#i doubt i'd come up with it awake but! well once it was in my brain i had to draw it. obviously.

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remember my name - mitski

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Camp Wiegman - Part 8

Lucy Bronze x Ona Batlle

Alternate Universe : Military School

Words :

TW: Alcohol

Masterlist

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Saturday, October 24; 9:05 AM - Ona's Room

I try to get out of bed without waking anyone around me. Damn camp habits. Bronze had warned me that I'd get into a new rhythm. Now I'm like clockwork at ridiculous hours. I used to wake up around noon, not nine! Once I'm out of bed without a hitch, I grab some clothes from my closet and lock myself in the bathroom. With everything that happened last night, I didn't have the courage to take a shower before bed. So, I start my day by letting myself relax under the warm water jets. I take my time since the Mapi and Joan certainly won't be awake for a good hour. It's the calm before the storm. Joan promised me a surprise if I came back. That's probably still on since the others knew I was coming back. Hopefully, he hasn't invited the whole family. He loves everyone, unlike me. I get out of the shower after fifteen minutes. I don't risk turning on the hairdryer with the two sleepyheads, so I dry off with just a towel. I get dressed and brush my teeth. I finish with a touch of makeup before going downstairs. It's time to see the others. I'm glad not to run into my mom or Marcus on the way. However, I smile when I see Samuel and Sofia in the kitchen. My smile widens at the sight of their faces.

"Oh my God,Ona!" says Sam, hugging me. "Happy birthday!"

"Already awake!?" Sofia is surprised. "Happy birthday, sweetie."

"Thanks, that's kind of you," I reply, hugging her in turn. "I missed you guys."

"And we missed you! Everything's been so quiet since you left."

"No one to bother us," Sofia adds.

"I'm only here for two days, but I plan to make up for it," I tease them.

"No doubt," laughs Sam. "Do you want your breakfast now, or are you waiting for the girls?"

"Given when they'll wake up, I'll have it now."

He nods with a smile and gets to work. I find my spot at the bar. I no longer insist that I can cook for myself. He always brushes me off when I do. He keeps telling me it's his job. It's true, but it makes me feel like I'm being pampered. I hate that idea because it reminds me that I won't be able to do anything when I leave home. I won't complain either. His dishes are delicious. They have nothing to do with camp food. Besides, it's nice to do nothing, so might as well enjoy it.

"Since when do you get up so early? That's not like you," Sofia comments.

"I've been like clockwork for a week. Curfew at ten PM and wake-up at six. I guess I haven't lost the habit."

"Isn't it too hard?"Samuel replies

"No, it's fine. I prefer it this way. »

"Seen like that... Knowing you, you probably slept the whole way."

"Yeah," I chuckle. "Thanks," I say when he places my breakfast in front of me.

"You're welcome, miss," he teases with a wink.

He made me a cup of hot chocolate and a homemade croissant. Everyone would say there's not much difference from my camp breakfast, but for me, it's a big change. Sam knows how to perfectly dose my hot chocolate, and his homemade croissant is life. I savor it all, letting out a sigh of satisfaction.

"Did you miss it?" he chuckles.

"Totally, yeah!"

"I'm flattered," he says, making me smile.

"Have you received any birthday messages?" Sofia asks.

"I was about to check now."

"What? You haven't checked yet?" she exclaims. "My God, what have they done to our Ona?"

I chuckle lightly. I was asking myself the same thing, actually. I'm much less on my phone. I no longer have the reflex to check it upon waking up due to our fifteen-minute preparation time. I suspect the school did it on purpose to give us such a short deadline. I should have asked Bronze; she would have answered me. It's like the shower. We had to change our habit with Alexia and take it in the evening to be at ease. Anyway, I decide to take out my phone, which is swamped with social media notifications and messages. I start with the messages. Alexia, Leah , Alba... All my camp friends thought of me. They're so sweet! I also have other messages from old friends here, which really pleases me. I take the time to reply to everyone while chatting about trivial things with Sam and Sofia . I talk to them about my new life while they tell me about Joan's antics since I left. It seems he doesn't stop. He's decided to avenge my departure by being a perfect little rascal. He throws fits over nothing and barely listens to my mom or Marcus. Sofia or Sam often have to step in. I think he's decided to follow my example, which I don't really like. I'll need to have a little chat with him. Speaking of him, he just walked in and immediately comes over to me.

"Hi Oni ."

"Hello little rascal. Slept well?"

"Yes! Mapi is still sleeping."

"Let her sleep, she'll be down soon."

"Can I have my breakfast please ?" he asks Samuel.

"I'll bring it to the dining room in five minutes."

"Can't I have it here?" he pouts. "I want to stay with you!"

"Of course you can. Come, I'll put you in the chair next to me."

"I want to sit on your lap!"

"Alright, alright, as you wish," I laugh. "Come here."

I lift him under the arms and easily place him on my lap. I hold him with one hand and grab my cup with the other so Sam can put Joan's plate instead of mine, which is now empty. I smile as he starts telling me about the weeks I missed while eating. Of course, I don't hear any of his mischief from his mouth. I prefer not to spoil the moment and deal with that problem later. Mapi finally shows up around 10:30. I expected to see her later.

"When did you get up?"

"Nine o'clock."

"Good God, they must have brainwashed you," she grumbles, sitting next to me.

"Don't you start too," I laugh.

"Are you staying for breakfast, Mapi ?" Sam asks.

"What kind of question is that!"

I giggle, finding the question as silly as Mapi does. She's like the third daughter of the family, after all. I wait for her to finish her breakfast while chatting. Joan abandoned us halfway to go upstairs. I don't comment on it, but I feel like something's up.

"Maps?"

"Hmm?" she replies with her mouth full.

"What does Jo have planned?"

"Nothing, why?"

"We both know you can't lie."

"Stop being impatient, you'll see."

"Mapi..." I say, making puppy dog eyes.

"No, no need for that face! I'm not telling you anything!"

I sigh, pouting, making her smile. She used to be easier to convince, in my memories.

"By the way," she says.

"Yeah?"

"We're going out tonight."

"You're not serious?"

"I am, and it's non-negotiable. You haven't been to a party since-"

"A year and a half," I finish her sentence.

"I was going to say a century, but it's almost the same. Come on, please! It can only do you good!" she says, giving me puppy dog eyes.

"Stop imitating me," I say, her expression worsening. "Oh, you're annoying! Fine, you win," I grumble.

She lets out a cry of joy and does a dance in the middle of the kitchen. It stops quickly when my mom enters the room. It's the first time we've seen each other since my troubled departure, which didn't end particularly well.

"Oh, hi Abby," she blushes.

"Hi Mapi, it's been a while," she says before turning to me. "Happy birthday, Ona," she says hesitantly.

"Thanks."

I won't ruin my birthday by venting my hateful thoughts. My voice betrays me slightly. It's not like we have a good relationship to begin with. Everything just got worse when she decided to send me across the country.

"How's school?" she asks.

"Oh, great, Mom," I say sarcastically. "If you wanted me to be monitored all the time, you nailed it!"

She sighs at my anger that I couldn't hold back any longer. What a question to ask! She finally gives up on the conversation and turns to Mapi.

"And you, Mapi ? How's your leg?"

"Good, I'd say. I still don't have any pain for now."

"That's at least some good news... See you later, girls," she finishes, leaving the room.

My mom has been Mapi's doctor since we met. She had an accident with her parents when she was little. She came out with a slightly disabled leg. They developed a special bond. My mom is certainly closer to Mapi than to me. It's ironic, given that Mapi doesn't have this bond with her parents. She left their house at the first opportunity. I'm glad she found this bond with my mom, but I'm also jealous. She got the maternal instinct from my mom that I didn't get. As long as it doesn't stop Mapi from listening to me when I complain about my mom, I don't care about their relationship.

"Shall we get ready?"

"I'm already ready, Mapi."

"Are you kidding? Your hair is a mess. And don't tell me you're going to spend the day in jeans and a shirt?" she criticizes, looking me over.

"Hey! My outfit is perfect!"

"There's no way you're staying like that on your birthday! Come on, get up!"

"Oh, please Maps, shut up. You sound like my camp supervisor."

She forces me off my chair, laughing. I let her drag me to my room. I don't know why, but I feel like I'm not going to enjoy what's next.

Saturday, October 24; 11:35 AM - Ona's Room

Mapi has been hogging my bathroom for a while now, even though the shower hasn't been running for some time. Knowing her, I probably have a bit more time before she comes out. She made me put on a dress. Me, in a dress! It's been ages since I last wore one. But that's the least of my worries right now. I was lying on the bed, enjoying the quiet, when I had the brilliant idea to charge my headphones for the return flight. So, I took them out, but I also came across another gift that I had completely forgotten about. Bronze's gift... I wondered why I listened to her and didn’t open it right away. I could have easily done it in the taxi without her knowing.

"What's that?" Mapi snaps me out of my bubble.

"A gift."

"Thanks, I figured that out," she replies sarcastically. "From whom?"

"My supervisor," I sigh.

"Sexy commander?"

"Stop calling her that," I scold, giving her a dark look.

"Oh my! What are you waiting for to open it?"

"I don't know."

"Want me to do it for you?"

"No!" I reply much too quickly.

"Well, do it then."

I feel ridiculous for not doing it, but I'm disturbed. I don't know what to expect; she doesn't know me. I sigh and start to carefully unwrap the paper under Mapi's watchful eye. Besides, she already contributed to the headphones. It's silly for her to give me a second gift. Mapi mocks my slowness, but I don't let it bother me. I frown as I finally see the contents. For now, I'm only paying attention to the small card placed on top of the box. I turn it over to find a note. I smile, recognizing her handwriting that I've seen several times during my tidying in her office.

"After so much effort... A well-deserved reward! Hoping you'll continue down this path. Happy birthday, Ona. - L. B."

My smile doesn't leave my face. L. B.? So her first name starts with an "L"? The "B" surely stands for her last name. I place the card next to me on the bed and remove the lid of the box to discover the rest. I'm left speechless.

"Wow. Sexy Commander really went all out! This stuff isn't cheap, is it?"

"No... She’s insane!"

I can’t believe my eyes. It’s my favorite brand for drawing supplies. One of the most expensive for its quality. Even Mapi recognizes it, having come with me to buy it before. It's a set with different pencils, pens, and brushes of all sizes. She also included a sketchbook underneath. There’s everything needed to create artworks. It's a real treat for an amateur artist like me.

"She must really like you to give you all this."

"That's not really the case," I laugh. "We were at war for three weeks. I even went so far as to trash her room. Didn't I tell you?"

"Yes, you did," she laughs. "But she wouldn’t have given you such a gift if she didn’t like you at least a little! Seriously, this stuff costs a fortune!"

I can't argue with her. She must have spent quite a bit. Not to mention her contribution to the headphones. They’re worth at least two hundred euros, and I doubt the others managed to pitch in that much between the six of them. We’re interrupted by my brother entering my room without knocking.

"Ona? When are you coming down?"

"We’re coming right away," Mapi answers for me. "Just let your sister put away her new toys."

"Ha ha ha!"

I remove the wrapping to throw it away before packing my new supplies into my backpack. I plan to take this one to camp. I have everything I need here, unlike there. I unplug my now charged headphones and put them in the bag.

"We can go."

Nothing could make my brother happier. He pulls me as hard as he can out of my room. Mapi follows behind us after closing my door.

"Hurry up!"

"Calm down, Joan. There's no rush!"

"She’s using my old expressions!"

I look up as my foot touches the ground floor. The shock stops me in my tracks. I’d recognize that voice anywhere. My eyes well up when I see him in person before me. I never expected to see him here again.

"You're ruining your makeup," Mapi whispers to me.

I ignore the comment meant to make me laugh. I don't want to spoil this important moment. I go to my grandfather, who takes me in his arms. It’s been two years since I last saw him. All my emotions pour out once again.

"Grandpa!"

"You haven't changed a bit," he says, making me smile.

I can't believe he made the trip from Portugal just to see me. It’s insane! I’ve always been very close to him because he bears a striking resemblance to my father, both physically and mentally. We share a very special bond, just like I did with my father.

"What are you doing here?" I ask.

"Did you think we’d miss our granddaughter’s birthday?"

I turn towards the other voice to see my maternal grandmother. I smile warmly at her. It’s not that I love her any less, far from it. She’s just as adorable as my grandfather. But she lives in Barcelona, so I see her much more often than him. I still greet her with a hug, happy to see her here.

"How about we celebrate Ona’s birthday and chat over a drink in the living room?"

We all agree to Marcus' suggestion. I hadn't even noticed him enter the hall. Joan impatiently drags me to the next room. In the end, I might really enjoy this birthday. I'm still on bad terms with my mom and Marcus, but I put my resentment aside for this moment. The atmosphere was tense at first, but Mapi is here to lighten things up. She’s great at diffusing awkward situations. Joan also helps by talking non-stop. That’s how the conversation topics emerged. We talked about daily life and then reminisced about past years. The festivities were kicked off by my grandfather sharing stories from when I lived in Portugal or visited on vacations. Mapi had a good laugh at some of the stories. I'm the first to laugh as I remember them. We’re interrupted by Sam announcing that the meal is ready. We move to the dining room where a perfectly set table awaits. The only times I’ve eaten here are for celebrations like today. I can count them on my fingers. I smile when I see the dish. Sam prepared paella, one of my favorite dishes. He knows my tastes well from cooking for me. The good mood continues through dinner. It’s the first time there’s been so much cheer in this room. Usually, it witnesses crises or arguments. That’s one reason I rarely set foot in here. It’s where I learned about my departure to Manchester , for example. I'm delighted that today’s event changes things for this place. I’m happy to be surrounded by my loved ones today.

Saturday, October 24th; 9:30 PM - Barcelona Street.

I sigh for the umpteenth time since we left the house. I try my best to keep up with Mapi, who is ahead of me.

“Slow down!” I shout. “It’s bad enough that you made me come out, but you’re also making me wear heels. The least you could do is wait for me! These things are a death trap!”

“Didn’t they teach you to complain less in that damn school of yours?” Mapi teases.

“Ha ha ha! Very funny. You know it’s my specialty, and it will never be taken away from me!”

Focusing too much on my feet, I bump into Mapi’s back as she suddenly stops without warning. I look up and realize we’ve arrived. It’s not hard to figure out with the loud music blasting from the house across the street.

“You’ve got to be kidding me. This is our Party?”

“Yep!”

“A college party, really? At our old high school friends’ house, no less?” I grumble.

“I figured going to a familiar place would be best… Oh, come on, don’t make that face! I told them about your big return, and they were all thrilled to know you’d be coming tonight.”

“Damn it, Maps…”

“Relax a bit. You need this night out, and we both know it.”

She stops me from protesting by pulling my arm. I attempt to walk as normally as possible in my heels. I hate wearing these things. Mapi knows I never walk very straight in them. I’m usually all about flat shoes. As soon as we step inside, the music pounds in my ears. I wonder how I ended up here. I doubt it’s a good idea. It’s been so long since I’ve been to a party. I already regret giving in to my best friend’s puppy-dog eyes. I regret it even more as we approach the host and my old high school friends, whom I abandoned years ago.

“Hey, look who it is!”

I timidly step forward from behind Mapi, who is still holding me firmly. She must know that if she let go, I’d already be running away. Especially since Nathan Miller, the host, makes me uncomfortable with his comment.

“Hi everyone! As promised, I brought our favorite girl.”

“Hey…” I say timidly. “Good to see you all…”

“You too, sweetheart. I hope you haven’t forgotten us after all this time!”

Why was I so worried? They have every reason to hate me, but they don’t. Maybe because they’re all guys. Let’s face it, they’re less complicated in friendships. I smile at Kyle’s comment and feel the pressure lift from my shoulders. I didn’t expect to see him here. I eagerly await Mapi’s explanation for this. They all surprise me by wishing me a happy birthday. Mapi must have reminded them before we came. It still makes me happy.

“Ana didn’t come with you tonight?” Bryan asks.

“No. She was supposed to, but she ended up at another party. She wanted me to go with her, but I chose to spend the weekend with Ona. By the way,” she says. “She wants to meet you when you come back,” she tells me.

“No problem, I’m looking forward to it.”

“She’s a real nutcase, don’t be too eager to meet her,” Connor whispers to me.

“Hey, I heard that!” Mapi retorts. “Don’t call my girlfriend crazy, or you’ll see!”

“Well, you have to be a bit crazy to date you, don’t you think?”

“Are you implying you’re crazy, by any chance?”

“Oh, but I’ve always claimed that, haven’t I?” I join in.

“All right, 1-0, Batlle,” she says, making me smile. “We’re going for a walk, we’ll catch up with you later.”

“No worries, see you later, girls,” Nathan replies.

I just lifted a weight off my shoulders seeing them. We hadn’t seen each other since the end of high school, yet nothing has changed. They were my last group of friends before my downfall and ghosting them. I thought no one would want to talk to me anymore, but they don’t seem to hold it against me.

“What’s Kyle Wick doing here? Have I missed that much?”

“Oh yes,” she laughs. “Let’s get a drink before we go outside to talk. Does that sound good?”

I nod, and we head to the table serving as a drink buffet. Numerous red and blue cups are arranged there. We grab two clean red cups, and I let Mapi serve us. That was always her role when we went to parties. She probably knows my tastes in alcohol better than I do. She hands me my cup and surprises me by also handing me a bottle of coke. I smile, seeing that she’s holding a bottle of orange juice and vodka under her arm. Well, she’s right. Might as well enjoy it if I’m already here. We head outside, where there are fewer people. Luckily, two lounge chairs by the pool are free. We sit next to each other. I finally take a big gulp of my drink, closing my eyes as it burns my throat. Mapi laughs at me. There’s a reason to laugh. I haven’t had a drop in a long time, and it feels great!

“So, what do I need to know?”

“Hmm, well… let’s see…” she pretends to think. “First, Miller and Bryan are dating.”

I spit out the liquid I was supposed to swallow. My head quickly turns to Mapi. She answers before I can open my mouth.

“Yeah, I was as shocked as you are,” she giggles. “They confessed their love for each other a year ago now. We were all stunned. I chose not to tell you at the time… You were in the middle of… well, you know.”

“Yes, I understand… Oh my god,” I laugh in shock. “I didn’t see that coming and, I didn’t expect to see him here.”

“He’s become friends with my friends,” she shrugs. “I can’t blame him. »

“And Connor?”

“Not much on that front. He brought a girl recently, but it didn’t lead to anything.”

“I didn’t think you’d still be hanging out with them,” I admitted.

“Except for you, we all stayed around for college,” she shrugs. “We just kept in touch, I thought it was good.”

“It’s true,” I say, lowering my head.

“You don’t have to feel guilty, Ona. We don’t blame you. We know it was hard for you.”

I hide my sadness behind a smile. She shifts to a few juicy stories from parties or other events during my absence. I regret not being able to join in. The stories were pretty funny. An hour and a half later, after finishing three-quarters of the bottle between us, we decide to join the others around the patio table. I’m tipsy enough to agree to play silly games I would have hated if I were sober. My state doesn’t improve after several shots during “Never Have I Ever.” Mapi took the opportunity to drag me to the dance floor right after. She knows it’s the only time she can get me there, thanks to the confidence alcohol gives me. We have fun dancing closely. After a while, I notice the boys have joined us. They must not be in a better state than me to have come. Fortunately, Miller offered for us to stay the night if we wanted. I wouldn’t have had the courage to walk home in this state. I tell myself it’s my birthday, so I have the right to enjoy it! Midnight must have already passed, but it doesn’t matter. I lost track of time since my phone died. It’s been ages since I had this much fun. Laughter keeps ringing in my ears. A body presses against my back during a dance, but I don’t pay much attention. I even have fun dancing closer to her. From her build, I’d say it’s a girl. Everything was going great until I feel her hands on my hips and her voice chills me to the bone.

“I missed you…”

I snap back to reality in less than a second. I stop dancing and quickly pull away from him. I need to see to believe it. Unfortunately, it’s real.

“Feli…” I whisper.

“Ona-”

“Don’t come near me!” I scream.

“No, wait-”

She tries to grab my arm, but I flee outside. I thought she’d understand I don’t want to talk to her, but her voice calling me from behind as I head to the back of the garden tells me otherwise.

“Leave me alone!”

“Please, listen to me!” she yells back.

I sigh, realizing I’ve trapped myself against the hedges. I turn around, pointing a finger at her.

“Stop! Don’t come any closer!”

To my surprise, she stops a meter away. Just seeing her in front of me makes me incredibly uncomfortable. I never thought I’d see her here.

“Please,Ona-”

“Shut up! I’m the one talking here,” I shout. “What are you doing here?”

“A friend of your friend.”

“I don’t want to see you anymore, Feli. If I wasn’t clear when I left, I am now!”

“Ona, please, let me speak.”

I look at her for a long time, trying to judge her. I try to discern the truth in her. One thing is for sure, her sad face doesn’t help at all.

“Two minutes,” I relent.

“I’m really sorry for everything I did,” she begins, knowing I’m serious. “I wasn’t myself. You know drugs make us do things we wouldn’t want to... I know I crossed the line more than once with you, and I regret it. I never wanted to hurt you, quite the opposite... I love you, Ona. I always have, and I know I messed up. I really lost it, and that’s why I asked for help... I’m seeing a therapist,” she admits, lowering her head. “He’s helping me get better, and so far, it seems to be working. I’m not asking for your forgiveness... I know it would be too hard for you, but I’d like you to give me another chance when you feel ready... I-... I’d like to be part of your life again...”

“Let me stop you right there. Get the idea out of your head that we can be together again because that will never happen! Is that clear?!”

“OK, OK,” she replies quickly. “M-maybe not a relationship as I’d like... B-but maybe a friendship, or-or...”

I laugh bitterly. Damn, why did I have to run into her. I run my hand over my forehead and push my hair back.

“No.”

She looks at me with wide eyes. She doesn’t need to act surprised. She ruined my life.

“In your pathetic speech, you’re right about one thing, Feli. I can never forgive you for all your damn actions,” I say, enunciating each word. “I trusted you! You told me you’d give me a better life, but in reality, you’re just an asshole! You have no idea how many scars you left on me! I wonder why I’m even talking to you, damn it.”

I step closer to her, pointing my finger at her chest.

“I forbid you from approaching me again, or it will go very badly for you.”

I keep my composure as best I can. The alcohol helps me hide my anxiety in front of her. I give her one last look before leaving her without regret. I’m not going to ruin my evening because of her. Mapi doesn’t even notice my absence since she asks me to join her at the drink stand as if nothing happened. She keeps dancing and singing while pulling me along. Instead of pouring myself a drink, I grab a bottle of tequila and head to the kitchen. Mapi looks more than happy with my initiative and shouts for the guys to join us. I plan to finish my night as it started. I’ll have plenty of time to regret it tomorrow when I return to harsh reality.

[arcane-apathy]

Chapter 11

Prologue | Previous | Next

AN: Firstly I'd like to apologize for teasing y'all in April. However family and my mental health always come first. Turns out that planning a funeral, attending said funeral, and grieving one of the most influential people in your life sucks. Again thank you all for your patience and support. And I hope you'll enjoy it! 🌻

Warning(s): Self Mutilation, Blood Ritual

  The morning came too quickly. For once you weren’t the first awake, as Kurakh shook your shoulder. “Come on Odmili, it's morning.” You groan in protest but still sit up, knowing well enough you asked for it. The fire was barely lit, meaning Kurakh mustn't have been awake long. As if he read your mind, “I still have the sand in my eyes.” 

  “Would you like me to tend to the fire?” 

  “If you feel so inclined,” he yawns while slowly standing up. You follow behind him, quickly slipping on your boots to protect your feet from the cold stone floor. Fabric rustles behind you as you feed a new log to the fire. The flames were now high and illuminating the small room well. You quickly glance over your shoulder to make sure Kurakh was decent enough for you to tolerate. With a sigh of relief, you turn around. "I don't know how you can function in this cold." 

  "Years of training," you chuckle while pulling your stay over your shoulders. You didn't even bother to look while you re-laced the front, muscle memory taking over. "Besides, this isn't the worst of it. Wait until the snow is above your knees." 

  "Only when you say things like that, I regret coming north," he sighs and slips on a furred vest over his tunic. 

  “I doubt that is true,” eyes rolling at his antics. 

  “I speak this truth. I have yet to lose a warrior, Moltschab’s horde is too scared to travel this far north, I have gained allies… And I met you.” 

You pause in the middle of tying the final knot, fighting to ignore the fluttering of your heart, "that is the most saccharine thing I've ever heard you say." Surprisingly you were met with silence, making you pivot on your heel. Kurakh's confusion was written all over his face. Again the fact that the two of you come from completely different worlds dawned on you. "Saccharine means something is very sweet," you explain while stepping into your habit.

  "Oh, I couldn't tell if it was good or bad," he chuckles a little and stands. Retrieving his cloak from a hook on the wall. "If Mazna asks, please tell him I'm out hunting." 

  "Of course, he should still be asleep, right?" 

  "Yes, and hopefully for a few more hours. For Roldza's sake." 

  "Indeed, bless that woman," you smile and begin to re-lace the habit. "Should I assume it shouldn't take long, considering our numbers have grown?" Your smile quickly disappears as a knot forms in the laces. 

"Correct," he smirks and approaches you. He gently moves your hair aside, breath fanning across your neck. "You said our numbers."

  "Yes, and," you counter while a blush starts to make its way up your neck.

"You're no longer considering yourself an outsider," he carefully takes the laces and undoes the knot. His fingers gently graze along your back as he finishes lacing the habit for you. "That is good." 

  "Oh... And you don't have to do this for me. I can lace this thing in my sleep."

  "I know," his voice didn't give room to argue.

  "Then why are you insisting on doing it?"

  "Why must you be suspicious of everything I do?"

  "Well, we didn't start on the right foot."

  "Fair point," he lightly tugs on the laces to signal he's finished. "Would you like me to tuck the laces?" You only nod, trying not to tense up as he tucks the laces into the habit. Kurakh's hand finds its way to your hair and moves it back to how it normally lays. "There. Save for that blasted headcover you look like a proper Maid of Eia." 

  It felt like you could finally breathe as you stepped away from him, "I'm also missing the pin... But that's the last of my worries right now." 

  "I'll be fine." 

You smack him in the chest playfully, "and what made you so sure I was talking about you? I'm more concerned about Schelura cutting my hair!" 

"Right," he smirks, "don't worry, you'll be in good hands. Schelura's family has been hairdressing for generations." 

  "I thought she was a beadmaster?" 

  "Most beadmasters are also hairdressers. The work goes hand-in-hand." He hovers in the middle of the room, contemplation written all over his face. "I suppose I should go to the main hall." 

  "I believe so, Otoschlibt. I'll be right behind you, I just need to fix my stockings." He nods and slowly walks to the door. Taking a deep breath before he opens it, bracing for the cold air of the hallway. "The faster you do it the sooner it'll be over with," you tease. With a quiet laugh, he opens the door and enters the hallway. You watch as he goes, kindly closing the door behind him so you can have more time to savor the warmth. 

  It didn't take long for you to deem yourself fully dressed. With your cloak fastened you step into the hall. The cool air hitting your face, properly waking you up. The halls were lowly lit with glimmerstone, and eerily silent. As you stepped into the main hall it almost felt like a different world. Warriors bustle about as they prepare. The sound of blades on whetstones surrounded you as you made your way to the center of the room. Kurakh and the commanders surround a table covered by a makeshift map.   

  Eteos seemed to be the mastermind of the attack, effortlessly explaining as he pointed to the map. No one seemed to pay attention as you sidled up to Kurakh. “We will attack from all sides. Dogar and I will lead the larger group attacking from the south. Kalos will lead the western group and Aren will lead the eastern. Kurah and Galta will lead the northern group to capture the lieutenant and the maid.” 

  I lean in closer to Kurakh, trying to keep quiet, “the maid I understand, but the Lieutenant? Have you gone mad?” 

  “We need leverage, and Eteos says the winter will work in our favor by slowing rescue efforts.” 

  “It could also lead to our slaughter.” 

  “The council has already voted,” the finality of his tone kept your mouth shut. You could see a hint of doubt in his eye as he refocused. His fingers tapped on the table absentmindedly. Usually, Kurakh was able to keep still, but within the last week, you’ve caught him fidgeting more than usual. Hopefully, it was only his secret project he was worried about. 

  “Alright everyone, ready your weapons. We must leave before dawn,” Eteos calls to the crowd. Kurakh gently moves you away from the table as he also leaves. 

  “I'm unsure what we should do for the new Maid, should she stay with us?” 

  “I don't see why not, but it depends on who she is. It's usually the newly ordained Maids that get drafted.” 

  “Except you?” 

  “There might be some marks on my record.” 

  Kurakh laughs, “So I'm not the only one who's dealt with your attitude?” 

  “The Elders didn't appreciate the fire in my eyes like you have,” you scoff as you follow him outside. The wargs were already lined up waiting for their riders. Sukkori wags her tail at the sight of you and Kurakh. “With all seriousness, please try to be gentle with this Maid. She is likely not even twenty years old.” 

  “I'll make sure of it,” Kurakh mounts Sukkori swiftly. “I’ll task Galta with her care. She’s the gentlest option.” 

  “Gentle is not a word I would use to describe Galta, but it is the better option.” 

  Galta scoffs from a few steps away, “I heard that!” Even with the lack of sunlight, you could make out the warpaint on both of their faces. The dark red paint dripped from their foreheads and onto their cheeks. While the design was simple it got the point across.

  “You’re lucky we don’t have any more to say Galta,” Kurakh laughs before returning his attention to you. “We’ll be careful.” The rest of the warriors make their way towards the gate around the two of you. “I must go.” 

  You grab his hand, causing Kurakh's breath to catch in his throat, “come back in one piece.” 

  He brings the back of your hand to his lips, “I promise.” He gently squeezes your hand before joining the group as they speed past the gate. Save for the guard closing the gate you stood alone in the yard. And you stood there until you could no longer hear the centaur’s hooves hitting the frosty ground. Once you made yourself go back inside you began to mentally scold yourself over your lovesick antics.   With your mind so distracted you didn’t notice someone walk into the main hall behind you as you set up your triage. 

  “Didn’t want to go back to sleep I see,” a soft voice startles you from your work. When you looked up there was an Elven woman merely a foot away. Of course, you didn’t hear her coming. 

  “There was no point, I would’ve just laid awake with worry.” 

  “I’m the same way when my brother goes out on those missions. I’m Artenna,” she extends her hand. You first noticed the delicate and glowing tattoos that littered her pale hands. It was difficult to pull your eyes away from the faint pink light as you shook her hand. “Sorry, I probably should have given you a warning.” 

  “You’re a hypnotist?” 

  “Yes, I promise I’m not as scary as the King makes us sound.” 

  “It’s not that, I’ve never met a hypnotist before. It’s a niche field of magic, even before the decree.” 

  Artenna shrugs, “it depends on where you are. My mother also said it used to be more common when she was a child. Can I help you with anything?” 

  You glance around to see if there is anything left to do, “not at the moment. I already sped through everything I could do. Unless you wouldn't mind keeping me company until they return?” 

  “It would be my pleasure,” she smiles and sits on a bench across from you. Thankfully Artenna proved to be pleasant company as you exchanged stories, jokes, and camp gossip. After some time passes you both venture outside. The sun was finally over the horizon, signaling for you to continue preparations, and for the rest of the camp to rise. Artenna helps you break the ice and carry water from the well. The luxury will only last a few more weeks until the ice is too thick to break. Then the camp will have to rely on melting snow. 

  With the last bucket you were willing to carry in hand, the sound of hooves began to echo through the valley. It was urging you to hurry back into the main hall. Setting the bucket beside your tools, hoping no one else will try to use it. As much as you didn’t want to be scolded by Schelura, you quickly shove your hair into your linen cap. Infections are always worse to treat in the winter. 

  You didn’t know what you expected when the warriors returned, but it wasn’t the Lieutenant being carried in by Kurakh. “What happened?” Kurakh quickly sets him on a table before you. 

  “He poisoned himself, and we don’t know what he used,” Kurakh grumbles. Galta quickly approaches beside you, with a vaguely familiar shadow cloaked in blue. “Their Maid also doesn’t know what he could’ve taken. The officers are cowar-” 

  “It’s new, all high-ranking officers are supposed to take it if they get captured,” a meager voice interrupts. 

  “What is your name,” you glance at her as you roll up your sleeves. Her fair skin was red from the wind and her deep blue eyes were wide in shock. 

  “Yulla.” 

  “Cut off his armor and enough of his shirt so I can access his neck,” you reach for your satchel with determination. “Kurakh we’re going to need charcoal, and more wood added to the main fire.” He thankfully didn’t question you and made haste. It didn’t take you long to find your most treasured tools. A tiny iridescent blade that was easily the size of your hand, and almost as thin as your fingers. And a cast iron press of Eia’s true sigil.  You carefully set it on the table before searching for other ingredients and bandages. 

  Yulla sees it and immediately stops in her tracks, “is that a Kisarvuhevstabler?” 

  “Yes, is he ready,” you didn’t even look up as Kurakh returned with a small bowl of charcoal. Muscle memory takes over as you begin to mix your ingredients in a brass bowl decorated with ancient runes. Before Kurakh gets comfy you push the cast iron press towards him, “this goes in the fire. Long handle facing out obviously.” 

  Before Kurakh could take it, Yulla attempted to smack his hand away, “Elder, are you insane?” 

  “I beg your pardon?” 

  “Blood magic is forbidden!” 

  You couldn’t help but laugh, “it’s only been forbidden for the past six years. While Maids of Eia have used this magic for centuries. I’m not throwing centuries of tradition down the drain, simply because our King gets nauseous at the thought of it. Now you are going to watch and learn a technique that can no longer be taught in the temples, or Commander Galta can find you something else to do. He doesn't have much time left.” Yulla doesn’t respond or leave, conflict written all over her face. You spare a glance at Galta who looked as equally concerned as Yulla. “Galta we’re going to need a bucket that we’re not afraid to get dirty.” 

  When Galta steps away from the table, Yanna takes the opportunity to stand beside you. You place the bowl on the table, “the potion is made with crushed unicorn horn, charcoal, and stinging nettle. I’ll tell you the exact amounts later.” With a deep breath, you pick up the blade and remove it from its sheath. “It doesn't have to be a Kisarvuhevstabler for the spell to work. They are more a sign of status, to show you know the magic.” 

  You take a second to examine the disheveled Lieutenant laid before you. His skin was paling, a mysterious gray forming around the mouth. And his veins looked as if his blood turned black. His breathing was ragged, but strong enough to tell he was alive.  It appeared as if he wasn’t able to finish the full dose of the poison considering he survived the journey from the battlefield. By now a crowd has formed around the table, and you try your best to ignore them. The sound of an empty bucket hitting the floor signaled it was time to begin. 

  With the iridescent blade in your right hand, you turn to Yulla, “I will need you to turn him towards me when I give him the potion. But first, the bucket should be closer to where he will vomit when he is turned.” 

  “Understood,” she quickly moves the bucket before getting into position. You take a second to scan the crowd, surprisingly unable to find Kurakh anywhere. With a deep breath, you move the blade closer to your left wrist. 

   The blade pierces your skin, immediately stinging. In the ancient tongue, you pray, “Noble Eia, hear my prayer as I spill my blood as a testament of my conviction to thy doctrine.”  As you drag the blade up your arm diagonally, blood pools atop your skin. As soon as the first drop hits the bowl the runes carved inside begin to glow. “Hear my prayer so I may rid this soul's vessel of poison. Hear my prayer so I may heal in thy name.” The pain finally catches up to you, causing the blade to fall on the table. 

  You steady yourself by leaning on the table, “hear my prayer so this blood is not wasted.” You force yourself to push through the pain, picking up the blade and using it to stir your blood and the ingredients together. The room was silent around you, and every eye was focused on you. You gently lift the bowl to the Lieutenant’s lips, coaxing him to swallow the potion. Once the bowl was empty Yulla tilted him towards you. Luckily for him, it didn’t take long for the potion to work. 

  The visible darkness in his veins crept up his chest and into his neck as the spell expelled the poison from his body. It was almost like tiny black snakes were writhing in his veins. At this point, you knew he would be saved, and now it was time to save yourself. Weakly you raise your left arm, keeping your wound above your heart, and turn towards the main firepit. The crowd quickly parts for you as you step away from the table. No one said a word to you, mostly staring at you in disbelief. With the silence, it was easy to hear the Lieutenant retch the poison into the bucket. 

  It was a struggle to move your body through the pain and blood loss. But you've done this before. As you neared the fire it felt like the world around you was spinning. Within the blink of an eye, you were on the floor. Crawling instead of walking to the fire. Many voices were shouting your name. But nothing could shake you from this trance.  And none of them could save you from this, there was only one with that power. And you couldn’t help but mutter apologies in the ancient tongue, hoping for a sliver of mercy. 

  The world around you was slipping away, and all you could see was the hot iron in the coals. It felt like someone was kneeling beside you, trying to talk to you but there wasn’t much time to listen. You grab the handle of the hot iron, determined to prove yourself. With no hesitation, you laid the flat end decorated with sigils and runes onto your wound. The scream that escaped you would be considered unholy by some, but to the clergy, it was one of obedience and understanding. The pain was blinding, no matter how many times you've done it. Perhaps that was the point. The iron was lifted from your arm, most likely not by you. And despite how much you fought it, the void consumed you.

[bestpigeon]

AlastorxFemale Reader 2

Alastor x female reader

Reader is a fallen angel who has been openly welcomed onto Charlie's, Hazbin Hotel. She grows close to Alastor, too close.

Warnings: swearing, kissing

Word count: 1200

Part 1! Part 2!

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I awake in the morning. It's been around a few weeks since the first day in the Hazbin Hotel, and can I say that it's been a delight. Everyone's been so welcoming, I'm actually enjoying this more than I'd thought. Hell isn't too bad. I mean, sure, it's hell but..I have people down here who respect me.

I've actually figured out something about myself, too. In heaven, I was known as a powerful angel, I'm a fallen angel now, but I have some demonic qualities. I've developed horns. I'm actuslly thankful though, it creates less suspicion. My powerful aura has turned a deeper shade of yellow, too.

I haven't equipt my wings yet either. If I keep them hidden, they heal quicker. Plus, I wouldn't want to get caught either.

Charlie suddenly bursts through my door and stares at me. I jump and panic. "HOLY SHIT-" I froze until I realised who it was, and I calmed down. "Jesus Charlie ylu scared the fuck out of me." I say as I rub the back of my neck.

"Oh! Sorry!" She giggles before shutting the door. "The horns seem new? Cool. Also you joining us for the activities?" She says as she stands in front of me with a huge smile. "Activities?" I question confused.

"Just friendly activities to get to know each other!" She says with a sly smirk. I know her game. I chuckle before nodding. "Sure couldn't hurt?" I say as she quickly grabs my hand and basically drags me downstairs. I wave at everyone as she goes to explain the activity.

She explains the activity. You pull a name from a hat, and you have to talk about feelings with them? That's..such a weird activities. Angel dust pulls a name and gets Vaggie. He seems disappointed. Husker gets Charlie leaving me and Alastor. Alastor smiles widley at me.

"Why don't we go on a walk, fellow demon?" He says as he approaches me. I smile up at him. I could already feel Charlie's smirk. I nod happily. "Sure, Al, lead the way," I say with a bright smile.

Alastor and I walk outside of the hotel side by side. He both agree not to talk about feelings and decide to get to know each other.

"So my friend, how long have you been in hell?" He asks. I internally shit myself. Luckily, I acted cool. "I'd prefer not to say.. I mean, not like indont trust you!" I just don't tell people that stuff. Sorry!" I say, hoping he wouldn't get suspicious. He squints slightly at me before nodding. "Understandable. I am neither fond of spilling personal information about myself."

I nod with a smile. Damn I'm good at lying. How the fuck did I get into heaven anyways? I don't know anymore. "So, Al, what madd you visit the hotel?" I say. I was curious. Charlie told me a little about the hotel, so I know it's about redemption. I doubt Alastor is up to be redeemed.

"Ah, well, I'm simply just interested in helping Charlie with her dreams! I have no intention to be redeemed." He says with a huge smile. I could hear the radio static in his voice. "What about you? How did Charlie find someone as beautiful as you to come to the hotel hm?" He says. How charming. I feel my face go slightly red.

"How nice of you, and well I was simply wondering the street, and she approached me. I didn't really have a place to stay, so she offered it to me for free." I say. Once again I'm a fucking good at lying.

"She truly is a charm! She's such a nice girl." He says as he praises Charlie. He wasn't wrong. I both nod and hum in agreement. We both stop walking before he turns to me. "Care to have a drink?" He says as he moves one of his hands to grab mine. I smile lightly. "Of course, how could I say no?" I never would have thought, Alastor would have been so damn charming.

He continues to hold me hand before leading me to a bar. He seemed to be quite known around these parts because he got given a VIP area for free. We sit down in front of each other. Still holding hands.

"So, what's this then Al hm? Some sort of date?" I say teasingly. It basically should be at this point. From my surprise, I see Alastors face go a little red. I smile warmly at that and tilt my head while making full eye contact with him.

"If you're uncomfortable with that, then it's simply simply just two friends!" He says as him smile shortens. I chuckle softly before speaking. "I wouldn't mind if it was a date at all. It would be nice, actually." I say, smiling widly. I see his smile extend. "Well, let's call it a date!" He says with his charming smile. His voice was soft.

We order drinks and talk for a while. We talk about ourselves, and I avoid some questions about things that could get me caught. He didn't seem to notice luckily. He made a move and decided to put next to me instead. He slides one of his arms on my shoulder, so I close to him. We talked for a while.

We were laughing at a joke about Vox. He sounds pathetic. Apparently, he's his arch enemy or something. He then grabbed my chin and left a small peck on my lips. I smile and try to ignore the blush on my face. I chuckle before returning him with kisses too: mouth, cheek, forbead, nose. We've gotten quite close recently.

He chuckles at that, and I notice his smile seems genuine. More genuine than normal. I kiss his lips, and he returns the kiss. We make out for a while until I move away and move my hand to play with his hair.

"Where have yoy been my whole afterlife, Y/N. Why haven't I met you before?" He questions. I keep a smile on my face. He was asking..weird questions, and I didn't want to get caught. "Not sure! But I'm glad I've met you now." I say as I snuggle against his chest. He chuckles and nods.

"It's getting quite late, my fellow demon. We should go back to the hotel, Charlie might be worried." He says as he stands up. I nod in agreement and go to stand up before I get wiped off the seat. "Woah!-" I say as Alastor bridal carries me out the bar. I chuckle "Al I have legs, y'know." I say as I go to wiggle out of his hold. It's not like I didn't want him to carry me.

"I'm aware, Y/N. It's for my own pleasure." He says as he refuses to put me down. I chuckle and lean into his hold. Soon after that, I fell asleep. Alastor could have teleported to the hotel. But chose to carry me anyway. Maybe he isn't as bad as I thought, Charlie said not to trust him. But I just can't help myself, I've fallen for him.

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Part 2! Hope you enjoyed this. Do you have any recommendations? Feel free to request! I'd love to fulfil them.

[huntiesworld]

Don’t Delete The Kisses | Chris Sturniolo

Chris Sturniolo x Reader

Summary: Y/n who was a shy girl, learned how much a man can make her feel. 

Warning: Angst? Fluff, 

Requested?: Nope! 

Author's note: That is my work, Please DON’T COPY MY WORK! ( SO PLEASE DON'T HATE!!) 

Y/n’s alarm clock blared loudly, jolting her awake at 4 a.m. She grounded, rubbing her eyes as she tried to wake up from her deep slumber. Despite the early hour, Y/n knew she had a busy day ahead and wanted to get a head start. 

In the quiet darkness of the early morning, Y/n stood in front of her bathroom mirror, the soft light casting a gentle glow on her delicate features. She was a shy and soft-spoken girl, her petite frame adorned in coquette clothes that reflected her feminine style.

I see the signs of a lifetime, you 'til I die

And I'm swiftly out, Irish goodbye

What if it's not meant for me?

Love

What if it's not meant for me?

Love

As the warm water from the shower cascaded over her skin, Y/n took the time to carefully shave every inch of her body, a ritual that made her feel both clean and confident. After crying off, she moved to her skincare routine, applying serums and creams with precision as she admired her reflection in the mirror.

Y/n was wondering why she started doing this, then she remembered that it was all to impress the popular boy in her school.

-Flash back-

One day, Y/n overheard some of the girls in her class talking about Cassie Howard’s $ a.m. morning routine. They all gushed about how amazing Cassie looked every day and how she always seemed to capture everyone’s attention. Y/n decided to give it a try, waking up at 4 a.m. the next morning to start her own beauty routine. 

By the time she finished her morning routine, the sun was just beginning to peek over the horizon, casting a warm glow through her bedroom window. Y/n felt ready to face whatever the day had in store, her self-care rituals serving as a foundation for the confidence and grace she would carry with her throughout the day. 

I'd like to get to know you

I'd like to take you out

We'd go to The Hail Mary

And afterwards make out

Instead, I'm typing you a message

That I know I'll never send

Rewriting old excuses

Delete the kisses at the end

Y/n walked through the hallways of her high school. Feeling invisible as usual. She was used to blending into the background, never drawing attention to herself. But little did she know, someone had been watching her from afar. 

Chris, the popular boy in school, had always noticed Y/n. He admired her quiet confidence and unique style from a distance. He didn't want to make a big show of his interest, so he found subtle ways to catch her eye. 

When I see you, the whole world reduces

To just that room

And then I remember and I'm shy

That gossip's eye will look too soon

And then I'm trapped, overthinking

And yeah, probably self-doubt

You tell me to get over it

And to take you out

One day, Chris purposely dropped his books near Y/n’s locker, giving him the perfect excuse to strike up a conversation. Y/n was taken off guard by his sudden attention, but she couldn't deny the flutter of excitement in her chest.

Y/n looks up from her locker. “Oh, how clumsy?” she said with an annoyed tone. Chris smirks and leaned up against the next locker that was next to Y/n’s. “Just wanted to get your attention.” the young boy said with a small smile.Y/n rolls her eyes and sighs heavily. “Well, you got it. What do you want?” the petite girl said. “How about we go out on a date this weekend?” trying to convince the young girl. Y/n crosses her arms. “I don’t know…I’m pretty bust.” she sighs once again. 

“Come one, it'll be fun! You can't resist my charm forever.” he said while smiling even bigger. The well dressed girl laughs and shakes her head. “You think you're charming?” she says, chuckling

Chris playfully pouts. “Fine, be that way. But I'll keep trying until you say yes.” he says walking away towards class. “We’ll see about that!” Y/n said while looking at him with a smile. 

-Cliff Hanger!!

Comment for part 2!!

[goddessjichu]

in which the both of you are just two (oblivious) idiots in love

565 words // just fluff // they are dumb af lmao

[☽︎ ☽︎ ☽︎ ]

You don't remember when it started.

Not that it matters. Because, at this point, you've fallen way too deep for Jeon Jungkook anyway.

Not that it matters either, because he doesn't know and you don't plan on letting him know. For once, you're glad that Jungkook is dense when it comes to your feelings even though he's pretty much sensitive to everything else.

You think it's simply because he's crossed you off his list; it probably never strikes him that you, of all people, would harbor any romantic feelings towards him. After all, you're his best friend and best friends are supposed to care for each other and spend time with each other 25/8, right?

Nothing weird about him laying down on your lap and folding himself small to lean himself on your shoulder, right?

Absolutely nothing weird about him calling you at ungodly hours because he forgets you're on the other side of the world during his trip abroad, and you willingly wake up to answer his call without saying shit about it, right?

Yeah.

"Is it just me or are you a little out of it these days?" You blink at the sudden question, his voice snapping you out of your mind.

"Huh?"

He clicks his tongue and shakes his head jokingly, his shoulder bumps into yours as if to shake you awake from whatever's keeping you in your mind.

"See?" He grins. "Out of it. What's in that pretty head of yours?"

Stop. You want to tell him. Stop making my heart flutter when you're not even doing anything in particular.

Pathetic. You want to tell yourself.

"Nothing." You shrug, hope that it's enough to convince him. "Just zoning out."

"You're zoning out because you have something in your mind, though."

"Not this again." You roll your eyes, making him laugh when you fail to elbow him because he moves away before you can even do anything. "It's really nothing, Kook. Don't worry."

"Hmm, 'kay. I don't buy that but I'm letting you go for now." He nods to himself, not minding your exasperated sigh. "I'll get it out of you one day though. Don't think I'd forget."

You doubt he will, because you have no plan to tell him at all about your predicament. No, you genuinely believe your feelings would pass even though it's been about a year since you tried to convince yourself that.

"Whatever." You try to change the topic. "You look chirpy. What's up?"

Jungkook blinks. "I do?"

"Yeah. Anything good happened?"

Jungkook thinks back about the package that has just arrived today, a limited edition LP that you've always mentioned you want but you can never find anywhere. It was a mission finding it, let alone purchasing the thing, but your birthday is around the corner and imagining the surprise in your eyes and the smile in your face is going to be more than worth it.

"Nah. Just that your birthday is around the corner."

"Aren't I supposed to be the one chirpy about that, then?"

"Well, I'm already looking forward to what you're treating me to this year." He wraps his arm around your shoulder and shoves you into his chest. "I'm so going to eat a lot and make you broke."

You roll your eyes and jab his waist, Jungkook's laugh echoing through your apartment.

It's going to be worth it, alright.

[firstkanaphans]

Hi, I love your writing, so I'd be happy if you considered doing Nr. 5 and 17 for PhumPeem for the smut prompts. There not nearly enough fanfics about them...

Thanks!

I was late to the game with We Are, so I haven’t had a chance to fangirl about these two nearly as much as they deserve, but my god do I love them. I went into We Are expecting QToey to be my bias, but PhumPeem have my whole heart. I'm glad you gave me a chance to write them. Enjoy! Rating: Somewhere between mature and explicit (I don’t know how to rate BJs, but there is one, so…) Word Count: 1800ish. My first failure of this prompt challenge because why is this a whole ass fic??? The point was supposed to be to not write long things 😭

{calling} them late at night to come over + {laughing} midway through

Peem couldn’t sleep. He hadn’t been able to for almost a week. He was too distracted thinking about Phum. 

His thoughts were manageable during the day when Phum was busy teasing him—it was easy then for Peem to convince himself it was all just a game—but at night, when the line between dreams and reality became impossibly thin, Peem couldn’t help but lie awake and wonder whether it might actually be real because the sadness in Phum’s eyes any time they parted felt genuine. Peem was starting to feel it too. Knowing Phum was currently alone in an empty house with only his army of plushies to keep him company…It bothered him.

In a fit of what could only be called madness, Peem picked up his phone and dialed a number that had become more familiar to him than he was willing to admit. If it had rung more than once, he probably would have hung up, but Phum answered almost immediately.

“Is this a booty call?” he asked in lieu of a greeting.

Peem had never regretted anything faster. “I’m hanging up.”

“No, wait, I was only joking.” Phum laughed. “I’ll behave myself, I promise. Why are you calling me at one in the morning?”

Was it really that late? Peem pulled his phone away from the ear to check the time and sure enough 1:12 was flashing back at him from the screen. “Sorry,” he said. “I didn’t realize it was so late.”

“I don’t mind. I was already up.”

For some reason, that made Peem unimaginably sad. Was Phum lying awake thinking about Peem the same way Peem was thinking about him? Was he just as confused? Was it Peem’s fault?

“You can’t sleep either?” Peem asked.

“Not really,” Phum agreed. “It’s too quiet.”

Peem didn’t recall making any conscious decision to say what he said next. All he knew was that Phum was right—it was too quiet—and he didn’t want to be alone. “You could come over if you want,” he said. “We can be awake together.”

It took Phum so long to respond that Peem was seconds away from retracting the offer altogether. “You mean that?”

“Well, I…Yes. I mean, if you want, but there’s no—”

“So this is a booty call?”

“I’m hanging up now.”

“I’ll see you in twenty.”

#

It was easier to sneak Phum up to his room than Peem thought it would be, but once they were there, he wasn’t quite sure what to do with him. He felt more settled in his presence, though. He always did. It was hard to doubt Phum’s sincerity when he was staring at Peem as if he was just as beautiful as the stars in the night sky.

“Good drive?” Peem asked, looking everywhere but at Phum. 

Phum smirked and sat down on the foot of Peem’s bed. “It was fine. No traffic.”

“Good. That’s…good.” Unsure what else to do, Peem sat down as well. As soon as he did, Phum reached out and used a single finger to turn his face so that they were looking at each other. Peem could have sworn his heart stuttered in his chest. How had things changed between them so quickly? How had he gone from hating the very sight of Phum to drowning in his eyes?

Although Peem would deny it later, he was the one who leaned in first. The taste of Phum’s lips was familiar now, but he still hadn’t grown tired of it. He would have stayed there kissing him all night if Phum let him, but he didn’t want to impose—didn’t want to seem too desperate—so after only a few seconds, he pulled away. 

To his surprise, Phum chased his lips with his own until they were kissing again. This time, the kiss was not so innocent. Phum tangled his fingers in Peem’s hair, forcing him closer, and deepened it, pushing Peem down onto the bed.

“This isn’t why I called you,” Peem insisted when Phum broke away to draw breath.

Phum smirked down at him. “Do you want me to stop?”

Peem didn’t, but his pride wouldn’t let him say it out loud.

“Fine then,” Phum said with an unbothered shrug. He sat back up. “I’ll stop.”

“Wait, no,” Peem said. He grabbed Phum by the front of the shirt and pulled him back down to his lips so that he wouldn’t have to stare at the smug smile on his face. He could still feel it, though. He could taste it on his tongue.

They kissed for so long that it felt like Peem’s blood was boiling beneath his skin. He was hard and he could feel that Phum was too, but neither of them made any moves to go farther. Then, much too soon, Phum broke away and looked down at Peem sheepishly.

“Sorry,” he said, clearing his throat. “I, um, need to stop.”

“Oh,” Peem said, not quite following. “Okay.”

“Let me just go take care of this in the bathroom and then we can go to sleep.”

“You want to go to sleep?”

Phum, who was already halfway out of the bed, turned around with his brows furrowed. “Do you not want to go to sleep?”

“No—I mean, yes—I mean, sleep’s fine.”

“Are you sure? Because you’re acting like sleep’s not fine.”

“I just thought that maybe we could…” Peem trailed off, too shy to say the rest. He really hadn’t called Phum over for this, but he couldn’t deny that now that they had started, he didn’t want to stop.

“Maybe we could what?”

“Nothing. It’s…nothing.” Peem moved to roll over as if he was, in fact, going to sleep, but Phum grabbed him by the shoulder and rolled him onto his back once more. Peem tried to roll away again, knowing his cheeks were so red that merely a glance would give him away, but this time Phum straddled him, sitting back on his thighs to hold him still.

“Maybe we could what?” he repeated. His voice wasn’t teasing like it usually was. It was genuine. Earnest.

“I just thought we might do more, okay? But it’s fine. It’s not like I’m ready for that anyway.” It was a rare moment of vulnerability for him, but he felt safe in Phum’s arms. Despite their previous arrangement, Peem somehow knew that he was the one who held the power between them. “Go to the bathroom,” he said, pushing fruitlessly on Phum’s chest. “It’s fine.”

Phum didn’t move. Instead, he leaned in close until his lips were hovering right over Peem’s. “I’m not ready for that either, but there are other things we could do. If you want.” His hand drifted below the waistband of Peem’s pajama pants and although he didn’t touch him, the possibility that he could excited him. “It’ll help you sleep.”

“Oh yeah?” Peem laughed. “And what’ll it do for you?”

He didn’t expect an honest answer. “The only thing I need to fall asleep is you. What do you say?”

His hands drifted low enough to tangle in the hair of Peem’s groin and Peem's muscles twitched in eager anticipation. He couldn’t fathom saying no. “You’re not allowed to make fun of me,” he said instead.

Phum grinned. “I wouldn’t dare.” 

He leaned in and kissed Peem again. Peem hadn’t been expecting another kiss. For some reason, he thought the kissing portion of the evening was over and it was a relief to find that it wasn’t because kissing he knew how to do. As Phum kissed him, Peem calmed. He barely even registered that Phum was taking off his pants until cool air touched bare skin.

Peem felt compelled to cover himself, but before he could, Phum began kissing his way down Peem’s body, staring up at him the whole time. He paused right above Peem’s cock, sitting erect against his stomach.

“If you don’t like it, just tell me and I’ll stop,” Phum said, turning his attention to Peem’s dick. His eyes widened slightly at the sight and Peem could tell he was impressed, but the size didn’t seem to intimidate him. Without hesitation, he took Peem into his mouth.

Peem’s first instinct was to pull away because the sensation was so overwhelming, but it only took a few seconds for the pleasure to kick in.

“Oh,” he said, relaxing back onto the bed.

Peem had never asked Phum about his previous experiences with men, but he seemed to know what he was doing. He worked up a slow, steady rhythm, using his tongue to trace patterns on the underside of Peem’s cock, and as he did, he reached out, grabbed Peem’s hand in his, and tangled it in his hair himself. Even without words, Peem knew what he was asking for. He pulled Phum’s hair, causing him to moan around his cock, and although Peem would like to lie and say his stamina was impressive for a virgin, he knew it wasn’t. Phum was too good.

“I’m gonna—”

He came before he even got a chance to finish his sentence, but Phum didn’t seem to mind the lack of warning. He took half of Peem’s seed into his mouth before pulling off and letting him finish on his lips. Peem watched as he licked himself clean.

“That was—” Peem started as Phum settled into the space next to him, folding easily into his side.

“Yes?” Phum weedled.

“Adequate.”

Phum laughed, burying his face in Peem’s shoulder, and Peem wondered if he should be offering to return the favor, but Phum gave no indication that was necessary. He seemed content to just lie there and fall asleep in each other’s arms.

“Do you need to go to the bathroom?” Peem asked, remembering their conversation from earlier. “To…finish?”

Eyes still closed, Phum fished around until he found Peem’s hand and then pressed it to the front of his pants. His erection had flagged; his pants were damp. Peem tried not to laugh, but he couldn’t help it. Phum smiled into his shoulder.

“I told you I needed to stop like fifteen minutes ago,” Phum muttered sleepily. “You don’t listen.”

“Sorry,” Peem said, rubbing Phum’s back soothingly. “Go to sleep. You deserve it.”

[windmaedchen-oceanhorn]

Knight of the Dark

It was something - 2

This chapter contains 2.300 words. We are also back to a more teeny rating, but the mature undertones remain.

"Lavi, the notebook?!" he exclaimed.

Her nod and continuous stare told him she had not only considered that.

"No way... you actually got it?"

She kept nodding. Valen turned around a little agitated to look at Lavinia and he settled on his left leg to sit. She seemed to relax from her personal memories a few moments ago and shifted around as well. Lavinia's explanation couldn't come fast enough.

"The thought of that notebook kept me awake at night. If it contained such sensitive information it wouldn't be easy to get and I suddenly felt on edge. I contemplated countless approaches and I feared nothing more than betraying my thoughts on this forbidden topic. I don't know how I had such luck, but it was less than two weeks later that I had the sudden chance to act. Although, luck is probably not the right word, given it all resulted in an even worse situation than before."

"How so?" he asked quicker than his memory worked. The Ashen Wastes, the assassination attempt on the road... his mind caught up in an instant and he waved his hand, giving Lavinia the sign to ignore his question.

"Well, as for how I got it: it is beyond me how easy it was. The General was present for a training demonstration conducted for an influential guest in the capital. The mood was light and he was happy to join the mingle and so he took off some of his armor and clothes. I think he did not believe I could possibly act the way I did, for he literally placed this notebook in my very hands to watch over. My mind was racing, as was my heart. This was all or nothing. The moment he was engaged in an exercise, I took to my heels. I didn't stop anywhere and particularly avoided my own flat or my mother's place. Instead, I wanted as much distance as possible as fast as possible. But when I moved down the southern main road towards the town gate, I bumped into a peddler ahead of me and he pushed me onto the cobblestones. It was Dura's divine protection that shielded me from certain death beneath the horses and carriages. I am not certain now that this was the General's work, but back then I was too nervous about everything to doubt that assumption. I just got back up and continued to run. I didn't stop until I had reached some tiny village in the early morning hours of the next day, where I fainted in front of their little church."

Valen crossed his arms and moaned deeply. He felt angry for a lot of reasons. That whole mess should not have happened in the first place.

"Since then... I have been running. To be honest, I am not sure I was thinking rationally. I was so afraid to be found at any time, too afraid to confide in anyone else and being alone, I just couldn't find a good way to deal with the situation. It's not as if I had been wanted dead before, so... ahahaha, I guess I just tried to get away as far as possible. I thought, that once I got far enough, I'd be having time to relax and consider my next steps. I haven't even been looking at the notebook at all for the first few days!"

Lavinia's helpless chuckle told Valen about the insurmountable stress she must have been through. He has been in stressful moments before where his life was in danger, but those were situational moments, usually self-instigated, that ended once the fight was over. He might have collected some enemies due to his line of work, but nothing as extraordinary, nothing to worry about as much as Lavina's case. Her fight was waiting to jump out of the blue, over and over again until she was dead. Being on high alert continuously like this was extremely distracting and exhausting.

If only he had known. He clenched his fist. There was no point in feeling frustrated about something in the past that he was not even aware of, but such an ideal is easier said than done. 

"Were there people you could find shelter with?"

"Not really. I did spend many nights with the most wonderful and selfless strangers, though. After some time, I tried to get in touch with someone in the capital, as I wanted to know about the situation there. I learned that my flat had burned down in an accident - apparently - and that my disappearance was officially explained with an emergency mission and that I was in contact with the involved superiors. Unfortunately, with that response also came the first attempt on my life. I managed to survive, but the people I stayed with got involved and injured. So I hurried to leave and moved past Holistone towards the Ashen Wastes. Regrettably, I didn't happen to run into you. Instead... I ran into something else. Or rather, something else ran into me."

"Berial." SONYA noted from the side. 

Lavinia looked up in surprise.

"How... do you know that?"

"I was there when he escaped the Rift. And then I was able to feel his hypogean magic on you when the attack on the road happened. He protected you, did he not?"

"You noticed that? ... Yes, he did"

Lavinia seemed taken aback by their knowledge about Berial. Her gaze then wandered around the room for the first time. Valen wondered what she was looking for and asked her about it. 

"Berial... usually I can feel his presence, but here..."

"This is the Mystical House. Its entire structure is made possible due to my magic and it bars entry to anyone I do not explicitly invite here. I do expect the same rules apply to Hypogeans as for any other entity."

SONYA gently explained. Valen was already aware of that but he didn't think it would also apply to something as powerful as Hypogeans, or Celestials. Then again, he sometimes likened SONYA to Dura herself, an almighty goddess, so what could possibly be able to penetrate her defences?

"So he cannot find me here?" Lavinia asked weakly.

SONYA shook her head. "I think he can find you... he just won't be able to come here or reach out for you from the shadows."

"I see."

Then there was silence for a moment, Lavinia seemingly elsewhere in her thoughts. Valen observed her inward expression for a bit before interrupting her again. It was getting late.

"Did he find you in Holistone?" he asked.

"No. I had long left Holistone. I was in the Ashen Wastes, spending some time with a young Mauler clan, right by the mountains. Of course, I didn't fare well in that climate and their members ended up helping me. I considered that place far enough and for three weeks or so, I took a break there, helping them in return to hunt. Turns out, it wasn't far away after all. Enough Lightbearer travellers, particularly merchants, came through all the time, going to places further into Mauler territory. I know that even Solitaries move around in the Ashen Wastes but I ... guess I didn't give it enough thought."

She sighed and shrugged her shoulders. That's right, Valen thought. They did have colleagues over in Mauler and Wilder territories. While the different factions weren't currently engaging in war, there were tensions going on here and there and the Lightbearer Empire preferred to be able to respond immediately should there be concerning developments.

"Anyway... I was found a second time. Again I was surprised during the night and could hardly fight back. In fact, that should have been it. The woman's dagger found its place right here."
 Lavinia placed her hand right over her chest, gently rubbing a spot with her fingers.

"I swear could feel the cold blade within my beating heart. But in that same instant, a burning hot feeling mingled with the cold of the dagger and my whole body turned so numb I was about to lose consciousness. In that state I still saw how this dark figure emerged from my chest, pouncing onto that woman and throwing her around like a puppet. At this moment, Soren finally joined the battle and tried to take a hit on Berial, but he disappeared as quickly as he came and ... I passed out."

"Soren?" SONYA leaned forward in interest.

"One of the Mauler warriors I spend time with. A very good young man."Lavinia elaborated. "A few days later Berial appeared to me again. He was intrigued by the darkness in my heart and offered me his help to feed from that power. I... I make no excuses. As I was running, frustration turned to hatred and my thoughts got poisoned with a desire for revenge and self-justice. Besides, he did not forget to mention that he saved me from death. All he wanted in return was a bit of 'entertainment' as he called it. When I pointed out to him that what we planned was my death sentence, he just cheered and said 'no risk, no fun'. But it did not really matter to me. I was stuck in this situation and now outside forces decided my course of action. So be it. I expect death one way or the other. It matters not to me, for my life is lost. I came back to the capital with only one desire: to kill the General, satisfying my sinful urges and fulfilling my debt to Berial. I never thought in my life, that I would meet you. Sir Valen... shining knight of the Heroic Order..."

Lavinia's voice gave up and she hid her face behind her hands. She pulled up her legs again and tried to stifle her sobs.

"It was so hard, knowing you would be there to see it all. If I hadn't been distracted by your memory, I would have been able to end it today."

"Hey--"

Valen reached out and tried to place his hand on her arm, but Lavinia instantly shook it off. He retreated with a faint sigh.

"I am very glad I have met you, Lavi. I just wish it had happened way sooner."

SONYA leaned forward and spoke after Valen.

"I think we can work this out. As long as you are here, you should be safe from Berial's direct approach. As for the situation with General Lorenzis and the Heroic Order, I suggest we try to get General Hogan involved. I have no doubt that he will try everything in his power to help you. He does not ignore injustice."

Valen nodded to her words. As the former leader of the Heroic Order, the General would know a lot about the command chains and the people involved and could certainly try to formulate a sensible plan for them to act on. Especially as they had good evidence to base their accusations on and start their investigations into the trafficking within the Order.

"Lavi, the notebook! Do you have it with you?"

She did not look up to him, still hiding in her sorrow, and just shook her head. Valen leaned over, closer to her.

"What do you mean? You don't have it? Where is it?"

Lavinia just shook her head again. Her response was barely audible.

"I don't have it any longer. I did not want it."

"Wait... what... Lavi. Please tell me you just hid it somewhere." 

Valen couldn't believe she might have just thrown it away. This was the one piece of evidence that obviously held so much importance that the General sent assassins after her. 

"No. It's gone."

There was a near irresistible urge to shake Lavinia violently. This was her one proof to actually substantiate her claims and she seriously told him that after all the effort to get it, the stress and pain to keep it, she now didn't have it anymore? Valen reached for his forehead trying to fathom her stupid actions. It took a moment before he managed to collect himself enough to talk.

"Lavinia... do you have any idea how vital that notebook is to you?"

"I gave it away. He will do what's right. It is out of my hands. And I will do what I intended."

"Who? Who's got it? Lavi!"

"No. It matters not. It matters not..."

Lavinia leaned even heavier into the cushions of the sofa, burying her face in the fabric. Her voice died down and was replaced by silent sobs and she no longer reacted to anything Valen said.

She wasn't going to tell him no matter how much he begged. SONYA eventually interrupted him gently. She came up to him, tucking on his pauldron. 

"Come. Dolly's dinner is ready. Let's take a break. We are all here now, and we should rest."

Valen sighed heavily but he did agree. He felt exhausted and his mind needed some time to process all that he had heard. And Lavinia... she needed the rest more than him. 

They did not discuss the topic any further that evening and agreed to deal with the situation tomorrow. Only light words were spoken. When SONYA offered her a room Lavinia declined. She ended up staying on the sofa and having eaten something and taken another drink of Dolly's soothing remedy, she soon fell asleep.

With his chin resting on his knee, he observed his friend for a little time. His thoughts wandered back and forth, from the past to the present and in between. Eventually, Valen decided to retreat as well and made his way to his room.

[peachymilkandcream]

Break Me Slowly|Part 29|Yandere Levi x Evelyn

(A/N: The finale goes up next week! Also for the art I saw this on Pinterest and thought of Evelyn and Levi, if someone knows the artist please either put it in my ask box or reply below and I'll credit them! Hope you enjoy!)

WARNINGS: noncon, dubcon, manipulation, domestic abuse, yandere themes, forced marriage, forced pregnancy, stockholm syndrome, violence, mind breaking, misogyny, etc.

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Levi didn't appreciate the call in the middle of the night from Erwin, the Commander had the habit of working late and forcing one poor sap to stay behind with him to run errands and messages.

The pounding on his door only increased his headache, he hadn't exactly been sober last night and the last thing he needed was some ass rubbing salt in his wounds.

Finally he emerged, a robe hastily thrown on as he ripped open the door. "Damn it man what do you want!? Don't you know what time it is? What could possibly have possessed you to be awake at this ungodly hour and bother people trying to sleep?"

The young man seemed shaken to his core, Levi had never seen him before so for his first encounter with the aloof Captain to be a rather forceful lecture the poor kid looked like he was about to piss his pants.

"Commander Erwin sir- he said it's urgent-" With shaking hands he extends an envelope, no doubt hoping to be rid himself of this terrifying man.

Levi takes it and nods for him to get lost. So he was right after all, after everything he'd done for Erwin he still felt like he had the right to order him around. Keep him on his toes. The smug bastard.

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Since her husband made no effort to be quiet, Evelyn woke up to his thrown clothes and a sore core mixed with an ungodly headache.

"Levi? What's going on what are you doing-"

"That bastard-" He huffs. "Erwin snapped his fingers and now I have to come running like a dog."

"And you just can't say no?"

"Of course not, now get up, you're coming with me, Furlan too."

"Why? You shouldn't be gone that long and it's so late-"

"Because we live in different times Evelyn! Lawlessness is running rampage and I can't just leave my defenseless wife and child." He marches over and slaps her on the rear, hard. "Now move your ass!"

Evelyn yelps and rushes to at least make herself decent, throwing on a dress and shoes while Levi left to get their child.

Once he returned he gave her a nod of approval. "Let's go, and you're going to be a good little wife who doesn't give me shit and talk back right? You've been doing well with your behavior, I'd let it continue if I were you."

"Yes Levi."

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Levi tapped his foot against the ground while he waiting for his commander to speak. Erwin had a habit of leading his soldiers on with news just to prove a point that he was in charge and they were not. Evelyn and child waited in his office down the hall, he wasn't sure how long this was going to take and he wanted her secure somewhere he knew inside and out was safe.

"I must say I'm a little hurt I wasn't invited to the christening Levi."

He fought the urge to roll his eyes. "It was just my wife and I, germs are a concern of mine you know, especially when my son took so much time to make."

"I suppose you have a point. How is the roll of fatherhood? Sleepless nights agreeing with you?"

"Look Erwin, I've given you what you wanted, more than what you wanted. So I suggest leaving my personal life alone before my wife and my support is suddenly withdrawn from you."

"Such a cold hearted thing to say to your friend, I must say I'm surprised."

"Bite me."

Erwin scoffs. "Still as rude as ever Levi. Guess all your fancy lessons and money don't account for breeding. You're still that Underground brat you've always been."

A twitch of the eyebrow signified Erwin had better choose his next words carefully. Not wanting an actually physical altercation the Commander lets up.

"I see Evelyn is coming around, well done."

"I told you she would, and yet you still sound surprised."

"You can't deny your first year being married has been normal by any means."

"Perhaps, but the point is she has. So happier than I've ever been. I have my wife and child."

"I guess you have everything you've ever wanted."

"Yes, yes I do. Thank you for noticing."

Erwin shakes his head in disbelief. "Unbelievable."

"Why did you call me here Erwin? And I know it's not for small talk."

"You're right, it's not. I know you appreciate bluntness so I'll get straight to the point." He pauses. "You know our current objective is to scout out the land and see what portion of it is unclaimed and can be claimed for Eldia correct?"

"As far as I'm aware yes."

"Well on one of these expeditions one of our ships was exploring an island off the coast of what was Marley, it was small but seemed to be totally void of human life. However as they explored they stumbled across what looked like a makeshift boat being built. For what purpose they weren't sure, until they found the human life."

Levi's eyebrows furrow. "Marley or Eldian?"

"This person was very much alive, surviving off of the fresh fruit on the island and planning on trying to cross the sea to come here. Even I can't believe the whole story."

"Erwin, answer me. Marley, or Eldian?"

The Commander sighs. "Eldian." He leans forward and places a pair of shattered glasses on the desk in front of Levi.

His breath catches in his throat. "This is some sick joke Erwin-"

"Thankfully for us both, it's not. Don't worry, she got a new pair recently."

"Erwin-"

"Hange's alive Levi."

As he opened his mouth to speak the door opened behind them, the same three eyes he's relied on for years stepping through.

"Hey there Levi, did you miss me?"

[ninebluehearts]

I literally had another idea. You can ignore me if I'm getting annoying lol. Though just Whiskey having to baby sit Madeline for the reader and the night is a little awkward at first, both of them a little worried that Madeline might cause trouble, but by the time the reader gets home from something, Whiskey and Madeline are curled up watching cartoons. Whiskey still awake, Madeline asleep in his arms possibly. It just sounds so cute.

You're not annoying at all baby!! I love this series so much tbh- AND THIS PROMPT IS SO CUTE OMFG-

A little disclaimer, idk about you guys, but watching the channel Boomerang when I was a kid was my favorite thing ever- They played old 80s cartoons and shit, so just to lyk, this is what they're watching :)

Part 1 part 2

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"Hello?" Whiskey answered his phone, obviously out of breath.

It used to be when I'd see a girl that I liked

I'd get out my book and write down her name

But when the grass got a little greener on the other side

I'd just tear out that page But then I fooled around and fell in love-

"Hey baby! Are you busy?" Your sweet voice rang out over the phone, making Whiskey suck in a breath. God, he loved you.

"Just finished up somethin'." He glanced around the room, grimacing at all of the injured men that lay on the ground. " Are you alright?"

"I'm fine, but my brother needs me to drive him to the hospital. If you're not too busy, I was wondering if you would babysit Madeline for me?"

Whiskey pressed the button to retract his whip, before tossing it on the table next to him, his lips tightening into a grimace. He and Madeline still didn't know each other all that well, though she seemed to be quite the troublemaker. "Uh, sure thing, sugar. When do you need me there?"

"Like- right now. I'm leaving now, so she'll be by herself until you get here. She shouldn't cause any trouble. She's watching TV at the moment."

"Alrighty, then I'm on my way." Whiskey couldn't help but smile at the relieved sigh you let out.

"Thank you so much baby. I really appreciate it. And listen, if you stay over tonight, I'm sure I can find a way to make it up to you.."

Whiskey leaned against the nearest wall, his sweet smile twisting into a sly smirk. "You've got yourself a deal, sugar."

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Madeline opened the door, surprised to see Whiskey standing there before her, holding a plastic bag from seven-eleven. "My Mom's not here right now."

"I know. She asked me to come hang here for a bit until she got back."

"Why?"

Whiskey raised his brow, sliding his sunglasses slightly down his nose as he looked down at Madeline. Yep, she was definitely your daughter; her attitude putting any doubts to rest. "Because I've got a bag of candy that we both know I can't finish by myself."

Madeline rolled her eyes, pulling the door open to let him in.

"That's what I thought." Whiskey mumbled, making a beeline towards the living room. "So, what are we watchin'?"

"Courage the Cowardly Dog." Madeline plopped down on the opposite side of the couch from Whiskey, keeping an entire cushion between the two of them, before she picked up the remote from the coffee table and placing it on her lap.

"Sounds good to me." Whiskey dumped the bag of candy out onto the empty cushion, absentmindedly picking up a Snickers and beginning to unwrap it as he stared at the TV screen.

Madeline's eyes lit up once they fell on the bag of gummy worms that sat buried under the mountain of treats. She picked up the bag and opened it, offering a blue and red worm to Whiskey.

Whiskey smiled, reaching over to take it from her. Though before he could, Madeline quickly popped the worm into her mouth.

Whiskey's mouth dropped open, staring at her in shock. "You little shit."

"I'm telling Mom you cursed."

"Did not."

"Did too!"

"Did not!"

"Did too!" Madeline threw a gummy worm at Whiskey, to which he quickly caught and tossed into his mouth.

"Ha! I win!"

"Asshole!"

Madeline and Whiskey both froze, their eyes wide as they stared at each other in shock. Madeline knew how you felt about her cursing, and she didn't doubt that Whiskey would tell you.

That was, until Whiskey started laughing. "You're just like your mama, you know that?"

Madeline let out a relieved chuckle, leaning back against the couch. "Well yeah, it's not like I can be like my Dad, am I right?"

Whiskey rested his arm on his knee, turning to look back at her with a horrified look on his face. "You did not-"

Madeline's lips turned up into a wide grin, silent giggles shaking her shoulders.

Whiskey shook his head, trying to hide the grin that was as big as hers. "Shut up and pick somethin' else to watch."

Noticing that Courage had ended, and The Power Puff Girls now played in its place, Madeline began to flip through random channels, settling on Who Framed Roger Rabbit.

"Oh, hell yeah! You know this one?"

"Um, yeah?" Madeline looked at Whiskey as though he were stupid for asking such a question. "Though Mom refuses to watch it with me now."

"What? Why?"

She simply shrugged. "Probably because I watched it a million times when I was little."

"Can't say that I blame ya; This is a classic." Whiskey stood up, ruffling the curls on Madeline's head as he made his way towards the kitchen. "How does pizza sound?"

"Fuck yeah!"

"Don't push it, little girl!" Whiskey called out, shaking his head as he picked up his phone to place an order.

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Your brother is a dumbass.

In an attempt to hang a picture in his bathroom, he ended up smacking his thumb- instead of the nail- with a hammer, successfully fracturing the bone.

So, they wrapped his thumb up, told him to take Tylenol for the pain, then sent you both on your way.

"I'm home!" You called out as you entered your home, dropping your keys on the side table and hanging up your coat. You heard a quiet "Shh" sound from the living room, so of course you went to investigate.

There sat Whiskey on the end of the couch, Madeline's head resting on his thigh with his arm draped over her waist. "Be quiet, I don't wanna wake her up yet."

You couldn't help but grin, your heart swimming at the sight. "Okay, but I want a picture." You said as you pulled out your phone.

"No way! Sugar-"

But it was too late, you caught the picture right as he said 'way,' making it look like he was smiling. "Perfect." You walked over and knelt down next to Whiskey, leaning over the arm of the couch to kiss his cheek. "Hi baby."

Whiskey kissed your forehead in return. "Hey sugar."

"As much as I love this, she has school tomorrow, so I've gotta get her in bed."

Whiskey nodded, letting out a disappointed sigh, before making an attempt to stand up, freezing when he felt Madeline begin to stir. "Ah shit- What do I do?"

You let out a quiet laugh, standing up to go and pick up your daughter. "You get the door."

Whiskey followed you up the stairs, watching as you placed Madeline in her bed and tucked her in, giving her a gentle kiss on her head before you left.

Once back in the living room, you plopped down on the couch, opening the pizza box and taking the last slice. "What did you guys do today?"

"Well," Whiskey sat down next to you, automatically draping his arm around your shoulders. "Took her to a museum, showed her the Statesmen building, went for lunch in Italy, you know, the usual. Definitely didn't eat junk food and watch cartoons."

You rolled your eyes. "Ha-ha, very funny." You let your head roll onto his shoulder, closing your eyes as you finally began to relax.

"How's your brother?"

"He's fine, just a small fracture. Dumbass smacked his thumb with a hammer."

Whiskey grimaced. "Well, that don't sound too fun, now does it?"

You both laughed, soon letting a comfortable moment of silence take over.

"Ya know.." Whiskey began, slowly dragging his hand along the inside of your thigh. "You did say something about a certain form of payment.."

You propped your chin up on his shoulder, looking up at him through your eyelashes. "Race you there?"

"You're on."

You laugh as you watch Whiskey race upstairs, quietly jumping up each step. You couldn't believe you ever kept this man a secret.

[natasha-in-space]

Hello there! This is my first time coming into your inbox and I want to say how much your writing inspire me and makes me feel so safe especially the ones with Saeran in it.

If it's not too much to ask for, can I request a comfort fic with GE Saeran? Lately I've been struggling with my abandonment issues. It's telling me that people around me will soon get tired of me and leave me behind once they saw how miserable I am in the head.

It doesn't help the fact that I've seen several people that I deemed close to me were beginning to do things without asking or including me. I feel like I'm so easy to replace and forgotten... or maybe it's because I'm the one who's been struggling with this kind of thinking.

I know Saeran wouldn't judge me for this but sometimes I couldn't help but feel like I'm asking for reassurance too many times, or get scared of being left behind out of nowhere. It can be overwhelming whenever I feel like this.

Ah, I'm so sorry for the sudden trauma dumping. It's just that I've been dealing with the issues along with physical fatigue at the moment. Makes me easy to forget myself. Feel free to delete this ask if you're not taking any request at the moment! I guess I really need to let this out of my system. Have a good day and I hope you take care <3

Don't you worry dear anon, you're fine! I've been there, more times than I'd like to admit. It's exhausting and it's stressful as hell to deal with. I'm sorry to hear that you have to struggle so much. Even if things are hard for you right now, I hope only good comes to you soon. Please, take care of yourself and treat yourself with the same kindness and love Saeran would want you to experience. Now, onto the fic! <3

"Y/N?"

Saeran knew something was bothering you for a while now, but he didn't want to push you into telling him anything when you simply weren't ready for that yet. It hurt him to see that distant look in your eyes as you tried to keep up with your daily schedule, forcing a cheery smile onto your face that didn't quite reach your eyes, and pretending that everything was fine, almost as if you were too scared of showing anyone that you weren't doing so well on the inside. He did try to gently nudge you into opening up to him at breakfast, but you were quick to shut him down and change the subject with a clumsy joke and a kiss to his cheek. He saw that wordless plea in your eyes for him not to press the issue any further. So, he didn't pry.

Yet.

That is, until he got woken up in the middle of the night by insistent tossing and turning coming from your side of the bed, your short shaky breaths soon reaching his ears, once he was awake enough to think. You were being pretty quiet, but Saeran never slept too deeply. It was practically impossible for you to sneak out of bed without him waking up to see what you were up to. This time, however, he was grateful for his ability to not sleep through much of anything. He would hate to think of you suffering right by his side without him even knowing it. He was quick to push up onto his elbows, looking over at where you laid, curled up into a small ball, the sight of which made his brows furrow in deep worry.

He anxiously whispered your name a couple of times to try and gain your attention, a sick feeling of great concern twisting at his insides with an iron grip, once you didn't reply or even turn to look at him. Despite everything, you heard him. He could see that by the tiniest hitch of your breath and the way your body has stilled it's trembling. This wasn't like you at all...

It reminded him of the way he would get whenever his fears and doubts would leave him too overwhelmed and scared to even try and ask for help. The thought of you going through the same thing, or even something remotely similar to it, made his heart bleed for you. So, he scooted himself just a tad bit closer to you, a result of his natural desire to be near you in the moment of crisis. He couldn't help it. Even if he didn't want to touch you without you saying that it was okay for him to do so, his soul longed for him to embrace you and hold you tight until all of your fears and doubts would leave you be.

"My love, what's wrong...?" He asked, carefully tilting his head down in such a way that would allow him to take a look at your face. Or, what surface of it wasn't obscured by your hair or pillows. Your eyes were open, but you were avoiding looking at him. A single tear slipped down your cheek. It took him all of his self-control not to embrace you right then and there. His heart was aching for you. But, he didn't want to overwhelm you. He would be patient. He would try. For you.

For you.

"Nothing. I'm... I'm fine." You sniffed, your voice sounding hoarse and so very sad. The uncharacteristic rasp in your voice was a sign that you had been crying for a while now, and it broke his heart to discover. Why didn't you just wake him up? He would be there for you. He wanted to be there for you. Why were you closing yourself off from him? This wasn't like you, and it worried him greatly.

He just couldn't take it anymore. Saeran's hand rested gently on your shoulder as he slowly rolled you over to face him fully, before moving his palm down to press it against your chest. You didn't resist him, which made him breathe a small sigh of relief. He could feel the hard pounding of your heart underneath his hand, almost as if you had just come back from an intense workout. Oh, how he wished that was the reason behind your racing heart. That, or maybe you are feeling too smitten by him to handle it. But... no, the reason behind your heart working so hard to pump blood through your system was that you were in distress. You were in distress, and your body was doing all it could to keep you safe. Even if it only left you feeling even more anxious and shaky in the end. He knew that feeling all too well.

"Did you have a nightmare?" He coaxed you softly, moving his hand up from your chest to caress some of the messy strands of your hair away from your forehead, his fingers lingering on your skin for just a bit longer than necessary. Touch was a crucial way for him to express his feelings towards you, and he couldn't help it. A way for you two to feel connected. A promise of safety. For him as much as you. He always wanted to feel you close in one way or another.

You bit onto your bottom lip harshly, swallowing the lump in your throat, before giving him a brief nod. Saeran's heart was breaking at the sight of you, but at least you were no longer concealing your pain from him. That was a good sign. Some part of him wanted to praise you and kiss you on the forehead, but he resisted that temptation for now. Instead, he moved himself farther up the bed, resting on the soft pillows and plushies your shared bed was adorned by, and nudged you to lay on your side close to him, now starting to comb his fingers through your hair. Without saying a word, he tilted his head down to kiss your temple, nuzzling into your hair just a little bit to let you know he was there. He felt you slowly wrapping your arms around his waist and pressing your face into his chest, burying it into his shirt, like what a frightened child would do. He rested his forehead on the top of your head, stroking your hair and back tenderly, trying to keep his breathing even as he felt your tears soak onto his shirt.

"You're alright, my flower." He whispered into your hair, feeling the tremor that vibrated down your spine as you cried into his shirt silently. He had to battle the urge to start tearing up himself. He hated seeing you cry. It's almost like he could feel the same pain you're feeling, his heart desperate to ease your woes. But, he had to be strong right now. For your sake. "I'm here. I'm right here. Whatever it was, it was just a dream. We're safe. You're safe."

You never told him what your nightmares were about whenever you ended up having them, and he'd never push you to tell him anything: he didn't want to force you into talking with him about these things, figuring that, if you wanted to tell him about it one day, you'd tell him on your own time and terms. He was content with that. As long as you let him be there for you when you were too scared to bear your burdens on your own. That was enough for him.

Saeran laid there with you in his arms for about twenty or so minutes, without even realizing that he had eventually fallen back asleep. Your shaky breaths hitting his skin in small puffs of air and your weak and tired voice hitting his ears quickly awakened him to the reality, though. He opened his eyes, looking down at you worriedly as his hand rubbed your back gently.

You were trembling, your arms tightening their hold on his torso in a way that wasn't natural to you. He didn't have any problem with it, just keeping you close and providing the least amount of support he could. It's the least he could do for you in such a difficult moment. He could handle a tight hug just fine. Especially coming from you.

Saeran hushed you, brushing your hair out of your face to take a proper look at you, only to see your expression pained and stricken with anxiety. Despite that, your eyes were closed. Were you asleep, perhaps? He didn't like to think that you were having yet another nightmare. Something must be seriously troubling you if you're having such a hard time... He only wished you weren't so afraid of telling him.

"I'm never going to let you go, my love." He breathed softly against your hairline. He was aware from his own experience that it could be a very stressful thing to forcefully wake someone from a nightmare, so he made an effort to calm you while you were still asleep asleep. You did the same for him many times, after all.

You groaned and pressed your face deeper into his chest, almost like you were trying to hide yourself away from the world around you. And while he appreciated you instinctively viewing him as your source of safety and comfort, he would be lying if he said it wasn't absolutely destroying him to see you like this. He didn't care if he was being too sentimental right now, he just hated the idea of you being this sad or hurt at all. It reminded him of the inner agony he had to fight against back when he chose to sacrifice himself to save you and Saeyoung, back in the Jihyun's house. The way that his heart would ache and bleed with every tear your eyes would shed and every shaky breath that left your lips as a consequence of his decision. He truly wished he would never see that same look on your face ever again.

But, life wasn't so generous, was it?

"I'm right here, Y/N." He told you gently, knowing you were still asleep, but wanting to let you know he was there regardless. "Oh... my angel, what are you dreaming about...?"

He frowned, holding your head close to his chest and nuzzling your hair as he muttered his inner thoughts softly to you. If only he could have a glimpse inside of your head right now. Maybe he would be the knight in shining armor he read about in fairytales, and chase all those bad thoughts of yours away with a whip of his sword. How nice would that be?

"No-!" You suddenly jolted out of his arms, making him flinch and move away, as you sat up and panted hard, your tear-filled eyes fixating on something in particular, yet also nothing at all, your entire body shuddering in complete panic. You were in a state that he had never seen you in before. And, while usually, he loved discovering new things about you... it couldn't be applied when you were actively suffering.

Sitting up next to you, Saeran wrapped his arms around your waist from behind and gently rested his chin on your shoulder. Slowly, he rocked you back and forth, squeezing his eyes shut as he felt you shake in his arms and heard you sniffle. Your nightmares had never been this bad before. Sighing, he was at a loss for what to do to comfort you. He couldn't do much when he didn't even know the source of all this pain. But, he also didn't want to push you when you were this hurt and vulnerable. He honestly felt stuck on what would be the right thing to do for you here.

"I'm- I'm sorry..." You finally whimpered, your voice raspy and borderline unrecognizable.

"It's okay." He whispered back, turning his face into your neck and pressing his lips to your jaw lightly, not minding the salty taste as his lips brushed against your damp skin. “I just want you to be alright. That's all."

After a few more minutes of quiet, broken only by the sounds of your shaky breathing and occasional sniffling, you eventually calmed down, leaning back against his chest and closing your eyes. Your fingers wriggled together anxiously as you let out a sigh. Finally, you spoke up. "I'm sorry, I'm just- I'm just... so, so afraid..."

"I know." Saeran informed you quietly, rubbing a hand up and down your tummy. Despite his desire to express more, he felt that he should allow you to handle this at your own pace for now. You obviously had a lot of things bottled up.

"I'm so afraid..." You repeated, quieter this time, your shoulders slumping in defeat. You had never spoken about your nightmares before. Saeran wanted to hang onto your every word. "I'm so... so afraid of feeling abandoned, again. It's- It's debilitating and exhausting, and- and-"

"Y/N, I will never abandon you." He cut you off as you started to choke on your own words again, his stomach twisting at just the thought of you feeling abandoned. Saeran was familiar with that terrible feeling all too well, after all. He squeezed you a little bit tighter. "Even if I die, my soul would be right here next to you. Every moment of your life. Watching over you. Guarding you. Loving you. Forever."

"I know that, Saeran." You sighed with a small chuckle slipping through your tears, probably as a response to how incredibly cheesy he sounded. He didn't find that bothersome. He had a lot of love in that heart of his. He had to express it. But, he fell silent now, waiting for you to continue as he traced invisible patterns on your abdomen with his finger. "But, I've... I've actually struggled with feeling abandoned for a while. I'm sorry I didn't say anything, I just... I know it's stupid and irrational, but I just can't help but feel like I am nothing but a nuisance to everyone. That once you all find someone better, you will... you will leave me. And, recently, some of my friends seemed to do some stuff without telling me or inviting me, and... and, I don't know. I just feel bad. And then I feel even worse for feeling bad in the first place. Does any of this even make any sense?"

Saeran pressed his forehead against your shoulder, fighting back his own tears at hearing you talk of how you were so afraid of being left behind by the people you so wholeheartedly loved. It brought back memories of his own pain, which caused him great distress. Because he knew exactly how you felt. Then again, maybe that's why Ray felt so drawn to you back when it all started.

You knew his pain, and he knew yours.

"It is not stupid. It's okay to feel afraid. I am afraid, too. So often, and of so little. But... We'll be together, Y/N." He uttered, hugging you tighter and pressing back flush against his chest. "Fate lead us to meet one another. Just like fate lead you to meet everyone in the RFA and all of your other friends and loved ones. My heart and soul are yours. They will be yours until the end of time."

Your eyes were red and puffy from all the crying, your face flushed and wet with tears as you looked at him over your shoulder. He had to resist the urge to kiss you right then and there.

“You promise...?” You whimpered quietly, making his heart melt for you all over again.

"With all of my four seasons." He reassured you by kissing your cheek.

"You are one of the kind, Y/N. A wonderful, loving soul with an experience unique to you and you alone. No one in this world could possibly replace you. And, when you feel like it all becomes too much: think of me. Think of me and the love I have for you. Even when we're far apart, even when I'm not there to hold you tight and whisper these words into your ears myself, remember our promise of happiness. Remember that I love you, with all that I am. And remember that you are deserving of such love and care. I know it can be scary to open your heart up to others... but, let them know of your fears. Don't close your heart off. Seek out those who are willing to treasure your heart, and trust them to do so when you know you can't handle it on your own. And, remember that my heart is there for you through it all."

[thehamletdiaries]

So, in Two Noble Kinsmen, Act 3, Scene 6, there is a really exceptionally long scene where the two boyfriends in it dress each other in preparation for a fight and it's incredibly sensual and just...it's a great scene in a bizarre play and this is my attempt to take that concept and steal it for Hamlet and Horatio (in the context of a friendly match, however not...an actual serious this might be life or death one...).

This is also very much a rough/first draft; I was just playing around with the idea - but I thought I'd share.

***

“Come, a friendly duel”.

“My lord, it is very early and I am not yet well awake to…”, Horatio paused, noticing the pile of armour that had been placed underneath a tree along the pathway they had been walking on.

“Did you…when did you put this armour here?”.

“Early this morning, Horatio”.

“My lord, it is only the early morning now…”.

“Well, I don’t sleep much”.

Horatio frowned, “clearly not, my lord”.

“Well, come then, it is as good a way as any to start the day”. 

“I doubt I am any match for you”.

“That is no matter, it is just a friendly game”, Hamlet was trying different swords out for size, but at that moment he turned to catch Horatio’s eyes and smiled in sweet expectation. They stood there both, for a moment, holding the other’s gaze until Horatio eventually found himself smiling too.

“Fine, my lord, what armour would you have?”.

“I’ll take this brigandine here; kindly fasten it, Horatio”. 

Horatio buttoned and then fastened the belt of the thick, leather doublet. His hands were steady but he kept his eyes lowered to his task, conscious of how close Hamlet’s face was to his own. He could feel his breath on his cheek.

“And how, my good friend, if you will help me tighten my gloves”, Hamlet said, pulling on a pair of black leather gloves. As Horatio tightened the left strap, his gaze remaining focused on his task, the prince’s breath hitched.

“Do I pinch you?”.

“No, no - it is all fine, Horatio”, Hamlet said slightly unconvincingly and Horatio gently loosened the strap just a small amount. 

“I will wear a shoulder harness too - it supports my fighting arm”.

“And that, my lord, is a sign that you practise far more than me; that you should even have to think about these things”.

The prince smiled, “trying to make excuses for when you do not win at this?”.

“I think I made excuse enough earlier”, Horatio said, placing the leather harness around the prince's shoulder and tying it across his chest to secure it, “I’ll buckle it close”.

“No, thrust the buckle further through - there we go, that is better”.

“I will wear the cuirass too”, Hamlet said, and Horatio frowned again a little but picked up the silver breastplate and placed it on the prince.

“It’s not too heavy?”.

“I have worn lighter but this will do”.

“My lord I am not about to strike at you so heavily that there will be a need for this…”.

“No”, agreed the prince, “I am just quite fond of the way that it looks”.

Horatio got to his knees and pulled the chausses up Hamlet’s legs. As he ran the chained metal up Hamlet’s left thigh, Hamlet lost his balance slightly for a moment, and grabbed on to Horatio’s hair to keep him steady.

“Bare armed?”, Horatio asked, once he had risen.

“I should be nimbler, and the blades are blunted. How do I look?”

“You look very fine, my lord”.

“And now you, Horatio”, Hamlet said, picking up the second brigandine from the pile.

“My lord, I can put this on myself…”.

“Not a word of it”, the prince interrupted, “I will do it for you Horatio, as you have done for me”. He pulled Horatio towards him ever so slightly as he fastened the belt buckle, and for a moment the two stood there, eyes locked, Hamlet’s hands resting on the now tied belt buckle. 

“And then what else will you have?”, asked Hamlet suddenly, breaking the spell.

“Well, since I do not feel a need for a breastplate of armour for no discernible reason”, Horatio quipped, “I will not need that, however, blunted though the swords might be they still can cut”, he briefly but intentionally placed a hand on Hamlet’s bicep, “which is why I do not think this wise that you should not wear armour here - but that is your choice and your design, so”, he pulled his hand away and paused for just a fraction of a second to see the look in Hamlet’s eyes which asked him wordlessly to let his hand linger there touching him longer, “so I will have the rerebrace and vambrace”, he said, picking up the first of these, for his upper right arm. It was made of thin but sturdy metal.

Hamlet stepped forward.

“Let me”.

Horatio lent slightly against the tree whilst Hamlet stooped down and picked up first the rerebraces, which he fastened to his upper arms, and then the vambraces which he, oh so carefully, fastened to his forearms; now concentrating fully on the task at hand to ensure none of Horatio’s skin was exposed. He then fastened Horatio’s gloves.

Finally, Hamlet knelt down and put the chausses on Horatio’s legs, his hands running under Horatio’s trouser legs and up his thighs. As he did this he looked up at Horatio, his deep brown eyes transfixed on Horatio’s face as Horatio’s beautiful blue eyes looked down upon him. After he was done they lingered there a moment, like that, with Hamlet on his knees looking up at Horatio, before Horatio this time broke the spell by offering Hamlet a hand to help him to his feet.

“What weapon then, my lord?”.

“I think I like this one well enough”, said Hamlet, reaching for the first blade in the pile - a small and nippy thing.

[kaerichan-yatta]

KAERI MERRY CHRISTMAS~!

Don't mind me running to your inbox when you announced that requests were open. I've been having the worst obey me brainrot and I couldn't help myself akdhjsjdjs

So, could you please write anything with lee Levi?? He's my absolute fave! Feel free to choose the ler x3 And no pressure ofc!

Have a lovely day!

Top priorities chart

(Levi, Mammon & Lucifer)

Summary: a brand new game finally came out, and Levi had been waiting for it since weeks. However, as soon as he starts playing, it becomes his first priority, bringing his brothers to worry about him gaming for days straight. But no worries, Levi's top weakness against videogames is here to help!

A/N: GDHUAJDUS I'M SO SORRY I'VE MADE YOU WAIT FOR SO LONG😭 my health got in the middle and messed up everything and i even thought i had lost your request cause i was worried i accidentally canceled the fic💀but nope it was safe in my drafts ehehe. (ALSO MERRY -REALLY REALLY REALLY- LATE CHRISTMAS even if we already exchanged wishes many times lmao)

A/N2: also ignore me brainrotting about lee!levi with a hyper sensitive arms and spine and being L O U D when being tkled...

Hope you like it!! Enjoy!<3

"Oi, Satan. Where's Levi?" Mammon asked, his mind clearly up to something silly with money involved.

"I don't know, probably in his room playing videogames, as usual I'd say..." he answered, his eyes still fixed on the book he was reading.

"Again? It's been a whole day...damn. I wonder what he finds so interesting about gaming for so long"

Even if this was his idea, he went down the corridor, opening Leviathan's door without permission.

"Ah, little brother! Guess wha-"

"GAHH! OH NO, NOT AGAIN!" he screamed, both in pain (metaphorically) and for the nearly heart attack he had from Mammon's sudden entry into his room.

"Woah, what was that for?! What are you screaming about, I did nothing wrong!"

"YES YOU DID!" he pointed at the screen "Look at that! You scared me and I lost the match!"

Mammon's expression changed from surprised to annoyed.

"...really? That's my fault?"

"Yes!" he sighed. "Just, just leave me alone! I gotta play another match to win the final tournament!"

"But I needed to talk to you!"

"Later, c'mon! Don't make me lose again!"

Mammon closed the door behind his back, leaving his room. "How rude...!" he said to himself.

meanwhile, in the kitchen

"Lucifer, it's been two days and Levi still has been gaming non-stop" Beel said, adding carrot slices to the soup he was cooking for the dinner.

The eldest rubbed his forehead.

"There's not much we can do, however. I think you all know how Leviathan is made, and what he thinks about this"

"But it will have an extremely negative effect on him!" Asmodeus added, taking plates from the drawer, and taking one for Leviathan too, still hoping he would come at least for dinner.

"Oi, Lucifer, how about we go checking on him after dinner? He must be scared if it's you!" Mammon said.

"I doubt that, but for once I'm in with your idea"

~

"Levi, are you still awake?"

"Of course he is..."

"Ah, yes sure I am! Come in but be quiet" he sounded really nervous.

Lucifer opened the door.

"Levia-"

"Shh!"

Lucifer's eye twitched, he and Mammon looked at each other, then sat down on the floor at each side of Levi.

"That's it, that's it! Aaah! That's the boss! See how big and strong he is but HAHA! I prepared the best team ever and I won't let ANYONE and ANYTHING destroy my perfect path!"

"Why is he pointing out words...?" Mammon whispered to Lucifer.

"Well, you know how he is"

"Uh...stupid?"

"Hey, I heard that, Mammon!"

Lucifer and Mammon exchanged another look, both of them clearly annoyed by his behavior.

"AH- C'MON, 4TH MOON GUARDIAN! TIME FOR THE FINAL ATTACK!!"

"Levi, could you-"

"Bless of the New Moon!"

"Levi-"

"Have a taste of my sword!"

Lucifer almost gave up in trying to convince him turn down the console volume.

"THAT'S IT! AHA! I WON!"

"Leviathan...could you at the very least try not to scream so much?"

"What are you talking about?! I just won the ultimate tournament!"

"That's not the point...I think you need to revise you priorities" Lucifer said.

Levi blinked. "Huh?? Priorities?"

"Yes, in fact, you've been in your room for-"

"Oh, wait! Final showdown, I forgot! I gotta do this!"

"He's not even listening to you, Lucifer"

"Ah, see? How can that game be you first priority?"

Then, an idea popped into Mammon's head.

"Hey, Lucifer! Guess what I'm thinking about" he looked at his brother, his gaze playful, craking his knuckles.

"Well...that could be a good idea"

They closed up on their brother as he was keeping on playing, unaware of what was about to happen.

"Eh, Lucifer. What was that you were talking abAAH!" he suddenly arched his back, missing a button on the joystick, his character jumping instead of attacking.

Lucifer simply kept on poking and squeezing his sides. "Mammon, do you remember?"

Levi's character began to run all over the ring as he lost control of his own fingers, the cause? Mammon's fingers tracing along the inner side of his arm, going up to his armpit, then back down, and again.

"Ah, no! Sorry Lucifer, looks like I forgot...! Levi, can you remember?"

Levi immediately blushed, his character now jumping off the roof and dying. "NOHOHO! GAH- COHOHOME ON!" he laughed harder Lucifer's fingers found their way under Levi's shirt and scratched at his ribs.

"W-WahAHAIT! It W-WAHAS about p-priohohoritIHIHIES?!"

"Ah, right. I think you didn't exactly understand what are your top priorities, Levi. That's why we came here" he stopped for a moment.

"Guh- haah! Ehehahaha! W-whahat do you mehehean?!" he squirmed and giggled as Lucifer still slowly tickled his ribs, making him ten times more nervous about the conversation.

"You've been in your room for three days now, skipping meals and sleep, because your top priority was the game. But that should be less important than your health"

"B-buhuhut! The gahahame just cahahame out! And I was s-so excitehehed!"

"Ah, you're not even trying to understand!" Mammon paused the game in the middle of the fight, which was probably going to be a loss for Levi, since two more of his characters had died.

He tackled his brother down, sitting on his legs, scribbling at the sides of his tummy. Oh, a really bad spot.

"GAHAH- MAHAHAMMON!" he kicked his legs behind his back, shaking his head and trying to block his wrists, but his efforts got stopped by Lucifer blocking his hands under his knees, fully exposing Levi's arms.

Now Levi was in big trouble. Each of his brothers knew how his arms were sensitive.

Scribbles, feathers, tracing, even kisses from his beloved MC could get him there.

"OH NOHOHOHO! PLEHEHEASE NOHOT THAHAT!"

"I'm sorry, Levi. But I'm firmly fixed on the topic before" he brought wiggling fingers down.

"NOHOHOHO!" he twisted his torso, in a desperate attempt to free himself, but it was useless. Tickles could weaken him in no time.

"This is were it gets you for good, hmm?" Lucifer said, tickling the inner sides of his elbows.

"GUH- AHAHAHA! Q-QUIHIHIHIT THAHAHAT! IT TIHIHICKLES!" his laughter rose as Mammon started digging his finger into the back of his ribs.

"Well, that's the point. Since you wouldn't try to follow the conversation, that's one of the easiest way to make you" Lucifer said, in a slighty smug tone.

"NAHAHAHA- PLEHEHEASE! TH-THAHAHAT'S TOO MUHUHUCH!"

"Too much already? Aw, you're seriously that ticklish?" Mammon teased.

"S-STOHOHOP THAHAT! GAH- I'LL LIHIHISTEN! AHAHA- JUHUHUST STOHOHOP!" Levi pleaded.

He panted heavily, his eyes closed, his face red.

"Well now, Levi. Are you ready to follow the conversation?"

"I t-think I am..."

"Good. First, I want you to know gaming must not be your priority, even if-"

Lucifer was almost immediately stopped by Levi.

"But Lucifer! This game is super- no, hyper! Hyper important!"

Lucifer sighed. "I suppose I have to resort to forced measures..."

...

"T-thihihis is insahaAHAne...." he laughed.

The current situation was indedd insane. Leviathan down on his stomach, Mammon sitting on his lower back, and Levi's shirt up so his back was uncovered.

"Let's try to convince you this way, shall we? So, top priority is health, then studies"

Mammon wrote "Health" on Leviathan's back, letter by letter, with his fingertip, giving a little tickle here and there just to tease him more. Levi kicked his legs and tried to muffle his laughter behind his hands.

Then, he wrote "Studies".

Leviathan's body spasmed as Mammon wrote the "S" and the "U".

"Then let's see..." Lucifer said.

"M-MC! MC is a p-priohohority..." he spat out between his giggles, the position he was in making it hard to take a proper breath.

"Right, I see you're starting to understand. Add that one, Mammon"

"W-whaHAHat about gAHAHames?!"

"Well that's one of the last I think...or maybe I could bring that one up...alright, that's a bonus"

Mammon wrote "Games" over his back, sending Levi into hysterical laughter.

And among all the priorities he was listing, Leviathan himself took a mental note about another priority. A good one that would probably save him in the future.

"Always listen to your brothers whenever they're feeling mischievous enough to tickle you to pieces!"

[annaphoenix1994]

Ch.105 - Mr. and Mrs. Simon Riley - Part 1

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The day has finally come! The beginning of Simon and Kiera's wedding!

October 24th

"I don't like this, love." Simon huffed, his hands resting on Kiera's hips as she moved towards the front door, Evie on her hip and an overnight bag on her shoulder. 

"Babe, I'll just be at Kristen's house for the night. You know it's bad luck for the groom to see the bride before the wedding!" She giggled. "You have everything you need for Jacob and I'm sure Baler will keep you company." 

"I've been used to bad luck, love," He chuckled. "I don't like when you're not home for the night." 

"You know where Kristen lives," She giggled. "I'll call you when I'm there and I'll call you in the morning to wake you up so that you can be at the place on time. Can't have a groom late to his own wedding." 

He sighed heavily through his nose, knowing that his bargaining wasn't in his favor. "I'd hope you will. Just please, no at-home strippers. I've heard stories of bachelorette parties-"

Kiera scoffed, "You really think I'd do that?"

"No."

"That's what I thought," She arched her brow playfully. "I better get going - I wouldn't want to leave here after midnight since it'll be our wedding day-"

"-And it's bad luck for the groom to see the bride before the wedding," He repeated with a roll of his eyes. "Yeah, yeah, yeah." 

"Well, I guess I'll see you tomorrow, Mr. Riley." 

He smirked, "That you will. Enjoy your last night of being a Dutton, because come tomorrow, you're all mine." 

"Getting married doesn't prove that I've been yours since day one, babe." She smiled, leaning against him to close the gap between the two, rewarding him with a kiss before he walked her out of the door and towards her truck. 

"I'm not going to sleep tonight." He admitted, holding the driver side door open for her while she secured Evie in the backseat. 

"I don't think I will either. I'm too excited!" 

"Me too, love," He smiled, again closing the distance and placing a kiss to her lips, nearly having her pinned against the truck. "I love you." 

"I love you too." 

*

October 25th

"Dad! Wake up! Your phone is ringing!" Baler chimed from behind the couch, his voice jolting Simon awake once he had heard his phone ringing. Frantically, he searched for it, finding it under one of the couch pillows. 

It was Eva. 

"Hello?" He groaned, his voice strained with sleep. 

"Good morning, sweetheart! Happy wedding day! Are you ready for breakfast?" 

"I'll meet you at the lodge. I overslept-"

"I know you did," She giggled. "Why'd you think Kiera told me to call you in the morning?"

"I don't doubt it," He chuckled. "I'll meet you in a few minutes." 

"I'll be here, sweetheart! I'm so excited!" 

"You and me both."

*

"So, are you excited for your honeymoon?" Eva smiled, setting a plate of breakfast in front of him, making his favorite English breakfast. Simple, yet one enough that she had to do research on prior to making it.

"Still according to plan, but me and Kiera were talking about a week ago about it and if we need to, we'll plan to go next year-"

"No, you and Kiera deserve a nice honeymoon," Eva stopped him. "I know our family has had some unfortunate circumstances, but I'm still happy to watch the children while you two are away." 

"Are you sure? They can be a lot to handle now that they're over a year old." 

"Sweetheart, you must be forgetting I'm the mother of your wife. If I can handle her and her siblings, I can assure you that your children will not be a problem. Besides, I'll have Baler to help me when he gets home from school," She assured him. "And if I'm honest, I'm beyond excited for it! Your children keep my mind busy!" 

"They'll definitely keep you busy," Simon huffed. "Although they're not as bad when they're separated, but when they're in the same room it's like they feed off of each other." He chuckled. 

"I need to stay busy," She sighed. "Kiera told me this morning that Evie was fussy when she got her up. I just hope she takes a nice nap before the wedding!" 

"She hasn't said a word to me yet." Simon chuckled, swallowing his bite of breakfast. 

"She probably won't until the ceremony," Eva giggled. "It's bad luck for the groom to see the bride before the wedding you know!"

"I've been informed, but talking to her? I don't see the issue."

"I know, but she has been busy all day so far. The photographer wanted to take photos of her in her dress before you got there. Are you going to do a first look before the wedding?"

"I thought you just said it was bad luck for the groom to see the bride before the wedding?" He teased.

"Well, technically it's right before the wedding. For pictures and such." 

"I know," He smirked. "I'd like to so I can get my tears out of the way, but I know I'll end up shedding some regardless. I asked her about it, but she wanted to keep it a surprise and do a first look for the groomsmen for pictures. We're going to say our vows in private and do a private dance." 

"Sweetheart," Eva smiled. "That's perfect. I'm going to cry like a little baby. She asked me to walk her down the aisle since she doesn't have her father."

"Believe me, she broke my heart when she told me that. She asked me if Price should walk her down the aisle or her own mother." 

"She asked me about that too. Price and Kyle are already at the venue helping her with decorating. Your friend Alejandro called me and said he'd be here in about an hour. His flight was delayed by an hour." 

"Thank God," He sighed. "He's one of the groomsmen!" 

"Him and Rudy both! Soap tells me that you didn't want a best man." 

"I didn't want a single best man. I wanted all of them to be my best man, because they are."

"That's so sweet, Simon!"

"Yeah, I told them to not get used to me being sentimental," He chuckled. "That's why Kiera and I are saying our vows and dance in private. I'm only sentimental for her, her family, and our children." 

"Well, you and I both know you're lying to yourself. You love those guys like your brothers!" 

"Can't tell a lie around you, Mrs. Dutton." 

[wastemanjohn]

Happy DFF China! Your post inspired me — let’s hear about Sam/Dean/John. Do you see it as D/J already together and Sam joining, D/S already together and John joining, or all three getting together at once?

happy dadfucker friday spike! ❤ i have more than one answer to this question.

the first is: if we're talking in character, canon compliant, then i don't see any iteration of samjohndean *ever* happening. especially pre-series. largely in part for my enduring headcanon that Sam Knows and his feelings towards johndean are an absolute dumpster fire. partially as you'd expect - few things could be more horrifying than something like that happening in your family. having to live with that. having to get up for school tired af because you were up all night listening to your father blow your brother's back out. wishing you could have been kept awake by absolutely anything else.

is there also a sense of betrayal re dean; a sense that something that belongs to sam has been taken from him? and does sam look at dean sometimes - or, more specifically, look at *john* looking at dean, in this way that makes sam feel like his own skin is on backwards - and feel sick and dirty, because the last thing he is supposed to feel when he sees that is *jealous*? maybe. but fuck, does he hate john. he hates john for doing this to dean. and, by extension, to him.

so that being said i doubt sam would ever want in on a dadfucker threeway. i think he'd take quite a self righteous stance about it all and find it easier to hate/feel angry at them for this awful twisted thing than ever get to a place of trying to understand it. which is a totally understandable reaction, angry brotherlusting aside. but i do see sam understanding, or at least trying understand a bit more, when he's older. as it starts to become clear that dean is all he has and will ever have... because maybe john, all those years ago, felt some version of that too.

the only time i can see a dadfucker threeway maybe possibly happening, if you twisted my arm and pushed to the edges of my imagination, is after the daddycest bible in motion: dead man's blood. sam and john suddenly having a connection they didn't have before, what with the whole SO burning on the ceiling thing. dean overwhelmed at having his family back together again. all that emotion, sam's fresh trauma, john's old wound, the same for the first time ever; possibly copious amounts of alcohol; but it would require sam to have a real Moment of realising his family are all he has left in the world. and it would have to be a really low Moment - sam is only 22 at this point, he's so young and something so awful has just happened to him, and maybe he needs his dad? his big brother? he needs that comfort no matter how it comes? even if he's not quite drinking the family is everything kool aid yet - that is the only way and time at all i can ever see sam getting or wanting to get involved with his dad and his brother's incestuous shenanigans. (and if this were to happen idk i'd really want a sammy sandwich. john and dean wanting to take their best care possible of their golden boy 🥰... and this also lends itself nicely to a bit of jealousy from dean... john is never *that* soft and gentle with him, not like he is with sam... and what's all that about? is sam still the favourite, even *now*? does dean not just get this one thing from dad to himself? well, squash that one in the ignore-repress box for the next ten years...)

and then, from an out of character and warped/gross perspective, i see this going one of two ways (going dead dove now, tw non con):

bastard john/object dean- remember how i said before about john sharing dean with sam as an eighteenth birthday present? that vibe, because i think about this way too much. a cultlike version of john so used to using dean as a fucktoy that when sam comes of age the best present john can think of is letting sam, the golden son, in on the fun. who knows, maybe john's been promising this to sam for some time. maybe dean isn't even aware it's going to happen until the day of. but he knows what he's for and he knows what he's good at, and he so badly wants to be good for sam as well.

sam never made it to stanford, at least not on time. someone found the letter among his things. john and dean were having none of it. cue nasty corrective stuff. because if they can just make sam understand, if they can just show sam how good things can be here, with them, how they as a family can take care of each other, give each other everything they need... what more could he want?

[tenebraevesper]

Five Nights at Freddy's: Nothing Remains, Night 27: An Ill Omen

''You didn't know what you were getting into. You're never alone because I'm in here with you. Your audio having an issue, I'm a killing machine, now I'm coming to get you. The situation is as bad as can be. Don't ask my name, cuz you know that it's me.''

 – Another Five Nights by JT Machinima (Five Nights at Freddy's 3)

xXxXxXx

Springtrap rose his head as he heard a car entering the driveway. He looked through the window, realizing that Emma had finally arrived.

She's quite early. I wouldn't be surprised if she drove the whole night.

He glanced at Sam, who was still soundly asleep and then put away the book he was reading, quietly making his way out of the room in order to not wake her up. He went downstairs, hearing the door opening and saw Emma entering the room.

''Welcome back,'' he said.

''I should've expected that you would wait for me,'' Emma said, not looking particularly happy to see Springtrap. ''Is Sam awake?''

''It's 06:30 AM, do you really think she'd wake up this early?'' Springtrap said, crossing his arms. Emma yawned, stretching her arms.

''I guess she wouldn't,'' she said, walking past Springtrap. ''I'll take a little nap too, then.'' She briefly stopped, turning her head towards him. ''Also, I'm glad to see that this whole place is still in one piece. One might think that, considering what's going on, I'd find the house on fire.''

''Didn't I tell you not to worry?'' Springtrap replied.

''Of course, why should I worry?'' Emma said sarcastically. ''It's not like you're the reason why I'm feeling so concerned.''

''You know, you really should take that nap. You'll sound less grumpy after you rest,'' Springtrap told her, not in the mood to argue.

''I doubt that,'' Emma replied, walking upstairs. ''I'll be less grumpy once you finally leave.''

Springtrap just rolled his eyes in response, while Emma went to her room. He knew that things would be quiet for another few hours before everyone went on with their day. Usually, he'd appreciate the peace and quiet, but the way things were now, he hoped for some kind of new development.

He and Sam still needed to figure out where the Drawkills and Connor were and take them out. However, this task sure proved to be harder than it seemed to be, since they had absolutely no leads on Connor's whereabouts and the only place they could check was Ricky's Wonder Shack. Still, they couldn't really walk inside, as there was an ongoing investigation and they were sure that Connor would use the animatronics to cause more trouble if he saw them.

Springtrap sighed tiredly as he unlocked the door and walked over to the car, figuring that he could bring Emma's suitcase and whatever else she brought back home from her trip inside the house.

Hopefully, we will find another way to approach this situation.

xXx

Emma yawned as she walked downstairs, noticing that Sam was already awake and eating breakfast while talking to Springtrap. The two turned around when Emma entered the room, with Sam smiling.

''Hey, Mum, I hope nothing happened on your trip,'' she said.

''No, there weren't any issues,'' Emma said as she took a bowl out of the cupboard. ''I don't think that you can say the same, though.''

''Well, technically nothing really happened here either,'' Sam replied, rubbing the back of her head. ''Me and Spring got it all completely under control.''

''I wouldn't be so sure about it,'' Emma said, her eyes narrowing as she cast a suspicious look at the two, who just smiled sheepishly. She sighed. ''Nevertheless, I am glad that I found everything the way I left it.'' She glanced at Springtrap. ''Well, I wouldn't have minded one change.''

Springtrap frowned, glaring at Emma, who prepared her breakfast with a look of complete nonchalance on her expression. Sam looked at the two, unsure whether to feel annoyed that they were about to get into another fight or just happy that things were back to normal. She figured that it would be best not to press the issue.

''Anyways, Dad had called me yesterday,'' Sam said, looking at Emma. ''He said that you told him to check on me.''

''I had figured that it wouldn't be a bad thing if you had someone else on standby in case something happened,'' Emma said, with Sam giving her a dubious look.

''Honestly, I don't think whether one should call this being prepared or just plain paranoia,'' Springtrap said in a deadpan tone. Emma glared at him, looking irritated, but it didn't seem to faze the animatronic. ''It just feels as if you're trying to own up to your mistake of letting the Drawkills know where we live, even though it was a complete accident and you had no knowledge nor control over what happened.''

''Nevertheless, I still made a mistake and I'm not going to let Sam suffer because of it,'' Emma replied. ''You, on the other hand, should look in the mirror before you start talking about mistakes and bad decisions.''

''Trust me, I did,'' Springtrap replied, his eyes starting to glow purple. ''I had told you already that I regret what I had done and the only reason I even brought it up is because of my own experience.''

''I know that, Afton, but that doesn't-''

''Mum, Will, can't we just drop that topic?'' Sam interrupted the two, looking completely done with their argument. ''I know that you two love to argue with each other, but honestly, I'm not in the mood to listen to this. Besides, there are more important things we need to deal with, right Will?''

''What do you mean?'' Emma rose an eyebrow, casting a suspicious look at both of them.

''Since the Drawkills had already found us, our next step would be to find them and destroy them,'' Sam said boldly. She waited for her mother to protest against that plan, but Emma just shook her head, having resigned herself to whatever may come next.

''Fine, even if you do find them, how do you plan to destroy them? I got the impression that those Drawkills were quite dangerous,'' she said.

''I'm surprised that you actually are going along with this,'' Springtrap said.

''For starters, after the fiasco at the Machinations Factory, I had figured that there's nothing that would prevent either of you from going after Connor,'' Emma said. ''Also, I don't want to wake up during the night with a murderous animatronic looming over my bed… Oh, wait.''

Sam snorted, having no idea whether to be annoyed or to laugh at her mother trying to keep on messing with Springtrap. Meanwhile, the animatronic just glared at Emma, wondering whether he would have another argument with her or just ignore her. In the end, he just decided to set his priorities straight.

''Actually, we have already found a way to deal with them,'' he said. ''The only issue we have no is the fact that we have no idea about their whereabouts, so there is no way to confront them unless they decide to visit us again.''

''Okay, so what are the chances of that happening?'' Emma asked.

''Honestly, we're not sure,'' Springtrap replied. ''After all, they haven't returned the previous night and, aside from pure speculation, we have no idea what's going on with them.''

''I see,'' Emma muttered, while Sam stood up, picking up her bowl and placing it in the dishwasher. ''Thanks for being at least honest with me about the matter.''

''Considering how you chewed us out last time we kept things secret from you, we didn't want to put ourseleves through that torture again,'' Sam replied in a deadpan tone.

''I'm glad that you decided to take that approach,'' Emma said cheerfully. ''It's great to see that you actually listen to me for once.''

''Yeah,'' Sam sighed, turning towards Springtrap. ''Anyways, let's go upstairs.''

Springtrap nodded, following her upstairs to her room. Emma just observed them as they left, crossing her arms and leaning back against her chair.

Honestly, I have no idea whether I would've been able to prevent this madness even if I knew it would happen. A bitter smile formed on her lips. I guess that I should be happy that things didn't get worse than they are now. For all I know, the next disaster might be waiting just around the corner.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang, with Emma having a weird feeling that she had just jinxed herself.

xXx

Sam and Springtrap were in Sam's room when they suddenly heard the door slamming downstairs, followed by Emma yelling in surprise. Sam quickly exited her room, closing the door behind her just as the person who entered their house arrived upstairs, glaring at her. To Sam's shock, it was Tessa who had caused the commotion.

''Tessa? What are you doing here?'' Sam asked, still having no idea what was going on. Tessa, on the other hand, looked absolutely furious.

''You know well why I'm here!'' Tessa yelled at her, with Sam narrowing her eyes.

''Actually, no, I don't,'' she said in a deadpan tone.

''You humiliated me!'' Tessa replied. ''Do you know how bad the situation was for me, especially after we had left? I was so embarrassed I couldn't even look Violet in the eyes. It was awful.''

Sam frowned, clenching her fists. ''So, this is still all about you keeping up your image in Violet's friend circle?''

''Of course it is, and you just ruined it,'' Tessa replied. ''Do you have any idea how much it took me to become her best friend?'' She frowned. ''Well, you obviously know, but it's not like you'd understand...'' ''You know what, I have enough of you!'' Sam yelled at Tessa. However, instead of tearing up, she felt nothing but pure rage. ''You are a twisted, selfish bitch and I'm glad that your reputation got ruined! As a matter of fact, you have no one else to blame but yourself for that!''

''How dare you to suggest-''

''I dare, because I don't give a damn about you or your feelings anymore,'' Sam replied, her heart racing. ''I tolerated your antics and after I realized what an awful person you are, I decided to distance myself from you. However, since you just won't leave me alone, I'll make this clear once and for all – you are the most toxic person I have ever met and I wouldn't even help you even if you were on death's bed.'' Sam stepped towards Tessa, who was stunned that her ex-best friend didn't falter. ''We used to be so close, but after you decided to become a member of Violet's friend circle, all you did was to ask me for more and more ridiculous favours, telling me you'd repay me and how important that was to you. I decided to play nice, but you never cared about how I felt or what I thought about it. Honestly, I'm glad that I finally got to see that toxic side of you, because I know now that our friendship was based on a huge lie.''

''It wasn't a lie,'' Tessa protested. ''I needed this and-''

''That's exactly the problem – you needed someone to help you become more popular, or at least important enough to gain a reputation in Violet's friend circle,'' Sam cut her off. ''Newsflash, Tessa; you have no idea what real life looks like. It doesn't matter whether you were one of the popular kids in high school, because that won't have any impact on you in your later life. There's a lot more to it and I won't be part of those petty fights Violet loves to instigate so much. You can act as if you have no idea what I'm referring to, but I know that Violet is someone who will do anything to ruin anyone's life if she feels like it simply because no one wants to stand up to her. You too will suffer like I did if you continue to act like this. Those people you call your friends will eventually turn on you and then you will have no one to turn to, because you drove away the only person who had supported you so far.''

Tessa stared at Sam in shock, completely speechless. Sam then pointed at the stairs.

''Now, get out of my house.''

''You-You-'' Tessa stuttered, trying to find the right words to express herself. ''You have no idea what you're talking about!''

''Get. OUT!'' Sam glared at Tessa coldly, looking as if she was going to resort to violence and punch her former friend. Tessa stepped back fearfully, having never seen Sam behave like this. She then looked away, begrudgingly walking down the stairs. Sam sighed, hearing the door behind her opening and turned around, seeing Springtrap peeking out.

''I have to say, that was impressive,'' he said. ''Not only did you stand up to her, but you also knocked her down a peg.''

''Yeah, and it was probably the most satisfying thing I had ever done,'' Sam said, taking a deep breath. She was shaking. ''I just can't be believe that it took me this long to finally tell her what's on my mind.''

''Nevertheless, you did it,'' Springtrap said. ''It certainly was an upgrade from what had happened a few weeks ago, with that phone call.''

''Well, I simply had enough of being bullied and, honestly, if I'm able to handle much worse stuff, like angry spirits and dangerous animatronics, then I figured that I should be able to deal with the bullying,'' Sam said, with the two hearing steps and noticing Emma approaching them.

''What was that about?'' Emma asked them.

''Tessa's angry that I'm standing up for myself,'' Sam replied, shrugging. ''I'm surprised that you let her inside.''

''For your information, I didn't,'' Emma said. ''I had just entered the hallway, when Tessa suddenly opened the door and stormed past me. Seriously, I thought I had locked it.''

''Actually, that one is my fault,'' Springtrap said nervously. ''When I went to get your suitcase from the car, I think I forgot to lock the door behind me.''

''You can't be serious…'' Emma and Sam both glared at him, while Springtrap just wished to disappear.

xXx

Raven took a deep breath, leaning against the wall as he tried to process what exactly he had just done. Somehow, while he wandered around Hurricane, he had managed to find Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. Despite being overjoyed about finding the place, he realized that he couldn't enter it, as it was closed and locked, forcing him to remain hidden until the next morning, when he saw several employees arriving and opening the place. Once the doors were unlocked, he quickly sneaked inside, making sure he wouldn't be seen. After all, if Wolfrun Corporation tried to make sure all records of him had been destroyed and made him an unperson, one could only imagine what Fazbear Entertainment would do to him.

However, his attempts at finding a good hiding spot weren't without difficulty and he found himself rushing through the main area and hiding in a hallway near the stage, only to accidentally open what seemed to be a hidden door and finding himself in a room filled with boxes. He wasn't sure what the purpose of this room was, but the fact that it had been concealed behind a wall told him that he probably didn't want to know that. If anything, it made a good hiding spot as none of the employees went inside.

Fine, now I'm at Freddy's, but how am I supposed to contact Afton and Sam? He sighed. I didn't really think this through, did I?

Eventually, he decided to wait until closing time and take a better look at the location, figuring that there would be a way for him to find out more about Afton's whereabouts. After waiting patiently for closing time, he exited the room and attempted to make his way over to the area with the stage, only to suddenly hear steps, with two people talking to each other. He froze, worried that they would find him, only to realize that the voices he heard were strangely familiar. As he peeked into the main area, to his relief, he saw the animatronic bunny and the human that had helped him regain control over his body.

''Hey…''

He stepped out, with Springtrap and Sam suddenly turning towards him.

''Raven!''

Sam and Springtrap stared at the animatronic, completely shocked to see him. Considering the fire at the Machinations Factory, as well as the fact that the Drawkills were roaming freely through Hurricane, they weren't completely sure whether Raven had actually managed to survive the whole ordeal. Raven at first seemed to be just as stunned to see them, but the feeling of shock lasted only for a moment.

''I'm so glad that I had managed to find you two,'' he said.

''What?'' While Springtrap wondered what Raven was talking about, Sam seemed to be more surprised that the raven animatronic was actually talking to them. Meanwhile, Raven realized that he probably had some explaining to do, especially considering how obvious it was that they didn't expect him to appear out of nowhere.

''What are you doing here?'' Sam said, having managed to snap out of her stunned state.

''It's a long story,'' Raven told her. ''After all, it's been a while since we had seen each other.''

''You don't seem to be in a great shape,'' Springtrap remarked, with Raven looking down at his torn suit.

''Nevermind that, we have other things to worry about,'' Raven told him, pointing at the nearby booth. ''You might want to sit down though, as it will take a while to explain everything.''

''So, what exactly had happened to you after what had happened at the Machinations Factory?'' Springtrap asked as he and Sam sat across Raven.

''After the building had been set on fire, I had managed to find a way out of the place,'' Raven explained. ''Since I knew that Connor and the Drawkills had too escaped the building, I decided to find him and finally put an end to him.''

''So, Connor is indeed still out there,'' Springtrap said, crossing his arms. Raven nodded.

''He is, but thanks to you, he had been reduced to a corpse attached to a bunch of metal and wires, hiding inside the Ricky Wolfrun suit he was wearing when he was murdered,'' Raven explained. ''However, before I could find him, he found me… Or rather, the Drawkills did.'' He sighed. ''To keep it short, they took me to their hideout and kept me hostage in one of the rooms for days. However, I had managed to escape last night.''

''I'm glad that you had managed to get out of there, but how exactly did you escape?'' Sam asked.

''That's the interesting part,'' Raven replied. ''It appears that Connor had managed to turn the Drawkills against him. Frankly, the treatment I had received was nothing in comparison to the torture they had to go through.''

''I had told that idiot that if he treated his creations like trash, they would act like it,'' Springtrap said.

 ''I guess that explains why they appeared at my house, but didn't do anything,'' Sam added. Raven gave them a confused look.

''Wait, they have found you?'' he asked, stunned. ''But, they told Connor that they hadn't found anything.''

''Really?'' Springtrap said, frowning. ''What exactly do you mean by that?''

''Connor had been searching for you for a while and he is using the Drawkills to do that, always punishing them whenever they return without a clue about your whereabouts,'' Raven explained. ''As for why Connor wants to find you, I'm assuming that you might already know the answer yourself.''

''I'd say that I have my own theory about it,'' Springtrap replied.

''Say, Raven, why didn't the Drawkills escape along with you?'' Sam asked. ''They hate Connor, don't they?''

''Trust me, they do, but Connor has his own methods of controlling them, making sure that they won't go after him,'' Raven told her. ''Even if they want to destroy him, they wouldn't be able to do that.'' He then glanced at Springtrap. ''I can show you where he is hiding, but I have to warn you, Connor will probably be waiting for us.''

''Don't worry, Sam and I were already trying to figure out how to get rid off him, but we had no idea where he was hiding,'' Springtrap replied.

''That's good to hear. I'll be joining you, of course,'' Raven said, nodding. ''Once Connor is destroyed, I will finally be at peace.''

''Trust me, we all will,'' Springtrap replied.

''Speaking of which, Raven, what are you going to do after Connor is gone?'' Sam asked curiously.

''Honestly, I wish to either be deactivated or perish alongside Connor,'' Raven said, with Sam giving him a shocked look.

''Why would you want to do that?'' she asked.

''This is the way I had been programmed and I won't let anyone to stop me in my mission,'' Raven said. ''The soul that had been imprisoned for so long inside me is demanding revenge and I don't see any reason to continue existing after I'm done with my quest.''

''Honestly, I think you should reconsider this…'' Sam said, giving him a concerned look. ''I mean, only because Connor is gone doesn't mean that you should leave as well.''

''I understand how you feel about this, especially since you helped me out, but this was something I had decided on a long time ago,'' Raven replied. ''Nevertheless, I am grateful for what you had done for me.''

''Okay, but still…''

''We'll gladly help you,'' Springtrap suddenly said, interrupting Sam, who gave him a weird look. He just shook his head, with Sam keeping quiet. ''Nevertheless, we still need to come up with a plan for how we are going to approach this situation. However, I think that this can wait until tomorrow.''

''I understand,'' Raven said, standing up. ''I guess I'll be waiting here for you…''

''Or you could come with us,'' Sam suggested, with Springtrap and Raven giving her a surprised look.

''I wouldn't be so sure about that idea. Emma is going to freak out,'' Springtrap said. ''Besides, didn't she say that she doesn't want you to bring back another haunted animatronic?''

''Technically, Mum only freaks out when you are around and I'm sure that she'd be much happier with Raven's presence,'' Sam said, with Springtrap having to agree with her. ''Also, Raven isn't really a haunted animatronic, right?''

''That's true,'' Raven replied. ''Nevertheless, I don't mind staying here as I don't want to cause you any trouble.''

''It's fine, I'll handle it,'' Sam told him, with Raven giving her a questioning look and then glancing at Springtrap.

''I guess that you should just go along with it,'' he said, albeit a bit reluctant, as he knew that Emma wouldn't be happy about having another animatronic at her house. ''To be honest, I still have a few things I'd like to ask you about.''

''Okay, then,'' Raven replied. ''Once again, I'm sorry for bothering you.''

''Don't worry, you aren't bothering us at all,'' Sam replied. ''Frankly, I'm happy to see you again. I don't think I have thanked you for saving my life back at the factory.''

''You don't have to thank me for anything. I was just repaying you for saving me,'' Raven replied. ''Hopefully, we'll manage to finally bring this nightmare to an end.''

xXx

Where are you? You cannot hide from me forever. Connor was observing his surroundings through Drawkill Bonnie's eyes, leading the other Drawkills through the town as they searched for Afton's whereabouts. However, it seemed that he was the only one who actually put some kind of effort into the search, as the other Drawkills didn't look really interested in their task. He glared at them, his eyes glowing, but it seemed that none of the Drawkills really cared about the possibility of being turned into a mindless drone just like their companion.

As Connor focused on the street ahead of them, he was suddenly overcome by a headache. He groaned, with mild static blurring his vision, to the point that not only did he see the street in front of him through Drawkill Bonnie's eyes, but also the room he was currently staying at. He closed his eyes, trying to shake the headache off. However, as he opened his eyes, he saw himself being surrounded by fire, with a shadow-like figure looming over him.

''Who-Who are you?'' He stared at the figure, reaching for the wrench that was on the desk next to him. The shadow didn't answer, with Connor instead hearing strange voices echoing through his head as the fire and the static overwhelmed his vision.

''What's wrong with him?''

''He's losing his mind.''

''Pathetic…''

''SHUT UP!''

He threw the wrench at the shadow-like figure, only to hear a clanking sound, with the wrench hitting the wall and falling on the ground. Connor fell on his knees as the headache returned. The fire and static had vanished, but now he saw through one eye the Drawkills surrounding him and through the other the room he was in.

It's getting worse…

Connor clutched his head, screaming in rage. He stumbled around, knocking over a toolbox, with the clanking sound of the tools only making his headache worse.

''Get away from me! I won't let you take me!''

He grabbed a pipe and started to blindly swing around as his vision blurred and he saw more and more of shadow-figures suddenly appearing and surrounding him. He knew that his time was running out and that all he could do was to fight back.

I won't die… I won't die… I won't die… I won't die…

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