#i should have a post lying around somewhere when i first had the idea

[thelov3lybookworm]

Are You Flirting?

modern!au

Summary: Who's the cute guy she was talking about last night?

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Word Count: 4863

Warnings: flirty lucien, shy reader but shes like 'yknow what fuck shyness lets flirt back' lmaoo

A/n: yall i need you to know. the reader is based on me. shes literally me. i crochet too if yal didnt know hehe. this was so fun to write like it felt like wring my own story except this shit never happened irl lol.

idk ill stop rambling now 😂

ANYWAYS, ENJOYYY 🥹

p.s: id say the credit for this idea goes to my bestie boo @berryzxx because she put me on the song that i used as inspo for tis fic and also bullying me into writing for that song. ily lots pooks 🤭

(based on an indian song 👀)

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The moment Y/n got the text from her college best friend Feyre, Y/n knew having picked up crocheting as a hobby was the best thing she could ever have done.

Exaggerating aside, she was excited when Feyre asked her if she wanted to reconnect after two years of not talking, and Y/n said yes without hesitation.

They hadn’t talked much, only ever interacting with each other’s instagram posts and stories. Feyre was too busy most of the time painting and opening her own gallery to display her art, taking commissions sometimes and travelling with her fiance.

And even though Y/n had wanted to stay in touch, being an upcoming writer, she did not get too much time to talk as she was busy writing all the time, and when she wasn’t, she was lying in bed wondering why she was in a slump.

Hence, she had picked up crocheting as a new hobby and made some pretty cute tops, imagining herself wearing them to a beach or somewhere pretty. She had been thinking of going somewhere as a vacation to clear her mind.

Which was why when Feyre suggested flying to some beach island her fiance owned for a little getaway with friends, Y/n could not contain her excitement.

Now as she stood in the middle of her bedroom, trying to pick between the two outfits in her hand, wondering which one to wear, she wished she had a boyfriend. Or a husband. Or something. She had always been an indecisive person, and at moments such as this, she wished someone could help her pick her outfits.

Feyre was probably on her way and here Y/n stood, wondering which one to wear and which one to put in her bag to wear the next day.

Ughh fuck me.

Finally, she settled on a pastel pink cardigan and a white halter top with a white bell bottom jeans. She wanted to make a good impression on Feyre’s new friends and decided that the safer option was better. She could wear the other one after she got more comfortable with them.

She had never even met Feyre’s fiance. The two had met and gotten engaged after Y/n and Feyre drifted apart, but Y/n had congratulated her friend on her insta post, so surely that counted as something?

Now that reminder had her reconsidering. Was going vacationing with people she did not know really the best idea?

I mean, what if one of them is a serial killer? What if one of them is suicidal and kills us all-

Maybe she should just cancel.

She was eyeing her phone, genuinely wondering if she should go, when the screen lit up and Feyre’s name flashed across the screen, the soft lilting sound of Y/n’s ringtone filling the air.

So it was decided. Y/n was going.

Y/n answered the call while simultaneously shouldering her bag. "Hello?"

Feyre’s excited voice screeched in her ear from the other end. "Y/n! I’m under your apartment now. Are you ready?"

Instantly, her mood became better and Y/n wondered why she ever considered refusing to go in the first place. Even if she was a stranger to Feyre’s friends, she still had Feyre. She was sure it wouldn’t be as awkward as she was expecting it to be.

Straightening, she glanced around her room for a final time before nodding to herself, confirming that she was not forgetting anything. "Yes, babe. As ready as I’ll ever be. I’m coming down."

Feyre squealed, and Y/n could hear chuckles from the background at her friend’s antics. "I can't wait!"

With that, Y/n ended the call and walked out of her apartment, closing the door behind her, focusing on the jingle of her keychain and not on the nervousness running through her veins.

Soon, as she walked out of the elevator on the ground floor, she spied two dark cars waiting outside. It made her hurry. The moment she exited, she spied her friend leaving the car, grinning.

Feyre ran the short distance to Y/n, throwing all her body weight onto her friend, making Y/n giggle.

"Calm down Fey! I’m not going anywhere."

Feyre pulled away with a wide grin, shaking her head, then grabbed Y/n’s hand and dragged her back to the car she had exited.

"We're a total of ten people, five in that car-" she pointed to the one standing behind the one she had exited- "and five of us in this one." Y/n nodded, trying to calm her nerves.

Feyre then got in, leaving Y/n to get in the back. Feyre’s fiance was sitting in the driver’s seat, black aviation glasses perched on his nose. He offered Y/n a warm smile and a wave before Feyre piped up.

"Y/n, this is my fiance Rhysand. That is Azriel, Rhys’s foster brother and his girlfriend, Gwyneth."

Y/n dipped her head in a polite nod to the couple sharing the back seat with her, but Gwyneth had no qualms about hugging Y/n. Y/n was surprised to say the least by the sudden affectionate action, but she returned it nonetheless with a wide grin.

"Nice to meet you all."

"Everyone, this is my best friend from university, as well as my then roommate, Y/n."

Azriel gave her a tiny smile, his loving gaze returning to his girlfriend not a moment later.

It made Y/n want to go aww, because if that was not pure love right there, then Y/n did not know what was. It made her long to have someone of her own.

Rhys started the car, and the first ten minutes passed in comfortable silence. And then Feyre spoke.

"So, Y/n. Please tell me you’re seeing someone."

Y/n sighed. "You would’ve been the first person to know had I been."

Feyre twisted to glare at Y/n.

"What?"

"Why are you still single?"

"Haven’t found the one yet."

Feyre contemplated for a moment, then grinned. "You know, I’ve got a friend-"

"Not again Feyre!" Y/n turned to Gwyneth. "You know, she would send me on dates with these random dudes every day-"

"Not every day!"

Y/n glared at her friend in jest. "Only because I bullied you to leave me alone."

Feyre sighed dramatically, then plopped back into her seat. "You’re mean."

Gwyn snickered. "Why did you not end up with any of them then?"

Y/n shook her head solemnly. "They were all either too arrogant or ugly."

That made everyone laugh, and finally, Azriel spoke up. "And how did you find so many guys, Feyre?"

Y/n perked up. "I want to know too! I always wondered if she went to asylums to get me a worse specimen than the last."

"Oh my god Y/n, they were just guys from our university and the neighbouring ones."

Y/n smiled. It was fun being around her friend again. It felt like the never stopped talking, picking up from where they left off.

"You know, we’ve got three single people in the other car."

Y/n dropped her head in her palm, and Gwyn cackled.

"Come on Y/n, they’re not that bad. One of them is a guy, but the other two are women. You can experiment if that’s what you want. Maybe that’s the reason you never connected with any guys I set you up with."

Y/n made a crying face and leaned her head against Gwyn, who continued to vibrate with silent laughter. "God help me."

Eventually, Feyre dropped the topic, ending up talking about random nonsense after that. Azriel also chimed in sometimes, but mostly it was either Feyre and Rhysand talking and Gwyn and Y/n laughing and giving unwanted commentary.

They had to take two helicopters to the island, which had Y/n wondering just how big of a jackpot Feyre had gotten engaged to. The ride to the beach home from the helipad after was again two cars.

While boarding the helicopter, Y/n had spied the other friends of Feyre and Rhysand getting out of their car, but she had averted her gaze when the redheaded man had turned to look, hoping she didn’t seem like a creep while she had been trying to take a look at their faces.

The ride to the beach house, as they called it, was silent because Y/n, Gwyn and Feyre dozed off for most of it, already tired after so much travelling. And before they knew it, the midday sun shone through the windows of the car as it finally stopped in the gated compound of a mansion that looked straight out of architectural digest.

Y/n could not stop gaping at it as she got out of the car, then turned to hold the door open for Gwyn.

"It’s so big and beautiful." Gwyn commented, her eyes too fixed on the two story structure. Y/n shot her a knowing look.

"I know right? Only seen stuff like this in the movies."

The two shared a giggle before Azriel joined them on their side and the trio followed Rhysand and Feyre to the main doors.

Rhysand had just climbed the top step when the doors opened, two ladies with long black hair cascading down their backs standing behind them, and Y/n decided that they were twins.

"Nuala, Cerridwen." Rhysand nodded at them with a smile, then turned to the people standing behind him when the twins left.

"I think it’s best if we freshen up and rest for some time before dinner."

The tall guy who had been driving the other car sighed dramatically, burying his head in Nesta’s shoulder. "Thank god, I am tired."

Nesta rolled her eyes, then smiled at Y/n. Being Feyre’s roommate, Y/n had met Nesta on multiple occasions and admired the woman a lot. Nesta, too, had always looked after Y/n like a sister when the three would go out to dinner.

"Y/n. How are you?"

Y/n dipped her head, then stepped forward and pulled Nesta into a hug. "I’m good. Your fiance?"

Nesta nodded, glancing at the hulk of a man. "This is Cassian. Cass, this is-"

"Y/n, heard a lot ‘bout ya." He grinned, extending his hand for a shake.

Y/n smiled at him, then turned back to Nesta and Feyre as the latter began speaking. "Y/n, this is Elain, my other sister. Mor, Rhysand’s cousin, and Lucien, my friend."

After everyone had been introduced, all of them retreated to their rooms. It seemed like they had these outings a lot, because the way everyone was so familiar with the layout of the house would have been uncanny had this been their first time here.

Except for Lucien. He seemed a little hesitant, lingering back with Y/n as everyone else left. But then Feyre directed the two to the upper floor, where two guest rooms were waiting for them.

The rooms were next to each other, so Y/n and Lucien were together till the very last moment. It gave Y/n a lot of time to admire the man’s attractiveness through stolen glances, and she wished it did not for she was not able to control the movement of her jaw that kept unhinging every chance it got at the sheer beauty of him.

Gosh, if he is the guy Feyre wants to set me up with, I am truly going to be blessed.

As the two finally reached the top step, Lucien glanced at Y/n.

"First time here?"

"Yup. In fact, I’m seeing Fey for the first time since we finished uni."

His brows rose. "Damn. How long has it been?"

She shrugged noncommittally. "Around two years. What about you? Your first time too?"

He nodded, then paused at the first door to meet her eyes when he answered. "I’ve recently started getting along with her family." he thought for a moment, then leaned closer, as if letting her in on a secret. "I was actually the friend of her previous boyfriend, but none of them liked him and so they didn’t trust me much either. But now they’re moving on and so am I."

Y/n did not know how to respond to that, trying to wrap her mind around how anyone could be mad at someone who seemed as nice as Lucien. But he spared her the struggle.

"That’s a nice cardigan. Where’d you get it from?" His eyes travelled down her body, his gaze appreciative as it landed on the pastel crocheted garment. "Maybe I could get a similar one. We can match."

Y/n blinked at him, then ducked her head, futilely trying to hide her blush.

"Um, I made it myself."

He remained silent for a moment, prompting her to meet his gaze once again.

"You’re kidding."

She blinked again. "Why would I?"

He huffed out a laugh, leaning back against the doorframe. "So, you’re telling me you’re pretty and talented?"

Y/n could not move if she wanted to. She could not think. She could not do anything but stare at him.

This man, one who looked like he belonged on the cover of vogue, was telling her she was pretty?

God help me.

She looked around, flustered by the tiny smile blooming on his face, cocky but also knowing. He knew the effect he had on her and the damned man was enjoying it too much.

"Well, I will let you rest now. After all, you need to get some energy back for later tonight."

If those words had come from anyone else, Y/n would have wondered if they were saying she looked tired and like shit, but coming from him, the words were nothing but caring, if a touch flirtatious.

Wait, was that an innuendo?

She did not have time to dwell on that part much before he stepped aside, swiping his arm toward the door behind him. "Take a look at both rooms, then pick one you want. I will wait."

Y/n dipped her head, trying not to blush even more when he opened the door for her and leaned back, letting her pass.

She was much too flustered to even look around the room, let alone see if she liked it or wanted the other room, so she just mumbled to him that she will stay in this one, that he could take the other room.

Y/n knew he was about to ask her if she was sure, but whatever he saw in her face had him nodding, stepping back out of the room, tugging the door close with him as he went.

"See you soon, sweetheart." His parting words were heavy with the same knowing lilt he had a few minutes back when he had been flirting with her. It made Y/n’s cheeks heat up, and she turned to the bed, plopping down and burying her face in the plush pillows.

He was flirting with me.

Maybe… Feyre was right about him. Maybe I should give him a chance.

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After a light lunch and a few hours of rest, everyone had simultaneously gathered in the living room as if summoned by a silent command. Y/n had tried to sleep, and had accomplished the feat, but at the cost of tossing and turning every five minutes for an hour, her mind refusing to let her wind down and repeatedly playing the memories of Lucien flirting.

At least, she thought he was flirting. Y/n hoped she was not making a fool of herself for thinking that he was flirting while he simply was being kind.

She had gotten all of two hours of sleep before she shoved the covers off of her and decided to take a shower to freshen up, then she had proceeded to don a flowy sundress and walked downstairs. The hallways were empty, the only sign that she was not alone being the twins in the kitchen. They offered Y/n a smile before introducing themselves, then asked her if she needed anything.

Y/n had thought about it, then shook her head, telling them she just wanted to get some water. They graciously handed her a glass of it, despite her protests, and then they left her to her own devices.

She had just been sipping on it while staring at the sun setting when footsteps behind her let her know she was no longer alone, and she turned to look at Morrigan and Elain, who had walked down together. They offered her a smile, then sat along with her at the counter in swivelling chairs, the quiet comfortable and peaceful.

That was, before Cassian decided to grace them with his presence.

"Are Feyre and Rhys still not here?"

Y/n blinked, tearing her eyes away from the now violet horizon, barely any sliver of light visible, and gave him a smile. "Not yet."

He gagged. "They’re probably doing nasty stuff."

Nesta walked in with Gwyn and Azriel behind her, her eyebrows high.

"Like you don’t fuck."

He glared at Nesta. "Can you be a little more crass? I am trying to make new friends here."

Y/n hid her smile behind her cup, but considering it was a clear glass, she did not think it would work very well.

"So Y/n, what do you do during free time?"

Y/n set her now empty cup aside, turning all her attention to Cassian, who was done bickering with his fiance.

"I do crocheting while listening to podcasts, or I read when I just want to wind down. I also write."

He nodded appreciatively. "So you’re a creative person, huh."

"And she has a very pretty smile too."

Y/n felt her cheeks heating up already when she heard Lucien’s voice, but when she finally comprehended what he had said, she wondered if she’d just melt off.

God. Please, help me.

She tried not to meet his eyes, because even knowing him for barely a few hours, she knew he’d give her a knowing smirk, his eyes bright.

Cassian chuckled, and Y/n could feel everyone’s eyes on her.

Fuck.

Thankfully, Feyre and Rhysand finally arrived and took the attention away from her, and she felt like she could finally breathe again.

The couple asked what everyone wanted for dinner, bickering around for a few moments while Lucien, Elain, Azriel and Y/n watched.

Before long, Mor announced she was craving some barbecue, and when no one argued further, Rhys told everyone to gather on the back porch that faced the beach while he got the things out. When Y/n offered to help along with Feyre and Gwyn, Rhysand just told them to sit back and relax.

And then he dragged the other men with him.

Guess they won’t be getting any relaxing time.

The night passed almost too quickly to be natural, and Y/n already felt like she’d known these people for her whole life. Nesta and Gwyn refused to let anyone else talk to her because they were too busy asking her of all the books she’d read and inquiring whether she was planning on publishing.

Y/n could see Feyre pouting in the corner, but eventually Mor engaged her in a conversation, so Y/n’s guilt at not being able to give her friend enough time subsided.

When Nesta and Gwyn finally got distracted, Y/n leaned back, taking in the cool air when her neck prickled. Looking around, she met the gaze of Lucien from over the glowing barbeque, her cheeks flushing even when he hadn’t said or done anything. But he continued to look at her, the slightest tilt to those inviting lips.

Smug bastard.

When everything was cooked, Rhys called everyone to the outdoor dining table, the wood rich but warm, homey.

Y/n found two seats next to Gwyn, who beckoned her over. She smiled and had just settled down next to her new friend when she realised someone was sitting down next to her on the empty seat.

And it was not Feyre.

Mismatched eyes found her surprised gaze, and Lucien grinned at her.

"Lucien! That was my seat!"

He held eye contact with Y/n for a long moment before turning to a fuming Feyre. "Well, you can sit on my lap, darlin’. But I am already too comfortable in this seat to move."

Feyre huffed, the perfect picture of annoyance. But Y/n could see the glint in her eyes that told her that Feyre was having way too much fun right now watching Y/n blush.

When Feyre turned away to pout at her grinning fiance, Lucien leaned close to Y/n. "Or maybe, you can sit on my lap and I can give this seat to Feyre?"

Y/n turned away, trying to hide the warm flush on her skin at that. "I think Feyre will find herself another seat."

He chuckled quietly but let the topic go after that.

In the end, Feyre sat at the seat on the right of the head seat of the table, next to Lucien. Rhysand sat at the head, opposite Azriel, who occupied the seat on the other side of Gwyn, refusing to leave her side.

Everyone started to serve themselves, but just as Y/n was contemplating what to get, Lucien leaned past her, his scent enveloping her along with his warmth, and grabbed some grilled chicken.

"Try this, it’s good." With that, he put a few pieces on her plate, then continued to serve himself. He seemed so nonchalant, so careless as if he hadn’t just set Y/n’s heart on fire.

Like he wasn’t the reason she could not think straight.

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Y/n did not know how the days passed so quickly. Agreed, it was a four day getaway, and yet it felt like barely any time passed and it was already the day they had to return home.

If she had to be honest, she did not want to leave the bed. Her limbs felt like they were tied down, heavy metal placed on top to stop her from moving. She felt so tired, as if her body was trying to stay here just a little longer, and maybe being tired would get her to stay.

Which was the reason why she forced herself to push off the covers and set her legs on the cold, wood floor and traipsed sleepily towards the window to check if she had missed the sunrise again. She had been wanting to watch it since they all arrived, but every day for the past three days, she had slept away without a care.

She’d had to set an additional alarm to wake up earlier.

The sky outside was dark, almost blue. But she knew dawn wasn’t far off.

She hurried to freshen up, then walked down the stairs to get herself a glass of water.

After she had acquired her drink, she stepped out and settled down on the two seater swing on the back porch, under her own room’s balcony. The air was chilly, but not enough to have her want to get up and bring a shawl or something to keep herself warm.

She also felt really lazy as she began sipping on her water slowly.

Gosh, I love water.

She refrained from drinking anything that was not water or milk.

She was also lactose intolerant, but, who really cares about that.

Y/n had just leaned back, wrapping both her hands around her cup when she heard movement behind her. But she let herself relax, knowing it probably was Lucien.

That was one of the many things she’d learned about him in the past days.

He always woke up at dawn. He apparently then did some light gym when he could before breakfast, to keep himself in that drool worthy body.

His words, not mine.

Okay… Maybe mine.

And maybe, just maybe, Y/n had wanted to witness her first ever sunrise, had wanted to wake up earlier even though she disliked being up early just so she could spend some extra time with him.

Maybe.

It didn’t take him long to settle down beside her, his own cup of steaming beverage in hand. It looked like green tea to Y/n, who’d had experience with making it for her father nearly every day.

"Good morning." His voice was rough, the sleep evident in it.

Don’t blush, don't blush. He’s just said good morning.

She blushed. Just a little. "Morning."

"Sleep well?"

Y/n nodded, watching him from her peripherals as the swing dipped slightly with his added weight.

"Still sleepy though. First time I woke up by myself to watch the sunrise." She paused for a moment, glancing at him. His lips were curled to one side as he stared out over the beach, his gaze fixated to the horizon. She shrugged. "Usually it’s by my family dragging me and bullying me into waking up early."

He huffed out a chuckle, but after that let silence settle between them.

The air was so peaceful, it brought a sense of calm over Y/n.

Maybe she could get used to this.

The two sat and watched as the sun rose, so slowly but also too fast. Y/n wished to enjoy this time forever, wanted to continue taking in the soft orange and pink hues that painted the sky as the glowing ball of fire rose higher in the sky. Wanted to bask in the presence that nestled into the pillows next to her, wanted to ink the sound of his soft breathing permanently into her existence.

It was over too soon, and even though Y/n savoured every second of it, she could not help but feel a sense of longing the moment Lucien straightened. She did not want to let go of this moment just yet.

He seemed to think so too.

Just when she thought he’d get up and walk back inside, he turned his head to stare at her.

"So, who’s the cute guy you were talking about last night with Fey?"

Y/n’s lips quirked up, a sudden burst of boldness spurring her on. But she paused as she thought back to Feyre’s words the previous night.

"Do you like him?"

"I don’t know what you’re talking about."

"Oh please, I see the way you blush when he’s near. I see the way he follows you around like a lost puppy. I am not naive, sweet pea."

Y/n sighed. "I guess he’s cute."

Feyre squealed. "You need to go on a date with him."

If Y/n gave him the truthful answer, would she be making a fool of herself? Would she be doing herself the biggest favour ever? Did he even like her that way?

Finally, she decided that if she never tried, she might regret it later.

Feeling her gaze on him, she turned, knowing he waited for her answer. He sported a cheeky grin, eyes half lidded, as if he was more relaxed than he’d ever been.

She leaned in conspiratorially.

"You."

His grin faded, and he sat up straighter.

"What?"

"You’re the cute guy we were talking about."

He blinked, and Y/n did her best to hide her smug smile at the way his ears darkened with colour.

"Are you joking or flirting?" he mumbled, brows furrowed.

Oh, so he can flirt, but can’t take the flirting?

She told herself to remember that tidbit for later.

Y/n could not help it then. She let loose the smirk that broke out of her, and leaned closer still, so close that she could feel his breath on her face, so close that she knew that if she were to inhale, his lingering cologne from the previous day would take over every one of her senses.

Maintaining eye contact, she whispered.

"Flirting."

He did not move anything except for his eyes as she stood, his gaze following her like a physical caress. Just before she turned the corner out of his eyesight, she glanced back at him.

And winked.

She watched as a disbelieving grin formed on his lips, and then decided that was enough flirting for a year at least and ascended the stairs back to her room.

Feyre will lose her mind.

As soon as she closed the door behind her, she no longer felt that burst of confidence that came out of nowhere. Suddenly, she was a blushing mess as she shoved her face into the pillows and tried to calm her racing heart.

Her phone pinged then.

Feyre: ‘Lucien just texted me asking for your number. Is it okay if I give it?’

Y/n bit her lip to keep away the flustered smile. Just as she told Feyre to give it to him, she texted back.

Feyre: ‘Is there something I need to know? Why are you up so early anyway?’

Y/n decided that was enough. Feyre could wait.

Who’s the cute guy?

You.

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Hi hi, first off I love scrolling your page. It has become part of my morning routine to read at least one of your posts before I do anything else. 2. I may not like Dottore but I do just wanna steal Pufftore for myself to cuddle.

In that sense, as something that was created and forgotten in the giant lab of his, Dottore truly forgot the thing existed until he spotted it in the room where reader was during their coma. He was ready to rush in and grab the "abomination" but ended up just standing there in the doorway and watching the creature climb on the bed and reader just subconsciously reacts the fluffball by turning their head slightly with no other movements.

It was the first time in maybe decades since reader has fallen into their second coma that he's seen reader react to anything. Even when he administered medicines and other treatments. Sometimes there would be small twitches of their fingers but nothing like them turning their head towards the creature who decided to nap right by their head.

The next time he visits reader, the fluffball had shifted to lay against readers side and he leaves it be, the creature wasn't doing anything but napping away. The day one of the younger segments burst though his office door in a panic, he is seen sprinting down the halls to reader's room. The door is slammed opened and there you are hugging Pufftore in one arm sleepily while another segment is taking your vitals. Reader who turned their head when he burst in smiled before asking, "did you make this cutie to keep me company while you were away?"

He didn't have the heart to tell them that it was an accidental experiment and was supposed to be destroyed. So he lied and said yes. Of course he and the other segments are jealous of the stupid creature getting all of the attention but reader as content with having a fluffy little companion while he was away at work. So the creature gets to live simply because it makes his s/o happy.

Sorry for the word vomit, it kinda got away from me ^^;

I'M LITERALLY GONNA CRY RN THIS IS AMAZING ANON 😭❤️ (And thank you so much!! I'm honored to be part of your routine 🥺🫶) ugh,,, i'm gonna be obsessing and brainrotting over this so hard...

Honestly, with all of the segments doing their own little experiments and the vast space of the lab, there are just things that are bound to get lost along the line. But they never care too much, because they tend to get bored with their experiments very quickly and forget about them when they stop being interesting. The blue abomination of a fox just so happened to be one of them. Discarded to the side with no real thought. He assumed it would up and die somehow but instead, he sees the unnamed creature clamber up your bed, with its stumpy little legs, and nuzzle into your sleeping body. And then you move. You move. He's been trying so, so hard to get you to react to something, anything, and a little abomination is the one who does it? All of his speeches and ranting to your sleeping self were that puny compared to this failed creature? He's upset but relieved at the same time. A part of you is still there, somewhere, at the very least.

The next time he comes, he finds that the disfigured fox had brought more... friends? Now little black puffs with a sole strand of blue hair rested around you. Dottore doesn't even remember creating those things... were they a byproduct of the first experiment?? As much as he wants to shoo them away from lying so comfortably on your body, he decides to leave them be. You seemed to enjoy them, despite not being conscious. Perhaps he should study them more in-depth? Maybe they were worth more experimenting on.

When you finally wake up, caressing that stupid fox and the bundle of small puffs jumping up and down around you excitedly, he can only say what will please you. In all honesty, he had no idea what the hell he was doing or thinking while making that abomination, he doesn't know why it has a fluffy tail and ears of a fox and the red eye and beak of a crow. And he doesn't find it cute in the slightest and can't see why you do but... it makes you smile. He can't bring himself to take away it, not when you've been so miserable with your illness.

The creatures definitely hide behind your leg so often, and then look up at the segments so smugly when you scold them for being mean to your pets. Ugh, sometimes they really want to strangle those things...

[mad-lestrange-on-fire]

Hello everyone! Some time ago I posted about a vision of Aemond x Visenya. I’ve been recently thinking more about their background and I couldn’t resist the idea of Aemond being Daemon’s son, so…this way Aemond and Visenya became twins in my story. Let me explain a few details (I am fully aware there are going to be some inaccuracies but hey, it’s fan-fiction, so let’s roll with it).

Let’s go back to the memorable night when Daemon took young Rhaenyra to have some fun in town. They did it back then. And she didn’t hook up with Criston at all, nor did she drink the moon tea. That’s how she conceived…twins. Then she went on that trip Viserys had organised for her to choose one of the bachelors. The advanced pregnancy Rhaenyra was hiding in seclusion and finally gave birth to Visenya and Aemond, with only a few trusted friends/servants there who helped her out. Obviously she had to hide the children, as nobody knew she was pregnant. She hid Visenya with mentioned trusted servants to take care of her unless she can reunite with her child at court, which wouldn’t be unless she gets married. And she had to do it quickly - that was the plan. Luckily, marriage with Leanor was already planned. When it comes to Aemond… Alicent gave birth to her second child around that time too… Daemon’s people from King’s Landing took it somewhere far away (or simply killed, don’t ask me) and replaced it with Aemond, so that he could be relatively close when Rhaenyra finally arrives there. After her marriage to Leanor, Rhaenyra faked a pregnancy and shortly after brought little Visenya to the court, acknowledging her as Leanor’s child. It would probably be much harder to fake being pregnant with twins, hence why she decided to officially acknowledge just one of her children. Aemond was still at the court, even though they weren’t close. Why did she choose a girl? Visenya was simply the older one, so she would be the heir to Rhaenyra.

As the Dance of the Dragons begins, Rhaenyra, Daemon and Visenya know who Aemond is. Perhaps that’s why Visenya has always been the kindest “niece”, hmm… if he only knew. Anyway, Aemond has always had a sense of resemblance to his uncle, who he admires and secretly wishes for, to be his father. Daemon knows that when they tell him the truth, Aemond will go mad about how they’ve been lying to him for all these years and that they gave him away in the first place… so he burdens Visenya with a mission to seduce him and kill him instead, as he’s the Greens’ greatest strength. As they begin to fight, throughout the course of war, severe tension arises and natural seduction commences, as the two share an uncanny connection - Visenya considers changing the plan a little bit, despite her father’s warnings. Seduction should come with the truth. She tries to persuade Aemond to switch sides. He’s furious at first, they constantly fight, wanting to kill each other (she needs to take this stance as he wants to kill them all after the big reveal). Eventually, he hesitates what to do in moments of their utmost intimacy, due to the connection he feels with his twin sister. When Aemond becomes Prince Regent, he’s the one who tries to persuade Visenya to switch sides…and become his Queen, in the end. She isn’t willing to betray her loving mother and give in to such dark desires…or is she? Roughly, they are constantly changing their minds, once coming at each other, once being emotionally close. It’s an on and off kind of relationship. Also, I deem Vermithor a suitable dragon for Visenya. It suits the story with Daemon in the caverns - she could go there with him and claim Vermithor herself, as she, similar to Aemond, wasn’t given a dragon egg to her cradle.

It would be all for now! I’m really keen on this whole idea but I’ve never been too much into writing prose. I prefer poetry all the way… but never say never…would anyone read it?

P.S. My playlist (Aemond Targaryen - The Eras Tour) makes even more sense with this whole background. I recommend checking it out xx

- Victoria E. K.

[everythingunderthestarsthings]

When you fall asleep in their room

For characters: Jeremie Belpois, Odd Della Robbia, Ulrich Stern, William Dunbar

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Fighting X.A.N.A. was a job that should come with more coffee, you think as you sway through the halls of the Kadic dormitory.

Classes were over for the day, and so were your detention duties at the library and the garden shed.

The library duty was actually Aelita's, but before Jim could brand her with detention, you had swooped in to take the blame. It had become an unspoken rule amongst the others that Aelita -- baby angel -- shouldn't go through any more than she was already going through, so if she was in trouble for something, they would do anything for her.

Come to think of it, that's how we began, anyway... you think sleepily, rubbing your eyes as you find the room you're looking for. There is never any need to knock -- you just open the door and make a beeline for whatever free space is available.

A voice calls your name just as you plop headfirst onto the mattress.

"I'm crashing here." you announce before making yourself more comfortable and snuggling against the pillow.

You hear a chuckle and a reply.

Jeremie:

"You're as bad as Odd these days."

You're already asleep by then, so Jeremie just smiles to himself and gets back to his work on the antivirus.

However, he cannnot get work done.

Your relationship is fairly new, but the two of you have actually been friends throughout Kadic, but these naps mean something else to him now that you're both romantic partners.

It's not the first time you've crashed in his room unannounced, but that's the thing -- he likes it! He loves that you feel like it's a safe place for you to let your guard down.

You actually sleeping in his room also encourages him to work harder so that he can wow you with his techie prowess by making more progress on something that would help them fight X.A.N.A.

After a few minutes, though, he locks his bedroom door and crawls into bed beside you.

His sleep schedule is whack now, but because of that, he knows when Jim would come on rounds -- in fact, he can tell from five rooms away -- so he wants to nap with you for a while.

Sometimes he just lays with you for a while, listening to your breathing sounds (it calms him) before getting back to work.

Sometimes, he kisses your forehead and naps with you, with your foreheads touching as you lay side by side.

Odd:

"Hold on, sweetie, I'll join you too."

Ulrich: "Again?!"

Odd, and you at the same time: "Piss off, Ulrich."

Ulrich shrugs and either a) goes somewhere else or b) plugs in his earphones and chills there itself.

Odd loves cuddles!

He settles Kiwi down (or has him join too, if you're a dog person) and joins you on the bed.

You hum and nuzzle into the crook of his neck with your arms around his waist.

Odd actually cried out of joy the first time you did this. Ulrich has pictures.

Now he smiles and hugs your waist back, resting his chin on his head and closing his eyes.

Both you and Odd fall asleep within minutes.

If either of you gets warm or your limb falls asleep, you automatically switch positions in your sleep.

Odd can do anything in his sleep. One time, he dog-walked Kiwi while asleep and the gang had no idea what to do with him until Yumi came to the rescue (Hiroki probably had sleepwalking episodes).

Both of you wake up to a) Jeremie alerting them all about X.A.N.A., b) Jim coming on rounds, c) Kiwi jumping on Odd, or d) Ulrich drawing on one of your -- or both -- faces.

Ulrich:

"At this rate, you're practically my roommate, babe."

He crawls into bed with you, with a couple kisses on your face (this is when Odd isn't around or when Odd is napping too). "But I don't mind."

When Odd's there, he's just less cheesy and just climbes onto bed.

Ulrich is either sitting next to you or lying down next to you. He may not feel sleepy when you do sometimes, but he wants to be next to you when you're napping in his room.

Sometimes he finds your hand and plays with your fingers.

Odd: "You've got a real finger thing, Ulrich."

Ulrich: "Shut the hell up, Odd, and if you wake (y/n) up, I will bring hell to you."

When he naps with you, he prefers to be the big spoon and you the little spoon. I feel like Ulrich doesn't necessarily like the feeling of someone breathing on him.

Sometimes he hums to you (Odd can be present for this, he doesn't care).

Sometimes he whispers how much he loves you and how happy and lucky he is to have you (this happens when Odd can't hear him be cheesy).

William:

"Oh, babydoll..."

William loves you coming over like this.

He does not care if he has homework, a call with his parents, or even a goddamn exam -- he will join you.

Unless there's a X.A.N.A. attack, ofc.

He snuggles up next to you and strokes your hair as you slowly fall asleep.

He does not move away from you one bit.

Sometimes he reads poetry or classics to you and you hum back and sleep.

Then William slowly moves your head to his chest (if you didn't already do this when he came to cuddle, that is) and keeps running a finger or two in your hair.

If you're somewhat awake enough, you move up to his face for kisses and he happily obliges.

"I love you,"

"Mm, love you too, baby."

Sometimes, William just stares at the ceiling, his mind wandering as he strokes your hair and cuddles you in your sleep. Sometimes, he joins you.

Jim knows about this because he has caught the two of you on multiple occassions in the same month.

After the fourth time, though, he just gave up and let you two be.

[bizlybebo]

For your final thoughts on PD once you finish, I present to thee:

This ramble ask

How ya feeling?

HOOOOOOOOOOOLY SHITTTTTTTTTTTT ENDYYYYY

ENDYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY IT. I WAS NOTTTT EXPECTING ANYYYY OF THISSSS AAAAAAAAAAJRGBTJKWEFREGTKWEFREGTKRFGNYT

YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT YOU'RE ASKING FOR BY SENDING IN THIS ASK. KJREHKJERHD

this is probably gonna be even longer than my ramble after completing the greyscale series so once again i dont expect you to read all of this but OHHH YM GODDD i need to dump my thoughts somewhere cause HOLY SHITTT

after writing this out i really only managed to touch on the last 2-3 episodes but yk. there are my thoughts on the ending so it makes sense. i dont think we wanna see how big my ramble on the entire fucking series could get

spoilers ahead for anyone else who sees this: literally all of prime defenders s1 and s2

ashe came home.

ashe fucking CAME HOME.

now, i had a feeling since about episode 35 that ashe was certainly coming home, because there was so much buildup, yakko did an ashe cosplay, etc. like it would have been stupid for her not to return at that point. plus i kept seeing people drawing a post-trickster ashe and was like huh.

so essentially, i thought that because i Knew, i wouldn't get blindsided by these final episodes. in fact, knowing almost made it more... bearable? i guess, because i could hold onto the light at the end of the tunnel that ashe was 100% coming home. it almost made me feel the same hope that the group was feeling about ashe, because i had that certainty and faith in the good ending.

and then william wisp fucking died. again.

i was really sleepy when i was listening to that scene but still persisting because my anxiety was slowly increasing as the episode went on, but when the trickster just. plunged his hands through william's chest i was FULLY awake just sitting in absolute shock. i'm not the kind of person to cry huge tears over media (i think the only time i non-happy cried watching riptide was ep 53), but when william died For Real i actually gave a good few sobs. i was no longer sleepy i was just in shock and then in grief.

and i was like. oh shit. maybe there is no good ending.

something like that ENTIRELY blindsided me in such a crazy way that it had me doubting ashe would even come home.

and i kept thinking, hey, no, he's risen before, he'll be okay! but then he went to the fucking spirit realm. he got dispensed there with kumori and began the first day of forever and i was like oh. shit.

william was gone.

and the REACTIONS from dakota and vyncent were both so guttural and real and true to their characters in their own ways. like so good it's nearly painful to think about.

dakota's loud. he's loud and he's rambunctious because he's dakota. he never speaks below a shout.

but when william was torn in half, he wasn't shouting, he was wailing. the absolute shock and denial he was in haunts me dude.

dakota's was begging william not to do this to him. he could forgive william for so much-- for lying to him, for not asking for his help, for fucking killing jade, but he could never forgive william for dying.

dakota's not the kind of kid to ask, y'know? if something doesn't go the way it should to him then he'll fight abrasively and outwardly for what he believes is right, or in the harder cases he'll bite the bullet and take the fall.

but here, he was pleading with william to just. not die.

and i think the final thing that shattered my faith that hey, maybe william wasn't gone was that tide was so accepting of it. he fell to his knees, he grieved and he was torn apart for a second, but then he was back up, holding dakota, going as far as to use a whole turn in initiative to only hug his boy despite the deadly circumstances. despite the world falling apart around them. to loosely quote my other mutual cayden (<333), "at the end of everything hold onto something and dakota had to hold onto tide because it was the end of everything for him" and i think that's just. the only way i can really phrase it. top 10 moments that rewired my brain chemistry

and dont get me started on dakota LITERALLY JUMPING THROUGH HELL FOR EVERYBODY. JUMPING THROUGH HELL, LOOKING THE TRICKSTER IN THE EYES AS HE DID SO. LIKE I'VE SAID THIS BEFORE BUT SOARING THROUGH THE BURNING SKIES OF THE CHAOS REALM? THE REALM THAT CORRUPTS AND WARPS EVEN THE STRONGEST DEMONS? AND STILL COMING OUT ON THE OTHER SIDE BECAUSE YOU'RE DAKOTA MOTHERFUCKING COLE AND YOU SIMPLY REFUSE TO SUCCUMB?? FUCKING INSANEEE.

and. fucking. fuck.

vyncent. MOTHERFUCKING. sol.

when i fucking catch condifiction.

vyncent sol is such an interesting fucking character. most of the time i'm like "there is something deeply wrong with him <3" in an endearing sense because yknow. he's a little strange. he's not from around here.

but oh my god.

vyncent sol, THE character development guy ever.

he starts off season 1 violent, unable to control his powers. he's violent, and he's scared, and he's homesick, and he's like a skittish dog who bites when it gets nervous because he doesn't know what the fuck he's doing here.

but he changes. he grows.

he gets his closure with fauna, yeah, but then he finds a new home. he finds himself in a flying car, chasing after the fucking lich, watching william and dakota fighting in the front seat like a married couple, and he just thinks yeah. this is home.

and he doesn't quite unlearn his violence or his vengeance but they do certainly shift gears (also tidbit-- the 'fatal flaw' of justice is vengeance which is part of why i chose him for that human soul in the undertale shit i was telling you about :D).

his character is about balance. he has to learn not to be reckless and violent like in season 1, while also not apathetic and taking inaction like he did in s2 episodes 31 and 32.

at the end of everything, he protects william with his life, ready to interpose any attack. he thinks that he can do right by somebody this time, act now so that there aren't any consequences later (y'know, like he never did with jade, or ashe, or the lich).

but william. still. dies.

the sheer anger that vyncent felt in that moment was overshadowed so strongly by his grief, but it was still there. i can't even put it into words without going on a whole nother tangent but oh my fucking god. dude. vyncent sol has irreparably rewired my brain he is all i'm gonna think about.

prime defenders honestly is just THE character development show in general. i haven't even touched on william's development, on how he put faith in his friends over mal even if he knew it was going to make things much harder because he trusted dakota and vyncent so much. on how he literally got killed, repeatedly, over and over, in the spirit realm for 12 hours straight. on how he dirtied his hands during the greyscale arc out of fear.

on how he finally. stopped. running. stopped trying to escape who he was. but still won't come out of the closet

and god this is a looooong fucking ramble and i haven't even said much yet, this is only me screaming about the last two episodes really, but so much has happened in them that i just AUUUUGUGHGGHGHJKTEHRKJ

and. holy fucking shit.

JADE??? MAY STILL BE ALIVE??? D OYOU UNDERSTAND HOW FUCKING FERAL IM GOING OVER THIS JADE CANTRIP VENGEANCE ARC. I NEEEEEED XAVIERRRR TO SEE HER AGAINNNN JADE AND XAVIER'S FRIENDSHIP MEANS SO FUCKING MUCHHH TO MEEEEE

AND ATLAS? BRO POOR FUCKING ATLAS. he really could not catch a fucking break for the ENTIRE series. when bizly started describing the 'odd fizzling' i was like 'man this guy is just going THROUGH it with his career i feel kinda bad for him' and then.

he was dead.

i think grizzly said it best, how bizly has to 'keep reminding us that prime defenders is r-rated' cause yk. the sudden violence/gore. it was so impactful you were so right when you were talking about tonal whiplash because holy SHIT.

like we were just in mario kart hell chasing after le frog who stole pizza he couldnt even eat cause he was vegetarian. and then atlas' throat was slit and he was marked with an x. (x as in xavier's vigilante persona????????RTEHRTTT$YRJHTTETR)

im just AUGUGHGHGH so FUCKING UNWELLLL OVER THIS ENTIRE SERIES. I'M SO STOKED FOR WONDERLUST BUT ALSO THAT MEANS PRIME DEFENDERS PROBABLY WON'T RETURN UNTIL THE END OF THE YEAR OR EVEN LATER.

i need a prime defenders christmas episode. dearly.

the bright side of this is that now i can write a shit ton of fic + inhale every single fic under the prime defenders tag on ao3.

but GODDD this is the most gutwrenching piece of media ever. i've never had such a strong hyperfixation since 2020 because the world is just so good. every single character and npc means the world to me. even summer and doug are constant subjects of my brainrot. even fucking lightspeed and harlem and aughughugnjtr.

thank you for the ask endy lmao im FUCKING CLAWING AT THE WALLS OVER THIS SHOW. AIUKGHEJHW

JADE CANTRIP REVENGE ARC PLSPSLPLSPLSPLSPLSPLS. I NEED HER TO COME BACK AND I NEED HER TO COME BACK WRONG AND I NEED XAVIER TO BE TERRIFIED OF HIS BEST FRIEND EVEN THOUGH IT'LL EMOTIONALLY DESTROY ME AKTJHETRKJTRWKERE

okay that's. all i can say for now

[whumperofworlds]

Whumptober Day 1: Fingers

Now on AO3!

Fandom: Fire Emblem: Three Houses

A/N: WHUMPTOBER BEGINS! I'm super excited to share these with y'all!!! It's my first time doing Whumptober so I'm excited to do this! All prompts will be either OC related or fandom related, and they will all be posted on AO3, so stay tuned for more!

I don't own anyone in Fire Emblem: Three Houses.

Content: poisoned, stabbed with an arrow, mentions of emeto, blood.

ENJOY!

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@whumptober Day 1: Safety Net | Swooning | "How many fingers am I holding up?"

Hubert didn't think anything was wrong after the battle. Things were going well against the Slitherers—Byleth's plan had gone well, and everyone was alive and safe.

Hubert met up with the rest of the Black Eagle Strike Force, before he started a head count. Lady Edelgard was there, along with her wife, Byleth. So was Bernadetta and Yuri. Even Caspar was here (though Linhardt had something to do with him being here instead of running off).

Everyone was here.

Except for…

"Ferdinand isn't here," Hubert pointed out, his heart nearly stopping as dread hit him. Where was Ferdinand? Was he alive? No. The last time he saw him, he was fighting against Thales. He seemed like he was handling himself well. Unless…

The mere idea of Ferdinand being captured or worse, killed, frightened Hubert more than he would like to admit. They were courting for just a few short months, and both of them promised that they would live for the other's sake before they officially marry. Ferdinand never broke promises he kept.

Edelgard gritted her teeth, glancing towards her wife, who's eyes were filled with concern. Byleth immediately spoke up, "Then we must split up and look for him. He should not have gone far."

Hubert merely nodded, before he teleported away to the last place he saw Ferdinand. Once he arrived, he saw the body of Thales lying on the ground, blood pooling around him… but no Ferdinand in sight.

Where was he?

"Ferdinand?" Hubert called, glancing around. Shambhala was quite a large area, but Hubert knew that Ferdinand didn't go very far, with Thales now dead. He had to be nearby.

"Ferdinand!" Hubert called again, his heart pounding. Did one of the Slitherers get his lover? No. Ferdinand was strong enough to handle them. He wouldn't go down that easily. …Right?

"Ferdie!" Hubert screamed, desperation in his voice now. Surely him calling Ferdinand by his pet name would catch the ginger's attention.

Silence. But he heard a moan from somewhere.

"H-Hubie…?" Ferdinand's voice was weak, scaring the raven haired man more than needed. What happened to Ferdinand?

Hubert glanced around, looking for any sign of his beloved. "Ferdie! Where are you?!" He cried, his heart pounding so hard he swore he would have a heart attack.

Clang

Hubert jumped at the sound from behind him, before he turned. A lance—Ferdinand's lance—laid on the floor, and Hubert could see the bloody fingerprints on the handle.

Hubert rushed up to the lance, glancing over it for a moment before turning his head to the left. In between two buildings was a flash of long orange hair, blood pooling around the body. Sticking out of the body's shoulder was an arrow radiating a purple glow.

Hubert gasped. It was Ferdinand. And he was hit with a poison arrow.

"Ferdie!" Hubert cried, forgetting the lance as he rushed towards his fallen love. He knelt down to Ferdinand when he was close enough, before cradling his broken body in his arms. He was careful not to tousle his wounded shoulder, as he looked over the ginger's pale face.

"H-Hubie…" Ferdinand whispered, his voice cracking due to the sheer pain he was feeling. He breathed heavily, trying to fight to stay awake.

"Ferdie, dammit," Hubert cursed, helping Ferdinand's head so it would lay on the mage's lap. He brushed away orange, sweat stained hair from Ferdinand's face as he tried to keep his own breathing under control. He shouldn't be panicking now. He had to get Ferdinand help, and fast.

He lit up a Fire spell, before he threw it up in the air. The spell exploded once it hit its furthest point, the embers flying everywhere. Surely, one of the Black Eagle Strike Force members would see it and rush to their aid.

"H-Hubie…" Ferdinand gasped, tears now pricking at the corners of his eyes. Hubert gritted his teeth—seeing his beloved in that much pain broke his heart in many pieces.

"Shh," Hubert whispered. "Don't talk, Ferdie. We'll get you help."

Seeing Ferdinand's heavy breathing and his struggle to stay awake made Hubert worry the more time passed. Where was Edelgard? Byleth? With so many members of the Black Eagle Strike Force, someone had to see the signal by now.

"Ferdie," Hubert spoke, his voice firm. He moved slightly so he could hold one hand up for Ferdinand to see. Hubert held up three fingers, before he asked him, "Ferdie, how many fingers am I holding up?"

Ferdinand looked at his hand, squinting at it. Hubert gritted his teeth. Not a good sign at all.

"F-four?" Ferdinand guessed. "I-I cannot tell."

DAMMIT.

Hubert knew that Ferdinand was at the late stages of the poison. He needed to get him help, and soon.

"Hubert!" Hubert recognized the feminine voice of Edelgard a few feet away. "Did you find Ferdinand?!"

Hubert breathed a sigh of relief. Finally. Help had arrived.

"Yes!" Hubert called. "But he's been poisoned! Do you have Linhardt or Manuela with you?!"

"Both of them are here with us," Edelgard answered, her voice closer now. "Hold on! We're coming!"

Hubert merely nodded, taking Ferdinand's hand. He glanced down at his beloved, frowning as he squeezed the ginger's hand slightly.

"H-Hubie…" Ferdinand croaked, tears now falling down his face. "I-it hurts…"

"I know, love," Hubert soothed, "just keep your eyes open for me."

"S-s-so tired…" Ferdinand whimpered, hiccuping as he tried to hold in a sob.

"Ferdie, look at me," Hubert spoke in a firm tone. Ferdinand slowly glanced up at his love to meet his eyes, though Hubert could tell he was struggling. "I need you to stay awake, okay? Linhardt and Manuela are coming."

"I-I-I…" Ferdinand whimpered. "I'm trying…"

His voice was growing soft, and Hubert gulped as his heart pounded in his chest. Ferdinand didn't have much time left—each minute that passed, Ferdinand grew weaker. Where were Linhardt and Manuela? Dammit, where were they?! They should be here by now! How much longer—

"There they are!" Linhardt's voice broke Hubert's panicking thoughts. Hubert could hear footsteps approaching before Manuela and Linhardt appeared. When Linhardt saw how much blood Ferdinand had lost, and how some of it was discolored, he nearly fainted on the spot. Manuela glanced at him, her eyes indicating that Ferdinand needed help now. Linhardt, understanding the look, nodded weakly before he and Manuela rushed forward to the duo. Manuela helped Hubert pick up Ferdinand, carefully pulling out the arrow. Ferdinand hissed as the arrow was fully out of his shoulder, and blood sputtered from the wound. The blood looked more purple than red, which Hubert gritted his teeth in disgust. He had made poisons to kill people, yes, but he had never seen the poison get to this stage.

As soon as the arrow was pulled out, Linhardt took that moment to cast a healing spell to heal the wound. He looked away, nearly gagging at the look of the blood as he did so. Once the wound was nearly closed up, Manuela wrapped a small white cloth around Ferdinand's shoulder, and she could see the blood seeping from the wound. She helped Hubert bring Ferdinand back to the group, who all looked on in worry.

"Ferdinand…" Edelgard gasped, a hand over her mouth.

"He'll be just fine," Manuela reassured, "his body needs to get rid of the poison before he can heal properly. For now, we need to go back to the monastery."

Hubert sighed in relief. Finally, Ferdinand was going to get the help he desperately needed. He looked down at his love, seeing that he was unconscious. But his face was starting to gain a little more color. That was a good sign, at least…

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Three days. It was an agonizing three days for Hubert. He knew that Ferdinand would survive the poison, but he couldn't help but worry over him.

He sighed, trying to look over the paperwork he was working on to no avail. Whenever he tried to focus, his thoughts returned to Ferdinand. He knew that Manuela and Linhardt could take care of him, but Hubert's intrusive thoughts kept coming back. What if Ferdinand had complications and died? He couldn't live without his beloved, especially since this whole thing was entirely his fault.

"Promise me you'll stay alive so we can marry, Ferdie."

"As long as you do the same, Hubie."

He remembered that promise oh so clearly. Ferdinand never broke promises; surely he would keep fighting for their sakes… right?

A knock on the door interrupted his thoughts. He shook his head to get rid of his thoughts before he turned his head to the door.

"Who is it?" He called.

"It's me, Manuela," the feminine voice called. "May I come in, Hubert?"

Manuela. That meant that something had happened to Ferdinand. Hubert gulped down the lump in his throat that kept coming back. Did that mean that Ferdinand was…

"Come in," Hubert spoke, waving a hand at no one in particular.

Manuela entered then, her hair messy and her clothes disheveled—apparently, she was working herself to the bone trying to keep Ferdinand alive. She sighed, wiping off the sweat from her brow before smiling.

"He'll live," she spoke.

Hubert's heart skipped a beat. Ferdinand was going to live? He had never thanked Sothis for miracles, but this time, he quietly did so. Ferdinand was going to live. He would be okay.

"He needs more time to rest," Manuela said, "his body is currently flushing out the poison in his system, but he will be fine."

Hubert merely nodded, a small smile cracking on his face. Oh, thank Sothis.

"...Can I see him?" Hubert asked, his mind begging, hoping, that she would say yes.

She nodded, to which Hubert mentally sighed in relief. "Just note that he's still out of it."

"Thank you," Hubert only said, before he rushed out to the infirmary. He had to see Ferdinand now—paperwork be damned.

_____

Upon seeing Ferdinand's pale face, Hubert's heart nearly stopped. He looked so deathly ill, and yet he was still smiling in his sleep. How in the world can this man deal with such pain and still smile? Hubert had to admit he was quite strong for that.

"Ferdie?" He asked, an intense frown on his face.

Ferdinand startled from his slumber, his head turning to face his lover. He smiled, but Hubert could tell it was strained. His eyes were half-lidded; tired as expected. "Hubie…" Ferdinand whispered. "You came to see me."

Manuela wasn't kidding that he looked out of it…

"Yes, of course," Hubert replied with a nod. "How… are you feeling, Ferdie?"

"Sick," Ferdinand chuckled, but stopped when a coughing fit began. He was even gagging; Hubert guessed that he had been vomiting up the poison, judging by the bucket near his cot. "But Manuela and Linhardt said that I'll be up and about in a few days. So don't worry about me, love."

"Ferdie…" Hubert sighed, guilt hitting him. While he was glad that Ferdinand had survived the entire ordeal, his guilt remained. If only he came with Ferdinand to fight Thales; he would have protected him from the poison arrow. Ferdinand wouldn't have nearly died.

"Don't blame yourself, dear," Ferdinand's voice broke his train of thought.

Hubert shook his head to get rid of his thoughts. "Wh-what?"

"I know what you're thinking," Ferdinand said. "You think it was your fault. It's not, Hubie, I promise."

"Still…" Hubert trailed off for a moment. "I should have come with and protected you. Then you—"

"None of that, Hubert," Ferdinand gently scolded, his voice firm. "If anything, it was Thales and the Slitherers who caused this, not you. They're gone now, so there's no need to worry about them. So no more blaming yourself, okay? I hate to see you beat yourself up over something not under your control."

Hubert sighed, closing his eyes for a moment. Yes… Ferdinand was likely right. "...All right. As long as you're still with us—with me, I'll stop."

"Good!" Ferdinand chuckled, his smile growing wider.

Hubert sat with Ferdinand for a few minutes, occasionally placing a hand on the ginger's forehead while talking nonsensical things.

"Is there something you need, Ferdinand?" Hubert asked.

"You being here is enough for me." Ferdinand replied with the same smile Hubert loved so much.

[carbomcoco]

I feel like we gotta start demanding people's information sources more. Unless they're the primary source of the information (like, they're sharing about something they directly experienced), they got the information from somewhere. And if I can't track down what that is, that's immediately a red flag for me. And most of the time it's just annoying little things, like people making up fake origin stories for song lyrics, but sometimes it's big things!

You may have seen a viral tweet claiming that the leader of France said that France has never invaded anyone:

The attached image is just a picture. It's not a video of him saying this. So where did the user get this information? There's basically three options:

1) They were actually there when he said this.

2) They got the information from another source. (Hopefully a credible one, like someone who was actually definitely there when he said this, or a press release or post from Macron's team.)

3) They made it up.

It's probably not #1. This seems to be a random person. It's unlikely that they talk to the President of France very often. They don't seem to be a reporter, and if they were, there would probably be a proper record of that interaction.

It could be #2. But if you do a Google search (or whatever your preferred search provider is), there's no record of him saying this anywhere beyond just this one tweet (which, again, provides no proof that this happened as the attached media is just a photo). But if this is true, they had to get the info from somewhere. So either this random internet stranger has access to information sources that are inaccessible to the general public (i.e. you and me) or...

They probably just straight up made it up. Shocker. And like yeah, it's great that we have "community notes" now on Twitter, but we shouldn't rely fully on them instead of doing our own research. Remember, we're more susceptible to misinformation that makes us scared or mad (Source: American Psychological Society). So if you think "holy shit, that's so bad, I can't believe that", probably a good sign that you should double-check that it's actually true. Yeah, the world sucks, it's gonna be true a lot, but you know what I mean. Make sure we're mad about stuff that actually happened.

And on that note, I think a lot of the misinfo that spreads around here just comes from people saying stuff with their full chest even though it's only a guess or they're just straight up wrong. But even if we're not lying on purpose, it still causes problems! A while back, my favorite guitarist got kicked out of his band and didn't say anything. But noticing his absence when the tour started, fans invented a narrative that he'd temporarily left to help another band and he would be back halfway through the tour, despite neither him nor the band indicating anything of the sort. Clearing all that up wasn't fun for anyone.

I've also seen lots of people claiming that "blood is thicker than water" is actually short for "the blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb". There's literally no indication that this is true. The shorter one has been traced back to the 12th century, and the two books (both published after 1990, hundreds of years later) that claim the longer one is true do not cite their sources. (But also, like, it's just a proverb. It's not a law of the universe. If you disagree with it, you don't have to act like it has a secret historical meaning that a conspiracy theory has covered up. You can just be like "nah". You're allowed to disagree with the 12th century dude. It doesn't mean everyone in the world is misremembering it.)

I've even seen posts inciting outrage about a user getting banned, only to look the user up to find that their account is still there and they have no idea what people are talking about.

Anyway. Point is, we can also stop the spread of misinformation by just not making it in the first place. If you don't have proof that something is true, don't act like it is. If someone else makes a post claiming something they couldn't possibly have insider knowledge of and you don't know where they heard it, dig. If you can't figure out where the info's actually from, and they won't say, red flag.

[lestvt]

"Night Island Sacrament" >> Ch. 11 *TEASER*

AN: i've been sitting on a half-written chapter 11 for a while now, and its literally over 15,000 words. so, since i still have little to no time/motivation to write, and because it's been over a year since chapter 10 was posted, i've been debating with myself about putting out a teaser over the last few months... ultimately, the only reason i didn't post one sooner was because as an author it felt wrong for me to share any part of the ending before it was actually finished in my eyes. but its been so long now that i decided to just say fuck it and put my arbitrary preferences aside... y'all have earned this lol hope you enjoy!~ xoxo

Excerpt from Ch. 11: "Rinse, Repeat"

“Do you remember the first time I saw someone shoot you?”   

Lestat halted in his search for a victim to look at me. “Of course,” he said, sounding just a bit cautious of his answer.

“He was a soldier,” I recalled. “You chose him because you liked his cleanliness and the way his uniform was fitted to his shoulders. I hung back when you approached him; I’d warned you that it was a bad idea, and I was right. He must’ve been the superstitious type, because as soon as he turned and saw the hunger in your eyes, he shot you square in the chest. It came out the other side.”  

“You tell the story like I wasn’t there.” Lestat couldn’t hold back his self-satisfied smirk. “I barely flinched.” 

“But you did, and I shouted your name without thinking. It drew the man’s attention to me. He opened his mouth as though to speak, but then you threw yourself at him, and he cursed at you instead.”   

“He had no flavor,” quipped Lestat. “And he ruined my favorite coat. Such a waste. I made sure his death was painful.”   

“Yes, that’s exactly what you said when it was over. There was a gaping, gory hole in your chest, and you were ranting about how you would explain it to the tailor, as if you’d done something terribly embarrassing rather than a cold-hearted murder.”      

A laugh. “What made you think of that?” he wondered, expression trapped somewhere between amused and uncertain. Then, as an afterthought, “You could hardly bear to look at me for the rest of the night.”     

“I was trying not to think about the wound.” What I didn’t mention was that when he turned his back, I was unable to tear my eyes away from where it had exited his body. 

“So sensitive... Were you worried?” he teased. 

I shook my head. “I knew it would heal through the day. Still, it seemed so… wrong. The human in me was screaming that it was unnatural, that you should be lying down dead. When we returned home, Claudia took one look at my face and broke out in hysterics.”    

Lestat hummed thoughtfully and peered into the distance ahead of us for a while.

“Well, you’re wrong about one thing,” he muttered, uncharacteristically subdued. 

“What's that?” 

“I didn’t flinch because of the bullet. It was hardly the first time I’d been shot.” He paused, exhaling through his nose. “I flinched because you cried out for me.”  

I stared at him, unable to find the words to respond. 

We continued to walk like that for some time, quiet, not necessarily uncomfortably so, but not easy either. 

Eventually we wound up by the pier; it was a week night and late enough now that most sensible people were at home in bed. A few harrowed souls remained however, inhabiting the man-made island as though it was their natural habitat. I suppose it was in a way.       

Lestat took an abnormally long time to choose our victims that night. More than once he seemed to have made up his mind on some handsome older man or rich mistress, but right when I expected him to make his move, his gaze would shift away, as if he couldn’t bring himself to do it. Until at last we came upon a young man smoking outside a bar, completely average in appearance and dress. For him, Lestat did not hesitate.    

The alleyway we took him to would not have been my first choice, but along with my sense of shame, it vanished around me as soon as my fangs were in his artery. Distantly I was aware of Lestat caressing my hair and whispering to me in a low tone, but I could not focus for long on anything other than the pure contentment of blood searing its way down my throat and a great sense of relief. 

At some point the whispering stopped, and as I pulled back slightly I realized Lestat had begun to drink alongside me, practically cheek to cheek. His proximity only served to enhance the sensation.  

We shared three lives that way, all unremarkable, unmemorable, except for in what they provided for us. Eventually, in the middle of taking our third victim’s life, it dawned on me that Lestat was choosing them precisely for their blandness, so that their true use as catalysts was ever more apparent in contrast. And as that final life drained away beneath my tongue, I found I was not wrought with guilt, but with a burning sort of gratitude.  

Only when he released me did I realize Lestat had been gripping my arm, fingers so tight they might’ve bruised me, had I been mortal. As it were, it served as an anchor. When he pulled away and I watched him dispose of the evidence of our assault, the truth of it fully struck me. It seemed as though if he did not come back soon, I would float away. 

But I didn’t. I remained where I was, with my feet planted firmly on the wet, gritty concrete. 

Then at last he returned to me and, hand-in-hand, we began in the direction of home. The walk was silent, same as before, but as soon as we made it to the beach, Lestat wrapped his arms around me and took to the sky once more. I held onto him just as tightly as he'd held me, both from fear and desperation, neither of which were related to height.  

We landed on the roof of the coven apartment all too soon after, using the access door there to descend the sterile white and gray stairs to the floor which held our separate rooms. As we approached mine, Lestat swung the door aside using only his mind. At the same time he maneuvered me with his hands to face him. 

I gave him a curious look. 

He leered back. “Do you have something you want to say?” When I didn’t immediately respond, he pressed on. “That’s your problem, Louis,” he scolded, though it came out as a joke. “You have all the right questions, but none of the confidence to ask them.” 

“Or none of the confidence to ask you,” I countered. 

Lestat simply chuckled at this. He leaned in and kissed my cheeks, then my nose and forehead, and finally he gave me a gentle shove into my apartment. I scowled at him, but allowed it nonetheless, still too wary to speak against him. 

“Be good.”  

So he ordered, but as the door clicked shut and locked at his will, something dark and lacquered in guilt bubbled up inside of me: thick, pulsating, pungent disappointment. Just as quickly I wanted to swing it back aside, to throw myself into the hall, screaming. Instead I simply walked to my room and laid down in my bed, certain he’d done this to me on purpose.

With Lestat just next door, I suddenly longed for my hideaway more than ever. Beneath the blanket, I felt uniquely cold, bereft. Even with the heavy curtains still drawn from days before, I was exposed.

To put it bluntly, I felt rejected.

He was right there. And he wanted me, clearly, but for some reason he didn’t want me. And none of it made sense. Had I done something wrong? I was as compliant as I’d ever been tonight. So, why wasn’t he taking what we both so obviously craved? Surely he didn’t expect me to initiate.

But he was waiting for something, that much was frustratingly clear. Otherwise the day would not have come for me so soon…

[la-principessa-nuova]

I keep writing long posts about my struggles deciding how/when to schedule my HRT appointment, deciding that they’re TMI and saving them as drafts, then trying again to say it shorter and failing.

But basically my options are:

Schedule a physical in late August (or early September with a doctor with “LGBTQ+ training”), ask for a referral to an endocrinologist, go from there

Overcome some executive function challenges to talk to someone there and find out if I can get a sooner appointment given I want to bring this up, or if maybe I can get a referral to endocrinology without an appointment somehow.

Fuck all that BS and get an appointment at Planned Parenthood tomorrow, but my parents will probably find out I had some sort of doctor’s appointment and ask about it.

Schedule an appointment at PP the week after next and be able to talk with my therapist about it first, knowing I can cancel if I decide to go the traditional route, but my parents will know I went somewhere and ask about it.

And keep in mind that for some reason I’m incapable of lying to my parents and so if they ask, I will either need to say something that is at least technically true and hope I can be convincing of it and that they don’t pry further, or else I will probably just shut down and not respond. Otherwise this would be a very easy decision.

This is one of those cases where being neurodivergent makes me feel so pathetic because I am in a situation that most trans people would kill for, to have multiple options for legally getting HRT that both use informed consent and can be obtained within a few months, one of them within a couple days, and the only thing standing between me and that is tasks that most people consider incredibly basic and easy.

And this is why anyone who says that putting a label on neurodivergence isn’t helpful has no idea what they’re talking about. Knowing that these are normal struggles for people with Autism and ADHD makes it so much easier to get through these feelings. Like right now I am pacing around on my lunch break, venting about this on Tumblr, feeling a little teary-eyed to share this, but overall mostly just hungry and tired as per usual.

But if I still didn’t know, like I didn’t a couple years ago, I would be lying face-down on my bed, crying right now, feeling that deep, painful, sinking feeling in my chest.

Right now, I am working up the nerve to push through and do the things I’m struggling to execute on because I know they’re important, and I know that sometimes I just have to do that and it’s worth the effort. Back then, I would be so sad about the fact that I am the only person who can’t handle these basic tasks that they would become even harder and I would be in no position to do them.

Anyway, all this to say, while I’m mostly just venting, if anyone has any advice in terms of which of the 4 options above I should go with, feel free to share.

[creativia10]

Here’s a TOH fanfic request just before Christmas! Post finale; Upon finding out that this is the first Christmas without Flapjack for Hunter, Waffle goes to the Human Realm to get a present for him. Unfortunately, he’s kidnapped by Jacob Hopkins, prompting the rest of the Palismans (Stringbean, Ghost, etc.) to save him. The plot is similar to Madagascar Penguins in a Christmas Caper if you’re curious.

When Palisman try Christmas

Warnings: captivity

Pairing: implied Hunter/Willow, none, gen all

Waffles was watching her person. Something seemed off. He was lying in his bed and staring at something. Curious, she flew over to him and nudged him with her beak. Hunter smiled briefly at that and then gave her a little pet, which she immediately pushed into.

“Hey Waffles…” His voice trailed off though, not really looking at her. She tilted her head and then looked to where his gaze was.

Hunter was looking at his red bird tattoo. The one that honored her late brother. She tweeted and made her way over to perch next to it. Then she tilted her head at him. She knew he got sad about Flapjack sometimes.

Hunter sighed.

“…Christmas is gonna be strange without him here,” Hunter said.

Waffles cooed and nuzzled against Hunter, wishing she could make her human feel better. Hunter gave her another brief smile as he pet her again.

“Don’t worry…I was going to have to deal with this at one point. I think I’m just gonna lay here for a bit though,” Hunter said.

Waffles wilted a bit but continued to cuddle up against him for a bit. Hunter gradually paid less attention to her until he was just staring sadly at the tattoo again.

There had to be something she could do to help. But what? She hopped around in place for a bit to get an idea. Then she jumped up and flapped her wings to fly around the house. She saw some decorations around the house. They reminded her of what specifically had brought on this bout of sadness. Christmas. Maybe she could give him something to make the holiday better? She nodded to herself. She would get him a Christmas present!

She left for the Owl house. Her other palisman friends tended to hang out there as their people often came over to the house as well. Hooty doesn’t even ask for a password upon seeing her, just opened up to let her in.

The witches, young witches, and human were all there. Waffles goes straight for her palisman friends. They were hanging around behind their people. Waffles is quick to affectionately nuzzle against clover. The bee palisman is her best friend because of how often their witches spent time together. Waffles tweeted and told them all what she wanted to do.

Stringbean may have a better idea for how to do this, as gift giving was a more common thing in the huma realm.

Stringbean tilted her head as Waffles shared her idea, and then hissed her approval. She suggested finding something in the human realm that will stand out. Stringbean told Waffles where she can find the Noceda home from the human side of the portal door. Apparently it was a good place to start from to find her way around. And have somewhere safe to go if she ran into any trouble.

Ghost, while wanting to be supportive, is the only one who seemed cautious about the idea. She had suggested that Waffles should get help and try to find something around their own realm.

Waffles hopped up and flew a bit in place at that. Everyone was always busy around here. And she wanted to do this special thing for her person on her own. She could handle herself.

Ghost looked concerned.

It’s not long after that that the other palisman are called to aid their witches and human though. Waffles slipped out of the room before any of the people could notice that she had left Hunter’s side.

Waffles went for the portal to the human realm and slip in.

It was strange being so far from her person like this. She was glad she was doing this for him, but she would be relieved when she could return though. Like Stringbean suggested, Waffles started at the Noceda house. She flew in behind Camila as the human mother entered her home. Waffles could tell Hunter used to be in this house. She hopped and flew around. She even found pictures of him. He was with the other little people who her palisman friends were companions to.

One picture where the hex squad was dressed up in costumes gave Waffles an idea though. She could find something themed like his former Halloween costume! She hadn’t really considered how she’d wrap a gift on her own yet, but she’d figure that out later.

She went to Camila’s attic and looked around for what she could bring back for Hunter. It would be easier if she could talk with Mrs. Noceda. But Stringbean and the others had insisted the human mother was really nice. So hopefully she’d understand wanting to bring Hunter a Christmas gift.

Waffles looked around. All she saw was more costume stuff and a book. Maybe he’d like reading it?

She picked it up with her beak and flew back down from the attic. Before she could leave though, she saw a book with a similar looking cover to the one Waffles had. Standing next to the counter it was on though, was Camila Noceda. She was standing there with her arms crossed and a small smile on her face.

Waffles startled upon seeing her and dropped the book that was hanging from her beak. Camila winced and went over to pick up the dropped book. Waffles tweeted remorsefully.

Camila sighed.

“It’s okay,” She said. She stood up with it and set it on the counter next to the newer looking one.

“I saw you fly in, and guessed you might be Hunter’s newer palisman. Since I’d heard they were another bird. Hunter has already read the book you grabbed. But, this is a new sequel I only recently heard about. If you want to give it to him,” Camila said.

Waffles flew over to land on the newer book and tilted her head at Camila. Camila smiled.

“I care about Hunter, too. He’s like a son to me. I have another copy of this for myself, and I have something else in mind I can give him for Christmas. Go ahead, I’m sure he’ll love it,” Camila said gently.

Waffles chirped. She flew over to nuzzle her beak affectionately against Camila. The human mom giggled in response. Then Waffles picked up the book in a similar way she had with the first one.

“Oh, would it be easier to carry it in a bag?” Camila asked.

Waffles just kept going for the way she entered the Noceda house. She was unable to show her stubbornness in any other way,  Waffles stayed flying in front of the door for a moment. She had forgotten someone else had opened it before she could enter. Waffles turned in place to face Camilla and then turned back to the door as a silent question.

 Camila chuckled at that.

“Alright then.” Camila opened the door for Waffles.

“Merry Christmas!” Camilla called.

Waffles didn’t make it very far outside though. As she turned, out of sight from Camila, towards the portal, She passed over a red laser light. Then there was a mechanical sound before a cage swung over and tried to capture her. It bumped into the book though. This slowed the mechanism. But as the book dropped, the opening to the cage scooped over Waffles and she ended up getting locked in.

“Aha!” A man exclaimed. He came out of the bushes looking very messy, like he’d been hiding there for a while. He wore square glasses.

“I knew I’d find something if I stuck around the Noceda house- are you just a bird?” The man said. He frowned when he came closer and got a better look at Waffles. Waffles shivered and backed away from the man as far as she can while stuck in the cage.

 She happened to trip backwards though, as the cage was still unsteady from swinging on a tree.

The man paused for a moment and leaned into the cage more.

“…what is that on your foot?” The man asked. Waffles tweeted in panic and shuffled around to right herself up. Then she curled up on the other side of the cage and hid in her own wings.

“I knew it. You’re a demon bird!” The man shouted as he pointed a finger at Waffles.

“You must be one of those evil creatures that assist the twisted witches,” He continued.

“Oh this is perfect! I can dissect you for my mewtube channel! You certainly seem easier to hold down. No one will be able to keep down the great Jacob Hopkins after this!” The man said. And with that, he unhooked the cage from the trap and walked off with the trapped bird palisman. Waffles tweeted in fear as she went. She was so scared.

*

Now, Clover hadn’t doubted her friend could get the present in the human realm. But she was a natural protector of those she cared about, just like her witch was. So, at seeing Ghost’s concern, Clover decided she wanted to keep an eye on Waffles to make sure her friend did alright.

Clover told Willow what she wanted to do. Willow had been in the middle of getting ready for Christmas stuff with the others in the Owl House. Clover didn’t want to pull Willow away from that. Willow seemed fine with it, but warned her to be careful. Which Clover was sure to be. So she had been following Waffles from a distance. She knew how stubborn her friend was to do this on her own for her person.

Clover had watched through the window as Waffles interacted with Camila Noceda. She hadn’t seen the trap coming, but she managed to quickly hide as it sprung. She watched from her spot as a man ranted about what he would do with poor Waffles before he took off with the cage.

Oh no! They had to rescue her.

Clover flew as fast as she could back to the human portal and to her other palisman friends to get help. She quickly told them what she saw. The other palisman are of course terrified for their friend. They immediately decide to go help her.

Stringbean left first, leaving behind her human Luz who simply looked confused. The palisman were too panicked to consider pausing, so they all went for the human portal right away. Much to the surprise of their people.

This group was Clover, Stringbean, Ghost, Owlbert, and Emmiline.

Jacob Hopkins had somehow found a way to sneak back into his secret area from when he worked at the museum. It was where all his conspiracy stuff was after all. He paced and rubbed his hands as he laughed maniacally to himself. Glad he could finally get his break. Waffles still cried quietly and curled up in the back of her cage, shivering from fear. She didn’t know what to do now. She hadn’t thought ahead of how to handle it if something went wrong. Her only thought was to try and make a break for it when he opened the cage. It was still scary waiting in the meantime though.

Since none of the palisman had to deal with Jacob Hopkins before, it was a bit hard for them to find where he would be. The other palisman followed Clover to the part of the woods where she had seen the man trap Waffles. The book that Waffles had been carrying was still on the ground under where the cage had been. Stringbean transformed into a dog and sniffed the book so she could get waffles scent. Ghost first picked up the book and brought it to the Noceda house. Figuring it was important and not wanting anything to happen to it. She knew she’d be able to pick up the scent on her own as a cat palisman. Then she rejoined the others with following where the man had taken Waffles.

The palismans’ first obstacle was the door to the museum. There didn’t seem to be a lot of people visiting the museum anymore. Especially at night. The palisman stacked on top of each other so they could work together and try to push the door open. It wouldn’t budge. Apparently the door was locked.

Stringbean hissed and rattled her tail as she tried to think of another way to get in. After a moment she moved her sharpened tail into the keyhole. Stringbean moved her tail point around in the keyhole until she heard the click. Then they all pushed on the door again and hurried inside.

Stringbean (with her dog head) and Ghost lead the way still following Waffle’s scent until they got to the right door. The group chattered for a bit and then nodded to each other for their quick plan.

Ghost meowed loudly outside the door.

Jacob Hopkins paused his excited pacing.

“What in the world?”

He turned and went over to the door. He opened the door and looked down at Ghost, the white cat standing there and meowing at him. He stood there and just stared at her for a moment.

As soon as he had opened the door, Owlbert, with stringbean wrapped around him, and Clover flew inside. Emmiline having turned invisible snuck in as well. Clover immediately flew behind Jacob Hopkins and grabbed the keys on the man’s belt while the other was distracted.

“How on earth did you get in here?” Jacob Hopkins asked as he looked down at the cat with narrowed eyes. She simply meowed again and then rubbed against her.

“Whoa.”

Owlbert with Stringbean flew over to the cage. Waffles, who had been watching curiously when Jacob Hopkins went to the door immediately perked up upon seeing her friends. Stringbean made a gesture with her tail for Waffles to keep quiet. Waffles quickly nodded.

Clover flew over to them with the keys. Emmiline, who had snuck over, helped up by Clover, grabbed the key from her and put the key in the lock of the cage to unlock it. She had been the only one with hands to unlock the cage. The other palisman at the cage then pulled the cage door open.

Jacob Hopkins had apparently heard the small sounds of the key turning. He turned around. “Wha-hey!”

As soon as the opening was big enough, Waffles flew out.

Jacob glared and turned to grab at her. Ghost then meowed louder before unleashing her claws and getting a good scratch at him on the leg.

“Youw!” Jacob jumped away from the cat with a hiss.

“Why you little-“

The other hero palisman with wings flew around him, moving at him with their claws or stinger.

“Ack!” Jacob tried to move away from them and moved his hands up to defend against any scratches or stabbings.

Waffles, as soon as the doorway had been free, had flown through it to freedom. The museum door had been left open, so she was able to leave the entire building. She had already been flying for a bit, grateful for the freedom, before it occurred to her to check that her friends had made it out alright. She had just gotten excited about leaving.

Thankfully, they were okay.

The palisman that could fly were carrying the ones who couldn’t as they caught up to Waffles shortly after. Stringbean having shifted to have a pair of wings as well.

Clover flew around Waffles in excitement, and the two best friends nuzzled against each other for a moment, before they all decided to head to the Noceda house first for safety reasons.

Camila had not been expecting all the kids’, and Eda’s palisman to arrive at her house. Since she wouldn’t be able to understand them if she asked what was going on, she ended up awkwardly asking if they wanted anything to drink. The palisman just shook their heads and continued to chatter excitedly in relief that Waffles was okay now.

They waited there for a bit. After Owlbert had gone out and confirmed Jacob Hopkins didn’t seem to be following, they decided they should head back to the Boiling Aisles. Before they could though, Waffles flew up and insisted she had to go grab Hunter’s present. It was the whole reason she had come after all. But Ghost was quick to show her that she had already grabbed it for the other. Waffles tweeted excitedly and flew around Ghost before nuzzling her affectionately as well, which the cat returned.

They didn’t get a chance to figure out wrapping it while there though. None of the palisman wanted to be separated from their people for much longer, in case they were needed. So they all gave their version of goodbyes to Camila before heading back to the portal. Owlbert and Clover helped Waffles carry the book over, because really it was a lot for a small bird to attempt on her own.

When they returned to the Owl House, it was to some very concerned witches and a concerned human. To Waffles surprise, Hunter is there as well. Waffles tweets and accidentally lets go of the book. Owlbert and Clover wobble for a second before regaining their balance. They then fly it over to the closest table, before all the palisman reunite with their people.

Hunter was quick to hug Waffles close, as he looked very concerned. Apparently he had noticed her absence sooner than she expected.

He’s more affectionate with her than usual. She cooed and tried to comfort him. As he babbled his relief and worry about her, he sounded like he was close to crying when he asked her to never disappear on him like that again.

Really, she should have known he would be sensitive to her not being there, but she had thought he was distracted. She felt bad now though.

“What were you even doing anyways?” Hunter asked with an unsteady voice. Waffles tweeted and gestured with her head over to the book on the table. Curious, Hunter followed her direction and walked over to it.

She told him how she hadn’t expected to him before she could figure out how to wrap it, but it was supposed to be a Christmas present to make him feel better about Flapjack not being there for Christmas.

Hunter looked over the gift, and his eyes go wide with excitement when he saw what it was. Hunter sniffed and looked down at Waffles again.

“Oh Waffles…nothing is gonna to be able to completely take away my sadness from missing him. But this is very sweet and does make me feel a little better. Thank you,” Hunter said. Waffles tweeted her delight and nuzzled into him again. His hug felt very nice.

Really, getting to see the delight on her person’s face made this whole thing worth it. Merry Christmas!

[bbeelzemon]

i drew my main characters in the hands off eizouken intro poses - i’ve never seen anything so perfect in my entire LIFE

[dyk3medown]

sober

eddie munson x reader

summary: song fic based on “Sober Haha Jk Unless” by Hospital Bracelet

warnings: gn!reader, ANGST, TW!! heavy drug use, implied addiction, some suicidal ideation and an attempt, this is pretty heavy i won’t lie, hopeful ending, a touch of dark humor

a/n: this song is in a very specific playlist that i made of songs that make me cry. i was listening to it at 2 am and just started writing until this fic was done so i apologize if it's a bit rough around the edges. this is definitely a departure from the smut i’ve been posting lmao

!!if you are on the taglist for eddie but don’t want to be tagged in something like this in the future, pls let me know. i don’t think i’ll be writing another fic like this anytime soon but just in case!!

I’ve been thinking about it every hour

You’ve fallen into a cycle recently, one that you’re not sure you can break out of. You wake up, pop a few pills, barely make it through the school day, go home, cry, pop a couple more to dull it all out, fall asleep, and repeat.

Lights are off, and it’s harder to do without power 

The lights are never on in your room. If they were, you’d be able to see yourself in the mirror, and that’s something you just can’t do. You know you don’t look good, you can tell from how the people around you react, but you can’t bring yourself to care.

My feet are broken, knees are loose, and I end up on the ground

It all spirals out of control the day Eddie cuts you off. He meets you in your usual spot, signature toolbox in hand and a frown on his face.

“You ran out already? I just gave you some last week.”

It’s only been a few days, and your stash is all but depleted. “Whatever, are you gonna give it to me or not?”

Eddie shakes his head. “I don’t know if I should, Y/N.”

Panic rises in your body. “C’mon Eds, it’s no big deal.” You hold out a fistful of cash with a trembling hand. “I’ll pay you double, whatever you want.”

“You don’t pay me at all usually, and I’m sorry, I can’t help you if I wanted to. You’ve cleaned me out of all the good shit.”

A pained whine escapes your chest, and you’d be embarrassed if you weren’t so focused on getting your fix. “Please, Eddie, I know you have to have something!”

Eddie opens his toolbox, and you can see he’s not lying. All that’s left is some weed, and that’s not the high you’re looking for. “That’s not all you have. You’re lying, you’re just lying to me!”

“Y/N,” Eddie approaches you carefully, like you’re a wild animal, trying his best not to spook you. “Are you okay?”

He puts a hand on the side of your face as he looks you over, taking in the dark circles under your eyes, the way your skin has gone dull and the skin on your lips is dry and cracked. Once upon a time, maybe even a few weeks ago, you would’ve leaned into his touch, perhaps even taken it further.

“Don’t fucking touch me, you freak,” you slap his hand away, ignoring the genuine hurt you can see in his expression.

“Sorry, I don’t wanna be your little fucktoy right now," you spit. "You can get it somewhere else.”

Eddie’s gaze hardens, and he steps back, grabbing the box and slamming it shut. “I’m not selling you shit anymore. Call me when you’ve figured out whatever the fuck is going on with you right now.”

He storms off, and your heart sinks into your stomach, matching the way you sink to the ground, pressing the heels of your hands into your eyes as you try desperately not to cry.

I don’t really know if I wanna overdose

You strike gold when you get home, rifling through your parents’ bathroom. Your mom had had a few surgeries in the past, and you knew they must have prescribed her some sort of pain medication. To your muted delight, you find plenty of mostly-full bottles, the sound of the pills rattling in their containers sounding like music to your ears.

The first time you almost overdose, it’s an accident. Turns out, mixing a bottle of vodka with prescription-grade opiates isn’t a great idea, and you wake up in a puddle of your own puke. You clean yourself up and rinse your mouth in the sink, wondering the whole time, what if?

The second time is not an accident.

You walk into your shift at Family Video to find out you’ve been fired. Apparently, not showing up for work most of the time and being out of it when you are there doesn’t make you a model employee. Robin follows you after you walk out, trying to talk to you, but you brush her off, and she gives up as you shut your car door in her face.

Robin is yet another one of the friends you’ve pushed away and now lost. First, it was your usual crowd, then Eddie, and now the girl you thought of like a sister.

You consider the bottle in your palm as you sit on your bed that night. Maybe it wouldn’t be that bad if you took just one too many of the pills that sat so enticingly in your grasp. Your friends were clearly over you, your kind-of boyfriend/hookup/dealer didn’t want to see you again, and your parents had never given a shit anyway. There was no one keeping you here but you. You’re sick and tired of life anyway, which was the whole reason you started using so often in the first place, and you come to a decision. At least with everyone you love gone from your life, there’s no need to write one of those cheesy notes.

You’re almost in a trance as you unscrew the cap, dumping the remnants of the bottle, about a fourth, in your palm. Swallow mechanically, you start choking the pills down in groups of a few at a time. You lay back, head resting on your pillow as the effects begin to kick in.

A small smile crosses your lips as you fold your arms over your chest like a corpse in a coffin. You find it unreasonably funny to think of someone finding you like that, in the classic position of the dead.

When you wake up in the morning, feeling extraordinarily sluggish but still alive, you’re filled with the strongest emotions you’ve felt in a while: despair, embarrassment, and deep disappointment. Angry tears stream down your cheeks as sobs wrack your chest, ugly crying in a way you can’t remember doing since you were a child screaming about a broken bone.

Maybe I’m just constantly scared of being on my own

The next couple of weeks are spent locked in your room, skipping school and leaving only to grab a bit of food in the dead of night. You’ve never felt so isolated, so wholly and utterly alone. As much as it pains you to admit it, you miss your friends, you miss Eddie.

In periods where you have coherent enough thought, you find yourself longing for him. Not just the sex or smoking together, but the little things. The way his eyes light up when a song he likes plays on the radio, how he would always go out of his way to make you laugh, the sappy look on his face when you kissed him for the first time. He was one of the best things in your life, and you had to go and fuck it up just like everything else.

A head without the thoughts, I think that’s what I need

You’re mindful of your dwindling supply of the only thing keeping you going. The number of little capsules is slowly and surely ticking down in the last bottle, and you know that if you keep it up at the rate you have been, you’re going to need a refill soon. There’s maybe a week left, maybe a couple extra days if you really stretch it out, but you know you can’t bear to be able to think for long enough periods to make it last.

You weigh your options. If you take them all in one go, the supply issue will cease to exist, but on the other hand, if by some miracle you wake up again, you’ll be fresh out of pills and will need to find another way to restock.

Maybe I’m just too messed up to succeed

It’s kind of funny, you think. You used to be so bright and “promising,” as adults would say when you were small, and now here you were, high out of your mind on the floor with no prospects in life.

You’re broken from your thoughts by a loud knock at your front door. Home alone, you’re sure that without anyone answering, whoever is there will just leave.

“Y/N!” You can hear a muffled call of your name, and your heart jumps up in your throat. You cautiously make your way out of your room as the voice calls your name again, feeling like you're moving through water.

“Y/N, I know you’re in there.” You peer through the peephole and can see Eddie standing there, nervously tapping his foot with his arms crossed.

His head falls forward with a sigh, and he braces both arms against the door, forehead pressing against the wood between them. “Please, just let me in.”

You back away a few steps, trying to put some more separation between you and Eddie as you contemplate your decision. You could easily turn tail and return to your room, retreating back into the dark to think about whether or not to risk finishing off the last handful of pills. That option sounds very tempting, but you force yourself to consider the alternative.

You could also open the door, let Eddie inside, and finally see the person you’ve been craving more than any drug, maybe even think about asking for a little bit of help. God, you don’t even know what to say to him. How could you ever explain the tornado that’s ripped through your life and settled in your chest, slowly chipping away at what’s left of your heart? Your head is swimming and it's not just from your high.

“I’m not leaving until you open the door.” Eddie’s voice rings out in the silence once again. “I’ll wait here all night, fuck, I’ll stay out here forever if that’s what it takes.”

You inhale deeply, walking back to the door. Your hand hovers over the lock, fingers just grazing the cool metal. You exhale as you unlock it, eyes closing as you turn the little lever and reach for the handle.

After a few more moments of hesitation, you open the door, and you finally let Eddie inside.

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[minkmousesworld]

idk if I’m doing this right BUT i was thinking of how the morning after the boys (tanjiro, zenistu, and inosuke) first times would be

I finally got to the thirst in my box.

Good morning, love

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: pet names, established relationship; first time / loss of virginity, rough sex (tanjirou, inosuke) / soft sex (zenitsu, nezuko), penetration sex (implied, zenitsu), primal kink (tanjirou, inosuke)

𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Tanjirou Kamado, Zenitsu Agatsuma, Inosuke Hashibira, human! Nezuko Kamado

-> 𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐉𝐈𝐑𝐎𝐔 𝐊𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐎

❀ You probably wake up the next morning with marks and bites, and no, Tanjirou wasn't too rude or wild at all — at least, he definitely wasn't at the beginning. But when you finally became a family and decided to have sex, he ran out of the patience of the "elder child", spent earlier on restraint during kisses, so as not to try to get more and be respectful.

So the sweet beginning with "are you feeling good, my love?" soon turned into passionate kisses and strong hugs that none of you wanted to break, being too carried away with each other and your wedding night. After all, after the oral sex and light petting that you did before the "wedding", you were actually passionate about exploring each other in a deeper sense.

Probably these bites and marks are mutual, because Tanjirou was actually seductive and moaned delightfully when you were rude, so you left a little more literal memories of last night.

❀ Tanjirou wakes up later than usual — and finally resembles an ordinary person by the hours of sleep, — and he is very sorry. As soon as he wakes up and gives you a morning, chaste kiss, he immediately notices the marks left by him. Oops. But- you just looked so good for a few rougher kisses yesterday, especially when something dirty was said to him and his understanding that he should be 'gentle & caring' was blunted.

Tanjirou looks at the marks with horror, accidentally finds a few scratches and feels so guilty. He really did not expect that he would be so unrestrained and wild. Probably, he should have been more relaxed before your night, instead of rushing at you to get his post-wedding kiss. He's sorry, very very very sorry.

“Oh, I'm sorry, p-please, my love, wait a couple of minutes- there should be ointment somewhere...”

❀ But apart from the wounds he left, Tanjirou is actually happy that you finally became a family and spent the wedding night. And even if you seem to flinch every time he puts cold ointment on your hot body (perhaps sleeping next to a very warm Tanjirou was not the best idea...), but for the first time he feels in such joyful anticipation of the future, which seems wonderful.

“[Y/n], I'm understanding your feelings, but please don't move... [Y/n]”

He gives you a passionate, selfless kiss when it's all over.

-> 𝐙𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐒𝐔 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐀

❀ You probably wake up either holding your pretty in your arms or (gasping) lying under him because Zenitsu is trying to take up as much of your space as possible. Moreover, he moved at night unconsciously, just feeling that he needed your warmth and heartbeat to get comfort after he gave up his virginity and had such an intimate moment with someone for the first time.

Zenitsu just needs to know that you are now with him forever and will not go anywhere, since he is so sensitive and affectionate, like a tamed puppy, after you decide to have a deep relationship with him.

And when he wakes up, gently humming something and wrapping himself around you even more, as if trying to grow into you, you know that he wants the best, even if sometimes his shamelessly affectionate actions can stir your heart. And yet, he looks more like a cat. A big, scared and attention-loving cat.

❀ Your first time was clumsy and awkward, a little embarrassing, especially when Zenitsu hit you a couple of times with a static current of delight, whining and puffing, but making the most guilty face after the realization. But it was also very loving, with gentle touches, enthusiastic whispers and long petting until you were sure you were ready to go further.

And even if Zenitsu wanted to hurry up and was afraid to continue, he also tried to make you feel good, which is why his hot shyness and timid haste perfectly complemented each other when you hugged each other tightly, burrowing into each other's neck and gently stroking hair during the first thrust.

But Zenitsu was so beautiful when he whined your name into your shoulder, clinging to you, as if trying to make sure that everything that was happening was not a dream, while you gently moved, gently filling.

❀ You will lie lazily for a very long time, because Zenitsu wakes up hard and does not let you go while he sleeps; and although you may feel constrained and squeezed, you will surely fall asleep again, lulled and relaxed. It's just that there is something in the presence of Zenitsu that puts you to sleep, feeling at home when he lies defenseless next to you, trying to become a part of you.

If he wakes up before you, then you will find him cooking food to please you in the morning, since he is your loving husband panther. And his food turns out better than you might expect, although he is a little disappointed that he did not manage to bring you food to bed.

You spend your morning in soothing silence, glancing at each other from time to time, but then shyly snuggling up to each other at the table, eating in a relaxed manner.

-> 𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐀

❀ Inosuke doesn't throw you off the bed as you might expect, but instead he possessively wraps around you like an octopus and squeezes even tighter if you resist; he does not threaten you at all, but the feeling of your skin opposite him gives him a sense of calm and security. And while you probably would like a little more space, since your body is a little sore after yesterday, you can't put him away even if you want to.

Because looking at his sleeping, innocent face, you want to squeeze his cheeks and ask who is such a cute boy who is sleeping sweetly after blushing yesterday and trying to behave as aggressively as possible so that you don't notice his embarrassment and awkwardness, so now your whole body is covered in scratches, bites and marks.

But the feeling when Inosuke looks up at you, defeated and accepting you as a winner, sincerely following your orders, still makes you excited and strong.

❀ Your first time was hot and dry at first, especially when he tried to seize control and provoke you, which made your foreplay become an erotic fight, when you then aggressively bit each other, then rubbed hard, pushing, clinging to clothes and leaving marks; but when you finally pin him to the floor, leaving a line of bites, Inosuke sniffs, wet, caught and confused, restlessly twitching under you with an irritably shy expression until you kiss him.

And until he kisses you back — hot, wet, with bruises on his thighs, restlessly running his hands over your back, as if not daring to scratch you, and even when you take his hand, Inosuke only sniffs, allowing you to open him a little more and hang over him, looking at his ruddy face and rising chest, as if this is the most beautiful thing you've seen.

The next kiss is much softer and calmer, like a gift.

... And at the end, exhausted and full, Inosuke only silently hides his face in your shoulder, stroking your back and hair, immersed in his thoughts, until he falls asleep in your arms, as if lulled to sleep.

❀ You wake up being two messes — tired, sleepy, with lots of sore marks all over your body, but outrageously contented and happy, and just rest in each other's arms for a few minutes until Inosuke wakes up completely and pokes your cheek with his finger, promising that next time he will definitely win. It's just luck, okay? Next time you won't be able to seize the initiative so easily!

Next time he will definitely try to let you know that he is not the kind of partner that can be taken so easily. And you better be prepared for that!

After all, you are his mate.

-> 𝐍𝐄𝐙𝐔𝐊𝐎 𝐊𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐎

❀ Nezuko curls up next to you, like a big, soft cat that has come to guard your sleep; gently wrapping her arms around your neck to gently bury you in her chest, hiding you from the world. Even when she wakes up, she gently touches your hair, sweetly singing and whispering compliments to you while you sleep, lulled by warmth and comfort.

But she feels so good next to you and so warm that soon she falls asleep again, stroking your cheek.

Only on the second awakening, if you haven't woken up yet, she will agree to come out of your warm embrace into a cold room to prepare breakfast. If you already wake up, then soon she will also wake up, looking for you in confusion to wrap her arms around your body again.

❀ Your first time was shyly gentle and tremulously affectionate. Probably, — even if you two are not too familiar with embarrassment, — you sat for a long time, just holding hands, before gently kissing and gently stroking each other, as if afraid that this moment of intimacy would disappear if you were too greedy for each other. A tremulous stroking of the cheek, a tremulous touch of forehead to forehead, a soft squeeze of each other's hands.

Your heart is beating so hard like it's going to stop.

You need more time for the compression of the hands to become a compression of the hips, the touches become friction, and the kisses become deeper and stronger, as if after a long hunger; even if it's a little embarrassing to open up to each other like this, Nezuko only pulls her hands to you to press you closer and be pressed tighter, almost purring with pleasure when you stroke her.

More more more

When she kisses you more greedily than with trepidation, wrapping her hips around you, you only give her more.

❀ ... Nezuko gently kisses you, humming before continuing cooking, and with her hair carelessly gathered and the remaining marks on her neck from last night, she looks like a goddess.

And when she kisses you again, giving you a look at her breasts, but only smiling like a cat, enjoying your attention before innocently tucking her hair behind her ear.

“Yes, my love? Tea? Coffee?... Or me?”

[fell-into-silence]

I have some au ideas for security breach that I’m debating on sharing or not depending if I can gather my thoughts enough to put it all into words but I figure I’ll share another thought inspired by a post that made me laugh, which I probably should have reblogged...whoops. If you’re out there poster this is for you.

If the other animatronics weren’t so preoccupied being mind controlled enough to interact with Freddy (unlike in the game where they spoke to themselves or to Gregory specifically) but were still on the search for Gregory perhaps after awhile they’d get a little suspicious with Freddy wandering and sneaking around. The group decide to corner him and the interaction goes something like this;

Monty: There is our favorite bear-where have you been pal?

Freddy: (brushes his chest off and spins around to face them) I have..been around..the plaza.

Roxy: (staring at her reflection in one of the display walls) You have been sneaking about for hours.

Chicka: Freddy..you know you can tell us anything, right?

Freddy: (laughs albeit nervous) Everything is fine I promise. I was just (pauses and glances over at a random picture hung on the wall) looking for a drawing I had dropped somewhere.

Chicka: Do you need any help? I’m sure we can find it if we work together!

Monty: Yeah! Then you can join our search-

Roxy: Not that we’ll be needing it, I almost had him.

Freddy: Who? (Slowly beginning to sweat)

Roxy: The brat wandering around the plaza. (Flips her hair from her face) Didn’t Vanessa tell you? We’re supposed to catch him.

-There’s a pause as Freddy glances around at each of his friends and rubs the back of his neck, opening his mouth to speak when suddenly there’s a thumping sound from within his chest compartment-

Monty: What was that?

Freddy: What was what?

Roxy: That sound Freddy, what are you hiding-

Chicka: Oh! Is it your secret stash of snacks?! (Everyone looks at her) What? I do it all the time!

Freddy: I..uh should get going.. (Moves to leave but is blocked by Monty)

Monty: C’mon bud! You don’t have to be embarrassed, maybe you got something stuck in there-lemme just take a look (tries to reach out but Freddy leans away from his touch) and see if we can get it out huh?

Freddy: You..uh..can’t do that-because...(sweat dropping intensifies)

Chicka: (having a worried expression while Roxy places a hand on her shoulder) Because..?

Freddy: (Backing away slowly and looking for an opening as Monty tries to close the gap between them) I..I um.. (his mind frantically tries to come up with something but can’t handle lying or fibbing to his friends so he goes with the first thing his panicked mind can come up with) I’m pregnant! (Ducks out of Monty’s grasp just as he was about to be nabbed and flees)

All three: FREDDY!

Chicka: THAT’S NOT EVEN POSSIBLE!

Roxy: COME BACK HERE I KNOW YOU’RE HIDING SOMETHING! (Tries to chase after him)

Monty: (Can’t even speak, confusion is super effective)

An additional note - Monty would be ecstatic to be an uncle LOL 😆

To add to the hilarity Freddy would never have felt so afraid in all his life-what with Roxy being able to freaking see through the walls. Insert silly music and a comical chase scene of Freddy fleeing like demons covered in flames in a hell basket was barreling after him all the while Monty contemplates his own existence and Chicka worriedly munches on snacks. And Roxy yelling that she can see him running. Like why you running?!

[marchiveeee]

I'm glad you are writing headcanon <33

Can I request 94 with Castiel? ;D I'm leaving n/sfw, pov parts to you (=^･ｪ･^=)

It's my pleasure, really! Thank you for your ask 💗💗

This one got longer than I thought it would. So here it goes almost 2.5k words of... Something?

🌌🌌🌌🌌🌌

It was almost 1am, and Castiel had one dog and eight other people at his place. More specifically, the dog had been spared from the loud teenagers by staying in his master’s bedroom and the balcony attached to it. Castiel, on the other hand, was cramped with his friends in his living room; surprisingly, he didn’t mind it at all.

★

It all started when Armin convinced Nathaniel to go watch the newest Marvel movie with him at the mall. Surely, it didn’t take 5 minutes for Alexy to find out and starting calling more people to go with them. First, the boy invited Kentin, Candy and Rosalya. Then, Candy invited her boyfriend, Castiel, who also invited his best friend, Lysander; superheroes movies weren't Lys thing, but he still ended up accepting the invitation. As the group of six waited in front of the movies for the beginning of their session, they met Iris and Priya, who’d also been invited by Candy at some point.

The movie ended around 10pm and the majority of them were still hyped about it, sharing their thoughts and theories with excitement.

“The vilain is definetelly not dead!” Armin stated.

“You are the only person I know who cheers for a villain”, Nath said with amusement.

“Oh, believe me, you haven’t seen half of it…”. Armin’s brother patted the blond guy on the shoulder.

“I think Armin has a point, tho”, Iris interrupted, “the villain could easily teleport to somewhere else before being crushed by the falling walls!”

“That’s what I’m talking about! They can’t die that easily!”

“And what about the post-credits scenes? They were really intriguing. Does anyone know who that person was?” That was Castiel’s girlfriend, she was holding hands with him as the group walked towards the exit of the theater. Castiel thought he should tell her more often how much he appreciated these small demonstrations of affection.

“I also didn’t recognize that person at the very end… Armin?” Priya turned to ask the boy who was still throwing more and more inforations about the Marvel Universe to his new victim, the student body president, or should he put an “ex” before that title? Seeing that they had just graduated from high school.

“Yes! I will talk about that in a moment! But first, does anyone else want some pizza? I don’t work well with an empty stomach”.

“Armin, you barely let me touch the popcorn, there’s no way you’re hungry!” Kentin sent an incredulous look to his friend, receiving a shrug and a sheepish smile in return.

The group didn’t have time to think much about the idea before Castiel said something that surprised even himmself.

“I don’t live far from here. We can go to my place and order something if you guys are up to.” At that, he could feel his girlfriend squeezing his hand and sending him an amuzed look. Near him, Lysander looked at his friend with a questioning look. Castiel followed Armin’s example and shrugged before saying "It’s just an idea”.

"Aayy, we have our savior for the night! Thanks, man! Please, lead the way!"

★

Indeed, it was more than unusual for Castiel to make gatherings with friends at his place, so he understood the astonished looks he got. And moreover, who'd have believed he'd invite Nathaniel to his apartment? And that the blond would accept? Luck of their friends, the two of them seemed to be feeling pretty great lately, so why not enjoy that moment?

That's how they all ended up in Castiel's living room, with two family sized pizzas sitting on the coffee table between the couch and the TV. They had all finished eating - the remaining slices would probably be Catiel’s breakfast for the next morning. A soft rock music was playing in the background as they chatted. At some point they had changed the topic of the conversation from Marvel to their plans for vacation.

“I hope my family decides to travel to somewhere nice. I want to chill in a beautiful beach far from here, it would be a real vacation”, Iris dreamly said.

“Please, take me with you! I’m tired of the boys from this city, they are all boring!” Alexy whined throwing his head back.

“Sorry?” Kentin said with a frown making everyone laugh.

“I don’t think he’s talking about you, Kentin.” Priya blurted out.

“I’ll have to agree with Smurf hair, tho,” Castiel snickered and passed his arm around Candy’s shoulder, throwing his proudest smile in the process. “Candy here was smart enough to take the last remaining interesting guy in the city.”

The red-haired boy got some priceless reactions to that statement. Candy herself was as red as her boyfriend's hair, she face palmed and mumbled something like “I can’t believe you said that”; Rosalya, who was drinking her soda as he spoke, choked and started a mix of what he believed to be coughing and laughing, "not the best scene for Miss Perfect", he thought. Iris and Priya were also laughing, while trying to help their struggling friend. As for the boys, aside from Alexy who didn't seem offended by the comment about his hair, and was cracking up just as much as the other girls, each one had a different reaction…

“You say that because I’m careful not to expose all my charms at their fullest. You wouldn’t even have a chance!” Bragged Armin, not falling fot Castiel’s joke.

“You’re too confident for your own good” Nath grumbled with that usual expression he gets when he’s annoyed about something.

“That’s just Castiel being Castiel, guys. Don’t mind him, he’s just joking” Lysander stated with a calm smile before drinking some of his water.

"You don't have to ruin the moment!" Cas jokingly pushed his friend on the shoulder.

Kentin grumbled something while crossing his arms, not looking at their host for even a second. Castiel just laughed with humor.

“Oh my god that one was good,” Rosalya managed to speak between some coughs and while wiping some tears from her cheek.

“It’s been a while since I laughed this much. I’m sorry, but your reaction was priceless, Kentin. You should’ve seen yourself!” Iris said patting her friend on the back gently as the boy blushed even more.

“Whatever…” Kentin cleaned his thoat and straightened his back. “I should get going anyways, it’s getting too late.”

“Wait, already!?” Armin asked looking at the boy who was already standing.

“Didn’t you see the hour? It’s a lot past 1, my parents expected me to be at home before midnight!”

“I’m not making a joke about it. I’m not.” Armin held a laugh and started to get up as well, pulling his brother with him by the arm.

Iris had a concerned expression on her face as she searched for something in her purse, “Shoot! I hope my mother or Thomas are still awake… I forgot my keys!”

“Damn… It’s okay, we will walk you home and wait until someone opens the door for you, don’t worry!” Alexy took his friend by the arm.

“Won’t that be a bother? I can go by myself…”

“No way! It’s too late, let them walk you home, it's safer!” Candy said firmly and started cleaning the coffee table.

“Yes, your house is on the way to ours, anyways. Don’t worry.” It was Kentin speaking now.

“Priya, Rosa, are you going now too?”, Nathaniel asked, still sitting.

“Yes, I’m going now as well. But before going, do you need help cleaning, Cas?” Priya asked while standing up and straightening her clothes.

“No, I can do the cleaning. No problem.”

“I’ll go with Lysander to his house, mine is a bit far from here, so I'll sleep there and go home in the morning.” Rosa said and raised her arms to let herself be pulled by the white haired boy.

“Well, on that note, I’ll get going too. I can walk you home if you’d like, Pryia” The blond sent an inquiring look to the girl and received a nod in return. Then, he turned to Castiel offering his hand for a shake. “Thanks for inviting us to your place, the evening was great.” Castiel only pulled the guy for the quickest hug with a pat on the back, and left a frozen Nath right in the middle of his living room when they separated.

“Are you emotional right now, or…?” Rosa was staring at him with shock.

“Candy is affecting his heart, baby. He’s a whole new man now!” Alexy snickered as he crossed the living room towards the door still arm in arm with Iris.

“Okay, time to go! Everyone, out! I’ve been nice enough for the whole month” Castiel said while guiding everyone to the exit in a lighthearted manner.

“Bye, guys! Get home safely. Send a message when you get home!” Candy shouted and waved to her friends while they left waving back, some saying "Yes, mom!", "Don't worry, good night guys!", or just wishing a good night.

After they were gone, Castiel closed the door and gave a big sigh, he definitely wasn't used to those kinds of events. He passed his hand through his hair, and heard his girlfriend placing the used glasses in the sink. There were only the two of them left at his place. Oh, there was Demon too, we shall not forget.

When he entered the kitchen, Candy turned his way and smiled at him before asking "do I keep the pizza in the box or you prefer to keep it in something else?"

He just laughed at that, and got close until he could give her a back hug, tightening the embrace as he leaned to press a kiss on her cheek. It was really precious to see the gentle blush that spread Candy's face when she was happy.

"Don't worry about it, baby. I'll clean it all before going to bed." Candy then nodded and turned in his arms so she could properly hug her boyfriend.

"What a night", she giggled and lifted her head to look at Castiel. "I think this one is definitely going down to history," she continued.

"Hmm, why 's that?"

"I don't know, I guess I just didn't expect you to offer your place to a sudden gathering, and" she made sure to emphasize the last word, "acting like good friends with Nath. I really like that, you seemed happy all night long".

"I never said we weren't friends." Castiel argued sarcastically and received a look from his girlfriend. He held her face in his hands and guided her to a gentle chaste kiss. "But I was happy, in fact." The boy said as they broke the kiss, caressing her cheeks, he hoped that his eyes told her how her company was the reason for most of his happiness during the night.

"I'm happy to know that". She smiled fondly.

"Are you going home too?"

"I don't know…". She seemed to think about it for a moment.

"Well, you need a place to stay for the night. So it's either here or your place on the other side of the city, far away from here". He was clearly being dramatic, rolling his eyes and everything. But he did want her to stay more, that he couldn't deny.

At that, Candy emitted a loud laugh, "You're impossible, really! Just say you want me to stay!"

"Will your dad come here looking for my head if I ask you to stay?"

"That's in the past, Cas! Get over it, he's not coming for you!"

"You never know. I'm just making sure, I have plans for the future, you know?" He said and let her go from his hug so she could get her phone in the living room to tell her parents she was alright and would be there in the morning.

As she called her mother, who apparently was still awake watching some kind of drama that her aunt had recommended, Castiel went to his room to open the door for Demon, who could now walk freely around the house. After that he made himself busy by cleaning everything like he said he would. There wasn't much to do in the end, just a few things to throw in the trash and a few glasses to wash. About the pizza, he just decided to put it in the fridge inside the box, that would be more practical.

"Okay, mom. Yes, don't worry, I will. I'll see you tomorrow. Love you too! Bye." He heard as Candy finished the call. The girl joined him in the kitchen and watched while he finished washing the last glass.

"She sent a hello, and asked how are you doing."

"Your mother?" The girl just hummed in agreement. "When you go home, you can tell her I say hello too, and that I'm doing good. Ask her how she is doing for me."

"No, sir. I will bring you with me. You can tell her that," she snorted, and covered her face as she yawned.

"You can get some clothes in my closet if you're tired. You know where everything is, right? I'll join you in the bedroom in a second." Once again, she just hummed and gave him a kiss on the cheek before going to his room.

After he finished tidying up the living room, he went to his dog, who was laying on his favorite spot near the couch and patted him gently. "Night, boy. Don't make a mess, okay?"

He took a moment before turning off the speaker that'd been playing some random songs from his playlists. Right then, the one playing was Wonderwall, he really liked that one. He stopped there just listening to the lyrics.

Because maybe

You're gonna be the one that saves me

And after all

You're my wonderwall...

Yes, that was one of his favorite songs.

In his room, Candy was already laying in his bed, wearing just one of his old t-shirts. She was scrolling through something on her phone, but stopped when she saw her boyfriend coming in. "Sorry I didn't help you much with the cleaning, I can do the dishes in the morning after breakfast." She said looking at him as he changed from his clothes, to just sweatpants, so he could sleep more comfortably.

"I told you not to worry about it, little girl!"

"I know, but I-"

"No excuses, I want to sleep right now." He pulled her towards him for a cuddle as he lay down by her side, giving her a quick kiss on the forehead. "Night, girly."

"Good night, Cas." She pressed her body closer to his and fell asleep caressing his arm, while his hand ran lightly through her hair.

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Ayyy, I hope guys liked it! I had a lot of fun thinking about the scenes while writing. I also got really soft at the end, they were being so domestic and in love 🥺🥺😭

Aaaaand, Dumbledore will give 10 points to who get right the movie they were talking about hehe

[originalhomestuckscenarios]

Hello, I am the 🌻 anon if you still remember me! I rushed in after seeing your post about adding an extra slot for the event, please ignore this if it's full already!!

I'd like to request an unsent letter from Cronus about a love confession, and if you don't mind, I think it'd be cute if it included some personal ramblings like something that belonged in a journal (hence why it was unsent, he didn't think it was fitting). The relationship between Cronus and the reader are childhood friends who have a long history together. (Though they had a big fallout around the time he started losing faith in magic, and it wasn't too long ago did they start to mend their friendship. They're just glad to have each other back in their lives.) To put it simply, reader is a sunny and overly talkative person who's caring towards others. They get along through their shared interest of music and through her dragging him along to do outdoor activities with her. She loves teasing Cronus and the fact that she knew him from way back then doesn't help, since she knows about all those embarrassing childhood stories and quirks that he had. (Just one extra info: Reader is a sylph of life)

Of course I remember you! :D how could I forget?

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You were always special to him and it's not like you weren't aware of it. As things between you started to change though, doubt had made it's place in your heart. He wasn't the same Cronus, but it was only natural for changes to happen. You just never thought they'd be so drastic.

You quickly started to miss him after you drifted aparat, with his hatred for loneliness he felt the same yet speaking to you about it became a foreign concept. Being away from you also had caused him to realize his feelings for you so he thought that he should write to you instead.

After getting it done he stared at his work with that he realized that there was no point in actually giving it to you. You haven't talked in a while and for him to throw such a bomb out of nowhere just wasn't what your relationship needed.

What you needed was to start being close again. So before he can even consider his confession, you have to be friends again.

Oh how much he missed hanging out with you, when you dragged him out somewhere for the first time in a while he felt like everything was the same again. Although he had changed plenty, you haven't really lost your spark over the time.

Even if not everything was the same you still were happy just with how the things are. Sometimes you'd tease him about how he used to act whenever he tries to play it cool with you, but while he acts upset both of you know he likes to get a little nostalgic with you.

However, there was still a problem with that letter existing. He never threw it out- he just didn't feel the need to. Actually he forgot about it by now. It was just a moment of time before you were to find it.

Spending time at his hive you listened together to his music. He was pretty nervous about your opinion but he was also excited to share. He was a little occupied as he tried to find that one track so you looked around a little and noticed something on the table, you thought it might be lyrics for one of his song. So you asked "Mind if I read this?" and as he was too focused on finding the song he wanted to play just said "Yeah" not thinking much of what you could find.

Dear Y/N

I havwe no idea vwhen you'll get to read this. Or ewven if I'll ewven send this to you to begin wvith. Whatewver wvill it be I just vwant to tell you that ewven though wve'wve just been through a major fall out, so maybe me saying this is vwery much out of place, it doesn't change that I'wve only novw realized that I like you- in a red wvay. Evwery day I only think about hovw much I miss you and that's pretty pathetic so I just vwant to get it off my chest. At this point I wvill be lying if I said I didn't care about you feeling or not feeling the same, but I just vwant to be vwith me again. I'm coming off as really desperate but that's just vwhat I am right novw. So, can vwe go back to hovw things vwere? Or maybe you'd be interested in changing things up a little? Just knovw that I'll be fine vwith wvhatevwer as long as I get to see you again.

That's all,

Cronus

When he finished looking for the song he faced you now that he noticed how quiet you got "I know my stuff can be kinda makin you speachless babe but now it's time to really make you experience something!" he winked at you but your expression was surprised rather than impressed. He was confused and after a moment he recognized what you just picked up.

After the realization hit him your teasing mode was on "Aww Cronus if only you showed me this sooner!"

"huh? What do you mean?"

"I like you too, I didn't know you were just as hurt when we lost contact. But I suppose that if it helped you realize how you feel it was sort of worth it?"

"You're not joking?"

"Why would I? I don't recall making such jokes to you... But you on the other hand-"

"Okay I get it, no need to remind me" he stopped you before you can remind him being oh so not smooth and trying to cover it up by saying that he was only practicing- it was pretty recent too... "But- I suppose now you're my babe for real?" he smirked. Quick recovery- but while you like to see him happy, every once in a while you'll remind him that to you the idea of him being dorky and cool can coexist.