#if younger me could see this he'd be ecstatic

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Addams Family B-Side (6)

Part of: Steve Deserves Good Parents, Actually

Debbie and Fester Addams One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six (you're here!) Rick and Evelyn O'Connell One | Two | Three Harley Quinn One | Two 10th Doctor and Rose One | Two (on the way!) Scooby Gang (there are plans for this one lmao, so plz be patient with me orz) Jedidiah and Octavius (from Night at the Museum) One | Two Queen Clarisse Renaldi One | Two | Three Leverage Crew One

Hi it's been a fucking minute since I updated this one orz thank you so much for your patience, y'all

Anyway, this fic was line-jumped, and it's one of two jumps I received on kofi. If you'd like to learn more about line-jumping your favorite series, you can read this post

There are three memes at the end for you <3

As always, if you see any typos, no you didn't :^)

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The first time Steve got expelled, his father picked him up from school while his mother stayed to chat with the principal. He was twelve at the time, confused about what he'd done wrong, and feeling validated by his father's ecstatic praise of his initiative.

He'd wound up in Grandmama's kitchen, sitting cross-legged on the island while Wednesday added spider legs to a mixing bowl. Fester had gone off the find Gomez after telling Wednesday to keep an eye on Steve. She'd immediately turned away after Fester left the room.

"So," she said, idly stirring, "you've been expelled. What for?"

"I brought rattlesnakes to class."

"Why?"

"We were learning about snakes. I thought the teacher would appreciate live examples."

"How many?"

"Twenty seven. One for each student."

"Did they bite anyone?"

"No," Steve said, frowning and not bothering to conceal his disappointment at the fact.

"That's a shame."

Steve nodded, watching Wednesday for a few minutes before asking, "What are you making?"

"A cake for Joel."

"Why?"

"He insists on celebrating our anniversary."

"What kind is it?"

"Cinnamon with walnuts."

Steve thought for a moment, trying to figure out why that specific combination sounded familiar. Finally, he said, "I thought Joel was allergic to those."

"He is allergic to many things," Wednesday said, looking over her shoulder to smirk at Steve. "But especially cinnamon and walnuts."

"How come you're making it then?"

"To make sure he remembers how breathless I made him when we first met."

Steve thought that might be one of the most romantic things he's ever heard. He carefully filed the idea away in the back of his mind, hoping he'd one day find someone with an allergy severe enough to use it.

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Eddie can't stop looking at Steve's parents, his gaze moving between the two as he tries to figure out how the fuck they ended up together. He feels like someone is about to jump out and tell him he's on a prank show. What else could describe the sheer polar opposite natures of Steve's parents?

Debbie looks exactly like the kind of woman who'd live in a Barbie Dream House: blonde, perfect makeup, pastel dress, the refined air that just hovers around her. Fester, however, looks like he belongs next door. Eddie had noticed how pale he was the first time they met, but he's positively corpse-like now that Steve and Debbie are around for comparison.

He'd almost believe Steve wasn't their child if not for the fact that Eddie can see every way he is. Steve might look like Debbie on the outside, but he's undoubtedly an Addams on the inside. He has Debbie's fashion sense and air of elegance. his eyes get the same crazed light sometimes that Fester's do when Debbie speaks, and the words they speak are similar.

"Eddie," Debbie says, snapping him out of his thoughts. At some point, he'd started staring at Steve, and he feels his cheeks flush at getting caught. "Steve tells me you play guitar. Did you recently learn?"

Oh. Eddie feels his shoulders relax some at the familiar topic. "My mom taught me when I was younger. She used to play for me whenever I had nightmares."

"She doesn't play for you anymore?" Debbie asks, spearing a piece of chicken with her fork.

"Oh, uh, she died a few years ago," Eddie says, smiling apologetically for such a downer of a topic. "Cancer, you know."

"That must have been excruciating," Steve says, a soft sigh accompanying his words, and Eddie isn't sure if he's sympathetic or jealous.

Debbie nods as she inspects her chicken closely before putting it in her mouth, her eyes narrowing slightly as she chews. "I said no poisoning the food, dear," she says, looking at Fester with a somewhat strained smile.

"Aww, it's just a nightshade reduction, Mother. We didn't even put any on Eddie's plate," Steve says.

Now that Eddie is actually paying attention, he realizes the dark sauce drizzled across their chicken is missing from his own. "Why don't I have any?" he asks, figuring it can't really be a nightshade sauce.

"You haven't worked your way up to nightshade yet," Fester explains, his eyes lighting up as he adds, "But don't worry! We're getting you started with just a dash of chalk in your rice."

Eddie blinks, glancing down at the half-eaten rice on his plate. He didn't notice anything weird about it, so maybe they're joking. But then he hears Debbie's put-upon sigh. "Fester, dear?"

"Yes, Pumpkin?"

"I'd make you sleep in the doghouse, but you'd just enjoy it."

"Eddie doesn't mind, I'm sure," Steve says, looking at Eddie with a smile that makes his heart speed up and his palms sweat. "It's okay if you do, though. Just be honest."

"I don't mind," Eddie replies, wondering where the words come from. If he'd been anywhere else, with anyone else, he'd definitely be losing his mind over a light poisoning. Somehow, though, he can't bring himself to be that upset about it. Maybe, if he tries hard enough, he'll even build enough of an immunity to kiss Steve when he's wearing that raspberry lip gloss.

The blinding smile he gets in return eases any lingering doubts he might have. Steve leans close enough for their shoulders to brush, Eddie's skin tingling through the fabric of his sleeve. "We Addams are experts at acclimating people to poisons. You'll be enjoying nightshade in no time," he says, his voice light and reassuring like Eddie was somehow impatient.

And then, without thinking, Eddie's eyes glance down at Steve's lips. They have a suspicious sheen to them, and Eddie's only half-certain he's not imagining the artificial raspberry scent. "What, uh, what about raspberries?" he asks, the words tumbling out before he can stop them.

If anything, Steve's smile just gets wider. "I'm sure we can figure something out," he replies, his tongue briefly swiping across his bottom lip.

Eddie looks away and grabs his glass, gulping down half the water inside before he says anything monumentally stupid in front of Steve's parents.

"Steve, stop torturing Eddie. You know that's dessert conversation," Debbie says, her voice light and breezy.

Steve sighs and pulls away. "Sorry," he says, not looking the least bit apologetic at all. In fact, he even glances at Eddie again and smiles, eyebrows raised slightly, and Eddie thinks he's about to die of thirst.

"Eddie," Fester says, mercifully giving him a reason to look away from Steve and try to gain some semblance of chill. "What are your interests?" Fester glances at Debbie, practically preening when she smiles and offers him a subtle, approving nod.

"Well, uh, music. I like heavy metal and play in a band. Dungeons and Dragons, too. I play that with my friends."

"Dungeons, you say?" Fester asks, suddenly looking more invested in the conversation. "What's your favorite kind? I'm partial to the French Revolution era dungeons myself."

"You just like the guillotines, Father," Steve says.

"Now that's an instrument of death. Nothing inspires fear like the glint of the blade in the sun, don't you think, Pumpkin?"

"Yes, dear, but you know I'm partial to electric chairs myself."

Steve leans closer again and says, "Mother nearly killed Father's family with electric chairs, you know."

"A splendid attempt it was," Fester adds, looking over with a bright smile.

Eddie glances between all of them, taking in their expressions and trying to figure out if they're being serious. He watches Debbie drag a carrot through dark sauce on her plate; he briefly looks into Fester's eyes and sees the manic joy lying in them; his heart speeds up at Steve's soft and contented smile. Eddie then glances around the dining room. He notes the shotgun placed on the wall with a little plaque beneath that reads "Attempt 12" in flourishing cursive. He looks at the window and sees the black, molded wood of the house next door. He thinks of Nox the spider and Kas the taxidermy rat and the ornate dagger and everything else he's found in his locker.

And he realizes something.

They're serious. They're all completely serious about everything. Steve and Fester weren't joking that first time he came over and they talked about the oven being big enough to fit him and a roast. Steve really has fought all of his siblings and was gifted a trident at his bar mitzvah. Pubert doesn't protect his kidneys.

Okay that last one maybe isn't as important, but it's one Eddie savors nonetheless.

He has two options here. One, he gets the hell out of dodge, makes some strained excuse to leave after dinner and avoids Steve in the hallways and hopes he doesn't wake up buried alive. Two, he embraces it, starts eating a little chalk with every meal, and lets Steve introduce him to whatever freaky shit will earn him another blinding smile.

"So, how did you two meet?" Eddie asks, looking at Fester and Debbie with a smile as he shovels more rice onto his fork.

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"I approve."

Steve blinks, and then his mother's words process, and he stands a little straighter. "That's good. Though, I would've been happy to follow in Romeo and Juliet's footsteps if you hadn't."

"You wouldn't even need poison," Fester says, his voice ringing from the kitchen as Steve helps his mother gather up dessert plates. "Just wear the raspberry stuff."

"No star-crossed suicides for you, mister," Debbie says, playfully tapping her finger against Steve's forehead. "Anyway, he's a very nice young man, and he adapted rather quick, don't you think?"

"He thought it was a joke before, but he doesn't think that now. And he didn't run away screaming!"

"Not that you would've minded, I suspect."

"Well, no," Steve agrees, flashing a grin as he puts the plates on the counter next to his father. He then pulls down Tupperware, ready to pack up the leftover chicken and rice.

"He seems like a tough nut to crack, but he's nearly there," Debbie says, leaning against the island with a thoughtful look. "I mean, he seemed ready to do whatever you said at the dinner table."

"Then why hasn't he done anything? Am I being too obvious? Should I play hot and cold?"

"No, I don't think that would work here."

"Just tell him," Fester suddenly says, looking at Steve as he washes a plate. "Wouldn't that be best?"

"Would it?" Steve asks.

Before Debbie can do more than snort derisively, Fester nods. "Just think about it, son. You tell him, but leave it all up to Eddie after that. He'll torture himself trying to build up the courage to even hold your hand, especially if you catch him when he's midway."

Steve can't help the way he lights up at the thought. "That's a great idea! Thanks, Father. I'm gonna go plan my confession right now," he says, disappearing from the kitchen not a moment later.

"When did you get so good at this?" Debbie asks, a little pride tinging her words. When Fester lights up, she decides to reward him that night with an extra ten minutes of cuddling before bed.

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And now, some memes:

[normal-internet-user]

shaking at a frequency that could shatter glass I know I've been here not too long ago, but. please.

h—headcanons..,, maybe...?? f-for.

Peepaw/Dad!Leo with an adopted child!reader...,, please...,... i-i need some Dad fluff with this tortuga. this overgrown hard-shell melon. this- this. (gestures vaguely) y'get me?

he's so Dad shaped. he's so fond and just radiates safety and warmth and affection and ugghhhghhh i just KNOW he'd be the best dad EVER. nay, he IS the best dad. (pseudo) sibling Casey attests to it.

(⁠ ⁠ꈨຶ⁠ ⁠˙̫̮⁠ ⁠ꈨຶ⁠ ⁠) i think i'm actually going to lose my mind . the Clan as uncles/godparents/aunties. grandpa splinter. sweet brother Casey. it takes a village to raise a kid, they say.

do you see my vision here mate? as always, only if you want to ☜⁠ ⁠(⁠↼⁠_⁠↼⁠) & if you do? just .. go ham. if anything strikes you, PUT IT IN THERE. I NEED TO HEAR IT FROM OTHER PEOPLE TOO . (/lh)

This seems appropriate to celebrate me finishing the Rise movie (I am still emotionally unwell this is me coping) I shall grant you headcanons my dearest darling /p

PEEPAW LEO AS AN ADOPTIVE FATHER

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Let me start this off by saying that this man-

This man is best dad.

He finds a lost child?

'Tis his child now.

You are his child now.

Casey?

He's ecstatic.

NEW SIBLING LES GO

Especially since you're younger than him,

(Not by much, maybe afew months)

Casey makes it his life mission to protect you at all costs.

His favorite thing to do is hold your hand and lead you around.

Leo is so so good at being a dad.

I mean look as CJ,

He's got this ok?

Feeling clingy?

He'll hold you until you want him to put you down.

Nightmares?

That's ok kiddo, come curl up next to Papa, he'll keep all those monsters away.

When you get older, you are not going anywhere without him, Casey, or anyone else.

It's not safe, and the same rule applies to CJ.

So you guys go on lots of scouting missions together.

You two may as well be twins, you never go anywhere without the other.

Sometimes, you and Casey will be sent to scout really last minute,

And Leo won't be notified until you two are gone.

Whenever this happens he gets super pissed off and worried because those are his kids,

He should be the one to give them clearence to leave,

Not some random officer who decided to send you two out.

If one of you ever comes back hurt,

God speed to whomever sent the two of you out.

Leo is mad.

Like, mad-mad.

So are April, Mikey, and Donnie.

Leo would literally fall apart if he lost you or Casey.

He swore to Cass that he'd protect Casey, and he promised himself he would keep you safe.

If he lost either of you he just might completely fall apart.

Leo's busy, he's running a resistance afterall,

So he can't keep eyes on you all the time.

That's why the Hamato's take turns.

Leo's in a meeting?

Let's meditate with Master Michelangelo.

Oh he's busy too?

Time to visit Uncle Tello's lab.

Can't find him?

Well where's Commander O'neil?

Can't find her either?

Welp, enjoy the meeting, cause you're stuck there now.

Play rock paper scissors or somethin idk.

If you're around before Splinter passes, he spends alot of time around you.

He's always wanted grandchildren, and he's going to cherish you,

Especially with the world in anarchy.

When you start losing people, it get's hard.

First it was Grandpa Splints,

Then it was Uncle Tello,

Then Auntie April...

Through it all Leo made sure you were ok.

You're just a kid, and you have to grow up in this hellscape?

You've never seen the blue sky, or normal rain,

And everyone you hold close is being ripped away.

That's not fair.

So he does everything he can to make sure you grow up safe and happy.

One of his favorite things to do was tell you and Casey stories of what the world used to be like.

Your favorite is when he describes the stars.

It sounds so amazingly beautiful, shimming lights like glitter sitting up in a blackish blue abyss.

Wow...

After the events of the movie, (you knew it was coming goddammit)

Your first request is to see the stars.

Which is pretty hard since New York is really bright like all the time.

So they took you and Casey to the docks where you would be able to see them best.

You looked up at the sky in absolute awe,

Papa's words would never do the stars justice.

After a minute, you broke down in tears.

It hurt, he promised to be the one to point out the constellations and his younger self doing it just wasn't the same.

Griefing is going to be a really big thing post movie.

In the future, you never really had the chance.

Everything happened so quickly and anytime wasted on griefing could have been a death sentence.

But now, you don't have to watch every corner, you don't have to wake up in fear you'll be alone.

So you grief.

You grief your family, and Casey does too.

Sure, technically they're right outside your room.

But it's not them.

They didn't raise you.

When Leo sends you and Casey back in time,

You took it much worse than Casey, who was focused on completeing the mission.

Sure, you wanted to stop the Kraang too,

But you missed your dad...

So when you find your family's past selves,

And Leo is being so...

Reckless,

You're angry.

Really angry.

Never in your life had your father acted this way, and Casey needlessly boosting his ego 30 seconds into knowing him wasn't helping.

Through out the movie, Casey needs to remind himself that this Leo isn't your Leo.

You have absolutely no trouble with that.

You come across as cold and angry, which worries your brother since you've never been like this before.

The others just assume you're always that way.

But you're not,

And acting like this makes you hate yourself.

You're grappling with the loss of your dad, and the fact that you might fail to do what you were sent here to in the first place.

Casey pulls you aside and gives you a talk.

He understands that your hurting,

He is too,

But this isn't about the two of you.

This is about saving the world and stopping the Kraang.

After that, you can hurt all you want.

That talk ended with you sobbing into Casey's shoulder, practically collapsing to the ground while you clinged to him and begged him not to leave you too.

Aight imma hit ya with the sandwich technique.

Fluff, angst, fluff.

Boom.

When you were a kid,

You had a habit of collecting anything shiny.

Old coins, jewelry, even just shiny rocks.

If it glimmered, you wanted it.

So whenever Leo had to leave the base, he always came back with something shiny for you to add to your hoarde.

He liked to compare you to a crow, and you asked what a crow was.

Right, raised in the apocolypse.

Sure there were plenty of birds around,

But they weren't.... normal.

So Leo explained what a crow was, and that they liked to collect shiny things.

You understood, but you wanted to know what one looked like,

So you went to Uncle Tello and asked if he could show you what a crow looks like.

He showed you, and immediatly you took to the comparison proudly.

You were like a crow!

Mikey liked to put on little shows for you and all the other children that lived in the base.

Making animals and such out of his ninpo.

Your favorite were the birds, the rabbits too.

But the best was the butterflies, which he also used to help you and Casey fall asleep.

They'd flutter around you room kinda like a nightlight.

I also like to imagine that when you and Casey start scouting, you get in trouble for fucking around.

Mostly making stupid bets for your shiny things.

Casey would collect shiny things just to make these bets.

Usually it was simple stuff, like who can throw a rock the farthest,

But even stuff like that could get both of you killed.

Neither of you really listened until one day,

You're making your bet like usual,

And the building you were scouting out wasn't as empty as you thought.

The two of you nearly fell to your deaths, luckily Casey managed to grapple the two of you to safety.

But after that, you had a major fear of heights, and Leo didn't let the two of you out of his sight for a while.

He made sure to scold the two of you when you returned that day,

Before hugging you and telling you how scared he was for a second.

Leo has no problem with you and Casey being included in meetings,

Honestly he prefers it.

If you two are gonna go running around scouting, you should know what's going on.

You'll have the occasional adult who thinks you and Casey are incompitent because of your age,

And that you shouldn't participate in meetings.

But Leo puts that to rest pretty quickly.

"If they can go out, and risk their lives on missions, they can attend the meetings." He'd say.

Leo loves you with his heart and soul.

If anything happened to you, he'd fall apart.

Sometimes he just needs you to have little sleepovers with him, that way he knows you're safe and sound.

He just wants to protect you.

You're his kid,

And he loves you

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I wrote this while listening to anarchy by egg, and damn that song fits.

This one is LONG that's my bad, I got alittle carried away :^

[lixie-phoria]

ੈ✩‧ 🎀🩰 ➛ everything's going to be okay

genre : fluff, angst with a happy ending

warnings : descriptions of parental neglect

an : not my best writing :/ (+ his brother's name is haru)

lee know had been so excited. he'd been ecstatic, in fact, when his parents broke the news to the two of you. he loved you with all his heart, so finding out he was having another sibling sent him on cloud 9.

until he wasn't so excited anymore.

his younger brother was everything; the most adorable little baby he had ever seen. but he was a lot of work.

lee know remembers coming home from school one day, the widest grin stretched across his face as he ran up the stairs, with you just barely managing to keep up.

"omma! look!"

"shhh, not now."

he skid to a stop at the door frame, watching his mother rock his brother's cradle, trying to put the crying baby to sleep.

"but i have something to tell you."

"later, minho. can't you see i'm busy?"

the excitement drained out of him, but he nodded nonetheless.

it's ok. his younger brother needed to be looked after right now. he could tell her some other time.

he managed a small smile as you clutched onto his hand from behind, leading him away from the scene.

"it's ok," you mumbled softly, jumping over the toys scattered across the floor.

"but i was so excited to tell her about the dance competition," he grumbled, letting out a yelp as his foot landed on a lego and he was immediately shushed again.

"i know."

minho's eyes searched the audience for any familiar face. his spirits plummeted when he couldn't find any.

they had promised. his parents had given him their word. they said they would make it. then why weren't they here?

it was the dance competition. the same one he'd been so excited about. the same competition he'd been talking about for over two weeks. but somehow his parents seemed to have forgotten.

he had to ask a friend's mother for a lift home that night.

"minho-ah, you did so well!"

his ears perked up when his mother greeted him at the door, ruffling his hair.

"you were there?"

"of course! i wouldn't miss your performance for anything."

"why didn't i see you at the end of the program?"

"we had to come home early because of your father's work."

oh. maybe he had been overreacting, after all.

"did you like the cart wheel i did?"

"yes! you made me so proud."

nevermind.

the seven year old tried to smile as genuinely as he could, but gods he felt terrible. there had been no cart wheel. his mother had lied.

that night he tried to be as quiet as possible as he cried into his pillow, but when he heard your soft footsteps padding across the hallway towards his room, he sighed.

"oppa?"

"go away."

you were his younger sister. he didn't want you seeing him like this. but you slid into the covers beside his anyways, staring at him with sad, innocent eyes.

"i really wanted to watch you perform," you whispered in the silence of the night.

"then why didn't any of you come?"

"omma got busy. haru was having one of his tantrums again, it took all 3 of us to calm him down."

"oh."

lee know felt terrible. partly because he had really wanted his family to be there for his performance, and partly because in that moment he couldn't help but wish that his parents had never decided to have another kid. he loved his baby brother, but everyday he felt like his parents were slipping away from his grasp. things had never been like this when you were a baby.

"i'm sorry," you mumbled. "i know you did well. you always do."

minho hoped his smile was convincing enough as he reached across his pillow to link your hands together.

"thanks, y/n."

"but i want to have a party!"

"your brother is sick! how can you think about a birthday party at a time like this?"

the seven year old furiously wiped the tears from his eyes.

it was his eighth birthday. he wanted to have a birthday party like any normal kid his age. he wanted to call over his friends. he wanted to cut a cake and blow out the candles. he wanted people to sing for him as he cut into the cake. he wanted his old life back.

"but-"

"you can have a birthday party next year. no more discussion on this."

the boy didn't have it in him to fight back anymore. he ran back to his room, sobbing at how unfair his parents were being.

when he slammed the door shut, he wasn't surprised to see you sitting on his bed. this had happened more times than he could count over the past few weeks.

he would fight with his parents. they would send him back to his room. he would cry. you would comfort him. repeat.

"oppa-"

"why are they acting like this?"

he knew the answer just as well as you did.

haru. your younger brother haru.

minho knew bringing up a child was not easy. it was stressful. it wasn't entirely his parents fault. but he just wanted things to go back to how they were before. back when he could hold the attention of his parents for longer than just a few minutes.

"the two of us can go for ice cream instead?" you suggested, making space for him as he climbed into the bed.

"if they let us."

"they will."

he looked down to see you staring back at him determinedly.

"and if they don't, we will sneak out. it's your eighth birthday and we have to celebrate!"

"look at you. already becoming rebellious, huh?"

hearing you giggle made him feel better. only a little bit, but better nonetheless.

when he woke up the day after tomorrow, freshly turned eight, you were the first to wish him, running into his arms the second he stepped out of his room, a hand-made card clutched in your fist.

"i made you a card!"

minho smiled at the little cats you had drawn, the banner you had neatly scrawled happy birthday in and the chocolate taped inside.

"you're welcome!" you yelled, not waiting for his acknowledgement and ignoring your mother who shushed at you.

and somehow, minho felt lighter. he could feel a genuine smile pulling at his lips for the first time in months as he stared at your excited face.

yes, things were hard right now. yes, it would take some time before they would go back to normal.

but if you were trying, despite being in the same position as him, then he decided he would too.

he had you, and that made everything better.

©lixie-phoria, 2023

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[quantum1mmortality]

Can we get more vampire raiden..🥺

Mayhaps

Tw/cw: same shit as Kung Lao different character, AFAB reader warning tho

Not proofread

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Would definitely be the younger vampire out of him and Kung Lao. I feel as though Kung Lao most likely was the one that turned him

Raiden would be an even sweeter lover than Kung Lao. He'd try his best to go to cafés with you but he'd end up hurting himself because of the sun :( thats why doordash exists tho!

Hes very much into love making as well, I feel like he'd love shower sex too. Like imagine you guys just got done a long session of 4 rounds. Your body is limp and Raiden is carrying you in the shower, washing you and telling you how good you did.

Suddenly he looks up at you with nothing but lust in his eyes. He tells you how badly he needs you, begs you to go for just one more round. If you aren't up for it, he won't push you, he'd never. But if you are, he'll be taking you on the shower floor right then and there.

I think the main reason he likes shower sex is because every sound made echoes. Your moaning, whimpering, skin slapping against skin, everything echoes and he loves it.

Unlike Kung Lao, he will make small nibbles throughout your body during sex. He'd absolutely draw small amounts of blood, lapping at them and his eyes rolling into the back of his skull when he does.

He'd be obsessed with marking you, whether it be visible or not. He'd make small bite marks on the inside of your thighs, your chest, neck, anywhere you want them.

He'd also go insane over period sex. Everything about it turns him on. He'd cum instantly if you told him you were in your period. It gets to the point where he sometimes wishes you had it everyday and not just once a month.

He usually fucks into the mattress while eating you out, trying his best to cum with you. Instead of buying you ice cream after period sex I think he'd make you pancakes. Chocolate chip pancakes, to be specific.

He will penetrate you during your period. If you beg him, he'd instantly shove his cock inside you, holding onto you as if you'll drift from his grasp. He gets lightheaded when he sees the ring of cum and blood around his cock, feeling like he's in heaven.

He'd definitely be a virgin when you two meet. I feel like you guys would meet through Kung Lao and he'd be a wingman for Raiden. The first time you guys have sex he bottoms

He would be a HUGE masochist as a vampire. If you were to bite him to the point of drawing blood during sex, he'd let out such a huge moan. I'm talking house shaking type shit.

Don't even get me STARTED on the way this man is CONSTANTLY begging for a CRUMB of pussy. Completely insatiable. He'd eat you for breakfast, lunch, and dinner if he could.

Before you guys got together, he'd definitely be fantasizing about what your blood tastes like. Is it sweet? Is it bitter? These are questions he needed to know but didn't have the answers to, and they were driving him insane.

He'd masturbate so much to the thought of you, moaning out your name as he edged himself to the brink of breaking. Would you edge him? How gentle would you be? His mind would be rushing with thoughts, quicker than what he could keep up with.

When you guys have sex for the first time, he has you ride him, simply so he can enjoy the view. He'd absolutely be guiding you, bouncing you up and down on his cock with his hands on your hips. If you were a virgin too, he'd be ecstatic about it first of all, second of all he'd be so excited to see if you bleed. Not in a douche way, he would rather die than hurt you, he just wants to be able to eat you out afterwards.

He wouldn't be like Kung Lao, he doesn't eat people. He's on a strict diet of small drops of specifically your blood. He is a strong believer that you make him stronger, that you're all he needs to succeed, so he makes it a point to be able to live off of you.

Vampires like him can't exactly starve to death. They can go centuries without without eating, even longer. But it's very hard for them to resist the temptations to eat if there is the smell of blood nearby.

Raiden has made his body used to only small amounts of blood, being able to utilize it to the best of his abilities. He usually only sucks on your blood during sex, and because of his insatiability, you guys often spend the entire day making love with the nights being full of stargazing or movie watching.

He tries his best to take care of you, buying you food and clothes while you sleep. He makes you every meal and doesn't expect anything in return. During the day, you need to keep the blinds closed, but he is more than willing to keep them open at night.

You guys take walks on the beach a lot. He loves seeing you in sundresses as he slow dances with you in the moon light on the beach. You make him feel so alive, to the point where he sometimes cries because of how happy you make him.

He'd trace his hands all over your body, digging his hands into your side as he holds you in a tight hug, whispering to you about how happy you make him.

Kung Lao DEFINITELY taught him how to treat a woman, it's one of the main reasons he's so soft with you.

He'd also probably be into you lactating... Like, he'd say it's high in protein and tbf a big boy like him needs protein!

He'd definitely be sucking on titties at every chance he gets dude I swear

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A/n: third fic I've posted of the day guys how we feelin

[dozing-marshmallow]

helloo!! i saw that your requests were open and wokred up the coruage to send in a request :] i rarely see chris mclean x readers (despite him being a fan favorite, methinks) and i kinda wanted to see if you could write hcs of him x a young nibling!reader who participates in tdi? (nibling is the gender neutral term for niece/nephew - since i want a nonbinary/gn reader :])

basically having to do with anything; basic interaction between reader and chris, his reaction or what he'd do if reader got hurt, etc. ty!! :]

Hello there!! Thank you so much for the request, it turned out a lot more wholesome than I expected! And yeahh I agree with you there that there isn’t a lot of Chris McLean content despite the large number of people appearing to like him in the fandom which hurtss ;A; but nonetheless! I hope this makes an enjoyable read, and that you feel more welcomed to send in future requests <3

CHRIS MCLEAN X NIBLING! READER HEADCANONS

Ever since you were younger, you always had a strong bond with your uncle, and were always excited whenever he came over.

However, there was never a time where you went over to his place, since he was always busy.

Up until this summer, where Chris got the job hosting a brand new reality show where teenagers would compete in challenges in hopes to win a large amount of money.

After talking with your parents, your uncle was ecstatic to announce that you were going to spend the holidays with him on the show.

It felt like preparing for a sleepover! You had to pack everything you’d need for the two months: your pyjamas, your toothbrush, a variety of clothes, your portable movie player, (naturally) some movies and your mountie stuffed bear.

“Be careful when you get there, (Y/N)! My brother always had a bit of crazy in him.” Your mother advised, kissing you goodbye and watching you get on the boat for Camp Wawanakwa.

“Uncle Chris!” You called out to him, seeing him wave at you from the dock. Frantically, you wave back.

“(Y/N), welcome!” He ebulliently greeted you, helping you out of the boat. Once you got on the same ground as him, you share a hug before he walks you down the island, rolling your suitcase for you.

“Are they recording yet?” You asked, looking around. It’s so big!

“Not yet, we will be in fifteen minutes!”

“Is this...where we’re staying?” You didn’t want to be rude, but the island wasn’t as tropical or as vibrant as Chris made out to be.

“Nope! It’s where they’re staying.” He laughed, referring to the teenagers,“We’ll be staying at my crib that’s just around the corner.”

Upon learning that Chris McLean was an uncle, the campers were keen on leaving a good impression on you, especially since what you thought of them actually did play a role on their chances in the competition.

It goes without saying, there were some foul people that painfully obviously wanted to use this kin as a tool for themselves. Exhibit A:

“Hey kiiiid.” Heather came over to you during her free period. The smile she had on her face was too kind to be true. You’re also sure she forgot your name,“Really cute pair of overalls you’ve-“

You pause your movie,“What do you need?”

Ah, cut to the chase,“Listen. You know all the challenges that Chris has in store for us, right?”

“Mhmm! Gross stuff.” 

She leans on your chair, intrigued,“What do you want in exchange of helping me win immunity?”

This was precious. She’s asking you for help. You place a finger to your chin, thinking carefully,“Hmm... A pony!”

Her nose wrinkles,“Ah...not that.”

“But that’s the only thing I don’t have yet...” you whine. So much for negotiation!

“Why not something more realistic? Like...” she struggled to think of something appealing to give you from her conditions,“Ugh you know what, forget it. Just forget it.”

Good riddance! Let’s look at an example where a camper was in your favour.

It was dinner time and the contestants were stuck eating their questionable sloop.

Using Chris’ pointed attention on Chef, you snuck out into the mess hall and crawled under the table of the Screaming Gophers.

“Psst. Leshawna.” You tugged at her shirt from underneath.

“(Y/N)?” She keeps her voice low, peering down at you,“What are you doing there, baby?” Leshawna was always so nice to you- and not because she wanted an advantage, but because that’s who she is.

That’s why you decided to do this for her,“I wanted to give you some of what we’re having.” You place a wrapped up burger and an ice cream tub on her lap, resulting her to internally squeal and cover her face’s lower half in joy.

“For me?! Oh, you’re an angel... Thank you, sweetie!” She gushes, squeezing your cheeks, amazingly attaining a low voice.

Also there was no reason for you to be sneaky: Chris would’ve allowed you to treat your favourites overtly if it meant hostility could grow among them. You knew that- you just enjoyed feeling like a spy.

Which would have consequences for getting your forehead grazed and knee scraped later: like any kid, you wanted to explore around your new environment; not during the day when everyone would be awake, that’s no fun, but when the sky was mixed with tangerines and blueberries.

You made sure Chris was still sleeping, for no adventure could be fun if someone knew exactly where you were going.

Putting on your wellington boots, you left through the back door of his mansion and embarked into the woods, humming, singing, throwing your stuffed bear in the air and catching it as it came back down.

All was going well, until a sudden blast of an air horn terrified you out of your skin. With the ground shaking, you lose balance and fall into a pile of leaves. To your horror, you discover your stuffed bear not landing with you, but rolling off the hill.

Urgently, you leap to your feet and was smart enough to know you were approaching the edge- a wrongly timed tree root thought differently, leading you to roll too. Bluntly.

“Ow...ow...ow!”

For what felt like ages, you finally came to be stationary and in dizzy vision, you saw your intact teddy bear in front of you.

You would’ve cheered, but your suspiciously wet forehead contracted your arm, seeing the freshly imprinted red on your palm reminding your consciousness of a similar sensation on your knee,“Ohhh that’s not good...”

“Hey Chef... Do you know where (Y/N) is?”

“(Y/N)? I thought you had ‘em.”

Chris’ instinctive worry quickly morphed into nonchalance once he heard your tale, but was still willing to bandage you,“You had me all worried just for that to be the case?”

“Are you mad at me?”

“Did you have fun?” He asked, cleaning your knee.

“I did.”

“Then you’re spared. You gotta be more careful though. If it was anything more serious, your parents will never let you into my hands again.”

Really? Over this?,“Ohhh, but I’m fine! I’m still alive, aren’t I?”

“Haha, you’re lucky you’re not my child.” He joked in response,“Alsoooo, while we’re on the topic of home, they called.” He walks over to his drawer and extracts a dreadfully familiar booklet, smirking at you,“Looks like someone forgot to pack their summer homework.”

You groaned,“Nooo... Why did you show me that? I thought I was on holiday, aren’t I meant to relax?”

Chris chuckled, shrugging,“Education is the scam of the century, (Y/N)! You’ll get used to it.”

“No faiiiir. I’m a kid! I should get to be on holiday forever!” You protested.

“Shouldn’t we all? Sadly, it’s one of those yucky things of life.” He wears a mocking melancholic look.

You blow a raspberry,“More like the yuckiest! Why does school have to exist in the first place? It’s sooo boring!”

“We can all agree with you there, my dear child,” He rubs your head in pity.

You tittered,“You’re the coolest, uncle Chris! If I said that back home, mom wouldn’t let me watch tv for the rest of the day.”

He laughs with you,“She was never the fun one in the family.” He goes serious,“Don’t tell her I said that, or else you won’t be the only one with an injury.”

“Got it!”

After Chris was done patching you up, you take the booklet outside, sulkily murmuring,“Nghh... I don’t wanna do this...”

Courtney happened to be nearby when she heard your dilemma,“Hey (Y- What happened to you? Are you alright?” Her concern real.

“I’m fine...”

“Aw! Poor thing. You can’t do homework when you’re unwell! Want me to help you?” She offered...to do algebra?

“Sure! It’s one of my best suits, especially as a CIT!” She enthusiastically seizes your booklet from your hand and immediately starts answering the first page. You watch in bewilderment.

She’s so smart...! Like a robot!

“(Y/N)? Any camper you want to give invincibility to tonight?” Your uncle asked with a smile.

“Uh... I really like Gwen, but I also like Leshawna...” you sheepishly selected.

Keeping his smile, he turned to said campers and threw both of them a marshmallow.

“That’s my buddy!” Leshawna cheered.

“Thanks (Y/N)!” Gwen’s sweet smile tainted ruthlessly to Heather.

“Brat.”

It was funny seeing Heather get annoyed.

After the week’s elimination ceremony, you gave Chris a toothy grin,“Unnnncle, wanna play uno with me?”

“You bet I do! Wanna invite Chef?” He asked, taking your hand.

“Yeah!”

[misseviehyde]

SYN-SKIN

It was a year since we had moved away from the USA to escape the toxic culture of our education system. The cliques and female led bullying I had experienced had nearly destroyed me. Here in the UK things were not perfect, but they didn't seem to have toxic cheerleaders and impossible beauty standards to live up to.

My mental health had improved, but my younger brothers had worsened. He missed the USA and his friends. Timmy seemed to resent me as a result and blamed me entirely for the move. He seemed to believe if I could learn to fit in better at school we could return to the USA.

One day I came home to find my brother excitedly awaiting to show me something. It was a syn-skin, a synthetic bodysuit he'd been working on. He'd used genetic samples from blonde hair that belonged to my former bullies to grow it.

"Put this on and you can be just as beautiful as your bullies. We can move back home!"

He held out the skin to show me it's tight smooth white flesh, silky blonde hair and eerily beautiful features. She... it... looked just like one of the evil girls who used to really torment me. I was immediately triggered.

"Timmy - please, I don't want to be like those horrible girls. I'm not going to wear that thing."

Grabbing the skin Timmy screamed in rage. "You bitch - I did all this for you. I want to go home! Why don't you want to be more beautiful?"

I watched him go with a deep sadness. I felt bad for my brother and I hoped he would be okay. In hindsight perhaps I should have realised what would happen next.

******

I woke up early the next morning to strange sounds next door in my brothers room. I thought I could hear moans and squeals and a wet 'thwap, thwap' sound.

Blinking in the half light of morning I could see my underwear drawer had been left open. Someone had been in my room whilst I slept and gone through my things!

Walking over to my drawer, I blushed as I remembered it was where I kept my dildo hidden. Had Timmy been through my things?

Thwap, thwap, thwap.

The dildo was gone! I quietly went to open my door and snuck out into the corrider. The door to Timmy's room was open a crack and I put my eye there to see inside.

A beautiful blonde girl the same age as me lay on the bed. Her perfect face was a mask of ecstasy and the sheets were drenched by the puddle of juices leaking out of her tight pussy as she fucked herself with my dildo.

"Yessss mmmmmh fuck yesss!"

Thwap, thwap, thwap.

Her smooth legs were spread wide as she sat frog legged - her pussy stretched nicely out for maximum pleasure. Round perky titties - bigger than mine - bounced on her chest and long manicured fingers worked at her nipples and rubbed to arouse her body.

Soft pink lips moaned in an ecstatic pout as my brother fucked himself like a little whore in the syn-skin. His voice was now high pitched and girly and suddenly the doe-like brown eyes opened to regard me bitchily.

"Oh hey loser, mmmmhhhhh enjoying the show?" Uncaring of my scrutiny - Timmy continued to fuck his cunt - lewdly smiling as he plunged my dildo in and out and his super tight pussy lips gripped every inch.

"If you won't like wear the skin, it like seems a waste not to totally wear it. I like being a girl. Mmmh no... in fact I like being a bully! So I'm gonna make your life fucking miserable till we can move back home! Ahhhh fuck yesssss!"

Timmy began to cum and pulling the dildo out he rubbed his new clit till with a scream he began to squirt and spray pussy juices all over his bed. "Ahhhhh ohhhh fuckkk YESSS!"

Lewdly licking the juices from my dildo he tossed it to one side. "You won't be wanting that back will you loser? Oh and from now on you and everyone else can call me Tina."

****

Timmy refused to remove the skin and Mom and Dad reluctantly accepted they now had two daughters.

At least reluctantly at first.

Tina knew my Mom and Dad had always found me difficult to deal with and had also privately resented me a little for all the sacrifices they had to make for me.

She now began to present herself as the model, ideal daughter and was soon quickly winning them over. Breakfast in bed, high scores at school, offering to be helpful.

Tina even began going shopping with Mom, something I had always hated, and she insisted on going to see sports with my Dad. Soon she had them both twisted round her little finger.

Soon they had fallen under her spell and I watched in increasing disbelief as they stopped insisting Timmy take off the skin and instead began to help with his new life.

They gave Tina an allowance and helped her buy the clothes and makeup she wanted.

At the same time Tina was working hard at school to change things. After some initial reluctance the school permitted Tina to move up years to my class and have a new identity accepted. She quickly ingratiated herself with some of the prettier girls in my class and then began to change them.

The girls were easily influenced by the cool and confident American, who told them stories about American schools and soon had them convinced that they deserved to form a clique with her.

Sucking up to the teachers, Tina and her girls created a climate of division and fear and had soon established themselves as 'The Popular Girls.'

All the boys wanted to date them and all the girls were scared of them. Tina was a two-faced bitch. All the adults thought she was wonderful and kind, but she was actually a pyschotic little bitch who bullied and mocked others.

The entire culture of the school twisted and transformed and soon Tina and her cronies were bullying me so badly I was back in a dark place.

My parents refused to believe Tina was my bully. She played the innocent at home, even turning them against me.

"Mom... Dad... I keep trying to help her, believe me - but she's just deliberately awkward. I think she likes being difficult and loves the attention claiming to be a victim brings her. Let's be honest - she's never been grateful for the sacrifices we've all made."

***

I became depressed. I refused to go to school. My formerly supportive parents became frustrated with me.

Why couldn't I be more like Tina? Why was I being so awkward? Why was I constantly telling lies about my sister?

Tina had my parents and school convinced I was a fantasist and a liar. An attention seeker who accused anyone I didn't like of being a bully.

"We've had enough," they announced one day. "We're moving back to the USA."

Tina came to visit me soon after with a triumphant smirk on her pretty face. I couldn't believe how feminine she was.

Blonde styled hair and sunglasses, a plunging white dress that showed off her tits, high heels and perfect makeup. Earrings jangled from her lobes and her bitchy lip-glossed lips curved into a cruel smile as she observed me.

"You got what you wanted Timmy. You can go back to normal now," I sobbed.

"Haha, no thanks sis. I'm gonna stay as Tina. I think I'll fit right in at school when we move back as a popular girl. I can't wait to become a cheerleader and date hot boys. You can watch me become even more popular than I am here as I bully you more."

"No... why are doing this to me?" I sobbed.

"Haha because it's fun," giggled Tina. "Never forget this could have been you inside this skin, but you were too fucking pathetic. Now I'm the sister you never wanted and I'm here to stay."

I watched Tina walk away with a strut and realised there was nothing left of my brother inside that perfect shell.

He had become the syn-skin...

THE END

[strayflowersstarsandlove]

𝙴𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚆𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚞𝚝 - a Han Jisung short au!fanfic

PART 2

💫PART 3💫

Minho rolls his eyes and scoots closer to him, "clearly I overestimated just how far you're willing to go for her. And how much you want to fix your sorry heart. No, I did not enjoy it in that sense. She's pretty and she's nice to kiss but I didn't do that to spite you, I did that so Yongbokie wouldn't. The bottle was pointing at him, it was clear as day. I tried to signal that to you back then, I was trying to help".

Han sighs and aknowledges his friend with a little nod, "thank you? I guess?", he replies half heartedly, which only irks Minho, "Hannie you really don't understand do you?", "were you expecting me to giggle and kick my feet in excitement over it? Like yeah, my best friend made out with the girl I'm fucking in love with so my other best friend wouldn't! Yay so fucking awesome, I'm ecstatic", he spits out in a mocking tone, trying to keep his voice as low and quiet as possible despite the annoyance lacing his words.

His older friend grunts and pinches the bridge of his nose, breathing out frustratedly, "would you have rather witnessed them kissing and her possibly realizing that her long time closest friend is actually the one she needed all along? It's a tale as old as time, if you don't act upon it, she's going to move on, she might already have. She's pretty, she's kind, she's smart. She got plenty of options".

Han shifts uncomfortably and inhales deeply, his head pounding, his heart aching, he knows his friend is trying to help but the harsh reality of his words still stings. "I don't think Felix is ever going to confess, he confronted me about it when me and her kissed and he was crying, not even over the fact itself but because he felt hopeless, he knows she sees him as a friend, I highly doubt he'd rather lose her completely instead of keeping her around, even if it's not romantically", he tries to reason. More as a way to reassure himself, though.

Deep down he knows things might have changed ever since that day and that you and his friend could have gotten closer with the way he had inadvertently pushed you right into his arms by pretending to not have meant it when he made his move on you.

Minho snickers softly and turns on his back, his eyes flittering shut, his body going progressively lax, "who says I'm talking about her necessarily moving on with HIM?". His sentence trails off in the air and for a second Han believes he fell asleep.

Everybody around them had gone completely quiet, not even the flashing colorful lights on Felix's phone were on anymore. "Hyung?", Han tries to get his friend's attention once, and when he gets no response he props himself up on his elbow and taps Minho on his shoulder, "hyung? Who are you talking about? Is it you? Are you actually into her?".

Minho snorts and gently pushes him off, "you pabo, no. I already told you so, not my type. But I saw her cozying up to Hyunjin earlier. Like I said, plenty of options. Even if it's not one of us, she's going to find someone else, eventually. That's why you should act now, if you're really after her".

The younger chestnut brunette ponders for a second, a million different scenarios already unravelling in his brain. He bites the inside of his cheek and sighs, "I really like her, hyung. I wish I could get her back, if she would take me, of course. But I can't do that to Felix, I almost ruined my friendship with him once".

Minho hums and takes a deep breath,feeling oh so sleepy but still willing to be there for his friend, "I get it. He has a very tender heart and gets hurt easily, you care about him, we all do. But do you actually think this is better for him in the long run? The both of you painfully pining over the same person but not doing anything until it might be too late,him not even being aware of your feelings for her …".

Han turns on his side, his back facing Minho, he looks over at you, blissfully asleep in a tangle with Felix, he remains silent, listening to the sound of his heart breaking. "At the end of the day nobody's winning, Hannie. You're lovesick, he's lovesick, she's oblivious. He might never act upon it and never move on. Is that what you want to do for the rest of your life as well? Admire her from a distance? Nobody deserves her more than the other, it's up to her. But you're both unknowingly hurting each other. It's just a matter of who's going to stop this vicious cycle first".

When Han doesn't reply for a few seconds, Minho rolls on his side a slings an arm over him, pulling him closer to his chest, "get some rest, don't think too much about it now. Whatever it is in your head, sleep it over", he murmurs softly, his whispery voice just barely audible.

"Hyung…do you think it's fair of me to try and pursue her despite knowing how Felix feels?". Han speaks after a while, his eyes running up and down your spine as he watches you cling to his blue haired friend.

His hyung sighs deeply, fighting off the last bit of strength left in his body and his mind, his eyes already shut, ready to sleep: "I don't know what's fair, Hannie. All I know is that neither of you are doing enough to be with her…though looking at her now … That might be wrong…", he trails off, Morpheus pulling him deeper and deeper into his slumber. "Why would that be wrong?", "cause you're here, sleeping with me. And look who is she cuddling with".

Felix is lovely to snuggle up to, really. But the man is also a human furnace. You squeeze your eyelids together and press the back of your hands onto your warm cheeks. You are too warm. You find them a little damp, a thin layer of perspiration beading your forehead too, your whole lower body all warm and fuzzy and numb from the position you fell asleep in.

You don't even remember falling asleep in the first place, you were just watching silly videos on Felix's phone and at one point your eyelids felt too droopy to keep your eyes open and you must have succumbed without even realizing it.

Slowly, carefully, you peel yourself off of the sleeping figure of your best friend, the look on his face so angelic and serene, pouty lips and slightly scrunched up nose sinking into the side of the pillow underneath him. Your hands tap around the surface beneath you until you find a comfortable,cooler spot to roll over to. You refuse to open your eyes fully, not wanting to loose that hazy, sweet state that's between sleepiness and wakefulness, and you unawarely bump into something hard, the impact startling you awake.

Mmh..?", Han rolls on his back and then on his side, partially invading your new found space,bleary eyed as he searches for the reason his already troubled sleep got interrupted, he comes face to face with you: "hey ... Y-you okay?", he mumbles softly, his voice so low and gentle you can barely hear him, "yeah-yeah sorry. Didn't see you there", you aplogize quickly, your body recoiling in itself as if you just got burned.

"Lixy's too warm isn't he", Han blinks a few times, heavy eyelids threatening to remain shut with every flutter of his long straight eyelashes. You're not sure why he's even trying to conversate right now, but you're a little too tired and too drowsy to mind it that much, you nod and stretch tour lips into a small smile, "you're cold though, usually", he continues, his voice raspy and low, just above a whisper.

Something about it makes your lower abdomen sizzle. Also something about the straightforwardness he speaks in makes you think he might not be referring only to your over all body temperature. "I could say the same to you", you whisper back, a slight bite in your tone.

Han smirks, his eyes looking a little more open and awake now, "that's true". He pauses. Brown orbs searching your tired face, it makes you feel exposed. Even though you're fully clothed in one of your old jumpers and pijama shorts, you feel as if he's looking through you. It also makes you suddenly realize just how close you're laying together, how he could take one too many breathes and be just a few inches away from your face.

"Do two cold people make a warm one?", he breathes, "I'm not sure, they'd probably disintegrate first. Or melt. Into each other". You have no idea what you're saying. The lack of sleep is talking for you, the intense gaze in his eyes playing tricks on your not fully awake brain. "I think they'd melt too". Han looks down at your lips briefly, the flick so quick you might have missed it if you blinked at the wrong time.

The slight thump in your chest though, that you couldn't have missed even if you tried to. Your eyes are trained to his, and for the first time in years you feel as if time between you never passed. As if that quickening in your heart was always there, like it never slowed down, numbed itself out so you would stop longing for him. A flicker, a tiny thing kindling against your ribcage. Click.

It happens in slow motion at first,as if you're watching a black and white film roll out before you eyes. And you're the protagonist but you're also looking at it from the audience. Him scooting closer, your breath stopping short in your mouth before you can exhale.

And then it kinda feels like a car crash.

🥀PART 4

[rubin-therubix-loverofblorbos]

Hey. Repressed Effeminine Soldier. When he was younger {around 13}, his father caught him wearing his mother's dresses and trying on her makeup. It ended with the top half of his face being pressed against a 450-degree stovetop, his mother being murdered trying to get his father off of him, and his father committing suicide in under half an hour.

He displayed a multitude of mental issues and brain damage symptoms after, getting sent to a mental ward. He used to be a very intelligent young man and had a great future ahead of him up until then, as he developed long-term memory loss and other mental disabilities.

Cut to now, Pyro has painted everybody's nails in the team but his, and sometimes along the road he caves, on one condition, "It has to be in the colors of THE GREAT AMERICAN FLAG, OR SO HELP ME I'LL SNAP YOUR NECK, TOASTY JIM!" and 'Toasty Jim' complies. After they finished, Soldier nearly started crying before asking them if they could do anything else. To put it in words, Pyro is ecstatic and attempts to do his whole face, but The helmet is getting in the way. Soldier reluctantly takes it off and Pyro nearly jumps for joy. "You look like me! You look like me!" the muffles being just coherent enough for once.

Time skip, Soldier has been sitting there for hours, frozen like a deer in headlights, trying so hard not to grin like a maniac. Pyro's finally done and asks if he wants anything else, to which Soldier asks if they have any dresses his size in their closet. Pyro is a large person, but not as tall as Jane, but they don't see why they can't try. It's old and raggedy and stretched out, but Pyro comes back with a dress probably just big enough. Soldier lights up, so much it's almost physically blinding, and he puts it on.

He stumbles out of Pyro's room, afraid of ridicule and that he'd be strung up by his balls or some shit, but instead, he's met with a few quiet well-meaning chortles and comments about how the dress fit, followed by relentless compliments, and their right, the dress not only looks like it hurts, it's near excruciating, but somehow, he'd never felt better,

[hannahmanderr]

ACTUALLY WAIT I ASKED FOR DANNY AND DAMON SO I ALSO HAVE TO ASK FOR VALERIE AND JACK AND MADDIE to make it fair 😌

(affectionately calling this Duly Deputized Hunting)

part 1 ~ part 2 ~ part 3

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"So!" Jack clapped his hands together, nearly making Valerie jump from the sound. "I bet Danny told you all about the Fenton EctoScrambler, huh? Did you want a demonstration? I mean yeah, we're not using actual ghosts as test subjects anymore of course, but we can still -"

"That's okay!" Valerie said, throwing her hands up with a kind smile. "I already heard about it from Danny." That was a lie, but hopefully neither Fenton parent would pick up on her fidgety fingers and bouncing leg.

She would lose whatever nerve she'd gathered before coming here if she got sidetracked now.

Maddie, thank God, could see the somewhat unrestrained panic in her eyes. She laid a gentle hand on Jack's shoulder. "Honey, let's not overwhelm her. I'm sure I heard Danny say something about demonstrating it to her later this week." Valerie relaxed and met Maddie's eyes. A knowing twinkle glimmered behind the older woman's irises, a twinkle that carried the experience of taming her husband's energetic zeal. "You said you had something to ask us on the phone?"

And just like that, Valerie's heart rate skyrocketed again. She picked at the edge of her sweater, desperately wishing she had something to tinker with. "Yeah. I mean, yes. Only if that's okay, of course." She nearly smacked her forehead. Way to play it cool, Gray.

"Of course!" Jack said with a hearty laugh. "Why wouldn't it be okay? You're practically family! Danny's brought you 'round often enough, you should know that by now." He shot an exaggerated wink to Valerie as Maddie gasped "Jack!" and nudged him in the arm.

Valerie's face flushed warm, though strangely not from Jack's teasing. You're practically family echoed in her mind, sending an electric warmth down her spine and across her whole body.

It wasn't as though Jack and Maddie had never accepted her. Far from it, in fact; they'd been ecstatic to finally discover that the famed Amity Park Huntress was, in fact, one of their son's classmates, and his girlfriend at that. Jack in particular had been thrilled that there were more from the "younger generations" interested in taking up ghost hunting.

And both of them had supported her ceaselessly. They'd sponsored a paid internship for her the moment she'd gotten her high school diploma. Helped navigate her out of her contract with Vlad. Continued to provide her with whatever tech and repairs she needed, even after her internship technically ended. Designed gear specially for her.

It was more than she could've ever dreamed. After Danny had told her about how rough it had been getting them to let him keep up with his ghost fighting after they learned of his secret ("Of course I'm grateful they don't hate me," he'd told her, "I just wish they could be slightly less overbearing with their love."), she'd expected them to stick her with lectures about the dangers of the job and how she should be leaving such risky endeavors to the grown-up professionals.

She couldn't have been happier to have had her expectations blown out of the water.

"It means so much to hear you say that," she said, her voice beginning to tremble with emotion. Darn it, keep it together girl! "You two have done so much for me and taken me under your wing, and you've gotten nothing in return."

Maddie scoffed. "Don't be silly." She took the hand on Jack's shoulder and reached across his lap to lay it on top of Valerie's. The kind smile on Maddie's face nearly melted her heart all over again. "Not only have we gotten to see our Danny happier than he's ever been, getting to spend his time with you, but we've gotten to see you grow into a bright, beautiful young lady. That alone is entirely worth it." Jack nodded eagerly beside her.

Now the tears were truly threatening to fall, and Valerie Gray did not cry. She sniffed and took a deep breath. "These past years with Danny, getting to know you and Jazz and be a part of your family, they've been the best of my life. I know Daddy wasn't exactly keen on letting me hang out here too much at first, but he knows this whole family cares about me almost as much as he does.

"And I care about you too. I seriously can't even begin to describe everything you've done for me. I didn't even need to ask; you just did it." Another sniffle. "It's like you somehow knew what I needed before I even asked."

Maddie's smile faltered just slightly. "Well," she said slowly, "I wouldn't say that was entirely the case..."

"It was Danny," Jack said. "We wanted to help you, of course, but he was the one to tell us exactly what you needed. Kid was always fretting about how you wouldn't accept the help if it came from him, but he just loved you so much. He wanted to make sure everything was perfect for you."

Valerie's breath caught in her throat. "Danny..." she whispered.

God, she was going to strangle that boy the next time she saw him. And then kiss him like there was no tomorrow.

Breathe girl. In and out. "He's... he's done so much for me too. I wouldn't be who I am without him." In and out. "I can't imagine my life without him." In and out. "I don't think I want to live life without him."

Maddie jolted upright. "Oh my..." she breathed. "Are you saying...?"

"Yes." The tears were falling uncontrollably now, but Valerie's smile felt like it could split her face. "Yes, I absolutely am."

"What?" Jack looked back and forth between the two women. "What's she saying? What are you saying?"

Maddie had started crying too, clutching Valerie's hand in one of her own and Jack's with the other. "She wants to join our family," she said through her own tears.

"Really? That's what this is all about? Well heck, what's all the fuss for then? Like I said, you're already part of the family, Val!"

In spite of herself, Valerie giggled. "No, no," she said with a shake of her head. "I'm saying... I'm saying I want to spend every day with Danny. I want to be a part of his life forever, and I want him to be part of mine. I want to get to share you as parents, and Jazz as a sister. I don't care what might happen, I just know I want me and Danny to face it, together, for the rest of our lives.

She took another deep breath. "I'm asking for your blessing to ask Danny to marry me."

Valerie suddenly found herself engulfed by the warm embrace of two sobbing Fenton parents.

Soon to be her parents too.

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part 2 here

[childotkw]

Ok so, we know what daemon thinks of future lucemond but what about rhaenyra or jaecyres or rhaenys or corlys??

And what is Otto hightower planning to do with the new piece on the chessboard??

For Rhaenyra, I'd say she's initially against it because Aemond scares her where Lucerys is involved. She does not want any version of her psychotic little brother near any version her precious son. But in this, I think older!Lucerys would actually be the one to convince her otherwise. He'd meet with her privately, under the guise of spending time together, and then halfway though drinking their tea he'd just be like "mother I love you and would fight a war for you if you asked, but if you try to come between me and Aemond I will burn the world" and Rhaenyra is unfortunately confronted with the fact that her son is just like her and is just as willing to throw everything away to keep what he wants. She looks at them differently after that, no longer judging them based on a childhood accident but instead as her and Daemon come again. And she finds her protests diminishing.

Jace takes a little longer to come to terms with it. He's not used to his protection not being needed when it comes to his siblings. But this Lucerys is older than him, and he lost his Jace long ago and had had to grow up on battlefields. He doesn't need to be coddle, doesn't look to hide behind Jace when he's overwhelmed - no. Instead, the one his eyes drift to, the one he seeks assurance from, the one he trusts at his back is Aemond. And Jace has to learn to deal with his now-older brother putting Aemond first. There's a lot of jealousy there for him, and he'd probably get more annoyed at the younger Lucerys because his anger is transferring. It would take older!Lucerys smacking him upside the head and calling him on his shit before he realised he was hurting both versions of his brother.

Rhaenys and Corlys would be a bit different.

Corlys would, naturally, be ecstatic to hear that in the future Lucerys becomes a fine sailor, warrior and tactician. He'd have concerns around Aemond and Lucerys relationship, but he'd probably be the first one to trust that older!Lucerys knew what he was doing. He'd also look at older!Aemond and be struck with how similar Corlys and him are in regards to how they look at their partner. He'd recognise the love there, and respect it.

Rhaenys would keep her opinion to herself, largely. She'd watch, studying and seeking to understand. I see her interest being more in everything that led up to Aemond and Lucerys being the only two to survive the civil war between their family. She'd want to know how everyone else died and how they can stop it from happening again. I suppose a small part of her would be glad that this Lucerys, who is so very broken and angry beneath his smiles and irreverent attitude, found even a glimmer of happiness - even if it was in his unhinged uncle.

And Otto. Oh boy oh boy. The man isn't pleased at all. He sees this older!Aemond as the second coming of Daemon and older!Lucerys as another Rhaenyra - wilful and wanton and uncontrollable. And he's pissed about it. The fact that these two also seem to know all of his plans (which makes sense, obviously, since Aemond would have been right beside him when they enacted everything) is just extra salt in the wound. Older!Lucerys is the apple of Viserys' eye at the moment, and his clear love and affection with Aemond makes the old king warm and overwhelmed with hope that the division between their two families can be mended. The fact that older!Lucerys is clearly holding his future knowledge over Otto's head, leaving him wrong-footed that at any moment, they could reveal to Viserys all that Otto had planned and he could lose his head - it makes him reckless and agitated, and Lucerys and Aemond absolutely enjoy his paranoia while they subtly undermine everything Otto tries to do.

[zippidi-dooda]

Chapter: 1, 2,

3 - The Castle

You sat next to a small pond, a little ways away from your house. A basket of clothes and a small bar of soap was besides you.

Not wanting to come help you do laundry, Lucas was still inside playing make believe with the few toys he'd brought with him.

He was probably recreating the scene that happened the other day. Even though it was a potentially life-ending event, he seemed ecstatic that it had happened. And he kept asking to go back to the Valley of Th- no. To Briar Valley. Just to see the green haired guy again.

You were greatful, of course, that he'd been saved and would like to do something to thank his savior. But he didn't seem to want that. Plus you didn't know what anyone in the Valley would consider offensive, so you decided against going and making anything for him.

Focusing on the water in front of you, you rolled your sleeves up to your elbows, plunged the clothes into the cold water, and began to scrub them clean.

It was calming.

Birds were chirping in the trees, a slight breeze rustled the leaves, sunlight shone through spaces between the branches, the ground beneath you was cool and the water rippled as you dipped everything in. 

Before, cleaning your clothes wasn't something you'd done often. But it wasnt too difficult to learn, just took some time.

Actually, a lot of what you do now wasn't something you used to. 

Cooking, repairing, cleaning, gardening, hunting, gathering, even shopping . . . Things like that were all taken care of for you. 

Your father did make you do some of those things when you were younger. He believed it was stupid for anyone not to know how to do things on their own.

But since you were royalty, your mother wanted you to live as such. No need to exhaust yourself doing menial tasks when you had the blessing of having people to do that for you. Besides, the time you spent learning that could be spent learning how to help rule a kingdom and take care of subjects.

So, eventually, your father stopped making you learn those things and you didn't mind one bit.

If you had known how important they would be for you now, you would have begged your dad to teach you more.

Oh well, no time to regret it now. Just keep doing it all and you'd get better at it, sooner or later. Hopefully sooner.

Finished washing, you hung the clothes up to dry and walked back to the house. 

"Lucas, baby, what do you want to ea-" You froze in place when you entered the house.

"Mom! You're back! Look, Dad came to play with me! And he said he knows that green haired guy! Can we go see him? Please, Mom, please?"

You licked your lips and took a deep breath. 

Lucas was sitting on the lap of the dragon fae who had visited some time ago. He felt no fear or suspicion around him at all. Got comfortable with him so quickly.

You wished he was more cautious.

"Lucas, I left the clothes by the pond, can you go get them for me?"

"But you were just there. Can't I do it later? I want to go see that guy."

You gave him a look. "Lucas." 

He pouted and wrapped his hands around Malleus' neck. "Daddy!"

Malleus smiled as he held the small boy. "I can take care of that for you."

"No, it's fine. Just leave it, you shouldn't be doing that."

"I assure you it's no big feat for me." 

With a wave of his hand, the clothes you had just washed floated past the door, towards your room, and folded themselves, looking completely dry.

"I ... uh, thank you. Lucas, let him go, I'm sure he has more important things to attend to. And stop calling him 'Dad.'"

"Dad, can we go now? Mom, doesn't have to come with us does she?"

"Excuse me, what?"

Malleus stood and walked towards you.

He was wearing plain, black clothes with a few silver accessories. The high heeled boots he wore made him taller than he already was, so when he was right in front of you, you had to tilt your head all the way up just to meet his eyes. His horns were practically grazing the ceiling.

It was hard not to back away from him. 

You could hear your breath quicken and had no doubt he noticed as well.

"It appears she wouldn't be comfortable with that. But I'm happy to take the both of you if she doesn't mind."

"She doesn't! Mom, c'mon let's go!"

Malleus held out a gloved hand towards you. "I can get us there much quicker than by walking. Just take my hand."

Your eyes flicked from his hand to Lucas.

He was beaming, thrilled with the idea of meeting his hero again. He was an exact replica of his father, right down to the bouncing excitement. Seeing his wide smile tugged at your heart.

You wondered what he would have said to Lucas if it was him taking care of the boy. If he ever met him.

"Mom! Hurry up!" Lucas' voice pulled you from your thoughts.

". . . Okay." You sighed.

"Yay! We're going!"

You reached for Malleus' hand. Your hand hovered above his palm for a second. 

. . . 

This could be a horrible decision. Fae were notorious for being mischievous.

Sneaky.

Misleading.

Devious.

Evil.

And this one in particular was known as the most powerful and dangerous one of all. He had no problem with displaying his strength.

And he had your son in his arms.

. . .

You pursed your lips, shut your eyes, and took hold of his hand.

His grip was firm, steady. If he didn't want to let go, you wouldn't have been able to pull away.

"Hold on tight and don't let go. Unless you want to get lost along the way."

Then, in seconds, once you opened your eyes, you were no longer in the small house.

Instead, you were in a huge stone hall with long banners hanging on the walls. The roof was high up and arched, with small pikes jutting from the frame. Large oak doors with brass handles and hinges lined the side by the wall. The other side had large arched columns that allowed the light from outside in.

You stumbled a bit, your head spinning from whatever magic the man had used to get you where you were.

"Woah . . . Where are we?" Lucas asked.

"The place I live. Sebek should be looking for me by now. I'm sure we'll run into him." Malleus answered.

"'Ooh, look at that!" Luca jumped out of his arms and ran towards the large arches that allowed you to look outside towards the city below. "I can see the whole world from here!" 

"Not quite, but you can see the whole of Briar Valley."

"This place is huge! Look, Mom, there's the place we were yesterday. Over there. Ooh and look at that thing! What is it?"

"That's a grotesque. There are over one hundred of them around the castle. Not to be confused with the  gargoyles on the parapets, like that one over there. You can let go now." Malleus directed the last part at you.

Your hands were still holding. Though his grip had lightened completely, you were still holding on tightly.

You blushed and quickly pulled your hand to your chest. "Lucas don't lean so far over the edge, you might fall."

"You live in a castle? Woww!" He ignored you then started to run down the hall. "Mom, we should live with Dad!"

"He's not your dad, stop calling him that."

"It's alright. You're both free to call me whatever you'd like."

"Don't encourage him, Mister Draconia."

Malleus smiled snidely. "Oh?"

"WAKA-SAMA!" A familiar voice shouted from behind you.

It was the green haired man marching up to you. The silver haired man from before followed behind him.

"We've been looking all over for you! Where did you go? And who's this human next to you?"

"I am alright, Sebek. The boy says you rescued him and wanted to see you again."

"Hm? Oh, it's you two."

Lucas ran towards Sebek, his shoes clacking against the grey floor. "Hi! You're my hero! Can you teach me how you did that roll thing? It was so cool, I wanna do it just like you! Can you teach me how to use your sword too?"

A proud, satisfied smirk made its way across Sebek's lips. "Do you hear this, Silver? This tiny Human looks up to me. But I can't teach you anything. I have to watch after Waka-sama so go ahead and leave now."

"Aw, Dad?" Luca frowned, tears coming to his eyes.

"'DAD?'" The two soldiers asked, eyes widening.

"Is that what you've been doing each time you dissappear?"

"Forgive me, your highness! I did not know you were the successor of the Draconia name! If it is I you wish to teach you the art of the sword, then I would be honored! And I apologize, Mistress, for yelling so rudely at you last time! I will gladly accept any punishment you deem fit!"

"What!" You're face burned as the pair knelt in front of you and your son. "G-get off the floor, that's not- I didn't- He isn't- Eugh- Lucas is not his son and we didn't do anything! Lucas you have to stop calling him that."

Both men stood up abruptly and bowed their heads to you instead. "As you wish, Mistress!"

"No. Just- just call me Y/N." 

You glanced at Malleus who didn't seem at all concerned about the misunderstanding or the tarnishing effect it would have on him if rumors spread.

He simply looked outside towards the horizon.

"Well, we met your hero, Lucas. It's time to go home."

"No! Not yet, we haven't been here that long. And I'm hungry. Can't we stay to eat, Mom?"

"Lucas-"

"I believe lunch will be served soon?"

"Yes, sir!"

"Please stay until then."

"Yay!"

"No, we-"

"Sebek, Silver, take him to the training grounds to see everything. Keep an eye on him, don't let him get hurt."

"Yes, sir!"

"This way, your highness."

"Yay! See you later, Mom!"

"What? No, you can't just-"

It was no use.

Your voice fell on deaf ears as the two escorted Lucas out of sight, to the training grounds.

You turned to Malleus. "What the hell? You can't just allow them to take my son wherever you want!"

"He's quite safe if that's what you're worried about. Those two are my own personal guards. They won't let harm come to him."

"No! That's not it at all! How would you feel if your son was taken away from you in a place you aren't familiar with by some strange men who work for the Master of all Evil?" You snapped.

Malleus stared at you for a minute, silent, lost in thought.

You gulped realizing what you'd said and how you'd said it.

"I do have that reputation, don't I . . . ?" He turned and began walking in the opposite direction of the other three.

He beckoned you to follow.

You looked between him and the way your son went. You didn't know if you'd be able to find your son by just chasing in his direction and you also didn't know how angered Malleus would get if you didn't follow.

Didn't know what he might, or have his trained men, do to your son.

So, you walked with him. A gap between the two of you the whole time and you kept a watchful eye on him.

"You know, your name reminds me of someone." He said. "A queen."

He held his hands behind his back, standing strong and tall with his head held high, gaze set in front of him.

"Well, my mother did name me after one. Its not uncommon to be named after a queen." 

Many of the women in your family were named 'Y/N,' paying homage to the first Queen, your, who knows how many greats, grandma. It was in hopes to have the same amount of influence as she did.

She ran the kingdom well, expanded it the largest amount during her reign and her battle strategies helped keep many in her army alive, more than any other of your ancestors. An impressive feat for a woman, though of course the people knew it to be the king's doing, not hers. She was simply a smiling face, the caring hand to the people.

"Indeed. After all, people like to name their children after kings and queens. They think sharing the same name will bring them good fortune."

"Yes, maybe people will be named after you too one day." You said.

He looked at you from the corner of his eye and smiled. "No. Not with a title like 'Master of all Evil,' right?"

You began to fiddle with the string of your necklace.

"You know, almost four years ago, a Queen named Y/N suddenly disappeared from the Kingdom of Rourinville."

Was it just coincidence he brought up that Y/N, or did he know it was you who was missing?

"Is that so?"

"Mhmm. Most have given up the search for her. But not the king. I can see why. Losing your lover must be devastating. Especially for you humans who cling so desperately onto what's around you. I imagine he'll be more than happy to have her at his side once again."

You tried to steady your breathing. 

Rias was scared of the man in front of you so you knew he wouldn't come close to the Valley. He probably didn't even think you'd be crazy enough to get close.

But Malleus? He had no such fear. He could take you back to Rourinville in seconds.

You needed to do everything you could to keep that from happening.

"Do you have someone to be at your side every day?" You tried to get him off the topic.

"I do not. Though I know it'd please Lilia if I did."

Lilia? Was that his mother, you wondered?

You opened your mouth to ask but he spoke first.

"Are you a widow?"

"What?"

"Forgive my straightforwardness. But it's uncommon for a woman to take care of a child on her own. So either your husband died or he walked out on you."

You scanned his face for any clue as to what he was thinking, but he gave away nothing.

"I am." That was ... close enough to the truth.

He hummed.

Using magic to open the large doors, he walked in to what you assumed was his office. A large desk sat in front of the floor to ceiling window and large bookshelves lined the walls. He took his seat behind the desk and locked his eyes on you.

"I am sorry." He gestured to the window behind him. "You can see the training grounds from here. Your son should be there any minute now."

You raised a brow at him. 

Why would he want you to know that? Was he planning on letting you see Lucas get hurt? Or was he really just being kind and trying to calm your fears?

"You can move into the Valley if you'd like. Your neighbors may be apprehensive at first, since you are the only other human here, but they will warm up to you. It's safer in here than out there. You've done a remarkable job fixing up that old cabin, but it won't hold up forever and dangerous creatures like to prowl around at night."

Only other human? Had someone else come here seeking to hide under the protection of Malleus' reputation?

"I've been fine so far."

"There you are, Malleus. Those two boys have been quite worried looking for you. What have you been up to?" A deep, yet cheery, voice said.

In walked a person with wide, red-eyes, pointed ears, and an impish smile. They had black hair with hot pink highlights, styled in a bob with parts curling up, giving them the appearance of horns. They were rather short so their soldier uniform hung losely on them.

They looked like a ten year old girl.

"Oho? Who's this?" They asked tilting their head at you.

You couldn't hide the shocked expression that crossed your face as you heard that same deep voice come from their mouth. "What the . . . ?"

"This is Y/N. She and her son are staying for lunch."

The man giggled. "Keehee, wonderful. I'm glad to see you're finally getting along with someone, Malleus."

Malleus frowned. "I get along with others very often . . . ."

"Hello, Y/N, I'm Lilia. If you need anything don't be scared to ask."

"Do you seriously have children working for you?" You asked Malleus concerned.

Lilia laughed.

"You think him a child?" 

"Why it must be my boyish good looks and wide eyes full of innocence that gave her that impression. But it'd be wrong to call me such."

The way he described himself was strange to say the least.

"Lilia, I have work to do. Show her around until it's time to eat."

"Of course. Right this way, Y/N."

You looked out the window, trying to spot Lucas.

"He'll be safe. Trust me." 

You looked at Malleus.

You didn't trust him. But Sebek did save him once so if anything happened, you believed he'd do it again.

"He better be."

***

Lunch came by quickly.

Your son was a-okay, animatedly explaining what he did. He sat next to Sebek, praising him much to his delight. 

The two seemed to have become best friends after such a small amount of time. Maybe you should have been concerned about it, Sebek was Malleus' soldier after all.

But you couldn't help but feel relieved at this knowledge.

Lucas didn't get a chance to make friends since you were often on the move. So any time he got to talk to someone you met while traveling always made you happy.

Silver was asleep through most of the meal, seated beside Lilia, and Malleus was quietly eating at the head of the table.

Lilia entertained your son with tales from his war days, occasionally bringing up stories about Malleus as a baby just to entertain you. Malleus did try to make him shut up, but Lilia easily ignored him.

The way Lilia spoke during both lunch and your tour of the castle with him made you wonder just how old he was. What his role was in this kingdom.

The atmosphere was relaxed and you could tell the relationship between these soldiers and Malleus was more than the usual 'king and army' one.

They were like a family.

You had never seen a relationship quite like it in any kingdom before. Not even your own.

It confused you.

Why would someone so feared have this many people so close to him?

Soon enough, the meal was over and you requested to go home. Lucas was sad and begged to stay, but you were acknowledged and Lilia was the one to take you back.

You thanked him for his help and the meal and got ready to follow Lucas inside your house.

"Y/N, " you turned to Lilia. "Please stop by for a vist again soon. Malleus enjoyed having your company."

Before today, you would've declined that offer no problem. But now, all you could do was slowly nod your head.

"In Ruins" Masterlist

[jo-harrington]

Second request for Hymn's of Heaven 🩶

will-o'-the-wisp

I know this is your second request, and it’s fully my intention to get back to the first one…but I just needed to write this one real quick.

Themes/Warnings: Religious/Catholic Themes (duh, but maybe a little heavier than other hymns have been), hurt/comfort, allusion to familial problems, fluff

And if you see a continuity error in a previous hymn...no you don't.

Find other Hymns of Heaven here.

And find the Master List for As Above, So Below here.

July 1984

It was a carefree kind of night.

A perfect kind of night.

Just the two of you.

You needed it, Eddie knew. He’d never been very far from home before but he recognized homesickness when he saw it. And as much as he hoped that Hawkins was becoming your home—that he was becoming your home—he couldn’t deny that you had a whole life that you’d left behind over a year ago.

Sure your parents…but your grandma, more than anything, was your home.

“She’s just a little old lady,” you told him when he asked about her the first time. You beamed, obviously ecstatic to talk about your favorite person. “But she’s always been my best friend.”

Through stories about your grandma, he learned more about you. Felt his heart grow a little more with each little tidbit; to see how you talked about someone you cherished.

“She cooks…all the time, more food than anyone could ever eat. She makes this soup. I swear it’s magical; a remedy for any illness.”

“She used to work at this factory but she’s retired now. If you ever want like…a hundred boxes of Tootsie Rolls, she still has an in and she can get them for you in a blink of an eye.”

“She’s always at church. Always. She dragged me all the time too. Didn’t matter what language the mass was in. English, Spanish, Latin, Italian, Polish…I am a polyglot for masses because of her.”

After the Fourth of July festivities, the homesickness started. You got quiet sometimes, fiddled with your necklace a little more. He noticed immediately and it made him feel...not bad...just helpless.

What could he do to to make you feel better when he didn't even know what was wrong?

Eddie didn't even need to ask, you simply told him one day.

"It's her birthday tomorrow," you muttered. "And coincidentally it's also this...special Feast Day. There's a procession with music and fireworks and this...statue. I can't really explain, you just need to experience it. I'll take you one day, I promise; you'd have the best time.

"Anyway, when I was younger, we would sit on the porch and watch the procession go by, have this table of candles and offerings set up. I always said it was special just for her, and it would make her smile. And then at night, she would watch me run around the yard and try to catch fireflies.

"I tried calling home to tell her Happy Birthday but my dad picked up," you choked up. "He never...but it's like he knew...and I froze...I couldn't even...I just hung up."

He expected tears. This was the closest he'd ever come to seeing you cry before. He anticipated the worst, and engulfed you in a hug, whispering sweet words of comfort.

"It's ok, she'd understand. I know how much you miss her. I'm sure she knows it too."

You squeezed him hard, buried your face in his neck and nodded with every word.

"You did the right thing. Your dad's an asshole. You won. You didn't give him the satisfaction of upsetting you more. I'm proud of you."

And when you pulled away, everything was normal. You pressed a kiss to his lips and his cheeks, and then asked if he wanted to get Dairy Queen.

But there were no tears.

Eddie knew how it felt, to always have to be the strong one. Whether it was because you didn't want someone to see your weaknesses...or because there was too much going on for you to have any. He'd balanced that burden all his life. But he also knew that...you didn't need to be that way around him, didn't need to feel like you needed to hide or keep these walls up.

You had secrets, things you simply kept to yourself--shit, he had them too--but he wanted you to know that you were safe with him. That he'd be there to listen if and when you were ready.

So he did what he knew he did best. He made the person who was most important in his life feel how important they were.

It didn't take much planning. He rummaged around Rick's boathouse for old rags and rubber bands and jars that held an amalgam of screws and bolts and nuts. Bribed Mickey's mom to go to Bradley's during your shift to grab some treats. And promised Wayne that he would replace the six-pack he took from the fridge during their next grocery run.

It was gonna be special. Unforgettable. He needed to make you smile.

All he had to do was wait until your shift was done in the Bradley's parking lot and keep his big mouth shut when you saw him.

He unfortunately couldn't do that.

"You wanna go catch some fireflies?" he whispered in your ear and spoiled the surprise when you greeted him with a hug and a soft what are you doing here?

"What? Eddie!" you laughed.

He talked the whole drive to Weathertop, explained that he had cake and lemon ices and beers in a cooler in the back.

"Gotta celebrate still, even if you can't be there with your grandma," he explained, and you grabbed his hand to place gentle kisses on the back of it as he drove.

You jumped from the van with a whoop as soon as he parked on the grass. It wasn't fully dark out yet but you could still see the intermittent glow of fireflies as they floated around the field of wildflowers. You shed your little uniform vest and ran around the grass for a second.

Eddie watched as you jumped and tried to catch one or two glowing bugs in your hands with the uncharacteristic carefree nature that a child might, and then round back on him as he popped the back doors of the van open to prepare the spread he'd organized.

The sight of you running back to him--the twilight glow behind you, the biggest smile on your face, and something in your eyes that was reserved just for him--made him feel like he was the most important man in the world.

It made his hands shake a little.

"Alright, I've got jars for each of us," he began and handed you one. He tried to cover the shakiness in his voice. "We'll let 'em go at the end of the night."

"Sounds good."

"You know...Wayne always told me if I was gonna try to catch them, that I had to be careful not to catch a will-o'-the-wisp on accident instead. He said they don't appreciate it when you catch them."

You tilted your head a little and pressed your lips together and Eddie's eyes narrowed at you.

"Don't tell me that's the one thing you don't know about?"

He felt giddy to be able to teach you something about a mystical creature for once. Some little bit of folklore that might make you smile.

"They're these...I don't know ghost lights and they float around, and if you try to follow them, they'll end up leading you astray. I thought I caught one once and Wayne mentioned that they're not actually good spirits, they're mischievous. I got so scared and...and you're just letting me talk out of my ass right now aren't you?"

You burst with laughter and shook your head.

"Sorry, I'm sorry," you held your hands up in surrender. "You were just so cute."

"Cute? I'm cute?" He put a hand to his chest in feigned insult. "Here I am trying to prevent my girlfriend's demise and she tells me I'm cute."

Eddie waited until you were caught off guard, scrambling to apologize, before he attacked. Fingers wriggled against your sides, causing you to laugh and gasp, and just when you thought it was over, he blew a raspberry on the exposed junction of your neck and shoulder.

The rest of the night was perfect. You ran around and caught fireflies together--you boasted when you caught more than he did, but he was especially proud because his glowed more--munched on the snacks that he brought, and then to end the night, you laid out on one of the blankets from the back of the van and stargazed.

Eddie pointed out constellations to you--a thing you actually didn't know much about at all--and after a while, the weight of your head on his shoulder became heavy and your breathing evened out.

He was gonna let you doze for a while before he woke you up to head home, but you surprised him when you sat up and looked at him.

"Today was perfect Eddie," you muttered. "Thank you."

"Hey of course," he beamed. "Anything for you."

"You...I..." You paused and bit your lip for a second. An eternity.

When you spoke again, it was something he hadn't realized that he'd been waiting to hear. Something he had been hesitant to tell you...probably since the first time he met you. He knew then how he felt, it was just...never the right time...and he never wanted to scare you or pressure you.

But his heart soared...because he didn't have to wait an eternity to hear it anymore.

"I love you Eddie. So much. More than you'll ever know."

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Old Fan - FNAF 1/2? Foxy

omg I hate how a single prompt got me to write an entire fic but mmmmmm I have more experience in writing nowwwww Also NO, this does NOT mean that I willing to write for the cast again per request. I am simply letting out some of my creative liberties. Damn I started this like a year ago....yikes.

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Ten years ago, you were a spunky, somewhat reckless eleven year old. You didn't have to think about bills, work, or school outside of finishing what little obligations you had before you could numb your mind watching TV and playing games.

You had all the time in the world. When you were invited to a party, you would go. Incidentally, that would cause you to meet someone who would end up plaguing the back of your mind for ten years.

"Alright kids, ye settle down!"

=

You knew the "pirate accent" he was using was fake but it was humorous and charming to many of the girls in your class at the time. It didn't take long to form a liking to the character he played extremely quickly, finding comfort in the hot-headed pirate. Fazbear's Pizzeria surely had it made, the games, the sweet entertainers, and what your friends called an "indoor play place".

You collected the plush dolls of the beloved cast, though from the animated cartoon Fazbears had created to entice children to get sucked in. Seeing the animal counterpart of Foxy dressed up as a little pirate was enough to make you ecstatic.

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The time you went to show him the doll, he gave you an equally excited look.

"Aye will you look at this, is this me?"

"Yeah."

"I appreciate knowing that I'm your favorite lass."

You could still remember how embarrassing it felt when he said that. In front of your friends, god they didn't live that one down until for the longest time. You were more or less to stunned to tell him that the others wouldn't fit in your bag, the moment had already passed and he was back to playing games with the rest of the patrons.

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That party was the last time you saw him in person, at least until now of course. You weren't allowed to go back after a few "incidences" occurred as your parent's put it. You would learn later on that people had supposedly gone missing in that restaurant. You were skeptical of the rumors at best. You never had any bad experiences there, outside of seeing the staff's punching bag, "Mangle" get bullied by the older kids that were often dragged along for their younger sibling's birthdays. Any issues you saw with the rest of the cast never really clicked until you hit high school.

= You couldn't believe you were going back to that restaurant to see if the Foxy you knew as a kid was still working there. You knew he wasn't the mascot, but he was still fairly important in keeping kids in line and happy.

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To his coworkers, Foxy was just another bordering-washed-out child entertainer. To you though, you could only see the remaining glimmer of spark left in his eyes. He while seemingly tired, still had the drive to keep moving unlike the rest of the "cast" as Fazbear Entertainment always put it.

He's out on his break.

This is probably not the smartest move you've made before. The closer you got to your childhood idol, the more you could feel yourself slowly losing your nerve to talk to him. You had several thoughts go through your mind, a lot of "what if's" that only stopped the second he locked eyes with you.

"Can I help you?" “Um. I'm sorry but, are you Foxy?” “Yeah, you got the right pirate. Who's asking?”  “My name’s Y/N, I’ve been a really big fan of you since I was little.”  “Since you were little you say, I haven’t got that old have I?” 

=

The man in front of you let out a sad laugh at the thought. He'd been working in the same spot for the prime of his youth, to think some kid who saw him in his early twenties would want to talk to him now was a little..... odd. Sure you may just be visiting places from your childhood and meeting your idols, maybe grabbing a few pictures before you leave.

To which you quickly corrected him. “No, no! I was just wanting to thank you.” 

“Thank me? You got nothing to thank me for.”  “That's not exactly true...You really made my childhood one I'm happy to remember. You’re the best!” 

=

You could tell that made him happier than he cared to show. Poor guy hasn't had many people say stuff like that to him in years after all. More or less your sudden appearance was comforting, like he hadn't spent the last 20 years of his life doing this job just as a way to pay the bills that would constantly stack up.

“You flatter me kid. Care to stick around to humor this old pirate? I don’t have too many fans anymore.” You didn't miss the way his dipped into a more depressed tone. Still you had a feeling that you staying at his workplace distracting him would be more detrimental to his job than helpful. It seemed rather....off-putting as well.

The man had hardly spent what...ten minutes talking to you, and he already is asking you to spend time with him? Either the man was desperate for human interaction outside of his workplace, or he had some type of ulterior motive here. "I don't want to bother you while you're working." "It's no bother. My shift ends in about two hours. If you can stand the kids and my coworkers for that long." You have no idea why you stayed, with every red flag you saw you should have turned around, got into your car, and left by now. You still chose to believe that he has no alternative motives for this other than to reminisce and chat. At least that's what you told yourself, repeatedly, for two hours as you watched this grown man dressed as a fox pirate play with kids.

What could go wrong?

=

Finally I came back and finished this damn thing... It's been sitting in my drafts for months! I just wanted to get this out of the way since it's been bugging me for the longest time. I hope you enjoyed it! If I choose to do original Chica or any of the other's stories, I'll do them on my alt, which is really unlikely since I'm no longer in this fandom.

But hey, at least you got the two foxes right?

1/20/23

[asirensrambles]

Celebrate (Good Times, C'mon) (pt. 1/2)

After seeing the success of the Little Woods field test, Selene, Mi-an, Trudy, and Zeke go to the Blue Moon to celebrate. Trudy and Mi-an call it an early night, while Zeke learns how Selene gained her distrust of people following through from Nia.

Part 2

The first few weeks Selene was in Sandrock, finding people waiting for her at the door first thing in the mornings was unsettling and startling. At this point however, it had happened enough that seeing Mi-an waiting by the gate to Every Little Thing's yard was just another Thursday morning. Catching sight of Selene stepping out, the younger builder waved enthusiastically.

"Hey! Zeke asked me to come get you. Let's go to the field test area right now! I asked him for details but he just said 'You'll see.'"

A cocktail of emotions swirled throughout Selene at the moisture farmer's cryptic words. Swallowing them all down, she forced herself to nod. "Sure, let's go!"

Selene beckoned Mi-an into the yard while she saddled Patches hastily. Mi-an regarded the horse with trepidation, but let Selene help her into the saddle. Once her friend was settled, Selene hauled herself up and urged Patches as fast as she dared with a more inexperienced rider along. The ride wasn't long, and thankfully making sure the two of them stayed seated and safe took most of Selene's concentration, rather than letting her mind wander.

When they got to the field test area, Selene almost couldn't believe her eyes. The Black Saxoul trees towered over Zeke and Trudy, looking healthy as ever. As they drew up closer, she could see Trudy wiping tears from her eyes, with a smile wide enough to split her face. Zeke was staring at the trees with a mixture of awe and disbelief, like he couldn't quite believe what he was seeing.

"They're surviving! We've never seen them grow so big before! It's really working!" The wonderment and joy in his voice made Selene's heart soar. After everything he'd fought for and through, the man deserved for something to go right. Her own eyes were growing suspiciously moist as Selene dismounted Patches before helping Mi-an down. The two builders walked over to Trudy and Zeke.

Mi-an asked, "So...what's next?"

Trudy turned to look at them, eyes brimming with tears and joy. "I don't even know what to think... Do we dare to hope...?" She looked at Zeke, who barely managed to tear himself away from the sight of the trees. When he didn't add anything, Trudy shrugged and gave a little laugh. "I... I'll think of something once I have calmed down!"

"And I'm gonna go tell my Pa, he's gonna be ecstatic!" Zeke added.

Mi-an let out a victorious whoop. "We're doing, we're gonna make Sandrock green again!"

Selene couldn't help but grin at the infectious energy. Looking over at Zeke, she felt her heart stutter. There was such unbridled joy and hope in his expression, the likes of which she'd never seen before. She would go through all of Miguel's disparagement, and the Sandrocker's skepticism again in a heartbeat if it meant Zeke could have this moment. To Selene's horror, he looked over at her in that moment. Frantically, she scrambled to come up with something to say and explain why she'd been staring, but before she could utter a word, the builder found herself swept off her feet. Literally.

Zeke's strong arms wrapped around her, pulling Selene into a tight hug, lifting the builder off the ground like as though she weighed no more than a small child, and spun them both around. She couldn't help but laugh at the sensation and pure joy Zeke exuded. Finally, he let her feet touch the ground once more, but didn't let go of the embrace. Looking up, Selene was overwhelmed by the warmth and affection in his rich brown eyes.

"Thank you. This wouldn't have happened without your help."

"And none of it would have happened without you." Selene was shocked to see his cheeks darken at her words. Zeke gave her a final squeeze, before letting go. Heat soared into her own cheeks, realizing just how long he'd been holding her, and how much she hadn't noticed. Selene looked around to see if anyone else had witnessed their small exchange. Whatever conversation Mi-an and Trudy were having had their full attention. A surge of affection for the two women came over her. In the shipwreck, they'd been instrumental in finding the algae and getting the scrap out for study. They deserved a celebration, all of them. With that thought, Selene came to a decision.

"Tonight, we're celebrating! Dinner at the Blue Moon tonight, my treat."

[spooky-momth]

After a second pass of editing, I've decided to also cross-post it onto here for anyone who doesn't feel like opening AO3.

“Roy, come on, we're gonna go trick or treating.” “Yeah, dude, I thought you got the costume so we could actually hang out this time...”

“You guys go ahead!” Roy dismissed the other boys with a wave of his hand as he set up some tripwires around the spooky graveyard he'd scoped out for his little Halloween prank. “I can't wait to see their faces.“ Hah! This was gonna be perfect- No way those twerps were gonna keep being annoying about their 'spooky month' after THIS!

Ross and Robert exchanged an uneasy look, before they shrugged and left him be. Roy stepped back to admire his handiwork, scattered around the graveyard. An ominous fog began to settle, lending the place an authentically spooky feel. Perfect, it was going to set the mood and hide his traps perfectly! He snickered deviously to himself and rubbed his hands together. Now, where were those losers?

Skid and Pump were charging excitedly through town with huge smiles on their faces- It was the spookiest day of the spookiest month! How could they not be ecstatic?

As they passed the spooky graveyard, they noticed Roy leaning on the old, rusted gate. “Hey, weirdos." He smirked when he saw them. "I heard there was something spooky hidden somewhere in the graveyard! I bet you two would have a blast looking for it,” He pointed over his shoulder in a way that tried (and failed) to come off as casual. The both of them cheered and were about to rush in, before Pump stopped in his tracks.

“Hey, wait a second,” He paused to turn to the teenager, a glint of skepticism in his teal eyes. “You're not trying to trick us again, are you?” He gave a childish scowl, and Skid joined him with a little doubtful huff.

“Me? Trick you? No! Pshhh.” Roy made a litany of strange noises in an attempt to sound casual and not-suspicious. “Anyways, I hear that the spooky thing lets you get a bunch of candy, so if you two don't want i-” He didn't even get the chance to finish his sentence before the younger kids zoomed past him, kicking up dead roots in their wake. He blinked in surprise before a mischievous grin spread across his face, and he raced to catch up.

“Have you seen the spooky thing?” “Nuh uh! Let's keep looking!”

The pair were searching high and low through the foggy graveyard for something sufficiently special because it was spooky- or was it maybe spooky because it was special? Either way, they didn't seem to be having much luck. Skid was about ready to give up and suggest doing something else when a giant, heavy branch crashed down next to him.

Surprised by the loud noise, he jumped, sending him crashing into Pump. The two of them tumbled over a headstone together before landing at something's feet. Groaning in disorientation, they both looked up and realized it was a masked figure, wielding a shining hook! They made an 'eep!' of surprise and started running as the figure swung the hook down, missing them in a wide arc.

The hook-handed person chased them through the foggy graveyard, cackling menacingly as they raced ahead and tried to find their way back out...! But their feet caught on something, and they were separated as they both tripped into open (mercifully, empty) graves.

Flustered and dirtied, they sat up in the holes to look up at their pursuer, who was none other than Roy! His mask was pushed aside and his plastic hook was dropped to the floor. He was laughing so hard there were tears in the corners of his eyes, and he doubled over from mirth. “HA! And you two almost didn't fall for it! I can't believe it!” He wheezed out in the middle of his laughing fit.

“That's not very nice, Roy!” “Yeah! >:(“ Roy snorted and rolled his eyes. “Whatever! Happy Halloween, losers!” He waved at them mockingly, then turned to leave them where they were. Heck yes, the sun had barely just set- he could definitely still go trick or treating!

He left the two kids still whining about being stuck as he giggled. Serves them right, he thought to himself!

After a full night of successful candy collection with his boys (most of which was straight up stolen from porches), Roy passed by the graveyard again. Some part of him was curious. He hadn't seen those losers since he pranked them into those graves last night. Surely they'd gotten out by now, but still, he wondered what it looked like when they got out.

Something skittered past, obscured by shadows and the hazy fog, and the teen stopped in his tracks.

“What the hell?”

He squinted and inched forward, then jumped back when something was thrown at his feet. Crouching down to inspect it, he realized it was... a bite-sized candy bar. He frowned and looked up to ask who just threw that out, and was surprised to find a trail of candy leading further into the graveyard.

“Y'know, if you're trying to kill me, you're not exactly being subtle with the graveyard thing!” He called out in an annoyed tone, stuffing his hands into his pockets as he followed the ominous trail.

As he followed a weirdly familiar path between the headstones, he got the distinct feeling that he was being watched. But no matter when he turned around, he never saw anyone else in the graveyard with him.

The path of candy seemed to end abruptly, and he was confused until he realized that the dirt at the end of the trail was freshly placed. He looked up at the gravestones and felt his stomach drop.

Inscribed on the brand-new stones in a scratchy, carved out manner was: HERE LIE SKID AND PUMP, THE SPOOKIEST KIDS IN TOWN

What?! No way! He'd- He just tripped them into some holes, no way they were left there all night- No way they just.. died!

As his thoughts entered a panicked spiral, he didn't notice the low rumbling under the dirt. He was still trying to make sense of what had happened when a gloved hand burst out of the ground!

He wanted to run, but found his feet frustratingly heavy. Costume tattered and reeking of old meat, Roy screamed in horror as the two boys clawed themselves out of their graves... the very same graves he'd led them to!

“ROYYYY!” They cried out in their horrible, screechy voices. “YOU LEFT US HERE.... TO DIE!!!”

The moment he could feel his legs again, he bolted in the opposite direction.

He could hear them chasing after them- groaning, gurgling, and giggling- and forced himself to go as fast as his legs could take him.

Heart pounding, he made a mad dash for the exit of the graveyard. Was it a right here, or a left there? Did he already pass that headstone? It barely mattered, he just needed to keep running!

When Roy felt his foot catch on something, he realized with horror that the tripwires he left out last night were still there. He was sent into a roll, and was only stopped when he crashed into a statue of an angel.

He groaned groggily and tried to catch his bearings, but it was too late! The Spooky kids had cornered him, the moonlight from behind casting them in a terrifying shadow.

“We hope you had a good Spooky Month, Roy!” “Because it's gonna be your laaast!”

The two kinds rounded on him like a pair of vicious animals. Roy's life would have flashed before his eyes here but he had no sense of self-reflection, so instead he just thought about how lame it would be to be found dead in a cemetery.

“Waitwaitwait- Please don't kill me!” He pleaded, holding both hands up defensively. “I-I'll do anything, just don't eat my brains!!”

“Anything?”

“Y-Yeah! Whatever you losers want!” He offered nervously.

He saw the glint of their teeth as they grinned at him, and he gulped nervously.

“OW! Stop brushing so hard!”

Roy was sitting cross-legged in Pump's living room, getting his curly hair combed by Susie while the two kids ran around, grabbing props for his scarecrow costume. To his utter dismay, Ross and Robert were here too but they weren't here to help. Not him, at least.

“Okay, I think I have the brim of the hat fixed!” Robert chimed in, holding up a straw hat with a surprisingly neat brim. “Thank you, Robert!” Both of the kids chimed in happily, their costumes still dirty but their demeanor entirely back to normal.

“Ew- Wil, why do you smell like that? Did you roll around in dog food or something?” Susie scrunched up her nose. When Pump didn't respond beyond a lightly-suppressed giggle, her head whipped into his direction. “Wait, are you serious?!-”

“OKAY his costume's done we're gonna go now, byeee Susie!” Pump said, grabbing Roy by the wrist and dragging him out the door with a surprising strength for an eight-year old.

When they knocked on the first door, the person behind it had an expression of surprise as they opened the door and saw the odd trio. “TRICK OR TREAT!” The duo cheered happily, and Roy grumbled along with something similar enough. “...You three know it's November 1, right?”

HAPPY HALLOW- aw damn it's November 1

EITHER WAY !!! LOOK, I MADE A FUNNY LITTLE FIC !!!!

Roy decides to prank the Spookeez kids so he can finally have a normal night trick-or-treating… but what if he's gone too far this time?

They get a little silly!! A little goofy, even!!

@crossover-enthusiast (and um!! anyone else who's interested!!)

[surreal-duck]

went back and foud this silly doodle i remade from one of my first MS paint drawings. insane i made that first one when i was six