#im not really sure where else a vampire could suck from?? like i understand why its the neck it makes the most sense

[automatonwithautonomy]

i couldn't be bitten by a vampire cause they always go for the neck. like, no, i have to see you do it. it's the same when i get blood drawn i cannot look away.

[rinstars]

the call

pairing: suna x reader

genre: a little smut, angst, cheating, unrequited love

word count: 1.5k+

warnings: nsfw, weed/blunt, unhealthy relationships, no proofreading whatsoever im so tired lol sorry

note: i literally just reached 100 followers yesterday but thank u sooo much for another hundred! u guys have no idea how happy it makes me. here's a little gift in return :D in my head he's 99% this type of guy and i wanted to know how far i can take my imaginations with the image i have of him and this is where it took me heh.

The smell of leather and weed floating in the space surrounding you constricts your breathing, making you gasp for air – even more as he suctions the air out of you through your heated shared kiss, your lungs burning with the need for oxygen. But you ignore it. Running your fingers through his hair and meeting his hunger with kisses equally as rough, you ignore the building pain on your chest.

You rock your hips towards him, feeling his hard crotch rub you through the lace of the panties you bought just a few days ago. Pulling away for a moment only to gasp on his reddening plump lips while he lazily guides your movements on his lap, triggering a flood of pleasure to wash over you.

Slender, pale, and long fingers reached over to snatch another blunt, taking a long drag before the very same fingers of the opposite hand take the back of your neck so he can pull you closer to his lips. He breathes the smoke out of his mouth into yours, connecting your lips once again.

Despite the distinct scent of the drug, you taste a tinge of sweetness on your tongue as his own massages yours. Rocking your hips harder to his forces a moan out of you, making your fingers curl around his jet black hair. You pull away, muttering a small give me a minute to him. Leaning back on the steering wheel, you watch him while you try to control your ragged breathing.

His hair is long. Long enough that it falls softly all the way to his eyes and cheeks, the ends brushing his really pale skin. With your earlier statement, he just shrugged with the same unchanging look of nonchalance in his eyes while proceeding to take drags out of his blunt. His beautifully shaped eyes now bloodshot and shiny with moisture.

He's almost like a vampire, now that you think about it. So beautiful. Such pale skin but such dark hair. Sharp gaze but soft lips. Intoxicating scent but still so sweet.

The most similar thing between him and vampires, you thought, is the way he sucks all the life out of you. Drying you out and taking all your light.

This man has corrupted you more than you're willing to admit.

You opened your mouth to say something when the blaring ring of his phone makes you jump. His eyes glanced over the source before grabbing it with a sigh and scanning the monitor. You didn't even need to ask who it is. You're very well aware who it is, and why he never hesitates to answer.

When it comes to you, it always takes a lot of rings and missed calls before he picks up, though. You understand. You tell him you do, you always will.

His childhood bestfriend, Astumu whispered as if he heard you ask the identity of the mysterious caller in your head one night when you were drinking with him in a bar. Loves her a lot. Probably too much.

The alarms rang in your head that night, no matter how much you tried to ignore it. So annoying but at the same time so painful. You didn't know how to turn it off and you wish every single time you could.

"Darling. " He whispered with such a loving voice, one you never heard from him when he answers your calls. Your heart ached but you knew better than to confront him about it. Instead you cry in the arms of the twins, more on Atsumu's, since Osamu takes you through an hour long lecture of why you should have known better.

You know that much.

You shouldn't have let yourself get dragged in this stupid situation, craving a taken man and his touches. Letting him in on your secrets even when he barely lets you get a peak in his.

"I miss you too, my darling.. Oh?.. I'll be home soon." He speaks in pauses as he lets her finish speaking first. You close your eyes to prevent the liquid threatening to spill out, taking a deep breath before slowly lifting yourself from his lap to the passenger seat. His eyes widened a millimeter when he noticed you getting off him without having to tell you. You noticed he ended his call with her and you refuse to look back at him cause if you do, you are sure of another sleepless night.

Cold fingers hook under your chin, slowly turning your head to the left. He leans over the center console, connecting his lips with the soft skin of your neck, making you exhale out at the feeling of him sucking all the reason in you again. He runs his tongue wet on your collarbones, creating a glistening trail.

"I'll see you soon?" He whispered on the crook of your neck, nibbling it a little with his teeth. The bruises he leaves on your skin another reminder that everything is real.

You just hum with a nod, cupping his jaw and slowly pulling him away from you with a small smile. One of his bangs fell on the middle of his face, you reached up to brush it away.

So many unspoken words from you. Too many. You wonder if he has anything he's holding back to say too as his eyes linger on you a second longer than usual. Or maybe you're just desperately reading into the lines again, like what Osamu said way too many times.

"Rin, what.. what are we?" Every parting is like this, like a new way of saying goodbye that you both developed. You just needed to be reminded, to wake up from whatever delusions you're starting to have.

"Nothing." He replies as flatly as all the other times before. Not a hint of emotion – no amusement or remorse.

You swallow, letting your hands fall to your sides. On the verge of turning around and reaching the door, his voice echoes once again. "How many times are you gonna ask me this?"

Until you start feeling something. You thought to yourself.

Anger, disgust, love, hatred, adoration, anything. You just want him to feel something. Prove to yourself and everyone else that you're not just a tool to him.

"Sorry. Slipped out of habit." You settle for that response now. No point having a conversation with him about this.

"You don't have to leave right away, I can still drive you home."

Losing all the strength to refuse, you found yourself just agreeing with him. Why the fuck are you even so upset to begin with? You knew what you signed up for. You knew about the girl. You saw him with her in the very same bar a few nights ago before your first night together. Watched how much attention he gives her, how tightly he holds her.

"I'll break your heart by the end of this, baby." He warns you as you feel his length slip inside you, making you moan out in ecstasy.

"I don't care." You pant, grabbing him by the hips as a way of telling him to go faster.

Looking back, you shouldn't have been so foolish and say that. Now, you're paying the price. Now, your exit has been sealed.

The moment you met him, you forgot everything – your reason, pride, dignity, loyalty, sense, self-love. You hate how intoxicates you like the drugs on his backseat and yet you can't stop. You wonder if he knows how you feel about him. If he notices the way your eyes would light up when you see him or the way you would wrap your arms so tightly like you're afraid of letting him go.

The car stopped soon after and you looked out the window to find yourself in front of your house. You collected your things and fastened the clasp on your sandals then opened the door, stepping a foot outside when he once again stops you by the wrist.

"I'll call you soon. I promise."

"I'll be waiting." You wriggle out of his grip without looking back, stepping your remaining foot out to join with the other as you stand up to leave. "Take care, Rintarou."

"You too, baby." The sound of his tires grow fainter by the second as he speeds off to his and his girlfriend's shared apartment. You didn't notice the sobs wrecking your body. Not until you feel warm droplets fall to your open palms in front of you. You clutched your phone tightly, holding it to your chest.

You can only hope the next call comes soon.

note: a little smut + angst for everyone. whether or not this will be turned into a mini series completely depends on the feedback! let me know what u guys think <3

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[boys-from-santacarla]

can I request a David X Michael smut? if you're not comfortable then I totally understand :)

Notes: Ok, so first off: thank you so much for your request🤍. Second: this is my very first time writing a one shot about these boys, so I came up with this because I'm sure David's kink is to watch Michael hunt, so I tried my best. I don't know if this is what you were expecting, but I really really hope you like it 🤞🏻❤️. I accept feedback, writing advices, constructive criticism 😂, and more comments you want to let me know! I'm sorry you had to wait so much, btw, but I'm new on editing long posts on Tumblr.

Word Count: 1461

Warnings: NSFW, cursing, mentions of murder, mentions of blood, blowjob, handjobs, and basically just gay vampires.

Fast Learner (David x Michael)

They were on their way back to the cave. It had been four months since his turning, so by now the things coming with being a vampire were already accepted by Michael. But the midnight killings were still hard to get used to.

"You were good tonight, Michael." David commented interrupting his moral dilemma and sliding his arm over his shoulders. He tried to smile kindly and accepted the embrace.

"He says that 'cause he wants to get in your pants!" Paul joked from behind.

Everyone laughed and David gave him the finger, only increasing the laughs from the others.

"But he's right, Mike." Dwayne's deep voice added "You were better this time." Michael only nodded.

They quickly walked down the stairs and everyone went separate ways to get ready to catch some rest. Mike had some plans to get clean and prepare to get back home, but before he could totally get away from David's grasp, the blonde applied more force to keep him in place.

"Where you think you're going?" He asked amused.

"The sun's getting out and I still need to go home." He reminded him in an obvious tone. It was hard to maintain his normal life and keep up with his nocturnal schedule.

David's eyebrows raised up "Don't you think you'll need to look more... Normal?" He said grinning referring to his blood-soaked clothes. "Mom Emerson never told you to get clean after going out to play?" He laughed a little.

Mike decided to play clown too "So that's the only reason I'll need to delay my fly back? Get decent to go out?" He snapped back and bit his lip watching the other's mouth. David's eyes sparkled in delight. Straight to the point was his thing. So It didn't took more than three seconds to place Michael between his cold body and the wall with his hungry lips ravishing him.

He kept his fists on Michael's shirt, grinding his hips against the other boy to give his cock some needed friction.

"You really did good out there tonight. Making those pricks scream..." He whispered, lightly brushing the other's lips with his words. He stucked his tongue out and marked a wet path from jaw to cheekbone, then made a trail to the lobe and bit it. "Gave me a memorable show". He would never admit it out loud, but seeing Michael participate so vividly in their huntings always turned him on.

"I think I've learned from the best." Whispered the brunette while sliding his hands from David's waist to his ass. Then he took possession of the exposed neck with his teeth and tried to place a mark. David moaned and took hold of Michael's clothed cock to control his body and switch places. Now with him in between the wall and Mike, their kissing got rapidly messy, with both nibbling and sucking any exposed area. And Michael swore if he wasn't his new self, he would now be hot all over.

"But still you make a mess of yourself" David separated his mouth from the collarboone in mid attack and yanked the blood stained shirt. Michael knew he was right; it was normal to get back from their hunting with some blood on them, but not this much. So he put some inches of separation between them to lift his shirt and tossed it aside.

"Better this way?" He asked smirking.

"Yeah." David breathed taking in sight the defined pecs and strong abdomen. Wasting no more time he took hold of Michael's right hand and pulled it to his bulge. "Your technique at sucking still needs improvement tho."

"And you're volunteering to let me practice?" Mike replied almost in awe.

"Always"

Michael have him one last hot kiss, roughly biting his mate's lower lip at the end, and began his way down. His cold hands roamed David's belly underneath his shirt, sensually caressing his abdomen. The only thing the newly turned vampire hated about giving David head was the struggle with so many layers of clothes.

"Why don't you ever take this fucking coat off anyway? You're too cold?" Michael grumbled half joking, never taking his hands off.

"You're testing your luck, you know that?" If he was someone else, he would definitely be far gone by now, David thought.

But at least he was doing a great job.

Settling on his knees, he got to his target. He pressed his face to the already fat bulge and wetly kissed the thick layer of fabric. Then he slowly unzipped it and took it out of its confines, earning a low moan and two hands starting to stroke his soft curls.

Before going any further he looked up and saw David's head leaned on the wall with his eyes half closed. He grinned in contentment, feeling a mix of amusement, excitement and happiness realizing the power he had over this creature in vulnerable moments like this.

He took in one hand the cock before him and David inahled a sharp breath when it was softly squeezed at the base. This was followed by a leisure lick from the bottom to the top. As if savouring it for the first time, Michael gave it a couple of more tastes to then take the crown in his mouth, smacking his lips when he pull it out.

"Fuck, Michael" David breathed.

"That can come later" Mike answered and resumed his work putting the crown in his mouth again, this time giving it shelter a few more seconds before taking it deeper in his mouth. To cover the part left behind he moved his hand to massage it in rhythm with his mouth, and with the other hand he fondle his balls to gently roll and weigh them.

David kept moaning in appreciation, putting some pressure on Mike's skull and tugging at some strands to keep control of the pace, bobbing the head at his pleasure.

Without any more control in himself, David cradled the head with his palms pressing both cheeks and began to frantically fuck Michael's mouth.

"Shit. I love you can handle this" he praised while moving his thump to open more the wet cavity. His panting went wild as well as his movements, causing Michael to give up and just relax his throat to take as much as David gave him.

"Michael you keep it like that and I'm coming soon." David said and then stopped his fucking. He whined and pulled out dripping cock. "Get up" he ordered. Michael obligued and tried to gain some balance putting his hands on David's waist.

"You got big hands, babe." David mentioned "Why don't you work them on us." He commanded unbuckling Michael's jeans while Mike himself spitted on his palm to add slickness. When Michael's dick sprung free, he brought their hardnesses together. The touch made them both gasp, but in search for more Mike took both cocks more firmly in his right hand and changed his angle a bit to fit them correctly in the grasp.

Both moaned feeling their swelled dicks move together, and David said, controlling his tone to not sound pleading "Move."

And Michael began the strokes. At first he struggled to keep both cocks in his hand, so he adjusted his fingers to handle them better and began to catch velocity.

Michael started to feel dizzy with pleasure. With the adrenaline from the hunting still flowing through his veins, the sexual act felt even more powerful. So he put his head on David shoulders and moaned louder. "Damnit." He squeezed harder on their cocks.

"Yes. Yes. Just like that, babe." David panted in his ear. He then took hold of his neck with one hand and licked the other to lubricate it before moving it down to help make a better hold on themselves. They both began trusting in matched tempo, seeking their mutual release. They keep thrusting as brutally as they could.

Moments past before Michael whined, signaling his closeness "Oh, god. God, Im gonna come! I'm gonna-" he groaned and lost control of himself, spurting his load, getting both their hands and bellies sticky. The excitement making his body loose made his fangs come out, biting David's shoulder while spasming.

With Michael's hand reflexing involuntarily, and David's hand milking the last of him with hard strokes, David came too, sighing satisfied with relief. After a few recovering moments he noticed Michael's hand had fallen, breaking the contact on the now resting organs, but still felt the fangs cutting through his rough skin. Albeit not hurt, he protested the injury trying to catch his lover's attention clearing his throat. When Michael didn't respond, he tried again taking a deep breath and speaking "I still need to teach you to control those." He then smiled

Michael chuckled.

[leossmoonn]

Different

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pairing - kai parker x fem!reader

type - fluff

note - hey, guys! this is my first kai imagine and i hope you enjoy it. TVD is my new obsession lol. im sorry this is so sucky. sometimes my mind cant understand my imagination. (edit - been editing my format of my fics. this was one of my first fics lmaooo, anyways enjoy)

summary - you find out kai is different than what people say

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*gif isn’t mine*

“Damon, stop! Give it back!” You exclaimed and ran around the living room. Damon had your book in his hand, running around the house using his vamp speed.

“Not until you admit I’m the better brother!” He shouted.

You huffed and stop running. You looked over to Stefan. He was watching TV, totally ignoring everything.

“Never,” you smirked. Damon sighed and rolled his eyes. He went to drop the book but you quickly changed your mind.

“Fine! You, Damon Salvatore, are the better brother. Stefan sucks!”

Damon zoomed and caught the book. “Music to my ears,” he smiled.

You stuck your tongue out playfully and went to sit by Stefan to resume your reading.

“I’m the better brother, right?” Stefan whispered. I smiled and nodded. You two did your handshake and he put his arm around you.

You had been living with the Salvatores for almost three years now. You had almost gotten killed by Klaus Mikaelson and they saved you. Now, you were adopted into the family as Y/n Salvatore.

Your parents had died when you were young. You lived with your aunt for a while, but she died five years ago, leaving you all by yourself. You never knew anything about vampires until Damon had healed you with his blood. Ever since then, you were known as Stefan and Damon’s little sister.

As you were reading, there was a knock on the door. Stefan got up to get it and you continued reading. You heard a voice as the door opened. It was a new voice. You turned your head and saw an atrractive man at the door. Him and Stefan were arguing. You sat up and eyed the stranger.

He had brown hair that was combed back and dark blue eyes. The smile on his face showed his perfectly white teeth. You couldn’t help but stare. He was so cute. Suddenly, his eyes flickered to you. Your eyes widended and you turned around. You sunk into the couch as you had gotten caught staring.

“Who is that? I’ve never seen her before,” the stranger said. You heard him walk closer to you.

“Hey, back off. She’s off limits,” Damon said. He stood over you protectively.

“Relax. I’m not gonna hurt her. I’ve changed. Luke made that happened, remember?” the stranger said.

“I said back off,” Damon growled.

You nervously turned your head to meet the stranger. His blue eyes stared at you intensely.

“You’re pretty,” he smiled. You smiled. “T-Thank you.”

“Be quiet, Kai,” Damon said.

Your eyes widened. This was Kai? The dreaded Kai Parker that had killed most of his family and was planning to kill his twin sister? He didn’t fit the description you’ve heard Bonnie and Damon say.

“Sorry, dude. But really, who is she? Is she your girlfriend, Stefan?” Kai turned to Stefan.

“No. She’s our little sister,” Stefan replied.

Kai gasped and turned to me again. “Little sister? You don’t really look like them.”

“They adopted me three years ago,” you spoke up.

Kai’s eyebrows raised in surpise. “Interesting. What’s your name? I’m Kai Parker.”

He walked closer and stuck out his hand.

“I’m Y/n Salvatore,” you said and got up to shake his hand. Damon swatted Kai’s hand away before you could touch him.

“Ow!” Kai exclaimed.

“Stop with the small talk. What do you want?” Damon asked.

“Well, I was wondering if you have the ascendent,” Kai said.

“Why do you want it?” Stefan asked. He crossed his arms over his chest.

“I need it. Where is it?” Kai asked.

“Tell us the reason first,” Stefan argued.

Kai rolled his eyes. “I just need it. Please.”

“Stefan, can you go get it?” Damon said.

Stefan sighed and nodded.

“What about him being dangerous like you’ve said?” You asked Damon.

“Well, he might threaten to kill you if he doesn’t get it. None of us would want to lose you,” Damon explained.

You nodded, “I’m going to get a sandwhich.”

“Oh! Can I have one?” Kai asked and started to follow you.

“Uh, no! Sit,” Damon said.

You furrowed your brows. “Damon, I’m an adult and can protect myself. He can come with me.”

“Y/n, no,” Damon said.

“Please. I’ll just be in the next room. I’ll scream if I need help,” you pleaded.

“I promise to stay five feet away,” Kai said.

“Fine,” Damon said and glared at Kai.

You smiled and went into the kitchen with Kai. You got out bread, cheese, and turkey.

“So, are you a vampire?” Kai asked.

“No. I’m a human,” you said.

“Really? They haven’t turned you?”

“Nope. Damon did heal me with his blood when we met, though. They’ve suggested turning me a lot, but I want to stay human,” you explained.

Kai nodded. “How old are you then?”

“20. You?”

“22.”

“Cool,” you said and handed him the bread.

“Mhm. So, why do you live with Damon and Stefan if you’re not biologically their sister?”

“Like I said, I’m adopted. My parents died when I was six from what I now know was a vampire attack. My aunt took me in, but she died five years ago. Damon found me right when I was about to get drained of blood. He healed me and I ended up staying here for a week. After I learned everything about everyone and everything, and they learned I had nowhere to go, Stefan decided to let me live here. I had changed my last name offically two years ago when they suggested I live here forever,” you explained.

“They’re honestly the best brothers ever. I was an only child, so all the protection and stuff was weird, but I love them anyway.”

“Wow. You’re lucky,” Kai said.

“I am,” you smiled widely.

Kai smiled back and sat down. You sat down next to him and ate your food. Kai decided to break the silence.

“Are you dating anyone?”

You looked at him with wide eyes. You shook your head and swallowed your food nervously.

“Why do you ask?”

“Well, I did mean it when I said that you’re pretty. Want to go to lunch with me sometime?”

“Me?” You asked.

“Well, who else am I talking about?” Kai joked.

“Sorry I just never have had a boyfriend before,” you said.

“Well, if you go on a date with me, you might get your first one,” he winked.

Your stomach did flips. “Sure. We can go out,” you said without thinking about what your brother’s would say.

“Great! Can I have your number?” He asked and pulled out his phone.

You nodded and put your number in his phone. He smiled widely. He looked genuinely happy about this, which was a surprise since you never thought anyone would like you.

You smiled back. He was a lot different than the other’s portrayed him. But it was a good different.

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[blookmallow]

some brotherhood stuff, some more vampires, Other Things 

i was out adventuring with cicero and lost track of him for a while so i went to check on him to make sure he was okay bc i absolutely will not be able to live with myself if i kill him on accident 

i retraced my steps and could not fucking find him anywhere and couldn’t even hear him (usually his. constant singing and chattering is a great help in locating him lmao) 

but then i finally found his life aura 

ALL THE FUCKING WAY UP THERE, FOR SOME REASON, 

wHY ARE YOU UP HERE. HOW DID YOU GET HERE. CICERO. 

he wasn’t talking anymore either and was just like. staring at me. standing in a cliffside. i eventually got him down and he was fine (after phasing through rocks a few times) but im just

cicero. my love. why have you done this 

nazir you are going to show him some goddamn RESPECT and he will dance as much as he pleases this is my organization now 

later i went back to visit the destroyed brotherhood sanctuary to pay my respects, as you do, and there was a fuckign penitus occulatus guy just hanging around here. get the FUCK OUT OF HERE haven’t you done ENOUGH

and ever since i lost shadowmere (i still can’t find him. i dont know what to do at this point) ive been coming back here to see if he’ll respawn from his swamp or something and every time there’s another guy here. why are you still here i will kill every single one of you

and i have been. it’s now my personal mission to kill as many of these guys as i can im starting a collection of their armor every time i kill one

i don’t remember where everyone else’s bodies were but astrid is gone now. the flower i dropped beside her is still there but i want to know what happened to her body. did someone steal it,

the only one left is festus stuck to the tree outside. there’s nothing here anymore but it still makes me so sad 

then i got one of the recurring minor contract quests to kill off some official in solitude (which was actually an interesting job. i stopped doing them for a while bc it was always just like “kill this hunter who’s just standing in the woods” i want the CHALLENGE i want ‘kill a target in the middle of a busy city without getting caught’) and i was all set up in my spot out of sight with my poisoned arrows ready to go and then 

CHILD. NOW IS NOT THE TIME :’ ) :’ ) 

(she didn’t catch on to what i was doing and i did complete the quest without getting caught. by my daughter or anyone else lmao) 

ive been picking off all the agents in solitude whenever i see them as well. i havent been caught yet and the guards mostly react to it with mild surprise 

ah. that might be why 

i DID get called out once even though i didn’t have a bounty or anything so i shouldn’t have been seen, i don’t remember who sent this i think it was one of the bard ladies at the college, but like. i went to talk to her and she didn’t have any different dialogue or anything. this didn’t go anywhere,

i dont remember what happened here, this must’ve been another brotherhood contract or something but i love how everyone just like, goes back to whatever they were doing after they notice a corpse sitting there. like. look at them they don’t even care 

i love this guy. i dont know if he actually has a casual symbiotic relationship with The Actual Arkay or if he’s just fully convinced he does but either way i support whatever it is he’s doing with his life 

hahahaha you know how it is with arkay. always a joker 

serana keeps finding dead bodies everywhere we go somehow or another she is just constantly making zombies lmao 

this guy was a dead-when-we-got-there victim in a cave somewhere and she just. brought him out with us. he turned into ash pretty soon after but like. let the poor guy rest, 

god damn it why can serana raise a random dead prisoner but i can’t reanimate the corpse of one of my brotherhood torture victims. unfair

but then i did some quest at some point where there were all these vigilants of stendarr who were under some spell that turned them all hostile, so basically i just had to fight them all off 

I GOT ONE 

I MADE A ZOMBIE I DID IT 

i dont understand why i can resurrect like. someone who was clearly a fighter possibly a mage in life but Random Nord We Had As A Torture Subject For Some Reason is too powerful. ok 

HOWEVER 

FOR SOME REASON, maven sent me an inheritance letter??? they didnt even have a name. its just Charmed Vigilant. im guessing this had to have been because one of them was my undead thrall for a while but i still definitely killed them myself initially before the spell ran out and disintegrated them. why did i get 300 gold for killing an unnamed npc. whats going on here 

i dont remember if i mentioned it before but i had this weird empty side room in riften and didnt understand why it was there but was like heheheh im gonna fill this room with bloody rags and hearts and weird shit 

BUT THEN suddenly i gained a housecarl out of nowhere, i dont know why she wasn’t here before or why it took her so long to appear, but this room spontaneously just morphed into Her Room Now and fucked up all my stuff i was SO mad 

i dont remember what all i had in here, some of it was just on the floor or on furniture or whatever but im pretty sure some things got lost in the void and ill never know what they were. i dont think i left anything valuable in here but still

also this house is really really small so she was just. Constantly in my way, too

then i had her with me and tried to break into the east empire warehouse to do a thieves guild thing, figured she’s my riften housecarl, maven’s the jarl of riften, iona probably knows what’s up, right, but no she was all “bluhhh you’re not supposed to be in here >:(” and i was trying to sneak around the guards to avoid causing a scene but SHE kept just running in and MURDERING them, so i mean, i may have broken into a place im not supposed to be, but SHE was the one doing murders, and anyway there was, uh, this. very tragic accident, you see, and somehow she just didn’t make it. couldn’t have been prevented. very sad. can’t imagine how this could have happened. nothing i could do 

brynjolf your elixir sucks. this is literally less useful than like, a cabbage

how did you... lock... a satchel  

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Experimental

Summary: As a scientist, it was up to Changkyun to ensure the variables in this experiment remained controlled. The last thing he expected was to become part of the experiment himself.

Pairing: Im Changkyun x reader

Genre: vampire au / co-workers to lovers au

Warnings: a snippet of vampire sexual urges but it’s all really tame tbh.

A/N: The final week of Frightful October is here! Welcome to The Classics! Who doesn’t love a good vampire story, huh? And because I forever enjoy writing Changkyun and science together, let’s continue that trend here!

Word count: 4059

[Frightful October Masterlist]

It all happened quite fast really.

One day, Changkyun was human and the very next day he was a vampire. Waking up in his new form had initially confused him. Much like Peter Parker in the Spiderman series, once the venom had run throughout his body, the physical attributes were the first sign to his change. Changkyun sat up in his bed, his vision increasingly sharper than it had been the day before. Rubbing at his eyes, he returned to staring at the curtains, letting out a yelp when the skin over his face started to feel overly hot with the stream of morning light hitting it.

Unlike Peter Parker, Changkyun’s changes didn’t excite him about being some amazing superhero with heightened abilities.

Instead, he let out a curse. An incredibly long, unintelligible string of profanity actually, dashing out of his room and into the bathroom with haste. He should have been more concerned, but he laughed incredulously as he swore again, no longer capable of seeing his reflection in the mirror at all.

And that was when Im Changkyun realised his experiments had adopted a very different variable that he hadn’t been prepared for.

“Are you alright?” you asked when Changkyun arrived in the lab two hours later, glancing up from the microscope you were observing slides of the specimen under and frowning. “Your skin looks deathly pale.”

With another bitter laugh, Changkyun nodded, slipping on his lab coat and coming over to your side. He knew enough about the blood you were working on together now that he expected the burning before he even took a single step forward. But it was unimaginable how overwhelming it all got. He could hear your heartbeat, steady and strong. Your blood was rushing through your veins, flowing down forks and pathways at a rate he had never anticipated. He could sense your next slightest movement before you made it and you suddenly had a scent permeating off your body he had never smelled before.

It was so delectable, he could almost taste it.

Still, to you, Changkyun appeared sluggish, perhaps a little unwell. His sudden transformation overnight was unbeknownst to you and you merely smiled warmly at him when he was close enough.

Far too close for a newly turned vampire, he thought.

“I’ve been monitoring the slides you made last night and there have been some evolving cells in slide seven,” you explained, picking it up and placing it under the microscope. Changkyun had seen it before you had placed it down, blinking rapidly at being able to pick it up without the assistance of equipment. Still, he humoured you, stepping in front of the instrument and looked down into it.

Of course, there had been some improvement. The hybrid cells had formed thanks to him and the mishap he had last night.

At first, he hadn’t wanted to admit he had made a mistake. As the head scientist on this project, he knew more than anyone else about the impacts of the specimen you were working with. Whilst there was no vampire present in this lab – or at least, there hadn’t been until now – the blood was potent enough that if a single drop touched human skin, it would end up being a fatal experience.

And then you’d wake up a vampire, just as he had.

It wasn’t even that simple. He had been on the brink of discovery, focusing on the cell structure in slide number seven that was showing possible indications on how to duplicate it enough to create a cure. Whilst vampires only made up 5% of the world’s population, the primitive creature comforts of drinking from the necks of victims was now in for a modernised revision. There was a market for medical research, to help vampires live more comfortably alongside humans. No more sucking them dry or using up blood banks that were exploiting the not-so mythical creatures for all they were worth. Instead, they would offer a synthetic drug with components that allowed the vampire to exist peacefully in a world run by humans. It wouldn’t cure them completely, but if taken regularly, it would keep the carnal urges at bay, allow them to walk in sunlight and even share normal interactions with humans.

He had been so close with a breakthrough, only to taint it with his own blood instead.

Looking at the slide, he could see the cells had morphed, enhanced by his blood that it had absorbed. Essentially, he had fed the deprived specimen when his finger had slipped whilst working last night, and whilst he had been focusing more on himself and trying to not get infected, he had abandoned the slide’s immediate changes.

Now up close, it looked beautiful.

“I don’t know how such a change could have happened,” you mentioned with confusion, lifting your hand to rest on his upper arm as you would often do in the lab. However, he knew it was about to happen and stepped away before you could touch him, your perplexed expression deepening at his jittery behaviour. Your eyebrows knitted together. “You okay?”

“Just watch that slide for me. Do not touch it with your hands.”

You rolled your eyes. “Who would be dumb enough to do that? That’s why we have specialised equipment, Kyun.”

“Of course. I’ll be up in my office if you need me,” he mumbled, leaving you on the lab floor and taking to the stairs in the corner, hurrying up them and into his sanctuary. Once the door was shut, he ran a hand over his face irritably, soon pulling away to inspect his finger. The cut was gone, as he expected it would be but still, it piqued his curiosity. As a scientist, it was an innate skill to always ask questions of the problems presented to him. He couldn’t understand how he had changed into a vampire when his actual finger hadn’t touched the slide. What had been contaminated by the blood before his wound happened? The outside of his gloves? Your chiding answer repeated in his head, and Changkyun replayed last night’s hours spent in the office. He marvelled at the speed in which his brain functioned, the clarity of his memory now exceptional. It was as if he was rewinding through CCTV, finding the moment of his accident and watching it unfold in his mind once more. He had been using the equipment expected of his team. Although his attention was definitely not on what was happening around him, and that was where the fault lied. He recognised there was more than one slide infected, leaping up from his chair and raced down the stairs right as you glanced up at him in horror.

“Changkyun, slide four is empty!”

He already knew where it had gone.

Explaining his mishap wasn’t something he wanted to do. Especially since he was now a vampire. He didn’t know what this variable meant to this team. Would you freak out and tell the officials? Were the past five years of his endless research about to go to waste now that he wasn’t effectively alive? Changkyun knew he couldn’t risk that, and yet he had no option but to let you know considering this project was as important to you as it was to him.

“You’re being really weird today,” you told him as he pulled you aside from your panic over the missing specimen, whining at his hand on yours. “Are you running a fever? You’re ice cold.”

“I’m dead.”

“Ha-ha, very funny, boss,” you replied, rolling your eyes. Changkyun didn’t respond and when you were done with your dry humour, you stared at him, unblinking.

“It was a mistake,” he mentioned weakly, rubbing the back of his head awkwardly. “I wasn’t paying enough attention and-”

“Slide four?!” you exclaimed, looking him up at down as if you would find a visible sign on him. There was already enough physical evidence before you, but it didn’t give you the clarity you sought out in your current state.

“Slide seven is contaminated with my blood,” he told you and then heaved a deep breath. “Slide four contaminated me.”

“You’re really dead?”

“Want to grab a stethoscope and check for the lack of beats in my heart?” he offered dryly but you had already grabbed at his wrist, checking for his pulse. You dropped his hand with a dramatic gasp when you found no living signs within his body and Changkyun sighed.

“You’re�� you’re a vampire?” you whispered and he nodded. “Really? You’re dead?!”

“So now we have this established-”

“Oh my God, Changkyun, you can’t be a vampire!” you wailed, tears springing to your eyes. You appeared to be in mourning of his loss of life and for a moment, he softened, reaching out to pat your back gently. You glanced up at him through the veil of your emotions, your expression changing. You then thumped him on the chest. “You absolute idiot!”

“Was that meant to be an attack? It felt like a fly landed on me,” he mused and you growled at him, thumping him again. Chuckling at your now weakened attack on his body, he allowed you to hit him three more times before he suddenly took your hands hostage, quirking a warning eyebrow at you. “Now, don’t excite me too much, Y/N. We don’t know what my new skills can do.”

“I can’t believe how stupid you are. Of all the people, who preached on and on about keeping the experiments stable and safe, it’s you who gets infected. Are you sure you didn’t just do it on purpose? Oh, look at me, the scientist vampire!”

“Okay, that’s enough,” he grumbled, all humour evaporated as he stared at you darkly. “Accident or not, I’m still your boss. And this is my experiment I’m leading. We’ve just got a new variable in place now.”

“Instead of using slides, I can use you?” you offered sourly, folding your arms across your chest. “Here, you didn’t have a vampire specimen in the flesh before, now you can use me.”

“Are you done?”

“No, I’m still frustrated,” you admitted with a heavy breath, looking up at him soon after. “Are you going to be okay?”

“Well, I don’t know. My studies tell me that I should be okay until I’m hungry.”

“Which is when? Should I go get you some blood? I think we have some in the chiller. What type do you fancy? A, O-positive?”

It all sounded so unfathomable to him right then and he merely glared at your rambling.

“What? I need to keep myself safe too. Soon you’ll be telling me how delicious I smell and want me to offer up a wrist or something.”

Changkyun swore for the umpteenth time today. “You do smell better than any meal I’ve ever had.”

You gaped at his announcement, but he merely moved to the chair behind his desk, shaking his head. “But I’d be damned if I ever drank a sip of your blood.”

Three days after his transformation, you had calmed down enough to see the benefits of having a vampire in the lab. Of course, Changkyun was concerned about the changes to his body and requested a full examination before your thoughts ran off with you. He did agree with you, advances on the research would be faster with his newly gained immortality. A test subject would be needed eventually, and this way he would be able to control the experiments on the subject since it would be himself.

Still, initial findings were needed.

“Okay, strip,” you instructed gleefully, Changkyun darting his focus to your wicked expression. “What, I need access to your body to get in-depth analysis, boss.”

“There’s no need to sound so exceptionally excited about it. There’s nothing major to uncover,” Changkyun grumbled, unbuttoning his shirt all the same. Your avid watch soon changed, the further his body appeared on display, the deeper the blush on your skin became. He smirked. “Or maybe, there is something to be excited over.”

“Who knew an overworked scientist would find enough time to hit up the gym,” you breathed, supposedly out of hearing. Though you realised his improved hearing had picked up on your admiration and you coughed loudly, turning away from him to gather your equipment and hopefully some more composure.

“What’s first?” he asked as he sat with his legs dangling over the edge of the examination table, and you turned far too quickly, his hand reaching out to stabilise you. He quirked an eyebrow at you. “Are you fit to examine me?”

“Get over yourself, of course I am,” you muttered, taking a deep breath. Staring up into his eyes as opposed to his naked torso, you listed off all that you wanted to check. The basic stats had already been kept on record since his change, Changkyun monitoring his own health. Of course, apart from the whole lack of a heartbeat and aversion to sunlight, he felt physically perfect.

And your findings supported this. “The x-rays show no abnormalities and your reflexes are off the charts. Sight is far superior than before and you aced your hearing exam. Only one thing left.”

“Ultrasound?” he concluded and you nodded. He moved onto the examination table again, resting into the back support that you had raised up so he could watch your findings. You wheeled the machine over and started setting up; now relatively quiet for someone who normally had a lot to say.

“Is it all becoming too much for you today, doctor?” he teased and you glanced at him, your expression vulnerable. Changkyun frowned, wondering what you were thinking of.

“Is it true about the uncontrollable sexual desires?” you asked softly as you gently dabbed gel onto the points of his bare chest that you would use to help the wand glide over his skin. You dare didn’t look up, but the rosy flush to your skin was enough to excite Changkyun.

Still, he shrugged in answer. “I’ve been a vampire for three days, what would I know about it?”

The truth was he was acutely aware of the multitude of urges of his new existence. Not only did he track your vitals constantly, but he had vivid fantasies over how he wanted to hear your heart rate spike from him bending you over the table behind you. He wanted to take you as his own and carry you through elicit passion until your human body could no longer continue.

Then again, Changkyun didn’t quite need to be a vampire to have sexual fantasises over you. He’d been having them for as long as he had known you, just not to the extremes they were at now. And he had never been bold enough to act on any of them.

He wondered how long he would be able to hold out on them now.

“I guess it’s another myth. We’ll have to cross it out of our studies.”

“There’s no need to be that hasty, Y/N,” he breathed, arching under the feather-like touch of the wand on his chest. He was annoyed that it wasn’t your hand instead; his desires now heightened thanks to your opening of the topic. Glancing away from your sudden look in his direction, he tapped at the screen. “I want a full study of my heart. That is the one area we need more information on. The findings we have suggest it’s the heart that stimulates the disease so let’s start with that.”

“Of course,” you answered firmly, picking up the task and expertly examining the inner areas of his chest. As you worked, Changkyun tried to focus on any findings of his own. Instead of his chest, he watched you. Were you comfortable with his new form already? You showed no fear towards him, that was evident. But could he trust that you would protect his identity from the higher-ups? That part he hadn’t quite figured out yet. He was prepared to close the experiment down if it kept you safe, and open a private case-study away from here to focus on ways to improve his condition.

But having you onboard had always been a requirement for his studies and without you, he didn’t know what he’d do.

“You’re right; I believe the vampire qualities stem from your heart. I’ll need to study the new slides of your blood cell count, but for now, I am seeing several abnormalities to your heart.”

Changkyun didn’t answer, too lost in staring at you. What more would he have to give up to have you stay at his side? He couldn’t be cliché and say he’d give up his life for you. That was already taken away. But could he exist away from you? His brooding intensified, so focused on his thoughts that when your hand touched his bare chest, he flinched, reacting out of instinct.

You were underneath him on the table in lightning speed, both arms pinned under the weight of his hands. Despite your wide stare, you weren’t frightened at all. He was breathing heavily over you, panting from the outburst.

“Changkyun, did you lie?” you asked softly, your dry swallow echoing in his ears. “It’s not a myth is it?”

“Vampire or not, desires about you have always been there, Y/N.”

“Will you do anything about it?” you hoped, lust surfacing in your gaze. He could take you right there and then. Fulfil all he wanted to, answer every craving.

Instead, he climbed off of you, shaking his head in rejection.

“We need to know all about how I work first. I’m not risking your safety just because I want you.”

You had always been a hard worker, yet since the heated moment during his examination, you were further dedicated to your work. From the first moment you stepped into the lab, you were right to it, taking notes on the slides you were monitoring. You requested more examinations throughout the week, and barely stopped to eat lunch and dinner from being so consumed with your studies.

If Changkyun hadn’t been the subject, he would have been thrilled at your determination and work ethic.

However, he was growing concerned by the day. The discoveries made were all positive, but working so closely alongside you was giving him quite the headache. He was wrestling with his morals, the wickedness of his vampire side battling with the remnants of the human mind. He craved more of you as each hour went by.

It was soon the weekend and Changkyun had given you the day off, spending his own in the lab. The artificial lighting made him feel as if he was still able to function, knowing that he couldn’t join you in running into town to get the groceries since the sun was out. He realised even if you did love him back that your relationship couldn’t be normal now. No dates, not unless they were at night. He couldn’t just go out anywhere either, triggered by the slightest changes around him. Being relaxed and carefree with you was basically impossible.

When one touch from him could crush you.

The weather had turned by the time you arrived back, your clothes sodden as you stepped into the lab, heading for the kitchen to put away your purchases. Just looking at you heated him completely and he snapped the titanium instrument in his grasp in two as if it was a toothpick. You reappeared, gasping at his predicament, blood dripping from his hand.

“Changkyun, you’re bleeding!” you cried, dashing over and he backed off just as fast, pressing himself into the wall. He felt an imprint forming behind him but he didn’t care, watching you to ensure your movement stilled. Looking away to the blood on the table, you went to clean it when he hissed.

“Y/N, leave the lab, now. Go shower and change and I’ll clean this up.”

“But you’re hurt-”

“NOW!” he roared and it was enough for you to back off, turning on your heel and racing towards the exit. He could smell the change in your mood, frightened by him for the first time since he became a vampire. Now out of his sight, he slumped onto the floor, hanging his head.

Nothing could be normal between you as a couple.

The next day you didn’t appear in the lab, and Changkyun didn’t call you down either. He focused on watching over the four slides he had been experimenting with and not on the tears he would hear you shed from upstairs now and then. The weather was still storming outside, the sun nowhere in sight when he left the lab in the afternoon to retrieve a book from his room. Staring at the outside world, he felt compelled to walk out into it, smiling when the rain hit him. His skin didn’t burn or tingle, the sky cloudy enough that this world was safe for him to be out in. He didn’t know how long he walked for or how much he stopped and stared up at the heavens raining upon him, but when he heard your desperate cries behind him, he finally turned, noticing the tears in your eyes.

“Why are you out here?!” you asked, spluttering over your emotions. “Are you okay?!”

“I’m fine! The rain doesn’t hurt at all!”

“Really?” Sniffling back your tears, you stepped closer. “You’re fine?”

“I’m fine. It’s just the sun I can’t be out in!” He laughed, and you grinned, the shared moment easing some of the troubles between you both. You moved until your arms wrapped around his waist, firmly gripping at him so he wouldn’t push you off.

“I don’t want you to leave me,” you told him, pressing into his body further. “I can’t lose you.”

“It’s dangerous around me though, you saw how I was the other day.”

“We’ll figure it out; we’re both pretty good at solving puzzles.” Looking up at him, you squinted against the rain still falling upon you both. Changkyun angled his head enough so that the water didn’t fall onto your face. You beamed. “See, you just solved that problem.”

“You’re stupid for loving me, you know.”

“If it helps you any, I’ve loved you a whole lot longer before you became immortal, Changkyun.”

“Just don’t be like the typical female characters in movies who fawn over their vampire boyfriends like they’re something amazing. I’m still the quirky guy you’ve known since university.”

“I have to get a vampire boyfriend first and that’s been proving rather difficult,” you retorted, scrunching your nose up in disgust. “I basically threw myself at you and you denied me. Guess I’m too human for you now, huh?”

“It’s nothing like that,” he confirmed, cupping your face in his hand gently. “Though I do worry about hurting you.”

“Worse comes to-”

“Don’t finish that sentence; your heart has to keep beating.”

“Why?”

“Because it sounds beautiful,” he told you, leaning down to kiss you. It felt long overdue, the sweetness of your first embrace soon overwhelmed by a hunger that he was certain stemmed more from you than him. He was surprised by your eagerness, allowing you to call how long the kiss lasted. And when you pulled away, you grinned.

“You protect my heart and I’ll do whatever I can to make sure you can walk in the sun again.”

“That sounds like an unfair agreement. Do you know how much control I have to maintain when I’m around you?” he pointed out, taking your hand in his. Then he held up your linked hands and shook them. “I could break your hand right now.”

“You won’t,” you assured with a smile and Changkyun rolled his eyes. “You know, I could work on a way to make you stop existing if you piss me off too much. Scientist, remember?”

“And am I now your biggest subject?”

“I guess you could say that. I need to open up a new case study when we’re back at the lab.”

“What’s it about?”

“How to be a human in love with a vampire,” you told him, smiling demurely. “Reckon I’ll find out all the answers?”

“I’m not sure,” he mused, leaning down to kiss you again. “But you have a lifetime ahead of you to find out.”

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Hey I m just curious..What are your headcanons on how malec brought unity in shadow world after being married?what are they up-to now? What happened in the one year gap we see in the finale?how is being high warlock of Alicante really been for Magnus?Do you think being in Edom has brought a change in his magic coz IDK but he looked kinda different & more powerful in Edom.He must have gone through mental struggle after that which was never addressed. Sorry this is too long so feel free to avoid

nah this is great and i love ur asks! im sorry it took me so long to answer this euaeiusndjandsa but anyway, right, what are malec up to politically speaking

honestly i dont really know about alec because, uh, first of all the show fucked up yet again by making alec inquisitor, which is kind of like, the equivalent of the judiciary power in the shadow world? so he’s not really being able to change the law, just kind of applying it, which is. hmmmm. i mean i guess we don’t even know if shadowhunters have a tri-partition of the power anyway, and i wouldn’t be surprised if they didn’t because their society sucks, so maybe the judiciary and legislative power are the same, who the fuck knows. and i mean in the brazilian context at least the judiciary power has been really important in keeping the executive power (aka the president bolsonaro, aka a completely nuts fascist) at bay, because they basically rule his most like clearly authoritarian ideas out. but that’s because they can because most of what bolsonaro tries to do is not even constitutional, and brazil actually has one of the most progressive constitutions in the world from what i’ve heard - it mostly just doesn’t translate into practice lmao. so do shadowhunters have a constitution? like technically they claim that one of the reason the shadowhunters exist is to protect downworlders, so maybe as inquisitor he is going around being like “this is against the principle of protecting downworlders, im ruling this out” and deeply frustrating the clave legislative and executive powers, which is a nice mental image. so maybe that’s what he’s doing? like i don’t really believe in “changing the system from the inside” but it is good to have an ally in such a position of power so that’s definitely useful to fight off the brand new ways in which the clave decides to fuck downworlders over

as for magnus!!! i know quite a number of people, especially magnus stans, hate the whole “high warlock of alicante” thing and i can understand why - i deeply hated that magnus lost his position as high warlock of brooklyn for making basically the smartest decision at the time and it does feel kind of shadowhunter-centric, like, oh alec is in idris so i guess magnus has to be, too. but i actually think the whole “high warlock of alicante” thing has such amazing potential that is almost never discussed neither by the part of the fandom that is enthusiastic about it nor by the part that is wary of it. like first of all, the very existence of this position means that magnus made, and is making, history. warlocks weren’t even allowed in alicante before. somehow, within a year, the organized downworlder resistance has managed to rule this out and not only be allowed in alicante, but to be politically organized in the very heart of the clave. and magnus was chosen as their representative in what is possibly the most tense place for them politically. i know the finale was kind of like “racism is over now” with the whole “magnus getting constant calls to update wards so they allow downworlders in” thing, but i’m gonna ignore that because it’s not that quick or that easy. but the idea that the downworlders are occupying a space that has been denied for them since always, choosing representatives for them, and organizing to fight shadowhunter bigotry???? is rad as hell. i also think that from that point of view magnus’ position is way more important than alec’s, and that might be because, again, i don’t really believe in “changing the system from the inside” even if i do believe in haing allies there. but while alec is like, mostly keeping the worst at bay, magnus is being able to actually put forward warlock political demands and calls for rights, fighting the clave from outside of it, pressuring it and keeping the downworlders organized. im thinking like downworlder assemblies - we don’t really know how the whole “high warlock” thing works but i’m gonna choose to believe it’s a way more democratic position than the show implies, especially because i mean, magnus would want to listen to everyone he’s supposed to be representing and make the whole process as participative as possible. that’s also important to keep a community organized and if they weren’t there’s no way there would have been so many changes. so i think the downworlders in general, but particularly warlocks (since seelies, wolves and even vampires seem to have an organization thats closest to monarchy, and warlocks organization beyond the fact that high warlocks exist and are voted for was never mentioned. also i just love the warlock community as y’all probably already know, i’m a sucker for them and i think they’re amazing) have assemblies and places of political discussion in Idris. so the idea that magnus gets to be the high warlock, that he’s trusted to lead them in such a delicate moment in shadow world history, that he’s succeeding, sounds actually amazing to me. 

i just love imagining that they have regular assemblies, where they discuss their next steps on the fight and demand for equal rights. downworlders striking? beautiful. downworlders building their own self-organized spaces in idris, such as schools and health centers where they can be treated or taught without the bigotry that goes on in shadowhunter schools? stunning. downworlders building a tight community together in idris, rather than keeping their own council separated like they used to, looking for unity while still respecting their cultural differences and right to isonomy? chef’s kiss. downworlders rallying to push for political changes? brilliant. i think the potential magnus’ position has in this context is so underrated. there’s so much he could be doing - and i’m sure is doing - with that. the finale pushes a little too far with the whole “everything is good now” thing, i think, and it was definitely harder and bumpier than they make it look - a lot of defeats, a lot of struggle, a lot of fights both within and outside the community and even more with the clave. they’ve definitely been working their asses off and getting frustrated constantly, but they’re also building something amazing as downworlders. they are effectively changing a lot and the very existence of magnus’ position proves that. the downworlder community in idris is possibly stronger than anywhere else and has a lot of its own spaces that are being built and while i don’t like the idea of “leaders” particularly because i’m a dirty little anarchist, i think a lot of that is thanks to magnus. so yeah i think this has a lot of potential and also it’s very possible that lorenzo is eating his heart out in jealousy, which is always my jam

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@merkleymrack yeah the jeremy renner parallel continues because i don’t think his writing is horrible or anything, but it’s like. not That good and imo really overhyped. like, i’ve always found it Readable for sure because there’ll be good moments mixed in and like, usually suspense enough to power through, but there’s kind of repetitive Underwhelming Elements where it’s like, could you have tried harder here? been a little more creative?? it’s part of why i feel like plenty of stuff would be better as short stories. that, and i’ve read a short story of his that i liked better overall than novels of his. and yet the short story Still dragged on too long also, sooooo many “twenty bucks says it’s self-insert” moody lonely cishet dude protagonists. and he writes women unsurprisingly badly iirc and like, wild that his first novel was So all about women but also like, yeah that makes sense. all these high school girls are Bitches and/or Stupid and everyone just keeps absolute handfuls of menstrual supplies on hand in the locker room and has anyone in their life referred to using a tampon as “plug(ging) it up”?? was that a thing whenever stephen king was in college? anyways and then there’s the Nice Girl and the Nice Mom-Type Teacher and the Crazy Woman and carrie self-destructs. i question his commentary on misogyny and overall i’d probably drop a lot of my grudge here if he didn’t write women like he does for example the first book of his i read (like a whole decade ago or so) was salem’s lot? not The most popular i guess and it’s like, a vampire comes to a small town and the isolation / insular nature of said small town means that like, it just picks people off one by one and nobody notices b/c it’s just treated like scandals that people will whisper about but not really do anything about. which like, there’s the usual somewhat interesting premise, (also Protagonist being like, haunted by something he saw as a kid that freaked him out and idk what the parallels there were or weren’t) but god it’s a really long one and it really dragged on. and the ending was underwhelming for as long as it was. and anyways one of my main annoyances was that Moody Lonely Protagonist Man meets some helpful understanding supportive Woman Love Interest and she sparks his interest in life some more and they just up and fuck in the middle of a yard or something at some point (weird unnecessary sex scenes are also a usual feature once or twice a book when the protag is a moody lonely protagonist, but if he’s married it’s like “yeah the sex was alright but also just kind of hollow and routine and [weird descriptions of bodies]” but here it was like, oh she’s attractive and younger and this is so great for my morale!! and then like a chapter later this love interest lady ventures helpfully into the vampire nest mansion and gets caught and then protagonist man eventually ventures in too and she’s a vampire and he has to stake her and is so sad about it. and i was like, christ this sucks and not in the way i’m meant to think it sucks. and i’ve never known his writing of girls / women to get better or more complex (or of guys....or of....like, the story.....) and i didnt read anything else of his for like half a decade cuz i was hardly bowled over, but one summer i was just reading a lot and Giving Things A Shot at my local library so i read a handful all at once. which included like, carrie (fine), misery (eh), the shining (alright) and pet sematary (maybe my favorite that i read? but wild of him, when he’s usually perfectly satisfied to repeatedly write about vague lore like “this hotel is a malicious and sentient entity” and “there is a god in this cornfield that demands sacrifice” and etc, to just carve up his own terrible understanding of Ooh Indigenous Cultures’ Spirituality....Spooky) and maybe one or two more. evidently readable enough for me to power through, but not even enjoyable enough that i wanted to continue from there, and to this day i’m like, well there’s sure worse things to read, but i’d rather pick something i’d Enjoy More than all this stuff with his repeated exasperating plot elements and the same man over and over and over obviously i was kind of going for his Better Known shit cuz i figured that’d give me the best sampling (i’ve seen carrie and the shining but that’s all movie-wise, i think) but It is so fucking long and i was remembering dragging myself through salem’s lot like eugh no thanks, i’d have to Really want to read that to power tf through. and then i definitely ended up just too unimpressed after all of that. and then once on twitter a mutual was talking about his books including that one and said something about “interesting take on childrens sexuality” and i was like oh god i. what does that. oh god [my impression of his œuvre flashing through my mind] and did Not look into it until i assume whenever it was that that first remake came out and someone brought up What Specifically That Meant and i was like [deep breath] [my loudest continuous scream ever] and i’d punch him over that. and whichever editors were like yep alright let’s get this printed. christs Fucking sake like yeah there’s enough decent stuff in his books to make them readable and like, he can build suspense (or at least have suspenseful scenes) and enough momentum that it can be enough to get through the shit that just drags on and the moments that are like, for gods sake. it’s not like, sheer torture or complete regret by any means, but i also wouldn’t say it’s Must Reads or really recommend anything to anyone with any enthusiasm beyond “well parts of it will be somewhat enjoyable i’m sure” and he sure doesn’t deserve to be like, *The* Horror Writer for sure. i read stuff as a kid that like, i probably wouldnt find as impactful now, but that i still think involves better horror. shoutout to john bellairs. totally just gonna compile a Haters List lmfao like, im always bad at thinking of stuff off the top of my head but there’s all these people who i just immediately go UGHH goddd about & could go off on a decent annoyed rant about on a dime with enough pettiness to make it fun.

[lovemesomesurveys]

Can you iron? I’ve never had to, but I’m sure I probably could. Can you work the microwave? Yes, me and the microwave go way back. I don’t cook, but I can zap up something in the microwave like a pro. ha. Can you work the washing machine? I’ve never had to. Is anybody in your house sleeping? My parents. Are you older or younger than fifteen? I’m soon to be twice that. D:

Do you have any friends that got married within the past year? No. When was the last time you used a pair of ear/headphones? Right now. Have you ever tried to count to infinity? No, of course not. Do you like making mixed CD’s? I used to do that all the time before the days of Spotify. Would you want to live forever if it meant being a tree? Nah. What would you do tomorrow if you had $500? Save it for my birthday and go somewhere fun. Did you have an easy-bake oven when you were little? Yes. Have you ever seen a donkey? Yeah. Have you ever made out in a hot tub? No. Are you happy with your weight? No. I’m way too thin. If you could move out right now, would you? No. Do you go to church? If so, do you actually pay attention? I don’t. :/ Do you always flush the toilet after you use it? Of course. Ever wish you had a different family? No! Have you ever smoked pot? Yes, a few times. Ever been drunk? Yes, many times. Are there any wrappers/empty beverage containers on your desk/some surface in your room? Yeah, an empty Starbucks Frappuccino bottle. Do you find facial hair attractive or unattractive? I find some facial hair attractive.  If you could move somewhere else would you? Absolutely. We want to, we just haven’t been able to as of yet. Do you have any siblings? Yes, two brothers. Wearing any jewelry? Nope. How tall are you? Like 5′4. Where were you born? California. Do you still live there? Yep. How do you think tomorrow will be? Just another day. Have you dated both sexes? No. Is there anyone who you think you deserve an apology from? And do you think you’ll ever get it? No. What were the last words you said to your Dad? “Goodnight.” Does it bother you when people bring up your past? Depends what they’re bringing up. Name something you disliked about the day you had today? It’s only 2:33AM, not a whole lot has happened so far. Have you cuddled with someone you weren’t dating? Yes. Can you take pills without thrusting your head backwards? I can’t take pills--period. I have to crush them. The last plane you were on, where was it going? From Georgia to California. Who has the ability to hurt you the most emotionally? My loved ones. Are you a really understanding person? I think so. Do you think relationships are difficult? They can be. Do you have a pair of Beat headphones? No. The earbuds I had broke a couple years ago and I haven’t been able to get a new pair. :( How was your week? Same old, same old. <<< What brand of chapstick do you use? EOS. Are you the type of person that enjoys getting hugs? Depends on from who. Do your socks say anything on them? Nope, they’re just black. Will you be buying concert tickets any time soon? Doubtful, but I do want to see the Jonas Brothers in October. We’ll have to see. When you smile, are you confident? No. Have you ever not done something because you were afraid of getting in trouble? Yes. Would you rather have an orange, red or gray bedroom? Gray, I guess. Have you ever gone to a private school? My UC is. Does your house have security cameras? Yes. Does a popsicle sound good right now? No. I’m not a popsicle person. What did you do for your 17th birthday? I don’t remember. What do you use to get rid of bad breath? Brush my teeth or chew gum. Is there something bothering you right now? Yes. Who last sent you a text msg? My dad. What about the last movie you saw at the cinema? Was it good? Aladdin. Yes, I enjoyed it. Do you attend school, college, or university? I’m done with school. What do you study, wherever you study? I majored in psychology. What industry do you want to be a part of when you’re older? "When I’m older...” I am older and I have no idea. :/ Who was the last person to IM you? I don’t recall. When was the last time you received a black eye? How’d you get it? Never have. When’s the last time you wore a wig? Years ago for a costume. <<< Why were you last hospitalized? I had surgery. Do you think glasses make someone instantaneously nerdy? No. What’s the longest you’ve ever gone without food? Not counting the times I was sedated after surgery or wasn’t able to eat after one for a couple days, I’ve only gone a day without anything because I was sick or had appetite/stomach issues. I’ve gone days with just very little for the same reasons. Have you ever donated to a charity? Yeah. What was the last name of your third grade teacher? Mrs. Wattell. Have you ever been to Disneyland or Disney World? Disneyland. Would you ever go backpacking across any country? No. Have you ever gone backpacking across any country? No. Do you hate tourists? I’m such a tourist, soo.

Would you prefer to travel around the world by yourself or with a friend? I definitely couldn’t go alone. I’d take my mom and brother. When was the last time you had a house party? I had one for my birthday about 4 years ago. Do you like bread sticks? Yeah. Do you usually wear shorts around your house all year long? No. I wear leggings all year long. Do you know what Je means in French? “I.” Do you prefer analogue or digital clocks? Digital. What state were you born in? California. How far away do you live from your birthplace? Like 10 minutes from the hospital. Do you have a weak stomach? Yes. Do you know anybody who has been diagnosed with cancer? Yes. Would you ever meet someone in person that you met online? Maybe. Have you ever been to an art gallery? Yep, a few. Do you visit your town’s library often? No. What flavor was the last ice cream you ate? It’s been awhile, I don’t recall. Who was the last person you spoke to on the phone? My mom. ^What did you talk about? She was just telling me something real quick. How was the last chicken you ate cooked? It was chicken tenders. What colors are on your country’s national flag? Red, white, and blue. What is so appealing about ‘Twilight’? I was into it back when it first came out. I don’t know, I just got sucked (ha) into the whole Vampire thing and I’m already a sucker for the romance. Have you ever considered becoming a lawyer? No. What state is Harvard in? Massachusetts.  What is your favorite kind of chip? Doritos. What grade did you have your first boyfriend? 10th. Have you ever been told that you’ve lost weight? Yes. I hear that a lot. Do you have the same political views as your parents? With a lot of things, but not everything. If you could, would you hook up with the last person you texted? Uh, no. That is my dad. Do you do your own laundry? No. How many months until your birthday? It’s next month. What are you listening to? An ASMR video. Could you go out in public looking like you do now? No thanks. It’s also almost 3AM, so I’m not going anywhere. Do you like winter time? Yesss. What kind of bottoms are you wearing? Leggings. Was the last thing you drank an alcoholic beverage? No, it was water. Who was the last person to go to the movies with you? My mom. Do you mainly use your house phone or your cell phone? Cell. I never use the house phone anymore. What were you doing at 10 AM? It hasn’t been 10AM, yet. Would you have sex with someone you had known less than twenty-four hours? No. Are you excited about anything? No. Does anyone call you babe/baby? No. Are you wearing a ring, if so, who gave it to you? Nope. Have you ever made a significant other cry? Yes. :/ What were you doing before this survey? Another one. How old will you be on your next birthday? 30. D: Do you think it makes him weak when a guy cries? No, of course not. Are they not humans with emotions, too? If you could make your lips bigger, would you? I kinda wish my top lip was a little bigger, but no I wouldn’t get fillers. What color is your underwear? Black and hot pink. How often do you drink soda? I only use soda now to take my medicine because I have to crush it and it’s the best thing for me to take it with because the taste isn’t as bad. At least not for my pain medication. Other medications I’ve had to take were absolutely disgusting. Anyway, apart from that I haven’t had a soda in over a year. :O I used to drink one a day. Now, I just get a pack of bottled sodas and 1 bottle will last me about a week. I use a pill crusher that comes with a little cup, so I’m basically just having a shot of soda a few times a day. Be honest, do you miss your ex? I miss Joseph sometimes. What’s something you really want right now, be honest? At this very moment, nothing. Have you ever thought about getting your nose pierced? No. Mac or PC? Mac. Are you one to sneak food into movie theaters? Yeah. Well, more so drinks.  Are you prone to illness? Yes, 

[fairyscribbles]

Boiling Bite. (Chanyeol, Wolf!au) 2/2

Hello guys! A few little changes!

I will try to again re-update a lot of the lists that I have here, because not only they were not up to date, they are a bit glitched, as I saw when uploading that Baekhyun story!

I also thought of putting up my ko-fi link again. I stopped doing it for a while because I was pretty content, but as I started working, my financial needs rose up as well, due to travel, food etc etc. I am also really shooting to go to the JLPTs again and obtain the highest level (N1). For that, I need the books for it. I already bought the grammar book, so I need the vocab, kanji and reading so I can prepare and hopefully go try out the summer dates of the test!

It’s also a bit hard to update for me now not only because of school but also because of the house renovation. My desk is really cluttered from all the things I’ve had on shelves and my laptop has been connected to the TV for about three weeks now and has been exclusively used for Netflix ^^’ I did go back to writing into notebooks though, and I’m biting through a few of the requests. Who knows, maybe once I’m done, I will open them again!

Well now, after this super long essay, let’s enjoy the second part of the Kris story I have posted a while back!

If you need to refresh your memory, here is the first part! If you like what you read, you can support me on ko-fi!

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Everything burned and everything hurt. You didn’t remember when was the last time you were conscious for more than five minutes. The pain always knocked you out before you could go insane with it.

You could clearly remember that night... the dark alleyway... Kris’ mate crying into her phone, begging Kris to come and save you. 

The two vampires standing, ready to pounce. 

You stepping between the vampires and Kris’ mate.

And then the bite.

It was as if somebody suddenly poured acid into your veins and the blood carried it all over your body. It felt horrible. You wanted to die as you felt the ice cold fangs digging into you, sucking the life out of you.

It might’ve been gone in a few seconds, but it felt like hours to you.

They came and saved you. But it was too late, as you crumbled to the ground and you screamed in pain.

You felt someone, Chanyeol probably, picking you up and cradling you to him, but it didn’t do anything with the horrible pain that coursed through your body.

That’s when you blacked out the first time.

- 

The first time you came to was when you felt someone settle down next to you.

“Ch-Chan…” your voice was too raspy for you to continue, a coughing fit interrupting your question.

“It’s me, ___.” Answered the voice that did not belong to your mate. Kyungsoo wiped at your forehead, the wet cloth gathering the sweat that trickled down your face.

“What…what…happene-“

“You were bitten. It’s the werewolf genes and vampire saliva that’s making you hurt.” You whimpered as the washcloth trailed down your face onto your neck, to the bite mark. A strangled scream ripped through your throat when the cloth dabbed at the wound and you immediately cowered from the pack’s healer. You heard him apologize, but everything was pronounced so slow and the way your eyelids seemed to drop, you knew you were out of it once again.

-

“Alright, ___. We need to get some of the bad blood out. This is going to hurt a lot, so we’re going to do it by bits, alright?”

You slowly grew accustomed to the pain, you were beginning to understand how it worked, how it always came in waves at you. It could’ve been two days since Kyungsoo’s visit, but it could’ve been two weeks as well.

You nodded shakily, tilting your head to the side and revealing your neck to him. Kyungsoo sighed, placing everything he was holding onto the nightstand before looming over you, his lips on your neck.

“Try to hold on as long as possible…” he mumbled quietly, his breath ghosting over your skin, before his lips closed over the wound. The first suck had you arching against him in a scream, your fists bunching in his shirt. You screeched, pleading for him to stop, trashing from side to side. You could feel the lift slipping from you from every suck by Kyungsoo’s lips. It ended just a few seconds after, yet it felt like eternity.

Kyungsoo spit out the blood he held in his mouth, its color a washed out red and more yellow than anything else.

“You did great, ___.” Kyungsoo gently stroked your cheek, trying to somehow calm you down.

“Chan…” you coughed heavily after that.

“What was it, ___?”

“Where…is…Ch-Chan…Chanyeol?” Kyungsoo fell silent for quite a while after that. Every passing second was like a dagger to your heart.

“He’s out hunting. He left three days ago, he didn’t come back yet.” Kyungsoo told you and yet you somehow knew it was a lie. You swallowed the tears that crept up on you and nodded to the tense Kyungsoo.

“You should try to get some sleep, ___-ah. We’ll try to get out more tomorrow.” His voice was gentle as if he was talking to a child. You nodded again, the grip of consciousness already slipping past your hands.

The last thing you thought of was Chanyeol’s voice, desperately calling your name.

-

Chanyeol sighed as he walked through the door. His body was full of kinks and soreness that wouldn’t be able to go away even after extended rest. As if he could do that, anyway.

For the past few days, he hadn’t thought about anything else, but revenge. He spent the past three days hunting down a vampire coven, making sure he would get every and single one of those suckers.

He kicked off his muddy boots and entered the house, his jacket a bloody pool on the floor. As he passed the mirror, he noticed the deep bags under his eyes and hallowed face.

He was only a ghost of what he used to be. He felt it, in his skin, his bones, in his very form, something changed. And he didn’t know how he would bring it back.

-

They switched every day. At first, only Kyungsoo would come, but later on, Suho replaced the healer, calling in Jongin to hold you down while sucking out the poison. The day after, the two switched and after that, Minseok and Luhan took their turns in trying to make you feel better.

You had already filled a whole glass with the yellowish substance and your mind was free from the sticky mist that clouded your senses.

It had its downfall, as it made the pain of healing clearer and the realization that since the night you’ve been bitten, Chanyeol hasn’t seen you once. Not a single time you felt his presence beside you and that made you tear up.

You probably disgusted him. You were bitten. And broken. Who in the right state of mind would want a broken mate? You thought as Kyungsoo gave your neck one hard last suck.

“Kyungsoo…” you choked out, stuttering over the lump in your throat.

“Yes? What is it?” he answered after cleaning his mouth, the poison still rocking slightly in the cup.

“K-Kill me.” You sobbed, the tears sneaking up on you. You could almost feel Kyungsoo freeze.

“What?” he wanted to you repeat as he slipped his hands around yours. You gripped him desperately.

“Please, just…let me have it over with. Just kill me and let that be…it.”

“Are you crazy? What about Chanyeol?” his voice sounded as if he still didn’t believe what you were saying. You swallowed the lump in your throat and looked at the ceiling, illuminated by moonlight.

“He…he doesn’t care about me anymore.” You had to wait a moment after saying that to calm yourself down. It was far too painful.

“I don’t blame him, though.” You added with a smile, even through the tears.

“Who would want a mate that is tainted by the enemy?” Kyungsoo squeezed your hand, rubbing circles into your skin with his thumb.

“That is the stupidest thing I’ve heard, ___. And I’m in a pack with Jongin, which means I’m listening to stupidities on a daily basis.” You could hear the smile in his voice and you couldn’t help but to chuckle shortly.

“Chanyeol wants you all the time. NO matter how you act, look or feel.”

“Then why isn’t he here?” Kyungsoo was quiet for a long time, weighing out his options. IN the end, he sighed, shaking his head.

“I would like to know that, too.” He rubbed your hand some more. It wasn’t the same thing as being comforted by your mate, but it came close.

“Just go to sleep, ___. You did good today.” You squeezed Kyungsoo’s hand one last time, before slowly rolling on your side. You instinctively awaited Chanyeol’s arms wrapping around you and pull you to him, but that never came.

-

Before Chanyeol could sigh and slip off his jacket, he was shoved back by a furious looking Kyungsoo.

“You need to start taking care of your mate.” He growled in a low tone, his eyes flickering gold.

“I am.” Chanyeol mumbled under his breath, trying to keep his cool.

“I’m avenging her. Killing every motherfucker I can get my eyes on.”

“She doesn’t need that. She needs you. But you’ve been too much of a pussy to face her.”

“What?” Chanyeol hissed, his beast stirring. Kyungsoo’s face showed he was being serious about what he said.

“I said, you’re too much of a pussy to look at her. You need to start taking care of her.”

“Do you even know how it fucking feels like? Being in my place?” Chanyeol asked, his tone menacingly passive as he came closer to Kyungsoo.

“Do you know the fucking feeling, when the person you love the most, the person you would die for, gets hurt? Like that? In front of your own fucking eyes?!” Chanyeol’s growl gradually turned into roaring.

“Do you even know how I feel when I walk around the room and I hear her screaming? Because I was unable to help her? Do you know the feeling?”

“And do you fucking know what you’re doing to her now? Did you even know that she asked me to kill her yesterday?” Kyungsoo’s words were like a thousand daggers, stabbing into his heart. As he heard about your wish to die, his knees buckled.

“W-What?” Kyungsoo smiled grimly as Chanyeol’s shock-ridden state.

“She thinks you don’t want her anymore. She told me that you probably think of her as disgusting since she was bitten by a vampire.” Chanyeol sighed deeply, sliding down the wall he was leaning against.

“Fucking hell…” he muttered, running his fingers through his hair. Kyungsoo knelt down next to him, laying his hand on Chanyeol’s shoulder.

“Look, I’m not going to try to convince you that it wasn’t your fault. You wouldn’t listen to me anyways. But killing vampires won’t help her. She needs you close. She needs to know that she’s still wanted.” Chanyeol sighed, nodding. He was too weak to say anything else.

“The sucking of the poison is very painful for her. She needs her mate. If you would do it, the poison will be gone in a few days.” When Chanyeol still didn’t answer, Kyungsoo patted his back once more and he stood to leave.

“Kyungsoo…”

“Hmm?” he turned around to look at Chanyeol. Only then he noticed how the biting affected him. He looked like hell- there were big bags under his eyes, his clothing hung on his disappearing frame and his shoulders seemed slumped with eternal luggage.

“Thank you. For everything.” Kyungsoo smiled softly.

“We’re brothers, Chanyeol. I would do anything for you.” At this Chanyeol smiled slightly.

“Even so. Thank you so much.”

-

You stirred when your bed dipped with another weight settling on it. Your fever had gone up again, so you didn’t recognize what was happening until the unknown person cupped the back of your neck and tilted your head to the side. Your blood started running faster as you realized what’s happening.

“No, Kyungsoo…” you whimpered quietly, your fists balling into his shirt. The body seemed different from Kyungsoo’s though.

“Please, no more…” you tried to cover the wound by tilting your head, but he nudged it aside with his nose. As you tried to fight back, more weight settled over you.

“Calm down, ___-ah…” a low voice rumbled above you and you suddenly knew who it was.

“Chanyeol?” he answered you with a hum, as he lightly licked your neck. Your breath hitched and you wound your hands around his torso, bringing him close. Chanyeol swiped his tongue over the wound once more before he closed his lips around it, giving it an experimental suck. He shuddered when the bad blood entered his mouth, but it didn’t stop him from sucking harder. It was much different, the cleansing with your mate. It was almost pleasurable for the first seconds and you pushed him down onto you some more, panting quietly. Chanyeol paused a while to spit out the venom in his mouth before diving in for more. This time, it was more uncomfortable, and you squirmed against him, your hands bunching in his shirt and tugging on it, to pull him away. He stayed relentless though, as he sucked harder. The first hard suck was painful.

“Chanyeol…” you whimpered, squirming some more. Once again, he leaned away to spit out.

“One more time, baby.” He assured you, closing his mouth around the wound again.

It was painful the last time, just as it was with the others. You arched your back, trying to get him from you, you tried swinging your head from side to side, but Chanyeol’s hold on you was tight, not letting go until you actually screamed out.

He quickly spat out the remaining poison and had you in his arms in seconds, holding you against his chest securely.

“I’m so sorry, baby, I’m sorry…” he kept repeating in your hair, stroking it comfortingly.

It took a while for you to calm down and to realize that he was actually with you. After the week of separation, it seemed unnatural.

“I thought you didn’t want me anymore…” you mumbled under your breath, holding onto him tightly. He reciprocated the grip, kissing the crown of your head.

“Are you kidding me? You’re my mate. I warned you about this before you signed your soul- it’s a job for life.” You giggled tiredly- the cleansing always had a dizzying effect on you- maybe because you lost a lot of blood.

“Will you stay?” you asked, looking up at him. You didn’t let him have much of a choice. There was a small chance he would be able to get out of the grip you had on him, anyways.

“Forever.” He said, kissing your lips.

[choisgirls]

Could you write a scenario where RFA + V and Saeran decided to prank MC (because it’s haLLOWEN) by scaring her while she was wandering around 707’s bunker? Sorry for disturbing you. ^^"

A/N: You aren’tdisturbing me, love!!! hhmm im gonna do my best here! ^^ I’m gonna mix it upand do a fic for this because can you imagine all of them trying to do it ~atonce~

Words: 3,830

Pairings: None!

Theme: RFSpook!

Warnings: Um, slight gore mentions? But it’s all costumes, I swear! But it’s here as a warning!

Under a cut due to length!

Masterlist~

Of course Saeyoungwanted to have a personal party at his bunker, and of course he had to go allout and completely decorate it for Halloween. I’m talking the dark ambiance,the skeletons, the spider webs you were positive were real and probably droveVanderwood crazy- you were positive he even had his bunker renovated solely forthis party. You don’t remember him having a literaltrap door in front of his door before- password yes, trap door no.

When you arrived tothe front door, you knew better than to stand right in front of it. That doorin the floor was not subtle, not even in the slightest. You rang the bell andhoped he would hear it, considering you could hear his Spooky Mix Soundtrack, Tape 7 (you knew that was its name becausethat’s all he would mention in the group chat for weeks) blaring throughsurround sound speakers. The door seemed to creak open enough to show it haddone it on its own. You sighed, knowing that agreeing to this “party”was already a mistake. You pushed the door open all the way, peeking in andcalling out for Saeyoung. When there wasn’t an answer, you stepped in andclosed the door behind you. You debated turning around and leaving, honestly.

The inside of hisbunker looked nothing like it normally did. It looked like a completely newhouse. You thought he only decorated intensely outside- you were wrong. Youstood in the entryway, taking in the scene before you. The music switched tosomething ominous and a terrifyingly echo of a laugh traveled through thehouse. Saeyoung, what the fuck?

And with that, thescreen turned black and retracted back into the ceiling. You blinked inconfusion and shook your head in annoyance. ‘Why? Why can’t we have a nice,normal get together?’ You thought to yourself. You loved them all and normallyhad fun, but you weren’t the type to scare easily. Not to mention, you wereready from some treats, not this trick.

You moved forward,walking down a hall lined with old portraits. The eyes followed you as youwalked- but you paid them no mind. You figured it was Saeyoung attempting tohide his cameras to watch you. How long was this hallway? You’ve been walkingfor around 5 minutes, this is way too long. You stop and watch as you movebackwards without your feet lifting. You look down to find the floor had beenturned into a moving walkway. You give an unamused look to the closest paintingbefore taking large steps to make it to the end, jumping off of the walkway toventure on.

The room beyond thehallway held nothing but a large standing mirror in the middle of it and a dooropposite the one you came in from. You looked around, turning quickly when thedoor slammed shut behind you. Why would there just randomly be a mirror inhere? What kind of joke was this? Looking behind it, you see nothing and noone. After a few minutes of trying to open either door and trying to find anysort of clue on how to get out, you stand in front of this mirror.

You check out youroutfit- should you have worn a better costume? Did you make it too simple? Yourmundane thoughts were cut short when you start to notice the room filling withfog. The once clear image of yourself was quickly becoming a blur as the mirrorfogged up as well. Suddenly, a hand smacked from the other side of the mirror,dragging down to leave behind streaks- you watched as it fogged back up. ‘Isthat it?’ you thought to yourself, ‘Is it really just some weird projectionscreen? Do they think fog is gonna scare me?’ Words started to scribble out onthe mirror, you read them each out loud as they showed up.

“'Hello, MC. I’mwatching.. you… Would you… like to see… me? Just.. close your eyes.. andstep.. through.. I won’t.. bite…’ Wait- I know that handwriting,” yourealized, shooting a disgruntled look behind the mirror quickly to watch acertain small, blonde boy in a creepy, bloody monster costume jump and squealat your movement.

“MC! You weresupposed to be scared, not scare me!” he whined, “Were you even alittle afraid?” When you shook your head, he threw his hands up inexasperation before dropping them to cross his arms and curl his lip into apout. “That isn’t fair. I looked on the internet for weeks on how do this!I had to ask Saeyoung for help! ….Really, not even a little bit?” Youoffered him a sympathy shrug and had to pat the back of his head gently when hethrew his forehead against your shoulder to pout and cry a little about. Youheard mumbles of 'I’m a man’ and 'I can be scary too’. He sent you on your waythrough the door to move on to the next room. You had to give it to Saeyoung,he went all out in renovating just for this haunted house.

The next room was setup like an old school library- books lined the walls, floor to ceiling. A deskwith a large, cushion chair pushed towards the side of the room. Like theprevious room, the door slammed shut and you assumed it was already locked. Youlooked around, watching for the next so called 'scare’ so you could move on.The lights started to flicker and shut off. The window to the room screeched asthe wind and rain pounded against it. Lightning illuminated the room for meremoments, you knew how this was going to play out, so you stand and wait untilyou see a large, dark figure in front of you. With each crack of light, thefigure came closer and closer, until it was right in front of you and threwtheir arms open, revealing themselves from under their cape, letting out aloud, deep “boo”.

With the flick of yourwrist, you turn on your phone flashlight and find yourself face to face with acertain Jumin Han, with his tongue out between his face vampire fangs, lookingas unamused as you did.

“I will, uh, suckyour blood, MC. Bleh bleh bleh.” he said, bringing his hands up to make aslight 'rawr’ action. You stared at him, dead in the eye, face void of allemotion. He gave a soft shrug before standing up straight. “I made myattempt. I didn’t wish to really participate in this, but we know how Saeyoung canbe,” he elegantly produced a key from the sleeve of his shirt, offering itto you before gesturing to the large door behind him. “Feel free to keepgoing, MC. You’ve got quite a few to get through before we can have our party.I’ll make sure to keep a glass of wine just for you.”

The next room was setup like an eloquent dining room. A table dawned with a crisp white table clothand silver cloche in the middle of it, shiny and inviting. That would be whereyou’d have to go- but maybe they were tricky and did it to throw you off.

You don’t even botherwith the doors, anymore. You know you need to find the key to get out. The fasteryou’re out, the faster this party and go on, and the faster you can make ithome to eat that candy you tried convincing yourself you would share.

Looking through all ofthe napkins that lined different tables, you found nothing- you sighed. Youwere going to have to take it upon yourself to look under the cloche. Who’sroom was this? What was waiting under there?

You lifted it upquickly, already expecting something to jump out at you. Instead, you take alook at Jaehee’s head- bloody, pale, and a fountain pen right through her eye.You blinked, frowning a little bit. Reaching out, you touched a little bit ofthe blood dripping down her face.

Her hand shot out fromunder the table, grabbing onto your leg. You didn’t even flinch.

“Really, MC? Eventhat didn’t frighten you? Hmm. Was it the makeup? Was it not scaryenough?” She removed her head from the hole in the table and popped outfrom under the tablecloth. She was dressed in one of her older work suits.

“It’s hard tobelieve it when it smells like strawberry jam,” you remarked, licking offthe jam from your finger, “Dare I even ask about your costume? You’re in adining room, shouldn’t you be in more.. food related attire?”

“I have to workon paperwork after this party. I figured I’d make my costume realistic to whatmy emotions will be later on,” she answered without skipping a beat. Younodded in understanding and asked for the key to move on, which she was happyto supply if that meant she could go sit in an actual chair rather than crampedunder that table.

The next room held aring of full length mirrors- you had a feeling you knew who’s room this was.

“Zen!” youcalled, standing in the center of them, “Come here! I want to just getthis party going!” You watched as he walked up, in all 3 mirrors, tostrike a pose in his prince costume.

“MC! How did youknow it was me?” he asked, flicking his hair over his shoulder, “Wecan go to the party later! First! Let’s play~” he shot you a wink beforemoving closer to the mirrors, all four of them seemed to be looking you in theeye. “Time to play, Which is the Real Zen! Choose wisely,sweetheart~” he sang. You looked closely at all of them, stepping closerto the one in the middle- you stretched your hand out, reaching for him, whensuddenly his arm flew out of the one to your left, wrapping around your waistand pulling you through to a completely dark portion of the room. You sighedwhen the lights turned on and you found the room completely packed with fullbody, and extremely accurate, wax models of Zen. You knew he was taking theseall home at the end of the day- that is if Jaehee doesn’t get her hands on themfirst.

“I suppose I haveto come find you?” you ask loudly, hearing your voice echo- but were metwith no response. Great. This could take a little while. 'Everyone else triedto be scary,’ you thought to yourself, 'But nnooo Zen has to be overdramatic. Ijust want some pizza.’

Carefully examiningeach figure you pass by, one of them near the door catches your attention.Squinting in suspicion, you walk up to it, eyeing it up and down. You lean inclose as he jumps, throwing his hands out to grab you, yelling a loud 'boo’.You just stared at him, crossing your arms and tilting your head slightly tomatch the frown on your face.

“…MC do youhave a soul, at all. Does anything scare you? Anything?” you shook yourhead as he threw his hands up in exasperation before leading you through thenext door. With a swift bow, he closed the door behind you, leaving you in aroom decked out in children’s decor.

You have to admit toyourself that this room gave you the creeps- but only because it looked sosimilar to your own childhood bedroom… wait.. the.. the stuffed animals onthe bed, the stickers on the wall- this was completely a replica of yourchildhood bedroom. Well, isn’t that creepy. Who would recreate your bedroomjust for this stupid joke?

Out of the corner ofyour eye, the rocking chair started to move and a small shadow darted aroundbehind you. Turning towards the area where the ruckus had been, you ended upface to face with a creepy baby doll, suspended from the ceiling- it started togoo and cry, until the voice box started to die and it’s once sweet voiceturned more demonic. You frowned and yanked it off of its suspended wires,tossing it over your shoulder.

“Just come outalready! I’m so tired of all these stupid-” you started, before you werecut off by your knee giving out suddenly from a hard impact. You whipped yourhead around to find a tall figure sitting on a tiny tricycle, their face lookedporcelain and broken. A creepy, child-like laugh came from the person, as theysuddenly lunged at you, knocking you down and sitting over you. Leaning closeto your face, the creepy laugh continued as the person grabbed hold of the tearin their face, pulling down both sides. All that you could hear is a maniacallaugh, and the ripping sound of this person’s 'skin’. You could see the gluetearing and as the 'blood’ fell to your face, you could smell it was strawberryjam- Jaehee must have helped out there.

“Hi Vanderwood,”you stared completely unfazed by the scene above you. He finished taking offthe glued on mask and wiped part of his face off with his sleeve, shooting youa disapproving look.

“I spent thiswhole time trying to get the damn mask on. Do you know how sticky this is? Theglue and the jam? It’s fucking sticky, MC, this isn’t fun for me,” hespat, getting up and offering his hand to help you up. “I’m starting tothink you’re some sort of robot instead of human, we could use you in theagency,” he mused, crossing his arms and watching as you dusted yourselfoff, sneering at his offer.

“That’s probablythe scariest thing I’ve heard all day, thank you,” you held your hand outexpectantly, “give me the key and I’ll keep going so we can actually eatsomething.” With a roll of his eyes, you’ve got the key in the palm ofyour hand and you’re on your way to the next room.

This room had acomplete wall of screens, and you knew it was bound to be one of the Choitwins- now which one was it?

Deep, creepy laughtererupted from the screens, causing you to sigh for the forty seventh time today.Looking at the monitors, you’re met with the mask from earlier in the night-you definitely know which Choi it was this time.

“Saeyoung, youreally went all out for this party. I can’t believe you  spent all this time even renovating yourhouse-”

“I KNOW NOT OFTHIS 'SAEYOUNG’ YOU SPEAK ABOUT. MC, TELL ME, WILL YOU PLAY A GAME?” hecut you off, yelling into his voice changer. You crossed your arms and mutteredsome choice words under your breath before turning around to address the soundyou were hearing.

In the center of theroom, a single table rose from a secret floor compartment, dawning a clear boxwith a hole large enough to stick your arm in- the other end of the box heldthe key to the next door.

“The game issimple, MC- stick your hand inside the box, and answer a few questions. Youwin, you get the key!” he followed his explanation with a creepy, darkgiggle. You looked at the screens and raised an eyebrow, sticking your arm intothe box.

“And if Ilose?” you asked, watching him clap with glee.

“THEN YOU REALLYLOSE, AHAHAHA!” A locked clamp attached itself to your arm and your eyesfocused on the box as small saws in the side of the box activated and waited tomake their move. You frowned a little bit and turned back to him.

“Are you ready MC?No? Too bad!” he giggled, leaning close to the camera, “QUESTION ONE!We’ll keep it easy on this question- WHAT IS THE BINARY FOR 'SAEYOUNG IS THEBEST’? YOU HAVE FIVE SECONDS!” You stared at the screen, spacing outcompletely- you didn’t know this. If you did, five seconds wasn’t long enoughto recite it. He imitated an annoying buzzer sound before telling you time wasup- the saws in the box moved a bit closer to your arm as you just stared atthem, wondering just how much time this boy had on his hands to make this.

“ROUND TWO, DINGDING! What part of fish-shaped bread do I eat first?” he tapped hisfingers together, expectantly. Hell- you don’t remember! Most of the time, youforget he actually eats anything else besides chips…

“The…head?” you guessed. He’s a sadist, maybe he gets pleasure from ripping offthe poor fish-bread’s head off.

“DING DONG, YOUARE WRONG!” he yelled followed by an evil giggle, “The belly, MC! Thebelly is the best! You know that!” you sighed- you did know that. Whydidn’t you guess that? The sound of the saw got louder as you watched it dropeven closer to your arm.

“ONE MORE CHANCE,MC. OR YOU’LL HAVE TO WAVE GOODBYE TO YOUR ARM! Oh, but wait, you won’t be ableto, AHAHAHA!” Your previous frown deepened- he’s enjoying himself too muchhere. “FINAL QUESTION! What, in this world, makes our very own Jumin Hananxious?” Oh! You knew this! You looked him straight in the eyes andanswered.

“Diagonals insuits,” You answered with confidence, yet he hit the error button anyway.

“YOU’RE CORRECT!But, due to the circumstances, I’m going to deny the fact that you are correct.Say goodbye to your precious hand, MC!” You turned back to the box towatch the saws drop, almost touching your skin. You didn’t even flinch. Youknew he would never actually hurt you. You turned back to the screens, raisingan eyebrow at the redhead as he removed his mask. “Aw, MC! Not even a blink?Seriously? Those are real saws!” he sighed in defeat and turned them off,allowing you to remove your arm and open the other side that held the key.“I worked so hard for all of this and you haven’t been scared once! Not atall! You’re a robot. That’s it- I’ve cracked the code!” With a roll ofyour eyes and a flick of your hand, you waved him off and ventured to the nextroom.

Taking in the decor ofthe next room- it was almost as if you were outside in an actual graveyard. Younotice a ghostly figure walk through the wall- how did they set that up?

You looked above you-a projector, of course.

Opening above groundcoffins, looking at tombstones for any tricks, you searched for the key. Youwere getting real fucking tired of these ghosts screeching and walking throughyou. You felt a tap on your shoulder and sighed.

“I don’t know howyou got the projectors to actually tap me but I’m no longer in the mood forthis shit,” you called before taking a look over your shoulder. You sawSaeran dressed as a skeleton with an annoyed look on his face that rivals yourown- he was holding out his hand to help you off of the ground where you hadsat to think things through.

“Look, I’m not inthe mood either, I just fucking want some pizza,” he said pulling you toyour feet. Yes, finally, someone agrees with you. “Just take this and beover with it, please. Saeyoung will not let us eat until you walk through thatdoor and I’m real close to fighting him.” He held his other hand out toreveal a- dare you say it- skeleton key. You took it and turned, headingtowards the door, when a hand shot out of the dirt of a grave, grabbing yourankle and yanking you to the ground hard, as it starts to try and pull youthrough the dirt itself.

You look up at Saeranwith an unfazed look marking your face, as his expression mirrors yours beforehe kicks the hand off of your leg.

“I forgot to turnthe robots off,” he gave the lame excuse as you put your hands to yourhips, mocking him with a ridiculous imitation of him.

“I forgot to turnthe robots off,” you stuck your tongue out at him before walking towardsthe door again, this time avoiding the graves between. He followed behind,mumbling something along the lines of, 'You’re lucky I just want food,’ and, 'Ishould’ve pushed you into one of those graves’. Someone was hangry, but thenagain, so were you. Please, let the food be on the other side of this door.

Throwing the dooropen, you were greeted with the scent of the pizza that has been promised,amongst various other foods. Your friends stood around the room, welcoming youto the end of the line and congratulating you on your journey. You all spent atleast half an hour eating, describing how their pranks went, and how you seemedto not be afraid of anything. Laughter erupted from your chest, waving offtheir assumptions. You opened your eyes because you felt something crawling onyour arm.

With your heartbeating out of your chest and your eyes as wide as saucers, you slowly lookdown at your arm as everyone looks with you. There, crawling slowly to yourshoulder, was a gigantic spider. You stared for a moment, trying to processyour thoughts.

A loud, shrill screambubbled out of your throat as you swat at the spider to get it off. Yourepeatedly jumped in place, shaking, doing anything you could to make sure thespider was truly off of you. You even jumped into Jumin’s arms, knowing he wasthe tallest and therefore the furthest away you could get from that evil thing.

Everyone ran away fromthe furry thing, hiding behind any object they could. There was a soft gigglefrom under the food table. You watched as a familiar head of mint hair poppedout from under the table cloth, shooting one of his award-winning smiles at allof you. He gently coaxed his eight-legged friend back into his container andstood up, laughing again.

“You guys triedso hard to scare MC.. but you should have stuck to the classics,” he said,now shoving a cookie into his mouth to hide the sly smirk that spread acrosshis face. You looked at him, amazed that Jihyun, this sweet yet devilish man,could scare you. With a spider, of all things.

The good title of the“Undefeated Scare” was ruined. You have been bested by a mint man andhis spider companion. You couldn’t believe it.

Your heart was stillracing, and you could still feel the ghost of the creatures legs running upyour body.

Well, Happy Halloweento you.

[ladyhawk-s]

“My Missing Midoriya”

Relationships: Midoriya Izuku/Todoroki Shoto ; Midoriya Izuku and Todoroki Shouto Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Todoroki Shouto

Rating: T

Word Count: 7167

Summary: [Missing Halloween AU] When Shouto's sister doesn't show up to their hidden spot for Halloween, he meets a ghostly new friend that shows him the true meaning of Halloween.

A/N: WOW IM SO LATE TO THIS PARTY HOLY HECK IM SO SORRY!!! That did not mean to happen and I have so many excuses why it took me this long but that doesn’t mean anything and IM SORRY. Either way, this is a fic for @rivendell101 for the @fic-writer-appreciation Halloween gift exchange they hosted! Thank you so much for hosting this wonderful event and once again I apologize for turning my part in so late! I hope it still counts! This piece is also based off Missing Halloween which you can watch here. Note, if you haven’t seen it before, it makes it so much better to watch it after the fic but I still added my own twists in there so I hope it’s still good! 

I hope you all enjoy it! 

Read at Ao3 ; Read at FF.net

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Screams of enjoyment and laughter surrounding the darkened town with lightened torched swishing in the motion of children. Lamps overhung them, bringing a soft light to the intricate velvets and tull that detailed the costumes that were garnishing children’s bodies. Little pumpkins with black straps were seen on top of the little fingers as their weight filled in candy pulled their arms down, causing a swift motion against the win.

It was Halloween and everyone was in the spirit of the occasion. Even including little Shouto Todoroki.

Upon his sister’s request and squeals, Fuyumi took the time stored in her vacation hours to sew him his own vampire costume, even making longer teeth to go over his own canines to give the look that he was about to suck other children’s blood. His cravat was ruffled with a beautiful white fabric that had a black tie to bring it together and the rest of his body hid under a velvet cloak as he felt his ribs being constrained with the red corset that came along with costume. Fuyumi even took the extra steps with him to apply ghoulish makeup that made him have bags the size of a college student and some extra blood by the tips of his mouth to pretend he just devoured a victim of his choice. Plus, she used some of her gel to push the white in his hair back to leave the red sticking down, allowing his glowing blue eye to pop out through the strands seen in between his scar.

Due to the living situation at home where the boy was an invisible captive to his father, Fuyumi came up with a plan for young Shouto, making sure he could enjoy Halloween with her and the rest of his peers dressed in other intricate costumes as they collected candy from the local neighbors. Kneeling to meet his eyes to make sure he understood, she gave him a plan, one that she believed to be foul proof. Her instructions were for him to sneak out in his vampiric gear and meet her at the the park at around 6:30pm, when she would be free. Their father would take his daily rest between 4 or 5pm so he had just leg room to escape from his ghostly chains and meet her at the bench she specifically pointed out.

Yet, even though he followed the plan to its bare bones, making sure not even a peep escaped from his shoes, he still couldn’t find his sister. Shouto had a mini digital All Might watch that hung around his wrist that he kept only when his father wasn’t around and hope began to suddenly seep down as the minutes passing down only showed the ghost of his sister appearing. Sometimes he would hear noises or figures that would look like her but then it would turn into a false reality that would only made him sink further into his seat. It didn’t even make him smile to hear compliments of his costume or offerings of gatherings.

It was just another disappointment to plague his life and he felt his hurt in a special kind of turmoil that should never be experienced by children his size.

When his digital watched laughed out 7:30, Shouto decided that the cold wasn’t worth waiting under his cloak and decided to swiftly drop from his spot when he heard a small voice calling from behind him.

“Hey, you’re costume is really cool!” the voice said with excitement, a treat really ringing as it grew closer to him. Shouto slightly turned around to see who it belonged to and it came from this other kid, possibly his own age, in a ghost costume that had patches of different colors to cover the holes marked in it. The boy had frilly green hair that had a special ombre under the shades of the street lamps and his hands were filled with scars as he pulled them out of his sleeve to touch the velvet from Shouto’s cape. “Wow this is nicely made! Did you make this yourself?” he curiously asked, his voice already making mental notes of what kind of material and processes were used in the makings of this costume.

Shocked from this sudden appearance, Shouto remained silent for a few moments before he looked down as the crunched fabric that was tightly wound between his fingertips. “No, I didn’t make it. My sister did. She’s really good at this kind of thing.” He softly responded, his fake teeth leaving a small lisp behind as he answered back to the mysterious boy.

“Wow, that's so cool your sister can do that! I wish I had a sibling so they could make me cool costumes like yours can!” The boy exclaimed as he bounced on each foot, showing his hyper nature that contrasted with the more stern face Shouto exhibited. Suddenly, his steps stopped as a thought crossed his mind and the boy's back shot right back up as he pushed his delicate hand towards Shouto, a grin to back his gesture. “Ah, I'm Midoriya Izuku! Though all my friends are kind of mean and they call me Deku but I’m sure they mean well by it…” He drifted off in thought before he slightly shook his, making his green and black ombre curly hair bounce with each movement. Izuku then turned back to Shouto and gave a look that requested his name back.

With a bit of hesitation licking on the tips of his tongue, Shouto looked at the outstretched hand, wondering if his father's warnings of strangers would apply in this situation. However, the same image made him grow to have an acidic taste on his tongue and Shouto decided to give himself a small triumph of defiance by introducing himself. “...My name is Todoroki Shouto.” He answered back with a voice of softness, clearly wanting to say more but not sure what else to add to his statement of introduction. Given the metaphorical cage his father placed him in, if he was granted any type of social interaction, it was either greeted with a sense of professionalism or screams into his ear that only called him useless as he was kicked right back up. Other than that, he didn’t understand the rules of talking with others so all that could come out of his mouth was his name and he felt an internal urge to punch himself to try to say more.

However, that seemed enough for the boy in the ghost costume as he overstepped boundaries Shouto had never experienced and grabbed onto his vampiric hands, squeezing them with the same delight that was seen on Izuku’s face. “It’s so nice to meet you Todoroki!!! I hope we can be amazing friends!” he said with glitter shining against his beamed expression, companionship already lined in Izuku’s mind. Suddenly, a little thought popped into his mind and it only widened his grin further as he clutched onto Shouto’s hands more. “Hey, I’m not sure what your plans are but do you want to go trick or treating with me!?” Izuku yelped as he bounced on the balls of his feet, though their movements slowed as a counter thought appeared and his shining emerald eyes turned dull as they looked up at Shouto with a crystallized core. “Unless you don’t want to…” he said with a sad ring attached to it, the corners of his mouth turning downwards as his grip loosened on Shouto’s gloved fingers as anticipation of a rejection crept up next to him.

It took a couple of moments for Shouto to respond as he encountered an internal debate. There was a section of him was pulled at the prospect of his sister coming up to him with a similar intricate costume that would match the ruffles on his own wear. However, one quick glance at All Might’s smiling face with a time flickering on and off screamed out the reality that his sister wasn’t going to come rescue him and he’d had to return to metallic bars that he knew as home. With his face scrunching in defiance, Shouto gave Izuku a hard nod while reciprocating the same squeeze his own hands endured. “N-no, I don’t have any p-plans! Let’s go t-together!” Shouto stuttered, using phrases that never reached into his social vocabulary as his voice contained a small strain on vocal cords that had never been used before during his time growing up. He could feel his heart fluttering in rebellion against the pounding of his oppressor’s words swirling in his ear but he continued to nod towards Izuku, as if to beg him to take him away onto an adventure he never once had before.

Suddenly, after hearing Shouto’s stammered agreement, Izuku looked back up at him with shimmering jade eyes as smile soon began to form on his round face once more, making his freckles illuminate under his rosy cheeks. “Really!? Yes yes yes!!” he shouted as his jumps began to resurface, picking up Shouto’s feet too as they bounced in unification. “Let’s go then! We have to hurry or else we’ll miss out on all the candy!” Izuku exclaimed as he repositioned his hands so only one hand was clamped on Shouto’s opposite as he pulled him towards the orange glowing houses that were illuminated with invitations to receive candy.

“Hmmmm let’s go there!” Izuku commanded with his high pitch voice as he made the two of them join an amass of other children that were crowded around the cement steps that led to the opulent door. Within the confounds of the door frame stood a hearty woman with a curved body frame that nestled the bowl of candy on her hip as she gave a comforting smile to all the children that were filled with exaggerated animations of euphoria. Drool could be seen escaping the tips of their lips as their eyes shifted back and forth from the bowl to the owner.

“My my! What adorable costumes you all have!” the woman said with a cheery laugh as her eyes scanned at all the intricacies that were stitched into the variety of ensembles of fabric that were outlining their bodies. Seeing the energy spilling onto her porch steps, she used that anticipation as her eyes enlarged with suspense to get their adrenaline even pumping further as she noticed the small twitches in their muscles with each slight bounce they gave. Suddenly, her hand reached into the candy bowl and gasps erupted from the crowd, creating a symphony of excitement. “So who wants some candy!?” She called to them, giving the command to have the children all squeeze each other as they pushed to front with their bags shoved towards the lady’s hand. “Now now, settle down! One at a time!” The woman tried to appease, though it only seemed to make the children more anxious about getting candy in their grasp. Even Izuku shoved himself within the crowd, joining everyone in their cheerful chants and having parts of his body elbowed in as Shouto looked on with worry from behind. He wasn’t one to shove himself in situations like this and patience was a key part of his personality as he looked onwards in waiting to see if the crowd would dissipate soon.

After hymns of thank yous and have a great halloween, the horde that surrounded the woman’s feet soon dispersed and the only ones left were Shouto and Izuku. Given how Izuku had shoved himself in there, small questions appeared in Shouto’s mind as to why he didn’t manage to get any but his thoughts were immediately interrupted by the slight tapping of the woman’s foot as she stirred her hand in the pot. Shouto looked back at her with curious eyes, wondering what his next move should be. “Pssst…” Izuku whispered over to him, causing Shouto to turn his head towards his ghostly friend. “Follow me!” He beckoned as Izuku got closer to the door and separated his feet so they could have a firm grip on the ground to keep him stable as he pushed his pillow sack towards the candy dealer as he hollered at the top of his lungs “Trick or Treat!!!”

Shouto looked at the way Izuku had done it and he stared back at his plastic hollow pumpkin that only contained flickers of dust inside. Gulping his fear, he gave one last glance at Izuku before copying the same motion, though with slightly more quiver than confidence. “T-trick or t-treat!” Shouto repeated with a wavering voice as he held up his own bucket, his face wincing away in fear as he wasn’t sure the reaction the lady was going to have towards him and his weak posture.

However, unlike how his father would kick his back straight up and force his eyes to be wide open, this woman carried a much more sweet demeanor, chuckling at his actions instead of chastising him. “I thought for a second there you were just going to stare at me and not say anything but you did! I’m guessing this is your first time going out and getting some candy?” she asked him in a motherly tone, blanketing him in an aura of warmth and kindness that had a small tinge of recollection from his own mother before the scar appeared on his face. Shouto slowly nodded his head to her question, revealing the true nature of the situation he found himself in. “Why that’s just adorable! I hope you have fun out there tonight. Here-” she stated as the hand within the bowl blended itself deeper, really making sure that even the candy on the bottom resurfaced to the top. Soon, her hand appeared out, however Shouto quickly realized that there was an overflow than what the other kids received. “Here, have some extra for your first time!” The woman said with tenderness as her now free hand grabbed onto the wooden door, preparing to close it as she slowly moved it towards the latch. “Well have a great Halloween! I hope you have a great night tonight!” and the door slammed with her exclamation, creating a hard knock that masked the boys’ voices for her to stop.

Staring at the entrance with one bucket filled and a pillowcase, they tried to find their voices that had been knocked away from the wind the door closing gave. After a couple of seconds of shock, Izuku’s head bobbed forward as his nimble fingers opened up the bag a bit to really face the reality he had been ignored despite his sure fire attitude and callings as she closed the door. It made him feel numbness inside as he questioned why on Earth that would happen. Was it his costume? Maybe he was too straightforward? Questions curled around his mind as he continued to give a glazed look towards the emptiness befell his bag, making Shouto begin to be filled with woe. However, as soon as he was about to place a hand on Izuku’s shoulder to shake him out of that deadened state, Izuku sprinted back up, looking like nothing happened. Staring back at Shouto’s concerned look, he gave an imitation laugh of All Might that made Shouto lean his head towards the side as his colored eyebrows furrowed themselves upwards in perplexity. “There's no fear, for I am here!” Izuku screamed out, botching All Might’s signature line as his fists rolled into the crevices of his hips. His grin matched the designer one All Might had almost copyrighted as sparkles shined through his polished, white teeth.

Shouto’s blinked in confusion, wondering what in the world got into his new found friend. Even though he wasn't most aware of common reactions, judging glimpses he noticed from his brothers and sister, they would have had a sour face with tears budding in their eyes if they didn’t get what they asked for. Yet, Izuku was completely different than his siblings. Though his bag was empty and not as filled as Shouto’s, Izuku was still able to smile and project a type of hopeful attitude that left Shouto to be in a befuddled state. “Ummm Midoriy-”

“Don’t about it Todoroki! I’m sure she just didn’t see me!” He interrupted Shouto’s beginning remarks as he grabbed his hand and pulled the dazed vampire behind him as he lead the way to another destination. “C’mon let’s get to other houses! We wouldn’t want to miss out on all the candy!” He said cheerily as he tilted his back to look at Shouto with a grin that made his cheeks turn apple in color and his freckles glow under the lamps of the street. With that look, Shouto just followed along, slightly nodding his head in apprehension and trailed after the little boy in front of him, making sure he didn’t lose sight of the patched ghost costume as they traveled in a pack.

However, the expectations Izuku and Shouto soon turned the tables on them as repeats of the first kept reoccurring. No matter how much Izuku shoved himself to the front and begged for candy to make his bag heavier, he would be treated like his costume and instead Shouto received the share, sometimes even more than the other kids from the group due to awe adults had for his costume. As the night continued on and they rang more doorbells to receive candy, Shouto’s bucket began to grow heavier while Izuku’s bag still was reduced to the weight of simple fabric. And as they exited each house, the spirit Izuku had in the beginning soon withered away into the grey sky that was beginning to fill itself with darkening clouds that overhang the dimming stars. The upwards head of Izuku soon declined itself further with each passing second and his pillowcase that was held with tenacity soon dragged itself on the cement, creating small holes by the tips. Shouto looked onto his friend with downturned eyes, not aware of what he should say. At each house, he would try to garner attention towards Izuku but he was met with either laughter and door slams that equaled another rejected attempt. All of this made the atmosphere around them awkward and tense as words were taken from their lungs and stomped on as they continued on with their journey.    

“Why….aren’t I getting any candy….?” Izuku quietly whispered, shattering the constricting vibe that occurred from their lack of speech. His head hung low as his eyes looked blankly at the cracks within the cement of the street, the sparkling semblance he had earlier turning dull and dismal as if colors were beginning to drain from his corpse.  

Eyeing his friend like that, Shouto began to reminisce about the times at his own house where happiness seeped out from under their fingertips and the only comforting color was grey as everything seemed to drain out. He knew that feeling all too well and hearing Izuku’s new found cracked voice with that same sadness Shouto had to use all too much made him feel a sharp pain in his chest. Shifting his heterochromatic eyes back and forth, he tried to come up with a positive solution for his friend until one sprouted into his head. He wasn’t sure how receptive Izuku would be towards it but he figured it was worth a shot, especially since the outcome couldn’t be worse than what they had been receiving for hour or two.

Slowly, not sure how to introduce his action, he grabbed onto the dragged pillow case and yanked it out of Izuku’s grasp, causing a small yelp to occur from that. Ignoring Izuku’s protests and arm jerks to get it back, Shouto set his bucket down on a step nearby and began to use his hands to shovel some candy from his carry on to Izuku’s. Even though Izuku did everything possible to prevent him from doing so, trying to even scream at his friend as hands grabbed onto his forearms, Shouto managed to tune him out as he continued to work his magic with an inexpressive face. After his eyes analyzed the quantities that each bag had, he pulled out two silver wrapped tear dropped candies that had little wisps of knowledge sticking out. “Here you go….” Shouto softly muttered out as he presented not only the now filled pillowcase but the other matching piece of candy he pulled out.

For a while, his arms were outstretched as Izuku looked at him with widened eyes and stiffened muscles, not sure what his reaction should be. A couple of long seconds passed and Shouto grumbled in uncomfortableness as he still kept his posture in hopes Izuku would act soon. Just as he was lowering everything, Izuku’s face began to warp into one with tears spilling down his cheeks as he gave loud hiccups with his hands mashing into his face. “Th-tha-nk y-yo-ou T-t-dor-ro-oki!” He wobbled out as he slammed into Shouto’s body, rubbing his face into the satin vest that hid underneath his luxurious cape. Shouto stood frozen, complete shook at what was going on or why he was receiving this hug that filled itself with waterworks. The mixing emotions Izuku displayed made Shouto have question after question appear in his mind and all he could do in response was just rigidly stand there, holding all the objects that were still in his hand. After leaving a wet stain on the expensive material, Izuku pulled himself back and wiped away any remaining evidence left on the splotches of his face as he gave Shouto a wavy smile. “Y-you’re th-he b-best f-friend any-yone c-can ask-k f-for T-Tod-or-roki!” Izuku exclaimed as he grabbed his items back from Shouto, treating them now like treasures that had been bestowed by the Halloween gods.

Shouto wasn’t much aware of how to acknowledge Izuku’s words, after all, he didn’t do much to be treated like he saved planet Earth. In his mind, he merely gave the boy some of his own candy so they could enjoy the spirit together. To him, it didn’t have much significance but to his companion it did and Shouto felt a weird feeling fluttering in his stomach as his lips slightly curved upwards at his words. Shouto didn’t have any friends so to not only have that said to him but for it to be said in an inflection that was weaved in with honor made him feel special, as if he did something good for someone else instead of being told vomiting beside a treadmill will help the community. However, no words could be formed from his diaphragm so he just gave a simple nod in hope that Izuku would be able to read the thoughts that were crossing through his mind.

“Hey, Todoroki!” Izuku called out, bring back Shouto’s focus as Izuku held his fingers out with the candy he got from him twirling in his fingers, the silver wrapping shining under the brilliance of the glowing lights. “I’m not sure if you had these before but these are called Hershey Kisses! They’re just a piece of chocolate you can put in your mouth but what makes them special is that they have wise words written on this little flap of paper!” He explained to Shouto as he glanced down at Shouto’s own piece that he still had in his hand. Pulling on his wrist to bring it upwards, Izuku placed their respective pieces close together so they could see the glimmering wrapper together. “We should eat ours and show each other what the words say!” Izuku said as he let go of Shouto’s wrist and began to unpeel it, revealing the dark colors that were swirled into a tiny teardrop. Holding onto the piece of paper it came with, he popped it into his mouth and moved it to the side of his mouth, chewing it with conviction as he savoured the sweetness of coco that burst into his mouth. Izuku could taste the hardness of the outer shell slowly melting within the walls of his mouth and soon the softer side appeared as it churned in between his teeth, causing a flavorful bliss to explode within the confounds of his mouth. Soon enough, he swallowed it down his chalked throat as he pulled out the small strip of paper that contained the mystery words he anticipated to read. “Soon, you will have an companion to follow you on your journey.” Izuku read out loud as he inserted his own childhood mysterious voice in there to make it seem more ominous and creepy. However, that effect withered away as he gave a small laugh and looked at Shouto with expectancy. “C’mon Todoroki! Go ahead and try it!”

Still twirling the piece of candy in his hand, soon Shouto felt a pressure to repeat Izuku’s actions as he gave another slow nod in acknowledgment. With adroit fingertips that undid the wrapper with more care than his friend, he slowly placed the piece of chocolate in his mouth and gained the same sensation that flared in Izuku’s mouth. However, Shouto’s cheeks turned red as he began to be overcome with the sugar, something that was withheld from him his entire life. Recollecting the flavors of sugar in his mouth, he relished in the little crackles the sugar sparked on his tongue and he could feel his mouth still continue to linger that taste as he swallowed it down his own throat, really keeping the acid away from this moment. Remembering the flap of paper, he pulled it out and gave a quick glance to Izuku for approval before clearing his voice box to be prepared to speak words that were withheld in there for the past few hours. “You’re going to embark on a new journey that will give you a different perspective on life.” Shouto read softly and with a more serious tone than Izuku did. Rereading the words, he only felt himself getting more confused by what they were supposed to mean past the literal sense of them. The metaphorical description left him curious and with crinkles in between his eyes as he tried to decipher the hidden message underneath the written words.

Though, once again, his exquisite train of thought was obstructed once more by the hyperactivity coming from Izuku. “Wow, that sounds cool. Hey, maybe we’re supposed to go on this mystery journey together!” He added on as he moved closer to Shouto to reread the same words that were reread by the other boy’s eyes. Shouto bobbed his head towards that idea and soon the questions that swirled in his mind shoved themselves into the back as that resolution seemed plausible. “Maybe…” Shouto whispered out as he shoved that slip of paper within his pocket and found a trashcan mere steps away to the shining wrapper. When he retraced them back to Izuku, who had placed his own within his bag, he gave a fast glimpse at his hidden All Might watch to see the time that flashed in between the lines of his grandiose smile. “It’s 10:30…” Shouto muttered out to himself as he was caught in surprise by how much time passed between the two of them. For him, it only felt a mere hour or two withered away but it was more and it made Shouto soon become aware of his surroundings. Now noting the time, he began to see the change in scenery and noticed that the mass of children that had been walking around earlier dwindled down to only a few and the bright lights that blanketed them earlier were off as people turned themselves in for the night. Only wisps in the wind carried remnants of laughter and gossip from earlier conversations against the bareness of the street and the clear air made Shouto’s gelled back hair soon stick out as he curled more into his cape.

“Really!? It’s 10:30!?” Izuku exclaimed as he also looked at the empty streets, though his face carried more bafflement and expression that Shouto as his body twisted back and forth to see the same empty road the other boy saw. “I can’t believe it! But I guess….gosh, how does the saying go? ‘Time passes by when you’re having fun’, there that’s it!” he chuckled out with his freckles lining themselves up against the bobs of his cheeks. “I’ve had a lot of fun with you Todoroki today! Though….if you’re able to stay out for a little longer, there’s somewhere special I want to show you. Would that be ok or do you have to be back right away?” he asked bashfully, his foot rubbing against the hard ground with his chin lowering itself into a submissive state. His hands began to fiddle behind him, a nervous tick he gained from hanging around his “friends” long enough.

Shouto knew the correct answer to that question and “yes” or “of course” wasn’t a part of that language. He knew that his father would have noticed his disappearance by now and would soon scout around for him and pull him back by the ear, causing him to fall and create damage to the costume his sister made. He knew that he needed to return home for the early training that was going to occur the next day where the savory taste that still left itself in his mouth would be replaced with the bitter taste of bile and leftovers. That was the path he needed to take and the scar on his eye proved all of that.

Yet….

“Sure….why not.” Shouto said in agreement, the outer tips of his lips curving upwards as his hand clutched onto his bucket tighter, ready to go on this small trip with Izuku to this new found location. No matter what, everything Shouto participated in tonight all could lead him into trouble so why not continue the trend and seize the moment while it was handed to him.

The affirmation Shouto gave made Izuku’s emerald eyes light up in happiness as he tossed the bashful look away and grabbed onto Shouto’s free hand, leading him to the destination he wanted to show him. “Alright let’s go then! The sooner we go over there, the sooner we can come back so our parents won’t be worried about us!” and with that comment, Izuku began to pick up his pace into a light run as Shouto dragged behind him, making sure his feet didn’t trip over cracks or unrelated bumps.

After what seemed like minutes of heavy panting and near falls, the boys made it on the other side of town where it was patched with dirt and forestry that had an elongated fence casing them out. Shouto looked at the nature behind the hidden fence, wondering where this had been placed this entire time and how Izuku managed to find it. Given the darkness that loomed over here with only the city lamps beaming in the foggy background, it seemed like this placed was deserted, with only the sounds of a river to keep them company. Signs were posted onto the fence but Shouto couldn’t make them out in the lack of luminosity. However, he soon heard a “Pssst” coming from the side of him and he saw Izuku pulling up a side of the fence that looked like it had been broken in before. In silence, he motioned Shouto to follow him once more as he ducked under the metal and crawled onto the other side. Once he made it and dusted off the dirt that patched itself onto his glowing white costume, his hand signaled Shouto to repeat the same steps he took. Gulping in apprehension, Shouto removed the fear that lodged itself in the pit of his stomach and, leaving his pumpkin bucket by the side of the fence, he grabbed onto his cape and held it close to him as he snaked his way through, trying not to get snagged by snapped wires. Successfully and with only a bit of dirt on his knees, Shouto made it through and the boys began to walk through the valley of trees and fog that made them clutch onto their costumes for any remaining warmth.

As concentration loomed over them with Izuku finding where his path would be, Shouto decided to be the one this time around to break the silence between them as he was pinched with curiosity. “So...where are we going?” he asked quietly, hoping it was loud enough for Izuku to hear but not loud enough to disrupt any animals that could have possible been roaming around the area.

“Ah! There’s this tree up ahead! Kacchan, one of my best friends, takes us here all the time and it’s by that tree that we all decided to stay together in our friendship. It’s a really beautiful tree and I know you’re going to like it just like we did!” Izuku said with enthusiasm as his head went down, trying to retrace his steps from that fated day.

With that explanation to soothe over Shouto, the boys continued to walk together in quiet, only occasionally giving silent whispers to watch their steps or to not get lost behind. The path they continued on was windy and filled with obstacles that neither of their costumes could have endured under this light. They crossed over the the deafening river Shouto heard in the beginning and even side stepped on some rocks that were built with the claim that it would be a short cut to their destination. Time didn’t make itself aware in their current venue and no matter how many times Shouto looked down on his watch, the darkness suspending around them made it hard for even his eyes to see what time it could have been. Soon enough though, a resounding gasp came from Izuku as his eyes twinkled at the sight. “There it is!” He pointed into the fog. Squinting through it, a silhouette of it appeared with its height and branches intermingled each other as the wind moved its leaves around, creating almost what looked like an oil painting. “C’mon Todoroki, we have to hurry!” Izuku shouted as he began to bolt from his friend, his steps moving faster than anything Shouto had ever seen coming from him. His figure began to wade in the colored smoke and fear entrapped Shouto as he quickly followed after him.

“Midoriya! Wait for me!” Shouto called out frantically, his voice cracking in panic as he burned through his leg muscles to keep up the fogged image of Izuku. Yet, no matter how hard he pushed and tore through the inner cores of his body, it was as if Izuku quickened his pace twice as fast as what Shouto could handle. Spit began to drool out of the corners of his mouth as he continuously called for Izuku to only have whispers of giggles being returned back to him. His heart pounded against the inner walls of his chest that fought with the heavy pants his lungs emitted. “Midoriya! Midoriya, wait for me!” Shouto’s voice box yelled out, adding scratches to his speech as he pushed the limits and went beyond anything he had spoken out in the recent years. “Don’t worry Todoroki! You’re almost there!” Shouto could hear Izuku calling back, though his voice felt more angelic as his figure only became fragments under the steam.

“Midoriya, please wait for-!”

Snap!

Immediately, Shouto’s calls became distant memories as he felt clamps of fangs chomped on his ankle, causing him to crash into the dirt and have his body be broken under the small rocks that protruded underneath. Wind escaped from his lungs and he felt a loss of breathe for a solid minute before an enlarged gasp erupted from his mouth, following by quickened wheezes with the whites of his eyes sticking out from his skull. He could feel a warm, wet feeling trickling down parts of his body, even through the wrinkles on his forehead as it trickled down into his eyes, making his vision hazy.

Even though his arms received damaged, when he finally got control, he twisted his body to see his entrapment and hysteria returned to him seeing his ankle severed and entrapped by a bear trap that dug deep enough into his muscle mass to feel bones. No matter how much he tried to wriggle out of it, it would only sink in further into the muscle tissue and shrieks exploded out from within him that were marked with echoes in the air. Tears began to spill down Shouto’s cheeks and it mixed with the blood that poured down his face and left a residue in his mouth that tasted like rusted copper.

“MIDORIYA! MIDORIYA, HELP ME!” Shouto screamed out one last time before laying his body down. His heterochromatic eyes stared at the sky in agony for a small while and the leaves from the trees above swirled and twirled around him, causing a painful array of colors to be splattered against his visual field. “Midoriya, please….” He said one last time with raspiness as he allowed his formal look to be disheveled under the loss of blood.

“C’mon Todoroki, you’re almost here! Just need to come up a little more!” Shouto heard in response, feeling a ghastly aura reach into his system and string his heart up that lifted his torso up from the jagged ground. Eyeing his ankle again caused a revolt of bile to uprise from his stomach as he vomited on the side, creating a little pool of acidic contents. Swallowing the pain back down, he analyzed the bear trap that devoured his ankle in, eating his flesh as if it was a type of desert. After a few breaths, he removed his scarred gloves and shoved them into his mouth to conceal anymore screams as he worked around the trap. Never seeing an instrument like this before, he tried to pry it open his nimble fingers but it would only compress into his leg further, making the job harder. Looking around the contraption, he fiddled around with it enough until it slowly decompressed from his ankle, causing a hissing sound to occur. Freedom was found to his bruised and bloody ankle and he located a small item on the side to get him on his feet.

With wobbly steps and blood receded out of most orifices on Shouto’s body, he limped towards the voice of Izuku, trying to find his friend from between the fog. He could still see the silhouette of the tree in the distance and his eyes focused in on that, trying to make out lines between the blur. However, colors mashed into each other and Shouto could feel himself teetering from side to side as he tried to reach his destination. His head kept plunging downwards as he raised it back up, creating whiplashes against his drenched face and it kept going until Shouto’s damaged foot caught onto rock and knocked him back onto the ground, though this time the rubble on the ground was more jagged than previously and a series of cuts and unwanted syringes of pain leaped into his body.

With only an ounce of strength left in his core, Shouto whimpered into the ground as he cracked his arm ligaments to stretch forward and pull his body forward, scraping against the natural Earth as his fingernails dug more into it. He could his soul shutting down with each arm movement but with each thought to give up, he could hear Izuku’s voice eagerly encouraging him to keep moving. In Shouto’s mind, they would be soon reunited and he could get help from his dear friend. Shouto noticed the scratches on Izuku’s arm, he must have had a solution to this blood bath he was enduring.

Soon enough, Shouto reached to the magical tree that was filled with mystical sparkles as it shimmered under the moonlight. Even though his face was mangled, Shouto still managed to release a relieved smile that only made tears stream harder down his cheeks. “Midoriya!” he weakly called as he continued to crawl over despite the screams of death his body his body was giving. Horror screeched throughout his limbs as more blood poured but that didn’t matter to Shouto. What mattered was that he got to finally reach his friend and his fingernails kept shattering under the strain of depth he placed into the dirt to continue crawling over.

With each pulse towards Izuku, Shouto felt his clothes dissipating under the rugged ground with each movement he made towards his friend. His eyesight kept blurring and the loss of blood made his mind spin like a deathly carousel, something that would signal anyone towards the reaper of death but Shouto pushed that out of his mind as he continuously drove himself to not give up in his tracks. Coughs spewed out from his decaying lungs as he spat out blood but that still didn’t make him stop. All he wanted was to spend his last night of freedom with his friend and he wasn’t going to let impairments on his vital systems get the best of him. Not tonight.

“Midoriya….” Shouto called out to him, his eyelids beginning to droop in darkness as he saw an obscured image of his friend. When he got no response, Shouto kept calling his name, desperation lining the words of his cries. “Midoriya….please answer….I’m sorry it took me so long….but I finally found you.” Shouto wailed out in the softest voice his frame would allow him to speak out.

However, when Shouto got close enough to Izuku to reach out and touch him, his blood ran cold as he felt a decayed corpse under the skin of his palm. Reeling it back, he took a closer look at Izuku as his rumpled eyes bulged out once more as he saw the true form of Izuku as the questions he had earlier in the night were all answered at once.

Izuku wasn’t a living boy that was filled with visibility, he was a dead corpse that had maggots running through the sockets were his emerald eyes should have been placed. His ghost costume was ripped into shreds that had patches of his ombre jade hair scattered around. Shouto’s eyes took a swipe at his arms and he could see infected scars that ran through his arm that caused little warts and decomposed skin that revealed bones underneath the corroded composition.

“Midoriya….” Shouto called out once more as he felt his heartbeats coming to a slower pace and his eyes suspending further down. With last bit of strength, he moved his arm to grab onto Izuku’s boney hand, joining him on an everlasting journey with spirit and laughter as his view on life drastically changed with the last beat of his heart.

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Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban: Everyone Lives AU

Table of Contents beta’d by @ageofzero

Chapter Three The Knight Bus

Harry didn’t look back, and he didn’t hear Sirius following him. He only kept walking until he realized he had no idea where he was. The trouble with Apparating between places, he wasn’t at all sure how the world connected. He realized he was stranded, quite alone, in the dark Muggle world.

He could go back the way he came. He could apologize to Sirius, but he didn’t know what he had to apologize for. He could talk to Remus, but he figured Remus will simply scold him for being so rash. He could try to find his parents, but his heart sank into his stomach as he realized he only just barely got off being in trouble for all the things he did at school last year, and when his parents found out he ran away from Sirius’s flat, he’d never ride a broom again.

Harry looked around and saw that he’d wandered out of the collection of flats where Sirius lived and into a different neighborhood entirely. He could tell it was different because the buildings were painted a mint-green instead of the dusty blue of Sirius’s complex. It also had a nice park adjacent to it, which Harry knew Sirius’s building did not have. Harry sat down next to the entrance to the park and turned his wand over in his hands.

It was clear at some point he would have to apologize for running away. But he was still so angry at Sirius for burning the book that he wasn’t sure he was ready to apologize. Not even to Remus. He didn’t know how to make anyone understand how frustrated he was with Sirius and his parents and everything that was wrong this week.

Before Harry could decide where to go, the bushes next to him rustled. He scrambled to his feet and tightened his grip on his wand. It was probably just a stray cat, but it could be Sirius sniffing him out. He did not need Sirius to bite his sleeve and drag him back home.

Harry squinted through the dim light, trying to make out the shape of a large black dog in the bushes, but the light was not enough. He put his wand out, but didn’t dare use Lumos and have the Trace catch him.

Then a stray cat shot out of the bushes like an Every Flavor Bean from Peeves’s nose and darted across the street. Startled, Harry fell over onto his trunk and there was a loud bang and a blinding light. Harry opened his eyes to a large, bright purple bus with three levels and gold lettering that read The Knight Bus.

Harry hadn’t meant to stick his wand out over the street, but maybe this bus was his ticket away from Sirius.

The door opened and the conductor, a young boy, not much older than Harry, stepped out.

“Welcome to the Knight Bus, emergency transport for the stranded witch or wizard. Just stick out your wand hand, step on board, and we can take you anywhere you want to go. My name is Stan Shunpike, and I will be your conductor this even —” He suddenly noticed Harry, still collapsed over his trunk and frowned. “What’re you doin’ down there?”

Harry quickly scrambled to his feet and grabbed his trunk. He also flattened his bangs over his forehead. “Fell over.”

“‘Choo fall over for?”

“I didn’t do it on purpose.”

Stan Shunpike did not look very impressed with Harry’s story and said, “Woss your name?”

Harry said the first name that popped into his head — “Neville Longbottom.”

“Longbottom? You better get in then. Don’t want that Black catchin’ you. Come on, come on.” Stan grabbed Harry’s trunk from him and led him inside. The inside of the bus had no seats, only tall brass beds from front to back. Stan put Harry’s trunk under a bed near the driver. “Where you headed?” he asked.

Harry pulled out one of the Gallons he’d gotten for his birthday. “The Leaky Cauldron, please.” He could stay there at least one night and owl his parents that he was not going to spend another minute with Sirius and they should take him home immediately, or let him stay at the Leaky Cauldron.

“Choo want hot ‘ot chocolate? Four more sickles for that and a ‘ot water bottle an’ a toofbrush in the color of your choice.”

“Hot chocolate would be great,” Harry said, and took back the sickles Stan handed him as change.

Harry sat down on the bed as Stan introduced him to the driver, Ernie Prang. Harry self-consciously flattened his bangs as Ernie looked him over, but he didn’t have to worry for long that the driver or Stan might recognize his scar. The bus took off with a bang and Harry was thrown flat against his bed.

Harry adjusted to the speed and gratefully took hot chocolate from Stan. He sipped at it quietly while they dropped off another passenger. Between stops, Stan was reading the Daily Prophet and Harry saw the same article that Remus had sent him a few days before, about Regulus Black.

While Stan led Madam Marsh — a small witch who looked green from the Knight Bus’s speed — off the bus, Harry picked up the newspaper and looked at the article.

“What did Regulus Black do, exactly?” Harry asked. “The article is a bit vague, isn’t it?”

“Wha�� choo mean, you don’ know?” Stan frowned at Harry. “Though’ choo said your name was Longbottom.”

Goosebumps prickled on Harry’s arms as he looked at the picture of Regulus Black on the front page. “Er — I’m not close with my family,” Harry said. The resemblance to Sirius was striking, but Regulus was far thinner, and his eyes seemed dark in a completely different way. The sallow look of his skin reminded Harry of Uncle Remus’s vampire friends.

He felt a small pang of guilt about running away from Remus. But the guilt wasn’t bad enough to ask Stan to turn the Knight Bus around.

“You know Black woz a big supporter of You-Know-’Oo. Second-in-command, they say. An’ when little ‘Arry Potter got the better of You-Know-’Oo —”

Harry flattened his bangs.

“— they say Black when mad with rage. The fing is, no one ‘ad seen ‘im in years. He’d been skulking around doin’ wha’ever You-Know-’Oo wanted done, and then suddenly ‘is master’s jus’ gone. So he turns up outta no’ere, probably wanted to go after the Potters’ since they’re the ones tha’ killed You-Know-’Oo, but they were in hidin’ by then, so he wen’ after the Aurors that hid them, Frank and Alice Longbottom. You related to ‘em and you don’ know the story?”

“Distant relations,” Harry said, and thought it was probably true anyway, since his father and Neville’s parents were all purebloods.

“Well, Black is no reasonable man. He an’ his friends, other supporters of You-Know-’Oo tortured the Longbottoms. It took three more Aurors to bring ‘im in. Laughin’ as they dragged him off to Azkaban. He’s mad as anyfink, innee, Ern?”

Harry looked over to the driver, who shivered in his seat.

“If he weren’t when he went to Azkaban, he will be now,” said Ern in a slow voice. “I’d blow meself up before I set foot in that place. Serves him right, mind you… after what he did….”

“An’ now ‘e’s out,” said Stan, and he took the picture back from Harry. He looked over Regulus Black’s face again. “Never been a breakout from Azkaban before, ‘as there, Ern? Beats me ‘ow ‘e did it. Frightenin’ eh? Mind, I don’ fancy ‘is chances against them Azkaban guards, eh, Ern?”

Ernie shivered. “Talk about summat else, Stan, there’s a good lad. Them Azkaban guards give me the collywobbles.”

Harry knew a bit about Dementors. There were horror stories that said they sucked your soul from your body and kept it in lanterns that they used to light the halls of Azkaban. He didn’t know how true those stories were, but he did remember how Hagrid had looked when he came back from Azkaban. Hagrid had been in Azkaban less than a month, and he came back with a distant and haunted look in his eyes. He’d cheered up during the celebrations that evening, but something about him was still different.

Harry had no desire to ever find out what Dementors were really like.

Ern stopped the bus in front of the Leaky Cauldron and Harry stepped out. Stan grabbed his trunk.

Harry stood on the sidewalk and reached back for his trunk. “Thanks for the chocolate —”

But Stan wasn’t paying attention to him. He was staring wide-eyed at the entrance to the Leaky Cauldron.

“There you are, Neville!” a voice said, and before Harry could even turn around and correct the person, there was a hand on his shoulder.

Harry looked up and saw Cornelius Fudge, the Minister of Magic himself. Cornelius looked down at him, startled. “Goodness! You’re not Neville at all!”

“No, sir, I’m not,” Harry said. He didn’t understand why the Minister of Magic would be looking for Neville of all people.

“You’re not Neville?” Stan said, still goggling at the Minister.

“This is Harry Potter,” the Minister said, “who is also not supposed to be running around London without supervision. I thought you sent a message saying Neville Longbottom was on the Knight Bus.”

“I told Ern this was Neville Longbottom. Ern musta sent the message on ahead. Didn’ think it was smart for a boy named Longbottom to be out this time o’ night.”

“Yes, very, er, wise,” the Minister said. “Well, thank you very much, and have a wonderful evening.”

Harry couldn’t imagine how all this was about Neville, and he really wished the Minister would leave and go find Neville instead of taking him home, but he really didn’t know how to protest as Fudge led him inside the pub.

Tom, the old landlord and bartender, brought them a pot of tea, and Fudge anxiously checked his watch.

“I suppose you know who I am,” Fudge said as he poured the tea for himself and Harry.

“Yessir.” Harry didn’t think it wise to mention he’d seen Cornelius Fudge at Hogwarts last year, when Hagrid had been taken to Azkaban, but he had definitely seen Fudge in the Daily Prophet.

“Do your parents know where you are, Harry?”

“No, sir.” Harry sipped at the hot tea. “I was going to send them an owl when I got here, honest.”

“Where do they think you are?” Fudge continued to check his watch.

Harry wondered what he was waiting for. “With my godfather. See, they’re staying with Mr. and Mrs. Longbottom and —”

“Yes, I know where your parents are. I asked them to stay with the Longbottoms.” He snapped his watch closed. He cleared his throat and turned all his attention onto Harry. Harry realized he liked it better when Fudge was looking at his watch.

“Harry, listen, you need to be more careful. What with criminals running loose, there’s no telling what sort of danger is out there. We are doing everything we can to catch Black, but he’s —”

Harry suddenly put together what he had overheard from Nymphadora, his conversation with Sirius, and what Stan had told him. And the pieces that didn’t make sense — like why Harry and Neville could not stay with their parents this week — suddenly came together. “You’re using my parents as bait. And he’s not taking it.”

Fudge looked startled at the interruption. “No, no of course not. We just thought that he might go after your parents or Neville’s, or even you or Neville, so we made sure you two were safe first, of course, and decided it would be easier to protect your parents if they were all together.”

But Harry had grown up with four very excellent liars, and Fudge was not even close to being an excellent liar. “Protect our parents? What sort of protection are you giving them if it’s not safe for me and Neville?”

Cleared his throat. “Excuse me, while I notify your parents you arrived. We were quite sure you were safe, and now we’re not sure where Neville Longbottom is — well, I’m sure Neville is absolutely fine. Excuse me, one moment. Have a biscuit.”

He shoved the bread towards Harry, but Harry was quite full from cake, cocoa, and tea. He watched the Minister disappear to a room separate from the main bar and close the door behind him. Harry nudged his trunk with his foot and pushed a spoon around in his cup of tea. So much for his night away from Sirius. He’d be sent right back any minute.

But he did like that he’d learned something, and he did understand why his parents had kept the reason for staying with the Longbottoms a secret. Of course they wouldn’t want him to worry that mad Regulus Black was going to come after them. And surely, even though they were bait to catch him, they’d agreed to it. They knew the plan. They just hadn’t told him. And Harry understood why, but he was still upset about it, and he was absolutely going to tell them how upset he was.

There were four sharp cracks outside the pub, and then the door burst open. Lily, James, Sirius, and Remus all rushed in and immediately over to him.

Lily threw her arms around him and then started to check him for injuries. “Harry, are you alright? Are you hurt?”

“I’m fine,” and Harry didn’t sound as angry as he’d meant to. “Are… you okay?”

She laughed and his father hugged him and said, “We’re fine. When are you going to stop scaring us, huh?”

Harry laughed a little and hugged both his parents at once. “I didn’t mean to scare you.” Well, maybe a little.

Fudge came out of the room and looked startled to see the pub so crowded all of a sudden, but he quickly regained his composure. “Mr. and Mrs. Potter.” He smiled widely at them, and Harry noticed the way he completely failed to acknowledge Sirius and Remus. “You arrived so quickly. As you can see, everything is perfectly fine, and I’d be happy to escort you back to the Longbottoms —”

“We’ll be going home,” Lily said without letting Harry go.

Fudge looked startled by this, then looked to James for some sort of explanation.

James only laughed. “What, am I supposed to say something different?”

Fudge spluttered for a moment. “But — the plan. How are we supposed to catch Black if —”

“The plan isn’t working,” Lily said sternly. “It’s been a week, and we’re no closer to catching Black. We are going home to spend time with our son before he goes to school.”

“Let me arrange to have some Azkaban guards stationed at your home.”

“Absolutely not,” James said.

Fudge looked like he wanted to argue, but wasn’t sure how. Harry didn’t blame him. His parents were difficult people to argue with. Especially when they agreed with each other.

“Perhaps a team of Aurors?” Fudge suggested weakly.

Lily said, “We’ll talk to Alastor about that personally, and I would prefer if the Ministry stayed out of it.”

Fudge took a handkerchief from his pocket and dabbed at his forehead. “Of course. And, you should be happy to hear, Neville is fine after all. It seems there was a bit of panic when we thought he was on the Knight Bus, but he’d merely gotten lost in his grandmother’s garden.”

“I’m glad he’s safe,” James said. “Now, if you’ll excuse us, we’ll be taking Harry home. Have a pleasant evening, Minister.”

Harry was not very excited to leave. He had a feeling he was in for the biggest scolding of his life when they got home. He had never run away before, and he was pretty sure it was the worst thing he’d ever done. Even worse than sneaking off to the Forbidden Forest and nearly getting eaten by giant spiders.

But his father took his trunk, and they all apparated home.

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Part 2 (still no name, but this was called 'babbytaro and joseph happiness')

another part, morty! :D

it’s a little shorter than i expected, but i do still hope it’s okay~ getting back into self-proofing this and checking a few things (apologies for errors in advance huu)

enjoy your day!

- mystery woof fic writer

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March, 1974…

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“Lookie here, my rough ‘n tough grandson thinks he can defeat me?!”

Jotaro’s high-pitched cackles turn into squeals of laughter as Joseph picks him up by the ankles, roaring in fake triumph when he admits defeat by throwing the water pistol across the garden. Of course, that’s not enough for the big bad bandit, who instead insists on hoisting Jotaro higher, so he can belt out another evil laugh right into the young Sheriff’s face.

“Papa! Bring Jotaro in now, it’s time for dinner!”

Like a whippet out of the gate, Jotaro wriggles from his grandfather’s grasp, shimmying down the length of his pant leg and sprinting off towards the open back door of the sprawling Kujo residence, making sure to grab his water pistol on the way. Joseph can barely catch up to the little tyke – the Joestar secret technique was for emergencies only! – but the young boy seems to eventually catch on, finally allowing his elder to match his pace by making sure to take slow, exaggerated steps back along towards the kitchen.

What a cocky little mite…wonder who he gets it from…

He was a little over four years old now…Joseph finds himself grinning as he sees the bright light shining in the boy’s eyes, near sparkling as he kicks off the ground to hang his summer jacket on the coat peg at the back door. It reminds him so much of Holly, he can barely stand it! Even the way his smile stretches over the baby fat of his cheeks, eyes crinkled in the corners as Joseph lifts him under the arms and sits him atop his shoulders.

He’s gonna be just like his Mom, I can tell. Or me, but here’s hoping he isn’t such a devilish rogue. Don’t need any competition!

“Don’t go telling your Mom about that water pistol I gotcha, okay?” he snickers, metallic finger pressed to his lip as he motions for Jotaro to keep quiet. “She’s always saying how you soak the laundry when she puts it on the washing line.”

Jotaro purses his own lips right back, the strap of the water pistol tight against his chest as he pulls on it. “How else am I gonna be the best cowboy in the world if I don’t do target practice?”

“…Well damn, you got me there-“

“Don’t cuss in front of him, Papa!”

Holly taps her foot lightly against the wooden floorboards, waving the tip of her spatula towards her father in a faux-menacing fashion. But her eyes are still soft, mouth quirked into the sweet smile that she always made sure to display. Jotaro slides down Joseph’s back as he walks forward, cowboy hat tipped backward as he looks up to his elders.

Joseph grins right back. “Slip of the tongue, Holly!” he chortles, gloved hand scratching the back of his neck. “Not like Jotaro is gonna use it…you’re a good boy, ain’t ya?”

“Hah…honestly, Papa…” Holly sighs and taps the front of her father’s shirt with the spatula. “If it weren’t for Mama, I would’ve grown up sounding so uncouth…”

“Eh?! And what about all those Italian swears your mother taught you?!”

“Not like you knew what I was saying to begin, goodness me…,” She eventually breaks away to a light giggle, not unlike her mother after playing a light-hearted joke. Turning back towards the corridors leading to the kitchen, Holly guides her father and son, hands clasped against her stomach with the spatula grasped tight. “I hope you don’t mind if we eat a little earlier, boys. It won’t be long before sundown, and I’m feeling like we should probably prepare for an early meal.”

“That’s true…ah, you said Jotaro started presenting a couple of months ago?”

“Not long after his birthday. It was around the same time as me, so I wasn’t too worried…but-”

“Ah, you were such a handful, even that that age! Even if you were a cute little furball- hmm? But?”

Voice lowered, Holly suddenly leans closer to Joseph, as if fearful of being overhead. Jotaro has surely heard this before, right? “Well, he’s been having a bit of trouble, Papa. I think it could be growing pains, but even then, I’m a little skeptical. And I can’t really take him to the doctor’s to ask for some advice, can I?”

“True again.” Lycanthropy might have easily been part of their world, already inhabited by blood-sucking vampires and sun-fearing gods, but to the average passerby, ramblings of a young boy struggling to become a wolf might be brushed off as ramblings of a drunkard. Or an escapee of the nearest asylum. Joseph rubs at the scruff of his beard, watching as Holly seems to tense her shoulders. “I can’t say I know much on this, sadly. But if it makes you feel more at ease, I can have a word with your grandmother? Elizabeth knows more on this than I do.”

Relief tinges his daughter’s eyes. “Oh, would you? Thank you, Papa!”

“Well, maybe it was just a one-off, sweetie, so I’d not worry too much,” he comforts, eventually turning around to where Jotaro is trailing behind them, tinkering around with his brand new water pistol. “ain’t that right, Jotaro?” When Joseph faces the boy, he makes sure to let his fangs bare ever so slightly, not enough to threaten…but enough to warrant a good-natured laugh in most of the Joestars’ closest affiliates.

But Jotaro didn’t take it well.

At all.

His smile falters, color rushing from his skin as if he had seen a ghost. Arms gone slack, he gapes up to his grandfather…not doing anything…not even breathing. Joseph feels his own muscles tense, smile now pulled into a questioning expression. Holly makes a move to raise questions of her own…

…but Jotaro’s already speeding for the back door, cowboy hat trailing behind him on a string that’s far too long.

In fact, for the rest of the evening, he seems…off. He avoids Joseph’s eyes as they sit down to eat at the dinner table, instead opting to choke down his meal as fast as humanly possible, gaze safely hidden beneath the brim of his hat. Joseph attempts to replicate some of the dialogue from earlier, even adopting the overly gruff accent of his…to no avail. Jotaro only balls his small fists tighter around the cutlery, shoveling down his last mouthful.

When the young boy stands up and rushes away to pack up his toys, Holly leans closer to her father across the table. “See what I mean? I think you scared him with the fang trick, because I tried playing a joke on him last time…he did the exact same thing!”

The summer air is heavy on Joseph’s skin; he can already feel the prickling of the beast under the flesh. “I don’t blame him, to be honest, but I’m confused why he’d take the fear to such an extreme. I guess we’ll have to see what happens during the transformation tonight.”

 It would only be a couple of hours; sunset was rapidly approaching, and the ghost of the full moon already sends shivers down the Joestars’ spines. Holly ushers Jotaro inside as she locks the doors behind her, setting the deadbolt straight as Joseph follows suit with the windows. Jotaro does his best in keeping up with his elders, making sure that there are no gaps he could wriggle through as a pup, as well as attempting to write warnings to his wolfish self on brightly-colored sticky notes.

Joseph can’t help but laugh at the sight of pleez do not eet mi modl submreen agen. mom sez is not helfee as he passes by his grandson’s room.

The strike of the clock at precisely 7 set a certain chill down the adults’ spines. Holly clasps her hands in her lap, already sprouting claws. “Well, we’re all set, I think. Have you called Mama to let her know you’re okay?”

Joseph grins, fangs protruding. “Already covered, sweetie, she sends her lo-”

A piercing shriek rips through whatever he was about to say, followed by the crack of the seat as Holly jumps into an upright position. She’s like a greyhound, immediately sprinting to Jotaro’s room, where the screeches of her son are echoing against the walls of their lonesome abode.

When Joseph barges in behind her, he feels his heartthrob painfully in his chest.

Jotaro’s toys are half-smashed against rug he lies sprawled upon, tearing at the soft material between his hands as he undergoes the transformation. It’s a painful sight to see, even more so when Holly is trying to tenderly comfort him, ignoring her own tears that well in the corners of her eyes.

“I-I don’t understand…why does it hurt him so much, Papa?”

Hot tears are pouring down the boy’s flushed face, the aquamarine bubbling into a boiling ocean as he struggles against Holly’s and Joseph’s hold. A fighting spirit emerges from him, no doubt, one that struggles hard against the animal currently trying to take control. “It’s hurting me!” he snarls, pushing hard against Joseph with as much strength as his small arms would grant him. “Make it stop, Mama, the monster’s hurting me!”

Poor thing, Joseph sighs as he clutches tighter onto his terrified grandson. This is you. But in the mind of a child, the monster is easier to fight when it is separate from you, something to see and to fend off. Jotaro doesn’t understand it yet, and so he thrashes harder. He tries to pull out his fangs when they painfully push through his bleeding gums, screams out for Holly to hold him tight while the fur erupts from beneath his flesh.

He’s frightened, he’s hurting…and Joseph is powerless to stop the change as his grandchild claws pitiful marks into his shirt.

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Summer, 1999…

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AWWWWW MAN, that went from adorable to “nnnnnnnnnooooooo” real quick aaa ;A; BUT IM OVER HERE ON THE EDGE OF MY SEAT, ive been waiting for this and I am not disappointed at all! Still, no rush my dude~!