#much to the dismay of the other residents of the manor

[hisbutleronhiatus]

It has been 170 days since the Kuroshitsuji hiatus was announced.

Today, Bard confused the cinnamon with cayenne.

Credit: @reine-du-sourire

[captainjacklyn]

Love, Love, Love Part 1-ish

A/N : a small fic made from this incorrect quote which I promised a part 2 and here it is just- longer.

Context : Rollo gets transferred to NRC for a few months, The Headmaster decides that he would be staying at Ramshackle Dorm much to Malleus' dismay (along with grim and the first years who are aware of the truth). Yuu doesn't find it nice either but with time they allow the third year to open up to them, eventually growing mutual respect for one another, perhaps some friendship..and a bit more.

Warning(s) : fluff, hints of rollo liking Yuu, this is a continuation of some sort to my joke so pls understand that it isn't from the beginning, Rollo might be OOC he's just scared of Yuu, they/them pronouns for Prefect !

A bit of background..

"I'm back from dealing with the principal's casual destruction ! How are you boys holding up ?" The prefect announced their arrival back at Ramshackle the moment they got in. A smile, half glad it was over while the other half expressed their passive aggressive bitterness from when taking care of other people's jobs. Grim was laying on the couch looking at one of his notebooks to try and study for an upcoming assessment. Rollo flamm, a new temporary resident of the manor was reading a book of his own next to the fiery raccoon, his attention turned to Yuu when he heard their voice.

"Ah. Welcome back Prefect, are you alright ?" He asked, placing his volume on the side and getting up from his seat to take their bag. Yuu thanked him and stretched their arms before walking over to Grim and patting his head. The feline let out a hum as his henchman did so and once the bedroom door closed, the two occupants glared at each other.

"Weasel."

"Simp"

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Since it was the weekend, most students had the option to rest their minds or do the opposite of relax because of a test. "Hey guys what are you doing ?" This current scene happened a few days after the first, Yuu was once again returning to Ramshackle. Though this time, they stopped at the small gates when they noticed their first year friend group staring at Rollo from a distance.

When the Prefect called out to them, Ace quickly turned around and shushed them. "We're observing the enemy." Deuce explained in a hushed tone, They only chuckled at their antics and Epel attempted to defend their choice of pass-time. "We don't what he could be planning this time ! I mean he's gardening right now, you know what that means.." The way his tone of voice changed towards the end of his sentenced made Deuce frown in remembrance of that incident.

Yuu shook their head with a knowing smile as they approached them and ruffled Epel's hair. "Don't worry, I'm making sure he doesn't make the same mistake. He's getting better, I promise." They didn't buy it but Ace nodded along with a shrug, possibly considering the option since he wasn't there when it all happened.

To reassure them, Yuu continued as they all looked back at Rollo who was watering the plants at the entrance. (he stated that it would look nice because of how dried the yard was, Yuu only agreed as long as he did the work) "I'm sure he'll change into becoming a nice normal man...very normal." then Rollo started to spin around as he watered the flora. The collective all narrowed their eyes, "That's not very normal." Yuu commented.

In a minute he changed his stance completely and went back to his original position. "That's normal." The prefect spoke while pointing at him to prove their judgement, Adeuce and Epel nodded their heads at the same time. However they all scrunched up their faces and tilted their head to the side a second after Rollo sprayed fertilizer in his eyes.

Yuu ignored it and gave Deuce a pat on the shoulder. "Anyways- It's gonna be exciting to have someone new around. Nobody is born bad, I promise you that. I'll get to know him and we can all share our lands...even though I feel like contradicting my own words." they muttered under their breath as they walked away from the group and pass the gates, to go speak to their tenant who was..performing strange water rituals. "Flamm !"

Their voice was firm enough to have the eyebag silver-haired individual look their way the instance they spoke. Mostly because they made it very clear that they were the boss around this area, by using threats that is..brutal ones to say the least.

"Oh hello Prefect, I was just taking care of the plants-" "Yes I know you were performing your bizarre holy water ceremony." They cut him off halfway and right when he was about to say something, the not-so-genuine smile on their face made him change his mind. "Uh Yes..that was it." he accepted their statement, learned a while ago that saying no to someone who could force him to sleep in mud wasn't the best option.

Then Yuu suddendly perked up. "Oh right I came back from Sam's shop to bring you these, just like you requested." Reaching into their satchel, the magicless student handed him a few bags of flower seeds. He offered a small smile as he took them, "Thank you." Rollo responded, they answered with another smile and although they were serious, it was much more for setting something straight rather than intimidating him. "I trust you, Rollo..And I really hope that your brief stay with us helps you with whatever you're..going through I guess." Yuu carried on, Rollo looked at them for a while as he took in their words, he then gave them another small smile.

"Thank you..I appreciate it." They chuckled as he spoke softly. "Just looking out for my non-non magic user !" they joked.

A little further off was the trio of freshman watching the scene unfold in disbelief.

"He has to go."

"Agreed."

hope you liked reading this, part 2/3

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This is for you @jules-writes-stories

Prythian’s Olympic Roster

Rhysand - Pentathlon: if he can’t be the best at them all he isn’t the best at all.

Feyre - nothing: let’s be honest, you all thought I was going to put Archery but Feyre has been a little too preoccupied with Rhysand ever since they got mated to really hone her skills to that next level. Not to mention that she is freshly postpartum.

Nyx - baby: His parents take full advantage of the Olympic Village Nursery (thank you Allyson Felix and Pampers) for some playtime between sporting events. Favourite activity, carrier naps during every single one of his dad's events no matter how much Feyre tried to keep him awake. He only wakes up to watch Auntie Nesta, much to his parents dismay.

Elain - Artistic Gymnastics: On a team with Gywn, after all that’s what those “pliable bones” are for right SJM? Nuala, Cerridwen, and LoA round out their team of five. Elain’s best event is bar. Gwyn is beam. Nuala and Cerridwen are Vault and beam respectively. And LoA is the star of the show, winning All Around as well as Floor finals. Team FAAFO.

Cassian - Rugby: this man loves a good team sport and personally helped most of the other males who qualified for the team. First all Illyrian team to make the Olympics.

Nesta - Synchronized Swimming: Taking those dancing skills and eight point stars to the pool. All Valkyrie team. Wings and water, who knew it was such a good combo. She also qualified to be the female fencer for the Night Court due to the hours of practice put in being Azriel’s partner but declined in favor of participating in something that she could do with all of her friends. She recommended a Hewn City female , one of Mor’s younger cousins that she met during a Solstice Ball.

Azriel - Fencing: Being completely covered for his event only adds to the mystery of the Shadowsinger. His shadows like to do funny dance routines on his shoulder while he is in a match to distract his opponents. Truly he loves surfing but didn’t want to be in a different location than Eris for the duration of the Olympics. He caused quite the upset when he announced he would be competing under the Autumn Court his new place of residence and home of his mate.

Eris - Cycling Road: Of course he won both Road and Timed. This is coming straight off of his fresh Tour De France Bronze a month prior. (Please look up Remco Evenepoel, he actually did that this year.)

Lucien - High Jump: This boy is tall and gangly and inherited his daddy’s thighs. He plays on the Olympic Refugee team because every court was fighting over wanting him on their team.

Tamlin - Climbing: Boulder and Lead. If his claws pop out and help him get just a bit of a better grip no one is the wiser.

Helion - Weightlifting: It’s all in the thighs.

Thesan - cheerleader: For his lover who is the team captain for the Dawn Court Male volleyball team. Thesan always wears long layers, hat, and sunglasses in hopes of not being noticed but he can’t help but emitting a soft glow every time his lover encourages and hypes up the other players on his team.

Kallias - refuses to participate in Summer sports off of principle but is the biggest fan during Viviana’s event. As soon as she is done competing he whisks her away to see the sights and sounds of Paris.

Viviana - Beach Volleyball: on a duo with her sister. She prefers sand to snow and Kallias teases her relentless about it.

Mor - Equestrian: Her secret manor is actually a horse ranch. She is a horse girly at heart and despite the Night Court uniform being black and silver hers is obviously blood red. Everyone keeps mistaking her for Autumn Court in interviews which makes her unreasonably angry.

Tarquin - Swimmer: preferred stroke is breaststroke but he is the IM king. Think Summer McIntosh/Leon Marchand.

Cresseida - Swimming: long distance queen, world record holder in the 800 and 1500. Oh and she does open water swimming too. The stamina and determination, yep. The Katie Ledecky of Prythian.

Varian - Synchronized Diving: tried to get Cressedia to do synchronized diving with him and Amren eventually had to break it to him slowly that they don’t have mixed synchronized diving events. He cried for a week after that because he loves his cousin and didn’t want to go to the Olympics without her. Aodh, Vanserra brother, is now his partner in the 10m platform.

Amren: sits in the stand and cheers with Feyre. Refuses to hold Nyx. The only time she gets out of her chair to stand and cheer is during Varian and Aodh’s diving. Everyone assumes it is for Varian but really it’s for Aodh. If Amren were to ever admit she had a best friend Aodh would claim that title.

Jurian - Penathlon: Actually a professional boxer but decided to do the Penathlon just to bother Rhys. Obviously he wins gold.

Vassa - Rowing: Women’s Eight. Team leader for all of Koschie’s girls. Koschie lake is secretly the most elite training ground for rowers. Koschie is the encouraging dad coach.

Alis - Kite Sailing: Because she is literally cooler than anyone else. Never wins but she has the best time. Her nephews can be heard cheering even from all the way across the water.

Briar - Judo: Tamlin is her trainer and she beats him every time.

Bryaxis - tried joining the rugby team because he heard Cassian was the team leader. Really just wants to be BFF’s with Cassian but the general keeps running away and Bryaxis can’t figure out why. The Night Court loses their game when Cassian spots him in the stand during their final and is frozen in place for hours after their game until Nesta can come collect him after her and the Valkyries are done their event for the day.

Nuan - Hurdles: Girl is fast and she’s got the jumps. She and Lucien poke fun at each other during their training on the track.

Madja does not compete and is a medic for literally every event.

Mirrell and Clotho are the judges of gymnastics, diving, and synchronized swimming.

Kier and Breon were on Male’s Double Badminton team. They switched which court they would play for each Olympics. The only opposing team was the Bone Carver and the Weaver. Upon their deaths Badminton was been removed from the Olympic roaster and their “legacy” was wiped from the ledger.

My OC Vanserra Brothers

Aodh - Synchronized Diving: Emissary of the Autumn Court living in Summer and has temporary citizenship. Agreed to dive with Varian in hopes of catching the eye of a certain Summer Court fae. He really could not care less about the Olympics.

Caradoc - Shooting and Skateboarding: 10m Air pistol. He could outshoot Feyre with his eyes closed. His style of shoot is exactly the same as Yusuf Dikec from Turkey. Skateboarding is a skill he learned from a very special someone and is competing in their memory. Everyone is absolutely terrified of him except for Gwyn.

Matthan - Trampoline: The boy has springs in his feet and his head is permanently in the clouds.

*special note from game hosts - the inclusion for Breaking this year is in memory of Andras who bravely sacrificed himself so that Tamlin would have a chance of breaking the curse and set into motion the events that has shaped Pythian today. High Lord Tamlin was adamant about honoring his sacrifice as “we would all be dead if not for him.” Break dancing was one of Andras favourite hobbies. Who knew that breakdancing to the fiddle could be so fun?

To all those we have lost in the past four years we honor them.

I think I got everyone but let me know if I forgot anyone. Have your own roster? Please tag me!

[adiluv-moved]

❥ PHOTOGRAPHER + BUBBLY S/O HCS. ˚⊹꒷

☁️୧・꒰word count꒱ 1101.

⚜️୧・꒰warnings꒱ slightly rushed ꒰attempted to beat the 'not posting tonight' allegations꒱.

🪻୧・꒰adi moment꒱ request here! must say, i'm a big fan of joseph's beautiful gorgeous nature! apologies for those that don't have the hyacinth emoji available ꒰my laptop included꒱—i promise that this looks good on supported devices. still, i really loved this prompt, and i hope you enjoy! ꒰ ´ ˘ `꒱

꒰⚔️꒱・Joseph certainly would’ve never expected to find somebody as bright as you residing within the accursed Oletus Manor. Or, at the very least, somebody who was able to stay so bright even after discovering the true, disturbing nature of the game. Most others had been quick to fall into a state of despair ꒰even if temporary꒱ after coming to such a morbid realization, and while Joseph wasn’t taken too far aback by such knowledge—having had a hidden dark-side of his own—the repetitiveness of it did eventually manage to get to him. So seeing you, all optimistic and cheery, continuing to hold out hope for something better… for freedom… it ignited a spark of hope within him, shocking as it was.

꒰⚔️꒱・Truthfully, he really does admire your positive outlook on life, a sentiment that’s heightened if you’ve had a particularly difficult past. It’s easy to say that the manor’s appeal usually does arise from the desire to have a new life, something that—in its own, twisted way—does come true. This ability of yours to stay so kind, despite the hardships you’ve faced both in and outside of the manor, is one that he respects—especially knowing that such a thing couldn’t be true for himself.

꒰⚔️꒱・I imagine that Joseph would very much enjoy flustering you. There’s something so utterly interesting to him about the way that your normally loud demeanor vanishes whenever he flirts with you, instead replaced by a blushing, stammering mess. Much to your dismay, this task is one that proves to be relatively easy for the photographer, too—his previous life having required him to know how to charm people. After all, it’s much easier to find willing models when you know how to flatter them, no? But, of course, he means every word he tells you.

꒰⚔️꒱・As an extension of this, he also enjoys teasing you whenever you become flustered by his gestures of affection. Your reactions are just so… so adorable, really—he just can’t help but want to see the way you attempt to hide your reddened cheeks! He might even pinch them, too, assuming that he’s feeling especially playful. However, as much as he relishes in riling you up, he’s also quite good at understanding when he’s crossing the line—and he’ll be quick to stop himself if he notices that he’s taking things too far.

꒰⚔️꒱・I’ll be honest, you’ve dragged him onto the roller-coaster at Moonlit River Park at some point. He’s never really been the type to enjoy the circus—his status as a Count does place certain expectations on his shoulders, ones that he’s been taught since birth to uphold—so let me tell you… That ride absolutely broke him. While he would’ve attempted to maintain his composure at the beginning, he’d end up screaming his lungs out for a majority of the ride, hitting notes higher than you’d thought possible on the loop and cursing out a mix of both English and French loud enough for your teammates to hear.

꒰⚔️꒱・The poor man wasn’t even able to get out of the cart by the time that hellish experience was over, entire body trembling like a leaf during a hurricane as you attempted to pull him out. You were genuinely worried that he would’ve collapsed right then and there, and he had to brace himself against one of the metal posts at the coaster’s final station as he surrendered. Joseph would later make an attempt to keep the news of his embarrassing reactions under wrap, though Freddy wasted no time in informing your fellow survivors about the events of the match. I… wouldn’t be too shocked when he uses that map to reach his quota of serious games against you. 

꒰⚔️꒱・He’d rather be damned than allow anybody to destroy your cheerful personality, an attitude that applies to both the other survivors and his fellow hunters. For the most part, any sort of rudeness directed towards you isn’t something that he’ll address in the moment, instead preferring to watch from the sidelines and comfort you once they’ve left. Once your spirits have been restored, however, and he parts ways with you… his response becomes much different.

꒰⚔️꒱・Say what you want about him, but Joseph feels absolutely zero shame in targeting a survivor until they decide to apologize to you, and most other hunters already know that it’s a bad idea to try and go head-to-head with a trained ꒰and highly skilled꒱ fencer. He does take quite good care in maintaining his rapier, after all. 

꒰⚔️꒱・He’ll always encourage you to express yourself, even when you aren’t necessarily feeling all that positive about your current living situation. While he certainly does know that your positivity is a part of you, he also knows that it’s incredibly unhealthy for one to live life whilst not allowing themselves to express any sort of negative emotion. If you’d like to rant to him about something, or if you just feel like moping, then he’ll be glad to lend you an ear. Can’t have you bottling your feelings up, now can he? Especially not when he adores hearing that delightful voice of yours.

꒰⚔️꒱・Although he loves you, and is eternally grateful that you’d decided to accept the baron’s invitation—Joseph just can’t help but find it downright cruel that somebody as wonderful as you ended up stuck within such a horrible place. It’s a terrible twist of fate, in his eyes, that you’re forced to suffer through these games—possibly even for the rest of your life, seeing the ever growing amount of residents within the manor. This isn’t something that he talks about often, though he longs for nothing more than a life where the both of you could’ve met outside of Oletus’ doomed walls, regardless of how unlikely such a thing would be.

꒰⚔️꒱・In any case, it’s an idle fantasy that his mind simply can’t help but wander to every now and then—more so whenever the night approaches. His desire to cuddle with you often leads him to share your bed, thoughts often drifting to you as he holds your sleeping form in his arms. His dreams grant him no reprieve from such reveries, either, thoughts of a peaceful life with you plaguing his slumber. 

꒰⚔️꒱・How lovely it would be, in some sort of other life, to be back within his own manor—waking up in his room with you beside him, living blissfully without ever having to come in contact with the baron. The both of you could travel the town—country, even—if you wished, strolling around like one of those couples in his favorite paintings. Oh, if only there were a way to escape…

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bound to you, part 3

diluc x fem!reader

wc: 1, 844

author's note: im really edging all of us with this rn goddamn

cw: fem!reader, 18+, no *actual* smut in this chapter but smut from last part is mentioned, MDNI!!!, mentions of anxiety, reader is DEF hiding her feelings, diluc is a soft man because i say so. cheesy "where is my wife" mentioned bc i live for that shit

Did you really leave your door open? You frowned, sitting up in your bed. You were almost positive you closed it, but you had been so needy earlier that your memory felt blurry. You were quiet, though, and no one had a room near your chambers. You fell back onto your pillows, looking out your window at the night sky. Did you really just come undone on your fingers, singing praises to your absent husband? The thought annoyed you, reminding yourself that Diluc pulled away from your touch just this afternoon. You rolled your eyes at the thought and turned away from your window. You considered whether or not you really wanted to know more about your husband, or if your lust earlier had completely clouded your mind. It was definitely lust, nothing more you reasoned. As you kept going over the afternoon’s events, you slowly drifted to sleep in hopes of coming to a better conclusion tomorrow. 

“What do you mean he left this morning? I thought he was finished with business for the season?” you were interrogating Adelinde while you ate your breakfast. Diluc had left the winery and no one knew when he would return. 

“Like I said my Lady, sometimes Diluc has to go away for weeks on end. It can be sudden, but we get along just fine. Don’t worry too much, okay?” you stared at her and finally let out a huff. 

“He said he would spend time with me,” you grumbled, “Not that I care. He can’t stand being near me anyways.” you quickly added after seeing Adelinde’s satisfied smirk as you pouted over your husband’s absence. As she began to clear your dishes from the table, you crossed your arms over your chest. How long would he be away this time? 

After a few days of following Adelinde around begging her to give you anything to do, you finally gave up. Your restlessness knew no end, and you were close to leaving the manor to travel back to Fontaine just to have something to do. As you began to actually consider that thought, there was a loud knock on the manor’s front door. You excitedly bolted to the entrance of the manor, ready to give your husband a piece of your mind. You ran past several maids who were also making their way down to the parlor to greet their unannounced guest. You arrived at the door out of breath, and stood for a moment to compose yourself and smooth your hair before you opened it. To your dismay, it wasn’t your husband on the other side. A young woman with ears and two tails stood in front of you with a package. 

“Lady y/n? Kirara. I have a delivery here for you from Liyue!” you stared at her, dumbstruck. You didn’t know anyone from Liyue. Confused, you remained silent. Kirara furrowed her brows, checking her delivery address again. 

“Lady y/n. That’s you, right? This is the Ragnvindr residence?” 

“Ah, yes it is, I apologize for my behavior. I’ll take that.” You gently took the package from her hands, and smiled as the young woman ran off to continue her delivery route. You looked at the name on the package. Lady y/n Ragnvindr. It still felt strange seeing your husband's last name after your own. Feeling the maid’s eyes on you in the parlor, you excused yourself to your chambers where you could open the box privately. 

You sat on your bed with the package in your lap, carefully snipping the strings that held it shut. You opened it and found beautiful red packaging paper inside with a small note on top. It read:

I have heard that this is the best paint in all of Teyvat, hand crafted by an Adeptus here in Liyue. Use them to your heart’s content.

-D

It couldn’t be. You continued to unwrap your gift, only to discover an assortment of paint that you had only ever dreamed of. It was indeed handcrafted by a reclusive Adeptus from Liyue, and it was incredibly expensive. Considering all of the colors your husband purchased for you, it meant he had given up a hefty sum for them. Your breath hitched in your chest, and you brought the note to your lips. What would you paint? You briefly thought about repainting Diluc’s portrait but you were quickly engulfed by embarrassment just at the thought. What about the Winery? And the vineyard! They were two things that were incredibly important to your husband. You bolted upright and immediately began gathering your things to set up an easel and canvas outside for the perfect view. 

After Adelinde helped you set up your easel on a hill across from the Winery, you quickly got to work. The paints were so smooth and so pigmented you wanted to jump from the excitement. You spent hours that afternoon painting, your mind drifting off peacefully as you worked. Each day you woke up, ate breakfast, and spent hours on that hill trying to capture your home on the canvas perfectly. After a week, you felt you were close to being finished. You just needed a hint of azure blue to finish the sky. You turned too quickly and knocked your paints and brushes all over the ground. With a huff, you crouched to clean up your mess. 

Diluc was relieved to be home. He was only gone for a week and a half this time, but he was exhausted. Adelinde greeted him in the parlor, delegating tasks to the maids so he didn’t have to lift a finger as soon as he walked inside. He sighed with relief. 

“Thank you, Addy. I’m happy to be home.” Adelinde tsked at the old nickname, but she greeted Diluc with a smile.

“Welcome home, Master Diluc. Would you like to change into something more comfortable?” He did, actually, and he wanted to find you as well to apologize for his abrupt absence. While he had been almost too worn out to venture out to Liyue to tie up some loose ends on wine deliveries to Sumeru, he was grateful for the distance after accidentally stumbling upon you touching yourself as his name fell from your lips. 

Damn it, he thought. Of course he was rock hard as soon as the memory flared in his mind. He changed slowly, to let himself regain his composure before he started searching the manor for you. He first went to your chambers, prepared to be more careful than last time. Your door was ajar, though, and he stepped inside only to be greeted by the quiet breeze blowing in from your window. He slowly explored the room, trying to control his urge to pry. He did, however, notice a note at your bedside. It was the handwritten note he sent with your paints. Seeing it set out made him smile, his anxiety being replaced with a warmth blooming in his chest. He moved on, searching the main rooms and even the kitchen in the manor. His anxiety crept back into its permanent home in his chest, and he quickened his pace. He became increasingly stressed after each room, realizing there was no sign of you anywhere. Diluc found Adelinde again in the parlor, agitated.

“Where is my wife?” it sounded more aggressive than he intended, but he was beginning to tire from your continued pushing of his boundaries. He’d give you anything Teyvat had to offer, if only you’d ask. He simply wanted you to stay within the safety his manor provided while he was away. 

“Your wife is outside working, Master Diluc.” Adelinde’s usual playful tone was absent from her voice. Diluc rubbed his palms over his face, ready to crack. This was another boundary you continued to push. He appreciated the enthusiasm you displayed, truly he did. He knew his employees adored it about you as well, but as the Master and last remaining heir of the Ragnvindr clan, he felt there were expectations he needed to meet. One of them being his wife not working tirelessly out in the vineyards. Normally Diluc could care less for expectations but with the Lords of Fontaine breathing down his neck, he became increasingly aware that he sometimes needed to play by the rules. He took a slow breath, and thanked Adelinde before heading out to find you. 

You finished cleaning up the last of your brushes, carefully picking out each strand of grass that was entangled in the bristles. Satisfied with your work, you turned around and slammed right into your husband's broad chest. You look up, only to see his amused face looking back at you. He seemed relieved about something. You push away from him, trying to create some distance between you. He reaches out and swipes a smear of green paint from your sunburned cheeks. 

“Beautiful.” he whispers, his touch lingering. You see the crinkles around his eyes form and you chance a quick look at his lips. 

“The painting, of course.” Diluc grins as your expression sours. You could only grumble wordlessly in response. You turned away, hoping to put the final touches on your painting in peace. Your husband didn’t leave, though, and you became increasingly fidgety under his watchful gaze. 

“I don’t think I meant to paint for an audience when I came out here.” you were doing everything you could to stifle the joy you felt knowing Diluc was home. The manor felt emptier than usual when he was gone this time but you’d never admit that. You began to consider backing out of your plan of giving this painting to him- it felt too personal. Though you did consider the paints he bought you to be a very personal gift, even if he had no idea that you’d always wanted them. 

“You’ve been putting them to good use, I see.” he sounded proud of himself. 

“Yes, I have.” you turned and met his gaze, “Thank you, so much. I actually painted this… for you.” You felt a flush rising to your cheeks and you hoped your face was pink enough to disguise it. He tilted his head, and glanced between you and the painting. You continued,

“I know they cost a fortune. You shouldn’t have.” 

“It's the least I could do for you, after leaving so quickly. I wanted to apologize for my absence.” That was a first. Usually Diluc came and left the winery without a word. Up until recently you both had avoided each other easily, unconcerned with unnecessary chatter. 

“Oh, I- please don’t apologize. I understand how busy you are, there’s no need to dwell on it.” you began to turn away again, but Diluc caught your hand in one of his own. This time it was you that recoiled from the sudden touch, surprised that he’d reach out to you so casually. Your gazes locked, and you could feel your steeled resolve melting by the second. 

“Master Dil- ah… Diluc. Would you like to paint with me this afternoon? 

[sapphiel]

The Nine Lucifers, a bunch of demons that committed crimes and atrocities to the denizens of the Seven Circles of Hell. More info down below~

Archibald, the Lucifer of Limbo, punished for his desire of a union between Hell and Heaven, a thought no other demon would share with him. After a plea to both sides have failed, he was deemed a traitor of Hell and had since been banished into a separate realm outside of it. But with some strong willpower, and extra spatial awareness, he had managed to turn the realm into a neutral area where any and all entities, be they demon, angel, or mortal, can enter and relax in. Named the Purgatorium, being within its confines will also affect one with a pacifistic spell that prevents any sort of hostile actions being taken.

Jezieka, the Lucifer of Lust, punished not for a crime that she had committed, but her lover's. But it was not an act of sabotage or deception, but a willing sacrifice. Jezieka's lover, Sarah, had a livelihood and a hobby that involved indulging herself in the literal taste of other demons' flesh that she could not bear to end. Jezieka, unable to either help her end her addiction nor ease her worries of losing her life, she offered herself to be branded as the Lucifer in her stead. In an esoteric ritual that the couple had committed to symbolize and sanctify each other's mutual love, Jezieka had offered her eyes to her lover, as a promise that she may never look at another person's face again, and that Sarah's would be the last she'd ever see. Sarah, meanwhile, had offered her womb, promising that she may not harbor another person's love nor lust within herself. Lady Vylke, the Lucifer of Gluttony, and the Lady of Harvest in Villam, also known as the Circle of Gluttony. Her title gives her the authority and responsibility of managing the resources that sprout from Villam, which are then shipped to the other six circles. Her importance to Hell's economy prevents her from being truly punished as a Lucifer, of which she was branded for consuming demon flesh in copious amounts indiscriminately, so much so that those that demand to see her must offer her a gift for her to consume, lest they be consumed themselves. Placed under house arrest, Lady Vylke manages Villam from the safety of her manor, still satiating herself with the occasional unfortunate soul every now and then. Though some say she wasn't always like this, and was a fun normal (as for demon standards) individual for the most part...

Tytus and Dima, the Lucifers of Greed, infamous for their dastardly deeds of raiding ultra secure banks within Fodere, also known as the Circle of Greed. Tytus, hailing from Auctoritas, the Circle of Pride and demonic law, knows his way through legal loopholes to avoid capture for so long, while his wife, Dima, a native of Fodere, knows the ins and outs of high security vaults and locations of potential treasure. But after having the overly ambitious idea of raiding a Fodere bank (which is something not even other Fodere residents would even THINK of doing), they were captured and branded. Forced to stay physically together by a holy bond, the two remain as thieves that trek the lands of Fodere, however they are now always on the run, and sometimes leap between the Circles, but are now unable to keep any treasure strictly to themselves, rather having to share them, much to their dismay.

Ariel, the Lucifer of Anger, found herself being subdued by both angel and demon, after being sent to a vicious state of extreme fury. Supressed and branded with angelic seals, she was exiled from the Circles for everyone's safety. However, despite being tempered by said seals, Ariel is a barely restrained core of seething white-hot rage in each and every single waking moment, always on the verge of snapping but unable to truly unleash her wrath. Stories were passed that her fury was because of a betrayal of a lover... who most certainly must regret their actions to this day.

The Lucifer of Heresy, whose name had been lost to time, urged all demons of Hell to break its treaty with Heaven to overthrow the angels and set demons back to their former glory. However, after being faced with too much backlash and criticism, Heresy had set her sights no longer against the angels, but her fellow demonic kin instead. After slaying one too many naysayers, Heresy was branded and exiled from hell, her disfigurement so great that she no longer even remembers her own face, and her insult to the superiors of Hell so strong that they have wiped her name clean from both records and minds of herself and any witnesses, doomed to be a faceless nameless creature shrouded in darkness.

Red Lady, the Lucifer of Violence, is the embodiment of an instigator. Where there is strife to be had, there will be Red Lady, the start of it all. She thrives off of conflict, creating it whenever she can, and after demonkind had taken notice of her antics, she was branded and exiled. In addition to these, her body had become extremely frail and weak. No longer able to directly cause conflict herself, she has learned to instead manipulate and trick others around her, gaining a metaphorical silver tongue in the process. Now wreaking havoc in the mortal plane, there had been rumors spreading that major events in that realm were actually caused by Red Lady herself, wearing a facade.

Adarahiel, the Lucifer of Fraud, a compulsive liar and manipulator, having spent centuries deceiving her kin with a mask she so meticulously crafted so that she will be perceived as a kind and caring individual, when she was anything but. Now, deceiving the commonfolk is no severe crime, but after tricking the wrong person at the wrong time for the wrong things, Adarahiel was captured, convicted, and branded. In addition, an angelic sword had cleaved her upper body in twain, but instead of perishing instantly, she instead found her two halves regenerating, forming new flesh. Her head, formerly two halves, now two full ones, but one gained the personality of the mask she had created for herself, the other her true self, forced to gaze into and keep company the mask she had fabricated.

Abaddon, the Lucifer of Treachery, the lowest of the low, a soul so ancient that he had grown tired of this existence. He wants to end it all, and see something new, and to achieve that, he must find an angel to bear his seed to create a spawn that bears the blood of both angel and demon. Such a creature would bear strength and power that even gods would fear, and with this power, Abaddon would finally have the means to make his dream a reality. After convincing an angel to bear his child, his plan would've slowly started to come into fruition... if it wasn't for the angel to catch wind of his schemes. After a heated argument, she ended her own life, but scattering the essence of her child away from Hell, onto the mortal plane. Not one to give up, however, Abaddon had set his sights onto where mortals tread, determined to find the child that was rightfully his and use their strength to burn this reality down, and create something new from its ashes. All this child had to do... was let him in.

[ithaquasbbg]

Can u do aesop carl x survivor s/o who's a ballet dancer but is quite arrogant and could be selfish at times? Have a good day <3 !

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Selfish - Aesop x reader

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Type : oneshot (enemies to lovers!!!!!)

Content warnings : Injury (can you tell I have a fav trope?)

Extra : I hc Aesop as having been a ballet dancer at a young age as an outlet (check his dance emote!!!!). Use of the word pretty as a gender neutral compliment

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When you first arrived at the manor, Aesop was by all means, not the most fond of you. Due to your arrogance, he’d actively avoid you in matches. Most people at the manor have tolerated your behavior, especially during matches. Though Aesop wouldn’t at all.

The first time he speaks to you is unpleasant to say the least, as he’s met face to face with your attitude. “Put me down you dirty!-” You start to yell as Aesop runs away from the Hunter, who has been preoccupied by the painter while he gets you to safety. Within a split second, you feel a cold and gloved hand covering your mouth. “I did you a favor, if you were that special the hunter wouldn’t have caught you in the first place.”

His words are.. quite harsh to say the least, and offend you greatly. How dare this embalmer tell you that you’re not special?! Though you’d be lying if you said it didn’t make you a little interested in Aesop. So against your best judgement you head to his room after the match, having to begrudgingly ask the other residents of the manor where it was.

Aesop is definitely surprised to see you, but it doesn’t see like a pleasant surprise. As you rant to him about how unacceptable his behavior towards you in the match was, you’re met with the door being shut in your face “come back when you can act as high class as you think you are.” And with that, you’re left to storm off to your room.

For your own pride, you refuse to speak to Aesop until a match a few weeks later, beat up and injured so badly you couldn’t walk yourself out of the exit gate. The Hunter is approaching you as you attempt to crawl your way towards the exit gate. Your other teammates had attempted to delay him to no avail. Just when you’re about to give up and stop moving, you feel a familiar cold pair of hands picking you up and rushing towards the exit, just barely making it out with you.

You’re too tired to even demand him to put you down, simply grimacing at the fact that you had to be helped by somebody like Aesop. You’re too weak to register you’re back in the manor until you feel a cold towel wiping an injury in your abdomen. “Hold still, you’ve already caused me enough trouble today.” The person cleaning your wounds is to your dismay none other than Aesop carl.

“…you’re hurting me-” you whimper, voice straining at how hard you’re trying not to scream out. “I didn’t injure you, if anything you should be thanking me for fixing up the injuries you got on your own.” His tone isn’t malicious, rather just factual as he wraps the wound on your stomach, moving on to the one on your thigh.

You look down at what he’s doing, only to see yourself dressed in an unfamiliar shirt, one that almost undoubtedly belonged to the embalmer. “Before you ask, it was Emily who helped me change you, I didn’t do it myself.” Aesop looks up at you? Meeting your gaze briefly before returning to cleaning your wounds once more.

“It’s a shame really” he starts, holding your leg down so he can clean it without you moving. “Miss Dyer said you’re unlikely to walk or dance much until this is healed. You are a pretty dancer, whether I like you or not.” Taken back by surprise, you’re unable to muster up any words, grabbing onto the Embalmers free hand tightly as he continues to bandage you up.

Eventually he finishes up, taking his gloves off and leaving to wash his hands, returning not long after and sitting down next to you on his bed. “I told Emily I would watch over you until you’re recovered. Your attitude may be horrible but you don’t deserve to be left alone in pain.” He stares at your bruised and bandaged body, looking up at your face as he sighs, grabbing a wet towel and wiping the dirt and dried blood off of it.

“Do you need painkillers?” He asks out of the blue, to which you shake your head quickly. The embalmer had a reputation for having unorthodox pain management methods, and you didn’t want to be another one of the victims to such. Though, despite the morbid rumors about the young man in front of you, he seemed oddly tantalizing, now that you no longer had any anger towards him.

Perhaps your exhaustion played a roll in the way you so willingly lean into him, ignoring how the man tenses up in surprise. “Go to sleep, you need it to recover.” He mutters, gently pushing you off of his shoulder and onto the pillows. “And if you’re worried that I will embalm you, I wouldn’t do it without a reason.”

That relaxes you a little, whether or not it should or if you should trust Aesop so easily. When you wake up the next morning to find that he was actually telling the truth about not embalming you, and instead sleeping on an armchair on the opposite side of the room, you begin to think that he may not be as insufferable as you thought.

“Or at least.. if I need to stick with him while I recover I should try and get along.” You think, grimacing at the fact you would even think of Aesop that highly after he had been so rude days prior. Unwilling to wake the young man who looked exhausted, you observe the parts of his room within eyesight. The thing that catches your eye is a vase full of lovely yellow roses and a photo of a young looking version of Aesop on stage.

“The flowers are pretty, don’t you think?” He asks, causing you to jolt up in surprise. “You used to dance?” Aesop looks at you in surprise for a moment, then at the photo next to the vase before sighing. “A long time ago, it wouldn’t have gotten anywhere.” You’re too tired still to press further, simply giving him a hum of acknowledgement before returning to looking around the room.

“I expected it to smell terribly in here.” You laugh, “with you being an embalmer and all, I expected it to be disgusting in here.” Aesops response to your statement is something in between a scoff and a laugh, though he turns to face you quite quickly. “I don’t like messy places, why make it harder to navigate in here?” The hours after this pass in comfortable silence, occasional small talk from now and then in an attempt to make the atmosphere less awkward.

Hours turn to weeks before you know it, even after you had recovered, you still made a point to visit Aesop daily. It turned into some sort of connection, though you would never admit to it out loud. “He does have a charm to him, though a strange one.” You mumble to yourself, caught in your own thoughts one night as you practice a dance routine in the manors ballroom.

“A charm?” You turn around to find the familiar face of the embalmer, a small smirk on his face, something you had come to learn was quite common on him. “Well-” you’re cut off by his gloved finger shushing you, hearing a laugh that gave you butterflies in your stomach. “Tell me, (name), what’s so appealing to you?”

His question catches you off guard and you stumble over incoherent words in an attempt to explain yourself to him. Eventually, you see him pull out a lovely yellow rose, one that looks like it had just been picked from the garden. “I came to ask you something about that, actually.” You raise an eyebrow, blushing as you take the rose from him. “I see you dancing every night. You look pretty.”

“I want to dance with you.” He says bluntly, the expression on his face clearly showing the truthfulness to his words. “Why?” You inquire, trying to stop yourself from smiling like an idiot in front of the man before you.

“I already said you’re pretty, and even with your occasional awful attitude I find you quite entertaining to be around.” Slowly, you grab his hands and lead him to the floor of the ballroom, guiding him to dance with you. “Is this some kind of confession?” You ask him, hoping that it truly was.

“Yes, was it not obvious enough?” You laugh in response to his question, pulling Aesop closer to you and spinning around happily. Slowly, you feel his hands wrapping around your waist and guiding you instead in a way that makes your heart beat out of your chest. “Should I kiss you instead to make it more obvious?”

And with that, you grab him by the shirt collar, pulling the embalmer close to you and kissing him. “Did I Answer your question?”

[jknerd]

NIMH AU: Timothy

Full Name: Timothy Brisby

Species: IM-Human + Human hybrid-> IM-Human

Age: 6~7

Gender: Male

Other names: Timmy, Brisby Heir, Jonathan’s little replica

Occupations: Homeschooled student

Residence: Fitzgibbon’s tenant house (former), Jonathan Brisby’s Wheeled Manor (currently)

Family: Jonathan Brisby (father; deceased), Elizabeth Brisby (mother), Teresa (older sister), Martin (older brother), Cynthia (little sister), Auntie Shrew (great-aunt)

Relationships: The Fitzgibbons (acquaintances), Drago “Dragon” Welker (acquaintance), Mr. Ages (acquaintance), IM-Humans (ally), Jenner (adversary), Sullivan (acquaintance), Justin (possible future stepfather)

Likes: Reading, outdoor activities, magic, stories from his parents and Nicodemus, the idea of Justin being his new father Dislikes: His illness, being stuck in his bedroom for long time, isolation, his mother being away, Jenner’s schemes and hatred

Timothy Brisby is a second son and third child of Elizabeth and late Jonathan Brisby. Little brother of Teresa and Martin, second older brother of Cynthia. He was born prematurely and small, he was believed to die soon but stayed alive much to joy of Elizabeth and Jonathan. Before the death of his father, Timothy would have spent time in home with his parents as Jonathan often tell him stories.

When his father died, he was one of the siblings who did not openly mourned as he was concerned of his mother and his siblings more. At the funeral, due to him showing no emotions and being most perceptive, Nicodemus sees Jonathan within him. But as days went bye, Timothy goes through illness which was initially diagnosed as pneumonia. However, he grows to avoid sunlight, becoming sensitive with strong scents and in immense discomfort when his mother wasn’t around. As one of his symptoms was blisters from sunlight, Mr. Ages suspected that Timothy might be inheriting a congenital condition of full transformation into IM-Human. He was to stay at least three weeks, much to Timothy’s dismay.

However, he had shown comfort and joy to learn his family would move out of town and bringing their house along as Jeremy’s magic helped their mother moving the Brisby manor. At first, Timothy was under protection by his siblings when the guards of IM-Humans checked on them. Justin noticed a striking resemblance Timothy has with his late father Jonathan, but actually bonded. Timothy was first among siblings to notice the possible romance between his mother and Justin. Seeing how his mother Elizabeth was smiling often because of the captain, Timothy was open with the idea of having Justin as new father. Timothy also developed a grandfather-grandson relationship with Nicodemus.

There were several cases Timothy sensed the anger, malice and hatred from Jenner, and was expressing concern as he was able to detect the ambitious man’s growing attraction towards his mother Elizabeth. When at the moving day, Timothy and his siblings were held as hostages locked in his bedroom as the house was immobilized by Jenner. When he noticed Sullivan looking for Justin, Timothy managed to tel him where Justin was, and felt relieved as he sensed his mother being safe. However, when the house was about to collapse, Elizabeth shielded her children from falling debris, not knowing the power of ruby amulet sparing their lives.

Miraculously, the amulet has not only saved others but healed Timothy’s “illness” as he was seen with Nicodemus under the sunlight, no longer suffering as he had conquered it. He was then hugged by his mother and his siblings, but expressed concern when Elizabeth fell unconscious from exhaustion. When it was a day before departure with the Brisby manor restored, Timothy threw a light tantrum he wanted to spend more time with IM-humans and Justin, but promised to exchange letters with them. Eventually, when he noticed his mother no longer aging, he was gleefully writing letters to Justin, implying the future reunion of the Brisby family and IM-Humans in a close future.

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Sends a billion fireworks at everyone's exact location (its 8 billion fireworks good lord!) (*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ*.ﾟ

AJHDFSHJDAS THIS ASK MADE ME CACKLE

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It was a fairly calm afternoon for the residents. The sun allowing a comforting blanket of warmth to trickle into the manor as the residents went out and about their days. At least until a faint noise was heard. NOOOOOOOOOOOM KABOOOM!!!

8 BILLION FIREWORKS HAD LANDED ON THEM WITHIN THE MANOR!! The frantic noises and colorful language were all that could be heard for the next few minutes as they all scrambled to take what little cover they could.

When the dust settled, they were left once again to their own devices, wondering what on earth spawned such a thing.

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Wayne (-⊕ ζ ⊕-)< :

Shattered equipment and lanterns scatter the lamp smith's room, the once warm lights now snuffed into a somber darkness. Stumbling up from the mess, the lamp smith went to open the room's door. The light from the halls illuminating the disaster of what occurred inside.

Wayne opened his mouth, shutting it again as he realized he had absolutely no idea how to even begin to respond to what had just played out. Instead, he inspected himself for any serious injuries, grumbling a few curses under his breath as he found them. He'd definitely need to go to the infirmary. Although, he wasn't sure he could explain fireworks hitting him all at once.

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Ivy ξ(❁) ⊕) ξ :

Frantic yelling is heard from the costume maker's room as she rushes to put out any lingering fires that may have stuck to loose fabrics. "What on earth was this all about!" She yelled, fumbling to adjust a small eyepatch to recover her face (as to her dismay, porcelain could not withstand 1 billion fireworks).

Her adrenaline from it all was at an all time high, her breathing becoming ragged as she searched around to make sure that had truly been the last of the bombardment. Fire had always been one of her least favorite things, but a group of fireworks? That was a whole other awful thing to deal with all together!

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LeRoy 🗝️>(⊖▼⊗´)•ζ :

"Owwww, my headdd" The forest ranger groaned, clutching the sides of his head as he tried to keep his head from spinning. He'd been trying to run from the fireworks, he'd nearly been successful in only getting hit by a few as they zipped past him. However, a lone tree root and a quick tumble had been his downfall. He couldn't necessarily run from the rest of the fireworks if he had to focus on not breaking his arm (again).

Perhaps he'd lay there for a moment before trying to head back just yet. At least then he wouldn't feel like half of the wind got taken from him.

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Delilah Ⴑ(‘❁◡❁’)Ⴑ :

The sounds of projects shattering and angry spectral voices filled Delilah's ears. She felt almost cowardly for taking cover underneath her bed, but with the crackling threat of so many fireworks looming over head, she wasn't exactly sure there were any other viable options.

Once she felt safe enough to emerge, the glass artist let out a yell of despair at the sight of half of her works now reduced to small bits of dabree. "So much work gone!" She huffed as she paced around the room, seeing what she could possibly scavenge.

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Pip (◼⊗_⊗’)/* :

Pip peeked his head out from a small closet he'd ducked into. Did he just witness 1 billion fireworks head his way? Why?! How? He had too many questions popping into his brain the longer he stood there seeing the remnants of the scene.

He flicked a dice into the air, catching and reading it as though it were a penny. Evens. He supposed that meant he ought to check in with some of the others then. Providing help was something any hero should do, after all!

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Miss Manni (,◡ _ ◡,) :

Miss Manni busies herself with picking up some of her scattered limps off of the ground. A small tune being hummed as she slowly, but surely restitches them back together.

"While I do suppose I needed to reinforce some of my stiching, I would have preferred if you'd simply informed me of such my dear." She brushed off some stray bits of dust from herself as she spoke. "I'd say that many fireworks is more than enough to drive that point home."

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Eleanor (´⬬_⬬`)< :

Eleanor blinked as she saw the incoming fireworks rush towards her. "Oh dear," She mumbled to herself, looking down at the new repairs she'd just gotten. She was absolutely screwed.

After the dust settled of the chaos, Eleanor sneezed, a small puff of smoke emerging from them. Studying herself, noting every new dent, scratch, and charcoal stain. She'd need to repair herself once again - perhaps even find something else to wear for a bit. The sound of a sigh came from the automaton. Her performance would have to once again, wait.

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Shadowed Man /++ ◡ ++\ :

The smallest whisp of a shadow is all that remains. Unable to comment on the occurrence, but seeming overall peeved as all hell as it struggles to maintain a solid shape. It jumps place to place, looking to cling onto a different resident for the time being until they recover.

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[dodgeballstuckonthegymceiling]

Hi, so I saw that you're willing to do oc x canon? I wanted to request something (platonic) for mine, she is a creepypasta oc, all fine if not though <3 here you have all her info [Okay, let's start from the beginning...

Her given name is Katherine, althought her "real" name is Variaton_LifeExperiment.07.-Attempt1.

She is an experiment realised by The Offenderman, she was made using parts of a recently dead body that he found in a Hospital and tons of wires and robotic parts and programings. She was created to guide young beautiful girls to him under the cover of asking them to take her to x place saying she was lost, so The Offenderman could woo them into spending a night with him.

Katherine was always LifeExperminent07 to The Offenderman, or at least for the first few months of her existence, because as time passed by her human brain began to work again thanks to the electric shots that sometimes the wires sent through her body, and so her past memories started to appear again along with human behaviors and emotions. He saw how LifeExperiment07 began to develop human emotions and thought acording to the age of the corpse he used to make her (a 13 y/o teenager exactly) and so he gave her a name, Katherine.

After some time, Offenderman had to go away for an indefinited period of time to "solve" things with The Splendorman and left Katherine with his most responsible brother, The Slenderman, and so she went to live with him temporaly.

(and since this oc was made in 2017 you can imagine that my oc started living strange yet funny adventures with all the fanon! creepypasta steryotypes we had back then lol).

Now that her backstory's been explained let's move into her appearence:

She is 5"3 and has medium dark brown hair, very messy dark brown hair, it gets kinda wavy in the ends but not to the point of being curly.

She only has one human eye, a blue one. The other one is covered by a piece of metal since he used the eye cavity as a space for conecting wires.

What is left of her human skin is white, a pale tone of white, but not to the point of looking like a glass of milk tho.

She has little freckles in her nose and right cheek (the left one is the one that has the eye covered with metal and so you can't see the freckles).

Her original clothes were a kinda torn apart hospital T-Shirt alongside with a pair of short jeans, black stockings and a pair of white converse. Anyways, when The Offenderman started to notice her more human-like behaviours he bought for her a new outfit, her current one, which is composed of a black oversized hoodie with a red rose drawn on it's center, a red skirt (the same color of the rose) and the same stockings this time with red doll-like shoes.

If we move onto her personality...

She is a very caring bionic little thing who loves to smile and to make people smile. She tends to laugh at everything that seems funny to her and can tell pretty good jokes.

Her intern program is connected to the internet so she is a very good help to plenty of the manor residents when they need information on something. She also has a selected dictionary that, to her much dismay, won't let her curse so the creeps like Jeff and Ben tend to (kind-heartedly) laugh or make fun of her when she can only bring herself to say "Zoinks!" when scared or frustrated (just like Shaggy from Scooby Doo lmao).

She can also mes a little with her programing and use her human eye as a projector on the white wall on game/movie nights.

She is also kind of hyperactive and as her two legs are mainly metal and half of her right arm is too she loves to go into places she shouldn't. Like climb onto trees, walk on the manors ceiling, hang from the spider lamp in the dining room or sleep on the top of the fridge 💀] That is all the information I have about her! If you need more just dm me! <3 So, now that's outta the way, here is my request ^^ Can I please have separate headcanons for Ticci Toby, Laughing Jack, Masky and Jeff reacting to Katherine taking a huge liking to them and basically being a ball of sunshine attached to them? (like seeing them as their reference model and/or father/big bro figure)

That is more than enough information for this ask, so don't about it :)

Hope this does Katherine justice!

Ticci Toby, Laughing Jack, Masky and Jeff

Ticci Toby

★ He's going to act like a older brother to Kathrine. He shows her the best places to climb around the manner. Which window are the best for getting on the roof and all the places you can hide to try and scare people.

★ When someone swears around her he will actually cover her ears. Kathrine is innocent, so watch your toung! She doesn't need to hear that. He completely stops swearing around her and even started a swear jar. Jeff's lost around $50 to that damned jar.

Laughing Jack

★ He likes talking to Kathrine about bening things like cartoons, it's a nice break from the usual conversation in the manner. Also she is a bit childish and he is good with children so being around her helps his more violent tendencies. (in my au he doesn't kill children, none of the pastas do)

★ Watching old cartoons with her is one of his favorite pastimes. He enjoys the company and some old cartoon have that spooky feel, ya know? He also enjoys hiding/climbing in weird places and showing her.

Masky

★ He might act like he barely tolerates her, but in all honesty he is really glad that Katherine is in his life. She's a welcome change from what he is used to and it kinda makes him feel like there is still good people in the world.

★ He is also a victim to Toby's "swear jar" but has lost a lot less money than Jeff because he talks less.

Jeff

★ Not gunna lie, he thought she was trying to trick him at first. Nobody made by Offenderman could be that kind and sweet, right? But don't worry, she quickly grows on him.

★ As stated earlier, he's lost $50 to that swear jar Toby set up. It kinda pisses him off to think about but he'll get over it. I swear, one day that jar is going to go missing and he will look awfully suspicious.

★ On a different note he takes Kathrine out for midnight gas station runs, she has the money to buy a snack thanks to the swear jar.

[aesopsbaby]

Um... so I've heard that you're comfortable with people talking to you about their ocs, and I wanted to hear your thoughts on mine, if that's okay with you ofc! <3

My oc is a Creepypasta one, so If you fin it a little cringey pls keep in mind that I created it on 2017 and I just went adding or removing things and/or aspects of her personality 😭

Okay, let's start from the beginning...

Her given name is Katherine, althought her "real" name is Variaton_LifeExperiment.07.-Attempt1.

She is an experiment realised by The Offenderman, she was made using parts of a recently dead body that he found in a Hospital and tons of wires and robotic parts and programings. She was created to guide young beautiful girls to him under the cover of asking them to take her to x place saying she was lost, so The Offenderman could woo them into spending a night with him.

Katherine was always LifeExperminent07 to The Offenderman, or at least for the first few months of her existence, because as time passed by her human brain began to work again thanks to the electric shots that sometimes the wires sent through her body, and so her past memories started to appear again along with human behaviors and emotions. He saw how LifeExperiment07 began to develop human emotions and thought acording to the age of the corpse he used to make her (a 13 y/o teenager exactly) and so he gave her a name, Katherine.

After some time, Offenderman had to go away for an indefinited period of time to "solve" things with The Splendorman and left Katherine with his most responsible brother, The Slenderman, and so she went to live with him temporaly.

(and since this oc was made in 2017 you can imagine that my oc started living strange yet funny adventures with all the fanon! creepypasta steryotypes we had back then lol).

Now that her backstory's been explained let's move into her appearence:

She is 5"3 and has medium dark brown hair, very messy dark brown hair, it gets kinda wavy in the ends but not to the point of being curly.

She only has one human eye, a blue one. The other one is covered by a piece of metal since he used the eye cavity as a space for conecting wires.

What is left of her human skin is white, a pale tone of white, but not to the point of looking like a glass of milk tho.

She has little freckles in her nose and right cheek (the left one is the one that has the eye covered with metal and so you can't see the freckles).

Her original clothes were a kinda torn apart hospital T-Shirt alongside with a pair of short jeans, black stockings and a pair of white converse. Anyways, when The Offenderman started to notice her more human-like behaviours he bought for her a new outfit, her current one, which is composed of a black oversized hoodie with a red rose drawn on it's center, a red skirt (the same color of the rose) and the same stockings this time with red doll-like shoes.

If we move onto her personality...

She is a very caring bionic little thing who loves to smile and to make people smile. She tends to laugh at everything that seems funny to her and can tell pretty good jokes.

Her intern program is connected to the internet so she is a very good help to plenty of the manor residents when they need information on something. She also has a selected dictionary that, to her much dismay, won't let her curse so the creeps like Jeff and Ben tend to (kind-heartedly) laugh or make fun of her when she can only bring herself to say "Zoinks!" when scared or frustrated (just like Shaggy from Scooby Doo lmao).

She can also mes a little with her programing and use her human eye as a projector on the white wall on game/movie nights.

She is also kind of hyperactive and as her two legs are mainly metal and half of her right arm is too she loves to go into places she shouldn't. Like climb onto trees, walk on the manors ceiling, hang from the spider lamp in the dining room or sleep on the top of the fridge 💀

That's all I think, Sorry for the rant but I just don't have nobody to listen to me talking about my ocs lol 😭

(can I be your 📹anon pls?)

You have no idea how much I absolutely LOVE and adore listening to ocs and ESPECIALLY CREEPYPASTA OCS??? I love them <3 I used to be a huge creepypasta fanatic as a child,,so I'm still one at heart even after so long :,) But I was mainly in marble hornets eheh

She sounds amazing and I LOVE THE SILLY THINGS SHE DOES <,3 her story is just 🤌🤌💞 fits so well and so well thought out!!

PLEASE YOU CAN SPAM ME WITH YOUR OCS FACTS I DONT MIND!! :,D its really interesting to read about!! And sure thing, you can be 📹anon!!

[pureimaginefic]

Library

A Time of War, A Time of Peace: When Bradley slacks off on his history project involving the 1960's, his grandmother steps in and recounts her own personal, tragic experience during the decade of peace and love.

Back to School: On Brian and Vicki's first day of high school, Vicki finds out Brian's true feelings for her from a few new friends

Begin Again: Weeks after their relationship ends, Neilson and Natalie are paired for a school project, trying to ignore the awkwardness of the situation they fall back into familiarity, however Natalie grows green with envy when she notices a female classmate paying special attention to Neilson and realizes her feelings for him never really went away.

Bringin’ On The Heartbreak: Nick Carter's son Neilson is left heartbroken after his longtime girlfriend decides to end their relationship, he is left devastated and Bradley steps in to cheer his best friend up but he ends up making a mistake that could change the trajectory of their friendship and leave Neilson even more broken than before.

Family Affair: Adam's cousin Zoey comes to town and quickly catches Kyle's eye, much to Adam's dismay meanwhile Bradley deals with a bout of insomnia in which Harry tries to help conjure up a special formula that just may help..

Forever Your Girl: A year after he is coldly rejected his long-time crush, 14-year old Brian Littrell meets a new girl, his new neighbor, Victoria "Vicki" McAdams. Sparks fly and a romance blossoms between the two young teens. From their first meeting to their first kiss, this is the story of Brian and his first love.

Here’s To Us: Neilson and Natalie's wedding day is approaching fast but the young couple start to realize they aren't excited as they should be and need to battle some severe self doubt before they can say "I Do"

It Must Have Been Love: After Brian joined BSB, his relationship with Vicki has reached a stand still, the once passionate couple feel their love is slipping away and it might just be time to say goodbye.

My Best Friend’s Girl: With Neilson and Adam out of town, Natalie steps in to help Bradley at work, the 2 end up spending more time together, while insisting that they're "just friends" they end up having to face some unexpected and unresolved feelings for each other.

Oh What a Night: Brian and Vicki's prom night doesn't go exactly as planned when they end up in the hospital

Pomp & Circumstance: With their long-time tormentors seemingly gone, the Jr. BSB are looking ahead to their future until a few uninvited guests show up to their senior prom and they need to face down their demons one last time.

Story of a Girl: Before Natalie was Neilson Carter's girlfriend and the Jr. BSB's resident gal pal she was living a perfectly happy almost idyllic existence miles away until tragedy struck which indirectly lead to her being put in the boys' orbit.

Stranger Than Fiction: Harry reels after receiving what seems to be his first B grade in his lifetime, after getting the chance for a makeup assignment he envisions his friends and family as characters in his latest story.

The Proposal: As Bradley, Neilson and Natalie prepare to graduate from USC, Neilson's plan to propose to Natalie goes horribly awry

You Gotta Fight: With the guys out of town, Kyle decides to throw the senior class' end of the year party at "Backstreet Manor" but like with most things the party stops in it's tracks when the guys arrive home early.

Holiday Stories:

Resolutions: the Jr. BSB and their extended friends and families all find themselves in unfortunate predicaments on New Year's Eve, will they make it to midnight together?

My Deadly Valentine: Natalie is delighted to find out she has a secret admirer so close to Valentine's Day, Neilson however is not, the sweet notes soon turn to sinister threats and Natalie is forced to confront her mysterious suitor before things turn deadly.

This Kiss: When Neilson forgets about Valentine's Day, angering Natalie, she reminisces on their very first Valentine's Day today which lead to their first kiss, little does she know Neilson has a surprise of his own.

It’s A Love Story: You know the story of Brian and Vicki, and the story of Neilson and Natalie but what about our other favorite couples of the Jr. BSB universe? How did their love stories start? Now's your chance to find out!

Father to Son: With the looming prospect of the boys going to college, the guys decide that they want some one on one time with their boys before they leave for school

Run Through The Jungle: The boys and Natalie embark on one last trip together before heading off to college, however their fourth of July fun turns into a series of unfortunate events

Tales From The Jr. BSB Crypt: Several spooky yet hilarious Halloween inspired shorts to get you feeling festive

We Gather Together: With the guys coming home for the holidays, their boys decide to surprise them with a home-cooked Thanksgiving dinner...which is easier said than done.

The Kids’ Table: The Jr. BSB lament having to spend yet another year at the kids' table on Thanksgiving

Friendsgiving: With the boys scattered around the world for Thanksgiving, the only thing that matters is being home for the holidays, Natalie and Neilson decide to a host a “Friendsgiving” celebration at the old Backstreet homestead, for some it’s a happy reunion, for Kyle, it’s time to face the music as he reveals a secret he’s been keeping from the others and especially Adam, will it ruin their first college-bound Thanksgiving?

An Adam McLean Christmas: Adam gets put in charge of the school's Christmas pageant and enlists the help of the other boys, unfortunately they witness firsthand why the rest of the drama club refers to him as the "drama nazi"

Santa’s Helpers: It's holiday time for the Jr. BSB, the boys are conned by Neilson's mother Sasha into taking holiday jobs at the mall, meanwhile Neilson is scrambling to find the perfect gift for Natalie and gets help from an unlikely source and Nick is determined to decorate the guys' house all by himself with some pretty disastrous results. Merry Christmas indeed.

The Winchester Saga:

In The Air Tonight: An eleven year feud comes to a head and leaves several people in jeopardy, who will get out of this alive? The guys face every parent's worst fear as they sit helplessly and watch the madness unfold before their very eyes as their teenage sons are trapped inside their school during a shooting and find themselves the target of a vengeful classmate

Shout at The Devil: Months have passed since the shooting, BSB are in the middle of recording their latest album. Brian returns home to find his son along with the other boys missing, with no leads as to their whereabouts the guys are helpless. Little do they know the boys are at the mercy of someone's sinister plot and are in severe danger. Together with two local detectives they do all they can to bring their boys home safe and sound but will it be too late?

Dead Man’s Party: Revenge of The Winchesters; "It's Halloween, everyone's entitled to one good scare"- Halloween, 1978

Prom Night: With their long-time tormentors seemingly gone, the Jr. BSB are looking ahead to their future until a few uninvited guests show up to their senior prom and they need to face down their demons one last time.

Reunited: “You are cordially invited to the Hilridge High School Class of 2010 25 Year Reunion Saturday, September 15, 2035”

The Winchester Chronicles: A series of one-shots that take place and happen within The Winchester Saga

Compilation Stories:

Jr. BSB Shorts: Several funny yet short blurbs and one shots

Other (Non-Canon)

Incomplete: The extended Backstreet Boys family is rocked by the sudden and tragic loss of one of their own, their attention quickly turns to Bradley who is descending into a downward spiral of his own when the loss of the most important person in his life is too much to bear and everyone around him tries to prevent him from becoming the next casualty

[joanquill]

Reader as Jack Renfield's Niece Headcanons

Albert, William, Louis James Moriarty, Mycroft and Sherlock Holmes

A/N: Sorry for the long break and Late Happy New Year!

You are Jack's niece, and he took you in as a promise to your father when he died in action during the Afghan War.

He ensured you were well-fed, clothed, sleeping in a nice room, and even getting an education at an all-girls boarding school.

And now, you were a successful businesswoman (under a man's name... because, you know... sexism-) with a good heart that Jack is very proud of.

You made sure Jack had a nice retirement, hoping to repay his kindness from years ago.

Until one day, you find out your uncle went out of retirement and became a butler again to the Moriartys.

You've never met them since you were in a boarding school when they came to the Rockwells, but you've heard stories about the three boys from your uncle.

Curious, you decided to pay your dear uncle a surprise visit.

Your sweet family reunion almost became a full-on fistfight when your uncle slammed the door on you.

However, Jack explained how he said he had a nephew instead of a niece due to your business being under a man's name, and it was suspicious how he would receive money and packages from your company.

So now, you were acting as your assistant.

You were introduced to the manor's residents, which was brief as your uncle immediately excused you, walking you back to your place.

And when you left, your uncle made it clear you were engaged... which was a full-blown lie.

But this didn't stop when you continued visiting your uncle, bringing gifts, and catching up with each other through tea.

Because of this, you also got to know the other residents better. Mostly Fred and Moneypenny because Jack would always be by your side when talking to Albert, William, Louis, Bonde, and especially Sebastian... and much to his dismay, you caught the attention of the three brothers.

Suddenly, Jack suggests a new one-on-one training regime with everyone--to sharpen their close combat skills, of course...

Albert James Moriarty

You're not allowed to drink wine with him alone.

Whether it's just a small chat in the afternoon or long conversations in the evening, Jack always pulls you away before you even get a sip.

It's okay if he or Fred is in the room, but you're not allowed to touch alcohol with any man alone.

Whenever you and Albert meet at some gathering or soiree, you always feel your uncle's eyes on you despite knowing he isn't there.

Jack definitely questions you every time you come home from these social events, especially if he knows Albert was also there.

If you're going to be Albert's plus one, he has to be one of the servers to keep an eye on you.

If not, then you're not going, or Fred and Sebastian have to report to him.

If Albert gives you a gift, Jack makes sure it's appropriate.

And if not, it goes to the trash, and you wouldn't even know it existed in the first place.

You only found out when you caught him shoving perfectly good roses into the trash.

This made it worse when you apologized to Albert and gave him a gift of your own, which was a bottle of vintage wine you got from France.

The moment he offered to drink it with you, to talk about business, of course, Jack immediately slammed the door open and offered to open it, serving you both.

When Albert asks personal questions, such as if you had any suitors or what type of person you like, Jack shuts it down instantly, saying this is unprofessional behavior.

While you and Albert were talking, you noticed your uncle was keeping close to you, slightly pushing your seat away from the oldest Moriarty.

The stab on the wooden table when you and Albert accidentally touched hands didn't go unnoticed either.

William James Moriarty

The first time he met you, he had an idea you had a deep bond with their beloved instructor.

He made a mental note of Jack's protectiveness over you and concluded to keep his distance, not wanting to face Jack's wrath.

So when you approached him in the department store with a smile, he was taken aback.

As you two were talking and window shopping, he started piecing together your past, how you must have lost your parents at such a young age.

As you two roamed around, he noticed your eyes would linger on a pricey dress on display.

When he suggested asking your fiance to buy it for you, he noticed your confused expression and fibbing about how you didn't want to bother him. (Jack definitely earned an angry lecture from you about how you were suddenly engaged without a ring... let alone a fiance)

Concluding your engagement might be rocky, William decided to buy the dress for you as a gift.

Whenever William caught you wearing the dress he bought, he couldn't help but smile.

This didn't go unnoticed by Jack, who immediately bought you a whole new wardrobe and "accidentally" spilled wine on the dress.

However, this didn't explain the handprints and the obvious spreading of the stain.

After your encounter with William at the department store, you noticed how you two would bump into each other more frequently.

Whether it's the library, stores, museum, gallery, or just in the streets, you would meet William weekly.

Even when you visit your uncle at the manor, William would take some time to talk to you and sometimes spend time with you in the library.

He would even give you suggestions and advice on business when you ask and offer book recommendations he thinks you would enjoy.

And Jack immediately cuts between you two and joins the conversation or moves your seat miles away from the crime consultant.

Louis James Moriarty

Like William, he quickly noticed Jack's fondness and protectiveness over you and decided not to ask questions since he saw how Jack would get when it came to you, courtesy of Moran asking if you were taken.

Even though he tries to keep some distance between you two, your constant visits with your uncle and attempts to be on good terms with the brothers make it difficult.

At one point, he asks you why you were trying to get closer to them, to which you replied with a confused look.

When you explained how you wanted to know more about the boys who earned Jack's respect and admiration, it caught him off-guard.

After that encounter, Louis' walls slowly started breaking down.

You used to follow your uncle back when he was a butler, acting as his little helper, so you usually spend time with Louis at the manor while helping him with chores.

He didn't want to admit it, but he started buying the types of tea you favored along with the cookies and snacks you would recommend during your visits.

Jack immediately noticed when he saw a cupboard filled to the brim with your favorite drinks and snacks.

And how Louis would always serve you during your visits, showing a soft smile every time you would compliment his brew.

After that, Jack made sure that Louis knew not to make any moves on you, emphasizing that you were engaged.

Much to your dismay, because now you needed to lie on the spot about how great your fiance was whenever they asked about your non-existent fiance.

Seeing how uncomfortable you were when discussing your fiance and how you had to lie to him, Louis now thinks he might be a horrible man, and you're just covering for him.

He tried asking Fred for help getting intel on your fiance, but Jack had already beaten him and asked the boy to lie on your behalf.

When you found out, you immediately apologized to the poor boy and gave him snacks and flowers as an apology.

This doesn't stop Louis from looking after you or Jack trying to keep you away from him.

Mycroft Holmes

Back then, when you were still starting your business, Mycroft immediately knew your identity.

So, when you two attended the same charity gala, he took the opportunity and made a deal with you.

Since then, he would ensure your identity would never be revealed to the public, and you would give him information or opportunities through your business ties.

However, his random visits were not welcomed. Especially when you had to wake up at three in the morning to let him in your house.

It also didn't help how rumors in high society started to spread about how you were his lover.

You tried to deny those accusations, but Mycroft would just smile and add fuel to the fire, much to your dismay.

What's worse was while you and Mycroft were discussing your new job, Jack decided to pay you a surprise visit to celebrate your birthday.

Explaining why you and a man were in your house alone in a room was definitely something. Luckily, the servants hid the knives in the kitchen just in time.

After explaining, Jack decided to let it go and celebrate your birthday with dinner in your favorite restaurant... away from Mycroft and the prying eyes of his subordinates.

Jack had half a mind to make you stay with him in the manor, even if it meant you were near the Moriarty brothers.

You didn't know why, but Jack decided that you needed a refresher on self-defense and would visit you weekly for lessons.

...and a lesson on the birds and the bees, but you shut that thought immediately.

Since then, Mycroft started teasing about how close you and your uncle were and started planting "gifts" inside your house... as a prank... of course.

So every time before Jack's visits, you and the house servants now have to play a game of scavenger hunt and try to hide them in time.

Explaining to Jack the gift boxes he found filled with your favorite things, ranging from accessories to perfumes from a "secret admirer" almost made your heart stop.

Sherlock Holmes

Your first meeting was definitely unique, to say the least.

While you were walking home after a long day at work, Sherlock and John were chasing a serial killer on the same street.

The serial killer tried to kill you and buy himself some time. Unfortunately for him, you instinctively and masterfully pinned him down and grabbed his weapon, courtesy of Jack's self-defense lessons.

As the Scotland Yard was arresting the man, Sherlock began questioning you.

Getting deduced as a working-class orphan who's been taken care of by a close family relative who was in the military since a young age was definitely a surprise.

You tried to answer them to the best of your abilities without garnering unwanted attention, but Sherlock could immediately tell you were omitting some things.

Before Sherlock could ask you any more questions, Scotland Yard pulled him away, letting you escape.

You thought you were in the clear, and that was the last time you would ever see them... How wrong you were to see the consulting detective at the entrance of your company the next morning.

Seeing security couldn't contain him, and he was now even visiting you in your home, you decided to bite and answer his remaining questions.

However, even after feeding his curiosity, Sherlock kept visiting you and somehow managed to drag you along to some of his investigations, saying your skills in close combat could come in handy.

This led to you letting out your frustrations to Jack during one of your visits, tired of having Sherlock drag you around all over London.

Sebastian could swear he saw flames burning behind him during your rant as devil horns grew on top of his head.

Unfortunately for him, the great detective was an important pawn in William's plans, so he couldn't directly confront him.

This didn't stop Jack from making it difficult for Sherlock to reach you, though.

You could barely stop yourself from hollering in laughter when you saw Sherlock in front of your house, glaring at you with chicken feathers covering him from head to toe.

[13phantom13angel13]

Tickle Monster Takedown

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A/N: This took a bit longer than anticipated, but I have created this as a request from my dear @hotshot624

Enjoy!

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Dick was on a rampage. The other boys didn’t know what to do. For a week straight, Dick would randomly attack anyone and tickle them damn near to death. This included Bruce a few times, much to his dismay. They were lucky if they only got tickled twice in a day. No matter how much they tried to avoid him, he would find them, and he would tickle them.

The final straw came for Jason while they were out on patrol. Dick was driving the Batmobile, Jason in the passenger seat. He knew this was a bad idea but he didn’t really have a choice. With one hand on the steering wheel, while zipping through Gotham, his other hand was latched on to Jason’s hip. Effectively pinning the younger one against the passenger door with no means of escape, not for lack of trying.

Jason was stuck like that for ten minutes and was out of breath by the time they reached their destination. He thanked whatever god was out there that he put his helmet on when they parked; otherwise everyone on the police force would’ve gotten to see Red Hood with flushed cheeks and tear tracks on his face. How embarrassing.

That night, Jason started plotting his revenge. He would take down the resident tickle monster if it was the last thing he did.

It took two days for the opportunity to present itself. But, oh man, was it perfect timing. Dick had just got done tickling Tim to pieces, his guard down as he basked in his victory over the smaller boy. Jason could hear Tim’s screeching from across the manor. So he decided to sneak over to see if he could strike. A sly smirk spread across his lips as he watched his prey; inattentive. Gloating. Now was the time!

Jason lunged out from around the corner, tackling Dick to the floor with a battle cry. Dick let out an inhuman squeal as he was taken down. He struggled against Jason, attempting to escape.

“Jay! Jason! What the hell are you doing!?” He squawked in disbelief as Jason finally got him pinned down. Jason smirked down at him with the most evil self satisfied grin Dick had ever seen. He tightened his grip on Dick’s wrists and he further pinned them against his chest.

“I’m just getting revenge, big bro.” He wiggled the fingers of his free hand at him. Dick stared up at him in shock. How the hell did he let himself get caught like this?

He made a valiant effort to escape, but to no avail. Jason had him good. He was screwed and he knew it. So, him being the smart man he was, started begging.

“Jay, please! No! Please don’t tickle me!” He squirmed more as Jason chuckled darkly.

“Don’t tickle you? Are you for real right now? You’ve been wreaking absolute devastation in this house for a week and you expect ME to have mercy?” Jason laughed at that. “Keep dreaming, Dickiebird. I’m about to rain absolute hell on you!” Jason dug his fingers into Dick’s side.

Dick burst into bright giggles, kicking his legs out behind Jason as he struggled for freedom.

“Jahahahahay! Plehehehehehease! No tihihihihihickling!”

“I’ve punched you in the nose. Damian bit you, for the second time, I might add. Tim kicked you in the balls. Yet, you still kept coming back. It seems to me that the only way to take down the tickle monster is to give him a taste of his own medicine!” Jason’s fingers traveled lower to his hips, lightly spidering against the sensitive flesh there. Dick squirmed a little harder, his giggles growing a little louder.

“You should’ve thought about that four days ago when you started this little game. I’m not going to stop until I feel you’ve reached your limit. Then I’ll push you past that.”

“Nohohohohohoho! I’m sohohohohorry!”

“Not nearly sorry enough.” Jason chose that moment to launch an attack on Dick’s thighs. To say Dick screamed would be an understatement. Dick screeched so loud, he could be heard halfway down the driveway leading to Wayne Manor. How do we know? Alfred apparently heard him on his way back from the store.

Dick thrashed as hard as he could; kicking, screaming, everything in his power to dislodge his mischievous younger brother. But Jason held strong. He didn’t budge no matter what Dick did.

“JAHAHAHAHAHAY!!!! PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE!!! I CAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!” Dick quickly devolved into loud hysterical cackles. He was incoherent thirty seconds in. Jason grinned evilly as he continued to tickle the living hell out of his older brother.

A few moments later, hiccups started punching through Dick’s hysterics as he attempted to plead for mercy. Jason quirked a brow.

“I’m sorry. I can’t understand you when you’re laughing so hard. Repeat that.”

“HAHAHAHAHAHAVE MERCY!!! JAHAHAHAYI BEHEHEHEHEHEG YOU!!! PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE!!! I’M SOHOHOHOHOHORRY!!!”

“Hm…I don’t know, dude. I’m not sure you paid enough for your transgressions. I’ll make you a deal though.” Jason paused his ministrations to make sure Dick would be able to hear him.

Dick gulped down air desperately as he looked up at him. Jason could see the beginnings of tears glistening in his eyes. He chuckled softly.

“You hold out for two more minutes, AND promise to not tickle us for the rest of the month, I’ll let you off the hook.” Another wicked smirk graced his lips.

“W-Whahahat’s the catch?” Dick giggled out. Jason’s grin grew so big it could rival Joker’s grin. (Too soon?)

“The catch is, you have to last two minutes while I tickle you here.” His hand moved from the top of his thigh to the back. Dick’s eyes widened so much, Jason thought they would pop out of his head.

“What!? You know I can’t stand it when I’m tickled there!”

“That sounds like a you problem. Now, you gonna take the deal or chicken out?”

Dick bit his lip as he thought at a rapid fire pace. He could do this. It was only two minutes, right? Yeah, but two minutes feels like forever when you’re being tickled. Especially on a spot you can’t handle. Dick closed his eyes tightly and took a deep breath.

“Deal…”

“Good man.” Jason patted his leg. And that’s when he released the chaos. Without warning, Jason started squeezing the back of Dick’s thigh. Dick was lost instantly. He screamed so loud he knew he was going to lose his voice afterwards. He tried to flatten his leg to prevent the tickling, but it didn’t stop. In a matter of seconds, Dick’s cheeks turned an alarming shade of red as tears streamed down his cheeks. His back arched up off the floor as desperate cackles were ripped out of him.

Jason was surprised he was doing so well. He wanted to be a bit more evil, so he released Dick’s trapped wrists and launched a full scale tickle attack on the back of his thighs. That did him in. With one final scream, Dick arched up so much Jason thought he would snap his spine until he slammed back down against the floor. His laughter fell silent and he tapped Jason’s left thigh as a sign of surrender.

Jason immediately came to a halt, watching as his older brother sucked in some much needed oxygen.

“Wow. I’m impressed, Dick. You lasted longer than two minutes.”

Dick gave him a thumbs up as he rode out the last waves of giggles, his face slowly returning back to its normal color.

“Ihihihi guess I deseheheherved thahahat.” Dick took in another deep breath and slowly released it. “So…I can’t tickle you guys for a month?”

Jason stood up off of him dusting his hands off as he looked down at his brother.

“Nah. No tickling for a month. Or else.” Jason extended his hand to help him up. The look of danger in Jason’s eyes let Dick know he was serious. A thinly veiled threat like that from Red Hood was not to be taken lightly.

“Ok. A deal’s a deal.” He took Jason’s hand as he was hauled back to his feet.

“Glad we came to an understanding. Otherwise, I’m not afraid to enlist the other two in another tickle monster takedown.”

Dick shuddered at that thought.

“Point taken. Now let’s go get a snack. I can smell Alfred making cookies.”

Jason chuckled as he followed him into the kitchen.

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Sorry this took so long, Hotshot! I hope you enjoy it! ❤️

[cest-la-vieve]

Meeting Eve (The Third Time)

Summary: Azriel decides to leave well enough alone but Gods does she look good...

IF YOU HAVE NOT READ A COURT OF PAIN AND PLEASURE, DO NOT CONTINUE. YOU CAN DO SO HERE: Chapter One

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: cussing?

Notes: as promised, part 3! part 4 and maybe even 5 coming later this week my lovelies! also it is my absolute honor and pleasure to write azzy as down bad.

Next: The Fourth Time

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The third time I saw her, I told myself would be the last. Rhys and Feyre had (finally) mated, Rhys had a plan to convince the human queens to give over their half of the book, and we had retrieved the other half from the Summer Court. Everything had gone according to plan and we could only hope that today would, too.

That would also mean we would have no reason to return to the human realm and I’d be able to rid my head of the human girl who seems to have taken up permanent residence there.

I had stopped sending my shadows to watch her since the last time we visited, knowing her… fiance… was more than capable of keeping an eye on her once she left the manor. I, of course, continued to monitor the Archerons but only in the capacity of safety, much to Cass’ dismay as I now had him as the only outlet for everything that plagued my mind.

That plan quickly came crashing down when I saw her in that damned gown. She looked more royal than Rhys and the human queens combined. The color of it did nothing to wipe the images of her in the Night Court from my mind as she looked like she was born to be there. Rhys caught my eye with a smirk.

Close your mouth, brother, or you’re going to catch flies.

My siphons flared a bit as I sent the most murderous glare his way, knowing anyone other than him probably would have pissed themselves at it, but instead I felt his mental chuckle.

I was only half-aware of what was happening in the room, trusting in Cassian and my shadows to keep me informed of anything too egregious and instead kept my eyes trained on Feyre’s elder sister. I traced the lines of her body and the way her blonde hair curled delicately on her collarbones. Her face was the picture of stoicism, her full lips pulled into a tight line. 

The most frustrating part of this was I couldn’t articulate exactly what drew me to the third Archeron. I had carefully constructed walls that only a few were allowed to see behind, and even then I found myself being cautious with exactly how much I shared with them, never letting any of them see everything. Cass and Rhys were my brothers and knew me better than anyone but even they didn’t fully understand everything that I had gone through or how plagued my mind was.

Evelyn… did. 

She understood what it was like to be the odd one out. She understood the pity people would look at you with and how difficult it was to teach yourself things in new ways. She also seemed to understand exactly how I was feeling as if she could read the minute details that only Mor had gotten close enough to sometimes pick up on. She was kind and determined. I had never met someone who received so little yet still wanted to do so much for others.

She didn’t even spare me a glance as the meeting continued so I reluctantly pulled my attention away. 

I stayed completely still as Mor brought out Veritas and watched as Velaris appeared in the manor’s living room.

I glanced at Rhys, still unsure if this was the right move or not. Velaris was the one thing we had and it almost made me sick to share it with these mortal queens we hardly knew. One look at Evelyn’s face calmed me a bit and I almost chuckled at her awe-stricken look. Her mouth parted slightly and her eyes widened as she took in the sprawling streets of home. My home.

I trained my gaze on the queens and their guards, eyes narrowed a bit and mouth turned down in a disapproving way. I wanted them to know how serious this was, how much we were giving them by doing this.

As the eldest queen read Rhys’ letter, I saw Feyre stiffen. 

You sap, I mused to him. His turn to send a murderous glance to me.

I could have blown this entire manor to shreds when the queens refused to give us the book. I felt Rhys’ disappointment and I did my best to hide my shock as Nesta ordered and then begged the queens on our behalf. 

Cassian crossed the room and stood with her. “Five hundred years ago, I fought on battlefields not far from this house. I fought beside human and faerie alike, bled beside them. I will stand on that battlefield again, Nesta Archeron, to protect this house - your people. I can think of no better way to end my existence than to defend those who need it most.”

I nodded, training my gaze on Elain and Evelyn, together in the corner. Elain’s hazel eyes were wide with fright at the prospect of war taking over her lands and she held Evelyn close as the younger of the two sobbed.

I would protect you to my final breath.

I knew she couldn’t hear me, so instead, I made that promise to myself. I didn’t know what this was or why I had been so drawn to her but if my brother could promise the same for the eldest Archeron and her family, I would as well.

I watched as Evelyn made eye contact with Nesta and clocked the way Nesta nodded in return.

I straightened, watching Evelyn take a deep breath and then look at the queens.

Fuck.

I lunged forward, noting the way the queens winnowed in my periphery but focused on catching Evelyn before she hit the floor. 

“We’ve got to stop meeting like this,” she whispered.

I would have laughed if it weren’t for the danger she had just put herself in. What the fuck had she been thinking? Whatever she and Nesta would have done would not only have jeopardized this entire meeting but those guards could have gotten to her before I could have. She could have died.

“Whatever you were going to do would have been extremely foolish. You wouldn’t have survived,” I said, harsher than intended.

“Why? Because you would’ve killed me?”

My heart ached. Is that really what she thought of me?

“No, because they would’ve.”

“So?”

So? I couldn’t begin to contain my anger. Not only at the fact that she thought I ever would have hurt her but also at how little she valued her own life. This would all be for nothing if she wasn’t there at the end of it.

Instead of responding to her, I left the room. I couldn’t begin to process my own feelings at the thought of her dying and me being unable to stop it, let alone whatever fucked up death wish she had.

I stopped near the door, close enough that I could see into the room, but far enough that I was sure no one could hear my ragged breathing.

I heard Rhys say to them, “It is your choice, ladies, whether you wish to remain here, or come with us. You have heard the situation at hand. You have done the math about an evacuation. Should you choose to remain, a unit of soldiers will be here within the hour to guard this place. Should you wish to come live with us in that city we just showed them, I’d suggest packing now.”

I blinked. What was he doing?

Elain declined, saying she couldn’t leave her fiance. Nesta had left it up to her, meaning she was also to stay in the human realm with her sister. All eyes turned to Evelyn.

She met my gaze and for a second I thought I had ruined it. I wasn’t sure whether I wanted her to stay here so I could go back to my plan of forgetting every single thing about her or if I wanted her to run into my arms so I could take us both back to the House of Wind.

“I’d be honored. But there are a few matters of business I’d need to take care of here first, if possible.”

I blinked. She was coming to Velaris. She chose to leave her sisters and live in the Fae realm…

She… She chose me.

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I like to imagine everyone, except Bruce,loves it when Damian brings in pets and animals to stay in animals but are bribed into secrecy by Bruce.They all love living in the zoo Wayne Manor has become and they each have their favourite animal.

Dick loves it when Damian brings in birds, especially Robins,as when he does gymnastics he pretends he's flying alongside them.

Jason loves it when rodents are adopted mainly because they absolutely terrify half the other residents in the Manor,Bruce included.

Cass loves it when Damian picks up Cats of the street as she and the cats usually sneak around and scare anyone and everyone.

Tim doesn't necessarily have a favourite animal but he loved it when Damian snuck Detective Chimp into the Manor when he was in horrific dept and the two would trade conspiracy theories and solve unsolvable cases. Bruce is constantly terrified for his job if those two worked together.

Stephanie is a die hard dog lover and easily succumbs to any begs for treats and frequently walks Ace,Titus and all the other dogs.

Duke is amazed by reptiles and watching them slither. He's always first to search when Damian's lost a snake or beaded dragon.

Babs loves the insects and helped Damian when he adopted a beehive it was the day she first saw the bees she truly adopted the title Queen B.

Even Alfred has a favourite much to the dismay of Bruce. He adores horses and taught every batkid how to ride them and groom them. He also has an English Bulldog who he named Elizabeth or Lizzie.

Bruce loves Ace. Ace is his favourite child.