#my friend said 'he snorted when he saw it' XD

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My friends at MCM London pulled off the impossible and managed to not only find someone to print out BowlcutStarion last minute while at the con but got Neil Newbon to sign it for me

The quote says "You're perfect every time!"

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Intoxicating Fear (XX)redraft*

Revealing the Monster

Read part one here // Masterpost // Continued from here

Here's the tea, I am redrafting PART XX of this series and uploading it here, this is the canon - but I WILL POST THE NEXT PART TOMORROW!

The new part starts about halfway down XD

I am sorry, I wasn't happy with part XX! SO part XXI tomorrow, thank you for your time. :)

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Kit was wary about following Ambrose down a very dark, a very concrete set of stairs. “If this is the fucking torture basement I woke up in initially—”

Ambrose waved the accusation away, as if it was daft for Kit to be wary. “It’s to the garage,” he told him, keying a code into the pin-pad beside the metal door.

Ambrose walked through the door and held it open, rolling his eyes when he noticed Kit still lingering at the top of the stairs.

“Come on.”

“I’m not going to willingly follow you into your torture dungeon.”

Ambrose blinked, tilting his head. “The sex dungeon is two floors down, Mallory.”

Ambrose laughed at the face that Kit pulled. “Come on. I can always force you to come if I want, and we’re kind of a time crunch here.”

Kit glared daggers at the man and begrudgingly walked down the stairs. He stopped at the last step, trying to get a peak into the room. Ambrose walked away from the door letting it close before Kit could. Kit lunged forward to catch the heavy metal door, but relaxed immediately when he saw it was in fact a garage.

Kit let out a long low whistle after stepping into the garage. The door shut with a buzzer after him. Ambrose opened a lock box with keys hung up in a numbered order.

He grabbed the keys named ‘01’.

“You’re such a control freak,” Kit snorted. “Do you have OCD or something?”

Ambrose shrugged, taking off through the cars covered by different tarps. The only car that wasn’t covered was the one closest to the garage door. The same car that Ambrose kidnapped Kit in last night.

He hated that Ambrose had a good taste in cars. He hated that Ambrose had this many cars when Kit couldn’t even afford one, nevermind a garage full.

Ambrose grinned at Kit over the roof of the Wraith as he unlocked the door. “If you like, I can give you one of the ones I don’t like.”

Kit rolled his eyes. “I thought I told you to stay out of my head,” he said, opening the door and climbing into the passenger seat. The cream leather was so comfortable under him as he put his seatbelt on.

“Seriously,” Kit went on, anger curling around him the more comfortable he became with all of Ambrose’s luxury. “Don’t you have any thoughts of your own?! It’s fucking creepy, man. Just ask questions if you want to know my thoughts.”

Ambrose laughed as he opened the garage door with a remote and they rolled out of the house and onto the road again.

“I mean, don’t you have any friends?” Kit demanded hotly. In all honesty, he didn’t know why he was getting pissed all of a sudden, it’s not like Ambrose invading his mind was a new thing, but now? It pissed him off. “Don’t you know how to talk to people?!”

“Relax, Mallory. You’re the only person I relay their thoughts to. It might shock you, but generally, people love when you know what they’re thinking. It’s why humans seek connection. To feel understood.”

“Okay, Socrates,” Kit grumbled. “It’s just fucking weird. I don’t like it when you do it.”

“All of a sudden.”

“Yes!” Kit snapped, glaring at the villain beside him as the forest zoomed past them. “All of a sudden!”

What had Ambrose seen? What parts of him did he know? Could he see everything or was it selective?

“After you found out I’m Mentor’s son,” Ambrose said pointedly. Kit scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest and glaring out the passenger window. They drove in a terse silence for a while, cause Ambrose was a psychopath and didn’t have the radio on.

“We have to talk about it, Kit.”

“Well, you already know my thoughts on it all, so enjoy having a conversation by yourself.”

“Mallory,” Ambrose said with a tired sigh, flicking on the indicator as they pulled to a stop. “I know it must seem like a weird coincidence to you, but I swear I didn’t know you were Mentor’s s—”

Kit’s hands tightened into fists. Son. He was about to say son.

“Prodigy,” he settled on, taking a right and messing with the gears until they were coasting again. The air seemed tighter. “I didn’t know that he meant anything to you. I swear— I just assumed that when you were scared of me turning you into him, that you had heard the horror stories in the academy, or Superhero told you. Not that you… not that you were personally affected.”

Kit’s eyes burned as he stared out the window, the forest growing sparser the closer they got to the city. “I didn’t know. You have to believe me.”

“And if you did?”

Ambrose hesitated.

Kit turned his head to look at him, studying the villain’s reactions.

“And if you knew that he was like a father to me.” Like a father, not an actual one. “If you knew how much it hurt to see a man who plucked me out of nothing be destroyed. Would it have been any different?! Or would you have laughed and rubbed it in like salt in a wound?”

“Kit—”

“Oh, come off it. There’s no one here, Rosey. It’s only me and you,” Kit said, his voice dripping with a horrible hysterical knowing. “You can be your usual sadistic, unfeeling, monstrous self and I can tell nobody about it—”

“Mallory—” Ambrose tried to interject but Kit spoke over him again.

“But you know the funniest part in all this? You already took away the one person who would have given a shit about this! About me, not the Hero. Me. And you made him a monster!” Kit roared, something wet hitting his cheeks and flowing like a stream down his face. “And now, because clearly God hates me, I have to team up with you of all people, to go and stop — the one man who ever treated me like a person — from becoming a monster like you.”

The silence was deafening. In some strange way, it was comforting. No electricity crackles or malfunctioning lights accompanied his breakdown with the power dampeners locked around his wrist.

It was cathartic.

They had just pulled into the main road that brought them to the outskirts of the city, the skyline visible over the horizon when Ambrose spoke.

“He wasn’t a hero to me,” said Ambrose quietly, almost imperceptibly. Kit glanced at him, but his eyes settled on the white-knuckled grip on the steering wheel.

“Don’t fucking tell me you have daddy issues.” When Ambrose didn’t answer Kit let out a strangled laugh. Blinking in bewilderment, Kit raised his brows. “Are you telling me you have daddy issues? Mr Big Bad villain?”

“Oh fuck off, Mallory. At least I had parents.”

The words stung. They cut deeper than Kit would have ever admitted out loud or shown physically, but Kit knew that Ambrose was in his head after the villain winced.

Shifting in his seat, he said: “I’m— I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to come off snarky. I just—” Ambrose let out a groan. “You just rub me up the wrong way.”

“Well who’s fucking fault is that, dickhead?!”

“Do you want me to explain, or are you just going to argue with me the entire drive to the hospital?” Ambrose snapped. “I can only do one of those things in our limited time, so choose.”

Kit clenched his teeth, glaring forwards at the car in front of them. “Fine. Tell me.”

“Mentor is my father. As you know, he only rose to prominence within our lifetimes, though you may be too young to remember. Before him, heroes and villains weren’t really a thing. There were a couple dotted here and there, but mostly they were vigilantes. The good guys and the bad guys.”

“Yeah. I remember learning about that in the academy.”

“Right. So after my father rose in public opinion and word of mouth, well the government started stepping in and trying to regulate it. Which they did and the rest is history, but he wasn’t the same heroic good man when he came home.”

Kit swallowed, tightening his fingers into fists. He didn’t want to hear this, he realised. He really wanted Ambrose to shut up and not tell him anymore, but he asked for this, didn’t he? To know the side of Mentor that Ambrose knew?

“He wasn’t abusive,” Ambrose said softly and Kit released a breath he didn’t know he was holding. “Not physically, anyway. When he discovered that I was born with powers he sought to train me, to make me in his image. A family of Superheroes. My Mom, she didn’t want that for me. She saw the toll it took on him to be the city’s saviour everyday, and that’s when they started fighting.”

Kit sat rigid in his seat, staring forward. He couldn’t imagine Mentor fig— well, no. He could, actually. How many times had Kit walked in on Mentor and Mr Silver arguing? Or Superhero trying to tell Mentor that the next step was a bad idea, that it was too risky.

“I trained hard. When he wanted me to push myself, I pushed myself. When he wanted me to commit 100%, I did 200%. It was never enough for him. None of it was. He wanted a son and a wife who adored him, who worshipped the ground he walked on, and instead he had a family. His ego was a problem.”

Kit cringed at that. Even he knew that Mentor wanted people to adore him, no matter who or why. He wanted to be the city’s saviour, the man on everyone’s tongue and in their thoughts.

Kit let out a breath of a laugh, running a hand through his hair.

“I guess… that’s why he adopted me, isn’t it?” Kit asked, his voice hollow. Ambrose didn’t answer, and that was answer enough. God, how could he be so stupid? How could he not have seen that to Mentor, Kit was just some charity project he knew would always support him. Worship the ground he walked on, defend him even when Kit knew he was in the wrong.

Ambrose opened his mouth to say something, then closed it again, setting his lips into a thin line.

“Mallory…”

“No. It’s okay,” Kit replied, letting out a long breath. “It’s fine, go on.”

Ambrose hesitated, fingers lifting from the steering wheel, before curling around them again. They passed the memorial garden in silence, taking the diversion around the square towards the hospital. They weren’t far away now.

“He started the Hero academy when I was twelve. A school for children with powers to develop their abilities to become heroes. I saw it for what it was though, incentive and resentment. He failed to teach me to control my abilities, and found a fault in me that I couldn’t rectify. My ability wasn’t flashy enough, or showy enough for him, for the great Mentor.”

“He wanted a child who would make the world stop and look at them. Someone who was as fast as him, as strong, but not stronger. In his eyes, I may as well have been born with strong charisma because you couldn’t see the effect of what I could do, only experience it.”

Kit looked down at his wrist, at the power dampeners locked around it. Lightning was flashy. Lightning gave Kit strength and strong reflexes, he was fast, he was flashy. He trained hard, to the point of exhaustion everyday in the Hero Academy. Not caring if he had no friends. Not caring if he passed out from pushing himself too hard. He just had to be the best. It was all he had. It was all he could do.

It wasn’t until he was beating people three years above him that Mentor started to pay him any attention. It felt good at the time. It felt like somebody finally recognised him for what he was.

Mentor made him feel seen. He saw that Kit had put his everything into training, because everything in him was all he had to give.

He didn’t have a family to worry about him getting hurt.

He didn’t have friends that would mourn him if he died in action.

All he had was being a hero.

Of course Mentor would latch onto that. Of course he would pick up on the fact that Kit was desperately trying to prove himself. Of course he would take pity on the orphan and bring him home like a trophy. Show him off to the world.

But that… that wasn’t the Mentor that Kit knew.

He brought him home, but it was after Kit denied him so many times. Told him to piss off, and asked if he was a pervert that prayed on boys his age. Kit had grown up on the streets, he knew what happened to skinny kids like him. One day they’re there, and the next, you never see them again.

Mentor was patient, and kind. He didn’t push Kit after Kit said no, told him he had everything he needed in the academy.

“Then my Mother got sick, and well…” Ambrose said, trailing off, pulling Kit from his memory and back into the car. “After she died it was like he… he didn’t even care. All he cared about was building the city up, saving everyone from possible Villains that lurked in the night. He didn’t sit with her in the hospital because he knew he couldn’t rescue her. He wasn’t there when she—”

Kit was quiet beside Ambrose, head tilted down. He knew what loss was like. He knew the absence a parent can leave behind, but losing someone who meant that? Kit didn’t know how to relate to that. When Omen destroyed Mentor’s mind, it wasn’t the same as if he died because Kit could still go and see him. Still talk to him, even if the Mentor he remembered was dead.

“I’m sorry,” Kit said softly. Ambrose cleared his throat, turning his head so Kit couldn’t see his face.

“Yeah,” he agreed, going rigid. “Me too.”

They drove the rest of the way in silence. It wasn’t far. Five minutes in the car, and two minutes to park.

“Are you…?” Kit began, then cut himself off when he met Ambrose’s black eyes. What was he going to say? Are you Okay? Alright with going into see the unfeeling man who wasn’t a good father? The man you cursed for being…

Ambrose shook his head, no. “Of course I’m fine.”

“Okay,” Kit said with an awkward shrug. They got out of the car, closing the door in unison. Kit thought nothing of it.

It was borderline awkward in the lift. Ambrose kind of just, stood there like a totem pole. His hands behind his back, standing straight up like a serial killer.

“Would you relax?” Kit said, rolling his neck. “You’re making me nervous.”

“I’m fine.”

“You’re not.”

“I’m fine,” Ambrose said slowly, voice cold. Kit shrugged and said: “fine.”

He ahead and almost cried in joy when the doors opened to the ground floor. He stopped at the reception desk. Ambrose was walking and stopped when Kit stopped, two steps ahead and glancing back to see what Kit was doing.

He joined him a moment later, standing beside him and glowering at Heather when she turned and beamed at Kit.

“Hi Heather.”

“Hey, Kit. You goin’ up to—” her big blue eyes trailed to Ambrose beside him, who looked as if he was under a storm cloud, or extremely constipated. “Oh. Hi. Is this your brother?”

Kit’s eyes blew wide, but Ambrose didn’t hesitate. “Yes. Older. We’d like to see—”

“I didn’t know you had a brother, Kit. Of course, darlin’s, go ahead. I’ll let them know you’re coming.”

Ambrose nodded stiffly and stepped back. Kit blinked, shaking his head, and smiled at Heather. “Oh, actually. Was there anything strange with him? Any new visitors or—”

“I’m sorry, hun. I’m just the receptionist for the main desk. You’ll have to ask the nurses up there.”

Kit nodded, standing up. “Thank you, Heather.”

“Anytime. And nice meeting you.”

Ambrose nodded at her. “You too.”

Kit clapped him on the back, a wide grin on his face. “Let’s go, bro.”

Ambrose made a noise and Kit had to stifle a laugh until they were in the stairwell. “What was that!” He barked, laughter bubbling up his throat.

“I— panicked.” [***RE-DRAFT STARTS HERE***]

“I thought you weren’t nervous,” Kit teased. He was turning to walk up the next set of stairs when Ambrose slammed his forearm against Kit’s throat, shoving him back into the corner of the stairwell, pinning him there.

Ambrose’s nostrils flared, his eyes blazing with cold fury down at Kit. “Of course I’m nervous, you fucking child. Tch. Don’t you ever switch off?”

Kit pushed Ambrose’s arm off him, and to his surprise, Ambrose let him, running a hand through his hair and letting out a breath.

The realisation only dawned on Kit, his mouth opening into a small ‘o’.

“You’ve never been to see him.”

Ambrose straightened. The villain returning as he stared down his nose at Kit, a sardonic smile on his lips. “And why should I? He didn’t give my mother that courtesy.”

Kit put his hands up, showing Ambrose he meant nothing by it. “Hey. It’s your decision. Not mine. He’s your dad, not—” the words choked up before he could say them. Ambrose didn’t pry. He knew what Kit was going to say.

Ambrose stared for a moment longer before glancing up the stairs and nodding stiffly.

“Yes. Well.” He cleared his throat and started walking up again. “What floor is it?”

“The fifth,” he replied, starting up the stairs beside Ambrose. “Top floor. They don’t want anyone stumbling amongst the crazies.”

“Probably for the best,” Ambrose muttered. Kit had meant it as a joke, but, he didn’t disagree with Ambrose as they climbed the stairs. Thankful that their footsteps filled the silence he couldn’t in the lift. They knew something had happened when they got to the fifth floor.

Kit stepped in first, Ambrose craning his neck around the door into the hall. Kit breathed a sigh of relief. No police tape, no police, no anything. That meant there was nothing to worry about.

Kit smiled at Ambrose and slapped him on the back, walking towards the door to the locked ward. “See! You were irrational. Overthinking everything. Nothing’s insidious about Mentor. He was here the whole time.”

“How can you be so sure?”

“Because if he did somehow magically vanish, there would be police and Superheroes and politicians here to interrogate him about what happened.”

“And if they just moved him down to the station to do that?” Ambrose asked, raising his brows. Kit’s smile dimmed a little, but it remained on his face.

“Too much risk. Trust me. Everything will be fine.”

The door buzzed open after Kit waved to the camera and the pair stepped through. Kit walked his usual path to Mentor’s room, and only realised halfway there that Ambrose wasn’t following him anymore. He paused, looking over his shoulder for the villain, before turning after laying eyes on him.

Ambrose stood in the middle of the hall, his eyes blazing and his little finger twitching by his side. A muscle in his jaw clenched and tightened when he met Kit’s questioning eyes.

He swallowed. “This was a mistake.”

“No,” Kit said, coming to stand beside the Villain. “It wasn’t. He’s out of it most of the time anyways, Rosey. He probably won’t even recognise you.”

Black eyes flashed like two burning coals. “He’ll recognise me.”

Kit didn’t tell him that Mentor didn’t recognise Kit for months after his accident. Then again, he didn’t have to. Something smoothed out in Ambrose’s face as Kit remembered his first meeting with a stark raving mad Mentor, who screamed at Kit to get out and leave him be. Kit thought for a minute that Ambrose could see the memory, but quickly remembered that the ward was built of the same power dampening material as the supers-prison and power dampeners.

Ambrose swallowed. “Let’s get this over with,” he said through clenched teeth. This time Kit led the way beside Ambrose, and let Ambrose walk into the room first. Ambrose didn’t falter as he stepped through the door, black eyes settling on his father for the first time since he drove him insane.

Kit followed him in, leaning against the wall beside the door. Mentor was sitting in an armchair, gazing out the window when they arrived. He turned his head and locked eyes with Ambrose and didn’t even glance over at Kit.

The tension was palpable in the air, tied like a three-way noose over their throats as nobody dared breathe in the room.

“Oskar,” Mentor said softly. Kit’s eyes blew wide, glancing at Ambrose who stiffened at the mention of his name. Mentor recognised him? He— remembered Ambrose?

“Hello Father.”

Mentor grunted a huff of a laugh. Almost like a derisive scoff, but Kit had never heard Mentor make a sound like that. A sound so like— well, Ambrose. Kit didn’t dare move, but he had the sneaking suspicion that Mentor didn’t notice, or if he did, didn’t care, that was Kit was in the room too.

“Is that all you can say to me, boy?” Mentor demanded, his voice hard, like gravel grating against gravel.

Ambrose shrugged, but Kit noticed the tightness to his usual casual gesture. “I can say a whole lot more, but word on the street is you have trouble remembering things lately, old man.”

Mentor’s eyes were cutting. “I remember the important stuff.”

The words came like a sharp slap to Kit’s face, almost staggering him out of the room, but Kit didn’t move. He just stared, eyes burning at the man that helped shape him into who he was today. But this man he was staring at may as well have been an alien. This wasn’t Mentor. This was the cold father that Ambrose told Kit about. The man who looked like Mentor, but was a monster beneath skin.

“What are you doing here?” Mentor spat. “Have you come to take more from me, hmm? The breath from my lungs.”

“Well it would be a wasted trip if I didn’t take something from you,” Ambrose replied with the cold smile that Kit was so used to seeing.

What he wasn’t used to seeing was Ambrose flinching. Kit pressed off the wall, eyes wide as a cold, dark chuckle filled the room. An empty laugh that caused shivers to run down his spine and freeze him in place.

“You’re still good at talking, Oskar.” Black eyes met Kit’s across the room, aware that Kit had just seen him flinch at Mentor’s raised hand and it was like the world slowed down around him, his heartbeat rushing in his ears.

Then it was as if a switch flipped of indifference. Ambrose straightened, black eyes smiling as he faced his father again. He slipped one hand into his trouser pocket, shifting his weight to lean on one leg and shot Mentor a cold smile.

“You’re still good at being a piece of shit, only, now you’ve exposed yourself to a witness.”

Mentor’s eyes narrowed and he got to his feet, turning his body to face Ambrose. He had only just turned when his eyes found Kit’s frozen blue ones staring as if he were a deer in headlights.

Mentor’s expression shifted into something softer, something kind. “Kit my boy—”

Kit’s eyes burned, his nostrils flaring. “Don’t.”

“This is-” Mentor began, gesturing between himself and Ambrose. “Family issues. They go back a long while.”

“I don’t care about your explanation,” Kit told him, shaking his head.

Mentor’s hard eyes looked between Kit and Ambrose, scrutinising. “What are you even doing together? Aren’t you a strange pair.”

“Not at all,” Kit said before Ambrose could even open his mouth. Kit stood talk, feeling Ambrose’s black eyes slide over to him as he commanded the space. “He’s helping me on a case. A new Supervillain.”

Mentor scoffed, folding his arms over his toned chest. “Have you considered him?” He asked, nodding his head to Ambrose.

“I have,” Kit ground out through clenched teeth. “But it turns out this new Supervillain has telekinesis. You wouldn’t happen to have an alibi for last night, would you?”

Mentor’s mouth fell open. Even Ambrose raised a brow at the accusation in Kit’s hard voice. He had never seen him so angry. It was very entertaining to watch, especially when it was directed at his father.

“I was here,” Mentor said, spreading his hands in a helpless shrugging gesture. “Obviously.”

“Can anyone corroborate that story?” Kit demanded, spitting venom at his old Hero and Mentor. Mentor glanced between Ambrose and Kit, his expression tightening as some understanding flashed across his face.

He rubbed his temple with the palm of his hand, kneading it into the soft flesh, letting out a disbelieving huff. “I can’t believe this. You’re seriously trusting this man over me, Kit? You're like a son to me.”

“Clearly I wasn’t,” Kit practically yelled, but he didn’t shout. His voice was surprisingly level despite everything. “Or you would have told me you had an actual son.”

Mentor’s gaze was cutting. “Surely you know what he did to me,” Mentor said, his voice a quiet fury. “What he did to our family, to this city! He—”

“Is Omen,” Kit finished, his eyes flashing. Mentor took a step back as if he’d been hit. Kit didn’t stop there though. “Yeah. I know. And I know he’s not a liar. So do you have an alibi or not?”

Ambrose was quite happy to let Kit take lead on this interrogation. It was true, Ambrose wasn’t a liar. If he said he’d torture you, he would. If he told you he liked you, he did. If he said he was Omen, he was. Something Ambrose didn’t think Kit picked up on, but was happy by the turn of events all the same.

Mentor was halfway through stuttering out a reply when a Doctor walked into the room, a clipboard in hand and already speaking. “Mentor, how are we tod—” Doctor, sensing the tension looked up and smiled at his obvious intrusion. He put the clipboard under his arm and stood taller. “Ah. Sorry, Mentor. I didn’t know you had visitors. Ah, hello Kit.”

“Doctor,” Kit replied not taking his eyes off of Mentor. “Can you confirm Mentor was here last night?”

Doctor’s eyes went around the room before bouncing back to Kit. “Uh, yes. I mean, CCTV and the hospital logs can probably. I wasn’t on personally, but as Mentor’s doctor today I can tell you there was no anomalies last night.”

“Great. Thank you,” Kit said, nodding at Ambrose. “That’s all we needed to know, we’re leaving.”

“No, wait—” Mentor protested, but Ambrose was already talking to the Doctor and walking back out the door. Kit turned to do the same when a hand was on his wrist, stopping him from leaving. Kit glanced back over his shoulder to see Mentor clinging to him like a desperate, old man.

“Kit…” he said with shining eyes. “M’boy. Please, let me explain.”

“You lied to me,” Kit hissed, finally letting the hurt shine through his features. “You told me, you— you made me feel special.”

“You are special, Kit, and not just to me.”

“Was I only special to you because I was strong?” Kit asked. Mentor hesitated. Kit pulled his arm from Mentor’s grasp. “You never saw me as a son. You saw me as a tool that you could mould and use to further your great image. Superhero. Saviour. Good charitable man,” Kit spat, tears springing suddenly to his eyes. “He even rescues orphans, the übermensch. Mentor: The great man.”

“Kit—”

“You were everything to me,” Kit said, his bottom lip trembling. “My only normal in the world. My family. My father. I worshipped you, and you used me!”

“Kit, please. Let me explain.” Mentor said again, pawing at Kit’s jacket. Kit recoiled, shrugging his hands from his shoulders.

“You have two minutes before I’m walking out that door.”

“In the beginning, yes, I wanted to be close to you because I saw your potential. Nobody else in that academy ever came close to you. You were extraordinary. I wanted a sidekick when I walked through those doors on the day of your exams, and instead I found a second chance.”

Tears streamed continuously from Kit’s red rimmed eyes as he listened, occasionally wiping them on the cuff of his sleeve.

“I found a son in you, and from that day onwards I decided that I wanted to help you. To give you the start in life that you deserved, not the one you were given. I patrolled the Rookery looking for you every night because one of the other kids told me you slept rough on the streets. I wanted to offer you kindness, and you had such hard eyes. It was weeks before I ever saw you smile, and when I did, m’boy, I swear the heavens themselves opened.”

Kit sniffed, his breath catching in his throat, taking in fretful breaths once he saw the glisten in Mentor’s eyes, and the tears welling up behind them.

“I never wanted to use you as some piece of equipment to further my image. I wanted to make sure you had bread, and safe water to drink. I wanted to give you a home.”

“Then why didn’t you tell me you had a son?” Kit asked, barely above a whisper. “Why… why- why didn’t you tell me you had a family? I would’ve understood.”

Mentor shook his head. “I had already left them at that time, Kit, and I was too ashamed to tell you. To tell you that I fucked up my last family. How could I tell you that? A child yourself when I was trying to gain your trust so I could help you, and the way you looked at me…”

The pair of them stared at each other, tears streaming down their faces the longer they spoke. “You saw something in me that I hadn’t seen in years, and it made me feel special, Kit. It made me want to be the better man you thought I was. To change, for the better, for you. For us. I thought it was my second chance when I met you, and I can tell you now for certain, it was.”

Kit looked away, afraid he might collapse if had to listen to any more of this. Mentor touched a hand to his cheek, thumbing away the tears, drawing Kit’s attention back to Mentor.

“Just please,” he blubbered. “Please say you don’t hate me. I will fall to my knees and beg for your forgiveness, Kit. I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry. Please.”

Kit didn’t say anything. He just stepped in and hugged his old man, wrapping his arms tight around him and holding him up when Mentor sobbed harder into Kit’s jumper.

“I’m sorry,” Mentor cried into Kit’s jumper, muffling the sound. “I’m so sorry. I love you, I’m so sorry.”

Kit held him tighter, trying to compose himself but there was nothing to be done except wait it out. Ambrose stood outside the door, leaning against the wall to his father’s room, downcast eyes staring unseeing at the clinically clean floor in front of him.

Kit stepped out after a few minutes, his tears dried but the red rimmed eyes gave him away. Ambrose stood, face impassive as he took a deep breath. “You good to go?” He asked.

Kit nodded dumbly. They walked to the exit of the ward, but Doctor shouted from down the hall and the pair turned. “Oh good, I caught you before you left. Here. I’ll walk you out.”

Doctor quickly caught up to them, half-jogging towards them with a self-deprecating smile. “Sorry. Shall we talk outside?”

Kit glanced at Ambrose before nodding. Doctor fell into step with them, flashing his keycard on the control panel and the doors to the locked ward opened with a beep. He pushed through them and held it open for Kit and Ambrose to walk out. They stood just outside the ward, Kit tilting his head at Doctor.

Doctor smiled at the pair, a handsome smile. He was a little older than Ambrose, his eyes crinkled at the edges when his smiled. His tan skin contrasted against Ambrose’s paleness to a stark degree that Kit would’ve laughed if he didn’t feel so drained.

Kind green eyes found Kit’s. “I double-checked the log’s after you asked about Mentor’s whereabouts last night,” he said. “He was here all night, I can confirm with 100% certainty.”

“Okay, thank you Doctor.” Kit said nodding.

A copycat? Ambrose said in Kit’s mind. Kit glanced at him, but Ambrose was still looking at Doctor.

Maybe. Or maybe another telekinetic… Kit thought, pushing it towards Ambrose.

“Well,” Doctor said, clapping his hands together. “I hope that is everything you need?”

“Yes, Doctor, thank you for confirming the alibi,” Kit said. Kit reached his hand out which Doctor took and shook it. Doctor turned to Ambrose as well, offering his hand which Doctor took with a smile.

“Nice meeting you.”

“Thank you Doctor,” Ambrose said coolly before withdrawing his hand and stepping away. The pair walked down the stairs, hearing the buzzer of the ward door open and close again.

“What now?” Ambrose asked. Kit ran his hands through his hair, letting out a sigh.

“I don’t know. I need to get my phone from my apartment, just to see if anyone’s been trying to call.”

“Right. Of course.” Ambrose said as they walked to the car. Sensing the stiffness in Ambrose’s body language, Kit kept quiet, not wanting to poke the bear, but feeling too bad to just remain silent and not say anything.

They got into the Wraith in silence. It was only when Ambrose turned the key in the ignition that he broke the silence. “It’s not your fault, Kit.”

“I’m still sorry.”

Ambrose turned his head to look Kit head on. The expression on his face would’ve floored Kit had he been standing up.

Ambrose’s eyes were like two rainbows, his eyebrows drawn low over them, his lips were curled up on his face, exposing his smile lines that usually looked so annoyed.

Was Ambrose smiling?

When Kit wasn’t even covered in blood or bruises or struggling to breathe?

“Really, Kit. It’s okay. I don’t have any ill will towards you. Just think of it like, we both had one good parent and leave it there. Okay?”

Kit nodded, not trusting his voice to speak. Ambrose’s face went back to neutral and Kit felt like he could breathe.

Then his eyes narrowed as they pulled out of the parking lot. “What?”

“I just—”

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“I don’t think you should smile, Rosey. It doesn’t suit you.”

Ambrose almost hit the roof. “What?! My smile is charming.”

“I feared for my life. It is mortally terrifying. Do you smile at babies like that?”

“Babies love me,” Ambrose hissed.

Kit laughed, running a hand through his hair. “Actually can you drop me off at a therapist before we go back to my—”

“Oh yeah yeah,” Ambrose grumbled, turning the indicator on and taking off onto the main road. “Laugh it up.”

Kit did, and he felt good after it. The laugh smoothed everything out in his chest, unwinding the tension that weighed heavy on it and for a little, fleeting moment, he felt lighter than he had in a while. Ambrose turned the radio on.

*~*~*~*~*

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walk you home .3

a/n: hi! i decided to make part 3 since an anon asked it and i miss write about yuken too xD this is inspired by my recent favorite arctic monkeys song, btw! enjoy!

— pairing: yuken odajima x f. reader

— t/w: mention of blood

part 1 | part 2

after the mini market incident a week ago, yuken started picking you up from school regularly. he even suggested taking different routes than yui several times so that he could walk alone with you.

you were, honestly, so confused by this situation. it felt like your encounter were became more than just mere coincidences. the first time you met him, it was by chance because yui was in a hurry and he ended up walking you home. the second meeting, you rarely went to the mini market just to get a drink, but he showed up, and even the high school Z guys were there. and from then on, it just became natural for you to be together with him after school. it surprises you how easily you've become comfortable and informal around him too.

of course, it also confused yui. she thought you were hiding something from her and she didn't stop teased you about it.

"i think you should ask him to go on a date," she said when you both were heading to the school gate where you could see yuken and sawamura were on their regular spot, chatting.

"why should i?" you replied, annoyed.

she laughed. "you need to make a move too so he'll know that the feelings are mutual,"

"you're kidding," you snorted. "what do you mean by 'feelings'? theres no feeling between me and him," you continued.

"well, why is he always pick you up then? and why are you always so giddy around him? that is so not you.” she paused. “stop denying, can't you?" she laughed and ran to sawamura, leaving you lost in thought.

"what a good day, eh?" yuken responded after he saw yui run to his best-friend with the brightest smile.

ignoring yuken, yui realized something the started to touched her boyfriend swollen cheek. "eh? what is this?"

you had just arrived there, and a deep frown appeared on your forehead as well.

"hi," yuken greeted you.

"what is that?" again, yuken was ignored.

"why is everyone ignoring me today?" he whined.

you unconsciously grabbed his chin to get a better view. there was a blood stain at the corner of his lips. "did you fight?"

"no. it's makeup." he replied, grinning.

you rolled your eyes then yui asked sawamura, "what happened?"

"it was just a casual fight, don't worry,"

"casual?" you answered him absentmindedly. you just never understood how a fight could happen in casual way?

yui held back her laughter seeing your concerned face. you couldn't hide your feelings in a moment like this and it was just too much.

she linked her arm with sawamura, “let's go, i'll treat your wounds at my house."

you looked at yuken—who's already looking at you—when yui and sawamura left both of you at the front gate, inviting so many eyes to look.

"so?" he smirks.

"what?"

"you won't treat my wound too?"

you sighed. however, you still couldn't bear to see him injured like that. "let's go," you said then he happily followed you.

"you should change your hobby, for sure,"

you could hear him chuckle behind you. "any suggestions?”

you turned your head to him. “anything but this,” you pointed his bruises while glaring at him.

he raised both of his hands to his head level. “okay, sorry for making you worry,”

you grunted. “it's not like that,”

“so you're not?” he gasped dramatically. you clicked your tongue and fast walking to your house.

your parents were never be home before you and it was also your first time bringing a guy to your house so you were so nervous and had a heavy-head.

he chuckled noticing your confusion as you two entered your house. “can i sit here?” he asked, pointing to the sofa.

you nodded once. “y-yes.” then ran to get the water and a first aid kit.

he looked at you in heart eyes—without him knowing, of course—when you returned with busy hands. he helped with the water then sat facing you.

you took a deep breath quietly before turned to him.

“it must be the first time you've cleaned someone's wounds,” he commented when you tapped a wet cloth onto his corner lip.

you glared. “i'm trying, okay,”

he chuckled. “okay.”

“it must be a very common thing for you,”

he stared at your few-inches-away face before smirking.

“don't move your mouth.” you warned him while preparing the antiseptic on a cotton bud. he watched your every single move intensely.

you tilted his chin up for easier access then began applying the cotton bud to his lip. reminder, his eyes were not leaving your face the whole time, but luckily you weren't aware of that.

“don't move your head, odajima-san,” you nagged.

“you said i can't move my mouth, not my head?”

you hissed and with a sudden burst courage, you placed your hand on the back of his neck, trying to keep his head still. at the same time, your faces were getting closer.

he was surprised but he didn't let you know. he giggled to cover it up.

“all done.” you said as you placed the cotton bud on the table and you returned to his face to make sure you’ve had all the wounds treated.

yuken still had his eyes on your half-opened lips.

“y/n,” he called.

“hm?” you stared back.

“would a kiss be too much to ask now?”

“huh?”

the next thing you knew, something squishy touching your moist lips and moving at a very slow pace.

you could feel his hands were rubbing your cheeks while he closed his eyes. it wasn't something you expected and definitely was not a bad thing either. it just made you suddenly forget how to breath and you couldn't move your body. you didn't know how to respond properly.

a few seconds later, he backed away and your body was still frozen. he wiped your wet lips with his thumb and smiled a little.

“sorry,” he said innocently.

“no,” you regained your voice. “don't be,” you continued.

he looked at you in surprised, then chuckled. “okay, i won't, baby,”

[fandomnsfw]

Changes pt 6 - Scott McCall x Reader

Pairing: Scott x Reader

Prompt: Jason Derulo’s - Want to Want me

Warning: None! YETTTT! KINDA

Thank you to my wonderful Beta for sorting out my terrible errors XD @lets-imagine-fanfics

ENJOY!!

*****

You glanced at the clock on your bedside table with a frown heavily engraved on your face. You woke up three times during the night from what could only be called wet dreams, so the fact that you were awake again at such an early hour was an enigma to you.

You sighed irritably before sliding out of bed and slipping on your fluffy slipper boots. You threw on Scott’s hoodie before checking your hair wasn’t too unruly for other people to see. Thankfully it wasn’t too bad so you deemed yourself for the view of other people. Which at this time would most likely only be Derek and Peter.

You walked down the stairs with tired eyes, your footsteps heavy and slow as you shuffled your way to the living area. When the kitchen was in view you saw Derek, Peter and Lydia. You walked into the room without a sound and smashed your head against the clean marble counter causing Peter to flinch. You muttered an unintelligible ‘ow’ before standing back up, your movement quick enough to disorientate you for a second.  

“Bad night?” Peter questioned softly, however instead of answering you just slammed your head down again, this time on Peter's shoulder.

“I had an inhumane amount of wet dreams last night and I barely got any sleep. By the third one, I kind of wanted to go to Scott's room to sit on his dick just to end the pain.” You groaned as you swung one of Peter’s arms from side to side childishly.

“Well, you’re more vulgar than usual. Not to mention your actions and words appear to be rather contradictory to one another.” Peter snorted causing you to stop your childish actions.

“God, you smell like you just had a sex marathon.” Derek winced, his face full of disgust.

“You’re one to talk!” You snapped at you stood up straight point an accusatory finger at the younger Hale who quickly lowered his head.

“Carry on judging me and I’ll tell Jethan you stole their lube!”  

“So let me get this right, my ex-boyfriend and my current boyfriend’s twin, Derek stole their lube?” Lydia questioned with a smirk on her face.

“Jesus this pack is like a giant slutty orgy by this point. Scott’s mom Melissa is dating Chris, who is the dad of the first love of Scott, who is Stiles’ best friend, who used to date Malia, who is the daughter of Peter, who briefly went on a failed date with Scott’s mom Melissa and turned Scott, who is best friend’s with Stiles who’s now dating Derek, who turned Isaac who is now dating Scott’s first love Allison who is besties with Lydia who’s now dating Aiden, who is the twin of Ethan, who used to date Danny who was Jackson’s bestie, who used to date Lydia who was actually the first love of Stiles, who is dating Derek, who dated Allison’s aunt Kate, who is Chris’s sister who is now dating Scott’s mom. WOW! That physically hurt to get out.” You snorted with wide eyes, as you stared at everyone in the kitchen.  

“She’s right we’re like a giant pack orgy.” Lydia huffed as you thought about it seriously.  

“Talk about keeping it in the family.” Peter chuckled which only caused you to burst out laughing.  

“God, Peter, I love you sometimes.” You laughed as you wiped away some of your tears.  

You were picked up suddenly by your hood causing you to flail like Stiles before said person started carrying you around the kitchen like that. You looked at everyone else who looked amused by the fact you were literally hanging mid-air, being carried by what was obviously a wolf.

“Not on my watch.” Scott’s voice rang out and he sipped on what you resumed was coffee.

“Scott put me down you fucking caveman!” You screamed and he began flinging your limbs around again.

“No cos you might try and run away with Peter.” Scott huffed playfully, but you could tell he was grinning.

“Uncle Peter saaaave meeeee!” You screamed, making grabby hands at Peter who almost spits out his coffee at your words.

“Please don’t call me Uncle Peter it makes me feel like that old perverted uncle that always tries to grab your booty at family events.” Peter muttered, disgust evident on his face.  

“DERBEAR!” This time, however, said person did actually spit out his coffee. Derek looked at you like you’d gone crazy.  

“It’s like you and Stiles are one person split into two body’s…” Derek muttered with heavy scowl replacing his original shocked state.

You were currently throwing clothes about your room as you tried to figure out what you would wear for your date. You’d come to the pack house with Lydia and Erica after school, hoping to quickly find an outfit so the girls could do your makeup slowly. However, after taking a shower when you arrived home, you took one glance in your closet and the first thing that came out your mouth when you stared into the depths of hell was ‘I have nothing to wear’.

You knew it was illogical because you went on a major shopping spree less than a week ago but for some reason your brain was telling you, you had nothing to wear. Lydia scanned through your wardrobe before picking out an outfit quietly.  

“Put this on with your baby pink Calvin Klein thong and no bra. Scott seems to like you in Calvin’s so it’s a safe bet.” Lydia stated softly before ushering you to the bathroom.  

You gave a nod and walked into your small on suite bathroom, closing the door before you dropped your towel. You slid on your baby pink thing that had the Calvin Klein band around the top before grabbing the dress she’d gave you.

It was pure white, thankfully, it wasn’t thin so you wouldn’t be able to see the colour of your underwear. It was a pure white long sleeved bodycon dress, which would most likely reach your mid-thigh. You stared at the neckline before realising why Lydia said no bra it was a low V cut that showed a copious amount of cleavage.

You slid the dressed over your head before pulling the tight yet comfortable material down so it was sat perfectly before making your way into your bedroom. Lydia gave you a smirk and nod whereas Erica gave you an applause.  

“Okay, makeup.” Lydia stated as she passed you a dressing gown.  

“Why do I need this?” You asked as you put it on.  

“You’re wearing a pure white dress. If even a spec of eyeshadow fall out or powder get on that thing then it has to go in the bin.” Lydia snorted, rolling her eyes softly.  

“Why couldn’t I just put it on after my makeup was done?” You questioned, frowning at Erica who chuckled at your words.

“I’m not even going to dignify that with an answer.” Lydia huffed before picking up foundation and the damp beauty blender.  

Lydia was adding the finishing touches to your makeup while Erica stood holding the straighteners while they warmed up. Stiles burst into the room, a pair of heels clutched in his hands, earning a raised eyebrow from you, as Erica separated your hair and started straightening it.

“Stiles, why are you holding a pair of cherry red high heels?” You asked seriously, your eyebrow still raised.  

“Get your mind out of the gutter! Lydia asked me to bring her cherry red Louboutin’s. She said it was urgent!” Stiles shouted, panting as he tried to calm his breathing.

“You know what Louboutin’s are? And look like?” You teased playfully, earning a chuckle from Erica.  

“I’ve been on more shopping trips with Lydia than anyone I know…plus…I was there when she bought them.” Stiles muttered with a blush as he placed the shoes in front of your feet before taking you ankle and sliding your foot into one of the shoes.

“I feel like a friggin’ Princess right now.” You giggled as Stiles slid the other shoes on.

“More like a Queen. Alpha’s are like Kings of the pack, therefore, more like a Queen.” Stiles chuckled playfully.

Erica finished your hair just in time to hear the front door downstairs open. Scott had gone home to do his homework and change clothes so when you smelt his scent and the door open and close you knew it was him.  

Erica brushed through your now straight hair making it look sleek and smooth. You straightened your dress as you stood up earning a thumbs up and eyebrow wiggle from Stiles. You glanced in the mirror before staring at like in shock.  

Your eyebrows had been filled in so they looked faded, while your skin looked flawless with slight contouring. Your eyes had been done with a perfect wing and natural yet thick false lashes and your lips had been done with a crimson matte red which was similar to your shoes.

“Isn’t my lipstick gonna…ermm…come off later?” You muttered with a blush.  

“As long as you don’t eat greasy food or Scott eats greasy food your safe. I used the good stuff.” Lydia chuckled softly, looking at you with a reassuring smile.

“Might come off if you suck hi-”

“OKAAAAAY THEN!” Stiles screamed, interrupting Erica’s comment.  

You snorted before walking out the room, your heart racing a thousand miles a minute but as soon as you got to the top of the stairs and saw Scott you breathing stopped. Scott glanced up at you obviously sensing your presence however when he did he began choking on thin air. The other pack members rush out at Scott’s reactions and glanced up the stairs. Some members gaped at you, however, the first to speak up was Ethan.

“I may have just turn undeniably straight.” Earning him a very loud growl from Scott.

“I can’t say I don’t agree.” Mason chuckled this time causing Scott to huff angrily.  

You walked down the stairs silently, a blush painting your cheek but you hoped the makeup would cover it. Scott was dress in his Biker leather jacket, tight black suit pants and a crimson red shirt that was tucked into his pants, his shirt had a few buttons undone causing you to swallow.  

“I hope you’ve got a jacket it’s not exactly warm out.” Scott asked carefully, with a slight concerned frown.

“I’m more concerned about the fact she has to get on a bike in that thing.” Derek snorted, causing your eyes to widen as you shot a look at Lydia who was standing at the top of the stairs.  

“Uncle Peter?” You muttered with fake innocence. Everyone immediately began to laugh or choking.

“No, you cannot borrow my Chevy.” He huffed as he continued reading his paper.

“What about the Mustang.” You whined childishly.

“No.”

“What about the Ferrari’?!” You huffed, slowly losing your patience.

“You mean my LaFerrari’ Spider?” Peter gaped as if I’d totally gone crazy.

“It matches my shoes?” You muttered the excuse like it was the most reasonable excuse in the world.

“Ask Derek he has a car too.”  

“Dere-”

“HELL NO! If you think I’m letting you borrow my brand new Camaro think again!” Derek screamed before you could even ask.

“FINE! BUT WHEN I HAVE ALL OF BEACON HILLS TALK ABOUT WHAT COLOUR MY UNDIES ARE IT’S GONNA BE ALL YOUR FAULT! WHEN MY REPUTATION AS A LADY IS FUCKED IT’S YOUR FAULT!” You screamed angrily making everyone’s eyes pop out there skull.  

“If I let you borrow my Ferrari will you shut up and leave?!” Peter snapped angrily.  

“YES!” You yelled childishly, crossing your arms.  

He stood up moving over to the key holder on the wall. His eyebrow set down in a frown as he threw the keys at you. You smiled as you ran over and hugged him.

“Thanks, Peter.” You giggled, placing a kiss on his cheek before taking Scott’s hand and leaving out the door without another word. You walked to the large garage, opening the door before uncovering his Ferrari. You squealed before hopping into the driver’s seat.

“Can’t I drive?” Scott whined as you reached down and took off your heels.

“No Peter leant it to me and if there even a scratch I don’t want you getting into shit. At least if it’s me who did it, I may survive his wrath.” You snorted as you passed the heels to Scott who raised an eyebrow at you in return.

“I can’t drive in heels that are bigger than me.” You responded sarcastically.  

You started the car as the garage door opened. The sound of the engine sending shivers down your spine. Scott chuckled at your satisfied expression before you opened your mouth and ruined the moment.

“I think this car turns me on more than you.” You pondered earning a glare from your boyfriend. He didn’t even dare dignify that with a response, so you set off to the restaurant he’d booked a table at.

You arrived after about 10 minutes, Scott exiting the car before you. He opened your door and crouched down as he held out his hand as if asking for your foot. You grinned as he slid the shoes onto your feet. He caressed the back of your leg slightly, looking up at you with a lust filled expression which almost caused you to whimper. Instead, you decided to break it up.

“You’re the second man to ever do this for me.” You said sweetly, yet somehow knew it would piss Scott off.

“Second?” He growled moodily.

“The first was Stiles. About 5 minutes before you arrived cos I was having my hair done.” You giggled knowing he’s chuckle at this.

He took off his jacket and threw it over your shoulders, before sliding his arm around your lower waist. His hands gripping your hip tightly, as you walked into the building. You had to refrain from moaning at the feeling.  

“If you keep manhandling me I’m going to ask that you take me outside and screw me against a tree.” You whispered seductively but somehow managed to keep your face in a sweet smile.

“And you keep talking like that we won’t even make it outside before I bend you over.” Scott retaliated huskily.  

You sat down as he pulled out your chair before pushing you in. His hands purposely brushing against the back of your neck. His rough hand causing shivers to run down your spine you looked down now noticing your nipples were apparently wanting an appearance because they were suddenly hard and extra sensitive.  

You quickly slid on Scott's jacket properly, earning a questioning glance from Scott that you ignored. His hand reached over the table, holding it out quietly. You took his hand with a smile as you tried to ignore the arousal currently stirring in your stomach. You stared at Scott forearms that were bare and filled with bulging veins. He’d rolled his red shirt sleeves up to his elbows, as soon as he’d sat down which was currently causing you to squirm in your seat.  

You heard Scott asked a question but you were so focused on how his arms would feel pinning you down while he drilled into you like an animal.

“Y/N!” Scott shouted, his voice finally snapping you out your daze.

“Y-Yes?” You stuttered as you looked into his eyes.

“Stop it.” He instructed, flash his red eyes at you.

“S-Sorry.” You whispered softly, a blush creeping up onto your face once again.  

You ate dinner with mostly silence, as you both tried to avoid staring at each other too long. The tension was so thick you could probably cut it with a knife but either way, you ate the dinner and even had dessert. However, the taste of the cheesecake you were eating was merely a distraction, from your skin that felt like it was on fire anytime even dared to take a glance at you.  

You hurriedly ate the food then set your cutlery down with shaking hands. Scott sipped his water as he observed you from across the table his eyes felt like they could burn through you as you shifted in your seat nervously.  

“S-Scott?” You whispered softly, your words sounding breathless as you finally looked him in the eyes.

“T-Take me home.” You added, clutching at the hem of your dress in an attempt to ground yourself.

He quickly paid the bill before standing, grabbing your hand tightly as he dragged you out the restaurant without uttering a word. He put you in the passenger seat before making his way to the driver’s seat.  

You didn’t dare tell him you should drive because right now you were unsure of whether you’d be able to get either of you or the car home safely. He started the car and sped home faster than you’d ever seen him drive, even on his bike.  

When he parked the car he got out and made it to your side however instead of grabbing your hand he picked you up and threw you over his shoulder. You let out a squeal as he did so before he stormed into the house quietly. He stopped at the stairs and stared at the pack that was sat in the living area.

“Don’t come into my room for the next 24 hours unless someone’s dying.” He growled before storming up the stairs. You let out a rather girlish ‘eep’ at the implication you wouldn’t emerge from the bedroom until tomorrow evening.  

He burst into his room, kicking the door closed before throwing you on the bed. He stopped at the end of the bed and looked down at you, his eyes glowing the same red as your shoes which he slowly slipped off your feet before gripping your calves tightly, causing you to whimper.

“I’m sorry I tried to control myself, Y/N. Didn’t wanna make you cry…but right now, nothing sounds more tempting, than to hear you cry out my name.”  

Part 5 <- -> Part 7

[skyward-floored]

Incredibles AU: Can we see some of Malon using her powers? I don't recall us having actually seen it, unless I missed a fic?

Does the ever growing super household have a pet that narks on the boys being naughty?

TYTY love your writing

The only fic where Malon has ~vaguely~ used her powers is Lost Time, but other than that it hasn’t really been shown. Mostly because for the longest time I wasn’t quite sure what exactly it was lol

And sadly no, the boys don’t really have any pets since they move fairly often. Wild caught a frog once though, and kept it for a bit... but this story isn’t about that XD

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“Do you see her Twilight? This is Epona, she’s my horse,” Malon said gently, holding her son up to the chestnut mare. “Epona, this is Twilight, my son.”

Twilight blinked up at the horse, then Malon guided his hand to pet her soft muzzle, Twilight giggling a little when Epona blew out a soft puff of air. He gently patted her nose, and Epona looked at him with the beginnings of adoration in her eyes.

He’s absolutely adorable, Epona snorted, and Twilight smiled at her, despite not being able to understand.

“I knew you’d be friends,” Malon said with a smile, and Epona snorted again.

How couldn’t we be? I can already tell he’ll be a natural with us. Are you sure he can’t understand?

“Well if he can, he’s shown no signs of it yet,” Malon shrugged, “I wouldn’t get your hopes up girl. It’s rare the same exact power gets passed down through families you know.”

Then she showed Twilight how to hold a carrot out to Epona without getting nibbled. He quickly got the hang of it, and Epona whinnied eagerly as he held out several more carrots towards her.

Yep. He’s my new best friend.

“Malon!”

She looked up at the shout, and saw her father running out across the yard towards her, a harried look on his face.

And her father never ran.

“Malon, something spooked the cows and the fence by the cliff is down!” her father panted as he reached her side, resting his hands on his knees. “I just checked that section yesterday too, it was fine then—”

“Don’t worry about a thing father, I’ll handle it,” she soothed, then handed Twilight over to him. “I’ll have them back before you can even miss ‘em.”

She gave a whistle, and Epona turned herself around, offering her back to her. Malon jumped on without hesitation, and giving Twilight a little wave, kicked Epona into a canter, off towards the cow pasture. It wasn’t long before the panicked cows came into view, and Malon watched as the last few disappeared through the broken fence.

“Alright girl, lets round ‘em up,” she said to Epona, and she whinnied eagerly in response.

It’s been ages since there was a good stampede around here!

“Epona, really. We stopped a robbery just yesterday.”

Yes but he wasn’t stampeding.

They quickly caught up to the main group of cows, their eyes wild and panicked as they charged across the grass. Malon drew up next to them and gave a piercing whistle, watching as the cows’ pricked their ears, but continued to bolt across the grass. Malon frowned, but had expected the response. She could only reliably communicate with horses; other hoofed animals tended to be more difficult to get through to.

Especially when they were in a large, panicked group.

“Let’s try and cut them off,” she said, and Epona sped up into a gallop, running steadily until she was ahead of the herd of cows.

Malon began to urge them to turn, occasionally letting out more sharp whistles, and the frightened cows started to change course. Malon and Epona managed to get them to turn all the way back around, and she began to speak more soothingly, but still loud enough to be heard.

The cows in the front began to slow the longer she spoke to them, and the ones behind began slowing as well. By the time Malon had guided them back towards the pasture, they were merely trotting steadily along, the panic from whatever had spooked them gone.

Talon and Twilight watched her from a safe distance away, and Epona trotted over to them once all the cows were back in the fence, a smile on Malon’s face.

“There you go, all rounded up,” she said as she dismounted, and took Twilight back with a small spin. “Strange about the fence though, I wonder what happened to it?”

“I don’t rightly know...” Talon said with a suspicious hum. “...it might be nothing. Anyways, thank you Malon, it’s a good thing you were here.”

Epona let out a small huff of air.

“...and you as well, Epona,” Talon amended, and Epona looked content as Malon shook her head and Twilight reached out to give the mare another pat on the nose, along with a carrot.

That’s more like it.

[mako-neexu]

Aahh you read Death is the only ending for the villainess too!! I love the story and the artist's fate fanart they've done. Callisto actually resembles Gilgamesh to me sometimes though that just might be the coloring. However, an Obeguda death is the only ending au 👀👀...

SERIOUSLY!!!! I thought at first: "Why is Ou-sama here!?!?!?" XD wwwww But he's the best!!! Callisto is the best male lead ever!!!! I read the manhwa a few months ago but I just got back to it now and I have brainrot over it wwww

I loved your idea so I made mini fic!! TvT

I would have loved for Hakuno x Gil death is the only ending AU, but I'm not familiar with her yet ehehe. But I did my best with Obeguda!! Thank you for ask!! I didn't know anon likes both fgo and maybe villainess manhwa 😂🥰

Also the mini fic ended in yakudou trio moment hahaha XDD

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Ritsuka knew something was wrong the moment their highnesses had entered the ballroom.

It was the crown prince who had always occupied the emperor’s seat, if only by proxy as he was said to be sickly according to the novel…

She knew who would be sitting on that damned massive chair. But as soon as she saw Tristan and Baobhan Sith by Morgan’s side-

She had a terrible hunch about a certain someone’s reaction.

Of course, of course. They wouldn’t invite the likes of him to the crown princess’ birthday party. Still, Morgan and her children should have known by now that nothing ever good comes out of angering him.

She cringed at the thought and decided to stay away from one of the people who would one-hundred-percent guarantee her death.

As fate would have it, the doors slammed wide open, the loud bang causing screams of shock and confusion to spread throughout the room.

Baobhan’s shriek was one that ripped through all of the noise, “M-Mother–!!! H-He’s carrying a–!!”

“A corpse.”

The uninvited guest cheerfully spoke as the dull thud of the body was accompanied by a wet noise, “Don’t tell me you’ve never heard of what happens to people at the end of their life, my little sister?”

Goddamnit, Oberon Vortigern!!!

While maintaining a fairy-tale like facade, he could easily kill someone with one hand, sword or not. The novel said that that wasn’t his “true” appearance per say, as he only revealed it to the real heroine of the story, Titania, when their relationship eventually progressed.

It was hard enough to get through his route in easy mode, but now that she was playing the role of a villainess?

It was practically impossible to make sure she gets at least ten percent on this cursed affection meter on top of their heads!

Still, she would have to find out if the reset button exists, her only hope of going back to her world.

After the bloodstained prince had said his piece towards the family sitting on the throne, a game notification appeared in place.

A new episode had begun: “The Prince of Liars and Fairies, Oberon Vortigern.”

Would you like to be teleported to the maze garden?

>[YES]

[NO]

Ritsuka half-wished her only friend in this world was right by her side. 

Castoria!!! You were fucking right!!!! She should have just stayed in the forest with her instead of attending this stupid ball!! ARGHHHH!!!!

Nevertheless, she pressed on the [YES] button before the timer for it counted down ahead of her. Seriously, why even put a [NO] option? When she gets her hands on the being who thrusted her into this world…

Her next blink was the sight of the very garden itself that Titania had confessed her love to. And the very place Oberon swore to protect her.

Ritsuka had to admit that what she was doing was stupid… but she had to try for that reset button. To be able to get back home, to be able to survive in this messed up game.

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“I connected shit.”

“No, you didn’t! Oh my god! For the hundredth time, it's because you were going to kill me back then!”

“Nope, nope. Lalalala~ I’m able to see lies~ You know that well by now!”

“Urgh, Castoria!!!!!”

The fairy could only snort and laugh at her two friends. She also didn’t think they would be able to genuinely fall in love with each other, but here they are, arguing already like an old married couple.

“Oi, oi, who are you calling an old married couple!?” The prince growled out, reaching out to painfully pinch her cheek- “H-Hey, that hurts! Isn’t that true though!? Gah!”

“It is not!” They simultaneously said, like an old married couple.

Ritsuka puffed her cheeks before crossing her arms, “As if you don’t act like one with the greatest blacksmith in the kingdom.”

The way her face immediately heated up as she stuttered caused her to internally scream while spewing out excuses, “W-What the!? Muramasa!? That boomer!? Are you serious, Ritsuka!? Psh, as if! He lectures me way too much! I really really hate it! I also hate how he g-g-g-gets rid of his shirt off whenever it's scorching hot. Fuck, I hate him! AAAAA-”

And Ritsuka’s laugh caused her to finally shut up. “Cas, I never said anything about Muramasa.”

“Weren’t you paying attention, tomboy?” Castoria didn’t miss the way her friend’s hand was entwined against Ritsuka’s own.

With Oberon’s tongue sticking out and a finger against his cheek to pull a mocking face at her, she grabbed onto her sword with a battle cry to destroy his ass for pushing her into a beauty contest with Knocknarea and Bageko from last month. Ugh, she should rob him too while she’s at it.

Ritsuka had to admit that her experiences here were nothing compared to what she usually witnessed back home…being the center of a reverse harem novel world of all things…but her goals have not yet changed.

She will still do her best to find a way back home even if the chances of finding it seems kinda bleak. But with moments like this, underneath the sunlight with two of the people she cherished the most, she finds that she could forget about those thoughts for a while and be at peace with them.

[sarahjswift]

Twin Wounds Chapter 8

Hi everyone! I am attempting to follow a schedule; Wednesdays Twin Wounds updates and Fridays IWHAIWSA updates :)

I hope you enjoy this chapter! It's mostly fluff tbh but I was happy to write some of that after the end of last week's chapter...*shudders*

OH PLUS we start to see Aedion + Lysandra....👀👀

I hope everyone enjoys this update! If you have any prompts for Twin Wounds or IWHAIWSA - or honestly a whole new fic/oneshot - just comment it, privately message me or send me a request! :D

Word Count: 1.1k (I'm sorry it's small I just was at a bit of a loss for what to write and really wanted to get something out here for y'all)

Tag List <33: (It's growing! Everyone on here I love + appreciate so so much) @backtobl4ck, @aelinchocolatelover, @renxzs, @blue-bird17, @autumnbabylon, and @luell1q!! @luell1q is our wonderful new addition <33

Warnings: Language and bad writing XD

Enjoy! <33

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“Aedion!” Aelin ran through the lobby and flung herself onto her grinning cousin. She laughed as he twirled her around, joy filling her. 

“Hey, Ae!” he laughed, and Aelin beamed as she looked at him. The male equivalent to her, they had been mistaken as twins as children because of their similarities - their tan skin, golden locks and Ashryver eyes. “How are you doing?”

“Fine,” she said, Aedion setting her down. She took his hand and led him out of the lobby and outside, apparently where the “visiting hours” took place. They both squinted in the sun, and Aelin pointed to the gaggle of people in the distance. “That’s my group over there. I get to miss group therapy today, thank the Gods. You saved me.”

“Can I meet them?” 

Aelin snorted for a second - but at the silence that followed his statement, she whipped her head around to him. “Huh?”

Aedion shrugged. “I wanted to meet the people you have to spend time with every day. And your friends, too.”

Aelin let out a dramatic groan but at her cousin’s raised eyebrow, she sighed and flung an arm over his shoulders, leading him to her group. As they approached, she suddenly felt apprehensive. Would they judge her for the familiarity she had with her cousin? Would Aedion embarrasser her and say something inappropriate?

“Everyone, this is my cousin, Aedion,” she said as they stopped. Her stomach was a flurry of nerves.

“Hello,” Aedion said with his - their - classic Ashryver swagger. “It’s so nice to meet-” he stopped, his face pale as though he had seen a ghost.

“Aedion?” she frowned. “What-” She followed his line of vision and saw his attention focused on Lysandra, the woman giving him a once-over. She inwardly groaned - she should’ve known. His cousin was the master at one-night stands, and she couldn’t count on two hands the amount of girlfriends he’d brought home. Nothing against that, but - 

“Really?” she hissed into his ear. “My therapy friend?”

Lysandra swung her hair over her shoulder and descended to him. Aedion’s eyes tracked her cat-like gait before flicking up to her emerald eyes. The whole group was silent, assessing them as they shook hands. “Nice to meet you…Aedion,” Lysandra purred, batting her eyelashes. Aelin stifled an eye roll as her cousin audibly swallowed.

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The rest of the group was cordial to Aedion, and for some reason - or maybe because of a certain woman - her cousin insisted on spending the morning outside with her therapy group. But when Luca suggested he join them for therapy, even Aedion balked. 

“No way,” Aelin protested. “My cousin will not be joining our trauma dumping. That’s where I draw the line.” 

“It could be good for him to meet Rowan,” Luca shrugged, toying with a piece of his hair. He’d turned tomato red when Aedion had slung an arm around him, and she had a feeling why her group mate was so eager to spend time with her cousin.

“I-I’m not sure that would be best - plus, I’m most likely not even allowed,” Aedion stammered, rubbing the back of his neck.

He wasn’t, in fact, allowed, so the cousins lounged around the sunny area, soaking in the rays. They chatted and caught up, Aedion filling her in about his job on base, Aelin giving him the scoop with the patients. It was a good day, and she felt calm knowing he was near. 

The group was finished with their therapy too soon, and they ate lunch together in the cafeteria. To Aelin’s dismay, her cousin opted to sit next to Lysandra instead of her, leaving her sandwiched between Tiela and Selmer. 

“I know you weren’t allowed to go to therapy, but maybe you could meet Rowan?” Luca said eventually, sipping his peppermint tea. 

“What do you care so much?” Aelin snapped. Aedion shot her a look and said through a mouthful of sandwich; “I’d love to.”

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Aelin didn’t know why she was anxious about her cousin meeting her hot therapist -she just was. She prayed she wasn’t sweating too much as the two made their way to his office, following Luca’s lead. They reached it and Luca knocked on the door. The rumbled “come in” made her heart beat faster. Luca gave them a nod - and a blush for Aedion - before scurrying back down the hall. Aedion gave her an encouraging smile and opened the door.

Rowan was sitting at his desk, hurriedly sweeping something off his desk - the half-eaten remnants of a Wawa BLT and a root beer. Just like me, she thought. It was her favorite lunch - or it used to be. He stood up when he saw them, clearing his throat and adjusting his wrinkled polo shirt. She couldn’t help admiring how the tightness of his clothes showed off his muscles.

“Hey, I’m Aedion,” her cousin said, shaking Rowan’s hand. “I’m Aelin’s cousin.”

“Ah, Aedion,” Rowan said, a light of recognition lighting in his eyes. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“Do you know him?” Aelin asked, raising a brow. 

Rowan went beet red. “Erm, he’s…he’s in your file.” She shrugged off what the thought of her “file” did to her and observed his office, tuning out as the two men started in conversation. Except for the mess of his lunch, his office was immaculate. The papers on his desk were organized in multiple stacks, and the barely furnished room was near-sparling. He had a simple computer and a monitor, and one framed photo beside that. For some reason, her heart strained when she looked at it. 

Oh, shush, she chided herself. Of course he has a partner - he’s hot and young. You have no reason to be jealous. 

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Rowan found he liked his patient’s cousin, but he couldn’t help but feel guilty around the man. Aedion obviously loved Aelin, and Rowan knew Aedion would punch him if he ever found out about his creepy crush. It’s be well deserved, too.

To his dismay, Aelin stayed mostly silent as they gathered in his office, the two sitting in folding chairs he’d pulled out. They went through stages of small talk before Aedion asked; “So, how do you think she’s doing?”

Aelin snapped back to reality and whipped her head to her cousin, nostrils flaring. Rowan felt a companionship with the man as Aedion flinched and shrank back in fear - he’d felt that multiple times during their sessions.

“I love if you waited until I was out of the fucking room before you talked about me,” Aelin snarled. 

“Leave, then,” Aedion shot back cockily. Rowan was impressed by the man’s nerve. 

“Fine. I’ll see you in another fucking month when you decide to drop by again,” Aelin near shouted, stomping out of the room. She slammed the door behind her with flourish, and Rowan winced. 

“This is going to sound weird,” Aedion said quietly, drawing Rowan’s attention back to him, “but it’s kind of a relief to see her angry. It’s better than the…shell she was in before.” 

Rowan smiled. “I know the feeling.”

[inks-books]

5, 9 and 15 for the writblr asks please x

5.  What is your favorite book/story/poem you read this year? 

@authorlaurawinter​’s book The Curse of the Broken Shadows which is on Amazon and Kindle! I fell in love with Brela from the first sentence. 

9.  Create a meme or mood-board that captures your past writing-year!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sd2Q6Fagemg 

This video, playing o Fortuna instead, but I actually finished something and started two other projects xD

15. Time for shameless self-promotion! answer with a piece of writing you want others to see/read! (if you have nothing posted/published this year, any other year is fine too ^^)

Putting it below the cut because it’s long, but here’s a snippet from my first chapter of Love Triangle Gone Wrong. Someone please tell me what they think of Ethan lol He’s a handful and a half and I love him.

“Do you believe in love at first sight?”

The pretty blond girl sitting at the counter in front of Ethan fluttered her eyelashes at him in a flirtatious way. She was shapely, had perfectly manicured nails, and the sweater she was wearing clung to her in a very nice way that accentuated her breasts. Ethan could appreciate that much. In fact, a week ago he would have jumped all over that invitation in a heartbeat. Probably with a line like ‘I didn’t until I saw you’ or ‘I think I might have just become a believer’. But right now, his eyes drifted over to the redhead in the corner of the restaurant sullenly as he sighed with great tragedy.

“No,” he murmured, looking back down at the bar he was wiping down and continued his chore.

Harper, Ethan’s best friend and confidant since elementary, snorted behind him as he passed by with a bucket full of dishes he’d just bussed off a table where a family of five had left a mess. 

“Ethan,” he said. “You just proclaimed last week you’d met your soulmate. And it was a girl you’d never laid eyes on before in your life. You usually don’t wait that long to get into anyone’s pants.”

Harper was a tall, lithe boy with strong shoulders and a dark brown skin. His hair was buzzed, and his eyes were bright and shining with mirth. Both of them had Native American blood in them and it showed strongly. He and Ethan had known each other for longer than they hadn’t known each other, and their friendship had only grown stronger over the years. Even with the constant teasing.

“Don’t you have some tables to take care of?” Ethan hissed, throwing his towel at Harper.

“You haven’t even taken the time to talk to the girl,” said Big Joe, the cook who looked at Ethan through the window that peered into the kitchen. His voice was deep and booming, but he tried his best to keep it low so as not to be overheard by the redhead. Big Joe was not only the tallest man for miles at six foot eight and four hundred pounds, he was the best cook this side of the tri-county area. He had a heart of gold and was the most gentle giant you would ever come across.

“There’s a reason for that,” Ethan said blandly, then added with a hiss, “And since when are you two so interested in my love life?”

“Since you quit sleeping around and started moping over the one that got away,” Harper replied. “Or rather, the one you’re too terrified to talk to even though you’re obviously crazy about her.” By now, the blond girl had left the bar, feeling rather ignored in this little drama, and the three of them were alone again. “Besides, didn’t you say you imprinted on her?” Harper whispered. “At least try talking to her!”

Ethan groaned at himself for having shared that tidbit the day it had happened. He’d been so enraptured in the euphoria of it all, he wanted to shout it from the rooftops. But the very next day his heart had been shattered into a million pieces and he’d been brought back down to earth with a crash and a fiery bang.

Being a werebeast wasn’t all it was cracked up to be.

The bell on the front door tolled signaling someone had entered, and Ethan looked up as a blond male with long hair down to his shoulders pulled back in a low ponytail, entered the restaurant. He was broad shouldered and nearly six and a half feet tall, and was an imposing figure in more ways than one. He looked around the room for a moment before his eyes lit on the redhead typing away at her computer in the corner, and smiled broadly before joining her. His smile changed his features from threatening, to devastatingly handsome in seconds. It physically pained Ethan to see him smile at her like that. He wanted to throw Harper’s bucket of dishes on him and see if that gave him something to smile about.

Prick.

Ethan knew the man was a prick too. Wearing a cream colored turtleneck sweater and khakis? Who even dressed like that? Pricks dressed like that. Rich pricks too from the looks of it. He watched the blond greet the redhead.

“Hey sorry I’m late,” he was saying as he sat across from her in the booth.

“Rune,” the redhead drawled. “You’re always late. It’s a part of your nature. You’ll be late to your own funeral. Meanwhile I’m actually getting some work done.”

Rune frowned. “I thought you said you were taking it easy on the work during the pregnancy.”

“I said I’d take it easy, I didn’t say I’d stop working all together,” countered the redhead.

“Hope,” Rune complained. “You know how important this is.”

“Relax, I’ve got this,” Hope replied.

The rest of the conversation was lost on Ethan as Harper ran into him pointedly and put a couple of menus in his hand before giving him a significant look and glancing at the couple in the corner booth. Harper raised his eyebrows at Ethan one more time, and left silently to take care of his corner of the restaurant. Ethan took a few steadying breaths through his nose and plastered on his customer service smile, and marched his way over to the corner booth and slid the menus in front of them.

“Can I get you anything to drink?” he asked, looking at the redhead with a flirtatious smile. Okay. So he couldn’t completely kill ingrained habits so easily.

“I’ll have a sweet tea and she’ll have a water with lemon in it,” Rune answered for her. 

Ethan flicked his eyes over to Rune and back to Hope as if to confirm.

Definitely a prick.

“I’ll have a diet coke,”’ Hope corrected. “And a water with lemon,” she added pointedly looking at Rune who rolled his eyes.

“You do that just to spite me, I know it,” Rune grumbled. 

Hope blinked innocently and Ethan gave her a wink and a sly grin, moving off to get their order. The second he turned away from them into the mostly empty restaurant, he dropped the plastered smile and scowled across the room at Harper who made a motion of smacking himself in the forehead.

This was why his heart had been shattered. She was already with someone else and pregnant with his child. And every time Hope came in here, Rune wasn’t far behind her in arriving. It was like he was attached to her by the hip or a short leash. Whenever he tried to work up the courage to start a conversation with her, Rune would pop up and ruin the moment. How could he be around someone he’d imprinted on if she was busy making her own life and starting a family? It wasn’t fair to either of them for Ethan to try and worm his way between Hope and Rune. Wouldn’t be fair to the kid for that matter.

And yet Ethan still found himself arguing internally about how he could make this work. She’d just wandered into his life randomly in this small town where everyone pretty much knew everyone else (which was annoying when you were trying to get away with something and would have half the town gossiping about it the next day), and was a stranger to them all. He wanted to get to know her, learn her secrets.

But in a small town where everyone knew everyone else’s secrets, there were secrets still that everyone kept or pretended they knew nothing about. Because knowing meant acknowledging they were real. And something’s were better left to stories you told your children at night to keep them from wandering out past dusk.

Things that Ethan knew all too well about. Harper and Big Joe too, though, there were probably a few secrets of Ethan’s the other two didn’t know about. Could Hope accept the parts of him the rest of the town pretended not to know about? Or at least if they didn’t know, they looked the other way so they could keep themselves ignorant.

“Your face is going to stick like that if you don’t stop making that face,” Harper said, pushing his finger against the furrow in Ethan’s brow. Ethan’s face went slack with shock as he blinked at Harper. “Were you seriously so lost in thought you didn’t notice me talking to you this whole time?” Harper asked.

“He got it bad,” Big Joe said. “Why don’t you try talking to her while he runs to the bathroom?” he added, nodding as Rune got up and headed to the restroom. 

Ethan perked up and quickly moved to get the glasses but Harper handed him the tray before he could register what he was holding.

“Overheard the prick order for her. His voice carries,” Harper explained. 

Well perhaps Ethan wasn’t the only one who thought he was a prick. He grinned at his best friend who winked at him and told him to ‘Go get her.’ Ethan swiftly but carefully so as not to dump the drinks and ruin his chances, went over to the table to set the drinks down and leaned against the table with his hip.

“Anything else I can get for you?” he asked. “Appetizer, Entre, a date?”

“A what?” Hope asked, taken aback.

“You know, like the dried fruit?” Ethan smiled seamlessly. 

Hope laughed. And god was it a beautiful sound. It was like a straight shot of adrenaline to Ethan’s system, his heart began racing, his palms began sweating, and he felt like he could soar through the sky like Superman. Which was ridiculous of course he didn’t have wings or superpowers that would allow him to fly. In fact, what he did have he wasn’t even sure was a power at all. Right now it was just a curse that was getting in between him and a normal life. But right now? Right now he was on top of the world and didn’t care. He’d made her laugh and that was a superpower in and of itself.

“What do you like on the menu?” Hope asked, placing her chin on her hand and watching him with smiling eyes. 

Oh god. He knew the menu like the back of his hand. He’d tried everything on the menu and a few things not listed on there. He knew what he liked and disliked, what were the best choices to suggest to a customer and the safe choices that most everyone liked. He knew it like he knew his own name.

Which at that moment he couldn’t remember.

“Um,” he said, wracking his brains. He took the spare menu and took a seat opposite of her and scanned the contents as if trying to refresh his memory, but his brain was in panic mode and he suddenly couldn’t comprehend anything he was reading. He knew how to read. He knew the words on the page. He’d read them a billion times over and could quote the menu from start to finish. (Listen slow days were boring when you had no one to serve and nothing to do, and your boss wanted you to still be productive. You found ways to entertain yourself. Memorizing the menu faster than the other employees was the best way to make the boss happy and earn some extra cash for the bets placed.)

“You’re in my seat,” Rune said as Ethan blinked at the menu. 

He looked up, and up again to find Rune’s eyes that bore down on him like a dangerous pair of emerald daggers, telling him to move without telling him to move.

“Finders keepers,” he blurted out, making Hope giggle. 

Oh the look Rune cut Ethan was sharp as a shattered piece of glass. Or one of Big Joe’s kitchen knives. The man didn’t like a dull knife and would sharpen them himself every week to the point you could lay a hair on them and it would sever it. 

“I was just helping her decide what the best item on the menu would be to try,” Ethan smiled, standing up from his seat - or rather, Rune’s seat - and suddenly his brain was working again. He could remember his name, he could remember the menu items he liked and hated and what was the best option to serve a new customer to get the full experience of the diner.

“And?” Rune sat down, looking at him expectantly. “What was the verdict?”

Ethan bit his tongue before listing off a few menu items that sounded pleasing, but The Prick dismissed them all, then ordered the country fried steak with white gravy and a side of steamed broccoli for Hope, and an order of the greasiest hamburger they had on the menu for himself.

“Is that accurate, ma’am?” Ethan checked with Hope before walking away and just assuming like The Prick.

“Why wouldn’t it be?” Rune demanded. “I know what she likes.”

“Yeah, I’d like to knock you upside the head,” Hope replied under her breath, but then turned to Ethan with a polite smile. “That will be fine, thank you.” 

Ethan gave a nod and turned to walk away, but heard Rune’s voice drift back towards him in a hushed tone.

“Rude ass.”

If Hope responded, he didn’t hear what she said, but Rune continued muttering under his breath as if arguing with her. When Ethan got back to the other side of the counter and put their orders in, Big Joe just shook his head sadly. Ethan gestured blatantly at the couple’s table where they had their heads bent over talking about something in low tones, paying them no attention, and pursed his lips. It was a gesture of ‘See what I have to work with?’ Big Jo just shook his head again disappointed. Ethan rolled his eyes.

Harper elbowed him in the side. “You got her to laugh,” he said to cheer Ethan up. “That’s an improvement.”

Sure, an improvement. From what not talking to her? Ethan guessed that was something. Still though his skin was beginning to itch with all the emotional rollercoaster-ing his insides had done in the last ten minutes. He needed to shift, but to do that in the middle of his work schedule could get him in trouble. But going too long without a shift could also get him in more trouble. A lot more trouble.

“After I serve them, I’m going for a run,” Ethan said under his breath to Harper. 

Harper’s eyes darkened slightly.

“You good?” he asked. “Have you checked your blood sugar?”

“I just need to shift for a bit. I’ll be fine,” Ethan replied.

“Oh no,” Big Joe said. “Last time you got stuck like that. Eat something first and then you can go.”

“Okay dad,” Ethan complained with a sigh. He knew there really was no arguing when Big Joe put his foot down. Even though Ethan knew he was right, it didn’t make it any less annoying to be scolded like that when he was already in a bad mood. When Big Joe passed the food over to Ethan, he gave one last warning. “Okay! Okay. Just… I dunno. Make me a burger or something! Sheesh.”

“One burger, coming right up,” Big Joe smiled and winked. “Now go give ya girl her food.”

“She’s not my-“ he looked over his shoulder quickly to make sure she hadn’t heard his voice carry across the small room. Thankfully, she was engrossed in something on her computer as she muttered something to Rune, a serious look on her face. It was cute, Ethan realized. The little furrow her brow made put a dimple on her forehead that looked like a little frowny-face. He was pretty sure Rune wasn’t appreciating that as he shook his head to whatever she was saying.

“Ethan,” Harper said, nudging him. “Go, the food’s going to get cold.”

Blinking rapidly and remembering he was holding the food for their table, Ethan made his way around the counter and over to them again, announcing his presence a few feet away so they couldn’t accuse him of eavesdropping as he came up on them. People often got antsy if they thought you overheard their personal conversations. Especially when they were whispered to each other hastily with little furrows in their brow that made a frowny-face.

“We have your orders here,” he said with a flourish. “Do you need a refill on that Diet Coke, ma’am?”

“No,” Hope said with a bright smile, the crease in her forehead easing quite rapidly. She gave a little shake of the head as she spoke and added, “I’m going to work on my water and lemon now. But thank you!”

“My pleasure,” Ethan said. “Does everything look alright?”

“It looks delicious,” Hope said, reaching for her silverware.

“One thing doesn’t look right,” Rune interjected. “My glass is getting a little empty.”

“I’ll fill that right up,” Ethan said without missing a beat and reaching for the cup. “Anything else I can get you while I’m gone?”

“Ignore him,” Hope said apologetically. “He’s grumpy when he hasn’t eaten. And he takes it out on people around him.” She added the last bit pointedly, glaring at Rune.

“It’s perfectly fine,” Ethan lied. “I understand. I’ll get that drink for you.”

“Thank you,” Rune grumbled, then looked at Hope pointedly as if to say ‘See? I can be nice.’

It fell a little short in Ethan’s book. 

Okay a lot short. 

Prick. 

Ethan turned around, the smile instantly falling from his face again as he gave Harper and Big Joe a glare. They quickly went back to what they were doing, pretending like they hadn’t just been staring in his direction and shirking their duties. Big Joe started whistling to appear more innocent, but it only sealed the fact he had been spying on Ethan. He only whistled when he felt guilty or was trying not to appear guilty.

Ethan looked into the security camera as if he were on The Office and made a face. If only there were someone at corporate watching just then to see it, he’d feel justified. He often would cast a look at the camera, though he wasn’t entirely sure which way it was pointing in it’s little black glass ball. But he often imagined it followed him around just to watch his antics throughout the day. At least it entertained him to pretend it did. Like his own little reality show.

[zacharyleigh316]

Five Nights at Supernatural

Suptober Prompt: Day 12 - Crossover | Five Nights at Supernatural [SPNxFNAF] | Word Count: 1.3K | Teen and Up

When Sam has strange dreams of a place where a girl’s voice calls to him, asking for help, he, with the help of his bother, Dean, and their angel friend, Cas, applies to be the new night guard at a pizzeria called Freddy Fazbear’s. A place with that much history, built upon a foundation of blood, and secrets within it walls, well...it’s gotta be their thing, right?

Me, posting again, only a few days later, for another prompt as promised? I have to say, I’m pretty proud of myself, I mean, I don’t think I’ve ever written this much within such a short span of time (and I even managed to keep my word, so there’s that lol) anyway, I know that there’s a lot of different interpretations to the word crossover, but when I saw the prompt I immediately knew what I wanted to do. They just fit so well together, can you blame me XD I’ve been considering for a while now, actually, writing a larger, multi-chapter spnaf (as my friend so lovingly dubbed it) fic, so... consider this an excerpt, a little taste, if you will, of something bigger on the horizon

“Fuck, this place gives me the friggin’ creeps.” 

Dean grimaced, peering out the window and over at the desolate, abandoned looking pizzeria. He shifted the Impala into park, after pulling up to the front entrance, and turned off the ignition, effectively cutting off Baby’s rumbling purr, and descending them into an eerie silence. 

“Do you feel anything, Cas?” He asked his passenger, turning to face the angel, who was also looking out the window at the building.

He took a moment to study the premises, searching for something, anything, amiss before answering.

“Yes,” Cas hummed in agreement, breaking the silence, “It’s hard to tell exactly what it is, since it’s nothing demonic, but it’s very heavy. Something terrible happened here.” 

“So I guess it’s too late to pretend this place isn’t haunted or some shit, right?” Dean joked, drawing Castiel’s attention toward him. 

Dean bit his lip, trying to pretend Cas’ furrowed brow wasn’t all kinds of adorable–especially since they were currently, and actively, working a case.

“It would be safe to presume that it’s ‘too late’, yes. It’s quite haunted actually.”

“Is there anything else?”

Cas looked back toward the pizzeria, his eyes narrowed in concentration, and Dean followed suit, a shudder wracking its way down his spine the second it was back in sight. There was something about this place that put Dean on edge; he didn’t like–nor did he appreciate–the feeling. Like some kind of warning, to go away, run while you still could. There was no going back once you were privy to the secrets within Freddy Fazbear’s.

“There are some odd heat signatures in the building aside from Sam.” Cas confirmed, interrupting Dean’s thoughts, “but there’s something blocking me from getting an accurate read on them.” 

“Guess that means it’s time to go in and rally the troops.” Dean said rather unenthusiastically, the idea not sitting too well in his gut. 

“Let's get a move on Cas.” 

They both exited the Impala, Dean making his way to the trunk, under Cas’ watchful eye. Dean popped the lid and grabbed his duffle of supplies, visibly hesitating before closing her up. Cas reached out and placed a reassuring hand on Dean’s shoulder, immediately easing the tense set to his jaw.

“Dean?” Cas asked softly, and Dean looked over, nodding.

“Right. Sorry, just…thinking. ‘S’all good.”

Something akin to acknowledgement passed between them, and only when Cas was sure Dean was okay did he lead the way to the front entrance, the elder Winchester brother following not too far behind. Sam was already waiting for them when they got there, and hurriedly rushed them inside.

“Nice costume nerd, who are you cosplaying as?” Dean snorted, looking his brother up and down, taking in his purple uniform with amusement. 

“Very funny Dean, ha ha,” Sam rolled his eyes, “this is what they gave me, it’s not like I chose to wear this.” 

“Who the fuck decided that purple uniforms were restaurant chic?”

“They aren’t that bad. Besides, it’s not like I’m actually going to be working here. I just want to go in, finish the job, and get out.”

“Yeah, sure. And when has our job ever gone that way, Sammy?” Dean raised a brow in question.

“Anyway,” Sam huffed, quickly changing the subject–despite knowing fully well that his brother had a point, “we’re heading to the security office first. They told me I’d get debriefed when my shift started, that some guy’s supposed to call the phone there. After that we can make a plan to explore the pizzeria.” 

Dean gagged as they made their way down the hall, both he and Cas now following Sam’s lead, and scrunched his face up in disgust. 

“Christ, it smells like burnt flesh in here.” he muttered, the feeling from before rearing its ugly head for the second time that night.

Cas looked around curiously, nodding in affirmation. “The smell is quite foul. Do we know if anyone died in the fires?” 

Sam nodded. “So get this, the first initial fire was allegedly set by the owner’s son and basically destroyed everything, but it’s implied that, despite the damage, some things were able to survive. This place has been built over and over again.” 

“Well that’s just great.” Dean complained, shaking his head.

“A building just as haunted as the things inside it. Shoulda just left it alone when it burned the first time.” 

“Perhaps. But I don’t think the things that reside here would have found peace. Whatever is here is…restless. Angry. Trapped.” 

“Is your signal still blocked?” 

“Unfortunately,” Cas nodded, face grave with concern, “like I mentioned before, there’s something blocking my reach. Like it doesn’t want me looking further into the pizzeria. I don’t know the reason, but the influence is strong.”

“Strong enough to block out an angel?” Sam added, perplexed.

“Whatever it is, it’s certainly no longer human.” 

“Friggin’ awesome, love this place already.” Dean said sarcastically, with a roll of his eyes. ���Like some sadist, discount Chuck E. Cheese. “Welcome to Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria, come in and get your trauma served with extra cheese. Don’t worry, the murder is for free.”’

Sam pulled another bitch face, glaring at his brother. “That isn’t funny, Dean. Real people died here, and for some reason, or other, they’ve asked for our help. The least we can do is show some respect.” 

“I’m afraid I have to agree with Sam.” 

Dean sent Cas a look of betrayal, only receiving a–rather apathetic–shrug in return. Licking his wounds, Dean crossed his arms and pouted, muttering a quiet “I thought it was hilarious” underneath his breath. He sullenly followed behind the other two, lamenting the fact that nobody really got his humor. Sam, on the other hand, knew fully well that his brother’s crude jokes were only a deflection, a mask to hide how he was really feeling. Even so, Sam didn’t have to put up with it, especially when said jokes were insensitive; everything had a time and place and, in Sam’s opinion, that wasn’t in a (most likely) haunted pizzeria where children were murdered.

When they reached the security office, Sam let Dean go first, and elbowed him hard in the side, warning him to behave. Dean let out a pained grunt, and glared at his brother, Sam matching his expression. Cas rolled his eyes, and shoved passed the two of them, ignoring their, quite silly and rather childish–if you ask him–moment of sibling rivalry. All else was hastily forgotten however, the second the angel walked through the office threshold. His eyes flashed blue with grace, and something electrical popped, causing both Winchesters to jump. 

“Christ Cas, warn us next time you decide to go all Angel of the Lord on us, will you?” Dean huffed, holding a hand over his heart.

“My apologies, but that was entirely out of my control, Dean. I hadn’t intended on that happening, but next time I want to intentionally cause an electrical surge, I’ll let you know.” Cas sassed back, stormy blue eyes meeting green. 

“You must have triggered something when you stepped into the security office, but what?”

“This place is old right? Could just be faulty wiring reacting to Cas’ mojo.” Dean cleared his throat, breaking eye contact with the angel, and looked away to hide his flushed cheeks.

“Maybe…” Sam trailed off, unsure. 

Not leaving them much time to think, the phone over on the security desk rang loudly, and all three of them jumped, snapping their gazes over to the device.

“Son of a bitch,” Dean cursed, glaring at the offending object, “is this place full of jump scares or what?” 

The phone continued to ring, mistakenly unassuming as it sat there in its corner on the desktop, the red light down at the bottom blinking out of time with every tone. Sam glanced at the others warily, and went over to answer it, each of them holding their breath, just waiting for the other shoe to drop. With a metallic whir, the line crackled to life, and with it came the answering enthusiastic, disembodied voice of a man.

“Hello? Hello, Hello!”

to be continued...

[swanimagines]

Hi, it's me again! If it's ok, can I ask for D11 + Pin for the Freddy Carter event, please? And if you don't mind, can it be platonic, please? I always have a soft spot for platonic fics (I think you noticed this by now...) and I love how you write those!

FREDDY EVENT, send in requests for any of Freddy Carter's characters (NOT the man himself (= no Freddy Carter (the real person) x readers), only his characters)!! The event will be on for an indefinite time, if you're unsure, see if the event post is pinned. If it is, then it's still on. (Other requests are open too, but they go to my normal to-do list which I'm not able to start doing til March at earliest)

I bought 16 books at the start of the year so it's a relevant topic XD My head pounded as empty though when I tried to start this so this might feel a bit random, but I hope you like it anyway! It wasn't all about books in the end anyway, my first idea was them being in a bookshop together and Y/N buying a big pile of books but it didn't carry.

Prompt: D11. Books

Word count: 818

Your favorite way to past time, beside horses, had always been reading. You'd found a book in the library you had been drooling for months, but it had been sold out everywhere, and now you were quick into devouring it. You snuggled up at the hay shelter with a blanket as you read a few chapters more. At least you meant for it to be just a few chapters, but you suddenly snapped into reality when you realized that sun had already almost set and that you should have probably headed back to Pin's house hours ago. You hoped that his father wouldn't be mad at you, after all, he had kindly took you in when you came to visit the island from the mainland, despite not seeing you since you were no taller than a fire extinguisher. You and Pin had been best friends until you had to move to the mainland, but you had come back to visit once you saw the picture of the new Duke of the island and recognized the name.

Your stomach let out a loud growl in protest of not eating anything since lunch, and you groaned, climbing down from the hay pile.

"Y/N? What are you doing here this late? We thought you went home, almost everyone else did too," you heard a voice say from the left and you turned to see Pin. You smiled sheepishly.

"Got lost into a book again..." you replied, waving the said book in front of him. "I just get so invested in them, I didn't look at the time, and now I'm hungry. I know missed dinner, sorry."

He chuckled. "Don't worry about it, we all know how it is. I think there's some snacks in the fridge in the tack room, you'll manage with them until the morning. Come on."

You followed him to the tack room, and soon you had a sandwich in your hand and a bottle of fresh juice in the other, gratefully munching away and sipping the cold drink. Pin waited around until you had finished eating, making notes of all the work the team had done that day and after that, you mounted your horses and began riding towards Pin's castle.

"So... any exciting stuff in your book?" Pin asked after riding for a while and you snorted.

"If you keep asking for spoilers, you have soon read the book without reading it. You have to read the book, I refuse from giving away any more."

"Fair enough then," he chuckled.

The sun was setting by the time you reached the castle and you dismounted your horse and led her to the stable, taking off her equipment and giving her some hay and fresh water, before you kissed her goodnight. Pin waited you outside the stall, already having done it with Elvis. You yawned and stretched, trying to find the energy to go upstairs, change into your pajamas and brush your teeth. The thought of that all felt very unpleasant while being so tired. At this point, you weren't so sure anymore if you had been the hero in the story instead of the protagonist, at least she had done a lot during those chapters you had read.

Pin looked amused when he saw how tired you were. "Do you need me to carry you?"

You scoffed and rolled your eyes. "Oh stop it, I'm perfectly capable of going upstairs by myself."

He grinned and nodded towards the front door, where Arthur was already waiting for you. He gave you a friendly smile as you passed him, and you went straight to your room, brushing your teeth and changing into your nightwear. You went to bed and closed your eyes - but suddenly you weren't sleepy anymore. Your eyes automatically drifted to the book peeking out from your bag, and you sighed.

No. You're sleeping. You are not picking up the book, you'll read the whole night again. You nodded at yourself determinedly, pursing your lips and rolled over to forget about the book.

But like many mornings before, when Arthur came to wake you up for breakfast, he found you with your book lying beside your pillow, you having fallen to sleep while reading your book. So he closed the door, deciding to let you sleep for a while longer, already knowing that Pin would agree on that too. They all knew about your severe case of bookwormness, but it wasn't a bad thing. Pin liked hearing you rambling about your favorite characters, and everyone else at the stables had so gotten used to you sitting somewhere quiet with your book that it would feel weird not seeing you like that for longer than a week.

You just were part of their days, even when you hadn't been on the island for a long time now, but you had quickly grown to be one of them.

Pin taglist for Freddy event: @scandalous-chaos @brekkers-desigirl @mentallynotstableghost // send in an ask to be added, and specify which of Freddy's characters do you want to be tagged on! (This taglist is for Freddy event only, I won't take character taglists for anyone else than Freddy's characters)

[m-jelly]

Okay but how about Modern!AU where reader make a fidelity test on Levi over phone with a friend, like Petra or something like that?

Hi Anon. At first, I had no clue what this was, then I researched it. First thoughts are you would never need to do this with Levi, because he'd never EVER cheat on you. So, you wouldn't need to test him. The man is loyal as fuck and believes he's lucky that a woman finds him so attractive that they wanna fuck him and have a future with him <3

Sorry if it's not what you want. The things I saw online might not be what you were thinking, but it said stuff like setting someone up with a fake flirty woman or man?? I dunno. I'm an old lady and confused. The stuff I know is those things in magazines you did as a teenager xD So, I based it off them...

I'm so sorry if this is not what you wanted!

Tests reveal nothing.

Pairing: Levi x Reader

Genre and Tags: Modern AU, romance, couple, love, being in love, silliness, joking around, cute.

Concept: While at home as your CEO partner Levi is at work, you call up your friend Petra and catch up with her. While talking she comes across some silly questions in her magazine and asks you them about Levi. As you go through them, you realise just how loyal and wonderful your man is. When he comes home, you shower in him in love.

You wandered around Levi's apartment and missed him terribly. You wanted to cuddle and kiss him loads, but he worked so much. You accepted the fact that he was demanded at work a lot, so you would have times when you wouldn't see him for a while.

You lay on the sofa, then took a picture of your thighs and pelvis. You sent it to Levi and said your pillows miss you. You giggled when Levi text you back very quickly calling you a teasing brat and he will cover your thighs in bites when he gets home.

You let out a long sigh, then called your friend Petra. "Are you busy?"

Petra hummed. "No. Just reading a magazine right now. Levi at work?"

You pouted. "Yeah. I'm bored and miss him."

"Wanna do something stupid?"

You rolled onto your stomach and kicked your legs. "Like what?"

She flicked a page. "I have one of those couple tests in my magazine, wanna do one?"

You laughed. "I haven't done one of those since I was a teen. Do you remember the ones where you find out your celeb boyfriend?"

She snorted. "Oh yeah. So, wanna do it?"

You traced patterns on the sofa and shrugged. "Sure, why not. I know what it'll reveal. It'll show me Levi is a very loyal guy and I'm fucking lucky to have him. You know, I'm his first and only love?"

She awed at your information. "That's so cute."

You hummed and smiled. "He is a secret romantic. He's very loving behind closed doors, but in public, he doesn't show it too much. I think it's nice like that." You patted your hand down. "Okay, first question!"

"I trust my partner so much that I am willing to let him participate in activities which other partners find too threatening."

You smirked. "Well, yeah. He can do whatever he wants."

"I mean, that's trust right there."

You nodded. "Exactly."

"I feel comfortable telling my partner anything about myself, including the bad."

You laughed at the question. "Of course. I'm an open book with Levi, he actually loves hearing me talk about myself."

"So sweet. He seems the type. You want the next?"

You hummed. "Please."

She sighed. "Alright. I know my partner will always be ready and willing to offer me strength and support through thick and thin."

"Yes. If I could shout yes, then I would."

"I swear you two are like rocks. The next is asking about making choices. If an important choice had to be made, would Levi prioritise your welfare?"

You sat up. "Always."

She hummed. "I'm going to skip the next one, it's asking about if he would cheat and I know he never would. That man is just obsessed with you. You are his first in everything, right?"

"Right."

She sighed. "I highly doubt he'd cheat. I've seen or known a man to be so obsessed with his partner." She clicked her tongue a few times. "Skipping some...oh, does he keep his promises?"

You hummed. "He tries to keep most. It's hard with his job, but he does his best to keep his promises."

"He's a gem. I know he'd do anything for you." She smiled. "You've got a wonderful man on your hands."

"I do."

Levi slammed open the front door. "BRAT!"

You giggled. "I gotta go. Seems like the handsome man has come home. I'll talk to you later."

Petra chuckled. "Good luck!"

You ended the call and smiled. "Hi."

He stormed over to you. "Give me those pillows, now."

You put your phone down, then patted your thighs. "All ready for you. I bet you're glad I wore shorts."

He pulled his blazer off, then kicked his shoes off. He sat on the floor in front of the sofa, then put your legs over his shoulders. He hummed and ran his lips over the inside of your thigh. "So perfect and soft." He nuzzled your thigh and hummed in happiness. "How was your day?"

You squeezed Levi's face with your thighs. "Boring. I missed you a lot. I'm glad your home."

He nipped the inside of your thigh. "Happy to be home."

You smiled and played with his hair. "You know, I really fucking love you Levi. You're the most perfect thing in my life."

He blushed a little. "Wow...uhh...I wasn't expecting that, thank you." He leaned up and kissed you. "I love you too. You are my everything, brat. Everything okay?"

You nodded and hugged him. "I'm perfect. I just want to give you my love and appreciation."

"It's very welcomed." He squeezed you. "I adore you." He lifted you up making you giggle. "You're the best thing to ever happen to me." He covered your face in kisses. "You and me forever."

[boiling-potato]

ok but imagine the original trickster meeting swap meztli! like they'd be so confuse on why the other is acting like they don't want to be in their presence when in there universe they're constantly annoying eachother... like WHAT???? XD

Well since I have a little bit of time on my hands I really want to write this just because it sounds hilarious! Hahah! So here it is Anon! Hope you like it!! 🫴^w^ 🫴✨✨

Characters: Meztli (@aesopsbaby 's oc!!) And Trickster

Warning: None

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Creator's note: Thank you so much for this request Anon!! I really enjoyed writing this! Also please keep in mind I don't own Meztli! Meztli belongs to it's rightful owner (@aesopsbaby !!) My dear friend! ^^

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A strange encounter

Trickster turns into an alleyway, pressing her back on the wall, making sure the shadow of the building completely engulfs her whole body like a blanket, not making a sound. She waited and then she heard it, "Girly! Where are you?" She then saw the person she was avoiding came into view, but he didn't seem to notice her in the shadow of the alleyway and kept calling her name while looking around aimlessly.

Trickster has been avoiding Meztli in any way that she can, but Meztli doesn't seem like he's going to give up anytime soon. "Why can't he just leave me alone?" Trickster thought, sighing, visibly annoyed by the boy's stubborn attitude.

Trickster then notices that he seems to accept that he lost her and proceeds to search in another area. Once trickster made sure that he was out of sight, she signed, relieved that she finally got him out of her back... At least for a while. She doesn't know how she keeps meeting him; it just happens, whether out of bad luck or the..... creator..

She then looked at the direction that Meztli went, then stepped out of the alleyway heading in the opposite direction. 'Oh my goodness! I haven't even noticed how hungry I am! I'll just get some donuts or churros on the way, and maybe even a strawberry milkshake while I'm a-' Trickster was then cut out of her thoughts when a stranger, who in a glimpse looks like they're in a rush, bumbs Trickster on the side, causing her to fall on the sidewalk because of the sudden impact.

"Oh goodness! I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to do that! " The stranger extended a hand for Trickster to take, and she gladly accepted it, "Oh don't worry! It's fine! It's my fault, I wasn't paying attention to where I'm-" trickster paused, finally looking at the stranger, the immediate drop on their faces when they looked at each other.

Meztli!? It's Meztli!! But... Why is he talking like that? He never says sorry either. Didn't he... Why does he look so different? Trickster thought He still looks the same, but his hair looks a little bit different and he wasn't wearing his usual blindfold and the weird vail like thing on his face. He only had a sunglass on top of his head and he looks just as confused and shocked as Trickster. It took them a while before the "Meztli" in front of Trickster glared at her, "Oh hell no! How the hell do you keep finding me, Trickster? I swear to God if you take one step closer to me, I'm going to fucking kill you! "

...

Trickster? He never calls Trickster by her tittle. She gave him a "did you snort crack or something?" face.

"I'm sorry, but why would you assume that I want to go near you? Also, did you change your appearance just for this dumb joke or what? Because I don't see the punch line.. "

Trickster said, tilting her head in confusion. "Meztli" looked even more confused than she did. ".. What the fuck are you talking about? I was going to ask you the same thing. Also, why are you talking like that? Is this some sort of prank? Are you talking like that to me just to confuse and mess with me? "

Uhhhh Trickster is speechless. She can see the visible and genuine reaction in this Meztli's eyes and that made her even more confused.

Meztli looked at Trickster, waiting for her to say sike or to burst out laughing, but... it never came. Now Meztli is becoming more suspicious of the girl in front of her. She looks flabbergasted, keeping eye contact while finding the right words to say.

.

.

.

"Oooookaayy," she said, finally breaking the silence. She then started walking, passing him and not even looking back at the supposed "friend" that she knew, and frankly, she just didn't want to.

Meztli, however, looked back at Trickster walking away, not knowing whether to stop her or just to let it be. He looked at her again and sighed. He just chose not to. I mean, what can he say anyway? If this was a prank just to confuse him, then it totally worked. His common sense is saying it's just a prank, but her reaction is telling him otherwise, and if it's not a prank, then who is she?

"What the hell did I eat this morning?" He thought.

"Oh hey Trickster! How are you?" Luke greeted, looking at the person who just entered his childhood friends house. Trickster didn't respond but just walked towards the couch and sat besides Lunie who looked at her confused. "Your being uncharacteristically un-responsive.. what's wrong??" Trickster didn't look back at her, she just started at nothing then for a while she finally broke the silence "Can.... can a person hallucinate while knowing that it's not really a hallucination?"

"Wut-

[relicsandoldstories]

You guys wanted it so here it is! I was reading it as I was copying it and I'm so happy I'm redoing it entirely

Chapter one of Admin's Watch

Chapter One

The things the Hermit, Grian, dreams as he sleeps are normally happy.  From fond memories of him and his friends playing pranks to being pranked himself, to even just spending hours with them chatting and building. However, tonight was not the case. He had been struggling to fall asleep, or more accurately, stay asleep. The heavy rain from the thunderstorm roared outside. The gentle pitter-patter against his home which normally brought comfort,but brought a cold unsettling sensation. He shifted tiredly onto his back raising his hands up  and out in front of his face flexing his fingers. “These are starting to become frequent events…” He mumbled and glanced out the window fixing his red jumper. 

That’s when, from the corner of his eye, he saw something. Even before he could fully process what he saw, his body shuddered with dread. He slowly sat up, keeping his gaze away from the window, watching for the thing just within his peripheral vision. He was focused on it. Grian sat there for a long while, his breath stuck in his throat. Until he saw it again. Even clearer this time. Six purple spheres that seemed to float and glow just outside his window. The same feeling of dread washed over him,but he couldn’t pinpoint why. He knew it wasn’t an enderman, he would be able to see its outline, but as lightning flashed, all he saw were those eyes. 

He slowly got out of bed and against his body’s wishes, he stepped closer to the window. “What are you?” he found himself asking curiously. “You know who I am. After all, you spent most of your youth with us. Xelqua.” Grian spun around, not expecting an answer from behind him. Nothing. There was nothing there. He looked back to the window, startled and about to equip his sword. “That’s not my name…” He whispered, unsure what else to say. “Oh…but it is. We should know. We were the ones who gave you that name.” 

Again the voice seemed to taunt. Grian couldn’t believe his ears. He had the faintest memories of his mother, but what the voice said seemed to resonate in him. “No..Go away. Just go away… I don’t believe you.” Grian turned away clutching the hilt of his sword beside him as it materialised. He closed his eyes tightly as the voice, echoing around him, seemed to taunt, “You will soon…and then you will return to us. You will return home. Back to us.” He tried blocking out its taunt, covering his ears. Go away, go away, go away. He thought slowly sitting on his bed once more.

The voice continued to jeer at him, repeating over and over and over again. “Xelqua. Return to us. Return to us our child.” This went on for hours, driving the hermit crazy. No matter how hard he tried to block them out, he just couldn’t. Finally, the voice stopped, the storm ceased and the eyes had vanished. Even though that was the situation, Grian could not sleep after that. He was able to settle down, but all he could do was stare at his ceiling until the sun rose. He felt his wristband vibrate well into the morning, snapping him back to reality. 

He let out a groan and lifted  his arm in front of his face tapping the gem, opening the chat hologram seeing what the other players were up to. Knowing them, probably the normal chaos that always seemed to ensue on this server. He half expected to see a death message from Scar honestly and low and behold. There was one. 

GoodTimeWithScar hit the ground too hard whilst  trying to escape Iskall85

<MumboJumbo> oof

<Iskall85> Sorry mate!

<GoodTimeWithScar> I thought I had my elytra on…

Grain snorted and sat up shaking his head, before typing in chat. 

<Grian> You my friend pulled a Mumbo XD

Then he finally closed chat, grabbed his own elytra and rockets, before heading out. He had plans to continue building his mega base and stock his shop. Again. Like his other shops in the previous seasons of Hermitcraft, this one needed to be restocked very frequently. First he went to see what needed to be restocked and needed to collect payments. As he glided to the entrance, he saw Xisuma inside looking around. “Hey X-eye-zoom-uh” He said, landing behind him. The admin of the server jumped a bit before turning, looking at him chuckling. “Hey Gman. You restocking? You are kinda low on a few things.” X commented. “Yeah. What’re you up to?” The shorter hermit asked as he opened the barrels grabbing the diamonds. 

“Normal rounds, and wanted to get more golden carrots but you’re completely out.” Xisuma shrugged. 

“Aw mate really? I just restocked it yesterday!” Grain groaned, dragging his hand down his face.  

Even though Grian couldn’t see Xisuma’s face  clearly through his helmet's visor, he could feel him smirking at him. “Alright well i’ll let you know when it’s restocked. I’ll-” He yawned mid sentence and sighed before continuing. “I’ll be working on my mega base if you need me later.” 

“Tough night?” 

“A bit. Had trouble falling asleep but I'll be fine. See you around X-eye-zoom-uh.” Grain chuckled and stuffed the diamonds in his enderchest, before flying off to start collecting materials. He needed to gather wood, carrots, quartz, redstone and a lot of iron. As time went on, the events of the night privy became forgotten. After depositing the materials in his shop, he went to collect shulker boxes upon shulker boxes of blocks for his base. It took hours and he knew it might not even be enough but he decided to build with what he had now. He was determined to do the back of this base this time. 

Even though his plan was to work only on his base with no nonsense today, that didn’t go as he hoped as he heard a creeper explosion behind him. He jumped forward and spun around with a yelp, only to realise it was Scar. Of course it was Scar. He looked at his scarred goofy friend for a moment as he started laughing. “I can’t believe you got me again.” He huffed and smiled and fixed his jumper. “By the way, what did you do to Iskall to die?” He asked, sitting on a shulker box. “I tried to end crystal him, but he saw it coming.” Scar chuffed leaning back. 

Grain laughed harder, shaking his head. “Oh Scar.” He smiled. “Yeah…” His bud smirked. “Also I have a gift.” He said as an afterthought and  tossed Grian a few stacks of bricks. “I heard you needed them.” “Thanks man, I could not find any clay at all for hours and I didn’t have enough diamonds to buy enough.” Grain snorted. The two continued to talk for a while as Scar offered to help build Grian’s base. They recounted the events of the previous seasons, all the times they pulled pranks on others or got pranks pulled on them. Their wristbands buzzed or lit up as someone asked if they could sleep. Being the builders the two hermits were, they were always carrying a bed on them or had one set up at their build sites so they did before any mobs could get them.

The next day, Grain continued building alone, rather peacefully until he felt as if he was being watched. He checked the tab list to see who was online. Xisuma, Iskall, Ren and Cleo. But half of them were AFK. He tried to shake a feeling and continued building, before the feeling became more intense. He opened the chat to ask if anyone was watching him about to pull a prank until he remembered the night before. The voice and the eyes outside his window. He shook his head thinking, No it's all probably nothing.

Grain closed the chat, reassuring himself his mind was just playing with him a few times. “Back to building…” He sighed, opening his shulker box again. Then something strange happened. As soon as he closed the box, something killed him. He looked at the death message in chat as he respawned. His body was sore and heavy. Different from other deaths he had and he wasn’t at his spawnpoint.

 

Grian fell out of the world

<Iskall85> You good?

<Rendog> How did you do that?

<XisumaVoid> What happened?

Grain slowly collected his thoughts as he typed. 

<Grian> No clue…it just happened.

<XisumaVoid> Odd…

<Grian> Ya telling me

Grain slowly got up, struggling to at first before his eyes started to blur and he sat back down. “Xelqua…” An unnerving voice behind him sent a shiver down his spine and he whipped his head around to see no one there. “What do you want….Where are you?” He asked as his eyes continued to blur. His mind raced wanting answers, not focused on anything but that. He didn’t even notice his wristband buzzing and flashing as his body got weak. The last thing he remembered before everything went dark was the voice, now sounding as if it were under water echo, “Everywhere child.”

Unaware to him, Xisuma had seen where Grain had respawned through data and had tried messaging him seeing why he respawned so far away  and told him he had collected his items, confusion at first had turned to concern. He went to check on him to find the hermit lying unconscious on the ground. “Hey G?” The admin asked, kneeling beside him gently, shaking him by the shoulder. When Grain didn’t stir, Xisuma tried again. “Grain mate, wake up.” Again, no reaction. This stumped Xisuma. That was till he felt something off around the area. A weird presence that had disappeared as quick as it appeared. He decided to bring him to his base and try and see what was going on. He didn’t live that far away so it wasn’t a long trek. 

Hours passed until the admin was able to wake Grain up. The short hermit grumbled squinting his eyes, feeling nauseous. He put a hand to his head, only to see his jumper off and a ceiling he knew to be X’s. He squinted, tilting his head to the left to see the man himself sitting on a chair. “X?” He questioned clearing his throat, causing the helmed hermit to jump.

“Hey. How’re you feeling? What happened? I tried messaging you to tell you I got your things but when you didn’t answer I got worried and checked the specs to see where you were at…how did you end up all the way out there?” Ximua asked and helped him sit up. 

“I’m not sure. I was just getting more stuff to build with from a shulker and then I just died. I didn’t  spawn in my bed. How long was I out..?”

“About three hours…I tried waking you up a few times but you didn’t react. Did something happen after you repawned?”

Grain debated on explaining what occurred before he had passed out for a few minutes before sighing. He knew he should tell Xisuma seeing as he was the admin for the server and if it was a bug or something along those lines. “It was painful when I respawned…more than normal and I wasn’t able to focus a lot. The last thing I remember was a voice I heard two nights ago call me some weird name and then I blacked out,” he explained, “Before I fell out of the world I felt like I was being stalked or something but none of you guys were either online or near me.”

Xisuma’s brows furrowed behind his visor. “What happened two nights ago? What did they call you?” He asked, leaning forward. This made the short hermit uneasy at first, deciding to be quiet about the events. He wanted to figure it out himself first. He looked down shifting, before the admin leaned his elbows on the bed, looking him in the eye. “Grain. What is going on?” He asked again. “You can tell me. Something is bothering you.” 

Grian sighed, brushing his hair from his eyes, “When I said I couldn't sleep that night…It was because it felt off…” He started and closed his eyes thinking for a moment. “I saw something outside…in the corner of my eye. Six floating circles…they looked like eyes and they were just floating there, watching me…”

As Grian explained, the more crazy it sounded. “Then there was a voice behind me. Nothing was there. It called me…Xelqua…and kept saying something like, ‘come back to us’ or something along those lines.” When he finished, it was quiet for a while, causing him to look over at Xisuma. “X?” He asked. He could practically see the admins' gears churn.

“Yeah sorry…we’ll figure it out later but get some rest for now. Everyone else logged out, you should too.” Xisuma stated getting up, putting a hand on his shoulder. 

“Alright, see you later mate.” Grian nodded, opening the menu and exited the hermitcraft server to take a break. But as he was leaving he could’ve sworn he heard Xisuma say one word.

“Watchers…”

[aquietwritingcorner]

The Laser Tag Chronicles: Chapter 1: In Which Roy and Friends Discover They Have Made a Mistake       Word Count:  3366   Author: aquietwritingcorner/realitybreakgirl Rating: T   Characters: Roy Mustang, Riza Hawkeye, Jean Havoc, Heymans Breda, Vato Falman, Kain Fuery     Warning: NA     Summary: High School AU. Seventeen-year-old Roy Mustang convinces his friends that pooling their resources to play unlimited laser tag at the local laser tag arcade for the afternoon would be a good idea. He forgot to take into account one thing about the girl he has a crush on.   Notes: I was convinced to write this after telling a server full of fanfic enablers my story about being a laser tag sniper at a church youth group laser tag lock-in when I was fourteen. I had the time of my life. They convinced me to use it for inspiration for a story XD   AO3 || ff.net

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Chapter 1: In Which Roy and Friends Discover They Have Made a Mistake

“How did you convince us to this again?” Heymans Breda asked.

The group of five boys stood outside of the laser tag place, ten minutes to go until the time that they had rented it out. Roy Mustang had talked them into it a while back, and they had all been working hard to find or save the money to be able to do it. The black-haired boy was rather proud of himself for it, and more than a little glad that it had all worked out.

He turned and grinned at Heymans. “A good idea doesn’t need convincing,” he said. “It speaks for itself.”

Heymans raised an eyebrow at him, obviously not entirely convinced by his words. “Let’s hope this idea of yours pans out,” he said with a snort.

“Um, I’m not entirely sure how well I’ll do at this,” Vato Falman said, shifting in place a little. “I mean, it sounds like fun,” he hurriedly said at the look Roy shot him, “I’m just not sure how good I’ll be at it. I’ve not done much with guns before, real or fake.”

“Don’t worry, Vato,” Jean Havoc said around the toothpick in his mouth, giving the other boy an easy grin. “Its pretty much aim, shoot and duck. It’ll be fun! And the one with the most points at the end of the day get treated to food by everyone else.”

Heymans raised his hand. “I think we should give Jean an automatic penalty,” Heymans said. “He hunts, so it gives him an unfair advantage.”

“Hey!” Jean said, pulling the toothpick from his mouth. “Let me have my fun! Do you know how many hours in my family’s store I had to work to save up for this? I still owe them about twenty more,” he grumbled.

“I’m sure we’ll all have fun,” Kain Fuery said, trying to defuse the situation. “I mean, we worked hard for this. We should enjoy it.”

“That’s right,” Roy said, his confident smile returning. “And we already paid the deposit. All we need now is for our last person to arrive.”

Four heads whipped towards him.

“Last person?” Jean asked.

“Who else did you invite?” Heyman’s asked, his eyes narrowing, “Is this why our price went down?”

Roy shifted a bit. “Well… yes,” he said. “But don’t worry! It’ll all be fine!”

“Who is it?” Vato asked.

“Hey—is that Riza Hawkeye?” Fuery asked.

They all turned to look. Sure enough, Riza was walking up the street towards them. She saw them looking at her and gave a small wave. Kain and Jean waved back, but they all turned to look at Roy.

“So. You invited Riza along,” Heymans said.

“Well, yes,” Roy said, trying and failing not to sound too defensive.

Jean was grinning. “I know you two are close, but are you getting closer?”

“I-It’s nothing like that!” Roy protested. “She—she just—she just needs more friends, that’s all! I’m just being friendly! I mean, I’m one of the few people she knows!”

“Aren’t her and Rebecca Catalina friends, though?” Vato asked.

“I think I’ve seen her hanging out with Maria Ross too,” Kain said. “Sheska says that Gracia sometimes joins them.”

“Come off it, Roy,” Heymans said with a grin. “You keep using that excuse—that you’re her only friend here, after she moved here two years ago, because you used to go learn some science crap from her father in the summers. But she’s got friends. You just like her.”

“Sh-shut up!” Roy snapped back. “You don’t know anything! I just—I—”

“I… hope I’m not interrupting anything.”

Roy whirled around. “R-Riza! No! I mean, ah, no, not at all. Just… a little disagreement,” he said.

Jean and Heymans exchanged looks as Roy fell into what Maes Hughes called his “charmer persona.” It worked on a lot of girls, for a time at least, and had gotten him out of trouble before.

Riza, though, just looked a bit amused at him. “Well, I hope it’s not anything that will interfere with the game. I brought my part,” she said, patting her purse. “I’ve never played laser tag before. It sounds fun.”

“I think you’ll enjoy it, Ri,” Jean said. “You shoot things with a laser gun in the dark.”

“It can be a bit more complicated than that,” Vato said. “In a proper game you have teams that are divided up and assigned a base. The object is to take down the other bases and score more points than the other teams.”

“Yeah, but most people just like to shoot the other players,” Jean said.

“Well, we’ll have it rented out for the afternoon. We can always play both ways,” Kain said.

“Or even an everyone-for-himself mode,” Heymans said. “There are lots of options.”

“Sounds fun,” Riza said with a smile. “Thanks for inviting me along.”

Roy’s chest puffed up a bit at that. “Of course! Let’s go on in! It’s about time!”

The group of six entered into the building. It only took a moment to finish working out the money and then for the workers to go over the rules of both the establishment and the laser tag game for them. One worker showed them how to put on the vests and use the laser guns, as well as what would happen when the vests were shot. When that was done, all that was left was to figure out how to play their first game.

“There are three colors,” the worker said. “Red, yellow, and green. There are six of you, so you could easily split up into groups of two and each group have one base, or you could split into groups of three and just use two of the colors. There’s also always a free-for-all style, or even where the groups aren’t evenly split. Really, it’s all up to you.”

He pointed to a map on the wall. “This tells you where the bases are in relation to where you’re going to enter the laser tag grounds. After each game, you can see who won or scored the best on the monitors outside. You guys have this for a few hours, so have fun and have at it! If you need help, just call for the game master!”

“Thank you,” Roy said to the worker. He turned back to the group. Alright. How do we want to play first?”

“Considering that we’ve never played here before, why don’t we go with two groups of three,” Heymans suggested. “We can split up randomly, choose our colors, and head out.”

“Why don’t we play this first game without the bases?” Jean said. “Just base it on hits. That way we can get a feel for the area first.”

“How are we going to split up randomly?” Vato asked.

“Oh! I can help with that,” Kain said. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. “I know a site where we can enter our names in, and it’ll split us up.”

Roy nodded. “This sounds good to me.” He looked over at Riza. “Any objections?”

She shook her head. “No, not really. I’m good with taking the first round to learn.”

Roy nodded. “Alright, Kain, split us up.”

Kain nodded and entered their names into the site on his phone. In just a few seconds it had both split them up and assigned them colors. Roy, Heymans, and Jean were yellow. Kain, Vato and Riza were red.

Roy frowned a little at the results but nodded. “Alright. Let’s get these vests on, and head out.”

It wasn’t long before the two groups headed out, going through separate doors to enter the laser tag area. It was dark, with only black lights for illumination, as well as some areas with glow in the dark paint. A cold fog lay low to the ground. The walls were pieces of plywood painted mostly gray, sat into bases that locked them in place. Many of the walls had long rectangular areas cut out of them, often no wider than an inch or two, but usually as long as a foot. Some were horizontal, some were vertical, but both offered a look into the other side of the wall. The walls were maze like, making it easy to get turned around.

Riza’s eyes landed on what appeared to be a bridge, solid, and made of the same gray painted plywood, but sturdy enough to go up on.

“Let’s go up there,” she said quietly, nudging her two companions.

“Right.”

“Sure.”

They made their way to it, climbing up the bridge. It was sturdy, thankfully, and it had one covered area, maybe a foot and a half wide. From up there, it was easy to see down below into the maze of walls. The group of three fell silent, looking around. Movement caught Riza’s eye, and she saw Jean walking below. She waited, unsure if the protocol was to go ahead and shoot or not. However, neither Kain nor Vato seemed ready to shoot, and Jean was going to move out of range soon.

Riza quickly made a decision. She raised her laser gun up, settled it in her shoulder, aimed, and pressed the trigger. Jean’s vest went out, and she ducked, hearing his surprise. What she didn’t expect was the way that Vato and Kain stood there and looked down at her, as if trying to figure out what she was doing. Had she done something wrong? Was this not how the game was played?

Suddenly, Vato’s vest went out, and then both he and Kain ducked down, joining her. There were shouts from below, and Riza could hear Heymans and Roy approaching. She waited until she had a good idea of where they were, and then popped up, taking aim once again.

By the end of that round, fifteen minutes, Riza’s team had been, eventually, chased off the bridge, but the two teams had come out about even, with Roy’s just slightly ahead.

For the next game, they split up into twos, Roy and Vato, Havoc and Kain, and Riza and Breda. This time, they did have a base to guard. Riza quickly figured out that she could use the rectangular holes in the walls to shoot through from two or three walls away. Heymans guarded their base, while Riza prowled outside of it, keeping a close eye for any movement. They won that round, taking the least hits and their base not being invaded at all.

In the third game they split back into threes, but this time used the bases. Riza, Havoc, and Kain were teamed up on that one, leaving Roy, Vato and Heymans on the other. Kain’s job was to stay and guard the base. Havoc and Riza went after the other base. In the end, they came to a stalemate on the bases, although Riza and Havoc won for their team with the sheer number of hits they got on Roy and Heymans, who were attempting to go after their base.

In the fourth game, they split up the numbers unevenly, the goal not being the bases, but on taking out the other team. Roy and Riza ended up together on a team, while the others were to pursue them. They ended up on the bridge for a bit, until they were chased off of it, but Riza had found that she could very effectively shoot at people who were coming from there. In the end, they were chased around, but Roy and Riza did come out of it with more points than the others.

In the fifth game, Riza and Havoc got paired together, and by the end of it, everyone else agreed that wasn’t fair. Both of them were far too good at this, able to move quietly, hide well, and take shots that others didn’t see coming. They ended up back on the bridge, Havoc keeping an eye on either entrance, and Riza sniping people from the crest of it. It turned out that, even from the bridge, if she aimed right, she could hit someone who was two or three walls away by going through the cut-outs in them. Riza and Havoc took that game and left the others in the dust.

Game after game was played, with different scenarios, including at least three free-for-alls. Riza found that her favorite place to get was on that bridge where she could see people coming and hit them before they even knew where she was. It was effective, and only Havoc had come close to hitting her back.

“Okay, next to last game,” Roy said as Kain put their names into his phone again. “After this, one more free-for-all, and then we’re done. Remember, highest point winner of the day doesn’t pay for their food.”

They all agreed, and then gathered around Kain’s phone to see what it would spit out.

Two Groups. Green: Roy, Jean, Heymans, Vato, and Kain. Red: Riza

They all pulled back and looked at each other, the boys glancing among themselves before looking at Riza.

“I’m game,” she said. “It might be fun.”

“Are you sure?” Kain asked. “We can reset it. Five against one doesn’t seem fair.”

“It’s just a game,” Riza said. “It’ll be fine. If I lose, then I lose, no big deal.”

“You sure, Riza?” Roy asked.

Riza nodded. “Just so long as we head in separate door, like before.”

“Alright,” Roy said. “Suit up, I guess.”

They headed to get their respective vests, and Heymans pulled Roy in a bit. “You know if we let her get to the high ground, she’s going to have an edge on us,” he said.

“With her aim, she’s gonna have an edge on us no matter what,” Jean said. “She’s good.”

“Yeah,” Roy said, running a hand over his face. “I kinda forgot about it.”

“Forgot she’s got good aim?” Kain asked.

“Yeah, although I don’t know how I did,” Roy said.

“You were probably just excited to spend time with her,” Vato said, ignoring the irritated look Roy shot him.

“Okay, but how is she so good?” Heymans asked.

“She spent most of her life in the countryside,” Roy explained. “She hunted, fished, trapped, and did whatever else she needed to, even when she was young.”

“Why?” Jean questioned. “That seems like a lot.”

Roy shook his head, but it was clear that he was just unwilling to say too much more on the subject. “It got them food,” was all he said.

“Well, we’re gonna have to be careful with her,” Heymans said. “Even five against one, she’s gonna be tough to beat.”

“Right,” Roy said. He looked over at Riza and raised his voice. “You ready?”

“I am,” she called back.

The doors opened, and all of them flooded into the room.

“Alright, we need to get that bridge guarded,” Heymans said. “She’ll try to take it first. Kain, Vato, you take either end. Stay low and wait for her to come to you.” They nodded. “The rest of us should try and—”

He didn’t get to finish his sentence before his vest suddenly shut down, quickly followed by Vato’s.

Heymans cursed, and everyone dropped low.

“Where is she?” Roy asked.

Jean shook his head. “I’d guess from where she shot us, she was over that way,” he said, gesturing, “but I doubt that she’s there now.”

Heymans’ vest booted back up, and Vato’s was right behind it. “You two should still try to get to the bridge and guard it,” he said to Vato and Kain. “It’s still a good plan.”

“Alright,” Roy said. “You two do that. They rest of us will go hunt her down.”

They split, everyone going to do their job. Heymans, Roy, and Jean moved quietly, listening for any sign of her.

“Do you think we should—”

That was all that Jean got out before suddenly his vest went down, and Roy’s did as well. Heymans had ducked the moment he saw what happened to Jean, but his vest shut down as well.

“—that we should split up,” Jean said with a frown.

“Probably for the best,” Roy agreed. “If we’re grouped together, she can get us all easier. Maybe split up we can stand a better chance.”

The three boys split up, but they hadn’t gotten very far before suddenly Kain’s voice was cutting through the darkness. “Hey—how did you--?”

There was the sound of running feet, and then Vato gasped as well. “She’s got the high ground!” he yelled.

“And she keeps shooting my vest right when it’s about to come on!” Fuery said.

“Mine too!” Vato said

“Retreat!” Heymans called out. “We’ll have to figure something else out!”

Riza, in the meantime, grinned to herself as she stood on the bridge, ready to kneel down or move at a moment’s notice. She watched as Kain and Vato retreated and shot them both once more for good measure. She scanned the area, shooting whenever she saw the opportunity. They knew approximately where she was, of course, but they didn’t have the right angle, and there was room to move around on this bridge. They could never be entirely sure where she was.

In the end, she ended up mopping the floor with them, none of them even able to lay a shot on her, while she got them multiple times. The last free-for-all wasn’t much better, with Riza retaking her favorite spot, that bridge, and firing away on anything she saw move. By the time they finished all their games, Riza had not only gotten the highest score out of all of them, but she had gotten the highest score of all time at the establishment.

“Alright, you’ve got to teach me how you do it,” Jean said, slinging an arm around her shoulders as they all walked out. It was dark by now, and they were all pretty hungry.

Riza just shot him an amused grin. “It’s just practice, really.”

“That,” Roy said, pushing between the two a bit, “and she’s just always had really good aim.”

“That’s useful too,” Riza admitted.

“However, you did it, it was pretty amazing!” Kain said flipping around to walk backwards for a moment so he could see her as they walked. “I didn’t even see you most of the time, even when I knew where you were! And you were so quiet when you moved!”

“You have to be, to hunt,” she said.

“It’s still quite impressive,” Vato said. “Even more so as you seemed to learn all of the creakiest places quickly.”

“However, she did it, her food’s on us,” Heymans said. He looked over at her. “Just don’t order anything too expensive, alright?”

Riza could hear the teasing in his voice. “At the burger shack? I don’t think they know what expensive is.”

“I think she at least deserves some ice cream for breaking the all-time record,” Roy said, slipping his hand into hers and squeezing it.

“That does sound nice,” she admitted, squeezing his hand back.

“Alright! Burgers and ice cream all around!” Jean said. “Hey—Heymans! Bet I can beat you there!”

The small restaurant was in eyesight by now, and Heymans eyeballed it. “You’re on,” he said.

The two took off, and Vato and Kain hooped and hollered, cheering them on. Roy and Riza walked behind them, hand in hand, and quiet smiles on their faces.

“Thank you for inviting me,” Riza said, softly.

“Of course,” Roy said. “I wanted you to have some fun.”

“And you know I miss hunting and target practice,” she said.

“Maybe,” he said with a grin. He paused. “But you did have a good time?”

“The best I’ve had in ages,” Riza said.

“Good.” Roy said. “That’s all I wanted out of today.”

They caught up to the others, Jean and Heymans already arguing over who won the race, while Vato examined the menu he had memorized and Kain tried to play peacekeeper, satisfied with the day and with this moment. As the laughter and the voices rose up over the music that was playing, Riza knew that she’d never forget this day.

[moxfirefly]

Hi!

Can I ask you to do a fic about some numbers of the 200 prompts? If it's not a problem for you... ✨🥺👉🏻👈🏻✨

Maybe 51, 110 and 144 with Donnie and a fem reader? 🥺💜✨

I imagine that he's alone with the reader and she's listening some music. They're talking and then some songs with 'hot' lyrics or with 'sex vibe start to play, u know? Like Call Out My Name (The Weeknd), Chateau (blackbear)... They like each other so they get horny and end up fucking like animals. :)))

(The + kinky the better. I'm a horny™ girl xd)

Ps: If it's too much work or something don't worry. I don't want you to do something that you don't want/can :)❤️✨

Ps 2: I love your blog ❤️

As a member of the Donnie thirst brigade I’m more than happy to just give out some shameless smut with that tall sassy nerd. Also you had me at The Weeknd so yes. Took a small liberty with the music hope you dig it.

Goes without saying,

Rated Explicit (18+ Years Only)

“You give me energy, make me feel lightweight”

It starts with a simple question, a small fixation you’ve had when it comes to Donatello and your rapidly growing crush on him.

It’s a silly question, possibly even a comical one, but nevertheless an interesting one.

You’re both in his room, the ever changing LED lights accompanying the two of you while music drones out of his speakers. Inside the nook he barely sleeps in but still smells of him. Opposite each other, with your foot buried beneath his strong legs because you’re easily cold. That small detail of having Donnie’s hand resting close to your ankle making you smile.

Being best friends naturally meant that all manner of conversations have been had. Fun topics, curiosities of life and even some personal things you wouldn’t actually discuss with just anybody.

So you ask it,

“What’s a must have song in a sex playlist” You grin, wondering if this might be the time you both reach a TMI moment, but Donnie doesn’t disappoint. “I believe the mood is a big factor there, there is no sole correct answer” He throws back with a knowing smile. You slip your feet from under his thigh and opt out to prop them up on his lap, and on auto pilot he grabs them giving the soles of your feet a squeeze.

“Define mood? mood for sex is pretty straightforward and there’s gotta be a must have on said sex playlist” You retort back, enjoying how he just starts massaging your feet. “True but what I’m referring more is the mood of the moment, is it a loving mood? A kinky mood?” You wiggle your toes when he catches a ticklish spot. His answer absolutely delights you so you prod just a little more.

“Ok follow up, you’ve got a girl on your bed and she’s got the hots for you, what are you playing to set the mood just right?” You lean back, proud of yourself with the sheepish smile Donnie sports, making him flush was one of your favorite past times.

“Depends, is this girl kinky? Is she vanilla?” He pushes up his glasses when you make an ‘oh’ sound. “I think you like vanilla girls” You enunciate your statement by poking him with your foot.

“Y/n I’m seriously hurt, all this time as friends and you think vanilla girls are my favorite?” He shook his head with a snort.

“Donatello well I’ll be, we gotta circle back to that in a bit. So final answer, what are you playing when this hypothetical girl is giving you bedroom eyes?” You found his gaze, a shy smile gracing his features. Donnie leaned over plucking a tablet from his many little Knick knacks in the nook. He scrolled for a bit, swiping his finger upwards before a pleased look appeared on his face.

The familiar bass beat made your eyebrows shoot up in surprise. “Streets by Doja Cat? Really?” He nodded placing the tablet back in its stand. “Don’t approve?” He asked, you shook your head. “Au Contraire, I’d jump anybodies bones who’d play that to set the mood” The two of you looked at one another, Donnie eyes carefully scanning over your features, assessing a mile a minute in that brilliant mind of his.

“Are you trying to seduce me?” He followed the tip of your tongue sneaking out before you bit down on your bottom lip.

“Depends. Are you seducible?” You felt his hands run down your feet, gripping your ankles.

Donnie moved your legs, scooting closer to you with an unreadable expression. You didn’t register holding your breath until you reached for his glasses. Setting them aside you inched closer towards his lips. Donnie closed the remaining space, catching your lower lip between his lips, he kissed softly chastely leaving you somewhat hanging for what you hoped would be a deep kiss.

“You’re such a needy baby” His smile spread and you felt your heart skip a beat.

Oh. So that’s how he wanted to play.

You were ready to crash your lips onto his but felt his hand wrap around your throat, the way your pupils dilated only made him chuckle softly. “Call me vanilla again” His thumb caressed your throat, the sensation soothing but only making your stomach flip flop on itself. You were about to let another sass laced comment fall from your lips when his hand slid up, cupping your chin, rubbing the pad of his thumb across your lips.

God if he didn’t jump you by now you were going to scream.

“Donnie-“ He slid said thumb into your mouth and on command your eyes closed, where the fuck and how the fuck was he being this cocky and sure of himself?

Feeling the bed dip and said digit in your mouth disappear your eyes shot open. Donnie was pleased as punch with how stricken you looked. You bit the inside of your cheeks, pressing your thighs together. Time to level the playing field. You smoothed out your skirt, sitting up better to entice him with your legs.

“Chicken” You smirked.

“You can do better than that, Y/n” Donnie made sure the space was safe and no interruptions would take place, he toned down the colors of the lights. For a fraction the air of cockiness left him. “Are sure about this? Do you want to keep going?” Ever the gentleman, you gave your answer by hooking your fingers in his belt loops and tugging him closer. You backed up into the nook, Donnie knelt on the bed, astride your hips, eyes focused on taking in the details he’d often fantasized about.

“You already know how this one will end” You ran a hand up that hard plastron, the sensation making you curious, gently you placed open mouthed kisses. You felt him inhale deeply as you slowly undid the button of his pants. His hand came to rest behind your hair, digging into the scalp as you continue your trail of kisses.

“This your plan all along?” You snapped off his suspenders. “Too obvious I’ve been wanting to fuck my best friend silly?” Donnie swallowed, hands untying his signature mask, he tugged you down onto his bed, he’d never seen an image so beautiful and right. Without hesitation his hands cupped your breast through the thin fabric of your shirt. He buried his face between them, all tension rolling off those broad shoulders in shuddering breaths. “You smell perfect” Came his muffled reply between your breast. You raised your hips, trying to find some friction which Donnie was happy to provide with a roll of his hips.

That felt big, that felt way too good. “I feel better I can assure you” That definitely caused a deep churr to vibrate from within him. Explorations can be resumed for another time, right now you wanted him to feel the mess he had caused with such simple touches and words. Somewhere around breathing each others hard gasps, you felt your skirt being pushed up, as you nudged his pants further down with your foot. Donnie was super glued to your lips, even as hands explored, cupping, grabbing, running along the product of his torture.

With a plead that you pressed against his throat you felt Donnie throw your leg over his hip, your hand disappearing between the two of your to guide his hard slick cock to your aching core. There on your sides you met eyes as he pushed into you so deliberately slow, not just to not hurt you but to watch that very second where your gaze comprehended the sensation of him. Your knuckles ran the edges of his shell before landing at his neck. Each thrust sending waves of dizzying pleasure.

Donnie pressed his forehead against yours, that cockiness replaced by pure bliss, mouth agape and eyes shut tight as he moved with each of your wanton sounds. “Donnie look at me, want you to look at me when you cum” Your voice trembled when his eyes fluttered open and you saw such a debauched display. This time you grinned breathless as you wrapped a hand around his neck. “Yes, just like that baby, for me come on” You moaned when his hips began to stutter ruthlessly.

Kissing Donnie as he started to cum was possibly going to be your favorite thing from now on. He went to limp against you but still kept a bruising hold on you as he filled you up and made you so warm. Running the tips of your finger across his cheek you saw that sated smile appear. Slowly disentangling you he slid down moving your legs apart, and already you knew that there was no stoping this.

You were both simply hooked.

[sassycassie-s-writing]

Don’t Tell Your Brother

By: SassyShoulderAngel319

Fandom/Character(s): DC, BatFam - Jason Todd/Red Hood

Rating: PG-11/T- (this one’s got a bad word in it lol XD)

Original Idea: These kinds of stories are always fun. Either best friend’s big brother or big brother’s best friend... yeah, I’m weak for it. XD

Notes: (Masterlist)(By Character)(About Me) This one is short but sweet. At about 1,200 words, this is about the length a lot of my older one-shots were before everything started getting carried away. I’ve had it in my head for several days and finally got it written down. @jason-redhood @welovegroot

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Knock-knock-knock!

Jason looked up from his book. $#!+, did Bruce find this place? he thought. He got up and crept to the door and looked through the peephole.

Worse. It’s Roy’s kid sister, he thought. I know you’ve liked her forever but she’s still your best friend’s little sister. And said best friend will murder your face off if he catches you flirting with her. Be cool but friendly and don’t flirt. Say something like, “Hey Harper, how you been?”

He opened the door. “Sup, brat?”

Aaand you blew it. Great job, Todd.

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I smirked. “Not much, how about you—dick?”

“Dick’s my brother’s name. I’m Jason,” he teased.

“Oh I know. If I wanted to insult you by calling you one of your brothers’ names I’d call you Tim.”

He paused. Offense crept over his expression. “That world work,” he admitted.

Both of us laughed. He leaned against the doorframe. “So I’m guessing you’re looking for Roy?”

“Guessed right. Seen him?”

“He’s passed out in the spare room, sleeping off a hangover.”

My face dropped. “Has he been drinking again?”

Jason hunched his shoulders and cringed guiltily. “Well… it was my birthday like a month ago and Roy couldn’t come to Gotham to celebrate with me so since he was dropping by we decided to…” He cleared his throat. “Well. We went to karaoke.”

I snorted so hard I hurt my throat. “Karaoke. You took my tone-deaf brother to karaoke?”

“In my defense it was one of those private room places. So no one had to hear it. And the tablet that lets you pick the songs also lets you order drinks from the front. We thought we’d just get a margarita and call it good; but Roy ordered me another one for my birthday and after that we lost track. I tend to hold my liquor better than he does, so… yeah he’s sleeping off a hangover and I’m not as bad.” He shrugged. “Come on in. Let me get you something to drink. Water? Tea? Soda? Coffee?”

“Water’s fine,” I said. Jason let me into his apartment and I stood awkwardly on the welcome mat.

“Sit down, make yourself comfortable!” He waved toward the sofa as he walked to the kitchen.

I stared at his back. His blue T-shirt stretched taut between his shoulder blades. The way his jeans hugged his thighs tight enough to show off his muscles but loose enough to be comfortable.

I stumbled to the couch and sat down. Get a hold of yourself, Harper, I thought harshly. He’s your brother’s best friend! It doesn’t matter how hot you think he is—Roy will kill you if he catches you flirting with him!

Jason came and sat on the other end of the sofa, handing me a water bottle. “Alright. I gotta ask. Batman doesn’t even know I have this place. How did you?” He draped his arm over the back of the sofa so his hand was inches from my shoulder.

“Roy told me. Said if he went MIA and didn’t check in I should look for him in a couple different places. I knew he was in Gotham so I figured I’d check here. I haven’t heard from him in almost a day so I came running. Wanted to make sure he wasn’t, you know, dead in a ditch somewhere.”

“Nah. Not on my watch.” Jason fixed me with a stare. “You’re a good sister to him, brat.”

I snorted. “Do you ever change?” I asked. “Always mean to me!”

“I’m not mean to you—I’m teasing you. I’m a big brother too, I know the difference.”

“You absolutely do not. I’ve watched the way your family works. All of you were an only child before being thrown together as siblings and none of you inherently knew how to handle it. I was adopted too—but since it was when I was a baby and Roy was little he learned how to be a brother fast and I never knew anything but being a little sister. Believe me when I say, you’re not teasing. You’re being mean.”

Jason lounged with a characteristic devil-may-care posture. “Well. Maybe I’d like to be nice to you but I’m scared that if your brother saw me being nice he’d misconstrue it as flirting and murder my face off. Did that ever occur to you?”

“Why would it?” I retorted. “You’ve never been nice to me. Mildly friendly when Roy’s not around maybe, but never nice. Doesn’t matter how hot you are if your personality is that of a—” I cut myself off and swore under my breath as an impish smirk started pulling on Jason’s face. “That didn’t come out right. What I meant was—”

“Little Harper thinks I’m hot,” Jason interrupted, tone full of relish.

I rolled my eyes. “This was a mistake. Tell Roy I’m staying at Daisy’s.” I got up and stalked to the door.

Jason somehow beat me to it, blocking my path. The guy had to be over two-hundred pounds. No way I could shove him out of the way. I was strong for my size—but not that strong. Not when his feet were planted like that. “Come on, Harper. I’m just messing with you.” He was still smirking, arms crossed over his chest in the way boys did to make their arm muscles look bigger. I wondered, vaguely, if his shirt sleeves hurt him where they were digging into his muscles at the seams.

“Let me out,” I said flatly. “I’m not having this conversation with you.”

Jason sighed, dropping his arms and pushing his hands into his pockets. “Look, I’m sorry,” he said. “I run my mouth a lot. I’m sorry for hurting your feelings.” He huffed. “Can I tell you something?”

“I have no choice. I can’t leave. You’re in the way.”

Jason glanced at the ceiling with a tiny smile. “True.” His expression turned grave. “Truth of the matter is, I find you… really attractive. Have ever since we first met.” If it weren’t Jason Todd, I would have thought his face was turning red. “I guess you could say I have a crush on you. I just never said anything because I know Roy wouldn’t approve.”

“You’d think he would,” I remarked. “You’d think he’d know both of us well enough to know whether or not we’d actually work well with one another.”

“You’d think,” Jason said.

Well, he admitted it first. Nothing to lose now, I thought. “For what it’s worth,” I said, “I have a crush on you, too.”

His face lit up. “Really?” I nodded. He gathered me into a hug. “That’s all I could have ever hoped for.” He glanced over the top of my head toward the hallway that led to the bedrooms, then looked back at me. “Can… can I kiss you?” He bit his lower lip, looking awkward.

I smiled. “You can,” I said with a smile.

Beaming, he leaned down. His lips brushed my ear as he whispered, “Don’t tell your brother.”

Then he was kissing me. His body was warm where he was pressed against me and his lips were soft. I took a deep breath through my nose as I wrapped my arms around him, eyelids fluttering closed. He smelled musky and a bit citrus-y and I could taste his chapstick. Vanilla, if I wasn’t mistaken.

Our arms tightened around one another. Jason tilted his head for a better angle and cooed softly. I sighed. Content.

He pulled away after several long moments. “I think we have some things to talk about, Harper.”

“We absolutely do, Todd,” I replied.