#need to visit places where they give you something for wearing a costume

[riguri]

wooooo almost Halloween (i dress the same way as i always do but instead of barking at me people think it's my costume now)

[vanteguccir]

chris w a marvel nerd gf

── ୨୧ !　HEADCANON;

　　　　　　　　　𝒄𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒐𝒍𝒐 x reader

　　　༻✦༺ 　༻✧༺　༻✦༺

Where you're Chris's girlfriend and obsessed with Marvel <3

──　Chris first noticed your Marvel obsession when you casually dropped a deep-cut reference during a conversation. You were talking about something unrelated in a friend's hangout, and suddenly, you quoted Tony Stark with a mischievous smile. Chris’s quickly recognized it from one of those Marvel edits that show up on his TikTok from time to time. From that moment, he knew you were special.

──　Chris loves planning dates around your Marvel obsession. He surprises you with movie marathons at home, where he’s bought your favorite snacks and even ordered limited-edition Marvel-themed blankets and pillows to make it feel like a cozy theater experience. Sometimes, he’ll even dress up in a Marvel-themed t-shirt - that you made him buy - just to see your face light up when you notice.

──　Knowing how much you love the MCU, Chris often surprises you with rare or vintage Marvel comics. He’ll visit specialty comic book stores or browse online for hours to find issues that feature your favorite characters. He loves watching your reaction as you open the gift, your eyes sparkling with excitement as you carefully flip through the pages.

──　You’re constantly discussing Marvel theories with Chris, sometimes late into the night. Whether it’s speculating on future MCU plot twists or debating the morality of certain characters, Chris loves listening to your passionate insights. Even if he doesn’t always have the same level of knowledge, he’s deeply engaged and loves hearing your perspective. He often jokes about how you should have your own Marvel theory YouTube channel.

──　When a new Marvel movie is about to be released, Chris makes it an event. He’ll buy tickets for the earliest showing possible and might even suggest wearing matching Marvel-themed outfits. On the day of the release, he’ll clear his schedule and refuse to film any new video, knowing how much it means to you to be among the first to experience the film. Your excitement is contagious, and he finds himself getting just as pumped up as you.

──　Your place is filled with Marvel collectibles; action figures, posters, Funko Pops, and more. Chris always finds a way to add to your collection, whether it’s a rare figure he stumbled upon or a custom-made piece featuring your favorite characters. Sometimes, he even helps you rearrange your display shelves to make room for new additions, joking about how you might need an extra room soon. When it comes to the limit of not having any more free space on your house, he brings the new ones he bought to his own house and puts it on his room.

──　If you’re into cosplay, Chris is your biggest fan and supporter. He’ll help you gather materials, give you feedback on your designs, and even assist with makeup and costume details. When you’re at a convention, he’s right by your side, taking pictures of you in character and proudly posting them on social media with captions like, "Look at my superhero!". He’s also the type to hype you up in front of others, making sure everyone knows how much effort and passion you put into your cosplay.

──　Watching Marvel movies together is a regular activity in your relationship. Even if you’ve both seen them countless times, it never gets old. Chris loves seeing how you react to your favorite scenes, and he always smiles when you recite lines word for word. He’s learned which moments in the movies are your favorites, and sometimes he’ll nudge you playfully just before they happen, sharing a knowing look.

──　When you’re out shopping together and you spot Marvel merch, Chris encourages you to indulge. Whether it’s a new t-shirt, a limited-edition figure, or even Marvel-themed kitchenware, he’s always happy to see you so excited. He’ll often sneak items into the cart when you’re not looking, only to surprise you when you get home.

──　Because of his fame and how media knows Chris has an obsessed Marvel girlfriend, he often receives invites for you both to attend Marvel movie premieres together. In there, Chris loves watching you take it all in; the energy of the crowd, the excitement in the air, and your wide-eyed awe at seeing your favorite characters on the big screen. He’s always by your side, holding your hand, and whispering little comments in your ear during the movie, making the experience even more special.

──　Whenever there’s Marvel news - whether it’s a new movie announcement, a casting update, or a trailer drop - Chris is the first to send it your way. He loves seeing your reaction, especially when you get excited about something new. Sometimes, he’ll wait until you’re together to show you, just so he can see your face light up in person.

──　Chris fully supports your Marvel obsession and never makes you feel like it’s silly or too much. He loves that you’re so passionate about something and appreciates how it brings out your playful and enthusiastic side. Sometimes, when you’re having a tough day, he’ll put on your favorite Marvel movie or bring you a new comic to cheer you up, knowing it’s an instant mood booster.

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A/N: I totally mirrored myself on this one, I've been a Marvel obsessed girl since I was born, and Marvel is definitely part of my everyday life 😭🥺🩷

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Ello! Can I request Fnaf movie Mike meeting like a Homeless kid who lives in the pizzeria who gives him tips and tricks to survive headcanons? Basically to confuse the robots they like wear the head of a offbrand/prototype Crow animatronic? They just chill and goof around but remain out of sight from the famous man behind the slaughter and his daughter? :3

Ever since you've made Freddy Fazbear's Pizza into your "home", you quickly learned the ins and outs of the establishment.

You knew what times the animatronics automatically started their shows, where all the security camera blindspots were, how to make a pizza quick and easy, etc.

Above all else, however, you knew how to avoid those robots so they didn't try to make you like them.

Normally, they'd be protective over children--they weren't hostile because you were a homeless kid breaking in and living there.

It's the missing kids themselves.

They've visited your dreams, and every time it ends the same way: with Cassidy asking if you wanted to "join" them and getting frustrated when you refused.

You learned what happened to them and communicated via drawings for a while...until you accidentally broke something, which made them assume you were deliberately trying to destroy the place.

So you've been playing a sort of cat-and-mouse game since, often pranking them and thwarting their attempts to capture you, but never meaning anything ill by it.

If anything, they seem to like these little games, too.

After reading some old employee handbooks, you discovered that the animatronics have a programming glitch that makes them confuse humans for endoskeletons without suits on--and they'd use lethal ways to "fix" them.

Conveniently, you've found a costume head of a crow (likely from a partner of Freddy's or some ripoff brand) backstage, and after successfully tricking Foxy with it...you realized how helpful this could be to the security guards who've applied here and "vanished".

Fastforward to when you meet Mike, fully aware he's the next guard to possibly die (the last one got himself killed before you could even properly warn him in advance--not that he would have believed you anyways).

He's understandably concerned bc you're just a kid who's all alone here with no family, and given his trauma....he suddenly feels like he needs to protect you.

Instead, though, it's the opposite.

"Slide that toolbox in front of the floor vent."

He eyes you strangely, wondering why a kid was bossing him around. "...why?"

"Trust me."

The second Mike does that, he jumps as something starts growling and slamming against the vent's grates, clearly trying to get out and failing as it retreats soon after.

"What the hell was that??"

"Probably just rats." You innocently shrug. "Or Mr. Cupcake who seems especially hungry tonight."

"I'm sorry....the cupcake moves?"

You realize he's absolutely clueless, so you tell him about the animatronics and their routines, showing him the crow costume head.

He's impressed that you know so much about this place (like you were an employee), but he doesn't believe they're capable of doing any harm until later on.

When he brings Abby, you easily see through the facade they're all putting on for her, but you play along with their antics while building the pillow fort (although you avoid talking or looking at Vanessa, never trusting her nor the yellow rabbit your "friends" spoke of).

During the final night where you both rescue her from Chica, you urge Mike to use the crow mask to trick Bonnie and Freddy.

He was certain it'll never work.

They couldn't be that dumb....surely they'll know it's him trying to sneak backstage..

Plus the mask was stuffy and heavy, and he just think it's easier to taze them.

But at your insistence, he tries it on and is shocked when they stare at him for a moment, before continuing their scheduled "show", completely unaware of his ruse.

It does make him wonder how you figured that out all on your own..

[ad-hawkeye]

a big list of my favorite little alkaid moments

[modern] being found absolutely conked out in the snow on the mountain. that's one way to have a meet cute i guess.

[modern] alkaid's "morning call service" where he calls mc each morning pretending to be a hotel help desk staff member reminding her to wake up... only to keep it short sometimes because he can't bring himself to wake her up

[modern] whatever sort of Beep inside joke they have going on where they pretend to make a reservation or selection for each other

[modern] alkaid requesting to do the ET finger touch thing when talking about aliens with mc

[modern] mc claiming that she's the dangerous one of the two when it comes to her and alkaid.

[modern] beanie and sparkles having cat play dates. alkaid also using "sparkles would like to see beanie" as an excuse to see mc.

[modern] the only time this alkaid had a murderous look in his eyes was when someone tried to hurt sparkles.

[modern] "hey don't feel down! as long as you try your best, you can definitely become a horrible person!" "......! well if you really think so, then i'll give it a try."

[modern] alkaid being a natural flirt to the point where he doesn't even realize he's doing it sometimes, but being unable to take what he dishes by getting blushy or bashful when mc flirts with him instead.

[modern, halloween] alkaid absolutely struggling to put on the angel wings for his costume and needing mc to help him get the second wing on.

[modern, halloween] mc lamenting that she can't resist eating some of the candy she makes and alkaid being like. oh no. no, that's not falling to temptation, that's just taste testing. and it is Totally your duty.

[modern, halloween] alkaid apologizing for being too forward even though all he did was say he liked mc's bouquet for him the most. someone lock this man up, we are NOT safe with him on the streets.

[modern, princess day] alkaid being "deathly terrified of screwing up" bartending for princess day for mc so he practices.. for hours…. and hours…

[modern, love day] if mc chooses to look at the scenic photos alkaid took at the carnival, alkaid will jokingly claim the ones of him and her are now his and yoink them away from her

[modern, love day] alkaid saying mc can act like a cat when she visits his place, only for her to meow at him and step on his foot

[godheim] alkaid asking for a hug before he overexerts his magic and then goofily proclaiming that he's "so scandalous!" before giving mc another side hug.

[godheim] mc and alkaid's banter where alkaid initially says "good girl" to her for keeping her eyes closed during his magical overexertion, only for mc to say "you're being such a good boy" to his frozen body in the carriage, where his eyelids just barely twitch in vague annoyance.

[godheim] speaking of being frozen. he heard and saw everything mc did while he was in that state. so that was definitely him responding to her. he also remembered her kissing him. he refuses to answer mc when she asks if he was conscious.

[godheim] zack calling alkaid out on wearing his old mage outfit simply bc mc likes it. alkaid just smiles and is like hey. quiet. you might wake her up and she'll hear. that's not how you treat the guy who saved your life 🥺🥺

[godheim] alkaid's support for ayn and mc during ayn's route and helping the two of them escape.

[godheim] during the hunting event, alkaid has to be forced into participating by lars' orders. even then he still doesn't participate and proceeds to buy all of the meat at the market place with the money he and mc made off of his magic tricks. he claims this is definitely not cheating. mc agrees.

[eden] there's not a ton for eden since that world's alkaid is the equivalent of a sopping wet pitiful cat, but there's something endearing about alkaid learning all of his social graces and dating etiquette from old books. the prefect had to sit and watch all of this like some sort of long suffering older brother forced to play dolls or whatever

[eden] alkaid panicking and running off when mc asked him to find the missing boy who called for help.

[eden] out of all of the things he could have chosen to wear, alkaid picks out this like. coquette?? pretty boy tuxedo? WITH a cunty little earring? good for him... good for him!

[eden] he also makes a bunch of little model dioramas with houses, gardens and people in them. if he ever went to the modern world he would LOVE michael's.

[eden] in his epilogue, alkaid remade his little lantern with him and mc in it because she was the only one who could stir any kind of feeling in him after losing his emotions. he gets very embarrassed if she finds this out.

[octuscle]

I have always wanted to try some gay bars around my area, yet I have never managed to actually go to one, I don't think I will fit in at all. Yesterday I received a flyer from a local leather bar popular with the older guys about some kind of party tonight. I'm thinking about going but can't manage the courage, is there any way you could help ?

From my own experience, the biggest problem when visiting a leather and fetish club for the first time is not your outfit. You can even come in a pink tooth fairy costume if your attitude is right. Are you unhappy with your body? No problem, if you're still bursting with self-confidence. Once you've got to the point where you're lying in a sling or fucking someone who's lying in a sling, it doesn't really matter what you look like.

Don't worry, I'll make sure you make a grand entrance. It is now 5pm. You're currently 23 years old and haven't really had much experience with rough sex. We'll change that. I'll make you five years older within the next five hours. Five years in which you have had fun every weekend in the relevant bars. Online dating? Cybersex? For you, that's for sissies. You want to feel and smell your partner's sweat during sex. And for you, shooting your semen into a tissue is a waste. It should end up in someone else's face or ass. And if you get fucked yourself, at least on your chest or in your face.

Do you notice how you change? How your self-confidence grows. How you look at the people around you in the underground. And how you yourself attract more and more glances. You are an alpha stallion. Let me adjust a few things. Three times a week to the gym. You have a career at work. You're an alpha. That gives you the money to invest in leather. These things aren't cheap. But you love the smell. Army? Rubber? Skinhead? All hot fetishes. But you need the feeling of black leather on your skin.

When you get off the underground, you grab the crotch of the hot guy opposite you with your leather gloves as a farewell. And then you head for the toilet of the underground station with your heavy boots. Totally filthy place. But with glory holes. And sure enough, there's someone waiting on the stall next to you. You haven't had sex for two days. And you gratefully get a blowjob before dinner.

In the burger restaurant you stand right at the entrance. A couple of guys think you're the bouncer. With your black bomber jacket and short-cropped hair, that's not far-fetched. What if your colleagues saw you now? No one would recognise you without your tailor-made suits. At least not at first glance.

After the burger, you go out for a beer or two. You're already wearing the full outfit. Leather jeans. Leather shirt. People gawk and drool. But you only have eyes for guys in leather. Too bad, there are none in the gay bar today. More like young party people. So it's better to move straight on to the leather bar.

On the street, at the stairs down to the bar in the basement, there are a few really hot guys smoking cigarettes. Beginners. You put a fat Dominco Presidente in your mouth. And exchange glances with the bearded leather master standing on the railing of the basement stairs. He stubs out his cigarette, takes the cigar from your mouth and grabs your chin with his other leather-gloved hand. Wouldn't you like to put something else big in your mouth?

After a few minutes, the two of you are the attraction in the dark room. This is a promising start to a horny weekend. Make the most of it!

[mmmmmmmmmmmmsoup]

Yandere x Gardener reader 2.0

(This post is like another root from the story tree. But instead of talking about David, we talk about a new customer of yours, Cash)

Warning: Yandere, stalking, nsfw?

• so now that you were working at more locations, and keeping your distance from David, you found yourself on a ranch

• Not your ranch of course, but a costumers

• a man named cash wanted some help tending to his mothers garden

• his mother was growing to that age where things didn’t come easy, and not that he couldn’t take care of the garden himself, he just didn’t have the time

• he had cows, chickens, and crops to take care of. But he still wanted to make his mama happy

• that’s where you come in. A few times a week you would come by, weeding, dead heading, and watering the flowers

• Cash and his mother also had a green house full of veggies and some other edible things, you took care of that too

• now the first time you met Cash, he was quiet  and you had no idea if even liked you

• but that didn’t matter, he hired you to work, and work you did! Plus, the view you got to see while working was beautiful, just a valley of rolling hills

• and Cashes view of you was… well, let’s say he had a hard time looking away

• at first Cash didn’t really pay much time to you, you had a job to do and so did he. and as long as you did your job well, there wouldn’t be an issue

• he was also a little embarrassed to having to hire you, he wished he could just take care of the garden himself but alas, there just weren’t enough hours in the day

• he liked that you had manners. He had told you if you harvested any fruits or veggies to just bring them inside and put them on the kitchen counter

• and every time you did, you’d knock, make sure him and or his mama was aware of your present and quietly walk to the kitchen

• sometimes you even asked his mama if she needed anything like a snack or a glass of water, he thought that was sweet

• sometimes you’d leave a small bouquet of flowers freshly plucked from the garden and place it in the living room for him and his mama to see

• he thought you were a sweet girl, he didn’t dig much further then that, he didn’t want to

• but one day, when Cash was heading to the house for lunch, he saw you.

• you were ripping a small old stump out of the ground, and Cash just couldn’t look away

• you were wearing a tank top, sweating, covered in dirt, and your muscles flexing

(even if you don’t think your that muscly irl, trust me, if you ever do get gardening as a job, you will develop muscle)

• oh lord, this man just turned into a blushing mess

• ever since that day, he started paying attention to you more

• you see, Cash always came home for lunch, and the window above the sink, where he washed dishes was in perfect view of the garden

• also in perfect view was your ass when you bent over to pluck a flower or whatever else you were doing

• he started washing dishes by hand a lot more

• anytime you suggest something for the garden, that be a certain tool, plant, or pest control, you’d find it either in the shed during your next visit or he would straight up give you money to go buy it

• and he would totally give you too much money too. If you ever try to give him his change back, he would refuse and just say it’s your tip

• one day you had told him how people’s gardens were being ruined during the nights and within three days, he had updated his whole security system (by the way, this man is like rich, so he already had gates and a pretty good security system)

• he even set up some cameras facing the garden, only for security reason of course… no other reason

• he just likes you ok, and has no idea how to show it

• not only were you sweet, a hard worker, and hot as fuck, but his mama loved you

• “that gardener is such a lovely lady, and does such a nice job on my garden!”

• mama would 100% bake cookies for you and put them in a container for you to take home

• Cash thought highly of what his mother thought, and if she liked you, I mean????

• If his garden produced to many of a certain vegetable, he would just give you the extra (saving on that grocery bill gorl)

• one day when cash had a little bit more free time, he chose to have a picnic with his mama, he was thinking about asking you to join, but his mama beat him to it

• “hello y/n, me and my son are having a picnic, you should join us”

• you looked behind her to see Cash, looking slightly bashful and quick to look away when he noticed you staring

• “sure, I’d love too!”

• Cash laid down a blanket, and sat between you and his mama

• you ate some sandwiches with some home grown veggies on the side, and of course cookies made by mama her self

• you all had a nice chat, mainly mama asking about you

• cash learned how you liked to dabble in art, drawing, painting, photography, you name it you’ve probably tried it

• and just other little things like family, where your from, if you go to school or not, stuff like that

• like dam, you just keep getting better and better

• the more he learned about you, the more he liked you

• he was also thankful his mama was the one handling the conversation part, he was never great at socializing

• he also had a hard time focusing on what was being said when his eyes kept wondering to your soft lips

• fuck, he’s blushing so hard

• ever since that picnic happened, mama totally knows what’s up ;)

• she thinks it’s cute that her son FINALLY has a crush, maybe she will actually get some more grandkids!

• so every now and then she ask you to help cash with something or maybe the other way around, just so you spend more time together

• cash gets so embarrassed every time

This post is getting too long! How did I do? Any tips, tricks? Let me know!

Also what do you think about David and cash?

Whenever I’m talking about cash, I’ll probably always post it as a 0.2 chapter, like I did here

[nyctophiliq]

Hi mossy moss!! Ive been so down bad for Ashe lately so id like to ask for something for her! can be nsfw or fluffy stuff, or both, whatever your little heart desires :))

and ofc pls continue to take care of yourself! eat your meals and drink lots of water!! kisskiss🫶🏽🫶🏽

✮ —SUGAR MOMMY! ASHE ; elizabeth caledonia ashe

minors dni. afab! reader, both sfw and nsfw ! — lowercase writing intended, sugar mommy! ashe, modern au, warning for any nsfw theme

moss’ notes. HI CELESTE 💗 thank you for requesting, hope this is something that fulfills your request, have a nice day kiss you too drink lots and lots of water :)

— 𝐒𝐅𝐖

ashe did whatever any successful woman would- lead a company, pocket all the money she could, make herself rich, then give back to the community that deserves it in her eyes. she had more than enough money to splurge on, all those generous men who were out to wife her and have her shares of her own company were more than willing to sign a check as high as the tallest mountains and then six extra zeros after it.

your run-in with her wasn't accidental, she had her eye on you for a while, mostly ever since you moved to the town that was not so far away from her hideout. you had something that she couldn't quite put her fingers on, she just knew she wanted to have you. conveniently, a time and place presented itself for her to ask you to be her sugar baby.

elizabeth likes to keep in touch with you, to know that you're safe and well. sometimes she'll call you at night while sprawled on her sofa with a bottle of scotch just to talk to you about all sorts of things. she'll ask about your day if you have eaten and if there's anything she can do to help you, sending money, getting bob to do your shopping- she got you covered in every aspect you could think of.

do you feel neglected? she hasn't been taking you out in such a long time? expect the most luxurious dinner date that night. she is fond of pricey restaurants, having the candles lit, expensive alcohol, and little plates that cost more than they should.

you don't have a dress for that kind of dinner date? done. shoes, bags, clothes, jewelry, perfumes, cars, money... whatever you need just ask her and she will get you as soon as. you see it, you like it, you want it, and she gets it for you.

there is no argument about if you would like to wear that costume-made necklace/bracelet with her initials on it or 'property of elizabeth caledonia ashe' carved into the gold plate, you will wear it.

whenever it was a fundraising gala for any kind of charity you were present, on ashe's side with one arm around your waist at all times, showing you off and offering you the better drinks from the top shelf.

any kind of break she has you will have ti too because she is taking you on an extraordinary trip to a surprise destination. if you don't like it she can change plans one minute to wherever you'd like to go.

— 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖

elizabeth is a busy woman, holding an empire up all by herself and filling out all those papers, going to those meetings, and having to listen to everyone's needs and wants, she had very little time on her hand. but that doesn't mean, however, that she doesn't need to have her needs met and this is where you come in.

driving with her anywhere never fails to be exciting. she drives idly, her hand on your knee while she makes small talk, with each passing minute her hand lingering upwards until she has the car pulled over in the night with you in the back seat, under her.

she likes gifting lingerie- the pretties sets for her prettiest darling, every day a new and different set. whenever she can, she delivers them herself discreetly wrapped up sometimes with a little bow on the tip if it's a rather eye-catching one (but all of them are, really) and there is also a note, signed by her with her lips pressed on the paper with that dark shade of lipstick you like so much. she likes when you wear them the whole day so when she decides to drop by or you visit her in her office and asks you to sit on her lap, her hands coming to undo some of the buttons of your shirt so she can stare at your pretty chest in her present. when it's late in the day, when there are no employees dropping by her office, her hand would slip up your thighs, up under your skirt to playfully snap the panties back on your skin a few times.

ashe prefers giving rather than receiving under any cirCUMstances. she is a generous lover too, put her aching needs after yours, no matter how bad she needed release, your pleasure was first for her.

if there's a toy you like you better tell her about and if there isn't and you are up to experimenting she will show you everything and anything she knows to spice up your bedroom life.

tag list ; @darlingmisa @soffisalive @sevikasangel @pixiegirlz @gonegonethankyouuu @orang3-ish

[jokeringcutio]

Welcome back Mun! Can you please do flirting headcanons for Arthur and joker, like how they would approach a crush? Thanks!! 💜🙏🏻

Hello sweet anon! I'm working my way slowly back into the Joker mood, so this is a gift to me. I love it! Here goes:

Arthur:

He tries to catch your attention by simple and small gestures. A smile when you look his way. A sway with his head. A particular look: his eyes deliberately travelling up and down your frame, gaze intense.

He probably would walk over to you to clumsily start a conversation.

But someone else would probably get in the way and he’d lose his courage to go ahead.

When you do give him attention again, he will let you do most of the talking. But he’ll give silent signals that he likes you.

He’d probably wear a flower that squirts water on his vest to look smart – borrowed it from his Carnival costume.

He’d try cracking a joke.

Even if the joke is lost on you, he will try another. Because, you just smiled kindly at him at his first attempt, and that is all the encouragement he needs, really.

He’d be shy about inviting you to his home. But if the opportunity arose, he would.

He would hold the doors for you, allowing you entrance first. Whether at his home or at a little café you’d go to have a drink.

He’d pay for you, even though it might be the last coins he has on his person.

And no, he won’t have you pay, even if you have seen how little he has and even if you offer.  It is just not done. THIS is part of the wooing process. Him being as much as a gentleman conform the gentleman rulebook he imagines must exist. Be polite, be kind, treat you like a princess/prince.

He’d make fun little balloon animals for you.

He’d probably make you a fun balloon ring too, when he proposes chivalrously on one knee.

You mention that drink you like? Next time you’re in his house he has it.

That food? Yep, it’s there. He keeps a list of all things you say you enjoy, and tries to give it all to you.

He is a hopeless romantic. And though many of his flirting attempts seem to go awry because of his clumsiness and his self-doubt/lack of self-esteem, you always seem to enjoy the efforts. So it never feels as if he’s failing. It feels as if he is winning instead.

Joker:

He is different that his counterpart. Much different. He walks with a confident swagger and isn’t afraid to lay his claim.

He tells the same crappy jokes. Only, he laughs openly after he told them. Unlike Arthur, who seems to be measuring your reaction and giggles only shyly. Joker just guffaws out loud. And if you have to laugh because he does, then it counts as a win, right?

Want to come to his place? I mean, there is no answer like no.

He redecorated. You spot things that are brand new.

You mention something you like, it’s there the next time you visit. But not in the inconspicuous way that shy Arthur would do it. These are obvious gestures. He even makes you aware of it with wide gestures of his arms, asking you if you like it.

He pays for your food, and when you’re out shopping and you see something you like, he pays for it too. Nothing is too expensive for his sweetheart.

You’re still his princess/prince though. But instead of being your prince Charming, he’s more like your royalty’s Bodyguard. He’s always hyper-alert, always making sure possible competition can’t reach you and threats can get nowhere near to you.

You want that teddy? He’ll get you one. Did he cheat to get it? Mweh, maybe. He got it though.

He will woo you by performing little one-man shows, just for you.

He’d do the striptease dance thing, but with much more swagger than Arthur ever would (though bless you, Arthur would give it his all as well and be smashing at it).

He’d use sweettalk on you, but if he’s impatient, he’d use his mouth and his hands to get you where he wants to have you (and I mean that in a sensual way).

You want that in your future? He’ll give you that. You decide which path the both of you’ll take. He’ll be along for the journey. Because after all, no matter how much you are his, he is also yours. Hope you liked it <3 I have added a masterlist to my sticky post. It still starts with the personal note about my health, but it should be there underneath it now.

[delilah-mcmuffin]

Favourite Lines Game

Rules: share your favorite lines or paragraph you’ve written from your fics, posted or wip.

Until You Can Love Yourself Again

Patrick looks at him with those loud eyes of his, little wrinkles forming in the space between where his eyebrows would be, if he had any. “Can I talk now?” he asks, quietly. Carefully. David nods. “Okay. First,” Patrick begins, and he reaches out to gently tug David’s shirt down over his stomach and then he pulls the blankets up around David’s waist before he snuggles down on his pillow and wraps an arm around his shoulders, pulling him in close. The hot press of tears builds behind David’s eyes and he bites at his lower lip to keep it from trembling, burying his face in the front of Patrick’s t-shirt. He’s never felt so fucking loved by anyone before. That Patrick can show how well he knows David—how fully he sees him—simply by covering him up. He swallows back the sob he can feel creeping up from his chest and just lets Patrick hold him, raking his fingers through his hair, pressing soft kisses to his temple. “David,” he says simply, and that single word seems to encompass an entire universe of feelings.

This Bed Wasn’t Built for our Love

“What do you want to know, David?” Marcy asks, and Clint can hear the hint of barely concealed amusement in her voice. Whatever David wants to know is going to make their son’s blush intensify even further. And while he doesn’t love the idea of making his son suffer needless embarrassment, it is after four o’clock in the morning and Clint is in need of a little levity.

“Is it genetic?’ David asks, and Clint sees Marcy cock her head in question out of the corner of his eye.

“Is what genetic?” she asks.

“You know,” David says with a flick of his uninjured hand. Judging by Marcy’s confused silence, she clearly does not know. “The...equipment. The BD to back up that BDE? Is it a Brewer family trait?”

Marcy makes a sound that is somewhere between a snort and a cackle and Patrick lets out a groan. David, blissfully unaware of the impact of his words, carries on.

“Because if it is, I have to say, you are a lucky lady. Because, I mean...well. I know they say size doesn’t matter—”

The rest of David’s sentence is cut off as the sound of Marcy’s delighted laughter fills the car.

“Well, David,” she giggles, “I can’t speak to the entire Brewer family. But I’ve never had any complaints.”

It takes every ounce of Clint’s threadbare self-control to keep the car from veering off the pavement. Marcy’s hand lands on Clint’s arm and she gives it a gentle squeeze as he eases to a stop on the side of the road, hands still clenched on the steering wheel. He is not going to make eye contact with his son. He is not.

The Love Left Behind

“So...this is a long way to come for a surprise visit,” David says, handing a glass of wine to Ted and a glass of water to Alexis. “What do you want?”

“I think what David means is it’s nice to see you both,” Patrick says, giving his husband a sidelong glare.

“Same thing,” David says breezily.

“Well, we actually do want to ask you to do something for us,” Ted begins cautiously. “It’s kind of a big favour, which is why we wanted to ask you guys in person.”

“Ohmygod,” David sighs, glaring at his sister. “You need a kidney, don’t you?” He shakes his head. “I told you they don’t grow back, Alexis!”

“What?” Patrick gasps.

“What?” Ted squeaks.

“Hmm?” Alexis hums innocently, placing a placating hand on Ted’s knee. She narrows her eyes at her brother. “No, David. My kidney is fine.”

Pavlova

“I like your costume,” David says kindly. The ballerina sniffles and wipes their nose with the back of their hand. To his credit, David doesn’t flinch, simply reaches into his pocket and withdraws a tissue, handing it over. “Pink is such a difficult colour for an autumn, but you wear it well.”

The ballerina looks at David, and Patrick watches as their eyes travel the length of his body—from his neatly laced Rick Owens high tops, his artfully ripped jeans, his skirt—and their eyes go wide and their mouth opens in a silent “oh” of surprise. “Thank you,” they say, dabbing gently at their nose with the tissue. “Um, I...I like your skirt.”

David smiles. “Thank you,” he says. “And who are you supposed to be?”

“Anna Pavlova,” the ballerina says. “She’s my favourite dancer.”

David nods appreciatively. “Mmm. Good choice. Pavlova is both my favourite dancer and one of my favourite desserts. I like a costume that celebrates both the performative and the culinary arts.”

I think I’m late to this party (as usual) so anyone who wants to participate, please do!!

[mrscakeishere]

Innuendos Aplenty

As we are gearing up for the pending GOAD Smut War (Jan 8th!), I wanted to share a little snippet Polychrome (@polychromicron-persei-8) and I wrote from An Ode To Eclairs (Rated Explicit). The excerpt below is NSFW (or at least for my work) but rated M.

As context, Crowley is trying his hardest to get Aziraphale to engage in phone sex. It's a bumpy start:

“What are you doing right now, angel?” Crowley cooed, one hand holding his mobile phone, the other brushing along the top of his pants.

“You know what I’m doing,” Aziraphale replied curtly. “I’m talking to you.” He placed another book on the shelf.

“No, I mean…what are you doing?” Crowley used his most honeyed voice, wanting Aziraphale to play his little game. The line was silent. “Sexually,” Crowley added, hoping this would garner an actual response.

“Oh!” Aziraphale exclaimed, finally twigging the intention of the call. “Oh, I…uh…I’m…” Aziraphale looked at the hardcover book in his hand. The title was plausibly spicy if no one asked too many probing questions. “I’m reading Curious George.”

“Oh?” A sly smile grew on Crowley’s lips. His angel was finally playing along. “What’s he so…curious about?”

Aziraphale considered saying, “he likes a good banana,” but thought better of it. He needed to find a different book.

Aziraphale quickly ran his fingers across the spines of the works on the shelf in front of him. James and the Giant Peach? Aziraphale paused. Possible. Was he the peach? The Poky Little Puppy? No, think! He had to get out of the children’s section.

“Angel?”

“Uh yes! Um…no, not Curious George…er….” Aziraphale ran to the other side of the bookshop, the phone cord circling around his waist, and pulled out the first thing he saw. “I’m reading…Naked Lunch!”

Bingo!

Aziraphale had been so joyous with the adult book’s title that he had shouted it straight into Crowley’s ear, causing the demon to yelp and drop the phone.

“Crowley?”

There was a scuffling noise on the other end of the line.

“Yes…so…Naked Lunch.” The demon let out a soft moan. “That sounds very titillating.”

“Oh it is,” Aziraphale replied, scanning his memory for what happened in Naked Lunch that didn’t involve drugs and made any sense. He didn’t have much to work with. “It takes place in Morocco.”

“Ah, the desert. No wonder it had to be a naked lunch.” He put the emphasis on naked lest the angel get distracted. “I bet it got so hot they had no choice but to strip off. Do you feel hot, angel?”

“Well, actually, that’s a common misconception,” Aziraphale stated matter-of-factly. “Moroccan winters are in fact rather cold.”

“Oh…er…but they’re having lunch in summer, right?”

Aziraphale frantically flipped through the pages. This is why people have cliff notes! Where was the bit about Morocco?! A.J. wearing a walking condom-covered penis costume…that’s not it! Junkies…more junkies… He closed the book with a panicked sort of resignation. Just fake it, Aziraphale!

If you'd like to read more (including how they got to this point, where they end up, and what eclairs has got to do with any of it) visit https://archiveofourown.org/works/52581016.

Also, words can not express how much I enjoy writing with Polychrome! Our writing goal often centers on giving the other author something funny to wake up to (we're in very different time zones). I think that shows throughout this whole story.

[calyxthenerd]

y no encuentro la manera de decir, que le das luz a mi vida, desde que te vi

“And now, since we’re close by, I thought we could get lunch and visit the rink where he had the competition I met you guys in?” Emilia suggested, quickly glancing at Ámbar before turning back to her girlfriend

“That sounds great!” Luna replied

“Yeah, awesome” Ámbar said, checking her phone, before looking up and saying “you guys go ahead, I have to meet up with the guy who’s organizing the tour we’re going on tomorrow, he needs me to sign something” she lies, smoothly

“Do you want me to go with you?” Simón asked, worried about leaving his wife to her own devices in a city she has never been left unattended in

“NO!” Emilia yells, before backtracking “I mean, she has been to Cancun before, she’ll be fine, right?”

“Yeah, I’ll be fine, see you idiots later” she kisses Simón and walks away, and the rest of them head to a nearby restaurant

Ámbar arrives after they ordered, completely focused on the conversation she’s having on the phone and sits down

“No, I specifically asked for that time”

“Well I don’t care if there’s a birthday party going on! Kick them out! We booked this three months ago!”

“Oh, so you want a lawsuit?”

“Glad we could come to an agreement” she smirks sadistically

“Yes, thank you, adiós” she hangs up, looking up at all her favorite people staring at her “sorry about that, I ran into some… issues with a client”

“It’s fine, we ordered tacos al pastor for everyone” Luna waved her off, oblivious to the plans in place for later that day, and they slipped into casual conversation as they got through lunch

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“Why am I blindfolded?” Luna asked

“Yeah, why is she blindfolded” Simón repeated

“I am not allowed to say it” Ámbar replied, guiding Luna through the building into the rink, and when the setup in there came into view, she had to cover her husband’s mouth so he didn’t give anything away, there were a bunch of (electric) candles spread around the floor, Emilia was in the middle of it, standing in skates and an almost exact replica of the costume she wore in her last competition with the sliders, and so Ámbar stopped Luna and asked Simon to help putting her skates on her, and as they did, they guided a, now in wheels, Luna down to the center of the rink, in front of Emilia, and stepped away, going to let Nina in so she could take pictures

Back with the girls, Emilia tugged the blindfold away from her girlfriend’s eyes, letting her look around, before the shorter girl looked at her and took in the outfit she was wearing, only then did she start her speech

“Luna, mi amor, mi alma, mi luz, you represent everything I fought against, but also longed for, for all my life, and when I let my walls fall down, you helped me learn it, Love, acceptance, trust, the beauty that exist in the life we are gifted, passion, you saw the hurt in my soul, and you took my hand and helped me let go of it, and now, I take your hand” she grabs one of her hands in hers, before kneeling down and popping open a small box one handed with practiced ease “and I ask you, Luna Benson-Valente” she pauses, letting out a breath “Will you marry me?”

The brunette jumped on her, making them both trip and fall down, since they were on skates, becoming a mess of limbs, as they laughed and helped each other up, Emilia slipped the ring into her, now fiancé’s, hand, before Luna paused, staring off into space, making the blonde girl grow concerned “everything alright, mi luz?” after a beat, she explained “I forgot to to say yes” making everyone laugh as they came out of their hiding places

[fishyishy]

A3! Event Translation - The Twelve Heavenly Generals of the Dawn (8/11)

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Sakyo: .....Understood. What's going on?

Itaru: Well you see.....even though customers are flocking towards the larger companies, that still means many people will be in this area.

Itaru: I think we should be able to make good use of that fact.

Sakyo: For now, let's just gather everyone else here.

Itaru: Nah, I'm sure that everyone is probably having fun going to all sorts of places, so maybe we should think about countermeasures first.

Sakyo: Your timing to start being hesitant is weird for someone who usually doesn't hesitate.

Sakyo: I'll contact you as soon as I can.

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Itaru: Sorry for making everyone gather here even though there's still time before the stage starts.

Homare: Please don't worry about it. However...... I understand. People go to the booths of the bigger companies instead, huh.

Tsumugi: It definitely would be nice if we could get people to take a look at our booth as well.

Tenma: I guess the first thing that comes to mind is to wear our character's costumes and acting as a guide to attract customers or something?

Muku: That's true. I've done something like that before.

Itaru: Yup. But instead of just being a guide to the exhibition booth, I wanted to do something more like......

Homare: Fumu, I wonder if there's a way to put this to good use? There's no one here right now, it's a shame.

Director: The demo station? It's true that nobody's at the demo station right now.

Mochinaga: Some people try out the demo version there, but it's not that many now.

Itaru: Then how about directing them to the demo station......and like giving advice on things they might not understand?

Itaru: In order to gain the interest of game lovers, it's a must to show them the gameplay.

Muku: In that case, how about taking a video of it and uploading it to your official social media accounts?

Sakyo: You have a point, the dancing video on TikTak became a hot topic.

Itaru: What do you think about this plan, Mochinaga-san?

Mochinaga: Everyone.....thank you very much. If you're all okay with it, then please do it.......!

Tenma: Nice, let's get started right away. We'll need to change into our costumes firstly.

Tsumugi: Yup, that's right.

Itaru: Director-san, wait a moment.

Director: Yes, what's up?

Itaru: Director-san, would you like to play at the demo station until we all get back?

Director: .......Eh?

Itaru: I hope it can attract at least some interest from customers. I'll be back soon after changing.

Director: I understand that part, but by myself!?

Itaru: I'll get back to you ASAP, so if you could please.

Director: (Eeeeh! H-he left......)

Director: (But to make the booth look more exciting......yeah, I'll help out so that lots and lots of people can see it......!)

Mochinaga: I'll be here too, so if you have any questions please let me know.

Director: I'll be in your care...!

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Director: Eetto, now that I have the card, the next step is to....

Visitor A: Eehh, that looks kinda interesting. Maybe I should give it a try.

Visitor B: Ooooh~, the skill effects are so cool!

Director: (Ah, I got a little too engrossed in the game and other people started coming over to play at the demo station)

Mochinaga: I guess it's true that if you see someone else playing, you're more likely to want to try it yourself.

Visitor C: Uhhhh..... where do I go to get this item.....?

???: "You should go further into the forest"

Visitor C: Eh? Eeeeeeeeh!? SUZAKU!?

Itaru: "If you're in the forest, you'll surely be able to get items different from what's available in the village"

Visitor C: Y-yes! I'll go there now!

Director: (Ah, everyone's finished changing!)

Tenma: "Ho, a lot of people are visiting"

Sakyo: "What's wrong? Are you worried about us? If that's the case, why don't you come over here"

Visitor D: Uwa, so cool.....!

Visitor E: Let's take a look at this booth.

Director: (As expected, the costumes are gorgeous, and just seeing them in character is enough to catch the attention of the audience)

Visitor F: Ah! I've seen that character on TikTak!

Visitor G: Me too! It's from that dancing video. They're a character from this game.

Visitor H: Woah, I think I'll try out the demo station.

Director: (Yeah, it feels like it'll go well. We're stealing the hearts of our customers!)

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[soundcrusher]

Sometimes, trips aren’t over

Oh boy, it's so me to write a Spinoff before I even write an Epilog for the main story, but I got inspired when visiting a Christmas Market today.

So, yea, Spinoff before Epilog.

Either way, this takes place in both the sentient sg/Lost Light au and the normal sentient Lost Light au from @cuppajj

Or better said, it starts in the sg au, but then Rodimus and Phoenix get transported to the normal au.

Enjoy!

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“Phoenix, your holo-avatar is wearing the wrong clothes.” Said Rodimus, as he looked down at the small human looking up at him. “I know that you like ‘Back to the Future’, but you can’t wear a simple shirt and a vest at this time of the year. It will make people suspicious if you run around like that, and I doubt you want to be questioned about your choice of clothes whenever you’re trying to enjoy yourself.” 

“I… Do I really have to change though? You didn’t change either.” Said the sixteen year old boy while crossing his arms over his chest. And for a moment, Rodimus found himself wishing that he had someone else with him. But he didn’t. He told Softstreet and Fungus that he would be able to do this on his own, and Dominus wasn’t all that available either. Maybe he should have considered that Phoenix has changed quite a bit. He grew a lot bolder, that’s for sure. Or, at least, Phoenix wasn’t afraid to speak his mind now. Something Rodimus liked to see, because it meant that his brother was healing. 

“Yea, I know, but I changed it now.” Said the prime with a smirk. “So, your argument isn’t really an argument. Also, Phoenix, if you want to experience earth’s costumes, you also have to dress accordingly. Otherwise you aren’t fully participating in everything the planet and its people have to offer.” There was still a small pout on the boy's lips and a look of disagreement in his eyes. So, Rodimus chose a different approach. “But, when you look at me like that, it makes me think that you don’t actually know how to change your holo-avatar’s looks. Maybe you’re still too inexperienced to give your avatar a suited jacket, scarf, hat and maybe some gloves.” That seemed to get Phoenix’s attention, because the kid was quick to stomp with his foot and tell Rodimus that he could do it, before his holo-avatar disappeared. Only to then reappear with a smug looking kid, who was now wearing a white and blue winter jacket, a black and purple wool scarf with a matching wool hat and some fingerless gloves. 

“Tadaaa! See, I can do it!” Cheered Phoenix, as he pointed at Rodimus with a finger. “I bet you didn’t think that I could do this so fast, but I can and I did!” He said, but Rodimus only shook his head, before pointing at Phoenix’s shoes. “Nice jacket, but those shoes aren’t suited for the weather. You need a warmer pair.” And with a defeated huff, Phoenix went back to working on a winter outfit for his holo-avatar, while Rodimus gave some snarky remarks then and there. 

Overall, it took Phoenix the whole trip to earth for him to get the outfit right. And as they made their way close to earth, Rodimus could see the excitement in his brother’s optics. Something that made the prime let out a soft chuckle, before he activated the freshly installed cloaking mode of their ship and let them hover over earth. With Rodimus telling Phoenix the exact coordinates where they needed to make their holo-avatars appear. And as the youngling opened his eyes, he was greeted with beautiful warm shining lights, a crowd of people walking in between wooden stalls or hanging out at tents with weird machines and items that looked similar to things his mother made at her shop. But before Phoenix could take one step into the strange scene, he was stopped by a hand on his shoulder. 

“Easy there. We have enough time to explore, we don’t need to rush.” Said Rodimus, who was wearing a simple black and purple winter coat, some black leather gloves, a blue and white scarf and no hat. And as he let go of Phoenix’s shoulder, he grabbed his brother's hand and led him through the Christmas Market. Explaining certain items the youngling didn’t understand or simply watching Phoenix interact with stall owners and asking them about the things they sold. They knew more about the things they sold than Rodimus after all, and it gave his brother an opportunity to interact with humans too. 

Phoenix even got to eat some of the treats the Christmas Market had to offer. He especially liked something called pyramid cake, and Rodimus didn’t even get to taste it himself. Because, once he gave it to Phoenix and turned back from paying for the treat, his brother had already finished it. Well, at least he liked it. That’s all that matters.

After a while of walking around the Christmas Market, Rodimus decided to sit down on a bark bench and watch Phoenix play with some of the mini humans called children. It was fun to watch Phoenix chase around the children in a game of tag, or get chased by them himself. And as he watched them run around and laugh, Rodimus thought about the change his brother went through after being released from Delphi. A change that didn’t come easy for him, but still happened, and the prime was happy for it. Living with Softstreet and Fungus surely helped too. Those two have welcomed Phoenix with open arms after all, and made sure the kid would have a good life with them. 

“Is one of them yours?” Asked a weird looking guy with white hair, a light blue, maybe turkouse, winter coat and a yellow surgeon's mask, who just sat down next to Rodimus without even asking if it was okay. Granted, they are in a public space, but still. It wasn’t as if there weren’t enough park benches, why did that strangely familiar guy have to sit down next to him? 

“None of your business.” Said Rodimus, as he sat up straighter. Pushing his chest out and taking on a far more hostile body language than before. He didn’t need that guy to feel welcomed, nor did he need him to keep on looking at him with that calculating glint in his eyes. “Why don’t you go somewhere else? I bet any other place would be more interesting than here.”

“Ah, on the contrary. Right now, sitting here is the most interesting thing since coming here.” Said the stranger, as the prime felt his irritation grow even more. But before he could do something he might have regretted later, Phoenix decided to walk over and sit down right in between the two. Catching both, Rodimus and the strangers, attention as he smiled at the other guy. “Hello. I hope my brother isn’t mean to you, Rodimus has a record of starting fights, if he feels bothered by someone.” 

“Rodimus, huh?” The glint in the strangers eyes only grew brighter, as he looked from the teenager smiling at him, to the scowling man glaring at him. “No, no, we were just having a nice talk…”

“Phoenix.”

“As I said, Phoenix, we were just having a talk. Nothing else, although, does your brother really fight anyone who irritates him?” Phoenix let out a chuckle at the question, before telling the stranger of that one time he and Rodimus were out in their new home town and just minding their business, when a mech walked up and started to bother them. “And then, Roddy asked him to leave, but he didn’t. So, Roddy just punched him in the face, like, BAM! And he never bothered us again.” Said the kid, before fixing Rodimus with a stern look. “And after that, I told Roddy that hitting people isn’t right. Even if they bother you.” 

“Sounds like your brother doesn’t like new people.”

“Yea… we both don’t like new people, but I try to, at least, get to know them. Froid said that it would help me get over my fear of strangers, if I try to approach them when I feel ready to do so and on my own terms.” Said Phoenix with a smile. But before he could continue talking, Rodimus silenced him by placing a hand on his shoulder. “I doubt he wants to know about that kind of stuff Phoenix.” Muttered the prime, as he fixated the stranger with a look that said ‘leave, before I strangle you’. 

But the stranger either was stupid, or didn’t care about the glare. Maye both, but the stranger would never call himself stupid. He was, after all, the greatest genius there ever was. Only rivaled by his partner. “Oh, to be honest, I would love to hear about anything you have to say. Talking to the two of you is very interesting and beneficial to my work.” 

“I don’t know how talking to us is helping with your work, but okay.” Phoenix might have sounded a little bit confused, but he was still smiling at the stranger, before continuing talking to him. And Rodimus? Well, he just sat there and kept an eye on the two, while trying to figure out why the guy wearing a yellow surgeon’s mask was so familiar to him. Maybe if the colors were different? But what kind of colors should the guy have, to make the picture right? Rodimus didn’t know, and honestly, maybe that’s for the better.

The prime didn’t seem to have to worry all too much about the question though, because someone dressed in a red and white duffle coat came over to them. And Rodimus felt himself grow only more agitated, as the newcomer looked from their unwanted ‘friend’ to Phoenix and then to him. “Ah, Percy! Finally decided to join me?” Asked the stranger, as he got up to throw an arm around this ‘Percy’. 

“Not exactly. I only came to collect you. We are needed somewhere else and shouldn’t spend our time somewhere, where we don’t belong.” Said ‘Percy’ and Rodimus couldn’t help but narrow his eyes at the black haired professor looking guy with his stupid futuristic looking monocle. These two were rubbing him the wrong way, especially after what ‘Percy’ said. Weren’t they human? Shouldn’t they belong here? These two were weird and probably dangerous. A thought that caused Rodimus’ muscles to tense, as he prepared himself for an attack.

Although, he found himself soon enough relaxing as both of the strangers said their goodbyes and left them alone. Disappearing in the crowd of people, and Rodimus took this as his cue to do the same, in case those two decided to come back. So, the prime grabbed Phoenix’s hand and did just that. 

They spend some more time at the Christmas Market. Looking at different stalls and just walking among the humans, before it was time for them to return back. And return they did after finding a place where no-one would notice two people disappearing as if they never existed. 

And as both of them were back on their small ship, Phoenix went straight to bed. Climbing the ladder to their berth, before crawling underneath his blankets and falling asleep right away, while Rodimus stayed up and made sure the right coordinates were inserted into the autopilot. However, before Rodimus could follow his brother, a sudden shake of the ship, that caused him to trip and fall down, and a bright light stopped him. And as he got up and looked out of the ship’s window, they suddenly weren’t in space anymore. 

No, they were in some kind of hangar. A hangar, Rodimus knew all too well, although this one was a lot lighter. It wasn’t as dark as the one he knew, and as he grabbed his rifle before opening the ship’s doors, he could hear yelling from outside. Loud yelling that reminded him of Brainstrom. Something that should be impossible, because Brainstorm has been dead for a very long time. Primus, he once called Brainstorm’s right shoulder his own!

So, with that in mind, Rodimus opened the ship’s doors and was not greeted with his Brainstorm, but a different one. One who had the same yellow mask and bluish colouration as the guy he and Phoenix met on earth. Although, that wasn’t the weirdest thing. 

No. The weirdest thing was the red and yellow mech looking exactly like him. And seeing him caused his body to react on its own, as he quickly rushed forward. Tackling his doppelgänger to the ground and using his rifle to keep him pinned there. Although, the ‘other Rodimus’ didn’t seem to like that, and soon enough he started to struggle against Rodimus. Which ended with the black and purple one losing his gun, and them to roll around the ground. Throwing punches and kicks in every direction, while the two tried to gain the upper hand respectively. Only stopping when a familiar voice called out for them to stop. A voice Rodimus still heard in his nightmare.

And as the prime looked up and into the optics of a different looking Lightlost, he couldn’t help but say one word. 

“Fuck.”

[clubwnderland]

⤷⋆⋆ 𝑱𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒊𝒏 + 𝑨𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝑼𝒑𝒅𝒂𝒕𝒆 ♡

Listen, don't even ask me what I am because I don't even know either. Jangmi ended up putting some fake blood over my face and shirt and said that I can be a serial killer... how does that even- you know what? I don't want to know. I recently went back to blonde, what do you think? Do I fit the role? Would you scream for me?~

I asked Hyunrin what she wanted to be for Halloween and she said Pennywise... should I be concerned? It's the way she embodies the character far too well that I'm afraid she might actually scare people especially when she keeps telling them she can read their minds. Children, they get to an age where they constantly surprise you... Well, off to go trick or treating now~ Would you like to come?

"Uncle Channie, Uncle Channie!!" The girl runs to the door as soon as the sound of Chris' car pulls into the driveway, the wolf in the driver's seat not getting out while the other basically runs to the door when it opens, hugging the small girl who is half ready. "Uncle Channie, look! I'm going to be Pennywise!" She smiles proudly.

Channie's eyes widen as he looks at her mother, walking out from the living room, holding the balloons in her hand. "Pennywise?" He asks while Alice simply shurgs.

"Some of the girls from school had seen photos and decided that they wanted to all dress up as some kind of killer clowns." She can sense his mind going a hundred miles per second, worried that it was something he may have let her watch while she's been at their place. "Don't worry, puppy, liking scary things seems to be all the craze with kids these days."

Concerning, yes, but at least Rinnie would now make friends with the monsters in her closet rather than needing to be sleeping with her most nights.

"Oh!" The wolf realises, grabbing the bag he had brought inside and runs to the bathroom to change. "I won't be a second!" He calls out while Alice ushers the girl back to the living room so they can continue getting ready.

Channie had given special instructions on where to go, heading around different areas and finding places that were doing trick or treats. This year, people had decorations up and signs that said trick or treaters were welcome while others left their homes undecorated to not tempt people. Channie had Alice and Rinnie visit Chan and Chris' places because he wanted to show off his costume as well as basically make them give him candy.

"Ahhh! Look at Chan's place!" He calls out, him and Rinnie about halfway through their current bowls of candy already, bouncing and sprinting away from Alice as she laughs softly.

"Hey! Don't you let go of those balloons!" She calls out as they are basically bouncing through the air, pulled by the small girl who is rather quick on her feet.

Knocking on the door, the two have basically mastered their synchronisation as the blonde wolf opens the door, "trick or treat!" They sing while Chan chuckles, grabbing the bowl of candy that he has by the door.

"Here you go," he says to Rinnie, placing a handful into her bowl while the wolf standing next to her is practically vibrating with excitement, his smile wide. "How much candy have you had to eat?" Chan asks, an eyebrow raised as he places some into the other's bowl.

"Not enough!" Channie says, Rinnie piping in and agreeing with him while Alice clicks her tongue and rolls her eyes. "We still have a time to get more candy." Oh, he's basically encouraging this kid to ride the sugar high before she crashes tonight.

Chan reaches forward, grabbing the strings of the balloon and asks the girl to hold out her wrist. "Don't want to lose these, do you?" He says, tying the balloons to the bracelet she wears before patting her on the head. "Now, take care of Channie, hm?"

"Yes, Uncle Chan!" She smiles, giving him a hug and kiss on the cheek before they race off again, stopping for a moment to look at his decorations while Alice thanks Chan once more and hurries them along so they can head to the next house.

"Trick or treat!" Rinnie sings, holding out her little basket as Chris looks down at her, eyebrow raised before looking at the other two. As Chris grabs the small bowl of candy that he had specifically for Rinnie, the girl's brow furrows as she realises someone is missing. "Uncle Chris, where is Aunty Irene?"

"Work," he says, pouring the whole bowl into her basket, ignoring the soft whine coming from Channie.

Rinnie nods, as if she can understand the situation before she beams at Chris. A child's attention span short enough to not pay attention to the worries of an adult. "Thank you, Uncle Chris!" She says, opening up her arms to see whether he will accept a hug from her.

No, but she can get a pat on the head. "Have fun kiddo. Don't let Channie eat the candy I gave you, yeah?" She beams and hugs her basket, nodding her head before he sends her off on her way with a pouting Channie in tow.

Alice hangs back, turning to Chris before he heads inside. "You could always go and get her." The woman says with a knowing smile, "I'm sure she would rather be with you than at the club anyway." He hums, the only acknowledgment that he heard her before stepping inside and closing the door.

Back off on a candy hunt.

It's nearly reaching midnight when Jongin knocks on the door, quietly as to not disturb the sleeping child. "He's on the couch," Alice says, letting the wolf in, closing the door behind him as Jongin quietly reaches the living room and finds his boyfriend passed out on the couch, a bucket filled with candy wrappers next to him. "They were full of energy until they weren't." She chuckles while Jongin smiles, giving Channie a little shake.

"Hey puppy," he speaks softly, a soft groan escaping Channie's slightly blue lips from some hard candy he had been sucking on. "Did you still want to go to the haunted house?"

It's as if those words had magical powers.

"Wolfman!" He's up, full of energy, with his hair slightly messy. Channie is practically pulling Jongin in for a hug while the older chuckles softly at how quickly he had woken up. There were soft snores coming from him, little whines and with one question - all his sleep had evaporated, replaced by excitement. "I can't wait to go to the haunted house!" He starts to say loudly before remembering where he is and slowly lowering his voice as he beams. "Is it still open?"

"Of course, pup, I wouldn't have let us miss it," Jongin says, his tone almost offended that Channie would think that he'd not make it in time. Looking at his phone, Jongin furrows his brow. "We gotta hurry though, we don't want to wait in line for too long."

It doesn't take long for Channie to ready again, tidying himself up before he says his goodbyes to Alice, two big hugs because she has to pass one on to Rinne, and they are heading out to Jongin's car. "I tried to save you some candy..." Channie starts, hand digging into the bucket, slowing his walk down as he does and finding only one measly chocolate bar. He looks at Jongin with big eyes, that puppy dog look that the younger uses to get his way. "I'm sorry, Nini..."

Oh, Jongin knows those eyes very well. He knows exactly what game Channie is playing.

"It's okay puppy, you can have it." Jongin 'falls' into his trap, letting the younger gleefully open the wrapper and devour the final treat in his pumpkin themed bucket. "I'll have my candy later~."

It takes a moment. They are climbing into the car, Jongin having started the engine and waited for Channie to bulk up and it takes him a moment to catch onto the other's meaning before his eyes widen and cheeks turn a soft pink. Playfully hitting Jongin's arm, Channie squeals, "I'm not candy!!"

"You are to me, puppy~ sweet and delicious."

"Ahhhh," he screams, causing Jongin to laugh, "stop!!! You can't keep saying that!!"

The night is perfect. The haunted house is full of screams because even though they can hear people coming, it doens't stop Channie from jumping and screaming, holding onto Jongin for dear life. Not saying Jongin isn't scared but he's getting more frights from Channie screaming than he is from the actors of the attraction.

Haunted houses can be full of screams as well as betrayal and Jongin learns that the hard way when a ghost pops out, scaring Channie so badly that he shoves Jongin towards the actor and runs off in the opposite direction screaming. Scoffing, Jongin chases after him, calling out his name to try and find him while also planning his revenge.

Oh, he's going to get Channie good.

They go to a light show in a forest nearby, neon lights set up like exhibits and bump into Johnny and the woman he's been spending his time with. The couples only briefly acknowledge each other, nodding their heads before walking off in opposite directions. Channie loves the firefly display, the lights on strings softly bouncing in a meadow with soft insect noises playing around them. "It's like the forest is alive!" He says, eyes shining so bright that Jongin doesn't know if it's from how happy he is or the lights above them.

Maybe its both.

As the night comes to a close, Jongin leads Channie to what looks like an abandoned house near the river. The windows are all broken and it's clear that kids use it as a place to hide when not going to school.

This is where his sneaky texts throughout the light show will come to fruition. He had told Channie that he was texting Jangmi, checking in and making sure she was doing okay since he didn't know where she was after she left the club but really, he was plotting. Planning. Scheming.

The two enter the house, the faint noises of party goers sounding like its in the far off distance and Jongin uses the flashlight on his phone to help them make their way through the house. "Did you know," he starts, his voice quiet, eerie, like someone could be listening, "there was a lady who lived in this house with her husband." He hears the gasp coming from Channie, smirking because he knows the younger is wanting to hear more. "One day, she was cooking dinner for her husband when he suddenly killed her. He says he didn't. When they caught him the next day, he swears that he never did it but nobody else could have done it. They lived alone, they had no neighbours, how could anyone else have broken into the house and done it?"

"Oh my God," Channie hears something from upstairs and freezes.

"Sshh," Jongin says, hoping that the twins had kept themselves hidden enough that Channie doesn't figure it out. "They say that her spirit still haunts this house and she doesn't like when people enter her home without permission."

"Nini..." Jongin hums, "we didn't ask permission, did we?"

"Nope." A loud shriek sounds in the room directly above their heads and there's a loud bang on the floor.

Faster than anyone knew Channie could move, he's gone, screaming out the door while Jongin laughs, chasing after him while pulling his phone out to send a quick text to the witches upstairs. 'Thanks for that! That scream was so much louder than the haunted house.' Should he feel bad for scaring his boyfriend, maybe, but Channie threw him into a ghost to save himself so this is deserved, he reckons.

Finding Channie outside, doubled over, catching his breath, Jongin wraps his arms over his shoulder and smiles at his boyfriend, knowing he's going to be pissed when he finds out he had planned all of this... but that's tomorrow's issue. "Happy Halloween, puppy." He says with a chuckle and a kiss to the curly-haired wolf's head.

🧡 @moonlightchn

[aspenmissing]

𝙰 𝚅𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚂𝚞𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝙲𝚑𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚖𝚊𝚜 (𝙿𝚝 𝟷)

A girl is looking outside through the glass door and a woman stands outside, being interviewed.

"Um, my daughter and I were in out beds" She says "Mike was downstairs decorating the tree. I heard a thump on the rood and then I heard Mike scream. And now I'm talking to the FBI"

"And you didn't see any of it?" Y/N asks, dressed in formal wear.

"No, he was...he was gone"

"The doors were locked? There was no forced entry?"

"That's right"

"Does anybody else have a key?" Y/N asks.

"My parents"

"Where do they live?"

"Florida" Sam and Dean, in suits, walk out of the house.

"Thanks for letting us have a look around, Mrs. Walsh" Dean says.

"I think, we, uh, got just about everything we need" Sam says. He looks to Y/N "We're all set.

"We'll be in touch" she says. Mrs. Walsh nods and the siblings walk down the steps.

"Agents...." She calls. The three turn around.

"The police said my husband might have been kidnapped"

"Could be" Dean says.

"Then why haven't the kidnappers called? O-or - or demanded a ransom? It's three days till Christmas. What am I supposed to tell our daughter?" The three looks at each other.

"We're very sorry" Sam, Y/N and Dean walk away and Mrs. Walsh turns to go inside.

"Find anything?" Y/N asks. Sam sighs.

"Stocking, mistletoe...this" Sam gives Y/N something out of his pocket.

"A tooth? Where was this?" Y/N asks, examining the tooth.

"In the chimney" Dean says.

"Chimney? No way a man fits up a chimney. It's too narrow"

"No way he fits up in one piece"

"Alright, so, if dad went up the chimney-"

"We need to find out what dragged him up there"

==

Inside a motel, pictures of demons are pinned up on the wall. Sam sat at the table on his laptop when the door opens and the twins walk inside, Dean carrying a brown paper bag.

"So, was I right? Is it the serial-killing chimney sweep?" Dean says.

"Yep. It's, uh, it's actually Dick Van Dyke" Sam says.

"Who?"

"Mary Poppins"?"

"Who's that?"

"Oh, come on- never mind" Sam waves his hand.

"Well, it turns out that Walsh is the second guy in town grabbed out of his house this month" Y/N says.

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah"

"The other guy gets dragged up the chimney, too?"

"Don't know. Witnesses said they heard a thump on the roof" Y/N says and the three shrug

"So, what the hell do you think we're dealing with" Dean asks.

"Actually, I have an idea"

"Yeah?" Y/N asks.

"Uh, it's gonna sound crazy"

"What could you possibly say that sounds crazy to us"

"Um...evil Santa" Sam says, smiling. Y/N snorts. Dean pauses and then nods.

"Yeah, that's crazy"

" Yeah... I mean, I'm just saying that there's some version of the anti-Claus in every culture" Sam shows Dean and Y/N some evil Santa pictures "You got Belsnickel, Krampus, Black Peter" Dean takes the pictures from Sam “Whatever you want to call it, there's all sorts of lore"

"Saying what?" Y/N asks.

"Saying...back in the day, Santa's brother went rogue and now he shows up around Christmas time, but instead of bringing presents, he punishes the wicked"

"By hauling their ass up chimneys?"

"For starters, yeah"

"So, this is your theory, huh? Santa's shady brother?"

"Well, ah- I'm just saying, that's what the lore says"

"Santa doesn't have a brother. There is no Santa"

"Yeah, I know. You're the one who told me that in the first place, remember" Sam says looking at Dean, who looks down, maybe feeling a little guilty. Sam turns back to his computer and sighs "Yeah, you know what, I could be wrong. I ... " Sam sighs again, shutting his laptop "gotta be wrong"

"Maybe, maybe not" Y/N says.

"What?"

"We did a little digging" Y/N says, gesturing to Dean "Turns out both victims visited the same place before they got snatched"

"Where?"

==

Christmas music plays, children are playing, and people wearing costumes are walking around.

"It does kind of lend credence to the theory, don't it?" Dean says.

"Yeah, but anti-Claus? Couldn't be"

"It's a Christmas miracle"

"Hey, speaking of, we should have one this year" Y/N says.

"Have on what?" Sam asks.

"A Christmas" Sam scoffs.

"No, thanks"

"No, we'll get a tree, a little Boston market, just like when we were little"

"I actually like the idea of that" Dean says.

"Guys, those weren't exactly Hallmark memories for me, you know"

"What are you talking about? We had some great Christmases"

"Whose childhood are you talking about?"

"Oh, come on, Sam" Y/N says.

"No! Just...no" Dean and Y/N look at him surprised.

"All right, Grinch" Dean mutters. The two walk away, while Sam stands still. Suddenly he notices a reindeer statue staring at him. Sam looks uncomfortable.

==Flashback: Christmas Eve, 1991==

Reindeers pull Santa's sleigh across the sky on the TV, which is playing ‘A Year Without Santa Claus’. An 8-year-old Sam turns away from the TV and back to the couch, where he starts to wrap two things with newspaper.

"What is that?" A 12-year-old Y/N asks, kneeling beside him.

"Yeah, right. Where'd you get the money? Steal it?" A 12-year-old Dean asks, who's standing by the window. Y/N glares at him.

"No. Uncle Bobby gave it to me to give to him. Said it was really special"

"What is it?" Y/N asks.

"A pony" Sam says sarcastically. Y/N smiles whereas Dean scoffs.

"Very funny"

“What about the other one?" Y/N asks.

"I made that for him myself"

"I bet he'll love it" Sam continues to wrap the presents. Dean then comes over and sits on the couch next to them and picks up a magazine.

"Dad's gonna be here, right?" Sam says, looking up at Y/N.

"He'll be here" she says.

"It's Christmas"

"He knows and he'll be here. Promise"

"Where is he anyway?"

"On business" Dean says.

"What kind of business?"

"You know that. He sells stuff"

"What kind of stuff?"

"Stuff"

"Nobody ever tells me anything" Dean rolls his eyes.

"Then quit asking" Y/N glares at Dean, but he shrugs.

"We wish we could tell you, Sam, but Dad won't let us" Y/N says softly. “So, please stop asking. Okay?" Sam nods. Dean leaves the two and walks to the bed. She shoves garbage and food wrappers off of it and opens the magazine.

"Is Dad a spy?"

"Mm-hmm. He's James Bond"

"Why do we move around so much?"

"'Cause everywhere we go, they get sick of your face" Dean says.

"I'm old enough, guys. You can tell me the truth"

"You don't want to know the truth. Believe me" Y/N says.

"Is that why we never talk about...Mom?" Sam says cautiously. Y/N tenses, side glancing at Dean who tosses the magazine away angrily and stands up.

"Shut up! Don't you ever talk about Mom. Ever!"

"He was just asking, Dean!" Y/N says, standing up and facing her twin brother. Dean begins to head for the door, opening it.

"Wait, where are you going?" Sam asks.

"Out"

"You better stay out there till you calm down!" Y/N says before Dean shuts the door behind him.

"Did I do something wrong?" Sam says, looking up at Y/N.

"No, just, Mom's a hard subject to talk about around Dean. Don't worry though"

"Are you gonna leave if I talk about...Mom?" Sam asks. Y/N kneels down beside him, smiling softly.

"No, I'm never gonna leave you" she says, ruffling his hair. “Ask me whatever you like about Mom.”

==Flashback End==

Sam is still lost in memories as Dean and Y/N walk beside him.

"You'd think with the 10 bucks it costs to get into this place, Santa could scrounge up a little snow" Dean says.

"What?" Sam asks, awakening from his daydreaming.

"Nothing"

"What are we looking for, again?" Y/N asks.

"Um..." Sam looks around "lore says that the anti-Claus will walk with a limp and smell like sweets"

"Great. So, we're looking for a pimp Santa" Dean says "Why the sweets?"

"Think about it, Dean. If you smell like candy, the kids will come closer, you know?"

"That's creepy" Y/N says. Sam chuckles "How does this thing know who's been naughty and who's been nice?"

"I don't know" A man wearing a Santa costume sits outside a small barn. A woman and a boy walk up to him.

"So, Ronny, come sit on Santa's knee" The boy sits "Ah, there you go. You been a good boy this year?"

"Yeah"

"Good. Santa's got a special gift for you" He cackles creepily. Dean looks at Santa and the boy speculatively.

"Maybe we do" Ronny's mother takes his arm and leads him away from the Santa.

"Come on, honey, let's go" A woman in an elf costume walks up to Sam, Dean, and Y/N.

"Welcome to Santa's court. Can I escort your child to Santa?"

"Uh..."

"No. No. Uh, but actually, our brother here" Dean smacks Sam on the shoulder "...it's been a lifelong dream of his" The elf looks at Sam.

"Uh, sorry. No kids over...12"

"No, he's just kidding. We only came here to watch" Y/N facepalms. The woman looks at Dean, who shakes his head.

"Eww" she says.

"No, he didn't mean like that" Y/N says "You see, my brother here is just really nervous around beautiful women like yourself" The elf looks away, blushing.

"Oh, um, thank you"

"And what he meant by watching is that he's watching the Santa because my husband, uh, back home is looking after our daughter" Y/N lies. "And she dreams of meeting Santa so my brother wants to surprise her and dress up as him and he wants to know how to be the perfect Santa"

"Aww, you’re such a good uncle" The elf says, looking at Sam who smiles "Well, I'm sorry for the misunderstanding, please enjoy the rest of your day" The woman walks away.

"You’re welcome, you idiots" Dean laughs.

"Dude, you were like shitting yourself" Dean then suddenly turns serious.

"Check it out" The three watch the Santa leave his chair. Santa walks with a bad limp "Are you seeing this?"

"A lot of people walk with limps, right?" The Santa walks past the three.

"Tell me you didn't just smell that" Y/N says "That was candy, guys"

"That was Ripple. I think. Had to be" Sam says as he looks at Santa again.

"Maybe. We're willing to take that chance?"

==

Inside the Impala, the three are spying on a simple house that is decorated with Christmas lights.

"What time is it?" Dean asks.

"Same as the last time you asked" Y/N says from the passenger seat.

"Here" Sam hands Dean a thermos "Caffeinate" Dean takes the thermos from Sam and tries to pour coffee into the cup, but the thermos in empty.

"Wonderful" Dean throws it into the back seat beside Sam "Hey, Sam"

"Yeah?"

"Why are you the boy that hates Christmas?"

"Dean..."

"I mean, I admit it. You know, we have a few bumpy holidays when we were kids"

"Bumpy"?"

"That was then. We'll do it right this year" Y/N says.

"Look, guys. If you want to have Christmas, knock yourselves out. Just don't involve me" Dean and Y/N share a look. They then return to watch the house. Santa, still in his red cap, but in a green tank top, looks outside, then closes his curtains.

"What's up with Saint Nicotine?" Y/N asks.

"Oh, my God!" A woman's voice shouts. The three jump out of the car and run to the house with their guns drawn. Y/N looks inside the window of the front door.

"Huh" Sam says.

"What?" Dean asks.

"Nothing. It's just that, uh... well, you know, Mr. Gung Ho Christmas might have to blow away Santa" Y/N opens the door. Santa is sitting on the couch, holding a giant bong and a bottle of whiskey. Santa stands up and the three quickly hide their guns.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Dean looks around and realizes Santa's only watching TV. Dean looks at Sam and Y/N, who shrug. Dean starts to sing-badly.

"S-silent night...Holy..." Dean looks at Sam and Y/N, who follow him, shrugging, and both smiling.

".... night" Santa chuckles and sits down to enjoy the show "All is well..."

"...all is dry" Santa also sings along.

"Bright..."

"Round and round..." They try to sing although they don't remember the lyrics.

"The table..." Sam puts a hand on Dean's shoulder to pull him away, followed by Y/N.

==

The three are inside of a large house in the living room, interviewing a woman, who has a bruise on her eye.

"So, that's how your son described the attack? "Santa took daddy up the chimney"?"

"That's what he says, yes"

"And where were you?" Y/N asks.

"I was asleep and all of a sudden" She sniffs "...I was being dragged out of bed, screaming"

"Did you see the attacker?" The woman shakes her head.

"It was dark, and he hit me. He knocked me out" Dean nods.

"I'm sorry. I know this is hard"

“Yeah...um, Mrs. Caldwell, where, where did you get that wreath above the fireplace?" Dean and Y/N look around at the wreath, and blink. They look at each other puzzled.

"Excuse me?" Dean and Y/N look at Sam, waiting for an answer. Sam shrugs, smiling, feeling embarrassed.

"Just curious, you know" Later, the three exit the house and walk back to the Impala.

"Wreaths, huh? Sure, you didn't want to ask her about her shoes? I saw some nice handbags in the foyer" Dean says.

"We've seen that wreath before, Dean"

"Where?" Y/N asks.

"The Walshes', yesterday"

"We know. We were just testing you" Dean says. Sam scoffs. They then drive away in the Impala.

==

Back at the motel room, Sam is on the phone.

"Yeah, all right. Well, keep looking, would you? Thanks, Bobby" He hangs up " Well... we're not dealing with the anti-Claus"

"What did Bobby say?"

"Uh, that we're morons"

"Sounds like Bobby" Y/N says.

"He also said that it was probably meadowsweet in those wreaths" Sam says, looking at his laptop.

"Wow! Amazing. What the hell is meadowsweet?" Dean asks.

"It's pretty rare and it's probably the most powerful plant in pagan lore"

"Pagan lore?" Dean asks.

"Yeah. See, they used meadowsweet for human sacrifice. It was kind of like a... Chum for their gods. Gods were drawn to it and they'd stop by and snack on whatever was the nearest human"

"Why would somebody be using that for Christmas wreaths?" Y/N asks.

"It's not as crazy as it sounds, Guys. I mean, pretty much every Christmas tradition is Pagan.

"No, Jesus's birthday was probably in the fall. It was actually the winter solstice festival that was co-opted by the Church and renamed "Christmas". But I mean, the Yule log, the tree, even Santa's red suit - that's all remnants of pagan worship" Dean looks at Y/N in surprise in shock.

"How do you know that?" Dean asks.

"Where do you think Sam got it from." She asks. Dean looks between Sam and Y/N.

"What are you gonna tell me next? Easter bunny's Jewish?" The two don't reply.

"So, you think we're gonna dealing with a pagan God?" Y/N asks.

"Yeah, probably Hold Nickar, God of the winter solstice"

"And all these Martha Stewart wanna be, buying these fancy wreaths..."

"Yeah, it's pretty much like putting a neon sign on your front door saying "Come kill us"

"Great" Sam reads an article on the laptop.

"Huh...When you sacrifice to Hold Nicktar, guess what he gives you in return"

"Lap dances, hopefully" Dean jokes.

"Mild weather" Y/N looks out the window.

"Like no snow in the middle of December in the middle of Michigan" Y/N says.

"For instance,"

"Do we know how to kill it yet?" Y/N asks.

"No, Bobby's working on that right now. We got to figure out where they're selling those wreaths"

"You think they're selling them on purpose?" Dean asks "Feeding the victims to this thing?" Sam exhales.

"Let's find out"

[chenziee]

Once a Year

Story originally published in the @ophalloweenzine! :D

[ Read on AO3 | Ko-Fi ]

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There were thousands of islands across the five seas, each with their own culture and customs. Yamato knew this for a fact; not because he had been there—after all, if he had ever left Wano, he had been too young to remember—but because Oden had described them in his journal.

Yamato wanted to see it all. He wanted to visit the island in the sky, the millennium old elephant, the island where lightning falls like rain. He wanted to enjoy the different sceneries, meet the people, play their games, experience their culture… But he was stuck here on Onigashima, heavy metal cuffs on his tiny wrists; still too weak to break the chains.

He wasn’t Oden, yet.

He wasn’t free.

But, there was a way. A way to become Oden, if only for a single night.

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Yamato grinned when he looked down on himself. The short, orange kimono wasn’t perfect—the crescent moons on his chest were a little crooked, the pirate who had sewn them on not accounting for the change in angle once worn—and the white and purple nio-dasuki he had wrapped around himself was too large for him, dwarfing Yamato’s form and making him look even more like a child.

But even so, Yamato was happy.

So incredibly happy.

He had been waiting for this moment for three years, ever since he had read about the custom of ‘Halloween’. According to Oden, it was a once-a-year celebration taking place on a certain autumn island. He had written some details about the meaning of the festivities too, but Yamato couldn’t say he understood much of it.

What he did understand, however, was the tradition of dressing up—costumes of fairies and ghosts, pirates and marines, characters from books and fantasies… anything you wanted.

And there was only one person like that for Yamato.

Running out of his room, Yamato threw his arms into the air, spreading them wide as he laughed. Just wearing this outfit, he felt so much lighter. He couldn’t wait to show his friends—the nice Beast Pirates who gave him food and helped him when he needed it. The ones who didn’t laugh or scorn him whenever he said he was Oden.

The ones he liked.

“Young Master, where are you going?!” someone cried in alarm.

Yamato paused, his happy smile not leaving his face even when his eyes fell on the panicked face of the approaching pirate. "I'm going to show everyone. I really am Oden now!" he announced proudly, gesturing to his kimono.

The pirate's eyes widened before his head whipped around, turning every which way as if looking for something. Finally, he sighed in relief and looked back at Yamato. "Young Master, please, don't say things like that or—"

"Or what?!" Yamato demanded, puffing up his chest. "I don't care what my father says! He can't stop me!" 

The pirate paused at his adamant refusal, chewing on his bottom lip as he searched Yamato’s eyes.

The boy only huffed, crossing his arms over his chest to show how serious he was; this matter was done and over with as far as he was concerned. Nothing this man said would change his mind so Yamato only returned his stare with his own defiant one, just daring him to disagree.

Silence hung over the hallway for a moment until the man's pleading gaze broke under Yamato's immovable determination.

"O-okay," he stuttered weakly, just as a loud crash came from the direction of Kaido's room, making the man nearly jump out of his skin.

Yamato paid it no mind, all too used to his father's drunken mood swings. Instead, he simply side-stepped the pirate, heading for the stairs to the upper floor. He wanted to show his costume to Ulti and Page One, the children that Kaido had taken in recently. They were bound to be excited!

And if his father saw him, so be it. The bull-gorilla could choke on his own fist for all he cared.

“Young Master! Wait!” the pirate called after him, blocking his path in a few quick steps.

Yamato frowned, giving the man his best annoyed look. “What now?”

“You have to cha—” He stopped himself mid-sentence, going quiet for a second as he stared at Yamato with a troubled expression but soon, he visibly deflated. Even his voice sounded defeated when he spoke up again, “I heard the children went to the beach.”

Yamato tilted his head to the side, staring at the man intently. He felt like he was being lied to… but he couldn’t know for sure. He supposed there was no harm in checking the beach first either way.

Giving the man in front of him one last, suspicious look, Yamato huffed before turning on his heel and running off towards the exit instead.

Honestly, even if the others weren’t at the beach, Yamato wouldn’t mind. He liked the place; he wasn’t able to swim in the ocean—courtesy of the devil fruit he had eaten in hunger-driven desperation a year ago—but he still loved watching the waves crash against the island, humming their song and carrying the smell of salt and freedom with them.

One day, he was going to cross those waters. One day, he won’t need this orange kimono to feel connected to him.

One day, he will see the world just as Kozuki Oden had.

Stopping at the edge of the beach, a determined smile pulled on Yamato’s lips. He didn’t care how many years it took. If he had to wait the seventeen years until Joy Boy arrived, that was fine. After all, he was still only eleven years old. He wasn’t stupid; he knew he was much too weak to get anywhere in the world on his own for now. He would wait patiently, training and preparing for the right time; just like Oden had before Whitebeard’s ship had landed in Kuri all those years ago.

And he had this bright orange kimono and tattered old journal to draw strength from.

“Young Master Yamato?”

Yamato jumped at the deep, quiet voice that came from behind him. He didn’t think anyone was there; he hadn’t noticed anyone—not even the little siblings—when he had arrived. “Who—” he started, turning around quickly to face the newcomer, but then he sighed when he recognized the tall man. “Boss Kyoshiro! Hello,” he greeted politely.

The yakuza regarded him for a moment without a word but then he slowly sat on the ground next to Yamato, facing the sea just like the young boy had before, and patted the ground next to him in invitation.

It only took Yamato a second to comply; the man was still a mystery to him, a new star in Orochi’s command and impossible to read, yet somehow… Yamato didn’t hate him. That couldn’t have been said about many of Orochi’s people.

“I like your outfit,” Kyoshiro said with a smile.

Immediately, a wide grin pulled on Yamato’s lips as he threw his arms out wide once more. “Right?!” he asked, full of excitement. “It’s for Halloween. You’re supposed to dress up like people you like!”

“The celebration from Jack-O’-Island?” Kyoshiro asked.

Yamato’s mouth fell open in surprise. “You know about it?!”

“A person very important to me told me about it once,” Kyoshiro explained, his smile widening a little… even though it seemed a little sad at the same time. “Do you like Kozuki Oden?”

“I am Kozuki Oden!” Yamato corrected proudly.

At that, Kyoshiro laughed. It startled Yamato at first because… it sounded so happy. Open and honest and completely different from the demeaning laughter Yamato was used to—and so much more real than anything Yamato had seen of the man.

In the end, Yamato couldn’t stop the giggle that bubbled out of his own chest.

“I’m sorry, I don’t have much on me but—” Kyoshiro paused, taking out a small box from his satchel and opening it, revealing a few mitarashi dango— “you can have these. For your trick or treating,” he added the last part in response to Yamato’s confused stare.

Yamato beamed. Bowing his head, he accepted the gift but before he could even thank him, a large lizard-bird landed next to them.

“There you are, Yamato.” King shot Yamato a look once he turned to his human form. “What do you think you’re doing walking around dressed like that?”

“Trick or treating,” Yamato said simply as he shoved a dango stick in his mouth.

King looked like was about to scold him but as soon as their eyes met, he groaned, rubbing at his masked forehead. “Let’s just keep you away from Kaido-san for now…”

Yamato huffed. “I don’t care what he says.”

Heaving a sigh, King wordlessly shifted back to a pteranodon to grab Yamato’s arms in his talons.

As they took off, Yamato shot one last grin at Kyoshiro. He knew barely anything about the man but he did know one thing—

He already looked forward to showing him an even better Oden next year.