#now i'm not a cat person so i'm hoping siren steps in

[canisitsnotlupus]

Feel free to ignore this but why is the burrito method bad? A lot of people at my animal hospital do it when a cat is upset and it always seemed like a good thing? I don't wanna hurt any cats so I'd appreciate the explanation, I tried looking it up but all I found was stuff abt how to do it

Again, no pressure to answer, I was just super surprised when I saw that in your latest post

burrito method is, in my opinion, okay for things that are absolutely necessary (vet checks, etc.) however, grooming AND vet care can be made a hell of a lot easier through co-op, which many people simply won't fucking do with their cats. people largely - LARGELY - steal autonomy from their cats and this is really prevalent with vet and grooming care for cats. i see vets who will take time with dogs, let them sniff and get comfortable, then immediately burrito a cat and give no time for it to warm up. and i get it, cats can cause diseases, but.. it's literally flooding and shutting down an animal. that large amount of stress is NOT good. now, it is better to make sure your cat has their shots/vet care/etc. but like grooming? you know the cat is going to need to be groomed when it's a kitten (so obviously, adopted/bought as kitten cats, not adults but you can also train adult cats), and you can train it to be more accepting of those things without the need of flooding.

burrito method is literally teaching a cat that x is bad (going to the vet, groomer, getting in a carrier, etc) and has a large chance to make it worse. this talks about using it as a bmod for cats, which is not the same, but has some good points related and burritoing is expressly mentioned:

now these ARE about socialization, again, (which imo burrito absolutely shouldn't be done, ever) but people are just.. not counter conditioning and teaching co-op to their cats for their cats CAN be groomed and vetted in methods that are not highly traumatic usually (i am not sure i agree with it is safe and humane, if the handler is skilled... no offense but most vet assistants and groomers are underpaid, rushed, and NOT skilled in applying it and most think it requires no skill whatsoever and thus, it is usually traumatic for the cat). because burritoing is SO widely accepted in the pet industry as the 'way' to deal with cats, many people just don't fucking care about teaching their pet better ways. however, co-op is very new in dogs and cats (like.. last decade it really picked up speed?) so there's hope it will be done more and we will see burritoing put to the dark ages. basically, it's a complicated topic, but using burritoing as an 'out' as to why groomers should accept cats is ridiculous due to the problems it, too, brings and the fact it is still risky to the groomer... and it's hard as frick to groom a burritoed cat. sorry i got rambley with this because it's a Hot Topic for me. i absolutely understand using less humane methods to Get The Job Done on necessary care. it sucks, but you have to do what you have to do. the problem is we SHOULD be looking for other methods, SHOULD be training our cats to not need these things for basic care, because we know damn well a cat is going to need grooming at some point, to go to a vet, get shots, etc. so why not make the experience pleasant and not traumatic for the cat? it should not simply be accepting 'well you can just burrito the cat' as the goal. no. educate the owners to training their cats to accept care easier. promote co-op. tell people cats ARE trainable and can be taught to enjoy bathing and care without the use of a method that entirely removes autonomy from the animal.

[whumpzone]

Linden & Colton - Guard Dog AU

(masterpost)

exactly what it says on the tin! as you may know I've not written in months so I'm super super happy that I enjoyed this and got it done!!

CW: pet whump, dehumanisation + dehumanising language

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The guard dog had been taken in. Everyone at the shelter was shocked, but none more shocked than the pet himself. Even better than that, he had been named. He was Col now, or sometimes Colton. He had figured that Col was the nicer, more affectionate version, but his new Master used it all the time, so perhaps he’d misinterpreted. Humans named all sorts of possessions, from plants to cars to, it seemed, guard dogs. Col happily accepted the gift.

The second he laid eyes on his owner, Col felt every ounce of loyalty he possessed being placed squarely at this man’s feet. He would be a worthwhile purchase, and protect his Master no matter what.

Master had come as a bit of a surprise at first, when Col was taken from the dog shelter to his home. He didn't look like the kind of person to make much use of a guard dog. Col stayed up all night, watching for threats, but Master's entire road was as peaceful as the man himself. The worst he'd ever seen was a few teenagers letting off fireworks.

Everything was just... a bit strange, with this new Master. He didn't have any heavy weights, no punching bag, nothing to keep Col strong. He never doled out punishments, never made sure Col knew where his devotion was placed. Col knew anyway, he was a good boy after all, but he thought all Masters needed to enforce it. His old owner had talked a lot of weak minds and needing to keep the lesson fresh. Clearly Colton's new Master had quite a bit more trust in him.

Which was weird, considering Col was a stray. But it made him all the more determined to prove himself.

Col made sure to keep busy during his otherwise unnaturally quiet new life: he lifted plastic bottles of milk for hours until his arms finally gave out; he filled a suitcase with books and squatted with it; he recited his rules at night, fighting off sleep, fighting off complacency. He spent the daylight hours pacing the house unless Master told him to calm down, which he soon realised was an order to come and kneel by his side.

The day Col fucked everything up was a day the same as any other to begin with. Master had gone shopping without him, like Col was useless, and that always made him frenetic with anxiety. He had begged, knelt with his head to the floor, to accompany him, to do his job and keep his owner safe, but Master had refused. I'll be fine, Col, he'd said softly, and then as a follow up, you can guard the house, right?

Col had done step-ups at the bottom of the staircase to try and work through his wasted energy, and when that hadn't worked, he'd stared out of the kitchen window like a hawk, every wail of an ambulance siren or police van sending his mind spiralling downwards. By the time Master returned unharmed he was a nervous wreck (utterly unfit for a guard dog, no wonder he wasn't allowed out) and he'd thrown himself at his owner's feet in relief. He knew what a wonderful rush of power his old owner had got from such an imposing pet cowering below him, and Col hoped Master might want to take him out next time, keep that feeling of power going.

In the present, Col was dutifully following Master's order to do some yoga.

The cat, Jaffa, was doing her own set of stretches alongside him, something that pleased Master greatly.

The sound of the front door unlocking pulled him from his meditation. Someone was trying to get in, Col realised, with a burst of aggression.

He sprang up like a startled animal and ran into the hall, but he still wasn't fast enough: the stranger was inside. Col noted a lean, strong build, with no obvious weapon, and tried to plan accordingly in the split second before he collided into him. He grabbed the human roughly by the shoulders and slammed him against the back of the door, letting his head crack against it with the momentum. Not enough to do any real damage, just to make him see stars. He wasted no time in pressing one forearm against his neck, letting it sit snugly against the windpipe, tight with pent up force. There was no mistaking that if he needed to press harder, he would. His other hand stayed gripping the man's shoulder, holding him in place.

'Who are you," he growled.

"Whoa! F-fuck, Linden! Get off me you crazy bastard!" the man shouted, but there was a smile on his face, which only made Col angrier.

Before he could bark his question again or tell the man to shut up, his Master appeared, running over to them. Col bent his head just enough to see both him and the intruder- he had been trained that dealing with a threat was not an excuse to ignore his owner.

The intruder gasped in what sounded like a sigh of relief, or a strained laugh. Col was still pushing on his throat.

"Mate, get off me," he said, and it was infuriating that he didn't seem at all bothered by Col's presence. Col had the upper hand, didn't he? Was there something he didn't know? Maybe this man did have a weapon concealed somewhere?

"I take orders from my Master only," Col replied, and hoped he would get one.

"Let him go, Col," Master said, "and come over here, please."

He obeyed instantly and moved to stand behind his Master's left shoulder, arms folded, glaring at the stranger. Hoping he knew that it would only take one wrong move for Col to knock his lights out.

He expected Master to tell the man to get the fuck out of his house; Colton was more than a little confused when the stranger instead threw one arm out for a hug, and Master leaned in happily.

"Hey Vik."

"Hey. Nice bodyguard you've got there."

"I'm sorry about that. Col," he turned to face his dog, "this is Vik. My brother."

His brother?

Oh, fuck.

All the blood drained from his face and he actually flinched back, his arms unfolding and instead resting hesitantly by his side. Now wasn’t the time for him to look dangerous.

He looked between the two men. Their physical similarities were suddenly glaringly obvious.

Col had fucked up. He'd fucked up and he didn't know how to make it better. He'd just tried to choke Master's brother for god’s sake, and Col was strong, sure, but he still howled when the belt was used on him, or when his owner had held his lighter to Col's arm, or when his back was slashed open and his owner kicked him between the shoulder blades. He was going to have to pay dearly for this.

"-hear me? Col? Hey, hello?"

Col blinked. His mind had wandered- a bad habit he never shook off despite hours of training. Master and his brother were stood together, eyeing him.

He pulled himself together enough to curl his hands against his heart and bow in submission.

"I'm so sorry for my mistake, Sir, it was unforgiveable, and I'm sorry," he said, forcing the words out mechanically. He didn't sound remorseful in the slightest, and he'd said he was sorry twice, it sounded stupid. His panic was starting to seep through. "I didn't know, b-but that's no excuse, and, and I'll take any punishment you see fit."

The sentence was familiar, and Col managed to dig deep for some composure. He'd be a big brave dog for this. Guard dogs didn't feel fear- they didn't feel anything. Col didn't feel anything. He straightened up, but kept his head bowed, and listened to his heart pounding in his ears. He waited to see if Vik was the type to show mercy.

Master spoke first. "No, it's okay. Just a misunderstanding, right? Vik has a key, so that's how he just appeared-"

"Hey, stop giving me evils."

"-and you were just doing what you thought was right, Col."

Col looked up slowly. Master seemed to be waiting for a response.

"What I did was unforgiveable," he tried, the panic smothering his thoughts. He had to get this right and he just didn't know how- except through pain. "I promise I'll take my punishment well, Sir, very well."

He saw Vik's eyes widen as he tried to catch Master's gaze, but it stayed fixed on Col.

"Well... you could apologise to Vik, I suppose, for- for-" Master's words were eaten up in an outburst of laughter. Col's fear took a sharp, and weird, left turn. What the fuck? "I’m sorry, I just can't believe you almost bollocked my older brother, that’s fucking hilarious!”

"Stop laughing!" Vik snapped, giving Master a mild shove that made Col bristle. "Or go do it while making me a cup of tea."

"Sorry, I'm sorry, haha, I'll leave you two alone for two seconds, I'm gonna-"

Master put a hand to his mouth to contain his laughter, and breezed past Col towards the kitchen, giving him a pat on the shoulder as he went. Master figured this was all a big joke, then.

Left alone with Vik. That would be Master's strategy, and Col figured it was more than fair. Vik had been the offended party.

He was about to lower himself to his knees, but Vik reached out a hand, stopping Col. He tensed just a fraction, no more than that: he wasn't allowed to mitigate pain.

"Fair play, mate, you were very quick. Good form, too. Got the jump on me like that." Vik snapped his fingers, making Col stiffen even more. "But we can be cool now, yeah? Now you know my face. You'll probably see me a lot, I come round all the time. So let's put this behind us and shake on it like two gents."

Col realised why Vik's hand was held out.

He thought about protesting for half a second- his old owner had always reminded him how dirty he was- but the last thing he wanted to do was look like he was buying time.

Vik would probably grab his hand and pull him down, try to throw him to the floor. Col didn't think he had the strength, so he prepared to fake it.

The handshake was the most human thing Col had ever done. Vik did pull, but towards him, and not in the rough way Col had expected. He'd forced himself to go so limp that he almost stumbled into him- he caught himself at the last moment and stood still, grazing Vik's shoulder.

"My brother's a really good man," he said, and Col was sure he knew the threat that would follow it up. So if you make one wrong move, I'll break you.

But instead, Vik's voice stayed low, and calm, with no hardness that Col could discern. There was even a smile on his face. "You're gonna be fine here."

. . .

"You're gonna be fine here," he said, doing his best to use his inside voice because he couldn't let Linden hear him being nice about him for once.

And also because the big guy still holding his hand seemed shit-scared already.

Vik had a damn good view being so near to him: Colton's face was absolutely littered with scars. That was meant to be a bad sign when it came to guard dogs- meant they were volatile or picked fights constantly. Vik wasn't so sure. He'd backed off the minute Linden intervened, and Linden had already told Vik that Colton was clearly terrified of him, even though he tried to hide it. Standing with him now, Vik reckoned he wasn't hiding it very well at all. He could feel Colton's heartbeat thrumming from his wrist like a drum.

He briefly imagined a scene in the far future, when Linden's gamble had worked out and this man was alright again, where the three of them were hanging out together, where they were all close friends. Vik would tease him for the time they first met, when Col had tried to chuck him straight back out onto the street. Linden would probably make some joke that he should’ve gone through with it. They’d all laugh – Col would be laughing hardest of all.   

Right now, Vik felt like laughing wasn't a physical possibility for Colton.

"Please punish me as you see fit, sir," Col replied, just as quietly.

"Ahh, well," Vik said brightly, giving Col a pat on the shoulder - making him flinch - and drawing back to a normal distance. His voice raised with it, giving his brother a hint that all was okay. "You weren't to know. No harm done."

Except for the back of my head which hurts like fuck, but whatever, I don't want this guy to start grovelling.

Col looked at him, his frown loosening a little bit. “Really, sir? You’d give me mercy?”

Ew. “Er, yeah, man. We’re cool.”

Linden’s voice came from the kitchen, accompanied by the sharp rings of a teaspoon being tapped against the rim of a mug, shaking off the final drops. “Tea’s ready!”

Col looked at Vik, waiting for something- instruction, probably. Vik gestured forward. “After you, mate.”

. . .

The rest of Vik’s visit passed without incident. The two brothers settled on the sofa so fluidly that Col got the impression they both sat in the exact same place every time. He felt overwhelmed with shame and apprehension as his mistake replayed in his mind. Running at Vik and pinning him to the wall, snapping at him, intending to hurt him. His Master must feel so embarrassed to have such a poorly-behaved pet.

Col knelt behind his owner and stared at nothing, keeping his back straight and his ears on the world outside. Occasionally the cat threatened to distract him with her purring and big eyes, but Colton didn’t allow himself to enjoy the sight of her. She wasn’t for his enjoyment, anyway.

“Come to mine next time, yeah?” Vik asked.

“Sure, it’s been a while. That’d be nice.”

“Alright, well I’ll head off. Nice to meet you, Col.”

Vik’s face appeared in Col’s peripheral vision, and Col looked over, giving him a nod and looking to his owner for permission to speak.

When his Master gave him an encouraging smile, Col said quietly, “Nice to meet you, sir. I’m sorry again.”

“It’s alright, Col,” Master said, reaching down and giving Col’s shoulder a gentle squeeze. Col flinched that time, too. The shame only twisted deeper in his guts. Master turned back to his brother. “I’ll wave you off.”

“You’re always keeping me out of trouble, aren’t you,” replied Vik with a wry smile.

. . .

Linden didn’t have to catch Vik before he walked out the door – they clearly both wanted to have a debrief. Their chat had been more than a little stifled with Colton kneeling right there, ramrod straight, his eyes wide and unfocused. Vik bent to put his shoes back on and stared up at Linden with a face that said what the fuck.

“Yeah,” Linden whispered. “Someone’s clearly done a number on him. Did he hurt you?”

“No, no,” Vik said, unconvincingly. “It was funny anyway. But he really is fierce when he wants to be.”

“At least I know he’s… loyal, now. Not that I took him in to be loyal. Or violent. Ah well.”

“I know, but I get it, it’s good to know he doesn’t want to use any of that strength against you. You’re safe as anything as long as he’s around.”

“Bless him. He’s so nervous all the time. He won’t even pet Jaffa.”

“You’ve got this, mate,” Vik said sincerely. “He’s still new. Maybe you’ve gotta be a bit more clear with things. Next time he looks at Jaffa, just tell him to go and pet her.”

“I’ll try. You should still come round whenever, I’ll tell him not to worry about you.” The thought of Vik almost having his ass handed to him made Linden’s lips curl up again. “Maybe buy a helmet for next time just in case.”

“Oh shut up, I could still batter him and you, you better not start thinking I’m soft. I’ll see you later. And buy him some weights or something, for god’s sake. He’ll go crazy otherwise.”

Linden laughed as Vik headed off. When he walked back into the lounge, Colton was still kneeling. Of course he was – Linden hadn’t ordered him to do anything else.

“Uh…I’m glad you’ve met my brother. Please don’t fret about earlier, Col. You’re genuinely not in trouble. Vik wasn’t mad in the slightest.”

Col didn’t move except to cast his eyes towards Linden’s face. It made him look creepy, like a mannequin. “Thank you, Sir. It won’t happen again. Thank you for this mercy.”

“It might be helpful to mark Vik as someone who’s completely trusted, you know. You don’t have to be afraid when he’s around. You don’t have to be… on high alert. He’s not going to do anything.”

. . .

Col nodded. If Vik made a move to attack, it would be for him, never his Master. Col wasn’t to fight back. “I understand, Sir. Thank you.”

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[sw-33-ts-stuff]

Could do a part 2 of Wednesday Addams x blind! Sinclair reader

I want this story to follow into the series

I read what you said about making this into a series and I love the idea *I especially love the idea of Wednesday taking r to the raven dance and taking r on a date. maybe Tyler is trying to get Wednesday but r keeps getting the way and he takes r to Lauren gates and make her disappear and she sneakily leaves something of hers behind to give wednesday, yoko, and enid a clue that she in danger*

Lauren gates has her and force Wednesday to open crackstone tomb *she litterally would do it with no hesitantion because she doesn’t want risk r safety**

A/N: Definitely will make this into a series so this will be the last sneak peek you guys get before I start it (wanna finish the Killer in NYC series first😭) for now I hope you enjoy

3rd Person POV

You stood next to your sister as you went to wish her luck quickly being interrupted by her squealing as she ran up to her gloomy roommate.

"OH EM GEE! You look purrfect, now where are your whiskers?" Wednesdays dead eyed stare snapped to the werewolf.

"Ask again and you'll be down to 8 lives." The girl nodded still happy that she'd gotten the Wednesday Addams into the costume.

She watched as her eyes went to her sister who stood patiently wishing good luck to their fellow teammates.

Enid stepped back quietly letting the goth make her way to you, sensing the two of you may want some privacy.

She didn't know Wednesday well enough yet, her motives usually being whatever was in her best interest.

She didn't want you to unintentionally end up hurt and while she was still intimidated by the raven she refused to stand by and let her bring you any harm.

"Bellisima.” Your head turned up a small smile accompanied by your now usual blush. If not for the overwhelming amount of people surrounding you Wednesday would've smiled at the sight. It seemed you only blushed whenever she was in proximity. A foreign feeling grew in her stomach at the thought of her being the reason behind your involuntary reaction.

"Hi Wednesday I really can't thank you enough for helping Enid." The girl brushed it off something else bothering her entirely.

"You should find a seat soon." Her hand almost shooting forward protectively to guide you. She didn't like you being so close to the water, unsure if you knew how to swim.

"I will Yoko's just talking to Davina before the race." You paused biting your lip. "I got you something."

The goths eyebrows furrowed as she looked to see you holding out a small black bracelet. Upon closer inspection she found a charm dangling from it, carved in the shape of a wolf.

"It's my lucky bracelet." You spoke softly cheeks still burning. "I thought it might help but if you don't like it-"

Wednesday quickly placed it around her wrist as she cleared her throat.

"I will not need it but if it provides you comfort I will wear it during the race." Your lips spread into a small smile as Yoko interrupted.

"Time to go." The young vampire guided you to the stands as Enid made her way to their boat.

Trying to distract herself she went to wave at Ajax making Wednesday hiss.

"Focus."

She knew better than to say anything else as Wednesday sat in their boat.

Bianca looked over at their boat as anticipation of what was to come rose.

"Oh look the runt of the litter."

Wednesday gave the siren a dead stare.

"For the record I don't think I'm better than everyone. Just you."

The races were off as Wednesday guided the Black Cats through the water.

You sat at the edge of your seat as Yoko gave you a play by play of everything happening.

Cheering slightly when she'd announced her sisters team was neck and neck with Bianca's.

The crowd grew louder as the race was coming to an end but you didn't need to hear Yoko as Principal Weems announced the last teams standing. Yoko's hand grips your forearm as you hear her gasp, you hiss slightly at how tight she held you.

Her hand drops as she mutters an apology, relief flooding through her once she sees her girlfriend appear above the water. Then bouncing in excitement as Enid crosses the finish line with Wednesday.

"They did it!" She gives you a slight shove as you howl for your sister. More furs following your lead.

Enid shakes Wednesdays shoulders as her body literally vibrates from their victory.

"Admit it you totally got into the whole school spirit thing."

Wednesday looks over to a seething Bianca lips almost turning up in a small smirk.

"Well you didn't mention it was a dark vengeful spirit."

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"It brings me great joy to see the Poe Cup trophy back in my old dormitory. Congratulations Ophelia Hall!"

You sat under the Edgar Allan Poe statue waiting for the ceremony to finish. You sensed another presence come up to you and heard a throat clear.

Wednesday alerting you of her presence before she went towards you.

"Mi amor, why are you sitting here alone?" As always your cheeks heat up at the sound of the girls voice.

"Enid wanted me to wait here so we could take pictures with the trophy for her blog. Shouldn't you be celebrating?" Wednesday sighed in irritation.

"Everyone keeps smiling at me. It's disturbing," she pauses. "And not in a good way."

You giggle slightly making Wednesdays dead heart almost beat.

"It's just some admiration and probably slight envy. It's not everyday the Bianca Barclay gets beaten."

Wednesday sat down next to you looking up and finding the same symbol from the picture Rowan had left for her before he died.

"Since I helped your sister win I suppose you'd like your bracelet back?" You shook your head.

"Consider it a gift, not only for helping her team but for winning." The pig tailed girl grew silent not used to being given gifts from people outside of her family. Especially gifts that weren't weapons.

"Y/n! Come on I got Yoko to be our photographer!" She began to drag you away from Wednesday, feeling her stare you waved shyly preparing for the thousands of pictures you were about to be part of.

Enid glanced at Wednesday eyes widening as she saw your bracelet sitting on her roommates wrist.

The same bracelet you stayed up for a week making to prove to your parents you could do things without their help.

She remembered the countless fights you'd had with her whenever you'd lost the piece of jewelry and thought she had stolen it. Seeing it on Wednesdays wrist not only surprised her but it also raised some concern.

She would need to talk with Yoko and soon.

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You sat on your balcony practicing your violin when your sister ran into your room.

"Hey pup!" You couldn't see her forced smile and wide eyes looking around for Yoko but you did sense the slight impatience in her tone.

"Hey Yoko's out if you're looking for her." The older sibling held back a sigh, slightly feeling bad for not being very subtle. You listened as her footsteps came closer to you, her hand resting gently on her shoulder.

"What if I wanted to talk to you?" Your eyebrows furrowed as you noticed her tone change to almost sympathetic. You put down your instrument and bow as you turned in her direction.

"What's wrong?" You tilted your head in wonder. Biting her lip Enid took a moment to consider how to approach this, you'd never had a love life thanks to your parents and if she were being honest herself as well.

It wasn't that she didn't trust your judgement she just wanted to protect you and keep you from possibly feeling any heartbreak.

"Is there something going on-"

"Fucking Addams!" Yoko groaned walking in.

"Oh hey Enid."

The fur looked to Yoko confused.

"What did Wednesday do?" The fang shook her head.

"Just causing trouble as always." She quickly dismissed. "What are you doing here?"

"Oh just wanted to see how Y/n was doing."

Enid spoke but made sure her facial expressions let Yoko know she had meant the opposite. The dark haired girl caught on nodding.

"By the way can you help me pick something out for Davina? Our anniversary's coming up."

"Sure!" The two quickly walked out as you went back to practicing.

Odd.

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"Y/N." You felt your lips tug up into their usual smile around the usual gloomy girl. However, your smile slightly fell as you realized she'd call you by your name for once.

The pig tailed girl glanced over to her roommate noticing the way she was closely watching,

"Hi Wednesday."

"Principal Weems has requested that we play for the unveiling of the Joseph Crackstone statue." You frowned.

"I'm sorry I didn't bring-"

"It seems principal Weems has already taken care of it." You nod.

"Ok, is that all you wanted to tell me?"

"Yes."

You listened as her heavy boots left, Yoko coming up behind you after eavesdropping.

"Wow she really sucks at flirting."

You shrug as you tried to swallow down your disappointment. It wasn't the first time someone had suddenly changed their feelings towards you. And you were sure it wouldn't be the last. You sucked in a deep breath before putting on a smile for your best friend.

"So where are we heading on this oh so joyous occasion?" Yoko stared for a moment seeing the slight droop in your shoulders and the way your smile felt too forced. She glanced over to the Addams girl jaw clenched.

"Pilgrim World." Bianca sang as she had made her way to the two of you, linking her arm with yours. Yoko glanced to see Wednesdays dead eyes glare at the siren. She held back a small smirk almost wanting to laugh. She caught the gaze of Enid who'd also seemed close to glaring at Wednesday until Bianca had stepped in.

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You sat in your chair posture straight as you positioned your violin under your chin patiently waiting for Principal Weems speech to end the only indication that someone was with you was the smell of petrichor and a hint of vanilla.

Is that gasoline?

You began to play once you heard the cello begin it's piece. The music eliciting a smile from Principal Weems until a small explosion created panic.

Is this part of the ceremony?

You had heard the screams but Wednesdays playing of Fleetwood Mac had transitioned to Winter and you felt compelled to follow her lead. It wasn't until Enid had grabbed your arm that you had stopped.

"Come on!" She'd dragged you towards safety but Wednesdays playing never faltered.

Principal Weems glared at the teenager who's lips turned up in a smirk.

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Enid growled in frustration as she tried to decide on which outfit to wear. Wednesday sighed in agitation as the girl would constantly ask which outfit was best.

"You're ambushing me Enid."

"I can't believe some psycho just blew up the statue, I didn't even get to do my dance." Wednesday glanced at Thing.

"You should leave or you'll be late."

The werewolf grabbed her coat. "Wish me luck"

"If he breaks your heart I'll nail-gun his."

Once she had left Wednesday returned to her novel only to be interrupted. Thing tapped the desk twice before pointing out the window. The soft sounds of violin playing in the distance. She had stepped outside listening as it seemed today you were in a more somber mood.

Tchaikovsky.

The goth played with the charm around her wrist as she looked into the night sky.

She'd had visions.

The first was of her ancestor Goody warning her the life of a raven was one of solitude.

The second was you .....covered in blood and howling in agony.

Both making it abundantly clear of one thing.

You were a distraction she couldn't afford to pay attention to.

Your playing had come to an end as you heaved out another disappointed sigh. You had hoped that your playing would prompt Wednesday to join you since you never got to finish earlier.

Yoko noticed your mood and tried to cheer you up.

"Wanna get some ice cream?" You shook your head going to lay down as you heard a yell in the distance.

Enid had scratched out the tires of the bus parked next to her. Ajax had never showed up, your violin already had her in a somber mood and the mixture of frustration towards the boy and disappointment in her roommate did not sit well with her. She knew how your mind worked. You thought that if Wednesday played it would mean she enjoyed your shared sessions. That she'd also looked forward to them and possibly want more time with you.

She watched as you had picked up your things fully intending to console you after her date.

She felt tears well up in her eyes as she stormed up to your dorm.

Further in the woods Sheriff Galpin found a mangled body and a camera full of pictures of the very creature that's been wreaking havoc in Jericho. His eyes flash in slight recognition as he fights a grimace looking dow to see he accidentally stepped into a pool of blood.

Taglist: @alexkolax @the-night-owl-blr

[alexanderlightweight]

You have a lot of really cool stories where the Nephlin have their own culture and courting rituals, but what about Warlocks?

i have so many thoughts about this and i do have some meta written about warlock customs and cultures because i have... basically a field index i'm trying to wrk on in my spare time.

one thing that i headcanon across my universes is that the consorts of powerful warlocks boost and aid warlocks in their power, contrl and spells based on the bonds between them. so depending on what the warlock and consort/s want is how the rituals are picked.

spoils of war

i hope you enjoy!

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Magnus stares across the gathering, counting the many kings and High Warlocks and Elders who have gathered here to witness his bonding.

Nearly none were at his wedding — Magnus’ mentally sneers at the word — and that was by design. Why waste the time of the downworlds most powerful for what everyone knew the nephilim considered a farce.

Normally this kind of bonding takes months to plan to advance — but Magnus knows that if he waited the amount of time it would normally take — that Alexander will only drift further away.

That is something that Magnus cannot afford, not now while he ties up the last of his deals on earth and in this realm.

Around them every warlock who has a consort has brought them along, a sign of respect that Magnus demands of them and that they obey. Magnus ordered them to bring their consorts at witnesses, something that is rarely done and even more rarely obeyed as there is no true magick that will force a warlock to bring their consort.

This however, is different.

Magnus is the reason why their consorts will now have more safety and it is why they listen.

Why they honor Magnus and his own bonding.

Still, not a single consorts face is uncovered.

For all they respect him and each other, the personal intimacy of a consort is something most warlocks are loathe to share and Magnus — despite being a king of hell — is truly no different in that aspect.

The Council of Elders gathers and Ragnor and Cat stand tall and alone, but side by side. Neither are interested in the bonds required of a consort and three other unbonded Elders join them as witnesses.

Only half of the kings have consorts and less than a third of the High Warlocks are bonded.

It means that the majority of the warlocks gathered will be witnesses, but there is enough bonding magic already gathered that Magnus knows he can do what he wants. 

The types of rituals used depend on the depth of the bond being forged and Magnus knows what he wants from this bonding.

It means using not one of the oldest rituals, but one of the rarest due to the complexity of the rituals nature, the power it takes, and the rarity of the ingredients.

In the Labyrinth, Magnus descends the stairs, guiding Alexander down with a steady hand and magic that won’t allow his boy to trip.

No one can see Alexander’s gorgeous hazel eyes, or the way they often gleam with hesitant curiosity and wary intrigue. No one will see the uncertainty Magnus is sure is in his gaze. Or the evidence of how he hasn’t yet given himself over fully, not yet gifting Magnus with his trust and devotion rather than just his submission and obedience.

Alexander is magnificent and the mask only gives him more presence, the wings of the True Nephilim frame him as he walks and while his steps are confident and graceful, Magnus knows the tremors of his heart.

The array on the floor was painted with the mixed blood of both demons and angels and then coated with a seal made from the ash of nephilim wings and the tears of a siren.

The power and magic that has been singing in the array arches almost eagerly towards them and Magnus can feels Alexander’s shudder as it twines around him.

There is hushed, awed murmur when the ritual he’s picked is recognized. Magnus can feel both the surprise and the respect and also the confusion at his choice.

For tonight, Magnus will tie Alexander to him in the most intimate of ways so that Alexander understands that Magnus will not let even the thought of him go. For they will be tied together, even in their dreams and Magnus lets the silk made from his magic gleam with his power, forcing the others to avert their eyes as he kisses Alexander.

Magnus cuts his lip and then Alexander’s, using the stele that Jem had personally gifted him and that he’s yet to try on his consort.

With magic shielding them, he lets Alexander’s robe open and sears the demonic sigil of his house and name in a rune over his consort’s heart.

Magic captures Alexander’s whine of confused pain and Magnus steals his own name from a bleeding, beautiful mouth.

“Alexander.” Magnus croons and then he sighs, letting the robes settle back into place and the protection of his magic dissipates now that none can see Alexander.

It’s a pity that Magnus had to adhere to the standards of nephilim at their political ceremony, but that won’t be a problem going forward.

The small shard of Magnus’ soul that he carefully harvested is in the form of a little pearl and Magnus summons it, holding it out expectantly. Alexander hesitates for only a breathe and then he obediently opens his mouth.

Magnus pets over his tongue for a moment, spreading magick that Alexander’s whimpers at and then he smirks as every warlock and consort in attendance begin to hum.

The vibrations of magick continue throughout the entire chamber until the very walls are reverberating and Magnus’ own magic sings in his body as Alexander’s body accepts Magnus’ soul.

[kryzeeee]

November 07, 2023

I've always known that I was different since I was a little girl. A small, 10 year-old, fifth grader walking around tiptoed. I always had a hard time going with the flow. I always had a penchant for wanting to make my own.

I've never hated that part of me. I've always had a neutral view about it, meaning that it depends on the effects its' had on my actions and decisions. However, it doesn't mean there weren't any cause for doubts.

No, actually, deep down, there were never any doubts at all. Its' just that sitting next to her made things much clearer. Like a blinding light passing through a dark forest from the road nearby along with the blaring siren.

Thinking back, it was at best, unpleasant. Nowadays, it makes me feel freer yet more trapped at the same time. Knocking on closet doors hoping to bust out.

Sitting next to her, always put a smile to my face. Any time she smiled, her eyes lit up like fairy lights. She was the most beautiful girl I had sat next to. It wasn't that she was physically built like a goddess or something.

Now, don't get me wrong, its' not that she's ugly. She's beautiful. But, it wasn't her beauty that drew me to her. It was her personality, getting to know her was one of the most interesting journey of my life.

The touch of her fingertips was like cotton candy on my skin and her laughter was like tinkling of a xylophone, a gentle song in my eardrums. She was a masterpiece, a venerable art piece.

She was strength, she was grace, she was bravery, determination and intellect yet she was weakness, a clumsy mess, a scaredy cat and she had her stupid moments.

She wasn't perfect. However, that was what made her human. It made her more beautiful than she already was. She was genuine and honest of her dislike for other's actions, yet still polite. It was inspiring seeing her struggle with putting on a respectful face and controlling her speech everytime someone irritated her. But, anytime, someone crossed a line, she was not afraid to fight for herself like a fierce tiger defending her territory.

The determination she showed in ensuring that she wouldn't hurt other's feeling made her stand out from all the other people in any room she stood in. She inspired me to always see the good in others and taught me that there are limits to the kindness I bestow upon people, family, friends, or strangers.

She broke the monotony of my everyday life. She gave a sparkle to the sullen pages and color to the dull gray of my soul. She transformed the frown on my lips into a blinding smile. She has been one of the most important people in my life since last year.

I thought that every laughter, hugs and small touches on each other's cheeks meant something. I thought they were signs that she could have felt the same way about me, that I could have been more than a friend to her. I should have told her how I felt, maybe she did feel the same. But then again my cowardice won out because I was afraid that I could ruin what we already had.

Our friendship.

Something I thought I could have forever. But, like always, I was wrong. Our relationship was like fragile glass at the edge of the cliff. A single quake, it fell, and broke into tiny little shards and stuck themselves into the soles of my feet. All the steps toward you make them dig deeper into my flesh and a suffocating pain envelops my heart.

It hurts more as I get closer to you because I'm reminded of what we could have had. You, being so close to her, your hands on her cheeks, on her hips, your sneaky little comments about her cuteness and how you wish to take her home only solidifies the regret that I feel.

No, its not just regret that stims in my soul. The jealousy that I feel is begging to release itself, tied up by loose threads in the surface of my chest. It should have been me who comforted you as you cried, mourning your father's death. But, I understand thats selfish because I couldn't possibly relate.

I'm glad she was there beside you. She helped you build yourself back up. Not because I was unable to, but simply because she could and she wanted to. She was able to choose between letting you suffer alone with no one to lean on and lending you her ears. She made the brave choice that I should have chosen and for that I respect her.

Still, I should have been there beside you, listening to your words. Instead, I hid away from any sign of growing closeness to other people because I've always been afraid to get hurt. I know I shouldn't be jealous, I let it come to this.

I let everything we built together turn to ash, like a flightless, wet paper plane deemed useless, then burned in the blazing fire. You deserved someone open, genuine, brave, kind, and determined by your side. You deserve someone better.

I realize that's not me and it will never be.

You were one of the first people that inspired me to be genuine and for that, there will always be special place for you in my heart and I will always be there to help you in any way I can.

I regret that I wasn't able to maintain the friendship we once had. Yet, I'm thankful that I was able to end it the way it should.

[h0ly-fire]

Hey , tumblr is really acting up today so once again I'm posting chapter 3 because it's just not showing up for me. Anyways enjoy💖

Tw: slight child abuse, mentions of murder,anxiety

Pairings : Axel x reader Otto x reader Oscar x reader

Runaway

Chapter 3:

Pleading and bad Memories

Holding Stinky, you wobbled over to the entrance of the T.V. store, the door alerting that you came in. Setting the cat down, ignoring the looks people gave you, you looked around for someone who would know about who’s upstairs. Walking around, touching the buttons of different televisions, you caught the attention of an employee.

Now, usually, Elliot would simply ask you to leave, but since he knew you caught him taking a picture of you, he assumed you came in here to question about it. Clearing his throat and with a deep breath, cutting his conversation with a customer short, he walked over to you. He was slightly scared coming up to you since he did see you quite literally fall out of the sky in what seemed to be a bright light. He was sure that you were from another world, an Alien to put it simply. He wasn’t far off in that you were from somewhere “different” though. Although, you yourself wouldn’t exactly say “alien”, more like a time traveller? Anyways, coming up to you, he tapped you on the shoulder.

Turning around you come face to face with a kind-looking man, his uniform neatly pressed. You assumed he was the owner, just the person you were looking for.

“Yes?” You said with the best fake smile you could muster.

“Umm, may I ask what it is you’re doing here?” His voice had a slight tremble, which didn’t go unnoticed by you.

“Why, yes indeed”, with an even wider smile you leaned slightly forward trying to intimidate the man. “You see, I was in the alleyway beside this establishment when I happened to notice someone taking a picture of me from the window upstairs.”

Leaning back from the man’s face, your smile turned into a frown. “So, I’d like to know who exactly that was and why. I won’t be leaving until I get my answer.” You crossed your arms.

“W..well you see that person was..”, he made an awkward laugh, scratching his left arm slightly out of anxiety. He was scared to tell you. You seemed quite intimidating.

“That person was who?” You were getting sort of annoyed at this point. This man was stalling.

“Well… it was me”, he gave another awkward laugh, quickly looking at you and back at the floor.

“You? You don’t look like you work for The Commission, nor do you act like it”, poking his chest you continued to ask him questions. “Who exactly are you and why were you taking my photos?!” You had raised your voice at this point. It didn’t matter if people heard as they wouldn’t understand anyway. All that mattered is that you got your answer.

“Well”, at this point Elliot was sure that he was trembling, his knees wobbling slightly. Elliot was never one for confrontation. “Well, you see, I saw you when you fell from that portal thing and I-”, he was cut off by you stepping even closer to him.

“You saw that!”

“Well, ye-”

“Was I awesome looking?!”

“What?”

“Never mind, it doesn’t matter, of course I was awesome looking”, your face had relaxed at this point.

Elliot, thinking you looked friendly when you didn’t have a crazed look in your eyes, continued on. “Umm, if you want we can go upstairs and I can explain.” He still felt his anxiety rising, you were to close for comfort. It didn’t help that a few moments later he heard guns go off.

With a panicked look, you turned to the location where the guns went off. Crap, they were here. That was fast, you thought to yourself. Pushing the man down to the ground, you told him to stay there. He doesn’t deserve to get caught in the crossfire.

Looking back up you saw them. Axel, Otto, and Oscar. You had learned their names when none of the other agents bothered to. It was the least you could do to show some respect to your used to be co-workers. You’d like to think you could have made friends if it wasn’t for the fact that you were a traitor and they were here to kill you.

“Umm, well hello again, guys”, with a light laugh you slowly back up. This all felt too familiar to you and not in a good way.

They step towards you, holding their guns up. They weren’t going to let you escape this time. You were keeping them from going home to eat dinner, after all. Holding both hands up, to show you had no weapon, you decided that maybe you could explain to them why you did what you did.

“Now I know the Handler sent you after me because I made an error, but you gotta believe me it was for a good cause!”

They continued forward. They weren’t sure why they just didn’t shoot you already, they guessed it was because they wanted to hear your pathetic excuse. When they seemed to be listening, you continued. It seemed the only thing that might work is to tell the truth.

“You see, I saved a little boy from dying from a very, very bad person. His Mother! My Mother!” You were slightly crying now. You never told anyone about your family life, but in this case, you had to. “You see, the Handler she wanted to make sure I-”, with a gulp you continued on, it was hard to say it. “She wanted to make sure I had no loose ends from my old life. She wanted me to make sure my brother was dead.”

The brothers were shocked to hear this, though none of their faces showed it. Even so, this was their job, they had to finish it. They walked closer to you, backing you up into a wall. You had noticed their fingers on the trigger. With one last attempt, you pulled out a picture you had of you and your little brother.

“Wait! Wait.. see this?” You held the picture up to their faces. “You see, this is my little brother! He’s only ten! He needs me! Our mom doesn’t care about him! I only stole the briefcase and ran away so I could see him again. So please, please you have to understand. You’re all brothers, aren’t you?“

With a pleading look, you continued on. "You have to understand. Everything I’m doing, I’m doing for him. What if she asked one of you to kill each other, hmm?” You were looking at the ground now, not wanting them to see you cry, you didn’t want to appear weak in what seemed like your final moment alive.

Axel had put his gun down slightly. At war with himself as to what to do. His brothers gave him a questioning look, waiting for him to do something. He did understand, he’d probably do anything if it was him in this situation, just to see one of his brothers again. He understood what he had to do. Even if he might regret it.

Lowering his weapon, his brothers hesitating but doing the same, he looked at you. You were dirty and you stank. You looked like you went through hell. He decided that they would help you get home safely to your brother even if it meant they too would be in danger.

“Otto.” The tallest of the brothers looked at him.

“Yes?” Axel tilted his head towards your cowering figure.

“Knock them out”.

You had fallen, about to hit the floor, but thankfully Otto had caught you. Oscar picked up Stinky who happened to be underneath you the whole time. Walking out the store, the three of them walked back to the truck. Otto and Oscar were confused as to why the job wasn’t finished yet but decided not to question their brother. Setting you in the back gently, Otto went back to sit on the passenger side. Oscar was sitting in the back watching you, while Stinky decided he would lay on your chest. They drove off with the sound of sirens in the background.

Elliott looked around after the three blonde men had walked out with your unconscious body. His store was a mess, but he was thankful you had saved his life. He just hoped his insurance covers the damage.

[missjoker96]

Hey my lovely clown friends! ♡♡♡

This was my own idea and no request this time. I hope it's good, so please enjoy it! :)

Female Reader and Joker

Joker stalking and kidnapping an innocent girl

It's your point of view.

It was half past ten in the evening and you walked through the streets of Gotham. It was loud like during the day. And you always thought the same. Why did you even move into this dirty and fucked up city? But then again you did it to make your family proud. You got a job in a bank and a nice apartment which was very comfortable for you, because you were a single young woman. You even thought about owning a pet, because you always wished to have a cat and soon you would have one. You tried to bring your brain on other thoughts while you were alone in a big and dangerous city. All you could hear were the siren of a police car, other cars and drunk people laughing. It was definetely time to get home before people notice you alone as a woman without weapons. You took a deep breath and continued to walk. The street lamps were the only light for you and most of the windows from buildings were already dark. "Why have I decided to go out at this late time? I'm so stupid." You spoke to yourself and suddenly you heard foot steps. They didn't belong to you and your heart raced faster. Someone has noticed you and probably followed you already. This wasn't a good sign and you walked faster. The direction didn't matter now and you breathed faster until you arrived an unfamiliar street where you stopped.

Suddenly you noticed a shadow on a building. It wasn't your shadow and you thought about turning around and face the person who followed you. You only had two choices. Eighter running away or look your follower into his eyes. You were a brave young woman and turned around. Nobody was there, only this shadow and you decided to speak. "Who is there? That's not funny. Show yourself or I call the police!" This was riskful, because you had no idea who was there behind the building. And then he finally showed himself. You barely noticed his face, because it was so dark and he stepped into the light. A cold shiver ran down on your back and you slowly stepped back. It was a guy dressed as clown. He wore a red suit, green hair and clown make up. This must have been a true nightmare, because you hated clowns. You were scared of them since your childhood. And now you have been stalked from a clown. Could it be worse than that?

"Why did you follow me, clown?" You finally asked, but he came closer and put a clown mask on to cover his face. Maybe he was scared to be seen and grabbed your hands. Did he really want to kidnap you? It looked like he would kidnap you and put a cloth around you, so you couldn't talk anymore. And you had the feeling of running away, but at the same time you were frightened, because this clown could have killed you if he carried a gun with him. He even hand cuffed you and leaded you away from this place. You wished to hear his voice and he finally spoke to you. "I followed you, because of a very good reason. Now be a good girl and walk. Oh and my name isn't clown. My name is Joker." You have heard this name before, but you didn't know that you met exactly this clown in red suit. Since you couldn't speak anymore, you only did what he wanted from you. It was a bad idea to argue with a clown and you were scared of them too. All the way you walked with him was silent. Nobody seemed to notice you both and nobody was there to help you. You were alone with a clown who just kidnapped you. And it felt as if it was a never ending walk. You thought about his name. Joker. There was only one clown who owned this name and you felt how your anxiety grew with each moment you thought about him. But then, finally he stopped to walk and you heard how he unlocked a door. Your eyes were always on him. His red suit, the green hair and the clown mask that covered his face. Suddenly he turned around and spoke to you.

"We are there. Promise me to be silent and don't try to scream. I don't want to hurt you, okay?" He didn't want to hurt you, but he kidnapped you. How funny and strange, but you only shook your head and stared at his outfit. The clown leaded you inside and removed the cloth from your mouth, but he kept your hand cuffed. Maybe he was afraid that you try to escape sooner or later, but you were a good girl. You were afraid of him, but you could also calm down and feel a bit safer. The idea was strange, but it was better to be a prisoner of a clown than getting hurt or sexually abused from drunkards. Gotham was dangerous enough and known of crimes. "Alright, Joker. Why are you doing this? Do you want to be known as the clown prince of crimes?" Your question was brave as he leaded you to a table where he pointed to a seat. Of course you sat down and he began to study your features. You wished that he put his clown mask off, but you didn't ask him. "I am the clown prince of crimes. What is your name?" He asked you and you rolled your eyes before you answered him. "Is this your kind of conversation, Joker? My name is (Y/N)." Finally you told him your name and he smirked behind the clown mask. He didn't sound so evil, but you wouldn't trust him anyway. He stalked you and kidnapped you. And he seemed to enjoy it. But he didn't tell you why he did that. "Nice to meet you, (Y/N). Please don't fear me. There are so many people who fear me, because I'm a clown." Joker watched you and felt bad inside. He wasn't here to hurt you, but you had no idea about it. It angered you and you yelled at him. "I have a fucking clown phobia since my childhood and you tell me I shouldn't fear you. What is wrong with you, clown?" Okay this was hard, but you had a good reason to yell at your kidnapper. And he didn't mind that, because he was used getting insulted and hurt. He turned his head against the wall and dropped the clown mask. You looked at his green curly hair from behind and noticed how he looked down to the ground. Somehow you felt bad for him and something told you that you should tell him that you are sorry for insulting him. After a moment of thinking, you decided to speak to him. Your eyes were fixed at him and you spoke. "Please forgive me, Joker. I didn't want to insult you."

Joker looked down and spoke with a sad voice. "It is okay, (Y/N). I couldn't know about your clown phobia. I should let you go and stop to kidnap young woman." Suddenly he turned around and looked into your face. You could see his face finally! And you both could tell that your eyes were big and your mouth was half opened. "What?" He asked and lit himself a cigarette. It was clear that you were speechless and surprised about his handsome features. Your bones were weak and your heart raced faster. Could you explain him what you think of him? No. It wasn't easy for you and you just said what you thought. "Nothing, but you are beautiful. I think you are the most beautiful clown I've ever seen in my whole life." Your eyes were fixed at him and his face expression changed. He took a long drag of his cigarette and came towards you. You were nervous, but not afraid anymore. Deep in his heart he was a kind person, ignored from society and looking for revenge. But you couldn't know that and you were afraid that he might not like your compliments. "Are you kidding?" He finally asked as he stood in front of you. His face didn't look angry but he wanted to know if you made a bad joke or if you meant it serious. "No. Why would I be kidding? I mean it serious, Joker. You are very beautiful." You sounded like a fan girl and he suddenly smirked. His smirk made you weaker. You loved every part of his clown make up and wanted to tell him that, but Joker spoke to you now. "You are the first who tells me compliments. I think you understand me. Nobody has ever understand me." His voice was like music in your ears and you listened to him as if you knew about what he spoke. People ignored him all his life, but since he was known as Joker, people finally noticed him. He became a villain, but it wasn't his fault. You wanted to hug him and tell him that everything is going to be okay, but you were still hand cuffed. Wasn't it romantic? You've got eyes for Joker, your kidnapper and you were hand cuffed. This was a very exciting situation. "Yes I understand you and I tell you compliments, because they are true about you. You maybe think I'm kidding, but I'm not." You tried to avoid his face, but it was nearly impossible. He was too handsome to be ignored. Your thoughts told the truth about him and your heart made a step. This kind of situation barely happened in life, that a girl fell in love with her kidnapper.

The green haired clown believed you and blew a dark smoke out of his mouth. He studied your eyes and had something in mind. He wasn't shy or something like that, but he was afraid that you maybe slap him after he did what he wanted to do. You both had the same thought and your eyes were fixed at each others. Joker trusted you already and unlocked your hand cuffs. Finally you were free and the first thing you did was hugging him. "Thank you Joker! I knew that you have a good heart and not a bad one." You sounded happy and you smelled his parfum and the scent of the cigarette. He was still smoking and placed his free hand on your cheek. His hand felt good on your soft and warm skin. "It is good. I see that I can trust you, so there are no hand cuffs needed anymore. You are really a good girl, (Y/N)." He smiled at you and finished his cigarette. It was amazing and so intimate to watch him smoking. He was so beautiful and handsome and you were so naive and trusted him. But he trusted you too. If not then you would still be hand cuffed. For a moment you thought about kissing him and you placed your hands on his cheeks and pressed your lips against his red painted ones. You just kissed your kidnapper! And all the anxiety you got disappeared. Joker replied your kiss and wrapped his arms around you. You both were surprised and you could tell that he loved being kissed. This was reality and once you both broke the kiss, your eyes were fixed at his. And Joker's eyes were fixed at yours. How could he have such intense green eyes?

"Oh my god Joker. This was very intense and beautiful. Forgive me for this kiss, but I feel.." You wanted to end your sentence, but he smirked and kissed you one more time. This was the final answer. He felt the same for you and it was like love for the first sight. You wanted to touch his hair with your fingers and feel those sexy curls on your soft skin. He stroked your cheeks during the kiss and looked into your eyes. "I know what you want to say, (Y/N). You feel drawn to me. Am I right?" You even loved his sexy voice and you could only shake your head, because your eyes were fixed at his handsome features. You needed a moment to answer him and took his hands into yours. His hands were so soft and beautiful. Everything on him was beautiful and you finally spoke. "I feel drawn to you and I love you, Joker. And I forgive you for stalking me and kidnapping me." You got a smirk on your face and Joker noticed it. He cupped your cheeks and answered you. "I also feel drawn to you, (Y/N). You have something particular on you and I never felt this way before." Joker's words made you happy and you kissed him again. You were truly naive, but you listened to your heart and your heart never lied. This clown was in your dreams and now everything made sense. He was looking for you and kidnapped you, to show you who he really was. Somehow you felt scared at the first time when you met him, but then it became exciting and romantic even after he hand cuffed you. This experience was still in your mind. "Me, particular? Thank you. That's a compliment Joker. Would you like to hand cuff me again? It was very romantic for me." You sounded as if you loved being part of a crime and Joker didn't want to believe what he just heard from your mouth.

"Are you serious, (Y/N)" His voice sounded surprised and he raised his eye brows. He looked at you with his green eyes. Those wild eyes! And you bit your lower lip nervously and pulled him closer. "I am serious, but as long as I am with you everything is perfect. We can do the hand cuff thing later again my clown prince of crimes." You smirked at him and kissed his lips again. The taste of his lips was sweet. He replied your kiss and then looked at you. "Why waiting if I could hand cuff you now?" Joker laughed and you knew it was just a joke of him. You met the most dangerous villain of Gotham City but also the most attractive and handsome one. The best on him was that he didn't kidnap you to hurt you, he did it because he got feelings for you. The same happened to you and suddenly you hand cuffed him and yourself.

"Now we are both hand cuffed to each other. You're my Joker now." You smiled at him and he smirked. His beautiful smirk and he looked at your hand cuffed hands. "I like that idea very much. Now come here, (Y/N)! Let me kiss your sweet lips one more time." And you let him kiss your lips. Joker pressed his lips against yours with closed eyes and you both were lost in each others kisses...

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[umbralogia]

Hello friend!! I saw you ask for fic requests and if you want to I'd love to see you write something fluffy! For example one of them comes to the loft absolutely drenched and shivering (why? idk) and the other person makes it their mission to warm them up. How do they do that? (totally not inspired by the fact that i'm freezing.) I hope you're having a good day!!

I want to thank you again for this request. I’m sorry it took me so long to get to it ^^’ I figured I should get back at you for all of the angst I felt reading your fic One Missed Call (which I very strongly recommend to everyone who sees this), so I’m sorry if this is too angsty. 

(read on ao3)

He watches the waves as they walk down the path through the park. They brush against the rocky shoreline, the water sinks into holes in between stones. The sound should be soothing, it should be relaxing like the sounds that Clary plays when she meditates in the sun.

Instead, it brings a touch of anxiety and a small awful feeling that Magnus can’t place.

He feels as though he’s missing something, like a pain that was once so fundamental to his being that’s now numbed. It’s under the surface, something he wants to feel again, like pressing on a bruise, though he can’t find the bruise.

Cat continues ahead of him, her fingers trace over the handrailing which transitions from metal poles into wooden stakes tied with loose ropes. It’s meant to make the park look oceanic, like the view of Manhattan from Roosevelt Island is beautiful, but Magnus only sees the tall steel towers on the other side of the East River, the millions of glass windows that look out to them. He supposes they would be gorgeous in the sunlight, but the sun is hidden behind thick clouds of overcast.

“You doing okay?” Cat asks, she turns back from the path to look at him. She looks concerned, as concerned as she has been for the past two weeks.

She’s been continually pressing him to talk. Life has been a whirlwind and Cat knows him too well. She knows more than he’s told her-- that he reunited with Clary, had magic, lost magic, lost Alec, found his magic again, reunited with his father, sentenced his father to imprisonment in eternal limbo, ruled Edom, faced Lilith, nearly killed himself and Alexander, escaped a crumbling realm in the nick of time, gotten married, lost Clary again…

It’s dizzying.

The feeling takes over the pang of absence he feels.

Magnus focuses his thoughts on the river. He’s always hated the East River, the rampant pollution and stink. It’s only beautiful from afar.

“I’m fine,” he says, and he rolls the doomed feeling from his shoulders and ignores it when it remains.

They’re there to talk to a siren.

A lock of her hair is all they need, Magnus reminds himself as Cat ducks underneath one of the ropes. Magnus follows behind her and casts a cursory glamor to protect them from wayward eyes. He carefully steps down the unstable rocks, shifting his balance a few times to catch himself until they’re only a few steps from the water’s edge.

Just a lock of her hair and they can return to the loft.

Cat reaches into her purse and pulls out a small green velvet bag. She opens it and dumps out a single silver coin that fits perfectly in her palm.

“Would you like to do the honors?” She asks, looking up at him, offering the coin.

It’s dirtied with time, the words and designs on the sides of it worn away. Magnus takes the coin and feels the weight of it in his hand for a moment or two. He knows what he has to do with it to summon the siren, but he still feels guilty for chucking the coin into the river. It’s an antique, one that Maryse had given him. He wonders if she was aware of its use.

The coin flies so far that they don’t see it when it reaches the water. It doesn’t make a sound.

The river bubbles. The swarming of bubbles moves closer towards them, anchored to the signature of Magnus’s touch. Sirens are overly sensitive to magic, addicted to it like a child to sugar. The bubbles lighten the dark water and before Magnus can pull Cat to take a step backward, a girl bursts through the water.

She flips her light blue hair back, spraying them with filthy water.

“Magnus Bane,” her coal dark eyes lock with him instantly. “Enchanted seaweed? Or something more valuable this time?”

“I need a lock of your hair,” he steadies himself on the rocks and tries not to think about just how deep the water is near his feet.

“Are you conjuring someone’s wish?” Her black eyes widen, she doesn’t blink. Sirens never do.

“Yes.”

The siren turns to Cat and looks at her with the same piercing gaze. They both know that sirens have the ability to see desires, that this visit will make both of them targets to her game.

“You can’t wish a baby to conception,” the siren tells Cat.

Cat doesn’t flinch, her words are a little more tender than she means to be. “It’s not my wish.”

The siren turns to Magnus. She squints at him, looking him up and down as though she’s trying to find a weakness in his armor. He knows he has many, that she’s looking for what will hurt him at the core. She skips past his fear of loneliness, his fears of not being good enough for himself or for those around him.

“I can grant yours,” she says with a smile, her sharp teeth glisten against her sea-tinted lips.

Magnus frowns a little and opens his mouth to ask just what desire she has decided to prey upon. Before he can speak, her slimy hand grabs him by the ankle and yanks.

He hits the rocks hard before he can grab for Cat.

Water. Dark, salty, awful water. His eyes burn. His lungs freeze in his chest, his heart is in his ears.

“Abomination!”

“There is no fixing this.”

Black. Everything is black.

“Mama!”  

He feels the pull to the surface and let’s Cat drag him onto the rocks. He coughs the water from his lungs, panting for air, the spots in his vision slowly disappear as she pulls him further out of the water.

Steel skyscrapers blend into the gray sky above them. An awful nauseating smell twists at his insides before he realizes its the East River, that they’re on Roosevelt Island. He takes a deep breath, shaking and exhales.

He climbs up a few feet before he stretches out on his back, exhausted and weighed heavy with wet fabric.

“Did you get it?” He asks.

Cat dangles a large clump of light blue hair, damp with filthy river water. “I yanked it out of her head.”

He nods in silent approval, still waiting for his lungs and heart to catch up with one another. Magnus rubs his sandy hands over his face, not caring about the grains that stick to his skin and find their way into his hair.

He snaps his fingers to dry himself off, but the magic doesn’t rise to the surface. He feels like a snuffed candle as he reclines on the awful, shifting rocks, still breathing heavily. Magnus realizes that the siren must’ve dragged his magic from his body when she pulled him down, his hands shaking, still ready to snap.

Cat dries him off the best she can, a quick brush of her hand leaves him feeling only slightly damp instead of waterlogged. “Should I call Alec?”

Magnus shakes his head. “He’s on patrol with Jace.”

She looks at him like that doesn’t mean anything, but they both know that Alec has become Jace’s rock with Clary’s latest disappearance. Neither one of them can find it in them to separate the parabatai without any guilt.

He accepts Cat’s hand up and slips through the glamor he had placed as they walk back onto the path. The park is empty aside from a few dog walkers and tourists. It doesn’t stop Cat from summoning a portal, spinning and swirling through the air, pulling him with the sweet sandalwood promise of home.

They step through. Magnus’s feet touch the hardwood floor of the hall just inside the door, his boots squeak, he can feel the water of the East River puddled near his toes. It’s a disgusting feeling he never wants to feel again.

“What did the siren mean when she said she was going to grant your wish?” Cat asks, already on the move. Magnus doesn’t move from where he stands.

“I don’t know,” he says, pulling at the laces of his boots.

Cat’s tone changes, but her words are too fast and complicated. She’s in the other room and Magnus lets her words slip past his tired mind. The laces are slick against his fingers as he pulls at them again and frees his foot. The water trapped inside puddles on the floor. Magnus can’t find it in him to magic the water away.

“Why are you soaking wet?”

Magnus looks up, the words cut through the numbness of his head.

Cat must’ve woken Alec up from a nap, his hair is a fluffy mess and he’s squinting a little, though it might be because he’s confused. Magnus opens his mouth to say something, but Alec is already kneeling in front of him, untying his other boot.

“I was pulled into the East River,” he says, and Alec doesn’t even question it. “You don’t have to--” he starts, but Alec’s fingers take the boot off of his foot and start to pull off his waterlogged socks.

Cat comes around the corner with some towels and Alec turns to take them from her. Magnus is sure Alec thanks her, but time blurs as his husband dries off his feet and his best friend slips out the door, a small pat on his back tells him that she’ll call later.

Alec stands and drapes a towel over his shoulders. “You okay?”

Magnus nods, he can’t help but smile when Alec looks at him, worried. “I’m fine, Alexander.”

It’s obvious that Alec doesn’t believe him, that Magnus doesn’t believe himself. Alec takes his hands and leads him into their bedroom and into the ensuite bathroom. He helps peel off his damp clothes, the jacket, his vest and shirt, Alec gets his pants off before he can think of a stray comment or joke.

Alec pulls off his own clothes. He’s graceless and Magnus wants to tease him, but Alec leads him into the shower and turns on the water.

“You don’t have to do this,” Magnus murmurs before Alec turns the shower spray on.

“I want to,” Alec says softly. His fingers sweep Magnus’s dark hair back and off of his forehead before he lathers it with shampoo. It’s too easy to get lost in Alec’s touch, to feel his gentle, nimble archer fingers playing in his hair. He’s almost surprised that Alec doesn’t play with his hair, doesn’t brush it straight up or curl the longer locks around his finger.

Alec moves his head back to rub his fingers against his temples and Magnus has to stop himself from falling into a near blissful sleep.

“Cat said the siren tried to grant you a wish,” Alec says as he rinses the shampoo out of his hair.

“She tried to drown me,” Magnus mumbles.

“Would you tell me if you wanted to drown?”

The question brings him out of the stupor that Alec has caressed him into.

If he thinks hard enough, he can still feel where his stepfather’s fingers were when they held him down in the water, trying to drown him. Magnus blinks the sensation away, his heart still pounds in his chest on the verge of panic.

“Do you remember why I said no bathtubs when we were looking at apartments?” Magnus doesn’t mean for his words to be so terse, but it feels like Alec has found the ache he had longed to feel again. He doesn’t understand why he feels so attacked like Alec has done something more than asking a necessary question.

Alec’s hands trace down from the back of his head to the center of his back and rest there. “Yes, but--”

“Why would I want to drown, Alec?” Magnus took a step out of the spray of the water and turned around.

Alec’s hair dripped in his face, his hazel eyes looking for answers.

His fingers find Alec’s. He brings their hands up to look at their rings, the simple twin silver bands that rest on their fingers.

The feeling of fingers on his skin, holding him down disappears. He’s standing in the shower, Alec is in front of him, watching him like he’s waiting for Magnus to break or move on.

He moves on.

“I have you,” Magnus thinks, and it’s not until Alec’s fingers tighten against his that he realizes he’s said it. “I don’t know why she tried to drown me. I don’t know what my deepest desire is.”

Alec puts too much soap onto the washcloth and starts to rub away at the river mud stubbornly caked somewhere on his face. Magnus tries not to pull away when Alec starts to wipe away at the makeup running down his face.

“What do you want more than anything?” Alec asks.

“Cheesecake,” Magnus mumbles.

“Yeah?” There’s a smile in Alec’s voice. “From the place down the street?”

“Don’t leave me to go get cheesecake,” Magnus says with a soft laugh. “I want to go to bed,” he says softly and realizes part of what’s missing, “with you.”

“It’s like six,” Alec is still smiling.

Magnus opens his eyes and stares at his husband. “You were asleep when I got home, don’t tell me what time it is.”

“I wasn’t asleep,”

“Is bedhead a new hairstyle?”

Alec is quiet. “Naps don’t count.”

“Naps count,” Magnus says with a small smile. “I thought you were going to be on patrol tonight with Jace.”

Alec’s shoulders drop a little, “Izzy wanted to take over, she wants to know how he’s doing.”

Magnus knows not to press. He knows that Jace is a disaster, that he’s been ruined by everything that’s happened in the past few weeks. He’s made an effort to avoid Jace as much as possible since he was possessed by the Owl. Jace still feels guilty, it wafts off of him like smoke and suffocates their every attempt to talk about something other than Alec.

The water turns off and Magnus hasn’t blinked before Alec is drying him off.

“I can do it,” Magnus takes the towel and Alec lets him. He dries himself off and watches Alec as he dries himself as well.

He thinks about trying to push him, how he could place his fingers along his husband’s jaw and direct his gaze, kiss him until their hands start to grasp at one another, touch over touch, clumsily finding their way to the bed. It feels dishonest. Considering it feels startling.

Magnus walks past Alec and enters the bedroom. He grabs whatever old shirt Alec has in the first drawer and pulls it on, fingers snagging in the holes. Then the silky leopard print boxers that Simon had given him as a joke.

“I love you,” Alec whispers against the back of his neck, once he’s found his place on the other side of the bed. His fingers gently press against Magnus’s back, raking up and down his spine. “I know you’ll talk to me when you feel ready, but just know that I love you no matter what. You can’t scare me away.”

He leans against the touch and Alec lets Magnus collapse against him. They lay down beside one another, curled up in soft touches. Magnus turns at some point to rest against Alec’s chest, draped over him carefully.

Alec’s fingers are in his hair, brushing it straight back, then trailing down his neck to his shoulders. He relaxes into each stroke, each touch. All he wants to feel is Alec, the way he breathes like he’s afraid that if he breathes normally, it’ll wake Magnus up from his near sleep. His touch is featherlight, delicate because he’s afraid of breaking whatever he touches.

It reminds him of what it felt like to sleep beside Alec when he didn’t have his magic.

He had felt more naked than he ever could physically. Magnus had never realized that magic burned underneath his skin, that it was the prickling against his body when the atmosphere shifted. He hadn’t been aware of the sensation until it had left him. He had longed for that feeling, for an ounce of the control it granted him, for the feeling of burning from the inside out.

Now that it had returned, he almost wanted it to disappear.

“I miss being mortal with you.”

Alec’s fingers slow, but continue to move across his skin. “what?”

Magnus frowns, he opens his eyes to look at the dark runes on Alec’s skin. They’re so stark against his skin that they seem to burn through the thin white fabric of his t-shirt. It’s easier than looking into his husband’s eyes. “I miss being moral with you.”

“Why?”

He shakes his head, “I don’t know.”

Alec’s fingers stay on his shoulders. Magnus can feel that Alec’s thinking, or maybe he’s waiting for Magnus to stop thinking and start explaining. He curls his own fingers into the fabric of Alec’s shirt, his fingernails brush against Alec’s skin and it makes him almost shiver.

“It felt simple, just… life and death, and now it’s just life and more life.”

“Magnus,”

“I’m not suicidal,” he says quickly.

Alec exhales underneath him. Magnus doesn’t know if it’s out of relief.

“It’s just… I have you and I want to have you forever, and not for your forever, but my forever.” He feels lighter but sinks more against Alec. “I felt like, with Clary, there was always the possibility of some rune to solve everything. An Alliance rune bleed over, or the Resurrection rune, something, and now that she’s gone,” Magnus’s thought disappears into a feeling before he can find the words for it. It feels like something inside of him has fizzled into nothing like an ember in a dying fire.

Alec’s fingers are a little heavier against his back. Magnus feels Alec breathe in and out deeply before he speaks. “We’ll find a way.”

“How can you be sure?”

“I just know,” Alec whispers before resting his head against Magnus’s. He curls in a little more and Magnus has to move to get comfortable again.

Magnus tries to let Alec’s intuition settle his thoughts. “I’m glad one of us knows.” He can’t help but smile, turning to rest his head against Alec’s. He isn’t even aware of his own magic until the bedside light goes off.

“Tomorrow we’ll get cheesecake and everything’ll be better,” Alec murmurs, and before Magnus can settle into him, Alec tenses. “Wait,” Alec squirms a little and Magnus detaches himself to allow for it. “Why is it whenever I try to comfort you, you always make me the little spoon?”

“Because you’re an octopus and if you aren’t the little spoon, I can’t move.” Magnus rests his lips against the top of Alec’s head, his damp hair already beginning to curl. “We figured this out months ago, please keep up.”

[weirdo-writes]

The original https://my.w.tt/2u6SO1Ooi8

So uhh apologies if the reader seems op but like... 👉👈

"Ugh frickin rain" you muttered to yourself.

You made your way to a little cafe where it's said to be where passione stays most the time.

You were from the hitman team, your job? To get some information about the boss.

The door of the cafe opens with a ringing sound. (those little bells that go on doors)

You quickly sneak your way towards the restrooms. Your stand [Transit of Venus] let you time travel anywhere, anytime as anybody, but that was after you had heard the voice, she used to only be able to let you sing like a siren allowing you to control others.

You had traveled to a different universe a while back a universe where it was mostly animals, but the thing was, they could talk.

You managed to find your universal counterpart, it's name was Caramella. You used your stand to bring Caramella to you, "what is it this time?" You whispered the plan to her as she nodded. She changed into a more normal looking cat (according to your universe).

She walked out of the bathroom and started to track the team. You had equipped a tiny camera on the cats collar allowing you to whisper commands to the cat and letting you watch what was happening.

You went to leave the cafe to go to the alley in the back when you smacked into somebody.

"Judging by the looks and height this is Bruno Bucciarati...". 

"Many apologies M'am I wasn't looking where I was going!"

       "Hey he's pretty cute for somebody that's apparently the bad guy"

"Keep it together Sonata(nickname)"

The voice in your head spoke nobody knew about him, you two fell in love and were put in a situation in which he was deemed the villain.

But that was many years ago.

"Sorry sir I was lost in my thought, I should be going now I'm kinda in a rush. I hope to see you soon!"  You faked a smile after all it wasn't too hard you had to do it often. The fake words you spit out made you feel sick, you hated lying to an innocent person but you were required to.

You quickly left to go to the alley.

"Just in time!" You whispered as you pulled out the laptop.

Thank goodness you were being protected by the roof otherwise your computer would have been soaked.

Caramella's POV/3rd person

(underline is Caramella's thought/speech)

"This is Giorno Giovanna he will be joining our gang, I expect you respect him." Bruno finished talking and held his arms out presenting Giorno.

"Excuse me Bucciarati, Somebody wants to see you." A waiter had walked in, he seemed worried.

"Giorno Giovanna? He smells familiar..."

Caramella thought as she sniffed.

There had been some tension in the group right before Giorno and Bruno had arrived but it had come to a sudden halt.

You walked out into the open near a man with a purple shirt(?) "it doesn't matter if I'm seen after all I'm just a cat aren't I? And judging by the height.... he's definitely Abbacchio"

"maow mew meow"  Caramella said as she pawed at the man holding a teapot. (I could make him piss on you but nah)

"What in he world is he- oh I see...."

  You leaped onto the table finally noticed by the rest of the gang. You laid down and started to purr on command. You were picked up by somebody dressed in orange and black was this Narancia?

You were being pet on your head by the boy. You then focused your eyes on the purple wearing male.

"Here you go..."  he says as he hands the "tea" to Giorno. Your eyes shifted over to Giorno then back down to the cup. You drowned out their speech and jumped out of Nara's arms over onto Giorno's shoulder. (God jump)

You pawed at his hair moving it around causing him to glance to his side.

Thats when you saw it.

"*beep* Caramella, Don't let him drink that...*beep*"(earpiece from y/n)

You hopped down away from the star on the boy's shoulder and onto the table. Giorno picked up the cup and raised it. He froze, "what's wrong?" Abbacchio teases. Giorno sets it down to regain his thought.

His hand reaches for the cup when you quickly slid your paw into the handle. "Awww it's holding like a human!!!!!" Narancia says in awe. You ignored him and you smacked the cup off the table. "What the-.... *whispers* damn cat." Abbacchio sighs.

"*beep* That Star.... we need to get more info..*beep*"  y/n's voice was quiet enough not to be heard.  Bruno came back into the room

"WHAT IS GOING ON HERE!? I COULD HEAR YOU ALL THE WAY OUTSIDE!"

You jumped back onto the table and meowed.

"Uh- who's cat is that?"

Narancia replies "Mine now!"

"Hold on it has a collar." The man you assumed to be Fugo said. He reaches over towards you grabbing the collar. "Bucciarati did you happen to run into anybody suspicious today?"

"It depends, why are you asking?"

Fugo take off the collar and hands it to Bruno.

"There's a little light on it, and I don't know about you but I've never seen a light up collar."

You leapt from Fugo's arms and ran over to the window pawing it asking to be let out.

"Sorry kitty but you're staying with us." Bruno says.

Y/n's POV

"Aughhhhh crapcrapcrapCRAP!"

You decided to act innocent and play the victim, "Say sonata? You don't think Giorno could be-"

"I think it is..."

You walked up to the doors of the cafe and went in.

"Caramella! Caramellllaaaa!"

You noticed that most of the customers had left due to the gang's commotion earlier.

You went to the room Caramella and the gang were in. "Caramella? CARAMELLA!"

"Caramella there you are you little rat!"

You scooped the cat up, "sorry about her, if she smells any kind of sweets she goes to the source." 

"So this is your cat, no?" Bruno said.

You quickly nodded with a plastered smile on your face.

"Did you know your cat has some sort of tracking device on it?"

"Yup i use it to find her when she runs off!"

"Well I'm afraid we're going to have to remove it."

You begin slowly walking backwards, ready to call out your stand.

Giorno finally glances at you and freezes.

"You seem familiar, Do I know you?".

Abbacchio perks up, "You say you know her?".

Narancia,Fugo and Mista stand there watching this go down.

"Perhaps" You go up and grab Caramella's collar and run out of the room.

Narancia calls out [Aerosmith] and starts to chase you down with it.

The rest of the gang follows.

"There's no way I'm using my stand, my cover isn't fully blown yet is it?"

"Sonata are you serious...."

You ignored the voice and continued running.

You slammed open the cafe's doors.

"Oof!" You had tripped on the steps to the outside. You were about to hit the ground when you suddenly ended upright at the bottom of the STAIRS. (hint hint nudge nudge)

"Thanks..." "No problem Sonata".

You were too slow a hand grabbed your shoulder and pulled you back,

It was Abbacchio.

"Alright alright I admit defeat..."

"Who are you and why was there some sort of tracking device on the cat?"

"Okay first off it's a camera, and secondly the cats name is Caramella, mine on the other hand is Y/n..."

"Y/n...." Giorno thinks about where he knows the name but comes up empty.

"Awwww I wanted a cat..." Narancia whines.

"Car-a-mel-la four syllables AND a cat..."(idk I hardly remember learning syllables).

You cleared your throat ready to drop a hint at Giorno as to where he knew you from. (Italics and bold is the voice speaking using y/n's body)

"Well I'd better not waste my only option to speak, So Giorno, You said you knew me?"

You brushed off your shirt and fixed your hair.

"Anyways luv I'd like to talk more but I gotta go" maybe just maybe you could pull it off.

"Yeah no..." Abbacchio pulls out his stand [Moody Blues] and punches you knocking you unconscious.

"What the, Where am I?" You muttered

"Caramella?".

"Oh she's awake!" Narancia runs toward you holding a dark blue object.

"Oh Caramella." You pulled the cat away from Narancia.

(Did I mention Caramella has an English accent) "Thank you sooo much y/n I was beginning to start suffocating."

"Huh? IT CAN TALK?!" Narancia's mouth hung open as he stared at you and the cat.

"Mhhhm" 

The rest of the gang found their way over to you and Caramella.

Bruno makes his way to the front of the gang

"Okay first off, who do you work for? Secondly

Are you a stand user?"

"Who I USED to work for is not important, and what's it to you?"

"So you are?" "What makes you think that?"

"Well you know what a stand is for starters and we all saw you trip on the steps and somehow end up on your feet."

"Okay yes I am a stand user."

Abbacchio cuts in "and what are your abili-"

"Yeah Sonata's not gonna answer that"

Abbacchio's face changed into one of confusion

"Okay for a moment there I thought you spoke but that sounded waaaay too masculine for a girl." (Did u just assume my gender >:0)

You ignored him and carried on with your current task, Identifying where you were.

"Okay light rocking, it's pretty dark, this seems to be a bedroom of some sort, ah a boat of course!"  You said out loud to yourself

"You're definitely pretty weird..." Fugo said

"They seem kinda cute." Mista whispers to Fugo. Fugo smacked Mista's arm, "HEY THAT HURT!"

"I like their cat..." Narancia says as he tries to reach for the cat again. You pulled Caramella away but then Caramella gives you

"The Look™️" so you handed her over to the small boy.

"I think one of us should watch her." Abbacchio states in a stern tone.

"I'll do it!" Mista shouts.

"Yeah no." Fugo says

"I can!" Narancia says "actually we need to work on your multiplication." (Bruh)

"I'm sure I co-" Giorno gets cut off

"No."

"I can't I need to steer the yacht, speaking of steering I should go back." Bruno says as he walks away. 

"I guess I will." Abbacchio says.

You sat on the bed staring into the darkest corner of the room. Watching, waiting for everyone to leave. Giorno hasn't left yet he stayed there staring at you.

"You can leave now."

"Actually let him stay."

Abbacchio raised an eyebrow at your words.

You look over for Caramella only to find that Narancia had taken her. You snapped you fingers and your stand brought Caramella to you, "C'mon!" You heard Narancia shout in the distance.

You caressed Caramella's Fur, and stared at Giorno. Giorno walked over to you,Abbacchio just watched.

"I should have known it was you, that birthmark, those Turquoise eyes, your blond hair..."   you felt tears begin to form but you couldn't cry in front of them, forget it.

"It's just where do I know you from?"

"That I can't tell you"

Abbacchio seemed to be really interested I your conversation with Giorno. A golden stand came out and began to flip off Abbacchio as you continued to cry.

"It's fine Sonata he'll find out"  the voice says using his stand to comfort you. 

Abbacchio stares clearly offended.

You stopped your crying and spoke once more "since you wanted to know what my stand could do it can do this." 

Of course you weren't going to show him your stand ability you were going to use the voice.

"Okay let's do this"

"Okay"

In a flash your hair turned blond and your eyes turned red, you still stayed a female though you weren't going to let them know what all you could do.

"I- you look." Giorno pulls out his wallet and opens it.

He pulls out a picture and gasps.

Abbacchio grabs you and starts to question if you could change your appearance any more than your hair and eyes.

"You're... but you're a girl... He's been dead"

Giorno stutters his sentence out.

"Lemme cut right to it, I am Y/n but also "Him".  I'm like this because I... well I, I fell in love with him."

"But that would make you older than Bruno"

"Hehe wayyyy older..."

"It was back then I decided to befriend a guy named Jonathan and I then met "him" . I got along just fine with everybody but I was drawn to him, he seemed to trap me in a maze and I never found the exit. Eventually there was this mask and hear me out it turned you into a vampire, now I ended up joining his side and using the mask on myself, we ruled together, we fought Jonathan and eventually Jonathan supposedly won but unknown to him he was still alive. He ended up taking Jonathan's body only to die in the boat Jonathan and his wife were on.

Later after a long time of hiding from the sun I found out that Jonathan's wife, Erina survived and had a daughter which then gave birth to Joseph Joestar. I'll admit he was pretty cute. No he wasn't. Shut up.

I ended up befriending the lad and found myself in yet another bizarre situation. Fighting three ancient men... that created the stone masks... so I ended up helping one of them for my own benefit, you see there was this stone that was needed to make vampires immune to sunlight and I needed that. So I helped him achieve it but only if I got to use it as well.

Long story short I became immune to the sun, but he in the other hand was defeated along with the rest of his comerades. I then ended up watching Joseph from afar. He ended up having a daughter which then gave birth to Jotaro Kujo. I soon found out that the same man from my childhood wasn't dead but instead hiding away.

I then pretended to run into Joseph and tried to join him. He turned me down but that didn't stop me. I then began to watch him as he and  four others travel the world to save holly(holy) Joseph's daughter. I was then discovered by one of the Vampire's servants, I was shot with an arrow. I then acquired my stand [Transit of Venus], but I was then knocked unconscious and controlled. Sorry...

I ended up finding myself in perfect condition laying down in front of these crusaders.

They then let me join their team.

We ended up losing many people on our way to Egypt, I really only cared for one of them.

(Your choice)  We then found the Vampire, I had to fight him. everybody else was either unconscious or dead so I had no choice.

My heart was begging me not to hurt him, that's when I found out my stand,

[Transit of Venus] could fuse/morph. It was a random ability.

I then acted as if I killed him but I really didn't. We morphed and I ended up getting two stands, somehow along the way his ability ended up changing into time travel.

So with our stands together we could time travel, teleport, morph and control people.

I never use it that often because I'm afraid I'll hurt somebody I love. But that was that oh and I ended up helping the next Joestar generation kill a murderer."

"The fu-" Abbacchio begins to say

Until you cut him off again.

"So yes I am Dio"

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It not healthy to write at 3:00 am but I was really inspired

[thepastelyakuza]

"is it okay to say that I'm jealous?" With Nishiki? -Flower🌺

I hope this turns out alright ( ´△｀)

Summary: sona a singer and Nishiki is a jealous regular. ( during the start of the nishikiyama family)

song reference 

* First song https://soundcloud.com/floyd-rieger/shyness-boy

* Second song https://soundcloud.com/hentais/lamp

angst list

    Saturday night. Every Saturday night. He goes to the same lounge club. Order the same drink. Sit at the same area. All just to see her. The sound of her voice soothe his exhausted mind. It’s was therapeutic for him. Since the start of his own family. 

“There she is. Beautiful as ever.”, he whispered. Singing her cover of shyness boy. Her dark red high low skirt float and sways with every movement. Her bare soft shoulder glisten as if they was dusted with glitter. Her diamond encrusted earring shimmer from the stage light. Who couldn’t ignore her, she was a siren. Luring every lost soul with her voice. Nishiki was one of those lost soul.

Lost in her own melody. Feeling her heart soar in the disco lights. In the corner of her eye, she notice a familiar burgundy suit. With a soft smile forming on her dark red lips.

“ ah. He’s here.” She hummed

His heart skipped a beat when he see y/n looking at him and him only. “Is she…is she singing to me” Cause him to rise up from his chair. Falling for her spell. God how much he want her for himself. To have her voice echo in his bedroom.

    Ending her performance with a bow. Taking a long bow in nishiki direction. He raised a glass to her with a flirtatious smirk. As she walk toward the end of the stage, the lead band member holds her hand to help down the steps.

Annoyed at the lead for holding her hand but was washed over by y/n aura. Her strut match with the beat of his beating heart. Her e/c eyes pierce through him. She could beat him at his game if she wanted to.Easing her self next to him. Legs crossed. She waved a waiter down. Already have drinks ready for them.

“It’s good to see you again, Nishikiyama.” Setting the drinks in front of them

“How could i not. I need to hear you sing more than once, at least.” He chuckled. Propping his arms on top of the couch.

Leaning forward to pour the liquor. “ I’m flattered.” She laughed softly.

Smelling her perfume as she gets close to him. His euphoric high was cut short when she moves back.

    The two formed a wonderful conversation. Their laughter mixed with flirtatious jokes. Maybe if honest feelings or the help of liquid courage. Who knows. All Nishiki cares about is being close to her. Their night was cut short when the lead band member sits next to y/n.

“Sorry for the interrupt.” The lead exclaimed

“No, go ahead.” Already annoyed by him.

Nishiki raised a eyebrow when the lead get to close for comfort. leaning in y/n ear. Placing his hand on her lower back. Now he’s really annoyed. How dare he touch her. “He’s testing my limits.” He thought with his fist balled up.

“Sorry, nishiki. I have to go back up there.” Placing her hand on his thigh.

Snapping back to reality. “ alright.” He mumbled. Watching her walk away with the lead still holding her lower back.

   The duet performs a slow jazz love song. Their voice harmonized to the melody. Paired with the romantic choreography, people would believed that they are lovers. Y/N noticed Nishiki mood changed up stage. She was so focus on her singing that she didn’t notice Nishiki left.

“Maybe he’s busy.” She thought.

  In her personal dressing room, changing back to her regular clothes. Packing up her remaining evening gowns and makeup pallets.

“I wonder why he left? I hope he’s doing alright.”

Lost in her own thought, she didn’t hear the slow footstep behind her. Turning around in fear.

“Geez, you scared me! Don’t sneak up on me like that.” She gasp. Grabbing her chest to calm down.

Nishiki leaning on the dresser. His eyes slightly bloodshot. Cheeks red.

“What? Suspecting somebody else?” He chuckled. His speech being a little slurred.

“No. Not you of course.” Laughing softly to ease the tension. Back to packing her bag.

“Why not? I thought you like see me.”

“I do.” She retaliated. She really do. She enjoyed every moment with him. She loves that he watch her sing. He gives her a boost of confidence every time she gets on stage.

“Well..” moving closer. Grabbing and placing a soft kiss on her hand. “ How about we see each other later on.”

Flustered, she moves her hand away. “We’ll see.” Putting her duffel bag over her shoulder. “Now, if you don’t mind.” Moving around him. opening the door a little bit before it was forcefully closed. Y/n looks up to see that she was pinned between Nishiki.

“Look, I like you y/n. Really fucking like you. What I don’t fucking like is how the prick looks at you. Putting his hands on you.” Nishiki growled.

She never seen this side of him. Sure there was small moments back then when a drunk patron tries to storm up stage with you. But it was nothing compared to this. Still lost in your shock, she couldn’t think straight.

“Nishiki are you-“ is all she could muttered.

“Yeah , it’s okay to say I’m jealous. I admit.” Lifting her head up to look at her better. ” I’m tired of this cat and mouse bullshit. I just want to be with you. Please.” Looking at her with tears welling up. With a sad yet pleading expression. Caressing her cheek. “ Let me love you.”

Still shock. Not knowing what to do. She wasn’t prepared for this moment. Y/n was planning on telling him one day but this caught her off guard. Filling the room with silence. He sighs heavily. Stepping out of y/n way. Frustrated and embarrassment washes over him. Hiding his tears.

“Forget what I said.” He mumbles before storms out the room.

Y/n regains her train of thought and chase after him. “ Nishiki wait!!” She screamed out of her dresser room. Storming out the lounge. Searching for him on the street only to find him gone. Heartbroken that he disappeared into the night.

[tooinlovewithfictionalpeople]

Love me, if you will. ~ P.P

Summery: Ella is the queen bee at school, and Peter Parker is completely in love with her. What he doesn't know is that she has a secret just like his. The only person who can solely defeat thanos, is her.

Please don't steal any of this it is based on a fanfic that I'm wrighting.

Will probably do a part two, depending on how many notes this gets.

Set during infinity war

⚠: Fluff, Violence, swearing, adorable Peter

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Ella Ross, popular, beautiful, powerful. Completely infaturated with Peter Parker.

Peter Parker, adorable, dorky, determind. Completely infaturated with Ella Ross.

Ella was sat on a bus, not the most exciting places to be. Her bright eyes were trained to a certain dork, her red hair waving in the breeze. Her red high heels were hung over the chair In front, her slim legs perfectly posed.

Her cherry lipstick remained perfect as her white teeth bit into her lip.

She now sat, with her head on the window her eyes far away.

It was then Peter looked at her, admiring the way green eyes glitterd in the sun, and her red hair fell into her eyes, so she would reach up and her acrylic nails would brush it away.

Ella was lost in her thoughts when she head Ned shout " Oh my god, we're all gonna die."

Ella rolled her eyes, until she saw the giant circular spaceship hovering over the city.

And Peter Parker sneaking out the window

Ella's eyes flashed silver and she crept passed her wide eyed classmates, who were pressed up agianst the glass in wonder.

" Oh no you don't spiderman, you're not dying on me just yet"

And with that she pressed the tattoo behind her ear, and within a flash, she was out the window.

Her costume itself was.....different.

Her face was covered in a black mask, with an electric blue streak crossing from her left eyebrow down to her right point in her jawbone. The mask was connected to her suit, which was black leather as well. The zip was a matching electric blue. The leather suit ended in shorts. Her thighs were were partly coverd in black fishnets that too, were streaked in blue. On her feet, were thigh high boots. They were shiny black, but the seven inch heals were electric blue.

Her eyes were now liquid silver, no white and large pupil.

She lept after Peter, but landed inside the spaceship rather than on it.

She had a habit of shifting through things rather than landing on them. It was one of her thirteen powers.

Ella just sat on one of the beams, practically invisible in the dim light.

"Woah Mr Stark it smells like a new car in hear" Ella giggled at Peter's voice outside, her eyes flashing pink

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It had been a while, and Mr Stark and Peter were staring down at Thanos' Minion.

Ella rolled her eyes. She'd show them.

However before she could get down Iron Man lept into action taking Peters disbolical action plan.

Ella rolled her eyes and stared at Peter who jumped from the balcony type thing.

" Yeah, but the kid's seen more movies" was all Iron man said.

But as the whole in the ship was created, Thanos' minion mended it and threw Peter against the wall.

Iron man stepped back. " Uh oh"

Then Ella lept into action. Hissing like a cat, she lept infront of Tony facing...she decided to call him squidward.

" They call my Siren Fox. Nice to meet you squidward."

Squidward bounced into action, objects around him lifting pointing to Ella Peter, Tony and steven.

" Move" he said " I dare you."

Ella shrugged. " well, being the daughter of the princess of calotone has it perks. Including these "

She rolled her neck and thirteen gems appeared.

"These are matter stones. There are thirteen of them, and they chose their owner. Their power can overcome the infinity stones.But they have there own Minds.

"The first life is life, she heals and brings back the death" The replica of Ella lept from the white stone necklacs on Ellas chest. Life was the exact replica of Ella except her eyes were solid white, like marble. Her suit was a flowy white dress, with slip on white shoes.

" The next is Voice. She can scream and kill you, or manipulate you by singing" Voice joined Life by circling squidward, who seemed tranfixed. Voice had a short skirt and skin tight top, with converse. Her eyes matched her outfit, fluorescent pink.

" The next is flexibility. She's something that manovers a lot" Flexability was in a leather suit, much like Ellas, but a burgundy colour. Her eyes were bright burgundy as well.

" The next is speed. She can run like the wind." Speed was in shorts and vest with trainers that matched her amethyst eyes. Speed sped to suidward, laughing at the confusion on his face.

" The next is strength. Stronger than thr hulk, than any other being" Strength was in a playsuit and heeled boots, her topaz eyes alight with excitment. Strength was careful anx calculating, and walked over to Peter to lift the heavy weight of his legs. Life then healed him with the touch of her fingers, which glowed white.

" The next is emotion. She can control people's minds and make them feel" Emotion was bubbly. One eye was bright yellow, the other a navy blue. Her suit was like a swimming costume with shorts. It was navy blue with a star patten along the hips, like a belt. She stood by Iron Man, who just blinked at her.

" Did she just take away my fear? " He asked.

Ella nodded. " If she likes you she'll help you."

" The next is fire. She'll burn down anything or create warmth. She goes hand in hand wirh water, who can create and control anythibg to do with water. Earth tends to follow these around constantly. She can make flowers grow or talk to animal or create lethal weapons. Air is all around us, she can give, or take away. Leaving you helpless "

Fire was orange. Her bright orange, off the shoulder, floor length gown matched her flame like eyes. Her lips were drawn up in half a smirk. Water was in a wearing a baby blue dress. It had frills at the bottom were it ended just above her knees, and thin spaghetti straps. Her eyes were baby blue with a water droplet were the pupil should be. Earth was....different. One eye was a muddy brown the other a vibrent green. She was wearing a floor length gown, a green silk with bronze leaves that matches her eyes. Air's eyes were beautiful, they were a faint blue- almost white - and matched her daint faint blue dress that reached mid thigh. She had pale blue knee high socks with little clouds at the top. On her feet were pale blue tennis shoes. Air looked nicer than her fellow elements.

" The next is sence. She's good at heightening your senses, and know when danger is coming " Sense was a fuschia colour in jeans and pink shirt that matched her fuschia coloured eyes. She was chewing bubblegum and skipping around the room in pink converse, admiring everything in the room.

" The next is energy. She is bright, can create light or work together with life and speed." Energy was honey- bee yellow, in a bright child like dress, and yellow converse. Her eyes were matching her clothes.

" The last is death. She kills anything " death's face was hidden by a black hood, only her golden eyes visible. She was in a long black coat that reached her knees, with fishnet tights and gold 10 inch heals. She stared at squidward, and cocked her head.

Squidward smirked. " Nice show. Thanos will be ever so pleased that his d-"

Voice screamed. The sound was deafening makibg the furniture rattle. Everyone clutched their ears except Ella who stood calmly.

Death stretched out her hand. Dark smoke engulfed squidward who's eyes widened in fear. Blood started pooring out of his eyes, non existence nose and ears. The smoke wound up until he was no longer visible.

Ella smiled sadly, and clapped her hands. All of the stones went back into her suit. She turned to Peter, who's mask was still on, blood oozing through it. Ella crouched over to him.

" I need you to take your mask off spiderman" Peter panicked. If his mask was off she'd know who he was! He shuffled away, stumbling to stand up.

" Spiderman I need to heal you!" she cried as he walked away from her. She scowled.

" PETER FUCKING PARKER GET YOUR CUTE ASS BACK HERE!" She shouted. Peter froze, turning to face Ella with a shocked expression.

"You know me?" he asked stepping towards her. Ella winked.

" I'd recognize that ass anywhere Parker" she said absentmindedly, healing his face. She looked strait in his eyes and smiled.

" Make this out alive Parker, you can take me on a Date, how about that?" Peter smiled, his eyes lighting up like an adorable puppy.

" Yes. I'd like that." Peter said. Ella laughed at his hopeful face, kissing his cheek.

She took off, her red hair only just visable at the rafters where she sat, smiling softly at Peter, who was chatting to Mr Stark

" OH MY GOD THE ELLA ROSS JUST ASKED ME OUT! "

" Ok kid"

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Ella had fallen asleep on the balancing beans that supported the ship.

So when she woke up she was even more confused why an excited Peter was looming over her.

" We're here." he said guiding her to where they all stood.

They expected her to ask who Drax, Starlord and mantis were. She didn't. The first words out of her mouth were

" Where's Gamora?"

They stood stock still.

" Where's my sister?"

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Should I do part two? Comment if yes and I'll tag you