#or they made an agreement with the ghosts and now decided to move away to give Danny some rest
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I love both ideas so much. If you go this way - how is Jack recruited? Is it another college buddy that is out of commission for a while and realized that he just so happens to know that Jack has the EXACT degree requirements to fill his shoes? Imagine this professor saying "Jack Fenton knows this exact material - heck, the guy pioneered XYZ techniques in his home lab." and the Gotham U board is hesitant until that professor points out that the guy comes from a background working with local vigilantes (according to the resume they convinced Jack to send in) The board is just "Yes. This one. Perfect. One less person to have to worry about scaring the bats." Only for them to find out that his "working with vigilantes" wasn't "helping in investigations in a controlled lab setting" (like forensic science sort of chemistry) - it was chasing Phantom into the fray with blasters and a homemade tank.
Mr. Fenton is a competent teacher. Almost too competent.
If Mr. Daniel Fenton had any more than a BS (with a minor in education), Tim would’ve flagged his profile as a potential Rogue. That’s the way of most charismatic academics, at least in Gotham. (Got a PhD? Instant watchlist.) Instead, he’s Gotham Academy’s newest celebrity, as a young, passionate, out-of-towner substitute while the chemistry teacher’s on maternity leave.
Tim gets the hype. Fenton seems to genuinely love teaching, and is invested in the welfare of the student body. He hands out bananas during exam week, hosts a “study habits seminar” each month to coach effective learning strategies, and the third time Tim falls asleep in his class, he even pulls Tim aside to ask if he’s doing okay. With all the late work he accepts and the protein bars he sneaks Tim, he’s every teen vigilante’s dream teacher. He could’ve been Tim’s favorite.
In fact, Mr. Fenton was Tim’s favorite. Up until Tim walks into Mr. Fenton’s chemistry classroom for a forgotten textbook, an hour after the final bell.
On the board where tallied scores for today’s review game had been kept, “THE CHEMISTRY BEHIND DR. CRANE’S FEAR GAS: ANXIOGENICS, NERI’S, & YOU,” is now scrawled. A detailed diagram of the human endocrine system projects in front of a small crowd of adoring and attentive students.
Fenton is wrist-deep in the skull cavity of an anatomical model. A short tug, and out pops the brain.
It’s plastic. It’s fake.
Tim identifies the nearest emergency exit.
Fenton turns to the door, and in the dark classroom with the projector illuminating half his face, his eyes almost seem to flash red. “What’s up, Tim?” he asks. His friendly grin is too big for his face. “I didn’t know you wanted to join the Just Science League!”
[OR: Danny’s a science teacher at Tim’s school. Gotham’s a pretty wild place, even for someone who grew up a superhero in a ghost-infested town, so he takes it upon himself to start a club teaching kids how to manage themselves in the event of a crisis. These Gothamites are pretty hardy, but a little extra training never hurt anybody! And he suspects one of his students might be a teen vigilante, like he’d been, back in the day. As a senior super, it's Danny’s duty look out for him! Surely, this is the subtlest and most appropriate way to give the kid pointers.]
[Tim immediately assumes supervillain.]
#further ideas:#maddie is either a PE teacher or runs a gym/dojo/self defence/martial arts course#with a bit of self invented self defense items on the side#maybe danny also goes to a hs in gotham#maybe even the Rich Kids School#or even funnier: Vlad tried to sponsor him the Rich Kids School#but Jack and Maddie had caught on to the entire Dude Fights Our Son All The Time#and just said nope#or Danny said nope#or maybe good Vlad that’s play/training fighting?#but Dani…#dani is probably also enrolled in a school#also totally has a skateboard idk why#maybe they all left Amity cause the public got too invested in Phantom?#or they made an agreement with the ghosts and now decided to move away to give Danny some rest#or hiding from Vlad#idk#all i know is the kids go to school. danny gets to chill. maddie teaches ppl how to punch a creep.#vlad does… something i guess
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burned hearts | aaron hotchner x reader
part three
content warning : psychotic break, gun, gunshots, injured reader, hospital/ER setting, sad love confessions, happy endings ( I love happy endings)
pt 1 pt 2
If the silence before was sickening, you didn’t even know how to describe it now. You spared him no words as you got out the car and made your way to your apartment.
Aaron only took that as a sign to follow a far distance behind.
Your apartment felt so fitting. It was an amalgamation of everything that reminded him of you and Aaron couldn’t help but feel a sense of belonging in being there.
“I was forced to let go of three officers in the past year,” you uttered as you sat in front of your computer, typing away.
“Two moved away, one was let go for failure of a psych eval.”
Hotch frowned at that one. Placing a hand on the back of your chair, he leaned in close to get a good look at the screen.
“Pull up what you have on him.”
Your glance shifted over to him through your peripheral. He was close, his cheek nearly brushing against yours as his eyes stayed trained on the screen.
Catching yourself, you cleared your throat. “You’re breathing down my neck.”
Quicker than ever, Aaron backed away, clearing his throat as well.
You frowned, your attention now fully on him. “Martin Johnson, described as a family man, always talked about them in work when given the chance. But…”
Aaron looked over at you. “But?”
“They all recently passed. Car accident. Johnson was the only survivor.”
“How many people in his family?”
Your frowned deepened as the dot began to connect in your mind. “Four. His wife…two daughters…and a son.”
“Matches our victims.”
You looked up at Aaron. “He’s recreating his own family.”
Aaron fell silent in agreement. "Do you have an address?"
You nodded your head wordlessly. "Printing off his information now."
"Good, we need to get this back to the rest of my team as soon as possible."
He left your side as you waited by the printer and found himself lingering by the door to your office. His eyes trailed around the room, taking it in again. On a small side table, he saw a collection of pictures in frames of your family.
His face remained stoic, but he could feel the ghost of a smile creeping on his face seeing the pictures of you so happy.
However as his eyes dusted over each one, they snagged on something else: a slip of paper. It looked worn and old. Crumpled, folded, and possibly even cried on, multiple times over.
He would have passed it up had it not been for the pretty handwriting marking it.
'Aaron,' it read.
Instinctively, he grasped it. He held it with so much care, so much cautiousness as if it was to crumble in his hands.
He moved to open it, but it left his hands so quickly, snatched away by you.
"Don't touch my things," you grumbled, storming past him. "C'mon I have the information, we need to get back."
How could things have gone so wrong so quickly?
It was barely even half an hour ago that Aaron Hotchner decided to unturn the memories of a night you didn't ever want to touch again.
It seemed so major in those moments, but now, staring down the barrel of an unsub's gun, you found yourself rethinking every single decision you've ever made.
"Johnson." Your voice wavered as you released your gun from the holster, holding it in the air to show you meant no harm. "You don't want to do this."
"Don't tell me what I want!" His eyes were crazed and rimmed red. They shot all over the place, at the officers, the guns. At Aaron.
The fear clouding Aaron’s eyes squeezed at your heart. No one else could see it, but you did. You always did.
Finally, Martin looked back at you.
"All of you! Abandoned me! When I needed it most!"
"Johnson," an officer barked. "Back away fro—,"
"Get away," Martin screamed, stepping even closer to you, the gun pointed at the bridge of your nose. "Or I will shoot."
"No one is going to shoot, Martin," your words came out in a single breath. Despite the way your hands trembled so furiously, your voice never wavered. "I promise you, just put the gun down."
You saw the hesitation in his stance now. "My family was hurt," he cried. "No one helped me. I put them back together and no one helped me. And now! Now you just want to tear them away from me!"
"Martin."
Your eyes fell away from the man at the sound of a new voice. His voice.
"You didn't get the help you needed before, but we can help your family now. We can't do anything unless you put the gun down."
Everything slowed down in your eyes. You watched as Martin lowered the gun. No longer aimed between your eyes, you slowly let your arms fall to your side. Your attention fell to Aaron and you found a semblance of peace in the center of chaos.
It was calming.
You didn’t realize how much you yearned for that specific kind of peace. That kind of peace that only came from him.
But as quickly as that peace came, it washed away.
You saw the anger in Smith when he first heard the news of his pregnant wife's disappearance. You saw the anger in his eyes when you released him from the case. You saw the anger that burned away at his face when you threatened to withhold his gun.
Yet you never did. You should have taken it. Maybe that would have saved you.
You didn't know where or who the gunshots came from, but you know one of them hit you. You didn't know if you'd live or die, but you knew that between the stress of this case, the resurfaced emotions brought up from seeing Aaron again, and the impact of the gun, your body gave in.
The last thing you saw before it all went black was Aaron.
What a beautiful sight it was.
Aaron stayed by your side the entire time. He never left until he was absolutely forced to. Even then, he couldn’t find it in himself to be very far.
“How’s it looking,” Derek asked Rossi once he finally arrived to the hospital.
“l/n will be okay. Bullet only came in through the shoulder, so it’s a quick recovery.”
Morgan crossed his arms, leaning on the wall next to Rossi. “And Hotch?”
“What about him?”
Derek looked at the man further down the hall. His hands was clasped into each other and his knee bounced repeatedly as he recited unheard words to himself over and over.
“You’re kidding right?”
Rossi spared the man another glance, letting out a deep sigh. “I think he’ll be okay.”
“Are you Aaron Hotchner?”
Hotch doesn’t think he’s ever moved so fast, but he was on his feet quicker than he could even process his actions. “I- yes—that’s. That’s me.”
The nurse smiled softly. “She’s asking for you.”
Rossi could help but let out a chuckle watching Aaron hesitate before opening the door.
No words could sum up what Aaron felt. He supposed fear would be an appropriate word, but it wasn’t all fear. He felt as if an accumulation of all of his life choices waited behind that door.
In a way, it was.
With a final anxious breath, he pushed the door open.
On the other side, there he saw you. You looked oddly uncomfortable. You squirmed in your hospital bed and chewed on your fingernails as you waited for him. And when you saw him, you sat up straight and cleared your throat awkwardly, almost presenting yourself to him.
It reminded Aaron so much of when he first met you. That authoritative Chief of police personality had faded away into this. Something so vulnerable and fragile.
“Aaron…hi.” Your voice was so soft now.
“Hi.” His sigh died upon his lips when he saw you. “Can I…,” he motioned for the chair next to you.
“You don’t have to ask to sit Aaron.” You couldn’t help but breathe out a laugh, but that smile faded just as quick as it came, pain shooting up your arm.
“Don’t hurt yourself trying to make me laugh.”
You watched him as he pulled a chair up to your bed. You couldn’t help but notice the way your hand twitched, almost as if he was holding himself back from grasping your own. Well the one that wasn’t tied back by a sling.
The two of you sat in silence, the both waiting of the other to say something.
You invited him in with hope the words would magically come to you, but you felt the seconds tick by and all you did was get lost in his eyes.
His eyes were brown, but to you it never felt like just brown. It was that gentle shade that for a major portion of your life, you felt so much solace in.
Painfully, your eyes broke away from his saddening ones.
“I…I don’t know how to do this.”
You didn’t see it, but you could practically feel the way Aaron’s eyebrows dipped down in confusion.
“Do what?”
“This,” you tossed your free hand up in exasperation and glared at the fabric of your blanket. “I—, I had so many things I wanted to tell you, I need to tell you but…I don’t even know which words to start with.”
You didn’t know what to expect from him. Some part of him expected you to walk away like you did him, but instead, you found his warm grasp engulfing your own.
He held your hand with such a gentle hold, you couldn’t help but squeeze it to ensure it was really there. Your eyes moved up slowly, meeting his with hesitance and when you finally met his devastating browns, your heart broke for the thousandth time that day.
“I think you already know the words you need to say.”
He didn’t have to say its name for you to know what he was talking about. You bit the inside of your cheek and nodded to bag where your clothes would be.
Wordlessly, Aaron let his hand abandon yours to stand. You watched him sift through your things until he pulled out that infamous piece of notebook paper from your abandoned pant pocket.
He moved at an unbearable pace back to you, gave the note a once over, and passed the paper to you.
Back in your hands, you had this great urge to burn it, or throw it, or drown it away so you’d never have to face it. But you knew that it wouldn’t matter anyways.
“You know,” you breathed out. “You’d laugh but I think I’ve read this so many times, I think I memorized it. I-,” your voice cracked, tears found themselves fight their way to the surface. “I don’t think I even need this.” You waved the note in the air before letting it slap down onto your leg.
“I’m not forcing you to read this,” he reassured, placing a tentative hand on your knee. “You don’t owe me anything.”
“Yes, I do.” Your words came quick. You weren’t sure about much anymore but you were sure about this at the very least. “You deserve an explanation for why I left. Why I really left.”
You didn’t open the note. You didn’t even touch it. Instead, you found a sense of fleeting comfort in staring into the empty space between Aaron and the door.
“Aaron,” you recited. “I feel like I need to preface this by telling you that I don’t expect some grand response out of this. I don’t expect you to feel obligated in reciprocating my feelings and I certainly don’t expect you to feel the need to choose anything.
I’m telling you this because I consider you my best friend and I believe, best friends do not and should not lie to each other. I can’t live with this weighing on me anymore and that is why I’m telling you this.
I…love you Aaron Hotchner.
I love you in a way a best friend shouldn’t love a best friend. And it hurts.”
You didn’t even notice the tears now streaming down your cheeks until a sob broke free from your breath. Your unopened letter laid free on your lap now as you moved to wipe your tears.
“It hurts so much, but I need you to know this because last night was a mistake. Not because I hated every moment of it, I didn’t.
It was a mistake because I’ve been lying to you. It was a mistake because I, as a best friend was supposed to help you grieve your breakup with Haley. Not throw myself at you in a moment of vulnerability.
I’m telling you this in hopes of moving past this because in the end, if I were to do something stupid, something I truly regret, I fear that I’d lose you and that…that would probably break me beyond repair.”
Through your own tears, you realized you had managed to successfully avoid Aaron’s eyes for the entirety of your monologue.
“How ironic of me,” you attempted to laugh off when the silence was just too much to bear.
“You’re doing it again,” Aaron noted.
You stopped yourself, looking down and then back at him. “I know.”
You watched as he process everything he heard. He blinked once. Then twice. Let out a breath of air and let his brows sink barely half an inch lower. “Do you know what I’ve always admired about you?”
This caught your attention.
“What?”
“You’ve always been so selfless. You worried so much about the happiness of others and it shined through in your best moments.”
It was now your turn to shake your head in confusion. “I don’t un—,”
“Please. Let me finish.”
“Sorry…”
You felt his hand leave your knee and find your hand once more. “But, it’s also always been your downfall. You’re so selfless, you forget to put yourself first. It always killed me to see you do it but I never said anything about it because I was young and stupid…”
You moved to disagree with that but he shot you a knowing look.
“I know things now that I wish I had half a brain to fathom then.”
He took your hand and joined it with his other do that now your hand fully disappeared into his own. “More than half of those things are how I feel about you. Us”
Your brows dipped down in vulnerability. “Us?”
“Yes. Us. I don’t know where we stand nor do I know where we go from here, but I know I’d rather figure it out with you in my life than acting like I never knew you at all. Because I love you.”
A final tear fell upon your smiling lips. “You love me?”
“Always.”
taglist: @mackannkees @gghostwriter @person-005
A/N: This is my first criminal minds fic so PLEASE leave criticism, I wanna know how I can improve
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Solace From Your Dear Simon.
Pairing : Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x reader
Genre : Fluff
Word count : 487
Summary : When your period cramps are unbearable, you seek comfort from Simon.
Warnings : Period, cramps , soft Simon cause I said so
A/N : super short fic but i needed to comfort myself during shark week 😔 also two fics in one day??
“Is it bad again?”
Your eyes fluttered open to see Simon hovering above you urgently. You had just managed to finally rest rather tensely after what felt like endless hours of gnashing pain in your abdomen and the never ending pounding in your head.
He looked at you with expectant eyes, his face bare. A sight only you and a few trusted people could see.
“Just a bit antsy,” you grimaced as a harsh cramp passed through.
“Y’need your painkillers?” his palm reached your forehead, caressing you gently. His fingers made their way to rest on your chin.
“Nuh-uh”
“Hot water bottle?” he tried again.
You shook your head no.
“Me?”
For some reason, your lips decided to quiver and your eyes began to water. That’s the best thing you’ve heard all day.
Simon silently crawled into bed beside you. Once he’s settled, his palm then slowly made its way underneath his your shirt, rubbing slow circles and lightly massaging the area just below your navel.
You sighed in relief as his arms pulled you closer to him, caging you with his warmth.
You turned your upper body slightly to face him. Then, your hand gently reached behind his head to caressing him. He opened his eyes at that sensation, snuggling closer into your warm neck, his hands never leaving your body.
You craned your neck to give him a quick kiss at the corner of his lips. Just then, your eyebrows suddenly pulled together in pain, making you hiss and shift your body in discomfort.
Simon looked at you with a worried expression, his hand stopping its movement on your abdomen.
“Is it always this bad, love?” He whispered and kissed your temple.
You hummed in agreement.
“Usually it is, but this time it’s just deathly,” You huffed, wanting to change your position but you didn’t want Simon to move.
You shifted involuntarily once more, pain becoming unbearable as the seconds passed. Simon sensed your discomfort and proposed a solution.
“Lay on top of me, doll. Maybe pressure on your belly could help,” he suggested as he quickly turned away from you and laid on his back, patting his chest.
You complied wordlessly as you were too overwhelmed with pain to talk. You turned your body to face Simon, and lifted your leg to be over his. His hands immediately held your back and started to massage it, releasing pain that you forgot was there.
True enough, the feeling of your body on his made you feel slightly better. Your arms made its way towards his neck, caressing his head as your face tucked into his clavicle.
You let out a small whimper and thanked him. He kissed your forehead in return.
“No worries sweetheart. Now rest. I’ll be here when you wake up”
You eventually fell asleep soundly to the beat of his heartbeat. You were thankful that you got solace from your dear Simon.
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One-Shots
SOME OF THESE STORIES ARE MATURE! READ THE WARNINGS AND TAGS BEFORE YOU READ!
Last updated 01/06/2025
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scary? my god, you're divine - @sinner-as-saint
Your marriage to Bucky Barnes was crucial in stopping the rivalry that had been getting rather violent recently between the two families. You agreed to it. But there was one little problem. Although people knew of Bucky as being a ruthless, fiercely loyal, and feared hitman, no one had ever seen his face. In the rare occasions when he’d been seen out during assignments, it was rumoured that he always wore some sort of mask which covered most of his face. So you ended up marrying a man, and had no idea what he looked like. But surely that wouldn’t be an issue. It’s not like his one touch would get you addicted. Who cared what he looked like? It’s not like you could grow to love someone like him anyway… right?
yours to hurt, yours to love - @purple-babygirl
They had a deal. She would surrender her control; he would take it. Love had no place in such a relationship, did it?
Come Find Me - @bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky
You get left behind on a mission, and Bucky goes to save you.
★blurred lines - @ellemj
When choosing a female agent to send back in time to gain young Sergeant Barnes's trust, everyone's in agreement that it should be Sharon. Until Bucky, the man that you barely get along with, speaks up and lets everyone know that it could only be you.
Shared desires - @veltana
You and Bucky decide to explore something new with Steve.
The Push and the Pull - @delaber
There’s nothing Bucky wants more than to be with you - and for that reason alone, he has to break both your hearts.
Little Bookworm - @heytheredelulu
Your boyfriend can’t think of anything more adorable than watching you read. One night while you’re in the shower he picks up the book you left on the nightstand: “Haunting Adeline by H.D. Carlton” and thumbs through it, very quickly realizing just what kind of books his sweet little bookworm is really into.
Anywhere Away With You - @thevillainswhore
Old ghosts from your past threaten to disturb the peace you’ve made with your new life. Will temptation steer you away?
★The Ties That Bind Us - @thevillainswhore
Even though Bucky is your ex-husband, you still have to see him often because of your shared son. But the heated tension, the spark that is still very much alive after your divorce, finally reaches its peak when you come home from your date.
Warrior/Worrier - @delaber
After a mission gone awry, Bucky finds himself on your doorstep in the middle of the night.
Pink in the Night - @d0wnb4df0rf1cm3n
Some interesting rumours have been circling around about Bucky. Little do you know, it's kinda your fault.
Love Hurts - @urdepressedslut
You and Bucky get into a heated argument, things are said and done and now he won’t speak to you. You don’t think you can handle him ignoring your existence.
in losing grip, on sinking ships (you showed up just in time) - @mellowsaturns
When the Avengers pick up unusual activity, they realize that not all of Hydra was destroyed. One unidentifiable face sends the team into a frenzy but Bucky knows it. He could recognize those eyes anywhere.
I Hate You - @ellemj
After ending up on SHIELD's radar, you're moved into the tower against your will. Of course, you can't stand the one man that you have the most in common with.
One More Night - @marvelouslizzie
You and Bucky Barnes are fuck buddies for a while. The problem is you have feelings for him but you don't think he reciprocates and it just makes it impossible to continue your relationship. Little did you know how much he wants you and how hard he's trying to keep it casual.
The Things We Carry With Us - @pellucid-constellations
You were injured on a mission and didn’t tell anyone, leaving your already rocky relationship with Bucky crumbling. Was it really hate he harbored for you, or was it something else?
Control - @bucky-bucket-barnes
John Walker makes the dire mistake of messing with Bucky’s girl. This misstep causes a major fight to break out between the two, ending in nothing but blood and rage.
I Can Save You This Time - @pellucid-constellations
It’s the 4th of July and you’ve never been more sick. Turns out you aren’t the only one in the compound that stayed home from the celebration.
Shaken Up - @jamesbuchananxsteviegrant
Steve and Bucky find their girl passed out.
Under Pressure - @banditthewriter
Y/N hides a nasty injury from the team until they know everybody is safe, and then they collapse. Bucky worries about Y/N.
Injuries - @flowinglocksofbuck
you get injured on a mission and Bucky freaks out
Wicked - @str-spangled-banner
You were injured during a mission two weeks ago and put to much pressure on your healing wounds, doing more damage than you thought possible. Bucky fears he will lose you.
Necessary Evil - @bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky
Y/N gets seriously injured and Bucky takes care of her.
fingers fantasy fulfilled - @purple-babygirl
If Bucky's doll wanted his metal fingers then that was exactly what she was going to get.
Lavender - @wkemeup
Not every nightmare is the same and Bucky doesn’t always wake up as the man you know.
Give Me A Sign - @lostgirlmuseum
Bucky asks the universe for a reason to live. The universe delivers you.
Fulfilled Fantasy - @sergeantbarnessdoll
Y/N admits to Bucky that she wants to have a threesome so he has Natasha help fulfill her fantasy.
Hottest Night of Your Life - @bossbtch1
Bucky and Steve joined you for a night out at the club, but things took a dark turn when a stranger spiked your drink. Bucky and Steve were more than willing to "take care" of you.
Sharing is Caring - @sad-not-glad
Soft Dom! Steve x Sub! Bucky x Dom! reader
My Queen - @adrinktostopyourthirst
The post-battle energy rush needs a release. Suddenly, there's a willing soldier at your disposal.
all the apple cider and no more haunted houses - @witchywithwhiskey
you and bucky barnes have a love-hate relationship—you love him and you believe he hates you—but when your friends insist on going to the scariest haunted house attraction in the area, the experience ends up forcing your real feelings for each other out into light
my everything - @mrsbarnesblog
The last thing that Bucky ever expected to see was the love of his life from the past trapped in one of the Hydra bunkers in the cryofreeze chamber. Yet here he was almost two days later, staring at your still unconscious body through the window at the medical wing, imagining the horror and disgust on your face when you found out that he was no longer the innocent and happy boy you knew before.
you were mine just yesterday - @notafunkiller
It's been a while since your break up with Bucky happened, but you're still not over him. You try to move on, go out, and have fun with your friend, Steve, but you end up in the same bar you two went to often. It also just happens that Bucky is there too, with Natasha by his side. It doesn't take long for you two to end up getting into old habits.
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Male Victorian Ghost x FTM Reader
Warnings: You are the dom and power bottom, it's the ghost's first time, rough sex, you degrade him lightly and praise him, the lights flicker when he's close to an orgasm
You had moved into an old house for a cheap price that was practically a steal for such a nice house. On top of that, everything in the house was working fine, there was absolutely no catch this time. In this economy, it was like something straight out of fiction you'd read online. You soon found out that the reason the house was so cheap is because it had a ghost problem. The ghost in question was a man in his mid 30s from the Victorian era by the name of Raymond Cooper who had hung himself for reasons he much preferred not to talk about. He looked like a man in his 30s, but he also looked very dead at the same time. He sometimes appeared more skeletal than other times. You found this out because he introduced himself to you politely. By now he was used to having people stay in his former home and grew tired of hiding. If he was to have someone live in his home with him, he was going to make sure it was at least bearable for both parties. So he set some ground rules for you: don't go into the attic, don't destroy the house, if you're going to make renovations make sure they only fix things and don't change them too much, keep the house as tidy as you can and you can ask him for help with that if you need it (it's not like he has anything else to do anyway) and overall just be nice. You also set some ground rules for him, it was only fair.
Over time, you two became friends, then you came out as trans to him, then you caught feelings for each other, then you confessed to him. He would have metaphorically shat himself if he had to show any emotional vulnerability first. You two became boyfriends which made Raymond admit to his sexual repression during his time alive. You both talked through it and you showed him that he had nothing to be afraid of and that you wouldn't judge him or think less of him regardless of what he liked sexually (unless it was anything immoral, which wasn't the case with him at all). So you told him that whenever he was ready, he could ask you for sex.
Today was the day he decided he was ready. You were in your shared room sitting next to him on the bed. You had just gone over everything you both needed to know, his boundaries, your boundaries and making sure you both knew to respect eachother's 'no's if either one of you said it.
"C-could you... turn around so that I can undress? I'll do the same for you..." He proposed. You smiled sweetly.
"Sure." You told him. You both got up, turned away from each other and got undressed. "Can I turn back around?" You asked once you were done. Raymond turned to face you in order to reply, but once he saw you fully nude from the back, the words got caught in his throat. He stared at you in both excitement and fear. "Raymond?" You asked.
"Y-yes, y-y-you can t-turn around..." He stammered. You turned to face him. His heart skipped a beat upon seeing you from the front. If he were alive, he might have had a heart attack. He was obviously very anxious judging by his body language. He was already very handsome with clothes on, now you finally got to admire the rest of him. He was well built, curvy, and in good shape, but nothing extreme. He was a healthy weight for a man in his 30s and surprisingly shaven which you later found out that yes, some Victorian men shaved their body hair. You also noticed he was already semi-erect. He was frozen in place, staring at you, unable to speak. You walked over to him and cupped his face.
"Are you ok?" You asked.
"Y-yes, I'm just... this is new..." He admitted.
"We can just cuddle for now if you want." You suggested. He nodded in agreement. You lied down on the bed and signaled for him to come into your arms. He curled up next to you. You gently held him and closed your eyes for a bit. When you opened them again, you noticed him looking at your figure admiringly. You began to caress him as you lightly teased him, "You can touch, I won't mind one bit." He flushed violently, unable to keep eye contact with you. You kissed his forehead to reassure him. He hesitantly reached out and placed his hand on your chest. He slowly dragged it down your body and stopped right above your t-dick. He flushed harder when you spread your legs to encourage him. He took a moment to breathe before finding the courage to run his hand over it. The violent blush on his face came back when he did, especially as he saw you get harder through his hand. "Think you're ready?" You asked him. He nodded at you. You got onto your knees and lied him down on the bed, hovering over him. He looked up at you, blushing violently with wide eyes. "May I?" You asked, just to be sure. He nodded quickly. You spread yourself open and gently slid onto him. He let out a cute moan as you did before quickly covering his mouth with his hand in embarrassment. "It's ok." You chuckled at how adorable he was. "If anything, I want to hear your sweet cries, it helps." You told him as you cupped his face. His breath hitched as you felt him harden inside you. You began to ride him slowly, adjusting to his size. He made so many adorable and pathetic sounds already. "Try to hold it in so you can last more than two minutes, alright sweetie?" You teased. You felt him twitch inside you as he let out a pathetic whine. You decided you were gonna test the waters a little. "Good boy." You cooed. He let out a louder moan than the rest at the words before quickly turning away in embarrassment. You felt him harden like a rock. "Do you like when I call you that?" You asked. He refused to look at you as he nodded. "How cute." You cooed as you quickened the pace. Raymond let out a series of uncontrollable moans as you went on. "Hold it, sweetie." You teased. Raymond was clearly struggling to hold back. The way he clenched up, shut his eyes, bit his lip and let out little whimpers and whines. You slowed down, allowing him to catch his breath and stop being so tense. He whined in desperation. He wanted you to keep going even though he knew damn well he wouldn't have been able to hold it.
"D-dear, please..." He begged.
"Please what? Use your words, sweetie." You teased. He shivered in excitement.
"P-please... f-faster..." He begged.
"So desperate..." You teased. "I don't know if I should..." You went on with a mischievous grin.
"Y-y/n, please!... I... I-I need you, please-..." He begged as he tried to grab your hips and pull them closer to him. You suddenly began to pound into him again. He let out a series of loud, uncontrollable moans again. He couldn't think anymore. His eyes rolled back into his head as he frothed at the mouth. His whole body was shaking violently.
"Such a needy boy..." You teased. Raymond could barely focus.
"U-use m-me..." Was the only thing he could manage to say. You went even faster and harder to finally finish him off. His moans grew so loud, he was practically screaming. You were worried the neighbors might hear, but you figured you'd deal with that later. He clung onto you, digging his nails into your back as you went. His eyes seemed to water. The lights in the room were starting to flicker as he got closer. You tried not to let it distract you. You were getting close too. Suddenly, Raymond let out what was practically a scream as the lights flickered violently before completely shutting off as he came. You lied down on top of him, catching your breath together. You slowly pulled off of him, making him squirm and whine a bit more. You smiled at him and toyed with his hair as he caught his breath. He looked up at you, dazed. You kissed him.
"So how was it?" You asked sarcastically.
"It was... wonderful..." He smiled, still dazed. The sarcasm completely flew over his head.
"Wait until we try fucking you analy." You teased. Raymond's eyes widened as he stared at you, blushing violently again. "Not tonight, don't worry. And only if you want to." You reassured him. He smiled sheepishly at the thought. "Anyway, you definitely need aftercare after that." You told him as you cuddled up next to him and kissed him. He curled up into you, hugging you tightly.
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Abandoned
Ghost x König x Reader
CW: Smut, attempted non-con, blood, naked burly men, slight yandere vibes, but darling reader is on board with it
Working on behalf of a charity in the Middle East village you are working with is taken over by Al Qatala. One faction wants to kill you, and the other wants the improvements promised before they kill you. Many months of serious negotiations pass without an agreement being made. A US military squad moves through one day, shooting those who shoot them, seemingly on a random patrol.
You have been working on getting the placement for a new well pinpointed during this time, which was the goal of the charity on this trip, and now is one of the only reasons you still live. All of your possessions have been taken save for the shoes on your feet, soft-soled, so you can not escape, and your niqab which clothes you from head to toe, with a small opening for your eyes. Oh, and a single pair of underwear that has definitely seen better days.
A US soldier in desert camouflage near the edge of the village grabs you when you try to escape, and you think you are saved. Instead, he chuckles and decides he is going to have a little fun with a local woman, dragging you into a nearby empty house. He rips at your niqab, tearing your clothes from you blindly. It is only when your face is uncovered that he realizes that you are not local and not even Arabic, but an American like him.
As he continues to tear at your clothes, there is a noise at the door and a surprisingly warm, Scottish voice says, "Whatcha doin' in ere?" The soldier freezes, then glances next to him where his rifle is just out of easy reach. Before he can even fully make his decision, there is a metallic noise from next to you.
Another voice, cold and British this time, says, "Don't give it a thought." When he turns to face this second man, a set of hands gently clamps down on your arm and shoulder and pulls you backward against his body with a quiet but firm, "Danke." Your head barely reaches his shoulder, despite being tall for a woman at 5'10". In a smooth motion, he passes you over to the man at the door who wraps his arm and most of his body around you as he guides you to the alley between the houses. Just as you cross the threshold, you hear the US soldier say "Kilgore" in the most terrified voice you've ever heard.
There is screaming, yelling and some rather gruesome sounds of what, you don't quite know floating from the house. The man who led you to the alley tries to distract you, introducing himself as Soap. He asks you your name and other questions you struggle to answer, including why you are here in such a dangerous place alone before the other two men join you. You don't hear them walk over so much as you feel their gaze, the hairs on the back of your neck rising up in a primal warning.
When you look up from the much too interesting patch of dirt you have been focusing on, you see two tall men advancing, both wearing face coverings to rival the one you were wearing just minutes ago. The shorter man is wearing a neoprene type mask with a skull design. You snort internally at the idea of a man over six feet tall being considered short, but the sheer size of the mountain of a man next to him dwarfs even a six feet frame. Said mountain of a man has a curtain of fabric covering his face. It is black with two red streaks running down from the eyes. The former is introduced as Ghost by Soap. Ghost gives a brusque nod before turning away to speak into his radio.
The taller man you realize is the one who passed you off to Soap in the house. As you step closer to thank him, you realize that he is covered in blood and bits of...what is that?! You blanch, but with a smile pasted on that is much too toothy for the situation, you say, "Thank you, a-all of you." Soap is clearly weirded out by your deranged grin, and you say through clenched teeth, "Sorry. Tying not to puke." A look of understanding crosses his face. You glance back at the blood and viscera coated man, but he turns away from you. Soap says quietly, "That is König. Now, we need you to stay put so we can finish what we came to do and then you will evac with us." You nod, managing to control your stomach with enough swallowing.
The three men head out, each glancing back when they think the others aren't watching. As they leave, you find a small spot to hide and curl yourself up into the tightest ball you can to not be seen. It feels like hours of listening to guns firing, men yelling and screaming, and worrying if you will finally be able to escape when they finally return.
"Schatzi. Mein Schatzelinchen, where are you?" Surprisingly, it is König calling quietly for you as he and Soap enter the alley.
Soap exclaims, "Schatzi?! What the hell is a Schatzi? She has a name, you know." König shrugs.
"She is Schatzi to me. Ich liebe mein Schatzi," he replies in a possessive voice.
"Leibe? What does that mean? Lo-" Soap jumps in surprise as you wiggle out of the tiny hiding spot you found, and König blocks him from bringing his gun to bear, seemingly having already known you were hiding there and that it would surprise Soap.
"Come on, Schatzi. It is time to go." He holds out a hand, which you hesitantly take. It squelches in your grip, which you try very hard not to react to. The sound and feeling of it distracts you enough that you don't notice the loose sand near the edge of the road and trip into König's side. "Scheiße Schatzelinchen. None of that now. We must hurry to the evac." He picks you up and cradles you to his chest like a fragile bride. Soap eyes him hard, but hurries to keep up when König takes off in a sprint to join Ghost at the evac.
Ghost is waiting impatiently, and you see his eyes widen behind the mask as he sees you being carried, covered in blood. Soap calls out, "She just tripped. Blood is all from the big guy's 'work', and he decided we needed to leave like the hounds were after us wee hares." Ghost's shoulders drop as he lets out the breath he was holding. A chopper drops down just as they reach the evac point. You bury your face into the copper-scented vest of König's gear to keep the sand out of your eyes and try to ignore the sticky feeling it leaves on your forehead.
They throw themselves into the seats, and you end up between König and Ghost. They lean hard against you as the helicopter takes off, and you can feel your shoulders creaking. After a minute of this and the helicopter stabilizing the path it takes back to base, you lean back as far as you can in your seat. Ghost and König lean with you, still pinning you between them. They both yell in surprise when you jerk forward, and they knock heads together behind you. Soap belly laughs as they both sit up and rub their heads, glaring at each other over the top of you. Your quiet giggles go unnoticed by all three men.
Ghost apologizes quietly in your ear, and you immediately sober as a shiver passes through you and your cheeks redden. It seems an eternity later when you finally land at the base they are working out of. Soap takes the lead, and you walk between the two giants through the base until you reach a building off to the side. You freeze in the doorway when you realize it is a large communal locker room and showers full of men in various states of undress.
Ghost pushes you through the doorway and says, "Just follow Soap. We need to clean off this blood and...stuff." You hurry up to Soap and grab his vest, then shut your eyes tightly, trusting him to lead you safely. He brings you to a quiet and empty corner. You glance around carefully, looking for a washcloth or something only to slam your eyes shut and bring your hands to cover them when Soap starts to quickly undress in front of you. The sticky feeling your blood covered hands add to your face is even less pleasant than before.
Soap jokingly says, "What? Never seen a naked man before?" At the shake of your head, he goes quiet, and when you peek up at his face, his mouth is hanging open in surprise.
"No, this is...I've never..."
From behind you, you can hear the quiet shuffle of clothes, boots and gear being pulled off and Ghost drawls "Well, glad we can be your first and ruin you for all other men, but we still need to get the blood off." You glance back at them and get more than an eyeful of both Ghost and König before turning a deep shade of red. You realize that they have kept on their masks and guess that their anonymity must be deeply important to them.
"Fine, I'll just...umm..." You stare down at your torn and disgusting clothes. With a sigh, you shed your clothes quickly, piling your torn niqab, underwear, and shoes on a nearby bench.
"That is all you were wearing, mein Schatzi?" König sounds a bit out of breath behind his mask.
"Yeah, they took everything else months ago," you say shyly.
Soap tosses down a set of sandals for you to put on. "Well then, let's go rub me all over and clean up," Soap jokes, trying to break the tension. The looks of horror and disgust let him know that his joke hit perfectly, and his laugh echos through the room. You stare at your sandals, trying hard not to look at anyone as the three men walk nearly touching you in a bid to keep your nudity hidden behind their large bodies in the tight quarters of the communal shower. Soap finds a quiet corner and gently pushes you into it. "There's the soap, hun. Lather up really good, and then we will all rinse off together so nobody bothers us."
"Thanks." You shoot him a smile and quickly get to work rubbing the lather across your body. As you scrub down facing the wall, you try to get every bit of your body clean after nearly 9 months of bare minimum cleaning due to the village's rationing of water. You jump at the feel of hands on your back. Glancing back, you see König rubbing soap across your back, cautiously. You slowly relax as he gently scrubs the areas you can't reach. When he stops, you shyly gesture for him to turn around so you can scrub his back. The crinkle around his eyes that you can see makes you blush lightly, but you scrub his back anyway, returning the favor.
Ghoat seemingly pouts, at least you think so based on the glares he is sending König. You gesture for him to turn around after you finish with König. He groans as you gently rub the lather across his shoulders and back. You feel his breathy moans in your core, and when you look up, König is watching you like a hawk. You think he is mad, but he just says, "Good girl."
Soap has a baffled look on his face, looking between the three of you. After a minute, he just shrugs as if to say, none of my business and guides you to rinse off nearby, declining your offer to scrub his back. As you wash the soap out of your hair, you hear a man clear their throat nearby and open your eyes to see a stranger has worked his way near you while the men are focused on rinsing off quickly.
"Gonna scrub my back now?" He leers at your body unashamedly. You get your first view of an angry König as he claps a hand down hard on the man's shoulder and drags him backward.
"Leave my Schatzi alone, fotze." König moves to stand just inches from you as he rinses off. When he closes his eyes, you can't help yourself and take a peek down his body. A dark chuckle brings your eyes back up to meet his, and you quickly turn away to wash your hair again. The image of his cock is burned into your brain. You had no idea they could be that big and it was still soft. How big could did that thing get?
Clean but wet, your hair feels lighter than it has in months, and you've never been so happy to have a shower. Ghost turns you to face him, giving you a quick once over with his eyes. He uses his hand to scrub a few spots and splotches of blood off your face that you missed. Finally clean, you follow Soap back to the lockers with your eyes focused on his sandals. König and Ghost glare at anyone who dares to even glance at you.
Ghost hands you an oversized towel to use when you reach the lockers. It smells like manly and you wonder idly if that is what Ghost smells like all the time. Inspecting your clothes, you realize that none of them are fit to wear at this point. They are ripped, worn, and covered in blood, not to mention dirty from near continuous wear for nearly six months. You sigh and slip on your shoes, but just stare at the rest of the pile, trying to convince yourself to climb into them temporarily.
Suddenly, you are awash in a sea of clothing. As you struggle to get your head out, you feel calloused hands tugging it down your body. Your head pops out the top of the dress and you look down to realize it is a shirt. It smells like König, not Ghost, though you don't know how you are able to identify them so quickly. "Thank you, König," you say as you turn toward him, sliding your arms through and tugging a bit at the hem.
"You're welcome, Schatz." Your mouth goes slack as you realize he has literally given you the shirt off his back. His hairy chest and naked abs are on full display, a small trail of hair dipping down into his pants. You see a multitude of scars and a few fresher injuries, maybe even from earlier today. When you finally tear your gaze off his torso, he seems more than pleased to see you wrapped in his clothes from the look in his eyes.
The shirt barely reaches your thighs, but it's better than nothing, you decide. König disdainfully throws your old clothes into a trashcan, and you can't regret the loss at all. Ghost balls up your towel and throws it into the nearby laundry bin as you follow Soap back out, eyes trained studiously on his back. As the door shuts behind you, voices rise as many talk about what they had just witnessed, and one man checks the blossoming bruise on his shoulder, lamenting to his friends. They just shake their heads and tell him he was lucky to have gotten off so easy messing with a woman belonging to The One-Four-One.
Soap leads your group to a set of buildings seemingly on the opposite end of the camp. As you near the entrance, a frowning man in a hat waits. His voice booms out, "About time. (Y/n) with me." He walks off without checking to see if you're following. Ghost and König follow as well, while Soap heads off elsewhere within the building with his gear. Price stops at a door and turns to gesture you inside, stopping when he sees the two tall men flanking you still. "No, just (y/n). You can debrief later."
König grasps your hand with his free hand and staring into your eyes, says, "Goodbye for now, my Schatzi." You blush and croak out a goodbye as he walks away. Ghost shoots a glare at Price before turning to you and saying, "See you soon, Love." Price seems frustrated at how quickly you have charmed two of his best men and slams the door shut before gesturing at the open chair wordlessly. He stomps to the window behind his seat, looking out into the base. After several tense minutes, he turns back to you, gripping the top of the chair.
"Who are you, really?" Then, silence. As though he expects your answer to change now that you are alone. You stutter out your full name and his face changes from frustrated to angry. He slams his hands on the table. "I said, what is your real name?" You whimper and say it again, breaking eye contact in fear. He growls in frustration. "Then why the fuck can't I find you listed as missing?!"
You freeze in shock. "But... but... I've been a hostage in the village for... six months. I swear, I work for Blue Hope. I was here trying to get a well built for the village before they were taken over by those extremists."
"Well, Blue Hope has no record of you working there. Hell, whoever set up your cover must hate you because I can't find much of anything that says you ever existed at all." His glare somehow intensifies as you cower and try to think of a way to prove yourself with no I.D. or really anything connected to your life at all.
"I... I can prove I exist. I have an apartment that Blue Hope leased for me as part of my compensation in New York!" You sniffle a little as you try to keep your emotions in check, but it's difficult with your tendency to cry when you're frustrated.
He drawls, "they leased it, so how does that prove you exist?" He sits carefully in his chair, watching your every move carefully.
"I broke the rules of the lease and installed cameras. Bit of a nervous person, being away from there constantly, so I wanted to be able to check in, ya know."
"I don't, but how will cameras prove you are who you say you are?"
"I have two bachelor degrees on the wall of my office from Bandern University. They have my name and my majors and-and my minor. One is in environmental science with a specialty in water resources. The other is a political science degree with a specialty in international affairs. I'm still working on my Ph.D. in hydrology. That's why I'm working for Blue Hope instead of a private company. Nobody will hire a hydrologist without a Ph.D." Your voice strengthens as you explain your accomplishments; you're very proud of them for good reason. "I can show you on the computer. It's just a login on LinkUs to see the whole place."
"That doesn't seem secure at all for cameras that look into your whole house." He is definitely less angry and more surprised now. Captain Price navigates his computer to the website in question and puts in the login information you share.
"Yeah, I know. I turn them off when I'm home, but I know that isn't much of an excuse. I'm hardly ever there, so I wasn't as worried about it as I probably should be."
He frowns as the videos load on his screen. "Do you normally live... like a pig?" His try at diplomacy fails spectacularly as his shock slipped through. He turns the screen so you can see.
"Uhh... what?! My house isn't always the cleanest, but I don't live like a pig! Let me - oh god! What happened?!" The video feeds show nearly everything overturned and every drawer dumped on the floor. "I... I think I've been robbed! Umm... there. There is my office. If you click."
Price clears his throat and clicks on the office feed. "Ahh, does this? Yes, it does zoom. And there they are with (y/n) on them and the degrees you said. I'm still not 100% convinced, but I will give you the benefit of the doubt for now." He exits back to the main feed. "I need to investigate why you weren't-. Is anyone supposed to be there, a caretaker?"
"No. I should have hired someone." Your voice drops to a whisper as he clicks on the living room feed. "Wait, can you see someone?" Together, you listen to the man talking on the phone.
"Done. We haven't found it yet. I will have the full report once it is clean and empty tonight, but I don't think it is here." The strange man listens to the phone intently. "When will her body be recovered? We may need to intercept it, just in case she had it on her." He pauses. "Hopefully it was lost then because a local with computer access could be just as dangerous as an employee with the recording. Anyway, all traces will be gone..." The voice gets quieter as he walks away and out the front door.
You sit in shock. All traces gone. Does that mean what you think it means? Like, all of your things just gone forever? Price turns toward you with a careful look on his face. "I've never had someone exonerated so clearly and quickly before." His attempt at a joke falls flat.
"When." Your voice wavers, and you clear your throat trying to hold back tears. "When can I go home?"
Price looks decidedly uncomfortable now. "I don't know if you can, to be honest. I don't think it would be safe." The stress of the day seems to be finally catching up to you, and your sniffles turn into full-blown sobs. Price is now so uncomfortable that he can't sit still, jumping up and rushing to the door. "Where did those damn giants go, now? You!" he points at a man walking by.
"Me? Wait, is someone crying? Who's crying? I don't do crying." The soldier is quickly backing away quickly, looking nervous.
"Just go get König or maybe Ghost for fuck's sake, Roach!" Price snaps at him as he withdraws, missing the look of shock on Roach's face. He sidles along the wall toward his desk, watching you sob. The look of relief in his face when the door opens stops Ghost in his tracks. "Fix it, please," he says as he sits heavily in his chair, face in his hands.
Ghost stares at him, uncomprehendingly. "How the fuck did this happen? She was happy when we dropped her off." Despite the frustration in his tone, he moves to comfort you. He wraps his arms around you and picks you up. Ghost sits and settles you in his lap with your head tucked under his chin and shushes you gently. The glare he aims at Price is very short of comforting for him, though.
"Her home was wrecked and it sounds like it was the same company that stranded her here in the Middle East. She can't go home," Captain Price quickly shares.
Ghost perks up a bit, but keeps comforting you. Suddenly the door slams into the wall and König bursts into the room. "Mein Schatzi! Hands off her - she's mine!" He grabs you tightly and yanks you out of Ghost's embrace. Ghost tries to pull you tight to him, but there is truly no contest when König is running on adrenaline, so he lets you go. The giant of a man pulls you tight, tucking you against his chest, much like Ghost had and muttering in German about all the things he is going to do to Price in revenge.
You nestle against him, feeling safe encased in his arms and finally manage to rein in your sobs after a few minutes. König switches to muttering what he wants to do to comfort you, his fingers playing with the hem of the shirt. Your quickly spreading blush stops him in his tracks. "Uhh...sprichst du Deutsch?"
Your shy "ein bisschen" in response makes him groan and you're sure the skin around his eyes is red with embarrassment. When a throat clears behind you, he jumps and his entire body tenses, ready to fight.
"Sorry Schatzi. I shouldn't have wrestled you away from comfort." König gently sets you back in Ghost's lap. You grab his hand when he begins to back away toward the office door and settle yourself so you can keep hold of him. Ghost wraps an arm around your torso and pulls you flush to his chest before focusing on Captain Price again.
"Well, uhh, now that the crying is done. What are they looking for? What did you stumble on?" Price tries to get everyone back to the problem at hand with slim hopes that the other men will forget this.
"I overheard and recorded a confusing conversation working late one night just before I left the country. I guess it was way scarier and more important than I thought. I just remember thinking it was really weird for them to be talking about bribes when we are supposed to be an above the board charity. I only recorded it in case we get audited or something, because I didn't want to go down with them. I didn't want anyone to know what I'd heard, because I knew it would screw everything up for me and the village. I just wanted to get a well put in for them so they always had water."
Price rubbed his temples. "Did you hide it in your apartment or leave it in the village, then?"
"No, neither." He looks up surprised. "I put it in a cloud server...or three. I wanted it in case we got audited or something. It's easiest to listen to on my SoundLight storage because you don't have to download it."
Price's jaw has fully dropped by this point and the quiet "attagirl" growled in your ear makes your eyes glaze over and a shiver pass through you. You lean forward and pull it up on the computer, hitting play before settling back into Ghost's lap. The hard cock pressing against your ass surprises you, but Ghost's only reaction is a shaky exhale in your ear. König takes your hand again, making you glance up with a smile. He squeezes gently and you turn back to Price as he focuses on the recording.
The frown on the Captain's face intensifies as the recording plays and you feel Ghost's erection flag quickly. The tightening grip of König's hand just adds one more layer to the realization that what you overheard is much more serious than you could have ever guessed. When the recording ends, Price looks happier. "This is a serious matter. We will need to take action on this immediately and with this recording, we have some great leads."
You perk up. "Does that mean I can go home soon? Maybe save stuff from getting tossed?" Price shakes his head no.
"It isn't that easy. We have to thoroughly investigate before we commit to direct action or we might risk only getting part of the operation. It could easily be another six months before we have enough to act on. Even then, you might need a whole new identity. I'm truly sorry."
"What am I supposed to do then? I don't have anything to my name... or do I even have my name now? Do I go into Witness Protection somewhere?" The sharp "No" and "Nein" from both Ghost and König surprises you and gives you butterflies in your stomach.
"As your body guards have said, no. Witness Protection isn't safe enough. You'll stay here in our protection. I'll organize a room for you and we'll get some clothes together so you don't have to wear the cast offs of your dubiously generous friends." You're sure that König has a possessive grin under the curtain of his mask as he looks at the shirt you wear again.
"She won't need a room. We have that handled." Ghost slides you off his lap gently and guides you toward König and the door. "The clothes would be appreciated, though. And toiletries. And anything else, Love?" You shake your head, too overwhelmed to think very hard about what you need now that you truly have nothing, not even the niqab you wore for so long.
"I'm grateful for anything right now. I have more questions for later, but-" The yawn is sudden, but not unexpected. Price nods and waves you out without a word, already typing away on his report.
Ghost hangs back for a moment. "Debrief, Captain?"
"Tomorrow. This report can't wait." He pauses, having switched back to the camera feeds. "They found one of the cameras. We will have to keep this as quiet as a church mouse if you want her safe." Ghost nods and jogs to catch up.
König, unsurprisingly, has picked up (y/n) and is carrying her with her head tucked into his shoulder. Ghost sighs, not wanting to fight König verbally, but knows they need to hash out living quarters. "So, my room?" He tries lightly.
"Nein, no. She needs to be safe. That means she needs a room none will enter. That's my room."
"Nobody goes in my room" Ghost immediately protests, only to groan when he sees Soap walk out. Soap spots the three of you and takes off quickly in the opposite direction, having intended to sneak in and back out without being seen.
"See? No one dares to enter my room. She will be safe there when we go on missions. And...I would not mind you being in my rooms. Besides, Colonels get bigger rooms." The last was a bit of an unnecessary jab, but a good point all the same.
"Fine. Your room. Just no throwing fits if Johnny shows up at the door, alright."
"No promises." König's pace falters as your stomach growls. "Verdammt! We must take care of our Schatzi better. First crying alone and now starving." Ghost chuckles as König about faces and hurries to the kitchen. "We will find you a good meal before bed."
Upon entering, Ghost pushes the two of you toward the table and quickly puts together a meal. "Luckily, I just finished eating before Roach screamed at me to get my ass over there. Seems crying women can panic most of the crew." You blush and bite your lip.
"Sorry. It was just too much." König sits you on his knee and starts trying to feed you. "I can do it myself, I promise." You grab the fork from his hand and hunch over your food, eating quickly. The men sit watching you and talking quietly as you struggle not to shove the food into your mouth. The moans you make at the taste of the food have them adjusting their pants. "Oh, this is good! I haven't had anything this good in so long!"
With your plate emptied and your stomach full, you finally sit back. König pulls you close as he stands up. "Let's go to bed, Liebling. You can sleep off your feast." Ghost cleans up quickly and the three of you leave for König's room with a quick stop at the bathroom, which luckily was empty at this late hour. Ghost stops off in his room for a moment to grab some gear and half-jogs to catch the door to König's room before it shuts, locking it behind him.
After tucking you in the giant bed, König quickly strips off all of his clothes, leaving just his mask. "Some warning before you strip down, mate," jokes Ghost. König ignores him and climbs in on the far side of the bed, wrapping an arm around you. Ghost shakes his head before taking off all but his pants, carefully folding his shirt and trousers to sit on a chair near the door. He flips off the light, climbing into bed carefully to not jostle you. "Goodnight, Love...König."
"G'nigh Ghos, Köni," you mutter, falling toward sleep quickly.
"Schöne träume, Schatz, Geist." Arms wrap around you from each side and you curl up happily between them, feeling safer than you've ever felt before in the arms of two killing machines.
You wake up to a hand gently caressing your face. The skull on Ghost's mask is the first thing to come into focus. Even though you know it has inspired fear in the heart of many men, you smile, looking deep into his eyes. He seems surprised to see you smile, but you can tell somehow that he is smiling back. "Good morning, Ghost." Behind you, a hand tightens gently on your hip. "And König."
"Good morning" they say at the same time, making you giggle. You reach out and run a finger along the edge of Ghost's mask, catching the stubble there.
"Can I touch you?"
"Yes," he breathed out as you ghost your fingers down his throat. König's hand on your hip slides up to your ribs under your shirt. Your hand continues to slide down Ghost's body, running through the coarse hair on his chest, then back up and over his arm. Goosebumps rise up in the wake of your fingers and Ghost sighs as you caress each scar and imperfection on his skin.
"C-can I kiss you?"
"Yes, Love." He leans forward and you kiss him through his mask. Ghost gently turns you toward König who also kisses you through his mask. You run your fingers along the hem on it, making him tense.
"May I?" You feel even more nervous at his nod, but steel yourself and gently lift the fabric, sliding your fingers up his neck to his cheek. The column of his neck is revealed, then his chin and finally his lips. Leaning forward, you kiss him hesitantly, melting into it when he passionately kisses you back.
"Mein Schatzi," he groans as you pull away slowly, feeling flushed. "Would you like to touch me, Liebling?" He waggles his eyebrows down at you and smirks.
"Yes, sir," you cheekily answer back, kissing your way down his neck instead of using your fingers. The long, low moan he lets out goes straight to your core, encouraging you. Ghost presses his cock against your ass and runs his hand up to your breast, struggling against your shirt. He palms it gently. In response, you kiss König's nipple, giggling as his grip on your hip tightens, encouraging you.
You kiss every scar on König's chest and arms before he turns you back toward Ghost, again. Together, they tug off your shirt and it's only when they both press against you that you realize that Ghost has taken off his pants, leaving all of you completely naked, but for the masks. Ghost slides his mask up to kiss you deeply and König lifts your thigh up to nestle his cock against your core. The head rubs directly on your clit when he presses your leg back down. He smirks as you gasp into Ghost's mouth with his first thrust between your thighs.
Ghost pulls back and slides down your body, kissing his way to your breasts. "Is this ok, Love? We can stop if it's too much."
"It's so good."
"Good, that's a green light then. If you need us to slow down or pause, that is a yellow light. And -"
"Red means stop?"
"That's right, sugar. Red means stop and we will stop and take care of you, ok?"
"Yea, don't stop. Too good." He chuckled darkly as he went back to sucking and biting at your breasts. König kept thrusting against your channel, driving you closer to an edge you've rarely visited.
"Braves Mädchen," he murmured in your ear. "Good girl." You melted against him and he changed the angle of his thrust to press against your opening, stretching you wide as he gently pushed. He paused at your whimper, gently petting your hip and wrapping his other arm around your shoulders. He pulled you tight against him without choking you.
Ghost was quick with his "Color, sugar. Tell me what your color is."
"G-green. Mehr." Your casual slip into his mother language had König kissing your shoulder as he pushed in a little more at a time. Ghost kissed you again, sliding one hand down to tease your swollen clit and whispering encouragement in your ear. König carefully stretches his way deeper, trying to let you do most of the work as you move your hips back and forth in your excitement.
When König bottoms out deep within your core, you groan. Ghost smiles against your lips. "Did your greedy little cunt take that huge prick? Attagirl. You're goin' t'cum on that cock, aren't ya?"
You nod silently, whimpering as König pulls back then pushes in deep again, his thighs clapping against your ass. "König! Fuck!" You brace against Ghost as König moves faster and harder behind you, driving toward his own orgasm. "I'm gonna cum on you, König!" Your whines and whimpers are driving him on. "I'm cumming!" König bites down on your shoulder as he cums with you. His cock throbs deep inside your core with little thrusts that grind him deeper and deeper. Your squeal and clenching sleeve make him twitch harder inside you.
"Good girl. Good girl cumming all over me," he croons. After a few moments, he pulls out and turns you onto your back to catch your breath. Ghost rubs his hands against you, still worked up. You smile up at him and pull him close. He smirks back, kissing you deeply and spreading your legs to wedge his hips between them.
"Is this ok, Love? Color?"
"Yell-no, green. Green."
He stares at you for a moment, trying to gauge your honesty. You slip your hand down to wrap around his weeping cock and gently tug him toward you. "Want you to cum, too. It feels so good." He chuckles, but abides by your wish, pulling your legs to wrap around his waist as he enters you. König caresses your body and kisses your neck as you take Ghost's cock to the hilt in one sharp thrust. From this position all three of you are able to see the bulge in your stomach when he hilts himself into you. In response, your body clenches down on him to his delight.
"Sugar, not gonna last long with you milking me," he groans. You boldly reach down and push on his cock through your skin and clench at him again. His hips stutter, then he is pounding into you and pinching your clit as punishment. You squeal and König takes advantage of your distraction to gently bite your nipple then lave it with his tongue in revenge for your earlier cheekiness. The mischievous slant of his lips tells you that is just the beginning as they work in tandem to bring you over the edge again.
Ghost suddenly leans down and bites at your earlobe. "Who's fucking you so good the whole base can hear you? Say my name, (y/n). Tell everyone how well Simon is fucking you."
"S-Simon! You're gonna make me cum! Green? Fuck...Simon!" He thrusts harder, his balls slapping against your ass as he tries to make you cum before he does.
"That's it, (y/n). Tell everyone how good it feels."
"Cumming, Simon" you shout as you squirt cum all over his cock and abs. The sudden wetness shocks you and nearly ruins your orgasm, but the look of excitement on Ghost's face when he looks down keeps you cumming.
"Attagirl. Attagirl. Gonna cum in you, Love. Gonna fill you up!" The look of bliss on his face has you more convinced than anything he could have said that he isn't disgusted by what happened in any way. He collapses down onto you, still praising you as he tries to collect himself. You brush a kiss to his temple and shyly glance over at König to see the biggest grin on his face.
"Good girl. You are perfect." You blush and pull him over to kiss you, too. When he pulls back, he pulls his mask back into place and relaxes in a boneless heap with one arm possessively wrapped around your stomach. Ghost slides off of you, half asleep already. Your giggle wakes him back up some, but the best he can do is a cheeky grin as he cuddles into your side.
It feels like just moments later there is a pounding at the door. Both men are immediately on high alert with König pushing you toward Ghost and preparing to leap out of bed. It's only the voice on the other side of the door that makes him pause.
"Simon! Simon! Answer the damn door! I need to talk to you! C'mon Simon! I know you're in there!" Soap's voice has Ghost dropping his head back onto the pillow in frustration. "Come to the door already!"
"No fuckin peace around here. Can't even enjoy the afterglow." He huffs and puffs, debating on ignoring the jackass at the door.
"Answer the door. He's here for you and clearly not going to go away. I will cuddle our Schatzi while you are gone." König sounds almost mocking as he brushes kisses across your shoulder and you gently push Ghost out of bed.
"What in the bloody hell do you want, Johnny?!" Ghost yells as he answers the door dressed in only his mask.
Soap yelps and covers his eyes, "Jesus Ghost! Put on some pants!"
"No, you pulled me out of bed with (y/n). Now you gotta deal with the consequences, ya knob." Ghost stands with his feet planted shoulder-width apart in a mock parade rest. Soap refuses to look at him, choosing to stare at the ceiling instead and thrusts a canvas bag at Ghost.
"I was just bringing by some clothes for her. Price said she needed some that actually fit and that he better not see her bare-assed running around in just König's shirt again." Having passed on the message, Soap abruptly about faces and takes off down the hall.
"Thanks, mate," Ghost calls after him as he closes the door. You blush as he turns back and says, "Well, won't be needing these anytime soon, will we?" He tosses the bag of clothes onto the chair with his clothes and jumps back into bed, his crown jewels flopping about.
König chuckles and slides out of bed. "I need to piss. I'll be back." You sigh and hold his hand loosely, trying to keep hold as he walks over to his clothes without a trace of shame in his bare body.
"I'm losing all of my cuddles," you sigh. Ghost grumbles and tucks you into his side.
"I'm back, Love. We can cuddle all day." You smile and trace a line down his chest, lazily. He growls, "Or maybe skip the cuddles and go right back to making you scream my name."
"Hurry back, Köni. I already miss you," you call as he leaves. You catch a hint of a blush around his eyes as he carefully shuts the door. Turning back to Ghost, you smile lazily.
"You're getting awfully bold for someone who had never seen a cock before yesterday. I like it, Sugar." He kisses your forehead and relaxes against you. "I'm happy to share you with that giant if it means cuddles whenever we are home."
Your sigh catches him off guard. "I don't know how one of the worst days of my life led to this, but I don't think I've ever been happier and more contented than I am right now, Simon." Hearing his name, his real name, sends a shiver down his spine.
"When König comes back, let's get you dressed and have some breakfast... well, probably lunch by now, sugar." You can feel his grin under the mask and nod sleepily.
"Food sounds good. Very... good..." Your voice trails off as you start to drift to sleep. Ghost jostles you gently.
"Nuh uh, sleep after food or you'll wake up feeling sick with hunger. C'mon up ya get. König has a surprisingly too comfortable bed. And I honestly don't think I have ever seen one this big."
From the doorway, there is a deep laugh. "That's what she said. I abuse my body too much on missions to sleep on a shit bed, though. Let's see what Soap brought, hmm?" König dumps the clothes out onto the bed, quickly sorting out a set of clothes for you. "Here, (y/n). Put these on and I'll air out the bed a bit. Can't sleep on sweaty sheets." Ghost practically dragged you onto your feet before going to get his own clothes on.
"I hate these clothes," you mutter to yourself, grimacing as you pull the shirt over your head.
"Why's that, Schatzi? I hate to see you cover yourself up, but why would you hate them?" You blush, having not intended for them to hear your griping.
"They smell like other people. I don't like when my clothes smell weird," your petulant tone belies your deep discomfort with the perfume-scented clothes. "I have no idea where or who Soap got these from, but they smell... gross."
"Easily fixed, my Love." Ghost gently pulls you into a hug and rubs his body all over yours. "Your turn, König," Ghost says as he shuffles you into his arms. König happily rubs you with his hands, then picks you up and squeezing your ass, grinds you against himself.
"Yes, that is an easy fix," he says with a gleam in his eyes. You huff, but can't hide your grin as he sets you back on your feet. "Let's go eat, Liebling. Then, we can eat you later." You duck your head and groan, realizing how much König loves his double-entendres.
"Don't worry, Love. I won't use dirty innuendos to make you blush in front of everyone." Ghost whispering in your ear has you biting back a moan. "I'll just say dirty things in your ear so you blush and fidget over things no one else can hear and hope no one else overhears."
"Kommen, you two. Time to eat before we get called to attention again." You giggle at König's teasing and caught up to him, wrapping an arm around his waist. The smile you flash back to Ghost is full of promise. The sharp look in his eyes in return sends a shiver through you.
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Chapter 3: Hotguy Strikes Again! (And again, and again…)
When Scar gets the others to watch his films on repeat, Mumbo makes a terrible mistake. Meanwhile, Grian searches for a new best friend.
Chapter under cut:
2002
"And, cut!"
The outside of the house was crowded with people running around with cameras, rushing to do actors' makeup, fixing props and so-forth.
"Scar, you're up!"
Scar grinned; this was his favourite part after all.
He climbed up the ladder and onto the roof with ease, relishing the height of it. He leaned over the edge to get a look at the landing zone. Once he was happy he knew where it was, he spun around, facing the crew that were up there with him.
"I'm ready when you are!" Scar called down to the tech-crew, giving them a thumbs up.
"Places everyone!"
Scar took a few steps forward.
"Three, two, one, action!"
It was a simple stunt; Scar would fall backwards off of the roof, right before an onslaught of arrows would shoot overhead.
Unfortunately for him, things didn't quite happen in that order.
He took a few steps backward toward the edge, quickly glancing down at the ground below before looking back at his 'enemies.'
Right before he was about to fall backwards, he felt an arrow pierce his chest, the others whizzing past his ears.
He stumbled backwards, the shouts of his coworkers far away as he fell off of the tower.
The last thing he could remember was the taste of blood in his mouth and that feeling of weightlessness he so coveted.
He was dead before he hit the floor.
***
"Alright, maybe it's time for us to go to bed for the night," Scar decided as the credits began to roll.
"That's a good idea," Grian had agreed.
Mumbo yawned. "Well, that was fun."
Scar nodded. "It was amayzin'! I can't wait to do it all again tomorrow!"
"Yep!" Grian said, a smile on his face.
Once they made it to the second floor and Scar went into his room, Grian and Mumbo turned to each other.
"So we're both in agreement the movie sucks, right?" Mumbo asked.
"Oh, definitely."
That morning Scar had gotten the idea that they should watch the movies he was in, Hotguy one through four, and at first it had seemed great.
However, once they had finished Scar had suggested watching it again. That was the point where most of them opted out, but Mumbo and Grian had nothing better to do, so why not?
The issues arised when Scar wanted to watch them a third time, and then a fourth.
Scar was clearly proud of these movies, so Grian and Mumbo stuck around.
However, they were now realising that there was no telling how long it would take Scar to get sick of them.
"The catchphrase feels so forced," Mumbo said.
"…We have to tell him, don't we?" Grian said, though it was clear the idea wasn't appealing to him.
Mumbo sighed. "I'll do it."
"You will?" Grian asked, the surprise obvious in his voice.
Mumbo nodded. "Sure thing mate, you're closer to him so I'll take the hit."
Grian grinned. "You're the best."
Mumbo smiled back, and the two split ways to go to their own rooms for the night.
The next day, Scar was up bright and early to get back to watching Hotguy.
He was already sat down at the couch when Mumbo and Grian came downstairs.
"Hey guys!" He greeted cheerily, "you ready to watch more Hotguy?"
Grian looked at Mumbo, giving him a small nod as if to say go on.
Mumbo swallowed. "Well, Scar, you see, I need to tell you something…"
He inhaled as Scar looked at him expectantly.
"Grian hates your movies."
"Huh?"
"Mumbo!"
Scar's smile remained in place, but his eyes moved to look at Grian. "Is that so?"
Mumbo nodded. "He said the catchphrase feels forced."
Grian was rendered speechless, his mouth moving in many different shapes as he tried to formulate an appropriate response to this betrayal.
"Grian?" Scar asked.
"I never said I hated it, just that it's the kind of film you only watch when you have the whole family over 'cause it's the only one you all can at least somewhat tolerate."
"Oh..."
Grian bit back his rage just enough so he could look at Mumbo as he said "Mumbo, you are no longer my best friend."
He then stormed out of the room.
"Grian…!" Mumbo called out after him, nervous laughs escaping his lips as he did so, but Grian was gone.
Scar took a deep breath in and let it out before turning to Mumbo. "So, Hotguy?"
This caught Mumbo off guard. "But… Grian's gone now, who'll control the remote?"
"I can ask Lizzie to turn it on for us! If they can store movies inside of the TV now, surely they have some sort of loop function!"
"Oh, that's… great…" Mumbo tried to hide his disappointment.
Luckily Scar didn't seem to notice as he went to go get Lizzie.
***
Grian couldn't believe it. Mumbo was dead to him. Well, he was already dead, so Grian supposed that made him double dead.
That meant Grian needed a new best friend, one who wouldn't backstab him.
Under different circumstances, Grian would go find out what Scar was up to, but he was currently occupied.
Grian couldn't even bring himself to laugh at the hole Mumbo dug for himself.
He was wandering around when he bumped into Martyn. "Grian, hey!"
"Hi Martyn."
"What're you up to?" The pirate asked.
Grian sighed. "Mumbo betrayed me, so I'm looking for a new best friend."
"I could be your friend," Martyn suggested.
Grian considered this. "Sure. What do you do for fun?"
Martyn grinned. "Well, I'm glad you asked! Come with me."
Grian followed Martyn as he led him to the roof. The view was pretty cool from up there, Grian could see the sea from where he stood.
Martyn turned to look at him. "Have you ever wondered what it felt like to fly? To swing through the air with only a piece of rope to carry you, the sea-air blowing through your hair?"
"…not particularly," Grian responded, careful to stay away from the edge.
"Well- you're going to learn today!" Martyn beamed, unafraid of the drop.
Grian glanced down, and shuffled a bit further back. "Not that it'd make any difference considering we're dead, but I'm not seeing any sign of a rope-"
Martyn laughed. "The rope was only to keep us from dying!"
Grian then watched in minor horror as Martyn leapt from the roof, yelling joyfully as he did so.
Grian poked his head over the side, and saw him laying on the ground, laughing.
Grian crept back towards the window. "I think- I think I'm going to go back down the normal way!" He called down to Martyn.
Before he could give a response, Grian got back to the safety of indoors.
So, Martyn was a little crazy. That's fine, there's plenty of other ghosts in this house to be his best friend. He just had to keep looking.
***
Mumbo had regrets.
He lost count of how many times he'd seen the wretched films hours ago, and it had been longer since he'd spoken to Grian.
He sighed as Hotguy three started playing again.
"You good?" Scar asked.
Mumbo shrugged. The answer was no, but admitting so would mean admitting to lying.
"If you're worried about Grian, I can talk to him and tell him I'm not mad," Scar offered.
"You're not?"
Scar shook his head. "I mean, I'm hurt he lied, but he just wanted to make me happy, so I can't hold it against him. Once he knows I'm not mad I'm sure he'll forgive you!"
"Maybe…"
If only that was why he was upset, Mumbo thought.
"How come you want to watch these movies on repeat?" Mumbo then asked.
Scar thought about it for a moment. "Well, they're my legacy, you know? Also it's not like I have much else to do."
"That's nice…"
Mumbo definitely couldn't tell Scar the truth now, it'd be like telling him the thing he died for was awful! (Even if it was.)
So, he said nothing as the film continued.
***
"You've almost got it!" Pearl encouraged from the other side of the garden.
Grian was crouched next to a bird that was minding its own business in the garden. After the failure that was hanging out with Martyn, he decided to try and find a new best friend in Pearl.
"What do you do for fun normally?" Grian had asked.
"Chase birds is a big one," was her response.
While his ghost power wasn't as useful for the activity as Pearl's was, it did have its perks.
Grian focused his power, and used it to poke the bird. The poor creature quickly flew away, startled by the mysterious force that poked it.
Pearl laughed gleefully, running over to join Grian. The rest of the birds in the garden flew away as she approached.
"Wasn't that fun?" She asked.
"It was alright," Grian responded, "but what now?"
"We could go annoy Scott?" She suggested.
"Annoying Scott was an option and your first suggestion was scaring birds?!" Grian asked, "Of course I want to!"
So, the pair ran into the house together to find their blue haired roommate.
"Oh Scott~" Pearl called in a singsong voice.
Scott sighed. "What do you want?"
"Whatcha doing?" She asked innocently.
"Enjoying the sunlight, why?" He asked suspiciously.
"Would you mind if we joined you?" Grian asked, though he didn't give Scott the time to answer before sitting on the couch next to him. Pearl sat on his other side.
"So, how's your day been going?" Pearl asked, leaning her head on Scott's shoulder.
"It was going well until you showed up," he replied shaking her off.
"Don't you like us Scott?" Grian asked.
"You? I don't mind. Her? Well, she's the reason we died so forgive me for finding it difficult to forgive-"
"Last I checked you were the one who was holding the candle-" Pearl shot back.
"I'm sorry, was I supposed to be complacent and let you threaten me-"
"Oh grow up!"
"You grow up!"
The whole interaction quickly devolved into the pair arguing, and not in a fun way. Grian quietly made his exit, deciding he'd leave them at it and hope they wouldn't find a way to kill each other again.
So much for Pearl being his new best friend, he'd have to keep looking.
***
Lizzie came in to start the movie series again.
Now, you have to understand that Mumbo was tired, and had been watching these movies for almost forty hours at this point, and despite his best efforts he was bound to break at some point.
And boy did he break.
The music began playing, and something in Mumbo snapped. "That's it!"
Lizzie and Scar both turned to look at him, curiosity written on their faces.
"I am done with watching this movie! It's awful, and while you would think the entertainment industry would improve with time, this movie is evidence of the opposite! While the graphics are impressive, the writing is shit, the acting is shit, oh and that catchphrase! It's just his name! You should call it an announcement of his presence, not some line that only he says! And Scar, I lied. Grian didn't hate movie or the catchphrase, I did! He just didn't want to watch it on loop for eternity, and I thought if I threw him under the bus I could get us out of watching the movie without any skin off of my back, but you decided we could keep watching it anyway! And you know what, I am done! I'm sorry you died for an atrocious movie series but I can't keep doing this anymore!"
Mumbo took a deep breath to compensate for the lack of it he got during his rant, before noticing how Scar and Lizzie were totally slack-jawed.
He blinked, the rage dissipating now that he had gotten that all off of his chest, and in its place was the dawning sense of realisation over what he'd just said.
He coughed. "I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me- Lizzie, you can press play now."
"I- do you want me to press play?" Lizzie asked, still shellshocked.
"Well-"
"It's fine, Lizzie," Scar interjected, defeat lacing his words, "you can turn it off now."
He didn't even seem mad, just… sad.
"Scar-"
"No, it's fine, you're right; I died for a mediocre franchise that nobody other than me cares about. You should go apologise to Grian."
Mumbo looked to Lizzie, who seemed just as at a loss for words as he did.
"You know I didn't mean all that, I'm just tired," Mumbo explained, his desperate attempt o backpedal.
Scar solemnly shook his head. "I'm sorry for forcing you to watch the movies over and over again."
"You didn't force me," Mumbo offered weakly.
"You decided your only way out was to throw Grian under the bus."
Well, there wasn't an argument for that one.
Mumbo desperately tried to come up with a solution to this problem, but had no luck with it.
That was when Joel walked in, having come back from food shopping. "Hey Lizzie, who's watching Hotguy?"
"Oh look, another person who's come to ridicule my life's work," Scar mumbled.
"Scar is," Lizzie replied, glancing at Scar.
"I used to love those movies as a kid, or at least the second one, we had it on dvd at my uncle's house so we would watch it constantly."
Lizzie noticed how Scar seemed to perk up at this. "…you know, Scar was a stunt double for the first few movies."
"Really?" Joel asked, "who was he?"
"Hotguy," she answered, looking to Scar for confirmation that she named the right character.
"Tell him that I died in the costume," Scar told her, much happier already.
"He told me to tell you he died in the costume."
"What?!" Joel exclaimed, "Lizzie, Hotguy has been living in our house and you didn't tell me?!?!"
"Living is a bit of an insensitive word choice but whatever," Mumbo commented.
"I didn't know he meant so much to you," Lizzie told him.
"Hey, do you want to maybe watch the movies with him?"
"Do I want to watch the Hotguy movies with Hotguy? Is that even a question???"
Scar's face lit up.
Lizzie turned to him. "See! Your movies aren't so horrible that no one cares about them!"
Joel gasped. "Who called Hotguy horrible??"
"Mumbo," Lizzie and Scar said in unison.
"Blummin' hell, Mumbo!" Joel cursed.
"You didn't have to tell him that!" Mumbo exclaimed.
"You also didn't need to tell me that Grian hated the movie, yet here we are," Scar replied sassily.
"Oh right, Grian!" Mumbo ran out of the room.
Joel sat down on the couch. "Lizzie, you'll have to stay so you can tell me what Scar's saying," he told her.
"Of course, but I'm only watching them once."
"Of course," Scar replied.
***
Grian was standing by the window with his back to the door when Mumbo walked in.
"Grian?"
The older ghost did not reply, choosing to stare outside instead.
Mumbo gathered his thoughts. "Grian, I'm sorry! I said some awful things about you so that I wouldn't get in trouble with Scar when I shouldn't have. I'll never do it again!"
Grian stayed silent.
"If it makes you feel any better, Scar isn't mad at you, and I had to watch the entire franchise at least four more times."
Grian spun around to face him. "Oh thank god."
"Huh?"
"Mumbo, I missed you! I thought I could replace you but everyone else in this house is insane!" Grian rambled.
"Um, thank you…?"
Grian hugged him, and Mumbo cautiously hugged him back.
Grian took a step back. "Did you know that Martyn jumps off of the roof for fun?"
Mumbo furrowed his eyebrows. "Really? I suppose now that you mention it, I've seen him go up the stairs far more than I've seen him go down them…"
Grian laughed.
"So, you're sure we're alright?"
"Yep. The kick I get from you having to watch it so many more times overpowers the anger."
"Thanks..."
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𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞
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Beomgyu x fem reader!; flower shop au! ; good sugary flower shower fluff; tw:none.
Song recommendation: Starlight — Taeyeon ft Dean (why)
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An old beige cardigan met a golden bomber jacket one day, who would’ve thought what could become of that fateful reunion?
Monday. First day of the weekend and without a second hand helping out here, it would also be the loneliest, but ever since Choi Beomgyu started working here part time; the flower shop has been feeling livelier and brighter than usual. It’s a no brainer why he is the favorite to some customers: he can bring a smile to everyone’s faces with a simple joke or even just by greeting you with his big smile; he really is like a blooming flower. I also enjoy his company: his shy but ambitious curiosity is quite the charm and on rainy days like this one, where you crave warmth and some fun…Here he is.
—Careful…— He said, as he placed a cup of freshly brewed tea in front of me. He preferred an expresso but he still made me some tea every single time as he placed his own beverage in front of him. — It’s still hot.
—Thanks, Beom. — It was normal for me to use nicknames on him, but I could never get enough of his expression every time I used one of them: his rose-tinted cheeks and cheeky smile, like he had just won the biggest award. He looked straight out of romance book. — How is your expresso today?
—Oh…— He looked at the cup and then rested his chin on his hand, like it was nothing. A slight hint of red still adorning the nape of his neck that got exposed when he moved— I decided to give tea a shot today… I wanted to taste it for myself before making this one for you.
—It’s delicious! — I said while carefully taking a sip, my chest was feeling funny… like someone was tickling me and I didn’t hate the feeling at all. It was just new. — You did this for…me?
—Why else would I do it?
This time he took a sip of his own cup and smiled for a second, shaking his head and making his chocolate locks move freely to cover some space of his neck and the white button up he had as a uniform. I could feel the small spark of something growing inside of my chest, but for now, all I did was smile with sealed lips and hummed in agreement. Not noticing the adoring stare he gifted me as he analyzed my now, strawberry colored cheeks.
Tuesdays were slow but fun; it was also days were Beomgyu would ask me to teach him the meaning of each flower we had and even in his free time, I found him taking little notes of what he had just learned. Because customer frenzy was in no show today, we could close thirty minutes earlier and work on arrangement requests from customers; he didn’t have to, but Beomgyu participated with a lot of enthusiasm, it energized me too. His little questions or his pout when something didn’t feel right for him, made the experience so much fun. Shoulder to shoulder we worked on arrangements trough the night; sometimes our hands would grace each other, fingers ghosting each other skin and we would just let it happen, ignoring how strong our hands desired to hold each other.
When grabbing a rose, he almost prickled his finger so I backed away and rummaged trough my purse, looking for my band aids; when I made sure every single finger was out of danger, he had pastel colored rings in all of his hands and we both let out a chuckle at how strange yet cool it looked; modeling like they were rings, I was almost crying at his antics but this time, he grabbed my hand carefully and put one of the pink colored band aids that matched with his, on one of my fingers; saying I also needed to be out of danger; still holding my hand, he gifted me a big smile with crinkled eyes that only carried joy in them… but how could I explain to him that once I felt his touch, I never wanted to let him go?
On that Thursday I finally gave in. I let my heart take over as we played some old songs to lift up the mood because we were jam packed with orders; to relieve some stress it was Beomgyu’ s idea to dance to the beat as we wanted to; I didn’t expect to be engulfed in his arms as he sweetly sang to me in my ear and we swayed to the music up until the point it was no longer necessary, because it only mattered that we were closer than ever, so much that I could hear his breathy laugh out of his chest and feel his warmth touch on my own collarbones as he wrapped his arms around me like a blanket and the echoing music became just a tune out of our own bubble.
Friday came in.
When I came into the store, the lights were out and there was no sight of him anywhere; just when I was about to lock everything, I noticed the faint dim light of the storage room creeping out on one of the edges of the door. I reached for the handle with a different type of adrenaline rushing trough my veins; when the door creaked open, Beomgyu turned around so fast I could only catch a glimpse of his notes all over the place and the flower arrangement he was working on.
—Wait, wait, wait! — He said while trying to hide it even though I was already smiling from ear to ear, so this is what he had been working on for hours long. It was a beautiful rose arrangement with red tulips, white camellias and baby’s breath to complete it all. — It’s not finished yet! It needs some touches here…
I didn’t let him finish, I threw myself in his embrace; wrapping my arms around his neck; he was quickly to catch me and hold my waist with ease, surprised by my sudden reaction he just stood there with a shy grin. — You sure fit perfectly in my arms.
—There’s no place I’d rather be, Gyu. — I locked my gaze with his until I felt him starting to come closer and closer and when our lips sealed a pact that was foretold since the beginning, I let myself be consumed by his sweet and caring kiss; now, these lips would be called my own and his arms became my own home. As he softly pecked my lips for the last time tonight; I made I promise with destiny to never let go of someone like Choi Beomgyu, ever.
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Hello everyone!! (❁´◡`❁)
I'm back and with one of my favorite au's !! how i love a good flower shop fluffy au😭🤍
And this was one like made specially in mind for Beomgyu.. i had to ok he just fit perfectly in the story and also i really wanted to write again for him, it's pretty fun and i adore my boys so much
As always, feedback is really appreciated and I’ll love if you could reblog or comment if your really liked this one!
With love, *°࿐Stella🤍
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SKELETONS | ch. 24
daryl dixon x f!oc
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Summary: As the group starts to make a new home of the prison, someone sabotages their plans, leading to unfortunate losses. Warnings/Information: AMC's The Walking Dead OC Insert | 18+ Advised | strangers to lovers; the slowest of slow burns; gore; angst; horror; humour; m/f; canon character death; killing walkers; ethical discussions; murder
Chapter 24 - Where Else
“Okay, let’s get the other car in. We’ll park ‘em at the West entry of the yard.” Rick instructed as they drove the vehicles in from the road. Iris backed the truck up on the side of the gate, careful not to drive over any walker’s they’d left on the ground.
“Good. Our vehicles out there look like a giant ‘vacancy’ sign.” Daryl remarked.
“After that, we need to load up these corpses so we can burn ‘em.”
“Gonna be a long day.” T-Dog grumbled.
“Where’s Glenn and Maggie? We could use some help.” Carol stated. Iris walked over, rolling her neck. Those prison mattresses were terrible. She’d rather sleep on the ground.
“Up in the guard tower.” Daryl replied.
“Guard tower?” Rick asked, putting his hands on his hips. “They were just up there last night.”
“Glenn! Maggie!” Daryl yelled across the field. Iris could see their silhouettes as the two of them stood up, and Glenn shouldered the door to the balcony open, shirtless, still buttoning up his pants.
“Hey, what’s up, guys?” He called back. Iris whistled loudly, earning a hearty laugh from Rick and T-Dog.
“You coming?” Daryl asked impatiently.
“What?” Glenn asked. The rest of them burst out laughing, grinning to themselves. Carol had to cover her mouth as she smiled.
“You coming?” Daryl asked again, smirking. “C’mon, we could use a hand.”
“Yeah, we’ll be right down.” Glenn replied. Iris shook her head, turning around as they walked back to the gate.
“Hey, Rick.” T-Dog called, stopping them in their tracks. Smiles faded as they turned, seeing Axel and Oscar walking across the courtyard toward the field. Rick started storming toward them, Daryl and Iris following quickly.
“That’s close enough.” Rick hissed as they stopped about six feet away. “We had an agreement.”
“Please, mister. We know that.” Axel replied quietly. Glenn and Maggie came out from the guard tower behind them. “We made a deal. But you gotta understand… we can’t live in that place another minute, you follow me? All the bodies— people we knew. Blood, brains everywhere. There’s ghosts.”
“Why don’t you move the bodies out?” Daryl asked.
“You should be burning them.” T-Dog stated.
“We tried. We did.”
“The fence is down on the far side of the prison.” Oscar explained. “Every time we drag a body out, those things just line up. We’ve been just dropping a body and running back inside.”
“Look, we had nothing to do with Tomas and Andrew. Nothing. You trying to prove a point, you proved it, bro.” Axel assured. “We’ll do whatever it takes to be part of your group, just please, please… don’t make us live in that place.”
“Our deal is not negotiable.” Rick said sternly. Iris pursed her lips. “You either live in your cell block or you leave.”
“I told you this was a waste of time.” Oscar muttered. “They ain’t no different than the pricks who shot up our boys. You know how many friends corpses we had to drag out this week? Just threw ‘em out, like. These were good guys. Good guys who had our backs against the really bad dudes in the joint, like Tomas and Andrew. Now we’ve all made mistakes to get in here, chief. And I’m not gonna pretend to be a saint, but believe me. We’ve paid our due— enough that we would rather hit that road than go back into that shit-hole.”
Rick turned to get one glance from Daryl, who shook his head. They decided to lock Axel and Oscar up in between the front gates. Axel muttered small complaints, but they were safe at least. T-Dog argued for them to join in.
“Are you serious? You want them living in a cell next to you?” Rick asked. “They’ll just be waiting for a chance to grab our weapons. You wanna go back to sleeping with one eye open?”
“I never stopped.” T-Dog replied. “Bring them into the fold. If we send them off packing, we might as well execute them ourselves.”
“I don’t know. Axel seems a little unstable.” Glenn pointed out.
“More-so than the rest of us? He already said, he was in for drugs, which we don’t have, and Oscar broke in to some place. They’re not killers.” Iris argued.
“After all we’ve been through?” Carol asked. “We fought so hard for all of this, what if they decide to take it?”
“It’s two against eleven.” Iris replied. “And I still cuddle my knives like teddy bears.”
“It’s just been us for so long.” Maggie murmured. “They’re strangers, I don’t— It feels weird all of a sudden to have these other people around.”
“You brought us in.” T-Dog pointed out.
“Yeah, but you turned up with a shot boy in your arms. Didn’t give us a choice.” Maggie replied.
“They can’t even kill walkers.” Glenn replied.
“They did. Sort of.” Iris chuckled.
“They’re convicts, bottom line.” Carol frowned.
“Those two might actually have less blood on their hands than we do.” T-Dog countered.
“I get guys like this. Hell, I grew up with them.” Daryl said. “They’re degenerates, but they ain’t psychos. I could have been in there with them just as easy as I’m out here with you guys.”
“So you’re with me?” T-Dog asked.
“Hell, no. Let them take their chances out on the road, just like we did.”
“What I’m saying, Daryl—“
“When I was a rookie, I arrested this kid.” Rick started. Iris bit down on her tongue, looking out at the forest. “Nineteen years old, wanted for stabbing his girlfriend. The kid blubbered like a baby during the interrogation, during the trial— suckered the jury. He was acquitted due to insufficient evidence and then two weeks later, shot another girl. We’ve been through too much. Our deal with them stands.”
Rick and Daryl turned back to go speak with Axel and Oscar. T-Dog looked frustrated, but he was definitely outvoted. Plus, Rick had a point. They didn’t know them. Axel was a coward, but sometimes cowards did the most damage in situations like the ones they found themselves in all the time. Iris had often considered herself lucky she never wound up in prison as a youth. A few overnighters in a holding cell, but never anything crazy. But she knew people like the boy Rick described. And unfortunately, he was right. They’d lost so much already, the stakes were high.
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They spent the rest of the afternoon piling the bodies up all together. They were sweaty and tired, but it was done.
“Move the cars to the upper yard. Point ‘em facing out. They’ll be out of the way but ready to go if we ever need to bail.” Rick explained, tossing the gate keys to Glenn. “We’ll give the prisoners a week’s worth of supplies for the road.”
“They might not last a week.” T-Dog replied spitefully.
“It’s their choice.” Rick replied.
“Did they really have one?”
Iris left them to talk it out as she followed Daryl to the gates. Maggie got into the SUV while Daryl got onto his bike, ready to pull up to the courtyard.
“Twin cylinder, is that a Triumph?” Axel asked Daryl, observing the bike.
“Don’t even look at it.” Daryl grumbled.
“Didn’t want it bored out?” Axel asked. Daryl ignored him, starting the bike. “Sounds like it could use a tune up. I’m pretty handy with a wrench. Heads are leaking. I know my bikes!” Iris chuckled as Daryl pulled away, leaving Axel to himself.
“Man, will you just stop? Have some balls.” Oscar scoffed.
“Just sayin’.” Axel muttered as Glenn closed the gate behind them.
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A few hours later, Iris passed Axel a box of supplies as Daryl, Rick and Glenn went through the fence to scope out the hole Oscar had mentioned.
“I’ll cut you loose as soon as they get back.” Iris said quietly, clicking the lock shut.
“Thank you, ma’am.” Axel replied. Iris cringed.
“Don’t call me ma’am, it makes me feel old.” She replied. Axel chuckled lightly. “Sit tight.” She sat down on the gravel in the dog run, watching the hole in the fence as the others climbed through, weaving the wire back through the links.
“So what’d you do before this?” Axel asked. Oscar muttered for him to keep his mouth shut.
“I was a mechanic. Mostly bikes, cars.” She replied quietly. “Hence the matching outfits.” Axel nodded. “You?”
“Gambling man.” He said, putting the box down. “Never had much in the way of a career. Though Oscar here was an electrical engineer.”
“Yeah, well…” Oscar grumbled.
“You think you could maybe put in a good word for us with your man? I know we—“
“We tried. If you can prove yourselves, maybe he’ll let you stay.” Iris murmured, frowning as she watched them walk the perimeter.
“How are we supposed to do that?” Oscar asked. Iris didn’t answer, instead turning back toward the prison. She smiled as she spotted Hershel taking a stroll with Beth, Lori and Carl in the courtyard.
“Alright, Hershel!” Glenn called. Iris’ smile fell when she spotted the walkers come out of the courtyard behind them.
“Walkers!” She yelled, scrambling to her feet. Rick, Glenn and Daryl were running to the hole in the fence. Iris scrambled to unlock the gate in the dog run, sprinting past Axel and Oscar toward the other gate.
“Walkers, look out!” Carl called. Lori, Carl, Maggie and T-Dog started shooting, but that didn’t stop the swarm from growing. Hershel hobbled out of the way on his crutches, but he was slow. Beth screeched in fear from beside them as they moved around away from them. Iris threw the gate open, sprinting across the field and unsheathing her knives. She didn’t bother opening the gate to the yard, climbing over the fence and hopping down. She pulled her gun and started firing, bore walkers coming as fast as they shot them down.
“That gate is open!” T-Dog yelled, gesturing to further inside the courtyard where they had locked off all the walkers before. Iris grimaced. Maggie herded Lori and Carl inside, Carol and Iris backing up T-Dog as he ran for the gate. He shoved a few out of the way, pulling it shut.
“T!” Iris yelled, running over, but it was too late, and the walker was too close. He screamed as it’s teeth sunk into his shoulder, ripping out flesh with reckless abandon. Iris put a bullet in it’s brain as Carol screamed.
“Here!” She called, shoving open a door on the other side of the catwalk. She pulled T-Dog inside and slammed the door behind them. Iris was somewhat surrounded and she grimaced, making a break for the chain link cage Beth and Hershel had locked themselves in. They watched as she climbed the fence, perching on top of it while the walkers pooled around them. She unloaded her clip but there were still more.
Daryl, Rick and Glenn finally made it to the courtyard, pulling the gate open and unloading their own guns into the walkers surrounding them. Glenn used his machete to cut through to the gate while Daryl unleashed his crossbow on the walker’s surrounding Iris, Beth and Hershel.
“What the hell happened?” Rick yelled.
“The gate was open!” Iris replied, jumping down from the roof of the doorway after they’d removed the walkers surrounding her. “Lori, Carl and Maggie went through to the cell block. T-Dog and Carol went through there, but T got bit!”
“Anyone else?”
“No.”
“Stay put!” Rick yelled to Beth and Hershel while they continued clearing the courtyard.
“You alright?” Daryl asked. Iris nodded. She was fine, albeit shaky and nervous.
“Those chains didn’t break on their own.” Glenn said after slicing the top of a walker’s head off. “Someone took an axe or cutters to ‘em.” Rick turned around, staring daggers through Axel and Oscar, who stood warily at the edge of the gate. “You think they did it?”
“Who else?” Rick growled. Iris nearly jumped out of her skin as a loud alarm blared out across the compound.
“What’s that?” Glenn asked, alarmed.
“Oh, you gotta be kidding me!” Daryl yelled, exasperated. The noise was drawing walkers in from everywhere, and they started to gather along the outer fences.
“Kill it!” Rick yelled. They pulled out their guns, aiming for the loudspeakers. He wheeled around, pointing his gun in Oscar’s face. “How the hell can this be happening?”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa, it has to be the backup generators.” He insisted, putting his hands up.
“How do you turn those on?”
“There’s three that’s connected to a diesel tank, okay?” Oscar explained frantically. “Each one controls a certain part of the prison. The hacks shut them all off when the prison was overrun.”
“Can someone open the main gates electronically, with full power?” Rick asked.
“I only worked in there a few days. I guess it might be possible.” Oscar shrugged.
“Okay, come with us!” Rick yelled, grabbing him by the shirt and hauling him along. They burst through into the cell block, but there was no one there. A few walkers, but that was it. “Lori! Carl!”
“Maggie must have taken them further in.” Iris said, out of breath as she kicked her mattress that had been knocked askew.
“We just took down five of them in there.” Daryl called, running in from the other room.
“Four in here, but no sign of anyone.” Iris replied.
“They must have been pushed back into the prison.” Glenn breathed.
“Somebody is playing games!” Rick yelled in frustration. “We’ll split up and look for the others. Whoever gets to the generator first, shut them down!” They split up, Iris following Daryl, Rick and Oscar as they jogged through the corridors.
Oscar led them to the generators and they burst through the door, narrowly escaping a few hungry, snapping jaws.
“Daryl, get the door!” Rick yelled. Daryl and Oscar threw themselves against the door, holding it shut as the walkers pointed against it. Rick ran for the generator. “How do you shut these down?!”
“Go, I got it.” Iris traded places with Oscar, and though he was much larger than her, some help was better than none. She and Daryl pressed themselves against the door, boots skidding against the ground. Iris heard her heard pounding in her ears before the scream. Andrew yelled as he popped out from the corner, slamming his baseball bat into the electrical panel, aiming for Rick. They wrestled, Rick attempting to disarm him as they slammed into various panels. Daryl let out a cry of effort as they strained against the door. Iris slid to the ground, scrambling up against it with a grunt.
“We gotta let go.” He grunted. Iris nodded and they moved in tandem away from the door, grabbing their weapons. They killed the first few that were slamming against the door before Daryl shoved it closed once again. Oscar tossed one of the metal panels at Andrew, shoving him off of Rick before picking up Rick’s gun.
“Shoot him! We can take back this prison!” Andrew pleaded as they both stood on shaky legs. Rick held out his hand. Oscar panted. “What are you waiting for? It’s our house! Shoot him!” Oscar pulled the trigger, and Andrew’s body hit the ground. He handed the gun back to Rick and Iris keeled over, hands on her thighs as she panted. Rick shut the generator down, the alarms stopping, finally.
They made their way down the hallways, searching for the others. There was a scuffle somewhere down, but when they rounded the corner, they found Glenn and Axel. They all moved together down the hallways, finding two walkers standing over a body. Rick shot them both, but Iris held a hand to her mouth in shock.
“T…” She whispered. He was flayed open, barely a corpse as his innards littered the ground. They all paused for a moment and Daryl belt down to lift Carol’s scarf from the floor. She was nowhere to be seen, but they had no idea. They followed the halls all the way through to the door T-Dog and Carol had escaped through, Hershel and Beth waiting on the stairs.
“Hershel!” Glenn called.
“You didn’t find them?” He asked.
“We thought maybe they came back out here.” They both shook their heads.
“What about T? Carol?”
“They didn’t make it.” Daryl replied.
“That doesn’t mean the others didn’t. We’re going back.” Rick said lowly. “Daryl and Glenn, you come with—“ Rick stopped as the sound of an infant crying carried over the courtyard. They all turned to see Maggie stumble down the stairs, a small bundle of Carl’s coat in her blood-soaked arms. Carl followed blankly, his face dark and his eyes empty. His own hands were covered in blood and Iris held in a gasp.
Rick dropped his axe as he faced Maggie, shaking his head. She was crying, clutching the baby close. Rick shook his head again, his lip quivering. He blinked, staggering back and forth as he walked closer.
“Where— where is she? Where is she?” He asked. When Maggie didn’t answer, he made for the door.
“No, Rick no!” She cried, pulling him back. Rick sobbed, clutching his hands to his face as he stared up at the prison. Carl stood next to him, motionless.
“Oh, no. No!” Rick cried. Glenn walker over, pulling Maggie to his chest as she cried, resting her head on his shoulder. Iris sheathed her knives, running a hand through her hair as tears lined her eyes.
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so with the traitors being with WL how are the mantis lords and their tribes doing and did the knight fight the mantis lords
They did fight them, yes, it's actually part of the reason why FPK isn't treated with outright hostility by the Mantis Lords - their respect for Ghost extends to their father, though naturally not all the way, but enough not to kill him on sight. How did they know they were related? Perhaps they could sense his aura somehow, and it's possible that he brought Ghost's name up, wondering if the vessel ever made it to the village. But that's besides the point.
The Mantis Tribe didn't get hit by the infection as badly as other places, in fact most of them survived without getting infected. Their fighting spirit and commitment to their customs made them a hard target to get a hold of for The Radiance, so she left the Mantis Village alone. That's not to say they didn't suffer any losses, the infected wildlife was dangerous and there were some individuals who unfortunately fell victim to The Radiance's influence, particularly those away from the village. But generally the tribe remained strong.
I think it would be interesting if they were a bit more involved in Hallownest's life post infection. Many new trading routes were created post-infection to help it get back on its feet, and while the Mantis Tribe only cares about their own, I'm sure they would find trading resources beneficial to them. They sell weapons and tools carved from bone (such as the mantis claw) in exchange for food and other resources. But that's as far as it would go.
The Mantis Lords still rule over the village, their age hasn't caught up to them (these Mantis Lords weren't the ones who negotiated a truce with Vyrm back in the day, but they did become leaders near the end of his rule, so they're familiar with him). They haven't changed their ways and customs aside from the trading thing I mentioned. Their tribe lived like this for hundreds of years, so there's no reason for them to do that.
They're still vary of intruders, though they do allow FPK to pass through the village. I mentioned it a while back, but it's both because of their respect for his offspring, as well as his honorable qualities - soon after waking up from hibernation, he approached the lords to sincerely explain the situation and release them from their part of the agreement, as he had no right to demand anything from them anymore as he was no longer the king. This meant they now had every right to kill him for intruding, but the Mantis Lord appreciated his honesty and saw his move as honorable, so they spared him, though you could cut the tension in the air with a knife. They allowed him to pass through the village provided he caused no problems, but if they ever saw him as a threat, they would kill him with no hesitation. Either way, he decided it would be for the best if he didn't bother them, so he very rarely showed his face in the village after that.
So in short, the Mantis Tribe is doing just fine, and they keep to their old ways, paying little to no attention to how the other settlements are doing unless they perceive them as a threat. They occasionally involve themselves in trade as the main trade route extends to the Fungal Wastes, but that's about it.
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MEGA AU: The lore of Genesis Virtud
In this AU, the events of all dangers of Freddy Fazbear locations all takes place in a shorter time. William isn't stuck as Springtrap for 30 years, more like 15 or something, some characters are younger and all that stuff. All events aside from that go the same except for one key aspect: the addition of Gen in the timeline and the possible agreement of being two nightguards instead of just one.
At the time, Genesis is a young college student who left her not so great parents and went to study, although not full on sure on WHAT to study for. She decided to go into mechanics cause she was interested in it at the moment. Anyway, college and apartment bills ain't cheap and she gotta get a job. She finds out that a pizzeria is looking for nightguards and she immediately jumps into the chance to work. She just so happens to be working with one of her buddies, Michael Schmidt, who she isn't particularly close to but they are somewhat friendly with each other. The two work together at the place at night, Michael managing the cameras and Gen, well, she wonders the pizzeria even when knowing it could be dangerous. She had been told countless times but she don't really care about it. So she wonders around often and she begins to realize something is off about the animatronics. Shadows (or what look like shadows) that don't have their real shape are always seen by her, often looking at her dead in the eye.
Genesis has had a gift ever since she was born: she was able to see ghosts and communicate with them. This made people and even her own parents find her creepy whenever she talked to people they couldn't see. So, you can imagine who she saw with the animatronics. Yes, the missing children.
She wasn't surprised when she saw them move, I mean, ghosts can do bizarre things even when dead. Although this was one of the most bizarre. She doesn't know when, she doesn't know why, but the animatronics seemed... friendly towards her. Maybe it was the fact she could see their agonizing souls, maybe it was because she was nice, whatever it was, they were fine with her walking around the place. With Michael, however, that was a different story, obviously, so Gen kind of became a peacekeeper between her fellow nightguard and the animatronics.
Even with their rage, the animatronics were still kids. They were needy, clingy, and Genesis just radiated that big sisterly energy that just made them reach out to her. And Genesis was what you would call a bleeding heart so she let them reach out to her. It may have been dangerous, yes, but these were kids. Children whose lives were taken at an early stage, children who were angry and upset is an understatement. They were furious.
So she took care of them. Hugged them, pet them, held their metallic hands, just gave them the affection they needed and craved so much. She couldn't save them now, she was years too late, but maybe she could relieve their souls a little. She got close to them, she cared for them after they were tossed away so long ago.
Some sweet moments were her talking to the animatronics, playing with them, teaching them some things she either learned in college or some random facts that she thinks they might find interesting. She found a TV and some VHS tapes that were Scooby Doo episodes and put them on for them and they loved them! All sitting down on the floor enjoying the show, Foxy having his head laying on Gen's lap as she pets his head. Adorable indeed.
She knew a 5th child was around, she saw them sometimes. They were more skeptical, untrusting. She didn't blame them so she was patient, calm and kind. Slowly, she began learning their names...
Gabriel, Jeremy, Suzie, Fritz, Cassidy...
Did she hear Evan...?
It was all nice and sweet until Gen and Michael got fired for tampering with the animatronics. Gen knew it was wrong but she got curious and wanted to help the kids. Unfortunately, that would no longer be possible. She does seem to catch some glimpses of certain children in her apartment complex though...
This happened when the new Freddy Fazbear location opened. Gen and Michael applied to find out what happened and the animatronics were aggressive just as before. And the cycle repeats, Gen befriends the animatronics, cares for them and loves them, even the withered ones. She makes sure they are okay (well, as okay as they can be when damaged) and showing she will always be with them even if she isn't there physically with them. She wants them to know she will never forget them. She befriends the Puppet, she knows they know more than they let on and she wants to help understand.
She learned their name
Charlie...
And the cycle repeats.
Fired once again, some years passed and Gen decided to study bioengineering and work with machines. A reminder of her time at the Fazbear Locations. Fazbear Fright opens up and she reunites with Michael and they both start working there again. The cycle repeats? Well, yes but no.
Genesis is able to reach out to the Phantoms but barely. Then the damn rabbit appears. Instead of an agonizing child soul, she is met with a murderous bastard who wishes to bring pain and suffering to those around him. And that is when she learns of Mr. Afton, Mike's father. Before the place is burnt to the ground though, Gen kicked that rotten rabbit's ass. So worth it!
In Sister Location, it was meant to be one person. Just one but Gen tagged along. She laughed when Michael was called Eggs Benedict. She was kind of worried when the animatronics were shocked. She was able to reach out to them, befriended them. Ballora and Funtime Foxy were her favorite. Ballora was rather kind when not trying to attack and Funtim Foxy was fun to be around. Michael was fine, they weren't going after him. Gen was the peacekeeper. She met Circus Baby and was quick to learn the soul's name.
Elizabeth...
Then the scooper incident happened. Gen witnessed Michael's organs be ripped out and replaced with a mess of wires and metal. She was horrified but she didn't run. She stayed with Michael despite the horror she had seen. She didn't leave his side, not even when he became a literal zombie. The stench was unbearable but she didn't care. She wanted to free the souls, let them find peace. She still caught glimpses of them.
Then the Pizzeria Simulator events happened. The cycle repeats.
And then it ends once the place burns down. She saw it on the news. 'Michael's doing' she thought 'Could have told me we were doing arson again.'
She did not expect the message from hours ago. She did not expect to drop her phone and then sink into her knees with a blank look on her face as tears fell to the ground.
'Gen. It's me, Michael. I finally did it. I'm setting the souls free, and sending William to Hell where he belongs… Now, I can finally be at rest. I'm afraid this is the last time we'll ever speak, but please don't cry for me. This is exactly what I want. I can reunite with my brother and sister. No one has to suffer anymore because of my family's tragedy. I'm grateful for everything you've done for me, but now you can live your own life. This is goodbye, my dear friend…'
Life was hard. Odd. Normal. She didn't catch a glimpse of those souls anymore. She couldn't see Michael's soul. Not even once. It made her upset. She was miserable for months but she eventually recovered.
She finished her studies, got a degree in bioengineering and an MD. A smart, wild yet compassionate woman she became. She adopted a child, a boy who was as mischiveous as she was when younger.
She builts animatronics in honor of her lost friends, bringing joy and happiness just as they brought her the same joy, although without all the souls and the arson. Everything is fine. Everyone is fine.
And then the cycle repeats.
#fnaf au#fnaf#five nights at freddy's#freddy fazbear#fnaf chica#fnaf bonnie#fnaf foxy#fnaf golden freddy#psychic medium#Genesis Virtud#fnaf freddy#fnaf fandom#original character#oc
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Dead by Daylight AU | ( The Legacy Killer )
After defeating the Kirsch family in the latest kill spree and stashing her father’s old mask for safe keeping, Sam had thought she had finally gotten a break from Ghostface. A break from the legacy baring down on her shoulders that would eventually find her again. Life got back to semi normal for her. She and Tara moved into an apartment with Chad and Mindy. Her classes were going well. She found a therapist that actually took her seriously. The literally ghosts that haunted were still a thing, her mediumship will never go away. She has learnt to deal with it. The harassment died down with a lot of help from Gale and Kirby. Sam was finally finding a sense of normalcy in her life.
Sam was wrong. While out on a walk one night in New York, she was surrounded by a mysterious….fog. It came out of nowhere and no matter how far she ran, she could not escape it. It engulfs her and consumes her, knocking her out. The Entity saw great potential in this girl regarding the darkness she buries deep down and well, it had plans for her.
When she awakens again, she notices something is immediately off. She is dressed in her father’s shroud costume and his mask again. His bloody knife lays inches away for her to grab onto. The voice changer is right beside it. She pushes the mask up off of her face, frantically looking around. She’s back in the Ghostface shrine carefully crafted by Wayne Kirsch, everything back in its place. The Entity has a cruel sense of humor and instead of making her one of the survivors, it has made her one of its killers. The ironic thing is, the spirit of Billy was pulled into her realm with her and he inhabits it as well. She doesn’t want to do it, but, after being tortured for a brief time, she gave in. She is enhanced which she learns as she is forced to participate in trials endlessly killing the victims the Entity sends her way. Sam runs around in Billy’s shroud given that the Entity “killed” her for not wearing it once when killing one of her victims. She only wears it when she is doing her trials.
Since Billy's spirit was pulled in with her, the Entity has decided to let him join her in her trials. He has been "resurrected" like the other dead slashers and he is now fully corporeal. Though, he still looks the same as he did when he died. He can still act like a ghost and has been given enhancements and perks to give him powers like one. Unlike Sam, he is allowed to kill without a Ghostface costume. Which makes sense since she is being forced to run around in his old one. He has picked out Stu's knife to use to kill the survivors with. He eventually decides to don Stu's costume to kill survivors in because it felt weird for him to kill with Sam without one on. He and Sam act as a "team" and they enact the trials together. Billy cannot fully take over as the sole killer despite the fact Sam doesn't want to be doing this. Both of them will be punished if he fully takes over. Sam will receive the more brutal punishment of the two. The two of them have an agreement and they work together to avoid the Entity's wrath.
She knows one thing, though, she’s going to make it out of this hellscape alive. Sam typically stays in her realm and she has yet to really explore the other realms out there. Billy has explored outside of their realm and has met some of the other killers.
#& head canons ( sam carpenter )#& head canons ( all )#verses#will be adding to her verses later#do not reblog this btw this is not for anyone but me to reblog#thanks#saved
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Comfyvember 24
Story: The Four (original) Prompts: Apology — Palm kiss — Campfire
They were just setting up camp—moving slowly, Larrace morosely lighting a fire while Farawin quietly got out the food—when a rustle in the bushes made Timor's heart clench with fear. He slowly uncurled himself from where he'd been hunched over, hugging his knees to his chest and trying not to cry. But now fear jangled through every nerve, and he got his feet under himself, ready to run at a moment's notice.
Larrace and Farawin exchanged a tense glance, nodding in wordless agreement. Larrace's hand went to the hilt of his sword, his free hand curling around a stick in the campfire—not much of a weapon, but perhaps he could fling an ember into their assailant's eyes. Farawin, meanwhile, continued to bend over his pack as if he hadn't noticed anything amiss. But Timor could see his hand reaching for the far side of his pack, resting on the haft of his spear.
The bushes rustled again, and then a tall figure stepped out of the shadow of the trees.
Sword sliding from its sheath, spear flipping up into the air, a sudden rush—
“Fire and brimstone!”
Everyone froze.
“What on earth are you doing?” an indignant voice said from the shadows. “Trying to stick me like a wild boar?”
Slowly, Timor rose to his feet, looking closer at that dark silhouette standing taller even than Farawin. “T-T-Taria?”
The slender, lizard-like woman covered in red scales stepped into the dim light of the campfire, all of the translucent spikes on her head standing up, making her look like she wore a lion's mane. “Of course it's me!” she snapped, tail lashing back and forth as she put her hands on her hips. “You all look like you've seen a ghost!”
“I feel like we have,” Larrace said numbly, dropping his stick back into the fire as he lowered his sword.
Farawin still held his spear at the ready, eyeing Taria warily. “This...is not some trickery? You are not dead?”
Taria snorted, looking from one of them to the other. “Do I look like I'm dead? What's gotten into all of you? I thought you'd be happy to see me!”
The spear point lowered slightly. “When last we saw you, you were beset on all sides. And our enemy wields grave magic....”
Taria rolled her big, shiny black eyes as she ran a hand over her head spikes, forcibly flattening them down again. “Ugh, fine. Let's see...Larrace mumbles in his sleep, Timor is always the first one to find drinking water, and you, my fine Myrian prince, complained about the dirt messing up your precious golden embroidered sleeves the first night on our journey. I put some more mud on your sleeves so you couldn't see any more gold and you'd stop thinking about it. There! Convinced it's me yet?”
Finally, Farawin dropped the spear, looking like he couldn't decide between relief to have their friend back and irritation at the old memory.
But Timor knew exactly how he felt. He rushed past the others and threw his arms around Taria's waist, squeezing as tightly as he could and breathing in her familiar scent—once strange and foreign, now familiar and comforting.
Timor didn't realize he'd started crying again until Taria gently pulled his arms away and sank to one knee. “Hey, hey, it's all right,” she said nervously, brushing her hands across his cheeks. “I'm just fine, see? I fought them all off, and now we're back together again! I'll tell you the whole story!”
Timor grabbed her hand, which used to frighten him with her long claws and rough scales, and impulsively kissed her palm. Then he pressed it firmly against his cheek, just like he often did with Larrace, and closed his eyes. She was here. She was still here. He hadn't lost her after all.
“Sorry, Timor,” Taria murmured, pulling him in for another hug. “Didn't mean to scare you like that.”
“D-Don't...don't ever d-d-die again!” Timor sniffled, clinging to her tightly.
Taria chuckled, the sound right next to his ear doing more to reassure him than anything else. “Not me. Tritons live longer than humans, you know. So I'm not dying till you're an old, old man. Promise.”
#comfy-vember 2024#apology#palm kiss#campfire#the four#timor#larrace#farawin#taria#for the last scene i'm doing for them for comfyvember i wanted at least a little taste of what all four of them are like together
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Unicorn Academy - Honorary Siblings
Chapter 1
September 28, 2023 (When the story takes place.)
Sophia lead the gang along a trail, with Valentina and Isabel attempting to take the lead. Making their way to a grove with a pool of water in the middle, the kids let their unicorns rehydrate as Ava and Layla unpacked their picnic. But even on what was supposed to be a relaxing lunch, one of the unicorns was on edge. Leaf, Ava's unicorn, kept swerving her head around, as if waiting for something to appear.
Ava - "Aw, what's wrong, Leaf? You got a case of the jumpies!"
Sophia - "You alright, Leaf? You look like Rory when we tricked him into thinking there was a ghost in the barn."
Rory - "I didn't think there was a ghost! I told you, ghosts aren't real! Besides, I only reacted that way to make sure I could protect you girls from the possible danger!"
Isabel - "Right..."
Sophia - "Anyway, maybe she'll feel better once she gets something to—"
The sounds of branches breaking caused the group to go silent. Leaf got riled up and stood at the front of group, and not even Ava was able to calm her down. Whatever it was, Leaf knew that it was dangerous, and they had to get out of there. Before the unicorn riders could guess what the mysterious creature was that's stalking their picnic, the creature shows itself to be a unicorn. A light yellow pelt, similar to Leaf's but a little more golden, with a golden horn at the top of his forehead. His mane was dark purple, also like Leaf's, but with coral and magenta stripes, and piercing green eyes. His most noticeable feature though was the two feathers that were kept behind his left ear.
Sophia - "Woah! Isn't he a beauty!"
Ava - "Aww! He kind of looks like Leaf!"
Isabel - "And look at the muscles on him! That's one strong unicorn!"
Sophia - "Hey there, big guy. It's okay."
Sophia attempted to approach the unicorn, only for him to rear up in anger, causing her, along with the rest of the gang, to jump back in surprise. Leaf jumped in front of Sophia, neighing desperately at the angry unicorn, as if pleading with him to let them go. Quickly mounting their unicorns, the riders decided it was best to make a run for it. And they were right, because as they checked behind them, they realized the unicorn was chasing them throughout the woods.
Rory - "Guys. Run. Now."
Sophia - "Everyone, get back on your unicorns!"
Isabel - "Don't have to tell me twice!"
Valentina - "And I thought Cinder was fierce!"
Sophia - "Run!"
Despite their efforts, the gang wasn't able to throw off the aggressive unicorn, and they were getting tired. Leaf, who seemed to know a shortcut, cut in front of Wildstar and lead the riders and unicorns down a path that, for some reason, the mysterious unicorn wouldn't cross. Giving one final huff at the riders, the unicorn ran off, leaving everyone confused and scared.
Layla - "I'm sorry, but what was that?!"
Ava - "Poor Leaf, are you alright, girl?"
Rory - "That unicorn did not like us!"
Valentina - "Oh, really?! You think?!"
Sophia - "Not the time to be sarcastic, you guys!"
Isabel - "Let's just get back to the stables and away from that guy!"
Ava - "I don't think this is something we should move on from. Leaf knew that unicorn! I know she did, it's like she was trying to communicate with him!"
Sophia - "Ava's right. But right now, the unicorns need a good rest and grooming. We'll talk about it in the dormitory, but for now, let's get these guys back to the stables."
Layla - "Good idea."
Despite the agreement they had made about discussing the unicorn, the riders found themselves all thinking about how he was so aggressive and violent. Cinder wasn't necessarily the nicest unicorn at the academy, but he never went out of his way to intimidate someone. But this new unicorn was so territorial over the grove, and Ava could tell by the way Leaf was acting, that this wasn't just a rouge unicorn that they'd forget about tomorrow. Ms. Primrose and Ms. Furi walk into the stables, causing the six students to loose their focus on the previous events.
Ms. Primrose - "Good afternoon, students! I have some important tasks for you today! I need you guys to make sure that Unicorn Academy is spotless for tomorrow!"
Sophia - "What's going on tomorrow, Ms. Primrose?"
Ms. Furi - "We'll be having a new student joining us, and she'll be arriving by dawn tomorrow. This potential student is of high background and bloodlines, so we need to give our best impression."
Isabel - "I'm confused. I thought the freshman class was already full."
Valentina - "And why is this new student so important that we have to put off riding to clean the academy?"
Ms. Primrose - "Well, we were thinking of keeping it a surprise until tomorrow, but it'll probably be best to tell you now. We ask that tomorrow, you greet this student with the same respect that you give to your fellow classmates, but until we have her approval, we all need to address her by her proper title."
Rory - "Title? What is she, a princess? Haha!"
Ms. Primrose - "Actually, she is. Our new student joining us tomorrow is none other than Princess Talulah Fairchild, of the Eqeoneian Kingdom! Isn't that exciting?!"
Students - "...WHAT?!"
Valentina - "Hold on! You're telling me an actual princess will be coming to Unicorn Academy?! This is huge!"
Ava - "Ooh! I've never met royalty before!"
Layla - "But isn't Eqeoneian closed off from the rest of the world? I learned about the kingdom in my old history class, and my teacher said the royal family doesn't trust anyone outside of the island."
Ms. Primrose - "That's true, but we trust that we'll have the king and queen's permission for their daughter to attend our school, as long as they're notified in advance."
Ms. Furi - "Besides, I can't see the princess making it off the island without the entire kingdom knowing of her departure."
Isabel - "I heard the princess loves riding! She'll probably run circles around you, Valentina!"
Valentina - "Hmph! Well, if I were to expect any real competition, it would have to be from someone so regal as Princess Talulah!"
Sophia - "Don't worry, Ms. Primrose! We'll make she feels right at home here!"
Ms. Primrose - "Thank you, Sophia. I trust this will be a historical moment for Unicorn Academy!"
Ms. Furi - "You'll all be assigned different tasks throughout the day, and you'll receive your first ones after lunch. Make sure to keep your energy today. We have a lot to do before the princess gets here."
Ms. Furi - "Sophia and Valentina will be in charge of the welcoming committee."
Valentina - "Yes! Thank you, Auntie! You won't regret this!"
Sophia - "You can count on us, Ms. Primrose!"
Ms. Furi - "Isabel and Layla will be in charge of organizing and dividing the work between students, as well as preparing the unicorns."
Layla - "Organization is my specialty! Don't worry, Ms. Furi, everything is going to be organized perfectly! Ooh, I can't wait to get started!"
Valentina - "Make sure that the unicorns are spotless, you two! They need to look their best for the princess. We all do."
Isabel - "I see you looking at me!"
Ms. Primrose - "Anyways, Ava and Rory will be in charge of decorating the front of Unicorn Academy to make it as warm and welcoming as possible. Princess Talulah probably has high standards for what's given to her, so we have only one chance to impress her."
Ava - "Yippee! You can count on us, Ms. Primrose! We'll have the place looking friendly in no time!"
Rory - "Yeah, what she said!"
The teachers left the students to finish grooming their unicorns, who made their way to the main hall to gather and discuss their assignments. Everyone was excited to hear an actually princess was attending Unicorn Academy, but it left some of them on edge about making a good impression. One student wasn't that concerned though, ready to give his input to the group.
Rory - "I wouldn't sweat it. I mean, who wouldn't like it here?"
Valentina - "Maybe so, but we still need to give it our best."
Sophia - "As much as I hate to admit it, Valentina's right. The princess isn't gonna be a normal student here. She's probably used to higher standards."
Ava - "Aw, but that doesn't mean she'll be rude! Maybe she's really nice!"
Layla - "Not much is known about the kingdom of Eqeoneian, only that the royal family has cut off all contact with the outside world. All that's known is there are three princes, and one princess. There isn't really any credible source to interpret their personalities."
Isabel - "Come on, she can't be that bad if she rides horses! Unless she's anything like Valentina."
Valentina - "I heard that!"
Rory - "I wonder if she likes pranking people. I need a scheming buddy!"
Valentina - "I don't know whose sake I should pray for if that's true, mine or yours!"
Isabel - "Whatever! Come on, I'm starving!"
Rory - "You said it! Let's go!"
The six students bid a temporary farewell to their unicorns as they went off to the cafeteria. Having made their way to lunch, Sophia and Ava pushed the food around their plates, still thinking about the mysterious unicorn. Rory, noticing their distress, flung grapes in their direction to grab their attention, which proved to be successful. Sophia was annoyed by his antics, but at least Ava found them amusing.
Rory - "Hey, think fast!"
Sophia - "Ow! Rory! What was that for?!"
Ava - "Mmm! Grapes!"
Rory - "Sorry, but you guys have been sitting there for the past five minutes without so much as a single peep! What's wrong?"
Ava - "Oh, sorry about that, Rory. I guess Sophia and I are just..."
Sophia - "We're worried about the strange unicorn we saw. What if he comes back?"
Valentina - "Sophia, I don't know if you remember this, but we have bigger things to worry about right now! A real princess is coming to Unicorn Academy! We need to be getting ready for her arrival!"
Isabel - "Yeah, but that unicorn was strange, Dude."
Layla - "I've read that some unicorns are more closed off than others, but none have ever tried to attack us! What if he comes to the academy?"
Sophia - "Something tells me that unicorn isn't coming within fifty miles of Unicorn Academy as long as he's alive."
Ms. Furi - "What's this about a strange unicorn?"
Students - "Aah!"
Ms. Furi had suddenly teleported with her unicorn to the students' lunch table, and her usual stern face was mixed with caution. Ms. Primrose came over as well, though her expression was much more relaxed than the former. Explaining the situation they had when going out with their unicorns, the students watched as the teachers went from curious to horrified in just a matter of seconds.
Ms. Furi - "...What do you mean a unicorn tried to attack you?!"
Rory - "Uh, exactly what we said? He just came out of nowhere and chased us out of the woods!"
Ms. Primorse - "This unicorn...did he have two feathers behind his left ear?"
Ava - "Yeah! And he looked a lot like Leaf! It's like she knew him."
Ms. Furi - "None of you are to go near that unicorn ever again!"
Isabel - "What?!"
Valentina - "Auntie, what's wrong?"
Ms. Primrose - "That unicorn is wild and strayed himself away from the rest of the herds. He's a wild and violent animal, with no desire for a rider or any type of companionship. Since his birth, he's been stubborn."
Ms. Furi - "And as for his similarities to Leaf, that's because he's her twin brother."
Ava - "What?!"
Layla - "You're telling us that the sweetest unicorn on this island is...that unicorn's sister?! His twin, no less?!"
Sophia - "That explains why Leaf got so anxious when he appeared."
Isabel - "I think she knew he'd attack us."
Ms. Primrose - "Regardless of his relation to Leaf, that unicorn is dangerous. If you come into contact with him again, you are to report back to the school immediately! He won't tread onto the campus grounds."
Rory - "Sheesh, with the way he ran after us, you'd think he woke up on the wrong side of the grass this morning!"
As the lunch bell ran, the teachers gave out the instructions to the students, and sent them off to work. Isabel and Layla managed to organize and clean the unicorns without any problems. Sophia and Valentina, while they had a few...disagreements, they finished the meeting and set up of the welcoming committee with only a few bumps along the way. The next day, Ava and Rory stood at the front of the academy, Rory polishing the statues while Ava and Leaf used plant magic to decorate the walls. Looking over to his left, he saw Ava running her hand through Leaf's mane, who decorated the base of a statue with flowers while looking around anxiously.
Rory - "You alright, you two?"
Ava - "Huh? Oh, yeah! Sorry Rory, I think Leaf's just a little shaken up about what happened."
Rory - "Don't worry, Leaf! That unicorn is far away from here! He's probably like me and doesn't like studying! Haha!"
Ava - "Haha! Yeah, try not to worry, Leaf! You heard him, that mean old unicorn can't get you!"
Ms. Primrose - "Hello, Ava and Rory! The entrance looks amazing, I'm sure the princess will love it! In fact, Princess Talulah will be arriving in just a few moments!"
Ava - "Ooh! You hear that, Leaf! The princess is almost here!"
Rory - "Then what are we waiting for? Come on!"
Rory didn't know anything about this princess, but he was excited to see if she was good at riding. And little did he know, he would grow closer to this new student than he ever thought he would.
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A Bloom In Time Ch7 Discovery P1
The darkness of the cold building seemed to be finally getting to the fused together ghosts and the reality of being able to feel human things again began to settle in as the two suddenly realized how cold they were and began soon after shivering and rubbing their sides up and down with their still pretty jello feeling arms. It was a bit easier to move now but still not easy. I mean it's been over a thousand years after all, how were they supposed to get human movements down bout twenty to forty minutes after becoming alive again. Speaking of everyone being alive at the moment- With Thor and his pal's help, the two were able to dragged the very unconscious Vanessa into the bathroom and with the old but heavy duty lock Hattie had from a previously locked door, they were able to lock her in good, but JUST to be on the safe side(insistence from Moonjumper over and over. The guy was PETRIFIED of her which was well understandable) the giant pale red armchair from down the hall was moved and placed against the locked door as well to help keep it closed. It took Thor, Mr Timothy, and a mafia man to move the heavy wooden thing so there was little chance Vanessa in her current form would be able to get out easily. Not soon long after that the once-frozen-Subconite followed his bosses orders and with the giant group of men behind him, while still holding the none struggling Rough Patch, began leading the group away from them towards the second floor stairs. Snatcher re-yelling the rules behind them.
"Remember to follow his EVERY instruction! Stay OUT of the swamp because if you all die on the way there I CANT save you, and when you get to my home stay OUT of my things until I get there!! And you be careful with Rough Patch! Not a single leaf on his head hurt!! The long way isn't easy! And I DO NOT EVER want to see any of you in my forest again or else I'll let you freeze again!!" "OH!! Give our throat a rest already will you now?"
The still grumpy child sat on the floor away from the two who was still weakly rubbing their sides and examining each piece of glass carefully before putting it back down or attaching it back onto the shard. She decided to start with the biggest piece and carefully put the thing magically back together somehow, but paused and looked up at the retreating group...then up at them with a confused look. "There's a long way around to get here?"
"Well of course!", Snatcher's voice said annoyed, "You think everyone could've made that jump over the cold, slippery bridge like you did without falling to their doom? Some of those bumbling fools must've found the way around. How else did ya think my minions could get over here to remind you of the agreement you signed about not using hats? Float across?"
....She shrugged. "I dunno. You float all the time and they're dead like you."
"Ouch, Kid! That hurts!" "Uh! Beg pardon," Moonjumper politely asked before pointing to the still broken time piece, "But how long pretell do you think that'll take to fix, Dear?"
"It usually takes three hours if I hurry."
"THREE HOURS?! OH! YOU GOTTA BE PECKING ME?!" "SNATCHER SHUSH!!" Moonjumper turned their head to the baracated bathroom door where silence still rang through. "The VERY last thing we need you doing is waking her up! Won't that be fun you loud mouthed owl! And PLEASE stop using the P word in front of the child!" Snatcher grumbled but didn't say anything else as they continued to rub at their sides.
But Hattie noticed and pointed it out as she stuck a finger in their direction. "Why are you rubbing your sides like that?" She blinked. "Are you guys cold? I thought ghosts couldn't get cold?"
"Well, Sweetie. You're not wrong, but if you haven't noticed, your bumbling jack-o-lanturn friend and I aren't ghosts at the moment. So we can very much feel the cold right now. And quite frankly, I do not like it at all." They shivered. "T-T-Too many memories."
Hattie wordlessly didn't argue with that at all. She didn't like being cold and remembering Vanessa chase her throughout the house, but suddenly an idea came to her. One that made her put the slightly bigger down now and stand up, both ghosts looking at her confused as she tugged on their arm and pointed at a door close to them. "There's a bed in there! You can cover up in the blankets while you wait."
"A-A-And be where Vanessa SLEEPS?! Good heavens NO!!" "I think for once I agree with Moonshine over here. That is the VERY last thing I want to do right now. I think I'd rather take my chances with the cold again."
Hattie gave them a flat 'I'm too young for this stuff' look. "Oh come on! You really wanna freeze to death?....Again."
"Is laying on the cold floor an option?"
"No!" She marched on over to them and grabbed onto their arm, tugged them forward and them falling over onto their hands and knees with a yelp from Snatcher. "I'm doing all the hard work now! The least you can do is stay warm and do ONE thing for me! PLEASE!!"
....Snatcher sighed. "Kid. Even if I did, I doubt either of us can walk over there in this state."
"Then crawl!"
"Crawl? Like a drunken idiot? HA! I'd look ridiculous!"
"PLEASE!!" She made those puppy dog eyes at them and Snatcher knew immediately that Moonjumper already melted at the cute sight and gave in thanks to their currently shared brain, but he grumbled under his breath as he plainly stared at her sad eyes. "Pretty please, Dad." AH! Pulling his weakness.
"OH!....ALRIGHT!! But not a SINGLE word about this to anyone! You hear me? Or it's triple grounding time for you!...That goes for you too moonboy! Not a word about this to anyone ever!"
There was no complaints about that from Moonjumper so very clumsily and slowly, the two slowly started pace to the door on jello arms and knees. Wobbling so badly with every movement Snatcher was sure they would fall flat on their faces. ....And they did. Hattie had to use her foot and move away the glass shards carefully as they attempted to wobble-crawl around the pile and towards the bedroom do- THUMP!! Their left arm wobbly gave out which left the two smacking their face to the ground making the poor girl jump and have to grab her hat before it fell off. Before bounding over to them as Snatcher cursed more 'peck' under his breath and very weakly and wobbly pushed them back up into crawling position. HE. PECKING. HATED. THIS!! So, so much already. Gritting his teeth and muttering versions of 'peck' over and over under his breath, the two somehow managed to fall, wobbly crawl, and get a headache all the way to the door with Hattie beside them in case they fell over again. She opened the door for them into the bedroom and they froze...Well, Moonjumper froze upon seeing their old shared bedroom where they and Vanessa once inhabited. Memories flashed through their shared mind of her again and Snatcher growled and shook their head.
"Moonboy. I am NOT in the mood for a trip down memory lane right now especially with HER! And I am certainly NOT gonna stay right here on the cold floor just to hit my head again!"
Moonjumper didn't say anything and Snatcher took full control of their shared body and forced them to wobbly crawl forward as Hattie followed behind once they made their way past the door giving her plenty of room to hop in watching as Snatcher crawled them over to the red bed a few feet from the door. Red musty wall paper lined the walls with the red color themed bed, and a lot of furniture to match. A wardrobe stood by the bed and past that was a vanity, writing desk, chest, small dresser with a candle holder on it, and a long table with a worn tablecloth on it. The floor was always creaky, and it creaked all the way when they crawled into the room and over to the bed. The only light offered in the room was the few candles by the bed and on the wall that lit up with magical fire, enough light to see at least, but also enough to see the various claw marks scratched into the old walls staining the wallpaper with it's creepy aura. Moonjumper was still not responding or communicating through their shared head but SNatcher could still feel the petrified fear coming off of him and he was starting to find it annoying. Forcing them back onto their knees, Snatcher reached over and grabbed onto the foot of the bed.....before forcibly trying to get onto their feet. If it weren't for the fact that the two ghosts were forced like this and had no experience being human for over a thousand years, it might've made her laugh trying to see an adult stand up like a bird with new legs, but right now she was more concerned about the two falling over. With their noodle legs Snatcher violently wobbled and gripped the sheets tightly messing them up, and forcing most of their body onto the bed minus their legs. Hattie had to walk over and help, it was too painful and awkward to watch after a while, and grabbed their legs, one by one pushing them up to lay on the beg with them. Eventually making it where they were laying on their stomach with their head at the foot of the bed on top of the disleved old, musty sheets. .......They sneezed from the dust and snatcher once again forced them up to their knees on the bed. Grumbling from the dust before forcing them around and wobble crawling up the bed until he carefully maneuvered themself around and forced their knees out from under them to sit properly with their legs over the side of the bed near the small drawer with the lit candles. Still cold but it was a five star hotel compared to laying onthe hard wood floor.
"There! All better?,'' Hattie asked walking around the bed and smiling back up at them.
"Yeah, Kiddo. Better than the dum floor at least. But I still think you should get back there and rebuild that thing as fast I can. I'd rather live out this punishment then get back to not living it out, if you get what I mean."
She pouted. "Hey! Don't forget it's your fault you purple dummy!"
"Trust me. I know!!....*sigh*" He reached up to rub their face and groaned. "Can you just...finish fixing it and reverse this please? I promise I'll make it up to you, just help me please, Kid!"
Hattie tilted her head at him, "Anything?"
"Yes. But could you at least grab me a book from the mini library downstairs?"..He looked thoughtful for a moment thinking. "....Grab me the one with the title called The Sparrow and The Knight if it's still there. I haven't read that in years."
The child sighed and turned around. "Ok. I'll be right back! But you still OWE me big time!!"
"Yes, yes." He waved her off after her, "Just go."
He sat their and watched as she ran out the doorway, her fast footsteps making the floor creak loudly as she ran away and he stared at the door until those fast and creaking footsteps faded away. He could hear Moonjumper hope she didn't wake Vanessa with her loud footsteps but the only noise now was the wind and occasional lightning strike outside. He usually liked the silence of his home so he could read on hours on end or think of new contracts or traps to be made. But his forest and swamp usually had the chirping of frogs or the chitter chatter of his ghostly subjects in the background for that, or the giggles of little children. But right now he would gladly rather have the kids bug him for eternity than sit here in this dead silence with wind and lightning. Maybe it was just the many worries Moonjumper was thinking right now, or the fact he was vulnerable in this form, or the fact Vanessa was literally a hallway and room away. Locked up and unconscious, but still a few yards away. Or maybe it was all three, but he was starting to get tired of it really quick waiting for the kid to come back with the book he requested. Snatcher huffed and turned their eyes around the old room drinking in the details of the room, guess things didn't change much. Except for the claw marks and the ruined painting on the wall over there. Eventually his eyes glazed over the furniture near him including the writing desk with old yellowed paper on it, the old chest, and the lit candles with a book right next to I-......Snatcher blinked their eyes at the small green book. It was a very dull green with light tears here and there and even tho it was VERY faded, the dull black word 'Diary' was engraved on the cover with very pretty cursive writing......A....Diary?? In Vanessa's room? Wow. It didn't take too long to figure out who it probably belonged too. ....But all of a sudden his mind got a curious idea-
"D-D-Don't do it." Snatcher jumped at the sudden voice of the fearful Moonjumper finally managing to force itself through and scowled. "Look Moonboy. There isn't anyone here to stop us from looking and after all we've been through you can't say we don't at least have the right to 'invade on her privacy' after all the 'invading' she did to YOU!!....I mean me!...Us? AH!! I MEAN we can't get any kind of revenge on her now so Im taking what I can get! And if ol' blondie gets upset and throws a tantrum over her 'pwecious diary' being read, them Im not going to give into that pecking tantrum and coddle her like she always guilted us into!" ......"I-I still don't know. I d-don't think I want to see any thoughts she had." "EVEN if it means we'll get some power over a situation she laid out for once and get the teeniest revenge on her? If she also never knows it'll be better cuz we'd get to get away with it! Not that we wouldn't anyways." Moonjumper remained silent thinking over what Snatcher said carefully before sighing. "Alright. B-But that doesn't mean Im going to like it." "THAT'S THE SPIRIT!!"
Snatcher smiled evilly on their face and reached their wobbly arms out and grabbed the book......if it could even be called that!! The Book cover was obviously made for a thick book. A thousand pages at least, but it was barely filled with pages when he opened it, giving a confused frown and raised brow. What the-.... Only about two or three pages were in tact, very yellowed with chicken scratch writing like a dizzy blind person wrote the few faded words he saw. There was ends of many other pages where they were obviously ripped out and done away with, but that didn't stop his annoyance. Vanessa had a diary with three pages left minimum and ruined an entirely good book! Wasted potential and paper!! And just when he thought she couldn't get crazier!! Rolling their eyes, he latched onto the faded chicken scratch to see if he could make heads or tales of the horrible writing. He noticed on the bottom corner of the page was the very faded letter 13. Huh...So this must've been page 13 of the diary then. Alright. Let's see what nonsense Vanessa wrote.
"Why? What have I done wrong? In his letters he talks about her. A 'tutor'. He says he loves me. But SHE sees him. I get letters, and SHE gets his time. He is MINE. Once his studies are finished I will have him back. "
.........Both ghosts stared blankly at the what was scratched down and processed it in their heads. Snatcher catching onto the real meaning behind it rather quickly and almost dropped the book onto the floor in shocked. .....L-Letters??...His studies??..A TUTOR?! HOLY PECK!!! THIS WAS WRITTEN WHILE HE LEFT FOR A FULL YEAR OF LAW STUDIES!! Moonjumper was somewhere between confused and panicked in their mind but Snatcher reread the page to make sure he was reading it right, and looked around the other half of the page and turned it over, but the entire page was black except for those few sentences. But just by looking at those few lines he came to the hard conclusion that.......Vanessa...Was JEALOUS!! Of his old tutor....A lady that was old enough to be his great grandmother( at the time he was alive) and who had taught his father before him....VANESSA WAS JEALOUS OF A LITTLE OLD LADY THAT HAD ZERO CHANCE WITH HIM. And her referring to him in 'He is MINE.' just added to the whole creepy vibe he always had with her, dead or alive. Moonjumper made them shudder in disgust while Snatcher growled and flipped it over to the next page. Like before the entire page was wasted and left unused except for a few random chicken scratches in the middle and this time the faded number was 48. Page 48.
" Dear Diary, Today my prince left to begin his studies. He will be so far away, and for so long. He has promised to write. He won't forget me, will he? His beloved princess."
........Wait. What?
This.....This wasn't even written in the right order of events!! He left for his studies BEFORE he sent her any letters!! Which he always regretted, and wished he HAD forgotten her, and KNEW she was NEVER his let alone a 'beloved princess'. Snatcher only continued to grow more irritated and snarled at the book in his hands before flipping to the last in tact page in seemed with the faded number 73.
"He is coming back. Just one weekend. A short holiday, from HER. I will convince him to stay. I CANNOT let my love leave Again. Sounds a little melodramatic. "
Yeah...He remembered that. One week holiday before going back to his studies, their anniversary week too. Spent all his pons on a bracelet he used to trade for flowers .....from.....Snatcher actually growled. Guess he was still able to use THAT ghostly ability. And once again the 'HER' was a woman who he always saw as his GRANDMOTHER in a way!! If she read his letters truly she would've known that!! And not letting him leave? HA!! Guess what?! He DID and was now king of everything in their kingdoms!! A LITTLE MELDRAMATIC!? REALLY?! SHE HAD ONE SMALL BIT OF SENSE FOR A SECOND AND SHE SAYS IT WAS A LITTLE DRAMATIC?! SHE WAS CRAZY!! ABSOLUTELU BONKERS!! MAD!! INSANE!! OFF HER ROCKER!! BANANAS!! WHAT EVER YOU CALL IT!! She didn't even write the events in order. Page 48's events came BEFORE page 13's. Was she just flipping to a random page and crazily writing these down in no order?? He wouldn't be surprised if she did! Still hard scowling, Snatcher tossed the book away from him, but because their arm was still pretty weak it only landed two or three feet away with a soft thump as he glared daggers at it.
"Snatcher?" He jumped and turned around to see the little girl standing there in the doorway as she came in. Holding a small red cover book in her hands. She came around the bed and stopped glancing at the book on the floor before blinking and looking back up at them. "Were you reading the crazy lady's diary?"
"Yeah...Crazy is an understatement. More like peckin' owlpoop insane!!" "Again.. LANGUAGE!!" "Be quiet Moonshine!" He glanced back down to her hands and the book. "That's not the book I asked. It has a yellow cover."
She held it up to them anyways. "I couldn't find it so I got this one instead cuz I liked the moon pictures in it!"
Snatcher reached over and grabbed it from her. Glancing over the cover and reading 'Moon Phases and Star Constellations by Star S. Hine'. "....I suppose this would work just to wait a few hours." And It might help Moonboy calm down, he loved talking about the moon and stars like poetry.
"Uh huh!" She once again looked down to the green book on the floor. ".....Were you really reading this?"
Snatcher opened the book to the first page but stopped and looked at her. "Yeah. But why does it matter?"
"Did you read the other pages yet?"
He blanked for a second. ".............There's MORE?!"
She nodded. "Ill go get them!'' Before either could protest she had already turned around and ran off. Through the door into the old nursery and after a moment they could hear the other door attached to the other side of nursery.............After a few more moments, the same door opened, and then the door attaching the nursery to Vanessa's bedroom reopened and Hattie ran back in but not to them. Instead she ran over to the writing desk and grabbed the two yellowed papers on it. Adding them randomly to her small pile of now five pieces of paper and running back up to them smiling before presenting them up to them. "Here! I made sure to grab them all! They were all over the place!"
They both just stared at her for a moment, before snatcher once again made them move and grabbed them from the small child. They all had the same chicken scratch writing like in the diary with random faded numbers near the bottom, and the sides were torn. So these must've been some of the random pages that were ripped from the diary, and like the rest, all had just a few sentences wasting the rest of the space the paper provided. Annoyed all over again he read what the first page said.
"Im sorry about your hair, My Prince. I just wanted our lengths to match! ....and color...and curl ...you look wonderful! "
His....HIS HAIR!? He remembered that! He was taking a nap when he awoken to the feeling of something wet on his head, like he had just taken a shower. But instead woke to the sight of a mildly panicked Vanessa above him and a painful sensation to his head so he rushed to the bathroom to look in the mirror. Only to discover his lovely brown hair had been very sloppily died yellow with obvious patches of his natural color here and there, and the painful sensation was a couple of curlers too tightly rolled into random spots on his head. He took them out and got into the shower immediately to wash it out to no avail. Of course Vanessa when asked about it cried and said she only wanted to practice doing hairstyles. Like the idiot he was, he forgave her not a few seconds after. And it turned out he couldn't wash it out. He was to wear it off which left him looking ridiculous!! Embarrassing him in front of everyone including....... Well...That didn't matter anymore. He did NOT look 'wonderful'. Snatcher's eyes narrowed and flipped to the next random page.
"Mother had a bit of an accident last week, so today I got crowned as queen. Now the prince can't call me his princess! Life isn't fair!"
He remembered the old sick Queen very well. She was a stern and cranky old lady, but very nice and professional when you got to know her. She was a lot like Vanessa in ways but much MUCH better if you asked him. She loved discussing his interests with him and thought it was very responsible of him to want to study law. Even though he was never able to attend her funeral or really found out how she died, he really did miss the old coot sometimes. Sometimes he even wondered if she could've done anything to stop Vanessa if only he brought it up...Oh well. That past is past. But seriously!? Her only mother had passed and she was upset over the fact he couldn't call her 'princess' anymore?! The entitlement of this woman! If she just asked politely to be called that as a nickname he wouldn't have minded, but peck!! He missed his parents more than anything and she doesn't even write down anything expressing the same thing!! His annoyance grew as did the usually calm Moonjumper's as he turned to the next page.
"Oh, I wish I could just keep him always! Locked up and in chains in the cellar! But you can't chain a man...can you?"
This-....
This actually made the two freeze up and for a moment a blank face fell upon them. .....Locks...Chains.....Celler.......That was....how he....they.....They never saw her agai- WAIT!! SHE HAD THIS IDEA IN MIND FROM THE VERY START!? THAT PECKING NO GOOD WITCH!! He swore he was gonna tear the papers from hold tight their hold became. Had she planned this?! And was only pushed over the edge of crazy with one little misunderstanding?! OOOOOOHHHH!! He wasn't sure when the last time he got THIS angry but Moonjumper forced him to look over at Hattie who currently was for some reason looking up at the ceiling with a curious look and he reluctantly stood down. No point getting mad over it now Moonjumper's thoughts were saying as they bounced around and instead of confronting him, Snatcher turned to the next page.
"My prince enjoys his breakfast far too much. I'm jealous of that darn bacon! No more bacon in this house!"
WHO. BANES. BACON. AND. GETS. JEALOUS. OVER. FOOD?!
Snatcher had about had it with all this terrible chicken scratch trip down terrible memory lane and flipped to the last page, wondering which event she wrote about on the last one. One of her tantrums? Or maybe him being 'unprincely'? But when he saw the fancy curvy cursive, he paused. .......This paper was yellowed like the rest of the others, but there was definitely NO chicken scratch to these neat and proper letters. Was this a page written before she went crazy and started squibbling nonsense? But...It was torn and shorter than the rest. Instead of there being any evidence of it being torn from the side, there was a tear right down the middle. As if it was never a part of a book at all-.......Realization suddenly dawned on him making their eyes go wide.
"M-...My letter," Moonjumper whispered out as they read over it.
"My Dearest Vanessa, It has been many days since I saw you last, but it feels like months. My time at the Acadmey is hard, but I am progressing quickly. There is so much to study when it comes to law, but the library here is well-stocked. Our tutors are the finest in the land, and I am thankful for their help. I have been attending private study with one, an experienced practitioner of law by the name of Lady-"
.....The .....Their letter ended off with the tear. Not knowing what the world happened to the other half other than is had to have been torn by Vanessa. When he...When he began writing her letters, he wasn't very happy to be writing to her to be honest, but he was still loyal to her and put effort into being polite in them. Telling her all about his favorite law books, and the garden, and his old tutor he adored so much.....But did she just see the word lady and assume she was the new love of his life?! Not reading WHO she was and tearing the thing to shreads in pure jealousy and craziness!? They bothe scowled down at the remains of the letter they sent to her all those years ago, Hattie not paying attention. She had taken a few steps still staring at the ceiling curiously but turned around behind her when she heard tearing. They were tearing the letter......Well that's not true. Moonjumper was. But Snatcher made no move or thought to stop him. The other papers he just let float to the floor in random places as the letter was torn and shreaded into tiny little pieces before released to the floor in old yellowed paper snow. Hattie watched as it all fell to the floor before saying something.
"Why'd you do that?"
"Because my dear..." Moonjumper looked at her. "That might've been the only part of me left behind in this cursed place. The last part of me Vanessa had....I wouldn't want her to have a hold of any part of me. She doesn't deserve it."
"Oh." She stared at them and the destroyed letter by all the papers for a moment before resuming her odd behavior of looking up at the ceiling which caught Snatcher's attention and he looked up to the plain dusty ceiling for a couple seconds as well. ....Before raising a brow back to her.
"Kid. WHAT are you staring at? I know everything around her is pretty dead, but I think you could find another way to occupy your time. Like maybe gluing a magical hourglass back together. QUICKLY!"
She only continued to stare. "Don't you guys hear that?"
They looked up to the ceiling in silence. .....Nothing but the wind outside and occasional lightning- A small, weak creaking noise came from above them somewhere and Hattie pointed before looking at him like 'See! There it is!'. Making Snatcher roll his eyes and wave her off picking up their book again.
"It's just the old house settling or the wind. I should know. Im an expert on old haunted houses."
......She looked back up to the ceiling with a hum. "I don't know. I never heard that before when I was here.''
"Probably because you were a little busy running away from blondie."
"But...What if it's someone who got frozen? They might need help."
"Kid. You've been to the third floor before and so have I. I've never seen any frozen people up there did you?"
"No....But Im going to go look anyways." She bounded to the door with them following her.
"Up there? By yourself?!
"I can handle it!" She pulled her trusty umbrella out of no where and twirled it around. "I beat you didn't I?"
His eyes narrowed. "Kid. That's not the point. One being you NEED to reverse this as soon as possible. And second because you don't know what's up there and Im useless like this." "S-Sweetheart. I agree with the grape noodle on this. Y-You could get into trouble!"
"I'll be fine! Besides, there's no ice people statues up there. And it'll just be a quick check. Don't be such a peckneck!"
"Wha- HEY!! IM NOT A PECKNECK!!"
The small girl giggled like a maniac before running out of the room where they couldn't follow even if they tried. Grumbling Snatcher turned them back to the book In their lap and picked it up, turning to the first page.
'Chapter One What are the Moon and Stars made Of?'
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I probably won't change your mind, as I'm only one voice from a different culture, but maybe I can offer some perspective from the other side. I was raised in Sinnoh where it's a normal thing to form a bond with a wild Pokemon through capture, but I can tell you that it's like anything else in the world, where there are some people who do it for selfish reasons and some people who do it with genuine kindness. I like to think I'm among the latter.
There are many reasons I've captured wild Pokemon: to befriend and raise when I had no other choice, to protect myself, to add genetic diversity to my breeding stock, and believe it or not, because they have ASKED to come with me! I have some stories, if you're interested in hearing them?
The first Pokemon I captured was a Pidgey. I captured him because, while my parents had given me a Vulpix from a breeder when I was younger (and though he was a Ninetales by then), I didn't want to rely on One Singular Pokemon to protect me on my journey, and my parents wouldn't help me find another. They wouldn't let me. Excalibur was captured because I felt a Pidgey suited my personality, and he was curious about me when we met.
I captured a Murkrow because I had a goal deep in my heart to meet a Misdreavus, I had never met one but I was SO incredibly passionate about raising one! And I can say as a Misdreavus breeder now that there isn't really much of a market for them. Buyers OR sellers. So I had to find one in Eterna Forest. Murky originally confronted me with territorial intentions, but I captured him because I wanted assurance if the ghosts I met wound up being too strong or tricky for Ninetales. My Pidgeotto couldn't do much about them, either.
Now, the first Misdreavus I wound up capturing, she had actually been captured before and abandoned. (The word "released" isn't strong enough, I met her ex-trainer a few years ago and that girl very intentionally //abandoned// her.) She was hurt when I found her, and upon healing her, I asked if she wanted to come with me. She accepted!
My first Mismagius had befriended her by then, and she had only ever been wild (unless being captured by poachers counts; I don't know how long she was with them, but she escaped). Even so, she wanted to come with Missie, to stay with her friend.
The next 'mon I captured was... Heh, kind of unorthodox, really. (But my life is nothing if not unorthodox.) I let my ghosts play in the forest for a bit, Missie came back but not Mistress, and it turned out she had paired up with another Misdreavus and by the time I found her, they already had an egg. He was the father, and again, they didn't want to separate, so he decided to come with us.
Sparky, my Litwick, saw Mistress studying ghost magic and essentially made himself her apprentice and stowed away. I guess I never officially captured him, not with a battle anyways, he put himself in a ball when I wasn't looking, but he very much decided to stay with us.
My Aegislash saw us training for the Trick or Treat competition in Kalos and must have thought I'd be a worthy trainer, because she was the one who approached ME. She wasn't fighting in self-defense; she was very much testing us and pulling punches. I did like her spirit, so it was a mutual agreement that I'd capture her.
And of course, the Misdreavus I've captured with breeding intentions are largely to add genetic diversity to my breeding stock. There are only so many ghost breeders out there, you know? And not one of them I know of have ever produced a Misdreavus with Sheera's intense determination, or Trick's vivid colors, or the broad range of personalities I get by interacting with the wild ones.
And I mentioned ones that asked to come along: my Alolan Mismagius literally asked to join us. He saw Missie and Mistress acting out contest moves, and I guess we caught his eye. He joined them, and asked if he could stay. Quite the gentleman, really! My Mimikyu Berry actually approached us when she saw me playing with my team, she joined in, and then didn't want us to leave without her!
I know my experiences are a bit unusual, but there are definitely Good Reasons I have everyone I've caught.
Genuine Question:
Why do people capture wild Pokémon to use as companions or for battle?
There are plenty of Pokémon in shelters and ethical breeders. Additionally, it seems like most people will just catch a Pokémon without attempting to form a relationship with it beforehand and then complain when it’s hostile or uncooperative. I want to make it clear that I understand sometimes a wild Pokémon has to be captured if they’re an invasive species, the Pokémon is injured, or if a person is in danger. I was a Ranger; I’ve had plenty of experience with those scenarios. But those Pokémon are always given treatment (if necessary) and relocated to a nature preserve or a new area.
I’m definitely biased because pokéballs can’t legally be purchased in Fiore (where I’m from), and the idea of capturing a wild Pokémon for selfish reasons like wanting a pet or battler seems bizarre and cruel to me.
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