#request 2429

[lostdrarryfics]

hey, idk if I hallucinated this or not, but I'm looking for a fic where draco had insomnia and harry had a bakery across the street from his flat, so he would watch harry baking from the window in the late night/early morning, until he eventually decided to go inside the bakery

Hi anon, could you be looking for Sourdough by @academicdisasterfic (17k, M)?

Let us know!

[khonshus-stardust]

Different Ways

Pairing: Khonshu x Reader

Word Count: 2429

Summary: Once in awhile, Khonshu will allow his avatar to have a break. It's the four of you: Marc, Layla, Khonshu, and yourself in a town you love to visit. You are happily strolling along when you spot a necklace that was far out of your price range. So, keep going along when you notice the tall mummy bird god gone from sight. Where did he go?

Author Note: Don't worry folks! I haven't forgotten about our favorite dead god. I got caught up in requests on my other blog and have been trying to keep up with them.

Masterlist

Ao3

There was something about seeing the moon god causally chilling on the wall’s edge. One leg hung over the edge while the other rested underneath that one. His staff leaned against said brick wall, between his legs. The crescent end next to his skull.

After all that has occurred with Ammit and Egypt, you didn’t expect to see him like so. Khonshu looked relaxed compared to how you first saw him. So demanding and ready for battle, and grouchy. Very grouchy. You smiled minutely at this. He’s a very grouchy and jealous god. You didn’t know why but your heart fell for him.

Before you, Marc and Layla conversed about something. There was no mission to worry about currently. Instead, the three of you were taking a short vacation. One that everyone needed.

A deep breath of oxygen filled your lungs. The air up here was fresh with the pine trees. You’ve missed this place, only visiting a few times throughout your life. Leavenworth, no matter the time of year, was amazing to visit. Though the cooler weather wasn’t for everyone. You didn’t mind one bit. No jacket as your two friends were wrapped up with one of their own.

The shadow of something past near you, making your head tilt up. A hawk of sorts glided far above the ground, eyes searching for a snack. It’s wings flapped a few times as it circled in the air. That made you look over to Khonshu’s last position once more, but the god wasn’t there. You raised a brow at this in question and turned your head to search for him.

He appeared behind Marc, making him jump at the sudden appearance. Any person around him barely gave notice and stayed focused on their conversations. Said human whipped his head to glare at the god but immediately looked back at Layla. “Khonshu,” he spat out quietly with a harsh tone. You giggled at this and leaned back in your chair.

Layla peered over at you and smiled. “Shouldn’t he be used to that by now?” she teased her husband and pointed her thumb at him. You agreed with her, nodding your head at Layla, a sparkle in your eyes.

“Yeah, I have been around him the least and quickly got over it,” you jestered alongside Layla. She took at sip from her bubbly drink, no ice. That was true. Though, you were easy to scare. The spooks the god gave you were quickly thwarted after the third for forth time he suddenly appeared in your apartment.

Marc turned his glare to the two of you, causing said duo to snicker at his expression. “I’m easily frightened by him,” he tries to excuse himself. It doesn’t work as much as he thinks it does.

Instead, the two of you looked at one another again and laughed, both leaning towards the other. Marc huffed and harshly fell back against the back of his seat. You two just laughed all over again. “You’re playing yourself, Worm,” Khonshu snarked from behind said avatar. You shook your head at the name calling but couldn’t hide the minute smile.

Khonshu disappeared then reappeared neck to you, casting a shadow over you. “I saw that, Stardust,” he was quick to point out. A hint of red blushed over your cheeks at this. You grasped at your drink and sipped away at it.

“I have no idea what you mean,” you stated and peeked out to look over at the masses moving about on the street. No clue. Completely innocent here. Khonshu hummed deeply at your words and rested a large hand on your shoulder. Your entire body tensed up at this. What is he doing?

“Hmm, I thought I saw you smile. Isn’t that something you mortals do? When I called the worm here ‘Worm’,” he continued to try and get you to admit. Something you didn’t want to do. You disliked when Khonshu called Marc ‘Worm’. It’s disrespectful. After everything that has occurred. How could Khonshu name call him things that like? Yet, he calls you ‘Stardust’. You didn’t mind that one. You did have a passion for the stars.

You shook your head once more, denying the accusation. Everything besides the god was intriguing. You saw the playful smirk on Layla’s face and gave her a knowing look. One she laughed at. Being at the other end of the teasing wasn’t fun. Your arms crossed with a pout, lip jutting out. Your cup still hiding a portion of your face.

The god hummed, the stood up. Though, his face doesn’t have the ability to move, you sensed a smirk before he straight up disappeared. Uh oh. That made you fear on where he had gone. He has something up his sleeves. Sometimes, you swear he should be the god of tricks. “Well that’s not good,” Layla stated and set down her bubbly drink. You shot her a ‘no shit’ look.

“He has something planned and I don’t like it,” you sighed and scanned the surroundings. Not a sign of the mummy god anywhere. “I swear, if he messes with my apartment, I will find a way to kill him.” That’s your place, your little place carved out in this world. You hated when people messed with your things.

Layla laughed ad rested fully on the backrest of her chair. “I believe he won’t dare do that,” she said with honesty. You hoped she was right. Or else.

Later on, after lunch had been consumed, the three of you paid and left for the streets. Though, it wasn’t the winter months, where everyone from all the states migrated to see the lights, Leavenworth was still busy. People bustled about, making you nervous and sticking close to Marc and Layla. People weren’t your thing. Let alone a bunch of them. Yet, this place calls to you and makes you take the trip up here.

Something in a shop’s window caught your attention, you broke away from the trio and made your way into the building. It smelled like old pine wood, one of the best smells. You smiled at that and slipped between people towards the window.

A silver necklace with a gold crescent moon and stars hung from a holder. Call yourself cliché with your whole situation and feelings for a specific god, but it was maginfic. You checked the price tag and cringed. Of course. You pouted, gave it one last look, then moved away to graze through the small shop.

Nothing else called to you. That frustrated you. There was a buzz from your phone. You slipped the device into your hand and noticed a text from Marc. ‘Where are you?’ Shit, right. Whoops. A quick response to explain what happened and where to meet was sent to him. You got a thumbs up in return. You deadpanned at the message before leaving the store.

As you stepped back onto the wide sidewalk, you peered back into the window. The necklace was gone! The others around it swaying. With the amount of people around, you held onto a sadden noise and slugged your shoulders. Welp, that was that. You lost your opportunity.

Though, you didn’t grow up a densely populated area, you knew how to snake your way through the sea of people. It wasn’t long before you saw the familiar faces of Marc and Layla. You quickened your pace then stopped before them. “Sorry, got distracted,” you apologized.

“Find anything interesting? “ Marc questioned as the three of you started on your path again.

“Yeah, but it was too much. When I left the store, it was already gone,” you said and scanned the upcoming buildings for anything of interest. There was one store that caught your attention. That have the best ice cream you have ever tasted.

Marc made an ‘aww’ noise and placed a consoling hand on your shoulder. “There’s always next time.” That, he was correct for. But that didn’t less that face you lost this opportunity.  You purposely knocked your shoulder into his.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.” You smiled at him then felt a certain presence behind you. If you haven’t been around him so many times, you would’ve spooked. Instead, you spun on your heel to face the towering god. You continued to walk backwards and act like you were enjoying the sights. Then, you turned back around and strolled behind the two. “What are you up to, Khon?” you questioned, acting like you were talking to your friends.

Said duo turned their head back to find Khonshu keeping an easy pace with us. You could feel how close he was to you, almost pressed to your back. Yet, the god didn’t say a word.

At every step, you saw the end of his staff in the corner of your eyes. He was almost hovering over you, like a guard dog. That thought made you giggle with a minute smile. Hilarious. You tilted your head up to find the god’s skull within your vision. “What are you doing?” you quietly asked again with a raised brow.

Still nothing. If that’s the case, you continued your pathing with a shrug of your shoulders. You stepped closer to Marc and Layla and rested your elbows on their shoulders. “There’s a few things that we can do tomorrow, if you guys wanna?” you offered.

Leavenworth had a lot to offer. From not only the sights but to adventures. There was horse back riding, rafting, ziplining, etc. You had already done most of the things possible here, after visiting so many times.

This caught Layla’s attention. She perked up and gazed at you. “I would love to! What is there to do besides browse the shops?” You stated the easier adventures possible without needing to book far in advanced. This was sort of an impromptu vacation.  

“Horseback riding sounds great,” she said and nudged her shoulder into Marc’s. The man nodded his head in agreement, gaze casting behind you for a second. You pulled away from them to return a pace or two behind them.

As you opened your mouth to respond, someone knocked into you kind of roughly. By the looks of it, she was a someone lived here. Her glare set hard on you. You rubbed at your shoulder and tried to apologize out of curditisy. Instead, the woman beat you to the punch, face pulled into a disgust. “Watch where you’re going, tourist,” she spat out then promptly strutted away.

A sudden gush of snowy wind knocked her right on her ass. The sight caused you to burst out laughing before quieting when her head snapped to you. Uh oh.

She angrily got to her feet, stomping them as she made her way back to you. Before she could get within ten feet though, she froze, almost falling over as she did. You were confused as her eyes peered above you.

Then, a golden staff slammed next to you, making the ground shake. A cool hand held onto your shoulder as the god leaned over you. You tensed at the touch, feeling the way his power wrapped around you like a blanket. The woman was smart to turn on her heel and make a quick escape away. Everyone around glancing at her strange actions.

Marc and Layla came up to after the whole ordeal. The former leaned close to you but secretly peered up at the towering god. “Khonshu, you can’t fucking do that!” he quietly growled and grabbed your hand. Before he could do anything though, Khonshu tugged you back away from Marc.

But, Khonshu didn’t say anything. Unusual for cocky, sometimes rude, god. Marc scoffed and backed off, hands up in surrender. When the two of you didn’t move – you too still shocked about what happened – he walked away. Layla gave you a knowing look and rushed after Marc, trying to talk him down.

Khonshu hummed, grasp squeezing your shoulder. “I swear, if anyone lays another hand on you, I will cut over their arm,” he growled. With the public around you and no known people, you held in your laugh. A smile grew on your face. Sometimes, he says the weird of things. Or he does the weird of things. Like less than five minutes ago.

You patted at his hand on your shoulder then tried to walk after Marc and Layla. Yet, the grasp he had on you prevented that.

Something cold and thin kissed your skin. You tried to peek down but a hand grasp at your chin. “Khon? What are you doing?” you whispered softly, nervous on what he had planned. You still don’t know what he did early.

“Stay still, Stardust,” he said lowly and removed his hand. Khonshu continued to mess with whatever he was doing. In the meantime – not to look like a fool, you gazed out at the mountains as if you were sightseeing. Well, to be honest, you were. The mountains were your home. Of course, you would love to look at them all day.

“What are you doing?” you whispered and fidgeted in your spot. His hands ghosted over your skin, making you shiver. You felt him step even closer as if to stop you from moving more.

Khonshu’s hands still, hesitating in pulling away. Then, the god stepped around you and knelt down in front of your form. This time, you discarded the fact you needed to act sane. Your gaze was set on him, head tilted to the side. His head tilted down, hands pulling a cold chain around your neck.

The god paused, hands still on your skin before he stood back up to his full height. You immediately looked down at what he had down. A gasp escaped your mouth.

It’s the necklace! You squealed, hands shaking at your sides. It was all you could do to stop yourself from wrapping your arms around him. A few tourists gave you weird looks, but you didn’t care at all. “Thank you!” But a thought came it mind, a brow falling as you peered up at him. “How did you know?”

A large hand rested on your shoulder, Khonshu nudging you towards the direction of Marc and Layla. “There’s a saying you mortals have. ‘A magician never reveals his secrets.’” You set a deadpanned expression on him then rolled your eyes. You willingly went where he directed, people parting a way for you. A smile bright on your face.

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[businessindustry]

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[wellnessweb]

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[ao3feed-danganronpa]

i feel like enjoying the moment by ourselves

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/OEALw0Y

by HotGarbage

He presses an almost too soft kiss on your neck. Your body would tense in anticipation for a bite, a nip, anything aside from the gentle softness of his lips and his grin against your skin made you aware he was enjoying it. Enjoying your body’s reaction to anticipating his usual roughness or just enjoying something new, something exciting- you weren’t for certain.

 Requested by: Ramxtvhead (If I need to redo anything just let me know!)

Words: 2429, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: New Dangan Ronpa V3: Everyone's New Semester of Killing, Dangan Ronpa Series

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M, M/M, Other

Characters: Oma Kokichi

Relationships: Oma Kokichi/Reader

Additional Tags: Porn with Feelings, Finger Sucking, Unprotected Sex, Kokichi actually has complex emotions, extremely brief mentions of previous rough/bsdm sex, i need to write soft things more, this would have been up earlier but OOF i forced myself to finish up chapter 2 in dr2, i hate that chapter the most out of the entire series gotdang, wrote while listening to James Marriott streams, reader has an afab body, my brother asked me what i write for and UH if ur here NO YOU AINT, me and my ex once had sex without a condom to change things up, i feel like kokichi does the same thing but with being soft, but reader also had an awful day and made kokichi worried

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[shig-a-shig-ah]

WORKS IN PROGRESS

In Progress

— addicted to bad ideas

Chapter 30: Nowhere to Go but Up. Expected to post August 18. current words: 2429.

— full fics

I’m Not Myself These Days. AFO!Shigaraki with mutual noncon. current words: 453. Sloppy Firsts. After weeks of waiting, you and Shigaraki decide to take your relationship to the next level. Your mutual first time is surprisingly soft. current words: 841. Learning to Share. You only have eyes for Shigaraki, but you’ll do anything to make him happy. So when Dabi manages to talk your boyfriend into sharing you, you reluctantly play along. current words: 503.

Who Protects the Shadow from the Dark? Shigaraki’s haunted by the ghosts of his past, and tortured by his present with you. Yandere!reader. current words: 973.

Shelter. Shigaraki offers you a place to stay after you join the League, and what seems like a kind gesture slowly takes a sinister turn. Yandere!Shigaraki. current words: 2.7k.

Soft Spot. Super soft Valentine’s smut that didn’t get finished in time for this year. current words: 1.6k.

Planning Stages

— full fics

ゝYandere!Shigaraki and unrequited love ゝUnderground disaster slowburn ゝYandere!Shigaraki x yandere!reader comedy of errors

— requests 

ゝAngsty soulmate AU

[highdramas]

your song, vol. 1 | rockstar!bucky

𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

rockstar!bucky barnes x fem!reader, some slight peter parker x reader in later parts (unrequited)

word count: 2429

warnings: references to sex, language, references to drug and alcohol use in later parts, age gap, slow burn-ish

summary: it’s not summer without you. or, that’s what your favorite rockstar always says. it’s all happening.

it is the summer of 1978, and everyone calls you rhiannon, and it has never occurred to you to mind.

really, it was sort of nice. rhiannon is a daredevil. rhiannon goes on tour with bands. rhiannon inspires songs and reads tarot and knows how to light up a room with a smile. rhiannon gets asked if she’s, like, the rhiannon. the rhiannon who rings like a bell through the night.

you’re not. but you’re not going to tell them that.

and, sure, you know that you’re capable of all of these things-- but it’s different when they’re calling you rhiannon.

it’s different when he is calling you rhiannon.

you’ve become somewhat of a myth in the california rock ‘n roll scene. groupies have flocked to you-- and you have somewhat rejected the term. found it degrading, the way that rock stars and fans spoke about groupies. it had been your personal mission during the summer of 1977 to change the way that men in rock spoke about women.

the summer that you met bucky barnes.

really, it wasn’t bucky that you had set your eyes on initially. initially, you’d shown up with his friend, steve rogers, the drummer. you and your group of band aids (you were still coining the name) had an in backstage and the second you had seen steve, you were a bit smitten. he wasn’t your typical rockstar. there was something kind about him, something genuine. he looked at you less like he wanted to fuck you and more like he wanted to know you.

it wasn’t until later that you met bucky. later, once you set out on tour with them.

when you found out that steve had a girl back home and he was simply being kind to you, it had reminded you of your mission. your mission to show all of these men what exactly women had to contribute to music and its existing scene-- and that it was more than being a side piece. more than being a fun distraction on the road.

that was the moment that you swore you would not fall in love with a rockstar.

the hotel you all had checked into was absolutely lavish. it was extravagant and beautiful, high ceilings and marbled floors and the shiniest doorknobs that you’ve ever seen. it’s 3:30 in the morning and the girls-- america and kate being your favorite of the whole bunch-- are out with the guys at the bar. you’re sure that they’re requesting brooklyn songs-- later on, you’d give bucky shit for suggesting that their band name should just be brooklyn. you give steve even more shit for going along with it.

after the revelation with steve, normally, you’d be in the mood to party. but you feel like shit and you fell asleep wrong on the bus and your neck is killing you. you don’t want to be a vibe killer, so you tell the girls to go on without you and maybe you’ll catch up with them later.

instead, at some point, you pad down to the pool. there is one lone figure sitting by an illuminated neon sign. it’s only when you’re within feet that you realize that it’s bucky.

of all of the members of brooklyn, you’d gotten to know bucky the least in the past week that you’ve been on the road with them. steve, sam, and natasha were all nice-- nicer than nice. steve and sam especially, but you knew why.

natasha is nice-- direct and passionate about what she does. and what she does is sing. you always said that brooklyn would be nothing if it wasn’t for nat’s husky vocals and insane songwriting.

then there’s bucky. the guitarist.

kate has been touring with brooklyn awhile now-- went with them on the europe leg. now she’s with their manager, clint, and she seems to know all the gossip. when you asked what was up with bucky-- why he was so quiet, why he didn’t like to party with the others, kate had given you that thousand watt smile and said-- “alright, don’t tell anyone about this, ‘specially buck, but he’s sober. couple years now, from what i hear. it’s real hard for him, being on the road.”

then, your mouth had made a slight o, you had nodded your head, and kate shone like the light she is before dashing off to find clint.

you’re brought back to that conversation now, seeing him hunched over on a reclining chair. you see that he is hugging his legs, smoking a cigarette. a bottle of root beer sits beside him on the ground.

your feet are working before your brain is, and before you know it, you’re standing before him. if he notices your presence, he doesn’t act like it.

“got one to spare?”

that’s when he finally glances up at you. his face is mostly unreadable-- furrowed brows and a set jaw, long brunette hair that almost brushes his shoulders. he is quite handsome. he’s the kind of man that you think is built for moments like these-- sitting by pools, pink neon radiating off his face. the kind of handsome that is a little bit intimidating. not like steve, who is all softness and warm smiles.

you sink onto the pool chair beside bucky as he nods. he passes you a cigarette and you pop it between your lips. bucky’s zippo seems to come out of nowhere, and you watch as the end begins to burn, and you take your first drag of your first cigarette.

a coughing fit ensues. naturally. you hold it awkwardly between the fingers of your right hand and you cover your mouth with your left, hacking up your lungs. bucky’s brows furrow and it’s then, and only then, when the faintest hint of a smirk drags onto his features. “you alright?” his hand moves to your back and rubs in circles, pats it lightly, until you’re bleary eyed and looking over at him with a loud laugh.

it was natural after that.

where bucky was, it was safe to assume that you weren’t far behind. but it wasn’t like that. if anyone asked who you were with, you wore a proud expression and said with little hesitation, “myself.”

each time, bucky glanced between you and whatever sorry schmuck was in your path, and he shrugged his shoulders. “you heard her.”

things were easy with bucky. you had laid the ground rules that night, on the pool chaise. you had straightened your shoulders and you said, “i made the vow not to fall in love with anyone this summer.”

bucky had raised an eyebrow at you and watched as you took his root beer and took a long pull, his eyes fixating onto yours. “funny, so did i.”

the summer of 1977 was a dream.

but you had to wake up.

when you’re not rhiannon, you’re… you. you’re a student at oxford university on a full ride scholarship, studying political science, eventually law. you want to be the first woman president. you have bigger dreams and aspirations than being a band aid.

but you don’t mind slipping into your dream state between the months of may and september. you don’t mind one bit.

on the last night of tour, in nashville, you and bucky had spent the whole night in his room. you talked and you laughed, you laid together and you talked about school and he talked about recording the next album. you said how you wished you could be there for it, and he said how he’d like to see oxford.

that’s another thing about dreams.

when you’re in them, you can nearly believe that they can exist in the real world. but they can’t.

you and bucky had toed a very thin line for a long time. and you tumbled off of it together that night.

when you said your goodbyes in the airport the next morning, everyone else around as well, it seemed to suck any of the intimacy out of the room. you told him then that you always hated airports-- they reminded you of goodbyes.

bucky had shrugged, and said, “they remind me of hellos.”

you hugged. he kissed the corner of your mouth, the closest thing to an outright public display of affection as you two would get. and you left. you went back to real life.

but now, it is 1978. and it is the summer before your senior year of college, and you are backstage at the bee gees at the forum. and brooklyn is opening.

of course you knew that you would see him. he had written you letters over the course of the past year, like a gentleman. you’d tucked them away in your hat box and wrote back about your studies and your roommates. and at the end of the last letter you sent, you wrote: hope you wrote that song about me. xx

you didn’t tell him you were going on the road this summer. you’d been in touch with kate and met up in beverly hills with her. she told you about how she and clint had moved in together in new york and you sipped coffee and went with her as she shopped at places that were far out of your budget. and then you’d met up with clint and he got you your pass.

and now you’re here, with a packed duffel.

it’s a wonder you haven’t run into him yet. there’s a part of you that hopes he doesn’t know-- that he’s going to come out here and see you and that the air is going to be knocked from him as he takes in the visage of you.

beginning to grow anxious, you throw yourself into a chair backstage in a huff. a boy who must be around your age is sitting on the arm of it, and looks down at you curiously. “you alright?”

“never better,” you say and inspect your nail. “you seen the band?”

“who, bee gees? nah, haven’t had a chance--”

“no. brooklyn.”

“oh.” he goes quiet and nods his head. “i got a chance to talk to ‘em just now. i’m trying to do a piece on them.”

your jaw slacks a bit and you nod your head. “oh.” a journalist. of course he is. “how exciting for you.”

“yeah, it’ll be my first real piece. i’ve written some stuff for my college paper, but nothing like this. i can’t believe i even got in. i met this girl gwen and she found me a pass.”

“gwen’s a real keeper,” you say and you wink. your words are honest. you like gwen. “what’s your name, kid?”

“peter parker.”

you stick your hand out. “nice to meet you, peter parker.”

he shakes it and he raises his eyebrows at you, as if waiting for an introduction on your end. “and you are…” he finally begins.

“that’s rhiannon.”

the voice jars you. you don’t dare look behind you, but you already know who it is. you feel large hands on your shoulders and it takes every ounce of pride and self worth inside of you not to let your body erupt into shivers. “she’s the heart of brooklyn.”

a scoff passes your lips and you tip your head back, and you’re not disappointed by what you see. you never are. “you’re always so dramatic,” you coo. your attention shifts back to peter, but your skin is buzzing where bucky touches you, and you have nearly ten months worth of time to catch up on with him. “it was nice meeting you, peter parker.”

subtlety is not your strong suit, and peter must gather that, because he scrambles to get his things and scurry off. you give a slight wave and make a mental note that you’d like to get to know him if he sticks around. “nice kid,” you say.

“don’t want to talk about him.”

you can’t help yourself now. a giddy squeal bursts from your lips and you turn and you fling yourself at him. you’re all arms and legs flailing, clutching to him, and he holds you just as tight. there’s that sort of husky, low laugh that leaves him, and you remember it from that night that you wanted to impress him by smoking a cigarette. “hey, rhi.”

“hi,” your voice is muffled in his neck. you don’t care who’s watching, you don’t care what they whisper— for the first time, you don’t care if they assume you’re going to go back to bucky’s room and fuck him stupid. you care that he’s here. that’s bigger than your pride.

“didn’t tell me you’d be comin’. had to hear from kate.”

“yeah, well...” you pull back and look up at him, hands resting on his shoulders. his find your hips and pull you in. “i wanted to surprise you. am i a happy surprise?”

bucky is the kind of person who thinks before he speaks, but also, you believe that he thinks before he emotes. there’s a beat before he’s licking his lips, nodding his head. “nah. it’s gonna be such a drag having my girl on the road with me.”

my girl.

you squint at him and push him away right in his chest, and he gapes, rubbing it and feigning hurt. “don’t pull that,” you point at him. “same rules as last summer, alright? we— we went over this.”

exasperated, bucky sighs, head lolling to the side. “yes ma’am.”

ten months ago bucky told you he was in love with you.

ten months ago bucky told you he’d follow you all over the world.

ten months ago you agreed that it was a horrible idea, and that your friendship was too vital, too real, too special to risk messing it up.

ten months later, you’re hoping you won’t regret this decision.

you can see the disappointment in his face. gently, you touch the side of his face and you smile a bit. “in another life.” those were the words you had said to him, all those nights ago.

bucky’s face breaks your heart over and over again. he gives you that gentle but sad look-- the look of a man who has what he wants right within arms reach, but knows that he cannot fully grasp. knows that he cannot fully keep.

“i’ll have you any way you want me,” is all he finally says. “‘s not summer without you.”

you’d made a promise to him that night. you had told him you weren’t going to fall in love with anyone in the summer of 1977.

but it is the summer of 1978. and this is the story of how you fall in love with bucky barnes.

[onemistresstorulethemall]

Winner

Mammon may be a bit ooc here but I find it so hard to write tsundere characters. It physically pains me to do so.

Also, yes, I did use talking about money as part of the foreplay, but... it's Mammon. It would probably work.

Word count: 2429

As always, this is nsfw.

F!MC x Mammon

"Yo, can't you just hurry up and get your ass over here? It's gettin' kinda annoying.", your favorite demon expressed his frustration.

"What's bugging you, Mammon?", your tone was as loving as ever.

"Ya know I went to the casino last night, right?"

"Mhm, I remember all the drunk texts. What of it?"

"Well, I won... And I really wanted to pick you up so we can spend it all."

"Babe, you know how I feel about you spending all your money the day you got them."

"Yeah, yeah, say whatever you want, but I can see the way your eyes light up when I get ya things. I mean, as they should. It's a privilege to get stuff from me, THE great Mammon."

At this point in time his confident facade was actually endearing. You'd give anything to see his smug face again up close and personal. Especially because you knew you could make him drop it and become a red stuttering mess.

"Not gonna lie, I do miss getting randomly told to doll up before you take me out to do something crazy."

"What would ya do without me, my human, hmm?"

"I'd probably have a longer lifespan, but oh well, I'm here for a good time not a long time."

"Hell yeah!", he said before he could register what you actually meant, "Wait! Hell no! Stop saying stuff like that. You die when I allow you to die!"

"Sir, yes sir!", you let out a chuckle.

A small pause followed in the conversation.

"For real though, when are ya coming back? I do miss having you around... I mean, my stupid brothers are bugging me about it..."

"Yes, babe, I miss you too. I can't tell you exactly when, but I've got a feeling it's gonna be soon."

"You better make sure it's soon or I'll come there and grab you myself!"

The next few minutes passed really quick and you found yourself alone again. Ever since you left Devildom it was like a part of you remained there. You weren't whole. And that might have to do with a certain silver-haired demon.

When you got the offer from Solomon to go back you almost squealed. It was unreal. Truth be told, you were starting to doubt you'll be able to return. You may have looked into summoning just so you could hold your favorite demon again... None of that mattered anymore.

When you arrived, in the middle of a council meeting, your gaze immediately fell onto Mammon. You could swear his eyes had a certain glint, as if he was on the verge of tears when he called out your name.

After answering a wave of questions and having the keys of the House of Lamentation tossed at you, it finally hit you. You were going home. So, you decided to have your cake and eat it too.

"Errrm, Lucifer?", you scratched the back of your neck.

"Yes, y/n, is there a problem?"

"Yes. I mean no. Not necessarily a problem, but... it's been a while since I was here last time, right?"

"Indeed."

"I am not entirely sure I remember the way home correctly."

"Ah, I see. One of my brothers could escort you. Be-"

"Aaactually, I was thinking Mammon could walk me home. I mean, think about it. I'm doing you guys a favor. He will be nothing but distracting after I leave. This way you may actually continue the meeting."

The eldest brother seemed to ponder your request carefully, before letting out a sigh.

"Very well. Mammon, you're dismissed."

You mouthed a "thank you" to Lucifer before saying goodbye to everyone and leaving the room. Mammon was absolutely beaming and the moment you were out of Lucifer's sight he embraced you with such tenderness you thought it was a dream and you feared you'd wake up soon.

"My human, you came back to me...", he whispered.

"I...guess I should get going, y/n. As always, it was a pleasure. Let me know if you need anything and I'll see you around!", Solomon waved at you.

"Thank again, Solomon!", you exclaimed over Mammon's shoulder who was apparently not ready to let go.

"Come on, babe. Let's go home."

He took your hand into his and flashed you that smile you loved and missed so much. Suddenly, it was like you never left at all. And you wouldn't do it again if you could help it.

"We'll have a bit of time before the others come home. So what would you like to do?", you asked.

"Oooh! The sequel to our favorite movie came out! You should be grateful I didn't watch it without ya! We could grab some snacks on the way home!"

He was way too excited for you to refuse. Moreover, a cuddle session was exactly what you needed, so you agreed.

Fast forward half an hour and you were cuddled up on the sofa under a blanket in front of the TV. Mammon had one hand draped over your shoulders and another resting on your thigh. His hands were oh so warm and his palms were slightly sweaty. It was cute that he was still nervous around you although you have been an item for quite some time. Whenever you weren't around he was boasting about it like it was his biggest achievement. However, to your face, he could barely look into your eyes as he professed his love to you. One of your hands rested on the small of his back, which unconsciously slipped under his t-shirt. It wasn't intentional, really. You just mindlessly reached for his skin while watching the movie.

"Hey, watch it! It tickles!", he suddenly jolted.

"Oops, my bad. I didn't even realize it.", you give him a faint smile.

"Oh really? Ya missed me so much you couldn't keep your hands off of me, huh?"

"Of fucking course I missed you! Hell, I was about to ask Solomon to teach me how to summon you."

"Can't live without me?", Mammon got closer.

"Life without you would have no meaning.", you reply hoping to catch him off guard.

Although his cheeks heated up, his gaze didn't leave yours, which was quite an accomplishment because not only is your favorite demon shy but he really liked the movie you chose.

"Ya know... It was hard to think of money making schemes when all that was popping into my head was you."

"Well I'm here now.", you kissed him hastily, "Aaaaand... I might have thought of a few ways we could trick... Uhm, sorry. A few ways we could...nudge some demons into filling up our pockets."

His eyes gleamed with desire and you weren't exactly sure if it was greed, lust or both, but Mammon looked positively hungry.

"You're the perfect woman, you know that?"

"Only the best for THE great Mammon.", you chuckled.

He kissed your lips again, this time, more passionately.

"You know, whenever I played poker in the human world, I knew I'd win everytime your pact mark lit up. That's gave me a heads up on when to fold. It was quite handy.", you confessed, "I mean, I also used some of the tricks you taught me. It wasn't exactly fairplay, but I couldn't resist.", you added.

"That's my human. Dry their pockets. How much did ya make?"

He grabbed your waist and pulled you into his lap with such ease it was like you weighted nothing.

"Not too much. I mean, I don't really go to casinos unless it's with you. I just played with some friends. But yes, I did take all their money and they didn't wanna play with me anymore."

"If you're so eager to play why don't we head down to a casino this weekend? I'll get you a dress, all you gotta do is doll up and be ready when I tell you."

The avatar of greed seemingly ran out of patience, taking off your shirt and licking his lips while admiring the view.

"Are you gonna make me gamble away my underwear like last time?"

"Hey, you make it sound like I made you give off your panties to some creep!"

You took advantage of his protest to lean in and go for the neck. In no time you had Mammon whimpering as you pressed soft kisses along his neck down to his collarbone. You licked a trail up to his ear lobe which you then bit before whispering:

"Do you still have them?"

To which he replied without words by reaching under a cushion and pulling out a pair of lacy red thongs.

"Fuck... Did you use them while I was gone?", you asked breathlessly although you knew the answer.

"I had to get off somehow...", he responded in a soft voice.

"Did you smell them, wrap them around your cock or something entirely different?"

"What kinda question is that, y/n!? Where'd that even come from!? Plus, it doesn't ever matter. You're here now so forget about that stupid pair of panties!"

Any other time you'd tease him further, but today was special and you missed him. Also, you didn't know how much time you had before his brothers would come home, so you didn't press on.

"You're right, I'd rather enjoy you.", you reached out and unhooked your bra.

Soon his hands were all over your chest, fondling, teasing and making your head fall back in pleasure.

Without too much thought, your hips started grinding, in search of friction.

"Fuck, someone's needy.", Mammon stated in a low tone.

"Ngh, can you blame me?"

You could hear a laugh escaped his lips.

"No, I guess I can't."

You couldn't take anymore teasing, so you made an effort to adjust your head and grabbed ahold of his t-shirt.

"I could just rip it off of you.", you declared in a separate tone.

"Oi, if you break it, you buy it!"

"So that's why you keep pampering me with gifts? Cause you intend to break me?"

"Is that what you want, princess?"

He knew the nickname would end you. Especially since it's been such a long time since you heard it from him. You kind of despised how willing you were to do anything he asked as long as he called you that. But at the same time it made it all ever hotter.

"Don't make me ask again, y/n.", he added.

"Yes, Mammon. Please, break me.", you started before pulling his top over his head.

In doing so, you messed up his hair but that only made him look even better. Gosh, you were so weak for this demon.

One minute his hands were on your ass and the next your panties were getting ripped.

"Hey, but you said-"

"I know, I'll buy you new ones.", he smirked.

You honestly didn't even care anymore. Desperately, you reached for the zipper of his pants, pulling it down and undoing the button.

Once again he grabbed you by the waist and tossed you around like a doll. His pants hit the floor and next thing you know he demanded you to turn around and bend down.

One hand of his was tenderly holding your abdomen, while the other tangled into your hair. His member rubber against your entry, while his lips got closer to your ear.

"Ready to see what you've been missing on?"

All you could do was moan in anticipation as he aligned himself to your entrance.

"That's not an answer, princess. If you don't tell me, I'm not givin' it to ya."

"Fuck... Yes. Please, Mammon. Hurry up and give it to me. I can't take it anymore!"

His reply was wordless, consisting only of filling you up. The deeper he thrusted, the more your eyes rolled into the back of your head. Damn, you missed this.

Instinctually, you rocked your hips to match his rhythm, although it was hard to match his speed.

Eventually, he grew bored of your sloppy moved and grabbed ahold of your hair.

"Just sit still and take it like a good girl. Ya can do that for me, right?"

Once again your only way to reply was to moan like a slut in heat. But you did comply and stop moving.

"Good girl.", he praised you.

You noticed that the more he goes without it, the more feral he becomes and less inhibited. Maybe you should start edging him when you want him to get rough.

"Fuck, it's like you were made for me."

You were about to let out another moan when a voice made your heart almost stop.

"Hey, y/n, you in there?", you identified the voice to be Satan's.

"Uh... yeah.", you did your best to sound normal.

Mammon didn't stop thrusting into you one second, nor did he slow down his pace.

"We're going to eat soon, so come to dining room as soon as you can, alright?"

"R-roger that!", you stuttered.

"Is everything okay?", Satan's tone was full of concern.

"Mhm. All good. I'm coming soon!"

"Is that so, princess? Ya comin' soon?", Mammon whispered into your ear.

You covered your mouth with one of your hands, biting into it to stop yourself from being too loud and nodded.

"Alright, be a good girl and cum on my cock."

Oh and you did. You let yourself fall into a blissful abyss of pure pleasure where the sky was fireworks and the only music heard was your lover's pants and growls.

He kept going, albeit significantly slower, until you retured to the world of the living. The moment he deemed you conscious enough, he turned you around and sat you down on the couch, more or less shoving his cock into your mouth. You eagerly took him in and hollowed your cheeks around his member, trying not to choke while he was setting the pace, guding your head with one hand, grabbing a handful of your hair.

It didn't take too much effort to bring him over the edge and make him spill into your mouth. With a bit of difficulty, you managed to swallow everything and not leave any mess behind.

In a haste, you got dressed and fixed yourself up to the best of your abilities. Unfortunately, you had to go commando this time.

"If you had been more careful, you wouldn't have lost so much grimm. That was an expensive pair and I take interest, so you'll have to buy me two.", you scolded him.

"Lost? Who says I lost anything? I'm the real winner here."

[felswritingfire]

First Parent up is Horkeu Kamui! I hope these satiates those who requested for him for a bit, I’m still getting a feel for his character! 

Under the cut for length!

Word Count: 2429 

Horkeu Kamui

IF YOU WANTED TO HAVE/RAISE BABIES, HE’D BE SO HONORED ABOUT IT

He’d probs go off into a spiel about it and you’d have to sit through this hour long talk of him shooting off about how humbled he is that “you’ve chosen this Horkeu Kamui to sire your children, my Hero- it is the highest honor-”

He’d probs end up with with three little babies, all of them boys, the oldest is two years older than the twins and all of them are extremely overprotective of you when they get older

He’s ecstatic when you bring home your first boy. He’s always been enamored with the thought of a family and now here’s the start of one with his beloved hero. He’s honestly euphoric about it 

You’d think that he'd be an amazing dad with zero problems since he’s had a history of raising heroes- but, here’s the thing, he has zero clue how babies work because when he gets the heroes, they’re usually all older then, you know, little kiddos. So when you hand him your guys’ first boy for the first time, he just, let’s him lay in his arms too afraid to move because what if he drops him????

You have to lead him by the hand for a bit, which he’s a little embarrassed about, real talk, until he gets the hang of it- which he does, he gets it real quick

He’ll try his best with diapers, but,,, my guy- the dude has a sniffer, what, 100xs better than ours??? So like, he’s coming out of that shit (haha) with tears in his eyes and a migraine. So I suggest you doing it just to spare him and then just comfort him afterward, because a Kamui who’s in pain is… well, painful to see

He does everything else tho!

He loves dressing your babies up in general! He gets these really cute baby clothes that Bathym designed just for your babies, even tho your first boy would always give him grief about wearing clothes- which killed Kamui because he hates doing stuff that makes your babies uncomfy (he’s really soft for them- like extremely soft for them) 

Your twins tho, love wearing the clothes and he actively sends pictures of them to Bathym who literally flips his lid everytime 

Your older one will try to pull said clothes off of them any chance he gets though, in his two year old words: “Trapped!”

Kamui is distressed and you laugh at his distress, which just distresses him even more because:

“My Hero, are you taking a video of this?” “Yes” You say as you continue to hold up your phone, a bright smile on your face. 

He’s struggling with pulling your biggest boy off of your youngest son who’s fighting to keep his shirt on.

With your guys’ babies, they slept in their crib until they started figuring out how to crawl out of it (especially when they all respectively start walking) to get to you guys; you thought that this was just going to be a trend with your first born- but no, he started breaking out the twins and you two almost shit when you both woke up when you felt shifting on the end of the bed that ended up crawling up until your guys’ chest, Kamui tensing, and then you two open your guys’ eyes and there’s three sets of sparkling eyes staring down at you. Suffice to say, Kamui almost launched your boys into the ceiling until he realised who they were. Which they were giggling all the while, your oldest holding the other two up by their waists, until your youngest yawned and flopped down in between you two. And then your middle boy went right after and then your oldest boy rolled your middle out of the way and squashed him up to your youngest, proceeding to curl up against Kamui’s side and knocked out

You and Kamui looked at each other until you shrugged and grabbed the blanket at the end of your bed and pulled it over the boys before you snuggled deeper into the blankets. Kamui promptly followed your lead

When they turn to toddlers, Kamui starts to teach them all how to fight since he wants his boys to be able to protect themselves (and you)

Your first born is, of course, two years ahead of them in his training compared to the twins so he takes it upon himself to help them when they need it so that their papa doesn’t have to worry about them too much, which Kamui is so proud of him for

When he he first took them to the Berserkers colosseum- they uprooted EVERYTHING because all of the gladiators went bat shit crazy when they met the babies; nobody went to do any of the fights, they were all derailed because everyone wanted to say hi to the boys

Kamui was a little worried about his oldest because he almost bit Claude’s hand when he tried to touch his youngest brother, but Claude just laughed it off and started into a spiel about how he would make a great gladiator for the Berserkers one day!

It all changed when he noticed Snow and he screamed and rushed to hug his leg. Snow was shocked and Kamui was trying to pry him off his leg all while saying “Apologies, I should have warned you all, he loves lions and other such big cats.” 

Snow was so flattered that day

The boys are enamored with Pollux and they cheer every time he’d show off his punches, your middle thinks he’s one of the coolest things ever and wants to learn how to punch like him 

Bathym already knows the boys but he’s still so excited to see them and he shows off his moves too, which the oldest tries to copy but he refuses to let go of Snow’s pant leg so he ends up slipping and almost falling but there’s, like, four different sets of hands shooting to keep him from falling; but your youngest is hoping around and toddling towards Bathym and Bathym is MELTING. He ends up holding him the entire time that Kamui is there with them 

They meet Nomad and Macan and your oldest is determined to hold onto all of the cat therians; Nomad complains as he lets him hold onto his pant leg too- Macan he has to be convinced a bit more. “Hah? You wanna get eaten, kid?” 

“Not if I eat you first!”

Kamui almost shit until Macan laughed and wrapped his tail around his arm (which left him sparkly eyed) and said: “you can’t even if you tried.”

Your middle boy noticed this and decided to grab onto papa’s tail and Kamui almost died

All three end up meeting Garmr and they are IN LOVE with him and Garmr gets all the pets and love he could ever want 

They’re all sad to leave and the Berserkers force Kamui to make a promise to bring the three babies back

Kamui is happy too because now he has like, 20 different babysitters. Score.

When they hit the tween years, your oldest is very boisterous and energetic, he bounces off the walls and you have no idea which one of you he got that from. Your other two are very calm, though your youngest is the shyest out of your boys

Your oldest boy is very popular and definitely joins a sports club, something like football, but he definitely goes into wrestling if they have that  (he practices with Uncle ‘Suke who makes him a mask for him, but instead it’s wolf themed). He’s protective of his brothers and the people he cares for, so he doesn’t put up with any bullying on his watch. He will square up if he has too, but it usually doesn’t have to come to that because he’s pretty chill by the end of it 

The oldest comes to Kamui when he needs help with emotional problems, which, might not be the best, but it also is an added oof for Kamui because your oldest has zero filter so when he asks why you have to pee into a girl to have a baby, Kamui almost DIES

  Your middle flits between you and Kamui, luckily he is not one to just hit you with any off the wall questions, so it’s all nice and relaxed when you answer his questions

The little one goes to you with any of his problems. Which can go either way because he’s very similar to Kamui with his social skills, so you’re sometimes sitting there blinking at him trying to figure out how to answer a question 

The boys at this point are becoming more and more protective of you and they are determined to keep you safe and happy. Like, any person even thinks about flirting with you- they’re getting three tweens in their face and it’s terrible because they could all snap a man’s back over their knee and they’re only, what? 13 and 11 respectively (they are huge baby bois, adopted or not) 

Your twins are both much calmer than their older brother, they’re also much closer to their dad’s disposition too, so they tend to be closer to wall flowers- or at least they try; their big brother drags them into the spotlight a lot because he talks about them ALL THE TIME- so they have to put up with their brother’s rambunctiousness a lot

All three of them have a tendency to get in trouble together, your oldest usually runs head first into things while the other two are trying their hardest to get him to not do what he wants to do

There was this one time you and Kamui had to go and get them at three in the morning because your oldest dragged the boys into, what they thought was an abandoned fake haunted house, and your youngest twin called you in near tears as he quickly screeched that: “THE HOUSE IS ACTUALLY HAUNTED- THE HOUSE IS ACTUALLY HAUNTED- MOM/DAD/NANO- COME AND GET US-” And then the message cut out at the sound of your oldest son screaming bloody murder and your oldest twin… also distantly screaming: “DAD. COME AND GET US-” You also heard some… growling??? And more screaming????? You think???? Anyway- you almost shit, and since you were in the living room at the time and Kamui was in your guys’ little home gym you both ended up almost running into each other trying to get out of the house and into the fucking car- 

So, you two get there, ready to murder someone- when you see all three of your boys sitting in front of said “haunted house” just to see Benten of all people yelling at them with Ebisu holding his face in his hands; turns out Benten also thought that the house is haunted and decided to go in their for a video, she also dragged the poor man into it too, and they ended up bumping into a dresser and knocking it over, which set off the boys which caused your son to start swinging, which kicked up a whole bunch of dust, almost got Ebisu punched in the face, and caused Benten to start swinging as well-

Long story short, they were very grounded after that 😔😔😔

By the time they get into high school, your oldest is still loud and boisterous but he’s already on the verge of getting a scholarship for his football and Wrestling and the twins have really committed to their passion: which is MUSIC!

Your oldest twin is in band and plays the French Horn, but he also plays the violin and Bass (Kamui really likes the bass so he learned how to play it just for him ); while your youngest is in choir! Him and his brother get together and do a mini concert just for you two and their older brother- who cried whenever they first played, he was so proud

Their older brother still brags about his little family- it’s actually gotten worse

All of his friends know almost everything about you guys, it’s kinda freaky tbh

Also, you will never forgive Kamui for instilling the instinct to protect you with their lives because they really take their job seriously 

There was this one time where your oldest brought one of his friends over and, aw, poor boy had a big ol’ crush and you and almost got chucked through a window when he tried to be smooth with you by three different giant boys

Kamui just sat with a serene smile on his face as he flipped some pancakes- he’s such a little shit, you swear-

Your boys still like to be near your guys despite being older- like they prefer sticking to you guys than going with their friends

UM, YOUR BOYS TRAIN- despite the boys not focusing on a fighting career or anything of the sort, they still like to be able to stand on par with their big brother so they can help him train- WITH THE RANKERS AND CLAUDE HAD TO REALLY SELL YOU TWO ON IT TO LET HIM TRAIN WITH MACAN BECAUSE, BRO, IF MACAN HURT YOUR BOYS HE WAS GONNA BE TURNED INTO A TIGER RUG BY THE BOTH OF YOu

But he’s actually a really good teacher??? Which shook the fuck out of both of you (and Nomad) 

Speaking of that, your oldest likes training with him, Snow and Nomad the most, while your oldest twin likes training with Pollux and your youngest likes learning from Bathym the most and has some scary ass kicks now 

When your boys do graduate, all of the Berserkers are there to see it and Kamui is so proud of them- he’s not one to cry but he will have this super proud smile on his face and he’ll bring his boys into his arms and squeeze them real tight- your oldest is full on sobbing because he doesn’t want to leave you guys for college; the twins are also sobbing because they don’t want to leave, but they end up going to the same college as their older brother (who is excited AS FUCK ABOUT IT) 

Another really good dad, I think he’d be really fulfilled by the end of it all- he loves his boys to death and he’s so happy you chose to have a family with him- he’s just- ah- so good

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Do you do headcanons for The Foundation Squad? If so, how would they react to be accidentally getting turned into an animal? Like a kitten?

Foundation Squad Accidentally Turning into Animals

[Including: Quill, Sora, Icarus and Tjme. Respectively @lynxlycan, @hereggssuitcasefish, and @celestialissues]

[Warnings: Like, none?]

[AN: I absolutely do accept requests/headcanons for the Foundation Squad! I like being self indulgent every now and then <3.]

Let's pretend SCP 2429 has the opposite effect where if you head in, you become an animal

Dr. Quill

Turns into a hawk. Fully aware of what's going on. Is not having it.

But I feel like Quill would also find it kinda cool?? She can't really say what's going on to researchers but gets the point across until the anomalous effects go away.

Pecks people when they try to touch her. But at the same time, will coo depending on who she's perching on.

It's really nice to fly. Kinda scary, but also really, really nice. Seeing the world from different heights... Gorgeous. Party tricks kinda happen here?? Like, falconry, but with Quill as a hawk. It's kind of an ego boost for everyone involved.

When the anomalous effects wear off, she has a different kind of appreciation for birds that she didn't have before. Might take up falconry herself, and has a natural knack for it after what happened. It's a neat skill to have and a good relationship with such fantastic birds.

Dr. Sora

Becomes a reindeer. Antlers are a little cumbersome and accidentally smacks people with them.

Sora tries to get the point across to their coworkers but damn does it not work. They're dense as all hell and they don't like that.

Being a reindeer is kinda cool though? I mean, they'd like to be their usual self but two anomalous powers on top of each other is well... That's certainly something.

Has a weird appreciation for the cold while being a reindeer. They make a lot of reindeer noises and become really vocal. They take a few runs outside, and it's honestly super freeing.

Like the others mentioned here, has a lot of fondness for reindeers after this whole thing is over. Gets a permanent nickname from one of Santa's reindeer though lmfao. Probably Dasher. Or Rudolph because their hair is kinda close to red.

Agent Icarus

Cat. A Maine Coon you'd see in AC Valhalla. Likes it. Funnily enough the wings stayed. So there's this huge winged cat running around the foundation now.

They really enjoy being a cat. Purr around the people they favor, have an excuse to hiss at others and generally, does cat things.

Yes, they get mistaken for a new anomaly by flying around the site with their wings. It confuses the hell out of everyone.

Does a lot of exploring. Is a very vocal cat and more friendly than they usually are. They're very photogenic here like everyone else. It's a little annoying that they can't quite communicate the way they want to though.

When they change back, it's just kinda "yeah okay." Is half tempted to go back in to see if they'll change into a coyote or a raven lmfao.

Dr. Tjme

She's already a fish?? Instead of making her a whole frilled shark let's pretend she becomes a rabbit. Is extremely confused. If she was a whole frilled shark, she could've just been left in the sea and do her normal thing until she reverted back.

Stop offering her carrots and stuff she'll fight you. Will snuggle on your lap though.

Hops around the site because it's a little dangerous to be a rabbit outside. A tad anomalous as a rabbit because there's scales on her body. Like little silvery jewels, patches around the forearms and legs.

Multiple staff that don't know what happened try to take hold of her because they're confused. You know that really hard stomp rabbits do when they're mad?? Yeah that.

Changes back and is happy to be a fish again. But, soft spot for rabbits. Will not give them carrots that's far too much sugar for them.

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just so y’all understand why it occasionally takes me fucking eons to update tethers:

chapter 36: 7466 words. need to rewatch scenes from 3x08. not in the mood.

chapter 37: 3285 words. mostly just a breather and a shameless excuse for embarrassed eddie/confident buck.

chapter 38: 765 words. have to rewatch eddie begins. not emotionally prepared.

chapter 39: 10,245 words. written almost a month ago now. whump. as requested.

chapter 40: 6165 words. has been open in word for over a week but i haven’t updated it so truthfully i’m not sure what’s happening in this chapter.

chapter 41: 1042 words. sexy lil daredevil rope rescue buck. beyond that, i’ve got no idea.

chapters 42-44: ??? don’t exist.

chapter 45: 2429 words. pure heartbreak.

i am ALSO working on: automatism part 3 (eddie’s POV, 7052 words) automatism part 4 (buck’s POV, 12,931 words) adventurous (sequel to frequent flyer, 6628 words) a new fic tentatively titled “madness” that incorporates all the whump prompts you guys sent me when i was actually dying of whatever superflu got into me (4751 words) a social media au that may never see the light of day (2426 words) horsepower (2835 words) and strike diamonds (10,955 words).

the cocaine-fuelled squirrel that runs my brain does an INCREDIBLE job of churning out ideas but i would really like for him to PICK A GODDAMN LANE

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Mad Love

Summary: A regular evening of studying takes a sick turn when the woman you always see at the grocery store kidnaps you. Things get even crazier when you find out why: to be the bride of the Antichrist.

Word Count: 2429

A/N: TW for kidnapping, mentions of blood, injury, forced marriage, Satanism. To clear something up, I headcanon that this takes place after Mead is resurrected as a robot, and probably a few months before the actual apocalypse. Look it? Hate it? Feedback is always appreciated, and my requests are always open!

The leaves of the large oak trees rustle in the chilly breeze, and you hug your jacket closer to your body. It’s late, the sky streaked with the dark blues and purples that a sunset leaves behind. Staying as close to the streetlights as possible, you pick up your pace and hustle to your car. Under normal circumstances, you never would have parked so far away from the library, or any building, but you had already been running late and the only parking spot available felt like it was a mile away (though that’s most likely an exaggeration). The once-full parking lot is now sparse, only a few cars remaining.

You’re naturally cautious, as most women your age are in the 21st century. If you hadn’t been so eager to finish your work, you would have walked out with your friends an hour ago. Instead, you waited until the library was nearly closed to realize that it was probably a good idea to get back home, and now there was nobody to walk out with. As a result, your keys are clutched between your fingers, acting as a makeshift weapon against anybody who dares to get close to you. There’s no cars parked directly by yours, and you can feel yourself relax knowing how close you are to a hot shower and a comfy bed. Hitting the button on your key fob to unlock the car, your hand stalls on the handle when you hear a car door slam.

You hurryingly slip into your own car, locking the doors behind you. When a knock sounds on your window, you jump and whip towards the noise. A woman with cropped black hair and dark painted lips waves at you through the glass, and after you get over your fright you realize it’s only the nice woman you frequently run into at the grocery store.

“Hello, Ms. Mead.” You greet politely, rolling down the window in order to speak with her.

“Sorry to scare you like that, (Y/N).”

“It’s fine, I’d rather it be you than someone with bad intentions.” She chuckles at your joke, placing her hand on the frame of the car to steady herself.

“I hate to bother you when I know you’re on your way home, but you wouldn’t have happened to see my son in the library, did you?”

“Your son?” You question, frowning slightly.

“Adopted son, actually. He came to me under difficult circumstances, and I’ve taken him in. You’ve probably seen him at the market with me: tall, he’s got shaggy blond hair, probably wearing black?”

“Oh yeah! Michael, right?” You haven’t seen him with his ‘mother’ for a few months, not since the day before that poor butcher got stabbed at the grocery store, but he must be back now. Ms. Mead smiles and nods.

“That’s him.”

“I wish I could say I’ve seen him, but I haven’t. He might’ve been in there though; I was pretty focused on my own stuff, and didn’t look around much.”

“Guess I’ll just wait around a little longer, see if he’s one of the last to come out.” You smile sympathetically, grabbing her hand in comfort.

“I’m sure he will, don’t worry. With a mom like you, he’s bound to have a good head on his shoulders.”

“Thank you, sweet girl.” Your smile falls slightly when her grip grows stronger on your hand.

“Have a good night, Ms. Mead.” You try to take your hand back, but to no avail. Ms. Mead’s other hand moves out of the corner of your eye, and before you can react you feel a sharp pinch at your neck. You hand flies up in alarm, only to meet a syringe sticking out of you. Your limbs grow heavy, and your head lolls to the side as your vision blurs. Right before you lose consciousness, you see the woman reach to unlock the car door, a wide smile still on her face.

Your bed is extremely warm today, and you groan in dissatisfaction when you realize you’re awake. Stretching your arms above your head, you relish the feeling of the silk sheets against your sore joints. Your eyes pop open in alarm once you remember that you don’t own any silk sheets. In a flash, the events that happened before Ms. Mead stabbed you in the neck with a needle flood your memory.

Scrambling up into a sitting position, you try to figure out where you are. The bed that you’re in is large, larger than any other bed you’ve ever slept in. The black silk sheets match the heavy black comforter, a black and red color scheme being utilized throughout the entire room. The lighting is dimmed, and a large inverted star in a circle hangs on the wall across from you. Your horror at your predicament only increases when you look down and see you’re not wearing the clothes you were earlier. Instead of your jeans and sweatshirt, your body’s covered in a black slip, and the same star-and-circle shape is on a pendant around your neck.

The door opens, and a woman in a cloak enters the room.

“Oh good, you’re awake! It’s funny; that little, itty-bitty amount of serum knocks a person out for quite some time.”

“Please help me, I don’t know where I am and I need to get out of here.” You plead, shifting off of the bed to grab her arm.

“You’re right where you’re supposed to be. Don’t worry, we haven’t started the fun without our guest of honor.”

“Are you gonna kill me?” You can’t stop your lip from wobbling, the only visible sign that you’re on the verge of losing it. The woman chuckles, and you flinch when she caresses your cheek.

“Oh no, no, no! Nothing like that.” She moves to the end of the bed, opening up a trunk and pulling out a garment bag. “Let’s get you dressed; he was the one who picked this out.”

“‘He?’” You question, but the woman doesn’t answer. Instead, she unzips the bag and pulls out a dress. “What the hell is going on here?”

“Something we’ve been waiting for for a very long time.” You want to fight, to scream and run, but even if you did manage to get out of this room, you don’t even know where you are right now. So you allow yourself to be dressed, watching in the mirror as the woman fawns over you. The outfit that ‘he’ picked out is a black dress that flows to your knees. A lace overlay completes the look, sleeves extending to your elbows. It’s a beautiful gown, and in any other situation you’d be obsessed with it.

Once you’re deemed ready, you’re dragged out of the room with a firm grip on your arm. You try to find anything to help you figure out where you are, but there’s no doors or windows in the hallway you’re being led down. When the large doors ahead of you open, your mouth falls. It looks like some kind of church, with pews creating an aisle down the center of the room. The seats are filled with people, all wearing the same cloaks as the woman you first encountered. The shape that’s on the pendant you’re wearing is prevalent everywhere, whether it be the fastenings on everyone’s cloaks or the giant one suspended at the head of the room. Dully, you finally recall that the shape’s a pentagram.

You’ve been so preoccupied in dissecting everything one-by-one, that it takes you a moment to actually grasp what’s at the end of this aisle. A tall, bald man with a black goatee stands at the top of the steps, holding a thick book in his hands. On the step below him stands a figure you’re familiar with--Michael Langdon, Ms. Mead’s ‘son.’

Even so, he looks different than he did when you last saw him months ago. His hair is longer, with the ends getting close to brushing his shoulders. He’s developed a sense of fashion, replacing the cut-off shirts and Doc Martens with a tailored suit and red bottoms. Even his demeanor has changed, and he stands proudly and confidently. He’s smirking at you, eyes glinting in the light of the flaming torches that line the walls.

A firm hand on your back has you stumbling forward, arms pinwheeling in front of you to attempt to regain your balance. You spin around, hoping that you can make a break for the main doors, but you’re stopped by two very large men who weren’t there before. Knowing that you’re not going to walk willingly, they each take an arm and haul you to the front of the room. Michael’s smirk widens to a smile as he faces you, but you’re sure your face is the exact opposite.

“Michael, we don’t have to do whatever’s going to happen. Just let me go, I won’t even tell the police.” You whisper frantically, searching his eyes for some sort of remorse.

“Why would I let you go now that I finally have you?” He takes your hands in his, and a shudder runs through you.

The overwhelming question that keeps running through your brain is why me? What compelled Ms. Mead to knock you out and kidnap you, and all of these people to become willing bystanders in whatever is about to happen. Maybe I should’ve just kept my head down whenever I saw him. I shouldn’t have offered him a ride home when I saw him walking in the rain, shouldn’t have told him how nice his smile was, or that he had a good taste in music. Would he still have singled me out then?

“Dear believers,” you jump at the booming voice of the man above you, and Michael strokes his thumb over your hand in what you assume is supposed to be a comforting gesture. “We are gathered here together in the presence of our Lord Satan and the souls of the damned, to witness this most unholy matrimony between the Antichrist and his dark bride.”

A shaky gasp expels itself from your lungs as you try to comprehend what’s happening. The entire situation is ludicrous, and if it weren’t for having woken up earlier you would try to pinch yourself to see if you’re dreaming. The mere idea of being in a Satanic church, face-to-face with the fucking Antichrist who had kidnapped you in order to marry you against your will is a plot straight out of a crazy fiction novel. Unfortunately, it’s a fiction novel you’re now living in.

“‘Matrimony?’ You don’t even know me!” You hiss, attempting to rip your hands away from him. He holds you still, and draws you even closer to him.

“Oh, my darling, I know everything about you. Our souls are entwined with each other; you were made for me, sent to me by my father to be by my side.” Tears brim up in your eyes as you look out at the crowd, desperately hoping one of them will step in, put a stop to this madness, and save you. “Continue, Anton.” Michael commands.

“Michael Langdon, as the one begotten son of Satan, you are responsible with re-molding the world in His image. Of course, no one can undertake a task such as this alone, not even the Antichrist. For that, you have (Y/N) (Y/L/N). Two souls that were specially created for one another, to help support each other, to love and to cherish each other.” The man--Anton--produces a dagger from some hidden pocket in his cloak. Michael, who apparently already knows what to do, takes it from him.

“Cut my hand, (Y/N).” Michael encourages, holding the dagger’s handle towards you. “I’ll do the same to you, and this will serve as our vows.”

“What the fuck? No!” You start shaking your head in disbelief. Michael takes your chin in his hand, forcing you to look him in the eyes. You don’t know exactly what he does, but your gazes are locked on each other no matter how hard you try to look away from him.

“Take the dagger and cut my hand.” Your movements are disconnected from your mind as you take the weapon, your muscles twitching as you attempt to gain control over your body again. The skin is easily sliced open with the smallest amount of pressure, dark droplets of blood pooling in Michael’s palm.

“How did you make me do that?” You ask, Michael gripping the dagger with his non-injured hand.

“Just a simple concilium spell; I apologize for having to use magic on you, but I promise that it’ll be worth it.” He grins, quickly slicing your own palm. You hiss at the sting of the air on your cut, Michael placing his injury against yours. The feeling of hot, sticky blood mixing together on your palm has your skin crawling. The torches flicker before going out with a whoosh, yet the room remains lit with a red glow that you can’t find the source of.

A ring appears in Michael’s hand, and before you can protest he’s slipped it on your ring finger. It’s a delicate silver band, a blood-red diamond sitting in the center of it. The cuts have both healed, dried blood being the only remaining sign that you were ever injured in the first place. Tears roll down your face while the audience cheers and the torches relight themselves.

“The vows have been completed and Satan has voiced his approval for this union. By the power vested in me by our Dark Lord, I pronounce you husband and wife.” Michael’s ecstatic at Anton’s declaration, smirking towards his loyal followers.

“May I...kiss you?” For the first time tonight, he’s hesitant. You’re completely in shock and shaking like a leaf, not even comprehending what he’s just said. Michael takes your lack of an answer as a ‘yes,’ slowly leaning in towards you and placing a chaste kiss on the corner of your mouth. It’s a gentle gesture, one that doesn’t seem like Michael at all.

“M-Michael.” You stutter, tears turning to heaving sobs as the reality of this situation sets in. Michael smiles at you sadly, taking his time to kiss the drops of water off of your face.

“Don’t worry, (Y/N). You’ll learn to accept your role in the New World, just as I have.” Your chest heaves, breathing without managing to take in any air. “I love you, so much, and you’re going to love me too.”

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OUCH MY HEART… ANON THIS WAS A GOOD REQUEST BUT MY POOR POOR HEART… i’m going to do this one with Narancia since he’s more RECENT asjgdkljgdklsa I hate wording it that way, but..... it’s true ig :’(

off the runway // vento aureo spoilers below!!

word count: 2429

( A/N  ) I accidentally made this WAAAY more angsty than I meant for it to be initially, I just went wild with ideas and. I’m sorry in advance if this makes you sad. :’) Also, please note this isn’t an x reader, just pure angst below.

under cut for length!

It wasn’t very often that you went on walks, though this afternoon was an exception. The sound of raindrops drumming onto the cement filled your mind as you walked through the quiet suburbs, no one else in sight save for the occasional person walking their dog.

 Holding your umbrella, you peeked out from beneath it eyeing the clouds, which were ominously dark. It had been raining all day, and there wasn’t any sign of it stopping anytime soon.  As you continued on your walk, you took note of the coliseum that stood in front of you. The structure itself was crumbling and damaged, and its appearance alone in the gloomy atmosphere seemed ominous. Looking around, you didn’t see any staff operating the entrance to the coliseum, since during the day it was a huge tourist attraction.

You had never been to the coliseum, although something about it seemed to be drawing you in as you walked closer to the entrance. Now that you looked, there was nobody around you, and it was eerily silent save for the sound of the rain. Taking one last glance at the area, you speedwalked into the coliseum, feeling a chill go through your body as you walked in. 

You walked down the passageway that looped around the interior of the coliseum, noting the huge gates that were positioned at every exit into the main arena. They were opened, and it seemed that they hadn’t been closed in a long, long time.

 As you made your way around the interior, you almost felt your heart stop in your chest as you spotted a figure, a boy sitting down in the corner of the hallway, next to one of the gates. You couldn’t exactly pinpoint his age, although he looked to be pretty young.

 You weren’t sure who he was, or even if he was part of the coliseum staff, but either way, you began to back up, not wanting to get in any potential trouble. 

A few inches away from the boy, you silently cursed yourself as you stepped on a twig that had been lying around the floor, the boy from before turning his head to look right at you. Freezing, you stood there for a few seconds, speechless, as you kept eye contact with the boy, his eyes squinting as he examined you, before he broke the silence.

“Wait… you can see me?” he asked, his voice echoing through the hall.

You stopped, trying to think of what to say. What type of question was that?

“Um… yeah, of course I can? ...Why?”

 You watched as the boy jumped up energetically, eyes wide and a grin on his face. 

“You’re serious? You really can see me?” 

You backed away a bit, surprised by his sudden burst of energy. 

“Uh, yeah. That’s what I said…”

“Ohh, finally! All the people that come here during the day just walk past me… I’ve never talked to anyone in here, until now!” you frowned, confused. Just how busy was it in here that people weren’t able to notice this boy? 

“Do… do you just sit there all day?” “Yeah, pretty much,” the boy said, shrugging. “I don’t really wanna be caught by security, y’know? I just don’t know where the others went.” You searched for something to say, confused by what was going on. How did nobody see this boy? Considering people were in the coliseum almost all day, someone would have kicked him out by now, wouldn't they? Swallowing the lump in your throat, you took a deep breath.

“Who… who exactly are the others?” you asked, frowning. “The other tourists that come here, you mean?” 

You and the boy sat in silence for a few seconds as he stared off somewhere, seemingly deep in thought. You didn’t want to disrupt him, although he was taking a while to respond. Finally, he looked away from you, mumbling something. “Sorry, what was that?” you asked, now thoroughly confused by the situation you found yourself in.

“I said it’s nothing,” he muttered, facing the wall. “I’d get in trouble if I told you anything about this.” You watched as he played with a piece of his hair, once again slouched over in the corner. You weren’t sure why, but you felt a strange attachment to this boy, a strong urge to help him. You inched your way towards him tentatively, not wanting to bother him too much.

As you made your way closer to him, you held in a gasp as you closer examined his figure. You weren’t sure how you hadn’t noticed it before, but the outline of his body seemed to be giving off a soft glow. It wasn’t one nearly as intense as the light coming from a lamp or a ceiling light, and instead was more ethereal, almost otherworldly. 

You wouldn’t lie, this whole experience had seemed otherworldly in a way, almost like a sequence of a dream. As you looked back at the boy, eerie silence still filled the room, the only other sound the soft pattering of rain from outside. 

Now that your gaze was fixated on the boy, you were also shocked to realize that he was almost completely motionless, his body not even moving to signify that he was breathing. 

Countless thoughts ran through your mind at this discovery, each trying to fathom how this was possible. This whole situation was very strange, and never in your life had you ever run into another situation even vaguely similar. 

As you and the boy sat a few inches away from each other, you searched for some sort of reasoning to explain what was going on. You remembered a while ago, there had been rumors of there being a lot more supernatural activity going on in the area. While you weren’t someone that fiercely believed in anything supernatural, the evidence that the boy was giving you and the stuff you had read was just too similar to be a coincidence. From the articles you read, and just general logic, everything that the boy had been doing fit the exact criteria of a ghost. You felt your heart drop as your mind fit the pieces together, realizing that this boy was likely a spirit. You were speechless, not sure what to say. Did he even know that he was no longer part of the living?

“What are you doing?” The boy’s voice snapped you out of your thoughts as you looked over to him, his bright purple eyes boring into yours. 

“Uh- I… I was wondering if you’re okay. I don’t know you that well, yes, but you’re worrying me. Are you sure you can’t tell me anything at all?”

The boy sat silent once again, and only now you also fell silent, a strange feeling overwhelming your senses. If this boy really was a ghost, then… just how long had he been trapped in here?

“...Fine, I guess I can tell you something,” the boy finally said, turning around to face you. Glancing around, you also sat down, still a fair distance away from the boy. 

“Alright, I’m listening,” you said, having sat against a wall of the coliseum interior. 

“Well… I was with some friends before. I’m not sure what really happened, I wandered off somewhere inside this place and then… well, I don’t know. I can’t remember anything after that…” 

The boy looked pained as he spoke, desperately trying to recall what had happened.

 “Well… I remember them calling out my name. That’s the last thing that I remember, everything else is just a blur,” he said, hugging his knees. “I don’t know where they are… I’ve been waiting there hoping they’d come back for me, but… I’ve never seen them since.” 

You were at a loss for words, a sharp pain deep in your heart just from listening to him talk. You never really had been someone who really believed in ghosts, or at least felt strongly about them, but this…? This was just too real for you, and you weren’t sure if you were just making this all up in your mind.

You blinked, coming back to your senses.

“I… well, I-” you stopped yourself, trying to form a sentence that would at least give this boy… reassurance? Hope? Should you just outright tell him the truth, that he was no longer living, and that his friends would never come back? You squatted to his level where he sat on the floor, a sad smile on your face.

“Look, I… I’m sorry that your friends aren’t here. I don’t know them, so I don’t know if they’ll come back… but in these types of situations, you have to have hope.” 

Although you didn’t know the boy, you already felt a strong attachment to him, your eyes beginning to water a bit. “If it helps, I can sit here with you for a while. A little company doesn’t hurt, right?” you asked, wiping your eyes a bit.

The boy hadn’t noticed your now teary eyes as he looked off, a frown still present on his face. “I mean… you’re right,” he said, looking at you. He still hadn’t noticed your tears, but he gave you a small smile as you sat down next to him, the both of you leaning against the cool colosseum wall. 

“So… how long do you think you’ve been here?” you asked gently, not wanting to pry him too much.

He sat in thought for a while before responding.

“Well… I’m really not sure. It’s felt like days, but that’s probably an exaggeration. Maybe… a few hours? A day? I’ve never really been good with time. Fug- I mean, my friend has always been the one that was the timekeeper in the group.”

“Well… I’m sure they’ll be back soon,” you said, not wanting to admit how empty your words were. The two of you sat in silence for a bit, the rain outside starting to slow down a bit, slowing down to a light drizzle. 

You were about to say something when you heard footsteps, jumping as you remembered that you technically weren’t supposed to be in the coliseum. Your guard up, you stiffened as a man walked around the corner, his gaze soft as he looked at you, or so you thought. 

He was dressed in a white suit with black spots, golden zippers adorning his outfit. He gave off the same vibes that the boy gave off as he looked at you, although It took you a moment to realize he was looking at the boy behind you, who was still looking off to the side.

“Narancia?” 

The boy perked up, his eyes wide as he saw the man standing a few feet away. “B… Bruno?” 

You sat there, speechless, as the man who you assumed was Bruno walked closer to you, his gaze skipping right over you to be fixated on the boy, Narancia. His steps echoed through the hall, and you felt the boy next to you get up as he started walking towards the man as well.

“Y… you’re here? You can see me?” the boy choked out, his face trembling as he practically collapsed into the arms of the man. 

“Yes, Narancia… I’m here. Please don’t worry anymore,” he said softly, patting him gently on the back as the boy let out a muffled sob against his shoulder, his whole body wracked with sadness.

You sat on the sidelines, still at a loss for words. The way the man comforted him reminded you of the way a father comforted his son, and you sat there for a few seconds more, quiet, as the hug finally ended.

“Please don’t cry anymore. I’m here, and I’m not going to leave,” the man said, wiping away the tears the boy had shed. 

“Y… you really mean it?” he mumbled, sniffing. “I was so scared while you were gone… I thought you had all abandoned me. I didn’t know if… if the boss was around the corner, out to get me.”

“No, Narancia,” he said, his hands on his shoulders reassuringly. “I’m here with you for good, now.” Getting up, he took the boy’s hand as he followed him out of the coliseum. You slowly got up, not wanting to directly follow them, but trailing behind a bit to see where they would go. You just wanted to make sure the boy got to wherever he was going safely.

As the pair neared the exit, you noticed that the rain had stopped, and the sun was beginning to set as the sky shone a vivid orange. The two people walked in front of you, and stopped as they reached the middle of the path leading out of the coliseum. 

As the  boy looked up at the sky in awe, you gasped as the man turned his head to look at you, a warm smile on his face. “Thank you for watching over him,” he said softly, his voice almost a whisper yet you could hear it from where you were standing.

Before you could respond, you were left speechless again as the two of them started to float in the air, their hands still intertwined as they rose. The clouds seemed to part on the sides of the sky, almost like they were two doors signaling their departure.

You stood there, at a loss for words as you watched them go higher and higher, until they seemed to vanish into thin air. You hadn’t noticed you were crying until you felt the tears roll down your cheeks, falling onto the ground below you. Wiping your eyes, you stood in the same spot for a few minutes, until you let out another gasp, gazing at the clouds.

You weren’t sure if you were just making things up at this point, but the clouds seemed to be perfect images of the faces of the spirits that you had just saw. Covering your face with your hand, you looked up at the sky. Rays of sunlight shone through the clouds, the beams of light filling your body with warmth. It was only now that you realized you had never responded to the man. A rainbow lingering above the clouds from the storm before, you smiled sadly, watching the clouds move slowly in the sky, tears starting to form in your eyes once more. “...You’re welcome.”