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[thevoidstaredback]

Enough Caffeine to Kill an Elephant

Listen. It was an accident. He didn't mean to! It just kinda happened.

So maybe he brought a drink with enough caffeine in it to kill an elephant within a few minutes, and maybe he forgot to put the sleeve on his cup so he could tell it apart from the others, but it's not his fault! He didn't think anyone else was going to have the exact same Yeti cup as him! It's not like he'd seen any of the others carry one before. Besides, he worked with superheros. They should be smart enough to check before drinking someone else's drink.

Danny had been summoned by the Justice League Dark a few years back in order to help with a world ending crisis and he just didn't leave. It's not like he could go anywhere anyway. His ghost half hadn't grown past fourteen and his human half had stopped visibly aging at eighteen. He'd had to leave town as Danny Fenton, but he'd stayed in Amity Park as Danny Phantom. When his parents died of old age, thank god, he'd closed down the portal, stuck around for a few more years, before traveling the world as Danny Fenton.

Anyway, he'd taken up residence in the House of Mysteries after the JLD had summoned him. Constantine, at first, had been wary, but he and the rest of the JLD had grown to accept him. He was an honorary member of the team.

At some point, just after Robin had become Red Robin, Danny had been introduced to the Justice League. He liked those guys, too, and worked with them sometimes. Though, he usually only went to bug them.

Red Robin had been very interested in the fact that his was fourteen and working with grown heros, like he was one to talk, but Danny hadn't explained anything other than saying that he had died and come back. The following conversation was an interesting one that lead to Danny knowing that Nightwing was the Batman he'd met and that Batman was lost somewhere. He'd confirmed that the man was not dead, but he hadn't offered to help look for him. He probably should have, in retrospect.

Back on topic! Everyone in the JLD knew not to touch Danny's drink. They'd all seen him make it before and had been horrified on varying degrees. It's not like it could kill him. He's already half dead! So long as he only drank this specific brew as Phantom, he'd be fine.

The Justice League, apparently, didn't get the memo. He blames Constantine because Zatanna and Raven can do no wrong. No, John, he's not biased.

The point is, Red Robin just had a sip of Danny's drink. The horror he now felt was akin to the fear he held when he'd told his parents he was Phantom. (An interaction that had gone very well, thank you very much.)

Danny knew the exact moment that the vigilante realized he grabbed the wrong drink. His eyes widened to an astonishing degree, and, if he'd been able to seen his eyes behind the mask, Danny knew that the man's pupils would've completely overtaken the irises. His hands started shaking, too. Oh, no. The man's already addicted to hellish amounts of coffee. This is only going to make it worse!

Quickly, and without drawing any attention, thank the Ancients, Danny rushed over. "You, um, you okay, man?" Obviously not, but he tends to talk when he's anxious and he was certainly anxious right now. He could've possibly just killed a man via poison!

"What the fuck is in this coffee?" Red Robin asked, going to take another sip.

Danny pulled the Yeti from his hand and gave him the proper one. "Enough caffeine to kill an elephant."

"Obviously not, seeing as I'm still alive."

"Yeah, I can't tell if that's a good thing or not."

"Excuse me?"

"I-I mean-! I didn't-! You know what I mean." Caffeine is poisonous in excess, and his drink was way beyond excess, but it's the only thing that works for him as a ghost! Superpowered metabolism and all that.

"Do I?" The laugh in his voice answered for him. He took a sip from his drink and frowned at it. "I don't think any coffee will ever be enough again."

"And that's my cue to get my drink very far away from you." Danny turned, fully intent on moving to the other side of the room. Besides, the meeting was going to start as soon as the Flash and Kid Flash arrived, which would be soon. Something about one of their Rouges getting out?

"What?" Red Robin asked, "Why?" If he was a little desperate to get another sip of that coffee, he'd rather not acknowledge it.

"Because you don't need anymore lethal coffee," he muttered, "The sip you took will already keep you awake for three days at least, and it probably jump started an addiction. Best to stop it now. Besides, I need to go have my crisis on how the hell you're still alive after even a sip of this stuff."

"Again, rude." The bird themed vigilante crossed his arms as best he could while holding his cup. "If it's so dangerous, why do you drink it?"

Danny took a deliberate sip as he locked eyes with the technically younger man. "I'm dead. I don't need to worry about my heart stopping or having a seizure."

"Excuses."

"No, it's not 'excuses'. I'm saving your life."

"You're a kid. If I can't have that coffee, then you shouldn't be having it."

"First, I'm older than you. Second, I already told you: I'm dead. This isn't going to hurt me. Third, you can't tell me what to do."

"There's no way you're older than me. You're like, ten."

"I'm thirty-eight!" He balked, "I only look fourteen because I died when I was fourteen. We've been over this."

Neither noticed the entire Justice League looking at them. The two they were waiting on had arrived a few minutes ago and everyone was ready to start the meeting, but they'd been distracted by the two's conversation. Was that true? Had Phantom really died so young? They'd all been made aware he was not living, but they didn't think he'd died so young! Though, that was probably the denial speaking.

The Justice League Dark had been fully aware of this and didn't really bat an eye. Though, someone should probably get this meeting started. A potentially world ending threat was the topic, and that was a pretty important thing to discuss.

Captain Marvel was the first to pull himself together, though that was only after Atlas and Zeus had mentally slapped him out of his stupur. "As, ah, riveting as this conversation is," he stepped between the two boys- er, boy and man? "we really need to start this meeting."

Batman did not clear his throat because he'd not lost his voice in the first place. "He's right. Everyone take your seats."

Storyboard Part 2

[elaemae]

The premium version of human is here to wreck house, mfs.

Twst x Obey me!AFAB!reader

(Reader is Ob's MC)

CW:

•NO APPEARANCE SPECIFIED FOR READER.

•Poly.

•Cursing.

•Reader is referred to as "you" or they/them and even "he/him" because NRC boys refer to any living humanoid in the school as a male by default.

•Crowley.

•It's my first time writing a fanfiction, pls tell me if I should continue writing this.

(Random pic go brr—)

What will happen when a perpetually hungry-for-cuddles and tired-of-this-shit hooman gets kidnapped by a motherfucking horse and decides (kinda? Yeah nope. This wasn't by choice.) to enroll in a school full of problematic kids and their irresponsible af headmage?

Chaos. Pure and utter chaos with a lot of high-end simping in the mix (Along with the slightly unhinged urge to commit arson and burn a bitch to crisp)

So read as [y/n] tries to run away from the school-life while trying to just get back to their goddamn harem family (God saw this thought and decided that giving y/n more harem members is the appropriate course of action), all while juggling the harsh responsibilities of being a guardian, babysitter, therapist, healer, protector, local crush and celebrity for poor Yuu and the entirety of NRC.

("Pls send help" — y/n)

• • • • •

Disclaimer: You may have been kidnapped to a whole 'nother world and you may be on the verge of a mental breakdown, but you're sure as hell gonna look hot and serve cunt while you go through all your problems.

Prologue: 1

IMPORTANT: Mc will be referred to as they/them in this story, but in these beginning chapters a lot of people will refer to mc as a dude because y'know; NRC is an ALL BOYS school and nrc students came to expect that those in the school are all boys.(this'll change dw)

In order to avoid confusion, every time that the MC is addressed by others as he/him or more; I will color it blue. why blue? I find it easier to read.

Sample; 'He turned to them.'

The "He" in this passage is referring to MC because the character referring to them thinks that they're a guy.

REMINDER: This is Fanfiction! Not everything will be the same as canon because of this thing called the 'butterfly effect'.

• • • •

The Dorm Leaders + lilia were just about to call this Opening Ceremony over.

So close to getting out of this hall and finally being able to go on their merry ways to escort the new students back to their respective dorms before the hectic-ness of preparing for hours starts to catch up to them.

Though, things are never quite that easy in NRC.

A commotion with the students quite far from them leaves the majority of them annoyed/disgruntled. (Kalim is just confused and curious)

The headmaster rushes to check what was wrong only for a student to point out that there is an unopened coffin floating in a shadowy part of the hall.

Armed with the desire to get this shit over with and to avoid embarrassment from missing a coffin when he was going around opening them and also, with Yuu waiting near the mirror, the headmaster opens the coffin to wake the new student inside.

The dorm leaders walked closer to be able to quickly usher the new student to the dark mirror only to notice that the headmaster froze up.

"...Headmaster? Are you alright?" Azul "Boutta-do-sumthin-devious" Ashengrotto asked with faux concern.

"Ah– Ah yes! I'm alright Mr. Ashengrotto."

Crowley the bitch cleared his throat and reached inside the coffin to wake the student up.

"Hmm..."

The dorm leaders subconsciously or not, peaked inside the coffin before getting gobsmacked by the sleeping student.

Sure, the student looked quite cute ("New potential apple locked in" — Vil.) even with half of his face obstructed but what really drew their attention were the jewelries that he was wearing.

Three luxurious looking earrings on each of his ears, all unique from each other, all with a respective color and design except for that one earring with two gemstones connected to it, orange and indigo. Seven gems, six earrings

An ornament on his forehead that looks to be a combination of a circlet and a Ferronnière made from gold, with intricate black bat-like wings surrounding the red gemstone in the middle.

And that's just the jewelry on his head.

There's also the sleek black choker with a golden sheen on his neck with a teal gemstone surrounded by small diamonds hanging in the middle.

They don't know if this guy has anymore but the jewels they can see for now is more than enough for them to make the deduction that this student has some alot of money on his hands.

No wonder the Headmaster froze up.

Azul subconsciously starts fixing up his appearance when he starts to wake up, wanting to make a good impression on a potential, rich victim client.

• • • •

"Mmh... What the hell.. Why is the bed so hard.."

You mumbled as you stirred, feeling someone lightly shaking you awake.

You opened your eyes, expecting maybe the brothers, solomon, dia, barbs, simeon or luke but you were instead met with a face obscured by a dark bird mask.

"..."

"..."

"You have two seconds to unhand me before you lose your hands." or your life. Depends on who I can summon first.

You made your voice as cold and unwelcoming as possible as the man with the bird mask squawked and backed away a bit in shock.

"H– How rude..! I'll have you know that I was only–"

"Where am I?"

You cut off the weird looking bird-man as you scanned your surroundings and moved to come out of the coffin why were you in a coffin? you were in, in fear of it closing and locking you inside.

You glance warily to the bird-man while keeping an eye on the huge number of robed individuals that you can see. are you in a cult? Damnit, did one of the Brothers' crazy cults decide to kidnap you out of jealousy again??

Especially the seven (reminder that lilia is there with the Housewardens) closest to you and bird-dude.

Some solomon-kinnie motherfucker is currently eyeing you down like he's about to sell your kidneys to the black market or something.. Hmm... Your fight or flight instincts are telling you to sell HIS kidneys instead.

*Ehem*

Burd-dude cleared his throat and addresses you.

"It seems that the teleportation magic has left you disoriented... No matter, I can forgive your offense of trying to threaten me for I am gracious!"

He then looked weirdly like a combination of preening peacock and a proud chicken.

"I repeat. Where in the unholy trinity of the three realms, am I?"

Now that raised a few eyebrows.

You feel for the necklace under your clothes that Thirteen gave you, filing the question of why you're also wearing the same robe as these people away, in your head.

While the guy that you now dub-thee as "bird-bitch" started gawking at you and going on a tangent of being disrespectful, you scan the big hall/room you're in looking for ways to escape.

• • • •

Hmm... This new student seems to be a knowledgeable individual.

Lilia kept his gaze on the student, studying how he took on a defensive stance the moment he got out of the coffin.

They need to calm this student quickly before something happens.

The student seems to be confused on why he's here and is looking for a way to get out.

If the way his eyes moved around the room in quick succession is any indicator.

Not the first time that something like this happens but add in the magicless student's appearance, he gets the feeling that something strange will occur once again.

Seeing him take out and grasp the palm-sized gemstone of a whole 'nother necklace hidden under his robe how many trinkets does this boy have??, Lilia got ready to jump in the fray should something happen.

There's a possibility that the student can use that necklace as a weapon if that was what he chose to hold in this situation and not his other shiny ornaments.

Lilia was proven right when the necklace and the gemstone glowed and formed into a fancy-looking staff that the student quickly pointed towards Crowley.

He looked at the dorm leaders around him to see if any of them will do something.

...

yeah no. If anything, they look like they're watching an amusing show. Especially Schoenheit and Kingscholar..

Though it seems more like Riddle is still assessing the situation before he brings out his infamous collar.

Haahh.. Youngsters these days..

Chapter list | → PROLOGUE 2: ELECTRIC BOOGALOO

Elae: Sorry if my grammar is off, English isn't my first language.

Btw, Thanks for reading this far! Hope you enjoyed it😊

Srry if my format is also off, I've only been using tumblr for a few days now...

MOST IMPORTANTLY; Should I continue reading this fanfic? I wanna know if people still read Obey mexTwst stories here...

[hufflepuffwritingstuff2]

Forced Vacation- Part 1

Hero collapsed on the couch, not even bothering to change out of their suit. They were just drifting off when they heard the latch to their window click, then the window opening. Hero groaned. They were so tired, why did they have to deal with a break-in?

They willed themselves to move; they opened their eyes and saw a shadow looming over them. Before they could react, something sharp pierced their thigh. Hero cried out, glaring up at Villain.

“What was that for!?”

“Shh, go back to sleep,” Villain whispered.

“I most certainly will not!” Hero shouted, “I- I… I...mm…”

Hero blinked in an effort to clear their blurry vision. Villain got off of them and started looking around Hero's apartment. Hero rolled off the couch and crashed to the floor with a thud.

“Villain!” Hero slurred, “get back here!”

“Which way to your bedroom?” Villain asked, ignoring them.

“I'm not telling you!”

“Fair enough, I'll find it myself, it's not like you live in a mansion… I should really fix that.”

Villain hummed to themselves while Hero pathetically crawled after them. Villain started going through Hero's dresser, pulling out various garments like- swimwear!?

“Did you just come here to steal my wardrobe?” Hero mumbled.

“Oh please,” Villain scoffed, “who would want these? I have half a mind to call the fashion police. Hm, we'll just pick you up some things along the way.”

Hero was finding it increasingly difficult to focus. Villain stalked over to them, crouching down to inspect them.

“You're not out yet?” Villain asked, tilting their head.

“No,” Hero bit out, “I'm…not…”

Hero's eyes fluttered shut as they collapsed on their side. They distantly felt Villain scoop them up in a bridal carry, then there was nothing.

…

Hero stirred to a pressure in their ears. Their eyelids slowly lifted and they saw Villain sitting opposite them, reading a book.

“Morning,” Villain drawled, turning a page, “or afternoon. I don't keep track of the time zones up here.”

Up here? Hero ‘s head swiveled to the side. They looked out a small, round window and saw fluffy white clouds and a blue sky. Their eyes went wide. They turned back to Villain, and sprang to their feet. Well, they tried to, but something kept them in place.

“That's for your own safety,” Villain said, gesturing vaguely to the various straps pulled taut across Hero's body, “and my peace of mind.”

“Safety!? A seatbelt is safety, Villain! This is- what even is all this!? Why am I on a plane, why am I strapped down, why did you kidnap me!?”

Villain snapped their fingers, and a henchman brought over a glass of water with a straw. They held it to Hero's lips. Hero then realized how dry their mouth was, and reluctantly drank against their better judgment.

“That's drugged,” Villain said nonchalantly.

Hero froze, having already swallowed most of the water. Villain finally looked up from their book and laughed.

“Oh, your face~,” Villain cackled, “too cute! It's just spring water, Hero, with a little bit of lemon.”

Hero visibly relaxed.

“As for your other questions,” Villain continued, “I know you, Hero, and I know when you're overdoing it. As such, I've decided its in your best interest as my nemesis to arrange a vacation for you; well, for both of us, but mostly you. We're going to a tropical island far away from any cities , criminals, or corrupt justice systems.”

“Villain!” Hero protested.

“Hero!” Villain replied with a smirk.

“I can't go on vacation! I have way too much to do! I-” Hero struggled some more in the restraints “-Let me out!”

“Those are there to make sure you don't try anything reckless,” Villain stated, “so calm down, and enjoy the flight.”

A henchman pushed a button, and a TV lowered down from the ceiling. They put a remote control in Hero's hand, then nodded to Villain.

“You will let me know if you get motion sickness, won't you?” Villain asked, picking their book up again.

“UGH!”

...

When they landed, Villain set their book down and reached in their belt pocket for something. They produced another syringe.

“Oh come on!” Hero whined.

“It's not that bad,” Villain argued, “just a small pinch, look-"

Villain injected the contents into Hero's leg. Hero stifled a yelp. Two henchmen came and unstrapped Hero from their seat. Hero immediately stood, only to lurch forward. Villain caught them easily.

“Falling for me? You flatter me,” Villain teased.

“Get off,” Hero said, “I appreciate the concern, but you can't just kidnap people whenever you feel like it!”

“Of course I can, I'm doing it right now, aren't I?”

Villain lifted Hero up into their arms, walking them off the plane. Hero fought to stay awake. Villain deposited them in a luxury car, climbing in next to them. Hero dozed off a moment later.

Part 2

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[xueyidweams]

rambling once again (aventurine x cat-person gn!reader) (this kind of pattern is what I’m talking about.) (read more bc this became quite long, sorry!!!)

Aventurine in his life of working for the IPC has come across a lot of stealers or kids trying to find their food for the day. he usually gives them some money and send them on their way. however, he really didn’t expect for someone to try and rob him in Penacony, in the dreamscape no less. Somehow he didn’t sense the man hurling himself towards him and grunted in surprise as he was pushed down, before he could even open his eyes the man was off of him and running away with claw marks all over him.

dumbfounded, he gets up and looks around, only to find two cat eyes staring at him… except they weren’t a cat… well.. half cat half person? He thought the species went extinct long ago. though, you were living proof of the opposite. you helped him sit up, he felt your claws brush against his knuckles and you felt the coolness of his rings on your paw-hand. observing his every move with utmost attention, your feline eyes following his every mimic and body movement.

“well thank you kind stranger—“ you accidentally cut him off as you smell him closely and realize who he is, he smells just like those bastards from the IPC! way too rich to be true smelling! your ears curl backwards and you pull yourself away hastily as you run away from him. He blinks as he sees you run, so fast… is this why the IPC hunts you all down like you’re all one of a kind? He yells after you, “Hey wait! just listen to me, please!“ you look back at him, your teeth snared and your pupils as slanted as they can be, “leave me alone IPC scum!”

you turn a few corners and your eyes widen in horror to see a dead end… what the hell, you know this place like the back of your hand! did they build this just now or have you been hanging in the unfinished part for way too long? the hairs on your tail stand up and your ears curl back as you hear his footsteps, taking a step back your back meets the wall with an oomph.

“Hey look— don’t be so hostile, we don’t have to be enemies. you can trust me.” yeah right. with those eyes? they’re unnervingly pretty and somehow frightening. your gut is telling you to run but your heart is hammering way too fast in your chest and the sound is drowning out his voice and you feel like everything you’ve had to endure to not fall into IPC’s slimy hands again has all been for nothing and—

you feel a hand on your arm, you look up and meet his eyes. then you feel the warm tears staining your cheeks, your tail hugs your leg as your ears droop, “look. please don’t give me up to them, i’ll literally do anything. do you want any dirty work done? i can do it! please just leave me alone, i don’t want to go back i can’t go back!” you see his eyes… soften somehow. to him, you’re a stark reminder of who he was, maybe still is. the way you fight so hard to protect the most precious thing to you, your freedom reminds him so much of the unsavory memories that he doesn’t notice he is squeezing your arm a bit hard and some of the fur is stuck on his rings. you flinch and grimace and he untangles your fur from his rings, he pulls his hands off of you.

he coughs in his hand and looks at you once more, voice softer yet firm. “im not going to hurt you or give you up. that’s not my job anyways. i just wanted to thank you, for helping even though it could put me in serious hot water. cats hate water right?” you half rolls your eyes at his teasing remark, “yeah yeah pretty boy, cough up some cash if you want to thank me. thanks for not turning me in but empty sentiments won’t feed me when i have to wake up from this dream.”

he smiles and takes off the ring from his index finger, he looks at you, “can i hold your hand?” you feel a slight warmness spreading through your face and squint your eyes, “fine but don’t try anything funny!” he chuckles and takes your hand in his gently, “wouldn’t dream of it.” he slips the ring on your ring finger, winking at you. “you can sell this for at least five hundred thousand credits, plenty to eat hm?” you look at your finger, the ring and at him as your heart does summersaults in your ribcage. you’ve never… even as a tease you’ve never been flirted with this is—

he takes advantage of your stupor and strokes your shoulder, squeezes slightly and gives you a smile. “you haven’t seen me and i haven’t seen you, yes?” you nod, speechless but thankful. he turns around and you finally get your voice back, “wait!” he looks back, his eyes watching you with interest. he raises his eyebrows, “thank you. i dont know what else to say but i’ll never forget this. and i wasnt’… joking when i said i could do your dirty work. so if you need something and i can get it done, i’ll do it free of charge.” you manage to tumble out as your voice trembles a bit, still shocked. his smile returns, “I’ll think about it, maybe fate will make us cross paths again huh?” he gives a little wave and starts walking, “oh also, do take care of your fur, it’s rather soft.”

you look dumbfounded, your face morphing from surprised to angry to flustered but he has already left. you look at your ring finger again and play with the ring, maybe the aeons have pitied you now?

‘he’s really pretty…’

you think to yourself as you pocket the ring and think of all the fish, meat and bread you’re gonna eat. and maybe you’ll try that soul glad thing.

[eruden-writes]

Choosing the Bear - Part 1 (Shifter x Human)

Inspired by the Man or Bear in the Woods question/meme.

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 (coming soon?)

♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

If you found yourself at night in a forest – somewhere that made bumfuck nowhere look like New York City – would you choose to be alone with a man or a bear?

Bambi Rose Barker was stuck in the middle of both answers. Literally.

She stood stock still, eyes wide, chest heaving and aching for air while her stomach lurched. Moments earlier – or maybe half an hour ago, she couldn’t tell – she had managed to escape her kidnapper’s cabin with the man hot at her heels. It had been a mad dash through the night, dressed in only a tank top and a pair of daisy duke shorts and choking down pain as her bare feet slammed over rocks, branches, and uneven terrain.

Luckily, a full moon cast light over the world, so Bambi wasn’t exactly stumbling without sight. Fumbling through the forest without shoes was still a bitch on the soles, but she simply gritted her teeth and continued forth.

When she caught sight of the bear a few yards ahead, her racing feet and thoughts froze. She couldn’t really be seeing a bear, right? Under the moonlight and swirling starlight, she squinted. But it was hard to deny that the bright white creature was anything but a bear.

Her adrenaline shifted from fleeing her pursuer as she slowed to calculating whether ursine or man was a larger threat.

Behind her, the man howled as he tromped through the mountainside forest, “Bambi, get back here! I just wanna talk things out!”

It wasn’t the first time she’d had a man chasing her with a shotgun. Growing up in the country, with little to do except get in trouble, Bambi and a group of friends often found themselves running off into the dark, being threatened by an angry elder with a shot gun.

The man tailing at her heels wasn’t crochety Mrs. Jenkins, who was more bark than actual bullet.

No, she was well-acquainted with Duke Walker. They’d grown up in the same town and known each other forever.

There was one key difference between Duke and the other men of Hartwell: his family owned the little town. By and large, he was better off than most people in Barfield and he got away with a whole helluva lot more than the average folk.

Which included stalking, as Bambi had learned over the last two years of their separation. He was about to add kidnapping and possibly murder to the list, as well.

But Duke was a human. A five-foot-eleven-inch human that might have a chance to be reasoned with.

Whereas the bear…

Well to start with, it looked about as tall as the Wicked Warrior from the Monster Truck Derby her pa used to take her to when she was a kid. Which had to be at least ten feet tall, though maybe kid Bambi was coloring her memories. It didn’t help that the bear looked to weigh just about as much as the Wicked Warrior to boot.

To end with, judging from the size and coloration, it looked like a polar bear. As in one of the few creatures that actually saw humans as a viable snack.

While Bambi hadn’t been an ace at high school geography, she was pretty damn sure the Appalachian Mountains were too far south for a polar bear.

Confusion warred with uncertainty, keeping her frozen in place as the bear lowered onto all four paws. A faint part of Bambi’s mind realized it had been rooting around in a tree and, a little hysterically, she wondered if polar bears ate honey.

Just as the bear lumbered closer to Bambi, Duke crashed through the brush behind her. The flaps of his flannel button-up, unbuttoned, flared behind him as his white tank top nearly glowed in the moonlight. “Christ, woman! I told you I just wanted ta’ talk and you gotta go and make a scene—“

Jolting, Bambi spun toward Duke. It would’ve been a lie if she didn’t take some satisfaction in watching awareness dawn on his as he finally saw the bear. He paled to a shade almost as white as the creature, gripping his gun tighter. She watched the knot in his throat bob, fear freezing him momentarily in place.

For some reason, seeing Duke like that sparked something inside Bambi. Balling her fists, she nodded toward the gun in his hands. “If you just wanna talk, Duke, why do you got a gun with you?”

Her words made Duke snap his attention back to her, eyes wide with horror and anger. “Now’s not the time for all that! Do you not see the hulking white beast behind you!?”

“I do, but it ain’t threatening me with a damn gun and it hasn’t been the one stalkin’ me for years and kidnapping me,” she spat back, though she very pointedly shifted so her back wasn’t to the bear or the man.

A chuff from the bear startled her attention back to it, her heart tripping in her chest. She glanced toward it, risking eye contact that could very well end her life. The bear’s head slightly tilted toward her, ears giving a twitch, but it didn’t growl or lift a lip in a snarl. Even without the signs of imminent danger, Bambi’s heart thrummed in her chest.

Albino, she thought. The white bear couldn’t be a polar bear, it had to be albino! But didn’t albino animals have red eyes? And no pigmentation in the rest of their body? She swallowed as her eyes dropped from the creature’s dark eyes to its black nose.

The cock of Duke’s rifle snagged Bambi’s attention back toward him. Finally, a growl burbled up from the bear and she heard it shift, could feel it rising up on its hind feet. Apprehension prickled over her body, finding Duke lining up a shot through the scope, lip curling as he snarled, “You need to back away from that damn thing! Don’t you got any sense?!”

A sudden surge of protectiveness overcame Bambi as she took a step closer to the armed man. “Duke Walker, put down the damned rifle! It wasn’t doing a thing before you started threatening it.”

“Don’t you Duke Walker me! It’s a—“

Before Duke could finish his retort, the huge bear crested the distance faster than Bambi would have guessed. Stunned, she couldn’t even shriek as the bear descended on Duke, huge paw arcing down to swipe at the rifle. She only heard the man give a startled cry before a loud, piercing gunshot rang out. With a clatter, the rifle went flying and Duke stumbled back, bloody gouge marks trickling down his arm and chest. Another growl warbled from the bear as it stood up straighter.

As Duke turned tail and sprinted back the way he came, the bear didn’t pursue. It merely stood, as if watching the man disappear into the woods.

And suddenly, Bambi realized she was alone with the hulking beast. As quick and quiet as she could, she began sidling away from the creature, mentally trying to determine which direction she should run to avoid Duke. However, the bear shifted toward her and she realized, with a start, that red blossomed along its fur.

Duke had shot it.

With a  groan, the bear lowered down to all four, its torso seemingly heaving.

Sense and compassion held Bambi locked in place, part of her wanting to check on the creature while the logical side of her told her to bolt. Besides the fact it could be a polar bear – there’s no fucking way it’s actually a polar bear, Bambi’s logical side snarked – it was injured, meaning it had both a hankering for human and was likely scared while in pain.

Before Bambi could decide what to do, a smaller figure crashed through the tangle of forest. “Dad! Dad! What’s goin’ on? Did you hear that gunshot?”

The little figure paused, eyes widening and voice softening with worry, “What happened to you?”

With a jolt, Bambi realized she recognized the voice. Squinting, she took a step closer. “Mercy? Mercy Clements?”

Startled, the girl turned toward Bambi as she hovered near the bear. The light of the moon caught her wide hazel eyes, casting them with a silver sheen. Like a fish, her mouth opened and closed, obviously trying to come up with something to say.

Wait, she’d said ‘dad’ thought Bambi. And then she had ran toward the bear, asking the creature what happened. Bambi’s gaze flicked from the bear to the girl and back to the bear, a perplexing suspicion taking root. There was no way to confuse a behemoth like that for a human, even in the dark.

“Zeke?” Bambi narrowed her eyes, focusing on the bear. There was no way the bear was Zeke Clements. There was no way the bear was anything other than a bear!

Something in the bear’s demeanor flinched – or so Bambi thought – and her denial wavered.

[milkratz]

Loving Johnny wasn’t exactly planned, and honestly, it took a really long time for Ghost to notice just how deep he had fallen.

There wasn’t anything spectacular happening when Ghost realized just how fucked he was. He had made his way to the mess hall, sat down with his plate of food, and then reached out to hand Soap the admittedly stale, but arguably best part of their meal, bread roll. Only to stop. Because Soap wasn’t beside him

Because Soap was on a mission. And not here to bug Ghost for his bread- Though, now that he thinks about it, he can’t remember the last time Johnny asked for his bread. He just... got used to giving it to him. Even though the bread was the best part of the meal.  

Ghost stared at the roll in his hand, a small frown on his face. Come to think of it, this wasn’t the weirdest thing that’s been happening. There were a lot of things that weren’t adding up when it came to Soap.

Like how Ghost let Soap rest his head on his shoulder, even going as far as to push the sweaty hair that fell into Soap’s face. How his eyes would trace Soap’s sleep-swollen face, his heavy lidded eyes, his roughened voice and thickened accent when he awoke in the morning. Or the way he’d silently sniff the air around Soap, trying to take in the scent of his cologne; Somehow, the smell had become familiar and comforting, making Ghost feel safe, almost. 

How their conversations were easy. Ghost didn’t feel stilted around him, even laughing. The wit flew easy from his tongue, their banter casual and exciting. How they’d sit together in the common room, or recreation room, the silence comforting, Soap’s pencil or pen scratching at the paper of his journal, Ghost simply enjoying the silence with a cup of tea, that Soap brewed in the shitty little military-funded kitchen. The tea was halfway decent, for tea leaves that could kill a small child. 

The way Soap’s boisterous laughter drove away Ghost’s lingering thoughts. His wide grin, leaking manic energy. His chaos. The way his face went stone-cold when they were on a mission, but how his eyes lit up with excitement in the heat of the field. Oh god, his eyes. Like droplets of the bluest ocean, shining with that dangerous gleam. His tanned skin, plump lips, how Ghost’s eyes would follow the shape of his-. Ghost flushed at the thought. The roll in his hand felt more like a stone.

Fuck. He was in love. 

[boyakishantriage]

"They were called concentration camps. And it wasn't to enrich the species. Don't know where the hell you got that from, "historian." "

She'd spat out the statement like poison, bitter as she displayed the images. Bodies mutilated, people beated, starving, thin and pale as the snow around them.

"What-"

"This group were Jews, the soldiers were called Nazis, specifically National Socialist German Workers' Party. They were humans, but back then. Well back then they were Nazis."

She'd leaned back into her seat, nestling herself into the chair. Letting the history obsessed alien absorb her words.

"So Sampson lied?"

"If you mean Sampson Limberdov, he's a neo nazi. The last generation of Nazi before we'd hunted them down set up a new group. Doesn't really matter, all you need to know."

The slideshow showed the fearful eyes of the hung up man.

"He's not human. He's a mass murdering rapist pedophilic terf mother fucker. Creating four seperate cults that ended the lives of fourteen thousand youths."

"That's. You're lying."

She looked at the alien in the eye.

"Why would I lie?"

They were called Orsi, from the planet Osmo. A species who'd been the second wave of species to join the Federation, one of the most prevalent historical archivists. And she'd explained.

"This has no evidence-"

"I'd say the human race telling you this last being enough evidence."

She pushed another button.

"85 million dead. Of a population of 1.2 billion people, sure, it might just be a tiny fraction. But considering the largest death count from a war was during the time of Rome. At least a thousand years before world war two. We weren't going to forget anytime soon."

Rising to her feet, she pushed another button.

"You've heard of our genocides, wars, pandemics. So much death and destruction leading to today. 5 hundred thousand years since world war two. And you want to say I'm lying about all the deaths?"

Leaning in close, eyes tear less as she looked down at the bird.

"I didn't say that. It's just... Why didn't they tell us?"

She snorted, lighting her cigarette.

"Hell if I know. Probably because your sources were Nazis."

"What is a Nazi anyways?"

"National Socialist German Workers' Party"

"I mean yeah, but-"

"So. A really long time ago, humanity was a bunch of apes running from predators..."

[stanchett]

Hey, I saw your post about requests and I wanted to ask if I could request a fic with Larissa and f reader. Reader is very shy about Larissa and Larissa thinks she is trying to hide something (maybe that she is up to no good) but in reality reader is just trying to hide her massive crush on Larissa? thank you <33

Thanks so much for the prompt!! I hope this is alright :)

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Nervous

1.4k words

Larissa Weems made you nervous. That much was obvious, if only to you. Every time you passed her in the hallway, you all but held your breath until you were safely several paces past her. Especially when her choice in perfume made your head spin anytime you got a whiff. It didn’t help when she stared you down as you passed, almost like she could sense something was off about you. Her kind eyes and sweet smile kept her speculation guarded, however, so you never caught on that it hurt her feelings when you would hardly look her way.

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Being the newest hire at Nevermore, you knew your 90-day review was coming up, and quickly. You practically counted the days on your calendar, both eager and overwhelmingly anxious to have any sort of one-on-one time with the principal. She made your hands clammy, your voice shake and your thoughts clouded. You couldn’t help yourself. From the moment your interview for the position began, you knew you would be head-over-heels for the statuesque woman who now haunted your dreams in the best way.

Your review was 3 days away when you got an email from Principal Weems, reminding you to be in her office on Tuesday at 8am sharp. Your heart dropped, wondering if you should reply or just show up at her door when the time came. Tapping your pen on your desk, you decided on a curt reply of, “I’ll be there!!” and prayed your nervousness didn’t translate through the screen. As your students filed into the classroom for the day’s lesson on Outcast History, you dismissed the message from your mind and shut your laptop, picking up a green dry-erase marker. “Textbooks open to chapter 3 please! Let’s begin..” Your students listened with poorly-disguised disinterest as you outlined the coming chapter for them, your heart beating in time with the ever-ticking clock in the corner of the room.

The next day and a half passed you by in a blur. It was Monday night and you were depleted from the day you had; a typical Monday, your least favorite day of the week, the only exception being your confrontation with the principal thanks to a few students who made it their goal to disrupt the class and make your afternoon a living hell. You didn’t enjoy punishing your students, but you couldn’t help replaying that portion of the day in your head.

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After a sudden outcry from the back row of the classroom, you stood from your seat and scanned the students along the wall. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, aside from a clearly panicked young girl with her knees squeezed to her chest at her desk. Three boys were giggling under their breaths, and out of the corner of your eye you spotted a charcoal-colored spider scurrying into a crack in the floor. You took a deep breath and asked your teaching assistant to take charge of the lesson; you had no choice but to escort the troublemakers to the principal’s office. “You three, come with me. Let’s pay a visit to Principal Weems, shall we?” The deviants’ snickering quickly subsided as they gathered their belongings and trudged down the halls behind you, a small sense of relief overcoming you in knowing they couldn’t see the flush already coming over your cheeks at the thought of being in the presence of your crush.

You stopped at the looming set of mahogany doors before you, almost hesitating to knock. Shaking off your nerves, you tapped your knuckles against the wood. A soft “Come in,” resounded from the other side, and you pried a door open to find Larissa typing away on her laptop. Peering over the screen, a smile spread across her features, and you thought you would melt on the spot. Reeling in your feelings for the principal, you motioned for the delinquents to follow after you into the room. The last of the three tried to turn heel and run, but you quickly grabbed him by the backpack and dragged him in behind the others. The stunt pulled you back to reality as well. You cleared your throat as the group of you approached Weems’ desk, their heads all hung in shame. 

“Maybe you three would like to explain to Principal Weems why you think it’s appropriate to conjure spiders and harass your fellow classmates in the middle of a lesson instead of paying attention.” The principal’s eyebrows shot up in surprise, this being the first incident since your start at Nevermore. She looked to you, then to the young offenders, then back to you. 

After a long silence, one of them piped up, “We were just messing around.. We’re sorry,” followed by a chorus of apologies from the others. The principal, satisfied with their remorse, folded her hands on her desk and addressed the students directly. 

“Very well, you three will be serving detention with Ms. Y/L/N tomorrow afternoon. Please return to class and do your best to behave.” You turn to leave with them, more than ready to release the breath you had been holding since entering her office. “Miss Y/L/N, might I have a word with you?” You felt your blood run cold. She wanted to speak to you. Alone. You had been mentally preparing for your meeting in a day’s time, but her sudden request caught you off guard. You swallowed and turned back to her, avoiding her gaze. 

“Yes Principal Weems?” She stood from her place at her desk, carefully pacing around to its front where she leaned back against it and crossed her arms only a few feet from you. 

“Is there a particular reason you’ve been avoiding me as of late? Myself and the rest of the staff have been nothing but accommodating to you, and yet I get the sense that, perhaps, it isn’t enough. Am I wrong?” A concerned expression crosses her features, and you feel your heart break into a million pieces. You never meant to come across that way. You only wanted to keep your distance due to your shyness - and massive crush - and she interpreted it as you being standoffish. “Or perhaps.. There’s something you’re keeping from me?”

You hesitantly took a step forward, “N-no Ms. Weems, I don’t mean to come off that way at all!!” You spoke with your hands, as though they would help you verbally defend yourself, “I’ve just been.. Focused on my work, that’s all. I’m still adjusting to my new schedule and surroundings, it’s nothing personal.” You let out a nervous laugh. You couldn’t tell her the truth, she couldn’t know about how you practically fell in love with her the first time you set eyes on her. In a sudden burst of confidence from your false confession, you took the risk of letting your eyes wander up her figure, taking in her curves and porcelain skin. Her long fingers gripping her biceps in anticipation of your excuse. You flushed when you reached her eyes, already glued to you with an eyebrow raised in a silent question. She saw you check her out. You contemplate jumping out the nearest window when she steps forward and gestures to the door, implying you follow her.

“Thank you for easing my worries, Ms. Y/L/N. I’m glad we were able to clear things up between us,” she rests her hand on the knob, turning toward you to tower over you only inches away, her perfume invading your senses, “Oh, and Y/N?” You shyly look up at her through your eyelashes, embarrassment still written all over your face. Your name sounded heavenly on her lips. She leans down to your ear, her breath ghosting over its shell causing you to shiver. You hope to god she doesn’t notice. “See you tomorrow,” she whispers, her husky voice low enough for only you to hear. Pulling away with a knowing smirk, she opens the door to release you. Stumbling past its frame, you fail to notice the way she watches your backside as you all but run down the hallway. You’re too busy trying not to faint on your way back to your now-empty classroom.

[himbos-hotline]

Bruises on my heart for hangmatt?

A-B-C Fic Game: Pic a title from the list and send me a ship (or One of my OCs) and I'll write a short fic for that title. [askbox link]

Bruises on my heart | Hangmatt | 993 words -> taster probably

Matt's holding onto him too tight. He knows he is, really he does. But something so deep inside of him won't let his hands let him go. Late at night he curls around himself, arms tight around his middle and Matt pretends that it's Adam's arms. Pretends that he's being squeezed tighter and tighter against his chest and if Matt closes his eyes tight enough, he can almost see the curve of Adam's back against the low light of the moon.

But he's never there. Not really, Even when Matt's arms start to shake and the muscles of his chest start to ache, Adam doesn't reappear and Matt has to let himself go. He gasps for air, acting like the wetness on his cheeks are stray, messy kisses instead of tears.

He showers before Nick wakes up. So he doesnt get stare at in the way that only his little brother can, like he's reading everything thought Matt's ever had. Matt jokes that Nick knows everything and Nick laughs and something inside Matt feels lost whenever he sees joy flash like stars across his baby brothers blue eyes. He doesn't make eye contact with himself as he changes in front of the mirror; why should he? He doesnt recognise the person who glares back, anger barely hidden in the downturned corners of wide eyes.

Even Okada pretends not to notice when Matt walks into the locker room, pulling on his suit jacket. He smiles and Matt raises his chin in a friendly hello before letting his body drop into a chair that creaks as Matt leans back, resting the crown of his head against the wall.

"Do you think Hanger will say yes?" Nick asks, quietly as he picks at the hem of his suit pants. He wraps one around his finger and Matt watches as blood drains under his baby brother's nail until the cotton snaps and color comes flooding back.

Matt opens his mouth, parts his lips slow enough that he feels the hinge of his jaw pop just under his skin. "I don't know Nicky." Matt answers honestly because Nick is gazing up at him through his eyelashes, sadness coating his face as his lips turn deeper downwards and his eyes shift back to the floor.

"I mean, he's gotta be right?" Nick continues after a while of silence. He drags the heels of his sneakers up towards him and Matt winces just a little. "We need him."

"No we don't." Okada pipes up, waving his phone at Nick. He barely stares up from the screen when Nick whimpers a little. "We're the new Elite." Matt doesn't like the way Okada's voice dips on the word New. Like it's a reminder, highlighted and pinned against the Buck's forehead. "We have Jack."

Matt presses the curve of his nails into the palm of his hand and sighs. He forces a smile onto his face, swallows the words that he wants to yell and simply nods. "Yeah Nick, we have Jack and Okada. Who says we need Hanger or Kenny anyway."

"We were gonna change the world together." Nick's voice is firm and flat and Matt knows that tone of voice too well. He stands slowly, rests his hand on his little brother's cheek and runs a finger across the stubble growing there, Nick leans his hand against his brother's cheek and sighs, looking over when there's yelling just outside.

They can't pick up on the voices, they're too muffled through the thickness of the door. Matt looks at Nick and Nick simply nods, turning his attention back to tying up his shoes. "I know you hate this Nicky, but please." Matt whispers, watching Okada from the corner of his eyes, "Things'll start to feel normal again, I promise."

"Right. Yeah. Whatever." Nick sets his bottom lip into a pout and shrugs himself away from Matt. Flinching when someone bangs on the door. Matt turns a little, instinct dragging him to stand in front of his baby brother as the banging gets louder, more furious.

Okada opens the door, keeps it pinned against his chest with the side of his foot. Matt catches just a glimpse; tangled damp curls flurry around broad shoulders and Nick moves, pausing when Matt puts his hand against his chest. Using his little brother as a shove off point, Matt walks towards the door and shoves it open wider.

"Hanger!" There's surprise hidden just under the joy that paints Matt's bright voice. He rests his hands briefly against Okada's shoulders, forcing him to back down. "Hi." Matt wants to cower just a little under Adam's cold gaze but he straightens back his shoulders and smiles, teeth glimmering.

Maybe Matt's showing off, just a little. Maybe he's trying to appeal to an Adam that's now hidden somewhere dark and cold. Matt doesn't know what he's doing but he smiles anyway, pretending that there's no goosebumps growing across his arms. "What brings you around here?"

Adam grimaces like he's in pain and Matt's fingers itch to reach up and brush against the heaving side of his chest. He can almost feel the hairs tickling the tips of his fingers as he tucks his hands behind his back. His head tilts and his eyes grow wide and his bottom lip trembles. Before he can pout, Adam sighs, something breaks in his eyes for just a second.

"I'll do it." He answers so quickly but it hits Matt's ears slowly and by the time that Matt has the idea to respond Adam's stormed away, the clicking of the heels of his boots echoing as he disappears. Matt feels himself brighten up under his skin,

Joy floods just under his skin and Matt chuckles a little, breathless at first as Okada taps him on the shoulder. "Are you okay?" He asks both the Bucks and Matt turns to his brother, watching as he smiles bright and wide.

Matt nods.

"I am now."

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[goodday-goodmorn]

Not used to posting things so fast- But the brain worms have infected me and @auspicioustidings concepts give me life. Once again- another from them, i felt contractually obligated to write this because my auntie is in Vegas for her birthday right now.

The concept in question

Not the after effects of waking up- but rather the proposal itself. This one’s short cause i pumped it out real quick. Just a little dabble.

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Ah Vegas. City of love. Wait no that was Paris- city of… sin? Well that sounded too much like a trashy YA romance novel for your tastes so- Vegas, City of…

Vegas: City!

God maybe you should lay off the M and M’s. Lavender and Bright cyan blue little things from the M and M factory are making you really taste the rainbow. Shit that was skittles catchphrase wasn’t it? Actually- did M and M’s even have a catchphrase other than the sexy brown M and M? Though that was less a phrase more a person. Er- candy. Chocolate.

Pah! You should have never gone to the M and M factory. Stupid little chocolate candy is making you think far more than you can handle right now.

Seriously it’s messing with your head. You’d better get rid of them.

You throw your M and M factory bag onto the floor, watching all the candies scatter the pavement in an explosion of color. That's why the pretty colors are so dangerous and not sold in the normal packs. They make people all loopy. Cause there’s no other reason you would be so outta sorts.

Except maybe the daiquiri you’d had. And the Manhattan. And those shots. And whatever that weird drink in a glowing lightbulb was.

Okay maybe it wasn’t the M and M’s.

Which means you just threw them out for nothing oh no! 20 dollars down the drain. And your M and M’s!

You whine mournfully over the loss, sinking to the ground dramatically and cradling one of the cyan shelled candies close.

“Is everything all… right?”

You barely register the voice- British and a bit rugged- before you are drunkenly rambling out-

“No- i thought my M and M’s were evil but they weren’t and i killed them for nothing!” You cry out, the words making you even more emotional, you pathetically sob, holding the cyan candy in your palms to your chest.

“Come back! Liveee please. Papa didn’t mean it i swear, i didn’t know what i was saying- you got me all tongue tied!”

“Hey-“

Oh british man has a very nice voice, so smooth and gentle, more than you were expecting.

“It’s alright love. We can get you some more candies.”

You sniffle.

“R-really?”

He smiles like some sort of teddy bear. Gentle and soft.

“Yes really. Just gotta get you back to wherever you’re stayin at first. It’s dangerous for a pretty girl to be on the street like this.”

You nod sollumly. “For the m and m’s yeah. Hard shells- but thin. Can’t be carrying em’ out in the cold. Poor little fellows can’t stand it.”

“Think you should be worrying about yourself first love.”

He really does look a teddy bear when he smiles. A very warm and cuddly teddy bear. Very warm. And you are oh so cold. Maybe…

“…maybe i’m and M and M.”

You mumble with a little frown, looking away from his oh so pretty eyes to instead stare at the cracked M and M in your hand.

He chuckles, it’s a nice sound.

“Com’re lovely. You’re shiverin.”

He held you up and you cling to him naturally. To your disappointment and utter display he is not as soft as a Teddy bear. Such false advertising. When you burry your head in his chest, while warm and soothing- it is firm with muscle. Hard just like his arms and co-

“Not exactly what i meant by that sweetheart.”

He’s pushing you away! Away from the warmth.

“No, I'm an M and M- gotta be warm or else I'll crack! Do you want me to die?”You whine out trying to stay close but he’s very strong, holding you firmly away from his toned chest.

(And raging boner. Not that you noticed it.)

“I know, I know- here. I’ll give you my coat.”

He wraps you up in his thick but soft coat and you relax immediately, snuggling into the fabric. With your eyes closed you hear the rumble of his chuckle.

“There’s a girl. Nice and warm now?”

You nod, making a drowsy and soft little “Yup.”

“Good. Now come’on. You know where's your hotel at?”

“Huh? We can’t go there! We gotta get more M and M’s first. Silly.”

“Right, course. Silly me.”

You giggle a bit hysterical. He agrees with you so easily, letting you link arms with him and walking you to the M and M factory. He’s so silly. With his cozy coat and koala-esc smile and pretty eyes and rumbly voice and-

“I think m’ in love with you.” You slur out, gazing at him with half lidded eyes.

“Shouldn’t say stuff like that sweetheart. Might give a guy ideas.”

Ah Ideas, you’ve got a lot of ideas. So many fun ones- but mostly one that you blurt out after he gently pushed your hand away when you tried to pay for your new M and M’s.

“I think I wanna kiss you.”

Price pauses as he tugs you outside the shop. Looks down at you, clinging to his arm, wrapped up in his coat; with the sweetest face and clearly wasted out of your mind. Price isn’t a good man. A good man would have called you a cab to get you back to your hotel. Would have asked if you had any friends to get you there. Would have gently told you to go to the stupid M and M factory another time.

He’s not a good man but even Price isn’t fucked up enough to take advantage of a pretty drunk girl. Even if his self control is wilting the more time he spends around the mess that is you.

He shakes his head with a little sigh, leaning down close to you and mumbling.

“S’ not a good idea to kiss strangers love.”

“So then marry me and we won’t be strangers.”

…Self control John. Self control.

“Will you marry me please?”

You plead with the teddy bear man, he’s just so cozy and pretty you can’t help it. You wanna kiss him soooo bad but he’s right you can’t kiss a stranger! But if he was your husband then it would be perfectly acceptable. And you are an ordained minister technically so it all works out!

Price looks at you, your pleading eyes, your softness, you wrapped up in his coat and clinging to his arm. Pretty little thing.

…He deserves to let his self control slip just this once right?

[positivelyruined]

Could’ve, Should’ve, Would’ve

God rest my soul, I miss who I used to be

The tomb won’t close

Stained glass windows in my mind

I regret you all the time

Feyre Archeron / Freedom / Eventual Feylin

There is something the matter with me.

No — there isn’t.

Stay with the high lord. Trust the high lord.

For as long as she could remember, those orders remained a soundtrack to the back of her every thought. Feyre Archeron leaned back against the cool stone of the balcony. Her face was flushed beyond the normal blush that it began to carry during her pregnancy. She was hot — everywhere. Her skin was pulsing and her hands were swollen.

Who did this to me?

She gazed into the nearby reflective pool and came to the slow realization that she did not recognize herself. Her grey eyes were tinged with purple and flooded with tears. Instead of her own, they were beginning to resemble those of her husband —Rhysand.

He was nowhere to be seen. Like usual, he left her alone in the top floor of their towering home, waiting until after midnight to trail into the house with alcohol slurred on his tongue and hands which he couldn’t keep to himself.

He took his time, nightly, pressing her into uncomfortable positions until she cried. She was nearly full term. Any day now and labour would set in. She already felt the tension in her back and pressure on her lungs.

Where am I? Who am I?

She trailed her burning hands through the cool water — attempting to find any solace for her ailments.

I am the High Lady of Night. How dare I question him?

Feyre felt her consciousness slipping away. In the pooling darkness, she reached out to the two people who’d always protected her — despite her own failing to do the same — her sisters.

Elain…

Nesta?

Help.

Feyre tossed back and forth against the pillows of her bed. The sheets gathered around her ankles locking her in. She kicked them away with whatever strength that she had, but could tell that very little remained. Something — someone — was draining away her life force and dragging her deeper into a darkened world that made very little sense.

“Help…” She whimpered, reaching for the edge of the scratchy, lace bedroom gown that she’d been placed in by hands other than her own.

Someone rapidly pulled the offensive garment away from her body, freeing a small part of what remained of her own mind.

Get it out. I have to get it out.

She wrestled with her own body, pushing away the round stomach which housed her unborn child. “Get away from me!”

Whispers floated on the edge of her ears making no discernible sense.

“She has gone mad.” That was Rhysand. He was angry, like usual. “I am that child’s father and I have a right to do what I think is best for my wife and my child.”

That low sound was enough like a hiss that all Feyre could picture was a black dragon with purple eyes haunting the back of her mind.

A cool hand rested against her flaming forehead. Rhys.

For a moment, Feyre instinctively relaxed. He takes care of me. I can’t trust myself to do that.

Then, something deep within her pushed back. No — I did not ask for this!

I ask a question and you berate me until I am silent.

I was not given a choice.

Her choice, her free will, her mind — all three things that Feyre had treasured for their independence were fading.

She slapped Rhysand’s hand away from her.

In response, there was a shrill pain which pierced the edge of her skull. Feyre clawed at her hair, begging for release.

There was none.

The only release came in the form of a physical pain that tore through her stomach and left her reeling.

GET AWAY FROM ME! Feyre’s words could not make it through her lips, but settled as the shattered sobs of a once wild woman forced into the one trap which she’d always feared the most — someone taking her hostage and forcing her to her own knees.

By the cauldron — she was done. This could not go on for a second longer.

NO!

The scream started in the depths of her mind and strained through her until the silent, but deadly magic that she kept so repressed bled from her body in a lavender haze.

Every person in the room was silenced. Feyre opened her eyes and saw soft glowing orbs surround them like stars. It was light magic — perverted by some sickly strain of daemanti intrusion.

They hovered around her like ghosts.

She sat up in bed. Where am I?

The last thing she remembered was the dark red petals of roses on a grassy lawn dripping like blood all around her vision.

An inhumane pain once again tore through her abdomen and Feyre lay back, cradling her own naked body.

Blood. So much blood. All she remembered was the blood.

She stared down at the white sheets, watching in horror, as it fell across her thighs.

A wave of dizziness nearly conquered the little physical strength which she had left. To her left, she could see Rhysand beginning to slowly move.

Fear clamped her heart in an iron cage.

As the pain increased in frequency, Feyre focused on the last place that she remembered feeling safe — at the end of the aisle in her wedding ceremony — staring into the softest green eyes that she’d ever seen.

Come home. They begged her then and they begged her still.

So, she did. She let her mind drift towards the soft, balmy breezes of her memory and winnowed to the only place she remembered as home.

The Spring Court.

[melloraconteur]

"I have built, deep in my heart, a chapel filled with you" - Marcel Proust

Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader

[Reincarnation au]

Word Count -> 420

IMAGINE...

You are old, you've been alive for decades as the reigning monarch of the vampiric race, being shoved into the position as soon as your parents' had died in order to protect you.

It was lonely, oh so lonely. Servants cared for you like usual and treated you no different from before, but no one was there to hold you as you grieved your parents, no one was there to guide you as you made laws. It was all you, no one else.

So, in an effort to calm a kingdom that had been bothering you, you traveled there to strike a deal, figuring that the King would be smart enough to not attack you.

It was there, in that kingdom where you met your soulmate. You, after some time, learned that his name was Silas, that he belonged to a common family that had passed long ago. The both of you made a life together in a manor that was away from the public eye.

Long story short, Silas died during an ambush when you were heading towards a neutral territory where a meeting was being held. You lost your husband, Silas, and your child later on.

You learned that Silas' old King was the one behind the ambush and you dealt with it accordingly. You razed that kingdom to the ground, hearing the fire crackle and the screams of its citizens and seeing the smoke swirl into the sky.

The upcoming centuries would be harsh on you. You had become a conqueror of distant lands and fell into a void of grief when the anger had left you. The vampire race had become a myth, you had made sure that there was no factual records.

One day, for whatever reason, you went into the military, working and becoming a lieutenant while still managing your people from the shadows.

Then you got recruited for Task Force 141. You thought it was simply another step up in this career path that you would inevitably leave once you became bored.

Then you got to meet them when you officially joined the team.

When you met Lieutenant Riley, who at the time you knew as Ghost. It was heartbreaking when you felt that he was your soulmate, having the same pleasant warmth and tug from your gut that pulled towards Ghost.

You, when you returned to your room, nearly cried as you thanked the universe for giving you back your love, even as a reincarnation. You would love him all the same.

[one-lonely-whumperfly]

(continued here)

When the anonymous call came into the police station, no one knew what to make of it. The person on the other end spoke the second they'd picked up, not even waiting for the officer to speak.

"You need to go to 118 Eclipse Way."

The officer blinked. "Is that the correct address? That's the home of [Hero]--"

"I know it is. And you need to get there now. [Hero] has captives being held there."

The officer paused, unsure of what to say next. They waved a few more officers over and put it on speakerphone.

"I'm sorry, can you please repeat your last statement?"

"[Hero] has been holding people captive for months. You need to go to their house and free them."

Now all of the officers were stunned, but skeptical. [Hero] is beloved by everyone in the city. They would never do something like this.

"I don't expect you to just blindly believe me." The voice suddenly spoke again. "I'm just asking you to go and look. Actually look. Don't take [Hero's] word for it. They're kept in a cellar."

The police chief, who had been listening from their office, walked to the phone.

"And how would you know about all of this?"

"..."

It almost sounded like the caller was... crying?

"I know... because they've bragged about it to me when they took my partner."

The caller was sobbing now. They abruptly ended the call before anything else could be said.

The officers all looked at one another.

"Well," the chief began, "let's go pay [Hero] a visit."

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[Villain] stood in front of the payphone, covering their mouth to quiet their sobs. They were trembling, leaning heavily against the side of the little half-booth to keep from completely collapsing. Now they could do nothing but pray the police would listen to some anonymous caller about the "beloved [Hero]" and investigate. If not, [Villain] knew they'd never get to see [Vigilante] again.

[bunny-is-cute]

Little Luci Doesn’t Need…

Chapter 1: A Nap

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The baby felt so tired as he sat on the floor, trying to play with his duckies as he normally did at 12 in the afternoon. The devil yawned and rubbed one of his eyes that dared leak a tear.

It’s been nearly two weeks since he had proper sleep, one where he wasn’t awoken by nightmares and waking up alone in the giant mansion that he haunted with his mere presence. Seven years of sheer loneliness where no one checked up on him, or if they did he had no memory of it.

Lucifer was the devil, but he was also a little.

It was a concept designed by Heaven in hopes of healing souls who, at one point, could have been redeemed. He remembered how many centuries ago, even before the birth of his child, when he had tried to be a caretaker for many of Hell’s newest littles. But he failed them all when it was revealed he also was a little. And he hated it ever since.

He hated how his body would transform into a child, one that matched his mental age, and how weak he was during this time.

And that weakness was now demanding that he took a nap.

He shook his head stubbornly. He may have had the body of a three-year-old, but he was a big boy man! And men don’t need naps!

Though the idea of being nice and warm certainly appealed to him. Hell was supposed to be hot, so then why did he often feel so cold?

He let out a sudden shiver and sneeze.

Lucifer hugged one of his stuffed duckie closer, his little hands gripping the soft fabric as if it could somehow chase away the weariness. His eyes felt heavier with every blink, his resistance crumbling. He wished for someone to tuck him in, but he quickly shook off the thought. He didn't need anyone; he was used to being alone.

He sniffled, rubbing his nose with the back of his hand, his body betraying him as exhaustion crept in. Maybe... maybe just a small nap wouldn't be so bad. He could lie on the couch, with his duckies surrounding him, and that would be enough. No one needed to know. No one was there to see him anyway.

Lucifer sighed, giving in to his body's demands, and slowly climbed onto the couch, hugging his stuffed duckies. He pulled a blanket over himself, curling into a small ball. The coldness seemed to seep into his bones, and he wished he could just feel warm and safe, even if only for a little while.

His eyes fluttered shut, and soon he was drifting off, the fatigue washing over him like a tidal wave. In his dreams, he wasn't alone. He was surrounded by warmth, by a comforting presence that told him everything would be okay. He wasn't the devil, he wasn't a failure, and he wasn't alone. Just a little Lucifer, finally at peace, at least for now.

And perhaps, just perhaps, even the devil deserved a moment of tenderness in his lonely eternity.

[esswantspez]

Steve talking Italian headcanon that got out of hand

Steve used to have a housekeeper that was around far more than his parents and she didn’t speak very good English, but Steve was lonely and longed for a connection so he attempted to teach her all the English that little Stevie knew and for every word he taught her in English she’d teach him the same in Italian. Steve is fluent in Italian, no thanks to his parents, but because he wanted someone to talk to. And Robin finds out sometime after the whole Vecna debacle after hearing him speak with the former housekeeper over the phone (he likes to keep in touch with her and it’s a great opportunity to practice his Italian). Robin, already fluent in said language, is thrilled by this revelation. Flash forward a bit and whenever the two of them wanna talk about something private they can do it in front of other people and they love it. The first time the others catch them talking there are jaws dropping, because everyone knew Robin was smart as fuck and that she knows like five languages, but for whatever reason everyone had just assumed that Steve knew English - and that was it. They ask him about the story, but he tells them it’s a secret and they think he’s just trying to act mysterious and be cool, but Robin knows. And really, the reason he doesn’t immediately want to admit the real reason to the others isn’t because he’s ashamed or wants to tease them (even if it comes across like that), it’s because he doesn’t want them to pity him.

Eddie noticed whenever Steve looked down, of course he did. As much as he tried to hide it, his mask always fell the moment he thought no one was looking. Robin obviously wasn’t that blind and she’d get right to the point before Eddie could. And that’s how he’d found out several heartbreaking facts about Steve. Though he didn’t catch all of their conversation, since they were talking pretty quietly, he could make out enough words to understand that Steve’s parents were home and that they… didn’t treat him well. He heard Robin mention bruises, how she offered Steve to stay the night at hers and he’d declined because “it’d only get worse”.

As soon as Steve’s parents left again he was back to his own self. Did this mean his parents were usually not home? Or had something changed recently? Eddie didn’t know how to approach the subject, especially because he wasn’t supposed to know. This was something Steve had told Robin, and only Robin. Except he overheard. More like eavesdropped, but that’s besides the point. He mulls over what to do, but is completely caught off guard when one day he catches them talking about him. Intrigued, he tries not to let it show that he’s listening. Steve is recalling their conversation from earlier, telling Robin about how close they were standing and that all he wanted to do was grab him and… kiss him? No, he must’ve misunderstood. Robin snorts as a retort and tells him to relax, and make a fucking move. Steve states he’s tried! (What the fuck???) But that maybe Eddie’s just not into boys like that. Eddie hums at the mention of his name, purely out of spite and to see their reactions. To his amusement Steve’s cheeks taint pink while Robin just shrugs and states that it was nothing.

Eddie knows that Robin is a lesbian, and she knows that he’s gay - they had that conversation ages ago. But Steve??? Liking him back? For real? Not just teasing him by flirting back… the simple constant contact between him and Eddie… He feels stupid. For just assuming that Steve was straight and for not believing Robin the million times she’d said that Steve was “safe”.

He waits a few more days, not quite knowing what to do, but then they all hang out again. And Steve is rambling to Robin, and Eddie’s not really listening all that much, too many thoughts swirling around in his head. But then he realizes that Robin’s just sighing and telling Steve to stop and shut up, to “not think like that” and he realizes that Steve’s just talking down on himself about all sorts of things. Not being enough, being stupid and a burden, and- Eddie, just like Robin, has enough and tells Steve to shut the fuck up and not to talk like that about himself!

And everyone freezes. Robin and Steve stare at him wide eyed and there’s a dark pink creeping up Steve’s neck.

“H- what?” Steve gets out.

“Don’t say that,” Eddie answers simply and Robin replies by asking how long he’s known Italian, to which he just responds, “a while”.

They gape at him, Steve looking down at the table, as if embarrassed.

“It was supposed to be a surprise…” Eddie mumbles.

Steve nods and leaves the table. Robin and Eddie sigh in unison as the rest of the group looks at each other in utter confusion.

[tryinganythingtobehappyagain]

Feelings of lust and love often get confused. Amanda knew this. But she knew for a fact that she had at least one of those feelings for a certain coffee and theater aficionado. A certain someone whos laugh made her laugh more. Someone whose hugs felt like feathers and sunlight and whose hand was as soft as a baby's.