#the driving range is an interesting choice to go with!

[stagefoureddiediaz]

Something something about searching for things at a driving range.Ssomething something about practice and preparation for the actual game - for the real thing.

Something something about getting an eye in and figuring things out.

Eddie trying to find someone - a relationship but being unsuccessful in the endeavour. And now Buck and Gerrard at a range - one or both trying to find things out - in preparation for the bigger thing that’s about to go down within the 118 and Gerrards time there.

Something something about Eddie not really being true to himself by going to the practice range and now Buck possibly not being true to himself by going to the practice range.

[opens-up-4-nobody]

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[nom-nommmm1]

Hi!!! I really like your writing!

I just wanted to throw this idea out there of fem!y/n and dead going to a fair or something. They are having fun together and maybe it leads into smut? Eh just wanted to throw that out there. Thanks!

FAIR - PELLE/DEAD

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Ty anon for the request, I had a little scare for a sec bc I thought I deleted your request 😭 but anyways thank you for your support. It means a lot to me that you enjoy what I write <3

Content warning !!: sweet!pelle x fem!reader, unprotected p in v, car sex, friends to lovers

the doorbell rang. I get up off the couch, grabbing my phone. I open the door coming face to face with Pelle. “Hey Pelle whats u-“ I ask before he cuts me off. “Hey y/n, me, euro and the guys wanted to know if you’d go to the fair with us” he says quickly, a pinky blush forming on his face. “Oh yea sure…can I get dressed?” I ask, pointing to my silky pajamas. Pelle looks at my pajama’s and then back at me, his blush deepening. “Oh! Yes- I’m so sorry!��� He chuckles, closing the door.

“We’ll be waiting outside for you!” He yells before walking back to his car. I chuckle walking back to my room, picking out my outfit. I walk down the stairs, getting my purse next to the front door as euro honks the horn, irritated. “I’m coming!” I holler to him as I lock the door, making my way to their car. I step up to their car window trying to open the door but it’s locked. Euro rolls down the window. “Ah-ah, you’re riding with Pelle, we got too many people in this car” he says pointing to Pelles car.

Pelle slouches in his seat, his blush a bright pink. I sigh walking to his car. Why does this kid not like me? I reach the passenger seat window, opening the door and taking a seat. “So what music you got in here?” I ask looking at his CDs piled on his center console. “Oh..just some random stuff, you can pick what we listen to on our way” he says handing me the CDs. “Awesome” I smile, taking a cd, putting it into the player. The corners of Pelles lips curl as he puts the car in drive.

Euronymous takes the lead in driving to the fair, we follow him closely. “Good choice” Pelle says turning the radio up a tad. ”Thanks” I say looking at him for a moment without him noticing, taking in his big brown eyes. I smile leaning back in my seat. The AC blasts, I shiver. “You cold?” Pelle asks glancing every now and then. “Yea, could you turn the air down a touch?” I ask holding myself. “Totally” he says turning the air down. “Thank you” I say. Pelle nods, keeping his eyes on the road.

We pull up to the fair, trying to find a place to park. Both cars park next to each other. Pelle and I get out, going to the others. “So what should we do first?” Faust asks looking around the place. Everyone shrugs their shoulders but Euro sees a ride he wants to go on. “What about the tornado?” He asks looking to the group. No one objects. Oh fuck. Euro looks around on last time. “Alright let’s go” he says heading straight to the ride to try and be the first on.

We all get on the ride, I hold onto the handle bars tightly, scared of falling. I ride starts up, spinning slowly, but it speeds up gradually. After about five minutes we are up in the air spinning. “Holy fuck!” I scream still holding onto the bars while everyone else has their hand up in the air, laughing at my fear. The ride slows down, going to the ground. The workers unbuckle us and I make a run to the exit, still dizzy.

“Never again” I say panting as everyone else is still laughing. “So who’s gonna stay with y/n if they’re not going on rides?” Hellhamer asked. Pelle raised his hand. “I’d be fine to do it, I’m not too interested in riding rides anyways” he said grabbing my arm gently. “Cmon let’s go sit down” he said leading me to a bench. We both sat on opposite sides of the bench, looking around the fair in silence for a moment or two.

“Are you sure you didn’t want to hang out with them? You totally can if you want to, I can just Uber home” I said quickly but Pelle just chuckled. “You worry too much, I would never leave you here alone, I can ride rides next time. Don’t worry” he smiled, making eye contact with me. I blushed, nodding. Music from the game stands started to get louder and I couldn’t help but look. Pelle noticed me looking at one particular game stand and spoke up.

“You wanna check out some of their games?” He asked taking me out of my trance. “Sure!” I exclaim excitedly, taking Pelles hand and practically running to a stand. Pelle blushed, rubbing the soft skin of my knuckle before I let go. After a few tries of one game I won a my melody plush and a beach ball. Pelle leads me to another stand where he wins a huge teddy bear. I chuckle looking at the big bear in his arms.

He struggles to carry the bear as he takes his hand in mine. “You wanna take this stuff to the car?” He asks out of breath from keeping the bear up. “For sure” I laugh as we walk to the car. We make it to the car, popping the trunk and stuffing the plushies. We are breathless from tussling with the huge bear, Pelle opens the front doors, we both sit. “God I’ve never seen fairs give out this big of bears” he says still painting. “I know right” I say laughing.

We both take a minute to catch our breath before Pelle says something. “Did you have fun?” He asks looking to me. “I had I a lot of fun with you Pelle” I say, Pelles lips curl into a big smile as he hears that. “I’m glad” he says inching a little closer to me. I follow his lead, scooting in closer to him. Pelle looks into my eyes, his dilate as he puts his hands on my jaw. “You want to do this?” He asks, his thumb rubbing my lip.

I nod, leaning into Pelles lips, kissing him. Pelle kisses me back roughly, bitting my lips any chance he gets. He groans pulling away from me. I look at him confused until he climbs into the back seat. I smirk. He grabs my face again, kissing me roughly. With his other hand he scoops me up and puts me in his lap in the back seat. I groan into his lips, feeling the tent in his pants right on my leg.

Pelle moves his hands down to my ass, grabbing and squeezing wherever he could reach. I blush feeling his hands all over me. He smiles, pulling my shirt up. Slowly taking it off me before taking off his own shirt. He looks at my figure with admiration, taking in every part of me. After a few moments of silence he takes my lips again.

I smile feeling his tongue collide with mine. He takes me off of his lap, slipping out of his pants and boxers. Giving his cock a few pumps before looking at me, I smirk pulling my panties down a little. Pelle blushes, taking my hand, and pulling them all the way down for me. I chuckle as I hover over his lap. “You sure you’re ready?” He asks nervously. “I’m more than ready,” I say looking into Pelle's eyes, slowly taking in his cock, mouth agape full of moans and groans before fully plopping down on his length.

Pelle moans, slapping my ass roughly. I squirm, a small yelp falling from my lips. Pelle bites his lip as I squirm, feeling my movement sending shivers down his spine. His hands come up to my hips, forcing me to stay still. We sit like that for a minute before Pelle starts to move me up and down slowly. I moan feeling his length go in and out of me and a slow pace. Pelle looks up at me, staring at me with lust.

He speeds up his pace. As I’m about to moan Pelle kisses me, keeping me from being loud. “You have to be a little quieter” he says in my lips. I nod, kissing him back. He speeds up again, this time he goes painfully fast on me. The sound of the CD can be heard at max volume throughout the car. Pelle moans into my lips, his forehead starting to collect sweat.

He pulls me on and off of his cock at lightning speed, I practically scream, cumming on his cock. Shortly after Pelle cums. We stay like this, trying to catch our breath. Pelle kisses me, taking me off of his cock. He puts his jacket around me, holding me in his arms. “Do you want to go home or would you maybe…wanna go back to mine?” He asks, his cheeks turning red. We just had sex and this kid is still nervous around me. I laugh.

“I think we should go back to your place” I say. Pelle smirks before putting his boxers and pants back on. “Let’s go then” he says climbing back into the driver seat.

Jk guys I had time today 😽

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[orqheuss]

Snake Charmer

(Ominis Gaunt x F!Gorgon!Reader) Fluff? World building? Set up? Who knows tbh. It's a story.

Summary:

Ominis could hear her pulse quicken as she stilled. Everything else in the cramped space fell away, leaving just the two slytherin’s, each one with their own morose history that has been broadcasted for all the world to hear. Two peas in a pod— two sides to the same coin— two scales on the same snake. *** Why was everyone so interested in the new girl? Ominis Gaunt was about to find out.

Word count: 3.8k

AN: because I wanted to write a story about Ominis and a Gorgon falling in love

Ominis was sure he was going mad. In fact, he was positive— some point between the end of his fourth year and the beginning of his fifth, he had gone absolutely batty. That was the only logical conclusion to the fact that he was hearing voices at all hours of the day. 

It started the day the new fifth year won in a duel against his best friend, Sebastian. The Defense Against the Dark Arts class was moving at the same pace it always did: introduction to the new spell, practice on a small object, practice on a larger, vaguely person shaped object, and then finally a duel between each pair of students to prove their mastery. This day, though, took a different turn than what the young blond was expecting. Ever since starting at Hogwarts, Sebastian Sallow was Ominis’ dueling partner; there was never any question about it. It became such a habit that no one dared approach the pair once Professor Hecat announced the beginnings of the school sanctioned battles— you would never see one Slytherin without the other. So, when Hecat decided to pair the new fifth year with his best friend, well, it could be seen quite plainly that Ominis was not happy about the matter. 

As the duelists took their positions across from each other, the blond haired boy leaned against the nearest wall, a distinct look of annoyance turning down the corners of his lips and narrowing his eyebrows into a straight line. Most people would consider the look on his face a pout— not that anyone would ever dare at mentioning this to the boy. Ominis Gaunt did not pout, and he certainly did not scoff under his breath at the sound of his friend joking around with the new girl. What a preposterous idea. He wasn’t jealous, don’t be absurd. 

Though, it was nice hearing Sebastian get knocked down a peg by someone who had never held a wand in her life up until that point. 

Once the class was over, all Ominis wanted to do was slump himself into the Undercroft and take a well deserved nap. His head was pounding, and the near constant whispers of his classmates about the new girl were driving him up the wall. He couldn’t help but make snarky remarks in his head, quietly laughing to himself at the ridiculous questions his classmates were mumbling.

“Why do you think she wears that head scarf? I wonder what’s under there.” 

Hair, probably. 

“Did you hear her accent? Where do you think she’s from? Certainly not around here!”

Ten points to Ravenclaw for stating the obvious.

“Did you see how she was looking at Sallow? She just got here and already thinks she can take the most attractive boy in our year. The nerve!” 

Sebastian has the emotional range of a teaspoon, but best of luck!

“How could you even tell where she was looking? I couldn’t see a thing through those glasses of hers! Why is she wearing shaders inside?” 

Bold style choice, but alright. Not that he could really judge, of course. 

“Do you think she’s blind like Gaunt? Great, another person I have to make sure I don’t trip over.” 

That statement got his attention. Could she be blind like him? He didn’t hear any echolocation charm on her wand, nor did he sense a seeing eye animal or a cane around her. A very small part of him warmed slightly at the idea that he wasn’t alone in his struggles anymore. He craned his head more to the side, trying to catch more of the gossip as everyone began to file out of the classroom.

“No, she can’t be blind. It looks like she can get around just fine on her own— no charm blinking on her wand or anything. Still quite weird, though.” 

Ominis’ shoulders sank minutely at the news, the warmth in his chest freezing over once again. He sighed to himself before pushing away from the wall, deciding to just let his body carry him to the Undercroft on autopilot while he stewed in his thoughts. Sebastian was off talking to the new girl, so he would likely not be joining him until well after his next round of Crossed Wands later that day. Normally he would join the boy, cheering him on from the sidelines with the rest of his fawning fangirl club, and he was about to turn in the direction of the clock tower when the brunette’s voice broke through the haze. 

“Suppose I could interest you in some unsanctioned fun?” 

Well, if his new best friend was going to be there, then he wouldn’t miss Ominis’ presence all that much.

Just as the blond had resigned himself to an afternoon of solitude, another voice came through the crowded musings of his classmates. 

“Gods, I’m starving.” 

A completely mundane statement, one that had likely been uttered by half of the class as they left, but something about the voice drew him in. It was low in tone, like they were trying to hide their voice instead of projecting it to their friends, and had a slight hiss to it just under the words like the person was speaking through a mouthful of fangs. Ominis paused in his steps just outside the doorway, his ear turned towards the classroom as he tried to find the voice again. All he found was silence and the tiny ticks of professor Hecat’s dark magic detectors. 

Shaking his head, he leaned away from the door and made his way down the stairs, his mind puzzling through what just happened. He must have been imagining it, he thought to himself. The voice hardly sounded human, let alone familiar. Must have just been a trick of his mind, he had slept terribly the night before so it was logical he was just tired. Rounding the corner towards his secret alcove, Ominis stepped through the clockwork door to the Undercroft and began to climb down the winding staircase, hopeful that a bit more sleep would do him good. 

Fortunately, he had a lovely nap on the chaise lounge he conjured. Rather unfortunately though, the voice persisted. Morning, noon, and night he heard that incessant hissing tone in his ears, each day getting louder and more bold with what it was saying. First it was small things, things that most people would think to themselves throughout a normal day. 

“Where’s the bathroom in this place?” “My head itches.” “What I would give to take a nap right about now.” 

Normal things. But then, the statements started to get a bit…odd. 

“There’s something under my scale!” “He was rude, I want to bite him.” “I can hear a mouse somewhere. Can I eat it? Please?”

While Ominis was tired of hearing the random, grating voice slither through his ears at a constant rate, he was happy to report that he no longer thought he was going mad. The voice belonged to a snake— that much he was sure of. But, where was the snake? Did it know he could hear it? How was it somehow always in his vicinity? 

That was the question that was currently keeping him up at night. 

Everything culminated one faithful day when he next had Defense Against the Dark Arts. Today was lecture, and much like the rest of his classmates, he bemoaned having to sit and listen to professor Hecat go on and on about some unknown entity or creature that he could never encounter for the rest of his days. It wasn’t that she wasn’t a good teacher, far from it! But, much like any professor in the castle, she was not immune to the dreaded monotonous lecture voice. 

Upon entering the classroom, the first thing Ominis heard was Hecat’s voice speaking in hushed tones to someone. He would never admit it outloud, but the boy was dreadfully nosy. Honing his ears in the direction of the whispering, he caught on to her tone first— caring, soft, gentle, words that normally wouldn’t be found within one hundred feet of the professor— then the tail end of her words. 

“—if you are uncomfortable with today’s lesson, please know that you can leave at any time.” 

An equally soft voice replied in turn, a hint of uncomfort lacing their words. “Thank you, professor. I appreciate the sentiment, but I will be fine. It is not the first time I have been a part of such a lecture.” 

Ominis stilled in his seat, the hairs on the back of his neck standing at attention when he recognized the voice. It was the new girl again. Merlin, it seemed she had everyone wrapped around her little finger, even the formidable Dinah Hecat! 

It wasn’t that he had a problem with the new fifth year, in fact she had been quite nice to him when they met in the common room, it was just that all the rumors surrounding her made her sound a bit big for her britches. First she beat Sebastian in a duel, something no one has done since he started going to Crossed Wands and honing his talent, then she invites him to Hogsmeade with her and suddenly a troll is hellbent on clobbering up the street? Not to mention all the other things Ominis had heard about: taking out Ashwinder camps in her spare time? Flying all over the sodding Scottish Highlands and getting into all kinds of trouble against the Ranrok Loyalists? Sneaking into the restricted section with Sebastian and earning him another bloody detention, because what, she batted her eyelashes at him and he folded like a cheap suit? Who was this girl, and why did trouble follow at her heels like a pack of hellhounds? No, Ominis didn’t have a problem with her, he was suspicious of her, and the fact that the voice started soon after she got here certainly didn’t help. 

The blond sat back in his seat, arms crossed across his chest and a befuddled look clouding his expression as the professor took her spot at the front of the room, tapping her wand on the rickety old chalkboard and writing out the subject of the lecture for today. 

“Today, class, we will be discussing Gorgons, another creature traditionally deemed mythological but in fact walks among us magic folk unseen. Though, they very rarely make the journey across the sea to our backyard.” 

Ominis’ eyebrows narrowed more in confusion as he thought about Hecat’s words to the new girl. Why would she be uncomfortable with this lesson? What secret was she hiding that was related to Gorgons of all things? He tuned back into the lesson, hoping to answer some of his questions. 

Professor Hecat paced around the room as she talked, taking strides up and down the lengths of desks and weaving through her collections of artifacts from her time as an Unspeakable. 

“Gorgons, or ‘gorgos,’ meaning ‘fierce, terrible and grim’ in Greek, are inherently female creatures with snakes for hair and the ability to turn anyone who meets their gaze into stone. Many of you are likely familiar with the myth of Medusa, the only mortal Gorgon that was callously slayed by the Greecian hero, Perseus. But, there are two other Gorgons known in history: Stheno, the mighty or strong, and Euryale, the Far Springer.” 

The room was bathed in silence as Hecat paused in her speech, giving the class time to take notes on the creatures. Ominis sat still, his mind awash with possibilities for why the new girl would need to be excused from this lesson. Her accent was Greek, that was for sure. Could she have a history with Gorgons? That wouldn’t make sense, though. Many students have had run-ins with the creatures discussed in DADA, but they were never offered to skip that lesson. So, why was the new girl so special? 

A sharp, insistent sound shook the blond from his thought spiral, causing him to wince at the volume suddenly ricochetting in his ears. A terrible hiss filled the room, slithering throughout the encompassing space and echoing off the tall, vaulted cathedral ceiling. It was haunting, eerie, constant, like the creak of the floor in an abandoned house or a busted pipe in the middle of the night when you’re the only one home. A shiver ran up Ominis’ spine at the sound, trying desperately to block it out while also listening to those around him to see if they heard it too. He heard no whisperings, but with a quick flick of his wand, sparking the wood to life, he could see the silhouette of his classmates looking around like they were trying to pinpoint where the sound was coming from. Ominis relaxed slightly, relieved that he wasn’t the only one hearing the incessant hissing. 

His relaxed posture only lasted for a moment as a voice suddenly cut through all the noise, low and dangerous like a rattlesnake's tail in the tall grass. It was similar to the snake he had been hearing, but different somehow— richer, more human sounding. Ominis’ heart stilled in his chest when he recognized the cadence, knowing it intimately from all the times he spoke it while living at home. Parseltongue. 

“Be quiet. Everything is fine, no one is going to hurt us.” 

At once, the hissing stopped, shrouding the room in a blanket of silence once again. Dread began to curl its way around Ominis’ chest at the understanding of what that meant— what that could mean for the future of Hogwarts in general. 

Someone in the room was a parselmouth like him, and he would bet all of his galleons on it being the new girl. 

But, what did she mean by “no one is going to hurt us?” Who was “us?”

The professor continued her lecture, drowning the never ending list of questions permeating in his mind that seemed to grow longer by the second. 

“Gorgons are the children of Phorcys, a primordial sea god, and Ceto, a sea goddess, who happen to be brother and sister.” 

A snicker came from the back of the classroom, followed by the voice of none other than Andrew Larson, the class’ resident moonmind. “Purebloods know all about that!” 

Hecat leveled him with a glare, not an ounce of amusement present in her tone as she spoke. “Must you make that joke whenever we talk about Greek history? I dare say it wasn’t funny the first handful of times you’ve said it, Mister Larson.” 

Ominis could almost see the embarrassment on Larson’s face when he stuttered his reply. “Um, n-no, professor. I j-just meant—”

“We all know what you meant.” She silenced him quickly, her smirk present in her voice. “Now, back to what I was saying. Phorcys and Ceto had a large family together, including the Graeae, the trio of elderly sisters that share an eye, Echidna, a being of half-human, half-snake, Ladon, a fearsome dragon who was tasked with guarding the golden apples of the Hesperides, and Scylla, a woman with dog-headed loins. Because of Ceto’s reputation for giving birth to terrors, each larger and more colorful than the last, she became known as the “mother of sea-monsters.” Ominis could feel Hecat’s eyes linger on him for a moment, her speech stilling slightly as she took in his deeply puzzled expression. “Of course, among those children were also the Gorgons.” 

The aging professor continued, her steps ebbing and flowing around the classroom like a steady stream. “According to myth, Medusa did not begin life as a Gorgon. She was Ceto’s only mortal born child— human as any other babe. Some even say she may have been of magical nature, like all of you in this very room.” 

The blond slytherin heard Hecat’s steps falter for a moment, the soft swish of her hand running along a desk off to his right. He craned his ears in the direction, his wand picking up the movement as he tried to discern the student that the former Unspeakable was paying special attention to. The silhouette of a girl filled his mindseye, her form slumping down slightly in her desk as she tugged lightly on the scarf wrapped around her head. Ominis’ frown stretched deeper across his face at the realization that the professor was checking on the new girl, again. What was so special about her? Why was everyone so enraptured by her presence? She didn’t seem all that remarkable when in the school building at least. She was just mysterious. He was mysterious at first, but the fascination with him soon dwindled as his peers realized he was the same as everyone else. 

So, the slytherin pondered, why was she still the talk of the halls? 

Why was Hecat teaching this lesson?

Why was it important for a group of pubescent teenagers to know about something that existed across the ocean from them?

Ominis had more questions than answers, and each one confounded him more and more by the second.

“Medusa was a devout follower of Athena, the goddess of wisdom, handicraft, and war. One night, while praying to her goddess, she captured the attention of Athena’s brother, Poseidon. He appeared to her, intent on taking what he believed should be ‘his.’” Hecat paused, her stony gaze sweeping across the classroom as if challenging anyone to so much as breathe too loud. “He took her there, in the temple, leaving her on the floor as she sobbed and prayed to her goddess for forgiveness.” 

Ominis could cut the tension coating the air of the room like a thick, viscous fog with a knife. No one dared make a sound, enraptured by the words of their wise mentor.

“Some myths say that Athena took pity on the girl and transformed her into something that no man could ever gaze on again. Some say she punished her for leading a man into her sacred temple and letting him defile it. No one knows the true story except those who were there, and the old gods have long since left our realm for their own paradise on Olympus.” 

The apprehension screaming in every magical mind surrounding the dearly loved, and feared, elder was palpable in the tiny class space. 

“Now, some of you may be wondering why I teach this lesson.” As if reading his mind, Ominis felt Hecat level him with a stare that burned hotter than even the most blistering fire poker. “The answer, of course, is that no one knows what happened to the child of Medusa and Poseidon.”

The young Gaunt felt all the air get sucked from his lungs as if a dementor escaped from Azkaban just to find him specifically. A child of a god and a witch? It was unheard of— it was disastrous. Their magic would be unstoppable; nothing in their world would ever match the power of a child brimming with that much otherworldly energy. Whether they used their powers for good or evil, or even some mix of the two, they would be legendary all the same. At that moment, a thought came to Ominis. Would they also be part Gorgon? If Medusa was transformed while with child, who's to say that the babe would not share the same affliction. 

As suddenly as a strike of lightning, or a downpour in April, Ominis Gaunt answered the question that had been on his mind since the start of term.

  The new girl was a Gorgon. 

How had he not realized before? The snakes that were always around when she was— how her head and eyes were always covered— how no one knew where she hailed from and had no hint other than the fact that her accent was vaguely Greecian? It was right in front of his blind eyes from the beginning; he was just too much of a jealous fool to see it. 

Just then the bell chimed across the campus, signaling the impending class change. Professor Hecat’s voice broke through the bustle of his peers standing and gathering their things in preparation for their trek to their next lesson. 

“We will continue our discussion on mythos and magic next week. Please remember to study for the upcoming OWLs! They are written and practical, so be sure to practice the physical spells as well as memorize the theory!” 

Ominis scrambled to gather his things, determined to catch the new girl before she disappeared into the crowd. Dodging around a loitering Sebastian— the brunette’s hand raised as if gearing to make some idiotic, yet somehow still brilliant, point— he all but sprinted into the congested hallway. His wand waved in front of him as he scanned each person he passed, his ears tuned to any noise that sounded vaguely serpentine in the hopes that her reptilian tresses would sound out as they always did this close to lunch time. Alas, they were as silent as a dead rodent in a viper pit. 

Just then, the young boy caught sight of the girl, her silhouette moving ferociously  among the masses as if she would rather be anywhere but there. Underneath all his confusion, morbid curiosity, and pulsating anger at how she has been endangering, and possibly enchanting, his best friend, Ominis felt a pang of pity. He didn’t blame her one bit for wanting to leave as quickly as possible— not at all. He knew all too well how it felt to have all eyes burning through his skin at every turn, even if no one else seemed to figure out her secret other than him. He couldn’t let her escape, though; he needed answers, he needed closure. Halting in his tracks, he racked his mind for what he could do to get her attention. She wouldn’t hear him call her name in the ruckus around them, nor could he keep up with her brusk pace. There was really only one option to choose, and as much as he hated to do it, snakes had an incredible sense of hearing, or rather, in their case, an excellent sense for vibrations. 

His voice flowed from his lips in a strong hiss, the air seeming to break just for the words to slither their way to their target like a bush adder in a pile of leaves. “I know what you are.” 

Ominis could hear her pulse quicken as she stilled. Everything else in the cramped space fell away, leaving just the two slytherin’s, each one with their own morose history that has been broadcasted for all the world to hear. Two peas in a pod— two sides to the same coin— two scales on the same snake. 

Her “pets” were startlingly silent as her hung head raised from its slumped position against her chest, her sigh heaving her shoulders into proper posture— a constrictor poised to strangle. 

The boy felt her words before he heard them— the air stilling around him like a world born anew. 

“I suppose it’s my turn to explain things, then.”

AN:

Shes baaaaaacccckkkkkkk :)

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Jee Dates

Enjoy some tooth rotting fluff...I love Uncle Buck and Uncle Tommy. 🥰 I have been writing so much but I guess it's because I definitely won't have the time once school starts back up!

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"Tommy, wake up," Buck said softly, gently shaking his boyfriend's shoulder. "It's Jee date day."

Tommy stirred, a smile spreading across his face even before he opened his eyes. "Already? What time is it?"

"Early," Buck chuckled, "but you know how excited she gets. We promised to pick her up at 9."

As Tommy got out of bed, stretching, Buck couldn't help but reflect on how they'd gotten to this point. He wasn't quite sure how it happened. He had always been close to his niece, but once he and Tommy started dating, she was drawn to Tommy like a magnet. And Tommy definitely didn't mind his adoring fan.

At first, it was casual outings - they would take her to the park or out for ice cream, or she'd come to their house for pancakes. But somehow, those casual meetups evolved into what they now called "Jee dates."

Now they had a standing date once a month where they would spend the whole day with Jee, doing activities of her choice. It had become something all three of them looked forward to, a special tradition that strengthened their bond as a family.

"So, remind me what the plan is for today?" Tommy asked as he pulled on a t-shirt.

Buck's grin widened. "To your delight, and Maddie's dismay, Jee has chosen the Monster Truck rally."

Tommy's face lit up with excitement. "Yes! I knew that kid had good taste."

"Well, she certainly takes after her Uncle Tommy in some ways," Buck laughed. "Maddie's convinced you're corrupting her daughter."

"Hey, expanding her interests is not corruption," Tommy defended playfully. "Besides, Jee loved Disney on Ice last month. She's a well-rounded kid."

Buck nodded, remembering how Jee's eyes had lit up watching her favorite characters glide across the ice. "That's true. From Disney princesses to monster trucks – our girl's got range."

"Exactly," Tommy agreed. "And who knows, maybe she'll grow up to be a professional ice skater who drives monster trucks in her spare time."

Buck couldn't help but laugh at the image. "Now that would be something to see. Maddie would probably blame us for that career choice too."

As they continued to get ready, both men felt a surge of anticipation for the day ahead. These "Jee dates" had become more than just a fun outing - they were a chance for Buck and Tommy to share their love, to be role models, and to create lasting memories with the little girl who had stolen both their hearts.

"Ready to go pick up our favorite girl?" Buck asked, keys in hand.

Tommy nodded, a soft smile on his face. "Always. Let's make this a Jee date to remember."

With that, they headed out, ready for a day full of monster trucks, cotton candy, and the unbridled joy of a child they both adored.

As they got into the car, Tommy grinned and said, "Ready for another adventure with Jee-bug, fellow Guncle?"

Buck rolled his eyes fondly. "You know, technically that's not quite right. I'm not gay, I'm bi."

Tommy's face took on an exaggerated look of shock, his voice deadpan and dripping with sarcasm. "Wait, you're bi? How come you never told me?"

Buck couldn't help but laugh, playfully shoving Tommy's shoulder. "Oh, shut up. You know what I mean."

Tommy's facade cracked as he chuckled. "I know, I know. But 'Quncles' doesn't roll off the tongue quite as well, does it?"

"True," Buck agreed, still grinning. "Though Maddie still thinks the qualifier isn't necessary."

Tommy nodded, his expression softening. "Right, because we're both just Jee's loving uncles, regardless of our sexuality."

"Exactly," Buck said. "But I have to admit, I do like our little 'Guncles' thing, even if it's not technically accurate for me."

As they pulled up to Maddie and Chimney's house, they could see Jee's excited face peering out the window, clearly having been watching for their arrival.

"Guncles!" she squealed as she ran out the door, Maddie following close behind with a backpack full of Jee's things.

Maddie shook her head with a fond smile. "I still say you're just uncles, but I guess I'm outvoted on this one."

Tommy grinned. "What can we say? The kid has spoken."

Buck just laughed as he got out of the car to scoop up their excited niece. "Ready for some monster trucks, Jee-bug?"

As they drove towards the Monster Truck rally, Jee chatted away happily in the backseat. Suddenly, she piped up with a series of questions that caught both men off guard.

"Hey Uncle Buck, how come you date boys? Are you guys ever gonna get married and be husbands? Can I be the flower girl if you do? And please don't get married at the hospital like Mommy and Daddy did, okay? And how come Mara and Denny have 2 Mommies? Are you ever gonna have a kid? Will your baby have 2 Daddies? If they do, will they be sad they don't have a Mommy? Will they call both of you Daddy?"

"Well, Jee-bug, that's a lot of questions," Buck started, his voice gentle. "I'll try to answer them all. I date boys, or in this case, your Uncle Tommy, because that's who I fell in love with. Some people love boys, some love girls, and some, like me, can love both."

Tommy nodded, adding, "And yes, we do plan to get married and be husbands someday. When we do, we'd love for you to be our flower girl."

"And we promise not to get married in a hospital," Buck chimed in with a grin. "We'll pick somewhere much more fun."

"As for Mara and Denny having two mommies," Tommy continued, "families come in all different shapes and sizes. Some have a mom and a dad, some have two moms or two dads, and some have just one parent."

Buck picked up the thread, "Tommy and I would love to have a family someday. And yes, if we do, your cousin will have two dads."

"But they won't be sad about not having a mommy," Tommy added. "Because they'll have two parents who love them very much, just like your mom and dad love you."

"And if we do have kids," Buck concluded, "they might call us both Daddy, or we might use different names to avoid confusion. We'll figure that out when the time comes."

Jee seemed to consider this for a moment. "Okay," she said finally. "Can we get cotton candy at the monster trucks?"

Buck and Tommy both chuckled at the abrupt change of subject, typical of a child Jee's age.

"Sure thing, Jee-bug," Tommy said, catching Buck's eye with a warm smile. They both felt a surge of love - for each other, for Jee, and for the family they would have someday.

[elodee]

HERMIT A DAY MAY - DAY 5

TinFoilChef x The Lord of the Rings (1978)

For TFC, I chose Ralph Bakshi's animated 1978 adaptation of The Lord of the Rings. I picked this one for TFC because he always made me think of Tolkein dwarves (what with the beard and the love of mining) and I wanted to draw him content and taking a rest in a cave. Bakshi's The Lord of the Rings, with its beautiful painted backgrounds, was the perfect fit here. If you want to learn more about Bakshi's The Lord of the Rings and see my reference images, take a look under the cut! (And of course, don't forget about the fundraiser for Gamers Outreach! Today is the BONUS DAY DOLLAR DRIVE so go throw in a dollar if you can!)

Ralph Bakshi's 1978 The Lord of the Rings is the direct origin of many of the designs and visual concepts that would later be used in Peter Jackson's The Lord of the Rings. While I love both adaptations, Bakshi's The Lord of the Rings is much lesser known now and overshadowed by the live-action movies, which is genuinely a shame. The movie covers the events of The Fellowship of the Ring and The Two Towers but the final Return of the King installment was never made. The animation is visually interesting and a little strange, since it uses traditional cartoon cell animation in combination with rotoscoping. The animation is overlaid on a series of atmospheric painted backgrounds which creates a beautifully surreal viewing experience. I watched Bakshi's The Lord of the Rings as a kid with my family and I just want more people to see and appreciate it too.

Style references:

The animated characters don't have any shading in most scenes and stand out from the very dynamically shaded backgrounds. There is a wide range of character designs in the movie, but for TFC I followed the design choices seen in the human characters and Gimli.

The backgrounds for the movie are stunning. This image in particular is actually concept art for the Mines of Moria, but it is in line with actual backgrounds from the movie and I really liked it so I used it as my primary inspiration for TFC's cave.

The 1978 The Lord of the Rings title design

[cosmiic-world]

his first choice — leon kennedy

another comfort/angst to fluff bcs i’m going THROUGH it. :’)

cw: self deprecation, feelings of loneliness, judgement, and overthinking.

you were supposed to be having fun. you were so excited to be invited to a hangout with your friends since it had been a while but now… you feel so left out.

“oh my god, do you remember that one time..?!” all they discussed were memories with each other but never any that you were a part of. they laughed and giggled at their own inside jokes, not paying attention to the way you fell behind the group, walking slower as you got distracted by shops that sparked your interest. as soon as you were about to speak up, you realized you’d fallen behind so you ran to catch up to them.

eventually, you all stopped at an ice cream parlor, sitting down inside to eat and talk some more. you simply listened since you had no input or even any idea what they were talking about. your phone rang and your eyes lit up at the caller id.

“who’s got you smiling at your phone like that?” one of your friends said, teasing.

“it’s my boyfriend, i’ll be right back.” you said as you got up from the table and turned a corner, your heart swelling at the fact that at least one of them paid some attention to you.

“leon! hi!” you said cheerfully, smiling as soon as you picked up.

“hey darling. you havin’ fun?” he said, chuckling at how you answered.

“mhmm! i am! what’s up?” you said, swaying side to side, unable to contain your excitement.

you heard your friends at the table giggle quietly, but you thought they were just being polite and conversating quietly.

“i just wanted to check up on you and let you know that i’m making dinner tonight so don’t be out so late.” he said.

you gasped and squealed a bit. “i can’t wait! i’ll see you soon! love you.”

“love you too baby. have fun.” he said before hanging up.

just as you were about to head back to the table, you overheard their conversation.

“she’s dating leon, right? kennedy?”

“yes! it’s insane how he ended up with someone like her.” one of them said, her tone laced with venom.

your heart broke right then and there. they were talking about you.

“she’s so boring! what does she even do for work?”

“who knows? she’s always been a nobody, even in high school.” that earned obnoxious laughter from all of them.

your breath hitched as tears quickly filled your eyes. thankfully you had your purse with you so you quickly left the ice cream parlor, wiping away your tears as you walked at a brisk pace.

once you were in your car, you sat there and cried. had they always talked about you? even in high school? and what they said. were you a nobody? even now?

as their words played over and over in your head, you started to think of your boyfriend, your thoughts being plauged by their words.

did your boyfriend even love you? or was he dating you out of pity? oh god, he pitied you didn’t he.

you couldn’t take it anymore and turned on your car, driving back to your house.

leon perked up as he heard the door open, wiping his hands on a towel. “you’re home already? were you that excited for di-“ his words were cut off as he took in your tear stained cheeks and puffy eyes. “baby, what’s wrong?” his teasing smile was immediately replaced with worry as he cupped your cheeks gently, searching your face as if it held all the answers.

“they… they called me a nobody..” you stuttered out through your sniffles and sobs. “the entire time, i felt s-so left out, and they didn’t even acknowledge me! it was like i was a ghost!” you cried out, your lip quivering.

“oh baby.. i’m sorry.” he said, kissing your forehead, your cheeks, and even your chin. he hugged you tightly but also gently as if you were fragile.

“do you pity me..? is that why we’re t-together?” you sniffled out, your eyes widening slightly as you felt his body stiffen against yours. what once was the perfect mold for your body turned into hard stone in the fraction of a second.

he pulled away slightly to look into your eyes, his eyebrows furrowed in either worry or sorrow. you couldn’t tell which it was. “i love you. never have i once pitied you. in fact, in my head, i’ve always worshipped you.”

“h-huh?”

“yes. you are my sun, my moon, my stars. you are my everything. and nothing can ever change that. you are, and always will be, the girl i love. forever and ever.” he watched as tears filled your eyes, wiping them away with the pads of his thunbs as they fell down your cheeks fast.

“i wake up in the morning to your beautiful face and it reminds me of why i chose to keep living. you are everything to me. and if those girls can’t see how amazing you are, i do. i see you all the time. you are everything i want and you are always in my mind.”

you hugged him tightly, sobbing hard into his shoulder, your body shaking as you felt him rub soothing circles into your back.

“i love you baby. so much.” he said, pulling away to place a kiss on your lips. he smiled as he looked deep into your eyes. he was always so entranced with your eyes.

“i love you too lee.” you said, smiling softly through your tears before kissing him again, pulling him close.

[mockerycrow]

REV ON THE REDLINE (Roommate!Gaz x GN!Reader)

roommate!gaz masterlist — gaz picture credit/source

summary; the first time you were in the car with Kyle was a memorable one. — Kyle is 17/18 in this fic, so the year range is 2011-2014. — 708 words

[WARNINGS; slight heartache, good memories, missing gaz hours.]

WHEN YOU would mention coming to visit Kyle, he absolutely demanded that he would take you on drives with him; in his words, it was a “necessity”. You always laughed—you knew he had a car, worked real hard for it himself and you knew he was proud of it, as this car was his first big purchase. You didn’t see any pictures of the car during your conversations as Kyle claimed you needed to see “the beauty in person”. You imagined yourself pushing the side of his head annoyedly from his stubbornness, making you laugh a bit harder than usual.

What you did not expect is when he came to pick you up from the airport, he arrived in a shiny red convertible. A “2004 Cadillac XLR” is what Kyle said. The interior was well taken care of, the seats were nice and you admit the area surrounding the gear knob being wood was an.. Interesting choice—Kyle told you to take that back, being possessive of his car—but he helped you put his bags in the trunk, and told you to hop in with his classic grin you’ve never gotten sick of.

“Better buckle up, love.” Kyle smirked whilst he clicked in his own seatbelt and adjusted his overhead mirror. You made a face while trying to hold in your laugh which he looked at you and tsk’d, and he swat your arm with the back of his hand. “C’mon, let me have a bit of fun, yeah?” Kyle uttered, which caused you to laugh. You buckled yourself into the passenger’s seat and he started his car. 

He turned his headlights on as it was night time and he pulled out of the airport parking lot. You turned on the radio, but you didn’t turn it up too loud. You glanced at him a couple of times as he drove down the road with a mischievous expression; one that widened each time you looked at him. “Kyle..” You said, your voice laced with a warning tone. “What?” Kyle laughed, his thumb tapping against the steering wheel to the beat of the song that was on—it was Foxey Lady by Jimi Hendrix if you recall right—and you pursed your lips together. “I’m not doin’ anything, sweets.”

You raised an eyebrow and let out an “mhm”, where you clearly did not believe him. The wind blew against your skin as the car went down twists and turns. The car began to slow, approached a red light, pulling up beside another car. You don’t remember the car’s brand, but you do remember that Kyle pointed the car out to you. A familiar song started to play on the radio and your eyes widened when you heard Kyle’s deep chuckle, and you watched as his hand grabbed his gear knob. Your heart dropped to your stomach because he was going to do what he told you he would. 

“Kyle, I sweAR TO GOD—” You yell the light turned green, and Kyle bursted out laughing as he revved the car to the redline. What scared you worse is that the car you were next to did the exact same thing. You’re suddenly slammed into your seat as the car takes off down the long stretch of road, which caused you to swear and you desperately grabbed onto anything and everything. “Kyle, ohmygod, you son of a bitch—” You snarled out of fear as you looked in your side mirror, the other car’s headlights rapidly leaving your view. Kyle couldn’t stop laughing as his engine roared, but you were sure your heart was pounding louder than his damn car. 

This is one luxury you don’t really have anymore now that Kyle’s in the military. He’s gone all the time. Yes, he still owns that old, red convertible—but it’s in a storage unit. Your heart hurts when the familiar song plays on the radio because you know he’s across the goddamn world and isn’t with you to laugh about him scaring the everliving shit out of you.

You pull up into a gated parking lot that held storage units, singing along to the song that’s playing on your radio. “Hear my motor screamin’ while I’m tearin’ up the street..”

[gravity-falls-fanatic89]

November's Naughty & Nice Stories

Day 1: Hello

Stan Pines x Reader fluff

Reading for all ages 😁

You had just moved into the area, a little spot tucked away in the forest called Gravity Falls, and had gotten situated in your apartment just after Halloween.

The town was quiet, especially with the holiday just ended, so you had time and space to check out everything and get settled in. You drove around, seeing all the local shops, diner, and holes in the wall, and enjoyed the drive. As you mindlessly went about, you managed to come to a place tucked away in the woods.

"Mystery Shack?" you thought to yourself, as you read the signs, indicating it was "A world of mystery!" and filled with "Creatures and wonders you've never seen before!" with it finishing off at the door with "No refunds!"

You shrugged, and parked the car, taking a slight interest in what this odd little place in the woods had inside. Opening the door, a little bell rang, and you were by yourself, with a sign on the wall telling you about the tours through the day, which showed you were early enough to make it to the next one coming up in a few minutes.

Walking around the gift shop area, you were checking out the mugs, snowglobes, and other souvenirs strewn through the shop. One of the more ridiculous looking things you found was a bobble head with a goofy looking guy. He had on a fez, and a little suit, with a huge toothy grin, beaming at you as the head shook lightly up and down.

Eh, he's cute enough, and you picked him up, deciding to buy it.

"Hey, no touchin' the merchandise unless yer buying it!"

Out of shock, you almost dropped the bobblehead, but thankfully caught it. You turned around and came face to face with the life sized version of it himself.

He was older, probably late 50s or so, but he carried it well. You could see the grey hair peek out from his fez, and how he carried himself with a pompous air. His chest was broad, and his suit hugged him very well, as he had one hand on a cane with an 8 ball at the top. He looked you over with a smirk, and his dark eyes behind his square framed glasses checked you top to bottom, as you felt your cheek begin to get heated all of a sudden.

"Excellent choice of souvenir from the world famous Mystery Shack!" he remarked, strolling up to you, close enough for you to smell the cologne and soap he used earlier in the day.

"Stan Pines, owner and proprietor of this lovely little establishment...And I'll let it slide with ya touchin' my goods since you've been my only customer all day, beautiful," he continues with a wink.

You blushed hard, and couldn't help but be a bit flattered by his cheesy and confident demeanor.

"Uh, hello, I'm Y/N. I just moved here, and somehow ended up here," and you nervously extended your hand to shake.

He took your hand, and pulled it to his lips, maintaining eye contact with you the whole time, smiling deeply, with his stubble grazing your hand, and his warm lips pressing on your skin. The warmth made your skin tingle and your heart skip. He was making you feel a bit smitten, and you just met.

"It's a pleasure to meet ya, and I'm glad ya took the time to visit the hidden gem of this weird little town," he said, pulling back, but gently holding your hand, "Could I interest you in a little personal tour around? My treat for a pretty little thing like you."

You nodded, and he let go of your hand, and switched it with his arm extended, and you gingerly slid yours into his.

He cleared his throat, and directed his free hand to the door:

"Step right up, and I'll show you a world of mystery!"

You smiled at him, as you both strolled out the door. This town may be a little weird, but you could get used to it.

This is my first one, so feel free to give me any opinions as I go ☺️ Odd number days are fluff, even number will be spicy/18+ as indicated.

Thank you for reading 🙏 I appreciate any feedback or just people enjoying it.

[rtfics]

. . . Harper suggests that Wednesday sparked Burton’s desire to revisit his 1988 cult classic Beetlejuice, with the show reigniting his creative drive after the bruising experience of working on Dumbo.

“Tim and I were in the middle of filming Wednesday in Romania,” says Harper, who accompanied Burton on the shoot, running from September 2021 to March 2022.

“We had some other projects circling, but then he just came to me one night after dinner and said, ‘I want to do Beetlejuice. It’s the one title that always gets asked when I’m making another one and I think, we have to do it now’,” he continues.

“Shooting Wednesday and getting inspired again about making stuff and having a great time on that show kind of gave him the momentum to get going on something.”

They discussed the idea in more depth over the weekend, and one week after the initial conversation, were talking to writers Seth Grahame-Smith as well as Gough and Millar (who co-wrote the screenplay) and pitching potential storylines.

“We kind of bashed out a story and an outline and three, four weeks later, I went to go pitch it to Warner Bros.,” says Harper.

It met with an enthusiastic response from Warner Bros. Motion Picture Group’s then recently installed co-chairs Pamela Abdy and Mike De Luca, even if they have since revealed that getting the project over the line was not a given.

One of the key prerequisites for Burton was getting original cast members Michael Keaton, Winona Ryder and Catherine O’Hara back on board.

“Tim was very adamant that Michael had to sign on and that Catherine and Winona also had to be part of this. He was like, ‘If one of them doesn’t want to do it, or can’t see their path forward, then we don’t have a movie’,” recalls Harper.

The choice of Wednesday star Ortega for the role of Beetlejuice Beetlejuice character Astrid Deetz was obvious to both Burton and Harper but neither knew whether the actress would bite.

“We had the script, and we were basically getting Michael, Catherine and Winona on board,” recalls Harper. “I said to Tim, “We know who the perfect person for the daughter is’. He was like, ‘I know but do you think Jenna will be interested?”

“It was pretty much the weekend we were putting out the series. We had just had the premiere. He was in L.A., and had a meeting with Jenna. He handed her the script and said, ‘I know what my next project is, and if there’s something in here that you think you can tap into, I would love for you to be part of it’.”

“She was like totally freaked out. She’s a huge fan of Beetlejuice… She talks about driving home from Malibu and pulling over to read the script immediately. It all came together as the show was going out.”

Like the development phase, pre-production and the actual shoot of Beetlejuice Beetlejuice were speedy.

“We shot this movie in 48 days, when most big studio films are in the 70, 80-day range, on a budget way below $100 million,” says Harper.

“With Tim, the best approach is to work with a small art department on the concept art, creature design and costume design, staying small, to then explode out once you have designs. We prepped the movie in like 11 weeks, and then shot in 48 days, which is very fast.”

Harper reveals they toyed with the idea of filming in Romania on the back of their Wednesday experiences but ultimately chose the UK, with some filming of exterior shots in Boston and Vermont.

This decision was based partly on the fact that space was available at the Warner Bros. Studios Leavesden, and the UK tax incentives.

“We talked about shooting it in Romania but then ended up pivoting to England,” says Harper. “Warners had stages open. And then we were like,’ You know what, let’s just go to England, because we’re also going to do post there’.”

“It was the right place to make the movie because we ended up building 77 sets and our creature department is also based there. Sometimes, it’s the little things in the movie, that are also hugely important, that tell you where to go. On did Top Gun: Maverick, we shot in L.A., because the jets were there.”

Harper and Burton, who have worked on and off together since an initial collaboration on Big Fish in 2003, have a number of other joint projects bubbling, notably, Burton’s remake of Attack Of The Fifty-Foot Woman.

“That’s something we’ve been developing with a writer for a while for which we’re supposed to get a script soon,” says the producer.

Harper says it is too early to take a decision on whether there will be a third Beetlejuice instalment although he does not rule it out.

“I think with Tim’s love for the title and the characters, the door is open, but we’ll see what happens next,” he says.

In the backdrop, there could also be potential future collaborations with Plan B, which was a producer on the Beetlejuice Beetlejuice.

“We were developing other stuff with them that didn’t get triggered, but had a great partnership with them, so we were like, ‘Come with us on this one’, although it was Tim and I, our companies, which ran point on the project,” says Harper, who says the other projects could still go forward.

[lostbetweenvampiresandmusic]

Changes Chapter 6

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The full moon shone brightly on the dimly lit road. It was early morning, and most people had ceased their driving for the day - either because they were home or because they found a motel to stop at. There was one car, a rusty coloured model, driving down the road. The windows were open, and if you tried, you could hear the notes of Bach and Brahms flowing through the air.

Normally, Max would have sped up, having used the loneliness the night brought to get to his destination quicker than legally possible. However, the problem was that he didn't quite know where his destination was. After his visit to the Widow, he immediately took his car to go and find Lucien's home. The problem was that Lucien had never told him where he lived, and he just had the description of "an old family crypt" to go on. So here he was, in the middle of nowhere, in the middle of the night, looking for a crypt that could be god knows where.

With a frustrated sigh, Max turned the music down, stopping on the side of the road. He took a map out o this glove compartment, folding it open and staring at the hundreds of lines depicted on it. He took a pen from his chest pocket, crossing out certain places. Lucien had said it was a two hour drive from his crypt to Santa Carla, so that eliminated a lot of cemeteries already. He sighed, crossing out some more options. Lucien had never shown any interest in cities like Los Angeles, so for him to go south and move closer to there was unlikely. So, for now, anything south of Santa Carla was ruled out. Max was about to fold his map away when his eye fell on a place. Oakley. If he recalled correctly - and he did - Lucien was from Oakley.

A grin appeared on his face as he restarted his car, racing down the roads to the town. It would make the search much easier - tomorrow evening, he'd start. It was already four in the morning, and he'd have to find a place to stay soon. At four thirty, he parked at a motel, quickly getting out and walking towards the home office. No one was there, so he rang the doorbell, hoping for the best. He had some time to spare, luckily.

"You had a long night, didn't you?" A middle-aged woman opened the door for him. She was dressed in a bathrobe and some slippers, curlers in her hair - but besides that, she seemed energised enough as if she'd been awake for onpy a few hours.

"Yeah, you can say that. Do you have a room for tonight?" Max smiled kindly, grabbing his wallet.

"Sure. Any special wishes? We got one with a single bed, double, king-sized-"

"A single is just fine."

Max knew that if the quality of the curtains was bad, he would have no choice but to sleep in the bathroom. Getting the mattress of a single in there was easier than struggling with a mattress the size of a double or bigger.

"Sure thing hon. Just for one night?"

"Yes. If everything goes as planned I'll be going back home tomorrow."

"You here for a job?"

"Something like that."

He paid for his room, taking the key, and quickly moved towards room number 17. With the time he spent inside talking, he was really cutting it close. As he opened the door, he saw what he had suspected. The room was old, and he was certain he'd find mould in the corners of the room. A wooden bed stood in the middle of the room, on top of a faded yellow carpet. Across from the bed was a desk with a chair, and above that, a mirror that could really use some cleaning. Max sighed. He hated motels for this exact reason. But it would do. It would only be for one night. He wanted to find answers, and if this was the cost, he could survive it for one night.

As he got ready for the night, he couldn't help but be amused. As a human, more than a few centuries ago, he had been germaphobic. At least, that's what it would be called nowadays. Back then, it was called weird. You'd think that after so much time, he'd gotten over it, but there were moments where it still bothered him. It had gotten better. Killing didn't bother him, nor did the mess the boys made. But certain areas and spaces made him feel icky. Especially spaces occupied by mainly humans were a problem. He sighed as he looked around, deciding that if he had to sleep somewhere else the next evening, he'd find some high-quality hotel or something. He shoved the desk in front of the door, blocking anyone from entering.

The next evening, he awoke early. He had slept horribly, sitting on the bathroom floor after deciding that the mattress was simply too gross to even consider touching. It basically came down to him hardly having slept, but he decided not to care too much about that. One night of not sleeping wouldn't do anyone much harm. As he packed his bag and put the furniture back in place, he couldn't help but make a mental note that he'd have to invest in a camper or something similar. At least the mess he'd find in there would be his own.

"Good luck with your trip!" The woman from the night before called to him as a goodbye after he left the keys at her desk. He had no intention to stay and talk, knowing that the question 'How did you enjoy your stay' would come up, and his answer wouldn't be satisfactory. In his haste to leave, he didn't notice the woman staring at him and slightly shaking her head.

"What a strange man..."

It was a little after ten when Max found his way to the cemetery. He parked his car outside the gate, turning both the motor and the light off. There were only three crypts in this cemetery, making his search easier than he had anticipated. The first one he came upon, laying in the middle of some rosebushes, was locked. He made his way past the graves, noticing how many stones laid bare before walking up to the second crypt. This one was unlocked. He pushed the stone door open, and was surprised at the sight before him.

Lose papers were spread everywhere around on the floor, a broken chair and desk laid in the corner of the crypt - as if someone had thrown it there. In the middle of the room was Luciens coffin, broken to pieces. Max walked in, looking around. There were scratchmarks on the door, the walls, the wooden remnants of furniture. There had been a fight here. And someone was taken.

Max closed the crypt door, looking at the papers on the floor. He recognised the handwriting as Luciens, making hundreds of notes next to typed documents. He quickly collected them all, scanning them quickly to see if he could find mention of Julie's name.

Test subject 7B has shown no interest in participating in the experiments.

His eyes fell on that line, noticing Luciens handwriting next to it.

Julie???

Another page that had a picture of a large metal pipe forced through a woman's torso. Even on the black and white photograph it looked gruesome.

Subject 7B has yet to complete the change fully. Injuries seem to stop bleeding sooner but take longer to fully heal. Bruises sustained in an earlier fight (date 23/2/1985) seem to only now (05/3/1985) start to heal and lighten in colour. Estimated recovery time for the impalement is three months.

As Max piled together more and more papers, he quickly realised they were a medical file. Pages upon pages describing the horrors done tot he poor girl. As he finally collected the last page, he realised he had about a hundred in his hands. No wonder Julie had nightmares. Just skipping through the pages and seeing what they described was enough to make him physically ill.

Max sighed as he stood up, walking towards the door. Lucien was nowhere to be found - and that too worried him. He wouldn't just leave his place abandoned like this. Max looked around one last time, noticing a scrap of paper laying in the floor under some pieces of wood.

Berkeley University

Max frowned as he looked at the card. Lucien didn't go to university, so why did he have this card? He looked at his watch, noticing it was nearing twelve already, and decided that the crypt would be his spot for the night. Until then, he'd go and investigate the only lead he had. What was Lucien doing at Berkeley University? It was a short drive, taking only twenty minutes, before Max saw the university building arise at the horizon. It seemed to have a botanical garden, with brightly lit glass domes and - as far as Max could see from this distance - loads of exotic flora. The building itself was old, but people were working hard to keep it modern. On the left side of the building was some scaffolding. Max grinned. Of course, he could have made his way in through an open window or door anyway, but this made it much easier.

As he parked the car, he couldn't help but wonder what Lucien had been doing here. The vampire had been known for being lazy, refusing to take any jobs, and claiming that the undead live was one for free time - not for work. So, why would he go to the university? He didn't seem like the type to take up classes or teach for that matter. Max made his way to the side of the building, flying up - not wanting to climb the metal stairs of the scaffolding and risk being found out - and entering through an open window. Once inside, he stopped and looked around. The walls were split in two, the upper half bare, painted a bright white colour. The bottom was lined with faded yellow tiles. The floor was made of granite, and it could definitely use an update. The number of cracks in the floor was, in his opinion, unnecessary.

He walked down the hallway, searching for an office with Luciens name on it. It was his best shot. As he searched both the third and second floor hallways, he realised quickly that it was unlikely he'd find it like this. Maybe Lucien used a different name - something Max realised he should have thought of earlier - and maybe he had a hidden office or had just come here for a meeting with someone. He sighed, walking down the stairs towards the entrance of the building. With any luck, there was a receptionist there - or at least someone from the university - who could tell him if they knew Lucien and his whereabouts.

"Sir? You can't be here." A young man, in his twenties and probably working the nightshift as a side job to finance his studies, looked at Max. Max smiled kindly. The kid would not be a problem. He was scrawny, sounded nervous, and looked as if he had never won a single argument in his life.

"I'm sorry for barging in," Max said, "but I was looking to surprise a friend of mine. He said he worked here. Maybe you know him? Lucien-"

"Yes? Eh - he does work here sometimes, but he never really stays long. I haven't seen him tonight."

"Do you know where his office is?" Max asked, a subtle force in his voice. The boy would not refuse him - and if he did, he could always hypnotise the student. It would be tricky since he hadn't done it in a while, but he was certain he still could.

The student nodded, walking away from Max. He walked down a long hallway, opening a door at the end of it. Behind the door was the entrance to the botanical garden - but also a winding staircase going down. Max quickly dismissed the boy, closing the door behind him. First, he'd take a look at the botanical garden. Within a couple of hours, the sun would rise, and he would have no time then to investigate.

Wild flowers grew everywhere, hiding the pathways around the fountain in the middle of the greenhouse. As he did a quick sweep, he didn't find any sign of Lucien - or anyone else for that matter. What he did find, however, worried him. The plants growing here were medicinal, for the main part. That in and of itself wasn't that weird - but the fact that the majority of these plants were potentially harmful to both humans and vampires? Yes, that worried him.

Next chapter >

[honeypiehotchner]

Devil's Backbone (Unsub!Hotch x Fem!Reader) -- part nine

We'll be back to Wed/Fri next week I promise!! Btw I listened to "Decode" a lot while writing more of Hotch spiraling so......

Warnings: reader dealing w the aftermath of how Hotch treated her in the last chapter, more lies

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Nine: How did we get here? -- "Decode" by Paramore

After you left, Hotch continued talking to himself for a few seconds before “ending” the phone call. He felt stupid faking a call, but he needed you to leave and not ask questions. He knew you had questions, and that was worrisome.

He hadn’t meant for all of that to happen. But he felt better now, reinvigorated, so that was worth it, he supposed. He needed the boost of energy. He had unsubs to find. You would understand.

The unsub who ran would be hard to find, Hotch knew that. He was good at hiding, it was what took them so long to track him down in the first place, and they wouldn’t have if it weren’t for the kid.

But there were others Hotch could take care of in the meantime. One in particular was just a few hours south. He could use a road trip.

+++

You didn’t tell anyone about your night with Aaron. You couldn’t. You were barely able to make sense of it in your own mind, let alone speak it out loud to someone else.

The way he handled you. It was different from before. His hands had changed.

You took the day off from work, telling Rossi you just needed to sleep. The last case exhausted you; that was all. He tried to press, but eventually let you go.

But you didn’t sleep. You slept after having sex with Aaron because you were past the point of exhaustion. You had no choice but to sleep, but now you weren’t tired enough. Your mind was still awake and running wild with questions.

You replayed the night over in your brain until it felt like it didn’t happen at all.

You laid on your couch, stared at the ceiling, and dozed. Remade the night in your head until it was a fantasy of what could’ve been if he had only let you in and let you love him in the first place.

Your phone rang and you wished it was Aaron, but knew it wasn’t. It was Penelope.

You rolled over, and let your voicemail answer.

+++

Hotch made good time driving south to North Carolina. Between energy drinks and chewing Excedrin, he barely needed to sleep at all. The four-hour drive breezed past, and soon he was sitting outside the unsub’s neighborhood, waiting.

He thought too much about you. Turning the radio as loud as it went did nothing to fight off the images of you that flashed before his eyes.

The previous version of him, before Foyet, would have called you instead of repeatedly searching the radio for something interesting. He always ended back up on the news, wanting to hear what was going on locally. Sometimes he checked national news, and sometimes he checked specific forums that he knew to watch, just in case he appeared there.

His stomach growled, and he cussed at it. He knew he should’ve eaten something before parking, but he couldn’t get this unsub off his mind. He’d eat after he handled this unsub. That was a deal he made for himself. He’d be hungry after this, and he needed to drive back to Quantico tonight, too. He couldn’t stay.

It took a few hours until Hotch saw the unsub’s car returning to the neighborhood. Hotch waited a few minutes before jumping out of his car and following.

With his gun tucked in the waistband of his jeans on his back, he knew what he had to do. He didn’t have as much time as he wanted with this unsub, but that was fine. He walked right up to his house, bypassing the open garage to ring the doorbell out front. The unsub answered with a confused greeting.

The ruse worked all the same. The unsub let Hotch into his house willingly, asking “Gideon” how he had been. How nice it was of him to check in. How the unsub had his life turned around.

Hotch waited until the unsub bent to grab drinks from the fridge. He shot him twice in the back of the head and neck, and left him there. The unsub lived alone, but someone would find out eventually. It wasn’t Hotch’s business.

He closed the garage and shut the lights off before he left. No one was home, after all.

+++

You went back to work after one day off. You needed to get off the couch and out of your apartment before you drove yourself insane with overthinking.

What the hell were you thinking? Going to Hotch’s place and going inside like that. Letting him do those things to you. No one could ever know about that. You knew that much. It had to remain a secret. You weren’t supposed to have any contact with him. You knew that, and you broke that rule. Foolishly. You knew better than that.

Penelope was the first to ask how you were doing. You swore she had special senses or something because she was waiting for you when you got off the elevator.

“Hey,” she called out, walking beside you, her heels clicking on the floor. “Rossi said you stayed home yesterday out of the blue. I tried calling you but it went to voicemail.”

“I know, I’m sorry Pen,” you tried to smile. “I was just really tired so I didn’t look at my phone or anything.”

“Okay,” she frowned. “Can I do anything? Tea? Do you want to get lunch together?”

“Sure,” you conceded, smiling genuinely then. “I’d love that. Let’s do lunch.”

“Awesome,” she grinned, her pink lipgloss sparkling with her smile. “I’m off to the cave. Come see me if you need anything, okay?”

You nodded. “I will, thanks Pen.”

Her concern worried you more than anything. You didn’t think you were that obvious with how bad you were doing. You thought you were hiding it well, but then again, there was never any hiding when working with profilers. Even Pen, who didn’t profile every day, still knew her friends extremely well and knew when something was wrong.

Everyone else knew, too. The second you walked through the glass doors, Emily was up and giving you a hug, asking if you felt any better. JJ followed and rubbed your back, asking if you wanted any coffee. Derek came over and gave a hug as well, and his stern look of worry. Reid waved from his desk and said it was glad to see you back.

“I was gone for one day,” you laughed, putting your purse down on your desk and plopping yourself down in your chair.

“It was kinda out of nowhere though,” Reid piped up. “Were you sick?”

“Sure,” you shrugged. “I was just exhausted, I think. I slept the whole day.”

“Were you avoiding something?”

“Reid,” Morgan warned. “Relax.”

Spencer grimaced. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay, don’t worry about it,” you shook your head. “Maybe I was, who knows? I’ll bring it up to my therapist,” you grinned, but none of them laughed. You cleared your throat. They stared back at you. “Why are you staring at me?”

“Nothing,” Emily said, shrugging, letting out a weak chuckle. “We all need therapists after the few months we’ve had.”

“You guys don’t have therapists?” Reid asked.

That got everyone to laugh.

“Oh, uh, by the way,” Morgan nudged your shoulder. “Rossi wanted to see you at some point today.”

“Okay…” He probably just wanted to check on you, but still, it unnerved you. “I’ll go get that over with now.”

You hauled yourself up and skipped up the stairs, bypassing Hotch’s office. You tried not to look at the door too long, but it startled you, seeing it empty. You kept walking, knocking on Rossi’s door and listening for him to invite you inside.

He opened the door for you, looking relieved to see that it was you. “Hey, come on in.”

You were welcomed inside and sat down on Rossi’s couch, and he took the seat next to you. You thought this meant that the conversation was a friendly check-in, but it verged away from friendly very quickly.

“Did you visit Aaron?”

You tried to keep your shock under control. “I did.”

“How was he?” Rossi asked.

“Good,” you lied. “I gave him some flowers. They seemed to cheer him up.”

“That’s good,” Rossi smiled softly. “How are you?”

“Fine,” you lied again, this time shrugging. “Moving on from it. Thanks for letting me have yesterday off. Resting really helped.”

Rossi waved his hand. “No need to thank me, but I’m glad it helped.” He paused, exhaling. “Strauss is worried about Aaron.”

“We all are,” you shrugged. “He’s been through a lot.”

“Yes, he has,” Rossi agreed. “But she’s…more concerned than we are, I’ll say. I was wondering if you wanted to shed some light on how he’s doing.”

“I mean, he…” You trailed off, fiddling with your hands. Should you say something? You didn’t care about betraying him. You did that when you first contacted Strauss. Betraying him wasn’t the issue.

It was admitting to yourself that something was wrong with him. Deeply. Enough to cause serious, genuine worry. Enough to intervene.

But what proof of that did you have? That he fucked you and kicked you out? You were not going to disclose that information, especially not to Rossi.

“He’s as good as you can expect him to be while grieving,” you finally said. “I think he’s fine.”

Rossi clearly did not believe you, but he let it go, and let you go back to your desk, which was completely fine with you.

You were saddled with paperwork that you didn’t do yesterday, and more because apparently new Use of Force reports are due. When are they not due?

Lunchtime rolled around slowly, and you sprung up from your desk like you were on a trampoline when Penelope came waltzing through the doors.

She laughed when she saw you were already standing. “Normally I have to pry you from your desk.”

“I’m starving,” you said. It was a half-lie. “Where are we eating?”

“Wherever you want,” she linked your arm in hers. “Anyone else want to join? JJ?”

JJ walked past briskly, shaking her head. “Can’t, sorry, sorting through some files.” She bounded the steps to the second level, pausing to lean over the railing. “I’ve misplaced a couple-- It’s not a big deal, they’re probably just buried under everything, but still. Thanks though.” She breezed into Rossi’s office and shut the door.

Pen blinked. “Okay.” She gave you a weird look and you returned it. “Any other takers?”

Reid was mid-bite of his usual PB&J, and Emily and Morgan were on the phone, shaking their heads.

You and Pen left the BAU alone, preparing for an ultimate girls lunch. Complete with food and gossip. Except, you weren’t in the mood for gossip because all Pen wanted to know about was Hotch. Before you even ordered food, Pen started with the questions.

“Okay, obviously something happened, because you never go off the grid like that.” She leaned forward on the table. “What happened yesterday?”

“Nothing happened,” you insisted. Because technically, it was the day before. Not that that even remotely mattered. “I was just tired.”

“Did you go see Hotch?”

Your eyes widened. “Penelope.”

“I knew it!” she cheered quietly. “I knew it! You two were too close when he was here, I knew you’d keep in touch.”

“We haven’t exactly kept in touch,” you replied. “He refuses to speak to me.” Technically the truth. He did refuse to speak to you. He might have fucked you, but there was no talking involved. Barely any.

“What?”

“I went to his apartment with some flowers to apologize and wish him well but he… He refused to speak to me,” you shrugged. “I mean, he took the flowers, but we barely spoke, and I left.” You kept your eyes down on your drink, swirling your straw, hoping you came across as ashamed and not a liar.

“Oh, babe…” Penelope rested her hand on yours. “I am so sorry. You really liked him.”

“I did,” you exhaled through a small laugh, then shook your head. “But it’s fine. Other fish in the sea, and all that. Not to mention,” you lowered your voice, “he’s my boss, Pen. What was I thinking?”

“Uh, you were thinking how hot it is,” she replied, her voice just above a whisper, but she was grinning. “It’s fine to have fantasies! Don’t beat yourself up over it.” She squeezed your hand.

“Thanks, Pen,” you smiled, squeezing her hand back. “Now. What are we thinking for food? I really am starving.”

+++

Hotch was just about to head out to find another unsub when his phone began ringing. He sighed heavily and spun around, hoping it wasn’t you, because the last thing he wanted to do was deal with you any more. It turned out to be Rossi.

“Hey Dave,” Aaron made sure to smile as he said it, hoping that translated in his tone. “What’s up?”

“Oh, nothing much,” Rossi sighed. “The usual. What are you up to?”

Aaron set his duffle bag down gently. Rossi never called for no reason. “Was just about to head on a short run,” Aaron said.

“Running a lot lately, huh?”

“Yeah,” Aaron chuckled, suddenly worried. Was Rossi onto him? How was he supposed to know? He felt ridiculous, being a profiler and unable to tell what Rossi was feeling. “It’s been good for uh…coping, you know. I don’t know,” he laughed. “I probably sound stupid.”

“Not at all,” Dave replied. “I won’t keep you. I just had one quick question.”

There it is. “Sure, what is it?”

“JJ is missing a few files, and I was just wondering if you might have them. The Holman case, the Goodman case, and a few others.”

“Holman?” Hotch asked. “Wasn’t he killed a few days ago?” Only a few days ago…what happened to the time?

“Yeah,” Dave sighed. “Anyway, take a look through your office after your run and give me a call, deal?”

“Deal,” Hotch said, smiling again. “I’ll talk to you later.”

“See ya,” Dave replied. “Don’t give yourself a stroke.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Hotch laughed. “Bye.”

Hotch sighed, setting his phone on the counter. This next unsub had to wait until the next day. Hotch had files to burn.

[maleyanderecafe]

Where Winter Crows Go (Visual Novel)

Created by: Pri Karin

Genre: Romance/Horror

Where Winter Crows Go is very pretty, but also the amount of Chaga jokes that Cherry and I made- Anyways, the UI and artwork that are used for this game is very pretty and it's pretty cool being able to sort of change Aspen's personality based of choices is also pretty fun, though currently it's mostly fluff with fairly little yandere content. Hopefully we'll see more of it in the future.

The MC's default name is Aspen so I will refer to them as such.

The story starts out with Aspen driving to a remote winter area as a get away to relax after their job. They end up having car troubles after they veer and crash thanks to a crow in the middle of the road. Frustrated and far from the town they were going to vacation at, Aspen trudges through the snow to find shelter. They end up finding a cabin in the middle of the woods and knocks on it before passing out. Upon waking up, we see that a man named Crowe has taken them into his cabin and is currently making them food. Crowe will end up cooking them food as well as giving them Chaga tea. The next day, while Crowe is doing something, Aspen hangs around in the living room and ends up picking up a book from the bookshelf. When Crowe walks in, he will be embarrassed since the book Aspen is reading is a book that Crowe wrote himself. Crowe brings Aspen out to go look for their car, and while they are outside, go foraging while having a nice picnic in the middle of the snow. Crowe also gifts Aspen a pair of gloves while they go out. The next day, Aspen has a dream about a crow, warning them about Crowe. Depending on your relationship with Crowe, Aspen will have different things to say, ranging from stating that they trust him, to feeling indifferent to being wary around them. After waking up, Aspen decides to try to head back into town, but Crowe stops them. Aspen gets angry at Crowe for trying to stop them, with Crowe making up excuses like the fact that there might be a blizzard. Angry, Aspen basically goes back into their room to try to calm themselves down.

I will start out by saying that Where Winter Crows Go has a very pretty UI and artwork. I've said this a lot but I genuinely really like it when visual novels and just games in general have a UI that fits well into their story, with Where Winter Crows Go having a more black and regal looking UI to fit in with the more style of winter it's going for- reminds me a bit of the black fences that you often see in winter scenes near houses. The artwork is also very pretty, from the sprites themselves to the CGs that we see, to even the small images of food-they all look really wonderful. Aesthetically, the game itself is very well made. It's also nice that there are various ways that the MC can be presented with more meek, uncertain and playful options available.

In terms of story, Where Winter Crow Go feels a bit more like a slow burn as we're shown various activities that Aspen does with Crowe, from cooking and eating, to reading to drinking... a lot of Chaga tea, to going out to explore with Crowe. As such though we don't really get to see too much yandere stuff with Crowe himself, other than a couple of lines of possession and him trying to keep Aspen inside of his cabin through various excuses. It's also likely implied that Crowe has some sort of connection over actual crows, likely the one that caused Aspen to crash in the first place was somehow correlated with crow himself, along with possibly the crow in the dreams and the various ones we see while outside. I think the voice actor does do a good job of depicting Crowe, even if he physically does sound like he wouldn't be 30 (but who knows, am I right). But as I said, we don't really know much about what type of yandere Crowe will be based on the small bits that we see in the demo. I feel like he's much more of a lighter yandere, though we also don't know the reason why Crowe is interested in Aspen in the first place since as far as we know, the two have never really met before. Again, hard to say because we don't have too much information about him as a yandere. He does seem pretty smart and fairly reasonable at least in terms of how he speaks, so I would imagine he's probably more of a protective yandere if I had to guess, but it could be different in the future. Although seriously, this guy really is addicted to Chaga Tea.

Still though, the game is fairly impressive for a demo, having already a couple of days out with very pretty artwork, good UI and a fairly long script from what I can see. I am curious to see how this and their other games will unfold in the future.

[jellyfishsthings]

Warnings: smut, minors do not interact, sex in a library, oral(fem!reader receiving), man handling, fucked from behind, rough, fluffy ending...

As Remus finished his essay for Magic History. His eyes hurt like hell. He removed his glasses and rubbed his eyes tiredly. He looked at his reflection in the library window opposite him. The person that looked back at him looked nothing like him. A scar ran across his nose. One of his first ones. His forest green eyes looked haunted. His curly fluffy hair was pushed back by his round wire-framed glasses.

A movement stole his attention. There she was. Her beautiful face morphed in interest when her curious eyes ran along the bookshelves and met the titles of the romance section. Tell me what you are reading love. I will do everything to you. Just say the word. He chuckled lightly at the thought. One day. One day, he would. Hopefully today.

She made her way towards the back room. Only eight people had access to that room. The Head Boys and Head Girls of every house could use that room. Lucky them, they both had that privilege. He grabbed his things and entered the room. Letting them sit at one of the tables and closing in on her form.

"What are you reading, dovey? Is it one of your erotica books again?" He whispered in her ear as he hugged her close and started leaving lazy hickeys in her neck.

"First of all, how dare you say such vile and filthy things to your girlfriend, mister? I shall have you reported to the Headmaster right away," she said as she leaned back on him. Teasing him. She was in a good mood today. "And I shall have you know that i-" she trailed off in her sentence as he slightly pinched her tits through her uniform.

"You were saying?" He teased back. Just as she opened her mouth to banter with him he proposed a deal. "Sweetheart, I want to try something."

"Okay"

"You see, you read all these books and I am curious to see why you like them so much. Yet I know that you would never let me read them. So I thought that we should make a deal. You can read them to me while I eat you out. You know how much I love eating you out, don't you? If you manage to read me at least one chapter I will reward you. What do you say, honey?"

"Right here?"

"We can wait until later when I can sneak into your dorm. But then I won't be able to fuck you against bookcases. Or while you are bent over these desks. It's your choice, my love."

"If I agree with your term, will you do both?"

"If you can take it…"

She didn't need to hear more. She ran towards one of the desks and hopped on one. He buried one hand in her hair and placed a kiss on her lips. "I love you" he whispered sweetly in the kiss and when he broke it he kneeled in front of her removing her trousers and her underwear.

"Yeah… me too. Now get on with it. I always wanted to try this" she demanded

He bit in her inner thighs, drawing a high-pitched squeal from her and mouthing over her cunt "bossy eager girl".

She whined and to which he responded "I am not starting until I hear you reading"

She huffed and began narrating. "Chapter 11. The phone rang as he was buried deep inside her.

"Don't answer that" she begged.

Yet he ignored her and reached for it any-anyway"

Her voice lost its volume as he started lapping at her. He knew how to drive each and every sound out of her. He was going easy.

She continued steadily until he started practically making out with her pussy. His tongue was entering her constantly. He sucked everywhere as if trying to form hickeys and separated her now swollen lips every few seconds.

"Continue," he said in a rough voice.

And that she did. She drew her whole willpower and focused on reading. Though as he got more eager she lost her concentration. She had read three whole pages and only one was left. He wouldn't notice. Especially since her thighs were so tightly pressed in his ears.

"Remus, please. More." Within a few seconds, she was undone by him. Cumming in his tongue, on his lips, as he devoured her like there was no tomorrow.

"Good job love. Only one page short. Next time you won't be able to read one sentence. Now stand on your feet." She complied without a pause.

"Turn around" she did. He placed one hand on her back and slowly pushed her down to lie at the table.

"Grab the edges and stay still" she didn't need to hear it twice.

He removed his pants and boxers. Grabbed her hips and entered her, hard. Making her cry in ecstasy. A slap was delivered to her ass shortly after "Quiet or else, I will leave you here. Alone. Aching in silence." She nodded fast and bit her arm to stay quiet.

He was flying in and out of her. Leaving always only his tip in. He was torturing her. His pace was animalistic. Hard and incredibly deep. Each thrust made her crazy with want and pleasure. One of his hands maintained its tight grip on her while the other tried to take hostage every curve, every slope, every inch of her. He was rough with her and they both absolutely loved it.

She was moving up and down from the force of his movements. Each one of them made her breasts brush the material of one of his old sweaters, as they had escaped from her bra, creating a great stimulation to her nipples.

"Do you think you can take it if we move to the bookcases? Or have I already turned your legs to Jello?"

"Bookcase …now" her voice was hitched and broke from his thrusts. He grabbed her, moving her five paces towards one of his favourite shelves. A plan formed in his head.

"Hands on each side. Spread your legs for me love" she did as she was told blindly. He reached even deeper now if that was even possible.

"Oh God"

"Glad to see you praising me, dove"

"You cocky bastard" she fired back in a voice so dreamy and breathy making her insult sound like a compliment.

"Your cocky bastard. Only yours" he said before he started pistoning his hips into hers. The sound of their skins slapping filled the room. His hand snaked in her front. Under her shirt and playing with one of her breasts. It was too much for her to handle. Her arms got tired and lost their strength. She placed her forehead in one of the bookcases and the sight in front of her made her lose her breath.

In her stomach, her skin moved. Could he reach that far in this position? His sure and rough thrusts made sure for this to happen, didn't they? Her eyes travelled lower, where her previous release was coating her thighs. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head. He was perfect, making her see stars and feel like she was in paradise. She must have said as much because the next thing she knew he repositioned her. Her upper body dropped to a horizontal line before…

"This is nothing sweetheart. The fun begins now".

Her legs couldn't hold on longer. Thank God he had placed his hands on her hips. Driving them into his as he fucked into her, making every stimulation ten times more pleasurable. Loud moans that sounded like his name echoed.

"That's it, love. Tell the world who makes you feel this good. Not giving a single fuck of getting caught." She clenched around him.

His left and dominant hand grabbed her throat lightly, not applying any pressure but giving the illusion of it.

"You would like that? Being caught, huh? Should I put public places on our list?"

"Yes," she yelled. How could he perform so well and taunt her at the same time? She wouldn't be complaining though.

"Alright now I want you to do me a favour. In the shelf in front of you my favourite book is stacked. If you find it before you cum, which you are so so close to do so, we can do anything you want. If you don't, we will do it in a public place next week."

Both options seemed terrific in her lust and pleasure-overridden brain. But a challenge was a challenge. Her eyes raked over the books. Her cloudy vision makes her work difficult. As she reached the edge she found it. Yet her release caught her off guard. Sounds that she would never make, exited her mouth. Only he could draw them out.

Remus. Remus. Remus. Her Remus. Only hers.

He continued strongly. Doing God's work on her.

"I'm so close. Will you cum with me?" His thrusts were sloppy but didn't lose their ability from bringing her close again. He started circling her clit with his thumb.

He fell from the edge first and took her with him. His hand clamped her throat a bit. Her vision blackened. He brought her close and rubbed her sides, calming her. They both looked in the place they were joined, their orgasms trying to escape by gushing down her legs.

"Legs up" he commanded, even though it didn't make sense she folded her legs and let his arm that hugged her middle keep her in place. As she practically hovered over the floor he placed her panties in her legs and started drawing them up.

"Kept them in my pocket. Don't want infections on my best girl" she giggled lightly at the comment. Trusting him with her life. As her underwear reached its rightful place, he removed himself and placed them there. Trying to contain everything inside her.

"Bad infections" she reasoned back or at least tried to.

"Yeah, really bad. You must really love me. For putting up with my and our sex cappeds"

"Rem" she said as she turned her head in his chest and whispered "tired"

"I know, let's get some rest, hm?"

"Mmm"

He carried her onto one of the couches and let her get comfortable on top of him. She placed a kiss over his heart and mumbled " I love you" before she dozed off.

"Love you too, my heart."

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[erme-aeterna-arts]

usually when i arrive at the temple of bhaal as durge i go “collect the votes” from the bhaalists first, and most of them just want you and orin to fight and die, but my favourite response is that guy who goes like you taught me cannibalism <3 orin prohibited cannibalism pls kill her :(((

and it leaves me wondering why orin would even do it? was orin not into cannibalism or not as into it as durge was bc durge is a pure bhaalspawn and orin isn’t? so durge would engage in a wider range of death-realted practices than orin? or was it some of the durge’s traditions for the cult and orin wanted to erase all the symbols of their leadership when she became the chosen? or was she on the opposite really into cannibalism and didn’t want to share? or was she punishing that bhaalist specifically for staying devoted to durge?

some of these options would imply that not everything was so smooth in the inner-cult politics after orin became the chosen. like on the one hand, the cult of bhaal is even more conservative than of bane and myrkul in the sense that we only see bhaalspawn as chosen, while in other cults random people also get the opportunity + a god’s choice generally should not be questioned. however, and this is interesting, bhaalists get to be critical of how good at murder (and therefore deserving of the title) the current chosen is and oppose them (see, sarevok and his assistance to durge), bhaal encourages other bhaalists to try and kill the chosen, you’re rewarded if you do, the bhaalspawn are made to kill and be killed on the altar to bhaal. so basically the only allegiance that must be maintained is to bhaal himself (while say for sharrans going against the cult’s rules and other cult members is already blasphemy, it’s not a true opposition of course, it’s a spectrum), so

orin must have faced some opposition after disposing of durge and there was some extra bloodshed. maybe some bhaalists attacked her immediately after the announcement, because durge themself was worshipped. likely some of them were just bitter about it, and orin was instilling even more fear in them, by killing and imposing restrictions (?) on those she deemed too nostalgic about durge. she would try most fervently to erase any remnants of durge in the cult, not for political reasons of course, but i think any reminder of durge, of the fact that cult was shaped by durge and is on its rise because of durge and their schemes and that there was a chance it was never not truly hers and never would be. it would drive her up the wall.

[nightcitymerc]

Hey again chooms, just wanted to post a little something about my V as a character reference in the event someone wants to RP with us! If that's not your thing please just skip this wall of text! At the moment I'm only comfortable writing as V but I'll write him against a whole number of characters including pretty much any main or supporting character in Cyberpunk 2077/Phantom Liberty or any OC you've created for that universe. Feel free to contact me so we can brainstorm something together.

You can message me here on tumblr or I have a discord as well: nightcitysmerc.

A little bit about my V in particular - started off as a street kid in Heywood like the life path in the game but only because when he was very young his parents were driving(with him in the backseat) through the neighborhood when they got caught up in the middle of a cyberpsycho attack. Immediately his father was killed and his mother got caught up in the crossfire from MaxTac while attempting to get him out of the car so they could flee. Once the attack had ended they just sort of left him sitting there alone, in shock and traumatized with the dead bodies of his parents. A sweet older woman who lived in an apartment across the street came to get him and took him inside to clean him up. Since he had no other relatives in the city she took him in and the streets of Heywood more or less raised him. It wasn't a bad way to grow up but he was sort of a loner despite everyone in the neighborhood being so fond of him and taking care of him. The pain of losing his parents to viciously stuck with him and he was afraid of a repeat if he got close to anyone else. So of course Jackie Welles was the only one that was able to truly get inside that wall and he finally allowed himself to be close to someone only to tragically end up losing him. Then there was the relic and Johnny Silverhand coming into play to shake up his whole world. Despite it all he tries to make the most moral choices he can in his line of work, is very anti-corpo and has the best relationship with Johnny as possible. He really really tries to be good even while doing wrong but ain't that just like Night City for you?

As he grows and takes on the life of a merc he stays mostly organic, too afraid of overpowering his system with cyberware and risking cyberpsychosis. He refuses to be the cause of anything like what happened to his parents. There's a deep rooted fear there as well when forced to face anyone going through cyberpsychosis but he manages it just fine, at least on the outside- ask him again later when he's several drinks deep to help shake it off. He has the basic set up as far as cyberware goes and depending on what point you meet V during, he might have a pair of mantis blades installed. The lack of extensive cyberware only means he's become an excellent shot with a range of weaponry. He's fast and clever, forced to have learned how to take care of himself on the streets at a young age.

I usually play V pre any sort of ending for cyberpunk so he's still alive and kicking with Johnny yapping away in his head. I'll happily work something out with anyone wanting to write Johnny with me though! I'm open to doing anything post relic removal as well, any of the canon game endings or anything we make up ourselves. That includes Phantom Liberty things as well! I'll write anything with love interests involved or not, he swings all different ways so he'll accept all genders. My V is canonically trans as well(as am I, couldn't pass up the opportunity when the game gave me the option!) but could easily be written with certain implants if you get my drift. I tend to lean more into m/m pairings but I'm truly open to all so don't be shy to ask!

Okay if you're still reading this then you've been forced to hear my ramble on like a gonk for long enough. Just like so many others, I'm very passionate about the game, characters and the universe itself and I'd love to get the chance to play around in it some more with any of you! Please please please feel free to reach out if anyone wants to RP or just chat about CP2077 in general. That would be extremely preem!