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cherriesrae · 4 years ago

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Verbena Whiskey

“ Y’know I never got to tell you how much I like your bunny slippers this morning.” She jumps and the voice, she looks to see who it is, Harry. He sat down directly in front of her while she was paying attention.| Or Liam’s human sister Y/N is like is the most protected person in San Francisco and Harry can’t get her out of his head

word count: >11k

I used the same vampire dynamics seen in 'The Vampire Diaries' so if you're going to get mad don't even bother reading it. Also, as of 2.6.25 I have edited and changed a lot of stuff because honestly- it was so bad. So if you have read this prior to the changes, give it another read. tw: blood, stabbing, death, sex dream, harry lowkey being a stalker, insufferable fluff with liam, not too graphic but there is a detailed death scene, nightmares, drinking, stalking, vampires and the supernatural.

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Is it 2 in the morning? Yes. Is it November in San Francisco? Also yes, but is it wrong for Y/N to want Thai food from the 24-hour restaurant a block from her house? She would think not. Y/N had been studying for a final in one of her design classes for a total of 6 hours at the 1 am mark and needed a break. She had spent the last 45 minutes debating whether or not she would go and the last 15 getting ready. She left her hair down and put on a dandelion yellow hoodie to pair with some dark grey biker shorts.

When she got inside she could smell the food she had been craving and knew that- unfortunately -Jason was going to be the one to sell it to her. Y/N had spoken to him on the phone when she ordered and that was the only part she was dreading. Jason had worked there on graveyard shifts for the last 8 months and always knew how to make her uncomfortable.

Things didn’t get awkward until he had seen her in a group of her friends after she went out to celebrate one of their engagements. He had tried to take her home and when he didn’t stop after she said no the bartender threw him out. Before that, he was just this fresh out of high school cutie, with his artificial cherry-red hair and soft jawline. A guy who would act playfully with her and always gave her extra chicken with her food.

“ Y/N, good to see you.” Jason had been the first one to talk, usually, it was just her that was up this late but there was a small group of people sitting in the corner enjoying the silence.

“ Hi Jason, I had the order of-“ he cut her off with a frustrated tone.

“ The Basil Box, yeah I know. I was the one who answered the phone.” He’s tapping buttons on the iPad that the place used for the cash register, Y/N feels like he’s pressing them too hard because the whole stand that it’s on is moving.

“ Right! Sorry! I don’t know why I didn’t think of that.” Y/N immediately tries to end the conversation so he doesn’t make it any more awkward for everyone else in the whole in-the-wall restaurant.

“ You walked all the way here dressed like that? Don’t you live a block or 2 away? Aren’t you scared someone is going to think you're a prostitute? Y’know and try to pick you up in their car?” Jason doesn’t know how to shut his mouth apparently because now the group in the corner aren’t talking at all. They are all looking at the altercation happening at the cash register.

“ First of all, where I live is really none of your concern," Y/N tries to catch her breath and calm down, but it doesn't seem to work. "Second: mind your own business and third: can I just pay for my food and go?” Y/N snaps at him- it’s rightfully deserved- and she can tell by the way his nostrils flare that this isn’t going to end with her enjoying her meal with and watching Teen Wolf with her cat.

“ Nope sorry, we stopped selling the Basil Box a week ago and the chef is on his break.” He states while throwing her bag- at least Y/N assumes it’s her bag- of food into the trash can. “ I also have the right to refuse you because you are threatening me. Please leave the establishment before I call the police.” I stare at him, mouth wide open.

Did he really just do that?

Y/N was really hungry.

Is she just supposed to leave?

“ LIAM!” Y/N shout to get the cook's attention.

“ Yeah? Oh hey Y/N should have realized you were coming by tonight, what’s up?” Liam greets Y/N while walking out from the kitchen, his prince-like hair now pulled back behind his head. Liam just so happens to not only live in Y/N ’s building but sat next to her in a bar- the same night she had to put Jason in his place- and the two hit it off instantly, platonically, of course, calls Y/N his little sister, even invited her to celebrate Christmas with his friends when he realized she didn’t speak to her parents anymore.

“ Can you make me a Basil Box, level 3 spice, and extra tofu?” He nods and walks up to the counter to see what the real problem is.

“ I sure can but I know I already made of those tonight so let’s see, Jason? Where is Miss Y/N ’s Basil Box?” Liam, being born and raised in England, still had a British accent, not as thick as when she first met him but it's there. Jason is death glaring at her the whole time Y/N and Liam are speaking and she knows that Jason is about to either lose his job or get switched with Delilah e- a short woman who has beautiful tight curls and clear melanin-rich skin - who used to work these shifts before she got switched with Jason.

“ If you look to your left you’ll find it.” Jason barley moved his mouth when he spoke, grinding his teeth like they were indestructible.

“ Where? I don’t see it.” Liam’s voice is very monotone while he looks on the counter to the left of him, Jason still unmoving while staring at Y/N.

“ He means the trash.” Y/N answers for him.

“ The trash?” Liam asks amused and sarcastic.

“ The trash.” Jason echos forcefully.

“ Good news for you Y/N, you now have a free meal! Bad news for you Jason, because you're paying for the new one I have to make and the one you threw away.”

“ No, I am not!” Jason states through gritted teeth.

“ Yes you are, it's coming out of your paycheck.” Liam tells him while walking back to the kitchen, being the manger does have its perks.

After her food is done Liam walks out. “ Here you are, I added a couple extra lemon slices, and a tea to go,” Liam puts the Y/N meal into a plastic bag and hands it to her. “ Have a safe walk home and text me when you get there, okay? Love you!” He calls out as she reaches the door.dd

“ Love you too Li!” Y/N grabs her phone and walks home to enjoy her food with Blueberry- her black Manx cat- but not before she bumps into someone.

“ Watch it.” The dark figure practically growls at her.

“ I’m so sorry, I should have been watching where I was going.” She starts to spew out apologies, “ Are you hurt-“ Y/N gets cut off by the figure pulling her into a thin alleyway between the two buildings they had crashed at, her bag of food in one hand and the other on her mouth.

Y/N could hear someone running towards the two.

“ You will not say a word,” he tells Y/N, staring her in the eyes, “ shhh.”

“ What?” She says in a whisper, his brows furrow but he doesn’t think twice before putting his hand over her mouth again. The footsteps stop a few feet from the alleyway and were coming from the same direction the Thai place was.

“ Leave me with my dinner, he is nothing to you.” The figure says barely above a whisper. She could see now that the figure was a man- a quite pretty one for that matter- had long dark hair, and a magnificent jawline. “ Haven’t seen a girl Jason, if I do I’ll let you know.” Y/N hears a couple of footsteps, then nothing at all.

“ Why- How did you know it was Jason? Why did he follow me? How did you hear him? Who are you?” She word vomits out questions faster than Blurberry eats her treats. He guides her out of the alleyway and hands Y/N her food.

“ Can I see your drink?” She hands it to the stranger, he opens it, smells it before closing the paper cup of hot tea again. “ Do you know Liam by chance?” Y/N nods.

“ Liam lives a floor above me, he gave me a free tea because Jason threw my food away.” He gives a half-laugh at her answer.

“ Sneaky bastard. You must be Y/N, no?” Y/N nods again. “ When’s the last time you had Liam’s tea?”

“ Two days ago, he got me one right before my morning lecture, why?” He shakes his head a little and smirks looking at her.

“ Let me walk you home, yeah? I don’t trust that Jason doesn’t try to come back for you.” She nods, still shaken up.

“ How do you and Liam know each other?” Y/N tried to make small talk.

“ Met years ago, been like family.” He gives a short and sweet answer hoping to avoid any more questions.

“ Oh okay.”

By the time they reach her door her feet hurt and she is overly hungry.

“ I’d invite you in but I’m hungry and you're a stranger,” Y/N states matter-of-factly.

“ Makes sense, I’d keep that mentality if I were you, don’t invite anyone in. Especially strangers.” She thinks he’s crazy for a second but then thinks back to “what if I’m the crazy sleep-deprived one?” and drops the thought altogether.

“ Well, good night stranger who walked me home.”

“ Goodnight Y/N .” And with that, the front door is shut and he is gone.

It had been a week since the odd encounter with Jason and the Stranger, and when Y/N asked Liam about it he didn’t give her any answers but enough of a sense of comfort that she moved on.

Y/N ’s friends had been begging her to come out for a drink with them, and tonight she finally gave in. Meredith - her friend- told Y/N to be ready by 9, so when she honked her horn at 9:10 Y/N could run down and jump in her smart car.

Y/N has made fun of her before for having the smallest car ever, but it was truly the ��best little engine that could” she has ever been in. Despite the lime green color she had been stuck with, it was cheap on gas and gave the two the perfect excuse to not give anyone rides.

Meredith was the one person Y/N took from her shitty small town in Missouri, she is and will always be her ride or die. She’s the one who helped Y/N take Blueberry when she left her parents- Y/N got her as a present on her 16th birthday and had to sneak her out because “we paid for her, she's our cat.”- she helped Y/N get an apartment at 18 with no credit or a steady job. She was her person.

“ I’m going to get a round of shots and then you want,” Meredith slowly fades out her voice as she tries to guess what drink Y/N will be having. “ Don’t tell me.”

“ But it’s just so much easier if I tell you.” Y/N gives her a slight pout hoping she’ll just let Y/N tell her.

“ Espresso Martini?” Y/N nods and Meredith jumps up and down excitedly. “ And if they don’t have that, which they will, they always do, I’ll just get you what I’m having.” Y/N nods again as Meredith scurries off to the drinks while Y/N picks somewhere to sit. When Meredith comes back to the table with the drinks the two of them slam the vodka shots like it was nothing.

“ God, I think we are alcoholics.” She pouts playfully at her realization. Tonight her bleached blonde hair is curled in big rounds and her almond eyes are accentuated with bold black lines of eyeliner and sparkling gold eyeshadow. “ Oh my fuck, did I tell you about what Brad said to me?”

“ Cute Brad or racist Brad?” Y/N starts to sip from her drink.

“ Racist Brad. He came over to me and just started going on and on about how he would never date “someone like me” like 'what Brad? Smart? Beautiful?' So I asked him what he meant and you want to know what he said?”

“Oh no.” Y/N ’s eyebrows furrow in disgust.

“ Yeah right! Asian! He said Asian! As if I don’t have to deal with that kind of shit all the time Brad thinks it's good small talk. Asked if I was going back to China to celebrate with my family for the holidays, first of all, I’m not Chinese, I’m Japanese, and second I’m Asian American dumbass. ”

“ We can report him to the dean, can’t we?”

“ Already did, I doubt the rich old white2 guy who makes money off of the basketball team is going to punish a starter.” She sits for a minute. “ How did Greta’s turn out?” She means the flower shop Y/N just drew up renovation plans for a final, she had a meeting with the shop owner Greta- a short old Italian woman who Y/N just adored -for a proposal to see if she was interested.

“ Passed the final and I start tomorrow.”

Y/N continued to sip her martini, Meredith does the same with her margarita. Meredith periodically leaves to go dance with someone who asked her- she's gorgeous so it doesn’t surprise Y/N -until Y/N ’s martini is done so she offers to go get the next round.

Y/N walks up to the bar and someone bumps into her.

Jason.

Just as quickly as she realised who it was, she was attempting to walk way. Jason reaches out and grabs her arm at the elbow and pulls her back.

“ But sweetheart you had such confidence talking back to me while I was at work, why are you running now?” His breath reeks of cheap booze and she knows at that moment if someone doesn’t help, she's fucked.

“ Sir can you please let go of me, you're intoxicated, I can call you a cab.” Y/N uses a loud speaking voice so that way everyone can hear her and know that she needs help. He leans in close to her and looks her dead in the eyes, and takes a deep breath.

“ You're going to lean in and kiss me, I am going to walk away and you are going to meet me around the back.” He says it with such confidence it makes Y/N wonder how fucked up he really is. He lets go of her arm and leans back like he's waiting for something to happen.

Y/N takes her chance and swings her arm back and lets it rip back onto his cheek. He stumbles back a couple of steps at the shock of it all.

“ Are you fucking delusional? I said no Jason, leave me alone or I’ll get a restraining order.” Y/N huffs out in frustration and looks at the bar. “ Strange guy who walked me home? I didn’t realize you worked here.” He has a deadly smirk on his face and tears his eyes from Jason who is looking at her in horror.

“ Why hello there,” he gives Y/N a toothy grin and whistles loudly, and steps on something to make himself taller. “ He’s out of here!” He shouts to the security, a round of cheers erupts around her. “ What can I get you Y/N ?”

Tonight he is put back in a bun on the back of his head. He’s wearing a tight black t-shirt and Y/N can see tattoos going up and down his arms that she didn’t see before, whether it was because it was so dark or because he was wearing something to block his arms, she doesn't remember.

“ Well I was drinking a martini but I want something warmer, what cheap sipping whiskey do you recommend?” His lips purse at her question and he tilts his head slightly, eyebrow raised.

“ How about I give you one of my favorites on the house and if you like it, I’ll let you take a whole bottle home?”

“ You're not trying to drug me, are you?” Y/N tilts her head slightly in the same direction and the same eyebrow raised as if to mock him. He dramatically puts his hands over his heart and hits his chest dramatically, letting out a gasp.

“ You really think that low of me?” He starts pouring her a drink as Y/N giggles. “ I think Liam would kill me if he ever found out something happened to you, and I was involved.” Y/N takes a sip and lets it sit on her tongue for a couple of seconds before moving it around in her mouth then swallowing.

The burning sensation tingles her tongue, feeling the burn of the alcohol burn the parts of her cheeks it touches. It's a nice whiskey, better than the Jack Daniels she was used to. It tasted sweet and earthy, but had a little kick of something familiar that she couldn't quiet place.

“ Wow okay, that’s some good shit, must be expensive. The taste reminds me of something, it's like I know what it is but I can't place it.” He pulls a bottle and writes her name on it.

“ It’s from a small little town in Canada, made by this old French guy and is fermented with verbena, not as expensive as you think though.”

“ Can I also get another margarita? It’s for my friend,” He makes it for her and she runs it back to Meredith before running back to the bar. “ Did you say “verbena”?” He nods. “ Oh, Liam got me hooked on that shit. Gave me my own little plant, which turned into 2, then to 4 and now I have 8 different kinds growing in my apartment.” His eyes got huge, “… is that a weird thing to say? I’m sorry Liam first started giving me tea packets for my cramps and now I put it in everything.”

“ I think I’m going to like you.” His smirk showed just part of the top row of his teeth, and Y/N decided right then she was going to remember that smile for the rest of her life.

“ Well, can you like me while I know your name?”

“ It’s Harry.”

Y/N ends up stumbling into her apartment, Liam had to come to pick her up because Meredith left with a girl she met at the bar and she didn’t feel safe in an Uber after Jason.

“ Why don’t you ever tell me about your hot friends,” Y/N whined while leaning on him. “ Didn’t tell me about Jason, but he’s a douche now. But Harry," she let out a sigh sounded like she let all the air in her lungs out. "Could sit and listen to him talk for years. He’s hot too.”

“ You met Harry? When did you meet him?” Liam's voice is soft, but even a very intoxicated Y/N can sense the worry in his voice as he unlocks her front door. Y/N had an arm around his shoulders and he had an arm around her waist like he was trying to keep her on her feet.

“ The other night when you had to remake my food, accidentally ran into him and he-“ she cut herself off with a hiccup. “ Well I don’t know what he did exactly but he did push us in between the buildings and hid me, said something about Jason then walked me home.” She hiccups again and lets out a soft stream of separated giggles.

“ What’s so funny Bug?” Liam sets Y/N on her bed and starts to remove her shoes.

“ Was thinking about him naked but I can’t stop thinking about his face when I told him about that stuff I drink for my cramps, told him about how it was a godsent-“ Y/N continues to hiccup while trying to keep herself up on the mattress while Liam grabs a big t-shirt- probably his -from her dresser drawer. “ Thought I was crazy for sure.” she dragged out the end of the word for fun.

“ Did he come inside after he walked you home?” Y/N shakes her head. He throws the shirt over her bra, pulls it down past her chest, then he reaches back to unclip it and help get it off.

“ Such a gentleman Li,” he lets out a soft laugh, as she reaches up and brushes his stubbly beard. Liam picks her up and she instictivly wraps her legs around him as he carries her to the bathroom and sets her on the counter to get her to start brushing her teeth, he walks away to go make her a cup of tea before bed.

When he walks back in, to check if Y/N had finished brushing her teeth- she had -and he starts using her cotton rounds and her micellar water to take off her makeup.

“ Said I shouldn't invite anyone into my apartment.”

“ Who said that Bug?” Liam blows on the tea to make sure it’s cooled down enough to not burn her tongue. “ Drink.” He gives it to her before doing her skincare.

“ Your friend Harry the Hottie, wasn’t a big deal but it was weird.” Y/N huff a shrug. “ Did you meet him in England?”

“ No, I met him in Italy actually. Why?” He quirks his brow before kissing her forehead and taking the now empty mug out of her hand. Of course Y/N knows the story of Liam leaving home and backpacking around Europe while all his friends went to university, she figures it must of been from his travels that he and Harry crossed paths.

“ He’s British too, hot British.” He sets the mug on the counter in the bathroom before picking her up to carry her back to her bed.

“ You're such a koala bear, might have to start calling you that,” Y/N wrapped her legs around his waist and arms squeezing his neck harder this time, as if she was trying to prove a point.

After she's all prepped and tucked into bed Liam leaves her and locks her front door and leaves a note on her fridge.

Harry hadn’t been able to get Y/N off of his mind- maybe it was the portrait Liam was painting of her for Christmas sitting in the back room of his bar, maybe it was Liam altogether -so imagine his surprise when he walked into Gretas to ask if she could help him- again -with his plants at his bar- they kept dying and Harry hadn't a clue of why- only to see the most vampire protected human in San Francisco, sitting on the floor, bulky headphone over her ears blocking out on of her vital senses. He stopped and stared for a second but when Greta herself came out to talk to Y/N and saw Harry went over to talk to him. “ Are they dead again?” Harry nods his head slowly shifting his attention to the short woman in front of him.

“ I don’t know what I’m doing wrong Greta.” She shakes her head and starts up a conversation with him about what might be happening. Even though he was actively participating in the conversation with her he couldn’t help but let his mind drift to why Y/N was also in the shop. When the conversation about the plants ends he starts one about Y/N.

“ So what is Y/N doing here?” He asks and Greta turns to look at her before answering Harry.

“ She is doing the shop's redesign, offered to do it for free but I know that money is tight with her so I hired her.” Greta smiles. “ Reminds me of a younger version of my eldest daughter, makes this place seem less empty, yeah?” Harry can’t help but agree with her. “ If you really can’t get your plants to stay alive, ask her, sounds like you know her so it shouldn’t be hard. She's good with stuff like that.”

“ I think I will, don’t tell her I was here though, I don’t want her to know yet.” Greta nods and with that, he leaves, once again with Y/N on his mind.

Greta knows the secret of the vampire society that lives in San Francisco, she had helped a few rogue baby vampires find their way. Harry ran Greta back in the 80's when she had first opened the shop. Back then Greta used to make fun of Harry for all of his life problems, " I came to America when I was 16 and married a man I had never seen in person in 1950. I gave birth to 8 children, my husband died, my kids grew up and write me every once and awhile, but other than that and you, I am completely alone. Somehow I think you'll survive the punk kids protesting war outside your apartment." They had met right before she left Italy, she had told him all about Walter and all about the love letters they had exchanged over the course of 2 years after her father had told her family about the kid he had met while in New York on business. Harry was just passing through, checking on Liam after yet another "backpacking trip to find himself".

Greta was there when Liam finally made his way to San Francisco, after years of not having a permanent place. Once, while drinking in Harry's bar on New Year's Eve in 1999, she told Harry that if he had asked her to stay in Italy that day- she would have.

" A handsome stranger like you? If you had asked me right there I might have stayed. I probably wouldn't have married Walter. Thank god you didn't, I wouldn't have my grandbabies if you had."

She had been interested in the whole vampire thing when they had reunited, Harry still looked as gorgeous as ever while she had greys and achy bones. She never wanted to be a vampire, she figured it was best to let nature run its course. Harry had gifted her a vile of his blood in case she changed her mind, but she used it for the healing properties to help with the arthritis in her hands.

Harry knew Y/N would be safe with Greta, and Greta knew all about how Y/N was off limits to the vampires in San Francisco.

It had been 2 weeks since the last altercation with Jason. It was 1 am and Y/N had just woken up from a nightmare and couldn't find Blueberry. She had looked in all of her favorite hiding spots, in the bathtub, the closet, the space between the couch and the wall, but she was no where to be found. Y/N had resorted to calling Liam, twice, to see if he had her and he didn’t answer either time. So in a pair of gray sweats and a spaghetti strap cami, she hurried to the elevator to see if he was awake.

“ Liam, I’m sorry if you're sleeping but I need your help,” Y/N says loud enough for him to be able to hear her through the door but not loud enough to wake everyone else up around them. Knocking on the door until it is opened, she expects to see Liam but it was Harry.

Harry was wearing loose blue jeans and a tight white t-shirt. The shirt was sheer at best, giving a almost perfect view of his tattoos. Y/N had seen peaks of them in the couple times she ran into Harry but this was a new sight. Her eyes wondered across the ink on his arms, up to the topless mermaid, to the ship that was partially uncovered. She looked at the birds on his chest, down to the butterfly on his abdomen down to the greenery at the bottom of his abs.

Something about seeing him in such a casual way in a her friends apartment had her feeling hot. She could feel the blood rushing to her head, even her neck felt like it was on fire. Taking a minute to collect herself, she had to actively work to remember why she was there to begin with.

“ I-I’m sorry if I’m disturbing you guys, but have you seen Blueberry?” Harry steps back from the door and calls Liam over to it. If he had noticed her checking him out, he hadn't said anything about it.

“ Y/N !” Liam says with wide eyes and immediately walks out and shuts the door. “ What are you doing Bug? It’s 1 am, told me you were going to sleep early tonight.” Her eyes begin to well up and she gets hysterical. " Are you sick? You feel hot." His words laced with concern as he looking over the crying girl in front of him.

Y/N shook her head no before reponding, “ I’m sorry I didn’t mean to bother you- didn’t know you had guests.” He pulls Y/N into a big bear hug.

“ Take a breath with me quick, okay?” He guides her through the breath. “ Okay, what's the matter?”

“ I had a nightmare again and I can’t find Blueberry, I was hoping she was with you.” She sniffles and he rubs her back, “ I really didn’t know that you had people over, I’m sorry.”

“ Shh, none of that, it's just Harry. Not people, just Harry. You know him, nothing to get embarced about. Blueberry's in my bedroom, wanna come inside for a second?” Y/N nods her head but follows it with,

“ Yeah, but you have friends over, I'm sorry for bothering you.” She lets go and begins to walk away before he grabs her arm and pulls her back to him.

“ Come on, it's just Harry. I'll make you some tea and you can just stay here.”

“ Okay.”

He brings her inside and she doesn't remove her head from his chest.

“ You okay Y/N ?” Y/N hears Harry ask and she just shakes her head no.

“ She had a nightmare, she's going to sleep here tonight.” Liam informs him.

“ Oh, okay,” Harry says, she can't see what he's doing but she hears things shuffling around. Y/N steps on Liam’s feet so he can walk her to the bedroom without moving her head and as she hears the bedroom door open she also hears muffled screams.

“ What’s that?” Y/N goes to pick her head up but Liam pushes it back into his chest.

“ The T.V. don’t worry about it.”

“ Shut up before I pull your tongue out, Y/N is trying to sleep,” Harry tells Jason. Jason is currently restrained to a chair and has a cloth in his mouth. Harry turns on the T.V. and “ It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia'' comes on. He turns it up so Y/N can hear the T.V. instead of screams. Liam also turns on the T.V. in his bedroom for Y/N to watch while she cuddled Blueberry. “ You're lucky I didn’t kill you when you were waiting for her to open her door tonight.”

Liam- who is very carefully making verbena and chamomile tea for the sleepy girl in the bedroom, watching to make sure it doesn't touch his skin -jumped into the conversation. “ You're lucky she was too fucked up to realize you were waiting by her friend's car when she tried to leave the bar.”

“ Seriously mate, what the fuck is wrong with you.” Harry has a dropper bottle of verbena concentrate and is dropping little drops onto Jason's bare skin, leaving a burn whatever it touches. “ You died. I gave you a second chance, and you throw it all away by going after Liam’s human family?”

“ Told you he has a death wish,” Liam walks over and puts the cup of tea into the bedroom, “ Be careful it's still hot,” Liam says to Y/N, but no one else dares make a sound. Liam walks out and shuts the door. “ In a town run by vampires, you really thought you could go after the one person we said not to and live?”

“ God you're a fucking idiot, did you know that?” Harry drops some more concentrate on him to get a reaction.

“ So now that we have my Bug sleeping in my bedroom we are going to let you go with a final warning, leave her alone-” Harry cuts off Liam.

“ -or I’ll remove your head from your body.” Liam pats Harry on the shoulder.

“ Can you clean this up, I gotta go lay with her and make sure that she's okay?” Harry nods

When Y/N wakes up the window is open and so is the bedroom door. She can feel the breeze of the morning air passing her like a silent whisper. “ Li?” No response. She can hear someone in the kitchen so she gets up and walks out of the bedroom, “ Liam, are you still here?” When she walks into the kitchen, instead of seeing Liam, Y/N sees Harry, wearing gym shorts, and nothing else.

“ Good Morning, how did you sleep?” He turns around and smiles at her.

“ Good?" She looks around the small apartment, " where's Liam?”

“ He had somewhere to go.” He smirks at her, sauntering toward her like a cat on on a windowseal. “ Liam told me you thought I was cute… what were your exact words? Harry the Hottie?”

“ W-what?”

“ God, do you know how sexy I think you are? Could eat you up in a quick second, or… could go at it for hours…” It sounds so suggestive, Y/N can’t help but feel a tingle work its way down her spine. Harry reaches up and placing a hand on her cheek, tracing her jaw with his pinky.

“ I- uh… Harry, what are you doing?” He’s running a hand down her side, tracing the curve of her breast, to her waist, when he gets to her hips he reaches his other hand to grab at her hips while he lowers to his knees.

“ Would you like that? For me to eat you for hours?” He kisses her stomach where her cami had risen up, “ bet I could do it right, get you off at least twice in 5 maybe 10 minutes. Would you want me to?”

“ H- Harry I-,” Y/N gets cut off.

“ Y/N .” She hears a voice, it sounds like Liam but she doesn't know where it’s coming from. She flips her head around, looking again for her friend. “ Bug wake up.”

Y/N opens her eyes to see Liam standing over her, “ Are you okay?” Y/N blinks the sleep out of her eyes, bringing her hands up to wipe them.

“ Yeah, what time is it?” Y/N ’s voice is still filled with sleep.

“ It's only 8, came to wake you because I didn’t know what time your lecture started and I heard you huffing, puffing, got concerned.”

“ My lecture is at 10, thanks for waking me, I should probably go get dressed so I can make it there on time.” Liam has this wide grin on his face. “ What's got you all smiley?”

“ What were you dreaming about?” Y/N furrows her eyebrows at him, feeling flustered all over again.

“ Nothing? Why?” She stands up and wraps the comforter around her body.

“ Didn’t sound like nothing. Actually, it sounded like moaning.”

“ Leave me alone Liam.” She walks over to the connected bathroom and grabs her toothbrush- a purple one that Liam had bought especially for her -and starts brushing her teeth.

“ So it doesn’t have anything to do with- I don't know, a long-haired friend of mine. Perhaps the one you called 'Hot British' the other night, the one you talked about wanting to bone before you fell asleep on said night.”

“ Ew Liam doesn’t say stuff like that, it’s gross.” Y/N gave him a disgusted look.

“ I meant Harry, y’know because you were calling his name.” Y/N ’s face drops in shock.

“ Leave me alone.” He laughs at her as she walks back into the bedroom, “ I’m hungry, smells good, what are you making?” She walks towards the kitchen only to see Harry standing over the stovetop on the island. Y/N didn’t end up stopping, when she saw him, she just continued until she was walking out the door. “ This is my blanket now, get a new one.” Y/N yells to Liam and she can just hear the both of them laughing.

Harry watched as Y/N runs out of the door Liam’s comforter is wrapped tightly around her body. He couldn’t help but laugh quietly to himself. “ Your little human is having dirty dreams about me, Liam.”

Liam’s laughs get louder as he enters the kitchen to walk to the front door and close it. “ Her reaction to getting caught is what's funny, not the fact that my sister is having sex dreams about you.” Liam says with a scary amount of authority.

“ Wonder if I made her cum,” Harry only had a short amount of time to laugh before he was on the ground, with Liam on top of him.

“ It’s not funny Harry.” Liam flashes his eyes at him, the veins raising to the surface and bulging out before going back into the skin.

“ Fine fine, not another word about it.” Harry laughs out, with this Liam climbs his way off of Harry. “ I have to go see Elizabeth, I’ll talk to you later though, yeah?” Harry is walking out the door before Liam can ask any questions about it.

Was Harry going to see Elizabeth? Yes. Was he going to make sure that Y/N got to her lecture first? Also yes. Harry waits across the street from the apartment building, standing in front of glass doors that lead to a Planet Fitness and as soon as he sees Y/N walk at the front doors, it's game time.

He sees Y/N start to walk, “holy shit she’s going to walk?” Harry can’t help but think to himself. He's a good 25 feet behind her, she makes a left turn and the chase is on.

Right

Cross the road

Left

Right

Cross the road

At this point they have been walking for at least a mile and a half, one last left turn and he officially followed her all the way to campus, that sounds so much creepier than he entends, Now that she is safe, he decides he can go to Elizabeth, in order to do that he had to cross the bridge to Oakland.

Elizabeth is a woman who he had the “pleasure” of meeting over a century ago, she’s beautiful, sure. But Harry has never seen anything more shallow than this singular woman, and he's been around since 1789. She has long black hair and beautiful porcelain skin- some would even say transparent- that held piercing electric blue eyes and thin lips that she usually painted a dark scarlet color. When Harry had met Elizabeth in the 1812 she had been the woman on a move, an icon for people around her. Women needed to be like her and men needed to be with her, she had gotten used to shadowing her veins to a dark blue, keeping out of the sun- even on cold days -to keep her skin pale. The first time she saw Harry she had no clue who he was, and could care less if she was honest. She had been getting invited to party after party with different rich families throughout England. So when Harry had danced with mostly everybody but her, she questioned him.

Harry had made a name for himself back in then, the rich heir to a compound on the outskirts of London and it had appalled her that she was not good enough for him. So he let her in on his little secret and she had been drinking his blood like a supplement until the lead in her makeup killed her, then she ran off with Harry to Italy, where he met Liam. Harry soon after ditched her in Rome and fled to America, traveled all over until she found him here, 5 years ago in San Francisco.

Once Harry had passed the bridge and made it to the oldest house on the street he pushed open the doors, “ Elizabeth?” He yelled.

“ I’m in the tea room darling.” Elizabeth always had a thick American accent, being born in New York back in 1795 and living there till she was 12 in 1807 when she moved with her father after he mother had passed. “ Well I see this was not a pleasure visit, you're barely dressed.”

“ Just because I have good fashion taste doesn’t mean I don’t like to be comfortable with Elizabeth.” Harry had not thought anything wrong with his choice of clothing today- the gym shorts he was wearing this morning and a hoodie- he had really only really come to visit her because he had to.

“ I am always dressed for the occasion of seeing you.” Elizabeth batted her eyes and took a sip of the cold blood sitting in her teacup as if it were earl grey. Elizabeth is wearing a black- the material looks like velvet -cocktail dress, hair up in a sleek bun. Being born in a different century did not mean she didn't keep up with modern fashion. Although she did have a thing for Marilyn Monroe before the Playboy cover, so she did tend to live in the clothes she thinks Marilyn would approve of.

“ Cut the crap Elizabeth. I told you to stop stealing from my stash months ago and you know what?” She hums out as if to ask “what is there to know?” “ I’m all out of B+, O- and AB+. Crazy seeing as my dear friend Liam, you remember Liam right?” She just rolls her eyes.

“ Of course, how could I forget the man you ran away with?”

“ Well his painting of his human sister is gone, the one that he was going to give to her for Christmas.” Harry sits in the white- now a cream color from age - with embroidered floral patterns chair across from her. Arms crossed over his chest accusingly.

“ Well, I guess he shouldn’t have miss placed it.” Elizabeth pouts like a baby getting up and walking away, leaving her teacup in the saucer next to her chair. “ I don’t know why you're here Harold, I don’t have what you are looking for.” With that she walks into the living room, leaving Harry to follow her and stand next to the grand staircase.

“ Really? you wouldn’t know anything about Y/N’s portrait? You’d know her face if you had seen it I guess. She’s just beautiful, could probably start and end wars over her if I’m honest.” Harry understands that if he can’t get answers by asking, he needs to force it out of her.

“ Oh really now.” Harry could hear the building's anger in Elizabeth’s tone.

“ You truly have nothing on that woman. From the time I have spent with her alone,” Harry forces an emphasis on the word, “ she is just so kind, compassionate, warm, not to mention her natural beauty is what really makes her and 11 in a sea of 6’s.”

“ SHE LOOKED LIKE A NYMPH TO ME!” Elizabeth’s eyes immediately widened with her confession. “ You did that on purpose! That’s not fair, you can’t win by cheating, you know the rules!” Now it’s Harry’s turn to roll his eyes.

“ There is no game Elizabeth, give me the portrait, I made you young and beautiful because you asked. You don’t get to throw a fit when you're no longer interesting to me because you're too obsessed with yourself.” Elizabeth is running over to him with superhuman speed and breaks a piece of the railing off to stake him, Harry though being the older and much faster one grabs the arm with the make-shift stake, disarms her, and pulls her arms behind her back against his chest. Holding the stake to her heart he speaks very calmly. “ Elizabeth, I gave eternal beauty, I gave you a second chance at life. Do not make me take it from you. You are going to tell me where the portrait is and for every second you hesitate, I will push your weapon of choice a little further into your chest. Do you understand me?”

“ Yes sir.” She answers quickly, guess all it took was herself being on the line. “ It’s up the stairs in the locked door to the left.” Harry begins his way up the staircase, Elizabeth still against him. When they get to the door, he kicks it in.

“ There is her beautiful face.” Harry speaks softly in her ear. “ Thank you, darling,” and with that, he snaps her neck. “ Much easier to do this when I don’t have to worry about you staking me in the back." Now that he has everything he needs, he leaves with no hesitation.

Y/N decided to go for a run after her lecture and was starving afterward so she headed to Thai The Way- the restaurant Liam worked at -it was really the only restaurant she liked. On the run from her lecture, she felt as if someone had been watching her, she figured it was just from the lack of sleep induced paranoia but the closer she got to the restaurant the less anxiety she felt. So around 4:00 pm, Y/N headed down to the restaurant, deciding she would eat in the restaurant today, knowing Liam was already at work. When she walked in Delilah and was standing at the register. “ Y/N it’s so good to see you!” She walks out from behind the counter to come to hug her.

“ Gee am I glad it’s you and not Jason.” Y/N gave her a great big squeeze genuinely excited to see her favorite hostess.

“ Yeah, he got fired yesterday, something about his customer service.” She shrugged her shoulders like she didn’t have a clue. Stuffing her face into Y/N’s neck she took a big whiff. “ You smell really good today.” Y/N’s cheeks flush.

“ Just got done working out and decided I wanted food.” She picks her head out of Y/N’s neck, her face had veins bulging out, and her eyes had gone red. “ Are you okay? You look kind of sick.” Delilah e just turned around and started breathing heavily. She walked back behind the counter and when she looked at Y/N again she was fine.

“ Lemme guess, Basil Box?” Y/N nods her head at her question.

“ Level 3 please.” She nodded at Y/N’s response.

“ You're number 5, when your food is ready I’ll bring it to you.” Y/N gives her a “thank you”, takes her number, and sits in a seat close to the window that looks out on the street. She still felt like she was being watched for some reason, but looking out on to the city street she didn't see anyone she knew or anyone looking at her. So again she decided she was just overly tired. Y/N loved people watching anyway so she decided to keep her focus on the busy street, seeing the different people walk by.

“ Thanks, my friend Meredith got them for me for Christmas.” Y/N looks back out the window.

“ So do you happen to like gardening?” Y/N looks at him with a weird look on her face. “ You told me about the mini garden in your apartment.” She has an ‘oh’ look before answering.

“ Yeah, I've been thinking about applying at the flower shop on 7th street actually.” He smiles.

“ Well, why don’t you come help with the plants at the bar?”

“ Are you a manger or something?” He hesitated for a second before answering.

“ Yeah, my boss needs someone to help with the remodel and I could put a good word in if you’d like a job for gardening.” Y/N can feel her eyes light up.

“ I’m studying design at SFSU! Maybe I can go in and apply for interior design.” She pulls out her phone, “ here let me give you my number so you can give it to them.” The two of them exchange numbers. “ I did this place a couple of months back.” He looks around admiring all of the 50’s diner aesthetics she had created. “ Also did the flower shop on 7th, the woman who owns that, her name is Greta, she's so sweet.” He nods.

“ So I’ll have them get some pictures of the ideas they’ve had and I’ll get back to you?” She nods. “ Okay, it's a date.” He gets up and walks out of the restaurant.

It's a date?

Harry had sent her what his boss wanted within a couple of hours, it was a very dark academy meets nightclub. So over a few days, she made mood board after mood board on Pinterest so she had all of her ideas in one spot.

Harry: Hi Y/N, I’m supposed to see if you could meet with me so you can see the layout and make some sort of draft to be okayed, would tomorrow work?

With every text he sent Y/N got a little more excited for the next.

Y/N: I am free tmr so that would be ok, will I be meeting the owner? I already have plenty of ideas from when I was there last.

Harry: Unfortunately no, they went to Cancun and left me in charge and I am supposed to email the draft when it is done. They told me to tell you not to rush through.

Y/N: Ok, what time should I show up?

Harry: Shall we say 10 am? We can take a look at the plants to see what's wrong with them too.

Y/N: Ok 10 AM tmr got it. Goodnight Harry!

Harry: Goodnight Bunny

So at 10 am when Y/N shows up at the bar and Harry is standing behind the counter in a wife-beater, pour himself a glass of a dark liquid. She says the first thing that comes to her mind, “ Harry this isn’t going to work if we are both drunk y’know.” His million-dollar smile shows up and she sets her plans down along with her bag. “ I got you a coffee, Liam said you were allergic to verbena so I didn’t put any in yours, hope that's okay.”

“ Perfectly okay Bunny, my throat swells shut and I can’t breathe so it’s probably best I don’t use verbena.” She nods and opens her spreadsheet on a table that didn’t have any chairs on it. “ I thought the whole point of you showing up today was so that way you could get the blueprints to work off of, what's this?”

“ Well, fun fact, if you tell the construction company the owners hired that you are working on the project and you're pretty, they’ll just send them right over.” Y/N gives him a nervous laugh hoping he won’t be upset at her for some reason.

“ Brilliant! I guess I can just take a look right now then can’t I?”

[blueprints]

After Harry takes a picture of the plans and sends them to his boss, he gets the okay and she leaves the plans with him so he can give them to the construction crew.

“ Hey, what else do you have planned today?” Harry asks her, trying to sound nonchalant.

“ Probably go to the gym, head home and make dinner and end it by cuddling with Blueberry, why?”

“ What if I make you dinner?” Harry now leaning against the door frame looking outside to Y/N.

“ Well yeah we could do that, I guess… wait like at my apartment?” Y/N looks as if she's going through all the stages of grief at once.

“ No. it would be at my house, I can text you the address. See you at 8?”

“ You don’t have to work?” Y/N checks the clock on her phone, it now says 11:12 am.

“ No, I took the day shift today, I work from noon to 6. So 8?”

“ Okay,” she lets out a sigh of contentment, “ I’ll see you at 8.” And with that, she's off to go tell Blueberry.

Y/N likes to work out a couple of times a week, and with a Planet Fitness accross the street from where she lives its not hard to stop from time to time to run the the treadmill. She mostly does it because it gives her a chance to think, to clear her head of the days stress and day dream while listening to whatever comes on shuffle. to herself as she is walking out of the doors of the gym across the street from her apartment building. Walking out of the glass doors in her gym attire, people stop and stare at the sweat ball of a person outside of the gym doors. Y/N would be lying if she said it didn’t make her uncomfortable, but only because it happened so often. She’d be sweating and it felt like everyone within a 10-mile radius could smell her BO and decided to silently judge her, little did she know that it wasn’t the BO wasn’t the reason strangers were staring, but vampires were smelling but the blood vessels through the open sweat glands. Y/N looks both ways before making a break for it across the street. She goes to open the door with her keys but as she's looking for them she remembers she left them by the sink in her kitchen. “ Fuck,” Y/N drags out the word in frustration. She clicks Liam’s buzzer hoping he's home “ Liam are you home?”

“ Hello?” She can hear the crackly sound of his voice through the buzzer.

“ I left my keys in my apartment, can you let me up?”

“ Well well, Miss Bug forgot her keys.” She can audibly hear the smile on his face, the same one he usually has when he's teasing her.

“ Liam, please? I have dinner plans at 8 and I have to shower.” Y/N can feel goosebumps from the San Francisco breeze blowing past her, but all she cal think about is how people could still be staring at her.

“ I don’t know, what do you think, Harry?” Now it really feels like an ice bath when Liam mentions that Harry is in his apartment, what are the chances that her plans are a floor above her? The uneasy feeling is growing more strong but Y/N just chalks it up to paranoia.

“ Harrys at yours?”

“ Yeah, why?”

“ Just wondering can you please just let-'' You get cut off by a hand covering your mouth. You scream for help in muffled cries.

“ Y/N?”

“ You gave me a second chance and you can take it back right?” She can recognize the voice.

Jason.

“ Jason, what the fuck are you doing?” Now it's Harry's voice coming through the speaker. “ Leave her be.”

“ No right Harry? I’m dead. I died. So what's the point?” Jason tucks his head into Y/N’s neck so he was face to face with her artery. “ I’ve waited so long for you Y/N, you have to know clue.”

Suddenly it feels like she is moving at the speed of sound. Y/N closes her eyes tight so she doesn’t get sick, it feels like they had only been going for 5 minutes before they stopped in front of a big Victorian-style house she had never seen before. Jason moves her through the door and into a big room with muted emerald green walls.

A woman is sitting there waiting for them to arrive, and Y/N couldn't help but wonder how a women could be so beautiful. The woman was wearing a tight black and white floral dress with a halter-top neck line and that ended just above her knees. She had pared black gloves that from Y/N view looked like had black lace on top. With a pair of black stilettos and a tight curly bun on top of her head, Y/N thinks it's almost like the women stepped out of a 50's film. “ You must be Y/N, your portrait looks nothing like you. I bet Harry hasn’t even seen you in person.” The woman scoffed in disbelief, and gets up and it looks like she just appeared in front of her but Y/N knows that this isn't possible, people can do that. “ Answer me!” This grown woman is throwing a fit in front of her and all she can think about it is how does she know Harry. “ Are you Y/N or not?” She just nods her head. “ Wasn’t so hard now was it?” Y/N shakes her head this time. The woman gets in her face and stares her directly in the eyes, “ you will give me your phone.”

Without hesitation Y/N pulls it out and hands it to her, scared of what might happen if she doesn’t. The woman asks for the password so she gives it to her, “ 0-8-2-9.” Just as Y/N is about to ask what is happening, Harry walks into the room. “ Harry!” She just about shouts to get his attention.

“ Shut up, skank!” The woman yells at Y/N. “ Why hello Harold, what a good surprise it is to see you.”

“ Elizabeth, call off your attack dog.” Harry’s voice is monotone.

“ I made him a promise actually, where is Liam?” Elizabeth grabs a cheese-spreading knife from her side table before sitting down in her chair.

“ Outside.” Elizabeth laughs.

“ Oh, right he hasn’t been invited in! Y/N, have you invited Liam into your home?” Elizabeth seems to be having fun with all of this. “ I bet you have, I looked and your name is on Liam's lease so you probably had to invite Harry in'' Jason cuts her off.

“ I remember when you invited me into Liams.” Y/N is just looking around confused.

“ Harry, what are they talking about? I want to go home.” She manages to get out with any stutters even though she is visibly shaking.

“ She doesn’t know?” Elizabeth laughs, “ oh honey, so young, so ignorant, so useless. We’re vampires, darling!” All the air in Y/N’s lungs seems to disappear.

Y/N feels like the world just collapsed around her, is this a joke? Vampires aren't real, they don't exist. Dracula was just a story people told their children so they would sneak off into the dark. She's just supposed to believe this whole time that the people she had grown to love and care about were vampires?

“ Y/N listen to me, I will tell you everything, just breathe for now, okay?” She just nods mindlessly still trying to process the information she was just given. Even so, she trusts Harry the most in the room, considering one of them has sexually harassed her and the other had had her kidnapped, Harry was the best bet.

“ Well this is the end of my part,” Elizabeth stands up and hands Y/N’s phone to Harry. “ Go ahead, Jason.”

With the okay Jason tucks his head into her neck and bites down- hard -Y/N can feel the skin break and she lets out a scream. Shortly after her scream, Jason lets out his own. “ Vervain!” He manages to get out while choking. As soon as Jason fell to the ground, the cheese spreader Elizabeth had picked up was thrown and stabbed into Y/N’s abdomen.

“ Harry?” Y/N asks with tears in her eyes from the pain, and Harry could her the concern and confusion in the way she said is name before falling to the ground in agony.

Harry looks at Elizabeth and with no hesitation, “ Goodbye Elizabeth,” he runs and pulls her heart out of her chest. Fingers digging into the skin and he could feel the solidness of her sternum against his fingers as he pulls her heart from her body. “ See you in hell.” Harry then appears in front of a very loopy Y/N- blood loss - and he pulls the knife out, slowly so it doesn't hurt as much.

“ MOTHERFUCKER!” Y/N yells from the top of her lungs, Harry chuckles- never hearing the girl who looked acted like the embodiment of a 'Care Bear' use such foul langue- before biting his arm and putting it to her mouth. “ I’m not going to drink your fucking blood that's disgusting.”

“ It will heal you, I promise." Still she hesitated. " Do you trust me?" Harry was grasping for straws at this point, trying to get Y/N to drink it to heal herself, " hurry please before Jason gets up.” So she follows his orders after noticing the threat of impending doom was still in the room with them, and Harry pulls her to his chest, petting her hair back, “ That's it Pet, you're okay.” Harry kisses her on the top of her head. Before pulling his arm away from her and picking her up cradling her like a baby. Carrying her outside to Liam.

“ It’s okay Bug, sleep, I’ll be here when you wake up." Liam's voice might as well of been a lullaby, because that's all it took for Y/N to let herself relax and drift off hoping that when she woke, this would all just be another nightmare.

When she opens her eyes again she is sitting in Liam’s bedroom, Blueberry cuddled up next to her. “ You're awake!” Harry is sitting on the end of the bed. “Scared the crap out of me," Harry breaths, wiping his eyes from exhaustion, "I’m so sorry Y/N.” Y/N thinks for only a moment, before sitting up. Taking another moment to lift her shirt to look at the stab wound that should be there, but isn't.

“ You need to tell me what's going on, right now.” Y/N has made up her mind in the 3 seconds she's been awake and she needs to know what's going on.

“ Harry and I are vampires. I met Harry in Italy a couple of years after I was turned in 1822. We don’t feed on humans, and if we do it's consensual, but we mainly drink blood bags.” Y/N spends almost no time at all on the fact that her only family is dead, deciding she can spiral about that later. Right now she moves on looking at Liam who is standing in the doorway.

“ Why did you become so close with me? Were you planning on turning me?” Liam shakes his head.

“ I needed someone-” Liam rephrases. “ I needed a human to sign the lease so no vampire could get in without being invited in because vampires can walk into human-owned buildings.” She nods. “ After I found out about your parents, you reminded me of myself right before I turned and I had this need to be there for you.” She nods.

“ How do you go out during the day?” Harry laughs.

“ I know a witch that makes up daylight rings, give them to people I know I can trust-” Harry gets cut off by Liam.

“ -like Delilah, she has a daylight ring.” Liam walks and sits next to Y/N on his bed. Witches are real? Her eyes blow wide in shock, Delilah is a vampire? “ Every vampire in this town knows who you are, and knows to protect you at all costs.”

“ That's how you get around so flawlessly at night, they’re all watching you. And if anyone steps out of line-” Liam cuts Harry off as Harry leans back so his head is lying on Y/N’s blanket-covered spread thighs.

“-it's an immediate stake to the heart. We gave them a second chance or showed them how to be a vampire, so if they disobey us, game over.”

" You've killed people to protect me?" This is a lot of information for her. but for some reason she's inclined to trust the men sitting next to her on the bed.

" Of course I would Bug, and it's not really killing them. I'm just taking away the second chance I've given them." Liam answered.

" So kill people to give them a second chance, then you take away they're second chance?" This is sounding more and more confusing the more they try to explain it.

" No, we only turn people who are going to die. It's apart of this unspoken rule book I made up back in the 80s, 'no turning for fun, only for need or upon request'." Harry takes the chance to answer rather than Liam.

" Harry's been here for a couple more decades than I have. I only decided that I wanted to stay here after this New Year's Eve party he threw at the bar in 1999." Liam smiles as he remembers how the night ended with him, Harry, and Greta all sipping the last of their cocktails at 2am talking about what type of resolutions they were going to make.

“ Oh and verbena is just another word for vervain, Liam thought if he told you it was vervain and you told somebody, you’d be a target.” Harry grabs her hand and puts it in his hair as he is talking.

“ Okay, but what does verbena even do?” Y/N asks, carding her fingers through Harry’s hair, touching him like shes not sure if hes real at first before settling into the position of petting a vampire.

“ It is like a poison to vampires.” Liam answers.

“ Haven’t found a single person who knows why just that it is though.” Harry continues the thought.

“ Are you hungry? Got some food Delilah dropped off from the Thai shop when she heard what happened.” Y/N nods her head yes and Liam leaves the room to go get it. Harry sits up so he is facing her.

“ Listen I understand if you don't want to go on our little date anymore, y’know me being a vam-” Harry is cut off by Y/N pushing their lips together. Impulsive? Yes, but all of Y/N's impulsive decitions have lead her to some of the best outcomes.

Meeting Meredith? Y/N impulsively decided they were going to be friends when she was 8. Moving to San Francisco? Y/N had been saving up to go to New York, but when Meredith told her about where she was going to school in the fall, Y/N bought a ticket. Liam was because she was looking for an apartment when the dorms were too full and impulsive took a stranger's (Liam's) advice and applied at the complex they now live in. So, yes it was impulsive but she was kind of on a role with it so why stop now?

“ You just saved my life, have a whole town of people watching after me, and think the fact that now I know means I don’t like you anymore?” Y/N is genuinely confused when she asks. Harry just nods his head yes. “ God you're stupid,” she pushes their lips together for a second time. Harry smiles into the kiss.

“ You think me saving your life was cool, wait until you see my house.” He snickers with a big toothy grin.

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Haunted Dreams

Sausage just wants to sleep...but trauma weighs heavy on the mind.

Tw: Nightmares, blood/violence, brief disassociation

Also on Ao3

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He walked through Mythland, a casual stroll through the streets of his empire to see it in all its restored glory now that he’d removed the corruption that had overun it. His citizens greeted him as he passed and he made a point to at least try and speak with as many of them as he could.

Then the sky grew dark, thunder echoing as lightning split the heavens and suddenly, the citizens around him were gone, as if they’d never been there to begin with.

Sausage knew what the storm meant and he ran; fear in his heart and panic in his mind. He needed to get away, he needed to hide. He was fooling himself, there was no hiding from the harbinger of the storm, no matter how much he wished there was.

He ducked into a building as he was inflicted with a blindness spell, cowering in a corner like a frightened animal. Maybe...maybe if he pretended they weren’t here like Joel did then they’d go away. Positive thinking right? That’s what Gem always told him.

“Hello, Sausage.” Xornoth said with a wicked grin as he came into view, “You and I have much to discuss.”

“No! G-Go away! I don’t work for you anymore!”

The demon laughed, “Oh Sausage, did you really think I’d leave you alone? You will never escape me!”

The next thing Sausage knew was been teleported, now on a netherbrick floor where familiar crimson tendrils were quick to bind him.

The blindness spell wore off and he felt his blood run cold. He knew where he was, he’d been here before when he was still under the influence of corruption. Even now he could almost hear the agonized cries and pleas of those he watched Xornoth torture...that he himself even tortured. Sausage could almost see Fwhip, Gem, and Kathrine bound and helpless, their blood still staining the ground.

“Its a new perspective isn’t it? Being on the receiving end of something you once enjoyed?” Xornoth questioned, twirling a dark, bloodied dagger in his hand as he walked “I cannot let your insolence go unpunished, Sausage.”

Suddenly, the demon was in front of him, its gaze meeting his own. “I wonder how easy you’ll be to break.”

Sausage jolted upright with a cry, pain radiating in his right arm. He quickly looked at it in panic, expecting to see pulsating crimson veins. Instead, all he saw were the web-like scars where corruption had once been seared in his flesh. His gaze followed them from where they started at his wrist, and ended right over his heart.

He grimaced at the permanent reminders of what he’d done and averted his gaze to the room he was in. It wasn’t a dungeon where he would be tortured, it was his bedroom...in his keep...in Mythland.

There was no storm outside, moonlight shining brightly through the window and casting a gentle glow on the floor and walls.

A nightmare...that’s all it’d been. A remnant of the trauma he’d gone through. Still, there was no going back to sleep, not after that. Maybe...maybe he could go on a midnight walk to clear his head?

He swung his legs over the edge of the bed and stood, going over to his wardrobe and grabbing a simple undershirt, pants, and a cloak. It was a casual attire, much different than what he would normally wear, but it’d work.

Once he was on the cobbled streets he began his walk. Mythland was stunning at night, lanterns lit the paths and fireflies flickered in the air. The sound of night wildlife was therapeutic as it was joined by his quiet footsteps.

The bleating of blood sheep made him smile, with the corruption tentacles gone the symbols of his empire’s culture had come out from hiding, no longer afraid.

All was fine until Sausage could have sworn he saw a shadow move in the darkness. When he turned to look, it was gone.

Just a nocturnal animal he told himself before continuing down the path towards one of the residential areas.

He’d helped design some of the houses here himself and the sight of them made him smile. Light shone dimly through closed windows, alerting him that the residents were safe.

Then, in one of the alleys, he caught sight of a shadow, but it disappeared seconds after he made eye contact with it. A stray dog or cat he thought, that was all, there was no one out on the streets at this hour other than him.

As he continued he noticed that the sounds of the night had gone quiet, his footsteps echoed by another set behind him. He turned, but saw no one, not even the particles of an invisibility potion.

He was tired, that was all. He was tired and just imagining things. He was alone out here...he should probably head back home to rest.

Countless times more on his way back did he swear he was hearing footsteps, close enough to be in earshot, yet far enough away to be unnerving. He also could have sworn the shadow he kept seeing was following him. He knew it was just paranoia, once he was back in bed he’d be fine.

Soon, his home came into view and he went inside, climbing the stairs back to his bedroom.

He discarded the cloak, hanging it on the railing to put away in the morning and made his way over to his bed, not even bothering to get undressed again.

As he passed the mirror by his wardrobe though he froze, the reflection in it drawing his attention out of the corner of his eye. The second he turned to look, he recoiled with a yelp.

In the glass was a man that looked like him, a man dressed in black and grey with piercing red eyes and black veins marring their skin that had a faint crimson light flickering underneath. A sinister grin crossed their face as their gaze met his own.

“Look at you.” his reflection began in a distorted version of his voice, “Pathetic and weak once more. You were so powerful Sausage, you were feared. Don’t you miss it? The strength flowing through your veins, the magic at your fingertips. You could have had so much more too, if you’d stayed.”

It clicked then who the reflection was, it was someone he never wanted to see again, someone that terrified him. “I’m not you. I’m not a puppet for someone to order around.”

His reflection vanished and for a moment, Sausage thought he’d beaten his subconscious. He’d been wrong as he felt a sword go through him, the blade dripping with ink black blood as it protruded from his chest.

“You’re right,” came the voice of his doppelganger once more, “Because I am what you should have been.”

The sword was yanked back out, and Sausage fell to the ground, hacking and sputtering as the life drained from his body.

“All I have to do, is kill you and take your place.”

The black blade of a corrupted netherite axe tore through the flesh of his neck.

Once more he awoke with a cry, his hands instantly flying up to his throat instinctively in panic. Once he realized that his head was still attached did he dare open his eyes.

Sunlight came through the window and lit up the room, birds sung outside and the wind rustled the leaves of trees. In the distance, he could hear the faint sounds of his people going about their lives.

Tears formed in his eyes and he began to cry, ugly sobs coming from his throat at what he’d witnessed in his nightmare.

Then it dawned on him...what if he was still asleep? What if he’d just passed into another part of the illusion his traumatized mind was inflicting upon him?!

What if...what if he wasn’t really in Mythland? What if he’d failed in the spirit realm and as punishment he was left to suffer a nightmare for eternity?!

Who was he? The King of Mythland? The servant of evil? The condemned spirit left to be forgotten by those he cared about?

The mental turmoil was maddening and Sausage clutched the sides of his head, “Stop...make it stop...” he pleaded quietly.

A knock on the door snapped him from his spiraling thoughts, bringing him back to what he hoped was reality.

“Sausage are you home? I know you said you wanted to rest but I’m worried about you.”

Gem’s voice was music to his ears and Sausage quickly regained his composure as best he could before heading down the stairs to open the door for her.

“Hey, Gem.” he said with what he hopped was a happy tone, he didn’t want to worry her any more.

The wizard’s smile faded, “Sausage you look horrible, I thought you said you were going to get some sleep and recover!”

“What are you talking about Gem? I feel perfectly fine!” he countered casually, “I’ve been resting like I said I would after all!.”

Gem wasn’t convinced, “Sausage, have you looked at yourself in the mirror?”

The question had been an innocent one, but the nightmare from the night before quickly flashed before him. “N-No, because I’m...I’m afraid of what I’ll see.” he admitted as he wrapped his arms around himself.

"What do you think you’ll see?”

Sausage grit his teeth, his body beginning to shake, “Him, Gem...the corrupted puppet of Xornoth...”

"He isn’t you, Sausage.”

“No...he’s not...” because he’s who I was supposed to be...

Gem broke the momentary silence that followed, “You’ve gone through a lot, Sausage and while I still don’t know if I can fully trust you yet, if you need to talk about anything then I’ll be right over alright?”

Sausage nodded and wrapped his arms around her just to make sure she was real and not another trick played by his mind, “Thank you.”

He had spent the next several days working, doing everything he could to keep himself from falling asleep, afraid of what would await him. He’d dozed off a few times and had found himself in several scenarios.

Sometimes it’d been in the arena, the other rulers falling to his blade over-and-over again, bathing him in their blood while he smiled in sadistic pleasure.

Sometimes he’d be running from a shadow that would always catch him, its claws digging into his mind to puppet him around once more

Sometimes he’d see the wicked grin of his twisted doppelganger as they drove a blade through him, their words poisoning his thoughts and filling him with doubt and fear.

Sometimes he’d be laying helpless as Xornoth tortured him. Trying countless painful methods to ensure that this time the corruption taking over his body would be permanent.

And when night fell he’d just lay in bed awake, guilt and trauma weighing heavy on his mind. The things he’d done were horrible and now that he was free, he would be hunted relentlessly by the one that had controlled him and the hybrid that still followed them.

Sausage was scared. He needed sleep...he needed help...

That had been the one word shakily scribbled onto the paper he’d tied around a raven’s leg before sending it to the Crystal Cliffs.

A knock on the door the following morning forced him to get out of bed and go to open it. Sausage’s movements were sluggish but he managed to succeed in his goal. Gem stood in the doorway, her expression morphing into a grimace once she saw the sorry sight he probably was. “Oh Sausage...what have you been doing to yourself...”

He collapsed into her, unable to hold back tears any longer, “I can’t sleep Gem! Every time I close my eyes the nightmares come, even if its just for a minute. Please Gem, sleeping potions...or even some kind of sleeping spell...just something, anything to help me fall asleep peacefully!”

Gem couldn’t think of any way to reply, only held the broken person in her arms.

“How about we get you inside? See what we can do?”

A distressed but agreeing sound came from Sausage and Gem helped maneuver him upstairs and back into his bed. The Mythland king looked terrible, his clothes disheveled and his face pale enough that the dark circles forming beneath his eyes were extremely noticeable.

“Tell me everything, Sausage. Tell me about the nightmares and anything that is bothering you.”

So he did. Sausage spilled every detail about his nightmares and paranoia, about every little thing he feared and pondered. Gem listened intently as he spoke, never once interrupting, just letting him get his thoughts out.

By the time he finished Sausage felt as if a burden had been lifted from his shoulders, it was...nice.

The last of his energy had been sapped from his venting and the clutches of sleep tried to bring him into their hold.

Gem stroked his head, her sympathetic eyes meeting his own tired ones. “Go to sleep, Sausage.” he coaxed, “I’ll be here to wake you if I sense something is wrong.“

Sausage only gave a sigh, his eyelids slipping shut and lulling him into darkness.

But, for the first time in an unknown amount of days, the nightmares didn’t come. Sausage was at peace, finally able to rest.

#empires smp #empiresblr #empiressmp #My writing #mythical sausage #geminitay

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somerpmemes · 4 years ago

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Disenchantment S3 Starters

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“Who can resist a creepy mom hug?”

“She’s not an ugly, evil bitch. But she is sluttier than I imagined.”

“When I last saw you, you were a lot more dead.”

“Is your life so awful you have to keep wrecking mine?”

“You were a model of regal barbarism.”

“Something’s going on.”

“Like any two numbers, this don’t add up.”

“You’re a bloodthirsty bastard.”

“I’m no decision-maker, I’m an action-taker.”

“Oh, I wanted to gloat directly over our victim’s corpse.”

“Hand me a murder stick.”

“For a dying man, he’s making a lot of noise.”

“World domination can wait.”

“I’m allergic to pandering.”

“Trust me, I’m not playing mind games with you.”

“Just promise you’ll think about giving me another chance.”

“Hallelujah, amen, and ka-ching.”

“You realize you’re all I have.”

“I know you’re lying but I hope one day you’ll mean that.”

“Is it still true love if your wallet is missing?”

“I just figured out this is a bad idea.”

“Oh, this ruins so many fantasies.. but opens up so many new ones.”

“Actually, pretending to care about your feelings was exhausting.”

“___, do what you do best. Take your mommy issues out on somebody else.”

“This is the sinister plot that just keeps giving.”

“Souls are meant for damnation, not soup.”

“Fooling foolish fools is so satisfying.”

“Oh, that’s delightfully craven.”

“Okay I get it, I have a hot mom.”

“It’s not even good cake.”

“Aww, he spelt it ‘yer’.”

“I believe it’s pronounced ‘skedaddle’.”

“I always wanted to get lost in a labyrinth. It's like a puzzle you solve with your feet.”

“If someone else is plotting without us, I will be really miffed.”

“Aren’t boots supposed to bend at the knees?”

“They’re just being really hurtful.”

“I’ll never fall for one of your tricks again.”

“I won’t say that doesn’t hurt.”

“And now, I just wanna lie down.”

“I think we’re getting away with it.”

“Ugh, I swear these tight, sexy clothes were designed to cut off cognitive thinking.”

“Disappointment’s a form of caring.”

“Who you are is a nobody and what you are ain’t nothing.”

“Stop being so agreeable!”

“I dreamed of this moment for so long, but I’m more worried than validated.”

“He looks so different with his head sliced off.”

“You have the worst luck I’ve ever seen.”

“I don’t know how this could get any more degrading.”

“Don’t ever walk barefoot around here. And never eat at the strip clubs.”

“But often the craziest thoughts are the most true, you nutloaf!”

“This is a classy affair, more cleavage.”

“This means so much to whoever I am.”

“I’ve got a nice thing going. I don’t wanna mess it up by opening up my big mouth.”

“I would love to have you as one of my exes but I think it’s best if you think of me as your slutty grandma.”

“The faster you run the more beer you get.”

“Sorry, I’m a little damp and cranky.”

“I’m addicted to stealing wallets now.”

“A veritable sandwich of danger.”

“Neither of us are cats.”

“Yeah, well, I’m gonna knife you in your throat.”

“Now swim for it before the crabs swarm over you.”

“Wow! You can really taste the rage.”

“So it’s agreed, we don’t get caught.”

“Man, after-work drinks taste so much better than instead-of-work drinks.”

“If I were afraid I wouldn’t be here.”

“I know a lot of psychos.”

“Pretend like we planned on meeting here so no one yells at me for cutting in line.”

“It’s as educational as it is moisturizing.”

“Ha! That’s what you get for believing in love!”

“You were always good at sticking to things.”

“I know you don’t trust me, but whatever you do, do not trust him.”

“If I can’t trust you, how can I trust you to tell me who to trust?”

“What are you offering here?”

“This is big, I really need some time to drink about this.”

“Who is interrupting my insomnia!?”

“You act angry on the outside but deep down you’re lonely and inadequate.”

“I look like a macho flowerpot.”

“Like, I’ve hear of fashion disasters but you, sir, are a genocide.”

“Now to blend invisibly into the crowd.”

“I’m your knight in rusty armor.”

“Don’t take this the wrong way but, shut up ___.”

“Oh my god, I’m insulting myself.”

“We’re all ashamed of some flaw we can’t change.”

“Nature is full of green.”

“I bring good old-fashioned psychological torture to the party, okay? Just like your grandmother made.”

“Wow! This malnutrition is really slimming.”

“Oh my god, enough with the romantic fantasies.”

“That hot trash is with me.”

“I will never find that boot again.”

“Love is risky. That's what makes it so great, it pays off!”

“All I have is nightmares now.”

“How do you want to die? Slowly or extra slowly?”

“We’re one step away from happily ever after.”

“___, who have you pissed off this time?”

“Everything is either trying to kill me or kiss me.”

“From what I’ve heard, I’m both obnoxious and amazing.”

“Chalk one up for ignorance!”

“Here, drink this coffee. It’s been boiling for hours.”

“I’ve got so much love and nobody to give it to.”

“Apparently I’m not film friendly… or friendly.”

“Tell me what drugs you’re on so I know what to do when you pass out.”

“I got a lot of experience with relationships coming to a grinding halt.”

“Wait sorry, what were we talking about? Oh, wait, yeah, your pathetic love life.”

“Stop looking at me like that! I’m so vulnerable and you’re so mean.”

“Why’d you come back for me?”

“I left because I didn’t want to get hurt again and I came back because... I’ll never learn.”

“I’m not gonna ask where you pulled that from.”

“___, I tried to get help but nobody wanted to.”

“I would say it’s good to be back but I can’t shake the fact that life is meaningless and I’m gonna die alone.”

“I’ve got a lot to do now. Like go to my room and cry in the fetal position.”

“Don’t say “wink, wink”. Just wink.”

“You can bother me again when I grow a new heart.”

“Wallowing is underrated. People no longer expect things from you and you get to stop showering.”

“Sweetie, you’re young and beautiful and sandy.”

“Someday the right man or woman or creature will mate with you. Then you must eat them.”

“Oh my god, I want to shower again. That means I’ve regained the will to live!”

“Love the homicidal impulse but no.”

“But I only like gratification when it’s instant!”

“Oh, this ain’t good.”

“Oh god, they’re getting uglier.”

“Hey ___, who do you think I should punch first?”

“Sorry, I tend not to notice things that aren’t me.”

“I’m crestfallen and I can’t get up.”

“Don’t you know you can’t trust anyone but yourself?”

“I’m not kneeling, I’m dying.”

“Yeah, you’re gonna die soon.”

“You know, you have an impressive number of enemies for a girl your age.”

“Don’t be a drama queen. That is my job.”

“Well those are mixed messages.”

“My needs outweigh your scorn.”

“It’ll either cure him or kill him.”

“You do not wanna go in there unless you’re a fan of, like, dying.”

“Any operating instructions or ominous warnings?”

“You’re afraid to let people in and you hide behind sarcasm.”

“___, work on your issues.”

“So, this isn’t gonna get more normal anytime soon, is it?”

“You don’t have to die at home but you can’t die here.”

“I’ve had a lot of people leave me in my life but I’ve never ever ever not had you before.”

“I always thought you’d be dead in a ditch by now.”

“Why is it, ___, that every time you’re braiding my hair you tell me I’m going to die?”

“Braids hurt my brain.”

“Oh, you’re so going to die.”

“The key to getting dumped is not knowing how to take a hint.”

“Stop tempting fate.”

“I have resting sinister face.”

“I don’t know who to disobey.”

“Haven’t you ever seen an enchanted broom before?”

“Wow. Brutal honesty, that’s true friendship.”

“She blindsided me. While I was looking right at her!”

“I don’t know why you always bring the good half out in me, ___.”

#disenchantment #rp #rp meme #rp starters #starters #sentence starters #sentence starter meme #ask meme

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petri808 · 4 years ago

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Pranks Are So Revealing Sometimes…

@itafushiweek One bed prompt

After everything had finally settled and damages were assessed to Tokyo jujutsu high following the Kamo incident, the faculty decided it was time for a full renovation. They would fix the damaged areas but also update other undamaged parts. Including the dorms according to their teacher. The students were given a schedule of when each of their rooms would be worked on and given boxes to pack their belongings for temporary storage.

“Don’t worry,” Gojo grinned. “Shouldn’t take more than a day or two per room.”

“Yeah, okay,” Megumi stared back up at his teacher after reading the information. “But where are we supposed to sleep if our room is being renovated?”

“Oh, well since the unoccupied rooms will also be renovated during this process…” the man tapped his chin. “Got it! You bunk with Yuuji, then switch when it’s his rooms turn.”

“Cool! A sleepover!” Yuuji pumped his fists in the air. “We can hang out and watch movies and eat junk food and just crash from a food coma.”

Megumi swallowed thickly with a groan. “I’d rather you give me your credit card,” directing his comment to Gojo, “so I can get a hotel room.”

“No, can do buddy. Come on, it won’t be that bad.”

Yuuji threw an arm over Megumi’s. “It’ll be fine,” his brilliant smile causing the man’s cheeks to redden. “Movies and food, we’ll have fun.”

Megumi looked away and crossed his arms over his chest. “Ugh! Fine!”

“Good.” Gojo patted his student on the shoulder. “Now that’s settled, get packing young Megumi. Tomorrow we’ll be starting with your room.”

With Yuuji’s help, it didn’t take long for Megumi to pack up his belongings. There really wasn’t much, fitting everything into 3 medium sized boxes. Mostly clothes, some books, and minor items. He packed a bag with just enough to be displaced a couple of days, and if the renovations took longer, he could probably just borrow clothes from Yuuji. They were roughly the same size anyway. The boxes were then taken to Yuuji’s room and stacked in a corner out of the way.

But the full toll of the situation didn’t really hit Megumi until the morning of the renovations. He was awoken around 7 am by Gojo, letting him know the construction workers would be there in 15 minutes. Great. So, he dragged himself out of bed and walked into Yuuji’s room planning to get a couple more hours of sleep. It should be fine considering Yuuji rarely got up early on a day off.

The problem was— ‘Only one bed…’ Megumi groaned internally as he swiped his hand down his face. Duh! How could he have missed this detail?! And there was no way to fit a second bed in the room since they were only designed for single occupancy.

“Ugh…” Megumi shuffled back out of the room in irritation. Guess he’ll just go get breakfast and figure out what to do next!

Look, he didn’t have a problem sharing a bed with another person. It’s just sleeping on a bed instead of the hardwood floor, what’s the issue with that? If it was anyone else, Nobara, Toge, Maki, Yuta, whatever— no problem. The PROBLEM is it’s Yuuji. Maybe one of them will let him stay with them? Megumi put his head down on the kitchen table with his arms over his head in frustration. No… that would be weird to ask. Gojo already made all the arrangements between everyone, so if he suddenly had an issue with it, they might find that suspicious and he really didn’t need them asking questions, or worse teasing him about it.

He could hear it all too. What’s wrong with Yuuji? You worried something might happen? Too afraid to confront your feelings. Wink, wink. Aww that’s so cute you’re embarrassed. But Yuuji’s a good catch. Yada, Yada. Maki’s monotone, “just man up” tone was not something Megumi wanted to hear. ‘It’s just a night or two… no big deal. He’ll sleep on one side; I’ll sleep on the other. What could go wrong?’

“Morning!”

Megumi’s body immediately went stiff at the sound of Yuuji voice. Damn guy was like a cat this morning, he never heard him come in! Or did he just miss it because he was too wrapped up in his mind?

“Yeah… morning,” Megumi responded as he sat up in his chair and pretended everything was fine. “Sorry, I didn’t make coffee or anything yet.”

“Nah, it’s fine. I can make breakfast. Want some?” Yuuji responded in his chipper way.

“Sure, since you’re offering.”

“I see they started working on your room. That’s what woke me up.”

“Huh? Oh yeah, That’s why I’m up too. Gojo kicked me out at 7.”

“Oh, if you were tired, you could’ve just gone back to sleep in my room.”

“Nah. I’m fine.”

“You still look tired.”

“I’m fine.”

“If you say so,” Yuuji placed a plate of food in front of his friend, then sat down across from him with his own. “So, got any plans for today?”

“Not really.”

“I was thinking of grabbing some snacks from the store for tonight.”

“Something happening tonight?”

“Movie night! Remember?”

“You were serious about that?!”

“Of course! We rarely have time to relax, so this is a perfect opportunity.”

“Well, since I’m stuck in your room… what movie are you picking?”

“You can choose. I don’t really care. How about I’m in charge of snacks and you grab the movies.”

“Fine. I’ll dig something up.”

The pair part ways for the rest of the day. Megumi felt it best to keep himself occupied so he wouldn’t think about that night. So, after breakfast he got some training in with Yuta and Maki who between the two really kept him on his toes. The construction work on his room sounded a lot more extensive than Gojo had relayed based on all the noise coming from within. Someone had placed a “do not enter” sign on the door, and so when Megumi walked past it, he didn’t bother peeking. By the time he returned from shopping around 5pm, it was silent. ‘Guess they’re done for the day.’ But since the sign was still up, it wasn’t finished. ‘Ugh, it better be done by tomorrow night.’

“Hey, Megumi!”

Megumi froze in place. Damn it with Yuuji sneaking up on him! He turned around. “Yeah?”

“I got food!” Yuuji held up two plastic bags stuffed full. “Dinner, snacks, drinks. Did you grab the movies?”

Megumi pulled three DVD cases out of his shopping bag and showed it to his friend. Three movies would kill about six hours, which meant sleeping right after they were finished, equaled less dead time to worry about.

“Sweet! Let’s get started!”

The moment of dread was upon Megumi the instant he walked into Yuuji’s room and laid eyes on that single bed. And as the dorm mate puttered around oblivious to his nervousness, he just watched quietly as the man plopped the bags onto the bed and grabbed a laptop from the desk. This was it, no turning back now.

“Why are you just standing there?” Yuuji questioned with laughter in his tone and patted the bed. “Come on, before the food gets cold.”

Megumi rolled his eyes as if nothing was wrong, but his heartbeat picked up the pace with each step towards the bed. He should be happy that Yuuji was so oblivious to emotions, and yet a part of him was annoyed… maybe disappointed… Megumi quickly shut those thoughts down as he sat on the edge of the bed.

“So, just to get it out of the way. How is this gonna work? Like which side do I sleep on?” Megumi questioned.

Yuuji stopped fusing with a food container and looked over. “Oh, hmm, doesn’t matter to me. I can sleep on either side.”

Well since he was already on one side. “I’ll just take this side I’m on then.”

Yuuji gave him a thumbs up. “Pass me the first movie.”

The first movie… all the movies he’d chosen were just action types. Megumi wanted something with as little romance as possible and knew Yuuji didn’t mind action or horror. Frankly, he thought it was funny his friend still loved horror after becoming a jujutsu sorcerer. Don’t they see enough of it in real life? Between the movies and the eating, he was pleasantly surprised to find that Yuuji became so engrossed in what was on the screen, it helped his anxieties stay lowered.

Megumi had taken up a position with his back against the wall sitting upright, and legs stretched out in front of him, while Yuuji was next to him with about a foot of space between them. Mid-way through the third movie, Megumi was genuinely paying attention since he’d never seen it before, when he felt a pressure against his shoulder. His eyes flared, cheeks heated up, and adrenaline spiked his heart rate. Yuuji had fallen asleep against his shoulder. No kidding this guy could fall asleep anywhere! Versus him who was too wide awake now to even think about it.

The last thing he wanted to do was awaken the sleeping man and make things even more awkward. So, Megumi tried to gently push his friend away to simply rest against the wall. His first several tries failed, but on the fourth, success… briefly.

“Mmm,” Yuuji stirred without waking and shifted on his own to curl up in Megumi’s lap instead!

‘Fuck, my life!’ Megumi screamed in his head. Things just went from bad to a disaster!

Again, Megumi tried to shift the man away, but every time he tried Yuuji would whine.

“Stop moving…” Yuuji mumbled and wrapped his arms around Megumi’s waist, snuggling his face deeper into the man’s leg.

“You’ve got to be kidding me!” Megumi gritted out in a muffled anger. By now, his whole body felt like it’d been stuck in a furnace and was being roasted alive. Ugh! Yuuji had turned into a damn octopus clinging to its meal! And yet… Megumi had to admit the man was cute as he slept. Geez, he even smiled in his sleep!

Not much he could really do, Megumi exhaled in defeat. So, he did his best to turn off the laptop screen using his foot and shift it close enough to reach. He then grabbed it and placed it onto the nightstand next to the bed, leaving them in a darkened room with only the gentle breathing of Yuuji as any sound. Okay, fine! Megumi counseled himself. Just ignore the fact there’s someone attached to you and try to get some sleep. The faster he went to sleep, the faster the nightmare would end. So, he shifted his body to lie down, then turned over onto his side hoping Yuuji would also readjust.

And the man did, just not in a way Megumi wanted. Yuuji simply snuggled up to his back and weaved an arm around his torso like he was one of those giant stuffed animals you win at a fair! He pushed the arm away, but it sprang back into place.

Megumi screamed in his head. He was so tired… ‘just ignore it, ignore it, ignore it…’

The sound of birds chirping caused Megumi to rouse the next morning. Perfect, his torture was over, it was time to get up— ‘Why was the pillow so hard—’ his eyes opened in a panic as his hand felt the unmistakable sensation of muscle beneath clothing. Without moving an inch only his eyes shifted over and saw the outline of Yuuji’s body lying on his back and he was curled up against his side! ‘Oh, fuck!’

Fight or flight kicked into overdrive as Megumi sprang from the bed like a cat and bolted out of the room. Every nerve ending along his skin was on fire and his mind freaking out, praying Yuuji had slept through it all. ‘This is gonna be so awkward if— What the?!’

As soon as he made it out of the room, Megumi almost ran right smack into Gojo. The man had one hand on Megumi’s bedroom door and the other carried a cursed doll, like the one Yuuji had trained with to practice energy control. “What is that for?”

Realizing he was busted, Gojo slipped the doll behind his back. “Nothing. I was just gonna check on the progress.”

“Uh-huh…” Megumi’s eyebrow raised, instantly suspicious. “Well, let’s just check,” he opened the door himself and walked in. “What’s going on?!” He whipped around. “Are they finished?” Because his room looked exactly like he’d left it the morning before. And he meant exactly!

“Really?!” Gojo pretended to be surprised. “That was quick! Looks like you can move back in. Well, see you at breakfast.”

Gojo turned to leave but Megumi grabbed his shoulder.

“Oi! What the hell?! There was no construction was there you prick?!”

“Nonsense! They must’ve finished yesterday.”

Megumi narrowed a menacing glare at the teacher. “That damn doll was the one making all the noise, wasn’t it?”

“Um… no…”

“And you were about to plant it for a second day!”

“Of course, not! I’m just carrying it around…”

“You’re such a shit liar!”

“Careful Megumi, might wanna keep your voice down lest wake up Yuuji.”

“What do I care if he wakes up now?”

“He’ll find you missing and the bed empty and be sad.” Gojo grinned defiantly then took off in a sprint, cackling like a mad man down the hall.

Bastard pranked him! Megumi screamed as he took off after the man. “I’M GONNA KILL YOU!”

#itafushi week #itafushi #itafushi fan fiction #itafushi fan fic #itadori yuuji #megumi fushiguro #satoru gojo #one bed prompt #fushita

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archived-zombbean · 4 years ago

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How I Got Into Batman

So I got into Batman on accident. See my wife (then girlfriend) @she-a-nice had been BEGGING me to watch the show, play the game, etc. and I refused for the longest time (my loss I know right?).

Anyhow, we’re in game stop and she pulls out the “Batman Arkham Asylum” game, and she’s like, “Look! It’s on sale for $XX! If worse comes to worse it’s not like you’ll be wasting money! Just give it a try and if you don’t like it I’ll stop bothering you about it!”

So I caved. I bought the game, let out the most annoyed sigh (I was easily upset before I started my Bipolar meds, I regret how immature I used to be) and we went home. I pop the game in, let it download, and drank some tea while I waited. After it finished downloading, my adventure began.

Opening up to the Asylum, right away I’ll be honest- I hated batman. The only version I ever knew of him was BTAS and this version didn’t sit right with me. He was so mean and cruel that it just made me really upset. The joker reminded me of the one I did know a little bit about, so that wasn’t so bad (learned later it was the same actor so whoot!)

Saw sexy Harley Quinn, but hated her outfit so much. GOD I HATED THAT OUTFIT. WHAT WAS THE POINT? SHE DIDN’T LOOK LIKE A HARLEQUIN AT ALL???

Again, I went into this game with a sour attitude and I tried to hide it. My wife is sitting on the edge of her seat watching me play cause she was so excited to see the game. She had stars in her eyes. She didn’t play video games. She was afraid too and would much rather watch me play them instead. So I bit my lip and kept playing. Seeing her happy and enjoying the game meant more to me than all the things that was annoying me about the game. Admittedly... the combat was pretty good for it’s time, and after playing the absolute disaster combat of Assassin’s Creed 1, it was a nice change of pace.

I do remember being quite fond of Killer Croc’s design, and hoping I would see him again. I’ll get into that bit, a little later.

So I’m playing the game, and I get to the part where you just get to/ past the medical facility? It’s been a long time since I played so I can’t remember exactly where... but... that’s when my opinion of the game started to change. I’m in an elevator and I come out to see people going fucking batshit crazy in a sealed off room, and this gremlin of a bastard scurry in the background. I have no idea that this guy is about to become my favorite character.

My wife, knowing my favorite character archetype, just fucking grins as wide as she can. I love horror. Anything horror related, video games, movies, etc... it’s always been my favorite!

Mind you, I have no idea whom this character is or what he does, but the music turns unsettling and I can feel my pulse quicken. It has all the atmosphere of a horror game. Batman’s eyes are glowing red, and the beat of the music is still heavy in my ears. The voices are starting to echo, and there’s a buncha really silent hill like bullshit happening.

I go through the morgue scene and I’m just fucking... floored? When the fuck did this game decide to be a horror game??? Like?? I started to LOVE it.

My wife is now in a fit of giggles, and I’m like, “Why are you laughing you hate horror?”

She just grins, “Oh... you’ll see! I just know you’re gonna love it!”

Okay... sure. So I keep going.

Cue Batman unzipping the bag and this guy with a bag on his head that reminds me of el salvadore from fucking resident evil 4 pops up, and he’s just cackling like a motherfucking maniac. His voice is AMAZING. The ambiance is frightening. He’s got fucking NEEDLES on his hands (Trypanophobia? Yeah I know her. That’s my fear.)

“Who is this dude?” I ask my wife.

As the sequence ends for the nightmare world I see the words pop up on my screen:

Character Bio Unlocked- Scarecrow

“Who the fuck is scarecrow?” I’m lost. That was literally my favorite sequence so far.

My wife looks like the cat that caught the fucking canary, “That’s Jonathan Crane~ He’s the scarecrow and he’s the master of fear!”

Okay. So she’s fucking right. I fucking love this character. I keep playing. Dude’s gotta show up again right? I never actually kicked his ass...

So I keep playing the game and I see a few other small things that start to pique my interest. It’s not longer a chore trying to play the game. I’m genuinely interested. I’m waiting for this asshole with a paper bag on his head to pop up again.

Que me getting to the next portion of the game where this SOAB shows up. I’m literally grinning from ear to ear. Is the scene beforehand sad? Yeah a little. But I’ve heard the same damn sob story for batman by fans so much that honestly... I... kinda don’t care? It’s hard to feel bad when every movie with batman includes his parents dying.

I get through that portion and I eventually wind up at the third portion. I swear to fucking god I was SO SCARED when I thought my game restarted and I lost all my progress. Turns out it was another fucking game sequence. Touche Mr. Scarecrow, touche.... Long story short I got through that sequence and I’m floored by how good the game actually is. God my wife is so happy. It makes the experience all the better.

Did I mention she’s a hard core Riddler fan? Did I also forget to mention she’s the one that found all the- and I quote, “Shineys (Riddler Trophies)” and solved all his riddles? Cause I sure as fuck didn’t know the answers. Dude got super pissed every time she found something, and it was HILARIOUS.

I got to Croc’s section of the game, and I’ll admit I was a bit off put and sad to see him take Crane into the water and out of view. Knowing he’s a cannibal, I thought for sure that would be the last I ever saw of my fave (Imagine how excited I was for Arkham Knight, and how disappointed I was in the end? LE SIGH.) To be fair tho, Croc’s portion of the game had me sitting on the edge of my seat a lot since it was dead silent, and followed up with an orchestra of music when he popped up.

By the end of the whole game I was relatively happy. The story was pretty shitty, won’t lie, but the characters were enjoyable, the play style was fun, and I got to learn a lot about some characters! I even surprised my wife by saying I wanted to buy the next game in the series!

Lucky for me? That game had just come out a week prior. So of course I bought that bitch and binge played it for my sweet, and wonderful wife. Of course I also fell in love with another character- Mr. Freeze, and of course I still thank her for getting me into the series.

Sometimes she’ll tease me and talk about how I was so reluctant to try something new that she’d known I would enjoy, and ever since I’ve made sure to give series she’s suggested a chance!

#how i got into batman #scarecrow #jonathan crane #long post #my wife #fandom

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monomonomagines · 5 years ago

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Could I get a thing where peko, Souda, ryoma and gundam were sleeping with their s/o only to wake up to their s/os cat standing on them and just staring at them?

Thank you so much for giving me such a hilarious and cute request, Anon. I personally enjoy all of these characters as well so this was an absolute joy to write. I hope that you’ll enjoy it and if I happened to goof anything up, feel free to tell me and I’ll fix it up for you immediately!

Peko

Peko was used to animals running from her or being skittish around her as most were intimidated by her scary looks. She was used to it, but still, she had hoped that this wouldn’t be the case when it came to her own S/o’s cat.

Anytime she’d even walk into a room though, the cat would normally end up nearly leaping across the entire room just to get away from her, crying out loudly as though it were scared she’d hurt it or more rarely ducking under any furniture it’d find close enough to hide from her with.

However, rather than act as dejected as she felt she simply paid it no mind, not showing that it did actually weigh on her a bit as she went to sleep next to you, falling into a peaceful lull where such thoughts wouldn’t bother her.

That is until she felt a strange weight on her chest. She knew it couldn’t be a person, it was too heavy and while her job as a bodyguard to Fuyuhiko had prepared her for an ambush she had to admit she was certainly perplexed.

Was it some sort of object? As she shot open her eyes though she wasn’t met with the sight of a person or an object, it was to her surprise your cat standing on her just staring right back at her with wide curious eyes.

Normally Peko wouldn’t show her excitement so much but she couldn’t help but feel a big smile begin to cover her features as your little furry friend was finally calmly looking at her, not even running when her eyes opened to stare right back just as curiously.

She had never been so close to something so soft and couldn’t stop herself from pondering what would happen next.

She wanted to pet it so badly, to be able to feel it’s soft fur on her hands the same way that you always did but she was hesitant about trying, taking a great length of time in solitude with your cat watching her movements as she soon reached out her hand in a slow gentle motion.

That was when it’d run off, she thought, not hoping for much before she felt the warmth of its small body on her palm.

Peko felt as though she could burst from joy as your cat finally began to rub itself on her hand, happy to be receiving so much attention in the dead of the night and before she could even register it she had soon fallen asleep with your cat curled up right on her chest, both happily sleeping away by the time you woke up.

She would certainly wake up with a pep in her step though and be sure to tell you of her great night with a rare smile on her face, even if she couldn’t have shared it with you though.

“It was right on my stomach, S/o. I even got to pet it the way you do and feel how fluffy it is.”

Kazuichi

To say animals hated Kazuichi was no exaggeration. While they feared people like Peko and flocked to Gundham, Kazuichi was often the target of their attacks, causing even trained animals like Gundham’s hamsters and other pets to attack him.

It didn’t get him down too badly of course, since he could still work on his mechanics with no problems (as he clearly wasn’t dealing with anything more than metal) but it certainly didn’t make him any calmer around any other fuzzy friends.

As soon as Kazuichi met your cat, his bold act quickly dissipated, becoming long forgotten as he grew obviously nervous whenever the two of them were in the room together.

Rather than the opposite, Kazuichi would often end up running from your cat only to get attacked by it even when there was no way he could provoke it, making it difficult to get him to even stay over for the night without some attack in the middle of the night waking the two of you up.

It was another one of these exact nights though that Kazuichi happened to drift off next to you, only hoping to get some good uninterrupted sleep.

Your cat often found a way in, even if he shut the door and he was pretty wary normally when he was over, sometimes making it hard to relax but with you in his arms and the two of you getting all warm and snuggly he soon was out for the count.

Or so he thought when he suddenly felt a strange patting on his face. What did you want from him so late in the night though?

As he groggily shot open his eyes with the expectation to see you, he instead saw your cat sitting on him, simply staring at him causing him to nearly have a heart attack.

“What are you doing?” He hisses out, not knowing what to do in his now panicked state.

He was prepared for your cat to be getting ready to pounce on him but rather than do anything it just continued to stare, showing no signs of ill will as it had before.

It was baffling, to say the least for Kazuichi but even if he wasn’t being attacked he still had no clue what to do.

He supposed it was best to wake you up gently so he could show you and maybe figure out what he should do with your little fuzzy baby but as soon as he extended his hand your cat immediately sinks it’s claws into him finally causing him to cry out loud enough to wake you as he has done other nights.

“Are you kidding me!? I thought you were being nice to me finally!?”

Gundham

It was no surprise that your cat had immediately taken a liking to Gundham given his reputation.

Animals loved him and he loved them just as dearly, making your cat and him nearly inseparable whenever he happened to stay over for the night.

Constantly your cat would have to be snuggled right on him, purring away as he stroked its fur. It didn’t matter whether he was watching TV with you, snuggling, eating dinner, or even using the bathroom.

Regardless, wherever Gundham went, so did your cat, making it no surprise that your cat even had to sleep snuggled up to him.

It was just another night where the three of you were snuggled up and watching movies when Gundham ended up drifting off into a deep slumber with the two of you soon following after.

It wasn’t until early morning before even the sun had arisen to show its face when he woke up. He didn’t make a habit of waking this early usually, but he happened to feel an odd sensation, pulling him out from the realm of dreams.

There was this strange pinprick feeling on his chest and a soft rumbling resounding from the source of pricks.

As Gundham opened his eyes, still half asleep, he hadn’t expected to see much feeling a bit more tired than usual when instead of having a simply odd sensation or having some strange dream, he was instead met with the sight of your cat staring at him as it softened him, purring away.

“What is it you require, feline of the night’s domain?” Gundham inquires, his deep voice still ringing out fairly loudly despite him intentionally speaking softer than usual.

The cat only continued to look at him though, softening away as he stared back with his own quizzical gaze.

“Fine, I suppose you may rest on me but make haste. I wish to get back to my own realm of dreams myself,” he says, speaking as though he is warning your cat.

He wasn’t angered obviously, he was actually quite delighted to be so loved by your cat as much as he was by you but he also had the desire to get back to sleeping beside you, the only human to be able to get close to him, the Overlord of Ice, Gundham Tanaka.

Ryoma

As cats liked Ryoma as much as he liked them, he had no real qualms with your cat.

Both were fast friends making him not only your designated cat sitter for the days you went on any trips out of town or to a friend’s place but also the one that your cat would snuggle up to when you all went to sleep together.

It was just another typical night with you and Ryoma snuggling up to one another when per usual your cat came up to rub against him and beg for attention, soon situating itself in between the two of you like a kid snuggling up to their parents.

It was much too cute for either of you to be angry, especially when you saw such a rare big smile cross Ryoma’s features as he saw your furry little pal.

He was happy like this, happier than he had been in a while and there was no way you’d ever try to take that happiness from him.

Hence, the three of you ended up soon drifting off to sleep, snuggling up together underneath the plush blankets.

Ryoma wasn’t often woken up at your place, finding it one of the rare places he could relax. However, tonight he felt as though he couldn’t breathe.

He didn’t know if it was another nightmare or just his anxiety acting up at first but the weight he felt on him was definitely pressing on him without letting up, causing him to open his eyes as he heard a soft meow.

Huh? He felt like he had to have been still dreaming, but rather than seeing the usual things he dreamed of he was met with the gaze of your cat standing right on his chest, making it hard to breathe whatsoever.

“You know, it’s pretty uncool to wake someone up like this,” he jokes, happy to be seeing your cat over his usual demons.

He didn’t want to admit it but he might have been spoiling your cat as he simply moved them to a more comfortable position and began to stroke its fur causing it to soon settle back down, laying in the crook of his neck.

He didn’t know if he could fall back asleep he thought, as he saw the sun filtering in through the blinds, but he knew he was safe at least even if with your cat being needy and staring at him in the middle of the night.

He was safe.

#danganronpa #danganronpa imagines #dr2 #drv3 #danganronpa goodbye despair #danganronpa killing harmony #danganronpa x reader #x reader #peko pekoyama #gundham tanaka #ryoma hoshi #ask #mod toko

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miraculous-ladybug-bitches · 5 years ago

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Retroactive

“Chloe!” Marinette squeals as she rushes towards her friend. Chloe turns around and catches an armful of hyperactive six-year-old.

She had been walking down to her law firm when she was barreled down by the child. How that happened, neither of them had a clue.

The truth was, Master Fu had been experimenting on Marinette and Tikki to upgrade her transformation, and a newly child-Marinette didn’t recognize him. So naturally, she sprinted to the streets in search of someone she knew.

Chloe lifts Marinette hesitantly, and the little girl hugs her tight. Chloe was 25, yet she was the same to Marinette. Her blonde hair was the same as before, and her face was similar.

“Missed you, Chlo,’” she says as she nuzzles her cheek.

Chloe feels her heart breaking in two- if Marinette was how old she thought she was, then that meant…

That meant that Chloe and Marinette had been separated by their parents. It had been ‘unacceptable’ for the daughter of the mayor and a fashion designer to be playing with the daughter of a ‘peasant’, as her mother taught her.

Chloe felt sick to her stomach.

Instead of voicing her thoughts, she hugs the little girl. “Do you know who made you little?”

She texts her boss to let her know that she wouldn’t be coming in. Marinette pulls away.

“It was a wrinkly old man who said that he needed to test on me,” she responds with a pout. She points in the direction from where she had come from.

Chloe carries her half-way, then drops Marinette.

“Why was I carrying you? You’re a big girl!” she chastises. Chloe had forgotten how much of a trickster Marinette had been when she was younger.

Chloe, however, had been turning into the spoiled brat she had been in her lycee years.

Marinette just looks back up at her with a perfectly innocent smile.

Chloe sighs and pinches the bridge of her nose. “Come on, lil Mari, take me where you ran from.”

After maneuvering through throngs of people, they stand in front of Master Fu’s house.

“Hello, Chloe and Marinette,” he welcomes them after opening the door. Marinette goes inside tentatively, holding Chloe’s hand all the while.

Marinette goes to the bathroom, so Chloe sits down to talk to Master Fu.

“Chloe, it is good to see you. I’m sure you must be wondering why Marinette has decreased in age… you see, we were experimenting to see if Tikki could take Marinette back a few minutes in time, similarly to Sass, but as you see, something went wrong.”

Chloe drinks her tea to calm herself. She doesn’t acknowledge the scalding temperature.

“So when will she be the correct age again?”

“Well, I would guess approximately a week…”

“Do you have apple juice?”

“No.”

“So… do you have orange juice?”

“No.”

“What about-”

“There is no juice in this house!” Chloe erupts at the little girl.

Marinette is unfazed.

“Well, technically, this is an apartment.”

“Ugh, ” Chloe mumbles before going back into her work. “Go find a pack of fruit gummies or something.”

Marinette as a seven-year-old was a little bastard.

“Chloe, Chlo-Chlo, can I show you how to do a roundhouse kick? My cousin taught me.”

Chloe remembers how this exchange had gone the first time. Spoiler Alert: not well.

“Sure, show me.”

Marinette comes too close and kicks her squarely in the nose.

At least she apologizes.

“Um, Miss Bourgeois? There’s a little girl outside, waiting for you.”

Chloe resists the urge to cuss the tiny demon child out, but just barely. Why did it have to be her, again?

(“... because you know of Marinette’s identity, and seeing as Alya and Nino have children of their own, and Adrien is in Italy, you are the only one who can be trusted with Marinette.”

Chloe had to leave to let out her childish frustrations.)

“Uh, Miss? Are you alright?” She hears the assistant ask again. She nods, her lips pressed thin, and leaves to go see what the child has come for.

“Yes, Marinette? What do you want?”

“Uh, well, you see,” she begins. Chloe checks her watch.

“I may or may not have accidentally lost your cat,” Marinette says in a rushed whisper.

Deep breath in. Deep breath out. In. Out. In. Ou-

“Chloe?”

“Okay. This is fine. Let me just finish my work for today, then we can go back home to see if we can find him.”

Marinette’s shoulders relax, and a slow grin spreads upon her face.

“You can wait in the main lobby,” Chloe informs her before walking away. Nine-year-olds were so much work.

“I hate you,” Marinette tells her the next day as they eat breakfast.

Chloe sighs. “Let me guess, we’ve just started to do that thing, right?”

Master Fu had told her that Marinette would get her memories based on her age. For example, right now she was getting her memories from the first year of lycee.

That was when Chloe had decided that Marinette would be her victim in a game of cat and mouse.

“Why should I tell you? What’ve you ever done for me?”

Chloe bites down a retort. It hurts her pride, but she can’t say something that would make Marinette trust her even less.

“I’m sorry, Marinette. I’ve apologized before for what I’ve done, but I’ll apologize a hundred times if it means you forgiving me.”

Marinette pushes her food away and stalks off to her place in the guest bedroom. Chloe sighs again and takes the bowls to the sink. Hopefully, Marinette wouldn’t react too severely tomorrow.

“Honestly, fuck you! Why were you so mean to me? What did you gain from that?”

“I’m sorry, Mari, I’m so sorry,” Chloe tries, but Marinette grabs her hand and looks at her like she murdered her cat.

“You don’t get to call me that,” Marinette hisses at her.

“Fine. I’m heading to a dinner party with my coworkers, feel free to sulk here for the rest of the night,” Chloe says with a carefully clear voice.

“Fine. Then go, and don’t bother coming back.”

The door shuts, and the neighbors can hear the torn sobs of a thirteen-year-old.

Chloe comes into Marinette’s room. She’s still asleep, and she aged through the night. The bags under her eyes are more prominent than ever.

“Marinette?” Chloe asks hesitantly, making her way across the room. She taps the sleeping teenager, and she startles awake.

“I swear- I swear I finished it, Mr. Agreste! I finished it in time,” she rushes to say, and upon realizing it’s just Chloe, she relaxes.

“You can still sleep, I’m just going out to grab us some groceries, alright?” Chloe responds slowly.

“No! I can’t sleep, Mr. Agreste needs me to finish the designs for fashion week.”

“Marinette, you can sleep. Gabriel doesn’t need you to finish anything, he’s-” Chloe stops herself before she can mess with Marinette’s mind more. “Never mind. Just try to get some sleep, alright?”

“Okay,” Marinette responds after a minute. Chloe leaves, although uncertainly.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to- oh,” she says upon seeing her already asleep again.

A slow smile stretches across her face.

“Damn, how did I think that I was straight for seventeen years of my life?” Marinette mutters as she flips through a magazine.

Chloe laughs suddenly as she minces the onions. Marinette looks up and colors abruptly. She coughs into her fist and looks away.

“No, no, I’m not judging you but damn, that was funnier than it should be. I can relate- I mean, I didn’t realize I was gay until I turned like, 20.”

“Oh, really? Cool,” she says, still red.

Chloe snickers to herself. She couldn’t wait until Marinette was back to her normal age.

“Chloe, please don’t go. I can’t lose you again. Don’t go! You can’t go!” Marinette sobs into Chloe’s back.

Chloe turns around. “I’m not going to leave. Just let me call into work and tell them that I can’t make it today.”

“O- okay. But you can’t leave!”

If Chloe was correct in her assumptions, then Marinette and the rest of the Miraculous Team had just defeated Hawkmoth. That means that Chloe had gone into a coma, Adrien had gone to court, and Gabriel had gone to jail.

“I’m not leaving you. I’m right here.”

After making the call, Chloe leads both of them to the couch. “You’ll be alright, Mari, I swear. Things do get better.”

“You promise?” Marinette asks after she’s cried herself out.

“I promise.”

“Thank god. Reliving my life was a living nightmare.”

Chloe sits up from her place on the couch. They had fallen asleep after crying.

“Mari?” she asks blearily. Marinette hugs her then goes back to her phone.

“Good morning to you too, babe.”

“Mari! You’re back to normal!” Chloe grins wide.

“Yeah. I’m back.”

“Can I kiss you, then?” Marinette glances back at her.

“Nah.”

Chloe pouts and Marinette takes pity on her. “Aw, love, don’t make that face.”

“Kiss it better?”

“Yeah, okay.”

#de-aging #fluff #angst #chloenette #chloe bourgeois #marinette dupain cheng

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bittybattybunny · 4 years ago

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Me writing an Au of my original character’s story cuz I had a “what if” moment

This drawing is also a partial ‘redraw’ of an old Kaya picture

I used one of her older outfit designs for this cuz I wanted to. it’s simple but yeah I hope ya like.

Um but here’s the ficlet (this is a short oneshot AU based on my original story “Nightmare’s Dream” this is an Alternate Universe where her human dad isn’t dead and it’s modern age not ancient like her actual storyline):

“Sir, Miss, this way.”

She turned confused as she heard her father being called. She trailed after, doing her best to keep hunched over as they stepped over the barricade into the crime scene. Her nose burned and she reached to cover it disgusted.

The area was a disaster. Rust colored splothces covered the concrete and pavement. She frowned as she narrowed her eyes as she looked around. Something was bothering her but her dad kept chatting with the police officer.

Gabriel laughed as he tapped his cigarette package and put one in his mouth, lighting the end with magic. His silver hair was slicked back in a thick braid with many smaller braids interwoven. His brown eyes moved to look at the young woman as she was busy looking around. He chuckled.

She kept her hand over her nose as she wrinkled her nose. It was astringent smelling. She could smell blood, urine, feces, metal, rust. It was giving her a headache. There was also now her father’s smoke. She hated the cigarettes he smoked. It made her head fuzzy. She knew he did ti for his safety but it made her eyes spin. She grabbed the man’s sleeve as she frowned.

“Dad… it smells bad… really bad… it’s sharp and stingy,” she stated quietly as she tugged on his sleeve. She chewed her lip with pointed fangs as her gold eyes darted about the rubble. She gripped his sleeve tighter, “There’s a lot of iron and… dad it smells---” she whined as he didn’t respond. He was busy taking notes down. She made a whine in her throat as she put her chin on his shoulder, “Dad--”

“Kaya dear, just put your mask on if it bothers you that much,” Gabriel stated finally. Reaching into the pocket on his long grey coat, he pulled out a black fabric mask. He held the black fabric up to her and she sighed as she hooked it behind her ears, the smell of lavender overpowering her nose. It made her head dizzy but it was better than the bodily fluids and sharp smoke she was smelling. She looked around, her golden eyes wide open as she surveyed the scene. Her eyes flickered to slits momentarily.

The building had exploded from the left side. The sidewalk was littered in broken bodies broken stonework. Even though it was nighttime there weren’t even gawkers or passerbys. She listened and heard no cars and she frowned as she looked at the sky and narrowed her eyes. As she continued to look around something was annoying her and she couldn’t figure it out at first. Something wasn’t sitting right. This whole scene seemed off to her and she was having issues figuring exactly what it was. Was it the smells, was it the lack of noise, was it her father trying to make small talk with the officer? No. Something felt like eyes. Watching. She knew it wasn’t the normal paranoia she dealt with. This was something else. But where? Where was it coming from? She chewed her lip beneath the mask.

Her eyes paused near one piece of carnage. A large block that’d fallen when the building erupted. That was it! She felt a smile on her lips as she jumped past her father to the shock of the police officer who’d been leading them and made use of her large stature to get over the rocks and cement. The belts and buckles on her outfit created a clink and a clank as she moved. Slowling to a stop before the stone she shook her head to center herself. She put her hand to the stone and scowled, furrowing her brow as she growled. This was what was making her annoyed. She knew it. She looked around at the rubble trying to figure what was different. She pulled her mask down and sniffed at it. She retched slightly.

“Dad.” she stood back up looking over at the older gentleman and pointed. She looked back at the stone as her eyes glinted.

“What did you find? Is it something nice?” Gabriel asked as he took the cigarette from his mouth. He tapped the ash from the end with a small smirk on his face. He watched as she raised a gloved hand and large circles lit up, creating a gust of wind, sending her black hair fluttering. The officer gasped at the sight of the young woman using magic.

“I open at the close, the one who seeks my name shall perish in the blinding lights of my unjust rage. That which began will cease and begin once the time clicks forward.” she recited as the wind and circles faded. She frowned under her mask and pulled it down under her chin. She stuck her tongue out while she started to cough. She turned back towards her father and the shocked officer. Bright red markings dripped on her cheeks like jagged slices. The whites of her eyes appeared a greyer color, darkening as she stood there.

“Was it creature, beast, caster, or spoiled?” her father asked as she frowned. He looked at his notes as she stared at him. The officer looked confused as the others surveying the scene turned towards the commotion she was causing.

“Yes.” was her only response before she looked back at it confused. She raised her hand once more and pulled the glove off. Dark claws and darkened skin blurred together as she placed it on the large block. She began to scrawl on it. Symbols. She worked quickly as she carved line after line into the stone. It started to erode. She sided stepped as a skeleton fell out onto the street. When it clattered to the ground, coins fell out with it as well as a book and some pages. She picked the book up and tucked the loose pages inside. She flipped through it before she tucked it away into her coat with a huff. She would deal with THAT back at the office.

“Oh. a vessel.” Gabriel watched the officer vomit and sighed before laughing at the other man, “Good work sweetie. Is that why it smelt stingy?” he asked as he scribbled in his book.

“Mmhm. Kinda. Partially. Not really. This is more…. It was making me really uneasy? Like how people describe being around me. How I always feel the eyes of the moon staring.” she pulled her mask back up over her nose and knelt down poking the skull with her claws. She sighed heavily before she stood up, the various chains on her outfit ringing. She stretched as the slits in the back of her shirt showed her pale flesh and the dark markings on it and she took a deep breath.

“R I S E.”

Her voice was strong and had an echo that caused a shudder to run through the air as the bones began to shift. Shimmering black threads wrapped the brittle yellowed remains together as it slowly stood up. Its skull clacked and teeth dropped. It clicked and chittered as it shifted with the threads holding it together. A light behind the eye sockets glimmering.

“That’s new.” Gabriel whistled, “who taught you that?” he raised a brow as he watched, “that wasn’t your normal work.”

“Miss Holmes in the necromancy department.” she stated as her father walked over, “she said voice of authority should work for a limited time if the corpse was magic respondent.” she explained as she looked at him. Turning back towards the skeleton, she narrowed her eyes, “Who buried you in the block?” she asked it with a stern tone. It had a similar echo to when she rose it from the ground.

It stared at her. It clattered. It tried to point but it’s arm was limp and it couldn’t fully raise it.

“Hrm. I don’t think this will work sweetheart.” her father patted her back but her eyes were staring firmly at the skeleton. “Sweetheart?” he chewed his cigarette.

“The one who buried me sleeps in the earth but the descendants crave destruction of the barriers,” she stated in a hollow tone. “They knew not that I would rise and that I rested here. The child brings sanctuary.” Her gold eyes were blank as she spoke. Her pupils returned as cat like slits as she snarled some.

“That’s no good.” Gabriel sighed, rubbing his neck tiredly. “I’ve worked hard on barriers after all.” he chuckled lowly, “I would prefer them to not be destoryed.”

The man turned to the officers, “it seems this is very much a case for our office. I’m going to let my daughter loose to have a little look. It’ll cut on cleanup and casualties.” he laughed as he stomped on his cigarette and looked at Kaya once more, “Ready, sweetheart?”

She whined some as she bent down. He reached to undo the leather choker she wore. He gently unclipped the belts from her arms and legs. There was a sickening feeling in the air. It became heavy. The sensation of being watched. The air was thick and oppressive as he continued to remove the belts.

She stood up straight for the first time that night. Her stature towering over those deployed. Despite her height she was thin and wispy. Her face was hardened into a steely glare as the man held a black mask up. It had two small horns. 4 white slits decorated the dark surface.

“Here you are.” Gabriel chuckled as he handed it to her.

“Thanks…” she lifted it to her face and set it on. At once four eyes opened on the inky surface before a jagged grin spread. She yawned and the mask moved with her motions.

“Find the one causing this mess and bring them back. If they prove difficult. Eat them.” he ordered her. She gave a nod and in a flash was gone leaving a crater in the pavement. The skeleton wobbled and collapsed into dust on the ground. Gabriel sighed.

“Well that’s not helpful.” he scribbled a note as he looked at the remains. He took his cigarette packet out.

“S-sir… what exactly….” the officer whipped his mouth in shock.

Gabriel smirked as he lit another cigarette, “that’s my wonderful baby girl! She’s a special one for sure!” he chuckled as he blew the smoke through his teeth, “a wonderful girl ever since I found her asleep in the lost woods. My sweet little Kaya.” he chuckled, “she’s our best agent you know.”

She jumped from building to building. Her head was throbbing from the release of her seals. She stood on the church steeple and looked around. She raised an arm as the shadows squirmed and formed crows and bats and tore off into the sky. The moon shifted as eyes opened and the night seemed darker. She looked around as she closed her eyes and focused on the shadows that flew around searching for magic traces. For the one who exploded the grim’s holding.

They ran through alleys. They spied in windows. They flew through buildings that whistled with openings. Her eyes snapped open.

“Found you.” she jumped from the building and vanished into the shadows.

“Should we help her?” the officer asked as Gabriel sat down to pull a not book out. He rolled the belts up as he looked up.

“No, we’ll only get in her way. This is training for her you see.” he chuckled, “do you know who we are?”

“I know you work for Prometheus…” he frowned.

“Correction, I own Prometheus.” Gabriel chuckled as he took a pen to write. He scrawled the message his daughter had recited and frowned, “Someone is messing with the barriers my ancestors laid down to keep the other side from interacting with humans. Kaya is a key to maintaining those barriers.”

She jumped from shadow to shadow, the tendrils clinging as she ran through the city. She stopped as she arrived back on the scene and the officer jumped.

“Welcome back sweetheart.” he hummed, “did you find it?”

“Mmhm.” she pulled her mask off revealing she had four eyes below it. All four trained on the officer. The whites of her eyes were the same inky tone of her hair and claws. Her gold eyes glowed in the night air. The officer backed up. He shook as she kept her stare on him. Like a mouse cornered by a cat he was starting to have issues with his heart. Something wasn’t right.

“Isn’t it fascinating?” Gabriel continued, “how the very people who protect the common folk happen to keep others on their side?” he kept scrawling without looking up. The officer swallowed their spit as the young woman kept her multi-eyed gaze on him. Gabriel chuckled some. “The real way to keep the peace is to play togehter sometimes.”

She moved to open her mouth revealing larger fangs. A dark mist left mouth as she gave a low growl deep in her throat. A second mouth opened along her jawline creating the illusion of her face being a mask. It clicked aggressively as she open and closed it.

“I said it smelt bad,” she spoke in a grumbly tone from both mouths. An echo of her own words. “So bad. The moment I got here. Bad magic. ROTTEN magic. Festered, old, wrong.” she hissed word by word.

“I open at the close.” Gabriel recited from his notes. He snapped his book shut and tucked it away into the inner pocket of his coat, “Sweetheart what does that mean typically?”

“It’s where it started,” Kaya answered him as she dropped her shoulders, her claws seemed larger and her limbs longer. She moved closer to the trembling officer. Four large black wings spread from her back as an unease filled the air. She stepped closer as Horns lifted her hair like inky tendrils and she hissed another cloud of smoke. The air grew heavier.

“Do you know what it means to make thine enemy your friend?” Gabriel asked as he stood up. He dusted his coat off with a chuckle as he looked at his daughter. “It helps you immensely in the long run to not make enemies of those who dwell in magic. Officer.”

Kaya cackled as eyes opened on the wings and the officer fell over foaming at the mouth. She straightened up and sighed as she relaxed now. Her horns vanished like mist as she seemed to return to how she had appeared earlier in the evening.

Gabriel clicked her belts back on and the air returned to the normal calm evening chill. She stood up and shook her head as she shut her lower eyes and mouth. She let her father put the belts back on as the wings faded back to the shadows and she grimaced. She took her choker and strapped it on, the silver cross on it jingling as she did.

He pulled a bottle of cola from his jacket and gave it to her which she eagerly sipped on. She took a large gulp before she groaned and stuck her tongue out.

“What’s the point of making me run around if he was the one?” she frowned, “My mouth tastes so gross now.” she shuddered, “Dad. you said this was a simple thing. I ran all around the city.” she whined as she sipped the soda, “In the end it’s just bad smelling and now my head hurts because you removed so many seals at once!” she leaned on him tiredly as she complained about the evening. She gave a large yawn. Her forked tongue flicked as she shut her eyes tiredly. “It’s rotten and icky and bluh.”

“I had a suspicion. I mean this is nothing but a dummy scene.” Gabriel chuckled as he lifted the round stone from around his neck and peeked through the hole. “You noticed I’m sure. It’s far too quite for a thursday even if it is midnight. He would have done better to stage this during the day, but I feel he wanted to wait for less real victims.”

“Of course I did.” she pouted as she moved to grab the officer’s shirt. The shadows swirled and she threw him through it with a shudder. “I see everything.” she opened her lower eyes as the fog began to lift, “That’s why you bring me, isn’t it?”

“No, I bring you because you’re my daughter and you need to learn to manage this.” He looked at her with a small glare on his wrinkled face. “What will you do when I can’t be your handler?” he asked seriously, “I’m not going to be around forever young lady. You’re already 37. I’m hitting 80 next month. You may look like a teenager but you need to learn this faster.” he chided her.

She sighed and looked away from her father ashamed. She continued to grumble, “you don’t even know that. You found me as a toddler...ish.” she sipped her drink as she pulled her fabric mask back out to cover her face.

“Yes, but you’ve been in my care at least 36 years, and you’re still my baby girl. Now. clean the area up, eat the remains.” he instructed as he checked his notes, “that vessel is the only concerning thing.” he scowled as he looked at what he’d written, “the idiot mage I expected but not an actual vessel to be here.”

“It’s a grim. Not a vessel.” she corrected him as bright circles and symbols lit up. The rubble began to rise into the air. She waved her arms as black threads danced and tied the building back together and stitched them whole once more. She looked at the bodies and whined, “can we please call a clean up instead?”

“Kaya.” her father sighed with a firm tone. He stared at her with faded brown eyes.

“Ugh.” she frowned as shadows shifted and covered the bodies. She shuddered violently and started to retch and cough. She held back the urge to vomit as she continued to remove them and crumpled to her knees gripping her stomach. She wiped the black sludge tears from her eyes.

“The magic tastes so BAD it’s so out of order! Messy! Old! Miscasted! Yuck!” she whined as she bit back tears, “I hate it! Hate it!”

“I know sweetheart but you need to consume the fear they produce.” he rubbed her back as she hiccuped and groaned. “I’ll get you burgers on the way home okay? We can even get some sunflower seeds for your bird.”

“I just hate it!” she stood up and wiped her eyes, “this is the worst.” she looked at him as she sniffled.

“I know sweetheart.” he sighed as he looked at the street. He frowned as he raised a hand, “Oh powers which guide the night into the light I call upon your strength of fate. Return that which has wronged and repel that which is sight.”

There was a haze that quickly faded and the sound of cars was heard as people chattered.

Kaya looked at the city and leaned on her dad with a sigh.

“Let’s go home,” she stated as she stood back up and started to walk.

“We should get your mother a cake.” he laughed as they headed down the street into the crowd. A three-eyed crow taking flight.

#original #colors #kai #skull #digital #nightmare's dream #even tho this is AU it does give a bit of insight to how Kai's actual story is--- the only real difference is her father being there and she #lacks the experience she has in her actual plot but this is kinda what he actual job is when she's not a teenage disaster or an amnesiac #god I love Kai and I really want to get her stuff worked on more #drawing this art was a bit of a lovely nostalgia to work on drawing just kai being kai in her silly glory #i love my idiot demon king and i can't express that enough

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aj-the-cat · 4 years ago

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Lawless

~ Chapter 2 ~ Masterlist

Word Count: 1683

Scorpion's Roost

Solidarity, Texas

(Dedicated to all 100+ followers. Enjoy!)

Undertaker left the saloon that afternoon utterly confused. What whas that cowboy doing? He didn't understand humans, ever since he turned immortal he forgot all about being one. All memories left him except one particular one. Why it stayed, he had no idea. It tormented him.

Eventually his walking led to him being inside the comfort of his funeral parlor. His gathered up thoughts were pushed to the back of his mind as he took off his hat and overcoat. A large black cat met him at the door. It was pudgy, and the look on its face resembled one an irritated human could pull. Its face was also very pudgy, and a shrill meow left its mouth to gain the attention of the tall man.

"I just got home, Paul. Settle down please. It's been a long day." Another shrill meow. "Who cares if I've been drinking?! I'm immortal, it's not gonna hurt me. Now leave me be, I want to be alone." A scoff-like noise came from the cat, then he left, his pudgy paws padding on the floorboard. "Ever since he put himself in a cat, he's been more annoying than ever, I swear." Undertaker told himself.

Sighing, Undertaker pulled off his shoes and threw them somewhere. He'll find them in the morning. His socks, belt, vest and shirt flew off somewhere as well, leaving him in just his slacks. His pale skin glowed in the moonlight from a window, as well as the mysterious patterns on his arms. Intricate demonic designs littered his arms like sleeves, stopping at his shoulders. They appeared the night he turned immortal.

Undertaker staggered a little, the whiskey in his body finally taking effect. His head buzzed. He took slow and steady steps to his bedroom, careful not to bump into any precious coffins he made. Blueprints littered the countertops everywhere, with all sorts of designs for coffins.

His staggering journey took him to his wanted destination and he flopped facedown on his bed, inhaling the scent of his own cologne and a hint of cat. 'Paul must've slept here', He thought.

Deciding not to get up, his mind wandered back to the small cowboy at the bar. He didn't understand humans and their frivolous ways. Always rubbing themselves against each other for pleasure just to end up sad and lonely afterword. Letting out a yawn, he turned himself over to stare at the ceiling, eventually falling asleep from the large amount of whiskey in his body.

*~*

Light snores escaped Undertaker's body. He seemed peaceful, until his occasional twitches turned into thrashes. Fire was all he could see. Orange flames swallowing up a house. Screams. All he could do was watch in horror as the house he grew up in was swallowed by bright flames. "Mother! Father! Kane!" His mouth moved on its own. The screams died down, until all you could hear was the crackling of the fire. Undertaker fell to his knees, helpless. He just watched his parents and brother die in a fire caused by his foolish hand.

A scream left the lips on the undead man and he flew up from his bed. Sweat and tears dripped down his body and cheeks as his breathing staggered. Undertaker gripped his head in his hands and slowed his breathing to a normal rate. He hated falling asleep. This nightmare plagued him.

After calming himself for a few minutes, Undertaker slowly got out of his bed and found his scattered clothes one by one. He placed them in a basket and went back to his bedroom. Paul, the cat, sat on his bed. "I don't need to hear anything from you." Undertaker growled out. The cat just shook his head and jumped off the bed, heading to another part of the parlor. Sighing, Undertaker grabbed clothes from his dresser and a towel and headed to the pond behind the parlor.

He stripped his pants and undergarments and padded into the cool water. The cold temperature didn't bother him. There was a bucket with cleaning supplies at the other side of the pond, but Undertaker didn't bother to grab it for right now. He wanted to relax.

*~*

After sitting in the water for a while, Undertaker decided it was time to wash himself so he moved towards the bucket. He quickly dunked his head underwater to get it wet and grabbed the shampoo, but stopped when he heard voices. 'What the fuck? This is my private pond!', he thought.

The voices grew louder and Undertaker panicked and dipped his head underwater until only his eyes and top of his head could be seen. Who needs to breathe anyways?

The cowboy and his partner appeared from the bushes surrounding the pond, followed by two other guys. They were both big and burly, but the darker haired one was just a bit shoter than the bigger blonde.

"Voila. Found it a couple weeks ago while me n' Scott were running from a sheriff. Been our secret pond since." The bigger of the four said. 'Except this is my pond and I made it myself, dick head.', Undertaker narrowed his eyes. The small cowboy scanned the pond and smiled. "Last one in is a rattlesnakes lover!" He shouted and started stripping.

Undertakers eyed widened. 'No, no no no no!' He watched in horror as the four strangers stripped to their undergarments and jumped into his pond. 'And I thought I would have a good day...' He thought. The cowboy started splashing everybody, getting lots of water on the bank and dirtying up the clean water with dirt and debris.

'That fuckin does it.' Undertaker's eyes became black. The rest of his head emerged from the water, and he focused in on the cowboy from yesterday. 'Want to intrude on my life? Fine.' His horns started to sprout, but the cowboy noticed him.

"Hey! Its the man from the bar yesterday! What are you doing in this pond?" The three other men looked to where the cowboy had pointed out. Undertaker quickly averted his eyes back to green and the horn nubs desappeared. He said nothing.

"Shawn, who's that?" The cowboy's original companion asked. The two other men stayed silent. The cowboy- Shawn -chuckled. "Just some hot guy from the bar yesterday. Surprise seeing you here! How'd you find the pond?" Shawn asked. Undertaker narrowed his eyes. "I live in the building right in front of this pond. I own it." He spat.

Shawn's eyes widened, then narrowed in confusion. "But Kev-"

"GET OUT!" Undertaker yelled. His eyes turned back to black and he stood up fully, exposing his muscular torso and marked arms. Shawn blushed.

A growl started in the throat of Undertaker, and the four outlaws panicked and scrambled over one another to try to get out and away from the demonic man in the pond. They grabbed their stuff and jumped the fence, the taller of the four accidentally knocking over Shawn's original companion in the process.

Undertaker sighed in annoyance, and his eyes slowly turned back to normal. His bath was ruined, the pond probably contaminated, and he just exposed himself to the cowboy from the bar. He mentally slapped himself and finished his washing.

*~*

Grabbing his new clothes and towel, he quickly dried himself and put on black slacks, grey dress shirt and black dress vest. He would ditch the tie and overcoat today, he planned to spend the day inside his parlor working on coffins.

He walked up the path to his parlor, making sure Paul's food bowl was filled, as well as the flower garden not trampled or littered with bugs. The daisy's were nice and fragrent, the roses with beautiful colors, snapdragons at attention, and the peonies-

"What the hell happened to my peonies?!" Undertaker exclaimed. Dirt and flowers were scattered. Boot prints led a trail to the other side of the parlor. "Somebody dug up my peonies..."

Paul stalked up and sat his pudgy body beside Undertaker. His shrill meow didn't faze Undertaker, he was too busy mourning the loss of his flowers and plotting ways to kill the flower murderer.

Undertaker kneeled down and palmed at the dug up soil, finding tiny roots from flowers and scattered petals. "I'm gonna kill whoever did this." He growled. Paul meowed and licked one his paws. Undertaker still didn't bat an eye.

Sighing, he stood back up and walked through the back door of his parlor, Paul hot on his heels. Or however fast a fat cat can keep up with a 6'10 zombie.

Inside, Undertaker threw his dirty clothes and towel in a nearby room and walked to the front doors of his parlor. 'I really don't want to open today but I guess I have to.' He thought as he opened the doors, letting mid-morning light flood his front room.

He looked around, and noticed pink on the ground. He looked, and a bad bouqet of pink peonies messily thrown together sat on the ground. The roots were still intact. Grunting, Undertaker bent down and picked up the bouqet. A messy note was attached.

'Sorry for playing in your pond. I hope these make up a good apology. - Shawn'

"I'm gonna fucking kill him." Undertaker growled. He resisted the urge to hold the flowers close, as he was in broad daylight, but he did when he turned to go back in his parlor. "Of all people, why did HE get invloved in two days worth of my life?!" He thought aloud.

Paul padded up to Undertaker and gave another shrill meow. This time, Undertaker noticed him and rolled his eyes. "No, I don't even know him. He just came up to me in the bar yesterday and tried to fraternize with me." Undertaker replied. Paul meowed harshly. "Shut up! Not like you can do anything, you're just a cat." Paul huffed, and swiped at the mans ankles.

Undertaker pulled his leg up just in time and shooed off his pesky human-like cat. Paul ran off, leaving Undertaker with his peonies and murderous thoughts.

#lawless!au #fanfiction #wwe

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zekroudon · 5 years ago

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The Song of our Hearts (Lukadrien June 2020)

@lukadrien-june

Day 29 & 30: Hand-holding & I love you

After many trials, many bumps, and hiccups on his road, Luka has finally reached his big day; the wedding day where he gets to proclaim his love for the whole world to see. The day where he gets to say I do. You can read it on Ao3 as usual here.

To be honest, my original idea for the I love you prompt was to have Luka looking at Adrien and Marinette being a happy couple together while he wonders what could have been like if Adrien had chosen him. I felt horrible for ending with such angst, so I'm glad I had the idea of their wedding, even though it's more cliché and straight-forward.

It feels surreal to have finally reached the end, the last prompts. When I started writing this back in May, I had no clue how far it would go, since it is my first themed month prompt. I feel like it helped me grow as a writer. Thanks to the amazing people on APS who supported me along this journey. A big thank you for the people who organized this event, it was really awesome to be a part of it. A big thank you also to all of you who read along and left kudos/likes/reblogs and commented, it means a lot.

Life in Paris is slowly returning to what it used to be before the madman terrorized the city for years. People are now allowed to feel, to cry, to be hurt and angry, to be human without fear of purple butterflies or world-ending craziness happening every day. Deep down, Luka saw the wedding as proof that love always wins in the end. That love allowed them to defeat Hawkmoth and it would allow them to rebuild themselves. It is surely still not perfect, but in the end, nothing is really perfect.

Except for the wedding.

Everything had been overseen by their usual team, except with a change in leadership, but instead of fighting akumas, they had been planning a wedding. Luka couldn’t be prouder of what they had accomplished. Nino prepared multiple playlists and remixes based on the fiancés’ requests. Alya took charge of the news and media part, being the only journalist allowed, and the meal along with her mother. Chloe handled the reservations for the park and the different pieces of equipment needed, and though she didn’t admit it outright, Luka knew she had pulled a few strings to get what she believed was best. She may have changed for the better, but she was still her Chloe self. They had chosen a small park in the less crowded suburbs of Paris. They still had to hire some security guards for Adrien’s crazy fans as well as for the people who threatened him for his father’s actions. Adrien got to choose the pastries with the Dupain-Cheng, but he had been forbidden to see the cake. Tom and Sabine wanted it to be a surprise for their “adoptive son” and his fiancé. Kagami helped Marinette decorate and kept her on track, as the fashion designer also took care of the suits and dresses for the couple, best man and maid of honor. Luka chose the band, to no surprise, he chose his own group, Kitty Section. Adrien had rolled his eyes, but he put up no fight against Luka’s smile. He also took care of coordinating everyone and kept an eye on the budget.

As the sky slowly turns to dusk, the guests slowly arrive at the park, the rows of seats filling up rather quickly. Luka spots some of Adrien’s old classmates and fellow ex superheroes, as well as their families. Juleka walks in wearing a beautiful black and purple dress that reminds Luka of the night sky with galaxies. Rose is by her side, in her pink puffy summer dress. Juleka keeps tugging on their mother’s arm so she doesn't bother Nino for his lack of enthusiasm by putting the volume so low. Chloe enters in typical fashion, trying to catch everyone’s attention. She wears a yellow dress, one of Marinette’s newer designs. Alya kisses Nino’s cheek before he exits the park to go help Adrien prepare. The small crowd’s cheers and intermingling voices create some sort of unharmonized melody, though it makes its beauty in Luka’s opinion. So many people, all with different songs, different stories, though all their paths crossed to bring them all here to celebrate love.

Someone lays a hand on his forearm and tug on it lightly. Luka looks down and dives into the bright blue eyes of a little girl. “Just like her mother’s”, he thinks. She wears a beautiful light green dress that reminds him of Adrien's emerald eyes. He crouches so they’re at eye level.

‘’Is there a problem, Emma?’’ He asks. ‘’Mamma is waiting for you. She says that if you don’t hurry, she’ll marry uncle Adrien herself.’’ She replied looking worried. ‘’I’m sure Kagami wouldn’t be happy, but let’s go. Things tend to get ugly when your mothers are mad.’’ ‘’Also Mika and Mamma lost the rings but Tikki and Trixx found them. Uncle Adrien was so worried that he ate camembert. Mika did too and threw up.’’

Now definitely worried, Luka took the little flower girl in his arms and ran towards the tent where the maid of honor waited for him with the ring bearer.

‘’It’s so high up here, I hope I’ll be as tall as you when I grow up!’’ She tells him, looking at the sky.

Luka chuckles as he reaches the tent and sees Marinette with her wife, both small in stature, but incredibly strong, determined and fearsome. Flashbacks to the final battle against Hawkmoth and Mayura and how relentless they had been with Nino, they never stood a chance. They learned the hard way that you do not hurt Adrien.

‘’Even if you do not grow as tall as me, I know that you’ll be as strong as your mothers, my little harmony.’’

He gently lays her on the ground and she goes running to Mika trying to tackle him into a hug.

“EMMA! I’m cawwying the rings!” “Mika! I want a hug!”

Marinette stands between them to keep another catastrophe from happening again. She gives her daughter the flower petals basket.

“You’ll get plenty of hugs later, Emma. I’m sure everyone will want to hug you.” She tells her. “Not me! I do not want hugs, they are so bleurgh!” shouts Luka’s son.

Marinette looked into the man’s eyes, clearly showing that a certain kwami spent too much time with him. Luka shrugs as he knows full well that Mika and Plagg are nearly inseparable, his purrs lulling him to sleep every night. His jet black hair and sparkling green eyes made him look like Luka and Adrien’s son, but it also made him look like a human version of the cat kwami. Her eyes softened as she took his hand in hers.

“Are you ready for your big moment?” She asks. “I guess so, I’m just super nervous. What if he doesn’t like what I prepared for him?” “Luka, Adrien would love anything you did, even if it was just being there. Don’t worry.” “Don’t worry Daddy, Papa will love your song! If he do not, I will throw his ring in the hole thewe.” Mika says while pointing to a nearby manhole cover. “It’ll be okay, kitty, Papa will like it...” “I’m going to see Plagg!” he declares as he runs off, the rings still safely pinned to the cushion in his tiny hands.

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“Papa, you have to love what Daddy has pwepared for you! He thinks you won’t like it! Where is Plagg? I found a shiny stone for him.”

Adrien chuckles as his son enters the tent where he was preparing with Nino and the Gorilla. He’s glad that most people at the wedding knew about the kwamis or it would have been a nightmare to keep the secret when this little guy ran everywhere calling for his magical friends. He pockets the stone and takes Mika in his arms. He resists the urge to ruffle his hair or Juleka would have a word with him.

“Are you ready?” He asks him. “Yes, Papa!” “Alright, is everyone here?” “I think so? Alya just texted me that the last guests sat down at their spot.” Replied his best man.

Just as Nino finished speaking, the music started, indicating the start of his last few minutes as a fiancé.

“Okay, I can do this!” Mutters to himself Adrien.

Nino walks out with Mika to follow Marinette and Emma while Adrien waits for Luka to reach the stage at the front with his mother. He wipes his sweaty palms on his pants. What if Mika trips and they lose the rings again? What if an angry lawyer from Gabriel comes in to deny the wedding because of some stupid contract he would have signed when he was a child? What if Lila shows up and tries again to mess things between him and Luka? Maybe he would trip and tear his suit, ruining Marinette’s amazing design. A strong hand gently shakes his shoulder, bringing him back to Earth. He looks aside to see his bodyguard smiling at him reassuringly. He may not say a lot, but his presence has long been a reassuring one in Adrien’s life and the blond is happy to have him stand as his father at his wedding, he deserved it.

Plagg flies through the fabric of the tent. He is wearing his usual mask of indifference, but Adrien knows that he’s just as excited if not more than Tikki.

“You’re up, kid. Tikki wants me to tell you that she loves you and that she is happy for you. Also, do you have any camembert, I’m hungry and there is no cheese!" ”Here, I brought some for you. Mika gave me a rock to add to your collection…” “Ohh, it’s sparkly! I’ll add it to my box of precious things…” “Don’t you mean your pile of dirty socks and rotten cheese?”

The kwami glares at him before leaving with his piece of camembert to meet back with his friends.

Adrien closes his eyes and inhales deeply before stepping out of the tent. His ex-bodyguard walks next to him as the entrance to the small clearing where everyone sat grows nearer. The white decorated screens hide the crowd from him, but he hears their cheering and Nino’s music. A fond smile graces his lips as he realizes that it’s the song Luka wrote for them, the combination of both their heart songs. He would never stop to amaze him, whether it be by being such a good father to Mika, an amazing future husband, a great listener with good advice, and one of his best friends who kept by his side no matter what.

The blond steps forward to the entrance, the sight of everyone looking at him barely a small bass compared to when he catches sight of Luka. He nearly stops in his tracks, too amazed by the man he is going to marry. It is as if a full orchestra is playing in his body, entrancing him.

Luka’s aqua blue eyes are filled with fondness and love, enhanced by some eyeshadow and eyeliner that melts Adrien’s legs. His hair is placed in a man bun, though it is classier than his usual, a few strands of hair remain free, keeping the look he loves so much. He wore a black waistcoat with teal blue lines embroidered on the side, reminding Adrien of snakes with staffs and notes. His white shirt gradually turns to a teal-ish blue on his sleeves, which he rolled up to his elbows, exposing his toned forearms and his snake tattoo. There are a few bracelets on his wrists, including the one he and Mika made for when he leaves on tours so they can be with him anywhere. The fairy lights hung in the trees over him make his engagement ring shine and give the park a magical vibe. Marinette could not have made anything that would be more Luka for their wedding and Adrien was impressed by his friend and superhero partner once again.

Wiping the tears that started to gather in the corner of his eyes and trying not to ruin his makeup, Adrien starts to walk towards the man of his life once again.

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Luka's mouth forms a perfect “o” when Adrien steps in front of him. Even though he has seen so many of his old and more recent photoshoot pictures, he never looked as angelic, ravishing, and handsome as he does walking towards him between the rows of guests. Contrary to what that horrible man who was once his future husband’s father, Marinette had managed to design something for him that was simple, fancy and so Adrien at the same time. His fiancé wears something similar to him, a black waistcoat with a white shirt. The waistcoat has little cat paw prints embroidered on the sides in light green. He even spots a small cat among them on his back playing with little stars. His white shirt fades to green on his sleeves, making Adrien’s emerald eyes pop. Juleka also graced him with eyeliner and eyeshadow. His blond hair has been cut in an undercut and Lukas’s breath is taken away when his fiancé smirks, happy of the effect he has on him, though the dark-haired man sees the happy tears in his eyes.

Adrien reaches him on the stage and all the sounds and voices around them are deafened, only focussing on each other. The blonde takes his hand with the engagement ring in his hand and kisses his knuckles. Once they are done, the officiant starts her speech about weddings, hardships, and how love conquers all, but the two future husbands only have eyes for each other, smiling and communicating without a word. When the time comes for the vows, Adrien takes Luka’s other hand and bites his lip looking down nervously. The taller man caresses the other man’s hands with his thumbs, reassuring him. The blond looks up into his teal eyes before starting to speak.

“Luka. We met nearly ten years ago on the bridge of the boat you called home, the Liberty. I joined your band when you said that you needed a pianist. A few weeks later, we went on a double date with our friends Marinette and Kagami at the ice rink, though things were still complicated back then. During those many nights spent chatting away from the bars of my old bedroom, I slowly fell in love with you. You helped me when I was shattered because my life was thrown upside down by people I trusted. You helped me pick up the pieces and to be myself again. You have always been there for me in the good times as well as the lowest ones, whether it was as a friend or as a boyfriend, and I know I will always be able to count on you. Back then, I had no idea of how important you would be in my life, but here we are, proclaiming our love to the whole world. I love you so much Luka Couffaine, you have no idea. I might be the melody that plays in your head, but you and our son are my entire world.”

Luka smiles fondly at his fiancé, the temptation to kiss him senseless so strong, but now is not the time. They will get to kiss later, and more. He was thankful Nino and Alya agreed to babysit Mika for the next few days while they go on their honeymoon. Marinette walks behind them and hands him his guitar. He sees Chloe roll her eyes, but she is still smiling, happy for Adrien.

“Adrien, all those words you told me touch me deeply. If you don’t mind, I prepared a small melody to accompany my words…” The blond nods so he continues. “I once dropped my guitar in the Seine to catch you and I'd do it again in a heartbeat. When I met you, I didn’t notice your song right away, I was too blinded by someone else’s, just like you were. As we grew closer, I got to know Adrien with his complete melody. I got to help you when you doubted yourself, I got to be by your side when you shone your light on the people you cared about. You are so loyal and full of love, I am lucky to be on the receiving end of it. You keep saying how much of a great father I am, but you are the amazing one. You are always caring for Mika and helping him. I know that you were afraid to turn into your father, but I can assure you that it will not happen. Your melody completed mine and fills my heart with happiness. I’m not as good as you with words, but what I wanted to say is that I love you, Adrien, with my whole being.”

Adrien and a few people in the crowd wipe their tears as the celebrant continues for a few words before it’s time for their vows. She nods to Luka to start.

“I, Luka Couffaine, take you, Adrien Agreste, to be my husband, to love and cherish you under storms and sunlight, and to continue our melody for as long as my heart beats. You may have slithered your way into my heart, but I will make the perfect catch by sliding this ring on your finger if you’ll have me.” “Yes.” Answered the blond.

The celebrant gestures Adrien to continue.

“I, Adrien Agreste, take you, Luka Couffaine, to be my husband, to love and cherish you no matter the distance between us or the rocks thrown on our path, meow, and fur-ever. We were mint to be and my heart purrs knowing that I’m getting meow-ied to you. Will you take this ring, the sign of our love?” “Yes.”

He smirks when he sees Marinette facepalm at his puns, but his eyes quickly return to Luka’s. He knows that no matter how often he sees it, the sheer fondness and love in those seas of teal always overwhelms him. Mika steps forward, steadily holding the small cushion with both rings resting on it. He blushes under the attention of the crowd but continues his path to his fathers with determination. Once he reaches them, he smiles brightly and raises the rings to them.

Luka takes his fiancé’s right hand. His ring finger, no longer occupied by the black cat miraculous, now on his left hand, feels empty. Luka takes his ring, a light silver with a gold line in the middle. A blue topaz rests on top, a color that reminded Adrien of Luka’s eyes when they bought the rings. He slides the ring on the blond’s finger. Adrien repeats the same with the other ring, a darker silver with an emerald. When he’s done, he ruffles his son’s hair, no doubt earning daggers from Juleka.

“I now pronounce you husband and husband! You may kiss the groom.” Cheers the celebrant.

Luka closes his eyes, leans in and Adrien meets him halfway. The crowd explodes in cheers and happy tears. Luka’s hands caress the blond’s cheek and hold him close by his waist, while Adrien’s arms snake around his husband’s neck. Their slow tender kiss turns into a passionate one. His chest starts to vibrate, but the purrs are swallowed by Luka. The two husbands part their lips to catch their breaths, foreheads pressed together as they look into their loved one’s eyes.

“I love you…”They whispered in unison, only heard by the other, but that’s what really matters in the end, that they love each other.

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Day Six: Arc One World Critique

This will be a review/critique of each of the five worlds in the first arc--what I thought was effective and ineffective about each world’s plotline, setting/lore, and characters! Spoilers: there are a lot of Problems but I still love this horrible little game anyway.

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.·:·.✧ Wizard City ~ A- ✧.·:·.

✦ Plotline ✦

Wizard City functions well as an introduction to the game. We immediately get introduced to the main villain, but we don’t know what his plan is yet. The Wizard’s mission, at this point, is to stop Malistaire’s undead from overtaking the streets. After we defeat Lord Nightshade, we learn that this was all a distraction from Malistaire’s real plan--to get the Krokonomicon from Krokotopia. Even though this means that what the protagonist did in Wizard City doesn’t have a direct connection to the main plot, I still think that it works well as a low-level story.

I appreciated the originality of some of the subplots on each street; some standouts include stopping undead from siphoning powerful Storm magic from the Storm Mill on Triton Avenue, as well as defeating Cyclops Lane’s Cyclopes and Trolls, who were originally summoned to defend against the undead.

While some of the side quests were just your standard MMORPG delivery or defeat quests, some were also pretty interesting! For example, Gloria Krendell’s and Duncan Grimwater’s quests provide insight into Malistaire’s backstory. Even the more simple-seeming quests had flavor text that made it a bit more fun. Being sent to defeat a boss to get back the Sleeper’s Timepiece, a watch that can bring nightmares to life, is a lot more interesting than being sent to defeat a boss who’s just evil and attacking citizens.

✦ Setting and Lore ✦

Every game needs to start with a relatively basic area, and in this one, it’s Wizard City. Still, I love all of the little details that flesh out the world. The devs could have chosen to go with really basic fantasy areas and use just houses, castles, and libraries. Instead, we have places like the Storm Mill--“one of the main sources of magical energy for all of Wizard City,” the Hedge Maze that is watched over by an ancient seraph, and the Fireglobe Theatre in the center of a burning street. It’s also really cool how all of the different streets have a different “feel”--Triton Avenue seems very industrial, Colossus Boulevard seems very upper-class (despite the Gobblers), and Firecat Alley seems very artsy and creative. Having abandoned areas like the Haunted Cave and mysterious places like Sunken City imply a history to the world. Still, Wizard City doesn’t feel like it has much of a past.

Overall, Wizard City has a good amount of lore with the various magical creatures and villains, especially considering Bartleby, the creator of the Spiral, lives here. With the addition of the Catacombs quest, it seems like Wizard City has a lot going on behind the scenes.

✦ Characters ✦

Very few characters stand out at this point in the story. I liked Duncan Grimwater’s arc (although this doesn’t pay off until arc three), and I loved dealing with the shenanigans of both Nolan Stormgate and Cyrus Drake while questing in Cyclops Lane. Still, none of the characters have any major presence besides Ambrose, who is just there to be an Old, Wise Wizard. I would have liked there to be a maximum of six or seven major characters, possibly to represent each of the main schools. They wouldn’t all have to travel with us everywhere, but it would be cool to have more overlap instead of just meeting one or a few separately in each street. I also wish that some of the villains had a larger presence in the story. We don’t even hear about Lord Nightshade, the final boss, until we’re sent to fight him.

.·:·.✧ Krokotopia ~ B- ✧.·:·.

✦ Plotline ✦

In Krokotopia, the Wizard is chasing Malistaire to try and prevent him from getting the Krokonomicon, a book of powerful Life and Death magic. They are also stopping the awakened Kroks and some undead along the way. The plotline could have been more compelling if there was more of a focus beating Malistaire to the Krokonomicon, stopping Malistaire, or having Malistaire find different ways to stop the Wizard. Instead, Malistaire has very little presence, and we learn at the end that he beat us there--who knows how he got there or what he was even doing the whole time.

By itself, though, Krokotopia’s plot isn’t too bad. Freeing slaves and reassembling an ancient magical order of anti-authoritarian Kroks is a good premise.

✦ Setting and Lore ✦

Krokotopia’s setting is somewhat compelling in theory, but I do wish there was more variety--we’re pretty much inside hallways the whole time. I liked how each major area (the Pyramid of the Sun, the Krokosphinx, and the Tomb of Storms) has their own Krok leading family, such as the Nirinis and Sokkwis. I liked the family conflict between the Ahnics and Djeserits in the Tomb of Storms, as well. Krokotopia has a much more obvious history to it than Wizard City. I really liked the Marleybone presence, as well, which hinted at their dominance over many different worlds in the Spiral; it also showed that the various worlds are interconnected and not just levels in a game.

✦ Characters ✦

Yeah, no one in this world is particularly important. The major Marleybonean characters are pretty much just there to give quests, and the villains are just there to be something to fight, similar to Wizard City. Hetch al’Dim’s character trait was Anxiety, which I thought was pretty cute. Alhazred’s character trait was Old, so… alright. Once again, we get introduced to our final boss pretty much right as we have to fight her. Still, her design is pretty fabulous, so that’s cool.

.·:·.✧ Marleybone ~ D+ ✧.·:·.

✦ Plotline ✦

Marleybone’s importance to the overall plot of arc one is minimal:

1. Malistaire frees Meowiarty so he can steal the Krokonomicon.

2. Malistaire gets the Krokonomicon.

These last two events happen at the very end of the world, so everything else feels like a lot of filler. The Wizard has to put a stop to gang uprisings and attacks by automatons, only some of which Malistaire is connected to--and these were only started to interrupt the Wizard chasing him. It would have been great if the narrative as a whole was a mystery; despite having some elements of a mystery story, it wasn’t one. Also, it would have been interesting to have more of a focus on the obvious social issues occurring in the world. We see the dogs discriminating against the cats, rats, and frogs throughout the story--accusing them of crimes they didn’t commit and literally paying the Wizard to attack Street Sweepers out of a pavilion who were doing nothing but loitering, at worst, just because Abigail Doolittle wanted to have a party celebrating the police. Yikes!

Beyond that, a lot of the side quests were unquestionably bad. I always hate doing the quests for the ladies in Marleybone, because it’s all just bringing hats and scarves to different places. One quest like that would have been fine.

The moment when the Wizard had to chase Malistaire and Meowiarty during the prison break was pretty fun, although (as @calamity-callie pointed out) they immediately moved to an unrelated case in Knight’s Court instead of just continuing to ramp up for the Meowiarty fight. This makes the story seem kind of janky. Again, I would have preferred for both Malistaire and Meowiarty to have more of a presence in the story.

✦ Setting and Lore ✦

Marleybone’s setting is a lot of fun, and I love how much it contrasts Krokotopia. While magic is deeply ingrained in Krokotopia (from the presence of the Balance school down to the colors of the Manders’ scales), Marleybone doesn’t practice magic at all. I like how dark the world is--it’s very fitting for a place that has so much turmoil. I definitely would have liked to see more of a variety in the specific locations though--Hyde Park, Chelsea Court, and Knight’s Court are pretty much the same, not to mention that 99% of the story takes place on rooftops. The lore is alright, but there’s not too much that I find to be super compelling--most of it is just Victorian English stuff + steampunk.

✦ Characters ✦

Sherlock Bones is kind of there, although he doesn’t really solve any interesting mysteries. The concept of Baxter was good--having a “guy on the inside” who could guide the Wizard--but he was a flat character. Meowiarty was probably the most compelling, but he didn’t have much of a presence. I would have liked the world to have much more of a mystery-based plot (as in, actual mysteries) that was focused on working with Sherlock Bones, Watson, and Baxter to find/stop Meowiarty and Malistaire.

.·:·.✧ MooShu ~ F+ ✧.·:·.

✦ Plotline ✦

MooShu has always bothered me a lot, because it has little direct connection to the overarching story. Malistaire comes here, steals the Spiral Key from the Emperor, and then leaves before the Wizard even gets there. The Jade Champion was able to get the Spiral Key back right as Malistaire went through the door, but he did not give it to the Wizard because the Emperor must be the one to give it to us for some reason. Still, I really liked the concept of the different Onis affecting each area in different ways.

The side quests are… fine, I guess, although I did love the ones centered around the two lost lovers in the Ancient Burial Grounds.

✦ Setting and Lore ✦

This is the first W101 world that stands out as being, uhhhhh,,,, NOT super PC. The accents, stereotypes, and blending of different Asian cultures is not a great look. If we’re able to look past that (which we shouldn’t), I honestly don’t really like look or aesthetic. There’s just a whole lot of brown and a whole lot of bamboo. Pirate101 MooShu is leagues better visually (although it has the same problems with reeeeeally problematic language and characters). I do like a lot of the lore though, especially concerning demons, the Spirit World, and religion. But yeah, I do wish that the setting had more relevance to the story as well. Malistaire wants an ancient magical text from Krokotopia--Krokotopia as a setting makes sense. The ancient text gets stolen by an England analogue and put in a museum--Marleybone as a setting makes sense. The Dragonspyre Spiral Key is kept in MooShu just for fun, I guess. We learn later that the Emperor of MooShu is a member of the Council of Light, so I guess it would make sense for him to have it, but they literally could have made him the Emperor of a world based on anything else and it wouldn’t have changed anything in the main, overarching plot.

✦ Characters ✦

The characters sure do give you quests! They’re really good at telling you how to progress in the game. They absolutely tell you where to go to get XP.

.·:·.✧ Dragonspyre ~ B- ✧.·:·.

✦ Plotline ✦

Dragonspyre’s plot definitely needed some work, as well. When we get there, we learn that Malistaire is in the process of summoning the Dragon Titan in the Headmaster’s Office, but the Wizard can’t get there until they can become a student at Dragonspyre Academy. So we, again, aren’t actively working against Malistaire, because he’s literally static the whole time--the Spiral would be screwed if the ritual took like five minutes.

Despite that, some of the subplots in the different areas were pretty fun: going into the past to see the start of its end, learning lessons from its history in the Crucible, and hatching and raising a Drake (whom we never see again, which sucks).

Like with MooShu, it would have been a lot more impactful to be actively fighting against Malistaire the whole time. In the other worlds, part of the tension comes from Malistaire’s minions attacking innocents. In Dragonspyre, the tension isn’t there because they’re all already dead. Still, if they had focused on this aspect (i.e., the Wizard is the only living person in a world full of ghosts and Malistaire’s minions), it could have been really impactful.

✦ Setting and Lore ✦

I love the premise of this world: a ruined city that was destroyed by a horrible, ancient power due to the hubris of its elite. Dragonspyre has one of the most in-depth histories out of all the worlds of the Spiral, and I love the blending of the cultures of ancient Rome/Pompeii and Russia + dragons. Plus, Dragonspyre Academy darkly mirrors what Ravenwood could become if Malistaire successfully summoned the Dragon Titan.

However, similar to Marleybone, all of the different areas have the same buildings, color palette, and mood. I like the additions of areas that are based on ancient Roman structures (the Basilica, the Necropolis, the Forum, etc,), but it doesn’t really matter because they all look the same.

✦ Characters ✦

Cyrus Drake is one of my favorite W101 characters. His character arc is really good, especially if you play as a Myth wizard. He’s tough on the Wizard at first, but I honestly think it’s because he doesn’t think this Literal Child should be sent to defeat Malistaire.

Malistaire is alright as a villain, and I’m certainly glad he wasn’t a generic evil guy who wants to rule/destroy the world just cuz. I would have wanted him to have just a little something extra, though?? Morganthe is a necromancer who was once a student just like the Wizard, but her mind shattered after the Spider Magi showed her how to touch Shadows. Old Cobb is an elder god who wanted to end the Spiral and recreate it. Malistaire is… an old professor who wants to bring his wife back. I do like how it’s unique, but I would want there to be something more.

Besides them, the characters in Dragonspyre are once again very flat, although I am very gay for the Russian-accent soldier ladies.

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Before writing this, I probably would have said that arc one was my favorite. Looking back, it has soooo many problems--writing isn’t exactly one of KI’s strong points lmao. I think that Wiz has some very creative ideas and premises, but sometimes the execution just isn’t the best. I definitely think that a lot of these problems were a result of crunch time, though. If they were actually given time to flesh out their ideas, I think that the game would have turned out much better in terms of storytelling and design.

I’m thinking about making reviews for arc two and three, as I’d be really curious to see how they’d compare. They all have different strengths and different problems. Still, this game has been my favorite game since I was eleven, and it’s something that I will always come back to.

Image Sources

https://101universe.fandom.com/wiki/Wizard_City?file=Ravenwood.jpg

https://101universe.fandom.com/wiki/Krokotopia?file=Tumblr_n1e872SXlZ1tsc4dmo2_r1_540.jpg

https://www.swordroll.com/2013/05/Pirate101-Krokotopia.html

https://www.mmorpg.com/columns/wizard101-abigail-doolittle-is-the-true-villain-2000108162

http://www.edwardlifegem.com/2018/11/wizard101-questing-where-we-ended-up_14.html

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_hGd5cDTxd0

https://finalbastion.com/wizard101-guides/w101-pet-guides/pets-dropped-mooshu-wizard101/

https://101universe.fandom.com/wiki/Dragonspyre_Academy?file=Dragonspyre_Academy.jpg

http://www.wizard101central.com/wiki/File:(Location)_The_Crystal_Grove.png#axzz6a4BqFgfv

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