#there is some delicious magic bullshit (affectionate) going on

[bogkeep]

hands of the emperor is very good so far, i've been reading it on my train commute for several weeks and i'm an entire... 20% in. oh this is a SLOW slow burn huh

[seb-owns-these-tatas]

Witcher of the Night (Chapter 23.1)

I KNOW MY EDIT SUCKED. HEH. That’s my book cover in Wattpad. Couldn’t post CHAPTER 23.2 there because the application is glitching and I’m annoyed af. Anyway, enjoy this chapter for WOTN. 

CHAPTER 23

WOTN MASTERLIST

Characters: Geralt of Rivia x small!Naive!Reader

Summary: Maybe a witch isn't the key for your getaway because it could be deeper than that.

Warnings: The summary sucked. I couldn't write anything to avoid spoilers. LMAO. Curses. Tybalt and Geralt banter/hate for each other? 😂 Rohesia is my OC, not connected to any of the games or books. The witcher character named Gerd (AHA. I'VE INTENTIONALLY DID THIS. Surprised to see a stomach sickness used as a name lmao jk 😂) from the Bear school has been used. Bethleheigm is also a made up kingdom from moi. 😂 (Pronounced as Beth-le-haym)

Words: 4.3k

A/N: I know Kaer Morhen is located in Kaedwen. Damn it. I lately knew it when I was already half way through this fic and I can't change it anymore. Let's just say...oof. They'll eventually go there. Don't worry. Oop. Is it a spoiler? 😭

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DAY THREE CAME QUICKLY THAN WHAT WAS EXPECTED. Taking the shorter route to keep the proximity of hours easier for traveling back faster to Kaedwen. Geralt and Tybalt had an allayed journey towards the outskirts of Bethleheigm.

If a narrator was utterly dramatic, he or she could say that the witcher was beyond exhausted over being with the higher vampire because he only knew how to gall him over and over---a deathless cycle through out their travel, side by side with their own horses and vexation over each other. Yet, Geralt rarely has given him his energy for a battle that was pathetic as it ends.

They've both shared a night somehow. Their backs meters away from each other. With Geralt and his sarcasm never shutting one's eye until Tybalt was cursing him out under the moon light because the white wolf warned him not to think about hunting people to quench his thirst for blood. The higher vampire was left throwing him a pebble on his back and muttering how the full moon won't be until the day of the feast in the castle where he would technically celebrate over being a vampire but this choice could also be eradicated since blood was not in the highest scale in his pyramid law of needs.

Nights weren't the only thing shared between the two. Unbeknownst to them till Geralt was humming in displeasure, they've actually shared a drink of your home made ale. Tybalt commented how it was as good as Kaedwenian stout---perhaps, even better. Mentioning that the beer was probably made of your love for him which made the witcher scrunch his nose for how cheesy it sounded. Tybalt even declared numerical reasons as to why he kept you with him until today because you knew how to make his drunkard self swoon over your culinary skills.

Your cookery abilities were still different and utmost impressive than Geralt's regardless of how he has been used to embellishing his own food alone before. His midget's skills were technically amazing, add up the peculiar recipes that only you know---but, actually existed in earth---your earth. Those recipes that could get his family and him included, humming in deliciousness because it was new for their taste buds.

They were ought to arrive at the abandoned house today. Side by side, Tybalt and Geralt silently rode on their horses. Both of them fed up at the opposite of every presence that galled them to the brim. The witcher blurting out his opinions very frankly at the scowling vampire who was acting like he wasn't there along the hunt.

"You should've just stayed in the castle and played with your army stocks," Geralt grumbled as he held onto Roach's reigns. Tybalt's advancements for what he has done to you never leaving his memories when he clearly remembered the causes about why he was hating him more than to drown in a monster's stinking guts.

"I should've stabbed yer' horse while we were travelling---or feed off to er' horse blood," Tybalt clapped back, sending the remark in the nonchalant way as possible with a sarcastic raise of his brows.

"Leave Roach out of this,"

"Gods, yer' such a strange one, Witcha'!"

The witcher's scowl was as nasty as an Alghoul's bum. Tybalt seemed to be thoroughly embittered for even tagging along with a cold heart that was grudging to even join his hunt. If it weren't for the queen's request, he would never even be within Geralt's area of personal space. Howbeit, people have been trying to frustrate him even more with their sudden decisions erupting from either sides, like a dormant volcano that no one expects to explode.

Grey undertoned house. Ramshackled from the roof till the decaying roots of stones stuck in between their spaces. Close enough to be dilapidated if a wolf would've tried blowing the house down---though, the three little pigs weren't inside for it to hunt. They were closing in towards their destination, Geralt was anticipating this point of their journey; to immediately seek for the witch and to come back sooner than expected.

Yet, his anticipation burned in disappointment by the familiar look of the house rooted in front of them.

He'd heard stories about this abandoned home in Bethleheigm through drunk men in the Inns. They were having a tete-a-tete that it was a boobey trap made by homeless pirates who hadn't gotten back to shore, concealing the home as a place for them to steal one's belongings until they were ripped off their coins. Some tattled that the house was a dragon's nest where a woman lived in and disguised as one that Geralt knew entirely as a bullshit rumor because no dragons would dare pick to stay in the middle of a forest where the house was the only home built through out the map.

The witcher jumped off his horse, hushing Roach down with a soft caress to her mane because she'd begun to neigh.

Tybalt couldn't help but cackle from how he was affectionately eyeing the horse as if she was his other half, "---I wouldn't be surprised if ye' bring yer' horse with ye' while you bed yer' little woman!" he outlaughed and had a hand on his clothed stomach, shaking his head from the witcher's strange gestures with everything.

"Hmm."

Geralt gave him the side eye, endlessly shooting daggers since the moment they bonded together. His comment receiving a lour from the brooding white wolf because of the baldy judgement said.

"Yer' grumpier than usual---like ye' have been in a fight with yer' current flame---is it the tiny lass, anotha' one of your sorceresses or princess?" the Upir quipped with a smirk, hopping off his own horse before giving the house a look. He seemed to waver with a clear of his throat.

Geralt disregarded his ridicule and question with a blessed silence, his mood turning sour from even mentioning you. The weccan's golden eyes scanned all over the tumbledown house, his amber narrowing as he examined what was expected to be a necromage's hideout that he has heard from one of the drunk men's gossips in the inns.

"This abandoned house," he gruffly started beneath his baritone, harsh breathing as Geralt huffed for his disappointment over the founded location. The bind he had with you turning heavier as days go by like he knew you were turning into a melancholic person due to his faults. Hence, it was keeping him more insane than he can ever be because he always seem to offer only mistakes towards his people---where they end up getting hurt because of him.

Which wasn't new in his life.

"---There is no hag in here. Only a Necromage I presume."

Tybalt walked several steps to stop beside Geralt, shrugging his fur-coated shoulders with a curl of his upper lip, "I told ye' to take the longer route. Right path, Witcha'."

"And I told that you are bringing us both in an early demise because Golems and Downers are bound to get in our way,"

The higher vampire kept his mouth shut after that, his foot tapping on the ground before he received a subtle warning of Geralt's glare. The witcher was right about it. Basically, Tybalt was trying to stall over their journey because he knew what exactly was the stratagem kept for a clandestine truth bound never to be known.

Geralt pushed his peculiar fidgets away as it was still sounding so loud with his heightened hearing. He narrowed his eyes upon the engraved words carved inside the four corners of a mettalic flattened surface stuck on the grimy, stoned walls.

"Thou who shall take a step, requires a fee for entrance and something valuable to heart in order to talk with death,"

He silently read the words inside his head. Considering the requests before slightly pursing his lips, the ends looking like a frown but was actually just irrespective of what he was currently thinking. The ramshackle home being surrounded by an invisible strong force field shielded for not any normal man could trespass in without the rules asked. Another form of magic that he knew---though, this wasn't just any simple sign. It was created by sorceresses or wizards to safeguard the whole home for decades end, not risking anyone to touch whoever was inside, like it was keeping something from entering the place.

Geralt gave Tybalt a look while the vampire continued to whistle along the winds, his arms crossed in front of his chest whilst checking his awfully long nails, intentionally ignoring his companion until the witcher tried to grab onto a rock, strongly throwing the stone towards his head until Tybalt used his abnormal abilities, instantly dodging the stone coming forth and sprinting beside Geralt in just a second to see him nodding his head for his crackerjack skills that he seldomly uses.

"Coins." the white haired weccan roughly stated before he heard Tybalt huff and grumble from his demands, giving his palm to him and expecting for a bag of coins to be placed on his hands.

"You have your own, Witcher."

Geralt cocked his head to the side with a feigned smile, shaking his head, "My coins will remain untouched. I'm not risking mine for favors asked."

"Fuck you and yer' coins. I hope you feckin' go slow and die as soon as you're done with us,"

In the end, Tybalt eventually had to fish out a bag of crowns inside his coat, begrudgingly dropping them off on the witcher's awaiting palm who has shrugged his broad shoulders for his easy submission. The words to the engraved poster switching to dust, swirling through the air, changing into an arrow pointing at a brick where Geralt had to slightly touch for it to be pushed back.

Thorny, earthy tone colored vines snaked their way out of the hole. The brick of the old house never being seen as the roots formed a symbol of two palms sticking together like it was asking for alms. Geralt placed the coins on the makeshift hand, slowly slithering its way back to its home.

The house was alive. He was sure of that when he felt the aegis slowly fading away. Its stone doors cracking to slide open for them to enter.

Tybalt hasn't moved a step from his side. He returned to crossing his fairly muscled arms, hearing hasty pads of footsteps shuffling from behind as Geralt halfly turned to see a Hirrika panting on his side, yelping as a way of his bark towards the witcher who had his eyebrows furrowed in curiosity and stupefaction; stunned to see the familiar beast who has impressively found him despite of his long travel.

"Kolby."

"Your whore's feral pet," The Upir deadpanned, chuckling nasally like a sarcasm.

Tybalt heard a low growl coming the monster, his fangs shown to the vampire who he could sense and remember, his scent awfully making him remember how he'd hurt his master.

"Watch it." Geralt gruffly mumbled, giving Tybalt the side-eye as he tried monotonely hushing the rare beast like how he'd seen you soothe his annoyance or anger whenever Jaskier irritates Kolby.

"Down, Kolby. No teeth." he gruffly scolded with a raise of his palm.

The Hirikka chattered like a cat as he glared at Geralt's temporary companion, spinning on his own place before howling, his snout tilted at the sky as he yowled, the sound making him wince from how loud it was---too sensitive for his heightened hearing. Though, that didn't stop him from judging his gestures, noticing how he was jumping in his own spot whilst doe eyes stared back.

"He's saying something," the white wolf frankly stated, exhaling a languid breath through his nose because he couldn't understand what he wanted, "---Stay here and don't touch Roach or my Hirikka." he mentioned for Tybalt who appeared to be mentally finding their whole interaction as comedic. Geralt took a step forth, subtly leaving a pat on Kolby's head that eventually calmed him down, making him skip his paws to the side.

The Hirikka jumped to sit on his short tail, his knees bent and close to his chest as he silently watched Tybalt and Geralt conversing together with snarls and insensitive jests until the witcher finally moved away from him, bravefully entering the threshold.

"Where ye' going?" Tybalt called out and made him cease his steps, promptly giving the growling Hirikka his heed to see Geralt judging with his slightly entertained peepers, fighting off the curl of his lips because of how his Hirikka was making the higher vampire uneasy. He was agile but lacked knowledge over the beastiality of the continent. Probably, because of how he has been confined in the castle in an early age and known more politics and schemes more than the lore of monsters.

"To ask the Necromage about that witch,"

"Just like that?"

"She might know her whereabouts. Stay here if you don't want to get your vampire nails grimy,"

Tybalt cocked his head to the side, effusive of cursing out the witcher who had a smirk as he turned his back away from him, continuing his path around and ignoring his cavils.

"Why am I even following ye' around, Mutant?"

Geralt of Rivia entered the perimeters. His newly sharpened swords latched on his wide, broad back. Every step had his chest heavier than usual; bred-in-the-bone like he knew there was something happening to you back in the castle that he couldn't decipher and it made him scowl. The energy in the house even adding more of that deep-seated feeling---the home being cursed as well like some sort of magic was ceasing his advancements from talking to this person living inside.

The place wasn't ruined after all. It was all charmed and just a mere visionary trap or distraction that won't let people fall for even staying close to whoever was inside. Clean and utterly fixed, furnitures sat on their proper rooms which held up a second floor that Geralt didn't plan on exploring for as a presence could be felt while he stood in the middle of the kitchen.

"Hmm. Necromage,"

This person was a woman, Geralt silently stated the obvious inside his head. Her voice was tremulous and surprised to see a gigantuan man standing in the middle of her kitchen which she has never seen before in all her life.

"I am no Necromage," Rohesia calmly informed him, her heed turning distant from the mention, "She...has already died. Cristabell, My lady of the rarest in Bethleheigm---the only necromancer in this kingdom. May her soul rest in peace,"

"---You're the witcher." she paused, taking a gander and examining the white wolf before her. White hair falling on the tips of his shoulder blades. Gold eyes. A scowl prominent on his face. This was the witcher she has been warned about from both parties.

Geralt attempted a cynical smile, seeing that she held more lies and have been doing so for a lifetime, "There's no use of lying."

She was feeble. As old as Eanraig in terms of physical appearance but not his actual age since he was a scholar of the forest. The witcher held onto his medallion, seeming to feel no vibrations over his necklace that he strongly felt before the doors have been opened. His white and black spotted eyebrows furrowed for what singularity was happening.

This was supposed to be the Necromage. Yet, why does she felt human who had no magic to offer?

The hoary, old woman was not lying after all.

Rohesia forced to give him a small smile, walking past him to sit on one of the wooden, dining chairs. Gesturing her palm outwards for Geralt to take a seat that he simply answered with silence as he stood rooted on his spot, assessing what she truly was.

"I offer you no lies of secrecy. My mouth speaks nothing but the truth for I am just a mortal who thrives to live peacefully in the continent," she honestly answered his curiosity and judgements which made him nod at her uprightness---making his job easier for him.

The woman really was no necromage at all.

"A mortal who stands for her virtues. Hmm."

"Why are you here, Witcher?"

His glower was permanent even as he sauntered to where she was, standing upright and leaning a hand on the top portion of her dining chairs whilst he patiently explained.

"To find the hag who has cursed prince Althalos of Kaedwen."

Rohesia only offered a small, genuine smile. Her shaky laugh erupting through her chest because she knew this was the man who her former witcher and lover give fair warning to when the Kaedweni started their murdering plots upon fellow weccans who fall for their crimes. Vesemir never wanted to be involved with their delinquencies, explains his periodic leave in the kingdom---his constant visits for the woman seldomly occurring since Nilfgaard has attacked and conquered another domain after Cintra.

"Are you doing this because Vesemir has told you so?"

Geralt went on with his speechless talk, low humming followed suit for the flabbergast he felt over hearing his senior mentor in the art of their kind. The end of his lips subtly turning the opposite of a lour, relieved to suddenly hear his name through another person's mouth---a woman he probably had a relationship with; a former flame and mortal that Geralt least expect for Vesemir to entertain because of the conducts he had told him prior into becoming one skilled witcher.

It is that being involved with mortals and even having a soft spot in the job won't make them any better.

"Does he visit often?"

She ignored his question with a simple, wholehearted feeble laugh. Her circumvent obvious that Rohesia wanted not to talk about Vesemir after he has chosen to leave her for coins and another woman---another mortal years ago, thinking that because she aged badly was one of the reasons why he chose something better than to be with her. Hence, they were even known to be monsters of their own kind. Monsters who slay other beasts in exchange for coins. It was what she believed them to be---yet, she knew to herself that if Vesemir would come back to her, she would still accept him with all her mortal heart.

She dryly coughed, avoiding his eyes and covering her mouth with a tightened fist that Geralt quickly knew she was physically sick just by the looks of it.

"If you...still want to live and take your coin, turn back around and forget that you have stumbled upon this place forever."

The latter shook his head. Determined to find answers from this elderly human who knew his mentor and a fatherly figure he had been to his life. He believed Rohesia knew more than just Vesemir based on how she was trying to push him away.

"Where's the hag?"

"You cannot find the witch anywhere even out in Kaedwen, Geralt."

He was impressed. Geralt raised both of his eyebrows, pursing his lips with a tilt of his head that she knew his name regardless of not introducing himself yet.

"Vesemir has obviously told you more about me,"

She ignored his statement again, grabbing onto the ends of her dirty Tunic as she stood, saying her words firmly and with finality. Never knowing if her decision over dropping out hints would be good for her isolation from everyone---isolation and somehow imprisoned inside a house. The necromage being her sentinel, a guard given orders that she wouldn't escape and try to spill secrets that will ruin such plans. Howbeit, she still had high respects for Cristabell who had been too kind for her that she has brought Rohesia with her whenever she was out for some business.

"The witch you have been finding has been around the castle for decades."

Perhaps, it was time for the truth to set out free because Rohesia knew she had only weeks to live in the continent. Revenge pushing her through the decision she wanted for trying to keep her contained, watching her every move; ruining more of her wrecked life.

"I have been the queen's loyal servant. After she has given birth to Prince Althalos, he has already been cursed when he was a bairn." Pause. "---Sorceress Ingrith has managed to sneak into their quarters and cast the curse by whispering such spell and gaining a tiny drop of his blood. I've all seen her cantrips and heard them as I came back to guard the prince in his sleep. The wail of an offspring shall bring despair for the royal family,"

The sorceress' name felt like a crime to be told. Heaviness in her chest finally unleashing after decades of being caught up with the lies she was telling people who asked or went to gather information as to who has cursed the prince; finding the witch and ending up dying from the hands of her womanly guard. Cristabell recently died from the hands of the last witcher who she knew as Gerd, the necromage dying after their battle whilst she tried to fight for her cousin's trangression---continuing doing so for the sake of her selfish reasons.

"---She...she was also the king's mistress before the queen has given birth to Prince Althalos while she also gained her position. I may never know if it was made from jealousy over the queen's position. Though, it is their life that I promised to stay away from. Only sorceress Ingrith may reverse the curse or happen to know how,"

A beat of silence wrapped them both after Rohesia's candor. Geralt's mouth forming a deeper scowl than ever as he loudly sighed, languidly blinking in weary for being tricked by the sorceress and her right hand, Tybalt of Touissant. His jaw began to clench for who stood outside of the house, the higher vampire making him mad for leading him on circles---the cycle wouldn't have ended if he chose to go forth with his suggested path. It was why he was trying to lead him towards a swamp filled with monsters than the shorter route because the truth was with this rumored woman.

"Should've known."

He deeply grumbled begrudgingly, blaming himself for not thinking it through. His time wasted for you to be saved and taken out of the palace. If only he wasn't as pale as Ivory, his face would've been empurpled with fury for what they've made him appear to be---an idiot or for whatever bullshit they can call him.

"You're coming with me..." Geralt deeply said before he was cut off to her introduction of name.

"The name's Rohesia, Witcher."

He nodded back to the lady, going on with his ceased sentence with solicit, "---Back to the castle,"

Rohesia saw him walk closer to her, face to face with the infamous butcher she has heard tales about. The butcher of Blaviken who has managed to slaughter goons of Princess Renfri's hooligans and also earning another moniker of being a butcher of Ard Carraigh. Kaedwen's capital. The name would eventually spread throughout his kind because of how Kaer Morhen was close by. Her eyes catching onto the badge latched on the rain-guard of his sword.

"I have been told to never step foot again or I shall be put into death,"

"Do I need to beg for your compliance and offer protection?"

"What's in it for you and me?"

The witcher deeply sighed, shifting his amber away from her as Geralt looked withdrawn, his next words sounding like a mumble, dubious of his own bluntness. Disbelieving that he could hear his own voice say the words like an echo of his consciousness.

"You get to save the castle from anguish," pause. "---and you get to save the life of someone dear to me,"

"A woman I assume---your woman," Rohesia sounded so surprised, staring him down in incredulity, "---Is she royal? another sorceress too? a mutant?"

"A mere...mortal," he hesitated to honestly say, his eyes filled with a memory he truly can't forget. Your skeptical voice stuck inside his head when he remembered the first time he met you till the moment you told him how you suited to be a queen.

Geralt clearly remembered his reaction and teasing reply. Telling you how you suited more to be called a midget. His midget. Yet, now you were being treated like his queen where he would kiss the ground you walk on no matter how in denial he gets.

"---Perhaps...a queen to her kingdom in her rightful dimension," he was caught in his train of thoughts, never seeing the stupefaction in Rohesia's eyes over what dimension he meant---having no clue for his words. She could see what Vesemir once was like until life has ruined everything for her, including the sorceress corrupting and controlling the people and castle of Kaedwen.

"Learning to love doesn't suit your kind, Witcher."

"It's because it isn't what you think it is."

Rohesia shook her head for his lies, he was thoroughly unaware of the feelings sipping through his words once he mentioned you. This witcher believed that he wasn't capable to love nor emit feelings just like how her previous lover have been. A typical characteristic of his own kind. Denial and the feeling of being unworthy of recognizing such emotion was making him sound insensitive. But, people who could read others can see through him regardless of how he tries not to, "Deny it all you want. To us humans, it is. Love as many people assume."

"---you're still human after all. As far as I believe for your kind, Geralt of Rivia. Sorceress Ingrith might be glad to see me again soon---I hope."

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[darknessisafriend]

Emotional support clown

Pairing: Arthur/reader

Prompt: inspired by this news in NZ, I said I’d write it so here it is ! you are about to be fired, so you hire a clown as emotional support, Arthur

You sighed, touching your forehead, it was barely Monday morning, and shit was already starting to happen. You had just received an email from your boss telling you that he needs to talk to you about your future in the company on Friday. It was either a promotion or you were getting fired. And honestly, you were pretty sure it was the second option. You didn´t really like your job but you needed it  anyway  and it wasn´t easy to find another job in Gotham.  For the rest of the day, your mind was elsewhere, thinking of what to do, where to go if you can´t pay the rent anymore? Even when you got out of work and walked home your mind couldn´t stop ` Fuck I can´t do this ´ you think anxious , as you imagine sitting in front of him, announcing that you were fired for whatever reason, the shame of walking out and gathering your stuff in front of everyone.  

You continued to walk until music made you come out of your dark thoughts; as you found the source of this music, a man playing the piano in the streets, you noticed a clown, his green wig topped by a little hat, his big red nose and shoes. He was dancing on the music, spinning a sign about some shop going out of business. You were impressed at how dynamic he was, trying to make people smile and even laugh. You hadn´t realized you had stopped walking to watch him, until someone bumped your shoulder. Well, fuck it, you were going to be fired anyway, so you decided to stay longer and watch; he made you smile, you wished he´d be there on Friday, wait…maybe you could do it after all!  

You waited until he finished his gig. Arthur had seen you watching him, he wondered why you stayed so long, not that he complained, it was nice to see someone appreciating his work. Should he talk to you? Maybe he should thank you for staying. But before he can decide, you come to him, wearing a kind smile.  

“Hi! Sorry to bother you” you chuckle feeling a bit awkward “huh, I really liked your act, you´re pretty good…” the clown smiled shyly at you “oh thank you…that´s very nice of you!” he answered pleasantly surprised, he had a really soft voice; he looked like a nice guy.  

“Oh! I´m Y/N by the way!!” you say introducing yourself, extending your hand to him. He slowly takes it, lightly squeezing it.  

“Carnival, well my real name´s Arthur, nice to meet you Y/N!” he answers eagerly, your lips curved upward even more.  

“Nice to meet you Arthur! I was wondering if…ok it might sound a bit weird but I´d like to hire you for something, if it´s possible of course!” you stuttered, fearing to be ridiculous. There´s a small silence of a few seconds from him, you look at him expectantly.  

“Yeah sure!  But you have to ask Hoyt, my boss first, he´s… he´s taking care of the clients for us. If you  want ,  I can take you to him? Maybe he´s still at his office” he offers kindly, you vigorously nod.  

“That´d be great thanks!” The two of you walk side by side, in complete silence, it´s not that awkward, it´s just you don´t really know what to say and you don’t want to bother him more than you already do. You arrive at the agency; as you climb the stairs you can feel him behind  you; in  front of you there´s a locker room, there´s a couple of men, they all raise their head to look at you.  

“Wow look at that! Arthur´s bringing a girl!” One of the men says mockingly. You suddenly feel like wanting to become  invisible .  

“So… my boss office is in this corridor, last door on the right.” Indicates Arthur, giving you another smile. You nodded “Thanks Arthur”  

As you walk towards the office you hear him softly reprimanding the men “guys…it´s a client”, it actually relieves you to see that he wasn´t like them. You finally find the office and knock.  

“What?” answers a raucous, grumpy voice. The man was short, bold, wearing a silver necklace and smoking a cigarette and didn´t look nice at all.  

“Mr. Hoyt? I´ve been told to talk to you, to hire the services of a clown.” At this ,  he straightened his jacket, trying to appear more professional.  

“For what kind of event?” you looked at your feet, slightly rubbing your neck.  

“Huh…I´m getting fired, I´d like some emotional support…” to this he scoffed “emotional support…”, you were definitely blushing, you would have expected more sympathy coming from a clown agency. He went through his agenda “Ok…on Friday I have a couple of clowns available, Randall should fit…”    

“Oh I´m sorry, I actually had another one in mind? Arthur?” you proposed hopeful. Hoyt laughed, rude.  

“I don´t think this guy could help you, he´s weird, more of a freak than…”  

“I want him, I´m ready to pay double” you cut him, enough of this bullshit, since you entered the agency, Arthur was the only that seemed polite and friendly.  

“Ok ok, as you wish but don´t come complaining after then.” He answered grumpily. You exited the office in company of Hoyt.  

“Hey Arthur!” he called the clown, who wasn´t a clown anymore, he had changed and had taken off his makeup and wig. When he noticed  you ,  he smoothed his hair back, looking at the floor.  

“On Friday you´ll be working for this young lady, she´s  gonna  tell  you  all about it, you better behave or you´ll be dealing with me, got it?” you suppressed the need to roll your eyes at this and sighed instead; this man was humiliating his employee in front of everyone. Arthur frantically nodded “Yes, Hoyt…” he quickly looked at you, you gave him a nice smile “can we talk outside?” you asked him softly, he nods again following you.  

“So…what do you need me for?” he asked, looking slightly less comfortable that when he wore his makeup. This question made you remember the mocking of Hoyt. You turned your face in the opposite direction, looking away, chuckling sarcastically.  

“I´m getting fired…I just figured out I could use some cheering up, you know? Fuck…what am I  gonna  do ?”  you explain, clenching your jaw, passing a hand through your hair. You realize he´s looking at you now; he was probably expecting a birthday party or something like that.  

“Ok, I can do that.” He answers giving you a sympathetic smile, you sighed in relief.  

“Cool! Thanks” ,  you reply a bit too happy “so we can meet in front the building around 8am? here I wrote the address for you” you give him the piece of paper, he looks at it, then back  at  you with a small smile “Ok then, I´m not keeping you any longer, thanks again and see you Friday.” You add, putting a strand of hair behind your ear. He seemed to come out of his thoughts. “Alright.” He answers softly nodding at you one more time.  

The rest of the week went by quickly for you. Thursday night was pretty rough, you had barely slept, anxious. You prepared yourself, and went to your place of work. As you arrived, you saw that the clown was already there, ` Arthur ,  right?  ´  

His face lit up when he noticed you “Hi!”  He exclaimed in  a  joyful tone ,  waving at you, this already made you smile. “Morning Carnival” you answered, trying to match his mood.  

“It´s going to okay” he had gently told you as the both of you entered the building directly heading to your boss office.  When he saw Arthur, he looked back at you like he was hallucinating .  

“Oh yeah this is Carnival, my emotional support, I told you about it in my email?” you explained to him.  

“Yes…right… it´s just I wasn´t expecting a clown.” Arthur makes a big reverence to him, and spoke with a  high - pitched  ridiculous voice “It´s an honor paperwork king” you snorted at this nickname, putting a hand in front of your mouth. Your boss seemed dumbfounded “alright let´s go inside” he added absently, still looking at the clown.  Arthur sat next to you, you couldn´t help but bounce your leg.  

“Ok Y/N I wanted to thank you for all the work you had done since you started working here. Unfortunately, we have to let you go…” after hearing those words, you stopped listening to him, like your brain was switching off. Then, you heard crying, ugly crying, realizing it was Arthur, he was pretending to rub his eyes, he decided to had more drama, “WHY!?” he cried out loud, making you bite the inside of your cheek to avoid laughing. Your boss asked him to be quieter, so he crossed his legs and pretended to zip his mouth and throw the key away. You couldn´t help but grin, you were glad he was here with you.  

Your boss continued to speak, handing some papers  for you  to read and sign. You started to read them, well tried to, because your clown was distracting you by making a dog balloon, then he started making faces, pretending to be bored, loudly sighting, repeating the words of your boss with a tiny voice, you couldn´t help but chuckle from time to time, your face was red by force of containing your laugh.  

As it was finished, you exited the office feeling not as bad as you expected, thanks to Arthur. You shook  the hand of your former boss “aww don’t be sad paperwork king!” exclaimed the clown reaching for the man giving him a big noisy kiss on the cheek, running off the building, this time you let it out, bursting into laugher and tried to run after him , completely forgetting your office belongings .  

He was waiting for you outside, faking to be out of breath. You were still laughing; it felt good to let it go like that. Even if his work was supposed to be finished, Arthur didn´t care; he had a big smile, looking at you almost affectionately.  He made a little and t hen, he did a magic trick, ending it by making a bunch of plastic flowers appear, handing it to you, on arm behind his back like a gentleman. You accepted them, making a princess like reverence, pretending to smell their delicious perfume. Then, he offered his arm to you, you eagerly took it. You walked like that for a while, ignoring the look of people, you pressed yourself closer to him, you hadn´t been this happy in a while.  

“Do you like stand-up comedy? I´m giving a show at Pogo´s tonight, you can come if you want to?” he asked you, his eyes full of hope. You slightly bit your lower lip, a grin forming on your lips.  

“I´d like that very much Arthur” you accepted, then you lean and gave him a small peck on his cheek.  

This day wasn’t so bad after all.  

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[redrosessoulcabin]

I’m back on my bullshit again, answering questions for my new Oc’s Rei and Rila, the twin daughters of Hellboy (Guillermo del Toro version)

1. Rei: Grilled vegetables with lotsa melted cheese on top

Rila: The same actually. They both just love it, since their dad often had to cook, but since their mom always said he couldn’t just always make nachos or tacos, he diceded to combine grilled cheese with healthy veggies and look at that: A delicious dish was born

2. No not really. Since both can basically burn on command, they can just fry any insects that they don’t want near (like for example wasps who want to attack you and steal your food) (or that one really big, disgusting bug that nobody knows what exactly it is, that may find a place on the bed), and generally just have all the tools that you need to defend yourself from any normal animals...emphasis on NORMAL. They do fear supernatural animals, since they sometimes DO have the means to resist fire

3. Rei: She wars a baggy, loose shirt that sort of works like an unfitting, too big dress

Rila: Since she is all for fashion, she has silky pants and flannel in pleasant colors

4. Even though they sometimes don’t seem like it, they adore cuddling and closeness!

5. Rila doesn’t, but Rei invented one with her secret boyfriend at some point in this friendship (before they became a thing), just because both of them didn’t really get the chance to invent one, since Rei lived a pretty isolated life, whilst was constantly bullied by his peers in school, so they took it upon themselves to invent one to have the experience with each other, if not anyone else

6.

(They are both about 16/18 years old) + they got tails like Hellboy AND have inherited the swirly marks H.B has on his upper arms

7. Yup! (Mainly because I can’t make myself make up characters that don’t like chocolate ‘cause just...chocolate is everything)

8. Rei’s good qualities are that she is very headstrong, a bit of a rebel in the best of senses, she’s a great fighter, but also a very peaceful soul (she doesn’t really want to fight. Only when she has to!), she also loves to go on and about in nature and care for plants and animals, she also cares a lot about her family. Her bad traits would be, that she is extremely stubborn (which her sister is too, because their parents are and it just seems to be run in the family) and she can be deceiving and quite good at lying if she feels that she has to. She also likes to constantly go against her parents will if its a will she doesn’t a 100% agree with (a rebel being a rebel ya know?)

Rila’s good qualities is that she is very confident in herself and doesn’t care much about what she is, and find she looks good even with the body mods she was born with, all in all, she doesn’t care that she’s a quarter demon, quarter human and half pyrokinetic human beings he is unpolitically herself. She’s also a very skilled clothes designer and is good at sewing them. She is very caring and affectionate and all in all sweet... when she isn’t mad that is. And that’s where we shift to her worst trait: Her temper. She can get angry pretty easily and has a hard time controlling it. Because of that, it also took her longer to learn how to control her fire powers than Rei did. She is, like I mentioned before, also very stubborn and shares the trait of being a good deceiver with her sister

9. Rei doesn’t, but Rila designs clothes and makes them herself

10. They both like their room best

11. I believe so. Though that’s not something they have questioned much

12. Not magic, but supernatural. They both can conjure fire like their mother

13. Since they themselves exist, they believe pretty much anything exists

14. For Rei it’s when people are being inattentive and just don’t listen when somebody is talking to them, or when somebody try’s to tell her what to do

For Rila it can be various small things, since she can blow up pretty easily. Though I guess her worst pet peeve is when she sewed something wrong and has to repeat a long process from the beginning. She has burned one or the other fabric because of this

15. (I’m just gonna say they are both 16 in this ask and answer accordingly)

Rei cried over Oisin (her bf), having to skip one meeting of their because his class is doing a travel together and his gonna be gone for two weeks because of that

Rila cried because her mom scolded her really badly for burning some important documents by accident

16. Rei is straight (as far as she knows) and Rila is a lesbian (and she’s pretty damn sure about that. This girl loves women very much)

17. Rei’s best friend is also her boyfriend. They’ve been best friends since she was 10 years old and only got together less than a year ago. Rila’s best friend is an online friend she made two years ago (and to whom she has told and shown who she is and Rila hasn’t been betrayed, thank god!)

18. Rei is in her first one right now and Rila hasn’t

19. They are bth very close to their parents, though they have hidden their friendships/relationships from their parents in their teenage years, which made them distance themselves a little bit, but they are still close. Rei get’s along especially good with her dad as of right now though and Rila with her mother

20. A lot of cats... of course

21. No

22. A definite yes

23. (See the drawing in number 6)

24. Rila doesn’t, but Rei picked up the Violine at some point, and she’s doing pretty good actually!

25. They never went to high school or school at all: They were homeschooled

26. So far, only with each other, but I have plans for my Oc’s for their future and welllll...stuff will happen xD

27. Halloween, ‘cause then they get to go out together as a family and they will not look like freaks, but like humans with HELLA good costumes

28. To be able to go to the city and travel without it being complicated just because of who they are

29. As of right now, no

30. No

31. No

32. Rei doesn’t, Rila does

33. Rila didn’t, but Rei did, and she gave her raven black hair a tinge of violet

34. Not yet, but Rei will in the future

35. Rei owns a bunch of sweet pot plants. Rila doesn’t care much about having plants

36. Once Rei and Rila hijacked two horses they saw on a field with a bunch of horses who CLEARLY belonged to somebody, but they, for some reason and because they were young and stupid, saw the horses and though it’d be a great idea to just take’em and ride’em. So long story short: Yes they did, but not that racefully I assure you, and never again after that incident

37. Rila

Rei

38. They don’t really, since they aren’t able to socialize very much and haven’t heard too many good things about humanity as a whole

39. They don’t. The swirls on their upper arms are cool enough

40. That they have a tail and the distinct swirly marks on the upper arms like, pink-reddish, light brown horns and pitch black hair. I think those are the most important. Also, their body is otherwise human like

41. They are both very much cat people, because of the way they grew up and just because they are their fathers daughters in many aspects, but if they had to choose, Rei would say long haired Collie and Rila would say Pug

42. At the moment they still live with their parents Hellboy, also called Red or Big ape as we all now, and Elizabeth Sherman, also called Liz. Both are just “mom and dad” for both of them of course

43. Anywhere really, they just want to see the world!

44. They are home schooled by Abe, so they got to learn Latin, Ancient Greek and French. And of course English, which is already their mother tongue

45. Rei is a pretty quick learner and very interested in everything. Rila is also interested, but not as much and also doesn’t learn languages as quick as her sister. She is however not bad at math and also very skilled in physical work like cooking, sewing etc, which her sister is a disaster at.

46. No

47. They would be with their family, Rei and Rila would spill the truth about their secret friendship/relationship with their individual human. And then they’d enjoy the coast of Northern Ireland

48. There is one half with a big, black bed with a ton of plants surrounding it, that’s Rei’s half, Rila’s half is full of pink and violet hues and a lot of fabric spewed on the floor from her work. All in all: Their room is a strange mess

49. A dodo. Both of them agreed on that when they were little

50. Rei would try to settle it peacefully as first. Rila would definitely just blow off and scare them away

51. No. Even though Rila was curious about it every time she saw her fathers favorite gun big baby. Rei was not for that ish, she doesn’t condone violence very much

52. No.

53. Living a life amongst others without being judged for what they are

54. No

55. Going to the city with their mom

56. Yes. Their mom couldn’t stop taking pictures of them. They were just too cute!

57. I don’t think I have to point that out at this point in the ask xD

58. They both do...a lot. To each other only though, mostly when they have their little fights in the back yard and their want to see who can conjure the strongest fire to blast the other to the floor

59. They don’t have one. They listen to a lot of Rock songs though

60. -

61. Rila doesn’t read much, but Rei can be quite a bookworm. Her favorite book is a psychology book that discusses experiments by for example Salomon Ash or Milgram

62. Rila... 100% Rila. So to add to 61, she doesn’t read much, yeah, but she does indulge in cook books a lot! Rila is passionate about making things that you can use later on, or well...eat. Rei can’t cook to save her life. Everything she ever tried to cook burned

63. Technically, yes, but nobody does much

64. Rei experimented A LOt with hair and clothing styles when she was figuring herself out and Rila obliviously tried a lot of different clothing styles as well, but more for the sake of finding the best looking styles and getting better at Design

65. Persuing their hobbies and having a good time with family

To be continued

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[yumenosakiacademy]

Moos In Bloom

Fandom: Achievement Hunter (Sky Factory AU) Pairing: minor Freewood (but it’s mostly small implications like gav n ry raising smth together in the future n ryan blushing twice so is it REALLY?) Characters: Gavin Free, Ryan Haywood, Michael Jones, Geoff Ramsey Rating: G Words: 2170 Summary: In which Gavin magically creates a moobloom with the power of botany and a good ol' Golden Delicious. A/N: howdy this is not only my first AH fic ever but also the first fic i've managed to complete in deadass years! anyway.. i thought it'd b nice for ryan n gav to hav a moobloom bc ry is the cow guy n gav is associated w the sun/gold so like!! bro hav u seen a moobloom... look it up on google they're from Minecraft Earth they look like cheese cows with flowers. AO3 link

"Geoff has like, thousands of magical chickens he creates! Surely I can create some sort of magical creature too. Like... a cat! Made of pure radiant light! Or— or a super chicken that generates ‘n stores solar power on its own! Like a solar panel, but it's a chicken! That'd be mental. Geoff'd like that a lot, wouldn't he?" Gavin looked up from the magical glowing flowers at his feet and excitedly looked over at Ryan, who was feeding Edgar and a few of the other cows that were gathered around him at the promise of food.

"I'm sure he would, but aren't chickens kind of his thing? I'd leave the chickens to him; they're kind of what he does." Ryan chuckled as Edgar seemed to moo in agreement and Gavin huffed.

"Well I'm sure he wouldn't mind it if it was an advance in bloody power. Surely he wouldn't be jealous of one little new chicken breed that wasn't his own." Ryan shrugged in response to the half-question and Gavin walked to look at the cows that seemed to be the focus of Ryan's attention.

Beside him, there was Edgar, a cow from Geoff's farm that Ryan had picked out himself and who wore a crown upon his bovine head, and a few other cows. There was one that seemed a bit younger than Edgar, who was white as opposed to Edgar's brown, and a small, white calf that seemed to be the child of the aforementioned white cow.

"Aw, this one's a small one, innit?" He leaned down to pet the fuzzy hide of the small calf as it looked up at him. "Just a little, wittle young'en! This one's the kid o' the one next to Edgar, yeah? They Edgar's kid too?" He looked up at Ryan as he stood up straight again after petting the calf.

"Not sure, to be honest. That’s a possibility, for sure, though. Geoff told me the white one's the mom a while back before going back to his chickens, so at least that much is known. He doesn't really care much about these cows but they seem to have taken a liking toward me, somehow. Actually, I'm surprised the mom let you touch her kid, honestly." Ryan gave an affectionate pat to the white cow as she flicked her tail.

"Hey!" Gavin glared at Ryan and leaned over to also pet the white cow, smiling when she didn't react violently to his action. "Maybe they can tell how close we are, Ry! And that's why they like me too."

Ryan hummed as if in thought to distract from the slight blush he got and pet the cow's head absentmindedly. "Probably not. It's most likely just your solar warmth."

Gavin suddenly looked down at the white calf that seemed to be ever closer to his legs and made a slight noise of realization. "Oh! Probably, yeah. But it could still be the other thing, Ryan! But golly, this little one seems t' like me a lot, huh? You want a treat, little one? Oh I bet you do!" He cooed like an excited mom to her baby and took a golden apple out of his silken bag as the baby took to munching on one of the nearby glowing yellow botany flowers. "Oi, Ryan. I've been noticin', but is it alright for 'em to eat these?"

"The flowers? I don't see why not. They're just flowers, and cows have a tendency to munch on those all the time."

"Yeah, but they're magic flowers. For Michael's botany 'n stuff. But they seem to be fine, so it's probably whatevs, yeah? Are ya enjoyin' the yummy flowers? Betchu are!" Gavin switched from his mildly concerned and confused tone to the cooing again, and Ryan would have rolled his eyes had it not been pretty cute as the calf gave a small moo back in response. "You want some dessert? I've got a golden apple with your name on it, little calfie!" He set the apple on a nearby chicken coop and took out his dark purple-black obsidian all-in-one tool, morphing it into a sword.

"Cutting it with a sword? Really? Gavin, you're gonna get hurt; I probably have a spare dagger or knife or something, just gimme a sec—"

"No no, I got this! Where's the fun in a normal knife anyway, Ry?"

Ryan looked on in concern as the young god tried to slice the apple to the best of his ability, only to nick his finger a second later n wince at the golden blood that dripped a bit onto the apple. He licked the small drips of blood off of his finger and gave a thumbs up to Ryan as Ryan's eyebrows furrowed a bit more and he heard Ryan mutter something along the lines of "idiot".

After a few more minutes, the apple was cut, albeit a bit shabbily, and Gavin extended a hand to the calf to give it one of the smaller, more smushed slices. The calf happily took it from his hand, gleefully munching on the golden fruit and  enjoying the sweet taste of something other than the dull grass or the odd glowing flowers. It gave a small moo in thanks and Gavin gave a giddy clap as he offered it another slice. Again, the calf snatched the slice from his hand and munched it down, to Gavin's delight, but as it was chewing away and before it could finish its second apple slice fully, it began to emit a strange glow, similar to Gavin's solar radiance.

"Uh." Ryan and Gavin stared down at the calf, who didn't seemed fazed as it swallowed its slice and looked up expectantly at Gavin for another.

"Ryan, were you wrong about those flowers after all? I saw it munching away at some of those yellow flowers a sec ago. Is it okay?" He looked down at the calf with a mix of concern and awe as he watched the calf continue to glow.

"But this one's alright...?" He pointed to the white cow next to him in confusion. "And so is Edgar, and lemme tell you, I saw him eat quite a few of those red ones before you came over."

"Hmm...” Gavin’s eyes lit up after he hummed in thought for a second. “Oh! Look, look, hey, the calf ‘n I match, Ry! Look, we both glow!" As he reached his arms out to gesture to himself, he knocked another slice off of the top of the chicken coop and the calf swiftly moved to the right to lean its head down and have another treat. As it bit into the slice again, the glowing intensified as some sort of magical vines seemed to rise up from the calf.

Gavin squeaked and he and Ryan backed up as they watched the calf. "Gav, what'd you DO?" His eyes flickered over to the fearful yet awed god, his voice incredulous.

"You think I bloody know?! I was just givin' the thing a snack!" His voice cracked as he tried to reach out a hand to the bright light and Ryan smacked his hand away. Lord knows that Gavin could either hurt himself or the calf.

The bright light caught the attention of nearby Geoff, who glared at them from where he was standing at some chicken pens a little ways away. "Y'all best not be doing any of your fucking magic in my farm! I told you guys to keep shit AWAY from the chickens, damn it!" He didn't move much to stop them, though, considering the magic was closer to the gate to the botany area than his chickens, and it wasn’t on such a big scale that he feared they were fucking with him and his beloved chickens.

In a flash of light, the air around them settled with a floral scent, stronger than before, and the tendrils of light shrank back down. In front of the gods stood the baby calf from before, but its hide a golden orange-ish yellow with patches of its former white color and bright, young sunflowers on its back, seeming freshly bloomed. Ryan and Gavin stared at the calf in silence for a second as it sniffed at the ground where the apple slice was, but the silence soon broke as Gavin squealed and leaned down to pick up the calf in his arms.

"Ohhh~! Ry!" He made a few high pitched noises as he swayed with the calf in his arms, ignoring its small moo at his radiating warmth, and held it out to Ryan. "It's so cute, Ryan! Look, Ry!"

"What... happened to it?" Ryan cautiously pet the calf's head, eyeing the flowers on its back. "Was it really the flowers? Maybe the golden ones are special or something."

"What're you guys fawnin' over?' They looked over to see Michael closing the door to the botany area and walking toward them with a cocked brow. "The fuck is that?"

"I fed a little calf some of a golden apple 'n it transformed into this! We think it might have somethin' t' do with the golden flowers it ate before the apple but! Innit so cute, Micoo?" Gavin cooed at the calf again as he looked over at Michael.

"'Golden flowers'? Oh, you mean some of the botany plants? I mean, it's possible. Flowers are used in botanical spells so if you combined it with something special like a golden apple then yeah, I guess it might be possible. Wack." He gave the calf a pat as the urging of Gavin's ecstatic, expecting look and scoffed as Gavin made another small squeal-like noise. "Oi, Geoff!" Gavin and the calf started at the sudden loud shout. "Wanna come see somethin' cool that got made on your farm? It's cute as fuck."

Geoff slowly set down the hiss-clucking gunpowder chicken he was holding down onto a pen and reluctantly made his way toward the slowly growing group of people on his farm. "What is it? Is it the source of all that magic glowing bullshit a second ago?" He froze when he saw the yellow calf in Gavin's arms and gasped. "Is that a yellow goddamn cow? Those exist?"

"Gav accidentally pulled some botany shit and made it. Cute as fuck, right?" Michael smirked at Geoff's adoring expression.

"Yeah, it's cute as dicks!" He made little baby voice noises at the cow as he lovingly pet its head and looked at the flowers on its back. "Can these things be bred? We might be able to use the flowers on its back for dye or decoration or something."

"Don't cut its flowers! Geoff, those are part of its body! Don't hurt our kid!" Gavin squawked and started to hover in panic, ready to fly away, thus startling the calf and making it flail.

"'Our'?" Ryan and Michael echoed each other, looking at Gavin and raising in eyebrow in question as Gavin steadied the calf in his arms and press it against his radiating chest.

"Yeah! Ry's kinda the cows' leader or caretaker or dad or whatever, 'n I made this thing what it is, so it's ours! Look, it's even bright yellow, just like the gold on my outfit and the sun! It's like a combo of Ryan 'n I." They watched as he raised the cow up into the air as the sun shone behind it, illuminating the calf's yellow hide in a warm sunny glow and looking like it was straight out of that one Lion King scene. "I shall name her... Daisy!" He lowered his arms as the calf squirmed and mooed in protest at being in the air and clumsily yet cautiously handed the calf to Ryan, who wasn't exactly prepared and scrabbled to hold the calf, letting it nestle in safety into his big arms and broad chest.

"Whoa, whoa, hang on. 'Daisy'? And since when did I agree to be this thing's dad?" He adjusted his arms and pet the calf once before setting it down, where it shakily walked toward its actual bovine mother and laid down between her and Edgar.

"Ryan, you're the cow guy! You were like its dad even before I came along 'n did my little botany whatchamacallit. 'N it looked so relaxed in your arms a second ago! Quite odd, though, considering you're the Dark God 'n all, innit?"

"Trust me, it liked you much more; well, until the whole 'lifting it up in the air' thing. It just felt relieved to be somewhere more secure."

"Well the bottom line is it's ours now, 'n we have to take take o' it. Isn't that right, miss Daisy?" He leaned down and let her nibble on another slice of apple that had fallen to the floor. As it nuzzled at Gavin's leg and Gavin drew Ryan in for a hug, Ryan sighed and flushed a bit. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad.

"Soooo, can this thing's flowers be harvested, or not?"