#well they weren't SUPPOSED to be ingesting it...

[marzipanandminutiae]

"most alleged radium-laced products of the 1910s and 1920s actually contained no radium at all! they were medically harmless scams!"

"oh, okay! so wait- which ones actually did? surely nothing anybody like...regularly ingested by accident or anything, right?"

"..."

"...right?"

[lokisprettygirl]

Utopia (Modern! Daemon Targaryen x female reader) (Non Canon AU) (18+)

Read chapter 5 here // Series Masterlist

Chapter 6

Summary: Daemon doesn't show up for the date but he makes up for it.

Warning: 18+ sex ,period sex (if it bothers you skip the scene) death and destruction that comes from a ship wreckage, smut, sex, menstrual sex, unprotected sex. Some inconsistency with ship sinking, i researched as much as I could

You sat there on the couch for half an hour before you began fiddling, when the clock finally hit 8 you realized he wasn't going to come. He didn't even call or text to inform you that he won't be coming and that's what hurt you the most because you had hoped that he cared at least that much. You were expecting such courtesy after what you both have been through together.

Perhaps he changed his mind or perhaps he realized that he was still in love with Lily. Your eyes welled up as you thought about that possibility, you didn't want to be that person, you didn't want to be someone to come between two lovers but a part of you always knew that Lily didn't care about him as much as he cared about her. Wasn't it supposed to go both ways? Ships sink, planes crash and in those moments she'd always pick herself up first.

As the clock struck 9 you felt the familiar churning in your uterus and knew there won't be any dates today even if he did show up miraculously. You grabbed a sanitary pad from the closet and made your way to the bathroom, cursing his stupid face throughout the way as tears filled your eyes.

You knew you were about to burst into a fit of cry sooner or later.

Around 9:30 while you were preparing a cup of tea after ingesting a pain killer you finally heard the doorbell ring. Taking a deep breath you crossed your arms, and stared at the door for a moment to make him sweat before you decided to answer it.

And Why did he have to look sooo hot?

You were mad at him. Completely furious but he had a maroon shirt on with the top few buttons opened that showed the silver of white satin skin, fitted black pants, his hair was ruffled in that ' i either had sex or a strenuous workout' way. He leaned against the door frame as he looked at you up and down, you still had that stupid black dress on. The bouquet of flowers he brought wasn't going to fix anything if he had fucked Lily and was swept back into her charms.

“What do you want?” You asked him so he gave you the flowers, you grabbed it and threw it behind you, feeling awful for doing that to those poor flowers but you were raged in the moment.

“Can I explain?” He asked you as he sighed deeply.

“Go on”

“Can I come in at least?” he mumbled as he stepped closer to you so you took a step back but he grabbed you by the waist and stopped you from moving, his body pressed against yours as he closed the door behind him.

“You could have called that you weren't coming” your teeth gritted as spoke to him, anger visible in your voice.

“But i wanted to come and I'm here” he answered nonchalantly and that only spiked your irritability.

“You're 3 hours late”

“I have a reason for that”

“Did you fuck her?” his brows furrowed in slight offense as you asked him.

“Noooo”

Your heart felt still for a moment as he diffused your fears, you were so sure that he was with her, fucking her and realising that he was still madly in love with her. As your eyes welled up he grabbed your chin between his fingers and made you look up at him.

“I'm sorry i have let you down” his tone was gentle now and somehow that made you feel even worse about the situation.

“Why didn't you come? Did you change your mind?” your lips trembled as you struggled to keep your emotions in check. The thought of Lily being the reason for his absence was too much to bear.

“Do you think I'd look like this if I had changed my mind?” You looked him up from head to toe as he said that as if you weren't checking him out as soon as you had opened the door. “I was on my way when Lily called and told me that she had slipped in the bathroom. I thought that I'd take her to the hospital and still be here on time but it took longer than i had expected” you shrugged as he said that to you. What a convenient fall that was from Lily, you felt so selfish in the moment but you were extremely jealous and hurt.

“Why didn't you text or call?”

“I left my phone at her place when I picked her up so I had to go back.. good because now I have your number memorized” he mumbled softly as he placed his hands on your shoulders to pull you closer.

“You memorized my number?”

“Mmmhm..you should too”

“Okay” you both stared at each other for a moment before he cupped your cheeks. You felt a surge of emotions as he slowly leaned in and kissed you, a gentle kiss that seemed to melt away all the tension and anger between you.

“Ummm is she okay?” you asked him as you realized that you might have overreacted a bit and had allowed your emotions to get the best of you.

“Her right leg is fractured but she'll be okay”

“How do you feel about that?”.

“Fine? She's going to be alright”

“I'm still upset for some reason” you told him honestly because you didn't want to pretend as if him not showing up wasn't affecting you at all now that you knew the reason behind it.

“I'll fix that”

He picked you up in his arms and turned around to press you against the door to kiss you again, this kiss wasn't as gentle though, it was heated, full of passion and needy.

“I really wanted to treat you right baby..I'm sorry” he mumbled against your mouth so you curled your fingers around his neck.

“It's okay..you can treat me right.. here”

“Sure can” as he lifted up your dress you placed your hand on his.

“I'm on my periods”

“So?”

He put you down and pulled your underwear down and placed it on the dresser next to you , grabbing your waist by one hand. He slipped his other hand between your thighs, teasing you until you couldn't take it anymore and had to buck your hips into his palm. Your fingers clutched on his biceps as you tried to stifle the shameless moans that were erupting due to his skilled ministrations.

He leaned down and sucked a mark on your neck as he continued to rub your lips, mixing your dripping arousal with the blood. Your fingers traced down as you felt the bulge in his pants rubbing against your midsection, that's how close he was squished against you.

“Hold your dress up for me darlinn” his words came out almost in that of a drunken slur but his voice was sharp and commanding so you quickly grabbed the hem of your dress to lift it up, a loud moan escaped your throat as he wiped his bloody wet fingers all over your thighs, making sure to clean it well before he unzipped himself hurriedly as if he couldn't go a second longer without fucking you right against this wall.

His cock was hard and leaking already as he rubbed the tip over your clit repeatedly, your arms wrapped around his neck as he lifted you up swiftly and entered you in one quick motion.

“Mmm is this good sweetheart..you alright?” You bit on your lips as you noticed the concern evident in his voice,

“I am in heaven..keep going please”

“Oh you sound so sweet like that love..do it again won't you?” He mumbled in your ears as he teased you with his torturously slow thrusts of the hips.

“Please Daemon..i..need you to keep going please” you mumbled sweetly, your voice went higher and turned more sensual than he had ever heard from you.

“I'd do anything for you if you'd speak to me in such a way”

Your hands wandered to grab his gorgeous ass, they were always begging to be held. He let out a grunt as you squeezed those cheeks.

This was new, he knew that, he also knew the raw electric passion he felt in the moment would fizzle with time like how it did with Lily but the way you had your arms around him and how tightly you were holding onto him, you'd continue to hold him in the same manner right?

Even when the sex would become a routine between you two he hoped that you'd still look into his eyes when he's making love to you and and he hoped that you'd look at him with the same passion you had in your eyes right this very moment.

He really hoped so, he really wished for this feeling to never end.

He didn't want to fall out of love again, certainly not with the woman who had risked everything for him..

“Why did you come darling?” He whispered in your ear as his thrusts slowed down again.

“When? Last night ? Because you're so good at this..?” he chuckled and pressed a soft kiss on your lips before his expressions turned serious.

“That night..you came for me..why? You'd have been on that lifeboat with the rest of our friends..far away from the wreckage if you hadn't done that. Why did you do it?”

Your eyes teared up as he questioned you ..

“Because you came for me first, remember?” you caressed his cheek with your fingers as you answered him even though it wasn't the complete truth.

“I was right next to you. I didn't't do you any favor. What you did was risky and life threatening..you could have died” his grip around your waist tightened as if he was afraid of losing you like that.

“No regrets..i..think about that moment a lot..that one fraction of a second where I see myself standing on the top of the deck with our friends and thinking if I had made a different choice.. the one where i never ran after you and that thought scares me because..i picture you all alone on that Island and it breaks my heart..” his own eyes welled up as tears rolled down your cheeks, his lips wiped those tears away and he picked up his pace again.

Every inch of his presence was burning with constant hunger for you, he was all inside you at the moment then how come he was still not satisfied? How come he still felt so hollow as if he wasn't already submerged so deeply into you?

He has been in love before and it wasn't a fleeting sort of love either but what he was feeling in the moment was something so magically profound, a feeling he had never really experienced before.

That wasn't it though, what astonished him was the fact that he never wanted to experience this again with anyone else either, he wanted you to be it, from now to the end.

As he came so suddenly inside you, your walls clamped around him and milked every drop of cum he had to offer. Your mind felt hazy as you convulsed against him, everytime he made you cum you felt your soul leaving your body for a moment.

You were still soaking in the orgasmic bliss when he took you to the bedroom and laid you down on the bed, after cleaning himself up he came back with a wet napkin to clean you thoroughly, then he went into the living room to grab your panties.

“Do you need me to change the pad sweetheart?” he asked you softly so you denied,

“No, I have hardly bled on it” he proceeded to pull it up your legs. On the island you were using the same two pieces of clothes every month, you'd wash the other one and Daemon would keep it in the sun to disinfect it as much as possible, sometimes the life you lived on the island didn't even feel real, it felt like a nightmare or a dream depending on the situation.

“Had Dinner?” He asked you as he laid down next to you so you shook your head “Want me to cook?” He questioned, making you giggle in response.

“You can cook?”

“I have fed you that slightly charred fish for months.. of course I cook”

Before you could answer him he received a call from Cole, they were at Lily's place to check up on her and he was surprised that Daemon wasn't tending to her needs on hands and feet.

“Don't you think you're being a bit of an arse?” Cole said to him on the phone and Daemon excused himself away from you as he didn't want to have this conversation in front of you.

“What are you on about mate?” He asked Cole as his jaw clenched, he didn't really appreciate the snarky tone Cole was using with him.

“She's hurt and crying..come on..it's Lily..your Lily” Cole reminded him as if it was something Daemon could ever forget.. Daemon and Lily, that's how people always knew them together but he wasn't the same man anymore.

“I took her to the hospital and brought her back home..what else am i supposed to do?” he asked Cole in a frustrated voice, he didn't want to get tangled into her selfish mess again, not when life had something so precious and selfless to offer to him. Only a fool would let go of a woman like you, he wanted to move on from that failed relationship and explore the depth of this thing between you two.

“She's not wrong you know..You have changed man..” Cole chuckled and it only angered him further.

“Yeah well live on a fucking uninhabited island for months and then preach to me” he hung up the phone and when he turned around you were leaning against the bedroom door with a small comforting smile on your face.

“You should go check on her..she's hurt”

“Oh..I'll go but you're coming with me”

“Daemon –”

“Just come..let's just tell them about us yeah?”

“Us?” You asked him so he walked towards you and placed his arms on your sides, you had no option but to look up at his tall frame.

“Us..me and you..Us” you bit on your lips as he said that, he had a way of making you feel all flushed and warm with his words, one of the reasons why you were even attracted to him in the first place.

“Okay…Calm down cavemon” he was huffing and puffing about something so you traced your fingers over his chest, the half unopened shirt gave you plenty to play with.

“Doesn't it bother you? The way they're treating us? The way everyone is treating us?” he spoke solemnly so you sighed deeply as you truly resonated with the frustration he felt regarding the matter.

“Treating us as if we have just returned from a long isolated vacation? Yes it does bother me” you cupped his cheeks to make him look at you “But it's not their fault, they won't understand..for them the ship sinking was the worst of it all and it was a huge trauma in itself and they went on with their lives thinking that we were dead. But we aren't, we are back.. alive and well..so it's as if nothing had ever happened to us, they think we suffered the same as they did but it's not the same and it won't be the same. But you can't expect them to understand that. We ate fruits and fish everyday and slept on the bed of leaves..they hear those details of our survival and they think it was easy and that's okay..let them think that we had it easy”

He placed his forehead down on yours as you finished speaking, your soft soothing voice melted in his ears like honey.

“Are you always this wise?”

“Mmmhm” you smiled before you kissed him softly “Do you feel betrayed by Lily? Is it anger that's making you drift away from her?”

“Not her first time when she looked out for herself only. She was scared when she realized what was happening on the ship..I understand that..it's just hurtful that I didn't cross her mind even once”

“I'd feel the same way”

He didn't want to go see her tonight so while he attempted to cook you grabbed those poor flowers and placed them in a vase as you mumbled softly apologies to the mother nature for the disrespect, then you cuddled him on the bed to make him feel better. Daemon, not the flowers.

However, you awoke in the middle of the night to the sound of Daemon's pen scratching the paper. Despite your curiosity, you refrained from disturbing him, assuming he was in the midst of writing a song or a piece of music. So you simply snuggled closer to him, taking comfort in his presence as you drifted back to sleep.

It was surreal having no jobs but having all that money that would feed you well even if you never work again. It wasn't really the employment you needed but the passion for the art you felt so strongly about before your life changed so drastically..

The following day, much to your displeasure you went to go see Lily with Emma but you could tell she wasn't at all happy about your presence there and as soon as you had stepped inside her house you regretted your silly decision of coming here, you two would never become friends, even more so now that you were with Daemon. As Emma excused herself to go make coffee the air around you both tensed even more.

“Thanks for the flowers..they're my favorite” she said to you as she grabbed a cigarette. The way Daemon spoke about her you really thought she was against his smoking.

“I know.. Daemon told me..i hope you're feeling better” she smiled as you mentioned him.

“Of Course he knows me more than anyone..Do you mind or want one?” she pointed towards the cigarette so you denied.

“No and no..thank you though” you gave her a polite smile in the hope that Emma would return soon and rescue you from this uncomfortable situation.

“Look y/n..I like you and I feel for you..that tragedy was hard on all of us but me and Daemon..we are like soulmates. People come and go..but in the end it's me and him for each other. I'm telling you all this because I don't want you to get hurt by him eventually and then end up hating me for the rest of your life” she spoke softly. Despite her gentle tone, you felt the jab of her words and the dismissive attitude towards your relationship with Daemon.

“Okay ummm..maybe you should talk to him about this because I don't think he's on the same page as you anymore”

You mumbled as politely as you could as you didn't really want to offend her in her own space and her well crafted delusions but it was apparent that your words had bothered her greatly..

Her smile dissipated for a moment but she quickly recovered and gave you a sly retort. And then she said something to you that hurt you to the core especially after what he had said to you last night about you and him being Us.

“I don't think so..i don't think he'd have made love to me last night if he wasn't on the same page as me..he's just upset but he'll get over it.. he's my Daemon i know him”

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Note : Raise your hands if you think she lying.

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[humaforever]

A kiss underwater for Huma, I feel like they'd have fun with it. Is Harry drowning? Well maybe but do you think he cares??

Yay I wrote a thing. I took the "Harry might be drowning" bit very seriously. Enjoy!

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Well, they were swimming. But like usual, now they were kissing. It's called multitasking, because they were still in the water, they were still swimming. Just, with kissing now.

Harry found himself being supported by Uma, her tentacles wrapping around him as she kissed him tentatively. His fingers caressing her soft arms, as his mouth moved to her neck. They slowly started to sink below the water. Uma losing focus to stay above the surface, lost in the blissful feeling of the kisses.

Harry moved his lips back to her mouth, realizing that his oxygen was going away. He hoped to gain some air by using Uma's breath, or however the fuck that worked. Well, it wasn't working, Harry was pretty sure he was swallowing water, but whatever. Uma bit down on his lip, making him lose all train of thought as he gasped. Except there was no air to gasp on, and the amount of sea water he was ingesting was making him feel a little dizzy.

Harry was either losing consciousness or he was just so lost in Uma's kiss that he forgot how to function. It was probably the second one. Though he couldn't explain why his movements were becoming so much slower and sloppy. It was probably just... Well he wasn't sure, something to do with Uma probably, because he was so enchanted by her and what not. Yeah definitely.

That was the last thing he remembered before he passed out.

That didn't last long though. At least as far as he was concerned. Next thing he knew he was laying in the sand, and hey Uma was still kissing him! Except she was also pounding on his chest really uncomfortably with her hands. Some would call this CPR, Harry would call it being lucky that Uma was touching him and putting her lips on his. That was disrupted by the fact that he felt like he was going to throw up though.

Harry jerked suddenly, leaning to the side as he coughed up large amounts of water. Uma sighed in relief, sitting on her knees and watching him.

"What happened?" Uma questioned

"What do you mean? We were having a good time?" Harry said confused, still choking slightly

"No I mean, you started drowning. That wasn't supposed to happen, I was using my magic so you could breathe" Uma said

"Well, I think you may have gotten a little distracted" Harry said smirking

Uma looked away embarrassed

"If the curiosity of your tentacles was anything to go by" Harry continued

Uma shook her head

"You were getting pretty touchy as I recall" Harry flirted

Uma snorted out a laugh "Shut up! Weren't you just dying like two seconds ago?"

"Yeah but then this beautiful goddess of a woman saved me, which was really hot by the way. So Hades is just going to have to try harder to get my soul. Harry said

"I don't think he wants your soul" Uma commented

"That's his loss. People would pay good money for that" Harry said

Uma quirked her brow "You're so weird"

"And you're the one who's always making out with me, so I don't know what that says about you" Harry smiled

Uma laughed again, feeling the sand beneath her fingers. She moved to Harry's side and laid next to him, placing her hand on his chest. Harry grinned brightly, wrapping his arms around her.

"Hey, don't scare me like that again. If you're drowning please swim to the surface" Uma told him

"But you were busy, and I was having fun " Harry said. Uma clearly didn't realize what was important here.

"No 'but's' Harry. I do need to remember that you can't stay under water as long as me though" Uma said

"I can" Harry insisted

"Oh yeah? Since when" Uma said sarcastically

"Since I decided I don't really need air" Harry said

"Clearly" Uma said, recalling how she had to drag his limp body out of the water because he supposedly didn't need oxygen anymore. "I'm serious Harry. Have some concern for your safety"

"Fine" Harry said

Uma wasn't sure she believed him. But that was a bigger problem for another day. They laid on the beach in silence, enjoying the feeling of the skin to skin contact. Uma smiled looking up at Harry.

"So... You wanna go for a swim?" He asked

Uma's smile fell.

[popcorn-plots]

Day 1: Helpless | 100 words | Wong reflects on being sick. | Ao3 | Tumblr

Day 2: Solitary confinement | 100 words | Stephen Strange laments. | Ao3 | Tumblr

Day 3: "Bit down on this" | 689 words | Sherlo-- Stephen gets injured on a casemission. Watson Wong to the rescue. | Ao3 | Tumblr

Day 4/5: Obedience/Rope burns | 932 words | Stephen and Wong are held captive in their own home in a robbery gone wrong (mostly). | Ao3 | Tumblr

Day 6: "You lied to me." | 500 words | Tony confronts Stephen about a choice he made. A choice that ruined both their lives. | Ao3 | Tumblr

Day 7: Suffering in silence. | 150 words | Stephen Strange was fine. | Ao3 | Tumblr

Day 8: "Why won't it stop?" | 200 words | Stephen Strange breaks after using Atlantean Black Magic. | Ao3 | Tumblr

Day 9: Bees | 1128 words | America gets stung by a bee. Stephen comforts her when she admits her biggest fear. | Ao3 | Tumblr

Day 10: Killing in self-defense | 100 words | Stephen Strange is found guilty. | Ao3 | Tumblr

Day 11: Time loop | 100 words | Tony Stark is stuck in a time loop. | Ao3 | Tumblr

Day 12: Semi-conscious | 741 words | Stephen has a nightmare in the library, one he didn't quite wake up from until he was safe in Wong's arms. | Ao3 | Tumblr

Day 13: "You weren't supposed to get hurt." | 176 words | Stephen watches his daughter grow up. | Ao3 | Tumblr

Day 14: Blood-stained tiles | 59 words | Wong reflects on his husbands death. | Ao3 | Tumblr

Day 15: "Who did this to you?" | 150 words | Stephen visits a grave. | Ao3 | Tumblr

Day 16: Alt -- "I love you." | 903 words | Stephen plays the bait in a mission to take out a group of rogue sorcerers. Wong intervenes and feelings are felt. | Ao3 | Tumblr

Day 17: Hostage situation | 694 words | Strange or the people of New York. Tough decision. Who lives, who dies…. You are playing a delicate game, Sorcerer Supreme. You decide who survives. Play God, just for a second, or we destroy your planet. Your choice, Sorcerer Supreme. You have 24 hours to decide. | Ao3 | Tumblr

Day 18: Alt -- Found footage | 756 words | A video is posted about Stephen Strange and the death of his sister, Donna. Stephen watches his old high school bullies vandalize his locker -- and his well-being. | Ao3 | Tumblr

Day 19: "Please don't." | 100 words | Stephen and Eugene’s relationship is all but healthy. So when Stephen gets home and finds his father drinking, he tries to avoid him at all costs... but avoiding Eugene is near impossible when you’re the one he’s angry at. | Ao3 | Tumblr

Day 20: Truth serum | 367 words | Stephen ingests a truth serum. The students of Kamar-Taj are curious, but some take it a bit too far. | Ao3 | Tumblr

Day 21: Unresponsive | 567 words | Tony finds Stephen nearly dead, barely breathing, an empty bottle of painkillers just out of reach. | Ao3 | Tumblr

Day 22: Alt -- CPR | 866 words | Tony Stark has a heart attack during an event. Peter performs CPR with the help of a mysterious stranger. | Ao3 | Tumblr

Day 23: Presumed dead | 200 words | With the cloak returning from the fight alone and radiating sadness, one could only assume the worst. | Ao3 | Tumblr

Day 24: "I'm doing this because I care about you." | 261 words | Wong is not the person he once was. | Ao3 | Tumblr

Day 25: Waterboarding | 1110 words | Stephen Strange is part of the .1% of the world's population that can see their soulmate's experiences. Great for Tony Stark, not so great for Stephen when his soulmate gets waterboarded in the middle of Stephen's shift. | Ao3 | Tumblr

Day 26: "Help them." | 375 words | Stephen knows he's going to die. Why waste time on him when others need it more? | Ao3 | Tumblr

Day 27: Left for dead | 455 words | The Illuminati on Earth-838 don't kill Stephen Strange. They maroon him on Titan, alone and stripped of his magic.

Stephen doesn't believe this is punishment enough for his crimes. | Ao3 | Tumblr

Day 28: "No... not like this."/Alt -- last words | 500 words | Wong finally confesses his feelings for Stephen... just as he's dying in the man's arms. | Ao3 | Tumblr

Day 29: Not allowed to die/Alt -- immortality | 682 words | Stephen Strange is cursed. | Ao3 | Tumblr

Guys we did it. We finished Febuwhump!

[naresnani]

Overture

Fandom: Ikemen Prince | Nokto Klein/Adam Kain (OC) | Words: 880

Tags: Jealousy, Bodyguard/valet AU

Summary:

I am not a jealous man. I do not feel strongly towards people.

Notes: Supposed to be for @xxsycamore 's AU event... right? is that still going on? well anyway...

If I ever were to fancy somebody I shouldn't, it is trivial to simply abandon those feelings and let go. It's been easier that way, and none was ever the wiser. 

Some light sounds of laughter were being carried by the evening wind. A pair. I stayed behind. Higher up the rose hill. It was a cool evening with petals fluttering around me while the sky turned a warm colour. The breeze lifted up my sweat. I couldn't feel the sun. The prince and his maiden squeezed each other's hands. Their whispers couldn't reach me. 

It feels wrong, but it's my job to watch him. It's been my job for years. Five, maybe seven. Since I left my tribe I've never known anything else. From writing his letters to dressing his wounds to dressing him in the morning. From a clueless lad to the only one who knows of all his needs.

I am paid well. I am respected. Although he doesn't always make my work easy, he's fortunate that I do care for him. I do, beyond what they paid me to. 

I don't think anyone else would care for him if it isn't me. 

"I can't let you go through with this. My… heart wouldn't let me."

"Adam, all you need to do is pick me up outside the building and ride. Do you have no faith in me?" 

"I do. But my faith holds no water in what will actually occur. Please, your Highness, look for another way. You cannot be more needlessly reckless."

"...I revealed all my plans to you because I trust you. You're someone I trust the most. No one else would do this for me but you." 

"Then let me come with you!" 

"No!"

"Why? What difference would it make?"

"I'm someone they can't hurt. I could walk out of there without a single worry in my life whether or not I succeed. You, on the other hand, have a bright future ahead of you."

"What do you mean by that, what are you saying?" 

This maiden. She's a commoner, here for purposes I am not privy of. He's different. She's not like the other women he's had taken with him. He doesn't play around or use her. He is smitten by her looks. He told me so. He's smitten by her voice and laughter and by the way she does care for him. She caresses his hair and she reads to him at night and she allows herself this. He lays his head down her lap and he allows himself this. He is smitten. 

He took her near one of the rose bushes and hid her face in his hands. I avert my eyes. I shouldn't be allowed to follow them this far…

The rose hill is too large even for a hundred people, much less an individual. I don't know what to do with myself. I'm too large and too small. I hear too much and too little. I'm curious, and I'm sick to death of them. If I could leave I would. His laughter is the only sound that reached me. I'm sick. 

He always has his way with words. He's too kind, too caring. He "trusts you the most." He misleads people all the time, who was I kidding? He "likes the company." He "likes having you at all times." He "wants you to feel like you belong." He, "If you have nowhere else to be, then I want you to be with me."

"Adam…"

"It's me, I made it. I mean… you did."

"Where are we?" 

"You took the antidote too late, your Highness. You took them too late, my God. It could've been it. It could've been… If it weren't for…." 

"You made it."

"The doctor got to you just in time, I could have been too late. I'm sorry. Please, please don't ever do this again. I can't do this again." 

"I told you, I trust you with my life, and I was right." 

"Please don't… not me." 

"Hahahah… who else?" 

They're all just words. I should never have allowed myself this delusion, that he even slightly cares for me beyond how much he paid me. Yet who could blame me? I've carried him on the verge of his death after he ingested that poison. I didn't sleep for a week, I never left his bedside. I changed his clothes, I cleaned him. I've once fought till my blood beat out of me for him. I've killed for him. I've loved him. I couldn't do any of it without some form of love. Does anyone? Can anyone? 

I didn't think anyone else would love him if it wasn't me. 

"Adam, what are you doing here?" 

He was right behind, the maiden still tailing him. 

"Ah, I apologise. I thought you should have your own space." 

"Me and Emma are going to the city. Do you have somewhere else to be?" 

I do not, of course. 

"I'll take your Highness there, don't worry."

They smile. Seeing them happy, content, I do not feel any bitterness, nor sadness. I don't really feel anything. I don't think I'm a jealous man, nor do I feel strongly towards people. 

[originemesis]

@poisonedspider xxx

"Ha ha ha. Yeh're soooo funny." He rolled his eyes, shaking his head as he realized that his favorite resident bartender wasn't even here. Which only made it even that much more depressing that Adam was at the bar. Alone. "Yeh'd be so lucky. Guess it's yeh' luck that Charles isn't exactly into that sort of thing. Not really great towards the whole redemption look." Not that he would touch Adam with a ten foot pole. Ever. Even if the guy was kind of hot. He hopped over the bar, two of his arms rummaging through the many bottles of alcohol that Husk kept stored up, while one of his other free arms grabbed a glass. He was listening to Adam talk, one of his many other free arms basically mocking the angel, puppeteering his hand in a display of 'blah blah blah', because he really didn't give a fuck what this guy thought. Not after what he had done to himself and his friends. He poured an extra strong double of gin and tonic, finally leaning against the bar, far enough away from Adam, but closer than he had been. Angel and boundaries? Non-existent, typically. But he also wasn't in the mood for a fight today. He'd already experienced that with fucking Valentino earlier. "If yeh' didn't think it was all that great, ah' don't think yeh' would have fought so fuckin' hard tah' make sure that none of us could be redeemed." He pointed out, sipping at his drink in amusement. "Besides, anything has tah' be better than this shithole." He was certain of that, and he wasn't going to let Adam take that away from him. Hope had been something that had started to drive the hotel. "Either way, yeh're stuck here now asshole, so might as well at least try tah' get along with us, yeh' hear?"

With his chin propped on knuckles, the talons below give a flex from forefinger to the last crooked tip and then back again as if the mustered mirth he's met with is but a scuttling roach (heaven knows this dump had em) that had yet to pass by close enough for him to squash with a firm ram of the wrist. Of course, he's technically supposed to play nice to match the whole theme of the place, right?

Yeah right. This was temporary residence until that buffering TV fuck could figure his busted helmet out enough to fashion it back together again. After all, he's not keen on showing his face around hell after all the mass genocide, but hey...it wasn't like hellizens weren't out committing mass murder and other deplorable acts in the brimstone streets on the daily; they could stay hypocrites and mad for all he cared. "Lucky to miss a blowie from a professional whore? I mean, you're not exactly selling yourself as relatively STD-free here, now are ya?" And he's not exactly selling himself as lacking in all the cunt he's providing as a so called 'dickmaster', but hey! That's equality for ya.

As the sinner scrambles over the bar, he considers the amount of arms all performing their own duties, including mocking him and makes a note of which one for whenever he gets the opportunity to twist it, a smug twist of his lips settling at the thought. Nudging the lid of his glass against his lips in a notably awkward fashion (still accustomed to ingesting liquids and the like via a face shield and a well timed, mouth shaped portal) the man makes it a point to annoyingly slurp the last bit of the potent Pepsi before jangling the leftover ice around, which he showed no signs of stopping until there was more liquid to be leeched.

"Spoilers, slutbag: hell is generally the end of the road. Always has been. No one's fighting to keep you here. You and the rest of them chose to be. Not such a great gift- that free will, huh~?" Neither is the persistent sound of ice jangling, but it's what he's getting. "Nothing's ever actually free. Somebody always pays the price..." With a shrug, he leans into his knuckles more, considering just how many of Lilith's last batch of his seed surrendered amalgamations were still scuttling around, blissfully unaware they'd been thrust into a half aware sentience just to fall to the concentrated fury of a creator that cared as little for them as his own.

Maybe God was down here after all.

"There's a lot more to this shit than any of you realize, but be my guest thinking otherwise. Forgive me if I don't make like your landlord and queef a rainbow." Though he will abandon his instrument of half melted ice in favor of shifting a suddenly summoned axe in his lap where he could busy his talons with tuning it with tinkering twists and occasional plucks. "Come to think of it, wasn't that the plot twist of... oh yeah. Season five. 'Taste the Cumbro?'"

[moonieshinesims]

Generation One - Chapter Fifty Five

It is time for River and Ichiban to move off to the facility to get it live-in ready for Michiko. It was going to be a while, since Havarti and Cassie had already started research, but they were more than confident that they'd be seeing her in a few weeks...

Of course, the day they were leaving just had to be Michiko's birthday... She'd been warned about it for weeks, and her parents kept asking her over and over if she was okay with that.

Really, why did it have to be on her birthday? Couldn't it have been the day after? The week after? The month after? Never?

She knew her parents weren't abandoning her, but for some reason, it sure felt like they were.

Ako had been over more recently, trying to get to know Michiko more. Get used to being around her. He didn't have a lot of experience with kids, so both he and Michiko felt like it was going to be an awkward experience.

Michiko was excited to see this facility her parents kept talking about. It was going to be their base of operations from now on. Her parents were criminals, but high ranking ones. She wasn't too keen on the inner workings of the Simkuza or crime rings, but one day she figured she'd have to know all that stuff. After all, her dad kept saying it was a "family business".

"We love you so much, don't forget that. You have our phone number, so you can call us anytime you need us! And we'll call you every night. Okay?"

Michiko nodded, silently and watched them walk out the door...

Over at the facility, Cassandra and Havarti had pretty much cleaned the place up. They were both extremely stoked to have a ginormous piece of property to do their experimenting on and in.

Both of them had gone a bit haywire over the years with their research...

Cassandra had come back from space feeling ill and weird... Only to recover shortly after. Her skin, however, had a strange purple hue to it, and her eyes glowed purple as well. She said she'd ingested something in space, and that now she had "alien properties", but nobody knew what that meant yet.

She was very excited to see.

And Havarti had gone full on trans-siminist and had a fellow robotics machinist help turn her into a cyborg. River and Cassie were shocked when she came back home, half metal, and weren't sure where exactly she'd got the idea from.

River secretly wondered if the strange plants in Strangerville had driven them both insane...

After all, Cassie had always been good at physics, but to build a rocket by herself and use it to go on a one woman mission into space?

And Havarti... She was always into robotics and engineering, but where had the idea to turn herself into a robot come from?

These thoughts plagued River's mind, and she figured the answers lied in the strange plants... She knew first and foremost she was supposed to be running a villain empire, but if she could harness the powers of the plants and exploit it...

Who knows how unstoppable they would be?

The new facility was coming along nicely, the living quarters that was. She knew if she was going to eventually bring Michiko there, the place had to have some semblance of a home. Michiko would need a place to do school-work, and place to exercise, and play.

The research facility was already fully functional, and Havarti and Cassie spent most of their days there.

While River did most of her work in the containment lab where the strange plants were held.

Ichiban wasn't exactly the brainiest member of this group, so he was more focused on combat and business.

It'd been about three weeks since they'd officially moved in. River and Ichiban followed through on their promise to call Michiko every night. She really missed them, and they really missed her. She and Ako were getting along though, so that was good.

River thought she was about to make a breakthrough with her research on the strange plants, when one day...

She looked up from her work and saw the plant was moving more than usual. They always pulsed and shuddered, which really grossed her out. But this time it was seizing and shaking something fierce!

Then, right out of the center of the giant disgusting flower, something floated into the air...

River wanted to back out of the room, to give herself another layer or protection from this thing, but she couldn't move. She was frozen in place.

Ichiban, Cassie, and Havarti ran into the containment lab and stopped in their tracks.

"Ŧħ€ ş€ćř€ŧş…"

The room shook.

"Ŧħ€¥ đø ňøŧ β€łøňǥ ŧø ¥øu."

"Is that her...!? Is her hand glowing?"

"What's going on?!"

The glowing grew larger and larger. They could hear the sounds of white noise and hissing all around them. The electronics in the facility were being affected by this thing. This creature.

"GET OUT! WE NEED TO GET OUT NOW!" River could barely hear herself screaming over the strange noises surrounding them.

They all tried to turn and leave, but were enveloped in a bright purple light.

And then...

Nothing.

TO BE CONTINUED IN GEN 2

[moonyasnow]

Moony's TWST Vampire AU

Part 4: Scarabia

Heartslabyul Savannaclaw Octavinelle Scarabia (you are here) Pomefiore Ignihyde Diasomnia Extras

(listen I know what a massive contrast this is— it's just the only official art which shows the entire Dorm together)

This is NOT ORGANIZED lmao Literally just unfiltered thoughts and ideas, with some short writing snippets only sneaking in by accident. Literal brainrot stuff

Also some thoughts will absolutely be longer than others I wrote most of this in like 5 hours in one sitting

It will be in 8 parts. First the dorms, and then a final one for my thoughts on some side-characters' places in this AU

Basic rules of the Vampire AU:

A vampire is unkillable until they turn someone. As such, vampires are rare, and usually created on accident.

Vampires can't die of starvation. They can sure try, and by god will it hurt, but it can't kill them.

Vampires can drink liquids that aren't blood, though they get no nutrients from it, but they cannot ingest food. If they try to eat normal food, they just throw it up, their bodies rejecting it entirely.

They can drink any blood that is not from another vampire.

Kalim

Kalim was turned by an older family member It had just been a day like any other. A party, good food, music, a parade: the works. So basically, nothing out of the ordinary. Afterwards he was talking to a distant relative of his who'd come to visit, thanking them for coming and seeing them out, sad they wouldn't see each other anymore due to that relative bring very reclusive. "But you know, you haven't changed a bit since I was a kid! You're aging really well! I don't see a single wrinkle, either! It's almost inhuman! Ahaha!" "Do you want to know my secret?" His eyes lit up in curiosity "A secret? What is it?" Eyeing Jamil, which went unnoticed by Kalim, they said "…Say, didn't you tell me you had a gift you wished to give me?" "Oh? Oh! Oh that! I completely forgot!" "You there, Viper," Jamil forced himself not to bristle at the name. "Go and fetch it." "…I'm not supposed to leave Kalim out of my sight." "You're talking back to me, little viper?" Sensing the foul mood, he blurted out the first solution he could think of: "I can just go get it!" Jamil briefly muttered: "And risk some assasin lurking nearby? There are still people here; the party is still ongoing." Before saying: "…Fine. I'll go get it. I'll be back shortly."

Then Jamil was gone.

Kalim was glad he didn't have to put up with the relative being rude to him.

Then the relative once more asked if he wanted to know their secret, urging him closer.

Then his head was forcefully pressed to the side and he felt a sharp, burning pain in the side of his neck. Time was slow. Like honey. He didn't really know what to do or how to react so he just…stood there.

It was like he was in a weird haze of confusion. He just kinda kept blinking, stuck frozen in place for a while. By the time Jamil came back and snapped him out of it, he realized he hadn't even noticed the relative leaving.

He just kinda...forgot about it. Put it out of his mind. Because whenever he tried to think about it things would start to feel all foggy and unreal. But sometimes when he looked in the mirror he could've sworn those two tiny dots on his neck weren't always there. But when he thought about it for too long it got foggy again. So he just kept on doing what he always had.

But a little while later, he started getting sick.

All the world really knows about Kalim is that around 150-ish years ago, the then heir to the Asim family seemed to have died of an unknown illness and taken his closest servant with him to the grave.

Kalim felt really bad the first time he drank an animal's blood. He cried after having to kill it, and buried it. From then on, Jamil was the one who actually killed everything they ate.

Kalim and Jamil have visited Crowley's Vampire Castle in the Woods in the Middle of Nowhere™ exactly one (1) time, and Jamil was not happy about it.

Jamil

Jamil was turned by a fledgling Kalim who couldn't control his thirst

Kalim had been flip-flopping between being out like usual and enjoying himself, and hiding in his room with the curtains drawn tightly.

He was becoming agitated. Kalim clearly wasn't well. No matter what teas, herbal remedies or natural cures Jamil tried, nothing seemed to be helping. And worse yet…Kalim had started turning his aid away. He watched his Master's form begin to wither before his very eyes, skin losing its parlor and slowly turning a dark grey. And sometimes…his red eyes seemed to almost glow when he looked at Jamil.

He'd been shut away in his room for a week at that point. No parties, no chatter, no music…not even any time spent playing with his siblings.

Out of the blue, Kalim took Jamil's hand one day as he was helping to bathe him— as that was something Kalim could barely do himself anymore.

"Hey, Jamil…"

Came out sounding less weakly than his words had been recently.

A white-henna-tattooed hand ran a line from Jamil's inner wrist, up his arm, and stopping at his neck.

"It's…really easy for me to see your veins all of a sudden. Have you been eating ok? You can tell me if you want some of my food; I'm not gonna be eating it anymore anyway."

He'd never seen Kalim act like this before. He could sense something was about to happen, and it filled him with dread.

"Hey, you'll…you'll always be here with me, right? You're never going anywhere?"

His hand was on the side of Jamil's neck, his other holding the back of Jamil's loosely.

"As long as I am a Viper, you have my word that I will never leave your side. It's my duty to help you, after all."

The words usually tastes like poison in his mouth. But this time it wasn't as bitter.

"…You'll really help me?" The hand holding Jamil's began to travel up his arm and to his shoulder.

"…Honestly, I'm…kinda thirsty…"

His head was laid against Jamil's shoulder, and his arms encircled around his neck in a loose embrace that shouldn't have been nearly as strong as it was.

Jamil's heart began to best unsteadily, a sense of hesitation, of caution, engulfing his mind. Something was up. Something was wrong.

"For the longest time now…I've been so thirsty, Jamil…" short, weak breaths fanned at Jamil's neck, and needles of dread prickled all over his skin. He had to move, he had to do something, something bad was going to happen— but what?

"…Sorry…"

"K-Kalim— GH!"

He got his answer via the sharp pain of two small knives…no, of teeth, plunging into his neck.

At first he resented Kalim for it. Resented him for trapping him with him for the rest of eternity.

Once he learned that a vampire is no longer immortal once they have turned someone else…realized that Kalim could die…he had two conflicting thoughts. One, a mix of anger and glee. Kill him so he could make him pay for what he did to him, for taking his life away and leaving him to fester in the shadows for the rest of eternity. But also a hint of panic. Kalim was, in a sense, mortal again— though he might still be ageless and immune to most harm, there were now ways of killing him, ways which wouldn't have worked before he accidentally turned Jamil.

He had to make sure Kalim stayed alive…'alive', in air-quotes. It was a reflex, an old remnant of the mortal life he'd lost. But also…a want. A desire. A need.

To exist without Kalim, just as for him to leave Kalim's side, was…unthinkable. Even if he night-dreamed about it, he deep down knew he never would. Was it because a slave is always a slave, if not by chains, then by his own mind? Or because he knew that he and Kalim were both just as lost, just as confused at being thrown into their unlife.

They avoided other Clans, out of what Jamil deemed necessity. It was safer to travel lightly, pass from town to town, eat what animals Kalim could lure to him…or what poor souls Jamil told Kalim he had found already on death's door. And stay hidden, not attracting any attention.

Two lost teens walking hand-in-hand through the night on a never-ending journey without a destination. The only familiar thing they still had to cling to. For when the world spun in an whirlwind and the walls tore apart, all that was left standing was the two of them.

There was some comfort in knowing that, even after 1001 nights, the one constant, them, would still be there, unchanged.

[riddlerosehearts]

baldur's gate 3 thoughts again except this time i made a mistake while trying to save the draft partway through and lost a bunch of random screenshots and things i wrote 😔 oh well. good news is that this post marks the end of act 1 for me!

the underdark is so cool. i really wish i had a better PC because even with my crappy specs this place is so gorgeous and fantastical while also being vaguely unsettling lol. definitely not regretting my decision to double back after finishing the mountain pass stuff. also, i feel like elenion would definitely enjoy getting to visit a myconid colony and see how they live and how their society works up close, so that could be an additional roleplay reason for me to be doing this.

...you know things are getting bad when at this point i really think elenion would be okay with trusting a literal mind flayer to help him because wtf else are we supposed to do LMAO. genuinely at this point it sounds less insane for the party to ingest dangerous mushrooms at the suggestion of a mind flayer than it would be to let volo give any of them eye surgery. we have to get these tadpoles out of our brains somehow, i guess.

omeluum is actually a fascinating character, though. an illithid who broke free and literally just wants to do good and live a peaceful life? i'm surprised that i wasn't spoiled on literally anything about him before i played. i hope that's not because he's a secret bad guy or something, because he seems really earnest and trustworthy right now.

LMAO GALE PLEASE. i'm so glad i brought him along to the arcane tower.

oh huh, interesting that the history check here was a bard-specific option! i'd always heard that the bard colleges in DND weren't neccessarily actual colleges and were more just representations of just different schools of thought and such, similar to wizard subclasses being called schools, but apparently larian wants our bards to have gone to college! sure, i guess i can work that into his backstory.

anyway, bernard makes me sad. the whole tower is incredibly ominous and makes me sad for lenore, who we don't even get to meet... like she literally programmed a robot to give her a hug and emotionally support her on command!! :( i wish that when we went back with the mushrooms we could tell omeluum and blurg that lenore was missing, because they act like they didn't even realize she wouldn't be there.

obsessed with the fact that this is a bard option for when omeluum wants payment for the ring. and that you get to make him so happy that he gives it to you for free awwww.

i love how sometimes, the bard specific dialogue options actually allow your character to be studious and knowledgable about poetry and folk tales and music, which i was not expecting considering the way bards are generally stereotyped--

and sometimes they allow you to be a snarky little shit ASFKJGDFHJ 😭����

since i went mountain pass -> underdark and i've already found the adamantine forge and done everything else it seems like i can currently do in my journal, i... think i'm actually ready to move onto act 2? i will say that i forgot to talk to dammon for karlach before the tieflings left the grove so i really hope that won't be too big of a problem. but if i did miss anything in act 1 (and i'm sure i must have) or mess anything up, then i think that's fine with me because i'm planning on doing several replays of this game anyway lol.

i went up the elevator, ended the day, and immediately mizora shows up and starts barking orders. i passed a perception check to pick up on her being desperate and this possibly being a chance to negotiate wyll out of his pact, and now i'm really wondering what would've happened if i failed that check?? would i have missed out on this whole scene where we try to negotiate with her?? would i have lost the chance to do this??

ngl i'm not so sure elenion actually would do that because it's a little too goofy for such a serious situation, but i couldn't resist trying it. and then i went back and tried the history check instead and they actually result in more or less the same thing--you recite an incantation you remember from an old children's story and she laughs in your face. where's the option to punch mizora in the face smh >:(

and now we get another ominous visit from the dream guardian! also, astarion told elenion he wants to talk to raphael and they told him they want to know what he's planning, which he disapproved of and refused to do. astarion why are you literally so hard to get along with omg.

this seems like a good place to stop for now but i am so excited to be making it further through the story.

[geekns]

you sound like the qanon conspiracy freaks who were convinced there were litter boxes in classrooms for kids to piss and shit in lol. was gonna try engaging in a meaningful dialogue with you but since you’ve got your head so far up your ass you’re interpreting genuine kindhearted asks trying to help you as vicious hate and bullying, im not even gonna bother. i just wanted you to know you sound like you ingested horse antiparasitic to treat covid. also ps who the fuck is anne? are you just making up a person to blame everything on bc you can’t admit that you showed your entire ass and multiple people have come to clown? okay anyway you’re too bitter to waste the rest of my high on so byeeeeeeee!!!!

I have not ever been involved with the QAnon movement. Have no fucks to give, never thought any of it was real. In fact, I think it was controlled opposition. I don't fit inside your tiny box, Anne.

I haven't received any genuine, kindhearted asks in a very long time.

If you thought you were being kind, you are absolutely delusional. I am not here to conform to your hot takes. Who do you think you are, what gives you the right to tell me how to live, what to think, what to feel? I'm not here to be your echo chamber.

Oh yes, the Rona.

You want to know what. I feel sorry for you. That "horse antiparasitic" has been prescribed to humans for decades. The only reason the Rona Vax was able to be pushed into production is because the doctors and the MSM and the government lied to you. If they were to admit that a drug, one that's worked for decades, could work in this instance as well, then they wouldn't have been legally allowed to use people like lab rats.

And guess what? Now the people who were gullible enough to take the jab are paying the price, and it's horrible. Turbo cancers. Blood Clots. Heart attacks. Strokes. Bell's Palsy. Sterilization. The list keeps growing and growing and y'all still think you weren't sold snake oil? Wake up!

There had never been a vax for the common cold and the one they have provided still doesn't prevent the disease from being contracted or from spreading. That's a bunch of science fiction, germ theory doesn't even hold water and hasn't done so for 100 years. They were trying to prove it during the Spanish Flu and failed.

I feel so sorry for everyone who is living through this dystopic nightmare, even moreso for those people who are still hypnotized and refuse to acknowledge what they allowed to happen to themselves.

Anne is short for anon.

Specifically hateful anons. It's a term that the Reylos coined because so many people were hating on them. It's been in Tumblr usage for years. It's got "Sure Jan" vibes. An Anne is almost always a Karen. Someone who irrationally expects to get their way and be thanked for their tantrum. And what y'all have most definitely been acting like today is Karens.

I haven't shown my ass, WTF is that even supposed to mean. I mean, do you want me to moon you like in Braveheart or something? It's not my thing but I could probably find you a clip.

No, I'm not surprised that the brainwashed clowns showed up, haters gotta hate after all. It's like you guys get off on making yourselves look as idiotic and small as possible. I've always been perplexed: why do you think it's okay to tell people that they're full of "hate" if they don't agree with your delusions. Why would it ever be okay to tell someone that they should kill themself? Be forced to put up with abuse? Be raped? Does it make you feel powerful??? Because you sound pathetic.

So good, go away, rethink your life, since drugs seem to make you act like a fool that can't be taken seriously.

[the-technicolor-whiscash]

Having now seen all three of the Stuart Gordon-Jeffrey Combs-Barbara Crampton horror movies I can conclusively say a number of things.

Number one, Re-Animator is the best of the three obviously holy shit it's far and away the most movie movie of the three.

Number two, the special effects in all of them are often pretty good. Sure there's some really bad parts like the frequently unconvincing cat puppets and the fact the resonator in From Beyond looks like a child's science fair project but a lot of the gore sfx work and like the full-body prosthetics they do in all three of them are really good. Giorgio in Castle Freak looks amazingly horrifying and I think that monster thing that Pretorious turns into in From Beyond is really good it's super gross body horror which is what it's supposed to be. And in all three of them, injuries and blood look fairly realistic and ik it's cause they often had like, actual medical professionals they referred to to make it realistic. With these low-budget schlock pieces it's easy to criticize many aspects of them so I wanted to take a minute to point out something that was genuinely well done.

Number three, the actors are so much better than the material and I think in a lot of cases could have been given more to work with. I think Crampton's performance in From Beyond showed that she's just as capable at playing a scientist as Combs and I think they could have done more with her character. I think Jonathan Fuller could've handled more as Giorgio, perhaps to add more nuance to an extremely black-and-white character. And I think Combs time and time again has shown that he is a very skilled actor who can bring dynamic range and physicality to a role, but in every single one of these three movies, his character ends up either dead or presumed dead at the end. Give him a fucking break. Give him a character who doesn't end up tragically and brutally killed. Hell swap his roles with Crampton, make him the nervous househusband and make Crampton the breadwinner who has to fight the freak.

All of them are enjoyable films if you're someone who enjoys movies of this caliber. I think if you're going to watch them, start with Re-Animator, and your next step depends on what you're looking for. If you want body horror scifi with some really gross looking shit, From Beyond is your man. If you're more into a traditional exploitation horror "there's a guy in our house ripping boobs off with his teeth," Castle Freak is the way to go.

Should you watch any of these if you're not prepared for horror beyond what you see in like, Halloween or Saw? Probably not, unless you're comfortable with not just gore but heightened elements of sexuality as well including some fairly rough assault scenes. And therein lies the issue with so many films like these. It's a critical failure of the industry I think. So many assault scenes are completely irrelevant to the plot and are just there for gratuitous nudity and violence against women and it's like come on guys. If you want gratuitous nudity you can get that with consent. It's more fun that way. I do try to look past these issues when looking just at the plot or craft of the movie obvs, but it's something that plagues a lot of b rate horror and you can't talk about these movies without acknowledging these problems entrenched in the history of the genre.

Again obvs Re-Animator is the best of the three but in regards to the other two. Frankly, I think I prefer Castle Freak to From Beyond, if only because some of the effects in From Beyond were so gross I could not bring myself to enjoy them, particularly with the shit they have coming out of Jeffrey Combs's head holy shit that's so gross, but that's just me. I've never been a big fan of that style of body horror, and the scifi elements weren't enough to keep me engaged beyond that. Castle Freak is a style of horror which, while absolutely an acquired taste, is often easier to ingest because most of the time you know what's going on. It has a castle and it has a freak. That's the movie. I think they're equally as poorly executed as each other so no matter what, you're going to be in for A Ride.

[zona-da-saude]

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[untilthcyrot]

Great. Now he was just the asshole feeding ducks something that fucked their stomachs up so they weren't able to eat the right things like . . . well . . . whatever it was ducks were supposed to eat. As far as he knew, he just saw them dip their heads in the water from time to time but he wasn't really sure if algae was supposed to be nutritious or not. Apparently, he didn't know a lot of things when it came to what ducks were or were not supposed to ingest.

He flinched at the bread being flicked at his forehead, but at least it cracked a smile out of him instead of dwelling on duck gut health. What the hell was he supposed to do with all this bread now anyways? After Ren stole a piece, apparently he was feeding her with it. ❝ Hey, hey, you have your own bread. This is mine to not feed ducks with, you know. ❞

♡ — ren hargrove, reformed mean girl.

ren can't help her wry, sharp-toothed grin at jude's surprise. she's still got that mean streak, sometimes. it's all like, friendly teasing, though, she's not really going to rip into him or anything. maybe just a little bit.

"since, like, always," she answers, breaking off a piece of bread just to flick it at his forehead. "oh my god definitely not, fuck peta. it's just not really good for them, and especially water-soaked bread fills them up so they don't eat stuff they actually need. for, like, nutrition or whatever."

the next piece of bread ren pulls from the slice jude's holding she eats, stolen with a wink and a deep-mean laugh. it's more fun to take from his than the perfectly fine slice she's already holding.

[newmih]

A bit of liquid courage

Words: 1109

Characters: Minho x reader, mentions of Gally

Request: I would like to imagine about Minho, in Marcus' nightclub, the reader's best friend was Gally but like everyone else she believes him dead. With Minho they ingested Marcus' drink to find Thomas and Brenda and they find themselves half drugged confessing their feelings.

A/N: So... I find myself writing about two people confessing their feelings when it's never happened to me... so I hope it's realistic. /English is not my first language. Sorry for any mistake I made./

Masterlist

Bonne lecture

Y/N looked at the bottle handed to her by a man, looking disgusted. From what she understood, drinking the contents was the only way to get into the building and therefore to find Marcus. But she had very little desire to do so. She didn't even know what was in it and how many mouths before her had touched it. She winced at the thought. Minho, who was at her side, took the gourd and swallowed the contents. He closed his eyes and coughed violently afterwards.

The young woman observed him, wanting less and less to swallow the drink. But she had to do it, she knew. She had to find her friends. It was the only way they would have a chance to start a new life. Even if that chance was tiny, she couldn't afford to let it slip away because she refused to drink something.

Not thinking anymore, she took the bottle in turn. She felt the liquid burn her throat as it passed and tears welled up in her eyes. She thanked herself for not having smelled it before because she knew she would have thrown up directly. The foul taste would stay in her mouth for hours and she hated it. She closed her eyes to try to push through the urge to get it all out and concentrated to save herself a headache. It was nothing. She'd faced grievers before, cranks and escaped the wicked, all without dying. She was stronger than that.

She finally stood up and took Minho, who was still waiting for her, by the arm to join the rest of the group who had already entered. As she passed through the doorway, she heard the man behind them burst out laughing and she knew that this was not a good omen for them. So she tightened her grip on the former runner and continued walking.

The first thing that struck them was the foul odor that emanated from the place. They weren't sure if it was because of the people there or because of what they were eating. But something told them it was probably both. They shared a knowing look and kept moving. How to find the person they were looking for in this crowd when they didn't even know what she looked like, was the question Kyara kept asking herself. Maybe they should split up to cover as much ground as possible. She tugged on the Asian's sleeve and he leaned in to try to hear her. The music was deafening, the volume being so loud that it could be heard from outside.

-I think we should split up! It will be easier to find him!

He nodded and let go of her as she headed to the right and left. She wasn't the tallest or the most imposing so she struggled to make her way through the crowd. Someone jostled her and she fell against a wall. As she looked up, she realized that the room was spinning. Maybe she was supposed to stay on the floor after all. Still, she had no choice, and between getting run over by someone or getting back on her feet, she much preferred the second option.

The noise around her seemed to be getting louder and louder and she couldn't even hear herself think as she made her way through the party, stopping every now and then to ask someone where Marcus was. She still hadn't gotten a straight answer and was seriously losing her patience, especially since she couldn't think straight. What had that drink done to her? Several times in the glade she had drunk Gally's drink and never before had she been in this state after drinking so little. At the thought of Gally, tears welled up in her eyes. She was getting way too emotional for where she was. It was dangerous.

She spotted a chair in a corner and her confused mind asked her to sit down. So, playing with her elbows, she managed to get there and slumped on the piece of furniture which against the weight of the young woman fell to the ground. They were now two to be collapsed. Except that one was physically and the other emotionally. Memories of her life in the labyrinth came back to her without her being able to do anything about it. She felt as if she had no control over herself and that was probably the case. Why else would she be thinking about Minho right now.

She tried to compose herself. She wasn't supposed to think of him that way. She had no right. But she couldn't help it. Despite the fact that he had killed y/n's best friend she couldn't help but love him. She realized how wrong it was, but from the looks of it, you couldn't control your feelings. She wiped away the tears that had rolled down her cheeks without his advice and stood up with the help of the wall. She had to find him and tell him everything, no matter the consequences.

She stumbled a few times, almost fell, but eventually found Minho in the middle of the room. Their eyes met and she felt that what she was about to do was not a good idea but she didn't care. She rushed into the arms of the young man and without even waiting for a reaction from him embraced him as if it was her last day to live. She felt it tense during a few seconds and she was about to move back when he finally returned her kiss. He took her by the hips and brought her closer to him.

They finally broke apart and Kyara, on tiptoe, rested her forehead against the dark-haired man's.

-You don't even know how long I've wanted to do this. -Why did you never do it then?

They were so close to each other that they could hear each other despite the noise that continued around them. Yet they felt as if they were alone. Never in his life would Minho have thought that way, and yet it was so. He promised himself to stop bothering Newt and Thomas about this. He looked at the young woman in his arms and smiled sadly before answering her.

-Because I killed your best friend and there's nothing I can do to change that, ever. And it destroys me to know that the despair I saw in your eyes afterwards was because of me-

She interrupted him with a long kiss.

-Oh Minho, life is too short for that.

Maybe drinking the drink wasn't such a bad idea after all.

[showrunnerihardlyknowher]

This Is Nothing Like The Disney Star Wars Trilogy -- Ch 3

Happy Halloween fuckos how about some gore and angst :3c

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Summary: Good news, Jacob is getting better. Bad news, Edix...isn't.

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Edix hated watching his pet suffer.

He never liked seeing his human upset, much less in pain, and tried as best as he could to alleviate some of its stress. There have been plenty of times Edix was sure it came across as him being unnecessarily forceful with the struggling thing, especially when it came to things that would be irresponsible for him to ignore. The human refusing to sleep, refusing to eat, refusing to cooperate and take its medicine to aid in the illness it brought upon itself -- all things Edix needed to step in and put a stop to, much to the little one’s disdain.

Plus, the last thing Edix wanted was to give the little one a reason to dislike him with excessive punishments. It was a fine line to tread between correcting behavior and keeping a hold of its flimsy trust. Only once had it really been daring and broke a piece of his equipment, the heated reaction of Edix exterminating a scrappy pack of humans back on its planet they had encountered outside of the base. His pet was punished, of course, but it was more of a time out inside of a netting container rather than actual discipline. It wouldn’t be fair to expect it to know how to behave when it was hardly trained, much less when it didn’t understand that the other pack was trying to take it away rather than play.

That being said, the Venandi did let his pet get away with quite a lot.

The human liked to run and hide, as expected of any prey species. When they met it was a fun way to kill some time given how utterly dull its planet was and Edix was more than happy to use this as a bonding activity for the two of them. Then it became a little more annoying when he was trying to focus on packing his materials and specimens for departure and having to keep track of the skittish thing. Then it became equal parts frustrating and dangerous when the little one still insisted on running amok once it was rehomed aboard the ship.

Of course Edix would love nothing more than to shower it with affection and play as many games of chase its tiny heart desires (or could physically take, it hardly ever lasted more than an hour), but he couldn’t. Unlike the human, he had an actual job that he was required to work at and as such needed to devote a majority of his day to completing his research. It was his own fault, he knew. Edix had spoiled it with his undivided attention that week back on Earth and now it didn’t understand the change. More than likely it had simply acted out as a way to garner more stimulation, not to mention it was already overly anxious by nature. These massive shifts in homes and attitudes probably weren't doing it any favors.

But still, he had indulged it. Though he had received plenty of comments from Ylva and Talan (not that he fucking cared about the second one), he never made much of an effort to nip these behaviors in the bud. He continued to put off his reports in favor of chasing it around his lab and spending the next hour trying to get it out of whatever hiding place it had stubbornly squeezed itself into. He worked tirelessly to try and find something it would eat to keep it from keeling over like it seemed to so eagerly want. He made sure, at the very least, it got an adequate amount of sleep throughout the day and night cycles so its overactive mind could take a break. So they could both take a break, really.

And then his human nearly starved itself to death and it all went to shit.

It was a possibility this would have happened whether or not Edix had intervened. Even if he kept it locked in the repurposed container that was meant to function as a nesting cage, even if it had been trained to be perfectly obedient, there was really nothing he could do to force it to ingest anything. Well, he supposed there were plenty of medical options to have fluids and nutrients pumped down its tiny throat, but that seemed a little extreme. Looking back on it in hindsight, though, maybe it should have been something he considered…

Regardless, his little one was on the mend now after he rushed it over to Ylva for her to play veterinarian. It was not happy about the ordeal, but in Edix’s opinion it brought this on itself. Perhaps this would serve as an appropriate punishment and try to drive home the notion to just listen to him. This whole fiasco could have potentially been avoided if it ever swallowed its misplaced pride and allowed the Venandi to take care of it. Stars above, his pet loved to put up a fight over nothing, and while sometimes they proved to be fairly entertaining to watch, it was becoming tiresome to deal with when Edix was always made out to be the bad guy.

After the first sol, it seemed more tired than anything, probably because it threw itself into a fit of hysterics when it had to be separated from Edix to be given a dose of medicine and subsequent bath. Its clinginess was only ever prevalent when it came to strangers, though he would be lying if he said he wasn’t equally upset over the whole ordeal as well. Partly because he was loath to ever willingly give away the rare times it would seek comfort from him, mostly because the shrieks and cries it made drove him up the wall as he was unable to protect the poor little pup. It had been returned to him soon enough with clear instructions on how to handle its recovery for the time being, not that either of them paid Ylva much mind. Rest and hydration, basic enough, no different than nursing any other pup back to full health.

Except on the second sol, his pet was burning up, far hotter than what the average human’s core temperature should be. This resulted in another trip down to Ylva’s lab much to Mibao’s delight, which quickly turned into adorable disappointment when it realized it wouldn’t be able to play with the other this time.

“It’s normal for it to experience a fever,” Ylva had reassured him. “It’s just its body sweating out the toxins that developed from severe malnutrition. Keep it cool and plenty of fluids in its stomach and it should bounce back.”

Edix readjusted his hold, keeping the tiny, hot body pressed into the crook of his neck. “Should?”

She had given him a rather nervous looking smile. “Well, I mean, we’ve only just recently started examining the biological components of the human species...we don’t have all their little bodily quirks and functions down yet.”

“So you’re saying there’s a chance the medicine you gave it could very well be the thing that kills it?”

“...a very unlikely chance, in my opinion, but-”

Edix groaned. “No, don’t tell me that, I don’t want to think about that.”

Ylva raised up her hands in mock defense. “Okay, look, we’ll just keep an eye on it, alright? If its fever gets any higher or doesn’t break within the sol, then we can worry.”

Edix ended up staying awake the entire sleep cycle to worry, too unnerved at the idea the twitching, burning body of his beloved pet would be cold and limp the next time he opened his eyes. He brushed back its sweaty hair with his thumb to lessen some of the heat radiating from its head, crooning every time it woke up whining and squirming to push itself away. Its strength and consciousness would fade just as quickly until the early hours of the day cycle when the fever mercifully broke.

Unfortunately, it was replaced with fitful aches and nausea. A sol and a half of profusely sweating in a near comatose state was now being rewarded with chills that racked its entire lithe body, restless and tense with another wave of illness. Poor thing really did seem to be doing all it was physically capable of to keep from retching so frequently, especially considering there was hardly anything in its stomach to vomit back up, if only because it knew if it continued to expel its fluids then more would have to be put in. Edix felt awful every time he had to coax the little one to sip on the water it clearly didn’t want, but either due to weakness or understanding it didn’t struggle against it.

So much for inducing an appetite, Edix thought as he watched the human choke and gasp on its own spit, desperate to empty its stomach of absolutely anything. When the bout of nausea appeared to have passed for the time being, the human all but collapsed in on itself from where it had been set up on his desk. It had been trembling and whimpering, arms wrapped tightly around its midsection that was no doubt sore from the repeated contractions. Edix had tried to take some of the nesting he had put in the container intending to be its bed and arranged it on his desk as a way to keep an eye on the little one’s progress. As to be expected, the human wanted nothing to do with it, always squirming out of the soft fabrics moments after Edix had just bundled it up. At first he thought maybe it was because it was still overheating from the remnants of its fever, but he noticed no matter how he tried to cool it off, it would always refuse to relinquish its little green jacket.

So, Edix tried letting it rest on the bed. No dice, it still fought against the comforter and pillows and he was constantly turning around to make sure it hadn’t managed to roll off the mattress. Then he tried to have it actually stay in the container as it was meant to be used, this time with the human laying on top of the bedding rather than burrowed under it so that it didn’t get too hot. Nope, it wasn’t comfortable in there either, in fact it seemed more uneasy every time Edix brought it near the ‘renovated’ cage. It was almost like it didn’t like the idea of the Venandi being too far out of sight, despite its affinity to run and hide when it’s more or less healthy. Then again, as soon as it had hidden itself away, he was always right there trying to get it back out, so maybe in its mind that counted as being close enough. Regardless, Edix was running out of options of where he could put the poor thing to recover while he could work on finishing his duties. As much as he wanted to fret and try to alleviate the human’s pain, he did have other commitments he had been slacking on. As a last resort, he settled on keeping his little in his lap and that...surprisingly worked.

He was half expecting it to fight with all the strength it had left as soon as it had been placed on his legs. The human really only cuddled when it was dozing or fully asleep, then it absolutely loved being pressed up against him. Any other time, however, it would struggle and push against his fingers if he held it for longer than it liked and refused to ever stay still in his lap when he’d attempt to keep it corralled without using both of his hands. Sometimes, if he kept his hand as deadweight on top of it for long enough, it would eventually huff and settle and stay still a while for him to be productive. Of course, that defeated the purpose of him having to be short one hand for at least two hours, but something was better than nothing when he was this far behind on his reports.

But now, unlike all the previous attempts to get the sick human to settle down and sleep, this time the human relaxed rather quickly against his legs. It was still curled in on itself, but not so tightly that it shook. Its trembling evened out with every deep breath it forced itself to take, miniscule fingers gripping onto the fabric of his pants. The frail body was still pale and shaking, nowhere near as bad as it had been only an hour prior and Edix figured that was probably as good as they were both going to get for the time being. Ylva had offered him another dose of medicine, this one being something that was supposed to soothe its general aches and pains, but he declined. As helpful as she knew she was trying to be, he was a little put off by the notion that the medicine had a chance of severely doing more harm than good.

Unfortunately for his little one, that would mean it had to suffer through these muscle cramps and sickness naturally, which Ylva kindly reminded him could be anywhere between three to five sols before it made a textbook recovery. Edix felt bad about it, but it was a better alternative than bleeding to death from the inside out or something due to its strange little Earth biology.

Edix gingerly placed two fingers on his pet’s back, feeling just how tense the muscles were as it flinched away from the contact with a whimper. Its breathing started to pick up again and Edix rubbed between its shoulder blades as softly as he could. After the initial contact, it started to relax again and partially buried its flushed face against his thigh. The little doe eyes he adored looked glassy and wet with a sheen of tears, but when he tried to rub its face with his thumb it moved away. Understandable, its head probably hurt, probably the same reason it didn’t want him touching its aching back muscles at first. Edix decided to leave it be for now, not wanting to disturb it too much when it was finally starting to calm down. Mercifully, it appeared sleep was finally going to take a hold of it after several hours of fitful rest. He doubted this nap would last very long, but at least it was still, its tiny body at last getting the time to fight off the remainder of the virus.

So, no, Edix hated to watch his human suffer, but he was absolutely going to relish in how much of a little snuggle bug it was being right now.

He wasn’t really sure if this counted as the human being affectionate and he didn’t care, he was going to take whatever type of obedience he could at this point. The little one was much quieter than usual for the most part, only a whimper or groan here and there, not to mention much calmer over all. There was no worrying about it accidentally plunging to its demise off of any furniture, no trying to fish it out from some obscure hideout, and being pressed so close against him meant he could monitor its recovery without any issues. Well, perhaps a few issues, like being so utterly enamored with his pet that he still couldn’t focus on his job half the time. How ironic to know whether it was behaving or being a brat, it would still be a massive distraction. The way it kept pawing at his pants legs and making itty bitty squeaks, burying its cute little face in its arms or his leg, made his heart soar.

As awful as it may sound, he wanted to live in this kind of bliss forever, which was only possible due to the human being miserably ill. He could only hope that maybe it would remember these interactions once it was feeling better and a bond could be rebuilt. Or, with his luck, it would only remember Edix taking it down to Ylva’s lab to get that awful medicine in the first place and act out even more as revenge. Oh well, they could cross that bridge when they got to it. For now, he was content with the way his sweet little pet curled up in his lap and melted under his touches. It seemed like it got the best rest whenever he positioned it on his chest, but that was typically only when Edix was in bed himself. No matter what, it always liked to hear him purr, the soft vibrations helping to soothe its uncomfortable fidgeting.

One would have thought having their sick pet in such close proximity would have helped ease some of the worry he had. And it did, but not a whole lot. It was true that Edix was easily sidetracked with how adorable the little one was being--after all, who didn’t love watching their pet snuggle up in their sleep?--but his main concern was whether or not his human was actually going to get better or if it would experience a sharp decline. He had been too careless in the past in regards to its health and he already knew how fragile earthlings were as a species. Although he was confident in Ylva’s multiple assessments of the human, he couldn’t help but worry over the knowledge that it wasn’t one hundred percent accurate. There was no saying that the medicine she administered earlier wasn’t slowly poisoning it, that it’s fever wouldn’t return and fry it from the inside out, that it could go to sleep and just never wake up. Edix was a man of science and these were simply too many variables for him to ignore.

So, while the novelty of admiring his human’s cuteness never wore off, he found himself checking it more often than not to assure himself that it was still alive. Whenever it whined or shifted, he would stop what he was doing to check that it wasn’t a reaction to anything nefarious. As always, it was merely the earthling readjusting its position into something a little more comfortable, but given how frequent it was it meant that the cataloguing that should have only taken him two hours was easily stretching into half a sol. The constant starting and stopping of tasks carried over into the next two sols, although its frequency was beginning to noticeably dip as the human recovered. The hovering didn’t stop there; he found he was skipping his own meals in order to catch up on the backlog of work he had created himself, only ever taking a real break to eat something light when it was time to make sure the human was staying hydrated. His sleeping schedule was suffering, too, pulling late nights to finish reports and then waking up instinctively every hour to check that the little one held to his chest was still breathing.

All in all, he was certain he was going to stress himself out to the point of becoming similarly ill soon. Even Ylva said he looked like shit (“Oh gosh, Eddie, you look so tired!” was actually what she said because the biologist was considerate like that) and offered to watch his human for a bit so he could either work or sleep, but he couldn’t bring himself to take up her offer. If anything, the sweet thing would probably be in even safer hands should anything happen given that Ylva was a fauna expert. In the event something went terribly wrong, though, Edix wanted to be the one who was there. He adored the little earthling to the stars and back and he couldn’t bear the thought of it suffering without comfort. Not to mention, while it might not be overly fond of Edix most of the time, it absolutely despised strangers. Leaving it with someone it wasn’t entirely familiar with while he wasn’t in the vicinity had the potential to worsen its recovery if it decided to self-destruct again.

So, he stuck it out, because he was a model employee with a fantastic work record and was a great pet owner on top of it. This was just one little hiccup. As soon as his human was back to its old self--well, maybe not completely its old self, ideally a little more behaved than it used to be--then he would be able to catch up on everything just fine and have a more doable routine in place. It was only a few more sols, in theory. The little one was already proving to be coming back around once it was able to keep the glucose infused water down, even sleeping undisturbed all of last night without waking up due to general discomfort. Seeing the sweet thing finally, finally starting to noticeably improve did ease a fair amount of anxiety he felt about the situation, hoping that the worse had finally passed.

And now he was here, sitting in his bed to work remotely on his data pad with the human snuggled between his thigh and tail. It felt like the first truly peaceful moment he’s had in the past week, maybe even the past cycle if he were to include how long it took to calm his pet down into something more manageable. Shame it took the human being at death’s door for him to find some work-life balance after the unofficial adoption, but like most things regarding the little one, he had to take what he could get.

His eyes stung with exhaustion, thoroughly dried out from staring at various screens and microscopes for hours on end. Just one more report, he mentally noted. As soon as he finished these last few notes he could take a break for a couple of minutes, perhaps even go to bed for an hour or two before he would force himself to wake up another two hours before his scheduled shift to get an extra jumpstart on his work from last week. Slowly but surely he was making a sizable dent in his backlog of projects and if he kept going at this rate, he would ideally be caught up within another three sols. That being said, he was almost certain his quality in work was dipping dramatically with each sleep deprived sol, mind muddled with an unfortunate combination of stress and fatigue that made his writing gradually more rubbish as it went on. Oh well, they would be able to understand the gist of it all. Maybe. He could rewrite them later when he wasn’t running on fumes and his pet wasn’t on the verge of dying, the latter probably never happening with or without this sickness weighing down its prey tendencies.

It was becoming harder and harder to focus on this write up of a pink blooming shrub, his mind constantly slipping off topic to check for the umpteenth time that the earthling snuggled against him was still breathing. Occasionally, he would rub a finger against its forehead to make sure a fever hadn’t spiked again, though thankfully ever since its first one broke sols ago it hadn’t relapsed. It still felt clammy to the touch, but it was better than burning close to a Venandi core temperature which, Ylva explained, was very much not a good thing when it came to human biology. Strange little creatures, no wonder it was always shivering and seeking out his warmth in sleep. Much like the last time he looked five minutes ago, or was it ten, his little one was just fine. And much like the last time he looked ten or fifteen minutes ago, he had made zero progress on his report.

With a weary sigh, he relented and let the datapad drop unceremoniously out of his hand and into his lap. Fuck it, he’ll finish it when he regains a couple brain cells that have died off from lack of sleep and can semi function well enough to write a sentence. Edix was already behind as it was, a few minutes of rest wouldn’t make much of a difference at this point. Like clockwork, his body would wake him up hours before his alarm anyways as was the new routine.

His eyes had only shut for a moment, a blink, and before he knew it they were prying themselves open again. His alarm wasn’t ringing and the lights were still dimmed meaning it was still the nocturnal cycle aboard the ship. He couldn’t have slept for that long then, but it definitely only felt like a second had passed when he would have thought exhaustion would drag him much deeper into sleep. Damn. Whatever, it was more time to work, even if he hardly felt rested, not that he did lately anyways. Picking up his tablet, he scrolled through the pages of words and pictures with a frown, none of the lettering making any sense in his tired brain. Was his writing truly that horrendous when his reserves were drained, or was he so braindead that he couldn’t even read at this point? Maybe Ylva had something for that, master of tonics that she was.

Was it a little dubious to be asking your coworker for foreign stimulants in lieu of taking adequate care of your own well being? ...who cares.

He had very nearly gotten out of bed to drag himself down the halls (wait, shit, it was still nocturnal hours. Ylva was probably asleep. Should he wake her?) when he remembered his pet was still sandwiched between his appendages. It should be fine to be left alone for a minute while he scrounged around for something with high levels of caffeine, but he still needed to extract its little arms and legs of his tail lest it go flying off the bed when he stood.

Except, when he looked down at where it had been nestled for hours before, the spot was void of any tiny humans.

Edix blinked, registering what the absence meant before a cold panic seized his chest. There was always a risk of sleeping with something so small and fragile in bed, accidentally rolling over or knocking them off, but he had never had a problem with it before. Ylva was smart for cage training her human to sleep in a secure enclosure, Edix, however, could never get his to settle unless it was cuddled against him in some way. He quickly patted the bed around his legs to ensure the little thing hadn’t slipped down anywhere before getting up and turning on the lights, ignoring the blinding ache that shot through his retinas when he did so. The bed was completely empty, even more so when he stripped it of blankets and pillows to double check it wasn’t trapped under either of them. Shit, shit, shit. The only way was down, then, but a frantic scan of the floor showed no tiny splatters of human remains.

That made no sense. Where could it have gone? It didn’t know how to scale down the bed to his knowledge, not that it was very keen on scaling anything in its current state. Great, not only was it lost and potentially injured as a result (or worse), but it was also still fending off its sickness. If he didn’t find it soon it might very well succumb to it.

“Where are you?” he cursed, looking around the bed again in case it hid itself away somewhere as wounded prey tended to do. Or bratty pups who were trying to get their owners attention. Damn, he really needs a name for the thing for situations like this, to let it know it was safe to come out when he called it. Too late now, but something to work on in the future, he definitely didn’t have the braincells to start thinking of names for it at the moment. Another survey and he finally spotted it, or at least he spotted the tail end of its little green jacket when it disappeared behind the side table. Okay, so it was up and moving, that was good as far as he was concerned. He let out a breath he didn’t realize he was ever holding and dropped to a crouch beside the table.

“Honey, come on, what are you doing?” Edix groused, reaching a hand under the table to snag the evasive little thing. “How did you even get down here?”

He caught movement out of the corner of his eye by the bed, indicating the human had fled its now compromised hiding spot and had dashed off again. Oh no, not this again. Not chase. How in the fuck did it even have the stamina to want to play that right now?! It had been practically comatose with fever and fatigue for weeks, not to mention he knew it had hardly any energy from its reluctance to eat or drink under the fear of vomiting. There should be no way it had the capability to sprint from one side of the room to the other like it would have been able to back on Earth. Maybe the medicine was some kind of miracle drug when it came to humans, but it was taking effect at a very inconvenient time. Then again, chase quickly became one of its favorite games to play on its home planet and seeing as it was left bedridden for an extended amount of time, it must be eager to jump back into the swing of things.

Edix, however, was not.

His mouth pulled a stern frown as he stood to stalk over to where he had seen the tiny figure disappear from. “No. I’m not in the mood, it’s not play time,” he warned. No response, not that there ever was one, not that it ever listened. If anything, his shortness only added fuel to the fire as it darted away again towards the desk, its favorite hiding spot due to how difficult it became to grab it if it got far enough under. Absolutely not. Edix did not have the patience to deal with that kind of nonsense right now, he was barely holding onto composure as it was. Everything he did for his pet, sacrificed even, and this was how it always acted.

Before it could even make it to the desk legs, Edix pounced with a harsh growl, hand slamming on top of it and pinning it to the ground. He could hear it sputtering as all the air was squeezed out of its little chest, head smacking painfully against the solid ground, but Edix found that he couldn’t be bothered to fret over the new injuries. It was what it deserved for disobeying him, language barrier be damned. He bared his teeth in warning, much like he had done when they first met and it pointed that stupid metal stick in his face. Strangely enough, the human didn’t seem to react how he expected. Usually at the first sight of punishment, it would submit and cease whatever it was doing, but this time it just held that same expression of panic it had whenever Edix simply existed in its general vicinity. It wiggled and clawed under his hand, ignoring the dribbles of blood that leaked from its cute button nose and from the gash on its forehead that came from colliding face first with the floor.

Edix removed his hand, fully intending to grab it by its scruff, but the second the pressure was lifted it was scrambling up and off again, like it hadn’t just been partially crushed by him. Adrenaline was a hell of a drug. It made him feel a little better about the situation to see that he must not have caused it too much harm, though the relief was twisting into something bitter. Something that wanted him to force the human to stay down like the prey it was, to give into the hunt it was clearly baiting him with. So he did. He gave it a headstart before pouncing again, swiping his hand to knock it to the side and collide with a chair leg. It skidded into the furniture with a wet cough, one toothpick arm twisted at an unnatural angle as a result of the impact that made it cry out. The sound should have made Edix stop in his tracks and snapped him out of whatever he was doing, but sickeningly, it only encouraged him. His pet, his prey, was wounded. The chase would end soon, yet the need for self preservation had the poor thing up and running again. Its speed was lacking, though still impressive for something so weak. Still no match for the Venandi who shot a hand out to dig his claws into the tender flesh of its calves, causing it to howl in pain and stumble to the ground once more.

Admirably, it tried to push itself up to flee once again, but the gashes in its wobbly legs proved that to be near impossible as every clench of muscle made more blood weep from the bone deep gashes. Edix was not one to play with his proverbial food, he never had any desire to consume his food raw and struggling unlike a handful of other Venandi, much less so when that food was an alien species he knew very little about. And yet, he couldn’t help himself when he leaned down to dig his fangs into its back, a strangled yelp of terror and agony choking off into a whimper when he bit down harshly into its brittle spine, snapping it like the twig it was. The human went mostly limp after that, but not silent, still writhing what little muscular function it had left and gasping. Edix lifted it up in his mouth a few inches before dropping it to collapse in a pitiful pile of itself, now laying on its broken back and forced to stare up at him with those wide, doe eyes.

Its baby face was smeared with its own blood, obscuring the freckles he loved to nose at, and it gurgled as the red fluid started to pool in the back of its bobbing throat now. Be it from the bloody nose or if its lungs were filling up with the same liquid, he didn’t know. And he didn’t care. He only cared that he had succeeded in his natural instinct to capture and eliminate the weaker prey, just as intended by the hierarchy of living things. He was an apex predator after all, it was good to live up to the expectation. And still, he wasn’t done yet. There was no point in leaving a fatally wounded prey alive to suffer like this, not when it was going to die either way. It wasn’t so much as a mercy killing at this point rather than it was simply finishing what he started. The human had no reaction other than to keep staring at him with those sweet eyes that were fading by the second, life leaving them at the same rate as the blood leaving its crumpled body.

Edix could remedy that as he dove forward again and snapped his teeth into its fluttering chest, the blood that had pooled in its twitching lungs bursting over his tongue to run down the corners of his mouth. The bones of its ribs punctured the other organs around them as they were crushed, effectively shredding its insides in a single blow. Again, he dropped the body from his mouth to splatter gracelessly onto the ground, the puddle of red spreading rapidly around it now. Considering its chest was entirely caved in, there was no point in checking if there was still a rise and fall to it, the unblinking eyes telling all he needed to know that the human was deceased. He licked at the blood that dripped from the corner of his mouth and pulled back to sit on his knees and admire his handwork. Arguably one of his most brutal kills when it came to humankind given how much time he spent working on one single creature as opposed to wiping out several in one go.

For several minutes, he stared at its corpse, the copper flavor still spreading over his tongue. It was almost like he was waiting for it to get up, waiting for it to start the game again, though he knew that was impossible at this point. It was dead. He killed it.

...it was dead. He killed it.

He killed it. He killed it, he killed it, he killed it -- WHAT THE FUCK DID HE DO!?

All at once, the revulsion of his actions hit him. The taste of blood made him gag as horror blanketed him. His hand shot out, claws still bloody and pulled the broken body to him. No, no, no. No, that wasn’t happening, this wasn’t real, he would never do this! He loved his human, loved it like it was his own pup, he would never think to do anything so...awful to it! Why did he do this? Why did he have the sudden urge to gore it like he did to all of its annoying little packmates? This one was different, special, adorable, that was why he had spared it the same fate. He knew it was too sweet to kill, attaching itself to him just as quickly as he had to it. But there was no changing the facts of the situation at hand, its lifeless body curled in unnatural positions as a result of several broken bones, blood leaking from between Edix’s fingers as its wounds were still draining. Its eyes...the eyes Edix loved so much were dull and grey, no longer wide with an innocent curiosity he always tried to encourage.

There was no fixing this. There was no magical cure in Ylva’s lab. This was his fault, he did this. He killed it. He--

Edix’s eyes snapped open, body jolting to sit up before his mind even had time to register the action. The datapad, still awaiting the rest of his borderline incomprehensible report, slid off of his legs to clatter to the floor but he found that he couldn’t care less about it. The only thing he could think of were those last few moments of ecstasy and horror he felt as a majority of the dream faded from his subconscious, leaving only the residual memories of blood in his mouth and flesh in his claws. Just a dream, he had to repeat over and over in his head, anything to banish the unpleasant imagery of--no, no he wasn’t even going to say it. He refused to even think of the words. And yet, he belatedly realized as his eyes finally blinked away the remaining scenes, for someone so convinced it was merely a dream, he had yet to actually check on the human to confirm this theory, almost as if he was afraid to find it missing from its previous napping position just as how the nightmare had started. Or worse…

Thankfully, he didn’t have to worry himself for long as the human started to stir only a few seconds after Edix’s physical outburst, obviously disturbed by the sudden movement. Well, if it was any consolation, Edix was equally disturbed for a number of reasons and he really didn’t want to dwell any longer on them. Stars above, how long has it even been since he’d had a night terror as startling as whatever the fuck that was. At least a couple of rotations, maybe even more, he was never prone to them to begin with and in this line of duty he was more than used to seeing a few squirming bodies of various species with various lethal injuries for various reasons.

But this one...this one just made his stomach twist in nausea, his heart still racing even now and he was sure his pupils were the thinnest of slivers. How ironic, he had killed dozens, hundreds maybe, of humans out of both annoyance and boredom every sol of being stuck on that painfully uninteresting planet without a second thought. Quick kills, drawn out kills, a few accidental kills when he wasn’t watching where he was going or pouncing too hard, all of them completely forgettable as soon as they happened. The same could be said for just about any species he had the go ahead to exterminate as needed from prior missions. Not every research project went smoothly and not every sentient species agreed with (or were worthy of being offered, quite honestly) an alliance with the Venandi, leading most samples to being taken by force. If the inhabitants were foolish enough to get in the way, they met their end efficiently and Edix was just as much a soldier as he was a botanist.

And then, of course, there were prey species like humans. Inferior, underwhelming, pests more than anything. There was no real reason to go out of one’s way to kill them, which was why most of his coworkers stuck to snuffing them out whenever they got too bothersome in the midst of working. No qualms about letting them live or die, seeing their species thrive or collapse after the Venandi’s departure. All of them are insignificant in his memory...except for his little one. His sweet little pet that he adores so much, that he was destroying his own health just to ensure its own health would mend, that he wanted nothing more than to hold and cuddle and spoil until it finally gave into his affections. In his mind, this was the only human that mattered (well, he supposed Mibao could have a solid second place ranking) but it was also his mind that had decided it was no different than any other prey to be torn into an-

He scrubbed his hands down his face to wash away the bitter aftertaste of the dream once more, exhaling deeply through his nose to soothe his rapid heart rate. Goodness, was this how his human felt all the time, always vibrating with anxiety like this? This was torture enough just for the past few minutes, let alone every waking hour of his life. Perhaps this illness that rendered it near comatose wasn’t all bad, as morbid of a thought as it was. At least it was getting a moment's reprieve to partially relax. Edix rubbed his eyes with a wince, the dryness still present but a welcome distraction at this point. When the human kept squirming against his thigh, he opened his eyes again to finally get a good look at it and hopefully coax it back to sleep.

Although...maybe it would do them both some good for it to stay awake for a little bit, just so Edix could...keep an eye on it. To see it alert and moving and not a limp body bleeding and broken and gutted a-

The little one seemed to be having a bit of trouble coordinating its stiff limbs to work how it would like, struggling to untangle itself from how deeply it had nestled into the long strands of fur on his tail that had puffed up significantly. When it finally pulled free from the auburn hairs, it was faced with the new challenge of finding the strength to push itself up on its wobbly arms. It made the tiniest of keening sounds, like it was asking for help, and Edix was happy to oblige by pressing two fingers against its back to help push it into a mirrored sitting pose. He removed his fingers once it was up, his knuckle tracing down its spine before pulling away. As soon as he did, its body pitched to the side, but before he could try to catch it, the sweet thing was already leaning against his thigh with a whine. Clearly, it was not happy having been woken up for seemingly no reason, even less so now that it had to deal with the general discomfort sickness typically wrought on the body. Poor thing, being sick was better than being mauled.

Edix cooed in apology, his hand returning to rub a thumb against its matted brown hair and push its bangs out of its eyes. It didn’t seem to be paying him any mind at all, doe eyes dazed and staring at nothing, glassy, lifeless. It probably wasn’t fully awake yet, meaning he had a pretty good chance of getting it back down without much of a hassle, not that it put up much of a fight these sols. He really should help it back to sleep considering rest would only help it in the long run when it came to improving its fragile health, even if Edix had no plans himself on going to bed again any time soon. Not while the dream was still so fresh and not when there was plenty of work to keep his mind occupied. Carefully, he cupped his hand to wiggle it under the human’s body and scoop it up, shushing the little protests it was slurring. That was surely a sign it was getting better, always putting up a fight over nothing.

“I know, I know,” Edix crooned as he pressed his little one’s curled body to his chest, rubbing a thumb across the clammy skin of its cheek that was tragically losing a fair amount of its baby plumpness as a result of hardly eating. They would be remedying that as soon as the human could keep something down longer than an hour. “We’re just going to move back to the desk, okay? No more...no more working on the bed. I’ll hold you like this, okay? Sounds good?”

Of course, he wasn’t expecting a verbal reply, or any kind of reply really. Under normal circumstances, it was usually wriggling and pushing against his hold which was usually ignored on Edix’s end. Lately, it didn’t seem to care whether it was being cradled or tucked into his arm or probably even dangled upside down by its ankle, so long as it had the physical proximity it craved. He really hoped that behavior would last once it was cured of its illness, but he doubted it. The best outcome he could reasonably wish for would be that maybe it wouldn’t fight him so needlessly when he did cuddle it, or maybe the human could be the one to initiate the snuggling for once. Then again, it was always shy around other Venandi, so if he was ever really desperate for it to willingly snuggle against him, he could always take a walk through the departments.

A glance down at the little one surprised him when he caught it looking back up at him with a rather peculiar expression. Its sweet brown eyes were still clouded with fever dream, but Edix could have sworn there was something akin to recognition in its look, like it was trying to fit the pieces together of how it ended up in his gentle embrace when any other time it fought tooth and nail to put a fraction of distance between them. Or there was the other possibility that even in its hazy state of mind, it was able to feel the minute trembling in Edix’s fingers as he held his pet, hear the too fast beating of the heart that usually lulled it to sleep, see the nervousness in his eyes that had envisioned awful, awful things done to its cute little self.

He still huffed a laugh at the strange face it was pulling, little furrowed brows reminding him of the absolutely adorable pout he hadn’t seen in almost a fortnight. Gosh, he missed that. “What? What’s that look for?”

Again, the little one said nothing and it appeared whatever its little train of thought was had completely derailed as soon as it was addressed, not that Edix would have ever known what it was to begin with. Instead, it looked away to position itself more comfortably against his chest, only to be bothered again before it would even properly settle when the Venandi raised his hand slightly to be able to press a kiss on the crown of its head. Normally, his pet would be flailing and fussing up a storm if his mouth came anywhere near it, the fear of being masticated and ripped apart by fangs alone, but this time it only whined like a petulant pup until Edix returned it to its proper snuggling hold so it could get comfortable again.

“Brat,” he teased. The small smile on his face disappeared into a grimace when he finally maneuvered himself to pull himself up and off of the bed. He couldn’t be bothered to retrieve the datapad off the floor right now, it’s not like it was going anywhere. The reports he was working on would be automatically synced to his work station anyways, allowing him to sift through the sleep deprived gibberish he’s written for the past two sols until a more cohesive report could be mashed together. If nothing else, at least that unintentional power nap coupled by the burst of adrenaline to wake him up had returned a good amount of cognitive function, enough that he should be able to power through a few more reports tonight. Not that he had any plans to sleep, not so soon…

Edix looked down at the human one more time and purred, smiling as its half lidded eyes slipped all the way closed as soon as he started. Everything was fine.

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It's the Lease I Can Do

Platonic! Weasley Twins x Reader

BG: The Weasley twins are so close to having their joke shop become a reality. They had found the perfect location but they had hit a minor problem that could cause them everything. You want to help, but how can you when they, the birthday boys themselves had given up?

a/n: I had this idea for a almst a year now and waited til ther twins bday to write it. I hope you enjoy.

WC: 2111

>>>MASTERLIST<<<

Fred and George causing a ruckus in the common room is a daily occurrence that everyone is accustomed to. However ever since the start of Year 7, the amount of commotion these two had caused can be counted in one hand.

At first glance, it could be attributed to NEWTS or in this year's case-to a pink toad acting as High Inquisitor. Still, more and more nights the twins had claimed the back corner of the common room.

~

The last remaining batch of students were making their way through Filch's checkpoint (an added security protection which also serves for Umbridge having a list of names on who comes in and out of Hogwarts). You glanced down at your watch- 2:27pm, they’re late. Weird, the twins never pass a chance to go to Hogsmeade.

You hear the castle door open behind you. Thank Merlin, you thought but instead you were greeted with a disheveled Angelina. “I’m coming! Wait!”

“Have you seen Fred and George?” You called as she ran past you.

“I think I saw them in the common room!” Angelina shouted back.

The common room? “What are they up to now?” You sighed. Stomping heavily up the stairs. “Ditching me….”

~

“Oi Weaslebees! I know you’re in here!” You rounded the corner of their secret spot. “AHa!”

You caught them red handed, midway into shoving papers into their “Weasley & Weasley'' Trunk. Though what they were hiding, you weren't exactly sure.

“Y/N!” Fred greeted, grabbing onto your shoulders, effectively covering George and the table. “To what do we owe the pleasure?”

Narrowing your eyes at him. “Really?” Hands on hips you blatantly say “2:15 am, courtyard?? Ring any bells?” Fred shook his head.

Meanwhile George’s head shot up. “Oh shit, y/n we’re so sorry!”

Fred turned to his brother, still clueless on what the heck George was talking about.

Abandoning the trunk, George gave his twin a classic smack on the head. “Hogsmeade, you idiot! We were supposed to all go together.”

“OHHHH FU--” Fred knew he was screwed. “I’M SO SORRY! WE’RE SORRY.” Seizing the messy trunk, he strategized. “Right, here’s the plan: I’m gonna quickly drop this off back in the dorm while you two make your way to the gate. If you run, I guess you can make it. I’ll catch up with you two then.”

“Fred….. We’re not gonna make it” you argued.

“Not if we don’t try.”

“It’s almost 3, Filch would be closing the gates by now.” You sat down on Fred’s empty seat. “Besides we can go to Hogsmeade next time, we could just hang out here. I miss having my best lads around.”

“Awww…we’ve been upgraded from annoying pricks to best lads!” Gushed George, pulling you into a side hug.

“Yea, I could help in whatever it was you guys were doing before I came. I don’t mind.”

At that, you could feel George tense up, his arm around you dropping. “Uhhh…” He looked to the older twin, silently conversing.

You gaze between the boys, sometimes they get so caught up in their scheming that they don’t notice that to others, especially those who had known them for years that their non verbal communication is not so sly.

In the end, Fred gave his brother a subtle shake. “No, that’s alright. I’ll just put this back and we could play gobstones or something, anything you like.”

As Fred headed up to his dorm room, you noticed a piece of paper under the table. Picking it up, the header caught your eye. RE: Lease Agreement. Were the twins looking for a new home after graduation? You didn’t mean to pry. You were close friends, they would tell you if they were moving right? This is big news….you decided to brush it off until another line caught your attention. The shop premise located at Number 93 Diagon Alley. Shop? They are trying to set up shop? That’s brilliant! The twins would get to showcase their inventions to the world! You could feel your pride swell. Leasing Agreements would not proceed if tenants, Mr. Fred Weasley and Mr. George Weasley, are unable to provide an endorser by the date of 31st of March.

“Where’d you get that?” George standing across from you, gobstones on one hand and another pointing at the document. There’s no backing out now.

“It was under the table.” You explained. “I didn’t know you were this far along with the shop.”

“Yea, well it’s not happening now is it?”

“What?”

“Cmon y/n. I know you read it.”

“I didn’t mean to-”

“It’s alright. We aren’t getting the place anyway.”

“Wait what? Why?”

“No endorsers.” George stated matter of factly but you sense the pain in his voice.

“How about your parents surely-”

George laughed. “As if mum would suddenly have a change of heart. You knew how she disapproves of our inventions, calling it a waste.”

“Arthur then.”

“Mum won’t let him.”

“Anyone then?” George huffed in defeat. “How about me! I could back you up.”

“You have to be an adult with a proven financial stability.” He stated, effectively shutting you down. “Forget it y/n. The hold ends in 3 days. We’ve tried everything. Just don’t let Fred know that you know. He’s devastated. Promise?”

“I promise.”

“And no pity, sad eyes!” He added as footsteps are heard descending the staircase.

“But I suck at poker faces!”

“Then let’s hope that Freddie is distracted even to not notice.”

~

It’s been 4 days since you had sent the letter to your father.

“Dear papa,

I know that this is a huge favour to ask but I believe it would be worth your while.

So remember back in the summer when you caught Fred Weasley, George Weasley and me snooping around with the Extendable Ears but let us go because you were so enamored?

Well turns out the twins and trying to get a shop up and running! How amazing is that?

The only problem is that they need an endorser to back them up in order to proceed with the lease agreements. The are currently on hold for the Shop Number 93 in Diagon Alley until the 31st.

This is where the huge favour comes in. Could you please be their backer? You did say that you’d love to help in some part in their invention, be an investor of sorts. Please papa. I would love to do it myself but I have to wait a couple more months to qualify. Plus it’s their 18th birthday on April 1st. Imagine their surprise if it were to come through.

I’d love to hear from you soon, regardless of your choice.

Your favourite child

y/n.”

The twin’s 18th birthday was spent with absolute love and madness.

Lee had unloaded his stash of butterbeer and firewhiskey, Fred had slipped Angelina with one of their new prank inventions- which changes the person into a sickly color of vomit green, a perfect way to ditch class or events.

Upon learning that the color would last for a few days and would only fade with the ingestion of an antidote, antidote that George said they still had yet to create. Angelina (understandably) threw cake at them. The Gryffindor chaser with perfect aim, hits its mark. However, Fred using his beater skills, instinctively blocks the incoming cake.

Resulting in a wide splat zone. Fred’s arm was covered in frosting, having sprayed everyone around him in whipped cream during the impact. George wasn’t safe too, despite being across from Fred, the rebounce of the cake had made him the new target.

You had just changed into your pajamas when a tapping sound came from your window.

Your family owl, Lanny, was outside carrying a large yellow envelope.

Quickly letting him in, you gave Lanny a gentle pat and brought out some owl treats for the tired bird.

Unscrolling the note tied to his leg, you begin to read.

“My dearest y/n,

My sincere apologies for the late reply, it’s been quite hectic at work.

In regards to your favour, you need not worry. Everything is taken care of. I had met with the landlord of Number 93 Diagon Alley and had all the documents settled. I had also gone and checked to make sure the two lads aren’t being ripped off. Fred and George had picked a nice prime location.

Greet them a happy birthday for me alright? And tell them that I look forward to witnessing them succeed in their endeavors.

They would undoubtedly be bringing a lot of much needed joy into these darkening times. The people would be thankful for them.

I also had Lanny bring the twins’ copy of the Lease Agreement.

I can’t wait to see you all soon.

Much love,

Papa.”

~

Fred was grateful that their friends had retired into the night, leaving him and George to sulk into the dreadful reality.

“We were this close Georgie, this close!” Fred winced, pinching his fingers close without touching.

“I know but there was nothing else we could have done.” consoled George but even he himself was having a hard time. Number 93 was the perfect location for their joke shop. But now it’s gone.They are back to square one, scouting for locations.

“Fred! George! There you are! I have great news!” You yelled, not caring if you could wake up the other students.

“Oi Y/N! Be careful!.” Even in a bad mood, Fred Weasley couldn’t help being protective.

You banged the envelope on the table. “Surprise! Happy Birthday! From papa and I.”

“Another gift?” wondered George.

“So you don’t want it then?” You challenged, crossing your arms. You tried to look intimidating but the pajamas weren’t doing any good. “Cause I bet a hundred galleons that you’d shit your pants if you were to reject it.”

“That confident eh?” Smirked Fred, taking the contents of the envelope out. “ What do you think is so grand that Georgie and I would---BLOODY HELL! Y/N!” Fred kept looking down at the paper and up to you, unbelieving.

“What is it Freddie?” asked George leaning over to read whatever it was that left his brother speechless.

Re: Lease Agreement

Mr. y/l/n has submitted his endorsement to Mr. Fred Weasley and Mr. George Weasley.

The turnover of the leasing property of Shop Number 93 Diagon Alley would begin on April 1st …..

“Oh My- Y/n? Is this real?” George whispered, afraid that if he were any louder this dream would end.

“Yes, absolutely, 100%.” You affirmed. “The shop is yours! Opff-”

George embraced you tight, catching you off guard. You could feel your right shoulder getting wet. “Heyya big guy, don’t cry.” Running a hand up and down his back.

“But how?” Fred with brows creased was still stuck in a trance, you could see the paper shake in his grasp.

“You left the agreement noticed a couple of days ago. I might have accidentally read it. George said to not let you know cause you might get angry-”

“YOu KNEW?!?”

“George only knew I saw the paper. Nothing else.” You defended. “I thought i might try and help, so I called in a favour with papa. You knew how much he was impressed with the Extendable Ear, so I mentioned if he wanted to back you up. I only got his reply just now, said he’d love to and got onto ironing out the paperwork and viola!” Pointing at the document. “Oh and he also said Happy 18th Birthday, looking forward to your success and the people would be thankful for bringing a lot of much needed joy into these darkening times.”

“Thanks Y/n but this is a lot we can’t possibly-”

You cut Fred off before he could say more. “Oh please, you have done countless things for me. And I know what you’re gonna say- but see you would do the same for me. Besides think of this as your first investors. We want to help. We see your potential, we know you two, Fred, George, are gifted with bringing laughter and joy to people with your inventions."

"Thank you, truly y/n and to your dad too." Fred admitted, opening himself up. "No one's really backed us up with our inventions before, we've been always told off for being childish. It really means a lot."

“Hey, it’s the lease I could do.” You replied, causing the twins to chuckle immediately lightening up the mood.

It's great to see them relax again after weeks of stressing over the shop. Times might be changing but at least tonight, you got your best lads back.

~

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