#who knows because like what is chapter 3 going to be? yellow?? pink??

[foxmulderautism]

i am being silly.......cause why am i getting visions for lover boy chapters being "colour coded"

[loneliestluvr]

𝑻𝒐 𝑴𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒔 𝑰 𝑾𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝑮𝒐, 𝒊𝒊𝒊.

i. ii. iii.

Pairing: Eris Vanserra x Archeron OC

Synopsis: Caught up in a world of hollow grief for her people, her life, and her father, Blair Archeron is forced into a life under the light she wants no part of after ghosting through immortality since being Made. But what she finds, is not what she expects.

Warnings: beron😒, abuse in general(like triggering af please be warned), me being a rhysand hater, brief suicidal thoughts

Word Count: 4.1k— this took me all day to write(from 7-9 am and then 3-now please be thankful😞🙏🏼)

taryn thinks: YES I DID CHANGE THE NAME. IT FITS BETTER. I HAD NO IDEA WHERE I WAS GOING WITH THIS WHEN I STARTED. HUSH. i would like to choose this very moment to tell you there will be a happy ending and to say they WILL end up with babies. still unsure how many parts this will be though 💃🏼 im just a gorl. @readychilledwine this is my payment for that tamlin baby and domestic fluff(smut if you’d like) bonus chapter for lost bonds 🤗

There was glass shattered on the floor by the windows.

Eris’s head was down as he stood before his father, pieces of deep auburn hair hanging by his eyes as he tried not to move and tried not to let any emotion pass over his face. Just as Beron expected when he took his lashings— whether that be from a whip, his tongue, or his powers.

However indignant, the fact his father had chosen his tongue today was a mercy.

“You are insignificant,” Beron seethed, spit spraying from his mouth as he yelled. The deep, cruel, voice booming off the walls of his fathers study. “—a bastard, truly. A bastard because you surely can not be this stupid and be born of me. A worthless excuse for a first son.”

Eris kept his stature wane, making himself small for his father despite the fact he was a few good inches taller than the male.

Sometimes, he thought the High Lord’s need to belittle and denigrate everyone around him, raise his voice and grow violent, was driven by some sort of lust. For power, respect, whatever it may be. Something he lacked.

That maybe the fact he put energy into minimizing his court, his family, his wife even, was because he didn’t even respect himself. That he needed to create room for his anger and hatred by pushing others down.

What had happened to him that made him so cruel? Is this how his father had been to him? Was this love to him?

“How is it that we’ve only just learned there’s a fourth sister, Eris? Tell me,” Beron’s voice grew lethally quiet as he spoke and Eris forced himself to breathe, bracing mentally. “—tell me so I know who better to put on the throne instead of your pathetic fucking excuse of life.”

His words grated against his ears, voice tight and angry and again growing louder as he spoke.

Another glass was thrown, and shattered. Hitting the wall so close to Eris’s head that a piece flew at him, slicing across his cheek lightly. He barely moved.

The crystal thin enough, knife-like enough, that he felt the warmth of his blood start to slowly seep from his skin.

Like moisture collecting on the petal of a white poppy in the early morning dew when he sat in the meadows by the Forest House, Saydee’s head in his lap as he talked to the earth. A small reprieve from the chaos of the palace.

Eris was there, in his mind.

Petting his hounds grey coat as he whispered, just as he always did when the sun came over the horizon and woke for the day. Like he had since he was just a faeling sitting in his mothers lap as she did the same.

His mother had explained it so gently one morning, sat in the grass, about when the sun comes over the skyline to say good morning. Not to speak too loudly or too brash so that he didn’t startle the earth, because she too deserved kindness. The Mother.

So almost everyday for as long as he could remember, he sat in that meadow, lazing in the tall grasses as those vibrant hues of blue and orange and pink and yellow streaked across the sky— and he whispered to Her.

About his hopes and dreams that would never be fulfilled or sought after, talked of the life he wished to have. That he wished his own mother had. Asked for her days to be gentler, kinder, prayed on every wild dandelion he found, for someone to share his days with, to talk to— however boring.

And he had. He had his dogs, and he had the fields surrounded with the creeks that ran through their property, and he had the sky.

He wished he was there most of the time. So he created a place in his head, to escape in moments like this.

Acres of meadows, full of flowers and taller grass than he could dream of. Up to his hips, his bloodhounds disappearing beneath the blades as he strolled leisurely. Hands wading through the soft thicket. Sometimes he dreamed of others with him, his mother, Lucien, someone else.

Locked away that piece of himself to disappear into whenever being in his body became too much.

It’s where he had spent nearly fifty torturous years Under the Mountain, spending every waking moment protecting the female who had raised him for his father didn’t care to. Spending fifty years away from those grasslands and that beautiful savoy grandeur. His meadows.

Throwing stick after stick out into those pastures as he walked further and further, his best girl running every time he threw— chasing bunnies and jumping into the streams. Getting lost in his mind. When he knew it was morning, which was so very rare down in that dark and decrepit nightmare, he prayed. He prayed for some divine force to step in, for Her to save him and his family. To be kinder. The first time he cried and spoke his despair aloud, Feyre Archeron had come three days later.

Eris was deep in fern grasses as the blood dripped down his face, but he still did not move.

He hadn’t even taken his coat and finery off from Hewn City yet, having told his father he was coming from the lookout on the northern border. He didn’t bring attention to it.

He heard his fathers deep breath and the creaking of the chair behind his desk as he sat, maybe seeing reason now that the heady scent of his sons blood filled his study.

“You will go to Rhysand as soon as possible,” Beron started, pinching the bridge of his nose. Eris still didn’t look up, just blinked at the floor. “—do what you must. Find a way in, figure out what else those wretched girls took from us. I do not care if you kill or maim or whatever else takes your interest these days.”

His voice trailed off as if remembering something significant and Eris heard the wood groan again and then footsteps, his heart remaining steady despite the screaming that filled his head. Then he saw the polished toes of Beron’s shoes.

“You always were the smartest of my sons. So much like me, so brutal.”

Male pride laced those words. Eris wanted to throw up, he wanted to scream, and he did want to kill. He wanted to kill the man before him, wanted to kill the ruination that circled this court. That ripped its beauty from her chest, chewed it up, and spat it out.

But he did not move.

A hand gripped his chin, turning his face to the side and up. Eris let his eyes flick to his fathers face and saw the warning there.

“Where did you get this.” It wasn’t a question, Eris knew.

“I was playing with Saydee and tripped too close to a jagged rock, it cut me. It didn’t hurt.”

Beron released his chin if only to land a sharp slap on his other cheek and then immediately grabbed his face again. His grip burned, like molten ire, making the flesh of his cheeks dig into his teeth.

“Where did you get it.”

“I was practicing my swordsmanship with Brenton and he sliced me with his rapier, it was an accident. He got the proper punishment for hurting me.”

Beron released his son’s face and stepped back.

“Get out, don’t let your mother see you.”

Doubtless that the reason he wanted him gone was because he didn’t want his sons blood to drip onto those precious carpets.

Eris didn’t need to be told twice, so he walked. As calmly as he could until he got to his rooms, making sure to take the long way around and avoid where his mother was no doubt waiting by her own door to hear Eris’s footsteps walk by.

To know he was safe, or to know what his father did. Either way, he didn’t want her to see him like this.

Closing the door behind him, he finally loosed a breath, opening his eyes as he shucked off his jacket and draped it over the chaise by the hearth. Walking to his tray of decanters, lightly touching the blood on his face with one hand as he picked a bottle up in the other.

His scarred fingers came back crimson.

A slow boiling rage, like simmering sugar, filled his body. His muscles, gritting his teeth silently. Grip growing tight as he looked at that blood.

And then that was all he saw as the glass bottle shattered into the brick fireplace, sending the flames roaring and him stumbling back a few steps into the post of his bed.

He hadn’t noticed it was lit, vision glazed over.

He was breathing heavily, eyes wide as he watched the flames fulminate, casting an orange glow on his room and his face. So bright and wild he felt the heat from feet away as he watched the fire roar and gutter back down.

Eris thought that maybe he really wasn’t any better than the man that sired him at all.

Spring in Velaris was beautiful.

The mid-day sun warmed the air around the River House, a gentle breeze kissing Blair’s skin and ruffling through her curled hair.

She’d let her little sister braid it back this morning, a thin coronet that made a beautiful pleated flower on the back of her head. Though her loose bangs tickled her eyes, Blair thought she had looked rather pretty.

She wasn’t so outside of her body when she sat in the open air. And she felt… alright.

Though she would have preferred a fir to scale, as they allowed for easier climbing, but the willow she had found herself in made for a good view of Elain working in Feyre’s garden.

It was a welcome change from her window. Like there was no need to run away and hide in the forests of her mind, digging her own hands into the soul of the earth just to make sure her mind didn’t numb away.

She was almost laying down against the bark, the large trunk and spindling branches wide enough two people could have sat up here side by side. As uncomfortable as it may have been, the rough corking crust digging into wherever it touched through her pale yellow gown, it felt like home.

It’d been a week since Starfall at the House of Wind, almost a month since that all too brief introduction she had made to the world in Hewn City on Winter Solstice. Of Prythian’s world, at least.

Blair hadn’t expected anything for it, she had been there for a short half hour and had been… occupied the whole time.

Sometimes her skin still burned when she was alone. In the bath, when she stirred honey into her tea, late at night in the too cool sheets of her bed.

She’d felt her own since Hewn City, able to think and manage conversations, elating to Feyre and Elain and she quite enjoyed conversing with her little sisters now. But she still laid by the fire, night after night just to feel that warmth fill her.

But after that, after the surplus of gifts from their small gathering that followed, presents hadn’t stopped when the Solstice holiday ended— but they weren’t coming from her family.

Baskets and boards and chests and boxes were sent to Rhysand’s palace and then were brought to the House. Welcoming’s and courtiers from every place in Prythian it seemed, branching out to welcome her.

Well wishes, mostly. Some off-notes and letters, claiming that Blair Archeron’s beauty could be used to fix the rifts in this continent and between courts. That had been the most absurd one, a letter for Rhysand asking for her hand in marriage. He laughed as he read it to her, sitting by the window— knees tucked into her chest.

It angered her more than anything. That she was already a prize to be had, or that it was Rhys they were asking.

Slowly, as days passed and she spent more time outside breathing clear air, the anger grew. The realizations came in waves, of things she had missed, times where she should have spoke up and didn’t.

Resentment, frustration, shame, guilt.

She didn’t let it show, bottling it up and shoving it down. Killing the urges inside her to scream at everyone, to bellow and seeth and grow violent. Something so awake in her, gnashing and bloody teethed. The need to give into that voice in her head that told her to let it go.

That she needed to in order to go on, in order to have a sense of normalcy. That exploding was the only was to settle her bones. She felt particularly nasty towards Rhysand.

The betterment he had to achieve and grovel over, should grovel over, was stacked against the High Lord.

The anger was what took her the most, forcing her fingers to loosen the grip she had on her fork at dinner nightly as she listened to him ramble and laugh. Watched Feyre go on like she would not die having his child, closer and closer to being due.

She wanted to watch him bleed as her sister was going to.

Wanted to scream for all he had made Nesta do.

The entitlement.

But Blair buried it.

So she would glare to herself when he wasn’t looking, lip pulled back slightly and passed off as a twitch, before she took in what was sent as an attempt to woo her.

Blair had thought they were for Feyre in all honesty, before Cassian explained that it was bad luck. A few days ago when he walked with her along the Sidra— Elain had dragged her out and in return she made the Illyrian come with her— he had said it was a grim omen and wish of terrible luck to send an expecting mother gifts for a babe that hadn’t yet been born. To the fae at least.

She listened mindlessly. Noting the scent of her older sister that came from him in waves. She needed to talk to Nesta, and soon. A conversation was owed on both ends.

The thin parchment of the book she was reading scraped against the soft pads of Blair’s fingers as she leaned back against the large trunk of the willow.

Vines of cream wisteria flowing in the soft wind that sent the caps of her bell sleeves fluttering, watching Elain out of the corner of her eye as she dug her bare hands into the soil. Choosing not to use the enchanted gloves Lucien had gifted to her as she tended to the flower beds at the back of the house.

Despite the cool air surrounding Blair from the river flowing a few paces away, a warmth bloomed past her skin, not from the sun, but from something else, and her chest melted or sparked or roared as she saw a flash of deep auburn hair— walking towards where she was in the tree.

The second oldest Archeron’s brow furrowed so slightly. That scent— that heated mahogany and citrus, burning embers, floated to her on a soft wind and brushed through her hair in a soothing caress.

Eris’s hand skimmed along the brush of a white rose hedge as he strolled, his gait loose but strong. Blair kept her focus on the pages she was reading, but a sudden pounding in her heart had her unable to focus on any of the words.

She heard him approach, feet light and careless, she wouldn’t have heard it if she were still human. But with her new ears, the new senses she was still getting used to, she could.

The feet stopped, just under her, and Blair flipped the page. The thin and gauzy skirt of her dress draped and hung down the branch she lounged on, leg crossed over the other.

Eris cleared his throat then, and Blair could see his tall stature blurred in the peripheral of her vision. Hands tucked appropriately behind his back.

“I’m shocked Rhys let you come here, especially with my baby sister in her condition.” Blair said without lifting her head to look at him. Eris hid his smile by lowering his head. “Or should I be worried you’ve come to steal Nesta away? She’s not here, by the way.”

The words poured out of her mouth so quickly that Elain lifted her head in wonder, the same furrow as her older sister’s she’d seen play out in her face so many times. Rhys was standing with his arms crossed on the stone walkway when Elain looked to the back doors. Not pleased, but something willing.

“Now, smart, beautiful thing.” He tsked his tongue, amusement lacing every word. “I wanted to see you, and I told you that Nesta was not what I wanted anymore.”

Blair lifted her head at that, looking down at his wretchedly beautiful face and he smiled that wicked smile at her that spoke of pure sin. The level of her belief was in her eyes.

Whatever he offered that was big enough for Rhys to allow him to come to Velaris, she didn’t believe it would be just for her. Eris had given something to gain something— that’s what they all said of him.

“I told him I’d spoil our fun and tell my father of our plans or he could let me see you and I’d send a legion tomorrow for him to direct.” Eris added, as if reading her mind or face or body. She forced herself to keep looking at him.

“I could have met with you somewhere else.”

“Would you have? Left this place?” A raise of his brows.

Blair didn’t know, she didn’t know why she said it. Why her tongue just moved before she could think with him. Her eyes said as much and then a sudden, unknown, panic filled her and the life guttered so quickly from her eyes.

“It is safer here anyway.” Eris said lightly a few seconds later, followed by a quiet sigh.

There was a thin white gash along his cheek, almost healed, but it wasn’t there the last time she’d seen him. Blair remembered every inch of his face whether she wanted to or not. A face that followed her.

“No gift to try and sweep me into a marriage with you?” She said as gently as she could, face a bit flat.

“I thought I gave you one.” Eris smiled and at Blair’s squinted eyes, he continued. She closed her book and tossed it to the ground, narrowly missing him as it thudded to the ground. “Our dances, I did give you three I believe. Is that not the correct number in the mortal realm when a male is courting a female?”

The female blinked down at him, pausing as she swung her legs over the side of the branch, face drawing ever tighter and then she couldn’t control it.

It was the wording that sent her laughing she supposed. The sound rich and full of life, not empty and deserted or even strained, a song that skittered over Eris’s skin. Soft and silky as a fawn’s coat, gentle and easy as a gliding dove.

“I suppose,” Blair started, grunting slightly as she slid on her stomach— using the little strength she had in her arms to hold tight to the trunk she was dangling from. “—if we were in the mortal realm.” Blair panted slightly and Eris’s mouth formed a tight line as he watched the female struggling to climb back to the ground.

Her palms quickly formed indents from the grooves and bumps and ridges she clung to, nails digging into the wood.

“But,” Slipping slowly, trying to find a place for her dangling bare feet to land or stick to so she didn’t drop seven or eight feet right to the grass. The thin sleeves of her dress catching and snagging on sharp ribs in the bark. “—I so graciously have the rest of my immortal life ahead of me,”

“Would you…” Eris’s hands trail off as he watched, hands behind his back and head tilted.

“I have choices, to make—” Blair interrupted, toes splaying as she reached and reached for the next thing down but there was just nothing. “So I think it fair I take,” She huffed, hands slipping and sweating as she tried to grapple. “My,”

Eris raised an amused brow to her backside, arms crossing over his chest as he just watched. Her full body dangling there and then Blair yelped, right hand slipping and then she was falling with a gasp.

Eris was there a second later, large hands firmly gripping her waist as her knees bent over something. Scratching up her hands as she went, skin ripping on the rough bark and she grappled for anything. Body twisting.

It was Eris who caught her, who she tangled herself onto so she wouldn’t slam against the ground. Panting, heart beating, arms around his neck before she looked at him.

Blue, rust-flecked eyes met amber ones.

“Time.” She whispered, staring at his face. He’d caught her. She couldn’t tell if it was her pulse she could feel inside her hand, or his, as it held to the junction between his neck and shoulder. His eyes flicked down.

“Yellow was a choice, my dear Blair.” She scrambled from his arms, dropping another foot before touching the ground as she stood on her own again.

“I like yellow.” She spoke quietly, brushing her hands along her dress and halting when it streaked the fabric with a dirty red. Looking up at him with a breath, she crossed her arms instead.

“Beautiful as a rare star, then.”

Blair rolled her eyes.

“What is it you want, Eris?”

The male nearly fell to his knees at the look in her eyes, the sound of his name on her tongue for the first time.

Out loud, that is. He’d rewatched her beautiful lips play with it in his head for the past month, over and over. Kept it for himself, for when he was alone or bored or…

Eris feigned a pout.

“No polite courtier? I just saved you, my fair damsel.” He said, face serious until he smiled again and Blair started walking back towards the house. Rhys mouth twisted into a satisfied smirk as he watched.

“I do not need saving, the worst that would have happened was a few scratches or a bruise. I would have lived.” Even if she didn’t particularly care to. She didn’t say that out loud, though. But the despair seeped into something, she didn’t care enough to stop and think about the feeling.

“Mm,” He hummed, following behind her. “I suppose so.” He wanted to grab her, to touch and feel her beneath the flesh of his hands just because. Something inside his chest dragging him along behind her, he was not himself.

Blair just kept walking, right up the stones and the marble stairs off the back of the house, feet padding to the doors. Eris stopped at the steps where Rhys made him halt.

“Don’t let them hold you.” Eris called and she looked over her shoulder just briefly before flinging the doors open and disappearing inside the house that was warded off. Eris couldn’t follow after her if he wanted to.

“You saw her. For whatever reason you needed, she clearly did not have an interest in the same.” Rhys sighed, stepping in front of Elain subconsciously as Eris stood there— still looking into the House. “Now leave my city before I kill you, you know not to speak of this place to anyone.”

Eris was still staring after her when he disappeared in a rush of wind and warm light.

Elain looked back at the tree where her sister and the male had come through moments ago, only to find a particular trail of higher grass where Blair had walked and suddenly grown dandelions were blooming.

From the slam of the back door seconds later and the vacant yard that Elain was now left alone in, nobody else had noticed.

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[nethhiri]

Marooned: Chapter 43

Kid x FemReader x Killer

Warnings: Sex and violence (as always)

This one is a longer one bc I worked on it all week long. Hope y'all enjoy <3

Kidding Around

Killer helped you escape Kid's death grip in the morning so you could participate in the sunrise coffee ritual that you had established with him. It was clear that Killer was an expert after so long with Kid, switching you with a pillow that Kid then squeezed to himself. You stood on the bow with Killer, one of his arms casually around your waist. With him, silences weren't awkward. You watched together as the sun peeked over the horizon with its grapefruit-pink rays. They shifted orange then pale yellow as the dawn evolved. 

"What are your goals, Killer?"

"To make Kid king of the pirates."

"After that."

"I doubt Kid will want to stop pirating. Maybe we'll return to our hometown and turn it around. I could have a restaurant." Killer prompted, "And you?"

"I don't know anymore."

His hand squeezed your hip reassuringly. He had noticed that you stopped talking about your revenge as much and that you rarely checked your specialized log pose. He didn't think you had given up on it, just put it on the back burner. 

When the sun climbed high enough in the sky to clear the horizon, you squinted. There was a black shape. "Land ho!" You looked up to the crow's nest wondering who was up there. They weren't doing their job. You caught a glimpse of big, poofy, orange hair as Quincy darted away from the ladder, wearing just a robe, probably trying to avoid being seen before everyone woke up.

"That's odd. I thought Nu was on watch." 

"I think he had a visitor," you said with a cheeky inflection. That's cute. Quincy was with the other ginger on board, the one with the mohawk and tiny glasses. 

"Damn it. I told everyone to knock it off with that shit. They need to be alert."

"I would like to go on record to state I have never hooked up with anyone there."

"You haven't been up there with Wire then. He has a way of talking people out of their pants."

"WIRE?!"

"It's his secret talent."

"Has he....done that to you?" You bit your lip, eyeing him with curiosity. 

"Decline to comment." He headed towards the galley to start breakfast. "Come on. Everyone will be eager to eat and get off the ship."

This island was essentially neutral. There were pirates and marines alike, though the marines were few. They were probably only there to restock supplies. You smirked as you went by a group of them atop Mini's back, daring them to engage you as they stared wide-eyed at your jacket. They decided that you were simply an imitation. The real Sea Snake was dead, obviously. It would be unwise to put them down in public anyway, so you let them be. 

You had left before anyone could stop you, not that they would, but you didn’t want to be burdened with being dragged around for errands. Kid was quite disappointed when he couldn’t find you. He had gone into his workshop to see if there was anything he needed more of, and had finally noticed the small renovation you had done. He had wanted to take you with him while he did business before that, with the intention of ending up conveniently together just in time for dinner, and he wanted that even more now. Kid didn’t want to ask you on a date per se. He did want to be alone with you in a context other than the bedroom, however. You had been showing him favor lately and with the new information that you were similar to him in more ways than he thought, Kid felt more comfortable with the idea of getting close to you. Of course he didn’t like you like that. He simply thought you had potential to graduate from fuck buddy to fuck close friend.  There were a few things you wanted to purchase. First, though, you had been waiting for a chance to be in a more open area. It was very difficult to train with Mini on the ship, both because she was enormous and because you would break the ship. Plus, Mini could use a bit of exercise. Being cramped on the ship for too long wasn’t good for her. Mini walked until you were both deep in the forested part of the island, in a clearing. For several hours, until you were both out of energy, you practiced new skills and techniques. You flopped on Mini as she laid down, both taking a quick rest. 

Hunger woke you from rest. The sun was much lower than it had been when you had closed your eyes. Your nap went longer than intended. You felt very refreshed afterwards though, so you didn’t mind one bit. The two of you headed back towards the ship, Mini split off from you to return, while you kept going to find a place to eat.

Kid was in a bad mood. How hard was it to find a huge raging monster and a boar? All while he was taking care of some errands, he was keeping an eye out for you, but failed to catch a glimpse. Even when he came across the other officers, none of them had seen you either. The thought had crossed his mind that maybe you dipped on them, or worse, maybe someone had taken you. That thought bothered him more than he thought it would. Actually, the longer the day went on without finding you, the more he dwelled on it. He growled to himself, frustrated that he couldn’t shake you from his mind.

You found yourself in a dimly lit, grungy bar. Every man who initially approached you turned tail as soon as they saw your face, whether it was from your stank eye or from your scars, you didn’t know. You were leaned back with your feet kicked up on the table and a beer in your hand, somewhat tucked in the corner of the bar. You liked privacy and you liked being able to see the entire room, no need to look over your shoulder. 

The door swung open, a big red ogre behind it. He looked pissed and stomped straight to the bar. You were surprised Killer wasn’t with him, or anyone for that matter. You called a waitress over and handed her a note to deliver to him. You were going to send him a beer but the bartender put one down in front of him before he even asked. The waitress handed the slip of paper to Kid and scampered away, which was probably for the best since he whipped around angrily to see who sent the note. His eyes didn’t soften, but they did brighten when he saw that it was you. 

“What crawled up my ass?” Kid crumpled the note and threw it at you. He grabbed a chair and dropped his body into it across from you. “YER the one who crawled up my ass.” He pointed in an accusatory way.  Your eyebrow twitched up. “Me?” You looked him up and down. “If I was in your ass, you wouldn’t look so mad. I promise you that.” 

“Shut up.” Kid rolled his eyes. “I’ve been lookin for ya all day. Thought ya might have got stolen.”

“Bet you would have loved if someone took me off your hands.” You have him a questioning look. “But why? Need me for something?”

Kid reached across the table and tugged your collar. “Nah, yer mine now, girlie. They would have ta take ya from my cold, dead hands.” He grinned so big it almost split his face in two. “And that’s not happenin.” 

That made your heart quicken. You looking into his amber eyes, hiding your soft spot for him. “You still didn’t answer the question.”

”Ah, well,” Kid didn’t have a great excuse. He wasn’t going to tell you the true reason. “Was gonna see if ya wanted to spar with me.” What a dumb fuckin lame-ass excuse. Idiot! 

You shrugged. “Sure.” Weird that something as small as simply wanting to spar upset him earlier. There was definitely more behind it. 

“Really? I mean good.” He swirled the beer around in his mug.  There was a bit of an awkward silence. 

Clearing your throat, you mentioned, “I have some things to do first. Didn’t get to em today.” You tapped your fingertips on the table. “Was gonna ask Heat to come with me cuz I need more clothes and he’s good at picking outfits, but I guess you could come.” You quickly added, “If you want. Because it’s just easier that way.” The dim lighting hid the blush on your face. 

“Ha! I’m way better at picking outfits than Heat.” Kid leaned back in his seat and crossed his arms.

”Real outfits, Kid,” you warned, “Not lingerie.” 

“Yeah yeah. Real clothes. Whatever.” He waved you off, cursing you mentally for putting images of you in lingerie into his head.

You both sat and drank your beers, Kid propping his feet up on the table as well. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw him stare at you a few times. What’s that about? Your ears perked up when some very drunk man was asking about how someone disabled could be a pirate, assuming they were talking about you with your missing eye. It was clear who they were talking about when he made a joke about an unarmed pirate captain.

It did tick you off when people talked about your imperfections, but fuck did it have you seeing red when you realized it was directed at Kid. You could tease him and make fun of him. You would NEVER bring his involuntary amputation into it, however. That was crossing a line. You don’t even think he heard it, judging from his lack of reaction and how he looked at you in confusion as you got up from the table. You didn’t feel like behaving tonight. There was an itch for violence that you needed to scratch. Maybe defending Kid was just an excuse to let some steam off. He certainly didn't need you to defend him.

”Wanna say that again?” You stood at the man’s table, palms resting flat against it.  The man grimaced when he saw your face. “What? You defending your cripple boyfriend? Seems about right an ugly cunt like you would be with him.” 

“It seems that you don’t know who either of us are.” You smiled at him and his companions. Anyone who had heard of Eustass Kid would know that he was far from incapable with one arm. “That’s cute. You must have been on the sea for what? Five minutes?”

The man’s companions laughed nervously as he kept up. “Bitch, if you’re not gonna take that prosthetic out and let me skull-fuck that butchered face, I would get lost.”

You reached up and pulled your log pose from your eye socket, rolling it around in your fingers. Faster than he could react, you grabbed his hair, slammed his face on the table, pulled it back up, and shoved your eye into his mouth as far back as you could push it. “Swallow it.” His eyes were wild and he clawed at the arm holding his hair. “I said SWALLOW IT.” 

He gagged and choked, holding his throat, before gasping for air. “WHAT THE FUCK?” His eyes were watery as he stared at you with bewilderment. 

“Actually, I’m gonna need that back.” You grabbed a steak knife from the table and grinned at him.

”No please…” The man was sweating, scared shitless.

“Apologize to him.” You pointed at Kid, who was still relaxed in his seat, enjoying the show. 

“I-I’m sorry, S-sir.”

”Eustass Kid,” you corrected.

The man’s eyes widened with realization, that he fucked up big time. He started to plead for his life almost immediately.

You thrusted the knife into his stomach and tore it open. “Unfortunately, I do still need that.” His hands tried to grab yours away but kept slipping from the blood. His screams were really fucking up the atmosphere of the bar. You pushed into the open wound with your hand, searching for your eye. “Skull-fuck, huh? You’re lucky I don’t have a dick or I’d fuck you right in this warm, wet hole of yours.” Your hand found what it was looking for and retrieved the small orb. Dunking it in his companion’s beer, you cleaned it off and stuck in right back where it belonged. 

His two companions, trembling and trying not to catch your eye, dragged him off, leaving a trail of blood behind. He might live. You thought about cutting his arm off since he had such nice things to say about Kid’s amputated limb, but what you did was much more satisfying and cruel. 

You felt a metallic arm pulling you into Kid’s lap. “Yer so fuckin hot when ya get like this,” Kid growled in your ear lowly.

You grabbed his beer, having finished your own, and chugged the rest of it. “This bar sucks. Let’s go somewhere else.” You trailed a finger down his exposed chest. “I feel like fucking some shit up.”

Kid’s signature laugh rang out through the bar. “Then let’s fuck some shit up.” He grabbed your chin. “How could I say no to a bonnie lass like yerself?” 

You made a fake retching noise. “Quit with that flattery bullshit.” Kid didn’t have to do any of that. If he wanted to fuck, you were down. “I’ll fuck you later.”

Kid frowned as you took his hand and dragged him out of his seat. He meant what he said. Of course, he wanted to fuck, too. Beside the point, you let Killer say nice things about you, but you didn’t take Kid seriously and that bothered him. 

You and Kid started a fight with anyone that looked at you sideways. Kid held someone still for you to beat up and you did the same for him, laughing maniacally as you did so. Alternating between knocking someone’s lights out, getting sloshed at different bars, and making out in dark corners, the two of you ended up walking to the very edge of the island. There wasn’t much else but beach here. You had no idea what time it was and no idea how you were still standing. Kid supported your weight as you walked through the sand in an incredibly unsteady gait. There was a piece of driftwood that was just big enough for you two to sit on. You leaned heavily against Kid and he put the excess fabric of his coat around your shoulders. 

For how drunk you were, Kid was impressed with how you deftly undid his belts and snuck your hand into his pants. It was known by now that arousal came as a package deal with your aggression. His thick shaft hardened quickly under your hand, happy to oblige whatever needs you had. Kid let his head fall back, enjoying the feeling of your small hand struggling to jerk him off. He let out an impatient huff when your hand started to slow, before stopping altogether. His amber eyes flicked to where your hand was limp around his cock and your head rested in his lap. “What the fuck?” That bitch fell asleep. Kid groaned. It was feeling so good too. He swallowed thickly. You clearly wanted to give him a handy, so there wasn’t anything wrong with helping you finish the job, right? He stuck his own hand down his pants and enveloped yours with his grip, tightening your hold on his cock. The feeling of doing something just a little bit wrong and in public to boot, sent a thrill right to his balls. He finished himself quickly with your hand, his pulsing cock emptying into it with a grunt. Kid snickered to himself with the thought of you waking up with your hand dried shut.

Kid had already pissed you off, not because your hand had been glued shut with his cum, which was admittedly funny, but because he had to put his two cents into every single thing you looked at. You wanted a second weapon to dual wield. You loved your gunblade and it was versatile though it still had limits. Every weapon you picked up, Kid chided you for picking something so low quality. You were deeply regretting inviting him along. You picked up a curved sword to inspect the blade.

”Shit metal. Shit craftsmanship.” Kid’s arms were folded and he looked just as annoyed as you did.

You finally stood toe to toe with him, pressing your finger to his sternum. “If you think everything in this town is shit, why don’t you make me something useful. Impress me, magnet boy.” 

“Magnet man.” Kid unfolded his arms. “Fine. I will. And it’ll be so good it’ll blow yer tits off.” He went to flick your nipple but you slapped his hand away.

After perusing possibly every weapon this town had to offer, you moved on to your next task: clothes shopping. Kid had actually picked out some tasteful outfits. He did manage to sneak a few, more risqué items in, though they were cute so you did entertain the idea of buying them. You also found a little outfit that Kid agreed Heat would be enamored with. You found a few more things, including some more bold choices, since you wouldn’t fit in without at least one pair of stupid ugly pants. You threw everything into a pile and returned with your normal clothes on. When you went to pay, the man behind the counter said that your boyfriend had already paid.

It shouldn’t piss you off but it did. “I told you to stop doing that shit.” You jabbed Kid’s side and grabbed the bag from his hands. 

“Doing what?” 

You couldn’t even say it without getting embarrassed. “You know.” You held the bag up. “The compliments and … nice gestures.” You huffed. “It’s weird. We’re not…anything.” Kid was just your fuck buddy, nothing more. No feelings were involved, or that’s what you told yourself. 

Kid knew that was true, though he thought he might want to be something to you. “Didn’t say we were. I can’t do something nice?”

”You’re Eustass Kid. You’re not nice.” 

“Whatever. Ungrateful hag.”  “Thank you. Much better.” You smiled at him.  Kid grumbled and complained for the rest of your shopping trip, eventually dragging you to a street vendor to eat since he was getting progressively more hangry. This time you paid, insisting on it to make yourself even with him. You both got some kind of saucy meat on a stick and found a tree to sit under. Kid wolfed his down in about a minute while you took a few more to finish yours. 

“What?” You said sharply, noticing Kid snickering at you.

”Yer a messy eater, ain’t ya?”

You froze as he used his thumb to wipe sauce from your cheek, popping it in his mouth. You huffed, mostly to avoid blushing. 

Kid seemed like he had something on his mind. “About the other night…”

”I won’t mention it. Don’t worry.” You knew he had a reputation to keep up.  “I was going to thank ya.”

”Oh. It’s not a big deal.” You sighed. “Listen I know what I just said, but it is refreshing to see that you’re not always a giant dickhead.”

He made a noise of acknowledgment. “We both loved her. Victoria. It was a child’s crush, but it was real enough to both of us at the time.” He had heard Killer explain some of it to you that night. 

”I never had anything like that.” 

“Would ya like to?” 

It was only human to crave affection, and you would be lying if you said you hadn't thought about it before. It would be easier not to have attachments holding you back. It may also make your life less depressing. There were pros and cons to each side. You never got far with the notion since there was no one you had been interested in on that level, or any level. 

Kid mistook your extended silence for offense. “In general. Ya know. Not … with me.” Unless she wants me like that. He let his voice trail off.

“That would complicate things.” You pulled your knees up and rested your head on them. 

“But it might be worth it.”

"Was it worth it to you?" 

Kid knew you were referring to their past with Victoria. "Aye." No matter how much it tore him up some days, he wouldn't trade it. As Killer said, you had to go through certain things to be who you were today, and Kid liked who he was and what he had in his life currently.

After dropping your bags at the ship, you walked with Kid towards the clearing that you and Mini found. A few minutes passed, filled only with the sound of chirping birds and leaves shifting against each other in the breeze. Your hands swung close enough to each other that you could feel the wind from Kid's hand. “I saw that ya missed me enough to connect our spaces again.” Kid teased. He couldn’t take the stretch of silence, not after the slightly down conversation from earlier, and he hadn’t yet gotten to mention that he noticed the change.

”Hypothetically, what if I were to say that I enjoy your company… occasionally.”

“I would say that of course ya do. Everyone enjoys me.” Kid had a smirk on his face, yet underneath, there was a big goofy grin threatening to break through ad your admission. 

“Mhm.”  “Hypothetically I enjoy starin at yer ass when yer workin,” Kid offered. 

”That’s not a hypothetical.”

The clearing was empty. It seemed as though no one else had found your spot. It felt odd to square up to Kid for a fight where you weren’t trying to kill each other for real. The agreed on rules were no use of devil fruit, but weapons were fair game. You could end the fight with one touch of your hand with your devil fruit, which is why you didn’t want to use it.

Standing across from Kid, you could appreciate his stature, broad shoulders, strong physique. He wasn’t cut like Killer was. There was a bit more meat to him, filling out his stomach in very pleasing way. You had to stop yourself from dwelling on it, or this was not going to be a fight at all. 

Kid came at you first. Normally you used your speed to dodge and land an attack in an opening. This time you blocked him. He did the same thing to your punch. It filled you with a sense of pride that you could match him in strength like this. The hits from his metal arm hurt worse. It wasn’t a conscious choice, but both of you had started by holding back, not completely willing to hurt the other. The competitiveness between you, however, quickly caused you to start putting your full weight behind everything. You could hear Kid growl as you narrowly avoided his fist, which instead splintered a tree trunk. You used the opportunity to land a kick in his side. He wheezed for a second before coming after you again. A big sweeping motion with his metal arm took you by surprise, knocking you to the ground. Using the momentum from rolling, you hopped back up in time to miss another attack from Kid. 

The taste of blood was in your mouth. It seemed he had split your lip. You licked the red liquid decorating your mouth, steeling yourself to get more serious. Pulling out your gunblade, you shot several times in seemingly random directions. It was habit not to shoot at Kid since his devil fruit could deflect bullets. Large branches from the surrounding trees fell around him in a way that made it difficult to dodge them all and forced him to remain in one space.

You followed right behind the branches, taking a running leap at Kid’s back. Before you could press your blade to his throat, he shed his feathered coat that you were holding on to, causing you to fall in an ungraceful way. You had to quickly roll to dodge Kid’s next attack. He had taken out his own gun and sent a bullet into the ground you had just occupied. 

Kicking out forcefully in Kid’s direction, you connected with his leg, destabilizing him enough that you could launch yourself from the ground to tackle him. He was quick to prevent you from getting him into a grappling hold. Kid grabbed your wrist and slammed it on the ground, forcing you to release your grip on your gunblade. In a flash he had both your wrists caught and your legs pinned under his own. Kid held his head back, knowing that your counter would be to headbutt him. 

The afternoon angle of the sun bounced orange rays from your fiery eyes, the light glistened off the thin sheen of sweat on your Y/S/C skin, and it lit your hair up like a flame, the way it was wildly strewn behind you only enchanted the effect. Kid was entranced by the heave of your chest as you caught your breath and the playfully aggressive gaze fixed on his own face. Red caught his attention, blood spilling slowly from the cut in your lip. Suddenly, he was transfixed by the crimson bead, lowering his mouth to meet yours, sucking the iron-tinged from your lower lip. A silvery thread of saliva connected you as he pulled away. He searched your face for any sign to stop and found only molten desire. 

There was a tangle of limbs, hands weaving through hair, sloppy wet kisses, and indecent sounds. Kid's weight pressed against you and his grip keeping you in place had placed impure thoughts in your mind even before he tasted the blood on your lips. That served only to add fuel to the fire burning deep within your core. Deep down you were mad about this weakness, the intense sexual chemistry you had with Kid. In this moment, you were in thrall to it, insatiably grabbing any part of him you could reach. 

A nervous clearing of the throat alerted you both to the presence of Pomp and Reck. Kid grabbed the gun he had knocked from your grasp and you pulled his from his bandolier, both sending a warning shot in their direction. 

"FUCK OFF!" You roared in unison, sending them racing off toward town.

"Can't. Get. Any. Fuckin. Privacy." He said between shoving his tongue down your throat. 

You could feel Kid's cock grinding into your thigh as he hastily ripped your pants down to your knees. You spread your thighs apart as far as the restricting fabric allowed to give Kid's hand access. His flesh fingers wasted no time finding their home in your dripping core, one after the other were inserted impatiently. The stretch as his fingers scissored your opening wider had you groaning into his mouth. Kid eagerly devoured the intoxicating noises slipping from your lips, each one causing his tip to drool. 

"Kid, I ngh-need it. Now." You panted out. 

"Yer not ready yet." 

"I don't care." You grabbed his dick through his pants. "Give it to me before I take it myself." 

Kid slipped a third finger inside, earning another sweet set of sounds from you. "Look at ya, rotten brat. Givin orders to me." He thrusted his fingers a few more times before removing them completely. 

You whined at the empty feeling. "Please." Your thighs rubbed together for friction. 

"Ya want this fat cock?" Kid freed said beast from the confines of his pants, stroking it slowly to give you a show.

You nodded vigorously, freeing your legs from your pants.

Kid pulled your soggy panties to the side, lining himself up with your slit and pushing his dripping mushroom head between your glistening folds. You wrapped your legs over his hips and pulled him inside yourself until you were completely full. Truthfully, Kid would have loved to drag this out and tease you a little more, but your wanton craving for him was really turning him on and there was no doubt someone else from the crew would come interrupt again soon. Kid's metal hand was big enough to wrap under you, holding your body in the palm while the thumb rested over your pussy. The cold metal against your clit was electrifying and you hissed through your teeth when Kid applied pressure. 

"Ya like that?" Kid moved his hand, effectively using you as a human fleshlight. "Yer gonna love this."

A cry of pleasure was ripped from your throat as Kid continued this movement, grinding his cock into your cervix, and added a low vibration with his devil fruit directly above your clit. With barely a warning, an orgasm crashed over you, making you shriek even louder. Kid narrowly held his own release back feeling the gush and pulsation of your climax. He continued to move you up and down his shaft, increasing the vibration in his thumb. The first orgasm was barely over before the second one overcame you. 

"Oh f-uck yes." You moaned. "Use m-me!" 

Kid's pace was erratic. The way your cunt gripped him with its gushy walls was enough to milk his balls dry. "That's right," Kid growled. "Yer my personal cock sleeve. Ya can't get enough of my cum can ya?"

"F-fill me up, C-Captain." You hand pressed down on the thumb of his metal hand, feebly attempting to grind your clit against the vibrations. 

Kid snickered, helping you out by increasing the pressure. Purple energy crackled around your collar as he tightened it around your neck. Your moans were raspier now, though just as needy. "That cunny of yers is suckin me in. She wants my cum so badly, aye?" 

You nodded your head, saliva pooling at the corners of your mouth, unable to swallow. Black tinged the corners of your vision. Your mouth formed a silent cry as Kid tightened your collar further, using you to get off. You twitched and trembled, a final orgasm taking you over. The tingling warmth enveloping you in a bath of endorphins. You were fully caught in your own pleasure, so much so that you missed Kid doubling over you, releasing a cry of his own as he emptied himself into you. He used your body to pump every last drop from himself. 

You gasped as he released his power, sucking fresh air into your lungs to quell your burning muscles. Kid removed himself from you and laid you down flat, pushing your legs back to admire his seed dripping from your hole. He wiped the drips with his fingers and pushed it back inside you, pulling your panties back over your cunt and giving it a pat. 

"Keep it all in, bunny, or I'll have to fill ya up again."

"Yeah? Not much of a threat is it?" You found your pants and dusted yourself off.

As soon as you had your pants on, Kid slung you over his shoulder and cracked your ass with his hand. "No talkin back."

About halfway back to town, Kid let you walk on your own two feet. "Can ya walk or are yer legs still jelly?" He kept his hands hovered above your shoulders in case you fell over.

You grabbed his coat for support. "I'm good." You thought he had picked you up to be an asshole. Was he trying to be helpful? You didn't complain this time. Your legs had been jelly. 

Kid took note of your hand moving from his coat to hold onto his arm. He let it stay. You only removed it when Heat stared at it too long, not even aware that you had still been holding onto Kid. There was an immediately coolness where his warmth had been, and the urge to keep holding him close surfaced. Kid had been thinking the same thing. He liked feeling your weight on him, feeling you rely on him. He wanted you to rely on him more and trust him with yourself.  

Next Chapter

[honeysorwell]

Two hearts can fix everything 

Pairing: Wilhemina Venable x fem!Reader 

Word Count: 1,3k

Tag list: @paulsonix​​ @d14n4ol​​ @harknspet​ @strawberryshorttcakkee and if any of you want to be added just let me know!

Summary: Wilhemina Venable. A strange name, but one that has never caused a stir in the redhead's life. However, when a new coffee shop opens near Kineros Robotics, her unusual name is what brings Wilhemina and Y/N together. Charmed by Y/N's sweet smile, Wilhemina doesn't have the courage to correct the barista when she spells her name wrong every time the redhead orders a coffee and, as time goes by, a feeling grows in Wilhemina's heart and she is tempted to almost add an I and an L to her register.

But one day, this little misunderstanding has to end.

A/N: Hello! i'm back with something new! 

fuck… I miss good fanfiction, so I got inspired and finally fell ok with writing again for this social network after all this time, and nothing better than writing about this pretty redhead who lives in our hearts... 

I have in mind five chapters to this fanfic (to be really specific), but if you all like this I can extend the fanfic to 7 or 8 chapters, just like I did with (a very unprofessional) game changer . 

As I said last time, English is not my first language so something might sound strange, but as always, I did my best.

Anyway this is basically a coffee shop au (mix w 5 times +1) were the cute barista keeps mispelling the other persons name but it's been too long now so the person don't even know how to tell them that without it being 100% awkward BUT happy ending included! And they are cute!! 

Enjoy!

Synopsis of the story + Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5

Chapter 1

The first time that it happened, Wilhemina was supposed to go home after a really long day of work, because she couldn't be more irritated on a Monday. Jeff and Mutt started the week smelling like cheap booze and both extremely tipsy, stumbling between the rooms of Kineros Robotics while laughing for no reason at all. Even though the redhead knows that their brains are absolutely useless for anything, she still finds herself getting irritated by their lack of professionalism. And this irritability gives her a headache right away.

The redhead took an antibiotic for the pain, even though her back wasn't bothering her, silently and uselessly wishing that the relaxing medicinal effect would be directed at the throbbing pain in the middle of her forehead. Her primary instinct is to simply get into her car and go home, but as she leaves the building where she works, a sign shines in the sunset across the street and consequently catches Wilhemina's attention.

The sign had been ready for a few days now, full of green plants and eye-catching flowers to the point that the redhead believed it was a flower shop. But now it is clear, thanks to the colorful and festive letters that basically scream “Gardenhouse Coffee”, that it is a coffee shop.

And the redhead simply knows that she will not like it there.

Wilhemina can see, just through the ornate glass of the colored windows, that this is not the kind of place she frequents. It is a mix of shades of green, yellow, purple, pink and blue that contaminate the redhead's vision. She knows that she cannot call it ugly, because even though it is confusing it does not seem ugly. It is just not for her. Definitely not for her.

But when the redhead's headache worsens, as a reminder of her current situation, Wilhemina imagines that, perhaps, there is no harm in visiting the place. After all, the cause of her headache could be the lack of coffee in her day. It made sense since she did not drink coffee in the morning and also did not stop her work for it at any time during the day.

And suddenly, getting rid of this pain quickly turns out so important to Venable that she crosses the street and enters the coffee shop right away.

The inside is not as bad as the facade. There are wooden tables with several plants in different colors, but with green and brown staying everything seems to make more sense. The place is busy, but everyone is already seated at their respective tables and engaged in parallel conversations, and knowing that she doesn't have to wait for anyone to place her order or stand under the gaze of strangers while waiting for a measly coffee makes Wilhemina calmer.

The coffee shop is not as small as Wilhemina imagined looking from the outside, and part of the redhead is surprised to discover that only one woman works there. She wears a light brown apron with some plants printed on it, as well as the name of the coffee shop and a name tag.

Y/N.

The name is written clearly, in a size acceptable to be seen from a distance and with beautiful handwriting. But what really catches Wilhemina's attention is her face. Y/N has bright eyes and a smile that seems to shine in the middle of the coffee shop, as if she were a being oblivious to all the evils of the world. And Wilhemina almost gets scared when her eyes shine with a kind of natural affection directly in her direction.

“Hello, welcome to Gardenhouse Coffee! How can I help you?”, her voice is also soft, full of joy and Wilhemina can’t decide if she likes it or not.

“Just the menu.”, the redhead didn’t mean to, but her voice came out less inviting than she anticipated.

“Here. Just let me know if you need anything, or if something on the menu is confusing.”

“I believe I can find myself on a sheet of paper. Thank you.”

Y/N doesn’t answer her, just nods and focuses her gaze on her own counter, as if looking for something to do besides looking at the redhead. When Venable focuses her gaze on the menu, she notices that the names are absurd. Full of lame puns, or ingredients that are not very inviting to her, and Wilhemina has absolutely no time for any of that, especially when her head starts to hurt again. So, she doesn't bother to look at the entire menu to turn her attention to the waitress in front of her.

"I'll just have a strong coffee, medium size. Black, no sugar or anything else.", as the words slip past her lips, Wilhemina slides the menu to the counter again, and as she does so she can see that Y/N notices that she is not available for any silly conversation in the middle of this sale, and the redhead feels grateful for that since her head continues to hurt more and more with each second.

"It's on its way! What's your name?", the waitress's smile is there again, but the question confuses Wilhemina.

Why does she want Wilhemina's name if she is the only one inn line there waiting for a coffee? And honestly, a simple, regular coffee doesn't take long to make so there's no chance that Y/N will forget what to do or to who it is directed before it is ready.

The redhead thinks about being unpleasant and asking questions in a loud and clear tone for everyone to hear, questioning the attendant's IQ until the incessant smile disappears from her face, but her head is about to throb without pause so Wilhemina just answers quickly before watching Y/N work.

"Venable. Wilhemina Venable."

Maybe it would be better for her back to just sit down, because the idea of ​​the pain in the center of her forehead being accompanied by a much more unpleasant one in the middle of her spine made her saliva taste bitter. But sitting carefully in chairs that seem too low, and then having to get up to leave with the same care, both to avoid hurting herself and to avoid attracting curious looks, is so exhausting that perhaps the first option is actually the best on a comparative scale.

It's official, she prefers to stand and only sit down when she is really comfortable and without pitying looks on her, in her car.

Trying to use the time she has in a profitable way, the redhead takes her wallet out of her bag and then her card, but as soon as she looks up, she sees Y/N writing something down in a cup filled with a dark liquid that Wilhemina could swear is hers.

It really was fast.

The cup is handed to her with a sweet smile, and Wilhemina almost feels obliged to mirror it, even if it was with a slight robotic lift of her lips, but then she sees it.

Wilhielmina.

At another time, Venable would have stared at the striking and beautiful line of the barista's handwriting on the glass, or even the two drawn hearts that accompanied it, but the error in her name screams so loudly in her ears that she can barely think of anything else while staring at the hot drink.

If the redhead were living an ordinary day, her first reaction would be to complain to the person in charge and ask the bright-eyed barista if she was illiterate. After all: an I and an L, really?

But her head hurt so much, her body was really tired and crying out for a shower, and her knees were now tired of supporting her weight.

Wilhemina really just wanted to go home. And so the redhead just grabbed the cup and gave the barista a polite nod before heading out of that rainbow-shaped nightmare, not caring if Y/N had said a word to her.

After all, Wilhemina wouldn't go back there.

The coffee must be bad, so she doesn't care if her name is spelled wrong.

She wouldn't go back there anyway.

[someone-always-cares]

Progress update

Edit: laptop broke (hard drive issue), so thing will either be delayed a week or A Lot depending if my shit is recoverable. Back up your files regularly yall

Realised I should probably update yall on how things are going! Things are almost ready, just need to stich the book together together and finish a couple things, then I can order a sample of the book. I don't want to start the kickstarter until I have a book sample in hand that I'm happy with.

Admittedly looking like my original timeline isn't quite going to fit but such is life. its a close enough timeline so im not too annoyed just not in time to advertise it this weekend

to thank yall for your patience with this, here a sneak peek of the stickersheets made because I'm very happy with them and also because I just approved the proofs the manu sent me for those samples:

disclaimer: colours may vary depending on how the samples turn out (converting rgb to cmyk, my beloathed).

[id: two stickersheets, one of characters from chapter 1, and the other chapter two: chapter 1 sheets has: rami (civilian clothes), his whole team, tsunami, inkmaster, swarm, sound flood, and mori. as well as some smaller stickers: a sparkling wave, rami's logo, two diamond shaped sparkles, a small fireball, swarm's butterly, and three hearts with the ace, trans, and rainbow pride flags. chapter 2 sheet has: lewis and sound flood (both in civilian clothes), iris, faete, mindforce, and omen (super costumes). also several smaller stickers: mindforce's eye, a yellow and pink rose, a snowdrop, faete's sword, iris's notebook (with the words "stay safe"), a starry sky with city view, rami's hand holding a rose, and 5 blue pink and white hearts. end id]

also here's the cover (minus the blurb)

[id: image of the cover design, layed flat. aka the front cover is on the right side, back on the left, and the spin inbetween. designed to look like a corkboard with photos pinned to it, and red sring connecting things. on the back there are photos that are from various panels in chapter 1 and 2 (redrawn, specifically faete after transforming, cam readying her forcefield, lewis on the roof, and tsunami riding his wave. the back also contains enamel pins: a trans flag, an ace flag, and mindforce's eye. as well as the corner of a missing persons poster, a business card for "cullen's bowls 'n' bowls", and a blank sheet of notebook paper where the blurb should be. the spine has some starry washi tape with the title written on. the front has a piece of blue paper torn off at the end with the title on it, and stickers of a silver star and rami's logo. below is a large image of rami sitting in the water staring intestly at the viewer, light emerging behind him. around him, hands all strech out towards him, hands belonging to the significant character significant in chapters 1 and 2 of sac. end id]

so specifically what is left (no particular order):

spellchecking

adding page numbers to the bottom

finishing the rest of the not comic pages (aka the thank you note, about the author, deciation and the bit where im going to add names of people who pledged to the kickstarter) 75% done

character bios (admittedly optional i just want to do them)

bonus pages for art and sketches (i have collected all the art and sketches, its just deciding which ones to ue and which ones to save for next time because it makes more sense to put them with the more spoilery chapters 3-5 specific arts)

assembling these and sending a sample off to print

actually starting the kickstarter (once i have decived book sample back and am happy. i am not starting it without knowing 100% that i can fufill it right then and there)

(in the intrest of transperency: while these are all easy and mostly quick (aside from character bios. havent started that one yet), i also have some upcomign events that will have to take priority. that being a convention this weekend, next weekend, and my sisters wedding the weekend after (and the wedding gift, which is custom artwork of my sister and future brother in law. like a wedding painted but not on the day and also digital. so that will take up a bit of time after [another reason i wanted to get this done before then but ah well])

for real though one day i hope to be able to do art stuff full time because i am. so tired of doing a day job

also also there are versions of lewis and rami stickers in super outfits, they'll be seperate stickers

[id: drawings of lewis and rami, same as the stickers in the sheets, just seperate and in different outfits, the drawings have been placed close together, so it looks like thye're holding hands. end id]

you can make them hold hands :)

[evita-shelby]

They didn't know we were seeds

Chapter 19

Cw: Chester Campbell is his own warning, mentions of sex and male masturbation

@justrainandcoffee @emotionalcadaver @peakyswritings

Eva is not happy to find changes.

Clemens had been made to retire and in his place was the blue-haired daughter of Caesar Flickerman.

The mentor had met her before, seen her with bubblegum pink hair as a ten-year-old who was dying to meet her, as the piss yellow haired young woman emulating her father backstage in the 72 before going off to something called University.

Now 24-year-old Julia Pontia ‘Jewel’ Flickerman was at her doorstep with a new stylist ---Eva has had three or four of these after firing Tigris--- and a camara crew. The crew she knows, Cressida, Castor, Pollux and Messala. They had gotten assigned to her by the rebels to keep communication with the those in charge.

“I was so excited when daddy told me he’d found me a job! I couldn’t believe I’d be working with you!” she squeals clasping her lily-white hands-on Eva’s shoulders and even jumped in excitement.

Clemens wasn’t even old. He was only six years older than Eva, there was no way the retirement age of escorts was thirty-seven.

But Snow must’ve suspected something was up when a meat shipment to 12 was suspiciously heavier than it should’ve been. Luckily Jack hadn’t been escorting it there or he would’ve gotten caught.

Snow knows not to trust her; he knows someone on her team is part of the rebellion and only guessed half-right by removing Clemens. Only Clem hasn’t been the middleman in ages and his friendship with Livia goes as far back as their childhood.

“We shared the cabin with an Inspector Peacekeeper, such a bore with his ‘we provide order and civilization to the districts’ spiel.” The girl’s incessant chatter suddenly produces something useful. Thank goodness she was as loquacious as her parents; else Eva wouldn’t make good use of her.

Too well-known to fire, too ignorant to be a threat and Eva’s not in the habit of killing people despite her penchant for deadly tricks.

“Oh, really, I’ve never heard of such a division.” Eva doesn’t hide her interest; this was unheard of here. Jack said 2 and 1 one had them, snooping around keeping them in line and appearing all united for the Capitol.

He knew several, from his time as a shit-stirring teen and now as a gang leader. Eva heard of one in the Capitol on Luca’s payroll, but never met one in person.

“Inspector Campbell said they only assign them to districts for matters of utmost importance. I think it’s some rebel activity because of the Games.” Julia supplied readily wanting to be friends with her like some are with the mentors.

Eva should exploit that, for their advantage, but she knows there is a trap here somewhere. Snow wouldn’t have sent this girl here.

She’s gonna have to find time and a way to communicate safely in her presence. She may have to keep Jack away until they know what to do with her. Laurie loves talking about his dad, as far as the Capitol knows he only met him last year, but one wrong word from a babbling five-year-old could get them all killed.

Fuck.

They only have to keep Jewl away from the baby until they leave.

There is still another hour before the Reaping takes place in 10, all Reapings take place at noon. However geography makes it an hour after 12, 11, 8, 3 and 6. 10 and 9 have it at the same time, 2 and 1 has it an hour after theirs and share their zone with the Capitol, 4, 5 and 7 have it two entire hours after hers being the last ones.

She knows the Inspector won’t wait until the games are over to corner her, so when the old man finds her as Cressida readies her team.

“Miss. Smith.” The man does not wear a Peacekeeper’s uniform like the others, no he wears a tailored suit and a hat with that sinister and refined air that only a Capitol turd possess.

“Inspector, how are you finding 10?” Eva keeps things civil no matter that thing about him that makes her skin crawl. Cressida said he had a fearsome reputation and Pollux refused to remove his helmet out of fear. The best Rebel Catcher in Panem, Castor has supplied.

“In need of regulation and tighter security, I am sure you know why I am here, ma’am.” He speaks to her as if she’ll shake in her boots and spill it all, but he’s shit out of luck.

“Ah yes, the vanishing meat. Things have been so boring lately it’s the talk of every town. Even the villages in the south have heard about it and they live in the jungle.” Eva doesn’t mean to turn up the charm and flirt as if he were another client she had to schmooze, but alas its second nature to her. “If there is something I can help with, Inspector, please let me know.”

Better he thinks her a slut than a rebel.

Snow knows damn well what he’s doing, Jack’s going to have a difficult time coming to visit until they get rid of this pig. There was going to be something waiting for her at the Capitol, a punishment just for her.

“Places, everybody!” Jewel claps excitedly as the children selected for this year’s reaping are herded into place and beams at Matty who offers his arm to the blue haired girl like a gentleman. “Oh, lucky me, poor old Effie has told me horror stories about that Victor of hers.”

“I believe the matter will be settled before the Games end, ma’am. If it persists, be sure to expect me at your homes when you return.” The inspector tipped his hat and yet her peace of mind doesn’t return.

The farm has too much of Jack to deny his presence. Clothes, toiletries, a toolbox he brought from 2, candy and even pictures of them together that his sister developed in the privacy of her apartment.

They will have to up their game, if this man is a terrible as the crew says he is they are in deep shit. But at least 13 have gained needed substance and ensured their safety for when the time comes.

Despite Jewel accidentally dropping Hela’s name slip and mispronouncing Danilo’s name, the fact that they all leave in a train instead of the back of a peacekeeper’s truck makes the damn thing a success.

Cato is too much like he was.

Brash and arrogant, skilled and truly believing in all that glory bullshit. Jack had trained him, just like the kid before him. Both were the best in their class, but he lacks what the girl from 12 and even Jack did when he first one his games: a real need to survive.

Jack had not wanted to go to prison for driving a stolen car into a shop and vandalizing said shop. He had heard it was the easiest way to get into the games, but he hadn’t been told that it was because it was your only option if you had prior felonies and several other crimes to charge you with.

They didn’t expect him to win, they just wanted to keep crime down.

He was the spare, Laurie was always meant to be the Star of the Show.

Cato was the Laurie of his generation. His genes manipulated like his twin’s had been to produce the perfect victor too.

The kid was going to die. Just as Clove would too.

Jack pities the boy who thinks the papers they fill out for their burials are a useless formality. He doesn’t know he will die just like his twin did.

“Can we talk?” Eva approaches him when they are dropping off the paperwork for the tributes and he follows her to the supply closet they know is not recorded, and they will do their best to pretend they only fucked in there.

Better they believe they are two horny friends fucking each other’s brains out than conspiring against the government.

He hasn’t been able to visit as often as he had hoped, his pass had been marked as offline last time he tried. Then there was the investigation because of the missing crate his and Shelby’s men had gotten to 13.

Last time he saw his wife, he’d been promised she’d keep Paquito in his cage after the little fucker pulled on his earring with unmistakable glee. If he’d known the green bird was going to be a problem, he wouldn’t have suggested they get Laurie the bird he saw in the flea market.

That had been in June. Six weeks since he’s seen her, felt her and fucked her.

Six weeks ago, they began talking about a human addition to the family. He wants her off the roster and she claims her cards say their next one will be a girl.

“You have no idea how much I’ve missed you and Laurie.” Jack took her face in his hands and kissed her hungrily.

 Six weeks relying on his hand and that video in his helmet of them playing cop and rebel in her kitchen had him losing his mind right now.

“They sent an inspector.” Eva says in between kisses as she gives into the need for him. They’ve been too used to being together every two or sometimes three weekends at the farm, once a week when his badge worked.

“I’ll buy him off, what’s the pig’s name?” He knows most of the cops in poorer districts are easy to buy off, this one would fold like the rest.

His girl isn’t even helping him unbuckle his belt. The sooner he knows which crooked piece of shit is keeping him from his wife the sooner the victor can assure his wife it’s not as serious as they think.

They only have this game to make baby Isabel Nelson.

“Chester Campbell. Cressida says he is bad news. The one who tortured Pollux.” Those words have the same effect as a barrel of ice water.

Jack had never told Eva about him.

The man had been after Jack since the Victor had been a gang’s foot soldier for kicks. Campbell had collected every little thing on him and then goaded him into volunteering on the 60th reaping or going to prison for racketeering.

He was known for something else. Something his own mother thinks he doesn’t know.

The plea deal didn’t come free and the bruises on her neck didn’t come from a mugger.

There was no mistake in this: Snow was onto them.

[dejabluebabygirl]

I See You - Chapter 3

Miles Quaritch x Fem! Na'vi OC

Summary: Vira Te Wou Auhew’ite, an albino Na'vi and future Tsahìk of the Tayrangi Clan, The Ikran Riders of the Eastern Sea, keeps needing to save the demon Miles Quaritch at Ewyas command. When she's given a sign to try to teach him The People's way, both she and Miles struggle with their growing feelings for each other.

Authors note: Sorry this took so long guys, I don't love this chapter and it has been rewritten like 3 times and I just couldn't do it anymore. I also just got back from vacation to 99+ notifications and I'm floored but also too overwhelmed to go through them so I will be updating the tag list if there are any AFTER CHAPTER 4, which is going up tomorrow as an apology for taking forever. I do enjoy the next chapter so hope you guys do too!

PS I tried moving the taglist to the comments, please let me know if it doesn't work! This is my first time ever using tumblr, still learning!

Rating: T (last T chapter just FYI)

Warnings: Canon typical violence, strong language/swearing, mild mentions of mating/sex, depiction of animal birth

Words: 5820-ish, give or take a few.

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Chapter 3

Miles stayed up into the night, the albino Na’vi passed out beside him snoring softly on his shoulder, the hammock she worked on tirelessly draped over her small form and partially over his legs. Anyone else and he probably would have shoved them off him but he let her and the mess of white-blonde hair stay put as he watched the fire smolder down to ashes. 

Why did he touch her hand like that? He’d been interested in watching her experiment with his had, she wasn’t scared of his pinky, she found it fascinating, found him fascinating. Miles saw no fear in her like the other natives had for him, except that time he’d pushed her up against the tree.  She even liked hearing the stories about humans l, Bridgehead city and earth, curious little thing she was. Her orange eyes lit up sometimes like he was talking about magic. 

But he had no explanation even to himself why when she'd put their palms together he’d folded his large hand over her small pink one. Reflex? It had felt right when she lined up her little hand, it was something maybe his grand pappy had done once when he’d gone to visit as a kid. It was something he felt boarded on affection. Couldn’t be having that. He told himself he was just trying to make her happy so she wouldn’t run home. Swore to himself he’d be damned if he ended up like Jake Sully, abandoning his people for some local tail.

The thought did cross his mind briefly that he was even less human than Sully had been when he’d taken a Na’vi mate, he’d merely been an avatar driver. Quaritch was a damn na’vi, grown in some lab with human memories and his own human DNA spliced together to create who he was now. 

Miles felt sleep getting the better of him, yellow eyes growing heavy as he started into the embers . He moved Vira’s little pink body as gently as he could off his shoulder and the tree so she was laying on the mat, facing away from him. She didn’t even wake up as he easily cradled her in one arm to move her, her sweet scent filled his nose. If he left her sitting up she cursed the whole morning under her breath about her back hurting and he didn't want to wake up to her whining again. Miles didn’t know what to do with her hammock and he threw it over her like a blanket and laid down beside her, back to her. He did put his tail over her small pink waist, so he’d feel if she moved, couldn’t have his na’vi teacher falling off the tree. 

Quaritch fell asleep knowing well enough that there was room to sleep 4 more full-grown na’vi on the branch and none of them would have fallen. 

What was he doing? 

He just cared because they were in close contact, she was the only person to talk to for a thousand clicks. Even soldiers who didn’t like each other got close living together in barracks. 

That’s all it was. 

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Vira rose with the sun, deciding instead of hunting again today, she would use the day to try and teach Miles to better move through the higher limbs in the jungle. They had gone hunting the past few days on the ground with little success, it was time to take their hunt to higher ground. She’d gotten them a Syaksyuk to eat from the ground that would last a few days yesterday but Miles needed to master hunting with the bow. She blamed Miles' noisy clothes for scaring away the animals on the forest floor. From above though, their sounds would be less suspicious to the wildlife and it would be advantageous if they could move quickly and quietly through the trees with bows. Their prey would never know they were even there.

The Na’vi swiftly could move from layer to layer of the jungle, swinging on vines, using their bodies to propel them, and jumping from high places. Miles needed to learn to move like them in addition to living and hunting like them, it was part of their way of life. 

Vira sat up from the sleeping mat, Miles still snored softly beside her and she removed his tail from being draped over the nivi and her midsection. She’d worked on the nivi every moment she didn’t have anything else to work on, she looked forward to a good nights sleep in a hammock. Many times she had fallen asleep against the tree’s trunk but Miles lately had been moving her to her side and covering her with it. She woke up nearly every morning with his tail somewhere on her too,  Every spare moment she dedicated to it, when she’s seen the elders work on it in other villages it was something special to add a new one, something not to be rushed and could take several short cycles to finish but in this home tree they selected they had no other place but the branch to sleep on. She wanted them to have comfort for their stay and be well rested. Her back and limbs were sore most mornings, the grass had been more comfortable but it was dangerous for only two na’vi to stay on the ground. 

Back at the Eastern sea her people slept in small huts in a large cave. They slept on soft beds of glowing moss and soft spun linens of all colors spun by their own elders. Families shared a hut until they were mated. Her sister, her three younger male cousins who her mother had taken in after her sister, Ìveye passings. She had lost her aunt, closest confidant at that young age but gained 3 brothers, even the youngest who had lived for eighteen full sky cycles had mated and left their hut. Only Vira and mother were left in their hut, she wondered what her mother would do once she left. In truth she could take another mate if she desired and even have more children, she was not too old. Na’vi could live over 160 full sky cycles, mother was not even halfway through her lifetime, at 56 full cycles. 

But Vira did not foresee her mother doing this, she was rigid, she was Tsahìk. She would likely stay alone or move to the hut that housed the elder females who were widowed, the village Aunties. 

Vira stretched and popped her limbs, not wishing to think of her mother or home anymore. She gathered her nivi back up into her pink hands and continued weaving.. She got lost watching her pink hands in the repetitive motion, looking at them made her mind wonder back to several nights past. Thinking back to her hand being dwarfed by Miles own with his fingers folded over hers. They had not spoken much after, eating the Yovos in silence until Miles fell asleep. She’d stayed up weaving until her eyes could no longer stay open and her fingers were numb but when she’d awoken that was the first time he’d moved her to sleep on the sleeping mat. The act made her already tender heart soften to him, a kind act even amongst all his sharp edges. 

The pink Na’vi was intuitive, she sensed much conflict in his heart. Miles heart was torn between embracing the Na’vi teachings and being one of the sky people. She saw it in his actions, in the way he spoke. In this short time together she felt his growing connection to the forest, to the Na’vi ways, how he had used the spear so perfectly was proof enough to her. But he could not shed himself yet of the alien clothing nor fully of their weapons, he still held the gun on his hip and the wicked metal knife behind him.

Vira did not take offense to his lack of change, change was hard, even for the Na’vi. She knew the change that waited for her when she returned home would be hard, she would become a mated pair with Huärì and leave the safety of her mothers hut. She would no longer travel, would no longer teach the younglings of the other clans and customs. Tsahìk training would be how she spent her days, a task she was unsure if her heart truly desired but it was what it was meant to do. The only change she looked forward to was having her own brood of Na’vi babies. Na’vi women had anywhere from one to ten children in all stages of their life. Her own mother had only bore she and Ikeyni. Vira secretly prayed to Ewya she would have more children than that but any child would be a gift. Her sister already had three of her own, surely she would have as many. 

Her thoughts and hands stopped when Miles finally opened his sleepy yellow eyes. 

“Mornin’” voice deep and grumbly with tiredness as he sat up. 

“Big day today,” 

“We huntin’ with the bows again?” 

She shook her head of white, wild curls. “You need to learn the upper forest, how to move quick and quiet, it will make you better hunter.”

“I’d say I’m pretty damn good with a spear” he gestured behind him with his thumb to her etching of him with the Yerik. 

She smiled, he was a prideful one. “How many kills have you made with bow?”

Miles made a thoughtful sound and the corners of his mouth turned down in reluctant acceptance of her plans. They’d gone out on the ground with their bows and had seen lots of wildlife but they had not gotten a kill. Vira blamed Miles loud pants for scaring off the animals but he didn't seem to agree. Either way, a kill from above would be better for them, helping hide any noise or scents.

They’d been eating fresh Teylul they gathered over the past few days as well as fruits. She’d gotten a syaksyuk one night and roasted it over the fire spit they’d made but she wanted Miles to be the hunter, he needed to learn, not her. 

“Once you master hunting from the tree, the next step will be from Ikran.”

“Now I like the sound of that Princess .” He grabbed his bow. 

With bows in hand, they scaled down to the mid branches of their home tree. A fall from this height would not kill Miles but it would not be pleasant if he fell. To the Na’vi sometimes pain was a necessary tool for teaching, not corporal pain inflicted on purpose but the pain from an experience, to learn from it. Vira said a small silent prayer to the great mother that Miles would be sure of foot and not do harm himself. 

She held her bow in one hand while Miles kept his slung over his shoulder so he could easily use two of his hands. Vira ran along the branch they stood on and jumped to the next tree over, the gap was small and Miles followed her with no problem. 

Vira took off then through the jungle, a grueling pace but she judged Miles a quick study in all things physical. Hunting, weapons, and now even racing through the tangles of branches. The injuries he sustained no longer seemed to affect him, Ewya had healed him quicker than expected was her only explanation. The great mother must have wanted him to learn quickly, Vira would obey her command. 

She’d been right to go fast and strenuous, Miles was keeping good pace with her, running and jumping with ease. He only paused when there was a small gap between two branches but a low hanging one overhead could be reached. Without hesitation, Vira jumped to grab the branch and rolled her body, using her body weight with one hand to propel her pink body forward. 

The Na’vi woman turned back when she did not hear the large blue Na’vi behind her, he was standing on the edge of the branch, staring at her with his jaw wide. Vira beamed a smile at him.

Miles let out a low whistle. “Didn’t imagine you could move like that, Princess,” he complimented from across the branches. His yellow eyes looked back and forth from where Vira stood. 

“You can do it!" she encouraged "Move back, spring up with your body, and swing yourself over. “ she instructed, doing her best to illustrate the movement again from where she stood.

“I got this one Tiny, don't worry 'bout me. " Miles backed up a few paces, easily jumping up with his large body, he grabbed the branch Vira had swung from with two hands and swung himself over with ease. 

“Have you done this before? You are quick. Fast learner.”

“Someone taught me a little bit, never gone so fast before.”

“The sky boy?” She remembered him from the beach, from when the Ilu was shot. From when the huts were burned. The boy had dressed and spoken Na’vi as though he was a true-born son of Ewya.  She remembered he had painted himself with blue stripes in an attempt to appear more like one of The People.

Miles nodded. “Spider, he likes to go by Spider.” He looked down at her, she couldn’t quite read the tall Na’vi’s expression but his yellow eyes were sad. They reflected the sadness and conflict she knew resided in his strong heart.

“He’s my son.”

Vira couldn’t hide the surprise on her face, her orange eyes opened wider and wider as she thought of question after question.  Was she keeping him from returning to his mate, to his child by teaching him to be Na’vi out here in the forest? Miles had already told her when they shared stories around the fire in the evenings, about how he was once a sky person, a human, but was now was in a Na’vi body. He didn’t dream walk like others who had came before. The details entranced her, all the science the Sky People possessed seemed like magic to her. She had not thought that he had a family from when he was human. She sometimes forgot he was anything more than Na’vi. 

Guilt and something else twisted deep in the pink na’vis stomach. Vira had never considered he was spoken for and she didn’t enjoy the thought, even though she had a betrothed of her own waiting for her at the Easter Sea. 

“Am I keeping you from him?” Her mouth felt dry, like no amount of water could quench her thirst. A lump formed in her throat. “From your mate?” The question came out meeker than she intended.

“No, nothing like that Tiny. His mom is died a long time ago. Spiders off somewhere with the reef people, pretty sure anyway,” there was a bitterness and maybe a hint of jealousy in his words. 

Something he left unsaid.

Vira swallowed hard, feelings she couldn’t place swirling in her head and her stomach. Did she really feel relief to hear someone had passed on from this life? Why did she feel relief at all? What kind of monster was she to feel this way? Miles did not seem particularly sad at the mention of Spiders mothers death. Na’vi could not have children without being mated for life, surely the sky woman had been his mate. If a Na’vi’s mate passed on in an untimely way, they were able to choose another to mate with, any other circumstance it was not possible to mate with another. 

The pink told herself it was because she had grown fond of Miles, she did not want to see him be alone. Part of being Na’vi was mating for life once you came of age and completed your trails. He would not need complete Iknimaya as he had already claim an Ikran, with her assistance, but he would need to have a Uniltaron to be full considered a member of any Na’vi tribe. Once he completed that, maybe another Na’vi woman would learn to accept and be fascinated with his five fingered hands as she had. 

The thought of another na’vi woman mating with him made her stomach turn sour, as if she’d eaten something gone to rot. 

“We could go look for him, take the Ikrans and go,” Vira suggested, pulling herself out of her own thoughts. She gently placed her pink hand comfortingly on his large, toned bicep. 

“Naw, he chose not to come with me.” 

She removed her hand from his arm, there was a silence between them. Questions and unspoken words hung in the air. Vira felt shifted uncomfortably on the balls of her feet, both equally avoiding not looking directly at each other. The pink Na’vi wanted to ask more questions but his words had felt final, putting a hard stop to the conversation.

Miles flicked his tail against her leg. “C’mon, let’s move out Princess.”

They pressed on further away from their Hometree. The farther they ran the more obstacles they encountered and Miles seemed to be fit to conquer them all, even if his mind was far away with the boy. His boy. Vira still tried to wrap her mind around it. 

Partially to distract herself and partially to distract Miles, Vira would slow her pace sometimes to let her own tail playful smack against Miles or wiggle it just out of his grasp, in turn Miles would try to playfully grab it. Vira played often with the children of her village and those of the other clans she visited, this was a common one played across the clans, it helped teach balance and coordination in the trees. Miles even succeeded once in successfully snatching her pink tail, eliciting a playful yelp from her as she snatched it back from his large blue paws. It made the large na’vi give her a fanged, triumphant smile. She rewarded him by sticking out her tongue. 

Vira was truly impressed by how well Miles did with managing to not fall from the trees and keep his eyes fixed on her tail. It all seemed natural to him, moving swift and graceful as he always seemed to. She always found herself comparing him to the great predator palulukan, graceful, strong, and deadly. Perhaps she could convince the Anurai clan to teach him how to ride one, it is what their rite of passage was instead of claiming in Ikran.  She had a good relationship with them, it was not unfathomable that she could persuade them. In her mind's eye she could practically see the large Na’vi male astride the equally large carnivore in full na’vi dress with a spear in hand. 

As they ran, they came across a large gap in their path that made Vira skid skillfully to a stop, Miles so close he nearly bumped into her. She could feel the heat of his closeness behind her, his body barely brushing against her. The feel of pants brushing gently against her bare legs, if she leaned her head back surely it would undoubtedly rest upon his chest. 

She felt him take a step back but not before she was nearly positive he took a deep inhale. Was he scenting the air, for her? The pink Na’vi pushed the thought away, he was just filling his lungs, they had been moving quickly for some time, attempting to catch his breath.

Her orange eyes measured the great divide between the branches of the great trees, obvious that it was far too large to jump but there were many vines in between they could swing from to get across, not an easy task to master. She looked down and saw the large leaves below that would catch them if they fell and bring them safely to the forest floor. 

Without warning, Vira quickly flew across the divide, swinging skillfully from vine to vine, ending up on the other side in a pink blur. He had not cared for her instruction the last time so she decided to let Miles figure it out for himself. 

She watched Miles from the branch across the split. She watched him take a deep breath and run and jump into the vines, he held strong and true amongst them but his movements were too slow and unsure from vine to vine. Each one swayed precariously, his arms while large and strong lost more and more strength. One needed to be quick and sure on the vines. 

Vira watched him slowly skid down a vine, the horror on his face as he tried to use his legs to stop from falling as gravity worked against him, she heard him let out a yell as he fell and smacked face first into a leaf. 

The future Tsahìk of the Tayrangi Clan let out a loud laugh. For the first time, she thought Miles did something that was not graceful.

Vira jumped down from the branch she stood on and let the large leaves of the jungle gently guide her down as she softened her limbs, bringing her to him in the rainforest lower level. He was laying on his back staring up towards the branches he’d just been in, breathing heavy. 

“Are you hurt?” 

From that fall he might have been swore but she was sure he would have no serious injury. 

“No darlin’, I could hear you howling like a damn prolemuris up in the damn trees so just my pride. ” grunting as he stood, he turned to show his backside to her “and my pants.” 

His whole backside was soiled with mud and sap all the way from kuru to his bottom. A large hole was exposed from his tail down, showing his under clothes. He’d either gotten stuck on something or it was simply a mix of overwear and then the friction on the vines. Vira changed twengs frequently to help prevent overworking of the cloth. 

Vira couldn’t help herself, she covered her mouth to try and hide it but seeing the large blue Na’vi such a mess, she let out small squeaks trying to coverup. Normally he was so sure and dexterous in all he did, seeing him so out of his element made tears prick at the corner of her eyes. 

Miles looked down at her, she felt the scrutiny in his eyes. She could see the flecks of gold in his yellow eyes at first she thought him mad but he just let out a small sigh of defeat. “It's alright let it out, Tiny. Laugh it up.” 

He gave into a little laugh too, even though his pride was bruised. 

“I don’t think I can fix” gesturing to his pants between small snickers. 

“Guess it's time for you to make me some skivvies.” 

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Quaritch hated to admit, he really did but Vira had been right about his clothing being noisy. He felt ridiculous having his ass out in the jungle but on the other hand he felt like deadly silence as he moved swiftly through the trees, raining death from above with his bow to unsuspecting Hexapede, his prey of choice. He even managed to say the prayers over the bodies when he made a kill that Vira taught him without his voice dripping in sarcasm or rolling his eyes. Vira had yet to proclaim any of his conquests yet to be what she deem a clean kill, she said she still didn't feel he meant the words and would repeat the prayer after him so earnestly it tugged at something deep in his chest. 

While he did not believe in the tree god, no matter how often she tried to demonstrate the miracles or give him proof. The pink Na’vis faith was palpable, something pure, something to be admired. A devotion he’d never seen before and couldn’t fully comprehend.  Miles did admit there was something strange in the woods, something about it all. He did feel believe in what Grace Augisitbe had said about life being connected, he'd believe that since they'd drank the nectar in the woods but a diety? He could not stand all the circle of life. tree hugging crap. It was too much, a step too far for him.

Miles had been wearing the traditional Na’vi clothing for well over a week, he still marked the days but he’d have to count the marks to have any idea how long he’s been there. Maybe 20 or 25 days if he had to throw a number off the top of his head. Vira had added a new etching of him shooting the bow from a branch. The days in the jungle seemed to blur together and he found he didn’t hate it. Just like he didn’t hate the loincloth, or Tweng as Vira called them. She’d used his shirt and pants as the base materials of the ones he wore, each mostly the soft green of his shirt with a single thick strip threaded through the hide ties down the center of camo. It was a nice touch.

Vira has apologized to him for the size of the loincloth, the tweng, she’d said it was a bit smaller than she would have liked to make but he was rather large, even for a Blue. She’d explained in a more eloquent manner that her people, the Tayrangi, tended to cover their asses a little more than the clan Sully had joined but he found himself not minding and feeling more adjusted to the clothing. Each clan had different clothing customs, some wore intricate beadwork, others made clear armors, some made entire outfits just of leaves and flowers. While Quaritch had never been one to care about clothing as a human, always choosing functionality over any kind of fashion, learning the social customs around them for the different clans was at least mildly interesting. 

When he first started wearing the tweng he had continued to wear his belt and gun holster but felt it left him unbalanced when he made his way through the trees, which is exactly what Vira had told him the first time he’d put it on. He’d worn it a few more days just to spite her but but ultimately Miles had since abandoned the RDA standard issue holster and weapons days ago, leaving them somewhere back at their tree camp. 

He’d come to value Vira’s opinion, it was hard for him not to get annoyed and be gruff towards her at times with how often she proved him wrong but he reminded himself this forest moon was her home. She’d had a lifetime of living this way. He’d only been living this way for a few weeks. Qauritch was used to being the one barking orders and teaching new recruits, he scarcely remembered being a Boot himself it was so long ago. 

The recombinant Na'vi had come to appreciate her as a teacher, overall she was patient even when he got frustrated. She’d get a little pissy if he messed up too many times on his Na’vi, saying he knew better. Most of the time she was right,  he did know better and was just screwing up to push her buttons. More days than not she spoke to him in Na'vi now, he could understand her but did not always come up with a reply in the alien language and reverted to English. Her English was more than sufficient to understand what he said and parroted most of his phrases back to him in Na'vi. There were things he knew he'd never stop saying in English, they got lost in translation like the Recom Na'vi's pet names for his pink na'vi teacher, swears, and phrases. He couldn’t help himself.

To his surprise, Vira actually enjoyed some of his more colorful language in English and adopted saying them in his native tongue rather than her own.

They were hunting hexapede today and explored the jungle through the upper branches. Miles felt as though he was starting to know this part of the jungle just as well as Hellsgate or Bridgehead city, maybe even better. In the short time they’d been staying here, he and Vira had found common hunting grounds that he knew like the back of his hand. His movement through the branches was better every day. Miles felt himself getting stronger and moving with more ease, all of it becoming second nature and natural. He still needed to master swinging on the vines but he’d improved a hell of a lot since he fell and ripped his pants. 

From behind he watched as Vira’s little lithe body moved instinctively through the branches as though she was part Prolemeris. It never failed to impress him really how easily she moved from running to jumping to swinging on the vines in fluid movements. Miles closed the distance behind the small pink form he’d playfully tug on her tail. It’d become a game they often played when he walked behind her.

Vira turned to playfully hiss at him and slapped his hands away from her tail, shushing him playfully before speeding up to avoid him being able to tug at it again, as they hit all their normally hunting spots.  When they saw no Hexapede from the branches they took to the ground to look for tracks. 

Miles was surprised when Vira ushered him ahead of her letting him take the lead, choosing to follow behind him like a silent pink shadow. Even if he couldn't see her, he could smell her scent with his sensitive Na’vi nose, that syrupy scent that was just her. Even though they bathed before a hunt he could still always smell her natural odor underneath those slightly perfumy, lavender-like herbs. With each passing day Qauritch felt he became more and more aware of the cloying odor. Sometimes Miles found himself sniffing the air, seeking the scent. He wondered how between her overwhelming smell and the pink coloring she didn't get gobbled up by something. 

Miles remembers thinking before he could track her by scent anywhere within 100 clicks with his new and improved sense of Na'vi smell but he was starting to be damn near sure he’d be able to find her anywhere on Pandora.  That smell was forever ingrained into his senses.

Sometimes he swore he sought out her scent.

They padded quietly on the lush jungle floor, he knelt to observe the freshness of the tracks when a savage yowl filled the silence of the jungle. Miles turned around to face Vira, his ears swiveled, straining to discern where the sound came from and what it was. 

“Nantang”  Vira whispered, her orange eyes lighting up as a second strangled howl echoed through the forest. Why she was so excited to see a Viperwolf he couldn't fathom. He reflexively touched the side of his face which was now absent scars he’d gotten from one of his very first day on pandora.

“Za’u”  Come. She beckoned quietly, now laying on her stomach and started doing an army-style crawl on knees and elbows, keeping her small body low to the ground through the brush and towards the animal's pained cries.

Miles shrugged and slung his bow over his shoulder and joined her in crawling through the underbelly of the jungle, the back of his mind told him this was foolish and dangerous. This was not Kansas, this was Pandora.

“Are you sure you want to go in that direction?" He couldn't help but question her judgment. "Of that thing? They're meaner than a two-headed snake.”

She whipped her pink face around, cheeks slightly puffed out in annoyance white curls flailing as she held a finger to her lips to silence him. She moved her head in a gesture that he took for him to move closer. Miles dragged himself forward so their shoulders touched as they both laid belly down in the grass. 

Vira extended a petite pink finger towards an opening in the brush. Quaritch narrowed his yellows and saw that she was pointing towards a pair of Viperwolves, a larger male standing protectively over the smaller female that lay on the ground, letting out mournful, agonizing howls.

Miles understood immediately why Vira’s orange eyes lit up like fireworks to go get a closer look at the creature. The bitch was whelping, that's what those long, mournful cries had been for. He glanced between the Viperwolf pair and Vira, he saw the large male lean down over her every so often to give his bitch supportive licks on her muzzle as she let out her howls pierce through the jungle with quickening succession. Of course Vira had wanted to see the puppies, some things didn’t change even across species Miles mused to himself. She laid beside him clasping her hands together, whispering as gently as the rustle of the wind a little prayer in Na’vi repetitively. 

“Oh great mother, please let our sisters' labor come quick and safe. Let her and her mate have many healthy pups.”

They came quickly just like she prayed for alright, before he knew it Miles had lost count of how many pups there were but he figured at least five or six. They were a lot less threatening than their parents with their bright pink ears, yet to darken as they grew and matured. 

Vira and Miles sat in silence as they watched mom and dad lick each one clean of afterbirth and a few of the pups playfully nipped at each other's long ears. Quairtch couldn’t deny they were pretty cute. His yellow eyes looked over to Vira, she rested her pink cheek against her hand, a wistful look on her face as she stared at the infant Viperwolves. 

“Gotta admit, they’re pretty cute” he half whispered half drawled but he wasn’t looking at the pups anymore, he was looking at Vira. “For being little shits.” 

He ever so slightly stuck his tongue at her. 

That pulled her from her dreamy gazing and she lightly batted at his shoulder, not wanting to attract the attention of the proud parents.

 “You're the shit.” she whispered back to him with a big smile on her face. 

Miles let out a quiet laugh at his foul language rubbing off on the pink Na’vi. He clutched his chest over his heart in mock pain.

“You wound me, princess, here I thought we were sweet on me.” 

Her face flushed and she gave him a playful shove but didn't say anything, starting to creep backward from the pair of Viperwolves and their little brood back towards the game trail. 

Miles sat there for a moment, was he really flirting with the little pink Na’vi? 

He then gave a small sniff to the air out of instinct as she backed slowly away from him.

Not for the first time Miles thought to himself, what the hell was he doing? 

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PAPER RINGS part. 3

Hello friends! This is the 3rd chapter. What can I say? I'm sorry? I'm sorry!

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3. This is my place, I make the rules

When you arrive at District Twelve everything looks different. In a month the citizens really made progress and rebuilt almost everything, and now Twelve is a reminder of what it has been, and at the same time it’s new. 

Haymitch is waiting for you at the station, with a box on his hands and a smirk on his face. You want to kick the expression off of his face, preferably with a kiss.

You give to him your bags - you dyed them pink, and now they are flashy and sparkly - and you jump into his arms, hooking your legs to his waist. 

«I’m all yours for a whole week.» You whisper against his lips. His smirk becomes a genuine smile. 

«Sure you don’t want to make it a month?» He proposes and he smacks your ass. 

«Mhh, so not sure. It’s good to be here.»

It is good. You missed the place, and you missed your home. When you arrive and you open the bedroom’s door something sneaks out in the blink of an eye, though. You yell, because it’s little and black, but not so little.

«Haymitch what was that? A spider?»

«Babe, if that was a spider we would have a problem.» He mocks you and he returns with a baby kitten in his arms. It’s so little, a baby pet, that it’s odd in Haymitch’s arms, a man so tough and strong. You want to kiss him even more.

«And who are you?» You gasp. It’s adorable. It’s utterly adorable and it’s a mini puppy, you’ve always wanted a puppy. «It’s beautiful, so beautiful!»

«Listen, Katniss found it. She was hunting.» The cat watches you with yellow wary eyes. It’s a black small thing, with little ears and claws. It doesn’t trust you yet, of course, but you can only imagine the amount of cuddles you’ll give it when it will. 

A pet in Twelve is not something common. Animals are for eggs, milk, hunting, labor or food. In the dark days it wasn’t uncommon to eat even pet animals, because starving makes you do things you always found disgusting. But watching the Hunger Games, you saw capitol citizens with their dogs or cats in their purses. Ridiculousness aside - most of the poor pets were even dyed bright colors - you promised yourself you would have a pet when you grew up.

Of course it didn’t happen until now.

«Hunting? A kitten in the woods?» Oh, what happened to his poor mother…

«Yeah, and Katniss doesn’t need food so much anymore, but another in Twelve… She didn’t want it. It reminded her of Prim’s pet.» You remember Primrose’s pet from Thirteen, an angry red big cat who Pet always carried around. You think the name is something that concerns flowers, like… Buttercup. Yeah, the name is Buttercup. Now he is in Two, with Prim and Mrs. Everdeen.

«And you took it? You?» You are giggling. He hates it. He is not one for pets or so he believes. He has the geese and when Peeta suggested eating one of them, his temper got so much worse they abandoned the idea. Their geese have names. Peeta, Katniss, Johanna, Finnick… the rudest one is Johanna.

«It was either that or a stew.» 

«Oh stop it, you big softie.» You get up to kiss him on the cheek. He smells like shampoo and you want to kiss him so much he forgets his name, especially if he has a cat.

There is a small part of you who is annoyed, because this house is where you are going to live and he didn’t ask you if you wanted a cat, but he saved the puppy. That’s the big thing here.

«Don’t make anything out of it.» He warns you. He always wants you to know he is not a great person. Like he didn’t save your life more than once, like he didn’t sacrifice his well being for you, like he didn’t ease your pain for months after the shooting. 

«What’s its name?» You completely ignore him, focusing on those little paws. Oh yes you are a little tiger!

«Stew.» He shrugs. 

«…Stew?» You try not to laugh. 

«Yeah. It was either that or Roast.»

«You’ve named the kitten “Stew”?» You repeat, in disbelief. Only Haymitch could think of something like that, and it’s utterly cute. You know he would hate the word, but it’s cute. «Oh, I love you so much!»

You go for a kiss, but the cat does not agree and it’s fast to use their claws. You have to clarify one or two things. First: Haymitch Abernathy is yours.

«Oh, calm down, kitty. She’s jealous.» You explain like it’s something she has done multiple times. You have no idea, maybe she just hates you.

«Suddenly it’s a she?» He laughs, and then he starts talking to the cat like a complete idiot. Adorable. «Don’t hurt mama.»

«She is a daddy’s girl.» You snort. Nonetheless, you are determined to win this cat. 

He takes her to the cat’s bed - you can’t believe he made a cat’s bed - and then you are free to kiss him properly. 

«Hi daddy.» You murmur in an allusive tone.

Of course, you mean the cat’s daddy, but at the word you could swear he growls - a sound so arousing you are determined to make him do that everytime you can - and he sweeps you out of your feet. «You are testing my patience.»

«No patience to test, take me.» You whisper, a little overwhelmed by the fast movement of your allegedly old boyfriend. 

«How was that thing before? I love you so much?» He smirks. Your weight must be heavy on his knees, but he doesn’t mention it, you don’t know if out of pride or he is stronger than what you may think.

«So much it hurts.» You confirm. 

«Do you want to go somewhere tonight? We even have a restaurant now.» You can’t imagine the Hob with something like a real restaurant, but it’s a nice surprise. You and him, in public. It’s new. In Capitol City nobody knows you, but in Twelve he is the Victor, and everybody saw you growing up. It could be embarrassing to see you two together, even after Thirteen. You are not big on public affection. Well you would be, he is more discreet. 

«What? Of course I want to! And I’d like to go to the Hob later.» You answer happily.

«Later?» He smirks, but you stop him.

«Now I have to work.»

He rolls his eyes. «Are you fucking kidding me?»

A smile creeps on your lips and you pull him closer to you. «Yes, Mr. Abernathy, I was fucking kidding you. Come and give me a proper welcome.»

You weren’t fucking kidding him. You gave up and pretended because you saw he was about to get annoyed, and you enjoyed a romantic dinner with your husband to be, but you really have to work. The plan is simple: you will look for every dress and outfit you might find, from Holly and her friends, and then you’ll try to enlighten the similarities, the common points. 

The next day your mother comes into the house with a huge bag full of clothes, scarves, shoes and everything she thought could have helped. It’s a great thing, exactly the reason why you are in the Village.

Holly looks pretty. She has an autumn flower dress down her ankles and her hair is wrapped in a brown braid. She even wears a little bit of makeup, some eyeshadows and mascara, you suppose. After Thirteen it’s weird to see her like this, but a good weird. Life is better now, and she gets to enjoy it. She still works as a midwife, but now she doesn’t have to fear for the life of the babies she helps because of the Hunger Games. The relief must be immense.

«So, these are all my dresses. Some I had but I used the fabric to make other ones, but I managed to keep one of your grandmother's.»

«It’s more than what I hoped for, mama. Thank you so much!» You taste the fabric. You can work with that, you think. It’s tough and thick for winter and dry and thin for summer. In Capitol City they don’t pay attention to those things, because they have air conditioning in every room and they can wear whatever they want. In Twelve winter is freezing cold and summer is so hot you might faint if you are not used to it, and nobody has a ventilator.

«How are you? You look a little pale.» 

«Thanks mom, you always say the right thing.» You add, sarcastically. Your sarcasm became worse after Haymitch.

«No, I mean, I don’t want you to tire yourself too much. You look skinnier too. Do you eat in the Capitol?»

You shrug. «I may have skipped lunch sometimes, I have to work. But it’s just for six months and I cook dinner.»

You didn’t notice a change in your appearance. For twenty years you suffered from lack of proper food, so if something happened is that now you have a more balanced diet than before. Yes, you didn’t eat once or twice because you needed to finish an important job, but everyone does that in the Capitol.  

«I did not send you to Capitol City to starve.»

You roll your eyes, but you understand food is a big topic for her. She was the one responsible for your health when you were a kid, and more than once she pretended she wasn’t hungry so you could have another slice of bread. For her it’s appalling that you don’t eat because you don’t want to.

Before you could answer Haymitch comes to the door.

«Hey, you are here.»

«My love!» You get up and immediately kiss him fiercely. You decide to ignore the glance your mother gives you. Honestly, it’s all his fault. He deliberately decided to wear a black shirt, and black suits his blue eyes so much. 

«To what do I have the honor of all this?» He asks, licking your lips, before he goes for another peck.

«You are here with me and I get to kiss you whenever I want.» You watch him like he hung the stars to the sky, and it’s even embarrassing at times.

«Yeah, with no regards to your poor mother.» Holly adds.

«You should be happy that I’m so happy and well treated.»

He seems uneasy, though, and it can’t be because of your mom because he repeatedly said he won’t be embarrassed because he kisses his wife.

«Babe, I didn’t know you were there.»

«You don’t think I’m in my house?» You raise an eyebrow. 

«I said to Marjorie I can keep Ivy for an hour.» He said to Marjorie. That means they talk. You try, you really try not to be jealous. In Thirteen he chose you. He could have had her, but they decided they weren’t into each other anymore. You trust Haymitch. You love him, so you have to trust him.

And yet he didn’t tell you about the job for her. He didn’t mention he talked to her again. But, maybe it’s just because for him it’s natural. Do you mention every time you help Perla or Lora? Nope.  

«It’s not a problem, I can take care of Ivy.» You answer, a little bit puzzled. You did it before, you like the kid.

At this moment the very infamous Marjorie arrives. She is always so beautiful it stings. Curly blonde hair and blue eyes, she looks like she is a movie star. She is so bright, and she is tall, much taller than you. She wears a light blue dress with gold embroideries, and her makeup is little but it’s there, to cover all the imperfections. You forgot to put on your makeup today - something that happens when you are in Twelve - and now you feel less pretty than before. Rationally it’s so stupid, Haymitch knows your face. You make love to him, sleep with him and shower with him, you can’t do that with your makeup on. But what if he does a comparison now?

No, stop. You are just panicking about nothing.

«Hi! Oh, Daisy you are back.» She comments, and you can tell by her voice she is not happy at all. It’s no news you don’t like each other, it became a bit of a joke during your days in bed. She came with Ivy and commented sarcastically for the whole time, it was even funny. It’s not funny now.

«Indeed I am. Oh hi little lady!» You immediately hug Ivy, who screams “Auntie Daisy! Uncle Mitch!” and it makes you happy. Auntie and Uncle it’s ok. And Ivy, you love Ivy. Sometimes you think you got it wrong, you should have kept the baby and now your life would be very different. She is growing up so much. Her blonde hair is wrapped in two braids now, pure Twelve style, and her eyes are so shiny. She can talk now, not good but she tries a lot. And she is adorable like the kitten.

«I just have to do some work and I didn’t think it was right for Ivy.» Yeah, you can agree with that. Holly was forced to take you with her during the labors and you didn’t like what you saw most of the time.

«I love spending time with my niece. Isn’t it right, little lady? What do you want to do?» You hug her and she plays with your hair. 

«Stew!» Ivy yells, with an acute voice that you can have only when you are two and a half. 

«She likes the cat.» She explains. If she likes the cat and the cat likes her, that means she is familiar with the house. 

«I figured.»

«Haymitch spends an awful lot of time with Ivy.» Marjorie has the nerve to add. And it’s odd, because he never told you anything about it. Never mentioned in the phone calls, never talked during the weekends. Either it’s not important, but you doubt that, or he is hiding something from you. 

«Oh really?» 

«She is wonderful with him.» You try not to be affected. Is he spending a lot of time with her too? She moves in the house like she owns it. She knows it. And it’s impossible she knew it from before, because the Abernathys used to live in the Seam.

She has been here more than once.

In your house.

«Well she must be very happy with her grumpy uncle.» You try to smile. The first rule is not to be affected by the enemy’s words. You don’t want to be humiliated, so you have to pretend you already know everything. Of course you know she cleaned your home when you were away. Of course you know Haymitch spends an awful lot of time with Ivy. Everything is okay and mutual and you don’t have a problem at all with it because you are confident and you trust your partner.

«She really is. And she needs a male figure in her life.»

You nearly choke when even Holly raises an eyebrow. The audacity. First because Holly didn’t give you a “male figure” in your life and you grew up well - really well if you may add - and second, is she implying he could be her dad?

«Today she has to stay with me instead. Why don’t you go laying down for a bit?» You turn your face to Haymitch, who seems oblivious of all this. «We didn’t sleep tonight, you must be so tired.»

It’s a low blow, you are well aware. Referring to your night, to your sex life and also being awfully domestic it’s the only weapon you have right now.

«Yeah, maybe for a while. You should rest after» He kisses your cheek, Ivy’s cheek - “G’bye uncle Mitch!”, she answers - and he goes upstairs.

«Do you want a hand with Ivy?» Your mother asks, but you raise your shoulders. You are fuming with rage but not against the poor kid.

«No, you can go with Mar if you want.» 

And when you stay alone with the blonde baby, you pretend everything is okay.

It’s dinner time when Marjorie takes Ivy away and you are tired. You fix an easy dinner, and you start sketching while you are eating.

«Was that really necessary?»

Haymitch asks. You didn’t see him coming, he was asleep and you let him. He has trouble sleeping, and it got worse after Thirteen, when he decided he wanted to stay sober. You don’t help in that, keeping his night busy, and so if he falls asleep you are more than happy to let him be.

You don’t play dumb. There’s no use in that.

«Of course. I have to remind her what’s mine. I didn’t think you noticed, though.» You murmur.

«I noticed, I just have a really hard time not humoring you.» He really has a hard time not lying to you too.

«Good.» You accept his kiss, but you don’t let it go. «Why are you spending time with her?»

«I’m not.» He denies.

«You are. You are spending an awful lot of time with Ivy.»

«Yes, and she’s not there. Look, she needed some help.» You can get that she needed help. Maybe the documentation to be a nurse was late, it’s possible. What you can’t get is that he didn’t tell you. 

«And you made her your maid?» You snap. A maid. It makes you mad, you are a maid, well you were, his maid. And he did tell you that he wanted you because you needed a job, yeah, but also because he liked you.

He was a gentleman about it, you didn’t even realize it. But if this is his modus operandi you can’t help but feel worried.

«What the fuck are you talking about?» 

«Did she keep the house clean?»

«Sometimes.»

«And you didn’t tell me.»

«I didn’t think it was important.»

«Haymitch - what the hell? You don’t think it’s important? It’s my stuff too!» The thought of Marjorie going into your things makes you so mad. What if you had a pregnancy test? And what about your doctor’s documentation? You have some things about Doctor Aurelius in here, some meds when you need them. Your letters with your mother. Your fucking diary. You don’t trust Marjorie enough to be sure she didn’t read your personal stuff to use it later.

«She did it once or twice!»

«And what about the kitten? Why are you making all these decisions without me?» That’s the main focus. He is not alone anymore, you have to take the decisions in two. That’s what a marriage is.

«You don’t live here.»

«For now!»

«Well it’s my house.»

You stop, and you know he saw the flesh of hurt in your eyes. So it’s his house, just his. You are just an attraction, a trinket of the house. There is the fridge, the carpet, the sink and the Daisy. 

«No, Daisy I didn’t mean-»

«No, no, ok. It is your house after all.» Because it is, and suddenly all these words from Holly make sense. When she told you to beware, to earn something from yourself, never trust a man completely, always being independent. You knew these words were true, but you were so stupid to think Haymitch didn’t apply to the category. Because he is so perfect. So handsome and sweet. Truth is you are still in the honeymoon phase and you don’t know how he behaves with a wife, you only know how he is around his young hot girlfriend.

«Don’t be stupid.» He growls but this time it’s not arousing, it’s annoying. He doesn’t get to be angry, you didn’t do anything wrong. You begin to climb the stairs, but he easily takes your wrist. He knows better than this.

And you are not stupid. He is not the smart one. You are not stupid, you are not stupid. He is just angry.

«Can I pack my bags over your bed?» You answer bitterly, freeing your arm with a movement.

«Sweetheart… no, wait, pack your bags?»

«Yeah. I have the clothes, so I can go back to the Capitol.» You resonate. You could have done this in a day, you just wanted to spend time with him but if the situation is like this it’s better for you to return to Effie’s home and keep doing your job.

«Sweetheart, stop.» He takes your wrist again, but gentler this time, so you let him. You still like his touch.

«You are calling me “Baby” a lot.» You complain. 

«And…?» He looks lost.

«Something is wrong when you call me baby.»

«Or I like the term and I was afraid to be creepy before.» He smiles. «C’mon, we are good, you and I. We are great.»

“We are great”. You haven't spent a week together in a long time. He doesn’t want to do a single thing for the ceremony, and he makes you feel like you are trying too much. And he doesn’t like Capitol City even on the weekends.

«Are we?» You whisper.

«Yes!» He is certain about it. You know he loves you, you know that. Or, he loved Hunger Games Daisy. Daisy in Danger. Does he love you now? Now that life is calm and you don’t have any danger upon you?

«You don’t want to know anything about the wedding. I’m doing everything. You didn’t even ask Peeta which cake you wanted! And I thought it was about the ceremony but now you are deciding a lot without me.»

He rolls his eyes. «It’s a kitten.»

«A cat is a family pet.» It feels like he doesn’t understand what is wrong. And he doesn’t because for him it’s his house. What if you didn’t like a cat? What if you wanted to travel all the time? Or you wanted a dog for protection? He never discussed that with you just like he never discussed having a maid. 

«I thought you would have loved her.» He is sincere. He looks sincere and part of you just wants to end the discussion and kiss him, you don’t handle his face well when he is sad.

«I adore her. But you don’t adopt a puppy without telling your future wife.» You try to be calm about it, because you are tired. You just want to end it.

«It’s just a cat. If it is about Marjorie…» But it’s not just the cat, it’s the concept!, you want to scream, but screaming is not the solution.

«I’m not putting a number because I’m jealous, but she is trying to get to you.»

«She needs help. Your mother is helping her too.»

«Oh please.»

«Do you want me to deny help because my little girlfriend is jealous?» You don’t like the mocking tone he uses for the word “Girlfriend”. You like to be his girlfriend, you are proud to be his girlfriend.

«I want you to tell me when you hire someone! But of course it’s your house so you can do whatever you want.»

«Twice! For fucks sake, she cleaned twice!»

«She enjoyed it a lot when I didn’t know that. You humiliated me. And you made her a secret to keep.»

«"You humiliated me”?! Are you out of your mind?»

«Yes! Yes indeed I am! I have doctor’s receipts to prove that, I think Marjorie saw them!»

«Now you are twisting my words. You know what I think? I think you are making that up. Yes, I’m the great evil! Stay in Capitol City with your Effie and your fucking glitters!» It hurts again that he thinks that of you.

«How dare you.» Your lips are wobbling. Big girls don’t cry, you remind yourself. If you shed a tear it means you’ve lost, and you love to win. You have to handle this like an adult, not like a whiny teenager.  

«I dare because it’s true. Let’s go to the Cinema like the Capitols, let’s dress like the Capitols, let’s fucking live like a Capitol!»

«I spent every night working on my useless wedding dress, I have four hours of sleep per day and now you tell me I want to live like a Capitol? I wish!»

«Yes Daisy, you are a fucking martyr!» He screams. 

«I never said that!» You burst into tears, and he immediately takes you in his arms. It’s warm and nice against him, but you remember all his words.

So you take a step back. 

«Let me go.» You murmur, and you take your purse. «I’ll take a walk.»

The walk is not like you expected it. You wanted to be angry, but you are just sad. You and Haymitch don’t fight, you discuss, and you never raise your voice. You don’t like when he screams. He rarely does that now, because you have the habit of covering your ears and he understands he is hurting you.

He loves you. You knew he wasn’t perfect but you accepted it. He became so much better in a few months. He quitted alcohol and that is huge, he raises the geese alone, he helps you in every way possible. He even tries to make friends on your behalf, you are always scared he doesn’t have any friends when you are in the Capitol.

And you are not perfect either. You are whiny, you are busy, a spoiled pest most of the time, you moved across the country to chase your dream and that’s good, but he is alone. And he handled that great, without telling you anything wrong. He is tired because of the weekends, he is always on the train and that’s stressful. And he has Katniss and Peeta to care about, now that he is Katniss’ legal tutor he has a major responsibility. It’s not easy.

This is stupid. You want your boyfriend, you love him and he loves you. You can work things out, you are sure of it, love is enough.

You quickly walk back to your house, ready to apologize, and you open the door.

Just to see Haymitch and Marjorie kissing in the kitchen.

[mouseratz]

tagging game! tagged by @yarboyandy

-three ships

uhhhh. Off the top of my head. 1.lisacreature duh. the whole movie. they're not a healthy relationship but like they're fine they just destroy everything around them. i lurv it . also of fucking course I wanted a zombie boyfriend as a teenager. I won't lie to any of you

2. danbert bc gay people in my phone. classic case of toxic yaoi. so toxic I've been thinking about them for years. if only reanimator had like been gay on purpose we could've had it all

3. also based off of "what's in my camera roll". the evil scientists from mst3k are gay also. Dr Forrester and tvs frank.... is this even disputed. I don't care. I've known this since I was a child. "they're gay married and kill each other in looney tunes esque situations daily" feels like part of the character concepts.

-first ship

Inuyasha x Kagome, most likely. it's like one of the first obsessions I can remember where a show had like, a romantic throughline I cared about at all. although, to be fair, I was still mostly into the comedy and supernatural stuff, and this was Very Young.

-last song I listened to

I stumbled upon the tiny desk concert performance and well. I am not immune to popular things. chappell roan is pretty awesome. I love the videos and performances, but the pop music is also really solid, and I find myself enjoying it way more than expected. this songs good but I haven't listened to it a lot yet....my first time actually

-currently reading

Perry Mason and the Glamorous Ghost. I'm only like a chapter in. idk it was an impulse buy on my birthday because the cover was awesome. also pictured: my copy of Frankenstein. I read that in October. loved it

-currently watching

uhmmmm. still rewatching always sunny in Philadelphia. forever. watched a couple episodes of space ghost coast to coast earlier. I still want to keep watching twin peaks the return but I haven't because. idk. its hard to be me....

-relationship status

very incredibly single. it is very hard to date when u can't drive where I live. I mean it's hard in any circumstance but whatever shots I had are dust. would love to date sometime in my life possibly. I have been feeling that way for um. like four years now. so. we will see how that goes.

-current obsessions

Lisa Frankenstein, obvs.....my hobbies and such though? kind of in a slump. I've been like.....learning how to apply makeup for once for fun. I'm still very bad at it but idgaf it is what it is what's always made me uncomfortable about it was that it never "looked right" and I didn't want to be judged. instead of just treating it like a for fun thing. ie I want Colors On My Face I don't even cover up my acne atp. oh and the gender thing. like if I didn't do the makeup right I was being bad at being a girl. and now I do not have to worry about that at all.

-currently craving

like, food? um. I hope the brownies I made tonight taste good in the morning. I let them cool overnight so idk how they taste yet.

-favorite color

green, but I'm a big fan of what pink and black (I KNOW it's not a 'real color' IDC) and some shades of blue and yellow and orange have going on. I just like colors lmao

-tagging

hiiii I won't mind if you don't do it this is just a little shout-out okay :) @mahkari @jokeryuri @homokommari @mushroom-in-space

also anypony else who wants to do it can.....I won't be mad

[cosmical-flowers]

who's your top three favorite characters from enstars and danganronpa? im curious and havent found someone to talk to about danganronpa in a while hehe

mb i have to post this the day after this was asked because THERES A POST LIMIT???? Im so mad. Anyways. Characters!

Danganronpa + Fanganronpa:

1. Yuki Maeda (SDRA2)

I loveeee his character arc. I like the way he decides to cope with only being the Ult. Lucky Student. His growth from that as well is interesting to me! His backstory intrigues me as well. Hes awesome, top 5 blorbo of mine. His character design also looks cool, I like the school boy fit.

2. Kaede Akumatsu (DRV3)

I died in chapter 1, recovered, and died in chapter 6 again. I like her optimism in the game so much. Shes so cool!!! Also her character design is mad cute. Like the pink and the yellow??? YES!!!!!

3. Teruya Otori (DRA + SDRA2)

the games killed me. I did a character analysis for him cause I made a playlist for him and. HES ME FR!!!!!! i like him a normal amount trust. His character arc is cool and I like how he copes with the death of his friends (im sorry if you dont know dra mutual)

Danganronpa Maingames:

1. Kaede Akumatsu

same statement as before: shes awesome.

2. Makoto Naegi

i love my very plain protagonists so much. I like how he just has the Ult. Lucky Student, and while I’ve seen others talk down on themselves because of it (cough cough YUKI MAEDA), he’s like “cool!” And moves on. I like his optimism as well, and him coping with the killing game. Hes cool.

3. Sonia Nevermind

Hey. how do i mention that i never finished sdra. i erm. got to ch1 and stopped. so uh. I like her fit! It’s very cool. I also like her proper behavior (and I remember correctly from the manga, she also likes murder mystery / true crime. I haven’t read the manga in a bit though.) shes neat!

Enstars:

1. Shinobu Sengoku

he is just. !!!!!!! I like him :D I think his character is very interesting to look at tbh, especially after reading Scroll of the Elements and Chuunibyou. The way he decides to cope with loneliness is going like “oh! I think im meant to be a ninja because they’re always alone too!” And I respect that so much. As an only child myself, he’s just. Cool!!!!!!!

(I also struggle with Identifying voices sometimes in songs and if they’re too similar I cant point them out. He has a really identifiable voice so like when I listen to a song im like “THATS HIM!!!!!” And it makes me happy :D)

2. Subaru Akehoshi

The lore… uwagh. I love when really cheery characters are more than that because it’s me fr. Im happy go lucky, Im also sometimes sad!!! I also like Trickstar in general because I like the orthodoxness of the group (is that a word. prob not.) And he is just!!! Silly!!! He should be allowed to do as many antics as he wants. BIGBANG REFLECTION!! that song is so good.

3. Hiiro Amagi

difficult choice tbh. But gets the spot since he was the first one I had a major hyper fixation on. I like how he decided to deal with being in a new environment and what he does. I think of scout white lilies everyday too. Its one of the first ones I read. Anyways, I also like his red hair and how he has an undercut. Its awesome to me.

[sloanerisette]

To Have and To Hold From This Day Forward: Chapter 2 - You Make Me Feel Warm

My second entry for Miyakari Autumn! I still plan on working on the last two and will hopefully have those posted in December! I have some good ideas but I need to make them clearer and have the time to actually work on them.

This one is a little bit shorter because I worked with a writing/dialogue exercise I saw and wanted to test myself when it came to limitations/strict guidelines in writing a piece, so I'm really nervous about it, but I hope you all enjoy! And thank you again to @sluggybasson107 and @digitalworldbound for putting on this wonderful event and letting me be sapphic as hell with my writing <3

Summary: This is just but one stop in the long road that is and will be Kari and Yolei's life: their honeymoon.

You can also find the whole thing on AO3 here!

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“You’re still looking at the lights?”

Kari looked over her shoulder, her smile soft and warm as she locked eyes with Yolei. She nodded to the balcony, still leaning against the railing despite the light dusting of snow.

“They are pretty beautiful,” Yolei said simply, settling next to her wife. She stared out at the bustling city that stretched out for miles, all lit up for the holidays.

“I kind of want to just stand out here all night and watch. It’s so over the top compared to home,” she said, her eyes sweeping over what seemed like a forest of trees all lit up in reds, yellows, and blues.

“You’re right.” Yolei had traveled to plenty of places during her university years, but there were few places that were as grand a spectacle in the winter as New York.

“Coming here was a great idea,” Kari said, letting out a content sigh.

Yolei hummed in agreement.

“It’s been a great honeymoon,” Kari smiled, angling her head to get a better look at Yolei, offering her that same, trademark smile that always caused butterflies to swarm around in her stomach. Even after so many years, it still had that effect on her. She wondered if Kari still had that same feeling with her even now.

Yolei leaned into Kari, who nuzzled into Yolei’s arm.

“I remember when we got serious… I wracked my brain thinking of where I’d want to suggest for our honeymoon,” Yolei admitted, her cheeks starting to burn a deep crimson as she glanced away.

“So you decided to take us to the busiest city in two worlds,” Kari teased gently. Yolei couldn’t help but blush as she stared ahead.

A beat of silence drowned the world out, then Yolei swallowed hard, “Did you ever expect to end up here when we first met?” she asked, hoping the light tone of her voice undercut the seriousness of her question.

“I used to believe I’d end up in a similar place. That one day I would get married, have a child, and teach when I didn’t need to stay home all day,” Kari explained.

A taxi driver laid on their horn, sound blaring through the borough, rising all the way up to their hotel room, and it mingled with English Christmas songs that were playing from an old, tinny speaker at a corner store.

“But you’re happy that it’s us, right?” Yolei suddenly blurted out.

Kari smiled, a light pink dusting her own cheeks as she looked down at her wedding ring to admire it. She twisted it with her right index finger and thumb, her smile growing the whole time.

Yolei sighed, “I wish I didn’t think like this, but I can’t really help it. I guess part of me still thinks about the past and how we started out. And then I can’t help but feel like… I don’t know, maybe I don’t deserve this?” Her stomach turned and she was unable to look Kari in the eyes at that moment, as tears started to glisten in her own.

Kari reached for Yolei’s left hand with her own, their rings gently clinking together, then looked at her, “You never have to worry, because I’m always going to be glad that I have you by my side for better or worse,” she told her, her voice a whisper that was nearly drowned out by the sounds of the city. Kari wanted Yolei to be the only one to hear it, though.

Yolei cradled Kari’s cheek with her free hand, then closed her eyes and leaned in to gently and lovingly kiss her.

[unconsiousppldontwanttea]

Chapter 2. A new friend(?)

reposting chapter 2 bc the last time i uploaded it it got like 3 notes.

unreality, minor swearing

Alistor blinked their eyes as they felt cold water splash their face. “-nna? CC? You up?” That startled them. They jolted up to find a concerned-looking woman. She was short, pale, and had blonde hair tied up in a ponytail with a blue rubber band. Freckles dotted her face, and her eyes were a startling blue shade that would put the clear sky to shame. She wore a tacky lavender v-neck and low-rise jeans. She looked plain.

“Who the hell are you?!” Alistor snapped, glaring up at the lady. “How d’you know my deadname?”

“My name’s Lily!” She smiled. “I was your first official character. We haven’t talked in a while. What’s a deadname?”

Alistor’s face fell. Lily?! Her? Of all the characters they could’ve woken up to? They pinched their nose bridge and sighed. “Oh, great, you, hello Lily.”

“Me! Yeah!” She smiled and brushed off her previous question. “How are you?”

“Horrible,” Alistor replied, “My head is pounding. I don’t know where I am. Where are we?”

Lily’s face fell slightly. “Oh. I hope you feel better soon. Um, we’re in my house because I saw you knocked out outside, and I knew that someone would get you and kill you, and I didn’t want to see you die!”

“How thoughtful.”

“Thank you!”

Alistor rolled their eyes and stood up. “Do you plan to keep me here forever?”

“No,” Lily hummed thoughtfully. “Well, I mean, not unless you want to stay?”

“I do not.”

“Oh, all right.”

Alistor sighed and went to go sit down. Their face hurt, and they had a migraine. What happened? Did they fall on their face? Or-

“Do you want something to drink? I have water, lemonade, milk… It could help you feel better!” Lily smiled.

“Yeah, uh, water...” Alistor trailed off and looked out the window at the scenery outside. The grass was a neon teal, with a few bushes of a similar color dotting the landscape. The trees were small and cobalt blue, and the sky was a bright pink, fading to a pleasant yellow. There were no clouds, but one golden circle was in the middle of the sky. It had a large eye on it that was glancing around frantically. Alistor looked away, unnerved. 

Lily returned with a glass filled with ice and water. She placed it down in front of Alistor and smiled sweetly. “Here you go!”

“Thanks,” Alistor replied as they took the glass and drank from it. “Do you have any aspirin?”

“Maybe,” Lily hummed. “Let me check.” She quickly turned and walked out of the room again.

“... If Lily’s here… I wonder who else would be here… Mirror didn’t deny succubi and daemons and- Well, if Orona is here, then, surely, there has to be-”

Alistor’s thoughts were interrupted by Lily coming back into the room. “Nothing. Sorry, CC.”

Alistor grimaced at the nickname. “Call me Al.”

“Al? But how do you get Al from-”

“I have a different name now.”

“Oh. Okay! What’s your new name?”

Alistor sighed. “I go by Alistor. Not ‘CC’. Or the other name.”

“Okay!” Lily smiled brightly. “I’ll call you Alistor!”

“Thank you.”

“Of course!”

Alistor turned the cup slightly, sighing. “So… Where are we?”

Lily tilted her head, confused. “I already told you? We’re in my house.”

“No- I meant, like, general location.”

“Oh! Um, I’m not sure the place, but all I know is that we’re on land owned by… His name was 6?”

Alistor paused. “6?” Lily nodded. 

“I’m pretty sure that’s what his name was.”

Alistor looked up at her. “Does- Does 6 have any siblings?

“3, I think…?” Lily trailed off. “Why?”

Alistor stood quickly.

Lily looked at them. “Why are we… What’s up?”

“I have to go. Now,” Alistor quickly walked to the front door.

“Wait, what? No! You can’t be going already! You basically just got here, you only recently got around-” Lily stated, worry clear in her voice.

“I’m already gone!” Alistor opened the door to the protest of Lily and stepped outside.

[yourlocalartsonist]

PSST! The fanfic is officially out now! Read it here <3

Hi uh I decided to start a ROTTMNT fanfic ;w;

So it kinda started out as just random “what if” scenarios of me and the turtles interacting but then got out of hand when I officially started developing my self insert character a bit more and giving them a backstory and creating an overarching narrative, blah blah blah. And then it just got more set in stone when I ended up actually writing an entire chapter and having way too much fun doing it. I wasn’t sure whether or not to announce this now or later when the chapters actually start going up on AO3 but I got too giddy to just not say anything so here we are :D

Introducing my dumb little rise fanfic: Moths Fly in Packs!

So this story is meant to take place a few months after the movie events. In my head canon, the movie takes place in August 2020 and the story starts March 2021. I’m not sure how long it’s gonna be yet but I know for sure it’ll cover a few years of their lives since I want the dynamics to seem believable and not hilariously rushed

SO! I actually had two versions of this story planned out. One is just continuing the Rise series in general with the turtles being the main characters and this fanfic’s MC being more on the level of April or Casey. That whole stuff I wanted to save for a future comic series if I ever get to it with a more similar tone to the show. The fanfic is showing that story from MC’s perspective, having them be the main character and following the events of her life with the turtles and the tone being SLIGHTLY darker than the main show. It doesn’t feel too different though since I think the show kinda already nailed the blend of fun and trauma that I love, just increased the trauma a teensy bit. Oh also cursing I guess

Speaking of MC, here’s their design! :D

Salena Moni :D she/they

LOOK AT MY DARLING BASKING IN ALL HER GLORY! She’s half Japanese half Bengali and is actually (unknowing to her) part luna moth Yōkai and I’m not gonna talk more about that as it would spoil parts of the story. She’s the same age as Mikey, both 16 in the story, and yes this is gonna be some turtle x oc shipping since I’m a simp for Leo and I’m not wasting an opportunity to create a fictional relationship with him <3 Aside from that, Salena is sweet, spunky, and chaotic, wonderfully fitting in with the rest of the gang. Of course, she has her dose of trauma and baggage too since it wouldn’t be a rise fanfic without that! Their weapons are mystic sickles and their powers are still in the works

For any of my fellow character design nerds: I tried putting some luna moth elements into her design. Her color palette is inspired by the green, pink, and yellow palette of luna moths and the spots on her sickles are meant to resemble the spots on their wings. They’ve got gold earrings in the shape of feathers to emulate the cute fuzzy antennas on luna moths. The bag isn’t related to moths, it’ll get explained in the story it’s a pretty sweet moment I don’t wanna spoil. There’s probably more but I’m forgetting that right now ANYWHO

Um yea I think that’s everything? Apologies if I sounded like an awkward dork, it’s because I am and still not used to posting on tumbler. I’m really excited to share this story since I think it’s a lot of fun and just a really sweet found family story. It’s kind of my little comfort fanfic as a lot of the original characters are inspired by people I knew in my life and a lot of the events are a mix of things I struggled with and the potential life I would’ve had if certain events ended more tragically than they actually did. I struggle with feeling lonely a lot and this story lets me breathe in another universe as a character who eventually finds their true family despite the things they’ve been through. A family that accepts them for who they are, weird quirks and all. It’s a wholesome ride and I can’t wait to share it with y’all

As in literally can’t wait, I might honestly just put the first chapter on tumbler instead of waiting for my AO3 account to activate since there’s APPARENTLY A WAIT TIME FOR THE INVITATION but anyway enjoy a little fluff drawing I did of Salena and Leo that’s now my homescreen

[nastya-sokolova-2002]

English version.

SCP Foundation: The last pages of history.

Chapter 3. Brainy poltergeist. Part 2.

When Pinky and Brain's ancestors, the children and the two Julias returned home from the department store, the whole family began celebrating Bruno's birthday. This year (that is, in the year 10000 according to their calendar) Bruno turned 8079 years old. When everyone started to arrange a meal, Brain said he didn't want anything and went outside.

-What's the matter with him?-Delilah didn't understand.

-Honey, well, Brain doesn't want to come with us, so what? I understand that after losing his friend, he lost his appetite altogether. It happens to everyone-Bruno said.

-I don't even know what to say to you, my friend-Diego said.

-I don't think that's the reason for Brain, Mr. Bruno-Pinky said.

-Yes? What's his reason then?-the yellow-eyed man asked.

-All night he behaved strangely, and in the morning he thought something. Only I woke up from the fact that he was screaming-the blue-eyed guy answered.

-Oh, my God. I hope he's not too sick-Desire said.

At that time, Brain was outside sitting on a bench. He really felt like someone was following him and manipulating him. Pink-eyed was afraid that something might happen to his family, too, if he was with them. Brain returned home late at 23:00, when everyone started going to bed. He went to bed again in the room where he sleeps next to Pinky. Pinky himself was reading a book at the time. Brain pulled a rope out of the closet. The pink-eyed guy tied the bed with the first end of the rope, and his hand with the other end of the rope.

-Why do you need this?-Pinky asked when he noticed what Brain was doing.

-Suddenly I'll walk in my sleep again-Brain replied and lay down on his bed.

-I don't even know what to say to you, my friend-Diego said.

-I don't think that's the reason for Brain, Mr. Bruno-Pinky said.

-Yes? What's his reason then?-the yellow-eyed man asked.

-All night he behaved strangely, and in the morning he thought something. Only I woke up from the fact that he was screaming-the blue-eyed guy answered.

-Oh, my God. I hope he's not too sick-Desire said.

At that time, Brain was outside sitting on a bench. He really felt like someone was following him and manipulating him. Pink-eyed was afraid that something might happen to his family, too, if he was with them. Brain returned home late at 23:00, when everyone started going to bed. He went to bed again in the room where he sleeps next to Pinky. Pinky himself was reading a book at the time. Brain pulled a rope out of the closet. The pink-eyed guy tied the bed with the first end of the rope, and his hand with the other end of the rope.

-Why do you need this?-Pinky asked when he noticed what Brain was doing.

-Suddenly I'll walk in my sleep again-Brain replied and lay down on his bed.

Pinky finished reading the book, put it on the nightstand and turned off the night light.

4 hours later, at 3 a.m., Brain fell out of bed in a dream, because Black started acting up again like last night. Brain woke up again not understanding what was happening to him. Suddenly he heard a loud knock on the door. The pink-eyed man took off the node from his hand and quietly left the room. Brain quickly found a flashlight that was on a table in the hallway and turned it on. Brain quietly walked down the corridor to find the one who was knocking on the door.

-Mom?...Dad?...-he asked.

But there was complete silence in response. Brain came to the hall. There was no one here either. But after a couple of seconds, he noticed that the rocking chair moved by itself. The pink-eyed guy quickly ran back into the room and closed the door with a chair. Pinky, having heard nothing, calmly continued to sleep. Brain lay down on his bed to be completely safe. But unfortunately, he heard the door open by itself. Brain quickly assumed a sitting position. Black, in the form of an invisible evil spirit, began to approach him slowly. Brain heard footsteps, turned on the flashlight, but noticed that no one was there. But the footsteps continued to be heard. Pink-eyed was already scared and hid under a blanket with a flashlight on. Black continued to approach him slowly. The white mask under the blanket was not only breathing anxiously from fear, but tears were also flowing from his eyes. When Black had already approached his descendant, he pulled the blanket hard and bit Brain hard on his left shoulder. Brain himself, feeling it, screamed loudly and twitched. Pinky suddenly woke up.

-Brain, what's the matter? What is wrong with you?-blue-eyed asked.

Brain, recovering after being bitten, replied, almost through tears: "There is someone in our room".

-What? There's no one here. What are you talking about?-Pinky said.

All the furniture in the room is going to start making noise because of Black Brain's demonic ability. The guys themselves started screaming in fear. All the ancestors of Pinky and Brain, two Julias and the children woke up from the noise and ran out of their rooms. Pinky and Brain also ran out of their rooms.

-Boys, what happened? What's happened?-Polly asked.

-There's someone in our room-Pinky replied

-What?-Vanessa didn't understand.

-He still bit me here-said Brain and showed the bite site.

-Oh my God-Delilah said.

Desire went into the guys' room and started looking everywhere. But again, no one was here because of Black's cunning. Suddenly, Bernard's wife, when she was looking for evil spirits under Pinky's bed, noticed the Ouija board and pulled it out.

-Have you been playing with this? You taking turns scaring the hell out of each other? Don't let anyone sleep properly?-she said and began to tear the board into several pieces.

-But, mom-Brain began to say, walking up to her with Pinky.

-Shut up! I don't want to hear any more! Everyone to bed now!-Desire shouted.

Black pushed the cabinet with his manipulation and closed the door with it. Pinky and Brain screamed in fear and clung to Desire. Desiree herself and the rest of the characters were shocked. When the guys calmed down and put the closet back in place, everyone went back to sleep. And Black left home to prepare for a new fun. Brain fell asleep this time after that, but he only had a nightmare.

A few hours later, when morning came, Brain woke up.

-Oh, my God...What is wrong with me at all?...-he was saying.

The pink-eyed man felt that he had a fever again and his head ached. He didn't want to get up today. Bren turned over and saw that Pinky was still asleep. Bruno's grandson sighed, got out of bed, did his morning chores in the bathroom, changed his clothes and went outside. He, like yesterday, skipping a meal, sat down on a bench and fell into depression again.

-But why me? Why? Why should I suffer? First I lost Larry, and now I'm possessed by some evil spirits. Why do I need all this? I hate my life-he said to himself and tears flowed from his eyes.

Three hours later, Brain noticed that the police had arrived at his house.

-What are the police doing here?-he asked and went to his house.

The police at this time began to inspect the house.

-Grandpa Diego, what are the police doing here?-Brain asked when he came home and asked Belle's husband.

-I called it, grandson. After all, there are evil spirits in our house-Bernard's father replied.

A man and a woman, who were policemen, searched the house everywhere.

- Are you sure you heard a strange noise?-the policewoman asked.

-Yes, we heard everything-Belle replied.

-Maybe there's a mouse in your house?-the male policeman asked.

-Yeah. A huge mouse-Delilah said sarcastically.

Suddenly, the chair that was standing next to the police moved by itself and stood at the kitchen table next to the other chairs. Absolutely everyone saw it. Even the police were a little shocked. When everyone went outside, the policewoman said: "We will write an incident report and confirm everything if someone asks".

-Report? This is amazing! Everyone is trying to disown all our problems with pieces of paper!-Desire said in a dissatisfied tone.

-Brain, son, is everything okay?-Bernard Brain asked his son.

-My head hurts again-said Brain, putting his hand on his head.

-Come on, son. You need to rest more-said Desire's husband and went into the house with his son.

Four days later, when the August 20 the year 10000, Brain felt that he felt a little better again, because during these days he had a very bad headache. Delilah came to check on him.

-Brain, grandson, how are you?-she asked.

-I feel a little good-he replied.

-Maybe you will eat? You haven't eaten at all for four days because of the pain in your head-the yellow-haired woman said.

-I don't want. Something else is bothering me a lot. I have a feeling that my life is full of suffering and there is no happiness-Brain said.

-Brain, come on. Your life is not full of suffering at all. You have us: me, your grandmother Belle, your grandfathers, your parents, your wife and daughter, your future son-in-law with his sister, Julia, and Pinky with his family. We will always be there for you-Delilah said.

-I love you very much-Brain said.

-And we love you too-Delilah said and hugged him.

Brain was snuggled up to her, and Delilah was stroking his head.

Meanwhile, Desire was returning home from the department store. When she wanted to go to the door, a man approached her.

-Excuse me, is that you, one of the residents of Pinkie and Brain's house?-the stranger asked.

-Yes. This house is mine. And what do you need?-she answered and asked.

-The police sent me a report about an incident in your house and asked me to help you-the man replied.

-Excuse me, who are you?-Bruno and Delilah's daughter asked.

-I am a TV presenter on the program "The most shocking hypotheses" and my name is Alexander Konovalov. My colleagues and I would like us to film you for television-he replied.

-I don't want all the problems in my family to be shown on TV-Desire said.

-If you agree, maybe we can find the cause of your problem-said Alexander.

Desire looked at him, thought about it, and agreed with him.

Alexander Konovalov and his colleagues filmed everything they could. Even Dr. Grant, an employee from the studio of the Kuinsy brothers and sisters, decided to join them, because he has known the Pinky and Brain family for quite a long time. Then, when they started asking Pinky and Brain, who were sitting on the couch, and their family members were on the sidelines and looking at them, during the shooting, this happened.

-And you two, how do you understand that there are evil spirits in your house?-Alexander asked.

-We hear the noise of furniture and terrible footsteps. We see how furniture can move and levitate itself-Brain replied.

-Well, if there is someone in this house, then maybe the evil spirits will answer us-said Konovalov-Hey, is there anyone here? We are ready to listen to you-he turned to the evil spirit.

There was silence in the house.

-This is not a jukebox. The spirits can't answer you-Pinky said.

Brain, sitting next to Pinky, felt a headache again.

-Brain, are you all right?-Alexander asked.

Suddenly, the furniture in the hall shook a little and the light turned off, but it was not dark because the windows were open. Black Brain in Brain's body began to gradually subdue his descendant. The black mask started making sounds like a real demon. Everyone who saw what was happening now with Brain was shocked. The evil spirit in his descendant's body was smiling.

-Are you all right, Brain?-Konovalov asked.

Black Brain growled a little like a demon and answered with his own and Brain's voice at the same time: "Stop calling me Brain".

-Isn't that your name?-Dr. Grant asked.

-Brain is sleeping-the evil spirit replied-And I'm talking-he suddenly said in his own voice because he completely subdued Brain.

-And what should I call you?-Yefim Grant asked again.

But the evil spirit again made a demonic sound and grinned maliciously.

-What's your name?-the therapist asked again.

-You don't belong here-Black replied.

-My name is Yefim Christopherovich Grant. And who are you?-the doctor said and asked.

-This is my house. Get out of here-Black replied again.

-No. This is not your home. So, what's your name?-said Grant and asked for the fourth time so that he would find out the name of the spirit that subdues Brain.

-Knock, knock-said the evil spirit.

-OK-Konovalov understood.

-Who's there?-Dr. Grant asked.

-Black, Black, Black, Black-replied the black mask in the body of his descendant.

-Which Black?-the man in glasses asked.

-My name is Black Billovich Brain. And I am 8099 years old-the evil spirit replied.

Bruno thought in his mind that the one in Brain's body was born in 1901.

-Where did you come from?-Efim asked further.

-I came from the grave-Black replied.

-How did you die?-the doctor asked.

Black Brain thought for five seconds that he would answer them in the form of a lie so that the family would be scared again, and answered: "I'm blind. I had a hemorrhage. I just fell asleep and died in that chair in the corner".

All the relatives of Brain and Pinky, Pinky himself and Julia Scott with their children were very shocked by this.

-Why did you come here?-Dr. Grant asked.

Black Brain laughed angrily and replied: "I like the way they scream".

-Just leave us alone!-Desire shouted at him.

-Shut up, you old cow!-Black shouted back at her.

From this, this time, everyone who looked at Brain was shocked. Brain himself felt that the evil spirit had left his body and caught his breath.

-Brain, baby, are you all right?-Desire asked.

-Mom, I'm sorry-Brain said and ran off to his room.

One of Alexander Konovalov's colleagues stopped filming. He and the others who witnessed this horror also left Pinky and Brain's house.

Later that night, when everyone was asleep again, Black Brain decided to scare his family again. After capturing Brain's body, the evil spirit teleported outside, knocked on the door and quickly hid. The knock woke Rory this time. The purple-eyed robot came out of his room and opened the door.

-Hm. There's no one here-Julia Scott's son said.

Black Brain turned into a Crooked Man in the body of his descendant and stood in front of the robot. Brain's future son-in-law was very surprised by this, because he thought that the Crooked Man was only in the music box that Pinky "bought", but it turns out that in reality he also exists. Rory began to slowly move away from fear.

-There was a crooked man,

And he walked a crooked mile.

He found a crooked sixpence,

Upon a crooked stile-Black sang in a demonic voice.

Rory screamed in fear all over the house and ran to his mom. The others, hearing his cry, immediately ran out of their rooms.

-MOM! MOM!-the robot ran up to his mom.

-Rory, my son, what is it?-Julia Scott asked.

-There's a Crooked Man!-Rory replied.

-Who?-Vanessa didn't understand.

And suddenly they saw that Brain approached them, who had red eyes instead of pink, which meant that he was obsessed with Black.

-And thus his crooked soul,

Spiraled into a crooked hell.

Murdered his crooked family,

And laughed a crooked laugh-Julia Brain's husband sang in a demonic voice.

The red-eyed man hissed, windows all along the corridor broke and pieces of glass scattered on the floor. The evil spirit got out of the body of his descendant, who immediately fell to the floor and began to have epilepsy. Desire ran up to him.

-Call an ambulance!-Brain's mother screamed.

Meanwhile, there was another family living in London. There were ordinary people in this family, but they had unusual abilities. They could drive away evil spirits and saw visions, or simply put, they were demonologists and mediums. The family consisted of four people: a married couple Peter and Sarah and their teenage children Adolf and Dolores. Two people who have been married for 15 years and have 15-year-old children, since their children were born on the same day, were famous demonologists almost all over the world. If they hear that someone has a trouble in the form of evil spirits, they immediately go to the rescue.

In the morning, when this family woke up, Dr. Grant came to them.

-Excuse me, are you the famous demonologists?-he asked.

-Yes. It's us-Peter replied.

-I have something for you that Alexander Konovalov and I have been researching just recently-said Yefim.

Dr. Grant told Peter and Sarah everything that had happened to Brain, even showed them a recording of Brain talking in Black's voice.

-What do you say to that?-the therapist asked.

-OK. We will come to them and see how to help them-Peter replied.

-You have all the hope to expel the one who scares this family, this special guy who is possessed by this demon-Dr. Grant said.

-Dad, mom, my sister and I can go with you? We have never seen how you help people-Adolf asked and said.

-All right, son. I think you're a little big enough to come with us-Sarah agreed.

-Hooray!-rejoiced Dolores.

And that's what happened in Burbank. It was raining outside. The whole family of Pinky and Brain realized that evil spirits lived with them, they decided to lock the room in which Pinky and Brain slept together with a chain and lock. The ancestors of the pink-eyed and blue-eyed guys told them that from now on Pinky and Brain will sleep in their rooms where they sleep alone. Pinky and Brain agreed on this, or they rarely sleep alone.

-Rory, Mindy, I'm very worried about my father...-Gadget said.

-And so are we...-Mindy said.

-Poor Mr. Brain...-Rory said.

Brain, sitting in his room and looking out of the window, thought not only about his beloved Larry, but also to himself that sooner or later a demon would move into him again. The white-haired anorexic, who looks exhausted for the second time, decided to go outside to be alone again, despite the fact that there was a downpour outside. Pink-eyed, about to open the front door, heard it.

-Brain, granddaughter, where are you going to go again? Also in the rain. You should at least put on a raincoat-Delilah said.

-Grandma, I want to be alone for a while-said Brain, opened the door and shuddered almost from fright.

Standing on the threshold were Dr. Grant, Policeman Lotario, Nurse Tesla, Patrick Necromicon and his wife Nora and long-grown daughters Kora and Elvira.

-Hello-said the white-haired man to the guests.

-Good morning, Brain and everyone else (because the rest of the owners of the house have come-said the psychotherapist.

-What do you want from us?-Roger asked.

-We have come to you for help. But not alone," Lothario replied.

-And with whom?-Bruno asked.

-Peter, Sarah, come out-Grant called the demonologists.

Peter and Sarah and their children came out on the threshold.

-Who are they?-Diego asked.

-These are the demonologists Peter and Sarah. I suppose you've probably heard of them-Yefim replied.

-Yes, we've heard of them, but we've never seen them-Desire said.

-We can say that they are the recipients of the very Ed and Lorraine Warren with their daughter Judy-said Patrick Necromicon.

-But they died a long time ago, back in the 21st century-Pinky said.

-We all know, Pinky. But still, Peter and Sarah and their children agreed with me to help you-Dr. Grant said.

-Peter, Sarah, if you find anything, call us-Nora said.

-All right, Mrs. Necromicon-Peter agreed.

-Good luck to you-said the daughters of Patrick and Nora to the children of Peter and Sarah.

-Thank you-Adolf and Dolores thanked them.

The studio staff left.

Black Brain, in the form of invisibility, watched this and said, but no one heard his voice: "Ah, that's how it means. They called their worthless sorcerers who exorcise demons. Well, nothing. I will overcome my victory".

While the children of the demonologists began to get acquainted and play with Julia Scott's children and Brain's daughter, Peter and Sarah asked the owners of the house how their incident began.

-From here-Desire replied when she opened Pinky and Brain's room, where the two guys were sleeping together.

Pinky and Brain's room remained untouched after what Black had done.

-And after that incident, when your Brain spoke in the voice of the same Black, did this evil spirit continue to play pranks at night?-Peter asked.

-Yes, but it happened that he could be naughty in the daytime-Bruno replied.

-Could Black Brain by any chance be your relative?-Sarah asked.

-We don't know who he is. If we knew, maybe we would understand why he torments my only son," Desire replied.

-And I will also add that Brain has a fever and also refuses to eat. Although before that he refused as he is now, but I'm afraid what the devil will do to my grandson's body-Delilah said.

-Delilah, stop worrying about this nonsense again. If he likes to do anorexia for a long time, then let him do it-Belle said.

-That's why I sometimes have a bad relationship with you because Brain loves you more than me-said the yellow-haired one.

-Fever, then? Hmm. This happens to people when they feel that evil spirits are nearby-said Peter.

-Brain has a strong and not very high fever. And sometimes it passes. But we clearly see that he is not a bit sick because he takes good care of his health despite the fact that he rarely makes bad habits-Bernard said.

When Peter and Sarah were still inspecting the house except for the basement and attic, Black Brain, once in the basement, became visible. Black mask saw the pipes from which there was water in the house to turn on the taps in the kitchen and bathroom, and began to unscrew one part causing a flood in the basement. Black quickly disappeared.

Meanwhile, the children were playing together in the room where Rory and Mindy sleep together, playing and singing along to the song from the music box about the Crooked Man. But suddenly Dolores felt something unclean and left the room. The other children noticed and approached her.

-Do you guys see it too?-Dolores said and showed them what she saw.

In front of the children stood the same Black who looked at them like Valak in the portrait, where the portrait itself was in the building where Brain and Larry and his secret team liked to hang out.

-Who is this?-Mindy asked.

Black Brain left somewhere when Dolores wanted to answer.

-Hey! Where to?-Gadget said and followed Black.

-No, Gadget, stop!-Dolores shouted.

-It will only get worse!-Adolf shouted too.

Gadget, not hearing their cry, came to her father's room.

-Hmm. Where is he?-said the pink-eyed girl.

Suddenly she immediately noticed that there was a picture of Valak hanging on the wall. She couldn't believe her eyes, because the painting wasn't there at all, and her father can't go to the store because he can become possessed again at any time. The girl heard that the cassette abruptly turned on and the song "Hark the Herald Angels sing" from the movie "The Conjuring 2" started playing. Gadget cautiously approached the table and quickly turned off the cassette. Suddenly the lights went out in the room. Gadget, not afraid of this, quickly turned on the light. She was about to leave the room, but the door abruptly closed, then the light turned off again and the curtains also closed. Gadget got scared without screaming. Suddenly she noticed that a shadow appeared at the end of her father's room in the form of a Nun, but in fact it is Black, since he can transform into a Crooked Man in the form of a spirit, but also into a Nun. Gadget's pink eyes on her mask shrank from fear.

*Black's shadow slowly and unhurriedly approaches Valak's painting to the music of "Old Man Bill" by composer Joseph Bishara*

When the shadow of the evil spirit stood behind the painting, Gadget looked with surprise at the fact that Black's shadow seemed to be a finished part of the painting. Gray hands slowly appeared and grabbed the painting. Pink-eyed girl was already uncomfortable. Suddenly the eyes of the painting came to life and Black began to attack her. Gadget screamed in fear. When Black attacked her and immediately disappeared, the Gadget fell into a pile of empty boxes (don't ask where the pile came from). Black Brain and the painting quickly disappeared. The children heard it and immediately ran to her. Adults are the same. Gadget caught her breath hard after the fright.

-My God, Gadget, how are you?-Julia Brain asked anxiously.

-Yes-her daughter replied and stood up.

-Egad, people. I remembered something-suddenly Pinky spoke up.

-What is it, Mr. Pinky?-Dolores asked.

-We didn't look at the hall-the blue-eyed man answered.

-Pinky's right. Because it was from this place that Brain became ill on the night of August 15-Desire said.

Everyone came to the hall.

-When it all started, Brain suddenly woke up here in the middle of the night-Desire said, pointing to the rocking chair.

-Brain says that Black died right here at this place-Bernard said.

-So. I think I know what to do. Sarah, bring a glass of water and put it on this table. And you, Brain, sit on the rocking chair. We'll call Black-Peter said.

Brain sat down on a rocking chair. Sarah went to the kitchen, filled a glass with water from the kettle, came to the others and put the glass on the table, which stood next to the rocking chair.

-Is it really necessary?-Polly asked.

-We would like to confirm in the church that this voice does not come from Brain. If he puts water in his mouth, we will prove that this is not some form of ventriloquism-Peter replied.

-Does he have to be in this chair? It hurts me to watch him sitting in it-Bernard's wife asked and said.

-We know it's not easy for you, but the spirit has shown affection for this place. We will be easier to contact him if your son is sitting there-Sarah replied.

-Everything will be fine-Delilah told her grandson.

All the characters, except Brain, stood up as it was convenient for anyone: Peter sat on a chair at another table, Sarah, and Pinky's and Brain's dad and mom sat on the sofa, and the rest stood next to the sofa.

-Are you ready?-Peter asked Brain.

-Probably-said Desire's and Bernard's son.

Peter smiled at him, turned on the tape recorder for recording and began to say: "August 21, 10000. Peter, Sarah and Pinky and Brain's family are with you now. Okay. Let's start".

Brain took a mouthful of water and began to sit still.

-If someone or something wants to contact us, we are listening, speak up. What do you want from this guy?-Sarah's husband turned to the evil spirit.

There was complete silence. Brain felt and heard Black say something to him in his head. After Black's words in Brain's head, pink-eyed spat water into a glass and said, "He said he wouldn't talk while you were looking at me".

-That's weird. Why all of a sudden? He hasn't been shy about talking to us until now-Bruno said.

-And what if we turn away, then he will talk?-Peter asked.

-Maybe-Brain replied.

Peter smiled again and said: "Okay. Let's do it first".

Everyone slowly began to turn away. Desire, of course, was not very clever that she would do this, but she turned away from her son. Brain took another mouthful of water and sat still.

-What do you say, Black? We're not looking at you. Talk to us-Peter said.

Black realized that this man wanted to talk to him seriously, and leaving Brain in this position, teleported into some room and began to approach with loud steps. When he came to the hall, he turned off the light with his ability, growled and said: "Here I am".

*in the background, when the camera shows Peter's face, Black appears in the form of a ghost on the rocking chair where Brain is sitting. The evil spirit can barely be seen*

-Am I talking to the ghost that torments this family?-asked the father of Adolf and his sister.

-So that's who I am. That's what I'm doing-Black said.

-Yes. And I've come to put an end to it. Do you know who I am?-the demonologist said and asked.

-Peter, Pitty, Pete-the evil spirit replied.

-Peter, not Pete-Sarah's husband said.

-Your father called you Pete-Black said.

-Not true. My father called me Peter, like everyone else-Peter said.

But Black Brain laughed evily and the furniture made a slight noise.

-Come on, Black, you're not a psychiatrist. And I didn't come to talk about my father. Let's get down to business. M? Why don't you leave this family alone?-Peter said and asked.

-Because this is my home-Brain's ancestor replied.

-This isn't your house-Sarah's husband said.

-No, mine. I came to see my family. They're not here anymore-said the evil ghost.

-Because you're dead. If your family lived here, they haven't been here for a long time-the demonologist said.

-Where are they?-Black asked.

-I don't know. If I knew, I would help-Peter replied.

-I don't need your help-Black said.

-Go to the afterlife-Dolores and her brother's father ordered him.

-I don't believe in it-said the evil spirit.

-Why? M? Why don't you like Heaven?-asked Peter.

-I'm... not... a believer-the ghost replied.

-I'm sorry, Black. I don't care what you believe-said the demonologist, took out his cross and showed him-Do you see this?-he asked.

Black Brain, seeing the cross, screamed and said: "Help... me...Help... Me... Leave...".

*the evil ghost disappears and we see Brain sitting on the rocking chair again*

Brain, feeling that the ghost was gone, took a glass and spat water into it. Everyone turned to Brain and looked at him.

-Brain, son, are you okay?-Desire asked.

Brain was silent for a while, nodded silently, got up from rocking chair and went outside, as the rain had just ended. The road in the city was very wet from the rain, and there were several large puddles on the sidewalk. Cars, driving along their road, left only large splashes. Pink-eyed when walking next to this road, one gray cool car drove past him and left him big splashes on the unfortunate protagonist. Brain stopped and looked at the car. The front door of the car opened and got out of the car....Snowball!

-Snowball?-Brain was surprised.

Snowball smiled slyly. Then the back door opened and Snowflake first got out of the car, and then Billy.

-Snowflake? Billie?-Brain was surprised again.

The women also smiled slyly.

Brain recognized them immediately only by the colors of their eyes and hair. The white-haired man, when he, Pinky, Julia Brain and Gadget got into the world of the secret team to continue living with them and start a love affair with the head of the secret team, realized that the color of not only his hair, but also the rest of those from the world "Animaniacs" is the color of wool. But Julia Scott and her children can turn into mice, just like he and his family. Brain carefully looked at the appearance of his enemies. Snowball was dressed like a scientist, but his hairstyle was different, the color of his shirt and tie were the same color as Brain's, but only vice versa, and his pants were burgundy or darker than Brain's pants, but the yellow-haired guy did not have gloves, he also wore the same gray shoes as his enemy. Then Brain looked at Snowflake. The white-haired woman with green eyes looked very slender with small breasts, her shirt was blue and a yellow heart was painted on it, she also wore a short skirt and beautiful shoes, also blue and yellow. And at the end, Brain looked at Billie. The gray-haired woman was dressed like Pinky, but her clothes were orange. Brain immediately disliked the outfit of the blue-eyed mask.

-How did you get here? I thought that you wouldn't be able to find me after the beginning of 2021-the white-haired anorexic asked and said.

-Just like you, Brain. We have been living in this world for a long time and have been following you for a long time. And by the way, we also know Michael and get along very well with him-Snowball said.

-I hate Michael just as much as I hate the three of you-Brain said.

-Oh, yeah. And we are still aware that a certain ghost or some other otherworldly entity has possessed you-Snowflake said.

-Ghost-guy, ghost-guy, ghost-guy, ghost-guy, ghost-guy, ghost-guy, ghost-guy, ghost-guy!- called Billie to Brain and laughed.

Brain was very angry with her. He just came up to her and wanted to push her hard or hurt her, but Snowball doused him with a bucket of red paint (also don't ask where this bucket came from). Brain looked first at the paint on himself, and then at his enemies.

-You're a witcher!-Snowball shouted.

-Witcher, witcher, witcher, witcher, witcher, witcher, witcher, witcher, witcher, witcher!-Snowball, Snowflake and Billie called the white-haired and laughed.

Brain looked down and felt ashamed in front of them and tried to hold back tears.

-That's enough! Stop it, hooligans! I'm tired of you making comments!-the policeman shouted to Brain's enemies and turned to Brain himself-And you, Brain, be kind, go to your home and don't come out here until something else happens because of you. Do you understand?- he man said and asked.

Brain silently looked at him first and turned his back on them. Snowball and his friends looked at him with a malicious smile. Tears were already beginning to drip from Brain's eyes. The pink-eyed man headed home, continuing to shed his tears in silence. When Brain returned home, he was greeted by his entire family.

-Brain, for God's sake, what happened to you? Where did you get so dirty from?-Desire asked.

But her son did not answer and immediately ran to his room, locking the door behind him so that he could cry quietly.

-Brain-Desire went to his room.

Brain sat down on the floor next to the bed, pressed his legs to himself and began to cry.

-Brain, son, open the door. Son...- his mother was worried about him.

A few hours later, when it was 23:45, Brain calmed down, left his room, washed, put on a pink nightgown and went to his room to go to sleep. But Black Brain, as always, was not up to sleep at night, because he wants to torment his descendant again. Black Brain, with his demonic ability, teleported the sleeper back into the hall, but this time on the ceiling. The pink-eyed man woke up, looked around that he was back in the hall, but felt that he was on the ceiling.

-Help! Help!-he cried out in fear.

Brain was breathing nervously and hoping that someone would run, but he heard a familiar creak. Pink-eyed saw that Black Brain was sitting on a rocking chair. Black mask, when he looked at his descendant, slowly got up from his chair and began to leave the hall with the same steps. The white mask from the steps of his ancestor became even scarier than being on the ceiling. The pink-eyed anorexic suddenly felt and screamed from the fact that his hands themselves stretched forward and he crawled through the ceiling to the floor in the attic. There was nothing like that in the attic itself except it with curtains and a lot of different crosses that hung on all the walls. Suddenly one of the crosses slowly turned upside down. Brain was surprised out of fear. The other crosses also became inverted. And abruptly and unexpectedly from the wall, Black attacked Brain. The pink-eyed man screamed loudly in fear. Desire woke up quickly from his scream. She immediately realized that his scream was coming from the attic and quickly ran up the stairs. But there was a minus in the attic. It, like Pinky and Brain's room, where the guys slept together, was also locked with a chain. Brain's mom tried to pull the chain, but she couldn't.

-Help! There's someone here! Mom! Dad!-Brain shouted in fright.

-I'm trying, son! But nothing opens!-Desire shouted.

But the daughter of Delilah and Bruno almost screamed in shock when Black's head looked at her for a second as she passed through the door. Brain screamed again as Black tried to strangle him with the curtains.

-BRAIN!!!-Desire shouted.

Peter and Sarah woke up from her scream and ran to the attic.

-What happened? What's going on here?-Peter asked.

-Brain is behind this door and he needs help!-Desire replied.

Peter also tried to pull the chain and said: "Desire, I need the key".

Desire ran to get the key to the attic because she remembers where she put it. Peter ran after her.

-Brain, hold on, we're coming!-Sarah shouted.

Peter and Desire came running in a couple of seconds with the key. Peter quickly opened the lock and everyone quickly went into the attic. Brain kept screaming and twitching, and his whole head was covered in curtains. But Black managed to disappear in time when he heard that the lock had opened. Peter quickly and carefully removed the curtains from the Brain. Pink-eyed barely caught his breath as he felt that he would soon suffocate.

-Brain, son...-Desire said.

-Mom...-Brain snuggled up to her.

-It's okay, baby, mom's here-she soothed him.

No one noticed that all the crosses were in the normal position except for one. Sarah looked at all the crosses and saw that one cross had almost moved back to its normal position.

A little later in the afternoon, Brain was asleep this time, because he could not sleep again. His family and even the demonologists with their children did not bother him. Despite the fact that Peter and Sarah only spent one night here, the whole family really liked this couple, because they had never met such people. Peter was happy to help fix the kitchen sink.

-Wow. You're a jack-of-all-trades-Belle said.

-Well, it's just that my wife and I really like to help all people-said Peter.

-Belle, we have this in our basement-Polly said when she came up.

-What is it, girlfriend?-Brain's grandmother asked.

-Someone unscrewed one part of the water pipes and because of this, another flood turned out-said Pinky's grandmother.

-The flood, you say? Well, let's see what's in there-said Peter.

Polly, Belle and Peter came to the basement. In the basement there was a staircase just like from the movie "The Conjuring 2" and a lot of water.

-Wow-Peter was surprised-Well, nothing, now we'll fix it. Belle, Polly, shine a flashlight on me-he said, who had his own flashlight in his hand.

Pinky's and Brain's grandmothers turned on their flashlights and shone on Peter so that he could see his way better. The demonologist, when he came down the stairs, began to look for where it was unscrewed. The women watched them. When Peter soon began to fix the tap water, Belle suddenly noticed that Black's shadow appeared not far behind Peter and began to approach Peter.

-Polly, look-Diego's wife showed her friend what she saw.

-Oh, no-Vanessa's mom said.

Black's shadow had already moved closer to Peter.

-Peter, there's someone behind you-Bernard's mother said.

Black's shadow disappeared when Peter looked back with a flashlight. The man started looking for someone who was following him. Belle started boldly down the stairs. But Polly, with her cowardice, remained standing and watching her friend. The evil spirit in an invisible form noticed that Brain's grandmother had already descended the stairs, and he, diving into the water, grabbed her free hand and began to drag her to him. Belle, sensing this, screamed and pulled her hand towards her.

-Belle, is everything okay?-Peter asked when he came running to her.

-He bit me. Just like he bit Brain-she replied, showing the bite mark on her arm.

-How awful-Polly said.

Meanwhile, Brain woke up, took his water treatments and walked over to Pinky, who meanwhile was already having a snack on cheese cake prepared by Vanessa.

-Oh, hi, Brain. Would you like to keep me company? You're just finally eating. From eating, Brain, you will just forget all your troubles-said the blue-eyed one.

-You're always talking nonsense, Pinky-said Brain and abruptly stuck the knife into the table.

-Umm...Brain, are you all right? Or are you possessed by Black again?-Roger's son asked and began to be a little afraid.

-What's it to you, asshole? You're the dumbest person I've ever met!-Brain said in a stern tone and stuck two knives into the table.

-Brain....-Pinky said.

-I'LL EAT YOUR SOUL, YOU FILTHY, STINKING RODENT!!! AND DON'T CALL ME BRAIN!!!-Bernard's son shouted loudly in Black's demonic voice.

-HELP!!!-Pinky shouted.

*next, the camera shows the ancestors of the guys, two Julias, children and demonologists who are not far from the kitchen. And when they heard Pinkie scream a second time, they immediately run after their scream*

When Peter tried to enter the kitchen first, the door quickly closed, but Sarah's husband easily broke down the door. The kitchen was a very big mess. There were broken dishes everywhere, broken spoons and forks, all the knives were lying on the floor and the table was on the floor with the upside down side.

-Pinky! Where's Pinky?-Vanessa said.

-Pinky!-Roger was calling his son.

The kitchen cabinet door opened and Pinky appeared inside the cabinet.

-Pinky, grandson-Polly ran up to her grandson and pulled him out of the closet.

-Where's Brain?-Desire asked.

-Pinky, have you seen him?-Gadget's mother asked.

Pinky silently pointed to the doors where the batteries were hidden inside. Adolf wrote down everything that happened just in case. Peter carefully opened the doors. Brain, once again possessed by Black, was in the most uncomfortable position and growled demonically. All the white masks had their eyes squeezed shut in horror. Peter took off his cross and started doing the same thing as yesterday afternoon.

Black in Brain's body said: "Me...Doesn't give...Me... Doesn't give...Me...".

And the evil spirit disappeared from the body of his descendant. Peter put on his cross, carefully pulled Brain out and gave Desire to calm her son down.

-How could he be here?-Diego asked.

-That's a good question, my friend-Bruno replied.

All the heroes came to the hall. Desiree sat her son on the sofa and comforted him.

-It's worse than we thought-Bernard said.

-Don't tell me, son-Belle told him.

Suddenly the doorbell rang. Bruno opened the door. The studio staff was standing on the threshold, only without the Necromicon's wife and children.

-Hello-said the yellow-eyed man.

-Good evening. We'd like to talk privately with Peter and Sarah. If you don't mind-Dr. Grant said.

-Of course-agreed Delilah's husband-Peter, Sarah-he called the demonologists.

The parents of Adolf and Dolores approached.

-Peter, Sarah, come on us. We need to discuss something outside-Necromicon said.

The studio staff and demonologists left the house.

-I asked Alexander, before your arrival, to install video cameras everywhere. And so, what happened recently in the kitchen, we looked at it and realized that it was rigged-Grant said.

-What?-Sarah didn't understand.

-See-Lotario said.

Necromicon took out his laptop and turned on the recording that he and his staff had watched. The video shows that Brain, possessed by Black, easily lifts the table and throws it on the floor, breaks the dishes by throwing it on the floor and easily breaks one of the spoons.

-So much for blind faith-said Nurse Tesla.

-Well, now I will expel these exorcists from the city-said Black, watching them and with his ability blocked the visions of Peter and Sarah and their children.

A few minutes later, when the staff and demonologists went back into the house and told the ancestors of Pinky and Brain what they were discussing on the street, then this was what happened.

-So this is all a setup, right?-that's how Desire understood.

-Stop making this spectacle for you. Don't complicate your son's life-said Agnia Tesla.

Brain, continuing to sit and listen to the conversation of adults, tried not to cry about the fact that the employees were telling lies, but tears were flowing on his face.

-In your opinion, we set it up, right?-Belle asked.

-Well, no, understand us, how can our Brain, with his skinny physique and very small weight, lift an entire table? Have you thought about it?-Delilah asked, too.

-Enough jokes. If it goes on like this, then I will close my studio forever. Not only did I lose my favorite actors and their descendants and ancestors on August 9 because of your stupid enemy Michael, so now Brain behaves not normally after their death-said Patrick Necromicon.

-But do you believe us?-Polly asked the demonologists.

-We are very sorry for you, really. But we don't see anything supernatural-Sarah said.

-Go away-Brain's mother said.

-What?-Peter didn't understand.

-Go away!-Bernard's wife repeated-Out! Everyone out!-she screamed.

-OK. As you say-Tesla agreed.

The employees left the house.

-Adolf, Dolores, we're going home. Now-Sarah told her children.

Adolf and Sarah turned to their friends.

-Forgive us-Dolores said guiltily.

-It's okay. We really understand-said Gadget.

Mindy hugged Dolores and said: "We will miss you so much".

-We too-hugged the daughter of Peter and Sarah in response.

-Here, take a tape as a keepsake. I recorded another message from Black when your Brain was in the kitchen-Adolf said and gave Rory the tape.

Rory took the tape and said: "Thank you very much. Thank you".

The robot hugged Adolf, and Adolf hugged back.

-We'll see you again, won't we?-Gadget asked.

-Maybe. Bye-bye-Dolores answered and said.

-Bye-Gadget said goodbye.

Adolf and Dolores approached their parents and left with them. It started raining again on the street and it was dark. All the adults slowly began to go about their business. Desire started cleaning the kitchen. Removing the pieces of dishes with a mop, she begins to cry from the fact that this horror in the house will never stop. Suddenly the red-eyed one heard it.

-Help! Help!-Julia Scott shouted.

Desire and all the other adults came running into the hall because their descendants remained in the hall. They saw that the frightened Julia Scott levitated, and Brain again with red eyes, or rather Black in Brain's body, laughed demonically and maliciously.

-For God's sake, leave us alone!-Desire shouted.

Black manipulated Julia from one wall to the other and let her go.

-Mom!-Mindy and Rory ran up to their mom.

-Everyone outside, now!-Belle shouted.

Black watched as Brain's family left the house. Rory, leaving the house, took his umbrella with him and opened it so that he would not get wet and would not get a short circuit. Desire wanted to go into the house to pick up Brain, but the door abruptly closed.

-Brain! BRAIN!!!-she shouted and knocked on the door.

-We can't save him-Vanessa said.

-No-Bruno snapped (that is, he said firmly)-There must be a way out-said Brain's grandfather.

Suddenly, lightning struck the tree sharply, leaving it with a sharp end that resembled a stake. Everyone was in shock.

-And if he is...-Mindy began.

-I'll have time to save him-the yellow-eyed man said in a bold and firm tone.

-But...Bruno...I don't want to lose you...-Delilah said.

-Honey, even if I save Brain, I'll do it posthumously-her husband said.

-Honey...-his wife said.

-I love you, Goldilocks. And all of you, the rest-said Bruno, broke down the door and began to look for Brain, because Black in Brain's body teleported to another place again.

-Bruno!! No!!-Delilah cried.

Yellow-eyed was looking for his grandson at that time.

-Brain! Brain!-he was calling his grandson.

The white-haired man went into the room where Mindy and Rory were sleeping together.

-Brain-Delilah's husband called again.

He wanted to leave the room, but suddenly he heard that the music box, which was standing on the floor, turned on itself and started playing a song, but only for four lines: "There was a crooked man,

And he walked a crooked mile.

He found a crooked sixpence,

Upon a crooked stile".

Bruno did not understand what this could mean, raised his head and saw that Black was standing in front of him in the form of a Hunchback. The white-haired man from fright and without screaming quickly ran out of the room and closed the door. Black broke down the door with his umbrella like Johnny from the movie "The Shining". Bruno, running away from him and checking all the rooms, soon went to check the attic, but Black again returned to his beloved victim. Brain himself was standing in the attic by the closed window.

-Brain-Bruno said when he came to him.

Brain opened his arms. The window opened abruptly and shards of glass fell to the floor. Black's victim stood on the windowsill. Bruno realized from shock what Brain was going to do.

-Brain!-yellow-eyed shouted and managed to catch his grandson with one hand when Brain just jumped off and did not have time to fall, and with the other hand he held on to the curtains.

The rest of the characters from the street saw what was happening outside the window and were very scared.

-Hold on, Brain!-Bruno shouted.

But then something else happened terribly. The grommets on the cornice began to break, and Bruno and Brain began to gradually fall. Black, already in visible form, was watching Bruno and smiling maliciously.

-Bruno!-Delilah screamed and ran to save her husband.

The others ran after her. When they reached the attic, they were scared and surprised when they saw not only Bruno holding Brain and the curtains, but also Black with an evil smile. Suddenly there was a white glow and out of it appeared some kind of angel with pink eyes, with white-pink hair, with pink wings and a halo. The angel had a very angry face.

-White Smart?!-Black wondered to himself.

-Your name gives me power over you, demon. I know your name-said the new character.

Black Brain growled demonically. From his growl, all the crosses fell down.

-You're Black Brain! Renegade! Filth! You are the Marquis of Snakes! In the Name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit, I banish you to Hell!-shouted White Smart.

Suddenly, a portal with black lighting appeared on the wall and sucked the screaming Black Brain into Hell. White Smart suddenly disappeared. Those who looked at it did not understand what it was. When the penultimate grommet broke, Bruno screamed.

-Bruno!!!-Delilah, Belle, Polly and Diego screamed, ran up to him and managed to save Bruno and Brain.

-Bruno...Darling...How are you?...-Delilah asked.

-It's okay, honey. I'm fine-Bruno caught his breath.

Brain cleared his throat and barely caught his breath, too.

-Brain, my son, is everything okay?-Desire asked.

-Yes-Brain replied.

-My little one -she hugged him.

The next day, Brain felt very well after sleeping and was able to live normally again and go outside. Brain and Pinky, when they were sitting on the bench, pink-eyed started a conversation.

-Pinky, I have a question for you-he said.

-Which one?-his friend asked.

-Where did you buy that damn music box?"-Brain asked.

-Honestly, Brain, I didn't buy it, I just took it for free from a stranger-Pinky replied.

-What did you do?-Brain was surprised.

-And I also took a Ouija board from him-the blue-eyed man confessed again.

-Pinky, did you at least realize that this horror started because of you?!-Brain shouted angrily.

-Brain, I didn't think this would happen-his partner said.

-I didn't think. Now you'll think about it well-Brain said and gave him a blow on the head, and Pinky fell-What an incorrigible idiot he is, after all, he said.

And after that, Brain called Necromicon and said that he was already better and told him what he said, and the Necromicon himself understood this and told him that the apology was accepted. After the call with Brain, the director called Peter and Sarah and said that everything was fine in Brain and Pinkie's family now and ordered them to take the damn box from them. Demonologists came to the family of the main characters and took the box from them. In Brain's room, two cassettes on which Black's voice messages were recorded turned on themselves at the same time and it was heard: "Help me, he doesn't give me leave...Help me, he doesn't give me leave...".

Meanwhile, in Hell, Black Brain was sitting in a cage, and next to him stood Scarlet King with an evil smile.

-Help me, he doesn't give me leave...Help me, he doesn't give me leave..-said Black, who had a tragedy on his mask.

But this is not the end, wait for more continuation and new adventures of the heroes))))))))))

Russian version.

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Глава 3. Брейновский полтергейст. Часть 2.

Когда предки Пинки и Брейна, дети и две Джулии вернулись домой с универмага, вся семья начала праздновать день рождения Бруно. В этом году (то есть в 10000 году по их календарю) Бруно исполнилось 8079 лет. Когда все начали устраивать трапезу, Брейн говорил что ничего не хочет и вышел на улицу.

-Что это с ним?-не поняла Делайла.

-Милая, ну Брейн не хочет с нами и что? Я понимаю что он после потери своего друга вообще потерял аппетит. У всех такое бывает-сказал Бруно.

-Даже не знаю что ответить тебе, друг мой-сказал Диего.

-Я не думаю что это причина Брейна, мистер Бруно-сказал Пинки.

-Да? А какая у него тогда причина?-спросил жёлтоглазый мужчина.

-Всю ночь он вёл себя странно, а утром ему что-то показалось. Только я проснулся от того что он кричал-ответил голубоглазый парень.

-Боже мой. Я надеюсь он не сильно болен-сказала Дезире.

В это время Брейн был на улице сидя на скамейке. Он реально чувствовал себя что как будто кто-то за ним преследует и манипулирует его. Розовоглазый боялся что с его семьёй тоже может что-то случится, если он окажется с ними рядом. Брейн вернулся домой поздно в 23:00, когда все начали ложиться спать. Он пошёл лечь спать сново в комнату, где спит рядом с Пинки. Сам Пинки в это время читал книгу. Брейн из шкафа вытащил верёвку. Розовоглазый парень первым концом верёвки привязал кровать, а другим концом верёвки свою руку.

-Для чего тебе это?-спросил Пинки когда он заметил что делает Брейн.

-Вдруг сново буду ходить во сне-ответил Брейн и лёг на свою кровать.

Пинки, закончив читать книгу, положил её на тумбочку и выключил ночник.

Спустя 4 часа, в 3 часа ночи, Брейн во сне упал с кровати, потому что Блэк опять начал шалить как и в прошлой ночью. Брейн очнулся опять непонимая что с ним происходит. Вдруг он услышал громкий стук в дверь. Розовоглазый снял со своей руки узел и тихо вышел из комнаты. Брейн быстро нашёл фонарик, который стоял на столике в коридоре, и включил его. Брейн тихо пошёл по коридору чтобы найти того, кто стучал в дверь.

-Мама?...Папа?...-спрашивал он.

Но в ответ была полная тишина. Брейн пришёл в зал. Здесь тоже никого не было. Но через пару секунд он заметил что кресло-качалка двинулась сама. Розовоглазый парень быстро побежал обратно в комнату и закрыл дверь стулом. Пинки, ничего не слышав, спокойно продолжал спать. Брейн лёг на свою кровать чтобы быть в полной безопасности. Но к несчастью он услышал что дверь сама открылась. Брейн быстро принял сидячее положение. Блэк в виде невидимого злого духа начал медленно к нему подходить. Брейн услышав шаги, включил фонарик, но заметил что никого не было. Но шаги продолжали слышаться. Розовоглазому уже было страшно и спрятался под одеялом с включённым фонариком. Блэк продолжал медленно к нему подходить. Белая маска под одеялом от страха не только тревожно дышал, но ещё с его глаз текли слёзы. Когда Блэк уже подошёл к своему потомку, сильно дёрнул за одеяло и сильно укусил Брейна за левое плечо. Сам Брейн почувствовав громко закричал и дёргался. Пинки неожиданно проснулся.

-Брейн, в чём дело? Ты чего?-спросил голубоглазый.

Брейн, придя в себя, после того как его укусили, ответил, чуть ли не сквозь слёзы: "В нашей комнате кто-то есть".

-Что? Тут никого. О чём ты говоришь?-сказал Пинки.

Вся мебель в комнате парней начать шуметь из-за демонической способности Блэка Брейна. Сами парни начали кричать от страха. Все предки Пинки и Брейна, две Джулии и дети проснулись от шума и выбежали из своих комнат. Пинки и Брейн тоже выбежали из своих комнат.

-Мальчики, что случилось? Что такое?-спросила Полли.

-В нашей комнате кто-то есть-ответил Пинки.

-Что?-не поняла Ванесса.

-Он мне ещё вот здесь укусил-сказал Брейн и показал место укуса.

-Боже мой-сказала Делайла.

Дезире зашла в комнату парней и начала везде осматривать. Но опять никого здесь не было из-за хитрости Блэка. Вдруг жена Бернарда, когда искала нечисть под кроватью Пинки, заметила доску Уиджу и вытащила её оттуда.

-Вы что играли с этим? По очереди пугали друг друга до чёртиков? Не даёте никому нормально поспать?-говорила она и начала рвать доску на несколько частей.

-Но, мам-начал говорить Брейн подойдя к ней вместе с Пинки.

-Замолчи! Не хочу больше ничего слышать! Живо все в постель!-кричала Дезире.

Блэк своей манипуляцией толкнул шкаф и закрыл им дверь. Пинки и Брейн от страха закричали и прижались к Дезире. Сама Дезире и остальные герои были в шоке. Когда парни успокоились и поставили шкаф на место, все сново пошли спать. А Блэк ушёл из дома чтобы подготовиться к новому веселью. Брейн на этот раз после этого уснул, но ему снился только кошмар.

Спустя несколько часов, когда наступило утро, Брейн проснулся.

-Боже мой...Что со мной вообще такое?...-говорил он.

Розовоглазый почувствовал что опять у него был жар и голова болела. Он не хотел вставать сегодня. Брейн повернулся на другой бок и видел что Пинки всё ещё спал. Внук Бруно вздохнул, встал с кровати, сделал утренние дела в ванной комнате, переоделся и вышел на улицу. Он, как и вчера пропуская трапезу, сел на скамейку и сново впал в депрессию.

-Но почему именно я? Почему? Почему именно я должен страдать? Сначало я потерял Ларри, а теперь я одержим какой-то нечистью. За что мне это всё? Ненавижу свою жизнь-говорил он сам собой и с его глаз текли слёзы.

Спустя три часа Брейн заметил что к его дому приехала полиция.

-Что здесь делает полиция?-спросил он и пошёл к своему дому.

Полицейские в это время начали осматривать дом.

-Дедушка Диего, что здесь делает полиция?-спросил Брейн когда пришёл домой и спросил мужу Белль.

-Это я вызвал, внучок. Всё-таки в нашем доме есть нечисть-ответил отец Бернарда.

Мужчина и женщина, которые являлись полицейскими, везде осматривали дом.

-Вы точно уверены что слышали странный шум?-спрашивала женщина-полицейский.

-Да, мы все слышали-ответила Белль.

-Может в вашем доме завелась мышь?-спросил мужчина полицейский.

-Ага. Огромная мышь-с сарказмом сказала Делайла.

Вдруг стул, который стоял рядом с полицейскими, сам двинулся и встал за кухонным столом рядом с остальными стульями. Это видели абсолютно все. Даже полицейские были немного в шоке. Когда все вышли на улицу, женщина-полицейский сказала: "Мы напишем рапорт о происшествии и всё подтвердим, если кто-то спросит".

-Рапорт? Это протясающе! От всех наших проблем все пытаются откреститься бумажками!-недовольным тоном сказала Дезире.

-Брейн, сынок, всё нормально?-спросил Бернард Брейн своему сыну.

-Опять голова болит-ответил Брейн положив руку на свою голову.

-Пошли, сынок. Тебе надо больше отдыхать-сказал муж Дезире и зашёл со своим сыном в дом.

Спустя четыре дня, когда наступило 20 августа 10000 год, Брейн чувствовал что ему сново стало немного лучше, так как за эти дни у него очень сильно болела голова. Делайла пришла к нему проведать.

-Брейн, внучок, как ты?-спросила она.

-Немного хорошо себя чувствую-ответил он.

-Может, ты поешь? Ты четыре дня вообще не ел из-за боли в твоей голове-сказала жёлтоволосая женщина.

-Не хочу. Меня сильно мучает что-то ещё. У меня такое ощущение что моя жизнь полна страданиями и нет никакого счастья-говорил Брейн.

-Брейн, ну что ты. Твоя жизнь вовсе не полна страданиями. У тебя есть мы: я, твоя бабушка Белль, твои дедушки, твои родители, твои жена с дочерью, твой будущий зять с его сестрой, Джулия и Пинки с его семьёй. Мы всегда будем рядом с тобой-сказала Делайла.

-Я вас очень люблю-сказал Брейн.

-И мы тебя тоже-сказала Делайла и обняла его.

Брейн прижимался к ней, а Делайла гладила его по голове.

Тем временем Дезире возвращалась домой с универмага. Когда она хотела подойти к двери, к ней подошёл какой-то мужчина.

-Простите, это вы, один из жителей дома Пинки и Брейна?-спросил незнакомец.

-Да. Этот дом мой. А вам что нужно?-ответила и спросила она.

-Мне полицейские прислали рапорт о происшествии в вашем доме и попросили мне чтобы я вам помог-ответил мужчина.

-А вы, простите, кто?-поинтересовалась дочь Бруно и Делайлы.

-Я телеведущий по передаче "Самые шокирующие гипотезы" и зовут меня Александр Коновалов. Я и мои коллеги хотели бы чтобы мы засняли вас для телевидения-ответил он.

-Я не хочу чтобы все проблемы в моей семье показывали по телевизору-сказала Дезире.

-Если вы согласитесь, возможно мы сможем найти причину вашей проблемы-сказал Александр.

Дезире посмотрела на него, подумала над этим и согласилась с ним.

Александр Коновалов и его коллеги засняли всё, что смогли. Даже Доктор Грант, сотрудник из студии братьев и сестры Куинси, решил к ним присоединиться, потому что он семью Пинки и Брейна знает их довольно очень давно. Далее, когда они во время съёмки стали спрашивать Пинки и Брейна, которые сидели на диване, а их члены семьи были в сторонке и смотрели на них, произошло вот что.

-А вы, двое, как понимаете, что в вашем доме завелась нечисть?-спросил Александр.

-Слышим шум мебели и страшные шаги. Видим как мебель может сама перемещаться и левитировать-ответил Брейн.

-Хорошо, если в этом доме кто-то есть, то может нечисть нам ответит-говорил Коновалов-Эй, здесь кто-нибудь есть? Мы готовы вас выслушать-обратился он к злому духу.

В доме была тишина.

-Это вам не музыкальный автомат. Духи не могут вам ответить-сказал Пинки.

Брейн, сидев рядом с Пинки, опять ощущал головную боль.

-Брейн, с тобой всё хорошо?-спросил Александр.

Вдруг в зале мебель немного затряслась и свет отключился, но темно не было потому что окна были открыты. Блэк Брейн в теле Брейна начал постепенно подчинить своего потомка. Чёрная маска начал издавать звуки как настоящий демон. Все, кто увидел что происходит сейчас с Брейном, были в шоке. Злой дух в теле своего потомка улыбался.

-С тобой всё нормально, Брейн?-спросил Коновалов.

Блэк Брейн немного зарычал как демон и ответил своим и голосом Брейна одновременно: "Хватит называть меня Брейном".

-Тебя не так зовут?-спросил Доктор Грант.

-Брейн спит-ответил злой дух-А я говорю-вдруг сказал он своим собственным голосом потому что он полностью подчинил Брейна.

-И как мне звать тебя?-сново спросил Ефим Грант.

Но злой дух опять издавал демонические звук и злобно ухмылялся.

-Как тебя зовут?-опять спросил психотерапевт.

-Вам здесь не место-ответил Блэк.

-Меня зовут Ефим Кристоферович Грант. А ты кто?-сказал и спросил доктор.

-Это мой дом. Убирайтесь отсюда-сново ответил Блэк.

-Нет. Это не твой дом. Итак, как тебя зовут?-сказал и четвертый раз спросил Грант чтобы он узнал имя духа, который подчиняет Брейна.

-Тук, тук-сказал злой дух.

-Хорошо-понял Коновалов.

-Кто там?-спросил Доктор Грант.

-Блэк, Блэк, Блэк, Блэк-ответил чёрная маска в теле своего потомка.

-Какой Блэк?-спрашивал мужчина в очках.

-Меня зовут Блэк Биллович Брейн. И мне 8099 лет-ответил злой дух.

Бруно в своих мыслях подумал что тот, кто в теле Брейна, родился в 1901 году.

-Откуда ты взялся?-дальше спрашивал Ефим.

-Я пришёл из могилы-ответил Блэк.

-Как ты умер?-спросил доктор.

Блэк Брейн на пять секунд задумался что бы ответить им в виде лжи, чтобы семья была сново испугана, и ответил: "Я ослеп. У меня было кровоизлияние. Я просто заснул и умер в том кресле в углу".

Все родственники Брейна и Пинки, сам Пинки и Джулия Скотт со своими детьми были очень в шоке от этого.

-Зачем ты пришёл сюда?-поинтересовался Доктор Грант.

Блэк Брейн злобно засмеялся и отвечал: "Мне нравится как они кричат".

-Просто оставь нас в покое!-кричала ему Дезире.

-Заткнись, старая корова!-кричал Блэк ей в ответ.

От этого на этот раз все, кто смотрел на Брейна, были в шоке. Сам Брейн почувствовал что злой дух ушёл из его тела и отдышался.

-Брейн, детка, с тобой всё нормально?-спросила Дезире.

-Мам, прости-сказал Брейн и убежал в свою комнату.

Один из коллег Александра Коновалова прекратил съёмку. Также он и остальные, которые стали ещё свидетелями этого ужаса, ушли из дома Пинки и Брейна.

Позже ночью, когда сново все спали, Блэк Брейн опять решил сново напугать свою семью. Захватив тело Брейна, злобный дух телепортнулся на улице, постучал в дверь и быстро спрятался. От стука на этот раз проснулся Рори. Фиолетовоглазый робот вышел из своей комнаты и открыл дверь.

-Хм. Никого здесь нет-сказал сын Джулии Скотт.

Блэк Брейн в теле своего потомка превратился в Горбуна и встал перед роботом. Будущий зять Брейна очень удивился этому, потому что он думал что Горбун ведь только в музыкальной шкатулке бывает, которую "купил" Пинки, но оказывается что в реальности он тоже есть. Рори от страха начал потихоньку отходить.

-Жил был Горбун на горбатом мосту,

Монетку нашёл он в горбатом лесу-демоническим голосом пел Блэк.

Рори закричал от страха на весь дом и побежал к своей маме. Остальные, услышав его крик, сразу выбежали из своих комнат.

-МАМА! МАМА!-подбежал к своей маме робот.

-Рори, сыночек, что такое?-спросила Джулия Скотт.

-Там Горбун!-ответил Рори.

-Кто?-не поняла Ванесса.

И вдруг они увидели что к ним подошёл Брейн, у которого вместо розовых глаз, были красные, что означало что он был одержим Блэком.

-От дома, что на горбатом мосту,

Страхом и гнилью несёт за версту.

Слышан оттуда горбатый набат,

Душа Горбуна отправилась в ад-демоническом голос пел муж Джулии Брейн.

Красноглазый зашипел, окна по всему коридору разбились и кусочки стёкол разлетелись на полу. Злой дух выбрался из тела своего потомка, который сразу упал на пол и началась у него эпилепсия. Дезире подбежала к нему.

-Вызовите скорую!-кричала мать Брейна.

А тем временем в Лондоне проживала ещё одна семе��ка. В этой семье были обыкновенные люди, но они обладали необычными способностями. Они могли прогонять злых духов и видели видения, или проще говоря они были демонологами и медиумами. В семье состояли четыре человека: супружеская пара Питер и Сара и их дети-подростки Адольф и Долорес. Два человека, которые уже как 15 лет состоят в браке и имеют 15-летних детей, так как их дети родились в один день, были знаменитыми демонологами почти по всему миру. Если они услышат что у кого-то случилась беда в виде нечисти, то сразу идут на помощь.

Утром, когда эта семейка проснулась, к ним приехал Доктор Грант.

-Извините, вы те самые знаменитые демонологи?-спрашивал он.

-Да. Это мы-ответил Питер.

-У меня для вас есть то, что я и Александр Коновалов исследовали как раз недавно-сказал Ефим.

Доктор Грант рассказал Питеру и Саре всё, что случилось с Брейн, даже показал им запись, где Брейн разговаривал голосом Блэка.

-Что вы на это скажете?-спрашивал психотерапевт.

-Хорошо. Мы приедем к ним и посмотрим как им помочь-ответил Питер.

-На вас вся надежда чтобы изгнать того, кто пугает эту семью, особенного этого парня, который одержим этим демоном-сказал Доктор Грант.

-Папа, мама, я и сестра можем с вами поехать? Мы никогда не видели как вы помогаете людям-спросил и сказал Адольф.

-Хорошо, сынок. Думаю что вы достаточно немного большие чтобы с нами поехать-согласилась Сара.

-Ура!-обрадовалась Долорес.

Блэк Брейн в теле своего потомка превратился в Горбуна и встал перед роботом. Будущий зять Брейна очень удивился этому, потому что он думал что Горбун ведь только в музыкальной шкатулке бывает, которую "купил" Пинки, но оказывается что в реальности он тоже есть. Рори от страха начал потихоньку отходить.

-Жил был Горбун на горбатом мосту,

Монетку нашёл он в горбатом лесу-демоническим голосом пел Блэк.

Рори закричал от страха на весь дом и побежал к своей маме. Остальные, услышав его крик, сразу выбежали из своих комнат.

-МАМА! МАМА!-подбежал к своей маме робот.

-Рори, сыночек, что такое?-спросила Джулия Скотт.

-Там Горбун!-ответил Рори.

-Кто?-не поняла Ванесса.

И вдруг они увидели что к ним подошёл Брейн, у которого вместо розовых глаз, были красные, что означало что он был одержим Блэком.

-От дома, что на горбатом мосту,

Страхом и гнилью несёт за версту.

Слышан оттуда горбатый набат,

Душа Горбуна отправилась в ад-демоническом голос пел муж Джулии Брейн.

Красноглазый зашипел, окна по всему коридору разбились и кусочки стёкол разлетелись на полу. Злой дух выбрался из тела своего потомка, который сразу упал на пол и началась у него эпилепсия. Дезире подбежала к нему.

-Вызовите скорую!-кричала мать Брейна.

А тем временем в Лондоне проживала ещё одна семейка. В этой семье были обыкновенные люди, но они обладали необычными способностями. Они могли прогонять злых духов и видели видения, или проще говоря они были демонологами и медиумами. В семье состояли четыре человека: супружеская пара Питер и Сара и их дети-подростки Адольф и Долорес. Два человека, которые уже как 15 лет состоят в браке и имеют 15-летних детей, так как их дети родились в один день, были знаменитыми демонологами почти по всему миру. Если они услышат что у кого-то случилась беда в виде нечисти, то сразу идут на помощь.

Утром, когда эта семейка проснулась, к ним приехал Доктор Грант.

-Извините, вы те самые знаменитые демонологи?-спрашивал он.

-Да. Это мы-ответил Питер.

-У меня для вас есть то, что я и Александр Коновалов исследовали как раз недавно-сказал Ефим.

Доктор Грант рассказал Питеру и Саре всё, что случилось с Брейн, даже показал им запись, где Брейн разговаривал голосом Блэка.

-Что вы на это скажете?-спрашивал психотерапевт.

-Хорошо. Мы приедем к ним и посмотрим как им помочь-ответил Питер.

-На вас вся надежда чтобы изгнать того, кто пугает эту семью, особенного этого парня, который одержим этим демоном-сказал Доктор Грант.

-Папа, мама, я и сестра можем с вами поехать? Мы никогда не видели как вы помогаете людям-спросил и сказал Адольф.

-Хорошо, сынок. Думаю что вы достаточно немного большие чтобы с нами поехать-согласилась Сара.

-Ура!-обрадовалась Долорес.

А в Бербанке вот что было. На улице шёл ливень. Вся семья Пинки и Брейна поняли что у них живёт нечисть, решили комнату, в которой спали вместе Пинки и Брейн, запереть на цепь с замком. Предки розовоглазого и голубоглазого парней сказали им что Пинки и Брейн с этого момента будут спать в своих комнатах где спят одни. Пинки и Брейн согласились на этом либо они одни спят очень редко.

-Рори, Минди, я очень сильно переживаю за своего отца...-сказала Гаджет.

-И мы тоже...-сказала Минди.

-Бедный мистер Брейн...-сказал Рори.

Брейн, сидя в своей комнате и глядев в окно, думал не только о своём любимом Ларри, но ещё и себе в том что рано или поздно в него вселится сново демон. Беловолосый анорексик, который второй раз выглядит истощённым, решил выйти на улицу чтобы сново побыть в одиночестве не смотря на то что на улице был ливень. Розовоглазый, собравшись открыть входную дверь, услышал это.

-Брейн, внучок, ну куда ты идёшь опять шляться? Ещё и под дождём. Ты бы хоть дождевик одел-сказала Делайла.

-Бабушка, я хочу побыть немного в одиночестве-сказал Брейн, открыл дверь и вздрогнул чуть не от испуга.

На пороге стояли Доктор Грант, Полицейский Лотарио, Медсестра Тесла, Патрик Некромикон и его жена Нора и давно взрослые дочери Кора и Эльвира.

-Здравствуйте-сказал беловолосый гостям.

-Доброе утро, Брейн и все остальные (потому что пришли остальные хозяева дома)-сказал психотерапевт.

-Что вы хотите от нас?-поинтересовался Роджер.

-Мы к вам приехали за помощью. Но не одни-ответил Лотарио.

-А с кем?-спросил Бруно.

-Питер, Сара, выходите-позвал Грант демонологов.

Питер и Сара и их дети вышли на порог.

-Кто они такие?-спросил Диего.

-Это демонологи Питер и Сара. Небось вы наверное слышали о них-ответил Ефим.

-Да, мы слышали о них, но никогда не видели их-сказала Дезире.

-Можно сказать что они приеемники те самых Эда и Лоррейн Уорренов с их дочерью Джуди-сказал Патрик Некромикон.

-Но они же умерли давным-давно, ещё в 21-ом веке-сказал Пинки.

-Мы все знаем, Пинки. Но всё же, Питер и Сара со своими детьми согласились со мной чтобы они вам помогли-сказал Доктор Грант.

-Питер, Сара, если вы что-нибудь обнаружите, звоните нам-сказала Нора.

-Хорошо, миссис Некромикон-согласился Питер.

-Удачи вам-сказали дочери Патрика и Норы детям Питера и Сары.

-Спасибо-поблагодарили их Адольф и Долорес.

Сотрудники студии ушли.

Блэк Брейн в виде невидимости наблюдал за этим и сказал, но никто не слышал его голос: "Ах вот значит как. Позвали своих никчёмных колдунов, которые изгоняют демонов. Ну ничего. Я одолю свою победу".

Пока дети демонологов начали знакомиться и играть с детьми Джулии Скотт и дочерью Брейна, Питер и Сара спросили хозяевам дома, с чего началось их происшествие.

-Вот отсюда-ответила Дезире, когда открыла комнату Пинки и Брейна, где спали парни вдвоём.

Комната Пинки и Брейна оставалась нетронутой после того что натворил Блэк.

-А после того инцидента, когда ваш Брейн разговаривал голосом того самого Блэка, этот злой дух продолжал шалить по ночам?-спрашивал Питер.

-Да, но бывало что мог шалить и в дневное время-ответил Бруно.

-А Блэк Брейн случайно не мог быть вашим родственником?-поинтересовалась Сара.

-Мы не знаем кто это такой. Если бы мы знали, то может быть поняли почему он мучает моего единственного сына-ответила Дезире.

-И ещё я добавлю что у Брейна появляется жар и ещё отказ от еды. Хотя до этого он и так отказывался как и сейчас, но боюсь что сделает дьявол с организмом моего внука-сказала Делайла.

-Делайла, ну хватит уже опять волноваться за какую-то эту ерунду. Если он давно любит анорексией заниматься, то пусть он это и делает-сказала Белль.

-Вот поэтому у меня иногда с тобой плохие отношения потому что Брейн любит тебя больше чем меня-сказала жёлтоволосая.

-Значит жар? Хм. Такое бывает у людей, когда они ощущают что нечисть рядом-сказал Питер.

-У Брейна бывает жар сильный и не очень. А иногда он проходит. Но мы ясно видим что он ни капли не болен потому что он хорошо следит за здоровьем несмотря на то что редко делает вредные привычки-сказал Бернард.

Когда Питер и Сара ещё осматривали дом кроме подвала и чердака, Блэк Брейн оказавшись в подвал стал видимым. Чёрная маска увидел трубы, от которых была вода в доме чтобы включить краны на кухне и в ванной, и начал откручивать одну деталь вызвав потоп в подвале. Блэк быстро исчез.

А в это время дети играли вместе в комнате, где Рори и Минди спят вместе, играли и подпевали под песней из музыкальной шкатулки про Горбуна. Но вдруг Долорес что-то нечистое почувствовала и вышла из комнаты. Остальные дети заметили и подошли к ней.

-Ребята, вы тоже это видете?-сказала Долорес и показала им что увидела.

Перед детьми стоял тот самый Блэк, который смотрел на них, как Валак на портрете, где сам портрет был в здании, где Брейн и Ларри с его секретной компандой любили тусоваться.

-Кто это?-спросила Минди.

Блэк Брейн ушёл куда-то, когда Долорес хотела ответить.

-Эй! Куда?-сказала Гаджет и пошла за Блэком.

-Нет, Гаджет, стой!-крикнула Долорес.

-Только хуже будет!-тоже крикнул Адольф.

Гаджет, не услышав их крик, пришла в комнату своего отца.

-Хм. Где же он?-говорила розовоглазая.

Вдруг она сразу заметила что на стене висела картина Валака. Она своим глазам не поверила, потому что ведь картины не было вообще здесь да и отец её не может пойти в магазин из-за того что он может в любое время опять стать одержимым. Девушка услышала что кассета резко включилась и заиграла песня "Hark the Herald Angels sing" от фильма "Заклятия 2". Гаджет осторожно подошла к столу и быстро выключила кассету. Вдруг в комнате выключился свет. Гаджет, не испугавшись от этого, быстро включила свет. Она уже хотела выйти из комнаты, но дверь резко закрылась, потом свет сново выключился и шторы тоже закрылись. Гаджет без крика испугалась. Вдруг она заметила что в конце комнаты её отца появилась тень в образе Монахини, но на самом деле это Блэк, так как он в виде духа умеет трансформироваться в Горбуна, но и в Монахиню. У Гаджет от страха розовые глаза на её маске сжались.

*тень Блэка медленно и неспеша подходит к картине Валака под музыкой "Old Man Bill" от композитора Joseph Bishara*

Когда тень злого духа встала сзади картины, Гаджет с удивлением посмотрела на то что тень Блэка как будто дорисованная часть картины. Серые руки медленно появились и схватились за картину. Розовоглазой уже было не по себе. Вдруг глаза картины ожили и Блэк начал нападать на неё. Гаджет закричала от страха. Когда Блэк набросился на неё и сразу исчез, Гаджет упала в кучу пустых коробок (не спрашиваете откуда куча взялась). Блэк Брейн вместе с картиной быстро исчез. Дети это услышали и сразу прибежали к ней. Взрослые тоже самое. Гаджет тяжело отдышалась после испуга.

-Господи, Гаджет, как ты?-беспокойно спросила Джулия Брейн.

-Да-ответила её дочь и встала.

-Чёрт возьми, народ. Я кое-что вспомнил-вдруг заговорил Пинки.

-Что такое, мистер Пинки?-спросила Долорес.

-Мы зал не смотрели-ответил голубоглазый.

-Пинки прав. Потому что именно с этого места Брейну стало плохого ночью 15 августа-сказала Дезире.

Все пришли в зал.

-Когда всё это началось, Брейн вдруг просыпался здесь посреди ночи-сказала Дезире показывая на кресло-качалку.

-Брейн говорит что на этом месте Блэк умер прямо здесь-сказал Бернард.

-Так. Кажется я знаю что надо делать. Сара, принеси стакан воды и положи на этот стол. А ты, Брейн, сядь на кресло. Будем вызывать Блэка-сказал Питер.

Брейн сел на кресло. Сара пошла на кухню, набрала стакан водой из чайника, пришла к остальным и положила стакан на стол, который стоял рядом с креслом.

-Это так необходимо?-спросила Полли.

-Мы хотели бы подтвердить в церкви что этот голос не исходит от Брейна. Если он наберёт в рот воды, мы докажем что это не какая-то форма чревовещания-ответил Питер.

-А ему обязательно быть в этом кресле? Мне больно смотреть как он сидит в нём-спрашивала и сказала жена Бернарда.

-Мы знаем вам нелегко, но дух показал привязанность к этому месту. С ним будет легче связаться, если ваш сын будет сидеть там-ответила Сара.

-Всё будет хорошо-сказала Делайла своему внуку.

Все персонажи, кроме Брейна, встали кому как было удобно: Питер сел на стул за другим столом, Сара и папы и мамы Пинки и Брейна сели на диван, а остальные стояли рядом с диваном.

-Ты готов?-спросил Питер Брейну.

-Наверное-ответил сын Дезире и Бернарда.

Питер улыбнулся ему, включил магнитофон для записи и начал говорить: "21 августа 10000 год. С вами сейчас Питер, Сара и семья Пинки и Брейна. Ладно. Начинаем".

Брейн набрал в рот воды и начал сидеть неподвижно.

-Если некто или нечто хочет с нами связаться, мы слушаем, говори. Что тебе нужно от этого парня?-обратился муж Сары к злому духу.

Была полная тишина. Брейн чувствовал и слышал в его голове Блэк ему что-то сказал. После слов Блэка в голове Брейна, розовоглазый выплюнул воду в стакан и сказал: "Он сказал что не будет говорить пока вы смотрите на меня".

-Странно. С чего это вдруг? До сих пор не стеснялся говорить с нами-сказал Бруно.

-А что если мы отвернёмся, тогда он будет говорить?-спросил Питер.

-Может быть-ответил Брейн.

Питер сново улыбнулся и сказал: "Ладно. Давайте сначало".

Все потихоньку начали отвернуться. Дезире конечно было не очень ловко что она это сделает, но она отвернулась от своего сына. Брейн сново набрал в рот воды и стал сидеть смирно.

-Что скажешь, Блэк? Мы на тебя не смотрим. Поговори с нами-сказал Питер.

Блэк понял, что этот мужчина хочет с ним всёрьёз поговорить, и оставив Брейна в такой позе, телепортнулся в какую-то комнату и громкими шагами начал подходить. Когда он пришёл в зал, вырубил свет своей способностью, зарычал и сказал: "Вот и я".

*на заднем плане, когда камера показывает лицо Питера, на кресле, где сидит Брейн, на нём появляется Блэк в виде призрака. Злого духа можно еле увидеть*

-Я говорю с призраком, который мучает эту семью?-спрашивал отец Адольфа и его сестры.

-Так вот кто я. Вот что я делаю-сказал Блэк.

-Да. И я пришёл положить этому конец. Ты знаешь кто я?-сказал и спросил демонолог.

-Питер, Питти, Пит-ответил злой дух.

-Питер, не Пит-сказал муж Сары.

-Твой отец звал тебя Пит-сказал Блэк.

-Не правда. Мой отец звал меня Питер как и все-сказал Питер.

Но Блэк Брейн злобно засмеялся и мебель слегка зашумела.

-Хватит, Блэк, ты не психиатр. И я не об отце пришёл поговорить. Давай перейдём к делу. М? Почему ты не оставишь эту семью в покое?-сказал и спросил Питер.

-Потому что это мой дом-ответил предок Брейна.

-Это не твой дом-сказал муж Сары.

-Нет, мой. Я пришёл увидеть свою семью. Их здесь больше нет-сказал злобный призрак.

-Потому что ты мёртв. Если твоя семья и жила здесь, их здесь давно уже нет-сказал демонолог.

-Где они?-спросил Блэк.

-Не знаю. Если бы знал, я бы помог-ответил Питер.

-Мне не нужна твоя помощь-сказал Блэк.

-Отправляйся в загробный мир-приказал ему отец Долорес и её брата.

-Я в него не верю-говорил злой дух.

-Почему? М? Чем тебе не нравится Рай?-поинтересовался Питер.

-Я...не...верующий-ответил призрак.

-Сочувствую, Блэк. Мне плевать во что ты веришь-сказал демонолог, достал свой крест и показал ему-Видишь это?-спросил он.

Блэк Брейн, увидев крест, закричал и сказал: "Помогите...Мне...Помогите...Мне...Уйти...".

*злобный призрак исчезает и мы сново видим Брейна, сидящего на кресла*

Брейн, почувствовав что призрак ушёл, взял стакан и выплюнул туда воду. Все повернулись к Брейну и посмотрели на него.

-Брейн, сынок, всё хорошо?-спросила Дезире.

Брейн немного помолчал, молча кивнул, встал с кресла и вышел на улицу, так как дождь только что закончился. На дороге в городе была очень мокрая от дождя, а на тротуаре было несколько больших луж. Машины, проезжая по своей дороге, оставляли только большие брызги. Розовоглазый когда шёл рядом с этой дорогой мимо него проезжала одна серая крутая машина и оставила ему большие брызги на несчастного главного героя. Брейн остановился и посмотрел на машину. Передняя дверь автомобиля открылась и из машины вышел....Сноуболл!

-Сноуболл?-удивился Брейн.

Сноуболл хитро улыбнулся. Затем открылась задняя дверь и из машины сначало вышла Снежинка, а затем Билли.

-Снежинка? Билли?-сново удивился Брейн.

Женщины тоже хитро улыбнулись.

Брейн узнал их сразу только по цветам глаз и волос. Беловолосый, когда он, Пинки, Джулия Брейн и Гаджет попали в мир секретной команды чтобы продолжать жить с ними и крутить шуры-муры с главой секретной команды, понял что цвет не только его волос, но и остальных, кто из мира "Animaniacs" это цвет шерсти. Но Джулия Скотт и её дети могут превращаться в мышей как и он со своей семьёй. Брейн внимательно посмотрел на внешность своих врагов. Сноуболл был одет как учёный, но его причёска была другая, цвет рубашки и галстука были такого же цвета как и у Брейна но только наоборот, а штаны его были бордовые или же темнее чем у штанов Брейна, но жёлтоволосый парень не имел перчаток, также он носил такие же серые ботинки как и у его врага. Затем Брейн посмотрел на Снежинку. Беловолосая женщина с зелёными глазами выглядела очень стройной с небольшой грудью, её рубашка была голубого цвета и на ней было нарисовано жёлтое сердце, ещё она носила короткую юбку и красивые туфли тоже голубого и жёлтого цветов. И в конце Брейн посмотрел на Билли. Сероволосая женщина была одета как Пинки, но её одежда была оранжевого цвета. Брейну сразу не понравился наряд голубоглазой маски.

-Как вы сюда попали? Я думал что вы меня не сможете найти после начала 2021 года-спросил и сказал беловолосый анорексик.

-Тоже как и ты, Брейн. Мы давно живём в этом мире и давно следим за тобой. И кстати, мы Майкла тоже знаем и очень хорошо ладим с ним-сказала Сноуболл.

-Я ненавижу Майкла точно также как и вас троих-сказал Брейн.

-О, да. И мы ещё в курсе что в тебя вселился некий призрак или ещё какая-то потусторонняя сущность-сказала Снежинка.

-Парень-призрак, парень-призрак, парень-призрак, парень-призрак, парень-призрак, парень-призрак, парень-призрак!-обзывала Брейна Билли и смеялась.

Брейн сильно разозлился на неё. Он только к ней подошёл и хотел ей сильно толкнуть или причинить ей боль, но Сноуболл облил его с ведра красной краской (тоже не спрашивайте откуда взялось это ведро). Брейн посмотрел сначало на себе краску, а потом на своих врагов.

-Ты ведьмак!-крикнул Сноуболл.

-Ведьмак, ведьмак, ведьмак, ведьмак, ведьмак, ведьмак, ведьмак, ведьмак, ведьмак, ведьмак!-обзывали беловолосого Сноуболл, Снежинка и Билли и засмеялись.

Брейн опустил взгляд и чувствовал себя перед ними позор и пытался сдержать слёзы.

-Хватит! Прекратите, хулиганы! Надоело мне вас делать замечания!-кричал полицейский врагам Брейна и обратился к самому Брейну-А ты, Брейн, будь добрым, иди к себе домой и не выходи здесь пока из-за тебя не случилось ещё что-то. Понятно тебе?-сказал и спросил мужчина.

Брейн молча посмотрел сначало на него и повернулся к ним спиной. Сноуболл и его друзья с злобной улыбкой посмотрели на него. С глаз Брейна уже начали капать слёзы. Розовоглазый направился домой продолжая молча лить свои слёзы. Когда Брейн вернулся домой, его встретила вся его семья.

-Брейн, Господи, что с тобой случилось? Откуда ты так испачкался?-спросила Дезире.

Но её сын ничего не ответил и сразу убежал в свою комнату закрыв за собой дверь на замок чтобы он спокойно поп��акал.

-Брейн-пошла Дезире к его комнате.

Брейн сел на пол рядом с кроватью, прижал свои ноги к себе и начал плакать.

-Брейн, сынок, открой дверь. Сыночек...-переживала его мать за него.

Спустя несколько часов, когда на часах было 23:45, Брейн успокоился, вышел из своей комнаты, умылся, одел себе ночную розовую рубашку и пошёл к себе в комнату идти спать. Но Блэку Брейну как всегда ночью было не до сна, потому что он сново хочет помучить своего потомка. Блэк Брейн своей демонической способностью телепортнул спящего сново в зал, но на этот раз на потолке. Розовоглазый очнулся, оглянулся что он опять в зале, но почувствовал что был на потолке.

-Помогите! Помогите!-от страха закричал он.

Брейн нервно дышал и надеялся что кто-нибудь пробежит, но услышал знакомый ему скрип. Розовоглазый увидел что на кресле-качалке сидел Блэк Брейн. Чёрная маска, когда посмотрел на своего потомка, неспеша встал с кресла и начал уходить из зала такими же своими шагами. Белой маске от шагов своего предка стало ещё страшнее чем быть на потолке. Розовоглазый анорексик вдруг почувствовал и закричал от того что его руки сами протянулись вперёд и он пролез через потолок на пол на чердаке. В самом чердаке ничего такого не было кроме она с шторами и множество разных крестов, которые висели на все стены. Вдруг один из крестов медленно стал перевёрнутым. Брейн от страха удивился. Остальные кресты тоже стали перевёрнутыми. И резко и неожиданно из стены Блэк напал на Брейна. Розовоглазый громко закричал от страха. От его крика быстро проснулась Дезире. Она сразу поняла что его крик доносился из чердака и быстро побежала по лестнице. Но на чердаке был минус. Он, как и комната Пинки и Брейн, где парни спали вдвоём, тоже был заперт на замок с цепью. Мама Брейна пыталась дёрнуть цепь но у неё не получалось.

-Помогите! Здесь кто-то есть! Мама! Папа!-кричал испуганный Брейн.

-Я пытаюсь, сынок! Но ничего не открывается!-кричала Дезире.

Но дочь Делайлы и Бруно от шока чуть не закричала, когда голова Блэка на секунду посмотрела на неё проходя через дверь. Брейн сново закричал, так как Блэк попытался задушить его шторами.

-БРЕЙН!!!-закричала Дезире.

От её крика проснулись Питер и Сара и побежали на чердак.

-Что случилось? Что такое?-спросил Питер.

-Брейн за этой дверью и ему нужна помощь!-ответила Дезире.

Питер тоже пытался дёрнуть цепь и сказал: "Дезире, ключ нужен".

Дезире побежала за ключом от чердака потому что она помнит куда его положила. Питер побежал за ней.

-Брейн, держись, мы идём!-кричала Сара.

Питер и Дезире через пару секунд прибежали с ключом. Питер быстро открыл замок и все быстро зашли на чердак. Брейн продолжал кричать и дёргаться, и вся его голова была в шторах. Но Блэк во время успел исчезнуть когда услышал что замок открылся. Питер быстро и осторожно убрал с Брейна шторы. Р��зовоглазый еле отдышался так как он чувствовал что скоро задохнётся.

-Брейн, сынок...-сказала Дезире.

-Мама...-прижался к ней Брейн.

-Всё хорошо, деточка, мама здесь-успокаивала она его.

Никто не заметил что все кресты стали в нормальном положении кроме одного. Сара посмотрела на все кресты и увидела что один крест почти двинулся вернув своё нормальное положение.

Чуть позже днём Брейн на этот раз спал, потому что он опять мог не мог уснуть. Его семья и даже демонологи со своими детьми не стали его беспокоить. Не смотря на то, что Питер и Сара только одну ночь прожили здесь, всей семье очень понравилась эта пара, потому что они таких людей никогда не встречали. Питер с радостью помог починить кухонную раковину.

-Ого. Вы прям мастер на все руки-сказала Белль.

-Ну что вы, просто я и моя жена очень любим помогать всем людям-сказал Питер.

-Белль, у нас в подвале такое-сказала Полли когда подошла.

-Что такое, подруга?-спросила бабушка Брейна.

-Кто-то отвинтил одну часть водопроводных труб и из-за этого ещё потоп получился-ответила бабушка Пинки.

-Потоп говорите? Ну давайте посмотрим что там-сказал Питер.

Полли, Белль и Питер пришли в подвал. В подвале была лестница прям как из фильма "Заклятие 2" и очень много воды.

-Ничего себе-удивился Питер-Ну ничего, сейчас мы это исправим. Белль, Полли посветите на меня фонариком-сказал он, у которого в руке был свой фонарик.

Бабушки Пинки и Брейна включили свои фонарики и светили на Питера, чтобы тот видел свой путь получше. Демонолог, когда спустился по лестнице, стал искать где было откручено. Женщины наблюдали за ними. Когда Питер вскоре начал чинить водопроводную воду, Белль вдруг заметила, что тень Блэка недалёко сзади от Питера появилась и начала подходить к Питеру.

-Полли, смотри-показала жена Диего своей подруге что увидела.

-О, нет-сказала мама Ванессы.

Тень Блэка уже ближе подошла к Питеру.

-Питер, сзади вас кто-то есть-сказала мать Бернарда.

Тень Блэка исчезла, когда Питер оглянулся с фонариком. Мужчина начал искать того кто кто шёл за ним. Белль начала смело спускаться по лестнице. Но Полли со своей трусостью осталась стоять и наблюдать за своей подругой. Злой дух в невидимом виде заметил, что бабушка Брейна уже спустилась с лестницы, и он, нырнув в воду схватил её свободную руку и начал к себе тащить. Белль, почувствовав это, закричала и дёргала свою руку к себе.

-Белль, всё хорошо?-спросил Питер, когда он прибежал к ней.

-Он меня укусил. Точно также как Брейна-ответила она показывая место укуса на своей руке.

-Какой ужас-сказала Полли.

Тем временем Брейн очнулся, принял свои водные процедуры и подошёл к Пинки, который тем временем уже полдничал сырным тортом, приготовлённый Ванессой.

-О, привет, Брейн. Не хочешь ли составить мне компанию? Ты как раз наконецто поешь. От еды, Брейн, ты как раз забудешь все свои беды-сказал голубоглазый.

-Ты как всегда говоришь одни глупости, Пинки-сказал Брейн и резко воткнул нож в стол.

-Эммм...Брейн, с тобой всё хорошо? Или ты опять одержим Блэком?-спрашивал сын Роджера и начал немного бояться.

-А какое тебе дело, придурок? Ты самый тупой из тех, кого я либо встречал!-строгим тоном сказал Брейн и воткнул в стол два ножа.

-Брейн....-сказал Пинки.

-Я СОЖРУ ТВОЮ ДУШУ, МЕРЗКИЙ ВОНЮЧИЙ ГРЫЗУН!!! И НЕ ЗОВИ МЕНЯ БРЕЙНОМ!!!-громко демоническим голосом Блэка закричал сын Бернарда.

-ПОМОГИТЕ!!!-закричал Пинки.

*далее камера показывает на предков парней, двух Джулий, детей и демонологов, которые находятся недалеко от кухни. И когда они услышали что Пинки закричал второй раз, они сразу бегут по их крику*

Когда Питер попытался первый взойти на кухню, дверь быстро закрылась, но муж Сары легко выломал дверь. На кухне был очень большой беспорядок. Везде была разбитая посуда, сломанные ложки с вилками, валялись на полу все ножи и стол был на полу с перевёрнутой стороной.

-Пинки! Где Пинки?-сказала Ванесса.

-Пинки!-звал Роджер своего сына.

Дверца кухонного шкафа открылась и внутри шкафа показался Пинки.

-Пинки, внучок-подбежала Полли к своему внуку и вытащила его из шкафа.

-А Брейн где?-спросила Дезире.

-Пинки, ты видел его?-спросила мать Гаджет.

Пинки молча показал на дверцы, где внутри спрятаны батерии. Адольф на всякий случай записывал всё происходящее. Питер осторожно открыл дверцы. Брейн, сново одержмый Блэком, был в самой неудобной позе и демонически зарычал. У всех белых масок глаза сжались от ужаса. Питер снял свой крест и начал делать тоже самое что и вчера днём.

Блэк в теле Брейна сказал: "Мне...Не даёт...Мне...Не даёт...Мне...".

И злой дух исчез из тела своего потомка. Питер одел свой крест, осторожно вытащил Брейна и дал Дезире, чтобы та успокоила своего сына.

-Как он здесь мог оказаться?-спрашивал Диего.

-Хороший вопрос, дружище-отвечал Бруно.

Все герои пришли в зал. Дезире посадила своего сына на диван и успокаивала его.

-Всё стало хуже чем мы думали-сказал Бернард.

-И не говори, сынок-сказала ему Белль.

Вдруг зазвонился дверной звонок. Бруно открыл дверь. На пороге стояли сотрудники студии, только без жены и детей Некромикона.

-Здравствуйте-сказал жёлтоглазый мужчина.

-Добрый вечер. Мы хотели бы поговорить наедине с Питером и Сарой. Если вы не возражаете-сказал Доктор Грант.

-Конечно-согласился муж Делайлы-Питер, Сара-позвал он демонологов.

Родители Адольфа и Долорес подошли.

-Питер, Сара, идёмте. Нам надо кое-что обсудить на улице-сказал Некромикон.

Сотрудники и демонологи вышли из дома.

-Я попросил Александра, до вашего прихода, установить везде видеокамеры. И вот, то что случилось совсем недавно на кухне, мы посмотрели это и поняли что это было подстроено-сказал Грант.

-Что?-не поняла Сара.

-Посмотрите сами-сказал Лотарио.

-Нам ��чень жаль вас, правда. Но мы ничего сверхъестественного не видим-сказала Сара.

-Уходите-сказала мать Брейна.

-Что?-не понял Питер.

-Уходите!-повторила жена Бернарда-Вон! Все вон!-кричала она.

-Хорошо. Как скажите-согласилась Тесла.

Сотрудники ушли из дома.

-Адольф, Долорес, мы уходим домой. Сейчас-сказала Сара своим детям.

Адольф и Сара повернулись к своим друзьям.

-Простите нас-виновато сказала Долорес.

-Всё хорошо. Мы очень понимаем-сказала Гаджет.

Минди обняла Долорес и сказала: "Мы так будем по вам скучать".

-Мы тоже-обняла в ответ дочь Питера и Сары.

-Вот, возьмите кассету на память. Я записал ещё одно послание от Блэка, когда ваш Брейн был на кухне-сказал Адольф и дал Рори кассету.

Рори взял кассету и сказал: "Спасибо большое. Спасибо".

Робот обнял Адольфа, а Адольф в ответ.

-Мы же ещё увидимся?-спросила Гаджет.

-Может быть. Пока-ответила и сказала Долорес.

-Пока-попрощалась Гаджет.

Адольф и Сара подошли к своим родителям и ушли с ними. На улице сново начался ливень и наступило тёмное время суток. Все взрослые потихоньку начали заниматься своими делами. Дезире начала делать уборку на кухне. Убирая осколки посуды шваброй она начинает плакать от того что этот ужас в доме никогда не прекратится. Вдруг красноглазая услышала это.

-На помощь! Помогите!-закричала Джулия Скотт.

Дезире и все остальные взрослые прибежали в зал потому что их потомки остались в зале. Они увидели что испуганная Джулия Скотт левитировала, а Брейн сново с красными глазами, точнее Блэк в теле Брейна, демонически и злобно засмеялся.

-Ради всего Святого, оставь нас в покое!-закричала Дезире.

Блэк своей манипуляцией двигал Джулию от одной стены к другой и отпустил её.

-Мама!-подбежали Минди и Рори к своей маме.

-Все на улицу, живо!-крикнула Белль.

Блэк смотрел как семья Брейна вышла из дома. Рори, выходя из дома, взял собой свой зонт и открыл его чтобы он не промок и не получил у себя короткое замыкание. Дезире хотела зайти в дом чтобы забрать Брейна, но дверь резко закрылась.

-Брейн! БРЕЙН!!!-кричала она и стучала по двери.

-Нам его не спасти-сказала Ванесса.

-Нет-отрезал (то есть твёрдо сказал) Бруно-Должен быть выход-сказал дедушка Брейна.

Вдруг молния резко ударила по дереву оставив ему острый конец, который напоминал кол. Все были в шоке.

-А если он...-начал Минди.

-Я успею спасти его-смелым и твёрдым тоном сказал жёлтоглазый мужчина.

-Но...Бруно...Я не хочу тебя потерять...-сказала Делайла.

-Милая, даже если я спасу Брейна, то сделаю это посмертно-сказал её муж.

-Милый...-сказала его жена.

-Я люблю тебя, Златовласка. И всех вас, остальные-сказал Бруно, выломал дверь и стал искать Брейна, потому что Блэк в теле Брейна опять телепортнулся в другое место.

-Бруно!! Нет!!-заплакала Делайла.

Жёлтоглазый в это время искал своего внука.

-Брейн! Брейн!-звал он своего внука.

Беловолосый зашёл в комнату, где спали вместе Минди и Рори.

-Брейн-сново звал муж Делайлы.

Он хотел выйти из комнаты, но вдруг услышал что музыкальная шкатулка, которая стояла на полу, сама включилась и начала играть песню, но всего лишь на четыре строки: "Жил был Горбун на горбатом мосту,

Монетку нашёл он в горбатом лесу.

Кошку купил он с огромным горбом,

С тех пор, горбатые жили вдвоём".

Бруно не понял что это могло означать, поднял голову и увидел что перед ним стоял Блэк в виде Горбуна. Беловолосый от испуга и без крика быстро выбежал из комнаты и закрыл дверь. Блэк своим зонтом выломал дверь как Джонни из фильма "Сияние". Бруно, убежав от него и проверяя все комнаты, вскоре пошёл проверить чердак, но Блэк опять вернулся к своей любимой жертве. Сам Брейн стоял на чердаке у закрытого окна.

-Брейн-сказал Бруно когда пришёл к нему.

Брейн распахнул свои руки. Окно резко открылось и осколки стекла упали на пол. Жертва Блэка встал на подоконник. Бруно от шока понял что Брейн собирается сделать.

-Брейн!-крикнул жёлтоглазый и успел поймать своего внука одной рукой, когда Брейн только спрыгнул и не успел падать, а другой рукой он держался за шторы.

Остальные персонажи с улицы увидели что происходит за окном и очень сильно испугались.

-Держись, Брейн!-кричал Бруно.

Но далее случилось ещё ужасно. Люверсы на карнизе начали ломаться, а Бруно с Брейном начал постепенно падать. Блэк, уже в видимой форме наблюдал за Бруно и злобно улыбался.

-Бруно!-закричала Делайла и побежала спасать своего мужа.

Остальные побежали за ней. Когда они добежали до чердака от испугались удивились когда увидели не только Бруно державшего Брейна и за шторы, но и Блэка с злобной улыбкой. Внезапно появилось белое сияние и из него появился какой-то ангел с розовыми глазами, с бело-розовыми волосами, с розовыми крыльями и нимбом. У ангела было очень сердитое лицо.

-Вайт Смарт?!-про себя удивился Блэк.

-Твоё имя даёт мне власть над тобой, демон. Я знаю твоё имя-сказал новый персонаж.

Блэк Брейн демонически зарычал. От его рычания свалились все кресты.

-Ты Блэк Брейн! Отступник! Скверна! Ты Маркиз змей! Во Имя Отца, Сына и Святого Духа, я изгоняю тебя в Ад!-закричал Вайт Смарт.

Вдруг на стене появился портал с чёрным освещением и засосал кричащего Блэка Брейна в Ад. Вайт Смарт неожиданно исчез. Те, кто смотрел на это, так и не поняли что это было. Когда сломалось предпоследнее люверс, Бруно закричал.

-Бруно!!!-закричали Делайла, Белль, Полли и Диего, подбежали к нему и успели спасти Бруно с Брейном.

-Бруно...Милый...Как ты?...-спросила Делайла.

-Всё хорошо, милая. Я в порядке-отдышался Бруно.

Брейн откашлялся и еле тоже отдышался.

-Брейн, сыночек, всё хорошо?-спросила Дезире.

-Да-ответил Брейн.

-Мой маленький-обняла она его.

На следующий день Брейн после сна очень хорошо себя чувствовал и смог сново нормально жить и выходить на улицу. Брейн и Пинки, когда сидели на скамейке, розовоглазый начал разговор.

-Пинки, у меня один вопрос к тебе-сказал он.

-Какой?-поинтересовался его друг.

-Ты где купил эту проклятую музыкальную шкатулку?-спросил Брейн.

-Емли честно, Брейн, я его не купил, а просто бесплатно взял у одного незнакомца-ответил Пинки.

-Что ты сделал?-удивился Брейн.

-И ещё у него брал доску Уиджу-сново признался голубоглазый.

-Пинки, ты хоть счас понял что этот ужас начался именно из-за тебя?!-сердито кричал Брейн.

-Брейн, я не думал что это произойдёт-сказал его напарник.

-Не думал. Сейчас ты у меня хорошо подумаешь-сказал Брейн и дал ему по голове, а Пинки упал-Какой же он всё-таки неисправимый идиот-сказал он.

И после этого Брейн позвонил Некромикона и сказал что ему уже лучше и сказал ему то что сказал, а сам Некромикон понял это и сказал ему что извинения приняты. Директор после звонка с Брейном позвонил Питера и Сару и сказал что в семье Брейна и Пинки теперь всё хорошо и велел чтобы они у них забрали проклятую шкатулку. Демонологи приехали в семью главных героев и забрали у них шкатулку. В комнате Брейна две кассеты, на которых записаны голосовые сообщения Блэка, сами включились одновременно и было слышно это: "Помогите мне, он не даёт мне уйти...Помогите мне, он не даёт мне уйти...".

Тем временем в Аду Блэк Брейн сидел в клетке, а рядом с ним стоял Алый Король с злобной улыбкой.

-Помогите мне, он не даёт мне уйти...Помогите мне, он не даёт мне уйти...-сказал Блэк, у которого на маске была трагика.

Но это не конец, ждите ещё продолжения и новых приключений героев))))))))))

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Nona the Ninth, Chapter 22

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(Slashed Ninth House icon)(1) In which Nona gets a crash course in acting, which is a lot like lying, which she has never been very good at.

Five hours later, Nona did not know herself. This was a good thing as she wasn’t meant to be herself; she was only meant to turn her head and answer if she was called “Harrowhark,” or “Nonagesimus,” or “Ninth.” Her complete inability to answer to “Harrowhark” or “Ninth” meant that Camilla had given up on anything other than “Nonagesimus,” and a sigh of— “Remember not to smile.”

Nona firmly knew she didn't want to be redheaded, a prince, or an adept, and she's not sure she wants to be Harrowhark Nonagesimus either, dressed all in black and not allowed to smile, or scratch if she gets an itch, or slouch. And, Nona doesn't like the dye they put on her lovely golden yellow eyes, turning them milky to fake cataracts as if that's protecting her from Varun's light. Cam's explanation tickled something in Nona's memory, but she can't quite bring it up to conscious thought.

Only We Suffer and Pash are willing to be in the room with them unshackled, so Pash made a sort of barricade behind which Nona underwent her makeover. Pash quietly sneered at the soldiers who think this makeshift thing would actually protect them.(2) Nona thinks Pash was quite attractive as she helped them prepare.

At one point, Nona had been worried because Camilla had shut herself away in the corner to write backward-and-forward with Palamedes. Palamedes had focused nearly all his attention on writing, except at one point he’d looked Nona over and said, “Look at me like you’ve worked out how to kill me,” and then, “More eyebrows,” and then, “Good God, perfect. Do you know, I miss Harrow terribly.”(3) Then he’d gone back to his letter.

After Pal's letter was complete, Cam felt overextended by his presence, and suggested that she and Nona take a nap.(4) Nona was tired. She'd snuck a bite of a pink eraser in We Suffer's pen and pencil stash which made her feel better, but sleeping next to Cam is better still.

When she woke, they had to reapply the dye and plastic bits to her eyes(5) but nobody even made her talk about her dream. More coaching on how to talk and react like Harrow, and how to use the "blue madness" as an excuse to not answer difficult questions.

Now up to approximately the present after that rewind, We Suffer declares that Pash will go with them. Pash says she's on duty, but We Suffer says that Pash's duty would like to go in as well. Pash protests that the Messenger shouldn't be anywhere near a Lyctor, but We Suffer says there might be a working shuttle to get them off-planet, which shuts Pash up.

We Suffer confirms that Cam's plan involves one chance, one element of surprise, to incapacitate Ianthe Naberius at least temporarily.(6) It's more than almost anyone else has achieved on a Lyctor, so We Suffer will take it, if it will mean saving her own reputation.

So, Nona, Cam, and Pash load into the big truck with the grille, and Nona is surprised to find the Angel, no, Aim in the front seat, even though she knew she'd be there. Cam reminds Nona to concentrate on the mission as they ride to this strange personal war.

Nona tried to look as though she could concentrate and stared out of the window, her heart hammering, her palms greasy with sweat. It was not even that she was nervous, not really. Her body had been playing strange games with her ever since she had recovered from the last tantrum. She was beginning to feel like a floating balloon on a string, with a weight tied to the end—the balloon bobbing, the weight dragging behind. She was the balloon, and also the string, but she wasn’t sure she was still the weight. Looking had become quite difficult—she didn’t want to blink too much in case the white came out again—which made the buildings all one great smear, the crowds brightly coloured stick-people. People with their hands in their pockets standing around on the street corners—people walking, people thronging, people righting bins that had been knocked over, as though nothing were happening, as though her whole life really were nothing more than a balloon passing by overhead.

Eventually Cam has them pull over, to go the rest of the way on foot. Pash makes the expected if-you-betray-us threats, but Cam is cool. She opens the boot of the truck, where Nona is surprised to find boxes of the things from home. Cam takes out a belt and hooks a sword to it, and sighs with relief, as if lying in a hot bath. Then, she puts the old sunglasses on. Pash sneers at the sword obsession, Cam points out Pash uses machetes, Pash says she just wanted to get inside House cavaliers' heads. Cam asks if she ever did, Pash says "Occasionally literally," and they both fall silent.

Pash seemed to be the one pent-up with something she couldn’t quite say, standing there with her arms folded, until she ground out— “Die quick, die cold, bring ’em with you.”(7) There was a movement on Cam’s mouth a little like her old smile. “That one yours?” “No. Came down from someone much bigger than me,” said Pash shortly. “Don’t get me wrong, wizard slave. You die quick—stay dead—and don’t get up again. But if you kill a guy who would’ve killed me, I have to give you that, right? I pulled a trigger next to you, that doesn’t mean nothing. But it doesn’t change who you are.” Camilla held out her hand. Pash shook her head. “I’ll touch you at the end of the world, but not before.” “Might be your last chance,” said Cam. Pash barked a laugh. “In my final minutes, Hect, I won’t regret not shaking your hand.”(8)

So, off they go to the barracks, Nona trying to talk like Hot Sauce, sure-footed and with a royal bearing. They enter, not seeing any signs of life except a scurry in the corners, and the gates opening for them wordlessly. Inside there's a foul smell, and Nona has to fight not to wrinkle her nose, which would be very out of character. After following open doors down hallways to more open doors, they find a room with Ianthe Naberius, Pyrrha, and Crown, and ranks of dead bodies standing in uniform.

Nona goes on describing Babs's puppet corpse in relation to Crown and Pyrrha (and of course it IS Pyrrha, Nona can tell) for a couple of paragraphs, until…

The Prince said— “You’re nearly a minute late, Harry.”

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(1) This one's easy: Harrow, AKA the Ninth, isn't what she appears to be. She's just Nona, which we know, but ideally nobody outside the active plotting party does yet. (2) And yet, Pash is entirely willing to be inside with Nona and Cam. She doesn't quite trust, but I like to think some part of her knows they mean her no harm. (3) Pal knew Harrow only in the abstract for a couple of months, really only collaborating with her for, what a week at most? But sometimes when you spend that much time adjacent to someone they become a fixture in your life, even if you're not emotionally close, and a few near death experiences can really bring you together in the end. It's half a joke in the fandom that Gideon and Harrow are instantly beloved by damn near everyone they meet. Gideon because she's so charming and vivacious, and Harrow… well nobody's quite sure why Harrow, but her trail of friends and defenders seems to indicate something about her, doesn't it? (4) Thus, how we had another John interlude. Sneaky. (5) That good old healing factor. (6) What do you think is up those crafty Sixth sleeves? (7) And here again, Pash has a whole lot of cultural beliefs to overcome, but I think this comes from two places. First, she has rituals before a confrontation, as many soldiers do, and she probably hates to break them because rituals feel like luck, and not doing them feels wrong even if you don't have OCD, like not being able to brush your teeth when you've done it every day since you were about two years old. For two, I once again present that Pash knows on a deep, mostly unconscious level that these are not her enemies. Ianthe might be, but Cam and Nona aren't, no matter how much social conditioning says they must be. I just love Pash as a character, and wish we could've spent more time with her before this point even if it makes literally zero sense for the story progression. (8) I love this line too. Are you sure, Pash? Might you feel differently depending on the outcome of the next few hours?

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D.U.D.E: Part 20 - Mulder and Scully (Set in 2021)

Note: This is set in a universe where Men VS Women / Intergender matches can happen.

Chapter 1: here Chapter 2: here Chapter 3: here Chapter 4: here Chapter 5: here Chapter 6: here Chapter 7: here Chapter 8: here Chapter 9: here Chapter 10: here Chapter 11: here Chapter 12: here Chapter 13: here Chapter 14: here Chapter 15: here Chapter 16: here Chapter 17: here Chapter 18: here Chapter 19: here

Tags: @piratewithvigor @tantamount-treason @thedollmaker16 @janetreader

Around 2000 Words. 18+ in places (those chapters will be marked as 'Mature / sexual content' just to be safe). Please inform me if you wish to be tagged or untagged from posts. If the text is in italics and orange it's Kirby's inner monologue. If the text is coloured but not in italics, it's either dialogue or a P.O.V change (P.O.V changes will be in bold and translated dialogue will appear in square [ ] brackets), Key below. Quick note on Geia's text colour: Yes I do know that as Greed she should be in yellow but I decided to colour the men's dialogue yellow so Geia was changed to be pink like the other women in the story outside of the main 8.

The Main 8: Damo - Bio. Vi - Bio. Billie - Bio. Geia - Bio. Kirby - Bio. Honey - Bio. Eli - Bio. Sara - Bio.

Kirby's P.O.V:

"Every time you kiss me, I feel like I'm in heaven." Kirby mumbles, blushing a gentle shade of pink.

"I was gonna go get some beer, you wanna come wit' me?" Eddie smirks, sliding one hand up her shirt and the other down her pants.

"I was gonna stay here and introduce Jack to the boys, you know, let him spend time with them."

Eddie nods, his eyes flickering from her lips to her breasts, before focusing on the crotch of her yoga pants, "Ma?"

"Yes, Eddie?"

"Do these pants rip easily?"

"Eddie, don't you dare, do that and I'm making you buy me a new pair for every pair you've ripped."

"What's that count up to currently, ten, I'm gonna make it eleven." Eddie grins devilishly, sitting sideways in the driver's seat and pulling Kirby onto his lap.

Kirby glares at Eddie, "Don't you fuckin' dare."

Eddie smirks and tears the crotch of her yoga pants open, "Look at this grumpy face ya got, babe, I think I need to give you some satisfaction."

He moves her boxer shorts out of the way, sliding his jeans and boxers down far enough to let his dick spring up beneath her, grazing over her folds before resting against his stomach. He checks the glove box and curses under his breath.

"What? No condoms Kingston? Good, good… I'm gonna go get changed now, so me and Renee can go shopping with the twins and Nora." Kirby sorts herself out and walks back into the house.

"Ma, come back here, Mami… fuck." Eddie pulls up his boxers and jeans before rushing after Kirby.

"No, 'cause now ya jus' bein' a horndog. Get the fuck outta here." She snaps as she walks to the bedroom.

"Ma, if you don't come back here, I'm gon' pick ya up, and then we'll see who the real boss of the house is." Eddie snarls as he follows her.

Eddie slams the door behind himself when he reaches the bedroom, pushing Kirby up against the wall and kissing her roughly.

"Edward," She grumbles, "did you have ta slam the door?" She whispers against his lips.

"If the twins start cryin', I'm sorry, I wanted to make it more believable that we were arguin', instead of just flirtin' and gettin' each other goin'." He slides his hands up to her breasts, tracing the lace of her bra with his fingers.

"I must also apologise, my handsome brute, because me and Renee are actually goin' shoppin' with the kids."

"Ah fuck, Doll." Eddie whines.

"I'm sorry, Mr Loverman, but I promised her we would."

"A'ight, I'll take my kisses and hug before ya go." He grumbles, pouting.

Kirby kisses him gently, wrapping her arms around his waist, her blue eyes meeting his bright green ones before fluttering closed. Eddie whines when she pulls away, clinging to her shirt for a second longer than his usual.

"Eddie, you a'ight, Papi?"

"Can I…" Eddie looks away from her face, "can I come wit' ya?" He asks, his voice barely loud enough to hear.

"Oh Eddie, of course you can, oh my love." She whispers, pressing Eddie's head against her chest.

He hums happily, snuggling his face into her breasts.

"Do not motorboat me." She warns.

"Fine." He grunts, pulling his face away from her chest.

"We're walkin' to the mall, so, I'm dousing myself in sunblock."

Eddie chuckles softly, "I'll go get the boys ready, I love ya."

"Papi?"

"Yea, Ma?"

"Tonight, I am all yours." She purrs.

Eddie smirks and winks at her before leaving. Kirby gets changed into a pair of black ripped tights, a black sweater, faux leather boots and a cross necklace.

She leaves the bedroom after putting on the Yankees cap Eddie bought her.

"Emyr, Ethan, look at ya mother, ain't she the prettiest woman in the world?" Eddie grins proudly.

"Don't tell me you faked an argument." Marciano groans.

"Jack, you know me, you know I play up around people I trust." Kirby smirks as she gets the pram.

"Only person I know who is capable of acting and incapable of understanding emotions."

"I know, the autistic chick on commentary leads to complaints… I know Eddie's comin' with us, but what about you and Moxie?"

"We might as well, ya know." Marciano shrugs, pulling Kirby into a side hug and kissing her cheek.

"Don't you flirt with my wife." Eddie grumbles as he places the twins in their pram.

Emyr on the left hand side, Ethan on the right, the only thing between them is a small orange and black blanket. Emyr, the older twin, rolls to face his younger brother.

"Have you heard half the things we've said to each other while on commentary?"

"Yeah, and now you're married to my former tag partner." Marciano chuckles.

Eddie holds onto Kirby's hand as they walk to the mall, keeping himself between her and the road. It takes ten minutes for the group to reach the mall. Kirby and Renee go inside with the kids and Eddie immediately video calls his wife.

Eddie, Jon and Jack are outside. Eddie winks and sticks his tongue out at her as soon as Kirby picks up, lighting up a cigarette as Kirby shakes her head.

"What do ya want, Doughboy?" She chuckles softly.

"I wanna see my sexy ass wifey… miss those pretty eyes of yours." He shrugs.

"If you finish that cigarette, you can do more than just look at me." She smirks.

"I would love to kiss my sexy gothic wife, but ya know me, Ma, I gotta smoke at least one a day."

"Yea… I know." She murmurs, feeling someone staring at her.

"Everything a'ight, Ma?" Eddie raises an eyebrow, a look of concern in his eyes.

"Yeah, probably just anxiety or somethin'. I'm gonna put the phone in the pram so I can focus on which stores me and Renee go in."

"Love ya, Princess."

Kirby blows a kiss to him through the screen, "handsome brute."

Kirby switches the call back to audio only, as does Eddie, she then places the phone between her sons in the pram. Kirby and Renee walk side by side for about a minute, talking back and forth, entering stores and looking through items for themselves and the kids. The feeling that she's being watched returns when Renee leaves for a moment.

"Hey beautiful," a white guy walks up to Kirby, slightly tanned skin with brown hair, blue eyes and a necklace with dog tags which catches Kirby's gaze, "Do you have a name or can I call you mine?"

Kirby rolls her eyes, but the man seems not to notice her wedding ring, or the disinterested attitude she's giving him. I'm fairly certain if Eddie heard that, he's on his way now, fuming with intent to give this guy a New York style ass whoopin'.

"Do your sons have a father figure, or can I be your baby daddy?" The man attempts to flirt again.

Kirby notices a group of men, who look a similar age to the guy talking to her, smirking and giggling to themselves. Admittedly, I am slouched and I have a face mask on, perhaps he doesn't realise my height, musculature or the scars, or perhaps he doesn't care. She stays silent, letting the man try line after line as she mentally compares him to Eddie.

Look, Mr Smooth Operator, I have a husband, a very sexy husband at that. Your boring blue eyes could never match up to his stunning green ones, like emerald jewels which glow when he’s happy and dim when he’s upset or angry. Your coiffed Lord Farquaad looking haircut is bottom of the barrel trash compared to the perfectly kept tough-guy appeal of my darling’s shaved jet black hair, nor the slowly greying maturity of his beard, like a barrel of Scotch he has aged perfectly. You think that tan and that confidence makes women fall at your feet, oh you poor little baby, you have no fuckin’ clue what a real man looks like, the kind of man who makes a woman like me feel like a goddess when he touches my body. You can never match up to a man like Eddie Kingston… you will never be my Eddie, my American Idiot, my Soldier of New York. He is street-wise to my book-smart, he is loud and outgoing where I am withdrawn and quiet, but he loves me for me and I love him for him, flaws and all. So no, you cannot replace Emyr and Ethan’s Pá, nor will you ever replace my Edward.

The man goes to touch Kirby's hip, receiving a punch to the jaw for his efforts. He gets sent sprawling to the floor right as Eddie reaches the store, chuckling as he walks up to Kirby's side.

"Holy shit, Mami." Eddie pulls Kirby into a tight hug and kisses her deeply, "If I hadn't already married you, seein' that would've sealed the deal."

"Married? To this chump?" The man sputters out as he gets up.

"Chump? Ef yw'r dyn mwyaf golygus i mi erioed gael y pleser o wylio. Mae'n garedig ac yn sylwgar mewn ffordd na fydd fuckboy fel chi byth. [He is the most handsome man I have ever had the pleasure of viewing. He is kind and attentive in a way a fuckboy like you will never be.]" Kirby snarls, backing the man against a wall of the store; she only backs off when Eddie pulls her away.

The young man runs off, his friends already gone.

"Did you call him a fuckboy?" Eddie smirks.

"Yes, but that word does not translate, it remains fuckboy." She shrugs.

"What else did you tell him?"

"That you, my love, are the most handsome man I've ever seen, that you are kind attentive, and that he could never be you."

"Did you hear half the shit he said to you?" Eddie asks as he starts pushing the pram.

"Nope, I tuned him out and thought about you."

"About all the nasty shit I'm gonna do to you later?" He smirks.

"Nope, I was yelling at him mentally that he will never stack up to you, especially with that Lord Farquaad ass haircut."

Eddie lets out a breathless chuckle, wheezing and putting his head in his hands, "Lord Farquaad ass?" He repeats, wheezing as he catches his breath.

"What, the motherfucka looked like Lord Farquaad with that haircut." Kirby shrugs, smiling when Eddie looks at her.

"Ma, I love the way ya mind works." He grins.

Eddie pulls Kirby into a gentle kiss, keeping one hand on the pram and wrapping the opposite arm around her waist. Tough guy… my Eddie… my rugged Prince Charming, the sceptical Scully to my inquisitive Mulder, he still runs to protect myself… How shall I reward thee Kingy?

"Whatcha thinkin' about babe?" He whispers when she doesn't immediately open her eyes after the kiss.

"How you still ran to protect me, and the way in which I should reward you."

"You wanna know how you can reward me? Stay wit' me, don't ever change to try and please me, or anyone else, you've never let me down."

"Billy Joel, Kingy? 'Don't go changing to try and please me, you never let me down before. Don't imaging you're too familiar, and I don't see you anymore'." She kisses his temple and wraps an arm around the back of his waist.

"Any other good lines from that song, Doll?" He asks as they look around the store together.

"I would not leave you in times of trouble, we could have never come this far," She sings softly, "I took the good times, I'll take the bad times, I'll take you just the way you are."

Eddie rolls the pram back and forth, making Kirby notice that the twins are watching her. Emyr and Ethan both listen to the sound of their mother’s voice, the same voice they’ve heard since they first developed the ability to hear in utero.

“Keep singing, Mama, I think they like it.” Eddie whispers.

“Don’t go trying some new fashion, don’t change the colour of your hair. You always have my unspoken passion, although I might not seem to care.” Kirby tilts her head back as she tries to remember the lyrics.

She glimpses Eddie grinning out of the corner of her eye, he’s watching the twins and grinning. She looks at the twins, both awake and intently looking at her. Eddie gestures for her to continue as Renee re-joins them.