#yeah wolf little red riding hood was what i was goin for

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little red riding hood? ------- my piece for the @twsthorrorzine! it was fun being part of it! also seeing others stuff makes me wanna up my "horror" game (❤´艸｀❤)

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Diabolik Lovers DARK FATE ー Sakamaki Prologue

← RETURN TO GENERAL PROLOGUE

ー The scene starts in the classroom

Yui: ...I’m going home by car today.

Female student C: I see. Well, we might be getting some bad weather, so that is probably a wise choice.

Yui: Eh? Really?

Female student C: Yeah. They said so on the weather forecast. I’ll be heading home then. Bye bye!

Yui: See you tomorrow! Bye bye!

ー The scene shifts to the outside of Ryoutei Academy

Yui: ( Speaking of which, Ayato-kun didn’t attend classes today. )

( We both went to school together, so I wonder if he was skipping class somewhere? )

( He should know he’ll be in big trouble if Reiji-san finds out though... )

Driver: ーー My apologies for the wait.

Yui: Thank you very much.

ー She gets inside the car

*Thud*

Yui: I’m the first one here. That’s neーー

Ayato: Yo, Chichinashi!

Yui: Ayato-kun! I haven’t seen you around all day, where have you been?

Ayato: Aah? That’s none of your business, is it?

Yui: That’s true but...

Laito: ーー If you’re curious about Ayato-kun’s whereabouts, I spotted him over at the infirmary...Sleeping soundly with a cute expression on his face. Nfu~

Ayato: Wha...!? Cute!? Stop spoutin’ disgustin’ crap!

Laito: Eeh~? I’m complimenting you, so you should just honestly thank me.

Yui: And where did you hang out instead of attending class, Laito-kun?

Laito: Bitch-chan, you want to know my secrets? If you insist, I suppose I could tell you...

Every・single・one, okay~? (1)

Yui: No, I’ll pass.

Laito: Geez! I wish you wouldn’t turn down my offer so quickly?

Kanato: What made you think she would be curious about your secrets? I wouldn’t want to hear about those even if I was forced to.

Yui: Kanato-kun!

Laito: Kanato-kun, how cruel! You don’t have to be so mean, do you?

Kanato: Being forced to listen to something you don’t want to hear is pure torture after all...

That being said, Laito. The space next to her. That’s my seat so could you make some room?

You move away a little further too, Ayato.

Ayato: In your dreams! (2) The seat next to Chichinashi is obviously mine!

Kanato: Haah?

Shuu: ...Noisy as always. I could hear you guys’ voices all the way from outside the car...

Yui: Shuu-san...!

Laito: Oh geez~ You’re acting as if you’re the only outsider.

Shuu: I’m not picky about which seat I take after all.

I understand why you’d want to sit close to her, but making too much of a fuss proves that you’re all still kids.

Ayato: Aah!? Who are ya callin’ a kid!?

Reiji: ...Good grief. You lot are at it again?

Laito: Nfu~ Nice observation, Reiji. I can’t believe you’d guess we’re quarreling.

Reiji: This happens every day after all. How ridiculous. Do you not think it is about time you fight over a different topic for once?

Furthermore...Shuu. Could you not hog the seats all for yourself? You are in the way.

Shuu: There’s plenty to pick from right? Just take one of the other ones.

Reiji: If I sit on the opposite side, I will have no choice but to pain my eyes with the sight of you, no? Come on, make way.

Shuu: Haah, annoying...

Reiji: I am not being ‘annoying’. As the first heir to this family...

Subaru: Can’t you guys pipe the fuck down?...Geez...

*Thud*

Yui: Welcome back, Subaru-kun.

Subaru: Y-Yeah...

Oi, you shitheads. Move out of the way. I’m sittin’ next to her.

Kanato: Hah? You want to sit next to her as well?

Subaru: I never...! It’s not like I want to sit next to her...

I just like the way that seat feels.

Laito: Nfu~ Dare I say that’s a rather cringy excuse? Kukuku~

Subaru: Aah!?

Yui: ( Somehow seeing the guys are still the same as always makes me feel relieved. )

ー The car starts driving

Yui: ( Quite a lot has happened since I came to this house, but I’ve sort of gotten used to it over time... )

( I might just be imagining things, but I feel like the guys have become a lot kinder compared to when I first met them as well. )

( I guess feelings really do change... )

Reiji: ーー Speaking of which, did you all hear?

Ayato: What?

Reiji: Apparently there will be two transfer students coming from the campus in Great Britain.

Yui: Yes, now that you mention it, our teacher said something about that.

Subaru: Props to those guys for goin’ through the extra trouble.

Laito: Do you know something about them?

Reiji: No, not really.

Laito: Then why would you bring that up?

Reiji: It’s simple idle talk. The silence was getting on my nerves.

*CRASH*

Yui: ...!

Kanato: That was the thunder.

Ayato: It started pourin’ as well. What a dragー

Yui: ...The sky is pitch black as well...

Shuu: I mean, it’s night-time after all, so obviously it’d be? What are you saying?

Yui: That’s true but the moon was out earlier so...

Ah, speaking of which, the lunar eclipse will be happening soon, right?

Subaru: The eclipse?

Yui: Yeah.

Reiji: Exactly. I actually wanted to give you all a warning regarding said topic.

Laito: Eh~? What is it~?

Reiji: As you should be well aware, we are not unaffected by the lunar eclipse.

Yui: Eh? Is that so?

Reiji: Well, I doubt there will be any large changes.

We might say or do some things which are out of the ordinary...As well as grow somewhat unstable.

Yui: I see...

Ayato: Oh? Are you worried, Chichinashi?

Yui: Just a little.

Shuu: ーー During last time’s lunar eclipse, the Old Man was so fussy about it, I thought I was gonna go crazy.

Laito: ...Ahー ...I just remembered. We were still living in the Demon World back then, weren’t we?

Kanato: The night is much longer over there, so it was the worst...

Ayato: I remembered. He locked us up inside the castle, didn’t he?

I wonder why that old fart was so wary of it?

Kanato: I picked up some things about that. Apparently...There is a possibility some evildoers could come and attack us...

Yui: Evildoers...?

Ayato: Yeah! You know! He means the bad guys!

Laito: Do you want us to applaud you for that answer? (3)

Reiji: Either way, please be even more cautious than usual, understood? 

Unlike the one in the Demon World, the eclipse will be over in just a few hours this time. I am sure you can at least endure it for that long?

Yui: ( Out of the ordinary...Will everything be okay? I’ve gotten a little worried. )

Laito: Nfufu...

Subaru: The fuck you chucklin’ for, Laito...? It gives me the creeps.

Laito: I figured out what’s on Bitch-chan’s mind~

Yui: Eh...?

Laito: You were wondering just now...What exactly he meant with ‘saying or doing things out of the ordinary’, no?

Yui: ...!

Laito: I figured it out by looking at your expression. You really are such a lewd girl~

Yui: Wha...!? Why does it translate to that!?

Laito: You want to experiment, don’t you? Doing all sorts of things...While we’re being toyed around with by the moon...~

I mean, it would be different from usual, right? I totally relate to you wanting to switch things up every once in a while, nfu~ 

Reiji: ...Laito. I think you’ve said enough. You are corrupting my ears.

Yui: ( The lunar eclipse, huh...? I hope it passes without anything happening. )

*TIMESKIP*

ー The scene shifts to the living room

Yui: It’s this late already...? I suppose I should hit the hay soon.

Reiji: Oh dear? Going to bed already?

Yui: Yes. It is starting to become a little light outside as well.

Reiji: How about a cup of tea before bed? I got my hands on this new brand of herbal tea.

I would not mind treating you to some?

Yui: Ah, I’ll gladly have some!

Reiji: Very well. Then please wait a few.

ー Reiji walks away as Ayato enters the living room

Ayato: Oh, who do we have here! Not goin’ to bed yet?

Yui: Reiji-san offered me some tea, so I’ll get some rest after I’ve finished my drink.

Ayato: Che...What’s so good ‘bout that crap which tastes of grass?

Yui: Grass...? No way, it’s delicious. 

Ayato: That’s what it tastes like to me. I’m a carnivore (4) rather than a herbivore after all! ...This stuff’s more my ‘cup of tea’. 

ー Ayato moves closer and pins her down

*Thud*

Yui: W-Wait, Ayato-kun! What are you...!? 

Ayato: Lemme suck you. I’m thirsty for blood right now...

*Rustle rustle*

Yui: ( ...At this rate, he’ll take my blood...! )

R-Right! Ayato-kun, did you know?

*Rustle*

Ayato: Aah!? 

Yui: ーー S-Speaking of carnivores, I heard this rumor about a wolf being spotted in the city...

Ayato: A wolf!?

Yui: Y-Yeah. Apparently tons of people witnessed it, so the rumors are spreading like wildfire...

Ayato: Che. What bullshit are you spoutin’? You actually believe there was a wolf!?

Yui: But you know, at school...I alsoーー

Laito: Spotted~ (5)

Yui: L-Laito-kun!

Ayato: ...Laito, don’t get in my way.

Laito: Oh no no. If you want to suck Bitch-chan’s blood, you have to get my permission first.

Ayato: Why do I have to get your permission for everythin’, huh!?

Laito: Ehー? Why, you ask? Well...

*Rustle*

Yui: Kyah!?

Laito: Because Bitch-chan belongs to me~ Right?

Say, Bitch-chan? Wasn’t this ‘wolf’ you saw wearing a hat?

Yui: Eh!? 

Laito: The Big Bad Wolf wearing a hat always has his vision locked on the cute Little Red Riding Hood, you know~?

Ayato: Keh. ‘Big Bad Wolf’, my ass! Anyway, Chichinashi. Did you seriously see a wolf?

Yui: Y-Yeah...Probably...

Laito: When? Where?

Yui: After classes today. On the rooftop at school...

Ayato: Aah? The rooftop? Hah, ridiculous. I bet you just mistook some shadow for a wolf.

Laito: Besides, that’s exactly where I was after classes today.

Reiji: ーー Why were you there after school?

Laito: ...! R-Reiji. Didn’t see you there.

Reiji: Yes. I sure am. Is that a problem for you?

Laito: Not really~?

Reiji: Good grief. With you guys, I never know what to expect the second I take my eyes off you.

You’re either trying to suck her blood, or skipping class...

Ayato: ...! H-How do you know I tried to bite her just now!? You weren’t around earlier, were you!?

Reiji: ーー It became clear as day to me the second I saw her disheveled clothes.

Yui: Eh...! Ah...

*Rustle rustle*

Reiji: You lot truly are beyond hopeless.

ーー Here you go, Yui. I’ve prepared your tea.

Yui: T-Thank you very much!

*Cling*

Reiji: ...Well then, regarding what you said just now...

Yui: Eh?

Reiji: Could you fill me in on the details?

Yui: You mean about the wolf?

Laito: It was just Bitch-chan’s eyes playing tricks on her, no?

Isn’t it like those people who say they can ‘sense’ ghosts after they’ve been told a place is haunted? 

Reiji: I am talking to her.

Yui: U-Uhm...

ー Yui tells him the full story

Reiji: I see.

Yui: However, I’m pretty sure I just saw a wild dog or something along those lines...

Subaru: ...What would a wild dog be doin’ up on the roof? That was a wolf.

Yui: Subaru-kun...?

Subaru: You probably don’t know, but in the Demon World, there are other demonic species who can alter their appearance into those of a snake, eagle or wolf.

We’re livin’ here too, so it wouldn’t be that far-fetched for some wolf to show up.

Yui: T-Then, a resident of the Demon World has changed into a wolf and come to this city?

Subaru: Guess so? There aren’t any wild wolves livin’ ‘round these parts, right?

Reiji: I considered that possibility for a second too, however...

Ayato: What?

Reiji: The Wolf clan living in the Demon World is extremely territorial. Well, the same could be said about the snakes too...

I simply cannot fathom they would come to the human world.

Laito: Ahー ...Now that you mention it, they really are.

I went through hell and back once after messing around with a girl on Wolf territory...

Subaru: ...Then how do you explain the wolf wanderin’ ‘round this city!?

*Thud*

Yui: S-Subaru-kun, calm down.

Reiji: Exactly. Do you really need to lose your temper over everything?

Ayato: Can’t we look at it this way? It’s probably not that concerned ‘bout us.

Vampires aren’t territorial after all.

Reiji: That might be the case for us, but I doubt the same can be said about them.

It is part of their natural instinct after all...

Laito: Nfu~ Then, basically you want to say that the wolf which has been sighted in the city is just a regular one?

Reiji: Or rather, there is one other possibility I can think of.

Yui: Another possibility...?

Reiji: In the Demon World, one more species going by the name of the ‘First Bloods’ exists.

They are said to be the ancestors of every species living in the Demon World.

Ayato: The fuck? That’s a first to me. Besides, I’ve never run into one of those over at the Demon World either.

Reiji: Of course not. They suffered defeat in a war against our Father and Demon Lord Burai, before being banished to a castle.

They are forbidden from leaving.

Laito: Then wouldn’t it be impossible for them to show up here in the first place?

Reiji: You are indeed right. But well, they possess the abilities of the wolf, eagle, snake and bat all at once. 

Therefore, it would be possible for them to transform into wolves as well. I simply wanted to bring it up as one possible explanation.

Subaru: Well, I don’t give a damn. Whether it’s a Wolf or a First Blood.

If they get in the way, I’m gonna crush them!

Reiji: Well, a wolf is hardly a threat to us, but I suppose it would be dangerous for a human such as yourself.

Please be careful, okay? If things take a turn for the worse, do avoid being eaten. Understood?

Yui: Y-Yes...

( Seems like there’s still many things about the Demon World I don’t know. )

( Also the rumored wolf in town...I wonder if he actually exists? Then what I saw might just be... )

( ...I don’t really know yet, but I should definitely be careful for now. )

*TIMESKIP*

ー The scene shifts to the classroom

Yui: ( Today’s first period is English, huh...? I should take out my textbook and notes...My homework sheet isーー )

*Rattle*

Homeroom teacher: Oiー. Everyone, sit down. I’m going to introduce the new transfer student.

He won’t be transferring into this classroom, but I’ll at least let him introduce himself.

Shin: ...I’m Tsukinami Shin. Nice to meet y’all.

Ayato: ...That guy...

Yui: ( Ayato-kun...? )

Homeroom teacher: He only recently returned to the country after living in Great Britain, so he’ll be taking class in a special classroom for quite some time.

That being said, you’re all students of the same academy, so treat him well, okay?

Homeroom teacher: Ahー Also...If possible, I’d like for someone to show him around the campus.

Shin: Sensei, may I?

Homeroom teacher: Yes, what is it?

Shin: I would like to ask the young lady over there to give me a tour of the school.

Yui: Eh? M-Me?

Shin: Exactly. Can I count on you?

Yui: ...I don’t mind but...

Shin: We’ll see each other during the break then?

ー He leaves the classroom

Yui: ( ...Why me? )

*TIMESKIP*

ー The scene shifts to the hallway at school

Ayato: Oi, Chichinashi.

Yui: Ayato-kun? And Kanato-kun as well? ...What’s wrong?

Kanato: No, I simply had...somewhat of a weird hunch...

Yui: A weird hunch...?

( Could they be talking about Shin-kun? )

Ayato: You’re gonna show that dude ‘round the place now?

Yui: Yeah, that’s the plan.

Kanato: Do you truly believe you have the right to decide that?

Yui: ( I-I should have figured they’d be upset about that. )

B-But he asked me out of the blue...and the teacher also told us to be nice to him...

Ayato: ...I know that, but still.

Listen up. Be careful of that dude. ...I can’t really put it into words, but he’s givin’ me bad vibes.

Yui: Eh?

Kanato: ...I shall warn you as well. Although I believe it would be best for me to tag along.

For some reason, I feel like I want to keep my distance from him...

Yui: You too, Kanato-kun...?

( I wonder why the two of them are so wary? )

Ayato: Well, we’re ‘round as long as you stay on campus, so it should be fine.

Don’t let your guard down, ‘kay? Understood?

Yui: Y-Yeah.

Kanato: Ah...He has arrived. Well then...

ー Ayato and Kanato leave

Yui: ( ...I wonder what he meant with ‘bad vibes’? )

Shin: Hey, thanks for earlier.

Yui: Yeah. Well then, let me show you around right away...

Shin: I don’t need to see the campus. Instead, why don’t we drop by the rooftop?

Yui: Eh? The roof...? I don’t mind but...Why...?

Shin: ...I figured you might want to witness the lunar eclipse.

Yui: Aah, now that you mention it...

Shin: Also, the inside of this school really reeks (6) for some reason...

Yui: Eh?

Shin: Nothing. Let’s hurry up and go.

Yui: Yeah...

ー The two of them walk away

Shuu: ...

ー The scene shifts to the rooftop

Shin: Aah, the eclipse has begun.

Yui: You’re right...!

( The moon’s colored a bright crimson...slowly becoming chipped, amazing! )

Shin: Is this your first time witnessing one?

Yui: Yeah. It’s a first for me...How beautiful, don’t you think?

Shin: Beautiful, huh?

ー Somebody walks up to them

???: ...Shin.

Shin: Hey, Nii-san.

Yui: Eh?

Shin: Let me introduce him. This is my Nii-san, his name’s...

Carla: I’m Tsukinami Carla.

Yui: N-Nice to meet you...! My name’s Komori Yui.

( I see. Now that you mention it, when the teacher said two transfer students...He must have been talking about Shin-kun and his older brother. )

Carla: ...

Yui: ( ...That being said, he is somewhat of an intimidating individual... )

Shin: Neither of us are used to living here, so we’ll be counting on your help, okay?

Yui: Yeah...If you’re fine with me...

Carla: Shin.

Shin: Yes, Nii-san?

Carla: Take a look.

Shin: Eh?

Yui: ...Ah...!

Shuu: ...

Yui: Shuu-san?

What’s the matter? Are you perhaps here to watch the Lunar Eclipse as we...

Shuu: Haah? Does it look like that to you?

Yui: ...Right.

ー Shuu walks up to Yui

Shuu: ーー Let’s go.

Yui: Eh? M-Me?

Shuu: Yeah. Hurry up.

Yui: B-But...

Carla: I don’t mind. Go if you must.

Shin: Nii-san, are you sure?

Carla: Yes.

Yui: T-Then...See you later. Please tell me if you need anything. Now if you’d excuse me.

ー Yui leaves with Shuu

Shin: Nii-san, do you think we’ll be able to use her?

Carla: No chance.

Shin: Eh? For real? Geez. I was kind to her for nothing then...

If she won’t be of any use to us, why don’t we take her down alongside this school which stinks of Vampires...

Burning everything to the ground...Kukuku. What do you say?

Carla: While it would be impossible in her current state, if we cleanse her, she might just...

Shin: Cleansing, huh? What a drag. For one, I doubt I’ll be able to stand the stench of those Vampires.

But, if we have no other choice, guess it can’t be helped.

Carla: Get everything in order by the end of tonight. Understood?

Shin: Roger. Well, I could probably win against those Vampires while they’re weakened by the lunar eclipse using just one arm.

Carla: Do not let down your guard. That man from just now...He seemed to have caught on somewhat.

Shin: I know.

ー The scene shifts to the hallway

Yui: Wait, Shuu-san!

Shuu: ...Did those guys from earlier tell you anything?

Yui: Eh? No...nothing...

Shuu: I see.

Yui: ...What’s gotten into all of you? I feel as if you’ve been very wary of those two this whole time...

Shuu: You saw it too, right? The lunar eclipse has started.

Because of that, our intuition is off compared to usual. Reiji mentioned it yesterday as well, remember?

We may act or say things out of ordinary...And at the same time, our five senses don’t quite work as well.

Yui: ( Right...That’s why everyone is even more on guard than usual. )

I understand. I’ll be careful.

( I wonder if everything will be okay...While they’re under the eclipse’s effects? )

*TIMESKIP*

ー The scene shifts to inside the limousine

Yui: ( Phew, I’m glad the day passed without anything happening in the end. )

ー Ayato boards the vehicle

Ayato: Hm? It’s just you today?

Yui: Yup. Where’s everyone else?

Ayato: How should I know? Since they’re not here, I guess they’re not going home by car today?

Yui: ...

Ayato: What are you making that face for?

Yui: No. I’m just a little worried, considering the lunar eclipse has begun as well.

Ayato: Keh. I’m the only one you should be concerned about.

Driver: ーー May I start the vehicle?

Ayato: I don’t mind.

ー The car starts driving

Yui: Will everything be okay...?

Ayato: Are you that worried? You piss me off. You’re just a Chichinashi too!

Yui: I mean, you were all acting kind of off today as well...

Ayato: Che. They’re no kids, I’m sure it’ll be fiーー

ー The car suddenly comes to a halt

Yui: Kyaaah...!!

Ayato: Woah...!?

Driver: A-Ayato-sama...!!

Ayato: ...The fuck was that...!?

Driver: W...Wolves are...!!

Ayato: Aah!?

*HOOOOOOOOWL*

Yui: ...!

Ayato: Oi, Chichinashi...! Move closer!

*Rustle*

Yui: Ayato-kun, what on earth is...?

Ayato: I don’t know...

Either way, don’t leave my side...!!

Yui: Y-Yeah...

*HOOOOOOOOOWL*

Yui: ...!

Ayato: Rest assured...Chichinashi, you belong to me. No way in hell I’m handin’ you over to some wolf!

Yui: Ayato-kun...!!

ー One of the wolves breaks through the window

*SHATTER*

Ayato: Che!!

ー Ayato is attacked by the wolf while protecting Yui

Yui: Ayato-kun!!!!

Ayato: Fuck...That hurt! The fuck’s your problem!!? 

ー The wolf continues its assault

Ayato: Guh...Chichinashi, don’t you dare move from underneath me...!!

Yui: B-But...!

Ayato: Shut up...Guah...!!

*RIIIIIIP*

Ayato: ...Guh...Uu...!!

Yui: ( Oh no, at this rate, Ayato-kun will...!! )

???: Tsk...Where did you all come from...!? Fuck off...!

*THUD*

ー Subaru enters the car

Subaru: What are you doin’!?

*THUD*

ー The wolf backs off

Yui: ...Subaru-kun...!

Subaru: Che...Things are this bad even tho Ayato was ‘round? ...Take that!!

*THUD*

Ayato: Che...

Yui: Ayato-kun...! Things will be okay now...! Hang in there!

Subaru: Oi. Which one of you bastards is next, huh!!?

*Whistle*

*HOOOOOOWL*

Subaru: ...!? Makin’ a run for it...!? Wait...!!

Yui: Subaru-kun...! Wait! Please...Don’t go...!!

Subaru: Che...Fuck...

Yui: Ayato-kun is...!

Ayato: Ugh...

Subaru: He’s out cold...Did he protect you?

Yui: Yeah...!

Subaru: Che...He’s got bite wounds all over...Fuck...They were Wolves from the Demon World after all.

Oi, you. Lend me a hand for a sec. Support this shoulder...

Yui: Okay...!

*Rustle*

Subaru: There we go. I’ll handle the rest. Let’s go. We gotta head back home asap.

Yui: ...Is Ayato-kun okay?

Subaru: Dunno. I’m not a doctor. We gotta show him to Reiji first.

ーー Oi, driver! Che...Our Familiar was beaten as well...

*Whistle*

Yui: What are we gonna do?

Subaru: I called over my Familiar for now. We can leave things be here. Let’s go!

Yui: Okay...!

( Why were we suddenly attacked...? )

( Also, those Wolves from earlier...Where did they...? )

*TIMESKIP*

Yui: Ayato-kun, stay strong...!

Reiji: ...His wounds are rather severe. We will have to make a visit to the Demon World to receive help from a clinic.

Kanato: Is it that bad?

Reiji: If he had been a human, this number of wounds would have resulted in an instant death. 

Yui: ...!

Laito: Ayato-kun tried to play the hero all by himself...

Reiji: We were fortunate Subaru rushed to the scene at once, if he had been even a second delayed...

His throat might have been ripped up to shreds.

Subaru: ...The fuck did those wolves want...? Is the Wolf clan trying to declare war on us!?

Shuu: ...How did you feel about the situation? You’re the only one who actually went head to head with them.

Subaru: I don’t know...I just felt like they were kinda different from the Wolves I would often spot ‘round in the Demon World...

Reiji: If I recall correctly, our Father and the King of the Wolf clan have always been been on good terms.

I find it hard to believe that they - who are so loyal to their own leader - would come and assault us.

Subaru: Then what are they!?

Shuu: First Bloods...

Laito: ...Aren’t those guys locked up in a castle at the Demon World?

Shuu: They should be. However, there’s a possibility they have managed to find an opening to leave the castle.

Reiji: Either way, let us return to the Demon World at once, Shuu.

Shuu: Yeah. Let’s go back. We need to report this to the Old Man too.

Laito: Good grief. We have to return to the Demon World during the eclipse again, huh...?

Kanato: ...We have no other choice...

Yui: Uhm, I...

Shuu: You will stay behind here.

Yui: Eh!? But...

Shuu: The Wolves attacked Ayato. Which means you aren’t their target.

Reiji: That sounds like a good idea. Furthermore, the eclipse is ongoing over at the Demon World as well.

We do not know what may happen. You are a human as well.

Yui: ( Good point...If a human such as myself goes to the Demon World, I’ll only end up slowing them down. )

( I’m worried about Ayato-kun and the others but... )

You’ll be able to come back once the lunar eclipse has ended here, right?

Laito: I’d love to, but I’m not sure?

Reiji: Depending on the wolves’ identity, we might have to end up staying at the Demon World for a while.

Yui: But, there’s an eclipse going on over at the Demon World as well, right? Isn’t it dangerous since you don’t know what may happen...?

Subaru: That’s true but the castle’s bein’ protected by our shitty father’s magic, so don’t worry.

Yui: ...

Subaru: Oh come on, don’t look so anxious. I’m hesitant to leave you all by yourself as well...

Shuu: Haah...It’s a pain but we have no other choice. Oi, let’s get going guys.

ー They start walking away

Shuu: I’m leaving the house in your care.

Yui: Yes...

Laito: It saddens me to have to leave your side...But we can’t leave Ayato-kun like this either.

Kanato: I’ll let you have my pudding, so please wait here like you’ve been told to, okay?

Reiji: Well then...Subaru, please carry Ayato.

Subaru: Haah!? Me again!? Don’t be shittin’ me!!

Yui: ( You guys... )

( Please don’t let anything happen... )

*TIMESKIP*

Yui: Haah...

( Everyone left for the Demon World so I’m all by myself...Somehow the manor feels even more spacious than usual... )

*Rumble*

Yui: ...!!

( I’m a little lonely. Actually, now that I think of it, since I’m alone here now... )

( I could just run away, right? It’s not like anyone’s keeping an eye on me... )

( But...It’s not like I have anywhere to go still...Besides, is there still even a point in running still...? )

I wonder since when I’ve gotten this used to my life here...? 

( At first, I was so terribly scared. It still hurts to have my blood sucked even now...But. )

( Through getting to know everyone, it’s only still a little but...I... )

*HOOOOOWL*

Yui: !!!

( Oh no, the wolves again...? They didn’t target me last time though... )

( Don’t tell me, they think everyone’s still here...? )

...Uu...

ー The scene shifts to the underground waterway

Yui: Haah...haah...!

( In this case, I should try going to the Demon World, even if I end up being a burden. )

( Who knows what will happen to me if I remain here... )

( I’m sure...He will for sure save me... )

[ Choose Shuu ] [ Choose Reiji ] [ Choose Ayato ]

[ Choose Kanato ] [ Choose Laito ] [ Choose Subaru ]

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

Translation notes

(1) He literally just says ‘my secrets’ and pauses between each syllable of secret (ひ・め・ご・と). However, in English ‘se・crets’ doesn’t have the same effect since it’s only 2 syllables, so I changed it a little. He already mentions ‘secret’ in the previous sentence, so it doesn’t change much about the meaning of this interaction.

(2) やーなこった or ‘yaanakotta’ is a very childish and playful way to say ‘no’ or ‘don’t want to’ in Japanese. 

(3) Literally Laito asks if that is the answer they get after he puts on airs while proudly proclaiming his words. Laito often makes these low key sarcastic or snarky comments at Ayato, so I wanted the English translation to have that same feel to it. 

(4) The term 肉食 or ‘nikushoku’ may mean ‘carnivore’, in recent youth culture, it is also used as a synonym for man or woman who are very assertive when it comes to relationship and sex. Meanwhile 草食 or ‘soushoku’ is used for the exact opposite, referring to those who are hesitant to interact with the opposite sex. I don’t know if Rejet intended for it to have this hidden meaning, but I found it an interesting theory nevertheless!

(5) When Laito says ‘見ちゃった’ or ‘micchatta’ here, it can be taken two ways. Either he refers to him walking in on Ayato trying to suck Bitch-chan’s blood, or he actually finished Yui’s sentence, referring that she saw a wolf at school. 

(6) While におう or ‘niou’ could mean ‘to smell’ in general, when it is written as 臭う, it refers to a bad smell. 

[thehighlandhealer]

Trick or Treat, Cont. || Charleson, Bronwyn, Lirim, Aedan, Rory, & Cynthia || October, 2020

Lirim: Lirim tossed his phone onto the table, smiling apologetically at his son. Their first outing with Charles. His first, that is. Bronwyn was another story.

"He said five's fine," Lirim called to Bronwyn. Paint was much more manageable than makeup, in his opinion. His son's whiskers, made of his mother's eyeshadow, would survive the next few hours. Aedan wouldn't care or much notice. His ears were free. When was he going to develop a tail?

Bronwyn: “Five it is!” Bronwyn called back. She was deep in her makeup drawer looking for a tube of eyeliner that seemed to have disappeared. “Why didn’t I draw the whiskers on with eyeliner, they’re goin’ to smudge. Oh! Marie and Lydia have asked us to stop by their houses. No one in this city will have better treats.”

Lirim: "You won't go touchin' your face, will ya, Aedan? Some settin' spray and you're ready to hit the town."

Lirim perked, looked over the mass that was his son's curly hair. "Oh really? Haven't seen them in ages." He hadn't seen much of anyone outside of the art gallery, so no surprise.

A thought occurred to him. Shit. "Guess that means I'm seein' Mason again."

Bronwyn: “Aye, darlin’, it does. Ha!” She returned to the room a few moments later with the eyeliner and her setting spray. “But don’t worry, ev’ryone will be on their best behavior. Includin’ him.”

Lirim/Aedan: Xavier's uplifting words rang in his memory as reminder. He didn't have to be afraid of him. Not anymore. Just confounding that anyone spent any amount of time with that demon.

He didn't have room to judge, considering his favorite Atlas, but he would.

Aedan was about having his fill of this face touching. The squirming had begun.

"Patience, puppers!"

Bronwyn: “I’m almost done, lovey.” Bronwyn made quick work of touching up Aedan’s whiskers before telling him to close his eyes for the setting spray. “There, all done!”

Lirim: "Ya know he's gonna have a fit when ya try and take that off." Oh well. It was just one night. His son was certainly no artist, putting up with the smell of makeup was easier than paint, and it was for a good cause. He didn't have whiskers and he wanted them.

"Alright, Toto, all done. Ready to meet Dorothy?"

Bronwyn/Aedan: “It won’t be so bad. Just one wee little makeup wipe and it’ll come right off.”

Aedan gave his mother a skeptical look but the excitement over the candy he would soon have won out.

“Yeah!”

Lirim/Aedan: "I shoulda gone as the Big Bad Wolf, Miss Riding Hood."

"Wolves are good!"

And Aedan wouldn't hear otherwise. "You're absolutely right. He just had an image issue." Bronwyn was given a look.

Bronwyn: Bronwyn smiled and nodded. “Absolutely. An image issue and questionable manners. Daddy should’ve gone as the Big Good Wolf.” That last added with a teasing look.

Lirim/Aedan: His parents were given a look. The look of a child aware but unable to articulate. Instead, going on about how he wanted a candy apple on a stick.

"You got it, Toto."

Bronwyn: “I think—and I’m no’ positive or anythin’—but I’m pretty sure Auntie Lydia is makin’ candy apples with red caramel.”

Lirim/Aedan: Aedan's eyes couldn't have been brighter.

"Oh boy, Toto's gonna need a leash."

And off their son ran across the house screaming.

Bronwyn: Bronwyn laughed. “Oh, aye. I probably shouldn’t tell him there are also goin’ to be cookies.”

Lirim: "Shhh. He'll be in a sugar coma before eight."

Bronwyn: “Eight?” she chuckled. “Aren’t we bein’ optimistic. My money’s on seven.”

Lirim: "That's better than eight. What ya wanna bet?"

Bronwyn: “Hmmm...” She tapped her chin. “Dinner.”

Lirim: "What ya want?"

Bronwyn: “Shrimp and grits with an ungodly amount of cheese.”

Lirim: "Homemade or restaurant?"

Bronwyn: “Homemade. What do ye want if ye win?”

Lirim: "I want... to paint you."

Bronwyn: “Paint me or paint me?”

Lirim: "I mean paint on your body in my studio."

Bronwyn: “It’s a bet. What do ye want to turn me into?”

Lirim: "We'll have to see. Been a long time."

Bronwyn: “Aye, it has.” She smiled and kissed Lirim’s cheek. “Ye can turn me into anythin’ ye like.”

Lirim: "Maybe I've some ideas. In the nude, of course."

Bronwyn: “Well that goes without sayin’. What’s a little nudity after ye’ve impregnated someone.”

Lirim: "Oh?" He laughed. "Speakin' of 'fore I get ahead of myself, how's the Viking?"

Bronwyn: “Still tall, stoic, and handsome. He got a kick out o’ my costume.”

Lirim: "They don't do Halloween in Iceland?"

Bronwyn: “Iceland kind of does a wee, Torsten doesn’t do it at all.”

Lirim: "Makes sense, I guess." Lirim looked in the direction of their son. "And he's good with Aedan?" Hundredth time asking. "He should... be here. He's gonna have a lot more Halloweens."

Bronwyn: She nodded. “Aye, he’s good with Aedan. I asked him to come with us but he’s in Iceland at the moment, takin’ care of some family business.”

Lirim: "Do ya want Aedan to call him dad?"

Bronwyn: “I want Aedan to call him whatever feels right to him.”

Lirim: "Ya'd think I'd be used to it. I mean he already -" He'd stop right there. "Anyway, Charles should be here any minute."

Bronwyn: She kissed his cheek again. “I love ye, Lirim Vivaldi. Ye know that? There’s no timeline on gettin’ used to it.”

Lirim: "Love ya too, Mama B. Ya know he calls ya that when we're alone? Totally picked it up from Lucien I know it."

Bronwyn: “He does?” Bronwyn positively melted at the sweetness of it all. “That’s adorable! And he absolutely did and I’m no’ surprised at all. I love bein’ Mama B.”

Lirim: "He asked about Lucien a few days ago. Didn't realize how often they were together."

Bronwyn: “Aye, the magic of teleportation. I’ve been wantin’ to learn it, I feel bad havin’ Vincent go back and forth so often.”

Lirim: "Can't be easy. I mean, that's why it belongs to familiars, and... demons."

Bronwyn: “Ye’re right. Avalbane is over three hundred and she can’t do it.”

Lirim: "Shit. What's she got over ya, though? Spells wise, I mean."

Lirim turned to the foyer mirror and adjusted his hat.

Bronwyn: “Sheer volume o’ spells. Decade upon decade of experience. That spell she used to help us with Aedan? It’s so obscure she found it on a stone tablet.”

Lirim: His smile softened. "Just had a conversation about that, actually, with Xavier Atlas." He watched for her reaction.

Bronwyn: She didn’t quite frown, but there was a definite tightness to her smile at the mention of that man.

“Were ye indeed,” she said as casually as she could. “Does he get his magic from stone tablets as well?”

Lirim: "I imagine if Xavier Atlas were reborn today, he'd be that bookworm child that turns into a mage. Or a mad professor. Or a politician. Can't really pin which."

Bronwyn: “Or held in a federal prison for tax evasion.”

Lirim: "I mean," he laughed, "they're not saints, but they're hungry, Atlases."

Bronwyn: “That’s definitely one way to put it. Do ye see him often?”

Lirim: "Nah. First time in...years."

Bronwyn: “Was it a good visit?”

Lirim: "I needed it. Been meetin' up with a few people I lost." He gestured to the front door. "Charles included."

Bronwyn: Bronwyn reached for Lirim’s hand and gave it squeeze. “Well for that, I’m glad. It’s nice to see ye returnin’ to yer life, spendin’ time with people ye enjoy. Ye’re like a flower bloomin’ after a long winter.”

Lirim: "Only a druid would say that," he laughed. He felt like he'd been doing more of that lately.

Bronwyn: He had and it had not gone unnoticed. It was such a welcome sound.

“It’s true! Ye’re our angelic flower.”

Lirim: Lirim shook his head, rubbed his cheeks with both hands. "Alright, Ridin' Hood, ya all set to go?"

Bronwyn: “All set. I’ve got ev’rythin’ we can possibly need in my basket.”

Charles/Rory: Charles gave a single nod, indicating that Rory could, indeed, be the one to ring the doorbell. He did so with great enthusiasm, before Charles guided him gently back.

Lirim/Aedan: Of course. The doorbell was piano keys, after all. This didn't have to be a child for someone to go to town on it.

"Someone's playing music!" called his son.

"No, I got it!" his father laughed, opening the door less than a moment later.

"Hey, fam!"

Bronwyn: Bronwyn would appear at Lirim's shoulder almost instantly, greeting their new arrivals with a radiant smile.

"There they are! Come in, come in! Look at ye, ye look great!"

Charles/Rory/Cynthia: Charles was all smiles for his friends, tipping back his pointed hat to more easily press a kiss to each of their cheeks.

Rory and Cynthia both were happy to see Bronwyn, Dorothy and a little Tin Man stepping forward for hugs they knew were coming.

"Hello, hello! Rory, Cee, this is... Mr. Lirim Vivaldi." He'd leave it up to the man himself to decide how he wanted to be addressed.

Lirim: "Hi!" The old saying of loving only your kids was relevant to Lirim; he didn't feel like a natural around other people's children and doubted he ever would. But these were Charles'. He got on a knee to shake their hands. He then called to Aedan to greet them.

Bronwyn: The children already knew her very well; they'd both be kissed and given a good squeeze that stopped just shy of mussing their costumes. Their father would be given equal treatment.

She smiled as Lirim greeted them, taking the opportunity to grab her camera from her basket and start snapping pictures.

"I can't get over those costumes! Ye're all so precious I could eat ye right up. Smile for the camera!"

Charles: Charles was not nearly so averse to being photographed as his husband, but there was no need to capture his ridiculous witch's costume for posterity. With a wry smile, he nudged his children gently toward where Aedan stood. "Let's get one of the kids together. Following the yellow brick road, and all that."

He had a sunny smile for Bronwyn and Lirim's son. After all, he did not share Lirim's opinions on other people's children. He'd certainly have chosen the wrong bloody profession, if he did.

"Nice to see you again, young man. You've gotten so big!"

Lirim/Mason/Aedan Mason lagged behind, still warding and locking down the townhouse just a few feet away. His hooded masked figure cut an intimidating silhouette compared to the others. By design, given the city. This was his city and his people, but this was his family, and a priority. He would be watchdog tonight. No doubt with Charles' ability, danger would not survive twenty yards.

Aedan began explaining his costume, as though it were required. Toto for Dorothy! With a bark as real as his dark brown ears perked tight with excitement.

Lirim adjusted his son's curls and returned to his feet. "He really has." The naphil stilled at the sight of the demon, taking a breath. A nod of acknowledgment.

Bronwyn: There was every need to capture Charles' witch costume for posterity and that was precisely what Bronwyn was going to do.

"Aye, let's! Ev'ryone move in closer and give me a big smile!" She snapped a couple of photos of the kids and a couple more of Lirim and Charles. "Mason!" she called. "Come see the cuteness!"

Charles: Charles was not the least bit concerned about the evening. Nor did he believe himself, Bronwyn, and Lirim incapable of defending against any unlikely danger. But he welcomed his husband's presence, all the same. He smiled fondly as Aedan went into the details of his costume. They really were an adorable trio.

"Are we ready to begin? We're following your lead, here."

Lirim/Mason/Rory: "Little terrors in disguise!"

Rory looked back to his father. "Nah uh!"

Lirim locked the door behind them with a flick of his hand. No one around to notice. "Start here and go counter-clockwise, then Coverdale?" he looked to Bronwyn for confirmation.

Bronwyn: Bronwyn mapped the proposed route in her head and nodded. "Sounds good to me! Ev'ryone stay together now, and if ye hear a verra cranky poodle, just walk on by. She only barks if ye give her attention and if ye give her attention she tries to bite ye."

Charles: Charles laughed openly, adjusting his hat as it slipped. "She sounds delightful. I'll keep a wary eye. Do you lot want to leave a bowl of candy out for any kids that come by?"

Lirim: "Last time I did the whole cauldron was gone!" Lirim laughed.

Bronwyn: "I'm convinced that kid who thinks he's James Dean and his mates took the lot."

Charles: "There's always one."

Lirim/Mason: "Should I?"

Mason was already off with the children to the nearest house on their side of the street.

Bronwyn: "We can, if ye like. It's still early, there's a chance bargain bin James Dean won't show up for another couple of hours."

Charles: "I like to, when no one's around to answer the door, but it's your bowl."

Lirim: "Out of that giant school? Not even a maid?"

Lirim unlocked the door with another flick, glanced at his son and ran inside for a jack-o'-lantern bucket, filling it with tiny bags of Reese's Pieces.

Charles: "In Cameron, or wherever else. There's always someone at the school."

Lirim: "Cameron?" The bucket placed. Lirim picked up the pace to join his son.

Charles: Charles followed closely behind, catching a speeding Rory as he returned from the door with chocolate in his once-empty bucket.

"Careful! Mhm. My husband has a house there." For now, anyway.

Lirim: Charles was given a quick glance. "Do you see it as a home, despite being a school?"

Charles: "I do. It's been my home for a long time, now. Well, our home. It'd just be an old house, without everyone else."

Lirim: "Funny, what we put stock in." He flicked his wrist back at the townhouse behind them. "Raised there. Was in stasis after my folks; lived with my Mema. Then it was mine again. Thought about gettin' rid of it, but there's too much in it. Don't have it in me."

Charles: He nodded, glancing at the house briefly, before turning back to watch his children sprint off to the next house. He buried the impulse to ask them to slow down. "I understand that. I might've sold the old place, if we hadn't needed it. And then the idea for the school took root in my head and I couldn't dislodge it. I'd never part with it, now. Means too much. And not only to me. I'll likely pass it on, though. When the time comes. To someone I trust who shares my vision."

Lirim: Lirim nodded, watched his son, his son's mother, the demon.

"Someone like that exist, or still lookin' around?"

Charles: "I imagine it'll be one of my staff. Possibly one of my students, when they're old enough and experienced enough. I'm not opposed to passing my legacy along to my children, but I suspect they'll forge their own paths." He snorted softly, mostly to himself. "Perhaps we need one more."

Lirim: A statement which put a smile on the naphil's face. They were indeed different.

"Got the parental itch for more, huh?"

Charles: Charles lifted a shoulder. "I wouldn't call it an itch, but I'm certainly open to the concept."

Lirim: "Do they all feel like your children?"

Charles: "Yes and no. I love them. And I feel deeply responsible for their wellbeing, of course. I am. But it's... different."

It seemed a poor word to describe the depth of devotion he felt toward his own children, but he couldn't think of a better one, presently.

Lirim: "Never taught anyone anything until Aedan. Can't relate." He adjusted his coat, face contorting with thought. "I take that back. I mean, I walk people through what I do in the studio, but that's -" he waved away his words.

"Anyway."

Charles: "I think I've always wanted to be academic. Teaching or learning. Teaching feels more useful." Less selfish. "Would you ever consider teaching art?"

Lirim: "People gotta learn, someone's gotta teach." But that being said, he scoffed. "Hell no. Probably hang myself bein' asked the same questions all the time. But! That's why people like you exist."

Charles: Charles laughed, a bright sound that carried on the early evening air. "It's not so awful. But, perhaps you're right. 'Those who can't do,' and all that. We should catch up with the children."

Lirim: Such sound paired well with Charles' emotion.

"I get the sayin', but I don't get how that applies to someone like you."

Charles: "Someone like me?" He raised an eyebrow, casting a half-smile at Lirim as he began walking just a bit quicker, slowly narrowing the distance between himself and his family.

Lirim: Bronwyn had gone ahead, probably for his old neighbor. Still, he didn't want her to feel alienated from the conversation. Not that he'd felt anything of the sort; he was thinking too much.

"Ya know. A genius."

Charles: Charles gave a soft little snort and shook his head. "I know geniuses; I'm not one. I'm merely studious. I've spent more than half of my life in a classroom. More than that, I suppose, if you count being on the opposite side of things."

Lirim/Mason: "Just didn't wanna leave the classroom?"

Mason glanced back at that statement, expression well hidden behind his mask.

Charles: He gave a soft laugh, head tilting ever so slightly at his husband. "I suppose not."

Mason: "Why him?" Mason whispered to Bronwyn.

Bronwyn: “Why him what?” Bronwyn whispered back, snapping another picture of the children. “Also which him?”

Mason: "Your him. Why him as the father?"

Bronwyn: "The real question should be why me as the mother."

Mason: "Not even the fuckin' question. Of course you."

Bronwyn: "I was originally a surrogate, remember? He picked me."

Mason: A growl of response. He hadn't appreciated that, either, but such was in the past.

Bronwyn: Bronwyn nudged him. "Hey now, why the growlin'?"

Mason: "I don't like the idea of ya bein' used."

Bronwyn: “Mason.”

Mason: "I know."

Bronwyn: She squeezed his arm. "No one used me. I offered o' my own free will and I'd do it again."

Mason: "Does he remember the other one?"

Bronwyn: "We both do," she said softly. "And fuck him right to hell."

Mason: "The kid remembers the wolf?"

Bronwyn: “Oh, never mind I thought ye were talkin’ about Lirim.” She shook her head. “No, we don’t think so.”

Mason: "Has he asked why y'all don't have ears?"

Bronwyn: Another head shake. “No’ yet. He thinks ev’ryone has them.”

Mason: Mason looked back to Charles. With no expression to give with a mask, his arm opened, offering warmth instead.

Charles: Words weren't necessary, and in this instance facial expressions were superfluous as well. Charles understood the offer for what it was and hurried to accept, closing the distance between them more swiftly and pressing himself against his husband's side. There was no skin available to kiss, so he settled for grabbing the hand that wrapped around him.

"Looks like they're getting on well."

Bronwyn: Bronwyn couldn't help but smile at them. They looked so happy; she didn't need to be able to see Mason's expression to see that.

"Aren't they just? They're so sweet," she said, snapping another photo of the kids. "This is a good bondin' activity for them."

Lirim/Mason: "Really glad he's able to have this. Sooner rather than later he's going to be with more of his people. Just need to set a date."

"Away with the druids?" Mason's question directed to Bronwyn. Charles' hand given a squeeze.

Charles: "It is," he agreed, with a nod. "They ought to spend more time together. It'll be good for all of them."

Charles turned his attention toward Lirim, still keeping pace with his husband. "Oh?"

Bronwyn: She nodded. "Yes to both. No' away as in away, but away as in goin' across the pond to learn with some other wee Druids."

Lirim: "Not like there's an angel academy. I want him with his people. He just happens to have more than one set of people."

Charles: "That's wonderful. I'm sure he'll enjoy himself. You'll both be going with him?"

Bronwyn: "It'll definitely give us an excuse to drop in on my family in Scotland more often. My grandda Owen loves Lirim's art."

Lirim/Mason: "Definitely goin' with him. I wanna see everything."

"They aware of everything he is?" Mason asked.

Charles: "Mm. That'll be lovely for both of you." He glanced to his husband, though the face he loved was hidden by that mask. "We should visit Scotland, after the house is built."

Bronwyn: Bronwyn nodded. "Mostly, aye. They know he's a Druid and they also know he's no' only a Druid, but I figured it was best that they hear the specifics from both of us in person."

Mason: "Your gran'mama gonna be there?" Of all those in her family, that woman he could trust. He didn't think highly of the half-angel among them, but that little boy running about with his son was a part of Bronwyn. Under his gray wing of protection.

Charles: "Mm. Such conversations are best had face-to-face. I'm glad you'll be seeing your family, soon." He only wished he had more family for his own kids to know.

Bronwyn: Another nod. "Aye, she never misses a chance to see Aedan or Lirim. Always asks about ye," she added with a smile over at Mason.

"I am, too. I always enjoy visitin' home."

Lirim/Mason: Lirim simply listened. What he felt from Mason was palpable like a humid summer afternoon. Forced trust through others was never real trust. This they could both agree.

"Next time, call me," Mason said, adjusting the hard plastic mask. Too long since he'd laid eyes on the woman that harbored his secret.

Bronwyn: "Aye, I'll do that, and I'll also remind ye to get her some flowers for deprivin' her of yer company for so long."

Lirim/Mason: "She tell ya s'what she wanted?"

"I didn't know he'd met your family," Lirim laughed politely.

Mason quickly brushed his fingers over Charles and Bronwyn's arm, walking ahead to check on the children. Rory and Aedan standing still, negotiating over some undesirable candy.

Charles: Charles kept pace with the remaining adults, but his gaze did skate frequently toward the children.

Bronwyn: "Years ago," Bronwyn said with another nod, smiling after Mason. "Back before I adopted Lucien, when I was...goin' through a wee patch."

Lirim: Lirim cast her a quick look, one of mild confusion, before nodding. "Mm. Feels like yesterday we all met."

Charles: "Does it?" Charles laughed softly. "Feels like it's been a century. I suppose that happens when everything you think you know about the world gets turned on its head." It was as though he could divide his life into two clean hemispheres.

Bronwyn: "I'm with Lirim. It feels like Aedan was still a baby five seconds ago. Feels like I was meetin' Lirim ten seconds ago. Time is a right old bastard."

Lirim: "When I'm with y'all it goes by like that," he snapped his fingers. "When I'm alone time stands still. Great for paintin'," he chuckled.

Charles: Charles pulled Lirim into a brief half-hug. "We should do this more often. Not Halloween, obviously, but the rest."

Bronwyn: "The kids would love it if Halloween came more often," Bronwyn laughed. "But, aye, we should. It'll be good for them and good for us."

Lirim: Lirim was pleasantly caught off guard by the random bit of affection. His smile blossomed.

"Absolutely. I'd love to get some paint on both of ya."

Charles: He lifted an eyebrow, chuckling. "On? As in a living canvas? Or do you want to see me struggle to form a decent stick figure?"

Bronwyn: "I personally would love that."

Lirim: "Now I wanna see the stick figure, but I mean literally on ya."

Charles: "Trust me, you don't. But my skin is at your disposal, sir. I've never been painted on."

Lirim: "I dunno what's stopped me, but it won't stop me now."

Charles: "Good. I'm looking forward to it."

Bronwyn: "It's settled then. Lirim will paint ye and then ye can wow us with yer stick figure paintin'."

Lirim: "What'll ya be doin' while I'm paintin' and he's stick figurin'?"

Charles: "An excellent question. I don't want to be alone in my artistic pursuits."

Bronwyn: "Bakin' probably."

Lirim: "So we get the smell of fresh baked bread mixed with acrylic and oil? Tasty."

Charles: "Sounds like a party. I've never been able to resist baked goods."

Bronwyn: "I've been wantin' to make some potato bread. Found a recipe that looks promisin'."

Lirim: "I'm gonna end up usin' brown and yellow paint and forget everything else."

Charles: "I love potato bread. Now, I'm starving." He was going to have to enact a dad tax on those sweets. "Rory! Cee! Have you gotten any Paydays?"

Mason: Mason looked back, wriggling a small PayDay - all sweets were small these days, weren't they? - before tossing in Charles' direction.

Bronwyn: Bronwyn laughed. "I'd be curious to see what magic ye can create usin' only yellow and brown."

Charles: He made a valiant effort to catch the candy, but it tumbled out of his grasp. With a sigh, he bent to retrieve it. Still good. "Thanks, love."

Lirim/Mason: 'Ya didn't play catch as a child,' his husband guessed, smiling through his mask as he turned back to the children.

"Challenge accepted," Lirim grinned. His pride as an artist on the line, he must! Already had ideas.

Bronwyn: "Oh yay!" she chuckled. "I'm definitely makin' potato bread while ye paint in hopes that ye turn Charles into a really beautiful artistic potato."

Charles: 'I did not,' he confessed, popping the little candy into his mouth and tucking the wrapper into his pocket to dispose of, later. He flashed a quick smile. 'I was more of a tree-climbing, bug-catching boy.'

With a snort, he shook his head. "Oh, yes. I've always wanted to be a potato. Dreams do come true."

Lirim/Mason: 'Of course you were. For science.'

"Not a potato! Maybe a uh... maybe a glorious sunrise," Lirim smiled.

Bronwyn: She just could not stop laughing. The mental image she'd conjured of Charles painted like a potato was tickling her pink.

"Aye, that would be lovely. Really anything ye do will be lovely."

Charles: 'For science,' he chuckled at their private conversation.

Charles pressed a kiss to the side of her head. A potato, indeed. "Perhaps not the dream, but I'm willing to be a sunrise as well."

Lirim: "Could paint ya both. Sunrise and sunset. Maybe a full moon. Yellows, browns, blue, black and white..." Annnnd he was going off on his own tangent.

Bronwyn: "And I'm more than willin' to be a sunset. Go crazy, darlin', we'll be yer muses. Won't we, Charles?"

Charles: He nodded, thoughtful. "I've always wanted to be an artist's muse."

Lirim/Mason: "No one’s ever drawn ya? Written a poem? Love letter?"

Mason picked up the pace to his children.

Charles: Charles lifted his shoulder. He wasn't heartbroken. "I've received very touching text messages?"

Bronwyn: "With that face? I'm sure there have been people who've drawn ye and written ye letters, even if they never sent them."

Lirim: "I can see that. Takes guts to give that up. Easy to make em, though."

Charles: He gave a soft laugh. "It's a flattering thought. I suppose we'll never know."

Bronwyn: "Aye, it does. I remember writin' a few letters myself when I was young and shovin' them away in a drawer somewhere."

Lirim: "Still around, maybe? My Mema had this book, had all sorts of love letters - and break up letters - from history. Went back two hundred years, I think."

Charles: "Oh, that's fascinating! Your own little piece of history!" He was delighted.

Bronwyn: Bronwyn nodded. "Aye, they should still be in my old bedroom somewhere. My mama didn't really move anythin' around."

Her face lit. "That's lovely! Does she still collect them?"

Lirim: "Probably. Some of em got published in a book about the same thing. Y'all want a copy?"

Charles: "I'd love one!"

Bronwyn: "Absolutely, I would, too. And ye're both welcome to my letters if I ever find them."

Mason/Rory: The children kept their energy for only four blocks before becoming distracted with their sugary treasures, talking to each other, and complaining of the cold. Despite the chilly wind, Rory, for the first time, refused a piggy-back ride from his father. Not in front of company! But he would ask to make smores, and for hot chocolate with pumpkin marshmallows.

Charles: Charles gently tugged on one of Cynthia's braids, holding out a hand for Rory's empty wrappers. "Done with trick-or-treating already? We can head back, if you'd like. Or home?"

Bronwyn: "I'm with Rory, smores and hot chocolate sound really good right now."

Bronwyn bent to pin back Aedan's hair to keep it out of his eyes. The wind was wreaking havoc with those curls.

"What do ye want, lovey?"

Mason/Aedan/Cynthia/Rory: "Can I have hot chocolate?" Aedan looked to his mother hopefully.

Cynthia was ready for warmth; Rory was ready for a chocolaty feast, which also translated to home.

Mason turned his son around, patted his back. "March."

Charles: "Back it is, then." Charles would not raise protest. He was always ready for warmth, but more importantly, this evening was about the children. "Did you enjoy yourselves?"

Bronwyn: She smiled and nodded. "Aye, but ye have to promise me to drink all the tonic I make ye first, okay?" Being part werewolf, Aedan's sensitivity to chocolate was always something they had to be aware of. Luckily, it was mild enough that with the right magical precautions, it didn't hinder him from enjoying it completely.

"Did ye get a good candy haul?"

Lirim/Mason: Mason watched in mild amusement as the children spoke at once, bedding down the urge to correct what was quickly becoming rising voices as they compared candy and bargained chocolate versus everything else.

"Gimmie a Twix before ya give em all away, child," said Lirim.

Charles: Charles slipped his hand into his husband's, similarly allowing the children to enjoy themselves without scolding, on such an evening. "Are we going to the party, or turning in for the night? If not, I'll ring Ro and let her know."

Bronwyn: Bronwyn laughed at the chorus of excited voices. Oh yes, it had definitely been a good haul this year. "Aye, a Twix for daddy and a cherry Jolly Rancher for yer mama."

Lirim/Mason: "We'll go t'the Moon if ya want," Mason said. The mask was removed once reaching their street. Placed on Rory's head, grinning at his son's scowl.

Lirim unwrapped his candy and stuffed the wrapper in his pocket. A quick cheers with Bronwyn before popping the whole thing into his mouth.

Charles: That face! He turned to kiss it, briefly. "Oh, yes. A trip to the moon is definitely in order. Perhaps for Christmas."

He spotted the empty cauldron that told of their arrival and laughed. "Gone, already! I hope at least some of the little kids got candy." Charles had a bag stashed at Mason's, just in case they were around if trick-or-treaters dropped by.

Bronwyn: She cheers-ed Lirim back with her Jolly Rancher and took Aedan's hand, continuing to discuss his candy and how cherry was clearly the superior fruity candy flavor.

The empty cauldron had her grinning from ear to ear. "That didn't take long at all!" she chuckled. "If that James Dean kid took his chance, it'll be the only one he gets. Candy's bein' handed out personally now that we're back. But first, tonic and hot chocolate. Ev'ryone take yer wrappers to the trash."

Lirim/Mason: "Make yourselves at home," Lirim smiled, dropped his hat as soon as they were in the door. Easily made a mess again with a quick swipe of his hand. "Pretty much a mirror image, right?" More colorful than the sharp white and neutral palette next door.

Something paused Mason in the doorway.

"Gonna have'ta get rid of that," he hummed, "'less ya wanna take my head off."

Lirim seemed dumbfounded for a moment before it clicked, eyes widening. "Right. Two sec." The many wards placed by - no matter. He'd assumed they'd faded, and then forgotten them completely.

"Bronnie, ya remember which board it was?"

Charles: His eyebrows vanished behind chestnut fringe for a moment. "No, we can't have that. I do prefer you with your head attached, dearest." And he'd stick by his husband's side until the wards were lifted.

Bronwyn: Bronwyn had forgotten them as well, mostly because she'd placed so many of her own.

"It's the one with the scuff mark from my high heel. Three boards to the right o' the bookshelf."

Lirim: "Got it." He'd almost got up for the kitchen, for a butter knife, before remembering his own damn abilities and pulling up the board with gentle coaxing from his hovering hand.

"There it is," he sighed. An unassuming brown bag no bigger than his palm.

"Is this really a ward, or a charm? I forget the damn lingo."

Charles: Charles gave Mason's hand a gentle squeeze. "Head safe? And the rest of your bits?"

Bronwyn: "It's a hex bag, they can be multipurpose. Let's put it somewhere out o' the way for now. I'll dispose of it properly later."

Lirim/Mason: "I'll put in the backyard." Seemed far enough, since being in the floorboard hadn't taken the demon's head living one wall away.

The children had already taken to the kitchen. Mason could hear gasps. A moment later seeing a fluffy white cat flee upstairs in a panic.

He held his hand out. A lack of static as Lirim excused himself to the back door. Fucking angels.

"Head's safe," he confirmed, stepping inside.

Bronwyn: "Don't scare Pancakes, lovies!" Well, one of them would be receiving a swipe at the ankle at some point this evening. Pancakes would require some soothing.

"Aye, verra much so. Sit, sit. What would ye like, what can I get ye?"

Charles: "Remember how it was with Frankie, in the beginning," he called to his children. "Be patient and don't harass the cat!"

He shook his head, fond, and took the offered seat. "I'm quite all right, darling. Thank you."

Lirim/Mason/Aedan: Lirim was laughing at the sight of Jude. The patient older tabby, accepting his fate in Aedan's arms, carried about with dangling legs.

"Y'all gonna say no t'some wine? What about some," what the hell was this, "pumpkin liqueur? When'd I get this? Was this you?" he asked Bronwyn.

Mason stood beside Charles for a beat, hand firm on the back of his neck, massaging. He separated long enough to find the children.

Bronwyn: Bronwyn looked at the label on the bottle. "Oh! Aye, it was me. I wanted to make an adult pumpkin spice latte. It was bloody good too. I want to try it in pumpkin pie."

Charles: "I'll never say no to wine." A statement that was perhaps a little too true. "Or pie."

Lirim/Aedan: "I do have a chocolate... mud... pie... thing. S'got some cake crumbled on top like dirt and -"

"GUMMIES!" Aedan shouted. "Mama! Can I - Can we have some?"

Bronwyn: "Let me make yer tonic first, then ye can have some. It won't take long, promise." She didn't want an upset stomach ruining his Halloween.

Luckily, she kept all the ingredients on hand and was able to get it going fairly quickly. "Do ye want me to mix it in water or in juice?"

Charles: "Sounds interesting. I can't say I've ever tried that before." But chocolate was chocolate. He reached out for the minds of his family. Where had they gotten off to?

Mason/Aedan: "Apple juice, please." Better manners around company, Lirim noted to self. That was usually the case.

The children had surrounded the cat tower and released Jude, who took to cleaning himself just out of reach at the top. The children were bored within moments.

"Put y'all's candy on the table. We'll go through em," said Mason, casting a quick glance to Lirim. Chocolate pie and red wine. This was turning into an absolute gem of an evening, Lirim thought.

Bronwyn: "Okay, I'll mix it with apple." She kissed the top of his head and got a jar. Time was she would've gotten a bowl and whisked everything together but shaking it until it was mixed was easier. And faster.

Speed was of the essence today.

A few herbs, a few mysterious liquids, and a little magic later, Bronwyn was pouring her concoction into a cup of juice and handing it to Aedan. The tonic made it take on a curiously orange color but the taste wouldn't be altered too much. It would be as if some strong, unsweetened tea had been added to it.

Charles: Charles smirked, but left them to their piles of sweets. Lectures about cavities and thorough tooth-brushing could wait until bedtime. "Can I help with anything?" he asked their host.

Lirim: "If ya wanna help me cut up some pie?" offered between grunts of effort as he argued with a corkscrew and a rather large bottle of zinfandel. Last time he tried to pull a cork via telekinesis had resulted in both a broken cork and bottle. His patience was not made for such delicate work.

Charles: "I think I may be better suited to opening wine," he offered, laughing, and stood to lend a hand.

Lirim/Mason: "He has a gift," said Mason. "If there's alcohol, he can open it. No safe too secure, no lock too strong."

"In the case," Lirim offered the bottle. Corkscrew far too deeply embedded.

Bronwyn: Bronwyn left them to the wine while she got the hot chocolate going, keeping one eye on Aedan to make sure he drank all the juice.

"If that is indeed the case, then Charles, there's a bottle o' scotch in my pantry that seems to have been welded shut. Yer help would be appreciated."

Charles: "Hilarious." He fixed his husband with a very dry expression before turning his attention to the lodged corkscrew. "Goodness." It took a bit of coaxing, but Charles really was a magician of bottle-opening. With a triumphant grin, he set bottle and cork on the table a minute later. "I'd be happy to help, Bronwyn darling."

Lirim/Mason/Aedan: "Lucien been gone that long ya gettin' your whiskey stuck?" Lirim laughed. There were only two Fera in existence which didn't frighten him to his core. Lucien was family, as much as he had fought tooth and nail.

Aedan handed his cup to his father, ready for his hot chocolate.

Mason settled between his children at the glass table, stealing another PayDay for Charles, and a swirly lollipop to bite like a heathen for himself.

Bronwyn: "It hasn't been stuck as long as that," Bronwyn chuckled, putting all her tonic ingredients away. "I was makin' somethin' with it and I'm pretty sure some caramel got stuck in the threads o' the bottle that I forgot to wipe off." That was her theory anyway.

Charles: He had to wince. Could a demon chip a tooth? He didn't know, but it just wasn't right. 'Heinous.' He smirked at his husband before plucking the candy from his hand. "Thank you." He fiddled with the wrapper.

"Bit of warm water should do the trick, then," he said to Bronwyn. "At least, that's how I get syrup bottles open." He thought idly of how perfect a stack of pancakes would be.

Lirim/Mason: Lirim glanced Charles' way, wondering what it was he was borderline yearning for. Maybe he didn't want to know. Sexual desire seemed to just exude from the two of them. Inspiring, but he was grateful to not be telepathic.

Mason watched his husband with challenging eyes, taking another slow performative bite.

'Should see me with jawbreakers.'

"Ffffriggin' hungry," Lirim sighed, catching that particular word split second. "Who wanted pie?" A few small plates had been filled. Ones for the children half size.

Bronwyn: Bronwyn grinned at Lirim. Nice save, she mouthed to him.

"I'm pretty sure we all wanted pie. I definitely do, and that hot chocolate. Is there such a thing as too much chocolate in one sittin'?" Probably, but it was Halloween! It was a day for treats.

Speaking of.

"I need to go refill the cauldron for any more kids we get."

Charles: 'You're a madman.' He shuddered at the very thought, but the lightning flash of a grin gave away his amusement. He popped the little candy into his mouth and bent to give his husband the briefest of kisses. They were guests, after all. Manners make the man.

"Not in my opinion, but I'm hardly an authority. I can fill it, if you'd like. Or start on the hot chocolate?"

Lirim/Mason: "You'll have chocolate every day, but hell hath no fury if it's spicy."

Lirim looked up at the couple, impatiently chewing and swallowing before speaking. "For serious? What about a chocolate martini? Or a mudslide?"

Bronwyn: "No no, it's fine. I'll get the candy."

She went to get the bag, only to poke her head back in a few seconds later. "Are chocolate martinis bein' made? If so I want one!"

Charles: His nose wrinkled in undisguised distaste. "Of course not. Spicy chocolate is an abomination." Charles lifted a shoulder. "I don't mind a splash of bourbon in my hot chocolate."

Bronwyn: "What's this spicy chocolate ye keep mentionin'?" Bronwyn asked the room at large. "Spicy like chilies or spiced like mulled wine?"

Lirim/Mason/Rory: "I mean I want chile-chocolate melted n'put in my mouth," said Mason. "With cinnamon."

Rory's eyes lit up. That was exactly what he wanted.

"I got a habanero in the fridge?"

Charles: Ugh. Corrupting the children. "I'll settle for whipped cream, if you have it."

Bronwyn: "There's a sweet shop near my store that has all kinds of chocolate. I'll bet they have chile chocolate."

Lirim/Mason: "Still open?" Another PayDay was swiped from the pile, now divided into three among the children. Cynthia had traded most chocolate for bubble gum.

"That pastry shop?" Lirim asked. "Oh! I got uh, Cool Whip?"

Charles: "That'll do," he nodded. All this talk of peppers had him needing a balm.

Bronwyn: "No, no' that one, although I have been meanin' to go into that pastry shop. The sweets shop is in the opposite direction, next to that maternity store I shopped at when I was pregnant with Aedan."

Lirim/Mason: Oh fuck, the memories. Both Lirim and Mason were staring, and both looked away almost simultaneously.

"Hot chocolate with cinnamon, then. Chocolate dipped peppers when home." To the delight of their son.

Plates were each given forks, and a cabinet opened of its own accord, so it seemed. A pot floating to the stove.

Charles: Charles lifted an eyebrow at that little exchange but said nothing. He finally claimed a seat and a plate to go along with it.

Bronwyn: Bronwyn noticed it as well, and though she had a clue as to the cause, she filed it away to ask later.

And there was the doorbell.

"Candy time!" Off she went to hand out treats.

Lirim/Aedan: Aedan ran off to help his mama, and Lirim only glanced over his shoulder before looking back at the cocoa powder, milk, and small jar of cinnamon. As though he'd never made this before in his life.

"Thinkin' hot chocolate and a chocolate martini."

Charles: "Do--" He chewed and swallowed a mouthful of pie before making another attempt. "Do you need a hand?"

Lirim/Mason: Lirim slowly looked back with apologetic eyes. "Aedan drinks Ghirardelli with peppermint because God only knows why. I dunno how to do it up fancy."

Bronwyn: "He knows it's the superior combination," Bronwyn said as she returned with Aedan in tow. "Don't ye, lovely? Chocolate and peppermint all the way."

Charles: Charles stood, pushing his plate closer to his family in case any of them wanted to finish his barely-touched dessert. "It's hot chocolate, my friend. It hardly needs to be fancy." He took a place beside his host at the stove. He was no cook, but warm drinks were a skill he'd mastered. Enough milk for everyone was tipped into the saucepan to heat.

Lirim/Mason: Peppermint? Rory was making a face. One Aedan had made at the idea of spicy chocolate. Mason was smiling at Bronwyn.

"I don't do fancy, but I didn't figure y'all'd want the Aedan special," Lirim chuckled.

Bronwyn: Bronwyn just chuckled, returning Mason's smile as she bent to kiss his head.

"One of us wants the Aedan special," she said, taking a seat at the table. She'd probably end up standing to get the door many many times before the night was out but in between she wanted all the time she could get with everyone.

Charles: "Oh, well, no peppermint for me, thanks. I'm a cocoa purist." He leaned against the counter while he waited for the milk to heat.

Lirim: "Purists go first, then." He looked around the room. At this blend of two families. He never would have imagined something like this years ago. Couldn't even imagine his son. Sometimes he still couldn't get over it.

"Happy Halloween, y'all."

Bronwyn: Bronwyn caught Lirim looking around and smiled. She wondered what was going through his head but judging from his expression, it was only lovely things. As it should be at moments like this one.

"Happy Halloween indeed!" she said brightly as the doorbell summoned her once more.

Charles: "Fair enough." He lifted his head in the following silence. Charles, too, was curious, but not enough to go digging. His mouth curled into a smile and he nodded. "Hear, hear!"

[snarkwriteswrasslin]

FFT: follow me; baron corbin

Notes:

So this one was sent on my main by @rampagewriting​ and at first, this idea to write reclusive!alpha biker Baron came. And then it took kind of a little red riding hood turn? I liked it, so here it is. And yeah.. more than likely, I’m going to actually visit this idea at some point.

Summary:

Claudia is lost in the forest after following a scent. That scent lead her to a sprained ankle and along came her true mate, Baron Corbin.. A reclusive biker who lives in a cabin nearby and for days, had been prowling the woods in his animal form. Baron takes her back to his place and nurses her injury.

Warning:

uhh... cranky reclusive werewolf biker man? fluffy banter?

Pairing:

Baron Corbin x OFC, Claudia

“Follow me, they said. It’ll be fun, they said. Now it’s dark and cold and I’m lost in the fucking forest in the middle of nowhere. Fuckers.” as she said it, she heard a twig pop nearby. Tensing all over, she froze in the clearing, turning every which way.

“Okay, look. This was cute five minutes ago. It’s not cute anymore!” Claudia paced the forest, eyes darting around at every little sound. A few seconds passed and she decided to try again.

“You can all come out now, this isn’t funny. You know I hate the dark..and being cold… and the woods… Anyone? Okay, you got me.”

Nothing. Not even a bird’s call. Not even a breeze. And then quietly, another twig popped. Claudia tensed and caught her breath, turning in the direction she thought she’d heard the quiet noise in.

Nothing.

“Assholes.” Claudia started to walk in what she thought was the direction she’d come in and just as she took a fourth step, she heard the snap of a twig, closer this time. Claudia froze and after a second or two of mental preparation, she slowly turned around.

The wolf stood there, eyes fixed on her intently, it’s head tilted. It gave the wolf a curious expression, almost as if it were trying to figure out just what the hell she was even doing there. Claudia took a step back carefully and the heel of her boot caught on a rock. She landed on her ass in the dirt and she hissed as she felt her ankle starting to throb and a dull pain shoot through her calf. She made an attempt to stand, but that dull throb only worsened and she sank back down, swearing to herself.

The wolf stepped closer and she tried to scoot away. The wolf seemed to pick up on her fear and it settled on it’s hind end, watching her with that same curious expression. Claudia glanced towards the animal and bit her lip, speaking up. “P-please… Just don’t eat me. I can almost one hundred percent promise you that I won’t taste good. Not even a little bit. Shoo!”

The wolf continued to sit, whining quietly, despite her trying to shoo it away.

And then, it happened.. The voice was deep and quiet, almost soothing in a way, despite it’s definite rough and growly tone… But she heard it, plain as someone had been speaking to her aloud.

… Close your eyes…

She raised a brow, studying the wolf intently. She wasn’t even sure exactly why she thought the wolf was the source of the voice, but deep down, she just knew somehow. “No, there’s no way. You’re just scared, you probably imagined it.”

She gave a nervous laugh, because who does that, sitting in the forest at night alone and injured… and talking to themselves.

… apparently, i do…

She felt this heavy and slow burning heat settling into the pit of her stomach, which did nothing to help it’s nervous churning. Her skin felt tighter.

As a result, she wound up tugging off the leather jacket she was wearing as she had the passing thought that it wasn’t really that warm to begin with. She hissed as the chilly night air hit her bare arms and she eyed the wolf who hadn’t moved. It stared right back at her, ears perked, head tilting ever so slightly as it whined.

… will ya stop being stubborn? Do what I ask…

She wasn’t sure why she chose to do it, but she found herself closing her eyes and answering the command mentally,  “ my eyes are closed. Just… don’t… like… eat me.”

… if i were gonna eat you, I’d have done it an hour ago when I first caught your scent…don’t open your eyes… otherwise, this is gonna get even weirder…

‘ weirder than me… doing this… lost and alone and hurt in the woods at night?’

The snort from nearby had Claudia peeking through mostly closed eyes. The wolf had apparently made the noise, almost as if it were agreeing with her. She grumbled and raised her hands, using them to cover her eyes. “Better?”

… yeah, for now… I’m gonna need you not to scream too… when you uncover your eyes…

Claudia counted to 3 slowly and then she started to lower her hands cautiously. The wolf was gone and a massive man stood there in it’s place, his leather vest and second skin jeans making him seem as if he stepped off the cover of one of her stupid books that she’d left back at the cabin.

“I…who are you? What happened to the wolf?”

“You ask too many questions.” the man stepped closer in one easy stride, bending and picking her up bridal style. Claudia wiped at her mouth, the scent of him was strong and enveloped her. She remembered an earlier stop on the trail, when she’d gotten too hot and she’d had to sit down and catch her breath.. She smelled the same smell on the wind then and secretly, she’d spent the remainder of the hike trying to catch it again, wondering what it was.

The thought prompted her next question.

“Were you… following me and my friends earlier?”

“You can say that, kinda.” the man started to walk towards a grouping of trees, carrying her. He grunted to himself when she mumbled something about this having been one hell of a weird camping trip so far before falling silent, her head against his neck and shoulder until she raised it to ask one more question.

“What’s your.. Name? I mean, if you’re gonna take me god knows where…”

“To my cabin, but continue..”

“I just.. I wanna know your name. Mine is Claudia.”

“Claudia.” the man repeated, and something about the way he said it sent a fluttery sensation right to the pit of her stomach. His mouth turned upward in a smirk and after a few more seconds of walking, he answered quietly, “Name’s Baron. I live out here.”

“Baron.. So.. do you do this often?”

“Never, actually. Figured there’s a first time for everything though.” Baron stepped through the treeline and Claudia eyed the cabin and then him, a brow raised.

“You live here?”

“It’s quiet.”

“Mhmm..”

He carried her up the steps and stopped at the door, throwing it open. A Great Dane ran past, heading for the trees before bolting back to him. “Hey, whoa.. Down X. We gotta get our guest inside.”

“I’m… fine.. I can.. try to text my friends, something. I don’t wanna be in your way.”

“You’re not. And you’re not goin anywhere until I get a look at your ankle.” Baron answered as he put her onto a black leather couch and walked into the next room, emerging a minute or two later with a beer and a box.

He sat on the table in front of her, picking up her boot clad foot and putting it on his thigh, loosening the laces and hissing at the sight of swollen ankle as he gingerly tugged at the boot to pull it off. It hit the floor with a quiet thud and Claudia managed to mumble, “Thanks.. For bringing me back here.. I mean, if you’re not gonna kill me or whatever.”

Baron snorted, stopping short to stare at her a few seconds. “ That’s cute.”

“Well, I mean.. you never know?”

“If I were gonna kill you, I’d have just done it.. back there… When I was the wolf.”

Claudia blinked and stammered. “You.. You were… Wait, what?”

“I was the wolf you saw.. I’m the wolf you’ve been hearing at night..” Baron stated as his gaze shifted back down to her ankle and he shook his head. “It’s sprained.”

“That’s obvious.”

Baron met her gaze and bit his lip, leaning in. His hand raised and Claudia stared intently, following it’s path as he reached out and smoothed his hand over her hair, coming away with a twig. She got the distinct feeling that there was something he wasn’t saying, and that it was something huge, but for the moment, she was more or less focusing on the dull throbbing pain in her ankle.

And, of course, the way it somehow managed to spread upward, making her cunt throb too. Baron gave an amused smirk as he chuckled quietly.

… ya know I can kinda sense what mood you’re in, right?… my, my, my… what a dirty little mind you’ve got there…

When he did it again, Claudia gave him a dirty look and took a deep breath.

“How are you doing that?”

“ ‘t’s part of what I am.. The animal, I mean.” his tone was lazy and he reached down, picking up the beer and taking a long sip. Despite herself, Claudia’s eyes were drawn to his neck… To his mouth and the way his swallowing the beer called attention to his lips.

“If ya wanna kiss me, darlin… all you gotta do is do it.”

[junionigiri]

Work In Progress [BNHA] [Preview of Chapter 1!]

Rating: T for strong language (since Bakugou is in it )

Summary: For the year’s Interscholastic Fantasy Festival, Class 2A is working on a musical! The reluctant Bakugou is assigned to work on the script with Uraraka, who proves to be a more eccentric writer than he thought.

Relationship: Kacchako <3

Notes/Warnings: This is a preview of a part of chapter 1. Since there’s the main story and the story within the story, the chapters are pretty darn long. I’ll start publishing the chapters in full once I’m five chapters in ^^’ Apart from Bakugou’s language and liberal 4th wall breaks I don’t think there’s anything to worry about in this fic~

Bakugou seriously did not want to work on Uraraka’s dumbass script. It’s not that he was bad at writing--in fact, beyond his good grades, he knew he was pretty good at it. Principal Nezu had personally informed him that the essay he submitted on “Why I Want To Be A Hero” was one of the most well-composed ones he’s ever read.

It’s just that Bakugou hated fantasy. And hated fiction-writing (because fiction was not real, therefore it was a waste of his fuckin’ time).

Most of all though, he hated having to work with other people to achieve any kind of common goal. Look at his damn stats for cooperativeness in the character book and anyone with half a brain would get it. And to cooperate for a stupid ass waste of time like the Fantasy Festival? Who the hell thought up of the stupid Fantasy Festival anyway?! Weren’t there more important things in society to worry about?

And the fact that he was working with Uraraka fuckin’ Ochako was in itself pretty aggravating. It’s not that he hated her--in fact, she was one of the few to earn Bakugou’s (grudging) respect, since their infamous Sports Festival encounter when they were first years.

However, since their encounter at the festival, Uraraka learned not to be the tiniest bit afraid of him anymore. He knew that this girl wouldn’t be the type to just shut up and do what he tells her to, and he really didn’t feel like making such an effort just to write a stupid play.

But now that he knew that fuckin’ All Might was counting on him to write the script, well… he couldn’t get out of it now, could he? Bakugou was many things, but a disappointment to All Might, he’d rather not be.

So that was how he found himself stomping his way away from the common areas to his room, with Uraraka bouncing right behind him. They were going to sit down there to look over her draft, but it was overrun by the costumes, set-design, and props people with all their shit.

“Why your room?” Uraraka said, huffing as she struggled to keep up with Bakugou’s pace. “I don’t think girls are allowed there…”

“Let ‘em try to kick you out, Round-Face,” he growled as he tapped on the elevator button impatiently.

“If you say so, Explodey-face,” she teased, earning her a growl which was received with a giggle. This was what Bakugou was talking about. This damn girl knew no fear.

They eventually made it to his room, with Bakugou stomping the entire way and Uraraka skipping like an oblivious little red riding hood romping through the forest with a picnic basket, the purest picture of ignorance and innocence, unwitting of the ravenous wolf who lurked in the foreboding shadows of the dark, nightmarish wood.

Ugh. Really, Bakugou? Already gearing yourself up to write this fuckin’ fantasy shit? You guys haven’t even sat down yet. Don’t be too fuckin’ eager. 

“Uwaa, your room’s amazing, Bakugou! I didn’t think it would be so neat and sparkly~”

Much to his annoyance, Little Pink Riding Cheeks was already making herself right at home next to his desk. He felt a vein or two pop over his forehead, like in animes if they were in an anime. “Why the fuck wouldn’t it be neat and sparkly?! You expect a guy like me to just live in a dump?!”

“I’m just sayin’, I wish my room was as neat. I knew you were great at lots of things, but even cleaning?” she said wistfully. “Hey, I have an idea! Next time, let’s go to my room, and--”

“I ain’t helping you clean your damn room, Round-Face.”

She pouted and innocently twiddled her thumbs. “I -wasn’t- going to say that, but, you know, now that you mentioned it…”

He grit his teeth so loudly Uraraka gasped and asked him if his teeth were okay. “Let’s just…!!! Get this fuckin’ script over and done with already!”

“Eh, fine, fine. Sorry for teasin’ ya! Watch yer blood pressure, a’ight?” She reached over to open her bag and pulled out a messy folder that was crumpled, filled to its limit with papers with tags pointing in all directions. A post-it with a messy scrawl on it flew out as she pulled out the mess. “So, this is what we’re gonna be workin’ on!”

“What the fuck is that mess? Did you fuckin’ sit on it and flush it down the toilet and set it on fire?”

“How rude!” Uraraka puffed her cheeks. “I only sat on it once! On accident! And I don’t bring homework to the toilet! That’s just unladylike.” She opened up the folder and revealed a disorganized array of handwritten scripts scrawled on legal pad, post-its, sketches, more post-its, reference photos of their classmates with post-its on them, receipts, a grocery list, and a few folded-up paper bags from Tokyu Hands.

Bakugou’s fingers itched. He spent so much energy restraining himself from fixing the mess that was now taking over his desk that he barely heard Uraraka’s spiel.

“So, in the meeting which you missed, we drew lots. Everyone’s working on the production and stuff but all of us will be acting in the play too. Some of us bit parts and stuff, but yeah. I asked everyone what they wanted their roles to be. Based on those ideas, I sketched out my ideas on what their characters would be.”

She pulled out the sketches, and Bakugou had to admit, they weren’t badly done. He would go so far as to say that she might have a talent in drawing. They were scratchy and messy, but Uraraka seemed to place great care in drawing out the likeness of each classmate, and the details of each character and costume and even background information were at least 70% fleshed out for each of them.

“So based on the lottery, Deku-kun’s the lead character. You, me, Tsuyu-chan, and Todoroki-kun are gettin’ large roles, plus we gotta pay attention to All-Might-sensei’s important cameo. We’re gonna write the story based on all of this! And, if we want to allot time for practice and stuff, we have to finish most of the script in a week!”

“The f-- I’m gettin’ a large role too?! Nobody said that!”

“It ain’t my fault you weren’t at the meeting, Bakugou-kun.”

The blonde boy scowled as he went through the sketches. The fucking nerd Deku’s role was that of a ‘Squire’ (but his costume made him look like a fucking hobbit). Uraraka had a hood (fuckin’ coincidence from his red riding hood fantasy earlier) and a staff, and she was a ‘Mage’. Frog was a froggy lookin’ barmaid. IcyHot was a Prince (probably of the Land of Half and Halfs where people were always shitty and constipated). All Might was a Legendary Knight in exile (also fitting, in a morbid sort of way).

And Bakugou was… a Bard. His sketch had him wear fuckin’ poofy pants and a stupid fuckin’ hat with a feather on it and a stupid shitty tiny harp that the chubby babies in those old fuckin’ European paintings had. He all but made the paper disappear from a blast from his fist. “Oi, Roundface. Who’s the fucker I gotta kill besides you for giving me this pansy-ass role?!”

“Hey, it’s your fault. You weren’t there yesterday.” Uraraka repeated, not even the least bit apologetic. “And that thing you destroyed was a brilliant joint effort between me, Kirishima-kun and Kaminari-kun. Nice goin’, Explodey-face.”

“Fuck y’all! I’ll kill those idiots!” He shredded the paper further. “Gimme that pencil!” Within seconds, he sketched out something different, muttering expletives the entire time. After he was done, he dumped the pencil on the desk, almost breaking it into tiny little pieces.

Uraraka gasped. “Wow, Bakugou! That’s really impressive! A Dragon Tamer, huh?” She traced his sketch with one finger, which showed him with a fur cape, tattoos, a necklace made of the fuckin’ skulls and teeth of his enemies, pants and boots, and lots of fire blazing in the background for extra badassery. She grinned at him teasingly. “So you have been thinkin’ about this so-called fantasy shit too!”

“Fuck you,” he said, shoving her in the face unceremoniously. “Now I know that I gotta change that fuckin’ script of yours. Let’s just get this fuckin’ shit over with.”

“Okay…” Uraraka pulled out the legal pads, but shielded them from Bakugou. “Um. Just so you know, Bakugou, these are really, really, rough drafts, okay?”

His jaw jutted out in annoyance. “The fuck you mean by rough drafts. I thought I was just gonna edit your shit.”

She gave him a ridiculous look. “Well, you are. But also, I started workin’ on this just a week ago sooooo you gotta help me finish like a teeny bit of it.”

“How fuckin’ teeny do you mean.”

“Um. Like. 50% of it, mmmaybe…?”

Bakugou could almost see the smoke coming out of his own fuckin’ nostrils.

“Anyway, that’s exactly why we can’t waste anymore time, right?” said Uraraka, a positive beam glowing out of both ears. “And don’t you worry! The story’s practically finished in my head!”

There’s probably nothing in there but a single light bulb struggling to survive, thought Bakugou in annoyance. He put his palm to his face and tried his hardest not to yell at her. “Fine, Uraraka. Let’s just fuckin’ start already. No matter what, I’m kickin’ you out of my room by 10 PM.”

“Okay! Glad ya see it my way, Bakugou-kun!” She smiled and pulled out the first page of the script, which read:

*

 - Deku and the Final Fantastic Lord of the School of Wizardry!: The Legend of the Airbender’s Song of Ice and Fire -

(A Work in Progress)

Act One, Scene One: In Which Deku-kun Leaves His House and Adventure Begins

Written by: Uraraka Ochako

 *

“The fuck? Are you trying to outdo Class B’s lameass play from the last year’s cultural festival, Round-face?”

 “It’s a work in progress! We can edit it out later.” Uraraka said as she scribbled Explodey McSplodeface next to her name on the by-line.

[emphasis-all-mine]

Another Paper Skin snippet

Hello I’m drunk. Have another Paper Skin 9 preview. Everything and anything is subject to change in the final. Ask me questions if you want stupid drunk answer time :D

Get in loser, we're going shopping.

Keith frowns at the text from Pidge, he shifts in Lance's embrace to poke him awake.

"Mmnshnp," Lance mumbles, one eye opening carefully and wincing at the glow from Keith's cellphone screen. "Whuh-huh?"

"Translation?" Keith asks.

Lance opens both eyes and gently pushes the screen away from his face. "It's a quote from Mean Girls. Good movie. Text her back the phrase 'Boo, you whore', she'll love it," Lance says.

Keith does so, and his phone vibrates as Pidge texts him repeatedly in a garbled code of some sort. Random letters and occasionally numbers and exclamation points. He shows it to Lance. "Is her phone broken?"

Lance laughs quietly. "Nah, she's good. Are you goin' shopping with Pidge?" he asks.

"Allura's doing last-minute Halloween prep and they told me I have to go," Keith pouts. "She's still trying to convince me to join her group costume and Pidge said she has a plan, I don't trust them to not buy something ridiculous and expensive and guilt me into wearing it so I  figured I should veto it in person."

Lance snorts. "Allura's not gonna be happy until she's got all of her Sailor Scouts, is she? Lucky me, I've got the excuse of taking the twins out trick-or-treating with Hunk before work."

Keith gets another text from Pidge. It's a photo that makes his eyes bulge. "Take me with you?" he whines and snuggles in closer to Lance.

"Sure! Hunk's little sisters are a blast, they'll love you. You're still gonna need a costume," Lance hums. "Wait'll you see what they've got Hunk as."

"What are you wearing?"

"My traditional 'I'm too lazy to figure something out so I'm ripping up an old flannel and wolfing-out halfway'-costume."

Keith raises an eyebrow. "You're going as a werewolf?"

Lance puts a finger to his lips. "Shh, don't tell," he smiles and runs his fingers through Keith's hair. "I betcha you could just pick out a black cape and do a pretty convincing vampire."

Keith laughs. Pidge texts his phone again, this time with an even more suggestive and uncomfortable looking costume. "Ugh, I should go," Keith sighs, dropping his phone down on the bed and sitting up to put on his jeans and pullover.

"Whoa," Lance says, flipping through the messages.

"Yeah, she keeps sending me pictures of busty women in poofy red dresses and red capes. It's weird and annoying."

"Keith, these are Little Red Riding Hood costumes."

Keith looks at Lance blankly.

Lance sighs and sits up and repeats himself, enunciating each word carefully. "Little. Red. Riding. Hood. You get me?"

"... You're saying that like it means something but I don't understand the reference."

"Oh my friggin'–seriously?!"

Keith shrugs.

Lance types something into his phone and hands it back. "Okay I just googled this, please read the Wikipedia article and at least one of the 500 public domain versions of the story?"

"Are you upset?"

"Only at the cave or whatever you grew up in where you were deprived of fairytales and a childhood," Lance grumbles, crossing his arms, and then sighing at Keith's hurt expression.

"I'm sorry, that wasn't an okay thing to say. I'm not trying to be short with you, the new moon is coming and things get weird."

"Weird how?"

"Weird like I can't transform and I get really weak and sleepy."

"You can't transform? Not even partway?" Lance shakes his head.

"Not even a claw or fang could I bare if I tried. Makes me feel vulnerable, sorry if I got snippy."

Keith shrugs. "You're not as bad as you think you are, wolfy," Keith finishes lacing up his boots and leans in to take his phone back and kiss Lance's cheek.

"Hey," Lance says when Keith's just at the door, "if anything, I think you'd make a cute Little Red. Poofy dress and thigh-highs or not. Either way, I'd be your Big Bad," he winks.

[real-life-pine-tree]

Little Red Riding Hood: a PredatorRivals Fairytale

Based on the Fairytale AU by @justanotherotakuandartist.

Once upon a time, in the kingdom of Akademia, there lived an orphaned girl named Celina. She longed to be a strong wizard in the eyes of the Great King, so she spent her whole life harnessing her magical powers in the form of summoning and basic spells. But it wasn’t easy for her, for she had a natural ability.

Celina could harness the power of moonlight through dance. She initially couldn’t master it, so she seeked help from Headmaster Crowler, a skilled wizard with questionable methods. Thanks to his teachings, Celina was able to summon creatures that she called ‘Lunalights’ using moonlight as a power source.

But sadly, it seemed that the Great King had other plans for Celina. There were Wanted posters of her face all over the kingdom, so she had to keep a low profile. Headmaster Crowler, who had become her surrogate father, helped her with this by giving her a blue hooded cloak, which she always wore. So aside from hiding her face, things were alright for the young orphaned girl.

One day, after another day of magic school, when the other students were heading home, Headmaster Crowler wished to speak to Celina in private. “What is it?” the orphaned girl asked.

Headmaster Crowler gave Celina a basket of herbs. “I want you to visit Belowski,” he instructed.

“Belowski?” Celina asked. “Is he alright?”

Belowski was a frail young wizard who excelled in sleeping spells. Due to his magic being too powerful, he was escorted to a magical sanctuary hidden deep within the forest. Headmaster Crowler had entrusted Celina with this secret, for the Great King could try to use Belowski as a living weapon.

“I fear that he is terribly ill,” Headmaster Crowler explained. “Use these herbs to create medicine for him. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Headmaster Crowler,” Celina replied, nodding in understanding.

With her blue cloak on, Celina proceeded to head into the forest. But as she walked, she noticed that there was something strange with the plants. They looked rather vicious, which was strange since plants never showed emotion.

Suddenly, Celina was greeted by a young boy dressed in indigo clothing with a red cape that made him look regal. The boy also had purple and pink hair that vaguely resembled cabbage. “Hello Miss Celina,” the boy said, speaking in a rather flamboyant tone.

“Who are you?” Celina asked, immediately not trusting this boy.

“There is no need for alarm,” the boy said, approaching her and gently grabbing her hand. “I am Yuri, resident beastmaster and the Great King’s top guard.” He proceeded to kiss the back of Celina’s hand, but she pulled back in disgust.

“As if I would trust anyone who works for the Great King!” Celina exclaimed.

Yuri chuckled. “I was hoping you would say that,” he said. “I do prefer the hard way.” Suddenly, the plants came to life and approached him. “My army of Predaplants is going to enjoy this.” He clasped his hands together, causing two of his plants to merge into a monstrous-looking flower. “I have my Chimerafflesia. Now let’s see what your creature is.”

Celina closed her eyes and started dancing, lightly taping the ground with her feet and occasionally clapping. “You silly girl,” Yuri said. “The Great King informed me that you harness the power of moonlight to summon your creatures, but there is no sign of the moon.”

“You’re wrong,” Celina said as she danced. “The moon is always in the sky, even during the daytime. So my powers still work!” Using the power of moonlight, she summoned the Lunalights Blue Cat and White Rabbit, then she merged them together to form her strongest creature: Cat Dancer. With that done, the orphaned girl opened her eyes, which had become pale pink with slitted pupils.

Yuri chuckled. “That’s your best creature?” he asked. “That pesky kitten is weaker than my Chimerafflesia.”

Suddenly, Celina and Cat Dancer lifted their right arms in perfect sync. “I don’t rely on strength,” the orphaned girl said. “I have learned to merge my spirit with Cat Dancer. I see what she sees and I control her with my movement. And I shall use the mystical power of the moon to increase her attack.”

A pale blue aura appeared around Cat Dancer, enhancing her strength. Then, with Celina controlling her, the feline humanoid leapt over to Chimerafflesia and attacked it with multiple slashes. “My, what amazing power you have,” Yuri commented.

Celina made Cat Dancer bow before the feline vanished. “All the better to beat you up the next time I see you,” the orphan girl said, her eyes changing back to normal.

With that out of the way, Celina continued on her way to Belowski’s home. Once she arrived at a specially-marked tree, she channeled the essence of her magic to open a hidden door, allowing her to enter the home.

The magical sanctuary resembled a tropical island that included a wooden shack. Celina approached the shack and knocked on the door. “Belowski?” she asked. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” a voice from inside the shack replied. “Come in.”

But Celina didn’t enter the shack. She knew Belowski didn’t talk like that. “I know you can still walk,” she said.

“Yeah, but I’m too tired to get up,” the voice said.

“Alright,” Celina said. She carefully opened the shack’s door, seeing a figure inside Belowski’s bed. Narrowing her eyes, the orphaned girl approached the bed. She could hear unusual breathing from underneath the bedsheets, an indication that something is very off…

“You’re not Belowski,” Celina stated.

“Okay, fine. You got me.”

To Celina’s surprise, a boy with light blue hair dressed in blue and black clothing left the closet. “Who are you?!” she angrily asked.

“I’m Sora Perse,” the boy answered. He snapped his fingers, causing a mutated stuffed wolf to pop up from the bed. “And that’s my Frightfur Wolf.”

“Where’s Belowski?!” Celina demanded.

“Relax, Miss Celina. Nothing bad has happened to him…yet.”

Two people entered the shack. One of them was Yuri and the other one as a red-haired young man dressed in orange and pale blue clothing, who was holding onto a boy Celina actually did recognize.

“Belowski!” Celina exclaimed.

“Celina?” Belowski asked, speaking in a relaxed tone. “What’s goin’ on? Did the man find out ‘bout me? I thought you and Headmaster C. wouldn’t tell anymore.”

“Please trust me,” Celina told her friend. “Headmaster Crowler and I have kept your presence a secret.”

“Until now,” the unknown young man said.

“Oh, hush, Dennis,” Yuri said. He looked over at Celina. “The Great King wished for me to escort you to the castle. But if you do not corporate, something very unfortunate could happen to your friend. Now, what was that about the Great King finding out about him?”

“Don’t you dare!” Celina demanded. “He was brought here for the good of the kingdom!”

“You don’t say,” Yuri said. “Is this because of this rumored power he has? Something that the Great King could use to maintain peace throughout the land?”

But before Celina could respond, Sora let out a yawn. “What is it?” Yuri asked the blue-haired boy through gritted teeth.

“Oh, nothing much,” Sora replied. “Just wondering why the Great King needs Celina, or any of the other maidens from the neighboring kingdoms.”

“Others?” Celina asked.

“Yeah, three other maidens,” Sora casually answered. “And each of them have great powers kind of like what you have. The Great King doesn’t want to kill you four, but he refuses to explain his methods on why he wants you.”

“Sora, I don’t think now is the time to explain the Great King’s motives,” Yuri said, getting impatient.

“Why not?” Sora asked. “Celina should at least know what’s going on. Plus it sounds rather suspicious that the Great King also wants other maidens with similar powers. In fact, I’m…running out of things to say. Are you done handling the other royal guards?”

Suddenly, two ninjas, one dressed in red and one dressed in blue, appeared from nowhere and stood next to Sora. “Sora, what is going on?!” Yuri angrily asked.

“Oh, these two guys?” Sora innocently asked. “This is Moon Shadow and Sun Shadow, two brothers from an Asian wizards school who agreed to team up with me.”

“Moon Sha-” Yuri began, but he clenched his fists and paused to regain his composure. “The Great King did not mention foreign allies.”

“That’s because they work for me.”

Yuri turned around, only to see a grey-haired young man dressed in navy blue and tan with a red cape and a single monocle on his left eye.

Dennis gasped. “Prince Declan Akaba!” he exclaimed, bowing slightly. “Forgive me for the confusion. We did not know you provided assistance to Sora.”

“You’re wrong, Dennis,” Yuri said, glaring at the prince. “If you were paying attention to the Great King’s orders, you would know that Declan is our enemy.”

“Then we must retreat,” Dennis said, letting go of Belowski. “Rumor spoke of how the prince obtained powerful magic by selling his soul to the Devil. If he were to lose using that magic, he would die in an instant.”

“Correct,” Declan said. “Now if you wish to leave this place unharmed, I would advise you to step away from Celina.”

A wicked grin appeared on Yuri’s face. “Not a chance,” he said as he stepped back, his gaze never leaving the prince. “My orders were to bring Miss Celina to the Great King, but perhaps he might reward me if I was to bring the rebellious prince to him as well.” He clapped twice, summoning his army of Predaplants. “Now, fallen prince of Akademia, prepare for a botanical nightmare! I shall merge my Predaplants together to create my ultimate Predaplant: Dragostapelia!”

But when Yuri clasped his hands together, the Pedaplants instead formed a different kind of dragon, a purple one with multiple mouths all over its body. Needless to say, he…was not happy at all. “I said Dragostapelia!” he exclaimed. “Now please separate yourselves so you can merge properly!”

But Celina recognized the dragon. “The Venom Dragon that Starves…” she said.

“Correct,” Declan said. “One of the four Dragons of Power.”

“Four?!” Celina asked. “As in three others?!”

“I will explain it all to you later,” Declan said, summoning two creatures on either side of him. “But for now, I must take care of this nuisance. Hopefully Savant Galilei and Savant Kepler can keep him in line.”

When Declan snapped his fingers, his creatures captured Yuri in a flash of light, imprisoning him. “Unhand me, traitor!” the royal guard exclaimed as the Dragon Venom that Starves vanished.

“Not a chance,” Declan said. “Celina, you are to come with me. Sora, you and the brothers are to take care of things here.”

“Got it, Prince Declan Akaba,” Sora said as Celina gave him the basket of herbs.

So…well… In all honesty, I’m not sure where to go from here. I guess Celina ended up going with Declan to…wherever he lives, so she probably ended up living happily ever after with him. This certainly deviated from the basic Little Red Riding Hood plot.

Come to think of it, the four fairytales I have told have gone completely off-script. Why has there been a recurring antagonist named Leo Akaba? How come Zuzu Boyle of Paradiscia, Princess Lulu Obsidian of Heartland, Rin Hogan of Neudonia, and Celina of Akademia have unusual abilities? Why does this Leo Akaba person want these four girls?

And what about the four lead boys? They’re each connected to a single dragon, but why? And it seemed that, aside from Yuri, they were drawn towards the girls for various reasons. Prince Yuya Sakaki of Paradiscia was in awe over Zuzu’s flowers, Yuto of Heartland heard Lulu’s beautiful song, and Yugo of Neudonia felt the need to be near Rin.

It seems that these four tales really are connected in a way. Hopefully the epilogue should provide some proper conclusion.

[beyondedenton]

Lirim: Lirim tossed his phone onto the table, smiling apologetically at his son. Their first outing with Charles. His first, that is. Bronwyn was another story.

“He said five’s fine,” Lirim called to Bronwyn. Paint was much more manageable than makeup, in his opinion. His son’s whiskers, made of his mother’s eyeshadow, would survive the next few hours. Aedan wouldn’t care or much notice. His ears were free. When was he going to develop a tail?

Bronwyn: “Five it is!” Bronwyn called back. She was deep in her makeup drawer looking for a tube of eyeliner that seemed to have disappeared. “Why didn’t I draw the whiskers on with eyeliner, they’re goin’ to smudge. Oh! Marie and Lydia have asked us to stop by their houses. No one in this city will have better treats.”

Lirim: “You won’t go touchin’ your face, will ya, Aedan? Some settin’ spray and you’re ready to hit the town.”

Lirim perked, looked over the mass that was his son’s curly hair. “Oh really? Haven’t seen them in ages.” He hadn’t seen much of anyone outside of the art gallery, so no surprise.

A thought occurred to him. Shit. “Guess that means I’m seein’ Mason again.”

Bronwyn: “Aye, darlin’, it does. Ha!” She returned to the room a few moments later with the eyeliner and her setting spray. “But don’t worry, ev’ryone will be on their best behavior. Includin’ him.”

Lirim/Aedan: Xavier’s uplifting words rang in his memory as reminder. He didn’t have to be afraid of him. Not anymore. Just confounding that anyone spent any amount of time with that demon.

He didn’t have room to judge, considering his favorite Atlas, but he would.

Aedan was about having his fill of this face touching. The squirming had begun.

“Patience, puppers!”

Bronwyn: “I’m almost done, lovey.” Bronwyn made quick work of touching up Aedan’s whiskers before telling him to close his eyes for the setting spray. “There, all done!”

Lirim: “Ya know he’s gonna have a fit when ya try and take that off.” Oh well. It was just one night. His son was certainly no artist, putting up with the smell of makeup was easier than paint, and it was for a good cause. He didn’t have whiskers and he wanted them.

“Alright, Toto, all done. Ready to meet Dorothy?”

Bronwyn/Aedan: “It won’t be so bad. Just one wee little makeup wipe and it’ll come right off.”

Aedan gave his mother a skeptical look but the excitement over the candy he would soon have won out.

“Yeah!”

Lirim/Aedan: “I shoulda gone as the Big Bad Wolf, Miss Riding Hood.”

“Wolves are good!”

And Aedan wouldn’t hear otherwise. “You’re absolutely right. He just had an image issue.” Bronwyn was given a look.

Bronwyn: Bronwyn smiled and nodded. “Absolutely. An image issue and questionable manners. Daddy should’ve gone as the Big Good Wolf.” That last added with a teasing look.

Lirim/Aedan: His parents were given a look. The look of a child aware but unable to articulate. Instead, going on about how he wanted a candy apple on a stick.

“You got it, Toto.”

Bronwyn: “I think—and I’m no’ positive or anythin’—but I’m pretty sure Auntie Lydia is makin’ candy apples with red caramel.”

Lirim/Aedan: Aedan’s eyes couldn’t have been brighter.

“Oh boy, Toto’s gonna need a leash.”

And off their son ran across the house screaming.

Bronwyn: Bronwyn laughed. “Oh, aye. I probably shouldn’t tell him there are also goin’ to be cookies.”

Lirim: “Shhh. He’ll be in a sugar coma before eight.”

Bronwyn: “Eight?” she chuckled. “Aren’t we bein’ optimistic. My money’s on seven.”

Lirim: “That’s better than eight. What ya wanna bet?”

Bronwyn: “Hmmm…” She tapped her chin. “Dinner.”

Lirim: “What ya want?”

Bronwyn: “Shrimp and grits with an ungodly amount of cheese.”

Lirim: “Homemade or restaurant?”

Bronwyn: “Homemade. What do ye want if ye win?”

Lirim: “I want… to paint you.”

Bronwyn: “Paint me or paint me?”

Lirim: “I mean paint on your body in my studio.”

Bronwyn: “It’s a bet. What do ye want to turn me into?”

Lirim: “We’ll have to see. Been a long time.”

Bronwyn: “Aye, it has.” She smiled and kissed Lirim’s cheek. “Ye can turn me into anythin’ ye like.”

Lirim: “Maybe I’ve some ideas. In the nude, of course.”

Bronwyn: “Well that goes without sayin’. What’s a little nudity after ye’ve impregnated someone.”

Lirim: “Oh?” He laughed. “Speakin’ of ‘fore I get ahead of myself, how’s the Viking?”

Bronwyn: “Still tall, stoic, and handsome. He got a kick out o’ my costume.”

Lirim: “They don’t do Halloween in Iceland?”

Bronwyn: “Iceland kind of does a wee, Torsten doesn’t do it at all.”

Lirim: “Makes sense, I guess.” Lirim looked in the direction of their son. “And he’s good with Aedan?” Hundredth time asking. “He should… be here. He’s gonna have a lot more Halloweens.”

Bronwyn: She nodded. “Aye, he’s good with Aedan. I asked him to come with us but he’s in Iceland at the moment, takin’ care of some family business.”

Lirim: “Do ya want Aedan to call him dad?”

Bronwyn: “I want Aedan to call him whatever feels right to him.”

Lirim: “Ya’d think I’d be used to it. I mean he already -” He’d stop right there. “Anyway, Charles should be here any minute.”

Bronwyn: She kissed his cheek again. “I love ye, Lirim Vivaldi. Ye know that? There’s no timeline on gettin’ used to it.”

Lirim: “Love ya too, Mama B. Ya know he calls ya that when we’re alone? Totally picked it up from Lucien I know it.”

Bronwyn: “He does?” Bronwyn positively melted at the sweetness of it all. “That’s adorable! And he absolutely did and I’m no’ surprised at all. I love bein’ Mama B.”

Lirim: “He asked about Lucien a few days ago. Didn’t realize how often they were together.”

Bronwyn: “Aye, the magic of teleportation. I’ve been wantin’ to learn it, I feel bad havin’ Vincent go back and forth so often.”

Lirim: “Can’t be easy. I mean, that’s why it belongs to familiars, and… demons.”

Bronwyn: “Ye’re right. Avalbane is over three hundred and she can’t do it.”

Lirim: “Shit. What’s she got over ya, though? Spells wise, I mean.”

Lirim turned to the foyer mirror and adjusted his hat.

Bronwyn: “Sheer volume o’ spells. Decade upon decade of experience. That spell she used to help us with Aedan? It’s so obscure she found it on a stone tablet.”

Lirim: His smile softened. “Just had a conversation about that, actually, with Xavier Atlas.” He watched for her reaction.

Bronwyn: She didn’t quite frown, but there was a definite tightness to her smile at the mention of that man.

“Were ye indeed,” she said as casually as she could. “Does he get his magic from stone tablets as well?”

Lirim: “I imagine if Xavier Atlas were reborn today, he’d be that bookworm child that turns into a mage. Or a mad professor. Or a politician. Can’t really pin which.”

Bronwyn: “Or held in a federal prison for tax evasion.”

Lirim: “I mean,” he laughed, “they’re not saints, but they’re hungry, Atlases.”

Bronwyn: “That’s definitely one way to put it. Do ye see him often?”

Lirim: “Nah. First time in…years.”

Bronwyn: “Was it a good visit?”

Lirim: “I needed it. Been meetin’ up with a few people I lost.” He gestured to the front door. “Charles included.”

Bronwyn: Bronwyn reached for Lirim’s hand and gave it squeeze. “Well for that, I’m glad. It’s nice to see ye returnin’ to yer life, spendin’ time with people ye enjoy. Ye’re like a flower bloomin’ after a long winter.”

Lirim: “Only a druid would say that,” he laughed. He felt like he’d been doing more of that lately.

Bronwyn: He had and it had not gone unnoticed. It was such a welcome sound.

“It’s true! Ye’re our angelic flower.”

Lirim: Lirim shook his head, rubbed his cheeks with both hands. “Alright, Ridin’ Hood, ya all set to go?”

Bronwyn: “All set. I’ve got ev’rythin’ we can possibly need in my basket.”

Charles/Rory: Charles gave a single nod, indicating that Rory could, indeed, be the one to ring the doorbell. He did so with great enthusiasm, before Charles guided him gently back.

Lirim/Aedan: Of course. The doorbell was piano keys, after all. This didn’t have to be a child for someone to go to town on it.

“Someone’s playing music!” called his son.

“No, I got it!” his father laughed, opening the door less than a moment later.

“Hey, fam!”

Bronwyn: Bronwyn would appear at Lirim’s shoulder almost instantly, greeting their new arrivals with a radiant smile.

“There they are! Come in, come in! Look at ye, ye look great!”

Charles/Rory/Cynthia: Charles was all smiles for his friends, tipping back his pointed hat to more easily press a kiss to each of their cheeks.

Rory and Cynthia both were happy to see Bronwyn, Dorothy and a little Tin Man stepping forward for hugs they knew were coming.

“Hello, hello! Rory, Cee, this is… Mr. Lirim Vivaldi.” He’d leave it up to the man himself to decide how he wanted to be addressed.

Lirim: “Hi!” The old saying of loving only your kids was relevant to Lirim; he didn’t feel like a natural around other people’s children and doubted he ever would. But these were Charles’. He got on a knee to shake their hands. He then called to Aedan to greet them.

Bronwyn: The children already knew her very well; they’d both be kissed and given a good squeeze that stopped just shy of mussing their costumes. Their father would be given equal treatment.

She smiled as Lirim greeted them, taking the opportunity to grab her camera from her basket and start snapping pictures.

“I can’t get over those costumes! Ye’re all so precious I could eat ye right up. Smile for the camera!”

Charles: Charles was not nearly so averse to being photographed as his husband, but there was no need to capture his ridiculous witch’s costume for posterity. With a wry smile, he nudged his children gently toward where Aedan stood. “Let’s get one of the kids together. Following the yellow brick road, and all that.”

He had a sunny smile for Bronwyn and Lirim’s son. After all, he did not share Lirim’s opinions on other people’s children. He’d certainly have chosen the wrong bloody profession, if he did.

“Nice to see you again, young man. You’ve gotten so big!”

Lirim/Mason/Aedan Mason lagged behind, still warding and locking down the townhouse just a few feet away. His hooded masked figure cut an intimidating silhouette compared to the others. By design, given the city. This was his city and his people, but this was his family, and a priority. He would be watchdog tonight. No doubt with Charles’ ability, danger would not survive twenty yards.

Aedan began explaining his costume, as though it were required. Toto for Dorothy! With a bark as real as his dark brown ears perked tight with excitement.

Lirim adjusted his son’s curls and returned to his feet. “He really has.” The naphil stilled at the sight of the demon, taking a breath. A nod of acknowledgment.

Bronwyn: There was every need to capture Charles’ witch costume for posterity and that was precisely what Bronwyn was going to do.

“Aye, let’s! Ev'ryone move in closer and give me a big smile!” She snapped a couple of photos of the kids and a couple more of Lirim and Charles. “Mason!” she called. “Come see the cuteness!”

Charles: Charles was not the least bit concerned about the evening. Nor did he believe himself, Bronwyn, and Lirim incapable of defending against any unlikely danger. But he welcomed his husband’s presence, all the same. He smiled fondly as Aedan went into the details of his costume. They really were an adorable trio.

“Are we ready to begin? We’re following your lead, here.”

Lirim/Mason/Rory: “Little terrors in disguise!”

Rory looked back to his father. “Nah uh!”

Lirim locked the door behind them with a flick of his hand. No one around to notice. “Start here and go counter-clockwise, then Coverdale?” he looked to Bronwyn for confirmation.

Bronwyn: Bronwyn mapped the proposed route in her head and nodded. “Sounds good to me! Ev'ryone stay together now, and if ye hear a verra cranky poodle, just walk on by. She only barks if ye give her attention and if ye give her attention she tries to bite ye.”

Charles: Charles laughed openly, adjusting his hat as it slipped. “She sounds delightful. I’ll keep a wary eye. Do you lot want to leave a bowl of candy out for any kids that come by?”

Lirim: “Last time I did the whole cauldron was gone!” Lirim laughed.

Bronwyn: “I’m convinced that kid who thinks he’s James Dean and his mates took the lot.”

Charles: “There’s always one.”

Lirim/Mason: “Should I?”

Mason was already off with the children to the nearest house on their side of the street.

Bronwyn: “We can, if ye like. It’s still early, there’s a chance bargain bin James Dean won’t show up for another couple of hours.”

Charles: “I like to, when no one’s around to answer the door, but it’s your bowl.”

Lirim: “Out of that giant school? Not even a maid?”

Lirim unlocked the door with another flick, glanced at his son and ran inside for a jack-o’-lantern bucket, filling it with tiny bags of Reese’s Pieces.

Charles: “In Cameron, or wherever else. There’s always someone at the school.”

Lirim: “Cameron?” The bucket placed. Lirim picked up the pace to join his son.

Charles: Charles followed closely behind, catching a speeding Rory as he returned from the door with chocolate in his once-empty bucket.

“Careful! Mhm. My husband has a house there.” For now, anyway.

Lirim: Charles was given a quick glance. “Do you see it as a home, despite being a school?”

Charles: “I do. It’s been my home for a long time, now. Well, our home. It’d just be an old house, without everyone else.”

Lirim: “Funny, what we put stock in.” He flicked his wrist back at the townhouse behind them. “Raised there. Was in stasis after my folks; lived with my Mema. Then it was mine again. Thought about gettin’ rid of it, but there’s too much in it. Don’t have it in me.”

Charles: He nodded, glancing at the house briefly, before turning back to watch his children sprint off to the next house. He buried the impulse to ask them to slow down. “I understand that. I might’ve sold the old place, if we hadn’t needed it. And then the idea for the school took root in my head and I couldn’t dislodge it. I’d never part with it, now. Means too much. And not only to me. I’ll likely pass it on, though. When the time comes. To someone I trust who shares my vision.”

Lirim: Lirim nodded, watched his son, his son’s mother, the demon.

“Someone like that exist, or still lookin’ around?”

Charles: “I imagine it’ll be one of my staff. Possibly one of my students, when they’re old enough and experienced enough. I’m not opposed to passing my legacy along to my children, but I suspect they’ll forge their own paths.” He snorted softly, mostly to himself. “Perhaps we need one more.”

Lirim: A statement which put a smile on the naphil’s face. They were indeed different.

“Got the parental itch for more, huh?”

Charles: Charles lifted a shoulder. “I wouldn’t call it an itch, but I’m certainly open to the concept.”

Lirim: “Do they all feel like your children?”

Charles: “Yes and no. I love them. And I feel deeply responsible for their wellbeing, of course. I am. But it’s… different.”

It seemed a poor word to describe the depth of devotion he felt toward his own children, but he couldn’t think of a better one, presently.

Lirim: “Never taught anyone anything until Aedan. Can’t relate.” He adjusted his coat, face contorting with thought. “I take that back. I mean, I walk people through what I do in the studio, but that’s -” he waved away his words.

“Anyway.”

Charles: “I think I’ve always wanted to be academic. Teaching or learning. Teaching feels more useful.” Less selfish. “Would you ever consider teaching art?”

Lirim: “People gotta learn, someone’s gotta teach.” But that being said, he scoffed. “Hell no. Probably hang myself bein’ asked the same questions all the time. But! That’s why people like you exist.”

Charles: Charles laughed, a bright sound that carried on the early evening air. “It’s not so awful. But, perhaps you’re right. 'Those who can’t do,’ and all that. We should catch up with the children.”

Lirim: Such sound paired well with Charles’ emotion.

“I get the sayin’, but I don’t get how that applies to someone like you.”

Charles: “Someone like me?” He raised an eyebrow, casting a half-smile at Lirim as he began walking just a bit quicker, slowly narrowing the distance between himself and his family.

Lirim: Bronwyn had gone ahead, probably for his old neighbor. Still, he didn’t want her to feel alienated from the conversation. Not that he’d felt anything of the sort; he was thinking too much.

“Ya know. A genius.”

Charles: Charles gave a soft little snort and shook his head. “I know geniuses; I’m not one. I’m merely studious. I’ve spent more than half of my life in a classroom. More than that, I suppose, if you count being on the opposite side of things.”

Lirim/Mason: “Just didn’t wanna leave the classroom?”

Mason glanced back at that statement, expression well hidden behind his mask.

Charles: He gave a soft laugh, head tilting ever so slightly at his husband. “I suppose not.”

Mason: “Why him?” Mason whispered to Bronwyn.

Bronwyn: “Why him what?” Bronwyn whispered back, snapping another picture of the children. “Also which him?”

Mason: “Your him. Why him as the father?”

Bronwyn: “The real question should be why me as the mother.”

Mason: “Not even the fuckin’ question. Of course you.”

Bronwyn: “I was originally a surrogate, remember? He picked me.”

Mason: A growl of response. He hadn’t appreciated that, either, but such was in the past.

Bronwyn: Bronwyn nudged him. “Hey now, why the growlin’?”

Mason: “I don’t like the idea of ya bein’ used.”

Bronwyn: “Mason.”

Mason: “I know.”

Bronwyn: She squeezed his arm. “No one used me. I offered o’ my own free will and I’d do it again.”

Mason: “Does he remember the other one?”

Bronwyn: “We both do,” she said softly. “And fuck him right to hell.”

Mason: “The kid remembers the wolf?”

Bronwyn: “Oh, never mind I thought ye were talkin’ about Lirim.” She shook her head. “No, we don’t think so.”

Mason: “Has he asked why y'all don’t have ears?”

Bronwyn: Another head shake. “No’ yet. He thinks ev’ryone has them.”

Mason: Mason looked back to Charles. With no expression to give with a mask, his arm opened, offering warmth instead.

Charles: Words weren’t necessary, and in this instance facial expressions were superfluous as well. Charles understood the offer for what it was and hurried to accept, closing the distance between them more swiftly and pressing himself against his husband’s side. There was no skin available to kiss, so he settled for grabbing the hand that wrapped around him.

“Looks like they’re getting on well.”

Bronwyn: Bronwyn couldn’t help but smile at them. They looked so happy; she didn’t need to be able to see Mason’s expression to see that.

“Aren’t they just? They’re so sweet,” she said, snapping another photo of the kids. “This is a good bondin’ activity for them.”

Lirim/Mason: “Really glad he’s able to have this. Sooner rather than later he’s going to be with more of his people. Just need to set a date.”

“Away with the druids?” Mason’s question directed to Bronwyn. Charles’ hand given a squeeze.

Charles: “It is,” he agreed, with a nod. “They ought to spend more time together. It’ll be good for all of them.”

Charles turned his attention toward Lirim, still keeping pace with his husband. “Oh?”

Bronwyn: She nodded. “Yes to both. No’ away as in away, but away as in goin’ across the pond to learn with some other wee Druids.”

Lirim: “Not like there’s an angel academy. I want him with his people. He just happens to have more than one set of people.”

Charles: “That’s wonderful. I’m sure he’ll enjoy himself. You’ll both be going with him?”

Bronwyn: “It’ll definitely give us an excuse to drop in on my family in Scotland more often. My grandda Owen loves Lirim’s art.”

Lirim/Mason: “Definitely goin’ with him. I wanna see everything.”

“They aware of everything he is?” Mason asked.

Charles: “Mm. That’ll be lovely for both of you.” He glanced to his husband, though the face he loved was hidden by that mask. “We should visit Scotland, after the house is built.”

Bronwyn: Bronwyn nodded. “Mostly, aye. They know he’s a Druid and they also know he’s no’ only a Druid, but I figured it was best that they hear the specifics from both of us in person.”

Mason: “Your gran'mama gonna be there?” Of all those in her family, that woman he could trust. He didn’t think highly of the half-angel among them, but that little boy running about with his son was a part of Bronwyn. Under his gray wing of protection.

Charles: “Mm. Such conversations are best had face-to-face. I’m glad you’ll be seeing your family, soon.” He only wished he had more family for his own kids to know.

Bronwyn: Another nod. “Aye, she never misses a chance to see Aedan or Lirim. Always asks about ye,” she added with a smile over at Mason.

“I am, too. I always enjoy visitin’ home.”

Lirim/Mason: Lirim simply listened. What he felt from Mason was palpable like a humid summer afternoon. Forced trust through others was never real trust. This they could both agree.

“Next time, call me,” Mason said, adjusting the hard plastic mask. Too long since he’d laid eyes on the woman that harbored his secret.

Bronwyn: “Aye, I’ll do that, and I’ll also remind ye to get her some flowers for deprivin’ her of yer company for so long.”

Lirim/Mason: “She tell ya s'what she wanted?”

“I didn’t know he’d met your family,” Lirim laughed politely.

Mason quickly brushed his fingers over Charles and Bronwyn’s arm, walking ahead to check on the children. Rory and Aedan standing still, negotiating over some undesirable candy.

Charles: Charles kept pace with the remaining adults, but his gaze did skate frequently toward the children.

Bronwyn: “Years ago,” Bronwyn said with another nod, smiling after Mason. “Back before I adopted Lucien, when I was…goin’ through a wee patch.”

Lirim: Lirim cast her a quick look, one of mild confusion, before nodding. “Mm. Feels like yesterday we all met.”

Charles: “Does it?” Charles laughed softly. “Feels like it’s been a century. I suppose that happens when everything you think you know about the world gets turned on its head.” It was as though he could divide his life into two clean hemispheres.

Bronwyn: “I’m with Lirim. It feels like Aedan was still a baby five seconds ago. Feels like I was meetin’ Lirim ten seconds ago. Time is a right old bastard.”

Lirim: “When I’m with y'all it goes by like that,” he snapped his fingers. “When I’m alone time stands still. Great for paintin’,” he chuckled.

Charles: Charles pulled Lirim into a brief half-hug. “We should do this more often. Not Halloween, obviously, but the rest.”

Bronwyn: “The kids would love it if Halloween came more often,” Bronwyn laughed. “But, aye, we should. It’ll be good for them and good for us.”

Lirim: Lirim was pleasantly caught off guard by the random bit of affection. His smile blossomed.

“Absolutely. I’d love to get some paint on both of ya.”

Charles: He lifted an eyebrow, chuckling. “On? As in a living canvas? Or do you want to see me struggle to form a decent stick figure?”

Bronwyn: “I personally would love that.”

Lirim: “Now I wanna see the stick figure, but I mean literally on ya.”

Charles: “Trust me, you don’t. But my skin is at your disposal, sir. I’ve never been painted on.”

Lirim: “I dunno what’s stopped me, but it won’t stop me now.”

Charles: “Good. I’m looking forward to it.”

Bronwyn: “It’s settled then. Lirim will paint ye and then ye can wow us with yer stick figure paintin’.”

Lirim: “What’ll ya be doin’ while I’m paintin’ and he’s stick figurin’?”

Charles: “An excellent question. I don’t want to be alone in my artistic pursuits.”

Bronwyn: “Bakin’ probably.”

Lirim: “So we get the smell of fresh baked bread mixed with acrylic and oil? Tasty.”

Charles: “Sounds like a party. I’ve never been able to resist baked goods.”

Bronwyn: “I’ve been wantin’ to make some potato bread. Found a recipe that looks promisin’.”

Lirim: “I’m gonna end up usin’ brown and yellow paint and forget everything else.”

Charles: “I love potato bread. Now, I’m starving.” He was going to have to enact a dad tax on those sweets. “Rory! Cee! Have you gotten any Paydays?”

Mason: Mason looked back, wriggling a small PayDay - all sweets were small these days, weren’t they? - before tossing in Charles’ direction.

Bronwyn: Bronwyn laughed. “I’d be curious to see what magic ye can create usin’ only yellow and brown.”

Charles: He made a valiant effort to catch the candy, but it tumbled out of his grasp. With a sigh, he bent to retrieve it. Still good. “Thanks, love.”

Lirim/Mason: 'Ya didn’t play catch as a child,’ his husband guessed, smiling through his mask as he turned back to the children.

“Challenge accepted,” Lirim grinned. His pride as an artist on the line, he must! Already had ideas.

Bronwyn: “Oh yay!” she chuckled. “I’m definitely makin’ potato bread while ye paint in hopes that ye turn Charles into a really beautiful artistic potato.”

Charles: 'I did not,’ he confessed, popping the little candy into his mouth and tucking the wrapper into his pocket to dispose of, later. He flashed a quick smile. 'I was more of a tree-climbing, bug-catching boy.’

With a snort, he shook his head. “Oh, yes. I’ve always wanted to be a potato. Dreams do come true.”

Lirim/Mason: 'Of course you were. For science.’

“Not a potato! Maybe a uh… maybe a glorious sunrise,” Lirim smiled.

Bronwyn: She just could not stop laughing. The mental image she’d conjured of Charles painted like a potato was tickling her pink.

“Aye, that would be lovely. Really anything ye do will be lovely.”

Charles: 'For science,’ he chuckled at their private conversation.

Charles pressed a kiss to the side of her head. A potato, indeed. “Perhaps not the dream, but I’m willing to be a sunrise as well.”

Lirim: “Could paint ya both. Sunrise and sunset. Maybe a full moon. Yellows, browns, blue, black and white…” Annnnd he was going off on his own tangent.

Bronwyn: “And I’m more than willin’ to be a sunset. Go crazy, darlin’, we’ll be yer muses. Won’t we, Charles?”

Charles: He nodded, thoughtful. “I’ve always wanted to be an artist’s muse.”

Lirim/Mason: “No one’s ever drawn ya? Written a poem? Love letter?”

Mason picked up the pace to his children.

Charles: Charles lifted his shoulder. He wasn’t heartbroken. “I’ve received very touching text messages?”

Bronwyn: “With that face? I’m sure there have been people who’ve drawn ye and written ye letters, even if they never sent them.”

Lirim: “I can see that. Takes guts to give that up. Easy to make em, though.”

Charles: He gave a soft laugh. “It’s a flattering thought. I suppose we’ll never know.”

Bronwyn: “Aye, it does. I remember writin’ a few letters myself when I was young and shovin’ them away in a drawer somewhere.”

Lirim: “Still around, maybe? My Mema had this book, had all sorts of love letters - and break up letters - from history. Went back two hundred years, I think.”

Charles: “Oh, that’s fascinating! Your own little piece of history!” He was delighted.

Bronwyn: Bronwyn nodded. “Aye, they should still be in my old bedroom somewhere. My mama didn’t really move anythin’ around.”

Her face lit. “That’s lovely! Does she still collect them?”

Lirim: “Probably. Some of em got published in a book about the same thing. Y'all want a copy?”

Charles: “I’d love one!”

Bronwyn: “Absolutely, I would, too. And ye’re both welcome to my letters if I ever find them.”

Mason/Rory: The children kept their energy for only four blocks before becoming distracted with their sugary treasures, talking to each other, and complaining of the cold. Despite the chilly wind, Rory, for the first time, refused a piggy-back ride from his father. Not in front of company! But he would ask to make smores, and for hot chocolate with pumpkin marshmallows.

Charles: Charles gently tugged on one of Cynthia’s braids, holding out a hand for Rory’s empty wrappers. “Done with trick-or-treating already? We can head back, if you’d like. Or home?”

Bronwyn: “I’m with Rory, smores and hot chocolate sound really good right now.”

Bronwyn bent to pin back Aedan’s hair to keep it out of his eyes. The wind was wreaking havoc with those curls.

“What do ye want, lovey?”

Mason/Aedan/Cynthia/Rory: “Can I have hot chocolate?” Aedan looked to his mother hopefully.

Cynthia was ready for warmth; Rory was ready for a chocolaty feast, which also translated to home.

Mason turned his son around, patted his back. “March.”

Charles: “Back it is, then.” Charles would not raise protest. He was always ready for warmth, but more importantly, this evening was about the children. “Did you enjoy yourselves?”

Bronwyn: She smiled and nodded. “Aye, but ye have to promise me to drink all the tonic I make ye first, okay?” Being part werewolf, Aedan’s sensitivity to chocolate was always something they had to be aware of. Luckily, it was mild enough that with the right magical precautions, it didn’t hinder him from enjoying it completely.

“Did ye get a good candy haul?”

Lirim/Mason: Mason watched in mild amusement as the children spoke at once, bedding down the urge to correct what was quickly becoming rising voices as they compared candy and bargained chocolate versus everything else.

“Gimmie a Twix before ya give em all away, child,” said Lirim.

Charles: Charles slipped his hand into his husband’s, similarly allowing the children to enjoy themselves without scolding, on such an evening. “Are we going to the party, or turning in for the night? If not, I’ll ring Ro and let her know.”

Bronwyn: Bronwyn laughed at the chorus of excited voices. Oh yes, it had definitely been a good haul this year. “Aye, a Twix for daddy and a cherry Jolly Rancher for yer mama.”

Lirim/Mason: “We’ll go t'the Moon if ya want,” Mason said. The mask was removed once reaching their street. Placed on Rory’s head, grinning at his son’s scowl.

Lirim unwrapped his candy and stuffed the wrapper in his pocket. A quick cheers with Bronwyn before popping the whole thing into his mouth.

Charles: That face! He turned to kiss it, briefly. “Oh, yes. A trip to the moon is definitely in order. Perhaps for Christmas.”

He spotted the empty cauldron that told of their arrival and laughed. “Gone, already! I hope at least some of the little kids got candy.” Charles had a bag stashed at Mason’s, just in case they were around if trick-or-treaters dropped by.

Bronwyn: She cheers-ed Lirim back with her Jolly Rancher and took Aedan’s hand, continuing to discuss his candy and how cherry was clearly the superior fruity candy flavor.

The empty cauldron had her grinning from ear to ear. “That didn’t take long at all!” she chuckled. “If that James Dean kid took his chance, it’ll be the only one he gets. Candy’s bein’ handed out personally now that we’re back. But first, tonic and hot chocolate. Ev'ryone take yer wrappers to the trash.”

Lirim/Mason: “Make yourselves at home,” Lirim smiled, dropped his hat as soon as they were in the door. Easily made a mess again with a quick swipe of his hand. “Pretty much a mirror image, right?” More colorful than the sharp white and neutral palette next door.

Something paused Mason in the doorway.

“Gonna have'ta get rid of that,” he hummed, “'less ya wanna take my head off.”

Lirim seemed dumbfounded for a moment before it clicked, eyes widening. “Right. Two sec.” The many wards placed by - no matter. He’d assumed they’d faded, and then forgotten them completely.

“Bronnie, ya remember which board it was?”

Charles: His eyebrows vanished behind chestnut fringe for a moment. “No, we can’t have that. I do prefer you with your head attached, dearest.” And he’d stick by his husband’s side until the wards were lifted.

Bronwyn: Bronwyn had forgotten them as well, mostly because she’d placed so many of her own.

“It’s the one with the scuff mark from my high heel. Three boards to the right o’ the bookshelf.”

Lirim: “Got it.” He’d almost got up for the kitchen, for a butter knife, before remembering his own damn abilities and pulling up the board with gentle coaxing from his hovering hand.

“There it is,” he sighed. An unassuming brown bag no bigger than his palm.

“Is this really a ward, or a charm? I forget the damn lingo.”

Charles: Charles gave Mason’s hand a gentle squeeze. “Head safe? And the rest of your bits?”

Bronwyn: “It’s a hex bag, they can be multipurpose. Let’s put it somewhere out o’ the way for now. I’ll dispose of it properly later.”

Lirim/Mason: “I’ll put in the backyard.” Seemed far enough, since being in the floorboard hadn’t taken the demon’s head living one wall away.

The children had already taken to the kitchen. Mason could hear gasps. A moment later seeing a fluffy white cat flee upstairs in a panic.

He held his hand out. A lack of static as Lirim excused himself to the back door. Fucking angels.

“Head’s safe,” he confirmed, stepping inside.

Bronwyn: “Don’t scare Pancakes, lovies!” Well, one of them would be receiving a swipe at the ankle at some point this evening. Pancakes would require some soothing.

“Aye, verra much so. Sit, sit. What would ye like, what can I get ye?”

Charles: “Remember how it was with Frankie, in the beginning,” he called to his children. “Be patient and don’t harass the cat!”

He shook his head, fond, and took the offered seat. “I’m quite all right, darling. Thank you.”

Lirim/Mason/Aedan: Lirim was laughing at the sight of Jude. The patient older tabby, accepting his fate in Aedan’s arms, carried about with dangling legs.

“Y'all gonna say no t'some wine? What about some,” what the hell was this, “pumpkin liqueur? When’d I get this? Was this you?” he asked Bronwyn.

Mason stood beside Charles for a beat, hand firm on the back of his neck, massaging. He separated long enough to find the children.

Bronwyn: Bronwyn looked at the label on the bottle. “Oh! Aye, it was me. I wanted to make an adult pumpkin spice latte. It was bloody good too. I want to try it in pumpkin pie.”

Charles: “I’ll never say no to wine.” A statement that was perhaps a little too true. “Or pie.”

Lirim/Aedan: “I do have a chocolate… mud… pie… thing. S'got some cake crumbled on top like dirt and -”

“GUMMIES!” Aedan shouted. “Mama! Can I - Can we have some?”

Bronwyn: “Let me make yer tonic first, then ye can have some. It won’t take long, promise.” She didn’t want an upset stomach ruining his Halloween.

Luckily, she kept all the ingredients on hand and was able to get it going fairly quickly. “Do ye want me to mix it in water or in juice?”

Charles: “Sounds interesting. I can’t say I’ve ever tried that before.” But chocolate was chocolate. He reached out for the minds of his family. Where had they gotten off to?

Mason/Aedan: “Apple juice, please.” Better manners around company, Lirim noted to self. That was usually the case.

The children had surrounded the cat tower and released Jude, who took to cleaning himself just out of reach at the top. The children were bored within moments.

“Put y'all’s candy on the table. We’ll go through em,” said Mason, casting a quick glance to Lirim. Chocolate pie and red wine. This was turning into an absolute gem of an evening, Lirim thought.

Bronwyn: “Okay, I’ll mix it with apple.” She kissed the top of his head and got a jar. Time was she would’ve gotten a bowl and whisked everything together but shaking it until it was mixed was easier. And faster.

Speed was of the essence today.

A few herbs, a few mysterious liquids, and a little magic later, Bronwyn was pouring her concoction into a cup of juice and handing it to Aedan. The tonic made it take on a curiously orange color but the taste wouldn’t be altered too much. It would be as if some strong, unsweetened tea had been added to it.

Charles: Charles smirked, but left them to their piles of sweets. Lectures about cavities and thorough tooth-brushing could wait until bedtime. “Can I help with anything?” he asked their host.

Lirim: “If ya wanna help me cut up some pie?” offered between grunts of effort as he argued with a corkscrew and a rather large bottle of zinfandel. Last time he tried to pull a cork via telekinesis had resulted in both a broken cork and bottle. His patience was not made for such delicate work.

Charles: “I think I may be better suited to opening wine,” he offered, laughing, and stood to lend a hand.

Lirim/Mason: “He has a gift,” said Mason. “If there’s alcohol, he can open it. No safe too secure, no lock too strong.”

“In the case,” Lirim offered the bottle. Corkscrew far too deeply embedded.

Bronwyn: Bronwyn left them to the wine while she got the hot chocolate going, keeping one eye on Aedan to make sure he drank all the juice.

“If that is indeed the case, then Charles, there’s a bottle o’ scotch in my pantry that seems to have been welded shut. Yer help would be appreciated.”

Charles: “Hilarious.” He fixed his husband with a very dry expression before turning his attention to the lodged corkscrew. “Goodness.” It took a bit of coaxing, but Charles really was a magician of bottle-opening. With a triumphant grin, he set bottle and cork on the table a minute later. “I’d be happy to help, Bronwyn darling.”

Lirim/Mason/Aedan: “Lucien been gone that long ya gettin’ your whiskey stuck?” Lirim laughed. There were only two Fera in existence which didn’t frighten him to his core. Lucien was family, as much as he had fought tooth and nail.

Aedan handed his cup to his father, ready for his hot chocolate.

Mason settled between his children at the glass table, stealing another PayDay for Charles, and a swirly lollipop to bite like a heathen for himself.

Bronwyn: “It hasn’t been stuck as long as that,” Bronwyn chuckled, putting all her tonic ingredients away. “I was makin’ somethin’ with it and I’m pretty sure some caramel got stuck in the threads o’ the bottle that I forgot to wipe off.” That was her theory anyway.

Charles: He had to wince. Could a demon chip a tooth? He didn’t know, but it just wasn’t right. 'Heinous.’ He smirked at his husband before plucking the candy from his hand. “Thank you.” He fiddled with the wrapper.

“Bit of warm water should do the trick, then,” he said to Bronwyn. “At least, that’s how I get syrup bottles open.” He thought idly of how perfect a stack of pancakes would be.

Lirim/Mason: Lirim glanced Charles’ way, wondering what it was he was borderline yearning for. Maybe he didn’t want to know. Sexual desire seemed to just exude from the two of them. Inspiring, but he was grateful to not be telepathic.

Mason watched his husband with challenging eyes, taking another slow performative bite.

'Should see me with jawbreakers.’

“Ffffriggin’ hungry,” Lirim sighed, catching that particular word split second. “Who wanted pie?” A few small plates had been filled. Ones for the children half size.

Bronwyn: Bronwyn grinned at Lirim. Nice save, she mouthed to him.

“I’m pretty sure we all wanted pie. I definitely do, and that hot chocolate. Is there such a thing as too much chocolate in one sittin’?” Probably, but it was Halloween! It was a day for treats.

Speaking of.

“I need to go refill the cauldron for any more kids we get.”

Charles: 'You’re a madman.’ He shuddered at the very thought, but the lightning flash of a grin gave away his amusement. He popped the little candy into his mouth and bent to give his husband the briefest of kisses. They were guests, after all. Manners make the man.

“Not in my opinion, but I’m hardly an authority. I can fill it, if you’d like. Or start on the hot chocolate?”

Lirim/Mason: “You’ll have chocolate every day, but hell hath no fury if it’s spicy.”

Lirim looked up at the couple, impatiently chewing and swallowing before speaking. “For serious? What about a chocolate martini? Or a mudslide?”

Bronwyn: “No no, it’s fine. I’ll get the candy.”

She went to get the bag, only to poke her head back in a few seconds later. “Are chocolate martinis bein’ made? If so I want one!”

Charles: His nose wrinkled in undisguised distaste. “Of course not. Spicy chocolate is an abomination.” Charles lifted a shoulder. “I don’t mind a splash of bourbon in my hot chocolate.”

Bronwyn: “What’s this spicy chocolate ye keep mentionin’?” Bronwyn asked the room at large. “Spicy like chilies or spiced like mulled wine?”

Lirim/Mason/Rory: “I mean I want chile-chocolate melted n'put in my mouth,” said Mason. “With cinnamon.”

Rory’s eyes lit up. That was exactly what he wanted.

“I got a habanero in the fridge?”

Charles: Ugh. Corrupting the children. “I’ll settle for whipped cream, if you have it.”

Bronwyn: “There’s a sweet shop near my store that has all kinds of chocolate. I’ll bet they have chile chocolate.”

Lirim/Mason: “Still open?” Another PayDay was swiped from the pile, now divided into three among the children. Cynthia had traded most chocolate for bubble gum.

“That pastry shop?” Lirim asked. “Oh! I got uh, Cool Whip?”

Charles: “That’ll do,” he nodded. All this talk of peppers had him needing a balm.

Bronwyn: “No, no’ that one, although I have been meanin’ to go into that pastry shop. The sweets shop is in the opposite direction, next to that maternity store I shopped at when I was pregnant with Aedan.”

Lirim/Mason: Oh fuck, the memories. Both Lirim and Mason were staring, and both looked away almost simultaneously.

“Hot chocolate with cinnamon, then. Chocolate dipped peppers when home.” To the delight of their son.

Plates were each given forks, and a cabinet opened of its own accord, so it seemed. A pot floating to the stove.

Charles: Charles lifted an eyebrow at that little exchange but said nothing. He finally claimed a seat and a plate to go along with it.

Bronwyn: Bronwyn noticed it as well, and though she had a clue as to the cause, she filed it away to ask later.

And there was the doorbell.

“Candy time!” Off she went to hand out treats.

Lirim/Aedan: Aedan ran off to help his mama, and Lirim only glanced over his shoulder before looking back at the cocoa powder, milk, and small jar of cinnamon. As though he’d never made this before in his life.

“Thinkin’ hot chocolate and a chocolate martini.”

Charles: “Do–” He chewed and swallowed a mouthful of pie before making another attempt. “Do you need a hand?”

Lirim/Mason: Lirim slowly looked back with apologetic eyes. “Aedan drinks Ghirardelli with peppermint because God only knows why. I dunno how to do it up fancy.”

Bronwyn: “He knows it’s the superior combination,” Bronwyn said as she returned with Aedan in tow. “Don’t ye, lovely? Chocolate and peppermint all the way.”

Charles: Charles stood, pushing his plate closer to his family in case any of them wanted to finish his barely-touched dessert. “It’s hot chocolate, my friend. It hardly needs to be fancy.” He took a place beside his host at the stove. He was no cook, but warm drinks were a skill he’d mastered. Enough milk for everyone was tipped into the saucepan to heat.

Lirim/Mason: Peppermint? Rory was making a face. One Aedan had made at the idea of spicy chocolate. Mason was smiling at Bronwyn.

“I don’t do fancy, but I didn’t figure y'all’d want the Aedan special,” Lirim chuckled.

Bronwyn: Bronwyn just chuckled, returning Mason’s smile as she bent to kiss his head.

“One of us wants the Aedan special,” she said, taking a seat at the table. She’d probably end up standing to get the door many many times before the night was out but in between she wanted all the time she could get with everyone.

Charles: “Oh, well, no peppermint for me, thanks. I’m a cocoa purist.” He leaned against the counter while he waited for the milk to heat.

Lirim: “Purists go first, then.” He looked around the room. At this blend of two families. He never would have imagined something like this years ago. Couldn’t even imagine his son. Sometimes he still couldn’t get over it.

“Happy Halloween, y'all.”

Bronwyn: Bronwyn caught Lirim looking around and smiled. She wondered what was going through his head but judging from his expression, it was only lovely things. As it should be at moments like this one.

“Happy Halloween indeed!” she said brightly as the doorbell summoned her once more.

Charles: “Fair enough.” He lifted his head in the following silence. Charles, too, was curious, but not enough to go digging. His mouth curled into a smile and he nodded. “Hear, hear!”

Trick or Treat, Cont. || Charleson, Bronwyn, Lirim, Aedan, Rory, & Cynthia || October, 2020

Lirim: Lirim tossed his phone onto the table, smiling apologetically at his son. Their first outing with Charles. His first, that is. Bronwyn was another story.

“He said five’s fine,” Lirim called to Bronwyn. Paint was much more manageable than makeup, in his opinion. His son’s whiskers, made of his mother’s eyeshadow, would survive the next few hours. Aedan wouldn’t care or much notice. His ears were free. When was he going to develop a tail?

Bronwyn: “Five it is!” Bronwyn called back. She was deep in her makeup drawer looking for a tube of eyeliner that seemed to have disappeared. “Why didn’t I draw the whiskers on with eyeliner, they’re goin’ to smudge. Oh! Marie and Lydia have asked us to stop by their houses. No one in this city will have better treats.”

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