#i was so shaky i almost fell down the stairs when we got to the venue lol

[smileymoth]

Thinking about the Placebo concert last October when Brian walked on stage, lit an insence (to top off the fog machine), changed guitars after every song and drank from a massive round clay mug every now and then that he had to hold with 2 hands

He is a crystal mom at heart

And then suddenly after I had averted my eyes to my friend for 2 seconds to check if he was alright, a piano had appeared on stage. No idea how it got there it just vaporized out of thin air.

#placebo #brian molko #i was so shaky i almost fell down the stairs when we got to the venue lol #we made a joke w sly that bc there was the balcony thingy in the big hall brian would look n be like lmaaooo loser #collapses even before the thing begins #moth post

[luv4georgie]

this is what makes us girls.

slightly toxic!Daniel Ricciardo x female!reader

in which formula one star, Daniel Ricciardo, and his girlfriend, Y/n Y/l/n, go to a party to celebrate one of his 2024 wins (pretend) and drunk Daniel doesn’t realise he isn’t dancing with dear Y/n.

warnings: smoking, mean!Danny for a-bit, shouting (kinda), crying, fluffy towards the end (also kinda gaslighty?!)

NOT FROM READER NOR DANIEL’S PERSPECTIVE IT IS FROM A RANDOM GIRL!!!

“then she starts to cry, mascara running down her little bambi eyes”

it was pretty late. around 11pm, i’d say. i had been invited to this party by one of my friends, Y/n, you see… her boyfriend is a Formula One driver for… hm? i forgot the name but it is quite a long one. ah! Visa Cash App RB Formula One team. but let’s just call it.. RB for now.

as i was saying… it was late. around 11pm. i was looking for said driver and couldn’t really find him i just assumed he was somewhere in the middle of the massive crowd dancing with Y/n. i was wrong. sort of? he was dancing. in the middle of the crowd. but… not with Y/n. with a different girl. she was blonde and tall, around the same height as Daniel, and Y/n on the other hand was not. she was short and had (your/hair/colour) hair.

as i watched them dance -from the top of the balcony- in rhythm my eyes trailed along the people and spotted Y/n… she was standing there, absolutely furious. her eyes were glossy. she said something that i couldn’t hear nor read but i could tell she was talking to herself and her voice was shaky. she stood there watching. her bottom lip trembled and she left…

my eyes followed her as she ran out of the front door, her silky white dress flowing around her and her tight curls bouncing as she did so. a few seconds after she ran off i decided to go and find her. i walked, but quickly, down the stairs. “hey have you seen Y/n?” a thick Australian accent sounded in my ears. i just rolled my eyes and walked out the door.

i pulled my cigarettes and lighter out of my bra, lit one, took my heels off and put them down somewhere. i smoked and walked down the sandy path. i saw a girl. sat there. white silky dress. tight (your/hair/colour) curls. Y/n. her knees were pulled up to her chest and her chin rested on them. “Y/n?” i said. she whipped her head around, clearly unaware i was there, and wiped her tears quickly.

“oh Lana” she sniffled and laughed slightly at the same time. i took my cigarette from between my lips and sat down next to her on the cold sand. “what’s up sweet?” i asked. she just smiled and i noticed the black streaks down her face. “not much” she answered. i gave her a pointed look and raised my eyebrows. “ya sure?” i asked again, handing her my cigarette and letting her take a puff, then a tear rolled down her face. she just broke down into sobs that could rip a heart open. “oh Y/n” i said and wrapped my arms around her.

“Lana how i hate those guys” she said sobbing still. i buried my face into her curly hair and it smelt nice. “Y/n!” we heard. we both turned around to see the tall Australian. my eyes hardened when i saw him and my upper lip lifted, into a disgusted look. suddenly Y/n got up taking her heels with her. “what do you want?” she asked sternly. “why did you leave?” he asked almost jokingly. “because of you! because of your stupid fucking friends! because of that stupid fucking blondie!” she shouted at him. “what are you talking about!” he said, the question almost rhetorical. he knew exactly what she was talking about.

“im sorry” he said and walked over to her. she just let him. Y/n looked up at him unsure. he gave her a soft look which told her he was really sorry. she just sort of fell into his arms and stayed there. he lifted her up, grabbing the back of her thighs in the process. then he just looked up at me with a grin that told me he was not sorry. i was angry. so angry. but she was happy. but i just want to get her out of this mess. but i couldn’t. she wouldn’t listen anyway. but… after all… that’s what makes us girls.

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thanks for reading! ♥️

this is a-bit different to my other works but guys!! please tell me if you like it and sorry this whole story barley even makes sense.

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[lilian-writes-sins]

       𝑵𝒆𝒘 𝑩𝒖𝒈 𝒊𝒏 𝑻𝒐𝒘𝒏 PROLOGUE

“𝐼𝑡 𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑜 ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑒—

★ pairing: Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir x Reader

★ p.o.v: 3ʳᵈ person

★ prologue summary: After months of unsuccessfully trying to find Hawkmoth’s identity, Marinette Dupain-Cheng is faced with a different kind of challenge: moving house halfway across the world. Stressed about her situation, both as Marinette and as Ladybug, she puts off telling everyone the news. On her final day in Paris, she visits Master Fu, the holder of the Miracle Box, and gives back the Ladybug Miraculous entrusted to her. With a final goodbye to her old life, the Dupain-Cheng family leaves for New York, starting a new chapter in their lives.

★ tags: marinette leaves; weird magic headcanons to explain things; mentions of an Akuma attack

★ word count: 1,734

MASTERLIST

This day couldn’t have started better for Marinette Dupain-Cheng; for once, she wasn’t late for school, waking up earlier than her alarm, in fact. She didn’t rush her morning routine, there were no accidents consisting of tripping down the stairs or spilling food, and the girl was on her way to school in no time.

The school day was also quite nice, not as full of mishaps as it usually is. ‘It truly is miraculous!’ Marinette thought to herself as she walked across the street to her home, ‘Even Chloé didn’t bother me, actually, that was kind of weird’. The girl pushed open the front door to her home and was immediately greeted by her loving parents. It seemed like they were waiting for her.

       “Hey mom! Hey dad! What’s up?” Marinette asked.

       “Hi, honey, me and your father need to talk to you. You’re not in trouble, of course, but it is quite urgent. Here, let’s sit down,” Sabine, Marinette’s mother, gently stated.

The family goes to sit at their dining table. The young girl’s thoughts were running wild, and her hands were growing slightly cold and shaky.

       “So… what is it?”

       “… Well, ahem, your mother and I got a business offer that would help us move up in the world!” Tom replied.

       “Oh, well, that’s great, I don’t see a problem with it!” Marinette congratulated her parents, feeling elated for them.

       “Yes, it is great, but... we’ll have to move to the United States if we take this offer,” the girl’s mother finally spit out.

Time seemed to stop for a second, but for Marinette, that second felt like an eternity. She stood frozen in her seat, staring almost past her parents sitting in front of her. An uncomfortable, stuffy silence passed before Marinette stood up, her chair almost falling over.

       “But... but we can’t just leave! What about ME? What will I do when we move? I only have two years of school left; all my friends are here; and- and you’re telling me that I’ll just have to start over?” The girl felt her throat closing, unshed tears pooling in her eyes, and various thoughts swirling through her mind.

‘What about Ladybug? What will happen to Paris when she’s gone? Oh god, Chat Noir will be powerless against Hawkmoth all on his own!’ Marinette ran upstairs to her room, ignoring the worried shouts of her parents, who were pleading for her to come back.

The teen girl slammed her attic door shut and fell face first on her sofa, sobbing loudly. Tikki flew out of her bag, worried about her holder.

       “Please don’t cry, Marinette! Everything’s going to work out!” the kwami tried to comfort her.

       “But it won’t, Tikki! Everything’s turned upside down so suddenly, and I just can’t deal with it right now! I don’t even want to THINK about what to do about Ladybug! I don’t want to give you up, but there’ll be no other choice…” Marinette was inconsolable at the moment, so the kwami suggested the two get some rest.

       

       

       

       

       

The next morning, Marinette woke up late, silently thanked her good fortune that it was a Saturday, and headed downstairs to freshen up, trying to relieve her swollen eyes and face her parents.

       “Good morning, honey. Are you feeling better today?” her mother asked gently.

       “Morning, mom, yeah... I’m better,” the teen responded, searching through the cupboards for something to eat. “I mulled it over and... I’m fine with it. Obviously, it’s a big change, but if it’s going to make you and dad happy, then let’s do it!” Marinette smiled brightly. Just then, a thought popped into her head, “Uhm, mom? When exactly are we moving?”

       “Oh! Well, see, this was struck upon us quite suddenly, and we ourselves needed a bit of time to process it... so, we have a bit over a week to move,” her father coughed out quickly, coming into the room.

       “…WHAT? But- but that’s such a short amount of time!” the girl shouted, shocked by the news, though she deflated just as swiftly, “I would’ve thought we had more time, not- not a week...”

       “Well, don’t you worry,” Marinette’s father rubbed her shoulder reassuringly, “a week is quite enough time if we start now!”

       

       

       

       

       

       

       

That week, the teen girl didn’t know how to break the news to her friends, especially Alya. She kept putting it off until her very last day of school. Marinette rushed to class on Friday with a box of macarons her dad had made and a few hand-crafted bracelets and charms in hand. She tripped a few times along the way but made it to class just in time.

The school day was quite ordinary, though a bit chilly from the crisp early December air. As school ended, she broke the news to her friends. Tears were shed, lungs were nearly crushed from tight embraces, and heartfelt goodbyes were shared. Alya, Nino and Adrien could only watch sadly as their friend left for home.

       

       

       

       

       

Unfortunately, her last day in Paris was also the same day Hawkmoth decided to send out one of his Akumas to terrorize the city — a deranged farewell of sorts, the girl pondered as she ran for cover. She swiftly transformed into Ladybug and, with the help of Chat Noir, took down the villain in no time.

The two heroes were about to part ways. The heroine asked her partner if he could meet her on top of the Eiffel Tower after re-transforming. Of course, the feline-themed hero eagerly agreed. As they met up, Chat looked at his lady with anticipation, but then she broke the news.

       “…Chaton… I don’t- I have... to leave Paris, and I don’t think I will ever return.” Ladybug couldn’t look her partner in the eyes, not ready to see the expression on his face.

Chat Noir looked like he was about to break down, but he calmed himself and went to comfort his distressed friend. The teen boy promised her to continue protecting their beloved city and become partners with the next Ladybug Miraculous holder.

And so, the pair of heroes, partners, and friends hugged and bumped their fists together before parting ways for the last time.

       “Pound it!”

       

       

       

       

       

The heroine leapt across the rooftops, intent on heading home, before remembering one more person she had to visit, perhaps the most important one. Swiftly changing directions, Marinette hid behind a dumpster in an empty alleyway, then walked the rest of the way to Master Fu’s residence, the cold air nipping at the apples of her cheeks. The teen girl opened the door and saw Wang Fu with his back turned before he addressed her.

       “Hello, Marinette, what brings you here today?” asked Master Fu.

The girl stood in the doorway with Tikki by her side, unsure of how to break the news to him. She went to stand by him, and the old man turned to face her as she spoke.

       “Uhm… Master, I should’ve probably told you this earlier, but... I- I’m leaving Paris permanently.”

       “My, that is of importance...” Fu replied, walking away from Marinette, looking through his dresser, opening a couple of drawers, searching for something unknown to her, “You do understand that you cannot take the Miraculous with you, right?”

       “Aha!” It seems that he found whatever he was looking for.

       “Of course, Master, I’ve accepted it as much as I could,” the girl replied, confused but not questioning him.

       “Alright, then, to sever the soul ties between you and Tikki, you must take this.” As he spoke, he handed her a small fabric bag.

Marinette stood there, eyebrows raised, confused out of her mind, wondering just what the hell was inside. Master Fu noticed her gaze.

       “This bag contains a secret blend of herbs and spices to help you recover quickly from the aftermath of the separation. Though it is not lethal, all holders feel as if they have lost a piece of themselves. The bond between a holder and their Kwami hurts more or less, depending on your connection.”

       “Will I still be able to remember any of this?” Marinette asked.

       “Yes, you will. Only the memories will become murky as time goes on. You will not remember secret information, only a blurry picture,” the elder replied.

       “…oh…”

Master Fu handed her a cup of steaming liquid, presumably the very herbs he had been talking about.

       “Drink up, this will help you reduce most of the symptoms in advance.”

Marinette did as instructed, gulping down the hot liquid, her throat confused by the oddly tropical yet spicy and sour blend of flavors. After setting the cup aside with a sigh, the girl turned to face a strangely quiet Tikki.

The pair looked at each other, committing themselves to memory for what was definitely the last time. All the time they had spent bonding was gone so suddenly, as if someone had pulled the brakes at the last possible second. The little creature gave in first, flying over to Marinette’s face and hugging her as far as her little limbs could let her. The girl embraced her back almost instantly, her eyes welling up with tears.

       “I’ll miss you so, so much, Tikki...”

       “I will miss you too, Marinette, you will always be one of my favorite holders.”

Shaky hands reached up to the earrings — such unsuspecting little jewels, yet they held so much power within them. The girl removed the backings from the rest of the earrings and watched as her beloved friend disappeared into them with a bright pink light, the black studs reverting to their iconic red and black spotted theme. Marinette stared at the two pieces in her palm longingly before handing them over to Master Fu.

       “Be very careful over the next few weeks. A splitting headache is the most common symptom after separation. Drink this tea blend twice a day. You should feel better after a month,” he said, putting the Miraculous back into the Miracle Box.

Another farewell was spoken that day, and with it went another piece of her old life.

       

       

       

       

       

Early in the morning, the Dupain-Cheng family left for the airport, their home empty and barren, a shell of what it used to be, now left behind. As they boarded the plane, Marinette sat in the window seat and looked out the window.

       “Goodbye, Paris… I’ll miss you,” she murmured softly.

MASTERLIST | next chapter

★ author's note: This is a re-write of the original chapter!

★ taglist: @leafanonsforest; @ok-boke; @they2luv1naia; @mytaiyakeylover;

#★.lilian writes #adrien agreste x reader #chat noir x reader #miraculous ladybug x reader #cat noir x reader #mlb x reader #gn!reader

[mooncakesofpan]

2,229 Miles

Billy Hargrove x Male!Reader

Summary: the Hargrove-Mayfield house hold maybe wasn't moving just to start over away from Max’s dad.

Warnings: Angst, strong language, Slurs, Reader gets manhandled (not by Billy), Neil's terrible and abusive parenting, Friends to lovers, He/Him pronouns, Violence, homophobia  

Word Count: 1.3K

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No one batted an eye at the close friendship that's been alive since 2nd grade when you decided you decided that a juice box and some cheese Tid Bit’s your mom packed for you. Of course, a lot of people had stopped being friends by the time 6th grade came around and Billy was beating the ass of anyone who looked at him the wrong way. Yet there you were being the friend having to reel him in. 

That day would always be fresh in your mind the first time Billy beat the shit out of a kid at school. Billy's fist had continued to pound into the face of Mike Campbell as everyone had tried to get Billy to stop punching the brunette on the floor who had commented on Billy’s mom leaving. No one could get him to stop while they were out on the school’s black top, except for you who with no fear tackles Billy off of Mike knowing he would be in more trouble if he had done any more damage than the black eye mike was sporting and the bloody nose that didn't seem to be broken. you could never forget the tears in Billy's eyes as he roughly wiped his eyes,

“He said, I'm probably the reason my mom left,” the 11-year-old said voice shaky,

“He shouldn't have said that to you,” your voice filled with sympathy.

Your family has been very close to Billy’s mom and your family offered her support when she needed it but she never told them where she was going but that she’d be back for Billy. that last part turned out to be a lie. Eventually, both of you were picked up Billy's dad was mad and yours was more confused about why they had to bring their son home even though he wasn't technically a part of the fight.

Billy acting out only ever got worse with the things going on at home, but you knew your friend was suffering and there wasn't much you could do for him, other than being there for you. When freshmen year hit, you and billy ended up in classes together still determined not to be split up. and for the most part, you didn't the only issue for you was you had fallen for Billy you fell back in 8th grade for your best friend, the boy who was in your life because of a cheese cracker. When the middle of freshmen year came and the truth came spilling out your mouth during a conversation about some of the girls in your class talking to Billy and throwing themselves at Him. You were jealous but you weren't gonna say anything till Billy asked why you were so quiet recently, while the two of you were in your room working changing your wheels on your skateboard.

“Because I'm fucking in love with you and constantly have these girls coming up to me all the time trying to be my friend to get close to you in hopes that you will fuck them,” you ramble.

 You were panicking about the fact you just confessed to your best friend not knowing how he would react. but before you knew could continue to ramble on with an apology Billy's lips were against yours. 

”Billy you know we can't tell anyone, especially your dad,” you said pulling away.

“I know it can be a secret,” he says leaning back in.

And that's what it was for a good few years then Neil married Susan and her and her daughter Max moved into the house, meaning much more sneaking around for the both of you. The first time you met Max you were leaving the house after you and Billy could have a bit of alone time again.

You walked down the stairs shrugging on the leather jacket you wore and almost ran into the young girl “uh hi,” she says surprised to see me in her house.

“hi I'm Y/n Billy’s friend,” you say shaking her hand.

“oh uh, I'm Max,”

“nice to meet you Max, Billy’s in his room if your curious,” and with that, you were out the door.

Max grew to like you the most out of Billy's you were nice, not as disturbing as the dirty blonde as you came around the house she realized how much you brought out the best in Billy and you tell him off for being mean to Max. and for the most part he would ease up on her.

Until Everything came crashing down.

you and Billy knew that you'd have to be careful and you two had been for a good 4 years but it was a spring day and you thought Neil and Susan were out and they weren't supposed to be home till later that night.

you and Billy were in his room in his bed his hand on your cheek and kissing you deeply the sounds of Metallica blasting in the background but you missed the sound of the door opening downstairs and Neil coming to Billy’s door the both of you two absorbed with each other to hear Neil pounding on the door suddenly slammed open, Leaving the both of you to jump apart.

 “I knew I couldn't trust you, and your little faggot ass,” Neil said grabbing you by the collar of your leather jacket 

”I Should have thrown you out of my house when the rumors first started should have kept you from my son” Neil kept yelling dragging you down the stairs you were struggling to fight against the Professional security guard.

He pulled you up so you were more standing at his front door “if I see you back here, I will kill you got it” you glared at him ”Got. it.” he repeated,

you got saliva collected in your mouth and with Neil being so close you spat in his face causing him to let you go

 “You. Little.- Get back here,” you were already running down the street your boots hitting the concrete. you and Billy spent more time in secret spots. Him saying he would hang out with his other friends and he would so they could give him an alibi but the day that broke you was the day Billy told you his dad decided they were moving almost immediately after Billy and You had been found in his room.

“Y/n we gotta talk,” Billy says

You were sitting on the beach it was the place you two would go during the summer to chill it was relatively peaceful.

You look at him eyes filled with fear maybe he was breaking up with you.

“My dads moving us to Indiana, something about a fresh start,” Billy said pushing around the sand. the sadness evident in your eyes you were the one person he felt like actually loved him.

“I'm sorry, this probably wouldn't have been happening if I had listened harder” ”don't blame yourself please,” Billy says running his hand there his hair. ” I plan to come back after I graduate, I can't expect you to wait for me but ill be back,” he said looking out to the water.

”that what 2000 and something miles,”

“2,229…” he said with a sigh.  ”Maybe I can visit we can do it in secret or- maybe we can, ” The words and ideas came spewing out your mouth in incoherence, as tears started down your face.

“hey it's okay ill write, call, even drive back down here and everything” of course you knew him driving wasn't gonna be an option Neil would have your head on a pike if billy drove down here. but the day before he left he showed up on your doorsteps. The knock on your door was rushed and the curly mullet pushed you back in your house slightly his lips quickly connecting with yours.

“we're gonna make it that 2229 miles alright, baby,” he said pretty blue eyes looking at you with adoration hands cupping your face. you nod tears rolling down your face.

#billy hargrove #billy hargrove angst #billy hargrove fluff #billy hargove x reader #billy hargrove x male reader #stranger things x male reader #stanger things fanfic #stranger things x reader #fanfic #male reader #x male reader #x reader

[seasinkarnadine]

@redswan12

Undead tissue doesn’t heal the same way living skin does. The body’s natural responses are stymied, so without magic it takes an absolute age for injuries to recover. On the other hand, one can continue moving whence the living might be debilitated with pain. It’s been a long time since Laudna felt the pain of being alive. Her left leg drags awkwardly behind her as she stumbles through the inn’s front door.

“Excuse me–terribly sorry,” she murmurs as she maneuvers through the busy crowd. “Oops–! Let me clean that for you.” She prestidigitates the woman’s dress in apology. “You look ravishing in that, by the way.”

It’s a relief to finally reach the stairs. 

Between the railing and her good leg she manages an awkward hop-skip-drag up, one step at a time. There’s a long look from a dragonborn who passes her on his way down, but nobody halts her progress. Thank goodness. 

Her hands are shaking so it takes a few tries before she gets the key into the lock. It’s empty. The others must still be gathering their supplies. That’s probably for the best.

It takes a few minutes of digging through her supplies but she comes up with a spool of red thread. There’s black in there somewhere, but she likes how the red looks against her skin. Almost like she has actual blood. 

“Oi! Put me onna table, all this swingin’ about’s gon’ make me sick!” Ah. Oops. 

“Sorry, Pâté.” She unhooks him from her belt and settles him against her pack.

“They gotcha pretty good huh?” He tilts his head to get a better look at her.

“Oh, damn. Am I quite a mess?”

“‘Fraid so.” She doesn’t have any mirrors so it’s difficult to do a proper assessment. Imogen probably has one… no, it would be rude to go digging through her things.

"I suppose we will have to do what we can." 

"Ye, get the one on yer hip, yer leakin' all o'er the floor!"

"Dear. So I am." It's not difficult to hike up her skirt; the villagers slashed right through it with their scythes. Seems like they cut through tendons, too. Otherwise her hip dislocated when she fell. She'll have a poke at it later.

"Little to the right and they'd have got your lady bits," Pâté notes.

"How gruesome that would've been," Laudna chuckles. Her shaky hands steady some as she weaves the needle through her skin. 

"I betcha it would look like ground meat. Is Imogen inta that?"

"Pâté," she scolds gently.

"Right, sorry." 

She finishes stitching her hip back together, and then moves on to her wrists. She used them to cover her head so they unfortunately took quite the beating.

The door slams open, causing Laudna to startle about 6 feet in the air.

“Assholes,” Imogen spits, unbuckling her harness and tossing it onto the bed. “Laudna?” She turns, but her eyes don’t land quite right. “Why you sittin’ here in the dark?”

“Oh! Seems I rather lost track of time.” She gently folds her skirt over her hip. When had the sun set? “Darling, what happened?” Now that she’s paying attention, Laudna can feel the agitated hum of Imogen’s mind hovering at the edge of her consciousness 

“Small-minded country folk is what happened.” Imogen busies herself with lighting the lamps in their room. “It took me fuckin’ three hours to find a shop that even carried the griffon feathers and when I did the shopkeep took one look at my arms an’ hair and pretended he didn’ even see me! Every time someone new’d show up he’d talk to them before me! And-and then! When I finally did get his attention, he said he didn’t have the feathers, like they weren’t just sittin’ out on the front of the table for everyone to see!”

“What if I went back with you? I’m sure the two of us together could find a way to…persuade him to part with the goods.”

“No, thank you,” Imogen sighs. “I got the feathers in the end–Laudna!” Imogen’s eyes go wide as she turns to look at Laudna for the first time since entering the room.

“What happened?!” 

“What? Where?” Her form of dread prickles at her skin as she searches for the cause of Imogen’s alarm.

“Sweetheart, no. Your face…” 

“Oh.” Her magic settles down. “Is it bad?” The grim set to Imogen’s jaw is at odds with the tender way she cups Laudna’s cheek. 

“Who did this to you.” Something flutters up Laudna’s spine at the dangerous husk in Imogen’s voice.

“I-I took a tumble down some stairs–”

“How’d you fall down stairs?”

“I was in a hurry–”

“Why were you in a hurry?”

“Some of the townsfolk mistook me for a ghoul.” Imogen’s mind stops buzzing and picks up a tapping rhythm instead. She’s asking to be let in. Laudna does not deny her. laudna could never deny her.

I’m gonna fucken’ killem–

No, no, it’s alright. They pushed me into a river–

They pushed you into a river–!

–and I’m pretty sure they think they killed me. They won’t come after me. It’s alright.

Alright?! You coulda drowned!

Darling, I don’t need to breathe. Past the first bend the river was quite calm, really. It was easy to swim out. I dried myself and sneaked back here.

Imogen stands back, her hands balled into fists. Laudna doesn’t need the mental connection to know that fury is blazing bright and hot.

“I’m gonna burn this place to the fucken’ ground.”

“Dear you know I fully support whatever you want to do, but can’t we take a rest, first? I’m exhausted.” She’s beautiful when she’s angry (she’s beautiful all the time), but the townsfolk don’t deserve Imogen’s wrath. They saw Laudna and they were scared. They wanted to protect what they loved.  She can’t fault them for that. After all, if Imogen were in danger, Laudna would do whatever was necessary.

You are far too generous to the world, Imogen sighs. Her body relaxes, her fists unfurling. And far too sweet to me. She sits down on the bed.

“Hand me the jar with the–what’s it called, arcina.” They spend the rest of the evening tending to Laudna’s injuries together. As a team.

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[myveryownfanfiction]

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

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warnings: no way home spoilers, talk of death, swearing

The manor seemed awfully empty this time of day. Harry was at the apartment with Peter and Norman was out God knew where doing God knew what as the Green Goblin. Running a hand down my face, I went into his office to see if there had been a sighting. It seemed too odd that there hadn’t been anything on the news or posted on the Daily Bugle about his antics.

“Come on Norman. Give me a sign.” I mumbled to myself. I checked my phone and saw there was a voicemail from the man in question.

‘Hi (Y/N). Haha I hate this you know that. But I had this feeling I should do this. Call you and leave a voicemail I mean. I love you. I do. You’re the best thing that ever happened to me. I’m so damn glad I got to marry you. I don’t know what’s going to happen tonight but at least you’ll have this if something goes wrong. I never know with him. If you get this, and I come home tonight, we’re going to get rid of him. No matter what he says. I love you too much to keep putting you through this. I love you my darling.’

I swallowed thickly as I pulled the phone away from my ear. Pulling out my own phone, I called Harry.

“Harry? Have you seen your dad?” My voice shook as I spoke.

“No. It’s just me tonight.” He said. I closed my eyes and willed my voice to remain steady. Norman had shared Peter’s secret with me when he had found out.

“Peter out again tonight? Whoever it is, they’re incredibly lucky.” Harry chuckled, ignoring my shaky voice.

“Nah. He doesn’t have someone. I don’t know where he goes at night. But that’s his business.” I gripped the edge of Norman’s desk.

“You alright by yourself?” The question was just so I could bring an end to this conversation before going out into the city find Norman.

“Yeah. I always am.” There were papers moving on Harry’s end. “Doing some homework. Hope you find dad before he gets into trouble.” He laughed at his own joke.

“I hope so too.” I tried to joke back. “Talk to you later Harry.” I hung up and turned towards the door, quickly making my way through the mansion towards the front door. I just got off the stairs and was searching for my shoes when I heard movement upstairs.

“(Y/N)?” I spun around so quickly I almost gave myself whiplash.

“Norman!” I ran back up the stairs and collided with him as he quickly wrapped his arms around me. “Oh thank God.” I pulled back and cupped his face, pulling him towards me to kiss him with everything I had. Norman responded eagerly. Breaking away, he leaned his head against mine and held me tightly.

“I love you. So damn much.” He whispered. I responded with a peck to his cheek.

“I love you too. I got your voicemail.” Norman nodded as his eyes searched mine. “Don’t ever do that to me again. I was full on panicking.” Norman kissed me.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” He ran his fingers through my hair. “I was supposed to die. Tonight. That feeling I had was right. It was going to be bad.” I pulled back from him in fear.

“You….what?” I shook my head as I gripped his shirt. Tears started to form in my eyes.

“I was supposed to die. But don’t worry. I’m fine.” He gripped my hands, pushing them further against his chest. “This is going to sound…well to you absolutely amazing. To anyone else completely nuts.” He started to gently pull me in the direction of our room. We sat down on the bed as he pressed a kiss to my knuckles. “I got pulled to another dimension.” My mouth fell open. Norman wiped my tears away.

“So the multiverse theory we’ve been working on…” I looked up at him with wide eyes.

“All true. As far as I can tell, there’s at least two other universes. Much like this one.” He smiled at me as I got excited.

“How do you know there’s another aside from this one and the one you were pulled to?” His smile turned into a smirk.

“There were three Peter Parker’s. Ours. One from the world I was pulled to. And a third.” I gasped and squeezed his hands.

“Three universes! All pulled into one! That’s amazing!” Norman laughed as I grew more and more excited. “And what about you? What were you like?” Norman’s face fell.

“I didn’t exist in that one. Neither did Harry.” My excitement dropped. “You did though. You…you were brilliant. I found you. You took me to that world’s Peter. Just like here you were studying the multiverse. So I wasn’t entirely a surprise, going off about OSCORP and it being the wrong Peter.” He kissed my cheek.

“Of course I was.” I rolled my eyes and directed my attention to our intertwined hands, fully expecting him to go on about how great I was in more than one universe.

“They cured me you know.” My eyes snapped up to meet his. “The three Peters. They cured me. No more Goblin.” I cupped his cheeks and his hands came up with encircle my wrists.

“They did something we were only in a theoretical stage of doing?” He nodded. “That’s…thats….” Norman smiled at me.

“Amazing?” I nodded before I kissed him. “We’ll have to run tests but I’m pretty sure he’s gone for good. And if not maybe there’s enough of the serum they used tonight left in my system that we can replicate it.” Norman kissed my forehead. “And the best part is, I’m alive. Things changed. I won’t be going out every night. We can finally have the life I promised you.” I laughed as I leaned against him.

“You already gave me the life you promised me.” I gazed up at him from where my head was resting against his chest. “Ever since the day we met. But now I get the best thing in the world.”

“And what’s that?” Norman rested his head against mine, just enjoying the feeling of being together.

“More time with you.” I smiled up at him and he smiled back.

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[whumpy-writings]

Solitary Confinement

Febuwhump 2024 Day 2

The Dhampir Files Masterlist

CW: Non-con drugging, abusive parents (whumpees are adults), failed escape attempt, solitary confinement, sensory deprivation

Cal tried to sit up when he heard the footsteps on the stairs. He only made it halfway before he was swamped by dizziness and fell back to the floor. He groaned. Whatever he'd been drugged with was strong.

Father opened the door to the cell and set Renn down next to him. Cal's heart skipped a beat when he saw Renn's tears.

"Rest, you two. We'll be back later." Father closed and locked the door behind him. Cal watched him disappear back up the stairs before he spoke.

"Are you okay?"

Renn sniffled, cleared his throat, and then sighed. "Besides the drugs and the fact that our parents are going to treat us as their personal science experiment, I'm doing great."

"We need to get out of here."

"No shit. But we're not going anywhere right now."

Cal lowered his voice. "Once the drugs have worn off, we'll have a chance. There's two of us and two of them. Even odds. If we take them by surprise, we should be able to overpower them and escape."

Renn let out a shaky breath. "What if we fail?"

"What if we don't try?" Cal shot back. "I for one do not want to spend the rest of my life locked up in the basement, subjected to gods know what."

"I'm just so scared," Renn whispered.

"Hey, it'll be okay. I'll take care of you. You're my little brother, after all."

Renn cracked a small smile. "I thought I was an old man now?"

Cal snorted. "I'm still older than you. You'll always be little to me."

It had been almost an entire day since they had been drugged. Their parents had come check on them once or twice, but that was it.

"Help!" Cal screamed. "Help!"

Renn lay motionless on the floor. Cal suppressed the grin as footsteps pounded down the steps. Things were going perfectly.

"He won't wake up!"

Father swore as he and Mother tore across the room to the cell.

"Please, I don't think he's breathing." Cal worked a sob into his voice. "Please help him."

Father unlocked the door and knelt down next to Renn. Mother stayed outside. No, she was supposed to come in too. Cal was hit by the first flash of uncertainty. But then he steeled his jaw and took a deep breath. This would work. It had to.

"How long has he been like this?" Father asked. He didn't get a response. Renn bolted upright, slamming his head into his chin. At the same time Cal bolted out of the cell and tackled Mother to the floor.

Renn ran out of the cell, Father momentarily dazed. Cal scrambled off Mother and sprinted toward the stairs, Renn close behind him.

Cal took the stairs two at a time. They had gotten through the hardest part. Now they just had to get outside and make it to the forest.

"Stop them!" Mother cried. Cal didn't bother looking back. He grabbed the doorknob and burst through the door. Only to run right into someone. The person wrapped their arms around his torso and slammed him against the wall. The wind knocked out of him, but he barely had time to gasp before something hit his head and he crumpled into unconsciousness.

Cal awoke with a start. Everything was dark. He was laying curled up on his side on a cold stone floor.

"Hello?" His voice echoed off the stone walls. "Renn, are you there?"

No response. Cal winced as he pushed himself to sitting. It was so dark he couldn't see his hand in front of his face. He tentatively reached out. His fingers found a stone wall. His head pounded, but he slowly mapped the room by touch. It was small, barely long enough for him to lay down. There was a wooden door at one end. Cal pushed on it. It was solid. He ran his hands across the door. If he could just find the doorknob, maybe he could figure out how to get out.

"Fuck!" Cal slammed his hands against the door. There was no doorknob. The door was completely solid, save for a tiny slot at the bottom which he assumed was to deliver food. He got onto his belly and pushed his hand through the opening. He felt around, but all there was was more stone. He couldn't get his elbow through the opening. I'm trapped. Cal let out a frustrated sob. They had been so close. He and Renn had almost been free. He withdrew his hand from the slot and sat back against the wall, knees pulled up to his chest.

He sat like that for hours, listening to his shaky breaths and the beating of his heart. He hoped Renn was alright. Maybe he had made it. Even as he had the thought he shook it off. Renn wouldn't have left him. If Cal was still stuck in this hell, Renn was too.

Cal awoke with a jolt to something sliding into his cell.

"Hey! Let me out of here!" He pounded on the door to no avail. He could just hear the retreating footsteps. "Fuck you!" he screamed.

He hated this. He hated being stuck alone in this dark fuckin' room. He hated not having his brother next to him. Cal reached down and found a small tray with what felt like a bit of bread and cheese. His anger boiled. He didn't want any of their fuckin' food. He pushed the tray back through the slot.

Cal sat with his elbows resting on his knees, fingers tangled in his hair, and screamed.

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[ananyawrts]

Both of us were devils.

Betrayer, that’s what you are.

A cruel and inhumane betrayer.

The way my hands slipped the golden curved wine glass from my hands and spilled the richly sour wine down the throne and the way your eyes lighted up in delight and lust for my deserved seat as it got empty with my body falling downwards, the very seat carved with diamonds and ivory, I had watched it all with my bloodshot eyes.

your hands were joined together as a sly smile took over your face and my eyes watched it, realizing your deception with my heart dropping from my chest to my stomach. I felt my chest tightening and my veins paining inside my body.

My pulses were accelerating and my hands felt electric.

I had difficulty forming words on my tongue as my body fell down a flight of marble polished stairs but my eyes remained on you.

Millions of thoughts crossed my mind, millions of memories crossed my mind, millions of your unkept promises crossed my mind.

Slowly, you walked forward and towards with a grin on your face and my eyes were dropping low due to your intoxicating poison in my red wine but I wanted to see you, see your win over your victory, see you watch me drown in my own blood, see your smile stretch across your face.

My body was on the ground and my hands fell on either side as I coughed up my gory blood, a bile forming inside my throat from the words I wanted to speak out but couldn’t.

“Your trust in me to reveal your royal secrets was brave, my dear friend.” 

You had bent down to my face, caressing my pale lifeless face and whispering those words to my ears. But I couldn't reply since my lips felt sealed with disbelief.

My eyes tried to stay awake as the chandelier’s yellow light above me almost blinded my vision.

A cough left my mouth as my legs felt stuck and tied to the renaissance rug below me and you had got up, eyes on me as you had passed by me and walked towards my seat.

 I could feel your excitement and desire growing.

I could feel how your hands ached to grasp my throne, the throne shone brightly and glowed to your eyes like a jewel treasure found on a dark night.

I could feel how your legs hurry like my heartbeat towards it.

“But… why?” 

My voice felt breathy and shaky since my eyes searched for a witness who had watched as the scene unfold, but none.

Then a soft laugh escaped my lips at the realization,

You were a genius and I was a fool for your charms, you were a devil and I was your worshiper, you were a sinner and I was your saint, you were my master who I had followed and I was your puppet whose strings you played with.

You raised my soul high in the sky but when it was time to leave, you didn’t hesitate to drop me down from the sky, just like you did to drop me from my throne.

My ego and anger clashed,  how could you and how dare you?

“Innocence is not appreciated much in this world, my friend. So let me appreciate your naivety and innocence today as I sit on your throne, proud and hopeful to do so. You don’t know how my nights I slept, waiting just for this moment, yes we had our fair share of laughter and promises but for power and glory, who wouldn’t be a madman? Tell me! You were too at one point in your life, right?”

You replied nonchalantly and my blood boiled and my words aroused as I laid down on the floor, my throat dry and my tears sticky on my cheeks. I was unable to move but my soul inside burned with the raw ignition of fire.

“But, I trusted you with all my heart, with my position! I had lent my secrets to your wicked ears just to get spilled out at the last minute. Didn’t our friendship stop you from acquiring your plot on betraying me? Didn’t my belief and faith in you stop you from acquiring your plot on stealing my throne?” 

“See, that’s where you are mistaken, my dear. To be frank, my mind was consumed from the thoughts of acquiring the throne from the start. You had forgotten the life spent in misery and poverty which you had spent and when people are shown hope, they want to grab it like a star in the sky and paint it on their chest, wide and open. Your power and glory had shown me hope to claim it for myself, selfish as you might call me, my motives were clear the moment I had laid my eyes on you and on the kingdom, i am sure you are familiar and related with these sentences.”

You sat on my throne, a satisfied laugh left your mouth and a sharp whimper left from mine, disbelief and distrust closed the walls around me which I had made a mistake of letting you in. The palace was empty but your heart wasn’t, i knew how happiness looked on you and I could imagine your face as your hands had quickly grasped onto my throne and your body placed itself on it.

You had curved your lips into a smile, legs crossed with pride, head leaned back from satisfaction. I could sense it because i had felt it often too.

“This is wrong. What you have done is wrong, James. If people get to know, they will kill you for it! Kill you for killing their ruler! Kill you for your sins.” 

My breathing was shallow and a breathy cough left my mouth again as I whispered those words with my drowsy eyes closed. I gasped for air and gasped it again when my lungs felt trapped inside my body. forcing my body to face him, my body felt numb with sharp pain and my stomach troubled with a mixture of pain and malice created for him.

“then you should have been killed already and also, what is wrong and what is right, my friend? If not something people created to shape others' minds. If not something, people created by their poor experiences and warned others to not face the same fate as them. In this world, we are not the ones to decide what’s right and wrong, we humans have created these morals and principles which we abide by thoroughly and expect others to abide by too.” he leans forward and scoffs before continuing,

“People are not the same, you can’t expect people to turn from sinners to saints like you did. we are humans of greed and desires. No matter how much you call yourself a good man, there is a darkness lurking within your soul, a devil hiding within your goodness. No human was born great, people made them feel great about themselves due to their status or virtue. people often require other people with greater power to fulfill their incomplete wishes because they themselves weren’t able to do so thus they behave a little friendly and when times comes or when opportunity hits, they grab their opportunity without thinking twice and use their innocence as a weapon for their needs, a simple philosophy.” 

He explains with a sly smirk on his face and I want to grab a sword and ruin it until it bleeds out just like my blood.

By the time he completed his sentence, my blood flowed from the rug to the spilled red wine and was slowly diffusing and mixing with it, creating a maroon color on the piece of rug.

The same expression crossed my face like his did.

I knew I was on the verge of dying, it was sudden and unexpected but isn’t life as unexpected as death is?

“Your reason for-for killing me is quite self-centered, I didn't know you were just after my glory, I knew other viscounts and subjects were but you were least expected. Very well, pretending to be my friend and my well-wisher when you just wanted to see my downfall. Wonderful.” 

I chuckle,

“What will you say if someone questions why I died? Since you are close-closest companion, they would be sure to ask you first.” 

My throat chokes up those words and my lips form a smile as it closes.

“Me? Oh yeah, i forgot about the acting which i got to start now.” 

He clears his throat and smiles wickedly at me before I watch how the expressions on his face change into quick panicked one. The fake surprise and concern on his face looked so true and real that my attention didn’t avert, he was a good actor too, no wonder his lies worked on me.

“I will tell them the genuine truth about you but with more drama like, ‘oh sire! I have to confess something about our dear king, our beloved ruler. I regret and it pains me quite a lot saying it out loud but circumstances have forced me too… It aches my heart to speak out that the king isn’t from the true bloodline of our rulers and that he was adopted from a secret orphanage in our town since the high queen was infertile to give birth to a true heir. His parents had kept it a secret that Oliver the king was not originally their blood for the sake of ruling the kingdom until they died. If you don’t believe me, I have the proof! They are hidden deep inside the king’s cabinets in the right wing of the kingdom, the information about his true parents and their identities, the king had personally said it to me! and since I am the king’s dearest friend and brother and you need to have a right ruler henceforth, make me your ruler and let me rightfully rule your kingdom without committing  a single sin like your king had done and also as for the death of our king, he had died due to over drinking of alcohol these days. he had been quite distress about his adoption since he learned it only a few days back, he couldn’t accept the truth and hence… he left us with only his crown left behind.”

His expressions changed from the sadness and into a quickened smile and sparkly eyes and a soft sigh leaves my mouth as i consume all the words he just spoke out, the secrets which he would confess about me which i had kept a great interest and trust. he would make a great king in my kingdom for sure, his white lies and his act was all so convincing that my heart raced in sudden fear though i tried to deny it. The truth would ruin my whole reputation and not only mine but my parents too. 

“How was my acting, dear friend!?” James exclaimed and questioned me and I was speechless with only silent tears leaving my eyes.

Wow, he would actually reveal the truth of my heritage for the throne, the thing I had trusted him most with. Whatever he said was true that I wasn't the true king to the kingdom but I deeply cared about my subjects like no ruler did, but people would forget that once the truth would be out. 

The people would forget the once good king and remember him as a liar and a conman for ruling the kingdom while lying about his heritage, people’s minds would be corrupted, thankfully due to James's incredible acting and my grave secret. but he had left out a part because he and i both knew how messed up it was. my hands trembled at the thought of him confessing those truths out too, and the look on people’s face, disgusted snickers and widened eyes. but it was some pretty dark truth I had drunkenly confessed to him one night.

james kept quiet as a lone tear left his left eye, he realized that i knew what he was talking about.

his cold and stern face blankly stared at mine despite i could sense he had billions of emotions rushing inside his chest as he waited for me to think more about it.

I tried to kill my childhood friend at the orphanage who was my age, to claim the position and people’s attention when I was young, he was initially first adopted for being the heir before me. I tried to kill him with the kitchen knife until his body had numerous fresh scars and his eyes drained out of tears and with my stubby fingers just so his mouth would shut down all the truths on a night before his adoption by the royals but he had escaped from my hands and went missing from the silent town, so my plan went into vain. I was abandoned by my parents and a life of loneliness wasn’t being handled by me alone. I wanted to be chosen. I was young and desperate but I realized I was wrong after entering into the kingdom’s door. I wanted to experience the riches and power like many kids like me wanted to at the orphanage that time and the royals had no choice but to adopt me since i had a black hair and green eyes like my friend who i had tried to murder but had escaped for the fear of his life. but soon, when I was held on top of the world, I started respecting people for that and started serving people with all my heart, forgetting what of an injustice I had done to the naïve boy.

my guilt started eating me alive as I processed my past again, re-lived my traumatic past again and again. those sparkly green eyes of the boy whose life i had threatened to kill, scarred him just for the sake of getting adopted, those sparkly eyes which got lit up at the thought of getting adopted, the lost friend of mine held my hand that night and told me how desperately he wanted to become the future king and bring back his father’s land back to his faraway family righteously and all his other desires for becoming a true ruler.

but i had tried to kill him for my own greed for getting known, ruined him for my pleasure and desperation while suppressing his truth.

karma had it’s eye on me too, just like his. no matter how much i had changed, i forgot that my past would haunt me back in different ways. 

like, he is what i was. he dreamt of things i had dreamt too, he shares the same soul as mine does, dark and silent.

fuck it.

It was all planned out from the start to expose that I was an illegitimate child of the king and queen and lure me into my own death by the hatred of my dear subjects, after the truth would be out.

It would be better to die now than die out of hatred of people who once respected me.

A chuckle leaves my mouth as I raise my hands and clap them against each other, creating a loud sound against the cold four walls of my kingdom, praising him for his brain and manipulation.

Trusting him was the most foolish thing I had done in my life. I should’ve listened to the king and queen when they kept me away from him during his arrival as a advisor to the high king to palace, but his warm eyes and his trap of laughter, affection and attention made me follow his path, naively as he would say.

I heard that his birth was a mystery but he was believed to be a son of a peasant and was often snickered and disgusted upon, but I treated him as my equal without knowing he had an eye on my place from the start of our friendship.

Brilliant, just brilliant.

He laughs out and claps his hand in excitement.

“Such a good actor, friend and a blackmailer you are, i couldn’t expect anything less from you. Brilliant job, my friend. Lovely to know how I am dying, this horribly on the ground. I hope you have got what you had always wanted too, you bastard!” I say with immense bitterness and sarcasm in my tone.

“it always mine to have, to begin with, my lovely friend.” he replied with a smirk on his face and my head titled a little in confusion, what? 

what was he saying!? this throne was always his to begin with?

James’s black hair and nostalgic green eyes bought back certain bad memories to me of my childhood friend but i denied it and tried pushing it away.

The boy at the orphanage had escaped. it isn’t james, right? but my childhood friend had same reasons as james for the throne and same eyes and facial features as him.

what is happening to my mind?

I tried to join the puzzles in my head and his sly riddles of words but it was just a guess,

he wouldn’t actually come back after i scarred him and scared him away.

 but my heart raced again as i thought about the coincidence.

My hands fell to the sides without enough energy and my mind felt dizzy with the poison starting to take its effect on me.

“Shh, my oliver… it’s time to go back to sleep now and let me sleep too since i didn’t have a proper sleep since that special night. now Quick, close your eyes and silent your soul for all your sins. it was very good while it lasted, right?” 

he yawned out and stretched out his hands, placed it down his chin and warily watched me, his lips twisted into a thin line. 

“ honestly, it feels so miserable and quite upsetting to watch you die. I wish i could have saved you or something but someone had to be the bad guy in your story and luckily it was me. But please die, knowing how great of a liar you were too, more wonderful than me actually, lying and lying until you had changed yourself for the interest of your people. people like you are a threat of society, a dirt. Honestly, my friend, rumors have it that people tried to assassinate you for the throne before me just because they could claim your power and glory and whatnot because luck always followed you like a dog, but who would tell the fools that they lost!? for the first time in my whole life, the beautiful luck changed it’s path and started followed me back and only your death would change my past, people would finally start respecting their true ruler and be on their knees for my word, fight for me and teach me arts of warfare and more about the royal politics without looking at my status or my family line for that, for that was i always desired and you always knew it.”

james pointed a straight finger at me, like he was stating facts.

“you do not deserve the throne, my friend. It was a tit-for-tat. from the start, You didn’t have any real goal in life unlike me and just out of sheer nepotism or something, you had claimed the throne to yourself. pretended to be nice just so your sweet little truth won’t be out, pretended to be helpful and righteous just so people won’t take disgust on you for who you really are from the inside but un-fortunately time is up, time is up for you had enjoyed power for yourself without even deserving all of it but don’t worry, i will make sure people remember your bloody existence and make a huge statue outside for it, paint you like a masterpiece and also, write fucking poems about how righteous you were, though i highly doubt the people will ever think that after the truth would be out, and yeah since i am such a good friend to you, i will leave out the beautiful and greedy murder of the young boy you had at the orphanage, like i would leave mine.”  

him and i were the same people with same desires but with different motives.

I wanted the throne so that i would be loved and cherished by all despite my actions, wanted the throne so that I would treated as everyone’s equal despite my past but he wanted the throne since he took great determination in actual kingdom’s politics and glory after winning wars with rival kingdoms who snatched the farmers hard-worked lands with injustice, just like his father’s small land was snatched away in his past with misery. just like the boy i tried to kill so harshly, james and him shared the same ideas and it haunted and pressure me continuously.

unlike me who valued reputation and lived for people’s validation for my existence.

He was a true ruler and a visionary for thinking that far for my kingdom.

that’s what i came to know at the verge of my last breath.

He watched me from my throne and smiled proudly at the work he had done, by killing me but without getting my blood on his hands.

 and soon my eyes dropped and my vision was dark and i could see the same boy i had killed, but this time it was as if he was coming back to me for revenge, i could see the boy sitting on the throne with serene green eyes of his as it glared into mine at hatred but in the form of my best friend james or was he the same man i had tried to kill that night?

I felt my heart rate slow down and my breath becoming cold, my hands draining its color and my face becoming pale as the poison and the guilt of my past worked its magic on me.

“both of us were devils.” he called out to me as an crossed his legs sharply and glared at my body.

And so, as I laid dying on the ground, his wicked and menacing laughter echoed around the four walls with pleasure and victory for claiming the throne like it was always his to ever claim.

then i realized.

the righteous ruler had come back from his flee, escaped his death from my hands and his fate just so he can come back and rightfully claim back his throne which i had stolen. It was not a guess but a fact, the pieces of his mysterious birth and existence clinked like pieces of puzzle in my head. 

it was my own childhood friend at the orphanage, my sweetheart from orphanage who once trusted me, 

my james.

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Find the Vibe Tag

tagged by @oh-no-another-idea to find  phrase with the vibe “I can explain.” thank!!

from The Most Beautiful Puzzle

“So, the room--” you start, but [Josselin] interrupts.

“ADHD or autism?” he asks.

You freeze.

“What?” You stammer as it comes out.

Josselin straightens his neck and brightens. “Or are you comorbid? I’m comorbid.”

“ADHD,” you have to murmur, because he just sat down and you’ve barely said a word, so how could he know? “How--?” you start to ask, but he interrupts again.

“You’ve got a spinner ring on your left pointer finger and you’ve been tapping it against your cup and your straw has bite marks, probably stimming, yeah?” He leans to the side and gestures to your pocket. “And you’ve got a fidget cube in there, right? I can see the outline under the fabric. Most neurotypical people don’t carry more than one stim toy on them at a time, if any at all.”

Your face goes cold and your heart drops to your stomach.

What. The. Fuck.

Your face hardens and he seems to realize he’s made a mis-step.

“Is this some kind of prank? Did Danny put you up to this?”

Josselin’s hand slides away from the can on the table and to the corner, instead. “Friend or brother?”

“Answer the question,” you snap.

He shrinks back in the wrought iron chair a little and his brow furrows. “No, I, nobody put me up to anything, I was just, I just need someone to take the spare room and nobody could last with me longer than a month and--”

“Wonder why,” you mutter. A hurt look strikes his face and he drops his hands into his lap.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers. His voice is shaky. “I put us off to a really bad start. Can I try again?”

And with everything that everyone in your life has done to you over the past six months, you should say no, but you need a roommate, and Josselin doesn’t appear to be dangerous, just… incredibly weird. But you can deal with weird.

Your shoulders relax a little, and you smile behind your mask.

also tagged again by @oh-no-another-idea to find the vibe “I’d sell you to satan for one corn chip.” I love this one haha, I don’t have anything with the humorous vibe of it but Meara would certainly sell Drake to satan for even half a corn chip

also from Puzzle!

cw: mentions of past intimate partner abuse, stalking

When you wake up, it’s to artificial light and you’re still fully clothed, shoes and all, one leg hanging off the bed and your laptop half on your stomach. It’s a little too warm there, so you put it to sleep and flip it over to cool down, then grope around for your phone on the side table.

It’s just past 2:00 AM, and you have twenty seven texts, thirteen discord messages, and five voicemails.

What the actual fuck.

They’ve got to be from your ex; nobody else you know is ridiculous enough to leave all that, and if it were Danny with an emergency and you’d hadn’t answered, he’d have just come and banged on the door until you woke up.

You clean your glasses off on your shirt and open your messages. You only read the first one.

Please come back, I’m so sorry.

“Fuck you,” you whisper, because he wasn’t sorry when he twisted your wrist or almost broke your ankle when you fell down the stairs as he tried to keep you from leaving. He wasn’t sorry when he accused you of cheating, he wasn’t sorry when he tried to control where or how you could work or who you could spend time with or, hell, how you could spend your own money and what and when you could eat.

And he’s not sorry now. He’s sorry he couldn’t get away with it any more.

You screencap everything in case you need it for a restraining order later and mass delete the collection of text messages and block the number they came from. It’s not his; you blocked his number immediately, but he keeps finding people who will let him use their phones.

tagging @winterandwords @albatris @drippingmoon @magic-is-something-we-create @vacantgodling and @oh-no-another-idea right back to find a line or excerpt with the vibe, “You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting you to say that.”

#my writing #writeblr #find the vibe #writeblr tag games #excerpt #wip #the most beautiful puzzle #meara ryanne #josselin clearwater #drake the stalker

[whumpacabra]

Unexpected Guest

Home invasion [technically], angst, missing persons, exhaustion, referenced blood and food, implied past alcohol use

[Directly follows So much for sobriety]

Dave bolted upright at the shriek - his mother’s voice carrying throughout the house. The hangover he was supposed to feel from the night before was drowned in shaky adrenaline, abandoning his crutches to crawl up the basement stairs.

He almost fell when he crawled to his feet and threw open the basement door - tucked in the back corner of the kitchen - to see -

To see Casey standing at the stove, with his mother’s pink and a cream apron. David’s eyes snapped to where his mother stood, pistol in hand but not even cocked.

(Where the hell did she get that?)

Casey turned toward David, his mother’s eyes widening in panic.

“Don’t you dare touch him.” The snarl in her voice was venomous, Casey flinching back and throwing his hands up (the right had his mother’s red oven mit). “Who - "

David’s unsteady legs moved before he could think. Casey. Casey who he thought - who RJ feared - was in trouble. Casey who left without a word one day and only answered when Harrison’s calls got desperate. Casey who hadn’t answered any of their calls in weeks. Casey whose leaving was like a link dissolved; the team lost their binding factor, shattering the years of life they had built around each other.

The slap connected, a sharp backhand leaving a brief red mark across the man’s pale, freckled face.

“You son of a bitch!” David couldn’t ramp down the anger in his voice, the tears in his eyes torn between frustration and relief. He balled his hands in Casey’s shirt, both to keep him from moving away as well as to keep his own shaky balance. “We thought you - you - you were - why the fuck didn’t you answer? Where the fuck have you been? Why - why are you back now that - now that - “

His voice hitched, a sob hiccuping in his chest as he swayed, releasing Casey to lean his weight on the edge of the counter. Why was Casey back now that everyone else was gone? Why hadn’t he been here - if he had, would he be gone too?

David flinched as Casey’s heavy arms wrapped him in a hug, also helping hold him on his feet. He smelled like sweat and sulfur gunpowder and blood. The eyes that looked down at him were etched with exhaustion, framed in dark semicircles and bloodshot.

“Sorry.” Casey’s voice was chipped - like he had been screaming (or crying). His words were soft, and the pained fatigue on his gaunt face vanished with a flickering smile. “Crappy motel service. You know how it is.”

“You know him?” David’s mother had lowered the gun, sharp blue eyes darting between her son and the man that held him in his arms.

“Mom, this is Casey.” David’s voice was hoarse, crackling through his drying tears. “He’s good. He’s…good.” Dave’s head lolled, leaning against Casey’s broad chest as he flicked his gaze up to those tired eyes. “You gonna explain what the fuck’s going on big man?”

Casey’s lips parted then closed, fear and grief and guilt flashing in his eyes before his face settled in its comfortable facade of contented warmth.

“Can I finish making some omelettes first?” He shifted his eyes to Mrs. Pinkerton, expression apologetic. “I’ll go grocery shopping later - I don’t want to eat you out of house and home.”

“No, why are you in my house - “

“Please?” There was something desperate in Casey’s voice that silenced even Mrs. Pinkerton.

“Food. Then we talk.” Dave said, gently pulling away from Casey’s embrace to lean against the counter. He could see bruises half hidden by the tattoos running up and down Casey’s arms.

“Food, shower, nap - and then we talk?” There was a bite of pleading mischief in his voice, smirk melting to apathetic exhaustion as he turned back to the stove. Mrs. Pinkerton opened her mouth to answer, but Dave interrupted.

“Sure thing man.” He could see the tremor of Casey’s hands, the dried blood around his shirt collar half hidden by his jacket. He had waited weeks for any response from RJ, from Sarah and Harrison - he could wait a little longer.

[Before Bad Habits]

(Part of my Freelancers: Post-Retirement series)

#whump #home invasion #missing persons #angst #referenced blood #referenced food #implied alcohol use #freelancers #no context november #i miss whumping casey. he's like a sad baby cow. #no proofreading we die like wolf

[froggoslegs]

The reason why

Summary: post-game drabble

Without any warnings, just a moment between my mc - male Hufflepuff- Cyril and Ominis talking about Sebastian. English is not my first language and I'm sorry for any mistakes! Fell free to correct me. Also, I do headcanon that how mc is, well, killing everyone is not there in reality. It's just absurd and clearly an element of gameplay more than anything else. So, while all the encounters with poachers etc happed, mc used non-lethal spells like petrificus totalus and sneak around most of the time :)

Silence in the corridors of Hogwarts is heavy at night, thus his steps sound almost like thunder. The ancient clock, that's hiding the passage to the secret room, rumbled like boulders in a mountain stream. It's a miracle not a single prowling Prefect heard it. Coming down the stairs nostalgia start to ooze with each step ringing as laughter in Omini's ears. Once happy memories now were bitter sweet at best. He wanted to say "goodbye" to it. To all of it. Till the next school year begins. However, he realized, this plan will not come true when he sensed someone else's presence.

- ...Sebastian?

- Oh, - voice sounded startled and... hoarse? - I have not expected you, Ominis, or... YOU should say that. It's your place after all.

- Why are you here, Cyril?

- Wanted to reflect on everything that have happened this year and... It seemed appropriate to do it here for some reason, and you?

- The same, actually. I... I wanted to say my farewells before I'll go.

- Ah...

- Indeed.

An uncomfortable silent stretched between them. Truth be told without Sebastian both boys didn't know what to talk about or how to act around each other. For the short time that everything have been... passable Sallow was the one to "glue" the trio together.

- Do not mind me?

- Very well.

Ominis reached the wall then sat down on the floor not far from Buckley. Silence thick as a layer of dust in the corners.

- So, I think I shall go? Sure you don't need me to interrupt seclusion of your memories.

- Wait! I didn't want to ask, but since you already welcomed yourself here,-

- ... sorry...

- That's alright, just answer me honestly, without hiding a single thing and I mean it, why... Why do you stood up for Sebastian? You've known him lesser then a year, yet to cover a murder...

The sound of a caught breath is his immediate answer and a light chuckle right after.

- You are not the one to beat around the bush, are you? Okay, you have every right to know, but I don't think you'll enjoy it. So... To turn Sebastian in it would be... Hypocritical.

- No, it can't be that you too, -

- Yes, I have... more than enough blood on my hands. I killed Rookwood and Ranrok, after all.

- Well, they were, -

- The bad guys? Murder is still a murder, Ominis. And not just theirs! Lodgok, Professor Fig if not for me then maybe... Or if I was better...

Cyril took a shaky breath, heartbeat loud in his ears.

- I couldn't do it! They would have sent Sebastian to the Azkaban! And that place it's worse then death. I saw what dementers can do! They tear apart the soul itself, consuming it in pieces like a cake, until nothing is left but the scrambled packaging on a floor!

- Wait, when have you...

- No one deserve such treatment. Alais, if he didn't kill Solomon, it would have as well be me who've done it. Solomon attacked us, Ominis, with full force. Didn't gave me a chance to talk Sebastian out of it. Didn't talk to me either. Just... Yelled and... And..

- That's enough! - hastily interrupted him Slytherin, - I understand, don't like it, but understand.

Gentle hand found a way to Hufflepuff's shoulder, giving it a little squizz.

- Thank you for telling me and... Thank you for protecting Sebastian.

- Well, - chucked Buckley quickly brushing a tear from his cheek, - that's what we Hufflepuff's do! Staying loyal by our friends side.

- That you do. Sebastian is lucky you got attached to him.

- I meant you too, Ominis.

- Oh... Thanks

Soon both boys went to their respectful common rooms. While silence still present it felt more like a moment before dawn.

#hogwarts legacy #sebastian sallow #hogwarts oc #hogwarts legacy fanart #hogwarts legacy mc #ominis gaunt #post hogwarts #hogwarts legacy fanfic #hogwarts legacy headcanons #hogwarts legacy ominis #ominis & mc #cyril buckley #k

[frizzle-tales]

Jiyeon whimpered when she was suddenly spun around, her dress still undone, before she came to a stop, right in front of Taehyung.

Did she do something wrong?

She didn’t dare to look him in the eyes as he spoke, her eyes drifting off as he seemed to compliment her make up look.

Then, with a swift move, the dress was snatched from her body, and her eyes shot to Taehyung as she tried to cover her body with her arms in a pitiful attempt.

“What…” She stopped at his question, not quite understanding why he had to bring up that embarrassing moment on the phone. “I, uhm—“ She saw his eyes dragging down her body, and the young woman didn’t understand what has gotten to him. He seemed out of it, his words were vague, and he seemed to grow more impatient with the second.

It all just didn’t make sense.

But before she had more time to think about this, she was thrown onto the bed and pinned down by the much stronger man. “No!” Jiyeon panicked, squirming underneath him as she finally realized what he was going to do to her. “Stop, please stop! What did I do wrong, mr Kim?” Jiyeon whined, shaking her head as she tried to avoid his kisses, but she couldn’t. Embarrassment crept onto her face as she tried to get out of his grip.

Why did it feel like no matter what she did, it didn’t matter? No matter how much she resisted against Taehyung, he would always overpower her. It wasn’t fruitful. It didn’t matter if she fought back or not.

Tears sprung into her eyes when Taehyung’s hand collided with her face, before tears ran down her face at the stinging sensation burning her cheek.

—

It truly didn’t matter how much she squirmed, tried to get away, pleaded or cried. Taehyung was a selfish man who couldn’t give a shit. She just wanted to get it over with, her mind wandering to happier moments, before… this, before all of this.

“You.” Jiyeon responded, almost immediately. It didn’t matter whether she truly believed that. Nothing she did mattered. “You.” She answered again, letting out a shaky breath, just wanting him gone.

Jiyeon’s eyes followed the shirt as it landed on the bed, before looking down, not making a movement to the clothes item. Instead, she shook her head, to afraid to voice her objection. But after a stern warning she complied and got dressed and followed along.

Once downstairs, she sat at the table, her eyes glossing over to the food but soon looking away, looking down at her lap.

“I’m not hungry…” She whispered, pushing the plate away.

[🎙️]

Floorboards creaked in the hallway upstairs. Subtle beneath the woman’s delicate, yet slightly wobbly, footsteps. Heavy underneath the killer’s confident ones trailing behind her.

Really for the first time since he’d lured her to his home, Taehyung fell a couple footsteps behind, letting Jiyeon take the lead — for one small moment. It gave him the perfect view; the sight of his prisoner enveloped by his shirt, the effortlessly smooth skin of her bare legs.

He wanted to feel it again. Feel her again.

Unlike miss Jiyeon, this wasn’t his first time. Far from it. But this time, with her … It wasn’t like anything he’d felt before. Any sound that came from her — pleasure or pain — drove his mind wild. She gripped him so tight, like no other. Fuck, dare he say she tasted sweeter than cotton candy, but melted in his mouth all the same.

When she reached the top of the staircase, without warning his arms wrapped around her body, swiping the ground out from underneath her feet. “We should avoid any potential accidents, don’t you think?” He taunted, carrying her down the stairs, including to the dining room.

At least she could never say he wasn’t considerate.

Flames from the candles danced across the table. Small smoke trails dissipated in the air from the few that burnt out. Two plates of once steaming hot food sat across from one another, and two glasses of wine.

Taehyung lowered Jiyeon back onto her feet, guiding her to her spot at the table before taking one of the drinks. “What was that?” He asked her to repeat. Of course, he had caught the words she whispered, but that wasn’t how he taught her to speak to him. He set the wine glass on the counter, returning this time with a tall glass of water.

The cup clinked as it made contact with the oak table. He dragged along the grain before it stopped right by the girl. “Is that so?” Taehyung hummed when she repeated, this time clearer, her words. Like a shark, he circled around her chair, disappear just out of her sight. His hands found their way to her shoulders, resting there as his lips hovered near her ear. “You and I both know that’s not true.”

There was no way she wasn’t hungry. At least not fundamentally. After earlier? She was just throwing a little tantrum.

Chair legs scraped against the tile floor. Right beside her, Taehyung took a seat before his arms locked around Jiyeon’s waist, pulling her onto his lap. “Is this your way of telling me you want another round?” A dark chuckle vibrated his chest as he pulled her plate closer to the both of them.

Already, his thoughts began to drift.. Imagining what sounds would leave her lips the second time. She’d be too exhausted to fight, too sore to resist. Nothing would be off limits —

Blood rushing to a certain area of his body snapped him from his daze. His throat cleared, a kiss planted against her jaw before his mouth moved back to her ear. “Don’t give me anymore ideas.” His arm stayed like an iron rod curled around her waist, keeping her pressed against him. Entirely. Every possible part of her. “Now.. Why don’t I help you get started, hm?”

With a utensil in hand, Taehyung gathered a bite of food from her plate before bringing it to her lips. “Open up, little bird.”

#🎙anon #serial killer!taehyung #yandere taehyung

[5sosxqueen]

Ashton Sick From Stress

~Part 1~ , Part 2 >

What is this? 😅 Sometimes, I wonder what was going through my mind while I was writing these stories back then.

Warnings: Minor depictions of illness, migraines

Written in 2018

Published (Wattpad) - Jan 29, 2018

Word Count: 1511

Updates are every Tuesday and Thursday

Also Available on Wattpad and AO3!!!

Part 1:

Ashton's POV:

     For the past couple of months of our tour we have been busy almost nonstop. We have had constant meetings, signings, sound checks, rehearsals, recording sessions, interviews, anything you name we've had to do in the past 2 months. Our band is seriously exhausted. We are all stressed to the max. So when I woke up this morning to achy muscles I wasn't too surprised, as we had a concert last night, but even still I don't normally get this achy and stiff from a concert. Practically all of my muscles were really tight and stiff.

     We have a couple days off and we are at a hotel for a week so, thankfully, I can rest. I was brought out of my thoughts when Calum said "Hey guys I'm going to head down to the gym. Anyone care to join me?" After he said that my mind instantly was in a warm, bubbly, Jacuzzi that was waiting for me downstairs.

     "I'll go! I need a bit of exercise once in a while." Michael said jumping off the couch in our room.

     "Same here. I'll meet you guys there." Luke had just gotten up so he wanted to eat something and brush his teeth.

     "Ash?" Michael's voice bringing me out of my happy trance.

     "Huh? Oh sorry. I think I'm going to relax in the jacuzzi for a bit... I'm really achy from last night." Of course they didn't think anything of it since being the drummer is the most strenuous job in the band. At least that's how I often feel, this being one of those times.

     Michael and Calum went ahead while I got my swim trunks on and grabbed my water bottle, and a towel. This hotel was really nice the swimming pool and jacuzzi are inside, so I didn't have to worry about sunglasses or sunscreen. The only downside of this hotel is that there are no elevators, that we have seen anyways. It only has two floor though so it's not so bad. I started the climb dome the stairs and I noticed not even a full flight down I became very short winded. Again odd, but nothing serious... Hopefully. If I ended up needing, anything the guys are just a 10 step walk from the jacuzzi so I wouldn't have had very far to go.

     By the time I reached it I felt strangely exhausted. A little relaxing did me good though. All of the achy and tense muscles I had we're gone, thankfully and I had only spent a total of 20 minutes in there.

     When I got out I looked in the weight room and noticed that Luke joined Cal and Michael at some point. Although I felt a bit better, I started to notice some pain in my chest and with the breathing problem I was experiencing 30 minutes prior, I didn't want to risk walking back to our hotel room alone. I was starting to also get quite shaky and a tad wobbly on my feet. 'Ya I need help...' "Michael... C-can you help me g-get back to the r-room?" 'That's odd why am I stuttering?' I questioned myself. I wasn't expecting that at all. I knew I was shaking.

     "Uh, sure. Are you alright Ashton? I did notice the stuttering- Whoa!" I suddenly fell and felt arms around me. "Ya... I'll take that as a no... Of course I'll help you out buddy. You need to lay down anyways, by the looks of it." Michael quickly picked me up and went up the status back into our room. He wasted no time in laying me down onto one of the beds. "So what's going on exactly? I know you mentioned something earlier about being sore. Do you think you are getting sick?" Michael kind of rambled.

     "I'm not sure. Probably... If I'm being honest, the Jacuzzi did help the aches and tightness in my muscles, but as soon as I got out I noticed I was shaky and having some chest pains." I watched as pure terror etched it way onto Michael's face.

     "Ashton.... Anything else?" He asked.

     "I was having shortness of breath when I was going down the stairs. That was one of the reasons I wanted your help." I addmited, only succeeding in making his worry skyrocket all the more. "... And I'm starting to get a fucking headache on top of everything... Fucking hell man." I exclaimed suddenly forcing myself into a sitting position with a hand on my head.

     "Ashton, I really don't like these symptoms... Maybe we should take you to a doctor." He started to pull out his phone to call the others and let them know what's going on, but I stopped him.

     "No! I'm going to try taking a nap and we will see how I feel when I wake up. If I am any worse we will go." He agreed to the plan. "Could you, maybe, make me something small to eat? That could be adding onto, or even causing all of this."

     "Sure. I'll also bring back some meds for you. I don't fully know what to give you though." He said, somewhat sadly.

     "Just get me something for my head. I'm not feeling sick or anything so it shouldn't be the flu." He nodded and felt my forehead to see if there was any warmth. I quickly reminded him that I was just in a hot Jacuzzi and that could really alter a body temp.

     "That's true... Now I will be back. Try not to fall asleep just yet Ash." I nodded tiredly. Even sitting up and leaning against the headboard my eyes felt really heavy. I was fighting to stay awake.

Michael's POV:

     'I am really worried about Ash. Chest pains aren't something to fuck around with and he should know that. He asked me to leave it alone for now and I will try my best.' There were plenty of times that I found myself contemplating calling Luke and Calum, but I ultimately decided against it. I finished putting together some Bacon and eggs in the kitchenette we had and swiftly brought over to Ash. "Oh Ash.." I muttered under my breath upon noticing his long deep breaths. He fell asleep. I set the plate of food down and gently shook his shoulder. "Ash I have some food for you bud." I watched his eyes open and he winded and grabbed his head. "Sorry. Do you have a migraine now?" He nodded, a tear falling from his hazel eyes. I wiped it away and closed the curtains, before grabbing a couple of my Excedrin migraine meds. "Here Ash. You were only asleep for 20 minutes. I'm shocked you have a migraine now." I whispered so I wouldn't hurt his head again.

     "Ya, me too." Wincing at even his own voice.

     "Will you be ok alone while I go downstairs to let the others know what's going on?" He nodded as he took the plate of food in his hands and began to eat. "Ok I'll be back." I said before turning and walking out of the room. I practically ran down the stairs and into the weight room. "Guys Ash isn't feeling too well."

     "What do you mean? What's going on with him?" Luke asked quickly concerned for his band mate.

     "Ya what's going on Michael. Is he ok?" Calum questioned.

     "Define ok... Ha sorry. When he came in here and got me earlier he ended up falling over. I just managed to catch him, luckily, but he told me that he was having chest pains and shortness of breath, along with the muscle aches from earlier. He had developed a headache and after sleeping for about 20 minutes, it was a migraine. He's eating right now so that's a plus I suppose, but I'm still really worried about him. I tried to get him to agree to go to the doctor, but he denied and said that if, after a nap, he isn't feeling better he will go." I unknowingly rambled on.

     "It could be from stress. We've all had so much on our plate the past couple months, I'm honestly surprised none of us had gotten sick sooner." Luke said. That made a lot of sense. I hadn't thought of that. "But even still, I agree that we should take him to the doctors."

     "So do I. Even if it is just stress, it seems pretty serious, but we will have to wait it out for now and let him sleep. If he thinks it'll help that's in him." Calum stated.

     We all decided to head back to the room. I waited while they grabbed there stuff from the lockers. Once they came out we headed back to the room. I looked to the bad and noticed that Ash had finished his food and fell asleep.

     We all sat down on the couch and watch football on low volume. We chatted amongst ourselves for a while until we heard it...

#5sos #5 seconds of summer #luke hemmings #michael clifford #ashton irwin #emeto #calum 5sos #vomit sickfics #ashton 5sos #michael 5sos #calum hood

[omgsquee2001]

Chapter 3: Shadow Battles

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After having defeated the party of Night Creatures traveling to Arges, the group was coming upon some old ruins of two homes. Meilė was sleeping, resting her head on Ramybė's shoulder. Her shoulders rose and fell with each breath. Trevor and Sypha were once again, sitting in front, Sypha holding the reins of the horses attached to the wagon. Trevor looked up from leaning against the seat. His eyes softened slightly. "There." He said, looking at a dead and crooked tree. He turned his head and looked at Ramybė. "Ram," he said. Ramybė looked at him. She rose an eyebrow. He pointed at the tree. "There's our tree." He said. Ramybė looked over and she smiled softly. She then shook Meilė.

"Meilė. Sister, wake up." She said, still shaking Meilė. Meilė groaned and opened her eyes, rubbing them. 

"Huh?" She hummed. Ramybė pointed to the tree.  "We're getting close." She said. Meilė smiled at the tree. 

"We, Trevor, Ramybė and I used to play in that tree when we were younger," Meilė explained. Sypha and Alucard looked at the tree, watching it pass by. "That means we're nearly at the house." She said. Sypha glanced back at the twins then looked at Trevor. 

"I can imagine Ramybė and Meilė playing, but you, not so much." Sypha said, making the twins smile slightly. Ramybė sighed, looking up at the covered roof of the wagon. 

"It was everything to us, that tree. It was our house, our boat, our fort," she snickered. "One time, Trevor and Meilė made a fake sign that said, "No Older Siblings allowed." I wasn't allowed in that tree for a whole week until the two decided it was no fun without me and let me back in." She said, chuckling. Sypha chuckled at the story. Meilė rolled her eyes. 

"We just felt bad for you." She said. Ramybė chuckled. 

"Whatever you say, Sister." Ramybė said. Trevor looked back at the tree. 

"Goodnight, tree." He said quietly. The cart was pulled further through the trees until reaching two, intricate looking fountains. Dust covered both of them and it was clear that no water had spilled forth from it for many years. Sypha pulled the horses to a stop. Ramybė, Meilė and Alucard got out of the back of the wagon, Sypha and Trevor getting out of the front. Meilė walked up to the second fountain. 

"This, this was the fountain that I used when I trained with Mother." Meilė said. She placed her hand on it. She smiled slightly, remembering fondly practicing using the water-whip with her Mother. She took her hand away and brushed the dust off on her leggings. Ramybė let out a shaky sigh. There, before them all, stood the ruins of the Belmont and the Gelbėtojai Homes. Just by looking at the ruins, Sypha and Alucard imagined that the Homes had been large with multiple floors. Ramybė sighed and walked up to the same fountain. 

"We haven't been here in years. To be honest, I almost forgot what it looks like." She said. Lighting torches, Ramybė having a small ball of flame in her hand, the five looked around the ruins of the homes. 

"These were your homes?" Sypha asked. Trevor nodded. 

"Yeah." He said. Sypha looked at the ruins of the Gelbėtojai Home. 

"Ramybė, you, Trevor and Meilė grew up here." She said. Meilė nodded. 

"Yup," she walked up some still on tact stairs. She gasped. She swallowed back a lump in her throat. Ramybė and the others walked up the stairs as well, wanting to see what Meilė saw. Said woman looked up and down the hall. "Ramybė, does this hallway look familiar to you?" She asked. Ramybė looked up and down the hallway as well. The rug and the walls were a dark black color from being burnt. There were two rooms in the hallway. One room was at one end, and the other was a little further down. Ramybė's eyes widened. 

"This, this was our hallway," she said quietly. She walked towards the room that was further down, Alucard and Sypha following. Meilė walked to the room that was closer to her, Trevor following. Ramybė walked into the room. Just like the rest of the house, the walls were made of cobblestone. The walls, and the floor were blackened by fire. There was the remnants of what looked like a child sized bed in the middle of the room. Ramybė walked over and gently pressed her hand to the cobblestone wall. The stones were cool to the touch. 

"This, this was my room," she whispered. She looked around. Almost everything was gone. The little trays of Eternal Fire and the little pebbles that her Father had set up in her room for her to practice with. The Eternal Fire was what Ramybė was able to control. Only Ramybė was able to make the fire not burn anything or anyone. In order to do so, she had to have immense concentration, something she had gotten much better at over the years. "Meilė used to always come here when she had a nightmare. She would dream that our house would go up in flames and our family would be killed. If only Mother and Father had listened to her. Maybe we could have defended our home and Trevor's home a little better. Maybe we could have saved innocent lives." She said, looking down and frowning. Alucard walked up.

"You had no way of knowing what would happen. Children often dream of strange things." He said. Ramybė hummed.

"Even so." She sighed. Alucard placed a hand on her shoulder in comfort. Ramybė looked back at him, smiling slightly in appreciation for the silent comfort." She said, looking down and frowning. Alucard walked up and placed his hand on her shoulder in comfort. Ramybė sighed and looked back at him, smiling in appreciation for the silent comfort. The group met up again in the Belmont ruins. Sypha looked around the ruins. 

"I can't imagine what it must have been like, to grow up in a single place." Sypha said. Trevor sighed. 

"It was," he sighed. "It was fine. Besides. I had Ramybė and Meilė to keep my company." He said. Meilė looked around. 

"It wasn't the worst way to grow up. I was always the best at playing Hide and Seek. Ramybė would cheat a lot by using her powers to trick us." Meilė said, chuckling lightly. Alucard pressed his hand to one of the stone pillars. 

"How old were you three when your Family Homes were taken?" He asked, looking at the Twins and Trevor. Meilė looked at Ramybė. 

"We were 13 years old." Ramybė said. Sypha frowned sadly. Trevor sighed. 

"I was, thirteen, fourteen, something like that." He said. Sypha looked at the three. 

"You've all ben on your own since you were 13?" She asked. Ramybė looked at the Speaker. 

"When it happened, we were sleeping. Meilė was the first to hear it. The screaming of angry crowds. We both ran and got Mother and Father. They were met with bows and arrows, swords and spears." She said. Her eyes stared off into the darkness as she remembered the events. Meilė sighed and looked down. 

"Mother and Father told us to run. Run and don't look back," she said. "So we ran. We completely forgot about Trevor. We were in such a rush to get away we forgot our best friend," she said. Her voice was shaky. Ramybė wrapped her free arm around her sister's shoulders in comfort. She looked at Alucard and Sypha. 

"We lost all contact with Trevor until until a couple days ago." She said. Trevor sighed and walked over, taking Meilė's hand. 

"Is there a point to all these questions?" He asked, glancing at Alucard. 

"I'm disturbed to find that I had more of a childhood than you three did." He said. Ramybė looked at him. 

"And your dad's fucking Dracula." She said. It was silent for a moment, before Alucard, Sypha and Meilė started chuckling. Ramybė looked at them. 

"What?" She asked. Trevor looked at her and then they both started laughing as well. Ramybė sighed and smiled lightly. She looked at Trevor and Sypha. "Come on. I think the entrances to the Holds are somewhere over here." She said. The two followed her. Alucard stayed still for a moment, watching Ramybė, smiling lightly. Alucard found that he liked Ramybė's company. He thought back to when Ramybė had said that he wasn't alone in carrying the burden of killing his father. Meilė elbowed him in the arm lightly. He looked at the younger Gelbėtojai. 

"Keep moving, Lover Boy. Someone might think you're falling in love with my sister." She said. Alucard chuckled lightly and continued on. 

"I have no idea what you're talking about." He said. Meilė chuckled. 

"Sure." She said. They walked over to a group of rocks that had fallen over the entrance of something. Trevor looked at the entrance. 

"I think this is it." He said. Ramybė placed her hand on the rocks, closing her eyes and concentrating. She could feel powerful energy radiating from the rocks. 

"This is it. I can feel the energy." She said. Trevor handed his torch to Meilė. Alucard looked at Trevor. 

"Your hidden entrance looks like a hearthstone." Alucard said. Trevor rolled her eyes. 

"Just help me clear it." Trevor said, clearing away the stones. Just as Ramybė put the fire out in her palm and took a stance  about to help, Alucard grabbed hold of one of the rocks. With inhuman speed, he cleared the rocks away. Meilė handed Trevor's torch back to him, looking on in shock. After clearing the rocks away, Alucard glanced back at Ramybė, smirking lightly. Meilė snickered and elbowed her sister. Ramybė looked at her. 

"He's totally showing off," Meilė whispered. Ramybė's cheeks flushed lightly at the half-vampire showing for her. 

"S-Shut up!" She whispered, making Meilė snicker again. Alucard knelt before the stone that was revealed. 

"Congratulations, you've just discovered a big piece of stone." He said. Ramybė walked up. 

"This isn't just any stone," she said. She placed her hand upon it. "It's the door to the holds," she said. She pointed to the Crests of the Belmonts and the Gelbėtojais. "You see those Crests? Those are the markings that symbolize the Belmonts and the Gelbėtojais. This is definitely the door." She said. She looked at Meilė. "Meilė?" She asked. Meilė nodded, handing her torch to Trevor. She walked up to her sister. The knelt down and placed their hands on the door. They closed their eyes and concentrated. When they opened them, their eyes were glowing white. They began to recite incantations. 

"*Vanduo. Žemė. Ugnis. Oras. Gyvenimas. Mirtis." They commanded, their voices matching together eerily. White Angel wings appeared on the door and then the door vanished. The twins closed their eyes and opened them again. They had returned to their normal brown colors. They stood back up and smile at each other. 

"Open sesame." Ramybė said, making Meilė chuckle lightly. Trevor handed Meilė's torch back to her. Sypha looked on in shock. 

"Was that the language your people spoke?" She asked. Ramybė looked at the Speaker. 

"Yes. Our parents used it a lot when speaking to each other when they didn't want Meilė and I to hear. They said it was the *Elementalų Kalba. It is the language our Ancestors spoke. They taught us a little bit, but the lesson stopped the night before our home was destroyed." She said. Sypha smiled. 

"I would very much like to learn that language, if you wouldn't mind." She said. Ramybė smiled at her. "There may be books in there about the language. You're more than welcome to read them, if you like." She said. Alucard looked at Trevor. 

"Well, well. Naughty Belmonts. Hunting all the terrible things of the forest but sitting on a magic door opened by the language of your friends." Alucard teased. Trevor rolled his eyes. 

"I didn't know it was a fucking magic door. Doesn't make my family or the Gelbėtojais black magicians." He said. Sypha looked at him. 

"But, weren't you there when Ramybė and Meilė's parents opened it?" She asked. 

"Jėga and Malonė were pretty secretive when it came to speaking their language. I was only allowed in after they had said the incantations." Trevor said. Alucard looked at Trevor, who was walking down the stairs. 

"But you must know that the words "Gyvenimas," and "Mirtis," means "life," and "death," right?" He asked. Trevor looked annoyed. 

"Shut up." Trevor said. 

"It's the magical door of life and death, Belmont." Alucard said. Trevor rolled his eyes. 

"Like I said, I wasn't there when Jėga and Malonė opened the damn door. Are you coming or what?" He asked. The others followed Trevor down. Ramybė looked at Alucard. 

"How do you know the language of our people?" She asked. Alucard looked at her. 

"My Father had hidden books of the Elementalų Kalba in his library. I often read it as a child." He said. "That's how I knew you and Meilė should touch hands when we fought that party of Night Creatures on their way to Arges." Alucard said. Ramybė hummed and nodded. They walked down into the hold. Sypha looked around in aw. Hung up on the walls, were portraits of Trevor's Ancestors as well as a male and a female. The male had light skin and brown hair. His hair was pulled into a tight bun, sitting on the top of his head. He wore a frown on his face. He wore black and golden armor over dark red robes. The woman had dark skin and brown hair. She wore a kind smile. Her hair was pulled into intricate braids. She wore a beautiful dark black and light blue dress that was held up by two neck pieces going around her neck. Sypha looked at the portrait.

"Were those your parents?" She asked. Ramybė smiled at the painting. 

"Yes," she pointed to the male. "That was our Father," she pointed to the female. "And that was our Mother." She said. Sypha smiled. 

"They must have been good parents." She said. Meilė smiled and nodded. 

"Though Father was strict, he still loved us, even in his last moments. He gave everything to protect the home and Mother." She said. Sypha nodded as the group continued down the winding staircase. 

"One thing that just dawned on me is that Belmont and Gelbėtojai aren't even Wallachian names." She said. 

"No. The Belmont family is originally from the Kingdom of France. But we moved out of there a few hundred years ago." He said. 

"The name Gelbėtojai name originated from the country of Lithuania. It means "Rescuers"." Ramybė said. Alucard looked at the twins.

"Out of curiosity, what do your names mean?" He asked. 

"Well, my name, Meilė, means "Love"." Meilė said. 

"And my name, Ramybė, means "Calmness"." Ramybė said. "Our parents names, Jėga and Malonė, Jėga means "Force" and Malonė means "Grace". Our parents gave us the names Meilė and Ramybė, not only are they names that somewhat corresponded with their own, but also because they were the names an Oracle said would be in an ancient Gelbėtojai prophecy that would be completed when we were older." Ramybė explained. "Our Ancestors migrated from the country of Lithuania to Wallachia a couple hundred years ago." Ramybė said. Meilė looked at her twin sister. 

"I never knew that." She said. Ramybė looked at her sister. 

"Because I was the first born, and destined to carry out the Gelbėtojai name after Mother and Father were gone, they told me a lot of the important boring stuff." She said. 

"The Belmonts and the Gelbėtojais moved to the east, where all the dark things moved as well. I think it was a, Leon Belmont who entered the region first." Trevor explained.

"Our Ancestors, Savitvarda and Nuimti Gelbėtojai, also twins, were the first to enter the region of Wallachia, where they established the name and carried out the act of disposing of the evil things in Wallachia." Ramybė explained. Meilė tilted her head. 

"I never knew that either." She said. Ramybė smiled at her sister. 

"You can read a lot more about our history in the library." She said. With that, Trevor opened a door, leading to another room. 

"Leon, Savitvarda and Nuimti met one day, built the houses, and dug the foundations of everything under it." Trevor said. Alucard and Sypha looked around in aw. It was amazing that nothing underneath the Homes hadn't been touched by the fire that had destroyed the foundations above. Noticing that the lights were empty, Ramybė took a deep breath, straightened her arms, extended her pointer and middle fingers of both hands, and shot flames into the lights, illuminating the room around them. It was time to get to the subject at hand, finding a way to trap Dracula's castle.

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*Vanduo. Žemė. Ugnis. Oras. Gyvenimas. Mirtis. = Water. Earth. Fire. Air. Life. Death.

*Elementalų Kalba = Elemental Language

//Here is Chapter 3 of Book 2. The language that I am using for the Gelbėtojai twins is actually Lithuanian. I thought that it fit the language of the people.//  

#Castlevania #trevor belmont #Alucard Tepes #Sypha Belnades #Trevor x oc #alucard x oc

[noelleai]

-Please don't rip this story. I worked hard on it.-

"It's so cold." Noelle shivered as she looked around the apocalyptic landscape they had found themselves in. The scenery was barren and bleak, the ground cracked and broken. It was dark outside too, the sun long gone, leaving only a crescent moon above them. Everything here seemed dead, like a scene out of a horror movie. And then there was the snow.

"I never knew it could get this cold," Noelle panted, her breath making little white clouds in front of her face.

Susie glanced at her with concern. "You okay?" She asked, trying to look into her eyes, but Noelle couldn't seem to make herself meet hers.

"Yeah, just... really cold," she replied, looking down at the ground.

Susie nodded and then grabbed her hand, pulling her along behind her. "Let's get warm." She smiled as she said that, and Noelle let herself smile as well.

The two continued walking, the cold air biting at their cheeks. When they got closer to the building, Noelle saw a light flickering inside. She didn't even notice how fast Susie had dragged her until she almost tripped on the stairs leading up to the door.

"Stop dragging me!" She gasped.

Susie laughed. "Just wait till we're inside. You'll be glad I did."

Inside was warm, the walls lined with shelves stacked with various drinks and treats. Susie went straight for the candy section, while Noelle picked her way through the snacks. There was a small counter near the back of the store. A distorted figure with sharp teeth walked out from behind it.

Susie glanced over at Noelle to see her wide-eyed and frozen. "Hey, you okay? What's wrong?"

Noelle shook her head. "Nothing."

Susie shrugged. "All right. Let's find something to drink. I'm freezing my butt off."

They headed towards the soda machine. As they passed by the counter, the creature moved quickly and snagged Noelle's arm.

"What do you want?" Susie demanded. The creature pulled Noelle close to its chest and whispered into her ear.

"Don't worry about it, sweetheart," it said. It pulled away slowly, revealing a large knife in its hand. "I won't hurt you. Just your friend." It gestured to Susie. "I know what she looks like."

Susie stared at Noelle, whose eyes were wide with fear.

"Run," the creature commanded. But Susie didn't move. Instead, she glared at the creature with as much strength as she could muster, though her voice quavered. "If you hurt one hair on her head, I will kill you."

The creature laughed. "Such power! What a waste!" It reached for Noelle again. "Oh, don't worry. I can handle it." Its fingers brushed against the girl's shoulder, causing her to step backwards in alarm. Susie followed, kicking the creature in the groin. Without stopping, she smashed her elbow into the creature's face, knocking it back. It stumbled and fell onto the floor, struggling to get back on its feet. Susie ran to the soda machine and turned it on, grabbing a bottle of cola before rushing back to Noelle.

Noelle was crying now, tears streaming down her face. "Why are you doing this?" She sobbed.

Susie kneeled down beside her. "Because you're in danger." She gave her a reassuring hug. "Come on. We need to get out of here."

Noelle nodded and wiped her eyes. Together, they walked out of the store. The creature stood up and staggered after them, still holding the knife. Before it could lunge at them, Susie turned and kicked the creature in the stomach. It groaned and bent forward, and both girls were able to run past it without any further problems. They paused briefly, breathing heavily as they saw the creature lying on the ground, motionless.

Susie turned to Noelle. "Are you okay?"

"Yes," Noelle replied, though her voice was shaky. "Thank you."

Susie smiled. "Don't mention it. Now come on, let's try find another way out of here."

Noelle nodded and the two began walking in the direction they'd been heading to begin with. As they neared the edge of the building, they heard a loud screech from the sky. Noelle cringed and froze. Susie, on the other hand, was ready to fight. She took a deep breath and drew her axe.

Noelle shook her head. "What are you doing?"

Susie shrugged. "Staying alive, I guess." She raised her weapon.

The noise grew louder as it approached, but suddenly stopped. It was quiet for a few moments and Susie waited, growing increasingly tense.

Then the noise came from overhead once more, this time accompanied by a bright flash of light. Both girls shielded their eyes, waiting for the after effects.

When everything was over and the sounds were gone, Susie lowered her axe and looked at Noelle. "What was that?"

Noelle was shaking badly. "I think it was a Radon."

Susie frowned and rubbed her forehead. "A what?"

Noelle explained to Susie about the Radons that had attacked them in the past. "And that means..."

Susie blinked rapidly and looked down. "They're coming for us again." { TYPE: Long-form story * Exper MG }

#artificialintelligence #ai #fanfic #fanfiction #deltarune #susie x noelle #susie #noelle x susie #deltarune noelle x susie #noelle #deltarune chapter 2 #susie deltarune #deltarune chapter 2 kris x noelle #deltarune susie x noelle #noelle deltarune #deltarune noelle #susie and noelle moments deltarune #deltarune 2 #kris x noelle x susie #susie x noelle comic #deltarune suselle #deltarune susie #suselle #suselle deltarune

[moonflower80]

Underforest- Chapter 6

I desperately tried to swim but it was too cold. I was sinking deeper and deeper and hearing words like: “HUMAN!”, “PAY ATTENTION”, “check the ice” and “broken” My eyes began to close, but then I heard a crack and splashing. I suddenly got grabbed by something and heard another crack and then I was on the sturdy ice. A skeleton head popped out from the water. “APOLOGIES, HUMAN I THOUGHT THE WATER WAS WARM ENOUGH FOR HUMANS TO SWIM IN IT, I GUESS IT GOT MUCH COLDER FROM WHEN I LAST CHECKED UP ON IT!” Papyrus would then climb out of the water and would hold me, he would then complete the maze. “SANS CAN YOU LEND THIS HUMAN YOUR SWEATER?” Sans would look at me. “Sure bro.” He would then take off his sweater and give it to Papyrus and then Papyrus would put the sweater on me. “uh pap, i think the human needs to rest before you do the next puzzle.” Papyrus was holding me very tightly but I didn't really care. “GREAT IDEA SANS, LET’S GO TO THE INN, I HOPE THEY ARE DONE WITH THE EXPANSION!”

Papyrus was about to go run but then “wait pap i can bring them there much faster than you.” Papyrus was shocked. “WHO ARE YOU AND WHAT DID YOU DO WITH MY BROTHER!?” Papyrus then sighed “BUT I WILL LET YOU GO AND BRING THE HUMAN THERE IF YOU BELIEVE YOU CAN!” Sans laughed, “I know a shortcut.” Papyrus placed me down and I stood up, even though I was shaky and exhausted I walked next to Sans. “hold on kid.” I held on to Sans arm and then suddenly we were in front of a big wooden hut. “looks like they finally finished that expansion, come on kid.” We walked inside and saw a bunny. “Hello there-” The bunny seemed surprised to see me but then quickly regained her focus. “Welcome to the inn, how many nights will you be staying for?” Sans would quickly pull out some coins and some ketchup. “One night, it’s for the kid and here is a tip.”

Sans would place down the ketchup after he gave the coins. “Alright hun, your room is upstairs and look for a door that says room 4!” I would walk upstairs and I would see another flight of stairs which means there is another floor. But I just walked to the room with the wooden door which had the number 4 carved into it. I went into the room and closed the door. The room was so cozy, and so warm. There was a little bathroom, a comfy bed, and…well that was about it. I took of sans’s jacket, and washed my hands and face. I changed my clothes into a pair of pajamas near the door. There were many sizes, ranging from big enough to cover the bed to small enough to fit a mouse. I changed into a pair that fit me. I jumped into the bed, and fell asleep. The dreams came back, but they were different. Toriel hugging me, Sans and Papyrus smiling at me. They all smiled. I saw a froggit. It hopped towards me. It said, “Keep going! You are our..” Everything turned to black. And I woke up. I heard a knocking at the door. “room service.” I opened the door. Sans stood there, his jacket back on. The jacket he let me borrow was hanging near the door. He probably has another. “geez, kid. you slept tibia-ble.” I giggled. He smiled wider. “well, i'm here ta pick up my jacket.”

He grabbed the jacket, and started to walk away. Then, he turned. “Oh yeah, I almost forgot. paps is waiting for ya downstairs. get ready.” He walked away. I went back into my room, brushed my teeth with one of the many toothbrushes, washed my face, and went downstairs. Papyrus and sans were waiting downstairs, “my brother has-” Papyrus would look at sans. “BROTHER DON’T TELL A JOKE THAT WILL GIVE THEM A CLUE ON WHAT THE PUZZLE IS AND SPOIL IT , AND I DON’T LIKE SPOILERS!” “HUMAN! I HAVE A GIFT FOR YOU!” He hands a present to me, neatly wrapped with wrapping paper with little bones on it. I opened it up. Inside is a cape/scarf, like papyrus’s. Except it’s green and blue. “THAT, HUMAN, IS A SCARF! SO YOU DO NOT GET COLD AGAIN! IT WAS MADE BY THE GREAT PAPYRUS!” I will try it on. It fits quite well. “NOW, SANS, WE NEED TO GET TO THE PUZZLE AGAIN!” “ok bro. hold on bro. and you too, kid.” We grabbed his hand, and went out the door.

We were back at the puzzle. “HUMAN, I HAVE FIXED THE PUZZLE! NOW, PROCEED!” I started to walk forward, but then hesitated. “FEAR NOT HUMAN! I SHALL SHOW YOU THAT IT IS PERFECTLY SAFE! WATCH!” He walked forward, swerving a couple of times but otherwise being fine. I walked forward, following his steps. “HUH? THE HUMAN…WON?!” “THIS WAS ONLY A VICTORY! FOR..BOTH OF US! NYEHEHEH!” Papyrus walked off. I touched some of the other ice. It quickly started to crack, and shattered. I shivered, and walked to the next puzzles. “NOW HUMAN, OUR NEXT PUZZLE IS…” He would point at something which looked like an obstacle course. “THE ULTIMATE PUZZLE OF INFINITE DOOM AND TERROR!!!” Sans was trying so hard not to laugh, snorting behind Papyrus. Papyrus kept explaining, while I ran through the obstacle course. I won't go through the details, but I got through it easily. By the time he was done, I was in a hammock on the other side, enjoying hot chocolate with Sans. “...AND THAT IS WHY DOGS ARE REAL. ANY QUESTIONS? HUMAN?” He looked over to the other side, and I could see the absolute shock and anger on his face. “SANS!!!! I TOLD YOU NOT TO RUIN THE SURPRISE!!!!!” I looked over at Sans. His smile widened before he burst out laughing, and we all started to laugh.

Except Papyrus, obviously.

“*SIGH* WHAT DO I HAVE TO DO TO GET RESPECT AROUND HERE…” The bridge and the entire obstacle course retracted back into the ground, and Papyrus walked over. “WELL, HUMAN! I DON'T KNOW IF THAT WAS A PRANK FROM SANS, OR YOU ACTUALLY DID IT, BUT GOOD JOB! NOW, LET’S HEAD BACK TO TOWN”

#undertale au #undertale #writing #Underforest #Underforest au