#(more like. they knocked on my door and was like 'hello. this name doesn't fit us anymore.')

[katierosefun]

reverse writing my original works by writing fanfiction of my original works , , , that should do the trick, yes?

#caroline talks #all of my original characters have undergone major . . . developments #i totally scrapped at least 3 storylines #tweaked the genre #renamed characters bc i realized that their names were Not Actually Who They Were #(more like. they knocked on my door and was like 'hello. this name doesn't fit us anymore.') #(and i was like 'u know what. fair.') #the plot is now just one big metaphor for queerness and mental illness i think #the kim su jin inspiration the mike flanagan inspiration . . . really popping in this corner tonight!

[ddejavvu]

hello!! i hope you’re doing well ❤️ i just read your hotch fic where he sneaks his wife and jack into the hotel room and i was wondering if you’d write something similar where jack is with jess or something and someone from the team catches hotch and reader going into his room except they can’t tell it’s reader and think hotch is cheating and they love the reader and can’t stand the idea of letting them get cheated on so maybe they confront him or call reader while reader is with hotch to tell her or something funny, whatever you find fitting. thank you if you get to this ❤️

i actually fucking adored this idea thank you <333

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Emily's always taken Hotch for an honorable man. He's chivalrous, opening doors for the ladies on the team and walking them to their cars to be sure that they're safe in parking lots. It's instilled in his very being to be kind to women, so when she sees him trying to cover up a head of blue-dyed hair as he fumbles with the lock on his hotel room, she's perplexed.

That's not you. You don't have blue hair. But Hotch's arm is around her waist, and she's leaning into his side. His hand is more than generous over her skin, even slipping into the hemline of her shorts, and Emily's blood boils.

Aaron's got a grin on his face that she can just barely see without being seen herself, and he sounds all-too-happy to be leading another woman into his hotel room after hours when he chuckles at her advances. She rushes for the bed and Emily has to duck back into her room so as not to be seen when the woman rights herself on the bed, and there's something sickly brewing in her gut as she shuts her door again. She no longer has an appetite to raid the vending machine like she'd planned, so she heads back to her twin bed, hand digging into her pajama pants to retrieve her phone.

Spencer' who's occupying the second bed in the room, looks up inquisitively from his book, "I thought you were going to the vending machine, what happened?"

"Hotch just let some girl into his room. I mean- like, he brought her in, he had his hands all over her and she ran to the bed."

Reid's brows rise towards his scruffy hairline, pink lips downturned, "It wasn't Y/N?"

"She had blue hair," Prentiss shakes her head, "I'm gonna tell her."

"I want to help," Spencer rises from his bed, quickly crossing the room to her own, "I don't want to make her sad, but we can't keep it from her."

Emily nods, but Spencer keeps talking, "I... I can't believe Hotch would do something like that."

"Neither can I." Emily admits, clicking on your text thread. It's heavily decorated with hearts both in the messages and your contact name, and she hopes yours doesn't break when you find out what your husband's been doing behind your back.

Y/N, she types, I don't know how to tell you this, and I wish someone else would, because I don't want to be the one to break your sweet heart. But I just saw Aaron bring some blue-haired girl into his room, and if I'm being honest with you, I think they're having sex. I'm SO sorry honey, I wish I could do something, but I couldn't live with myself if I didn't tell you. Please call me and tell me what's going on with you, I don't want you to be alone all night, and PLEASE don't slip away if you and Aaron don't work things out. For the record I'm rooting for you to dump his sorry ass, but I know you'll need time to work things out. All I ask is that you don't shut us out, honey, please don't let him change the way you feel about us.

P.S Reid is here too and we're both here if you want to talk. We can face-time and we'll be there for you as best we can, baby.

And also you can sleep at my place.

Or Spence's. He says he can sleep on the couch if you want his bed.

I'm so sorry, Y/N, we love you.

Emily can't have pressed send on the last text ten seconds ago before there's a series of urgent knocks on the door. Her guard is up immediately, and she almost considers ignoring it because she's sure it's Hotch coming to tell her off for exposing him. She figures you must have called him, upset, and he's here to ask her to lie for him.

The knocks don't stop, though, and Reid's the one that marches for the door, face set in a glare that's unusually menacing for him. He's deduced the same series of events, but when he swings the door open with as much sass as he can muster, his posture stiffens with shock.

Aaron is on the other side of the door, but you're standing in front of him, hair bright blue, face sheepish.

"Hi Em," You smile at her, then at Reid, "Spence. I was going to join you all for breakfast tomorrow and unveil it, but- um, I think now's a good time to tell you that I dyed my hair blue."

"Oh." Emily hums, mouth hung slightly open, "So it's- it was you."

"it was me," You nod, "But thank you for telling me. I'm glad I can count on you. Both of you," Your eyes flit to Spencer, who's equally astonished as he inspects your new hair dye.

"Oh, that means-" Emily's face wrinkles suddenly, looking at your waist that Aaron's got a hold of as he stands behind you, "Gross, you two were gonna- in the hotel!"

Spencer groans, rushing away from the door and retreating back to his bed where his novel lies.

"It's after hours!" You insist, "It's not like we were doing it in the precinct on government time. We're adults, Emily."

"We're adults too, y'know. With work in the morning. We can't be kept up all hours of the night by your racket! Just go get it over with," She grimaces, "And- hey! Try to get into your room this time before reaching your hand down her pants, perv!"

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[walli3darl1ng]

Hello can I ask for something? Please… How would Wally and his friends react to the human and albino reader?

(the reader is as white as snow, and he always has to go out with an umbrella so he doesn't get burned/hurt in the sun)

I did some research before writing I wasn’t ignoring you 😭

Also love this! I think it’s good. I didn’t kinda rush it I’m running off like two hours of sleep so🧍🏻also I know you referred to reader as ‘he’ but I wanted it to be gender neutral just so everyone is welcome. But you can change it if you want.

Also I think I’m going to draw this albino reader! I have an image in my head and you look adorable!!

But enjoy I hope it’s your to your expectations!

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Wally was the first to notice a new house in his neighborhood and he just had to introduce himself, maybe ask you to have a picnic with him and his friends this afternoon.

“Okay, Home! I’m off to meet our new neighbor.” Wally gets creaks and taps are a response from Home as he slips on his cardigan. “That’s nice. What do you think they look like?”

Home opened its door, responding to his questions to go find out for himself and he was off after a short goodbye.

Walking along the colorful and cheerful neighborhood he makes it to the new house. It’s beautiful but—

It’s huge! The doorknob was far from his reach, Wally wasn’t intimidated, he thought this was the coolest house he’s ever seen besides Home.

Knocking on the tall and large door he waits patiently. All of a sudden he started to feel nervous? What if their new neighbor is as tall or more taller than his best friend Barnaby? Maybe Poppy?

The click of the door gained his attention and he looked up to be blinded by breaking heavenly light.

In actuality it was only you in your comfy, flow-y clothes looking confused at the air.

Wally was mesmerized. He didn’t think a human would ever come to this neighborhood let alone someone who wasn’t colored in. You are as pale as snow. Hair pale as well. The only color he could see were your eyes and was a pink-red reflection from the slight sun that was peeking through.

Snapping out of it for a second time he greets you. “Hello, neighbor! Nice to meet you!”

You jump at the voice and look down while holding your hand to your heart in shock. You see a short puppet smiling up at you with sleepy, low lidded eyes. “Oh! I’m so sorry, I didn’t see you. It’s really nice to meet you..”

“How rude of me! I’m Wally. Wally Darling.” He smiles.

You give a smile back and hold your hand out to shake his, being careful of the light. “It’s nice to meet you, Wally. I’m Y/n.”

What a lovely name. Fits perfectly. He looks at your hand then back at you before looking back at your hand. You had five fingers, not four. How interesting.

“Um…Wally? Is everything okay?” You're getting nervous, was it something you said?

“Oh no, not at all! It’s just that,” he gets a hold of your hand gently and feels it with his other hand, feeling the smoothness and tracing the lines. “I’ve—well not to sound rude but I’ve never seen a human before, let alone one that’s white as snow. Do all of you look like this?”

You shake your head and let out a chuckle. “No. We all come in different shapes and sizes as well as different colors. The world would be boring otherwise, don’t you think?”

Wally nods, still staring at your hand before remembering something. He lets go of your hand and looks up at you. “Oh right! I came here to invite you to a picnic my friends and I are having this afternoon, care to join us?”

You frown and immediately Wally mimics it. He doesn’t like your frown, it doesn’t suit you at all. “Afternoon? While the sun is out?”

“Is that a problem? Do you not like it?”

“It’s not that-“

“Please? Everyone would love to meet you!” He insisted, giving you a pleading face that no one can resist.

And you fall victim to this adorable pleading and sigh. “Oh alright. I’ll go, just don’t look at me like that.”

“Perfect! Meet us at the hill over there, okay? We’ll be waiting for you.”

And just like that gone. Well, might as well get ready.

Back with Wally he runs back to home, calls everyone for a neighborhood meeting at Poppy’s ASAP then runs out to his little electric toy car and races off to Poppy’s.

When he got there everyone was accounted for so he didn't waste time. “Okay I have an idea to make our new neighbor feel welcome!”

“Oh! Is it a party?” A blonde puppet cheers. “Wait! You’ve met them already? No fair!”

“Oh what do they look like?” A star puppet, Sally adds in.

“You’re not gonna believe me but they're white! Like a blank canvas.” Wally reveals his eyes wide in admiration.

“White as in the color? There’s no such thing.” A gray puppet, Frank shakes his head.

Wally tilts his head. “Well, why not? You’re gray, I’m yellow, we’re all different.”

“Yes but white is translucent-“

“Well I think that’s cool!” Sally cuts in with a smile, her rays spinning with excitement.

“Sally’s right. We shouldn’t be judgmental.” The big feathered puppet, Poppy also known as the mother of the neighborhood, scolded. This gets Frank mumbling and apologizing and getting pats on the shoulder from Eddie, the neighborhood’s postman.

“Well what's your idea, Wally?”

“Oh right!”

~~~skip to later that afternoon~~~

After getting ready to put on some sunscreen, you take a hold of your big sun hat. Which is a normal sun hat but it’s just a bit wider in diameter and has a full body length mesh cover. It’s thin enough to be lightweight and wind to pass through but thick enough to block you from the sun. With a condition like yours it can be pretty painful to get sunburn.

As well as your condition, your eyesight is not the greatest but that doesn’t scare you from walking confidently around a new place. It’s more fun that way. However looking at something for too long can cause your eyes to hurt a bit so you keep them busy by looking at literally everything.

On the way to the hill you see an archway and once walking through it you find a basket on the ground. Curious, you pick it up and look around. Unbeknown to you that the group was spying on you behind the bushes.

“Oh what if they don’t like it? It will all be ruined.”

“Relax, Poppy. The cookies were delicious!”

You open the basket to find cookies and a small note. Reading ‘I hope you like the cookies I baked. Welcome to the neighborhood! —Poppy.’ That’s so sweet! But why not send them to your home? Ignoring it, you keep it and continue forward.

“They look so cool!”

“I know right and look at their hat! They look like flow-y jellyfish.”

You pass another archway and see a bag of fruits, in it, another note. ‘Welcome to the neighborhood! Let’s be friends— Howdy.’

“Should I’ve gone with snacks?”

“No, it's perfect.”

“And healthy. Ha. Ha.”

You giggle at the note, now seeing a pattern and take the bag of fruits and on the bag was a logo called ‘howdy’s place.’ You place the bag inside the basket being careful with the cookies.

Next was a headband with horns, a drawing and a sheet of colorful stickers. Another note, this one was filled with stickers. ‘Welcome to your new home! Let’s have a sleepover okay?—Julie’

“The horns are a cute touch. You guys will be matching!”

“Awe thank you Sally! Do you want one too?”

“Yes!”

“Can I have one?”

“Sure, Wally!”

Moving on after securing the crafts inside the basket you find a letter this time, with some cute mail stamps and colorful envelopes. ‘Welcome home! Hope you feel welcomed— Eddie.’

“You have more of the envelopes?”

“Sure! I’ll send some over.”

Next, there was a small whale plush, really soft! ‘Whale-come home!—Barnaby.’ You laugh at the pun and give the plushie a squeeze, now holding it in your arms.

“Nailed it!”

“Good one, bud.”

“Thank you!”

You were almost to the hill. How many more gifts are there? You don’t think you can carry all this.

As you walk the rest follow, quietly of course. Other than Wally none of them have fully seen you and your jay covering you head to toe is making them curious by the second. You then find a small box with stars all over it, opening it you find a beaded bracelet and a note. ‘Hope you like it! Welcome to the neighborhood!!—Sally.’

You’re starting to get emotional, no one has ever done this for you. With your condition, your genetics, other people didn’t like it. For whatever reason you got teased about it, you never really know why.

Wally and the gang make it to the hill before you since you crouch down to re-arrange the item to fit in the basket as well as put on the bracelet Sally gifted you. The last two surprises they needed to be at the hill.

Frank leans down to Wally and whispers his concern. “Are you sure this will work?”

Wally hums and looks up at him before looking forward, waiting on you. “I’m sure of it.”

“Hey Barnaby! Help me with the sign?” Julie asks, her and Sally holding up the welcome home sign that Wally painted as well as all their small notes and signatures. It’s a gift for you, so you could hang it and remember this moment.

Back to you, you walk up the slope as a butterfly flaps around you. Timidly, you hold your hand out and the butterfly lands on your hand. Your hat becomes visible and that was Frank's cue to send the swarm of butterflies. He’s not a butterfly whisperer but he does know a lot about them.

In awe of the thousands of butterflies a cheerful bunch of voices ring in your ears. “Welcome home!!”

Once the butterflies flap away you get a clear view of the sign and everyone under it. To say the least you were speechless, they all did this for you?

“Is this all for me? Gee, I don’t know what to say, thank you!”

“Y/n, come join us. Don’t be shy.” Wally gestures you over and into the shade. “Why are you wearing that? We can’t see you.”

“Oh, sorry! I wear this to protect myself.” You explain, walking over and sitting down next to Wally all the rest are now fully interested in you.

“Protect yourself? From what exactly?” Eddie asks.

You are worried they will tease you like the rest and after a short silence, Wally reassures you that it’s okay. Believing him you took a deep breath and took your hat off.

Wally was right. You’re white as snow. Sally and Julie thought you were ice royalty with the flow-y clothes and hat acting as your crown. Or like a jar of white glitter shaking in the sunlight.

Barnaby thinks you’re cool! Really unique and one of a kind. He wants to try on your hat so bad. Eddie, Frank and Howdy think this as well, they see you as one of a kind and they may or may not want to try out your hat as well. What? They say it’s cool looking and they can only imagine what it looks like from the inside. Can you see? Does the wind feel nice? They wanna know.

Poppy was a little more nervous. She thought you were more fragile than you actually are. You looked like a porcelain doll to her and she’s afraid she’ll break you.

What caught their eye was that you are human! They’ve never seen one up close before. Were all like this? Maybe it’s a human thing? Do all five have fingers? You don’t have a tail or floppy ears, no feathers nor horns.

“Questions.”

“Hm?”

“The hat is supposed to protect you, is it to prevent you from breaking?”

You smile at Sally’s question and hand over your hat to Barnaby since the big beagle was making grabby hands at it. “It protects me from the sun, otherwise the sun can hurt me.”

“How? The sun is warm.”

“Well as you can tell I’m really pale,” you show your arm for them to see and you almost lose it when they lean forward to get a better look. “I was born with little to no melanin, which is a pigment the body makes to give the human color, like skin, eye and hair color.”

“So you were born without it, how sad!” Poppy frown.

“The sun is just too hard on my skin and will give me painful sunburns if I’m exposed to it.” You give her a reassuring smile, touched that they care so much.

“Wouldn’t you get hurt if you’re out here?” Howdy questions, taking the hat back from Barnaby and setting it on your head. You move the long mesh back to keep your face exposed and you shake your head, gesturing to the tree you were currently sitting under.

“The tree has enough shade to cover me, although still being out here for too long can still hurt me. This hat helps a lot.”

“That’s cool you can live with us. I don’t think I can, I love the sun.” Barnaby pats your head and plays with Julie and sally. Enjoying the sun. There were enough questions for today and now they were just relaxing under the sunlight.

Wally stays with you, holding an apple with care. “Did you like your welcome gifts?”

You turn to him and hum, nodding and smiling. “I loved them. Thank you.”

#welcome home #welcome home x you #welcome home x reader #welcome home wally #welcome home julie #welcome home howdy #welcome home poppy #welcome home fanfic #welcome home frank #welcome home eddie #welcome home sally #welcome home barnaby

[darlingggdearest]

Tengen Uzui X Female Reader

WARNING: A little bit of angst, blood, Tengen doesn't love his wives cause yuck.

+ You had been friends with Tengen Uzui for a long time, three years to be exact.

+ Your friendship had always been strong, ever since you guys had met, it felt like you had known each other your whole lives. You both fit so perfectly together, that sometimes people would mistake you for his wife or girlfriend.

+ Tengen met you in the market three years ago, and after that night he held onto you since. You where the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, your (h/c) hair shined in the city lights, being held in a messy bun and a beautiful diamond hair clip. You were looking at the rows of necklaces on a table of a local vendor. He couldn't help but stare at you with wide eyes, completely starstruck by your elegance.

+ Time was moving so slowly... he wanted to stay this way forever.

+ But slowly you lifted your gaze and caught his eye. A soft smile curved gently on your face, he didn't think you could get more gorgeous, but clearly he was wrong.

+ Tengen started walking towards you, completely oblivious to the mission he was currently on.

"Hello there! What's a magnificent creature like you doing out here all by yourself?"

+ You snickered.

"Well I'm not out here by myself, I'm with my brother, but thank you for your concern."

"Ah! and where is he now?"

"*sigh* I don't know, somewhere disappointing Jesus."

+ To that a hearty laugh erupted from Tengen's throat. God, he had been talking to you for not even a minute and he was already hooked on you. Like a drug he couldn't get enough of.

"So, what's your name?"

"Tengen Uzui! And yours?"

"Well Mr. Uzui,-"

"Tengen! Call me Tengen."

+ (What was he doing!? He was a stranger to you!)

+ You inhaled.

+He held his breath.

+ You smiled.

+Thank god.

"Well... Tengen, My name Is (Y/N) (L/N), You can call me (Y/N)."

"It would be my pleasure (Y/N).~" ____________________________________________________

+ You were not against the idea in becoming more than friends with Tengen. And it helped that he was crazy at the idea.

+ That is, until you found out he was married, to three different women.

+ It stung more than it should've, to be fair, at that moment in time when you found out, you had only been friends for three months. But it felt like some sort of betrayal still.

+ If that wasn't enough pain for you, the first time you met them was a twist to an already painful knife.

+ Makio immediately took a disliking to you. Glaring at you from across the field whenever you were having tea with your friend. She knew damn well that Tengen had never truly loved any of them, he saved them from life as a ninja, a path that would most certainly lead to their deaths. But that was it, he was just kind, he never loved them.

+ It didn't stop her and her co-wives from acting dilutional. Especially Suma, she truly believed that Tengen married her because he loved her. And the life the he saved her from meant nothing when it came to his proposal.

+ Hinatsuru was the easiest to deal with, she knew from the start that Tengen only married her to save her from the life that awaited her. She never pursued anything romantic with him. Which was a good thing for the other two wives. One less competitor the better.

+ After the first time that you went over to Tengen's house for tea and a chat, you decided you didn't want to go over anymore.

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+ You walked out of the forest into a big clearing, off to the distance a mansion laid bright in the sun. This had to be the address.

+ Tengen Uzui, the man you met in the market a while ago finally invited you to his home one morning for tea. You were ecstatic about the idea, and immediately agreed to his invite.

+ You knocked on the giant double doors and was greeted with a woman with black hair and a blonde money piece. She seemed less than pleased to be seeing you.

"Hello! I'm here for Tengen?"

+ Jealousy boiled in the pit of her stomach.

"I'm sorry, I think you have the wrong house! If you go that way then you'll see a village, there's no one by the name of Tengen in this house."

+ You knew that was a lie, the direction she pointed to was a dead end, you had been camping that way with your dad when you were eight, so you knew the terrain well enough to call her bluff.

"Um... I don't think-"

"(Y/N)!! You came!"

+ Tengen's voice interrupted your conversation. A wave of relief washed over you to see a friendly face. Although you did catch him shoot Makio a stern look, as if he didn't know she'd stoop that low.

+ The rest of the morning went by roughly, a girl by the name of Suma threw a fit when she thought that you and Tengen where going on a date together. And Makio, shot backhanded comments at you whenever she caught Tengen staring.

+After an hour of Tengen getting annoyed at his childish wives, you made up an excuse to leave and got the hell out of there.

+ Not the best first impression, but Tengen made it up to you the next day with an apology and flowers.

+ Since then you shoved your feelings for him down into your gut and forced (well, tried) to never let them resurface again. Tengen did the opposite. neither one of you was oblivious to the crush (or rather love) that he exhibited for you. Despite this obvious fact, you didn't let that get in the way as you both continued to become best friends.

+ You eventually found out about the world of the demon slayers and decided to join the corps, of course you just helped out around the butterfly mansion, but at least you got to see Tengen more often.

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+ Years went by, and the small sapling of a friendship grew into that of a giant sycamore tree.

+ Over the years you heard more and more about his wives, their overbearing nature and impulsive attitude. The only one you seemed to like was Hinatsuru, she, unlike the others, was kind and pleasant to be around. You wished her all the best.

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+ A morning came where you sat outside the butterfly mansion. The sun glowed on your (H/C) hair, illuminating your gorgeous features. Tengen was scheduled to come home from a mission today, an especially hard one. There was no doubt about it he was going to need to stop by the butterfly estate for some stitches.

+ Like clockwork, he, (along with some kakashi) emerged from the thick trees and staggered towards the large building of the estate.

+ You stood up and ran towards tengen, he looked worse then you imagined. Blooded and bruised, he walked with a limp, and a gash spread across his right peck to his lower abdomen.

"TENGEN!"

+ It came out more urgent then you intended, but he didn't seem to mind. He looked up at you with surprise and warmth in his eyes.

"(Y/N)!! You waited for me!"

"Of course I waited for you! Why wouldn't I?"

+ You took his arm and helped him to the gate of the mansion, telling the kakashi that they could go home, you would take care of this.

+ Tengen pressed his hand on the small of your back as you helped him onto one of the hospitals many beds. He sighed in relief as his head hit the pillow. The pressure on his leg ceased, making him sink into the mattress even more.

+ You took a warm washcloth out of a bowl of water and started to unbutton the buttons of his uniform. He put his hand over your hand and stared at you with a rosy blush across his face.

"(y/n)..."

"Yes Tengen? I need to get to your wound."

+ He completely forgot about his cut. All he was focused on was your hand on his bare chest, your thumb now rubbing circles on the side of his peck. God he loved the way you said his name, the way you looked at him, the way you cared for him. You were exactly what he needed right now... in fact you were exactly what he needed every day, every mission, to come home to you, to be next to you. In sickness and in hea-... shoot. He's too far gone, he's been too far gone for a while. But he is just now realizing it.

"Yeah..."

+ He squeezed your hand before letting you continue with your work. Once you were done, you stitched him up and dressed his wounds. You looked down at him and whispered with a small voice.

"does it feel better?"

+ Your heart beat out of it's chest. Tengen could feel it, as his hand was still on your wrist and he could feel your pulse quickening.

"It would feel better... if"

+ Tengen's large hand gently grabbed the back of your neck, pushing you down towards his face slowly. His expression was half lidded, he felt only pure bliss in your presence. Your hand found the side of his face while his other hand wrapped around your waist, pressing you closer to him. Your soft lips met his, it took his breath away. You opened your mouth slightly to let out a soft moan, Tengen's leg was jammed in-between your thighs. He used this opportunity to slip his tongue in your mouth and deepen the kiss.

+ Tengen started to kiss down your jaw, once he got to your neck he started to suck on the soft flesh. This is something that he had been wanting to do ever since he fell in love with you that night. He was truly, in heaven. Letting his hand wander down to your skirt, slowly slipping his hand under and rubbing circles at your core. You shoved your face in his hot neck, feeling his pulse on your cheek.

"I love you, (Y/n). I love you more that words can possibly describe, I've been in love with you ever since I laid my eyes on you the first night we met. Marry me (y/n). I love you more than life itself."

"I... love you too Tengen."

+ Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes. Music to his ears. That is, until you sat up.

"But-"

" No, no, no. (y/n) don't say that, just be with me, please...

" I love you Tengen, but I won't be your fourth wife. I won't be your second choice, or your third, and most certainly not your fourth."

+ Tengen sat up completely. You were still sitting in his lap, half leaning on his broad chest.

"I think you already are my first choice, you are truly my one and only (Y/n). Don't you understand? I saved those three from a life that would've killed them, I care for them like friends, but I don't love them."

+ You kissed his cheek.

"I think you have some things to work through, Tengen. Come find me when you've figured it out."

+ His heart shattered into a million pieces, he would choose you over the world. How could he make this better? He knew what he needed to do.

+ You got off of him, and flipped your skirt back down. You turned your head away to hide the fact that you were crying, but he saw the tear roll down your cheek anyway.

+ You walked out of his hospital room, and down the hall to see Tengen's wives talking to Shinobu. They didn't say anything, but Suma and Makio gave you a chilling glance as you walked by.

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+ It had been a day after Tengens return.

+ You were preparing the table in the butterfly mansion in preparation for a meeting that Shinobu had with the master.

"Ehem"

+ You looked up, startled.

"What are you doing?"

"Setting a formal table, it's kind of hard. There are so many forks, I don't know which one to kill myself with."

+ He laughed for the first time that day. If there was one thing he could count on, it's the fact that you could never fail to make him laugh.

+ He looked at you warmly. You had never seen him so nervous before in your life.

"I divorced my wives."

+ You looked at him, shocked.

"Tengen-"

"It was coming for a long time, it's not your fault, they wanted something I wouldn't give them... They have a place to stay and they're well taken care of. You were right, it was selfish of me to expect you to marry me when I was already wed.

+ He looked at you, pleadingly.

"(Y/n) will you marr- hmm!

+ Wrapping your arms around his neck you kissed him deeply. He quickly retuned the favor by grabbing both of your thighs and lifting you up and around his waist.

"*gasp* Marry me?"

"Yes!" "Okay!"

"Now, why don't we finish what we started?"

+ He bounced you up in the air before switching you into a bridal style position.

+ This will be a long night.

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Thank you so much for reading!! Request anytime!

#demon slayer #demon slayer headcanons #demon slayer x y/n #demon slayer fanfic #kny #hashira #demon slayer kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer tengen #tengen x reader #kny tengen #tengen uzui #uzui tengen #tengen x y/n #tengen x you

[ieatkeyboard]

Date Night

Diavolo cancels on Lucifer last minute but the avatar of Pride doesn't want to cancel the reservation so he takes you with him Warnings: Nsft, Lucifer X Reader, unprotected, P in V, intimate. T Crimson nails complemented the silk around his neck as he neatly tied his tie. He was going to some fancy restaurant that opened up. The tall mans DDD and he took it off the coffee table. "Hello, Lucifer! I'm afraid Barbatos is keeping me in tonight as I got more work last minute T_T How about you take MC with you, take them on that date you've been telling me about :P" The avatar sighed as he ran a hand through his hair. He hesitated before replying. "Of course, give me directions and I'll ask them right away." "Good Luck! :D" He looked at his phone as anxiety filled his stomach. At the end of the day, if you say no, what's the big deal, right? He tapped your name on his phone and began typing. "Hello, Mc. Are you busy?" His cheeks became hot when he saw you typing. "Hey, Luci! I'm free right now, what's up?" "Diavolo and I had a reservation at a new restaurant but something came up last minute and he had to cancel. Would you like to go with me instead?""Of course! Do I need to dress up?""It is a formal establishment so yes, if you don't mind.""Alright! How long do I have to get ready?""Twenty minutes, preferably wear something red. I'll get you from your room before we go.""See you then ;)" His pale lips curved into a gentle smile. It wouldn't be the first time he'd taken you out to dinner and he hoped this wouldn't be the last but it always gave him butterflies. You slipped on a black sleek maxi dress. The last time he saw you wear it to a party he wouldn't stop staring at you. You put on a ruby necklace, a matching ring and red heels. You figured it would be enough red to get away with. Eyeliner and lashes were saved for last. You had 5 minutes to spare. Not bad you thought, grabbing your DDD and sending the demon a text. "I'm ready to go!" The three dots popped of quickly, as if he were eagerly waiting for you to be done. "Of course, I'm on my way." You heard a knock on your door and opened it with a smile. A soft pink blossomed on his cheeks as he looked at you. "You look gorgeous." He mumbled and his eyes went wide as you giggled. "I could as the same for you, I can see why you wear red so often." Your hand went to his cheek. "Now..We have to sneak out or my brothers are gonna throw a fit. I'd prefer it was just us at this dinner." He explained holding your hands in his. "I'll head out first, you follow behind a couple minutes later. If my brothers ask, say you're going with a friend." "Alright." You watched him walk out and heard him yell at Mammon to behave while he was gone. You sat, scrolling devilgram for a couple minutes, going through what your excuse would be. You hurried down the stairs, carrying your heels and quickly putting them on. Asmo saw you and became curious. "Ooo you're all dolled up! Why are you in such a hurry?" The strawberry haired boy asked, grabbed your purse and handing it to you. "My friend's going through a breakup so I'm taking her out on a friend date to help her forget him. But I spent to long trying to figure out what to wear." You said, rushing to get your heels back on. "And no you may NOT come. She needs a break from dating and you're a giant flirt. Have fun, behave, you wanna party go to a club, love ya!" You yelled running out the door. You ran down the front steps and walked past a couple trees until large hands pulled you out of sight. A deep, familiar voice whispered in your ear, "Relax, it's me." Your breathing slowed and he gave you a minute before walking you to his car. Of course, a matte black camaro. He opened the door for you and you got in, Soon enough he was next to you and driving away from the dark house. The drive consisted of talking about each other's week and complementing each other. You pulled up to the building and he parked. "Are you read, Darling?" You flushed at the name, smiling and nodding as he got out and opened the door for you.

You linked arms as he spoke to the woman at the counter, she walked you to your seats and left you with two menus.

You were glad he told you to dress up or you'd stick out like a sore thumb. The light was dim and warm as crystal chandeliers reflected the light. "I feel so out of place" You giggled. "It's beautiful." "Don't worry, you look the part. They'd never know how clumsy you are by looking at you." He smirked. "And they wouldn't know you're a lovey dovey dork by looking at you." You retorted, smirking as he looked at you with wide eyes. "Oh really?" He smiled as he leaned forward "Really." You smiled, grabbing his hand and running your thumb over his.

You ordered food and got a couple glasses of wine in your system. "Baby?" "Hmm?" He hummed, looking up at you. His eyes shone brightly as he looked at you. He looked so calm. Happy. "Are you ready to go home?" You asked, holding his hand and he nodded, grabbing his wallet and taking some cash out. You stacked the dishes and left the money there as you walked out. He walked you to the car and watched as you almost twisted your ankle, heels and alcohol was not a good mix. He opened the car door and knelt down. "Face me, Honey." He said holding your knee. You turned so your legs were out of the car and he slipped your heels off. A sigh of pleasure fell from your mouth. "There we go. Much better." He smiled at you and buckled you in before closing the door. He held your hand the entire drive home, occasionally giving the back of your hand a kiss. You held your uncomfortable shoes in one hand as Lucifer carried you to the house. "Can you open the door for me?" He asked, kissing your head as you reached for the door knob. "There you go" You said softly, kissing his jaw as he step in the house. "Now close the door." He said, turning you so your feet were towards the door, you managed to slip your foot in the door handle and attempted to close it. "Almost there! Come on!" He smiled and you two giggled. When the door closed he kicked his shoes off and placed you down. "Luci?" "Yes?" "Can we dance?"

You two ran into Beel in the hallway and he smiled at you. "You guys look nice." He said before walking off. Lucifer took you into his room and put a record onto his record player. Merry Go Round of Life began to play. "Levi told me you liked the movie this song came from so I figured I'd get it for you." He said as he took one of your hands in his and the other slipped around your waist. "Oh Luci..I love you." You whispered, kissing him. His hand left yours and went to your chin as he deepened your affections. His tongue grazed your lower lip and you opened your mouth. "This dress is beautiful but I think it'd be prettier on the floor" He whispered into your ear as he undid your necklace and placed it on the table. You took off your gloves and set them on the table along with his tie and jacket.

"You want me to do it, don't you?" He whispered, smirking at you. "You know the answer to that." You smiled. He began to roll up his sleeve. You loved how it showed off his forearms. "Better?" He asked, leaning his hands on the bed to support himself as he towered over you. You hummed in agreement and your hands went to the sides of his neck as you brought him into another kiss. "I love you so much." You whispered. "I love you more, Beautiful." He breathed as you slid his pants down half way down his thighs, letting his red boxers stay. He began to grind against your soft entrance, letting his head fall into the crook of your neck. "Lucifer~" You moaned, sliding your hands under his boxers and holding his hips as he continued. "I need you, My Love..Please" He whispered. His teeth grazed your neck as he left marks and his hips stopped in their tracks as you brought his boxers down. "Do it." You said, looking him in the eye. "Use me." Your hands latched onto his back and your legs wrapping around his hips. His thrusts were slow and deep as he kissed you. Soft "I love you"s falling from your mouths. He held your hands and pressed his forehead against yours as you closed your eyes. "I'm close, My Love...I want you to come with me, can you do that?" He mumbled as he groaned. "Yes. Yes please yes." You moaned, arms wrapping around his neck. "I'll count down from 5" 5 "Ohhh Luci!" 4 "Fuck.." 3 "Hold on a little longer, Sweetheart" 2 "FuUCK" 1 He pulled you into a kiss as he fucked his cum into you. He rolled off of you and you laid on his chest. "Let's hope your brothers are asleep." "Mmm, let's hope they don't need anything. I don't feel like picking our clothes off the floor right now." You giggled and grabbed the blanket off the edge of the bed, pulling it over the both of you. "Good night, Luci, I love you." "I love you more, My Dear. Rest well." NOTE: I love this so much. I hope you enjoyed!

#obey me shall we date #obey me lucifer #lucifer smut #lucifer obey me #lucifer x reader #RatwRitesThings

[littlefanficprincess]

I want to see your pretty face

Oneshot

Pair: Tord (post end) x reader

Song: One woman Army (Porcelain Black)

Part 2

(A/n): Tord doesn't appear yet, but I want to first bridge the gap between meetings.

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How long has it been since I've seen Tord? 2...3 years, maybe 4?

It doesn't really matter to me, I just hope that he is alright. To keep my mind off things, I began to work out. Run around the block a few times every morning, do some yoga and going to the gym atleast twice a week.

I never got the answer on why Tord was on that wanted poster, there were more wanted posters everyday. Makes me wonder what he did to be wanted for that much money.

It was currently morning, I was on my morning run when I noticed a flyer on the ground. I grab it from the concrete floor and let me gaze glide across it. It seemed old, it had small tears and faded colors.

Red Army

[phone]

'Red Army? I don't think I've ever heard of it. It wouldn't hurt giving it a call, I'm kinda curious' I fold the flyer and stuff it into my pocket.

Once I had finished my jog, I enter my house and sits down on the couch. I pull put my phone and the flyer. I carefully type in the number into my phone.

Ring...Ring..."Hello, this is Senna Akuna from the Red Army. How may I help you?" A woman voice was on the other side, she sound like she was in her mid-thirties.

"My name is (Y/n) (L/n). I found a flyer on the street about the red army, I was curious on what the Red Army is" I chimes, fiddling with end of my shirt.

The woman on the other side lets a groan "Paul said he got rid of them all. Well the Red Army is an organisation which has the goal to change the world. It has existed for many years"

"Is there anyway to join it?"

"There is indeed ons, I could set up an appointment to see if you're fit. It's alright if you refuse. I will warn you that if you leak this information, you will be assassinated" She informs.

"Well, isn't that just comforting. I am intrested in joining"

"Ofcourse. I have a spot for you on Monday the 27th at 2:30, Is that a good time for you?"

"Yes, where should I go?"

"Go to the abandoned walnut factory outside town, there you will be picked up by a car. Which will bring you the base, you will be escorted to my office. I will see you then, have a nice day"

"You too" I press on the hang up button, and let out a huff. The idea of being in an army sounds thrilling and also exciting. I'd say I'm pretty fit and thanks to all those times where me and Tord went to the shooting range. Even if I was rusty, I still knew how to use a gun.

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Timeskip

┗━°⌜ 赤い糸 ⌟°━┛

(Y/n) taps her foot against the concrete. She has been waiting for a few minutes, feeling the breeze blow past her.

A car pulls up, the windows were too dark to see inside. The window of it slightly lowers, just enough to hear what is going on inside, but not see inside.

"(Y/n) (L/n)?" A voice inside questions.

"That's me" (Y/n) answers, nodding.The back door opens, inviting her in. She enters the car, sitting down on the seat. She closes the door as the car takes off.

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Timeskip

┗━°⌜ 赤い糸 ⌟°━┛

She was dropped off at a big building, it was black and red. She carefully the approaches the enterance, noticing a red button next to the door.

Reaching out, she presses it. A click could heard and the door opens. (Y/n) enters, cautiously, looking around.

"You must be (Y/n)" A voice says. Making (Y/n) turn towards the source finding a man. He was wearing a red sweater, with a blue overcoat over it. He had brown hair with split bangs.

"The one and only" The girl responds. She eyes the name tag on his uniform 'Patryck'.

"Follow me" Patryck turns his back, using his hand to motion for the girl to follow. He leads her to an office, it was a silent between them. Patryck found the girl familiar but couldn't place his finger on where he saw her. He knocks on the door.

"Who is it?" (Y/n) hears the same voice she spoke to on the phone.

"It's Patryck, I have (Y/n) (L/n) with me" Patryck speaks."Right, Patryck, you can leave. (L/n), please enter"

Patryck gives a small wave, before walking off to somewhere. (Y/n) turns to the door, opening it and walking through it.

There was a desk with a woman sitting behind it. She had dark colored hair and a suit with a red tie. She motions for the girl to take a seat infront of the desk, which she does.

"I have looked at your portfolio, I'm quite impressed. I heard that you often visited a shooting ranch, is that correct?" Senna explains, looking at the person on the other side of the desk.

"Oh yeah, like...6 years I think. It was mostly with my friend Tord, I haven't seen him in a long time, so I stopped visiting" (Y/n) replies, scratching her cheek.

Senna hums "interesting" she writes something on a paper next to, she puts the pen down "Your future will be discussed, I'll give you a call next week"

#fanfic #x reader #eddsworld #eddsworld x reader #tord x reader #ew tord #red leader #oneshot #ew patryck

[vipower001]

DC x DP crossover (Victorian gothic styled Danny) pt2: (part 1 https://at.tumblr.com/vipower001/part-1/mn9ekooby0fo )

I just cried for a solid two hours over my math midterm, Not sobbing, oh no, no no no, I was laughing and crying, if I didn't have tears quietly running down my face then you would have thought I just heard the funniest joke...anyway, my mother told me to go study my other class but I think I would actually have a break down if I did so I am instead giving yall the long-awaited and much asked for part two of my victorian styled Danny phantom.

Also, I want this to be clear that yall are freely allowed to "steal" this idea. Want to make a fanfic about this? Go for it. Want to make your own crossover idea with this? Go for it. Want to do ANYTHING with this idea? GO FOR IT!!!! cause this will go absolutely nowhere with me. Just remember to at least tag or mention me/the original post. Thanks, now on to what yall've all been waiting for

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Danny has been alive for a while now so he has some money saved up under the guise of it being an inheritance. He also has some money from Vlad that he was given. So what is an immortal 23-year-old to do with all this bank??? Why buy a nice BIG manor of course! So Danny moves into his new home and guess who it neighbors? The Wayne manor.

Bruce hears about a new neighbor and good-old-Brucie Wayne being the good neighbor decides to take his youngest with him to greet this new person (the other bats weren't staying at the manor at that time). So Bruce goes and knocks a the front door expecting a housekeeper or someone who works for this new Neighbor, only for him to be surprised by the unknown meta that saved him in the ally.

He is shocked and all training and discipline are thrown out the window because he can finally get a good look at the meta without the darkness of night and shadows of the ally and, holy fuck, they look so much like his father. Bruce is just standing there with wide eyes and mouth agape for a few minutes until he is shaken out of his shock of seeing a younger version of his father by said impersonator when they cleared their throat to draw his attention.

" Are you ok?" They ask "It looks like you saw a ghost," They say with a chuckle like they just told a joke only they could understand.

Finally out of his shock bruce puts on his Brucie face and while chucking himself, though it is to get rid of the tension, says "I'm sorry, you just look like someone I used to know."

"I must just have that face I suppose. Is there something I could help you with today?" says the stranger

"OH YES, how could I forget our sole purpose of coming here! I'm Bruce Wayne and this is my youngest Damian, we heard that you recently moved in, and since we are neighbors we thought it be polite to say hello."

"That's very kind of you, My name is Danny, Danny Nightengale Fenton it's a pleasure to me the both of you"

'So the mystery meta's name is Danny' thought Bruce 'Now I have a name to search up.'

"Would you like to come inside Big Wayne and Little Wayne?"

Damian scoffs at being called little, turning his nose up to him and leveling Danny with a glare that says it all. Danny just laughs at his expression, filling Damian with more reasons to stab the man. Because, if his father was so startled to see this man then he must be suspect of something, it doesn't help that he fits the description of the meta that saved His father in that ally way the night he came back with a haunted expression.

"Thank you for offering Mr.Fenton but I'm afraid we don't have time today. Mabey we could reschedule for another time, and then you could meet the rest of my children as well if you would like?"

"Danny is fine, it's what everyone calls me, and I would love to meet the rest of your flock Mr. Wayne."

filing the strange use of words away for later Bruce responds, "Please, call me Bruce. Now we must get going, it was lovely meeting you Danny," with a wave.

"Goodbye Bruce...and little Wayne." and with a final smirk shuts the door.

Damian tch's as he turns to walk away, once again displeased with being called little. He is the son of Batman and heir to the title! He was raised as an assassin and could kill before he could walk! He is not little, he is simply lacking in height at the moment but will surely be as tall as his father one day. And so with a final glare at the closed door, he enters the car that he and his father took to visit Danny.

Once they're in the car and driving away from the manor housing their newest neighbor Bruce lets his Brucie persona slip and replaces it is Batman.

Danny is the name of the meta. Danny is strong enough to take down a few terrorists singlehandedly. Danny can seemingly vanish into thin air, Invisibility or teleportation? Danny looks young, possibly early 20's. Danny has enough money to live in a manor. Danny is his new neighbor. Danny looks like Thomas Wayne.

Sighing, Batman ignores the last thing on his mental list for now. It's best to not let himself get distracted by someone who so happens to look like his late father, acts similarly to him, smirks like he used to. He is brought back to the night in the ally after Danny saved him, how Danny made sure he was ok and how he draped his coat over Bruce just...just like his father used to.

Perhaps it is a good idea to look into this unknown meta more, because why did he feel so familiar? why did he feel like his father comforting him after he fell or got lost? why did he feel...like home?

(everyone that asked to be tagged: @adventure-aesthetic @cosmic-monstrosity @markus209 @blacksea21090 if I forgot someone I am sorry...I'm too stressed to fully care right now.)

#victorian gothic danny #danny fenton #danny phantom crossover #immortal danny phantom #dp x dc #dp x dc crossover #i hate math so much

[mj-iza-writer]

Hello, MJ! I hope you are doing okay :))

This may sound strange but… Have you ever considered writing about weather dependent whumpee? Honestly, I’ve never ever seen anyone using this trope, and I think it’s pretty nice. Adds a little more inconvenience to recovering.

The idea came to me a week ago, when it started snowing. In May. And like the day before the snow it’s been warm enough to wear a light jacket. The nature is amazing.

Sincerely yours, anon with whumperflies :)

Hello Anon with Whumperflies, I'm always happy to see you in my ask box... I am doing great. I hope you are doing great as well.

You are absolutely right, we do not see a lot of weather related Whump.. I know I myself get whumped by the hot summer weather every year, and I do not enjoy it.

I started thinking about a good story to go with your idea, and then I realized I have a character who fits this. I have never written for this character. He just lives in my head rent-free. I hope you and everyone enjoys.

Backstory:

The characters name is Everest, he is a demon prince over a class of demons made of ice. In his hidden part of the world, it is colder than Antarctica.

His people suffered due to wars and global warming. To conserve their people the king sent his son, Everest to a place to protect him. Along with that, two ice dragons lay in deep slumber waiting to be awoken.

Everest was recovered on an archeological dif sight, and was sold off into demon slavery. He was thankfully purchased by a human who works alongside a different demon king. They plan to destroy the demon slave trade and take over the world.

Short story to go with the backstory:

Everest looked over his arms, they were supposed to be icy and transparent. He should have been able to see the liquid coursing through his body. This frozen liquid acted as blood, but it also acted as aid. If Everest were ever injured the blood would freeze over the wound much like a scab.

Everest frowned, then looked toward the person who acted as his mistress.

"Lady Crystal, I really need to soak", Everest whispered, trying not to draw attention to himself. These important guests had overstayed their welcome.

Crystal looked up and nodded.

"You'll excuse my butler, he needs to take care of something", Crystal looked over to the guest.

"Did he say soak?", one of the guest spoke up.

"Yes, Everest is made of partial ice. It is much to warm here, so he has to soak in a mixture of ice water and liquid nitrogen", Crystal frowned.

"Then why doesn't he live in a colder climate. That seems quite inconvenient for you if your butler can't work continuously", a different guest spoke up.

"He did, unfortunately human kind destroyed it through global warming and his own kind were at war. Then when a bunch of humans dug him up they brought him here to suffer", Crystal glared, "I have two other servants to take care of things. My servants do not work continuously either. Also, it is not as inconvenient as this meeting has been to my day.... can we please wrap this up."

"Just a few more minutes if you please", one said.

Crystal was finally able to check on Everest.

"Your highness, may I come in?", she knocked at the door.

"Yes you can, I'm clothed", Everest replied.

Crystal opened the door and was met with a chilled breeze.

"Burr", Crystal froze, "I don't know if I'll ever understand how you enjoy that", she shut the door behind her.

"In all honesty it could be colder", Everest chuckled, "I'm almost out of liquid nitrogen."

"Okay I'll put in the request. We should have some by tomorrow", Crystal frowned.

"Did they give you any issues when I had to leave", Everest made a concerned face, "I tried to hold out, but they kept going."

"They did, but I dealt with them. Your health comes first", Crystal almost sat on the edge of the tub.

"I wouldn't do that. You'll get stuck, and we will have to call Alfred up here", Everest chuckled, "we don't need you to freeze to the metal tub."

"Right. Almost forgot", Crystal grinned, "do you need anything else?"

"Could you throw more ice in... please... everything is melted", Everest smiled.

Crystal went to order the liquid nitrogen.

She typed in her number, which allowed her to purchase it, and in large quantities. No normal person needed as much as she did.

"Oh no", Crystal frowned.

"What is it?", Alfred, the lead butler questioned while he prepared dinner.

"The lab is out of nitrogen, they don't have liquid or solid", Crystal started to right a message.

After a few minutes a reply came through.

"They are working on it, and sent my normal order to a different lab who is stocked, but we won't receive it for two days", Crystal sighed heavily, "it also says we can't drive there to get it. The lab has requested no in person visits."

"Another problem", Alfred looked up from a different computer, "tomorrow is supposed to be an extremely hot day... Everest is not going to like this."

"Not going to like what?", Everest came into the kitchen.

Crystal looked at Alfred.

"Don't look at me, you're the boss here" Alfred threw up his hands.

"Of course, only when it is convenient for you, then I'm the boss", Crystal sighed.

"Anyone want to tell me what the heck is going on", Everest looked at them both.

"Um, I just went on to order the nitrogen.... and uhm, the lab is out of it, both solid and liquid", Crystal didn't dare look Everest in the eyes, "your order is considered top priority, but they sent it to a different lab, it won't come tomorrow, but the next day. We can't go pick it up either."

Everest made a concerned face.

"Look at the forecast for tomorrow", Alfred held up the computer for Everest.

"I might die by the time we get more", Everest groaned, "I'm gonna look like frosty the snowman when the sun got hot."

Crystal worked hard not to laugh at that comment.

"Me and Drake will go to a few stores and by a bunch of ice. You didn't drain your tub did you?", Crystal watched Everest's shoulder slump.

Everest nodded weakly, "I did, it wasn't cold enough... any... more..... I'm sorry."

"Alright Everest get out of the kitchen. Alfred is cooking, we need to conserve as much of your coldness as possible", Crystal ordered, "Drake and I will get all the ice we can. Then we will create a cold space for Everest to ride the heat wave out. Let's go."

Crystal watched Everest stand there frozen in panic, "with all do respect your highness.... get the heck out of this kitchen and up to your bathroom. We will use that room to protect you."

Everest sulked on the floor of the bathroom.

"I miss not having to worry about this", he whispered, "I miss home."

"You're highness, we're back and we have ice", Crystal called from outside of the room, "can we come in?"

"Yes", Everest stood and adjusted himself.

"Royalty should never slump and sourer", Everest remembered his mom saying.

"Okay that will hopefully hold us out until we get the liquid nitrogen. How much more do you have left again?", Crystal forced the fridge closed, "thanks Drake for helping me."

"Yes miss", Drake bowed.

"I have maybe a cup left", Everest looked down sadly.

"Okay, it's okay. We are going to get you through this", Crystal tried to comfort Everest, "let's save that cup for when we really need it."

Everest nodded, "how are you so sure about this? That ice isn't enough and you know it."

"I have plans in motion", Crystal grinned, "just trust me."

The next day Everest hid in the corner of his bathroom. Towels lined the bathroom door on the inside and outside.

The air was on full blast throughout the home. Every shade was closed, and everyone leisured about.

"I don't see this working for Everest, he's already soaked once today and used four bags of ice", Alfred sighed as he fanned himself.

"I have something in motion, I'm just waiting on the text", Crystal leaned into the fan Alfred was using.

"What plan is that?", Drake looked up from the floor, "it's so hot."

Crystal's phone vibrated.

"Yah", Crystal looked at their phone, "someone draw a portal sigil."

Drake grabbed a pen and paper, and drew the sigil.

Crystal grabbed it, "thanks, I need all demons up to Everest's bathroom."

Drake and Alfred followed Crystal up to the bathroom.

Everest jumped when the door opened.

"I'm getting really hot", Everest whispered, I've melted some and my fluid is seeping out."

Crystal placed the sigil on the floor.

She grabbed the bottle of nitrogen and dumped the rest on Everest.

"Hurry and open the portal. Ashton and Dash should be on the other side", Crystal frowned, "this needs to work."

Drake and Alfred stood in front of the sigil and together opened it.

Snow fell in from the other side.

Alfred peaked in and saw Crystal's friend Ashton and their demon, Dasher, standing their surrounded by snow.

"Crystal what is this?", Alfred turned.

"I texted Aston to see how close they were to a cold climate. Luckily they were near Antarctica and had the gear to be there. Help Everest get to the portal", Crystal watched Everest struggle.

On the other side Aston and Dasher helped pull Everest out.

Everest fell into the snow on the verge of passing out

"Take care of.... wow it's cold", Crystal peaked through the portal, "are you two okay to stay there."

"Yep, we have everything we need. We will take care of his highness until the heat passes", Ashton smiled.

Dasher stepped forward, "the portal is closing please step back Crystal."

"Thankyou again for helping him", Crystal stepped back.

"You're welcome", Crystal heard as the portal closed.

"That was really smart", Alfred looked at her in amazement.

"I have my moments. I know it's still not cold enough there for Everest, but it's better than here", Crystal turned, "let's save the ice, we can use it when he comes back."

Everest startled awake and looked around.

"Where am I", Everest looked at the snow, "what did Miss Crystal do?"

"Good morning your highness", someone called, "don't get to close we have a fire and heater going."

"Is that Ashton and Dasher?", Everest chuckled, "what's going on here?"

"Crystal called us and said you were in a bad way. We were going by Antarctica when she called, so it worked out perfectly. We will be here to keep you company until the heat wave goes past", Ashton came out, "sorry you're stuck here with us."

"Trust me, this is a good thing. I really appreciate this", Everest looked at his arms, "I'm actually getting my ice color back."

"That's good", Ashton shivered, "alright I'm going back to the heater. We are right here if you need us your highness."

"Thankyou, and thankyou so much for helping me get here", Everest smiled.

Everest thought for a few minutes, "you haven't by chance found the ice dragons yet, have you?"

"No unfortunately", Dasher sighed, "they are not visible to us yet. We are still trying your highness."

Everest nodded, "thankyou, I was hoping you'd say yes and surprise me."

"No my King, not yet", Ashton sighed, "was there a spell or something to awaken them?"

"Not to my memory... if there were my father didn't tell me", Everest sighed, "I'm sorry."

"It's okay, once we get you back to health we will keep looking", Ashton smiled, "maybe once the dragons are found we can move your kingdom here in Antarctica. You can begin replenishing your people."

"I hope so, it's still quite warm even here, but once the demon population gains control, I can control the temperature more", Everest sighed, "you two may not even be able to come near Antarctica when I'm done with it."

"I hope not", Ashton grinned, "I'm just happy Crystal an I are on your good sides."

"I've had enough freezing my butt off trying to find these dragons. Once they're found you will never find me near this continent or the northern hemisphere again", Dasher shivered, "you have my word on that your highness, I'll be taking Aston to the islands once Demon are reigning", Dasher turned to Aston, "if you're okay with that?"

"Sounds fine to me", Ashton grinned.

"You both should get some rest, I know you have both been working hard. I'll stay out here away from your warmth", Everest looked around, "thankyou again for helping me get here."

"You're welcome", Ashton replied.

"Let us know if you need us for anything", Dasher laid back, "sleep does sound amazing right now."

Everest stood on the cliff watching darkening sky, "father, if you can hear me, I need a sign. How am I rule when I can't find the dragons? How am I supposed to this?"

I hope that was fitting to a weather dependent Whumpee.

I don't think I'm going to tag people for this story as it was based on an ask. I hope that those of you who read this enjoy it. -MJ

#whump community #ask answered #ask response #story ask #friends idea #whump writing #whump stuff #whump ideas #whump #whumpee #whump scenario #whumper #oc #caretaking

[conniesanchor]

stop I saw your “you are in love” prompt and thought of spencer reid and wildest dreams

YES, THIS FITS SO WELL. this fic is a part of my 300 followers celebration!

spencer reid x fem!suspect!reader

summary: you're a suspect in a homicide. what happens when you fall for one of the fbi agents working the case?

I thought Heaven can't help me now

Nothing lasts forever

But this is gonna take me down

when you heard a knock at your door, you didn't suspect anything. it was a friday night, so you figured it was just one of your girlfriends coming to pick you up to go to the club. when you opened the door to see two men standing there, your heart dropped. the man on the left was tall and skinny, his hair dangling in front of his eyes. if you weren't so afraid, you would've been more attracted to him. the man on the right had a darker skin tone, and he was more buffed up than the other one, "hello, mrs. l/n. im agent morgan, this is dr. reid. we're with the fbi, could we ask you a few questions?" the man on the right. asked, a silent request to come in.

you were concerned, but you let them in anyway, "yeah, of course. come in." you walked in, trying to tidy up in any way you could. "can i get you two anything?" you asked, your throat dry.

"no, that's alright. you worked with lani perez, correct?" dr. reid asked, he received a nod in response, "she was murdered last week. some of your coworkers have said you were the last one seen with her. do you know what happened?"

you shook your head, and if you had any saliva left in your throat before, it was gone now. how could she be dead? you just saw her yesterday. thoughts were flooding through your head, "um, no. i was the last one in the office, i think she might have said 'bye' or 'have a nice night', but other than that, no. we weren't that close." you rambled on.

after a few more questions that you didn't really listen to, but answered anyway, the agents made their way out. the taller one handed you a business card, "don't leave the state, be prepared to be called in for questioning at any time. right now, mrs. l/n. you are a suspect in the murder of lani perez." and then they left.

He's so tall and handsome as hell

He's so bad, but he does it so well

I can see the end as it begins

it wasn't long before you were called in for questioning. you sat in a cold, dark room, with only one window. you were in there for what felt like hours until the doctor that showed up to your house walked in. "i know how hard this must be for you, y/n. we aren't here to accuse you of anything, but you understand how it looks for you, don't you?" he asked, his eyes meeting yours intently. "you're gonna be here for a while. do you want water or something?"

"no. im okay."

he sighed, "for the record, i know you didn't do it. we just don't have any other leads. i know you're stressed, but you need to take care of yourself. let me get you water and food." he placed his hands on top of yours.

"okay." you couldn't really speak, and your hands were shaking too much. you were doing everything in your power to keep the tears from falling onto your face.

spencer moved toward the door to get you what you need. then, he turned around to do something that he normally doesn't do (and that would probably cause him to burn his suit at a later date), "do you need a hug?" he asked, and when he received a nod, he moved to wrap his arms around your neck. on instinct, you wrapped yours around his torso. you only stayed there for a moment, but you needed it.

Say you'll remember me

Standing in a nice dress

Staring at the sunset, babe

Red lips and rosy cheeks

your name had officially been cleared. however, another one of your coworkers had been killed the other day. you knew it couldn't have been a coincidence. after the second murder spencer himself had an officer put outside your door. it was weird how close you had gotten recently. he was checking in on you every night, and he even stayed at your house for a couple hours one night.

now, it was ten pm when you heard a knock at your door. you knew no one should have made it past the officer sitting outside. so you rushed up the stairs and locked yourself in your bedroom. you pushed your dresser in front of the door and closed your curtains before dialing spencer on your cell.

he picked up after the first ring, and before you could get a word out, there was a crash downstairs. "spencer," you whispered. "spencer there someone in my house. please help."

"im on my way, okay? just stay calm. i will be there soon. don't hang up," he started. you were thankful that the police station he and his team were based at were just down the road from your house. "where are you?"

you tried to slow your breathing, "im in my bedroom. the door is locked, and i put something in front of it, but im not sure how long it will hold him off," your words were rushed, and you were panicking. the only thing that was helping you was the sound of police sirens on the other line.

"okay, that's good. were two minutes out. just stay calm and quiet, baby." baby. your life was on the line, and all you could think about was the fact that he just called you baby.

as promised, it was only two minutes before you heard the police sirens outside your house. two gunshots went off, and all you could think about was spencer. you had only known him for a week, but it felt like longer. it felt like you already knew everything about him. you kept worrying until you heard his shaky voice, "y/n. are you okay?" he asked before pushing the door and the dresser out of the way.

you quickly got up from your resting spot on the ground and rushed toward him, throwing your arms around his neck. "it's okay. you're safe now."

You'll see me in hindsight

Tangled up with you all night

Burning it down

Someday when you leave me

I bet these memories

Follow you around

spencer and his team had stayed in the city for a while longer. you shouldn't be happy about another case popping up in your hometown, but it gave you more time with spencer. the short amount of time he did get away from the case he spent at your house. in your bed. spending time with you.

when they solved the new case, spencer had to leave. virginia wasn't that far from your hometown, so you and spencer agreed to make it work. you would take turns flying out each weekend.

Even if it's just in your wildest dreams, ah-ah, ha (ha-ah, ha)

a year later, you moved in with spencer. you found a job and you were happy.

thank you sm for requesting ml. this is pretty angsty. hope you liked it.

#criminal minds #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid fanfic #spence reid #spencer reid #spencer reid fluff #wildest dreams #1989 taylor's version #taylor swift #cm #criminal minds fic #criminal minds drabble #spencer reid imagines #mgg #matthew gray gubler

[levmada]

Gee!!! Drabble request!

[CHIN] - sender tucks receiver in under their chin.

My eruri for yours! Let's have a Levi who's kept the stress from the day under wraps until he goes to Erwin's room, and he gets uncharacteristically flustered as he tries to decompress from the day. And then a soft moment where Erwin tucks Levi in under his chin to settle him.

thank u andrea i love u andrea<3 expect another eruri for eruri or else🔪

//oral, praise, HURT/COMFORT, canonverse, self-hatred, just eruri loving each other the end, massages, insomnia mentions

The sun is finally setting on a day that's lasted years. Outside the window at the end of the hall, where Levi stands before a set of two doors, the golden hour practically penetrates the floor it shines on, casting it in that golden color. It's beautiful, and mocking him with said beauty.

He glares at the doors. The bronze nameplate has inscribed upon it is Erwin's name and title. He would go in without even knocking if he didn't feel like a boiling volcano. Not even an hour ago he stood at this same spot, but he could feel himself so wrung-out, snippy and pissed at everything including the fit of his clothes that he left.

After a shower and scraping the mud off his boots, he felt a little better, but he could still snap at anything right now. Including the sun glare. He hasn't eaten, not hungry, so his fingers are not only trembling, but tremoring.

Today was back-breaking but he doesn't feel like he did anything productive somehow, so he feels behind, and hungry, and missing Erwin. He doesn't want to burden him with his shitty mood, but he knows, just knows, that his presence would calm him down.

So he stands, paralyzed by indecision.

The doors pull back open, startling Levi. Of course it's Erwin, who looks neutral and had known he was here. He's dressed down to loungewear, and freshly showered by the look of his floppy, damp bangs.

All he can do is ready himself to be deciphered and his feelings known, a talent only Erwin has. Luckily Levi doesn't have to say anything.

Erwin blinks, his diamond blue eyes then filling with a concoction of worry and confusion. this is so embarrassing...

"Hello, Levi. Did something keep you back? You're here later than usual."

They both know Levi's strict routine when it comes to all things. Even so, Levi doesn't put it past Erwin that he noticed he was out here. It's what he does. Notice.

Erwin asks, “Do you want to come in, love?”

Love. Tenderness and fear roils in his chest. He wants to collapse, or hit himself.

Without meeting his steady gaze, he walks straight forward and buries his face in Erwin's chest, who's strong like a wall, and soft, his cotton shirt, and just, here.

As Erwin wraps Levi in his arms, he tightly clutches the back of Erwin's shirt. As he strokes his back, Levi almost melts into a puddle on the floor.

"Have you eaten?"

He shakes his head.

"Let me fetch you something... I was already winding down for the evening. It's your turn."

Levi doesn't move. Erwin, more tender than ever embracing him, walks them both backwards into his quarters. Levi wriggles away to close the doors, and then returns to his refuge. They stand there in the entranceway, hugging tight. It feels like Erwin is molding him back together, in a way.

"You smell nice," Erwin compliments.

“Would hope so,” he grunts. “I took a shower.”

“But no dinner. It's only fair I get onto you about that, don't you think? ...How about tea?"

His throat tightens up a little. In almost every case, Levi is the one getting onto him about eating enough. Arguably they both work long hours on a heavy workload, but Erwin is the definition of neglectful when it's towards himself, in any case.

Surprisingly, Levi considers the offer of tea instead of immediately agreeing. Although he and Erwin sleep together, he didn't sleep last night for whatever reason. Sometimes it's warranted and sometimes he just gets unlucky, and his own exhaustion is catching up to him. His knuckles ache a little from holding onto Erwin, like a straw breaking the camel's back. He can't think of how to put this feeling into words.

Erwin inhales like he's going to speak. They both sense each other's surprise, even Levi's surprised at himself.

"Allow me."

Levi's instincts prick a little, a signal that goes off when something is about to happen. It's been that way his whole life, but it's still a shock when it's a good thing, like Erwin swooping up the backs of his knees and behind his back, picking him up in his arms like a bride. His stomach swoops like a great wind.

"Fucking hell," he mutters dryly, squishing his face in Erwin's shoulder.

Erwin grunts in amusement. "Romantic, aren't I?"

"Rots my teeth," he retorts, when Erwin is this sweet.

Erwin sits him down at the foot of their big bed, and kneels in front of him. Now they're about eye-level, Erwin a little lower. The bed is a little high up, leaving Levi's feet to brush the floor. He's felt terrifically small plenty of times, mostly next to Erwin, but he likes it in Erwin's bed.

Erwin slides off his dark loafers, rubbing, then massaging gently. Levi's eyes flutter, and beyond all his control, he sags, swallowing a moan.

Erwin doesn't beg his attention too much. They both know Levi especially dislikes being "taken care of", so to speak. It's just something they do for each other.

“I'm surprised you have nothing to rant about.”

Complaining is a healthy ritual when something is shit. Looking back, all the annoyances, disappointments and anxieties merge together in his mind.

“I don’t fucking know,” he grumbles, annoyed by himself. His brows furrow, and trains his eyes on nothing in particular. “Tch. Useless.”

Erwin looks up, pausing a moment. "You are not."

He goes on lining up Levi's shoes beside him, and takes his hands, massaging each and every finger. Levi didn't notice until now that a couple callouses are flayed. That must've happened when he let off some steam on the ODM gear earlier.

"I'm not gonna sleep anytime soon, either," Levi grunts. He's exhausted, but insomnia is a sixth sense of his. "Just get in this bed... if you have nothing better to do."

He tuts. "I'm never too busy when you require my presence."

Levi rolls his eyes. A weird sensation when they sting. Pathetic. "Sap. Whatever."

"It's true," he says, now more firmly. They lock eyes for a moment.

Levi looks away and quickly wipes his eyes, passing it off as fixing his freshly washed hair. He runs his hand through it, huffing to himself.

Erwin unbuckles Levi's belt, untucks his shirt. There are three buttons at the collar, which he undoes too. "I'll get you something more comfortable. Don't say that I don't have to," he teases.

"Tch."

Erwin makes a spot between his legs—which is a tight fit, Erwin being so huge—and embraces him, this time tucking Levi's head under his chin. Neither of them are cuddly people, necessarily, but Levi needs a place to hide as he tears up.

Only Erwin, even still, will ever see him this way. Has ever. Erwin always accepts his pain, so he has nothing to defend himself from, and thus breaks him without any need for a weapon or tool to do that with. No one else can do that. No one can do that for Erwin, who has been on the receiving end of this plenty of times too. Erwin is his refuge, and he's Erwin's, each other's only ones.

Whenever they're together this way, Furlan's words occur to Levi—that it takes strength in equal measure to be weak in front of someone else.

"Erwin..." he starts to rasp.

"I know... I know."

They agree to get Levi something to eat before going to sleep, but before eating, they go to bed for a while.

Like he said he would, Erwin retrieves for him a comfy sweater of his that makes Levi feel like an old geezer, if it didn't fit him like a short dress. It's much more flattering on Erwin. Levi changes into it in front of him, leaving his boxer briefs on.

Knowing better than to argue, Levi crawls under the covers while Erwin puts away Levi's clothes, parts the curtains on the far wall, and cracks open the window. The summer night air is one of his favorite smells, smoky, soft and sweet. Crickets sing, and trusses shift in the breeze.

He's reminded again, like he is every other hour in a day, how grateful he is to have left the Underground, despite all the blood, shit and agony that comes with it here, too. He's here, thanks of course to Erwin.

Erwin follows behind him. That familiar creak of the bed, the bed which sags with his weight. He cuddles him from behind, like two spoons in a drawer, one big one small.

As he predicted, although worn mentally and his limbs heavy—even combined with the summer smell, sounds, and Erwin all by himself—he doesn't doze off at all. Resting his eyes feels nice.

Levi turns his head, blinking his heavy lashes, and hums in gratitude when Erwin kisses him, all lazy and slow, but doting, too. Communicating feelings too precious to fit into mere words.

Next to this overwhelming, disarming sense of pure safety, he tilts his head for more, kissing hard for what his exhaustion is worth.

Suddenly Erwin pulls him much closer, hand closing on Levi's cheek to keep him in place. Lust bakes his lower half.

He melts into the kiss, whimpering when teeth hook into his bottom lip. The position is awkward, but he leans in until his neck strains.

"Like a little attention?" Erwin breathes, all low, secretive almost, that gets him going even more.

"Maybe," he scoffs.

He lays his lips on a fading mark at the column of Levi's neck, and dots his shoulders with them. The freckles spotting them that only appear in the summer.

Levi bears his neck to him, pulling his hand under the baggy shirt, oven-warm. "More."

"Mhm?" Erwin mouths at his nape, making him melt and relax, squirming lazily. He takes his time there as he strokes and flicks his nipples into hard points.

"Fuck," he breathes, shivering from the press of Erwin's teeth. The sense of his strong nose pressing against his neck, and warm, plush lips.

“Mm. Is that nice?”

“More,” he demands, ever impatient. He fits his arm under Erwin's, palming his swelling cock, twitching under the pressure. "If you fucking tease me..."

"I would never," he teases, but then, his big hand covers Levi's, over his crotch, giving him perfect, fiery friction.

Levi shamelessly grinds against it, out of breath now. That and the sucking motions to his tender neck destroys the little hope he had of being quiet.

He notices an utter lack of Erwin, who can't not be hard, pressing up against his backside, and huffs at that.

"I want to please you," he tightly whispers. "In the morning."

"Tch."

He knew he'd say that. Granted, Levi doesn't have the energy to push against him much more than he is—he's already tired out. If Erwin insists on being the self-sacrificing type, Levi will plan as he always does to get him back for it later.

He's loud, all Erwin is doing is massaging his cock through the cotton. His thighs squeeze on it, sending shivers through his body.

"Love how sensitive you always are..." He whispers, "Good boy."

"Fuck," he curses, clutching his big bicep for anything to hold onto. "I can't... 'Vin."

“Lay on your back for me, and spread your legs.”

Eager to please, to earn his praise again, he does as he's told, shedding the sheets. He can see his bold blue eyes again, and his rosy face, hazy with desire. It stuns Levi, always, the control Erwin has over himself versus what he wants to do to him. Between his legs, the bulge in his loungepants is prominent.

Erwin hooks his fingers in Levi's waistband, and peels them off. He huffs in relief as his wet cock slaps his navel, freed, but aching, needing. Erwin's big palms slide up his round thighs, laying them down spread wide open.

“Please,” Levi grunts. “Hurry the fuck up. Fuck.”

He's smirking, a smirk which kisses his tip and gets Levi's hips jerking upwards. Erwin, pinning him, makes him feel trapped in the best of ways. He doesn't have to worry about a damn thing.

Erwin rests his elbow on his thigh, abandoning it to stroke and tease his balls, effectively playing with his cock while he licks his leaky tip clean. Erwin moans, Levi knows because of the taste.

He hasn't shut up since Erwin put his mouth on him, and it's getting to him. He squirms relentlessly, for what his current strength is worth. Erwin's mouth drives him fucking insane.

"Please, pleaseplease," he mumbles under his breath.

He cards his fingers through his golden hair, soft like through water, then grips it as Erwin goes down, sucking inch by inch past his lips painfully slow, painfully good. He traces with his heavy tongue a pronounced vein.

Another testament to Erwin's patience—he rushes nothing, never sloppy, always so thorough, so every single sucking motion is like something to be savored. Even when he goes steady, Levi feels himself being pulled undone knot by knot, and he shakes. It's searing and soft inside. When he fills his throat again, then again, Levi moans.

"Erwin... fuck... Fuck, fucking, your mouth..."

His thighs tremble, but despite that, Erwin's hold over him never falters, not once. His mouth sounds so fucking wet, not heard over his moaning. He's left just to close his eyes and feel, feel it growing closer, expanding slowly as he messes Erwin's hair.

Levi inhales so his chest heaves as Erwin's tongue swipes through his slit. He bobs his head steadily now, faster as Levi's muscles twitch and tense, as his cock throbs on his tongue.

"Erwin..." he moans in warning, tossing his head. "Getting..."

A thick groan from him, his rapid bobbing and sucking motions tight—Levi's back snaps off the bed when it slams into him. He can't even get out a strangled warning in time—

He gasps, the erotic moan that swells from his chest embarrassing. As hard as he writhes and pulls at him, Erwin doesn't falter, sucks him and swallows his climax. It's almost violent in its intensity, so intense that when he's done, he melts to the bed, limp and panting. A little embarrassed inevitably from coming that hard. He covers his face with his elbow, swallowing. His face is hot.

Erwin pulls off, stroking his thighs. "Perfect—I don't tell you that enough."

It's one of those times after that he feels terribly fragile, even like he could cry. It's annoying. Sometimes he hates the things Erwin can pull out of him, but he kisses him back when Erwin leans down.

Erwin knows what he wants, too, again, when he lays with him and brings him to his chest. Levi lays his head down, still catching his breath.

Needs. He always knows.

#eruri #snk eruri #eruri fanfic #eruri fluff #eruri smut #eruri fic #erwin x levi #levi x erwin #erwin x levi smut

[bewilderedbunny]

Weedman pt 2 (Eddie x Reader fluff 18+only!)

2k words of fluff, she/her pronouns/names are used for Reader. Drug use, some slightly self deprecating jokes and mentions of blood and cursing. If I do another chapter it will (hopefully) have smut. I get distracted with dialogue 😞

This bitch definitely has some mistakes in it. I simply do not know how to write 💖 I also hate typing "he said" and "you said" so I apologize if the dialogue is confusing.

Read part 1 here

Credit to @firefly-graphics for the divider 😊

As you stepped out of your shower the following day, the phone began to ring. A moment later, your mom called to you and said, "It's for you!"

"Hello?"

"Hey, sweetheart. It's Eddie." Your heart skips a beat.

"Oh! Hey Mr. Weedman, what's up?"

"Please, Mr. Weedman is my father. You can call me Eddie."

You boo at his joke with a smile.

"Aw, c'mon. Anyway, I was calling because I woke up early. Thought you might want to come by now?"

You look at the clock, it's 10:30am.

"What happened to your beauty sleep?"

"Turns out the real beauty was on the inside, or some shit."

"Guess I could come over now. Hey, how did you get my number anyway?"

"I-uh, I called Robert to thank him for the reference. You know how small businesses are, s'all about networking and word of mouth, and I thought I should thank him for sending you to me. I asked him for your number, strictly for marketing purposes."

"Oh of course! It all makes sense. Well, market away."

He chuckles, "Come get your weed, silly."

You decided on a loosely fitted short sleeve button-up, a pair of jean shorts, and sneakers. You say goodbye to your mom and head out the door before she can ask too many questions.

The drive to Eddie's doesn't take more than 5 minutes and once you're parked in front of his trailer you sit for a moment in your car. Biting your nails, you wonder if you've made a mistake by agreeing to come over to a stranger's house for drugs. Two trailers down, an older couple sitting on fold-out lawn chairs stare at you. You give them a thin-lipped smile and wave. Great, at least there are witnesses.

You take a deep breath, get out of your car, and head toward the trailer's front door. You get one knock in before the door swings open and you are met with Eddie. He's wearing a worn-out Led Zeppelin t-shirt with the sleeves cut off and jeans with patched-up holes. He is beautiful.

"Scary Metalhead" you might have expected, but his features were so soft and romantic. Like he belonged in an old oil painting.

He gives you a huge, dimpled smile and pulls you in for a hug. Your plug in college barely acknowledged you during your purchases, now here this guy is treating you like an old friend.

"How have you been? It's been a minute since we've seen each other. I like what you've done with your hair, it's so… lustrous."

Shit, maybe you are old friends.

You look down at your hands and reply,

"I've been alright, just going to school. How about you?"

"Oh, you know me. Same old stuff, D&D, my band, finally graduated."

He's leaning against the doorframe, rubbing his chin with his hand.

"From college?"

"No, high school."

Your jaw drops. You're beyond disturbed to learn that you've been flirting with (and planning to buy drugs from) a high schooler.

"How old are you?!"

"I'm 20. Took me a few tries but I got there."

You sigh in relief. You'd rather buy weed from a super-senior than a minor any day.

"Oh, I see. Well, congratulations! That's so exciting."

He lights up, "Yeah? Thanks."

"I gotta be honest, though. I don't remember you." You say sheepishly.

His face twists in pain as he puts one arm against the frame of the door and covers his mouth with the other. He's huffing small, uneven breaths.

"Eddie, I'm sorry, I-"

He cuts you off with a finger and pretends to sniffle, "Just, give me a sec, 'kay? I need time to recuperate."

You laugh and he stands straight.

"That's fine. I'm happy to make a new first impression with you. "

"I am sorry that I don't remember you. If it makes you feel any better, when I was calling around to find a dealer yesterday, I realized that I don't seem to remember anything from high school."

"Neither do I, that's why they kept making me go back." You let out a big laugh and he laughs with you.

"Well, come inside and I'll show you my wares." He leads you into his home. It's a quaint, warm little trailer. A plethora of mugs and hats decorate his walls and there is a small fan blowing at full speed to combat the summer heat.

"A throne for you, madam." he says, gesturing towards the couch. You take a seat and take in the room. "Oh shit, guess I should have your stuff ready." He starts rummaging around the kitchen, then moves to another room. You can hear him mumbling to himself as he searches.

"Do you need help?"

"No, I got it. I just had it, I know it's here somewhere."

You sit back down and wait for him. You hear a thud followed by a quiet, "fuck" then a "there you are, you little devil." He comes back into the room holding a tin lunch box, how he managed to lose it you have no idea.

He sits down on the other side of the small couch. He pulls out a bag of weed and eyes it over once before opening another bag to steal 2 nuggets from. He puts them into your bag.

"Oh, I really don't need that much."

"You sure? I thought I'd give you extra. Y'know, first time customer discount."

"No, that's okay. The amount that was in there before might even be too much" Eddie's idea of $50 worth of weed was about twice what yours was.

He shrugs and fishes out the two buds and places them back in their bag.

"You always touch your merchandise like that?" You gesture to the bag.

"What? My hands are clean!" He waves his hands in front of your face. They're big and the thickness of his fingers makes you dizzy. You pull yourself together.

"Sir, you just touched every single item in this home while you were looking for your fancy little tin."

"Fancy, huh? Well, yeah. but then I licked 'em so we're good, right?"

You grimace at him and he winks.

"You, uh, need me to teach you to roll?"

You smile at the offer. "No thanks, I got it." Rolling the joint was part of the ritual for you.

He leans back and places his arm around the back of the loveseat. His hand is right behind your shoulder and his legs are spread wide, your knees are barely touching.

"What else have you got planned for the day?"

"I was going to find a place to smoke this since I don't love the idea of smoking at home." You say as you pull out the $50 you owed him.

"I was thinking of going on a walk in the forest or maybe to the lake." You hand him the money and he stuffs it carelessly into his pocket.

"Oh yeah? Well, we don't have the same fancy amenities as the lake or the forest here. But we definitely make up for it in hospitality." He says as he gestures around the room.

"You want me to smoke here?" You ask.

"Yeah! I mean, if that's okay. I'm never up this early so I really don't have anything else to do." You think for a moment then agree to stay.

He pulls out a grinder and papers from the tin. As he does, you take a peak and see a couple of small bags of weed, a lighter, and a few loose pretzels scattered along the bottom of the box.

"Wait, are you just letting me smoke here so you can sample your own product and get paid for it?"

"Shit, you caught me." He laughs as he takes out the money you gave him earlier and places it on the table.

"Since you're such a little detective, I'll let you pay after."

He picks apart a bud and drops the pieces into the grinder. Watching his hands twist back and forth to break the flower down is mesmerizing. Once it's ready, you grab a rolling paper and carefully line it. You shape and delicately roll the joint until it is ready, then softly lick it closed.

Once it's ready, you look back to Eddie who is staring at you in awe.

"Shit, I may need you to teach me to roll. Mine never look like that."

"Why did you offer to teach me if you can't roll?" You ask.

"I can roll, okay? They're just not usually so… smooth."

"Oh my god, do you teach your customers to make lumpy joints so they waste product and come back sooner? You evil genius."

He blushes and raises his hands, "Look at you, figuring out all my schemes. Smart girl." You feel warmth in your cheeks as he speaks. He leans forward to you, the eye contact is almost too much to bear.

"Seriously, though. Will you show me?"

You grab a paper and place it in his hands and dust an even line of flower for him. You lean into his side and explain to take your time and shape the joint as you go. His tongue peeks out to touch his top lip as he concentrates. Once it's rolled up, he looks at you, awaiting instructions.

"Looks good! Gotta lick it now. Just like with your hands, remember?" He huffs out a laugh and licks the joint closed.

"Perfect!" You exclaim.

"It is pretty perfect. Think I should hang it on the fridge for my uncle to see when he gets home?"

"I'm sure he'll be so proud."

He grabs his lighter and holds the joint up to your lips. "Shouldn't we smoke the one I'm paying for?"

"Nah, this is me paying you back for your demonstration."

Once the spliff is between your lips, he lights it for you. You take a deep inhale and feel a tickle in your throat on exhale. You turn away from him as you cough a bit and he gently pats your back.

You compose yourself and hand him the joint. He takes a puff and you two pass it back and forth for a bit. Your brain starts feeling fuzzy as you stare at his lips. They're all pink and pillowy, begging to be kissed.

He notices you staring and takes the joint from you. "Think you've had enough, Teach."

You lean back into the couch and rest your eyes. The whir of the fan is soothing to your ears and your body feels warm and calm. You feel Eddie move next to you.

"You fallin' asleep on me?" He asks.

You peek an eye open at him, his back is against the arm of the couch, one leg is tucked underneath the other and he's resting his head in his hand.

"Not yet." You slip off your shoes, turn to face him and tuck your knees to your chest.

"So if my math is correct, you're 20, and I'm 21 that means I graduated your Junior year. Did we have classes together?" You rub little circles on your shorts, enjoying the texture in your heightened state.

"Uh yeah. We kinda had one." he rubs his face and furrows his brows. "You were the TA for Mrs. Baker's US History class my sophomore year."

You think back to the class, racking your brain for any memories. Most of your duties as the teacher's assistant were to clean the chalkboard, gather supplies for assignments, and grade papers.

Then it dawns on you and your eyes widen.

"Eddie! You would always draw on your worksheets and assignments! Little skulls and monsters. I do remember you!"

He smiles and bashfully hides his face.

"You do remember me. They weren't monsters, by the way. They were portraits of Mrs. Baker."

You snort, from what you remember they were usually dragons and wretched beasts.

"God, she did not see your vision." You remember the middle-aged woman complaining to you about the doodles and threatening to mark down Eddie's grade if he kept them up (which he obviously did)

"You should've seen what I drew on my actual tests."

"Oh, God. Blood and guts and tits?"

He giggles which makes you giggle.

"No tits but damn, could you imagine if I did? I think she would have called the police."

"Or a priest."

You two continue your tee-heeing for a bit. At one point, you've both been laughing so long that that makes you laugh. It's ridiculous, you've got tears in your eyes and Eddie is cackling. At some point his hand found it's way to your ankle and he rubs little circles with his thumb.

Thanks for reading! 💗

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[tea-moon-ster]

Hello! Welcome to the fourth part of the Fantasy Magic Au (that still doesn't have a proper name!)

I think it's time for some québécois sprinkles. So, enter Logan.

Characters credits to @lumosinlove, prompt and hosting credits to @noots-fic-fests. read it on ao3 here.

It was a dark and stormy night.

Except that it was noon. And it was only raining slightly. Leo just read too many books.

But it was still a rainy day, with a strong wind coming from west that brought black clouds onto the Lion Shire. The forest waved and danced in the distance, a black and moaning mountain that did nothing to calm Leo’s nerves.

He had no idea where Roux was. He just knew that he was outside, and that an actual storm was coming that night. Roux never spent too much time outside with rain, and always made a point to come back during his longest wanderings, as if to tell Leo, see, I’m fine, don’t worry.

But Roux wasn’t coming back. And Leo didn’t know what to do.

That day, the cottage had been stormy even before the rain arrived. Leo woke up already tired, on the verge of tears for how little he’d slept that night. And Roux had been restless. For the weather or the birds outside or his own frustrations, growing with each day, Leo didn’t know. Then Leo had tried and failed another potion for Roux, with seaweed in it. Needless to say, it had been a fiasco and Roux had started hissing at it, before running outside and not coming back for hours.

Now.

Leo knew seaweed couldn’t taste good. And he knew that each fail made their cause feel more hopeless, useless, and pointless. It mustn’t have been easy for Roux to keep up with all the recipes, spells and incense baths Leo had put him through -or to trust Leo, still. Even more, the witch could see how disgruntled Roux would turn every time he caught himself behaving more and more like a cat. Truth was, he’d been in that body for months, and he was forgetting how to be anything else. That scared him more than all the failed attempts Leo threw on him.

Still, it had been hours. And he wasn’t coming back.

Leo tried to give him his own space, letting him have his well-owed existential crisis. Then he panicked and, with the excuse to go put a few protection spells on the oldest trees of the forest against the upcoming storm, he looked around for the cat. But nothing. He only gave up when the darkness became too engulfing even for his magic lantern and made his way back to the cottage. He felt silly for thinking that he would’ve found Roux waiting for him on their armchair.

Hours later, the storm was in full force, and Leo a nervous mess. He busied himself with potions, cleaning, cooking soups. He jumped at every small noise against the windows, already picturing a wet, red mass of fur and two big eyes looking up at him just like all those months ago. The memory made the weight on his chest even heavier.

Leo almost dropped the spoon in his hand when he heard knocking on his door.

He didn’t have the time to consider himself silly for thinking it could be Roux -cats don’t knock- as he reached the door in a few, long strides. But it could be a villager who’d found him or needed help. There could be damage caused by the storm, or the forest could be in danger. Instead, he found a man under a dark cloak -a traveler, then- trying to fit under his entrance and repair himself from the heavy rain.

“Yes?”

The stranger nodded from under the soaked cloak and, despite the storm, revealed his face to Leo. The witch didn’t say a word- he certainly didn’t expect to have his breath taken away by a pair of deep, green eyes. The vagabond squinted against the rain.

“Hello, I’m Logan.”

In the distance, a thunder rumbled, and Logan flinched.

“I’m looking for my friend.”

Leo tried not to stare too hard at the stranger in his living room. He was now engulfed in a warm towel, staring at the fire in front of him -or the soup heating on top, Leo couldn’t tell. The brown hair was curling more and more as it dried, and his cheeks were less pale, but he still flinched at every thunder.

When the soup was ready, Logan nodded a quick merci, and ate quickly. “Thank you,” he repeated once his bowl was empty. “Haven’t had a proper meal in days.”  Leo filled it again, of course.

Logan emptied the bowl in silence, and Leo studied him as he looked around the room. The décor gave him away: a few cauldrons were stacked in a corner, and his pointy hat was hanged next to the window. Piles of books on the table, maps of the stars and the planets on the walls. The witch shifted on his chair. In this land, witchcraft was widely accepted -protected, even- but he knew that in foreign countries it was a controversial topic. That’s why he was so far from home. But the traveler didn’t seem bothered.

A tentative, kind smile made Leo relax in his chair. Logan was clearly exhausted, but the way he carried himself, the hesitant politeness, the endless nods at every scoop to let Leo know the soup was good, did more to the witch’s nerves than all the remedies he’d tried that day. Logan cleared his throat as he put the bowl down.

“I know the rules of hospitality say to take care of a stranger before asking any questions, but thanks anyway. Haven’t found this kindness in many miles.”

“You must be coming from the Slytherin kingdom, then,” Leo guessed, and Logan nodded. He didn’t look happy about it, but no one ever did. Leo had been at the border a few times, accompanying Kasey during his apprenticeship. It was a strange, cold land. And extremely dangerous, many said. Especially Kasey. He didn’t want Leo to go there on his own.

“Ouais,” Logan continued. “I’ve been travelling for two months now. I come from Krios Kepék, and I’ve crossed the lands of Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and Slytherin. We’re still in Hogwarts now, yes?”

Leo nodded. “That’s a long way you’ve come.” He didn’t mean to push, but wanderers were rare, and Leo had never hosted one. Even if the rules stated that Logan now owed him his story, Leo could see how tired and worn out he was.

I’m looking for my friend.

“Yes,” Logan nodded again, looking down at the carpet. He traced the pattern with a socked foot. “Someone very important to me disappeared six months ago, and I still haven’t found any trace of him.”

“I’m sorry.”

The traveler shrugged. He took his time before continuing. “His name is Finn. He comes from my village, and we’ve been friends since I can remember. He’s in every memory I have, somehow, somewhere. He owns this bookshop with his brother, he loves books. They both do. His brother disappeared a year ago, and Finn was warned, because…well, we don’t exactly know what happened, but it’s said that dark magic was involved. That he upset someone. But Finn didn’t listen- of course he didn’t.” A frown was bothering his face now, green eyes fixed on the dancing flames.

“Was his brother a witch?” Leo asked softly.

“Is,” Logan corrected sharply. Leo bit his lip. Then Logan sighed, shaking his head. “No, no magic in their family. But he’s a writer, and he was doing research about witchcraft when he disappeared. Against the stigma, he said. But he did…he did see a witch, quite regularly. A native, who either visited or hosted him. But they were friends, worked together. No one would curse Alex if they knew him. And same goes for Finn.”

“Finn was trying to find his brother when he disappeared. Some—” he blinked rapidly, glancing down at his hands, “Some say he came too close to the truth. But no one would look too deep into it, not after two villagers vanished in so little time.” The traveler leaned towards the fire. Leo did that too, sometimes. When nothing would warm him, or heat was the only thing he was able to feel. “My…my family, our friends, they all told me to keep my head down. To keep working, worry in silence, stay safe. But after four months, I couldn’t take it anymore.”

A loud thunder, closer than the others, made Logan jump in his chair. Leo watched him close his eyes and inhale deeply. When green eyes slowly opened again, they were more tired than before. Leo didn’t have to look too deep to see the heartbreak in them. The fear, the sorrow. He wondered under how many storms had Logan walked, looking for his friend.

“There’s a guest room you can use for the night,” Leo murmured. And for the next, and the one after tomorrow. “I’ll get it ready for you. You really need some rest.”

Logan gave him another one of his polite nods, but before Leo could get up from his chair, a loud rumble made the windows tremble, and a firm grip stopped him by the wrist. The thunder echoed in the valley after a flash of white light. Logan was now breathing harshly, eyes shut in a deep frown and crouched on his seat, as if to make himself smaller against the storm. Leo immediately sat back down, taking both hands in his, and waiting for the boy to relax. When Logan did, his eyes were rimmed. From exhaustion, for his friend, the storm or being so far from home, Leo could only guess. He passed a reassuring thumb oh the back of a big, calloused hand.

“How about you help me fix the bed?” he asked softly. “And then we drink something hot to relax a bit.”

Logan looked up at him for a second before nodding. He got up with a deep breath, one last glance at the fire. He didn’t look like he would let go of Leo’s hand any time soon.

“Hot chocolate?” he asked hopefully.

Leo laughed quietly. “I have no cocoa in here, I’m sorry. But I have just the thing for you. No poison, I swear.”

Logan laughed too, and Leo decided to take it as his victory for the day. “D’accord. Lead the way.”

Outside the safe warmness of the cottage, the storm was still in full force.

Roux was still not home, and Logan’s friend was still lost.

But, as two pairs of hands flattened the blankets in the low candlelight, it was easier to think that even the darkest, rainiest days would pass.

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[monthofsick]

The longest Night

Nov(emeto)ber 2022, Day 30: 5 + 1

OCs: Jamal, Nikita

The title fits quite well because this actually is my longest story so far and I just spent the entire night finishing it. It's already early morning of December 1st where I live, but I hope it still counts as an entry. There are a lot of themes and tropes I love in this one and the relationship between Jamal and Nikita evolves even more. It's late/early, I'm tired and time was ticking, so proof reading had to be done a bit quicker. Hopefully, there aren't too many mistakes and you can still enjoy it!

TW: Vomit, illness, mild scat

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A hesitant knock on the door disrupted Jamal's sleep. He woke up with a jolt and was instantly hit by a jab in the neck. Had he fallen asleep at his desk again? Jamal grimaced and rubbed his stiff muscles. The shorter days and cloudy skies drained his energy. Sooner or later, Jamal would get used to the changes in sunlight exposure and weather and the autumn fatigue would wear off. Until then, he had a hard time getting things done.

 "Hello?" An insecure voice, followed by some more tapping. Jamal had only been half aware of the sound that had ripped him out of a rather bizarre dream. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and cleared his throat to sound more awake.

 "I'm here!" Rotating his head to get a little crack out of his nape, Jamal got up and rushed to the door. A stocky young man with brown curls and dark eyes was waiting outside, staring at Jamal like he was surprised by him stepping out of his own dorm room. Jamal knew that his name was Karl and that he lived on the same floor. They didn't share any courses, but they sometimes chatted while brushing their teeth in the morning. It wasn't that Jamal could write a psychological evaluation of his fellow student, but he definitely hadn't seen that concerned and insecure expression on his face before.

 "Hey, I hope I'm not bothering you, but I'm a bit worried right now and I didn't really know who to turn to."

 "Yeah, sure." Jamal was confused. Karl had two of his closest friends in the rooms right next to him. He and Jamal got along well, but they weren't confidants. "Wanna come in?"

 "Ah, no, you should come along." Karl pointed his thumb in the direction of the community bathroom. "You're close with Nikita, aren't you? I mean, the guy doesn't have a lot of friends and he made it pretty clear that he wanted me to, uhm, leave, so…"

 "Wait, what's wrong with Nikita?" Jamal was suddenly wide awake. "Is he sick?"

 "I don't know exactly, he didn't want to tell me." Karl rubbed his palms nervously. "He locked himself in a toilet for at least two hours."

 "Fuck. I'm coming with you."

 It actually was the other way around – Jamal storming down the corridor with huge steps, Karl tagging along. The bathroom was empty, as usual at this time of day. It was a bright and nicely renovated area with small toilet rooms instead of cubicles with a gap at the bottom. At least a bit more privacy in a place they had to share with everyone else on the floor.

 Jamal took a deep breath and knocked on the only door that was shut tight.

 "Hey, it's me", he announced himself. "Can you let me in, Nik?"

 There was a moment of silence. A weird, strained noise. And then, to Jamal's relief, the door was opened slowly and Nikita peeked out. He looked like death warmed over. Nikita was always pale, but right now his complexion resembled a sickly green. Quickly, before Karl could see the blonde in this miserable state, Jamal slipped in and locked the door behind him again.

 "How do you know?" Nikita's voice was cold as ice, but his lips trembled slightly.

 "Karl told me." Undeterred by his friend's standoffish demeanor, Jamal put both hands on Nikita's shoulders. His entire body shivered so hard that Jamal was surprised he could stand at all. "I'm glad he did. You look like absolute shit. Now stop giving me the evil eye and tell me what's wrong."

 It was obvious that Nikita struggled with himself. He was all about control and he still had a hard time showing any kind of vulnerability, even towards Jamal. In the end, Nikita's body made the choice for him as his knees gave in. Gladly, Jamal had trained his fast responses well and he caught Nikita with both arms before he collapsed. Holding him close, Jamal got down on the floor and brushed some sweaty strands of light hair out of Nikita's forehead.

 "Don't worry, I got you." Jamal felt the heat radiating from Nikita's body, his unsteady breath and damp skin. There was no question wether he was sick, only what exactly he suffered from. "Come on, Nick, just let me know what's bothering you. I'll do what I can to help you."

 "I… I suddenly felt so sick." Nikita exhaled and it seemed like all of his strength and defiance left his body with his breath. He sank against Jamal's chest and held on to his shirt with one hand. "I was fine after lunch, but then it got so bad I had to leave during class."

 "Did you have to throw up? Or lost it from the other end?"

 "Nope, not at all." A humorless laugh escaped Nikita's lips. "I thought I would, guess why I made a run for the restroom. Been waiting for it ever since. It feels like it's coming up every second, but it doesn't. Fuck me."

 "God, Nik. I wish I had known earlier." Jamal hugged Nikita for a moment. He had often joked about Nikita's claims that he never puked. It was the reason they had bonded in the first place. That night in the locker room when Jamal had found Nikita, dead drunk and sick to his stomach, but unable to purge the poison. Even in this highly intoxicated state, Nikita had needed Jamal's assistance to vomit. Maybe it was a process his body struggled with for whatever reason. Or Nikita had conditioned himself to hold it in at all costs.

 With a husky moan, Nikita squirmed in Jamal's arms. The blonde clutched his stomach like he wanted to rip out the pain with bare hands. His face contorted with a silent retch. It looked absolutely excrutiating.

 "We gotta get that stuff out of you." Jamal grabbed Nikita's shoulders again and straightened him up just enough to look him in the eyes. "Do you want me to help you?"

 Nikita hesitated. Then he flinched and moaned, probably because of another cramp. He let out a defeated sigh and nodded weakly.

 "Guess I don't have much of a choice. It can't be worse than this."

 "Trust me, it will be a huge relief." Putting on his most encouraging smile, Jamal moved Nikita closer to the toilet. "Come on, let's get it over with."

 Visibly reluctant, Nikita got on his knees and bent over the bowl. Jamal leaned over Nikita's arched back, putting one hand on his rumbling stomach, the other one on his chin. Nikita tensed in his grip.

 "Try to relax, Nik." Jamal touched Nikita's lips with two fingers, asking to be let in. For a second, it seemed like Nikita would back out, but then he opened his mouth. Jamal rubbed Nikita's belly in gentle circle, feeling it bubble like overboiling water. When Nikita eased up a bit, Jamal let his fingers slide in. As soon as he touched the slick surface of the tongue, it tried to push him out again. Undaunted by the counterattack, Jamal moved along Nikita's palate until he reached the back of his tongue, then held it down. It was enough to trigger a first gag.

 Nikita's head bobbed back to escape the nauseating procedure, but Jamal had a firm grip on his chin. A drip of viscous saliva ran down Jamal's hand. That was a good sign. Nikita's body took protective measures against the impending storm tide of gastric acid.

 "I know this is bad, but I promise it won't take long", Jamal reassured Nikita as he went in deeper. A violent retch shook Nikita's body as Jamal's fingers slipped down his throat. Jamal felt the muscles tightening around his fingers. He gently moved back and forth, ignoring the teeth that dug into the back of his hand and the drool that kept on flowing over his skin. Nikita retched helplessly, his stomach contracting harshly with every heave. Jamal pushed against his abdomen in sync with the convulsions, firmly pressing in and upwards. "You're almost there, Nik, just let it happen."

 Nikita choked wetly. His back tensed and curved even more, pushing against Jamal who mimicked his posture, hugging him from behind. It was a weirdly intimate moment, being so close to each other in this deeply private and vulnerable situation. Jamal kept on stroking the back of Nikita's throat, his slight moves inducing frantic spasms. Nikita's face was flushed and tears ran from his eyes with each gag Jamal forced out of him. He was close.

 Speeding up his tiny movements, Jamal rubbed against Nikita's uvula. The blonde jerked forward with another throaty heave, causing Jamal's fingers to thrust in even deeper. Every single muscle in Nikita's body seemed to tighten up and cramp all at once until suddenly, a surge of hot liquid gushed over Jamal's hand.

 "There you go, get it all out." Jamal let his fingertips stroke down Nikita's tongue as he pulled back, eliciting another retch from him. Before Jamal had a chance to get his hand out of the way, Nikita puked up a much bigger surge of orange mush. Jamal felt the thick, warm fluid and a few chunks slide over his skin and he had to swallow a gag himself. Yes, it was gross, but he couldn't let it show when Nikita had finally let down his guard.

 Lurching dangerously close to the vomit-spattered bowl, Nikita gurgled up more of his meal. The color and texture looked disturbingly close to pumpkin soup, probably what had been on the cafeteria's menu today. It splashed back and coated the white ceramic walls in pureed Hokkaido. Jamal pulled Nikita even closer to prevent him from dunking into the rising lake of barf. With only one clean hand at his disposal, Jamal stroked Nikita's hitching chest with his thumb while he held him up.

 Bigger orange lumps fell out of Nikita's mouth and plopped heavily into the puke below. He coughed and spat several times before he slackened in Jamal's grip.

 "You did great", Jamal smiled and sat up, pulling Nikita with him. The blonde looked even worse than before, eyes half closed, his face reddish and covered in sweat, tears and vomit. Jamal wiped off the mess, then cautiously leaned Nikita into a corner to keep him stable and upright. He flushed and cleaned the toilet, then thoroughly washed the sticky throw-up from his hand. Finally, he returned to Nikita. "Feeling better?"

 Nikita nodded faintly. It was enough for Jamal to decide upon a change of location. It was about time his friend could snuggle into his own bed instead of lying on the cold restroom floor.

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 Shivering and exhausted, Nikita was sitting on his bed, blanket pullet up to his chin. He had his own electric kettle in his room, so Jamal poured him a cup of ginger tea. Curled up in himself, Nikita took small sips while staring into the void. Jamal sat down next to him.

 "How y're holding up?", he asked, stroking Nikita's head.

 "I don't know. Still nauseous." Nikita bit his lip. "It's okay, you can go now. I'm going to sleep anyways, I'm done with this day."

 "No way, I'm not gonna leave you alone."

 "…and that's how you're gonna get yourself sick." With a grim expression, Nikita carefully drank from the steaming hot beverage, then put it away on the nightstand. "I'm not a kid. I can take care of myself."

 "So what. Maybe it's just food poisoning." Jamal shrugged and leaned back. "I'm going nowhere. Bed's big enough for both of us. By the way, I pretty much pulled the puke out of your stomach with my bare hands. If this is contagious, I've probably caught it already."

 "Whatever. Don't complain if I say I told you so." Nikita tried to act unmoved, but only a moment later, he froze, eyes slightly widened. "Hand me a bucket."

 "Damn it." Jamal jolted up. He wasn't sure if Nikita would actually throw up on his own this time, but he didn't want to find out the hard – or rather, soft and mushy way. The fact that Nikita cupped his mouth with one hand definitely wasn't a good sign. "Try to hold it in!"

With a big leap, Jamal plunged towards the desk and grabbed the trash can. Immediately back on his feet, he spun around and got back to Nikita with two strides. He placed the bin under Nikita's lap, just in time before a spurt of amber liquid burst from the blonde's lips. Jamal held Nikita's head in place while he gagged up mouthful after mouthful of runny vomit. It hit the scrunched up paper and wrappers with a crinkling sound.

 "Tea didn't want to stay down, mh?" Every last bit of color drained from Nikita's face as he burped up a slimy mixture of ginger brew and bile. For a while, Nikita kept on hanging over the trash bin, eyes closed, mouth open, long strands of drool clinging to his lip. Jamal watched him closely. "Think you're done?"

 After a few more seconds, Nikita spat out and replied with a nod. Jamal got a paper tissue from a box on the desk, then wiped off Nikita's mouth. Fortunately, there was a trash bag in the bin that he could take out easily and knot up on top to seal away the sour odor. Good thing Nikita was such a tidy person. Jamal put in another bag and placed the bucket next to the bed.

 "Gonna get rid of this, try to rest."

 Nikita growled something unintelligable before he sank back into his pillow and pulled the covers all the way up. When Jamal returned, Nikita already slept deeply and soundly. Jamal slowly lay down behind him. It was a tight fit on the matress, but at least Jamal was sure he would notice if Nikita got sick again. He cuddled up to his friend and it wasn't long before he dozed off.

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 When Jamal opened his eyes again, it was almost dark in the room. He wasn't sure what had woken him up – a movement? A noise? Nikita was still huddled against him, breathing calmly, but something wasn't right. It was the unmistakable stench of partly digested and fermented food, mixed with bile and stomach acid. Jamal pushed himself up to assess the situation. Nikita had vomited in his sleep. A heap of brownish-orange chunks piled up right next to his mouth, part if it smeared on his cheek.

 With a quiet sigh, Jamal rolled out of bed. Armed with the entire box of tissues, he picked up the soggy mass. At least it was mostly solids – it actually looked a lot like thick baby food with some bigger lumps. As gently as possible, Jamal cleaned the sick from Nikita's skin. It hadn't been long since Nikita had thrown up, the puke hadn't dried yet and could easily be wiped away. Jamal was conflicted. Nikita's barf mountain had left a stain on the pillowcase, but it seemed rather superficial. Leaving Nikita on a dirty cushion obviously wasn't an ideal solution. If it meant that he didn't need to be disturbed and could sleep through the night, it still seemed like the better option.

 Jamal took off his shirt and placed it in front of Nikita's face. It covered the wet spot and offered extra layers of protection if Nikita expelled more of his stomach contents. Weird how Jamal's hands-on assistance seemed to have pulled a plug. Now the vomit had literally spilled out of Nikita on its own. It was probably better for him.

 Nikita looked so different while he was asleep, almost peaceful. Jamal wondered if it was cold were Nikita came from. It would have fit him. Everything about him was so light – his hair, his skin, even his eyelashes. He belonged in the snow. Absentmindedly, Jamal watched Nikita for a little while until a yawn reminded him that a good night's rest wouldn't hurt him either. He made himself comfortable again and hoped that both of them would be awakened by the sun in the morning.

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 Actually, it was a thud that ended Jamal's slumber this time. The dull noise was startling enough to drown any sleepiness in adrenaline. Jamal looked up and found the bed next to him empty. Nikita was nowhere to be seen. Anxiously, Jamal raised himself – and discovered Nikita lying behind the bed. So the source of the mysterious sound had been Nikita's body hitting the floor.

 Jamal jumped out of bed and helped Nikita into a sitting position.

 "What the fuck are you doing?" The words sounded way more accusatory than Jamal had intended. Nikita looked up with a frown.

"How does it look like to you?" As Jamal didn't answer, Nikita pursed his lips. "I wanted to go the bathroom because what else would I do right now?"

"Have you noticed the bucket right next to your bed? You should have, you've used it before."

"Oh come on, do I really have to explain?" Nikita attempted to get up on his own, but he lacked the strength in his legs. There was a feverish gleam in his eyes.

"You should have still woken me up", Jamal sighed, put both arms around Nikita and lifted him up.

"I don't need you to wipe my ass", Nikita grumbled and tried not to lean on Jamal too heavily.

"Trust me, you need a whole lot more than that if you don't even make it to the toilet." Just to be safe, Jamal grabbed the trash bin with his free hand. "Why are you so stubborn?"

"I'm not." Nikita turned his head to the side, but Jamal still noticed a tinge of red on his cheeks. It stood out against his pallid face. Maybe he was actually way more embarrassed than sulky. Didn't change the fact that he was an idiot.

Jamal put his arm around Nikita's upper body to support him if he should stumble again. After a few steps, Nikita gave up his futile resistance and sank against Jamal. By the time they entered the bathroom, he was bent double, holding his stomach and moving along with a weird shuffle. He probably had to clutch his butt cheeks tightly to prevent an accident. Still, he tried to push Jamal away as they entered the toilet room.

"You wait outside. No discussion." As urgent as matters were, Nikita didn't move a single inch further.

"Hey, I'm not gonna judge you." Jamal's voice was much softer than before. "And I really don't want you to go through this alone."

"No way", Nikita groaned and snatched the bucket from Jamal's hand.

"Fine. But don't lock the door, I need to get to you if you pass out or something." With a deep sigh, Jamal closed the door behind Nikita and leaned against one of the sinks. Of course, Nikita had a right to privacy. Maybe he had pushed him too much. He just wished Nikita would understand that there was no need to be ashamed. He was sick, he couldn't help it. If he felt better once he had relieved himself, it was all that mattered.

Through the closed door, Jamal heard Nikita moan, followed by a splatter. A retch, then even more splatter. Jamal winced in sympathy. Good thing Nikita had a receptacle on both ends. Judging from the sounds, he emptied himself quite forcefully in either direction. The groans and gags and sighs he produced left no doubt that he was in pain. Jamal wanted to hug him and hold up the bin for him and rub his back or his stomach, but he knew his presence would only make things worse for Nikita. He had to loosen up and let everything flow out of him freely, which he wouldn't do while someone was watching him.

After what seemed like forever, Jamal heard the toilet flush. There was the patter of liquid hitting liquid, then a second flush. Unsteady steps approached the door and finally, it was pushed open. Nikita's face had turned green, lips slightly parted, legs trembling. He didn't seem to notice that there was still viscid vomit dripping from his chin.

"Come here, Nik." Jamal pulled the shivering blonde into a close embrace, even if it meant to get some puke on his chest. Jamal had cursed Nikita's thick skull not too long ago, but he couldn't be mad at him. The poor guy felt horribly sick and it hurt to see him suffer like this. Jamal stroked back Nikita's hair and placed a kiss on his forehead. He didn't even think twice about it. "You're doing great. Now let's get you cleaned up and back to bed."

With the smallest of steps, Jamal guided Nikita to one of the basins and washed his face. Then he made sure to wipe off the stains from his own skin. Even though Nikita had apparently emptied the bucket into the toilet, the trash bag was still blotted with sick, so Jamal discarded it. He pulled Nikita closer to hold him upright before they slowly made their way back to Nikita's room. It worried Jamal how quiet his friend had become. Suddenly, he almost wished for some snarky remark.

It was the same procedure as before – Jamal tucked Nikita in and put a new bag in the bin. Then he crawled under the covers and hugged Nikita from behind.

"Is it a little better?", he asked, hoping for at least some kind of answer. "Think you can sleep?"

Nikita nodded and moved even closer. A faint smile flitted across Jamal's face. He waited for Nikita's breath to slow down until he closed his eyes and allowed himself to drift off as well.

-

Pale morning light seeped in through the fogged up window as Jamal was alarmed by a sudden motion. He blinked in confusion, still drowsy, and saw Nikita bending over his side of the bed. A silent curse left Jamal's lips, then he scrambled to his knees. He put a hand on Nikita's forehead to get his hair out of the way and keep him over the bucket. With the other hand, he began to rub his heaving back.

The spasmodic convulsions of his muscles forces long, agonized retches out of Nikita. They sounded harsh enough to chafe his throat sore. Eventually, the empty gagging turned wet, then productive. Beige vomit burbled from Nikita's mouth and landed in the trash bin with a wet, thick plop.

"Yeah, that's it, you're a pro by now." Jamal continued with the back rubs, feeling Nikita's muscles tense and jerk under his fingers. It was a good thing he was holding up the blonde's head, considering how heavy it rested on his hand. Nikita had puked up his guts and he still couldn't stop, no wonder he was at the end of his rope. "It's okay, Nik, get it all out. I won't let you fall, you can let yourself go and just vomit it up."

Nikita sank into Jamal's grip. To make sure he stayed in place and got his cramping abdomen away from the mattress, Jamal put his other arm around Nikita and supported him at the chest. Nikita's eyes were barely open as he spewed murky liquid and soggy globs. It wasn't much that came up, but it was honestly astounding that he had left anything inside of him he could eat backwards. The gags turned into coughs until Nikita choked up some finely shredded pieces of what might have been carrots. The next retches squeezed nothing but measly spatters of bile out of Nikita's wrung out stomach. Finally, the heaves turned into pants.

Careful not to put pressure on his belly, Jamal pulled Nikita back on the mattress. The blonde looked so drained that Jamal expected him to instantly fall asleep again, but Nikita rolled over and buried his face against Jamal's shoulder. Jamal held him tight and let his fingers run through the fine blond hair.

"Shhh, I'm here, I won't leave you alone", he soothed Nikita. "You'll be better soon, you'll be okay, this will be over before you know it."

Nikita didn't say a word, he just clung to Jamal like he was his lifeline. His back hitched with convulsive gasps, but he didn't make a sound, so Jamal wasn't sure if he was crying. Jamal cradled Nikita ever so softly, stroking his back and his head until his friend relaxed in his arms. This time, Jamal didn't turn him around. So what if Nikita threw up on his neck, there was no way he would let him go right now. Cuddled up snuggly, they finally slept without a rude awakening.

-

It was almost noon when Jamal woke up again. He lay still and kept Nikita in an embrace until the blonde began to move. Bleary eyed, Nikita looked up and broke into a yawn. He still had an ashen complexion and cracked lips, but the expression of constant nausea had turned into exhaustion.

"Is it just me or are you looking a little more alive?", Jamal smiled and brushed Nikita's cheek.

"It's been worse." Nikita shrugged, then wrinkled his nose. "The bucket's still filled, isn't it?"

"Yup, filled and fermented for a couple of hours. I'll get rid of it."

With a slight reluctance, Jamal left the bed and disposed of the congealed mass of puke. He put in a new trashbag and made fresh tea. Nikita actually managed to drink half of the cup and keep it down, which was definitely an improvement. Jamal sat down next to him, leaning back against the wall behind the headrest.

"You better stay in bed today", he said with a glance at Nikita. "It's been a lot for you."

"Yeah… I guess." The blonde looked tired enough to fall asleep again in an instant.

"No objections? That's unusua-aaaahhhhhhhhhrrrrrlllll." Interrupted mid-sentence, Jamal projectile vomited all over the blanket and his bare chest. Nikita stared at him, wide-eyed. Jamal was completely flabbergasted himself. There had been no warning – no nausea, no buildup, no drooling or retching. The sludgy brown flood had just shot out of him with a sudden explosion. Quick-witted in spite of his shock, Nikita grabbed the bucket and pushed it under Jamal's face. Utterly confused, Jamal didn't understand why Nikita would do such a thing until another massive gush of puke spurted out of his mouth, filling up a quarter of the bin in one fell swoop.

A hand stroked up and down Jamal's back as he gurgled up a chunky stew that barely resembled the beef stir fry he had eaten for lunch the day before. As his retches became harder, shaking Jamal's body with abrupt jolts, he worked up a thicker mash of rice, meat shreds and bits of broccoli that slipped over his tongue and plunged into the vomit lake below him. Some of them drowned instantly, some stayed on the surface, covered in a glistening sheen. Just seconds later, Jamal's stomach churned again and pushed up more of the lumpy gloop. Several more gags followed, but they remained unproductive.

"I didn't think it would happen so quickly", Nikita sighed and wiped Jamal's face with one of the paper tissues from the box that was still placed on the nightstand. Groaning, Jamal lifted his head.

"Don't say it", he croaked, throat sore from the forceful expulsion of his stomach contents.

"I…"

"Nik, no."

"…told you so." Nikita put the dangerously full bucket away and went on to clean the puke from Jamal's chest. "And I'm glad you didn't listen."

"I might change my mind in the next few hours, but so am I." Jamal forced a strained smile. "By the way, sorry for barfing all over your bed."

"I guess that's fair when you caught it from me. And you got most of it on the covers, so it's easier to clean up."

"But you're still sick!"

"Yeah, but I'm much better already, so stop worrying." Nikita stroked over Jamal's head. "You know what? I'll get rid of the mess and then we switch to your room and get cozy. Agreed?"

"Mhm", Jamal muttered and closed his eyes. He wasn't sure how much time he head until the next wave, not even on which end it would come out. It would be a long day after a long night and Jamal dreaded what lay ahead. But for some reason, he was still happy. Maybe he had been the bigger idiot all along.

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Archive of our own: Up all night to get Bucky

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#submission #tw vomit #tw emeto #tw scat #nov(emeto)ber 2022 #novemetober 2022 #2022 day31 #prompt: 5 + 1 #fandom: original characters #birdnamedenza #i am /so/ sorry for posting this so late #i missed the notification on this or i would've posted sooner TT_TT #anyway this is one of my favorite fics ever #i will be rereading it regularly :D #nikita and jamal are so adorable together <3

[vexic929]

I Have You Now, My Pretty, Hair Matted With Blood, Needles, Superpower Overload, Villain Reveals the Secret, and Exposure

"I have you now, my pretty" from Bad Things Happen Bingo info on Alex and Mihael here and here

This was the worst thing that had ever happened to Alex, he was confident in that. One of his enemies had found out his identity, that was the first problem, but before he could do anything about it he'd been knocked out and now he'd woken up cuffed to a chair back-to-back with another person. Alex could smell Mihael's conditioner and cologne and he turned his head, trying desperately to see if he was alright. Mihael was blindfolded, thank god, and seemed to still be unconscious but the IV drip in his arm was a foreboding omen. Alex had to get them out of here before Mihael woke up and learned anything he shouldn't or, worse, before whoever had kidnapped them could come back.

Alex struggled, testing the cuffs around his wrists and ankles. He could probably get his hands free if he broke his thumbs and he was willing to do that without hesitation but he couldn't go anywhere if his ankles were still bound. Before he could make a decision, the door opened and a masked woman entered, wheeling a cart of tools and coming to a stop beside the chairs. Mihael stirred weakly.

"Hello, Agent. I'm certain you know why you're here." She said softly, her voice distorted but with a hint of malice that sent a chill straight to his bones.

"I know why I'm here, why is he here?" Alex demanded, trying to keep his voice from shaking.

"Don't play coy. We know your agency trains you well. You'd never talk if we tortured you, it would be a waste of time, you're far too resilient. The same can't be said for your fiancé, now can it? How long do you think he'll last?"

A soft sound left Mihael's throat before he finally woke. Alex wished he hadn't.

"Don't you dare touch him!" Alex snarled, wishing he could reach back and offer Mihael some comfort.

"Alex...?" Mihael murmured groggily. The woman wheeled the cart into Alex's line of sight and began perusing the tools to decide what to use first. Alex felt vaguely sick.

"We'll start with an easy question, Agent: the name of your supervisor."

Alex's stomach dropped. Even if he wanted to, he couldn't answer that - he didn't know. He'd never even met the man properly.

"Let him go and I'll tell you everything you want to know. He doesn't deserve this." Alex pleaded. The woman tsked and selected a syringe filled with a fluorescent orange chemical, pushing it into Mihael's IV unceremoniously. Mihael jerked as though he'd been shocked and made a horrific choking noise.

"Don't worry, Agent, he'll start breathing again eventually, the paralytic only lasts a few minutes. Let's try again. The name, Agent."

Alex hated himself. He'd caused this; he was the reason Mihael was suffering and would likely continue to suffer until they could be rescued. He had to think of something. A lie. He could lie. But if she caught him in it would she kill Mihael? He had to try or the torture itself would.

"Thomas Peterson. The name he told me is Thomas Peterson." Alex said shakily.

The woman nodded. "Good. My people will do their due diligence to make certain you aren't lying. In the meantime, we'll move on to the next question. August 22nd: you retrieved files from our mainframe. I'd like to know what you did with them."

"I handed them off to my superior, I don't know what he did with them after." Alex lied again, glancing at Mihael from the corner of his eye. His breathing seemed to be back to normal but his chest hitched occasionally, as though he was suppressing sobs. Alex wished he could see his face. He wished he could tell him everything would be okay.

"On August 30th you returned to our facility. Why?" She continued, selecting a metal ring big enough to fit around Mihael's neck from the cart. Alex felt a chill of dread.

"My supervisor wasn't satisfied with the files I'd retrieved. He wanted more information." Alex said quickly, feeling suddenly breathless.

"He told you to return or you did so of your own volition?" The woman asked.

"My own volition." Alex replied.

"And what did you retrieve that time?" She asked.

Alex bit his tongue, heart racing. He couldn't tell her that; it was the only thing the agency had against them right now. The woman disappeared from his line of sight and he heard a metal click as the ring was fastened around Mihael's neck.

"Perhaps hearing your beloved scream will loosen your tongue, hm?" She said, her voice deceptively gentle.

"No-" Alex began to protest but he was cut off by the cheerful tone that left the ring followed by Mihael's pained cry.

"You did this to him, Agent, I want you to remember that."

Alex felt Mihael's back arc so far he was surprised he hadn't torn straight through the leather restraints - as it was, he'd probably broken a rib or two from the strap around his lower chest. The occasional small jolt of electricity shot from the back of the collar to give Alex the faintest idea of the sort of agony Mihael was being put through.

"If you don't want this to continue, you'll tell me what I need to know," the woman said calmly. "Otherwise I could keep going until his heart stops."

"The blueprints of your facility." Alex blurted in a panic. "I stole the blueprints so we could make a plan to infiltrate."

The woman turned the collar off and the room fell silent again save for Mihael's desperate, pained sobs.

"Last question for the time being, Agent: who is the mole you have planted in our ranks?"

Alex's ears were ringing in panic, he had to do something. The room seemed to get hotter and smaller; if their mole was identified and killed all the work they had done would be for nothing. All of it. And if he lied now he'd be caught in it immediately.

"I don't know." Alex said softly.

The woman hummed. "It seems you need a bit more incentive, Agent." She approached the table again, this time selecting a sickly green chemical. The moment it was pushed into the IV, Mihael let out a moan of pain and Alex felt him begin to shake. "You have one hour until his body shuts down one organ at a time. It's a slow and agonizing death, I'd suggest you tell me what I want to know unless you want his last moments to be pure suffering."

"I told you, I don't know!" Alex shouted desperately. "Please, I don't know the answer! I've never even seen him! You have to believe me!"

"I don't. The name, Agent, or Mr. Ireton will suffer. I suggest you don't make me think of any more punishments." The woman said before Mihael moaned again, his skin pale and clammy.

"Please! I don't know!" Alex begged, yanking hard against the restraints until his left thumb gave a sickening crack that sent pain all the way up his arm. He couldn't focus on that, he had to save Mihael.

"I hear your fiancé has an interesting medical history, Agent. Do you think it's weakened his heart? His bones? His arm is very thin, I could probably snap it with my bare hands." She commented, freeing one of Mihael's arms. Mihael weakly tried to pull it away with a soft, barely audible protest. Alex scrambled, searched his mind for anything he could use to save them both.

"Please-"

The woman delivered a sudden strike to Mihael's forearm that snapped the bones cleanly in two. Alex could barely hear the sudden, new sounds of a scuffle outside the door over Mihael's scream. The door slammed open moments later and a shot rang out, slamming through the woman's leg and sending her falling to the ground next to Mihael's chair as agents swarmed the room.

"J-57 are you injured?" Someone called out, a gun still trained on the downed woman.

Alex took an unsteady breath, his heart pounding. He could feel all of the adrenaline and terror in his veins as his mind raced in a million directions.

"I'm fine. Where's the antidote? He needs the antidote." He said, turning to finally get a good look at Mihael the moment he was freed. The blindfold was askew revealing his half-lidded and glassy eyes - he didn't appear to be aware of the scene around him any longer.

"We'll get it to him as soon as we know what he was dosed with, Agent. Let's get them both to the agency, they need emergency medical attention." One of the agents he wasn't familiar with instructed as he cuffed the woman and hauled her out the door.

Alex took another deep, shuddering breath as he scooped up Mihael's unresisting body in his arms. Mihael's head lolled onto his shoulder and Alex held him a little tighter, trying to offer him comfort. Then, the moment was gone as the medical team took him from his arms and rushed him out of the building. Alex felt numb as another medic set and wrapped his broken thumb before escorting him out for debriefing. He wasn't allowed to see Mihael for hours and every second sent anxiety coursing through his veins.

"57? We're about to give him the memory serum, do you want to speak to him first?" A medic asked, peering into the room where he was waiting.

"What are you telling him happened when he wakes up again?" Alex asked, his voice eerily calm despite the turmoil in his head.

"We're telling him he was in a car accident." She said as he stood to follow her. "We're also going to increase the dosage a bit to simulate head trauma. He should maintain his long-term memories but any short-term memories from the past week will be gone permanently. He also may not be able to form short-term memories for the next week or two."

"That feels excessive." Alex said, his voice flat despite how it felt like his heart was shattering into a million tiny pieces.

"It's necessary, the only way to get him away from all of this and safely back home with no chance of this memory returning." The medic pointed out before stepping aside for him to enter.

Mihael was clearly doped up on pain medication when Alex walked in but awake and talking with the nurse setting up his IV.

"Alex- oops, not Alex. Agent...something, right?" Mihael questioned, his eyes half lidded.

Alex couldn't help the sad smile that crossed his lips at the sight of him. He looked so peaceful and innocent - it made Alex nervous to think of how easily he could have lost him forever.

"It's okay, Baby, they know my real name here. How are you feeling?" Alex asked, taking Mihael's hand and squeezing it gently.

"I can't feel anything, I think." Mihael mused. "Am I dead? Did that...whatever they were...did they kill me?"

Alex swallowed hard past the sudden lump in his throat as he felt his heart break a little bit.

"No, Baby." He said softly, pressing a kiss to Mihael's forehead. "You're alive and safe. You're going to get some rest now and when you wake up, you won't remember any of that pain."

"What? No, I don't want you to have to keep secrets from me-" Mihael protested but the nurse was already pushing the light blue serum into his IV and his eyelids fluttered as he fought sleep. "Alex, please-"

"Shhh..." Alex soothed, brushing Mihael's hair back. "It's okay, Baby. Everything will be okay when you wake up."

"Alex..." Mihael protested, looking hurt, and the guilt felt like a punch to Alex's stomach.

"I promise this will be better." And even if it wasn't, it didn't matter. The agency would never let Mihael live with the knowledge and the drug was coursing through his veins. His memories were probably already becoming hazy. "I love you."

Mihael's gaze softened. "I love you too." He said, before his eyes finally closed in sleep.

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[hello-im-not-a-possum]

Shattered Identity

Chapter three: Li(es)ghts, camera, action!

Chapter one. Chapter two.

Fitting the ghost-speak-to-English-translator around his neck, adjusting his face mask, and double checking to make sure he looked presentable enough that they wouldn't call child protective services or the non emergency hotline the second they saw him, Vlad took a deep breath in and rehearsed his regular human cover story.

"I'm Vlad Masters's son and I came to Amity because I got a letter stating that my father was killed under mysterious circumstances and you two seem like people of interest."

No, he shouldn't start with that, felt too accusatory too quickly and could tip Danny off that he does have something of a grudge against his parents, which would mean that he'd lose the boy's trust.

"Hello! I'm Vlad Masters's son and I originally came here because I'm an aspiring crypto-zoologist with an interest in ectobiology, so naturally I figured that the most haunted town on earth had a few colleges with good courses in the subject."

Good, good, it's not perfect yet but it's certainly better than murder accusation. And the Fentons would be more likely to open up to him if they assumed he was fascinated in their field. Now to explain why and how they've never seen him in their lives before, not even as a picture...

"I've been studying abroad for years, mostly in Europe. And Dad? We haven't really seen each other since the divorce, it was a messy and complicated one so he really doesn't like talking about it."

Perfect! But should he go for a fake accent, or just speak normally? Hell, he hasn't even picked out a fake name yet! Ugh! If he kept going on like this and stalling, he'd completely miss his chance!

He took a deep breath in and knocked on the door.

"I'll get it!"

Jack Fenton opened up the door with a friendly grin. "Hello there kiddo, here to report anything ghost... related..?" He trailed off as he noticed that the young adult on his doorstep had a stark resemblance to his old friend.

He looked just like how Vlad did back in college! A little thinner and his hair was sticking up in ways that reminded him of the Wisconsin Ghost, but other than that he was the spitting image!

"Hello Mr. Fenton! My name is Jack Masters and I'm an aspiring Crypto-zoologist with an interest in ectobiology..."

"Jack... Masters..?" the man repeated, his eyes watering with a weak smile.

"Er.. Yes..?"

The teen nervously smiled back despite the smile in question being hidden. Swiss rolls! What did he do?! Why was Jack crying?! ACK!

Jack scooped his Best Friend's son up in a tight bear hug. Despite how distant they've grown and how upset he was after he came out of the hospital, Vlad still loved and respected him so much that he named his own son after him! And despite the white-gray hair, this kid was clearly at least sixteen! Doing the math, that meant that he was born a few years after the portal incident!

"Uh.. Nice to meet you too?" The teenager in the gold, white, and green sweater wheezed while being crushed.

"Oops! Sorry about that." The big Jack put the small Jack down and wiped his eyes while the teen brushed his sweater off. "I guess I got a little too excited..."

"No worries, mind if I come in? I think your family and I have a lot to talk about."

"Of course, J-Kid! Come in! We're about to have breakfast, we'll fix you a plate too."

"Thanks Mr. Fenton!"

"What's with all the commotion?" Jazz asked and froze as she saw the guest.

"Kids! Your cousin Jack Masters dropped by! Isn't that great?"

"Yeah.. Great..." She nervously smiled while her brother held back his laughter behind her. "Hey, can we see him in private before breakfast?"

Before their father could answer, she was already dragging him upstairs and into her room, Danny following close behind.

"Are you okay? Did something happen back at your house that you came to warn us about? Are you suffering side effects from the Ghost Duster and came here for help?"

"Were you panicking when you picked Jack as a fake name or did Dad mishear you when you were getting a bear hug? And of all the things to steal from my parents, why an old lab coat?"

"Tell your homicidal friends that Vlad didn't make it!" The masked teen blurted out instead of answering any of the duo's questions.

"What?!" Both Jazz and Danny gawked in unison.

"Sam and Tucker, tell them either the core was destroyed due to a mishap or that shortly after he reformed, Jack and Maddie gunned him down for good. Either way, I know they want me dead and if they already believe that I am, they won't try to kill me. I may not know the full picture of why I'm being hunted down and treated like the scum of the earth, but I don't want to be destroyed!"

"...Did you catch them breaking into your house when you went home last night and thought that they wanted to kill you in your sleep? Because if so, that wasn't the plan." Danny wrung his hands with a nervous smile.

"...You know what? Forget it, that's not the important take away here." He shook his head. "The important thing is that this" he gestured to his own body. "Cannot be reversed. The only way for me to grow back up that I know of is the natural flow of time. Which means that I need to both fake my own death and fake my own new life."

"Okay, that sounds... reasonable, but what do we have to do with that?"

"You two can't tell anyone else that I'm alive, not even your friends who you might trust but I certainly don't. I know they won't buy that I'm actually my own estranged son which is why my cover story for them is that I'm a clone designed to play 'undertaker'. You know, that I just exist to handle all the chaos that normally would've come up without a death plan in mind as well as destroy all evidence that Vlad has supernatural abilities after his death and may or may not just melt into nothing imminently after the Job's done?"

"...I hate that that's a plausible thing you- Er, past you would do." Danny groaned.

Vlad gave him an unamused look which was easy to read even with the face mask.

"What about our mom?" Jazz raised an eyebrow.

"...What about her? She can't be trusted with the truth or the clone story."

"Not that, I'm curious, do you still have any strong feelings towards her?"

"Yes: Fear. I feel very strong feelings of fear." Vlad nodded. "And other various and hard-to-name emotions too, but those are in the background. If you're worried about me lusting after her then don't. I know that even boiled down to our very essences as people, we're completely incompatible as a couple."

"Oh? Care to elaborate?" Jazz sat next to the bed and gestured for him to lay down on it and gestured for Danny to give them some privacy for Vlad's comfort, which both did. "When did you discover that you and mom are incompatible?"

"I can't really put it down to an exact date or moment, just... It was like a switch was flipped while I was reduced to a core. The need to survive outweighing both ghostly obsession and human delusions. It was like... carrying a backpack full of rocks while trying to scale a cliff, and when I almost lost my grip, I cut off the backpack without even thinking about it. It didn't matter to me if they were the most precious jewels or just dead weight in the moment, I had to..."

"I see... And how exactly would you describe this incompatibility? Romantic, platonic, spiritual..? Or were you so deeply effected by the trauma she inflicted on you that you can't even tell what you used to see in her anymore?"

...He was going to say that while he is willing to forgive her for her part to play in the portal incident, her abandoning him to rot alone in the hospital while marrying his best friend, robbing him a few times, several attempted dissections, and many more things, he still had standards and self-respect and would never in a million years date a Viking's fan. But he also felt that if he did say that out loud to her, she'd think his priorities were completely stupid.

"Y-yeah, both the trauma and the romantic thing... Looking back with a new perspective and going off of what I remember about us, if by some means we genuinely got together, we would bring out the worst in each other and I think that it would be an exhausting power struggle where if one of us won, the other would be trapped in a miserable metaphorical cage and if it was us as equals against a shared enemy, say, the ghost zone, we would be genocidal tyrants of likes the universe had never seen before."

"...Okay... And how come you and her worked out as friends then?"

"In hindsight, Jack was the glue that healthily held us together-"

"Wait, you don't wanna kill my dad anymore?"

"Well out of everyone who intentionally tried to kill me that I know of, he's been the most friendly and considerate, so no? Not really." He shrugged

"That's great! Er, not the almost dying thing but..."

"Kids! Breakfast!" Maddie called up the stairs. "Better hurry and get it before the bus comes!"

"Okay, while we didn't the chance to dig too deep I think we made some good progress on figuring out what you're working with. Wanna do this again next week?"

"I'll think about it..." Vlad got off of the bed. "I mean, the next few weeks are going to be insanely busy for me with all the paperwork."

The two went downstairs and sat at the table, where the Fenton Family ate while Vlad just picked at his food as he didn't want to take off the mask.

Maddie took notice of the older teen's lack of appetite as well as a few other red flags about him.

The son of one of the most talked about billionaires in the world, and there's never even been so much of a peep by media about him? She wasn't denying his paternity, it would be extremely difficult to prove that the teen wasn't his son. (He was practically the spitting image of his younger self from what she could see of his uncovered face) but how and why did Vlad manage to keep the boy out of public eye for so long? Not even a single family picture anywhere in the house? Vlad never even talking about him once?

And that's not even touching on the mysterious teen's physical state; He was frail, had dark circles under his eyes, he was shaking like a chihuahua, and call it a mother's intuition, but the way his clothes and mask were, it... it seemed like he was strategically covering up injuries...

Oh god... did he name his kid "Jack" because he was using him as punching bag to let his anger out..? She tolerated so much of Vlad's... peculiarities for her husband's sake, but so help her, she will maul that man like a feral bear if he's been abusing his own son over his petty grudge against her husband!

"So J-Kid, tell us about yourself." Her husband gave the guest a warm smile. "What got you interested in Crypto-zoology?"

"Mostly morbid curiosity. I grew up hearing about sightings of strange creatures, both alien and terrestrial and I wanted to know more about them. What evolutionary niches are they supposed to fill? How intelligent are they? Are they sentient and sapient? And regarding my interest in ectobiology, with the existence of ghosts being proven real, how many of the cryptids on earth are living, breathing creatures that we know very little of and how many are ghosts of the entities they once were? ...I figured if I could tell the difference between ghost biology and living entity biology, it would come in handy with some of my questions."

"Well if you're up for an internship here, we'd be more than happy to teach you everything we know about ghost biology!" Jack beamed.

"Thank you for the offer Mr. Fenton, I'll think about it while settling in to town."

"And do you have a place to stay? ...Specifically, a place you feel safe staying at?" Maddie inquired.

"Yes, don't worry, I plan on staying with Vladimir. It's going to be my first time meeting him since the divorce so I'm both nervous about it and excited."

"The divorce..?" She repeated, surprised, but not sure what she should be surprised about. Maybe the fact Vlad got married in the first place?

"Yes, from what I can tell about it it was really messy and mom was pretty spiteful about it, not giving an inch while taking miles, refusing to let him see me, spreading bad rumors... I'm not surprised he never really told anyone about me, I bet he didn't want to talk about the whole thing. It kinda feels weird calling a man I've never met my dad though..."

Okay, so whatever the kid's been through wasn't directly caused by Vlad... He's safe from her mama bear wrath for now.

"Well I'm sure you two will get along just fine, why, you and V-Man even have the same favorite football team! Sure moving's always hard to adjust to, but you have nothing to worry about regarding your old man, okay?"

"Got it, thanks Mr. Fenton. And thanks for the breakfast" Vlad weakly smiled.

"Oh? Going so soon?"

"Yeah, sorry, but boxes aren't going to unpack themselves and I really just came to let you two know I'm in the neighborhood before you get caught off guard."

"Well feel free to visit again any time, J-Kid!" Jack gave him a firm handshake. "Our home is your home too."

"And mine is yours." the teen smiled back.

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"-So let me get this straight. He's dead? As in, dead dead?" Tucker almost couldn't believe his ears.

"Yeah, as it turns out, while I was trying to take him to Frostbite, he didn't survive the trip..." Danny scratched the back of his head. Not comfortable with lying directly to his two best friends but it wasn't like paranoid amnesiac had an unreasonable request considering that all he knew about them right now was that they tried to kill him. "His core fell apart while we were trying to figure out what happened to him.."

"Dang..." Tucker leaned against the bus stop. "I mean, I never liked the guy... but really? That's how the cookie crumbled instead of some epic final battle?"

"Are you sure? It feels too... convenient." Sam spoke up. "He just falls apart and that's it? He's done and dealt with?"

"Do you want him to come back..?"

"No! But just.. I think we should keep our guards up. He could be faking it so he can go lick his wounds somewhere before ambushing us."

"I... don't think it's possible to fake having a core fall apart." Danny frowned.

"I'm less worried about him somehow surviving being completely destroyed and more worried about who or what will raid Vlad's mansions for weapons and money to use against us." Tucker shook his head. "Just imagine Skulker with the Plasmius Maximus incorporated into his arsenal."

"So he'd disable his own powers?" He snorted in amusement.

"Okay, bad example..."

"Anyway, I don't think we should be too worried about what happens to his stuff, Vlad made a clone of himself specifically to handle it. I've met him and he's not too bad."

"HE HAS A CLONE OF HIMSELF?!" Both Tucker and Sam gawked in unison.

"...Yeah? But don't worry, he's not evil, just skittish."

"How do you know this..?" Sam shook her head in exasperation.

"He showed up on the doorstep and Dad let him in to have breakfast."

"Huh... Does Dani know she has a big brother?"

"...Or a little brother depending on how long he's been out of the tube?"

"Good question... I guess I'll ask him the next time we see each other."

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For the fanfic writers ask game, I would like to ask: 11, 17, 29

11. Do you have specific playlists for writing fics?

I do not, I with the vibes on this one. I do write with music a lot, and sometimes the music is based on my mood, sometimes it's the scene, and sometimes it's completely random.

17. What’s something you’ve learned about while doing research for a fic?

LOL this one is popular. Okay so I answered this already buuuut I can share a different tidbit. I am a big fan of cocktails, which has led to a wide variety of knowledge about drinks and research based on those drinks. For the Smoke and Raindrops series I titled one of the fics Snifters and Tulips. These are two different glasses that whiskey can be served in.

Snifter:

Though this is the iconic whiskey glass, it's not the best design for enjoying whiskey because it doesn't let the alcohol breathe enough, concentrating the ethanol fumes so that your nose will get those first when you take a sip.

Tulip:

A tulip glass on the other hand is shaped to open up at the rim, which allows the ethanol fumes to escape when you take a sip and ensures that you can detect more of the subtle flavors in a whiskey.

29. Share a bit from a fic you’ll never post OR from a scene that was cut from an already posted fic. (If you don’t have either, just share a random fic idea you have that you don’t plan on getting to.)

One day I may return to the tailor!Kinn oneshot that is sadly sitting in my drafts, until that day happens though you all can have this bit.

Porsche spies a man across the shop from him. He’s in a nice suit — it's burgundy — and sifting through items on the rack. Before he can get a good look at the man, his attention is drawn back to the clerk when he clears his throat. 

“Ah, yes I see. Mr. Kittisawat, if you will follow me, you are in fitting room three.”

Porsche trails after the old man, making sure not to get too close, in case the smell of poor on him offends the man more than he already has. He opens a door that leads to a room that Porsche would never qualify as a fitting room. 

It’s the size of his bedroom, with an old leather couch that has those fancy curly arms and the little buttons creating a pattern on its back. There’s a matching armchair that he sees after entering the room. On the side table between them, there is a set of decanters filled with what he can only assume are different types of liquor. 

“Please make yourself at home, your tailor will be with you shortly.” With that the older man beelines it out of the room, closing the door behind him. Porsche is scared to touch anything. If he breaks something there is no way he can pay to replace it.  So instead he just hovers there awkwardly standing in the middle of the room. 

He hears a knock on the door before it’s opened and a man walks in. It’s the same man he spotted earlier in the front room.  He’s ditched the suit jacket and has something around his biceps pulling taut the fabric of his shirt on his forearms. Porsche has no idea what you call them. 

“Mr. Kittisawat, hello—“

“Porsche please,” he interrupts. This guy is his age, and being called by his last name is freaking Porsche out. “Just Porsche.”

The other man nods. “Porsche then. I’m Kinn, I’ll be your tailor for today.” He sweeps through the room like he owns it, opening drawers and collecting items. A tape measure gets strung over a pair of very broad shoulders. He collects a notebook and pens, then puts a tiny pin cushion on his wrist with pins already in it. 

“Would you like something to drink?”

“Umm, sure.  Thanks.” Porsche isn’t sure how to navigate this situation, and it’s putting him on edge

“Scotch? Bourbon? Vodka? Cognac?” 

“Bourbon,” Porsche answers, blinking at all the options. The man strides to the side table collecting a glass and pouring a strong three fingers into it. He comes back to Porsche and hands him the glass. 

“What brings you in today, Porsche?” His voice is a deep rumble, but soft, surprisingly so given the look of the guy.

Porsche shifts nervously, Kinn is intense. He takes a big sip of the bourbon. It’s delicious. He’s sampled the best stuff they have at Hum Bar and that’s got nothing on this. He can’t help the hum of pleasure.

“Good?” Kinn grins at him. He truly is good-looking, Porsche would almost be tempted, but no, that’s hardly professional.

“Very, I’m here for a fitting. The company I work for said they called ahead to schedule the appointment and that you would know what to make.”

“Ah, yes. (insert name). We work exclusively with them to outfit their staff. The traditional black suit is their go-to. Though perhaps...” he gives Porsche a look up and down. It’s so heady Porsche can feel the heat coursing through his veins at being under this man’s scrutiny. Get it together, he thinks.

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