#-about little animal skeletons and a hand patting him on the back and telling him hes got it and a bat swinging at-

[ant1quarian]

Horror Sans x Reader

A Kitten for your troubles?

Contains:

Fluff

Kittens

You loved your job. Ever since you were little, there was barely anything else you loved more than helping and caring for animals. That’s what landed you a solid job here, in the shelter.

Even though saying goodbye to some of the animals when others came to adopt them was difficult, you were still happy to see them go to a hopefully-good family.

You’d been tending to one of the rather touch-starved kittens when he’d walked in. A skeleton monster, tall and broad, with a gaping hole in his skull.

… Monsters had come up from the underground a little under four years ago, and it took 80% of that time to actually get them accepted into society– considering what they’d had to do.

You didn’t feel disgusted by them or anything– it was just unusual for them to be outside of Upper Ebott.

You watched curiously as other employees showed him around. It wasn’t hard to tell he was feeling awkward– perhaps a tad anxious– as he looked at everything he could.

The kitten on your lap began to make you into her personal pincushion as she lovingly dug her claws into you.

You smiled at her, gently patting her head. Her tabby fur was sleek underneath your hand as she looked up to you with her one good eye. This was by far your favourite kitten– having picked her off the streets and been put in charge of nursing her back to health. The skittish thing she used to be was gone, replaced by a loving, adventurous little gremlin.

“It’s alright, sir.” You glanced up when you heard one of your colleagues attempting to comfort the skeleton from before, “ol’ Barkley here is naturally really wary.”

… The skeleton had a downcast look on his face, but reluctantly nodded. You were immediately reminded of a kicked puppy.

You assumed that’s what prompted your body to move before you had thought about it, scooping the kitten up in your hands.

She purred, simply blinking at you.

Your colleague left, which was when you approached the skeleton.

“Heya, sir.” You smiled, stepping into his line of sight. His large, red eyelight landed on you and the black dot in the centre contracted in surprise.

“Kitten for your troubles?” You asked, unintimidated by the way he just seemed to stare at your face. As if he was taking in everything you were and trying to make sense of it before he looked down at the kitten.

“... you… sure…?”

Oh boy that’s a fuckin’ attractive voice rightthere–

You internally slapped yourself, deciding to ignore just how nice his voice sounded. Deep– like bass deep– with a slight gravelly-ness to it that sounded as if it had been gained rather than natural.

“Mhm!” You nodded, tilting your head at him as you gently held out the kitten. She looked up at him before meowing, shifting her head so that she could see him better.

He seemed to hesitate, one of his hands locked in the fur lining of his hood, before he carefully scooped the kitten out of your hands.

… You almost laughed at the comical difference– how she managed to look so much smaller in his hands. Hell, they were probably big enough to cover up the entirety of the front of your face.

“You can pat her, y’know,” You commented softly, watching his face carefully. You searched for any kind of hints that he didn’t like this or he was uncomfortable, which you found none of.

He slowly shifted his thumb to rub under her chin. Almost immediately, her engine-like purr started up and she nuzzled against him.

You had a front row seat to the look of pure awe that came over his face. His grin, once almost in a frown, picked back up again. His sockets squinted as he let out the cutest, “eheheh.”

It took a long while of just comfy silence where he slowly got bolder with patting the kitten before he slowly looked up to you again.

“what’s your… name…?” He asked slowly, as if he was struggling to put his thoughts into words, “‘m… sans.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Sans.” Your smile became a few degrees warmer as you held eye-contact with him before giving him your name.

He quietly repeated it back to you and you nodded.

“... ‘s a nice name.”

“Thank you.” A pause, then, “are you planning to adopt the kitten? She’s been needing a good home for a while now.”

Sans nodded slowly but eagerly, cupping the kitten in his hand. He kept his very sharp distals away from her, though. Heh, he was almost handling her like she was a very delicate china tea cup.

“Awesome. Now, if you could follow me over here…”

You didn’t even notice the small amount of dusky blue that had formed on his cheekbones as you took him through the process of adopting the kitten.

It was safe to say that wasn’t your last interaction.

#Sans x Reader #Horror Sans x reader #random drabble #He's adorable #Fluff #So much fluff #We love fluff here

[omnidemidisaster]

Skid general + relationship headcanons!

These hcs are SFW. Some of the hcs will be slightly suggestive but nothing NSFW. And quick thing Juane and Lila will be married in this cause ofc. Also little references to Friday night funkin

Skid will be aged up to 14 so the dating hcs won't be as weird

General Headcanons!

☆ For one, I think he would be super good at make up

○ Like once he hit 10, he removed the mask and practiced his make up skills

☆ His hair is so soft. Skid really wanted to take care of it and with the help of Lila, he now has soft, shiny and healthy hair

○ We all know he loves skeletons, but when I tell you he LOVES them

☆ Like he has skeleton keychains, skeleton hoodies, skeleton toys, skeleton plushies that he always snuggle up with, other little skeleton things he loves skeletons

○ Speaking of snuggling with toys-

☆ He cannot sleep without holding onto something. Pillow, plush toys, balled up blankets, anything

○ Obviously, Skid is a mamas boy. He always finds comfort in coming to Lila for advice and he's honestly happy just to have her in his life

☆ And he totally still doesn't cuddle up with mom after a nightmare

○ Skid and Pump love carving pumpkins together. Thats usually when most of their random memories are made, just carving pumpkins in Skids backyard

☆ Skid is definitely the more emotional one out of the spooky duo

○ Like he can easily get bothered, upset, sad, joyful, ect, with the press of a button

☆ Skid and Pump have sleepovers a l o t and usually found the next morning on the floor in Lila's living room floor with Skid using Pump as a teddy bear

○ Skid is always in a vacant headspace, usually in another world thinking hard about something

☆ As Skid grew older, he ends up really liking cats and ended up becoming an ally cat whisperer

○ Juane and Lila ended up getting married, which makes Ross, Kevin and Skid all brothers. And actually Skid was fine with this. He and Ross got along and Skid and Kevin had a relationship before hand

☆ Skid loves physical contact and most people catch onto this and acted on it ( Like Lila patting his head, Ross playfully punching Skids arm, Pump giving Skid hugs all the time, ect )

○ Skid is one for decorating his surroundings. Stickers and charms on his phone, buttons and keychains on his backpack, jewelry, ect

☆ Ross and Skid definitely game together

○ Skid is quick to adapt to things so if something changes he doesn't really have an issue

☆ Skid is OBSESSED with trash television and watches it all the time with his two moms and make fun out of it

○ Skid is also obsessed with the occult and learning about those sort of subjects

☆ Skid has a high spice tolerance and he loves surprising people when someone is shocked by his tolerance for spice

○ One of his favorite genres of media is romance

☆ Even if he isn't a little kid obsessed with Halloween as he was, he is still obsessed and still loves to celebrate it with Pump

○ He actually loves his hair the way it is. He doesn't mind being mistaken for a girl, he just kindly corrects them

☆ Out of the spooky duo, he is the more gothic one out of the two. Like his playlists, his general attire, his decor, even the shows he watches is gothic in a way

○ He is obsessed with chocolate to an unhealthy agree. He could probably live on it

☆ Him and the Hatzgang are pretty neutral the more they got older. Ross and Skid are obviously close from being brothers. Robert and Skid aren't close like Skid and Ross but they are still pretty close and they have good vibes. Roy and Skid? Ehh..Skid can understand why Roy acted out but he can't forgive him. He doesn't hate Roy, but he doesn't like him either.

○ Skid likes pumpkin spice flavored drinks ( Haha- )

☆ Skid and Pump went back to the mansion they went during week 2. They found it was still abandoned and made that their hang out spot

○ Skid owns a bat that is mostly for decoration but will still be used for a weapon

☆ Hes not a huge fan of anime, but he does like death note and ended up buying a notebook with Death Note on the front

○ He has a safety blanket he balls himself in whenever he's feeling anxious

☆ He has a soft spot for little kids and will willingly be a baby sitter if need be

○ He and Pump like to hold hands and walk up and down their neighborhood together

☆ He remembers every little thing, so be careful

○ Skid learned about scream metal and wanted to make scream metal. Lila obviously supports him and sends him videos of inspiration and instruments for him

☆ He believes in astrology. Not like snapchat zodiac Tumblr chick obsessed astrology, but he genuinely has an interest in astrology and likes to learn about it

○ Juane and Skid are actually pretty close. Lila is obviously much closer to Skid and has a relationship that can't be replaced. But Juane tries to be his mom too and Skid loves being Juanes third son

☆ Lila and Juane like taking Kevin, Ross and Skid out to the mall for bonding. Ross and Skid are usually in the hot topic and build a bear

○ Once he got older, he got alot more of a troublemaker. Mostly pulling pranks and teasing people. Hes not a bad kid by any means, just a typical teenage boy

Dating Headcanons!

♡ You both met in the most unlikely way

♤ Mostly him accidentally running into you when trying to run away from Kevin who was yelling at him for something

♡ He accidentally pushed you and himself down, him immediately apologizing and pulling you up

♤ He asks if your okay, which you are. Nothing much, just scratches on your hands

♡ You can see the look on his face that he didn't mean to hurt you, looking guilty

♤ He keeps on apologizing profusely

♡ This would of been cute...if it weren't for an angry candy club uniformed man yelling at Skid

♤ Skids demeanor changed, back to his cheeky smug self he was before he ran you over

♡ "I gotta run, talk to you later?" He asked, about to start running again

♤ "Uhm, y-yea"

♡ And with that, he left. And with that, you got yourself a romcom intro

♤ Skid met you a couple other times, this time not when he's running from trouble and honestly he is super sweet

♡ He starts showing more nervousness the more you both hang out

♤ He talked with his moms and he realized he was having a crush

♡ He told you, very awkwardly, that he thinks he might like you more than a friend

♤ When you said you felt the same, his heart skipped a beat

♡ He immediately asked to be your boyfriend, seeming less awkward than before

♤ You both started to be partners, and you can see a switch in Skids personality

♡ Hes barely nervous, hes alot more calm when your around him, and he's overall happy

♤ He ropes you into his schemes and shenanigans, but he always takes the blame for you so you don't get in trouble or at least not as much trouble

♡ He makes alot of flirty comments to you just to see your face blush up. He finds it so cute

♤ But if you pull that uno reverse card? WHOOO BOY

♡ When he gets flirted with, he stumbles over his words, he tugs at his collar nervously and he just kinda ends up being flirted with by you

♤ In school, he will always share his notes with you, give you a spare pencil if needed, and is always willing to study with you

♡ He isn't too big on petnames, but he does find a couple. Like the normal babe/baby, hun, sweetheart, and when he's in that cheeky and playful mood, sweetcheeks

♤ Skid is so defensive and protective over you. If someone is making you feel like crap, he won't let that happen for long. He has thick skin so he will gladly take insults and degradation like its nothing for you

♡ But if someone decides to lay their hands on you? Hahaa....They are in trouble. His bat and Pump are coming with him if they even think they can hurt you

♤ He will always take you with him and Pump for trick or treating and haunted houses on Halloween. He helps you with your makeup, helps with costumes and ideas, and make sure you have a good time.

♡ He loves seeing you in your costume enjoying yourself. Skid nor Pump will ever tell you, but everytime you "somehow" got more candy than Skid, that was him. Skid adds more candy to your bags

♤ Once you have a sleepover for the first time, he is pretty nervous considering he never slept next to a girl that wasn't his mom ( this sounds wrong I assure you its not- (

♡ But once he has felt comfortable enough, he will pull you in close and end up nuzzling up with you

♤ He loves kissing you. LOVES IT. He loves seeing you blush whenever he presses a kiss against your cheek or lips. And of course the occasional neck kiss. Usually the neck kisses are when he's sleepy and wants to give you a smol kiss before he sleeps.

♡ Overall, good boyfriend. Good. 👌

#fluff #x reader #spooky month ross #spooky month robert #spooky month roy #spooky month kevin #spooky month #spooky month skid #spooky month pump #hatzgang

[dyketubbo]

sighs.... *thinks about ran and jackie in the future*

#not to be sappy but bella grows up and maybe shes like an engineer or maybe shes just some gardener or something #and bluebells this old ass cat thats practically looked like an old lady her entire life #and ran n jackie are happy and theyre starting to be loved in their community and they make friends and check up on the trainees- #-every now and then and and and aauaaaaaghauagaghh #btw angsty vers of bella beinf an engineer she gets an interest in tech and starts talking about phobium and for a second ran thinks- #-about little animal skeletons and a hand patting him on the back and telling him hes got it and a bat swinging at- #-his skull and the same voice going 'what a shame' and he remembers the rush of feeling like a disappointment #and jackie squeezes his hand and they talk with bella and they go to bed and all night ran thinks about a balcony and a knife- #-and a little blue flower and how he wishes he was different. and he goes to sleep #lol #knifetrick #ran aetherman #jackie #mask mews

[notlevifromobeyme]

How the Obey Me! boys would react to MC cuddling them for the first time.

Lucifer

When you asked, he instantly thought “You wanna have sex?” And no, Luci…But what if..~ I’m kidding.

He likes being the big spoon, protecting you at all costs with his toned chest at your back.

When you wake up, he’s awake, waiting for you. He doesn’t wanna let you go until you’re ready.

Loves when you take ahold of his hands and guides him. At first, he doesn’t really know what to do. He’s never done this before.

P.S., Please. If you wake up in the middle of the night..DONT LOOK AT THE SKELETON.

Mammon

“Fine! Only cause ya asked! I-It’s not like I want to cuddle with ya..I didn’t say nothin’!”

Loves when you pat his head.

When you wake up, he’s probably got a face full of your chest, supporting your back with his hand to push you into him. Taking in your smell, loving every second of getting to wake up to your pretty voice.

Pretends to sleep for a little longer to hear your morning voice.

Levi

“Wh-Why would you wanna CUDDLE with me…?! I’m j-just a yucky otaku!!!”

Awkwardly let’s you control him. He likes to be the big or the small spoon.

Loves watching anime before bed, or let’s you read mangas to him as a nighttime story.

When he wakes up to you saying “Levi..It’s time to get up. Rise and shine.” He melts. He probably hears, “Good morning, Levi-Sama!~”

Satan

Matching cat onesies.

Likes when you lay on his chest.

Calm music in the back.

“Satan? Wake up. It’s time for breakfast.” Ah, he SIMPly melts. (I am so. Sorry. For making that pun. It was horrifying.)

Asmo

“MC, dear! You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for you to ask that!!”

Sets the mood with rose pedals, candles, and he puts on cute pajamas.

Likes to switch between little spoon and big spoon, loves laying on your chest, though.

Has dreamt of waking up to your beautiful voice.

Beel

Unsure if he can stay in the bed and not get snacks in the middle of the night, so he wakes you whenever he’s getting a snack, asks if you want one/if you want to come with him.

Likes when you lay on his chest, but he likes to lay on yours as well.

When morning comes, absolutely adores when you bring him breakfast in bed.

Hugs you like your a teddy bear, a small smile can be seen on his face.

Belphie

Has lived for this moment.

Every position. Belphie does not care if you’re the big/little spoon, or if your laying on his chest or your switched, loves this.

Matching cow print pajamas.

Actually likes it when you wake him up, since it’s you of course.

Lord Diavolo

“I-I haven’t got much experience..could you tell me what you want me to do, My Dear..?”

Visibly blushing. His heart is beating out of his chest, as he spoons you.

“This is really comfortable..shall we do this more?”

When you wake him up, your facing him, with his face in your neck, his breath tickling you a bit. He hugs you when he wakes up.

Barbatos

“Oh my. This is much more please than than I’d think.”

Visibly flustered, but pleased.

Likes when you lay on his chest.

When you wake him up, it’s kinda surprising on how much of a light sleeper is, as he snaps right up.

Simeon

Has a cute, but goofy grin on him.

Likes to lay on your chest.

Very pleased, he smiles while stoking your head on his chest.

Luke will wake you two up, like some tired parents at 6 A.M.

Solomon

It’s sad, he is touch starved.

Holds onto you, casts a spell to keep you still.

Lays on your chest, and supports your back with his hands.

Feels like crying when you wake him. You didn’t leave?

Luke

He had a nightmare about you, won’t admit it though.

Most likely your cuddling with Simeon at first, but he wriggles his way in between you two.

“No reason! I just wanted to see MC…that’s all!”

Basically hugs you, wants you to hug him back.

#obey me #otome game #om! shall we date #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me twins #obey me lord diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me simeon #obey me solomon #obey me luke #where is my levi :(

[wispvial]

So I finally posted my Franklin/Nubbins fanfiction, lol. Shout out to the three or so people who might enjoy it, I just had fun writing, even if I’m not confident! I wasn’t so sure about tagging, but there are allusions to violence and animal death, the kind you’d see in the movie.

#texas chainsaw massacre #nubbins sawyer #franklin hardesty #franknub #tcm #mine

[fandomficsnstuff]

Little Dragon - Part 4

Summary: You were a child slave of Meereen, when one day a silver haired woman sets you free. Though your master isn’t too keen on letting you go, and Daenerys took personal action to see you freed and taken care of.

Daenerys Targaryen x Child!Reader

(my friend is an angel and is letting me use her laptop for today, thank god, so I’ll post as much as possible today, like a lot of fics, so that you guy have a little knaw off of:3 love you all and stay safe!!)

(Warnings: Some time jumps, but other than that I don’t think so)

High Valyrian is in cursive

It was months after Jorah’s banishment, and a lot had happened, including your birthday. Since you couldn’t remember when your birthday was, the reason being that it was never celebrated, Daenerys had asked your former master in the cells, who, after much thought if getting eaten by a dragon was worth it, told her the day you were born, which he had learned the day he bought your mother and you as an infant. At just eleven now, Daenerys had you at court with her sometimes, you had learnt quite a lot of the common tongue and history of both Westeros and Essos, and Daenerys was proud of your progress. You were standing to her right in the throne room, if you were being honest, you never really paid attention to what happened in the room, more so trying to memorise the different houses of Westeros, one of the first things Daenerys had you learn. All the houses, their words, their symbols, where they were, what they were known for. You, however, had trouble with some of them, which is what you were doing right now, in your head you tried to remember what sigil belonged to which house. But you were brought out of it by Missandei who approached you “(Y/N), it’s best that you come with me” she whispered low, making you frown and look at Daenerys, who nodded. You let Missandei escort you to the exit of the throne room, and peeking behind her, you saw burnt bones, a man weeping over them, and your eyes widened at the sight as an Unsullied took you to your room.

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It had been hours since you had been escorted out of the throne room. You couldn’t get the small burnt skeleton out of your head, who was it? What happened? It was so small, smaller than you, was it a kid? Your thoughts however were interrupted by Daenerys, who had clearly been crying, her eyes wet and cheeks flushed, she tried to hide it, but the tear stains clearly gave it away. You were sitting on your bed when she entered your room, kneeling in front of you as she took your hands in hers, she looked lost, like she didn’t know what to say “you’re sad again” you mumbled, making her look down before back up at you “yes, Little Dragon, I am” she admitted, getting up and sitting besides you on the bed, still holding your small hands “the man, from court today… something happened… I know you saw what he was carrying” she looked down into her lap before continuing “Drogon did something bad, very bad-”

“Like Ser Jorah?” she nodded at your question, making you think “do you have to send Drogon away too?” you finally asked after much thought, but she gently shook her head “no, no (Y/N)... Drogon did something bad but no one knows where he is. I can’t control my dragons as well as I thought” she admitted to you, still looking away from you “I had to-... I had to put Rhaegal and Viserion below the pyramid” she admitted, just now looking back up at you, seeing how you were confused. “Why? They didn’t do anything” you just got more and more confused the more you tried to understand “No, but they could, one day they might” Daenerys admitted, still watching for your reaction, and seeing how you were still confused she sighed, trying to think of a way to explain it better “sometimes, when someone does something bad, and you can’t punish them, you have to make sure it doesn’t happen again” you nodded carefully, thinking it over, and trying to understand.

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It had been a year now, since Rhaegal and Viserion had been locked away, and you had turned twelve now. Daenerys had tried to see her dragons, but to no avail. She was, however, unaware that you had visited them a few times in the past year, but not much. Your studies and lessons had gotten more and more heavy, focusing on much larger themes, instead of simply learning a language or some history. Though Daenerys tried to slow your lessons down by now, she said you needed to be a child, that you should have time to do what you want without all of these lessons weighing you down, so did Ser Barristan say, who often told you stories of Westeros, what it was like, since Daenerys was busy, and with the execution of a freed slave, she barely visited you now. Missandei tried to make you understand, but it was hard to understand when you were told nothing. You spend most of your time with Missandei or your teacher now, but sometimes Ser Barristan came and told you of Westeros, he told you tales that were told in Westeros, of heroes of old, of how Rhaegar, Daenerys’ brother, was. To say you were intrigued was an understatement, you loved hearing him tell of the different knights, and now that you had learnt the common tongue much more, you could understand him without having your teacher or Missandei translate for you, at least not all of the time.

Your teacher told you that you spent too much time with your head in Westeros, when you weren’t even in Westeros. You were in Essos, not in a land with a great big wall made out of pure ice. Ser Barristan told you of the wall, of the North, and of the South. He told you how the leaves change color when the seasons change, how the Reach looks in autumn, how the North has summer snow. You couldn’t imagine snow, and now there was such a thing as summer snow. 

Ser Barristan usually came in the middle of your lessons or after. It was always after Daenerys was done in the throne room, and he no longer had to be present. He told you how he asked so often if he could see you, that at this point Daenerys knew when he was about to ask. You listened as he told you of great knights, of lords and ladies, of the different animals, islands, and even as mundane as the weather. Everything your books never mentioned, and even parts that they did mention, but you wanted to know from someone who had been there, and not read about it.

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It had been hours since your lessons ended, and Ser Barristan hadn’t come to see you today, neither had Missandei, and your teacher acted weird, but wouldn’t say anything. You were picking at your food when the door opened, you looked up and saw a Daenerys with tear stained cheeks, and when she closed the door it was like she didn’t have to hold her head high anymore, her shoulders sank and she looked down as she approached you slowly.

You sat in your chair at your table as she knelt in front of you, looking up at you “where is Ser Barristan? He said he would come see me” you frowned as you saw new tears form in her eyes “(Y/N)... Little Dragon…” she held back a sob “Ser Barristan… was attacked by the Sons of the Harpy… I’m afraid he can’t visit you anymore” she did her best to keep her voice steady, but seeing the tears in your eyes, seeing how they slowly rolled down your cheeks as realization set in. You shook your head gently as you fell from your chair into her arms, hugging her as you sobbed into her dress. Daenerys held you tight, her hand gently patting your head as she comforted you, and seeing how broken you were, a rage filled her. A rage for those who had harmed her and you alike. You were called her daughter throughout Meereen, and she took it with pride, but with that title came dangers, and now more than ever, now that Gray Worm was hurt and Ser Barristan dead, she needed to keep you safe.

#Daenerys Targaryen #Daenerys TargaryenxChild!Reader #GoTFanFic #I'M BACK...for now

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g - fluff; non-idol!au

p - vet!jongho × vet!reader

w.c - 1.1k+

t.w - none

c - jongho tries to prove that the cat loves him more than it loves you but him cheating just led to much desired but unexpected situations.

a.n - hello im back to make @closer-stars suffer with another jongho writing! not too sure if you would like the vet au but cats! so kdksksk hope you like it bebs <3

t.l - @closer-stars (ofc) @fromercury @jeongyunhoed @ateezlovenet

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"Siru loves me more and I am going to prove it to you today," Jongho stated confidently but him sneaking her favourite salmon jerky into the front pockets of his white coat says otherwise. You pretend you don't see anything, just giving him a light shrug and a smile that Jongho can only describe as an I-would-love-to-see-you-try-for-the-umpteenth-time smile.

It's always less talk and more action when it comes to Jongho so he doesn't even bother whining about you doubting Siru's love for him. He pushes through the door to the back where Siru is resting along with the other pets in the clinic, the salmon jerky still in his pocket (of course). You quickly follow right after, not wanting to miss even a second of what was about to come. You usually wouldn't ever dream of him doing it but it's inevitable if he really wants to fight for Siru's attention.

"Siru~" Jongho cooes just like every other overly affectionate pet owner in the world. Oh yes, Jongho's pet owner voice has finally made its debut. You won't even tell him how many times you have overheard him practicing it in the exam room when he assumed you were busy attending to other animals in the other exam room. It definitely sounds much more natural now, maybe because he's actually saying it to an actual cat rather than to the canine skeleton model in his exam room.

"Siru, come here." Jongho's so determined he even included a meow between his words. You stifle a laugh as you watch him from behind. Everything you were witnessing now was ridiculous, ridiculously adorable.

The tortoiseshell seemed to have picked up the scent of her favourite treat because you see her sniffing in the direction of Jongho's pocket, her eyes fixed on it rather than Jongho's face. If he was able to get her out of her cage, even by baiting her like this, you would still acknowledge his victory. It would still be an improvement from before when she wouldn't even move a step closer to him. A small win is still a win.

Unfortunately, Jongho completely messes up when he goes on to say: "It's time for your daily check-up, baby." Yeah....using the word "baby" here wasn't going to work if the three prohibited words in the cat's dictionary was also included in the same sentence. With that, Siru folds her ears back down and immediately goes to hide in the corner of her cage.

"Great! Another free cup of coffee for me!" You chirped as you moved forward to give him a pat on his shoulder.

Jongho sighs in defeat, his shoulders slumping over. "Maybe I should have just been an ordinary doctor for humans. I still don't understand how to get the pets to warm up to me."

"Hey, that was a pretty close attempt," you comforted him. "You just need a little more practice, can't really blame you when you spend more time operating on them rather than interacting when they're conscious."

"But-"Jongho straightens his back so fast you almost lose your balance due to the shock-"I know a trick ninety-nine point nine percent of animals can't resist." He shoots you a mischievous glance and a smirk as he pulls out his 'secret' weapon, which did indeed catch Siru's attention.

Siru was already near the entrance of the cage when your competitiveness takes over you. Your first instinct was to create a distance between the two of them, and maybe you could blame it on your frequent fantasies in doing so, but your arms naturally went around his waist as you pulled him away, you now behind him once again.

"You think I didn't notice? You cheater!" You unintentionally gave him a tight squeeze as you tried to snatch the treat out of his hand and Jongho feels like you had just snatched his breath away, literally and figuratively.

"U-uh...that's a tad too tight, my dear." Jongho regrets almost instantly for saying that right now. It was not unusual for him to use it on you but using it in this situation was probably not the best idea; misunderstandings may arise.

If anyone ever asks you for an instance where your competitiveness takes over you, you're going to use this as an example because you didn't even notice the position the both of you were in until Jongho had said that. "Oh shit, sorry." You tried to take a step back and away from your colleague but it seems like the universe has other plans for the both of you because you trip over Jongho's foot in the process.

You would like to thank his quick reflexes in grabbing your arms — that were pretty much still around him — and reeling you back in, otherwise you would have crashed into the cages behind you, giving the other animals an extremely unpleasant wake-up call. But you also hate it, because now the both of you are closer than before, one cheek squished against his back and his hands firmly holding onto yours, the both of you frozen on the spot. How were you supposed to act in a situation like this?

You were the first one to break the awkward but somehow comforting silence, clearing your throat and redirecting the both of you back to the real reason you two were in here for — Siru.

"Oh yeah, Siru..."

"I'll get her," you said, pulling away cautiously this time to avoid the same situation from happening again. Jongho fingers lingers on your arms as you do just in case he needs to catch you again.

"Okay, I'll go get prepared."

"Thanks." Jongho nods in acknowledgement and heads straight towards the door, wanting to get out of there as soon as possible. His heart was pumping dangerously fast, it couldn't be healthy to let it continue that way for any longer.

Jongho was just about to close the door behind him, so he could wipe away the cold sweat that was starting to drip down his warm face, when you called out to him. He can barely breathe all because of you.

"We should talk about it after work." You notice the slight confusion in his face, and though you know he's quick-witted enough to figure out what you mean, you don't want to leave any chances of him misunderstanding. "About us, I mean. But also I mean even if you have nothing to say to me, I have lots of things to tell you. So, please?"

"Sure, we can talk about us."

#kwritersworldnet #kdiarynet #8makes1teamnet #ateezlovenet #ateez scenarios #ateez reaction #ateez imagines #ateez writings #ateez blurbs #ateez drabbles #ateez #ateez fluff #jongho #jongho fluff #requested

[hotchnersbiitch]

Date Night

A/N: Hey guys! This is the last request in my inbox, so send me some more! I love writing for you all! 

Request: @bucksgoat​ 

Pairing: Spencer Reid x reader 

Category: Fluff 

Warning: none

Word Count: 1,446 ~ 5min 47sec

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The BAU has had what seemed like nonstop cases all month, you were tired and burnt out just like everyone else. You also were missing your husband; yeah you guys work together every day but you can't remember the last time you two were able to just lay around and read books together. You just wanted a break. You were pretty disappointed this morning when Spencer got a call saying that there was a new case, you were hoping today would only be a paperwork day because Spencer had reservations at a nice restaurant for the both of you. 

“This isn't fair.” You mumbled as you and Spencer got dressed for the day. 

“I know love, I’m sorry.” He says slipping on his converse before throwing his messenger bag over his body, you put on your shoes and grabbed your bag before you both left the house getting into the car. You sighed and rested your head against the window as Spencer drove, you were just so bummed out, all you wanted was one day to relax and be with your husband. 

“Are you okay?” Spencer asks placing a hand on your knee as he drove and you just shook your head. 

“No, I’m so tired Spencer, cases have been back to back for weeks now. I just want one day where we can just relax and have a normal life for once. I miss you.” You say, almost on the verge of tears, you were just so upset. You love your job, you really do but it just gets so tiring after a while. Spencer frowns and pats your knee lightly. 

“I know baby, I’m tired and I miss you so much as well. But we got to do our jobs, we will get a break soon enough.” He says in a comforting voice, you just nod taking Spencer's hand into your own bringing it to your lips and kissing it gently. 

“I love you, I’m sorry our date got messed up,” Spencer says as he pulls into the parking garage of the FBI. 

“I love you too, it's not your fault,” you say as you get out of the car making your way inside with Spencer. You dropped your stuff off at your desk as you made your way into the briefing room with Spencer close behind you. You could instantly tell everyone felt the same way you did, the vibes were just off, everyone was worn out. You let out a sigh and sat next to Spencer as Hotch started informing everyone about the case. You were hoping this was going to be an open and shut case so you could come back home and have a break. The case was located in Manhattan, New York which luckily wasn't too far away from headquarters. The short plane ride to the location was quiet which was unusual for the team, they were always talking about something whether that be the case, their personal lives, or even telling stories from when they were younger. But you were all tired and not it the mood to chat, the entire ride you just laid your head on Spencer's shoulder as he looked through the case file. You were pretty sure this would be an easy case to solve, at least you hoped so. Once the team arrived they went straight to work, you helped work on the profile with Morgan and Prentiss while the rest of the team went to talk to witnesses and survey the crime scenes. After JJ lead the press release on the nightly news there wasn't much left to do until tomorrow, Hotch called it a night and everyone went to the hotel. You walked into your and Spencer's hotel room, Hotch allowed you two to share since you were married. You walk over to the bed and plopped down, you were exhausted. 

“No get up, we're going somewhere,” Spencer says, you look up and shoot him a very confused look. 

“Where could we possibly need to go Spence?” you ask with a small chuckle. 

“You’ll see come on.” He says grabbing your hand pulling you out of the room and into the lobby. 

“Spencer, where are we going?” You ask a little bit more sternly. 

“You'll see, just bear with me okay?” 

“Okay.” You mumble as you get into one of the SUVs with Spencer. 

“I got a surprise for you.” 

“A surprise?” You question, you honestly had no clue where Spencer could be taking you, he just nods his head and starts driving. You only drove for a few minutes before Spencer parked the car, he hurried to get out and open the door for you, he was always such a gentleman. You were now both standing in front of a beautiful white building that was lit up with spotlights. 

“Where are we, babe?” You ask with a smile as you wrap your arm around his. 

“We are at the American Museum of National History, I've always wanted to come here and were here now so I thought why not. It'll make up for our missed date, I know we're on a case but I just want to spend this time with you, even if it's just for a few hours.” He says with a small smile, you blush and look over at him with a giant smile on your face. He was truly the sweetest person you've ever met. 

“Spence, this is wonderful baby. Thank you so much, this is so sweet of you.” You say wrapping your arms around him before placing a loving kiss on his lips, he gratefully kissed you back before pulling away. 

“Let's go, I paid extra for night access, there will hardly be anyone here and we can just enjoy the exhibits without all the people.” He says as you walk hand and hand up the steps into the museum, he hurriedly handed the teller the tickets and grabbed a map before walking into the main building. You gasped, the first thing you saw way a gigantic skeleton of a T-Rex, you and spencer loved to go to museums and you've seen a lot of great things but never something like this. 

“Wow babe, this is... incredible.” you mutter as he leads you around the museum. 

“This museum alone as over 33 million artifacts Y/N, can you believe that? That's just so incredible. And many of the taxidermal animals you'll see, like the elephants, were hunted by Theodore Roosevelt himself.” Spencer rattles off, you could listen to his facts all day, it honestly made this 100 times more interesting. He knew more stuff about the exhibits than even seasoned historians did. You and Spencer walked around for what felt like hours just admiring the exhibitions, sometimes it was quiet you two would just soak in all the beauty that was around you, and sometimes Spencer would be giving you an entire history lesson on a certain object. You were so happy, you felt more relaxed than you have in weeks. You and Spencer eventually ended up in an enormous completely glass room, in the middle of this room were giant models of the planets, the moonlight coming in from the glass it was stunning.

“Wow” Was all you could stay as you and Spencer looked up admiring the work. You felt your heart swell up with so much happiness you could cry, you wrap your arms around Spencer's torso and pull him into a hug in which he greatly accepted. He kissed the top of your head and held you close to him. 

“Thank you so much, Spencer. You have no idea how bad I needed this,” you mumble pulling away slightly to look up at him, the moonlight was hitting his face in all the right places, he looked beautiful. 

“You have no idea how much I needed this too, it's like all my stress has been washed away. I’m so glad we get to do this, I know it's not home and I know were technically still on the job but all that matters is that we are here. Together.” He says before leaning down kissing you, you kissed him back with so much affection. He pulled away and pressed his forehead against yours. 

“I love you so much,” Spencer says in almost a whisper you smile softly. 

“I love you more.” You whisper back, Spencer pulls you back into his arms looking at the exhibit again. You were so content, you wished you could stay like this forever, you know you couldn't so you made sure to absorb all the love and memories you were making on this very special night. 

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[agerestorybits]

Fluff pile.

(Roman)

The pillow fort was made, the movies chosen. Popcorn popped. Apples sliced. Hot coco made.Smores baked. All that was left was for everyone to snuggle up and enjoy movie night.

Logan was the first down, wearing astronaut pj’s his paci on a star clip. “Cocoa?” He asked excitedly. Roman laughed and ruffled Logan’s hair. It was his night to babysit while all the others got to be little. He didn’t mind it at all. If anything it was one of his favorite moments to shine!

He pulled out all the stops, almost as if it was a friendly competition between all of them to see who could do the best job babysitting.

Roman handed Logan his mug, the one with simple math equations written on it like it was a chalkboard. “Tanks!” Roman smiled, Logan was in one of his younger head spaces.

“Where’s everyone else?” Roman asked.

“Soon.” Logan answered holding his mug carefully with both hands. Roman nodded.

“Do you need help to get settled into the fort?” Roman asked.

“I gots it!” Logan said, setting his mug down on the floor and collapsing into a bean bag before picking the mug back up.

Patton came down with Remus next. Patton in his cat onesie, Remus was wearing a zombie one. “Hi hi!” Patton waved. Remus copied him waving.

Remus going nonverbal when he was little. Roman waved back, He held out their mugs. Patton’s had ‘I like you a latte’ On it. Remus had eyes that were always looking at you.

“Hot chocolate!” Patton said happily. Remus smiled too. “Thanks!” Patton said as Remus just nodded.

“Enjoy!” Roman said eyes going to the stairs as Janus came down. He was wearing yellow and black ‘suit’ pajamas.

“Hot cocoa?” Roman asked. Janus smiled before looking at the snake mug. Roman noticed his hesitation. “Do you want it in a sippy cup?”

“Please?” Janus asked shily.

Roman waved his hand and a yellow sippy cup appeared. He poured the Hot chocolate in before closing it. He handed it over.

“Thank you.” Janus said quietly before going and taking his place in the corner away from everyone.

Patton and Remus sitting next to Logan. Roman smiled before doing a quick head count and coming up messing one.

He frowned and went hunting for Virgil.

“Stpid boton!” Virgil growled from his room. Roman knocked before sticking his head in.

“You don’t ok stormcloud?” Roman asked. He saw Virgil with his skeleton onesie misbuttoned as he tried to straighten it out.

“Help?” Virgil asked looking up at him.

Roman stepped in and quickly rebuttoned the onesies before just picking Virgil up. “Let’s ok watch a movie ok?”

“Mkay.” Virgil said hanging on to Roman as they went downstairs.

He got Virgil settled with his bat mug of hot cocoa before pulling out the snacks and turning on the movie, (Aristocats.) He settled down next to Janus in the corner. Janus curled up against him sideways, not afraid of spilling his drink. Roman hugged him with one arms as he’s eyes scanned over the others for any problems. Seeing none he turned back to the movie.

Perfect.

(Logan)

He took them all ‘camping’. (It was in the common rooms). He put glow in the dark stars on the ceiling and sleeping bags on the floor. There was a lantern on the floor that acted as the ‘campfire.’

Everyone was in their sleeping bags with their stuffed animals.

“Story?” Virgil asked from behind his paci. His arms are filled with a giant stuffed cat.

“I was planning on talking about some constellations.” Logan said.

“Oh.”

“What a con-steal-thing?” Patton asked.

“It’s a set of stars that makes a picture.”

“I like pictures!” Roman said.

“Can we just sleep?” Janus muttered. “I’m tired.” He rubbed his eyes.

Remus frowned at that. Patton looked at him. “Do you wanna hear about the Con-steal-thingies?”

“Constellations.” Logan corrected.

Remus nodded holding his plush squid to his chest. Half of his face hidden behind it.

Logan spend about an hour talking about them. The stars that made them up. (Whatever else you talk about constellations…..) Before he noticed that everyone had fallen asleep except Roman who was still wide awake listening. He was staring at Logan with awe.

“You’re so smart!” Logan paused before smiling.

“Thank you. Now I believe it’s time to sleep.” Logan said.

“Awww.” Roman groaned. Logan paused again.

“Do you want to see something?” Logan asked.

Roman nodded excitedly. Logan turned off the lantern. Roman looked up and saw the glow in the dark stars. He laid down staring at them. “Wow...You’re the best!”

“Sleep now.” Logan said, opening his own sleeping bag.

Roman nodded, still staring at the stars. He lifted his hands as if reaching for the stars. “I wish I was a star.”

“You already are.” Logan promised.

Roman giggled before yawning. He snuggled deeper into his sleeping bag and let his eyes drift closed.

(Patton)

The playground was made to be larger than a normal one so that when they played on it they felt smaller.

Patton watched from a bench as they all ran around playing. Remus (as always when he was little) stuck near Patton and was playing with toys around the bench.

Virgil was building a sand village with Logan in the sand box. Roman was pushing Janus on the swings.

They would play for another hour or so before Patton would call them over for lunch and a nap.

Remus tugged on Patton’s pant leg and handed him a barbie doll. He flapped his hands and pointed at the doll then to Patton.

“You want me to play too?”

Remus nodded and started bouncing. He flapped his hands again and grabbed another doll whose hair he was carefully brushing out.

Patton got down onto the ground with him and put a pair of shoes on the barbie before putting it in the dumptruck.

Remus frowned and shook his head. He dumped the barbie out and put a handful of grass in the truck.

Patton laughed. “Ok then. She doesn’t go there.”

Remus nodded and pointed at the grass and then at the truck. He pulled up more grass and put it in.

“Grass goes in there.” Patton clarified.

Remus shook his head.

“....trash?” Patton guessed. Remus smiled and he knew he got it right. He helped pull up some more grass till it was full.

Roman and Janus walked over, “Food?”

“Oh right!” Patton got up. Remus frowned. Patton ruffled his hair, “We can play again in a little bit kiddo.”

Remus huffed.

“Virgil! Logan! Lunch time!” Both of them ran over. Patton had packed sandwiches and juice boxes.

Everyone was quick to eat except Remus who kept playing.

“It’s time to eat now.”

Remus stared at him before. “N-n-no.” He forced out. Patton stared at him stunned. Remus never spoke in little space.

“What do you mean no?” Patton asked.

Remus pointed at the toys. “I know you want to keep playing but food is important too.”

“Pffft!”

“Remus.” Patton warned.

Remus started to tear up. Patton pulled him into his lap, “How about you eat while you play? Would that work?”

Remus nodded. He tried to put a handful of grass in his mouth. “NO! Nono! We’re eating sandwiches not grass!”

Remus sighed but accepted the sandwich.

Lunch was over quickly and there were a few yawning faces. “Time to go back.”

Remus crossed his arms and pouted as Patton picked up the toys. “Come on Remus.”

Remus turned his head away. Patton sighed and slowly started to walk away. Remus made a panicked noise and ran over, grabbing Patton’s hand. “You can keep playing back home...ok?”

Remus reluctantly nodded.

(remus)

Painting! What better activity was there for a bunch of littles? He thought. And the paint was edible...at least he ate it plenty of times with no problems.

Logan was busy carefully painting solid shapes. Virgil was painting colored cobwebs. Roman was making a castle with himself standing on the top of it. Patton was painting everyone. Janus was painting...himself.

Not on canvas. No he was covering himself in paint.

“We can play in the paint later.” Remus said.

“Bap!” Janus giggled as he slapped Remus in the face covering his face in blue paint. Remus licked some of it off.

“I’m supposed to tell you off for that. But it was funny so I won’t.” Remus said picking Janus up and carrying him into the kitchen to clean both of them up.

Janus giggled as he was cleaned up and ‘helped’ Remus get clean by hitting him in the face with the wet rag. “Thank you for helping little snake!”

“Welcom.” Janus said swinging his legs from where he sat on the counter.

“Help!” roman yelled. Remus picked up janus again and carried him back in. Roman had knocked over a paint jar all over his painting. He looked up at Remus panicked.

“Uh oh.” Patton said looking over. He patted Roman’s head trying to comfort him.

“Aww it’s ok. I can fix it!” Remus promised. He got a good look at what Roman had painted before he left and easily repainted it on a new canvas and replaced the ruined one. Roman inspected it closely before beaming.

“Thank you!”

“No problem.”

“Finisheded.” Logan said firmly. Remus looked at the carefully stacked shapes that filled the canvas perfectly.

“Good job!” Remus gave him a small hug.

“I wanna hug too!” Virgil said.

“Hey! Me too!” Patton said.

Remus grinned before grabbing both of them and pulling them close. He squished them together.

“Cuddle puddle!” Janus yelled jumping on them.

Remus laughed as Roman and Logan joined.

(janus)

It was easy, turn on the t.v pull out some toys and just sit back. Janus didn’t put much work into watching them. Even if Roman and Virgil competed for the ‘best’. He preferred to just have a relaxed non stressed time watching them.

Patton was showing Remus how to build a tower of blocks. Logan was reading a story book. Roman was watching sofia the first with Virgil.

All and all a very easy and relaxed afternoon.

Just the way he liked it. Logan crawled over with his book. “Ummm.”

“Do you want me to read to you?” Janus asked.

“It got big words.” Logan muttered embarrassed.

“Of course.” Janus had him sit down on the couch next to him. He put an arm around Logan and opened the book.

He didn’t notice Patton and Remus had come over to listen till Patton tugged on his pant leg. “Can we see the pictures too?”

He smiled, “Of course.” He tilted the book so they could see too.

It wasn’t long before Roman and Virgil wandered over as well.

He hadn’t planned on story time, but he had no problems with the change in schedule.

(Virgil)

You’d think that cooking would be what Patton would suggest for them. But no, Virgil set them all up decorating sugar cookies for halloween.

There were bats, pumpkins, and cats. All being colored in rainbow colors.

“It’s you!” Roman said holding up a bat cookie that was colored with purple.

“Thanks.” Virgil said taking the cookie.

Roman laughed, “I’mma make me next.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah. I’m red bat...to match you.” Roman said.

“We’re cats!” Patton said. Virgil turned to see Patton and Remus with frosting whiskers.

“OH! Na….yeah! You are! Good job!” He bit his lip trying not to laugh.

Janus drew an angry pumpkin and Logan made a happy pumpkin. “It’s important to have friends.” Logan informed him off hand.

“Yes. Very.” Virgil agreed.

“Patton! We suppose to eat the frosten on the cookies!” Roman said.

Patton was licking the frosting off his butter knife. “Mmm? BUt it’s GOOD!”

Virgil broke down laughing.

“V! It’s not funny! He’s not following the rules!” Roman said angry.

“Yeah!” Logan agreed looking up.

“He can...have some frosting.” Virgil said between laughs.

Janus took a bite out of his cookie. “It’s good!”

“See?” Patton said pointing.

Roman grumbled under his breath as he went back to coloring his red bat.

All in all a very successful cooking play date.

----

“So who won?” Roman asked.

Janus rolled his eyes, “Does it matter?”

“I think everyone won!” Patton said.

“I mean...the park was fun.” Virgil said.

“So was cooking.” Patton said.

“The camping thing was fun.” Roman admitted.

“I enjoyed painting.” Janus said quietly.

“Movie night was great!” Remus said.

“I enjoyed reading with Janus.” Logan said.

“Oh yeah! That was great!” Remus agreed.

“It was nice.” Virgil admitted.

“So Janus won?”

Janus looked up, “What?”

“Good job.” Roman said. “I’ll get you next round.”

“This isn’t...oh forget it.” Janus rolled his eyes, secretly very pleased with being voted the best.

#agere roman #agere remus #agere patton #agere logan #agere virgil #agere janus #cg roman #cg remus #cg patton #cg logan #cg virgil #cg janus

[flyingfoxwriter]

There was a moment of silence, raw expectation. The three could not register anymore how close they were to each other. Not with such a thing in their frozen sight.

What had been huge already had grown to sickening proportions, ones that should have not been naturally possible. Flesh had been ripped and bloody before, and yet it all twisted to a degree that made that memory tame in comparison. Blinding colors had emerged with a deep guttural howl, first a sickly green, then with a range of dispersing hues. Worst of all, was the stance of such being; what had been their friend was now a monster gaping down at them, sharp maws open in what could only be a devilish grin.

“What the fu-“

Arthur was the first to unfreeze. Vivi and Lewis flinched as he let out a scream much more panicked and loud than the ones before. It would have been funny, if they were not in dire danger.

Neither she nor the ghost had time to ponder the situation, the irony of them standing together. Before either could blink, Mystery did.

A ghostly grunt echoed, much more startled than the ones Lewis made when he watched Arthur fall by his hand. Arthur and Vivi were pushed sideways as a big green claw slammed around the ghost’s frame and yanked. Lewis had always been huge, even in death, and yet he seemed small in that grasp.

Violet plasma filled the air as Mystery heaved Lewis backwards and over his tails. The skeleton somehow fell noisily by a burnt truck with a thud, even if he could have not possibly made a sound, not while being a ghost. In fact, for a moment, perhaps he had flickered as his living self in the whiplash.

Did not matter, Vivi did not see that. Her sight was blocked; because in a second, Mystery lunged with a swift turn, pinning the ghost far away from the other two. Fast, direct and calculative, the beast knew to strike without giving them a chance.

This time, no one can rip my hold off. Not while I control the ripper now.

It could allow itself to mock them inwardly, whispering in Mystery’s mind; for its mockery was directed at the Kitsune, and less so at the insignificant youngsters at its mercy.

Lewis trembled and slammed his hand up onto the claw over him, his angry tired growls not as loud as the ones of Mystery. He set himself ablaze, his skull engulfed in pink fire; but it only seemed to make the monster laugh, unmoving.

His arms would have been crushed under the weight, his ghostly ribs shattered… if not for a thud echoing behind it. With that sound, it froze. Not because it felt hurt, but because it was surprised.

Slowly, ever so slowly, its huge neck and head turned back, its body staying hauntingly still while it did so. Its three eyes narrowed, fixing on the bat that had struck its hind legs. One single strike… Vivi still panted behind it, shaking as she fought the thought of who she had hit.

Her expression twisted a little when she met those eyes; her hold on the bat loosened a bit. She had doubted to lunge, her swing hesitant. And still, while looking now at that thing, she still thought she could see Mystery.

But it wasn’t him. All knew when it acted next.

A shadow dashed over her, fast as lightning. Her blue eyes widened as she glanced up, just in time to spot the tail swinging downwards towards her. Blue as her dress, much more brighter and longer.

Lewis’ sockets emptied for a moment, wide as his eyes would have been. His heart skipped a beat. However, she was not crushed; that instant was not only seen by him.

Vivi huffed as something slammed onto her faster than the tail. Her huff was not the only one to echo as she tumbled with something a few feet away. Arthur could not afford to be careful and not end up tangled up with her on the ground after his tackle; he somehow found himself rushing towards the monster, who had him frozen just mere seconds ago.

His eyes wobbled, as he tried and failed to stand with an arm that would not stop trashing about, now even more erratic. Vivi hissed as some sparks brushed her, busting out of the metal over her. When they both managed to untangle from each other, it was too late.

Arthur gulped, sat in the same position as when the ghost ripped that locket out of his hold, much more terrified however. He did not register her sitting up and raising her bat with a snarl, shielding him slightly. Time frozen around him, his eyes wandered all over the beast.

No, not beast. Mystery. Perhaps one and the same, as he could not tell the difference between the time his arm was ripped and this. His right hand latched instinctively around his shaky unorthodox limb, a phantom pain shooting up from it. Those teeth were leaning down, towering, much less fast this time. All the moments in which he doubted to lay a hand on his friend struck him back, right then.

It was only one thing that made him realize Mystery was not there. His heart twisted, as he dwelt on the sickly green on its eyes and claws. They did not hold the same black shade of its fur or skin.

Like…

He had not been able to recall anything past the instant in which he felt his arm shiver that night, not clearly. Not until now. Now, something hammered down all the pieces together in his head, forcefully and brutally. He breathed out shakily as he remembered a little more, something that made him realize why looking for Lewis had been pointless. He now knew why Vivi had seemed to block that memory. He remembered losing sight of him, in a blur, then pain, then blackness. Something did happen, he had known. But he had not imagined he had taken advantage of those spikes below…

Took you long enough to figure it out…

Arthur did not need to hear that unvoiced whisper. In just a moment, he finally pieced together why he had blacked out, why Lewis had disappeared, and why he could not find him. There was no accident, no mystery anymore.

I pushed him.

He did not move an inch when a claw moved over them, not even if Vivi still crouched at his side with him, much less out of it. Her teeth showed as much as Mystery’s did, returning the look of those annoyed but amused eyes.

The claw came down.

Lewis let out what would have been a yell, a ghostly wail instead. He deflated slightly under the talon that had him pinned, believing he had not freed himself in time. It was only when he saw the other claw shake that he realized it had not gone all the way down. It was struggling to slam, because something was pushing it up from below.

Her push against it would not hold for much longer however. Vivi panted and heaved, flinching as her legs fought to stand upright under the weight. Her hands did not let go of the creaking icy bat, not even when she casted a glance backwards, towards Arthur. Even if looking terrified, he was not backing off on the ground, still frozen.

“Arthur, get your ass up, dammit!”

That did it. It did not erase his daze completely, but it did the job.

Lewis growled, not really caring that the blond had finally run off like a coward with a gasp. As much as he had felt troubled about letting him hit those spikes, he still loathed his guts. He still could not understand why he cared about Arthur, why he still remembered enough of their past for him to be in his locket. It hurt, enough for it to have made him go down on his knees inside that truck. Seeing his enemy so scared and clueless, so capable of putting a surprised concerned façade… it made black tar pour out where tears should have gathered.

It made him feel anger, fury… And so, he used that feeling to focus on what he most loved; it was a love with no clouded doubts or indecision. It would not shift, or change, or end.

Vivi.

The devil gasped, as it felt a scorching feeling on its right claw, so contrasting to the icy coldness on its left. Before it could blink with any of its three eyes, a blast of violet shoot all over, blinding them.

Lewis had stood. He was not pinned anymore; his arms were raised high up against the green palm. And all the while, he screamed ghostly, almost hidden in between the flames that surrounded them.

Vivi gasped, relieved that the bat had stood the weight one second longer. Her eyes glinted as she watched the flames, amazement sinking in for the fact that they did not burn.

No, they wouldn’t. Not her. Mystery let out a trembling growl this time, a nervous grunt. At last, it was the one to take a step back, away from both of them.

However, that did not mean it cowered and fled. Vivi yelped when Mystery arched forward suddenly, closing his maws around the skull of the ghost. As quickly, it leaned back, leaving the spirit headless, with a gaping hole at the neck of his hollow suit.

The demon smiled, seeing the body jolt for a moment. A pause, flames still tangling. Its contentment began to falter, as slowly, ever so slowly, smoke pushed out faintly from in between its teeth.

“Mfh…pf.” It tried to swallow. It tried to keep it cool. But it could not hang on with a ghost pepper burning up in its maws. “B-r-raaaaaaawh!”

Like a missile launching off to space, fire shot wildly and rapidly from its throat. A skull bounced out with it, its expression pissed off and done.

As Mystery coughed, whined and wiped some multicolor tails on the scorched tongue, Lewis stepped near his skull and picked it up from the ground. After letting it float over his hollow neck once more, he patted his suit in apparent annoyance, and gave it the same look it had given Lance not too long ago.

It’s on, mutt.

The devil had the same regards for him. It laughed again; Vivi and Lewis subconsciously stepped closer to the other, facing the murderous being as it lost it. Its wild growled laugh echoed, this time much more uneven and maniacal, afraid deep inside but still defiant.

It let them stand together as it lunged with both claws, at the same time.

It did not manage to swipe any of the two. Vivi did not flinch when a gloved hand grasped hers and moved her, pulled her. She twirled instinctively as he swung her sideways, gently but strongly, calculatedly. Somehow, it reminded her of a dance move, one that she somehow felt familiar.

She did not focus on that feeling. As the ghost arched her away from the slamming claws, she build up a yell and outstretched her bat in their motion, taking advantage of the gravity pull. The bat slammed right on Mystery’s ribs, a burst of ice shooting all over the fur and towards the tails.

Lewis smiled as much as he could with only a skull. She regained her balance and then found herself in his firm hold, from which she could free herself easily. They stared at each other for a moment, both seeming to get lost in it… her eyes with wonder, his with affection.

The ghost sighed when that had to end, when a loud crack echoed a few feet away. Mystery’s left side had been completely encased with ice. But as he recovered from the hit, it forced a jolt and broke it off its frame. As the ice hit the ground, it melted due to the heat of Lewis’ flames, which still kept hot at a distance. Water drips fell from its fur and mixed in red, Shiromori’s stab wound open once again.

It was tiring. They could see. Those three eyes were blinking erratically, like if they were fighting to look at different things at once, with multiple minds.

Lewis felt he could win… until it let out the loudest of howls.

Much like when it had first awoken, its body pulsed. Green mist emanated and blasted from its fur, bringing in a brutal rush of air against them.

Vivi screamed and tumbled back; she would have hit her head if Lewis had not slammed his feet and muffled the hit in his arms. The bat fell forgotten a few feet away, as they found themselves pushed towards the scorched remains of a truck.

The yell continued, as the tails untangled and whipped up like snakes. Instead of covering his nonexistent ears with his hands, like he did with the first howl, he shielded hers from the deafening noise. He could do nothing as the sound of nearing steps echoed to them, the screech never stopping or lessening.

Mystery advanced, shielded with such howl… unbothered by the figure that trembled behind near a shattered van.

Arthur hissed, one of his hands on one of his ears. He was not able to raise his other one, because now it was trashing about again, even more wildly. He trembled as the sparks shot all over. His eyes widened as the arm seemed to try to yank him forward, like it had done for the first howl.

He froze, as by looking at the motions of the arm, he spied past the wreckage of the van. The devil was mere steps away now, from them. Inching closer… and with each clawed footstep, his arm mimicked the motion, pulling, outstretching, trashing wildly on their direction.

Arthur knew those maws would stop yelling soon, in order to slam around their bodies, once near enough. The mess would be much harder to fix than a ripped arm, he knew.

And so, he panicked. He began to look all around him, trying to spot anything that he could use to help. He could not care any less about the noise and ringing in his ears, it was lesser than theirs.

Shotgun. Where? Can’t see it. How then? A rock? None, and too weak. Myself? Maybe, if-

An echoing splash stopped his thoughts. Slowly, in a frozen instant, he laid eyes on the puddle of water where Mystery was standing. Its fur was soaked, still cold from the melted ice. Its claws were right on it… surrounded by a conductive trap.

His hand moved all on its own. Not his metallic one.

Mystery screamed now right at the ghost’s face, over his skull and her head. With a shake and gurgle, it got ready to stop howling… but it did not close its maw in a lunge, but in a flinch and jolt.

Sparks shooting through, Mystery’s fur pulsed even more than it could have done due to any possession. An electric current had flowed from a puddle behind his hind legs, quickly running through the stream and up into him. The kitsune let out sounds that would have sounded familiar if not tainted by that unnatural echo.

Lewis and Vivi blinked as Mystery convulsed, scream dying out; he was out of it, those three eyes open wide and unfocused. In a few seconds, the blinding electricity stopped coursing, dying out in smoke.

But it was enough.

A loud thud, a huge gasped growl. Mystery crumbled at their feet, sending a rumble through the ground with his weight. The kitsune did not move again to maul them; fur still pulsing… but less black and green. Both of them stood frozen as he convulsed, mutation seemingly twisting and fading.

As it did, his size was once more less towering and overwhelming. And with that, both could see past his animalistic body. He was not the only one thrown down on the ground, immobile.

“Arthur!”

Lewis frowned as she bolted, spotting the blond sprawled some feet away behind Mystery. She crouched quickly by him, hissing as she brushed a spark that shot out of his still electrified arm. She began to move him away from the puddle, fearing the worst. And as she did so, the ghost watched in animosity, not daring a step towards them both.

He let a few flames rise up on his shoulders, as he glared at the blond with conflicted emotions. Arthur was alive, fainted, perhaps hurt badly, but alive. Still breathing, still able to feel touch or warmth.

Vivi was trying to get him far from any water, deadly afraid they both could get shocked. Her eyes quickly glared at his prosthetic, seeing it twitch and malfunction continuously. She did not know how it could still jolt, not with the smoke coming out of it or its busted outline. The cables that were peeking were barely holding on to the inner battery.

When she reached to take it off… Lewis finally seemed to realize something; something quite obvious, clear as water to anyone with a functioning brain. His ghostly eyes fixed on the metallic arm as Vivi threw it away angrily, letting it tumble on the ground. Slowly, ever so slowly… he pondered on the fact that Arthur was, in fact, crippled. As well, it was important to note which limb he was missing.

Lewis tensed. A cold shiver flowed in his shattered locket. He swore he could feel that left hand on his back again… as he heard a rustle near his feet, fleshy and bloody.

When he glanced down to Mystery with a shudder, it was far too late to see what had crawled out of his bleeding wound.

His fur was no longer black, his claws no longer a sickly green. There were no blinding hues on his tails. His eyes were closed, the two of them. His chest was raising and falling with troubled breaths, severely affected by the bloody hole in it. It was deep, brought by two huge shears… a perfect opening and opportunity.

Something had torn itself out of it. He could only stare at the small trail of blood on the ground, which something had seemed to leave behind as it crawled into the dark.

His eyes moved wildly, glancing into the darkness around them. His locket gained a new crack on it, as the thoughts began to mix into his feelings.

He saw nothing, found no trace of what he feared to see. He wished it was only his imagination, a simple delusion. But as he looked down to Mystery and then towards them… the dark tears could not be stopped, he could not help but shudder.

While avoiding listening to her worried calls and averting his gaze from his fainted figure… he grasped his heart. He opened it slowly, dreadfully. He feared looking into himself, into his own emotion and memory.

The photo had changed again. He stared at it, now much more painfully. They were still there, but not the same. He noted the glints in her lost gaze, the worry in Mystery’s shameful stance, and the pain in his own eyes, his chest showing the deep stab that did him in.

However, all that, he had already known. He could not stop looking at Arthur, his left eye a sickly color; his expression, one of horror.

It was no murder.

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[htownsmash]

Shiggy Horror AU

Part One: Gragoja Island

Part Two

AN: Hey everybody, thank you for taking the time to check out my second collab fic! This will be seperated in a few parts- this is Part One. If you have Interactive Fic extension, replace MC with your name! 💕

NSFW. Warning: Character Death.

To say that you were a horror fanatic was an overstatement. Sure, you usually liked to indulge in spooky stories, horror movies and even weird conspiracy theories every now and then... but you weren’t obsessed. You just enjoyed them.

So when you dragged Kaminari, Tokoyami, Kirishima, Sero and Shinso along with you to help you win the winning ticket to Gragoja Island, they weren’t surprised at all. After an entire afternoon of binging on the required snacks needed, everyone gave you the tickets they had found and cheered when you won! You were beyond excited! And why wouldn’t you be? You just won a round trip to the spookiest island in the country!

In the end, only Tokoyami and Shinso could go and keep you company. The trip there was chaotic thanks to you, but you only laughed and told them to count themselves lucky they had made it there in one piece. “Come on, guys, this is a one in a lifetime opportunity!” You claimed as you took video of the shoreline. You couldn’t help but be fascinated by the state of the abandoned ruins left behind… Why did people leave? How could such a huge place become abandoned?

“Something tragic must have taken place here; the souls of the unsettled gathered together frozen in time like the buildings that surround that place.” Tokoyami pondered out loud as he leaned against the rails of the ship. “How unfortunate that they have to deal with the living invading their private space for entertainment.”

“I think it’s cool,” Shinso broke the silence with a shrug of his shoulders as he closed his eyes and focused on the feeling of the ship rock in the waters. “In a historical kind of way. Maybe it was just population decline or maybe the island couldn’t support them anymore.”

You grinned at Shinso, elbowing him, “of course you’d see it that way.”

“It’s realistic.”

“How long until we get there?” Tokoyami asked, doing his best to mask his excitement.

“Two more hours and then we have to join the first tour.” You answered as you opened your phone. At the top corner you noticed that your phone signal began to weaken the closer you got to the island.

“Is the hotel haunted, too?” Shinso joked, earning a dirty look from both you and Tokoyami.

“- so what we see here is the Shopping District closed down in 1928.” The guide clambered on as your eyes focused on the area they had mentioned. “When the district reopened in 2003 it brought about an economic boom for the island. It became a popular tourist attraction over the next three years until the earthquake of 2007 struck. The city's infrastructure became unstable and again it was closed down the following year.”

You felt a cold draft brush past your neck as your group passed by the end of the district and you did a double take behind you but there was nothing there. Instead you found a doorway slightly ajar and as you grew closer you noticed that it led to a stone staircase. It looked as if it led under the store and down towards a lower section of the district. Before you decided to follow it, Tokoyami tapped your shoulder to catch your attention. “Where do you think you’re going?” He asked you, knowing very well what you had been planning to do and you gave him a sheepish grin. “We should get back before we lose the group.”

“Do you think we could come back later and take a look around?” You asked as you followed him back. “I mean, they have to let us have some free time while we’re here.”

“Perhaps they allow the guests to roam around, but don’t you dare think about coming back here. You heard what the guide said.” Tokoyami crossed his arms. “You have no idea what could be down there anyway. It’s not safe.”

You patted his shoulder, hanging off him, “but that’s why we’re here, isn’t it? Come on, Fumi, aren’t you curious, too?” You asked him with a slight shake of his shoulders.

He hated to admit that he was, otherwise he never would have joined you on the trip, but there was no way he would allow himself to leave his room after dark. Despite his years of training at U.A. High School, there were moments where Dark Shadow was unpredictable. He shook his head. “You’re not going to convince me so easily.”

The next morning during breakfast you had gathered up with a few strangers at a nearby table. You laughed along with them as you prodded more information about the island and any history that the guide had forgotten or left off. So far your schmoozing had been for nothing and when you saw Shinso enter the dining hall you excused yourself.

“Who were you talking to?” He asked with a yawn as he joined you at their own table, eyeing the menu left on his side.

“I was just being friendly.” You answered absently as you adjusted the settings on your phone, doing your best to test the connection. Two and a half bars. It wasn’t much but it was better than nothing. “Hey, let’s take a selfie.” You suggested, coming up with a thousand excuses or ideas to get him to join your little expedition. If Tokoyami refused to go, you knew Shinso would be your man.

The first night had been uneventful. The most satisfying moment would have been finding out what was at the bottom of the stairs, like an escape room, a mass of tunnels or even a skeleton! Nothing, it had just been a part of a flooded basement. The disappointment alone sent you and Shinso back.

Your luck was going to change! Tonight was going to be different! You could feel it. You turned to Shinso as he crouched behind you, taking a moment to look behind him before you went on ahead.

The window to a nearby shop had been already smashed and carefully you two made your way inside. You took Shinso’s hand as you made sure he wouldn’t hurt himself on the jagged glass. ”It’s pretty dusty in here.” He commented, pinching his nose at the strange smell that surrounded the room. “Do you smell that?”

“Smell what?” You asked curiously, taking a moment to sniff the air around you. “It’s probably mold or something.”

“No…” Shinso tried to place it. “It smells like something decaying.”

You took another sniff but didn’t smell anything. You pulled out your phone and turned on the flashlight. “Could be an animal or maybe dead rats? There were a couple of restaurants here.”

“What are you even looking for?” He asked as he followed behind. He felt uneasy as they made their way through the various shops.

“We can’t go home without a souvenir,” you replied with a cheeky grin. “Besides, I want to bring something back to show Kaminari.”

Shinso sighed, “just bring him that winebottle and tell him it’s haunted.” He pointed to the destroyed shelf behind the bar.

“Don’t be a partypooper.” You teased as you made your way across the creaky wooden floorboards. Suddenly, you heard a snap and cried out as the floor gave out from under you. You landed on your side, effectively breaking your phone in the process and you cursed and whined as pain shot through your arm.

“MC!” Shinso carefully peered down the hole. “Are you alright? I’m coming down there!” He said as he readied himself to jump down the hole.

You looked up at him and noticed a shadow right next to him also peering down at you. You lied there frozen as it’s red eyes glinted in the darkness and when you blinked, it was gone.

Shinso grunted as he landed on his feet, “shit… I’m gonna feel that in the morning.” He mumbled to himself as he bent down beside you. “Let me see.”

“Did you see that?” You asked him.

“What?”

“It was right next to you!” You gripped the front of his shirt. “We have to get out of here.”

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[zuffer-weird-girl]

Requested by: @hello-lucky-luka

The corpse groom

Every minimal details had to work, said your parents.

You were being forced to get engaged with Shigaraki Tomura, a noble from a family whose had their status, but no money. In contrary to your family who had money due to their bussines involving fish, but no such tittles.

You had only a conversation with the man, but both your mothers exclaimed how it was scandulous to be alone on a room alone before the marriage.... The wedding rehearsal was a disaster where you just wanted the ground to eat you alive... especially with that random woman laughing.

Despite Shigaraki calling you back, you ran away due to all extress of not being prepared to be married with a man you barely knew... You wish you had never entered that florest though.

A man. A DEAD man emerged from the ground and you colapse... wakening up only by some snickers, noticing that now you were in a world where dead creatures lived.

A man with an eye missing out with blong hair was shaking you and screaned along with yourself when you finally woke up.

"Where am I?! Where is this?! Who are all of you and why do you look so-so-?!"

"Fucked up? Absolute filled with trash? News flashes newbiew! We're fucking dead!" A man spoke, he was huge and with a hole on his chest that you even saw through it.

"Ooh new meat!!!!" Another man with the jaw broken aproached and you yelped, falling on the floor but with arms... DEAD ARMS on you as if they tried to prevent your fall.

"Pardon." The man with glasses spoke before casually kneeling to pick his arms and placed them back to help you stand up.

"T-this i-is-"

"Oi! YOu ShOUlD Be GrAtefUll To BE DraGGed DoWn HeRE!" A creature with their eye hanging of their head spoke and you almost vomited.

"Yes. Parcially because they are master's spouse." One blond man with a fucking katana on his stomach spoke calmly as you gagged in horror.

"W-what w-was that part again?"

"It seems we're engaged." A gruff voice spoke from behind you, scaridly you sneak over your shoulder and gasped at the sign of the main responsible for you to be in this circle of horror.

The man had messy brow hair with golden eyes, his skin was a mix of faint blue due to how long his corpse have been dead as half of one arma of his was pure bones while the other was... "fine". He wore a black messy and torn black tuxedo with half of his tie missing as he crossed his arms over his chest.

You screamed in horror when someone patted him on the back and his fucking eye dropped on your hand.

"Geez is just an eye." The man who patted the other spoke as he gravbed the eye nornally back and handed to the owner, his body was full of holes as if he had been fuzilied.

"Imbecile." The owner of the amber eye punched the back of the white hair man head... making it to fall to thhe floor.

You screamed again.

~

You came to learn that this man was actually murdered. He had fell for a woman's trick to get her hands on the money of his family. Ever since then, the dead people around there told that this man, Chisaki Kai; whose by disgust at himself decided to change his name by Overhaul; vowed to himself that he would wait for someone else, and perfect, to marry him.

And looks like you were the poor soul.

"I-I'm really sorry what happened to you. But I really cant do this! I have another man to-to-"

"YoU'Re An IdiOt?!" The creature screamed and you flinched at how his eyeball swinged... giving you shivers and even the urge to puke.

"We learned that you were on a arrangement married." The white, and dirty, haired man spoke and Chisaki's eyes narrowed.

"So there is another one huh?"

"There's no other one! A-Actually- You're the other one! My groom is waiting up there and you are just... just-!"

"Dead." He hissed and you swear you saw a tinge of sadness on those dead cold amber eyes of his "It doesn't matter. We are engaged and that's final."

He stormed his way out of the room, making every person of there to look at you as YOU made something wrong.

The fuzzilied man and the creature followed after him as you continue to think of something, anything to get you out of that place.

~

"Maybe they lost their head or something." Mimic spoke as Chisaki paced around the room with a frown.

"Shigaraki Tomura. Boss trust me, there's nothing special about this guy! Just give some time to them, and bing! The curse will be broken and you got someo-"

"Stop." He said nonchantly, shoulders sagging in defeat as he ran his reamaining hand on his hair "They have a point. I am prisioned with this.. dead. While they are still with lungs functionanting... maybe it was indeed a mistake." He sighed.

The two man changed worried glances. Before Mimic smirked and elbowed his commurate, aproaching Chisaki slowly.

"What does that wispy little brat have

That you don't have double?"

"He can't hold a candle

To the beauty of your soul." the white haired man placed a hand on his shoulder.

"How about a pulse?" Chisaki hissed, slapping Kurono's hand away from his shoulder.

"Overrated by a mile." Mimic answered smugly.

"Overvalued, overblown

If they only knew

The you that we do" the two continue

"And that despicable little creature

Isn't wearing their ring" kurono pointed to the ring of his finger.

"And he doesn't play piano

Or dance, or sing

No he doesn't compare" the both said in hopes to cheer up his boss and friend.

"But he still breaths air." He noted sharply before the two got in feont of him as he tried to exit.

"Who cares?

Unimportant, overrated

Overblown, if only they could see

How special you can be

If they only knew the you that we do"

He glared a both of them before hsi vision got into the only candle lighten up on the room, frowning at it...

"If I touch a burning candle

I can feel no pain

If you cut me with a knife

It's still the same...

And I know his heart is beating

And I know that I am dead

Yet the pain here that I feel

Try and tell me it's not real

And it seems I still have a tear to shed" he layed his back miserably on the wall and placed his good hand to cover how much his pain was feeling.

"The sole redeeming feature

From that little creature

Is that he's alive," mimic exclaimed while getting from behind, transforming into his human form, still with the eye hanging from his skull as one of his legs were missing.

"everybody knows

That's just a temporary state

Which is cured very quickly

When we meet our fate" Kurono aproached from the other side while taking off his head to make his point.

"Who cares?

Unimportant, overrated

Overblown, if only they could see

How special you can be

If they only knew the you that we do"

Impatience and rage took over him as he punched from behind the two man. The two hissing in pain before seing how numb was he... how miserable he sounded for the first time since they knew him.

"...If I touch a burning candle

I can feel no pain

In the ice or in the sun

It's all the same

Yet I feel my heart is aching

Thou it doesn't beat, it's breaking

And the pain here that I feel

Try and tell me it's not real

I know that I am dead..." he layed on the bed, looking at the ceiling with no hope before closing his eyes.

"Yet it seems I still have

One tear to shed" they widened their eyes at the single drop of water coming out of his closed eye.

"Do deads can cry now?!" Mimic whispered shouted before cursing out loud when Kurono merely sighed and punched him with more force than Chisaki had before.

~

You were absolutely horrified. Not even two days in here and one subordinate of your family had died from a heart attack and appeared on the same place you were stuck in... and it seemes like he brought the news which brought you to the reality.

When you went missing, your and Tomura's family had canceled the wedding due to you not being there, assuming you had ran away from your responsibilities and another woman came in rushing as a thunder to take the responsibility.

This made you realize how... you didn't were cared for by your supposed future broom. It was all a arrangment marrige after all.

The sound of a sad yet beautiful music took your thoughts away as you followed the beautiful melody... finding a door half closed, you decided to pick inside only to widened your eyes in shock as you see the man you were supposed engaged to playing the piano.

People could call you crazy, but in this scenario he looked... quite beautiful. His eyes were sorrow but still focused on the piano in fron of him, slender and bones fingers dancing on each piece of it as his shoulders tensed when he heard the door making it a sound... but still not looking up.

"You play wonderfully." You mused out loud as he scoffed, wincing a bit you remember that he some how must still be offended by what you said earlier.

You slowly and shyly took a seat next to him, visibly noticing him not enjoying the least your company as he still played.

"Im sorry I hurt your feelings-"

"I thought deads didn't had those." He grimaced and you instantly shut uo before slowly playing one note, smilling shyly when he stopped a bit to inspect your actions.

"My parents thought I didn't had to do piano classes, so I sadly didn't had one chance to play such beautiful songs as yours..." you tried to mimic his actions before you and him hissed at the horrific sound it came out.

"God have mercy, your parents were right on not trying to put you onto such a thing." He growled and you felt offended. Going to talk back you closed your mouth when he aproached you, placing his still carnal hand and skeleton one underneath yours, encouting you silently to touch it.

He started to play one song more animated, you gasping in awe at the beauty of it and how he was actually showing you how it was. The sign of it made him smirk as you giggle... although he widened gis eyes whem his hand decided to pop out of his wrist and dance on the fucking piano.

You giggled and hesitantly picked it back, offering him with a smile.

"Pardon." He coughed as he put it back with a scoff as you smiled at him.

The door suddenly slammed open, the blond man who scared you at the first day panting as Chisaki glared at him from his seat with you.

"What is the meaning of this?" He growled, getting up as the poor guy pointed at some place in the hall.

"I-Is urgent boss! Is something about your-" Kurono popped out of no where, shutting his mouth up.

Chisaki gave you an apologetic look before adjusting his tie and going after then.

After a few minutes of no company you sighed and decided to walk around until you heard whispers shouts on what was suppose to be the kitchen.

"I'm sorry master, but the marriage will only be "real" when both of the involved are from the same world." Tengai spoke as you heard Chisaki punching something.

"What is needed then?!" He shouted and you curled in yourself by instinct.

"That's the best part!" Mimic said in glee before darkening his voice "We're going to kill them!"

You muffled your gasp as you pecked inside the room, seing all the man in there looking at Chisaki. Who for the first time had a conflicted expression.

Suddenly he let out a heavy sigh. Making you curious and rather anxious on what he would say.

"No. I was a criminal while alive, but certainly I am not a beast." He murmured as the others on the room frowned.

You laid your back in the wall sighing... biting your lip as all the thoughts in your head ran and ran until you decided to enter the room slowly. Shocking everyone.

"What are you doing in here?" Chisaki growled, eyeing you between his eyes, before taking his hand out of his face to watch you more properly when you took a seat next to him.

"I will do it." You spoke witha smile, giggling a bkt when one of the man's jaw literally fell.

"You heard it." He mused out loud as you pondered over your final decision.

"You weren't selfish enoigh to murder me. And only what you done with my stay in here was trying to be gentle with me until i ruined everything with my hurtful words. But still I have one wish to make.... I want the wedding not to be soon, neither down here... on the surface more likely, so you all and myself can watch the beautiful nightsky."

"... fair enough. Then why are you trying to brush the wedding aside then?" He asked with his noss arched up, you hesitated before grabbing his hand that weren't left any skin or muscles on it, surprinsing him for once.

"Because I want to know my groom before I marry him. And I want you to know about me as well." You smiled and you swore the deadman was smilling as well.

"Very well.... finance."

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[outlawandlychgate]

Chapter 2-King of the Dead; Scene 3

Outlaw & Lychgate, pages 26-39

A black tuxedo, and contrasting white skin.

Arth spoke first to the man waiting in the roof garden.

“Long time no see, wicked spirit.”

“My…You figured me out quick. Even though this is the first time you’ve met me with this appearance…”

“I could sense it. Now that I no longer have a body of flesh and blood, I’ve become able to discern between people using more than just appearances alone.”

“Thank goodness for that. I’d been thinking about changing into my black Rollam bird form if you didn’t recognize me.”

Arth didn’t care either way.

Human or bird, no matter what form he took it didn’t change this man’s true nature.

“Would you prefer I take my leave?” Bruno asked Arth.

“Yes, please do. I want to speak with him alone—And thank you, Bruno. This was a pretty frivolous errand I asked of you.”

“I don’t mind. …I got to hear an interesting story.”

“Oh, would that be—” He could generally guess the contents. “—About my having been a ‘mud doll’?”

“Yes.”

“I see…”

“Well, in the end it’s more a fairytale to me, I suppose. Never mind who you two are.”

“I suppose so…What do you plan to do now?”

“I think I might wander the world a little with my friends. There are a few acquaintances of mine that didn’t come here, after all. After that…I’ll probably go through the gate.”

“Really? You—intend to go to the ‘new world’.”

“There’s no point in continuing to wander this world forever, I would think.”

“…True.” Arth clapped Bruno on the shoulder. “Well then, take care of yourself.”

“You too, King Arth—Though the two of us have already died, ha ha.”

Bruno moved to go down the stairs, lightly chuckling.

“…Ah, wait just a second.”

Arth abruptly called Bruno back.

“What is it?”

“Could you send Keel Freezis up here? He should be in the Hall of Mirrors.”

“That merchant with the spectacles, right? Very well.”

Bruno nodded, and then left.

“…Now then.” Arth turned back to Lich. “Back…to you, Lich. Frankly I never thought the day would come that I’d see you again.”

“Last we met was around the time your wife gave birth to twins, as I recall.”

“You’d seemed quite shaken back then, unusually so.”

“You could say that. A doll that I had thought would simply wither away had just had a child with a human being, you know. I was shocked, and…delighted.”

“But you disappeared after that—you never showed up again. At the time I hadn’t understood why, but…”

Arth looked down over the garden in front of the palace from the roof.

Just as inside it was brimming with people’s souls.

“…I had a chat with Lady Banica Conchita a little while ago.”

When Arth uttered that name, Lich’s countenance seemed to shift slightly.

“About…what?”

“Well, various things. She’s a woman I had originally only known as a figure from books…My impression of her has changed a bit.”

There was a brief silence.

Grasping that Arth didn’t seem like he would speak about Banica any further, Lich cut in to change the topic, “--What’s the current situation?”

“A lot of people are in disarray. We’ll need to calm them down before we take them to the gate. However…there’s several complications.”

“Oh. Such as?”

“First, the Tasan soldiers. Even now that they’ve lost their black box and the person giving them orders, there are still some of them who are trying to keep fighting. There’s no way to settle a battle between souls. So…we’ll have to get them to lower their weapons somehow.”

“These people lived in a different time period from you. It won’t be easy to talk them down.”

“I’m leaving that part to Gallerian Marlon and his daughter. Apparently he has some ideas.”

“—I see. What else?”

Arth passed his gaze to the south, and then once more met eyes with Lich.

“One other peculiar occurrence has happened. And it’s…the reason why I called you here.”

“How intriguing. Both whatever this occurrence must be, and also the fact that you’re seeking to borrow my abilities in itself.”

“There’s no one else qualified for it. No one can face off against—those ‘dead soldiers’.”

Yes, the “dead soldiers”.

There was no longer anything living in this world.

Not just humans. All of the animals and plants, too.

And despite that—there were still beings who wandered the world with physical bodies.

“Southeast from here…where the fortress called Retasan used to be. A--gathering of dead soldiers was sighted there.”

“…”

Lich said not a word, but it was clear from his expression that he was growing interested in this story.

Arth continued speaking.

“I checked with Lady Banica, but apparently neither she nor her servants have any knowledge of them…I’ll ask you here now just to be sure—”

“Naturally, they have nothing to do with me either.”

“—Right. Then that leads us to the question of who it was that brought these dead soldiers about.”

“A similar event was witnessed during the end times…right before the world was destroyed. Dead soldiers with nothing to do with us, independent of ‘Gluttony’’s power, appeared—and they refused to follow our orders.”

“Lady Banica told me about that.”

“We named those dead soldiers ‘Outlaws’…Eater and I were the ones who dealt with them.”

“But you weren’t able to settle the matter.”

“These dead soldiers are such that they will endlessly surge forth as long as there’s dead bodies around. Nothing is quite so dangerous as when you make an enemy of them. …But I think it ultimately got left up in the air at the end, thanks to the world being destroyed.”

Still, the fact was that these Outlaws were continuing to appear even after the world’s end.

“…However.” Lich made a show of thinking for a moment, and then asked, “It’s not a big deal, surely? I can’t imagine these Outlaws can interfere with souls that have no physical body.”

“The reverse is also true. We…are unable to interfere with these Outlaws ourselves.”

“Considering neither of you are able to so much as touch the other, you ought to just leave it be.”

“I thought that too. But—” Arth’s brows drew in. “From what I heard from Lady Banica—there are souls dwelling in the dead soldiers as well, aren’t there?”

“…Yes, that’s right. The owners of the bodies in life should still be in there—”

“Then I want to do something to free those souls. There may be those among them that wish to go to the ‘new world’ but are unable to because they are bound by their dead soldier bodies.”

Lich brought both hands up before his chest and then clapped at Arth.

“How stupendous. What a magnificent idea. But…that has nothing to do with me.”

“You’d think so. Lady Banica said much the same, and refused to deal with this matter.”

“So then—”

“But your situation is a little different, isn’t it?”

“My…How do you figure that?”

Arth’s tone grew firmer as he said, “You once investigated into the dead soldiers as a method for creating a new breed of humanity. That was why you became Lady Banica’s servant. For you—I would think these Outlaws are an interesting subject, are they not? There’s even a chance that if you study them you could create a new humanity in this world—”

“—I seem to recall someone else telling me something similar just recently…But I no longer have any more interest in such things, Arth.”

“--! But, still—”

“Alright alright, calm down.”

Lich patted Arth’s arms in a placating fashion.

And then after a moment he replied, “—Well, alright. I do have some business that I’ve left unfinished."

“I see, so you’ll do it!”

Arth grinned.

“I will…And I’ll bring Eater with me. He has the dead soldier body I made for him. If he destroys these Outlaw bodies then that might release their souls that way.”

“Eater…You mean that giant skeleton?”

“Yes. He played a big role in the battle earlier, didn’t he? Where is he now?”

Arth looked a bit troubled at seeing Lich’s proud expression.

“…He’s not here right now.”

“…Huh?”

“He went off somewhere with Lady Banica and her twin servants. They said they had some business elsewhere.”

“W…wait just a second. You mean—”

“Hm, it sounds like…they left you behind.”

“…”

“In Lady Banica’s defense…She did look for you? But she couldn’t find you, so—”

“…I see. That was my oversight, wasting time in the forest ruins like I was.”

Seeing Lich’s very obviously depressed air, Arth suddenly started to laugh without thinking. “Haha. To think, even you can make a face like that. …Though I guess I couldn’t see your expressions when you were a bird.”

“Where did they say they were going?”

“I don’t know, but…Keel Freezis might have asked them about it.”

“The Elphegortean merchant.”

Arth looked a little surprised at Lich’s quick response.

“Do you know him?”

“We’ve never met face to face. But Micha—a fellow spirit once spent some time in his care.”

It was a peculiar connection they had.

But it wasn’t a big issue by this point.

“I asked Bruno to call him up here, so he should be coming soon—Oop, speak of the devil.”

A man of delicate features wearing spectacles had come up the stairs to the roof garden.

“You called me, King Arth?”

“You seemed like you were talking about something with Lady Banica earlier.”

“I was. But she’s already headed off.”

“Did you ask her where she was going? I’d like you to tell this man here, if you know.”

“I wouldn’t…mind, but…” Keel gave Lich a fixed stare, and then said, “I have a condition.”

“Oh my. Bartering with a king, are you?”

“Sometimes information is more valuable than gold. I would be a disgrace as a merchant if I just handed it away for free. –Even if it’s to the king of a country.”

He would most certainly have taken the same attitude with Arth even if they had met when they were both alive.

He thought to himself that he seemed quite the shrewd man—though Arth certainly didn’t mind such people.

He much preferred it to toady sorts who never let their intentions show on the surface.

“Very well. What do you want?”

“You plan to send this man to Retasan, correct? To resolve the matter with the dead soldiers you spoke of.”

“…Good guess. That’s right.”

“In that case, I’d like you to let me accompany him.”

Arth looked surprised, and—

Lich made a bluntly displeased expression.

“Are you interested in the dead soldiers?” Arth asked.

“I am. And—in this man too.” Keel pointed to Lich with a thin smile. “I shall endeavor to not get in the way. We can’t come into physical contact with the dead soldiers anyhow, yes?”

“That…is true.”

Arth looked to Lich with a slightly troubled expression.

“What do you think, Lich?”

“…I don’t really mind,” Lich replied as he glowered at Keel.

And then he asked him:

“So where did Lady Banica and the others go?”

Keel let out a huff, and then quietly responded, “—They said they were going to the ‘graveyard’.”

“…The graveyard, huh. That’s it for me, then.” Lich sighed. “I don’t know how to get there.”

“They said they would return here when their business was taken care of. Should we wait until then?”

“No…Let’s go see how things are at Retasan first. If it looks too difficult to manage on our own, we’ll bring Eater along then.”

“Wise decision. We’ve no guarantee they’ll come back right away. …Actually, it’s up in the air whether or not they come back safely at all—”

Keel laughed boldly.

“What are you trying to say?”

“Oh no, nothing—Well then, let’s make haste. I have a carriage and a coachman waiting outside.”

“…You’re well prepared.”

“Retasan is a long ways away. Souls might not get tired from walking but I’d rather the trip were pleasant, wouldn’t you agree?”

“If it were just me I could simply fly there…Well, alright. Wait for me outside.”

“Alright. Be seeing you.”

Keel went down the stairs, his smile never wavering.

Arth gazed at him doubtfully as he left.

“That merchant…What is he planning?”

But for his part Lich had already regained his snide smile. “I’ve got a pretty good idea. It’s nothing to worry about overmuch.”

“I suppose I’ll leave it be if you say so, but—”

“King Arth. Just one thing before we head out.” Lich stuck up his index finger, and asked, “Once this is all resolved, and you’ve set people off towards the gate…What do you plan to do then?”

“Hmph…” Arth crossed his arms and quietly closed his eyes.

“I still haven’t entirely decided on that—I’m considering remaining here.”

“My…Why is that?”

“I imagine that not everyone wishes to go to the new world. In that case…There will most certainly need to be someone to bring together all the people who stay behind.”

“So you intend to become king of the dead, hm…But that’s bound to lead to some barren and empty days, isn’t it?”

“I still haven’t given up on this world being reborn. If we can revive nature, and get ahold of new physical bodies—It is for that reason I would be grateful if you stayed and offered us your assistance.”

“…I don’t know, I’ll think about it.”

He couldn’t hold Lich back with force—that was something that Arth knew.

He was free to decide whatever he wanted.

Even if he was a wicked spirit—no, because of that.

He could not bind this man.

.

After wordlessly seeing off Lich from the rooftop, Arth looked up at the sky.

There he saw the sun and—regardless of the fact that it was midday—the moon, shining.

“The new world…and everyone in it…I’ll trust you with that Allen, Riliane,” he whispered quietly.  

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[freshneverfrozen]

Tincture - Chapter 2

AC Vahalla Reader Fic

Pairing: Reader x Ivarr or Hytham or Basim (look, I’m a greedy woman. I still don’t know)

Also, an apology, as my Italics and other formatting aren’t transferring here on tumblr. Find the fic on AO3 here: Tincture

Part One

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Chapter Two - The Short Road

Fremedeleigh is gone.

At least, most of it. You stop at the edge of the forest and look out across the moors and fields. Hytham stops beside you. Three days you’ve been together, and in those days, you’ve eased his pain as best you can. He had revealed his gratitude with shy, rare smiles and sparse conversation. 

Now, when you look at him, you think you know enough about him to recognize regret when it casts over his features. Fremedeleigh is just the corpse of what had been, and Hytham seems to feel it. 

“The Ragnarssons did this. My friend is not so...wanton.” It is his way of saying he is sorry; he did not do this, and you wonder why it matters to him that you could think he’d condone this. 

You swallow hard, unable to meet his eyes when he looks at you. Another home gone. Another life. But you have a chance for a new one. 

You crook a finger toward a charred rooftop beyond. “There,” you say, “That is mine.”

“How did you escape?” He has wanted to ask you the question before -- you’ve read it in his eyes -- but he has been too kind to do so until now.

“I ran.”

“Running and out-running are different things,” muses Hytham, “You must have been lucky.”

Now, you do look at him. But his eyes are too soft, too sorry to be patronizing. You swallow your pride and the bite that wants to spring from it. 

“Luck is not what I would call it,” you tell him. Cursed, more like, with just enough sense of foresight to survive all these years. It has never been a great enough gift to be useful, only one to plague you late at night. 

When you fall silent, your eyes turning again to what had been your home, Hytham edges his horse nearer. The heavy press of its chest against your leg warms you, reminding you that you are not alone. He says, “I will escort you.”

A kind offer. He is kind, though you don’t think he would appreciate being called such now. He watches you with worried eyes, his hands flexing over the reins. 

Appreciation warms your chest, but you force it away, steeling yourself, and you shake your head. “You should look for your friend and Basim. I see no roving Danes.”

He gives you a wry smile. “I was imagining more a loose timber falling on your head. But you are right. I should find Basim.” He thinks for a moment. “Return to this spot when you are done. We -- or, I -- will await you here.”

“I will.” The prospect quickens your heart. A new life so soon. “Good luck, Hytham.”

“And to you. Do not get eaten by Danes, healer.”

With that, he turns his horse and rides south to where he hopes the Danes have camped. You tie off the mare at the base of a nearby tree -- it wouldn’t do to be spotted with a Dane’s horse. 

It wouldn’t do to be spotted at all.

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Fremedeleigh might as well be gone. Few of the buildings stand. The air buzzes with the sound of flies and you must cover your nose to shield against the reek of rotting corpses whose names you once called.

When the guilt starts creeping, you tell yourself that it was always to be this way. Their day to join the earth had come, but yours… 

As you flit between the skeletons of buildings, you hope that today is not your day. Timbers creak in the wind, like whispers and following footsteps, and each time, your muscles tighten as you press a little closer to the shadows. The Danes will have moved on. But scavengers, both human and animal, can still be a danger. Your mind conjures an image of the rabid, blue-eyed raider emerging from any of these blackened doorways as you pass them by. Each time the specter returns, you force the thought away before nausea and fear can do more than turn your stomach.

Fate proves kind. Your home is burned, unfit to keep out wind and rain, but some -- only a few, in truth -- of your stores remain. The balms have melted, ruined, and your dried herbs have gone up like tinder. But the box in which you had kept your seeds for new plants and a few vials of oils, condensed a season past, have survived the flames. A few of your other belongings have managed, too.

The under-dress you stole away in is ruined to holes, and you change into the one dress you can find that has not been burned too badly to wear. Gratefully, you find your winter shoes intact. There is little else to carry. A cut-throat idea springs to mind as you are leaving, but though it slows your steps, you do not have the heart to follow it. You should scavenge the other homes, but the thought of robbing the neighbors you had left to death sours your mood. 

You leave as quickly as you came. 

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Hytham comes with the nightfall. The man is quiet, but his horse has no right to be so, and both come as something of a shock as they appear from the thicket nearby. You stand from your place at the mare’s feet, patting her silver neck to soothe your nerves, and you try hard not to be bothered by Hytham’s grim look. The man, you are learning, makes a habit of stoicism that does not seem to come naturally to him.

A waning thought has you thinking of his smiles, but you brush it away.

Now, however, as those odd-colored eyes find yours, a cold prickling lances your belly. He climbs down from his horse and stretches, but the action does not seem to loosen his worries.

“We will rest here for the night and meet the others at dawn,” he says. 

“The others?” Your chest tightens. “Basim and your friend?”

Hytham looks away. He has already started pulling at his belts and straps. Such has been the way of your recent evenings.

“And the Ragnarssons.”  

Ivarr Ragnarsson. The name flits through your mind on a chill. He will kill you, if only to save his pride. You have seen men like him before, but none have been as lasting in their impression. 

“Then our roads divide after all,” you say quietly over a knot in your throat. Hytham does not look at you. A new home has been a close thing, but close things are not for you. You prefer sure ones, and risking your life does not bring those. You clear your throat and gesture to a spot of ground before you. “Sit. I won’t send you off with an aching body.”

In the dimming light, the shadows of Hytham’s face catch in a frown. All the same, he sits, shedding his upper garments while you start a small fire. As the wood burns to coals, you search your stores for anything that might ease his chronic aching. He has been good to you these last few days, as you have been good to him, and were these few oils not all you had, you would send him away with one or two of them.

You withdraw a few, these bled from peppermint and sage, and spill a little of both into your hands. You warm them between your palms. These are actions you know, and performing them, simple as they are, takes some of the weight from your chest. 

As you turn back to Hytham, you pause. The glow of flickering flame lights his skin, his eyes, and for the first time that you can remember, you think a man beautiful, rather than handsome. He sits with his arms around his knees, his gaze on the small, licking fire. He is a dream that does not belong in these cold hills. A dream that tomorrow you will force yourself to wake from. 

You ease over to him, forcing a smile. “You will smell like one of England’s elves when I am done with you.” 

The soft teasing of your voice only drives Hytham’s gaze away. He stretches wordlessly to the side, angling himself so that his back and the sore ribs that plague him are exposed to you. 

“This will help more than coals in a scarf,” you assure him.

Still, he says nothing, but with the first pass of your oil fingers over the taunt muscles of his back, you feel him tremble. The sigh he makes is silent, given away only as it mists in the chill air. 

“You are tense,” you whisper, running a knuckle between where his ribs meet his spine. 

“I am fine.”

“You are ridiculous. What was discussed with those friends of yours that has you so...so…” You frown as something in your chest keeps you from teasing him again. The lean, corded muscles of his back feel like wood under your hands, he is so tight, and though you work, nothing you do eases him. “Hytham?”

The sound of his name has him sighing, this one less pleasant than the last. He cranes around to look at you. He really is a fine man, you think, your eyes roving the slope of his nose and the pout of his -- no, you stop that thought.

Tomorrow he will be gone, and the short road to a new beginning with him. It does not bear thinking about. 

Hytham appears to be studying you as well. A knot carves between his brow and he glances away. You resume your work and this time, you notice that the muscles are not as tense as they had been before. He lets his head fall between his knees. 

It is a long while before he speaks. 

“You should not run so easily.” He lifts his head. “Your plan to go to Ravensthorpe should remain the same. Basim would not let the cur harm you.”

Your lips twitch. “Is Basim my stalwart protector now? I do not see him.” You lean near, around to his ear. “Is he hiding in the trees?”

Hytham’s eyes fall shut, long lashes splaying over his cheeks. Quickly, you lean away. You had not meant -- 

But then, maybe you had.

Hytham answers you after too many seconds. 

“He asked after you. He feels...ingratiated to you.” The word is ground out through clenched teeth. It occurs to you that Hytham does not care for the fact that anything having to do with himself should involve ingratiation on the part of another. Another pain, one of many.

“I soothed your aches,” you say through a smile, “And you kept the wolves from dragging me off.”

“It was a fox.”

“A wolf makes for a better story.” You pinch the meat of his side. 

And...he shudders. The feel of his prickling skin beneath your hands is not at all unpleasant. But it is something for dreams. Now, you must talk of reality. 

“Besides Basim,” continues Hytham when his breath has settled, “Eivor will not let any harm come to you. I spoke with her. She agrees Ravensthorpe could do with a healer, and her word is near-law.”

Eivor. This must be the unnamed friend he has mentioned. And a woman...oddly, this eases some of your hesitation.

“You sound keen on this?” You do not like the hope that wriggles into your voice at the question. Or maybe it is a statement. Because Hytham does sound keen on it. 

He turns to look over his shoulder again, more quickly this time. “I like Ravensthorpe. I am keen on its success.”

“You are keen,” you say with a grin, “Keen and fine. What else are you, Hytham?” You pull your hands away and let them rest in your lap. 

He is rosy-cheeked, that’s what he is.

“Tired,” he snaps, “and wishing you would get on with it.”

“Forgive a humble healer for her sins, priest.”

He makes a face. “Perhaps you should not come to Ravensthorpe, after all. There are too many jesters there as it is.”

“Make up your mind, Hytham. Shall I stay --”

Hytham glares at you, but there, again, is a telling twitch of his lips. A new home, perhaps, is not gone after all. Merely eclipsed by a brief fog that had rolled in from these moors. 

“Then you will not run?” asks Hytham when you at last turn away to gather up a few cooling coals into his sash.

“I suppose not. Though if Ivarr Ragnarsson swings for my head, I make no promises. Now, stop your fluttering, priest. This will be warm.”

But he does flutter.

You try harder not to notice.

#ac vahalla #hytham #reader #ivarr

[hoodoo12]

Costume

This month’s prompt on our discord server? “Costume”, for Hallowe’en, of course! SFW, Beetlejuice/gender neutral reader.

@beetlewise-and-pennyjuice @thewolfisapartofmysoul @janitor-boy @turtlepated @angelicspaceprince

Enjoy! `

You’d never have expected being invited to a Halloween costume party would be such a problem.

A problem shaped like a pestering, jealous ghost-demon named Beetlejuice. “I wanna go! Why can’t I go! You’re leaving me for a whole evening to have fun and I have to sit here and twiddle my thumbs?! You’re going to leave me in the dark in an empty house and I never get to do anything!” His whining was amazing, and not in the good way. “You could take me! We can do a couple’s costume! Like Mickey and Minnie Mouse, or you can be a brick, and I can go as a brick layer!”

You couldn’t help but snort in laughter at his suggestions, as raunchy as the second one had been. “Or, or--you know those horse costumes? We could do that! I could be the back half, because I like holding onto your butt--” “And also because you’re an ass?”

The specter grinned broadly at your jab, thinking that if you were joining in on the idea, his battle was mostly won. “Beej, sweetheart,” you said, patting his cheek, “the answer is no. No one’ll be able to see you, so a couple’s costume just isn’t going to work. I’m sorry.” His expressive face fell. You were pretty sure that if he could control not just the color of his hair but how much it stuck up, it would have drooped in a dramatic, cartoonish way as well. 

“Fine,” he muttered sadly. “I mean, people could see me if you just, I don’t know, said my name a few times or whatever, but it’s okay, I’ll just stay here with the dust and spiders and wait in the dark for you to come back . . .” He turned to go, shoulders sloping dejectedly, and shook off your hand when you tried to take his wrist to attempt to make him feel better. 

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You actually had no idea what to dress as. Everything was too cutesy or overdone or trite. When watching those Bly Manor and Truth Seekers shows on streaming, however, something clicked into place. You could go as a plague doctor! And not only that, since Beetlejuice bragged about living through the Black Plague, he’d have firsthand knowledge of it and them and could assist making it authentic!

Excitedly, you told him your idea. Although he was still a bit crestfallen, he of course preened a little when you asked for his help and promised to give you all the details he could to make it the best plague doctor around. He went so far as to bring you an authentic beaked mask from . . . somewhere, which he proudly tried to thrust into your hands. Gingerly you accepted it, but tried to keep only the very tips of your fingers in contact with the leather. The clear glass for its eyes made it look more than slightly creepy. 

“I’m not going to . . . catch anything from this, right? You didn’t get it out of a festering plague pit . . . ?” “Nah,” he replied dismissively. “I mean, yeah, it’s from a grave, but it’s super old so anything infectious should be gone, I’m pretty sure.”

One thing he’d never claimed to be was a doctor or infectious disease expert, so although you accepted his suspect contribution, you cleaned it inside and out with bleach. And tossed it in the microwave to nuke any possibly remaining microbes, for good measure. 

You procured a black coat and hat on your own. Beetlejuice also dug up a black cane--telling you that the doctors used them to poke at people so they could examine them without getting too close--with a silver wolf’s head as a handle. You joked that that was a prop for the Wolfman but accepted it anyway.   He also gleefully shoved so many aromatics into the beak it made your eyes water when you finally tried it on. “Thanks, Beej,” you praised as you tried to breathe through your mouth. “Wow. There’s a lot in here, huh? What is that, pine needles?” “Juniper, cloves, and camphor! Some mint too.”

“Uh-huh,” you croaked. You were going to have to grab some tissues to wipe your running nose and watery eyes during this party. “Okay, I’ll see you later.” “Have a good time!” he called after you, and you were glad he’d gotten over his disappointment. 

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You knew the people who’d invited you to the party tended to go all out for Halloween, and this year was no exception. It wasn’t Martha Stewart, but it wasn’t professional haunted attraction either. They’d filled their house with lots of skeletons and spiders, pictures that changed based on which angle you looked at them, a soundtrack that low enough to not impede conversations but was filled with creaks, moans, and shrieks, and a buffet spread filled with treats made to look gory. 

Everyone was in costume, of course, from those same generic ones available at Halloween stores to homemade cosplay of movie slashers. A hush rippled out like a stone thrown into water when you walked through the front door, even as you called hello to your friends. The party-goers turned to gawk at you.

Gradually people returned to their conversations, and some people returned greetings. You grinned behind your mask; it was good to make an unexpected first impression. 

Wandering through the party, you slowly became aware that few people sought you out, and when you tried to engage with others, they were polite but seemed anxious to get away. More than once you caught people glancing over their shoulders at you as they left you. It also became apparent that people gave you a berth as you walked through the house, even at the table spread with food and drink. At first it was kind of cool, like you were this mysterious being, but then it devolved into being a little weird. It had to be because of the aromatics Beetlejuice had stuffed to the brim inside the beak. “I’m sorry about the smell,” you apologized to anyone who would listen. “I just went a little overboard on it being authentic.”

You followed that apology with a little self-depreciating chuckle. 

It didn’t make people seem more comfortable around you. 

Unable to mingle, feeling like a bit of an outcast--maybe like a real plague doctor--you didn’t stay at the party long. Walking home along streetlight lit sidewalks, you had the same effect on anyone else out: veering to give you room, furtive glances back at you once they were passed. 

There was no way you stunk that bad.

Sighing, you slowed down a little. Although there was a chill in the air, you were getting this hat and mask off your face. Maybe you could dump the herbs and whatnot in a garbage can, and reduce the stench. Your nose could use some fresh air anyway. 

You happened to stop in front of a closed store’s window. As you grabbed your hat to yank it off your head, you glanced at your reflection and yelped in surprise. 

It was you in a plague doctor’s costume, but nightmarishly extreme. Your coat--just a cheap plain coat you found at a thrift store, was smeared along the sleeves and hem with something that looked tacky and black, like old blood. Like your coat had been dragging along the floor of a slaughterhouse, and like you’d been wrist deep in something gory. The rest of the fabric looked moldy and stained and threadbare on the elbows. As if that wasn’t bad enough, your mask--

It was authentic, obviously, but the leather seemed to have molded smoothly to your face. The glass in the eyeholes didn’t show your eyes at all; instead, pinpricks of light, the reflection of an animal’s eyes, shone out. 

Everything that looked back at you in the glass looked evil, depraved, and unsettling. The effect was overtly chilling, even as you knew you were looking at yourself. 

You ran the rest of the way to your place. “Beetlejuice!” you shouted, throwing open the door so had it bounced back at you from the wall it hit. He sauntered in from the kitchen. “Heya babes! How’d the party go? I was just here, making rice krispie treats--the kitchen’s a bit of a war zone right now--is marshmallow difficult to get off the ceiling?”

“What did you do?!”

“I told you--I was making rice krispie treats--” “I mean what did you do to my costume!”

The specter stopped, and grinned. “Did you like it? Did everyone like it? I think the pièce de résistance was that faint whiff of rot. You really have to concentrate to smell it, but once you do, you can’t unsmell it--”

You gaped at that disgusting revelation and resisted the urge to grab him by the sharp labels of his striped coat and shake him; he’d see that as playtime. Through gritted teeth, you repeated, “What did you do to my costume?!”

“I made it authentic. Just like you asked,” he shrugged innocently.

Squeezing your eyes closed, you counted to ten, actually making it only to four. Your jaw hurt from clenching it so hard, but you didn’t loosen it much to say sarcastically, “And the way my eyes look? Is that authentic? Did plague doctors have creepy shiny eyes?”

He laughed. “Oh. That. Yeah, that was some artistic license. Just to give it some flair.”

A worn coat splattered with unnameable gore, the stench of random herbs plus decay, a mask that was already unsettling and silver eyes for some “flair” . . . this time you did make it to a count of ten, and released the tension in your jaw this time. He was only trying to help. He had provided the expertise you asked for, and he just took it too far because he was nothing if not over the top.

“We should’ve just done the horse costume,” Beetlejuice advised. “Want a rice krispie?”

You glared at him, but couldn’t stay too mad too long. Shrugging out of the coat, you said, “Yes. Take this costume out and bury it or burn it or something. You tricked, and I’ll have a treat.”

“That’s my babe,” he grinned, and took the disgusting outfit off your hands.  

fin!

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[charlthotte]

Breaking Through the Iron Wall - Aone Takanobu x Reader

Chapter 11

Beside me, I could sense Aone's pure fretfulness. His exterior exerted his usual stoic presence, yet the smallest draft of a broken child drifted through the cracks in his skin. Second after second, those cracks grew larger and larger until he seemed frail enough to snap. But we were outside, in the blatant view of the rest of the world - from what I knew - Aone wasn't a person to let his guard down in front of just anyone, somehow I felt the exact same way. But I was certain that the reason behind him was something entirely opposed to mine, perhaps it was something even darker.

I tried to shake myself out of my deep pondering, it was selfish to think about myself in a time where Aone was trekking through the furnaces of hell - and he needed me to accompany him on that adventure. I was certain that he couldn't do it alone, he'd break. There wasn't a more eloquent way of putting that statement, nor could you sugar-coat it. 

Roaring skies bellowed up above us, winds howled in agony - all of their lamentations lashing and tearing through the atmosphere; almost biting at our skin, shredding our outwards protection into ribbons of devastation. Those deafening bellows closed off my hearing almost entirely, I couldn't hear anything - let alone my own thoughts.

Throughout the whole journey, the winds kept us separated, no matter how valiantly I quested to ameliorate his feelings... I just couldn't reach them. Normally, a trip to the vet shouldn't have caused Aone's level of anxiety, so maybe... It was so much more than just a trip to the vet. 

Hesitantly, my fingers gingerly edged the door open, shrouding us both in a whole new light of apprehension. The ring of the entrance bell almost seemed deafening - breaking the agonisingly tumultuous silence. Everything was unreal. No, I didn't understand the situation to the fullest extent; but somehow, deep inside of me - I just knew. Soon, we were welcomingly ushered into the establishment by a woman in a lab coat. Her hazel eyes oozed with the highest volume of empathy that I had ever witnessed, somehow she knew to be gentle with Aone, as if she knew him well.

Almost in a chain of reactions, we were now sat down in the waiting area - side by side in silence. A gargantuan urging churned inside of me to console him, in any way possible; a pat on the shoulder; some words of sympathy or maybe simply the warmth of another human against him, so that he knew he had at least one shoulder to weep upon. Almost identical to the situation beforehand - Aone began quivering, but ever so slightly. And as always, I was the only person in the nearby vicinity that could notice exactly how he felt. As if on instinct, my arm shot upwards to wrap it around Aone's shivering shoulders, but at least the the farthest that I could reach. 

His whole body jolted at my touch, almost as if he had recently been snapped back into the current reality. Quicker than a blink of an eye, his eyes snapped over to rest upon me, their unnatural glossiness glimmering underneath the light - searching for the slightest scrap of comfort to latch onto.

Never before had I gazed upon his face in a manner such as that, to me, he seemed a new person entirely. Not a single aspect on his face had been altered, however, there was just something inside of me that didn't recognise him. My eyes darted around until they latched straight onto his. At that point - I had the slightest inkling to avert my gaze, but I just couldn't, - there was something inside of him, scraping and pleading for just that one moment of comfort. And that was when he had located that source of comfort, in me, no less. His whole figure softened as if he had lost his skeleton. He was but an empty vessel of what he was before.

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The amount of time that flew past us was unfathomable, almost immeasurable. Time was always supposed to sprint forwards when you were enjoying yourself, and at that moment, both of those aspects were completely averse to the latter. The pure trepidation we were both enduring stretched out the time to the extent where a second was a terribly drawn out eternity.

"Mr. Aone Takanobu." The same woman that had greeted us spoke into the drab atmosphere. Within her eyes, I could sense something close to pity, all beneath the surface of empathy.

Gingerly, I rose from the chair, my legs almost buckling underneath me - but I knew, that I was the one who couldn't show any weakness, I was Aone's pillar of reassurance. If I toppled over, so would he; but his crash to the earth would be much more crushing. A faint tug rippled through the sleeve of my coat - Aone was gripping onto the fabric as if it was some sort of a lifeline for him. It was almost as if he was a terrified child cowering behind their mother. Even though he stood inches above myself, he didn't appear that way - his aura omitted that of a child, but not just any child, a scarred child, apprehending the worst.

As we were led to the veterinarian's office, sounds of weeping animals and humans echoed through the air, nothing was normal, nothing felt... right. The lady beckoned for us to take a seat, and the whole manner in which she conversed with us in simply unnerved me. Nothing was typically out of the ordinary - but it was at the same time.

Her shoulders rose and fell slowly, as if she was bracing for the impact of something intense. She began, "We have examined Shiro to the best of our abilities, however there was little to do for him. The symptoms he has displayed cannot match up with any diagnoses that we could offer you. To put it in simple terms, there is nothing much that we can do to help him."

Everything froze.

Everything froze, all except Aone and I. We were the only people in the world.

Almost instantly, Aone's eyes cascaded tears of sorrow, there was nothing to stop them from doing so. 

In the adjacent second, his body collapsed upon me for support, now was the time for his pillar to be there for him. Full instinct loomed over all my emotions, and I didn't even need to think of what to do next, I just simply... Knew... My one arm that wasn't already around his shoulders shot straight up to his hair - ruffling the tiny tufts gently. Twisting and curling a few of his ashen locks around the tip of my finger. The other presence in the room didn't matter to me as Aone's sturdy figure spluttered and choked inside of my arms. The amount of pain I was feeling due to the news that had recently been bestowed upon us was immense. But I couldn't even begin to imagine the sheer dosage of agony that he was going through, he had easily been close to Shiro for years and years at that point. Shiro seemed like the only living thing that Aone felt truly comfortable around, and now he was going to lose him.

Stinging slightly, my eyes began to be tickled by tears, threatening to surge over my eyelids - but a pillar can't crash. Aone's sobs rang out through the room, and then - not only was the news agonising, but so were the sounds of his fretfulness, perhaps even more so. Both our chests quivered in a calamitous rhythm, creating a song of desolation.

Breaking us out of our own little world, the lady almost whispered, "I'm guessing that you understand what I've said... I am extremely sorry to tell you this but, I don't think Shiro can last any more than a week living on this earth. However, we will supply him with some antibiotics to make his passing easier... Once again, I am so sorry."

What she said couldn't register with either of us, both of us being too occupied by the other's embrace.

I endeavoured to try and find Aone's eyes inside my own, only to see a harsh reddish hue emblazoned across them. He was a broken doll. I couldn't bear seeing him just so... hopeless. Therefore, in an effort to calm his lamentation, my hands hesitantly cupped themselves around his damp and blotchy cheeks, caressing my thumbs over them - wiping away his tears as I did so. He sank into them, using my hands as his only source of support.

"Aone... I can't imagine the amount of pain you're feeling right now: I know that Shiro is your best friend. I can't fathom losing someone close to me, especially if they're as close as you two are. You're inseparable. But, Aone... Please don't weep so. Shiro would want you to be happy, as he is still here with you... Even if not for much longer. I'm just so... sorry" I smiled hopelessly at him, trying to offer him the smallest shard of contentment that I could. Jittering, his palm cupped over one of mine, gyrating uncontrollably. I knew, in turn, he was attempting valiantly to comfort me too.

Nodding shakily, he spoke up for the first time since we had been at my house, "T-thank you, (Y/N)." His whole body jittered up and down with each one of his breaths - if you could call them that. Each one was so breathy, as if he was gasping for air. He was already drowning though. And I didn't know if I could save him.

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After at least a quarter of an hour of consoling Aone, we were finally allowed to see Shiro again, finally allowed to set our eyes upon that perfect life form that only had a small cache of days left on this Earth. His little body scampered down the hallway - and straight into Aone's arms, placing his paws upon his shoulders; wagging his tail at a breakneck speed. It was as if they hadn't seen each other for months... maybe years. Pure longing laced itself into Aone's expression, exuberating immense levels of elation - yet still exerting a hidden sense of dejection. 

With a snap of the fingers; his tears had miraculously evaporated, freeing him - but not completely - from his lamentation. Every hair on his body stood on end, smiling an unfiltered grin from ear to ear, babying Shiro with his words.

That sight was truly gorgeous, the two clutched onto each other as if the world was about to end, and it was about to. But only for him.

Overwhelming joy flushed through me - making my heart skip several beats. Dropping to my knees, I positioned myself adjacent to Aone, beckoning for Shiro to come over to me. And even though Shiro and myself had hardly known each other for a week, he still leapt into my arms all the same. His hazel eyes glimmered in the artificial light, outputting something childlike and innocent. Running my hands up and down his fur, I noticed how soft it was, not a single strand was the littlest bit coarse.

I began to laugh under my breath, but I couldn't understand why. Was it grief? Was it apprehension? Or was it happiness? A single tear rolled down my left cheek, and once again - I didn't understand why.

Cheery howling flew through the air, ebbing out from Shiro's mouth; and all of a sudden he had cranked up his volume of giddiness to a whole other level. Jumping up and down on his two hind legs, he gathered enough force to knock me over - and abruptly I laid on the laminate floor of the veterinarian's with Shiro bounding around over and on top of me. Almost winding me at one point.

Every ounce of lamentation had disappeared from the establishment - replaced by an aura of pure joyousness. Very soon, we were beginning to overstay our welcome - therefore we hooked him up to his lead and set out, once again, out into the outside world.

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