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For ectoberhaunt 2023 day 13: horror flick.
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Roy frowned first at the book, then at the circle he’d painstakingly laid out on the forest floor, sweeping his eyes back and forth, hunting for mistakes. He couldn’t find any. The lines and curves he’d painstakingly carved into the soil and painted over were immaculate. All the symbols were in the right places. The candles were still burning strong. The sacrifices (items with great emotional value to the summoners) were in place, ready to be consumed.
Which meant that the problem wasn’t his fault.
He turned his glare on his two companions. “Did you two do the purification ritual like I said?”
“Yes,” said Aimee. “Don’t talk to us like that. We’re not stupid.”
That wasn’t an assertion Roy would make, but there weren’t a lot of people around who had real experience with the occult and a willingness to, ah, experiment with rituals of this level.
“Did you do the purification ritual?” drawled Beth. She pulled back the hood of her robe and pulled a stray strand of hair away from her numerous ear piercings. “Rituals like this are touchy. Even a tiny mistake can upset things. For all we know, we have the time of day wrong, or the wrong kind of soil.”
“We checked everything, though,” Roy complained. Not only had they checked everything, they’d practiced. They weren’t a bunch of stupid college students in a horror flick. They knew what they were doing. They’d summoned things, real things, before. Nothing as big or as powerful as this, but they’d gotten ahold of some powerful entities.
One of the spirits they had summoned and bound had even traded this book for their freedom.
Maybe that had been a mistake on their part, if the ritual in the book was incomplete or a scam.
Something snapped and rustled in the trees behind him, and Roy turned, scowling. If a deer messed with his summoning circle, he’d scream.
But, no, it wasn’t a deer stumbling out of the underbrush. It was a kid. A short kid. A middle schooler? Roy had never been good at figuring out the ages of kids.
“What are you doing here?” asked Aimee.
“Uh, walking. It’s public property,” said the kid. “What are you doing here?””
“No, it isn’t,” said Beth.
“Uh, yes it is. I know, because I walked here.” The kid leaned sideways and peered around Roy. “Ooh, are you summoning something? What is it?”
“That’s none of your business,” said Roy, wondering if he could get away with setting one of his lesser spirits on the boy. Beth could be surprisingly touchy about that sort of thing. “Leave.”
Between his family, his body type, and his occult power, Roy wasn’t used to being ignored or disobeyed by anyone but Aimee and Beth. The boy didn’t even look up at him, instead starting to walk counterclockwise around the circle.
“Where are your parents, anyway?” asked Roy, feeling out of his depth. It was an unusual feeling, and he didn’t like it.
The kid did look up at him, then, scorn clear on his face. “How old do you think I am?” Before Roy could answer, the kid knelt next to the circle.
“If you mess that up,” said Roy, threateningly, marching over to loom over the boy.
“Roy,” hissed Beth.
“Geez, chill,” said the boy. “I’m just looking. You’ve got a mistake, here, by the way.” He pointed. “You’re missing a line.”
“What?” snapped Roy.
“And the same thing, over there. Is your handwriting this bad, or did you copy these signs straight from a book without knowing what they really meant?”
Roy almost believed the boy for a minute, then scoffed. “What do you know about it? You’re just a kid. You’ve got a good face for lying, though, I’ll give you that.”
“I know more than you,” said the boy. “For example, did you know that when you summon a ghost, they don’t have to portal into the circle? Like, that’s usually easier, because where’re you going to find a natural portal, or a door, or whatever, and you can jump on the energy from the summoning, but you don’t have to. Lots of ghosts can’t, even. They’re not strong enough to make portals, so they just have to deal with the pull until whoever is trying to summon them gives up. Although I guess stronger ghosts do that too? Huh.”
“What are you talking about?” asked Aimee, and, huh, she actually sounded scared.
“Well,” said the boy, straightening and brushing off his knees, “I guess what I’m saying is that if you were trying to get a hold of a ghost that happened to already be on Earth, and nearby, they could just walk to a summoning. Or fly. Personally, I prefer flying.”
Aimee took a step back, her hand dropping to a protective charm. Beth, lips pursed, mirrored the motion.
“Did you know, there used to be separate rings for the summoners in these kinds of rituals? They sort of fell out of favor over time, because most ghosts did portals and they were problematic or something, I didn’t really pay attention to that part, but…” The boy shrugged. “They were there for a reason. All of your protections are in that circle.” He nodded at it. “Not great if someone does come from outside. Useless, just about.”
Then the boy looked Roy straight in the eye for the first time, and smiled.
The smile was wrong. It started out too white, too sharp, too curvy, bright and moonlike beneath glittering eyes. And then Roy’s vision began to blur. Or, no, only the boy blurred, but even as he blurred, two shapes became bitingly razor clear. A dark and burning crown that made Roy want to weep, and a shining ring that made him want to run and never stop.
Bright, unnatural eyes continued to gaze into Roy’s.
“If I were you,” said a voice that could have belonged to the boy, but echoed with the thoughts and feelings of a thousand other speakers, “I would quit now, while I was ahead. You’ve already bitten off more than you can chew.”
Then the presence, the crown, the ring, and all, vanished. Roy looked wildly around the clearing, but the only people he saw were Beth and Aimee, and they looked downright ill.
He took a shaky breath. “So, should we call our first attempt at summoning the Ghost king a success?”
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Day 13: Horror Flick
Dissection or vivisection?
Time: 30 min
i have, finally, kinda caught up from where I dropped the ball in the middle of last week! hopefully this wont happen next week, but to be completely honest, i anticipate this happening again next week </3
I'm happy with how i shaped the knife with this one! If you look below, you'll see that stitchfiddle did NOT allow me to do half-stitches when making a pattern, so i kinda had to eyeball the straight edges for the handle and blade. It was interesting doing the mental math to make sure everything turned out right even when the pattern was technically wrong.
Ectoberhaunt Masterpost
#mads posts#ectober#ectoberhaunt#ectoberhaunt 23#23 prompt horror flick#eh23#danny phantom#cross stitch
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Ectoberhaunt Masterpost:
Day 1:
Day 2: Technopathy
Day 3: Black Cat/White Crow
Day 4: Aliens (Space AU)
Day 5: Hunt/Haunt
Day 6: Tabletop
Day 7:
Day 8:
Day 9: Robots
Day 10: Psuedoscience (mixed prompt- X.A.N.A.-fied Technus) code lyoko crossover
Day 11: Dread (mixed prompt- X.A.N.A.-fied Technus) code lyoko crossover
Day 12: Repression
Day 13: Horror Flick
Day 14:
Day 15:
Day 16: Death Echo
Day 17: Blood/Flesh (cw: mild gore, angst)
Day 18: Unravel/Intertwine
Day 19: Claws/Horns (mixed prompt- party time with Frostbite) hometuck crossover
Day 20: Danse Macabre (mixed prompt- party time with Frostbite) hometuck crossover
Day 21: Isekai: Past Prompt (mixed prompt- the clockwerk eye) sly cooper crossover
Day 22: Isekai: Portal Shenanigans (mixed prompt- the clockwerk eye) sly cooper crossover
Day 23: Technus (mixed prompt- X.A.N.A.-fied Technus)
Day 24: Science (mixed prompt- the clockwerk eye) sly cooper crossover
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Ectoberhaunt 2023 Masterlist
prompts
ao3
In the Forest a Darkness Creeps
day 2- Botonamancy
TW- major character death (kind of)
summary- Sam just wants to connect with nature
To See and Not Understand
day 3- white crow
TW- Danny dies but we all know that
summary- Danny has always been able to see them. He's just never known what they meant.
In the Lab
day 4- zombie
TW-body horror, medical stuff, Danny dies but not exactly how he does in the show
summary- Danny's parents are there for the accident, and they'll do anything to make sure their son survives.
With No End in Sight
day 5- hunt
TW- violence, death of random characters, blood, death of major character, slight gore
summary- Danny is tired of having to be the one to hold back
Want to Talk?
day 6- tabletop
TW- hyperventilating
summary- Sam and Tucker have been friends for years. They've always been considered the weird ones, so it's no surprise when the try to talk to the dead.
There be Dragons
day 9- dragons
TW- nothing
summary- Danny comes across a new island while exploring the zone.
To Seek Freedom
day 10- occultism
TW- mind control
summary- The Justice League is trying everything they can to free Danny.
To Stop the Flow of Time
day 11- dread
TW- nothing
summary- Clockwork is an old ghost and he'll keep the only person he cares about ale.
Ever Onwards
day 12- obsession
TW- manipulation
summary- Clockwork will do anything to get what he wants.
Friday the 13th
day 13- horror flick
TW- none
summary- As Team Phantom gathers to watch spooky movies, something strange happens.
Slightly Less Partial Explanations
day 16- revenant
fandom- DC crossover
TW- none
summary- Danny tries to explain
Fly Away
day 17- blood
TW- blood, gunshot wound
summary- Danny gets shot and tries to run
Unraveling
day 18-unravel
TW- character undeath
Summary- Sam tries to figure out what's happening
Ghostly Changes
day 19- claws/horns
TW- none
summary- Danny's ghost form is changing
Dancing with Death
day 20- dance macabre
TW- none
summary- It's time for the Halloween dance
Amity Cryptids
day 21- past prompt (2021/treat/cryptid)
TW- none
summary- The Fentons have always been weird
Metropolis
day 22-portal shenanigans
fandom- DC crossover
TW- none
summary- Danny gets flung int the DCU and decides to become a villain
Exchange Students
day 23- magic
fandom- Harry Potter crossover
TW- none
summary- Harry, Hermione, and Ron visit the strangest wizarding school in America
Worry
day 24- science
fandom- dp x dc
TW- none
summary- Sam and Tucker have been trying desperately to locate Danny
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Session 9 Review (07/04/23-07/05/23)
⚠️This review will contain spoilers!⚠️
I'll start off by saying that Session 9 (2001) is indeed an underrated horror flick, and genuinely scary, too! The tension just goes up and up from the beginning without much relief from it once weird shit starts happening.
It is very obviously influenced by The Shining (1980), with particular references being the wife of the main character being named Wendy and a title card for each day that passes. (Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, etc) There's even a sort of pseudo Kubrick Stare scene thrown in there. However, despite these glaringly obvious references, I think Session 9 still does a good job of standing on it's own two feet...
Except for the fact that I dislike the ending/twist. I think they were going for something supernatural, but it's not obvious enough for me to make a conclusive decision. Assuming they were going for a possession story, at least one of my initial thoughts was confirmed.
Synopsis:
Session 9 concerns an asbestos removal team being tasked with cleaning up an abandoned mental institution that was shut down in the 1980s. The leader of the crew and the main character, Gordon, promises that his team can get the place cleaned up in a week, which grants them all bonus pay if they get it done in time. It is clear from the beginning that Gordon has overbid himself with this task, as he is a new father struggling to adjust to a baby in the house. Tensions only rise when one of the crew members goes missing, presumed to have won the lottery and run off for Miami.
Meanwhile, another crew member has been digging through some of the old records; particularly, the files and recorded interviews with patient #444, a woman known as Mary Hobbes. Mary Hobbes was a patient with DID, with the host being Mary and her two alters being Princess, who appears to be a young girl, and Billy, who appears to be a young boy, though slightly older and more mature than Princess. There is also Simon, who we'll get into later.
Sometime later, Gordon confesses to one of his coworkers that he unintentionally hit his wife. When he had come home one night and went to greet her in the kitchen, she accidentally knocked over a pot of scalding water that had been on the stove and consequently burned his leg. Gordon is genuinely remorseful and doesn't know why he did it, as it was clearly an accident on Wendy's part, but he doesn't want the rest of the team members to know because it will hurt their salary. Unfortunately, his trust in this coworker almost immediately falls through as he quickly tells one of the other workers of this incident.
More is revealed about Mary throughout: something happened in her childhood that she has deeply repressed, though it resulted in deep and obvious cuts on her chest. While Mary does not remember the incident nor does she want to talk about it, Princess does remember... most of it. What she does not remember is Simon, and what Simon did. Billy remembers Simon, and Billy very much does not want to talk about Simon in an effort to protect Mary and Princess. It is clear Billy is very afraid of Simon.
Later, the seemingly disappeared coworker reappears and is seen by Gordon's nephew, Jeff, who is also part of his crew, who immediately alerts the others as the coworker is acting strangely. When the others follow Jeff to check up on the seemingly impossible reappearance of their coworker, he is nowhere to be found. This prompts the group to split up in an effort to find him. Gordon however is following something different, a deep, dark voice that he's been hearing since he first entered the building.
The final reveal in Mary's storyline is that Simon "offered to help her" after her older brother, Peter, scared her, causing her to fall down on a brand new china doll she had gotten for Christmas. The doll shattered under her weight, causing the scars in her chest. Simon urged Mary to "cut up" Peter like he cut up her, and this is where my theory that Simon is not actually an alter but a demon comes into play. With this reading, Simon possesses Mary and kills not only her brother, but her mother and father as well so "they won't get angry" that "she" killed Peter. Simon is the voice Gordon has been hearing throughout his days at the abandoned institution. Simon is cruel and condescending, and it hates people who are "naughty," like Peter, who hurt Mary despite Mary being so good and nice.
The final twist/reveal in Gordon's story is that Simon had possessed him as well and had attacked all the rest of his coworkers, even taking on the form of one of them to trick him into realizing what he had done. It is also implied that Gordon killed Wendy as well, but he could not bring himself to kill his baby daughter. The ending leaves Gordon, alone, in one of the rooms of the abandoned institution, speaking his remorse into a broken phone. He begs Wendy for forgiveness and laments that he wants to go home, and that he wants to hold his wife and daughter again. The movie ends with another snippet from the interview with Mary/Simon.
Doctor: And where do you live, Simon?
SImon: I live in the weak and the wounded, doc.
(Context: Billy tells the doctor "Princess lives in the tongue, because she's always talking, sir," and that he "lives in the eyes, because I see everything, sir.")
To be truthful, I think the ending was good, it's just not how I would've ended it. Jeff and Gordon were my favourite characters throughout the film so it was annoying that Gordon was revealed as the killer when the red herring we got would've been so much better to be actually confirmed, and sad that Jeff was amongst the murdered.
With most of the evidence pointing toward Simon being a demon or other supernatural entity, I suppose one could say Session 9 at least tried to subvert the "villain with DID" trope (especially because Mary really didn't have anything to do with what was happening to Gordon and his coworkers, it was all Simon), which I think is pretty off the beaten path for a movie from 2001. However, I don't have DID and I can still be educated, so I don't think I really get a say in how it was handled in this movie. ^_^"
I probably won't watch it again, at least for awhile because again you basically get no breaks from the tension until it ends, but it was pretty good and I think if you like The Shining and abandoned places you should definitely check it out! It's not streaming anywhere but if you want the link to where I watched it, hit up my DMs. :0)
7.5/10 📽️📽️📽️📽️📽️📽️📽️⬛⬛⬛
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Sanderstober 2021
Back due to requests from you all, I bring you a new art prompt list for this October! I loved getting help from friends a couple years ago, so I got help again. Remember, you can make art on any day, there’s no being late to a prompt.
If you’d like me to see em, just tag the creations with #Sanderstober. I really hope these inspire you in any way and are fun for ya!
Day 1: In traditional first-day manner, I’d like to see a famous landmark on Sep. 30th vs. that famous landmark on Oct. 1st. (Obviously most don’t change in reality, just… creatively fudge it, it’s spoopy season, for crying out loud)
Day 2: Minimalist drawing! In limited shapes/colors, depict the cast of your favorite piece of fiction!
Day 3: Re-imagine a Horror Movie… as a Disney Movie
Day 4: Re-imagine a non-superpowered character from any piece of fiction and give them superpowers! What powers would they most likely have that would fit their personality?
Day 5: Retcon Time! I need you all to take sad moments that have happened in stories (TV shows, books, or movies) and give them happy turnouts instead. Please.
Day 6: Character Swap - Take the hero and villain of a horror movie and switch their roles. - Submitted by Quil!
Day 7: Take the last meme in your phone and Halloween-ify it
Day 8: Draw a bouquet of flowers and each petal represents a part of yourself your proud of - Submitted by Tammy!
Day 9: I know this is an oldie, BUT IT’S A GOODIE cause I absolutely love what you all come up with each year: Draw characters from any TV show or movie in the style of a Tim Burton character!
Day 10: You know that Strawberry dress? Make it appropriate for Halloween season.
Day 11: Draw an iconic villain from a movie… as a Sailor Scout (GIVE ME THE CURSED IMAGERY) - Submitted by Artie!
Day 12: Take any event that has happened this year, 2021, and make it into a movie poster! Would it be a heart-warming movie? Or a horror flick? I guess it would depend on the event you choose lol
Day 13: Imagine the state/province/country you’re from as a person! What would that person look like? - Inspired by Dominic!
Day 14: Re-imagine your pet (or a friend’s pet) as a DnD character!
Day 15: Take any character from a Broadway musical, and re-imagine them as a Jedi or a Sith Lord!
Day 16: Draw an imaginary “Side” for the Sanders Sides series you wish or think could exist in the universe - Submitted by Foti!
Day 17: Writing OR Drawing prompt - There’s so many scary tales that come out of “sleepy” little towns. Create a Halloween tale that takes place in your “sleepy little town” (even if it isn’t that sleepy) using real locations, landmarks, and figures you’re familiar with! - Submitted by Valerie!
Day 18: Makeup Challenge! Create a Halloween makeup look, either on your face or on paper! - Submitted by Fariha
Day 19: Draw your favorite character in the Halloween costume you wore last year! - Submitted by Davi!
Day 20: Draw your favorite and least favorite Halloween candy as a hero and antagonist! How would they interact? - Inspired by Brei
Day 21: Attempt to draw a classic Halloween monster… with your less dominant hand. The most evil of drawing challenges…
Day 22: Depict any childhood game as if it were a high-stakes, potentially deadly competition akin to those you’d find in Squid Game.
Day 23: An oldie but a goodie - draw the character(s) from one piece of fiction in the drawing style of another piece of fiction (ex. Characters from Game of Thrones if they were drawn by the animators of Adventure Time)
Day 24: Take any planet or star and create how they might look as a person.
Day 25: Take any character(s) from your favorite series and depict how they might look in a different time period!
Day 26: Take your astrological symbol- or, really, any symbol- and create a dress or tux inspired by it…
Day 27: Depict any classic Halloween monster in a conventionally mundane job that they would actually be really good at. - Inspired by AJ!
Day 28: Take any Disney animal and imagine what they’d look like as a person!
Day 29: Re-imagine a classic fairy-tale… if it took place in present day.
Day 30: Take any two characters from the DC/Marvel universe and imagine what their fusion character would be… (ex. Captain Marvel/Iron Man = Iron Marvel)
Day 31: And to take it on home, let’s return to a classic - depicting any character(s) from your favorite piece(s) of fiction having fun on Halloween!
And that is it!! Hope you all enjoy these prompts and have a wonderful Halloween!
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A Te Che Sei il Mio Grande Amore Ch. 7: Niente ti farà del male piccola
23 Gennaio, 1970
The first indication of Luca’s growth spurt began with his school blazer suddenly feeling too tight as he raised his hands in class. The second indication came from bursting seams on his pants and his pants becoming more like capris as he wore them each day. The third time his inseam split, Signora Mia finally resigned herself to the reality of new clothes. Now, standing in front of his mirror, Luca could see the changes he had been too busy to notice before. His body was lengthening and becoming more svelte, with his legs becoming toned from cycling around the city. His face had slimmed down, losing most of the baby fat and child-like roundness he had grown accustomed to for most of his life.
The only features that hadn’t changed with time were his eyes; richly brown with flecks of gold and red. Luca wondered what Alberto would think of when he saw him. His friend’s voice had begun to deepen when they spoke two months prior, and Luca had all but melted into the warm depths of that voice. Would Alberto have a similar reaction to seeing Luca as he grew into himself? His thoughts were mildly put on hold as a gentle hand knocked on his bedroom door seeking permission to enter. Giulia entered, her hair damps from her bath and her skin glowing from the warmth of the water.
Dante and Luisa had left about an hour ago, having visited for after-school studying. He was not overly excited for their upcoming midterms, and with the added stress of assisting the teachers, he felt nervous about how his grades would fair. She plopped none too gently on his bed while the sounds of Signora Mia’s poor singing and the radio blasting in the kitchen echoed into his room.
“They’re playing the Beatles again?” He inquired, picking up the familiar tunes under Mia’s caterwauling. He pretended to brush imaginary dust from the light blue shirt he was wearing while strains of ‘Let it Be’ floated through the air. Giulia grinned and nodded, wincing when her mother’s voice reached for a particularly high note.
“I think Beatlemania has finally bitten her.” She rolled onto her stomach and faced him. “Were you going to try on the clothes we bought?” She inquired. He flushed under her scrutiny, not wishing to appear vain, and instead opted for sitting nonchalantly in his chair by the window.
“No, I was just thinking about changes.”
“Like what kind of changes?”
“The physical kind; I didn’t realize we were growing up.” Giulia hummed in thought. Just like her mother, both women had a gift to perceive and understand those around them with hardly any words or context.
“You don’t seem overly happy about it?” She cautiously pried.
“I wouldn’t say that, exactly, it’s something new.”
“Well, if it helps, you look good in your new wardrobe. I can hear the swooning girls now.” Giulia grinned wolfishly. The thought of girls noticing him more made Luca nervous and uncomfortable.
“I sure hope not,” he looked out the window to the hues of sunlight bathing the coral and cream houses orange. The lighting reminded him of Porto Rosso, and in turn, reminded him of Alberto.
“Don’t you want to start dating? Dante hardly shuts up about girls and most everyone in your grade is going out. Unless you’re only allowed to date sea monsters.” He continued to avoid her gaze, instead focusing on a flock of pigeons strutting along the rooftop to the left.
“No one interests me here.” He hedged after a moment.
“Not even Luisa?”
Now that got his attention.
“Ew, what? No!” He wagged his arms in horror, nearly losing his balance on the chair.
“Okay, okay, I’m sorry!” Giulia soothed, baffled at his reaction.
“No offense to her or anything, I just… no. Definitely not.”
“Bene, she’s not interested, if that helps.”
“Why did you ask her?”
“I never said I did,” Giulia blustered, pink spreading across her face. Luca just stared at her with an unimpressed expression. She laughed nervously, glancing to the side.
“I was just curious,” she mumbled. She began to wrap strands of hair around her fingers, obviously avoiding his gaze now. A light suddenly clicked in Luca’s brain.
“Do you like her?” Giulia’s head snapped up and she glared at him.
“Do you like Alberto?” She shot back.
Looking back at this moment, Luca would realize he should have felt fear, or nervous, perhaps even anger, but Giulia’s question felt like a shock to his system. A switch flicked on and flooded his body with realization and for the first time in years, Luca understood everything.
A shock of laughter escaped him, “Yeah, actually. I do.” He laughed again, this time harder, unsure as to why tears were starting to leak down his cheeks, staining them green. Luca pressed his face into his hands as his laughter turned into hysterical gasps for air.
“Actually, I-I think I’m in love with him.” Oh shit, shit, shit, shit. “O mio Dio, I’m in love with my best friend, Gules.” He didn’t hear Giulia move until her arms were suddenly wrapping around him and she was awkwardly rubbing circles into his back.
“Is this okay?” She asked. He could no longer form words, so Luca nodded his consent instead.
When he eventually calmed down and the only evidence of his initial panic were the scale tracks on his face and neck, Giulia quietly went to grab him a glass of water and held it out for him to take.
“Sorry, that was dramatic.” He whispered croakily. Giulia laughed kindly and patted his shoulder.
“I think dramatic is a requirement in our family. Besides, you already know how I can be too much.”
They sat in silence for a time with their arms around each other, the light outside fading to the familiar dark and loud nightlife of Genoa.
“Per favore, don’t tell my mama.” Luca cast her a look of confusion. “About Luisa.” She amended. “As kind and accepting as she is, I think this is something that would be too much of a sorpresa.”
The red-headed teen scuffed her big toe against the floor, eyes downcast.
“Hey,” Luca nudged her softly, prompting her to look up at him. “She might be the one to surprise you. I’ve never met two people like your parents, Giulia, who truly only lived to make their child happy.”
“Ad ogni modo, I’m still not ready for that conversation. Besides, it’s not like I have a chance. Luisa’s, like, super pretty and smart, and Santa mozzarella! When she sings, it’s incredibile!”
Luca smiled as his friend rambled on about the Sicilian sea monstress, wondering if this was how he looked every time he gushed about Alberto. Eyes bright, cheeks flushed, and an endless amount of knowledge about the one person you consider to be your whole world. It was a wonder no one else knew of his feelings.
21 Marzo 1970
“Santa ziti! You’ve been in love with him this whole time?!”
“Zitto, Ciccio! I’d rather not have the whole town know, thank you.” Alberto flung flour at the blonde’s face, nervously checking to make sure no one had heard them. They were currently working in the kitchen behind the Pasticcini’s front area, with Alberto kneading the dough and Ciccio creating scores in the bread or decorating the more delicate sweets.
Ciccio winced apologetically and lowered his voice, leaning in for good measure.
“Does he know, or have you not told him yet?”
“Of course, he doesn’t know, stupido! I’m trying to not ruin our friendship.
“Don’t call me stupido, and how do you know it would?”
Alberto threw the ball of dough down on the wood surface with more force than necessary, the surrounding flour splattering like snowballs after the season’s first snowfall.
“I just know, é tutto.”
They worked in silence for a while, taking turns with switching pans from the clay oven and glazing sweet rolls with fruit jellies and powdered sugar. When the sun was beginning to set everything on fire, its orange gaze turning the sweet rolls into apricot imitations, Ciccio’s mother brought warm cider and a platter of buttered bread. Alberto liked Ciccio’s mother, she was as warm as the bread she baked and her personality as strong and opinionated as the spices she used. Bella shared the same round features as her son, with a strong nose and bowed lips that were quick to smile. Ciccio once explained to Alberto that he and his mother got their strong noses and blonde hair from Bella’s German heritage, but it wasn’t something they spoke openly about.
Today, Signora Bella’s smile was strained, but it had lost none of its warmth. Alberto knew that meant either some customers had been more difficult than others or some pastries hadn’t turned outright. He recoiled at the thought of her being disappointed in anything he’d done.
“Come va tutto, ragazzi?” She lovingly patted Ciccio’s halo of curls and squeezed Alberto’s shoulder with a large hand. “It’s smelling really good in here. Ah, che bello!” She motioned to the cooling racks on Ciccio’s right. The sweet rolls and scored bread glistened perfectly in the afternoon light and the Signora’s words made Alberto glow as well.
“If you keep this up, Alberto, I may have to bribe Massimo to let me keep you all year long,” she teased. Alberto could only shrug nonchalantly, hoping his pride didn’t show.
“How did the sales go, mama?” Ciccio asked cheerfully, taking a large bite from his buttered bread. Alberto watched nervously, eating his own snack at a slower pace, his stomach suddenly feeling as if hermit crabs were marching and pinching at his insides.
Bella waved the questions away, her mouth pulling sourly at the edges. “Bah, Signor Tafani nearly scared away my customers this morning with his complaining. That man is never satisfied.” She sniffed dismissively. Alberto’s fingers began to pick at the bread, the smaller crumbs slipping from his lap.
“Was there something wrong with the baked goods?” He managed to ask, focusing on Bella’s crocifissione that hung around her neck. The older woman’s hand rested over Alberto’s, pausing the destruction of his bread.
“As I said, piccolo, he is never satisfied. No matter how perfect the bake is,” Her smile was small but firm and it made the hermit crabs release their pinching in his stomach. “God help that poor man’s wife.” Bella sighed heavily as she heaved herself to her feet.
“Ora,” she stood and clapped her hands together and both Alberto and Ciccio swallowed their bread quickly, the butter coating Alberto’s mouth with salt and cream. “Alberto, will you be staying for dinner?”
Alberto’s mouth watered at the thought; the signora’s food was always amazing, rich in seasonings and filled with love. Not to mention Ciccio’s father would usually play his guitar and serenade his family with music and singing. If he drank enough wine, Massimo would usually join in and the resulting cacophony would leave the rest of the family in tears and howls of laughter. Outwardly, the curly-haired teen hesitated, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly.
“I don’t know Signora, I don’t want to leave Massimo hanging…”
“Bah, but of course he is invited as well, what do you think telefoni are for?”
“To make long distances seem short.” Ciccio supplied cheekily, earning an inconspicuous kick from Alberto. Signora Bella gave her son a bemused look.
“Si, mio figlio, for that too…” deciding that it was safer to not question the odd antics of teenaged boys, Bella left to call Massimo and prepare dinner.
When she was out of sight, Alberto gruffly shoved Ciccio in the side, earning him a loud laugh.
“I think I preferred it when you were trying to hunt me,” he groaned miserably. Ciccio merely grinned.
“It’d be hard to catch a fish that’s already been caught.” Alberto kicked him harder in answer.
28 Aprile 1970
“You want me to start applying already?”
The headmaster grinned expectantly at Luca.
“Ma certo, Luca! You’ve shown so much potential these past two years, which is even more impressive considering your, ahem, background.” The balding man stage whispered behind his hand. Luca could only stare in confusion.
“Why are you whispering, we’re the only ones here?” Signore Bonetti flushed red for a moment, his thin lips disappeared under his obnoxiously large mustache as he frowned.
“It doesn’t matter,” he waved his hand away, his smile returning instantly. “What matters, mio caro ragazzo is that you could have the opportunity for great things.”
“Bene, I don’t know, Signore Bonetti.”
“You don’t know.” The signore’s mustache quivered as he peered at the curly-haired youth before him. Luca shrugged awkwardly under his gaze, feeling a nervous trickle of sweat make its way down the back of his neck.
“I still have two years here and I have to consider prices as well. Moreover, I would like to discuss future possibilities with my family first.” He offered what he hoped to be a placating smile at the headmaster.
“All the more reason to start now,” Signore Bonetti pressed, his hands inching university pamphlets across the oak desk. “Signora Castello has already agreed to help write your application letters along with several recommendations from our staff. And, I should add that we’ve had a growing handful of universities reach out with interest once I sent a copy of your grades.”
Luca sighed internally, he had a feeling that he wouldn’t be escaping this conversation without some sort of agreement.
“How many universities would accept a full-grown sea monster into their halls, Signore Bonetti?” Luca asked bluntly. Thin lips open and closed in an “o” shape. The mustache covering the top half of his mouth reminded Luca of an octopus who couldn’t quite catch its food. He decided to keep that thought to himself.
“Actually, quite a few would be ecstatic, if you were willing to supply their science departments with some information.”
Luca clasped his hands to keep them from shaking. “I will not be some science project that is locked away and never seen again.” He said firmly.
The headmaster quickly backpedaled, “No, no of course not! We would never allow-”
“I’ve seen what humans do to those they consider different. Fear is a powerful, if uneducated, weapon. If I am to go to any university, I do not want them to know about my…background, as you say.” Luca smiled condescendingly.
The bald man paled, his eyes round with shock.
“No, mio ragazzo, I don’t think that would be wise.”
“Bene, if that is everything, I need to head back to class.” Luca stood, he considered the colorful papers on the desk before grabbing the lot and turning towards the door. Signore Bonetti stuttered a farewell to his retreating figure. He didn’t look back.
“What’s got you looking so glum, chum?” Dante’s question sprayed crumbs everywhere, much to the rest of the group’s disgust. Luca glared up at his large friend, dusting the rejected food off of his copy of ‘Fantastic Mr. Fox’.
“Is it really that hard to swallow first then speak, Castello?” Luisa asked, her cupid bow lips curled in distaste.
Dante rubbed a large hand across his face, dispelling a few straggling crumbs from his mouth. Without saying anything, he stared challengingly into Luisa’s eyes and took a larger bite of a dinner roll, the crumbs falling to their doom. Luisa scoffed and turned back to braiding Giulia’s red locks in intricate patterns. Giulia hadn’t said much during their lunch hour, and if Luca had to guess, he would wager having Luisa sit so close with her hands combing through her hair had something to do with it.
They were currently sat outside on the campus grounds, good weather permitting it. Around them, other students sat on benches or laid out on the grass, soaking up the weak rays of spring sunshine. Today, Luisa brought an intricate blanket that they all rested on, with Luca lying on his stomach and Dante munching beside him sitting cross-legged. A very flushed Giulia sat leaning back so that Luisa could access her hair easily.
Dante made to speak again, but Luca interrupted him. “I’ll tell you if you promise to keep your mouth shut and your food inside it.” The larger teen rolled his sky-blue eyes in annoyance but didn’t say anything, much to everyone’s relief.
“The headmaster wants me to start applying to universities.” Luca started, immediately his friends turned to him, their expressions matching.
“Cosa?!” Their table received several odd looks from the surrounding students who were simply trying to enjoy their meals.
“Yeah, that’s what I said. Apparently, there are universities already showing interest in me.”
“You don’t think they know about, ya know.” Giulia mimicked swimming, wincing when Luisa yanked her head back into place so she could continue braiding.
“I honestly don’t know, I told Signore Bonetti I don’t want universities to know about it, I didn’t think to ask if he’d already brought it up.” Luca allowed his head to rest heavily against the pages of his book. Up close, the letters were indiscernibly blurry.
“I’ve never heard of a sophomore applying for university before, my mom has never allowed it. Have you been getting tens this whole time?” Dante looked at him incredulously. A red flush crept its way up Luca’s neck.
“That and a few extra-curricular.” He mumbled. Who knew joining the swim team and being the chess club captain would be so impressive?
“Aspettare, why aren’t you happy? Isn’t this a good thing?” Luisa intervened, her honey eyes never leaving her work.
“I dunno, I’m worried about more people finding out, and then there’s Alb- my family, I don’t want to make any decisions without them.”
Giulia shot him a look through her curtain of hair, he responded by nudging her foot with his book. They hadn’t spoken much since that incident happened, something that Luca wasn’t eager to change.
“Ya know, I’ve heard my mom talk about these exchanges that universities will offer to promising students for a few weeks.” Dante tapped his lips thoughtfully. “You’d have to wait until the summer after next to do it, but that would allow you the chance to experience college life without the full commitment.”
“Veramente?” Luca felt a flicker of hope and excitement flicker in his stomach.
“Yeah, take a few classes, sleep in one of the dorms, meet your professors, etc. That kind of stuff.” Dante waved his hand nonchalantly, “You know my mom would be happy to help, it’s her job, but, like, she reaaally likes you. So, instant win.” He popped a cherry tomato into his mouth.
The bell sounded, causing the group of teens to quickly finish what they were doing. With a hum of contentment, Luisa tied Giulia’s hair and helped the other girl to her feet. Dante and Luca helped wrap the blanket up neatly, being sure to shake out any remains of Dante’s lunch. The group split into two and headed to their respective classrooms with the promise to meet after school per usual. Luca’s last two classes of the day were physics and music, and he hurried towards his physics class which rested resentfully on the other side of the school.
As he passed a darkened alcove, his ears picked up the sounds of muffled giggles and whispers. He slowed down against his better judgment and peered around the corner of faded, blue lockers that lined the walls. Two boys, at least a year older than him, were leaning against each other in the darkened hallway. The tall, lanky blonde Luca recognized from the group of teens that Luisa had soaked near the beginning of the school year. The shorter brunette was unrecognizable, especially with him facing away from Luca and most of his body being overshadowed by Lanky.
He knew he was interrupting a private moment, but Luca couldn’t find it within himself to look away. Lanky leaned down and began to gently press kisses to Brunette’s neck who laughed breathlessly in response. Luca felt his stomach flip at the sight, and if he gripped his books harder than necessary, well, that was nobody else’s business. He wondered if Alberto would kiss him like that, or if he would prefer to have his own neck pressed with gentle ministrations. The thought made him sigh forlornly and rest his head non too gently on the lockers before remembering he wasn’t alone. The two boys jerked apart as if burned but Luca was already turning the corner at the end of the hallway before either could see him.
03 Maggio 1970
“Finalmente!” Luisa exclaimed, slumping against her towel in the sand. Luca could only continue to itch at his skin, flakes peeling off and leaving red scores wherever his nails scraped. Next to him, Dante was already removing his clothing, the pale moonlight making his skin glow like marble. The tall Italian hid a yawn behind his hand, his eyelids still struggling to carry their own weight. Due to both Luca and Luisa being sea monsters, it was agreed that they couldn’t attend the beach during the day where people might see them. Thus, it had become a monthly ritual for midnight swims since Luca’s first year in Genoa. With the weather being too cold during the winter, Luca had to settle for long soaks in Signora Mia’s bath.
However, this time around his skin had felt particularly itchy, and transforming during his morning showers had revealed new scales pushing underneath his older ones. He had panicked and ran from the bathroom with nothing but a towel and a shriek. After a rushed phone call with his mother, Luca learned about the extra joys of growth spurts and puberty.
“You’re going to have to swim daily to help your body push out the old scales,” his mother explained in her matter-of-fact way. “Your tail fins especially will need the help and they’re also going to be the sorest.” Daniela’s voice turned sympathetic. “Just a few weeks more and then you’ll be home, we can help manage it from there.”
So, for the past week, Luca with his trio of friends would all pile into Mia’s small, bright yellow Fiat and drive the half-hour to the ocean at three in the morning. Without a second thought, he was in the water, pushing through briny waves allowing the ocean to peel scales away with gentle brushes. His mother had been right, his tail was instantly sore once it unfurled in the waves. The spines along his fins were growing longer and sharper, their bases pink with tender new skin. Luca did his best to stretch his body gently in the dark waters, taking brief breaks to check his location in comparison to everyone else on the beach. The signora could be seen snoring loudly on her quilt and Dante was doing his best impression of a starfish, his face mashed into the corner of the quilt. The only two who weren’t passed out were Giulia and Luisa, who appeared to be in serious conversation near the water’s edge.
Luca dove back into the cool depths, the water burned his eyes in a barely noticeable way, and he wondered if it was because more tourists visited Genoa in comparison to Porto Rosso. There were also fewer fish here, although a stray school of fish could be found here or there. He felt a familiar tug in his chest at the thought of Porto Rosso’s waters. The year was finally coming to an end, with finals taking place for the next few weeks, and then Giulia and he would be heading home. Luca grinned freely as he thought about Alberto again, the tug growing stronger in his chest the more he thought about him. He wanted so badly to talk to his friend about his newfound feelings, but there was also the risk of losing Alberto over said feelings. And then there was the decision of attending university in two years, who knew what could happen during that time? The fifteen-year-old groaned in frustration, sending a burst of bubbles to the surface. A smoothhound shark swam past him, appearing to roll its eyes at his dramatics. Luca stuck his tongue out in defense, not willing to argue with a shark at the moment.
When he rolled onto the beach with a swell, the sun was beginning to crest over the ocean’s face. Giulia and Luisa both nodded to him, neither having moved from their spot on the sand.
“Did you want to swim a bit before we head back?” Luca asked Luisa, already knowing the answer. The Sicilian girl smiled gently at his offer before shaking her head in a negative.
“Is it a self-conscious thing because I totally get that. But just to be very clear, you have nothing to be embarrassed about.” Luca balked at Giulia’s sudden boldness. The redhead in question looked at him as if to ask why he’d let her say that her face turning the same shade as her locks. “Sorry,” she muttered, wrapping her arms around her knees. “that was too much.”
Luisa had the most genuine smile on her face that Luca had seen in their entire time together. She wrapped arms the color of caffè around Giulia, pressing her grin into her shoulder.
“You’re too cute, Giulietta.”
Giulia looked dazed out of her mind, her face the definition of a satellite that had gone to space and made no motion of returning to earth.
Pulling away, Luisa’s expression turned carefully neutral, and she appeared to be at war with something in her thoughts. As the sun began to pour its warm rays along the sandy shores of Genoa, the young sea monster seemed to come to terms with something. Sighing, she gracelessly flopped forward and began to push her fingers deep beneath the sand’s surface.
“When I was really small, I was taken from my parents by fishermen.” Luisa began slowly, “I was sold to a Circo da baraccone in Napoli, and I was their star of the show. The circus was filled with other people who had anomalies, like me. For the most part, they were really nice.”
“For the most part?” Luca asked quietly. He suddenly felt oddly cold, even with the rays drying his skin.
“Our… master,” Luisa bared her teeth at the word, “was not kind. He wanted perfection instantly and he was very greedy, he barely met our basic needs for food and water. Instead, he would spend money on alcohol and parties with powerful people.” Luisa traced vicious lines through the sand, contrasting light and dark with her fingers.
“When he was particularly ubriaco, he would wake us up at all hours of the night and run through shows with us. Every time we would make a mistake, he would use his whip.” Her fingers stopped. “I was just seven years old.” She whispered.
Beside her, Giulia had become rigid, her face pale and her cheeks were glistening with tears.
“One night, he was more violent than usual, and he knocked over a lantern. The whole circus went up in flames. In all the chaos, my tank broke and I was afraid I would die without water, I’d never made the change before. When I realized I could breathe, it didn’t matter because the fire was too big by that point. The smoke and heat were everywhere, and I couldn’t run.
“But then, Marta came back for me.” Luisa gave a small smile and finally met their stricken gazes.
“She carried me to safety, and we escaped together, never once looking back.”
“Is that what brought you here to Genoa?” Giulia’s voice shook, though she tried to hide it. Luisa turned to her and laced their fingers together and they both held on tightly.
“No, I was only nine. Marta tried to help me find my parents, but I couldn’t remember where I had been taken from and I couldn’t find other sea monsters near Napoli. Actually,” she finally looked at Luca, “you’re the first one I’ve encountered in all these years.”
“I’m sorry,” Luca murmured. Luisa raised her eyebrows in question.
“Don’t be,” She answered easily, though her voice caught, “for the first time, in a long time, I have hope.”
“Anyways,” she continued, “we moved to Sicily to avoid recognition and Marta did what she could to teach me how to be a human, including teaching me my letters and numbers. Eventually, she was able to enroll me into a school.” Here, she frowned.
“I didn’t mean to reveal myself, but there was an accident with water, and I changed. I escaped school, which wasn’t hard to do when everyone is afraid of you. Marta and I fled here and changed our names, she’s sacrificed for me so much and I feel terrible about it.” Tears began to leave pink scale marks over her skin.
“No,” Luca corrected gently. He shared a look with Giulia, and wordlessly they embraced the weeping teen. “You did what you had to to survive. And there is no guilt or shame in that.” Luisa sobbed harder, years of heartache bleeding out and dampening the crystals of sand. They stayed that way until there was no guilt left.
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Ferdibert touch prompt number 23 under the sub category of "touching"
Ferdinand sustains an wound after a battle. Hubert is there to stitch it up while also (unintentionally) acting like a mother to him.
Then Hubert realised what he has said and basically looks very embarrasingly cute.
I am LOVING writing all this Ferdibert, tysm for requesting!!!!
A tw/cw ahead for some depictions of violence and gore, though I've tried to keep it to a minimal!
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Hubert can, one hundred percent, take care of himself – no questions asked.
Of course, some people (read: one) do not understand that, and some people (again, read: one) think throwing themselves in front not a threat Hubert was managing to save his life (which is very much not in danger) is a smart idea.
Which it isn’t.
Ferdinand gets pierced through the stomach by a lance of an opposing cavalier, and Hubert stares in horror as he falls off his horse, into the dirt.
He tries to speak but only ends up in staring, almost caught completely off guard by the cavalier before hitting them with a critical miasma. He falls to his knees, scrabbling to pick up Ferdinand’s whose skin has turned a pasty white.
“You fool,” he hisses between clenched teeth. “What was that-that stunt going to achieve?”
“They…” Ferdinand wheezes, holding back a grimace but failing. “…you…”
“Shut up,” Hubert snaps. “We need to get you to-” He lifts his head, eyes flicking around to see where everyone else is. Of course, of fucking course, Linhardt, the only healer they brought with them, is across the battlefield.
He stares down at the gaping wound in Ferdinand’s stomach, feeling his stomach curl as the man watches him with dull amber eyes.
“Hu…bert…” he croaks.
With a clenched jaw, Hubert kneels down by his side, holding his hands over the room. This might sting, is what he should say, to maybe warn Ferdinand beforehand.
However, he cannot let his fear get in the way of his pride.
Ferdinand grimaces as Hubert summons the little healing magic he knows and lets the magic slowly weave together the wound.
It barely does a thing, and for once in his life, he wishes he’d learnt more of this so he wouldn’t leave Ferdinand bleeding out in the midst of a battle. “You’re a fool,” he mutters as he picks the limp man up in his arms, trying to regain his shaky breaths. “An utterly irresponsible fool. What did you think you could achieve with-with running out there like that? You always do this – you’re reckless and you don’t at all listen to Lady Edelgard’s orders. And for what? I didn’t even need your help, I was fine.”
“Hubert…” Ferdinand repeats, words slurring. “Why…” He breaks off into a coughing fit. “…thought you didn’t… like me…”
Oh.
Well.
That would be rather hard to explain.
Instead of answering, he warps them away, and they appear in the medical tent, Ferdinand almost slipping out of Hubert’s grip as his arms give an involuntary shudder.
“I didn’t want you to get hurt,” he suddenly mumbles, causing Hubert to flinch. “I…” He breaks off as a healer takes him away from Hubert. “…thought you didn’t care… about me…”
He stares. “I-”
His feels heat rise to his cheeks and tries to ignore the blush blossoming across his face. I shouldn’t have let my tongue slip.
“I… care about you too…” Ferdinand croaks, before his eyes shut, and he gets placed on a bed by a healer.
I have it bad, Hubert thinks as he exits to re-join the battle. And maybe he does too.
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My Top Posts in 2021
#5
ugly sweaters + mistletoe
christmas headcanons for the evans
unrelated note: it is the end of november, and i am literally so excited for christmas! i've put up my tree and cute aesthetic lights etc, and i can't wait. i love the whole vibe of christmas, with the music, and the gift shopping. where i live it is summer in december; really want to experience a white chistmas one day if i go traveling. anyway, back to the evans.
tate:
likes watching christmas slasher/horror films (would have actually enjoyed that one episode of ahs stories where it was those youtubers and the santa killer)
also enjoys the film home alone, and likes to set up traps like in the movie, to see how many other ghosts or house guests he can terrorize
tate is definitely one for chonky blankets and cuddles with his s/o
oh yeah, and christmas sweaters!
on halloween he'll always sneak off to the nearest store and buy you a little something, that he hides away until christmas
he'll wrap the gift up very messily, and always gives it to you as soon as you wake up on december 25th
kyle:
loves the idea of kissing under the mistletoe
he will go to cordelia's greenhouse and wreck havoc (seriously, he'd make a huge mess) just to find a sprig of mistletoe
would sneak up behind you and tap your shoulder, only for you to turn around to him standing there holding the mistletoe above your heads, lips puckered waiting for a kiss
tried to make a gingerbread house one year but screwed it up and got so angry he crushed it with his fist and came crying to you
you fixed it with an easy flick of your wrist, to which he responded with cute, amazed, puppy eyes
james:
wouldn't like christmas as it is traditionally christian holiday
would tolerate the christmas trees and decorations liz and iris put around the hotel
he does enjoy the gift-giving element however, as any chance to spoil his dearly beloved, he will take!
does however, fondly remember a few christmases as a young child; sitting with his mother at the fire, watching snow fall, playing with little wooden toys giftted to him
sometimes his father would work late, leaving himself and his mother alone - those were his favourite moments
kai:
celebratory manwiches
huge cult christmas party for the boys
"speedwagon! where the fuck are my peppermint-cranberry-kool-aid shots???!!!"
(these above hcs all would occur before winter's death)
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#4
good old-fashioned lover boy
hey! this is my entry for @americxn writing competition (congrats on 1k followers!!) i used one of the fluff prompts but also kinda delves into deeper stuff idk. i am thinking i will also upload an angst one too maybe... anyway, enjoy <3
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- tw: mentions of abuse, domestic violence, scars
- word count: 1,905
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You rap lightly on the door; room 78. You dust off the creases in your dress as you hear footsteps approach the door.
"Dearest," James March greets you, pecking each of your cheeks. "How delighted I am to host you this evening." He shuts the door and takes your hand, leading you over to the dining table. Hazel Evers, his loyal maid, potters around the table. James is clearly irritated by the fact that she is yet to clear off.
"Miss Evers!" her beady eyes dart up from her work, casting you a sharp glare. "If you will excuse us..." he indicates to the door, with a cock of his head.
"Of course, Mr March." She hurries past and lets herself out unwillingly.
"I'm terribly sorry, darling," he sighs. Your hand is still in the clutch of your lover's. "Oh, applesauce!" You couldn't help but giggle at his remark. Some of the vocabulary he used was very outdated. But you found it sweet. "It completely slipped my mind... I thought it was rather quiet in here." James let go of your hand and pranced over to the record player. He fumbled around for a few moments, eyes searching through the extensive collection of vinyls. You placed your chin on his shoulder, and arms around his waist.
"What are you looking for?"
At last, he pulls out a record with a satisfied smile. "Louis Armstrong... I find his voice to be rather... riveting. Reminds me of my days at university, finding my footing in the world as a young man." He placed the stylus on the record, and soon the smooth, sensual harmony of jazz filled the room.
"My dear," he began. "May I have this dance. I do believe our repast will survive a few moments longer. I must say, it is not uncommon for me to scald my tongue on hot meals."
"I'd be delighted, kind sir." His hand grasped your waist and soon your bodies were moving as one. James seemed to be in a rather cheerful mood this evening, as he twirled you away from him. He was a talented dancer, proficient in everything from the waltz to the Charleston.
Once the two of you had finished dancing, James lead you over to the dining table, his hand resting on the small of your back. Candles and baskets of bread rolls sat on a crisp, linen tablecloth, the warm light flickering off the walls. James pulled out a chair for you, before seating himself adjacent to yourself. You lifted up the silver cloche to reveal a plate of roast meat, accompanied by an array of vegetables.
"Thank god," James sighed with relief. "If she was to serve us chipped beef one more time, I fear I would have imploded, my dear." He lit a cigarette, his quellazaire perched daintily between his fore and middle fingers.
"Champagne, darling?" He offered you, pulling the bottle from the ice bucket.
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#3
that time of the month is it?
how the evans would comfort you during your period
Tate:
wouldn't really know that much about it or what girls go through
"every month? fuck! that's intense"
he would love to lie in bed with you all day
even if you were feeling fine, he'd still make excuses for you to stay in bed just so he could cuddle with you
"y/n... are you sure your head is feeling okay? you'd better just stay here, just to be sure"
listen to nirvana and eat chocolate
if you bled on his sheets, he wouldn't mind at all
you'd feel really bad, but he'd assure you it was fine
"nah, don't worry about it, baby"
Kit:
Kit is a lady's man and a feminist, so would be fairly well educated
"women go through shit, while us guys just stand around and overexaggerate getting hit in the balls"
before you moved in together, he'd keep a kit (lmao get it) in the bathroom with all the feminine hygiene products you could possibly need, for when you stayed over
"that time of the month is it, honey?" placing a kiss on your forehead
would run you hot baths, and maybe join you if you wanted ;)
make you whatever food you wanted, whenever you wanted (but I mean he does this anyway so...)
backrubs and shoulder massages
Jimmy:
honestly wouldn't care if you bled on his bed
only has one set of sheets for his bed and barely ever washes them
like he wouldn't care as in he wouldn't even bother to get the stain out, however, you would insist, and wash the sheets for him
Jimmy would ensure Elsa wouldn't make you perform if you weren't up to it
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#2
Poetic Lovers
austin sommers x fem!reader
note:
- tw: not exactly smut or nfsw, but sexual themes discussed
- I apologise for any mistakes, just wanted to get this posted and didn't do the most thorough edit
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Y/n!" Austin grinned brightly as he welcomed you into his home, kissing you on either cheek. "So good to see you! So glad you could make it!"
You smiled shyly as he put his arm around your shoulders, walking you over to his chaise. You sat down, feeling the luxurious vinyl under your hands, while he wandered over to the mini-bar. You'd had a huge crush on Austin since the moment you first laid eyes on him, singing his heart out at the local bar. But there was no way he felt the same... in fact, you were pretty certain he wasn't even into women. Tonight was simply an evening of two friends getting together to drink and talk about literature. And you were expecting nothing more than that.
"Drink for you, ma'am?"
"Oh, please."
"What 'you up for?" you watched as his fingers nimbly prepared two glasses and fumbled through the extensive collection of liquor. "French martini? Mint julep? Bourbon?"
"I'll just have whatever you're having."
"Oh, sweetheart, no need to be so polite... but how does a julep sound? I am really fancying that ziiiinnngggg this evening."
"Perfect... reminds me of a summer's day. Kinda what you need living in a place like this," you reply awkwardly.
"Ha! I remember I hooked up with this guy this one time in the summer..."
There. He said it. He was gay. As much as you knew this would be the case, you couldn't help but feel heartbroken to know you'd never be anything more than friends.
"...worst screw of my life, by the way. Anyway, he had a bit of a thing for Hollywood, so we climbed the 'o' of the Hollywood sign, and just did it then and there. Mind you we were sky-high on grass."
"Huh... hilarious." You forced a smile.
"What about you?" He asked, carrying over your two drinks and seating himself in front of you. "Any sex horror stories?"
You took a sip of your beverage. "Well... there was this one time..."
"Oh yes! This is gonna be good!!" Austin clapped his hands together enthusiastically. "Paint me a picture with your words, y/n."
"So there was this one guy who I met at the club. He seemed really sweet so I invited him back to mine. Usually, I'm not into one-night-stands, but I was trying to get over someone at the time. So we got to it and then he suddenly," you let a chuckle escape your lips. "He just started roaring like a lion! Like so loudly."
"A lion?!"
"Yeah!"
"Oh, y/n, that is a killer!" Austin slapped his hand against his leg as he laughed. "How did you react?"
"Well he had his eyes closed while he was doing it so he couldn't see my reaction, but I was weirded out. Like, he didn't just do it once, it continued on for minutes." You scrunched your face up in disgust. "And then he started licking my arms and my face. Not in a hot way... in a weird-ass way."
"I have to say," he was still hysterical. "That is a banger! Lion-man and Hollywood hookup? It seems we both don't have the best luck when it comes to our sex-lives!"
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#1
'does a chicken have lips?'
aka (super) random and oddly specific headcanons for the evans that just make sense
tate:
sings all the time
thinks he is kurt cobain
loves his showers, this man will spend 30 minutes in the hot water if you let him
oh and obviously he loves to sing and pretend he is kurt cobain in the shower
“I FEEL STUPID... DUH NUH NUH NUH! HERE WE ARE NOW! ENTERTAIN US!”
this annoys the hell out of the tear-jerker (aka b*n harmon)
likes to sit cross-legged on the floor
tate loves lemonade, especially homemade; if he was able to leave the house he would have been the one to buy lemonade from kids with stalls out the front of their homes
owns like 12 pairs of black converse (all at varying stages of wear and tear)
kit:
loves poetry and would leave ripped-out pages from his poetry books on your pillow or in your closet on your coat for you to find
kit is a literature enthusiast and book worm; he loves to read. he'll sit for hours on the porch, cigarette, and book in hand
a stickler for sunday roasts and early morning drives
a feminist and a ladies man
drinks his coffee black
kit loves tomatoes... like anything tomato... tomato soup, tomato sandwiches, tomato salad, tomato juice, roast tomatoes etc.
if kit lived in 2021, he'd be one of those cool hipster (minus the beard) plant dads who spends all day in a coffee shop
i feel like he would make a good architect? i dont' know why, just gives off those vibes you know?
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October 23
Fictober, Prompt 23 - "This time, do what I say."
Original fiction, fantasy/horror.
Warnings: monsters/gross monster corpses (no great detail).
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I slashed out, separating the head of the last shuffling monster from its body. It collapsed to the ground with an unpleasant squelch. I turned a quick, full circle to make sure that it really was the last one, then flicked as much ichor off my blade as possible before sheathing it.
The suddenness of the attack had startled me, even though I should have known better. I closed my eyes, getting my instincts under control, though undoubtedly my companions would have gotten a look at my eyes and face by now.
The suspicious part of my mind wondered if the one had been trying to provoke an attack deliberately, in the hopes that I would reveal myself. I didn’t think he was that much of an idiot, or that desperate, but I couldn’t be completely sure, not having known any of these people long.
Still, they had hired me to do a job and paid fairly for it, so I would see it done.
But I’d keep my guard up while I did it.
Under control, I stalked back over to where the whole group had, fortunately, listened to my last instruction to take cover.
“Out,” I said brusquely, jerking a thumb. Terrified, stumbling, they made their way out from under the rock overhang, gaping at me and shying away from the monster remains scattered around us. The corpses would collapse fully into ichor, but not for a couple of hours yet.
“Is it now clear to all of you,” and here I turned narrowed eyes on the man who had attracted the monsters’ attention in the first place, “that I am not exaggerating the dangers here?”
They were all silent, wide-eyed…but they all nodded.
“You’re not…” one of the women started, her voice barely a whisper.
“Human? No, not as such,” I said crisply. “That has not changed the fact that you hired me to be your guide, that I intend to do my job, and that I am your only hope of making it through alive. Are we clear on these points as well?”
Nods again, all around.
“Fine,” I said. “If you do, in fact, want to make it to your destination in one piece, then this time, do what I say.”
With that, I turned and set off again, picking my way carefully through the corpses, moving slowly enough that they could match my path, if they paid attention. Once we were out on the clear path again (such as it was), I turned one last time for a headcount.
Everyone was still with me.
I hadn’t yet lost anyone getting through the Barrens, and I didn’t intend to start now.
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I am asking for Summertime prompt 42, because I can totally relate to that (not being naked, but being that HOT). Whenever you have time. I wouldn't mind a Malek Twins appearance, BUT whatever you decide to write will be delightful.
42.Standing naked in front of the fridge or freezer to cool down and getting caught.
I loved writing this—hope you enjoy!
Warning for language and nudity, even though I’m labeling this as fluff (18+).
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“Two weeks in LA, babe. You’re gonna love it!” he said.
“Of course we have central air—why the hell wouldn’t we?” he said.
“I’ve got some bad news,” he said as soon as your plane landed.
“Of course we have central air,” you mimicked in Rami’s voice as you thunked down the wooden stairs of the Maleks’ house. “Why the hell wouldn’t we?”
Dressed only in a cotton tank-top and underwear, you assumed that Sami was a heavy sleeper like his brother and forewent adding any other clothes.
You checked the temperature on your phone and even though it said it was currently 75°F (23°C) out, the house felt like it was still 95°F (35°C).
The last thing you wanted to be was a spoilsport the first time you visited Rami’s home, but the heat made you miserable. Even though it wasn’t Rami’s fault their central air picked the day before your arrival to explode, you felt betrayed—like you now had to fake every happy emotion you would normally be feeling . . . if there were air conditioning.
Rummaging through what was essentially Sami’s freezer, you felt a small tug of happiness as you found a box of popsicles. They were old and covered with light granules of ice, but you tore into the wrapper like a racoon in the garbage and moaned as soon as the cold treat made contact with your tongue.
After you shut the door, the sticky heat in the kitchen clung to your skin with an appalling thickness. Your popsicle melted, drops of orange clinging to your fingertips at an alarming rate.
With a frustrated growl, you bit off one more chunk, then threw the rest of it in the sink, intending to fish the stick out after it melted.
In .3 seconds, you mentally groused as you ran cold water over your fingers to get rid of the residue.
You thought again about how good it had felt standing in front of the freezer door and gave it a side-eye as you considered your options.
With a shrug of your shoulders, you peeled off your sweaty tank-top and flung open the freezer door, giggling like a mad woman as the cold air washed over your bare torso, and for the first time since your plane touched down, you felt like your skin wasn’t a burden.
“Mmm. That’s the ticket,” you moaned as you turned around to let your back cool off.
Your eyes were shut and your face was split into a joyful grin as you sank in a little closer to the cool air of the freezer.
Alas, your moment of blissful cool was only just that: a moment. The kitchen light flicked on and you jumped, your mouth opening to let loose a throaty scream . . .
. . . which only intensified as your eyes connected with eyes that were almost, almost Rami’s.
“I heard—I—oh fuck! I’m sorry!” Sami stuttered as he looked from your chest to your face and back again, his eyes going impossibly wide before he shook his head and turned around, nearly slamming into the doorframe in his haste to make it back upstairs.
You hadn’t moved since you stopped screaming, paralyzed with the shock of having just exposed yourself to your boyfriend’s twin.
You turned around and laid your head on the top shelf, resting your forehead against a bag of frozen peas and wondering why the universe hated you—or let you make such horrible decisions.
“Y/N?” Rami questioned, his voice thick with sleep.
“Oh my god!” you growled, yanking your head off the shelf, the bag of peas sticking to your forehead before falling to the floor as you whirled around. “Don’t you two fucking sleep?!”
“Huh?”
You turned around and Rami’s eyes widened as he registered that you were topless. His face was a masterpiece of confusion and despite your embarrassment, you just started laughing.
You laughed as you shut the door and picked up your tank-top off the counter, hastily pulling it over your head as you slowly gained control over your laughter and pulled a still-sleepy Rami out of the kitchen and toward the stairs.
Flicking off the light, you followed him as he slowly ascended and said, “There’s a good chance your brother is never going to let me visit again.”
Rami paused mid-step and turned to look down at you.
“So I did hear a scream? Fuck—thought I was dreaming.”
“Nope. I screamed like a blonde in a horror film.”
Rami blinked, then shook his head and chuckled.
“And Sami saw your tits?”
“Both of them—fully on display.”
Rami snorted with laughter and turned back around, finishing his ascent.
“I’m guessing by the scream you knew it was him, then? Not me.”
“Rami—you don’t look anything alike to me.”
“Bet you wish you thought we did. You could convince yourself it was me, sleep walking.”
You pushed his shoulder.
“You’re never gonna let me forget this, are you?”
“I have half a mind to go see what Sami thought—I mean, you do have great tits.”
“Rami! I—”
“You’ll what? Go sleep with Sami?” he snickered as he climbed into bed, his eyes awake, inwardly lit with a wickedness that either meant he was going to tease you until you begged him to stop or fuck you while you begged him to never stop. And it was entirely too hot to fuck.
“You’re going to spend the rest of the night thinking of ways to incorporate this horrid event into every conversation for the next two weeks, aren’t you?”
“I love how well you know me, babe.”
You groaned and climbed into bed, kicking the sheets far away from you.
“Hey—” Rami interjected as he pulled them back up over his waist. “I’m cold.”
“That’s it. I’m sleeping on the sofa,” you said as you moved to wriggle back out of bed.
Rami laughed and grabbed your wrist, pulling hard enough to prevent you from getting up.
“I’ll stop—promise.”
“For how long?”
“Til morning,” he mumbled sleepily, a shit-eating grin still on his face as his eyes blinked at a slower and slower pace.
“Goodnight . . . shithead.”
“Night, flasher,” he breathed without missing a beat.
You closed your eyes and counted to ten, a tactic you had to employ on occasion since you fell head over heels in love with someone who still chose to show affection through teasing.
As you drifted off to sleep, the last thing you remembered was the stuttering look of horror on poor Sami’s face.
Breakfast was going to be . . . interesting.
#rami malek#rami malek x reader#female reader#guest starring sami#fluff#BUT nudity and language#rami malek fluff
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Miraculous Holidays: Snowed In
Written for @wearemiraculous
This prompt was requested by the amazing @gabriel-fucking-agreste for Gabriel, Nathalie, and Jagged, and because I love you lots, there is a vampire.
Days 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28:
“Well, this is certain to cause us trouble.” Gabriel frowned at the snow and sleet raining down outside the window. “Jagged, I think it would be best if you retreat to one of the guest rooms. I can lock you in for your own safety.”
The other man visibly bristled as he leaned against the wall. “I’m not an animal, mate. Believe it or not, I can survive being snowed in with you two without ripping your throats out.” He flashed a wide smile that showcased two delicate fangs. “Might be fun though. Besides, if you’re going to lock me up, you should lock up your sweet lil pup too.”
Nathalie scowled at him. “It’s not even close to the full moon. I’m in no danger of transforming here.”
“Wonder if there’s an old tale about this somewhere. A vampire, a werewolf, and a changeling snowed in late at night in the middle of nowhere...” Jagged chuckled to himself. “Who will survive, who will thrive....”
Gabriel turned away from the window and pinched the bridge of his nose, pushing his glasses up in agitation. “Please don’t call me that.”
“S’whatcha are, Gabe. Wee little Fae babe who was left to be raised by humans.”
Nathalie stepped between the men with a put upon sigh. “Since we don’t know how long we’re going to be here, perhaps it would be wise to take stock of our supplies instead of snipping at each other. Jagged, did you bring any bagged blood with you?”
“Don’t drink the stuff, pet. I like my blood alive. Besides, thought we were only up here for the day. Meeting of the supernatural minds for the Winter Solstice and all that.”
“In other words, you’re unprepared.” She turned to Gabriel. “Do you think we can expect any of the others to make it here before things get too bad?”
“I think they’ve already gone bad unfortunately. I don’t believe anyone could make it in a storm like this. We should’ve left earlier before we got stuck here ourselves.”
Jagged pushed away from the wall. “Well, as much fun as it would be to watch you two moan and groan about our predicament the rest of the night, the cold doesn’t much bother me so I think I’ll be off.”
Nathalie snorted. “You can’t be serious.”
“Course I am. Not all warm blooded like you lot. I can walk right out of here.”
“You’d freeze,” she replied incredulously. “You wouldn’t make it to the nearest town before you froze in place and had to wait to thaw like everything else. Even you have limitations.”
“Let him go. It’d make the stay much more pleasant,” Gabriel remarked. “Would you like to go see what the food situation is like? It’d be best to settle that early.”
“That sounds reasonable,” she agreed, following him towards the kitchen.
“I mean it. I’m leaving,” Jagged called after them. “Not waiting around.”
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“I’m starving,” Jagged whined, draping himself across the couch. “I’ve got bags under my eyes and my skin’s looking all waxy. I hate when my skin looks waxy.”
“Perhaps you should’ve left five days ago when you threatened to.” Gabriel didn’t look up from his book. “You know where the door is.”
“I can’t go out in this state. I wouldn’t make it to the end of the driveway. This storm’s unnatural. There’s a witch or wizard or something behind it, mark my words.”
“I’ve been wondering about that actually.” Nathalie went to the wall of bookshelves and looked over the titles. “It might not be an accident we’re the only ones stuck here.”
Gabriel closed his book and looked to her across the room. “You really believe someone targeted the three of us?”
“I don’t know why they would. We’re only representatives, not necessarily important members of our groups, but it’s just a feeling.”
“Why’d you have to go and bring that up?” Jagged groaned. “You’ve gone and made me think and now my head hurts.” He closed his eyes and rubbed his temples. “See what you can find in those books about the Sacrifice of Three for the Solstice. And keep it down; I need a nap.”
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“Jagged? Are you awake?”
Jagged blinked blearily into the dim light of his room. “That you, pet?”
“You’re not doing well,” Nathalie said. “How long can you go without blood?”
“Indefinitely, really. Not a pretty picture though. Keep wasting away til--” His words were cut off by a rasping cough. He grimaced and wiped his mouth with a thin hand. “Another week or so and I’ll be little more than bones and skin.”
“That’s what I was afraid of.” She sat on the edge of his bed. Her mouth was set in a thin line of determination. “Can I trust you?”
“Trust me?” he mused. “With what, love?”
She swallowed thickly. “If I let you drink, you won’t take too much, right? Just enough to be okay.”
Jagged grunted in mild pain as he pushed himself up into a sitting position. “You want to give me blood?”
“No,” she admitted. “But after what you said the other day about the sacrifice, I started studying some of the books and I think you’re right. I think someone means for us to die here.”
His eyes sharpened on her. “And you don’t want to let that happen.”
“No.”
“What’s Gabe say about all this?”
“He...he doesn’t know about this.” Her eyes flicked downwards. “But he agrees about the sacrifice. We need to make a plan, the three of us. We’ll be out of food soon too, and the full moon is coming. I can feel it. The two of you won’t survive in here with me. I can’t control myself.”
“I think you should give yourself more credit than that.”
“It’s not about credit; it’s about the facts.”
“I doubt Gabe has reservations about letting me wither away,” Jagged pointed out. “Why not just save yourselves?”
“Gabriel doesn’t want you to die. Not really. He would want you to think that, but...” She trailed off and shook her head. “Do you want this or not?” She held out her hand, wrist up.
“Is that where you want me to drink from, dearest?” Jagged’s voice was low as he shifted beside her. He brushed her hair behind her ear and relished her shiver.
“I...wherever you think is best.”
He smiled and leaned in, brushing his nose against the sensitive skin just below her ear. “I have ideas of what is best, pet, but we’ll save those for another time.”
She shook slightly as he wrapped himself around her. “Is it going to hurt?” she whispered, baring her neck.
“In the best way,” he promised before he pressed his lips to her throat.
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“Help me move the drawers in front of the door,” Gabriel yelled, shoving his shoulder against the piece of heavy wooden furniture. Jagged joined him and they barricaded the door just as it shook on its hinges and a low rumbling growl sounded on the other side.
“Bloody hell, that happened fast.” Jagged yanked the other man’s arm hard, pulling him into the connected bathroom and slamming the door behind them. “She was just talking and then...” He shook his head. “I’ve seen weres change before but never like that. Has it always been that way for her?”
Gabriel sank down to the floor and dropped his head to his hands. “It’s never been that fast for her before. She usually can feel it coming and locks herself away. It’s so painful to hear but she insists I stay safe. Seeing her like that was...”
“Yeah.” Jagged put his back against the door for extra protection as he folded to the floor. “You think whoever has been causing this storm somehow caused her to transform early?”
“I suppose it’s possible.” He clenched his jaw. “Did you see her face when it began to happen? She was terrified. I’m going to kill whoever’s done this.”
“If they don’t kill us first,” Jagged sighed. He looked over the angst-ridden man across from him. “You love her, don’t you?”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” Gabriel snapped.
“I can see how you would. She’s easy to fall for. Smart, sexy, incredibly badass. I think I’m in love with her.”
“You can’t be serious.”
“Course I am.” Jagged eyed him. “You got a problem with that?”
“Wouldn’t matter if I did, I suppose.”
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“Come on, take some of my life force. Better me than our Nathalie. You’re looking rough, mate. No other way to go about it.”
Gabriel glared at Jagged but it lost most of its strength in his weakened state. “I won’t feed on either of you. I’m not that way.”
“Can’t keep denying what you are. Come on then. Show me those pretty, sharp teeth I know you have hiding in there.”
Gabriel’s eyes flashed glowing gold and he blinked it away. “Go to hell, Jagged.”
“Gabriel, please. We can’t lose you.” Nathalie brushed his hair away from his forehead. “There’s hardly any food left. You need to do this.”
He took in a rattling breath. “And what about you? You need food.”
She exchanged a quick look with Jagged before returning her attention to Gabriel. “I’m going to be fine, I promise.”
“Now feed on me, you stubborn ass.” Jagged jammed his forearm against Gabriel’s mouth and the other man cursed against his skin. His eyes flashed gold again and then he was biting into Jagged’s arm with elongated teeth. The other man went limp in his arms as a soft glow grew around them.
“That’s enough, Gabriel.” Nathalie pulled on his hair but he growled and tightened his grip on Jagged’s arm. “That’s enough!” she yelled, pulling his head back as hard as she could.
Gabriel gasped in surprise, gold eyes fading to gray blue and his sharp teeth shrinking back into their normal guise. He looked down at Jagged in horror. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry...I didn’t mean...”
Jagged coughed weakly and pushed himself up on his good arm. “S’all good, love. We’re all good.”
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“We can’t make it to spring like this. She’s not going to make it.” Gabriel wearily looked over at Nathalie’s sleeping form. “She hardly has the energy to stay awake for more than a couple hours at a time now.”
“Gonna turn her,” Jagged murmured tiredly. “But you’ll have to feed us both then. Wanted to wait as long as we could.”
“Will it work?”
“Don’t know,” he admitted. “Could kill her instead of turn her since she’s a wolf.”
“But we don’t have any other options. She’s going to die anyway.”
“Looks like.”
Gabriel closed his eyes. It was too hard to keep them open these days. “You think we can last?”
“I think we have to.”
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Gabriel limped out into the melting snow, feeling the sun on his skin for the first time in weeks. He took in a deep, shaky breath and let it out slowly. If they could last until sunset, they’d made it. They’d survived.
He went to his car and climbed inside with a shiver. It took a few tries, but the engine finally turned over and the sound of it idling was music to his ears. He turned it off and hobbled back inside. At dusk, he would take them out of this place. He would drive them somewhere safe and nurse them back to health. He would care for his vampires in a way that only he could and when they were finally strong again, they would fight back.
Gabriel smiled back up at sun before closing the cabin door one last time.
Buy me a cherry coke?
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Phone Call
[Day 3 of @mmangstweek | Prompt: Danger]
Also for the anon who requested prompt 23 from me last week.
Trigger warning: violence.
A cruel voice you didn’t recognise barely managed to get the words out. It sounded as though he was struggling against something.
“Why… talk… about… MC?!”
At the sound of your name your blood chilled. It couldn’t be--
“Ahh… Argh…” Yoosung’s voice was strained, as though someone had pinned him down while he tried to fight back. Yoosung… and Unknown.
Why was she hearing this? Did Unknown want to play around with her too?
“You feel pain, huh.” Unknown said, amusement in his voice. “Oh. You said your dream is to become a vet.”
“...How did you…?” Yoosung panted and then cried out in pain again when you heard a heavy smack ring over the phone.
“I know everything about you. Not just you but everyone in RFA.” Unknown said simply. There was another, heavier smack this time.
“Argh!” Yoosung cried out again, and your stomach felt sick. You’d been calling Yoosung for the past three hours and he hadn’t picked up, and now this? A call from Unknown so you could hear the mysterious man torture the person you loved.
“This is too cruel.” You whispered. “Leave him alone. Leave him alone!”
But if Unknown heard your protests through the call he didn’t let on.
“It’s so creepy to hear you actually calling him… Seven.” Unknown continued. “Don’t trust Luciel too much. He’s a liar.”
“No…” Yoosung struggled but to no avail.
You could hear the way Unknown smirked at him. “Now… let’s see how I can destroy your dream to become a vet. Hmmm…”
The pause that followed should have been silent but your head was pounding, heart racing. How could you help him? Where was he? And where was Seven - who had promised he’d look after Yoosung?
“Fingers?” Unknown asked playfully. “No… not fingers.”
You heard the undeniable flick of a knife and a gasp of horror from Yoosung. Immediately in your shock you came to. “Please… Please don’t hurt him! I’ll do anything! You can come and take the information from the apartment - I won’t tell anyone! Please just leave Yoosung alone!”
This time you did get a response.
“Oh? I forgot I was keeping someone on hold. That was rude of me. Maybe you’d like to say hello as well Yoosung?” You heard the phone on the other end get passed around and jolted as Unknown tried to restrain Yoosung for long enough to place the phone closer to him.
“Wh- What are you doing?” Yoosung asked, his voice weak.
“I thought you’d appreciate hearing her voice one last time. You could at least thank me.”
“MC…?”
“Yoosung!” You sobbed. “Where are you? Let me come to you - I can get Jumin to send people too, just tell me where you are!”
“It’s… too late for that.” Yoosung murmured softly. “Besides… I have no idea where I am either. Please don’t cry, MC. I don’t want you to be sad. I’ll be okay - it doesn’t even hurt that much.” As he said it, you heard another sickening thud and Yoosung cried out again, his breathing becoming more frantic.
“Were you acting tough because you thought I’d hang up on her soon?” Unknown teased coldly. “But that would be rude. We haven’t finished speaking to each other yet. She’ll be put on hold for a bit while I finish with you first.”
“Gah… argh.... M...C…” Yoosung choked out. “Hang… ngh… up… please!”
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” Unknown hissed. “I’ll do a lot more to make him suffer if you don’t listen to this properly.” You whimpered, but Unknown just laughed. “Shall we begin? Now… left one first I think…!”
Your body shook violently as Yoosung screamed in agony. Shaking, shaking, shaking, shaking…
“MC! MC!? Wake up! MC!” Your eyes shot open and you bolted upwards, tears already streaming down your face as your brain struggled to handle everything.
“Yoosung!” You sobbed into your hands, remembering that horrible moment when he revealed himself at the party with a bandage wrapped around his left eye. “Yoosung! I’m sorry… I’m so sorry… I couldn’t help… I couldn’t help you…!”
Warm arms wrapped around you, hugging you fiercely. “I’m here, MC. I’m right here. It’s okay jagiya. It was just a dream, okay? None of it was real.”
Your breaths continued raggedly but as Yoosung murmured sweet reassurances in your ear you were able to focus on calming down. He didn’t stop his hold around you, and began to rub your back soothingly.
“It… felt so real.” You whispered at last. “The day you got hurt… Unknown made me listen to it… all of it. You were in so much pain.”
He kissed your hair. “I’m with you right now. I’ll always be with you. That day was a turning point in my life - it made me realise how precious my time with you is. I only regret how much I made you worry when it felt like I’d just disappeared.”
You hugged him back, sniffling. “You really made me worry a lot.”
He tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear. “I know, honey. I’m sorry. But I’ll always be here to hold you like this whenever you need me. You can always lean on me, jagiya. I want to be someone you can always rely on, and someone who always makes you feel safe.”
You held each other for a few more moments before you both sunk back under the bed covers, and you let your head rest on his chest. This way you felt protected. It was okay. You were okay.
Yoosung wasn’t going anywhere.
“Goodnight, Yoosungie.”
“Good night MC. I love you.”
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October Prompts - 23
Note: I’m still running a day behind, but should catch up over the weekend :)
Prompt - “Fear is the dark room where the Devil develops his negatives.”- Gary Busey
It took time and careful planning, but Aziraphale was nothing if not infernally patient.
One had to calculate the time, the place, the precautions one needed to take and, when the glorious day came, make sure that a certain angel had no suspicions of both where you were and what you were up to. Bribery had played no small part in the affair.
Aziraphale tapped the flat of his knife against his palm.
He was seated in a non-descript alleyway, not far off one of the main roads of Mumbai. It was grimy and grim, but even in the worst places, one could be surprised by a blessing, which was certainly the case for a poor unfortunate lad called Arush.
Arush was… gently taken care of and sent on his way with a full belly and a miraculous change in fortunes only seconds before the Heavenly light filled the alleyway.
A split-second later, diabolical light flamed from below, smothering it, the sigils etched into the ground glowing with terrible brightness. A precaution upon a precaution. One could never be too careful, after all. Angels could be such dreadfully twitchy creatures.
Aziraphale rose from the barrel he had been sitting on and ran his hand the length of his blade, Hellfire springing in its wake. The flames cast dreadful shadows on the face of the panicked angel he had snared and he smiled, all teeth and malice.
“Hello, Uriel.”
“Demon Aziraphale.” The angel’s face twisted furiously. “I should have expected this of you. Cheating to win.”
Aziraphale chuckled. “Oh, you think this is where I kill you?” He shook his head. “Oh no, my dear. I just thought we ought to have a little… chat, don’t you?”
“A chat?” Uriel echoed derisively. “Why would I choose to waste words on a foul creature like you?”
Aziraphale smiled happily, dragging the knife across his palm as though it were a whetstone, the blade glowing brighter and harsher with every stroke. “I don’t think you really have a choice, do you?”
The angel bared their teeth defiantly, but said nothing.
All the better, really, for Aziraphale didn’t care much what they had to say.
“I find it amusing,” he said mildly, paring his nails with the blazing blade, “that you… you lot, really, profess to be such paragons of virtue.” He flicked a piece of nail at the angel. It sizzled as it bounced off the barrier around them. “Hypocrites, the lot of you.”
“And you would know what it is to be virtuous?” Uriel snarled, as Aziraphale knew they would. No one that self-righteous could keep their trap shut for long.
He smiled. “I know what it is to lack it,” he replied. “I also recognise anger, cruelty, malice towards those who are good. All traits ascribed to me and mine, you know. And yet, from all I’ve seen and all I’ve heard, you have quite the collection of them as well.”
Uriel snorted in disgust. He could see the way they were picking at his defences, trying to find a way through and no doubt very eager to unsheathe the blade at their belt. “What would you know about it?”
Aziraphale tossed his knife casually from hand to hand. “It must really rankle you that he never fell.”
He could see the light go on for the angel. “Raziel,” they spat. “You’re here because of him?”
“Mm.” Aziraphale kept his eyes on their face. Lord, it was still so tempting to rip every one of their angelic scales off their arrogant face. “Technically, yes. But at the moment, I would rather concentrate on you. It annoys you, doesn’t it? Everything he did? Everything he got away with?”
Uriel hissed. “Shut up.”
He leaned closer to the sizzling cage. “I think I know what really gets your goat,” he said, smiling like Satan. “I think you hate the fact that the Almighty likes him. I think you’re jealous that no matter what you do, you will never be cherished like he is by Her.”
The angel tried not to flinch, but their features tightened. “You can’t know that. No one knows what the Almighty’s will is.”
“True, true,” Aziraphale agreed amiably. “Can’t argue with that.” He tapped his chin thoughtfully with his knife. “But then, wasn’t She the one that returned his book after you ripped it to pieces?” He feigned a wince. “I imagine that was quite the humiliation. After all, you made such a pantomime of destroying it.” He shrugged. “I can’t really say what She was thinking, but…”
And the ‘but’ was enough, hanging in the air.
But She undid everything you did. But you destroyed it when She intended it to be for the humans. But you were wrong and She made sure you knew it. But Raziel’s treachery was clearly Her will along. But, but, but… round and round spins the wheel. So many signs of Her will, so much shame, so much anger.
“He betrayed Heaven!” Uriel snarled, slapping against the defences like a frustrated animal.
Aziraphale hummed thoughtfully. “And in doing so, fulfilled the Divine Will, which Heaven tried to prevent which means… Heaven betrayed Her?”
“No!”
He raised his eyebrows. “It seems rather clear-cut to me, my dear.” He bared his serpent’s teeth, his eyes gleaming. “The War was never Her will. She made that abundantly clear, didn’t She? And She used him to do it, didn’t She?” He wrinkled his nose. “Tell me again, Uriel, when did you decide Heaven was superior to Her?”
“I–I didn’t!” Their eyes blazed furiously. “You won’t trip me up with your manipulative wiles, demon.”
“Perhaps you’re right,” the demon sighed, then blew softly on his knife, extinguishing the flame. “Perhaps I’m only tempting you. But it’s worth considering, isn’t it? I mean, if I were you, I’d have a good long think about where your priorities lie. How many more times are you going to piss on the Almighty’s parade before you get the message?”
“You’ll regret this!” Uriel’s distress was palpable.
Aziraphale widened his eyes. “You know, my dear, I really won’t.” He scraped the tip of his blade along the shields. “And keep that in mind if you continue to hang onto outdated vendettas like first editions: he and I are no longer fettered by Heaven nor Hell. Touch him, harm one hair on his head, and you won’t simply die. You will suffer.”
The angel stared at him, retreating a step. “Why not kill me now?”
“I’d wager it’s the same reason you were never punished for what you did to the Book,” Aziraphale said, slipping his knife away. “Because he wouldn’t want that. For his sake, you are spared.” He smiled darkly. “Don’t imagine that I have stayed my hand out of mercy. Only his wishes protect you now. Don’t underestimate how precious his kindness is, especially when you don’t deserve it.”
“For what I did to the book…” Uriel clearly had never given that any thought before.
“Well, you did destroy Her Word, didn’t you? Tore it to ribbons, as far as I understand.”
He waited for long enough to see that realisation sink in and anger turn to horror and despair, then stepped back into the ether, leaving the angel to deal with the concept of conscience for the first time in their long existence.
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Prompt #23
Prompt: Aw Look At 'em - So Young And Willing To Get Themselves Killed
Five has been a pawn in too many people’s games. Reginald’s. The Commission’s. The Handler’s.
With Reginald and The Commission, he didn’t have much of a choice. He was a child and out of choices.
The Handler however, Five had a choice. And Five was a fucking idiot.
He willingly walked into the lion’s den. Bringing his siblings with him. Right to the Handler. Five is a fucking idiot.
“Hello Number Five. How nice of you to join us.” Her voice echoed off the walls and barrelling into Five’s head. Five almost forgot how much he despised this woman. Keyword, almost.
The clacking of her heels drilled itself into his skull. “At least this time you brought your dear siblings.” She teased, although by the looks on his siblings’ faces, it wasn’t as obvious to them. Which makes sense since they haven’t spent decades unfortunately getting to know the insufferable woman in front of him.
Her eyes flicked from his to each of his siblings. His once again teenage siblings. Because of him. “Spaceboy. The Kraken. The Rumor. The Seance. The Boy. The Horror.”
The stupid shiteating grin that had appeared on her face when she looked at Vanya pissed him off. “The White Violin. It is a pleasure to finally meet the one, that will end the world.” Like hell that was going to happen now. Things were different.
When did she get all the way over here? In front of Vanya?
Her boney hand reached up towards Vanya’s face, just an inch from her cheek when one of Diego’s knives scraped the tips of her fingers.
The Handler slowly pulled her fingers away from their sister and towards her eyes, lazily gazing at her now bleeding fingertips. “Oh Number Two,” The Handler drawled, flicking her eyes, “you were always so quick to jump to violence. No wonder you were never good enough to be Number One. You couldn’t be bothered to think about things before acting. You just have to act now, think later.”
“You don’t know anything about me.” Diego growled. Five had to keep himself from rolling his eyes, how could Diego not see he was literally proving her point right now?
The Handler had the audacity to laugh at his brother. “Number Two. Do you really think we don’t do our research on our targets?” Her eyes flicked back to Vanya before moving back to Diego, “Or in this case one of our assets.”
Five has had enough of her bullshit by now. “Look, why don’t you tell us what you wanted from us in the first place so we can get this over with.” Five challenged, giving The Handler the same condescending look she had been giving his siblings, Diego.
Instead of a verbal response, Five was only met with more of her heel clicking and the unnerving feeling of her presence standing far too close to him. “Well Number Five,” her disgusting breath reaching his ears was utterly unnerving, “you’ve walked into my domain. So I will be deciding when I do anything. Question me again, and the consequences may be dire.”
“Are you threatening me?”
“No Number Five. I’m not threatening you. Not now. I’m threatening them.” Five’s gaze followed her finger to where his siblings were gathered, hundreds of Commission agents slowly making their way towards his siblings, who all were being distracted by him and The Handler and not on the much more prevalent incoming threat.
The Handler’s ice cold hand wrapped itself around his wrist. “Now now Number Five. You wouldn’t want to do anything you might regret.” The Handler hissed, the almost inaudible click of a magazine reverberating in his ears.
He saw Vanya’s head snap towards where the agents were standing, silently alerting Klaus, who had been standing next to her since they’d gotten here, and Diego, who had moved closer to her after The Handler moved onto Five. “Number Seven, don’t do anything stupid now. I wouldn’t like to have to call in my back-up.”
“What does that mean?” God did Luther always have to be such a fucking idiot.
The Handler didn’t seem to even bother trying to hide her grin that time. “Well Number One. Some of my coworkers here would have to first attempt non-lethal methods of restraining powered individuals as yourselves. But once your group shows inevitable resistance they’ll have free reign to try some more lethal methods of removing the threats from the situation.”
“And why would you tell us that?” Klaus asked. Were all of his brothers complete idiots?
Her eyes switched from Luther’s dumb face to Klaus’s “Number Four, I thought the answer would be quite obvious by now, -” The Handler started.
“She’s not going to let us leave.” Diego finished.
The Handler just smiled, looking between the seven siblings. “Well not alive anyway.”
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