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kaymagicshop7 · 12 days

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Set Me Free-

Chapter 2- Settling In

Summary-

Jin runs a hybrid safe house, to help those adjust in normal life again, coming from difficult backgrounds and to learn to be amongst humans again.

Jin has a sister who helps him out when needed, but he is very protective over her, will he let be close to the hybrids?

What happens when 6 hybrid from completely different background ends up in his care, will there be heartbreak and fights?

Can everyone get along in the end?

BTS are their own people, anything that happens in this book is purely fictional and made from my imagination.

Warnings- Mention of violence, blood, fighting, pet names, protectiveness, mentions of aggression, mention of scents, mxm, mxf, anxiety, panic attacks, strong language

Namjoon POV-

Shelter life was different and hard to get used to. When they raided the fighter ring I thought it would be our golden ticket out and we could be set free.

But adjusting back to 'Normal' life is hard, it was so hard to get rid of the training they drill into us at the fighting rings.

The shelter told us we would be moved to a rehabilitation place later on. I just hope the people who run the place were nice. I would do anything to protect my pack.

The evening time came and we were put into a SUV and being moved somewhere. They put a muzzle on me and Jimin as we being a bit more 'Aggressive', we were only protecting my pack and mates.

The journey over was okay, but this muzzle was staring to agitate me, it was starting to rub against my face. The muzzle me and Jimin had on our face, was suited to our animals, if were to shifted the muzzle would accommodate our animal size. I wanted it off and I wanted it off now.

The ride lasted for a good 4 hours, the city scapes turned into small villages, villages turned into open fields and open fields turned into forests. I felt a little more relaxed but not to much, I needed to keep my mates and pack safe.

When we arrived we were all in awe of this house or manor or what ever you would call it. It had a big front drive and forest surrounding it. "Right so we are here. I'm just going to talk to owner and see what is happen alright?" One of the caretakers said. They also said we could come out the car if we wanted to. I just wanted to give into my wolf and run free, I could feel the others shift their weight from one foot to the other.

We were out in the open and the wind picked up slightly and then this scent hit, it was like vanilla more like vanilla ice cream. It was mouth watering, I just wanted to roll around in this scent. I could see Yoongi trying to find where it was coming from, looking around to see if he could see the person. It was our final mate, the one we had been looking for.

As I let my thoughts wonder, I was broken out my thoughts my Hobi asking me something "Namjoon do you think they are nice?" I'm sure they are, but I would still be wary. Hoseok came from a rich family who just abused him and didn't care about much about him, he was used in fights now again as he is a rare red wolf. "I'm sure this will be nice Hope." The caretaker was still talking to the owner, he then turn to us and waved us over, we slowly made our way over and went into the hall way. When I saw a glimpse of the owner, I couldn't believe it, he was a hybrid? But I thought it would be a human, I'm so confused. He was definitely handsome, I notice his tail and ear.

Snow leopard. These hybrids are very rare, however I also notice another scent in the manor, more human and it also stuck to him. I bet he's already married which my me want to growl and rip them apart because he is mine, ours!

As the caretaker and the snow leopard wrapped up talking, I notice a little girl standing in the hallway. I could smell here scent but it was very week, she had scent dampeners on but it was definitely her scent as I could smell it come from her. So not married? Daughter maybe? As I looked a bit closer I couldn't see any ears or tail, wait a human?

But the then the weird thing is, my instincts inside me wants to protect her which is weird, as all humans are the same even children can be horrible.

The snow leopard went outside with out caretaker from the shelter, to what I'm guessing is to talk more about us. "Hi there!" I didn't realise that Hobi had snuck passed, I thought it would be Tae as he was brought up with a family. "Erm Hello." The girl said, I could smell the fear coming from her even though it was weak. I growl aloud, Hobi and the girl jumped back. I don't know why but I was a little bit sad when she jumped back in fear, as the growl was meant for Hoseok to warn him to back off.

I need to get my thoughts together and quickly, before it spirals into something else.

The hybrid introduce hisself and he was holding the girl protectively with his hand on her shoulder and tail wrapped tightly wrapped around her waist.

I found out that it was his sister, so he was probably a caretaker or pet for her.

Typically.

Yoongi POV-

I just couldn't stand humans as they are all the same.

The snow leopard showed us to our room, we were left in this room together. The snow leopard now known as Jin took Namjoon and Jimin's muzzle off them before he left the room. "Jimin are you okay? Your not sore anywhere are you?" I ask Jimin as I moved near him, my hand gentle creasing his face. People always thought he was an easy target, but he's not, he could get quit aggressive if provoked. "I'm fine Hyung. I am just glad to get that thing off me!" I could tell Jimin was all worked up and so were the rest of us. I could see Tae was restless, he kept fidgeting "Taehyung if you need to shift then do it, we will look out for you." Hobi said to him, Tae gets to the point where he needs to shift if he gets stressed or highly emotional. Jungkook was just near Namjoon for comfort, he doesn't always express his feeling but I can see it in his eyes. He doesn't always do well in new environments, as there is new scents and Jungkook is very sensitive towards new smells.

The snow leopard Jin came back to our room with some food and medical supplies for Namjoon and Jimin "I thought you might be hungry? How are we all feeling?" Even though he might be our mate I don't trust him just yet. None of us said anything for a while "We are fine." Jimin said with a bit of bite to his tone. "Well you don't look fine, the red rim around your mouth seems a bit sore. And I know for a fact one of you has a wound on your leg." Oh he's good, he must of read our file.

The door slightly open with a creak, we were all alert and I started to growl to who ever was entering our room "Oppa can I come in?" It was the young ones voice again "Yes sweetie." The door open more and the girl slowly and cautiously made her way in the room, but she stayed near the door. I notice she didn't make eye contact with any of us, it was almost like she was submitting to us, which we have never seen a human do to us. They always look us in eyes, that way we can read them properly. But something stirred inside of me, it was like I didn't want her to submit and I want to comfort her.

I had to stop those thoughts before they developed into something else, I'm guessing Namjoon was having the same problem when we arrived. I could see he was lost in his thoughts.

"Come on snowy they won't bite." Jin said to her, I can sense her nervousness, her scent slightly coming through the blockers she had on. She slowly made her way to her brother and handed him another first aid kit. I notice Taehyung watching her like a hawk, but I could see he was curious about her. I kept my eye on him but also the rest of my pack, I know humans are bad. But something was different here, I'm not trusting her just yet but there is something there.

I felt a nudge on my hand that was learning on the bed. I look down to see who it was, it was Taehyung. We can't speak with each other through ours minds, but we can talk through our eyes. He was asking me for permission to go up to the young girl, I looked over to Namjoon who was looking over as well. He looked at me and then I have a small nod.

Tae moved off the bed quietly and made his way to the girl, Jin was attending to Jimin with his face it looked sore. The girls back was to Taehyung as she was just looking down not wanting to look us in the eyes. Tae bumped his head on her hip and she jump a mile and let out a small yelp. Jin stopped what he was doing with Jimin to see what was going on "Okay sweetheart?" He looked at her and then looked at Taehyung, she nodded afraid to speak "I think he's asking for you to help with his injure. Am I right?" Jin asked Tae, Taehyung gave a small nod at him.

Taehyung POV-

I went over to girl to ask her with my small injure I have on my front paw, also I know I have a Matt somewhere in my fur that needs getting out. I wanted to be her friend, I know the guys have their issues with humans, I've never had a problem. But I can understand where they are coming from, as I've heard stories from other hybrids on how they are treated.

I nudge her hip to let her know I was there, she yelp when I did that and her heart rate was so fast. The snow leopard Jin look at me and he understood what I wanted her to do. After making sure his sister was fine, he went back to looking at Jimin muzzle marks on his face.

I jumped back on the bed so she would be more comfortable then sitting on the floor. "W-where d-does it h-hurt?" She asked it was my front paw that had a cut on it, I booped my nose on the paw to showed her which one.

There was a cut on top of my paw and also on the paw pad it's self, she didn't touch and nor did she look in my eyes, which I was a bit sad about. "Oppa, I think he needs to paw looking at." She said towards Jin, he was finished with Jimin and was about to move onto Namjoon. I didn't want this Jin looking at my paw, I wanted her, his sister.

Jin looked at me as if he was reading me, I could feel my lip twitch slightly and a slight growl build towards him but I held it in. "Snowy I didn't think he wants me to look at it, but I can guide you if you get stuck, hmm?" She looked worriedly at her brother, but I wouldn't do anything to her, I couldn't. I could see her thinking then she spoke "Excuse me sir Mr Panther?" Yoongi suddenly look up at her surprised she even spoke to him, but she slowly started to lift her head up but avoid eye contact "Would it be alright if I touch your friend? If-if not I can get my brother to touch him?" Yoongi looked at me and I look him and move my eyes to her to say 'I want her to do it, just her' he got the message "You can touch him, but be careful!" He said with a stern voice, I saw her flinch when he told her, thanks Hyung don't be to harsh!

She got other first aid box's near her, she sat on the bed very careful, I felt the bed shift more I sensed it was Hobi and Jungkook moving closer to me.

"Is it this one?" She pointed to it, I didn't move I want her to look at me to acknowledge me, she slowly lifted her head and she eventually lifted her eyes to me.

They were the most amazing eyes I have ever seen, I could see how much fear she had in them. I didn't want her to fear me or the rest of us.

I was raised by a family who owned farm, they were very sweet they had a child but she was very sick, so they got me to be her friend and therapy hybrid. My family came from royalties, I'm one of the lucky ones I still have a family. But I've lost contact, I just hope I can see them again one day.

I was always treated so well and I could eat what and when I wanted. I helped out on the farm, one time someone tried to steal some farm equipment once but I stopped them. But that was in the past, I get why the others are less trusting of humans.

But not all humans are bad.

She was wiping very gentle on top of my paw where the small scratch was, it was so gentle that I hardly felt it. "C-could you please turn your-your paw so I-I can see it please?" How can she be so adorable, I turn my paw so she could see the wound "oh no, that must hurt." She sounded so sad, I gave a quiet chuff. "Jinnie I think he needs stitches?" Her brother came over slowly to have a look, he was done with Namjoon a while ago. I'm guessing he was watching what his sister doing making sure she was safe. As he was slowly coming over my ears went back "Poppy, move over slightly and I will have a look." She moved slightly to edge of the bed, Jin was looking at it and gave it a slight touch, that was painful. I growled at him, in his face when he touched a certain spot, Poppy fell off the bed "oof" I wanted to make sure she was okay, but couldn't exactly move just yet "Are you okay?" Jungkook asked her, his ears were pinned forward and alert, Namjoon and Jimin where surprised that he spoke to her "Yes, thank you." She didn't look them in the eye.

After sometime Jin was done stitching my wound on my paw up. I wanted the girl, Poppy to stay with us for some time. "Oh, you have a matt behind your ear." She was looking at it, I knew something was bothering me there, as my ears kept flicking now and again. "Would I be allowed to get it out for you?" I chuff at her to say it was alright, but she turned to Namjoon with eyes down again "Would it be okay if I touched your friend again? And to get the matt out from behind his ear?" I could see Namjoon shocked expression "But if one of you want to do it that fine too." Jimin looked pissed, it look like to was about to attack her. "No, you've done enough. Just get out." Jimin said aggressively to her "oh... okay. I will leave to equipment to get the matt out, outside the door for-for you." I could see Namjoon was fighting an internal battle himself "If-if you need anything please let my brother know." She bowed and left.

She’s just a child, she’s not going to hurt us. As she left I laid on the bed and slowly closed my eyes wanted to get this day over with.

Authors notes-

So here’s the second chapter of this fiction. I hope you’re enjoying it so far, chapter 3 will be coming soon.

I have a Wattpad page if you would like to have a look at there, check out this fiction on their and also ‘Their Lost One’ which currently has 4k reads.

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snakegorl212006 · 1 year

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Mystery shop

I really do my best to adapt to this change in living which includes taking care of the property and the wild animals that just happen to want a snack. I also understand why I have to live this way. It’s explainable. But the doors opening and closing constantly in Heartslabyul, running noises in Scarabia, music playing in Pomefiore, the increase of shadowy figures in Diasomnia, items getting rearrange or missing in Savanaclaw, the locked door in Octavinelle keeps rattling everytime i walk pass, even that dang life size doll keeps moving around in Ignihyde. Other than grim who’s been promoted to somewhat of a house cat, I live alone. Completely alone. I sighed into my desk chair as I relaxed my fried brain. I would call Crowley but he probably would think I’m going insane and that it might be the isolation of this place. Maybe I just need to leave and go out somewhere. There is a town away from the manor. It’s around a 30-40 minute walk which isn't too bad as long as I don't go into a shopping spree. After getting dressed in some comfortable wear, I began my walk down to the town and made sure I locked the gate behind me. It was a peaceful walk. There were a lot of people in the main street, almost looking like a large shopping district. I began walking around enjoying the stores until I spotted one that caught my interest. Sam’s Mystery shop. It was a cool yet creepy looking shop that seemed out of place due to the other brightly colored shops. But many people are going in and out of it so I assume it’s probably for aesthetics. I entered the shop to be greeted by weird trophies and collectables and had relatively normal items like milk and eggs. “Welcome Little Imp, what may you be looking for today” A male voice spoke from the side of me. There was a male with dark skin with black twist with a few purple in his hair. He has an apron with some bones and a hand in it which looks cool “oh I’m just browsing” I replied “let me know if you need assistance little imp” he said. I nodded and began looking around more. While looking around, I spotted a crystal basket. There are tiny crystals of a multitude of colors and sizes. “You know, they say that these magic crystals ward off ghost” a voice spoke next to me. It was the shop worker “ghost?” i replied and he nods “where are my manners? I'm sam. You must be the new Imp that moved to that cures property” Sam introduced “Nice to meet you” I replied “the pleasure is mine. I have to meet the brave soul who bought that land” Sam replied “anyway, the main house is made from these crystals which were embedded in the structure to prevent evil from seeping through” Sam informed “why would anyone put these in the house” I asked “well i amit, that old bird should’ve done that a long time ago. It would save us a lot of newspapers..… but surely you know of the unexplained activity” Sam stated and I just nod “give me one second. Let me give you something” Sam said as he left for the back. After a little while he came back with a journal and a necklace “here take these, on the house” He said “whats the journal for” i asked “You’re going to write down each and every ghost on that property and report back to me. You make sure you wear that necklace everytime you leave the main house or they’ll start to make permanent attachments.” sam suggest “oh and i recommend you wear it outside the property too” sam adds and I put the necklace on “why is that” I asked and he ushered me to come close and her whispered “the only reason why I knew you lived in that place is because there was someone following you the whole time.that someone has been dead for a long time but now he’s standing and watching you from afar”

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #yandere rook hunt #rook hunt x reader #twist x reader #sam twst #twist ghost AU

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zorphie · 6 months

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🖊 tell me about koda please [stares at you with big eyes]

ty for the ask I GOTCHU!! 🤭 stuff is below!!

hes from darkmoor ("lovely place" dworgyn's words) and his family has beef with the von shanes. i haven't figured out all the precise details yet but the conflict ends up with him on his own unfortunately wandering around darkmoor trying his best to fend for himself. sometimes he sneaks into the manor to steal things from them out of spite(good for him he's allowed) eventuallyyyy he's given hospitality by amari's mom which gives him the opportunity to take classes in ravenwood

he has a ghost friend he met shortly after enrolling, he's actually super familiar with ghosts since they kept him company in darkmoor. they'd chat , teach him things, and tell him stories!

everyone just sees a ghost floating around and following koda , freaked out. and he's just like "oh! yeah !that's my buddy don't worry about it" he's completely forgotten the fact it's probably not normal and looks weird to everyone else

his enrollment was super messy and rushed so he and amari didn't even have dorms for awhile and just stayed at her mom's house. he had to make his own spellbook because they ran out... they also were there while malistaire and sylvia were still teaching and they were very close (you can see where this is going😭)

okay so um! pain all around because this guy is really determined to achieve his goals yet he ends up going about them the wrong way. and it's still something im tweaking since I'm planning arc 1 atm and koda's actions are of huge importance but he does get some form of closure in the end and learns from his mistakes (which honestly he wasn't at complete fault for in the first place)

when death students were forced into independent studies, amari would drag koda along into balance school as a secondary. when you leave people to their own devices one day they will sneak into the forbidden section of the library(yes he did this... something happened )

it led him to try to learn shadow magic in secret while at ravenwood and have his morals manipulated by some random lady🤦‍♂️ ? He didn't become"evil" he just wanted to good things . bwahhh. he thought if he represented a hero then it would get rid of a lot of troubles death students face. he tries really hard to be a good role model when their teacher is gone. he wants to give them hope. EXPLODES

after malistaire's defeat, he's learned a lot of things. hehas so many mixed feelings, but now he knows he doesn't need to be "special" or "stand out"just to do the right thing or have an impact. (cough explanation for this is he was tryint to be the scion since he believed if a necromancer was the scion itd be the most effective way of being a role model)

he works overtime to help rebuild the death school and actually have dworgyn on campus. he helps out malorn with his teacher assistant job and even offers to be one himself. he hopes he's made his classmates lives a little bit better

he has that mysterious vibe about him which is hilarious because he's the complete opposite.. he is an open book. he /tries/ to come off as the calm cool collected guy and fails miserably. he is The cringefail. he's very laid back though

his pet is an iron ram who makes it impossible for him to start gardening because his pet will always eat the plants. and i swear to god i did not give it to him because of the egg name that was just a weird coincidence (the egg is "chimerical egg" iirc? my antagonists are called the chimera and he puts up with them the most out of everyone else. it's very awkward) anyways his pet gets stuck in trees all the time. it flies up but never back down for some reason. it can also travel through dimensions because that's funny i don't have full details on it, it just can

#txt #ask #oc: koda #oc #jumps up and down (is crazy)

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ceph-the-ghost-writer · 1 month

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For Renato: 🍁 Where does your OC go when they need to have some time to themself? Would they ever have their own “comfort corner” filled with all the things they like? Do they have a favourite spot outside that feels like its theirs and theirs alone?

Isaac: 🌻 What little things do they notice about people or the world around them that make them happy? What tiny little treasures do they find in the normal every day that makes the world seem a little brighter for them?

Elfy: 🌳 What is your OC’s favourite way to relax after a stressful day? Do they have a favourite book to curl up with? A hobby? Or do they have a nice bubble bath and have an early night to bed?

Hey, K! Thanks for sending some asks. :D

From this list

He does have his own room at the Unseen Hand's manor house/guild hall. That's where his beloved fish stay, of course, and he'll often watch them to relax while he's there. He also invested a lot of money into having a ridiculously huge four poster bed with a great mattress, both for sleeping and, ah, having company over. His walk-in closet contains a hoard of designer clothing and shoes.

Of course, Ollie or Mergus or someone could bother him there, so Renato sometimes just checks into a fancy hotel for a few days to get away. He typically spends the early part of the night by the pool, occasionally swimming, but mostly maintaining his tan under the UV lights or being admired by anyone else cool enough to go out for a night swim.

If he truly wants to be alone, though, Renato will take a dinghy out when he's by the coast. He'll sail until he can't see anything but black water below and glittering stars above. If he's in a particularly morose mood, he'll imagine sitting there and watching a final sunrise. Once being alone with his thoughts becomes too much, he'll head back to shore, inevitably catch the eye of someone who's taken with his wistful expression, and the charming mask is put back on.

For Isaac:🌻 What little things do they notice about people or the world around them that make them happy? What tiny little treasures do they find in the normal every day that makes the world seem a little brighter for them?

He's very much an appreciator of little things, despite what his grouchy demeanor might suggest. Animal and people watching are a big part of this.

Back at his apartment in Chicago, Isaac always gives any leftover takeout to the crows and pigeons on his street. He likes watching the birds' antics and listening to their calls to one another. He's also one of those people who amazes cat owners when their normally skittish beasts approach Isaac and are purring in his lap within minutes. He knows it's just a matter of respecting their space and not being pushy, but he enjoys being the guy who's "good with animals".

Learning the why's and how's behind something brings Isaac a lot of pleasure, whether it's history, a machine, physics, whatever. He actually stops to read plaques on sites of interest and museum exhibits. (This is at least part of why he and Dorian hit it off.)

As far as people watching goes, he likes catching little moments of tenderness or peace. Someone smiling as they whisper a secret into a friend or partner's ear. A person reading on a blanket at the park with their dog beside them. A parent helping their child button a coat. Granted, these also make him a bit wistful too since he (foolishly) thinks he'll never experience these kinds of things himself.

For Elfy: 🌳 What is your OC’s favourite way to relax after a stressful day? Do they have a favourite book to curl up with? A hobby? Or do they have a nice bubble bath and have an early night to bed?

Surprise: Elfy prefers to blow off steam by going out, getting some drinks, and nine times out of ten going home with someone she met at the bar. Of course, if she's a) already hungover or b) tired from a long assignment she'll hang with Isaac or some of her other friends to watch movies and relax for a rare moment.

Her other favorite pastime is combing antique and salvage shops for potentially haunted/cursed objects. She prefers Isaac to accompany her on these searches--she knows she found something good when his face scrunches up a certain way.

#dysthanasia #writeblr #answered asks #writing asks

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gothicmama · 2 months

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Lucian's Birth (Working Title)

So, I'm really nervous posting this for a few reasons. One, it's the first thing I'm posting for "Nightshade Manor", a world I've been creating for a few years now. And two, it's the first time I'm posting something that's dark and horror, which is not what I usually post. I hope it's good though, for those who enjoy this genre. Also I'm begging y'all to read the CW ***CONTENT WARNINGS FOR: DEATH IN CHILDBIRTH, AN AT HOME C-SECTION, AND SUICIDE***

AO3 link: Lucian's Birth (Working Title) - GothicMama - Original Work [Archive of Our Own]

Storms weren't uncommon in Oak Valley. Being situated in a valley, hence the name, didn’t protect it from storms. It actually caused the storms that did happen to be worse, due to the terrain. Bad storms, with winds that tore down trees and yanked doors off hinges. With rain that flooded streets and brought down roofs. The people of the village were more than used to such storms, the whole community prepared together during storm season for the inevitable damage and injuries. But this one was different. Not only because it wasn't storm season, it was far from it actually. But because this storm had more than just pelting rain and howling winds. No, this storm brought with it thunder that shook the very ground like an earthquake and lightning that struck trees with each strike. The only thing saving the forest from fire was the rain, which was strong enough to put out any spark when it had barely taken a breath of air.

Everyone knew this storm wasn't normal, but no one knew who or what was causing it. The few in the village who knew about the manor, hidden deep in the forest further up the mountain, assumed it had something to do it. Since it was home to many supernatural and magical beings, it was the only logical explanation for such a storm. Though it was common knowledge among these few that those living at the manor took great efforts to make sure their troubles never reached beyond their borders. But no one really knew for sure why it was happening. They weren't too worried, however. They had survived storms before and even if this one was different, they were confident they could survive it, too.

But the occupants of one house had other concerns. Julia, nine months pregnant with her and her husband Iwan's first child, had gone into labor right before the storm started. It had come on fast, faster than either she or Iwan expected and faster than either of them thought possible. She sobbed as another contraction ripped through her. Laying on her side, completely naked, she clutched her rounded belly with both hands. scratching and scouring her skin with her nails. Standing helplessly beside the bed, Iwan's hands fluttered around her without touching. He didn't know where to touch her. Every time he did, no matter how light and gentle his touch was, she screamed as if he'd stabbed her. "Julia, moja miłość, please, how can I help you?"

Julia managed to catch her breath through the pain that threatened to steal it again. "The midwife, where's the midwife?" She shouted her response to be heard over the thunder. It was constant, slamming through the sky above them repeatedly without pause. It was as if the ground beneath them was rolling. The whole house shook, many things had already fallen and crashed to the floor, picture frames and glass decorations. Iwan had even heard a window shatter in another room of the house.

"I called her, my love, I swear, she's on her way. It's just taking too long with this storm." He knew better but he lied to her anyway. He'd called the midwife as soon as she’d had the first contraction, but then the storm had hit, and the phones had lost all signal. He wouldn't be surprised if the midwife never showed up, he wouldn't blame her for wanting to stay home in such weather. Julia had had a healthy pregnancy, nothing to worry about, they were all expecting the delivery to go smoothly. They'd been stupid, but none of them could have predicted this.

He tried laying his hand on her forehead again, just barely touching her in another effort to offer support and comfort. He jerked away instantly when she screamed and thrashed away from him, just as she had in his previous attempts. He'd never witnessed a birth, but he'd researched and watched videos to learn, and he knew this wasn't normal. He watched her writhe on top of the blanket for a moment before whatever pain he'd inflicted faded. When she fell onto her side again, panting too fast and too hard, he hurried to apologize. "I'm sorry, moja miłość, I'm so sorry."

She forced her eyes open and looked at him through her tears. "Something's wrong, Iwan, something's wrong," she cried out. In the midst of the pain overwhelming her were the same thoughts he was having. This labor wasn’t normal, wasn’t like anything she’d read about or heard from others. It was too fast, too painful, and it was all too much at once. She barely had time to inhale as each contraction tore through her body, making any movement, even breathing, almost impossible. What little breath she was able to get, she lost immediately because she couldn’t help but scream from the pain. Tears blurred her vision, effectively blinding her, and between the thunder and her screams she could barely hear her husband’s voice. Every touch burned her skin, even the bed sheets rubbing against her stung, intensifying the pain from the contractions.

She rolled onto her back and his gaze dropped to her belly. He cringed and instinctively took a step back. Her belly had looked normal for the entirety of her pregnancy. Nothing had ever been out of the ordinary. He'd watched it grow, touched it, kissed it, felt the kicks from within. But now, her belly was misshapen and wrong, and occasionally something from inside would push against the skin, stretching it outwards for seconds or minutes before retreating inside. The skin that used to be a healthy tan was now purple and red, it had quickly changed color as the labor progressed. It looked as if it was just one giant bruise under her skin. And on top of the skin were the scratches and cuts Julia had inflicted on herself.

The only thing keeping Iwan in place was his love for his wife, but that could only hold his fear back for so long. Especially when he could do nothing for her, he couldn't help her medically, he couldn't even touch her. He was still staring at her deformed belly when she suddenly sucked in a deep, gulping breath. She held it for several seconds, mouth wide open before she screamed again, arching up off the bed so hard he heard her back crack. She flailed her arms out wildly, clawing at the air, and he was horrified to see the thing inside her copying the movement by pushing out against either side of her belly. He called it a thing because he was convinced now that it wasn't his child. He had no idea what it was, but it wasn't a baby. He didn't know if Julia had realized it or not, but he hoped for her sake she hadn't.

His hopes were useless, though he didn’t know it. Julia had realized quickly that the thing inside of her wasn’t right, that it was wrong. She could feel it moving inside of her and while before the feeling had been comforting, a sign that her baby was healthy and safe inside of her, now the movements were all wrong. She could feel it pushing against her with greater strength, as if it were trying to get out. Sometimes it felt like she was being punched and kicked with more force than an infant should have been capable of. Through her tears she caught glimpses of her belly. She could feel the misshapen skin under her hands. Any thoughts of finally meeting her child, all the hopes she’d had during the long months of her pregnancy, were gone now. In their place was nothing but the pain and the fear. And the desperate need to have whatever it was, whatever thing inside her, out, in any way possible. But with each contraction, she lost more strength.

This contraction lasted for several minutes, Iwan didn't keep count, but he knew they'd been getting longer and coming faster ever since labor started. When it finally ended, Julia was barely conscious, exhausted from the torturous labor and suffering from her inability to breath properly. He stood in place, just watching her struggle to breathe, still too hard and too fast to be effective. For a long moment, neither of them moved, neither of them made a sound. Part of him hoped it was over, but he knew logically that it wouldn’t be over until the baby was born. He just desperately hoped it would be soon, he could see Julia didn’t have much left in her.

Despite him anxiously waiting for the next contraction, he still jumped when it hit. As she screamed and came up off the bed again, sounding feral and animalistic, he realized something was different. He stepped back to the side of the bed, and the smell of blood hit his nose. Worry exploded in him, and he rushed around to the end to Julia’s feet. He looked between her thighs, but she was moving too much for him to see anything clearly. Not knowing what else to do, he climbed on the bed and grabbed her knees.

Still in the throes of the contraction, her screaming escalated at his touch. She clumsily reached for him, as her body collapsed back onto the bed, but she was too uncoordinated to grab him. He roughly yanked her legs apart and then jerked back. Blood was gushing from her body. It was all over her legs and soon coated his hands and forearms. Some of it had spurted out across the bed when he forced her thighs open, simultaneously opening her up. When Iwan looked back at her, even his untrained eyes could see she was being stretched open. He could see the top of what he assumed to be the head of the thing. He raised his head, his harsh grip on her knees holding her legs still when they desperately wanted to thrash and kick. "Julia, you have to push. The baby is coming now."

Julia somehow heard him and instantly shook her head. She paused her screaming to cry out, "I can't!" But then she was screaming again.

More blood rushed out and as he watched, eyes wide with fear and shock, he saw her stretch further before her skin split. The thing was coming, being forced out of her body despite her inability to push. He realized, whether she wanted to or not, the labor was progressing, and the thing was being born. He switched tactics with that realization and instead tried to comfort her so her body could do what it needed to do. "Okay, moja miłość, okay, you don't have to push. Just try to breathe, you have to breathe." She nodded and with the last of her strength, she took two too deep breaths, puffing her chest up with them before blowing them out in a couple of screams. "That's good, Julia, that's good, love." He kept his eyes trained on her, but his gaze jumped up to her when she suddenly let out a gasp. It caught his attention because it was soft, startling in comparison to the screams. "Julia?"

She didn't respond. Iwan instantly forgot everything else. Releasing her knees, he scrambled up the bed to her head. She was staring up at the ceiling, mouth open and eyes staring lifelessly. He gasped and stopped breathing, going as quiet as her for just a moment. With shaking, bloody hands, he gently cradled her face. He turned her head towards him. "Julia?" he whimpered. He stroked her cheeks, smearing blood over her skin. She stayed deathly still and silent. A sob bubbled up in his chest, up his throat, and out of his mouth. "Julia, no. Please. Please, no."

Tears burned his eyes and when he pressed his forehead to hers, they fell from his face to hers. He shook and sobbed, fingers still stroking her skin that was already growing cold. The blood and tears mixed on her cheeks, creating a pink stain. When he raised his head, he tried to wipe it all away, tried to clean her up, but his blood covered fingers only turned pink as well. This brought a fresh flood of tears before his sadness vanished and was replaced. He yanked his hands away, horrified that he had marred her skin so. He sat up and turned away from her, his stomach rolling with sudden nausea. He had no other thoughts, his mind filled with her face, dead and bloody. But then, movement in the corner of his eye caught his attention.

He whipped his head around, impossible hope blooming. Until he saw what it was. Then, his horror returned. It was her belly. The thing inside her was pushing against her again. He watched it for a minute and as the seconds passed, he realized it seemed to be growing frantic. The pushes came faster, harder, to the point that he could see individual fingers and toes beneath the skin. Some part of him knew that with Julia dead, the baby would soon die as well. But it wasn't a baby. It wasn't even human.

That thought lit the anger in him, and with his grief it was like throwing gasoline on a bonfire. Whatever it was, it had killed his wife. His wife, who had loved it and carried it and wanted it. And now, she was dead. The anger consumed him, and he had no conscious thought of his next actions. He got up from the bed and walked, calmly and without hurry, to the kitchen. He stepped on broken glass from the picture frames that had once been on the wall. Ignoring the pain in his feet, he tracked bloody footprints through the house. He snatched the paring knife from the knife block. He tested its edge against his thumb and felt the sting from the cut, though his blood mixed with Julia's blood so fast he couldn't tell the difference. He smiled, satisfied with his choice, and with the same mindless calmness, returned to the bedroom.

He climbed back onto the bed and gently spread Julia out. He straightened her legs, closing her thighs so he couldn't see the terrible sight between them. He laid her arms down at her sides, pausing to hold her still hands in his shaking ones. Then, he straddled her thighs, heedless of the blood staining his clothes further. He positioned the knife at the swell of her belly, right over her belly button. The thing inside her was still pushing and he was tempted to stab through the belly to try to reach it. But he didn't want to ruin Julia's body. She'd already sacrificed it for eight months, endured the physical changes and loved the stretch marks. She didn't deserve to be mutilated further.

He'd never seen a c-section on a person before, but he'd grown up on a farm and had helped with many animal ones. He knew the gist of it. And it wasn't like he could do any damage now. She was already dead. He just wanted to get that thing out of her, so he could make sure it was dead as well. His mind went blissfully blank as he pressed the knife in. It sliced through her cool skin easily, thanks to his habit of keeping all cooking knives sharpened. He made one long cut down her belly, and then repeated the cut. He cut through each layer with calm precision, as if he was just cutting deer meat for the freezer. Beneath him, the thing had grown still inside her belly. He didn't know if that was because it had finally suffocated, or because it knew what was happening. He didn't care. He wanted it out.

After ten minutes of quiet, only broken by the grotesque sounds of blood gushing, organs being moved, and flesh separating, he reached the thing. He cut through another layer, he didn’t know the name of what he had just cut, but suddenly he could see an arm, tiny and still. He stopped and stared down at it. Somehow, despite what he'd just spent ten minutes doing, the thought of seeing the thing inside hadn't occurred to him. He dropped the knife to the bed and tentatively touched the arm. Nothing happened for a moment and his first thought was relief, that it really was dead.

He gently pulled on it, quickly realizing the thing had been partially in the birth canal. He had to pull the arm out and slowly pull the whole body back up into her belly. As he did so, he could see more of it. It's tiny hand, that was so much smaller than his palm. He lifted its shoulder up and out and then the head followed. The body was covered in Julia's blood, as was Iwan, but underneath that he could see the hair was blonde. Just like Julia's. The sight sent shock through him, and it broke through the haze he was under. With a new sense of urgency, he pulled the body the rest of the way out.

He held it up in front of him, holding it carefully. It fit neatly in both hands, arms and legs dangling lifelessly. That's what he'd wanted, he knew that. But the sight didn't bring him any satisfaction. Instead, all he felt was the crushing sorrow. It wasn't a thing. It was a baby. No horns, no hooves, no scales. Just a human baby. His baby. His anger vanished in that moment, and he let out a pitiful wail. That wail grew and filled the silence as he cradled the baby against his chest. He pressed it against his skin, his head tossed back. He finished his wail and immediately launched into another one. He closed his eyes, but it did nothing to stop the horrible images in his mind. Images of what he'd done.

Sudden movement against his chest broke through the whirlwind of feelings overwhelming him. He froze, worried he imagined it. But then he felt it again. The head in his hand, the face pressed against his skin, was moving. An uncertain smile stretched across his face, and he lowered the baby to look at it again. He watched, holding his breath, and then his smile grew into a grin when the baby turned its head slightly. He let out an incredulous laugh and lifted the baby again, this time up to his face. He held it up so that they were face to face. Studying the tiny, bloody face, he whispered, "You look just like your mother." A second later, those small eyes opened. And his surprised joy disappeared, replaced by horrifying fear.

"No," he whispered. Those eyes, those snake eyes, watched him hazily, blinking slowly as if just waking from a good nap. Iwan shook his head and moved the baby away from him. "No. No. No!" He screamed and raised it up, preparing to throw it.

But something stopped him. He had no idea what. Maybe he was just tired. Maybe a part of him did love the child. Maybe because despite its evil eyes, it was still a baby. Maybe it was because no matter what it really was, it was still a part of his beloved Julia. He didn't know and he didn't think about it. His mind had been through too much in a short time. His mind had been pushed past its limits and he just desperately wanted it all to stop. He slowly lowered the baby. It didn't make a sound, just continued watching him with those evil eyes. Iwan gently set it down on the bed beside Julia. He stroked its cheek with his finger and the baby slowly raised its hand towards him.

Ignoring the hand reaching for him, Iwan picked up the knife. Then, he laid down on the other side of Julia, away from the baby. He knew they'd be found eventually. He had no idea if the baby would still be alive by then. But he knew he wouldn't be. He'd be with his Julia, his miłość, and they’d be at peace together. He took her hand in his hand, his flesh warming hers slightly. He turned his head to look at her. And, staring at her without blinking, he thrust the knife into his neck. Pain erupted from the wound, but it was nothing compared to the pain of what he'd just witnessed and done. With the knife thrust in to the hilt, he jerked it across to the other side of his neck. Effectively, but crudely, cutting his throat. He yanked it out to ensure the blood could flow and there was no chance of saving him. And then he dropped the knife to the bed.

With his eyes locked on Julia, he slowly bled out. His hand slowly grew just as cold as hers and his blood soon mixed with hers on the bedding beneath them. His last coherent thought was that the storm had finally stopped. Then every other thought slipped away, and he slipped into blissful death.

The midwife found them about an hour after the storm ended. She’d gotten the call from Iwan when the storm first started but had quickly been trapped in her home by the storm. Julia’s pregnancy had been problem free and there was little worry that the birth would be the same. Besides that, first time mothers often had long labors, so she was sure she’d be able to get to them once the storm died down. Even though the storm was stronger and stranger than any storm they usually had, she was confident that it wouldn’t last more than a few hours, several at the most. She thought she had plenty of time to get to Julia before the labor progressed far enough for anything to happen. And if she didn’t make it in time, Julia was passed the safe point of 37 weeks, so the baby was likely to not need any extra medical attention. So, in her mind, either the storm would end, and she’d get there before the baby was born, or the baby would be born during the storm, but Iwan and Julia would be able to handle it because the chances of something going wrong were low.

These thoughts are also why she took a little extra time after the storm before she went to check on them. The phones were still down, so she couldn’t call them, but no one came rushing to her door for help, so her assumption was only strengthened. It wasn’t until after she’d settled her own family and checked over her home that she finally grabbed her medical bag and headed over to their house. It looked okay from the outside, there was no damage to the house. The lights were all off, though she didn’t know if that was due to lack of power or not. From the outside, nothing appeared worrying. Nothing appeared worrying, until she opened the door.

She'd found the door unlocked, which wasn’t unusual if they were waiting for her to arrive. But the house was quiet. She’d expected to hear voices, maybe moaning, or screaming from Julia, or if she’d missed the birth entirely, a crying baby. But she heard nothing. She almost turned to go back home, thinking it had been a false alarm and they were catching up on sleep after the storm. She didn’t want to disturb them if that were the case. But something told her to go check. So, she continued inside.

She made her way through the house, stepping around the broken glass from fallen picture frames and decorations and made her way to the bedroom. With each step, her need to check on them grew smaller and her worry grew larger. If it hadn’t been for the lack of damage to the house, she would’ve thought they’d been injured by the storm. But that wasn’t possible since the house was fine. She briefly thought that maybe there’d been an earthquake, that would account for all the fallen pictures and things in the house. But if it hadn’t been enough to knock over furniture so she doubted it would have been strong enough to cause harm. As her mind raced through possibilities and she got closer to the bedroom, her instincts started screaming at her. Something was wrong. Then that feeling intensified when the smell of blood hit her.

Her worry instantly turned into outright fear. Ignoring her instincts, she hurried through the rest of the house. She burst into the bedroom and stopped in place, staring with wide eyes at the bed. It took her a moment for her mind to comprehend what she was looking at. And then her scream rent the air. She dropped her bag and stumbled back through the house, stepping on all the glass she took care to avoid on her way in. She fell through the front door and to the ground, still screaming, and soon she was surrounded by concerned neighbors. She tried to answer their questions, but her frantic, frenzied words were too hard to understand. A few people rushed into the house, making the logical assumption that something had happened to Julia and Iwan. But they, too, rushed back out just like she had. One person immediately vomited where they stood, while the other two were crying.

One of the three was able to get the words out. "Julia and Iwan are dead, they were murdered." His words fueled the crowd's frenzy and suddenly everyone was shouting. More people wanted to rush in, but the more reasonable ones were able to hold them back. Voices and shouts overlapped each other as the crowd quickly grew in size with more concerned neighbors and villagers joining the fray. But in the chaos, no one noticed the figure watching them all silently before it snuck around to the back of the house.

Marvin Werner, local bartender and owner of said bar, had an idea of what had happened and he knew what needed to be done. Breaking in through the back door was easy and the noise from the crowd easily drowned out the noise of the window breaking. Not only did that let him open the door, but it would also give evidence to the theory that it was just a random murder. It would help things calm down if there was a somewhat simple explanation. And that in turn would make things easier for him.

He silently made his way through the house, avoiding touching everything. He wanted no trace of himself left behind. His focus was solely on the dead family in the master bedroom. He found them easily, even though he'd never been inside their house, by simply following the smell of blood. The door was still open from where the midwife had entered so he was able to just enter the room. Calm in the face of the carnage, he cautiously approached the bed. The adults were clearly dead, but they weren’t why he was there. He knew them as members of the village, but not personally. Julia and Iwan. They were good people and a happy couple. They'd wanted a child for years. He'd heard all about it in the bar after they announced her pregnancy. Everyone had been looking forward to this baby. He let out a regretful sigh. Things could have gone so differently if they'd been able to get the right help. But the odds were stacked against them from the conception.

He turned his attention from them to the baby, laying silent at her side. The baby, a boy, lay as if dead, just like them. But Marvin knew better. He moved around to the side of the bed, eyes locked on the still, tiny body. He leaned over it to get a closer look. Underneath all the blood was a normal-looking infant, with smooth skin and fine, blond hair. The umbilical cord was still attached, but he wasn't surprised by that. Marvin highly doubted the baby had been delivered with the intent of it surviving. He had just raised his gaze to the baby's face again when its eyes suddenly opened.

Marvin didn't react to the baby's snake eyes. It didn’t shock him. It wasn’t even on the list of the strangest things he’d ever seen. He gave it a sad smile, then whispered, "You caused quite a storm, little one. Figuratively and literally." The baby just continued staring up at him. Marvin raised his hand and carefully stroked the boy's cheek, fingers gently scraping off some of the dried blood. "I don't think this is a good place for you. But I know a place where you'll be safe and loved. Do you want to go there?"

There was still no visible or audible response, but Marvin got the answer loud and clear. He nodded approvingly. "Good lad. Let's get going then, before the lot outside get their heads on straight and figure out what they should be doing." He could already hear the noise from the crowd dying down as a few prominent, commanding voices took over. They were running out of time.

Marvin leaned over and plucked the bloody knife up from where Iwan had dropped it. With it covered in blood, it was already so messy that his handling it didn’t make a difference. He cut the cord with one quick, efficient action, then set the knife back in place. He didn’t know how much the midwife and others had seen when they’d entered the room but leaving it as they’d seen it was important. The disappearance of the baby would raise enough questions on its own, there was no need for any added suspicions. He carefully picked the baby up and cradled it against his chest in one arm. With him secured in his arm, he quickly searched the room. He found what he was looking for, a soft towel probably placed there for the birth. Still holding the baby against his body, he awkwardly wrapped him in it. It wasn't a good swaddle, but it would do. Just as he resettled the boy in his arms, he heard people entering the house.

"Time's up, little one. I need you to keep being quiet a little longer, alright? Good lad." He couldn't go back through the house now. He could hear people creeping down the hallway towards the bedroom already. So, he quietly opened up a window and slipped outside, surprisingly agile for a man who looked as old as he did. He tucked the baby closer against him, hiding the tiny face in his soft green shirt, and slipped away from the house.

With the village focused either on the dead couple or the aftermath of the storm, it was too easy for him to sneak through alleys and between buildings as he headed for the forest. As he did so, he could hear word spreading of what happened to Julia and Iwan. He sighed internally, his mind already making plans for all the damage control he’d have to do when he returned. But that was an issue for the future. His focus right then was getting the child out of the village to somewhere safe.

Once they made it to the outer edge of the village, right on the unspoken line where the village and the forest met, he checked the baby. He still hadn't moved or made a sound, not once as he was carried. He just continued to stare up at Marvin, only breaking the eerie sight to give him a slow blink. Lowering his head slightly, he whispered, "Alright, little one. We're going to move fast now. Hold on." The boy finally moved then, gripping the edge of the towel with his tiny hand. Marvin nodded and smiled down at him, then raised his head. He repositioned the boy, again making sure he was secure in his arms, before he suddenly leapt into the trees and disappeared into the forest.

#nightshade manor #horror #cw blood #cw: gore #content warning #tw death #supernatural horror #idk how to tag this #Im sorry

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May DWC Day 2 - Temperance/Gluttony

Lyn had never been a paragon of temperance, but every time she set foot inside the manor house on the Tel’vaiel estate lands she felt like she must be on par with the more reverent Sisters of the Light she’d heard humans talk about on occasion. The opulence was always a little staggering; there were enough rooms to house multiple families worth of people, and perhaps that had been the case at some point in its lifespan, but the past few years the only resident had been the Lady herself.

Keranna Zerine, a former noblewoman in her own right, was head of house here and led Lyn through the still foreign corridors that glittered in the sunlight let in by the vast windows and open terraces. Chandeliers dripped with faceted glass prisms that caught the light and scattered it, casting brilliant rainbows onto the ceilings and gauzy silk curtains. The glassworks here were well known, most of the vials in the clinic bore the Tel’vaiel stamp of provenance and she’d seen pretty little suncatchers and stained glass pieces around the city that held the same distinction.

She’d only been here a few times, most of those in the last couple of days, but every time she passed from the corridor and into the private drawing room it struck her that Lady Tel’vaiel’s personal quarters were bigger than her entire house. But she was here to work, and not to judge.

Lady Tel’vaiel pushed herself up in bed a little as she and Keranna stepped in; her color was better than it had been previously, but she still looked tired. Drawn too thin among her nest of sumptuous silk blankets and vibrant plush pillows. Still, she’d put on a richly embroidered dressing gown, the metallic stitches accented with little sewn in gems and glimmering glass beads and sat as regal as her ailment would allow in the presence of outside company. Pride was something Lyn understood. “What news, then, Doctor Gloamingdawn?”

Lyn had a seat in a chair that could probably keep her fed for a year if she sold it and settled her bag in her lap so she could get out the pages of written instructions and a small army of potion vials, “Nothing too alarming; your collapse wasn’t due to an onset of hemolytic anemia like you feared, your blood cell count is normal. There were higher traces of arcane oxidization, though, and I suspect overtaxing your reserves is the culprit. What are you working on for the Magistry right now?”

“Ah, well, that’s better news than I was expecting. My work is for the Regency and is quite confidential,” the Lady fidgeted with a ring that had caught Lyn’s eye in Talon’s mercenary camp, the purple stone set in the center contained the fragment of a soul that longed to be set free and her Val’kyr calling itched to do so, but Fiorenze’s voice stayed bright as she continued, “What am I to do, then?”

“Take a few days off and relax, try not to use magic if possible. I know you come from a storied line of magi but you found a limit and need to respect that if you intend to stay healthy and not have your hair color shift further,” the shock of white in the Lady’s bangs had already increased by an inch on the left, as clear a sign of arcane overuse if there ever was one, “I’ve written out a short treatment plan, and brought with me some low-dose mana potions that you need to take with your meals for the next three days. I also think you should break that soulstone, you’re not whole without that piece and it is going to continue to affect your health long term if you keep pushing yourself in your work the way you have been,” Lyn said, perhaps a little stearner than she’d meant to, as she set the papers and potions on the gilt nightstand nearby.

Lady Tel’vaiel’s hand closed over her ring protectively as she shook her head, “Unless you intend to become my personal Val’kyr, similar to Sylvanas’ nine, it stays where it is as insurance. I take it that ‘relaxing’ is meant to limit my physical activity as well? No terribly strenuous work?”

Her shoulders itched at the mention of the Nine sisters and Lyn frowned a little. She’d made the suggestion but couldn’t force the issue, “Correct, nothing strenuous until you’ve run the course of the potions. I am concerned that you could develop hemolytic anemia if you aren’t careful. It does run in your family and stress like this can trigger it, but for now it’s a lesser issue.”

“Well, that’s agreeable enough. I’ve been meaning to do a little more reading in my gardens of late and it seems like now is no better time. Thank you, Doctor Gloamingdawn. Keranna will call on you again when you’re needed,” the Lady’s eyes flicked past her and to the door where her head of house was waiting, “If you could, please escort the Doctor out?”

Lyn certainly didn’t need to be told twice.

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kinglyisms · 2 months

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♚ — @ebresos ;; Eric & Siius.

Crimson hues stay on the shorter man. He, admittedly, had been coming there several times after the whole tea thing. Often, he would play chess and make tea for the other. Even if he didn’t feel like he was interesting, Siius believed he was. Even despite the Vurnoki piece he had within, he was still interesting to him.

He had grown fond of staring. It was probably rude but he couldn’t help it. Eric was also rather attractive. Would he say that out loud? He wasn’t sure.

“Mmmn. Would you like more tea?” He inquired as he stood from his spot opposite him. “Or shall we call it for today?”

It’s weird how much Siius apparently decides to keep coming back. Eric wasn’t sure what to make of it, or when he had offered Eric to get out of the manor, away from all the stress here, and visit him in his forest. Eric had him mark on a map where he lived and when he was gone had carefully measured the distance. It was, admittedly, too far for him to go without risking death. But, he had at the very least considered it before politely declining the next time Siius visited.

But the fact he kept coming back to visit was odd to Eric. No one else visits him as much as Siius does, which was interesting to think about. Out of all the people he knows, and Eric knows a good bit, no one else is around that much. His “friends” are pretty much the people who live in the house with him, and the King if they can even define what they have as a friendship. It’s more like people Eric enjoys talking to and he can narrow that list down to about three people who don’t live with him.

But Siius keeps coming back, keeps taking the time to visit and see him, to talk to him and get to know him. And it’s weird. It’s very weird and he doesn’t know what to do with it. No one has given him this much attention since Elisabeth, and she had been gone from his life for a several centuries now. The world he had wanted to build with her was nothing but a nightmare that continues to haunt him.

Even with his heart buried six feet under along with her.

Speaking of nightmares, with Siius visiting so much and staying so late, since he can only fly at night apparently, Eric hasn’t even been getting his naps in (though they were more like involuntarily passing out in his chair). He doesn’t like sleep, despite needing it, and his body was reaching its limit. He hasn’t fed in quite a while too, weeks at this point, and with Siius being around the hunger seems to be worse than normal. It’s the beat of his heart, his attractive body, simple things like that. He can rationalize it, that doesn’t mean he likes it.

He also knows that he’s playing fairly horribly at chess and the tea isn’t sating his thirst like it usually does. So the question draws a gentle blink from Eric and he shifts in the chair, leaning forward to set the half full teacup down on the table.

“A break is fine. If you are hungry I can ask Zero to make you something to eat.”

#♚ — ( resident ) eric.#ebresos #♚ — ( inquiries ) answered.#long post cw

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starlit-meloncholia · 1 year

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17, 25, 30

For the D&D ask thing:

17. What are some house rules your group has?

Oh, we have several! One such example is contested ties; if you meet an armor class or DC exactly, if the situation fits I can call for a contested roll where each party rolls a d20 and the higher roll wins. This can represent things like arrows snagging in someone's shirt without actually hitting them, or a trap just barely missing your head

Another example is Sleep Checks: If a character is sleeping soundly, they have to fail a Con check for them to wake up (any amount of damage is an automatic wakeup, though!) The Barbarian in our old party had a habit of sleeping through ambushes if no one kicked him awake :p

The most-used example would have to be the Rule of Cool/Rule of Funny. If something would be cool or funny and enough people want to see it happen, mechanics and story be damned it can happen. It helps to facilitate fun stories where you can do vaguely ridiculous or incredibly badass things, like when the paladin taught a hostile Weeping Angel-esque gargoyle to (badly) play a pipe organ that was sitting around as dungeon flair instead of fighting it

25. What have your players done that you never could have planned for?

I actively encourage my players to try and stump me, so I have several examples. One of my favourites would have to be a quest where the party was hired to assassinate a politician. The politician himself was a normal 4hp gnome, but he was holed up in his manor with a ton of guards and they couldn't just murder him in the streets without becoming wanted criminals in a land filled with plenty of other mercenary companies and bounty hunters.

The Paladin went door to door gathering information under the guise of recruiting children for a Young Squires Association (this was very successful, and he had to deal with a pack of wealthy brats offloaded by the senator's neighbors bc rule of funny. He also got plenty of information about the house and senator, such as that the back door is busted and flaps in the breeze and he's been married for centuries). The Paladin then took his horde of children and left to try and return them, as he didn't want a dozen rich spoiled brats.

Using the tips gathered by the Paladin, the Rogue then tried to sneak in the back door (intended path) alone (not intended), where she was found by guards pretty quickly after breaking a vase. Not wanting to fight an encounter alone (smart), she pretended to be an investigator hired by a local HOA, here for a surprise inspection due to reports of a damaged door (this became a running joke). She was escorted off the property and was assured that it would be repaired and that a complaint would be filed against the HOA for the lack of notice. Giving up, she went to a tavern to drink and flirt with the quest giver. The sorcerer went with her.

The druid, then, went and knocked on the front door. When it was answered by a mook, she burst into tears and explained that she had heard from her mother that her missing father lived here (she was like 30). She explained she was a bastard born out of wedlock and she just wanted to meet her father. They denied her, so she started screaming and crying in the street for him to meet his child and stop being a deadbeat father. Eventually she got enough attention that the politician asked to see her in his office.

The guards escorted her to the office and left her alone with him. He questioned her, she successfully convinced him she was his half-gnome bastard (she was a Yuan-Ti Pureblood and like 6'1"). She then proceeded to tearfully explain she just wanted to know and have a relationship with her father; her "father" denied this and escorted her to the front door to kick her out, giving her hush money to not ruin his reputation and 200-year marriage. She walked with him out of the private and secluded office, past all the guards and servants (undisguised), and out into the street with him before casting Poison Spray in his face and garroting him in public before leaving to the tavern, collecting her pay, and skipping town before the guards caught up to her.

She got paid twice for that job and got a bonus from the quest giver for making it look like it wasn't politically motivated.

30. Are your players diplomatic or are they murder hobos?

My players lean towards the diplomatic, as you can probably tell from the earlier anecdotes lol. Any time an enemy is neutralized, the XP is given; this means the party never loses out on XP for not killing something as long as they still dealt with it and made sure it was no longer a threat. I also give bonus XP (up to half the original value) for solutions that I didn't plan for. With that freedom and incentive, a lot of creative and often nonviolent things come out of quests and dungeon situations.

One more recent example is from a quest where the party was hired to clear out the sewers of a major city suffering a monster epidemic that they caused. The party allied with a tribe of ratfolk that were mining in the sewers and killing those who approached, and then led them into a turf war with a hive of tosculi that were kidnapping people from the city above.

That's not to say that they haven't committed war crimes of course, but who hasn't bisected kobold prisoners for trying to escape? A real murder hobo would never have taken a prisoner in the first place lol.

#whew #this turned out to be pretty long #d&d ask #thanks anon!#asks and replies

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allisonreader · 2 years

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The scorn prince! And the shipwreck story! Please!

Ah, The Scorn Prince is a brand new idea that’s more of a concept than anything at the moment. (Also, just really like the sound of the title.)

The man who he had known as his guardian, was on trial. One that would likely end in his execution, by his so called parents. It pained him to know how much he looked like the man who sired him and the woman who birthed him. He had his mother’s dark hair and hazel eyes that leaned towards amber. While he had his father’s facial structure and height.

She didn’t know much about him other than he was moody and didn’t go to church. He wasn’t a local either, as everyone knew about when he came to town. He had been placed in the big manor home that was rarely used except for important visitors or events. The mystery man in exile.

Her town was a quiet one where not a lot happened. At one point it was home to some nobleman who had moved away years ago to be closer to court. His home was left as a place to stay for foreign dignitaries and other nobles who might happen to travel through town. So normally the large manor house was quiet, other than the few servants left behind to keep the place in good condition. Lately there had been more activity around the place than there had been in recent years. It seemed like the house was being prepared for something more than a short stay. More people were being hired on.

As of this moment, this is all that there is for it. It will probably end up being a redemption story with a bit of romance in it. The scorn prince of the title, bitter about his exile he’s been place in, having to learn there’s more in life than what his guardian had taught him over the years.

And then the Shipwreck Story. This one does have plot and characters as much as it’s still evolving. It’s supposed to be about a couple from two different backgrounds who survive a shipwreck, stranded on a deserted island for five years. Except, that’s not the part of the story that intrigues me. It’s the what happens after they’re rescued off of the island that does. How the pair of them get separated and pulled away from each other. The outside forces that end up keeping them from each other. There’s a fair bit written on this one in physical notebooks as well. Three different parts/snippets below.

"Richard. Stop calling her Dolly. She has a proper name. Please use it."

"Gwendolyn doesn’t mind me calling her Dolly. Do you Dolly?"

"Daddy, you’re silly. Mama, I really don’t mind daddy calling me Dolly. Especially when it’s just us. In public it might be different, but daddy doesn’t usually call me such then."

oOo

Panic.

Bile crawling up her throat. They were all going to die. Drowned. Sucked under the waves. How were they ever going to stay afloat? Waves pounded the ship. Rain pelted both her and the ship. Making her dress hang heavily, clinging to her skin. Lightning flashed. Thunder boomed and crackled. Sparks flew from the mast. Chaos grew. People running everywhere. Running past her. She couldn’t move. She was going to die on this ship. Remain on it until the end of time. Move. She needed to move. One step forward. Then another. One step at a time would still get her somewhere. She needed to find Gregory or her father. They would know what to do. At least more than her. Where to go? Where would they be?

“Gregory?! Daddy! Where are you?” Her cries were lost in the noise and people pushing past her. Bump. Bump. Bump. As she was pushed out of the way. Pushed forward with the crowd causing her to stumble and fall on her knees. Bile was coming up again. The ship lurched and dipped. Her head was spinning. Home. She wanted to go home. To be home safe with her mother and Marcas. Sobs broke free, tears making it harder to see in the rain. She needed to get up. To get off this ship. Where was she going? Where should she be going? How was she going to get off? Why did this have to happen when the men had all gone to the smoking room. She needed to concentrate. To focus on getting off the ship safely. She made herself get up. If she followed the crowd, she should find help or the way off right? That should be the safe thing? Moving with the crowd still had her being bumped along and trying not to stumble again. Finally she was at the edge of the ship. Clinging to the rail. Bile rising again as she watched the swell of the next wave. At least she could lean over the rail this time. The next she knew, her feet were gone out from under her. The railing slipped away from her and what contact she had with the ship was gone. She hardly had a chance to panic. As everything grew dark and she knew no more.

Being around so many people again was a bit overwhelming. Being on Sam's arm made it manageable. Even as they walked through the crowded port he’d continuously look at her, checking on how she was doing without a word. He knew where they were going. To get them officially married. They just needed a marriage license. They came upon a small storefront which they entered. It was a jewelry store, with a few new pieces and many older pieces which had been sold off. As Sam spoke with the owner, she left his side to wander around the little shop looking at what was in the different display cases. She hadn’t worn any jewelry in a long time. She was looking forward to wearing the ring that said she was Sam's. She wandered back to his side.

"Sam? I need to go outside. I’m finding it a little warm in here."

"Of course Lyn, I’ll be out soon and then we can go get married."

"I can’t wait." He gave her a quick peck on her cheek and had rested his hand on her stomach for just a moment. Soon they’d be an official family. She had only intended to stay right by the front window. So that when Samuel turned around they could see each other and wave, which they did once, but that plan had quickly been derailed. She had just turned around from looking in the window to see what else was on this street when she heard a gasp.

"Gwendolyn! My baby! There you are!"

"Mother! You might be seeing things!"

"Mama? Marcus? Is that really you?" She stepped towards them, leaving that direct view of the window.

"It is. We had heard you had been found on an island and were being brought into port here. We knew we had to come. Look at you! What are you wearing?" She gave her mother a look at that question.

"What mother means is that we’re glad to see that you are well, even if a bit thin. Clearly after five years, without fabric or things to mend your own clothes you must have been lent something to wear."

"I was. Where is daddy? Is he here as well?"

"No, he is not."

"Why not?"

"Come along dear and we'll tell you on the way home."

"No. I can’t leave. Not without Samuel."

"Who, pray tell, is Samuel."

"My husband."

"You got married on an isolated island?" Marcus asked.

"Well not officially, but we’re working on that."

"If there’s no paperwork yet, he is not your husband. Just what did this man do for a living?"

"He’s a sailor. I should really be getting back to him."

"He’s not good enough for you."

"What do you mean mama? You don’t even know him yet."

"He’s a sailor. You can do better than him. You were engaged to marry Gregory. He survived that shipwreck as well you know."

"I’m glad to hear that, but I’m sure he’s moved on, thinking I was dead. Besides I have Samuel now."

"Nonsense. Gregory will be thrilled to see you again. Now come along Gwendolyn. We need to go home."

"No. Mama, I can’t leave without Samuel."

"You’re coming home with me right now. Marcus help me get her home."

"Come home and at least talk with us about what happened the past five years. A lot has happened within that time."

"Marcus, don’t take mama’s side. I’m not leaving without Samuel."

"Gwen, dad’s dead. They found his body and brought him home after the shipwreck happened."

"What? But Gregory-"

"Gregory survived, dad did not."

"No. That can’t be true. How can Gregory be alive but not daddy? They were both supposed to be in the same place together. I- I always thought that they’d either both be gone or both safe…"

"Let’s go home so you can grieve in peace."

"But Samuel…"

"We'll send for him."

"How though?"

"Everyone knows about what happened to the two of you. He won’t be that hard to track." They slowly guided her to their waiting carriage as she tried to catch a glimpse of Sam.

"I want Samuel. We shouldn’t leave without Sam. He’ll worry about me. About our baby…"

"About your what?"

"Baby. Once we’re married we’ll all be a proper family in a few months."

"That won’t do. That won’t do at all. Get in the carriage Gwendolyn. Before you disgrace us anymore than you have."

"Mother don’t be so harsh with her. This is all a shock for her."

"You get in as well Marcus. We need to leave. Now."

"Fine. Get in Gwen. Mother won’t be happy until you are."

"I’m not leaving without Sam."

"Yes you are."

She was forced into the carriage against her will.

"I will remember this, what you’ve done. Forcing me to leave my husband behind."

"He’s not your husband."

"Yes he is, even if we don’t have the paperwork to show it. We had our own make do wedding ceremony on the island with just us. I’ve been with him as a wife is for her husband and I’m carrying his child!"

"How far along are you?"

"Fairly early. I’m not showing as of yet, but I do have clear signs that I am."

Muttered under Vera's breath. "We’ll see about that."

The carriage ride home was quiet and awkward. They all split ways once home and she went and found her own bedroom again. Crying about what a horrible first meeting it was with her family again. Now she knew what happened to her father. She fell asleep crying and then didn’t wake up until the morning.

#answered asks #the scorn prince #the shipwreck story

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stargazer-balladeer · 3 years

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S/o’s birthday but locks themselves in their rooms because they don’t feel special [Genshin Impact]

Characters Included: Aether, Childe, Diluc, Kaeya & Venti.

Notes: Ayeeee! Since it’s my birthday today, why not make this? :))) I actually got carried away 🥲 this is around 3.5k words in total. Hope ya’ll like this!

Reader’s Gender: Neutral (tho i think there’s a slight implied female hehe…)

Warning: probably some swear words here and there knowing me- and mild suggestive themes in kaeya’s part

[albedo, scaramouche, xiao]

Aether remembers your birthday more than he knows his- like srsly, he’s the kind that remembers his s/o’s bday more than his. He’s also the kind that celebrates it privately unless you want to celebrate it with others, which he doesn’t mind. He might have a hard time deciding what kind of gift you want, but sooner or later, he already has one (or multiples bc he can’t decide-).

Imagine his confusion when your day finally arrives but he can’t find you anywhere, even Paimon, who was excited to celebrate your bday (“oohh~ I can’t wait to eat the cake!” - Paimon), seems confused. Probably the culprit in planting worry in the travellers head as she jumps to conclusion that you might’ve been kidnapped.

Luckily, he checked your house before he could report it to the knights of Favonius or the Qixing (like any normal person should do really-). When he received no reply, he takes out the spare key you gave him and entered your house, an invasion of privacy he knows but it's an emergency-

Knowing that you’re in your room when he can’t find you downstairs, he knocks on your bedroom door softly while calling your name. Imagine his (and Paimon’s) relief when the door cracked open. Immediately engulfing you into a hug, he lets out a sigh of relief. He then proceeds to ask you what you were doing inside your room when it’s your birthday. His heart literally broke when you stated your reason. Tightening his hold around your figure, he smiles bitterly, knowing that feeling all too well..

“That’s not true. None of that stuff is true. Everyone deserves to feel special on their birthday, most especially you. We’ve brought some food, and cake of course. Also some gifts from other people. If you want, do you want to celebrate it with just the two, or rather three, of us?”

You, who was a literal angel in his eyes deserve the world. He honestly wants to find whoever put that idea in your head but that was reserved for another moment. For now, his main priority is your happiness. Guiding you downstairs where Paimon was (she left when aether hugged you, knowing you two needed privacy. also the cAKE-), he watches as your eyes sparkle at the sight of the cake.

Grinning softly he made sure you had fun with your birthday. Even though it would be more fun with more people, it feels more special if it’s celebrated with just the two of you. Staring you with pure adoration as you laughed merrily at the sight of Paimon stuffing herself with food. He couldn’t help himself but lean forward to place a kiss on your forehead and then on your lips, leaning back with a smile on his face.

“Happy birthday, my love. May many more to come. Maybe next time, we can invite other people. Though I don’t mind if we’ll celebrate it with just the two of us only-” And Paimon! Don’t forget about Paimon!” “Yes yes. And Paimon.”

Similar to Aether, he would most definitely remember your birthday. After all, it holds a special place in his heart, alongside his family. And since this boi is rich af, he would most definitely try to spoil you on your birthday. Piles of expensive (or just cheap yet meaningful) gifts, reservation to a high-class restaurant in Liyue Harbor, and all that glamour.

Actually, he didn’t find it odd that he didn’t see you immediately, thinking that you overslept or just relaxing in your house. But he soon finds it weird when it’s already around 3 in the afternoon and no sign of your face in the crowd, something he raised a brow at but shrugged it off. It isn’t until it’s almost the time of the reservation he made when he finally realized what’s going on.

When he arrived at your house, dressed in a suit similar to Zhongli except it’s entirely black and white, waiting for you to come out. After a couple of minutes, he soon got concerned and decided to enter your bedroom through the window (pls do not do this at home). Startled at the sudden appearance of your handsome yet cheeky boyfriend, he stares at you with eyes asking the questions he didn’t dare to tell.

Knowing he will get his answer one way or another, you decided to tell him about your dilemma. After you finished explaining yourself, silence surrounds you, which is quite worrisome since your boyfriend is known for his rather talkative behavior. Blinking in surprise at the sudden embrace of the 11th Harbinger, his hug was rather tight but not too tight that it cuts your oxygen. Speaking in a low, faint voice, a surprising feat for him, you can make out what he said as clear as day.

“I’m sorry. I should’ve noticed it sooner. I was trying to be a perfect boyfriend for you but I guess I failed in that aspect. You know, if you feel like you aren’t special enough to celebrate your birthday, then what about me? Me who stained his hands with the red blood of his enemies, always engaging in a fight, clashing with other blades. Insecurity is really an asshole huh? Let me make it up to you now. Let’s not anymore go to that stupid high-class restaurant, c’mon, up you go. You better dressed comfortably when I come back or else…”

Leaving you quickly before coming back immediately, this time in more comfortable clothing rather than the stiff suit he wore earlier. This time as well, he entered your house normally through the door. In his arms, he was holding a bunch of stuff and proceeded to dump it on the living room table. It was different kinds of movies in different genres, you spotted some of your favorite movies in them (makes you also wonder where he got these from since you don’t remember seeing these in the room he stays-).

He would suggest making a pillow fort, and while making the pillow fort, he proceeded to smack you with one. Which ensued a pillow fight between you two. It successfully made the both of you a laughing mess by the end, filled with feathers. Childe then carries you bridal style to the incomplete pillow fort and starts the movie you chose. Placing you in his lap and placing his head either on your shoulder or head depending on your height, cuddling you from behind tightly with a contented smile on his face.

“You know what? This might not be how I envisioned how your birthday would go, but I’m not complaining. Happy birthday, comrade. My most adorable and most cutest and only love. I love you so much that you’ll be the very reason why I die so suddenly. So stop being so cute okay?”

(You two are living together in this one.)

Diluc has the probability of forgetting your birthday due to his busy schedule, especially if it’s starting to rise when your birthday draws near. He might neglect you for a couple of days, too engrossed in his work. When the day finally arrives, it completely leaves his mind. Like he’ll think of it as a completely ordinary working day. It isn’t until one of your friends told him to send you their birthday greetings that he remembered. And oh boy does he feel guilty, like srsly, he literally froze when he realizes what day it is today. And you know what that means? ✨Panicc✨

Honestly, I can see him buying the whole store XD. In the state of panic, his common sense just leaves him completely that he ends us buying practically the whole store. It would be sent to the Dawn Winery immediately as he buys some flowers from Flora, who also sent you her birthday greetings, which made him more guilty-

When Diluc steps foot inside the manor, he tries to search for you outside the gardens where he usually finds you but when he doesn't, he gets worried. Asking the head maid immediately about your whereabouts, and his concern and worry (and guilt) grew even more when he finds out that you haven’t gone out of your room. He quickly went to your shared room, with the flowers still in his hands, and knocked on your door. Calling your name softly and asking for permission to enter, when granted he entered the room as quickly as possible. But seeing the sight of you bundled up in your blanket made his heart crack.

Placing the flowers at the bedside table, he quickly made his way in front of you and kneeled down to meet your eye level. You can tell he was very worried about you with how frantic his eyes seem and the concern underlying it. With the way he was staring at you, you can’t help but spill your insecurity to him. The reason why you were hiding in his room rather than go out to celebrate your day of birth. Every word you spill made his heart break even more. Seeing tears started to leak from your eyes, he placed his two hands on your face wiping away the tears with his thumbs. Smiling at you gently and placing a kiss on your eyelids and on your nose.

“I completely understand, my love. Even I sometimes feel that way. Also to the point where I don’t want to celebrate my birthday even, but that won’t do my love. You are so special, you deserve your special day to be well special. If you want to simply lay here and sleep, then so be it. If you want to go out and do something, then I’ll happily oblige. Let’s obliterate those awful thoughts, and if those keep persisting, I’ll slice them up for you. I’ll keep picking you up when you fall. So, what is your command, my love?” (i'm so tempted for him to say master-)

Whatever your answer may be, one thing for sure, Diluc is seen smiling adoringly at you. Even the maids noted how soft the master is around you, particularly today. Whether curled up together in the bed, with him embracing you tightly to his chest and placing a kiss on top of your head. And if you listen carefully, you can hear him quietly humming a tune that his father (or mother) sang to him. Or you two outside in the garden, simply admiring the view with his hand around your waist.

Either way, at the end of the day, he would wake you up or make you go inside for dinner. You haven’t eaten breakfast or lunch yet so you’re probably hungry by now. If you don’t want to leave your room or want to return to your room, he would understand and make the maids bring the food to you. When the maid(s) finally arrives with the food, you notice the cake on the tray. Looking at him as he chuckles, taking the trays from the maids. Humming a light tune, he scoops a spoonful of cake and holds it to your mouth, with a slight smirk on his face, eyes twinkling with mischief.

“Stop staring at me like that, did you really think I would let the day go by for you to not celebrate your birthday properly? From what I know, birthdays have cakes in them, whether a huge cake or a cupcake. Say ‘ahh’~... Happy birthday my love. May next year be more enjoyable than now.”

Kaeya remembers your birthday like the back of his hand, I think he’s even more excited than you really. Eagerly awaiting your birthday as he counts down the days, dropping hints and stuff to you birthday-related, and probably plans a birthday party for you. The knights immediately agreed on it, including a certain bard, traveler, and wine master (albeit more hesitantly). He made sure that this party would be successful, constantly checking on the plans and such. To the point that everyone was practically fed up with his constant questions. But they understand that he wants this to be a successful and enjoyable party for you. It got to the point where Diluc kicked him out of his Tavern after asking for the umpteenth time.

When your day finally arrives, he was practically beaming with joy and excitement. To the point where he can’t hide it behind the cool and suave facade he wears. He quickly made his way to you, going along with the plan of distracting you as they started to prepare for the party. In his total excitement, he didn’t notice the rather gloomy atmosphere around the house. But when he arrived at your door, that is when he noticed how quiet your house is.

Now albeit worried, his excited smile slipping from his face and now replaced with a worried frown, he knocked on your door, calling you in his usual teasing voice. When he didn’t hear your response, the bubble of anxiety appeared in his body. Twisting the knob and finding it unlocked, he quietly and carefully opened the door. Seeing your back immediately, seeing your side rise and fall making him sigh in relief that you were still alive. Closing the door gently but made a noise to alert you of his presence. Taking a seat behind you, he ran his cold fingers on your back, watching you arching at the sudden coldness of his fingers. Smiling slightly, he asked what’s wrong.

Turning around to face him, you buried your face on his chest, inhaling his strong masculine scent. Instinctively wrapping his arms around you, he played with your hair with one of his hands. Tapping on your head slightly, beckoning for you to answer his question. With no way out, you decided to come clean. You explain how you feel like you don’t feel like you deserve to be treated as special on your birthday and all that sort. His face was void of emotion as he stared at the ceiling with his unique pair of blue eyes. Outside he might seem emotionless. But inside, he was on the brink of insanity. Who dares to put such an idea on his s/o’s mind? Why would you think of that? Was this insecurity of yours also his fault?

“That must be the most stupidest thing I’ve ever heard. You’re not special? Please. Don’t try to make me laugh with that joke ‘cause it’s not funny. You are a jewel, a star, a constellation. As rare as the gems, or rather visions. You can even rival the very sun with your smile. I know those demons in your head keep saying those words to you, the temptation is so tempting, right? Just succumbing to them to make them quiet. But that’s why I’m here, my dearest snowflake. I’m here for you. You’re so special to everyone, most especially to me. You mean the world to me. Anyway, enough of this tear-jerking stuff, we have a party to celebrate. And we can’t celebrate it without the birthday gal/guy now can we?”

Despite your protests, he lifted you effortlessly and carried you outside and into the dawn winery where the party was held. Placing you on the ground and pushing you forward where people from Mondstadt came and greeted you with happy birthdays. Smiling at the sight of you being overwhelmed at the warm greetings, and then chuckling at how bright your face became. Diluc nudges him to you, beckoning him to help you before returning to what he was previously doing (most likely trying to force a bard to not finish all the wines in the vicinity).

After a while in the party, Kaeya brings you to a secluded place with no people for air. Being in a party filled with people could be suffocating at times, especially if you’re not used to it. He intertwined his hands with yours and bends down to meet your eye level (or leans down if you have the same height as him-). He gives you a cheeky smile and proceeds to place a peck on your lips. Chuckling when you pouted and glared at him, wanting more kisses.

“My my, what a greedy vixen~ But it is indeed your birthday so I guess I have no choice but to oblige to whatever my birthday vixen wants me to do. Would you like me to strip as well? Haha. Kidding kidding. Happy birthday, princess/prince. May many more to come. Oh! I forgot. I heard from a certain birdie that you ordered for a personal performance from me~ would you like to get it now?”

Since we all know that Venti practically doesn’t do anything like every day, I would safely say that he would remember your birthday. Probably save some mora to buy you a gift for your birthday, even though it’s not as fancy as the people in Liyue (they all rich kids-), it’s still meaningful. He probably made a bracelet all by himself with the beads he either bought or also made by himself. Nevertheless, he was as excited as Kaeya for your birthday. Already prepared songs to sing for you when that day comes.

Venti immediately searches for you when the day finally arrives, but his excited and bright smile vanishes when he can’t find you in the crowd of people. Raising a brow at your sudden disappearance, he searched for you everywhere, the tavern, the church, the headquarters, everywhere but your house. So when he finally arrives at your house, he was filled with worry and concern. Entering your room through the window like usual, he sees your figure sitting on the floor while reading a book.

He pouted at the sight as he made his presence known by asking you why you were here and reading a book on your birthday. He watches as you jump from where you are and turns to look at him, sighing at the sight of him. He slowly made his way to you and sat next to you, his legs sprawled across the floor. He takes note of the food around you, which was non-birthday festive, it was just ordinary food. Not understanding why you’re sulking in your room, he asked you what’s wrong.

Venti’s eyes widened at your explanation, feeling the sadness leaking at the words you said. They weave themselves around his heart, squeezing it, making him have a hard time breathing. He shares your pain. He was your soulmate after all. He immediately engulfed you in a hug, stuffing his face on the crook of your neck. You were so vulnerable in his eyes. You were so fragile. He desperately wants to protect you from the pain. But looks like he can’t protect you from your own demons.

“Even though I promised myself to not say or do anything that’ll make you sad, I just need to get it off my chest. I’m sorry you had to suffer through that, those demons that a simple bard that weaves stories into songs can’t erase. Alright, no more feeling sorry for yourself. It’s time to get out and spend the rest of the day enjoyable, perfect for my precious Cecilia.”

Without any warnings, he picked you up and jumped out of your window. Shrieking at the sudden fast pace, you instinctively wrapped your hands around him as he landed on the ground. Giving you a smug smile while saying “didn’t think i’d let you fall now?” Please slap him. Anyway, he laughed at your aggression and continued to run. Even if you ask where you’re going, he just says it's a secret. So might as well enjoy being in his arms as he continues to run (you swear you can feel the wind adding to his speed but that was just maybe your imagination-).

After a while, he placed you down and you realized where you are. It was Starsnatch Cliff, surrounding you were Cecilia flowers. Venti jumped on you, making you fall to the ground as he giggles. His hat flown back from the force of his sudden attack, he still has that stupid big smile on his face. Since his laughter is contagious, you couldn’t help but laugh alongside him. His eyes glistened with delight at the sight of your smile finally. Grabbing your hand and placing the bracelet he made, he pressed a kiss on your knuckle.

“This bracelet shall be a promise from me to you, a fellow bard to the fairest queen/king. I shall love you for eternity, this heart will only beat for you, and this body belongs to you. If you’re in dire need of assistance, don’t hesitate to call me. I’ll be there, forever and always. Happy birthday, my sweet flower.”

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lolita-lollipop · 3 years

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Hi could I get some headcanons for a yandere demon who was accidentally summoned by a child and the demon realizes that the small child just wanted someone to play with. The parents neglects the child and even when the kid comes into the room with the demon the parents are like “go play somewhere else sweetie” so the demon is basically just like “yup this child is mine” and just takes the child to the underworld with them, thank you 🥺

I started a one shot on this, and then realized that you wanted headcannons, so there is totally gojnng to be a part two of this that is the actual process. Kk, into it now.

I had to skip through th me “kidnapping” one, because there isn’t much to describe about it.

(I can’t tag you since your anonymous, but Just know I’ll post it in the next few days)

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-he, of course, meets you after you summon him with the ritual you saw in a picture book. He’s actually quite suprised that a child summoned him just to play trains in a sandbox. It isn’t like he can go anywhere till you dismiss one of the candle flames, so he just sits down and humors you.

-he is quite confused on the fact that you want him to play with you, and not some of your friends. You seem like a sweet little one, very polite indeed, and you haven’t even judged him on his demonic appearance, usually humans run screaming from the red tint in his skin, black eyes, and large horns. So he is very intrigued by you.

-usually, he’s not one for human sympathy, mainly because they treat him likes he’s some monster from hell (which he is), But it still hurts. You on the other hand, don’t even seem to care at all about the fact, you are treating him like some friend, not a demonic pet for you to order around. He immediately feels a bond between the two of you, it might be one sided, but still, you are just too sweet for this blasted world you’ve been shoved in.

-when he learns that this precious’s little thing that is you, has never felt any sort of love, even though you are just a ball of heaven, he is angry. Humans are nasty, vile creatures, the one time, the ONE TIME that one isn’t taking advantage of him, someone is openly hurting them? This is where the yandere-ness starts, he might not have known you for long, but he immediately feels protective, how could someone hurt such a little thing like you? That should be counted as a criminal act.

-when you let him out of the star (with his careful instruction to only blow away one of the lines) he’ll immediately grab your hand, and hoist you up to his chest, which by the way, is 8 feet off the ground. He’ll ask you where these “parents” of yours are, whilst rubbing circles back and forth on your shoulders with his warm hands. You point towards the little blue house where you lived, and he’ll go walking in there like he owns the place. When you say you made a new friend, your mommy jsut sheigged you off and told you to go play because she’s busy and can’t deal with you. This triggers him to a whole new level.

-he’ll take you back outside immediately, and set you in the center of the star, shooting a flew unstoppable flames into the blue house, then he’ll ask you to draw a new line for the star, and you and him both are transported into the world of the under, the last remains of earth in Your mind consisted of a few feminine screams.

“This child is mine now. Filthy human.”

Treatment:

-when arriving in literal hell, you would find that it’s surprisingly normal, actually pretty beautiful if you were to ask me. The sky was black, and the plants and ground were red. But it was such a pretty sight. You wowed at whatever this place was, while holding onto the side of his arm.

-this man, treats you like a little princess, his little princess of course. He dresses you in the finest of clothing, feeds you the best food, and plays the best games with you. He chooses to ill the role of your parent, mainly because the human scum who called themselves your biological parents, were cowards, and didn’t deserve the title. You’ll see him attempt to imitate a human parent, but soon just say “Aw fuck it” and go his own way.

-he doesn’t really get mad at you, in fact it’s very hard for him to even feel slightly annoyed at you, none of the things you do are intentional, so most of the things that could annoy him get blamed on someone else.

-is the most overprotective being you’ll ever meet, not letting you do even the simplest of tasks because “you could get hurt”, apparently you are too fragile to complete basic tasks. He’ll help you get dressed, he’ll fed you, he’ll literally carry you everywhere, all the while he’ll be scaring away any other demons from his manor in case they smelled the sweet child that you are, and wanted it for themselves.

-you’re his best friend, but even so, you have to go back home at some point right? Wrong, he’ll make you think as if whatever place you were before, where you were neglected, and ignored, was nothing but a dream, when you ask any questions about it, he’ll shush you and tell you that it’s nap time or something.

-he doesn’t care at all if you miss your mommy and daddy, he never did understand why humans could form attachments to people who mistreat them. He’ll grow angered, not at you of course, you aren’t trying to do it on purpose, but more so at everyone in your past life that’s keeping you from him. So he might pull a few strings with some humans int he surface that are in debt to him, and bam, your old school, your fathers house, your friends horns, everything in town, has now burst into flames.

-nicknames include: littles, little one, child

Punishment:

-as I said he doesn’t get mad very easily, busy he also won’t tolerate a certain level of disobedience. That being said, he will never even think about embolism any form of physical pain upon you. Resorting to more tactical options.

-hell just scare you, like letting you wander out when it’s parent of that darker times (they don’t have days down here), and letting any demons come close to you, you of course, beings tiny little human faces with a huge snake thing, scream and cry for your best friend to come save you. Which he does, and engulfs you in his arms, boucning you up and down while shushing Youa Dan striking your hair.

-hell lecture you and tell you this is why you can’t leave him, then changing you out of the dirty clothing, and tucking you into bed.

Cuddles:

The two of you have quite the size difference, so snuggling with him would be hard, but not impossible. He is actually quite gentle with you, noting how easy it would be to crush you under his weight, so he’ll gently set you on top of him, over his chest, where he’ll wrap his arms around your sister, and keep his hands over your shoulders.

-or he’ll set your form in his lap, protective encasing his arms over your chest while you rest your head in his.

*bonus

-where he comes from, it’s a sight of dominance to hiss at others, so you’ll literally be just perched in his lap while he’s hissing like a cat at another demon like 👁👄👁

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Thanks for requesting, have a great day anon, bye!

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stefanmikaleson1864 · 2 years

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Together No Matter What Part Six :) !

A/N: I Hope everyone enjoys this ! Thank you so much for reading this story this is the last chapter. I’m glad everyone enjoyed this story If you like my work please like comment and reblog it means a lot to see interactions on my work

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Y/N’s POV

“Come on people, we need something,” Jubal said, biting his pencil, something he always did.

“We're working on it but they made it pretty hard,” you said, trying not to panic.

“I think I may know a way i’m working on overriding the mainframe” Ian said

Now that Ian was doing that you thought it was better to focus on where the hell Tyler was headed to.

Where ever he was headed no one knew how big of an attack he was planning and how much bombs he had.

There was another question was did know the FBI was on to him and put the bomb in the house or was it meant for someone else.

There were so many questions that just weren't making sense at the moment.

You took a deep dive at Tyler’s life. To see where he might be headed.

Usually with something like this it was personal and meant something. So it was good to look at his childhood from the very beginning.

He grew up in New Jersey out in the suburbs. His dad worked as a teacher and his mom was a nurse.

He had a normal life until when he was 16 when his dad passed away. His mom moved to New York in the city after that.

At his new school he fell into the wrong crowd and started doing drugs and started hanging out with extreme leftist and overthrowing the government.

The name of the group was called The Savers.

Meaning they would be the ones to save the world. The members of the group were the ones that were being killed in Chicago.

Which made sense because from what you could see is where he moved with the group three years after he joined.

The first victim was Carson Manor; he was the leader of the group and had some pretty messed up views

. From what we gathered his father was a known drug dealer who was killed by the police.

He blamed all cops for his dad’s death and that’s where the idea to overthrow the government began

. From blog messages and uncovered text Tyler wanted to be the new leader and thought Carson was all bark and no bite.

Tyler thought they should be sending a bigger message with bombs. Carson wanted to start off small and smart and not do anything so big to get caught.

Two days after a big fight in front of the group. Tyler wanted to kick Jake out of the group because he was too much of a hot head and feared he was too risky. Carson was found dead in a ditch by the river.

That was the beginning of the end for the group. Anyone who went against Tyler also ended up dead.

That it why it was so hard to make the connections in Chicago they kept the group so lip tight that it ended up looking like random attacks.

Jake was his second hand man after Tyler became leader. He was aware of the murders but didn’t want to go against him maybe he was scared he would end up next.

Jake and Jasmine formed an alliance and wanted it all to stop and was going to go the police.

That’s how they both ended up dead. Tyler must have found out and decided to clear up shop.

Now that we had discovered all that the case was becoming more clear now. It all made sense.

Know that we had all that where would it make sense for Tyler to go. He wanted to send a message where everyone could see.

You started scrolling through events down in the city. You thought he would be more comfortable going there.

Not much was going on at the moment but one thing did get your attention there was a pro police protest going on down in Central Park a back the blue event. Where else would one go that wanted to go out with a bang.

It was the only lead you had to go with and your gut was telling you this is where he was headed.

“Hey Jubal I think I might have something on where Tyler is headed.” You said

He looked over at you and walked over to you

“Yeah Yeah what do you got” He said

“Tyler grew up in the city sense he was sixteen so i figured safe bet he would go where he might know the area. There is a back the blue event down in central park i figured someone with bombs and wants to make a statement where better to go” I said

“Yeah Okay I can see it” Jubal said

“Are you sure we don’t have a lot of time and we already have stretched thin resources” Isobel said

“Based on what I read the group The Savers was all about overthrowing the government and sending a message and the even started about 30 minutes ago” I said

“Lets send everyone there and bomb squad to” Isobel said

“I got something I think were back” Ian said

We all looked at the screen and I could feel my heart racing. No one knew what happened and it was way past three minutes.

Ian did get the screen back up and at first we couldn’t see anything but then we Maggie’s camera showing.

She was outside and from the body cam we could see everyone except OA. Of course you were relieved to see Jay and everyone were okay but your eyes were scanning to see OA.

“Is everyone okay what happened when our feed cut off” Jubal said

“Everyone is safe OA is getting checked out in the back of the ambulance but other than that everyone’s good” Maggie said

“Good we think we know where Tyler is headed down Central Park to a back the blue event we need all resources to head down there” Jubal said

“Were on it headed down there know I’ll turn my body cam back on when we get down there” Maggie said

Ten Minutes Later and Maggie turned her body cam back on to let us know they made it down there.

I saw OA standing next to her and i felt the weight come off my shoulder. But then it felt like it was put right on there knowing that they were tracking down a dangerous guy.

“Let’s see if we can track down where is now I mean there are cameras everywhere down there” Isobel said

“Were on it” Kelly said

We began accessing the cameras to see we if could see him. We started off the entrances and worked our way in.

There was this worry that I was wrong and the knot in my stomach was so hard.

Then it looked like my gut was right when we saw Tyler heading in with a duffle bag. He was coming in the south entrance.

“I got him coming in south entrance with a duffle bag wearing a green jacket and baseball cap.” I said

“I see him headed that way” Maggie said,

We saw her and OA headed that way and we could hear everyone else yelling to clear the scene and get out

“Tyler stop right there and don’t move” OA said

“Slowly put the bag down and step away” OA said

“These people need to be taught a lesson and now everyone will know my name” Tyler said

“Everyone won’t know your name unless your dead your just be in the news for what 15 minutes and then the next news cycle comes in and your be dead but if your alive you can keep telling your story” Maggie said

“Gently put the bag down and put your hands up or we will shoot you” OA said

We could see OA walking closer and my hands were sweating and the knot in my stomach was coming back.

OA had his gun pointed at him and when OA got closer Tyler put the bag down and surrendered.

He cuffed the guy and they walked out the way and you could see bomb squad approach the bag.

Everyone just sat in silence at the JOC just watching the scene unfold in front of everyone about ten minutes of long waiting the scene was considered safe.

Everyone just let out a sigh of relief and there was some clapping. It was over finally this big case was finally done and you felt good knowing it was over and everyone was okay.

You all headed back to work. Now here came the fun paperwork there was so much that needed to be filled out. You waited for Jay and OA to come back and that would be fun catching up with them.

I mean it was definitely going to be awkward as hell I mean you didn’t even get to say hello to Jay or even a hug and know him and OA are working together and you didn’t even get a chance to properly introduce them.

About half and hour passed and everyone piled into the JOC there was a sense of achievement and a happy presence in the air.

“Hey heads up everyone up look who’s back give them a round of applause” Jubal said

Everyone clapped and cheered when they came in

“Thank you everyone really” Maggie said

OA looked over at you with the big and bright smile and you returned to. He walked over and out a hand on your back and stood behind you.

“Let’s finish up this paperwork tomorrow we need to take the win tonight and head out” Isobel said

“Sounds great see you all in the morning” Ian said running out making everyone laugh.

You got up and walked over to Jay and gave him a big hug. It was good to see him again and finally say a proper hello. He wrapped his arms around you and squeezed you tight.

“I missed you so much” You said

“I missed you too” He said

“Awe so sweet brother and sister working together” Scola said

“Yeah he begged to come up here he missed me” you said laughing.

“Hey Let’s go celebrate we need drinks” Adam said

“Yeah Let’s go” you said

Everyone walked out and Jay held you back. You looked at him confused and then when everyone was out of ear shot he looked over at you

“So when was you going to tell me your dating one of my fellow army guys” Jay asked

“Wait what are you talking about” I asked

“OA was in the rangers with me and your colleagues told me you were dating him” Jay said

“Well I didn’t know he was in the rangers with you he doesn’t talk much about it but we have been dating over a year with Covid it doesn’t feel that long and you knew I was seeing someone” I said

“Yeah you told me but I didn’t think it was him” Jay said

“Why even if you both worked together what’s the big deal” You asked

“There’s not one Omar is a good guy i’m happy for you but if he hurts you I will Kill him” Jay said

“Yeah I know you will now let’s go celebrate the win” You said

“Let’s go “ He said wrapping his arm around you

Everyone was at the Bar drinking and having a good time.

“Hey it’s crazy you went to the FBI and I went to the Police Force but i’m glad your doing well” Jay said to OA

“I know and it’s good seeing you after all these years and I didn’t know she was your sister or I would have told you man” OA said

“It’s good don’t worry about it i can see how happy you make her” Jay said

“I love her I really do she’s special” OA said

“That she is” Jay said

You walked over and sat Next to Jay

“So what are we talking about” You asked

“Just catching up” Jay said

“I’m glad this is all out in the open and you know you should come down to New York more often I mean people had to die for you to come and see me” You said laughing

“Yeah well how about you come back home once in a while I’m stuck with Will and that man is so needy” Jay said

Making you laugh and spit some of your beer out

“So how about tomorrow the three of us dinner” You said

“ I would like that” Jay said

“Me too” OA said

The rest of the night was fun you all stayed out late drinking. Everyone was hanging out having fun.

Jay went over to Hailey and smiled at her and it was so obvious they were seeing each other. I mean maybe Jay should take his own advice and be more open

You were sitting on the stool at a table and OA wrapped his hands around you placing his head on top of yours.

“You had me worried earlier with that live bomb” You said

“I know but everything was alright and I told you we would be together no what” OA said

“Together Always” You said

He kissed the top of your head. You leaded back into him. You looked around the room smiling watching everyone having fun.

It was such a good ending to a bad beginning.

THE END :)

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Fit to be Tied

Jason Todd x reader

Warning: Christmas? And the f word.

Christmas series 2

Jason didn’t pay much attention to holidays. Nope. That was for the living. He didn’t have much of need for it. But he did know that Christmas was quiet and New Years was busy for patrol. He guessed everyone ate Christmas dinner and and then got bored of playing nice. Or maybe that just wanted to start the new year with a big ass bang. Who knows?

Even when he was a kid, he didn’t celebrate the holidays. Too poor, mom too lost in drugs, and dad? Well fuck him. He was a piece of shit when he was around.

Jason kicked a beer can out of his way into the pile of trash on the sidewalk. They didn’t get the trash again this week it looked like. Daddy Bruce could play bat but couldn’t throw his money around enough to keep trash from piling on the street.

It was fine. He had more important things to do anyways. He had to buy a Christmas present. He didn’t care for the holidays but the sweet girl he had at home was a doll and fuck, if she didn’t deserve something. So Jason went down to the local pawn shop. Usually not a problem but it was 2 AM. Not exactly prime business hours.

So yes, Red Hood was breaking into a pawn shop to get a bracelet. He was leaving cash, $20 over the cost too. It was something you had seen earlier in the week and had admired. Gems of some kind shaped to look like a butterfly. You’d taken a minute longer to stare at it.

He left as quick as he came. And it wasn’t long until he was opening the window of your apartment dressed in street clothes. You were asleep. Jason had used the excuse of patrol to get out. But in the early morning hours of Christmas, he wanted to wake you.

“Princess,” he said gently. You moved a little before opening your eyes. You smiled up at him. Fuck, he didn’t deserve the way you looked at him. Your eyes looked so innocent and sweet. You never looked at him like he scared you.

“Jaybird, what’s going on?”

“I got you something for Christmas and it’s technically Christmas..” he said pulling out the box. You sat up, curious.

“It’s Christmas Eve. You got me something? I didn’t think we were- I didn’t get anything. I couldn’t-“ you said turning red. Money was too tight to consider it. The fact that the heat was still on this late in the month was a Christmas miracle.

“No no. It’s fine. Just being here is enough for me. I’ve never really celebrated Christmas anyways,” Jason said pushing the box in your hand. You held the box before kissing him.

You opened the box to see the bracelet you had been looking at the pawn shop. You smiled and stared at the pretty little butterfly. Jason watched you carefully for a reaction. He’d never admit it but he was more nervous now than fighting on the street.

“You saw me looking at it. I didn’t think you’d notice,” you murmured softly as you picked it up. Jason took it and wrapped it around your wrist. He clasped it on and you looked at it, moving your wrist in the light.

“Thank you. It’s beautiful,” you said quietly looking at it. You had a little grin on your face. Jason smiled. That’s the look he wanted. That little bit of happiness that you showed when you were really pleased. He intertwined his fingers in yours.

“Princess, you’re so cold,” Jason said with a frown. He could feel it colder outside but now that he was getting used to the temperature, it wasn’t warm as it should be.

“The heater was acting up again so I turned it down. The blankets are plenty warm,” you said and his heart all but broke. There was no way he was going to let you be cold all winter because the landlord wouldn’t fix things. He might pay this guy a visit. You sensed his anger.

“It’s okay, Jay. Come lay with me and get warm,” you said taking his hands. He let you pull him into bed. He kicked off his pants and shoes and laid on his side. You curled into him as a little spoon. His long big frame all but engulfed you. It always felt to protective. If he was holding you, he knew you were safe. Jason ran his fingers along your bracelet soft as his rough fingers could.

“You’re so good to me,” you said softly and his heart clenched again. Fuck, if you knew all the bad he did. His messed up past. He thought you would have run away when you first learned he was Red Hood but no, you had been kind.

“Naw, Princess you deserve more then this shitty place,” he said, and for the first time, he felt a little bad about giving all of his trust fund to the soup kitchen he would visit as a kid. A little would have been nice to get a better place for you. But he had been making a ton crushing the drug trade at the time and didn’t have a girl back home when he did it. He couldn’t be as reckless now.

You turned in his arms to look in his blue eyes. He has such an intense look on his face that you frowned. “Jaybird, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” he said pulling his face back to normal. “Just thinking. I wanna move you to a better place, a safer place than this,” he said running his thumb across your cheeks. You grasped his wrist and leaned into his touch. Jason would sometimes get like that. Thinking you deserved better. And you humored him even though you wouldn’t even know what to do with wealth.

“We’re moving. Soon. I’m promising now,” he said thinking about the painful conversation he was going to have with Bruce. His adoptive father he hadn’t even told you about. Bruce would do just about anything Jason asked. Probably the guilt of letting him die.

“But Jay, we’d miss the water that went from boiling to freezing at random. And I’m not sure if I can sleep without Mr and Mrs Jancowski having sex every Tuesday at 2 AM,” you said with a smile. He kissed you to shut you up. You were joking but each one felt like a little knife in his guilt. You pulled him over you and the thought of money troubles faded from your mind.

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Jason woke before you and watched you sleep. You laid on his chest with your hand in his hair and your soft breath on his throat. The bracelet was still on your wrist. You looked so peaceful, trusted him while you slept. Jason carefully grabbed his phone and texted Alfred. He’d also have to tell you about his adoptive family. His very famous adoptive family.

He threaded his fingers in your hand that was flung across his waist. You began to stir. Jason moved hair from your face and you blinked to see his pale blue eyes watching you.

“Morning, Princess,” he said with a rough morning voice. You smiled.

“Morning, Jaybird.”

“I’ve got something to tell you,” he started. “I want you to meet my family tonight.”

“Tonight? Your family? I thought your parents...” you trailed off.

“I was adopted. I never told you because I don’t have the best relationship with them. But I think it’s time for you to meet them. I’ve got to tell you something else,” he said and you could hear his heart beat quicker as you laid on him.

“My adoptive father is Bruce Wayne.”

Silence.

“You’re shitting me.”

“Nope. And tonight I’m taking you to meet him. And my adoptive siblings.”

“You aren’t joking,” you said sitting up. Jason sat up too.

“I’m not. I’m kinda the... black sheep of the family. He adopted me when I was 12. I was trying to boost the wheels from the b- Bentley he was driving,” Jason corrected. It was one thing to tell you he was Red Hood. He couldn’t say Bruce Wayne was Batman.

“Wow. I- wow. Okay. That’s a lot to take in. Also on brand to be honest,” you said and he smiled and shrugged.

“Wait. What the fuck do you wear to the freaking Wayne manor for Christmas Eve?” You said a little panicky.

“Whatever you want. It’s just family,” he said with a sideways smile.

“Oh no. I can’t go to freaking Wayne Manor in a Kmart sweater,” you said quickly.

“You can wear,” he said hopping out of bed. He dug way in the back of his closet for a pretty red sweater that was slightly oversized. “This. Should fit fine. Pretty expensive too.”

“Where the hell did you get that?”

“I’ve had it for year and it definitely doesn’t fit now,” Jason said with a laugh. “Try it on.”

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The weather sucked. Freaking sleet that threatened everything it touched. You were grateful it wasn’t a night of Jason patrolling. This meant taking your car instead of Jason’s motorcycle. Your car was at least 15 years old and you called it Frankenstein because of all the repairs done over the years.

The radio skipped as Jason drove over a speed bump by Wayne Manor and you burst out laughing. Jason looked at you from the side.

“It’s not that funny,” he said. “What’s up?”

“My car is trash, I’m wearing your old sweater, and we’re late. If you weren’t the black sheep before, bringing me home, you will be now,” you said. He grabbed your hand and parked in front of a random house.

“I’ve been the black sheep since I was a kid and you aren’t going to change any thing for the worse. Trust me. In fact they’ll probably think you’re too good for me,” Jason said with a dry chuckle. “So don’t worry about anything. Except making room for pudding. I know it sounds weird,” he said starting to drive again. “But it’s the best part of Christmas.”

Wayne Manor was huge. You knew that. You’d even seen it on tv. But to see it in front of you was honestly terrifying, especially in the nasty weather. You almost hoped Jason was playing some weird elaborate joke and was going to drive on by but he knew the passcode to the gate. He drove in the covered drop off spot by the front door and parked. You both quickly ran in the building.

The front entry was breathtaking. A gigantic Christmas tree and a full staircase decked out in garland like a Hallmark movie. It was like a magazine. In fact, it was in the Christmas episode of Gotham Life the year before.

You gripped Jason’s hand tightly as you walked down the hall. Your shoes sounded unnaturally loud and you had the urge to quiet them like it was a library. Jason pulled you to the doorway of a dinning room full of people settling to eat. Jadon cleared his throat.

“Master Jason! You made it,” Alfred said excitedly. “I recieved your message but it’s been many years. Sit. Sit.”

“Glad you could come,” Jason’s brother Dick said with a grin. He looked at you in curious excitement. You looked down at some kind of mushroom soup placed in front of you. Everyone else was dressed so nicely and ate so perfectly. It was intimidating.

“Yeah, it’s Christmas,” Jason said shrugging. He gave Dick a look that said don’t ask. It didn’t take much for Dick to drop it because he seemed incredibly distracted. You spent most of the meal trying to keep up on conversations you clearly didn’t understand while trying food you’ve never seen before. You could barely remember everyone you were introduced to. One of Jason’s sister(s?) gave you a big hug along with everyone else when she arrived. You couldn’t tell anyone what was even said after the meal. Or so you thought.

Until right across from you, Dick proposes to his girlfriend. He stuttered around before finally asking. “Will you marry me? Oh god, I have a ring,” he said producing one. Everyone watched as she stared in the box.

“Will I marry you?” She asked faintly and you worried she’d say no. How terrible would it be??

“Please say something,” he pleaded and you could tell the man was practically in pain before she said yes. They kissed, the family applauded, and champagne was served.

Jason watched you from the corner of his eyes. How did you react to this? What did you think? You didn’t look jealous or anything. It made Jason think of marriage. He hadn’t before. He’d thought about moving into something more permanent but marriage. He’d never thought about marriage as his future, ever. Of course when you die at 16 and come back with a vengeance, love is low on the priority list.

“Jaybird, you there,” you asked slightly tapping his shoulder. He blinked and looked at you.

“Yeah, I’m here. Just in my head,” he said and you nodded. He’d do that sometimes.

“The party is moving to the parlor,” you said quietly in a proper rich Gothamite voice and Jason huffed before covering his smiling mouth with a nose rub. The rest of the group was moving ahead of you. Dick and his new fiancé were retiring for the night.

“I’m never going to hear the end of it, am I?”

“I’m so sorry, dearest. I can’t understand you with a silver spoon in your mouth,” you laughed. Jason rolled his eyes before guiding your shoulders towards the door. You heard a soft laugh behind you and you turned to see Tim’s girlfriend smiling.

“Sorry to interrupt but I’ve got to use that on Tim,” she said grabbing her coat and walking out.

After making sure you were cool with hanging with Tim’s girlfriend and their adoptive sister Cass, Jason and Tim started a very competitive game of pool. You couldn’t help but look at things that cost more than you’ve ever even seen. The chess set Damian and his girlfriend were playing with probably cost more than your car.

But it was Christmas and you tried to push your insecurities aside. It was a fun evening. A glass of wine you kept sipping on helped as well.

After a while Bruce announced that the roads were too bad and that no one was leaving. Jason clenched his jaw for a second before looking at you and relaxing. He didn’t want to stay but he wasn’t risking your health in any way. Instead he focused on the game.

“So if I win,” Jason said a full hour later. By this time, Damian’s girlfriend had fallen asleep on his shoulder. Your eyes felt a little heavy as well. “I get the penthouse.”

“Sure Jay. That’s Bruce’s. But I’m willing to gamble it,” Tim said throwing his hands up at the ridiculousness.

“I accept terms,” Bruce said. Both boys looked at him surprised. “Whoever wins gets the penthouse.”

You turned quickly to watch the game. Okay, is that a normal thing for them? To bet property. The look on everyone’s face said that no it wasn’t normal.

Jason was excellent at pool. It was a common for you both to go down to the pool hall and play some games. Jason would occasionally make some money playing and he did often as a kid. It was also a way to waste time when your mom was throwing beers back like a fish, like Jason’s mother did. Tim didn’t stand a chance. He wasn’t as good and looked almost like he was in pain occasionally. But maybe it wasn’t a real competition? Maybe Bruce was trying to give Jason something he’d always want to but didn’t know how. Jason easily won the game.

“So the penthouse is mine?” Jason asked. Bruce nodded and shrugged. Tim softly coughed in his hand. Your heart raced. They couldn’t be serious.

“If you’ll live in it,” Bruce said. Damian was carefully carrying his girlfriend upstairs.

“Deal,” Jason says quickly.

“Deal,” Bruce said looking quiet pleased. Was this his plan all along?

“I guess, deal?” Tim said confused. “Though you should owe me. You’re the one that got me shot.”

Your brain broke. He was shot? And it was Jason’s fault?

“What?! You got him shot?” Tim’s girlfriend asked loudly. Tim blanched.

“Not my fault.”

“Literally your fault,” Tim countered.

“What did you do?” You asked looking at him suspiciously. He offered you a sheepish smile.

“I might have said ‘what are you gonna do, shoot us?’ I meant me. Not Tim! He also has a bulletproof suit,” Jason said. Tim must be a vigilante too. You glared at Jason.

“That’s not in the report,” Bruce said with his eyes narrowing.

“Good night everybody. Merry Christmas,” Jason said pulling you from the room and up to his childhood room.

“You’re in so much trouble,” you said and he grinned.

“I’ll deal with it tomorrow. How do you feel about a penthouse? Better than our current place hu?” Jason said pulling you close. You felt dizzy at the idea.

“Seriously? We can’t afford it,” you said trying to stay grounded. It was too good to be true. Things like that didn’t happen to people like you.

“I think I know a guy who can keep the lights on,” he joked and you gave him a serious look. “Don’t worry about it. Just enjoy the idea of constant hot water. Lights never going off,” Jason said pushing you towards the bed. “No one can hear me make you scream.”

“Tempting. Very tempting,” you said and of fucking course it was. A safe beautiful clean penthouse over your trashy scary apartment wasn’t even a contest. Jason pushed you on the bed and hovered over you.

“What are you doing,” you asked flushed but still encouraging him. It was still his dad’s house and he was getting handsy.

“Trying to have sex with my girlfriend on my old bed like every guy ever has dreamed of,” Jason said. He nipped at your throat. You gasped.

“Got to be quiet, Princess,” he whispered and you pulled him down to kiss more.

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The next morning you woke to an empty bed. You fixed your hair as best you could and threw on Jason’s sweatshirt before going downstairs. You caught a glimpse of the kitchen as Bruce slowly slid a set of keys Jason’s way before taking a long drink from his coffee. “I’m glad you made home for Christmas this year, Jason.” The penthouse.

“Morning,” Bruce said to you nodding before leaving the room. Jason was alone in the kitchen but you could hear others in the breakfast nook a door over.

“Keys,” Jason said showing you. “And no lecture.”

You gave him a hug and looked at the shiny metal keys. It would be a while before you could handle the idea of a freaking penthouse being yours. “But you should get something for Tim. You did get him shot.”

“Let him shoot me?”

“Jason, no.”

#fns #Jason Todd x reader #Jason Todd #red hood #red hood x reader #Jason todd fluff #christmas series

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flashflashhundredyarddash · 3 years

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batkids and their relationships with their siblings headcanons. under read more because this got fucking LONGGG

dick

dick is the eldest so he doesnt want to bog down his younger siblings with his problems, but if he DOES, he tends to talk to jason about it

dick and cass start to really begin to bond when Cass shows up to dicks gymnastics class for 3rd-6th graders and then cass shows up all the sixth graders and they get frozen yogurt after lmao

dick and tim are Very much thick as thieves. tim is very much like bruce on the Emotional Suppression scale, so dick just really wants to make sure his little brother is safe and happy ALL the time

Duke and Damian are the only two really permanently at the manor anymore, so when dick drops by he tries to do something with both of them. duke frantically zoom calls dick every other week to help him with his his trig homework. dick shows up to dukes high school graduation with literally the BIGGEST SIGN

everyone insists damian is dicks favorite but he does actually genuinely love all his siblings equally, his relationship with damian is just Very different from the others because of the age gap and being dami's primary caretaker for a year. dick babies dami every chance he gets

jason

would sell Dick to satan for One corn chip

him and cass don't have the greatest start to their relationship because cass is very much Against Killing so it takes a while for jason to warm up to her and earn her trust. now, though, jason is competing with steph by showing cass all the classic American Teenager things she missed out on. steph is currently winning but jason is like 98% positive a crunch wrap from taco bell is going to push him over the edge

tim and jason are currently competing over who can solve the most cases in a month. tim is winning. that won't last long.

jason Loves to Big Brother duke its so embarrassing. duke will get out of school and go to his car and jason is SITTING IN THE FRONT SEAT FRANTICALLY WAVING TO GET DUKES ATTENTION. JASON THAT IS MY CAR. signal has one (1) mission with arsenal and arsenal goes hey did you ask that girl to homecoming yet and duke is like I DON'T EVEN KNOW YOU.

Damian is proof that Actually, Little Brothers are Pests. Jason fully believes that he was brought back from the dead PURELY to torment damian and he will fulfill this mission at any cost

cassandra

it actually really upset her when Dick didn't accept her at first. she knows her other siblings really adore dick so his lack of trust was really disheartening. it takes dick a while but once he Actually Accepts that cass is going to be a permanent part of their life and oh, wow, dick you really hurt her feelings he really hyperfocuses on bonding with cass for a couple of months which definitely improves their relationship

she really likes jason!! their relationship doesn't start well but because he's close with steph and tim who are cass's top two favorite people to exist ever, cass is like well i GUESS ill hang out with him more. jason is fun to talk to because he always tries his best to explain jokes and give context to what people are talking about (also tim took her to taco bell already but she didn't tell jason she just wanted to hang out)

cass LOVES tim. they just click okay. tim always seems to know when to give her space and when to push and come closer. Tim's "guest room" is just her room lets be real. tim and cass occasionally get mistaken for twins and Cass Loves it.

duke makes cass listen to metal once and cass loses. her. damn. mind. they bond over music a lot because they both Love Music to a degree the others in their family don't.

damian!! damian is her little brother!!! dami isn't As Hostile to cass at first because he is 100% aware cass has the edge in fighting and respects her. cass likes all of his instagram posts and they have a snapchat streak going

tim

tim Loves dick, dick was his first sibling!! he had Very strong hero worship when he first met dick but it mellowed out when tim got older because wow 17 is really not that cool and mature lol. tim has an open invitation to dick's apartment which he does occasionally take advantage of. tim has more than once scared the shit out of wally when wally comes over and wally is convinced they're being robbed (HA) for half a second. i mean. he's not wrong.

listen. tim understands that forgiving the guy who tried to kill you would be a Struggle for some people and it was! definitely! but also at least he can trust jason to, uh, be open about if he doesn't like tim. which is not an assurance he has with other people. so if the guy who tried to kill him tells him tim is cool now then like. maybe tim isn't that bad or annoying a person? also jason arrested a whole gang and won the cases competition but then it created a power vacuum that the whole batfam had to clean up the rest of the month. thanks, jason.

tim LOVES cass. you know how most of the time theres this empty feeling inside you and you just kind of ignore it because you don't know what will fix it or if you do, you know you can't fix it? cass makes that empty feeling feel a little less empty. they just click. tim always tries to travel with cass whenever she leaves gotham.

tim and duke. Tim is actually the sibling who duke goes to whenever he has questions he doesn't want to ask bruce or alfred about, like, life or vigilante-ing or school or college or whatever and Tim is always like yes!! i love Giving Advice and Solving Problems!! tim and duke and jason fill out their college applications together.

tim and damian. LMAO. ROUGH START THAT'S ALL ILL SAY. at some point alfred goes like fuck it. family therapy. and tim and dami are PISSED. tim and damian get along best when they have a common enemy to work against. their relationship gets much better when damian is older and they actually talk about their feelings like emotionally stunted bats. despite how bad their relationship was, tim will ALWAYS protect damian

duke

very much intimidated by dick at first. dick is so much older and has his own job and friends and life and is very much AN ADULT. dick likes to take duke out to do lots of cool stuff (paintball, lasertag, tech exhibitions, concerts, etc). also, dick PERSONALLY introduced duke to superman and is dating THE FLASH. 10/10 awesome big brother.

was intimidated by jason for 0.5 seconds before jason actually opened his mouth and started speaking. jason is literally. So Embarrassing. which is weird because nobody else really seems to feel that way about jason but duke knows he's 100% in the right here. like yeah jason is also An Adult and does Adult Stuff but he's also at the manor like every other weekend???? and he always complains about bruce but always seems to be in the same room bruce is in????? like okay jason. they bond over literature!! jason and duke and alfred will spend literal hours talking about books and duke loves it. duke is the only one who doesn't think jason is funny and jason gets so upset about it lmao.

cass has this one week where she gets really into photography and by virtue of being nearby (and also not nocturnal), duke becomes her victim subject. duke prints out all the pictures and hangs them up in his room (his favorite is one he took when he stole the camera and took a really bad selfie of them together).

tim is closest in age to duke so duke tends to hang around with him a lot. tim introduced duke to his young justice friends and duke is like yes!!! meta-friends!!!! tim really helps duke out with his powers because tim is always like wow i wonder if your powers would work if we did This? can you see farther than other people? is your visible spectrum of light different than other humans? Bruce does the same thing but bruce is boring about it lol.

damian and duke live in the same house and will be in the same room and just send each other social media posts back and forth. they follow each other on instagram and will, OCCASIONALLY, make tik toks together because they're tik tok fiends. each of his siblings have visited his parents once or twice but damian routinely comes with him.

damian

damian gets a special bullet point to say that it took him. forever to come around to the idea of having siblings. he very much believed that he was Bruce's Blood Son and everyone else were just tagalongs or allies. it took him ages to acknowledge that dick, jason, tim, and cass were his siblings, so when duke came and like a week later damian was like Ah, Yes, this is my brother Thomas everyone else was like dude wtf

listen. LISTEN. Obviously. Richard is very highly skilled. and also Father values him highly. and also Richard will listen to Damian complain about his schoolmates. and also Richard is much more patient with Damian than other members of his family. listen....,,, (all this to say damian kind of fucking adores dick lmaooooo this kid).

Todd is kind of unbearable but damian has been informed this is both a normal feeling when it comes to Todd and also big brothers. damian was an only child for ten years so yes, Father, if Todd attempts to tickle me I WILL break his fucking nose. yes i WILL put money in the swear jar but I want you to know i don't regret it. they always try to sneak up on each other but mostly fail.

DRAKE!!! but no lol once damian grows up and is like I Apologize for attempting to murder you it was wrong and you are just as much a son to Father as I am tim is like UGH i guess its cool since ur being so emotionally mature and all. also im 2 for 5 on siblings trying to murder me so im definitely going to win trauma bingo and damian is like i take it back you are insufferable. When Will My Older Siblings Stop Joking About Their Trauma.

CASS!!! listen. cass is cool. Cass Gets It. They have a special Bond. also damian really likes it whenever cass is home because 1) he gets to hang out and do something cool with cass and 2) he feels significantly safer with cass in the house because Nobody will be able to hurt any of their family if Cass is there. ALSO he tries to call her cain but everyone is like DONT DO THAT and he doesn't want to call her wayne bcus theyre ALL wayne (dick adds it on as a middle name but also Richard John Wayne West-Grayson is just. the lamest name ever so dick needs to reconsider it before his upcoming nuptials)((dick will not reconsider it except maybe whether grayson-west would work better)) and so he tries cassandra but cass is like :) call me cass and damian is like cassandra is more formal and respectful and cass is like :) and finally damian just has to give in.

Duke! him and duke actually live together so they get the Most Bonding Time and have a bunch of inside jokes as a result. (is it bad i wanted to laugh because inside jokes... joker... i'll see myself out). they're eating breakfast together (and also alfred sits with them IM NOT A MONSTER ALFIE'S LIKE 70 NOW OKAY) and duke laughs and bruce is like what are you laughing at, son? and duke is like oh damian just showed me this funny meme and then he shows the phone to bruce and bruce grabs it (both the boys groan) and after WAY TOO LONG is like "i don't get it" and so now duke and damian have to try and explain the comedic intricacy of bob's burgers

#this took. two fucking hours #batfam #batman #bruce wayne #dick grayson #jason todd #cassandra cain #cassandra wayne #not sure which one to commit to yet #tim drake #duke thomas #damian wayne #dc #the burd squawks #birdflash #birdflash was like. one of my first ships lmao

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doyouknowhowtowaltz · 3 years

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Please, I must know about your Addams Family AU, my curiosity keeps me up nights

Bear in mind there's little in the way of story put together right now, so I am going to throw down the notes for this au, and a lot of really early sketches.

Meet the Addams! (A break for your convenience because this is long as hell)

- Enoch, Beast, Young Lorna, Whispers, and Adelaide Addams make up the Addams family (in addition to Pumpkin (cat) and Turtle (Dog)

- Beast is the only blood Addams in the lot, and is heir to the Addam's fortune, his living relatives are distant, most don't even share the family name anymore, and all immediate family have been dead and dust for at least a decade.

- Both Whispers and Adelaide are sisters that married into the family and have been since widowed

- Enoch is married into the family (Through Beast, who else)

- Lorna's specific relation to the family is never specified, everyone is Auntie and Uncle, as far as the town is concerned, she's everyone's niece. Its also highly debated if anyone in the family actually knows where Lorna came from.

- Enoch and the Beast are exactly in love as Gomez and Morticia,

- Enoch somehow has even less inhibitions about showing it than Gomez

- Enoch is friendly, the neighbors love him, thinking he's the most normal one of the bunch despite his... unconventional dressing. Strangers who are new to the family normally latch onto him when faced with the... oddity of the rest of the family.

- One problem with this, Enoch isn't a man. He's man-shaped... barely. Enoch's eldritch nature is continually hinted at as part of a long running joke in this AU about Enoch being the normal one despite making no secret of the fact he feels terribly limited by two arms.

- (This is the version of Enoch that made me enact the Rat test)

- There's a rumor running around the neighborhood about a black cat that calls itself Providence and will strike up a conversation with you if you greet it politely.

- Enoch, of course, denies any connection.

- Enoch, weird as he might be, and off-putting as he is on second meeting, does actually have a lot of friends in town, some as odd as him and some perfectly normal average humans who are undaunted in the face of his family.

- One such individual is Miss Clara Dean, who is a finance lawyer for the Addams, and while she might have been shaken when she first met them, she's well past gawking at their odd home and traditions now

- His human glamor is tied to his bolo, I will not elaborate

- Enoch runs for mayor every opportunity, he never wins, but its always by thinner margins than should really be possible

- Adelaide never took her husband's last name, making her the only Addams who's not an Addams.

- She's fussy about the night air, dreadfully superstitious, and quite spiderlike, right down to a colorful web she keeps. She would have married Beast if he had shown a flicker of interest in him.

- She can divine the weather and sometimes says strange things about blue birds and curses

- She doesn't get out much, the neighbors don't know much about her, but all the neighborhood kids agree, she's definitely a witch.

- Whispers is very kind, and if you get past the initial shine on Enoch, probably the most normal of the family

- Except that she eats animals live

- And is also a witch (Probably, definitely, the neighborhood kids all agree, she's gotta be they insist.) Between her and Enoch they are the most out and about members of the Addams family.

- Lorna is quiet, shy, very sweet

- And she eats people.

- She also has a drowned ghost routine she likes to practice on door to door sales people by climbing out of the well in the backyard to give them a scare.

- Lorna's teachers are concerned by her behavior and encyclopedia knowledge of anatomy and torture, but are more concerned about calling a parent-teacher conference, since the entire Addams Clan will show up.

- Lorna sleeps under her bed instead of on it, Whispers occasionally frets about her waking up and knocking herself against the baseboards of the bed, Beast waves her off telling her its perfectly natural, at her age he was sleeping in a coffin.

- She of course ends up with Wednesday's classic noose braids at some point, courtesy of her uncles usually

- There's a red-haired girl who's tough as nails and maybe a little rude about Lorna's family who has been steadily hanging out with her, eventually Beatrice's mom invites the Addams over for dinner, it goes well all things considered.

- And that brings us to Mr. Addams himself,

- Beast wasn't christened Beast, but he hardly remembers the name on his birth certificate anyway.

- Sporting a stunning hat-veil constantly, and a floor length dress (Always black, only black maybe some red, sometimes a little blue and yellow), its safe to say no one in the neighborhood knows what Beast looks like, even if he did ever leave the Addams manor.

- Which he doesn't.

- The nicer gossips muse that he's agoraphobic, and the ruder ones say he's batshit and they're frankly glad he stays inside.

- Beast isn't inherently rude... most of the time, but he is incredibly disconcerting, and gives complements like a serial killer. Which does not help the numerous rumors that surround him and his family.

- He sings too, roaming the woods on the Addams property at night, and he's responsible for a fair few ghost stories.

- And his garden, its a bitter grey thing, and its almost artfully... decrepit, decorated by ornamental trees with grey-orange leaves and bark that almost looks like screaming faces. And his rose bushes, they're his pride and joy. They are so high maintenance though, when they bloom, he spends hours cutting their heads off.

- Every now and then, someone comes to the house, a door to doors salesman, a child on a dare, someone chasing stories of the Addams Fortune.

- All's well and good unless they manage to break into the house. Sometimes they get tangled in Adelaide's traps, sometimes Whispers finds them and ushers them out the door with an ominous warning, sometimes Lorna scares them out of the house and works herself into a giggling fit. Sometimes Enoch finds them, and he's all politeness and veiled menace.

- Oh, but heaven help the fool who gets found by Beast.

- I think that about wraps it up!

Something something cats on leashes, they're grossly in love.

#OTGW #over the garden wall #Enoch otgw #Enoch #The Beast #The Beast OTGW #dumb gay eldritch psychopomps #beastnoch #Lorna #The Addams AU #Lorna OTGW #Auntie Whispers #Adelaide #thank you for giving me an excuse to talk about it #I love this au so much

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