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charlottecutepie · 2 months

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☥ Bunny meat (William Afton x fem!reader x Michael Afton)

Summary: He was a likeable middle-aged man who had wonderful children, his dream job and a beautiful wife. He never blamed himself for his own actions, or to be more exact, he never thought about their consequences.

tags: darkfic, unhealthy relationship, angst, smut with plot, p in v, dubcon, oral sex, rough and gentle sex, daddy kink, blood play, knife play, fear play, hurt/comfort, violence, gore/murders, child abuse, follows fnaf lore, moral and physical abuse, virginity kink, anxiety disorder, age gap, daddy issues, unreliable narrator, hallucinations, hidden pairing, William is sick, psychopathy, unhealthy narcissism

Chapter 5. Desire

Surprisingly, Wiliam behaved restrained, but inside him everything was on fire, he wanted to take you here and now, harshly and rudely, do things with you what he had long dreamed of all this time, but he knew perfectly well that if he snapped now, you'd be even more scared, cut with him all connections and will avoid him, and maybe even do something to yourself, because you're nothing but a little frightened lamb. A little creature who grew up alone, not needed by anyone, who didn't receive the proper amount of love and attention from her father. And that's why Afton thought he was the perfect source of all these feelings for you.

Perhaps, to some extent, he felt sorry you. However, his mind ignored such thoughts.

“William,” you spoke to him. “Is there no one at home?”

“Yes, Clara with kids left, I don't know where. She said she wouldn't be back until the morning.”

…

The Afton house is still same as it was before. Only coffee machine bought by the father of the family has changed. Although he earned a lot of money, little of it went to home improvement, Afton always invested only in the pizzeria, trying to make it as visible and attractive as possible.

It was also impossible to ignore the couch that was in the living room of the house. For you as a child, it was the most favourite object in Afton's house, you sat on it with Michael in the evenings and watched cartoons. When you had sleepovers with other kids, you hid under the covers because of Michael's scary stories. You often fell asleep on it late at night, without waiting for your mom, although she promised that she'd pick you up from the guests, but sometimes she never showed up because of scandals with her husband.

This couch evoked hundreds of emotions and nice memories.

But now, one more thing will be added to all these early memories: the way you lie on this couch under man who you saw as father, no matter how strange it sounds.

“You're so… beautiful,” he hovered over your body, his eyes running over it. “such delicate skin, like an angel's.” he took your hand, interlacing your fingers, kissing them. All thoughts in your head gathered into one big ball, you tried to analyze the situation somehow, but useless, because of his actions, you felt lost. William breathed out your name and greedily pressed his lips to your neck, showering it with light kisses.

You closed your eyes and turned your head to the side to give him more space, trying to relax, it seems you were succeeding. But unexpectedly for you, you felt him bite your neck.

“Oh!” bursted out of you, your free hand burrowed into his hair, trying to pull him away. “William, it hurts…” he looked up at you.

“I’m so sorry, bunny,” he smiled warmly at you. “I’ll be gentle.” he moved closer, gently kissing you on the corner of your lips. You leaned forward, hoping that this innocent kiss would turn into something more, however, Afton had other plans, he grinned and straightened up. “So impatient.”

He unbuttoned first three buttons of his purple shirt, which was enough for you to see the strange scars covering his body. You couldn't help, interest took over and your hands tentatively touched the bare area of his body.

“Where are they from?” you asked softly, causing him to chuckle again.

“It doesn't matter now, sweetheart.” he loosened the belt of his pants, after which he kissed your neck again, this time he kept his promise: you felt his tongue licking little wound he made. William took you by the hips, moving your body closer to him. “Y/n, you want this, don't you?”

“I… uh, I don't know.”

There is silence in response. William could tease you and your body for hours, nibbling and kissing it, making you sigh languidly, but this night he wanted to satisfy you first. He wanted to make you dependent on him, so that you couldn't live a day without his touch, so that you took the initiative yourself, so that you were head over heels in love. Corrupt you. However, he didn't know you were already so dependent on him, you want him to love you like in fairy tales about princesses, you want him to give you all the love that you were deprived of as a child. You just wanted someone to save you from loneliness.

You felt something hard pressing against the inside of your thigh, but you didn't want to look at what it was because of your wild embarrassment. Afton took something out of his pants pockets.

“Here, I see you need it,” you saw him holding out his hand to you with some kind of strange round pill. Confused, you looked at him, waiting for some explanation. William only laughed and ran his finger over your lips, opening them. “Yeah, and here it is, good girl.” he said, pushing the pill deeper until, due to the urge to vomit, you grabbed his wrist. “I'm sorry, baby, I just don't have anything to wash down the pill with.”

“What is it?” you winced at the unpleasant taste.

“Tranquilizers so you don't get nervous. Actually, they're mine, but I can tell by the look on your face they'll be useful for you too.” his hands carefully, as if afraid to scare you even more, undid the clasp of the dress, lowering it from your shoulders down. Unable to contain your shyness, you tried to hold the fabric on your body until William looked at you, as if mentally saying “don't.” Then your grip loosened, there was nothing you could do but obey. “that's it, good girl.”

When he wanted to take off the dress completely, you still grabbed on it, not letting it slide off your hips.

“Princess, if you keep doing this, then we won't succeed.” William looked into your eyes, putting your hands behind your head. “I won't hurt you.”

You nodded, trying to lose yourself in your feelings again. It seemed to be easier with the help of a sedative. You didn't even notice how you were only in your underwear in front of him.

“Damn, you're incredible.” he threw the dress somewhere on the floor, kissing you on the cheek while his hands caressed your hips and waist. You bit your lip to stifle a groan. Fuck, no one has ever touched you like that, especially in places like this, and when William ran his hand along the inside of your thigh, inadvertently touching your crotch, you arched your back. “it felt good, didn't it?”

William repeated the movement, but now paying more attention to your clothed pussy. The excitement took over, forcing you to move your hips towards his movements. A shudder of desire went through your whole body, Afton saw it perfectly, he kissed your collarbone, going lower to your breasts.

“Fuck, you have no idea how long I've been dreaming about this.” those words echoed in your head, but you didn't pay attention to it. “Honey, you're just so beautiful.” William ran his hands over your breasts, pinching your nipples hard with excitement.

“William…” you got the courage. He looked at you questioningly, damn, you hoped you said it so quietly that it would go unnoticed. “kiss me, please.”

He laughed. In a moment, his lips are on yours, like a predator. At that moment, you forgot absolutely everything, giving yourself completely to him. You moaned into his mouth, feeling his long fingers touching your pussy through your soaked panties. With one imperious movement, he pulls off the last piece of clothing, leaving you completely naked in front of him.

“And now? Not so scary anymore?”

“I don't know what i feel…” you were in turmoil, all fears and thoughts disappeared, a wild desire came to replace, no, not of intimacy, not of sex. But his affectionate words and compliments, the way he touches you, his gentle kisses and hugs, the way he treats you.

His fingers gently touch your labia, slowly and smoothly they move in circular movements along clit, getting another moan from you. With his other hand, he holds your legs, preventing you from moving away and closing them.

“And now, honey?”

“It's weird, but…” you avoided his gaze. ”feels good…” you answered unsure. Smiling contentedly, he removed his fingers. You noticed that as soon as his hands left your body, his movements in relation to himself instantly changed: he roughly, jerkily took off his belt and unbuttoned the fly of his pants, pulling them down. It’s like he was controlling himself when touching you.

“Lick them.” Afton said in a commanding tone, running his fingers over your lips. It was terribly embarrassing for you, but you did as he said anyway. You watched his actions with a note of sweet and naive excitement, the way his fingers penetrated deeper and deeper, pressing on your tongue, again caused unpleasant sensations to vomit. “Sorry, but there's no other way, I don't have any lube.”

When he pulled his fingers out of your mouth, quite considering how wet they were, you felt uncomfortable, but probably if you tell him about it, he's unlikely to listen and stop. The only thing left to do was to lie under him like a doll and enjoy.

“You're an obedient girl, aren't you?” his fingers went back to your glistening pussy, caressing your needy clit. Your breathing stopped instantly.

“Yes…” you whimpered when you felt his fingers, wet with your own saliva and grease, smoothly, insanely slowly entering you. William is building up the pace, not too fast, but enough to make soft sweet moans come out of your mouth. “Daddy…” you drawled languidly, feeling your soft walls tighten around his long fingers.

“Yes, princess?” Afton kisses your neck while his free hand wraps around his cock that was already out of his trousers, hard and dripping with precum. “Tell daddy what you want.”

“Please, want more…” you whispered in his ear, this time trying to be as seductive and sexy as possible. William found it funny.

“You'll get more, baby,” his breath tickled your skin. “Daddy will make you feel good.” Afton pulled out his fingers, causing you to moan in disappointment, oh, how he enjoyed it, it felt like he was ready to cum just from your angelic voice.

William tilted his head, being between your legs. The whole picture made you dizzy, you glance at him in surprise, trying to predict what will happen next. William grins, seeing how your curiosity plays tricks on you when he gives your clit a tender kiss.

“Ohhh, daddy,” this word is so vulgar, it sounds completely indecent on your tongue, but right now you don't care, all that matters is William Afton and the wild need to be needed by someone, loved, appreciated. “Yeah…”

The release builds up with an unfamiliar, wildly pleasant feeling in the lower stomach, making you want to close your legs, but his hands continued to hold them apart. His tongue feels too good, slowly moving in circular movements over your cunt, paying more attention to your clit while two fingers slowly and smoothly fucks you, forcing you to switch from moans to sobs and soft screams.

William accelerates, his movements getting faster and rougher, but no less passionate, making you arch from pleasure. With one hand buried in his dark brown hair, you try to set the pace, but he can do fine without you, so it's useless, he's much more experienced. He explored you with his tongue until the trembling left your supple body. William could feel your walls clenching around his fingers. His free hand continued to jerk himself off with increasing movements, while he was eating you out.

You sighed desperately when Afton stopped stimulating you with his tongue, lifting his head and looking at your reaction, his fingers still inside.

“Do you want to cum for daddy?” he asks, you just nod quickly, wishing of putting an end to these sweet torments that drive you crazy. “No, I need you to say it, honey.”

“Yes, yes, yesss,” you say brokenly. “I…” an uncertain pause. “I want to cum, daddy, please!” oh, it was so humiliating, but what was more terrible that you liked it.

“Good girl.” William increased the intensity of his movements, hitting all right sweet spots of yours. You moaned loudly, feeling everything tense in your lower abdomen, which means an imminent orgasm. “do it, cum while I fuck your little pussy with my fingers.” William growled, his hand that was touching his own cock stopped, now squeezing your neck, pressing on the carotid artery, but hearing your wheezing, he his grip loosens.

Your moans, which are more like crying, turn into loud, piercing “oohs”, your head's spinning, your brain's melting, everything is like in a fog, you can't even see Afton's face. The long-awaited release is catching up with you. You cum, you cum so hard that you feel ecstasy running through your whole body, you feel that your breathing becomes ragged, and your pussy clenching on his fingers.

“Such a good girl,” because of orgasm, you don't even hear what he says, and you don't want to, you need time to regain your strength. “it's my turn now, baby.”

He takes his fingers out, brings them to his mouth and licks them, studying your reaction. William touches his member again, his heartbeat quickens, his eyes now closed, apparently he's thinking about something. Yes, he's definitely imagining something in his head.

“Tell me, do you love daddy?“ he asked, his voice hoarse from excitement. He isn't even looking at you.

“Yes,” you responses quietly. Taking advantage of the moment, you look at him in detail while he doesn't notice. Damn, how handsome he was, his long, such aristocratic fingers that played with the tip of his cock, rubbing cum along entire length, his slightly disheveled but insanely beautiful brown hair like milk chocolate, his sharp cheekbones, it was stupid to deny that he was unattractive. “I love daddy, I love you, William.” you didn't even fully understand what you were talking about. You was just saying what he wanted to hear.

He pumps his cock faster, you see how he shuddered, like saying your name or something else, you can't understand. But you catch yourself thinking that it's damn beautiful. If your mom found out what you were doing, she probably wouldn't be happy.

He cums on your stomach, with a loud groan, and then, breathing heavily, falls on the couch next to you, staring blankly at the ceiling. What is he thinking about? Is he even thinking now? You're lying obediently by his side, trying to figure out what just happened, but your brain doesn't want to think, your head is aching, your temples are throbbing. William turns to you, then looks at the crumpled dress on the floor, then back at you.

“Let's go to the shower, bunny, I'll help you wash up.”

…

The next morning came for you only closer to 12, when you were suddenly woken up by the sound of the door opening. It was Clara with Michael and Elizabeth. Confused, not even realizing that you were in their house, you jumped up from the couch.

“Michael, give Elizabeth that hoodie, you're not wearing it anyway.” woman's voice was heard somewhere in the hallway area, which means that she was nearby.

“Mom, these are my things, and just because I don't wear them doesn't mean that—”

Michael entered living room, but when he saw you, he froze in place.

“Y/n? What are you doing here?” he asked, a slight smile appearing on his face.

“Who are you talking to?” Clara’s voice sounded, but as soon as she appeared in the room, her emotions immediately changed. “Oh, hello, honey.” woman affectionately called your name, coming up to you and sitting down on the sofa. “Elizabeth, go say hello to Y/n!”

Girl immediately rushed over, you noticed a plush toy in her hands, it seems it was the same robot girl drawing of which Elizabeth recently showed you. She greeted you cheerfully, all you could do was say an awkward “hello” in response, still trying to remember how you even ended up here. Clara stroked your head, her gaze fixed on your face, on your tousled hair and lost expression. You knew that you had to say something in your own defense, why you were here.

“Sorry for such an oversight, I had some problems with my mom, and Mr. Afton told me to spend the night here.” you lied, and then mentally slapped yourself. Damn, this is so dumb. The Afton family knew that you had the best relationship with your mom and that you had never argued. You doubted how truth your words sounded, but judging by Clara's reaction, everyone believed you.

“Honey, I'm glad that you have somewhere to go, you know that we'll always welcome you with hugs,” she said tenderly, with maternal love. “You must be hungry. I'll go to the store and cook breakfast, what do you think?”

There was no point in lying further, you really needed something to eat, so you silently agreed.

Mrs. Afton went to the nearest grocery store, taking Elizabeth with her. You and Michael were left alone, you gradually began to remember what happened, and with the realization that you and Afton had something, you were overtaken by a sickening anxiety, causing your toes and hands to go numb and shake, and your heart to beat faster. You two were sitting on this damn couch watching TV, however, neither of you was interested in what the old screen was showing. You were sitting hugging your knees, wondering whose clothes you were wearing: they were of a child surely, with some kind of cartoon print, a t-shirt and, as it seems, Michael's pants. He didn't hesitate to look at you from head to toe, which slightly annoyed you.

“Michael, stop staring.” You hissed, tucking your face into your lap.

“I'm just trying to figure out,” he paused, thinking about something. “why are you wearing my dead brother's t-shirt?”

“What?”

“Well… I'm not accusing you of anything… it's just…” he scratched his head, clearly not knowing what to say to you. ”Okay, forget it. It's just my shit in my head.”

“Michael, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to…” you looked at him. Why did William choose his dead son's clothes out of all? “There must be some kind of misunderstanding.”

“It's nothing, y/n, you shouldn't worry so much about it.”

You looked at the TV, trying to come up with some kind of ridiculous excuse, but in vain. And how long can you lie?

“Speaking of my brother… today, Elizabeth, mom and I went to his grave.” Michael muttered, you knew perfectly well that this topic of conversation wasn't the best, because the he blamed himself enough for what happened. You decided that the best thing you can do now is just listen to him. “You know… it's already overgrown with grass. We had to work hard to get the grave back to normal. Oh, and there's also a lot of webs.”

You knew that only people who cared for Evan's gravestone were Clara and Michael. William, after his son's death, never visited grave, and even more so, didn't attend the funeral, citing the fact that he had a lot of work. And when Evan was in a coma, with minimal chance of survival, Michael came to him almost every day, crying and begging for forgiveness.

You knew that Michael was just a traumatized guy and it was useless to blame him for all this, he had already heard a lot about himself from his father, so you just moved closer to him when you noticed him dropping tears on the couch and hugged him.

Half an hour later, Mrs. Afton returned from the store. Michael wasn't in such good mood as before, but as soon as his mother crossed the threshold of their house, he seemed to put on a mask of happiness, meeting her and helping to carry bags into the kitchen.

For breakfast, which smoothly turned into lunch, Clara served macaroni and cheese and caesar salad. Your stomach, which hasn't received normal hot food for a long time, rejoiced and you ate all two portions in a few minutes. Elizabeth talked most of all at the table, telling you something about robots and toys again. Yes, once upon a time Michael, and Clara herself, told you that she took after her father. She's also interested in mechanics and loves animatronics.

Looking at this whole family, you felt guilty about yesterday. Probably, to some extent, you even hated yourself. Mrs. Afton, the nicest woman you've ever known, after your mom, of course. Michael is a devoted and faithful friend, as well as a caring brother, Elizabeth is just the sunshine of this family, cheerful, everyone's favorite. And William is a charming and likeable man who was ready to do anything for his family and work. At least that's how the family seemed to you in your head.

You're lost in your own thoughts, stopped listening to Elizabeth's babble. The damn guilt was eating you, making you sick of yourself. How could you do that? How dare you drag a married man, the head of the family, into bed, and then sit at the same table with his family, smiling innocently at everyone. What the fuck is wrong with you? Mrs. Afton will definitely find out, Michael will find out and Elizabeth will find out, and then you will become a disgrace to the whole town. You will become known as a little slut who seduced a married man. Not just a man, but William Afton himself.

“By the way, honey, did William tell you where he is?” Clara asked, and you squinted, trying to remember what Afton had told you before you dozed off.

“He said he was going to the pizzeria to work.” you said, it was true. Clara's face changed.

“What?” a rhetorical question. “he never worked on that day, he always had a day off exactly… today.”

Meanwhile, William was already at the pizzeria.

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ichasewaterfalls · 4 months

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CAR OMORASHI.

By reading this, you verify that you are 18+ years old, and understand the content you’re about to read is considered NSFW and omorashi-linked, and therefore unsuitable to minors.

I tried to keep the heightening urge to pee in the back of my mind as we sped down the highway towards the mountains. We’d only been driving for an hour or so, and I didn’t want to inconvenience Jake just yet. I was sure that I had a good few more miles left in me before it escalated to emergency status. I’d turned down the initial toilet break before we left, confident in my holding ability and wanting to keep to our strict schedule in order to get to Jake’s parents house before Christmas Eve.

Dismissing the thought from my mind, I instead scrolled the plan I’d written for our trip. Itineraries for each day, special activities for us all, and even a family photoshoot for the entire group. I’d taken joy in planning every family reunion since Jake and I got married 4 years ago. Admittedly, I’d also taken control the 2 years we were engaged, and the 3 years of dating. So with 9 years of planning under my belt, I was confident I knew how to create the perfect festive bash.

That wasn’t the only thing under my belt. My bladder reminded me of its existence as Jake merged rapidly into the left-most lane, and I shivered randomly as a wave of urgency fell down my spine.

‘What the hell? You’re supposed to be in the right lan-‘

Before I told him off for his directional mishap, I looked up quickly to see the lane was blocked off, a massive spill of hay all over the road. Should’ve thought of this as a possibility, since we were just passing the thresholds between country farms and mountainous ranges. My bladder seemed to be passing a threshold too, between uncomfortable and urgent.

‘We’ll have to go the back way. It’ll be about 45 extra minutes added to the journey.’

I sighed with frustration, 45 minutes? Not only did it throw us off schedule, it meant longer for me to hold my increasingly aching bladder.

‘I’ll text your mom.’ I scoffed, quickly shooting the group chat a text to let them know we’d be a bit late. As I put my phone down again, I crossed my legs and placed my hands on my lap, preparing myself to have to place a hand or two between my legs to hold myself.

I must have been shaking without notice, but Jake obviously did. He always did.

‘You alright there? Need a bathroom break?’

‘N-no, I’m fine. I- Yes I need a bathroom break.’

‘I’m not sure where the closest facility is on this road. I don’t normally drive the backroads to mom’s. I’m sure we’ll figure it out babe.’

The drive continued, and so did my need for a bathroom. I now had one hand between my legs, and another hand scanning Google Maps, trying to find any relief stops near us. But of course, rural mountain roads aren’t the most reliable source of internet connection. I thought about asking Jake to stop so I could get out and go, but since everyone was diverted, like us, we had cars in front and behind us. And with narrow, slippery roads, there wasn’t enough space to stop and pull over, or safely get off the road. A sinking feeling set in. My sense of chivalry was no longer important to me, he was my husband after all.

‘Jake it’s getting worse, I need to find relief ASAP.’

‘I don’t know how to help babe, I’m trying.’

He was obviously noticing the severity of the situation, as he placed his foot on the gas, going up to the safest speed limit for these roads. I watched him stare at me anxiously as I shoved both hands inside my pants, trying to hold back the pee from escaping.

As the car climbed higher into the range, my need for a bathroom reached a breaking point, and the urgency in my voice became palpable. "Jake," I gasped, my face contorted with discomfort, "I really can't hold it much longer."

"I know, Clara," Jake signed, his eyes scanning the horizon for any sign of civilization or a restroom. "Just a little longer, okay? Let's try some deep breathing together."

He reached over, placing one hand on my shoulder to guide me through deep, calming breaths. "Inhale deeply...hold it for a moment...now exhale slowly," he coached, trying to keep his voice steady despite the rising panic.

I squeezed my eyes shut, gripping the seatbelt tightly. "It's not working, Jake," I whimpered, my voice trembling with desperation.

But as the minutes ticked by, my resolve wavered. I clutched the dashboard, my face flushed with embarrassment and defeat. "Jake," I whispered, tears forming in her eyes, "I can't...I'm so sorry."

Before Jake could respond, the inevitable happened. My efforts to hold it in proved futile, as the pee rushed out of me, soaking my jeans and the car seat beneath me.

For a moment, silence filled the car, save for my muffled sobs and Jake's stunned expression. The weight of the situation hung heavy between us.

"I'm so sorry, Jake," I managed to choke out, tears streaming down her face.

Jake took a deep breath, reaching over to comfort me. "It's okay sweetheart," he said softly, his voice filled with empathy and understanding. "Accidents happen. We'll figure this out together."

#female omo #omorashi #bladder control #omutsu #omo kink #pee kink #piss kink #bladder desperation #piss desperation #pee holding challenge #omo story

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ddarker-dreams · 11 months

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I imagine Clara learns a lot from Svarog's actions, but he does have in consideration that some feelings are necessary to learn with... a family.

You look perfect for the role. Teaching Clara how familial love between a "mother", a father and their daughter would feel like; of course, that is the best scenario he has on his calculations.

Your willingness to do your part on it may vary, though.

clara might accidentally be the best failsafe for a yandere... like... ever?

svarog undoubtedly took this into account as well. you'd think the word 'nuance' is lost on him, and while it quite often is, he arranges things in such a way that your familial bond doesn't feel forced. you aren't just plucked up and plopped down in front of clara and told to be her mom. no, that wouldn't do. these relationships need to form naturally.

it starts with the little things. offering to accompany clara on her supply runs, eating your meals together... she was a bit shy around you at first, so when she does start engaging with you, it feels genuinely earned. naturally, svarog doesn't let you go anywhere too dangerous, but he gives a surprising amount of space so you aren't weighed down by negative feelings.

whenever you're short with him, he tests various methods to see what assuages your temper the fastest. mentioning clara seems to always do the trick. he does feel this strange urge to continue the conversation when silence ensues. there's no practical benefit, yet hearing your voice and witnessing your different facial expressions... maybe he doesn't need a purely logical reason for everything he does. it's an epiphany that makes him honestly think there's a problem in his software.

after running multiple scans, however, he finds no unusual programs or signs of data corruption. this development is inexplicable. svarog isn't supposed to 'want' things, he's supposed to act off the baseline idea of ensuring the underworld's survival and nothing else. what an intriguing human you are, causing him to avert his attention as you do.

(also. while clara normally calls you by your name, she has called you mom once or twice on accident. it almost made you tear up).

#ROBOT AGENDA #yandere honkai star rail x reader #yandere svarog x reader #the tag begins fellas.#concepts #answered #Anonymous

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barkingbarghest · 2 months

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okay okay the promised lark post now that s3 ep4 is out now. Under the read more because spoilers GO LISTEN TO MIDST look at me look at me ~~listen to midst podcast~~ ~~maybe look up a list of possible triggers and ask if you want to know if it's right for you~~ ~~but then if everything is gucci go listen to midst podcast~~ I am beaming directly into your brain. ok? ALSO SHOUT-OUT TO @ionomycin for the art this episode it FUCKS verily!!!! You do SUCH a fantastic job of creating atmosphere in your works I'm losing my mind in the faded tones and neon hues. Phineas' apartment is much more garbage in my head so thank you for upgrading his living space for him. The color blue.... is good.

Lark is iirc in her 60s or 70s? And she said that 12-year old Tzila is right around the age she was when she went on the run. That's like... 50-60 years always watching her back always running never being able to put down roots never letting herself make connections. When we get that look into her head at the end of season 2 and we're told how afraid she is?? Hello??????????? We're told right off the bat, right from the jump, how Lark is gruff and that "any given Clint Eastwood western film character but a wrinkly old sun-darkened woman with dreadlocks" vibe but it's not just because "that's how she is" there's a girl in there who wants to have friends - she finally admits it to herself that she was willing to kill Fuze* just to be able to have her life on Midst for just a little bit longer - she just hasn't let herself. And now that she does know she wants it, she doesn't know how to behave about it! The scene where she is lashing out at Tzila slapping on that sandpaper mask and pretending she doesn't care when she cares so so so bad she cares so much. *FUZE. FUZE!! Who was maybe one of the ONLY people left ALIVE who KNEW Lark who KNEW Clara Mire who not only knew what she did but maybe WHY she did it. There's no way the other workers at the factory didn't know something of what was going on with Max Lox and Lark's mom. Lark SAYS that she liked Fuze, that he was nice, she remembered that. But she still killed him. Just to avoid having to flee Midst like she's had to flee so many lives before. GOD she's SO heartbreaking.

#vae do NOT look at this post GO listen to midst podcast RIGHT now VAE....!#I'm chewing my entire arm off and carving things about these characters onto my weeping bones #I could make a different post about Phineas' backstory but like we all know he's a ragged kitten that the trust found stuck in a storm drai #This one's for Lark my most unsocialized girl #midst podcast

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snippychicke · 10 months

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For the Sake of a Smile (V.2) Chapter Ten

Title: For the Sake of a Smile (Revised)

Overall Rating: Mature (18+)

Chapter Rating: M for Mature. We've begun the 18+ content

Trigger warnings: Nothing beyond the child abuse hinted in the series, though we do explore the consequences a bit more.

Main Pairing: Balam Shichiro/Reader

Summary: Hell on earth was your motto for your job. Granted, you were pretty sure earth really was hell, considering the shit you had seen in your life. And the fact your coworker was a child.

A child named Suzuki Iruma, in fact. A kid who’s life was decidedly worse than yours, but yet he smiled despite everything. It wasn’t long after meeting him that you decided you’d do a lot for his smile. Including summoning a literal demon and signing your soul away.

But as it turns out, hell (The Netherworld, actually) was a lot better than living on earth. Demons were more humane than a lot of humans you knew.

And Iruma’s smile wasn’t the only one that would change your life.

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After the harvest festival, Babyls returned to its usual chaos. Students were once again focused on their classes and clubs; or, you supposed they called them battlers here. To you, they seemed just like the Netherworld version of highschool clubs.

And now that they were more or less done with their intensive training, it seemed like the Misfit Class spent the extra time in the library; filling the space with their rambunctiousness.

On top of that; to your shock, embarrassment, and yet also slight joy, more than a few had followed Clara's lead and started to call you 'mom' instead of Miss Suzuki.

It had started with Lied, but quickly followed by Jazz - and then most of the rest followed suit as well. Except for Asmodus, who continually insisted on using your proper title. Sabnock also, who refused to call his rival's mother his own.

So yet another rumor began to spread, this one claiming that you were the 'Mother of the Misfits' - which seemed to overtake the 'courting Balam' rumor. Granted, part of the reason that rumor was dying down was due to the fact you were self-restricting how often you spent time with him - as much as you personally hated it.

Instead you had holed yourself up in the library, doing your own studying of Netherworld culture; between helping students find books, or aiding the battlers research new ideas and theories - and of course, restocking books and keeping the place tidy.

As it turned out, there were no true guides on the different aspects of demon society with the sole purpose of explaining the multitude of intricacies. You supposed mostly because demons learned them from birth, so no one saw the need to write them down. Each family was different, holding their own customs as closely guarded secrets. You had gleaned that the first few years of a demon's life was devoted to teaching them the rules of society, all the proper mannerisms and such long before they were allowed out of their family's home.

Your mind often repeated Opera and Sullivan's idea that Balam would happily explain those things to you - considering he knew your true situation. And the thing was, you could easily imagine him becoming excited and probably making a whole series of picture books on the subject. They'd be so cute too; because his art skills were exquisite, as well as easy to read and understand despite the heavy subject.

Given the chance, your mind would drift away for extended periods of time to imagine how the situation would go.

Which came back around to why you were avoiding him. Because absence absolutely did make the heart go fonder, and you weren't quite ready to face that.

If you thought you had a crush on the demon before, it was worse now as you realized what all you liked about him. You missed the easy physical contact, and your heart would still thump every time you remembered what it was like being in his arms. You missed his deep baritone voice, and the way he would excitedly lecture you about some aspect of the Netherworld. Or the way he was overwhelmed when asking questions about the human realm, and his face would pinch together as he tried to focus.

Hell, you even missed sipping tea quietly together as you reviewed notes in his office while he was training Asmodeus and Sabnock. You saw the intellectual side of him often enough, but watching him train those two had given you a chance to see the more - ehem - physical side; reminding you that the kind and gentle professor was just as strong as he looked.

Then there were your dreams, borne from the confusion and frustration you were experiencing. Many nights a week you were waking up gasping, body aching for release as your heart's fantasies played over and over in your mind's eye.

Which of course, was another reason to strictly avoid him. How could you face him when you remembered your mind trying to supply what it would be like to be pinned down to a table beneath him, husky voice praising as you screamed his name.

You couldn't. You just… couldn't.

Of course, fate had other ideas.

--+--

"Hey, mom!"

You looked up from your book at Lied's words to half the Misfits in front of the counter, with varying expressions from guilty to pleading.

Something was up - which meant your peaceful afternoon was about to go haywire.

"Yes?" You answered slowly, eyeing the blond-haired demon who was leaning on the counter with a grin on his face, trying to act completely nonchalant - and failing. Mainly because you felt like you knew him - all of them - too well.

He didn't give up the charade and continued persistently. "You're friends with Professor Balam, right?"

Instantly your face felt flush, and you scratched at your burning cheek out of nerves. "I mean, sorta?" You answered, looking towards Iruma for an answer, but the boy shrugged his shoulders helplessly, looking a bit awkward himself. "Why, what's going on?"

And here you thought he was the unofficial leader of the class.

"Professor Balam has been…" Asmodeus started after no one else spoke, then trailed off as he debated his words. That alone filled you with dread.

It had to be horrible if the refined demon was at a loss for words.

"Moody?" Jazz offered after a moment. "I mean, he's always been weird but…"

"He's been crabby," Elizabetta stated bluntly with a soft sigh. "Not at all like his usual self. But we don't think it's an evil-cycle, either."

"Er, I'm afraid I haven't been around him much lately," You admitted, though you had been texting him rather frequently despite avoiding him, and he seemed his usual self. Asking questions, patiently explaining the answers to your own.

Though you had deftly avoided any questions related to relationships or reproduction, despite the growing curiosity beginning to burn in your mind.

"A demon denied his lady's affections?" Kamui gasped, placing a wing against his chest. "No wonder the professor has been out of sorts!"

"It's not like that!" You, Iruma, as well as Asmodus answered at once, and you felt a brief flash of relief that at least someone was understanding.

That relief died quickly as the students talked amongst each other.

"Wait, they're not courting? Does Professor Balam know that?"

"You know, I wonder if that isn't the problem…"

"Exactly! Miss Suzuki is a sublime example of a mature woman. I would mourn being denied her lavish bosom if I was the professor!" Several fists found themselves planted on Kamui's head as you groaned.

"Balam is well aware of this," You insisted. Except you had to wonder… did he miss you?

No - surely he would have said something. Or asked why you hadn't dropped by. Or he could have dropped by; his mood probably wasn't tied to you at all.

Right?

"Could you… maybe see what's going on?" Goeman asked carefully after a moment. "We don't know how else to tackle the problem."

"Him and Kalego are close," You answered and then quickly chided yourself. 'As if they weren't already aware of that.' After all, everyone knew the two were close as brothers just by the fact the dark-haired demon was always referring to him as Shichiro instead of his title.

(You had to remind yourself frequently that you were not on such casual terms - though part of you all but ached to say his name aloud, to allow your tongue to play with the easy name. He was Balam, or Professor Balam. Nothing else. Not even in your head.)

Their dark expressions were all the answer you needed to your implied question. None of them were going to volunteer to talk to Kalego about the situation.

Maybe you should? Then again, Kalego had glared daggers at you last time you had visited him, making you think twice about traveling to his office again.

"Please, mom?" Iruma asked, giving you those soft blue puppy eyes. "He really is acting odd."

You groaned, your resolve crumbling like soft sand against the ocean waves. Damn your boy and those eyes of his. "Okay, I'll… I'll pay him a visit."

You prayed to whatever deity you could to stay focused while you were with him. No thoughts about the crush that was holding your heart for ransom. Or about Opera's words from the other morning that continued to replay in your head.

Just focus on Balam; what was bothering him and what he needed to feel better.

And keep your mind out of the gutter.

--+--

Usually as soon as you approached the biology prep room's open door, Balam somehow knew it was you and would greet you before you could knock on the doorframe. Yet you were able to reach the open door - and even linger in the doorway without a hint he had even noticed.

Instead, you could see him hunched over his desk, obviously lost in thought. The general atmosphere of the room seemed… tense - or maybe it was just your imagination.

It was hard for you to tell at the moment, considering how anxious you were. Your heart was thumping rapidly in your chest, your hands felt shaky and clammy as you clutched a tray you had grabbed from the kitchens, loaded with a pot of Devil Grey Tea and some treats.

"Heya," You announced your presence after a moment of awkwardly trying to reign in your worry and also selfishly admiring his form. The thick muscles of his neck and back, how his wide chest narrowed at his waist and hips. And then his clawed feet that were curled beneath the chair that was almost too small for him, able to study the underside of his feet and wonder briefly if they were ticklish. "Um, I brought some tea and cookies."

He finally looked up, causing you to pause. He looked… haggard; his dark eyes had darker circles, his skin paler than normal, and - had his hair grown that much without you realizing it? What was once a buzz cut, now was in that awkward stage between short and long around his ears.

Yes, it had been several days since you last saw him - but surely that wasn't enough time for his hair to floof out like this.

"Tea sounds nice, actually," He grumbled distractedly as he scratched at his messy hair. "Thank you."

Well, so far so good. You entered and set the tea down on his desk before going ahead and pouring two cups.

You took a deep breath as you picked one up and offered it to him. Best way was to be direct and to the point, right? "If I'm prying, let me know," You started softly, "But the students are saying you've been a little rough around the edges lately. Is everything okay?"

"Fall is the molting season for many avian demons, such as myself," He explained with a sigh. "And constantly itching tends to shorten one's temper." Your heart fluttered as his fingers briefly grazed yours as he accepted the cup from your hands, reminding you how much larger his hands were, and how warm they were, even through his gloves. "You… don't mind if I remove my mask, do you?"

It took you a hot moment for your mind to catch up with his question; causing your flushed face to heat up even more, both from embarrassment for being distracted by such a trivial thing as well as forgetting to bring a straw for him.

You really were out of sorts today.

But, it was just the two of you, and you certainly didn't mind. "I don't mind at all," You replied, giving a reassuring smile despite your nerves. "But, if you'd prefer that I leave…"

"Never," He answered instantly with a slight smile; one you could actually see once he removed the metal plate of his mask.

However, the smile was short lived and was quickly replaced by a grimace as he itched at his hair once more. "Though, I admit I'm not the best company right now."

You didn't even think, your body moved of its own accord as you set down your cup and moved to stand behind him. Sitting down, his head was at chest level - which was perfect for you to run your fingers through his hair to scratch lightly at his scalp.

Devi, his hair was soft as downy fur - or maybe feathers in this case. Your ministrations elicited a soft sigh as he leaned into your touch, which reassured any worry about overstepping. His head fell back, resting against your chest and silently all but begging for more.

And how could you resist?

"I take it that feels good?" You asked, your heart once again racing. Maybe you were just reading into it, but it felt like a tender show of trust with him relaxing against you, his eyes closed peacefully and throat bared to you.

"You have no idea," He mumbled distractedly, making you smile.

Who knew demons really liked head scritches?

You gathered your courage and continued running your nails along his scalp, noticing the bases of some of the silvery-white hair had the stiff coverings that reminded you of pin feathers, making you grin. You remembered the few pet birds you had seen in your early years, and how they loved it when you helped work the waxy bits from their feathers during…

During molt. He really is a giant bird.

You worked a bit, alternating between scratching his scalp and rubbing the waxy coverings off between your thumb and forefinger.

Then, in a moment of impishness, you ran your fingers from the back of his head towards his face, floofing his hair even more. It gave you a rather brief moment of amusement before a sensual moan escaped from his parted lips.

You froze, feeling warmth flare in both your face and lower abdomen at the noise. Devi, your baser-self wanted to hear that again - putting it with the faded memories of your more… spicer dreams.

Part of you - most of you - wanted to continue, secretly more than a bit thrilled at his reaction; while your rational sense was screaming at you that there was a strict boundary you were threatening to break - if you hadn't already. Friends did not cause friends to moan wantonly like that - or feel a sudden burst of arousal because of it. That was definitely not appropriate.

One of Balam's dark eyes cracked open, looking straight up at you with a soft, pleading, expression. "Please, don't stop."

That - that just made things worse. Your heart hammered in your chest as you frantically tried to make a decision. Do you step away with some lame excuse, making things even more awkward? Or should you give in and continue despite the new realization that this was possibly more than helping a friend with an itch.

Or rather, with a different kind of itch.

You bit your lip, so many parts of yourself at war with each other.

He did ask you to continue. (With his own version of puppy-eyes that made your resolve crumble even more.)

Yet that was a rather lewd noise.

Was this really okay?

But… if it wasn't okay he surely would have stopped you, right? If it was inappropriate, he would have told you. He - he knew of your ignorance, he wouldn't allow you to make a faux pas like that.

And, if he did… like you as Opera and others seemed to believe… he wouldn't take advantage of you, right?

Actually, you knew the answer to that with certainty. He was always so careful and polite during anything remotely awkward that it left you confident you could trust him in that regard.

You bit your lip as you slowly continued, though you were cautious not to repeat the earlier motion.

Still - soft, pleased noises rumbled from the back of his throat, making you feel a bit awkward (if only because you were rather… aroused by the noise).

But you also realized how much he had relaxed, virtually melting into his chair. 'It was just a good massage,' you told yourself. 'Nothing sensual about it.'

You repeated the revelation to calm yourself down with little success. You wished desperately your body would stop reacting as if it was a risqué situation.

"Are you going to let your hair grow out?" You asked after a moment, mostly to fill the silence and switch subjects - but also because you were rather curious. You didn't really have the chance to appreciate his long hair before he had rather brutally cut it himself.

And now that you felt the soft silky strands, it seemed like an absolute shame for him to cut it so short.

"I'm not sure," He answered, still sounding rather dazed. "It seems either way I'm still terrifying towards others. Of course, if I cut it now it would just grow back, so I would have to wait for a few weeks if I decide to."

"Maybe put your hair up?" You offered. "Or keep it pinned back? I know I only saw you a few times before you cut it, but I think part of the reason it was so intimidating was the fact it was so wild and unrestrained."

His eyes cracked open again, a faint frown on his face. "Were you intimidated?"

You paused, remembering that first meeting. Looking up to see him ducked behind a bookcase, trying to hide his massive frame as he watched you intently, his hair looking wild and giving the impression of a mad man. "A little," You answered honestly, remembering his bloodline ability. "But more because you were just… staring."

"Of course," He replied simply, surprising you as his eyes fell shut again. "Discovering not one, but two humans? And then you were nothing like I was expecting. You still manage to surprise me nearly every day."

"Me?" You paused briefly, though your fingers were still tangled in his hair.

"Before you and Iruma, I thought humans were meek, peaceful, and weak. You have proven quite the opposite." There was a hint of both exasperation and fondness in his voice.

You worried your lip. "Is that a bad thing?"

His eyes opened once again as he reached up to brush your cheek softly. "No, far, far, from it. You are far more than I could have ever dreamt of. I have learned so much from you and Iruma…. I am forever in your debt."

You felt your face flush as you slowly resumed finger-combing his hair, avoiding his gaze as his fingers fell away from your cheek. A hundred different thoughts sifted through your mind, your heart torn on how to interpret his words and the possible meanings behind them.

Was this an opportunity to ask him about if humans and demons could… intermix? Or should you open with how different demon and human societies were - even though that was a subject you had touched on many a time - but maybe see if you could steer the conversation towards the more romantic aspect?

Test the waters to see if he… if he really could be interested in you.

"I have to admit I've missed your company," He continued as you wavered internally. "Though I've heard you've been assisting many of the students, so I can understand you'd be quite exhausted by the end of the day."

"They can be quite overwhelming," You agreed weakly, guilt bubbling in your stomach. Had he simply assumed you were too busy, and kept to himself out of consideration? (The realization did not help your infatuation any). "Plus, I, uh, have been doing some studying of my own, which has kept me rather busy."

"Oh?"

You bit your lip, gathering your courage. You couldn't ask for a better opportunity. You had to ask it.

Right here. Right now.

Devi, you were going to be ill.

"Well, you know there's a lot of differences between our cultures, and some are more… subtle than others." You started, hoping your voice didn't sound as shaky as you felt. "But there's no real materials that cover some things like - say - molting, or - uh - courting?" You trailed off, forced casual tone turning into a squeak.

His eyes opened once more, and you swore he could read your thoughts as he stared up at you. "You…want to learn more about courting?" He asked, a faded pink dusting his nose and cheeks.

"Well, I mean," You looked away, focusing on his hair but sure your flushed expression was giving your intentions away. "It's bound to pop up eventually, maybe, possibly? And I don't want to look completely clueless…"

In a flash of movement, Balam virtually jumped out of his chair, startling you. You instinctively jumped back, primal mind screaming to run as he towered over you.

Yet before your body could act on the instinct to run, he gripped your shoulders firmly as he crouched slightly to look you in the eye.

"Has someone asked for your permission?" He asked urgently, almost strangled by the thought. No, he was worried - the expression on his face made that very evident. "Did someone approach you already?"

"N-no!" You stammered out. Instantly, he slumped with relief, making your heart flutter as it jumped at the implications. He cared. He really did care for you. Your heart soared at the thought, but your logical side, still filled with doubt, demanded a straight answer. "Why?"

Balam paled slightly, his grip tightening before he suddenly released you and stood to his full height. "Well, it's just… with you being human, it would be a rather precarious situation, I think," He explained awkwardly after a moment. "I mean, I'm not saying that you shouldn't be able to court, or Iruma for that matter. I-I just worry about your safety. I worry for both of you."

His words crushed you more than you could have ever anticipated, making you feel ill. Of course. He… he really didn't like you in that way. You had just been misreading the mixed signals, your own emotions coloring the truth.

He was looking out for you as a friend - he was just being protective of you out of concern, and not jealousy or anything.

It was fine. Completely fine.

"So, what about molting," You quickly changed the subject, hoping he hadn't noticed any hint of dejection on your face. Or the roughness to your voice as you spoke past the lump that had formed in your throat. "Anything I should know about that?"

His face turned a darker pink and it was his turn to avoid your gaze. "A remnant from our ancient ancestors. Our hair and feathers are replaced or grow out for the upcoming seasons. And, um, it's generally a time spent with…families, since grooming builds stronger bonds."

Family. Maybe a significant other, but maybe he also meant just family in general too. So nothing inherently romantic or anything else in the action.

But you would take it. You were such a lovesick dope you would take any kind of relationship with him. "Well, um, I know we aren't related, but I'm willing to fill in if needed. That's what friends are for, right?"

His gaze met yours again, studying you for a moment before nodding. "R-right. I appreciate your assistance, I really do. But…I suppose we both have duties to return to."

Oh. Right. You had been gone long enough, and he probably had classes to prepare for. "Yeah, I promised one of the battlers to help with a project. So I, uh, should go. Text me if you need anything!"

You hadn't even finished your sentence before turning and bolting.

Devi, gods - whatever. You were such an idiot. Obviously Opera and Sullivan didn't know Balam that well. You had, though. Why did you allow yourself to hope - to dream - of so much?

Ambition - desire - were for demons; but you were completely human. You needed to learn to be content with what you had.

--+--

Why? Why had he said that?

Balam groaned after you left, furiously rubbing his face. When you had asked about courting - it was like all rational thought fled his mind, and he was terrified someone had asked you before he did.

Thank Devi you had said no. But when you asked why…

He couldn't admit that he wanted the honor. That he had been thinking - planning - on asking you; and given the opportunity, he… couldn't. His words failed him and he gave another, more basic answer. And then, the same when you asked about molting. Yes, families did help each other, but parents and children. Siblings.

Or mates.

Had he unwittingly taken advantage of your naivety? You hadn't asked - or even hesitated before your fingers worked through his hair - and as soon as you touched him… all the stress and frustration had simply melted away. Between your touch, your scent - you just being there - he had a short sweet moment of peace.

How did other demons do this? He knew the basics, yes. But in actual practice, how did one go about asking another to court?

He groaned as his head thumped against one of the bookcases. He felt like a teenager all over again - and he hated it. He thought he had finally gotten over his awkwardness around other people.

Nigyul chirped from his nest among the vines that covered the ceiling, his golden eyes staring down at the demon. Balam sighed, knowing Nigyul could sense the tension just from the changes in his mana, and was likely concerned in his own way. "Yes, I know. I horribly messed that up."

The small dragon jumped from his perch, landing heavily on his shoulder where he settled. A deep rumble echoed from the wood dragon's chest as he tried to soothe Balam, making the demon sigh once more. Animals were so much easier than people, it was easy to tell how they felt just by their actions alone. But people--demons and now humans alike-- weren't so straight forward, even with his bloodline ability detecting lies and deceit.

Despite countless hours and thinking, dreaming, rationalizing, he was still unsure of how you truly felt. Sometimes he was sure you were as interested as Kalego said, but other times he was sure that you weren't.

Would a human even be interested in a demon such as himself? You may not be bothered by his scar or the problems it caused when eating, but that didn't mean you could be attracted to the rest of him; considering how different he was.

Granted, you were different from him, but he… he couldn't deny his attraction to you; some of which was because of how exotic you were, but little things like your smile - your caring nature.

How easy you were around him despite everyone else's natural fear.

Devi, he was sure he loved you. He just didn't know what to do about it.

--+--

Balam set the stack of picture books on the table, happy to see Iruma smile excitedly. "These should go over the subjects you're having difficulty with. Bahamut's reign over the southern waste, and some of the magic fundamentals you may be missing.”

"Thanks so much, Professor!" The boy grinned, flipping through some of the pages carefully, examining the artwork inside. "I know mom will love to read the ones on magic to help her with those Runes."

"Er, speaking of your mother…" Balam started, rubbing his neck, and then itching at the prickly hair growing there. You probably hadn't been able to reach it since his head had been resting against your chest.

He could easily recall the softness of your breasts, providing a perfect type of pillow to rest against. He could feel every breath, the subtle movements of your muscles as you worked. The hint of your human scent beneath Sullivan's cologne.

"Oh, yeah! Did she go see you earlier?"

He blinked at the boy's question, blushing at the realization of where his thoughts had taken him. Here he had been meaning to ask Iruma a question and he had been so easily side tracked.

Maybe he should take a few days off like Dali had recommended, but he hated the thought of not being there for you or Iruma should you need him. (Nevermind Lord Sullivan and Opera were both available too…)

Iruma naively assumed the expression on Balam's face was from confusion, and chuckled nervously. "My class and I…. Well, we noticed you've been rather distracted and on edge the last few days. And - well - one thing led to another and we ended up asking mom if she knew what was going on. She agreed but… she's avoided us ever since, so I was worried about what happened."

"It's… complicated," Balam admitted after a moment of contemplation. Maybe he should write a book on molt and other such cycles of other types of demons. Not just for you and Iruma, but maybe for future students as well to help foster understanding.

Though so far only a few from the misfit class seemed interested in them. Clara in particular, from what Iruma had said in the past.

"She did help," Balam continued, pushing those thoughts away until later. "Hopefully things will be a bit more normal." At least, for a day or two. Then he secretly worried he'd go hunting for you, tempted by your earlier offer. To be able to indulge in such bliss once more. "But, something she said made me wonder… how exactly do humans… court?"

It was awkward asking Iruma such a thing, but his alternative was asking you - and he feared that would be even more awkward.

"Court?" Iruma repeated thoughtfully. "Well, from what I understand that's pretty much what we call 'dating'. And it's kinda complicated, and really depends. But usually people will spend time together, and maybe bring each other gifts, like chocolates or other sweets, and flowers. Plus, you know, hold hands and stuff like that."

That's really all it took to court in the human realm? It seemed so… tame. Granted, he had always theoriezed their world was simpler and kinder than the Netherworld.

Wait - spending time together? Bringing gifts like sweets, holding hands and being affectionate?

Those… were things you had been doing. You would often come to visit and spend time with him when you could. And ever since Opera exposed his secret sweet tooth, you often brought something from the kitchens to share while you talked.

While you never really initiated anything, you never complained about his skin-ship habit. If anything, you embraced his touch - often happily leaning into him.

You hadn't argued when Kalego teased about flirting as he had expected. Instead, you had looked at him silently - obviously flustered, but he had been too flustered himself to really think.

Actually… that's when things had seemed to change, and you had more or less withdrawn from him.

Had he missed some kind of basic human cue? Had you already been courting him? And he had been completely oblivious as Kalego claimed.

Both panic and excitement gripped his heart as his thoughts became a disjointed mess. Could you really have been trying to court, was that why you asked about it today? Had he unknowingly messed things up?

"Uh, professor?" Iruma spoke, shocking him out of his thoughts. "Are you okay?"

"Oh yes," He answered, forcing a smile. "Just… distracted for a moment there. I'm sorry."

"It's okay, I just agreed to meet Ameri in five minutes…"

Balam's smile became more natural, though equally hidden by his mask as he reached over to ruffle the boy's hair affectionately. "Best not keep the council president waiting. Just let me know what you think of the books later."

"Of course!" The boy carefully placed the books in his bag before holstering it over his shoulder. "Oh, and Professor Balam?" He paused halfway towards the door. "I really do hope you and Mom figure things out, and I know Grandpa and Opera are cheering you guys on too."

With that, Iruma left while Balam was struggling to process his words, and the implications behind them.

--+-- Su-Ki-Ma--+--

You sat on Balam's desk, his head resting once more against your chest as you teased the hair at the nape of his neck. His hands rested on your thighs, lightly kneading the supple flesh.

This was bliss; having your arms wrapped around him, being close enough he could smell your true scent, your fingers working deftly to help ease that frustrating itch.

He groaned as your fingers combed through his hair, and felt your breath hitch in response. You froze, and for a moment he distantly wondered if he somehow upset you when he noticed it. A change to your already appetizing scent, becoming sweeter, muskier.

Balam gripped your thighs in realization, which only made it stronger. Your human pheromones were actually quite similar to demons and…

And you were aroused right now.

"Like that, did you?" You teased, trying to pretend as if nothing happened.

He should act like he hadn't noticed anything. It could just be an instinctual response and nothing else. Yet he looked up from your chest, and saw the deep flush of your cheeks, how you worried your lip as you avoided his gaze.

Devi, you were so beautiful.

You finally looked at him after a moment, and somehow became even more flush. "I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean to tease you like that."

Tease him? "I don't understand."

"If I made you feel uncomfortable…" You explained as you pulled your hands away.

And no, that was the last thing he wanted. He grabbed your wrists without thinking, making you pause. "Uncomfortable is the last thing you make me feel."

You moved to cup his cheeks, your hands so small and delicate compared to him. His eyes fluttered shut as you caressed his face, absolutely uncaring about his disfigurement.

To be touched so gently, so lovingly. It was more than he could ever hope for. And for it to be you. His dear little human.

"My handsome demon," You sighed, making his heart clench in his chest.

He couldn't resist anymore. He leaned forward and pressed his lips against yours. Any fears that you would be disgusted were quickly quieted as you eagerly reciprocated the kiss, arms wrapping around his shoulders as you clutched to him. That delicious smell of yours became stronger.

He wanted you.

He needed you.

He had to have you. All those pretty sounds you made as he allowed himself to touch you. Your supple breasts, so soft in his hands that made you whine. Your inner thigh, his thumb brushing against the junction of thigh and groin, making you gasp and arch into him.

"Please, Shichiro," You all but begged, clutching him tightly. Your legs wrapped around his waist, his hand moving to cup the swell of your backside. Devi, why were you so soft and perfect and…

Balam groaned as he woke to morning light seeping into his room, far too familiar with the throbbing need between his legs. He relaxed into the edge of his nest, his hand reaching for his cock, struggling with the thoughts of you.

He could admit he was attracted to you, there was no denying that. Everything about you was so… beautiful. Enchanting.

But thinking of you while he touched himself left him torn. Because dear hell did he want you, but to use his memories of you in such an obscene way, recalling how it felt to have you in his arms, your smile, your smell left him feeling as if he was somehow taking advantage of you. Your trust, your companionship.

Yet it was always you he ended up thinking about, calling and pleading your name as he came.

#mairimashita! iruma kun #welcome to demon school iruma kun #balam shichiro #balam/reader #suzuki iruma #lord sullivan #naberius kalego #balam shichiro x reader

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nightmarewing · 1 year

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A Very Good Thing™️ about Balego is that Kalego proactively touches Balam in small, casual, habitual ways. The only way he interacts physically with others is Violence, and he doesn't strike me as someone who enjoys having others up in his space. On the flip side, everyone else is afraid of Balam, so no one is going out of their way to be friendly with him... but they are just so comfortable around each other.

Unless he's got something else on his mind, Kalego is just relaxed and normal when he's with Balam. It's something that otherwise only seems to come out when he's alone, watering his cacti (or maybe when he's really caught off guard... lol Clara's mom). And Balam is just so misunderstood that he barely even tries to explain himself to people. He just hides himself away and does whatever he feels like (in true demon fashion). Whatever people think about him, they think about him. He doesn't like it, and he tries to find ways to appear less intimidating, but he doesn't really know how. Thank goodness for people like Iruma and, obviously, Kalego. It's so rare that anyone lets him just, chill and talk and be a person instead of That Big Scary Weirdo Professor.

(He is a weirdo, and it's understandable that people recoil from his, uh... forward nature. But that's just part of the problem. He's pretty in his own head and seems to have genuine communication issues, compounded by how little room he gets to open up and express himself. He's judged for his looks, and then he's judged for his ideas and interests. It's over before it begins. And he really doesn't want to scare or upset people, so if he thinks that's a risk, he'll just preemptively remove himself from a situation, e.g. the banquet.)

And we know, from Balam's comment about Kalego holding in his laughter, that Kalego is intentionally restraining himself to some degree. He has plenty to be stressed about, but he also uas a facade he feels the need to maintain, and by devi, he's going to do it. He's going to stay dignified in the face of everything the world sees fit to dump onto his plate. Except he's going to fail, often, because his life is ridiculous and he never gets a break and this man is wound so tightly that the slightest provocation threatens to snap him like a violin string.

So like. In short, and based on preliminary observations...

It's nice that they get to be normal, and it makes me very Normal about them.

#this is like #a few episodes of seeing them interact #like I said I'm incredibly Normal about this #Balam Shichirou #Naberius Kalego #Iruma-kun

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man049 · 4 months

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Happy christmas everybody! Today marks the 10th anniversary since The 11th Doctor regenerated into The 12th Doctor. So I felt obligated to make a compilation of some of my favorite Capaldi moments to celebrate that.

He appearing in The Day Of The Doctor 1 month before his introduction.

He calling Clara an egomaniac.

He telling Clara she doesn't see him.

He trying to resonate with Rusty.

Rusty telling him he is a good Dalek.

He asking Clara if he's a good man.

All of his banter and fights with Robin Hood, which leads to him getting shut up by Clara.

He being so desperate in trying to prove Robin Hood isn't real that he speculates the villain created his own enemy.

His theories about what the creature from Listen could be

He picking up the phone and suddenly appearing somewhere else alongside Clara.

He figuring out that they aren't in a heist but a rescue mission.

His discussion with Clara at the beginning of The Caretaker.

He interrupting Clara's class to explain that what she is teaching is wrong.

(I know this one is disliked but) him abandoning Clara so she can decide the fate of the creature in Kill The Moon.

He wanting to talk to Clara about the planets during their last hurrah.

"Sometimes the only choices you have are bad ones, but you still have to choose".

All his bickering with Clara during Flatline.

He avoiding getting run over by a train while crawling from inside the tiny Tardis only to later make a little dance to celebrate.

He trying to communicate with the 2d monsters but giving up to defeat them because he is the man that stops the monsters.

He explaining that the superpower of humanity is forgetting.

"Do you really think that I care for you so little that betraying me would make a difference?".

"Clara, I'm terribly sorry but I'm exactly what you deserve".

That entire scene of him and Clara in Dark Waters if I'm being real.

"I am... AN IDIOT" followed by him thanking and kissing Missy.

Almost anything in Last Christmas.

Him fighting vikings while playing electric guitar while riding a tank.

He noticing Clara in between the crowd and immediately starting to play Pretty Woman and flirting with her.

He taking over Davros chair because he believes Clara is dead.

He deciding to give Davros regeneration energy.

He trying and failing to explain to Clara his duty of care.

Believing he has to die and being totally chill about it while Clara is in total dread.

Admitting that he is rewriting history for the main objective of saving Clara.

Trying to trick the vikings with a yo-yo.

He realizing the message of his face and saving Lady Me.

Discussing with those two zygorns in the kids playground.

The zygorn speech obviously.

The entire ending of Face The Raven.

Pretty much everything in Heaven Sent and Hell Bent.

He finally getting his turn of entering The Tardis "for the first time".

The entire ending of The Husbands Of River Song.

Trying to erase Bill's mind only to get called out by her and getting tormented by the photos of River and Susan.

He celebrating christmas with Bill and going back in time to take photos of her mom as a christmas present for her.

His handshake with Nardole when Bill finally says that it's bigger on the inside than the outside.

"Nobody is from space. I'm from a planet like everybody else".

Explaining to Bill why he is so unphased by horrible deaths happening in front of his eyes.

He getting cornered in Knock Knock and solving the conflict by solving the villain's relationship with his mother.

Starting a domino effect that would lead to a revolution that would cause the destruction of capitalism.

He saving Missy from being executed and scaring of the executioners.

Reading the veritas.

Calling The Doctor.

His propagandist pro-monk broadcast.

"Hidden amongst 7 billion there's someone like you".

All of his scenes with Missy tbh.

He eating with Bill while they sit on a bench as he explains why he cares about Missy so much.

The Doctor Falls speech of course.

His final stand against the Cybermen.

He finally remembering Clara.

"Doctor, I let you go".

These are just some of my favorite moments but I didn't want to name every single one because I didn't want to be here all day so these are just the ones that came to my mind.

#12th doctor #twelfth doctor #peter capaldi

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tblsomedoodles · 9 months

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Lol, imagine Clara coming back with CJ and somehow neglecting/forgetting to tell anyone she was Donnie's daughter (who was raised by Leo) until after the invasion like CJ did like... when CJ announces Cass is his mom and while Donnie is joking about the space/time continuum Clara just casually goes like,

"Oh yeah... I'm Donnies daught by the way."

Like in the msot bored tone ever

lol, i could definitely see Clara just purposefully not telling the turtles her parentage for quite some time. Like she's either waiting to tell them at the most inconvenient time just to watch the chaos, or she straight up doesn't want to say and accidentally reveals it via a particularly bad fight with Donnie.

Either way, it takes everyone by surprise lol.

THank you!

#asks #tmnt #rottmnt #seer twins au #non canon #oc clara

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emmymaehereeeeee · 1 year

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Stay Awake for Me

summary: Clara get's injured while playing volleyball and Austin goes full on papa bear mode.

word count: 1,002

“Let’s go, Clara!” Austin cheered from the stands as he watched his daughter down on the court. Jumping up into the air she smacked the ball with her hand sending it over the net. “Atta girl!” He watched as his daughter celebrated with her teammates. “She’s something else, ain’t she honey?”

You nodded your head smiling right along with him- that was until you watched your twelve-year-old daughter run across the court and run head-on into her teammate. “Oh shit.”

Austin was already pushing through the crowd and jumping over the barrier onto the court, “Clara? Clara, come on you gotta talk to me.” He knelt down next to his daughter as she lay unconscious on the floor.

You rushed in behind him, “Oh my God, my baby!” Reaching down to hold her hand you leaned your head on Austin’s shoulder.

“Alright, are you two mom and dad? Gonna need you both to give her a bit of space, I promise she is alright. Everyone just needs to give her some room, please.” The athletic trainer shifted Clara out of Austin’s arms and onto the floor.

After a few moments, Clara began to slowly wake up, she squinted her eyes and brought her arm up to cover her eyes. “Ugh, my head.”She started to try and sit up but was promptly pushed slowly back down.

“Trust me, kiddo you are not going to want to do that.” The athletic trainer slowly ran a few routine concussion tests.”Yep, she’s gotta concussion, clear as day.”

“How bad is it?” Austin knelt back over by his daughter, “Scale of one to ten how bad does it hurt, sweet pea?” His eyes were filled with worry, his face tense as he scanned her face.

“Like an eight?” She groaned out, “Momma, I want to go home.” She reached her hand out to you and you took hold of it. “Please?”

“We’ll go home here in just a second, we need the trainer to clear you, and then we’ll go home, I promise.” You reassured her over and over even though you had no idea what was going on.

After being cleared by the trainer Austin bent down to pick her up in his arms, “I know it hurts, baby. Just keep your open for me, can’t go to sleep just yet.” He pressed a kiss to her hair, “Daddy’s got you, we’re going to the car.”

You followed Austin out of the gym and out towards the parking lot, “Hold on Aus, let me open the door.” You pulled open the door and he placed her into the seat. “Austin what are you doing?” You asked your husband as he scooched over to the other seat.

“I just want to make sure she is alright, I am nervous.” He buckled her seat belt and allowed her to rest her head on his shoulder. “You don’t mind driving do you, sweetie?”

“No, I don’t mind it all. Clara baby, can you talk to me for a second?” You turned back to look at her.

“Mmm.” She mumbled, her eyes half-lidded as she stared back at you.

“Do you know your name?”

“Clara Butler.”

“That’s right sweetie, do you know what happened?” You asked, your heart hurt seeing her in this state.

“Volleyball?” She mumbled once more her eyes starting to droop.

“Uh-uh, you need to stay awake, sweetheart.” Austin nudged her chin up and she groaned.

“Dad stop.” She groaned out as she shifted to the other side of the car.

There was a knock on the window after a quick glance you noticed it was the athletic trainer, he was holding her gym bag in one hand knocking on the window with the other.

“Sorry, we just realized she left her bag um how are you doing, champ?” He asked Clara who was all but half asleep leaning on her father’s shoulder.

“She’s mainly tired we have been trying to keep her up but she really wants to sleep,” Austin replied whilst brushing her hair out of her face.

“Let her sleep, just make sure to wake her up every couple of hours, if she starts to get a prolonged headache, pupils are a different size, or nausea then you need to take her to the doctor. Keep all the lights off for at least forty-eight hours and call me if you need anything. You did good, kid.”

“I’ll pop the trunk if you don’t mind just putting her bag back there.” You said quickly popping the trunk as he placed the bag in the back. “Alright, lovebug we’re heading home.”

The drive was silent until you pulled into the driveway and Austin softly spoke to Clara, “Hey Clara bear, we are home.” He scooped her into his arms and you locked the car, you opened the door for him and shut it behind him.

“Lights, honey.” You said as you gestured to the switch panel next to him, he handed Clara over to you and switched out the lights. “Thank you, baby.” You made your way down the hallway and walked into her room, “Alright bug, we need to get you in your pajamas.” Slowly but surely you helped her out of her uniform and into her pajamas.

“I brought some water,” Austin whispered softly as he entered the room, he placed the glass on the nightstand and walked out, and came back in with a pillow and blanket.

“Austin what are you doing?” You draped your arms around his neck and looked up at him.

“Just wanted to make sure she is going to be okay throughout the night.” He tossed the pillow and blanket on the floor. Clara’s soft snores filled the air, “You are glad to stay with me.” He smiled and you nodded your head and that is how the two of you ended up sleeping on the floor, Austin constantly getting up and down to check on Clara. He also ended up complaining of back problems for weeks.

#dad austin #dad!austin butler #dad!austin #austin butler fic #austin butler fluff #austin butler #austin butler x you #austin butler x reader #fluff #austin is to good for this world

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swampgh0stt · 6 months

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I have some ideas for Mrs. Afton, but I don't think I'll ever turn these into full pieces, so here's some Afton Family WIPs. cw: racism, child abuse, internalized homophobia

Despite how she may try to distance herself from her own children, Clara knew it was useless. Garrett was only a child with no direction, having known so much fear in his short life. Her life had begun to fall apart around her, after William survived that springlock accident. She was forced to watch her husband spiral out of control, driven mad by his own agony while his mind ran away with whatever conjecture formed that day. She found herself in more fights with him, maintaining some level of composure while he shouted abuse towards her. It was too much for any woman to handle, but Clara felt so alone in it all.

She had only moved to Utah for the sake of her husband, but there was nothing for her here. She lost him the day that metal was forced through his body, permanently scarring both body and mind. Now, she paced her home while sick with grief, worrying over her youngest son in the hospital-- with a head injury her eldest had inflicted. It was hard to keep her emotions in check, when Michael looked so similar to William. He was her first child, her eldest son-- but he couldn’t stomach the sight of him.

“Mom…” And there he was again, tentatively reaching out to someone who should always be there for him. Michael wasn’t the same after the incident either, spending most of his nights plagued by the memory while his days were spent quiet and shaking, or in Jeremy’s company for comfort.

But Jeremy was not here. And Clara was hurting.

“S'hui-áb.” Demon. Michael froze when his mother hissed the word at him, her eyes wild and still spilling tears down her cheeks. She turned on him with purpose, malice dripping from her lips. Michael felt his throat close, taking a step back to distance himself from his own mother. She realized her mistake and softened, but the damage was already done. “Mikey--” She couldn’t take it back, no matter how hard she tried. So Clara decided not to try at all. “Give me some space.”

Whatever plea had formed immediately died on his lips. Michael nodded, swallowing down his pain once more as he took another step away, distancing himself physically and emotionally with every small movement. “Okay…” His voice was soft, defeated. “I’m sorry…”

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Too loud. Everything was always so loud with his father. Michael favored his Mother for that very reason (even if she didn’t favor him). She didn’t feel the need to fill the air with noise and activity, perfectly content to stand in silence. He appreciated her for that and admired her strength.

They were fighting, again.

Michael wasn’t sure what set him off this time, but William was enraged. Clara stood her ground, her head high, dwarfed by William’s height and anger alike. Back and forth, back and forth, he stomped in front of her like a wild animal. “I don’t understand how you could say something like that!”

“William.” Clara kept her tone even. “I am not blind. I see how you are around him, and there is nothing wrong with it-”

The elder man turned on his wife then, jutting an accusatory finger in her face. Somehow, he managed to get louder: “Don’t you dare act like there’s something wrong with me!” He spat, his face red. “And don’t act like you know me! You don’t know anything, about anything!” He reached out, ripping the necklace from around her neck. Beads flew in every direction, clattering against the floor as they scattered. “What- Did it come to you in a magic dream or something!? The fucking birds outside whispering in your ear, telling you your husbands a Queer!”

Clara held her ground as her husband moved impossibly close, letting him spill his rage over her until finally she pulled away and walked off silently. William was left standing there, shaking, His silver eyes found their next target: Michael, who stood quietly in the threshold of the door, having bore witness to the whole thing.

English failed the younger Afton, who trembled under his father’s glare. “O-ná kwins-hu-chet…” I don’t understand. It was enough to set William off again.

He stormed over and seized Michael’s wrists in both hands. “What the Hell did you say!?” In his anger, William tore Michael off the floor completely, slamming him against the wall. “Keep that bullshit out of your mouth and mind your own damn business!” He shoved his son aside, letting Michael stumble before his legs crumbled and he hit the floor. Michael was too stunned for words and chose to keep quiet, staring back in wide-eyed terror.

Clara would just order her son away in her fits of grief. William was never so forgiving. “Get up!” He reached down again, grabbing Michael by the wrist once more. The younger Afton was yanked roughly to his feet, panic finally setting in as he struggled against the stronger hold his father had. “Stop!” William spat, forcing Michael closer to get better control over the squirming teen. “I said- Stop!” His other hand wound around Michael’s neck and squeezed, cutting off his airway until the struggling boy finally relented. Only then did William let go of his neck, yanking the teen along. “Go to your room.”

#william afton #clara afton #michael afton #afton family #fnaf #five nights at freddys

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sergeantsporks · 1 year

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Gilded Family

Rating: Teen and Up, Gen

Ch 25/?: Petro

Ch 1, Ch 2, Ch 3, Ch 4, Ch 5, Ch 6 , Ch 7, Ch 8, Ch 9, Ch 10, Ch 11, Ch 12, Ch 13, Ch 14, Ch 15, Ch 16, Ch 17, Ch 18, Ch 19, Ch 20, Ch 21, Ch 22, Ch 23, Ch 24

In which none of the previous golden guards or wittebro died, actually, they're all fine and living happily together as one big dysfunctional family

Ao3

“So. Belos is dead?”

Phoenix watched Auric carefully. He was the first Grimwalker Phoenix had ever seen, and while he’d always seemed cheerful and mellow enough, there was never any telling what Caleb’s clones were keeping inside.

“Yeah.”

“Hm.” Auric rolled up excess bandages in quick, efficient motions, putting them back in their place on the shelves. “How?”

“The Collector.”

“Hm.” Auric scratched at the scars slashed across his neck. “Hm.”

“Are you… okay?”

Auric scratched more furiously. “I’m fine. Let’s get you out of here. Find you something else to wear. Because, uh…” he picked up Phoenix’s torn shirtsleeve, waving it around. “You’re kind of wearing the colors of the enemy.”

Phoenix pushed himself off of the bench. “I know the way.”

“Uh—” Auric hopped around in front of him, not really blocking him from moving, but slowing his progress. He walked backwards, facing Phoenix. “Well—so—the thing is—your room’s sort of taken? We’ve all been doubling up,” he added hastily, “See, after the day of unity… I mean, there are some wild witches, of course, and a few people who managed to get out of the sigil, a few kids who didn’t have brands, and obviously we couldn’t just leave them out there to get picked off, so… um, so, there’s like. Fiiiiiifteeeeeeen extra people here? And obviously we needed space, so we opened up your room, and Jason’s room and Ach—and Achsah’s room. Obviously we were still keeping an eye out for you, we keep watches and patrols, but of course we’ll—we’ll find a space, we just… needed the rooms.”

Maybe it was the potion wearing off, maybe it was the prospect of getting to know twenty new people, or maybe it was that the place Phoenix considered home wasn’t the same as he’d left it. Whatever the reason, a tired, heavy feeling was starting to creep into Phoenix’s bones, and all he wanted to do was find the nearest bed and pass out.

“It’s alright,” he murmured, “Of course you needed the space.”

“Usually, you know, we’d just add onto the house, buuuuuut. Mom can’t use construction magic right now. And going out for materials is dangerous. So. We’re doubling up on the rooms we have. Um.” Auric scratched at his neck again. “Anyway. Your stuff should still be in your room. So we can get some clothes. Quick stop.”

“Are you sure you’re alright? Is your neck bothering you?”

“I just did your physical checkup. You’re bruised all over, I would be surprised if none of your ribs are broken, your right side and arm are covered in lacerations from glass shards, and, of course, you’ve got two infected wounds that we can’t do anything to heal. You don’t have any space to be worrying about anyone else’s health.” Auric knocked twice on Phoenix’s old door. “Hello? Anyone in there?”

The door creaked open just a crack, and two sets of blue eyes stared at Auric from about waist height. “Hi, Auric.”

Auric crouched down. “Hey, Clara,” he said gently, “How’s your arm feeling?”

“It’s okay. It doesn’t hurt.”

The door swung open the rest of the way. Phoenix’s room was filled with light; the window was open, and light glyphs lined the top of the walls. Two witchlets stared at him, both of them blue-eyed and brown-haired. The smaller of the two tugged on the older girl’s sleeve, whispering in her ear.

Auric cleared his throat. “This is… Phoenix.”

“Oh!”

The older girl—Clara, based on the cast immobilizing her arm—ran for the dresser, retrieving a book. It was Jason’s book of myths, the one he’d lent to Phoenix, but Phoenix had never finished reading. Clara offered it to him. “Your book!”

“I…”

She set it on the ground and flipped it to about two thirds of the way, removing a small scrap of paper. Phoenix squinted at it.

Phoenix—let me know when you get here, so we can read it together :) – Jason

“Phoenix” was written above a scribbled-out “Hunter” – Jason must have taken out and replaced the note after he’d changed his name. Not that he’d ever gotten this far in the book—the chapter heading labelled it “Jason and the Argonauts.” A lump rose up in Phoenix’s throat, choking him.

“Oh.”

Clara tucked the note back into the book, closing it. “Ram and I were reading it for a bedtime story. It’s kind of weird, and it’s about humans, but also witches!”

Ram nodded. Unlike Clara, they didn’t show any obvious physical injuries, but they clung to their sister like a lifeline and wouldn’t let her go.

“This is your room,” Clara declared, “Can we still stay here? We’ll be super quiet, promise.”

Auric glanced at Phoenix, uncertainty and worry sparking in his eyes, but Phoenix shook his head. “You can stay,” he croaked, “I’ll be alright. Maybe you can read one of those stories to me sometime?”

“Okay!”

Auric squeezed past her. “Phoenix is going to share a room with one of us. We’re just here to get some of his clothes.”

“Yeah, he looks like a puppet.”

Ram tugged on Phoenix’s left hand. “Does it hurt?” they whispered, pointing to the scars from Belos’ staff.

“Not anymore.”

Clara held out a marker to Phoenix. “My arm doesn’t really hurt either, but Auric says I have to keep wearing the cast. Will you sign it? You have a bird name, that’s pretty cool, I have a friend named Griffin, but I haven’t seen him in a while.”

Phoenix uncapped the marker and wrote his name on the cast. It was already covered in signatures, some of them names Phoenix recognized, and others that had to be from some of the refugees. “There.”

“It’s magic,” Clara told him, “The more signatures you get, the faster it heals. That’s what Auric said.”

Auric made a face at Phoenix behind Clara’s back, his arms full of clothes. “Right. We’ll get out of here. Douse those lights and get some sleep, will you?”

Clara shook her head. “Ram’s scared of the dark. Bye, Phoenix!”

Auric handed Phoenix the change of clothes. “I think Mole isn’t paired up yet. You could stay with him.” He sighed. “Or… right, you said he’s angry with you. I think Cherry’s got space. Yeah. Let’s go see him. He took the traps out of his room since we’ve got a bunch of kids around now, so it should be pretty safe.”

Grimwalkers had gathered in the hallway, all of them staring at Phoenix again, just like when he’d first arrived. Auric pushed through them, leading Phoenix to a new door. He’d never been in Cherry’s room—actually, he was realizing now that he hadn’t been in many of the rooms of this house. None of the other Grimwalkers seemed like the type to take kindly to people invading their space.

Cherry opened the door. He looked just as tired as Evelyn, and Phoenix remembered what Auric had said about watches and patrols—he recognized that dead-eyed look from all the scouts who’d been on late night patrols. “Phoenix? You’re home?”

“Jason’s not back,” Phoenix told him, “He’s safe, he’s just—”

Cherry shook his head. “Hey. I’m glad you’re back safe.” He eyed Phoenix’s arms. “…mostly safe. Um.” He rubbed his good eye. “Right. Your room is taken. I think Dad left a copy of the schematics around here, we’ll figure something—”

“You’re open,” Auric said gently, “You’re open, Mole’s open, Dagger’s open, Sam is open, Ash is open, and Alex is open. Everyone else is already paired up.”

“Mmm. Ah. Okay. Uh. Let’s still avoid putting someone Ash, or Alex, but if Jason and Hunter get back here or we find anyone else, they might not get much of a choice. Um…”

“I thought he could stay with you,” Auric offered, “But—maybe for now he could stay with Frank and I. Just until I’m sure he’s all healed up.”

“Uh.” Cherry rubbed his eye again. “No. He can stay here. I’ll update the rooming schedule.” He opened the door wider. “You look like hell. Come on.”

There was already an extra mattress in the room—even if Cherry hadn’t been paired up yet, they must have been preparing for the eventuality that he’d have to.

Even though he was still clutching the clothes Auric had retrieved from his room, Phoenix didn’t bother changing. He went right to the bed that wasn’t already mussed up and fell onto it, kicking his boots to the side and flopping on his side. His eyes were shut before he even hit the pillow.

Goodbye, Golden Guards.

Jason and Hunter stared up at Phoenix, terrified and small. Phoenix’s hand curved into a scythe, ready to slice through the two of them.

“Shhhh.”

“I mean, we have to wake him up.”

“I don’t want to wake him up, you wake him up.”

“What am I supposed to do, kick him awake?”

“Oh. Yeah.”

Phoenix lashed out, snatching someone’s wrist just before they touched his shoulder. “Get away,” he snarled.

Lake yelped, trying to tug their arm away. “Ow!”

Locke whistled. “Whoa. Someone has a case of the morning grouchies.”

“…Sorry…” Phoenix let Lake go, sitting up. “Uh?”

“Technically, it’s not morning,” Lake added, “Congrats, you slept through a whole day. It’s night again. Not too late. But kinda late. Cherry’s gone out again. He even took down all of his traps! I wasn’t sure he’d actually do it.”

Phoenix rubbed his eyes. “…What are you doing in here?”

The two of them glanced at each other, their cheerful dispositions slipping into something more subdued and serious. “It’s… Sam,” Lake admitted, “We’re worried about him.”

“More so than usual,” Locke added, “He… hasn’t left his room since the others came back without you. And he won’t let us in. Only Auric’s been in to check on him. Which isn’t the weirdest thing on the planet, but we think maybe… maybe it’s less of an annoyance thing and more of a sad thing.”

“I’m sorry. He hasn’t even gone to his lab?”

“No. We were hoping you’d talk to him.”

The words hit Phoenix’s ears, then fell stagnant somewhere in his mind. Why him? “…Me? I mean—I’ve barely talked to Sam. You two know him bet—”

“He was the last one to see you,” Lake burst out, “And Jason. And Hunter. He was the last one to see you, and then we couldn’t find you anywhere.”

“But… you’re back!” Locke continued, “You’re back, and you said Jason is safe, and… maybe he’ll come out now.”

“Oh.”

It was all he could say. Sam had been the last one to see them, he’d been the only one of their griffin crew to return home. He’d been the last one to be with Darius, too. The wheels started clicking and turning gently in Phoenix’s mind. He’d figured out a way to neutralize the sigils. Maybe he could figure out a way to reverse the puppetification.

But first things first. If Sam wasn’t even leaving to go to his lab… Phoenix didn’t know him well, but almost every time he’d seen the grimwalker, he was scurrying to or from his lab. Either he’d gotten stealthier, or he really hadn’t left his room in weeks, and something was horribly wrong.

“Okay. Okay, I’m coming.”

Phoenix changed out of the outfit the Collector had given to him, and back into the clothes he’d gotten used to. They were scratchier than the Collector’s silks, but they felt familiar and real, in a way that the Collector’s clothes didn’t. He couldn’t see any trap triggers on Cherry’s floor, but still, he moved carefully, sweeping his foot across the ground in front of him to check just in case.

The hallways were mostly empty, save for a couple of adults that eyed him warily. Phoenix didn’t take his eyes off of them, either. If they were here, it meant they were either smart enough and strong enough to avoid the Collector, or that they’d stayed out of Belos’ grasp for years, which made them even more dangerous.

“Sam?” Phoenix gingerly pushed Sam’s door open and saw, just as he did, a light glyph being extinguished. Sam was lying in bed, eyes shut, covers pulled all the way up. “I know you’re not asleep,” Phoenix said softly, “It’s me.”

Sam sat up, and Phoenix winced. A sling held his right arm fixed in place, and bandages covered every inch of skin that had been burned by his concoction. “Phoenix?” he croaked. Another light glyph lit up the room, and Sam rolled out of bed, stumbling towards him. His hair was free of its usual bun, falling in his face.

“You’re alive,” he whispered, his eyes feverishly bright behind his glasses, “You’re—” He reached out, as if to touch Phoenix’s face, but his hand dropped before he made contact “I thought—they couldn’t find you—or Jason—or any of the kids, and I thought—I thought I was the only one who made it out.” Sam ran a hand through his wild hair. “Titan, I thought…”

“Hey, we got out. We got out, Sam.”

“Jason? And the kids?”

“They’re safe. They’re not here, but they’re safe.”

“They’re safe,” Sam whispered, “Everyone got out.”

“Lake and Lock are worried about you.”

“Are they? It’s fine. I’m fine, better than fine, now that I know everyone’s safe. I’m close, Phoenix, I am so close.”

Phoenix nodded to the leatherbound journal on Sam’s bed. “Doing some light reading?”

Sam’s face darkened, and he retrieved the book. “I was hoping to find a reversal of the petrification glyph. Good ol’ Uncle Bells sure knew how to take notes.” He waved the journal. “Every single one of our lives. Detailed in ten pages or less. He kept track of us before he grabbed us to be his trained monkey, wrote down where we were. Wrote down our growth, what parts of us weren’t good enough,” Sam practically spat.

Phoenix sighed, and held his hand out. Sam handed him the book, and Phoenix flipped to a random page, squinting at Uncle Belos’ handwriting, a loopy, elegant script that had always given him a headache trying to decipher. There was a note in the margins with a glasses prescription, and a choppy, irritated observation that this grimwalker couldn’t even see right, along with being a little too clever, and a little too interested in books over his guard duties. Phoenix glanced at Sam, whose jaw was working back and forth.

“You’ve read the whole thing?”

“Just about. Look, here’s the weird thing.” Sam took the book back, flipping forward. “There’s yours.”

Despite himself, despite everything, Phoenix lunged for the book back, desperate to know what was written, even if it took him all night. Sam dodged backwards, holding the book up high.

“Hold on, Skippy, you can read it in a bit, that’s not what I wanted to show you! Look, so, our good friend Petro was the guard before you.”

The Collector wasn’t lying

Phoenix’s stomach churned remembering every story he’d ever heard about the golden guard before him. How much of it was propaganda? How much of it was awful, horrifying truth?

He didn’t know

He was lied to, just like the rest of us.

“Here’s the weird thing,” Sam continued, “The beginning pages of yours are missing. All the bits that detail where you were before Belos picked you up? Not there.”

Phoenix frowned. “I mean… I guess he had the empire at that point? He could just track adoption records officially.”

“Nuh-uh, back it up, I don’t mean that they don’t exist, I mean that they are MISSING. Like someone ripped them out. And here’s the other weird thing. Petro’s pages stop. Incredibly abruptly. Everyone else has their betrayal detailed, as well as how Belos killed them. Petro’s? Nope. Everything’s going great, then WHAM, like he never existed.”

Phoenix shook his head. “You’re going to have to spell this one out for me, Sam. What’s the connection?”

Sam closed the notebook with a thump. “I don’t know what the connection is. But it’s weird. Uncle Pip kept meticulous track of everything. It doesn’t make sense why he’d rip pages out, no one read it but him. But! Maybe Petro can tell us himself.”

Phoenix sighed. “Yeah. Maybe when… you…”

Sam was practically brimming with excitement, fingers tapping against the book, a smug little ‘I know something’ smile peeking through on his face.

Phoenix shook his head. “Alright, out with it, how smart are you?”

“Strange question, I’m a genius and you know it.” Sam waved the book. “But also, after he offed you, our dear Uncle Phil started looking into how to reverse petrification. He was worried about being able to get his hands on the resources involved in making a new grimwalker, so he thought maybe if he could just free Petro… seems like he ultimately decided not to, huge surprise there, but the reversal glyph is in the journal!”

Phoenix’s heart thumped in his chest. “You’ve tested it?”

Sam jabbed a thumb at a flowerpot on the windowsill that held a single, living flower, glowing softly in the moonlight. “Turned it back yesterday. No problematic side effects so far.

“Why wait until now?”

“I was… worried.”

“About me?”

“What? No. I mean, yes, sure. Of course I was. But I…” Sam growled, rolling one hand. “Usually I wouldn’t… ugh. It has occurred to me thaaaaat… now might not be the best time? It’s just that there are already so many people here, and I’d be adding one more person to worry about.” Sam paced back and forth across the room, hands behind his back. “But then, what if we get attacked? Would we be able to take him with us? I wouldn’t want to leave him behind! But now’s so hectic, and he might freak out, and maybe it’s just best to leave him until everything blows over? But if it doesn’t blow over—”

Phoenix reached out and caught his arm as he passed. “Sam. I think you should do it.”

“Right. Okay. But even if it’s the right time, I still don’t know about long term effects.”

“And how long would you wait to see?”

“Oh, at least one hundred flower test subjects before we moved on to rats and monitored them until the end of their natural lifespans.”

“Sam.”

“What?! Do you think I want to irreversibly screw up our brother?!”

Phoenix threw his hands in the air. “He! Is made! Of stone! How much more messed up do you think he can get?!”

“But if waiting and testing—”

“It’s like you said. Our safety could be compromised at any moment. And he’d be defenseless. You might not get another chance.”

Sam squinted at him. “You seem awfully eager to wake him up.”

“I spent my childhood hearing stories about him. And according to Terra, he was the best golden guard there was. He won wars—he might be what we need to take a stand, or at least to get a leg up on survival. And… I think everyone could use a bit of hope right now. If we can reverse petrification, maybe we can reverse the Collector’s puppet spell.”

“You mean if I can reverse petrification, maybe I can figure out a way to reverse the puppetification. Eugh. Would you like some fries with that tall order?” Sam headed towards the door. “Alright. Alright, come on.”

“What, now?!”

“No time like the present. He’s not getting any stonier.”

Phoenix followed Sam to his lab. He could see Lake and Locke, hiding in a room and watching. They gave him a thumbs-up, and he gave them one back, sliding into the lab after Sam.

The other grimwalker tied his hair up into a bun. “Yep. Okay. Here we go. Yep. Alright. Uh-huh. Okay.”

“Sam.”

“Doing it, doing it.” Sam slapped a glyph onto the statue. “Here goes nothing.”

The stone shuddered. Phoenix had expected it to shatter, cracking and peeling away to reveal a living being underneath a stone skin. But the change was much more gradual, instead, grey stone slowly turning to glittering gold armor.

Petro fell forward, and Phoenix lunged forward, catching him. He grunted, sagging under the weight. He’d forgotten how heavy the uniform had always been, and Petro was built stocky and solid.

Sam jumped to take Petro’s other arm, “Get the mask off,” he grunted, “Let him breathe.”

Phoenix pulled Petro’s hood down, and removed the mask. The guard panted for air. His square face was pitted with scars, a huge blotchy red one on the side of his forehead, and one going up his left cheek—badges from the crusades against wild witches, Phoenix was willing to bet.

The tattered ears, revealed by close-cropped hair, he was almost certain were from Belos.

“Hrgh—ha—you can’t—replace—” Petro blinked, eyes sweeping wildly over Sam’s lab. He looked at Sam. Then at Phoenix. His eyes traced the scar that ran through Phoenix’s right eyebrow, and his eyes hardened. The arm that Phoenix had slung around his shoulders tightened, and Petro twisted, using Phoenix to haul himself up while he kicked Sam solidly in the chest, sending him careening into the wall with a grunt. Petro went dead on Phoenix, wrapping one thick arm around Phoenix’s neck and dragging him towards the ground.

Phoenix gasped for air, driving his elbow into Petro’s side. “Let—go—we can—explain—”

“I don’t need you to explain,” Petro hissed, “I need you to die.”

Phoenix’s legs wobbled, and he crashed to the ground, releasing some of the pressure on his neck. He slammed his elbow into Petro’s gut. “Let—go—”

“Deep breath, Phoenix,” Sam ordered, and something smoking crashed down next to him. Phoenix held his breath as long as he was able, but Petro’s grip didn’t soften nearly quickly enough, and he inhaled the smoke. The taste of sleeping nettles rested on his tongue.

Goodbye, golden guard

“You can’t replace me, not with him!”

Something nettled Phoenix’s nose, burning the inside of his nostrils, and he snapped awake, sitting up so fast he nearly headbutted Sam. A small vial clattered to the ground, and the smell faded. Phoenix pawed at his nose, trying to get the burning sensation out.

“Ack!”

“I did tell you to hold your breath,” Sam chastised, “But. You’re welcome for saving your life, by the way. Drink lots of water, you’re going to have a monster headache.”

Petro sat in a chair, secured by vines that had been turned to stone. His head sagged forward against his chest. Phoenix nodded at him. “How long will he be out?”

“Another hour, unless I wake him up. Do you think anyone will notice if we prop him back into position and repetrify him?”

“Sam.”

“I won’t, I won’t. But this is… it might not be such a great idea after all.”

“He was confused.”

“Didn’t seem confused. He tried to kill you.”

“I know. I was there.” Phoenix pinched the bridge of his nose. “We’ll… we’ll figure it out. Wake him up.”

“Maybe we should get Dad or Mom?”

“We’ll get them.”

Sam jumped. “Lake! Locke! Uh—”

Locke paced a circle around Petro. “Wow. You really did it. Of course. You go in your room for weeks, and you don’t come out until you’ve gotten a cure for a previously undoable spell. You should get depressed more often.”

Sam raised one eyebrow at Phoenix. “Ah, yes. I see how very worried you were about me. Go get Mom and Dad. Scram.” Sam snatched his little vial off of the floor. “Here we go.”

He waved the vial under Petro’s nose, and the guard’s head shot up, his nostrils flaring and snorting. He lunged forward, snapping his teeth at Sam’s hand. “Get—that—away—”

“Alright, feisty, settle down.” Sam corked the vial. “Hi. Welcome to our house, I guess. Except you’ve been here for a while, technically. Belos tried to kill you, but he failed. Congratulations on surviving! You may have noticed that we look… quite a bit like you. There’s a perfectly good explanation for all of this—”

“I’m a grimwalker. So are you. I don’t know how you survived, four eyes, but I know what we are.”

“Oh! Good! You know! That makes things a little easier, then!”

Petro tugged against his bonds, straining against stone. “Let me out.”

“Right, well, we’d like to, but we need you to take a deep breath and calm down, first.”

“You really did it.” Caleb stood in the doorway, staring at Petro, “You really reversed it. Why did you tie him up?”

“He’s angry at Phoenix for some reason.”

Petro yanked against the stone bindings. “You’d be angry too if someone replaced you,” he snarled, “I’m going to kill him!”

Sam sighed. “Now, how do you possibly figure that Phoenix is the one who replaced you? He’s just the first grimwalker you’ve seen, you’re guessing.”

“No.” Petro went uncannily still, his lightless eyes locked on Phoenix, still burning with anger that didn’t match his quieted body and voice. “I know him, I know it’s him.”

“How?” Phoenix demanded.

Petro nodded to him. “Your scar.”

Phoenix’s hand flew up to the scar over his right eyebrow. “My scar? Why would you recognize my scar?”

Petro leaned back in the chair, somehow managing to appear nonchalant despite the stone vines holding him in place (though his eyes still burned with that lightless anger). “That’s easy.” His face split into a grin, revealing perfect teeth in his otherwise battered face. “Because I’m the one who gave it to you.”

#toh #the owl house #toh fanfiction #golden guard oc #my ocs #my writing #caleb wittebane #gilded family au

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megalosaurusstudios · 4 months

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I’m redesigning my FNAF AU in Gacha life 2, starting with my boy, Evan Afton/the Crying Child. The Transcript for the description and extras are below the image, but in short he’s a social and kind, but timid and sensitive non-verbal nerdy kid, who is also trans exploring, and survived the bite of 83.

Evan Afton was born on July 23, 1975, as one of the afton twins to William and Clara afton, and he and his twin sister Elizabeth were also the younger siblings of Michael Afton. Evan Afton was born with Autism Spectrum Disorder, which was also shared with his brother, mother and aunt Mary, which led to him being non-verbal, mostly communicating via sign language, pantomiming and pointing, and at first could only produce whimpers, mumbling and babbling at first, which made it difficult at first for anybody to communicate with him. Despite this however, he was a rather social and kind boy, but was also rather timid and sensitive, often crying a lot when under high stress, feeling overwhelmed, something changing to his routine or environment, or when scared or bullied. He was also sometimes brave from time to time, but mostly kept to himself and tried to avoid confrontation, and was also what many could describe as a nerd, developing a special interest in Space and Sci-Fi, Comic Books about superheroes (especially Batman and Spider-Man) and also some things that other kids his age would consider way to childish for his age, more specifically the Fredbear and Friends cartoon, and Fredbear’s family diner, in addition to having many plushies and toys. His wild imagination also led him to hallucinate “imaginary friends” or “nightmares” at night, which took the distorted visage of the characters of his favorite show. He was nearly killed in a prank gone wrong on his birthday in 1983 by his older brother Michael, and although he thankfully survived, it heavily damaged him, leaving him with a disfigured face with a fake eye, some memories lost or fractured that had to be told back to him, and him using stilts to walk at first before he learned to walk again. After this, he became much more social and outgoing, and also learned to speak more thanks to his family and his friends, but was mostly the same as he was before the bite. Though he was unfortunately and tragically killed on June 15th, 1985 by his own father in what would be known as the “missing children’s incident”, which occurred on the birthday of his best friend, Cassidy Hirose, at Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza. He and Cassidy would possess his favorite character, Fredbear, aka Golden Freddy.

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•Evan likes to play with the dolls of his sister, Elizabeth, often playing tea parties with his and her toys, and Liz often joins in on this. Due to the fact most of her friends and most people he gets along with the best are girls, he often thinks about if he’d be better off as a girl then a boy. This also led to him often putting on either his mom’s or sister’s clothes at home and “experimenting” to see if he likes being a girl. With the notable exception of his father, his mom, sister, close friends and even his brother support him on this, and help keep it a secret from others, and William at first until he discovered his youngest son’s habits in 1983 prior to the bite.

•Due to him being rather sensitive, being a nerd who’s into “dumb kiddy stuff”, being slightly chubby and unable to speak, Evan wasn’t very popular at school, though he’d often avoid any confrontation to avoid getting into trouble. His only friends outside of his families were Charlie Emily, Cassidy Hirose, Max and Mia Jones (the Plush Bunny kid and the Toy Girl) and Cindy Hirose (the Pigtail Girl). After the bite however, people didn’t want to mess with him out of respect due to how traumatic the bite incident was, though he would still haft to rely on Cassidy, Elizabeth and/or Cindy protecting him from any bullies. He’d also hang out with Elizabeth and her friend group, which also contained Mia and Charlie.

•Evan really doesn’t like his dad that much, cus William often ignored him and didn’t pay much attention to him, apart from the time he made the Ballora animatronic from a drawing Evan made of his mom, which he liked but didn’t understand why ballora looked so… revealing. He is most close with his caring but protective mom, and aspires to be just like her when he’s older, though it does cause him to be labeled a “mama’s boy”. He gets along very well with his twin sister, Elizabeth, often enjoying playing together with his sister, though he really doesn’t like when/doesn’t understand why Elizabeth makes fun of others and thinks of herself as the best and most pretty. And at first he and Michael (along with Michael’s friends) have a love/hate relationship, with Evan not really liking whenever Mike and his friends (who he considers as surrogate older siblings) tease and scare him for fun with there masks, but appreciates them for standing up for him as well, and whenever they have good natured fun that doesn’t involve him getting scared or teased for being a crybaby or a mama’s boy. After the bite, Michael and his friends were much more careful with Evan and were much, much more careful and kind to him, with Evan greatly appreciated. His best friend is definitely Cassidy, both cus they both love Sci-Fi and Space, and Cassidy often stands up for him and she often beats up anyone who messes with him or their friends, though Cassidy likes to playfully tease his nerdy tendencies, and eventually they developed crushes on each other and got into a cutesy relationship, often mimicking there parents and going on play dates. He gets along well with Charlie, Mia, Max and Cassidy’s sister Cindy, though he doesn’t really like Cindy teasing and making fun of him, and doesn’t really understand why Charlie idolizes Michael, and he and Max try to avoid playing with Charlie and Mia to avoid getting dirty with paint, stickers and/or mud. And he gets along well with Susie and Elizabeth’s friends, though they don’t want to openly be friends with him out of being teased for it, with the exception of Susie after the bite incident.

•the whole “Evan getting locked up in the parts and service room” thing from FNAF4 actually occurred when Charlie died in Christmas of 1982, where Charlie’s bullies locked him, Cassidy, Liz and Charlie’s older brother Sammy in the parts and service room to avoid them intervening with their prank on Charlie. Evan recorded them with a hidden recorder and later confronted the 3 bullies a few days after Charlie was reported dead, and ended up getting the bullies what they’d deserve, though he still feels guilty for Charlie’s death.

•he leads a “Fredbear and Freinds Fan Club” at school, where it’s only him, Liz, Susie, Mia, Jeremy and Fritz, and a few others. And he also has an original superhero he’s named called “the Blue Rattlesnake”, who’s a stand in for himself. He also became a big transformers fan, helped by the fact Cassidy gave him some of her Diaclone toys from Japan back in 1983, and also writes some transformers fanfics, in addition to fanfics of fredbear and freinds and his other favorite IPs. His favorite toy is Large Fredbear Plush toy he had since he was a baby.

#evan afton fnaf #evan afton #crying child fnaf #crying child #five nights at freddys #five nights at Freddy’s AU #fnaf #AU #gacha life 2 #non verbal #autistic headcanon #autistic #trans exploring #afton kids #gacha fnaf #afton family #afton

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depressedloser1001 · 1 month

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Yo!

⚠️Might be stereotypical, but thats how my flow is rn. And is NOT is relation to this world or universe, this is an entire different one, with the same history, but a few changes I've made, with Noah.

MY OC (Noah K.V) (ALSO NOT MY EDIT, U CAN SEE THE WATER MARK. THATS HOW NOAH LOOKS)

Noah K.V

He's half-n-half. Half German and Half Indian. His mom is German, His dad is Indian.

He's the great-great-great grandson of Holy Roman Empire. So basically, German Empire (Prussias son) was blessed with a human girl, even though he was married to a countryhuman (Austria-Hungary) He took her in and raised her and boom, Noah was born (Noah also has a sister, a younger one, but we'll get to her later)

So Noah is an Astrophysicist (Studies the Universe and builds rockets) He is in NASA.

Noahs relations with the German family:

Holy Roman Empire: Great, Great, Great, Grandfather

Prussia and Austrian Empire and Brandenburg: Great grandads

German Empire and Austria-Humgary: Grandads

Third Reich, Weimar republic, Hungary, Austria and Switzerland: Uncles .

Germany, East germany: Cousin brother and sister, respectively

Prabhav Vasudev: Father.

Clara Schneider Vasudev: Mother

Elizabeth Abigail Vasudev: Younger sister.

He speaks: Hindi, Telugu, A bit of German, and some French and Spanish included.

Born in Hyderabad, Telangana, India. So he's South Indian.

His middle name is 'Klein'

Bro is now 24.

His sister is 22.

He spent 10 years in India and 7 years in Germany, after which he went to college in Yale. (IK ITS SO STEREOTYPICAL)

He has a PhD for Astrophysics. Switzerland and Austria are doctors. Austria plays the violin and wears those stringed ass gold glasses and looks old cuz he is, and so does Switzerland (spectacles) but their normal glasses and they wear suits (waist suits in particular) all the time. Third Reich and Weimar are governers who have glasses (spectacles) and wear uniform all the time, Hungary is a lawyer who's chill and drinks often.

Noah is Light-hearted, has PTSD. He loves music and books, he has more fashion sense than the French. He has a good job that pays him 6,00,000 dollars per year. (IM SORRY) And he's single af. He's hot ofc. Bros 6 foot, has black hair, jacked and has tattoos.

Btw he's also half Christian, Half Hindu.

He loves him mom, his mom died and so did his dad, he went to space, His accomplishment: He reach the asteroid belt and almost crossed it.

Switzerland, Austria, Hungary, Germany and Elizabeth are his only living family who He has a close relation w/.

Loves suits.

Is colorblind.

Met the talking planets. (Not Solarballs but more like gods. Ofc, he didn't meet Zeus and all but the planets are portrayed as gods with ancient English. Like Jupiter, he's formal, IS the largest and the one maintains order in the system. Saturn is light hearted and his rings hold love, loss, etc, like that)

Hes happy, but traumatized, he makes the most insulting and creative threats. He loves music, loves books, loves studying. Loves everything and he also has anxiety. Hes sweet but you get on his bad side and 😵.

Deep vouce, gentleman, doesn't bully girls. And also is the most cracky with his friends and that's it. I'll tell yall if there's more.

Right, Bye loves!

#OC #HC #my hands are literally shaking #Solar system (somewhat)#Idc if it's stereotypical stfu #Countryhumans German Family.

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neoruby-loves-ut-aus · 8 months

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First day of the sneaky Princess at Humans and Monsters Academy

James: Little sis and bro, are you ready?

Clara and David: Yes sir!! *talks to each other in minds since they can read minds like their siblings, cousins and their mother Sun and aunt Moon* I wonder who will be our first friend and which teacher we can prank on the fourth day

Sun: I read your minds kids, you might get caught and I don't want your father to be angry again.

Clara: But Mom, you're way more angry than him, nevermind, love you Mom and Dad, we're off to school 😁😁

Dream: Bye kids!!

*At the Academy*

Clara: Hi, I'm Clara! I'm new here!!

Random student: Wait.... isn't she the third daughter of the Guardian of Positivity?!

Another student: You bet and I guess that's her younger brother Prince David.

James: *in mind* Oh boy, here we go 🙁

Almost every boy to Clara: Princess Clara, please date me!!!

Clara: *speechless and confused*

David: Uhh, bro, where's Elys and others?

*then a blonde haired boy with blue eyes comes*

The boy: Hey! Give them some space!!

*the students didn't listen*

*the boy grabs Clara and David and runs to an empty classroom where no one can find them*

The boy: phew, at least they're gone. The name's Ryan Stevenson. It must be annoying to be surrounded by them.*in mind* This girl seems nice and wait...am I falling in love at first sight?!

Clara: Yeah....*in mind* he's kinda hot and kind tho.

David: *reads both of their minds* *in mind* I wouldn't mind her but we're lucky that James isn't here.

Ryan: You're my new classmate I guess because the teacher said so, we're gonna be late.

David: Ok, I'll just ask a random teacher.

*after a few moments when the class was started with the teacher introducing Clara*

Teacher: Students, this is Princess Clara, the third daughter of the Guardian of Positivity, Dream.

Random spoiled student: pfft, as if she thinks she is a princess than what I am.

Teacher: Gloria!! Enough of your self-boasting!! Apologies, your majesty.

Clara: It's okay ma'am, I'll get used to this life and I hope I can get new friends.

Ryan: *in mind* wow, this Princess is really humble as she doesn't mind sitting with common people like us.

*class lessons starts*

*after class when it's break*

Clara: Man it's so boring!!! I hardly slept when the lecture began!!

A kind girl: Yes, well my name's Eva Woods.

Clara: Nice to meet you, Eva.

*Gloria and her gang of spolied kids appear*

Gloria: Well well well, look who's here. The fake 'Princess' along with the weakling.

Clara: HEY!! WATCH YOUR TONE BRAT!! YOU CAN'T INSULT MY NEW FRIEND LIKE THAT!!

Gloria: Oh really? What you're gonna do? Well let's make a deal, meet me at the park after school.

Clara: Deal.

*the gang walks away*

Sofia: Yo!! You must be the new student!! I'm Sofia!

Clara: Hi Sofia! I'm Clara! Btw, who wants to join me now 'cause I brought an entire box of pizza!!

Eva, Ryan and Sofia: HELL YEAH!! LET'S DIVE IN!!

Gloria: *seeing her at a distance* I JUST WANT THAT PIZZA!! HOW CAN SHE BE MORE RICHER THAN ME?!

*after school*

Clara: So, I made friends with two girls named Sofia and Eva and a boy named Ryan.

Hermione: Wow, you made a lot of friends on the first day! Wondering how many friends you would get tomorr-

Gloria: HEY CLARA THE STINKY APE! I BET YOU'RE SCARED TO FIGHT HAHA LOL!

*her gang laughs and teases Clara*

James: *whispers* I think it's time to show them who's boss since we're far away from school.

Clara: Fine brat, you asked for it. *uses yellow magic on Gloria*

Gloria: HEY! WHAT ARE YOU DOING YO MY SOU-

*Clara levitates her and smacks her down to the ground hard in such a way blood did not fall but she can only feel tremendous pain*

One of the spoiled girls: What have done you freak?!

Clara: *summons her yellow fire like powers and threatens to use it on her* this is my final warning, get out.

*the gang flees in fear*

*at home they narrated everything and Sun and Dream were proud of their daughter*

*evening*

Clara: *alone in her room* *sighs*

*mutters* that boy was cute 🥺

James: *in mind* if my sister Clara has a crush on someone, that boy better be nice to her or I'll yeet him.

*meanwhile*

James: And that's how Clara's day went.

Star: uhhhhhh......

Alexander: That's kinda good not gonna lie. Oh someone's trying to flirt with Hermione and she seems uncomfortable.

James: WHO'S WHAT?! *overprotective brother mode on* *teleports away*

Twyla: Well it's kinda nice that she made friends with my original.

Elys: Yeah, welp see you all tomorrow at school.

Alexander: Same, bye!!

Humans and Monsters Academy belongs to @humansandmonstersacademy and @sofiathehooman

Dreamtale frans kids belongs to me

Star Sofia, Twyla Sofia and Dreamlevel belongs to me and @sofiathehooman

Elys belongs to @shayromi

Underlevel belongs to @sofiathehooman

Sun Frisk belongs to me

Dream Sans belongs to @jokublog

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megalo-fnaf-au · 4 months

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#evan afton fnaf #evan afton #crying child fnaf #crying child #afton #afton family #five nights at freddy's #five nights at Freddy’s AU #fnaf #fnaf AU #Gacha fnaf #Gacha life 2 #autistic #non verbal #autistic headcanon #trans exploring #AU

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