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httpdollie · 7 months

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— DEAD TO ME

GOJO SATORU X GN! READER X GUEST

content warning: angst, infidelity, hurt with comfort, distressed gojo men :(, model! reader, ceo! gojo, i didn’t proof read lol

word count: 4k+

part 1.

They were gone. Actually gone. The white haired man’s vision went blurry as he started to cry in the pouring rain. He stood there as you got into the cab, slamming the door and watching it speed off.

He patted down his pockets, looking for his phone before making his sulking walk back to this apartment building. He pulled out his phone and immediately started texting and calling you. He tried and tried, each time he was immediately to voicemail till he could no longer. Leaving him shocked with his mouth wide open when he realized you blocked him. Satoru felt the swiftly leave his lungs, starting to panic more as the elevator took him up to his floor.

He didn’t mean for this to happen. It was only supposed to happen once. It was 6 months ago, you were in Milan for fashion week, he promised It was a fling. Akemi had been his assistant for half a year already, and 2 weeks into her job you had told him you think she might’ve developed a little crush on him. Yeah sure he laughed it off and blushed a little when you told him but after you got a call for work and had to leave, he did think about it a little…

Your personalities were polar opposites. She was younger than you by a couple years, more family than career oriented. She was short, had long brown hair, fair skin with a beauty mark near her eyebrow. She would wear only what he thinks you’d describe as “basic bitch clothes with potential,” which was popularly known as the clean girl aesthetic. Meanwhile you were more mature and alluring compared to her soft and seemingly sweet nature. Unlike her, your style was earthy, flamboyant and unique. Fashion designers themselves have told you how inspired they are from you after shows you’ve walked in. Anytime you’d visit him at work, his own employees would stand around and gawk at you. Sometimes he’d wish you’d give up your job so he can just take care of you.

He didn’t know why he kissed Akemi for the first time when you left. He doesn’t know the reason why he kept sneaking off, lying, tricking you to sleep around with her. At first it was an accident, then it was just a habit. He never thought you’d know, he told himself all the time it was going to end soon, he was going to marry you because unlike her; you were it for him.

He walked through the door to his apartment, eyes swollen. He looked around the room, seeing Akemi, smiling wide as she wore the ring his fiancé, now ex fiancé, threw at him. His eyes wide as he practically stomped his way towards her, pulling the finger off her finger, throwing it across the room.

“Doesn’t it look pretty?”

“Can you take that off… I spent a lot of money on that.” He stood in front of her, voice strained from balling his eyes out, he slipped the ring off her finger and into his pocket. She pouted out her lip at him as he gave her a faint but fake smile.

“Well, they’re gone now, so I can finally have you to myself.” She smirked looking up at him with doe eyes, pulling him closer by the waistband of his sweatpants before getting down on her knees. He put his hand against her shoulder, taking a deep breath while looking down at her. “Just get out please.” He said calmly with a tight lipped expression.

“What?” Her round eyes go wide, brimming with tears.

“I said out! Leave!” He points to the door, watching her quickly get up and run to his room, slamming the door. Silence took up the room, soon she came out huffing and puffing with tears streaming down her face. Guilt once again settled at the bottom of his stomach.

“Fuck you!” She yelled at him. “I thought you loved me!” She cried out as she reached for the door, looking back at him for a response. Gojo stared at her, mouth open to say something before snapping shut. With a blank expression, he told her to close the door on her way out. She huffed before slamming the door shut. The blue-eyed man facepalmed, pulling his phone out of his pocket to call his best friend to unload the his big time fuck up.

You called your mother in the cab, telling her you’d be staying the night with your manager, Shoko. When in reality you were making your way to the nearest bar. You push the tinted glass door, revealing your wet figure to the dim lit room. Jazz music is softly playing in the background as your shoes squeak against the clean floors. The bar was empty, you prayed to yourself that this place wasn’t about to close. You called out, no noise to be heard before the silence was interrupted with the sound of dishes clashing together. You sit on the bar stool, taking your jacket off and placing it on the empty stool next to you. You look at the empty bar, huffing as you rested your face in your hands trying to hold back your tears. Hearing someone walk towards you, standing in front of you, behind the counter of the bar stood a tall man.

“You okay? Have a rough day at work?” The deep voice questioned, looking down at you. You peered up at the blonde man and gave him a weak smile, sniffing a little bit before trying to make yourself more presentable.

“Definitely not at work but you can say it was pretty rough.” You lightly laugh at yourself, trying to hold more tears back.

“Well if that’s the case do you want something strong or something sweet?” he spoke softly like he was concerned.

“Maybe a bit of both but only one drink, can’t be seen in public wasted.” You replied quietly.

“Came to the right bar then, I’m Nanami, I own the place.” He introduced himself. The blonde turned around, grabbing a tall glass, liquor and syrups off the shelf.

“I’m Y/n”

“Oh, I know.”

“You do?” You questioned, eyebrows raised.

“Gojo’s fiancé? He doesn’t shut up about you when he comes here and drinks all my alcohol with his employees.” He replied, while pouring your drink into your glass

“Well, he’s officially my ex fiancé as of today.” You corrected, he turned around giving you a tight lipped smile.

“I’m sorry about that.” He placed the pink drink in front of you.

“I’m not.” You smiled, this time with confidence before looking at the drink. “A cosmopolitan? Love your thinking.” You commented, taking a sip of the drink.

“Of course, cocktails are a personal favourite.” A content smile formed on his face at the compliment. “You can always do better than a man like him, not very respectable in my opinion.”

“Are you supposed to talk about your customers that way?” You said as you laughed, making him join as well.

“Only the ones I don’t like.” He chuckled

“Hope I stay on your good side then.”

Days had gone by without a word from Gojo after his initial call to Geto. Now he stood in front of the man’s apartment, typing in the pin to unlock the door. Geto walked through the usually tidy apartment— now in its fallen stark. He looked at the piled up dishes and crushed beer cans on the floor, mentally preparing himself for the state Satoru would be in. He was crying hysterically when Geto saw him. Gojo wasn’t on to cry much, usually just laughing off his emotions, like it was nothing. Right now, he was a mess.

“I fucked up,” Satoru said in between sobs. Geto made his way to Gojo, pulling him up off the bed by his arm only for him to flop back down.

“Shit isn’t going to get better with you sulking and drinking. Get up.”

“I deserve to die.” He wailed on. “How could I cheat on them?” He muttered to himself. Shoving his already puffy face back into his pillow while he continued crying.

“Quit with the pity party would ya’?” Jerking him up by his arms again, this time with more force. “Sitting at home, crying and sulking isn’t okay? You have to own your shit Satoru, you have a company you need to take care of, I can only do so much redirecting projects and rescheduling clients while you’re gone.” He groaned before adding, “Also Akemi is gone, you should be glad you weren’t there for that mess.”

Gojo rubbed his face; taking a deep breath in, trying to shake the groggy feeling away. “I just miss them. I miss Y/n.” Satoru wept. Refusing to look at his best friend, shameful.

Geto looked at his hunched over friend. Admittedly he wasn’t fond of what his friend did to you. He was the one who introduced the two of you, he had been your friend longer than he could remember, he knew you since he was 4. Because of that, he felt guilty. Guilty, because he’s comforting him and what made him feel more guilty; is that he actually felt bad for him.

Geto instinctively put his hand on his friend's shoulder, patting him in a weird manly attempt of reassurance that he wasn’t used to giving. Telling him about how things will get better with time.

“Fuck me.”

It has been a year and a half since you last saw Gojo Satoru. You stuck to your word and left. Truly left him unlike other people who would’ve rolled over and let themselves forgive someone who betrayed them. You promised yourself happiness. You cut back on work and got a therapist. Talking to someone truly puts into perspective how much healing you really needed from having your trust broken. About 6 months after your breakup, you went on a blind date that your friend had set up… which had gone pretty bad, but you kept your hopes up. You wanted things to happen with someone organically and they did, with Nanami. He closed the bar for the day to take you out to his favourite bakery for beignets and cinnamon rolls, then to a museum and dinner later that night. Kento made you feel alive in a different way, in a way that made you feel secure. The more you were around him, the more you fell in love. Everything about him was purely charming to you

He was a former actor turned jazz bar owner (with 6 different branches). He was honest and open with you, always told you what he means, and came to every single one of your shows and events. He loved it when you’d come by during closing time after you’re done work. You’d order takeout on the way back to his place, cuddling while rewatching your favourite childhood sitcoms. Kento promised to never let you walk alone and that’s what he did.

Your friend Utahime was celebrating her birthday. As a survivor of her alcoholic tendencies during uni, she invited you telling you it’s time to get “white girl wasted.” So of course you indulged her, it was her birthday after all. Only to be told last minute your ex had to come because she works with him. She’d be lying if she said she wanted him there but her dear friend, Geto, asked and she couldn’t risk a fight with Gojo Satoru. Now you were reluctantly getting ready. You were in your walk-in closet, deciding what jewelry to wear. You had your lip tucked between your teeth while you stood there lost in thought. Nanami wraps his arms around your waist from behind, making you jump. You turn back and playfully slap his arm before turning back around, holding his hands that trap you close to him.

“Hi angel, almost ready?” He whispers into your ear before gently kissing your neck, then cheek while you look at yourself in the mirror.

“Mmhm! Just picking out my jewelry, wanna help?” You ask, he nods, letting go of you to reach forward, and looking through the drawers of your jewelry box.

“How about these?” He asked, raising his hand to show you the pair of Vivienne Westwood earrings he’d bought for your birthday.

“Pretty.” You smiled at him, turning back around to pull out the matching necklace, switching the necklace to his hand, taking the earrings in yours. “Can you help me?”

he nods, unclasping the necklace, bringing it in front of your neck, fiddling with the clasp once again, trying to get it on. Once done, he waits for you to slip the backing of your earring on, before he turns you around.

“You sure you wanna go tonight? We can stay here and

Yeah, I can do this.” You say, mostly trying to reassure yourself, which you could tell Kento picked up on. He hummed out an okay, before pulling you closer, placing a slow, sensual kiss on your lips.

“Maybe we should stay home…” You said trailing off, making him laugh at your antics.

“Let’s get going, don’t wanna be late now huh.” He teases you, letting go of you, already making his way out of your closet.

“Wait for me!”

You were greeted at the door by Utahime and her girlfriend, your manager, Shoko. You smile at the both of them, giving them a huge while being welcomed into the booming party. You hand your gift to her, who sets it down on the tables filled with them watching them run back to the door after the doorbell was rung again. Nanami slips his hand that was on the small of your back into your hand, letting you lead him through the party to the food table.

“You hungry? Didn’t eat before you left.” You ask, grabbing a couple sweets off the fancy decorative plates on display with small tongs.

“Yeah, want me to get you a drink.”

“Please?” You look at him with a cheeky smile, he squeezes your hand, and nods saying he’ll be right back. You bit your lip, watching your fine ass man walk away. You turn to continue piling sweets onto the small plate. Only to have Nanami’s favourite type of sweet bun snatched away. You look up and groan.

“Fancy seeing you here.”

“How is it fancy to see me here? I introduced you to Utahime.” You replied shortly. In the last year you’ve seen him about 3 times, in little words, you were pissed at him.

“Aww don’t be like that Y/n, it’s been a while since I saw you.” He defended himself, hands raised

“Who’s fault is that?” You remarked, recalling your unread text messages.

He ignores your question. “Look ‘Toru is gonna be here tonight, he’s gonna want to talk to you.”

“I don’t want to talk to him.” You deadpanned.

“I figured, that’s why I'm telling you now.” He said, resting his hand on your shoulder while he turned to leave. “I’m sorry for not being there for you.” He said shortly, quickly leaving after the words leave his mouth. You stand there somewhat shocked before brushing it off when Nanami comes back with a drink for you.

“None for you?” You question, taking a sip of the fruity drink.

“I’m driving, remember?”

“Oh! Yeah! Sorry, can't believe I forgot!” You said, leaning your head against his shoulder.

An hour or two has gone by, the idea of Gojo being here, unknowingly, had completely left your mind as you danced with your boyfriend. He had his arms around your waist, holding you close before you turned around to kiss him; taking him by surprise. Usually he wasn’t one for pda but nobody here would care and you, and he loved indulging in you. He smiles as he kisses you, breaking apart to comment on how eager you are, only for you to agree. One hand slips from your waist to your neck, tilting your head back to kiss you deeper. Though the room was full to the max, he managed to make you feel like the most important person there.

It had been 18 whole months since Gojo Satoru had talked to you, pure radio silent since you left him in the rain. 547 days and nights without you. If someone told him two years ago that you haven’t even read a single text of his in over a day he’d probably think you were dead… Now he was dead to you. The words alone were like experiencing a corkscrew to the heart. Yet his heart still yearned for you.

You hadn’t seen him, but after you left, he was always seeing you. Billboards, Magazines, videos. You were gone yet it felt like you were taunting him. Every now and then he sees you in public, every time he feels his breath hitch, admiring you from a distance. Even at this party, he felt suffocated by your presence. It’s been almost two years and people still ask if he’s your ex. Today was way worse than most times. It was Utahime’s birthday, though she was a CEO of her own fashion magazine company, the two were on talking terms. He got an invitation via his CFO Geto. He would’ve never thought the coquette, Sandy Liang and Miu Miu inspired fashion fanatic would have such a loud, crazy party.

Gojo pushed his way through the crowd of socialites, looking for the hard liquor Utahime always sought to drink during meetings. He scans the large room, filled with streamers, glitter and confetti. He swore he felt his heart beat slow upon realization. There you were. In the corner of a crowded room, making out with the guy that makes his drinks every friday. Satoru scoffed at the sight, taking a glass shot off a tray, downing it quickly before taking two more as he glared the blonde down.

He had one hand on your waist while the other rested on your face, caressing you gently. He stood there red in the face while he watched you smile in between the kisses you shared. The blonde kissed your forehead before saying something to you he couldn’t hear before walking towards the table Gojo stood at. He quickly made a b-line towards you. As he approached you he watched your eyes go wide, making a pain of guilt flood his body as he neared you. You anxiously slip your hands together, looking around the room, playing with your fingers trying not to make eye contact.

“Hey.”

“What do you want?” You get straight to the point, not wanting to talk any longer than you need to.

“Can we please talk? It's been so long since I saw you last and I just want closure.” Gojo spoke softly, putting his hand on your shoulder with a warm smile. You give him a confused look before brushing his hand off your arm.

“What do you need closure about?

“About how we ended things, look, I just wanna talk.” He said in that familiar pouting voice. It made you sick. “Who’s that guy you were talking with?” He asks you, as if he were jealous, his comfortability and tone being too much for you.

“He’s my boyfriend, and he’s just getting me a drink right now, can you leave me alone?” You raise your eyebrow at him, unamused.

“Yeah after you left me expla-“

“I don’t want to hear it, Gojo. It’s been a year and a half, I got over it and so should you.” You say brushing past him. Walking towards Kento, he hands you your drink before you put it down telling him how you want to leave soon, glancing back at him. Noticing his stare before walking out of his eyesight. He noticed Nanami staring, Gojo glared at him, giving him a smug look walking past him in the same direction you went. Purposefully hitting his shoulder as he walked by; glancing back as if to acknowledge him.

He found you hugging the birthday girl, smiling sweetly at your friend while chatting. He smiled to himself, reminiscing the look on your face. He watched you leave, walking out the door. Gojo passed Utahime, muttering a quick happy birthday to her before following after you. He looked around the street, once he spotted you he jogged toward you, standing in front of you to stop you.

“One chance! Please! Just one.” He pleaded, this time his voice was shaking.

You inhaled slowly, rolling your eyes at the sight. “Fine, talk”

“I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry.” Right now, he looks remorseful; purely full of regret. It was weird how happy the sight made you. It made you feel guilty knowing that you’re happy to see him in distress like you were in.

“I was stupid and selfish. I didn’t know what I wanted, I wasn’t aware of what I really had.” His voice cracked, tears talked down his cheek.

You bit your lip, feeling tears wanted to come up but blink them away, instead watching tears fall down his pale skin.

“Gojo it’s fine, I'm over it. It was a long time ago.” You said exasperated. “I’ve moved on from it. You don’t need to apologize to me, you should go back inside.” You insisted, looking around for Nanami.

“Please, I'd do anything to make this right with you. I love you so much.” You look back at him, scoffing at his words.

“Gojo, I have a boyfriend. I literally just told you about so why are you doing this right now?”

Gojo looked at you wide eyed, more tears rolling down his cheek.

“Please Y/n… I need you.”

“You need me? Are you serious? You expect me to up and leave my boyfriends for the man that cheated on me?” You were met with silence from him. You turn your heel as if to leave, only to turn back to him.

“You’re obsessed, Satoru. You’re the one who hurt me! I don’t owe you an explanation for leaving you, you should just accept it and move on. It’s called letting go!” You exclaimed loudly, meeting the end of your patience. “The entirety of that year, you told me I had nothing to worry about, reassuring me, comforting me when you were just gaslighting me! Do you know how crazy I felt making excuses for you never coming to plans with our friends knowing you were lying to me?” You asked angrily. “I don’t know how long you’ve been fucking her, all that I care about is you being out of my life, forever. I don’t want you anymore and I never needed you. Not like I need him so let me be happy.” You shouted, chest heaving up and down as you tried calming yourself down.

Gojo opened his mouth, about to speak only for you to interject.

“Gojo, I hope the best for you, I truly do, I just hope that your best is nowhere near my happiness.”

Satoru felt his heart once again stop. For the second time tonight he felt frozen and unsure of what to say or do. Tears welled up in his eyes, his hand reaching for yours but stopped after seeing a figure walking up behind you.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry Y/n, I never wanted to hurt you.”

You felt a hand gently rest itself onto your shoulder, you looked back to see your boyfriend, you felt your lip quiver as you looked at him. He opens his arms, pulling you into a side hug, guiding you away from Satoru. You took Nanami’s hand into yours, walking away from Gojo. Kento muttered about how strong you were into your ear, pressing a kiss to the side of your face. He gave your hand a tight squeeze, walking you towards the car, his hand left yours, opening your door. He gives you his hand as you step into the car. Closing the door for you once you’re buckled in. He turns, making eye contact with the white haired man, before smirking at him, giving a small wave.

Kento promised to never let you walk alone and that’s what he did.

#— dolly writes #jjk x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru angst #satoru gojo x reader #gojo satoru imagine #gojou satoru x you #gojou satoru x reader #nanami kento x reader #nanami x reader #nanami kento #nanami kento fluff #jjk angst #gojo satoru x gn reader #nanami kento x gn reader

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artiststarme · 1 year

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Let’s Get Medical!

Ok so I saw a few comments about Steve’s injuries on one of my last fics so let’s speculate! @goodolefashionedloverboi and @absurdityaddiction, thank you for your comments! They really got me thinking lol.

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Steve had some pretty deep wounds to the left and right lumbar regions of the abdomen that were left untreated for at least several days. There are a lot of important organs in this vicinity including the large intestine, small intestine, liver, and stomach, as well as many blood vessels that supply blood to the rest of the body.

Steve should have cleaned the bites immediately to avoid infection or horrific scarring. Usually, wound care would be performed shortly after the injury in which sterilized water, hydrogen peroxide, and betadine would be used to prevent infection. Understandably, he had other things to worry about at the time such as getting out of the alternate dimension that was trying to kill him and his friends. All Steve did was have Nancy apply an improvised bandage from her shirt that was already soaked in lake water and tainted by the Upside Down toxins. It would’ve helped to slow the bleeding by applying necessary pressure but it wouldn’t have helped with infection or scarring.

When he got back to the Rightside Up, he should’ve cleaned them with sterilized water, saline, or hydrogen peroxide but he didn’t. Instead, he went to sleep or something. We know because he was still wearing Nancy’s improvised cloth bandage the next day when they were making plans to go to the War Zone.

He might’ve been able to change his bandages and apply some remedial first aid after the War Zone once he changed his clothes but by then, the infection would’ve had time to set in.

Bats are known to carry a multitude of harmful bacteria and dangerous viruses. Because demobats look so much nastier than the disease-infested cute bats in real life, I have to assume they would have some demented version of some virus (like Rabies) or bacteria (like leptospirosis).

Steve would’ve started experiencing fever, chills, lethargy, and muscle aches within hours of the initial bites but he still went into the Upside Down to kill Vecna. All of the strenuous physical activity likely tore the wounds open over and over again which would cause horrible scarring as well as some chronic pain and inflammation in those areas.

When he got out of the Upside Down, he would’ve gone directly to the hospital for Max, Dustin, and Eddie (we don’t talk about other alternatives). After several days of untreated wounds, blood loss and infection, Steve would be having a truly horrible time.

When his adrenaline crashed, he would’ve collapsed in the hospital with wounds the rest of the Party didn’t think were too serious. They wouldn’t know what to think when the doctors said he could die.

The doctors would have to debride the wounds of dead skin since it wasn’t healing on its own. They would administer strong IV antibiotics and flush his system with saline to try and override the sepsis. Steve would most likely have to have several surgeries to harvest skin tissue from his back and thighs to try and replace the “pound of flesh” that the demobats tore off of him.

He would be fine eventually but he would always have the extensive scarring, both mental and physical, to remember the Upside Down by.

Luckily for him, Eddie definitely would think that the scars looked badass.

#this was supposed to be a paragraph!#I put way too much thought into this lol #stranger things #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #will byers #max mayfield #dustin henderson #speculation #headcanon

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weirdkpopgirl · 1 year

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Starving Yourself | Dream Reaction #6

Reaction: When their gf skips meals

Genre: Angst, slight fluff

Warnings: subtle mention of eating disorders, body image issues, lots of crying (I apologize)

Word Count: 3435k

Author's Note: I've had this subject in the back of my mind for a while now. A few days ago, I just got into it and thankfully finished today. I want to first credit my friend who helped me come up with scenarios for this lol.

Just a little disclaimer, I wanted to say something for those with poor body image. I feel like you hear things like this a lot, and you might read more things like "oh I also struggle too," and "please don't feel bad about yourself." When I was working on this, I did write some of the stories based on experience. So I don't have any right to advise on improving your self-esteem or working to have better eating habits. I'd be a hypocrite if I said those things. All I can say is that I know how what self-hatred is like, and how it can take you down some dark paths.

Please stay strong. I am very sorry for how long this note is 😅

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MARK

His life was going normally, being a workaholic as always. At the same time, he felt more at ease since he was dating you. The other night, you guys went out on a movie date to see the new Black Panther film. It wasn’t until near the end of the movie that he noticed the popcorn you bought was barely touched. But knowing your slight dislike for greasy foods, Mark didn't think too much about it.

After dropping you off, he returned to his dorm. He was met by the Dream members who appeared to have been waiting for him. They watched quietly as their leader removed his shoes and took his jacket off.

“Hyung?” Jisung asked cautiously.

“Yeah? What’s up?” The Dreamies exchanged looks with each other that he couldn’t quite read. Was it uncertainty?

“I don’t think he knows,” Chenle murmured, causing Mark’s brows to furrow in confusion.

“Know what?”

Chenle glanced at his hyung, and back toward the members beside him. But he was going to tell Mark the truth no matter what.

“That (Y/n) collapsed at her university last week.”

Mark stepped back, clearly shocked by this news. “What? Why?!”

“Apparently she wasn’t eating much,” answered Jaemin.

“She’s your girlfriend. Didn’t you notice something was off?” Haechan’s voice raised slightly. As one of your good friends, the singer couldn’t help but show his irritation. He knew Mark had been so caught up in work recently. But you’ve been struggling for a long time now.

Now in distress, Mark ran a hand through his hair as he searched his memory for anything he might’ve missed. He paused for a moment, remembering the popcorn from earlier. Then he was dashing back out the door, despite it starting to rain.

That was how you heard the sound of your doorbell ringing close to midnight. Luckily you were awake, but you were surprised to see Mark soaking wet. He also looked as if he was about to cry any second.

Despite your befuddlement, you pulled the man inside so he could change into some dry clothes. Mark would bring up to you what the guys told him earlier. At that moment, you began to regret hiding your problems from your boyfriend. You’ve never seen him so worried before.

You spent the rest of the evening—or morning cuddling in bed. Mark kept repeating how much he loved you and apologized for making you feel like you couldn’t come to him. All he sincerely wished for was for you to be happy and healthy. He wasn't going to allow another incident to happen.

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RENJUN

You had spent nearly an hour getting ready to meet up with Renjun’s parents. Seeing them was the first thing on your list for a weekend trip to your boyfriend’s hometown. It’s been nearly a year since you last met his parents, which made you more nervous than usual.

Renjun’s eyes lit up when you finally came out of the bathroom. He instantly recognized the white blouse with a dark blue floral print and the matching blue skirt you were wearing. It was the outfit he bought you not too long ago.

“Wow, you look so pretty!” He exhaled. There was no hiding how taken away he was with you.

Even though you didn’t agree with his compliment, you thanked him shyly. Renjun noticed something wasn’t quite right pretty fast. The previous times you were about to meet his parents didn’t feel like this. But he couldn’t pinpoint why things felt strange with you.

Deciding to not dwindle on it, you guys left the hotel to meet up with Renjun’s parents at a restaurant. His mother quickly stood up when she spotted you two coming in. While she happily hugged her son, you exchanged greetings with his father.

“It’s so nice to see you again, (Y/n),” Mr. Huang smiled warmly.

You bowed your head politely, “Thank you. I’m sorry it’s been so long.”

Mrs. Huang pulled away from her son to get a better look at you. Her eyes filled with slight concern, and she took your hands. “My Dear, you’ve gotten skinnier!”

That's what it was. Renjun now knew what he was wondering about earlier. Preoccupied with carrying on a conversation with his mom and dad, you didn’t notice how he observed you throughout dinner. He waited until you guys came back to your hotel room to confront you.

“(Y/n), are you okay?”

Your body tensed slightly at his question. “Of course I am. What makes you ask that?”

“It’s just—you’ve become so thin lately. Also, you barely ate anything tonight, and you love Chinese food,” He pointed out. “Sweetheart, what’s going on?”

Honestly, you felt like you’ve been playing a game over the past few weeks. Wondering how long you could hide your unhealthy eating habits from Renjun. Of course, it didn’t take him very long.

Your eyes dropped to the floor. “Nothing—I just haven’t been hungry recently.”

“(Y/n)-ah, please don’t lie. You have to eat,” Renjun chastised.

He walked over to your side and lifted your chin with the tips of his fingers. “Now I know why you’ve been so tired lately. If you keep this up, you can faint or something worse might happen.”

“I’m sorry. I guess, I just wanted to look my best for you and your parents,” You admitted, after a short pause.

In return, Renjun pressed his lips against your forehead. “For the record, my parents love you, and so do I. You don’t need to change anything about yourself. Especially if your health is at risk.”

You melted into his touch, and let yourself sink into his embrace. Renjun was always there to reassure you that you were more than enough for him.

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JENO

Jeno and you were a newer couple, after having met through mutual friends at university. His major was computer programming, while you studied creative writing. So your schedules were different, but you did share one class.

Your boyfriend was the one to convince you to take dance. Honestly, you were a little reluctant at first. But you ended up signing up for the class to spend more time with him. Since Jeno was more athletic, dancing was a lot easier for him. You…not so much. It was still fun, despite the increasing levels of anxiety the class gave you every week.

One afternoon, you met up after both of your classes finished. That’s when he asked to eat lunch together later. Yeah, a typical thing for a just-got-into-a-relationship boyfriend.

You agreed to his sweet offer. But you didn’t think when you jokingly added that it felt weird since you usually ate one meal a day. Jeno turned to you in astonishment.

“Eo? Only once?!”

Confused by his reaction, you slowly nodded. “Yeah…”

He stopped walking and moved his hand to your shoulder.

“(Y/n)-ah, that isn’t healthy,” He lightly scolded.

But you quickly brushed off his concern for your eating habits. You took his hand and dragged him to the school’s dance studio. “It’s not a big deal, Jeno-ssi. We better hurry, class starts soon.”

In spite of Jeno being slightly wary, you seemed to be learning the new dance routine fairly smoothly. That was until you were changing formations and you started to become dizzy. Huffing quietly, you shook your head to dismiss the slow onset of a headache and kept up with the next moves. This feeling was something you were used to whenever you did any intense physical activity.

However, things were different when the room suddenly began to spin. Your legs were the first to give out, shortly after. Wincing, you pressed your knuckles against your forehead. Gasps and words you couldn’t process only irritated you more. Fortunately, Jeno rushed to pick you up off the ground and carried you to the health office.

The nurse checked up on you after getting settled. “Did you eat anything today?” She asked.

Jeno couldn’t hide a scoff when you told the woman you had. He frowned when the nurse advised you to rest. Once she left, Jeno allowed himself to sigh.

“(Y/n), you need to eat more.”

“I-I think I just need rest,” You contradicted him.

The boy crossed his arms in persistence. “How can you rest when you have a headache because you don’t eat three meals a day?”

His tone softened a bit when he realized how fatigued you were. Lecturing wasn’t going to help you in this state. With another sigh, he made his way to the chair you were sitting in.

“Rest for now,” He said gently. “I’ll bring you something to eat.”

Jeno petted your head and pecked you on the lips before dashing out of the room. You waited anxiously for about 15 minutes before your boyfriend came back with assorted types of kimbap. He must’ve bought some from the nearby stand owned by a halmeoni.

You almost cried when he opened the wrapper and fed you. For the first time, someone showed you that they cared. Though you were both early in the relationship, you couldn’t stop yourself from falling deeper for Lee Jeno. Most likely, love.

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HAECHAN

Due to upcoming exams, you and Haechan spent your Saturday afternoon in the library preparing. Studying on a weekend may not be an ideal date in Haechan’s opinion. At the same time, he knew how stressed you got when exam season came around. But that didn’t stop him from complaining now and then.

“Aish, I missed breakfast because Jaemin was taking too long,” Haechan groaned.

He pouted when he received no response from you. His salty mood prevented him from getting anything done. On the other hand, you were ultra-focused on finishing up an essay for one of your English classes. However, you snapped out of your zone by Haechan’s hand tapping on the corner of your laptop.

“Are you hungry too? Did you have breakfast?”

Almost instinctively, you replied to his question with a simple “no.” You shook your head when he asked if your roommate was also running late this morning.

“I just forgot,” You said absentmindedly.

He watched your eyes flicker back to the computer screen in front of you. It kind of seemed like you wanted to end the conversation quickly. But you couldn’t escape your boyfriend that easily.

Then he asked, “How do you forget to eat breakfast?”

The cool expression on your face slowly faded, as you stopped to think for a moment. Lately, finals haven't only been your source of stress. This past month was spent traveling back and forth between Seoul and Pohang to take care of your sick mother. On top of that, you were balancing school life and hiding your problems from everyone. You guessed self-neglect was a result of all that.

Haechan noticed your sudden change and instantly became worried when tears formed in your eyes. He proceeded to reach his hand across the table to take yours.

“(Y/n), is everything okay?”

You promptly clasped your opposite hand over your mouth to muffle your sobs. At least you still had half the mind to cry quietly, remembering you were at a library. Usually, you were the last person to have an emotional outburst. But Haechan’s question made you realize how not okay you were.

Fortunately, your boyfriend was quick to act and rushed to your side. His arms wrapped around your shoulders, holding you in a tight embrace that would hopefully calm you down.

A few minutes later, Haechan closed your laptop. “Okay, you’re going to stop thinking about school for the rest of the day.”

“Hyuck…” You wanted to argue, though you knew he was already standing up and packing your things away.

“You can tell me what’s been bothering you over lunch,” He added, “Does jjamppong sound okay?”

Haechan had no idea what was causing you to break down, or why you weren’t taking care of yourself. But getting you to eat was his priority, and he started by recommending your favorite dish.

Since then, he’s become a lot more protective and gone out of his way to take care of you more. Whenever he was down, you were always there to support him. So that’s what he was going to do for you.

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JAEMIN

The first thing he did after getting out of bed was to look for you. He was a little sulky that you didn’t get to wake up together. Especially since he hasn’t seen you in one month and two weeks. Jaemin loved his job, but he hated how it also brought this distance in between you two. What made him feel worse was how you never complained. Not even this time, when he showed up at your apartment at one a.m. Instead of scolding him for coming over at such a crazy hour or for walking to your place in the cold, you simply led him into your room to get some much-needed sleep.

Luckily, it didn’t take long for Jaemin to find you. He was greeted by one of his favorite aromas when entering the kitchen. And there you were at the counter, carefully pouring a pot of steaming dark liquid into a blue mug. Watching you he realized you had gotten up early to make coffee for him.

As his heart swelled with a dozen emotions, he walked up to stand behind you. Barely startled by his presence, you merely glanced upward to see the tired grin on his face.

“Did you sleep well?” He responded with a delicate kiss on your exposed neck.

His arms circled your waist, gently pulling your back to meet his chest. It was then, did he notice how his girlfriend’s waist was practically nonexistent, or in other words, thin. Thinner than usual and definitely not healthy.

Jaemin’s smile contorted into a look of concern. Slightly pulling away, he turned to you.

“Jagiya, have you been eating well?” His tone was soft, despite his deep voice.

Automatically, you could tell your boyfriend wasn’t speaking in a casual small talk way. Nonetheless, you pretended not to be fazed.

“I’ve been on a diet…” You set the coffee mug down.

He frowned. “What kind, if you don’t mind me asking?”

You cursed in your head, as you hurriedly made up a lie.

“A low-carb diet,” You tried your best to sound assertive.

“A low-carb diet or a no-carb diet?”

You froze in place when you noticed the hint of anger in the last part of his question. Jaemin slowly turned you around to face him. “(Y/n), be honest. Have you been eating well?”

Several seconds of silence passed by, as you couldn’t even look him in the eye.

“No.” There was a catch in your throat, as your lips quivered.

Jaemin brought you back into his embrace when you began to cry. His chin rested on the top of your head, as your tears soaked his shirt. His heart broke at the sound of your sobs. All he could do was press kisses into your hair, and pat your back.

You sniffed, “I just…I just see pictures of us, and I hate how I look when you’re so perfect.”

“(Y/n)-ah…”

“I know it sounds stupid. But I want to be a girlfriend who is also beautiful.”

Jaemin cupped the right side of your face and sighed, “(Y/n)-ah, you’ve always been beautiful to me. You don’t need to lose weight or do anything else to prove that.”

As comforting as his words were, Jaemin knew that it would take more than that to make you feel better. From then on, he didn’t miss a chance to shower you with compliments and affection. He loved you and had no problem making sure you believed that.

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CHENLE

You were currently on opposite sides of the room. Chenle was watching Instagram videos on his phone, and you were writing the next chapter to a story you started a while ago. This was agreeably considered hanging out with each other. Doing your own thing until someone broke the silence. And this time, it was Chenle.

His stomach growling did not go ignored by him. Naturally, he pulled up a delivery food app. He then paused and looked over to you who was typing away on your computer.

“(Y/n)-ahhh, I’m ordering food. What do you want?”

“I don’t know,” You replied, without looking up.

Chenle sat up in his spot on the couch. “Do you want tteokbokki?”

“Um, I’m not in the mood for tteokbokki.” He saw your head shake behind the computer.

“Jokbal?”

“Haechan will be upset if we eat that without him.”

“How about tonkatsu?”

“Eh…”

“Okay, what about-”

Losing concentration, you shut your laptop in frustration. “I’m not hungry! Just order something for yourself.”

“I want to eat with you though,” He whined. You closed your eyes for a moment and sighed before starting to speak again.

“But—”

“No buts. You’re going to come here and help me choose something.”

Just as you opened your mouth to protest, Chenle already decided he had enough. He lifted you from your chair which earned him an “are you crazy?” look. Then he brought you to where he was previously sitting. While doing so, he noticed that you were very light.

“How are you not hungry?” Chenle asked. “Your stomach is practically crying out to me.”

You wrapped your arms around your waist self-consciously. “You’re exaggerating, Chenle.”

Even though you made it sound like not a big deal, Chenle had a feeling there was an underlying problem here. He knew that you had a small appetite, but having no desire to eat was separate. For someone who was such a big foodie, the idea of his girlfriend starving herself worried him.

“We haven’t had a meal together in so long,” Chenle pretended to sulk. “But if you really don’t want to eat, I won’t force you.”

Ugh, you just couldn’t resist the rare look of sadness on the boy’s face. He knew you hated to be guilty.

So with a sigh, you slowly made a new suggestion. “Actually…maybe we can get tteokbokki. Can we just share the bowl?”

As if he wasn’t moping a second ago, Chenle smiled and wrapped his arm around your shoulders. “Of course. Anything for you, Cutie.”

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JISUNG

He sat patiently in the lobby, waiting for you who was at a doctor's appointment. You insisted this was nothing but a normal check-up. But that didn’t stop Jisung from accompanying you. He stood up in slight surprise when you came out earlier than expected.

“(Y/n)-ah! You’re done?” You bobbed your head and grabbed his hand with a small smile.

Jisung noticed you were being quieter than usual during the drive to your place. But he thought you might be tired from a long day of classes before having to visit the doctor’s office. You’d probably feel better when you got back home.

Once you guys arrived, Jisung was left alone when you went to change into more comfortable clothes. As he plopped down on your small couch, his eyes darted to the medical papers you had previously left on the coffee table. Out of habit, Jisung picked up the papers to organize them.

However, your recorded weight on the first page caught him off guard. His eyes widened in horror at the number. He knew you were small, especially compared to his size. But he didn’t think you were underweight to the point that it was dangerous. This must’ve been why you barely said anything earlier.

Tears flooded his eyes in an instant when he saw you walk out of the room. Suddenly confused as to why your boyfriend was crying, your lips parted to ask what was wrong. Then you spotted the slightly crumpled papers in his hands.

“Jisung—I can explain,” You spoke calmly, in an attempt to keep your voice stable.

Jisung looked at you in despair. “Is this why I haven’t seen you eat lately? Or how you don’t want to go shopping together anymore?”

Your confirmed silence made him feel worse. Regardless he rushed up to hug you, engulfing your small frame into his taller figure. The two of you stayed in that position for a long time. Your fingers stroked his back as you also tried to calm him down. You made sure to reassure him that you knew you had a problem and were going to try to build better eating habits. Jisung would offer any support he could give you.

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Shdjfkj loving all of the monter fucker darling asks lmao 💟

would seeing emmet in a more natural state affect darling mentally? maybe experience some of that eldritch madness™ but it mixes with horny to create a sucker-for-love style obession with seeing the pretty winged monster thing again so they can fuck it? it might start off with the 'monster' constantly being on darlings mind, which makes the twins very happy. but it evolves into them skipping meals in favor of trying to research any myths, rumors, anything they can find and losing sleep as they sneak around the subway at night, which makes the twins less happy.

darling can't help themsleves tho. after all, it's them!!! the pretty monster that the pretty feather came from. they have to see it again. no matter the cost. of course, everytime darling tries hijinx ensue and alas our eldritch abominations have been cock-blocked again

but at the same time, i imagine darling might try to distance themselves from ingo and emmet at work because 'how would my bosses that are very keen on my safety react to me trespassing at night just to sleep with some monsters?'

-applesauce anon

Aight so- I've been absent from posting about the Eldritch boys for a bit longer than a *hot* minute, and I'm fixing that. That said, this answer will be in two or more parts- Because it was getting excessively long. Like I mean, *excessively* long. The first time I wrote this, before my pc died, it was at ~15k words- Currently this one is sitting at ~8k?? But I am splitting it up just so I start posting again lol That said, I really hope you enjoy Apple! I'm sorry about my absence, I've missed writing a lot! This is a redo partly of the Darling meeting Eldritch Emmet in the first place- With more. And an aftermath, for the time being. Tags: Eldritch Submas AU, Little Angst, Multi-Part Pain, Very Long

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“It’s really such a shame,” You began, shouting into the darkness of the unending tunnels of the Subway, partially to distract yourself from the terrifying noises echoing through the concrete hallways and partially to, hopefully, attract whatever “monster” was lurking down here. “That I haven’t seen any beautiful, scary, monsters down here yet!”

You half-believed the rumors, and yet, half-didn’t. Agent Cameron had been the one to mention it first to you, prankster that he was- Perhaps he was going to try to frighten you? That would be silly. At this point you’d be frightening him, with your declarations of half-begging the monster to come fuck you and steal you away like some valuable prize-

Still though. Cameron didn’t seem to have been lying when you’d overheard him and some of the other agents of your work discussing the rumor- Not to mention, you yourself had noticed how… there was always an odd feeling hanging about the air of Gear Station. And especially in the tunnels. You assumed it must’ve been due to the sounds of trains running- Heavy machinery in the distance, always out of sight, your mind playing tricks on you to ascribe some meaning to the clanking of gears and grinding of chains- Turning them into the heavy footsteps of clawed feet and growls of some feral beast-

But still.

There might’ve been a chance, you know? “I sure hope no beautiful, huge, magnificent monster shows up after alllll this time I’ve spent down here,” You shouted again- “That would REALLY be a shame! Especially if it tried to pry off all these loose fitting clothes I’m wearing and bend me over and fuck me stupid, that would be TERRIBLE-”

So stupid. Cameron would be begging you to stop any second now-

And then you heard it.

A clicking.

Of something tapping against a concrete wall.

Your words faltered as you noticed the sound- Certainly louder than a Galvantula prowling the tunnels, you thought- And suddenly a whirlwind blur of light and feathers descended upon you, pinning you to the ground of the annex tunnel as strange, soft- Claws? Dug into your arms gently. The air was knocked out of you, your eyes tearing up from straining as they tried to adjust to the light- The blurry form of whatever was holding you down slowly coming into focus. And you gasped. “Would that realllllly be such a shame?” Asked the thing in a whining tone- a hollow smile on it’s strange, mask-like face.

You were too enraptured to reply, hardly noticing it’s words- The creature holding you down was no pokemon, nor human- Something strange and foreign yet painfully familiar, though you couldn’t recall ever having seen something like this- This entity before you-

It’s body was humanoid, though it’s chest was covered in soft, silky, white down that shimmered and shined and wavered- Emerging from it’s backside was an indescribable amount of wings, some with long, lacy feathers that drooped and undulated- Moving less like feathers and more like- tendrils of some sea creature. Other wings were more like a bird’s- Or an angel's. Fluttering and folding around the monstrous entity holding you down. It’s legs were equally feathered, ending in strange, shifting claws that hurt to focus on- Your eyes drifted back up, looking into it’s face.

Hollow, black eyes stared back at you from the mask-like covering on it’s face. A strange, ephemeral light shining out of them, darting around at you like irises of eyes- Peculiar, glowing eyes that they would be, if they were. Behind it’s head was a radiant halo, flaring with light and strange symbols arching over it’s silvery… hair. The horns on the side of it’s head looked strange, and familiar in a different way- And the hollow mouth carved into it’s smooth, white face was held open in a perpetual grin. It brought a claw over to your face, gently touching you as you looked up at it dreamily. The light emitting from it’s form was beautiful and wonderful to behold-

And you couldn’t look away.

Your eyes took in the light, far brighter than the darkness of the tunnel- And a feeling overtook you as though the whole of the world were blotted away in darkness, as your vision was more and more consumed by the radiance-

You couldn’t look away.

“…My darling?” “-Pretty darling-” “Lovely-?” “Your eyes are so verrry pretty like this-” "Sparkling with such wonderful light-"

Your attention gradually shifted to the words it was trying to speak to you- The whispering cacophony of voices in your ear was curious, sounding like one single voice speaking over itself, over and over and over- Terribly difficult to focus on, but you could make out shapes of eyes and mouth-things opening and closing around the head of the creature, and- Across it’s body.

But now that you’d taken in it’s appearance, your thoughts were racing.

There really was a monster of Gear Station.

A beautiful creature, white and sparkling and dazzling and more beautiful than anything you’d ever seen- Everything about it soft and silky, strangely dazzling- It’s claws, it’s body, it’s wings, it’s voices- Smooth and soft and- More desirable than anything you’d ever seen or felt before.

And the monster seemed to be responding to your flirtations…? Calling you darling, pretty, lovely-

Oh sweet Sinnoh above, you thought- A monster. A real, living, breathing monster! And it seemed- It seemed to like you-?

You reached your free hand upwards, trying to touch it’s face. And the strange hollow eyes on it’s mask closed blearily as it leaned into your touch, a trickle of a silver fluid drooling out of it’s mouth as a large, silvery tongue flecked out to catch it- Splitting into several tendrils as they retreated into the darkness of it’s smiling maw. Your eyes strained as you looked up at it’s head, your vision blurring against the harsh light-

You were about to speak, and the monster was too-

When suddenly something shadowy emerged behind it, grabbing the creature forcefully and pulling it away with a sharp whine.

“No, no no no! Wait, come back!” You cried, bolting upright- The tunnel was impossibly dark as your eyes tried to readjust to the low, almost non-existent light of the annex hall- “I wasn’t being serious when I said that it’d be a shame, Please, come back!” You cried out into the darkness, reaching for your lamp- Had something taken the monster, or had it pulled itself away for some reason-? Either way, you were upset. It had been beautiful. It had been so gentle, aside from- Well, knocking you over. It's eagerness- Yeah, sure, that's what it was- Was adorable.

“Let me go, let me go- Brother-!” Kudari thrashed against the heavy, thick shadows binding him and blocking out his light- “Darling wanted me- How dare you! I was going to kiss them, touch them-! I want Darling!” Ingo looked up at his younger brother, a sad, pitiful look on his face. How innocent he could be sometimes. “Brother-” He bound his brother as he settled back into a more human form- Still adorned with horns and claws and extraneous limbs and wings, but his body and face were certainly that of Station Master Emmet’s- “Brother, stop thrashing-” “No! Let me go! Darling wanted me-!” “I said stop-” "No! Now let go!" And suddenly, there was a loud click- And the two were illuminated by the brilliant light of a rail lamp. Your rail lamp. Shining down on Subway Boss Ingo restraining the half-shifted form of Subway Boss Emmet, staring up at you in shock with several more eyes on his face than a human should have, wings and feathers retracting and halting.

Emmet’s mouth hung open in terror, ready to begin explaining away what was happening- Ingo looked at you nervously. You weren’t reacting-? When-

Click. You turned the lamp off.

Click. You turned it on again. Click. You turned it off. Again.

Emmet looked up at you. Standing there blankly in the annex tunnel, flicking your lamp on and off. He turned his gaze to his brother, who was staring at you as well- His mouth shut tightly, and his eyes clearly pained. What-

“Darn thing had to go out, of course-” You mumbled to yourself.

And you grabbed at the side of the tunnel with your unlit lamp, trying to feel your way along the side.

Emmet’s voice failed him- And he ceased all his struggles against his brother’s grip, even though Ingo was no longer holding him tightly. Both were staring at you, a terribly sick feeling sinking deep into their hearts. Emmet collapsed to the ground, the permanent smile on his face completely gone; Replaced with a terrible heartache

No. No. No no no no-! Not you, he didn’t-

A small, delicate light appeared in front of you- reflecting back the glassy haze over your eyes that would not- could not- focus on.

No. No. No. No. Not his darling- Not his precious, beloved, little darling-! Not again, not again- “He-Hello?” You nervously asked to the darkness- It was taking very long for your eyes to readjust, wasn’t it? There should’ve been lights in the annex tunnels for you to see anyway… But the sound of something sobbing distracted you.

“M-Mister monster?” You called out into the darkness- Was that what you were hearing-?

With Emmet barely two feet in front of you, a soft light emanating from him- Illuminating you, illuminating the tunnel, and the growing shadows beside him. Not that you could see him-

You’d been blinded. Completely and utterly blinded.

Emmet kicked off of the ground, away from his brother. Levitating. He held his mouth as he choked back sobs, trying not to be heard by you- “I- I’m so sorry-” He stuttered out, the voice of your beloved boss covered by the chorus that answered you instead- Before he turned and fled from your presence. He couldn’t bear it- He’d hurt you, he’d hurt you so horribly-

“Wait, no! Come back!” You cried after the monster- Why was it fleeing- It said it was sorry? For what?

Ingo stood next to you, watching you painfully. He couldn’t blame his brother, nor admonish him for his foolish actions; There was nothing to say, not now that you were like this. Ingo’s shadows licked at the edge of wall he stood next to- as they shifted, the wall beneath it crumbled, ceasing to exist.

You blindly stumbled ahead, trying to feel for anything familiar. Ingo moved away from you apprehensively.

It was terrible to watch you like this, yet he knew he could not leave you be. Emmet would not have left either, but- Ingo understood. He understood it painfully well. They loved the lie of pretending to be mortal. They loved the lie of being your bosses, of being human-

Hurting you was the last thing the demons wanted to do. It was one of the worst things they could think to do. You were lucky, this time, to have avoided the pain, the burning- And the madness. And seeing you like this- Your eyes glassed over, unseeing-

Was a painful, harsh reminder of the truth they so ardently hated. You were a mortal human, flesh and blood and made in the image of the Creator Deity of this realm- As humans were. As all mortal creatures were-

What were they?

Things.

Aberrations, not meant to exist- And yet-

Here they were.

Bound by strange laws, strange knowledge, and stranger powers, antithetical to the nature of creation, yet inseparable from it. They were poison to your being, no matter how much they desired otherwise- Even if you were the panacea to the pain of their empty, empty hearts.

“I am- terribly sorry for having to do this.”

You flinched and shouted at the deep, thunderous voice rumbling directly in front of you. It was not like the delicate voice you heard from the beautiful glowing monster, but equally as beautiful. Could- Could it be, you thought-?

“Who- Are you another monster?” You weakly asked, trembling- The fact you couldn’t see this one made you grow strangely terrified-

“...Yes.”

“A-Alright. What was that you just said a second ago?” You asked, reaching a hand out into the darkness- It was becoming strange. Why couldn’t you see the lights of the annex tunnel at least? Surely they hadn’t gone out when the monster appeared- “I’m sorry if I’m acting kind of strange, I- I uh, can’t see.”

“I know. The other one is sorry. I am too.”

“Wh… What?”

“It is our fault. I tried to pull him away. His light hurt you. We are sorry, little Darling.”

“You mean, I can’t see because of that monster?”

“...Yes.”

It’s words dripped with ache and sadness- The deep voice quivering as it answered softly, and achingly.

You felt a strange, smooth, shifting and liquidous thing- caressing the edge of your face, shaped like a human hand, almost-

“This will not hurt. I am sorry that this happened to you.”

“Wait, wait- What won’t-?”

But without another word, you felt something- squishy, smooth, cold- wrap around your face- Muffling your voice. You felt your eyes forced shut- And a feeling like you were falling, and then-

You opened your eyes to find yourself standing- Or rather, stumbling- In the Gear Station lobby.

“Good GODS ABOVE-”

You heard a familiar voice behind you half scream, and half-squeal. Wheeling around, who else could it have been but-

Depot Agent Cameron, collapsed into a heap on the floor of what he had known to be a completely deserted Gear Station lobby, only to suddenly see you behind him.

“Oh! Uh, Hello- Agent Cameron, Sir.” You cheerily answered, brushing yourself off- Somehow your outfit was back on you- Something the monster had done-?

“How-did-you-get-there-you-fucking-terrified-me-you-got-damn-”

As much as Cameron loved to scare others, he was terrible with frights himself- And it took a fair while to calm him down, especially with your own confusion- What excuse could you cook up for how you snuck up behind him in an entirely empty lobby, after hours at Gear Station?

“Well, you see… I was handling some uhh, extra… paperwork… the uh, Station Masters asked me to deal with- And uh, time just got away from me! I was trying to sneak out quietly, I didn’t mean to frighten you.”

Having calmed down, Cameron stared at you- Feeling a terrible smirk trying to creep it's way onto his face. While it was extremely tempting to mess with you- The Station Masters would probably be angry, or worse, your excuse probably had something to do with them, didn’t it…?

“And what are you two doing here so late?”

Oh no-

And from behind you, Station Master Ingo walked up rather briskly- His heavy coat swishing behind him, heels clicking against the elegant marble flooring of the station-

Cameron saluted quickly. “Station Master, Sir! I was just- finishing the cleaning that had to be taken care of tonight, and they were just about to head out, Sir!”

You looked up at your boss nervously. You didn’t actually have a reason to be here this late, and Ingo would know that.

“Agent…” He began- That awful growl in his voice, reminding you of that monster- You were in for it now, weren’t you? Prowling around Gear Station was something both Ingo and Emmet despised, no matter who was doing it. They were almost always calm, but- When dealing with hooligans or delinquents or journalists or any other nosy people poking about where they were not wanted- Trying to break into the access vents or tunnels or wandering the Employees-only areas of Gear Station…

They became terrifyingly angry. Dragging people out by the scruff of their necks and chucking them across the Gear Station lobby like dolls, and then banning them from the Unovan Transit Lines entirely… You would shudder at the memories if you thought of them, and you were trying not to. How would Ingo react to you having been wandering around the station so late at night…? You were a Depot Agent, and you were in the lobby… Hopefully they hadn’t noticed anything… Strange…?

The Station Master looked you up and down, before grabbing your cap, adjusting it on your head. “It’s rather late, Agent. Be safe heading home.” He added quickly, turning away. “Continue your work, Agent Cameron- If you’re not done by midnight, you’ll be cleaning the entirety of the lobby during your morning shift, is that understood?”

“A-Absolutely, Boss!” He grabbed at the mop he was holding as your boss walked away- Sighing heavily. You turned your attention back to your unfortunate coworker. What exactly was he cleaning up? Some weird black stain of something. Whatever it was, it looked foul, though it didn’t seem to smell like anything…?

“You weren’t here when it was stinking to high heaven. I’ve been scrubbing for the past hour.” Cameron bemoaned. Judging by the way he was cracking his back, he wasn’t lying, either.

“Where’s everyone else then? Shouldn’t you have someone to help you?”

Cameron propped himself up on the mop, leaning over sheepishly. “I… may or may not be responsible for this uh, mess.”

You blinked in realization. “Oh… Wait, don’t you have a Muk?”

“Skunktank, actually- But yes. Foul stuff.”

“Ah. Well- Would you like some help?” You offered, coming closer-

“ABSOLUTELY NOT!” He screamed- Suddenly blocking your approach to the mess on the floor. “Er- You’re done your shift, aren’t you? You should get some rest! Head home! Relax! I’m good. Besides, Jackie will be annoyed if I make you do my work, haha- I’m almost done, anyway!”

Poor Cameron, in actuality, was not dealing with a Skunktank’s mess on the floor, but rather the remains of some lower worm that had crawled through a tear in the tunnels. It was his fault it’d managed to crawl through- And he was quite lucky to have his punishment only be cleaning up the physical remains it had left in the lobby after Lord Nobori had been nice enough to snap his fingers and cause the creature to explode, unfortunately all over the pretty marble flooring of the lobby. He absolutely could not allow you to come in contact with this thing. He was technically not a human- But you were. He did not need you to get any of this foul goop on you and explain to his Oh-so-very noble lords why you would be writhing in agony and turning into soup on the floor. Absolutely not.

Well, you thought- If he was so insistent, then nothing was to be done. You bid him good night, and headed out.

But the moment you stepped out of Gear Station, into the quiet cool of the night-

Why had you been at Gear Station so late? You wondered.

You- You’d been wandering the tunnels, looking for something…

But what?

Whatever it’d been was gone from your mind, and you couldn’t recollect it.

You were still walking back to your apartment- Gently rubbing your head with increasing frequency. Why did you have such an awful headache? It was truly terrible- The street lights above you hummed- The harsh glare that radiated from the overhead lamps certainly didn’t help your headache. You shook your head again, stepping into the dimmed lights of the halls of your apartment complex.

And a masked figure watched you enter- From far away, of course- His clawed hands dug curiously into the side of the stone building he was resting against, hollow eyes watching you enter into your abode.

There was no longer a mouth upon his mask- And a curious fluid- dark yet light yet red yet silver- dripped from the blackened eye-holes through which no eyes could be seen.

Nobori fixed you. At least, Nobori fixed you-

He tried to sooth himself- You were safe. You were safe. Healed.

From the injuries he gave you.

The thing moved silently across the street, drifting from light to light- It’s body hidden under shifting silken silver robes, and it’s light obscured by a curious hat- Following you. The door to your apartment complex swung open, and you hurried in- The air felt particularly strange tonight, though perhaps it was merely the lateness of the hour. The time of ghost pokemon, the time of hauntings- You caught yourself turning your head behind you more than once.

Nothing was there- So it seemed.

It was strange, certainly. The sense you had. Perhaps some ghost pokemon lurking around? Perhaps. And you shuffled into your apartment- Flicking on the lamps that seemed to be… brighter, somehow- Perhaps your headache-?

A quick shower had you feeling far too exhausted to stay up much later, and you made your way to your bed, cuddling into the soft comforting plushness of your pillow. Perhaps it was how exhausted you were- But it felt nicer than normal- Listening to the gentle sounds of the Nimbasan streets and the soft, almost musical hum of your apartment’s A/C-

And before you knew it, you were asleep.

The thing sat above you, looking down as you rested against it’s tail. The adorable way your hands gripped it, snuggling your face into it’s fur- What could be called an arm reached out from the ephemeral edges of the creature, gently trailing against your shoulders and neck. Kudari brushed your hair back, humming to himself gently. Partly to soothe you into sleeping, and partly to soothe his own, new-found nerves.

You were alright, weren’t you? You didn’t recall anything. If anything at all, it would be a bad dream.

“Dearest love,” He murmured. His voices whispered and stuttered, falling short- Speaking words and uttering sounds meaningless to you- Continuing to caress you gently. The feathers trailed against your skin, clinging to you as sunk into the fluff covering his body.

You were so very precious to them.

“I love you.” It whispered.

“Mm, you too…”

The creature’s feathers stood on end at your quiet mumbling.

“What did you say?”

But you did not respond again, instead only murmuring in your sleep and tossing- You wouldn’t wake up, of course- And you didn’t, though you clutched it’s tail harder with every movement you made, sinking into the fluff-

You really were so very precious to them. And the creature curled itself around you and your bed like some horrifying guardian angel, claws and mouths pecking at you like a fretful mother-pidove, softly singing and softly humming with it’s horrible, otherworldly light- Kudari’s own feathers fluffed up around him, giving him a poofy mane as he settled into the sound of his own voice singing so sweetly for you- The bleary eye holes on it’s face narrowed- blinking, but never closing- Always keeping it’s eyes on you.

Sleep was such a precious, vulnerable thing- Emmet did not understand it in the sense humans engaged in it, but- Curled around you, listening to your gentle breaths- The innocent, adorable way you clung to him in your sleep- There was something about such an act that shook him with a growing, rabid curiosity- An obsession- that could not be satiated.

“I am sorry, little Darling. Sleep well.”

And then-

[Bzzt. Bzzt. Bzzt.]

You awoke with a start, hearing the familiar buzzing of your XTransceiver lying on your bedside table, and the sounds of traffic from the streets below. Sunlight poured into your apartment from a small window, casting rays from the gaps in the shutters on your floor. Just how late had you slept-

And oddly-

What had happened last night? You couldn’t recall. You’d searched for the supposed monster of Gear Station- And-

You’d… just… left, right?

You scratched your head. It felt oddly like more had happened- But you couldn’t recall anything. It felt like- No, it didn’t feel like anything, you argued back at yourself.

Like a dream you couldn’t recall- But knew that you had had.

You quickly got up, showered, and readied for the day. The green uniform of Gear Station suited you well, fitting perfectly and flattering your figure excellently, while being more than comfortable- Shoes went on, a quick, tasty breakfast scarfed down eagerly, and you were out the door as the morning sun continued to rise. Luckily your shift today started later than normal. The only thing you could think to complain about, sometimes, was how early you sometimes got up to work. It could be bothersome, getting ready at 6 in the morning and stumbling up out the door at 7, though Gear Station was open 24/7. The trains ran endlessly, constantly, consistently, and efficiently, and you were certain the Night workers were more tired than you could ever hope to be- And certainly Agent Jackie, or Ramses, or Cloud- It was rare you didn’t see them at Gear Station, even when you worked overtime, or especially the Station Masters themselves-

“Hey! Watch it!”

Your attention was returned to the angry driver honking at you in irritation as you crossed the street rapidly.

“I have the right of way, dumbass.” You muttered under your breath as you sprinted across the road. The driver made a sharp turn, speeding away. Traffic wasn’t usually so heavy in the morning, you thought, scanning the cars rolling down the street-

You squinted as you rounded the corner to Gear Station again. The harsh, intense sunlight, reflecting even brighter off of a brand new street sign put up- “Dearest Darling-” “So very, wonderfully, beautiful.”

You stumbled, suddenly reeling. The sunlight reminding you of the harsh, strange, bizarre-

Light.

The light of the thing-

It’s eerie, mask-like face, the strange halo of light, shifting in and out of your mind like a dream- Like the pavement before you now as your vision went out of focus.

Your mouth went dry as you fell against the side of the building you were next to.

How had you forgotten? How could you have forgotten-? That creature- The gentle way it spoke to you, the feeling of it’s claws along your skin, it’s fluffy, furry, feathery wings…

The strange, eerie grin upon it’s bizarre, hollow-eyed face. The wings wrapping around the edges of it’s grin-

You swallowed hard, heartbeat thudding in your chest. This thing was running around the tunnels of Gear Station-

“Good morning, Miss!”

Your thoughts were interrupted by Agent Jackie calling out to you. He waved, and you returned the gesture as well as you could.

“G-Good morning, Jackie. I-I need to clock in.”

“Of course, of course." He waved, not noticing your frazzled state it seemed- "Once you do, could you please deliver the electrical cabling that was dropped off at the Anville platform to platform C? Ramses will be there, you’ll be working with him and Joshua on replacing some wiring that’s worn away. Joltiks love chewing on them a little too much it seems.” Jackie seemed far too busy to notice, thank goodness, your rather frazzled state.

“Very- Very well, of course.”

Agent Jackie laughed lightly at his own remark, waving as you walked off- Your hand shaking nervously as you ran your card through the scanner and rushed over to the Anville platform, running into several passengers- More than once out of the corner of your eye, you saw things in the lights- Eyes or shadows or things reaching out at you, you swore-

But nothing was there.

Calm down, you told yourself. Calm down.

The load of wiring was heavy, and huge- Having been dropped off at a loading dock used by the Anville line trains to transport construction goods between the train stations. At the very least, it was already loaded onto the trolley- You just needed to haul it.

The loading dock itself was a much different part of Gear Station. Out of sight of civilian eyes, and along the maintenance tunnels.

It was strangely terrifying, now. You knew now, that the rumor of a monster in Gear Station were no longer a mere rumor.

It was true.

“Pretty Darling.”

You blushed as you recollected it’s words. The sweet, sonorous voice it possessed- Calling you darling. And- Had it heard all of what you’d said? It certainly seemed like it. The memories were still foggy as you pushed the cart into the maintenance tunnels- Heading straight for Platform C.

“Mister… Mister Monster?” You called out into the dark, rather nervously.

Why had you lost your memories anyway, you wondered? Was it- Was it the monster? Something told you that yes, yes it was- But the white thing had left-

And shadows had taken it away.

You pushed the cart, a headache beginning to form as you recalled even more. The thing in the shadows- Teleporting you out of the tunnels-

And it took your memories.

It was sorry it had done so.

The wiring was heavy, and huge- Having been dropped off at a loading dock used by the Anville line trains to transport construction goods between the train stations. At the very least, it was already loaded onto the trolley- You just needed to haul it.

The loading dock itself was a much different part of Gear Station. Out of sight of civilian eyes, and along the maintenance tunnels-

It was strangely terrifying, now. The mere rumors of a monster in Gear Station were no longer rumors.

It was true.

“Pretty Darling.”

“Mister… Mister Monster?” You called out into the dark, rather nervously.

Why had you lost your memories anyway, you wondered? Was it- Was it the monster? Something told you that yes, yes it was- But the white thing had left-

And shadows had taken it away.

You pushed the cart, a headache beginning to form as you recalled even more. The thing in the shadows- Teleporting you out of the tunnels-

And it took your memories.

It was sorry it had done so.

The loading dock itself was a much different part of Gear Station. Out of sight of civilian eyes, and along the maintenance tunnels-

It was strangely terrifying, now. The mere rumors of a monster in Gear Station were no longer rumors.

It was true.

“Pretty Darling.”

“Mister… Mister Monster?” You called out into the dark, rather nervously.

Why had you lost your memories anyway, you wondered? Was it- Was it the monster? Something told you that yes, yes it was- But the white thing had left-

And shadows had taken it away.

You pushed the cart, a headache beginning to form as you recalled even more. The thing in the shadows- Teleporting you out of the tunnels-

And it took your memories.

It was sorry it had done so.

You pushed onward, slowing down a little.

Two monsters. Two monsters within the tunnels of the station- And for what purpose? They didn’t seem to be… bad, so to speak, but-

Surely the Station Masters wouldn’t be happy about this. Teleporting monsters that could take away people’s memories- That sounded like a safety hazard for certain.

But you also weren’t supposed to have been in the tunnels that late at night. You’d gone in at Cameron’s dare, essentially- Very immature of you, yes, but-

“My pretty, lovely, darling.”

Again it’s voice echoed in your head, making your ears ring and your heart thud. And you could’ve hugged Cameron for urging you to "test" your courage.

That beautiful, beautiful, creature.

It was so, incredibly beautiful-

Painfully so.

“Mister- Mister Monster!” You called out again, louder-

No response. Perhaps it only came out at night, you wondered? And the other one-

The one with the deep, dark voice-

Perhaps it as well, you wondered. You pushed the cart onward.

“Ah, there you are!”

You approached the landing dock for platform C, greeted by Agent Joshua as he ran over to assist. You hadn’t realized how heavy the cart had been until he pushed it away with ease, and you stretched your arms- Causing your shoulders to pop.

“Thanks for bringing this down, Miss. Sorry no one was available to help with this,” He heaved as he moved to pull the cart into position alongside the electrical paneling- “But there was a damaged rail down one of the Castelia lines and most everyone’s dealing with that, and then there’s been an issue with several of the engine carts and they’ve been dragged out to Anville…”

Joshua rambled on, and you nodded, not paying much attention- The lamp light of Ramses’ lamp reminding you of the night prior, and the dim light of the tunnel in the corner of your eyes moving around and making you almost jump with a strange mix of fear and hope every time you tried to focus on it-

“I-Is everything alright, Miss-?” Joshua asked, after watching your head snap several times into the darkness- Unusual for you, he noted. You kept your attention towards wherever there was movement, people, normally, right? Like most humans-

“Everything is fine, I just- I keep thinking I see things in the dark, is all.”

“Oh, there’s nothing there. ‘Cept maybe some little pokemon, but they won’t bother us. And even if they do, me and Magnezone will take care of ‘em, of course!”

Joshua patted his pokeballs at his side confidently. You smiled at his reassurance- But perhaps…

You wondered.

“…But what about mons-” You began- Only for Ramses to interrupt you with a loud pop sound and a flash of light.

“Fucking hell-” Ramses swore, as a spark flew out of a wire he was clutching-

“Are you alright, Sir?” Joshua asked, bending down to his senior officer. “I’m fine, I’m fine," He retorted. "Hand me a C-type wire, please- Actually, you can do the soldering this time-” Ramses ordered, gesturing towards you.

“Me? Of course, Sir. Here-” You moved to the pile of cables and pulled down one of the smallest- Meant for one of the more delicate controller boards- And you leaned down, hair tied neatly back, with heavy gloves on as Ramses directed you. Soldering was a task for the delicate wire work only- The larger cables would simply be replaced in their entirety, and the chewed through cable would be recycled.

And after an hour or two, it was done. The panel was sealed up again, a switch was thrown, and a distant thunk of whirring power was suddenly heard as lights, fans, and display boards for the Anville line came to life.

“Well, that’s dealt with- Here, I wrote this up for you, since the bosses’ll want a record of this for later.” Joshua gestured to a clipboard holding the details of the completed work order. “Thanks,” you replied, taking the board. “You can bring that to the archive actually, I think.”

“The archive?” You asked, quizzically. Archive?

“Oh, where we store… basically anything and everything relating to Gear Station, to be completely honest. Work order records go there, along with schematics, blueprints, news, employee records, pokemon records, all sorts of things.” Joshua answered. "You'll find it easily!"

“No," Ramses interjected gruffly, turning his attention back to you. "You’ll be bringing it to the bosses. I don’t even know if your keycard’ll let you in to the Archive, and uh, the Archivist is not nice about lettin’ just anyone dressed in a uniform in,” Ramses grunted as he grabbed the trolley, handing you a pile of papers. “Bring those up to the bosses as well. Joshua, get to your station on the Singles Train. It’s departing in… 13 minutes. Go. You. Go collect any other work orders and either finish ‘em up or drop ‘em off at the Bosses’ station.”

“Will do, Sir!” And you marched off with the papers in tow- There was a central station where the agents accumulated such orders, and it was the work of junior agents like yourself to make sure they were correct and fully filled out before they ended up on the Bosses’ desks to either approve them to be carried out or to file them away in the Archive- Apparently.

Finally armed with a formidable, tightly bound stack of papers, you made your way towards the office of your bosses- Down the hall that seemed to stretch on forever, around several twists and turns-

Always it grew strangely silent, you noticed. The space around their office was quiet and curious- A sort of empty, almost liminal feeling around this section of Gear Station. Nothing but the quiet hum of the electric lights, in a space with no windows- It felt like another turn and you’d be standing in another world, or as though time was all messed up- Not stopped, but like one could round the corner at morning and find themselves peering into the night sky two seconds later. A heavy scent of something soothing yet spicy filled the air, like scented candles- Or fine incense- twisting around the warren of halls and doors like a great labyrinth. But you’d walked this path so frequently you knew perfectly well where to go. Sometimes there were other doors- Though you’d never had reason to go in them. Some were locked, some lead to meeting rooms- Clean, empty spaces that looked like the most picture perfect business spaces you’d ever seen. The sort of sterile look that spaces in stock imagery had, you thought. A dull, boring cleanliness- That looked more for show then anything else. But then again, you mused- The Station Masters probably just didn’t make much use of them.

“Station Masters? Sir?” You asked, approaching and gently tapping at the door to the shared office of the Subway Bosses. Silence followed, as you listened intently for a sound from the other side. “Come in,” was the muffled reply- But the deepness in the voice, and the loud, clear tone made it clear who it was.

“Hello, Ingo Sir.” You greeted as you walked in. You smiled politely at your boss, who leaned back stood up to take the papers from you. “Hello, Miss. Thank you for bringing these in. I trust they’re all in order?” You nodded. “Of course.”

“Bravo. Thank you.” His eyes scanned the top document, and he nodded approvingly, though his face, to any outsider, would have looked decidedly discontent with whatever he was scrutinizing. “I trust you rested well?” He asked, setting aside the stack as he leafed through it.

“I’m sorry?” You asked.

“You left Gear Station awfully late last night- I was merely asking, did you get enough rest last night?”

“Oh! Of course, I’m doing great, Sir.” You smiled sheepishly. Ingo could be so thoughtful, it was one of the things about your boss that made him so cute.

But what was cuter was that monster-

You swallowed hard, thinking back to it- A little guiltily now. Your bosses were handsome- And human, which probably made them at least better targets for your crushes as opposed to whatever hulking monstrosity was skulking around the Nimbasa Subway-

Or maybe- Maybe the bosses would know something about it-?

“Well, if you would like, I do have coffee here, if you would like some.” Ingo offered. “I heard you were working with Ramses and… Joshua, on fixing the paneling at the Undella... C station? It’s almost lunchtime as well. You can take a little longer of a break.”

“Thank you, Sir- I’d love some.” You agreed. Perhaps, it would be an opportunity to ask-

Ingo almost looked surprise. It was unusual for you to accept his perpetual offers to try to keep you in his presence even a second longer- And he hastily turned his back, grabbing one of the mugs from the small, almost unnoticeable kitchenette the twins kept in their office.

“There you are,” He offered a few moments later, handing you the mug. “Thank you, -Ow!”

A small droplet of the coffee splashed onto your hand, steaming and stinging your skin, but not quite burning. “Are you alright?!” Ingo rushed, grabbing at your hand. His eyes were wide with shock. “I- I am so sorry, Dear-”

And the voice of the creature rung in your head. The voice of the one you did not see-

But heard.

But what had it sounded like, exactly-?

You couldn’t remember.

“It-It’s alright, Sir! It’s my fault it splashed, I’ll just let it cool a minute.” You offered, setting it down on his desk as you took the chair opposite him. Your boss eyed your hand with terrible worry as he took his own seat, sighing and sinking into the soft back. “Ah, see? It doesn’t even hurt anymore!” You smiled, looking at your hand. The red spot where the burn was forming had vanished, and there was nothing there now that it had cooled off. A faint smile appeared on the face of Ingo. “That is good. I hope you enjoy it. Please, let it cool a minute.”

“You look like you could use some coffee yourself, Sir.” And you really meant it; Ingo’s eyes had dark shadows under them, and the way his coat scrunched up around him as he sunk into his chair made him look unusually haggard. “You were up just as late as I was, weren’t you?”

“…Yes, I suppose I was. I am holding steady for now, Miss. Though I do… appreciate your concern.” He drawled, tilting his head as he snatched up a piece of paper laying on his desk, setting it aside on another table. “Idiot tabloids,” He muttered. “’Was the reason myself and Emmet had to stay late.”

“Tabloids?” You asked, curious.

“Annoying reporters who want to traipse around the subway tunnels with no regard for safety protocols, and cause me and Emmet a mountain load of paperwork and headaches,” Ingo explained. “Looking for things that don’t exist to fill some useless space in their useless magazine, trying to pry into matters that don’t concern them.”

“-Like the rumored… strange pokemon?” You offered cautiously.

Ingo turned his attention back to you. Sharp, silver eyes glowered out at you from behind the shield of his hat, and you shifted uncomfortably- There was always something about them- The Twins- Maybe it was the fact Ingo was your boss? Maybe it was the fact he was so much bigger than you were- His coat made him seem huge, his hat added several inches onto his already towering height- Maybe it was the stillness and the silence of the room. Maybe it was the fact that looking at him or his brother made your heart flutter-

“What strange pokemon?” He finally asked, his gaze drifting down to another document he’d picked up.

“Er- Oh, I’ve heard a bit of a rumor, you see, Sir, about there being a… strange pokemon- Some people are calling it a monster- That’s…uh, that might be in the tunnels.”

“That’s merely a rumor, of course.”

You persisted. “But- Are you sure, Sir?”

It was a fine line to be toeing. Or, at least, that’s what it felt like. The bosses were so- Always, always so inscrutable. They seemed to genuinely care for their employees- They even seem to genuinely care for me, you thought.

But always there seemed to be a wall. You poked and prodded it on occasion- But never did it seem to go anywhere. Always they backed off, or you did- A feeling like some great secret, a veil between you and all the others, that you just couldn’t get through- But you could see hints and movements of things you wanted to know about, but-

The veil, as thin as it was, was still a wall.

Between you and Gear Station. Between you and the two men who had taken your heart so easily, with their charming mannerisms and dispositions, sweeping you off your feet the way they swept through the teams of opposing challengers-

Your face fell. They would never, probably, never- Ever, return your silly interests. What would Ingo say, you wondered for a moment, if he knew what you were thinking? It made your stomach churn with a pain far worse than any coffee burn could ever compare to- It was wholly inappropriate to be thinking of your bosses in such a manner- And both of them, at that. Right?

“…Have you had any experiences with this so-called strange pokemon?”

You looked up. Ingo had set aside the next paper he’d been studying, and he was sitting up straight. The shadows under his eyes were gone, but he looked on as dully as his intense eyes would let him. His frown tightened.

“N-No,” You began, hesitating again. “I’ve only heard rumors- I heard someone talking about it, and I was just… concerned a little bit.” You tugged at the brim of your hat, adjusting it and brushing past the feather-

Your hat.

You pulled it off your head suddenly, looking at it intently.

The feather.

“…That’s it.” You mumbled.

“What is it?” You looked back to your boss, who was looking at you from under the brim of his hat, cautiously curious.

“Do you think- Do you think, Sir, this feather- Might be from the strange pokemon?”

Ingo eyed it, gingerly taking your cap from you. From a strange pokemon, indeed.

“…That could very well be a possibility,” Ingo agreed. “But- This talk, if there is a strange pokemon or anything wandering the tunnels- Do not go looking for it.”

“Is there any reason not to?”

Ingo nodded, standing up and walking over to your side. He gently brushed your cap, straightening it and smoothing the top. “Of course. We do not know how powerful this strange pokemon might be, or what it can do. It would be better to exercise caution in that case, Miss.”

“…Of course, Sir.” Your stomach growled, reminding you of the hour. “I think I’ll be taking my lunch break now, so I’ll see you later?” You smiled, gently taking your cap back- You adjusted it on your brow, saluting as you stepped towards the door. “See you!” And you waved, ignoring the stuttered remark of your boss-

“…I was going to offer to accompany you…” Ingo muttered, before settling back into his desk chair- But that was unimportant.

What was important was what you’d just said.

You remembered? Even if it was faintly, you were recalling bits and pieces even after he, Nobori, had taken away your memories?

You really were their soulmate. Ingo’s breathing ceased, and his shadows gathered around his feet. It was going to be problematic, at the very least- What if you recalled anything else? He’d been avoiding influencing you- But what if you recalled what had happened when you allowed them into this realm-

That would be dangerous. What if you recalled anything about last night, about previous events-? He would need to watch you closely- Extra closely.

Bzzt.

His wrist watch- The cross-whatever it was called? Tranceiver. The watch phone thing. Buzzed. Agent Jackie.

[Has anyone seen Master Emmet?]

Buzz. Another reply. Agent Sam.

[He will be disembarking from the Doubles Train within the next ten minutes, when the Entralink roundabout returns to Nimbasa.]

[Understood. Good to hear.]

Ingo sighed. The moment “work” had started for the day, Emmet threw himself onto the Doubles Train- This would be the ninth trip he’d made today? He was running rather recklessly, Ingo worried. His dear younger brother. It had hurt him so to have brought you pain- It hurt Ingo too. And to cause it again? The older brother sunk into the darkness of his chair, drumming his fingers against the arm and over the desk.

Would it be so bad to make you forget again?

#Eldritch AU #Demon AU #Eldritch Submas #Emmet X Reader #Emmet / Reader #Ingo / Reader #Ingo X Reader #Applesauce Anon #Seth.anon #Seth.asks #I am posting look ma I'm posting #monster au #monster submas

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hecateisalesbian · 3 months

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art number 21 (my fav number) and 69 (nice)

Yay Spiderverse kslqkkwnwnns

this was more of a costume test for her but I’m HAPPY to dump more information

big thing below cut

Okay it’s still very fleshy and is like a newborns head but here’s what I have so far.

Luz Noceda is a bullied and isolated queer (and later trans hehe) teenager who is struggling with her dad’s death a couple years ago. She is stressed over SATs and has just finished filming her video diary (the one we see before she yknow. Disappears for like 3 months. :D). The spider that landed on her head is crawling around as she is turning off the video. As she’s turning off the computer she sees the spider on her hand and is captivated by its vibrant colors and it looks almost like it’s glowing. Suddenly, it bites her. Luz literally doesn’t care because she’s not afraid (unlike me) and shakes it off, throws a bandaid on, etc.

okay enough of this story I’m bored writing jt

random stuff now

story goes on like usually until she gets to the BI. She doesn’t glitch there because it’s still the same ‘earth’ (152312) but there is two spiders. One has bitten amity, and one got into the human world and bit Luz. Now to amity. Amity has been Spider-Woman (<— her first title) for around 2 years now. Only Ed and Em know her true identity and her Canon Event was First Lost (idk who she lost yet I might make someone up). Anyways she’s known as spider woman and saves the BI from slightly more-worse-than-average creatures (like giraffes /j)

Idk when Luz and Amity find out eachothers identity but I’ve decided it has to be by Clouds on the Horizon cause they gonna kiss (I might make it upside down kiss). Anyways clouds on the horizon Luz is in her spider-light costume underneath her clothes ready for fighting.

I’m jumping around a little lol. Eda and King are the first to know about Luz being Spider-Light since they helped her. Willow and Gus find out later. Hunter finds out during Hollow Mind (HhrHriwj) along with Belos. (Thought he might’ve always known).

anyways back to where we wear. Plan of pretend-to-be-scouts is still the same and they once again get caught. Odalia and Alador find out Amity is Spider-Woman (or also know as Spider-Goo/something to do with abominations and spiders when she changes her costume in Through the Looking Glass Ruins to the purple suit ^) and Luz is Spider-Light. Kiki finds out then too. Luz still goes into the hands of Belos and the big fight between her and him is AMPED with SPIDER POWER now Yay!

anyways that’s kinda what I have so far. Also Amity is later called Spider-Ghost in s3

#Earth 152312 #152312 #adpw spiderverse au #Lumity #luz noceda #amith blight #Spider-light #Spider-woman #spider light 152312 #Spider woman 152312 #Spider goo #Ghost spider #Spider ghost #toh #the owl house #atsv

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cherryobx · 2 years

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𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐦 | 𝐄.𝐌. 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

request?: nope (but feel free to leave your ideas in my asks!)

summary: Eddie knows you're scared of thunderstorms so he picks you up and takes you back to his place.

warnings: suggestive themes (but no smut!!), language, thunderstorm???

wc: 0.8k

a/n: once again got inspiration from real life aka there was a thunderstorm here lol

gif is not mine, credits to the owner!!

You had never been a big fan of thunderstorms. Yes, sure, just rain would be totally fine. Great even and somewhat calming and relaxing. But when the rain was combined with thunder, lightning and howling wind, it was a no go. It was straight up scary.

And Eddie knew that, so as soon as he heard the thunder in the distance he hopped into his van and drove over to your place to take you back to his trailer where he knew you’d feel safe.

He parked in front of your house and ran up to the front door, trying to avoid the rain that was starting to fall down from the clouded and darkening sky. Wiping the few drops off of his face, he knocked on the door.

You unlocked the door and stood face to face with your boyfriend. “Eddie? What are you doing here?”

“Do not worry, your knight on a white horse has arrived. Well actually he drove here in his dirty van but that’s besides the point. Grab your stuff, you’re spending the night at my place.”

“Not that I have anything against it but why?” you asked, a confused expression on your face.

“I’m not going to let you ride out the storm here all alone when you could ride me at my place.” His lips curved into a sly smirk.

“Eddie!”

“What? I didn’t say anything wrong and you know it.”

“You almost had me in the first half, you bastard.”

“So is that a yes?”

You rolled your eyes and went to your room to grab a few things. Then you made your way back to the front door and closed and locked it behind you.

Eddie took off his leather jacket and held it above you when you walked up to his van so the rain wouldn’t drench you. Otherwise you’d probably get sick and that’s the last thing he wanted to happen.

You drove in comfortable silence as the heavy rain fell down, making it almost impossible to hear anything else. He reached over and grabbed your hand, squeezing it encouragingly. You looked at him, a smile on your lips. He might’ve looked scary and intimidating but in reality he was the softest person ever with the cutest locks and a personality of a cuddly teddy bear. You loved that side of him that only you got to see. That side was for you and you only.

Once you reached his trailer, he ran over to your side and opened the door for you. Grabbing your free hand once again he ran towards the door, pulling you with him.

He closed the door behind you and let out a laugh as he took a look at you. You were outside for 2 seconds and you still looked like you had just taken a swim in the puddle in front of the house.

“You look like a wet dog!”

“Shut up, you literally look worse than me.” You took off your muddy shoes, leaving them in the entry.

You walked into his messy room and opened the closet, looking for something clean and dry to wear.

He followed you, already pulling off his wet shirt over his head. “Didn’t bring any of your clothes?”

“Why would I when I have all of this.” You pointed at his clothes with your hands and then grabbed a pair of boxers and a t-shirt and made your way to the bathroom.

“Don’t go!”

“What? Why?”

“I wanna see the show,” he answered.

“What show?”

“You undressing, of course.”

“I’m not going to change infront of you because then I won't get dressed again tonight.”

“So? I don’t see the problem.”

“Not happening tonight, honey,” you laughed and went into the bathroom to change out of your wet and cold clothes. You instantly felt better when you put on his. His smell was heavy on the clothes and it already made you feel better like it always did. You hung up the wet clothes and then joined Eddie in his bedroom, who had already changed out of his clothes and was laying in the bed, comforter pulled up to his chin.

You smiled. “You look so adorable right now.”

“Damn it, I was going for sexy as hell but I guess that works.”

He held up the corner of the blanket, motioning for you to go and join him under the covers. So you did.

He pulled you against him and you hid your face in his chest when you heard the thunder get louder.

“It’s okay, sweetheart. I’m right here.”

“Thank you for picking me up today.”

“I would do anything for you, y’know that, right?”

You pressed a light kiss onto his bare chest. “I know.”

Falling asleep had never been easier. You felt so safe and comfortable in his arms that the passing storm wasn’t even bothering you as much anymore.

#eddie munson #eddie munson stranger things #eddie munson st4 #eddie st4 #eddie stranger things #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x female!reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #stranger things #stranger things 4 #st4

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persephonescottage · 1 year

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PONY | 24.

Pairing: Billy RussoxFem!Reader

Summary: It’s all coming back to you now.

Warning: References to sexual situations, swearing, obsessive thoughts. Although this chapter might not include it, this fic will include stalking, somnophilia, CNC (between two consenting adults), knife play, age gap, dub con, Stockholm syndrome, gaslighting and other triggers I will include as we go along, please only read if you’re 18+. If any of this warnings trigger you please don’t read.

A/N: We did it! Pony’s last chapter is finally here! I’ve planned this story line for so long and now that I finally got to the big reveal it was so hard to write. I hope you still like it.

Thank you to everybody that read this story, even with the whole BB situation, I realized Billy and Pony are my babies and I’m so grateful you all accepted them the way you did (even Henry!). Anyways, enjoy and don’t hate me too much lol.

You wake up to a dozen messages from Gianna that morning, your phone vibrating next to you on your messy bed. You recognize the way the sun hits the walls on your home but how did you end up here?

Your head is pounding when you let your forearms lift your heavy body up from the bed and then you look around.

It’s complete trashed.

All your clothes are on the floor, the drawers on your vanity out and with things dragging from them, broken perfume bottles on the floor, the lamp on your bedside table tipped over the side of your mattress.

“Billy?” You call out innocently, as if you don’t know he must be behind this.

There is nothing but the silence that comes in between your phone vibration between Gianna’s upset phone calls.

“You’re alive!” She says dramatically when you finally answer “You scared me to death you bitch! Where the fuck are you?”

You force yourself to blink away the slumber on your eyes when she keeps her rambling going.

You yawn.

“Home.”

“We looked for you all night and there you were sleeping peacefully?”

“Who’s we?” You’re surprised you can speak with the dizziness in your head as you look down to examine the white dress you’re wearing. It’s got ribbon bows on the puff sleeves and lace on the short hem of the skirt and you don’t want to admit it but it looks a lot like Christine Daee’s sleeping gown.

“What do you mean who’s we? Henry of course!”

Of course, you curse.

“He told me you had left with Mr. Russo for some sort of interview, I thought maybe Mrs. Baker made you do it since you didn’t have a task for the night but Henry waited until midnight to mention the Blackbird thing.”

Oh.

Right.

You’ve told him.

“It’s him isn’t he? Mr. Russo is Blackbird.”

“What time is it Gianna?”

“Answer me, I spent the entire evening distracting Henry so he wouldn’t ruin your night. Do you know how hard it was to not freak out in front of him because Billy Russo is your stalker? I deserve details.”

She was right, she totally did.

“Where’s Henry now?”

“He left a few hours ago, he went to Brooklyn looking for you.”

“And you let him go?”

“You caught a bigger fish we don’t need him anymore.” She laughed. “So he never made it there?”

“I hope he didn’t” you sigh thinking of what might’ve happened if Henry arrived when Blackbird was still in your apartment “Look, I don’t know what happened last night but my apartment is all messed up.”

“That must have been one good fuck.”

“No Gigi, Billy Russo isn’t here.” You say quickly “I think he’s the one that destroyed everything.”

“I think it’s time you two stop playing cat and mouse babe.” He tone is finally serious and you know what she means.

“Meet me outside of Anvil?” Your voice pleads and she accepts immediately.

Gianna is a good friend.

You passed ANVIL a few times before, the intimidating black building making your stomach swirl the last time when you tried to set up an appointment with billy Russo to discuss your stalker.

Naive girl.

Of course he had refused.

But walking inside the building was different, busy people running around, phones ringing and the smell of wood coming from the office’s floors where overwhelming while you sat in the waiting room of his office.

“Hey kids!” Frank’s intimidating voice is oxymoronic with how cheerful his tone is when he walks out of the CEO’s office and you try your best smile.

“Mr. Castle, we’re here to see Mr. Russo.”

“I’m afraid that won’t be possible kiddo. Bill is out of the country.”

“What? How? He was at the gala last night.” Your voice is accusatory and Gianna gives you a look to settle down.

You were usually the one giving her that look.

“Yeah he got here early for a quick work out before catching his jet. But I can help you out if you need anything, is everything okay with the library’s donation?”

A work out?

A workout!

He had time to work out between drugging you and destroying your home?

“Do you know when he’ll be back?” You try your best to hide your anger from Frank but the way his sight bounces between you and Gianna tells you you’re not doing a great job.

“He won’t be back for a couple months.”

You know Frank and Gianna are there because you’re awake and the oakwood smell is still filling your nostrils but their voices sound underwater while you stare at the office door that reads Russo’s name on a plaque.

Gianna explains to Frank your home’s situation and you feel your body weaken.

He left.

Without you.

All you had to do is love me, he said.

Bullshit!

You can vaguely hear Frank offer to go back home with you, investigate and set up a security device. He should’ve done that a long time ago, you think, but you kindly refuse his offer, grabbing Gianna’s hand to leave as you tell him it’ll be fine.

You’ll call him if anything comes up.

But Frank can see right though you and he looks at your friend for approval. You must sound crazy, but you can’t wait to leave the building and break down crying.

After walking back to Brooklyn in a zombie like state, you assure your friend you’ll be fine. All you need is a shower you say, but she promises she’ll run home and come back to sleepover.

You wish she wouldn’t so you could freely get drunk and pathetically sob over Billy Russo, but you weakly nod watching her leave the apartment before you finally jump in the shower.

Tipping your head back you let the warm water wet your hair as you close your eyes, hoping the heat will relax the tension on your shoulders. Your skin was still cold from the subway and the sudden temperature change hurt slightly.

He left.

He just left you here.

You didn’t know when he’d come back or if he’d come back for you at all.

Turning around you plant your palms on the old yellow tiles of the shower wall, watching the water drop from your hair to your body and go away in the drain.

Your stomach hurts.

He had you fooled all this time, you believed him, you believed all of it and now you were alone.

You were always alone in the end.

And not only that, but he had ruined you for everyone else, if Billy wasn’t in the picture and Henry had asked you out maybe you would have said yes.

You could have been Mrs. Big Check.

But then again if this had never happened, the stalking, the cupcakes, the walkie talkie; if Billy had come to Loretta’s one night and ordered a coffee and sat on a booth and talked to you, you would’ve liked him.

You would’ve really liked him.

Was sex all that he wanted from you?

He went through all that trouble just to fuck you and then leave?

You would’ve fucked him the first night you saw him if he had asked nicely.

You squeeze your eyes shut tighter and try to remember the night before, the clean smell of his skin, his heated touch, the feeling of his tongue on the side of your neck.

Your throat sweeps like you’re talking a gulp of water and you swallow, disappointed that nothing is there, you lick your lips and your breathing becomes hard as your clit starts to throb.

He said all you had to do was love him.

And you did.

Your soapy hand falls down your neck, gliding over your collar bone and washes down to your breasts, gracing over your stomach as you lean on the wall and slide it between your legs, biting your lips at the touch of your own fingertips working slowly.

“No” you whisper to yourself, opening your eyes. “Stop, stop, stop…”

You want to force him out of your head, he doesn’t deserve you touching yourself over him but it’s inevitable how you crave his hands on your body, his lips over your ear, the way he buries his hand on your neck, hiding the darkest eyes you’ve ever seen.

You imagine him whispering the words he whispered to you before, his husky voice engraved on your memories.

Oh baby.

Fuck, fuck fuck.

You feel so good.

The praises he would chant to you comes back once again and you rub yourself harder. Faster. Chasing the way he made you feel as you press your cheek to the cold shower wall.

It’s just a quick release that you need, you tell yourself, he’ll never know.

You come, the euphoria of it making you cry out in silence so that the paper thin walls of your apartment won’t announce your orgasm to your neighbors and then you collapse sliding your body against the wall, your knees weak.

Squeezing your eyes shut you sit under the water until the feeling goes away completely, leaving you light headed and a flood of emotions surrounds you.

You want to cry.

What the hell is wrong with you?

Why would you do that?

You’re confused and stressed because a man gave you creepy attention for months and then disappeared after you let him fuck you. He promised he’d make all your dreams come true and abandoned you.

Billy made you believe in something you knew wasn’t real, he made fun of Henry’s privilege when he had it himself but the worse part was that he made you loose focus of your future, he almost got you but he’s not special.

You are.

Remember that.

You’ll never see him again.

Ever.

Climbing out of the shower, you wrap yourself on a fluffy lilac towel and make your way to the bedroom, the scent of your detergent making you feel so small, you drag your feet there defeated as you avoid the broken items on the floor.

You’d clean tomorrow, you need a nap, you tell yourself with the heavy feeling of your eyelids leaving your body completely as you see it.

A cupcake on your bed, the familiar pink pastry box on top of the messed up blankets and you stop breathing, the white glittery frosting shines under the soft light of your lamp now sitting right on the table and you know it’s modeled after your ball gown.

There’s a black envelope next to it and your hand trembles as you take it in your hands.

‘I know you killed your fiancé.’ -B.

The dark ink inside reads and you panic.

That’s impossible.

How can he know that?

Gone is the flowery smell of your towel suddenly replaced by the scent of Barret’s fresh blood covering your hands as you clean your old apartment, when you talked to the police faking your widow tears and telling them about his drinking problem.

Screaming when you said he had killed himself to the emergency operator.

How you had found him with a gun on his hands in your dinning room, the poppy wall paper behind him sprayed in crimson red.

Lies.

You were a liar.

No one was supposed to know, you worked hard for this, you were supposed to go to Greece, change your name, start over and Billy Russo wasn’t about to take that away from you.

You drop the towel as you frantically gather your things around the trashed up place. The desperation not letting you hear the cracking on the old floors as someone creeps behind you.

Your passport is gone, and so is your backup money, you realize kneeling naked on the floor after opening the loose light socket you use as a safe.

No, no, no.

This can’t be happening.

But you’ve got worse problems now when a hand forces a piece of wool over your mouth and nose as you struggle hopelessly to break free from his forceful touch.

Someone knew now that you’re a killer and his loving hand rests on your sleepy body now as he lifts you over his shoulder with the room spinning before it goes completely dark.

“Let’s go home Pony.” You hear him say at last.

#Pony fic #billy russo x reader #billy russo #stalker!billy #billy russo fanfic #justice for henry #my writting

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persephoneggsy · 1 year

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Warden | Hawke | Inquisitor

something i’ve wanted to do for a really long time -- an outfit progression for Marian Hawke, from before the start of DA2 to after the events of Inquisition!

Elaborations on the outfits are below!

Underwear: Nothing too remarkable; underwear in the DA universe is kinda weird anyway lol. She usually keeps it comfortable and supportive, though after she becomes settled as nobility, she splurges on some lingerie. Not for anyone in particular (at first). She likes wearing silk and frills, even if no one knows but her. And if it’s in her favorite color, pink, all the better.

Lothering: Having been raised to keep her head down and attract as little attention as possible, Marian dressed very plainly back in Lothering. The only accessory she allowed herself was a small shiny rock she found one day when she got lost in the woods as a child. Her dad found her shortly after that, so she decided to keep it as a “good luck charm”. The rock is actually a piece of meteorite, though she doesn’t learn that until much later.

Act 1: Between trying to raise money for the expedition and taking care of her family, Marian still doesn’t have much to spare for luxuries like nicer clothes. Her clothes are either bought secondhand or mended by herself or her mother. I didn’t draw her staff, but I imagine she pretends it’s a halberd to avoid drawing suspicion from the templars.

Act 2: Now that she has some spending money, she’s started indulging herself in nicer outfits; she especially likes outfits that show off her figure. With her rise in station, people are already talking about her, so she might as well give them something to look at. You might’ve noticed her angry expression start to relax -- that’s due to a certain chantry brother she’s started to hang out with. ;0

Act 3: Established as Champion of Kirkwall, Marian still firmly reminds others of her Ferelden roots via the obnoxiously large fur collar. She’s gained a scar on her cheek from her fight with the Arishok. Also, I like the Champion armors as much as anyone, but honestly I picture Marian as someone who doesn’t like wearing clunky metal armor, so I like to think she and Sandal have worked together to enchant her clothing to have better protection. Also, she and Sebastian have grown incredibly close -- she actually smiles rather often now!

After Inquisition: Washing her hands of the utter mess that is Kirkwall, Marian fully embraces her new role of Princess of Starkhaven. She’s always secretly loved the more gilded and feminine fashions she saw on noblewomen in Ferelden and Kirkwall, and now that she’s both royalty and no longer as self-conscious, that’s pretty much all she wears. She especially loves the dresses that have the distinctive Vael family tartan. Also, she’s no longer wearing her meteorite necklace -- in its place is Meghan Vael’s locket, which Sebastian gave to her when he proposed. In return, she gave him her lucky charm, which he wears as faithfully as she did.

#my art #sebhawke #marian hawke #female hawke #dragon age 2 #will i ever stop posting at 2 in the goddamn morning? tune in next time to find out #also i like to think that between act 3 and inquisition she got a tattoo on her ass lol #haven't decided what it is yet but it represents sebastian bc she was drunk and missing him when she got it #whatever it is he thinks it's very sweet #maybe he gets a hawk tattoo on his ass so she doesn't feel as embarrassed lol #(though in my hc seb already has like three tattoos he keeps hidden under that fancy armor)

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skyyworker · 2 years

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i see the trans anakin tag has been neglected mmmmh okay well here’s this:

trans anakin but he just. he doesn’t tell anyone.

he starts wearing obi-wan’s old jedi robes, and everyone at the temple finds it endearing because anakin in his early teens follows obi-wan around like a duckling, so it’s not really surprising to see him try and look as much like his master as he can.

anakin on his part thinks that obi-wan’s clothes look much better on himself than his old robes, they’re cut in a way that makes him feel good and he spends way too much time staring at himself in the mirror with a stupid little smile plastered on his face.

then puberty hits and it’s shitty.

his chest grows and he feels so uncomfortable about it. other padawans are overjoyed about their own growth, they start talking about their crushes and things like that but anakin can’t get it out of his head how much some parts of his body make him feel... like they’re not his.

but, on the bright side, he starts growing taller. and taller. and yes he’s very smug about it, joking that one day soon he will grow taller than obi-wan.

he starts binding (or, stealing aayla’s sports bras, wearing two at a time, it’s uncomfortable but he looks so flat that when he looks in the mirror and sees himself he giggles). and everyone notices but they don’t say anything about it, only obi-wan comes forward to ask him if everything’s okay and ani’s like “uhmmmm yes. why?” in the most innocent voice possible

obi-wan shakes his head because whatever, as long as his padawan feels balanced in the force he’s going to leave it to him, and be there for him, and eventually anakin will trust him enough to open up about what’s going on.

anakin doesn’t lol he just keeps silently transitioning and gaslighting everyone around him. like yeah OBVIOUSLY “ani” stands for “anakin” and OF COURSE it’s a masculine name, the most masculine of them all on tatooine (he says when he’s sent on missions off planet. so, scattered here and there around the galaxy, there’s a bunch of aliens fully convinced that the most masculine name on tatooine -which is in the outer rim, so to be fair, it’s not their fault if they believe this mess of a kid- is “anakin”)

and then he goes to a mind healer and finally he gets a space-prescription for space-T and still he doesn’t tell anyone. no okay that might have been a little improper use of the force because he might’ve implied he had already been knighted, like strongly implied, like using-the-force implied. but it got him the T so whatever. also he’s like 17 now so he’ll be knighted soon in any case.

so he starts taking the T, he’s feeling good, he’s feeling great, he’s flat as can be (for now) and! slowly but surely his voice starts dropping! month after month until it’s been a year and a half! and when obi-wan accidentally replays one of his old holo recordings pre-T he can hear the difference and it’s so clear! (he storms out of the room because he’s feeling giddy and he has so much energy he needs to go find something to do because he can’t keep still).

yes yes obi-wan has caught on of course, he still feels like maybe he should say something, but for now he limits himself to waiting patiently and with open arms for his padawan while correcting anyone who might misgender him. he also buys anakin his first jedi robes, ones that fit him just like he wants them to. anakin is like *(fake) shocked pikachu face*. “fake” because c’mon no one who knows anakin skywalker, even by name only, would now say that he’s anything other than a man. but the shocked pikachu face in itself is real because his master??? went out of his way to make anakin happy???

your honor this is how anakin skywalker gaslit the whole galaxy and we stan

(these are the original tags i posted..... then deleted.......... then said fuck it i've rambled this far, might as well post them)

#anakin skywalker #trans anakin #trans anakin skywalker #star wars #darth vader #obi-wan kenobi #in this universe palpatine tripped and fell down the senate stairs because i hate him and he sucks

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invui · 2 years

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yin. remember the "when aruji-sama gives them their phone" heaccanon? can i request you on making one. of course, with the number and butler of your choice^^/

when master gives them their phone

why would i forget my very first hcs that i posted on this blog? i wrote this whole thing in 2 hours and the majority of it was trying to figure out a new layout so yay.

✧ ━ MIYAJI OLDIA

✦ this old man would be stuck on the camera app wondering on how the hell this works, he even accidentally burst shot his face like 20 times as he was figuring out how to take a video.

✦ he might’ve also stumbled across your photo gallery which he immediately left because he thought he was invading your privacy. in fact — he thought he was invading your privacy when you offered him your phone, he declined at first but accepted it since you kept insisting him even if you weren’t sure about this decision.

✦ after watching him struggle with literally the most simplest feature on your phone, you decided to lessen his trivial sorrow and asked him if he wanted to take a photo with the both of you in it — but uh oh, it seems like he managed to sneak in about 2 photos of you watching miyaji with genuine pity on your face.

✦ you were completely stunned by this sudden surprise but you couldn’t help but giggle at miyaji’s face while he was secretly doing it. this man’s eyes were squinting as if he had looked straight into the sun.

✦ after his succesful learning experience with the camera app, what’s a better fitting app that would catch his eye? the spotify (or insert any other music app) app of course!! if he finds out you don’t have spotify premium, he’s going to think the ads are really short songs and makes a mental of note that it’s the type of music you like listening toTT

✦ this is also an entrance for miyaji to find out what modern music is really like in your world. oh, you listen to mitski? miyaji will say that’s the equivalent to beethoven in his world. (lol)

✦ miyaji would try his best to find your playlists appealing even if he doesn’t like it. you would be nervous of him listening to your spotify because he is listening to it very intently with a serious expression on his face.

✦ after he’s done with his little modern music exploration, he’ll give your phone back with a smile on his face.

“Your taste in music surely does remind me of you.”

✧ ━ LATO BACCA

✦ were you asking for a death wish? maybe you were but the butlers were going to experience having a coded metal board thing that is widely used around the modern world sooner or later.

✦ the first thing lato does is to throw your phone, making you enter a panicked state of mind. well, he doesn’t technically throw your phone, he just questions himself out loud.

“Should I or should I not throw this across the room?”

✦ with you having to confiscate the phone from lato and having to set some boundaries, you give it back to him and watch him start to navigate your phone screen but he’ll accidentally close your phone due to his rather hard grip on it.

✦ lato would turn his head to look at you and directly ask for your password, maybe even with kitty eyes to convince you more.

✦ you tell him your password (or you just snatched it away from him and inputted your password) and lato is back to square one with the navigation screen.

✦ lato then proceeds to turn it off again and gives your phone back with a closed-eyed smile

“That’s enough for today, hm?”

✧ ━ FLURE GARCIA

✦ he accepted your offer despite being nervous himself even though it should be you who’s the most anxious between the both of you.

✦ his nervousness would end by hearing that you’ll show him photos of you wearing different clothes. flure has never been so excited in his life to be seeing someone’s clothes on a foreign gadget, especially if it was his master! with this, he gets to understand your fashion sense a bit more so he could make clothes that you would personally like.

✦ his eyes would shine brighter than the stars when he sees your self portraits and it makes you smile yourself seeing flure so mesmerized, well he has changed his expression into a disgusting one when he sees a photo of you he dislikes.

✦ this boy would be even happier when you offer to print these photos as references. how could he say no to this? it’s better than having to do it by memory that’s for sure.

✦ the both of you would just be stuck together talking about your favorite outfits while flure is taking mental notes of this, he’s already thinking of new designs to make inside of his head with new inspirations appearing from left to right.

“I promise to make you a new outfit when I get references!”

#akuneko #devil butler with black cat #あくねこ #miyaji oldia x reader #miyaji oldia #flure garcia #flure garcia x reader #lato bacca #lato bacca x reader #akuneko x reader

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weizhiyuan · 1 year

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I’ve been looking back at filming bts trying to put things together and I noticed a few things (fyi this is gonna contain spoilers ig but only from what the cast & crew has revealed)

First:

More angst coming! We all knew that’d happen eventually though. In the first photo (posted by the never let me go twitter account) we have the main four boys together! Excited for a scene with them all in it at the same time! But the next photo tells me I probably won’t be excited for what happens. The second photo (which came from phuwin’s ig story on the same day the first was posted) has two important things: Nuengdiao crying and Palm offscreen. The setting is clearly the same (same walls, same clothes) and Pond has what looks like the script with him as well as being dressed for the part so we know he’ll be there too. My guess is something bad is happening to Palm and that’s why Nuengdiao is crying. And if that’s not the case, something bad happened to his mom (Nuengdiao has only a few people he loves most in his life to cry over lol). The third photo is just a benchopper bonus from the same scene <3

Then, there’s the next set of photos (which are from Phuwin’s ig stories, I’ve just taken a screenshot of the part I’m referring to since tumblr doesn’t like adding more than one video, and a photo taken of Pond).

If you’ve been following the bts you know it’s no secret Palm’s gonna end up in the hospital. Phuwin so gracefully revealed to us that Ben will be in this scene due to their wearing same wardrobe. On the day they filmed Nuengdiao crying, they also filmed Palm in his hospital gown. So: either it’s the same filming day and separate scenes in the series or related scenes (I doubt it’ll be the same bc of the change in clothes from the previous photos though) filmed on the same day/s (and series aren’t usually filmed consecutively anyway so). Nuengdiao in more formal wear also makes me think he might’ve gone home at some point and returned to a more powerful position.

Either way, I think this is all post-beach. None of the outfits have appeared in the trailer or previews yet. It seems like some sort of late second/third act tragedy that we’ll get to in the (nearing) future. I don’t really know what to make of these scenes other than that they fit together and it’s gonna be eventful. If anyone notices anything else and wants to add, feel free! I’m in a theorizing mood so I just put this together so it’d all be in one post lol

#never let me go #been thinking abt these for a while #like what is the full context!!! why are chopper and ben there too??#also: where are their parents!!!#I feel like seeing them all together gives me a sort of running away vibe but they already did that and they’re in a hospital #and WHO is gonna hurt Palm….. :(#bonus: nuengdiao’s bracelet in the fifth pic.. hmmmm #y’know what u write somethign long and ur like does this even make sense anymore. yeah… anyway #this is so long I’m sorry LMAO #b.txt

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salami-dono · 1 year

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I redesign my Sonic OCs in my yellow Animal Crossing journal. I wanted to share some drawings today.

♠ Neon the Hedgehog ♠

For her, I gave her the short, striped quills and three back quills that I noticed in the oldest drawings I have of her. I’m still working on the chunky, high-top shoes. Neon doesn’t wear clothes besides the shoes and gloves. That’s equality. lol I would never cover up her Ace of Spades.

Dr. Jester has the Ace of Hearts, by the way.... U_U

I’m going to say this in every post: I made these characters when I was 10. They are the best.

I’m bad at coming up with poses.

This is a doodle of Ramón, formally known as Beatle, with Sonic the Hedgehog. Besides the jacket and shirt with a large apple graphic on it, he hasn’t changed that much. I considered giving him a shave, leaving him with a flat mohawk and a very round head. We aren’t doing that!

Ramón is in love with Neon. Neon doesn’t care.

He’s a singer, drummer and guitarist.

Chaos the Hedgehog

It’s me! Chaos is older than everyone. I might’ve been 9 when I made this one. A lot can happen in one year!!

She gets longer boots, gloves and quills. Chaos's arms are the same color as her hair? Quills? I don’t know.

With just one drawing (the one on the right side), I gave Chaos a new best friend. Meet Dottie the Dog. You can see a couple names that I was considering for the character. I drew around the list of names. Dottie is an average girl who happens to be friends with a divine creature. She is cute.

Dottie again.

Neon is very serious. Sadly, Sonic is cut off.

A brand new character!! Whoa!! I had an idea for an intern who works at Dr. Jester’s lab. I rushed over to my book, so I could get the face on paper before I forgot. Her prototype name is “Sammy.”

Something I did very early in the morning, Saturn the Echidna’s spines and dreads. They were lovingly-crafted by Dr. Jester. Saturn’s whole body has to be redesigned.

#talking to myself #doodles #my ocs #bad quality haha

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an-absolute-travesty · 2 years

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Cowboys are Frequently Secretly Fond of Each Other

Ahhhh it’s here!

After the wifi peacing out for like 12 hours, I thought I’d never get this posted lol. But’s it’s here at last.

It’s posted to AO3 and Wattpad (I know, I know) so if you prefer to read over there, its the same title.

This is... kinda a keefitz cowboy au? It’s like a cowboy/country/farmer/historical au.

It’s inspired by that one tumblr post that’s like “it weren’t the whiskey he were tryin to savor” or something like that

Tags: @cadence-talle @ruewen-and-rising @lemontarto @a-lonely-tatertot @catboyruy @percabetn @sewersewersewercouch @everyonehasthoughts @imaramennoodle @enbies-and-felonies @blxckh0les42 @rainbowtay-11 @callas-starkflower-stew @impostertamsong @sofia-not-sophie @stars-and-splendor @anna-without-an-e @thisbluewind @we-have-no-bananas-today @we-wont-dissapear @jadenightthewriter @ketterdamkid

And, a special tag to @cowboypossume for being very passionate about this. Idk if you can dedicate a fic to someone, but I would dedicate this to him lol.

And big thank you to @lesbianalliepressman for being the bestest beta in the whole wide world

TWs: Period-accurate homophobia, use of the q-word, swearing, underage (but not at the time) drinking, just 1880′s Kansas in general, very OOC Alden

Word count: 7,170

Keefe was walking through the hell more commonly known as Kansas.

The sun beat on his neck, thin shirt soaked with sweat, rocks digging into his bare feet.

If it was his choice, he would’ve been wearing shoes. Of course, it wasn’t, and his boots had been stolen about 12 miles east by some assholes calling themselves bandits.

If it was his choice, he also would’ve been riding a horse, but she had been stolen along with his shoes. And his spare clothes. And his water skin.

In the simplest of terms, Keefe was having a shitty, shitty day.

Luckily, just there, tiny in the horizon, there looked to be a homestead.

With renewed energy, Keefe waked faster. Then jogged. Then ran.

Eventually, with huffing breath, he reached the house.

It was… big. Whoever lived here was rich. The kind of rich that bought you a couple dozen acres of farmland, a pond, another dozen horses, and a house that really looked like it should’ve been a summer estate for the queen of England.

And standing right behind the gate, was the “whoever” that owned it.

“What’re you doin’ here, boy?”

The man was tall, but not in a particularly intimidating way. Really, it read more like a giraffe with a southern accent pretending to be a lion.

He was also vaguely familiar. There was a good chance Keefe ran into him some time in the last eight years he’d spent on the road. His accent wasn’t Kansas, really. It was more Georgia. Keefe had never been to Georgia, but this man seemed polished and rich enough that he might’ve done some travelling.

“Just passin’ through, sir. Could use a rest for a night, if you got a spare barn-” they did have a spare barn, they had 5 barns, hard not to have a spare, “I’m a good worker, sir. Good with horses, too. Just need a good night of sleep before I reach the next town.”

“Well, just your luck, son. There’s a town about 3 miles thataway. Could reach it by sundown if you get started now.”

“Sir, I really-”

“Alden!” yelled a woman, barrelling towards them faster than a train, “What in the world are you doin’?”

The woman, despite the fact that she was running at them faster than an Olympian, was much more majestic than the man at the gate. Her already dark skin was tanned in a way that anyone could tell she had spent her fair share of time outside, and her (clearly expensive, if simple and practical) dress trailed in the wind behind her like a flag in the wind.

“Della, darlin’, there’s no need-”

“Now, who do we have here?” she asked as she came to a stop, entirely ignoring the man, Alden.

“Um, my name’s Keefe, ma’am.”

“Got yourself a last name, Keefe?”

“No, ma’am, just Keefe will do.”

“Alright, then, Just Keefe. You go on and tell me how you got yourself in this neck of the woods while you walk up to the house with me.”

“Della,” protested Alden, “I really don’t think-”

“None of that nonsense, Alden. Boy’s clearly had a rough day. I expect we’ll hear all about it here, if you’ll just listen.”

And, oh boy, did Keefe tell.

He did his best to keep expletives out of the conversation, although it was hard. Awful as it was, he had to make himself look as pitiful and helpless to these folks as possible. It was always the same song and dance when trying to get help from people. It was easier when he was thirteen than at eighteen, but apparently he still had the charm. (Plus, a lot of material to work with.) Because after he was finished, Della said,

“Oh, you poor boy.”

And Alden was scowling with the anger of a hundred suns, although that look was erased when Della looked back at him.

“Won’t you come up to the house and eat lunch with us. In fact, I believe we’ll likely have some boots and clothes to spare for ya’. After that, you can rest up in the barn.”

“That’s too kind of you, Mrs…?”

“Vacker. Mrs. Vacker. But Della’ll do just fine, bein’ formal ain’t necessary.”

Vacker. Yes, that was it. Alden Vacker was one of his dad’s old drinking buddies, one of his politician friends. Of course, the man didn’t recognize Keefe. Likely, he’d last seen Keefe at age eight, fetching him another whiskey.

“Of course. Thank ya’ kindly, Della, ma’am.”

Della seemed satisfied.

Alden seemed silently enraged, like he was worried Keefe would find a way to steal all his horses and his family in the time it took him to blink.

~*~

It only took a few minutes of sitting awkwardly at the table, waiting for the Vacker kids to come inside for lunch, for Alden to use the worst opener Keefe could imagine.

“So, Keefe, you look awful familiar. Who’re your kin?”

“Oh, they ain’t no one, really.”

“Hm. Well, where’re ya’ from?”

“S’pose a bit of everywhere. Born in New York, but I ain’t been there for so long, I don’t even rightly remember what the city looks like, sir.”

A lie. It had been eight years, but it takes much longer to forget your only home. Hell, even the damn accent he’d been putting on for the last who-knows-how-many months was fake. But, it was so much easier to pretend to have been rural for all your life than explain your father was a rich asshole trying to make the politics of the far-north just the same as the far-south.

“Aw, well, that’s a right shame. Always liked the city. Used to go there for conventions n’ such. Nice break from all the fields. Got a few friends up there.”

“Oh?”

“Mm-hmm. Let’s see, the Sencens were always nice, oh, and Quinlin, of course. Lord, I ain’t seen him in so long. Wonder how the old boy’s doin’ nowadays…”

He seemed lost in thought, and Keefe was hesitant to interrupt that.

Quinlin… yes. Quinlin. He also drank with Cassius, from time to time, although more than likely, he was just there to be with Alden. Keefe recalled many whispers he wasn’t meant to overhear from those days from his father to his mother.

“Gisela, I’m telling you. Those men are too close, I’m not inviting them again.”

“Oh, hush, will you? They’ve got political footholds. And money. It’ll do us more good than harm to have them on our side.”

The door slammed open with a crash as the sound of bickering immediately filled the room.

“Bi, you can’t do that while I’m breakin’ a horse!”

“You’ve been tryin’ to break that horse five damn months, now! If ya’ can’t ride him by now, we oughta just let the poor thing go or send him on a train to the glue factory, and I can ride my mare in whichever field I please.”

“Biana,” Della chided, “language. We have a guest, if you hadn't noticed.”

“Oh,” she said, “hello. Anyway, what’s for lunch, Mama?”

The boy shook his head, apparently exasperated by his sister’s antics, and approached Keefe with a hand out.

“Sorry, I’m sure I smell like horse shi-” - he looked at his mother, who was eyeing him already - “excrement. But, uh, I’m Fitz.”

He smiled, this excellent bright smile offset by his tanned skin. His portrait should’ve been put in the dictionary under the definition “ladykiller”. (Followed immediately by an addendum stating that he was also a Keefe-killer.)

Keefe cleared his throat.

“My friends call me Keefe,” he said as he met the handshake, a little flushed.

That was a lie. He didn’t have friends. His brain simply sputtered out and died, incapable of coming up with anything more clever.

“I s’pose we gotta be friends, then, considerin’ I don’t have anything else to call ya’.”

“S’pose so.”

He tried to do his best “I’m-not-flustered-I’m-totally-sauve” smirk, but he suspected it came off as more of a “doing-my-best-not-to-puke” grimace.

“Well,” Della broke in, “go get cleaned up for lunch. I’m not tryin’ to have two shit-smellin’ kids sittin’ at my table.”

“Oh-ho, I see, so you can swear-”

“Biana?”

“Yes’m. Cleanin’ up now.”

~*~

It was after lunch, and after a lot of not realizing he was staring at Fitz until Fitz caught him looking, that he got his new set of clothes.

“Fitz, dearie, lead Keefe up to Alvar’s room and let him pick out whatever’ll fit him.”

“... are you sure, Ma?”

“Course. What’s Alvar gonna do with ‘em?”

“Alrighty, then.”

He was led through their labyrinth of a mansion (three rooms, a hallway, a stairwell, two more hallways, another stairwell, another hallway) to a door.

“Here’ll be Alvar’s room. You heard Ma, pick out whatever’ll fit. He ain’t got a use for ‘em no more. He was a few inches taller than you, but it should do just fine.”

“I, uh, I’m sorry for your loss?”

“Hm? Oh, no, he ain’t dead. Not that we know of, at least. He just ran away. He got sucked into, uh… I suppose the nice way to call it would be overly traditional beliefs. Some religious something. The sort that tracks down whoever they don’t like and yell and cry that they need the Lord, and if they don’t comply, the next thing they know is their house is bein’ burned up and their horses n’ cows are set loose all over. If the bastard ain’t dead, he’s dead to me. Raid the room, if you wanna.”

“Ah, well in that case, very, very happy for your loss.”

This made Fitz crack another one of those brilliant, blinding, knock-your-socks-off smiles.

Staying in this house was gonna kill Keefe.

~*~

He came out of that room with a fresh shirt, a pair of trousers (that he had to cuff more time than he’d like to admit), and his pockets heavier with a few trinkets.

Nothing big, nothing that looked too awfully sentimental, just whatever he thought might be able to fetch a pretty penny or two for a meal when his stay at the Vacker’s house inevitably ran thin.

And, based on that look on Alden’s face as he entered the sitting room, he suspected his stay wouldn’t last too much longer.

“Keefe, son, come outside with me. I’ll show ya’ around.”

Keefe did not want to come outside with him. It was likely the last thing Keefe ever wanted to do. He really found it very tempting to run out the back door and book it three miles over to the next town.

Instead, he found himself on the porch with Alden, and before he knew it, his feet were no longer touching the ground.

In fact, he was now about six inches from the ground, being held up by his armpits.

“What the fuck is your problem?!”

“What’s your angle here, boy? I know your type, oh I know it too well. You come in here, you charm my daughter, you turn my son into a- a queer, you turn my wife against me. Admit it, you motherfucker-”

“I don’t know what the HELL you’re talking about! I’m just tryin’ to get work, goddammit!”

“Oh, sure, sure you are-”

Desperate to be free from the crazed man pinning him to a wall, Keefe used the only limbs he had free. His legs. Which just so happened to be at the perfect level.

“Ough, ohhhhh you-”

“Yeah, don’t fucking touch me. I think I’ll find my way around here well enough myself, thanks.”

~*~

He decided to settle down (most certainly not hide) in a barn that seemed to be exclusively used for storing hay.

Rich people.

He found a bale to sit on, dump out his small pile of semi-valuables to pawn off later, and resigned himself to stay there very very quietly, ideally until the Vackers forgot he existed, and he could slip out in the night and book it to the next town.

“Hey, Keefe? You out here anywhere?”

Well, shit.

Frantically, he stuffed the trinkets back into his pockets.

A crack of light fell over Keefe as the barn door was slid open, revealing Fitz.

“Ah, there ya’ are. Pap said you just walked off, Mama said we oughta keep you around ‘til at least dinner, so we had to find ya’.”

“Yes, yeah, um… I was just overwhelmed. Didn’t mean to take advantage of your kindness, or nothin’, just needed a minute.”

“Don’t worry none about that. You up to some work? Wouldn’t hurt to have a hand in breakin’ that horse Bi was pokin’ me about. You any good?”

“‘Course. And… yeah, I’m pretty good, I’d say.”

~*~

“Keefe?”

“Hm?”

“If I recall, you said you were pretty good. How in all the nine hells are you already ridin’ that damn horse?”

It had been about two hours. The stud was certainly jumpy, jittery, and all too eager to buck, but it wasn’t anything Keefe hadn’t dealt with before.

Of course, the horse was probably nearing on 19 hands tall, so that was certainly some motivation not to fall off.

“Horses just like me, ‘s all. It’ll take some more working to get old Grey here really ready, but I could give y’all some tips.”

“Tips? Lord, we’ve gotten tips from every damn equestrian in the state for Greyfell. They ain’t done what you’ve done in a few hours.”

“Aw, well, nothin’ much.”

Fitz shook his head and looked up like the sky would give him the answer to anything.

“C’mon, now,” Fitz said, “we should probably go on and put him up and get to workin’ on somethin’ else, don’t want Pap out here yellin’ to get back to work.”

“That man sure does seem to like yellin’,” Keefe said, dismounting.

“Mm-hmm. You ain’t seen the half of it. Although…”

“Although?” Keefe prompted.

“I, uh, I heard a bit of the commotion earlier. Not much. I didn’t want to tell Mama or nothin’, she’d get all worked up and then no one would be sleepin’ tonight through all that noise.”

“Well… I’m right sorry about that, I am.”

“Ain’t your doin’. Pap just gets… protective, I s’pose. ‘Specially after Alvar went and disappeared on us. Dunno if he cares ‘bout us, or just don’t want another family embarrassment, but he gets real suspicious ‘bout guests. First thing you know, there’s a handsome stranger called Ruy at the doorstep and next thing, the whole town’s gossipin’ about your oldest.”

“That explains it.”

“Still no excuse for him. But… I mean, hell, what can any of us do? Sorry, I don’t mean to dump all this stupid drama on ya’, just frustrated ‘s all.”

“Fathers are the worst sometimes. I can attest to that plenty well, I’ll promise ya’ that.”

“Mm. You can tell me all about it after you help weed the corn field.”

“Ugh.”

“Indeed.”

~*~

They were called up to dinner before Keefe could tell his sob story, all the better for him.

“Alden, how was it today?” Della asked, leaning over to peck Alden on the cheek.

“Just fine, darlin’,” he said, dodging the kiss, rounding over to fill his plate.

“Hm. Any progress on that stud, Fitz?”

“Oh, boy, was there-”

And so on went the dinner conversation, all pleasant and easy as the Vackers carefully tiptoed around any discourse like a ballerina in a minefield. Alden even only glared at Keefe a couple of times, so it seemed like he was warming up.

“Fitzy,” said Della after dessert had been served and dinner was well settled, “won’t you show Keefe down to the hay barn? Pick up some blankets for him, too.”

“Yes’m,” he said, getting up and motioning Keefe to follow.

“So,” Keefe started when they were outside, “Fitzy?”

“Lord,” he said with a laugh, “tried to stop her callin’ me that years ago. It’s no use. Nineteen years old, but that don’t matter none, I’ll always be a baby to her.”

“Mm. Mind me askin’ something awfully nosy?”

“Shoot.”

“You’re nineteen, you’re mad at your father… why ain’t you left yet?”

“I… I can’t leave Bi here. She’s plenty prickly enough to survive on her own, she’s strong like that, but she’s still seventeen. Pap ain’t exactly a suffragist. He ain’t gonna want her to leave ‘till she finds some man, or ‘till she’s old enough to do it on her own. We’re still poolin’ whatever resources we can. And then there’s…”

“Della?”

“Mm-hmm. We don’t wanna break Ma’s heart. Well, again. Ah, here’s the hay barn, you’re familiar.”

“Yep. I’ll see ya’ in the mornin’, I s’pose.”

“Wait, now, you can’t stay out here alone. There’re wolves, and- and timber wolves, and coyotes, and… well, mostly different sorts of dogs, but the point stands.”

“I’m pretty sure I can handle whatever dogs mother nature throws my way.”

“Oh, yeah? They get all up in our chicken coops, spook the horses, the farm’s crawling with ‘em at night.”

“Good thing I ain’t a chicken or a horse. What in the world would you do to help, anyway?”

“I can fight off a wolf.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, then, you can sleep right outside that door, there. When I hear ya’ screamin’, I know I oughta run on up to the house.”

Fitz bristled at this with all the confidence of a man who insisted he could fight off at least twelve wolves, thank you very much. This, despite the fact he had been bucked off of Greyfell at least twice no more than eight hours previous.

“Alright, you can keep me company down here if you want, Fitzy. But I ain’t hearin’ no complaints about bein’ cold.”

“Won’t need to, ‘cause I ain’t gonna complain one bit.”

~*~

To his credit, Fitz didn’t complain. That didn’t mean he didn’t shiver with enough force to shake the entire barn and probably cause an earthquake all the way through the earth in China.

“Alright, that’s enough of that, c’mere, you’re gonna shake the house down with all that shiverin’.”

“What? I ain’t complained none.”

“Yeah, you ain’t complained, but I ain’t gonna be able to move on to the next town if it’s rubble from your shakin’.”

“Can’t help it none.”

“Naw, but if you’ll come here we’ll both be warm.”

Fitz scooted a little closer, very clearly hesitant.

“C’mon, Fitzy, I don’t bite. Less ya’ want me to.”

He huffed a little before closing the rest of the distance, turning away from Keefe, allowing him to wrap an arm around Fitz’s torso.

“See, ain’t that bad.”

“Don’t bite, you’ll be just as bad as the wolves.”

“Not without consent, Fitzy.”

“Oy vey.”

“Hehehe.”

~*~

It is generally accepted that, perhaps one of the worst ways to wake up, would be the sound of a banging door followed by an onslaught of slurs.

This is, indeed, the exact condition Fitz and Keefe found themselves in that morning.

Of course, Alden was the perpetrator.

“FITZROY AVERY VACKER! IN THE HOUSE! NOW!”

“WHAT THE HELL IS YOUR PROBLEM?!”

“HOUSE!”

“LORD! OKAY! OKAY!”

Fitz scrambled up, rushing out the door.

He paused, turning towards Keefe like he was thinking about staying and helping.

Keefe shook his head.

In a fraction of a second, Keefe was being grabbed by his collar, only a few inches away from the face of a man who clearly hadn’t yet brushed his teeth.

“I’m gettin’ pretty damn tired of you bein’ at my house. Corruptin’ my boy. You’re gonna turn him to a damn queer, I know you are.”

“Well, sir, I guess it takes a queer to know a queer.”

“The hell are you insinuating, boy?”

“I was just thinkin’, sir,” Keefe said earnestly, “Don’t seem to care about your wife all that much, despite that - if I may say, sir - she’s very beautiful. You don’t have any workers on the farm, which ain’t usual for one this big. Trying to prove yourself, maybe? Make sure your son won’t follow in your… particular footsteps. Make a man outta him. And, well, Mr. Vacker we ain’t even gotten to your awfully close past relationship with one Mr. Quinlin Sonden-”

“That’s enough!” Alden said, finally letting go of Keefe’s shirt and pushing him away.

“Dunno what the upset is about, sir. Anyway, what sort of work is there to do today?”

Alden was silent for a moment.

“Come up to breakfast, first. Thinkin’ we’ll fix up the barn today. Got some holes in it. We’ll make sure it don’t get too cold down here again.”

“Thank you kindly, sir. That’ll be much appreciated.”

~*~

Fitz didn’t come down to work that day, which was unsurprising. This meant the “we” in Alden’s statement was about as much of a lie as his wedding vows, and left Keefe to patch, paint, and fix the entire barn by himself.

After he was done, he was about as red as a cooked lobster and about as warm as one too. All he needed was to be slathered in butter, and he’d make a delicious meal.

Apparently, in his fixation and dedication to the barn, he’d missed lunch, because next thing he knew Fitz was coming down with a plate of dinner.

“Oh, what time is it?” Keefe asked, climbing down from his perch on the ladder.

“About seven. We, uh, tried to call you up, but you seemed awful focused.”

“Ah. Sorry about that.”

“It ain’t nothin’. C’mon in the barn. I snuck somethin’ extra, but if Ma or Pap sees it, we’ll be gettin’ an earful.”

Once settled across from each other on their respective hay bales, Fitz pulled something out of a satchel at his side.

He took a sip from the flask before tossing it over to Keefe.

“Mm,” Keefe said after a sniff, “whiskey?”

“Bourbon, technically. Pap gets the good stuff.”

He took a swig with a grimace. He’d never gotten used to the burn of alcohol, but anything to help ignore the skin peeling up from his red neck.

“Ah, yeah, and food. Don’t take that stuff on an empty stomach, ‘less you like seein’ the walls spin.”

He handed over the plate, the Vacker’s typical rich dinner. Meat and potatoes, veggies, bread, a full spread.

Keefe eagerly shoved the mashed potatoes in his mouth, mumbling out what was intended to be “compliments to the chef”, although it sounded more like “compwemess do te shef”

“I’ll tell her,” Fitz said with a laugh.

There was a pause where Keefe ate, shovelling food in his mouth at a pace only teenage boys can achieve.

Meanwhile, Fitz took occasional sips of the bourbon, mouth lingering at the lip of the flask after each.

After about three quarters of a plate’s worth of food was shoved down Keefe’s throat within about ten minutes, Fitz spoke.

“Can I uh… can I ask you a question?”

“ ‘Course.”

“Pap was… quiet, today. Said I didn’t need to work, and that was about it. What happened down here?”

“Oh, nothin’ much. I just called him on his behavior, ‘s all. He didn’t like it much.”

“I expect not. What’d you say, exactly?”

“You want the pretty version or the ugly version?” Keefe asked, staring at the ground.

“The honest version.”

“I suspected so. Well, then… he grabbed me by my shirt, told me I was gonna turn you into, quote, ‘a queer’, and I posited that it took one to know one. I had some evidence he didn’t appreciate, I s’pose. He let me off the hook after that.”

Fitz thought for a minute.

“Well, his reasonin’ was awful flawed.”

“Why’s that?” Keefe asked.

“Mighty hard to turn someone into something they already are.” Fitz took another swig of from the flask, tossing it to Keefe. “Don’t you agree?”

“I certainly do… Fitzroy Avery.”

“Lord, I have got to tell them to hush up,” Fitz said, shaking his head, while Keefe laughed maniacally.

“Fitzroy, seriously? Like, alright, nickname Fitz. Full name? I’d guess Fitzgerald, Fitzwilliam, but no. No. The Vackers can’t have NORMAL names! No! We gotta have Alvar, Biana, and Fitzroy, like honestly-”

“Oh, yeah, that’s awful rich from you, Keefe-”

“Let’s not even get STARTED on AVERY-”

“And what’s your middle name, Mister Normal Name?”

“None of your damn business, that’s what-”

“I bet it’s somethin’ great. I bet it’s… Nigel! No, no, wait, I know what it is.”

“You do?”

“I do.”

“And what’s that, exactly?”

“Willard.”

“Shut your mouth.”

“Am I right?”

“No! You ain’t right! What kinda fuckin name is Keefe Willard Sencen, like honestly-”

He was going to continue, but that’s when he realized he’d said his surname. One Fitz would almost certainly be familiar with, and far too rare to be a coincidence.

At this point, Fitz had worked himself to a giggling frenzy, too much to reply, and hopefully too much to have noticed Keefe’s slip.

“You’re drunk off your ass, Fitzroy.”

“I am still on my ass, thank you very much. I am still using this ass, you can’t have it.”

“God almighty, give me strength.”

“Not much stronger than Pap’s supply,” Fitz said, gesturing at the flask Keefe still held.

Keefe sighed and took another swig.

“S’pose I’d be a bad friend if I let you get ruined on your own.”

“All too true.”

Resigning himself to having a pounding headache the next morning, Keefe got to work.

~*~

Long after the flask was empty and many conversations about nothing and everything were had, they figured it was probably time to settle down and sleep.

“You stayin’ down here again?” Keefe asked, most of the slur to his speech wearing off. “Big risk. Don’t wanna get yelled at again.”

“Lord, can’t go back to the house. I’d get crucified.”

“Mm. That’d be a shame. ‘S probably worth the yellin’, then.”

“Mm-hmm.”

There was a lapse, long enough that Keefe was almost sure Fitz had fallen asleep, until he talked again.

“Thank you.”

“For what? Drinkin’ your liquor and makin’ you sleep in a barn?”

“For not… reacting. When I told you I’m queer.”

“ ‘Course, what else would I do?”

“Dunno. I was pretty damn sure I’d be alright. But, sometimes the ones that seem the kindest will surprise ya’. You didn’t, though.”

“Mm. What gave away I wouldn’t do nothin’ bad?”

“Offerin’ to bite me is pretty high on the list.”

Keefe laughed.

“I s’pose that might’ve helped.”

There was another lapse, long enough that Keefe started to nod off, before he figured it was now or never.

“I am, too.”

“Hm?”

“I’m queer, too.”

“I figured as much.”

“The bitin’ thing?”

“That, and I can read minds.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Mm-hmm… I’m uh, whatchamacallit, I’m a telescope.”

“Ya’ are?”

“Yep.”

“What am I thinkin’ about now?”

There was just enough light in the barn to see Fitz had a shit-eating grin filled with confidence only a half drunken man could achieve.

“You… are thinkin’… about… mmmmmm… ah, yes, about how I’m a telegram.”

“That’s cheatin’. And it ain’t even true. I don’t think that’s the word you're lookin’ for, neither.”

“It ain’t? I’m a… uh… teleport. Telephone.”

“Telepath.”

“Yes! That’s the one. I’m a telepass.”

“You’re hopeless.”

“Naw, I’m a telefuck.”

“You’re doin’ this on purpose.”

“Well, how’d you know that? Are you a teledick, too?”

“Say, can teleshits read the future?”

“Don’t see why not.”

“Good. That way you can see that I’m about to knock you into next Tuesday.”

Fitz collapsed into drunken laughter again, and Keefe took the opportunity to crawl over and playfully punch him.

“I foresaw this!” Fitz proclaimed, “With my fourth eye!”

“Shut your trap!”

“Never!”

“You’re a bastard.”

“And I know it!”

After a little more drunk giggling, Fitz eagerly cuddled up to Keefe.

“You’re different drunk,” Keefe said, stating the painfully obvious as if it would get him an explanation.

“S’pose. Maybe I’m just more… out.”

Within the minute, he was dead asleep.

~*~

To Keefe’s immense surprise, he didn’t wake up to the song of slurs. Just a bell telling them breakfast was ready and Biana screeching a similar message from outside the barn.

“Pancakes! Pancakes! If y’all ain’t up at the house in five minutes, I’m eatin’ your serve!”

“Yeah, yeah, we’re comin’,” Keefe mumbled, rubbing his eyes.

Fitz barely stirred.

“C’mon, Fitzy, up you get.”

“No… ‘s too… bright,” Fitz said, hardly intelligible.

“I’ll drag ya’ if I have to.”

“Mm.”

“Well, then. Alright.”

“Mm- Wha- Hey, hey, alright, alright, alright-”

Luckily, it had only taken dragging Fitz a few feet by his ankles before he willingly got up.

“Hey.” Biana popped her head through the cracked barn door. “I’m serious, I’ll eat the pancakes, quit your flirtin’.”

“She means it,” Fitz confirmed with the tone of a man who had more experience in the matter than he liked, and stumbled out the door.

~*~

“Keefe, son,” Alden said, “follow me out ‘ere, need your help with somethin’.”

Despite every single one of his instincts telling him to run for the hills and take his chances with whatever wolves and timber wolves and coyotes were out there, Keefe followed Alden.

The minute they were outside, standing on the porch, Alden got this awful look on his face. The sort of smile you only have after you’ve trapped a chess master and know you’re about to win, or a starving man whose lure has just worked and knows he’ll eat well that night.

“You know, Keefe, I should’ve saw it sooner. You look just like your father, you know. Spittin’ image. Can’t believe I didn’t know you were Cassius’ boy from the minute you opened your mouth. You talk with ‘bout as much confidence as he did.”

Keefe found himself too shocked to reply. It was only a matter of time, he knew that, but he thought he’d have longer than two days.

“Now, son, I’m gonna give you two options. I’m nice like that. Now, first one, is you get off my farm by tomorrow morning. I want you away before dawn and I don’t want the kids or Della to know ‘bout it. If you ain’t gone, well, we’ll just see if you can outrun a shotgun.

Now, there’s another way. You can stay right here, and I’ll write a letter to your Pappy, and he’ll come ‘n get ya’. I’m sure he misses his son somethin’ awful. You’ve been missing for eight years, now? The triumphant return of a politician’s son, after an accident where he lost all his memory of home at age ten and just kept on walkin’. Met with warmth and wealth all the way in New York. Now, innit that a nice news story? You’ll fund The Sun for weeks.”

“I ain’t goin’ back home, I’ll tell ya’ that much.”

“Don’t blame ya’. Can’t imagine Cassius without Gisela whisperin’ in his ear. If I ain’t mistaken, she ran off with the same folks my son did. Hm. S’pose the Sencens are fans of tryin’ to corrupt innocent boys.”

“I have as much dirt on you as you do on me, old man.”

“Mm. But who’s gonna believe a bratty rich runaway over a charmin’ well-established farmer from Georgia?”

“You certainly ain’t charmed me.”

“I certainly ain’t tried. Now, it would be real nice of ya’ to water n’ brush the horses, if you’d please.”

Knowing well enough when he was stuck in a corner, Keefe walked off to comply.

“Oh, one more thing, nearly forgot.”

Keefe paused in his steps without turning around.

“Try not to talk to Fitz today. I’ll be watchin’.”

Keefe kept walking.

“Hey, now, son! What do we say when we’re told to do somethin’? You forget your manners?”

“Yes, yes, I won’t talk to Fitz.”

“Yes?”

“Yes, sir.”

“That’s what I thought. Get on down there, now, while there’s still light to the day.”

~*~

Keefe spent the entire day companionless, as Fitz was once again excused from work, and Alden was allergic to doing any work himself. At least this gave him time to plan his escape.

He wanted to go out easy. Quiet. But not without impact.

It would be simple enough to go in the house, snatch what he could (little things that would fetch a pretty penny. Not too sentimental. Not if he could help it.) and get out quick. He could be at the town by sunrise, and back out of the town before noon. Booking it enough that even if Alden tried to chase after him, Keefe would always be a few hours ahead.

He didn’t respond to the bell for lunch, nor for dinner, despite hearing them. He couldn’t face Fitz, not in front of Alden, not without spilling his guts and running away.

Of course, he should’ve realized sooner that Fitz was an inevitability, because it certainly seemed that way when he turned up with a plate of dinner at the barn door.

“Keefe? Ya’ down here? Got some pot pie.”

Keefe rushed to meet him, hoping he was subtle enough in his blocking of the doorway. Hoping this was an olive branch to Alden. Look, I ain’t seducing your son, he’s right in your sight.

“Ah, thank ya’ kindly.”

“You need someone to eat with? Ain’t got bourbon this time ‘round, I’m afraid. Pap is on edge somethin’ fierce, couldn’t slip anythin’ under his nose.”

“Well, now, I don’t wanna burden ya’.”

“You ain’t no burden. C’mon, we ain’t talked all day. Don’t got many friends on the farm, it’s you or the horses.”

“Biana wouldn’t like bein’ called that.”

Fitz laughed, but Keefe was too busy checking the house for a man pointing a shotgun at him to enjoy it. Indeed, right in the window was the outline of a man. They were being watched.

“Keefe.”

“Hm?”

“Did ya’ hear what I said?”

“Oh, naw, sorry. Got distracted. What was it?”

“You all right?”

“Right as rain.”

“Hmph. Alright then. I s’pose you don’t want no company?”

“Naw, don’t worry, I’m perfect here by myself.”

“I’ll take you by your word, then,” Fitz said, handing over the plate.

Please don’t.

“Okay.”

~*~

Keefe wasn’t disturbed again until midnight.

Sleep was well out of the equation, and he was terribly on guard. Any snap of a twig meant Alden was turning the corner with a shiny new Winchester, when the wind howled Keefe figured he must be using it to cover that he was loading, when it was all too silent it meant he must be aiming it.

But, quite stupidly, Keefe’s first thought when the barn door slid open with a creak, was wolves.

Fortunately, it was neither an angry father, nor an elusive Vacker Farm Wolf, just Fitz holding an oil lantern.

Fitz, holding an oil lantern, catching Keefe in the middle of loading up a blanket with his previously snatched treasures.

Less fortunate.

“Oh, you’re awake. Um. What’re doin’?” Fitz asked.

“I don’t- I mean- There ain’t a good explanation, I’m sorry-”

Fitz stepped forward, looking at the trinkets.

“This stuff from Alvar’s room?”

“Y-yeah. But I didn’t- I don’t- I’ll put it back-”

“Hm? Naw, it ain’t of no use. Told ya’ before, Alvar ain’t comin’ back, and we weren’t using it.”

“Oh.”

“I’m more worried that it looks like you’re packin’ up on us.”

“Yes. Right. That. Tell ya’ the truth, I shouldn’t even be talkin’ to you.”

“Why’s that?”

“Your father made a very convincing argument involving a shotgun.”

Fitz sighed.

“I shouldn’t be surprised.”

“He told me to get out by dawn. You caught me right on time.”

“Well, if dawn’s the deadline, we got a while.”

“Maybe not the best verbiage, there. All too literal.”

Fitz laughed, walking over to take a seat on a hay bale, patting the space next to him to invite Keefe to sit.

It was a moment after they were settled that Keefe asked,

“So, what made you come down here?”

“I wasn’t all that convinced earlier. You’re always weird, actin’, but that was worse.”

“Wow. Thanks.”

“You’re welcome. Also…”

“Also?”

“I was thinkin’ that you know everything about us, but I don’t know a damn thing about you.”

“I don’t know everything about you,” Keefe insisted.

“Yeah? Ask, I’m an open book. Then it’s your turn, though.”

“Alright. Y’all ain’t from Kansas, how’d you end up all the way out here?”

“The farm was my great aunt’s. She’s… well, she ain’t the nicest person. Maybe one of the meanest, and most stubborn. She didn’t like it when Kansas decided it was gonna join the Union in the war. She had to free all those folks, whether she liked it or not, and then she wouldn’t hire any… morally correct workers. She just said she was gonna do it all herself. Lord, she managed about fifteen years at it. Don’t know how. But we took over about five years back.”

“Well. You are open.”

“Mm-hmm. Anything else?” Fitz asked.

“Um. Well. No, frankly.”

“Good. My turn, then. Where’re you from?”

“Everywhere. Nowhere.”

“Not the answer I’m lookin’ for, you know that.”

Keefe sighed.

“New York. But I haven’t been there in eight years.”

“Since you were ten?”

“Yes. That’s, um… that’s when I ran away.”

“That’s awful young. Why?”

“My father’s an asshole, my mother’s in a cult. As I saw it, it was that or some kinda boarding school for politicians in training.”

“Did I hear right the other night? You’re a Sencen?”

“Unfortunately. Don’t claim that name anymore, though. Not that many folks recognize it, out here. Except y’all. I stumbled on the only farm in miles that would know my name.”

“Just your luck.”

“Indeed.”

“Where’re you headed, at the end of all of this runnin’?”

“Not sure, honestly. I like the sound of California. Not even sure I know how to settle down somewhere. I’m too jittery.”

“So… you probably ain’t stickin’ around Kansas long?”

“Not if I have a say in it. I’m sorry, but I hate this place. It’s the tenth circle of hell, I swear.”

“Lord. Can’t say I disagree.”

They sat in silence for a while, just listening to the sounds of the world outside the barn and staring at the lamplight.

“Fitz.”

“Hm?”

“I really… I need to go. I’m not trying to meet the working end of a shotgun tonight.”

Fitz sighed.

“Can I be honest?” he asked.

“Always.”

“I really hate this damn house, Keefe. I know it’s easy to… I don’t know, easy to just say you hate somethin’. But I am being serious, I am itchin’ to get outta this fuckin’ place. And… and if this ain’t an opportunity, I don’t know what is.”

“Fitz… I don’t-”

“I’m not kidding around, when the hell else am I supposed to get out? Biana and I both can be packed in half an hour, flat. I’m ready, Keefe, I am.”

“Fitz-”

“Keefe. I am serious. Run away with me.”

“You… your life, I mean, it’s a good one! You’ve never worried about money, you- I mean, you do farm work, but you haven’t worked for a living. Are you ready to-”

“Aw, hell.”

Fitz leaned over, guiding Keefe’s face to his and meeting him with a kiss.

It was tender, and slow. Nothing like the fevered, desperate, fast kissing Keefe had been thinking about (more frequently than he’d ever admit) over the last days.

Keefe would be lying if he said he didn’t immediately melt into it, barely caught off guard. He would be lying if he said something about this didn’t feel inherently right. More than any other boy he’d messed around with, way more than any girl he’d messed around with.

So, when Fitz finally pulled away, all he could say was,

“Wow.”

And then,

“Okay, yea- yes. Yes. I’ll take you. But, you know that Alden will probably chase us. Or say we’re missing, and get the police to do the work for him. It won’t be easy.”

“Well, going on the lam sounds like a new adventure. By the time we hit California, we’ll have new identities, new backstories, new accents, everything.”

“New accents?”

“I’ll be British, or somethin’. Whatever.”

“Alright, redcoat, get packed. Hurry, now.”

“Thirty minutes, flat. Promise.”

“Don’t get caught.”

“I don’t make mistakes,” Fitz said with a wink, grabbing his lamp and exiting the barn.

~*~

How the house caught fire and the horses got free, no one would know for sure.

But, it was most certainly not a mistake if Fitz was to be believed, and the biggest damn mistake in the world if Keefe was.

It went something along the lines of this:

Keefe, too jittery to sit down any longer, stepped outside to anxiously await the sibling’s return.

That was when he saw the first trace of a glow.

Immediately followed by two frantic figures running towards him, bags trailing in the air behind them, clothing loosely stuck and shoved within.

“What the hell happened?!” he asked, as they finally reached him.

“Dropped the damn lamp! C’mon, ain’t got no time!” Fitz yelled, grabbing Keefe’s wrist and dragging him to a run.

They followed Biana to the stables. She was already unlocking the main door and swiftly moved to freeing her horse.

“Take your choice,” she said, “I call Silveny.”

Fitz went to get his horse, and Keefe was immediately drawn to Greyfell.

“Keefe, that’s a horrible idea,” Fitz said as Keefe unlocked the gate and lead the half asleep horse out.

“Naw, it’s a great idea. No one’ll steal him, cause no one else can ride his crazy ass.”

Fitz rolled his eyes, but even in the dark, Keefe could see a hint of a smile on his face.

“C’mon, boys,” Biana said, “We gotta run.”

“Wait,” Fitz said, going over to another mare, unlocking her gate.

“Fitz, we can’t take four horses,” Biana said.

“Naw. But they’ll scatter, the fire’ll scare them, and then Pap can’t chase us without a horse to ride. He’ll never catch up.”

By the time they mounted and rode to the dirt path that led from the house, two other figures were in the yard, staring helplessly as their house burned further.

Alden, so preoccupied with staring uselessly at his home that he didn’t notice the riders in the distance.

And Della, looking at them, frozen.

The riders slowed, seeming to meet an impasse just from her stare.

With a bit of hesitation, she nodded. Waving them on towards the road. The closest to a goodbye she could give.

~*~

When Keith, Bianca, and Fitzwilliam Baker rode across the California line a month after a bandit burned down Alden Vacker’s home and kidnapped his two children, no one blinked an eye.

When they rode up to a farm filled with free walking animals, and were met with a kind looking blonde man, no threats were made.

When “Keith” said, “Sir, my friends and I need work. Do you have some place mats to spare?” The man didn’t even need to think.

“Of course,” he said, with a smile, “welcome to Havenfield.”

#kotlc #keeper of the lost cities #kotlc fic #keefitz #yeah :)

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🎃Happy Halloween!!🎃

Since it’s Halloween I thought I’d post a little smut I wrote a few days back, I got the idea when I went to Halloween Horror Nights high off my ass, anyways I think Michael needs to have his back blown out so I wrote Madcap/Sam doing just that >:)

Sam is transmasc for context, do not ask me how they are in modern times just don’t question it lol

[18+ UNDER THE CUT YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED]

Sam giggled as he pushed Michael into the pseudo- dark alleyway. Glancing back only for a moment at the feverish crowd before bringing his attention back to what mattered. How strange how easily they could just fade away from others, creatures of the night shuffling against the thrill seeking cattle. Completely sober, but utterly insane nonetheless. It was thrilling, brushing shoulders with the layman. To blend in with the world like you were just like them.

Or of course, in Michael’s case, join in the fun.

“I should’ve known you would be here.” Sam chided playfully, tossing his bags to the floor as he pressed the killer- the real killer- against the wall.

He heard Michael huff, tilting his head to the side in that iconic little way. He still smelled a little like blood, the coppery scent just a whiff- almost like a perfume of a sort. But still completely irresistible.

Sam scoffed, hands roaming his clothed chest.

“You look just like your poster…” He hummed, smiling knowingly. “I was worried I might’ve been getting cheated.”

Michael’s amusement was more felt than seen, there was a way his head would nod- like he just chuckled- that gave it away.

Sam’s hand began to trail down the coveralls, Michael settling himself against the wall as he explored- though he did lift off Sam’s baseball cap.

Sam paused, chuckling as Michael looked at it. He had bought it shortly after he had left the haunted house. A black cap with orange thread, and right in the middle a bust of Michael Myers himself brandishing his kitchen knife.

“You like it?” He asked.

Michael shook his head.

Sam laughed, looking away for a moment.

“I would ask you not to sneer, that was a good $30 and I intend on wearing it.” He scolded. “Plus, I had to wet my hair back just to get it to fit, so you behave.”

He wagged his finger at him, though there was no malice in his voice.

Michael sighed, his hand going to the tied-back afro and petting a section of it, as if disappointed he tucked it away. Sam giggled a little, plucking the hat from his hands.

“Don’t worry, when I take you home tonight I’ll fluff it back up, just for you.” He grinned, though his words seemed to have a darker intent behind them.

Michael nodded a little, and Sam tossed the hat to the side. Pressing him back against the wall and now going back to trailing his palm down his front.

“Afterall, I would think the real Michael Myers would be a bit overdue for a nice relaxing night in, don’t you agree?”

His hand then found what he was looking for, a bulge in the crotch of the coveralls. He raised an eyebrow when he found it, sneering.

“Oh you naughty boy.” He purred, pressing the heel of his palm against the brunt of it.

The killer gasped, a small grunt huffing out of the placid silicone.

“You have been enjoying yourself haven’t you?” Sam questioned, hand rubbing along the clothed length of his erection.

Heat began to pool within Sam’s own stomach, a thrilling electricity that made him hum as he watched Michael squirm. How wonderfully sickening this development was~

“And here I thought it was just killing that gave you a hard on, oh you naughty thing.” He giggled a little, pressing himself as close as he could to Michael.

He could hear his breathing, loud and heavy under the mask as his hips tried to resettle under the friction. His hands were trembling slightly as he cupped Sam’s waist, kneading the fabric of his shirt to try and ease internal tension.

Sam licked his lips, cheeks flushing and mouth watering as he thought of the mess under those coveralls. Skin, blood, sweat, and muscle. All for him to use and devour however he pleased. Oh to think of him wandering around, scaring some innocent park-goer, hearing them scream in fear like that, the scent of blood fresh on his clothes…and being hard as a rock all the while. Something about it tickled the darkness of Sam’s mind, and he could already feel himself getting wet from it.

He let go of his crotch, Michael grunting and pushing his waist forward- pressing himself as flush as possible to not lose the friction. Sam felt his cunt weep against his boxers, both their clothed dicks flush against each other. It made Sam’s eyes widen and flash with a twisted fascination.

“Oh please, if I had any decency you wouldn’t be here at all.” He teased.

He then found the zipper of the coveralls and almost tore it open, getting an eye full of the white sweat-dampened undershirt he wore underneath. Michael was quick to shrug off the rest, and the unmistakable blue coveralls of the killer hit the ground with a splat at his ankles. He stepped out of them, kicking them to the side as Sam lifted up his undershirt and greedily explored his chest.

Michael grabbed hold of Sam’s collar when he began to tease his nipple, huffing sharply and grunting when he flicked it. Sam felt his cock prod against his boxers- damn near rock hard from just teasing him.

“I didn’t think such a brutal killer would be so sensitive.” Sam giggled, licking the cheek of the mask.

“But what to do with you?” The question was purred, uttered in a way so fanciful that it could only entice the wilds of imagination.

Michael himself made a low noise, almost a growl. His dead eyes glimmering to life for just a moment as the words soaked into him. Impatient, eager, unabashedly horny. It made Sam bite his lip, giggling a wave of excitement hit him full force. He had been secretly itching for this the whole night, ever since he went through that haunted house and the thought first occurred. Such a wonderful turn of events this was indeed.

He took his hand off Michael’s chest, the one that had been rubbing him off against his boxers now slipping under the waistband. It made the killer grunt again as his hand found his bare cock, and began to stroke it. The noise came almost forcefully from the mask- like it was from deep within him. Sam chuckled low, leaning into his neck and breathing deep- the stench of blood and sweat almost getting him high.

“You gonna be a good little slasher and let me fuck you at your own attraction?” He asked.

There was a joke hidden in that remark somewhere, but Sam didn’t have the patience to find it as he squeezed Michael’s dick.

The killer jolted, huffing and groaning as quietly as he could; Sam feeling his precum begin drip onto his wrist, and cock twitching in his grip- betraying the outward stoicness he was rumored to possess. But here he was, nodding to Sam’s command instantly. His chest heaving under that sweaty white shirt, hands trembling as they let go of his collar.

“Groovy.” Sam purred, hand leaving his boxers and pulling them down.

Michael let out a breath as his cock bobbed free, waiting for Sam to touch him again. He instead noticed the bulge in Sam’s jeans as he undid his belt.

Sam caught his gaze, snickering a bit as he pulled off his belt.

“I fixed it up when I was in the bathroom, just you wait sweetpea.”

He unbuttoned his jeans and unzipped them, Michael watching whilst stroking himself gently. Sam unbuttoned his jeans, revealing the jockstrap harness he wore. and finally his stiffened dick. Michael paused for a moment, his cum-slick hand running over the silicone. He tilted his head in his critique.

“Too big for you?” Sam snickered. “It’s the 7 and a half one, I thought you’d appreciate it.”

Michael huffed, Sam’s ego swelling at the disgruntled reaction of their dick sizes- which Sam now had him beat on by a good inch. But The Shape didn’t seem bothered by it for very long as he then pressed his hips flush against him and rubbed his own length against his. Sam gladly took hold of both their shafts- even if his wouldn’t feel it, he began to stroke them anyway. He licked his lips as Michael’s weeping dick slicked up his own.

“Always such a slut for me.” He remarked, planting a wet kiss on the lips of the mask.

Michael made a small- almost startled noise, Sam kissing hard enough against the silicone to catch his real mouth as well. He added his tongue, licking the places where he could feel The Shape’s real lips against the mask. It made the killer begin to tremble again, his eyes still open as Sam somehow was able to violate his shield against the world. The shock of it only made him hornier. There was a string of saliva when he pulled away, licking his lips as if savoring the taste.

He pulled Sam’s hand away, his strap now slick with his precum. Sam paused for a moment, catching his gaze to try and figure out what he wanted. He was panting like a dog left out in the hot sun- grunting a little in his fever. His eyes flashing in the dim leftovers of light from the crowded theme park.

Red light drifted by them as Sam grinned wildly. The shadows catching eerily along their features, as if the demons that lived beneath their flesh were revealed. Somewhere nearby the pyro show was starting, and the lightshow just so happened to include them as well. Sam sucked on 2 of his fingers, pushing Michael back against the wall with his other hand.

He was quick to find his hole, but Michael was faster; he grabbed his wrist, shaking his head with an impatient grunt and grabbing the shaft of his dick and pulling it forward.

Oh.

Sam giggled again.

“You want it that bad huh?” He sneered, though he tilted his head a bit. “But are you sure?”

He caught Michael’s gaze with the last question, The Shape shivering a little but nodding all the same.

Sam shrugged, shaking his head a bit at his his casual disregard for safe sex practices. If it was anyone else he would’ve been concerned, but this was Michael Myers- it probably would feel strange if it didn’t hurt in some way. And knowing how horny he was before this, the creep could’ve prepared himself beforehand anyway. Sam didn’t mind much either way, only that it made him wetter. Made him want to fuck him all the more.

He then lifted Michael’s leg, biting his lip as his ass was spread. His mind spinning as he guided his dick to his entrance- beginning to grind against his ass.

Already the packer was doing its job, even on Sam’s end of things. Rubbing his own cock off as well as milking Michael’s.

“You gonna take it huh? Gonna take my big cock like the creep you are?” He teased, now beginning to prod at his entrance with the tip.

He pressed against it, giving little warning before forcing the tip inside him. The intrusion punched out an “uh” noise from The Shape, who’s trembling hands splaying out to keep himself steady against the wall as he panted; one bending back next to his head.

Sam only gave him a moment to adjust before he pushed further past his tightness, the stretch making Michael full on moan as he was forced to take it halfway. Sam only watched with a maddened and down right sadistic grin as his length disappeared inside of him. His legs were shaking, his cock dribbling cum as Sam expertly guided himself right against his prostate.

Even with the mask on he was such a beautiful sight. The stench of sex and blood wafting off of him as he huffed in a meager attempt to regain control, the sweat making his heaving chest stick against the white shirt. His body, his hands, his legs. Agents of so much destruction and mutilation- trembling in arousal before him like he was some teenage virgin. The Light Show continued, now coating them in a cool electric blue as Sam pulled out a bit. He could feel Michael’s tightness fighting back, and he cursed God yet again that he couldn’t feel it the way other men would.

Michael hissed as he moved, fingers turning red as he clutched the concrete behind him. Sam rocked his hips slow, teasing little thrusts that hinted at what was to come.

“I didn’t think a killer like you would have such a tight ass.” He purred.

Michael just grunted, sounding more impatient than anything.

Sam tilted his head, smiling with mock sympathy as he jerked his hips forward suddenly. Eyes glittering as it brought forth another little moan.

“You want more?”

The movement left Michael almost slipping off the wall, the leg he stood on buckling under him as he leaned forward a little to try and regain balance. Sam only clicked his tongue, as if scolding him.

“Poor Mikey, sometimes it just really helps to get a leg up on the situation.” Sam half-sighed.

He then grabbed the underside of Michael’s other leg, hoisting it up so the Shape was straddling him.

He pulled out almost all the way, tugging Michael’s body so that only his chest and arms were against the wall- the rest of his body now suspended and held up by Sam. His eyes wide under the mask, the light from the show now scrambling into different colors as the intro to “Living Dead Girl” boomed out.

Who is this irresistible creature who has an insatiable love for the dead?

Sam then slammed into him, Michael's legs clenching in his grasp as he cried out almost pornagraphically. The sweat glistening on his skin as Sam began to fuck him proper.

The music was loud enough to hide the noise of their encounter, but not loud enough that Sam couldn’t still hear him. His head was spinning with giddiness at Michael’s receptiveness, every twitch of his hips making him huff and shudder. It was like some fucked up album cover, and the theatrics of it had Sam over the moon.

The strap stimulated Sam as well, each movement rubbing his clit as well- almost like he was really fucking him. Michael’s nails dug into the wall as he picked up the pace- selfishly chasing his high. The killer beginning to whimper around him like a goddamn whore as he pistoned into him. Nothing but his shaking arms and failing core strength kept him steady.

“Enjoying yourself now, sweetheart?” Sam’s words were cruel, evil beyond all measure.

He slammed Michael further against the wall, The Shape’s legs wrapping around him as he pulled their hips flush and fucked deep into him. His head lolled back as he mewled with wild cock-drunk eyes.

“You needed a good fuck didn’t you?“ He half-giggled, spit flying from his mouth. “G-g-good little killer n-n-needed his pretty ass nailed in some dark alleyway huh?”

Sam huffed, swallowing back his own moan. Michael just whimpered in response, the noise pooling right to Sam’s clit. In one swift movement he had Michael’s back against the wall again, Michael immediately grabbing hold of him like a lifeline. Now Sam could really hear him, hear the small “uh” that slipped out of as he snapped his hips back into him. Feel his body shuddering as he was forced closer and closer to his end.

“Awwww is m-m-my little slasher gonna cum?” He asked with mock sweetness.

He watched as The Shape nodded uselessly, and he could almost picture the face underneath it…he would get that mask off him later. But what a slut he could be anyway.

Sam leaned into him, inches from the mask. His vision blurred as his pleasure began to reach its peak. He couldn’t help the small grunt that escaped him.

“Cum for me baby, cmon. C-c-cum like the fucking slut you are.”

Almost on command, Michael came with a loud and utterly broken moan. Sam fucking him in ernest as he did. But he quickly followed as he felt his cum on his shirt, the killer mewling as more of his load spurted between them in thick ropes.

He was shaking when it was over, even whimpering a little as the last of his seed dribbled onto the ground. his head then rolled forward onto Sam’s shoulder.

Sam himself wasn’t quite done, in a wild desire to preserve his orgasm he continued to fuck him. Drilling into him even when Michael had nothing left, legs now full on twitching as he overstimulated him.

His rhythm slowed as he came down from his climax, slowing and slowing until with one final roll of his hips, he stopped. His cock still buried inside of him as they both caught their breath.

The pyro show continued, the lights drifting to a villainous purple. The song had long since shifted, however now they caught the beginnings of “Head Like A Hole,” as well as the thrilled screams of the audience.

Sam chuckled to himself when he heard it.

“I wonder what they’re screaming about.” He asked.

Michael just groaned, shaking his head. His body was shivering like he had been left out in the cold.

Sam just smiled, wiggling his hips a little.

“Maybe they realized what a good fuck the boogeyman is, don’t you agree?”

Michael whimpered at the movement, only strong enough to tense up around him. Sam just laughed, kissing the cheek of his mask as he held him there. The Shape still completely at his mercy

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