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CR! Look-See

A/N: Here's some canon things about my technical AU! Look-See until I get Cursed Ring Pt. 2 up (I'm typing it up, I swear. I just got a new laptop and everything, lol.)

Very sassy.

Learned both ASL and BSL in his downtime just to have something to do, but soon discovered his telepathic abilities and fell out of practice. (Still fluent, just not as fast; yes, it’s a sore spot for him, so shush.)

Can absolutely recognize sarcasm (it’s technically a negative emotional response) but is oblivious to most romantic expression (namely flirting) unless you straight up tell him what you’re doing. As soon as he catches on, he will make you blush.

Learned English from his followers and other… “entities”

Does, in fact, know what the internet is and it’s the one thing on this Earth that terrifies him; he still won’t say what he saw to make this the case, but we can guess

Mans is 75% ‘Black Cat’, 20% ‘Ginger Cat’, and 5% ‘No Thoughts, Only Rage’

Knows how to sew but doesn’t feel like doing it most of the time. So he crotchets instead. Make it make sense.

Is a terrible cook. Please don’t let him near a stove.

He does make good smoothies, though, so I guess he’s got that going for him, lol

And finally, he will scare the shit out of you just for fun. It brings him joy.

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maybe it's the past that's talking... screaming from the crypt.

the great war chapter 4

ona batlle x reader

you and ona enjoy being together, even when it isn't always easiest.

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Worrying your lip between your teeth, you scrolled further through the comments on your girlfriend's latest instagram post. The two of you had gone to breakfast with Lucy, and Ona had posted a picture of the food. She didn't post either of you, but fans had noticed Lucy's hand, identified by her wrist tattoo, in the corner of the picture, and they'd gone off the rails.

They were convinced Lucy and Ona were together. It shouldn't have bothered you, but it did. Maybe because of what had happened with Alessia; you'd never really been a jealous person before now. Or, maybe it was that you cared more for Ona than you had for anyone else in your life, and the idea of her being with someone else left you feeling ill.

You were being ridiculous. There was nothing to worry about, you told yourself. Your stomach still twisted with anxiety though, and you had to work hard to school your features when Ona emerged from the bedroom, having gone off to shower. She wasn't really paying attention, looking at her phone as she took a seat next to you on the couch, absentmindedly kissing the top of your head as she did so.

You quickly turned your phone off, letting it fall onto the couch. Ona was focused on whatever was on her phone screen, and you felt a pang of terror; was she talking to Lucy? Were the fans right? Was there something there?

You'd never felt so insane in your life. You didn't want to say anything, because Ona had never given you a reason not to trust her, and you didn't want to seem overbearing and obsessive. At the same time, you felt like you could cry, the mere possibility that something was going on between Ona and Lucy making your heart squeeze in your chest.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Ona asked suddenly, turning her body to face you.

"Nothing! Do you want to watch something?" You asked, changing the subject. You were being absurd. You trusted Ona.

Ona grabbed the TV remote before you could, holding it behind your back as she gazed at you.

"Oni," you groaned, trying to reach around her to grab the remote.

She caught your arm easily, tilting her head. "The next words out of your mouth better be, 'Oni, I am upset because...'"

You gave up on the remote, folding your arms and settling back against the couch.

"Do not be grouchy, amor. Talk to me." Before you'd met Ona, you weren't sure you'd ever met anyone as stubborn as you knew you were. Your girlfriend rivaled you, though, and you knew you were fighting a losing battle.

You thought for a moment, the brunette waiting patiently for you to gather your thoughts. She'd pried one of your arms away from your chest, taking one of your hands in hers, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

"Did you see the comments under your post?" You asked her quietly, peeking at her out of the corner of your eye.

"I did. They can be idiots sometimes, amor, you know that." Ona said, taking in your expression. "Are you upset about what they are saying?"

You shrugged, fighting a wave of emotion at how kind, how understanding, your girlfriend was being.

"What is it that is upsetting you? That they think Lucy and I are together, or that they do not know you and I are together?" She questioned, clearly determined to understand why you were upset, and fix it.

"It's just. There isn't... anything between you and Lucy is there?" You asked in a small voice, eyes flitting up to Ona's quickly, trying to see if you'd made her mad with your question.

She didn't look mad, though. Only a little sad, as she took your face in her hands, gently cradling your cheeks. "No. There is nothing between me and Lucy. I love you. Only you."

Ona didn't ask you why you were so suspicious, so insecure. She didn't need to.

"I'm sorry, Oni. I trust you, you've never given me a reason not to trust you, it's just..." you trailed off, not really sure how to express the emotions waging war in your head at that moment.

"It's that someone betrayed your trust before, and you didn't expect it. That is bound to leave some marks, amor. I am not angry. I will tell you that I love you, and only you, as many times as you need to hear it." The defender told you sincerely. Her eyes were practically hearts looking at you, and you were dove forward, pulling her into a tight hug before you even really knew what you were doing.

Your face was hidden in her shirt, her arms wrapped tightly around you. You were blinking back tears, not because you were upset anymore. Now, it was because Ona just seemed to understand you. So perfectly. She knew what you were thinking before you even had the chance to say it.

"Cariño? Did I say the wrong thing?" Ona asked quietly.

You pulled from her embrace, mashing your lips into hers for a minute. "No, you were perfect. You are perfect." You assured her, pressing your forehead to hers. You were sporting matching grins, and neither of you could bring yourselves to care about how disgustingly love sick you probably looked.

"You are the perfect one," Ona whispered, pairing the words with a soft kiss to the tip of your nose.

Maybe, you were both perfect, together.

-----

It was an open secret within the team that you were together. A few people knew for sure, Ingrid, Mapi, Alexia, and Lucy, while everyone else had... very strong suspicions. Outside of the team though, the general public had not a single clue that you were together.

As such, rumors about Ona and Lucy, Ona and Keira, Ona and... everyone, persisted. As time passed, it seemed like it was only increasingly bothering you. Which was why Ona decided to bring up something she'd been considering for a few weeks, sitting on the couch next to you on the way to an important away game. You were distracted, scrolling through twitter, when Ona spoke up.

"Do you ever thing about coming out?" She wondered aloud.

You didn't look up from your phone. "Ona, I'm already out. And so are you, indirectly. Everyone knows you're gay. Look at you." Ona briefly looked offended, before glancing down at her very gay outfit, and giving up on arguing with what you'd said.

"No, not come out of the closet. Come out... about us." That got your attention.

"Like tell the team? I think they all already know, Oni, and they're just trying to be nice."

Ona wasn't quite sure why you weren't understanding what she was so clearly asking you. "No, amor. Go public. On instagram or something. Not like an announcement, something like how Ingrid and Mapi did it."

You were quiet for a moment, and Ona anxiously watched your face. Had she miscalculated? Did you not want people to know about the two of you?

"Why would you want to do that?" You asked neutrally. Your tone was completely free of emotion either way, and Ona sighed, wishing she knew what you were thinking, like she normally did.

"Well, I know the rumors make you uncomfortable, and the only way to get them to stop is..." Ona trailed off, surprised by the sudden sullen expression on your face.

"I don't want you to do that for me, Ona. I can handle the rumors. We don't have to tell everyone before you're ready."

"No! I want to tell people. I... I want everyone to know that you're mine."

Your response wasn't even out of your mouth before a pained groan, and then a yelp, sounded from behind you. Exchanging looks, you and Ona stood slightly, and peeked over the seat.

Mapi and Ingrid were sitting behind you; Mapi rubbing her arm whilst glaring at Ingrid, who was returning the glare.

"Is there a problem, León?" Ona asked coldly.

"No, no problem here," Ingrid replied, smiling apologetically.

"Yes there is!" Mapi cut in. "The problem is that I am trying to enjoy the drive, and the two of you are dancing in circles around something you both clearly want."

You and Ona gaped at her, and Ingrid elbowed her again, hard.

"Stop doing that!" Mapi cried, looking over at her girlfriend with a hurt expression on her face. "I'll fix it for you." She dropped her voice a pitch, turning to one side. "Y/n, can we tell people we're together?" She raised her voice up a bit, turning to face the other way. "Why, yes, Ona, I'd love nothing more."

She turned back to face the two of you, smiling triumphantly. "There, it is all better now."

You and Ona were at a loss for words, and it appeared Ingrid was as well.

"I don't know how you put up with her." You said finally, looking sympathetically at Ingrid.

"I don't either." Ingrid replied, pinching the bridge of her nose between two fingers and looking rather exasperated.

"Hey! Amor!" Mapi complained, launching into a disgruntled explanation as to why "you don't put up with me, you LOVE me." You and Ona turned back, sitting down in your seats again, trying to keep your smirking to a minimum.

It was quiet for a few moments, before the two of you looked shyly at each other, breaking into giggles.

"I wish she wasn't right." Ona admitted.

"Me too, but she is." You agreed.

The specifics were to be decided later, you both agreed, before you focused on your pre-match routines, headphones on even as your hands tangled together secretly, tucked under the sweatshirt draped across Ona's lap.

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You weren't an overly aggressive player, not really. It wasn't often you got carded, and when you did, it was normally warranted. You were always the player calming the others down on the pitch, encouraging them to let the ref deal with situations.

The wave of anger that washed over you, when the number 9 on the opposing team practically tackled your girlfriend to the ground was not a feeling that you could recall experiencing before. Ona's head smacked painfully on the grass, and you could tell by the dazed look on her face that she was hurt. You moving towards her in an instant, as your teammates appealed to the ref for a card and a penalty. Cata was crouched over Ona protectively, trying to make sure everyone gave her space until the medics could reach her.

Cata made to move out of the way as you approached and allow you to take her spot, already planning on how she was going to tease you later about the way you'd instantly rushed to Ona's side the minute she'd gone down. Instead, you walked right passed the pair, barreling toward's the girl that took Ona out, who was loitering a few feet away. Your hands connected with number nine's chest, shoving her backwards. The girl stumbled, coming back at you with a matching shove. It only escalated from there, and by the time your teammates got in between you, punches had been thrown.

It took Mariona and Lucy together to get you separated from the other girl, your lip bleeding, a bruise around your eye already forming. You'd never felt angrier in your entire life. That girl could have hurt Ona, badly. It had been a completely unnecessary action, too, and you could see out of the corner of your eye that Ona was being led off the pitch, supported by a medic on each side.

Even as Mario encouraged you to calm down, and Lucy rubbed your shoulder, you still struggled against your teammates, feeling like you had more to give to the girl being restrained not far from you. That was, until Ingrid and Irene stepped in front of you, blocking your view.

"Calm down." Irene said icily, clearly not appreciating your momentary excursion into vigilante justice.

"She-" You started.

"-We saw what she did. So did the ref. She was about to get carded when you stepped in." Ingrid said, a look of disappointment clear on her face.

"Ona-" You began again, twisting to try to find her on the pitch.

"-Is fine. The medics are getting her off now. You're about to get a red, and you're going to take it, apologize to the ref and the girl, and get off the pitch." Irene told you, glaring as you started to object.

You nodded finally, and your teammates released you, moving out of the way as the ref walked in your direction.

"Nice right hook," Mario whispered in your ear, before following the others off to the side. You fought back a smile at her compliment, focusing on the ref. You did get a red card, as did the other player. She threw the first punch after all, escalating the tussle to a full blown fight.

You apologized to the ref, like you were told to, and you tried to apologize to the other girl but she brushed you off heading for the sidelines. You followed her, feeling the burning gaze of every single one of your teammates on you as you walked off the pitch. You stopped briefly by Jona, who patted you on the back supportively.

"I would yell, but Alexia is already waiting for you in the tunnel," he said quietly, knowing that pretty much everyone was more afraid of Alexia than of him. You nodded, heading towards the tunnel.

Now that you were off the pitch and away from the situation, you felt embarrassment at how you'd acted burn through your body. More than that, though, you just wanted to check on your girlfriend.

Alexia stood, effectively blocking your way to find Ona, arms crossed over her chest, an unimpressed look on her face. She was resting this game, unfortunately for you. Mapi was too, but she was nowhere to be found. Everyone else was still outside on the bench, and you hoped that meant that Mapi was with Ona.

You walked towards Alexia tentatively, wincing when she grabbed your chin and inspected your wounds. Her finger brushed over your lip, and your eye, before she released your chin, and grabbed your hand. Your knuckles were split, and she pressed gently around, watching carefully as you winced.

"Say something." You said finally, unable to take the silence any longer.

"Oh? You want me to say something? I thought you only settled issues with violence." The blonde said, and you shrunk under her sharp gaze.

"Alexia,"

"No. Be quiet. I do not want to hear it. I am disappointed in you, nena."

Your eyes fell to the floor, heart clenching in your chest at Alexia's words, obviously chosen to make you feel guilty, as was deserved. You'd messed up, and you would take what was coming to you.

Alexia launched into a lecture about responsibility, reliability, the team, getting carded, and generally being an idiot. She didn't get very far into it though, before a door opened, and a voice called to you from down the hall. Alexia turned around, and you peeked past her, seeing Mapi leaning out of a doorway.

"Ona is asking for you," she said, an impressed grin on her face. You pushed right past Alexia, rushing down the hall towards Mapi.

"Hey! I was not done yelling!" Alexia called after you. Her footsteps followed you down the hall, but you really couldn't bring yourself to care. You slipped past Mapi into the dimly lit room, and found your girlfriend on a recovery table, awaiting you with a poorly hidden smile.

"Oni," you sighed, relief filling you at the sight of her. You moved closer to press a soft kiss to her forehead, pulling back to look down at her. "Are you okay? How are you feeling?"

"How am I feeling? What about you?" She asked, looking up at your swelling face with a wry grin.

"I'm fine," you dismissed. "Do you have a concussion?"

"No, somehow. Just a bump." Ona promised.

"I guess you do not need to announce anything anymore." Mapi said gleefully. You and Ona both glared at her, before you turned your focus back to your girlfriend.

"She's right. I made it... very obvious."

"I liked it," Ona said quietly, a shy smile on her face.

Behind you, Alexia cleared her throat. You sighed, leaning your head down to hide your face in Ona's neck. "Ask her to go away." You mumbled. Ona laughed under you.

"I am not getting involved."

"Even though I was defending your honor?" You asked incredulously.

"Sí, mi amor. I do not get in the way of Alexia and a lecture she wants to give."

You sighed loudly, before pulling away and turning towards your captain, resigned to your fate.

-----

The team had decided to go out to celebrate the win, and although Alexia had gotten her anger out of her system, she still wasn't letting you OR Ona head to a bar after sustaining mild injuries.

Instead, she accompanied you and Ona back to your apartment. Ingrid and Mapi joined you. It took around an hour for everyone to agree on dinner. Eventually, Alexia got annoyed and picked for everyone. Deciding on a movie to watch was equally as difficult. Mid argument, the doorbell rang. You got up to answer the door, thinking it was the food delivery.

You weren't looking when you opened the door, glancing behind you to laugh at something Mapi said, when a quiet voice had you freezing in your tracks.

"Y/n?"

You turned towards the opened door, towards the familiar soft voice, familiar adorable accent. She was stood in front of you, in a red arsenal sweatshirt, blonde hair pulled into a tight ponytail. She looked just as beautiful as she always did, blue eyes peering at you apprehensively.

"Less?" You asked.

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cliffhanger? again?

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Riddlers with a s/o who really likes horror movies, old ones, news one, everything in between long as it's horror? Need to know who's ear I can talk off

"Riddlers and Horror Movies" Riddler party x Reader

Several of these riddlers share direct horror movie quirks with me have fun guessing which. Also listed favorite horror film(s).

TW: horror films, blood and gore descriptions, mentions of emotional self-harm

Gotham

He's the guy who is going to contradict and tell you every medical inaccuracy of the deaths and mechanics in the movies. Yes, of course there's suspension of disbelief but at some point things are just wrong.

Babe, that should be arterial blood but they're portraying venous blood consistency :(

If you don't mind him talking at length about how these things would actually go OR conversely how well the sfx portrayed real injuries, he is your horror movie buddy! None of it bothers him considering how many real life murder, suicide and accident victims he's had to perform autopsies on.

Cuddling with his gangly legs on the couch bundled up in a big blanket with you while the sounds of screams echo from the tv and fill the room. Huge smile. He especially old classics when you're in the mood. Black and white films and transatlantic accents... It sounds like a great night to him.

Favorite Horror Movies: Might be a surprise but he really loves "Freaks" from 1932. He will talk for a long time about how, even though many of the disabled actors were ostracized on set, the fact that they were present at all is significant. The ableist assholes get theirs in the end! He also has a lot of fondness for "Re-animator."

Btas

He's the one interested in the sfx rambles. What, you think he designed a video game and labyrinth for a theme park just because he's intelligent? He likes behind the scenes work. God help everyone if he and Scarecrow decided to get together to make a haunted house.

You ever see those huge animatronics in horror mazes, especially the huge end show pieces? That's where his interest goes.

Depending on how much you watch and express interest in that kind of thing, he genuinely might start making horror animatronics and programs. He has the know-how! His would be the realistic looking ones, especially for animals. Spooky but definitely based in forms you see in real life.

Well, beautiful, you might have helped him find a very profitable side gig. Everyone else might be sore at you for a while, though, given Edward scaring the fuck out of them with holograms and mechanics. Plus more team-ups with Scarecrow.

All this because you wanted to watch horror movies with him. His darling <3

Favorite horror movie: "The Thing" (1982) and while it's not his absolute favorite, he ends up enjoying "Willy's Wonderland" a lot for both the animatronics and video game nods.

60s

The old ones with little to no gore is fine! More modern hack and slashers might be a little too spooky for him :( definitely never show him "Hostel" or anything in that vein.

Truthfully, it's not the violence or the blood, he's seen that. It's the suffering that gets him. It all seems so pointless and needless. At least when he's attempting to cut batman into tiny pieces using a comically giant fan, there's a goal or point. In his mind, anyways.

Before dating you his idea of horror was "Dracula", "Frankenstein"... "The Ghost and Mr. Chicken".... Start with horror that has a more comedic or cheesy element- "Little Shop of Horrors" to "Tucker & Dale vs. Evil." "Creepshow" 1 and 2 from the 80s! If you ease him into it and don't go too extreme, he'll love watching horror movies with you.

Favorite Horror Movie: OKAY THIS IS CHEATING BECAUSE IT'S NOT A MOVIE BUT. He'd be a HUGE fan of the "Tales from the Crypt" show from the early 90s (that is almost impossible to find streaming rip my horror uncle The Cryptkeeper). Horror plus puns. He will always take a funny, morbid pun! Plus... man can appreciate a cackle. He also has several opinions about the original "Suspiria."

Zero Year

It has to have something of a decent story or he's not paying attention. Where is the BACKGROUND? Sidenote: if you get him into something like Bloodborne (I know, not a movie) with lots of lore, expect to not see him for a hot minute as he consumes all the information he can like a sponge.

He tends to favor psychological horror- Although, if it means spending time with you and gaining favor, he would watch most anything. Especially if there's the possibility of close physical affection... ANYWAYS. He's also the one who wants to watch a bunch of foreign language film horror such as "Les yeux sans visage" in original French.

Another thing is that he will watch things over and over and over again with you if you want. Part of it is the undiagnosed neurodivergency. Part of it is because you always catch new details when you watch things again. Him noticing something that you didn't and him getting to tell you and impressing you is a special kind of high. He will talk about movies for hours afterwards. "Jacob's Ladder" has been a several hours long dissection MULTIPLE TIMES.

Favorite Horror Movies: "Angel Heart" is his top all time favorite. If you haven't seen it, he will practically tie you up to watch it together- He also really enjoyed "The Lighthouse" and "Us."

Arkham

Similar to BTAS, he is also interested in the animatronics. His, however, would lean to body horror and sci-fi. Something about biology and machine blending together... it gets him kind of excited.

He will sit and work while watching you play something like Deadspace (sorry, a game again) for HOURS. Then he wants to watch the prequel movie with you. Also if you don't mind subtitles, he has this recommendation for "Tetsuo: The Iron Man" if you haven't seen it already. And if you haven't... You are in for an experience.

In short, this man is about the body horror. He likes other horror too, but that's his bread and butter. Sci-fi horror as well. Bonus when there is overlap. He's seen "Annihilation" at least twenty times and has the books dog-eared and rough from multiple reads somewhere in his belongings. Yes, they are ultimately different, but he's in love with the concept enough that to him he appreciates both.

He is going to scare you with animatronics he makes. Sometimes intentionally. Sometimes not. Have fun with that.

Favorite horror movies: Cronenberg period but he has a special fondness for "Videodrome" and "The Fly" (1986).

Telltale

Despite it being an excellent movie, he despises "Jacob's Ladder." It brings up too many unpleasant thoughts. Movies, especially horror, with medical experimentation are a trigger though he'll never say it out loud. You find this out as you discuss watching certain movies and see the connection between all of them.

That being said, the horror movies he likes have two themes: they have meaning/ a message or they involve transformation. The first is because anything too simple bores him. The second is totally absolutely NOT because of projection of his own trauma.

Show him "Get Out" and "Nope" and he gains a deep reverence for Jordan Peele as a writer and director. Intelligent, entertaining, and the perfect amount of horror mixed in. Kind of a fan, only you know, really.

80s version of "The Fly" makes him emotional and you probably only watch it once with him. He likes it a lot! Just... the slow transformation via a science accident is very relatable. Madness overtaking you.

Favorite horror movies: "An American Werewolf In London" it's a classic. Not to mention in his opinion one of the best transformation scenes in a movie.

2022/nashton

Ha... so here's the thing. He likes "Hostel" and movies like that with lots of violence and gore. He's even seen "Wolf Creek" and got some real excitement out of it. HOWEVER. Movies in that vein are a form of emotional self-harm for him. He likes them in the moment but they also usually trigger massive anxiety and depression episodes for him later on in the day/night.

Others like "Se7en" (I know it's a thriller not true horror), "Saw" and the like are usually okay. There's a distinctive difference that may only exist in his own mind, but the more you watch with him, the more you'll find out which movies are "safe" for him. Which is good! He does like horror movies, but as we know from the prequel comics, he's not always good at taking care of himself due to massive amounts of trauma.

He loves films that are gems that aren't super well known in the US when he can find them. Have you seen the Korean horror film "The Silenced"? No? You're in for a treat.

He likes movies that have a logic or puzzle to them. Complex mechanics and traps. A sick sense of justice dispensed.

Favorite horror movies: The "Saw" series. Also "The Collector." He sees the upside down shot with the reflective contacts and the spider allegories and his eyes dilate like a cat seeing it's favorite toy.

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Hello can i ask for a Spike x 20 something female reader. She is a demon but she looks human, here's the kicker she's tiny like REALLY tiny, small enough to fit in somones hand. Shes about 6-7 inches tall and she's small permanently like all the time.AvatarnovenaproxySpike would have heard about what type of demon she is but he just thought they're a myth so he'd be suprised and curious about her. I also imagine y/n would be pretty skiddish being so small means being rather vulnerable

I can't get the idea out of my head of Spike teasing the reader by tickling her under her chin with his finger 😳 I also imagine apon seeing Spike she'd try to hide from him can be intimidating and she's vulnerable as mentioned previously.

A/n: As described above, reader is super tiny so don't feel obliged to read if you're not into it !!

You can always send me in a little prompt of your own and if it takes my inspiration I will write you something small (like this reader lol)

Warning: little fight. Biting (but not what you think).

Spike and fem!demon!reader (srry they don't get on) 💖

Bite back:

Spike was lonely. He can only think that was why he had done it. I mean, sure, he was curious but he could have just a sooner read up on your kind. God knows he had the time. An eternity, even.

He was bored and honestly, you had been annoying him. Buzzing about, standing on the bar and commenting on everything he was doing. He had tried to swat you away more than once but you had been persistently bothering him since he had arrived.

That was, until he snatched you up along with a beer for the road, pocketed you and took him to his crypt. He grumbled the entire time, you only caught some of it after having a fight with some of the lint and crap rolling about in his pocket. He kept his hand in there, preventing you from making a big jump and escaping from his grip.

He let you out once he closed the door, setting you on the table next to his sofa and staring at you as if you were some kind of annoying bug. Poking and prodding at you.

Usually, you had confidence bigger than your height. You were decidedly palm-sized in stature. But now, suddenly, you were frightened.

You ran, hiding behind cobwebs and piles of crap that spike had left around his crypt. He chased you around, every step of his like a small earthquake to you. He eventually managed to snatch you up again.

“Not so tough now are you, pet?”

“I’m not some pet! Let me go!” You squealed, struggling against his closed hand.

"Now, now don't get your knickers in a twist" he chuckled, moving his free hand to tickle under your chin. You scowled, announcing him as your enemy which made him chuckle even harder.

You made a decision, biting down on his pointer finger, making him yelp in surprise rather than pain. He shook his hand to try and get you off but you had clamped down, trying your best to hurt him. You eventually let go, the force of the way his hand was shaking to remove you sent you flying across the room.

"Bloody women! Even when you're bloody pintsize you give me nothin' but hassle!" He shouted, kicking various pieces of furniture in his home.

"Maybe it's because you treat us like objects" You frowned, though anyone looking would probably describe it as cute.

"Not my fault you look like a bloody thimble now is it" He shouted vaguely in the direction of your voice.

You hid for a while, moving slightly if spike got close to finding you. Eventually he got bored and went to watch tv.

You had a plan. You had found that you could climb up the crumbling wall to unlatch the lock on his door. But you needed a distraction.

You quietly made your way to his fridge, hoping to find something you could work with. Your eyes lit up as you managed, with a lot of effort, to pop open the door and clamber up the shelves to look inside.

You crashed about in the fridge as you turned the lid of a jar. Spike heard something and muted the tv. He didn't have much going on in his life at the moment, what with being recently chipped and all, so the prospect of annoying and teasing you was too great.

"Fe-Fi-Fo-Fum, I smell the blood of-" Spike "No, I actually do smell blood. This should be fun" he grinned, following the scent to his fridge.

You tipped it so that it spilled over him. Laughing at his curses and yells you as he tried to wipe it off him only to spread it around more.

You took your chance, taking a running jump at the wall and unlatching the lock on your first try. You let the door open itself and slid through the widening crack.

"This isn't the bloody end of this! I'll find you again you sodding jumped up little Thumbelina!" He insisted, watching you running out of the door and into the soft light of dawn.

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Acradelius "Kinktober" (2022) Masterlist!

(posted from mobile, sorry for the weird format)

As stated above, this is my current Masterlist for this year's Kinktober writing event! Now, because this is my first year participating in Kinktober it's not going to be exactly like the usual Kinktober type of posts. Down below you can find the fandoms and characters that I'm going to be writing about, and then possibly what the story is going to be featuring or focused around. Some are to be determined, as I'm not sure what exactly to write about them. Suggestions are welcome!

(IMPORTANT - PLEASE READ!)

- For those who have noticed, I do have Offenderman from the Creepypasta fandom in this list. I DO NOT USE THE ORIGINAL CONCEPT OF OFFENDERMAN! The version of Offenderman that I use is from my own Marble Hornets/Creepypasta AU where he is a hopeless romantic, he's not in any way his original concept.

- Similar to the point above, The Operator from Marble Hornets is also on this list. I'm not necessarily using the original concept of it/him, more using my own version of him from my Marble Hornets/Creepypasta AU. In this case, yes it/he does resemble Slenderman, but The Operator is more of a parasitic mimic creature that's looking to manipulate and corrupt other beings in order to gain power.

#1 - (Love, Death + Robots) Alpha!Decker x Alpha!Sobieski x Omega!Reader - [Knotting, Mating]

#2 - (Creepypasta) Slenderman - [Spouse Brat Taming?]

#3 - (General) Demon - [TBD]

#4 - (Love, Death + Robots) Sui - [TBD]

#5 - (Creepypasta) Offender - [Simp, Worship]

#6 - (General) Orc - [Mutual Hookup]

#7 - (Far Cry 5) John Seed - [Confessions]

#8 - (Creepypasta) Lui/Sully - [Jealousy, Competition]

#9 - (Mass Effect) Thane Krios - [Cum Competition, Rivalry]

#10 - (SCP) SCP-106 - [TBD]

#11 - (Marble Hornets/Creepypasta AU) "The Operator" - [Corruption]

#12 - (Mass Effect) Urdnot Wrex - [Unrequited Love, Hookup]

#13 - (Dead Space) Regenerator -[Submission Through Overstimulation]

#14 - (SCP) SCP-035 - [Manipulation]

#15 - (Creepypasta) The Bloody Painter - [Love and Paint Birthday Sex]

#16 - (Predator) Yautja - [TBD]

#17 - (Resident Evil) Mr. X - [Sex Replacement]

#18 - (The Evil Within 2) Stefano Valentini - [Looping Sex/Orgasm, Overstimulation]

#19 - (Far Cry 5) Jacob Seed - [Breeding]

#20 - (Dead By Daylight) Oni - [TBD]

#21 - (Mass Effect) Javik - [Breeding, Species Preservation]

#22 - (Mass Effect) Grunt - [Congratulations Sex or "Glad You're Alive" Sex]

#23 - (SCP) SCP-049 - [TBD]

#24 - (Crypt TV) Look-See - [TBD]

#25 - (Far Cry 5) Eli Palmer - (Cucking)

#26 - (Creepypasta) Codi - [Experimental Drugs, Aphrodisiac]

#27 - (Resident Evil) Tyrant 008/013/016 - (Breeding Experiment, Gangbang)

#28 - (Far Cry 5) Joseph Seed - [Vanilla Sex, Praise, Religious Talk]

#29 - (Mass Effect) Garrus Vakarian - [Friends With Benefits, "Cheating"]

#30 - (Resident Evil or Dead By Daylight) Nemesis - [TBD]

#31 - (Mass Effect) Saren Arterius - [Indoctrination, Manipulation]

#acradelius talks #kinktober #lemon rating #x reader #mass effect #creepypasta #marble hornets #love death and robots #far cry 5 #scp #resident evil

[cryptmonsteruniverseimagines]

(Romantic) The Look-See boyfriend headcanons

requested by @thedragonoffandoms

So much himbo energy. I get that he’s a murderer and all, but with that smile and those shoes? Forget about it. His little ticks never fail to make you smile. And that head tilt? Oh. So cute. Get the camera, he’s gonna be Internet famous. Oh, wait...

Relationships for him are absolutely a contact sport. He’s very touch-oriented, so cuddles and hugs are his favorite thing. He can’t kiss, so he’ll try to compensate by face nuzzles or licks. He also craves cuddles, and no matter what, he absolutely will enforce them. Just got home from a stressful day? Hugs when you walk in. Had the best day ever? He’ll snuggle your brains out. Just feel like laying in bed for no reason at all? You better watch the fuck out, cuz here he comes.

He sometimes likes to just sit there, and... hold you. And not do anything. Just sit on the couch or the bed or wherever and just hold you close, stroking your hair every now and then, purring a little bit when you snuggle into him.

He’ll almost immediately know if you’re feeling down, because he can sense whenever a person is overtaken by negative emotions. And in a weird way, he... doesn’t know what to do. Yes, he knows that his mate is suffering and needs to be comforted, but the only thing he knows to do about suffering people is... well, you’ve seen the series.

Will eat anything — yes, anything — you cook, even if you’re not that good a cook. He has a very strong stomach, and if you say you made it specially for him??? It’s gone. He just inhaled it. It’s gone forever.

Since Look-See is mute, I absolutely believe he would want to learn sign language to communicate with you. If you picked it up yourself or wanted to learn with him, he’d be thrilled.

If he’s gone collecting pieces for a while, he’ll bring you back little gifts. Nothing too noticeable, little trinkets that he finds in his victims’ homes that look interesting to him. He usually goes for shiny things, which has led to a few fillings and/or gold teeth being brought back. Like I said, nothing too noticeable.

This may be a bit creepier than usual, but... he likes to watch you sleep. He doesn’t require sleep as a demon, and this world has its fair share of things that go bump in the night (and day). This isn’t driven by anything stalkery, but a primal desire to keep you safe. Any monsters that try to come for you in the night will be met with a very territorial Look-See sitting at the end of your bed, ready to pounce and fight for your life.

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[fandom-go-round]

Could I get smut scenarios with The Mordeo and The Look-See? Female or afab reader if possible.

Warnings: Canon Typical Violence, Apathy Towards Death, Sexual Situations, Fucking in Blood, Fucking Outdoors, Implied Reader Death, Descriptions of Graph Violence, Fucking to Death, Death After Fucking

The Look-See:

You don’t think this is what the note meant when it said ‘take a piece’. You don’t know for sure, of course, but based on the stories and recent parade of corpses, you can take a guess.

Should you feel guilty? Maybe. Maybe it’s wrong to feel this way and get pleasure from something that only causes pain. Maybe you’re already dead and this is some sort of twisted hell, being fucked in front of your dead friend like this. You should feel bad but you really, really don’t.

Sharp teeth sink into your neck and you wail, pushing your hips back towards the creature that’s got you pinned to the ground. It doesn’t speak, sinking its fingers deeper inside of you and scratching at your walls. It should hurt; nails that long shouldn’t be able to cause so much pleasure all at once.

You’re dripping between your thighs and all you can do is push closer, letting the other hand sink into your hip and hold you tighter. Your body is on fire and you feel like you’re going to be remade from the inside out. The coldness sinking into your bones doesn’t register, only the heat between your legs and the blood flowing down your chest.

You orgasm with a scream, back arching up and hitting nothing. The presence that was behind you in gone now, leaving you to twitch and curl onto the floor. It still feels like there are fingers inside of you, moving up your legs to your chest to your throat. When you open your eyes you see them, crouched in front of you with their never ending smile. They raise their hand and it’s covered in blood, drying onto the red gloves they wear. You swear you hear creaking, like old bones, before you close your eyes again. Oh well. This was worth it.

#crypt tv #crypt tv imagine #look see x reader #look see #ctv look see

[fabula-opifex]

Yandere Look-See X Chubby S/O

- If you have extra fluff, he is going to love it.

- Expect hugs and squishes a lot.

- Anybody who can’t let go of their feelings for you will be taken a piece of.

- You only need him, and he will provide everything for you.

- Loves it when you pepper his face with kisses.

- You were most likely the one thing somebody couldn’t let go of.

- This would pique his interest since your still alive.

- He would follow you for months before deciding he wants you for himself.

- Don’t try to leave him, you won’t be able to and he might take your legs.

- Make food for him, he may not need it, but he will eat anything you make for him. Even if it’s poisoned.

- Needless to say, he is one yandere you can not escape, at least, not in one piece anyway.

##

My requests are open^^

#Yandere #X Reader #Look-See #CryptTV #Crypt tv #requests

[culebratia]

Hello, dear. Thank you for answering my last ask, it was superb. I would like to reauest anither, if i may? How about the look-see, freddy, and ghostface (stu or billy or both) with a S/O who loves to annoy them with silly puns and meme references. I think it would be very funny, and with your talent it WILL be very funny. Thank you, hun. Bless your heart

Bless your heart also you beautiful human being 💖

STU MACHER

* he’ll love you for it! Stu has a thing for weird and surreal humour, stuff which most of his friends aren’t really into, so the fact that you’re into it too fucking seals the deal. You’re his dream girl.

* sometimes you both’ll start bets on class such as “how long will it take for Billy to blow” or “how many dirty jokes can your teacher understand”. It’ll usually either end with getting sent to the principal’s office without getting beaten up, or getting sent to the principal’s office after getting beaten up. The latter most plausible.

* at times, Stu will just send you random videos at like three o’clock in the morning, and while you would complain about it with other people, you just can’t be mad at this baby-faced man child. Look at him! He’s too sweet.

* “HEY BABE! LOOK AT THIS COOL MEME! ISN’T IT FUNNY?! HUH? WHAT DO YOU MEAN DON’T SCREAM AT YOU FROM ACROSS THE STREET? ISN’T THIS ANOTHER WAY OF COMMUNICATION?!”

FREDDY KRUEGER

* he doesn’t get the appeal to it all, but he’ll try and understand to get ‘in with the cool kids’. He’ll remember every reference and joke you’ll do for later use, even copying some trendy things he’s seen other people do over the years, and will try to impress you later on.

* you’re not impressed. You don’t want him to do it again. While you did think it was funny at first to watch a burned chicken nugget dab on them haters and quote random lines from the bee movie, now you just want to die from the many times he’s repeated it. Bad idea.

* he would only really get annoyed at your jokester personality if he was in a bad mood or if he lost a potential victim. But after a while, you’ve learnt to back away from him when he’s like that, it’s for the best honestly.

* “Hey doll, look at this! I’m hip with this kids now, haha! Wait, what do you mean I’m ‘not meant to eat tide pods’?”

THE LOOK-SEE

* he barely understands basic English, let alone the surreal shit you speak of nowadays. You’re going to have to dumb it down for him if you want him to understand why you keep talking about Obunga, because he honestly doesn’t know where all of this is coming from.

* sometimes when he’s finished his jobs, he’ll search through his victims house and will take back something he think you’ll like based on all of the things you’ve spoken about. So far, you have a ripped Knuckles plush, a jar of old pennies, and a hella lot of milk.. I think most of the memes are obvious. And while you don’t necessarily have a need for most of these things, especially the off milk, you don’t have the heart to throw them away.

* he gets upset that he’s unable to understand your enjoyment in these strange human subjects. He knows he likes eating, he likes toying with other humans, he likes your affection, but yet he doesn’t understand why you like things different to him. Are his preferences strange to you? Your preferences are strange to him.

* “*confused clicking noises*”

#fanfiction #horror #x reader #romance #movie #body horror #exophilia #stu macher x reader #stu macher #scream #freddy krueger x reader #freddy krueger #nightmare on elm street #the look see x reader #the look see #look see x reader #look see #crypttv #crypt tv

[zhongyeet-me-to-the-moon]

Hello may i ask for a sce for jean, ganyu and ayaka got isekai'd to the modern world and got teleported in to the reader's room?

Peep me adding my face claims for what I think genshin people would look irl

Jean x !Reader, Ganyu x !reader, Ayaka x !reader

No pronouns mentioned

Type: bullet points

Genre: isekai au! fluff

The recent event quest suddenly has your main popping out of your phone and into the real world.

Jean - face claim - Either Florence Pugh or Perry Mattfeld

One minute she’s collecting an ancient item in an underground church for the Anemo archon, the next she's clutching your phone and hands in hers on your bed with you

Would jump out of bed and pull her sword on you

Freaking out a bit, getting a bearing of her surroundings, noting it’s a bedroom but not recognizing anything past bed and dresser and closet.

You stand up as well, putting your hands up in instant defeat, with phone still in hand. The game having crashed without your knowledge.

“Where is this?” She finally asks.

“Uh, [location]?”

She slowly re-sheaths her sword, “I’ve, never heard anywhere in Tvet with that name.”

“Right, about that---”

You run down everything that you can, offering tea and a seat in the dining room of your house/apartment. 

When you reran the game, the event continued like normal, Jean grabbed the artifact, you have a fight scene with a bunch of treasure hoarders showing up, and then you go back to the church to secure the artifact down the the churches crypt like the holy lyre and that was it.

You guys guessed that if your could find the artifact here in the real world and touch it maybe that can get her home.

Till then you offered her housing and teaching her how the world worked.

God she’s so pretty and seeing her listen so carefully to everything you say, ugh her concentration face is so beautiful

The neatest roommate, especially since she considers herself an unwelcome guest.

Loves late night drives and hanging out near a river/ beach at night, enjoying the sounds of the city/town i the background mixed with the sound of the water.

Oh trust me love you’re welcome any day of the week.

She enjoys cooking with you and discovering what tv/music she likes in this world.

Loves the bachelor, and other drama romantic movies.

Loves musicals. I don’t make the rules.

I think she’s still privy to classical music not just cause she’s used to it but because she’s a simple lady, she knows what she likes.

She’s prone to cabin fever, she’s used to going out and watching her back out for hillichurls and thieves. And while thieves are still a thing it’s weird just paroozing around with so many people casual.

Loves zoo’s, seeing all the animals she can’t even imagine to see in mondasdt

I think what she likes most about this world is the cities and how tall everything is. Wanting to visit the closest big city near by.

When she finally does have to leave she kisses your cheek goodbye.

Ganyu - Face claim -  Gloria Tang Sze-wing (G.E.M)

All of the adepti got put under a sleep curse by a certain flower pollen, Ganyu being the last.

Right as she passed out in the game, a sudden thud landed beside you on your bed as Ganyu’s body laid right next to you.

She didn’t wake up right away, and you were too in disbelief to fall asleep, just watching this pretty figure in your bed.

Ugh be still my heart.

She just wakes up like someone who forgot they’re at a sleep over, eyes barely open as she sits up, then freaking out when she realizes she isn’t in her bed.

“Uh, hi.” You try to get her attention, she quickly sits up straight, immediately going for a bow and arrow to her side she realizes isn’t there.

Then she just grabs her vision and starts trying to shoot an ice storm at you like her elemental burst.

It kind of works, though the magic apparently isn’t as strong in this world as it is in Genshin.

You basically just got ice cubes dumbed on you. Which, ow, but still not as bad.

You try to calm her down and sit down and explain the situation. Showing her the game she came from.

After she calms down she’s so embarrassed and apologizes.

You offer her a place to stay while you figure out how to get her home. The event continued by getting a rare plant in the world that did exist in this world. The problem was the plant had to be grown with your own hands, which in the game can take a couple of seconds with a hydro vision player. But in this world, growing plants take time.

Lowkey a clumsy roommate, forgets to do dishes, or doesn’t mop/sweep the floors right.

She tries so hard, and apologies again and again when you end up having to do it again.

Would like pop music and going to concerts (have to explain to her though that everything costs money here and you cant just walk up to a live venue like you can in Liyue)

Loves the fantasy genre, specifically all the disney and pixar movies, (yknow she’s a shrek fan don’t deny yourself this fact)

Also loves trying on clothes at stores, she doesn’t even care if you end up buying it for her she just likes trying on clothes with you. Even if it’s just trying on the clothes you already own in your house.

Has to wear a beanie or hood when she goes out of course to hide her horns but you can fix up outfits that go with that no problem.

I think what she loves most in this world is just how many flowers there are, even admiring simple front yard gardens. She might even take a flower arrangement/sculpting class (is that what it’s called where you make flowers look like things like flower bears? Yknow these things  >>>)

She just really enjoys it all cause she’s not known as an adepti, she’s just Ganyu.

When the flower finally blooms she’d put it off on sniffing it, saying that you have things scheduled for tomorrow that she really doesn’t want to miss.

“We planned on going to the beach tomorrow Y/n, we should hold it off till then.” 

But when it’s starting to get to the point you’re worried the flower will begin to wilt, she knew she had to go.

She cried, holding your hand as she sniffed the flower, going into a deep sleep once more and dissapearing.

Ayaka - face claim - Risa Oribe (LISA)

In the story event Ayaka was helping set up a concert her family was helping pay for. She offered to help set up because, well, it’s Ayaka.

A certain treasure hunter played a very specific riff on a string instrument and all of a sudden a portal opened and she fell in.

She fell and from a portal they appeared on your ceiling and right on top of your on your bed.

She apologized, blushing profusely, not even registering at first her surroundings.

“Um, I’m sorry, but where am I?”

You explain the situation as best you could. She takes it all in in slow stride.

This one is probably the easiest you can get to getting them home, especially if you play an instrument. It’s just a matter of playing the rest of the quest and hearing the correct riff to send her back and thatd be it.

It was Ayaka who asked to hold off on it.

Insert good girl meets the dark side cliche

Loves rock music and amusement parks. Especially the edgy early 2010′s music like Paramore or Falling in Reverse (loved this band when I was teen lol).

I’m so sorry if you hate rollar coasters she’s gonna love them.

Scary movies scare her but that doesn’t stop her from wanting to watch them, holding your arm and laughing nervously after screaming at a scary scene.

Her favorite thing is the different types of food, particularly desserts are in this world. Asking to go to all kinds of restaurants ranging from fast food to expensive restaurants you have to save up for.

Lazy roommate. I’m sorry she’s used to maids and people waiting on her she’s gonna forget to clean up.

Eventually though she will get home sick. She’ll try to hold so many items from this world in her hand to bring back with her. From a stuffed shiba for Thoma, chocolate for Ayato, a hair pin for the traveler, a book full of recopies for Kiminami Anna, so many books ranging from harry potter to Steven king, shakespear, even kids books like Clifford or warrior cats, and finally a scrapbook with all her memories with you.

She held your hand for a bit, excited to see her family again but was 100% going to miss the friendship she made with you. She kissed your hand then told you she was ready for it to begin.

#Jean x reader #Ganyu x reader #Ayaka x reader #Genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader

[angryinternetduck]

Lucky

hello hello and welcome to halloween !!!! in august!!!! i know it's weird haha but here's about 6.7k words of harry styles x reader during halloween. featuring a "haunted house" and a cute cat with two names. also caramel apples. enjoy!

masterlist | ask

The house was haunted.

You were sure of it.

And yeah, you thought, looking up at the ginormous mansion looming above you, you were incredibly grateful that the house had fallen to you, but the whole thing was starting to feel like the beginning of a bad horror movie.

Some old relative had died - you weren’t close with them at all, and you felt a bit bad that the only feelings associated with their death were happiness at getting their property - and left you their estates. You’d moved in a few weeks ago, and now you were hearing things.

Things like scratching in the vents, and howling in the wind, and glasses mysteriously crashing to the floor of their own accord in other rooms. The floors always creaked at night, and so did the doors, which randomly swung open and closed.

You hadn’t really wanted to tell anybody about all of this or your suspicions, fearing you’d come off as a bit crazy. Of course, the few people you had told had just laughed and given you the It’s an old house - it’s settling bullshit.

Which you didn’t believe. At all.

What did that even mean, “the house is settling”? Settling for what? Settling down, like it was some middle aged guy who was about to have kids with his wife in the fifties? Or maybe it was settling down like it was angry, and had had a tantrum, and was just settling down into a calmer state. Not that that was any more comforting.

Now, as you struggled to get your key to turn in the lock, you wondered if you could sell the house or something. Everybody you’d asked for advice had told you to wait and fix it up, that you’d regret giving it up when you had four kids and a husband and needed space.

They’d also said it looked like shit so you’d get a crappy deal unless you fixed it up.

Then again, those were the same it’s settling people, so what did they know?

You sighed, finally getting the key to turn, and shoved your shoulder into the door. Making a mental note to oil the door - again - as it creaked, you shut it behind you with your foot before stepping into the living room and collapsing onto the couch.

The couch matched the house: gray, run down, and creaky. There were patches sewn in every so often, and it smelled like old lady perfume. It did the job, though, which was very convenient in the moment but didn’t exactly motivate you to buy a new one very quickly.

You’d turn on the TV, but there wasn’t one. Instead, you stared at the empty, ashy fireplace while you gathered the gumption to get up and off the couch. After a few seconds, you heard something - a little skittering sound in the walls - and frowned, pulling yourself up and towards the stairs.

It was probably just mice, but accompanied with everything else, you weren’t about to take any chances. The stairs, like every other part of the house, creaked as you walked upstairs. You’d almost gotten used to the floorboards around the corner creaking before you got to them, but it still spooked you a bit. When you glanced around the wall and there wasn’t anyone there, as usual, you got changed into comfortable clothes as quickly as you could.

Then you collapsed into the bed. After washing the sheets a few (ten) times, you’d gotten rid of the musty smell, and the huge victorian frame and feathery mattress had become your safe haven. The whole room had become your safe place, really - you’d cleaned and swept until it had somewhat resembled a nice bedroom and not a dusty old crypt.

Once you were there, safe in your room with your headphones on, the house didn’t seem all that bad. A huge window covered the wall right next to your bed, looking out onto rolling grassy fields like something out of a Jane Austen novel.

So you listened to music, imagining a dashing stranger saving you from a twisted angle.

Soon, you were asleep.

***

“Nobody will deliver this far!” you exclaimed, talking into your cell phone as you rooted through the drawers in front of you. “I’ve tried, like, six different places, and they all said it’s too far!” Your friend on the line sighed, and you heard her slurp noodles from the Chinese take out she was eating.

“Well,” she said, “that sucks.”

“Oh, gee, helpful,” you deadpanned.

“Listen, there has got to be someplace you can go,” she told you matter of factly. You frowned, digging through a cabinet. “Yeah, well” - you gasped, jumping a foot into the air as something brushed against your leg - “shit!”

You whipped around, brandishing the pan you’d just grabbed as a weapon. “What the -”

A cat.

There was a black cat, with the brightest green eyes you’d ever seen, looking up at you innocently. It meowed loudly, looping through your legs, and you sighed. “It’s a cat,” you explained to your friend.

“You got a cat?”

You scoffed, looking at it as it jumped up onto the counter. “No!” you replied. “No, I - Jesus, of course I didn’t get a fucking cat, I just… I just moved in!” There was a beat of silence, and then your friend said, “So… there’s a strange cat… in your house.”

“Yeah,” you murmured, hesitantly reaching out. It leaned into you, purring loudly, and you couldn’t help but smile. “Yeah,” you said again, laughing a bit. “Listen, listen,” you added, and you put the phone up to the cat.

“That’s cute,” your friend said when you brought the phone back to your ear, sounding a bit worried, “but, uh… does it have a tag, or something?” You shook your head, even though she couldn’t see you, and felt around the cat’s neck. Just fur. “Nope,” you replied.

“Are you gonna… keep it?”

You grinned, scratching its ears, and shrugged. “I dunno.”

***

You wanted to name the cat Lucky.

That night, as the crisp October wind howled outside, you didn’t hear any creaks. The house was practically silent, and you slept like a baby with the little creature curled at your feet. Plus, she - as you’d determined earlier - was black, and with the whole Unlucky Black Cats thing, “Lucky” seemed like a nice little joke.

She was gone the next morning, but you figured she was just somewhere around the house, so you went around calling, “Lucky!” as if she’d respond. It was almost two hours before you gave up, and convinced yourself it was just a fluke and you’d never see her again.

“She’s gone,” you said mournfully by way of greeting your friend as you made breakfast.

“Who?”

“Lucky!”

“Who?”

“The cat,” you sighed. “She’s gone. Wasn’t here this morning.”

“Oh,” your friend replied. “Well, maybe she found her owner!”

You pouted, sliding butter around your pan. “I thought I was her owner…”

“You cannot possibly be so attached to that thing after one night.”

“She’s lucky, though! I swear, the ghosts are afraid of her or something - I didn’t hear a single sound all night!” You could practically hear your friend roll her eyes. “A fluke. Or maybe - yeah, maybe luck. I’m sure you’ll be alright without her.”

��Maybe I should get a cat,” you mused.

Your friend sighed. “Oh, boy.”

***

She was lucky.

Lucky was lucky.

One hundred percent.

There was no doubt about it.

The floors creaked like crazy that night. After hearing it for the first time, peering fearfully into the pitch black hallway, you shut the door tight and huddled underneath the blankets. A terrifying cry accompanied the wind, one that gave you nightmares of women in long white dresses stumbling over the moor, and you woke up in a panic in the middle of the night when you heard something shatter downstairs.

It wasn’t exactly your proudest moment, but you stayed in bed, watching the clock and keeping under the covers and deciding you’d deal with it in the morning. It took forever for you to fall asleep, but once you did, thankfully, you were out until the morning.

Half asleep, you stumbled down the stairs at almost noon.

And there, Lucky was waiting for you.

She meowed at you indignantly, as if you were late, and you gasped, crouching down and scrunching her face between your hands. “Lucky!” you exclaimed. She meowed, and wiggled out of your grasp, and walked in circles around you, keeping her tail against your leg.

You were so relieved that you only got partially annoyed when she made you trip over yourself every two seconds while you cleaned up the broken mug and made breakfast. She was very talented at getting in the way, sitting in the perfect position to be as inconvenient as possible.

She wandered around when you started work, getting bored after twenty minutes of jumping onto your laptop and being pushed off, only to do it again, and again, and again. You lost sight of her but somehow weren’t too worried - if she came back the first time, she’d probably come back again, you reasoned.

Which she did!

Sometimes.

She became your companion as the weeks went on, coming every so often to bother you as adorably as possible before disappearing for a few hours again. Sometimes she’d come during the day, but you were always relieved when she came at night because, for some inexplicable reason, she really made the house quiet and let you sleep.

Sometimes you’d give her a little bit of milk, or whatever you had on you (after properly researching what was okay for cats, of course), but she never seemed very hungry, so you’d never really thought about buying actual cat food for her.

You thought about getting her a collar every so often, but between working on the house, normal work, and just… life, you never really got around to it. Plus, she always seemed to come back, so you didn’t think it was super necessary.

So Lucky hung around, and you got some work done, and everything was good.

***

You’d heard creaking. Lots of creaking. And the occasional mysteriously shattered glass. And the howling in the wind, and skittering in the walls, and the weird drafts, and the unexplained cat - all sorts of weird things.

But this was the first time you heard a voice.

A real, live, human voice.

Well, maybe not live.

You’d been cooking when you first heard it, and, in a panic, you’d grabbed a frying pan. Maybe frying pans were lucky, too; after all, one had been your “weapon” when Lucky had sneaked up on you. She was notably absent, Lucky, by the way, and you wished you had your good luck charm with you as you made your way to the basement, feeling only slightly like an idiot.

Maybe a very scared idiot.

The voice was coming from the basement, which you hadn’t exactly ventured into yet. The whole house had a bit of a creepy-basement vibe, so you weren’t quite enthusiastic to go into the actual basement, where you’d imagine the creepiness would be increased exponentially.

The voice sounded male. And British.

You pictured a British ghost - something old and ancient, judging by the rasp of the voice, although it did sound on the younger side… Maybe it had some sort of paranormal ancient youth. Maybe a sailor, who lived in the house hundreds of years ago, and died at sea… And now, he was back, to haunt you, because you’d… offended him… with your… redecorating?

The stairs were actually pretty quiet, you realized, creeping down them as quietly as you could with your frying pan and marveling at the lack of creaks. You stepped onto the floor, peering around the corner, and realized the ghost - or whatever - must have been outside since the back door was slightly ajar, blowing cool air onto your legs.

If you were being honest, you hadn’t even known that that door existed. A mini lightbulb went off in your head as you realized that was probably where Lucky had been getting in, and you wondered absently if you should get a lock or something for it.

Then your brows furrowed as you got closer and the voice became coherent.

“... you been? ‘ve been looking all over for you… Think you’re so clever, don’t you? Disturbing our nice neighbor like this… Got them to talk to you, did you? Oh, I’m sure, you charmer…” You heaved a breath, kicking open the door -

You brandished the frying pan, yelling, “Who -?!”

“Bloody hell!”

So, you realized then, it was a guy.

And not a ghost.

Very decidedly a guy, actually, from the way the pan hadn’t gone right through him but had rather clanged against his forearm as he threw it up to defend himself. His other hand, it should be noted, was holding a cat.

Specifically, Lucky.

You gasped, lowering your pan. “Oh, my god,” you breathed. “Oh, my god, I am so sorry - I thought you were -” You stopped as Lucky slipped out of the guy’s arms and weaved around your legs, purring louder than a motorboat.

“Hello, there,” the guy said, incredibly pleasant for someone who’d just gotten attacked with a frying pan. “Um - hi,” you replied hesitantly, holding the pan behind your back as if he’d forget about the whole thing if he couldn’t see it. “Hi, I’m - um, I’m sorry.”

“Hi, Sorry,” the guy joked, holding out his non-injured hand, “I’m Harry Styles. Your neighbor.”

Heat crept up your cheeks, shaking his hand as you corrected him with your name.

He repeated your name, smiling as it rolled off his tongue, and despite yourself, you felt a shiver running down your spine. He was good looking, this Harry guy. His eyes rivaled Lucky’s, bright green as he grinned at you. His hair looked a bit grown out, chestnut brown and curling slightly at his temples.

And he had dimples.

Very cute dimples.

And muscles, and -

There was a beat of silence, and you realized you were not so subtly checking him out, and even though you kind of realized he was doing the same to you, you felt your cheeks heat again. Harry cleared his throat, crouching down to pet Lucky as he said, “So, erm - I haven’t seen you around a lot.”

“Yeah,” you replied, laughing a bit sheepishly. “I’ve been… busy.”

Harry nodded, his gaze drifting around you to the messy basement. “I’m sure,” he said. “This place seems like a lot of work.” You shrugged, following his eyes and inspecting the dust and various junk cluttered throughout the room.

“Well, I have time…”

“But not for neighbors, hm?” Harry asked, a teasing smile on his lips.

“I’m… sorry,” you said again, putting your head in your hands for a second before looking back up. “I hadn’t even thought… I can’t even see your… Do you live, uh - close?” Harry nodded, gesturing vaguely out the back door. “Relatively, I suppose, although - you’re right, you can’t quite… see it… from here.”

“You’ll have to show me sometime,” you said impulsively, and Harry glanced at you, dimpling again. “Yeah,” he agreed, “reckon I will.” You smiled, suddenly unable to keep eye contact, and then let your gaze dart away after a second.

“And the, erm - the market,” Harry went on. “Haven’t seen you around there. Have you been?”

You shook your head, murmuring, “No,” and Harry tsked, shaking his head back at you, oozing disappointment. “Right, well, that’s just not right,” he said. “That we’ll have to go to sometime. ‘specially now that it’s autumn.” You nodded, and he stood up, dusting off his hands as Lucky came over to you for cuddles.

You expected him to say he was going to go, that he had work to do, or something, but instead, he asked, “Doing anything now?” and grinned, glancing down at the pan, still in your hand. “Besides attacking perfect strangers, of course.”

“I am… so sorry about that,” you said, again, laughing sheepishly, again.

“I’d say it’s fine,” Harry replied, “but, erm… It’s not.”

You felt your eyes widen. “What?”

“I think you’ll have to make it up to me, love,” he told you. You just raised a brow, and he grinned. “Maybe I’ll forgive you if you give me a ride to the market,” he said, and then you smiled. “Easy enough,” you replied, grabbing your keys from your pocket.

Harry dimpled and looked down at Lucky. “Right, then, Dee, let’s go, shall we?”

You frowned. “Dee?”

“Oh, right!” Harry exclaimed, bending down to scoop Lucky into his arms. “I think you’ve met, but this here is Demon. Dee for short.” You scoffed a laugh, shaking your head. “Demon?” you echoed incredulously.

Harry nodded, grinning ear to ear. “Yeah, look at this menace! What else would we call her?”

“You’re her owner?”

“Yup. Found her a few months ago, and she just… stuck.”

“Good at that, isn’t she?” you murmured, reaching out to scratch behind her ear.

“Has she bothered you?” Harry asked, looking sympathetic, and you nodded. “Oh, yes, all the time. In the most pleasant way possible, though, so I’m not too mad.” Harry laughed, letting her slip out of his arms and onto the ground.

She ambled out of the basement and into the grass, and, after exchanging a glance with Harry, you both followed her. “I’ve been calling her Lucky,” you told him, closing the door behind you. Harry glanced at you, hands in his pockets, and smiled. “Lucky?”

“Yeah. See, the house is -” You stopped, and Harry raised an eyebrow. “The house is what?” You laughed, a bit embarrassed, and then mumbled, “I think it’s haunted.” Harry nodded, understanding on his face. “Oh, yeah, it definitely is,” he agreed.

You laughed again. “That sure of it, are you?”

Harry rolled his eyes, a smile tugging on his lips, and nodded at Lucky. “That’s your ghost.”

“Lucky? How -?”

“She’s the one howling, and walking everywhere to make the floors creak, and knocking glasses off the tables,” Harry explained, and your jaw dropped, just a bit. “Oh, my god,” you said, as it all clicked into place. “That’s why - Well, see, I called her Lucky because the” - you put up air quotes - “‘ghost’ never seemed to be around when she was with me. Which I guess makes sense, since if she was with me, she wasn’t… anywhere else…”

“Yup.”

You frowned, glancing over at him. “So, wait - how did you know?”

“Same thing happened to me,” he replied with a shrug. “Was right convinced the place was haunted when I first moved in - was about to sell and everything. Couldn’t take replacing half the cupboard every two weeks. Then I caught her shattering one of my mugs. Then, I got a night light, and saw her lurking around and making a ruckus with the floorboards.”

“A night light,” you repeated, lightly smacking your forehead. “Why didn’t I think of that?”

“Took me a few weeks, too,” Harry laughed. “You’d’ve gotten there eventually, don’t worry.”

“Sure hope so,” you murmured, smiling as Lucky jumped up onto your car and started to stretch out on the hood. You opened the driver’s side door and leaned against it as Harry gave Lucky a scratch behind her ears.

“Pesky little thing, she is,” Harry said. “Always does the same on my car, and I’m always tempted to just drive with her on top and see what happens.” You scoffed, shaking your head. “How could you?” Harry shrugged, grinning at you. “I’m sure she’d land on her feet.”

“Yeah, well, let’s not test that now,” you replied, gently scooping Lucky up and placing her on the grass, where she started to daintily lick a paw. Harry got into the passenger seat, and you asked him, “Where’s this market of yours?”

“Up the road,” Harry said vaguely.

You raised a brow, but he didn’t offer any more information.

So you just drove.

***

“Halloween,” Harry said, “is not fun.”

You gasped, scandalized, and exclaimed, “What?”

“It’s too stressful!” Harry groaned. “I never know what to wear! Especially to parties, bloody hell! Like, do you go for it? Full makeup, tons of tulle, a wig? Or don’t go for it? And if it’s really go for it, and you don’t go for it, it’s like, oh, well, too bad. Or if it’s a party, and you’re invited, like, the day of, and everybody’s going for it, and you’re like, oh, I can’t, can’t go, because I don’t have time to plan it, and -” He stopped, sighing, and shook his head. “It’s a whole ordeal.”

“Yeah, clearly,” you replied, biting back a grin.

You were pulling into a parking lot, and you could already see the hustle and bustle of the market. There were booths set up all along the street and around a little courtyard. People talked and chattered, exchanging money and trinkets and smiles and waves.

You both got out of the car and met at the front, taking a moment to admire the view.

“The caramel apples are the best,” Harry told you with a smile.

“Guess we’ll have to go there first.”

Harry nodded, and you started walking. You shoved your hands in your pockets, a bit cold in the autumn wind, as a comfortable silence fell over the two of you. It was only a few seconds before you were stopped, though, when an old man behind a table covered in small wooden carvings called, “Harry!”

“George!” Harry exclaimed, wrapping him in a hug.

“It’s good to see you,” George said cheerily, his gaze darting to you and back to Harry inquisitively. Harry smiled, introducing you as his neighbor. George grinned, shaking your hand. “Pleasure to meet you,” he said.

“Likewise,” you replied.

“You must be pretty special,” George said. “Don’t think I’ve ever met any other neighbors.”

“We share a cat,” Harry explained, and George’s brow raised.

Harry glanced at you, dimpling, and then said, “Nice talking with you, George. We should catch up later - we’re headed for Mara.” George nodded. “Good boy. You know what they say! The way to a woman’s heart is her stomach, eh?”

“Alrighty, then,” Harry said, gently leading you away. “Bye, George!”

“Bye, Harry! And nice to meet you, neighbor!”

You smiled, waving at him over your shoulder. “You too, George!”

“Swear he’s been running that booth since about 1804,” Harry murmured as you walked away. “‘ve known him all my life, and he’s always looked the same. Beginning to think he’s a vampire.” You grinned, nudging his shoulder. “He seems nice.”

“He is!” Harry agreed. “He is. Like a second father. Hey, here’s Mara.”

You came up to a cluster of booths that steamed and bubbled and swirled together to smell of a blend of spices, sugar, and caramel. One of the booths proudly proclaimed Mara’s Caramel Apples, and shiny golden apples dotted the table.

The woman behind the table - Mara, presumably - lit up when she caught sight of Harry. “Harry, darling!” she cooed, coming around her table to press kisses against each of Harry’s cheeks. “Hullo, Mara,” Harry replied.

“It’s so good to see you!” Mara exclaimed, pinching his cheeks. “You should come around more often, love, you need some meat on these bones of yours.” Harry nodded, gingerly pulling her hand off of him. “I’ll work on that,” he replied, glancing at you and looking amused, if not a bit embarrassed.

“You do that, Harry,” Mara said, stealing one more pinch and making Harry wince before she turned to you. “And who is this, then?” Mara tutted, shaking her head. “Haven’t forgotten your manners, have you?”

“Never, Mara,” Harry assured her, and introduced you.

“Lovely to meet you!” Mara said cheerfully, wrapping you in a hug.

“You too,” you responded.

“How long have you been together, then?” Mara asked, making your face heat as she walked back around the table and started stirring a pot of caramel. “Haven’t seen you around, dear.” Harry coughed, shaking his head, looking as embarrassed as you felt. “Nope, no, we’re not together,” he corrected her. “Just - erm, we’re neighbors.”

“Ah, neighbors,” Mara hummed.

Harry nodded. “Yeah, she moved in where the Carlsons were.”

“Oh, the Carlsons!” Mara said. “A tricky bunch, they were - I’m glad you’re there now.”

“Yeah, me too,” you replied, smiling slightly at Harry.

Mara wiped her hands off on a cloth and tucked it on a rack before carefully grabbing two pristine caramel apples. “Well,” she said, handing you both a stick, “here you are, dears. Enjoy, now! And come back soon, the both of you!”

Harry pulled out cash, but Mara waved him off. “Oh, nonsense, Harry, you know better than that,” Mara told him. “I’ll give you the family discount, as long as you both promise to come back on your next date.”

“Not a date, Mara,” Harry mumbled, flushing red, and Mara grinned. “Of course. My mistake. Your first date, then.” Your face felt about on fire, and Harry’s was red as a beet as he said, “Right, then, nice talking to you, Mara! Bye, now.” He walked away as she waved cheerily, and you followed him.

Harry looked at you apologetically. “She’s a bit, erm - concerned, as it were,” he said sheepishly. “Haven’t exactly…” He cleared his throat. “She thinks I’m a bit lacking in the romance department.” You raised a brow, and he somehow managed to get even redder.

“I mean! I mean, I’m - I’m not,” he added hurriedly, “I’m really not, ‘f course - but, erm - she thinks…” He sighed, stopping, and shrugged at you helplessly. “So you’re not?” you said, and Harry’s brows furrowed, confused.

“You’re not lacking in the romance department?” you clarified.

Harry frowned. “... No?”

“So… Girlfriend? Boyfriend?”

A bit of the red faded from his cheeks. “Oh,” he said. “Well, then, yes. I suppose I’m lacking in the romance department right now. ‘s unusual, though, I’ll have you know. But, erm - how about you?” You shook your head, glancing away from him and around the fair. “Single as a Pringle,” you told him, and you liked to imagine seeing the hint of a smile on his face out of the corner of your eye.

“Gotcha,” Harry hummed. “Right, well, how’s the apple, then?”

You took a bite, savoring it as you crunched on it, and then nodded your approval. “Superb,” you said, and Harry grinned brightly. “Wonderful,” he replied. “‘m glad you like it. Might’ve been a deal breaker if not.”

“That important, huh?”

“Oh, the most important,” Harry said seriously.

You grinned, and Harry dimpled back.

There was a beat of silence, and then he said, “Right, then. Tell me something about yourself.”

“Like what?”

He shrugged, licking caramel off his lips. “Anything. Hopes, dreams, fears, favorite color…”

You hummed as you thought, and then told him the first thing that came to mind. He listened as you talked, looking genuinely interested in what you were saying. Butterflies erupted in your stomach every time you made him laugh, and when you flipped the spotlight to him, you found yourself completely lost in his words.

Something about his voice, and his humor, and the way he giggled everytime he made a stupid joke, made the butterflies linger. It was pleasant, though. It wasn’t alarming, or nerve wracking, or even remotely uncomfortable. You weren’t self conscious, or scared to mess up, or worried you’d say the wrong thing.

You were just… happy.

The fair, you realized, wasn’t nearly big enough.

You’d walk the whole world just to keep talking with him.

***

“That was a date,” your friend declared as soon as you finished telling her what had happened. You balanced your phone between your ear and shoulder and blew softly on your hot tea. “No,” you replied, “it wasn’t.”

“Yes, it was!” she squealed. “I can’t believe he didn’t kiss you!” She huffed. “I can’t believe you didn’t kiss him!” You rolled your eyes, amused despite yourself, and insisted, “It really wasn’t a date. I was just… making up for slamming a metal pan into his arm.”

You heard her wince. “Yikes.”

You sighed, again, and took a sip of your tea. “He probably has a bruise.”

“Yeah, probably,” she snickered.

“Hey!”

She laughed, sounding way too amused at your misery. “Talk about a meet cute!”

“You are not helping,” you groaned, feeling yourself starting to laugh too anyway.

“Don’t worry,” she giggled, “he’ll think of you everytime he accidently puts pressure on it and screams in pain.” You scoffed indignantly and argued, “He will not scream in pain - it wasn’t that bad.” Your friend hummed skeptically. “I dunno about that… It was a pan, right?”

You took a sip of your tea, sighing heavily. “A tiny pan,” you mumbled into the lip of your mug, and then laughed when your friend started cracking up. “You gotta text me a picture of the bruise,” she gasped through her laughter.

“Okay, there’s no bruise.”

“Dude, it was a pan.”

“A tiny pan!”

That just set off another round of giggles, before finally, your friend relented. “Fine,” she said, “send me a picture of him, and the bruise will just be a bonus.” You agreed, and then said goodnight, and fell asleep with a smile on your face.

***

Your fingers did a dance over the screen of your phone, your lip between your teeth as you debated whether or not to send the text. Harry had given you his number the other day at the market, but you were getting a bit anxious about what to send.

The door really did need to be fixed, you told yourself, glancing down at your flirtatious-if-you-squinted text asking if he’d help you fix your basement door. Especially now, since it wouldn’t stay closed at all; you’d had to put a brick behind it to keep it shut, and even that kept sliding around. It was where Lucky had kept slipping in, you’d figured, and even though she was a pleasant enough intruder, you didn’t really want other less adorable trespassers coming through.

Finally, you took a breath, and sent it.

You stared at your screen for a few seconds as if he’d reply within the minute, and then threw your phone across your bed. Heaving a sigh, you pulled yourself away from your bed and towards the window, fidgeting with your fingers.

You lasted about ten seconds, and then grabbed your phone, and checked.

Nothing, of course, because you sent the text thirty seconds ago.

You groaned and belly flopped onto your bed.

***

Lucky came first.

She jumped up onto your bed and butted against you until you sat up and started petting her.

You pouted at her, smoothing your hand over her head. “Maybe I should’ve waited a few more days,” you murmured to her. “Maybe I made it obvious how desp- or, like, made it seem like I was too desperate.” You raised a brow, gazing down at her. “What about you, huh? Are you too desperate?”

Lucky purred and rolled over, stretching languidly.

“Oh, yeah, sure,” you laughed, sliding off your bed and heading for the kitchen.

You paused when you heard the doorbell ring, glancing at Lucky inquisitively like she’d tell you who it was. She gave you a slow blink, and then jumped up, and stretched, and meandered down the hallway. You followed her, almost tripping over her when she stopped suddenly in the middle of the staircase to lick a paw, and opened the door.

“So I sort of forgot any tools,” Harry greeted you. “Hope that’s not a problem.”

Your brows jumped. “I - of course it’s not a - I just thought -” You stopped, glancing down at your phone, which showed no new notifications, and no new texts. “Sorry,” you said, “I wasn’t expecting you so, um - soon.”

Harry laughed, a bit sheepishly, and ran a hand through his hair. “Right. Sorry. I was… on the way. I mean, not on the way here, but, like - driving past. Well, not driving past, but sort of - you know, in, erm - in the area. Sort of. Sorry.”

“It’s fine,” you assured him, feeling yourself smile. “I’m glad you’re here.” You stepped back to let him in. “I think it’s open right now, the door - there’s kind of a draft,” you lied. Harry nodded, glancing around the house. “Place looks nice,” he said, and you smiled again, following his gaze.

“Yeah,” you replied. “Yeah, I think so, too.”

“Was a bit dreary before,” Harry said softly, letting his hand lightly skim the bright throw blanket you’d put on the sofa as he passed. “Downright dull,” you agreed, and he glanced at you, a smile tugging up the corners of his lips. “Where’s this door, then?”

“Downstairs,” you answered, stepping forward to lead him around the corner and down the steps. “The basement’s a bit creepy,” you warned him, tugging on the light. “Haven’t quite gotten down here yet.”

“Noted,” Harry murmured.

“It’s back here,” you said, weaving around a few cardboard boxes to get to the door.

It was, in fact, open, which was purely coincidental but pretty convenient. “Cold,” you said simply, shrugging at him. “Yeah,” Harry replied, “cold.” You smiled, not sure why, and then stepped outside, inspecting it without a real purpose in mind.

He stepped out too, and you gently pushed the door shut.

The lock clicked, a beat of silence, and then it swung open with a creak.

“Might be the lock,” Harry said, bending down to look at the little bit of metal against the side.

Lucky appeared as he fiddled with the mechanism, weaving through his legs, and he gave her scritches as he pushed the lock in and out a few times. “Looks fine,” he started, and then stopped when Lucky plopped down on top of his foot.

“Don’t know how she expects us to do any work like this,” Harry said with a grin, and you laughed, crouching next to him to pet her too. “She’s moral support,” you replied, and Harry raised a brow. “The most bothersome moral support ever.”

You shrugged. “The cutest most bothersome moral support ever.”

“If you say so,” Harry said, gently sliding her off his foot. He slid his hand over the door to its other side, where the hinges were, and then his face lit up. “Right, I have an idea.” He turned to you, looking excited, and asked, “Have a hammer?”

“Uhhh… probably?” You looked around the basement, then pushed open a closet door where a tool box poked out, and handed him a hammer. He nodded, glancing at the hinge again. “Er - how about a screwdriver?”

You gave it to him, and then watched over his shoulder as he gently tapped the pin out of the hinge in the middle of the door. He put it on the floor, raising the hammer over it, and you raised a brow at him. He looked up at you, grinning, and you couldn’t find it in you to tell him to stop. “I have a plan,” he told you.

“Sure, Styles.”

He scoffed, sitting back on his heels. “You know, your lack of faith is a bit disheartening.”

“I think you’re just stalling because you have no idea what you’re doing.”

He smiled, a challenge in his eyes, and then sat forward and hammered the pin, right in the middle. It bent, just slightly, and then he held it up, looking satisfied. He slid it back into the hinge, tapped it down, and worked on getting the other one out.

Once he’d gotten a curve in that one, he put it back and got the next. You watched in skeptical silence as he put that one back… and then stood up and dusted off his hands. “There you have it,” he announced.

“There’s no way that’s gonna work,” you said.

Harry just stepped back and pushed the door shut.

The lock clicked, a beat of silence, and then -

It stuck.

“Oh!” you exclaimed, pulling it out to close it again. It stuck, again, and you looked up at him happily. “Oh, wow, I can’t believe that worked! How did you even know how to do that?” Harry shrugged, fiddling with the door. “These old houses are practically identical. My bedroom door had the same problem.”

“Well, lucky me.”

He glanced at you, and held your gaze, just for a second, with a smile on his lips, and then his cheeks dusted pink. You felt heat rise on your own cheeks, realizing in the back of your mind that the whole door endeavor took a lot less time than you’d expected and now he’d probably leave.

He walked inside, making a grand gesture of holding the door open for you. “C’mon, then,” he said as you walked through and wracked your brain for ideas on how to keep him with you, “I need a tour.” You grinned, wondering if he could read your mind, and then nodded. You paused at the edge of the basement door and turned around.

“So,” you said, “this is the basement.”

“Enlightening.”

“The land of boxes,” you told him, and he smiled before following you out and up the steps to the living room. This was where you’d done the most work, clearing out the old grey furniture and replacing it with bright new pieces.

You put your arm out, gesturing widely to the room and spinning around. “And here’s the living room.” Harry followed you, making a slow circle and inspecting it. “I like the art,” he said, his eyes on the paintings you’d put on the wall.

“Thanks,” you said. “Me too.”

“Have you seen the gallery in town?” Harry asked as he followed you towards the kitchen. You shook your head, leaning against the counter. “No, I haven’t,” you answered, giving him a smile. “You’ll have to take me.”

Then, ignoring the butterflies his returning smile gave you, you went on, “And here’s the kitchen.” Lucky jumped up onto the counter next to you, and you grinned, petting her. “It’s her favorite room in the house.”

“I’m sure,” Harry laughed. He scratched her behind her ears, then walked around the room, his fingers tracing lightly on the white wooden table you’d chosen for the center of the room. “I like this better,” he said. “The Carlsons’ made the room look a lot smaller than it was.”

You nodded. “Yeah, I agree… Was too big. Made it cramped.” Harry’s gaze went out the back windows, which were floor to ceiling and looked out on the small woods in the backyard. There was a beat of silence, and then you walked over to stand next to him. “Were you… in here a lot?”

Harry shook his head. “Not really. I think they invited me when I first moved in… but that’s sort of it.” You hummed in response, and then asked, “Were you close with, uh - with the Carlsons?” Harry shrugged. “Eh. Not really. Y’know. Neighbor stuff.”

You bit your lip, smiling slightly. “Didja take them to the fair?” Your smile widened as Harry glanced at you, dimpling, and shook his head. “Nah,” he said. “But we didn’t share a cat, so I think the rules are a bit different.”

“Oh, really?”

“Mhm,” Harry hummed, looking back outside. “Yeah, there’s a bit more…” He tilted his head back and forth, searching for the right word. “Intimacy,” he finally seemed to decide, giving you a smile that tugged his lips into an almost-smirk. “We’re co-parenting a little one, after all. There’s got to be some… dinners involved.”

“Ah, yes, dinners,” you echoed solemnly. “To discuss parenting techniques.”

Harry nodded. “You get it.”

“She’s a bit spoiled, you know,” you said, watching her jump from the counter onto the table and sprawl out on the wood. “So we should probably get on those dinners.” Harry grinned. “Oh, yeah?” he asked, and you nodded. “Yeah. Definitely. Like, as soon as possible.”

His face lit up. “As soon as possible? As in, tonight?”

“Yeah,” you replied, a slow smile growing on your face. “As in tonight.”

Harry grinned back at you. “It’s a date.”

***

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“Compromise”

Spike x Summers! Reader

Warnings: language, make out scene, implied sex, nothing more than PG-13

Description: You hate bullies. Always have. You and Spike get into it when he continues joking about murdering your friends.

“Don’t go.”

You’re tangled up on the crypt’s couch after a long day of you studying and Spike trying to distract you from studying, but now your homework’s finished and it’s time for you to meet the gang at the Bronze.

“You could come with me,” you say, pushing him off of you lightly and standing up. Your notes and textbooks are littered across the floor from some unconventional study methods that took place earlier in the day, and you kneel to scoop them into your backpack.

Spike spreads out on the couch in the space you’ve left behind. “No thanks, love. I can barely keep myself from biting them now, even with the bloody chip. If Buffy and Riley make eyes at each other one more time in my presence, I might have to go for the jugular.”

It’s a small comment, no worse than some of the other things he’s said about them, but it rubs you the wrong way. It’s not so much that you thought he would stop hating your friends once you got together as you thought he would respect you enough to not hate them so loudly.

Your textbook thumps to the floor as you straighten, scowling. “Listen, I know you don’t like the Scoobies, but they’re my friends. You don’t have to come with me, but you can’t talk about them like that.”

Spike blinks at you. Then a slow grin slithers across his face. His fingers wrap around your wrist, drawing you toward his lap. “Hey, don’t be jealous. You know that if I got to bite anyone, you’d be my first—”

You yank out of his grip and pull on the straps of your backpack. “It’s not funny. Everyone else I’ve dated has gotten along fine with my friends. I mean, sure, they’ve noticed that Buffy gets into a lot of fights and Willow is into some darker stuff, but they would never try to isolate me from them. They’d make an effort, because they knew it was important to me.”

“Well, I’m not like everyone else you’ve dated, am I?” He gestures to the crypt, to his incisors. “The Slayer and I are natural enemies, in case you’ve forgotten. And by extension, her friends are my enemies, too.”

“And by extension,” you mimic, drawing your vowels out too much in a clumsy attempt at his accent. “So am I.”

“That’s different.”

“Is it?” Your hands are planted on your hips now. You still have to change clothes and drop your backpack off at the house, so you’re definitely going to be late, but this conversation has been building up for awhile. You’re glad, in a sort of angry spiteful way, that it’s finally out in the open. “Because Buffy, Dawn, and I are blood. You can’t separate us. And you wanting to, that’s not love. That’s possession.”

He sits up at that, and you backpedal, taking two steps toward the door. You’re not afraid of him, but you are afraid of what he’s going to say. Of how you’ll respond. Blood is rushing to your head, making you rash. Despite the cold of the mausoleum, you’re red hot.

“So now you don’t think I love you?”

The words hang between you, thickening the air with heat and tension. His sleeves are rolled to his forearms and you can see his veins pop slightly when his fist clenches. He’s trying to keep calm, but it’s a struggle for him. It reminds you of just how quickly the tables could turn if he ever gets the chip out.

“You treat me like a man,” he says, after a beat too long of silence. “And I’m not talking about the little bit. I’m talking about them.” He spits the word out like it’s poisonous, like he needs to get the taste it leaves out of his mouth.

“Maybe they’d be more likely to treat you like a man if you stopped being such a—”

No. You can’t go there. You won’t come back from it.

You suck in a deep breath, square your shoulders.

“I don’t want to fight,” you say, even though you really, really do. Both of you have been itching for it. Things have been almost domestic lately, which would be nice if you hadn’t spent the past few years always waiting for the other shoe to drop. You don’t know what to do with comfortable. Neither does he. “I’m going to go meet the others at the Bronze. I’ll see you later.”

“Fine.” He picks the remote off the coffee table and flicks the TV on, drowns out your footsteps with a crime show that opens with gunshots, makes you flinch.

Outside the crypt, you pull a stake from your bag and begin your walk home. You’re not worried about anything attacking you. You’re angry enough to hold your own. But you’re also not stupid, and it would suck if your night out was interrupted by another kidnapping. After you stop by the house to slip into something less comfortable, you go straight for the club.

The building is crowded with sweaty teenagers. The band on stage tonight is a good one and the music is so loud that you can hear it thrumming in your chest, taste it in your mouth. You dance your way through the throng to your friends’ table. Xander, Anya, Willow, Tara, and Dawn are squished around a formica top, laughing and drinking and having such a good time that your bad mood dissipates. You pull up a stool and Xander wraps an arm over your shoulder.

“We were starting to think you weren’t coming,” Xander says. He’s got a fruity cocktail in front of him that makes you smile.

“I got a little held up. I’m going to get a drink. Does anyone else want anything?”

“I’ll take a margarita,” Dawn says hopefully, and you narrow your eyes until she revises. “A coke would be good.”

“Uh huh.”

You drape your jacket over your stool and stand back up. On your way to the bar, you spot Buffy and Riley on the dance floor. They look a little stiff, but you’re proud of them for making an effort. Things between them have been tense ever since Faith slept with him.

Thinking of Faith makes your need for a drink extra strong. You throw back a shot at the bar and then get another to go, almost forgetting to grab Dawn’s soda. The bartender is flirty tonight. He’s cute, clean-cut. You’ve seen him around before, always hard at work, making people laugh with his jokes and getting them to open up. If you didn’t have Spike, you’d take the number he slides your way. As it is, you shake your head and smile.

“Sorry,” you say, and he seems to understand, going back to mixing drinks and chatting up customers. It’s nice, to have someone take your no at face-value for once.

When you get back to the table, you’re surprised to see Spike in your spot. Even though his discomforted expression verges on constipated, he’s carrying on a conversation with Xander. Well, they’re bickering, but you know for a fact that Spike could be a lot more cutting if he wanted to.

You slide Dawn’s coke across to her and flick Xander’s ear when he insults your boyfriend.

“Hey!” He clasps his hand to the reddened cartilage and Anya rubs his shoulder soothingly, although the corners of her lips twitch.

The aren’t any chairs left and the table isn’t all that big anyway, so you stay standing, watching Spike’s face intently when your sister launches into a story about a friend of a friend at school who swears the girls’ bathroom is haunted. He’s nodding in all the right places, interjecting with “bullshit!” and “bloody hell!” to egg her on. He’s laying it on a bit thick, really, but it warms you better than the alcohol.

Dawn’s eating it up, though. She’s not often the center of attention for anything mundane. It’s always about her being the key, never about her as a person. Xander’s rolling his eyes at Spike’s sudden rapt attention, but you think it’s sweet.

When Tara makes a joke that no one else gets, Spike booms with laughter. When Willow goes off on a tangent about her computer class, he almost nods his head off. Finally, the group dissolves as Xander and Anya sneak off to have sex and Willow and Tara twirl on the dance floor.

You stay with Dawn, unwilling to leave her on her own with Glory around. Spike keeps the conversation flowing, but his questions about school are clumsy and his small talk is bumbling. It’s endearing for awhile, how little he understands today’s education system, but you turn the topic to generalities when Dawn kicks you under the table. She respects Spike, in her own strange way, and she’ll be embarrassed if he knows how poorly she’s doing.

Then it’s all favorite movies and gossip and dirty jokes, keeping the conversation light even as you have to shout to be heard over the music. You don’t even tell him off when he details one of his old world murders to Dawn, figuring that she’ll hear—and see—worse in her lifetime.

When Buffy and Riley come back to the table for a breather, the awkwardness creeps back in. After Spike flounders for the fourth time while trying to find a safe ground to land on, with Buffy and Riley both giving him the stink eye, you drag him off to a more secluded spot under the stairs.

“I promise I wasn’t trying to offend Sargeant Square,” Spike says, holding up his hands. “I thought everyone liked to bitch about work. I didn’t know he had been demoted.”

Instead of answering, you rise up on your tiptoes and press a kiss to his mouth. His hands cup your cheeks automatically, but before he can pull you into something more heated, you lean back.

“I want to say thank you, before I forget,” you say. You wrap your arms around his waist, slip a hand into his back pocket teasingly. “And I’m sorry.”

“I didn’t do it for them.” His fingers trail down your neck, tangle briefly in your hair, squeeze your curves. Everyone’s too drunk to notice or care what you’re doing, so you allow it. “I still don’t like them.”

“That’s okay. We’ll work our way up to that.” He rolls his eyes, but he’s not in a bad mood, so you push your luck with a cheeky smile. “I can’t be your only friend.”

He scoffs. “I have lots of friends. You’ve just— you’ve never met them, because they’re dangerous.”

This strikes you as funny and you kiss him again, longer this time. Being here under the stairs, buzzed, wearing an outfit that’s maybe slightly too revealing, finding a slice of peace in the middle of a war, it’s all so good. Maybe it’s the alcohol, but you’re so happy. You need to tell him something, but you don’t know if you have the words to convey exactly what you want. You try anyway.

“The bartender hit on me earlier.”

Spike grins unexpectedly. His teeth seem very sharp. You’re worried he might have eaten the man somehow when you weren’t looking when he says, “I saw.”

“I want you to know I didn’t—” You’re not drunk, certainly not drunk from only two drinks even though they were Bronze strength, but it takes you a minute. “Guys like that used to be my type. But I didn’t even think about it. I only want you.”

“That’s the only reason why I didn’t kill him. That and the chip.”

“That’s not funny,” you say, but he’s holding you in his arms and smiling down at you like he’s going to swallow you whole and it is, a little, because for the first time you’re sure he doesn’t mean it. He trusts you. And you trust him.

But that doesn’t mean you don’t protest when he leaves to go buy you another drink.

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A Northern Light - Part 34

Summary: A multi-chapter Got x Reader series.

Jon leaves for Dragonstone, leaving (YN) behind to recover and Lord Baelish takes advantage of his absence, taking the opportunity to befriend the soon to be queen. 

Series Warning: The series will roughly follow the TV storyline, so it’s not always going to be smooth sailing for the reader. Series Pairings: Robb Stark x Reader, Jon Snow x Reader

Word count: 4179

Warnings: A bit of fluff... some angst maybe? If you squint.

You can find the series masterlist of ‘A Northern Light’ linked to the masterlist in my bio.

Please feel free to drop me a message, comment or ask, your feedback would be very much appreciated.

A/N: Sorry I’m a bit later than I expected to be with this guys. I ended up getting called in to work for most of last week, which completely stuffed up my whole writing schedule.

Jon exited the crypts, his hands clenched into fists at his side, his feet punishing the ground beneath him, reeling with disbelief that Littlefinger felt himself important enough to disrupt him while he paid respects to his father. And not just interrupt... he had the gall to expect thanks for the role he played in the battle against Ramsay Bolton. And while it was true, they all would have died without the aid of the Knights of the Vale, Jon wasn't stupid enough to believe Baelish did it for anything other then his own benefit, otherwise he would have joined his knights on the battlefield. But one quick glance at the self-made Lord's pretty clothes and immaculate presentation, Jon doubted that his smooth manicured hands had even picked up a long sword, let alone used one.

For the most part, their conversation was a one sided affair, Baelish did all the talking, while Jon tried his hardest to ignore him. His words were completely wasted on Jon, he was never going to like the man, whether his men saved them from Ramsay Bolton or not. Baelish was a clever little man, with clever little sentences and Jon didn't trust him one little bit. So when Baelish mentioned Sansa and how much he loved her, the conversation came to a very rapid end. Wrapping a single hand around his throat, Jon shoved Baelish against the wall, squeezing and choking, not even the slightest bit remorseful for the fear it evoked in the man's eyes. "Touch my sister... and I'll kill you myself." And Jon meant every word he said... But it also meant more. It was a little dig. A little dig to let Baelish know that unlike him, he was a man willing to do his own dirty work, not needing to send in other men to do his bidding.

Making his way across the courtyard, Jon noticed Ser Davos on his horse, ready and waiting to leave for their trip to Dragonstone. Giving the onion knight a strained smile, Jon noticed him gesture towards his horse as he spoke, "You have one more well wisher waiting to send you off."

There standing beside his horse holding it's reigns, was not the stable hand, it was (YN), rugged up as if she were caught in a blizzard, her complexion still pale and drawn. Giving her a soft and yet concerned smile, he made his way to her, rubbing his hands up and down her sides, the thick fur she was wrapped in making the whole gesture rather pointless, but nonetheless sweet. "What are you doing? It's too cold for you to be out here. Why do you think I came to say goodbye in your chamber?"

(YN) breathed in the cold air as she looked at Jon, noticing his features were somewhat strained... annoyed even, and just for a moment she thought she was the cause. However, her eyes were then drawn to the crypts, where Jon had exited in a huff just a few moments ago, only to see Lord Baelish make his way out, looking somewhat ruffled and foolish and she knew then, that it wasn't her. Curious to know what happened, she first answered his question before asking her own, "I know... but I wanted to see you off... and I'll be right here when you return." Tilting her head to the side, she watched Littlefinger eye her attentively, before quickly disappearing from sight, "I see Lord Baelish has tried and failed to work his charms on you."

Without meaning it, an amused sound escaped Jon's lips, shaking his head as he pulled her closer... this woman didn't miss a trick. Kissing her head, he brushed the snow from her hair, "Aye... he tried, but it didn't work." Then moving his head back to look at her, he ran his gloved thumb across her cheek, "Be careful of him... he wants something."

Jon didn't know if she meant it, but she looked to Sansa and nodded her head knowingly, "A man like him always wants something... He has big ambitions and no morals." Her gaze touched by a soft smile, flickered across to her brother, who stood by Sansa's side, and added, "Let Lord Baelish try to get his 'something,' he won't get far." 

Jon's gaze followed hers, to see Angus talking away with Sansa, whatever he was saying seemingly amusing by the smile spread across her cheeks. A warm affection touched Jon's heart at the sight of his soon to be brother by law. Angus was a good, honest and honourable man, who clearly adored Sansa and if they happened to be betrothed by the time he arrived back from Dragonstone, he would not be at all surprised and certainly not disappointed. And (YN) was right... even though neither her or Jon had said so outright, they both knew they were talking about Sansa... and what Littlefinger stood to gain having the eldest daughter of Ned Stark at his side, would make him a dangerous man indeed. Even if his hands never did any of their own dirty work. But both of them knew, Angus would not let Baelish get too close... nor would (YN) for that matter. And besides all that, Sansa herself wasn't stupid, she knew what sort of man Lord Baelish was, she had been burnt by him before... on more than one occasion.  She had grown so much since leaving Winterfell all those years ago, she had no choice but too. No longer was she that naive young girl who treated him just like her mother did, she was a woman, full grown and wise from the unspeakable things that had been forced upon her... and Jon felt confident that she would not fall for his scheming ways again.

With a kiss to her forehead, he spoke, answering her statement, "With you and your brother around, I don't think he will."

Moving her lips to his, (YN) kissed him, her voice teasing, "I'm more worried about you... I hear the Targaryen queen is quite beautiful and rather bewitching." With soft fingertips, she played at the edges of his beard, "You may arrive back here, her loyal subject."

Another amusing sound escaped Jon's lips, though this time it was more of a snort, unable to imagine anything more ridiculous. In a few weeks he would return and they would finally exchange vows... making her a queen once more... and in his eyes, the only queen worth following. And the freefolk... they already thought of her as queen... their own queen. Not just because of words from old folklore and legend, but because she was honest and smart and compassionate, not to mention a formidable spearwife who understood what the folklore asked of her, and yet she did not shy away... she was courageous. Cupping his palm around her cheek, he chuckled, though his expression was flush with tenderness, "I am already the loyal subject of another... soon to be queen."

(YN) pretended otherwise, but Jon could tell by the subtle down turn of her gaze, that his words embarrassed her, covering it up with an exaggerated curtsy, "I think you're forgetting that you are the King... My King... and I am the loyal subject."

Grapping the edges of her furs, Jon bundled them together, covering her exposed neck from the icy morning air, smiling with affection. Resting his cheek against her head, he wrapped her tight within his arms and breathed in the sweet scent of her hair. He was going to miss that smell, miss the feeling of her leaning into him, the way her fingertips gripped at his waist, how just the closeness of her brought warmth to every finger and toe, even on the coldest of days. Reluctantly, he relinquished their embrace, his hands now holding her gaze to his and with a gentle kiss he rested his forehead against hers, "When I return and we become husband and wife, we will be each others loyal subjects... we will be King and Queen side by side." Then leaning back, he gently grabbed her elbows through the mass of furs, speaking one last time before mounting his horse and making his way out the gates, his voice laced with soft authority. "But right now you need to get inside... before you end up back in the Maester's turret... I don't want anything to postpone making you my wife when I return."

(YN) ran her hands across her face and sighed, taking one listless step after the other, sick and tired of always feeling so exhaustingly tired. The small trip outside to farewell Jon had been draining. Never had an illness left her as weak as this one. The sickness itself was long gone, and yet her days were annoyingly plagued by a constant need to rest. Even compared to the time Inan and Meya found her moments from death at the edge of their small farm, the recovery didn't take quite as long as this. Bringing her to the conclusion that fevers were 'unfortunately' her thing. 

All in all, she was lucky, having grown up without too many ailments. Yet every time she did fall ill, it was always a fever and for one reason or another her body did not cope well with them. But this one had been by far the worst, hating that it was holding her back from accompanying Jon to Dragonstone and forced the postponement of their nuptials. With another small sigh, she reluctantly resided to the fact that there was nothing much she could do about it, other than rest... in the hopes it would speed up her recovery. So upon entering the hall, it was her intention to sit quietly in the corner and warm herself up with a steaming pot of tea. Sitting there, she happily sipped away watching everyone as they went about their daily chores, and besides the occasional smile or greeting, she was left in peace, until the ever insidious Lord Baelish came striding through the door. And with another sigh, she glanced to the gods and quietly prayed... wishing that one day she would be surrounded only by those she could love and trust.

After the battle, she was both glad and relieved to see the retreating from of Melisandre leaving through the gates of Winterfell. Banished from the north for the unspeakable and barbaric murder of sweet Lady Shireen, who's young innocent life was taken in the cruellest possible way. Stolen by Melisandre and her precious beloved flames, all in the name of her 'Lord of Light.' But as (YN) gladly farewelled one foe, another jumped right into their place.

Almost gliding across the hall, Lord Baelish tried his best to make eye contact, (YN) trying her hardest to avoid it, just as she had with Melisandre. But the rare moments she couldn't avoid the red woman's piercing stare left her unsettled. Those piercing eyes were always searching her own for something... searching for answers... answers that she was somehow intrinsically tied to. And if there was a hearth or fire burning close by, it was both confronting and completely unnerving. To see those flames dance uncontrollably... spark and flare with every movement she made, left Melisandre's searching eyes rattled and (YN) disappearing from her sight. The whole thing bothered Jon too. Not that either of them really spoke about it, but (YN) knew, she could tell how his eyes would flicker anxiously between her, the flames and the red woman, his eyes filled with questions. Yet without even speaking the words, they both knew the answers lied somewhere within the old folklore of their wildlings friends. Their stories, their myths, her sword and what it did within her hands... was all intrinsically tied to the red woman's dancing flames. 

Yet, the unease that Lord Baelish ignited in (YN) was altogether different. It had nothing to do with flames and fire or piercing eyes burdened by unanswered questions. Nor did it arise from any one god or religion. (YN) knew immediately... after a single moment in his presence, that he worked on behalf of no god, no religion... no single soul alive or departed... no one but himself. And there was no question in her mind that he sunk to all kinds of deplorable means to gain his desires.

With a quiet breath, she looked down at the cup in her hands pretending not to see him, but she knew her attempts to avoid his gaze were fruitless and before long he was making his way towards her, his smile thick and cunning. Always cunning. "Lady (YN)... It's wonderful to see you up and about." Gesturing to the seat opposite her, he spoke again, "May I?"

(YN) fought from rolling her eyes at the man who had interrupted her peace and quiet, wanting to say no to his request, but all those years of childhood etiquette lessons were too deeply ingrained. Without speaking, she simply answered with a nod of her head, her smile somewhat forced as he sat down in front of her. Ignoring her less than warm reception, Lord Baelish spoke again, "I trust you're feeling much better and I'm pleased to finally have the chance to formally introduce myself."

Unable to hide her clipped tone, she answered, "There's no need for introductions, Lord Baelish... I know who you are."

Studying her features, Petyr noted how unimpressed she was to see him, her back stiffening somewhat defensively, her words even less welcoming. After saving her and her betrothed from the much bigger and stronger Bolton forces, he had expected a much warmer welcome, but these Northerners were proving hard to impress. Yet, as he looked across the table to Lady (YN)... it was he, who was impressed. Of course she was beautiful, not one story describing her beauty did her justice. She was exceptional. And yet, she was much more than just a stunning face. Even though they had barely shared a word together, he could see it from a mile away. Lady (YN) was intelligent and perceptive, capable and courageous... and no doubt a queen long before Robb Stark was ever declared a king. Now her soon to be husband had just been declared King himself... and she would once again carry a title which truly befitted her.

Ever persistent, Littlefinger smiled as if she had been joking, "Yes, Just as I know of you, my lady... Your beauty and reputation precedes you... And it seems for once that the stories are true." Leaning back in his chair, he added, "You will make a fitting queen, just as I'm sure you were before." His flattery fell flat, her gaze unimpressed... or was it annoyed? He wasn't sure, so he tried his luck again, "It seems as though, great things happen to the men who win your favour."

Pushing her cup of tea to the middle of the table, she stood up, her eyes wide and yet her expression short of patience, their conversation coming to an end far soon than he intended. Taking a deep breath she ran her hands down the front of her dress, her eyes holding his firmly, "Let me assure you, Lord Baelish... My husband was a great man... but what happened to him was far from great." Standing to his feet, Littlefinger's chair scrapped loudly across the ground, realising his usual clever use of words had failed him, his statement unthinkingly tactless. Raising his hands before him, he began forming an awkward apology, but (YN) quickly silenced him... she was not quite finished with him yet. "I don't know exactly what it is that you want... and while I'm grateful for the aid your men provided... which obliges us to welcome you here... it does not mean that I am obliged like you." Picking up the hem of her skirt, she added one final thing before excusing herself from the table, "I do not trust you Lord Baelish, and I do not like you... so please, stop trying to win my favour... and Sansa's... You are only wasting our time and your breath."

Littlefinger watched as (YN) walked from the hall without so much as a backwards glance, her head held high and her shoulders straight, unsure whether he should be offended, aggravated or enthralled. The way she regained herself after he stupidly dismissed the death of her husband... The way she silenced him with one subtle look of warning, her voice balanced by equal parts of composure, distaste and honesty, left him quietly impressed. This was an honourable northern woman... but unlike her honourable husband, parents and father by law, she wasn't stupid enough to expect the same from everyone in return... And all of this raised one very important question... If he could not gain her favour... what was he to do with her?

"You are the Lady of Winterfell, Sansa... Jon wanted you to have your parents chambers... It's yours." Feeling much better now, (YN) sat with Sansa out in the Godswood, where it was peaceful and quiet and free from any disturbances. No word had arrived from Jon, though she doubted he would have arrived at Dragonstone yet. The very thought annoying her to no end. If Daenerys' letter had of arrived just a couple of weeks later, she would have been well enough to travel with him.

Lifting her eyes from her footprints on the ground, Sansa held (YN)'s gaze, and in a rare appearance rays of gentle winter sun streamed through the branches, landing softly upon her features. Yet, its warmth was lost. Carried away by the chill that was now a permanent feature of every passing day. She was such a beautiful woman, and really had taken well to her role as Lady of Winterfell, both of them doing a rather exceptional job leading in Jon's absence. With a small shake of her head, Sansa responded, "But Jon is King now... and soon you will be Queen... it should be your chamber... not mine."

Now it was (YN) shaking her head, "It doesn't matter in what room we sleep, Jon sees Winterfell as yours... whether he is king or not... Winterfell belongs to you."

Sansa's porcelain cheeks reddened, her eyes softening as her gaze travelled to her boots hiding the small smile that enveloped her lips. "I know he does... But if we somehow survive the Night King and Cersei and whatever it is that Daenerys wants, Mountainbreak will become my home."

(YN) only smiled in return. It was a complicated situation, one that would remain complicated for probably sometime. Winterfell was the ancestral home of the Starks, the wardens of the North and in times long past Kings and Queens too. And although Jon was King, he was not a Stark by name, making Sansa, Winterfell's custodian. But then there was Bran, whose fate was currently unknown. If gods willing, he lived... he would be the only trueborn son left, making him the rightful heir. Yes... it was really quite complicated, but (YN) paid it no heed as she took in Sansa's complexion, still pink and flustered.

It was all really quite sweet. Both Angus and Sansa were smitten with each other from the moment they met, however Angus had felt the need to give her some space. After her less than perfect experiences with love, he didn't want to rush her into anything, not that love ever had anything to do with her previous matches. But the space was simply not needed. Sansa immediately felt comfortable and safe within his company, if not a little flustered and shy and the way (YN) saw it, they had both been wasting valuable time tip toeing around their obvious feelings. Then out of the blue, just a few days earlier, after months of tip toeing and sweet awkward moments, Angus jumped right in, head first, and asked for her hand in marriage. All without a single moment of courting and the pair of them were both happier than she had ever seen them.

There was one person quite unhappy with the union though, and it didn't take much guessing who. Lord Baelish. In the past few days he tried every trick and scheme to advise Sansa against the match... namely the fact that a lady with a last name such as hers should pair with someone much more prestigious... or at the very least someone who held a wealth of land and forces. No doubt meaning a man not unlike himself. Sansa quite skilfully took it in her stride though, feigning ignorance to his less than subtle hints, simply stating, 'Such suitable matches have done me no favours in the past... I am in no hurry to try one again.' But as much as the self made lord tried to use his clever words and manipulative ways on Sansa, he never dared say a thing to Angus, in fact, he seemed rather intimidated by the Lord of Mountainbreak... scared even. Maybe it was the way he ominously glared at Petyr whenever they shared the same vicinity... but more than likely it had something to do with the forceful and rather one sided conversation the two men had about a week before the King left for Dragonstone.

It played out in much the same way as the conversation had down in the crypts with Jon. Angus bailed Petyr up against a wall in a quiet corner of the courtyard, his broad strong hand wrapped around the lords throat, pushing and squeezing it against the cold stone bricks. With all the air trapped in his chest, unable to escape, Petyr could do nothing more than wait for Angus to finish his threatening words and hope that he was still breathing at the end of it. "You're a clever man Lord Baelish... You knew what you were doing when you handed over Sansa to that Bolton monster... that makes you a monster too." Tightening his grip around his throat, Angus was not quite done, "If I see you speaking to her... or even looking at her... or my sister... you will not leave here alive."

With the mention of her childhood home, (YN) smiled softly, wishing she was there right now. What she wouldn't give to be riding with Jon to the heart tree, picking the fruit from it's surrounding trees or to be baking something in the Mountainbreak kitchens. Lost in thought, she was soon distracted by heavy boots crunching through the snow towards them. Lifting her gaze towards the sound, she saw her brother rushing towards them, his features urgent, excited and shocked all at once. Immediately, both women jumped to their feet, their questions spilling from their lips before Angus even reached them. Stopping before them, he was breathless, his eyes locked to Sansa's, "In the courtyard... it's your brother Bran, his back."

Sansa froze, her expression pale with shock, her voice a shaky whisper, "Are you sure?"

Having never met Bran before, Angus opened his arms before him, lifting his shoulders a little in a gesture that said he couldn't be sure, "I wouldn't know Sansa, but Lord Manderly believes it's him."

Lifting her skirt, Sansa began walking, each step a little faster than the one before. Holding her breath tight in her chest, she tried to supress the hope she felt bubbling to life around her body, not wanting to feel the debilitating defeat should it turn out not to be him. Flooding through the gates of the Godswood, Sansa came to an abrupt standstill, her eyes... her body, incapacitated at the sight of Bran sitting atop of a cart, his motionless legs covered in furs and a woman standing protectively beside him. Just a moment later,  both (YN) and Angus were behind her, (YN)'s hand gently nudging her shoulder, "It's him... Sansa, it's Bran."

The sound of (YN)'s voice broke her from her stillness, her feet once again speeding up with every step, any faster and she would have been running. Stopping before Bran, she stared at him with quivering eyes and lips, barely able to believe he was there, too overwhelmed to register the detached emotion across his features or the monotone voice in which he spoke, "Hello Sansa."

Throwing herself forward, she enveloped him in a tight embrace, her emotion leaving her chest in ragged breaths, yet Bran did not reciprocate the gesture. (YN) could see the young boy she remembered was now fully grown... fully grown and completely changed. And not in the same way she had changed or his sister had changed... he was different in every way. Detached from his surroundings, yet somehow completely aware and knowing. Taking a single step towards the cart, (YN) smiled softly at the woman beside him, the movement enough to bring her to Bran's attention. For a long quiet moment he studied her face, his eyes holding no sentiment, his words strangely intuitive, leaving her silent. "(YN)... you look well... It's good to see you're feeling better."

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[prose-for-hire]

Bad to the bone

Part One

Pairing: Spike x Giles!reader

Request: Not really requested. Inspired and suggested by the 🏜 Anon !! This is a second part to ‘Bad boy, lunchable reader’ 

Warning: Bit of a rocky relationship with Dad!Giles, mention of reader feeling a kind of abandonment by him.

A/N: I’m not sure how similar reader is to the original fic (can a reader be ooc lol). I just wanted to show the softer side of their relationship despite the people around them being more hostile. It was really nice re-visting this one !! 

You ran, waiting on the kerb rather than in the house. You knew your dad wouldn’t follow you out. Not after that argument. You tried to just ignore what had been said, as if it had never happened.

You waited for the sun to set, knowing he would come for you as soon as he physically could. Your vampire. Ever since he had told you he loved you, you had been completely loved up. And everyone around you appeared to be against you both for it.

Despite it all, you couldn’t help your heart soaring when you saw him approaching on the motorbike that had suddenly come into his possession.

He grinned when he saw you, dismounting the bike as you walked towards him. He pulled you into a deep kiss. It knocked the breath from your body, his tongue meeting yours with a fierce passion. He always did this as soon as he saw you, just couldn’t resist it. Could never resist you.

He gestured for you to join him and you happily started to sit behind him but he paused you, brandishing something you hadn’t noticed what with his distracting kiss.

“On. Not bloody moving ‘til it’s on” He warned, coaxing the helmet into your arms and stared, waiting. When you didn’t put it on he spoke again, “Come on, stole it special didn’t I?” He encouraged softly. It made you smile when his tone softened that way. He only did it for you. You had always known his heart was softer than it appeared.

“Hey! You don’t even wear one, you’re treating me like a baby”

“Humans have skin. Soft, squishy parts. And you got the softest of all, pet” He said tenderly, moving his hand to rest against your upper arm ,as if in appreciation of said skin, “Can’t have you in harm’s way”

“Fine, but only if I can drive on the way back” You warned, putting the helmet on your head.

“Love-”

“If we crash you can do the hero thing, y’know, save me all vampire-style and kissing me”

“Yeah while all your bones are crushed beyond recognition”

“You… you wouldn’t kiss me if I was smushed into the floor?” You pouted, which made him tense his jaw. He loved you, God he loved you, but you didn’t half ask some stupid questions sometimes. You were so soft and unassuming though, you really wanted to hear the answer. He was a sucker for you.

“’Course I would”

“You mean it? You’re not just saying it?!” You laughed, looping your arms around him still stood beside the bike and pressing yourself into him. Almost hitting him with the extra padding around your head. You closed your eyes, so relieved that he was here.

“Just… come on, pet” He gestured behind him, trying to peel your arms from him. You just smiled a little giddily because you were in his presence and tried to press more kisses to his face through the visor. He looked around, making sure Giles or the Slayer wasn’t around. You weren’t listening so his tone changed a little harder, “Get on the bike or I’ll drive away into the sunset”

“Yeah, dust in the wind” You muttered with a pout but moved to sit behind him. He caught it but didn’t say anything.

You were clinging to him, his waist. He loved having you this way, driving you through the streets. Allowing everyone to get a good look that you were his. You leaned against his shoulder, the tension releasing from your shoulders the further you drove away.

You arrived at his crypt, a place you loved. It was a solace. You were able to love freely here. Without anyone’s unwanted opinions or fists getting in the way.

Nobody accepted your relationship and your dad was the worst. You had argued with him again. Just before Spike came to pick you up. It was becoming almost every day now. You wished you could share how much you adored Spike. How happy you were. How he took you to the library and sat there the entire time you were studying. How he offered such loving comfort. How he was there for you without question, without agenda. He was yours.

This is how you had ended up exchanging more infuriating words with your father.

“Look at him, Y/n, for pete’s sake! He’s bad to the bones of him!” He seethed as you tried to mention casually that you were staying over at Spike’s. You didn’t ask permission seeing as you had lived alone for most of your life until you had moved back in with him again.

“Dad, please, just believe me – I love-” You began, trying in earnest to get him to understand.

“You don’t know the bloody meaning of the world, child!”

“I’m an adult, Dad, I’m not your kid anymore!”

“No, I suppose you’re just some stranger I allow to live here rent free”

“I can leave”

“Then you should do so, as quickly as you can” He had said it in the heat of the moment and instantly regretted it. He was driving you further into Spike’s arms and he only comprehended this as his last syllable pierced the air towards you. Leaving you wounded, fleeing the scene.

Spike took your hand softly in his, guiding you through the grave stones and into the crypt he called home. Nobody would ever believe you if you told them how soft his heart was. All they saw was the big, bad vampire that had crashed into Sunnydale.

But he was good, no matter his faults. He was so good to you. He could get violent, you had seen the evidence from the fights he got into. But he would never let you see that. Wanted to protect you, make sure you were always safe.

He had been so close to trying to hurt your Dad recently. Giles had threatened him away from you. Shoving him hard into the wall upon realising he couldn’t fight back. Spike stood and took it. No matter how angry he got. He would have risked the headache if it hadn’t been for you. His way of proving he wasn’t backing away. He wasn’t going to lose you.

Spike hadn’t told you though, didn’t want to see you cry again. He hated to see you cry. Didn’t want to be the reason you were upset. He’d hide it from you, not wanting you to fall out with your Dad again. He knew how much his approval mattered to you.

It soon became apparent, however, that you were already slightly down. He didn’t press you to talk to him, just pulled you into his side. You had settled on the sofa in his crypt. He had cleaned up again, always swept around the crypt and tried to make it look habitable when you were coming over.

Wanted the best for you. Always.

You leant into his chest, not able to hide your frown now. What your Dad had said was finally sinking in. You didn’t know whether to ask Spike if you could stay here. Or whether this would only make things worse.

But this worry began to dissipate with every loving second you shared with him. You loved his jewellery. He often wore a single silver chain around his neck. You twisted your finger to look his necklace. Thinking, brow furrowing lightly now as you did.

He kissed you softly on the forehead before casting his eye back to the tv as he spoke, “Your old man again?” he questioned, knowing your moods as if they were his own. You just nodded, hiding your face. Nestling into the side of his neck.

He wrapped his arms around you protectively. As if he sought to save you from the world outside the crypt.

This is the man that was entirely bad to the bone. The vampire. A killer. But one who would never harm you, hated even a word said against you. Who would defend you even past his last breath. Who would whisper such tender love. Such sweet affirmations. His poet’s heart sung for you. You had found him writing feverishly. About you. For you.

You couldn’t describe it properly, but with him you felt safe. Safer than you ever had before. Despite everything you knew. He had told you his past in excruciating detail. But you still confirmed your love after. Because of the way he was with you. The way he cared. You knew something had shifted within.

He put something on the television as he pressed such tender kisses against your skin, trying to get you back to face him. God, he loved your face. He pressed his lips along your jaw, small kisses making a path of his love.

“Let me make you feel better, love?” He posed the question innocently but his eyebrow was telling you different. He loved to kiss the pain away. he was a big believer in healing through this kind of affection. He always wished to make you feel his love so intimately. He was the typical bad boy but you loved the bones of him.

Spike latched onto your neck, soothing kisses. Hands slowly roaming. He cherished every inch of you, sliding you onto his lap as he pressed further kisses against your skin. Your lips.

Wanted you to know that he was with you. But you never doubted this. His love always surrounded you. Like a quilt. An aura.

Suddenly this soft moment was shattered. This peaceful moment you held in reverence lost. Buffy had dropped in. Again.

“Get off them! Now!” She barked, an obvious disgust written all over her face. It made you both so uncomfortable. You loved so deeply and yet nobody could see through the attitude. The past he wasn’t ashamed of sharing with you despite always worrying about your reaction. You knew it all now and loved him more for it.

You didn’t understand how everyone else hated him so.

“Buffy, what the fuck!?” You muttered, she always brought this reaction from you now. You sprung from Spike who just moved his head a fraction to lazily glare at the slayer.

“Get up, Spike” She scowled at him.

“You can’t just come by unannounced and start slaying! It-it’s like Spike just coming to your house and starting to bite people at random!” You complained.

“He has done that…” Buffy said, crossing her arms over her chest, “Twice”

“Oh… right” Your brow furrowed a little, you were still getting used to the vampire thing.

“’S’alright pet, only a nibble. Like when I-” He arched a suggestive eyebrow as a heat ran up your face.

“Do not finish that sentence” Buffy warned before turning to plead to you, “Y/n, you know he’s no good. You know what he is. You don’t have to do this, to disrespect yourself this way”

“Buffy, I love him… he’s my boyfriend”

“Apart from the boy part, oh and the friendly part!” She rolled her eyes, “Come on” she grabbed your wrist and started to pull you away with her.

“Buffy, we’re not friends! You didn’t care to even know me until you found out that I was with Spike. This isn’t about me, it’s about… how you feel”

“No. it’s about you breaking Giles’ heart. Have you seen him lately?” She prodded, her tone turning harsh. She had tried to be understanding, played the concerned friend but she had given up.

She couldn’t understand liking Spike without hating yourself for it. Without treating affection as a transaction. He’s a demon. He had done horrible things and appeared to her to have no redeeming qualities. Apart from, admittedly, the fact that he was kind of attractive. Only in the right lighting, obviously.

“Yeah, I saw him thirty minutes ago when he threw me out of his house” You replied firmly. Your softness gone as she had made your life her business. Again. Buffy was so shocked she dropped your wrist.

Spike instantly got to his feet and moved swiftly to your side. His hand on you, he knew what this meant. He knew this would hurt you so much. You had felt distant with Giles for a long time, he moved away to basically raise some other kid. And left you behind. And now this was happening all over again.

You felt abandoned. Like he had created an entirely new family right here. Not made of blood but with the young people he helped all of the time. It was a secret he had kept from you and they had all been in on it. How could your own father make you feel like you were an outsider in your own home?

Spike’s hand was soothing on the small of your back. His eyes only on you. Sensitive to every minute inflection of emotion on your face. His expression held such understanding. Buffy looked between you, faltering only slightly before righting her face. He really did appear to love you. On the surface at least. His eyes didn’t move from you, his eyes glassy as he felt your emotions almost as strongly as you did.

He couldn’t help that swell of hope that you would move in with him though. No matter how concerned he was for you and your troubles, he was overjoyed that you might want to stay with him. To have you, by his side even in the day. To be close to you. Domesticity that he pretended he didn’t crave when you were around.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t realise…” Buffy offered. It was sincere. Of all the things she knew about Giles, she hadn’t expected him to parent like this. It was harsh, much harsher than he was on her even. She appeared to soften, want to offer a hand of friendship.

But Spike was already ushering her out of the door without her so much as collecting up her thoughts before she left. He hurled some choice insults out of the door with her before slamming the door shut.

He immediately moved to your side. Closing the space between you and allowing you to lean against him. He cradled your head whispering hushed assurances. That he would never leave you. That he would always look out for you even if everyone else turned from you. Which was exactly what it had felt like.

He knew this, knew your own thoughts as if they were his own. He didn’t like to admit it, although it was evident to you in abundance, but he was so soft for you. Especially when you were alone this way and you needed him. He was so comforting the gentle nature he shared with you almost made you cry. He continued to reassure you and held you to him through the night.

He wasn’t able to bite back any comments he had on your Dad, ones he had held inside for a while. He had never really liked that man.

Spike, this man who was so bad to the bone was your only comfort. All he wanted was for you to be happy, no matter what. He was soft with you where nobody else had been. He lifted you up, helped you carry on. He was yours.

You did move in with him after this, spending time together. It only made your relationship stronger.

You would make up with your Dad eventually. At your college graduation. He felt guilty, you had very rarely spoken to him since he told you to leave. He was protective, despite you having spent a large portion of your life looking after yourself.

He would never approve of your relationship with Spike fully, despite his assurance that he would never stop loving you because of it. He apologised though for his behaviour, something you hadn’t recalled him saying to you often. And something else.

“I’m proud of you, Y/n” He said, a hand patted yours. Your gasp audible. He had never said that to you before. It had honestly been all you had wanted to hear from him.

You still returned home to Spike though. You wouldn’t want to be anywhere else. He wished so badly he could have been there but it was the middle of the day. He showed you just how pleased he was for you either way when you returned. He was so supportive, even if you hadn’t made up with your father, Spike was all that you needed.

It wasn’t a fleeting love, you were his. For life.

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[julibf]

BOOK CHAPTERS FORESHADOWING... PART 2

So, remember my bizarre theory that George RRMartin uses the order of the chapters of the books to foreshadow or tell the reader a few secrets of the story?? You can read more here if you want to.  I decided to keep on looking on others chapters to see if I could find more interesting finds…

The first person who notice George using the order of the chapters to foreshadow an event was our own lovely @nattyslove22 who posted this image of Sansa chapter in the Vale shere she laments that no one will ever marry her for love.

   This picture was a huge hint that Jon and Sansa may indeed marry for love. So, if George put those two chapters following each other, what are the chances he made the same for other chapters???

 I then decided to go look for more Jonsas evidences in the books, paying attention to the following chapters after Sansa’s marriage discussions and for my surprise I realize that almost everytime Sansa possible marriages are being discussed, the following chapter is always JON.

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JON SNOW AND SANSA STARK MARRIAGE FORESHADOWING

In the first book A GAME OF THRONES, chapter 4 Eddard I, we have King Robert arriving at Winterfell and asking to visit Lyanna tomb in the crypts of the castle. While there King Robert decides to ask for Sansa’s hand in marriage for his son prince Joffrey. This is the chapter where Sansa and Joffrey become officially betrothed to each other and their Royal engagement its made official. The very next chapter? JON!!!!. This is also the chapter where Jon Snow will get drunk in the Feats for the king and ask uncle Ben to join the NightsWatch.

  In a CLASH OF KINGS chapter 52, SANSA IV, Sansa will get her period and be finally “fit to bear children to the king”. She is taken to the royal chambers to have breakfast with Cersei and discuss her future marriage to Joffrey. Cersei tries, as best as she can, to be a mother figure to Sansa in this very special moment and gives her a womanly advice. She tells her that love is a dangerous feeling that makes us all weaker and it should wiser for her to love only her children. Once again we have a chapter discussing Sansa future marriage to a king and the following chapter is JON VII.

Finally on A STORM OF SWORDS, we have the famous chapter 68, Sansa VI, where she is discussing with her aunt Lysa, the idea to marry her cousin, little Robbin. Sansa then laments that no one will ever marry her for love, and believes that its only her name and Winterfell that they all want. The next chapter once again? JON IX

 Do you see why I have very little doubt Jon and Sansa will marry for love? That much foreshadow its not a coincidence.

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 SANSA AND YGRITTE CONNECTION

 In A CLASH OF KINGS, chapter 51, we will have Jon Snow meeting Ygritte for the first time. By the end of the chapter Jon is ordered to execute Ygritte, yet, he fails to do IT. He lets her go and we all believed it was because she was a girl, but the following chapter its SANSA IV, which may be a clue form George that the reason Jon could not kill Ygritte, its because it reminded him too much of his red hair half sister.

   BTW what I am gathering from the books, it’s the idea that Sansa its always dreaming of love, always hoping for love, like she almost believed no one ever loved her. Sometimes I get the feeling she even doubts her own family love for her. The fact she always trying to please her parents like a puppy, or the way she resents Arya friendship with the common people and the fact she rather spent time with them; the fact that Robb left her in Kings Landing and never tried to exchange her life for Jaime Lannister.

The more I read about her I get a feeling that she was always a good girl, trying to please people because she desperately wanted them to love her, yet never really believe they did.

But I am also getting the idea that Jon always loved her, since day one from book 1. And this idea makes more and more sense. To have Sansa traveling the entire kingdom looking for love, while he was there all this time, right in Winterfell, its something very George RRMartin. 

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TYRION  AND DAENERYS

 In A CLASH OF KINGS, chapter 48 DAENERYS IV. We have Daenerys entering the House of the Undying where Daenerys will see visions of the future and past. Is in this chapter that Daenerys hears one of the most famous prophecies of the books. In this prophecy, the voices in the House of Undying tell Daenerys that “three fires must you light: one for life and one for death and one to love…” The next chapter of the book is chapter 49, TYRION XI. This will be the chapter where Tyrion will discover 13,000 jars of wildfire hidden underneath the city of Kings Landing. So, yeahh, I am expecting the third fire that Daenerys will light up to be Kings Landing.

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JAIME LANNISTER’S CHOICES

 In the first book A GAME OF THRONES, in the chapter 9, TYRION II, is followed by JON II. And look what we have here. This is where we have the famous conversation of the Lannisters siblings about Bran, where Tyrion informs Jaime and Cersei that the boy may live and it will be interesting to hear what he has to say once he wakes up. Jaime and Cersei look concerned and Jaime wonders who side Tyrion really is, to which Tyrion reaffirms his love and loyalty for his family. The next chapter is JON!!!

  Then later in A STORM OF SWORDS, chapter 72 Jaime IX chapter its also followed by JON X. In this chapter Jaime Lannister is contemplating his life achievements and how little has been written about him in the White Book of the Kingsguard. He is finally realizing that there is not much time left for him to do something great of his life and the rest of his history he will have to write himself and he is finally free to do whatever he chooses!!!

 We will see the Lannisters having to decide what side of the war they will choose, Daenerys or Jon and the books seems to point out they will choose JON.

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JON AND DAENERYS

 Finally in A DANCE OF DRAGONS, chapter 52 - Daenerys IX, we have the chapter where Daenerys finally rides Drogon for the first time. Now, if you pay attention to the final lines of this chapter, the way Daenerys describes her riding experience on top of Drogon, it reads very much as a sexual experience. It almost sounds like a sex act. The next chapter of the book is JON IX and again, I don’t think it’s a coincidence. I believe this is a foreshadowing of the love affair, an affair that will be based on physical attraction and lust. We saw it on season 7, the beginning of this affair but I don’t think its going to be long lived.

 BTW, the tv show also uses this method to foreshadow future events. Thats how I figured out Daenerys will be the Queen of Ashes by paying attention to the tv show foreshadowing.

That’s also how @mebongster87 was able to catch the hint that Jon will be a Stark by the end of this story in one their metas. (This is now one of my favorite theories!!!)

  So, that’s it for now. I was wishing I could read the entire A GAME OF THRONES in December to find out more hints and clues, but there is no way my ADHD can allowed me to read the entire book in one month. So, if anyone of you wanna try to look for more clues, please feel free to post online. I don’t consider this to be my own theory since it was @nattyslove22 the first on to notice this. The more foreshadows we may find the better. I just want to figure out the ending of this tale.

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[cryptmonsteruniverseimagines]

How would Look-see, Soot, Kinderfänger, and the Mordeo Queen take care of their s/o while she’s on her period?

Hope these are to your liking! College is a bitch.

Look-See, Soot, The Kinderfänger, and the Mordeo Queen taking care of their fem!s/o on her period

Warning: mentions of blood

The Look-See

Will be at your beck and call for the entire week. Too wrecked by cramps to get up and go anywhere? He’ll go and get stuff for you. You’re too hot? Off go the blankets and on goes the AC.

100/10 will sneak out of the house and steal whatever you want. If you make a passing comment about how you wished you had some mint chocolate chip ice cream, he’ll be out the door and come back with a shit-ton of ice cream. Just... don’t turn on the news. You don’t wanna know what he did to get it.

If you can’t get out of bed, he’ll just flip down there with you and snuggle you. He’s a very touchy-feely monster, so this is his element. He’ll hold you to his chest, stroke your hair, and purr to lull you to sleep.

Soot

He will immediately roll with the punches the second the red devil hits the house. He’s no stranger to blood at all, but he still gets worried when he comes to your house one day and smells a suspicious amount of iron in the air. He finds you on the couch, curled up in a ball with bags of junk food at your feet, and is thouroughly confused. This is... not how bloodied humans usually react when he finds them.

He’ll freak out and once you explain things to him, but will still be confused and scared when you say that you’re dying while experiencing a particularly awful cramp. What do you mean you’re dying? No, no, that can’t be right. You look just fine!

Oh, god, you’re bleeding out and don’t know how to tell him — those kinds of thoughts go through his head. His job is literally to get people who were supposed to die — you can’t blame him for getting paranoid when he hears stuff like that.

He can’t exactly go out and buy things for you, but after the first time he experiences shark week with you, he makes sure you’re absolutely gonna be prepared for the next one that hits.

The Kinderfänger

Because Kinderfänger spends most of not all of his time around prepubescent children (nobody really knows what his song would do to teenagers. Frankly, we don’t wanna know.), he does not know what a menstrual cycle is. Which is why he immediately starts freaking out the first time it starts around him. He smells blood on you, and he flips the fuck out. Who hurt you?! Who drew your blood, little maus?!

When you finally calm him down enough to explain it to him, he’s both shocked and disgusted. Excuse me??? You bleed from your where now??? And this happens how often???

Once he’s gotten over the initial freak out, he refuses to let you out of the lair. His children are sent out to steal things that would make you feel better. Keep in mind that this is a likely-centuries-old smoke monster that has no idea what Google is, so he’s only going off what you say will help.

Hovers constantly. When you’re particularly moody, it does far more harm than good. If he senses that you’re upset, he’ll try to cuddle you to help you feel better. This will lead to his children coming up and hugging you with him. They may be mind-controlled demonic kiddies, but they love you almost as much as he does.

The Mordeo Queen

Honestly? The least useful. As much as she hates to hear about how much you’re in pain from cramps, she wouldn’t be able to help you if she wanted to. Not only is she in the woods, practically isolated from you if you live in the city, but the smell of blood is enough to send her predator instincts into overdrive.

It hurts her so much to hear how you suffer on in this time of the month, she’s worried that if she goes near you, she won’t be able to control herself and attack you. It’s not fun for her, either.

The best she can do, if you happen to live within the vicinity of her woods, is keep other Mordeo away from your house. She’ll sit outside your cabin like a guard dog and attack any Mordeo that comes investigating the intoxicating scent of blood. As the most sentient Mordeo, she has the most control over her beastly instincts, and really, are they gonna argue with the leader of the pack?

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