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bobasheebaby · 4 years

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Eleutheromania- Monsters chapter 1

Pairing: Liam x Olivia

Word count: 1,581 Warnings: character death, mentions of child abuse, knife violence, blood, Evil Liam, Evil Olivia, dark fic Summary: An expected death offers Liam and Olivia an escape from their past A/N: More evil Liam. This one is severely twisted. This is a collaboration with @sirbeepsalot, so hang onto your seats.

Series warnings: Evil Liam, Evil Olivia, child abuse, character death, abuse, knife violence, blood, unhealthy sexual situations, NSFW content to come. By asking to be tagged you acknowledge you are at least 18 years of age.

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Disclaimer: We only own our OC’s, the rest we are just borrowing from PB.

Eleutheromania- (n) a great desire for or obsession with freedom

Liam didn’t shed a tear for his father the day he was placed in the cold, damp earth. Those around him thought it was simply a stoic facade, a way for the young king to stay strong in a time of grief.

Those closest to him knew the truth. There was never any love between Liam and his father. Maybe when he was a small boy he had loved his father, but he soon found it impossible to feel any love for the man he quickly learned was his father in name only.

A perfectly manicured hand slipped into his and gave it a gentle squeeze. “He got what he deserved.” No sadness or love was in her cold, calm voice.

Liam clenched his fists. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. Lung cancer. The words instilled more anger in him than he ever felt possible.

He never expected that one day he would be king. Ever since he became crown prince the thought that he would gain his new title due to disease never once crossed his mind. No, this isn’t how I become king.

Not this, not this time. He would take control over the years he’d been powerless to the things that happened to him. He would become king on his terms. His father didn’t get to go out after a ‘brave’ battle with cancer. He didn’t get to grow a single day older. He wouldn’t get sicker. This would be done for them. The only bit of justice they would ever get for the horrors they experienced at the hands of the man who called himself his father.

He quietly crept into Constantine’s quarters; he didn’t want to alert him yet. One thing he could be thankful for was that the disease made him sleep more, making it easier to catch him off guard.

This would be far from painless for his father.

He tightened his grip on his borrowed dagger. He knew she would be upset she missed this, but he needed to be the one to do this. She would have taken the lead. No, this was his time. It was for them both, but it would be by his hands.

A sinister smile spread upon his lips as he stood above his father. He contemplated burying the blade in his father’s side while he slept, but that would far too kind to the monster before him. Liam raised the dagger, slamming the jeweled hilt into his father’s sternum.

Constantine woke with a start, gasping in pain, his sapphire eyes wide with shock, shifting to anger and then fear as he saw his son standing above him, weapon in hand. He opened his mouth to speak.

“No!” Liam hissed. “You don’t get to plead. I pleaded with you over and over and you never stopped. Olivia pleaded and you only hit her harder. It stops now!” He plunged the dagger into his father’s side, just below the ribs, the blade angled upwards to puncture his lung. He smiled as Constantine let out a pained gasp, a wheezing sound coming with each labored breath. He pulled out the blade and plunged it back into his father’s chest with force as he twisted the blade. He held the knife steady as he watched the life fade from his father’s eyes.

He slowly pulled the dagger from the former King’s chest, his smile growing into a broad grin. He wiped the dagger clean of blood before stashing it where it wouldn’t be found. Livvy would kill me if I lost one of her daggers. He thought of all the pain he’d felt at his father’s hands as he tried to draw up an ounce of believable emotion before he pulled his father’s lifeless body into his arms. He needed this to look believable. He needed to be covered in his father’s blood.

“Father! Someone help! Guards!”

The corners of his lips twitched upwards as he heard the pounding of feet coming down the marble corridor. He gave the best performance of his life: a distraught son, coming to visit his dying father to find him murdered in his own bed. The doctor came and declared him dead. He ordered that the king’s chambers be gutted and rebuilt; any reminder of his father in the room would only add to his grief.

Unknown to them, he was talking about a different type of grief. He bit into his tongue to keep from smiling. They were finally free.

Liam shook his head, his words spitting like venom. “No Livvy, he didn’t get anywhere near what he deserved for what he did to us and you know it.”

Olivia nodded. She knew he was right; death for Constantine was a gift he didn’t deserve. While they agreed that death was far too kind for him, they also knew that he couldn’t be allowed to breathe after all he’d done to make their childhoods a living hell. They needed him gone more than they needed justice.

Justice was something they knew they’d never get. Years of abuse and terror and only two people had ever believed them. They both ended up dead. Only three people other than Constantine knew the truth behind their deaths and they would never be believed. Liam and Olivia had no other choice; they had to take matters into their own hands.

Liam took Olivia’s small hand in his. “It’s okay Livvy, I’ve got you. He won’t hurt you anymore, neither of them will.”

Olivia looked up at him with tear-filled emerald eyes. “You can’t stop him, Liam. You can’t stop either of them,” she croaked, her voice hoarse from each harsh scream he had wrenched from her lungs.

Liam looked down at the floor. He knew she was right; there was no way to stop his father from hurting either of them. They’d tried to get help countless times and they were always told that they had gruesome imaginations.

On the outside, it appeared that they had everything any child could ever want. They lived in a lavish palace in a small country located in the Mediterranean Sea. Their life should have been one that was made of dreams; instead, they lived in a nightmare. They were both on their own until they learned each other's darkest secrets. Now, they vowed they’d always have each other.

They vowed to do what they could to take control of their lives. It would be them against the world.

“Maybe we should have waited until after the social season. You know Regina will try harder to push Madeleine on you.”

Liam glanced at her, his chestnut eyes telling her more than words. “It doesn’t matter; either way they would push for Madeleine.” He squeezed her hand. “I won’t agree to it. Regina can respect my wishes as her king or we can deal with her.”

Olivia nodded her even and calm face. She would give anything to teach the Bad Egg lesson but knew she needed to wait. “Aren’t you worried about the council?”

“They won’t be easily swayed by her. I’ll play the grieving son card and they shall keep things as planned.”

“When did the Bad Egg call for the meeting?”

“Later today. Don’t worry, we will be on our way to New York by morning.”

The council sat around the large oak table to discuss moving forward in the wake of King Constantine's death. The social season had already been planned, but his death meant that Liam’s marriage and coronation needed to happen sooner than initially anticipated. Liam frowned as he picked at a scone. Of course she’d try to push the date up to be as soon as possible so I won't have time to prepare. He took a sip of coffee as debated the issue with Duke Comvallier. It doesn’t matter what the Bad Egg says, the result will remain: Madeleine will not be my queen.

“Liam needs to be engaged. That’s how it’s always been done.” Regina calmly stated. She turned her gaze to Liam, her brown eyes narrowing. “Just get it done with and propose to Madeleine. She’s the best choice for you and the country. She’s who Leo chose.”

Liam’s jaw clenched. He would not be choosing Madeleine, ever. “Father’s passing was unexpected. I’m sure the council can make an exception this once. The social season is just two weeks away and we have women coming from some of Cordonia’s finest houses.”

Duke Domvallier tapped his fingers against the smooth polished oak. “King Liam is correct.” He nodded to the former queen. “As are you, ma’am. This is highly unorthodox but unexpected events, such as the death of the reigning monarch, will cause things to never go as planned. We will continue with the social season as planned. Whoever the King chooses at the end shall be queen.”

Regina seethed. She was positive that Liam had something to do with her husband’s death but she couldn’t prove it. She would find a way to make him accept Madeleine as his queen.

Liam nodded; he would have two weeks to find someone suitable. “Thank you, Demetrius.” He allowed his stoic façade to slip, a ‘sadness’ falling over his face. “Olivia and I will be traveling to New York. It’s too difficult to be here without Father under these circumstances.”

Demetrius nodded. “Of course.”

Liam had two weeks to find the perfect queen.

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agent-8449 · 4 years

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“ Eleutheromania “ (The manic desire for freedom.)

A mural style fanart for @fragmentedau !! i hope you like it, because i am absolutely in love with your art and au!!

Took a little under an hour. (but i kept procrastinating)

I am also working on a fan fusion between the sparkly boy and my long suffering Unstable!Steven ( @su-unstableau )

#art #steven universe #fanart #su #au #digital #mural #fragmentedau #<3

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shookykookie30 · 3 years

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Introduction

HELLU everyone! You can call me Berry 🍓 I'm 22 and I'm a student, currently surviving the uni life. I haven't read any of the manga's but I'll try my best to. I've been an ARMY since 2017, and the other groups caught my eyes slowly and next I knew I was deep into k-pop! Anywho, hope you guys like what I write and feedback is much appreciated<3 Ofcourse, constructive criticism,please don't be too harsh is all. Thank you for being here,much love, bisous <3

MASTERLIST

Artists I Write For:- BTS,SKZ,GOT7,ATEEZ,NCT(all units and sub units), WayV

Requests:-Accepting

Genre:- Fluff 🌻 ,Smut 🍂,Angst 🦋 ,Crack/Comedy 🦆

STRAY KIDS

Reaction to their S/O doing something romantic

Bang Chan

None yet

Lee Felix

Destiny is A Funny Thing(Changlix AU) ft Changbin 🌻🦋

Seo Changbin

Destiny is A Funny Thing(Changlix AU) ft Felix 🌻🦋

Sugar Daddy AU🌻

Halcyon 🌻🦋

Hwang Hyunjin

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Kim Seungmin

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Lee Minho

Coffee (Minsung AU) ft. Jisung 🌻

Yang Jeongin

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Han Jisung

Coffee (Minsung AU) ft. Minho 🌻

BTS

Kim Namjoon

Ukiyo 🌻

Namjoon Boyfriend Headconans 🌻

NCT

Lee Taeyong

Lisztomania 🌻

Yuta Nakamoto

Eleutheromania 🌻🍂

ATEEZ

Kim Hongjoong

Eudaimonia

Seventeen

Des Toutereaux

100 Followers GAME REQUESTS

Jungkook ask for Anon

First Love(Jungkook)

#bts #stray kids #kpop fanfic #shookykookie30 here #kpop au #seventeen x reader #kim namjoon #seventeen #seventeen fluff

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mcyt-tbkau · 4 years

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I should probably Explain The au huh

Imm. Gonna try to do that in this post-- forgive me i dotn kno what im doign.

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Enter the kingdom of Eleutheroia*, a kingdom known for it's ruthlessness and poverty, and most importantly its peculiar way of finding a leader.

Unlike most kingdoms, who elect rulers or have rulers chosen by blood, in Eleutheroia the leader is decided by strength.

Whoever can kill the current king or queen in Eleutheroia is declared the next king/queen.

This may seem like a very unstable system, and it is, thus the violence and poverty that runs rampant in the kingdom.

Now, lets enter the inhabitants of Eleutheroia.

First, Technoblade, the current king.

Technoblade has been king for 10 years, longer than most rulers, and is rumoured to be one of the strongest kings they've had.

Techno spends most of his time in the heavily fortified castle of Eleutheroia, or the nearby forest. Attempts on his life are not uncommon, neither are the resulting deaths of those who try to kill him.

I will expand on him in future posts.

Enter the polar opposite to the king, Tommyinnit.

Tommy grew up poor, in the more rundown part of Eleutheroia, with a knack for getting into trouble and a bitter hatred for the king and the kingdom.

His one wish is to be king, and he's willing to do anything to get there.

And so he does.

One day, when he's severely unprepared and in a severly foul mood he challenges Technoblade to fight to become king.

As you'd expect, he loses, bitterly.

However, unlike he usually would Technoblade spares his life. Opting rather to offer to take Tommy under his wing. Teach him to fight, and about the kingdom, so that one day, he can kill him and become king.

Seeing no better option, Tommy accepts.

And thats the au, essentially.

King technoblade training tommy to kill him and become king.

Obviously, there's more too it than that, and I intend to unpack that here, maybe write a fic about it. There are other characters but they'll come about later on.

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* Eleutheroia is derived from the words Eleutheria and eleutheromania meaning liberty and a frantic need for freedom respectively. I wish I could've incorporated more from the word Eleutheromania but..its a bigass word forgive me

#WOW THIS IS A SHIT POST HAHAGAHS #theres a lot more to it i swear and i will explain it all here please #other guys will appear like tubbo #philza etc #uhg. this took too long to write #anyway #technoblade #tommyinnit #mcyt au #mcyt #kingdom au #?

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moon-stars-n-jiwoo · 4 years

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Eleutheromania

(n.) an intense and irresistible desire for freedom

Road trip au

Pairings: HongjoongxReader and YunhoxReader, yes its poly

Genre: Fluff, light angst

Summary: It was the summer before you graduate college, and you had big dreams for your life. What happens when your two high school best friends make you an offer that could change everything?

click for moodboards and a snippet

“Doesn’t that just make you wanna see the world?” you let your voice just barely be heard over the wind in the trees. You laid your head on your hands, letting your mind whirl with the fantasy of travel.

Hongjoong cleared his throat, pulling you from your head “Actually y/n, we wanna ask you something.” at your confused face, he glanced at Yunho, and you could have sworn the taller boy looked nervous.

“What is it?” you stepped back from the boys and crossed your arms, not liking where this seemed to be heading.

“Do you want to go on a road trip with us?”

This is my first fic be nice

#fanfic #ateez fanfic #poly ateez #ateez x reader #hongjoong x reader #yunho x reader #road trip fic #moodboards #ateez moodboard #yunho moodboard #hongjoong moodboard #i make no promises to a schedule #im a student and im busy #eleutheromania #op

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disruptivevoib · 10 months

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SCAPEG♾AT is on the Soul Control/Eleutheromania Au playlist for a REASON!!

Screencap Redraw

#chonny jash #chonnys charming chaos compendium #cj soul #fanvoids #soul control au #eleutheromania au

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boba-xing · 5 years

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Feel free to pop a request in my inbox!

I write fluff (f) , smut (s) and angst (a) one-shots (female and gender neutral readers) for the following groups:

ATEEZ

BLACKPINK

NCT / WAYV

SEVENTEEN

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*I do not write requested series'*

This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivatives 4.0 International License (don’t worry, it’s not as scary as it sounds, you’re free to repost/reblog on Tumblr - for other sites that will not show/specify my blog name, credit must be included. Click the link to learn more or just have it explained better <3)

THE ASYLUM

Eleutheromania

- (n.) an intense and irresistible desire for freedom

SEVENTEEN

-Seungcheol:

Captivating - Werewolf AU - Taglist

Prologue . Chapter One . Chapter Two . Chapter Three . Chapter Four . Chapter Five . Chapter Six . Chapter Seven . Chapter Eight . Chapter Nine . Chapter Ten . Chapter Eleven .

ATEEZ

-Yeosang:

Softly (f + a)

NCT

-Johnny:

Starry Sky (f)

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Dawning - Mafia AU -

Prologue . Chapter One . Chapter Two . Chapter Three

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My Prince (f)

#masterlist #Kpop masterlist #Kpop

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trina864 · 2 years

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Eleutheromania | Lee Felix

Summery; Love and hate come from around the corner. You may not see it at first sight, but the next second it’s already there. Your hate was strong, but who was it pointed towards?

Paring: Lee Felix x Reader

Genre: Fantasy, Fanfiction, Romance, Angst, Fluff ‖ College AU, e2l

Word Count: 3.9 k

Warning: Bad relationship to parent, loneliness, vague thoughts about death.

‣ A/N: I have written for a long time, but I always have problems finishing the stories. This is my first ever story to post. I’m tired of not trying to post my work so here you go, hope you enjoy it. (:

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Eleutheromania

Noun | Meaning:

An intense desire for freedom

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Name: Y/N

Age: 19

Creature: Siren

Name: Felix

Age: 19

Creature: Dragon

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Legends and myths tell a lot of stories about the things we cannot see and therefore don’t believe in.

There is one story forgotten by many, but the story still lives on today.

There once was a phoenix who was in love with a butterfly living in the sea. The two of them couldn’t have each other because of their differences. That lead to them casting spells over each other.

The phoenix became a flower and once it would burn up the butterfly would live on without the phoenix. When the butterfly died, they would finally live together in the midnight sky where both could stay with the love they shared.

This story was so powerful that every time true love happens for those who is not meant to be, there will grow a flower and when the time is right that flower will burn, and out of the ashes comes a beautiful butterfly with wings made of morning dew and a heart as pure as gold.

The butterfly would forever fly with the true love and protect it form those who tried to break it, cause never was true love meant to be broken.

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It had been two months… two months of the new school year and two months of your bickering.

People around you two already knew what would happen when the two of you met. It could be in the hallways or in classrooms, you two would suddenly start to bicker with each other.

You and Felix loved to fight. No one ever backed down from a fight, which often lead to sour faces from you both.

But it made sense that the two of you fought as much as you did. You two were completely opposites. Felix a dragon, the dragon clan leader’s son. You a siren, your mom the leader of your siren kingdom.

Like warmth and cold, as soon as the two met it would explode into a storm.

“Felix if you think you are so good at everything then why not control the water?!” You yelled over at him. You had even turned in your seat to make eye contact.

You were sitting in class when you were given a question. The answer you gave was wrong. Felix, of course, had to make a comment that if HE were given the question he would have answered correctly. You, who were already pissed at Felix from an episode earlier that day, snapped.

“Y/N, I suggest you to be quiet or I’ll write home to your mother.” The teacher said, a stern look on his face. You immediately calmed yourself, turning back into your seat.

You didn’t need any message home to your oh so amazing mother, saying you had been noisy in the classroom.

The rest of the lesson you were in your own thoughts not even hearing any of the times Felix tried to get your attention.

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Next day you were tired and not in the mood for anything. The only little spark of exitment was to see your best friend’s happy smile when he would meet you in front of your lockers.

Hyunjin had been a big part of you life. You two were old childhood friends and growing up the two of you just always happened to be at the same place.

Same kindergarten, same middel school and now same high school. The past years in high school you had really grown close, creating a bond on trust and laughter.

You had even had you little crush on the boy, in middel school, but that soon went away. You couldn’t imagine being with him anymore, you had maybe seen too much?

But Hyunjin still was the closest relationship you had with anyone. You didn’t make many friends, actually only Hyunjin, and maybe your partner in water source class? But she did seem more annoyed by you than happy with you, so that one didn’t count.

You couldn't think of any other person that would make you feel even the slightest bit of excitement, not one

“Y/N!” Why was it that every time you heard his voice your eyes automatically rolled to the back of your head?

“Nice outfit.”

Looking down at your particularly boring outfit almost looking like a pyjamas you sighed remembering why you rolled your eyes.

Turning back to Felix who stood right behind your back you had to keep yourself from gulping down.

It was no secret that Felix was hot, one of the best looking in the school. Dragons just had that spark of flame y’know?

He didn’t even do much. A pair of black sweatpants, a white t-shirt tucked into his sweatpants in the right side only, black Jordans, and his famous pieces of silver jewelry hanging in his ears and around his neck.

That man was hot to look at no doubt.

Just too bad his personality wasn’t.

“You like what you see?”

His particularly deep voice broke you out of the trance. What even happened?

“No, sorry to disappoint you.” You couldn’t say he was hot, of course not, that would make him win in some way. You turned your back on him and walked away, but you knew it wouldn’t be that easy.

“Sure princess, that’s why you were staring at me?”

Felix ran up in front of you, walking backwards so he could see your reaction.

Your lips formed into a smirk seeing how he kept following you. Did he really like you that much? Risking to walk into something just to see your face? You wanted to ask, but you somehow also wanted to keep it to yourself it was a nice thought.

“I’m staring at you because you look stupid, trying to get my attention everyday by being rude won’t help you lover boy.”

That little sentence made Felix’s eyes light up just a tiny bit more, was it true? Surely not he was just embarrassed.

“Oh you would love that wouldn’t you princess?” That smirk, oh.. that smirk. You hated it. Felix lips formed that little smirk that you knew more than your own, his little smirk showed more than your eye rolls.

“I find it annoying. So I advice you to stop.” You kept eye contact with him, trying really hard to prove your point, but for Felix it was seen as something else. He could see the yell in your eyes for him to keep going.

But that soon broke when Felix bumped into a chair, falling over his own legs, and ending on his fine little butt.

The groan that left his lips made a loud laughter leave you lips. Okay, there was one thing more that could make you excited, and that was Felix falling.

You walked away with a more than satisfied smile knowing you had won this round.

“See you later fire boy!”

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“Y/N!! HEY!”

“JINNIE!!!” You matched his excited tone and his little run over to you with arms stretched.

Meeting in a tight hug you let out a laughter a true happy laughter as he hugged you tighter.

“How are you?” Hyunjin asked as he let you go. The two of you walked towards your one shared class, history of the creatures.

“Since yesterday? Good, I think.” You let out a light chuckle. Hyunjin always asked you this, even when he saw you everyday, always asked that question.

But maybe that was because he knew that a lot could happen for you in one day. Especially if you had gotten a message home the day before, which you had yesterday.

“You think?”

Why did he know you so well?

Hyunjin found it obvious that you weren’t okay today. The black under your eyes, your outfit, messy hair, and a really tired face.

You were not okay.

“Well you know it. She called again.” You gave off the energy that you didn’t care. It fooled Hyunjin much to your liking, but it didn’t fool yourself.

It didn’t fool the stains of tears on your pillow and it didn’t fool the ripped pieces of pictures laying scattered around on your floor

“Try to ignore her. Y’know she doesn’t mean it that bad.” Hyunjin said trying to cheer you up, but that didn’t really help, annoying you more actually.

It wasn’t his fault, but trying to get her in a better light was something you didn’t want.

She meant it exactly the way she said it.

But Hyunjin didn’t know that, so you couldn’t get angry with him.

“Yeah, but whatever let’s talk about something else!” You said packing your sadness away and trying to find a new happiness.

“What about you? Did you ask that girl out yet?” You asked. The big smile that opened on Hyunjins lips were enough to tell you so you let out a happy laughter.

“Good job Jinnie!” You said lightly clapping him on the shoulder.

“She’s so nice Y/N! We were out to get coffee the other day, and she said that she really enjoyed spending time with me!” The little happy scream that left Hyunjins lips were enough to make your heart melt.

You were so happy for him. You really just hopped that everything would succeed for him.

Hyunjin have had his share in heartbreaks. A year back he came to your dorm in the middle of the night crying his heart out while you did everything to try and cheer him up.

It ended up being a really fun night as you had put his favorite comedian on the tv. Even with a broken heart he couldn’t help, but to laugh at the jokes.

“Yea? She seems nice. Just don’t forget your bestfriend when you become a boyfriend to someone, okay?”

That was a fear you had for a long time. Every time Hyunjin would start something with someone you were always afraid that he would forget you, because without Hyunjin you had no one.

He hadn’t forgotten you yet, even with many girlfriends in his life, but the fear was always there when something new started.

“Of course not! I would never, you know that.” Hyunjin said turning to you with a smile, you responded him with one of your own.

“I know Jinnie, but y’know, the fear is still there sometimes. Oh we’re here let’s get going. Wouldn’t want Mrs. fun to be angry.”

Hyunjin laughed at your joke before responding with a nod. You sighed silently when he walked in. You really did hope he wouldn’t forget you.

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Walking out of your last class before eating break you sighed.

You and Hyunjin had said goodbye after the first class where he promised he would meet you to eating break, but now that you walked into the cafeteria you realized that wouldn’t happen when you saw him mooching away on a carrot while smiling and laughing with his shapeshifter friends.

Hyunjin was quite popular, something you were not, and every time he asked if he should introduce you to the rest of his friends you always declined with a polite smile.

You couldn’t get angry at Hyunjin for ditching you. The only thing angering you was that he had just said he wouldn't forget you, and now he forgot you, unless he ditched you on purpose, but Hyunjin wouldn’t do that.

But then again it was your own fault, if you had been more extroverted and actually met his other friend then you could just join them instead.

None the less you were in need of food and you didn’t really have anything against being alone so down you sat at a small table in the corner.

You couldn’t help the sigh though. A sigh tired of being alone, never really having anyone, cause even Hyunjin wasn’t really enough. It may sound selfish, but all you needed right now was selfish.

You desperately wanted someone to comfort you, to hold you when you cried, to tell you everything was gonna be alright, and to make you smile when you were in deep sorrow.

You were startled when your phone loudly rang. A few faces turned to you, but they weren’t interested enough to stay. Except one.

Felix had been looking at you before your phone rang. His frown was deep as he observed you.

He hadn’t looked at you like this before, from far away and just observering. He had only seen you up close where he stood in front of you, the expressions on your face were very different.

When you stood in front of him you were a strong confident women, but over there, alone in the shadows you were suddenly shy, sad and weak, a little girl.

It scared him.

Why had he never seen that before? That you too did have your weakness.

But his worry just got worse when he saw you reach out for your phone and looking at the caller id.

Your eyes widen, but it wasn’t because you were excited. It was almost like fear, fear that filled your eyes.

Felix didn’t really know why it worried him, you were just his enemy. But then again it wasn’t that he wanted anything bad to happen to you, he just enjoyed seeing your annoyed face.

That face, the face of fear placed over top of yours weren’t what he wanted. He didn’t like that face.

His eyes followed you as you got up from your seat, phone in your hand, and you almost ran out of the cafeteria where he could get a glimpse of you answering the call.

Felix didn’t really know what he was doing, he just knew he had to see what was happening. What if he was teasing someone who actually was in a really bad condition? He would feel so bad with himself.

So without any word he quietly stood up from his seat. The others didn’t notice, they were too busy teasing Chan that he was half 50.

Felix quietly went out of the cafeteria without any disturbances and once he was out it didn’t take him long to find you who were standing with your phone to your ear on the hallway just beside the cafeteria.

You were quiet, listening to her harsh words as always. It did shock you though that she called while you still were in school. She had never done that.

“Mom please.”

Felix eyes widen. Mom? It was your mom...

He had heard his father talk bad about the siren leader who happened to be your mom. That was the main reason for Felix to always tease you and make you angry.

Dragons and sirens had always hated each other.

Maybe that was also why your mom was so harsh in her words, cause today she got a new message form the teachers.

“Is it true what I hear?! That you’re talking with that scum!?”

You frowned when she suddenly said that turning the conversation from her normal talk about how your grades weren’t good enough and how you always were noisy in classes.

What was she even talking about?

Felix heard the question loud and clear, your mothers voice was so loud that even from afar he could hear every word.

“What are you talking about? Who?” You didn’t understand anything of what she was referring too, was it Hyunjin? But she knew him how could she be mad about that?

“That dragon scum! Jacobs son.” Your eyes widen when you finally realized who she was talking about.

And so did Felix’s.

“Felix? Mom we are NOT talking. He just keep annoying me.” You tried you really did, but you knew your mom better than anyone.

“I will not tolerate this behavior from you! You will never talk with that dragon again understood!?” You felt the frustrated tears well up in your eyes. Why did she have to decide who you were talking too?

You didn’t know why you didn’t just agree with her, it wasn’t that hard Felix wasn’t important to you, but you sure as hell were not about to agree with her.

“You don’t get to decide that mom.”

Felix who had turned around to walk away stopped in his step. He was so sure you would just have agreed and talked bad about him, but this surprised him.

It made him smile.

“What!?”

You sighed before continuing.

“It surprises me I have to tell you this every time, but mom I’m 19 years old, you don’t have any rights over me anymore. I live on my own, pay on my own. The only thing you do for me is trying to set rules. I’m tired of being your perfect doll so your reputation of a good leader doesn’t get cracked.”

Felix didn’t know what it was, but seeing you there, standing up for yourself, it made him feel proud. Tiny small sparks lit up in his heart, too tiny for him to notice.

“Fine Y/N. If you want me to leave you alone then I’ll leave you alone.” The breath you were holding let itself out and smile broke over your lips. She finally heard you and understood you.

“Thank you mo-”

“I’ll leave you alone from this moment on. You’ll not go home to the sirens after your school, you’ll not hear a word from me ever again, from this moment on I am not your mother anymore.”

Everything was silent for too long.

You couldn’t get a word out even though you wanted to scream. You wanted to cry when you heard her cruel words.

Not even when you heard the loud bip sounds of your phone, indicating that she had hung up couldn’t you say something.

You were frozen there, her words circling around your head.

“From this moment on I am not your mother anymore.”

Were you really that awful? Even your own mother didn’t want you?

There was some kick that started everything inside you, but you didn’t scream. You didn’t cry like you thought you would, no you simply dropped your phone that you still had placed to your ear and you fell to the floor.

You weren’t unconscious just sitting. Sitting and staring at the phone in front of you.

You were truly alone.

No one would miss you if you were gone.

Maybe Hyunjin would, but he would quickly get over it. If you didn’t live right now, no one would ever miss you, it would just be as if you were never born.

You didn’t hear the footsteps, and you at first didn’t feel the hand on your shoulder.

But when someone hugged you into them on your side you didn’t flinch, you just simply let the person hug you.

Felix didn’t know what to do, he was as shocked as yourself. Especially because he had a dad who loved him more than anyone, he didn’t know what it was like, and he never thought it would happen to someone like you.

The only thing he could think off was that you shouldn’t be alone at a time like this so without further ado he started walking towards your limp body sitting on the floor.

He was careful not to startle you when he sat himself down beside you on the hallway. He was careful not to harm you when his hand sneaked around your shoulder. He was careful when he pulled you into his chest letting you have a safe place to snuggle into.

And you did, without question.

Felix let his chin rest on the top of your head pulling you tighter into him.

He couldn’t help but feel guilty, if he had just left you alone from the beginning you and your mother wouldn’t have that fight.

He quickly felt his shirt get drenched with your tears, but it worried him that no sound left you. Not a sniff, not a scream, not a heavy breathing, just tears.

He slowly started to caresses your hair, it made you snuggle even closer to him just wanting to feel the warmth radiating off him.

You knew who it was, just by the smell, the warmth and his whole being.

You had heard from Hyunjin that Felix actually wasn’t that bad. Apparently the two knew each other from their friends and were good buddies.

You never believed Hyunjin, why would you when Felix had given you no reason to? But this...

That he stayed with you even when he knew it would probably be difficult. Many would just have walked away pretending as if nothing happened, but Felix stayed.

It warmed you heart just a tiny bit, and you were suddenly happy to have stood up against your mom.

“Y/N?”

For the first time you didn’t find his deep voice annoying, it was calming. Hearing him say your name made you feel as if everything was going to be okay.

“Mmh?” You didn’t really want to say anything, afraid your voice would crack.

“It’s gonna be okay.”

You snuggled even closer to his warm beating heart. That was answer enough for Felix, answer to the question if he wanted to be there for you instead of against you as it had always been.

Seeing you so vulnerable and trusting to him was enough to let him know that every little sign, every little spark that he knew he had felt when he stood in front of you was real.

That it wasn’t just anger, it wasn’t him being happy to see you suffer. It was his heart trying to tell him that you were important, that you could and would change everything in his life.

The times when he just wanted to have someone like the rest of his friends was over, he was now sure that you could be that someone, and he knew that he wanted you to be that someone, needed you to be.

And you knew that all the secret wishes you had given to the long nights were over, they weren’t wishes anymore.

You too knew like Felix that the tiny sparks of excitement - happiness, wasn’t just when seeing him fall, no it was when you saw his smirk, when you saw him laugh at you, when you saw his flaming eyes light up the moment you were in his sight.

Standing up to your mom wasn’t a coincidence, it was because you really enjoyed Felix and his teasing. You enjoyed being in his life, in his everyday life, and you wouldn’t want it any different.

You let out a smile when you felt him kiss the top of your head. You felt secure in his arms, his legs around your hips as you were pressed into him.

Your life had just been ruined, your mom cutting you off not even an hour ago, but you couldn’t help but be happy that all the bad stuff lead to this beautiful spark flaming up between you and Felix.

It had been planted between you a long time ago, it had grown too, but it was only now you two allowed to feed it and nourish it.

That spark between you two was the beginning somewhere far away. Somewhere no one had been.

A field of lavender purple flowers.

If you zoomed into the earth you would see the beginning of your flower. A beautiful little green stick saying hello to the world.

And as days passed and you and Felix got closer, laughed, cried, kissed. Your flower grew with love and care.

When it was time to say goodbye the flower burned down, it burned to ashes, and the ashes gave birth to your own butterfly flying up to the night sky filled with stars.

The stars greeted the lavender colored butterfly, and the butterfly forever lived on with love and care buried deep into it’s dew filled wings.

Love could never be broken even in a so vulnerable thing as a butterfly.

A/N: This is a work of trina846, please, DO NOT reupload.

#lee felix #stray kids #enemies to lovers #stray kids felix #skz #skz felix #hyunjin #stray kids hyunjin #bang chan #lee know #changbin #han jisung #seungmin #jeongin #felix x reader

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fairyofthefriz · 2 years

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* bans pots and pans together *

Attention! Attention! Tonight is QUESTION TIME, let’s go! Got any questions about my fics?

• Arya the Unlikely (Game of Thrones)

• Azuma no Yōsei (Fairy Tail x Avatar: The Last Airbender)

• Behold: the Baba Yaga Guild (Harry Potter x Fairy Tail)

• Baba Yaga and the Devils Research (Harry Potter x Fairy Tail)

• Eleutheromania (One Piece)

• Five Little Wolves (A Song of Ice and Fire)

• If you listen hard enough (Ghost Hunt x One Piece)

• I’ll Tend to the Flames, You can Worship the Ashes (Demon Slayer x Yashahime)

• In the Footsteps of a Giant (Batman x Percy Jackson and the Olympians)

• Look What You Just Made Me Do (Game of Thrones)

• King of Winter, King of Rivers; King of Ice and Snow (Game of Thrones)

• Succor (Naruto)

• The Scientific Method for the Unscientifically Minded (Ghost Hunt)

• The Sisters Red and Black (Game of Thrones)

• Thief Guild Pride (Game of Thrones)

• Vagabond Battleborn (Game of Thrones x MCU)

• What are Thunder and Lightning to Fearless Girls? (My Hero Academia)

• Where are you going, Hero Girl? (My Hero Academia)

• Winter is Coming (modern au Game of Thrones)

#let's go #thirsty thursday #friz writes

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liliumsabyss · 2 years

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Update

I will update Forever and im hopping to update Eleutheromania this week. Also I am so tempted to create a Moulin Rouge The Musical AU with Childe since I love it so much and I’m going to see the musical soon.

#update #childe x male reader #sugawara x male reader

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perrywander · 2 years

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Chapter 2

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Gregory climbed out of the vent as quietly as he could, keeping a lookout for both the security guard and the murderous rabbit lady. When neither woman immediately made an appearance, the brunet snuck past Chica’s room in order to reach Monty’s.

The gator had pulled the curtain open enough to peer out, the tension in the animatronics monstrous frame melting away upon seeing Gregory approaching from the other side of the barrier.

The Faz-watch vibrated in warning before Monty’s voice filtered through the speaker.

“I was wonderin’ what was takin' so long. Get lost?” The gator’s casual drawl was unmistakable, but Gregory was looking right at Monty and the animatronic’s mouth didn’t move as the snarky comment rang out.

Which, creepy.

“No. Shut up.” The brunet grumbled. So what if he might’ve gotten distracted by Chica shredding on her guitar? Monty didn’t need to know that.

“Well get a move on, kid. Closin' time 's in thirty minutes.” Monty urged, the gator stepping away from the glass. The darkness of the room swallowed the animatronic, only its glowing eyes remaining visible through the gap in the curtains. Gregory hurried around the corner and stopped in front of the door, but nothing happened.

“Uh... Monty? It’s not opening.” The brunet haltingly spoke into the Faz-watch, eyeing the barrier with growing trepidation.

“So ya don’t got a photo pass then. Shouldn’t have assumed ya did seein' as ya weren’t registered. My bad, kid.” The gator didn’t sound upset or angry, which was strange considering how hostile it was earlier while trashing its room.

“Is there a way that I can get a photo pass?” The brunet asked and there was a beat of silence, Gregory fearing the worst. But it turned out that the animatronic was just leafing through its data bank to find where the needed pass might be, which was a relief.

“There’s one at the nearest convenience counter. It’s close by so ya shouldn’t have any trouble findin' it.” Monty relayed and the brunet sucked in a fortifying breath, turning away from the door to scan his surroundings for something that might give him a hint as to where said convenience counter might be. “There’s a slightly open door near the end of the hall. Go in an' the pass should be in front of a Freddy cutout.” Monty added and suddenly Gregory felt a lot less alone.

“Okay. Thanks.”

The brunet took off, crouching behind numerous objects whenever he started to get too twitchy about being out in the open. His Faz-watch remained silent as he found the mentioned door, ducking under the partially raised metal shutter to get inside. He saw what Monty had been talking about almost immediately, hurrying over to the present and hastily cranking the handle on the side until it popped open.

“I got it. On my way back.” Gregory made sure to keep the gator updated on what was going on, making his way back toward Monty’s room after the animatronic responded with an affirmative.

The brunet arrived without incident and waved the barcode on the pass over the scanner, the door sliding open with a soft hiss. Gregory squinted into the darkness beyond as he stuffed the pass into his front pocket, anxiously looking for those burgundy eyes to no avail.

“'M right here, kid. I jus' put on my shades.” Monty drawled, the brunet leaping back with an inelegant squawk as the animatronic suddenly emerged from the shadows within. The brunet placed a palm over his racing heart with an exasperated sigh as the gator came to a stop in front of Gregory with a smug aura.

“You suck.” The brunet muttered petulantly, the insult drawing a laugh from Monty. And, true to the animatronics word, the gator was now wearing a pair of star-shaped sunglasses that concealed its eyes.

They would look tacky on anyone else, but Monty somehow pulled them off.

“Let’s rock an’ roll!” The gator declared before -to Gregory’s surprise- his stomach hatch dropped open, the brunet’s brows furrowing in confusion.

“But I thought you said that it wasn’t safe in there?” Gregory tentatively reminded, puzzled as to what might have changed Monty’s mind about that particular method of transportation. The gator tilted its head as it gestured to the empty cavity with a clawed hand, patiently offering an explanation.

“Not only would we move faster this way, but that lady who’s after ya won’t be able ta find ya as easily if you’re hidin’ in here.” Monty reasoned and the brunet relented because that actually made sense, so he clambered into the available space with the gator’s diligent assistance and got into a more or less comfortable position before the hatch door sealed him in.

A minute or so into their journey, the quiet started buzzing in Gregory's ears and the air seemed to thin. His throat clicked when he swallowed, reminding himself that the walls were not closing in on him and he could breathe just fine.

“So... where are we heading? The main entrance?” The brunet broke the silence, not liking how unsteady his voice sounded to his own ears. Though he didn’t have to worry because, if the gator noticed how strained Gregory’s question was, the animatronic didn’t comment on it.

“Don’t be ridiculous, that’s probably what the lady who’s after ya ‘s anticipatin'. You’re gettin' out through an employee exit, it’s safer.” Monty scoffed and the brunet shrunk back, curling up in order to make himself impossibly smaller.

“Right. Sorry.” Gregory mumbled and the rhythmic steps paused, the brunet only having a second or so to wonder if he was supposed to get out because they were at their destination, before the gator started walking again.

“Ya don’t need ta apologize for wantin' ta know the plan, kid.” Monty grunted, tone low and gentle in a way that no adult ever was with him.

Gregory blinked owlishly, something in his chest clenching uncomfortably at the kindness that this so-called ‘unfeeling machine’ was extending to him. The familiar ache stole his ability to speak, but the gator didn’t push him to, so the brunet decided that it was okay to have this moment of weakness.

“This’ll be a bit loud, kid.” Monty warned before the sound of metal being mauled rang out. Gregory braced himself as best he could when the ride became considerably more bumpy, the gator descending down what he assumed to be the staircase that would lead to the maintenance tunnels underneath the Pizzaplex.

They were a few flights down when they heard a woman call out, the brunet recognizing her as the blond security guard that was searching for him.

“She’s down here! We have to go back!” Gregory smacked at the hatch, a lump of fear lodging in his throat when the gator didn’t immediately heed his demand.

“You’re safe with me, kid. She’s not gonna getcha as long as I’m around. Promise.” Monty vowed and the brunet could hear the animatronic’s hand briefly pat the compartment that Gregory was tucked in, the sound of plastic on plastic unmistakable. The brunet sucked in a deep breath, forcing himself to calm because freaking out wouldn’t help.

“Alright.” Gregory said on an exhale, significantly more calm but no less nervous about continuing on now that he knew that the security guard was nearby.

Soon enough, they hit flat ground and the brunet sighed when he was no longer getting uncomfortably jostled with each step.

“How much farther-”

Gregory was cut off when the gator’s voice box produced a strange hiss, the brunet quieting more out of incredulous confusion than anything else.

“Hush, kid. I hear somethin'.” Monty murmured and Gregory strained his ears in an attempt to catch whatever the gator had picked up on, but his weak human ears came up with a whole lot of nothing other than his own breathing and Monty’s steady footsteps.

Although the silence didn’t last long, the concrete below crumbled as the animatronic ground to a startled halt before jerking back like the gator had been surprised by something. The brunet quietly shifted, pressing his ear against the hatch door.

“What are you doing down here? You’re supposed to be in your room.” The security guard demanded, sounding equal parts bewildered and frustrated.

Gregory flinched back, squeezing his eyes shut because he was sure that this was going to be the moment that Monty’s programming finally kicked in.

“Last I checked, stickin’ your nose in what I do durin’ my free roam time was above your paygrade, Vanessa.” Monty sneered, an alarming amount of animosity dripping from his words.

So… did that mean that the animatronic wasn’t going to hand Gregory over to the woman?

“Whatever, I don't have time to argue with you. There’s a kid running around the Pizzaplex and it’s fifteen minutes till closing.” Vanessa huffed, tone colored with irritation.

“So?” Monty growled, sounding just as annoyed with the whole conversation as the security guard.

“So keep a lookout for him, let me know if you see anything or I’ll make sure you get scrapped.” Vanessa barked, losing her temper. But the gator merely laughed, not intimidated in the least.

“You wish.” Monty snorted, the tension in the air stifling as the animatronic leaned forward a bit. Not enough to cause problems in the hatch for Gregory, but enough to probably get into Vanessa’s personal space.

“But know that if ya ever threaten me again, you’re goin’ ta have a real nasty accident.” The warning was filled with barely-restrained rage and the brunet couldn’t imagine having such wrath aimed at him, especially if it was Monty.

“What? Like Bonnie did?” Vanessa retorted and there was a loaded pause, Gregory waiting for something -anything- to happen with baited breath.

“Exactly.” The gator snarled before he smoothly sidestepped where the brunet assumed the security guard was standing and stormed further down the hall. Gregory stayed quiet until Monty tapped what sounded like his knuckles against the hatch, signaling that the coast was clear.

“She’s kind of a bitch.” The brunet blurted and the gator chuckled, the sound making Gregory’s mouth split into a wicked grin. The ache flared up in his chest again, but it was easy enough to ignore the sensation now that he knew to expect it.

“So it’s not jus' me who thinks that. Good ta know.” Monty huffed and the brunet was relieved that the animatronic appeared to be back to his usual self, the last of the remaining hostility dissipating.

“Where are we now?” Gregory asked, itching to get out and stretch his legs. The brunet knew it was a bad idea to ask since Vanessa might still be snooping around in the area, but maybe talking to the gator would distract him.

“We’re in those utility tunnels that I mentioned earlier, they connect all the attractions.” Monty hummed, indulging Gregory in a bit of pointless conversation. Chatting with the gator was... nice.

“We can go anywhere in the building?” The brunet was amazed by the mere concept of accessing anything and everything at a whim, but Monty didn’t seem nearly as impressed as Gregory was.

“That’s the idea, kid.” The gator drawled lazily, the duo taking more turns than the brunet could keep up with.

However, their progress was brought to an abrupt halt when Monty suddenly stopped dead in his tracks without warning, posture stiff.

“Wait, what? How's my power low already? I should have hours of charge left.” The animatronic’s confusion at the discovery was palpable, dread sinking in Gregory’s stomach like a heavy stone.

“Low power? Are you going to shut down?” The brunet timidly asked, fearing the answer.

If Monty deactivated, Gregory would have to navigate this place all on his own, being forced to try and find a way out of this nightmare completely and utterly alone.

“Not if we find us a chargin’ station. Sorry kid, but we’re gonna have ta turn around.” The gator sounded more regretful over the fact that they would have to backtrack than worried about the whole shutting down thing that was looming over the animatronic’s head.

“That’s fine, your wellbeing is important too.” Gregory’s mouth formed the damning words before he could stop himself, the statement betraying his steadily growing attachment to the robot.

“Hang onta somethin’, kid.” Monty warned and the brunet braced, the gator tearing back the way that they had come with a speed that no human could ever hope to compete with. They hit the stairs at a full sprint, the gator thundering up them four at a time in order to reach the nearest charging station.

Suddenly, there was the sound of metal scraping against concrete before Monty’s pace slowed, indicating that they had made it.

“Okay, kid. Hop on out. It should only take me around twenty minutes ta get back ta full power, but ya can’t be in there with me.” The gator explained as the hatch folded open, the brightness of the lights outside causing the brunet to squint as he climbed out.

“I’ll talk ta ya on that fancy watch of yours, keep track of ya.” Monty assured, reaching out to ruffle Gregory’s hair. The brunet frowned as he crunched the numbers, hands curling into fists.

“But the Pizzaplex closes in just a few minutes... I’ll be gone by the time you’re charged.” Gregory murmured and the gator’s hand stilled, merely resting on top of his wild mop of brown locks.

“I know.” Monty said simply and the brunet bit his lip to stop the way it wobbled, eyes burning because he actually liked the gator. Monty had been nothing but nice and helpful and honest where others had only stabbed Gregory in the back.

And even if Monty was merely programmed to be kind to children, that was fine because it was still genuine seeing as he had assisted the brunet without expecting anything in return.

“I... guess this is goodbye then.” Gregory managed to choke out, holding back a dam of emotions using pure willpower alone. However, it seemed that Monty was more observant than one might think because his shoulders slumped, mouth opening and closing a few times.

“Yeah, guess so. Take care, Rockstar.” Monty settled on at last, moving over to the charging station -with Gregory helplessly trailing after the animatronic- and stepping inside.

The door closed once the gator entered, separating them. Monty stared down at him through the circular glass window, offering a lackluster wave farewell. The brunet returned the gesture with matching enthusiasm before shifting back, forcing himself to turn away from the charging station and exit the nearest set of bright red double doors.

Gregory didn’t look back, didn’t allow the tears to fall until the doors swung shut behind him.

#fnaf fanfiction #fnaf fanfic #fnaf #fnaf security breach #five nights at freddy's #eleutheromania series #gregory security breach #montgomery gator #monty & gregory #monty instead of freddy au

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basiloaks · 5 years

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{Thalassophile }

“Thalassophile, a lover of the sea...” Henrik smiled softly as he read the definition to the man resting on the edge of the shore, waves crashing around them both, the other’s smooth, scaled tail wrapping around the German’s waist, pulling the two closer. “Hm, how appropriate...”

Notes: Happy Mermay everyone! I’ve finally finished up the first chapter of Thalassophile- a Schneeplebro Siren Au! I’ll be trying to have an upload schedule of every Monday if I can get away with it. I’ll probably also be working on a few moodboards and edits to go along with this, so watch out for those too!

Here’s the link for Ao3!

Chapter One: Eleutheromania- (noun) A great desire for or obsession with freedom

The German sighed, pulling his cardigan closer to his chest and shoulders out of instinct as a chill ran down his spine, raindrops falling around the sprawling landscape of rugged cliffs and rocky shores. He shifted in his seat, pushing the mounds of paperwork out of his makeshift lap-desk and removed his smudged glasses in an attempt to rid himself of the headache slowly attacking his brain. He glanced out the water-splattered window, watching the ever-changing scenery with his forehead pressed firmly against the glass, his eyebrows furrowing as he fought off the looming threat of sleep caused by the soothing white noise of rain mixing with the train-lag- the dismal weather only adding growing air of drapetomania flooding the doctor's tired mind.

"Gottverdammt..." he rubbed at the bridge of his nose in frustration, his hands coming up to slide through his slicked back hair as his phone began to ring, cutting through the car's silence. "Hello?"

"Bonjour connard! À quelle distance es-tu?"

Henrik chuckled, his brother's voice giving some type of familiar comfort from the empty loneliness following his person like the plague. "Guten Morgen auch, Dick. To answer your question, I believe I'm about... an hour and thirty minutes out? Why, did you think I wasn't going through with this?"

"Ha! I've known you for most of my teenage years, I totally believe when you say 'hey, I'm uprooting my entire successful life to live in a little, sleepy town in the middle of nowhere' that you mean it," the French-accented voice said with a laugh.

"Jacques, you are an insufferable little-"

"Coming from you, I'll take that as a compliment! Dépêche-toi déjà ici, j'ai des choses à faire."

"Ich glaube nicht, dass Shawn als "Dinge tun" gilt, aber in Ordnung."

"Henrik!”

"I'm joking! God, relax! Listen, I'll call you back when I'm at the station, alright?"

"You better! Shoot me a text or something - now go, tu me fatigues!"

Henrik smiled as he hung up his cell, placing it securely into one of his old messenger bag pockets, closing his ocean blue eyes to get at least a few minutes of rest.

Hell, maybe moving to Delheim Point was a good idea after all...

It had been another typical night in Brighton. Despite how it might have seemed the hospital throughout the day was relatively quiet, he physician even had enough of a break mid-day to swing by the cafeteria with some of his colleagues for a least a cup of lukewarm coffee and a protein bar while he pretended to not see the exasperation in his friend's faces. The drive home itself was quiet as well, partially due to how late it was and the local weather, rain falling onto the city like water dripping from the tap, the lights blurring through fogged car windows and storefront glass. A crappy but admittedly catchy pop song was playing on most of the radio channels, Henrik humming along to the base melody to pass the quiet drive back home. He sighed though, knowing that Clara would most likely already be in bed with how late it currently was...

God did he hate having to work so late, only to slip back home to reheated dinner and his wife’s growing animosity towards his very being, living in a home that seemed on edge every time he stepped through the doorway.

It was around ten twenty-five when he parked in the driveway to the family’s two-story home, soft lighting from his daughter's room and the main living area standing out against the darkness of the night as he sat in the driver's seat of his ford escape. Henrik could practically see Marie waiting for him, sitting on their loveseat as if it were a throne, ready in a heartbeat to dole out her harsh judgments the moment he stepped through their front door. ”Ah, I see the good doctor has finally decided to grace us with his presence,” Marie barked, venom clear in her tone as she spoke from the living room doorway, arms crossed with bright, blood red nails tapping against her toned forearm. Marie moved with dangerous grace across the room like a predator stalking its prey, her husband clearly hearing the clacking of heels against the hardwood floors which sent a chill down his spine. “You’re late... again..” “Clara?”

“She’s already upstairs, waiting for over an hour dear,” the blonde remarked, taking a moment to adjust her appearance. “This is getting ridiculous Henrik, it’s the third night this week you’ve been-”

“M, I can’t help what schedule the hospital assigns me.”

“Ehrlich gesagt, sieht es so aus, als würde es mich interessieren?” She sneered as Henrik sighed, slipping out of his thin jacket and placing it on the coat stand behind. “Listen, I’ve tried to get my schedule switched-”

“Well try harder! Ugh, just… just say goodnight to your daughter, I’ll reheat you some leftovers or something…”

"...Clara? Maus, I know you're still up- oof!" "Pops!" the young girl launched her scrawny self from her lilac sheets, pouncing onto her father as he grabbed her mid-air and swinging her carefully around the girl's bedroom. "You're finally back! Mom said you'd be out for," she thought for a moment before shaking her head, moving on to the next topic for discussion as Henrik tucked her back into bed, a soft smile on his face as Clara snuggled further into the warmth of her sheets. "Mr. Rick was here earlier, momma told me not to say anything though. She said you'd get mad..." "Oh maus," he ruffled her dirty blonde hair, pressing a kiss to her forehead before continuing. "I could never be mad at you, ok? Please don't listen to mother when she says silly things like that... Alright, how about I read you a story! I'm thinking, hm, how about...."

"Rick was here this afternoon?"

Marie sighed, turning around from the sink to face her clearly tired husband to stare him in the face, contempt explicit in her icy gaze. "Like it concerns you." "You may not like it, but we're still married, Marie." He held up his wedding ring-clad hand, watching in both frustration and desperation as she grabbed her leather jacket off the dining room table, slipping into her curved frame and fixing her bright red lipstick in the mirror. "I'm going out... dinner is warming in the oven. Don't wait up for me." "Marie... Marie! God damn it..."

“May I have your attention, please. We are currently approaching our station in Delheim Point, if this is your stop, please begin to collect your belongings. This is also a safety announcement. Due to today’s weather, please take extra care when departing the train and on the station. Surfaces may be slippery.”

“...Excuse me?” Henrik looked up from where he was absentmindedly packing up his things, seeing a young woman nervously standing by the empty seat next to him. “Uh, hi…? Sorry, this is kinda weird but my family is giving me a huge headache, and I was wondering, just for the next few minutes, if I could maybe…” Henrik thought for the moment, stacking and shuffling his papers before nonchalantly stuffing them back into the folder peeking out from his worn leather messenger bag as the woman continued to stand in place, almost falling over herself from the roughness of the rails before steadying with the use of one of the many seat backs. “Feel free to sit down,” he said with a soft, friendly smile, “I understand the pain of dealing with siblings and overbearing families.” “Thanks, thank you so much. God little brothers drive me insane.” “Believe me, I know the feeling,” he said with a chuckle, not realizing till she sat how young the girl was in all actuality, studying up close her young yet sharp feminine features and seemingly anxious attitude. The doctor couldn’t help but see his own daughter in her, the woman looking so much like Clara with her curly dirty blonde mane of hair and bright blue eyes, freckles covering every inch of her nose and cheeks.

“So you’re traveling to Delheim? This might sound kinda stupid, but like, why? There's like, nothing in town.” Henrik blinked, his face almost unreadable until his lips shifted into a small frown. “It’s a long story… And why do you ask?”

“It’s just, I don’t know, I’ve lived most of my life in Delheim, and there’s nothing really to write home about. Sure, it’s becoming kinda… Ugh, what’s the word, hipsterish? Is that even a word?” “My brother moved a few years ago from Paris, he said I would appreciate the quiet.”

“Well, there’s plenty of it. Oh! Has he told you any of the rumors? Those are like, the only interesting thing Delheim’s got to offer.” She continued when Henrik shook his head no, hands going into overdrive as her confidence increased while rambling on about softly glowing lights in the waters off the coast, remains of sunken ships being washed up onto the shore in pristine condition, sightings of creatures science couldn’t explain... Henrik just scoffed, but in all reality, he couldn’t help but be intrigued by the fantasy of the teenager’s stories.

They continued talking till the train pulled into the station, parting as she returned to her family and Henrik began the search for his ride. Despite being only half-siblings, he and Jacques were surprisingly alike, both loving to watch life from a distance- the Frenchman was tucked into the corner of the waiting area, light golden brown hair a mess and clothing rumpled due to dozing off while waiting for his brother’s arrival. The German smiled wickedly, sneaking behind the other’s sleeping form to whisper into his ear in an attempt to wake him up.

“Guten Tag, Schlafmütze…”

“Ahh! Henri, tu baises! I thought I told you to text me when you were close!”

“Check your phone… You didn’t tell me about Delheim’s local mythology! And right off of that series of cliffs close to the house! You’ll have to tell me later when you’re helping me unpack.”

“Like you would let me help you unpack Mr. Control freak,” Jacques said, picking up Henrik’s suitcase and slapping his brother on the back. “More as I entertain you with the local gossip. Now, race you to the car, old man?”

“Jacques? Jacques, slow the fuck down!”

Translations:

Gottverdammt- Goddamn

Bonjour connard! À quelle distance es-tu?- Hello asshole! How far are you?

Guten Morgen auch, Dick- Good morning too, Dick

Dépêche-toi déjà ici, j'ai des choses à faire- Hurry up here already, I have things to do

Ich glaube nicht, dass Shawn als "Dinge tun" gilt, aber in Ordnung- I do not think Shawn is considered "doing things," but okay.

tu me fatigues!- you annoy me!

Ehrlich gesagt, sieht es so aus, als würde es mich interessieren?- Honestly, does it look like I'm interested?

Maus- mouse

Guten Tag, Schlafmütze…- Good morning, sleepyhead.

tu baises!- you fuck!

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