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Girl in the Painting

After taking a closer look at Xavier's paintings, Wednesday realizes he wasn't having dreams of her at all. But she does know the girl in the paintings and she's decided that this one good deed shouldn't kill her.

Words: 6.6K Author's Note: Wednesday AU. I'm well aware Xavier never had dreams of Wednesday; he just painted her because he'd seen her and "instantly fell in love". For this, however, I'm saying he's dreamt of her, possibly even before she showed up to Nevermore, and she realizes later on she was never actually the center of his dreams. Also, TRIGGER WARNING for mentions of past attempted sexual assault. It's brief.

As the students of Nevermore are packing up and readying themselves for their trips home, a group of girls are sitting around the charred fountain in the courtyard.

"So what are your plans for summer?" Bianca asks, fingers skimming the water. The dark skinned siren smiles when Enid blushes prettily, her gaze immediately darting to the ever stoic Wednesday. She's been wondering, as of late, if Enid's feelings towards Wednesday were leaning towards romantic rather than platonic.

"Going to Wednesday's home," Enid finally says. "Gonna spend a couple of weeks with the Addams' family."

"Yeah? I didn't think our resident living dead girl was into slumber parties."

"It's going to be a blast," Wednesday deadpans. Yoko chuckles, sipping on whatever concoction she's mixed up that satiates her bloodlust. "You two are more than welcome. Apparently the more, the merrier."

"Sorry," Yoko muses, "but the coven's gonna travel all summer. I'm quite looking forward to it."

"Mmm. And as much as I'm loving the new attitude, I got some things to take care of before we come back to Nevermore," Bianca says, her silver eyes glowing just the faintest. She really couldn't wait until she finished this favor for her mother and her new creep of a husband. "Besides, I can't be seen painting the nails of the girl responsible for my break-up with Xavier so soon. I at least gotta make it seem like I've made you sweat."

Wednesday just blinks at Bianca's reasoning, but Enid frowns. "Wait, what? I thought you broke up because Xavier was being his emo artistic self?"

Yoko grins around the straw of her drink. "She wishes."

"I actually found a sketch of Wednesday in his journal before I even knew who Wednesday was," Bianca confesses. "Here. Look." She takes her phone out of her pocket, scrolling through her pictures. "I snapped a pic to see what I could find out online, but shockingly nothing was solved until Wednesday showed up here."

"I find social media to be a soul-sucking void of meaningless affirmation."

"Yep. Sounds like you," Bianca says. "Look. See? He drew this before you even stepped foot behind Nevermore's gates."

Wednesday takes the phone and Enid leans closer to take a look. Both girls scrutinize the sketch, both equally baffled to see who everyone has assumed was Wednesday herself smiling. But just as Wednesday is about to hand the phone back, something catches her eye and she brings the phone closer to her face to scrutinize it.

"I can see why you thought this was me," Wednesday says, "but I assure you, it is not me who's apparently caught Xavier's fancy."

"No?" Bianca huffs. "Sure as hell looks like you."

Yoko nods. "Could have fooled me."

"I thought it was me as well, but this sketch proves me wrong. Look here." Wednesday zooms in on the picture, focusing on the right eyebrow. "You see that scar? I don't have it."

Bianca stares before rolling her eyes and reclaiming her phone. "So Xavier gives you a flaw and you immediately don't think it's you?"

"It is not a flaw. It's a sign of strength." Bianca, and the ever-smiling Enid and Yoko frown at the tone Wednesday has now taken on and the steely glint in her eyes.

"What are you talking about?"

"A couple of years ago, me and my siblings decided to walk into town after a tiring day at school. A group of older teenage boys cornered us down an alley, and they held me and Pugsley back while making us watch as they tore at the clothes on my sister's back. They mocked her tears and promised that whatever they did to her, no one would believe her since even our sheriff hated outcasts like us. They wanted to break her because we were different. But in a bout of bravery that I will forever be proud of her for, she took the small blade our uncle Fester gifted her and stabbed one of her attackers. In return, they hit her in the face with half a brick and fled with their friend."

"Shit." Bianca blinks in surprise. "Is your sister okay?"

"She's fine. They only left her with a scar and a fear of normies. She used to have the social personality that Enid possesses, but now she haunts the halls of our home rather than leaving it. I tried to get her to attend Nevermore, but even I failed in doing so. Xavier's sketch though, it shows her smiling. That tells me she will be okay."

"So… Xavier only thinks he's infatuated with you?" Yoko wonders.

"It appears so. But if I can manage to get him to my home, maybe he'll see for himself it wasn't me he was having dreams of."

Bianca huffs a laugh. "Sounds fun. Now I'm really glad I can't make it to your slumber party. The breakup is still too fresh to see him fawning over someone else. Maybe the time away will do me some good."

"This sounds like my kind of drama." Yoko sighs wistfully. "Too bad I'll have to miss it."

"Yes, well, Xavier did gift me this phone." Wednesday pulls out a sleek iPhone. "Perhaps if I had your number, I could text you updates. Or death threats."

"Done and done. Gimme." Yoko happily takes Wednesday's phone, typing her information into it. Then taking a selfie, she hands the phone to Bianca who does the same, but makes sure Wednesday understands that she doesn't want any updates.

"We're going to have so much fun!" Enid happily bounces in place, accepting Wednesday's phone to type in her own information. "I can't wait to meet your family."

At 001 Cemetery Lane, a gothic looking manor stands tall and proud behind a sentient gate.

With your fingers running through the dust along the wall, you quietly walk down the hallway as your sister's friend can be heard babbling on and on. Enid Sinclair had shown up only a couple of days ago, her bubbly personality breathing life into your usually dark home. You'd have kept your distance had you not learned she was from Nevermore, but upon learning she was a werewolf, you found yourself leaving your room while there was a guest in your home.

Halfway down the staircase, the doorbell ominously tolls and Lurch appears from the next room over to answer it. You freeze, wondering who would dare walk up to your house.

Lurch opens the door and your breathing ceases for a moment at the sight of a teenage boy standing there. He's around six feet tall, give or take a couple of inches, and he sheepishly runs a hand through his chin length hair.

"Hey, uh, is Wednesday home?" He's staring up at Lurch who's towering over him, nervously tugging at the sleeves of his coat which seem to be torn on one arm. Lurch turns and looks up at you, and you startle when the boy's gaze lands on you. His brow furrows before he smiles. "Hi. I, uh, I think your gate tried to eat me."

Your lips faintly twitch and your heart rate starts to slow. If he knows Wednesday and isn't freaking out too much about Gate, there's a good chance he's from Nevermore as well. "He's temperamental. You need to be quick to avoid his swing." Then without waiting for a response, you turn around and call out, "Wednesday! There's a boy at the door for you."

A small weight lands on your shoulder and you grin at the sight of Thing. He trembles excitedly, tapping and pointing and making gestures as you giggle at his enthusiasm.

"Oh, hey Thing! Long time no see." When you glance back at the door, the boy is now inside your home with the door shut behind him and Lurch nowhere to be found. Thing scrambles off your shoulder and rushes towards the boy, and it's not until the boy squats down to fist bump Thing that you catch yourself admiring how cute the boy is. Immediately you shut that thought down and wipe any form of amusement from your expression. Then when the boy glances back at you, he stands tall and smiles yet again. "I'm Xavier Thorpe," he then introduces himself.

"YN," you deadpan. You hear Wednesday's nearly silent footfalls behind you and nod at him before you take a step back up the staircase. "Enjoy your stay here. Don't touch Mother's plants. They bite."

As you turn around, you're unsurprised to find Wednesday looking right at you. Her eyebrow twitches, your eyes narrow, and you clasp your hands behind your back before marching back up the stairs.

At the top of the staircase, Enid is practically beaming at you. "He's cute. Right?"

"Ask my sister. He's her guest."

"What? They're not-"

But you pay her no mind and trace your steps back to your room.

At the bottom of the staircase, Xavier watches as Wednesday's sister disappears. "How long have you known?" He asks.

"That it was my sister you've been having dreams of and not me?" He gives her a deadpan stare and Wednesday nearly smiles. "Only since our last day at Nevermore. Bianca showed me the first picture you ever drew and the scar in her eyebrow tipped me off. You're welcome."

Enid skips down the stairs, sighing as she approaches her friends. "Well you're going to have your work cut out for you, Xavier. She thinks you're here for Wednesday."

"Technically, I am." He shrugs.

"And now you're here for her," Wednesday says. "Protect her heart. You so much as bruise it and I'll dissect yours."

Xavier blinks in shock and Enid giggles, skipping to his side and hooking her arm with his. "Let the wooing begin."

Over the past couple of days, you keep your distance from Wednesday's friends. You've heard them around the house, sure, but only managed to really be in the same room as them when you all had dinner as a family. You always sat between Wednesday and Pugsley, across from Enid and Xavier, but your eyes never strayed too far from your plate.

One morning, you have the urge to visit what used to be your favorite part of the manor.

The sunroom towards the back of the manor used to be your space- filled with vibrant flowers, plants, and vines and even a small fountain in the corner. But ever since the incident, you've tried to find solace in the one place you loved, only to have everything you touch wilt right before your very eyes. And now- now the sunroom is filled with black and gray and brown plants.

Finding what used to be a rose, your mother's favorite flower, you pick it up and gently cradle it in the palms of your hands. One of its petals crumbles beneath the pad of your thumb and it takes everything in you to not cry.

"I was wondering where you've been sneaking off to." The voice startles you and you turn to see Xavier standing under the archway of the entrance. His hair is pulled back into a small knot at the back of his head, a few strands left loose, and you quickly squash down the thought that he looks really cute like this. "Sorry," he then apologizes. "I thought you would have heard my footsteps."

"...no worries."

You turn back around, gently laying the dead flower back down. Exhaling softly, you then move towards the door leading outside, unsurprised when you hear footsteps following you. "So this place is… awesome."

You huff a laugh, stopping just inside the door and only peering outside towards the family cemetery. "Believe it or not, it wasn't always like this. I used to be able to breathe life into this room."

"Yeah?"

"Mhm. Now everything I touch seems to die."

"Oh I wouldn't say that."

"Really? Take a look around, Mr. Thorpe. I did this." Xavier takes a look around, frowning and trying to understand you. Exhaling softly again, you paste on a friendly grin and turn to face him. "If you're looking for my sister, she and Enid have Uncle Fester in the electric chair up in the attic."

He barks out a surprised laugh. "What?"

"He loves it." You shrug. Then as you're walking away, you say, "Fair warning; if Uncle Fester tells you to pull his finger, don't."

"Why? Because his farts are killer?"

"No. Because he'll electrocute you."

You leave Xavier chuckling in your wake, finding it a little easier to be in your sister's friends presence.

Then two days later, it's your turn to find Xavier in the sunroom. His hair is back in the little knot that you couldn't stop staring at, dressed in paint splattered clothes as he stands in front of an easel.

When he catches sight of you, he offers you a smile before he focuses on his canvas once more. You continue walking closer and when he doesn't say anything, you walk around to see what he was inspired to paint. Surprisingly, it's a black and white portrait of your sister sitting behind her cello mid-stroke.

"Oh wow," you breathe in awe. "Xavier, this is amazing."

"You think so?"

When you chance a glance at him and notice the faint pink surrounding his cheek bones, you smile genuinely at him. "Of course. You're really talented."

"Glad you think so." Xavier steps back, looking at his work as he stands side by side with you. "Wednesday, uh, she played the cello one night and it was amazing. No one thought her capable of it."

"Why? Because she's death incarnate?"

Xavier chuckles, bashfully averting his gaze. "Something like that." Then looking at the painting once more, he says, "Your mother saw one of my pieces at Nevermore and asked if I could recreate it so she could hang it here."

You nod in understanding, unable to tear your eyes away from the way Xavier has captured your sister. Then right before your eyes, the painting slowly comes to life- Wednesday's bangs blowing in the wind, one hand pushing and drawing the bow across the cello strings as the other holds down certain strings in a muted song.

You quietly gasp, eyes widening in surprise. You watch in awe before turning towards your companion, only to find him holding his hand out towards the painting with his eyes closed. "Oh." You utter in realization. "You're gifted and then you're literally gifted."

Xavier's eyes open and he nods, eyes sparkling. "I have the gift of animation."

"Marvelous."

You continue staring at the painting, finding the foundation of your walls quaking and feeling a bit more comfortable in the presence of the boy who has decided to share his power with you.

You're so used to sitting between your siblings at dinner that you're thrown for a loop when you find Enid in your usual place. Your eyes narrow suspiciously, but Enid and Pugsley merely smile while Wednesday arches an eyebrow at you.

Xavier fidgets nervously in his chair, smiling sheepishly at you. "Come on. I don't bite," he muses as he gestures to the empty seat.

Against your will, you blush.

"Pity," Wednesday drawls. "I think my sister would have quite liked that."

"Wednesday!" Your mortification makes Enid giggle. You nervously take your seat before your father takes your mother's hand, pressing kisses to the back of her hand and all the way up her arm where he then proceeds to mockingly bite her. "Oh my god. You're all so embarrassing."

"They're cute." Enid beams at your parents' affectionate behavior.

"Someone drown me," you mumble.

"Only after dinner," your mother says.

Xavier snorts and you briefly flash him a grin before fiddling with your utensils.

Lurch brings the food out, everyone having a pasta dish with the exception of Enid who'd been brought out a medium-rare steak. You quietly dig in, gaze darting from person to person as the conversation flows around you.

Eventually, when the dessert is brought out, Enid addresses the younger crowd.

"So the cinema is playing a werewolf movie and I really want to go see it and make fun of it. Is anyone else interested in going?"

"Sure." Xavier shrugs. "Sounds fun."

Wednesday sighs. "If I must."

"I have plans with Thing," Pugsley says, smiling apologetically at Enid.

All eyes turn towards you and you fight the urge to shrink in your seat. You gulp, but before you can come up with an excuse to not have to leave your house, your mother is urging you to go. "It sounds like fun, sweetheart. Surely you'd love to go with your sister and friends."

"I-"

It's been years, darling," your father says. "I think it's time to get back out there. You're not that naive little girl anymore, mija."

You let your mouth close, everyone ignoring Xavier's, "Am I missing something?"

Wednesday's giving you her usual deadpan stare whereas Enid is smiling and nodding, encouraging you to go. Both your parents are smiling, anticipating your answer, but what makes you cave is the fact that a part of you actually wants to go. You want to be somewhat of a normal teenager, being out and about with your sister, Enid, and a cute boy.

Reluctantly, your shoulders sag and you give a nod. "Fine. I'll make an attempt."

"I'll take it!" Enid blurts.

Wednesday looks pleased with your answer and you finish the rest of dinner without uttering another word.

Then the next evening, you're being picky about what outfit you should wear. You'd taken to wearing different shades of black and gray, but tonight you want to look good. All your dresses and skirts are out of the question, and eventually you settle on a pair of burgundy plaid leggings and a black sweater crop top. You fix your hair to your liking and then slip your feet into a pair of black combat boots before lacing them up tightly. Then deeming yourself ready, you shove your phone, cash, and ID into a miniature backpack that is adorned with skulls and crossbones.

Inhaling and exhaling deeply, you finally make your way downstairs.

Wednesday, Enid, and Xavier are waiting for you, and when Wednesday sees you… a smile slowly blossoms as she takes you in.

"What are you-" Enid turns around and her jaw drops. Then she beams and practically hops in place in her excitement. "You're wearing something other than black!"

Xavier turns, his gulp very obvious. "Wow." You think he must've wanted to keep that to himself because he blushes and nervously runs a hand through his loose hair. "You, uh, you look nice."

You arch an eyebrow at him, grinning. "Thanks."

Walking past them, you walk outside to where Lurch is waiting by the car to drive you into town. He hums when he sees you and you wrinkle your nose at him as he opens the back door for you. You climb in to sit on the bench seat directly behind the driver's seat, holding in your surprise when Wednesday and Enid shove Xavier in right behind you. He practically falls into his seat, righting himself as smoothly as he can, and Wednesday and Enid take their seats across from you.

Enid and Xavier keep the conversation flowing with you and Wednesday occasionally humming in response.

After several long minutes of driving, Wednesday is instructing Lurch where to drop you all off. It's a couple blocks away from the cinema, but your sister apparently wants to go for a brief walk. Though the second your feet are on the pavement and Lurch drives away, you freeze.

"Hey. You okay?" Xavier asks.

Your hands are gripping the straps to your backpack and you gulp, subconsciously stepping closer to him when he gently touches your elbow. "Y-Yeah."

"Come on. Wednesday will leave us behind if we linger."

"Mhm."

Gently pulling on your arm, you stiffly follow Xavier. Your eyes are peeled for anyone staring, hands tightening on the straps of your bag. The only time you feel yourself exhaling with relief is when Xavier puts himself between you and the street, letting you take the part of the sidewalk that's closest to the buildings.

Enid and Wednesday are walking in front of you, elbows linked, and occasionally Enid giggles over her shoulder when she glances back at you. But you're too paranoid to pay her any mind and try to focus on the silent strength that Xavier is unknowingly offering up.

At the cinema, Enid asks for four tickets to the latest werewolf thriller, and she happily claps when Xavier pays for everyone. At the snack counter it takes everything in you to not bolt or hide out in the bathroom, but you shakily manage to retrieve your own cash to pay for some nachos and a drink.

So far no one's stared or shouted and you find yourself relaxing, especially when you take a seat in the movie room and everyone is paying attention to their people that they showed up with.

Sitting between Xavier and Wednesday, you find yourself breathing a little easier.

Enid has several hot dogs balancing on her lap, Wednesday is chewing on black licorice, and you and Xavier had the same idea to get nachos. He, however, also nabbed several boxes of candy and a bucket of popcorn.

"I hope you choke on a kernel," Wednesday says as she watches him stuff handful after handful of popcorn into his mouth.

You giggle, licking the cheesy goodness from your fingertips and sipping on your drink.

And halfway through the movie, you hear Xavier actually choke. A laugh slips out of your sister before her lips are pressed closed once more, and you offer Xavier your drink. Sharing a straw doesn't bother you, so you nod in reassurance as he stares at it.

For the rest of the movie, you and Xavier share your drink. And when you run out, he quickly leaves the darkness of the room to get you a refill.

After the movie, you're standing outside in front of the cinema as Enid talks about the horrible cosmetics they used to portray a werewolf. Wednesday is tapping away on her phone before she puts it away, cutting Enid off mid rant and giving her a nod. She squeals and happily claps her hand, and you stare at them in confusion.

"There's a fair going on," Wednesday says. "Enid wants to go."

You slowly tense up. "Oh."

The bubbly werewolf's smile falls. "But if that's too much for you, we don't-"

"No. It's fine," you assure her. Your hands are back to gripping the straps of your backpack. "We can- we can go."

Enid is back to happily clapping, but Wednesday curiously studies your demeanor. And when she sees you're not about to have a meltdown, she turns and follows after her friend.

"We can always hang out front of the fair if you really don't want to go in," Xavier says. You startle, somehow having forgotten he was there. "I don't mind waiting with you."

"It's okay. Really." Your smile is shaky as you look up at him. "Just, uh, maybe don't leave me alone in there?"

"Stick by your side. Got it." Xavier grins as he offers you his elbow and you're quick to latch on. "I'll even win you the ugliest prize we can find if you're up for it."

You chuckle and let him lead the way, occasionally glancing up at him. "Christ, I forget how tall you are sometimes."

"I'm not tall, you're just really small."

"Ha. Ha."

When you eventually make it to the fair, Xavier hesitates with you as you warily glance around. Then taking a deep breath, you press on and practically make yourself flush against his side. You walk around for a bit, smiling when you see Wednesday and Enid pass you by, Enid already holding tightly to a stuffed unicorn.

As you're walking around, your eyes are drawn back to a green and black dragon that's about half your size. Xavier must notice because he decides to try his hand at basketball in order to win the prize and it takes him four tries to win it.

You don't know what it is about Xavier that makes your guard start to drop, but you find yourself smiling and laughing a bit more easier. He tries winning a panda next, but in between his dart throwing, he notices as you keep your back to the game and are staring from side to side.

You're too distracted to notice he's watching you, your arms wrapped around your dragon as you nervously chew on the bottom corner of your lip. He sighs a little dejectedly, turning around so he can see where you're staring off to. "So who's the lucky guy… or girl?"

"Excuse me?" You look up at him, brow furrowed in confusion.

"You keep glancing around." He faintly grins. "Are you waiting for someone?"

You study his features, eyes subtly widening when you notice something. Was that- was that jealousy clouding his expression? "Wednesday didn't tell you," you then mumble in awe. You for sure thought he knew why you never left your home. After all, Enid did.

"Tell me what?"

You gulp, glancing at the carnie listening in to your conversation. "Let's go for a walk. I'll fill you in." Shakily exhaling, you gesture for Xavier to follow. Side by side, he walks with you with his hands tucked away in the pockets of his coat. "A few years ago, Wednesday, Pugsley, and I were attacked by a group of normies. It… wasn't a pleasant experience for me and it's actually how I got this," you say while gesturing to the scar on your eyebrow. "They were ripping- uh, they were ripping off my clothes, so I stabbed one of them." Your breath hitches and when you chance a glance up at Xavier, you find that his jaw is clenched. "I stopped them from doing that to me, but they managed to hit me with a brick before they ran away."

You make it a few more steps before you're being tugged to a stop and then Xavier is walking to stand in front of you. Gently cupping one side of your face, you manage to hold back a flinch when his thumb brushes over your scar. "You're safe with me. You know that right?"

"I'm starting to realize that."

"That was a shit thing those normies did and I'll be damned if they do anything on my watch." When you meet his gaze, he offers you a small smile. "Now let's go win Wednesday the brightest stuffed animal we can find and make her take a picture with it."

Slowly smiling, you chuckle. "Okay."

And by the end of the night, you and Xavier have won the most terribly bright and fluffy stuffed animals, shoved them near Wednesday's face, and had Enid hurriedly snap a picture of your glaring sister.

You're smiling and skipping alongside Enid towards a waiting Lurch, laughing with all the stuffed animals crammed between your arms and bodies before crawling into the idling car.

For once, in a very long time, you've had fun and didn't worry about any normies looking in your direction.

Xavier's just got off the phone with his father when a familiar song being played on the cello draws him towards Wednesday's room. The door is open, the room is empty, but there's another door that leads out to a balcony.

Following the music, he's not surprised to find Wednesday playing Paint It Black while Thing turns the sheet music for her. Gomez, Morticia, Pugsley, and Enid are also on the balcony, staring at something down below.

"What's going on?" He asks, stepping closer to the railing.

Enid glances at him, beaming. "Take a look for yourself."

Xavier glances down, gaze falling to the gazebo that's been strung up with white fairy lights. But what draws his attention is the twirling figure inside the gazebo, adorned in a black leotard and a multicolored tutu. His jaw subtly drops. "She dances?"

"She dances." He looks over at Morticia Addams, tears glistening in her eyes. "It's been years since she's put on her slippers though."

"This week and a half with you and Enid have brought our daughter back," Gomez says. "Thank you."

Paint It Black fades into Nothing Else Matters and a majority of the white lights darken into purple. Xavier is entranced by the way you twirl on the tips of your toes, the stretch of your neck whenever your head is thrown back, and the long stretch of your leg when you twirl on the tips of your toes only on one foot.

As the music fades out, Enid breaks out into applause.

Your head snaps up at the sound of clapping, chest heaving, and your face burns when you see everyone watching you. Your little brother whistles as he claps too, but it's your parents' beaming and tearful expressions that keeps you from fleeing. Well them and Xavier who looks more than a little awed.

So before you do take your leave, you give them a little bow and then rush back inside the house.

Sitting on the floor in the middle of the sunroom, you're staring at the lockscreen on your phone. You never saw when the picture was taken, but apparently Enid had been keeping tabs on you and Xavier when you were at the fair, and now it was one of your favorite pictures.

In the picture, you and Xavier are walking side by side, one of your arms wrapped around your stuffed dragon with the other arm looped through his. You're looking up at him and he down at you, both of you smiling. But what made you grin at the picture the most was the height difference between you and Xavier. Enid was spot on when she described you two as tall and smol.

Hearing approaching footsteps, you block out your screen and climb to your feet… and speak of the devil.

Xavier walks in, smiling. "Knew I'd find you here."

"Did you now?" Walking over to a bench seat, you gesture to the space beside you. "What's going on?"

"Nothing. Just wanted to see if you were up to going into town. The cinema is showing this new cheesy horror flick and I thought you might be interested in going before my time here is up."

"Oh. Uh, yeah." Your heart starts to hammer in your rib cage. Could this be a- "Just us or are Enid and Wednesday waiting for us out front?"

"Just us?" His answer is more of a question, his cheeks tinting pink the longer you stare.

Eventually you grace him with a bashful smile. "Sure. I'd like that."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah." You laugh. "Are- are we leaving now?"

"Yeah. We can, uh, window shop and all that fun stuff before the movie."

Warmth surges through you, at the thought that Xavier wants to spend time with just you. You're not sure if this is actually a date, but you're looking forward to one on one time without a family member lurking around the corner. "Alright. Let me just go get a bag." As you stand up to leave the room, a vine falls over the entrance. But not just any vine- a vibrant green vine that hadn't been there moments before.

"Huh." Xavier huffs. "That's the first colorful plant life I've seen in this room."

Your eyes widen and you glance all around the room, taking notice how the dead plant life isn't looking quite so dull anymore. "No way," you breathe in awe. Turning towards where the fountain sits, you rush over and pick up one of the dead water lilies. Cradling it in the palms of your hand, you notice a couple of changes in the once dead flower. Feeling Xavier walk up beside you, you ask, "Remember how I said I used to be able to breathe life into this place?"

"Yeah."

"Watch." Bringing the water lily closer to your face, you let your eyes fall shut as you inhale deeply. Then slightly pursing your lips, you blow out slowly and you can feel the water lily coming back to life right there in the palm of your hands.

"Wow." Your eyes open upon Xavier's exclamation. "And here I was thinking you had a green thumb or something. Not that you actually breathe life into them."

Huffing a laugh, you blink your tears away and gently lay the water lily back in the fountain. "I haven't been able to do this for years. I guess I had a mental block and then you- you and Enid show up and I feel more at peace than I have in a while." You step up on the side of the fountain then, turning towards Xavier as you smile. "Thank you." Then leaning in, you press a kiss to his cheek.

He suddenly turns bashful, angling his face downward so his hair shields his blushing cheeks. "I never realized how small you were."

"Shut up. You're just freakishly tall."

As Xavier glances at you through his curtain of hair, you wrinkle your nose at him and then hop off the fountain siding less you do something to ruin the moment.

Like kiss him on the lips rather than the cheek.

Spending the day with Xavier alone goes so much better than you had expected, so much so that you find yourself incredibly sad the day he is set to leave. It was clear to your entire family that something had shifted between the two of you when you'd come back home, hand in hand with a never-ending blush staining both your cheeks.

Enid was more than ecstatic and Wednesday took to sharpening her short swords whenever possible.

You're in the sunroom, clipping roses with your mother when Xavier walks in. In hand, he has a covered canvas.

"I have something for you," he tells you. "But I'm sure your mom is going to take ownership of it after she sees what it is."

You smirk at him, setting down your clippers and walking over to him. Your mother isn't far behind. "Did you paint me something?"

"I did." His hands dig into his pockets after his hands are free when you take the gift from him. You stare at the covered canvas, trying to figure out what it could possibly be. "You inspired me the other night and I just had to capture the moment."

You glance up at him, eyes narrowing though you continue to smile, and pull the cover off your painting. Your mother's delighted gasp is what makes you glance down and you're struck speechless.

The painting… is of you.

Specifically you dancing in the gazebo with the only color in the painting being that of your tutu.

"Xavier, this is…" You trail off, staring in awe. A moment passes and he brings the painting to life. Your mother starts to clap, even more delighted now as the miniature version of you dances away. "This is amazing. Thank you."

"I must show your father. This is just splendid." Your mother takes the painting, but not before gently grazing her nails along Xavier's jaw and smiling at him. "Thank you, young Mr. Thorpe."

"Y-You're welcome, Mrs. Addams."

Your mother sighs wistfully before glancing at the painting and then leaves the two of you alone. As soon as she's out of your sight, your hands are reaching for the lapels of Xavier's coat, his hands are clinging to your waist, and he's leaning down to meet you in a kiss.

You giggle when his hair falls forward to tickle your face and it makes Xavier smile.

"We really should have started this sooner," he says as he hesitantly straightens himself out. "I'm gonna miss you while I'm at Nevermore."

"What if… what if you didn't have to miss me?" You ask, your hands smoothing down the wrinkles you'd made on his coat.

"What?"

"What if I came to Nevermore?" He's quiet a little too long for your liking and you start to feel like maybe you read too much into whatever you two were. "Or not. I just thought-"

"Are you kidding me?" You barely manage to hold back a wince and Xavier's sudden laugh has you wanting to crawl into a hole. But when you chance a glance up at him, his expression is not what you were expecting. He's actually excited! "You're going to Nevermore?!"

You shrug, grinning sheepishly. "Mom's been talking to Principal Weems. I have a meeting with her in a couple of days to see whether or not I'll be a good fit."

"Hell yes." His smile is boyish and you can't help but giggle. "You'll make it in. I know it."

"I hope so. I love my parents, but they're not the greatest of teachers."

"You're gonna love it. I can introduce you to my friends and show you all the cool hang out spots. We can-"

"Xavier. Xavier!" You laugh, trying to talk over his excitement. "We don't even know if I'll get in."

"I'm telling you, you will. And if Principal Weems denies you, I'm pretty sure Wednesday will bug her until she grants you a place at the school."

"Oh. I forgot what going to school with a sibling was like." This time, you do wince. "People are going to dread another Addams roaming the halls, aren't they?"

"Some will." He grins. "But once they get to know you, they'll grow to like you."

You sigh but end up shaking your head in amusement. "If I do get in, how shocked do you think everyone will be if Wednesday's sister shows up dressed like Enid?"

"You'll confuse the hell out of everyone. Do it."

"I will. Now come on. We got away with one kiss. I have a feeling if another happens, a dagger will whiz by out of thin air."

"Xavier." The boy in question flinches as your sister pops up out of nowhere. "Your ride's here. Stop sucking my sister's face and go home. You'll see her soon enough."

He rolls his eyes, even as you laugh in the face of your sister's glare. "Always a pleasant encounter, Wednesday."

"Not really."

He huffs and glances back down at you, his gaze falling to your lips. But before he can get carried away, Wednesday's grunting and dragging him away. "Okay. Okay!" He laughs.

"You're gross. I never should have introduced you two."

You follow after them, trailing behind until you're standing under the archway of your front door. Wednesday pushes him down the steps and he walks to the car that Lurch is putting his suitcases in. He offers you one last look, one last smile, and one last wave before climbing into the vehicle his father had sent for him.

Once the car drives out of the gate, Wednesday turns towards you. "Are you happy?"

"Uh, yes?"

She quietly groans. "And here I was preparing Enid to hide a body in the family cemetery. She'll be let down that all that studying was for naught."

You bark out a laugh. "Stop corrupting Enid, Wednesday."

"Never." Her lips twitch in amusement. "Now come on. Let's go visit Principal Weems."

"But my interview is still a couple days away."

"So? She needs to be kept on her toes. She'll have to grow used to having two Addams' in her school."

"If you say so."

"I do."

#xavier thorpe x reader #xavier thorpe imagine #xavier thorpe fanfiction #wednesday imagine #wednesday fanfiction #xavier thorpe #wednesday addams #enid sinclair #wednesday #wednesday on netflix

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another-lost-mc · 9 months

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imagine some bittersweet angst where MC ends up with someone in the human world because she wasn't able to go back to the devildom, so the brothers look after MC's children and future descendants. Like imagine belphegor appearing in front of mc's daughter who calls him "uncle belphie", or lucifer and "mr Luci,". Basically being the guardian they couldn't be for lillith's descendants

a/n: okay that's a little sad to think about, but it's sort of precious too.

protecting what matters most | the demon brothers [dateables version]

1.2k words | sfw | gn!Reader

content/warnings: family dynamics and slice of life. fluff and angst, mention of character death and passage of time, mentions of raising children, platonic relationships with the demon brothers.

— Living in the Devildom for a year forged bonds with the demon brothers that can't be broken. You don't return, but they keep in touch with you however they can, starting with regularly scheduled phone calls and group chats over text, until eventually they surprise you with a visit to the human world.

— Asmo's the first one to find out that you met someone after you rebuilt your human life. The others didn't believe it until the day you formally introduced them to your partner. They hid their disappointment or anger or jealousy as best they could, but they had to admit that your partner was perfect for you. They'd never seen you so happy.

— Human lives are fleeting moments in time, and it wasn't until you told them about your engagement and upcoming nuptials that they realized your life would pass by in a blur. You'd be gone before they knew it, and they didn't want to take you for granted.

— They came to your wedding and gave you gifts, and they promised that their long-lost sister's future generations would be protected and cherished by them no matter what.

— Years pass and your house fills with family photos of your children's very eccentric uncles.

— Uncle Luci is the nicest. He bonds with your oldest child the most, but he teaches all your children the importance of family and patience and loyalty. Showing emotion and asking for help aren't signs of weakness, but signs of strength. He's also the one who gifted your family a puppy when your children were old enough to help care for it. He's in fewer photographs and videos than the rest of his siblings because he's usually the one volunteering to hold the camera. Watching your family stand intertwined with his fills the aching parts of his heart with love instead of pain and regret, and he wants to capture these special memories to look back on. His study and bedroom in the House of Lamentation are filled with these photographs too.

— Uncle Mammon is good at so many things. He shows them card tricks and he teaches them how to play games, too—Go Fish and Crazy 8's at first and Poker later. He tells them the importance of restraint and responsibility and that sometimes you need to make your own luck. He comes trick-or-treating on Halloween, and he'll even go into the haunted house attraction once they turn their puppy eyes on him. He helps the kids with math homework and science projects, and he helps each of them pick out and learn how to care for their first car. (He's twisted around their fingers the way he's still twisted around yours.)

— Uncle Levi is one of their favourites to invite for slumber parties. He brings lots of costumes and toys to play with, and he likes to watch cartoons and play video games as much as they do. He encourages them to be creative and unique no matter what anyone else thinks (but reminds them to call him or talk to their parents if they get teased or bullied). He takes the kids to opening day showings of the latest superhero movie they want to see, and they all come back with plastic collectible cups from the theater after eating way too much sugar. He gives some of the best gifts on special occasions and their birthdays.

— Uncle Sully fills your house with books. As your children grow older, he replaces their children's books with things more suitable for their ages and reading levels, and he delights when one of yours is as much of a bookworm as he is. He tries to teach them all about the power that comes from knowledge, and how books are not only a glimpse into the past but a hopeful peek into the future. He wants them to explore the world with an open mind and vivid imagination. He teaches them that family gives them strength and love and as long as they have each other, they can do anything.

(They start calling him Uncle Satan when they learn the truth about their beloved uncles. It was only a matter of time and you had years to prepare an explanation, but it still catches you off-guard: your children sitting very seriously at the kitchen table, looking at each other before one of them starts to speak. They ask tough questions about why their uncles don't seem to get any older, and why they can do all these amazing things they learn later is because of magic. Your youngest still calls him Uncle Sully; the others save that nickname for special occasions, just to get a rise out of him.)

— Uncle Asmo is so much fun! He helps you organize birthday parties and graduation parties, and when your children grow into adulthood and begin to live their own lives, weddings and honeymoons and baby showers too. He loves to be involved because he wants them to feel special and celebrated for all their achievements. It's also an excuse for him to spoil your family with clothes and gifts that you know can only be purchased in the Devildom. He helps you navigate their challenging teen years, talking to them about love and sex and healthy relationships. He makes sure they all know that he's there to lend an ear, a shoulder to cry on, or any other support or help they might need. He feels blessed to watch your family grow up because your love for them is so pure and beautiful; your impact on this world will linger long after you're gone.

— Uncle Beel and Uncle Belphie are the ones that take your children on some of their most cherished childhood adventures. They just happen to come by for a visit when traveling carnivals and theme parks open for the summer season. They all eat a ridiculous amount of food and come back with armfuls of souvenirs (which Beel happily pays for and refuses your attempts to pay him back). They suggest camping trips on long holiday weeks or ski vacations during the colder winter months. They like helping your children connect with nature and the stars and each other. Beel and Belphie tell the best stories, even if some of them are a little sad.

(They don't know until they're older that Uncle Belphie used to visit at nighttime and help care for them as babies. Sometimes you'd wake up and check on them to find them fast asleep in his arms while he rocked them in the chair beside their crib. Other nights, he visited when you'd already gotten up, but you always invited him to stay and listen while you hummed a lullaby.)

— Your children grow older and so do you. The demon brothers aren't ready to say goodbye—how could they be? When you're gone, it feels like they lost Lilith all over again. Death haunts them like shadow, but this time it's different because they realize that their family's not broken. It's stronger, and bigger, because you gave them that gift. In return, they promise to protect the descendants of Lilith that bear your name and have the same potential for greatness that you did.

— Your children's homes, and their children's after that, remain filled with photographs of their quirky uncles. The names and faces of the demon brothers are passed down along to each generation with a growing collection of impossible stories. It's your family's precious secret that each child is told when they're old enough to understand, because it's only a matter of time before the uncles arrive to visit them too.

#obey me #obey me headcanons #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me angst #obey me x reader #x reader #gn!reader

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lovelyladyabsinthewrites · 10 months

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Tender Tragedy

Pairing: Arthur Dayne x Targaryen!Reader

Warnings: death

Words:2601

Day winding down to night, Dany took her intimate party on to her personal balcony where an iron pit sat at the center. Surrounding her great pyramid were small specks of orange light. Each one belonged to a family getting ready for slumber. Not Daenerys and her court. Their work tend to bleed into the late hours of the night. There was much work to be done in Meereen.

“Your grace.” Ser Barristan Selmy, a newly added member, holds out a jewel studded goblet to his queen.

Dany eyes the extravagance of the cup as she takes it graciously from the old knight’s hand. Growing up, such decadence was scarce for the once crown prince and princess. Viserys often complained that had Robert not started his rebellion, they would still have the Targaryen wealth that was owed to them.

Alas, Viserys’ own vanity was to be his doom. Now only Dany basked in such exquisite items.

Taking a sip of the sweet wine she had been given, Daenerys can’t resist thinking on her other siblings; those long dead. She’d had Rhaegar, her older brother, and an older sister, (y/n).

Rhaegar, the whole of the rebellion being his fault, of course had to die in order to restore order in the seven kingdoms along with the death of Aerys. That was a certainty that Dany had slowly come to acknowledge. She didn’t want to think that any fault lay on her family, but there were so many facts she couldn’t ignore. Targaryens were to blame for everything.

One thing she still couldn’t wrap her head around was why her eldest sister had to die as well. No one explained to Dany the ultimate fate of (y/n). Those like Jorah and Selmy who knew kept her in the dark.

Turning back to Selmy, she watches as he seats himself in front of the fire that gently warmed his aging joints. Jorah was next to him, speaking quietly with Grey Worm who preferred to stand at attention in case his blade was needed.

For a moment, Dany imagines how the guiding hand of a gentle, older sister might have changed her life instead of growing up with Viserys’ cruel tendencies. She grieves for what could have been.

“What happened to (y/n)?”

Her inquiry has Grey Worm and Jorah ceasing their conversation all together. Even the introspective gaze that Missandei had while listening to them had evaporated.

Selmy sadly stares at his hands. He always became melancholic when the subject of (y/n) was brought up. “I don’t think right now’s the time for that. . .”

“Then when will be? No one talks about her. Why am I not to know about her, my only sister?” Her tone of authority has them averting their gaze from her drilling eyes. Must she be stuck with the knowledge that her elder brother Rhaegar died because of the accusation of rape and knowing Viserys was a monster in his own right much like their father? Were there truly no good members of House Targaryen that were worthy of life?

Pondering for a second, Selmy heaves out a weary sigh. “It is not a happy story. Many do not want to recall what happened to your sister because she was much loved and her death devastated every corner of the Seven Kingdoms. As if enough blood hadn’t been shed already.”

“It was utterly pointless.” Jorah murmurs, his own eyes glossing over. Dany had pestered him before about (y/n), any bit of information, but Jorah stood his ground and never uttered a peep about the elder Targaryen daughter.

Quietly, Daenerys trails over to them and sits on the other side of Selmy. “What was she like? I just want to get an idea of who she is.”

That was an easier question to answer.

Light came back into Selmy’s eyes and the corners of his mouth twitch upward into a smile. “She was goodness incarnate, Your Grace. Much like yourself. And beautiful. (y/n) did much to help those suffering in the slums of King’s Landing. Was always trying to make things better and was an excellent problem solver. She was a burst of life in the Red Keep. Everyone thrived in her presence.”

So why was she too a casualty of the rebellion. Dany would tread lightly to that question. “Did she ever marry? She was very close to Rhaegar in age, right?” She’d be at the perfect age where young ladies were often pawned off to other influential families. Even Daenerys had been married to Khal Drogo when she was just ten and three.

Jorah chuckles at that. “Oh many tried. She was considered the perfect match. Constantly being hounded by old and young lords alike. Marrying her off though had never been Aerys’ top priority when his mind started to rot.”

“He never thought of marrying (y/n) to Rhaegar?” It was Valyrian tradition to wed one sibling to the other. Many generations of the Targaryens had kept the practice alive despite the negative views the Sept had toward it.

“It had been discussed.” Selmy admits. “Maybe if he had done that to begin with, we could have avoided war. But. . . (y/n) had already pledged her love to someone else.”

Ser Arthur carefully scans his surroundings in the hallway to make sure no one saw or followed him to the destined rendezvous point. When he seemed to be completely by himself, he closed the door and turned to face you. Patiently awaiting him on the foot of the bed with a wide grin.

He’d mentioned many times how he’d never, in a million years, get used to the sight of your smile and the way it illuminated your lavender eyes. Beacons that entangle Arthur in a trap he had no plan to escape from.

You stand and dissolve the small distance between you in a blink of an eye. Your hands, soft and smelling of the sweetness of spring, grab his cheeks to pull him down to your starving lips.

Arthur was all too ready to comply.

“She was in love with the Sword of the Morning, Ser Arthur Dayne.” He remembers Ser Arthur with the utmost fondness, but their relationship had been doomed from the very start. Selmy had been there when Arthur was sworn into the Kingsguard. Even by then the boy was completely enraptured by Princess (y/n).

Dany, listening intently, originally this of this as a perfect story from some old fairytale . A princess and her lover knight, a classic. But (y/n)’s story did not end happily ever after.

Missandei holds Dany’s hand. She too had a sense of where this kind of story was going.

“So great was their affections for one another, it was quite obvious to everyone around them. During tourneys, Arthur would ask for her favor. The dances before the war, they would dance with each other. When war finally broke out, we found (y/n)’s chambers empty. Arthur, before joining Rhaegar’s forces, spirited the princess out of the Keep.”

You jolt to a stop as Arthur held out an arm to stop you from advancing. You’d been crawling along the shadows in the corridors of the Keep as Arthur led you hall after hall to evade any guards. Like hell he’d leave you behind. What he was doing was punishable by death but he didn’t care.

Thinking the coast had been clear, you’d almost gone around the corner but Arthur’s better trained ears heard someone coming.

He holds you close to his side so that your cheek was pressed against his armor and you were partially hidden under his cloak. You didn’t breathe for fear of discovery.

Whoever it was walked right past you, none the wiser. Both of you release your breath simultaneously. Even if someone had caught you, Arthur wouldn’t hesitate to kill them; even if it was his own brothers from the guard. They no longer mattered anymore.

A single touch from Arthur had you jumping and he chuckling. He’d only reached out for your hand. He brings it up to his lips and gives your knuckles the most gentle of kisses.

Finally you smile as he coaxes you along.

At this point, Selmy pauses to quench his parched mouth and ignite the courage required to continue with the story. He wished it ended there, (y/n) and Arthur escaping and happily living out the rest of their days somewhere in Essos.

Dany as well as the others drink from their cups.

“Of course this caused such a rage in Aerys. (Y/n) tended to have stubborn strike, but for the most part she had been obedient to Aerys. It was the quite the blow to him that his treasured daughter had escaped with one of his personal guards.”

Aerys had sent whatever manpower he could spare to look for (y/n) and Arthur.

“They remained elusive for several months. But one day while Arthur was gone to fight in a battle, Rhaegar’s defenseless camp had been attacked. They dragged (y/n) out by force.”

You’re pretty sure your scream pierced a few of your assailants’ ear drums.

Someone grabbed a fistful of your silver hair and nearly rips your skull from your neck. Even though it caused you unspeakable pain, you fight and claw at any inch off vulnerable skin you could dig your nails into.

They curse at you, crown Targaryen princess, and treat you with outstanding abuse you had never experienced before.

You could taste the rusty burst of blood trickling out from your split lip. Feel the boning of your corset imprint itself into your torso as they beat you into unconscious submission. These could not possibly be natives to the Crownlands. Possibly someone Aerys had paid off. No person, knowing who you are, would ever treat you in such a manner. Whether you were the Mad King’s daughter or not.

Fight had fled from you as they hoist you onto the back of an awaiting horse. They keep their eyes open to scan the area once more before leaving. There was no sign of the Sword of the Morning.

Silent tears spring into your vision as you watch Rhaegar’s plundered camp consumed by flames.

Your captors waste no time and heed their mounts to move faster.

“(Y/N)!!!”

Your eyelids try to flutter open at the sound of Arthur’s voice stretching over miles. It was impossible.

Hooves cease to beat and quietly stop at the approaching figure. Men in armor dismount and brandish their swords. Arthur was greatly outnumbered.

His battle had been far away from the camp yet there was Arthur sizing up his chances as he hops off of his own war horse.

“Yield, Ser Dayne.” One called out to him. “The king wants you alive.”

Eyes that could have passed off for Targaryen flick over to you and a knife that had suddenly appeared tauntingly against your throat. You stay absolutely still unless the blades gives you its sharp kiss. The only way you could keep your fear at bay was to keep your gaze focused on Arthur’s eyes. Wisteria filled pools calm your racing heart although you knew there was still much for you to fear.

Arthur dropped the great sword of his house, Dawn, in front of his feet in surrender.

Countless knights descend upon him and bind his limbs in chains. It would not do to have a knight of Arthur’s caliber have any access to his limbs.

He’d be compliant as long as they kept the two of you together.

“Couldn’t Ser Arthur have taken them on? I’ve constantly heard of his mastery with the sword and how he was like no other.” To Dany, the infamous Sword of the Morning gave up quite easily.

Every line on Selmy’s face seems to deepen. “Alas, Arthur was still but a human. He knew when to pick his battles. This was not one he could’ve ever won by himself.”

He knew he must tie off the story of (y/n) Targaryen and Ser Arthur Dayne. Anyone could imagine the torture Aerys put his daughter and Arthur through before their actual death. They accepted their fate with their hand’s holding the other’s.

(Y/n) didn’t she a tear when she glared at her father as he read out their punishment. She kept her head held high as did Arthur. That’s how Selmy wanted to remember them. Not their grotesque corpses that had been left.

From the older man’s reaction, Daenerys knew she’d learned enough as her own tears spill over her bottom lashes.

Next to her, Missandei hastily wipes a stray tear from the corner of her eye. Her hand was trembling in Dany’s as they support one another.

From a hidden pocket, Selmy sighs and pulls out a leather drawstring pouch. “After. . . After they had died, Aerys wanted their remains to be tossed like common trash. Instead we properly buried them. However. . . Before all remnants of her life was scrubbed from the world, I saved this one piece of her.”

Once placed in her hands, Dany tentatively pulls open the pouch and pulls out a silver locket. Engraved into its metal were beautiful flowers. Each petal captured with intricate details. In the center was tucked a large pink pearl.

Dany opens it, her eyes instantly round and glisten. “I-Is this. . .” Her gaze falls back onto the contents of the locket. Inside was a perfectly curled lock of silver hair. Targaryen hair.

“Before she died, Aerys had her head shaved for further humiliation.” Selmy whispers.

Softly Dany pets the soft piece of hair. The only part of her sister she’ll ever know.

Shutting the locket with a gentle hand, Daenerys holds it close to her heart.

The strong beating of Arthur’s heart had nearly lulled you to sleep. His arm slung around you, daring anyone to put you in separate cells.

They granted you this one last request.

Aerys wouldn’t let you and Arthur live. Both of you accepted that when you were captured. The Mad King didn’t take prisoners of war.

At least you had one last night with him. To be held in his arms and gifted kisses upon the crown of your head. This was all you had ever asked for.

The Few months you’d spent with him evading Aerys had been the happiest. If this was the price you had to pay for it then so be it. You’d finally experienced true happiness

“(Y/n)?”

“Hmm?”

You shift in his hold to look up at his gorgeous face. The man was a work of art and possessed the looks of old gods of the sun. Despite the sultry pout of his full lips, Arthur had always been dedicated to you; no other woman had ever held such sway over him in his entire life. Sweet as it was he’d even tried his hand at poetry to try and explain how much he truly loved you. It was awful but to you it was your dearest possession.

All over again, you fall in love with him from the way he gazed down at you with naked love.

“Being with you has completed my life. No matter how short a time we had. I’d do it all over again knowing this would be the price.”

You blink back tears but it’s useless. His image is blurry. “M-Me too. Knowing that you love me and you’re here…”

Arthur caressed the side of your face and pressed his forehead to your’s.

Whatever what happened when the sun rose, you’d have no regrets.

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thecuriousquest · 8 months

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hey!! can i request yandere big brother natsu and his little sister attempting to sneak out to a party?

Parties and Punishments

Tag List: @issamomma @repostingmyfavs

Warnings: Platonic yandere themes, grounding, punishment spanking threat, tad bit of manipulation, control issues, shoving, shaking

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Frozen in your spot while zipping up a black dress for the party, you look at your pissed off older brother who has just busted the door open.

“You have got to be kidding me,” he exclaims while looking at you, absolutely fuming.

Natsu stomps over to you and grabs you by the bicep in a harsh grip. He’s so much taller than you that you have to crane your head to look up at him.

“Natsu, I just wanted to go out,” you plead against him.

He shakes his pink hair as if he’s trying to block out your words.

“I already told you that you couldn’t go! It’s a good thing I woke up when I smelled that perfume you put on.”

So, that’s how he knew you were awake. You didn’t think one spritz would be enough to pull him from his slumber.

He grabs your other arm and shakes you, quite severely.

“What’s my one rule?”

You can’t believe how hard he just shook you. Still a bit rattled, you take a moment to collect yourself. He must be really mad if he’s being up the rule.

“No talking to boys,” you whisper as fear begins to lace your tone.

Grabbing you by the nape of your neck, he forces you to lock eyes with him.

“You look at me when I’m talking to you. Why do I only have one rule?”

You’re desperate to get away from him. His black eyes seem endless with disappointment, and it’s something you can’t handle from your only sibling, your only family.

“Because I’m usually well-behaved.”

He shakes you again. “Does this look well-behaved to you?!”

“No, Natsu! Please, stop! I wasn’t gonna talk to any boys!” you lie to try to mollify him.

“You look like a slut with that dress and makeup on! You’re really trying to tell me that you weren’t going to talk to any boys at that party? Answer me!”

Feeling unsteady on your feet because of how violently he keeps shaking you, you’re forced to grab onto the lapels of his open vest.

Feeling him pull on your ear, he leads you to the bathroom. The sharp tug has you wincing and howling as you attempt to keep up with his long strides.

He turns on the faucet and grabs a bar of soap. You can’t stand to watch it happen, but he begins scrubbing at your face. Everything melts away as it runs down your cheeks and drips off of your chin. Eyeshadow, mascara, blush, lipstick. It’s all ruined.

“Can’t believe you really thought you could pull that off. You don’t ever sneak out, and you never talk to boys!”

Your hands fly out, trying to grab onto anything for some stability. You clutch the edges of the sink and attempt to turn your head away from him, but all he does is grip your locks and continue running the bar of soap up and down your face.

You choke on suds as the soap gets in your mouth. Natsu doesn’t stop cleansing your face in such a volatile manner until there’s not a trace left of your makeup.

He drops the bar in the sink, turning off the water.

You suddenly feel a towel land on your shoulder, and you realize he just threw it at you.

“Dry your face,” is all he says.

You bite your bare lip while glaring at him, but you give in when he takes a step towards you to answer your silent challenge. Dabbing your face with the towel, you look at your reflection in the mirror. Your face is red and blotchy, and you really can’t believe Natsu just did that.

Natsu has had it with you tonight. He shoves you back into your room and points a stern finger in your face.

“You can forget about quests for an entire month, and if you argue with me about it, I will take a belt to your ass. Got me?”

Hugging yourself, you nod your head at his declaration of your punishment. “Yes, Natsu, I understand.”

Handing you a shirt and shorts to wear to bed, he orders you out of that dress so that you can change. At least he turns his back to give you a semblance of privacy.

Sniffling, you wipe your nose with the back of your hand. “I’m changed. You can turn around now.”

Seeing you standing there in your pajamas with red eyes from crying causes him to rethink how harsh he just was with you. It takes a lot for him to pull you into a hug because of how angry he still is with you.

“This is what’s best for you. What if some boy tried to do something bad to you? What if he tried to hurt you? I wouldn’t have known until it was too late!”

You can feel his arms around you tighten just a bit.

What’s best, you’ve heard it all before during punishments. You get it. Raising you by himself isn’t an easy feat. Natsu especially hates having to discipline you, and you usually don’t ever give him a reason to. Your brother is doing his best. However, you’re a growing young lady. Boys are something you want to explore because of that, but he never gives you the chance to. The only way you can talk to them is by sneaking out, which you hate doing because you know it goes against Natsu’s wishes. It just isn’t fair.

“I’m so sorry, Natsu,” you apologize with a need for him to not be mad at you anymore. “Please, forgive me? I won’t be bad anymore. I won’t sneak out ever again. Please?”

“Okay, it’s okay. I’m only doing this because you mean the world to me. Alright?”

With your head against his chest, you sob desperately into him. Natsu allows you to expel your emotions, and he can’t help but think how cute you are when you fall asleep against him in his hug. Like a good older sibling, he picks you up and puts you to bed.

Turning out the lights, he looks back at you and says, “Goodnight, Little Sis.”

Your big brother might not be perfect, but at least he’s trying.

#yandere #triggering content #triggering themes #yandere themes #yandere x you #yandere x reader #yandere x y/n #platonic yandere #yandere big brother #fairy tail yandere #natsu dragneel x reader #natsu dragneel #yandere natsu dragneel #yandere natsu dragneel x reader #fairy tail natsu #fire dragon slayer #natsu dragon slayer

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frizzle-mcshizzle · 5 months

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the rest of the kotlc books i read summarized in the most unhinged way possible

part one

Lodestar: Sir Mommy Issues™️ is apart of the neverseen and blows. up. his. SCHOOL. the council make everyone go to prison school lesssons, btw y’all can blow up flesh and bone, what?!, oh nothing, girl blows up rock with mind, ✨Slumber Party✨ MARRIED PEOPLE 💕KISS💕 BECAUSE THEY LOVE AND FORGIVE EACH OTHER, daily check-in with double agent friend, he makes a poem about his bootie!!, they meet on a island?? and talk about stuff??? young man gets kidnapped and 🔥tortured🔥, the mirror that the girl was allergic to is actually a ✨secret portal✨, and it leads to another ✨secret portal✨,it takes them to a evil bad gut hideout (it’s empty btw), (they accidentally trap their friend in the secret wall hole), 13 year old is asked to attend peace talks because that’s where a child should be, this just in: having a peace talks on top of a underground prison is a horrible idea™️ who would have thought, the building collapses on top of everyone because foreshadowing, man who murdered his fiancé gets smooshed by a R O C K, the mentor guy gets stabbed and slowly bleeds out as his creation watches helplessly (this will definitely not effect her forever) oh no the bad guys have another bad guy!! oh know the girls human parents get kidnapped!! but her sister is ok!! she suddenly remembers who her sister is! THE END so much happens in this book what the hell

Nightfall: Human girl thinks elves names are weird, man drugs a group of children and takes them to a second location (his ex best friends apartment), the ex best friend fosters the human girl along with his “not legally” ex-wife, main character goes into zombie mode because her human parents are being tortured, strange lady takes children on a field trip with a man who’s just a blurry blob and not any character we knows older brother, 🎶young man, fight the ogre king, i say young man, rip that jewel, off, his, ear🎶 a princess becomes a body gaurd and immediately booby traps her charges bed, he’s supposed to be on bed rest because he got almost gutted by the Ogre king aka her dad, surprise girl can control 🔥FIRE🔥, secret message decoding, and technically not cousin kissing,they find the evil big brother™️ and he gets slammed into the walls by his sister, there’s a secret torture chamber under the under water city, parents are stuck inside fake 🔥fire🔥, they get the parents out, dad mid controls a psychopath AND a genetically modified murder creature that shouldn’t even exist (kinda like the main character but with less murder), girl decides to take on a murderer, without emotions, who’s been in jail for a millennia on her own and gets TOSSED THROUGH A MIRROR (A+ for effort baby girl), she’s completely shredded and to this day i don’t understand how they even found her body or how she found the evil lady, the human parents gets their minds wiped AGAIN (you will cry at what the mother says), evil big brother completely forgot who he is THE END

Flashback: Evil big brother who had his mind completely wiped is living at home again, because the council and his parents don’t think he’s evil anymore because he forgot all his memories, the younger siblings are NOT happy™️, the younger brother AKA the Burnette hot guy is EXTRA not happy™️, he works out in the desert doing hand stand push up that the main character definitely doesn’t find hot, OH NO! the bad guys attack with shadow powers!!!, the two guys the series keeps forgetting about save the day with a 🌈rainbow sword🌈 (and Explosives!!!🔥local children almost die for the eleventeth time, their in comas, their poor parents, girl wakes up, her arm is goopy and there’s a monster in her brain that is not a metaphor for PTSD, the boy is still in a coma, 🩷😊✨happy shadow thoughts✨😊🩷, girl says she misses the boy and he wakes up through the power of 💕love💕 (probably), they’re hospitalized for two months aka half the book, the blonde hot boy walks in on the Burnett hot guy had feeding the main character candy, he leaves like a sad puppy in the rain, they get out of the hospital, but the Burnett guy is still on crutches, ❤️boy x chandelier the love story for the ages❤️, main character gets not 1 not 2 but 4 new body guards, one is married to the princess, they hate each other, self-defense training and bodyguards shenanigans, the ballad of Bo and Ro is written, local horse girl almost gets kissed by a guy who’s basically royalty, the horse girls horse goes into labor and the horse girl teleports to her rescue, the bald girl from book one helps save the horse’s life with her mom and dad, a troll takes advantage of the fact that the baby horses need to be incubated and gets the horse girl make an alliance with the entire horse species without any other adult input, they take the babies to some hidden tower and create an illusion that will definitely protect them, surprise Evil brother is still evil, he release secret gmo murder troll newborns who wreck havoc, EVIL LADY GETS CRUSHED BY D O O R, little brother almost kills his brother not once but twice, one of those times he trapped him in a baby troll capsule, when it started to fill with goop. he. stopped. pressing. buttons. evil brother escapes definitely won’t be relevant later, evil mom lady threatens to kill the baby horses if he doesn’t get to steal a child, he agrees to be stolen, she knocks him out anyway, the baby horses are born and they are ok, then the horse girl goes to get her eugenics lists because that’s what you do when your friend is kidnapped.

#THIS WAS LONG #why do so many things happen in these books #it’s not ok #LET THEM BREATHE #let them REST #i’ll do the ones i haven’t read later #kotlc #keeper of the lost cities #kotlc lodestar #kotlc flashback #kotlc nightfall

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TIMING: Current LOCATION: Eleanor's Apartment PARTIES: Farah Bolden-Landry & Eleanor SUMMARY: Eleanor gets a surprise visit from her younger sister who's hellbent on getting her out of Wicked's Rest. WARNINGS: Mention of substance abuse, depression

Farah Bolden-Landry was a fierce woman who had never backed down from any fight and stood firmly upon what she believed in. She wasn’t easily influenced and she spoke her mind no matter how uncomfortable it might make everyone else. She was Eleanor’s biggest role model and best friend, having taken the older girl under her wing almost immediately after she’d been dumped on the Bolden’s doorstep. She’d gladly invited Eleanor to share her bedroom, had made sure that everyone in the intimidating private school all of the Bolden children attended didn’t hurt a hair on her newest sister’s head, and was the first person Eleanor had ever opened up to about her sexuality.

It wasn’t easy for Eleanor to hide how poorly she was doing whenever it came to Farah. It was simple to put on a cheerful voice whenever her parents called or to send a few smiling emojis whenever the rest of her siblings texted, but Farah was different and at times Eleanor wondered if her sister was also an empath because of her uncanny ability to always know when something wasn’t right. She wasn’t used to others being able to pinpoint her emotional state and it made her skin crawl, ironic since she’d been accused of the very same thing her entire life.

It was because of Farah’s immense emotional intelligence that her surprise visit shook Eleanor to the core - she hadn’t even had time to prepare an elaborate speech about how much she loved her new life in her new town.

“Farah?” Eleanor blinked away the last remnants of sleep and stared blankly at her sister. She’d been ripped from her dreamless slumber at the sound of someone banging on her front door, her cotton pajama set crooked and her hair a rat’s nest. She hadn’t even bothered with her glasses which was why the familiar face was somewhat distorted. “Do you know what time it is?”

“Noon, Elle. It’s noon.” Farah responded in her husky voice and took in the dark circles under her older sister’s eyes (which she’d been successful at hiding from everyone else thus far under a layer or two of concealer) and the poor state of the apartment behind her. It wasn't like Eleanor to let her living space become unmanageable, even as a kid she’d been a neat freak and had insisted that everything had a place. “Mom and Dad gave me a big story about how you’re loving it in this shitty town and you're moving on quickly. They said that your therapy appointments are going well, too. I knew it was all a crock of shit. You’re really pulling off the hot grandma look, by the way.” She motioned to Eleanor’s pajamas with a smirk.

Eleanor frowned up at her sister. “Why’re you here?”

“It’s good to see you too.” Farah pushed her way past Eleanor and took a look around the small apartment. “Are you sleeping on the couch?”

Eleanor sighed, closed the door, and turned to face her fate. She’d thought she would have a lot more time before any of her family thought it necessary to make a house call - she’d obviously been letting her mask slip.

Her eyes landed on the couch with its mountain of pillows and blankets. She couldn’t tell the truth that she was terrified of sleeping in her bed because sometimes it still smelled like Lily and other times she would roll over in the dead of night and swear her girlfriend was lying there next to her, softly snoring like she always did.

“It was just one night.” She busied herself with cleaning up the mess on the couch as a way to avoid looking Farah in the eye as she lied through her teeth. “What brings you to Wicked’s Rest? Shouldn’t you be in Canada with your husband?” Farah had married a Canadian businessman and they traveled back and forth often in order to keep in touch with both of their families.

“He's busy and I wanted to come see my big sister.” The younger woman shared a smile.

“And to check up on me.”

Farah rolled her eyes and flopped down onto the newly tidied couch. “Can you blame me? You’ve been off the grid for a month now and the only things I’m hearing about you are coming from our parents. They’re easy to fool because they want to believe all the things you’re telling them. You know how gullible they are: they gave Dylan another loan two months ago because they still think he’s trying to start up a business even though every time they give him a big chunk of change the local plug gets a new Mercedes.”

Eleanor nodded slowly, her arms crossed over her chest. “So our brother is still struggling with addiction and you've chosen to come here and criticize me because I slept on the couch last night?”

“Not the point and you know it.” Farah responded in a condescending sing-song voice. “Where are all of these friends our parents say you’re making? Are they real or in your head?”

Eleanor scowled and turned to stomp into the kitchen. She needed to keep her hands busy so that she could think through her responses quickly - one wrong word and Farah would have her packed up and on a plane to Canada and there was absolutely nothing she’d be able to do about it.

But her friends were real, she just couldn’t give too much information about them unless she wanted to chance being placed in a padded room while at the same time being specific enough to ensure that her sister knew she wasn’t making anything up. What could she possibly say to Farah? Yeah, my friends are real! And guess what? One of them’s a vampire and the other another undead type. And there was even a water nymph, whatever the hell that is, and she threatened me with a knife before I unknowingly insulted her and she ran off. That wouldn’t go over too well. Her sister knew of her abilities, but she wouldn’t be so open to accepting more than that, even less so if the information was coming from her clinically depressed, recently traumatized sister.

“We’re all adults, they can’t just hang out at my place all day like we don’t have jobs.” Eleanor was surprised to find that her sister was correct about the time but still decided to start making herself breakfast. It was the first time in a week that she’d turned on the stove and let out a deep breath when it went over without a hitch despite being neglected in favor of takeout. “Um… there’s Metzli, we met when they offered to give me some inspiration for my book with their art. They’re an amazing artist, you should see some of their stuff. There’s Ariadne and she’s into ballet like me and she's really sweet.” She was also recently kidnapped, but apparently that’s just something that happens around here from time to time. “Teagan, uh,” although she tried to cover it with a cough the hesitation was noticeable, “Teagan’s here, too.”

“Those names sound made up. Except for Teagan, I kinda like that one. I’m gonna add it to the list.”

At the mention of Farah’s famed list Eleanor spun around and pounced on the opportunity to change the subject. “You two are still trying for a baby? How’re you ever gonna be able to pick a name if you keep adding to that damn list?”

As stern as she was, Farah was unable to stop herself from smiling in response to her sister’s enthusiasm. “Our efforts and the list are still going strong. Mom also offered to get me in touch with all the people they worked with just in case -”

“You’re gonna be able to have your own, sometimes it just takes a little bit of time.” Eleanor interjected when she felt the shift in her sister’s mood turn darker. “Don’t even think about that yet because it’ll just add stress.”

“But we also have to be realistic. And adoption isn’t bad at all, look at how we ended up because of it.” Farah looked over her sister again and Eleanor shifted uncomfortably at the pangs of guilt and pity that were directed towards her. She didn’t want either.

She turned back to the stove and a comfortable silence fell over the apartment, though she could feel that her sister was trying to find something to say that would convince Eleanor to leave with her. It would all be in vain, of course, but she would try as she had multiple times before.

“Elle…” Farah started and Eleanor looked over her shoulder, her jaw set and ready to protest, but she immediately melted when she saw the tired, concerned look on her sister’s face. “We’re worried about you.”

“Don’t be.” She transferred the finished eggs onto a serving plate before she moved to the small desk she’d tucked into the corner of the living room and picked up two large notebooks to show Farah. “I’m working and it’s taking everything out of me, but that’s good! I’m researching and getting out of my apartment and meeting people -”

“For work.” Farah held up her hand to stop Eleanor before she could continue on her rant. “You’re researching and leaving your apartment and talking to people for work. You need to have people over just for fun, or go out and do something that doesn’t involve getting information for your next project. Hell, just go and get some coffee.”

“I’m always getting coffee!” Eleanor felt the frustration bubble up and out of her before she could stop it and she threw the notebooks back onto the table. “I’m always trying but there’s no results so no one sees that, Farah! I leave my apartment and it feels like the entire world is gonna come crashing down on me. I meet someone new and I have to decide whether those feelings that I’m having are actually mine or if I’m just experiencing whatever they’re feeling. I go to get coffee and I have to fight the urge to just drop to the ground because it’s so… loud.” Tears that she hadn’t realized had built up in her eyes spilled over and she swiped angrily at them. “She’s not here to help me anymore. I don’t get to have her around and have her calm me whenever things get bad and I don’t think people understand how awful that is because she’s not just gone, I feel her every single day and she’s terrified and in pain constantly. She’s here, in my mind, but I can’t see her or talk to her, but she’s there just out of reach. Every day, from the moment I wake up to the moment I fall asleep. I feel everything! And the only advice I can get is ‘get out of the house’ or ‘make some friends’. I can leave the house, but she won’t be out there, and I can make some friends, but they won’t be her.”

Farah seemed frozen for a moment until she was finally able to get to her feet and cross the room to her sister. She gently wiped the tears from Eleanor’s cheeks and tapped the tip of her nose like she would do when they were younger.

“Not once have you said her name out loud - you can’t, can you?”

And there was no reason to argue because it was true. She could type Lily’s name while speaking with people online, but she couldn't bring the name to her lips. She thought life itself would end should she call out and receive no response.

“Come back with me, you’ll have your own side of the house with an actual office and everything, you won’t even have to see me and Daniel if you don’t want to. And when we have a kid… I’ll make sure to keep them away from you until they’re able to self-regulate their emotions. A baby would probably be a nightmare for you now that I’m thinking about it.” Farah straightened Eleanor's pajamas and quickly ran her fingers through the mess of hair atop her head, always the caretaker despite being the younger of the pair. “Everyone would be able to breathe a little bit better if they knew you were with us - or at the very least go home, Mom and Dad would probably die of happiness to have you back.”

Could she leave? She wouldn't want to move back in with her parents because she would be smothered. Her parents had always been concerned about her, but Lily’s disappearance had really amped it up. Eleanor knew that she would never know peace should she return to the Bolden household. But she could live with her sister, without a doubt, and happily at that. Farah was good at giving people space because she required a lot of it herself and she wouldn’t feel the need to check in every hour on the hour, maybe once or twice a day if she’d noticed Eleanor hadn’t left her room for food. It had been extremely easy for the two to share a room when they were teenagers and even though Farah was a little messier than Eleanor liked, they compromised nicely and were able to coexist without driving each other insane.

“You won’t be alone anymore.” Farah added, mistaking the faraway look on Elenaor’s face as her trying to come up with some excuse as to why she should stay.

Eleanor shook her head. “I’m not alone.” She was lonely but not alone, and even that could be fixed with a simple message to either Metzli or Ariadne. She knew either one would be at her front door the moment she confessed she needed them. But that was the problem, she didn’t want to bother them.

“Right, your friends with the weird names.” Farah sighed and took a step back. “Just think about it for me? We could have you packed up and out of here before the end of the week, promise. Only the best for you and absolutely nothing less. I really think that you need to get away from everything that reminds you of what used to be - I mean, what're you even doing here?"

Although Eleanor would have loved to say that she hadn’t been swayed by Farah’s promises she had to admit that the woman had offered an appealing deal. What was she doing in Wicked’s Rest? She couldn’t find a missing person all on her own, especially not now that the police would be no help since they’d determined that Lily wasn’t missing at all but had instead just ran off.

She pulled Farah into a hug. "I'm going to stay, even if it's just a little while longer. I promise I'll be in touch more and be more honest about what I'm going through - with you, not our parents. They don't need to be anymore worried."

Farah let out a short sigh and hugged her back. "You have six months, if you haven't gotten better by then you're coming back with me. I'll have it court ordered and everything, don't make me cause a scene."

And if there was one thing Farah didn't joke about it was causing a scene. Eleanor immediately felt the pressure of the deadline: six months to turn her life around, at least enough to trick her incredibly intuitive sister... would she be able to do it?

She had no choice but to try.

#wickedswriting #writing: an ultimatum #writing: solo #substance abuse tw #depression tw

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theintrovertbean · 1 year

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Do you have an OC? Would love to hear about them if you do so take this as a moment to completely brag about them 🤭

Yup, I have an OC! Although, they're pretty much just me, only a better version. I haven't talked much about them anywhere due to being afraid of people judging me since this includes a topic that a few people might not like.

I normally don't like OCs. I have almost zero interest in them, but I guess this bitch counts kinda as an OC, so here we are. Still, I have no idea what I'm doing here, and forgive me if this isn't what you want me to talk about. I've made an OC before for Nadia, but she's on my old blog, and I never wrote anything with her related to The Arcana, so yeah. But this one is a different case.

Anyway, some of you may or may not know that I intend to reality shift to The Arcana (and I'm very close, I've actually seen parts of the shop and had a few lucid dreams about Nadia. Once, she complained to Namar about me staying up late.) So I just created a little alternative universe for myself where I will live as my OC.

Their name is Eszter, and so is mine. Yup, that's my real name. Beautiful and fancy, I know. For privacy reasons, I will not share my surname because I'd die of shame if someone who has met me IRL found out about this blog.

Just like me, Eszter is non-binary and uses they/them pronouns. Their age depends on the story, and it usually varies from late teens to thirties.

Esz has four siblings (I have one myself, a younger brother, and he is for sale, but no one wants him): two brothers and two sisters who are all younger, so Nadia can finally become the older sibling that she never had. Eszter often takes care of their siblings and looks after them whenever their parents are absent, which means most of the time.

Their hobbies include making perfume and jewelry, singing, and cooking.

Eszter bought the magic shop from their aunt, who is still very much alive, but she was fed up with Lucio, so she moved back to their home country. The aunt adopted Asra and Muriel, so they've been close friends with Esz since childhood. However, the Coliseum stuff happened to Muriel, so he no longer lives in the magic shop. Eszter doesn't remember him, but Asra still lives with them, and they have the coolest slumber parties.

Since this entire blog is dedicated to our goddess Nadia, I'm going to tell you how she and Eszter met. Well, in three different realities, so this means three stories.

This is exactly the way everything is in The Arcana. No big changes, it's all the same way as Nadia's route. Eszter died because of the plague, Asra brought them back, Lucio "died," Nadia took a big nap, woke up, went to the magic shop, and you hopefully know the rest.

My favorite one so far and the reality where I want to shift first. This one has most of the major elements of The Arcana. It's a lighter version without any death and battling the Devil. Eszter had some brains and left Vesuvia before they could have fallen ill to the plague, so Asra never had to bring them back, and they just returned to Vesuvia after the plague was over. Nadia still took a big nap, and Lucio made his deals, so Vesuvia is in some deep shit. Esz has a horrible opinion of Nadia due to a few past events. She and Eszter were supposed to meet, but Nadia left for Vesuvia and married Lucio. Eszter met Lucio later and came to the conclusion that he's a piece of shit, so Nadia must be, too, since people usually marry like-minded individuals. Still, Esz knew that Nadia was a Satrinava, and every Satrinava that Eszter had ever met was a nice person, so they couldn't believe that Nadia was an exception. They snuck a letter under her bedroom door, telling Nadia to come and meet them at the docs and they'll take her back home to Prakra, but she never showed up. She wanted to, but her pride kept her in Vesuvia. And now to when the game is supposed to begin. When Nadia arrives at their shop, Eszter doesn't want to help her with the investigation at first. Eszter agrees but emphasizes that they will do it for the people of Vesuvia and not for Nadia. In the next few days, they spend some time together, and Esz realizes that Nadia is actually a wonderful person, which leads to an apology and a romance story.

This one might be the sweetest and the simplest. The young and dashing Eszter arrives in Prakra, where they meet the youngest of the Prakran princesses. These two sweethearts fall in love, and that's pretty much the purpose of the whole thing. It's kind of a first-love situation. They're both young, but they're not minors. They're never minors.

In stories number 2 and 3, Esz is royalty for one completely valid reason: I want to make Nadia a queen. And if anyone has a problem with that, I'll fight them myself. I'm short and full of anger, so be careful. In story 2, Nadia believes that Esz is just a humble magician, so that's a big secret that they keep from her. It does not lead to good things.

Just like me, Eszter is non-binary and uses they/them pronouns. Their age depends on the story, and it usually varies from late teens to thirties.

Their hobbies include making perfume and jewelry, singing, and cooking.

Anyway, if you want to know more about Esz, I'm more than happy to brag a little more about them. And if you'd like me to write maybe a story or two, whether it includes more about their background or their love story with Nadia, I'd gladly do so.

#nadia satrinava #nadia arcana #the arcana nadia #nadia the arcana #countess nadia #arcana nadia #nadia i love you #arcana oc

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lemonadesoda · 1 year

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LATE CHARACTER ASKS (if you still want to do them)

1, 4, 6, 7, 12, 31 37? for your guys (you do not have to do all of them)

(jackdaw)

Hi Jack! Thank you!

1. Does your character have siblings or family members in their age group? Which one are they closest with?

Lemel is the middle child with an older sister Ledra and younger brother Leka. They and Leka have always been thick as thieves and he was the most fucked up about them leaving.

Tevane has one younger brother, Rayner, and several people at this point know the nature of how fucking bad that relationship is. Tevane basically hates his whole family equally lmfaoo though has by far the most complicated relationship with his mother.

4. Has your character ever witnessed something that fundamentally changed them? If so, does anyone else know?

Hidden lore, Lemel has looked at their alternate timelines the same way they showed Tevane his alternates and has seen the path where they decided not to run. They didn't have to fully separate from their family but essentially had to live a scrutinized life under watch of Federation law. They feel justified in their choices, despite the pain it caused.

Tevane was fundamentally changed by Snatcher loving Hat Kid so much that he was willing to start an intergalactic war for her. This idea of loving recklessly.

These are things they probably have only ever talked about with each other, quietly, in those 2am deep conversation moments.

6. Does your character have recurring themes in their dreams?

I don't really think about their dreams very much. Being that they're both adults they both probably have recurring stress dreams like Lemel would be shit like their gloves malfunctioning at inopportune moments in illogical ways and Tevane tends more to freak out mid-dream that he's actually falling asleep irl in an important meeting and everybody is cringing at him and he wakes himself up in a jolt. He doesn't sleep great.

7. Does your character have recurring themes in their nightmares?

Lemel sometimes has dreams where their family meets them again but is angry at them for leaving. Later, they dream about getting stuck in the time stream. I don't know if Tevane has recurring nightmares. I'm sure he has nightmares, I just haven't considered a recurring theme for them.

12. In what situation was your character the most calm they’ve ever been?

For Lemel, it's probably after they come out as aroace to Tevane, sometime shortly after the events of catching icarus, and realize he still fully intends to stick around.

For Tevane, similarly, it's the night after Lemel defends him from Snatcher and Moonjumper, and he realizes he doesn't have to have his shit together with them because they'll have his back if he falls apart.

31. Describe a scenario in which your character feels most comfortable.

Lemel likes slumber party vibes where everyone is piled on top of each other in a dark room and there's junk food and quiet giggling and some dumb show no one is paying attention to.

Tevane feels most comfortable in quiet, sunny mornings while making breakfast. And of course, they both like their quiet evenings spent hanging out together.

37. Is your character more concerned with defending their honor, or protecting their status?

Defending honor for both of them. Tevane maybe seemed like a protector of status while working but that didn't really match up with his actual values.

#life with Lemon #oc posting for my health and stuff #lemel #tevane #asks #jackdaw #ask meme

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ducknotinarow · 1 year

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Ramble About: 2k12 Karai! Specifically, her dealing with her new siblings [Foot!Casey AU basically] xD

| ramble about your muse

I will be keeping this mostly to the foot!Casey Au cause im living for this whole concept now uwu

At first karai like many kids when new kids are brought into the family hated them. Well more the idea of her father having more kids.

it didn't take long for the three to become close however

Angel is just pure baby and Karai took to being a big sister pretty easy

I like to think Karai helps with doing Angel's hair

that the two have little slumber parties that Casey either is allowed to join or just sort of joins in on

The first time Angel refered to Karai as her big sister she almost cried. She has some family issue all things consider so it was nice.

She tots uses Angel to gag up on Casey cause Angel can get him to agree to anything.

She has "bought" a lot of gifts for Angel over the years

Casey took a bit more to warm up to cause of them having similar tempers and Casey being pretty brash

Karai now feeling she had competition for Shredders approval as well considering she and Casey are the same age (some sexist bullshit too since Casey's a boy I sure she felt her place could be taken at any moment as the heir to Shredders clan.)

With all this pressure one day Shredder snapped at her and she handle it fine in front of everyone but once she could she took off and hid to cry.

Casey came to check on her and manged to cheer her up cause well hes a lovable idiot.

Soon Casey wasn't just a sort of rival but also a source of comfort.

She wasn't alone anymore she had siblings and that kind of changed everything for her.

Casey and Her fight all the time often butting heads ofc but anytime someone wanted to call out Casey as merely being adopted in the clan? they were dealing with Karai.

Casey lives for the fact hes a month older than her and during that month where he is she has to deal with him being the biggest bitch. Since Casey likes to say he's the oldest meanwhile Karai all well im the heir but age matter more apparently XD

Despite all this because Karai is known as a trouble maker rebel as they got older she used to sneak him and her out so they could sneak into hockey games. Especially for his brithday.

Karai, Casey and Angel often would do this as well just sneak out into the town for a bit

If Shredder got mad Karai always took the fall for them all. So to protect the other two and because Shredder would hold back a bit with Karai.

I can see the three of them getting all done up like doing make up get dressed up in street clothes and such to hit the city or just something to do at home.

They likely had a sort of movie night thing to least when younger when they got older not as easy since karai often is busy with foot clan stuff to learn from Shredder.

I feel Shredder dose plan on each kid doing something in the clan when they get older. Karai is still heir but maybe plans Casey being like right hand so the one in charge of missions which is why he gets the mission to play double agent later.

Even if they fight often they do have nice moments here and there so when Casey was given his mission to be double agent so to speak? She was very worried

Casey is a bitch and such but Karai knows he has a good heart as well so she keep tabs on his progress

When she noticed he seemed to be getting closer to Raphael though? She worried not ever thinking he betray them no because eventually Casey was going to have to betray Raph and that may lead to Casey's heart being broken

Often would tease him over this obvious development but it was her way of checking in on him.

Look she knows hes a freak and monster fucker but she can tell Casey clearly caught feelings here.

Karai is known to throw some wins at the turtles in this AU it was away to let Casey have more time because she could tell her brother was actually enjoying his time, buying him a bit more of that before things had to be put to an end

In other words despite all their head butting Karai would do anything for her brother to be happy and her sister of course.

Once Casey's cover is blown and his mission is considered a success? Karai poses Shredder should maybe keep the turtles? Since he hasn't fully decided what to do. Her motive? maybe Casey can still be with Raph somehow.

I never liked this jacket as part of her wardrobe so I have decided it's Casey's and she fucking stole it uwu

#muse| karai #madamkezzie #muse bio: karai #[foot!casey]#(( Karai may be a bad guy but she isn't a bad person uwu))

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anderperries · 2 years

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ok- lightening the mood a little! imagine mike coming out to holly and holly's like "i have TWO older sisters?? :D" and then nancy, mike & holly have a slumber party in nancy's room and paint each other's nails and are way too loud. karen wonders what all the noise is about, walks in and they all go silent. prolonged eye contact, she walks away, and then the wheeler sisters just look at each other and start giggling & being loud again. 💐

this is going to make me cry. sibling relationships are so special to me, they make me so happy. i don’t usually consider holly when i think about the wheeler siblings just because she doesn’t really have a personality or fleshed out character yet because of her age but this makes me so happy. and i love accepting children because children can be full of so much love and acceptance when they haven’t been pumped full of prejudice yet. they start out confused and sometimes don’t have a wholly positive reaction but for the most part, children understand and are so accepting and reasonable about things and it makes me happy. also let’s talk more about the wheeler sisters: when mike comes out, nancy is like “here, let me give you some of my old clothes” and mike is grateful of course but she’s lowkey like “nance i love you but your clothes are fucking ugly. you dress like a WASP had sex with a librarian.”

#molly talks st #mike wheeler #molly babbles #💐 anon #not spoilers #headcanon #wheeler siblings

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jillianisms · 2 years

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( ARIANA GRANDE. SHE/HER. CISFEMALE ) Did I just see (JILLIAN MENDOZA-WILSON)? This ( TWENTY-THREE ) year old ( ESCORT ) has been living in Chicago for ( 23 YEARS ). Some say that they are ( INTELLIGENT & CREATIVE ) as well as ( PROMISCUOUS & STUBBORN ). If they had a theme song, some might say that it would be ( PINK CHAMPAGNE BY NICK LOPEZ ). All I know is that I can’t wait to see what they bring to the Windy City.

hiii everyone, this is jillian and she’s already sick of people’s shit because she hasn’t had her coffee yet. you can find out a little bit about her under the cut!

jillian irene mendoza-wilson was born on june 26, 1998 ( yes, a 90s baby who missed the 90s. she’s p i s s e d ) so she’ll be 24 this year

she was born and raised in chicago ( she calls it she-cago )

a lot of people are confused about how her parents are her parents because she is clearly caucasian while her parents are not. her father is hispanic and her mother is african american. she was adopted straight out of the womb. her biological mother was 17 and couldn’t take care of her and her twin, so she gave her up for adoption - but she’s always been in her life because it was an open adoption and she’s very close with her, but doesn’t call her mom, she calls her ‘aunt’, which was her bio mom’s suggestion and her parents loved the idea

she has... too many siblings to count. just kidding, she has eight. three of them are her parents’ biological children and four are technically cousins, but were adopted by the mendozas when mr. mendoza’s sister gave birth to each other them because she isn’t allowed to have children in her custody for reasons she doesn’t know because her parents won’t tell her ( but she keeps. getting. pregnant. ) her siblings are her entire world. sibling #8 is her twin and jill is the older one, making her the oldest of all the mendoza kids

jillian works as an escort. she works in an actual facility and it’s completely legal. she basically just takes appointments to meet people in rooms that the facilities rents to people ( kind of like a hotel, but only for a few hours at a time ) and “has fun” ( she says ‘fun’ because her dad hates hearing about it )

despite her father not liking what she does, jillian’s parents are supportive of her.

she’s one of the top five requested escorts at the facility she works at, so she’s one of the higher paid escorts. she owns her house. it’s a three bedroom, two bathroom house and she’s super proud of it. she knows she’s young and most her age don’t own a house, so it makes her feel good about herself. she saved up all of her bonuses and evaluation incentives from work for a couple years ( since she was 19 ) and was finally able to purchase something that would work and didn’t need any fixes to it. she moved into it right before christmas, so instead of their usual christmas day tradition at the family home, she and her siblings had a slumber party and they opened presents and had breakfast at her house once their parents got there

you can bet your ass jillian has some type of candy on her person. she’s a candy person ( but she hates candy corn, it’s the only candy she absolutely refuses to eat ). she loves sweets in general, but her favorites are red swedish fish, tootsie pops, and jolly ranchers. don’t touch her jolly ranchers. she’s a hand smacker

she was the class clown in school, but she got good grades. she was always on honor roll, she was a cheerleader, and shamelessly the yearbook editor. her senior quote was “the exit exams rode me so hard i had to remind them to pull my hair”

she’s a child at heart, she still loves childhood activities, like coloring, finger painting ( yes... don’t judge her ) and watching cartoons

her siblings spend the night with her pretty often and you bet your ass they make the best blanket forts chicago’s ever seen and have the best karaoke parties known to man

starbucks is her life. her favorites are the pink drink and the dragon drink and the only size acceptable to her is the trenta cup

would literally slap a stranger for a million bucks ( and apologize immediately )

would also fight a bitch if they thought she’d let them get away with any bullshit ( and not apologize ). she’s been in her fair share of slap fights and full on right hook sessions and she can definitely hold her own, but she isn’t cocky about it, as she’s been shown her ass a few times

she can be a “little” promiscuous outside of her job and that’s gotten her into trouble before, so ladies, gents, and those who identity as one or the other, or none at all, jill doesn’t mind you saying “hey, that’s my partner” and she’ll back the fuck off, but don’t just come up and smack her in the face like the bitch at cheers did who ended up with a broken nose, cause she’s not gonna flirt with someone she knows is in a partnership with someone

if she’s wrong, call her out on it. she’d rather be corrected and educated than look like an idiot

she L O V E S babies and little kids. she will snuggle the hell out of a deliciously chunky baby. since she gets to make her own schedule at work, she is ready, willing and able to babysit whenever someone needs a sitter ( and she’s certified in child & infant cpr ). she wants kids of her own someday and babysitting is how she curbs the urge to just go out and have one haphazardly

listen, she also loves musical theater and will hand you your own ass if you ask if ‘wicked’ is the play adaption of the evil queen from snow white ( bc someone asked that and jill was O F F E N D E D ). she loves all musicals for the most part, but wicked, little shop of horrors, mamma mia and hairspray are her all time favorites, so if you hear her belting out “but now i’ve tasted chocolate and i’m never going back” just mind your business

oh also she loves old sitcoms like the golden girls, cheers, laverne and shirley - she’s a lover of all things golden oldies, whether it be music or tv ( but if she’s hanging out with you and you try to get her to watch a western movie she’s gonna kick you out of your own house )

has her dad’s sense of humor and definitely her mom’s attitude. when jill really gets to sounding like her mom, her younger siblings are like “okay, momma number two”

she she and her twin were 12, they were both sitting in a tree. twin accidentally sneezed in jill’s face... so jill pushed them out of the tree

alrighty, i think that’s all i can think of right now, but i’ll update this as i think of more! @hocstarters

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yanpotatowriter · 2 years

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Sorry to bother but could you possibly do something with a whole Yandere Madrigal family?

If not, Just Isabela or Dolores is fine-

I tried to do a one shot like you preferred but dialogue is not my specialty, sorry. (I also decided to make the reader underage for plot, if its not to your liking I can make another one)

Platonic Yandere Madrigal family

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It started out as an innocent slumber party with Camilo and Maribel where you stayed the night in Mirabels room (the nursery) because there were multiple beds there already.

However when it came to when you had to leave they started to pull all the excuses in the book to make you stay, they even managed to convince your parents to let you stay here “Just one more night” and your parents agreed. Camilo and Isabela sometimes fight for your attention however you just tend to drift towards Camilo because he is closer to you age wise, just like Maribel. that does not mean the rest of the family does not show off their gifts near you just to have you look at them with wonder and curious eyes whenever they show something they don't tend to do often with their powers (Like Pepa making it snow without it spiraling into a hurricane or it getting out of control) They managed to convince your parents to let you live in Casita because nowhere is safer than with the madrigal family right? (At Least that is what your parents believe and not because they were threatened) Casita also makes sure you are always with a family member, and the family member won’t let you do anything alone, not even Maribel. Their logic is that if the village needs them to help them with everyday tasks then you also need their help, and Félix, Agustín and Maribel are not protesting to the fact as it keeps you closer to them. Luisa does not let you lift anything, if you need to carry something she will be there to carry it for you. Pepa makes sure you do not get wet whenever she has a cloud. Isabel makes sure you always have flowers on you, whether its is a flower crown or something else she will have something of her gift on you. even if its just a colour one of her plants can cover someone in (like orange or green) Julieta always makes sure you are full and have eaten enough, even making your favorite food for if you are not feeling too well. Antonio makes sure there is an animal near you to give you company, he might not understand completely what his family is doing, he just likes your company and sees you as an older family member/sibling. Félix and Agustín make sure you don’t feel left out because you don't have a gift, and the same goes for Maribel. Maribel made some clothing for you with embroidery that resembles the family and you are included in it. Abuela makes sure that Castia notifies them whenever there is something wrong with you and is caring towards you, but is also not afraid to mention what could happen to your family or you if you keep pushing the rules and boundaries she has placed for you Camilo just refuses to leave your side unless he has to go help the village, when that happens Mirabel is at your side for you to do activities with. Bruno is hesitant to do visions with you in them but only does so to check if you will try to escape the family or if something bad will happen to you in their care so that they can prevent it. If you are allowed to go outside of Castia you can bet that Dolores is listening to everything that you are doing, so if you are thinking of making a break for it… You're not. not to mention that if you are outside of Castia that you can’t trust anyone around you because you can bet that Camilo is shapeshifting into other people in the village to be near you, even if he can do that by just looking like himself.

#yandere camilo madrigal #yandere madrigal family #yandere dolores madrigal #yandere isabela madrigal #yandere julieta madrigal #yandere félix madrigal #yandere pepa madrigal #yandere agustín madrigal #yandere abuela madrigal #yandere encanto #antonio madrigal #platonic yandere antonio madrigal #yandere headcanons #yandere encanto headcanons #encanto #madrigal family #yandere mirabel madrigal #yandere luisa madrigal

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sweetdreamsfanfic · 2 years

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Yandere Monty X Naive, Older Sibling! Reader P3

Slight brief, reader is the older sibling to Gregory and gets lost searching for him

Tags: @spn-obession, @fandomsandmore394, @maybeabisexual, @crea8ive-traveler91 and @ejeeart

A/N So I may have had one too many ideas for this so yeah officially a series

Also thank you for the likes, follows, reposts and comments - your love and support is very much appreciated

Recap

After a few minutes went by of you covering your face with your hands, you noticed Roxy had remained still.

“Are you done now?” She asked, clearly mift.

Removing your hands slowly you raised an eyebrow, “Aren’t you going to take me apart?”

Roxy snorted, “Last time I checked you weren’t an animatronic.”

“B-but you said you wanted to take me apart?”

Rolling her eyes she was quick to set you straight, “The only person I want to take apart is Monty.”

A loud roar from where you had meant to be waiting alerted you of Monty’s arrival.

Roxy bit her lip, looking towards the slid, “Hid in there. Don’t let anyone see you. Ill come back for you later.”

Without having much of a choice, you slid down into another place of unknown territory.

💖

The slid smelt like plastic and children. More specifically, it smelt like sweat and spilt fizzy faz. Thankfully the childish side of you focused more on the fun of sliding into a bunch of colourful plastic balls.

Before you could continue crawling out of the ball pit, a slim seven foot figure appeared from a balcony overlooking the whole daycare. You were quick to recognise it was Sun with the unique spikes adorning his face.

He dove down into the ball pit, making you freeze. Had he seen you? Roxy had specifically said for you to remain hidden. Although you suppose she must’ve known he would be here.

Before you could climb out, a pair of soft hands raised you up and spun you to face the gleeful daycare attendant.

“Helloooo! New friend! You're sure up late! Are we having a slumber party? Where are all your friends?"

He quickly placed you beside some tiny chairs and tables, a few assorted paints and glitter glue scattered around as well as some plushies. You couldn’t hear over the music whether Roxy had bumped into Monty. Despite Monty’s claws, you honestly weren’t sure who would win in a fight.

"We can finger paint, tell stories, drink Fizzy Faz until our heads ex-PLODE and stay up all night!"

“Are you sure that’s what you should be telling kids?” You asked, deciding if you were going to be stuck here for however long you may as well entertain this.

Sun nodded enthusiastically, “Yeppp!”

He suddenly leaned in close, inspecting your face and slowly poking your cheek in an almost experimental way.

“You don’t look like a child.

You chuckled, “Thats because I’m not a child. I’m nineteen.”

There was a long pause as Sun starred off behind you. After a few seconds of silence, he suddenly chirped back up again.

“No worries! We can do teenager things!” Sun announced, grabbing your hands to pull you away, “But there is only one rule tonight: keep the lights on. ON. On..."

His ominous tone had little effect on you as your thoughts contained ideas of what Sun thinks are ‘teenager’ things. If he magically got a bottle of alcohol and a pair of speakers you wouldn’t complain.

Eventually he stopped in front of some sweets. One was yellow and orange, the other a deep blue and gold. You seriously hoped this wouldn’t turn into the matrix.

Sun scratched the back of his wired neck, starring down at the stray candies.

“I’ll be honest, I’m not sure what teenagers enjoy. The ones who work here just stare at boxes and pull mean faces. But everyone likes sweets? Right? Right?”

You felt bad once you took notice of how anxious Sun was. Do teenagers cause people such anxiety that even animatronics manage to feel it?

“Yep! Don’t worry, I’ll teach you what teenagers like.”

Sun smiled, unwrapping a Sundrop eagerly, “Here have this!”

You cautiously eyed the candy before glancing up at Sun who stared back expectantly, “What is this?”

“An energy boosting candy! Try it, you won’t be disappointed. Trust me,” He responded in his usual chirpy voice.

An hour had passed since you had your first candy. You weren’t sure what the company was putting into their sweets, but whatever it was gave you a floaty on-top-of-the-world vibe.

You had just finished telling Sun all about how you got stuck here. You skipped over the part about Roxy and Monty, deciding that story was for another time.

“I’m glad you came down here, friend! The nights are quite… lonely.”

You smiled, “I’m glad I came here too. Wish Gregory could be here.”

Before the two of you could continue speaking, the sound of something falling into the ball pit alerted you to the fact you were no longer alone.

“A new friend!”

Sun quickly stood up, rushing over to the ball pit with excitement that ironically mirrored a child.

As Sun disappeared, you eyed the Moondrop candies. You had managed to eat all the Sundrop ones, the empty wrappers making the tiny pink bin full.

As you started unwrapping one, you noticed a familiar brown and blue blob scattering over to the security section. The one area Sun had advised you not to enter.

Standing up with a new found confidence, you sauntered over the desk to see Gregory. You locked eyes as the lights suddenly turned off and a loud shriek could be heard.

“No- NO! Why would you do that? Lights on, lights on!”

You spun around rapidly, hoping your eyes would adjust to the dark quicker.

“Gregory! Don’t move!”

As you finished your sentence, you heard something or someone hurry past you. Catching sight of Gregory’s shirt, you chased after him till you were inside one of the mazes.

“Naughty boy... Naughty boy... It's past your bedtime. You must be punished! Nighty-night~....”

Crawling on all fours due to your height, you tried to look for Gregory in the dark. Once you reached the top of the enclosure you were in, a loud rumbling sound could be heard as a spotlight came on.

Following the noise you saw Gregory crawling through a slid that connected to the next area. You could hear Moon swinging around as he searched for Gregory, thankfully he hadn’t come inside.

“Bad children must be punished...”

“Gregory!” You whispered, grabbing onto his ankle as you exited the slide, “Where have you been?!”

Due to how close you were, you could see how his eyes darted around and hear his quickened breath.

“Bad children must be found...”

Gregory glanced outside before speaking in a hushed tone, “I wanted to speak with Freddy, I didn’t mean for this to happen!”

Shaking your head, you quickly whispered back, “Nevermind that, lets just escape from here. What do we have to do?”

He leaned close to whisper in your ear, “There are generators in the mazes, we need to turn on five of them to turn the lights back on.”

“How do you know-“

“There’s no time for that!” Gregory quickly says as Moon swings past.

“Okay, the sooner we find this generators the sooner we can leave.”

It wasn’t long before you had found another generator. You and Gregory had split up in order to find them quicker, which you regretted once you realised how hard it was to see the trail of wires in the dark. However it wasn’t long before you finally found another generator, the noise echoing in the daycare.

As you spun to leave, you caught sight of Moon under the spotlight climbing up the blue slide that led to the generator that had just turned on.

“Knock knock…”

Immediately, you started to crawl across back into the middle play area. The sound of Moon’s bells jingling behind you only encouraged you further.

As you continue your directionless journey, another generator goes off. Hopefully you can prolong this chase with Moon to help Gregory have enough time to find the generators.

Although as you started to swat the miniature punching bags away, Moon started to catch up. In a rush you attempt to crawl through another tube, a swift hand preventing you. Shrieking in surprise, you try to wiggle your foot out of Moon’s soft but tight grip.

“It’s past your bedtime…”

Mirroring many iconic horror movies, you were dragged back by your ankle to come face to face with the other side of the daycare animatronic.

As you were being ruthlessly dragged down to the floor of the daycare, Moon suddenly stopped. His silence and stillness made you nervous as you debated whether he would go pursue whatever he heard over dealing with you.

Just as Moon sauntered off, the lights flickered back on with a loud ding. With a prideful smile, you climbed out of the maze and went to find Gregory.

Shouting from the exit, you saw Sun carrying Gregory, “Rule-breaker! Rule-breaker!”

“W-wait Sun!“ You called out.

“You are banned from the Daycare.”

You watched as Sun dropped Gregory outside, noticing how despite calling him a rule-breaker he had still gently placed him back down.

“At least I know where Gregory is,” You thought.

“Security alert! Security alert! Woo woo, woo woo!”

As Sun was screaming, the sound of heavy footsteps approaching echoed throughout the daycare. The same footsteps you had heard earlier…

Just as Sun slammed the doors to the daycare shut, you locked eyes with a familiar pair of glowing red eyes. Your heart dropped at the thought of how Monty would react after you didn’t wait for him. Convincing yourself he hadn’t seen you was easy at first. Then you heard the sound of something metal crashing into the door.

“Shit…”

A/N Mini spoiler, Moon will return in future parts. I promise things are gonna get more interesting from here.

#fnaf sb #gender neutral reader #reader insert #glamrock animatronics #glamrock chica #glamrock freddy #glamrock monty #glamrock roxanne #security breach #security breach x reader #headcannons #yandere #daycare attendant #fnaf moondrop #fnaf sundrop #monty x reader #monty x y/n #request #yandere monty gator

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trashcanfanfics · 3 years

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hey i heard the request were open so can you do hcs of Loona, Val and Octavia with a gn reader where they were best friends as kids only for them to disappear and meet again later on in the future to only find out that the reader is one of the new overlords?

Platonic hcs ahoy!

Loona:

*You two met at the orphanage and became fast friends

*You two would do everything together and were hardly ever found apart

*But then you got adopted and she didn't

*You moved far away and she didn't see you for the longest time

*Until she happened to bump into you on the street

*You both recognized each other instantly and began to catch up

*She learned that you became an overlord and is impressed

*You exchange numbers and promise to hang out more

*You eventually go back to how you were, and she's so glad to have her bestie back

Octavia:

*You two were kids of nobles

*Her the only child, and you, the second child, meaning you had no right to the title of your parent unless the older sibling dies

*You two were the bestest of friends and had playdates often

*You told all of your secrets to each other and had slumber parties

*Until your parents got on bad terms

*You weren't allowed to see each other after that

*But you bumped into each other at an apothecary shop

*She recognized you and went over to say hi

*You both reconnected and she admits that she saw you in the media as a new overlord

*You share contact info and hang out

*Now you two are just as inseperable as you used to be

Valentino:

*When you both were alive, you two were trouble makers

*You would run amok and then laugh about it later

*Besties til the end, you even made a pact

*But then he moved away to live with another relative because his parents were arrested

*You both grew up apart and died at opposite ends of the country

*Later in Hell, he heard about a new hotshot overlord and had to check it out for himself

*He didn't recognize you at first but you'd know that stupid smirk anywhere

*"Tommy?" "...Y/n???"

*He's shocked to see you but not upset

*You two catch up and exchange numbers to keep in touch

*You both are very different from when you last saw each other but it's nice to get to know one another again

#hazbin hotel x reader #helluva boss x reader #platonic loona x reader #platonic octavia x reader #platonic valentino x reader #trashcan answers you

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anime-kia · 3 years

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Bath Time

(This story contains implied smut, mild, non-descriptive abuse and age differences. It will take a while for Erik to come in because the beginning is just about your past on how you guys met)

Relationship: Father Erik x Mother Reader

When you were only three years old, your father ran away to be with that wench off the corner, as your mom would call her. She was better off without that drunkard anyway. Despite him being the one to pop the question to your mom, he always found a way into another woman's heart... And pants. You had many half siblings, hell you couldn't even count on your fingers how many popped by your house because their mama was unfit to care for them. Despite your mom's pain and heartbreak, she always invited those wedlock children in, knowing good and well that bastard was still sleeping around and not taking care of his responsibilities.

Court date after court date, angry baby mamas banging off the rusted metal door screaming for their child support, excuses after excuses, lies after lies. Your mama finally decided enough was enough and got the hell out.

She met a man in the hotel where she worked, six days a week. Tall, slender and strong. He quickly found his way into her heart, got her pregnant and married her right before the birth of the baby who they named Christopher.

The first time you met this man, you were about to turn six.

"What's your name?" You asked, innocently.

"Daddy." Was all that he replied. Your mom giggling on the sofa, rubbing her belly.

From that point on, he's the one you called daddy, because... Well... That was his name, right?

As you grew older, you learned that the name of the man you called, Daddy was actually Philip. Philip wasn't the nicest man you knew. He never let you get a candy bar while in the check out line, saying that your ugly teeth would rot out faster, he never let you play outside after 3 pm. And if your friends were having a slumber party next weekend? Forget about it! But Christopher, oh he got all of the love and attention and freedom.

Now it may seem like regular strict parenting, but Philip really didn't like you. He saw too much of your father in you…

When puberty struck, times got very difficult for you. Philip would constantly beat you for talking back to him, or for not doing something immediately once you were told.

Where the hell was your mom?

Cowering from that man as well... Sure, the money he brought in was nice. Hell, she was even able to purchase that silk robe from Gucci she wanted so badly thanks to him. Christopher was never around to witness the wrath of his father, Christopher was to stay protected at all costs, according to Philip.

Once she tried to stop him from beating you which resulted in her receiving a black eye, and you with twenty extra whips.

Your mom might've been a coward, but you were different. You didn't give a shit, Philip wasn't your damn daddy. He had no right to treat you the way he did. Once you became a teenager, rebellion took over. You made older friends who were down to do whatever. You had your first drink with them at a party. They took you out to get your ears pierced, then your nose. You even got a tattoo under your left breast, that way Philip would never know. As for the piercings, he had almost yanked them out of your skin, had Christopher not walked in from playing basketball on the court with his friends.

You stopped addressing Philip with respect, his new names were man, bro/bruh, and if you were brave enough, nigga. But you'd better make sure you had on running shoes if you were gonna call him that.

One day, when Philip took Chris to his basketball tournament, you went to a college party with your girls, Natasha and Stacey. Your mom was working the night shift.

At first you were gonna wear something casual, a black off the shoulder crop top, white skinny jeans and black Nikes, but your girls came in the house wearing short body-con dresses and thigh high boots. Clearly this wasn't your average keg party.

"Put this on, girl." Natasha handed you a red romper that dipped in the back and had cut symmetrical cut outs on the waist. You slipped into the tight outfit, and Stacey styled your puff, slicking your baby hairs down and beat your face with some make up. She was going into cosmetology this fall, so she always had a knack for doing anything beauty related. Sis, was always looking good. She was light skin, slim-thick, always had a fresh weave (even though her 3B tresses were beautiful), dressed to impress, nails done, lashes done, face beat, always. You can't even recall the last time you seen her looking unappealing, she's a goddess without make up too. Men from different age groups always tried to holla at her, but she stayed loyal to her man.

Natasha on the other hand was dark skinned, a bit more meatier in all the right places, tall, her 4C hair was bra strap length that she normally put into a puff. She would occasionally wear weaves and braids to protect her hair (as she was a natural hair enthusiast), the only make up she would wear were lashes, eyeliner and lip gloss, her nails were always done, and her outfits were more on the causal side. But when it came to parties and clubbing, Natasha always brought her A1 outfits out. Natasha was single, sort of... She claimed that she was being cuffed and that they weren't official yet... Whatever that means.

Their personalities were very similar; loud and not give a single fuck, will cut a bitch if you try them or anyone they love, honest, caring, but Stacey was a bit nicer than Natasha, admitted. You were more reserved due to your troubled childhood. They did their best bringing you out of your comfort zone and showing your the real world and what you were missing out on.

On the way to the party, Stacey pulled out an unopened bottle of Hennessy. Not your favourite drink, but it did get you lose pretty quickly. Lightweight. Stacey was the first one to take a sip straight from the bottle. She was by no means a lightweight, but she didn't want to lose herself tonight. Then she passed it to Natasha who also was also not a lightweight. Natasha drank it down and then passed it to you.

"Take your shot, sis." Natasha said, wiping the corner of her lip.

You took a swig of it, contorting your face in disgust. "Y'all know I don't like Henny." You put the bottle back into Stacey's hand.

"But it makes you feel good, right?" She laughed, putting it into her purse.

At the party, you had to present ID showing that you were over 18. Clearly you weren't, you were only 17 a matter of fact, the other girls were 19. They made you a fake ID which got you into many places. You thanked God for these girls.

For the first thirty minutes, you, Stacey and Natasha were chilling, dancing together, and rejected guys left and right. But you decided that you needed a drink of water, as the overwhelming amount of people and their body heat was getting to you. So you took off, grabbing a cold water bottle from the cooler and plopping down on a sofa. You chilled by yourself, but the effects of the Hennessy started kicking in, you felt very loose.

Did I have too much by accident? Hell nah, I ain't no lightweight.

Natasha was off, grinding on a buff dude who was about 6'3, Stacey was socializing with other girls clearly about her make up, hair, nails and outfit, while still rejecting guys. If you didn't have a drink you probably would've noticed when the couch sunk in, causing your body to shift slightly.

"Hello?" A deep voice said, you could hear the sound of snapping by your left ear.

You turned your head to see a mighty fine, black man with deep brown eyes, thick and full lips, brown skin and hair styled into dreads with a fade.

Your first reaction was to jump on his lap, due to how fine he was. And the Henny convincing you to make bad decisions. But instead you calmly replied by saying, "Hey."

"Wassup, you too cool to party?" He smiled, showing off hints of gold on his teeth and dimples. Oooohhh.

"Nah, just a little overwhelmed." You admit.

"Your first party?"

"First college party." Your eyes trailed off back onto your friends. Natasha was practically dry fucking that dude now, and Stacey was back on the dance floor with the girls that she was socializing with.

"Oh..." He rubbed his beard, "You ain't even old enough to be in here are you?”

Your head snapped in his direction. How the hell did he know? “N-no."

"Why lie?" He put a hand on your thigh, causing you to shiver.

"Boy, I ain't lying." You rolled your eyes, trying to play it off.

"So you're telling me, you're over 18?”

"Y-yeah." Your arms folded over your chest. "Why does it matter anyway?”

"It don't. I was just teasing you." He moved his hand and put it over your shoulder.

"You're in my personal space." You bluntly said.

“So?"

"I don't see a problem, if you didn't like it you would've flung my arm off and walked away.”

You blushed, "I'm not rude.”

"Don't play. I've seen you around. You don't let anyone touch you, especially when your two friends are with you." He smirked, "Or are you scared?”

"The hell I'd be scared for? You gonna drug me, kidnap me and lock me in a basement?" You now moved his arm from around your shoulder.

He laughed, "Nah, I ain't a psychopath.”

"Good." By time you looked back, Natasha wasn't in sight... And you knew exactly what she was doing by now... Stacey was still dancing.

"I'ma go dance." You got up leaving him on the couch alone. You walk over to Stacey and join her little group.

In the distance, Erik watches you as you sway your hips to the music. He watched your every move like a predator and you were his prey. He even watched when one of the frat boys grabbed your hips from behind, causing him to get angry.

You turn your head around, thinking that it was the handsome man from the couch, but to your disappointment, it was just another frat boy. You try pushing him off of you, but he had an iron grip. The tempo of the song increased and so did the thrusts he was making against your booty. "H-hey, can you stop." You asked him, politely.

"What shorty? I can't hear you." He lied, continuously grinding against you with a dirty grin on his face.

"S-stop!" You tried pushing him off, which resulted in him pinning your hand behind you. You looked for help but Stacey was no where to be found and everyone was either minding their business or drunk and/or high.

You could feel something hard on your ass each time he moved his body against you. "When this song is over, I'm taking you to the back." He squeezed your wrist tighter, causing you to wince.

"Let go!" Fear built up in you. "Stop, you fucking pig!”

He wasn't listening, the song was getting closer to its end and you wondered if this was how you'd really be losing your virginity.

By now tears were welling in your eyes, this was no place for a young girl like yourself. "Stop it.”

"Aye bruh, you gon' let her go?" That same deep voice…

"What? Nigga, hell nah. I found her first.”

"You ain't find shit, you just grabbed her like fresh meat.”

The frat boy let go and pushed you aside. You're first thought was to run and find Stacey, but you wanted to thank this stranger for helping you.

"She was asking for it brah, her hips was swaying in them tight shorts. Ain't no nigga copped that, so I did. Opportunity knocks, back the fuck up.”

"Look man, first of all, she ain't ask for your ashy hands to touch her. Second, I know you ain't talking to me like that.”

"Shut the fuck up before you get hit, bruh.”

"You threatening me?”

"Yeah, bitch." The pervert swung at your saviour, but missed.

You screamed and backed up. Everyone's attention was on the two men fighting, cheering them on. They continued to fight and swing punches at each other, while people recorded the fight.

The guy who groped you was on the floor, getting fed punches by the handsome dread-head. Frat boy was starting to blank out, but someone pulled your saviour off before it was too late.

"Never disrespect a female like that ever again, bitch!" He spat, looking at the half-conscious pervert. The look in his eyes were terrifying, almost murderous in fact, then he made eye contact with you. The scary look disappearing instantly, he walked over to you cautiously. "Aye, you alright?”

"Y-yeah, thank you.”

"No problem. By the way, what's your name?”

"(F/n), (F/n) (L/n).”

"I'm Er-“

"POLICE ARE HERE, EVERYONE SCATTER!" Someone called out from the front.

"Shit. I'm gonna bounce. You better get out too, don't want a minor getting mixed up in this mess." He said, already on his heel to leave.

"W-wait! I didn't get your name!”

"Erik! Erik Stevens!" He called to you as he made his way out the back in a full sprint.

Erik Stevens, huh... You knew that wouldn't be the last you'd hear that name.

"Come on, girl! Let's go!" Natasha grabbed you, Stacey following behind.

After the party, Natasha was able to give you more info on Erik Stevens. She got you his social media and you followed him and he followed back. First you guys would DM back and forth, then he was able to get your number.

She made sure you knew how old he was. "Babe, I hope you're okay with getting dick from a nigga who's 21.”

"I wasn't planning on doing anything with him anyway." You rolled your eyes.

But you ate your words all too soon.

By time you were 18, Erik took your virginity. You remember that day too well. It was a sunny day, you were grounded by your lame step father, while he took your mom and Chris to the carnival that was in the city. He thought he was punishing you, but you had enjoyed every moment of your punishment. Even when Erik painfully stretched you out for the first time. He even said he liked watching your tattoo appear and disappear like magic.

One day, you were being a little to careless. Your step dad was suppose to be working till 5, but he came home earlier to catch Christopher's game at 3. You usually got home from school around 2:45, your mom was still working all day-all night and Chris doesn't get home till 4:30 because of practice.

"Where's my kiss?" Erik had his arm wrapped around your shoulder, moving his face closer.

"Boy, stop." You giggled, pushing him away.

"Why can't I get one?”

"Cuz you ugly." You joked.

"Oh hell nah, I ain't ugly." He frowned.

“Yeah."

“No."

“Yeah."

"Naw, you just childish.”

"No I ain’t."

"Yes you is.”

"No I- Ahh!" He attacked you, pinning you under the sofa while peppering your neck with kisses. "E-Erik, stop." You laughed.

He didn't stop, so you pulled his head to face you and you made out with him. You both were so into it that you hadn't heard the door open and close.

"WHAT THE FUCK?" Your step father's voice boomed causing the both of you to shoot up instantly. "WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?”

Erik immediately got up, “Er-"

"IN MY GODDAMN HOUSE?”

"Look, it's not what it looks like. We were just pl-" You tried to say.

"SHUT THE HELL UP! I'M SO SICK OF YO ASS, YOU NEVER FUCKIN' LISTEN.”

"Aye man, you ain't finna talk to her like that." Erik looked pissed.

"This is my house, man, you need to get the fuck outta here right now!”

"Nah, I ain't leaving. She told me about you.”

"No nigga, you is leaving." Philip stormed towards the direction of the closet, you knew exactly what he was gonna grab.

"Erik! Get out right now, please!”

"Why, what he think gone do?" Erik teased.

"Please! Just go, he'll kill you!”

"I ain't leaving without you!”

Philip came back in with a glock 17 in his hand, aiming at Erik, "YOU STILL WANNA TRESPASS, NIGGA?”

"Aye bruh, you need to chill." Erik's hands were in a surrender position.

“Leave."

"Nah, so you can hur-“

"ERIK, JUST GO!" You begged him, tears falling from your eyes.

Erik stared at the both of you in anger, "Fake ass gun." He said under his breath, storming out of the house.

Philip put the gun down and grabbed you by your shoulder, pushing you to the floor. He pulled off his belt and started lashing your skin with it. Not the normal kind of whooping you'd receive as a kid, but violent, hateful, whips.

"Get the fuck out my sight." He said, as you struggled to get up. Your skin was glowing, and not in the good way. "If I ever see that nigga in my house again, I'm lighting this bitch up. Try me, little girl." He warned.

You couldn't take it, you were done with this bullshit. You were tired of the abuse, you were tired of the treatment you'd receive. Your mama wouldn't even do shit because she was too scared. Christopher had no idea what was going on, his whole future was ahead of him. But you... The longer you'd stay around that godawful man, the more your lifespan was surely declining.

You bawled in your room for hours, you let it all out because Philip stepped out to go catch his son's game after he beat you senseless.

Erik always wondered why you stayed if you weren't happy, you were only 18 about to turn 19 in a few months. It was too soon for you to leave, right?

He offered for you to stay with him, but you declined every time. Not anymore though.

You tossed all of your belongings into a suitcase and called Erik up around 3 in the morning, "Babe, come get me. Please. I-I can't stay here no more.”

"...Aight." He sounded like he was sleeping.

In the mean time, you wrote your mom a letter.

Hey mama,

Please don't come looking for me. I'm begging you. I just want you to know that I am okay. I promise. I love you and Chris so much, but I'm doing this to better myself. I'll visit you when I feel safe enough to be around y'all. Mama, he's abusive. If you know what's best for you, you need to leave as well. Daddy (my real father) was lame, and I didn't know him, but at least he never hit you. Tell Chris that I'm okay.

P.S. I'm keeping a copy of this letter just in case that devil of a man named Philip tries to switch the narrative around to the police.

Sincerely, Your Daughter (F/N) <3

You dropped the note off in your bathroom, where you kept your feminine hygiene products because she goes in there to refill your supply.

Erik texted you: I'm outside.

And you texted back: I'm coming through the window, can you catch a case?

However you were able to fit humour into a situation like this baffled Erik, but he loved that about you.

Erik: You goofy.

You: Just trying to lighten the mood.

You checked your room one last time to see if you missed anything before locking your bedroom door and climbing through the window. Erik stood at the bottom, arms wide open and ready to catch your suitcase.

"Ready?" You whispered.

“Yeah."

You carefully let it go and he caught it with one hand. Show off... You thought, but you knew he was very strong.

"Aight, your turn baby." He whispered.

"Hell no. I'ma climb down.”

"You don't trust me?”

"The fuck I look like jumping into your arms from this height?”

"If you fall-“

"I won't." You went to the side where the roof inclined and used the vines for extra support to climb down.

He stared at you, impressed.

"I use to do that all the time with Stace and Tasha.”

"Right, anyway, leggo.”

And you both ran to his car, driving off into the distance.

That was then. Currently, you were 22 years-old, and you just got in from working overtime at the diner. Erik who was now 25 years-old, usually waited for you to get home from work before going to sleep. But when you got inside, all the lights were off.

This nigga really slept on me? You sighed, turning on the lights while removing your white Keds.

"Erik?" You check the kitchen, turning the lights on. Empty.

You check the living room. Empty.

You slowly approach your bedroom and do a little prayer before entering;

Dear Father, please do not let me find another woman in that bed, oh Lord in your holy name I pray. Amen.

You open the door, but the lights are on. Hm?

But you hear sounds coming from the bathroom, so you slowly open the bathroom door and there you find a shirtless Erik hunched over the tub in his grey sweats that you loved so much, washing your 6-month-old daughter, Aniyah.

Yup. Y'all had a baby. Erik "accidentally" forgot to pull out while you guys decided to binge watch The Walking Dead on Netflix. How the hell do you get horny to these decaying monsters? Thee world may never know. Well actually, Erik knew exactly how. You were to blame, every time you adjusted yourself, your ass would rub against his crotch, giving him a boner.

You took a picture of them both, not to show off Aniyah or Erik's bodies but enough so anyone could tell what was going on.

"See, I knew you were fussy 'cuz you wanted a bath." He gently said, massaging the soap all over her little body. "You're just like your mama, fussy until she gets what she wants.”

You giggled, walking over to him and kissing his cheek, "Hey, baby.”

“Wassup?"

"Nothing much. Hi princess!" You leaned over the tub, kissing Aniyah on her forehead. "Why are you giving her a bath at 1 in the morning?”

"She wouldn't stop crying. I remembered how she was so relaxed when that nurse gave her a bath so I thought this might work.”

"Aww, you have the best daddy ever." You cooed at the child.

"You do too." He bit his lip.

"You're too much." You rolled your eyes and smirked. "Well anyway, daddy and my princess, I'm gonna go eat.”

"Enjoy, we're gonna spend more father-daughter time. Ain't that right, princess?"

"My baby better not be wrinkly by time she gets out that bath, Erik.”

"Of course not.”

You go back to the kitchen and eat the leftovers you brought from the diner. That was a perk of working there. Free, greasy, unhealthy food if you did overtime, or the night shift in general.

You ate the chicken burger, while posting the picture of your two favourite people on your social media. For the rest of the time, you continued to scroll through Instagram, Twitter and Snapchat while finishing off your meal.

When it was done, you stripped out of your work uniform and got into the shower. You scrubbed the dirt off of your body with your favourite scented body wash that Erik liked as well. You heard when he opened the bathroom door, but when he got in you were slightly surprised.

"Didn't you already shower?" You asked him.

"Yeah, but ain't nothing wrong with taking more than one shower." His arms wrapped around you waist as he kissed your neck.

You leaned back into his chest, "You crazy, boy.”

"Crazy for you. Now it's your turn to get a bath from Daddy."

4051 Words! (not including this a/n or the very first one) (With = 4279 words!!) This has officially been my longest chapter of anything ever! Wow! Omg! Honestly, that flashback was actually suppose to be really short but I got carried away, not surprised at all, haha... I kind of went ham with this story, like literally the part about Erik washing Aniyah was literally all it was suppose to be with a tiny bit of background but that did not happen lol. (Hence the title) But I hope you enjoyed this one shot anyways. This took me about 4 hours to write, it's 3 AM now. I'll just edit it later. Thanks for reading, goodnight! (morning, afternoon, evening, etc)

(Start/Finish: April 14/15, 2018)

(Quickly Edited: March 27, 2020)

#killmonger x reader #black reader #killmonger fic

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