#sheepish bleating

[sheepishpink]

Revenge

#obey me #obey me lucifer #lucifer obey me #obey me nb #obey me nightbringer #sheepish bleating

[a-hazbin-reader]

OMG CAN YOU DO A ALASTOR X MOTHER READER WHERE THEY WAS TRYING TO HAVE ALONE TIME YK MOMMY N DADDY TIME BUT THE TWINS CAME AND RUIN PUSHING ALASTOR AWAY SO HE WON'T TOUCH THEIR MOMMY

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Alastor X Reader Headcanons

✅️Romantic

❌️Platonic

TW: Suggestive?, Alastor VS His babies, Alastor and his kids being possessive

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When it first happens, Alastor thinks it's adorable and can't help laughing at his silly children

He had come back from an overlord meeting and was eager to kiss you, pulling you in close

"How was the meeting, darling?"

His lips are almost touching yours, practically teasing both of you by denying that final touch

"Uneventful as always, my dear~"

Just when he goes to close the distance, you're both suddenly frozen in place, feeling little hands pushing you apart

You both look down to see your twins trying to shove Alastor away from you with all their little might

Their little faces scrunched up in outrage and concern as they try to break their father's iron grip on you

"Oh my~! It seems someone doesn't like it when I take their mother's attention~"

He's laughing and picking up the twins just to squish them between you and him, kissing their squishy cheeks

"BA!"

The second time it happens, Alastor is shocked, not realizing how serious his babies were about this

They're sitting in their highchairs, being fed by you when he comes up to kiss your cheek

His arm wraps around you and he rubs his cheek on you, not paying attention to the warning growls from his spawn

Or the way their ears fold back and they start bleating at him to get off their mother

He goes to kiss you, when suddenly, there's a wet slap of food hitting his cheek

You have to cover your mouth to keep from laughing, your twins already grabbing another handful of food

"Now now~ It's important to share with your pap-OH! That's not very polite..!"

It seems Alastor has finally met his match, running out of the room with his tail between his legs

The third time is when Alastor starts getting concerned, the two of you alone in bed

He just wanted some time alone with you after you two had put the twins down for the night

And you could hardly deny him with his lips kissing along your neck and strong arms pulling you against him

Eventually, his lips find yours, and the kiss turns heated with wandering hands starting to slide under each other's clothes-

When there's a cry from the baby monitor and you both are taken out of the mood, giving each other sheepish looks

"Not to worry, darling~ Watch as your capable husband puts them back to sleep~"

Alastor picks up the monitor and speaks into it softly, his voice usually enough to make the babies fall back asleep

Instead, there's the sharp sound of radio interference and an indignant shriek on the other side, making your husband's ears fold back

"I think I should probably be the one to put them back to bed..."

You give your husband a small pat on the head before kissing him, heading into the nursery for the night

The bed has never felt more lonely

Alastor never thought his own children would turn on him, betrayal truly is a devastating thing

SOMEHOW his children have gotten the idea in their heads that their mother isn't something to SHARE

He has no idea how they learned that

It looks like he'll have to do something he had hoped he would NEVER have to do

Talk about sharing his wife

With his children

But still

So he takes the children for the day, letting you have a day to yourself and kicking you out of the hotel

His twins are obviously a little miffed at him for sending you away, it wasn't a decision that Alastor made lightly

But without the object of their little obsession, then they're back to being his loving little babies

They're snuggling into him when he decides to try and explain why the three of them need to share you

"Now, your mother and I...we need time not only for ourselves but also for each other."

At first, the twins eye him with a dubious expression on their faces, little hands curling into angry fists

"And the three of us, we all love her very much, don't we?"

Then they start to relax and lean on him again, as if accepting their father's words

Things feel calmer when you come back home later that night, your husband and babies all practically glomping on you

Whatever rivalry they had going on before seems to have ended, finally being able to have some affection from your husband without being interrupted

"So...it looks like we're alone~"

"It would seem so, darling~"

He's chuckling and pulling you close, reaching back to lock the door behind him-

"Um? Alastor? There's a bunch of angry guys outside and..."

At least not by your own children

SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG

#hazbin hotel x reader #alastor hazbin hotel x reader #alastor hazbin x reader #alastor x reader #hazbin x reader

[corroded-hellfire]

Scout's Honor - Eddie Munson x Reader

Collaboration with my dearest @munson-blurbs

An As You Wish story

Summary: The annual Father-Daughter Girl Scout Square Dance comes around but Eddie and Steve are saddled with some car trouble.

Note: Everyone needs to go thank Bug for this incredibly adorable idea!

Words: 2.1k

[As You Wish masterlist]

Men. 

Can’t live with them, can’t…convince them not to go fishing on the day of their daughters’ Girl Scouts events. 

Eddie and Steve had promised you and Nancy that they would be home in time to take Eliza and Mia to the annual square dance. 

“We’ll get an early start,” they’d said, ignoring Eliza’s insistence that she won’t go with her father if he reeks of fish. He’d just laughed, kissed her cheek, and reiterated that he would shower before the dance. 

Maybe you’re naive for believing him. And yet, when the phone rang and Eddie’s sheepish voice explains that Steve’s car broke down—codeword for ‘we ran out of gas’—you’re wholly unsurprised. 

“I always made fun of Wayne for fishing.” Eddie muses, the payphone crackling as he exhales. “Called it an old man activity. This is what I get.”

You grit your teeth, hand clenched in a fist. “Just…get home,” you hiss, hanging up the receiver and massaging your temples. 

Who could have ever foreseen such an outcome?

While you’re stewing over the men’s incompetence, Mia remains levelheaded—just like her mother—and proposes a solution. “What if Luke and Ryan take us?”

Her suggestion is almost certainly rooted in her crush on your younger son, but it proves to be a worthwhile idea, nonetheless. Eliza’s face lights up, and before you know it, your five-year-old is dragging her brothers from their room. 

“Please?” She pouts sweetly, batting her doe eyes up at them. “Daddy and Uncle Steve can’t make it, and we can’t go all alone.” She lays it on thick, knowing full well she doesn’t have to—the boys would do just about anything for her. 

Ryan and Luke raid Eddie’s dresser drawers for flannels, finding the ones that he had nabbed from Wayne’s trailer. The girls don cowgirl hats, excitedly giggling as they climb into the back of the minivan. It’s still strange for you to see Ryan behind the wheel, but your heart swells with pride as you watch him double-check Eliza’s booster seat before pulling out of the driveway. 

At seventeen years old, Eddie Munson spent his Saturday nights selling cheap weed at high school parties—many of them, ironically, thrown by “King” Steve Harrington. 

At seventeen years old, Ryan Munson is spending his Saturday night taking his little sister and her best friend to the Girl Scouts square dance. 

“Everyone buckled?” He calls back, already knowing that they are. Still, he waits until he receives a chorus of yeses before he drives off. 

Luke turns around from the passenger seat. “Now, do we have to make a perfect square?” He keeps a serious expression, much to Ryan’s amusement. “Like, what if it’s a bit oval-y? Do we get kicked out? Do you two get banished from the Girl Scouts?”

Eliza and Mia are both used to his nonsense, and they burst into a fit of giggles. Ryan cracks a smile of his own, eyes trained on the road. 

Precious cargo and all that. 

When they arrive at the old VFW hall, the girls immediately pull them over to their group of friends. It’s a sea of young girls and their dads—and some moms—but nary a big brother in sight except for the two Munson boys. 

Ryan barely has time to feel out of place. The emcee, a middle-aged woman with bright pink lipstick and a too-wide smile, grabs the mic. 

“Welcome to our Father-Daughter Square Dance!” The room erupts into applause, quieting down only to hear about how this fundraiser supports the Girl Scouts of Indiana. The scouts repeat their pledge, which is met with more cheers, and then a western tune bleats over the old sound system. 

Eliza grabs Ryan’s hand as the emcee calls out instructions. Mia is a bit shyer with Luke, but they still manage all of the steps without stomping on the other’s toes. 

“Liza, I’m sorry Dad couldn’t make it,” Ryan says between songs. 

Eliza gives him a small smile. “That’s okay. It’s kinda cooler to bring my big brother.”

He grins. Just wait until his dad hears that. 

As everyone is getting into position for the next dance, a new song comes on that has more banjo than Luke has ever heard in his life. 

“Oh, yeah. We’re definitely in Indiana,” he says.

Mia chuckles as she peeks up at Luke from beneath the brim of her straw cowgirl hat. A blue ribbon on one of her red pigtail braids is loose so Luke reaches down to fix it for the little girl. Mia’s freckled face blooms as red as her hair. Luke pretends not to notice, not wanting to embarrass her. The big crush on Luke became obvious when she was three, and now at ten, it’s still hanging around. The fifteen-year-old Munson boy thinks it’s flattering and only ever teases her if she starts it first. 

“Ready?” Luke asks, offering Mia his hand.

“Ready!”

“But I didn't realize any of this until I was standing alone. In a barn... wife-less. Now, you can imagine my disappointment when it suddenly dawned on me that the woman I love is about to be kicked out of the country. So, Margaret. Marry me. Because I'd like to date you.”

Both you and Nancy hold your wine glasses, neither moving a muscle as you watch Ryan Reynolds catch up to Sandra Bullock in a New York City office building. An empty pint of mint chocolate chip ice cream sits between you on the couch, two green-smudged silver spoons resting inside. 

With the men out fishing, Ryan and Luke out with the two girls, and Natalie watching the rest of the kids over at the Harrington house, your place became the ultimate Mom’s Night In for you and Nancy. A chance to drink a little, gossip a little, have some snacks and watch some romcoms. 

Your peace has finally come to an end, however, when the front door bursts open and two men who reek of murky water, bug spray, and gasoline come barging in. 

“Jesus, Steve,” Nancy says, face pinching up at the foul odor wafting from your husbands. 

You wave a hand in front of your face as if that will make the smell dissipate any faster. 

“How were the fish?” you ask, turning your head away to give your nostrils a fighting chance.

“We caught a grand total of zero,” Steve says with a sigh, his black fishing boots looking comically misplaced on him. Neither of the men look natural in fishing gear. But when a guy from work offered Eddie the use of his boat for the day, he found he couldn’t turn it down. 

“Did you bring the fishing poles?” Nancy asks, sarcasm lining the amusement on her face.

Both men give her an annoyed side eye before Eddie looks around and takes a step towards you.

“Where are the girls?” he asks. 

“Ryan and Luke took them to the dance,” you tell him. “They should be back soon.”

Steve grimaces and claps a heavy hand down on Eddie’s shoulder.

“Eliza’s gonna kill you.”

Eddie raises his eyebrows and spins to meet his friend’s eye.

“And Mia won’t kill you?”

Steve grins. “Not if she got to dance with Luke.” This is the only time the man has ever been thankful for Mia’s crush on the Munson teen. 

Front door still open from when the men barged in, Ryan, Luke, Eliza, and Mia walk inside, laughing and talking over one another. Ryan is giving Eliza a piggyback ride and Luke has Mia’s too-small cowgirl hat perched on top of his head. The moment Eliza’s wide brown eyes spot her father, she demands answers. 

“Daddy, where were you?”

Ryan gently lets her down and she stomps over in her beige cowgirl boots, stopping right in front of Eddie. 

“Liza, I’m so sorry,” Eddie pleads. “Our car broke down. We tried everything we could to get back in time—”

Tears build up in Eliza’s eyes and Eddie feels his heart constrict in his chest. It might as well be Eliza’s little fist squeezing it.

“You were s’post to go with me!”

Eddie sighs and runs a ringed, smelly hand over his face. “I know. And I promise I’ll go next time. But I’m glad you got to bring your brothers. 

“Did you have fun at least?” Steve asks from behind him. 

Mia nods emphatically and both you and Nancy have to bite your lips to keep from smiling. 

Eliza nods in agreement, although not as enthusiastically as her friend. “Yeah. And Ryan is a good dancer.”

Luke smirks, and if Eddie were looking at him, he’d see the devious glint in his eye. “Not as good as Dad, I’m sure.”

Loud snickers come from you, Nancy, and Steve. Eddie’s jaw drops open as he looks around the room. 

“I can dance!”

“Yeah, Dad?” Ryan asks.

“Yeah!”

“Lucky for you, we’re all right here to witness it,” Luke says with a shrug. 

Eddie scoffs and shakes his head. “There’s no music. And I don’t really think my Metallica is easy to groove to.”

“We’ve got my Billy Joel—” you start.

“Or my *NSYNC!” Mia adds. 

“No,” Eddie says. “Thank you girls, but no.”

Smirk only growing larger, Luke pats his father on the shoulder. “Lucky for you, we’ve got just what you need.”

Eddie raises an eyebrow as he watches his son take a CD out of a Target bag he was conveniently hiding behind his back. 

“How was fishing, by the way?” Luke asks as he wrestles with the plastic engulfing the case.

“Pointless,” Steve says.

“Your uncle didn’t bring enough bait,” Eddie added. Steve is about to refute but Luke speaks before he gets the chance.

“But you would have, Dad? Does that make you a master baiter?” 

Ryan is the only one who is unable to contain his laughter. The joke goes over the girls’ heads, but you give your son a soft glare anyway. Never mind that you found it hilarious, just as you know the other adults did as well, but sometimes you’ve got to be the parent. 

Luke shrugs it off and pops the finally-freed CD into the stereo and the sound of a bow sawing over fiddle strings fills the room. Your second-oldest nods his head to Eliza.

“Go ahead, Lize. Show the old man how it’s done.”

“There’s not enough room to square dance in here,” Eddie says.

Without even so much as glancing at one another, you and Nancy get off of the couch and push it back, making plenty more space in the living room. The two of you smirk at one another and Nancy crosses her arms over her chest.

“Y’know, I don’t think it’s fair that you guys get to reap the benefits of your daughters being Girl Scouts without putting in the work.”

A grin grows on your face as you see where Nancy is going with this. 

“Yeah,” you agree, “maybe you don’t need more Samoas this year.”

Eddie’s face falls, and he looks at Steve, who shrugs in defeat. Gotta hit the guys where it hurts: food. 

“All right, show us the moves,” Steve says.

Mia grins, a bounce in her step as she takes Eliza’s smaller hand and walks to the middle of the floor. “Okay, me and Liza will be partners. Just watch us.”

Steve furrows his eyebrows and looks between the two girls, one with now-messy twin red braids, and the other with a light brown cowgirl hat atop two curly pigtails. 

“Wait, if you two are dancing together, who are Eddie and I dancing with?” he asks. 

Eliza giggles. “Each other.”

“Nope,” Eddie replies. “No way.”

With an over dramatic sigh, you shrug your shoulders at your husband. “No dancing, no Samoas.”

“Damn those little coconut fuckers,” Eddie mumbles under his breath. “All right, big boy. But I get to be the guy.”

“Sure, we’ll play pretend,” Steve quips back. It’ll be a miracle if they both make it through the first dance alive.

Eliza and Mia begin to go through the motions, showing their fathers what to do. Everyone is laughing as they do-si-do and hook arms to swing each other around. 

“Did I earn my cookies yet?” Eddie asks once the next song ends.

“That’s up to your daughter,” you tell him with a shrug. 

Eddie looks at Eliza expectantly, the big puppy dog eyes that he passed down to her working their magic. 

“Almost, Daddy. You gotta dance with me first.”

“Now that, I can do.”

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #older!eddie #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fan fiction #eddie munson fic #eddie munson imagine #dad!eddie #AYW #AYWS

[wolken-himmel]

In which Esme sneaks into NRC grounds to gift (Y/n) a flower bouquet.

Such a simple thing proves to be nearly impossible because the prefect's friends are determined to stop him at any cost.

Requested by @maruichio.

"(Y/n), oh (Y/n)! The sunshine of my life, will you humbly accept this bouquet of roses?"

A goofy smile graced Esme's lips, and there was a certain joyous swing to his walk. Yet, his left hand held onto the bouquet of roses with such care that he almost felt paranoid about carrying it around. He should have been feeling paranoid — he was walking on Night Raven College grounds right now!

From his previous visits, he knew that the students here weren't the most welcoming kind — especially after what happened at the VDC. However, that didn't deter him from risking everything to bring you a bouquet of flowers.

"Is this too much, Djali?" he asked and turned to the goat trotting beside him. "I mean, walking all this way just to give (Y/n) some flowers?"

The goat let out an affirmative bleat.

Esme let out a little huff while gently cradling the bouquet close to his chest. "Fine, I'll tone it down a little bit. Perhaps I should drop the speech. Even Neige said that I'm being kind of corny," he grumbled under his breath and rolled his eyes.

It was then that he reached a courtyard that he had to pass through. After making sure the coast was clear, he carefully set a foot out into the open — only to be swarmed by a group of students out of nowhere. It seemed like they had been trailing him for his entire stay, only having waited for a good place to ambush him.

Esme slowly raised his hands into the air, a sheepish yet charming grin on his lips. The ambushers made no attempt to detain him, leaving a safe distance to him. Esme's gaze trailed across their faces in curiosity — and, to his surprise, he recognised all of them! Some from the VDC, others purely from being your friends.

"Fiend of Night Raven College!" Epel shrieked at the top of his lungs. He already had his fists raised apprehensively, and if it weren't for Rook holding him back, he would have jumped onto Esme like a tiny yet feral beast already.

"What is a Royal Sword Academy student doing here on campus?" Ace asked and furrowed his eyebrows suspiciously. "Are you trying to infiltrate us? See how to upstage us next?"

"Guys, calm down. Che'nya is also from RSA, isn't he? Not all their students are bad..." Deuce trailed off sheepishly, for which everyone shot him an annoyed glare. He, however, stood strong and remained as the only physical barricade between Esme and the other students.

Grim had his paws on his hips, and his tail swished around behind him angrily. "This one is especially bad, though..." he hissed, narrowing his eyes at the brunet accusingly. "He's trying to woo (Y/n)."

A round of infuriated gasps went through the group of NRC students, followed by another round of furious whispers and hisses.

Jack merely let out a frustrated sigh upon realising how worked up his friends had become. "You think that he's trying to take the prefect away from us? I doubt it." However, his fellow schoolmates ignored him and continued fuelling each other's anger.

At the sight of the very restless student crowd by now, Esme grew restless and fidgety. His fingers drummed against the base of the bouquet in an attempt to calm his nerves — but when the shouting became too loud, he saw himself forced to intervene. "All of this is merely a misunderstanding, my friends. I wish you no harm..." he chimed, his green eyes sparkling innocently. "Now, if you would be so kind and let me pass..." Sadly, his attempt of escaping was hindered by someone grabbing his hand that held the flowers.

A startled look to his left revealed Rook, who wore an ecstatic expression on his face. After having inhaled the lovely scent of the fresh flowers, the blond removed his grasp and took several steps backwards. "Oh, what a magnificent arrangement of flowers!" Rook exclaimed giddily, all the while gesturing to the bouquet. "Roses of all sorts of colours, how lovely. Red roses symbolise love and admiration, purple ones symbolise infatuation and passion... What beautiful messages you try to convey, mon ami."

His monologue seemed to have worsened the mood.

"Flowers?" Grim shrieked at the top of his lungs. "So he's serious about the whole seducing my henchhuman thing!"

"Right?" Ace grumbles under his breath. "He's trying to take the prefect away from us, for real!"

The entire crowd's yelling died down, however, when an ominous presence waded through the middle. It was none other than Leona, whose ears were laid flat onto his head in fury. He let his sharp eyes wander across the crowd, trying to find the one responsible for it. "Oi, what's this whole ruckus about?" the lion beastman hissed at the crowd. "You better have a good reason to wake me up so rudely from my nap..."

Behind him, an excited Ruggie was busy rubbing his hands together in delight. "Oh, this ought to be good... Man, I should have brought some popcorn!"

The brief distraction was Esme's only chance to bolt, and he knew that. Without hesitating, he clutched the bouquet close to his chest and dared a few careful steps backwards. Then, when he noticed that the others were still distracted, he broke out into a full-blown sprint.

"Djali, it's time to run!" he yelled at his goat.

The goat promptly scrambled off after him, following him down the corridor through which he had decided to flee.

"Get him!" the angry crowd roared and pushed past Leona to apprehend the intruder.

Esme had always been swift on his feet, as quick as lightning and as nimble as a monkey. Years of living alone on the streets had taught him one or two valuable lessons. He cut corners expertly and jumped over all sorts of obstacles without breaking a sweat. However, the frail bouquet in his hands was what worried him the most... But he hadn't walked all this way, just to hand you nothing! Throwing away the flowers was no option, even if they slowed him down significantly.

As Esme darted past a vending machine, he accidentally bumped into Idia, who let out a whimper. A gasp of realisation escaped the Ignihyde dormleader's blue lips once he realised who the culprit had been. He watched after the escapee with large eyes. "Eek! I've never seen a Royal Sword Academy student in real life before!" Mere seconds later, the angry mob of students passed by him. A giddy smile decorated Idia's lips as he rushed back to his dorm. "Ortho won't believe me!"

The mob was closing in on Esme, and his head start was about to be obsolete. Just as all hope was lost, he spotted a door that led to the restrooms. Increasing his pace for the last few metres, he basically sprinted over to the door and threw himself inside — just in time. As he had his back pressed against the door from inside the restrooms, he could listen to the crowd rushing past him outside.

His breathing still heavy, he nonetheless felt the sweet feeling of relief rush over him.

"What do we have here?"

Esme's eyes snapped open in surprise, and he soon found a tall, blond student leaning against one of the basins. It took him an embarrassingly long time to recognise him. It was none other than Vil who stood in front of him, now suspiciously eyeing him from top to bottom.

"I'm sorry to disturb you, I—" Esme stammered out.

"I recognise you from the VDC... and your blazer— you're with the Royal Sword Academy, aren't you?" Vil quirked an eyebrow and stepped closer. "What kind of business would you have here at Night Raven College?"

"It's a private matter, sir!" Esme was soon back to being himself, now shooting the blond a sly smile before stepping out of the restrooms. "I'll leave you be, now! Ta-ta!"

Once Esme had made it outside, he was immediately spotted by the angry mob. "There he is!" They stood by the other end of the corridor, far away from him by now.

When Vil had hurried out of the restrooms, he was faced with the angry mob rushing past him. There was no trace of Esme anymore. "I can't believe this..." Vil muttered under his breath, massaging his temples in frustration.

Esme, with newfound stamina, zoomed through corridors and courtyards again. The crowd, slowly but surely, was catching up to him again. Just as he had ran out of breath, a hand out of nowhere pulled him behind a pair of curtains. Though his vision was still blurry from the sudden gesture, Esme soon found himself in a small alcove with two other people — he recognised them from the VDC, as well.

"Come here!" Kalim chimed and patted the brunet's shoulder. "You'll be safe with us."

"What— you're trying to help me?" Esme furrowed his eyebrows in disbelief, wondering if this was some sort of trap.

"Yes," Jamil grumbled, "I don't get why we're helping him, either..."

"Hey, it's not right that the others are chasing you around! You're here to see the prefect, aren't you? I see no harm in that."

The twinkle of kindness in Kalim's eyes was somehow enough to assure Esme of his genuineness. Years of living on the streets had taught him how to read people and given him a gut feeling that was almost always right when it came to trusting others.

A grateful smile decorated Esme's lips. "Oh well, thank you. It's unexpected to find help here as a Royal Sword Academy student."

"Don't worry about it!" Then, Kalim's eyes fell on the bouquet of flowers that didn't look as fresh as they had been when the chase had started. He furrowed his eyebrows before eagerly offering, "But oh, your flowers look sad and weak... Would they like some water? I could provide some!"

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While Esme was busy being chased around by the angry mob of students, his familiar Djali had also been busy evading the apprehensive hands of the smaller crowd of students chasing him. It was a strange thing, but the goat soon found himself being carried into the Mostro Lounge like a costly treasure, no longer on the run.

"Look, Azul! I found this strange animal," Floyd chimed as he lowered the goat onto one of the many tables. "Such a cute animal, no? I love land animals!"

Jade furrowed his eyebrows. "That's a goat, Floyd..."

Azul looked just as confused as his vice dorm leader. "A... goat? Where did you find it?" he stuttered out while watching Floyd pull the animal into his arms again.

"Some students were chasing it around! The poor little animal." Floyd clicked his tongue in frustration, only to brighten up when Djali bleated happily and licked his face. "But don't worry, little goat... I'll look out for you! Nobody will ever dare to chase you around again." A fit of snickers escaped the eel's lips, and he continued to cradle the goat like a child.

"I didn't know Floyd liked animals this much," Azul muttered, flabbergasted.

Jade was merely smiling. "Well, he is full of surprises."

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While Djali had found an unlikely friend at the Mostro Lounge, Esme was closer to his destination than ever. With Kalim's help and directions, he had managed to safely evade the people chasing him — and in the distance, he could already see the leafless trees that decorated the front yard of the Ramshackle mansion. His tired feet quickened their pace, and a flash of determination inhibited his green eyes.

"Almost there..." he muttered to himself, smiling.

Just as Esme had set sight on the gate that would allow him entry to your home, he spotted another group of students waiting there to confront him. A string of frustrated curses escaped his lips, especially so upon recognising the four students as the powerful Malleus and his three retainers.

"This is the one, Master Malleus! The enemy!"

"Calm down, Sebek... It's just a student from Royal Sword Academy..." Silver mumbled and rolled his eyes. "You don't have to be so hostile."

A scream escaped Esme when, suddenly, someone was prodding at his blazer and the emblems stitched onto it. Whipping his head around, he found none other than Lilia inspecting his clothes with a large smile. "Oh— I love your blazers! And sashes, oh my... so festive," the fae mumbled under his breath, a longing sigh escaping his lips. "Our school uniforms are always so dreary..." As suddenly as he had appeared, Lilia was gone again — back by the side of Malleus.

The dragon fae looked anything but amused as he glared at the RSA student. "So it is you that wants to harm the child of man that lives in these ruins?"

"I don't want to harm (Y/n)—"

"You have brought these flowers to poison the child of man!" Malleus interrupted him and pointed at the bouquet angrily. "How dare you!"

Lilia suddenly broke out into laughter. "I don't think so, Malleus. Unless the prefect is allergic to pollen, the flowers are pretty harmless."

Nonetheless, Malleus continued to stand in front of the gate, his soles firmly planted into the cobblestone. "I shall not let you pass!" he exclaimed and raised his hands defensively.

An exasperated sigh escaped Esme's lips while he fumbled with something on the inside of his blazer. "Well, you leave me no other choice..." he muttered after a while and removed his hand — to reveal a pink, round ball. He threw the missile at the ground. Upon collision, the ball dissipated into thick, pink fog that allowed him to slip away without further issues—

Well, Malleus threw a few blasts of fire into the mist, just to be sure. However, when the fog had cleared up again, Esme was nowhere to be seen.

The four Diasomnia students were left behind to discuss his sudden disappearance amongst themselves, not having realised that the intruder now stood at the back door to the run-down mansion.

"(Y/n), let me in!" Esme hissed and banged his fists against the door in panic. "Let me in!"

At once, the pitter-patter of footsteps reached his ears, a sound that drew a relieved sigh from his lips. "I'm coming!" you yelled, rushing over to the door in the back. Upon having twisted the door knob and pulled the door open, you were greeted with a familiar sheepishly smiling brunet. You furrowed your eyebrows in concern, remaining frozen where you stood. "Esme? What are you doing here? And why do you look like you've been through hell and back?"

A little chuckle escaped his lips, and he used his free hand to at least try and put his hair back into order again. His pink headband looked like it would slip down any moment now, and the ends were even singed. But, even though his blazer was torn and dirtied in some parts, he couldn't bring himself to care, now that you stood in front of him.

The bouquet, the true reason why he now stood in front of you, remained hidden behind his back. Like a giddy child, he grinned at you eagerly. "It's a long story... All that matters is that I have a present for you! Here, take this bouquet of flowers—" Thus, he pulled the bouquet out from behind his back — only to find the flowers in a horrible condition. Some had been burnt to a crisp, others had already lost all their petals on the way. A disheartened frown appeared on his face as he lowered the bouquet again. "Oh no... the poor flowers are destroyed... I'm so sorry."

For a while, you couldn't do anything but stare at the wilted flowers in surprise. His heart thumped wildly in his ribcage, especially so when you wouldn't voice your thoughts.

But, when you broke out into squeals of happiness, a wave of relief crashed over him. In one smooth motion, you had pulled him into your arms. "Esme, Thank you! Don't worry about the bouquet," you mumbled into his shoulder. When you pulled away again, you were smiling from ear to ear. "It's the gesture that counts. And look, this brave flower survived..."

Carefully, you plucked the only remaining rose out of the bouquet — it was a red one, vibrant and healthy.

His wonky smile turned into a proud grin. "Huh, at least I have one flower to gift you, I guess."

You shyly twirled the stem of the thornless rose in between your fingers. "Thank you, Esme. I appreciate the gesture of having invaded enemy territory to see me," you muttered, still flabbergasted and impressed.

Esme put on the charming grin he was known for. "Of course! Like you said, I would go through hell and back, just to see you."

#twisted wonderland #twst x reader #twst #twst x you #twisted wonderland x reader #disney twisted wonderland #reader insert #y/n #disney twst #esme devance #esme devance x reader #twst oc #twst oc x reader #twisted wonderland oc #gender neutral reader

[vaguely-concerned]

in hindsight the funniest part of the recurring cow jokes is that john says he built the wall out of cows and a bunch of sheep, and no one, not a single soul, seems to have spoken up on behalf of the sheep at any point fjsdkfhsajk. why the livestock sympathy inequality. why the cattle bias. I recognize that sheep are -- to be fair -- quite annoying to deal with, but if you prick them do they not bleat etc., it doesn't seem fair for them to get forgotten in the middle of all this

(the description of 'it was at this point that he had the grace to look embarrassed (may we even go so far as to say... sheepish)'... god stop being the funniest bitch in the world john I'm mad at you)

#do not sheep watch sunsets. do not sheep exhibit mourning behaviour for other sheep. #if you turn them inside out do they not make a grotesque yet effective building material #the locked tomb #nona the ninth #the locked tomb spoilers #nona the ninth spoilers #ntn spoilers #nona spoilers #john gaius #tbf this is a painfully accurate portrayal of how a certain kind of internet discourse tends to calcify #and also we're only getting the parts of it that annoyed john most consistently and he is... how do you say... a bastard #he forgot to put in air holes at first and didn't listen to G--'s engineering advice fhsdkfhaskjfhaskjhfaskj #yes. yes his friends WERE saints actually #'why is everyone treating me like I did a big crime just because I did a huge crime :'(' the john gaius story

[ipostdumbthings]

Moonlit Dinner Date

Pairing: Gale/Tav

Characters: Gale, Tav, Astarion, Karlach

Rating: G

Genre: Romantic Fluff

Summary: Gale returns to camp one evening to discover a wild magic mishap from sorcerer Tav. Pre-relationship.

It was still fairly early in the evening when Gale found himself strolling back into camp, clean for the first time in days. Camp had been made late in the afternoon, they’d stopped near a river and a turn order was quickly established to get everyone in camp a turn to a small but blissful amount of privacy, and freedom from the muck and sweat. He was still toweling off his hair when he stepped foot in camp proper,only to find himself almost bumping directly into a certain pale companion of the vampiric persuasion. The look on the elf’s face made it clear that he’d been waiting for Gale for a while now, a look that said “you’re wasting my time”. The wizard didn’t love how often he saw it.

“Here’s something I never thought I’d say, but thank the gods you’re here Gale we need your help.” It might have been a jab at him, but Astarion wasn’t wielding his particularly cruel tone of voice, did Gale actually detect something genuine there? He opened his mouth to respond, but was cut off immediately, not by the man before him, but by the bleating of a sheep. Of course. He didn’t need to look, but he did anyway, sidestepping the elf to join the camp proper. Not too far from the fire was a sheep, a rope tied loosely to its neck to keep it from wandering off. Affectionately petting and tending to it was Karlach, who looked all the more excited to see Gale.

“Tav?” He asked, already so certain of the answer, but received further confirmation when he spotted the bowl of water someone had laid beside the sheep with the name “Tav '' hastily painted on the side, no doubt Karlach’s work. It could be hard to believe that a woman of so much heat could have such a soft heart.

“Yes, she got a little bold with her spell casting I’m afraid,” Astarion replied, a certain quirk to the corner of his mouth indicating just how funny he found all this. It had endlessly fascinated Gale just how well Tav could get along with everyone here, and how someone with so much kindness and concern for others could find genuine affection and camaraderie with someone like Astarion. He was certain for the elf’s part, the friendship had mostly been a great source of amusement, provided he was well outside the blast radius when something went wrong. But Tav had disagreed with Gale during one of their chats about that, well not entirely, she knew Astarion found it funny when her magic went awry, but she was positive there was a genuine connection of trust and friendship between them. That was getting off track though, there was very much a situation he was faced with, one that was frankly frustrating, and should’ve been avoided based on his and her previous conversations. He heaved a sigh so deep he felt it in his soul.

“I specifically asked her not to cast her magic in camp for this reason. Could’ve been a fireball that sent all the tents up in flames,” he said, adopting a chastising tone as he addressed the sheep more than the two people. Sorcerer’s and wizards rarely saw eye to eye under the best of circumstances, given their different philosophies, their different experiences with magic. Sorcerers took magic for granted, and the one type of sorcerer you didn’t want with that sort of flippant attitude was one of wild magic, and yet Tav seemed blissfully unconcerned by the chaos she was capable of wreaking. He’d hope she’d learn something from this, but he knew better.

“Oh, no, that’s not what we need help with,” Astarion said, his genuine delight only seeming to swell.

“When you say it like that Astarion, it makes me feel like we’ve been arseholes,” Karlach said sounding like a guilty child. She even wore a pout. 

“She’s got grass, we put down a clean water bowl for her, her precious sheepish heart yearns for nothing. Frankly I wish people tended to my needs the way we’ve been keeping her for the better part of the half hour.” The elf sounded defensive, but not in a way that indicated he felt bad in the slightest for anything that was happening. Gale pinched the bridge of his nose, feeling a certain weariness he imagined his mother must have felt when she was dealing with his youthful magical indiscretions.

“If it’s not about Tav the sheep, then what exactly did you need?” The question was quick, clipped, and demanded an answer.

“Well, it’s not not about Tav and her adorable little hooves.” The way Karlach emphasized the last three words was further hammered home by her taking Tav’s sheep face in her hands and cooing at her.

“It’s a bet,” Astarion said, and could not suppress a grin as he spoke, “we were wondering if, someone were to… shear her, you know, shave off all the wool, while she’s a sheep…” 

“Would she pop back to being a human bald or naked? And what would happen to the wool when she turned back? Would that be her hair? Her clothes? Or would it stay wool?” Karlach finished the question, redirecting her gaze back to Gale with genuine curiosity. He blinked at the absurdity of the question, at the knowledge that they had been patiently waiting for him for half an hour just to ask. Karlach didn’t surprise him as much, but he would’ve assumed Astarion for the sort to get to the bottom of the matter himself.

“Ah. Well, I can't say I’ve ever tried it. Honestly I’m impressed at the restraint you’ve shown in not simply attempting it yourself.” He’d said it as a joke, but the look on Karlach’s face had the deep sigh renewed.

“We thought about it, but I’m too pretty for such a menial task, Karlach is too afraid of hurting her, and Halsin gave us a very stern ‘no’ and that same disapproving look you seem to be wearing right now.” Well, at least someone in the camp could be trusted to behave like an adult. He held Astarion’s gaze for several moments, making sure he fully expressed said disappointment, before finally looking back at the popular subject of the evening, Tav. He should still be irritated, but he had to admit the question was an interesting one, and far be it from him to not indulge the curiosity of others in regards to magic. Even if he didn’t exactly have an answer.

“Ignoring the ethical implications of you two attempting to shave one of your friends while they’re completely indisposed, hypothetically-“ he was cut off when the sheep made eye contact with him, and he felt the sudden, intense connection brought on by the tadpoles locked in their brains. For just a moment it didn’t make sense, just sheep sounds and flashes of the grass on the ground at the camp, but then he felt it: the disappointment. The sheep held his gaze, drifting to thoughts of the clearing nearby, the one with bright green grass.

“Wait. What just happened?” The words from Karlach pulled him from the moment, and his bewildered stare must have made it obvious.

“Did she just use the tadpole on you?” Astarion sounded positively delighted, the airy laugh erupting from him. Gale glared.

“Oh was it Tav-Tav, or Sheep-Tav? Why didn’t she do it to me? I was just staring into her little face?” Karlach asked with a mix of absolute whimsy and disappointment. She gently rested her hands under Tav’s face to coax the sheep to look at her again.

“Don’t take it personally, Karlach, she’s not really Tav right now, she’s well and truly a sheep,and you two were wrong about her wanting for nothing, she wants better grass.” With that he crossed the space to his tent and returned everything he’d taken for his bath, then snatched up a book. There was no telling how long it would take for Tav to become human again, and she’d been very clear about what she wanted. He could sit with her for a while as she indulged in sheepish pleasures.

“Shit are we being bad sheep guardians?” Karlach asked with a groan, she did start untying the rope from the stake in the ground, which she handed over to Gale when he approached.

“Do you mean shepherds?” Astarion asked, but Gale was very much through with the tom-foolery of the evening. Taking the rope in hand, he gave Tav the gentlest of tugs to get her moving.

“I’m going to take her to a clearing nearby, if she’s going to return to humanity with the taste of grass in her mouth it might as well be good grass.” Tav may have frustrated him at times to no end, but there was no denying that he respected her. Valued her, even. She was competent at decision making under catastrophic circumstances, unwaveringly compassionate to those in need, and a damn fine friend to anyone that allowed her to be. There were times that his fondness for her only increased his frustration about her casual disposition to her brand of chaos. He wanted her to care enough to take care of herself, to be careful. But he supposed, at least for the time being, she had him to do the worrying for her. Seemed a few others were up to the task too.

“Don’t forget her water bowl, Gale, I put her name on it and everything, you know, for next time it happens.” Karlach almost spilled the water bowl in her haste to hand it over, genuinely concerned he may leave it behind. The wizard took the bowl with a small bow of his head, yes even when he wasn’t around to watch after her, Tav was usually in good hands.

“I’m certain she’ll be touched by the kind gesture. Now come along, Tav.” With that, he gave another gentle tug on the rope, and sheep Tav seemed to know exactly what to do, which he supposed made sense, she had requested this.

—

He did have to give her credit for good timing, though, it was a lovely night. Stars twinkling above, the moon brilliantly lighting their little clearing. The air was cool, but not cold. A nice gentle breeze carried the sounds of the night time wildlife beginning their evening. Perfect night to sit with a book and enjoy the world for all its splendor.Even the company was pleasant, now satisfied with the grass she had available Tav was content to silently wander and munch nearby. He’d take breaks from the page to glance up at her to make sure she was fine, and frankly marvel at how he managed to enjoy her presence even as a sheep.

The two had shared many late night evening talks, mostly about the sort of things one expects a wizard and a sorcerer to discuss. Magic and its nature, mysteries of the universe, that sort of thing. They talked about other things, and he was constantly amazed by how much he enjoyed those chats just as much as he enjoyed the ones on his favorite subjects. Even in these trying times she approached life with enthusiasm, with passion and joy. Not to say she wasn’t aware of the impending doom that loomed above them, she’d let slip her air of exuberant confidence a few times to reveal just how deeply afraid she was. He’d realized then that she was attempting to shoulder all the worries of the team, that she’d been determined to be the source of comfort and hope when they couldn’t be one to themselves. He didn’t envy her. He did want to help her though. Which was yet another reason he was sitting out here with her.

It was a wonderful, quiet hour that past, and sheep Tav had settled in the grass and was deep into a snore when the magic dispelled. One moment a sheep snoozed happily, the next there was Tav. She sat up quickly, facing away from Gale. She twisted her head back and forth before rising to her feet. When she finally spotted Gale she broke into a big grin. A big, beautiful grin. She looked relieved to see him, happy to see him. He blinked back at her, and felt something stir in his chest that felt suspiciously like his heart fluttering. He hoped it was dark enough that she’d miss the faint tingle of redness on his cheeks he felt forming. A moment passed before he realized he was staring at her, and he quickly cleared his throat to break the silence.

“You should know, your dear friends seriously debated shearing you in pursuit of scientific curiosity,” he said, he’d intended his tone to be more chastising, after all he had asked her not to cast in camp for a reason. But his heart wasn’t in that, not at the moment, not with her looking at him like he was her safety, her comfort. It came out as the gentle, affectionate tease it truly was. Of course he knew he’d been fond of her already, but that look on her face under starlit skies was forcing him towards some rather hasty and unexpected realizations about just how fond of her he was.

“Oh to see if I turn out bald or naked?” She asked with an easy laugh, as she took a seat on the ground directly beside him. The urge to put an arm around her was one of the hardest he’s ever had to suppress. He settled for tilting his head to the side as he peered at her, watching the expression of good humor form on her face. He was finding he liked that one quite a bit too.

“A question you seem to have pondered quite a bit yourself,” he remarked.

“Well I’ve spent more than my fair share of time as a sheep. Always wondered why it was a sheep. Honestly, the universe probably knows I’d be too powerful as a cat.” She was looking directly into his eyes as she spoke, and he found himself even more acutely aware of how close they were and how intimate this moment between them was. The idea of her as a cat, however, was enough to get a laugh from him. Surely she’d be the sort to knock everything over, to break all your favorite things, and just when you were sure it was time to get rid of her, cuddle up on your lap and make you love her all over again.

“With your predisposition for chaos? I suspect you may be right.” He loved the way that made her laugh, the way her nose crinkled as her whole face lit up. She gave him a gentle shove on the shoulder, and he made a mental note to ensure an abundant future of that. She finished laughing and for a brief moment she sat and peered up at the stars before she looked back to the grass she’d been eating not ago.

“Awfully nice of you, though, to bring me out to this lovely patch of Baldurian Bluegrass.” She looked thankful. He blinked at her, and then looked at the grass, and then back at her.

“… You know what type of grass this is?” He must have sounded incredulous from her next little laugh. Tav was not much of an expert on the great outdoors, she’d never successfully identified an animal track, knew absolutely no potion ingredients, and seemed to be allergic to most things they came in contact with. She smiled a knowing smile and shrugged her shoulders.

“When I realized that I would be spending a decent amount of time as a sheep, I started growing little patches of grass at home, and had some brought in from all sorts of places. I figured, you know, spoil myself.” It was his turn to laugh, he shouldn’t have been surprised in the first place. That was exactly the sort of thing Tav did. 

“Ah yes, exotic grasses from across the globe. Truly a feast fit for a sheep of your caliber.” He teased, and felt that flicker in his heart when her eyes were back to him.

“But the one I always eat the most is the boring one, Baldurian Bluegrass.But do you realize what that means?” She asks leaning just enough that it felt like they were conspiring about something together.

“I can’t even imagine what’s about to come out of your mouth.” It wasn’t the first time that had happened, and he knew with such certainty that it would far from be the last. It excited him in a way that he hadn’t expected it to.

“You just took me out for a nice moonlit dinner with my favorite food. If you keep this up, Gale, I’m going to think you’re into me.” It was a joke, he was certain. Wasn’t he certain? He could almost be bold enough to lean over and kiss her, to wrap that arm around her and hold her. To spend the evening like this teasing and talking together. Almost.

“We should get back to camp, Karlach will be both relieved and disappointed by your reversion,” he said and cursed himself for being a coward. Tav took pity on him it seemed, leaned in and kissed his cheek, and he felt his heart absolutely pound in his chest. She rose to her feet quickly thereafter and offered her hand to him to help him up, which he gratefully accepted.

“Thank you, Gale, for taking care of me,” and there was that smile again, but it didn’t linger for long, and she was quickly starting the short walk back to camp. He didn’t let her get too far ahead though.

“It was a privilege and an honor, my lady.” He did stop to pick up her water bowl though, with her luck it would be helpful soon enough.

#gale dekarios #gale x tav #gale bg3 #fluff #romance #bg3 #bg3 gale #gale of waterdeep

[prolix-yuy]

About Ms Jackson.. "“Catfish’s been walking around with a smile 24/7" I would love to see them teasing Frankie and making him blush but also super proud 🥰🥰

I love this ask! Pope did tease that the boys know what's going on, and there were a few days between the "session" and when they scheduled their first real date. So let's see how things progressed while they plucked up the courage to see each other again.

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Pairing: Francisco "Catfish" Morales x F!Reader "Ms Jackson"

Summary: How did the boys react to Frankie and Ms Jackson's meeting?

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: M, descriptions of sex work, allusions to sexual acts, Frankie overthinking, Santi being the scheming best friend we all need, some light angst but mostly fluff. While this story is not explicit, my blog and the content shared on it is 18+ so MINORS DNI.

Notes: Time for a little peek back at the beginning! I love bringing the boys back in to Frankie and Ms J's relationship, and that line did bring up some very cute scenes. Enjoy!

Cross-posted on AO3

Sex Worker!Frankie AU Masterlist

Santi makes an excuse to go over the day after - something about needing a tool, a made-up broken appliance - so he can see the result of his handiwork. He always hammered home that clients shouldn’t bleed into the boy’s lives, but there was something in your voice that made him pause. Either Will or Benny could have been good choices, and he knows you would have had an excellent time. But that one small sigh you made, the depth of hurt he could feel over the phone, the hesitation, all made his thoughts narrow to Frankie. He might be playing with fire, or he could be kindling a hearth in a home. 

When Frankie opens the door, Santi’s chest expands. He’s lighter than Santi’s seen him in years, a bigger smile than necessary crinkling his face.

“Hey Santi, come in, I’ll get the pipe wrench for you. You want a beer or something?” Frankie asks, and there’s a goddamn bounce in his step as Santi follows him through the small apartment. Opening the slider door to a tiny balcony, Frankie kneels to rummage through his tool storage case. Santi leans causally in the doorway, studying Frankie’s broad back.

“How was last night?” he asks, fighting the smirk that wants to grace his face. Frankie stops rummaging, his hands dancing along the edge of the toolbox. 

“It was…ah, hah, yeah, it was…” Frankie stammers, and Santi grins at his struggling friend.

“You can tell me the truth,” he prods, and Frankie grabs the pipe wrench and stands to face him. 

He was right; Frankie’s almost sheepish as he hands Santi the wrench, leaning back against the balcony railing.

“First rule is not to get attached,” Frankie parrots, the words long etched in his brain. Santi rolls his eyes, tucking the excuse in his back pocket.

“Yeah and the second rule is I’m the boss and I’m asking if you had a good time.” 

Frankie folds his arms, tilting his head down and chewing on the inside of his cheek for a moment before meeting Santi’s gaze with a disbelieving smile.

“It was amazing,” he finally says, and his enthusiasm pulls Santi out of the doorway to clap a hand on his shoulder.

“I fucking knew it!” Santi crows, making Frankie blush several shades darker as he leans up next to him on the railing. “Tell me all about it. Is she cute?” 

Frankie makes a face and pushes Santi with a wide palm.

“I don’t kiss and tell, pendejo,” he gripes.

“Are you serious? I pull off the greatest matchmaking of the twenty-first century and you’re not gonna spill?” Frankie rolls his eyes, but a smile is tugging at his lips.

“I don’t know, it was just…the connection was instant. That’s never happened before,” Frankie muses, Santi calming to watch him. The fondness that radiates in his eyes, the way his hands worry at his lower lip, the shifting posture, all blooms warmth in Santi’s chest.

“You get her number?” he asks, and Frankie bleats out a laugh.

“Yeah, we exchanged after dinner.” Santi’s eyebrows shoot up into his thick curls.

“Jeez, Fish, I knew you could be smooth but this is next level,” he laughs. “You gonna call her?” 

At this Frankie’s posture shrinks imperceptibly, a small fall in his face.

“I want to. I really really want to. It’s just…it’s not supposed to start this way, you know? How’s she going to tell her friends we met?” Santi snickers loud enough that Frankie regards him more fully.

“Is that really what’s keeping you from the nicest thing you’ve let yourself have in ages?” Santi asks. 

“We don’t really know each other,” Frankie refutes.

“That’s what first dates are for, idiota. Take her on one. Get to know her. If your chemistry outside the bedroom is half as good as in, you deserve to give it a shot.” Santi watches Frankie’s face as he turns the idea around in his head. It makes Santi sigh dramatically, pushing off from the balcony.

“And I deserve a beer for listening to you overthink this,” he says, heading in to raid Frankie’s fridge as he grumbles in behind him.

“Santi told us you met someone,” Benny asks when they’re out at the bar that night, sipping Modelos and waiting for the pool table to open up. Frankie stalls by taking a long pull, Benny’s expectant face hovering in his peripheral. 

“It was a good session,” he finally responds, the butterflies in his stomach swirling as he recalls your face when you opened the door. The warmth of your body cradled in the bathtub. The softness of your mouth when he finally got to kiss you.

“I literally just watched you flash back like a lovestruck teenager, Frank, cut the bullshit,” Benny interrupts, making Frankie blush and tuck his chin deeper into his jacket collar. “When are you gonna call her?”

“I don’t know, she’s a client…” Frankie starts, but Benny interrupts him.

“Don’t pull that card, that’s just nerves talking. You remember Vanessa?” Benny asks, Frankie nodding. “She was a client first. You’re right to be careful, but there are exceptions. Plus then she knows what she’s getting into and you don’t have to have that awkward ‘I do sex work’ conversation with someone new.”

“But I don’t anymore.”

“See, but you did, and let me tell you, the girls that see that as a dealbreaker aren’t worth your time.” Benny sees a table open up and jogs to it, putting down a few crumpled dollars on the wood frame. “Just call, you’re so obviously into her.”

Frankie waves Benny off, going to choose a pool cue, but when he comes back Benny puts a grounding hand on his shoulder. 

“There’s some part of you that’s saying you don’t deserve this, and I am emphatically telling that voice to fuck off. You do. I haven’t seen you this relaxed in ages, brother, and if kicking your ass over this decision helps you make it I will gladly smear you down the sidewalk. And in this game.” Benny releases Frankie’s shoulder with a slap, walking around the table rack up the balls. When he’s not looking Frankie surreptitiously checks his phone.

No calls, no new messages. He pockets it and takes another pensive sip of his beer.

“Did Santi really blab this to everyone?” Frankie bemoans, a smile creeping onto Will’s face from under the car hood. 

“I think he’s prouder of himself than of you,” Will teases, straightening up to wipe oil from his hands. Frankie normally has no issues changing his own, but the shop is convenient and Will was waiting for a customer pickup.

“It’s been two days, right? That’s an acceptable time to wait. You don’t look desperate, and she’s had enough time to hope you might call,” Will offers, a knowing smile making Frankie sigh and tilt his face to the ceiling. 

“I know, I know, I just…fuck,” Frankie murmurs, and Will’s face softens, sitting on a shop stool while Frankie paces.

“I did think Santi might be playing it up, but I see it too, Fish. You’ve had a really hard go of it lately, and this is the first time I can remember you actually looking excited about something.” Frankie avoids Will’s observant gaze, tapping his fingers on the hood of his truck. Analyzing the scratches he wants to buff out is easier than going down this path.

“What’s stopping you?” Will asks, and Frankie sighs long and exhaustively.

What was making this so hard?

“I don’t want to fuck it up. She’s funny, and sweet, and pretty, and I am really fucking attracted to her. But everything I’ve tried to do right the last few years I’ve made a mess of. I don’t want to make a mess of her. She doesn’t deserve that.”

Will nods, staring hard at Frankie’s discomfort.

“You told her about yourself?”

“Some, not everything.”

“She tell you about herself?”

“Yeah, went through a bad divorce, couldn’t bring herself to date. She thought this might be easier.” Frankie laughs a little at that. Turns out nothing is remotely easy about this.

“Broken pieces can still come together well,” Will says sagely, making Frankie snort.

“Okay Gandhi,” he teases, making Will toss a shop towel at him. 

“Fine, don’t take my advice.”

“But?”

“But what?”

“Normally that comes with a ‘but’ at the end of it.”

“But nothing. You don’t have to do shit I tell you.” Will gets up at the crunch of a car turning into the drive. “But three out of four probably aren’t wrong,” he shoots over his shoulder before going to greet the customer.

Monday night inventory at the shop had devolved into beers on Will’s back porch, the first vestiges of spring finally making an appearance. Santi complained that it was too cold to drink with jackets on, the response of course being to mercilessly force him outside. The air is crisp and clean, the beer on Frankie’s tongue mellow and cleansing. He’s glad this remained after everything that happened between them. 

A ping echoes from Frankie’s pocket, muffled under his jacket. He digs in as Benny rattles off next weekend’s game stats to Santi, Will emerging from the house with a platter of burgers. The name on the text glows up on Frankie’s face, illuminating the progression of confusion, realization and elation. 

“She texted,” he breathes out, and the noise comes to a stop. 

“Wait really?” Benny spins to Frankie, who turns the phone screen to the boys with a dazed smile. 

“Holy shit, we love a girl with some initiative!” Santi crows, slapping Frankie on the back. They crowd behind him to look at the text.

Hey Frankie

I hope it’s okay that I texted first. We haven’t been that traditional in the first place, right? 

I had an amazing time on Friday, and I’d like to see you again if that’s not breaking any rules. 

“Fish, you cannot let this girl get away,” Benny says, jostling Frankie enough that he bats them all away.

“Okay, okay, I’ll text her back,” Frankie gripes with no heat behind the words.

“Remember - tell her something that lets you know you listened to her!”

“Suggest a date!”

“Place and time, buddy, show her you’re serious.”

The overlapping voices fade to the background as Frankie types out his response.

Been meaning to call you since Saturday morning, but I got in my own head about it.

I don’t mind breaking rules. How does Friday at seven sound? 

Your text returns moments later, the boys all watching in anticipation.

Sounds a little far away, but I’m a patient woman.

Frankie grins into his chest as the boys erupt into cheers, jostling him around and shouting about bets places without his knowledge. It covers up your second text, just for Frankie.

Can’t wait to see you again.

Neither can he.

From the other side of the porch Santi smiles slyly into his beer, the email he sent that morning a secret he’ll keep close for the time being.

Catfish’s been walking around with a smile 24/7. Let’s call that session on the house. Although when we get to meet, you’re paying me back in drinks.

If that was the nudge you both needed, he was happy to be of service.

END

The story continues in Nine in the Afternoon

#francisco catfish morales x f reader #francisco morales x you #francisco morales x reader #francisco morales x f!reader #francisco morales #frankie morales fanfiction #frankie morales x f!reader #frankie morales x you #frankie morales fic #frankie morales x reader #frankie catfish morales fanfiction #frankie catfish morales x reader #sw!frankie #prolix fics

[magicspace114]

New faces - pack bonds part 2

You really wanted to introduce your family one at a time in hopes that Toby would be more comfortable but that went out the window when your mother called your brother. Your brother proceeded to bring your father with him and the pair barged into your apartment without even knocking.

"Of course you wouldn't knock but dad?" You crossed your arms, glaring at your dad.

He looked a little sheepish at least. He certainly showed his age more than your mother did, with more of a weather beaten face and some grey starting to pop up in his thinning hair. "Sorry, honey," he said, "it just sounded from your brother that this was serious. Are you ok?"

"I was trying to gradually introduce Toby to you so they wouldn't be so scared." You looked down at the Ovec who was now burying their face in your back as they hid behind you.

"Oh, sorry squirt," your dad crouched down, not noticing the hooves and tail and just trying to see their face.

"Uh, dad?" James started, having already noticed those features and looking between you and your mother for an explanation. Your brother was a lot like a younger version of your dad, with nearly black hair and the same freckles as your mother.

"They're an Ovec," you explained, "and they're just a kid so don't start freaking out. They're much more scared of us than we are of them." Toby trembled but poked their head out from behind you.

Your dad startled on realising they weren't human and jumped back, "what the hell is that?!"

The sharp movement and loud voice just scared Toby, making them bleat in fear. "I'm sorry," they said, "sorry."

"It's ok," you turned back and started soothing them while your mother reprimanded your dad.

"Michael," she said, "do not speak to the kid like that."

"You're kidding, right, Julia? That's not a kid." Your dad said, "what even is that? Some mutant animal? A demon?"

"Alien," your mother said, "called an Ovec."

"An alien," your father said, "and you want us to treat it like that's normal?"

"Dad," you started. Your brother was going to say something but on hearing your tone, he immediately shut his mouth.

Your dad though, didn't hear it and continued, "how do we know that thing isn't dangerous either? It may be cowering now but that could be acting."

"Dad!" You said through gritted teeth in a tone you haven't had to take with him since you announced you were moving out of the family estate.

Your dad knew it well and knew that he'd reached the end of your patience. You'd like to say you didn't have a temper or that you had a lot of patience but really, it was about average. You weren't quick to blow a fuse but when you did, your family knew not to dig themselves a deeper hole.

"They've just been stranded on an alien planet with no supplies of their own and with creatures that could easily kill them. Have some damn empathy." You glared.

Your dad bit his cheek. You could tell he wanted to say more but he knew you too well. "Flower-"

"Those next words better be an apology to Toby," you said, looking down at the shaking kid. Toby was back to hiding their face in your back and staying in your shadow. "They're the equivalent of a fourteen year old and they were hurt when I first found them."

Your dad sighed and crouched down, still keeping plenty of distance between him and Toby. "Uh, kid?" He said, "Toby?" Toby poked their head back out again but stayed close to you. Even if their features were alien, their wide eyes and trembling lip was translatable. "I'm sorry for yelling. I was just a bit startled. I didn't mean to scare you, I got scared, myself."

"B-but, you're a human. Why would you be scared?" Toby asked, "you're bigger than me."

Your dad nodded, "I am bigger than you but I was worried you were a danger to us and I was just getting protective of my family."

"I'm sorry," Toby shrunk back into your shadow.

"No, you don't need to apologise, it's not something you did. I just jumped to conclusions. I'm sorry for scaring you." Your dad said.

"Uh, May?" James asked, "why is there an alien in your apartment?"

"Uh, good question," you chuckled, "still not really sure but every time they start to explain, they get all panicky so we're just gonna let them take their time when sharing that stuff."

"How about some proper introductions now," your mother said with an edge to her voice as she looked between the two men.

"Right," your dad said, still crouched down, "I'm Michael, I'm May's dad."

"And I'm James," James said, "her brother."

"I'm Totobyc Maechislovic III," Toby said, "just use Toby though."

"Wow, ok," James smirked, "so uh, why exactly was I called?"

"Did you bring your kit?" You asked.

"Yeah, got it," your brother held up a case, "not sure what type of lock I'm dealing with, you guys just said it has a digital key."

"It's for Toby," your mother said.

You crouched down and showed off the bands around Toby's wrists, "they're restraints. Not sure how they work but they're pretty tight on them so I'd like to get them off." Your brother crept closer too, interested in the new tech but also cautious of the alien in front of him.

"Hmm, first look at some alien tech," he muttered, "will be difficult."

"I mean, if you can't handle the challenge..." you started. Predictably, your brother jutted his elbow at you which you easily caught, "don't touch me with your knife elbows." You shoved it away.

"Play nice," your mother said behind you both.

"Ok, time to get a little look." Your brother cracked his knuckles and opened his case.

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˚₊‧꒰ა ♱ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ continued from …

a cry for : @shallliveoninsong

a tsk tsk tsk left her mouth, shaking her head at the strange lady for her simply awful suggestion. ❛ the store… oh, how pathetically ignorant ! ❜

as the she-devil opened her mouth to speak, the lamb quickly took a riot that had snuck up on them into its maw with black tendrils dragging it in before swallowing whole — letting out a sheepish baa and a small headshake afterwards to get an itch out its ear.

letting out a sigh, amalthea continued. ❝ the food my DARCY needs cannot be bought from a store, silly. ❞ she scratched beneath the lambs chin, cooing at the thing to ensure her she’d never do such a cheap thing.

❝ besides, stores don’t like me much. ❞ a vague thing she would not elaborate on. … … … ❛ wait… did she say devil hunter ? ❜

❝ ah — that makes so much sense ! ❞ her wings spread and fluttered as she thought out loud, ❝ you’re not just a trigger happy human, you’re a trigger happy devil hunting human ! ❞ what a mouthful…

❝ anyways… they must make the signs clearer. it can really confuse people ! ❞ painfully unaware of the irony - the she-devil laughed, letting darcy down. sitting on its rump once again, the lamb bleated in annoyance as she looked to a dog running past the she-devil’s knees and out through a hole in the wall.

❝ ohh ! that’s where all those doggies went … ❞ about to give darcy permission to squeeze through and finally have a proper dinner, she hesitated - nervously looking at the devil hunter with a smile. ❝ we should …leave them alone, hm? i’m sure we can find a fresh meal elsewhere ! ❞

❝ ah… how rude of me — i haven’t introduced myself ! …my name is amalthea. and you are ? ❞

#[ 01 ] 𓆩♱𓆪 ❛ 𝖆𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗... ❜ — thread. #{{ amalthea bc : can you be my human friend I’ve always wanted one pretty please I promise darcy won’t try to eat you #{{ amalthea : she prefers toddlers #{{ fish out of water plots my BELOVED I will never get sick of them #{{ to anyone wondering : all the dogs got away happily :3

[poncivalpishpuff]

My NeverAfter OC (warning spoilers up to ep 6ish)

Princess Catrìona

 Sister of Kate Crackernuts

  (Kah-tree-nah) The Scottish Gaelic name for Katherine (Kate)

The story of Kate Crackernuts

"Kate Crackernuts" is a Scottish fairy tale collected by Andrew Lang in the Orkney Islands and published in Longman's Magazine in 1889. The tale is about a princess who rescues her beautiful sister from an evil enchantment and a prince from a wasting sickness caused by dancing nightly with the fairies.

In the original version, both sisters have the name “Kate” and are the same age.

First Neverafter (Ep1-3]

Closely follows the original tale, with the dark times coming after their story ‘ended’

Both grew up in a Small forgotten kingdom bordering Jubilee

Catríona is the daughter of the King and Kate Crackernuts is the daughter of the new Queen (The Stepmother)

The Hen-wife and the Stepmother on the third try trick her into losing her beautiful head and switching it for a sheep’s one when she is 18

Kate grabbed Catríona's human head and they ran away to fend for themselves, where they came upon the kingdom of Jubilee

Kate finds that one of King Cole’s sons is sick, and goes on to watch him for three nights, following him to the Green-hill where faeries force him to dance the night away

Over three nights Kate gets the cures for her sister and the prince

Kate Crackernuts reunited Catríona with her human head and healed King Cole’s sick son from the wasting

The sick, now healed, son marries Kate and the good son marries the ill, now healed, Catríona [Their Happily Ever After]

As the war came to Jubilee they fought alongside their husbands and died on the battlefield at the age of 24

Present day post merging of the two lives:

The faeries of the Green-hill bring back Catriona into the new world

as something (the Stepmother) has reached Kate first,

they didn’t want to summon either of the princesses, but the princes have disappeared, due to Jubilee not existing, in this new version

the Mother Goose putting Old King Cole in the book, and his kingdom disappearing from the Neverafter [fairies and Catriona don’t know this]

in this world the Stepmother has stolen her human head and locked Kate away somewhere, stopping them both from escaping together

The second world Catriona had left her father’s castle on her own scared of her Stepmother who stole her head and of what the people would say of her sheep head.

Neither sister completed their set stories

Fairies task Catriona with finding the source of the stories going missing and bring it to them, for Catriona and Kate cannot have their happily ever after if their princes doesn’t exist

Throughout her journey in her second life, she has started to doubt the sincerity of the fairies, but for the major part still sees them as the preferable side and an opponent to The Stepmother

Returned around the same time as PCs despite dying much earlier than the group, the faeries were reluctant to employ a princess and spent more time trying to find other methods, the reluctance is noticeable to Catriona when she is in the in-between with the faeries of the Green-Hill

we'll see what happens in Tuffeton, but I think she would be tailing the party after hearing news of the disappearance of the massive spider that had taken the village previously

Her new body/skills

the stepmother still has her human head and in turn, Catriona now has the head of a ewe with curling horns she can use to ram her opponents. [Minotaur reskin]

she speaks with a sheepish lisp as she had to reteach herself how to speak common as she initially could only bleat when her head was stolen

she can speak to any type of sheep, and understands some goat tongue

This Catriona has been wondering the Neverafter after running away, studying magic as a force to rescue her sister, and combat the Stepmother [3rd level Fighter Eldritch Knight]

Break down of her Image

The head is of a Scottish Blackface sheep, where the ewes also have horns The armour is believed to be dated around 1515 from Greenwich, England, and belonged to Henry VIII The sword is a European sword dated around 1400AD The page is from a 16th Century manuscript written in Latin, Scots, and Gaelic

Again all original art and character designs are by Giuseppe Lama

#goose willed it and here is my Neverafter OC #ty brennan for no massive changes in the world lore today #i was told this story by my mum who learnt it from hers who learnt it from hers and so on #i had never actually read any of the written versions before researching the tale for my OC #also i learnt how to use photoshop for this #you don't understand i am obsessed with this season #I just realised I spelt crackernuts wrong well it’s to late now that’s the way it’s gonna have to be #I knew my bad spelling would haunt me wherever I go #neverafter oc #dimension 20 spoilers #neverafter #d20 spoilers #dimension 20 fanart #dimension 20 oc #also i don't speak scottish gaelic #so if ive got the pruncition wrong pls tell me:) #the curdled web #story of Kate Crackernuts #d20 neverafter #dimension 20 #neverafter spoilers #i put her subclass cus i like seeing it i know its not what the PCs have #og post

[etcrow]

What if sheep!mc suddenly became human? Or can at least talk?

Y'know Solomon accidentally put the wrong spell and sh!t like that

A sheep become human CH1

Genre: fluff

Characters: Sheep!MC + GN!MC x Solomon

Universe: Obey me

Warnings: none, just some headcanons

A/N: this ask was precious, bby. Now I want to make a chapter fiction

Solomon was working on a new experiment. The sorcerer was designing a new potion for his studies, while you wandered around his room, moving your little paws. A soft 'boink' could be heard every time you moved from one side of the room to the other.

Solomon was intent on paying attention to the cauldron, when you had approached him, touching his leg with your small paw. "BAAAAA”

"Hold on, MC. I'm looking for an ingredient in my book."

You grumbled audibly, bleating annoyed and kicking Solomon's leg, which, given your strength, amounted to a slap on the leg. The sorcerer had not even noticed your kick and had continued to pay attention to his book. You then climbed onto the chair, or rather, you climbed it with difficulty, just as Solomon was preparing to cast a spell on the cauldron.

You suddenly leapt onto the table and the spell hit you full force, sending you tumbling off the table. The sorcerer stood still for a second, realising what had happened, then leaned over to check if you were okay. To his immense astonishment, there was no longer a sheep at the foot of the table, but a human being.

You were lying on the ground in pain from the blow and moaning. Solomon had rushed to offer you his cloak and you had watched him, confused by his gesture. "Solomon, what are you...?" Suddenly you had stopped, realising that you had just spoken a meaningful sentence and had not uttered one of your usual, incomprehensible 'BAAAAA'.

Solomon had covered you with his cloak, coughing slightly and looking away. The smirk on his face alerted you, so you looked down, noticing that you were naked... and human. You clutched at the sorcerer's cloak and given him a murderous look, trying to cover yourself as much as possible. “You're the usual perv- BAAAAAA”

You brought a hand to your mouth, blushing. You still had to control your bleating.

Solomon had helped you up and walked over to one of his wardrobes, handing you a pair of his clothes. You had accepted them without too much trouble and were almost about to dress, when the sorcerer's presence stopped you. "Would you kindly turn around?"

The sorcerer sneered and turned his back to you. You dressed quickly, but you knew that sorcerer was probably peering in. "SOLOMON"

He had turned around again, pretending not to look at you. Once dressed, you hit the sorcerer's arm and glared at him. "Can you explain to me why I am a human being?"

Solomon shrugged, not quite knowing what to answer to that question. "I'm totally unaware of that, MC. I cast the spell and when you got in the way, pooff, you were human. I have to admit, though, I'm pretty intrigued by all this."

He brought a hand under his chin, thoughtful. It was not the first time he had turned a person into an animal, but the other way around...the sorcerer took your hands, studying you. You watched him, trying to understand what he had in mind, but the sorcerer genuinely had a purely academic interest in you. If you had been a cute little sheep before, you were now a human being... a little less cuddly. The sorcerer's eyes began to shine. 'Do you realise the opportunity that is coming your way? As my pupil, you now have the chance to become a great and powerful sorcerer without people making fun of you."

You blushed, then froze for a second, realising what he had just said "Wait... who's making fun of me?"

He coughed, looking away. "Details."

You wanted to punch him in the face, but your sheepish nature prevented you from doing so. "Easy, Tinkerbell. We don't know if I'll remain a human forever or just temporarily... like Cinderella."

"Sheeperella."

"DETAILS, OK?"

Solomon laughed at the idea of seeing you become a sheep again at the stroke of midnight, then realised you might not have long to spend as a human, so he drew you to him, smiling. "I had a great idea."

You had swallowed, feeling your legs tremble slightly at the sorcerer's proximity. "... Which is?"

"We are going to have the best day a human being could wish for!" And having said that, he dragged you out of his room. A resounding 'BAAAAA' full of astonishment could be heard throughout Purgatory Hall.

#obey me one master to rule them all #obey me shall we date #obey me #obey me post #obey me mc #obey me headcanons #obey me funny #obey me x gender neutral reader #obey me incorrect quotes #obey me fiction #obey me fic #obey me sheep mc #obey me solomon x mc #obey me solomon

[sheepishpink]

not me getting ads targeted for elderly care when scrolling through the obey me lucifer tags 💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀

#obey me lucifer x reader #obey me lucifer #lucifer obey me #sheepish bleating #obey me shall we date

[nayialovecat]

Roots and shoots (fragment)

Chapter 11 - Roots and shoots, vol. 9 - Anura

POV: Narinder would sneak out of the village as the Lamb left it. Lamb find out about that and demanded an explanation, so Narinder showed them where he's going. It turned out that he was visiting family: a squirrel who is raising her two cat-sons alone. This here is the conversation that resulted from that.

Yes, my Lamb can't bleat. They doesn't know many things that sheep can do, and this is the first time they is experiencing this lack. (I also try something new in english translation, I wonder if you notice.)

By the way, it's going to be an interesting tenth volume, isn't it? :]

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Chapter 11 - Roots and shoots

Lamb looked around. They noticed that Narinder was already moving away. They moved after him. He, breathing with difficulty, left the clearing where the house stood and plunged into the forest. He trembled slightly. Lamb became visible a few meters away. They was silent. He waited. They sensed that it was up to them to break the silence.

"So... You found yourself something like a family?"

"No," he snorted. "I don't feel a bond with them."

"I saw something else..."

Narinder sighed. He stopped. He looked at them. "These are cats," he announced and waited a moment. Lamb didn't understand. "The only cats in this village. Their father was a cat, but he died a long two years ago, when the younger one was still a kit drinking his mother's milk."

"Okay. Why is it a problem that there are no other cats?"

Narinder looked annoyed. But then he looked at Lamb and realized... for the first time so strongly and clearly... that they is one of a kind. There are no other sheep. They is the last one. In addition, raised by all sorts of creatures - but not other sheep. They didn't have... had no cultural identity. They had no legacy. They had nothing. Suddenly, he began to feel sorrow and sadness about this, and sympathy for Lamb....

"Well, yes, you don't understand that..." he whispered. "You don't understand... Wrath, animal species is not just diversity, it's more than that... it is... a set of traits, habits, ways of functioning... Which are passed on in families. When... when we have mixed families, still the children of a particular species are handled by the appropriate parent to pass on the important things about their common species..."

Lamb was listening.

"These toddlers... were deprived of guidance, and there are no other cats in their village. When I discovered this... I decided to teach them how to be cats, so they wouldn't lose it... Did you know that the younger one couldn't even purr?"

Lamb was silent. A flurry of thoughts slowly began in his head. Narinder sighed.

"Cultural identity is important, as is the survival of the species itself... But I understand why you don't get it... I have no special emotional bond with these cats - I help them because I don't want them to be handicapped as cats... their mother is not able to teach them that. This is my secret. I've been sneaking out because I just didn't want you to think that these are important people to me, that they are my family... they are not. With Miranda we have a clear case - we both know it very well. I help her raise her sons as cats, but between us there is only polite camaraderie."

They was still silent.

"Once I've taught them everything they need to know about their own species, I'll remove myself completely and probably never meet them again. With luck, I'll also be able to teach them to fight a little, and maybe they won't die on the first crusade they go on..."

Lamb raised his gaze. There was a strange sadness in their gaze, a strange pain. Narinder sensed what he was about to hear. "And who should teach me how to be a sheep?" they bleated quietly. They seldom bleated. They rarely went into that peculiar sheepish tone, an accent that had atrophied in him due to the fact that he had virtually no contact with other sheep. Narinder bit his lip. The answer was... unpleasant. His leader would not like it.

"Wrath, I'm really sorry..." he whispered. "I didn't want your entire species to be exterminated, really. Shamura... neither. But the others... well, that's what happened... maybe it had to happen that way... or maybe not at all. We'll never know."

Lamb remained silent. And then they slowly raised their gaze. There were some dangerous flashes in it. "Can the dead teach?" they asked.

Narinder was amazed. He didn't think his Bishop would come up with this solution so quickly. Far too quickly, in fact.

"Well... technically... why not, but..."

"So I made a decision. I had quite a few reasons before: the desire to see how the followers were doing in the hell of redemption, to bring your siblings the gifts I had prepared for them... But now... now I have another reason. I have to find out. To find out what it's like to be a sheep. How I should be a sheep."

Narinder sighed. "It will be necessary to prepare a lot of candles, a pentagram and a really decent anchor..." he sighed. If you don't destroy at least a few hell spheres along the way, it will really be a miracle..."

"Why should I destroy anything?"

"Because you'll get pissed off. You'll get pissed off as soon as you talk to any of the dead during that slaughter of the sheep. I got pissed when their tormented souls flowed past me, and as you might have noticed, I'm not one of the strongly empathetic or compassionate beings."

Lamb remained silent. After a while they sighed. "Another plan... Into the Land of the Dead I must enter anyway... But... Instead of learning there how to be a sheep... can I pull any soul back to the world of the living? But not a spirit, not a memory... Just a real soul?"

"You can't resurrect someone who died before you established the Crown and, in addition, outside your area of operations..."

"But can I summon and keep a soul?"

Narinder looked at them. There was something strange in his gaze, as if calm, a bit of derision, but mostly a taxing appraisal. Lamb endured this gaze. "Yes," announced Narinder. "I think you can do it."

"Excellent. So, when I go to the Land of the Dead, you will make all the preparations, my future high priest..."

"Aren't you already angry with me for sneaking out?"

"No. If you sneak out for the sake of your species, I understand and respect that. You don't have to sneak out, you can just go there... once a week or even twice, as you prefer."

"Once is enough."

"Just... don't forget your duties to me. That's all."

The cat bowed with gratitude. He thought: Lamb was similar to him at times, yes, but overall... quite different from him. And he think he even liked that about them.

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Rozdział 11 - Korzenie i pędy

Jagnię obejrzało się. Dostrzegło, że Narinder się już oddala. Ruszyło za nim. On, oddychając z trudem, opuścił polanę, na której stał dom i zagłębił się w las. Lekko drżał. Jagnię stało się widzialne kilka metrów dalej. Milczało. On czekał. Przeczuło, że do niego należy przerwać milczenie.

- Więc... znalazłeś sobie, jakby rodzinę?

- Nie - prychnął. - Nie czuję z nimi więzi.

- Widziałom coś innego...

Narinder westchnął. Zatrzymał się. Spojrzał na nie.

- To są koty - oznajmił i chwilę czekał. Jagnię nie zrozumiało. - Jedyne koty w tej wiosce. Ich ojciec był kotem, ale zmarł dobre dwa lata temu, kiedy młodszy był jeszcze oseskiem pijącym mleko mamy.

- Okay. Dlaczego to problem, że nie ma innych kotów?

Narinder wyglądał na zirytowanego. Ale potem spojrzał na Jagnię i zdał sobie sprawę... po raz pierwszy tak mocno i wyraźnie... że ono jest jedyne w swoim rodzaju. Nie ma innych owiec. Jest ostatnie. W dodatku wychowywane przez najróżniejsze istoty - ale nie inne owce. Nie miało... nie miało tożsamości kulturowej. Nie miało dziedzictwa. Nie miało niczego. Nagle zaczął odczuwać z tego powodu żal i smutek, i współczucie dla Jagnięcia...

- No tak, ty tego nie rozumiesz... - szepnął. - Nie rozumiesz... Wrath, gatunki zwierząt to nie jedynie różnorodność, to coś więcej... to... zespół cech, zwyczajów, sposobu funkcjonowania... które przekazywane są w rodzinach. Gdy... gdy mamy rodziny mieszane, nadal dziećmi określonego gatunku zajmuje się odpowiedni rodzic, aby przekazać istotne rzeczy dotyczące ich wspólnego gatunku...

Jagnię słuchało.

- Ta maluchy... zostały pozbawione przewodnictwa, a w ich wiosce nie ma innych kotów. Gdy to odkryłem... postanowiłem nauczyć ich, jak być kotami, aby nie zatracili tego... Czy wiesz, że młodszy nie umiał nawet mruczeć?

Jagnię milczało. W jego głowie powoli zaczynała się gonitwa myśli. Narinder westchnął.

- Tożsamość kulturowa jest istotna, tak samo, jak przetrwanie samego gatunku... ale rozumiem, czemu tego nie rozumiesz... Nie łączy mnie żadna szczególna emocjonalna więź z tymi kotami - pomagam im, bo nie chcę, aby byli upośledzeni jako koty... ich matka nie jest w stanie ich tego nauczyć. To jest mój sekret. Wymykałem się, bo właśnie nie chciałem, abyś pomyślał, że to dla mnie ważne osoby, że są moją rodziną... nie są. Z Mirandą mamy sprawę jasną - oboje doskonale o tym wiemy. Pomagam jej wychować synów na kotów, ale między nami jest tylko uprzejme koleżeństwo.

Nadal milczało.

- Gdy nauczę ich wszystkiego, co powinni wiedzieć o swoim własnym gatunku, usunę się całkowicie i pewnie nigdy więcej ich nie spotkam. Przy odrobinie szczęścia zdołam też nauczyć ich nieco walczyć i może nie zginą podczas pierwszej krucjaty, na którą się wybiorą...

Jagnię podniosło wzrok. W jego spojrzeniu był dziwny smutek, dziwny ból. Narinder przeczuł, co zaraz usłyszy.

- A kto ma mnie nauczyć, jak być owcą? - zabeczał cicho.

Rzadko beczał. Rzadko wchodził w ten specyficzny, owczy ton, akcent, który zaniknął w nim przez to, że nie miał praktycznie doczynienia z innymi owcami. Narinder przygryzł usta. Odpowiedź była... przykra. Nie spodoba się jego liderowi.

- Wrath, naprawdę mi przykro... - szepnął. - Nie chciałem, żeby eksterminowano cały twój gatunek, naprawdę. Shamura... też nie. Ale inni... cóż, tak się stało... może tak się musiało stać... a może wcale nie. Nie dowiemy się.

Jagnię milczało. A potem powoli podniosło wzrok. Były w nim jakieś niebezpieczne błyski.

- Czy zmarli mogą nauczać? - zapytało.

Narinder zdumiał się. Nie sądził, że jego Biskup tak szybko wpadnie na to rozwiązanie. Zdecydowanie za szybko.

- Cóż... technicznie... czemu nie, ale...

- Podjęłom więc decyzję. Miałom już dosyć sporo powodów wcześniej: chęć sprawdzenia, jak sobie radzą wyznawcy w piekle odkipienia, zanieść twojemu rodzeństwu prezenty, które dla nich przygotowałom... lecz teraz... teraz mam jeszcze jeden powód. Ja muszę się dowiedzieć. Dowiedzieć, jak to jest być owcą. Jak powinnom być owcą.

Narinder westchnął.

- Będzie trzeba przygotować dużo świec, pentagram i naprawdę porządną kotwicę... - westchnął. - Jeśli nie rozwalisz co najmniej kilku sfer piekielnych po drodze, to naprawdę będzie cud...

- Czemu miałobym coś rozwalać?

- Bo się wkurzysz. Wkurzysz się, gdy tylko porozmawiasz z którąkolwiek ze zmarłych w czasie tamtej rzezi owiec. Ja się wkurzałem, gdy ich umęczone dusze przepływały obok mnie, a jak mogłeś zauważyć, nie należę do silnie empatycznych czy współczujących osób.

Jagnię milczało. Po chwili westchnęło.

- Inny plan... Do Krainy Zmarłych muszę wejść tak czy siak... Ale... zamiast uczyć się tam, jak być owcą... czy mogę ściągnąć duszę do świata żywych? Ale nie ducha, nie pamięć... Tylko prawdziwą duszę?

- Nie możesz wskrzesić kogoś, kto zmarł zanim założyłeś Koronę i w dodatku poza obszarem twoich działań...

- Ale czy mogę przywołać i utrzymać duszę?

Narinder patrzył na niego. Było w jego spojrzeniu coś dziwnego, jakby spokój, nieco drwiny, ale przede wszystkim taksująca ocena. Jagnię wytrzymało ten wzrok.

- Tak - oznajmił Narinder. - Sądzę, że dasz radę.

- Doskonale. Więc, kiedy udam się do Krainy Zmarłych, poczynisz wszelkie przygotowania, mój przyszły najwyższy kapłanie...

- Nie jesteś już na mnie zły, że się wymykam?

- Nie. Jeśli wymykasz się dla dobra swojego gatunku, rozumiem to i szanuję. Nie musisz się wymykać, możesz po prostu chodzić tam... raz w tygodniu czy nawet dwa razy, jak wolisz.

- Wystarczy raz.

- Tylko... nie zapominaj o swoich obowiązkach względem mnie. To wszystko.

Kot skłonił się z wdzięcznością. Pomyślał: Jagnię było niekiedy podobne do niego, owszem, ale ogólnie... całkiem od niego inne. I chyba to mu się nawet w nim podobało.

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[oh-no-my-hand-slipped]

A Sneezy Season at Santa’s

Chapter 2: The Last Straw

Info About This Choose Your Own Adventure

“Oooh, the reindeer stalls! Good choice,” Cherry said. “I bet Cam’ll be happy to meet you, especially if you like animals half as much as they do!”

Instead of walking through the gate, Cherry leads you around the main building of the workshop, to a smaller, wider building a few yards away.

“I do have to warn you, though, Cam is kind of finicky about the reindeer, especially around the holidays. A few elves have spooked them on purpose…they haven’t trusted many people in there since then.”

You ask if they’d mind you being in there.

“Oh, not at all! As long as you’re with me, at least. I told them I’d be showing a new elf around…”

The stable, like most of the buildings at the Pole, was painted a cheery red, with intricate white trimmings and small marks of age — a few initials carved into the side, scratches from equipment, dents that had been painted over.

Cherry knocked with one gloved knuckle on the front of the stable, then slid the gate slightly ajar, peeking her head in.

“Cam?” she whispered.

She motioned for you to follow her as she stepped inside.

“I’ve got the new - well, hello, sweet girl!”

As you make your way inside, you see rows and rows of stalls, strangely empty, but kept very tidy. In fact, the only reindeer was a smaller doe, knelt in a pile of hay, which Cherry was now gushing over. She bent down, making kissing sounds and rubbing her fingers together.

“Aw, such a cute little reindeer! Yes you are, yes you are!”

The doe lifted its head. Its ears pinned back, and the fur on its back began to rise. Cherry began to back away.

“Woah, woah, hey - ”

The reindeer bleated, suddenly rising to its feet. It stomped its hooves, its head bucking and shaking from side to side.

You back against a stack of hay. You’d only seen reindeer on brochures, or grazing in the distance on a morning sleigh ride.

But never this close. Or as angry.

The doe lifted itself on its hind legs, front legs kicking in the air as it bleated again. Cherry put one foot behind her, lifting her arms and spreading her fingers wide.

“Hey…shhh…it’s okay…”

The glow around Cherry grew brighter once more, and the reindeer lowered itself again, shaking its head. Though it was still stomping one hoof against the old wooden floor, the doe seemed to calm.

You ask her if she’s okay. Cherry smiled, still keeping her arms raised.

“Oh, yeah, I’m okay. Honestly, it was my fault. I should have asked Cam before trying to get close. I’ve never seen this one before-”

“Whad habbened? Whad’s g-goin’ on?”

The door on the other side of the stable slid open, and another, taller elf shambled in with a hand covering the lower half of their face.

“Cam, I’m so sorry, I-” Cherry began, but Cam cut her off.

“Whad did you do?” Cam said, stalking towards you. Even with their face red with anger, their strained voice stayed quiet. “Whad’s the big idea, cobin’ in here and spookin’ my reindeer three weeks ‘fore Christmas?!”

You stammer, trying to explain. Before you could, though, Cam suddenly covers their face with their hands, and crumples in on themselves.

“hhhh’KTKTCH! KTTCH! KTTCH! KTTTCH!”

Cam sneezed and sneezed, painfully stifling them into their red gloves. Cherry takes this opportunity to intervene.

“It wasn’t their fault, Cam,” she said gently. “I was the one who provoked them. They were just so cute sleeping in the hay…”

She gave them a sheepish look.

“…I couldn’t help it.”

Cam sighed, finally getting their nose back under control.

“‘S not your fault. Aurora’s ndew. While Belle’s out trainin’ the rest, I thoughd I could let her get used to the stables. Bud she’s still a little jumpy - hhh’KTCH!”

Cam sighed, still keeping their hand over their nose.

“‘Course my allergies decide to act up just whed I try to settle her d-down…”

“Cam has a terrible allergy to hay,” Cherry explains, shaking her head. “But, of course, they won’t work anywhere else.”

Cam sniffled indignantly. “I’ve raised these reindeer since they were colts - snf! - nobody else knows how to take care of ‘em.”

“Did you at least take your allergy medicine?”

“I was out all night with Blitzen…got stuck in that bramble again. I didn’t have t-tibe to - hhh’KTTTCH!”

You cringe. Cam’s stifles are only getting more painful.

You decide to make a suggestion.

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[from-nobody-to-nightmare]

Chapter 3: Amongst the Roses

“Most of the successful people I've known are the ones who do more listening than talking." Bernard Barugh

Flat on my back I felt myself regain consciousness. Pawing at the ground below me gave way to the soft crunch and the earthy scent of grass. I opened my eyes to a red-tinted sky with a precariously glowing pentagram hanging in the sky. “Huh, First time I noticed that,” I whispered. Taking a deep breath I noticed an all too familiar afterscent. It wasn’t as bad as before but it reminded me of well water with its eggy potency. “Ugh… Fart Water.” I muttered as I sat up already exhausted from the misadventure before. Whatever I was trying to think of next grew to a halt as I stared down my legs in disbelief. “I have hooves!?”

I exclaimed my eyes wide in shock as I looked at my new feet for the first time. I patted up and down my deep grey legs to feel if they were actually mine. “I don’t remember being so plush.”, as I patted down my thighs. There was a bit more cushion than I remembered. I peeked under the top of my gown to find a jungle of …. Fuzz? Was it hair? Was it fur?.... What was I covered in? I leaned back only to feel a pinch. “Ow.” I stood up quickly twisting around and grabbing whatever was behind me; I yipped, “Ow!” again followed by an after bleat. It was a tail! It was soft and fluffy and as long as my forearm. I facepalmed “Why did I do that again, and when did this happen!?”  A deep sigh of resignation left me as I dusted myself off. 

Turning around I saw a well-kept stone brick path a few steps away from where I was. Glancing in both directions I weighed my options and decided to go right with my bare hooves clicking against the pavement. Honestly, I don’t know how much it would have mattered; but at least it was a lot nicer than the hellscape I left behind, at least I hope it was. It felt too strange to be real. I grew uneasy at that thought and hugged my arms into my chest as my eyes scanned my surroundings. “Roses…” I whispered; They looked so lovely even under the trees, and the trees. Their branches lightly touched forming a tunneling canopy, it was like out of a fairytale It was a while before I saw a lamp post with direction signs and a bench. I looked at the arrow signs quizzically.

Cannibal Town➡ 

⬅ Doomsday District 

“Hmmm…. Such appealing choices.” I muttered to myself in a voice laced with sarcasm.  I huffed in frustration as I sat on the bench to gather my thoughts on what to do. 

I need new clothes, this hospital gown isn’t cutting it. Then the self-questioning came in cascades; but where would I go? Judging by the signs there must be civilization close by, but how would I pay? Well, I could work it off, but how? My mind went in circles as I became increasingly lost in thought. 

“Pardon me, young miss; thee seemeth to be woefully underdressed; are thou perhaps a mistress of the evening? If’t be true thou hath chosen quite a poor location for thy trade?”, a quizzaciously spooky, and reverberating voice spoke from beside me. My rear hopped a little in my seat as I was taken aback by what looked like a tall thin man with a wry smile; all dressed in black with a glowing spider on their chest and a very tall, patchy hat. Still baffled by our first interaction, and trying really, really hard not to think about the spider I looked up and stated the obvious,“ You have a very tall hat.” That smile became a look of bemusement followed by a rather polite chuckle at that response. “Ha, ha; never in all mine years in the underworld I had not expected an answer quite like so; do you not fear me, child?” In my dazed expression, I uttered, “ I’m sorry?; am I supposed to?” He took out a hand from underneath his cloak and placed a long curled finger onto his chin “A more forceful reception is more oft more commonplace, yes.” A sheepish smile took over my face, “ Apologies then; I’m feeling rather overwhelmed at the moment, I think there may be some delay.”

“Quite alright child; though I usually elicit more screams with mine visage; yet here thou art so placid in expression”, he slyly grinned looking down at me as he leaned down. “Tell me, what has thy mind so engrossed that all becomes an afterthought.” Getting  a better view of his face I blurted out, “Wow, you have a lot of eyes.” Then I immediately facepalmed in embarrassment,” Ahh…Jeez.” His chortling continued.  I hung my head low in my hands muffling mournfully, “Keep laughing if you must, it’s not going to change anything. I felt like my worst fears had already come to pass. I had died, and now I am forever disconnected from all I have ever known; now I’m lost in what seems to be a realm of perpetual nightmares.…. Though this area feels nicer than where I woke up last.” 

He paused to catch his breath, “ It may not have been what I initially expected; but thy pained countenance has certainly brought joy to mine soul, young lady.” I peeked my eyes between my fingers dolefully with my mouth still muffled, “ You’re welcome I suppose; it’s not like I could save face anyways.” He gave a relaxed smile to counter my dejected face, “Regardless of our initial introduction….. Might I enquire as to what brought you here?”, He said leaning towards my ear. 

“What brought me where? The park?” I  quickly shrugged as I looked to and fro and then at him again.

“Hmm… Yes and no; perhaps I lacked clarity. What I meant to enquire is; What hath brought you to the realm of eternal damnation, little lamb?

My face twisted in slight annoyance, “Little lamb?” I quickly shrugged off that comment. I gripped the edge of the bench to steady myself as I leaned back and took a deep breath to gather my thoughts. A forlorn sigh left me, as I opened my eyes to look up at a blood-red sky, “ That’s what I’d like to know too….”

“Hmm?” he looked at me rather puzzled as I continued, “ I mean, I know I died in the operating room. I understand that, but I arrived at Heaven’s Gates only to be denied because my name wasn’t in some book. Then they dropped me like a bag of rocks over a waterfall, and I ended up kissing the ground at what felt like Mach 4. The next thing I knew, I woke up at what was ostensibly a nightmare junkyard with a migraine headache, only to be hunted by a pack of marauders. I was still awake when I got away, and then everything went dark after I heard a truck pass. After I came to I found myself in the grass somewhere around here.” 

“My that was quite the misadventure. I have never been so close to the gates of paradise to see them for mine own; care to tell me more?”, he replied.

I huffed sadly turning away from the sky to stare at my now cloven feet. Trying to concentrate again I pinched the bridge of my nose attempting to recall what I saw. “Ehhhh…. Let’s see…. Lots of clouds, a golden path leading up to a gilded podium, and massively ostentatious golden gates behind that. There was also a winged man who in my opinion felt rife with false sincerity. At least that’s how he felt when he couldn’t find my name. If putting everyone else before me out of love could not get me in; why even send me there in the first place? What do they so callously measure souls by? Ugh... just the thought of it all makes me feel so angry….” I furrowed my brow, “....and betrayed.” It was the first time since I arrived in hell that I got a chance to reflect on everything that transpired. I closed my eyes as they began to water trying to fight back the tears.

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**Authors note:

Hello everyone Author here. I don't know if I got this right, and I know that this chapter seems to cut off short, but the cut-off is on purpose because I felt that perspective switches work better in their own chapters. So far most of the story has been in first person i.e. inside looking out. The next chapter is supposed to be outside looking in. Again sorry if it feels weird; I've never tried this before.

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[sparrowsworkshop]

“Watched” by OneWingedSparrow; Chapter 1

Last Chapter >>> Fic Summary: Despite Colin's worry for his safety, Link ventures to the barn at night to check on the goats, unaware of the events transpiring behind his back. Main Tags: Twilight Princess, pre-canon, Link & Rusl & Uli & Colin, TP Link & the Hero’s Shade, Ghosts, Suspense, Assassination Attempt, Angst with a Happy Ending, Found Family Read on AO3 Reblogs are appreciated! ~ Ordon Village didn’t see storms often, but when they came, they were something. Harvest season always brought more rain and wind than was typical. Fretting over Link’s safety in the newly built treehouse he had recently moved into, Uli always insisted that Link come over during heavy windstorms. While Link felt confident in the stability of his home under any weather conditions, he never protested the invitation, since visiting Rusl and Uli’s meant quality time with his adoptive family and an opportunity to chow down on Uli’s famous pumpkin and carrot soup. “Have some more,” Uli encouraged, and ladeled another helping into his bowl without asking for permission. “This season always leaves you hungrier than any other.” Link swallowed a bite of warm sourdough bread before replying. “I'd be happy to," he said with a grin. "Thanks, Uli." Seated beside Link at the table, Colin stirred his spoon through his soup over and over again, watching the herbs swirl around. “I want more, Mama, but I’m getting stuffed.” Uli raised an eyebrow at the empty plate before him, which was littered with crumbs. "Maybe someone had too much bread tonight, hmm?" "But the bread is good!" Colin exclaimed. "Right, Link?" Busy blowing on his soup, Link flashed him a thumbs-up. The outside door burst open then, shooing cold air and a very drenched Rusl into the house. “Mighty strong shower out there,” he commented, kicking his boots off. “Good thing Fado brought the goats in early tonight.” "Oh!" At the reminder, Link set down his spoon. “I should check on them. It’s my week for night patrol.” “But it’s dark out there,” Colin said worriedly. A particularly big gust of wind passed over the house, causing the roof to rattle. “I taught him how to use a sword, I think he’ll be all right,” Rusl said, taking a seat at the table. Uli shook the ladel at him. “No, you don’t, mister. Wash those grubby hands first!” With a sheepish grin, Rusl rose and headed for the washbasin. Colin glanced anxiously towards the window, though it was obscured by the curtains. Link slipped on his boots and shrugged on his parka. “I’ll be all right, Colin. I’m not afraid of the dark.” *        *        * A pleasantly steady shower drenched him before he’d even finished crossing the creek. The village was dark, the rainclouds having blocked out the moon and all stars, but Link knew his way over the muddy path well enough he could have confidently traversed it blind. Despite the water resistance of his parka, Link felt bogged down by the downpour, and was all too glad for the cozy shelter of the barn. Steady rain thrummed on the roof, but the goats were strangely silent. Usually they bleated a chorus of welcomes, or at the very least, shuffled around in their stalls, scuffing straw. "You're awful quiet," Link called out, slipping his hood off and shaking out his hair. There was no response, save for a gust blowing a spray through the open door. Link heaved it shut and bolted it. As the bolt clacked into place, his numb fingers froze over the grainy wood. Prickles crept up his neck.

His many years spent hunting with Rusl had trained him to recognize this feeling. The feeling of being watched. Uneasy jitters that could transform the hunter into the hunted, and convince even the most footloose wanderer that they were unlawfully trespassing. That dreadful awareness of being alone, with no one around to come to your aid. He was alone...but he wasn’t, because the goats were there. Forcefully, Link shook his head. He was safe. There was no danger. Nothing was wrong. No sense letting childish worries hinder his work. Whistling to himself, he made rounds, tending to each of the goats in turn. This wasn’t strictly part of his and Fado’s patrol—usually they checked the troughs for refilling and the stalls for mucking, and made sure the goats were settling down—but a certain unease drifted in the air, and he wanted to be certain the entire herd was fine. “Easy there, missus,” Link soothed the old nanny Dot as his fingers quickly carded a mat in the tangled wool on her back. “You’re trembling something awful.” Dot’s knobby legs didn’t stop shaking. Maybe she was cold. “Why so tense, Juniper?” he asked as he refilled a trough from a bulging burlap sack. “It’s just a good ole rain from Ordona, makin’ your grass nice and green again.” Juniper only stretched her big eyes wider, locked in a staring contest with nothing that he could see. “Silent treatment, huh?” Link raised an eyebrow at Bogo’s rump, which was turned his direction. “What’d me and Fado ever do to you today that you’re huffing about it?” The old goat faced the wall stubbornly, as if he couldn’t bear to look at Link. Link investigated every member of the herd, but found no clue as to what was causing them to act so strangely. Though dutiful and methodical, he neglected to look behind him. He did not see what passed straight through the old barn door, translucent as a cloud. A pale blue lantern floated through the air, teetering violently back and forth, slinking nearer to the boy like the gleaming eyes of a stalking predator. ~ Last Chapter >>>

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