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m1ssunderstanding · 3 months

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Understanding Lennon McCartney Rewatch Part 2.3

Yoko, you're hilarious. Sirens going off in her brain. “Alert! They're into childhood bedroom crush confessions territory. Redirect! Redirect!”

But also I find them so ridiculous. All the men in this. Is it just a case of men always assuming women are talking more than they are? Because I am definitely not hearing Yoko talking for John here. Or is this a rare case?

Paul’s scouse getting progressively thicker as the argument intensifies. Trying to finish his point as John's interrupting him. “But. Bot! Boot!! I do think –”Ugh it's so sexy. Sorry, anyway.

Paul's pep talk to John is super cute, but what does he mean, exactly? “we would actually all have dug to see you kick that telephone box in.” What is this metaphor? What does he want John to break? Or does he just mean John should act out more?

Okay but in this interview, she's definitely doing 90% of the talking even when the interviewer specifically asks just John. So if that's how they are in meetings or whatever then okay I could see that being frustrating.

Ow. Fuck. Hate that moment.

John: another Lennon/McCartney original entitled “All I Want is You”. Paul: Allan Wanna Too . . . Al Aronovitz. John: Al Aronovitz if you'll Aronovitz. We'll both Aronovitz together. Ugh sometimes you can just hear the voices in their heads being like “no don't tell him you like his song, that's pathetic! God, you're such a loser for even thinking it.” And sometimes . . . It's this. There's no in between.

John knows if Paul's singing “Darling” he's talking to him. Look at his expression as he's watching Paul sing “stand by me Darling, Darling.”

“Dig it” is actually insane. Paul: if you want it, you can get it. You can get it if you can dig it up. John: I can hardly keep my hands still. John: if you want it all you gotta do is ask for it. Paul: (intermittent with John, starts a crescendo of “yeah. Yeah! Yeah! YEAH!” and “want it. Want it. Want it. Want it.”) John continues: Nicely. Say pretty please and you're gonna get it. You're gonna get it alright, you're gonna get it. This time you're gonna get it good!

The looks as they're making fun of something important to him. Poor George.

See and here's the thing. If George knows basically what happened in India (which from this quote that's what I'm deducing) then Paul knows. You know?

Okay you know the “I love you, blue” moment from Get Back? I was feeling so devastated for John that there was no response to that and someone very smart pointed out in the tags that this moment could be interpreted as Paul's coded reply which I think is a lovely idea. And seems legit especially since John responds with song lyrics.

Paul: no that's good, that one. John: okay, tick it. Paul: I Love that one. John: thank you. Paul: I really do. John: I enjoy it too sometimes.

Peter Jackson why didn't you include these bits in your film? Huh? Huh? Was it because it was too homosexuality for you?

John's voice singing “you can imitate anyone you know” over teeny clips of Paul doing about fifty different impressions. It's so phenomenal.

John's “pleeeeeheeeease” actually makes me want to cry. He's begging with everything he's got. It's like he's a baby, really truly, and it physically hurts. If I was the one he was talking to in that song, I don't know if I could survive.

But Paul is sure. They're stuck. He can't give John what he wants.

Yoko tries to give John a kiss and he's so harsh. “Stop it!” If my boy ever talked to me like that . . . Let's just say I wouldn't be sitting with him at work anymore.

And then he's laying with his head in her lap, laughing madly with Paul. See what I mean? If Paul would just let John lay in his lap, I guarantee Yoko would not be there.

A coded exchange PJ left out. You can tell when they start to talk in code just by their tone. Suddenly they're a bit more even-keeled, a bit slower, clearer in their speech. Paul: achieve something every day. It may in theory sound silly, but . . . John: in practice . . . Paul: it's even sillier. But in practice, it's all there is. John: this is where it's at. Paul: this is where it's at unless that is where it's at. John: this is where it's at now. Paul: teamwork. A good defense. John: you play ball with me and I'll play ball with you. Paul: could be learning something instead of this you know.

There's a reason Let it Be is played at funerals, folks.

Is it just me or has Paul literally never looked uglier? Linda's a babe, though. John and Yoko both look cool and hot ASF.

Again, the song choices. “Goodbye (Paul's Version. From the Vault.)” Played over the double wedding footage? Okay. Goodbye, my love.

#paul mccartney #the beatles #john lennon #mclennon #ringo starr #george harrison #yoko ono #linda eastman #understanding lennon mccartney #ulm

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cryinginmyroomsposts · 9 months

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In the Night | Mingyu Drabble

tags: fluff, just pure fluff, college boyfriend Mingyu, non-idol!au

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You’ve known Mingyu for less than three months. The two of you met accidentally as you tried to grab the same textbook from the uni library and ended up studying together for a class you hadn’t realised you had together.

Mingyu was everything you have looked for in a guy- he’s soft, careful, funny, respectful, emotionally intelligent and hot, oh so hot! You knew since day 1 that it was a steep slope falling for him and it took you all your energy to stop yourself.

Every morning you’d give yourself the biggest pep talk about not falling for this giant little puppy of a man and he would say or do something that would make your heart flip into fifteen different pieces. A gentle “are you okay” when he can see you stressed out or a thoughtful donut he gets you if he knows you’ve been working hard. Even the way he shyly accepts you’re lunch when you bring extra for him has you’re heart melting. And when he cooks for you, you’re heart explodes into a million pieces and only his food can piece it back together to form a beautiful rose in place of the thorns you had in your heart.

Mingyu was right, the both of you were right. But you didn’t know if he knew this. You didn’t want to assume he knew this. Mingyu openly gives love to all his friends, you’ve seen it countless times. He just was a loving person. So it was very easy to assume you read the signs all wrong.

That’s why you did all you could to keep your heart and head in check. After the first month there was no denying that you’d fallen for him, it was pointless to lie to yourself. But you still tried you level best to keep the little infatuation in check (you failed but you want to be in denial about that for as long as possible).

Repeating the “Mingyu might only see you as a friend” mantra has worked till now, pretty well. But it is slowly failing you, especially today, as you both sit on the bench near the pier watching the Han river and the Seoul city skyline. As the sun sets and the chilly winds take its place along with the pink violet hues of the sky, Mingyu slowly shifted from his initial position on the other end of the bench to sitting close enough for your shoulders to brush.

“I’m cold.” Was his excuse and honestly you were slightly cold too and did not mind the warmth emanating from him at the moment.

You find yourself sighing at the peaceful sight in front of you. From your peripheral vision you can see Mingyu’s mouth curved in a pretty soft smile. You liked it when he looked peaceful and at that moment he looked legitimately ethereal.

Mingyu moving closer to you unleashed a confidence you’ve been suppressing for months. You give into the bliss of the view and slowly lean on him. You didn’t realise what you’d done until you feel your head touches his shoulder. It feels warm. You can feel the bones and muscles beneath his jacket when you lay your head.

You stay still for a couple seconds, gauging his reaction. He doesn’t move, in fact he is stiff as stone for a whole minute. A big part of your head if balding like a police siren but your heart feels good.

One minute or an eternity passes, the concept of time is not your priority now. But after a few beats you feel it. The muscular arm that comes around your shoulder. The hands that pause a second above your shoulder and eventually is placed there. The warmth that coursed through your body when you’re slowly pushed further into Mingyu’s chest.

Then you hear him sigh-not a painful, tried sigh of exhaustion but one of pure content. The smile that forms on your face feels as natural as breathing.

Mingyu and you have spent a lot of time together in the last three months- in the same physical space and otherwise too. But you’ve never been close physically. A random side-hug here and a handshake there when you meet or part ways for the day was the usual physical contact.

This was a domain neither of you’d planned on exploring and it felt good. It felt surprisingly amazing considering you’ve never been one for physical contact. In all of your existence you’ve never initiated or accepted physical contact from anyone expect your mother. This felt new.

New, exciting and comforting.

You expected your heart to race in a million directions but for once it felt like you’re heart was home.

“Thank you.”

Mingyu’s voice comes out so softly and silent that you almost miss it. You try to lean back and turn to look at him but he holds you still with his arms. You crane your neck to look at him, doing your best to contain the smile and blush creeping up your cheeks.

“For what?”

He looks down at you, his eyes glistening glimmering like re beautiful night sky filled with a thousand stars.

“For trusting me enough to be… here.” He looks at his arms around you and back at your face. You can see the tinge of red on his face too. He’s definitely biting on his inner cheek to stop himself from smiling like an idiot.

But when you smile at him fully he also breaks into a full shy and happy smile.

This makes you take the leap. And so in an instant you throw your hands around his neck and he is thrown aback. But mingyu is smart enough to come back to senses immediately and move his hands to your waist as he slowly pulls you into his lap.

The sensible part of your brain is screaming that it’s a public space and this is Mingyu and you might’ve just ruined your friendship. But tonight you choose to be an idiot. So does Mingyu apparently.

The both of you stay in the embrace for a couple the. You soaking in his scent and warmth, and him breathing you in.

He pulls back to look at your face. He studies your face and the blush that creeps up on your face make you close your eyes out of embarrassment.

“Hey, look at me.” He says as he lifts your chin up with one finger and you open your eyes to see him.

Mingyu smiles, you smile.

“Hi.” He sounds breathless.

“Hi.” You’re voice drips of anticipation and shyness

“Is this real?” He looks nervous. You chuckle as he bites into his lips.

“It is for me.” His grip on your waist gets slightly tighter and you’re flush against him. Holding your breath as you wait for his verbal response.

“Took you long enough.”

Mingyu laughs and it reverberates in your soul.

“Maybe we shouldn’t be doing this in public…” you suggest meekly. You’re scared he’s going to think you are a pervert and moving too ahead of yourself.

“Yeah sure.” Mingyu smiles his million-dollar smile. “Don’t worry, we can do this however we want it. No pressure.”

His words make you want to cry because how can one human be so understanding and kind. But instead you smile and give him a tight hug before you get up and offer your hand to him.

Mingyu beams at you from his place on the bench, his eyes are wet now.

“Is everything alright Gyu?”

“Never better angel.”

What are organs for if they don’t melt at everything this gorgeous, kind golden retriever of a man says and does!

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hypequeenves · 2 months

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Before the Hotel

This is Chapter One of: Before the Hotel. It is a written work detailing a little bit of what life was like for Vesper before the events of the Blog. Word Count: 2684

Chapter One: Old Grudges Everyone loves a good game, the push and pull of power - the delicate dance of ownership. It begins with a glance, a look across a crowded club – a singular moment of recognition sparking the flame for a blaze of new circumstances.

The prize?

In hell, a bed of sinners all scrambling, scampering over one another to reach the top – there really is only one prize worth winning.

Something far more precious than mere material possessions. The acquisition of one’s very being: their soul.

Angel knew this dance all too well. He knew the give and take, being trapped slowly, limb by limb, not realising the danger until he had already lost.

This is how he found himself where he was right now. Outside the very tower that holds him prisoner on a daily basis – the Princess of Hell standing right next to him. A quick look at Charlie’s face showed him a reflection of his own apprehensive emotions.

With a deep breath, Angel swallowed the lump in his throat – uncharacteristically quiet.

“Are you sure we should be here?” Charlie’s voice was clipped, her usual peppy cadence flattened by the weight of all that’s been left unsaid.

“You want the hotel to succeed?” Angel’s reply was stilted but cut an edge of resistance.

“You know I do” Charlie’s hand finds his, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

“Then we need her”.

A look of resolution paints Angel’s face as he steps forward, the automatic doors of the Vee’s tower opening obediently as he strides forward.

The screams, shouts and sirens of Hell deaden as the doors slid closed behind them. The familiar thudding of bass, enveloping the two – Angel recognises it as her music. The kind of pop-rock that worms its way into your head, and before you know it you find yourself humming the lyrics while you wash the dishes.

With a small squeeze from Charlie’s hand, Angel recovers enough to put one foot in front of the other. The pounding music gets louder, the deep base vibrating the walls.

“So…” Charlie pipes up, filling the silence with nervous talking. “How did you meet her?”

Angel shrugs nonchalantly, hoping to summon the look of indifference. “She works for Vox, who works with my Bos-“ he cuts himself short “-with Valentino”.

Angel takes a few more strides before he finds himself also needing to fill the quiet. “She- doesn’t like me much”.

Charlie tilts her head, frowning lightly. “Why?”

Angel runs an anxious hand through his hair. ” Cause I, well you know how I am – how I was before this Hotel shit.”

Charlie nods sagely, understanding Angel’s boundaries enough now to not press the subject further. “Gosh, but a pop star – I’ve been listening to her music since she debuted.” She looks up at Angel trying to judge his reaction, his gaze is still fixed down the hall. “Even Vaggie likes her music.” Angel looks down at her, a cheeky smile on his face.

“No fucking way!” He laughs “Now that’s a surprise.”

Charlie nods in agreement.

“Vesper is…” Angel tried to think of a nice way of putting it “a bitch” he sighs giving up. “Just be prepared for a rejection – I-I’m not even sure she would want to talk to me.”

Angel pulls them to a stop, the door standing impassively in front of them bearing her name, the V looping from a heart into the rest. Charlie adjusts her grip on Angel, swinging him gently to look at her.

“Angel, you are the sweetest, the kindest guy I know” The pep slowly comes back to her tone as she continues “Maybe you weren’t great to her back then – but you’ve grown up a lot since then.” She grips two of his hands and smiles widely at him “You’ve got this! We are doing this for Sir Pentious!”

Anthony takes a deep breath and Angel comes back to him, grinning widely.

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A heeled boot taps impatiently against the tiled floor of a dressing room. Deep thumping music keeps rhythm with the sharp clicking of her foot.

Inky black boots give way to a dusky pale blue ankle, the splattering of freckles found there trails up to curved hips barely contained by a tight skirt. Above which holds the plane of a flat stomach and a set of Satan-gifted tits.

Said pair of long legs and tits, sits, leaning back in a chair, the backrest emblazoned with her name. One hand scrolling absentmindedly on her phone, the popstar holds a can of sickly-sweet energy in her other – taking intermittent sips.

A team of stressed-looking imps dance around her, pulling and pinning her obnoxiously floor-length hair into a high ponytail.

The picture of a perfect pop star.

Vesper was having a good day. A great day even.

Hour 13 of the music videos for her new EP was going smoothly, as was the ad campaign for said EP and she was having a merciful break from the sweaty studio to boot!

Her thumb double tapped on a photo – Vox, arm wrapped tightly around her waist as she gives the camera the middle finger – wolfish grin plastered on her face. His lips curled into one of his most impressive megawatt smiles, the caption reading: ‘My seventh year working with this absolute powerhouse of a pop star! This one’s for you Ves, here’s to seven more!’

A small fond smile creeps up on her face; he remembered their anniversary.

Speak of the Devil.

A sharp shock of wrists and ankles brought Vesper out of her fond stupor. Vesper’s smile fell, giving way to her normal petulant frown.

“There’s my money maker!” the sound of classic poker slot jingles emended from a spot behind her head.

A middle finger was all Vesper gave the man she called Boss as a greeting. The clicking of wingtip shoes against the tile, a steady hand tilted her chin up from her phone, her eyes found the mirror in front of them.

“What’s got Hell’s favourite Siren so out of sorts?!”

Vesper gave the man a harsh glare through the mirror framing them both perfectly.

Vesper hated when he would do this, checking in on her. You’d think seven years was enough time to gain a modicum of trust from old Pixel Brain, but she had underestimated just how much of a control freak he could be.

It was seven years ago that Vesper had signed the contract. Eight years since she had brute-forced her way into his office proposition in tow. Eight years since that night.

A metallic hand slid around her shoulder, the cold metal leaving a trail of goosebumps on her skin. Vox’s hand found what it was looking for – a chunky V-shaped cuff that clung to her neck. Similarly shaped cuffs adorn her wrists and ankles. Some might say jewellery, but they both knew what it was: a physical manifestation of her contract. A visible message to everyone - herself including – just who owned ‘Hell’s Favourite Siren’.

Vesper wasn’t dumb, nor was she naïve. This was a purposeful transaction. Vesper was a businesswoman at heart, and since her fall into Hell; Vesper had put that heart into action.

Vesper dropped her phone, the sparkling blue tech vanishing into the ether. Handing her drink to the awaiting hands of her hell-born assistants Clay and Cole the popstar finally spoke.

“You messed up my hair with your static bullshit” she growled swatting at his claw and playing with her necklace.

A chuckle came easily to Vox, his companion had always been quick to temper. It seemed he was drawn in by those with a short fuse.

“Apologies, you know I always want you perfect.”

“Let Clay and Cole do their job then! Go back to whatever crawlspace you apparated from and Let. Me. Work.” The popstars ever tapping feet, accelerated – the music keeping up with the tempo change. Electric guitar picks up in the melody – adding a sting of what could only be described as frustration to the catchy beat.

Vox’s steady fingers started working, combing through her tresses, pinning, teasing, and spraying her hair into the perfect high pony. She could feel the drag of cold metal against her scalp, it felt like a ripple of electricity zipping up her spine.

As he finished, he leant down – pressing the plastic of his screen against her cheek. “See. ꝑēɍӻēȼⱦ.”

Vesper rolled her eyes at him a small smile betraying her fondness of her boss, before pushing him away again before standing.

Vox watched the star stretch out - arms above head, assessing her face, the cut of the clothing, the shape of her hips. A hum of satisfaction passed his lips, He had chosen well when he decided to take a chance on this nobody sinner.

“How long do I have?” Vesper grabbed her drink back from Clay. Even when talking her voice was trained, and measured, phone appearing from nowhere in her hand she turned away from him.

“Ten minutes, forty-five seconds-“ Vox is cut short as two figures breech the door of Vesper’s dressing room. Vox’s signature smile falls at the sight of his least favourite porn star. Before his eyes widened at another truly unexpected sight; Charlie Morningstar.

He snuck a glance over at Vesper, trying to gauge her reaction to the unlikely pair walking through the door. Her face was painted with a look of indifference, but the grip on her drink was so tight that her knuckles were white.

She was angry.

His smile returned quickly “Miss Morningstar!” the lanky man quickly cleared the distance between them slinging a casual arm around the princess. “What a surprise! What brings you to my beautiful studio?!” He leans in more lowering his voice “I heard your last trip here was rather… warm?”

You could cut the tension with a knife.

Vesper cocks one hip to the side “Better be careful of any electronics in the area Boss, no one likes a re-run”.

This elicits a chuckle from the CEO, and with a confident stride forward, Vox takes his place standing right next to Vesper again.

“You are so right Ves, so, Charlie - how can WE help you TODAY?!” He pulls Vesper in by the waist and raises an eyebrow at the two expectantly.

“Well…” Charlie begins, pushing down the growing sense of anger in her stomach. “As you know, the Hotel is having… a hard time recruiting new demons.” She pauses, desperately trying to find the right words. “And we were hoping… that Vesper…”

Vox’s grip on Vesper’s waist tightens possessively at the sound of Vesper's name.

“Would come play shows at the Hotel! It would draw in new people and it would be so much fun and you could meet all of Angel’s new friends…” Charlie continues quickly and excitedly like the floodgates of a new idea breaking open. But her speech was nothing but static to Vesper's ears, she was furious. Her eyes pinned Angel to the wall, her grip on her drink coiling, closing until it crumpled under her grip. The sticky liquid flowed down her wrist and fell in droplets from her elbow.

The song blaring against the speakers sharply changes, heavy metal piercing through them.

“God, you are just the WORST.” Vesper's voice was filled with unending malice. Sharp and cruel, an entirely different tone than when she snaps at her boss.

“Oh, here we go…” Angel huffs rolling his eyes.

“After all this time, no calls, not even a fucking text” the star begins to take slow strides towards Angel. “And now, when I’ve finally made something of myself - here you are” Another stride arms stretched wide, she was closing in on her target.

“I would feel bad for you knowing how absolutely pathetic this is, but that would mean I gave a FUCK about you, and clearly” the pop star gestures to the room around her “I’ve got better things going on”. Vesper finally closes the gap, poking Angel directly in the chest. Charlie shifts quickly, pushing Vesper’s arm away from Angel – standing between the two. Horns growing, hair flowing.

Angel was right, she is a bitch.

Vesper laughs, moving backwards – ignoring Charlie completely, centring her deadly glaze on Angel. Her look was probing, assessing; like from one look, she could know everything about someone, right down to their underwear choice. Like she was taking in all eight years of change

‘Using more people to hide behind? Wow, we really have ascended Angel, whose dick did you have to suck to get the Princess of Hell to stand up for you? Never mind, we all know the answer is everyone and anyone” Vesper’s arms crossed with a satisfied smile. The music fades, the tension in the room so thick that you could reach out and grip it.

“And… CUT!” Vox strides back up to Vesper, arm slung around her shoulder – the red dot on the upper right corner blinking off. “That’s gonna go viral Dove.” He whispers into the crook of her neck. Vesper’s smile turns wolfish.

“Well! Looks like you got the answer you came here for!”

“Fuck. You. Ves.” Angel grits out through clenched teeth, his one golden tooth gleaming under the room's neon lights.

Vesper raises a single delicate eyebrow by way of response.

“Okay, I think that’s our cue to leave Angel” the Princess begins to shuffle Angel out of the room.

“You’re so fuckin’ sore about something that happened eight years ago! You should really take the time to bend over and remove the stick from your ass. Uptight bitch doesn’t suit you, Nessie” Angel threw out her nickname like a soldier would throw a javelin.

The spear finds its target. Vesper’s grin drops, contempt quickly replacing it. Vox’s grip tightens as she goes to take a step forward, keeping her in place.

‘I’m surprised you have time to be concerned with my ass – when your heads so far up your own, Toni” She pulls out the weapon made of something that used to be fond and hurls it right back at him.

Before it finds its mark Vox interrupts them “You should listen to your therapist Angel. She seems like the smart one between the two of you.” He pauses looking Charlie up and down before adding “And that’s saying something”.

After one last long glare between Angel and Vesper, the dressing room door slams shut, leaving the two separate pairs seething.

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“Fucking CUNT – I can’t believe that shit!” Angel spat, one of four hands running soothingly through his locks. “I mean I expected it to be awkward, she had a vicious tongue even back then – but fuck me! That’s not the same Ves I knew”.

Angel was pacing, back and forth in the dingy alley flanking the Vee’s tower. Charlie’s eyes follow back and forth as he does so, seemingly lost for words.

“The Ves I knew, hated Vox. She didn’t take any bullshit from no one”

A flash of a memory: Vesper lying on his couch legs draped lazily over the armrests. It was a quiet moment after one of Val’s episodes. She chucked a note, the folded butterfly landing smoothly on his desk.

“You hold more power than you think Toni. Remember, you’re the prize – not him”

Stuck back into the present - Angel’s pacing paused, turning to his wide-eyed companion.

“How could someone change so much in so little time?”

Charlie hums thoughtfully - taking her time to answer, “You know how you put on the mask of Angel?” Angel gives a single nod in affirmation. “Well, some people just forget it’s a mask – they don’t take it off and it just becomes who they are”. Charlie pats Angel on the shoulder “I think I’m done with this place Angel, let go home”.

Angel agrees it’s been a long night – though a small thought nagged in the back of his mind.

Would he have turned out like that if he never moved to the Hotel?

Guess he’ll never know; he really did luck out when Charlie found him on that corner.

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pixelmensupremacy · 10 months

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Could you do a re2 cop Leon x an EMT male reader? I hope you’re still doing requests!

A/N: I took my sweet time writing this, fro which I deeply apologize. Also I haven't written any man x man dynamic since middle school and I tried my best!

Word count: almost 1.3k

WARNINGS: male!reader, mentions of wounds and blood, not proof read

A cacophony of bright red and blue hues flashed in erratic manner, throwing rays of light in the darkest, loneliest hours of the night akin to a beacon of light, yet not one of hope but rather one that frightened the distressed souls further. The unsettling melody of the sirens echoed in his ears; long ago had he gotten used to the unpleasant sound that ironically wasn’t associated with anything positive even if the opposite was its core value. His eyes fluttered closed; silently he bared himself for the worst even though no mental pep talk could’ve prepared him for the things he had witnessed throughout his career as an emergency medical technician- though luckily for him this night that wasn’t the case.

Arriving at the address of the call, (Y/N) was rather pleasantly surprised to see familiar faces. Lieutenant Marvin Branagh along with his new colleague officer Leon Scott Kennedy; an ever so faint smile curled the corners of his lips as he approached the two men with his medical supplies in hand. The few seconds it took him to walk up to the uniformed men seemed prolonged as if someone had put him in slow motion as a form of a twisted game that tested him- and he was giving in. He found himself observing the younger man, no matter how much he fought the urge he couldn’t peel his eyes off of the charming officer. His sandy bangs fell elegantly on the sides of his face, framing it perfectly, his azure eyes glimmered with energy typical to someone who’s hopeful and even naïve, yet that’s what made them captivating, for he saw his younger self in them.

“Good evening.” Immediately (Y/N) anchored the attention to himself. Leon flinched, which lead (Y/N) to think the young officer was startled by his presence though the warm smile that appeared on his face proved that to not be the case.

“Mister (L/N), we’re so glad you came.” Lieutenant Branagh struck his partner with a look of disapproval that went unnoticed by the officer.

“You better have a good reason to disturb my peace on a Friday evening.” The smile on Leon’s face froze as the joy in his features was swapped with guilt in the matter of seconds. Numerous words of apologies rolled off his lips as panic settled within him; (Y/N) couldn’t hold back the smile that curled the corners of his mouth, it made him feel guilty though he couldn’t help but find his pouting expression utterly adorable.

“I’m just messing with you. What’s the problem?”

“I believe my partner may have gotten injured. He could use medical attention.” And with that the Lieutenant left the two men alone; the air seemed to warm up despite the low temperatures of the night. Silently, (Y/N) placed his equipment on a nearby bench and began browsing through the contents of his bag. Leon froze as he watched him sort out the necessary tools, too bewitched by his presence to even care to breathe, yet even if Leon was pass out he would immediately receive medical treatment; he noted how his hands delicately held the bandages and how he carefully placed them near the pale container with rubbing alcohol. Such simple motion was inexplicably captivating to the officer as if had been caught under a spell that had him dumbfounded.

“Please have a seat, officer.” Heat rose to his cheeks, dusting them with soft pink; immediately he obliged and sat on the bench opposite of the medical technician though that wasn’t for long, since he stood up only to kneel before the officer. Without uttering a single word, he took the officer’s hand and began pressing at it with the tips of his fingers from his wrist all the way to the valley where his forearm met his biceps, his fingers wrapped around Leon’s wrist as he folded his arm towards him. Breathlessly, the officer observed (Y/N)’s face; his eyebrows were drawn together, his eyes were slightly squinted. Heat continued to spread throughout Leon’s body under the technician’s touch; it was as if his touch was charged with electricity that struck the officer every time their skins came in contact.

“Tell me where it hurts.” His voice was soft, barely above a whisper; Leon hummed a bit too lewdly then he anticipated, earning a confused look from (Y/N). The medical technician felt a rush of adrenaline traveling to his core, though he kept his composure as he went on with examining the charming officer. He took a hold of his calf, his hands slowly glided up his knee, where he gently pressed on the fold of his leg; a soft whimper rolled down Leon’s plump lips.

“Does this cause you discomfort?” The officer shook his head no, his timid azures gazed at the technician through half lidded eyes. (Y/N) fought the ever growing urge to smile at the sight in front of him; Leon’s mouth was agape, allowing for the air to easily flow into his burdened lungs, his lashes fluttered ever so slightly with every move of the technician’s hands.

“On first glance there’s nothing concerning on the outside.” (Y/N) spoke as he stood up, closely followed by Leon’s curious gaze. “Unless you’re hiding something under that armor of yours.” He eyed the navy blue of his uniform, which in return caused the officer’s cheeks to turn a deeper hue of pink. Silently, Leon watched the medical technician carefully, yet quickly packed his equipment; numerous thoughts raced through his mind as he desperately searched for an idea to make him stay just a moment longer until the perfect idea struck him.

“I got another spot that should get examined.” His heart hammered against his chest, for a sudden rush of nervousness washed over him akin to a colossal wave; successfully, he anchored the man’s attention.

“Where?” He rose his brow at the officer. Silently, he pulled at the fabric of his collar, revealing a crimson line trailing across his pale skin. The technician faced the other man and took a closer look at the wound; his fingertips ghosted over the crimson colored flesh, causing Leon to wince. (Y/N) glanced at the man before him, his (E/C) irises searched his azure ones; Leon nodded wordlessly assuring. A rush of blood spread on the sides of the officer’s face as he noted how the medical technician inspected his wound, how his digits delicately worked with the milky white bottle of rubbing alcohol and how his bottom lip was caught between his teeth. Leon hissed through gritted teeth at the sudden sting that forcefully brought him out of his dream like state.

”Forgot to warn you. It’s gonna hurt a little.” He spoke quietly and calmly; his gaze met his for a split moment, worry was woven into his (E/C) irises. Silently, Leon nodded, for he was afraid that if he were to speak he would say something he would regret and instead focused on the warmth of his hand that rested atop the pulsating wound. The sharp pain slowly faded as pleasant warmth took its place, though whether it was from the alcohol or (Y/N)’s strong yet delicate grip on his shoulder Leon couldn’t tell, perhaps it was equal parts from both.

“All done.” (Y/N) stood up, depriving Leon of his electric touch, the officer grew so found of. “I got to admit, you’re very tough.” Heat spread across Leon’s cheeks akin to a wild fire that left behind red trails across the fair plains of his face.

“Is he gonna make it.” Lieutenant Branagh appeared seemingly out of thin air, causing the officer to flinch.

“He’ll be good in no time.” (Y/N) stole a glance at Leon before he faced the lieutenant.

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keulixeutin · 2 years

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A Late Night Chat

a/n: aaaah, have this little thing.

summary: uraraka eavesdrops on midoriya’s phone call. midoriya x gn!reader.

cw: gender neutral pronouns used. uraraka-centric. one-sided uraraka x deku, unrequited love. suggestive. 18+. implication of exchanging of nudes and masturbation. mentions of alcohol, drugs, drunkenness. mentions of food. knife and stabbing metaphor for heartbreak. pet-name, babe, used toward deku.

wc: 1,986.

Uraraka had fallen asleep before she could make her move.

It was Deku’s belated housewarming party—extremely belated, considering he had been living in the apartment for a year and a half now. With everyone’s hectic hero schedule, it had been hard to get their graduating class together until today. Waiting for that long meant that the housewarming party leaned closer to a house party; friends of friends were invited, and Deku’s rank and charisma had brought in new contacts and new companions.

The apartment was filled with low music and high laughter, undercut by the flavorful aroma of food that people brought. Uraraka caught up with everyone from her graduating class, introduced herself to people she didn’t recognize, and played drinking games that made her feel young and reckless again. People came and left quickly due to patrols, so it never felt too crowded or too tight.

All in all, it was a good night—as good a night as any to confess, so it was the perfect night, actually.

Uraraka was finally tired of being on the side. She was going to waste her life away by waiting for the right moment to present itself, or, worse, for Deku to realize her burning desire and acknowledge it. She had decided to confess the night of the housewarming party due to her failed attempt earlier that week (during lunch, she had put her hand over his, only for him to absentmindedly pat it as he spoke, leaving her annoyed and fuming).

For a confidence boost, she had a few shots; that was supposed to have been it, but her nerves convinced her into drinking several cups of jungle juice. Then, to finish it up, Ashido gave her a tiny bite of an edible, further loosening her shoulders and softening her red cheeks. She had a nice pep talk with Tsu, and she even had a game-planning moment with Kaminari—but, when it was time to put the plan into motion, she choked.

She had grabbed Deku’s arm, said his first name with too many z’s, and slurred out that she loved his new haircut and that she was so proud of his muscles—and then she passed out.

It was in his arms at least.

His face had been beet red when he had caught her, the last thing she recalled, and she would’ve thought it was a good sign had she not known how easy it was for him to turn any shade of red. Uraraka had once seen his ears flush deeply when a fan had simply asked for an autograph, but that was part of why she liked him so much—Deku was humble and sincere; he was both good and great all at once.

Hours later, Uraraka groaned; her consciousness slowly flickered awake, pushing back against the siren call of sleep and the pleasant haze of alcohol. Her cheek was pressed into the couch cushion, a little wet from where she had been open-mouthed drooling. She wiped at her face, but the alcohol made it difficult to gauge distance and power, and she ended up smacking herself harshly in the chin.

Suddenly, there was a warmth: a hand gently tucked her traitorous arm back into her side and shifted a blanket up to her shoulders. She was quickly encompassed by the familiar scent of detergent and vanilla—the familiar scent of the boy she adored and the man she could love (could love because she was too scared to think that she was already that far gone).

Uraraka forced her eyes open against the weight of the night, deciding, in her still foggy mind, that his lingering fragrance was a sign from the universe that her chance was still within her grasp. As her eyes focused against the dim light of the few lamps still softly lit in the apartment, she could hear the scattered snores and delicate breathing of the remaining guests.

She heard Deku move again. In the corner of her blurry eyes, she saw him draping a brown blanket over Tsu. When Uraraka tried to shift her head, the room began to spin. This was her moment, though, she thought heatedly. Tonight was supposed to be her night. He was right there. She could get his attention and then—she didn’t know if she would tell him everything all at once, but whatever she’d end up saying would be better than how she had been living the past several years.

But as soon as she had made up her mind, she heard Deku speak softly—“Yeah, they’re all passed out.”

The words died in her throat as she suddenly found herself embarrassed and unsure. She didn’t know why the feeling of being rattled washed over her sp abruptly. If he was talking to someone in the apartment, she shouldn’t feel concerned, but… There was something in his voice—a lilt or a tone that she couldn’t quite explain, that she hadn’t heard before.

“Ah, Ochako, Tsu, and Aoyama are in the living room, Mina and Yaoyorozu are in the guest bed, and Kaminari and Sero are in my bed—I think Mineta is still in the bathroom cuddling the tequila bottle Kirishima brought.”

She heard a distorted snort, a muffled laugh buzzing through a phone. The volume was loud enough that she could make out the words; she just needed to push through the haze of sleep and alcohol, and focus.

“Sounds like it was a good time.”

She could hear the voice—your voice—but she only vaguely recognized it. She couldn’t pull up a face in her mind, but she knew you were familiar, as though you had been introduced to her in passing and she hadn’t paid enough attention—and for some reason, there was something about that realization that unnerved her.

Deku chuckled quietly. “It was.”

“Did Katsuki come through?”

Uraraka stilled. You were on a first name basis with Bakugou?

No, maybe that was a good thing. Maybe that meant you were something to Bakugou and not to Deku.

—But wouldn’t that mean you’d be calling Bakugou? Why would you be calling Deku?

“Yes,” Deku responded, moving slowly about the room with what sounded like a trash bag now. “Kacchan actually brought a really nice gift, but he and Kirishima left after thirty minutes ‘cause they had patrol.”

“Ooh, what did he get you?”

“He got me a, uh, vicuña blanket?”

“Oh, that’s good shit. That’s expensive, you know.”

“You know what it is?” he asked in awed shock, dropping his voice when Aoyama rolled over onto his stomach, mumbling something in French. “I had to Google it—I didn’t even know how to spell it…”

The conversation seemed casual enough, Uraraka reassured herself. If you weren’t somehow connected to Bakugou (and, thus, to Deku by association), then perhaps you were an old friend. He could’ve met you post-graduation, during the time when everyone had temporarily disbanded as they tried to find their footing in the world of Pros. That could explain why she didn’t truly know you. Though it was a plausible theory, it still didn’t sit well in her stomach.

“How is it on your side?” he asked.

“It’s hot and bright as hell.”

“That sounds nice.”

“It sucks.”

“I’m sure there are some good parts that you’re overlooking,” he said.

Plain, simple, and uncomplicated. Yes, Uraraka thought. If Deku sounded tender, it was because he was kindhearted. There was no need to read so deeply into this.

She tried to relax, force her mind to fall back into the darkness that had been calling to her moments before. She felt ashamed for eavesdropping for so long, like an invasive, lovelorn schoolgirl. It wasn’t any of her business—but it (thankfully) sounded like a casual conversation. So, it was fine. She could try again in the morning before everyone else awoke. She’d just go back to sleep for now.

That was what she had thought anyways, but even as Uraraka tried to slip back into sleep, she found her brain was wired.

It just—this didn’t feel right.

It was surely past midnight—way past midnight—and Deku was up talking to you while he cleaned up after his friends. And even though it wasn’t a conversation that she was a part of, it still felt so…it felt more than private. It felt personal. Intimate. As if she was listening in on something that Deku was cupping secretly in his hands.

Deku dropped the bag in the trashcan, but she didn’t hear him move or speak afterwards.

It was quiet. He was generally very talkative, so for him to not say anything, perhaps it meant this was special. How much was being said in that silence? How much of it she didn’t understand? Wasn’t privileged to? Her chest hurt, as if her body knew what she wouldn’t yet admit.

Finally, she heard him ask, “How much longer will you be there?”

“You ask this every night.”

“It changes every night.”

“Barely.”

“…It gets closer every night.” His voice was soft. Tender. Full of the longing she dreamt of, the same longing in her own voice.

You responded with an amused chuckle. She could hear the affection even through the distortion of the phone.

It was quiet again. Uraraka held her breath.

“I miss you.”

He said it gently.

He said it desperately, desperate like the aching in her chest.

“It’ll be just one more month, Izuku.”

He sighed. “One more long month.”

“Well… I sent you those pics the other day to help hold you over. You didn’t like them?”

Uraraka heard his voice catch.

“I—um…”

“Did you get off to them?”

“H-hey…!”

“Don’t be embarrassed; that’s what they’re for.” You snickered. “Send me a video next time.”

“I’m…I don’t think I can do that.”

He sounded breathless.

It was easy to make him red, easy as pinching his cheeks and congratulating him, but she wondered how hard it was to make him breathless. She wondered how easy it was for you.

She had never done it before.

“If I send you a video, you’ll have to send me one back.”

“I—um.”

You laughed again.

What did you look like, she wondered. Did your eyes have the mischievous gleam that your voice had? Were your cheeks rounder than hers? Were you taller? Kinder? Would you be laying here eavesdropping, too, or were you better than that? She chewed the inside of her cheeks, finding herself creating faces in her head and trying to match them up to what she could hear of your voice. She imagined you in different scenarios with Deku, replacing her with you in her memories, and her insecurities and nerves and sorrow had him react to you differently than he had to her, more loving and affectionate, more attentive and devoted.

She felt she had just been stabbed in the chest, and yet there she was, masochistically digging the knife deeper into her sternum.

If you were his significant other—if you were his lover—why didn’t he tell anyone? Why didn’t he tell her?

And…if he had you, where did that leave Uraraka?

“Hey, Izuku, go to the bathroom. I have an idea.”

“Mineta’s passed out in the tub.”

“The guest bathroom, then. Solutions, babe.”

Babe...? Her chest tightened. That wasn't something she could ignore.

He inhaled shakily.

Did she ever have that affect on him?

“Put me on video, Izuku. Go, go, go.”

He sighed, but he headed toward the guest bathroom, his footsteps quiet and eager. In the dim light, Uraraka strained to hear his breathlessness and your laughter until he disappeared around the corner. Then, she curled beneath the blanket and breathed in his vanilla scent, the closest she’d ever get to having him in her arms, the closest she’d ever get to having him against her chest.

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strangerdangerwrites · 1 year

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Ghost Waltz | R.L. (Wednesday Series) - Prologue

Summary: Because a ghost truly never leaves. Not when you don’t know what your true unfinished business is.

Rowan Laslow x Female!Reader (No use of Y/N)

Warnings: Major character death (I mean Rowan is a ghost in this one). Words: 3,4k.

Chapters: Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three, Chapter Four

Alone. No one to talk to. No friends. No family member alive to care for him. He was and is alone.

The difference between then and now lies in the minuscule fact that Rowan is dead.

All he could do is wander around in the realm of the living, unsure why he hasn't gone to the afterlife yet. Walking in the gloomy halls, the eerie sight never comforted Rowan even back then.

No matter how old and withered Nevermore seemed, it held its fair share of secrets all within its foundation. From the secret library that the Nightshade Society has used, to the passage right beneath the dining area, the lake depth that remained unaccessed (as per Principal Weems' request), and the single room right in Polonius Hall collecting dust as it remained locked (that even the best pickpockets cannot unlock).

There were speculations that someone must have died and bunked there therefore it was never to be accessed ever again. If someone had the guts to peek inside, a single bed frame was situated in the middle of the room, and only one window was right above its ceiling bed. When a blue moon rises, it looks like it was submerged underwater. Rumors that you will hear a long wail of a woman, always calling out to someone, a lover perhaps.

Well, how did Rowan know what was inside you ask? Before he was initiated to join the Nightshade Society, he was tasked to stare inside the notorious room in Polonius Hall.

He remembered how his hands were shaking, and how his heart was pounding loudly. His inhaler long gone, in the flimsy hands of Bianca Barclay, most of the members of the Nightshades maintained a 3 feet distance between him and the door, yet their curiosity remained piqued. Wanting to know how, and what was inside; most especially what was so special about the said room that it had spread from generation to generation.

Rowan can recall how light his footsteps are. And how he had pep-talked to himself.

It is just a room. Why are you so afraid of ghosts? Despite everything, it is still an empty room, nothing more, nothing less.

Now, he wanted to laugh at how cowardly he was (still is).

And when Rowan turned to Xavier, whose eyes were pleading to him to go ahead and suck it up; after all, they had talked about how amazing a school year would be if they had a cool clique. They were teenage boys, with shallow dreams.

His hands were shaking badly as he held the doorknob, kneeling as he fixed his glasses to stare at the room using the keyhole.

And inside was a pristine bed with silk sheets situated in the middle of the room. His breath hitched, it almost looked like it was underwater with the way the light had reflected the full moon.

The Nightshades were quiet, waiting for something, anything to happen as they stood patiently. Waiting for the sound of a woman weeping, yet there were none.

“So, what’s inside?”

“Just an empty room and a single bed.”

“Can you open it?”

“I—I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

Rowan peeked inside once more, there were no sounds of a crying woman at all. Yet he felt his heart, lifted in peace. It seemed tranquil even. The fear he had felt earlier was long gone, replaced with serenity. And right in the middle of the bed lies a shadow figure. He was 100% certain there wasn’t one when he first looked, and his breath hitched.

He can see the faint outline of their hands and the curve of a human body. “There’s a person inside.”

“What?” The Nightshades were dumbfounded.

Rowan knocked at the door. “Hey!”

“Move, let me see.” Kent had shoved Rowan aside. Trying to peak, which turned the siren confused, he turned the knob aggressively.

“There is nothing there. You’re lying.” Kent then pounded on the door loudly; calling out to the person inside the notorious locked room, continuing to viciously rattle the knob to open. It suddenly turned chaotic when all of them crowded the door, pushing each other aside to take turns peeking. When Rowan had grabbed the siren’s shoulder aside, to take his hand off the knob, a sudden creaking sound was heard.

They all stopped in their tracks. Like a deer caught in the headlights, they stood still. The door slowly opened, and instead of the ethereal room Rowan had seen earlier; it was replaced with a murky-looking room. No light from the moon was seen, only pitch darkness. It felt eerie and suddenly suffocating.

Rowan’s heartbeat suddenly quickened when a pair of white eyes stared straight at them in the bed. All of a sudden, the figure rushed towards them at lightning speed, screaming at them. Its voice reverberated around the walls, the group of students immediately ran, and so did Rowan. The last thing they heard was the door giving a loud thud.

That was the first and the only time Rowan had felt comfort and fear at the same time. And the only time the room was unlocked. He didn’t know how and why it opened, and he didn’t need to bother searching for answers. One thing he knows is that when he was still alive, under any circumstances he would never be near Polonius Hall.

Now he is dead, and there is no way he would wander inside the locked room. Actually, on second thought… he would rather not.

So why is he standing just outside the locked room in Polonius Hall? Is it stupidity calling to him, or something else? And why did he specifically choose to go during nighttime? Is it because the full moon reminded him of the time when the room looked tranquil? Maybe he wanted to go somewhere he could finally feel peace. Maybe then he could replace the ghost in the room, and share haunting spaces, it’s not like he didn’t know what he will do next.

There were no clues in the afterlife, and he is left wondering what his hidden purpose would be. To exist and be unseen by the people he had once considered friends, or to do nothing.

When Rowan was only centimeters away from the door, he heard hushed whispers.

Was it initiation night?

Rowan stood still in the middle of the hall, while the group of future Nightshades and former friends pass through him like he is nothing but thin air. They giggled and laughed excitedly, as Bianca instructed some new recruits to take a peak and open the door. This time the former Nightshades stood behind them waiting for the door to open exactly two years ago.

When to no avail, their labor was met with nothing. The door did not budge, nor did they see anything of worth it was only a dark room, and there was no bed at all.

“Weird. Rowan said he saw someone.” Bianca wondered. “Try to open it again Kent, let’s see if the ghost is really here.” Bianca added in a lighthearted tone.

Kent only rubbed his nape, looking sheepish. The siren replied: “I never opened it, Rowan did. And he's the only one. I tried to do it multiple times in the span of two months; even asked Xavier once and said he couldn’t. Wouldn’t even budge, and then I recall Rowan slightly grazing the knob it turned on itself.”

Does that mean I am the key? Is this my purpose to open some locked door? Rowan thought. Impossible, get a load of this guy. Ha ha! He had to laugh at the absurdity of his thoughts.

“Let’s just go somewhere else, wouldn’t want to spend initiation night in a cramped hallway waiting for nothing.” Bianca said with an eye roll. And just like that Rowan is forgotten in a snap, their attention divided elsewhere.

When he is all but alone, Rowan peaked once more, gently tapping the wood with his knuckles to see if the figure would show.

He felt his heart weigh heavy with the realization that no one truly did remember him or mourned for him. His death was set aside by his father, no funerals were held, and no mourners visited him. He was just gone.

Yet, just like his former ‘friends’ he got distracted as well when the sound of creaking was heard again. Only this time, he was all alone, and the room was illuminated by the moonlight once more.

Like the room was calling to him. Its doors remained wide open, inviting him.

‘That’s a first.’ Someone had whispered behind me. He turned around surprised at the husky tone of a man, dressed in clothes that were a trend decades ago. It was an old man, Arthur, one of the friendly ghosts, who had died near the premises of the school. These were one of the not vengeful spirits; Mr. Arthur had roamed the halls with keys in his hands and introduced Rowan to the afterlife, quite warmly in fact.

“What do you think is inside?” Rowan had asked Arthur, who coughed and looked at the room from within the hallway.

Mr. Arthur had hummed, scanning every nook and corner but remaining where he stood. “You see, this one is quite not like us.”

“It’s not haunting.”

“Have you seen it?”

“Once, it stared right at me through the keyhole. Curious little bugger. Whatever is keeping us out is locking it in.”

“It’s imprisoned then?”

“Possibly, that’s why it got mad when you woke it up two years ago.”

So, that’s why it screamed at them. They had disturbed its slumber. However, it is not screaming now, more like Rowan can see the figure peeking at them from the corner of the room. White eyes stare back at him with curiosity.

“Then why, isn’t it screaming now?” Rowan pointed out.

The old man chuckled: “You ask a lot of questions, why not ask it yourself? One thing I know is that every 33 years, it goes awake. Waiting for someone.”

Rowan couldn’t decide whether he should take the risk, after all, what else could he lose? He is dead.

With a deep exhale, Rowan stepped foot forward. Looking behind him the door remained open, and Mr. Arthur stood right outside smiling at him, waving him goodbye.

The figure suddenly floated, looking at him with no hostility but interest. It circled him multiple times, and it emitted a sound akin to happiness. Circling around the room, not like a predator, more like a curious animal. Rowan could feel its steely white gaze

It stopped right above him, with its hands outstretched it reached right into his cheeks, and slowly it lowered itself. Standing right in front of him, the shadow’s fingers hovering mere centimeters away from his cheeks. Rowan almost flinched, wasn’t he supposed to be scared? This was an unknown entity, and he is just mere centimeters away either towards another certain doom.

But it merely wiped a stray tear in his left eye, it floated once more to kiss his eyelid softly. He had closed his eyes, and he could feel the faint traces of the figure’s lips.

Suddenly it snapped its head towards the window, looking as alert as ever with its wide eyes. It floated once more, only this time it had flown towards the ceiling disappearing like a pack of smoke had hit it.

When the figure left, the room remained unlocked, and Rowan could feel the sense of longing come to him. The figure was just gone, its presence nor aura nowhere to be seen or felt inside its confines.

What the hell was that? Where did it go?

The following day, Rowan felt normal, normal as a ghost could.

He had gone about his day, trying to figure out where the figure had run off to. He had asked old man Arthur, the ghosts near Polonius Hall, even going as far as Ophelia Hall which was on the other side of the dormitories. Although he avoided the vengeful one right in the quad; that spirit remains malevolent.

The pouring rain had drowned out his thoughts, the loud noises in the dining hall, and the crying of the lost souls in Nevermore. They said that in the afterlife you will find peace, and that is far from the truth.

Some days he felt restless during those days, he just sat back in his old dorm waiting for something; Other days he felt anger and resentment at being dead, he was told once that he was special and would fulfill a great sense of duty, and during those days he’d unexpectedly destroy something in the real world using his telekinetic abilities (something he never lost even when he is dead). But most of the time he felt nothing, like a blank slate he felt empty, he fulfilled nothing when he was alive, and that is eating him alive(dead).

For today, Rowan felt like an empty canvas but there were no artists. He would walk aimlessly around Nevermore, not realizing he is turning to one of the lost souls. Just walking, slowly losing their sanity as they wander aimlessly, with no sense of purpose. A dead ghost, and once you become one your face would turn blank, and only a body would remain, wandering without purpose.

Stopping right in front of Principal Weems' former office when he felt the slippery floor, he noticed how the floor had been drenched in water, possibly the rain. And that it stopped right inside. He was curious, although living beings cannot touch him, foundations and buildings are mere exceptions, he cannot go through them unless the door or a window is open, the only limit of being dead.

When the door opened, a drenched person stepped foot outside. Their face was hidden by the unruly tangles of their hair, they looked like they had drowned, but just right outside the harsh downfall of the rain was the answer to Rowan’s question.

The person stopped right in front of him, and he almost froze. Only for the figure to turn around and close the double doors of the Principal’s Office, the new Principal, another alumnus, almost looked like he had seen a ghost (Ha!) with the person, or girl right in front of him. The figure bowed and went on their merry way. Stopping right in the middle of the stairway to turn around, fixing how their hair has hindered their visions.

Only to stare directly at Rowan with a blank stare, there you stood drenched by the rain, staring directly at him. As if he wasn’t a ghost lingering in the halls of Nevermore.

And when Rowan tilted his head, wondering whether it was a trick in his mind that you were staring at him. He didn’t want to put his hopes up, only to end with disappointment. ( He was and is a disappointment, after all). You were directly looking in his direction. There you stood; another collection of oddities added to Nevermore’s book of unanswered questions.

Just as you were about to head up, he had seen the figure trailing behind you, and how similar it looked to the one he had seen in the locked room in Polonius Hall. It had followed your movement, copying as if it was a shadow, only that it had white eyes. There was a certain itch in him that told him to follow you; Crawling inside his nervous system and playing tricks into his mind that you might provide answers.

Deciding to follow you: “Hey!” He stuttered.

Yet you continue to walk briskly, not minding him nor turning around to acknowledge him. Rowan didn’t know whether it was his mind or heart playing tricks on him, that finally, someone could see him. He decided the next best course of action was to gather your attention.

If it is proven false, you cannot see him and that he had put his hopes up to the possibility that someone in this world could help him in his predicament. A predicament that lies in the fact that he had no idea what to do when he is dead. Then he would stop.

He’d stop having the tiniest sliver of faith that, maybe, possibly he can be brought back to life. That maybe his mother wasn’t a liar after all, that he was meant for greater things. If you truly didn’t see his ghost, then he’d go, find ways to go to the afterlife. He’d go make a deal with whatever godly being to take him somewhere, not torment him with the life he couldn’t have.

Just as you walked towards the familiar halls of Nevermore, then did Rowan realize how familiar it is. You were heading straight to Polonius Hall. With a key in hand, you stopped right in front of the locked room. Rowan hid behind a pillar, wondering why you went in. And just right behind you, the shadow figure had looked in his direction with worries written all over its eyes.

Rowan immediately ran towards your room, only to find it wide open. As you opened a chest filled with dust, with a flick of your finger the door locked.

Rowan remained standing near the door, as he watched you fumble with the trinkets in the trunk. A book, amulets, talisman, stones, herbs, candles, a small athame knife with the most delicate crafted handle he had ever seen, a pouch that emitted a heavy thud when you had thrown it into the floor, and other personal objects. With the clues you presented, and piecing it together, Rowan realized what you are. A witch.

“You’re dead.” Your voice sounded hoarse. And you looked directly at him. You truly can see him.

Rowan wasn’t prepared for this; he didn’t know what he would do after his suspicions were confirmed. He didn’t think that far ahead. His tongue was caught in his throat, and he was stuttering.

You stood, only to stop and stand right in front of him with a blank expression. Unlike with the Addams girl, you can see the slight hint of annoyance in Wednesday’s eyes (sometimes a hint of mischief), but you on the other hand had a blank stare like it was just an empty body with no soul. A walking corpse, some might say.

You are standing in front of him, as expressive as the dead. And him standing in front of you, with the most colorful expression of bitterness in the back of his throat. If the heavens could see you both, they’d laugh at how polar opposites you were together. An apathetic living breathing being and the dead who showed resentment.

Rowan gulped nervously as he spat the next words with spite: “You’re a Necromancer.”

The practice of necromancy, or black magic, is mostly known to witches and was banned from Nevermore eons ago. Since the 17th century, necromancy had been considered evil, raising the dead, controlling them, and using them to their own devices; Death itself has hated the use of it or so they said. That’s why there were no more witches that went into Nevermore, they’ve been purged since the late 17th century, only to go into hiding never to be seen. Séances were widely accepted as it does not require the power of a witch, after all a witch had abused its power a long time ago, paying with the soul of another to the Devil.

That’s why witches were never seen ever again. They have been extinct, purged, and gone into hiding. He rather not have his soul be sold to the Devil and be a pawn in a witch's game. He’d want to go out on his own terms, terms that he still quite can’t figure out.

“Is that what you think I am? A spiteful witch?” “I would not help you, whatever you’re planning.”

“Ah…”

“My mother told me to steer away from witches like you. Do not contact me ever again.”

The shadow figure behind you looked worried, reaching out to Rowan yet it remained situated as if it had been stitched to your body. It almost looked like it was crying with the way white tears fell from its eyes. And you saw how his eyes shifted behind you even for just a short time. You blinked slowly.

“You should have done so a long time ago then.” You replied, words as flat as ever.

You turned around and continued your merry way into ransacking the large trunk, clothes strewn about without a care. “And I didn’t call for you, you came to me, Rowan.”

A/N: After a long writer's hiatus/block I have decided to try my writing once more. A short update, for three months i got sick and coughed harshly, and *drumrolls* got diagnosed with ✨ ASTHMA ✨. Dust, pollen, my dog's fur, and anything can cause any attacks, especially when im too happy or laughing i turn into a coughing mess (now i understand why rowan needed his inhaler badly). Just so you know English was not my mother tongue, there might be grammar mistakes here and there since this has not been proofread. aND THIS IS ANOTHER MAJOR WRITING PROJECT SO EXCEPT MORE. ALSO, I WOULD UPLOAD THIS TO AO3.

#rowan laslow #rowan laslow x reader #rowan laslow imagine #wednesday imagines #wednesday #wednesday series #.sd written works

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alphabetatoes · 1 year

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✨🌈🕷️feel-good wednesday hcs 🕷️🌈✨

a.n.: i binged all of wednesday on tuesday and thus feel responsible to provide some nice lil headcanons for the show bc i miss writing for things and i’m neck deep in the fandom rn. please enjoy! 🖤

wednesday’s first book gets published & she absolutely has enid on the acknowledgements page with the note “For Enid - Who clawed her way into my heart.”

bianca and wednesday become the first fencing duo in nevermore’s history to be undefeated, and rightfully so

enid has a new section of her blog called “here’s the thing^TM”, a spot for Thing to divulge all their inside gossip gained from going undercover at nevermore

bianca is adamant about making a better life and self at nevermore & makes the executive decision to only use her siren song for good. need just a little more convincing on a test you’ve got anxiety about or too scared to ask your crush out? she is here to give you the ultimate pep talk.

the most popular extracurricular this semester is the theatre department, with the musical being wicked! enid practically begs wednesday to audition - but she ends up being first chair cello in the orchestra (still amazing and as talented as ever). bianca is elphaba, enid is glenda, xavier is fiyero, and eugene is boq. ajax 108% does costume design for the show (i am a theatre kid and am legally obligated to include a musical reference)

after the events of the previous semester, wednesday & eugene are both the proud founders of “nevermores never explored” - a club to elaborate on all of nevermores untold secrets (happily sponsored by the nightshades ofc)

to commemorate his and enids (almost) first date, ajax stones himself in front of xavier, xavier draws and creates a physical statue of ajax carved in stone, and ajax presents it as a gift for their 6 month-aversary (enid is very much heart eyes emoji over it)

when there’s ever a particularly low pollination season, xavier will help eugene by sketching out new flowers to pique the bees interest & bringing them to life

#wednesday addams #enid sinclair #xavier thorpe #bianca barclay #ajax petropolus #eugene otinger #tyler is NOT included in these as he is a PISS BABY!!!#jenna ortega #emma myers #percy hynes white #joy sunday #georgie farmer #moosa mostafa

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drama--universe · 1 year

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Best Friend's Ex

Requested by anonymous: Hi, I've read your Falling Into your smile post, they are wonderful, I was wondering if you can make one about Yang, Tong Yao's ex. Can Tong Yao friend come to the arena and watch tong yao play against yang's team and somewhere in the break before they start the next round Yang and Tong Yao friend meet and they start falling for each other

Pairing: Jian Yang x gn!reader

Word Count: 1.6k words

Warning: none

The people around you were raging, loud and shouting so loud that you felt like your eardrums would burst. Nonetheless, you actually enjoyed sitting in the crowd. You didn't know much of the game that was being played, but Tong Yao asked for support and thus you were here. You'd cheer and clap, even when knowing nothing. Your eyes were mostly on Tong Yao, watching the girl's face morph to a different expression every five seconds. The screen was a bit too busy for your liking, but you could read that ZGDX was winning by three points. The man next to you had been kind enough to explain that they needed one more point to win and it was quickly after the explanation that the victory screen took over, revealing that ZGDX had won and you looked at Tong Yao. She was a few seconds late with her reaction, but her face lit up like a Christmas tree as she lunged at her nearest teammate. That happened to be K, who only frowned as he tried to pry the girl off.

The break was loudly announced throughout the stadium, the normal lights illuminating the room and you were quick to leave the stadium. You roamed through the hall, trying to find a vending machine for some drinks and maybe even some food. Finally finding one, you staggered as you noticed someone else stand in front of it as well.

Jian Yang.

You made your way to the vending machine, awkwardly standing next to him as you looked at all the food before punching in the numbers and paying. The food fell and you bent down to pick it up before standing up, flinching when a drink was shoved right in front of you.

"Didn't know you liked video games." Jian Yang spoke and you sighed softly, turning to face him. "I'm here to support Tong Yao." You responded before leaning against the vending machine. You opened the can, taking a sip before sighing.

"Your team is losing quite badly, shouldn't you be giving them a pep-talk or scold them?" You asked and he gave you an annoyed look before leaning against the vending machine next to you.

"It's not that of an important match anyway, it's mostly practice..." He said and you couldn't help but snort at him, making him roll his eyes at you.

"So, you still obsessed with Tong Yao or have you moved on?" "She's dating Si-Cheng, I think that says enough about my chances." He said and you frowned. "So, yes. I'm not chasing after her anymore." He continued and you nodded at him, giving him a thumbs up.

"Good on you, you deserve to be happy as well." You gave him a smile before flinching when the siren went off. "Well, off you go. Win this time, huh?" You waved before walking back to the arena, finding your spot and sitting down with a sigh.

The matches continued for another hour, the screaming had now made you nearly deaf and your throat was sore from the cheering. You felt happy though, seeing Tong Yao's smile as she realized she won was enough to make you just as happy. Jian Yang also catched your attention, still sitting in his chair and looking like a sad puppy. You almost wanted to comfort him... Almost.

The room grew empty as everyone moved out, hoping to catch the players on their way to their busses. You waited for awhile, not wanting to be caught in the hoard and only stood up once you noticed that the arena was starting to get cleaned. You left the arena, glad that the halls were almost completely empty as you walked to the exit. The sounds of fans grew louder as you neared the exit and you could spot Si-Cheng, so you assumed Tong Yao was near him even though you didn't see her. You made your way over to them, slipping by the crowd and made your way to the bus. You entered and just sat in the back, pulling up your phone and scrolling through some social media's.

You didn't expect a text from Jian Yang a few days later nor did you expect him to ask for a meet-up. You just agreed, not really thinking further about it until you had already met with him 5 times and each time you felt closer to him. Soon enough, you fell for him and you couldn't even stop it. It was the small things, like when he gave you his jacket or when he bought you food. And when you realized this, you couldn't help but feel a bit guilty about it. He was still Tong Yao's ex and she was your best friend. Of course, being your best friend she noticed how weird you were acting and approached you and asked what was wrong with you.

"I think I like Jian Yang..." You admitted and you saw her think before she laughed. "What's wrong with that?" She asked and you frowned, pointing at her while explaining that she was his ex and it would be awkward.

"It might be a bit weird, but I have Si-Cheng now and you like Jain Yang so I'd be fine with it. You can be happy, but I'll kill him if he does something to you." She said with a smile and you smiled back, chuckling at her statement before quickly hugging her.

"Come on!" She suddenly said before pulling you up and out of the door, making you yelp as you tried to pull your shoes on quickly while also trying to follow Tong Yao. You didn't go far, just to team CK's dorm. Once you reached it, Tong Yao rang the bell before booking it. It opened, revealing one of the members. He looked a bit confused to see Tong Yao running (and crashing halfway back), but moved on as he looked back at you.

"You need something?" "Is Jian Yang here?" You asked and the guy shook his head, smiling as he came closer.

"He's on a date!" He whispered loudly and your eyes widened slightly in surprise as the man continued ranting, holding up his phone with a picture of a girl. She was pretty, long black hair and big deer-like eyes, and of course a really pretty smile.

"She's been coming over since forever, but he always rejected her until last week. They've gone on three or four dates now, I think..." He continued and you nodded at him, giving him a smile and telling him you'd just send Jian Yan a text instead. With that you started walking back to the ZGDX dorms until you were stopped by someone. Of course, Jian Yang. You felt like you were experiencing a book or movie scene...

"Why were you at my dorm?" "I was looking for you, that's all. However, I learned you apparently have a girlfriend now?" You teased him, ignoring the pain in your heart as you said that, and he frowned.

"Girlfriend?" "Yeah, the pretty one. Long black hair, extremely pretty?" You asked and he seemed to think about it before realizing.

"Ah, you mean Krystal? I'm just helping her out for awhile. Her boyfriend was into games and she wanted to buy him something, but she doesn't know anything about it. That's all... Why do you care though?" He asked and you shrugged at him, looking away as you tried to hide your smile. He caught it, however, and was quick to start teasing you again.

"Were you jealous? Think I'd leave you for my girlfriend?" He asked and you gave him a side eyes before gently pushing his side.

"I like you, stupid." You admitted, the heat on your face only worsening as his own façade fell, staring at you with clear confusion. When he finally processed what you said, he pointed at himself.

"Me?" He asked and you rolled your eyes at him.

"No, I'm talking to the ghost behind you." He turned his head and you groaned at him. "Yes, you!" You exclaimed, making him flinch slightly. The blush appeared on his face, a shy smile taking over his previous frown.

"Are you going to say anything or should I just leave..?" You asked and he quickly looked up, shaking his head as he took ahold of your hands. A confession started pouring from his lips, but you couldn't understand anything as his words started to slur together. So you lifted your hand and covered his mouth, making him stare at you.

"You're going to fast, slow down." You said and he nodded before waiting for you to remove your hand, which you did seconds later. Then he took the opportunity.

"Can I kiss you?" He asked, which made it your turn to get embarrassed as you nodded without even realizing. Seconds later, his lips were on yours and his hands held your waist to pull you a bit closer. It took you awhile to react and yet when you wanted to return the kiss properly, he pulled back. You stared at him before grabbing his collar and pulled back into a second kiss. This time it was shorter, it was more like a peck than a kiss, and you couldn't help but smile when you pulled back.

"Woooooooooooh!" You flinched away from Jian Yang as you heard the shout, turning your head to see Tong Yao. She smiled brightly before giving a big thumbs up, marching back into the dorms.

"Everyone's gonna know now..." You mumbled as you dropped your arms with a sigh, staring at where Tong Yao stood before turning back to the man in front of you.

"I'm going to go back and make sure she shuts up... I'll text you?" You asked and he smiled, nodding.

"I'll wait for it."

#falling into your smile #falling into your smile x reader #falling into your smile Jian Yang #falling into your smile Jian Yang x reader #fiys #fiys x reader #fiys Jian Yang #fiys Jian Yang x reader #Jian Yang #Jiang Yang x reader #reader insert #x reader #request #anonymous request

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sirensplayhouse · 2 years

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y’all honestly need to make your own success stories. stop depending on the success of everyone else. if you want to ‘discredit’ the law or your questioning whether it works or not, get out there and try it for yourself. because the law never fails if you assume & persist like you’re supposed to there’s no reason why you shouldn’t get your manifestations.

#loassumption #law of assumption #manifesation #loa blog #loa #make your own rules #no but seriously get off tumblr and create y’all’s own rules #a sirens rant #the sirens rant #sirens rants #siren pep talks

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toastedjeans · 3 months

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Siren Tower AU!

I wanna keep this more on the silly side, but here's the basic gist of it.

There's a huge tower submerged in the ocean where many sirens and other sea creatures have found a home, and somehow humans have discovered it. They want to study and explore this tower, and the sirens are NOT happy about it, not wanting their home to be potentially destroyed. Pretty reasonable. But now, this random middle aged pizza baker somehow gets roped into this whole mess.

And here's the characters! (I tried to keep their heights accurate but idk if i succeeded)

And down there is some more info about everyone!

HUMANS (and Brick)

Peppino

He still has his pizzeria, but it's located a little closer to town. While business is slightly better than in game, he still has debts. But hey, he has his own apartment!! No more sleeping in the back of the pizzeria or on the floor!!

Peppino will sometimes just come to the shore or the port in the evening or at night to clear his head or be alone with his thoughts. Depressed guy. Will sometimes talk to himself when he thinks he's alone. He isn't necessarily afraid of the ocean, but because he can't swim, once he's in water the fear kicks in and he starts panicking.

He doesn't believe in sirens, mermaids, or other such creatures. Thinks they're just made up to tell scary stories of the sea. Jokes on him, he's about to meet the jolliest shark gnome man he's ever seen.

Brick

A gigantic rat that lives with Peppino, who didn't get a say in this. Just appeared one day, and no matter how many times Peppino tries to get rid of him, Brick always comes back. After a while Pep reluctantly accepts him and sometimes even takes him for a walk.

Brick actually loves to swim, but doesn't stay in the water for too long cause Pep won't join him. Like, he'll just leave if Brick stays too long. Kinda rude if you ask me.

Mr. Stick

Tax and debt collector, and a friend of Peppino. He often comes over for a pizza, then proceeds not to eat much, and rarely pays (he either says he's deducting it from Pep's debts or he lets someone else pay). He's kind of a piece of shit but outside of the whole money business he can be pretty nice.

He strikes me as a gambler tbh, either he's extremely lucky or extremely unlucky. Likes playing poker, and invites Peppino and Hazel to play after work from time to time.

Doesn't believe in sirens, but if he ever saw one he'd try to exploit it for money. He wouldn't kill it or anything though, mainly because he's too weak and he doesn't know how to handle guns.

Noisette / Hazel

She runs a little cafe near Peppino's pizzeria, and is good friends with him, but can sometimes be a little annoying. They hang out after work from time to time. When she notices that Peppino is having a rough day, she'll sometimes bring over a free cup of coffee or a slice of cake for him. Sometimes experiments with... interesting... food combinations, which are strangely popular.

She has loved mermaids and sirens since she was young and is very fond of them. Once she discovers they're real, she becomes even more fascinated and obsessed with them. You better believe she wanted to be a mermaid when she was young.

SIRENS

Gustavo

A little round shark man who is perfect in every way. He's curious and adventurous, and even though sirens and humans are enemies since, uh. A long time. He doesn't believe that humans are inherently evil. He'll help out whenever and however he can, but can get very aggressive when his friends or brethren are threatened. You will regret it if you anger him.

Noise annoys him often but they don't harm each other. He isn't really friends with Noise, but he will defend him if he's threatened or attacked.

One day he saves Peppino from drowning, which makes other sirens sceptical of him, especially those who think humans are evil. He will later try to learn human language to be able to communicate with Peppino better.

Noise

Goblin shark. He can theoretically go on land for a bit, but needs some water nearby. He's a little sceptical about humans, but not outright hostile. He likes annoying pretty much everyone, especially Peppino once they meet (he thinks his reactions are funny).

He throws sea urchins and pufferfish at others like bombs, as he (like most sirens) is immune to their poison / venom. While he's usually an unhinged gremlin, he just about melts when with Hazel. But of course he tries to hide this from others.

Fake Peppino

Created by Pizzahead from DNA of frogs, newts, and Peppino (obviously). He was meant to be a weapon for sirens against humans, and thus is supposed to be hostile. Unfortunately, he turned out to be extremely affectionate, and he loves hugs. Much like Gustavo, when friends are attacked, he can get downright deadly. He can also regenerate body parts like an axolotl, unless his brain has been damaged. Like, you can rip both his arms off and they'll grow back within a day.

He becomes close friends with Gustavo, and is kind of fascinated by Peppino (other humans too, but mostly Peppino). He would play in the water with Brick once they meet, and become friends with Hazel. Can go on land as well, but prefers the water. He communicates with croaks, gurgles and other noises, and can speak very limited human language (very few fractions of words or sentences, it just sounds like gibberish), taught to him by Pizzahead.

Pepperman

Lumpfish (idk either just roll with it). He's kind of indifferent to humans, but he does think he's better than them. I could see him making a brush or something out of seaweed to draw. And then always getting upset that his drawings never stay cause of the water, but he keeps drawing anyway. Blames Noise for destroying his art even if he knows it's the water (Noise thinks it's funny). "Borrows" seaweed from Vigi's farm to make new brushes. But he'll also make statues out of various rocks and other things he finds laying around. Mostly of himself. Some humans think they're built from ancient civilizations, while others think it's some sort of elaborate hoax. Nobody recognizes Pepperman's talent :(

Vigilante

Sea slug. He genuinely believes humans want to kill sirens for nefarious reasons, possibly cause he's a little older i guess. Hands just appear when he needs them.

He has an underwater equivalent of a farm (like, he grows and tends to seaweeds, anemones, corals, etc), that he inherited from his grandpa. He'd love to just tend to the farm all day, but feels obligated to punish anyone who does wrong. Unofficial officer / sheriff of the sea. He still has his cowboy hat because i said so let me be silly on main.

Pizzahead

Ribbon eel. He can give others a little shock as if he had like a hand shocker thing. It mostly just hurts a bit and isn't lethal cause cartoon logic. He does not like humans, but mostly because he grew up with everyone around him telling him they're evil. Actually he's very curious and fascinated by humans, which is why he decided to clone Peppino. Mostly cause he sees him the most on the shore. Somehow. How he actually got his DNA is a mystery.

Later on he decides / attempts to make Fakey into a weapon after witnessing how strong Peppino is. He obsessively learns human language and tries to understand as much about human culture as he can. But he'll twist things around and tell others that he does it to "better understand their weaknesses". Right.

Pizzaface

Stingray. The leader of sirens in the elusive Siren Tower. He HATES humans, especially after some divers discovered the tower and continuously come there to explore. Basically just doesn't want his and his fellow sirens' home discovered or threatened. He's disappointed in Pizzahead because he taught himself human language, even after given an explanation (or excuse).

SPECULATION CORNER

Aka characters i can't quite figure out what to do with yet

Burton

A whale shark bc I can't get enough of sharks apparently. Sharks are cool okay

Alternative: just Mr. Stick's husband who sometimes comes with him to Peppino's

Gerome

A sentient rock and John's older brother, who always took care of him and helped him with the tower. Now just does maintenance and keeps John company.

Alternative: Peppino's janitor, but still made of rock because that's silly

John

A sentient rock that used to carry the tower around through the oceans but somehow got cursed and is now part of the foundation and can't move anymore. Was he a siren before? Or just a pillar? Or maybe a fish made of stone? We don't know.

#pizza tower #pizza tower au #Siren Tower AU #peppino spaghetti #gustavo pizza tower #brick pizza tower #mr. stick #the noise #noisette #fake peppino #pepperman #the vigilante #pizzahead #pizzaface #toasted art #it's finally done #i hate being so slow with drawing but hey #to the three people who liked this idea. hope you enjoy #to everyone else. hello look at this silly fish thing

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hazardworld · 1 year

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Sorry guys, I had tech week and then grad stuff and now it’s finals season with more grad stuff...eugh. Anyway, here’s the long-awaited next part of Monster Town!

Content warning: Jason Carver and the dickery that comes with him

WB1.WB2.WB3.P1.P2.P3.P4.P5.P6.P7

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"Okay everyone," Johnathan set the large folder on the table as he sat down. "These are all of our photo proofs."

El grabbed the folder and dumped it onto the table, photos spilling out into a little pile. Simultaneously, Robin pulled Nancy’s tape recorder and a bag of tapes from her pockets, and Mike pulled out his blue and gray Walkman.

"Lucas, you have your tape recorder?" Robin asked, and the young jock nodded and pulled out his own set of tapes.

"I forgot something to play them with, but I figured we could share," Robin grinned and nodded.

"Sure! This one is Nancy’s, anyway,"

"You’ve at least got the library team’s document?" Mike deadpanned, and Lucas rolled his eyes.

"Yes Mike, I have the document," Lucas rolled his eyes as he pulled out a large packet from a red folder he’d kept under his chair. "Dustin finished it this morning."

El coughed, and by her direction, all three quieted and turned to Johnathan.

"So, based on the research from the research team, we’re supposed to sort relevant photographs into three areas: Jason being a dick, Jason being a siren, and 'Other',"

"If you guys survey info, I can fact check it with the document,"

"Cool! Then me and Mike can do tapes"

"Why do I have to do tapes with Robin?" Mike bemoaned, but he had already taken Lucas’ bag from across the table and was pulling out a tape.

"Which leaves me and Johnathan for viewing pictures," El said, changing the subject and atmosphere by smiling happily at Johnathan. He smiled back and nodded, picking up a small handful of pictures from the stack. Quickly, El did the same and the rest of their little group got to work.

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"Lucas, why is there just cultish chanting on this tape?" Mike asked sometime later, breaking the silence that was note-taking and photo-sorting.

"What?" Lucas asked, confused. "Could you play it aloud?"

Mike shrugged, unplugging his headphones, and played the track over again after rewinding it. Then, as if it was some sort of cult chant, the four heard a group of people, presumably men, repeating a phrase over and over again, louder and louder.

«boku yni su mõ puvwaɾ! boku yni su mõ puvwaɾ! boku yni su mõ puvwaɾ!»

"Oh! Yeah, that’s our pre-game hype chant. Jason said it’s some sort of encouragement phrase in an ancient language, but now I’m not so sure. Besides, Dustin said Steve can speak siren-language, so I thought he might be able to translate it later."

The group nodded. Lucas made a good point: even if it was nothing there was no point in not trying to get every piece of evidence they could against this jackass.

"John, El, how’s photo sorting going?" Robin asked, since she had already taken off her headphones and gotten distracted.

"Frustrating," Johnathan replied, and El nodded.

"It is hard to determine where most of the photos should go." El explained. "For example, I cannot tell whether a picture of Jason making a speech at a pep rally is considered ’siren’ or 'other,'"

"Can’t you use your powers to try and see what was going on at the time?" Lucas asked, but El shook her head.

"Technically yes, though if I used them for every photo I would wear myself out."

"Wouldn’t the photo just be him being a dick in general?" Robin asked frankly. "I mean, he’s giving a speech at a pep rally. You’re only supposed to do that when you’re an admin or something."

"But didn’t Eddie say that was when he say Jason use the most magic? Maybe we should call him over from Steve’s to see if he can see anything himself," Johnathan countered. "If he’s using magic as he’s talking, then he’s definitely pulling a siren."

"Maybe you could make a 'both' pile?" Lucas suggested innocently. "If you can’t tell whether he’s just being a dick or if he’s being a siren, say for now he’s doing both. Then later, we can have Eddie check."

The other four at the table nodded in agreement as they staggeringly went back to work.

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"Hey guys, I’m gonna use the bathroom, be right back," Lucas set the packet down on the table as he got up from his seat. All the others at the table simply nodded and hummed in agreement, not taking their eyes off their work. Lucas shrugged and walked down the hallway to the Byers’ bathroom, locking the door behind him as he entered.

He was briefly fixing his hair in the (aluminum) mirror when a flash in the window caught his sharp eyes.

Lucas stepped into the bathtub to peer out the window for a few seconds—just making sure whatever had passed was just a squirrel, or something.

The flash was the glint of the sun-on-steel reflection from one Jason Carver’s car.

His ears twitched as he heard the ignition shut off.

Fuck.

"Guys, GUYS," Lucas ran as fast as he could (without destroying the house) back to the kitchen table, and everyone looked up at him inquisitively."

"Carver—Car—Here, now—"

"Holy fuck," Robin shot up from her seat, now just as panicked as Lucas, and started piling as much as she could from the table in her arms. "Shove it under the couch!"

Quickly, everyone else joined her in haphazardly hiding their incriminating evidence under the Byers’ well-loved couch, until the inevitable knock on the door.

"Hello? Byers?" The unmistakable voice of Jason Carver made the whole party freeze in their tracks. "Can we talk? I just have a few questions,"

Lucas watched Johnathan take a breath, then quietly start to make his way to the door. Halfway there, he beckoned for the rest of the group to leave and stay out of sight. The four of them made eye-contact—none of them were budging.

"Johnathan Byers, hey, mind if I ask you a few questions?" None of them could see the doorway from where they were hiding, but they could hear the unmistakable phoniness in Jason’s voice.

"Sure, sure, come on in," Johnathan spoke, tense, and Lucas flinched as he heard the door shut. "S’not like I’m doing much right now anyways,"

"Oh?" Jason faked casualty. "No company over, or…"

"Yeah, I have some of my brother’s friends over. We were about to make some foos, right guys?" The two men moved into the group’s line of sight, and Johnathan gave a sheepish smile.

Luckily, El caught on fast.

"I’m Jane, Will’s twin sister," She boldly walked up towards Jason and they shook hands. "John, is this one of your school friends?"

Jason and Johnathan laughed, exchanging expressions of awkwardness.

"Sinclair," Jason gave Lucas a little wave, and Lucas trilled his fingers back—something he’d adopted from Steve.

Jason took a breath and the atmosphere in the room darkened.

"I feel like you guys have some sort of vendetta against me," no shit, "and while I certainly believe you should have your own opinion," lies, "I can’t help but have heard some sorts of threats against me? Is there anything you guys should tell me to protect my safety?"

Lucas felt some sort of tug at his heartstrings—maybe he should tell Jason to keep him safe—but when had Jason ever done the same for him? Jason didn’t deserve their warning.

"Nice try, asshole." Mike spoke sharply, "It’ll take far more than just convincing us to get us to help you at all,"

Jason’s façade cracked ever so slightly.

"Let’s try this then, if you all want to be so difficult," He took another breath to regain his composure, "You will tell me everything about your plans, right here, right now,"

This time, that tug was harder, but still cooled down by something else—something Lucas couldn’t quite put into words, inside his chest.

"Sorry pal," Robin shrugged, grinning in sarcastic nonchalance, "better luck next time,"

"WHAT—ahem, what?" Jason spoke through angered, gritted teeth.

“You cannot convince us to do your bidding, Carver,” El smiled sweetly as Lucas started to see small fragments of her glow come to light. “We are not your puppets,”

“Maybe you aren’t,” Jason’s mask snapped, and his face turned dark and menacing. Suddenly, Jason and Lucas had locked eyes.

“But he is."

“I expected better of you, Sinclair.” Jason slowly stepped forward, inching his way towards him. Lucas felt his fangs and claws lengthen to defensive positions. “On the varsity team so young; so gullible,”

Instantly, Jason pinned Lucas to the wall like it was nothing, and brought his own face right in front, so they had no choice but to lock eyes. Lucas grimaced at his strong, rotten fish-smelling breath, and winced when he saw Jason’s rows of jagged, sharp teeth.

Was that normal for sirens?

“Tell me everything you know,” Jason looked directly into his eyes, analyzing and grinning with no sense of remorse.

Lucas groaned as his heart throbbed in his chest, and his head started to pound. He never wanted to tell Jason anything, but he might have to—

Seconds later, it was as if it was all wiped clean, a blank slate of nothingness.

Lucas smiled.

"Not gonna work, Jason." Jason quickly stepped back, taking a hard look at the group around the room. El was fully glowing now, and her wings seemed stiff and ready to fly. Mike and Robin had taken some sort of fighting stance, and Johnathan held a metal baseball bat in his hand.

"ɾevɛlə la maʒjə də səlɥi ki ta modi," Jason chanted thrice, first soft, then loud, then confirming. "ɾevɛlə la maʒjə də səlɥi ki ta modi! ɾevɛlə la maʒjə də səlɥi ki ta modi!"

Everyone in the room besides Jason began to glow a bright, sunshine yellow.

In the depth of the situation, Lucas had forgotten to listen around him.

The group flinched as the front door flew open, banging against the wall.

"JOHN! ROBIN! HOLY FU—" Eddie skidded to a stop when he laid eyes on the scene, and quickly was followed by Argyle, Max, Erica, and Will.

"Why are you all covered in Steve’s magic?" Argyle asked, and Lucas immediately knew they were all done for.

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Season Finale, Part 8!

Lemme know if theres like any side stuff you guys would want to know about in the au, etc!

Also, I may be coming out with a different monster-based ST AU sometime soon (it’s a bit bloodier ;D)!

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Collective Reading 10/11

It’s time to get back to business collective! No more hesitating, procrastination, self-sabotage, distractions, etc.! You’re about to be made aware of something or some things that have been happening to you and/ or around you. Whether this is pertaining to YOU or people around you that have been trying to distract you. There’s work to be done and there are things that need to be handled, I see you coming out victorious. I’m hearing “blind side” make sure you’re being careful on the road too! You’re not just driving for you but you’re driving for other people as well. Something about bright headlights may be significant too. You’re going to feel so good & free very soon and I see a celebration with friends, family and maybe even strangers depending on your situation. Before, you may have felt things weren’t working out for you, you could’ve been feeling tired, irritated and just fed up but that’s coming to an end soon! I’m hearing “down and out”. Some of you are needing to take a much needed break/ vacation from work, go out and have… have a drink or two… maybe three lol or four 👀. I also see a big win for someone, you may have been left with some sort of betrayal but you’re about to experience A LOT of wins! Folks could’ve been gossiping about you too but they’re about to eat their words, this could be a mother figure or a child’s mother (place it where it needs to be for you). Basically people who mistook you and took you for granted and thought it was okay to slander your name or basically going to be seeing your name everywhere lol, it’s giving superstar… you’re literally going to be someone of importance. “Alien Superstar” by Beyoncé is significant or you’re going to be embodying that type of energy. I’m hearing “wish will be granted”! Something is being set free, if this is you, the Universe is setting you free, it’s giving you passed some kind of judgement and you’re being freed. There could be someone that’s getting released from prison, I’m hearing “probation” and “good behavior”. As far as you guys are concerned, this could be how you may feel, like being set from prison, like no more hardships for you, no more battles to fight, no more weird and negative situations and people! Like you’re literally being set free, applaud yourself, you have much to look forward to! Your dreams are literally about to come true, you’re literally going through some type of spiritual renewal, the old version of you is dead and gone, it was a long time coming but you freaking MADE IT!!!! 🎉 🎊🥳 “Celebrate good times!!” Is the song that I’m hearing lmao. There’s no more looking back and look down, pick yourself up! Pick your head up! And walk it like you talk it babes! Put some pep in your step and strut your stuff hunty! 💅🏾 Mice and sirens are your confirmations. Happiness, abundance and positivity is your destiny and birth rite!!! 555 on the clock! Expect powerful but beautiful changes and continue to keep a positive mindset “Work” by Britany Spears is significant! That’s it, that’s all! 🎊

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Anon who requested ghost, divine, and only child reader:

Fairly short prompt, but a powerful one.

Diluc, Kaeya, and Childe with a siren!reader, whose mermaid sibling is currently frozen inside a Snezhnayan museum. They definitely have the means to infiltrate and escape by their own means, but the question of how to melt the ice without also melting their sibling remains unanswered.

⸢ Siren's Call ⸥

Other notes ➽ Not me kicking my feet and giggling as I write this. I think I got carried away with Childe but overall this whole thing was 3.2k words. This wasn't by any means proofread.

Featured Characters ➽ Diluc, Kaeya and Childe

Spoilers ➽ Diluc's profile story lore, Kaeya's profile story lore, Childe's story quest

Trigger Warnings ➽ Glass breaking(?) Nothing truly major

Summary ➽ When he aids you in answering a Siren's call

Diluc met you long before the events of the current story, during a time he traversed the seven nations in retribution.

It came to his attention that your countenance against the cold and melancholic scene of Snezhnaya felt odd, it's not that you stood out but there was a different sense of cryptic to your aura. Snow didn't fall in line with the cold gaze you cast, and even then your eyes held so.eyhing deeper so to speak.

However he didn't have time to dwell on your enigmatic display. The young Ragnvindr Master turns his heel to investigate the cold nation further until night came about.

Taking a break at at some no name pub, Diluc calmly walks though the streets with his gaze unmet by the few who were present in the hour. That's until he saw the soles of your shoes.

If you didn't intrigue his curiosity earlier then you sure did now. What were you doing idling in front of the capital's museum?

"And what would warrant my trust comrade " Diluc didn't like the way the word felt slipping from his tongue, such a pure term of allyship but it became too synonymous with this northern nation. Your form was barely visible under the golden hues lights illuminating the streets, given how determined your hands were in clutching the hem of your cloak. Had Diluc been none the wiser you could've been mistaken as some beggar.

"I havn't done anything to warrant your distrust, have I?" A rhetorical answer but he took it. In the end he had to admit that most of his intelligence networks are composed of the most mundane personnel in the eyes of the public; so perhaps you had something under that distressed expression of yours. It took a bit of mental pep talk to withstand his scarlet gaze but eventually the Mondstat master slowly nodded as he uncrossed his arms.

"Let's give eachother what we want, you understand that right?"

But what Diluc didn't understand, was how far fetched your request was. Who knew you'd be a descendant of Fontaine’s older court, a kindred of those troublesome oceanides nonetheless? Perhaps aquatic lineage runs deeper than one first perceives it to be.

That aside, he had a few qualms before reluctantly agreeing to help. After some surveying there was a broke ventilation screen at the second story window. Logical foresight brought you two to a bird's eye view of the museum and its stellar displays.

What caught his eye immediately was the upside down visage of a close eyed being, Scales cascaded down the sides of their faces whilst their body charred into an elongated fish like tail. Webbed hands reached for the bottom of their icy confinements— implying it's last minute resistance to being taken. That's when he felt a tug on his sleeve.

"That's them... it's faint but..." Diluc doesn't miss.the way your very human ear twitched, for a moment the moon light's glint showed a more aquatic body part but the mirage went away as soon as it came. "He's still alive, his hymn is subtle but I can hear it perfectly clear"

"Hymn you say?" Natural songstress is what he perceived your kind, along with murderous hunters of the depths but that was an opinion for another time. "Yes maybe it's time's effect but his voice is weaker compared to before... I could've taken him out myself but that wretched ice...and no way to transport..."

"Who said you needed to bring the whole block?"

A high risk plan was conducted, Diluc was to melt some part of the ice where you'd immediately use your hydro inclined abilities to manipulate the residue; evidence of your presence should be minimized at least that's what he stated.

You must have valuable information if you're going this far in convincing him your cause is worthwhile. You two took turns in Melting and cleaning the material until finally the younger siren kindred began to breathe; chest rising and falling as it slowly un arched his tail to relieve the long due tension.

The uncanny trio escaped the way it came, Diluc had to bite the insides of his cheek whilst carrying your sibling on his back— in all archon's fairness you did offer to help but he told you to be the rear look out (and to clean up any dripping water from the aquatic being you two were breaking out.

"Mondstat, it's the God of Freedom's nation isn't it..?" At this point in time your brother had fallen asleep, resting in a wagon with their body well wrapped by Snezhnayan cloth. You two immediately made a beeline towards the outskirts of Snezhnaya where the borders slipped against its neighboring nations. Diluc slowly nodded as he looked straight into the fire you started.

"I did what I can, now I think you should give your end of the bargain." A dry chuckle chided his hearing, looks like he was a man of efficiency.

"Fatui camps aren't random nor are they formed for a process. Rather... they're stationed as a result of some interesting discoveries."

Your tip was gently elaborated rye longer your campfire burned into the night, the moment Diluc had woken up, he saw no sign of your nor your sibling. His guard rose at an alarming speed until he saw the Snezhnayan cloth torn and sprawled on a naked tree next to the ice-cold river.

It didn't take much for the redhead to put two and two together, such an instance did provide him the necessary guide to pinpointing his course of action. That run-in with you was a mere hectic memory...or so he thinks.

"A glass of fire water please." That withdrawn smile on your face was as clear as the moonlight he'd often remember when recounting your whole being. Perhaps today would finally put his slumbering curiosities to rest.

Forget the little mermaid, his interaction with you made that otherworldly fairy-tale nothing but a childish whim. Kaeya's meeting with you was slow if anything. The first time he laid eyes on you was during a treasure hoarder interrogation.

Cider lake was vast whether it's day or night, you weren't very clever hiding under the crystal clear water but perhaps you assumed the cavalry captain was too preoccupied to even notice how you idled near the shore, what was your motive?

And so it became a routine, his patrol's coverage suddenly expanded to Mondstat's outskirts. Every day he'd do his job and when night cascades the sky he'd observe from one of the cliffs, sure enough, you'd always be there.

So it went for days, days turned to weeks but before it became a month you suddenly stopped showing. Odd... he'd think you'd stay now that there were barely any people on shore- assuming that you were hiding then it occurred to him that you went off someplace else to find prey.

A sarcastic chuckle Kaeya, with how mesmerizing your kind was- he almost forgot that there was a use to the beauty you possess, and so he set off tracking you down. He wasn't about to do paperwork on siren killings at the Favonius headquarters no not on his watch.

It wasn't unusual for him to idle around the streets at questionable hours, he wouldn't be the infamous cavalry captain if he wasn't, yes? He wasn't about to bother the others with his siren hunting, especially with how chained their hands are with their own work, besides its just one person who somehow clutched his attention for four weeks give or take how hard can finding you be-

"Sorry!- excuse me" it's a wildly unfamiliar voice, he thought. It didn't take more than a second for Kaeya to snap his gaze at your now much more human form, persistently scurrying away towards...the Goth Grand Hotel?- instincts urging him to chase you a gloved hand wrapper around your wrist.

"Uh uh uh~ I'd start explaining if I were you... now what's a fish doing on land, hm?"

Older sister trapped inside that fatui-marked hotel huh... and here he thought those troublesome fatui have made comrades among the inhumane, but knowing that sirens aren't their friends felt oddly relieving to the Cavalry Captain.

That new Snezhnayan attraction as you heard fatui called it was to be sent out at the break of dawn tomorrow right? Well, then you'll just have to make a move tonight. By you, he meant we—

By archons hearing him admit he's been observing you the past weeks felt iffy for the most part, but that just cut your little storytelling short by telling him why you were at Cider Lake in the first place. Oh had he been late maybe Keya wouldn't have had any treasure hoarders to arrest at all—

"Aren't you supposed to be hypnotic singers, my siren?" The word 'my' had no right throwing you off guard, not in the slightest. Stifling the choked 'what' from your mouth a hand made its way to the lower half of your face before you peeked from the corner of the hotel, at this point in time the fatui stationed at the front door had left to deal with some bathroom business so you and your little cavalry friend managed to get in with no qualms... it's still questionable how you had fatui masks at the ready— but Kaeya knew better than anyone about secrets and resources.

"Yes but I'm not risking your arse getting snapped under it.." He rolls his eyes but you did have a point, before you two could continue the debate a low alto tuned humming seeped from beyond the reception's door. Kaeya knew without a doubt that it's your kindred after observing you body tensing.

"You owe me a a lot of words and a tune after this, song bird—"

He took you by the hand and confidently strided towards the door, the fatui might've been too laxed recently. It shouldn't be this easy judging from your observation of the Snezhnayan natives but Kaeya made things easier than expected.

Sure enough once you two and reaches that door, your older sister was there with her finned arm reaching for the top of the once unfrozen tank. The sides were hinged with unknown metal and the ice inside was clean and cut you could clearly see the other side of the tank with ease.

Before you can even turn to the knight about your plan Kaeya was a bit eager in getting this over with. His vision flared with specks of cryo radiating off of the gem before his hand hovered in front of the ice tank. You had to wonder what he was doing until it struck you that he's manipulating the ice's shape itself.

Ten minutes later your sister's hand finally twitched alive, the ice was cracking indiscriminately but with Kaeya not letting it fall and your hydro like abilities refilling the gaps while pulling out your sister- it was a tedious full proof plan.

"Don't ask, there's an uneven plank of foundation by that wall corner..." With your sister in a bridal carry Kaeya gestured for you to interact with that blind spot, sure enough there was a hollow space. "Tap it until it creaks, it should open. Now as charming as you look under the candle light I think it's best we make haste don't you agree?"

There he was again with his roguish charm. You tried to not let it get to you especially with your sister needing immediate attention but you can feel your cold blood rising to your face- how is that even possible?

Contemplation aside you three got out from a hidden nook behind the hotel, Kaeya led you all to headquarters but it seems you had other plans.

He left you and your kindred for a few minutes to fetch something only to not see you in his office? How fast were you to even carry your sister- the trail of dripping water led him to where he assumed to be Starfell Valley. So that's where you two are fleeing...

The night was occupied with him dispersing that trail of hydro, it should be perfectly gone by dawn and by then he'd be ready to listen to fatui distress over morning coffee.

Sometimes he idles during patrol whenever he goes near Cider Lake, you still owed him that song and information did you not? Then he hears a lighter humming...it wasn't your older sister. When Kaeya rushed to Starfell lake he saw a piece of parchment rolled up and sealed wight seaweed.. Not letting any word unread he'd keep that farewell close. Afte all it contained everything you knew of the treasure hoarders after observing them for a while.

Calling it now he met you before either of you can even make memories. The young Snezhnayan boy often went ice fishing and at one point he may have seen your form beneath the icy waters (or maybe I'm just a sucker for forgotten childhood acquaintances to lovers who knows-)

Ajax often wonders whether the webbed hand reaching up for contact was some fever dream he formulated after falling into the abyss but he never looked back on that memory until today. Pantalone was going on and on about this rare find he's planning on donating to Snezhnaya's Museum— in honor of all things classically expensive nonetheless.

He had no interest whatsoever until he saw it to be a preserved siren. Upon further inspection he saw two of them forming a perfect circle like yin and yang- the ice did a splendid job displaying their aquatic majesty but their closed-eyed despair expression left a daunting pit in his stomach.

It felt wrong no matter how gorgeous they looked or how soothing their humming was...humming? Are they calling for someone? The youngest harbinger stayed behind as Pantalone went on with his little tour around the warehouse, leaving the boy to observe what happens until- the glass pane behind the display made a tapping sound.

He'd look back to see if he was alone before walking over to the window, it's odd seeing as it leads to nothing but the ice-cold ocean where fish of behemoth sizes would swim to be caught. That's when he stared eye to eye with your slitted eyes.

"Family huh... it's obvious comrade." "Don't, I swear on the divine if you do anything to them—" "Y'know... I think I saw a bottle of Fire Water here somewhere."

Your sudden desperation didn't go unnoticed by him. Childe saw you in his peripheral vision but he didn't catch your tail easily shifting into legs. The bottle of fire eater sitting pristinely next to the crate was soon in his hold, turning back to see your ragged cloaked visage standing in front of the block of ice in meesely defense. Childe simply raised both hands in defense still holding the liquor, if it'd stop you from making a commotion then so be it.

"I can tell for care for them,and I can tell you they won't really bring much honor to her majesty the Tsaritsa... how about it. I send you three home in one piece, deal ?"

By the time he's finished elaborating his plan he was already a mere one foot before you, you had no choice but to accept- it wasn't like you had a better plan. You can't melt the ice without harming them nor you could just push the block of ice without making a sound. What did the bottle of Firewater have to do with your dilemma?

Childe gently carried you, it was rather easy despite your weight and he didn't seem to be bothered by the water staining his uniform- it can be easily covered by his coat anyways. Your confusion and embarrassment were answered when he placed you on his shoulders, handing you the bottle in the process.

He told you to gently pour it over the ice? Strange... even so what if it was toxic? Your train of thought was cut when he squeezed your shins dangling over his shoulders. Who knows when would Pantalone and his lackeys would come back— Childe wasn't in the mood to deal with that discourse yet.

"It's fire water, comrade. It's enough to thaw ice but the most it does on your skin is send an eery warmth." "And you're sure it won't be a different case to my twin siblings..?"

Your question trailed off into a focused silence. Holding your breathe before tipping the bottle and watching the substance run over the block of ice, the first few moments were nothing but by the give minute mark the ice was loosing its solid shape. While you were occupied in thawing the ice Childe was using his own vision by transporting the residue into the ocean through the window.

"Almost just- a bit more-"

The bottle slipped from your moist grip, it crashed down on the planks turning your discreet atmosphere into one of urgency. By archon's mercy your twin siblings were mostly out so all Childe had to do was manipulate the remaining rime.

He placed you back on the ground before catching the twin sister— the brother limped in your arms and in the spur of the moment the four of you jumped out the window. Childe made sure to bring the remaining block with your group- leaving the room in the warehouse bare and void of treasure.

You're more worried about the harbinger— seeing as your twin siblings regained their strength once they began to move in the ocean. At this point in time your form reverted to that of a siren and with your inhumane senses you managed to see a struggling fatui amidst the murky waters.

"Sir your clothes- they're drenched." "Ahah..so they are comrade. I'll wait it out here on the beach, I know someone in Liyue who can get me an overnights refuge. I gotta say- swimming from north to south in an hour sounds useful."

Your banter with him would've continued had your sister and brother not whined for your attention. It was a bit annoying seeing this man casually flirt (that's what they think) with their older sibling. Childe can only chuckle as he adjusted his posture over the harbor docks.

"So that's it... well, I did my deed. Word of advice, comrade." He stared down at you and your siblings, the way the Liyue lights reflected off your patterned skin and most of all- your eyes. It was then did he felt some sort of closure with himself. Childe bent down to place a hand on yours.

"Steer clear of the north, I heard they have kinder waters here.."

From that day onwards Childe would avoid idling too close to the docks, he can't tell why but for some reason he doesn't want his connection with the fatui to affect you or your family.

He was in denial, he just doesn't wanna face you after having an intense reunion. There was no doubt about it- you were that friend that desperately tried to swim after him when he fell into the abyss.

The least he can do right now is assure your safety and by extension your kindred's wellbeing. Until the day he's sure he can safely meet your gaze once more he'll simply treasure the torn cloth he got from your cloak, safely tied to his vision's ring.

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