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Mission Failed

Simon “Ghost” Riley x M!Reader x John “Soap” MacTavish

Last Edited: 17/03/2023

TW: slight angst, foul language, violence, blood, gore, gunshot wound, death mention

@denzellovehazelnuts: Hi! hope you have a good day! Can you do a poly "Ghost x male reader x Soap" (if you comfortable writing poly relationship) with slow burn, angst and fluff at the end? Where Ghost and Soap already in a relationship until the reader came into their team The two male thought the reader wasn't talkative around people but few weeks later, things change at first Ghost seems interesting in the male skill using gun and how fast he can run and Soap like the male sense of humour. Both of them thought it only a friendship type of things. Until the male save Ghost from the enemy on the battlefield and him laughing at Soap jokes. That when the two males known what happen to them, they weren't sure if M/n would comfortable in a relationship with them, so they start doing small things for him like making coffee or helping training,.. And M/n notice it, he even started to fall for the both of them. But he keep denying the things they did for him because he thought that what friend do. and M/n don't think he is ready for a new relationship, he wasn't sure he is good enough for them (the male got trauma from the previous relationships) (more angst please, I would like to suffer for a little bit) (・∀・) After a while, the three of them got into a mission together, everything went good until the male got shot. He thought he going to be de@d soon (only to find out that he only got shot at his leg) so M/n confessed how he feel about the two of them. (andddd I don't know what to do with the ending cause I'm ran out of idea. I would want to see how the treated each other when got into a relationship. Sorry about the grammar, English isn't my first language)

Word Count: 2,654

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Notes: hiiii! i dont do heavy angst but i did do some u know? slow burn it is!!! srry it took so long! irl things hold me back a lot. N since u wanted slow burn, n with all that uve put (about 350 words of things i can work on/with 2 get this drawn out as a full-on fic!! yay!) i had 2 like. try n put all u wanted in there so yea! hope u enjoy!! also! i threw in some other characters like gaz n roach. hope u dont mind em being in here since this is like, a mash of cod n codmw2 (canon? what cancon?) cause i rlly do wanna put some other characters in here that i find interesting n build some sort of character/personality 4 the reader. reader deserves some cool friends-2-brothers!

At first, you hadn’t wanted to join Task Force 141. You were comfortable with your position as the quiet, but light on your feet, knife specialist. Well, that wasn’t truly your title. You were just good with knives. You weren’t too shotty with a gun either. Either weapon being in your hands meant blood was going to be shed. KorTac needed those types, especially those who could use it to get in as well as out; you also couldn’t forget about using your skills to get information. Torturing the prisoners wasn’t something you particularly liked, but you were good at it too. Combining your skills with knives and guns, it truly was hell for anyone on the opposite side of your team. You also couldn’t forget that, out of the others, you were much faster. Sure, some could still beat you at times but that didn’t mean you weren’t good. Bets had been constantly taking place with you, along with others as it was one of the few things any of you could do to pass the time in a less-than-bloody manner.

The transfer from KorTac to Task Force 141 wasn’t smooth. Horangi, or Kim Hong-jin, didn’t let you go for weeks. You were part of his team, one of his men. The leader of KorTac is what most of you saw him as. He knew many of you like the back of his hand. Not to mention, a tiger can be cruel but would never devour its cubs for no reason, well, as some say. As far as you knew, because you were all together, you were a team and therefore family. While there were others who didn’t get along, out in the field, all of you had each other’s back. Very rarely did anyone get left to perish to the enemy.

With all that in mind, it took weeks for him to let you go. More or less, Laswell was the one to convince him; that is if you call bringing each plus every person in KorTac to ruins as “convincing”. She wanted you on a team she could keep tabs on you; doubting her power and skills was out of the question. Which meant leaving KorTac to ensure that everyone else was free from possible imprisonment or death was necessary.

Fitting in wasn’t too hard considering most of the people there were from all over the place. While it’s odd for a member from another team to suddenly appear on another, it didn’t bother most of the others. Just from a glance, you could tell who was into who; as well as who exactly was in a relationship. A man by the name of Ghost including another called Soap, you knew were together. Soap flirted with almost everyone, though it was more teasing and lighthearted. With Ghost though? The flirting went up by twenty percent. His dial for teasing went up tenfold too. Meanwhile, Ghost hardly looked at anyone else, nevertheless, stare at them unless they were the Scottish man. Frankly, you didn’t mind. Who were you to judge the two? Especially when they were good at what they did.

It takes weeks before you’re comfortable enough to so much as talk to anyone 141. Gaz, or Kyle as Soap tended to call him when annoyed, is the first to so much as approach you. While the others are interested, you coming from KorTac had put them off for a bit. Gaz on the other hand treats you like a brother. He’ll throw his arm around your shoulder, dragging you around as he laughs about the past or even at your jokes. At meals, he always throws a raised eyebrow at those who look at you oddly when you’re quiet or sitting with the man. He treats you like you’re part of the team, furthermore, that truly means more than anything to you.

The man is just as bloodthirsty as you are. His stories of falling out of planes along with taking out enemies only lead to you looking up to your new teammate and brother. His tales of meeting Captain Price, past missions, a few tidbits of him being with the SAS, together with some metals he’s earned, only makes you want to pry more stories from the man; not like you don’t have to try. Simply asking about his stories leads to at least an hour-long spill of them from the guy.

And with his stories comes a few of your own. You don’t share much of them, knowing Gaz spreads them to the rest of the team with more dramatics to try to get you to interact with the others. Something you do learn about him that you always keep in mind from his stories is that his blood type is B Negative and shooting any dog, wild or not, makes him feel a bit guilty; he had to shoot one a while ago and apologised to the poor mutt after having to put it down to finish his mission.

With all that he’s shared and how the both of you see each other as brothers, it’s only fair that you let yourself talk to the others in the team. Though your words are short, along with your jokes being told quickly to distract yourself from the stressful situations, you allow yourself to slowly relax with the others. Gaz’s constant support helps you finally allow yourself to bond with your new team and family. It’s only after a mission that things change. 

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“Take the left! Keep your heads down and keep movin’!” Captain Price’s voice rings out in your earpiece. Everything has gone to shit. The intel you’ve been getting was entirely a trap. You’re running through an underground tunnel, Ghost and another man named Roach is running in front of you.

Roach is a quiet man, never talking or letting out a sound, but semi-friendly. From his actions and what you’ve been told of him, he does his best to complete the missions to the tea. The few interactions you’ve had with him were silent but nice. Whether or not he’s mute has crossed your mind time and mind again but you don’t ask; you’d rather leave the man be. After all, he has become something like a friend maybe even another brother.

“Copy. We’re nearly out. Roach and [Redacted] are with me,” Ghost responds, quickening his pace. The rifle smacks against your back as you speed up to keep up with the other two men. Despite the situation, the three of you remain as calm as you can be.

“You’re bein’ tracked like a rabbit is by a hound, Ghost! Move it!” The captain’s orders are clear and the worry is read between the lines. If you three don’t get out, it’s a huge blow to 141. Not only that, but Soap loses his boyfriend, Gaz loses two of his best friends as well as brothers, you three lose your lives, and Task Force 141 loses three of its members. Dying isn’t an option here.

“We have company,” Your words are muffled by your gear but the two soldiers in front of you hear them in their own pieces.

“Fuckin’ hell-” Ghost’s sentence gets cut off by gunfire from behind. Turning around, you fire the Lachmann Sub in your possession.

“We gotta go! They’re gaining!” You clip one of the enemies in the shoulder and another is hit in the stomach. Picking up the speed, the three of you try to beat them out of the tunnel. You cover the back, hoping the two get out before you. If you get surrounded, it’s over.

Thankfully, they haven’t reached the other end of the tunnel as the three of your burst out of the exit. You grab a grenade, pull the pin and throw it in the tunnel. As soon as it leaves your hands, you’re running faster to get to Roach and Ghost before anything else can; one arm wraps around each of your teammates’ necks, dragging them down to the ground as the little metal bomb goes off. Debris flies everywhere, looking for an area to land after being shot out of its place.

With the tunnel exist now collapsed along with no more flying rock and metal, you release the men. “How copy?” Crackles through each of your earpieces. You knock your forearm into Roach’s upper arm, eyes crinkling from your smile. He gives you a grateful nod, standing. You smack Ghost’s arm as he stands, glad to have escaped the enemies for now.

“Tunnel’s collapsed. We’re good. Ready for extraction, Sir,” Blunt and straight to the point are the skull-masked man’s words.

“Good. Heli’s close by. Move to the edge of the town.” With the three of you alive, you can practically feel Captain Price’s relief.

“Copy that, Captain,” Your muffled response comes before Ghost can send in his own. He scans you from the corner of his eye but doesn’t give you a retort. You do, however, hear a small huff of air leave him. You throw your arm around Roach’s neck again, puffs of air leaving you from happiness, meanwhile, his arm comes around your back. Seems the three of you live another day.

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After that mission, Ghost tends to lurk around you more than he originally had. It didn’t help that Soap tends to tag along as well. Thankfully, he finds your jokes hilarious if the loud, boisterous laughter he lets out all the time tells you anything. His teasing ends up piling onto you as well. Before, it was light as well as spread out. Now, it’s almost like he’s talking to Ghost with all the teasing and flirting he now does with you. His boyfriend hardly seems concerned but rather encourages his behaviour. Of course, that doesn’t mean he goes easy on you when the two of your spar together. He’s dead serious when it comes to sparring; it’s only a reminder that while he does good off, he’s just as dangerous as the rest of them.

The two men seem to be fixated on wanting to help you out in training as well. More pointers plus tips are thrown your way when you practice with either of them. Sometimes, they’ll even make you coffee for those sleepless nights. Mentioning such things to Gaz and Roach only leads to your sworn brothers giving you knowing looks or a few teasing words; Gaz is the one with the teasing remarks while Roach pats your shoulder in a mocking but teasing “you poor man” way. Neither seems keen on wanting to spill the tea on why the Scottish and British men have been more affectionate.

While you enjoy their kind gestures, including their company, you’re not sure if you’re ready to admit to yourself, or them, about such feelings or relationships. On the surface, you truly do want to ask them if this is some sort of flirting schtick they have going on. Deep down though, the idea of being with anyone again makes your stomach fill with the lead. How could you enter another relationship? After the last one ended with your soon-to-be fiance’s brains splattered all over a brick wall. How can you move past that? How can you allow yourself to find someone like them? Or even better than them? The answer to that is a sigh alongside a bitter smile. The ring hiding under your tactical gloves seems to burn your skin. Truly, how can you let your first love go? After all, if you weren’t good enough to keep them alive, how can you keep these two from meeting the same gorey end?

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“To think I’d find myself here… How fuckin’ funny,” You mumble. Another mission, this one just like all the others. Well, it would have been if you hadn’t been shot. The blood leaking from your leg alongside a knife wound to your side leave you in pain. Feeling weak isn’t something uncommon but neither is it constantly happening. Words are being spoken to you through your headset. You were to be the lookout but ended up being the enemy's first target.

“How copy?” Rings in your ears. Your eyes stare blankly in front of you. You feel pathetic. Too tired to talk. Too tired to get up. You just sit, popped up against a tree in the heavily wooded area. You’ve failed, failed, failed.

“C’mon, Mate, how do ya copy?” Soap’s voice is worried and winded. He and Ghost are the people you’ve been teamed up with and you’ve failed.

“[Redacted], how copy?” The next tone is Ghost’s. It sounds slightly strained.

“Mission Failed,” You croak, head tilted back and against the tree.

“Status report, Mate. Where are ya?” He’s rushing, possibly panicked now.

“Got two wounds. Gunshot to the thigh. Knife to the side. Bleeding pretty bad, Soap.” You close your eyes, sighing.

“State your location.” The Brit seems to be just as worried as his Scottish counterpart.

“Dunno. Woods. Against a tree… There’s a lot of blood. Feelin’ woozy.” When you open your eyes, your sight is blurred. You’re losing too much blood.

“Keep talkin’ to us then, yeah? You’ll make it out. We’ll get out together,” The Scot’s words, though hopeful, only make you scoff quietly.

“You know… If I get outta here… Think we can go out sometime? Bourbon and whiskey? The three of us?”

“When we get out, [Redacted]. There’s no if here,” The masked man makes it sound final like there’s no way you’ll die on them.

“Yeah… Yeah..” You don’t say anymore, everything slowly hazing away. It’s like your floating in winter with how cold you feel.

“[Redacted]? Don’t sleep! C’mon! Keep ya eyes open!” Soap’s words fade away along with everything else. All that waits is cold darkness.

– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –

“So… Think you can handle our drinking date after this?” Soap perches on the side table, messing with a lighter he took from Ghost.

“After he’s healed, Johnny. No alcohol before,” A semi-scolding is all the man gets from the brooding Ghost. You laugh slightly, jostling your wounds. You wince but wave off the concerned looks you get.

“After I’m no longer full of holes, Johnny-boy.” You take a sip of water afterwards, making Soap frown playfully.

“And to think I was gonna bring out the good shit fer ya. A shame. A damn shame.” You gently shake your head. It was a close call but Ghost got to you before you completely bled out. From what you’ve been told by Gaz, who yelled at you for an hour after you woke up from your four-day sleep, Ghost and Soap dragged you back to the helicopter. Both refused to leave your side. Captain Price ended up having to yell at the men and bribe them with a bit of alcohol to get them to even go to their own rooms. You made sure to apologize to Gaz, hugging him tightly after his blow-up. He thought he was going to lose a friend and family member so you couldn’t blame him.

Roach gave you the cold should for a while before appearing in your room with a cup of coffee. He made sure to smack the back of your head for your stupidity as well, though it was hardly rough. You grabbed the man before he could so much as bolt though when he saw you getting up to hug him. He hadn’t pushed you away though. And the captain? It felt like you were a kid again with how he pinned you with his stare. He made sure to tell you exactly how he felt, going from angry, to disappointed, to angry again. Another guy you couldn’t blame anything on. But you get to live another day at least. And you get to have that date with the two guys who were able to grab ahold of your heart after a long-time of heartache and loss.

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Speak | Chapter 6

Word Count: 3.7K

Story Description: Bella Swan was a disaster when Edward had left. Deciding she needed a little help, Charlie Swan receives with open arms his younger daughter (Y/N) Swan. She helps Bella during her depression and becomes inseparable from her long-lost friend Jacob. What she didn’t expect was falling for a hotheaded short-tempered silver wolf.

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Chapter 6

It was hard for (Y/N) to focus on the moment for the rest of the night. Her mind kept replaying those few minutes of kindness Paul, a complete stranger, had given her. She couldn’t fathom how someone she had seen only from afar, someone she only knew by name, had somehow seen into her heart better than the boy who had known her most of her life. It was unexpected, thrilling, and just a tad bit terrifying.

She didn’t understand why she felt a strong pull toward him. There she was, in the arms of the person she had pined over from the moment she knew what attraction was, and her mind kept straying to the guy that had gotten her the dream catcher that was hidden in the cruiser like a dirty secret.

The piece felt nothing as such. It was thoughtful and beautiful, and the way it made her chest flutter signified a deeper meaning she could not dig out. There was no reason for her heart to react that way to him. She shouldn’t have wanted to feel his warm skin wrapped around her again, shouldn’t have wanted to inhale his scent or feel his arms against her, not even to see his bright smile once more.

Yet, that’s all she could think of as she helped clean up the night’s festivities. The way he called her name, the way his eyes lit up as she thanked him, the picturesque way his tan skin looked against the snow. And his smile. She could not get the image of his smile out of her head.

“Wait, (Y/N),” Jake called out to the girl as she followed their fathers out the door. His voice broke her out of her trance, a red hue taking over her cheeks. “Could you give this to Bella?”

He handed her a bag, much like the one she was already holding. But this one was beautiful — shiny red with a silver ribbon. It wasn’t crumbled or bent and looked like he’d put a lot of time and care into it. And it was just the bag.

“Is this another candle?” (Y/N) joked, trying her best to hide her disappointment.

“Uh, something like that,” he replied. “It’s just something I’ve had laying around and thought it might cheer Bella up. So, can you please get it to her?”

“Sure, of course. What is it anyway?”

“It’s nothing really,” he chuckled. “Looks like your dad’s ready to go.”

He pointed at Charlie who was glaring at them from the cruiser. His brows were furrowed and his mouth was downturned in an annoyed scowl. The man motioned at his daughter to hurry, his patience growing thin as his eyes followed the hand of the boy on the low of her back. Jake instantly retrieved his arm, flinching as if he’d burned himself with the touch.

“I should…”

“Yeah, you should go.” He bent down to give her a kiss, but she turned her head, his lips pressing onto her cheek. “I’ll see you later, okay?”

“Yeah,” she smiled forcefully. “See you.”

(Y/N) was quiet on the ride home. Bella’s gift bag was guarded in her hands, her fingers playing with the delicate ribbon. It took everything in her not to peek into the bag, to see just how much Jake loved Bella over her.

“You okay, kiddo?” Charlie broke the silence as they pulled into the driveway. “You’ve been awfully quiet.”

“Just tired,” she smiled reassuringly. “I might love Christmas but it’s an unbelievably draining holiday.”

“Well, why don’t you head up to bed and I’ll put away the food?”

“You sure?”

“I can manage a few leftovers, (Y/N),” he chuckled. “Now, go on.”

“Well, good night, dad. And merry Christmas.”

“You too, kiddo.”

The girl hurried into the house, snow melting onto her clothes as she sped in. She held three things in her hands – Jake’s two gift bags and the box that stored the dreamcatcher. She had inconspicuously dug it from under her chair without drawing any attention to it from Charlie. She did not have the energy to explain where it had come from.

When she made it up the stairs, before going into her room, she stopped by Bella’s. The gift in her hand burned a hole in her heart that she quickly tried to smother by justifying why her sister’s gift could be better. Her older sister had been here for a long time now, it was more than likely that he’d bought her gift some time ago.

“Hey, the sweater looks good on you,” (Y/N) called out to her sister. The girl had changed from her black zip-up hoodie to the light grey sweater she had gotten that morning from (Y/N). “Do you like it?”

“Yeah,” Bella sighed. “Did you have fun tonight?”

“Uh, yes. But we missed you there.” After she was met with silence, (Y/N) continued. “And, uh, Jake got this for you. He asked me to bring it.”

“Thanks,” was all Bella mumbled before grabbing the red bag.

After another silent moment, (Y/N) took this as a sign that her sister wanted her to leave. A sign she very much obliged to. She didn’t want to know what her boyfriend had gotten her sister that could be lighter than a candle but still warranted a bag. She would continue to be in denial that Jake would always have stronger feelings for Bella.

At the end of the day, she was his girlfriend, she told herself. No matter how long Jacob had pined for Bella, no matter how in love with her she knew he was, he was her boyfriend. (Y/N) was the one that got to kiss him, the one that got to hold him, the one that would be told those three words she already felt for him.

He had chosen her, and that was enough.

At least, it should have been enough.

But as she carefully unpacked the dreamcatcher Paul had gifted her and hung it above the bed, she wondered just how much Jake truly cared for her and how much she cared for him. She had been in love with him since she understood what it was to like someone. He’s always made her stomach flutter and her heart feel warm. And she had finally gotten everything she wanted with him.

Yet, she could not help the warmth that took over her when she thought of Paul, the boy she only knew by name and a short conversation. There had also been that dream. The image she could not shake from her head because it had felt real. Too real.

She had felt the love she had spoken of. After hugging him that night, she knew she had felt the same thing in her slumber. His arms wrapped around her, the warmth of his skin, the sound of his quickened heartbeat. She had felt it all inside her head.

But how could she be thinking of Paul if she loved Jacob? How could any ounce of her brain hold the image of someone she did not know? As she lay in bed, staring at her ceiling, waiting for sleep to overtake her, she thought. Maybe it was a fluke. A glitch in her head that would be corrected the next time she was with Jake. Because that was what she needed Paul to be, a simple accident.

She was laying on the grass in the clearing she knew. The wind was whistling softly, caressing her face gently. The sun warmed her body as it seeped through the trees. She was comfortable, and she felt happy.

Of course, she wasn’t alone.

Centimeters from her face was Paul’s. Their noses were so close she could feel the blow of his breath on her skin. He’d placed a hand on her cheek, his thumb stroking gingerly the length of her cheekbone. It was a touch (Y/N) couldn’t help but lean into, her eyes closing as she enjoyed the moment.

“You’re breathtaking,” Paul whispered as his fingers moved to trace the features of her face. “Absolutely enchanting.”

“You’re just saying that,” she chuckled. Her eyes were still closed as her stomach fluttered at the ghostly touch of his hand.

“It’s true,” he smiled as his thumb traced her bottom lip. “The most beautiful person I’ve ever laid eyes on.”

A deep red hue took over her cheeks, a warmth she tried hiding by lowering her head. Though it was a futile attempt as Paul placed a hand under her chin and forced her to look into his eyes. He smiled at her before placing his lips on hers. It was comforting and kind, and it all felt real.

“You speak like a man in love,” she chuckled, the corners of her eyes crinkling as she smiled brightly. “Is that what you are, Paul Lahote? A man in love?”

“Do you even have to ask?”

“There was a moment you weren’t.”

“Really?” he laughed. “I don’t remember that.”

“Well, it wasn’t too long ago, you know.”

“I don’t know. I’m pretty sure I’ve been in love with you my whole life,” he smiled. “I just needed some time to catch up. Because I love you, (Y/N) Swan. Always have.”

“So do I, Paul. Today, tomorrow, and every day after.”

She was startled awake by the sound of her phone ringing, and for a second she was disappointed. She was enjoying the dream. She loved and she felt loved. She seemed happy and lively. Her dream self looked like everything she aspired to be.

Her heart was beating fast. In part from the phone, but mostly because of the dream she had just woken from. Once more, Paul had sneaked his way into her head.

“Hey, Jake,” she croaked out. “Everything okay?”

“Oh, did I wake you?”

“No, no. It’s fine,” she chuckled. “What’s up?”

“Just wanted to chat,” he responded. “Did you give Bella the gift?”

“Yeah.”

“What’d she say?”

(Y/N) swallowed an annoyed sigh. “Nothing yet,” she responded instead. “She was asleep when we got home, so I just left it on her bedside table with a note.”

“Oh, okay,” he said. “Sorry about the candle, by the way. I really didn’t have any time to get anything good but I promise I’ll make it up to you.”

“It’s okay, Jake,” she said as she ran her fingers across the dream catcher. “I do have a question for you, and I don’t want you to take it the wrong way.”

“What is it?”

“What can you tell me about that guy, uh, Paul?”

Jacob kept quiet for a moment, probably wondering where the question could have come from.  “Why?” he answered. “Did something happen?”

“No, everything’s fine. It’s just I was curious about him,” she lied. “Ever since he showed up to confront you, I’ve been wondering who he is.”

“Well, he’s a short-tempered, cocky guy that thinks he’s the center of attention,” Jacob grumbled. “He’s annoying and overbearing. There were rumors that he used to sleep around before he joined Sam’s gang. Paul Lahote is just a truly awful guy.”

“Oh,” she replied. Everything he had said felt nothing like the Paul that had given her the gift she inspected with her hand. He’d seemed thoughtful and caring, kind and compassionate. But those were merely her assumptions. She’d never met him before then. “He sounds like an awful guy.”

“He is, and I’m telling you, stay away from him.” (Y/N) could hear the seriousness in his voice. Yet, everything inside her screamed that it wasn’t true. It couldn’t be. “He’s the type of guy that will use you and break your heart. Seriously, (Y/N), stay away.”

“I will. I promise,” she said, still lying through her teeth. “I just wanted t know who we’re up against if he keeps showing up.”

“Alright,” he chuckled. “So, we’re having a bonfire next week for New Year’s Eve. Wanna come down?”

“Yeah, sounds perfect.”

“Check to see if Bella’s up for it. It’d be good for her to leave the house.”

Of course, she thought. Inviting Bella was always close behind whenever Jake planned anything between them. “Sure,” she said. “I’ll see if she wants to go.”

“Alright, then,” he chuckled. “I’ll see you soon, beautiful. Good night.”

“Night, Jake.”

(Y/N) kept replaying in her head like an unhealthy mantra that Jacob had chosen her. Regardless of his feelings — past feelings — for Bella, he had asked her to be his girlfriend. That was enough for her. It just had to be enough. 

***

”So, you just walked up to Jake’s house  and gave her the gift?” Jared questioned as he nibbled on a chocolate chip muffin. “That’s just weird, dude.”

“I don’t know. It seemed right at the moment,” Paul exasperated. “I just couldn’t keep it at home like a freaking hoarder.”

“So, instead you went to her boyfriend’s house, who you detest, hoping she was there. Then, you gave her a gift. You, a complete stranger. Downright stalker-ish, man.”

“Well, whatever. She liked it, so.”

“You know, it doesn’t sound like your plan to stay away is actually working out,” his friend chuckled. Paul could only respond with a menacing stare. Jared was only speaking the truth. “Seemed like that imprint bond is too hard to shake, huh?”

“You have no idea,” he sighed, slumping onto the sofa. “I just… ugh!”

“Why don’t you just talk to her already? If it makes you this miserable,” Jared groaned. “I honestly am starting to miss your angry outbursts rather than these mopey ones.”

“Not as tired as I am. But that’s the way it’s gonna be.”

Paul couldn’t admit that he felt something for the girl. Not only was she with a guy he despised, but she was the sister of a bloodsucker sympathizer — it wouldn’t shock him if she became one too. Yet, those weren’t the real reasons he wanted to avoid her. He couldn’t bring himself to introduce her to his world.

He’d been forced into the supernatural. Something in his genetics decided he’d be the town’s protectant. And, sure, he liked being stronger, faster, and supernaturally enhanced. But he couldn’t impose that onto anyone else. He couldn’t expose her to this life and make her keep it a secret from everyone around her. It simply wasn’t fair.

So, he’d continue forcing the first two excuses. To protect her and protect himself. He didn’t know her and he would keep it that way. Even if his wolf had other ideas.

He couldn’t stop his head from flashing the image of her. He couldn’t stop feeling her smaller arms around him, the sweet smell of her perfume, the fast beating of her heart, the warm feeling of her skin. And he couldn’t stop hoping it happened again.

“But wouldn’t it feel great to steal her from Jake?” Jared teased. “Scratch that, I know you’d love it. Mind link and everything.”

“Oh, shut up, Jared,” he grumbled, crossing his arms across his chest. “It’s not gonna happen. So, just drop it.”

“Look, man, it won’t kill you to tell her,” his friend continued. “Look at Kim and me. I would have never had her with me had I been scared of this whole thing.”

“Yeah, and look at Leah, Emily, and Sam,” he responded in a hushed voice. “That turned out so well.”

“Technically, it did,” he retorted. “Sam and Emily are happy together. Sure they went through a lot of shit and people got hurt, but they’re happy nonetheless. And I’m sure you want that for yourself.”

 “Look, if it will shut you up, I’ll invite her to the New Year’s Eve bonfire,” he finally relented. “And she’ll probably be freaked out because a complete stranger is asking her out. Oh, and she already had a boyfriend. That’s gonna end so well for me.”

“You never know unless you try, Pauly boy,” Jared joked. “Look, I bet that she’ll say yes. You have a whole week to convince her.”

“What do I get if you lose?”

“I’ll do three of your patrols the week after.”

Paul pretended to think about it, playing into Jared’s gambling personality. But he already knew the outcome. He knew who (Y/N) would be going to the bonfire with, much to his dismay. “Alright,” he grinned. “It’s a bet. What do you want if you win?”

“Same thing. Could use some free time, honestly.”

“Alright then, the loser has to do three patrols for the winner,” he smiled deviously. “It’s a bet.”

And as much as he wanted to relish in his sure win, he was dreading having to actually interact with (Y/N). How could he show up, out of the blue, and try to spend time with her? They didn’t know each other and he’d already done some things that did not paint him in the best light. Worst case scenario, she already thought he was a creep. Regardless, he’d made a bet and he was going to see it through.

***

Jake was confused. Completely and utterly confused.

In the beginning, he was sure of what he was doing. Albeit a bad thing, he did it regardless. He was using (Y/N) as a way to make Bella jealous. To show her just how good of a boyfriend he could be in an effort to sway her heart in his direction. He wanted to help her forget all about Edward and his family.

He didn’t want (Y/N) in the crossfire. He didn’t even know she would be coming to Forks, much less staying indefinitely. But when she showed up at his house, he knew she would be a good piece to play in his game.

Jake had known that the girl had been crushing on him for as long as he’d fallen for Bella. She had not been the most subtle person with her feelings. He also knew of the underlying rivalry the sisters had. It wasn’t hard to notice which of the two was always favored by the parents, as horrible as it may sound. So, he thought if Bella saw how happy he could make her sister, she’d come running into his arms.

Deep down, Jacob knew what he was doing was horrible. He was knowingly going to break his friend’s heart in the hopes that her sister would fall for him. It was awful and calculated, but it was the only way he thought would be fruitful for him.

What he wasn’t expecting was to grow feelings for the girl. Though they were small and paled in comparison to what he felt for Bella, they were there. Especially after he’d caught Paul Lahote staring at her and after he told him to back off. He felt angry and possessive over (Y/N). Feelings he thought were reserved for Bella.

Yet, he couldn’t help the burning ire that overtook him when the guy had shown up at his front door. It had prompted him to ask (Y/N) to be his girlfriend, something he had not planned to do before the encounter. But the mere thought of having something over Lahote was enough to make him act irrationally.

Jacob did care for her, and everything he was doing had started to eat at his thoughts. But the knowledge of what could be waiting on the other side of this whole ordeal was far greater than any regret he felt. (Y/N) would soon enough move on from him, and he could have everything he wanted.

“Jake, my boy,” Billy called out to his son after they finished cleaning that Christmas night. “You and I gotta have a serious talk.”

With evident worry on his face, Jake joined his father in the living room. He sat on the couch across from Billy, wondering just what they needed to speak of. “What’s up, dad?” he asked. “Something wrong?”

“What’re your intentions with (Y/N), son? Last time I checked you were head over heels for her sister.”

“I don’t know, dad. I just like her, I guess,” he scrambled a response. His father had always been observant and wise beyond his years. Almost nothing could get past him. “It’s still very new, so I guess I’m just seeing where it goes.”

“Now, you know how much I care for that girl,” Billy continued. His tone felt almost like a scolding to Jake. “If you’re not sure about your feelings for her, you better let her know. She deserves better than to have you lead her on, kid.”

“I know, dad,” Jake grumbled. “It’s not what I’m doing. We literally have only been together a couple of weeks.”

“As long as you are aware of what you are doing, son. (Y/N) seems strong, but she has a gentle heart. I would hate to see my own child break it.” The cadence of his voice carried a soft tone that felt threatening, seeping into Jake’s bones. His face was stoic, and the boy could tell his father was serious. “That girl is overlooked enough as it is. Charlie is my friend and I care for him, but he’s never noticed how little attention he’s paid (Y/N) over the years. And so has Renée. Now, I won’t have my own son do the same to her. So, you need to decide whether or not your feelings for her are strong enough to get you over Bella. If not, it’s better to let her down gently now than when she falls in love with you. Do you understand me, Jake?”

“Yes, dad,” Jacob sighed. “I promise I’ll get my head in order.”

“Alright then, son.”

Billy turned his attention to the tv, some football highlights lighting the screen, as Jacob left for his room with his head hung low. The boy knew the weight of his father’s words. He understood that everything he was doing will ultimately hurt someone. Someone who didn’t deserve that pain.

Yet, he couldn’t find it in himself to tell the truth. That whatever spark of feelings that had ignited in him for (Y/N) was not strong enough to ever put out the fire that burned in him for her older sister. So, if he had to hurt the younger Swan in order to get Bella, he would. Every single time he would choose Isabella Swan.

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Half-Life | Chapter Two

He didn’t know what to make of you.

Pairing: Plaga!Leon S. Kennedy/F!Chubby!Paranormal Investigator!Reader

Tags: Fluff, Mutual Pining, Angst, Body Horror

Notes: Here's chapter two! This was a lot of fun to write! I hope you guys like the banter and interactions as much as I enjoyed writing them lol. I think our little monster Leon is so cute in this. Please leave a comment if you can! would love to know your thoughts!

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“Wow… that’s… good?” you told him, lying through your teeth, thinking about how you got yourself into this predicament.

Leon had ushered you down the winding path of the village outskirts, the two of you trying to maneuver around a pervasive awkward silence after your initial meeting.

When Leon wasn’t actively trying to intimidate you, he was reserved. Almost… shy?

To break the tension, you had asked if he invited all of his visitors home.

His reply?

“Just the pretty ones.”

You laughed at that, rolling your eyes, and he rubbed the back of his neck with a chuckle before growing more serious.

“This is the first time in a decade I’ve actually talked to someone. Most people… run away before they start asking questions.” His eyes shifted over to you as he added, “As they should. You’re a special case, apparently.”

You scoffed. “You scare them away, though. On purpose. Not my fault I saw through it.”

“Well, it’s for their own good. And my peace of mind. You really managed to catch me off guard.” 

“It’s a skill few possess,” you replied with a teasing grin.

He clicked his tongue in response before leading you up to a house with large front double doors. “Home sweet home.”

You released your hold on his arm, watching as he opened them and swept his hand forward, offering to let you walk in first. 

What a gentlemonster, you joked to yourself.

You nodded and made your way inside, sliding your backpack off your shoulders and setting it down against the wall before taking in the decently sized space. It was pretty nice, though bare of decorations and a bit worn. Must be great not having to pay rent.

“Mi casa es su casa,” he told you, closing the doors.

Shutting out the day, you came to realize just how dark the place was. Even the windows did little to aid your sight, as the sun was beginning to set. 

“Uh, Leon?”

“Yeah?”

Those glowing red eyes were trained on you, even more pronounced in the shaded room. “Is there a light in this place? Or do you just… live like this?”

“Shit,” he hissed, breezing past you to a cabinet and pulling out an array of white candles and a box of matches, setting them on the dining table in front of you. “Yeah, I can kinda… see in the dark.”

He opened the small box and tried to carefully pluck a match from inside, struggling to gain purchase with his claws on the tiny wooden handle.

“Let me,” you offered, gently tugging out his hand and grabbing a match. “And night vision, huh? That sounds useful.”

He seemed genuinely shocked by the action, eyes widened slightly, before clearing his throat and taking a step back to let you strike the match and light the surrounding candles. “Uh, yeah. Guess so.”

Once the wicks were lit, covering the room in a soft yellow glow, you gave him a smile. “So, you were saying about dinner?”

“Right, I’ll get on that. Sit tight.”

That was an hour ago.

And now you sat with a plate in front of you, just finished with chewing a tentative forkful of the charred hunk of meat placed there.

You watched Leon eat his own in a couple bites, simultaneously uneased by the way his sharp teeth shredded the morsel to bits in mere seconds, and fascinated.

Leon pulled a face as he swallowed, sighing deeply. “No need to lie. That was awful.”

“Sorry. I really tried to like it,” you said with an awkward laugh.

“Don’t be. I’m a little rusty in the kitchen. Been a long time since I’ve had company for dinner, you can imagine.” He shrugged. “And if I’m being honest, even as a human, I was never really good at cooking. Much harder with these.”

He held out his large hands, and you stared at the black claws that seemed to extend straight from his fingertips, their edges like daggers. Your gaze remained on them for a few moments before you rose it back to his face.

“I’m guessing you eat your meat raw, then?” 

His eyes flicked away from you and he seemed almost ashamed. “Yeah. I didn’t, at first. Tried to keep up with cooking. But I found it easier—and tastier—to eat it… fresh. I’m not human anymore and it’s not like it can make me sick. Nothing can, actually.”

“Ah. And how does one… find that out?” you knew the answer would unsettle you but asked him anyway. It must have been morbid curiosity that drove you.

He looked uncomfortable at your questioning, and you saw his tail swish almost irritably behind him on the stool he sat upon. “I’m not sure you want to know.”

You bit your lip, feeling guilty for your nosiness. “I’m sorry. You don’t have to tell me. But I won’t judge you for it.”

He let out a humorless laugh. “You’d be smarter if you did. You just met me, after all. Who's to say I didn’t lure you here to eat you because I like to toy with my food?” 

“What are you, the big bad wolf?” you taunted, unconvinced. 

He leaned forward across the table, a long tongue sliding against his fangs as he stared you down, replying in a low voice that sent a shiver up your spine, “I could be. Don’t forget you can always start running, little rabbit.”

You swallowed, trying to keep the nerves that twisted in your gut at bay. “I reiterate, no one has gone missing here in ten years. You’re not munching on anybody.”

“No one who’s been reported. You’d be surprised how many drifters are in the world.” His claws were now splayed out on the wooden surface before you, digging into it.

You being you—a fool of the highest degree—you placed your hand over his, hoping he didn’t grab your arm and sink his teeth into it. “You’re not scaring me off, Leon. And we made a deal, remember? You owe me for being willing to keep my mouth shut.”

He appeared dazed as he focused on your palm pressed to his knuckles, letting out a breath as he pulled away.

“You’re stubborn.” There was a faraway look in his eye as he added, “Reminds me of someone I know… Knew.”

“Someone good, I hope?”

He grinned, the already stretched skin of his mouth somehow pulling further. “The best.”

There was a tension between you that you couldn’t name, just looking at each other, when a loud scratching noise from the front door startled you.

“What the hell is that?” you questioned lowly, your vision zeroing in on the concerning sound.

Leon stood, looking unbothered as he strode over to the door, explaining simply, “Just Wolfie.” 

You looked at him as if he lost his mind, standing from your chair and backing towards the corner of the room. “Wolfie?”

Before you could protest, he flung open the door and a flash of white fur came barreling into the house, black feathers flying through the air.

You yelped as it rushed straight to you, closing your eyes and bracing for an impact that never came.

You peeked down through your fingers and saw a large white wolf-dog sitting in front of you, its tail wagging as it offered you the thing in its mouth.

“Good boy, bringing me a crow,” Leon praised in a strangely cute voice coming from… whatever the hell he was. It made something in you flutter. 

He walked over to you, leaning forward to pull the dead bird from the dog’s mouth, holding it by its neck as he inspected it. “Now that’ll be a good midnight snack.”

The dog nuzzled your leg and you bent to pet him, trying to ignore the blood that stained his snout (and now your pants). You noticed the gray hairs that decorated his white fur.

Oh, you’re an old little man, you thought, ruffling the dog’s thick coat.   

Disregarding the implications of your observation, you decided to poke fun at Leon’s naming skills instead, saying, “Wolfie, huh? How original.”

Leon hung the bird on a rope by its feet in the kitchen, turning to face you with a roll of his crimson eyes. “Don’t start.”

You giggled and he seemed to smile at the sound before glancing at the table and grimacing.

“Sorry about dinner, by the way. That was the last of my meat, unless you want to eat the crow. I might let you cook it, though.”

“It’s okay, I brought plenty of food in my bag.”

“Still, I really suck at this whole host thing.”

“Not threatening to eat the guests would be a great start to fixing that,” you teased.

“I’ll keep that in mind for next time,” he replied sarcastically. 

Leon took your plate and placed it on the floor, letting “Wolfie” scarf down your uneaten meal. He stroked the dog on the head lovingly, and despite how odd it was to witness the arachnid-like creature interact with a household pet in such a way, it was somehow sweet.

“Livestock,” he said after a moment, still crouched before his canine friend.

“What?”

“How I found out I liked raw meat.”

“I see.” 

He glanced up at you, then, continuing, “The villagers had livestock. Cows, pigs, chickens. Most of them were killed when the town dogs were turned by the Plagas. After I cleared out the parasites, I planned on keeping a few of the farm animals around, for eggs and milk, you know?”

“Why didn’t you?”

“I tried. But then I went a few days without eating, the wildlife in the area having fled during the chaos stirred up by the cult. There was nothing to hunt. Even the fish seemed to be hiding. I… I blacked out. Woke back up digging my claws into a half-eaten pig, surrounded by the bodies of the other dead livestock. I guess I—I guess I went into a hunger frenzy and slaughtered them all. Thank god I hadn’t found Wolfie at that point. I worry what would have happened if he were there.”

Your eyes widened at his confession, visibly stiffening up in horror.

He noticed your shift in demeanor and seemed to deflate, sighing miserably. “It hasn’t happened since. As long as I have something to eat every couple of days, I’m not a threat to you.”

Having witnessed him devour a chunk of venison just minutes prior, you relaxed marginally. “Still, a shame you wasted all that meat.”

He scrunched his nose before responding, “Actually… I didn’t waste it.”

“Wow, got quite the appetite, I take it?”

“Yes, but not that much.”

His evasive answers confused you. “I’m not sure what you mean.”

“Well, I didn’t want to lose myself again after that, so what bodies were left, I skinned and chopped up, putting them in the icebox. But then I ran out of fuel and couldn’t use the generator to power the electricity anymore. The meat went rancid. I was going to throw it out, obviously, but I was getting hungry again and I just… ate it anyway.”

You made a disgusted face. “Yum. I guess if you can’t get sick, you wouldn’t have to worry about food poisoning. Bet it didn’t taste great, though.”

“It didn’t, but meat is meat. I could stomach it and it kept me from going feral again. Small price to pay.” He sniffed as he stood up. “You have every reason to be afraid of me. Disgusted. I know I am.”

He looked away from you, then, his tail and appendages drooping in obvious distress.

You took a shaky exhale and stepped toward him, grabbing his arm and turning him to face you again, the confusion at your willingness to be closer to him after that conversation clear in his red irises. 

“I’ll be honest, you make me nervous,” you admitted. “But you’re obviously trying your best to hang on to the more human side of you. And I’ve never met a living cryptid before, so I think I just need time to adjust. That’s all.”

“Could I even be considered a cryptid anymore if you know who and what I am now?” he questioned with a light chuckle.

“I guess not to me, personally. But to the rest of the world? Still a cryptid, I’m afraid.”

“I’d rather not be anything to the world. Except maybe a long-forgotten ghost. Would make my life easier that way.”

“Well, luck’s on your side, cos with how popular my paranormal blog is becoming, I might be able to convince people this place is a bust and they’ll hopefully lose interest in El Escorpion altogether,” you offered.

“You’d be willing to do that for me?”

“For the right price, of course,” you told him, a sly smile on your face.

He snorted. “Of course.”

Things seemed to ease after that, the two of you chatting well into the night once you chowed down on some of the food you packed yourself.

He divulged very little about his life before the transformation, opting to tell you funny stories of his antics in the wilderness instead. He asked you about your work and even after you warned him that once you started rambling it was hard for you to stop, he encouraged you to anyway, seeming to listen intently.

You managed to circle back to why you ended up there with him in the first place, asking him about his run-ins with the occasional visitor. After describing his side of the various encounters, you both got a kick at how dramatically the others told their version of events, and how his cryptid name came to pass.

“The Scorpion, huh?” he asked in amusement, glancing at his own tail and appendages. “Guess they’re not far off.”

Eventually, the candles started burning down and a yawn bubbled up in your throat as you explained controversies in the cryptozoology community, like how some scholars speculated that certain cryptids are actually just very old B.O.W.s.

“As interesting as this has been,” Leon started after you let out another aggressive yawn, “I think it’s time to call it a night.”

“And I think I have to agree,” you said with a smile. “Where’re you putting me?” 

“C’mon, I’ll show you.” 

With that, he led you up the stairs, Wolfie hot on your heels. He took you to the door of the only bedroom in the building, opening it up to reveal a massive and very comfortable-looking canopy bed. 

You turned to Leon, confused. “There’s only one bed.”

He chuckled, plopping down on a blanket folded up on the floor next to his furry companion. “You take it. I’m good here.”

“You… sure?” you questioned tentatively.

“Positive.”

You nodded, smiling at him, and kicked off your shoes, climbing onto the mattress.

You watched him in shock as he fully retracted his appendages into his back.

He turned to catch you staring, eyebrows raised. “Take a picture, it’ll last longer.”

You cringed, feeling ashamed you got caught ogling him and his intriguing, monstrous form. “Sorry, just didn’t… expect that.”

“Never met a cryptid 'til now and you already have expectations?” he joked, leaning on an elbow to look up at you. His already too-short shirt rode up further and you blushed when you noticed his lean, muscular stomach become more exposed, looking away quickly.

“You know what I meant, you jerk,” you chided light-heartedly.

He laughed, the loudest and most genuine one he’d given to you since meeting him. The sound made you feel warm and you weren’t sure why.

“Get some rest, now,” he told you when his laughter subsided.

You stared at him for a moment longer after he turned away from you, curling up around his dog, before you replied, “Goodnight, Leon.” 

And with that, you leaned over to the bedside table and blew out the candle you had brought upstairs, darkness blanketing the room.

You stayed up for a while after that, mind going over the day, everything feeling so surreal from the moment you left the car just that afternoon. 

You could almost laugh to yourself as you drifted off to the sounds of Leon and Wolfie’s deep, even breaths echoing in the room, a soft wind blowing across the window.

Strange fuckin’ day.

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Leon was the first to rouse from slumber, unfurling himself from Wolfie and slowly sitting up. 

He was a little stiff from laying in the same position on the hard floor for so long, but otherwise, it had been a good night’s rest.

That was odd, he thought.

He rarely slept at all.

He heard a light snore and turned to find your still-unconscious form wrapped tightly up in his blankets, protecting yourself against the early autumn chill that crept through the room.

Silently, he stood, petting the white dog beside him that snorted in protest at his movements before making his way over to you.

Your hair was splayed out across the pillow, your eyelashes gently kissed your cheeks, and your round face seemed almost cherubic in the morning light that streamed in from the gap of the curtained window. 

Sleeping so peacefully with a monster mere feet from your vulnerable form.

He didn’t know what to make of you.

You had clearly been terrified the moment you saw him, and he could rationalize your initial inability to run as a freeze response, but you had heard a rustle in the foliage and got closer. You had seen glowing eyes and reached out. You had called him a liar when he told you he would eat you.

Did you have any sense of self-preservation?

Apparently not.

And then, despite your discomfort around him, you chatted with him like he was just another stranger passing on the street. And instead of ignoring his… differences… you commented on them. Asked about them as one would ask about the weather.

Well, you were a self-proclaimed paranormal investigator meeting a supposed cryptid, after all. It must have been a strange fascination that was causing you to be so curious instead of off-put.  

But what confused him the most was the fact you had touched him—gently and with ease—like you would a friend and not a literal monster threatening to kill you.

He looked down at his clenched knuckles, recalling the warmth of your palm as it rested upon the back of his hand. He thought about the way you smiled at him, how you bantered with him and teased him.

After so long by himself, he wanted to bask in this human connection he made despite knowing it was temporary. He prayed that after you left, it would tide him over until he was ready to say goodbye to this wretched existence for good.

He knew not to hope you would come back, or that he’d be lucky enough to meet someone else that would be as willing to talk to him instead of running for the hills. 

Besides, as under control as he felt now that he’d had a decade to maneuver in this new body, he wouldn’t want to risk hurting anyone. He had only ever lost control once and it haunted him ever since.

It was his worst fear if he was honest with himself. To lose his mind—his sentience—kept him up at night. Every day, he checked for signs that he might be mentally deteriorating, acting more beast than man. The longer he stayed away from other people, however, the harder it became to recognize what it was to be human in the first place.

All he knew was that he needed to end it before he ever reached that point, going from just threatening to eat trespassers, to ripping them limb from limb the moment he caught them. 

He couldn’t stand the thought of innocent blood on his hands after spending his whole life trying to protect it from being spilled at all.

You let out a sigh in your sleep and his gaze focused on you once more.

Despite how ridiculous you were to him, he was grateful to you for being so kind. Even as a human, he knew that was often hard to come across. And sure, he was technically paying you off to avoid attention, but that didn’t mean you had to be friendly towards him, especially after the ill-advised admittance of his eating habits.

He wondered how he would go about waking you, if he even should. 

Looked like he didn’t have to, though, when your eyes fluttered open and a scream left your lips as soon as you saw him.

He jumped back, holding up his hands in a gesture he hoped would dispel your fear. Wolfie leapt up, staggering with his old joints, before growling and searching for the possible threat in the room, oblivious to the fact it was Leon who frightened you.

It would almost be funny if you didn’t shift across the bed to get away from him. He could hear your heart thrumming behind your ribs like it had when you first met, and his own sank a bit.

He was still a monster, after all.

“It’s just me,” he said in a low, calming voice.

“Jesus, Leon, you scared the shit out of me!” you replied, pressing your hand to your chest. “Were you watching me sleep?!”

“Sorry, I didn’t know how to wake you up. I was trying to avoid scaring you, but that was a wasted effort.”

You let out a breathy chuckle, and he was pleased to hear your pulse rate begin to lower. “Maybe just call my name next time or something.”

He rose a brow at that.

Next time?

No, you must have misspoken.

Clearly unaware of how you vexed him, you moved to the edge of the bed and pulled on your shoes, stretching your arms as you finally stood up. “Well, c’mon, then. I’m starving.”

You pet Wolfie as you passed him by, the dog having calmed down from the excitement moments prior, before opening the door and strolling down the hall. 

Leon just stared after you, his mouth hanging ajar for a moment at your immediate change in demeanor. He still felt guilty that he had frightened you again, though this time completely by accident. It stung a bit, but he reminded himself that you should be afraid of a seven-foot-tall creature standing over you while you slept. 

He shook his head as if to clear it and followed you downstairs.

You had pulled out a cereal bar from your pack, munching away at it as you walked around the bottom floor of the house aimlessly. You turned to him as he made it into the dining room, swallowing a bite before speaking, “Don’t have much décor, I see.”

He shrugged. “There were pictures on the walls when I first settled in, but they were all of the people who died in the village and religious stuff. Felt weird to leave it up, so I put it all in the attic.”

“And you just didn’t bother to add anything else?” you teased.

“The only artwork I might consider using is in the old castle, but I didn’t think the hassle of getting it was worth it.” 

“Wait, there’s a castle and you chose to live here?” you questioned in disbelief.

He sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck. “Too big. Plus, it’s just easier to hunt on this side of the lake.”

“A man of simple pleasures. I can respect it,” you told him, nodding sagely before you approached an empty shelf. “I take it there isn’t much literature around here, either?”

“Not really. Mostly journals and religious texts. Not exactly my cup of tea.”

“Anything from the cult?” There was an intrigued glimmer in your eye and Leon wondered if he would ever get used to it.

“All of it, actually.” 

“Anything… interesting?” you asked, coming closer to him and clasping your hands together, the empty wrapper of your breakfast forgotten on the dining room table. He reminded himself to tell you to clean it up before you left.

“‘Deranged’ is probably more accurate,” he said with a scoff. “But if you’re really that curious, I can go grab one of them for you. Hope you can read Spanish.” 

Your eyes lit up like a kid in a candy store and he couldn’t help but find it endearing. “Yes, I can read a bit! I tried to learn as much as I could before this trip and I also brought a translation dictionary!”

“Be right back, then.”

He quickly fished Los Illuminados’ text from the attic, returning downstairs to find you brushing your teeth in the kitchen sink. When you traveled back into the dining room, he placed it in your awaiting hands, and you practically squealed as you opened the old, ornate book.

“Wow, it’s beautiful,” you whispered in awe, flipping through the pages. “And look at these illustrations! You mind if I keep this?”

“Be my guest. I have no need for it,” he replied, enjoying the way you pored over the text with visible excitement. You grabbed your translation dictionary from your pack and were about to get to work when Leon cleared his throat.

“Not to ruin your fun but don’t you have to leave soon?” 

Your expression shifted, then, from one of glee to what he could only guess was disappointment. Almost like you didn’t want to leave. There was a spark of something at that, but he didn’t let it ignite.

“Right. My ride should be here soon,” you told him after checking your phone. Despite your words, you didn’t move, and he wondered what you could possibly be thinking in that pretty head of yours.

When you finally dragged your feet to pack your bag, Leon remembered the items he promised you as payment for your silence concerning his existence. He excused himself before heading into the room beside the one you were standing in, reaching into a drawer and pulling out an old ring and a handful of jewels he had collected over the years.

“You forgot something,” he said to you, unfurling his clawed hand to reveal the precious items in his palm.

You grabbed the ring first, twisting it around as you appraised it. “It seems a little early for a proposal, don’t you think, Leon?”

He scoffed and rolled his eyes, but could feel a faint heat tinge the tip of his now-pointed ears and what remained of his cheeks. “Yeah, you wish.”

You offered an impish smile before taking the gemstones as well and pocketing them. “Well, I do hope these are actually worth something and aren’t just cheap knock-offs.”

“Definitely real, I swear. Those things are antique.”

“They better be, or else I’ll have to come back here and kick your ass.”

He chuckled at the thought. “Easy there, tiger. I’m good on my word.”

You nodded and a quiet fell over the room.

“Well, guess it’s time to go,” you eventually muttered, grabbing your backpack and swinging it onto your shoulders before you headed to the door. You were slow to reach for the handle, seeming almost… reluctant. 

“Why don’t I… How about I walk you? Wouldn’t want you to get lost.” He didn’t know why he offered. If he was honest with himself, it was likely to prolong the last human interaction he’d probably ever have.

And he couldn’t deny he liked your company too.

You beamed at him as if that’s what you wanted him to say all along. “I’d like that, Leon.”

With Wolfie happily trotting behind the two of you, Leon led you into the early afternoon, the bright sun making him wince slightly, as it always did.

“You okay?” you questioned him. He shouldn’t have been surprised by your observation, already proving to him that very little got past you.

“Yeah, just… sensitive to the light, is all,” he replied with a squint of his eyes.

“Really? How come?”

He chuckled. Ever curious, weren’t you? “The Plagas are—were—damaged by light. Or the more exposed ones, I guess."

“Then how are you even handling being outside right now?”

“Not sure. Acclimated, I guess? I couldn’t go out during the day at all when I first turned. Then I just slowly spent more and more time in the sun. It’s… uncomfortable... but it doesn’t feel like I’m burning alive anymore.”

“Jesus,” was all you were apparently able to say, gripping your backpack straps.

You were both quiet for a few minutes, and he was thinking of ways to keep talking, not wanting to end the interaction in awkward silence.

“So I get you have a passion for the supernatural and all, but why come out here on your own? Don’t you have anyone who could come with you?”

You sighed. “My family and friends think I’m wasting my time. I’ve been on investigations with others like me, but I found I preferred to be alone.”

“Not even a boyfriend worried about you, huh?” He knew that was an unnecessary pry, but he couldn’t help but wonder.

“Not at the moment, no.”

He felt a strange sort of relief but refused to inspect it, instead pushing the conversation forward, “You must be some kind of adrenaline junkie, then, to be running around in the middle of nowhere, looking for monsters.”

“Maybe a little.” You shrugged. “You must be, too, considering you were a cop and an agent, right?”

“No, that’s different. I became a cop in order to help people, not that I was much good at it. And I was forced to be an agent to protect someone. Don’t get me wrong, I can’t deny the rush of doing something dangerous, but I never really looked for it. Was just forced to face it. I don’t really understand why you’d risk your life for a hobby.”

“I guess I just want to find the truth about things, no matter what it takes.” He sensed that maybe there was more to it than that as you looked away from him, instead focusing on the path ahead.

“Well, you’re lucky you haven’t gotten hurt yet. You have no idea if you’ll run into a B.O.W. or even just a wild animal that won’t hesitate to tear you to shreds,” he admonished.

“I guess I am lucky,” you agreed, nodding. “Lucky I found a big softie like you instead.” 

He rolled his eyes at that. “I don’t know if you recall, but I told you I would eat you at least twice yesterday.” 

“And yet you didn’t. Interesting.”

He wasn’t sure what to say to that, annoyed that you called him on his bluff. But then you looked up at him, radiant smile teasing and eyes bright.

He was surprised when the two of you were already at the lodge, past the village gate, so focused on you that he was mindless to anything else.

You moved to enter the building but halted when he did, turning to face him in confusion.

“This is as far as I go,” he explained, Wolfie sitting politely at his side. “Don’t want to startle whoever is here to get you.” 

“Right, makes sense.”

The two of you stood there silently for a few moments, and you seemed just as unwilling to say goodbye as he was.

“Well… guess I better go,” you finally told him, kicking the dirt with the tip of your shoe.

“Probably a good idea.”

“It’s honestly a shame I have to leave already.”

He raised a brow. “And why is that?”

“Because I’ve enjoyed getting to know you,” you replied softly.  

Leon was taken aback by that, something warm settling inside of him. To say he felt the same was an understatement. He didn’t voice it. In fact, he didn’t voice anything, at a loss.

To dispel the tension, you quickly and teasingly added, “And I didn’t get to explore this place nearly as much as I wanted to.”

“Well, there will always be other places.” He cringed at his own words and how stupid they were.

“There sure are.” You laughed, the sound melodic, and he was reminded of your singing. How your voice alerted him to your presence just yesterday afternoon. It felt like a lifetime since then, and simultaneously like a blink of an eye.

“It was nice to meet you, Leon.” You held out your hand to him, and he realized after a moment of staring at it you meant for him to shake it. It was a far cry from the day before, certainly. 

“You too,” he said, gingerly touching his palm against your own and shaking your hand carefully, enjoying the warmth of it against his always-cool skin.

You released him—far too soon, he felt—and his arm fell lamely at his side.

You pet Wolfie, scratching his ears affectionately as you said goodbye to the old dog, before focusing back on Leon.

You seemed almost somber as you told him earnestly, “I hope the rest of your life is kind to you.” 

He looked over your form, committing everything to memory. The color of your eyes, your round cheeks, your soft curves, the shape of your lips and how they framed your smile. 

The urge to caress your face was a shockingly difficult one to ignore.

With all his mental strength, he managed to refrain, saying instead, “Same for you.”

You nodded once, offering a final wave, and then you were through the door.

Leon stood there for a long time, hearing your footsteps getting more and more distant.

He stayed in place even as he heard you greet your ride.

He stayed until the car pulled away, the sound of it eventually fading completely.

All was quiet once more.

It felt suffocating.

Wolfie nudged Leon’s leg and finally, he moved, begrudgingly turning on his heels and heading back to the house.

He was lost in thought as he arrived, closing himself into the dark once more.

He grabbed the crow that Wolfie had caught the night before, planning on plucking it clean and sharing it with him, until he noticed a folded piece of paper on the kitchen counter.

Curious, he stopped in his tracks, picking it up and gently prying it open with his claws. Inside of it was a small, crude drawing of a rabbit, a short note scrawled underneath that read:

Something to remember me by~

Your lil bunny rabbit

He couldn’t stop the chuckle that left his mouth, echoing in the empty room.

After a moment, he set down the page, sighing deeply—warily.

Leon was alone again.

+++

The rest of your day had passed in a blur, barely able to hold a conversation with the local who picked you up from the village and took you to your hotel room. You paced for a long time once you arrived, eventually ordering takeout to abate your growling stomach but eating it without really tasting it.

Your mind could only focus on Leon.

Maybe you were crazy, but he seemed just as regretful to say goodbye as you had been.

He did say you were the only person he’d spoken to in ten years, so you didn’t want to let yourself hope that perhaps the connection with him you felt you made was genuine. He was just lonely, and you were still a stranger, after all.

You sighed, pulling the golden ring he gave you from your pocket as you sprawled across the bed, holding it up to the light to watch the ruby set into it shimmer. It reminded you of his eyes.

You groaned.

Your flight was tomorrow morning and now you had to make up some lie on your blog that was interesting enough to read without encouraging anyone to seek out the village themselves. 

Tall order.

You tried to focus on what you could potentially say, but all your thoughts led straight back to the strange creature you spent the night with.

He was lonely, yes. But so were you.

You glanced at the time on your phone, knowing you needed to sleep before your flight home.

And then an idea crossed your mind.

This trip was meant exclusively for business, not pleasure, and you realized you hadn’t been on a proper vacation in a long, long time. Your savings were in good shape, your rent was paid for the month, and you worked from home.

You held the ring in your hand, closing your fist around it, the gem decorating it digging into your palm just hard enough to sting.

It was set, you decided.

You were going to stay.

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#FOR FREE

I see Joon's feet trending under the #FOR FREE tag but excuse me? We got THIS FOR FREE for thirty plus minutes?

I'm still very speechless.

Jimin playing hard to get.

Jimin telling JK needed to go to sleep because he had schedules later that day, basically making sure JK stayed on-task.

Jimin saying he STILL gets scolded by JK.

Jimin shutting down any ideas of a live with JK.

DAMMIT JIMIN YOU WERE LOOKING FOR SOMEONE TO DO A LIVE WITH A FEW MONTHS AGO COME ONNNNNNN!?!?!?!

Yes, JK literally has tried to lure Jimin with food, beer, working out, beefcake (flexed his bicep), he's asked coyly, assertively and begged unabashedly. Even Armys tried to convince Jimin.

The comparisons of this to Seven's MV are hilarious... yup, next thing we'll see is JK faking his own death serenading Jimin from his casket.

"Come on Jimin, let me come over, I'll bring my shower stuff and we can do it in the shower... I mean from the shower... or just whatever, pleeeeeeez...."

Knowing Jimin's default is naked while at home and him texting JK a pic? Please can y'all stop sending dick pics to each other while we are watching?

K-Army is saying the tone of voice JK was using, the context, the polite/casual speech they both used was off the charts couply. A lot of us are international Army and all we see are straight up dry translations and can't really understand how important all those things are in communicating in Korean society. It is easy for I-Armys to interpret the dry translations differently than how Koreans interpret them. I depend a lot on what K-Army says and defer to them as to how to interpret Jimin and Jungkook's relationship.

But seriously, even I could tell JK was speaking in satoori when he was chiding Jimin about saying he wasn't in condition to do a live... "we don't worry about that Jimin, we just do it when we feel like it."

Jimin: "you've forgotten what my personality is like"

I can hear Jimin now... "I don't have any makeup on..." Jimin-ssi. Please. Slip off your chelsea boots, leave your hair alone and relax a little. It's not like you've NEVER done a live before with no makeup and bed head.

We have JK on one side being the free-spirit/in-the-moment-go-with-the-mood vibe and Jimin on the other side being rigid and in total control of everything.

I'm still salty because Jimin censored himself during his Face album live when he realized there were young people watching as he was about to explain his concept of looking in the bathroom mirror in the Like Crazy MV.

I see a collision happening with these two mindsets and I think Jimin sees it too hahahahaha! "I'M SCARED OF YOU!" he doesn't know what kind of shenanigans will happen when they are together on a live because we also know Jimin LOVES HIS JK and can't resist climbing all over him when they are together!

Who could resist that:

Jungkook swapped the stud in his newest lip piercing for another lip ring and he re-pierced his right ear and the jewelry is very pretty. The earrings have a very fine chain hanging from the first to the last hoop. Edgy and delicate at the same time.

We have expectations now for his next live. Keep moving those chains JK! Maybe joking about a live while showering is not such a joke after all.... I'm kinda scared too, Jimin.

JK's July 27 live:

I had started a blog post about the July 27 two and a half hour live but NOOOOoooOOOOOooo, JK has moved the line again with the naked-in-the-bed live, so it's almost pointless to blog about the one from the previous day now.

Except I was thrilled when he responded to my ask if he had seen Jimin's Barbie guitar. What a thrill to interact with him in real time... I'm still just... wow ...

But a few things I took away from that two and a half hour live:

JK getting so emotional when he watched and listened to the Army Love Letter song. I broke down in tears as soon as I saw him being overcome.

And the live translating is not automated, its done by real people:

About 15 minutes into this purple 2.5 hour live, someone must have asked about Tae's album because JK says yes, he's heard a few songs and they're good. I am very excited to hear what Tae has created, especially after seeing the music critic say it is something unexpected. Of course, Tae's love for Bing Crosby-ish vibes could be what he's talking about and that wouldn't surprise me if that's the direction Tae goes. Later, someone in the comments asked if Tae would do a Seven dance challenge with him and he said Tae wouldn't do it. Why not Tae? Hmmphf. Fine.

Anyway...

Right before logging out, JK sang Jimin's Dear.Army (Letter) swaying back and forth so sweetly!!!! It was so beautiful. Might be the closest we come to hearing them singing it together. He loves that song.

Tomorrow we get to watch JK's episode of Suchwita and the day after that we will see him on Inkagayo.

All of that and I still think about Jimin and Jungkook had a camera crew with them on that dang boat in Connecticut a few weeks ago... if it was for a Seven TikTok, shouldn't it have been out by now?... so where will we eventually see that? Hmmmmmm???

#lmao jk said “yo bro whassup bro?” #i say YO BRO WHO GOT YOU SMILIN LIKE THAT??? #i kinda think its adorable that jimin feels naked without makeup #2023-7-26: JK changes new stud to lip ring and re-pierces right ear #FOR FREE #jikook #kookmin #minkook

[spectralsleuth]

Saw you were lookin’ for some asks dont mind if I do 👀

To start off, I’m such a big fan of your writing! I genuinely look forward to every single update of yours and find myself rereading a lot of work in the downtime. You are such a good writer!! My never ending praises aside, here are some asks!

-You incorporate OC’s into your fics so seamlessly! They feel so natural in your fics that I legit get excited anytime they show up (srsly can’t wait for Lou Jitsu vs Hidden City, Sal’s my boy) lol how do you find the right balance when introducing and maintaining OC’s in your fics? I feel like that’s a particularly difficult balance beam to tread but you absolutely crush it.

-A previous ask you answered about Cass and Raph in LSoW got me thinking; how do the brothers handle humans crushing on them? Would they be receptive or dismissive? Do they develop crushes on humans- and if so, how is that perceived (by family or the general public)? The drama 👀

Last ask, I promise:

-I absolutely loved your crossover with Empathy is Learned! Got anymore crossovers planned in the future? Oooor if you could do a crossover with any other fic, which one(s) would it/they be??

Thanks for taking the time to even look at this! I hope these are some fun asks for ya :) I hope you have a lovely day!!

Omg thanks so much... I'm so happy people enjoy my writing it's crazy to me. I've written before, but it's always been just for myself so I never really know if it was good or not. (Years of text based DnD is to thank lol.) (Okay I got carried away answering this so sorry in advance.)

On OC's:

I got a lot of comments on LSoW from people who say "generally I don't like OC's BUT-" which is so funny and flattering. Because I am absolutely one of those people who don't care for OC's in fic.

Let me be clear: I LOVE that people write self indulgent self-insert of OC based fic, where they make the craziest off the wall story etc. Every time a fifteen year old writes a story about the cringiest Mary-sue/stu self insert, or non canon character, an angel gets its wings and I mean that one hundred percent. It makes me so happy I literally grin when I see it. I HOWEVER generally filter out the OC tags on AO3 when I'm looking for something to read myself.

So when I started posting LSoW I was expecting to get maybe like, 100 kudos MAX, maybe one comment or so. Which is great! I love writing niche fic just for me, and one other person who I assume I must be drift compatible with. I just could not figure out a way to write the story I wanted without a few OC's- Rise didn't have a big enough character catalog for me to draw from!

When I went to write the OC's, I knew that they had to have a very simple backstory, that was also very fleshed out. (Xander and Sal have full family, Dr. Heo and Carter have full jobs and history together, etc.) For another contradiction I wanted them to be interesting enough that someone reading wouldn't just be skipping ahead to when they weren't present, or just simply plowing through to get past the part where they were doing exposition. They had to be enjoyable! While also forwarding the story!

They also had to be distinct. Anyone who's ever watched a Whedon show or movie (Buffy, Firefly, Avengers-) knows what I'm talking about. It drives me nuts when the characters in a show are constantly the funniest person in the room, with the same personality traits, and the same girl boss/badass tendencies.

(Fandom challenge Impossible: Give a female fan favorite character another trait besides 'girlboss/mom/lesbian'. I'm dead serious.)

(Also a disclaimer: I LOVE making jokes and doing bits. I FANCY that I'm pretty funny, and I love making people laugh. But you can do that without making it a character personality trait. For example: Xander doesn't really crack any jokes in LSoW! He's just funny because we the reader know more about the situation and his thoughts than he does.)

But the BIGGEST THING I kept telling myself while writing the story, was DO NOT TAKE AWAY FROM THE TURTLES. Because the whole point of the story is the turtles! And Yoshi! The OC's are there to facilitate that. It's a hard balance to hit. I have all sorts of touchstones I keep in mind while I'm writing, and that's a big one.

(A SUPER good example of this done super well is @faiakishi 's Bella from Dawning of the Hour. She's a great OC that's super interesting, and a super important narrative element, but she never detracts from the main story. Big Bella fan here lmao. There's also the rest of the OC's/interpretations of franchise characters (TIGERCLAW), but Bella stands out as truly original.)

On the Turtles dating Humans:

(CW: CSA mention, SA mention, non graphic talk of minors dating etc.)

I actually talked a lot about this to @/tangledinink in feverish discord chats lmao.

When the boys were growing up they got a very detailed talk from both Yoshi, and their Doctors. ONE: Because nobody will know better than themselves if something was medically wrong with their bodies, TWO: The boys are all intersex (minus Mikey) and they had to understand that there was nothing wrong with them on TOP of the turtle thing, and THREE: Because Yoshi knew the boys would be getting a lot of attention, and you never know what kind of attention that form will take.

THE BEST WAY to protect children (any child) from being sexually assaulted or abused, is making sure they know what that abuse LOOKS LIKE. You don't have to make them terrified of being sexually assaulted, but them knowing how their body works, and also how to say NO and set boundaries, will combine to help make them safer.

Yoshi didn't know what would happen in the future and in a perfect world the boys would never leave his line of sight, but that's not always how things happen. (In a Short Season, Xander parroted Yoshi's instructions before going out to make sure the boys knew what to do if someone grabbed them (in any way) and it was to bite and be loud.) So the boys grew up knowing their bodies, knowing how to say 'no', and knowing that there was probably going to be people out there who would treat them as a novelty, and who wouldn't be appropriate to them as celebrities OR non-humans.

(Remember Emma Watson having to deal with that countdown to her turning 18? Or any other amount of child stars who had to deal with adults being predatory to them.)

But ALSO THIS IS HAMATO YOSHI. His sons are HANDSOME and HEARTBREAKERS! Leo has dated a lot but never anything seriously, and his inability to be intimate with anyone but family kind of puts a damper on any more permanent relationship. (He is gay.) He's the number one turtle people ask out because he's the most approachable. Because he made himself that way!

Donnie is in a sort of relationship with Kendra. (THIS WILL BE A FIC I'm working up to it lmao.) I have a head canon that Yokai and other empyrean based creatures are capable of having rivalry based relationships. IE Yoshi and Draxum in the canon show, the unhealthy dynamic between Yoshi and Big Mama, etc. (Caliginous relationship) Donnie is in a puppy love version of that with Kendra, while also lacking the context of yokai society to understand why he wants to punch her very badly, but also if anything happened to her he would die. They hate each others guts and also she was his first kiss. She is not a nice person I am not a Kendra apologist she's terrible I love her. (Donnie is bi!)

I know a lot of people head canon Mikey as ace, but he is a thirteen year old child you don't have to be head canoning him as anything. it is the very rare 13 year old who knows their orientation, and even if they DO I bet you donuts to dollars it will change eventually. This is normal and healthy. Mikey in LSoW has had puppy crushes on boys, girls, teachers, Violet, the mailman, Adam, and Rupert Swaggert. (Eugh eugh eugh.)

Raph is absolutely irresistible to the entire student body and is completely unaware of it. He's not stupid but he's face blind and bad at picking up subtext in conversations. He's gone to multiple people's houses and spent the whole day with them, without realizing they were trying to make it a date. (Raph is bi.)

All the boys have considered identifying as girls since their Dad is the martial arts equivalent of David Bowie and Fine With That, but have settled (for now) on being boys (age 10 the last time they considered this) because quote 'Lou Jitsu and Jupiter Jim are boys and they're awesome' unquote.

They don't get any fucking privacy for their relationships, and Leo in particular had a very bad experience that closed him off from dating big time. (Stamps 'THIS WILL BE A FIC' on this as well.) But also, as of the LSoW canon they are like, 12-14 and not doing a lot of dating ANYWAY. They are BABIES.

(Enter Casey Jones)

ON CROSSOVERS:

I have one crossover with my white whale of authors (you know who you are) I have pecked at with them that I think everyone will go fucking nuts for and love, but I won't mention it in case we can't get it off the ground! (A completely okay and normal thing to happen lmao.) I think that one will end up happening though because I am too excited about it, even if it's not any time soon.

I am super open to crossovers and cowriting, especially since writing with Li because I learned SO MUCH it was like speed running improvement.

The thing is it has to fit! There's some crossovers that wouldn't have a lot of substance because there's not really a lot to cover. When it came to EiL for example, there was PLENTY to cover and do, it was so fun! But other fics might not have a lot we could do for each other. (At least, not until I get some more world building done.)

That being said I do love talking crossovers with other creators it's so fun...

If you guys ever want to use my OC's feel free, just ask me in advance! I don't mind pings.

THESE ASKS ARE FUN THANKS FOR SENDING THEM I feel like you just threw a steak into my zoo exhibit. I am recharged and rejuvenated my crops are watered my skin is clear. This felt very pretentious to write I am mortified.

#ask #chealsieseysie #LSoW #rottmnt #tmnt #tmntau #IM SORRY ABOUT THE INFO DUMP #my fic #my writing

[jokertrap-ran]

[スタオケ] La Corda d'Oro Starlight Orchestra Main Story Chapter 2-1 Translation

*Starlight Orchestra Masterlist *Spoiler free: Translations will remain under cut *Main story tag will be #Main Starlight

2 Years Ago, Mito.

???: Real lame, don’cha think?

???: He’s pathetic as a delinquent.

???: And equally pathetic when trying to play at being part of the Student Council.

???: …HAH?

???: We can’t seriously be tolerating this.

???: Probably.

☆ ━━━━━━━ ∘◦♬◦∘ ━━━━━━━ ☆

Sakuya: What, no one’s here again?

Sakuya: We’ve successfully held our concert, and we’ve even pasted our posters up at the Music Education department, yet we don’t seem to be getting any new members.

Hayate: The people in music ed aren’t like those in general ed. We don’t exactly have the time to go parading around with such a suspiciously shady Orchestra.

Sakuya: If so… then what does that make you, exactly…?

Tomoharu: Hahaha. He does have a point.

⊳ Choice: It’s not anything to be joking about

Tomoharu: Pfft- Sorry. I do suppose it’s bad to joke about this, considering our situation.

⊳ Choice: You’re completely open to jibes

Hayate: Wha- Is that how you treat someone who lends you a helping hand!?

Tomoharu: Hmm… But if that’s how it is, then I don’t think we’ll have much luck recruiting members in Seiso Academy.

Sakuya: Yeah. Maybe we should try appealing in a different place—

Ginga: Oh, you’re all gathered?

Ginga: Ready to head out? Plum, natto and history-rich streets await us all!

Kazuma: Do you remember Hashizumi-sensei, from the Mito Symphony Orchestra, who was in attendance for our concert?

Kazuma: She has graciously offered to introduce us to a place where we can hold our future concerts if any.

Tomoharu: Eh? We’re going to hold our next concert in Mito?

Sakuya: Isn’t that kinda far?

Ginga: Cease your chatter! Yeesh, you lot. For people who are aiming to go global, your worldview really is tiny!

Ginga: Isn’t Ibaraki just a moment away if you go by the Joban Expressway?

Hayate: Mito, huh? It would be great if we could get Osakabe-san to join us…

Hayate: He was the Trumpets’ leader from last year’s Starlight Orchestra.

Hayate: He won 4th place in the Brass Section of the Jr. Classical Music Concours just as he’d entered his first year in high school.

Hayate: We were in different sections, so I didn’t really get to interact much with him. But, he’s reliable and someone worthy of respect.

Ginga: Heh? He sounds like an amazing person. Alrighty then, let’s try our damndest to induct him into our ranks.

Hayate: If he’s willing to join the Starlight Orchestra again, then…

Hayate: Maybe there’s some helping this misfit of a Starlight Orchestra, as well as how messy this room is.

Ginga: Huh?

Hayate: I’m talking about this sloppy mess in here— Empty cup noodle cups, pet bottles, and that barely standing mountain of papers just piled together in a heap.

Hayate: He’s also the Student Council President of his school, and very neat about things. I’m sure he’ll put the right to things here.

Hayate: I’m seeing a glimmer of hope here, (L/n).

Ginga: I, on the other hand, am absolutely horrified…

Sakuya: Well, it works out for you too, doesn’t it?

Tomoharu: If we have brass instrument players joining us, that’ll also mean that we’ll be able to play a wider variety of songs.

⊳ Choice: Let’s head out to Mito then! 

Tomoharu: Yes! It’s going to be fun, don’t you think, senpai?

☆ ━━━━━━━ ∘◦♬◦∘ ━━━━━━━ ☆

Nono: You’re going to Mito? That’s brilliant~!

Nono: That place is a noted place of connection of a really amazing Orchestra Conductor from Berlin ♪

Nono: I look forward to seeing the superb new members who’ll be joining us, Concertmistress!

☆ ━━━━━━━ ∘◦♬Main Starlight♬◦∘ ━━━━━━━ ☆

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[existencebringsonlypain]

tag system below! any other info you need is in my description.

#existenceunrelateds - posts not directly related to the Owl House (most content lately)

#reblog - my reblogs, if I can remember to tag them as such

#re: tags or #re: prev - I'm responding to the tags from the previous reblog. Open their reblog to see what I'm responding to.

this was a much shorter list than I thought it would be

there were a couple edits here announcing new tags, but those tags are no longer in effect enough to warrant paragraphs.

Speaking of! (this had a natural segue before, don't worry) @existenceliveblogs is my blog for liveblogging, as you may have been able to infer. At the moment, I'm doing Infinity Train, though I haven't updated it in some time. I'll resume when I remember, don't worry. I'm also going through Deltarune again to fight Spamton (AGAIN) on my main save.

edit four cuz I forgot to say that last time

#nutdealer posting - posts about or relating to undertale or deltarune, cuz my brain decided it wants to fixate on those. Dw, toh's staying, they just share room in my head, and the nutdealers are taking priority. This tag will not be used in conjunction with #existenceunrelateds, so if you only want owl house content, you can block both. I just don't want to complicate things for myself

Edit five!

#existence is unhealthily obsessed with queso - I rate queso for some reason. Mostly going to be chains within just Florida, or southeastern USA.

Edit Six

#negative - this one's been in effect for some time, but it was infrequent enough that I didn't think of adding it. This is not necessarily ANY negative post, more posts that could seriously affect someone reading them. Because of this, a good chunk of Palestine-related posts are tagged with it. Not all of them, though, only the emotionally devastating ones.

Edit the Seventh

#carbohydrate before you carbodiedrate - my new mutual/shenanigannery tag. don't ask. I'll almost definitely forget this a ton, so a general rule is if I'm reblogging to talk to mutuals or other people a lot within a short period of time, it'll be there. or if spectator brings up bread again.

you dont need me to say what this is

alright so I'm entrenched in undertale and deltarune, which means I also tend to get homestuck content. I have no idea what the fuck homestuck is about but I know a lot of people love it and a lot of people hate it, so I jokingly tag any posts relating to homestuck with #cw homestuck. this is a joke and not intending to belittle any homestuck fans- I'm an undertale fan, I can't judge.

speaking of, any time I'm tagging posts with warning, I'll usually do two to four variations on #cw [xyz thing here]. I use cw much more often than tw, since it feels more inclusive to any reasons one might not want certain content on their dash. make sure if you've blocked the tw version of the tag, block the cw version as well.

#existenceunrelateds #tag explanation #tag system #icon change

[certifiedlovergirlsstuff]

lifeguard duty

summary: the hawkins summer heat is really starting to mess with your mind, or is that just your excuse for why your body is extra warm lately?

WC: 2.1K

warnings: a curse word or two, just the mention of men being creeps (because most of them are freaking creeps)

A/N: ALL PARTS UNDER THE TAG -The Byers Harrington Story-

 joe keery, i love your moles❤️

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June 18, 1984

It’s been almost two months since you were hired and became a lifeguard at the local community pool.

And it’s been about three months since working at Radio Shack with Bob Newby. He was an excellent boss, he was slowly teaching you new pieces of information that would help in making sure you’re able to perform your job properly. He had good little jokes he would throw out at random, sometimes they were somewhat bad, but that’s why they were rather funny. Also, Joyce was starting to visit the store more often, sometimes to drop off a snack on her break, or she would stay and talk with you when you were on your own. She and Bob were starting to get a bit closer, she would came to the store just to talk with him mostly and you would be in the front organizing items or the back going through the inventory, they were always giggling and talking in hushed whispers. It was a little weird at first, but you started to see she was happy when she was with Bob and that made you happy.

Working as a lifeguard was a bit worrying, one reason being that you are in charge of making sure people don’t die on your watch. So you had to take a CPR course and pass before you were hired, and man was that a bit tiring, but now you’re CRP certified, so that’s nice. Another reason is that your uniform was a skin-tight one-piece, so that means anyone at the pool could just watch and stare at you. You mostly tried to wear the matching shorts as much as you were allowed, but they usually wanted the girls in just the suit and the boys in the bottoms only. So that means this summer you are shaving a lot more than you usually do.

Anyway, besides those two concerns you have about the job, it was a relatively easy one. A lot of parents were in the water with their kids and watching them, young children were wearing floaties on their upper arms for support. The only thing you had to do was to raise your voice to remind people to walk and not run, or to tell some middle schoolers to watch where they throw things. Sometimes the party would show up. Since you mostly worked in the afternoons after Radio Shack, you would end up driving them with you if they wanted to go for a swim, or sometimes Jonathan would end up dropping them off. 

It was nice being able to watch them as they splashed the water at each other or the excitement on their faces when they were getting ready to cannonball and then bail making someone fall in on their own. You got to hear their childish bickering and you would smile just as bright, maybe brighter rivaling the sun, when you got to hear their laughs and giggles. They were getting to be kids again, they weren’t worried about anything bad in those moments and it made you happy for them.

Now another thing about this job, you were working with Steve.

You didn’t work with him all the time, it seemed like most of his shifts were in the morning and you would see him out when you clocked in. But you did have the occasional shift with both of you. Working with Steve…what’s the word? Working with Steve is very distracting, very very distracting and he probably doesn’t even know, or he does and doesn’t care.

When you shared the same shift you tried hard to not just gaze at him the entire time and remind yourself you were supposed to be watching out for drowning children. 

His skin was more tanner during the summertime, he developed more freckles and moles that scattered across his face and dotted around his body like stars in the night sky. You could see the way his thighs flexed when he was walking, and also how hairy he was getting. His thighs and lower legs were covered in dark hair and he was slowly developing chest hair, and oh boy. And the way his biceps would flex if he was moving something or carrying a heavy item or even just the way his hands would rest behind them when he crossed them over his chest as he rested in the tall white chair. 

And his hair, his freaking hair. It wasn’t styled with much product you guessed, so that means you were able to see his hair in its most natural styling. It still held the volume he always had, but it was looser, it flowed more in the wind. Curls would rest happily against his sweating forehead, the ends of his hair were growing out and they were slowly touching his neck and where his shoulders meet. You badly wanted to run your digits through the clean strands, maybe tug a little and see if he makes any sounds…

You had to remind yourself he wasn’t yours, he was Nancy’s, which means you would be a bad friend to her if you just openly stared at her boyfriend or thought about certain things when she wasn’t around, or even when you were in her presence. The two of you were only friends.

“Byers.”

His rich voice pulled your attention away from the growing crowd. You looked down from your seat on the high chair, your sunglasses slipping down the sweat on your nose, and peered at Steve who had his arms crossed and under his chin, leaning on the painted wood as he was squinting at you.

‘God, his biceps,’ you admired.

“Harrington,” you replied back in the same tone he gave.

He poked a finger against your outer thigh, “you look really good in the uniform.”

You felt your body heat rise in temperature with the compliment. You would have loved to give a flirty compliment back, but one, you weren’t very good at them, and two, you shouldn’t even be entertaining the thought of flirting with Steve. You already know he has a natural flirty air about him, it’s part of his charm he says. ‘He’s not flirting with you’, you reprimand yourself.

“Yeah, well, it's not always the best when it's a uniform that people could just let their eyes wander over your body. I sometimes feel eyes watching me when I walk around. It's creepy,” you let a shiver run up your spine.

“Hey, if you ever feel someone's eyes on you, look for them and then flip them off.”

You release a snort at his answer to your problem, “that would get me fired, Steve.”

“True, you know you could always come to me if you feel uncomfortable. I’ll keep you away from whatever creep is here.”

You peered back at Steve and he had a sincere look coating over his gooey, warm brown eyes. The more you stared into them the more you felt like you were melting, and not from the Hawkins summer heat. It’s like he had this certain effect on you, when he stared at you if felt like he was trying to look within you, as if he was trying to determine your next move. Like he was trying to map you out and memorize you, it made your insides churn at the notion.

You sucked in a deep breath through your nose, “that’s very kind of you Steve, but I’m a big girl. I can handle myself.”

You had to make sure you kept some type of distance. There needed to be a chasm between the both of you, because if you were within his grasp, you don’t know how much longer you would be able to keep yourself at bay. And also you didn’t want him to start thinking he needed to protect you from dangers, whether they be normal creepy boy dangers or supernatural dangers. It would be best if he didn’t put himself in harm's way for you, for your sanity.

“Hey,” he tapped your thigh again.

You nibbled on your bottom lip and looked back down to Steve.

“I know you can handle yourself, but I will be there for you, if you ever need me. Okay? I care about you (Y/n), I don’t want anything bad to happen to you.”

Again, he looked so sincere it hurt your heart, “yeah, thank you Steve. I usually don’t try and rely on people so…” you trailed off.

“Well what about Jonathan, or your mom?” he asked, a bit confused.

“Of course I rely on them, but it’s more of just a natural thing for me. I don’t want to be a burden for people, especially if they have their own shit going on. And sometimes when you get used to relying on people they could easily leave you, or disappoint you.”

It went quiet between the two of you after that statement. Just the noise of kids shouting and the lapping of the chlorinated water acting as white noise. The sun was still beating it warm heat down onto your bodies, but a cool breeze came and would caress your sweat slick skin, giving a moment of relief. You looked at the giant clock hanging by the entrance, having to squint against the sun and also just worsening eyesight, you barely made out the time.

“Well looks like my shift is up, see you later Steve,” you bid farewell as you stepped down from the chair.

You grabbed your towel and water bottle, slipped your sandals back on your feet and headed towards the locker rooms. You thought Steve would stay behind, but you heard the sound of his shoes walking just a few steps behind you. Only when you got near the snack bar did you stop and look behind you, Steve almost bumping into your back.

“Whatcha’ doin’, Steve?”

He gave a sheepish smile, “wanted to ask you something.”

Your heart speeds up just a fraction, “and what would that be?”

“I was wondering if you would be willing to wait an extra hour, and then we could go get some ice cream?”

You couldn’t help the grin that came upon your lips, “that would be an amazing offer, but who says that I would wait an extra hour just for you?”

Steve crossed an arm across his chest, and held the other arm out and pointed his hand at his chest, “well, I heard from some people that I happen to be great company, I really make time fly by. So I’ve heard.”

“Uh huh.”

“Come on, ice cream on me. Who would give up basically free ice cream?”

You tried to calm the racing of your heartbeat. You knew he wasn’t asking you on a date, you knew that. But your mind allowed itself to get its hopes up just for a sliver of a moment. ‘This is what it would feel like to get asked on dates by Steve’. Your chest felt warm from his charisma and charm. That million dollar smile played across his pretty facial features. Getting close with Steve was a dangerous game, slowly tipping into uncharted water for you, but who says you can’t handle that. You can handle Steve Harrington as a friend, a very charming friend.

You tapped a finger against your chin in a theatrical gesture, “hmm, I mean, I guess I could wait an extra hour for free ice cream.”

Steve smiled brightly at your answer, “okay, well you get clocked out and I’m gonna take over your spot. So when you’re done you come keep me company.”

You did a quick salute, “yes, sir,” then continued to the locker room.

This was good, you and Steve as friends were good. Maybe someone will come out of nowhere this year and take your mind off Steve, actually scratch that. Most guys in this town were shitty and its not like you could start asking around if any girls were interested.

Maybe your crush on Steve Harrington will just fade into the back of your mind over time, it kinda did the first time, who says it won’t happen a second time.

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[thelador-s-mclargehuge]

Episode 1 Behind The Scenes!

Welcome to Amateur Hour! I mean this whole series is amateur hour, but stating out was REALLY amateur hour. So most of the way our videos worked is we would do a weekly video (Either podcast or Over The Shoulder game review). And I’d release a Funny Joke Video every two weeks. I was given Carte Blanch over my videos and basically just kinda did them on my own. So everything I did was suuuper rudimentary My scripts weren’t formated very well, there were tons of spelling errors, stuff I’d cut out I’d leave in the document and just remember I cut it out. But all this worked just fine because I was the only one looking at them.

And the way I’d send people their lines was I would *send* people their lines over discord and have them send me back an audio file that they’d recorded. I didn’t even really do any audio directing aside from a couple of notes. I might have directed Dalsson and TheDragonLover (heretofore referred to as Dergo), but that was it.

For anyone who might want to make a narrative series, uh… don’t do this with your main cast. If you have a guest star who knows what their doing and might not be comfortable being directed in a discord call with a stranger, that’s fine. But for everyone else you’ll just end up playing phone tag for a a couple of VA lines that won’t be nearly as good if you just set the people down in a call and told them what kinda performance you want them to give. A thing that, And I cannot stress this enough, they will be fine with you doing and in fact would much prefer this to the alternative.

And if you sit multiple people down in the call and do their voice lines in one day, that’s just way better! Your actors will be more comfortable with more friends around, and after the session is over, you have multiple scenes worth of voice lines to work with! It’s one of those “We do this thing like this for a reason.” kinda deals.

But ultimately a lot of the What Worked for those videos I’d put out every two weeks, and the video essays, did not really work here. But anyway lets look at the actual video.

The like first scene you can see how the cutting around is really off. That’s because the footage of me just standing there lasted, like, 3 seconds and I had a minute of dialogue, so I HAD to keep cutting if I wanted to use that footage. I should have just started a new save and rerecorded it but… again amateur hour.

But. The first joke here I think is really good. I have a lot of thoughts about it, so I’m going to make it a separate thread. There’s quite a bit going on there and I’m really proud of it.

But the beginning of the video, and the beginning of the series as a whole, is just kinda me moving from bit to bit like I did in the previous Joke Videos. These started out as those with a tiny bit more structure.

The Conversation with Elderbug here is what got Lordfrezon to get a better mic. Like this video convinced the man to get a better microphone. But you’ll notice Elderbugs mouth keeps moving when he’s not taking. I didn’t start putting a still picture over the talking characters yet

The quirrel scene is probably the best put together in the entire video. The editing is sharp. and I realized I could like, just reverse the video of him looking at the Black Egg to make it a little more dynamic.

But most of the dynamic-ness of these scenes comes down to me zooming in and out of characters faces for emphasis. The footage I’m working with is a character with a one second animation loop and another character staring up at them. So I gotta do a lot of cuts and zooms to make it look like a conversation with multiple emotions in it is happening. And I already had a pretty good grasp of that thanks to the joke videos! Say what you will about youtube video editing, but it sure teaches you how powerful quick cutting for emphasis is!

This was also before I started putting Reverb on every scene that takes place in a tunnel… which most of them do, and if there’s one thing I love, love, love playing with, it’s reverb. Sound design is my passion tbh. It is also the only thing I have any formal training in! I was taught it by a bunch of 80s rockers who showed me how to use an old analog soundboard for live mixing! And I’ve always held to the idea that 75% of video editing is sound editing, and 95% of that sound editing is shit no one would notice unless it wasn’t there.

There a little after the Quirrel scene I got *extremely lucky* and found a sign mender. Which is a really rare event. Just immediately out of the gate I see that man. I’d never seen him before I was getting footage for the video and he blessed me with his presence like an angel. Thank you Sign Mender! You gave me a great bit about property destruction!

The Cornifer scene is firstly, a great look into how a voice role evolves over time, and secondly, a great exemplification of what I started this with. Just Direct Your VA’s. You’ll notice how Saine’s performance on his first line here are worse than any of the other ones he’s given. He didn’t know what I wanted. And if I would have simply directed him, that wouldn’t be a problem!

He did, however get to delever the funniest lines of the video. And he did a great job with those! And, another thing to Saine’s credit is he does a fantastic job as Iselda! Man eats up that whole scene! Just great shit there!

Sly’s change is less in that the voice evolved as time went on and more I changed the character. I focused more on the Shopkeeper aspect rather than the teacher aspect as his Central Thing, and ultimately I think that was the best choice. Surly Shopkeeper who can “Show You Da Ropes” Is always a great character and he’s a lot of fun to write. Also all the thing’s Sly says about ‘God’ put me in a bit of a bind because “Okay, so why the hell does this guy know about The Radiance… a thing that a lot of people were lied to about for decades?” So I had to come up with some stuff for that. But that’s the kind of problem I love solving. Because it goes from “Weird plot hole” to “Ooh new character aspect! let’s give this man some depth!

Dergo’s performance as Myla is the best one in the video. And it’s great that’s the case too, because of how much *that* kicks off a lot of the story. But, yeah 10/10 no notes. Dergo is incredibly good at this shit.

The end bit with the snail man is probably my biggest regret of the video. It very much does not fit in with the tone of everything else. It’s kinda something that just happens in the first episode and I hope everyone forgets about. The implication he just murdered the snail guy is funny but it doesn’t fit in the wider whole. Whole scene just is not very good tbh. I also probably should have had someone else voice the Snail man as well.

And I wholeass forgot I used a different font for the credits! But I think that’s that for the first episode. IT’s kind of just a collection of thoughts, but the episode is just kind of a collection of scenes so, there we go!

#HKR-BTS #hollow knight meme #hollow knight #quirrel #content creation #youtube #Youtube

[covrin-guides]

Misguided: Part One

Misguided: A Blooming Panic SMAU - Part One: Tales of the Abandoned

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Tales of the Abandoned

The day that Lady had asked you to go to the abandoned hospital for her Youtube channel had you questioning all your life choices up until this point. Honestly, you weren’t really all that excited about going. Not to say you were afraid, but you’d much rather go with a larger group of people. For safety reasons of course. However, when you asked your roommate June if she wanted to tag along she said she would rather not be the victim of a literal horror movie opening. Not that you could blame her, but this would’ve been about three hundred times less scary if it wasn’t just you and Lady.  

You were waiting in your living room for Lady to show up while June was going off on another one of her rants about how amazing the web comic Blooming Panic is. She was recalling all the points that her friend’s podcast made the night before. 

“And get this okay,” She turns to you with a screenshot of the comic pulled up on her phone, “Nathanial and Damien get really really close this episode. I feel like the author is hinting at those two deciding they like each other more than Lola.” 

You squint at the dialogue on the screen, “Is that what Quest said too?” 

“No!” She threw her hands in the air, “That’s the thing, he thinks it is just a coincidence.” 

You were about to respond when your phone vibrated with a message from Lady. She was waiting for you outside. 

“Argue with him for me on twitter,” You joke as you grab your backpack and a hoodie for the exploration. “I’ll see you later, though. Lady is waiting for me outside.” 

“Have fun getting murdered by Jason!” She calls as you approach the door. 

“Jason attacked camp counselors.” You shot back as you closed the door behind you. You made your way to Lady’s little red mini cooper and smiled as she was enthusiastically waving at you from the driver’s seat. 

“Hello~” She sang as you opened the passenger-side door. 

“Good evening.” You grin as you plop down in the seat. “How far away is the horror-hospital you have us going to?” 

“Right to business, I see.” She says as she begins pulling out of the parking-lot. “Only about thirty minutes, give or take.” 

“How’d you find this place?” 

“Looking through the comments on some other youtubers comment section. I saw the address that this one dude commented on the video and was like ‘hey that’s really close to here!’. So I figured we could go.” Lady explained as she drove. “Did you remember to bring a flashlight?” 

“Yea I grabbed one, but I don’t know how good the batteries are. So do not leave me alone in there. Like, ever.” You joke. You started actually getting worried about your flashlight, though, so you grabbed it from your bag and tested it. 

It turned on immediately, but was flickering and looked pretty dim. 

“Next time bring a good flashlight maybe.” Lady laughed as it slowly died. 

“That’s if we don’t end up getting sucked into some horror-hospital dimension while we are there.” You grimace. 

“Oh, whatever! Where’s your sense of adventure?” 

You shrug, but stay silent. Lady turns on whatever CD she has loaded into the player, and you gaze out the window at the passing scenery. After a while, you have entered a more forested area. The space between trees becomes few and far between and the branches overhead have shielded the car (and you) from the rays of the sun. A pit starts to form in your stomach when Lady pulls off the main road onto a side one made of dirt. 

“Almost there!” She looks at you and gives you a nervous grin. You try to reply with false enthusiasm, but your voice is lost and your mouth feels dry. You give her a half-hearted thumbs up and closed-mouth smile. Good enough. 

The road continues for at least two miles and you’re jostled around from the bumps and divots of the neglected path. Somehow, the tree line becomes thicker and it looks as though the sun has disappeared completely. 

“Holy shit.” Lady gasps as the car slows. You turn to look ahead of you and there you can see the hospital coming into view from behind the woods and a sea of vines and rubble. 

“It looks like Dracula’s Castle.” You gulp leaning your head down to get a full view of the building. 

“It looks like a movie set.” Lady parks the car towards the front doors. She turns off the ignition and turns to you. “You ready?” 

You look from her to the abandoned hospital in front of you. “Probably not,” You reply. 

“Me either,” She presses her lips into a firm line. “But let’s go ahead anyway.” 

You give a short nod and open the car door. The air around the hospital is nearly fifteen degrees colder than it was at your apartment, and you were very glad that you brought that hoodie just in case. Lady follows your example, and when she’s fully out of the vehicle she shivers. 

“This place is cold.” She grumbles and shoves her hands into her jacket pockets. 

“Don’t complain,” You chuckle and head towards the trunk of her car to help her get her camera and other equipment out. “This is your fault.” 

“I can’t control the weather!” She laughs and lifts her own backpack from the trunk. 

“Yea but-” You grab her small camera bag and throw it over your shoulder, “You totally control where you film your videos.” 

“Oh whatever,” She grins and closes the trunk. “This’ll be fun. I promise!” 

You shake your head as you both go to enter the building. The front door is locked or boarded shut from the inside. Either way, you can’t open it. It takes you a while to find a window on the first floor that is big enough to crawl through, but you find it and enter the building. 

The inside of the hospital is about as terrifying as you had imagined. Maybe slightly more as you are actually there, it’s dark, and every single movement you make echoes through the hallways. 

“I’m really wishing you brought a better flashlight.” Lady groans as she turns hers on and it starts flickering. 

“Will the phones not work?” You ask, pulling out your phone. 

“Not as well as - like - a real flashlight.” Her’s stops flickering, but it’s still very dim. 

“Let’s just get the video over with and get out of here as soon as possible.” You look around, listening to the dripping of water echoing from somewhere in the room. “Not to sound stereotypical, but this place is freaking me out.” 

“No you’re right. Alright, let’s set the tripod up right there-” Lady points to a dry spot in front of the window that’s letting in a little light. “-And get ready to film the introduction.” 

It takes you all of two seconds to get the camera set up and place yourselves in front of it. 

“Hey guys and welcome back to me doing dumb shit for YouTube!” Lady puts on a bright personality as she addresses the camera. “Today I am at the Delorean Hospital out in…” 

You zone out during Lady’s introduction. The smile on your face falls as you swear you can hear the engine of a car from somewhere near the hospital. You keep trying to listen, but Lady addresses you. 

“Today I brought my good friend, Y/n, along with me! They are super ecstatic to be here, and by super ecstatic I mean absolutely livid that I brought them along.” Lady nudges your arm with her elbow causing you to forget the noise you heard and laugh. 

“Well you know what, I have literally never been more excited to leave somewhere in my life.” You joke. 

“Anyways-” Lady goes back to addressing the camera and setting up the beginning of her video. 

You strain to hear the sound again, but there is relative silence. Apart from the echo of Lady’s voice and the sounds of the woods around you, you can’t hear anything that sounds like it could be from people. 

The tension in your shoulder melts away and you tell yourself you were just being dramatic. You turn back to Lady as she approaches the camera to shut it off. 

“And scene!” She calls as she presses the record button again to stop the camera. “I think that is good enough. We can just kind of record as we go now.” 

“Perfect.” You shiver as a draft blows in from the window. “Let’s get through this place as quickly as possible.” 

The two of you put the tripod back in the camera bag and start wandering around the hospital. The hallways were in poor shape, but the surgery rooms were even worse. You weren’t sure how that happened, but half of them had parts of the floor deteriorating and the other half had an inch of standing water in them. The ones with water you avoided like the plague. 

Everything had gone fairly smoothly in the terms of recording and not being absolutely terrified. That is, until Lady mentioned trying to find the morgue. 

“Are you sure that’s a good idea?” You ask as you move through another seemingly endless hallway. “Aren’t morgues typically in the basement?” 

Lady just looks into the camera, an evil grin on her face, before she looks back at you. “Exactly.”

“Lady,” You groan and the two of you reach the end of the hallway that forks into two different paths. “I do not want to go to the basement-” 

You’re cut off by the sound of a large metallic clang coming from somewhere in the hospital. 

“What the fu-” Lady starts but another, louder clang rips through the air. You look at each other, faces grim and eyes nearly bulging from their sockets. At the same time, the both of you turn to run down one of the hallways that were on either side of you. You run as hard as you can, nearly slipping a few times due to the wet floors, until you reach an open room that was adjacent to the way you originally came in. 

You turn around to see how far Lady is behind you, but she’s nowhere to be seen. You wait a few more minutes, hoping she’ll round the corner and suddenly appear, but nothing. Panicking, you pull out your phone to call her. 

She doesn’t answer. 

You call three more times, before dread starts to take over your body. As a last resort, you frantically begin texting her to try and get some sort of answer. The first few messages are sent normally, but the last two take longer and need to be sent as a multimedia message. 

Tears start to prick at your eyes and you pace around the room. You’re alone and you don’t know where Lady has gone. For all you know, she slipped somewhere and busted her head open and now she’s bleeding out in some mold infested room. 

You turn on the flashlight on your phone and try heading back the way you came. Maybe Lady hid somewhere or something. It only takes a few minutes until you’re back at the hallway where you last saw your friend. She wasn’t in any of the rooms you passed so far, and there was no other way to go. You suddenly realize that she probably ran the opposite direction. 

Just as you have that thought, you hear a blood-curdling scream come from somewhere down that other hallway. You’re nearly one-hundred percent sure it’s Lady and all of your senses become heightened with adrenaline. In a split-second decision, you drop the camera bag and your own backpack and grab a metal pipe that is laying on the floor beside an empty hospital room. 

You take off sprinting down the hallway you heard the scream come from when you can see another opening - similar to the one your hallway opened up into. In that opening you see two fairly tall men dressed in black clothing with backpacks facing away from you. In between them, you can see Lady with an ashen white face and her hand clutching her heart. 

You tighten your grip on the pipe, ready to protect Lady from whoever these guys are, and start creeping up behind them. You are nearly a foot away from one with dyed blonde hair and raise the pipe to hit them over the head, when Lady spots you over his shoulder. 

“Y/n!” Lady shoves past the two men and rushes towards you for a hug. When she wraps her arms around you, you drop the metal to return the embrace. “Where did you go?” She demands and pulls away. 

“Where did YOU go?” You shoot back. “I thought you were following me down the hallway that was leading away from the giant crashing noise.” 

She pauses and looks bashful, “I would totally be the first to die in a horror movie, huh?” 

“Totally.” You nod and she steps away. As she stands next to you, you can see the two guys that you were ready to jump not even a minute ago. “Who’re they?” You ask and use your chin to gesture in their direction. 

“Oh!” Lady smiles, “These two were the noises we heard. They broke down the front door to get in.” 

You press your lips together and give them an awkward wave. 

“The one on the left is Owl,” She introduces. “And the one beside him is Xyx. They’re also exploring for their YouTube channel.” 

“Nice to meet you.” You hold a hand out and Owl is the only one who shakes it. You offer to shake hands with Xyx too, but he just nods his head and gestures towards the pipe laying at your feet. 

“Were you going to attack us?” He asks. 

You laugh it off as you explain, “I heard my friend scream so I thought y’all were - like - attacking her or something.” 

Owl smiles and laughs along with you, but Xyx merely raises his eyebrows. You shy away from his gaze and turn back to Lady. 

“Why did you scream?” You ask, “Also where is your fucking phone?!” 

“They scared me when I ran into them while I was running away,” She shrugs with a smile. “And I lost my phone somewhere along the way apparently. Where’s all your stuff?” 

You use your thumb to gesture behind you down the hall you emerged from, “Dropped it off to come and save you.” 

“Aw!” Lady gushes and addresses Owl and Xyx, “Isn’t my friend the sweetest?” 

“Considering they were ready to bash our skulls in a minute ago,” Xyx finally gives a smile. It’s lopsided and impish and makes your knees feel like they’re made of jelly. “I’m going to say maybe not the sweetest. The most protective for sure.” 

“Ah whatever-” Lady waves her hand to dismiss his words. “Let’s go get our stuff.” 

“Alright, it was nice meeting you two.” You start to walk away with Lady when Owl stops you in your tracks. 

“We can come with you!” Owl speaks up. 

“Are you sure?” You turn to him and ask. “Don’t you have your own stuff to film?” 

“If you two are okay with being in the video we can stick together.” Owl is bouncing on the balls of his face with an excited grin adorning his face. “It’ll be like the Scooby-Doo Gang!” 

“I’m fine with that!” Lady interjects, equally as excited as Owl. “If you’re okay with being in my video. We were almost done recording anyway so it’ll just be for a little bit.” 

“Perfect!” Owl grins and throws an arm around Xyx’s shoulders. “Let’s go!” 

Lady leads Owl and Xyx down the hall to look for her phone and the rest of your stuff. You follow closely behind. Owl is talking about nothing and everything all at once, just sort of filling the space with his personality. It’s kind of relieving to have the halls be filled with noise that isn’t the echoing of footsteps or water drips. Owl was making the place feel alive and less murderous. 

A few more minutes of walking around, Lady’s phone was found lying beneath an old bed. She was extremely reluctant to get it, but after a bit of encouragement from the group (because no one else was willing to get on the floor and get it for her) she did get it out and cleaned it off with the sleeve of her shirt. Down the hall a bit was the camera bag and your backpack sitting nicely against the wall waiting for your return. 

“Alright that’s everything, I think.” You grin as you address the group. 

“Nice! Do you mind if I start recording a little bit here and introduce you guys?” Owl asks, already getting his camera ready to record. 

“Fine with me,” You shrug, unsure if he would even care if you said no. 

He hands the camera off to Xyx. Xyx takes a few steps away from the three of you to get you into frame and starts a countdown. 

“3…2…1…” He holds a thumbs up to let Owl know it’s good to go. 

“Alright in a turn of events,” Owl immediately starts talking about what happened just five minutes ago and describing how he found us in the hospital. 

You try to listen, but can hardly keep your focus on what Owl’s saying about everything. Xyx was barely looking at the screen of the camera, instead you kept catching him watching you over the camera. His green eyes looked piercing and cat-like in the dark light and it made your breath hitch. You could feel your face heating up under his stare, and no matter how much you tried to keep your attention on Owl you were just watching his mouth move and not listening. 

“Lady and Y/n were here doing their own exploration video!” Owl announced to the camera with a proud smile, “So if you want to check out what they were doing before we showed up and scared the crap out of them, I will be linking Lady’s video in the description. You guys should definitely check her out!” 

You felt your chest swell with happiness for Lady as her entire face lit up at the shout out. She hadn’t been doing YouTube for very long, so her account had a somewhat small following. She also hadn’t made any friends in the same field as her, and you knew it made her feel sort of alone doing what she did. 

“Do you have your own channel, Y/n?” Xyx spoke up from behind the camera. You made eye contact with him after he asked and it made butterflies begin to swell in your chest. He had shifted the camera to be on you.

“No,” You chuckle and wave your hands dismissively. “I just tagged along so that Lady wasn’t out here all on her own.” 

“You should join my channel and be my cute assistant.” Owl interjects, causing Xyx to center the camera once again. “You can replace Xyx.” 

“Har-dee-har-har.” Xyx rolls his eyes, but a smile is evident on his face. 

The rest of the video proved to be a lot more fun than you expected. The four of you actually got along really well and were constantly joking around and laughing throughout the night. Owl actually had a lot of information about the hospital in its heyday and was talking about the sorts of things that happened in the hospital before it was inevitably shut down. None of which was exactly positive. 

“You googled the history before you came?” Lady asks incredulously. 

“Yea! You didn’t? This place is like kind of famous for murders and mistreatment of patients back in the 1890s.” Owl responds, loving the history lesson he’s been giving. Xyx continued filming. “It’s supposed to be super haunted.” 

“Haunted?” You repeat; kind of intrigued, kind of terrified. 

“Oh yea! I’m gonna be here until it gets really dark to try and get some ghost readings on my equipment.” Owl pulls a black block with varying lights on it. “You guys want to stay and hunt with us?” 

You look at Lady whose expression appears equally unnerved as you feel. She shakes her head and you agree. 

“No, that's alright.” You reply. “I told my roommate I’d be back by 8, and it’s already 7:45.” 

“Aw okay.” Owl puts on an overdramatic frown and you can’t help but giggle. “Maybe I can convince you guys to join me next time for some Ghost Adventures.” 

“If you can find a place that doesn’t potentially have thousands of rats living in the wall, I’m in.” You say. 

“Deal.” Owl laughs. 

You start checking through your backpack and pockets to make sure you aren’t missing anything and look to Lady to let her know you’re ready to go. 

“I guess we’ll be off now.” Lady puts her own camera back in its case and Xyx lowers his. “It was really great meeting you two, I’m so glad you weren’t trying to murder us.” 

“The bar is literally on the floor, but I’ll take it.” Xyx finally speaks up. “By the way, Lady, I need you to do something for me.” 

“Yea what’s up?” 

Xyx’s gaze goes from friendly to stern in a second, it throws you completely off guard and you’re watching him with a bated breath. 

“You need to delete any footage of me from your camera right now.” His voice is steely cold and serious. 

“...what?” You can see her shoulder tense and she tightens her grip on her camera case. “Why?” 

“He just has this thing about being in videos,” Owl explains, trying to lighten the mood. Too late for it now, though. The friendly atmosphere between the group has completely disappeared. 

“That’s like almost all my footage with you both in it though!” Lady explains, trying to save her content “That’s like half my video.” 

“I’m serious. Before you leave, can you delete everything right here.” Xyx is watching her, his cat-like eyes seeming sinister. 

Lady looks at you, her eyes are starting to water and you wished you still had that pipe from before to wack Xyx over the head with. 

“She can’t cover you with a sticker or anything?” You glare at Xyx, “She has to delete everything?” 

“Everything.” 

“That’s bullshit!” You defend. 

“Y/n…” Lady tries to soothe you. 

“No it’s not fair. He gets to keep everything with us in it but-” 

“It’s fine!” Lady interrupts and pulls her camera out again. “Seriously, I will delete anything with Xyx and salvage the rest in editing. We are entertaining enough just the two of us.” She’s smiling, but you can tell she’s a little disappointed by having to delete so much footage. 

“Whatever.” You turn to scowl at Xyx, but he’s not even sparing you a glance. Instead, he’s watching Lady delete full clips where he is visible. Once he’s satisfied with her work, he steps away from her and nods his head. 

“I’m sorry about that.” Xyx states, his tone no longer cold. “It’s just something I have to do.” 

“Yea okay.” You scoff, but Lady hits you lightly against the arm. 

“It’s alright!” Her face brightens once again. “It wasn’t as much as I thought it would be anyways.” 

“One more thing,” Xyx pulls out his phone and holds it towards Lady. “Can you put in your number?” Your eyes widen as you watch her put her number into his phone. Was she really letting him flirt with her? 

“What’s this for?” She questions as she hands his phone back to him. 

“I’ll text you my email later tonight that way you can send me your video before you post it.” Xyx states and it makes you even angrier than before. 

“You’re making her send you the video for approval?!” You cry out, enraged. 

“I need to make sure-” 

“Yea whatever. Let’s go Lady.” You scowl at him. As you pass Owl, though, you give him a small smile. “I’ll look for your channel later and follow you.” 

“It’s called ‘NightOwl’,” He states proudly. “My twitter is linked, too. You should follow me on there and I’ll just get your number later.” He winks after he says that last part and you can barely suppress a flattered giggle. 

“See ‘ya NightOwl.” You grin. 

You walk out the front doors (which were now open thanks to Owl and Xyx) as Lady is swapping numbers with Owl as well. The red mini cooper is standing out blaringly against the darkness of the night. Parked next to it is a pink Ford Bronco and next to that is a dark, so blue it’s almost black motorcycle. 

It didn’t take you long to figure out what belonged to who. 

“Alright let’s hit the road!” Lady grins as she unlocks the car and you two start putting all your equipment in the back once again. 

“Let’s get out of here.” You sigh and plop into the passenger seat. “June is already blowing up my phone demanding to know where we are.” 

“She’s worried about you, it’s cute.” Lady smiles and starts the car. 

“You just say that because you think she’s cute.” 

“Shut up.” 

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Pairing: Vampire!Eddie x Fem!Reader, brief mention of Steve Herrington x Fem!OC

Summery: Time is of the essence, either you find Eddie or he will be gone again. Maybe this time for good! No more hiding, no more secrets.

Warning (DNI if you’re under 18): All characters are over 18. Mention of blood and death, angst that turns into fluff. Eddie brings up past trauma and canon storylines and the reader knocks some sense into him. Oh! And there is a little spooky action too.

A/n: Of all the chapters I had to write this one gave me the most trouble. I’m sorry the chapter summery is so shitty, I genuinely didn’t know what to put without giving so much away. Also I'm sorry I keep saying that whatever chapter I'm on is the last, but then add more. I can't help that I'm so through.

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                                           You passed the point of caring what exactly was going on, all you knew was that you had to find Eddie. You didn’t need him to explain shit to you. You wanted him to be safe. You wanted to hold him as tight as humanly possible and tell him that everything was okay; that you were there for him, no matter what. You weren’t going to let him go through anything along ever again. Not on your watch.

                                           St. Keith’s didn’t start out as a hotel. It was originally a Catholic boarding school (hence the name,) and then it turned into a prison during the Civil War. A lot of people have joked that it was the opposite because of how scary the building looked. It looked like it belonged in Transylvania or the vacation home for an evil sorcerer. No surprise that there were rumors that St. Keith’s was haunted – the ghosts of soldiers, POWs, little kids, and teachers have been seen walking the grounds for years.                                            Bars still covered the windows and ivy clung to the octagon pillars from the original building. There was a pair of white brick buildings that flanked the sides; those were built during the 60’s to accommodate its new life as a hotel. Somehow it only managed to make the place look even creepier. The interior was no different; the lobby was far too big for its new purpose and was filled with relics of the past, old crosses, statues of saints, and paintings of Old Indiana abound.

                                           You asked the woman at the front desk for directions to the Master Suite. She looked so out of place with her vintage 60’s garb – a soft pink sweater, brown pencil skirt, cat eye glasses, and a string of pearls. Her curly blonde hair was kept in a neat little bob.

                                           “Oh…you’re going to see that Munson boy, aren’t you?” she said, her name tag glimmered in the lights as she searched through her paperwork. In neat cursive it said her name was “Ginny.”

                                           “Y-Yeah, he’s an old friend of mine…” you say as you fidget with the room key.

                                           “A friend, huh?” the woman looked up at you with a gentile, knowing smile “that look in your eyes says otherwise.”

                                           You looked back at her a little panicked “Oh no ma’am,” you adjusted the straps in your dress trying your best to look more modest “It’s not like that! Not like that at all!”

                                           Laughter bubbled out of Ginny like spring rain and was just as soft “Oh I know Kiddo. You just reminded me of how I was when I met my late husband.” She stood up so she could whisper in your ear “Though I’ll be honest My Alan wasn’t nearly as handsome as that Munson boy,” she giggles and pointed to the grand staircase around the corner “The Master Suite is all the way at the top. It’s the room with the big fancy door at the end of the hall.”

                                           “Thank you so much!” you replied with a smile as you took off. Something about that woman seemed to have brought peace to you chaotic mind.

                                           “You best better telling that boy your feelings before someone else snatches him up, Y/N!” Ginny shouted back.

                                           You turned back to see the old woman and ask how she knew your name, but she has disappeared.    “Weird…I don’t think I told her my name…” you said to yourself, feeling perplexed and maybe a little spooked. But you had no time to dwell on that as you ran up the stairs, though halfway up you pulled off your boots and settled for running barefoot.

                                           As you reached the top of the stairs that feeling of peace Ginny had instilled in your heart was fading away, but your legs kept going. The woman was right that the door was big and fancy; it looks more the door to some grand ballroom rather than to a hotel room. The large oak door has carvings of plant life and lions and had what looked like flecks of gold, the metal latch handle made your hands look so small in comparison. As you got closer you could hear things being throwing and cursing. You knocked on the door:

“Eddie?”

                                           The rummaging stops and you can hear the person on the other side let out a quiet “shit.”

                                           “Eddie it’s me y/n. Are you okay?” you asked “You just up and ran off back there. Steve and I are worried about you…” you immediately heard a loud scoff and you couldn’t help but chuckle “Well, I was worried about you…Can I come in?”

Silence

                                           “Eddie, can I please come in and check on you?”

Again, there was nothing but silence. You heard a few things being moved around, but it didn’t sound nearly as frantic as before.

                                           “Ed…?”

You reached for the door and as you felt the latch click you felt the door kick back and made a loud clunk. Eddie had locked the door.

                                           “Eddie!?” you shouted at him “Ed come on! What the hell is going on with you? Let me in! Let me in Ed!” you yelled at him as you banged your fist on the ornate door. You remembered the key and fumbled to fit it into the lock “God damn it Munson!”

                                           “No! Shit! Don’t come in here Y/n! I’m sick” you heard him fake cough. Yup, Eddie was inside. “See? I’m sick. I’m sick as a dog! I think I had a few too many. I think I’ll be okay. I’m fine actually.”

You unlocked the door and kicked it in with all of your might, assuming Eddie had also barricaded it. The door swung open and you ran inside before the door could close on you again. Never again, Eddie.

                                           It looked like Eddie had just jumped into bed, but you could tell he wasn’t just lying in bed the whole time. The room looked like a hurricane blew through there; everything was turned upside down. The mini fridge was ransacked along with all of the dresser drawers and the half a dozen suitcases Eddie and Steve were using. All you could see of Eddie were his eyes peeking out from under the blankets.

                                           “Y/n” he whined “I told you I’m sick! I’m sorry hun, but I’m going to have to ask you to leave,” Eddie fakes a cough again “See? The Doctor said I need bed rest and some soup.”  You grabbed the blanket and ripped it off of the “sickly” guitarist, which causes him to flinch and hide his face from you. “Nooooo! The light burns us!” he cries out in a sarcastic tone.

“Cut the crap, Ed” you say, sounded very annoyed “I know you’re not actually sick.”

                                           “I am too! I have a cold” he shouts back. He’s still hiding his face from you. You tossed the broken bottle onto the bed, little beads of blood still clinging to it, which causes him to take a peek at what was now sitting at his feet.

                                           “Since when was drinking blood a treatment for the common cold, Ed?” you asked.

                                           Eddie looked from the bottle to you and back again before letting out a defeated sigh. He uncovered his face and what you saw broke your heart. Eddie was ghostly pale and sweaty from turning his hotel room upside down. But what got you the most were his eyes. He uses to have such sweet brown eyes, filled with fire and mischief. You always loved those eyes. But now they looked almost jet black, tired, and bloodshot. These were the eyes of a man who has witnessed Hell first hand.

                                           “Who told you about this?” Eddie asked, picking up the broken glass and inspecting it for blood residue.

“Nobody – I just put two and two together” you replied as you sat down at the other side of the bed “Part of me thought you were pulling an Ozzy, but even I know you’re not that hardcore.”

                                           Eddie was just about to lick the glass but looked back at you and pouted “How rude! I am so hardcore” he tossed the glass into the trash and turned to face you. “So uh, I’m guessing you probably wanna know how I got this way?” Eddie asked while gesturing to his mouth, showing you his fangs.

You shook your head “You don’t have to if you’re not comfortable.”

                                           He barely let you finish that sentence before he told you every single thing that happened ever since the day Chrissy Cunningham died. The story just spilled out, each part sounding crazier than the next. You already knew that Eddie didn’t kill Chrissy or Patrick or that Fred kid from the local newspaper. For as long as you knew Eddie you knew he didn’t have a single malicious bone in his body. I mean, this is the same guy who openly cried in the middle of Ms. Dromgoole’s 6th grade English class watched Old Yeller because “the dog didn’t do anything wrong.” He cried whenever he saw a dead animal on the side of the road. But on he went; about the Upside Down, about how some supernatural being had him framed for murdered, about how he and a bunch of your friends went full Rambo on a bunch of monsters, and how he gave his life to make sure Dustin and the others got out alive…or at least what he thought he did.

                                           “All I remember is telling Henderson that I loved him and everything went black…” Eddie went on, he moved from the bed to vintage Fitz James throne chair on the other side of the room. “But the next thing I knew I was awake again! But it wasn’t, like, ‘Oh hey I just woke up from a nap’ or how it’s done in the movies. It was like someone stabbed me in the gut with a hot poker. ” Eddie lifted his shirt to show you the scars on his body.

                                           “Oh my god, Eddie…” you whispered. It looked like someone poured molten lava on his body, while whipping him at the same time.

Eddie pulled his shirt down and continued on. He told you how he escaped the Upside Down and his theories of how he came back from the dead. You did your best to listen, but all you could think was how scared Eddie must have been. Even now the look in his eyes told you he was still not over what happened. Not that would even make sense to just move on after something as terrifying as being eaten alive by demon bats in another dimension.

                                           “But yeah,” he sighs “Our theories so far are that the Bats had some kind of venom in them that turned me into a monster, or that Vecna brought me back and wanted to use me like some sick puppet” Eddie clenched his fists as he looked out the window “I saw what he did to Chrissy…and I don’t want to think about what he has planned for me.”

                                           “He’s probably too badly hurt to even try using you,” you said trying to give some hope to Eddie, but he stood up and faced away from you.

                               “It doesn’t matter if he can use me or not! My life is over!” he yelled angrily “Vecna won and I…we lost.” Eddie turns back to look at you “Even if he didn’t have a ‘plan’ for me the wrinkly bastard has taken everything from me! He got the last laugh by turning me into a fucking monster!” “You’re not a monster Eddie!” you say “You’re still the same Eddie I’ve known since grade school.”

                                           “Stop it! Stop lying y/n!” he screams back at you “I am a monster! The only reason why I’m even able to be around people is because of those damn bottles.”

                                           “You mean…you haven’t bitten anyone?” you ask.

                                           Eddie looked at you in utter disgust over your question “Fuck no!” he stomps past you and picks out an empty glass bottle from the trash “You see this? Steve and Robin have been breaking into hospitals to get blood for me. Every single night they go out and dumpster dive for blood bags that haven’t been used or are gonna expire and fill these bottles for me so I can eat” he chucks the bottle back in the trash.

                                           “That’s…actually a really good idea. Albeit a dangerous one” you ramble on “But regular food doesn’t work?”

                                           “I can eat regular food still, but it doesn’t do anything for me.” He sits next to you on the bed “The again, the blood bags are barely keeping me going.”

                                           “Then why not just, I don’t know, just drink animal blood? There are plenty of farms that are use to coyotes going after their flocks.”

                                           “I may be a monster, but I’m not that kind of monster y/l/n,” Eddie says with a bitter laugh.

                                           “Will you stop calling yourself that, Eddie? You’re not a monster!” you scold him.

                                           Eddie puts his hands on your shoulders “Look at me, Y/n! Open your fucking eyes!” He shakes you a little “I’m a fucking monster – a god damn, blood-sucking monster! My entire means of survival now involves hurting people!” He gets up and turns away from you “Wanna know what does that? Fucking monsters! I don’t want to hurt anyone, human or animal. But I’m so tired y/n…” Eddie hugs himself as his voice begins to quiver “I don’t want to hurt anyone.” His voice drops even further, almost to a whisper “I don’t want to hurt you, y/n. You might as well just leave and never talk to me again.”

In quick succession you threw your boots on the floor, got up, turned Eddie around, and slapped him across the face. The vampire was taken aback, he wanted to shout at you again but the tears failing from your eyes made him stop.

                                           “Edward James Munson you are a fucking idiot!” you screamed “I’ve been by your side supporting you through everything! When you disappeared, I set up search parties to look for you. When Carver and everyone else in town were sharpening their pitchforks I was out there defending your stupid fucking ass!  I got my ass beat because I had the audacity to side with a ‘murderous freak!’ I did this willingly for all six months you’ve been gone! Even when everyone else started to question you innocence, even when Faye started to question it, I kept going. I cried myself to sleep almost every night for the first month…because all I could think about was how scared you were – out there in the woods.”

                                           You clung to Eddie’s arms as sobs wracked your body “You wanna know why?” You looked up and held Eddie’s face in your hands, making him look into your eyes “Because you – Eddie Munson – are not a killer, you’re not a monster. You are the sweetest, funniest, most amazing guy I’ve ever known.”

                                           “Y/n…” Eddie whispered as his hands slipped up your back. Tears welled in his eyes.

                                           “My life would be so fucking boring without you in it Eddie” you say, cutting him off “And now that your back…now that you’re here…” you look up at him with softest expression as more tears stained your cheeks “I’m not going to let you go through this alone.” Your grip on Eddie’s shirt tightened “I’ll never let you go another day…not knowing how much I love you.”

                                           You felt his body freeze against you as soon as those last three words left your mouth. “H-How long have…how long?” Eddie asked. He was at a total loss for words.

                                           “Since Third Grade, when you jumped the fence to get my book back,” you say as you hid your blushing face from him.

                                           “It was Salem’s Lot…I remember because you were struggling to dry the pages,” Eddie laughed “I snuck out of detention to get you one of the wood shop’s heat guns and helped you dry it.” You felt Eddie rest his chin on the top of your head “You kept apologizing and wanted me to ice my hand…even when you were flustered you were just so beautiful.”

Your breath hitched in your throat.

                                           Did Eddie just…?

You felt one of Eddie’s calloused hands tilt your head up to have your lips meet his. His lips managed to be softer than you could have ever imagined. His other hand circled your waist and pulled you in closer, your arms snaked their way up to circle Eddie’s neck. It was the kind of kiss that left you feeling like the room was spinning. It was so gentle, deep, but full of passion. You wanted to go deeper, but you forgot that air was a thing and pulled away.

                                           “Wow…that was…wow” Eddie stepped back from you and laced his fingers behind his head, a massive grin on his face “Holy shit! I didn’t think I had it in me.” God he was so fucking cute!

                                           “I guess the whole ‘vampires hypnotizing their prey’ thing won’t be necessary, huh?” you asked with a giggle.

                                           “Damn,” Eddie swayed his body back over to you; still a little kiss drunk “I thought for sure I did do a little somethin’-somethin’ during my set.” You saw him trip over himself and drop to his knees “Whoops!”

                                           “Eddie!” you knelt down in front of him “Are you okay?”

                                           “Yeah I’m good” Eddie took a big breathe and let out a laugh “When I don’t have anything to eat I turn into the worlds worst anemic.”

                                           “Food eat or blood eat?” you ask as you brush Eddie’s hair back “Wait, that’s a dumb question” you pop back on your feet and start looking around the room for anything that could possibly help your newfound lover “Stay there babe, where do you usually keep the blood bags Steve gets you?” Food eat? Blood eat? Jesus fuck y/n you sounded so stupid just now!

                                           You never really got to take a look at the room, but now that you had a chance you could see why Eddie wanted to stay here. The walls were painted black with gold decorative plaques around the baseboards and dark brown hardwood flooring; the room was filled with repurposed vintage furniture either in black or oxblood.  A large furry throw rug was placed in front of the roaring, mahogany fireplace. You were pretty sure you saw a picture of Burt Reynolds posing nude on one of these rugs in a magazine once. The walls were decorated with old paintings, taxidermy skulls, and old oil lamps. Another massive crystal chandelier and coffered ceiling hung above you. The massive windows overlooked the city, and a few of them still had stained glass in them. However, none of this stood up to the bed. It was a four-post, California king with Victorian drapery, yet again made of solid mahogany. The drapery was a deep crimson with ornate gold detailing; the bedding was black silk and decorated with few fur blankets and a mountain of pillows. Whether the furs were real or not, you couldn’t tell. It was dark, vampy, and almost too excessive – perfect for a rock star or a vampire.

                                           “Yeeeeeah about that” Eddie spoke up, a little worried and embarrassed. He stays seated on the hardwood floors, swinging his body to face you “Steve-O and I gravely underestimated how much blood I would go through after doing a two hour set.”

                                           “You meant to tell me you don’t have any blood bags or bottles?” you asked bluntly.

                                           “Yeeeeeah,” Eddie says meekly.

                                           “Eddie what the fuck?” you groan and chuck an empty baggie at him. It misses its intended target and flops to the ground.

                                           Eddie put his hands up to protect himself “I’m sorry, okay?! I didn’t realize how hungry I was gonna be. This was my first time performing since becoming a ‘Creature of the Night’” Eddie waved his hands around like a spooky ghost, which made you laugh. “But that’s why I ran off and locked you out of my room.” Eddie slowly got back up to his feet and leaned against the bed. “I know how I get when I don’t drink blood for too long, I turn into a dried up sponge and loose my grip on reality” he rubbed his face, brows furrowed, trying to pull himself together “I didn’t want to crack and end up hurting you.”

                                           You felt you heart swell as Eddie continued to ramble on. He ran off to keep you safe. As if you couldn’t love this man more than you have been. Suddenly an idea comes to you, but you’re not sure how Eddie would feel about it. You took a few tentative steps towards him, fidgeting with one of your necklaces.

                                           “It didn’t help that you smell so damn good, y/n. Like the sugar cookies Faye’s Grandma makes. All sweet and warm and shit! And you know how much I fucking love her cookies!” He let out a frustrated moan and threw himself back onto the bed “And now you’re in here with me, I’m starving and all our feelings are out in the open and…” Eddie kept rambling on.

                                           “I have an idea…” your voice matching the butterflies in your stomach “You could just…erm…”

                                           Eddie looked up at you a little perplexed “I could just…what?” He holds your hands in his “Speak up, babygirl”

                                           “Fuck…” He just had to pick the one pet name that turned your legs into Jell-O. You took a deep breath to calm your nerves and the next few words tumbled out of you at once “You could eat me…”

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Like Pieces of a Puzzle

Chapter 1

Summary: What if Harry wasn't the only extra student called upon to participate in the Triwizard Tournament? Far from the most popular candidate, Draco not only has to take on the trials but also deal with his unexpected feelings for Hermione. Will he be able to face the challenges as well as follow his heart?

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The thrashing of wind and pelting of rain against the window died down as the train made its way to Hogwarts. An aspect of which went unnoticed while Hermione kept her brown eyes glued to The Standard Book of Spells, Grade 4, trying very hard to focus on the words before her.

It wasn’t Harry and Ron’s near obsessive talk of Quidditch preventing her mind from staying on the page. Rather, her thoughts kept drifting to the World Cup, how the Dark Mark appeared in the sky. A bright and vibrant green skull with a snake protruding from its mouth lingered above for all to bear witness.

However awfully constant as the scene plagued her, Hermione couldn’t help thinking back to when they ran into Draco while fleeing the chaos. He stood leaning against a tree, arms crossed in an almost relaxed manner, watching the mess unfold.

His calmness almost threw her. Screams of terror and trampling of feet and yet Draco Malfoy kept a composed disposition. Of course, he caught their attention while tossing a rude comment towards Ron – proving to be just as combative as the previous years.

The shadows of the surrounding foliage obscured much of his features, but one always recognized his bright blond hair and familiar sound of his voice. It deepened a bit, still keeping its boyish tenor.

She recalled a few expressed remarks of warning, saying something along the lines of how they should be hurrying along, insinuating the danger of her being spotted. It surprised her the most that he spoke directly to her, Draco insisting further by stating the fact of them being after Muggles.

Them as in those running about having a bit of fun levitating and scaring innocent people.

He made a joke about it, going on persistently. Far be it for Hermione to mistake his caution for care. It did confuse her though. Why bother saying anything at all?

“That book really can’t be that interesting, can it?” came Ron’s voice, bringing her back to the present. He went on as if she heard his previous statement. “You agree with me, don’t you?”

Hermione straightened her posture. “If it’s about Quidditch then I’m not getting in the middle of it.” She placed her reading material on the opposite side of Crookshanks, the ginger-colored cat curled up next to her.

“He’s still going on about Malfoy, actually,” Harry mentioned, indicating the compartment next to them.

Earlier Draco took it upon himself to come over and comment on the discussion he overheard. Bragging about knowing the big event happening this year. The information of which none of the trio knew.

He took great pleasure in gloating, insulting Ron’s father to top it off.

“You shouldn’t let him get to you, Ron.” Her persistence came with a shake of her head. “Besides, you know he’s doing it on purpose, trying to rile you up. Really, I don’t see the point. His time could certainly be better spent. But he’s just so…”

There were many words capable of leaving her lips. Some she wouldn’t dare utter in front of them. Complicated, for instance. Complex and almost disarmingly engaging. She held a fair number of scruples regarding the latter.

Her qualms seemed rightly placed. While Hermione knew a lot of ambiguity surround Draco, she inwardly yearned to know more about him. Except what was the point?

Things were never going to change between them. She might as well let it (and the picture she painted over the years during their small, yet impactful moments) slip away.

“He’s an annoying git,” Ron supplied, unaware of the reason behind her hesitation. Harry merely nodded along in agreement. Much like usual.

Hermione cleared her throat. “Yes well, if you’re finished reading the paper, Harry, can I see it?” She skimmed the first paragraph, the byline catching her attention. Rita Skeeter, what an excuse for a journalist. “Unbelievable. It’s been days and nothing new about the World Cup. Just more rubbish.”

“It’s not surprising.” Ron tugged at one side of the page to get a better look. “The Ministry can’t give away information they don’t have. Dad’s going to lose it when he reads what she wrote.”

“Your scar’s bothering you again, isn’t it?” Hermione questioned, glancing up to see Harry brushing his forehead. “You already contacted Sirius, maybe you should tell Dumbledore as well. About your dreams too. He’d want to know.”

“It might be nothing.” He shrugged, not overly keen on mulling it over again.

She sighed at his indifference. “Last time you were in pain, You-Know-Who was at our school, remember? He practically lived in Professor Quirrell similar to a parasite. It hurt then. Logically, there must be a reason. And not a good one.”

“You’re not exactly telling me anything new, Hermione. If Voldemort – Sorry, You-Know-Who,” Harry corrected after Ron’s interjection. “If he wants to come at me again, I’d like to see him try. He literally can’t touch me. I’ll be fine.”

Boys and their bravado. False confidence and for what purpose? She and Ron were there. Not during his discussion alongside Quirrell and Voldemort or Harry’s encounter with the sixteen-year-old version of himself placed inside the diary, but every step of the way beforehand.

Harry couldn’t admit his fear. Hermione, in contrast, held no reluctance confessing she was scared for him – worried something terrible might happen.

“He has a point.” Ron shoved his apprehension aside, feeling it yet able to keep it from his face. “For once I’d like to have a normal school year. No three-headed dogs, no massive snakes petrifying students or people pretending to be pets.”

“Don’t forget giant spiders, loads of them,” Harry added matter-of-factly.

“I wish you’d both take this more seriously.” Her chastising received no more than a glance between the boys. “Honestly, the two of you should be a little more concerned. In any case, it’s about time to change into our robes. I’ll leave you to it.”

Hermione slid the compartment door open, letting Crookshanks stretch his legs as he jumped down to follow her into the walkway.

“She left in a bit of a huff, didn’t she? And what for?” Ron slouched in his seat, utterly confused by the fraction of vexation displayed. “Mental, that one, I'm telling you.”

“Yeah, sure,” Harry uttered, wondering if he should take her advice. Every time danger came his way, Ron and Hermione willingly took on every threat he faced, practically glued to his side. What if he lost one of them or anyone he cared for? Was he worth it?

Hermione intended on finding Ginny. The year age gap between them didn’t prevent them from becoming friends – in fact, she found a level of gratitude in having another girl to speak to, someone to talk to about the things Harry and Ron held no particular interest in.

While she enjoyed spending a good part of the summer at the Weasley’s, her companionship helped ease the days. Ginny’s brothers were a rambunctious bunch, no doubt, but Hermione suspected being the youngest and only sister caused her to feel left out every so often.

And while Ginny moved past the events of her first year, intent on leaving the memories behind her, Hermione became the one person she confided in while nightmares haunted her dreams. They were memories really, of all the things she did while under control.

Of course, she didn’t wish to worry her parents about the matter, so the girls held it between themselves and therefore establishing a deep layer of trust.

From afar, she saw Fred and George speaking to Ginny, smiles lingering on their faces, the twins undoubtedly showing her something Molly would probably disapprove of them bringing along. Another fake wand or some other new thing they snuck aboard.

In a way, she admired their family, all of them so warm and inviting. Hermione loved her parents, indisputably, but she grew up an only child and certainly ignored by most classmates prior to Hogwarts. It seemed as if her need to constantly raise her hand annoyed everyone, including the Muggle children. They all thought her a bit bothersome.

“Getting tired of hanging around with Potter and Weasley already?” Draco asked, catching her off-guard. “Not that I blame you. Being in their company is almost as bad as being in yours.”

Hermione whirled around, her lips pressing together. Already slightly cross, her reply came out hotly, returning the jab. “Because Crabbe and Goyle’s time is so well spent with you.”

He tilted his head in consideration. “I think I’m rather generous letting them stick around. They should consider themselves lucky.”

Everyone knew they weren’t the brightest pair and despite the mild harassment sent their way, because he really did push them around every so often, they chose to back him up. They nodded along whenever he complained, habitually agreeing, and provided company, for he’d otherwise be alone in most instances.

Slytherins did tend to flock around him, however, for better or worse.

Perhaps it was his gloating that irritated her the most, the way he took pleasure in making those around him feel almost worthless in comparison. She certainly endured a fair amount of his insults. Every time Hermione let herself contemplate the reasons behind the antagonistic side of him, Draco proved to be more disagreeable and therefore shattering any built-up inquisitiveness.

Before the usual back and forth of their comments could continue, he felt something brush along his legs, the fluffy animal’s purrs sounding loud enough to hear. Draco’s near inscrutable countenance faltered as a scowl overtook. “How about keeping your cat away from me?”

“Crookshanks,” Hermione chastised. While Sirius deemed him the most intelligent of his kind, he certainly picked the worst person to be affectionate towards.

Draco didn’t recoil or kick the animal aside. Truthfully, cats didn’t bother him. But Hermione didn’t have to shoo him away, the feline darted between them upon the sound of a cart proceeding down the walkway.

“Anything from the trolley, dears? Last time passing through.” The woman’s voice rose cheerfully, a smile attached regardless of Draco’s silence and Hermione’s soft-spoken refusal. “No? Then would you mind?”

A moment of hesitancy occurred before they shifted into his empty compartment to let her pass.

Hermione surely wasn’t the shy, reserved type, yet sweeping past Draco (even if only for a moment they stood closer than normal to one another) her cheeks flushed a light shade of pink. A tremble hit her resolve – a fracture forming along the foundation of every decision made to ignore him.

A steadying breath pacified her nerves.

Her gaze, while evading an anticipated glower, fell on a large discoloration stretched from his knuckles towards his arm. The bruise, once well hidden, held a prominent purple shade against his pale skin.

“What happened to your hand?” She didn’t mean to ask the question so forthright or at all really.

The concern woven in her tone came across unexpectedly. He chose a cutting response. “As if it’s any of your business, Granger.”

Did it ever get tiresome maintaining such a rigid, callous demeanor? She saw it more as a defense mechanism of sorts, often displayed and played out for his own benefit.

“Did your father do that to you?” Hermione asked, not dissuaded in the slightest by his obvious avoidance. Hermione remembered seeing Lucius jab him in the stomach by means of his cane. She suddenly wondered if the maltreatment happened often.

“Who do you think you are accusing my father of something like that?” He placed his palm on the door, unintentionally blocking her way out. “Always acting as if you know everything.”

Then he felt it – a sinking pressure hit his chest, causing every beat of his heart to pulsate with a ruthless intensity. He endured it for a moment last year, though thought nothing of it since. Now it decided to make itself known again. To his dread a fluttering sensation snaked into his stomach.

He absolutely refused to have feelings for Hermione Granger.

She was so far beneath him it was pitiful. Maybe her eyes still glowed, set ablaze like a compelling force of nature. Draco could probably also admit her features softened in a pretty fashion. Even her bushy, light brown hair framed her face differently, settling in a gentle wave, dipping past her shoulders.

But attraction? No, utterly out of the question.

His piercing blue-gray eyes hit her like ice, his signature sneer in place. Hermione cleared her throat. “You know, you make it increasingly difficult for anyone so show even a fraction of compassion. It’s almost as if you’re doing it on purpose.”

He bit back a laugh, able to find his voice again and it dripped equally in bitterness. “You’re joking, right? As if I want the concern of someone of your kind.”

Nose scrunched in annoyance; Hermione shook her head in disbelief. “I’ll never understand what makes you think you’re so much better than everyone else,” she pronounced. “Frankly, it’s a wonder you can stand at all without the weight of your ego dragging you down! If you have nothing else to say, how about letting me leave?”

Draco drew his arm back, narrowing his gaze. “Do me a favor and stay out of my way. I could definitely use less conversations with a Mudblood.”

“I’m sure that won’t be a problem,” she replied, cutting past him. “Even if you’re the one who seems to start them all.”

Draco settled back in his seat. What right did she have to say anything at all about his family?

Pansy came over merely to make a fuss about how irritating Hermione was, having caught the end of their confrontation, but no direct set of sentences. He hid his hand from sight, not in the mood to deal with her fawning over the injury, much like the time Buckbeak scratched his arm.

The gash bled quite profusely, and he may have encouraged anyone’s attention then, he felt no yearning for it now. Luckily, Pansy left on her own accord, heading in Blaise’s direction.

Relief hit immediately, no matter the length of his solitude, he took full advantage and allowed the sudden wave of emotions to dwindle. Hoping they remained absent upon their next encounter. There’d obviously be more regardless of their parting retorts.

He flexed his fingers, the pain pulsating.

A day prior to catching the train, Draco intended to make his way to his room to finish packing, only to pass by a door left slightly ajar. He didn’t intend to linger (he knew better than to listen in on conversations). Although upon hearing Narcissa say his name, curiosity caused his feet to stay in place.

He didn’t really know who his mother spoke to, regardless of being aware of them having company. Lucius told him to stay out of the way. Not in any particular want to disobey, he intended to do nothing less. Until that instance anyway.

The conversation turned towards Bertha Jorkins seconds upon him stopping, some woman from the Ministry who went missing, which quickly caused his interest to lessen. But he kept still in case the conversation drifted back towards him.

Draco shifted some, having moved his hand on the wall. He never heard the footsteps coming from behind. Next thing he knew an angry flare of pain erupted across his skin.

Cane raised; Lucius gave him a severe look. His warning rang in his ears. What did I say about eavesdropping, Draco?

On impulse, he apologized and hurried off.

Hermione guessed the culprit instantly, yet a denial came. Draco never overly scrutinized any of the scenarios. The soreness would eventually subside and besides, his father deserved the respect to be listened to.

Now, no thanks to her, the memory hit differently, less like a lesson.

Draco never found the right word to describe it as his attention altered after Crabbe and Goyle rejoined him. “Where have you two been?” They had an abundance of sweets, so he waved their mumbled answers away. “Oh, forget it.” His irritation rose, hating that he picked a seat so near to Harry, Ron and Hermione. “And close the damn door.”

He leaned back, taking in the lack of Hermione’s voice, glad it no longer weaved its way through the commotion, somehow ensnaring his attention amongst the myriad of students.

#dramione #hermione granger #draco malfoy #harry potter #the goblet of fire #i finally finished! #it took me forever to get the flow of the chapter to my liking XD #nice comments are always appreciated #sorry for any spelling or grammar mistakes

[meowstix]

RAT'S BIGASS LIST OF (TRUE AND CORRECT) BSB HEADCANONS

i've listed most of these before in previous posts but since i added onto that via reblog additions they aren't in the main tag. however, i want to make as many people look at these as possible, so i am making this absurdly long post compiling them.

kyojyu trans.

after the events of v-force, zeo went on to pretty much start a new life with a new identity. during this process they Also transed their gender (i'm not sure on the specifics of this one admittedly, but as you might have noticed i do hc zeo as using they/them pronouns that much i'm sure of)

speaking of post-season antics, brooklyn retired from beyblading after g-revolution and is now focusing on ornithology

speaking of which. points at brooklyn. autism

honestly. i think the entire main gang is also neurodivergent i'm not even exactly sure what but i refuse to believe they're neurotypical.

i think at some point i hit rei with my aro beam i'm not even sure why (i probably just wanted to hit Somebody with the beam) but he's aro now why not.

so those top euro bladers right. ralf, olivier, giancarlo, and johnny. them. they're in a polycule.

ok these last two are gonna be fucking stupid so bear with me here. first i joked about this one before but steve got hit by the down with cis bus before the start of g-rev and that's why he's in the hospital (kyojyu and zeo were on the bus obviously)

daitenji is divorced from zagart. he is also divorced from soichirou. maybe throw in volkov for good measure why not. every time this guy gets a divorce the other person goes on to commit atrocities this man is a fucking menace to society

you know how like with ghost stories sometimes it's like if you try to take a picture of the ghost the picture gets all messed up. it's like that with sacred beasts too, though the world tournaments probably have some way of getting around that.

it's also effectively random who can see sacred beasts! like there's Some factors i guess but there's no specific big one other than "if you have a sacred beast you can see them no matter what". but yeah this leads to.. a LOT of debate over whether they're real even outside of beyblading discussion. takao vs yuriy either settled this debate or made it even worse.

judy ABSOLUTELY knew what she was doing when sending genbu's bit to max. i don't know how she ended up with it but i wouldn't be shocked if it was through her work with the PPB and honestly i'm still kind of 🤨 about them so it's probably for the best this Literal God ended up with some preteen

i think during the bega arc while the main gang was figuring out how they'd handle all of that king and queen were probably getting into so much shit. like obviously the focus is more on these Former World Champions (and Current World Champion) but in the background there's also just these two other decently strong bladers who are completely unaffected by bega's monopoly on parts because they've never been getting parts legally in the first place AND YOU CAN'T REALLY TRY TO RUIN THEIR REPUTATION EITHER BECAUSE THEY JUST DO NOT GIVE A SHIT

kai, rei, and daichi all out here in the getting sensory overload gang. congrats daichi you’ve gotten 1 (one) headcanon.

boris and sergey sound like 4kids sword knight and blade knight. the thing is that who sounds like who constantly switches so at any given time one of them will be near incomprehensible and there’s no way of telling which. it’s not like they have much if any personality in the first place so i can make up stupid shit

kyojyu has pretty much become hiromi’s semi-reluctant partner in crime, except the crime is powerpoint presentations detailing the most well thought out but also utterly stupid (and illegal but like. this is the BBA team we’re talking about with their track record they’ll be fine) plans any of the other team members have seen in their life. atleast one of these either has already gone through or will be executed in the future

takao has also kickstarted some stupid shit albeit it’s generally more akin to #clayisoverparty if you've heard of that

i think bakuten shoot might be the first piece of media i’ve had a significant number of lgbt headcanons for. anyway mao is bi and emily is an aro lesbian.

after the events of g-rev the entire situation surrounding bega is just generally considered an absolute shitstorm. like we’re talking like community lore here if that makes sense. someone probably wrote an r/hobbydrama post about it well over a decade later.

you know how they mentioned that like thirty years prior to the events of the show zagart had stolen that one sacred beast rock and then they never explain what happened to it. that's how zeo like, Exists despite the question of "how the hell do you create a replica that perfect of a human being in two thousand fucking two". mf is basically held together by sealed away sacred beasts

this one i mostly thought of because i was looking through the manga version of the battle tower stuff. in the animeverse i feel like zagart and volkov possibly knew eachother at some point. quick note here whenever i think abt v-force i generally just. pretend psykick Isn't There. I Do Not See Them. since they're basically just a middleman but ANYWAY. honestly this idea is very funny to me because like you have these two guys trying to create artificial sacred beasts right? and Child Soldiers McWar Crimes over here is doing animal experimentation n shit, still fucked up of course but then over on the other hand. the guy who's trying to bring back his dead son ends up basically just straight up brainwashing people

another very much canon-contradictory v-force one, actually i know i was talking about this one a few days ago. anyway yeah kane, salima, and the other two guys had very much taken interest in zagart's research on sacred beasts! they looked up to this guy! and this motherfucker went "yeah i'll take advantage of these literal teenagers" can you TELL i like leaning into the concept of zagart just being an absolute shit person even if his motivation was sympathetic

DEDICATED KAI SECTION BECAUSE I THINK HE'S NEAT :3

he is ABSOLUTELY the kind of motherfucker to wear shorts in cold ass weather

also this guy knows hand to hand combat. probably beat up atleast one person during his time as a Whole Ass Gang Leader tbh

speaking of which i think that time period is probably where like. almost all of his experiences with social settings before the world tournament came from. also he probably got updogged around this time i think

so you know how i brought up the daitenji's divorce shenanigans? going by that kai really out here being the focus of the world's most batshit custody battle huh

kai was NOT having a good time with the whole celebrity (or atleast. in terms of whatever the scope for beyblading is) thing. you throw this very much traumatized teenager with a sketchy ass past into the spotlight it’s not gonna go well

i was just talkin abt this one earlier but he is gay and ace.

and of course. last but most.

#rat chat #beyblade #bakuten shoot beyblade #kai hiwatari #he's in this post trust me you just gotta follow me into my wine cellar. and by follow me into my wine cellar i mean click expand

[raw-lesbian-energy]

Temple Frogs

Summary: The Boonchuys take the Plantars to the Thai Temple.

Fandom: Amphibia (The Wild Soul AU)

Pairing: None

Features: Self-Insert Character

Word Count: 3,811

Warnings: None

[A/N: This one is shorter and a bit more split since Caroline’s appearances are at different times in the episode. She’s not present for the full story like in the previous one, so I only wrote the parts that changed with her addition.]

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The next day after the museum heist, Anne woke up to an exciting text from Dr. Jan. She had found out something about the pot, and the teen was ecstatic to head over and see what it was about.

So much so that she forgot what day it was.

As soon as she saw her parents loading the van, her excitement vanished. It was market day at the Thai Temple, and Mr. and Mrs. Boonchuy were insistent on all of them going. While the Plantars had no problem tagging along, Anne wanted nothing more than to run to the museum to meet Dr. Jan. That was how the teen’s deal with her mother was set; all she had to do was stay at the temple for one hour, and then she’d be free to go. It wasn’t ideal, but Anne didn’t have much of a choice.

But now, it was that exact deal that landed her on sample duty for her family’s restaurant stand.

“Well, looks like we have some time to kill.” She said to the Plantars, adjusting the ‘Thai Go’ hat on her head. “You three are free explore if you want; just be careful to keep those disguises-…” her words trailed as she looked up, realizing all three Plantars had run off to explore.

“…on.” She finished, her brow furrowing slightly in concern. “Okay, that might’ve been a mistake.”

“Eh, I’m sure they’ll be fine.”

Anne jumped at the sudden voice, almost dropping the platter as she turned to see who had spoken. Standing next to her was Caroline, dressed in her usual attire and her bag from the museum slung over her shoulder.

“Wha-? Caroline?” The teen blurted in confusion. “Since when do you come to the Thai Temple?”

“Oh, I’ve actually been coming for a few months now.” Caroline replied. “I like to attend the Muay Thai classes; helps me burn off some energy, y’know?” Anne blinked, still wearing a look of confusion before her expression softened.

“Yeah, my mom had signed me up for the same reason.” She said. “Kind of funny to hear you’re taking them, though. I never expected you to be into martial arts.”

“Well, things can change when you disappear for five months.” Caroline replied, gaining a lopsided smile. “Oh! Speaking of; have you come up with an excuse for where you’ve been? A few people have been telling me you’re back, and I wanna make sure we don’t get our stories crossed.”

“Tennis camp.” Anne told her. Caroline grinned, giving her a thumbs up.

“Sweet, thanks.” She said. “I gotta bounce, but just hit up the dojo if you need me, okay?” Anne hesitated for a moment, her eyes drifting to her pocket before she straightened up and nodded.

“Yup, will do!” She replied, smiling. Caroline returned her smile happily, adjusting her bag strap before turning and walking off. Anne watched her go, her smile changing into an expression of guilt before she shook her head. Her attention went back to her phone, and she pulled it out of her pocket to check the time.

“Hold on, Dr. Jan.” She said. “Just one hour and I’ll be there.”

——————

After about fifteen minutes, Anne’s patience for being on sample duty ran out. She needed to know what Dr. Jan had found, but she knew if her parents caught her, she’d be in a lot of trouble. Thankfully, she had been able to get another teen around her age to play decoy, allowing her to sneak off to fetch the Plantars.

Unfortunately, the Plantars had no plans on leaving.

As she searched the temple for her frog family, she found each member was more wrapped up in their activities than the last. Sprig was kicking butt at Sepak Takraw, Hop Pop danced his heart out in the Khon Dance theatre, and Polly was telling an entire class jokes and stories in fluent Thai. Anne felt some annoyance at first, but seeing how happy the Plantars were made her soften up pretty quick.

“It is sorta neat to see all three of them connecting to Thai culture like this.” She said to herself as she walked away from the Thai class. “I’ll just update them after- huh?” Anne’s words cut off as she passed by another open door, seeing a familiar flash of purple in the room. She stopped and backtracked to get a better look, finding Caroline in a sparring match with one of the other students.

The young woman was quick, moving at a speed much faster than the other student could keep up with. Anne watched as Caroline dodged a jab, ducking under their arm and landing a hard punch to their ribs. The student recoiled from the blow, allowing the young woman to straighten up and hit them with a mean uppercut. Anne winced at the sound of the impact, watching as the other student actually went flying and fell back first on the mat behind them.

“Yikes.” Anne thought aloud. She didn’t notice how loudly she had spoken, but just as the word left her mouth, Caroline straightened up and turned to face her.

“Anne!” She exclaimed, rushing over to meet her. “Hey, I didn’t see you there.”

“Given how you were kicking that guy’s butt, I can see why.” Anne replied with a joking tone. Caroline’s gaze fell behind her for a moment, a small chuckle escaping her lips.

“Yeah, but Mak can take it.” She replied. “Trust me, I’ve kicked them in the face before. They’ll be alright.” Anne glanced back into the dojo, seeing that Mak was already back on their feet and taking a swig from a water bottle.

“Anyways, what brings you here?” Caroline’s voice drew her attention back, and she turned to meet the woman’s eyes.

“Huh? Oh!” Anne’s tone gained a nervous edge as she realized what had been asked. “I was just passing by, uh…looking for the Plantars! Yep!” Caroline’s smile dropped, her expression showing she was unconvinced.

“Anne,” she started, “you know you’re a horrible liar, right?” Anne’s false smile dropped at her words, quickly being replaced with a scowl.

“Oh, like you’re any better!” She argued. Caroline raised an eyebrow at the teen, straightening herself up slightly.

“Yes, because clearly your parents know that I’m aware who the Plantars really are.” She replied sarcastically, soon switching to a more serious tone. “Now come on, what’s really going on? Is something up?” Anne hesitated as she tried to think of a response, but her train of thought derailed as the rattling of dishes and tupperware reached her ears and she noticed her mom walking up the temple steps. Her eyes widened and she quickly tried to duck behind Caroline, but despite her attempts, Mrs. Boonchuy had already spotted her.

“Anne?” She blurted. Caroline turned around at the voice, a pleasantly surprised look on her face.

“Oh, Mrs. B!” She said. Mrs. Boonchuy glanced at her with an expression that read ‘not the time’ and Caroline quickly shut up and stepped aside.

“You’re supposed to be at the stand.” Mrs. Boonchuy spoke, her attention turning to focus on Anne. The teen felt her body stiffen and her gaze shifted to the side.

“Ohh, why yes.” She managed, a nervous smile on her face. “You see-”

“You were sneaking out to visit your museum friend, weren’t you?” Mrs. Boonchuy interrupted, already calling her daughter’s bluff. Caroline’s eyes widened as she looked over at Anne.

“Wait, Dr. Jan?” She blurted. Anne shot a glare at the young woman, but found her mother was still staring her down and shifted her focus.

“Okay, you got me.” She admitted. Caroline’s expression quickly shifted to one of disappointment while Mrs. Boonchuy pinched the bridge of her nose in frustration.

“I don’t believe this.” She said, looking back up at her daughter. “You really couldn’t wait one hour?” Anne’s expression quickly turned angry and she let out a frustrated groan.

“Look, I already said hi to everyone.” She told her. “Now I have to get to the museum so I can get my inter-dimensional friends home. It’s super important!”

“So is this!” Mrs. Boonchuy retorted. “We owe so much to this community. Why do you think I’m returning all these dishes?”

“I don’t know.” Anne shrugged, still not convinced. “Cause you had a potluck party?”

“No!” Mrs. Boonchuy snapped. “Everyone here cooked us meals and took care of me and dad for all those months you were gone.” The statement made Anne’s eyes widen, and her expression changed to a look of guilt as she dropped her gaze.

“Oh.” She managed. “I…I had no idea. Wow, I feel like a jerk.” Mrs. Boonchuy’s expression softened and she put a hand on her daughter’s shoulder, drawing the teen’s attention back to her.

“They were worried about you.” She told her. “And us. The community ran our stall here and sent us the money. They even extended this kindness to another friend in need.” Mrs. Boonchuy turned her gaze to Caroline, prompting Anne to look at her as well.

“Wait, is that why you’re here?” Anne asked.

“Well, not entirely.” Caroline replied. She paused a moment, taking a breath and letting out a soft sigh.

“The Wu’s left the state a week after you three disappeared.” She explained. “Mr. Wu didn’t want to lose the job offer. I kept searching for any sign of you guys, but when nothing turned up…” her voice trailed off, and Mrs. Boonchuy moved to stand beside her in comfort. Caroline gave her a thankful smile, pausing for another breath before continuing.

“To make a long story short, I went to your parents for help.” She said. “Ended up showing up on a night when people from the temple were in to cook. When they learned about how the disappearance affected me, they suggested I come take Muay Thai classes to help. Been coming here twice a week ever since.” Anne glanced between Caroline and her mother with wide eyes, everything finally sinking in for her.

“That’s…really cool.” She managed at last. Mrs. Boonchuy smiled softly.

“It is pretty cool.” She replied. Before anything else could be said, a cluster of shadows passed above them and caused all three of them to look up. Large dragonfly-like drones swarmed over the temple, and Anne was quick to run under a roofed walkway to avoid them seeing her. Caroline and Mrs. Boonchuy were quick to follow, hearing the confused murmuring of other people around them as they noticed the bugs as well.

“What are those things?” Mrs. Boonchuy asked.

“Drones!” Anne exclaimed. “They must be from the-”

“From the school!” Caroline interrupted, catching both Anne and Mrs. Boonchuy by surprise. Caroline shot a look at Anne, which made her realize that she had almost slipped up.

“Uh, yeah!” Anne played along. “They got them upgraded to, uh, get better photos! It’s probably the blog people wanting more pictures of me.” Mrs. Boonchuy was still confused by the whole ordeal, prompting Anne to take her arm and pull her into a side room in the temple.

“Just tell everyone they have to take cover.” She told her mom. “I’ve got this.”

“Don’t forget me!” Caroline reminded her. The two made brief eye contact, sharing the same look of determination as they vaulted the railing and landed in the main courtyard. As soon as the two were visible, one of the drones shot a blast at them, barely missing Anne and blowing up a bench instead. The sound of the blast was loud enough to catch several people’s attentions, including the Plantars, who quickly ditched their activities to see what was going on.

“We heard a blast!” Sprig exclaimed. “What’s going on?”

“Looks like the robot sent some scouts after us.” Anne replied. “We have to protect the temple and everyone in it.”

“Right!” The Plantars agreed in unison, prepping themselves to fight.

“We’re right behind you!” A voice piped up, and all five looked up to see Mrs. Boonchuy standing by the railing with a few other people. There were several others as well, though they had spread out across the temple to rally more people.

“Mom!” Anne cried. “I told you to tell everyone to take cover!”

“This is our temple and our community.” Mrs. Boonchuy told her. “When one of us is under threat, we all are.”

“Yeah!” An elderly woman shouted, stepping up next to Mrs. Boonchuy and shaking a fist. “Begone, St. James Middle School paparazzi!” A chorus of cheers and shouts accompanied the woman, and soon enough, a group had gathered alongside Anne, Caroline, and the Plantars. The drones remained still for a moment before they suddenly scattered, firing off blasts at whatever they could hit around the temple. Polly was the first to move in retaliation, noticing a megaphone left on one of the market stalls and snatching it.

“Alright, everyone!” She called through it, grabbing a streetlamp for extra height. “CHARGE!” The people were quick to react, grabbing various foods and cooking items to throw at the attacking drones. Hop Pop ran over to join the Khan dancers, and one of them was quick to pick him up and stand him on his arm, allowing the old frog to leap into the air. In one movement, he took his dance mask off and swung, hitting one of the drones clean in the head and sending it crashing to the ground. Caroline was quick to jump the now destroyed bot, wielding a broom like a spear and chasing one of the drones through the marketplace.

“Hey Caroline!” A voice cried, drawing her attention. There, her Muay Thai teacher stood with her actual double-ended spear, which she grinned excitedly at the sight of. Without saying a word, the teacher tossed the spear, and Caroline leapt up to snag it midair. Seizing it with both hands, she landed on a food display, ricocheted off of it and cleanly sliced the drone in half. The pieces hit the ground beside her as she landed, and she twirled her spear with a gleeful grin.

“Whoo! Now that’s more like it!” She cried.

“Heads up!” A voice suddenly shouted, and Caroline ducked as a ball went rocketing over her head. It was quickly followed by one of the Sepak Takraw players, who waved at the young woman as she passed her. The ball ended up being caught by a second player, who volleyed it with his chest and kicked it again. Sprig was the one to intercept it this time, and with a strong head-butt, the ball went flying and smacked right into another drone that had been heading their way.

“It’s good!” One of the players shouted, the other one cheering along with her. Their victory was cut short, however, as a food tray suddenly flew by them both, having been thrown like a frisbee by Anne. She had managed to grab another one in record time, and was quickly smacking down any drones that came near her.

“Sample this!” She shouted, slamming the tray into another drone. Its’ head broke from the impact, causing it to fall limply to the ground at her feet. She didn’t bother to check on it, instead rushing off to find another drone to smash.

“Alright, you evil bot-bugs!” Mr. Boonchuy called, grabbing a tray as well. “Sample this, too!” He threw the tray at one of the drones, but it wound up going over it instead of hitting it. The drone quickly locked its’ eyes on Mr. Boonchuy and dove, ready to blast him to bits.

“Anne’s dad!” Sprig cried in panic. Polly was quick to notice what was going on, getting an idea and jumping from the street lamp.

“Sprig! Kick me!” She yelled. Sprig reeled around just in time to see his sister falling, and not having any better ideas, he leapt up and kicked Polly with all he had. The small pollywog went rocketing at the drone, colliding with it hard enough that her disguise flew off. The bot went careening out of the way and crashed, exploding as it hit the ground. A silence followed shortly after, and Anne and the Plantars soon realized that all the drones had been destroyed. They jumped and cheered in excitement and relief, but it wound up being short-lived as Anne noticed something else.

“Guys!” She exclaimed. “Your disguises! They’ve fallen off!” A second later, the sound of shocked murmuring reached the teen’s ears, and she turned around to see a crowd had gathered and were staring at the Plantars warily.

“Uh, everyone, I-I can explain!” Anne tried, her voice wavering.

“No no no no.” One of her aunts suddenly spoke up, walking over and putting a hand on her shoulder. “No need to know. If they’re your friends…”

“Then they’re our friends, too.” Another woman chimed in.

“No matter how ugly they are.” A third woman added. Small amounts of laughter followed her words, but the Plantars kept stoic expressions.

“Ouch.” Hop Pop said.

“It’s funny, but it still stings.” Sprig added.

“They’re talking about you two.” Polly told them. Despite the comments, Anne kept her gaze on the people, a grateful smile donning her face.

“Wow, thanks you guys.” She said. “I don’t even know what to say.” Caroline soon walked over to the group alongside Mr. and Mrs. Boonchuy, and she had a look of shock on her face.

“Wait,” she spoke up, her tone matching her expression, “so this whole time, you guys have been anthropomorphic frogs?” The Plantars looked at her in confusion, but Mrs. Boonchuy merely folded her arms.

“Alright, spill.” She said. “How long have you known?”

“Since the grocery store.” Caroline blurted. Anne couldn’t help but laugh, but the Plantars were still somewhat confused. Mrs. Boonchuy simply shook her head, but there was a fond smile on her face.

Once all the commotion had settled, everyone quickly focused on cleaning up the mess that the drones had caused. Caroline had insisted on paying to fix any major damages, which led to a small argument, but the young woman ultimately got her way and covered it. Anne had grabbed a broom and started sweeping, and the Plantars assisted by gathering scrap parts from the drones and throwing them out. Mrs. Boonchuy helped alongside them, though she ended up looking over one of the drone heads with curiosity.

“Man, middle school equipment is really advanced these days.” She commented. Anne briefly froze for a moment, but her mother simply tossed the head out without a second thought.

“Well, hour’s up.” She said, turning her gaze to her daughter. “You’re probably itching to get out of here.” Anne hesitated on her words and looked over at the Plantars, who were back to socializing with the people of the temple. The sight of it brought a warmth to her chest, a smile donning her face.

“I…I think I’d like to stay a bit longer.” She replied at last. Mrs. Boonchuy raised an eyebrow, her expression changing to a knowing smile.

“I thought you had more important things to do.” She said, placing her hands on her hips.

“Mom!” Anne exclaimed, laughing slightly. Mrs. Boonchuy raised her arms in mock surrender.

“Just kidding, just kidding.” She said. Shortly after she spoke, however, a car horn beeped and drew both of their attentions to the parking lot. A real truck with the museum’s logo on the side had pulled in, and Dr. Jan was in the driver’s seat with an excited look on her face.

“Dr. Jan?” Anne said in confusion, putting the broom aside. Dr. Jan leaned out the window, her excitement only growing.

“Sorry guys, this couldn’t wait!” She chirped. “It’s just too dang exciting!” Without waiting for a response, she quickly climbed out of the car, and Anne signalled to the Plantars that they were needed. Caroline had overheard the commotion as well, and seeing Dr. Jan, she quickly ran over to join the group. The curator led all five of them over to the shade of a large tree, where she pulled out the pot and a small blacklight to reveal a secret message written in invisible ink. Gasps of shock and awe came from the group, but none of them knew what to say.

“It’s written in some kind of ancient language.” Dr. Jan said. “If only we could read it.”

“Wait.” Anne piped up, pulling a small journal from her pocket. “According to Marcy’s notes, it says ‘seek the mother of olms, she will guide you to your destiny.’” Another chorus of gasps came from the group, but soon after, there was an awkward silence.

“That doing anything for anyone?” Anne asked.

“Not especially.” Sprig replied.

“No siree.” Hop Pop said. Polly merely blew a raspberry in response.

“Say, Anne,” Caroline spoke up, “you said those were Marcy’s notes?” Anne nodded, seeing Caroline’s gaze focus on the book in her hands.

“Do…do you think I could borrow it?” She asked. Anne glanced down at the journal momentarily, a small smile making its’ way onto her face.

“Yeah, I don’t see why not.” She replied, handing the book over. Caroline took it with careful hands, staring at the cover with shining eyes.

“Thanks, kiddo.” She said, turning her gaze to the teen. “I promise I’ll keep it safe. As for the inscription, though, I got nothing. If I had to guess, it might have to do with something in Amphibia.”

“That does make sense.” Dr. Jan agreed. “Well, we’ll just have to mark it as another mystery yet to be solved!”

“Guess so.” Anne replied. “Until then, all we can do is keep trying to find a way back.”

“Yep.” Caroline agreed. “But, before that, I’m gonna grab the last of your mom’s chicken satay!” Without waiting for a response, Caroline ran off, prompting some uproar from the Plantars.

“Hey, I want some!” Sprig exclaimed, running after her.

“Me too!” Polly cried, jumping off of Hop Pop’s head to join the chase.

“Save a piece for me!” Hop Pop called, also running after Caroline. Anne rolled her eyes at their antics, glancing back at Dr. Jan.

“Did you want to come?” She offered.

“Oh, I have to get back to the museum, actually.” She replied. “But thanks for the offer! You kids enjoy your day now, you hear?” She waved goodbye as she headed back to the truck, and Anne returned it while watching her go. After Dr. Jan had left the lot, the teen headed back over to the stand, finding Caroline and the Plantars fighting over the last piece of chicken. She couldn’t help but smile fondly, sitting back and watching the chaos unfold. She knew they had a lot of work ahead of them, but that could wait. For now, time at the temple was more important.

#shy anon writes #amphibia #amphibia caroline #anne boonchuy #amphibia oc #amphibia self-insert #amphibia anne #sprig plantar #amphibia: the wild soul #amphibia polly #amphibia sprig #amphibia hop pop #hop pop plantar #mr boonchuy #mr and mrs boonchuy #mrs boonchuy #polly plantar

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To adapt, to survive, to live - ch 8

Silco x Freader

Tags; hurt, slightly angst, canon typical swearing;

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When I woke up it was dark outside. It was a night of a full moon, so gentle light came from the air hole of the top. Thank God, I was still alive. I was cold but alive. I barely managed to move my hand to the neck to try the wound. The towel was there held down by the tape. But as I moved my hand I got confused. According to what I remember, I only placed one piece of tape on the towel. Why did I feel three stripes of tape? When I glanced down, I also notice the cover over me. I did not have time to put it. Was I not alone?

“Thank God, you’re alive.”

I jerked to sit up but it hurt so much that I fell to lie down again.

“Whoa, don’t do that. You need to take it easy.”

I recognize that voice. It can’t be.

“Ekko?” I called him but my voice sounded horrible. As if I had flu and my throat was busted.

“I’m here. I’m here,” He soothed me as he came closer and finally into my view. “Oh boy, you look like shit.”

“You're alive,” I said with a raspy voice. “I… tried to… look for you.”

“Yeah, I have more hideouts than the ones I told you,” He said. “Luckily, one was close to here.”

“You came…” I tried to finish my sentence but it was hard to speak.

“I heard you. Maybe the whole Topside heard you too,” Ekko tried to joke. “When I came you were lying down trying to bandage your neck. You couldn’t move so I finished the bandaging.”

“Thank you,” I said.

“Its okay. Try to sleep again, you need to get better,” Ekko said.

“And you?” I asked.

“I… sleep somewhere too. There is enough room for a lot of people to sleep here,” Ekko said extending his hands around him. Instead, of answering, I pulled out one hand and tapped the spot next to me. It took a moment for Ekko to get it.

“Oh, you okay with it?” He asked.

“Just get in here, little guy,” I said. He quickly got to lie next to me facing away from me and I lifted the cover to warp him too. Then I warped my arms around his neck to a hug and let him rest his head on one of my arms.

“I'm glad you are alive,” I whispered to him.

“So am I,” He whispered back. And then we both fell asleep.

--

The next morning the light of the sun that shone through the air hole woke me up. This was one of the good sides of this place. There were almost no sunlight in the Lanes. If you weren’t deep enough to not see the sky, the smoke covered the tallest of the view. But not here. Maybe that was the reason this tree had grown so big.

“(Y/n), you’re awake,” Ekko called me. I rubbed my eyes and then my neck as I got up. I still felt sore but better than yesterday.

“Hi Ekko,” I sighed. “Give me a moment and I make breakfast.

“Uum….”

“You already ate my food rations,” I guessed.

“No…. Just half of it,” Ekko admitted.

“And by half you mean…?” I asked closing my eyes as the sleep still lingered in them.

“There's still one sandwich with ham, and three cookies,” Ekko said. I had packed three sandwiches and ten cookies. The boy was hungry alright.

“And the bottle?” I asked peaking at him.

“Full. I have my own water bottle with me,” Ekko said showing his small canister. “And don’t worry, I still have some juice in it from yesterday.”

I simply hummed to that and reached for my bottle to take a sip. Good thing I always pack extra food with me. Sadly, it wasn’t enough for the two of us.

“I guess I need to head back today if I wish to have breakfast tomorrow,” I said.

“Back? What do you mean ‘head back,’?” Ekko asked in shock. “You aren’t seriously going back to the Last Drop?”

“Ekko, I have to… For Ji….” I tried to explain but he cut me.

“That guy killed Benzo,” He almost shouted. “He killed Vander, Milo, Glaggor, Vi…” I didn’t want to correct him. It was Powder who killed them with those dangerous crystals. How am I going to explain this to him when has lost so much?

“What happened to Powder? She didn’t go there too?” Ekko asked.

“She switched her name to Jinx, and she is in the Last Drop,” I said.

“Then we have to help her,” Ekko said.

“She doesn’t need that kind of help,” I sighed. “She is treated well, she is more stable there, for now.”

“I don’t get it,” Ekko said. I have no choice but to say it.

“Ekko, did you see the explosion in the cannery?” I asked, he nodded with a grim expression. “Powder did that.”

“Shit.”

“Everything that didn’t make out that night died there,” I said.

“Why did she do it?” Ekko asked more to himself than me.

“Why?” I repeated the word in shock.

“Were they that desperate? Wait, then Silco might not have killed them all… Maybe they could have made it,” Ekko rambled on.

“What the hell do you mean ‘why?” I shouted at him. He flinched at the tone I used. I never raised my voice with any of the kids. “Why did she do it? Why did they all go up to rob a Pilty house full of explosives? Why did you send them there? Why are you guys always trying to get in trouble?” As I spoke, I grabbed his arm in a tight grip and shook him. His eyes got wide and had an evident look of fear. For he saw a greenish glow in my eyes that was everything else but natural. “If all of you wouldn’t have gone up then maybe no one would have died.”

The pain in my neck made me groan and let go of Ekko. He quickly flinched away from me as I pressed my both hands over the wound. I bent over and panted till the pain faded, and also my mind cleared.

“I'm sorry,” I apologize without looking up. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“Is it… that freaky ritual you did before?” Ekko asked carefully.

“Probably,” I said. “You know about it?”

“Two years ago, when I had begun to work with Benzo, Vander came to talk with him. I heard, … I was in the next room and I heard everything,” Ekko said. “You had hurt yourself, very badly, and… you were sick. Vander said that you did it to yourself on purpose. That it was some kind of ritual.”

“It is,” I said.

“Ritual for what?” Ekko asked. I moved my hair from back to front so my back was exposed. I had slept the whole night with a backless tank top, so Ekko had no trouble seeing the weird marking on my back.

“Did someone beat your back?” He asked.

“No, this is the result of those rituals, and it’s still not finished,” I said.

“A huge ass-shit bruise on your back?” Ekko asked. I really hated how easily kids curse these days. But I can only blame the environment for that. Vander did his best to avoid foul language, especially in my presence. That might have been one reason, why people thought we were close. Now, I just had to get used to it.

“When I do the last stage, there will be a signia on my back. What kind? That will depend on how well I kept my self-control,” I explained.

“What sort of signias are there?” Ekko asked.

“The only one I ever saw was of my mother’s. Ivy vines. But according to her, those were most lower of signias,” I explained.

“Is this signia the reason why you have to return?” Ekko asked.

“Partly. It is the reason I came here. But mostly because I have to look after Jinx,” I tried to explain.

“But what when you get the signia? What will you do then?” Ekko asked. That was a damm good question. What then? Will I stay in the Last Drop? Or will I leave with Jinx? Leave where?

“I don’t know yet,” I admitted. “I have to see how things progress. It will all depend on Jinx.”

Ekko didn’t say anything to that and gladly switched the topic. He told me how he had run away when the news of Vander's death spread all over the Lanes. He went to his hiding places that even I didn’t know and had time to time snuck to Lanes to get food. He had managed quite well for so long. I had to admit that I was impressed.

“Then yesterday, I heard your…. Uum,” Ekko said yet hesitated and wasn’t sure how say the next words politely.

“My screams of death,” I joked.

“Let's call it that, I came to see what it was and... The first thing I found is this,” He said motioning towards the huge tree. “I didn’t know there was a tree here.”

“I found this place when I was the same age as Vi,” I said. “Sam and I were wandering around the sewers and then we found this. He loved it and already had plans to build houses over the branches like treehouses.”

“Sam was your guardian, wasn’t he?” Ekko asked.

“Yes,” I said. “But his past as an Enforcer got him killed a week later.”

“Oh,” Ekko said, his look changed the moment I said ‘Enforcer’. “Why would an Enforcer come down to Undercity?”

“Because he didn’t approve of what the other Enforcers did to my mother,” I said.

“What did they…” Ekko was about to ask but the look I gave him told him enough. “Did it happen on the Topside?”

“Yup,” I said.

“Why?” Ekko asked.

“Because of this,” I said and pointed my back. “And one word. ‘Mage’.”

“Well, what you did here yesterday was not… normal,” Ekko said.

“My mother tried to raise me well, but just the fact that she had moving tattoos… was enough to label her as ‘unwanted-citizen',” I said.

“Moving tattoos? That sounds cool,” Ekko said.

“And next year you’ll see one on me,” I said. “Unless I’m killed before that. One other reason for me to go back. If Silco thinks I’m running he might hunt me down. Or worse, take it on Jinx.”

“I get it,” Ekko said though he still sounded sour about it. “So, what do you need? Besides some rest and clearly another bandaging.”

“I would say food to get my energy back but… you already ate half of it,” I said smiling.

“I know how to get more, if you want?” Ekko said.

I didn’t need to ask. Four hours later he brought more food. Bread, a piece of cheese, and a couple of leaves of lettuce that were still edible. With that, I made sandwiches for the two of us. We ate them and when we saw the light changing as the sun went down I began to pack my bag again.

“Are you okay to go like that?” Ekko asked .

“I get better once I get to Last Drop and bandage this better,” I said. “If I ask nicely then maybe Silco will give me a day off for tomorrow and the day after.”

Ekko didn’t say anything to that. It was clear he didn’t like when I mentioned Silco. I don’t blame him. Even I had some grudge against Silco. But then again I had a grudge against many people. From the Topside and Undercity. But Silco wasn’t my most hated person, so living under his roof was bearable. And most importantly, he got along with Jinx. Maybe most of all the people who now stayed at the Last Drop.

“So, you come here in a year?” Ekko asked as he helped me to get up from the ground.

“Yeah,” I said. “In the meantime, why don’t you look after this place.”

“Really?”

“Sure. Maybe some tent over there. A little cabin over there. If you somehow figure out how to make something else grow here, you would have no reason to go back to Lanes,” I said.

“Lanes are my home,” Ekko said with pride in his voice.

“Still this could become a nice hiding place,” I said. I could tell he liked the idea. I was mostly happy because I would at ease that Ekko would be safe. I may not see him as much but I knew he could make this place work. And that was all I needed to know.

Ekko walked with me for a long while till we came to the edge of population. People were going around, yet not enough to have prying eyes. There I knelt down gingerly and placed my hand over Ekko's shoulders.

“Stay safe and stay healthy,” I said to him.

“Always,” He assured me. “And… you stay safe too. I wait for you in a year.”

“Do that. And no matter what you hear, wait till I come there,” I said.

After that, we parted ways. I headed to the Last Drop, and Ekko went either back to the tree or to look for more food. As I got closer to the Last Drop, I began to feel tired again. I could really have a bowl of soup when I get there. But at this time the bar should be full and I was too tired to cook.

“(Y/n)?”

I turned in the direction where I heard my name and I saw Sevika walking in my direction. She was alone but judging by the sound of clicks, she must have been playing cards somewhere.

“Lucky night?” I asked and nodded at her belt where the noisy pouch hung. She got my hint quickly and chuckled at that.

“Yeah, you could say that,” She said. “I thought you were coming back tomorrow.”

“At worst case, yes,” I said. “If at best I would have come before the bar opened.”

“You look like shit,” She said. “Something happened to your neck?”

“Yes,” I said and tried to switch topics. “How is Jinx?”

“Why do you think I’m out?” Sevika scoffed.

“For fun and winnings,” I said again pointing to her pouch.

“Win or lose, I will rather be there than stand in the same room with that girl.” She said. “Always whining when you come back.”

“And now I’m back,” I said.

“Yeah, and don’t ever leave again,” She said. I rolled my eyes at her. I knew she had issues with Jinx but she didn’t hate the girl. They simply didn’t get along. We walked together to the Last Drop, when we both entered the bar she helped us through the crowd to the stairs. The faster she got me to Jinx the sooner I would be in charge of the girl. I found Jinx in Silco’s room. Silco had many papers neatly stacked on the table while Jinx had her papers scattered around the floor with little colorful doodles on them.

“(Y/n)!” Jinx shouted as she saw me and rushed to hug me.

“Hi, dear. Did you miss me?” I asked the girl.

“Yeah, a lot,” She said with a bit muffled voice as she buried her face in my upper stomach.

“Welcome back,” Silco said as he set down a paper he was reading and walked toward us.

“Thank you,” I said to him. “Though I’m back, could I ask for tomorrow and the day after off?”

For one moment, I worried that Silco would say no. But then I saw his eyes staring at my neck. There was no hiding that wound. But after two days I could make it disappear with makeup.

“Since you came back early, one extra day won’t matter anymore,” Silco sighed and turned back to his work.

“Thank you. May I… we leave?” I said and corrected as Jinx turned to look at me from her hug.

“Yes, you may,” Silco said and took in hand again the paper he was inspecting before. “And treat that injury.”

Jinx was very happy that I was back. She kept asking, what I did, where I was, and what kind of injury I had. I simply said that none of it mattered now that I was back. I practically fell to the bed and snuggled with Jinx. I kept the moment debating with myself if I should tell her about Ekko. But sleep took me over soon and I didn’t get a chance to tell her.

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Pleasure and Pain -Daemon Targaryen x Reader smut

Summary: Wanting to spend more time with Daemon he takes you to a place to distract yourself,a place that leaves you surprised and flustered. Wanting to run away Daemon stood you and makes his intentions clear.

(A/N: Warning! this is a spicy chapter🥵 if you don't like this..then don't continue if you know how the world of Game of Thrones is. Also if you want to read more you can search this book although this one shot can also be read without reading the previous chapters. Enjoy!)

I became extremely grateful that Ser Herwin didn't rat me off of warned the other guards that I was outside of the castle. Only the gods know what Viserys might've done if he were to find about this, not to mention Otto Hightower who's being a real ass pain these couple of years.

This is one of the few times I actually get to have fun and not worry about my duties at the castle. I was having a bit of fun hanging out with Daemon, though I still hadn't asked him where he was taking me.

"We're almost there." Daemon whispered close to me and shielded my eyes with his hands so I wouldn't know where we were headed to.

Carefully and continue to walk ahead as he instructed. I could hear the soft sounds of music being played throughout the place, slowly I felt my brother let go of me and I had decided to open my eyes.

My expression changed when I so many naked people around, he decided to bring me to a brothel.

"D-Daemon." I call to my brother for help when I see myself being surrounded by naked men and woman engaging in many sexual positions. I feel uncomfortable but curious at the same time since I have never experienced anything like that. Many thoughts begin to run through my head.

Why has Daemon decided to bring me here? His idea of fun is a lot different than mine.

I continued to stare down at the ground avoiding looking or touching anyone and trying to find the exit, to run away from this place and scold Daemon for bringing me here. But the sudden image in my head of Daemon realizing these acts got to me.

There's too many sinful thoughts running through my head. It's a good thing Rhaenyra didn't tag along with us then.

It's best if I leave. I started walking around fast looking for an exit until I felt a pull on my sleeve. Daemon made me follow him and I also realized he was no longer hiding himself, he did the same to me and pulled off my hood and cape.

She grabbed my hand again and silently I continue to follow him. We started walking further and deeper into the brothel, continue to hear the sound of women moaning in pleasure and the men grunting as well along with other obscene sounds.

"Why are we here?" I asked looking at him, hoping this would be one of his many jokes.

"It's where people come to take what they want. Fucking is a pleasure, you see. For a woman as if is the man." I heard my brother tell me. Walking around the place, not bothering him at all unlike me.

"(Y/N)." Daemon softly spoke grabbing my arm and he pulled me back to him, my back hitting his chest when I felt him breathe down against my neck. I could feel his hands touching my sides and felt something poking me from behind. Something.. it's him.

My heart felt like it was ready to burst out of my chest. "You're a virgin aren't you?" Daemon whispered in my ear and I froze when he said those specific words.

I blushed a deep red and glanced back to look up at him, Daemon smirked to himself and turned me around so I would look up at him. I felt him pushing me against a wall and holding onto my face, making me look at a few couples having sex without a care in the world.

"Wouldn't it feel nice for you to feel pleasure? Don't be afraid. I'll take good care of you my sweet, sister." I shivered at that.

The mention of those words I felt something off, a sensation in my lower stomach and further down. Daemon tilted my head straight so I would be looking into his deep violet eyes again.  

After so many years I finally have him back. I've just come to realize that he is the one man I've ever loved and have true feelings for. I don't care what anyone or Viserys would say.

Daemon rested his hand behind my neck when he saw that I wasn't running away. He stared down at me until he reached down to me and placed his lips on mine, I moaned through the kiss and continued to kiss him until he became rougher and began lower his kisses down to my neck.

"A marriage is a duty..Yes. But that doesn't stop us from doing what we want." Daemon grabbed my face and began to kiss my lips again looking down at me intently, "From fucking who we want."

Daemon continued to run his hands down my hair while I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled tight on his short hair making him grunt at my action.

I felt Daemon push me against the wall and felt his lips against my neck when I felt his hands begin to unbutton my blouse until it was all off, he pulled it from my shoulders leaving my top bare for him, I moaned softly when I felt his mouth against my breast, biting and sucking on my nipples until they hardened and he would play with the other one.

My panting continued and I felt extremely hot but embarrassed that we would be doing this at a public place. I tried to ignore the people around and actually thanked that we were at a darker spot where only a few people were pleasuring each other.

I can't believe this is actually happening. I would always refuse his ways and now we are here doing what I thought was forbidden for me, the touch of a man was something I never even bothered to acknowledge. I reached my hand down and began to palm him through his pants, I felt him moving his hips to my hand so I would continue palming him.

He grunted against my chest until stop kissing my chest and I felt him turning me around and making me lean my face against the wall. I firmly held onto the cold stone wall and felt a lot growing tighter inside of me when I felt Daemon hands on my ass and felt him pull down my pants a bit, he parted my legs and I felt his fingers rubbing me against my entrance.

I moaned out his name and continued to pant rapidly when I continued to feel him apply pressure, now slowly I felt his fingers slide inside of me along with his wet tongue now as well. I covered my mouth from a loud moan being sounded through the room. Daemon groaned against me and continued to eagerly continue with his pleasure.

I rested the side of my face against the wall and closed my eyes and continued to feel his fingers inside of me, he took his time opening me up and continued to thrust his fingers in and out with his thumb playing with my sensitive nub. I didn't feel myself holding on for so long, so he continued until I threw my head back, I felt my entire body collapse and felt something running down my thighs, my first orgasm.

Exhausted by it I rested my face back onto the wall and felt Daemon slide his fingers back, now grabbing onto my waist from behind.

I'm so tired and riled up, I still want more. I want to be the one to pleasure him instead.

I stood back up and faced him again now getting rid of my pants and boots, both of us began to kiss each other, with me tasting my own pleasure on his tongue. I reached both my hands down to his pants ready to pull him out of his restraints, until Daemon pulled my hands back so I wouldn't touch him.

He wants to be the dominant one then.

Daemon unbuckled himself and took his cock out and began to rub himself. Daemon gripped my throat a bit tight and without any word he stepped in closer and grabbed me below my thighs hoisting me up against the wall, I wrapped his arms tightly around him and we simply stared at each other.

So many years of denying my feelings for him and here we are now. So close and intimate.

Daemon and I were face to face now, with him holding me close to his chest and both panting heavily. Both of us staring at each other lovingly, listing for one another.

He held onto me tight so I would slip down, one hand was on my thighs and the other was on him

No words were spoken between us when I felt him against me, slowly his cock sliding through my folds making my mouth fall open and let out a loud moan only to be covered by Daemon's hand. He kept on looking at me, an expression I couldn't quite decipher.

Daemon gripped onto my leg and waist slowly beginning to thrust us against me again. A hot warm sensation was being built inside of me, something much more pleasurable than the last. "You f-feel so good." I moaned and closed my eyes when the pleasure was becoming too much to handle.

Now Daemon was settling on a rougher, much brutal pace making the pain I first had turn into immense pleasure. I wrapped my legs around his tighter digging my nails onto him close as I rested my head against on the crook of his neck as he continued to take me.

I hummed in satisfaction, moaned and cried at every rough movement he continued to make. I knew that with my sounds of pleasure he was getting off on it more so I would continue and place him as I lovingly would run my hands through his white hair.

"B-Brother..hmm!" I closed my eyes and began to kiss and bite his neck while I still gripped his white set of hair, I pulled onto it a bit so he would turn to look at me.

It felt so hot when he looked at me and continued to do quick hard thrusts into me. We stared at each other lovingly, admiring each other, I couldn't get enough of him, I leaned forward to kiss his lips again and feeling his tongue intertwine with mine.

I was so enamored with him that I didn't realize that there was a makeshift bed close to us. Daemon sat down on the bed and leaned down into the pillows with him still being inside of me, the position giving me more advantage and feeling him deeper inside of me.

Daemon groaned when I set off a fast pace and began to slid up and down from him, he held onto my hips tighter with his hips also giving in and thrusting back up into me. "D-Daemon." I moaned his name feeling it coming again.

Daemon quickly sat back up gripping my waist and making me kiss him again. I squeezed my eyes shut and moaned loudly when his movements became rougher but sloppier now until he stopped. I wrapped my arms around him tight and felt him come inside of me as he continued to hold me still.

I felt myself becoming flustered and blushed when slowly we sat back up and looked at each other. I was so tired but somehow I couldn't get enough of him, I wanted more, though this wasn't the exact scenario I imagined for me to lose my virginity.

We're done. Everything became much clearer it seems.

Daemon caught sight of my eyes looking at him with lust. Daemon instead quickly looked away from me and now seemed angry? Upset?

His entire expression had now changed. Without a word from him still, Daemon pulled me off of him, quickly buttoned up his pants and left.

I furrowed my eyebrows together now, not understanding what I did wrong. I felt tears beginning to fall down my face,  looked around noticed no one was around this area anymore.

Quickly I combed my hair back, stood up ignoring the pain and wetness between my legs and got myself as tidied up as I could and changed myself, now grabbing the cape again and pulling the hood back to hide my face.

I felt extremely heartbroken as I continued to walk past villagers and back to the passage way until I made it back, safe to my room. Realization began to hit me at what I did. I felt extremely dirty and would be too embarrassed to face him again.

Daemon and I just had sex. I am no longer a virgin. What will I do if someone were to find out about this?!

I began to silently cry as I made my way over to my soft bed and partly regretted ever giving in to Daemon. One question that runs through my head is, he was the one always chasing after me, making flirtatious comments, touching me suggestively for as long as I can remember. Why did he suddenly leave?

Was this all just part of his plan? If it is then I will never forgive him, he'll continue to be the same arrogant man as before.

I need a hot shower to get rid of everything so no one grows suspicious of me. What have I gotten myself into just now?

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