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mrsriddlenott · 7 months

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~ Caught VI ~

Mattheo Riddle x fem!Reader

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This is gonna be Christmas centered(gift giving and such)even though it’s almost Halloween😭🤷‍♀️thought it was cute.

I’m sorry if this is a bit long, I’m tryna get in some real plot with this chapter🤞🥰

Warnings: A Lil Angst(in the beginning), VeryFluffy,SweetSmut,Unprotected PinV, DaddyKink. Sex Toys Mentioned&Alludes to Bondage(future pt😉)

“Are you sure we’re allowed to be in here?” Mattheo asked in a hushed whisper as you pushed the heavy door of your manor’s library shut behind you both.

“I’m the only one who ever comes in here, they won’t even hear us talking all the way in the back.” You sighed out, the ball had just ended and your father had unsurprisingly pulled your mother into his study, likely to “brief” her on his plans.

“I know I should have told you ages ago and it was wrong of me to keep it from you….and all of our friends. But I just couldn’t, I couldn’t even form the words to tell you he was a Death Eater, let alone what he’s been planning since….he went into hiding.” Mattheo listened to your hushed words intently, wincing slightly at your mention of his father as you led him to a small leather loveseat in the far back corner of the large, dusty library.

“I knew I’d tell you eventually….I guess I just got so caught up in everything else that I never decided to try. Or maybe I was just too scared you’d never talk to me again. Honestly I don’t know.” You shook your head as you sat on the cold leather, Mattheo remained hovering, standing in front of you as you avoided his eyes.

“I had a half-brother, Will. He died before I was born in the First Wizarding War. My dad tried to run with his first wife, so his wife and son were killed. He married my mom for the money that marrying into my grandfather’s family promised, and then had me to make sure he got the inheritance.” You didn’t notice when you started crying or when Mattheo joined you on the seat to comfort you. The story was clear in your mind as though it happened to you, you grew up under your fathers hatred, and knew every small detail of his obsession.

Your father was one of very few people who knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that the Dark Lord did not die on Halloween of ‘81, and when he inevitably came back to power almost 3 years ago, it all was meant to fall into action. Your father played the dutiful follower as he weaseled his way into his inner circle. Your mother was to play the innocent housewife as she absorbed all information from the wives and husbands of the other Death Eaters. And you….you were to get their children to tell you anything they knew of their parents assignments. However, you threw a wrench in that plan before it even began, you’d never hurt your friends, and once you started dating Mattheo it was solidified.

And your father hated you for it.

It only took one year at Hogwarts for your love of your friends to overpower your love for your father. You fed him lies and misinformation or avoided home all together, but somehow could never come out and tell your friends why you introduced yourself to them in the first place. By the time you realized you should have, they were your new family, you couldn’t imagine them turning around and hating you just because of this mistake. So whether consciously or not you weren’t sure, but you hid it, for almost 6 years, you hid it. Even as your father approached his goal, even knowing all of their families would be caught in the crossfire when he succeeded.

“You don’t need to tell me it all tonight,” Mattheo whispered in a small voice nothing like his usual cocky tone. Your bloodshot eyes met his in a pleading look as you tried to speak.

“No I do, I….I should have told you years ago, I should have told all of you years ago.” Mattheo was a smart person, he’d already guessed what your role in this was, and considering him and his father were still very much alive, he also guessed you didn’t quite play the role you were given correctly. Despite the pit in his stomach about what he’s going to have to do to protect you, he was soaring over your loyalty. The fact that you were here in front of him, and not in your fathers study, had his heart hammering in his chest. If he hadn’t already planned to marry you, he certainly would have decided to right here.

“No Gorgeous, you really don’t….I think….I think I already know.” He sighed with a soft smile as he took your chin in his thumb and forefinger, turning you to look at him with your bloodshot, teary eyes. Mattheo delicately brought the thumb of his other hand to wipe your tears away, like you were a piece of art he was preserving. His lips followed suit, pampering light kisses down both your cheeks as he whisperered, “It’s okay y/n, I know and I’m still here, I’m always going to be here.”

Your body practically fell into him as you collapsed into sobs of gratitude and relief. Mattheo’s arms wrapped around you as though it was what they were made to do, pulling you into his lap as he settled into the loveseat further. He let you sob into his neck, brushing tangles from your hair with his fingers and speaking softly of your future together in your ear until you were silently breathing deeply and lightly snoring into him.

“You’re safe Baby, you’ll never have to come back here I promise you that.” Mattheo listened to your breathing deepen as you fell into a dreamless sleep in his arms, but continued to speak, “You’re the only part of this world that matters Darling,” He nuzzled his nose into your hair as his eyelids fell, content right here with you, “I will let it all burn just for you my beautiful Angel” He let out a deep sigh as though finally stripping himself of a great burden on his shoulders, “You’re all that matters to me,” His fingers curled into you hair deeper as his hand on your waist pulled your sleeping form in closer in a protective hold.

He stayed holding you for what felt like an eternity while so short at the same time before gently rising with you in his arms, carrying you bridal style as he maneuvered through the dusty bookshelves to the door. He found your room easily, he’d been there before as a child, you and the rest of the boys had spent practically all of Winter, Spring, and Summer Holiday your First Year there. He’d never understood why you’d never invited them again, but now he saw it clearly as a form of protection. Your father likely loved the idea of the sons of all of Voldemorts best followers, and his own son, coming around his manor with their guards down.

It was much different now, the large circular bed in front of the arched window was now covered in shades of red with black pillows instead of the purples he’d remembered from years ago. The vanity directly across the bed was new as well, it’s large mirror sparkled with the reflection of the stars behind the headboard of your bed as he placed you on it. He swore you looked like a princess, the color of your dress clashing with the bed only drawing his attention to you more while he retreated to remove your heels, struggling to unclip them before tossing them aside with a huff of annoyance.

You stirred slightly as he untied the strings on the back of your dress and began softly pulling it down. He wasn’t quite sure what to do with it so just draped it across a fuzzy chair in the corner with a shrug before ridding himself of his tie, suit jacket, and pants. He unbuttoned his shirt as he crawled slowly onto the bed behind you, trying his hardest to let you sleep while attempting to get his shirt on over your arms. You woke up only for a second, allowing him to slip you into his shirt as you voiced your annoyance in a few grumbled sentences before slipping back into your dreams, snuggling into his scent and giving him a warm feeling in his chest.

He found it easy to fall into a dreamless sleep, something he was never used to until you were a constant in his life. Under your blankets surrounded by your scent, he felt safe, he felt you were safe, he pulled you into his chest with a content sigh. He’d been waiting weeks to sleep beside you again, and he didn’t plan to be sleeping alone anytime soon.

The next morning Mattheo woke you with kisses to your neck and face, allowing you to adjust to the early morning light before ushering you to get dressed and ready to go. “We’re going back to Hogwarts….or anywhere you want…” Just not here, he thought, wanting more than anything to have you out of this house before your father even realized he planned to.

Repacking your trunk was much faster with Mattheo grabbing things and throwing them in before yanking it up and escorting you out of your own house. Before you recognized what was happening you were being Apparated to right outside the Hogwarts grounds and tugged through a tunnel you had no idea existed.

“Matty what is this?” The tunnel was cramped, barley enough space for the both of you as he guided you around as though he’d been there before.

“It’s a tunnel he made when he went here, not even Harry or the Weasleys know about it so we’ll be safe in here while we get back to the castle.” You didn’t need to ask who he meant by he and you definitely didn’t need to ask why he seemed to know it like the back of his hand.

“Oh” Your voice was small and meek as you started to realize he was keeping things from you too, you didn’t know whether to feel relieved that you weren’t the only one keeping secrets or worried about what he felt was too dangerous to inform you about. You knew he had unavoidable meetings with his father, you knew he had to do things to stay alive and you didn’t blame him, but it hurt you to think about the fact that you’d never really thought about what must be happening.

You’d seen his scars and fresh wounds every month, but he’d always say he had it under control and for some reason you always listened. A part if you wanted to know everything right then, while the other, much larger part, was wishing you’d run away with Mattheo when you had the chance.

After what felt like hours you emerged from behind a statue in a dimly lit corridor somewhere in the dungeons. Mattheo took your hand like it was second nature, allowing your trunk to float along behind him while escorting you to his dorm. The corridors were empty and cold, most of the remaining student body gone on holiday, the castle that used to bring comfort to generations of young witches and wizards, now held a lingering sense of danger, like something wrong was hiding just behind the corner.

And as you watched Mattheo’s focused eyes, clenched jaw, and possessive hand, you thought there just might be.

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Christmas at Hogwarts was always worth looking forward to, it gave even the most damaged of us a chance to let loose. But as you looked around the Slytherin Common room, realizing it was almost midnight on December 24th and not a single person seemed to care, you decided that just for the next 24 hours, there wasn’t a single thing wrong. You would tell everyone the truth on the 26th and everything would be okay. You were sure of it.

Even if it was just you and Mattheo, you were celebrating Christmas like you did every year. Huddled up in the boys dorm, drinking spiked hot chocolate, fighting over the best Christmas songs, and giving each other presents.

Mattheo wasn’t shocked to see you sauntering through his door with a bottle of firewhiskey and wrapped boxes as you had for the past 5 years. His heart sank slightly as he watched your eyes swivel around the un-decorated and empty dorm room.

“Wh-,” They had decorated their dorm room every year, at first it started with you bringing them little ornaments from a village by your manor your first Christmas together. By your second Christmas, Mattheo took it upon himself to buy a miniature Christmas tree. A memory you could never forget, a chilly December evening organizing only 5 ornaments along it. Arguing slightly all the way until Mattheo told the boys to just listen to you. It was one of the first moments you even realized you liked the curly headed boy.

From that year on, every member of the friend group was ensured to get at least one gift, a new ornament for the dorm tree. Which was still stuffed in it’s box under Mattheo’s nightstand. Mattheo followed your eyes to it and sighed, “I’m sorry Baby, I completely forgot to decorate this year and all the boys got an owl to come home so I did-“

“It’s okay Matty,” You gave him a soft smile as you set your bottle and packages on his bed and took your seat beside them.

“I’ll set it up now and we can decorate it together, Enzo and Blaise left some gifts behind so w-“ He stopped abruptly as you flopped backward further onto his bed with an exaggerated sigh.

“What a shame, all of your dorm mates gone and no way to be caught in the act, the horror,” You giggled slightly as your sarcasm began to settle in his mind and a smile tugged on his lip.

“Don’t act like you don’t absolutely love when we’re almost caught, I can feel how you clench around me Princess,” He stalked towards you as he leant himself against the bedposts at the end of the frame, eyeing the way you bit back a laugh and sat yourself up on your elbows.

“Okay Mr. “Scream My Name,” Your voice held an unusual mix of teasing and dominance that Mattheo wasn’t quite used to as you swayed your leg and watched while his tongue subconsciously wet his lips.

“Mmm, don’t tempt me Princess. I wanted to open presents first.” He faked a pout, watching your skirt slide up your moving thigh as your fingers moved to slowly unbutton your shirt.

“Am I not a present fit to be unwrapped Mr.Riddle?” You teased as you licked across you teeth and played at the second button on your shirt. Mattheo groaned from deep in his chest as his head fell backwards, his jaw clenched as he tried to collect himself.

“Baby, I have a plan and if you call me that again you’re gonna miss out. You don’t wanna miss out do you Gorgeous?” His eyes met yours, the dark spark you knew meant he was in control having you bite at your smile and shake your head, still slightly playing with the buttons on your shirt.

“Good girl, now come here,” Mattheo suddenly pushed off the bedposts and motioned for you to follow with a wiggle of two of his fingers.

“I thought I’d have to give these to you late but since you’re here,” Mattheo sighed happily as he pulled out a trunk from under his bed, “Sit on the edge….now.” You were slightly confused but after a second followed his orders, swaying your feet and waiting patiently as he unlocked the trunk with two loud clicks.

“Your first set,” You narrowed your eyes at him as he set two neatly wrapped black boxes beside you, both tied with a red bow. “First….set?” Mattheo only nodded his head with a happy little smile before urging you to open them with his outstretched hands. The first and smallest was expected, a delicate glass snowflake ornament hanging from a silver ribbon.

“Perfect, I can hang it on the tree when it’s set up,” You said happily as you gently set it back in it’s box, “Actually that’s gonna be the first to go on our tree.” Mattheo interjected, making you giggle up at him before realizing he was entirely serious.

“It may collect some dust while I find the perfect cottage for you,” He said with a wave of his hands, “but that’s the first place it’s going, nowhere else”

“Okay Matty, it’s decided,” You laughed as you grabbed at your, significantly less neat, golden wrapped package. Mattheo’s hand dramatically shot to his chest as his mouth dropped open, “For me?” he gasped sarcastically, ripping it from your hands as he opened it.

“Oh fuck Baby, is this the one we saw in Diagon Alley?” Mattheo’s voice was filled with excitement you rarely got to hear as he pulled out the thick silver ring with a snake tangled around the front. He haphazardly shoved it on each of his fingers before ultimately settling on his right pointer finger.

“How does it look Gorgeous?” He held up his pointer and middle finger, letting the others fall beside them as he watched you bite at your lip. “Can’t wait to find out what it’ll look like halfway inside of you…mm” He seemed to be in his own world as he eyed the ring, fitting perfectly with the other two he already wore on that hand, before shaking his head slightly, “Guess we’ll have to wait and see, your turn again.”

You shook your head, blinking rapidly with a shocked smile before reaching for the next box, his eyes lighting up to follow as though he’d just remembered what was hidden behind the wrapping paper. It was was longer and thinner than the last box, opening on a hinge to reveal a golden necklace with a heart shaped ruby dangling in the middle.

“Gods Matty….” You whispered, feeling across the necklace delicately with your fingertips. “It’s beautiful,”

“Can I put it on for you Princess?” Mattheo asked as he crawled on the bed around you, reaching for the necklace before you could answer. Clasping it quickly and leaving a kiss on the base of your neck, whispering with a confident smirk, “It has my initials carved in the middle of the heart.”

You chuckled as you felt at the pendent hanging between your collarbones, grabbing at the next package while Mattheo began kissing up and down the back of your neck, sending shivers down your spine as his breath fanned against your cold skin. You turned in his arms, handing him his hext gift with a smile. “And here’s your ornament,” Mattheo gasped as though he was offended, snatching the package mumbling, “Don’t ruin my surprise Baby,”

“I get you one every year, besides you don’t know what’s on it, now open it,” He huffed while ripping at the messily placed tape, halting slightly, staring down at a handmade ornament in the shape of a gingerbread house. A moving picture of you and him from almost two years ago sat where the door would have been, a picture that was taken only days after he realized he was madly in love with you, something he wasn’t sure you knew. Making it ten times better.

“I’ve changed my mind, your snowflake will be the second ornament on our tree.” His gaze met yours as a smile grew on his face, laughing while gently placing it into it’s box and leaning back to set it on his nightstand. “I wanna open my last one before you get more.”

Mattheo’s voice was stern and matter of factly, taking his last present from beside you as you nervously chewed the insides of your cheek. He wasted no time ripping into it, looking between you and the box as his brows bunched together, delicately pulling out a silk red tie, “Now, no offense Darling, but red isn’t really my color,”

“No….but it is mine.” Mattheo watched as you bit your lip before looking back at the box, realization settling in as he clutched the tie hard in his hand, closing his eyes as he groaned slightly.

“You know they say great minds think alike….” He spoke after a second of gathering himself, kissing your cheek before slipping off the bed and reaching back into the trunk, retreating with two larger wrapped boxes.

“This one first,” He all but shoved the box at you, watching you intently as he bounced in front of you. You slowly unwrapped the box, delicately removing each piece of tape as Mattheo narrowed his eyes at you threateningly. “I’m gonna open it myself if you don’t hurry up.”

“Okay okay” You giggled, tearing through the rest of the paper and throwing off the lid of a deep red box. Your breath caught in your throat as you stared down at its contents, a black blindfold neatly wrapped around a set of fuzzy handcuffs, a vibrator, and a collar on a chain. Your face burned as you looked up to a now very nervous Mattheo.

“Is it too much? Do you not like the idea? We can just move on to the next one if-“ He rambled as you looked up at him with a smile, reaching into the box as he spoke.

“Is this a remote Mattheo?” You asked teasingly, biting your lip at Mattheo’s sigh of relief from your demeanor. “Hell yeah it is Baby, that’s more for me though,” He was immediately back to his regular cocky self as he snatched the remote and slipped it into his pocket.

“Saved the best for last.” Mattheo sighed, handing you the largest of the four and watching you intently. He knew exactly which would he your favorite, and knew exactly which one to save for last. You smiled brightly up to him as you pulled out the red, loose weight thigh length dress from it’s box.

“Matty! I love it, thank you,” You practically screamed as you jumped up to hug him, laughing as he lifted you up by your waist. He chuckled in your ear, wrapping your legs around him, pulling you back to look at your face.

“Anything for you Gorgeous,” He said breathlessly as he smashed his lips into yours in a passionate kiss, stealing the breath from your lungs while his tongue began exploring your mouth immediately.

“Fucking hell I love you, you’re the best thing to ever happen to me ya know that,” He growled, kissing down your neck, nipping at it aggressively as he mindlessly cleared the bed of presents, papers, and boxes before laying you down softly and crawling up your body to meet your lips again. Mattheo quickly rid himself of his shirt, pulling at yours as you slid your skirt and panties off, Mattheo cursed as he jumped from the bed to shove his sweats and boxers off. Tripping over them in a rush to join you back on the bed, falling on you slightly as you fell into a fit of laughter.

“Yeah yeah whatever, come here,” He huffed, pulling your face in to an aggressive kiss. He nipped at your lips and battled your tongue with his, your teeth knocking together as you breathed heavily into each other’s mouths. His hands trailed slowly down your sides, stopping at your hips to tug you forward, plowing into without warning, a whine of a moan fell from you as Mattheo sighed and fell into you, holding himself up on his forearms as he began softly fucking into you.

Mattheo’s lips trailed along your shoulder, stoping only to moan as you circled your hips to his slow thrusts. Your fingers found themselves tangled his hair, tugging slightly as the others trailed down his toned back with a teasing scratch. He groaned in your ear, picking up his pace only slightly as he rocked his hips into yours. He lifted his head to meet your eyes as you clenched around him, steadying himself with a hand on your hip, increasing his pace further as he watched your head fall back with a moan of appreciation.

Mattheo felt himself twitch inside you as your nails dug into his back and tugged at his hair, he wasn’t gonna last long after not having you for weeks, but he wanted you to come first. He slowed himself down to an agonizingly slow pace as you whined under him, he balanced himself on a hand beside your head as he brushed his free hand from your hip down your thigh before suddenly bringing it to rush fast circles onto your clit. Picking up his pace and falling back into your neck, licking a stripe from the base of your neck to your ear, whisperering against it’s shell as you shivered, “You like that Princess? Do you like being fucked after I spoil you?”

All you could do to respond was nod weakly as he groaned against your bruised neck, “Do you like it when Daddy treats you like a Princess?” For a second Mattheo stalled, as though he didn’t mean to let the name slip, but quickly picked up his pace as you wiggled below him with a whine of “Yes”

He looked down at you with a wild, daring smile as his eyes darkened further, “Yes what?” He growled, thrusting into you harder as you tried to speak, jumbling your words as you began to lose focus.

“Daddy, ye- Oh fuck, Yes Dadd-“ Mattheo cut you off with a wicked smile as he ruthlessly pounded into you, you were shaking with the bed as his thrusts became irregular and his fingers slowed. Your head felt dizzy as you clamped around him, feeling his cum spill inside you sending you over the edge as you screamed his name.

You came together as Mattheo collapsed on top of you. “That’s much better than our past Christmas traditions,” You sighed in a breathless voice as Mattheo’s arms snaked around your naked waist, cuddling you into him while still inside.

“I love you, and I plan to spend every Christmas I have left with you,” Mattheo whispered in a suddenly very serious tone.

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Caught VII

I hope this Isn’t weird or anything because I absolutely love it🥰🥰

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eggcompany · 3 months

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Kids who were never children

Just a cute short fic were Dean and Cas get turned into 5-6 year olds and Sam and Bobby have to take care of them.

“Fuck!” Sam shouted as he scooped up the two piles of clothes, grabbing both little boys and as much of their clothes. The witch was gone in a spit of smoke, sticky substance absorbed into their skin, shrinking them down and aging them down.

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“They’re… 4?” Bobby asked as he watched the two little boys sleeping in the backseat floor of the impala. They were small… wobbly on their feet. All cozied up under Cas’s trench coat covered up by shirts that could fit three of them in each.

“Probably. Cas can’t talk and Dean… was he like this when he was actually this young?” Sam asked, wiping a hand over his face as he leaned against the car. Bobby was kinda… happy looking down at little Dean Winchester. He remembered why Dean was that little. Before he realized what it meant that they couldn’t go home… or that his mother was gone. When he was still giggly and sweet and like carnivals and cotton candy.

“Well… he’s got to be 4 or 5… he was like this right when your father started after yellow eyes.” Bobby supplied and started trying to think of what happened or what they were gonna wear or anything else. Sam blew out a breath… he was a big brother now… shit.

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“Hey Dean, how old are you?” Bobby asked as he finished taking Dean's temperature. Cas was useless, health wise, he was still an angel. The boy kicked his legs where they dangled off the edge of the box he was sitting on, some old wooden box of ammo that Bobby had been going through.

“Umm, I dunno. I can’t really count. You’re like a million years old like a like a dinosaur. And Sammy’s like… twelve, I think.” Dean said looking at Sam, he knew Sam but… didn’t know how.

“Why are you saying I’m old? That’s not very nice.” Bobby said and gave Dean a stern look which caused the boy to look shocked and confused.

“But… but you have grey hair I thought grey meant you’re old. I’m sorry.” Dean said and started to cry. Bottom lip starting to tremble, big green eyes welling up with crystal tears, chest starting to jump with quickened breath.

Bobby shushed him and patted his back.

“I understand that’s okay, that’s alright. I am old aren’t I Sam?” Bobby said and kept a steady patting on the boy’s back. Sam chuckled and nodded.

“Yeah totally, super old.” Sam said which made Bobby roll his eyes but Dean nodded.

“So it’s okay?” He asked and looked at the two grown ups. They nodded.

They have got to find a cure.

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Castiel was sitting on the floor, feet covered by way too big socks, an old tattered pillowcase caught in his hand. He’d found the thing somewhere, it was white and stained with gold embroidery on the edges. He always had it towed behind him. Bobby had said it was probably a hex bag or a motel’s when bags got lost. Castiel seemed to never wanna let go of it, always pressing it to his cheek or rubbing it lightly over his eyes. It was probably more than tears and snot than fabric, Cas was always crying. Always feeling too much all at once, frustrated and confused.

He was crying, thumb shoved in his mouth. Eyes welled up and dripping.

“Cas? What’s wrong man?” Sam asked and looked down at the kid. He was pretty cute. Eyes huge and glittery all pudgy and soft and fluffy. He was sitting with his legs straight out in front of him, back straight like a board, shirt hanging off him where it was safety pinned at the neck to keep it on him.

Sam was checking in on him, seeing if he had to go potty since Dean had already wet his… shirt? Whatever, Dean made a mess and Cas hadn’t been to the bathroom in over a day.

Castiel just mumbled and made uppy hands at Sam who sighed and bent down to pick him up on his hip.

“Sah…ah” the little raven haired boy tried and shoved his face in Sam’s shoulder.

He didn’t talk. Couldn’t.

Sam guessed it was because angels just knew how to talk and were never really babies, never had to learn. Dean talked fine but Cas just… babbled on like he knew he could make sound but didn’t know how to make words. He often just repeated sounds, bu bu bu, tuh tuh tuh, chuchuchu. He made sounds that were almost words, like he knew a word but couldn’t shape it.

“Yeah yeah babble babble. Aren’t you like a million years old? Are angels ever babies?” Sam asked and rubbed the kids back. Castiel sniffed and his breathing slowed down as he calmed down.

“Whoo-oo huh bububbubub” the kid said and wiped his face back and forth across Sam’s shirt getting tears and snot all over it. But that was the state of most of their clothes. Bobby usually had a sleepy Castiel over his shoulder and Sam often had to rock the kid to calm him down.

“That one I got. Dean’s out getting clothes with Bobby. Can you say Dean? Huh? Say Dean, Dee-ean” Sam said. Bububub or anything with bub in it was usually referring to Dean and bou or anything ‘ou’ was usually Sam or Bobby.

“Bububbub” he mumbled again and pulled at Sam’s shirt. He just toyed with it, a frustrated look starting to carve itself onto his chunky face.

“Alright, how about bubba? Huh say bubba?” Sam tried and walked to the kitchen. Honey on a spoon has been the only thing to calm the baby down. Honey or having all the TV’s and radios playing static loudly.

“Bub bub bubbubbubu bubba” Cas babbled and sat on the counter cross legged. He was a small kid, a few inches short than Dean and at least five pounds lighter. Probably clocking in at 36lbs and 41 inches tall. Dean was a bit bigger, even as a kiddo.

“Good job. No more crying, we'll see Dean in a few.” Sam said and handed the kid a little spoon with honey on it. He carried the kid back to the living room and stuck him in front of the TV and turned on a kids show, something about letters and sounds. He dug into some books trying to find anything that didn’t just say ‘wait it out’ .

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“Sammyyyyyyy, we’re hooooooome” Dean yelled as he pulled his little backpack behind him as it was filled with clothes and stuff. Bobby had called around a bit and had scavaged up enough clothes. And a few toys. And had gone and bought a few things. Dean had picked out most of it, making sure he got stuff that would make him look handsome and that would make Cas look ‘purdy’.

Sam walked through and patted Dean’s back as he hugged his legs. It was weird to be the oldest now. Weird to see Dean so giggily and light, there was still so much joy twinkling behind his eyes.

“Hey buddy” Sam said and watched his brother struggle to pull the heavy bag across the floor, refusing to ask for help like always.

“We got clothes and stuff and stuff for Cassy and and we got him a dolly. Well I found a teddy bear with clothes on it but Cas’ll like the dolly with the bear's clothes and then I can have the teddy bear.” Dean explained and pulled the bag to the library where Cas was usually sitting on the back of the couch watching.

Perching really. Sitting cross legged on the back of the couch. The cushion had started to sag from where he’d climb up and sit, look out the window.

“Cassy Cassy come here, I got clothes that’ll fit.” Dean said. He’d already changed into a pair of jeans and a little brown hoodie and a pair of dinosaur printed sneakers.

He started pulling out clothes, mostly jeans and flannel and hoodies and a few pairs of overalls and some nice button ups. He pulled out a few packs of socks and t-shirts and two packs of underwear.

He had made Bobby buy a pack of underwear for each of them, they couldn’t share. Dean had gotten a pack of soft briefs that had stripes on them, and Cas a pack of boxers with mountains and mooses and geese on them cause Cas liked animals.

Cas turned and looked at him, pillow case stuffed in his mouth a bit and slobbery. He looked interested, sliding down the cushion to sit on the actual seat.

“Yeah, here I’ll help, I’ll help Cassy put them on.” Dean said and looked at the grown ups who nodded and went to put away the snacks that Bobby had thought to get. Mostly cookies and snacks and juice boxes.

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“Ah, nuh” Cas yelled out and then there was a thud. Sam rushed into the library and Cas was dressed but Dean was pushed back onto his butt on the floor.

Cas had on a pair of black jeans that were too big, a white t-shirt and a soft tan zip up jacket. But there was a sock on the floor in front of him and one in Dean’s hand. Cas was crying, sniffling, hands searching for his pillowcase that was set to the side.

Sam was about to come in and ask if they were okay but Dean was up hugging Cas.

“It’s okay, Cassy, you don’t gotta wear socks. But you should ask papa to roll up your pants cause you’ll fall down.” Dean said and Cas nodded and Dean found a towel to wipe at Cas’s face. It was actually one of Sam’s flannels but he didn’t care, he just wanted Cassy to stop crying.

“I got you something too here move this stuff…” Dean said excitedly and dug out the rest of the clothes, throwing them onto the chair and sat down on the floor which Cas mirrored. There was a decent pile of clothes ranging from only a little big to would fit them in a decade.

Cas cocked his head to the side looking interested in what Dean was doing. The dirty blonde boy was digging in the big backpack and pulled out different toys.

“I got some cars and papa got us these cause they look super duper fun see you’ll like them” Dean said and pulled out the different cars and such and the box of magnet tiles which Cas took and turned over a few times before setting them to the side and looking back at Dean. Though he didn’t seem it, he was very excited to do whatever a magnet tile was.

“And I got this bear, see he’s for me, I’m gonna name him Barney.” Dean explained and handed the bear over for Cas to hug once and hand it back to Dean. It was for him, though it was a very nice bear, fluffy and cozy and looked like the bear from TV from the blue house.

“And I got you… this! It’s a dolly and it looks like me so you don’t gotta be lonely.” Dean explained and pulled out the doll. It had had its hair chopped off so it was short and brown and was a simple cabbage patch doll wearing a little flannel and a pair of jeans.

Cas looks at with wide eyes and takes it into his hands and holds it to his chest, bringing his knees up to cage it in, close to his chest, squeezing it tight.

“Lubbu lu lub nov… nov eh” Cas tried to say like he knew what he wanted to come out of his mouth but didn’t know how to make it. He cried and held the doll close to his chest, not letting go at all. His eyes squeezed tight and hugged it, he felt… a lot. Good a lot.

“Yay! I knew you’d like it and and now we can wash your binky cause it’s all slobbery. And papa got us sleeping bags since you keep falling outta bed. So we can have like a sleep over like a real one.” Dean explained and set up his cars on the edge of the desk. He sat the bear up against the couch.

They’d been sleeping in the panic room, sharing the cot while Sam or Bobby slept in a chair that they had dragged down there. However Cas rolled and moved around a lot in his sleep and often fell off the cot and hurt himself. Plus Dean had nightmares a lot and sometimes he hit Castiel and then they both cried and then they had to be cuddled back to sleep.

Plus Bobby had bought them really cool sleeping bags that had space and cars on them well a space one for Cas since he usually loved space stuff. And Dean got the car one so they could sleep on the floor and not get too cold and Bobby said they’d make a blanket on the floor too.

Just like a sleepover like the one on TV with Big Bird! Dean loved Big Bird.

“Beb? Beh bah?” Cas asked, looking at Dean confused. He didn’t know about… any of that. Sleeping was for bed under the blankies. Not in a bag.

“Uh sleeping bag. It’s like a blanket that zippers up and and they’re super cool. You'll love it, it's like getting hugged allllll night!” Dean explained and Cas smiled; he liked being hugged.

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It was time for them to get cleaned. Sam agreed to get Dean in the upstairs bathroom and Bobby would clean Cas in the downstairs bathroom. They had been putting it off for three days now. They just kept saying if they broke the curse, if they could make them grown. So far they’d only read that they had to wait it out and that it could last a few days or… well they would grow up again eventually. But they wouldn’t stop looking because they couldn’t hunt without them. And Sesame Street was getting old .

Sam made sure the water was warm and that there were towels and such waiting on Dean, who had his arms crossed still dressed at the door.

“You can’t make me. I don’t wanna.” He said and Sam stood over the little boy. Dean was stubborn, somethings never change. He had a tough look on his face, staring right back into Sam’s eyes.

Sam sighed, tired, and shook his head. He picked the kid up by the armpits, throwing him under his arm and pulling off his socks and shoes.

“No! No Sammy, I don’t wanna! I don’t wanna bath no no no!” He said and kicked around and Sam held him over the tub still in his clothes. Sam held onto him tightly, not wanting to drop him or anything but also done with Dean. He was not cut out for this and Dean was just so… ugh frustrating.

“You either get in the nice warm tub and let me get you washed or we can stand in the yard and get hosed down in the cold.” Sam said and Dean looked scared. Sam was looking… scary like he was mad and and Dean hated being cold. He hated being cold.

“No no I’m sorry I hate cold I don’t wanna be cold no no please I’m sorry” Dean started to beg as he felt like he couldn’t breath, like he wanted to run away. He started trying to wiggle away again but Sam put him back on the floor, holding his shoulders.

“Alright. Alright. Come on then, no clothes in the tub.” Sam said and Dean started to try and pull his shirt off.

“I’m sorry Sammy, I don't wanna cold bath.” Dean apologized and Sam helped him untie the shoelace that was tied around her waist to keep his jeans up.

“It’s okay. And you’re not the only one getting a bath Bobby’s giving Cas one too. You’re alright.” Sam reassured him and put Dean in the tub and took his clothes to throw in the laundry bin.

He didn’t look to see the boy was starting to hyperventilate, terrified of being in the tub alone. Dean hated baths, hated being in water, hated the cold feeling of the actual tub, he felt scared.

Dean was not alright, he kept shoving and kicking and got water all over the floor and got soap in his mouth and it was a disaster.

When they finally got done, Sam was soaked, and Dean had nearly passed out from fear and stress. Sam gave up trying to get him dressed or anything else, ending up wrapping up in a big towel and put him on Bobby’s bed.

Sam wondered how Bobby was doing, had to be better than him. Had to get better than getting soaked and getting half the bath water on the floor.

Cas was doing better. Quietly had followed Bobby to the bathroom, little hand holding onto his finger. Cas got lost sometimes even in the house, he’d forget where he was and he’d end up standing in a corner and wait.

He was a very polite and good kid.

However

He did get Bobby soaked entirely.

“Alright buddy in the tub. You stink like a wet dog.” Bobby said as he dug around to find some wash clothes. Cas was standing beside the tub naked when he turned back around. Clothes messily folded in a pile next to him.

He didn’t have any… junk . Weird but easy to clean, Bobby thought. Angels are freaks but meh could be worse.

“Alright up and over” Bobby said and lifted the angel up and put him in the tub. The boy sat down and started playing with the bubbles that were floating across the top. He liked bubbles. He didn’t like eating them though when he put some in his mouth and tasted soap. He made a face and decided that they were better on his hands than in his mouth. Like the markers were.

Bobby got to work running a cloth over him, reapplying the soap every so often from his toes up to his dark hair. Cas sat still, letting himself be moved around as Bobby needed. He just made shapes in the bubbles and watched them drip off his fingers when he raised his hands up out of the water.

“Alright head back, gotta rinse out your hair.” Bobby said and pulled the boy's head back, his big blue eyes staring widely into his own. Booby brought a cup up full of water, one hand ready to scrub the suds away.

“Quit starin’ at me ya idg- shit!” Bobby said but was soon thrown over onto his butt. He was slapped in the face by something… soaked and fluffy.

He looked up at the… sight before him.

Cas was still playing with the bubbles, holding some in his hands. Behind him however were a pair of small pitch black wings waving around in the water flicking and dunking into the water like they had a mind of their own.

“What the… Cas? Your wings are out…” Bobby said as he knelt back up to the tub, amazed at the very… bird like wings that were soaking themselves in the water, tops still dry.

Cas looked over at him and shrugged.

“Dir’ee” he said and laid back so his wings were all underwater, he shook them all around under the water and then sat up making uppy hands. Cas felt very relieved being clean but now he was done.

Bobby stared at him as he lifted the kid, who didn’t seem to weigh any more than when he was put in the bath, and set him back on the floor. He stared at Cas as his wings soaked the towel covered floor under him.

“We’re gonna have to blow dry you, son. You’ll flood the house at this rate.” Bobby said and grabbed three towels from the rack. He patted the boy dry with one, putting it under the flooding wings when he was done, wrapped one around him under his wings, and finally carefully trapped the wings to the boy’s back and wrapped a towel around them. Cas held his towels up, he liked the feeling of the towel tight on his wings.

“Alright?” Bobby asked and Cas just yawned. Baths were a lot of work. Or maybe it wasn’t the bath but the manifestation of his wings that made him suddenly feel so sleepy.

“Are ya tired? I think these things might be using up all your energy.” Bobby said and gave the joint of the wings and light smack. Cas nodded and rubbed at his eyes, wobbly on his legs.

“To bed then” Bobby announced,picking Cas up to his hip, and grabbed the last dry towel from the rack on his way out. Cas nodded and threw his arms over Bobby's shoulders and shut his eyes.

After a short guidance by Sam, Cas was laying next to Dean, an old quilt being thrown over them. Cas being placed on top of a towel for extra measure.

“This is gonna suck until they grow up. I read that it can take years .” Sam groaned as he cleaned up the floor for Bobby who buttoned up a dry shirt. Bobby sighed. It would be great to learn about angel wings though, he had to admit. Flying toddler…. Ugh.

They went back to reading until the boys woke up. However luck smiled on them.

“ Cas get your junkless junk off of me! It’s frickin’ weird man!” Dean yelled as he shoved the naked man away from him on the bed. Sam was first to open the door and see them both holding towels around their waists, grown. Castiel was barebacked again though and Dean was looking frustrated.

“Angels man, friggin weirdos.” Dean said and pushed past Sam to say hi to Bobby and then go to find his bag and his pants.

Cas was standing in the room, blank expression pasted on his face.

“Excuse me” He said and soon his body was covered again as it usually was. Sam came up and patted his back.

“Good to have you back man, gotta say you’re a pretty cute kid.” He said and Cas looked at him and then down at himself.

“I’m far more helpful in this form. I… didn’t dislike being a child though. Angels are created fully formed, we do not really experience… complete helplessness that is childhood. It was somewhat enjoyable.” He stated and soon Bobby was interrogating him about his wings and such.

Dean had disappeared into the bathroom though, bag gone. Dean pulled his clothes on and stood at the sink.

Fuck.

Fuck .

He looked up at himself. It was nice to be tall and not feel scared all the time but god … it felt good. Cuddling with Cas at night and being cuddled and loved on and getting to experience his emotions in full. He felt… so much lighter than he had before.

Huh… he actually kinda felt…. Happy. He looked back up at himself. The teddy bear would be shoved under the backseat and never mentioned again but it was… it was coming.

#fanfic #egg_company #dean winchester #castiel novak #castiel supernatural #castiel #spn #supernatural fic #supernatural #sam winchester #bobby singer #destiel #dean and cas

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geminiskulleta · 9 months

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This is my very first post, and after seeing all of the lu and loz fanart on tumblr I thought what if all of the zeldas across each era in Hyrule came together linked universe style? I know this isn’t an original thought by any means but I think a story for the zeldas would be super cute and I’d like to show what my take on a Zelda story would be.

I designed a new lullaby (OOT Zelda) and I’d like to see your thoughts on her: Anything I could improve? Anyone else you’d like to see? Please let me know - hope you like it🫶🫶

Lullaby - the queen

Link: Hero of Time

Age: Early 30’s - The same age physically as Time and a year older than Malon.

• She is also known as the princess of destiny, and was surprised to have found out that nearly all of the Zeldas have heard of her and that She and Time became legends.

• The wisest and oldest of all the Zeldas, the unofficial leader.

• Very protective and caring towards the others - seen as the “mom” of the group.

• Holds a lot of regret for her past mistakes and the splitting of timelines (She remembers the events of OOT as she was a past user of the Ocarina. In every instance where time is rewound, she remembers even if it isn’t her that uses it. The same is true with Time.)

• Tries to be a good role model for the other Zeldas as she knows they look up to her, she feels a lot of pressure to be a perfect queen.

• Much less sure of herself than Time, her biggest fear is making mistakes that effect others and constantly second guesses herself. She tries her best to put on a brave face.

•She knows that Fable, Dusk and Tetra are her successors- each from a different timeline, but she is unsure how to tell them.

• She knew about the timeline where she and link lost against Ganondorf and the timeline that she and link had left behind, but never knew what became of it. She was distraught when she found out it had been flooded and turned into the great sea.

•She is able to see into the future, as she grew up her power became much stronger- her prophecies have never been wrong.

•She doesn’t dream anymore: She can only have visions. By closing her eyes and focusing very hard she can see tiny snippets of the future like flashes that will leave her to decipher their meaning, but the only way to get a clear vision is to fall asleep.

• When she has trouble sleeping, she will hum Zelda’s Lullaby, the others never comment on it as they fear she will stop.

•She will always listen to other people’s problems and do whatever it takes to help. She often puts others before herself and is very rarely selfish.

• She shares the trait of being too absorbed in work and pushing herself too far just like Flora. She just doesn’t know her limits when it comes to things such as that and she feels that no matter what she does, it will never be enough

• Needs reading glasses but the others make fun of her and call her Grandma when she puts them on

Relationship with Link:

• As children, she and time were friends but they drifted as they grew up.

• During her time as Sheik she trained hard for seven years; learning how to fight, mastering magic and learning everything there is to know about the temples and how to help link on his adventure.

• She remembers everything from the timeline that Time left, as she was a user of the ocarina. Much like him, she had the opportunity to relive the childhood that was taken from her but she would never be the same again. She was hardened by her and Times adventure. He told her some of what happened in Majoras mask and she felt like she was responsible for everything that happened to their kingdom, to her father, to Link. She began to avoid him due to crippling self hatred and believed that he was a living reminder of her failiures. He was very broken from Majoras mask and was in a dark place in his life. He didn’t care whether anyone stayed or left for a long time and his walls were only broken down when he met Malon again.

• When Lullaby and Time would talk as adults they were very formal and distant with one another. They felt on guard towards one another and didn’t know exactly why, as Time held no ill will towards the queen and Lullaby could never bring herself to hate him.

• As Time matured, his walls were broken down by Malon and he allowed himself to make connections and feel again. But Lullaby never had someone like that to help her through her pain, and she threw herself into her work to become a truly great queen. She was formal and almost robotic to anyone she met.

• As Time allowed himself to heal he would wonder about Zelda, but never reached out. He could never figure out why he was like this, why the thought of seeing Lullaby again scared him, but he was never understanding of his emotions.

• She and Malon are actually great friends and though they’re often too busy to see each other they send letters all the time.

• Fun fact: She planned and officiated Time and Malons wedding. She felt as though she owed it to Time and this is where she and Malon started to get to know eachother.

• She and Time haven’t properly spoken since the wedding. They spoke briefly and Time saw just how closed off Zelda was. He could see that she had been in an awful state of mind but he felt like he couldn’t help her. He wasn’t able to, he wasn’t strong enough.

• the whole ‘ age thing’ effects her too since she remembers the adult timeline. She says she is 34 but she doesn’t exactly know her age.

#lu time #linked universe #tloz #tloz zelda #loz oot #ocarina of time #zelda fanart #princess zelda #loz fanart

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hufflepuff-16 · 7 months

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A Smile that Doesn't Reach the Eyes 〃由☆

(Professor) Sebastian Sallow x Dark gn!reader ((((ヽ(;^^)/

Summary: Unfortunately for Sebastian was forced by Headmaster Black to mandate a team of students to help decorate hogwarts Castle for Halloween. However, even after letting students know in his several classes, only one person turns up. [Y/N] [L/N].

A/N: Hello, lovelies. I've got so much inspiration that I decided to make a part 3, I really hope you enjoy this, I've decided to make this into a series (this time I'm determined to keep it going). Also, I took the liberties to change the origins of Halloween in this fic, and I learned a lot from my research, Halloween is actually about honouring the dead not the worshiping of the occult!

Warnings: Mentions of imprisonment and being condemned for a crime.

Link to my Masterlist

Part 1, Part 2

Picture made using AI edited by me

'Hello sir, um...I'm here to help with the decorating." As you walked through the door.

Sebastian issued a call out for help with decorating, only you had volunteered.

"Ah,[Y/N]," he greets back as he sees you. "Come to help with the decorations, I see? Are you the only one here, then?" Sebastian asks, his voice being calm and soft.

"It seems so," you chuckled.

"I guess you're stuck with me, Professor!"

"Well, at least you're here," Sebastian chuckles and smiles. He was genuinely pleased that you had turned up, especially because it meant that he wouldn't be doing the preparation alone.

"So, I suppose we should start at the Great Hall. What do you think, [Y/N]?" the Professor asks, his tone now more enthusiastic and upbeat as they begin getting on with the task.

"I think that's the best place to start," you replied serenely.

"Alright," Sebastian says, beginning to walk towards the corridor that led to the Great Hall. "Do you have any particular ideas for the decor?" he asks [Y/N], hoping that you will have some creative ideas for the decoration. You were a student, after all, a creative and young one at that.

"Maybe in the corners of the great hall, we can add some cobwebs from the corner and hang them across to the middle of the hall, kind of like a canopy, " you gesture to the corners of the room.

"That's a good idea, [Y/N]," Sebastian says, nodding in approval. "Hanging the spider decoration from the corner ceiling and having them cover the area with webs is very creative," he adds. Sebastian has to admit, despite your liking spiders, he was impressed with your creativity to include them in the decorations. "You seem to be creative," the Professor says, wanting to praise his student's unique ideas.

"Thank you, sir. I try." You say drly.

Sebastian smiles, his expression becoming more excited. He knew there was more to the student than anyone else knew, and he was proud that you didn't try to act like every other student but yourself.

"Are you going to dress up for Halloween, [Y/N]?" the Professor asks, genuinely interested. "Most students do, you know?"

"Nope," you say, putting emphasis on the 'p'.

Sebastian tilted his head, a little confused by your answer. "You're... not going to dress up for Halloween? Is there a particular reason why?" he asks [Y/N]. "Or do you just prefer not to wear costumes?"

"I think the costume idea of Halloween is terrible. Halloween is a time when muggles used to hunt us witches and wizards and burn them at the stake!" You say passionately.

Sebastian took a moment to absorb your answer, your reasoning for not dressing up on Halloween, making sense to him. "You know...I never thought of it that way," Sebastian admitted. "I always thought it was about children dressing up, trick or treating, and scaring each other," the Professor laughed, realising that his perception was wrong. "But, I can understand how it's a controversial holiday then," he adds.

"I don't think it's worth us arguing about it, you know?" Sebastian says, his tone being more relaxed than before. "Should we just get on with the decorating then?"

"Yes..." You both silently began decorating the hall. There was an awkward tension in the room until Sebastian spoke up about the questions that you had for Professor Ominis Gaunt.

After a moment of silence, Sebastian turns to [Y/N] as he helps them decorate the Great Hall. "[Y/N], can I ask you something?" the Professor asks, his tone being more serious. "You asked Professor Ominis about Horcruxes, yes?" the Professor asks, but his tone isn't accusing; just curious and intrigued.

"Um...yes? I just asked him one question." You say uncertainty clear in your voice.

Sebastian senses the uncertainty in [Y/N] voice and chooses to let the matter rest. He can tell that the student may be lying to him about how many questions they asked, but it wasn't worth the argument for Sebastian.

"Well, as long as you're not planning on creating a Horcrux, [Y/N]," the Professor says with a smile, trying to dismiss the matter calmly. "Let's just focus on decorating, okay?"

The professor then turns his focus back to the Great Hall, continuing to help you decorate for the Halloween celebrations.

"Sir... I have a question... not horcrux related, though," you say firmly.

Sebastian gives you a look of curiosity, sensing the seriousness in her voice. "Go on, [Y/N]," he prompts calmly. "What would you like to ask?"

"It's a bit personal, so I don't want to make you uncomfortable..." You say softly.

"It's alright, [Y/N], you can ask it," Sebastian says. "There are some things that I am uncomfortable with, but there aren't many. Go on, ask it," as if giving you the permission to ask him anything.

After all, he was the professor, and they were the student. He felt obligated to listen to any question a student asked from him.

"What's azkaban like?"

Sebastian's expression turns slightly solemn as [Y/N] asks their question. It was quite a deep question, but the professor was prepared. "Azkaban?" he asks, his voice being calm and gentle. He could tell you were curious, and he wanted to answer it so that he could ease your thoughts.

"Well. Azkaban is a terrible place, [Y/N]." The Professor's voice was stern, and there was a slight tremble to it; Sebastian clearly had an emotional attachment to Azkaban. "Many are sent there for life, not to be released ever again..."

"You went to Azkaban, didn't you?" You say sounding innocent.

"Yes, I did," Sebastian says, his face still solemn. The Professor knew that if he was going to talk about Azkaban and his experience, then he needed to be blunt and honest. He owed it to you in that regard.

"I was sent there, [Y/N]. Many years ago." Sebastian pauses, a sigh leaving his mouth as he remembers his past. "But, I do not wish to delve into my past, okay? It helps nobody, and it is not something I like to talk about."

"Aah, ok, I just know someone, that's why..." You say casually.

Sebastian raises an eyebrow at you. "Oh, do you?"

The professor wanted to get to the root of this conversation. He was curious about why you had suddenly begun talking about Azkaban and what they knew.

"Who exactly do you know who has been to Azkaban, [Y/N]?" Sebastian asks, clearly curious, albeit cautious.

"Oh no," you giggle strangely. "My father was part of the wizengamot during the time. He was the judge who condemned you to Azkaban!"

Sebastian froze, his expression going completely pale. He did not expect such a revelation to come from you, let alone about the person who condemned him to that hell. For a moment, Sebastian felt lost in the past but quickly came back to the present and turned to you slowly.

"I...see," Sebastian says softly, unsure of what to say as his heart was racing. "And, how do you know about my sentencing?"

"Oh, well, at the time, before I was born, it was a big thing in the papers, a fifteen years old boy murdering their uncle!"

"I...yes, I've heard that the case made quite a big story in the wizarding world back in the day," Sebastian says solemnly. "You...seem to know a lot of things about me, [Y/N]. This is... a lot to take in," he adds, looking at the you with a concerned expression. He now felt a certain attachment to him. "How much do you know about me?"

There was a slight smirk on your face, before innocently replying, "Nothing much, sir, don't worry..."

Sebastian took a moment to think. He couldn't tell whether you knew of anything else about him or whether she were just saying that to be reassuring.

"Okay," he says, sounding a bit unconvinced as he did. "Well, I just want you to know, [Y/N]. My past is... not something I enjoy reliving," he adds. "Can we, err, move on and stop talking about the subject? It's just... sensitive, okay?"

"Oh, alright, then," you huff slightly "besides my father is dead anyway, so it doesn't really matter in the end," you say incredibly bluntly.

Sebastian couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at. "I...see," he says, a little thrown off by how casually you mentioned your father's death. The professor wasn't sure if he'd heard you correctly, but he thought it best to move on in order to avoid any unnecessary conversation.

"Shall we continue decorating?" he asks, sounding somewhat confused by the short conversation they'd just had.

"Yes, sir."

Sebastian nods with a soft smile.

"Alright, let's keep decorating then," the Professor says softly. The awkward atmosphere they'd created was quickly broken by Sebastian with the mention of decorating again. After all, it was what he wanted to focus on. "Shall we just concentrate on decorating now?"

Sebastian hopes that by continuing, [Y/N] will move on from their previous conversation about Azkaban and their father.

You nod before quietly putting the remaining decorations on the tables.

After a few moments of silence, Sebastian speaks up again and looks over at [Y/N], smiling.

"There, I think we're done decorating, [Y/N]," he says excitedly, having finished their task quickly. He looked over at the work they'd done and was pleasantly surprised by what he saw.

"I am impressed," the Professor chuckles, his expression being more relaxed than ever before. "The Great Hall has turned out wonderfully."

You nod a soft smile on your face... but your eyes tell a different story.

Sebastian looks up at you, noticing the hint of sadness in your eyes. They were trying to hide it, but he could tell that you weren't happy. It was a shame.

"Is everything alright, [Y/N]?" the Professor asks, sounding concerned.

"Yes -"

"No, everything is not alright, I just... hogwarts is my home, and I'm just thinking of a time when I will have to leave."

Sebastian's expression turns slightly solemn, his eyes fixated on [Y/N]. He knew when to push a conversation, but he felt that it wasn't appropriate this time. The Professor wanted to make sure you were comfortable, so his voice was as calm as ever as he addressed them.

"You don't have to worry about that right now, [Y/N]," Sebastian says softly. "Hogwarts is a very safe school, and you have many years to go before you graduate and leave. We don't need to focus on that, okay?"

"Yes, sir, thank you." You reply.

Sebastian smiles at [Y/N], noticing the sadness in their eyes, not go away. "Do not thank me, [Y/N]," the Professor says, shaking his head lightly, almost playfully. "After all, you did half the work here," Sebastian laughs.

"Well, I think that's a good effort," he adds, looking at the Great Hall. "I think the students will enjoy it, especially your spider decorations," Sebastian chuckles.

You didn't laugh at his joke. You had a funny look on your face before quickly delving into a hug with Sebastian.

Sebastian was taken aback by your sudden hug. He hadn't expected that from the student, at least, not at this moment in time. However, the Professor hugged them back, knowing that was the right thing to do.

"You okay?" Sebastian asks [Y/N], gently stroking their hair. He was worried for the student. You had become attached to him, just as he had become attached to you.

"I will miss you most of all, Professor Sallow, incredibly, deeply..." You're voice hard.

"[Y/N]..." Sebastian starts to say, unsure of how to tackle the student's response. It took him a moment to process what you were saying, as he hadn't expected you to say that to him.

"I...I will miss you too. And so will Hogwarts," Sebastian adds, giving you a soft hug. He felt like he knew you, despite not knowing everything about you. He had become attached. "I am...I am proud to have known you. Can...can I call you a friend?" he asks the student softly.

Your smile does not meet your eyes again, "of course, sir."

Sebastian notices the slightly fake smile on [Y/N] face, once again sensing that you had hidden feelings that you decided to keep to yourself.

"Is it okay if I ask you something?" the Professor asks softly. He realised that [Y/N] could ask him anything without a second thought, but he wanted to ensure that you were comfortable with answering those personal questions, too.

"Yes?" you said slightly thrown off by the statement.

Sebastian wasn't sure how to ask the question, but he felt it important that he asked. He wanted to make sure [Y/N] was okay and had no issues.

"Well..." The Professor starts, trying to find the right words to ask his question. "You seem quite... sadder than usual recently. I was curious as to whether something was wrong?" Sebastian asks, as politely as he could.

"Sir...I'm actually the happiest I could ever be in my entire life!" You said happiness now very apparent on your face.

Sebastian notices the obvious change in [Y/N] mood. At first, they were sad and feeling awful, and now they were radiating happiness. It felt like they were trying to hide something.

"Oh, oh, alright then," the Professor says softly, trying to hide his confusion in [Y/N] response. "If you say so, then I'll take your word for it."

Sebastian smiles, trying to be genuine in his enthusiasm. "So you're... enjoying life at Hogwarts then, I presume?"

"I should go now, sir..." Avoiding the question slightly.

Sebastian noticed you dodging the question. They hadn't told him any outright lies, but he was sure they were hiding something.

"Okay then... well, it was nice to help decorate the Great Hall," he adds, wanting to keep the conversation focused on the task they'd completed. But his mind was somewhere else entirely, trying to figure out the mystery of Isabel. "Just...err, do me a favour and enjoy the festivities tonight. Okay, [Y/N]?"

"Of course, sir....you too," you give him the same eerie smile. Then leave the great hall.

Once [Y/N] had left, Sebastian remained in the Great Hall for a few moments. He couldn't quite explain why, but there was something different about you. You were still a bit shy and quiet, but the warmth and innocents you had seemed to have disappeared. He knew you were hiding something for definite, but he wasn't sure what it was.

After a few moments of thinking, he decided to go to his teachers dormitory and grab a drink, merlin knows he needs one. There was just something about this whole situation that didn't settle right with Sebastian, and he wanted to figure it out.

The End

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cheetahsprints · 4 months

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Prompt #9: Soft

Inspired by this post

• Sonadow Prompt Fills •

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Suddenly, Sonic in his super form dropped to the ground. He started to scream and sobs occasionally wracked his body. Shadow landed next to him and scoped the area with alarm. Their foe was vanquished. What was happening?

Then, it hit him too, and he doubled over. He reached out and Sonic gripped his hand. The firm pressure as Sonic squeezed with all of his strength paled in comparison to the feeling Shadow had that his every nerve was on fire. Yet, he wished he could absorb some of Sonic’s pain to give his partner relief.

Sonic’s screaming stopped as abruptly as it began, and he whimpered. Shadow automatically shuffled closer and reached to wipe his tears away.

There was a brilliant flash of prismatic light.

When Shadow woke, there was softness beneath him instead of compact dirt. He had a fierce headache.

He prayed to Gaia and Chaos Energy that nothing would be wrong. Sonic must be fine. He groped blindly until his fingers found the fur and warmth of another.

A wail cut through the air, but it wasn’t Sonic this time. Shadow’s eyes shot open and settled on a squirming bundle in Sonic’s arms. Shadow’s heart leaped. Tears were leaking from Sonic’s eyes, but he didn’t seem to be in distress. He soothed the tiny thing until it calmed. A glance out the window told him that early evening had become dawn.

Shadow felt like the breath he didn’t know he had been holding was punched out of him when he looked back and realized what Sonic was cradling… it looked like a nearly newborn hedgehog.

“Where did this come from, Sonic?”

“Somehow, she was born from the Chaos Energy as it meshed together or something while we were in our super forms,” Sonic explained groggily. He let out an exhausted sigh. “It took a lot out of us. Tails and Knuckles picked us up while we were passed out. Apparently, she crawled into my quills, and they didn’t notice her until Tails examined us for injury.”

“She looks like you,” Shadow said. So, the Chaos Emeralds essentially… mated their essences, Shadow mused. That was incredibly bizarre.

Falling in love had taught him to occasionally trust the inexplicable.

“Yeah, but if you squint and tilt your head to the side, she also kinda looks like you,” Sonic slurred, giving Shadow a soft, goofy look. Shadow rolled his eyes and kissed Sonic’s forehead. Sonic stretched to peck his lips before he could fully retreat.

The hoglet’s wide eyes locked on Shadow’s face for the first time as her developing brain tried to take in all the brand new information getting flooded in. Shadow hoped their daughter felt as safe and comfortable in Sonic’s arms as he did every morning waking up snuggled close to him.

Shadow brushed his daughter’s cheek. She grabbed his finger and held on tight. Shadow’s heart melted. His doubts and concerns fell away at that moment, leaving behind a softness inside him of which he hadn’t known he was still capable. He found himself accepting this new reality rather quickly, he reflected.

They hadn’t planned on raising children… ever, really. The lives they led weren’t exactly conducive to being parents. He shared a look with Sonic, and despite the circumstances, he instantly knew that they would be keeping the hoglet.

Sonic passed her to him, and hardly had Shadow ever been so gentle. The hoglet fussed a bit at the change, but Shadow forced himself to relax. Coming into the world was overwhelming, he remembered from the near beginning of his own existence. Of course it didn’t mean his own offspring already disliked him, he internally reassured himself, she had no concept of that yet.

Sonic was looking at him like he’d fallen in love all over again, and Shadow’s muzzle and ears heated under his adoring gaze. He slowly rocked his little girl until she settled.

The colors of the environment seemed brighter, as though the spectrum had perked extra just for them. Shadow wished he could stay stuck in this soft little bubble of time longer than it would last. Their friends would eventually get to hold her, but Shadow didn’t budge on allowing it until much later that day.

#sonadow #prompts #established sonadow #kidfic #barely but in case anyone blocks that tag #not sure they're the parental types canonically but the idea is cute to me regardless

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aikoiya · 9 months

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What if humanity and the surface monsters somehow got Alphys’ camera footage of the Ebott Kingdom all attacking and trying to destroy Frisk as well as harvest their soul?… What if half of the Kingdom (including all the main characters) were thrown in a special Anti-Magic Prison, because of all their crimes (child murder + attempted murder + attempted war/genocide)?… What if Frisk gets adopted by Monster Kid’s family, while this is happening?

And what if the mother of one of the 6 dead humans was actually a monster (aka the child was adopted)?

Toriel: I understand why Asgore and some of the others are on trial… But why am I also on trial? I didn’t murder those children! I haven’t done anything wrong!

Old Monster Lady: Queen Toriel?

Toriel: Yes?

Old Monster Lady: I just found out, that all the previous humans that came before Frisk, had died by your husband’s hands and YOU KNEW IT! You knew what King Asgore and his Kingdom was gonna do to those children and their souls! You knew he wanted to start another horrible war! But you let him hurt those innocent humans anyway? You knew all those things! But still my boy is dead now. And there’s nothing you can do about it. My boy is dead, because of YOU and YOUR HUSBAND… I wanted you to know that.

[Old Monster Lady walks away, with tears in her eyes…]

Asgore: I’m sorry, Toriel. She’s wrong. What happened wasn’t your fault.

Toriel: …Yes, it was.

Out of curiosity, how do you think Asgore + Toriel + Papyrus + Undyne + Alphys + Mettaton + Sans would all react if some of the previous dead humans that Asgore destroyed… were actually adopted by surface-monster families (like how Asgore and Toriel adopted Chara)?

How would they feel about realizing that their horrible actions had ironically hurt monsterkind as well as humanity?

How would they feel about realizing that they’re honestly no better than the Human Village that destroyed Asriel a long time ago? 💔💔💔

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Aikoiya: Hmm… This is a tough one… Well, for one, they’d likely be blindsided by the fact that there were still monsters living on the surface at all. Then add to that the fact that they, as far as I can tell from your submission, just openly live in harmony with humanity. It’d be quite the shock.

Afterall, there was a ton of speciesist propaganda going around the Underground. The only real way I could see this being possible is if Asgore & Toriel had either not been born yet during the Monster-Human War or they’d been too young to remember much of it.

Plus, there’s a decent amount of evidence to suggest that a lot more happened to cause the war to take place. That the monsters might not have been as innocent as the player was led to believe.

I go over this in post of mine from a while back.

Anyway, in such a situation as this being the case, that would suggest that it was actually Asgore’s predecessor who fought in the war, but we don’t know anything about them, so most of this is just speculation on my part.

If this was true, it’s very possible that the only ones aware that there were other monsters out there not living in the Underground would be those who’d lived through it & the only one that we know of for certain would be Gerson. Meanwhile, all the newer monsters would be under the mistaken impression that they were the only ones for various reasons.

Despite the fact that, if that were the case, then it would mean that humanity had exterminated everyone else, which makes no sense considering the fact that they were trapped in a giant magic prison rather than killed off. The very fact that the monsters of the Underground are alive to debate the idea makes mockery of the possibility. Either monsters are too self-absorbed to think on it or there are those that bring this up, but the rest of the Underground largely looks down on them as conspiracy theorists. (I personally like the latter more.)

As for why Gerson wouldn’t say anything about this, I’m not sure. It’s possible that there was some sort of gag order by someone higher up, but that’s a theory for another time.

Asgore… would likely be horrified. After all, he put his own people through the same anguish that he, himself, went through so long ago. Like I’ve said before, I see him as the type to take the guilt onto himself & accept the punishment of… basically being a cereal child murderer. I don’t wanna think about how long he’d be in though. I mean, he’s got 6 counts of 1st degree murder (25 years to life each), 1 count of conspiracy to commit murder (10 years to life), as well as conspiracy to commit genocide (20 years to life). So, that’s 180 years to life right there & that's lowballing it.

Toriel, I see feeling insanely guilty for the exact reason you stated above. I don’t think she did what she did purposefully, more so unconsciously, but it was still, inevitably, wrong & against the law. So, in the end, it really wouldn't matter unless her defense attorney happened to be a member of the Wright Anything Agency. In the end, hers would be more a crime of negligence. So, she’s more likely to be charged with 6 counts of misprision of felony & accessory after the fact. While misprision is a misdemeanor & prison time for it is only 3 years per. Multiply that by 6-7 (I assume) & that adds up to at least 18 years. Add to that the 6 counts of accessory to felony, which is lowballed at 1 year, but the maximum of 15-30 years each depending on where you are, that adds up to 24-180 plus 18, so 42-198 years. That isn’t an insignificant amount. Then, there’s the fact that she knew about Asgore’s intention to commit literal genocide, so that’s complicacy in genocide, which adds, at most, ½ the term of imprisonment for the original crime as far as I’m seeing. This also technically counts for all the monsters involved.

Papyrus… I feel like he’d be the least affected. He’s never seen to be the particularly malicious type, so I see him being more confused, but at the same time elated. I’m not sure if he knew about the intent to commit genocide. He’d at least get assault charges. If nothing else, I got the impression that he would accept that he did something wrong & own up to it once he knew that he did something wrong. As such, I see him being one of the only ones who might be able to manage to get a lighter sentence, possibly. That could just be me, but that's what I think.

Undyne… Yeesh… I very much think her entire worldview would be flipped on its head. She only ever really befriends Frisk for petty reasons & she was just outright bigoted from the moment you meet her. Sure, she was all-in on Frisk after the fact, but I, personally, can't really be sure how much of that is genuine & how much is her being committed to proving that she can, which would definitely be something brought up by a prosecutor to cast doubt on her motives. Not to mention, she was all-in with the genocide idea for years. So, that’s aiding & abetting, conspiracy... Gosh, I’m getting a headache…

I’m not really sure what Alphys would think. I mean, she’d be happy that they weren’t alone, but at the same time… It’s possible that she thought of this as a possibility, but either did not speak up for one reason or another, or entirely dismissed the idea as impossible. Either way, she alone has committed several crimes against both humanity & monsterkind. I mean, it's likely that monsterkind is counted amongst the ranks of people, & as such, she’d have definitely violated the laws of the Geneva Convention & human experimentation, not just against the human souls, but also the monsters who became the amalgamates. In fact, due to monsters openly being part of Surface life, it's likely that both races were waiting for the Underground monsters to come up, likely believing that, at most 6 of the missing children had fallen down there as if all had, then why hadn't they surfaced yet. I could see the Surface monsters hoping that the Underground monsters would opt for mercy, only to feel uncertain when only 1 human child surfaced with them, then horrified to learn what had taken place.

Actually, the Surface monsters might end up being the most audibly upset over it.

As for Sans… I don’t think he’d process it very well at first. Oh, he wouldn’t make a big deal about it on the outside, but inside, I see him having severe cognitive dissonance over it. I just… I see him as being very anti-human one way or another. Maybe not outwardly, but the way he acts in the game towards Frisk, as well as the fact that he is, in some way or another, aware of the RESETs to some degree, yet doesn't do anything about it until far too late, suggests at the very least a level of scorn.

I’m starting to get a bit of a headache, so I’m not gonna do Mettaton here.

Either way, there’d be this cloud of discomfort that would descend upon the Underground monsters, though not necessarily the outright DOOM that would be appropriate for this situation because, really only Alphys might actually have some idea of just how effed they were due to having watched anime & even she wouldn’t really have a full idea unless she were the sort to play Ace Attorney games or some such. I don’t really see many monsters completely understanding what the big deal is because, as I assume, the monsters were implied to have been sealed during a time where monsters & humans mostly used old school weaponry such as spears as shown at the beginning of the game. Not guns. And considering how willing they were to commit genocide (again, I can’t let this go) & the fact that we don’t really see any prisons or dungeons in the Underground, I’m not even sure that Underground monsters have laws against murder. So, it's likely that the discomfort would mostly be due to concern with how they'd be seen & not from fear of retribution. As such, monsterkind would definitely be in for a rude awakening.

Dear God, almost all the monsters in the Underground could get jailtime or juvie! I only see Monster Kid possibly getting out of it, maybe. Do we even see anyone in the game who says they don’t want this to happen?? Like, obviously those who tried to prevent it & acted out in defiance of it might be given leave as it was literally impossible for them to report the crime so they could get some leeway, but all those who sung out in favor like Bratty & Catty?? Their asses would be in jail.

Though, how would a court even try those that said nothing such as Grillby & Fuku Fire?

Please, keep in mind that I don’t study law. This is all based on Google searches.

Edit: I just realized something, though... Why did Asgore wait for another human after the last one? Unless I'm mistaken, wasn't Chara's soul shown to be in the DT Extractor in the True Lab? If so, then the monsters technically had all 7 souls.

Why did Asgore wait? Unless, either he wanted to be defeated someday to keep from having to go through with what he promises or he actively didn't know about Chara's soul still being around & thought that it'd simply turned to dust with Asriel's body? But that doesn't make sense, he'd have seen it... Or he refused to use their soul to kill humanity?

Hmm... That never occurred to me before now. Might wanna look into that...

#submission #ut #undertale #law #too much thinking

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harmonyverendez · 2 months

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Frozen | A school for good and evil fanfic ( Au )

[ PART ONE ]

The moment prince Rafal and Rhian were born, king Xicor and Queen Evanora knew something was wrong. Prince Rafal had icy blue eyes, while his brother Rhian was born with blue/green eyes, they both were two different skin colors, while Rafal had milky pale skin, Rhian had gold skin, and gold hair. Both were perfect in their parents eyes, but something was wrong.

When the doctors took the newborn babies in, they noticed strange things. Prince Rafal had icy sickles coming from the Ceiling and his fingertips, snow started storming around the room and the doctors shivered in fear as they were back in the corner.

Prince Rhian on the other hand was born with a weak heart, any stress on him could cause him to have a heart attack and lose his life.

Something the doctors noticed that was strange was when they put the two together, it seemed the ice cooled and Prince Rhian calmed.

They were shocked.

Was Prince Rhian the key to Prince Rafal's curse?.

It couldn't be.

From that moment forward King Xicor and Queen Evanora made sure her two children stay far from the public eyes.

Even their sisters Alpa, Bethna and Omeida was shocked at the twins.

When the Princesses Triplet first played with Prince Rafal and Rhian, they feared for their lives when Rafal lost control of his magic and nearly killed them with powerful snow.

From on then, The triplet sisters didn't play with Prince Rafal again.

Prince Rhian was sad, because he loved playing with his sisters but it seemed Rafal didn't want anything to do with his sisters.

It wasn't until one thing something terrible happened that shattered their world forever.

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When Prince Rafal and Prince Rhian were five years of age. Something terrible happened, Prince Rhian was sleeping soundly in his room until he opened his eyes and gased as he got out his bed and went to the window and saw snow falling down on the ground and on the window.

" ohhhh Pretty " he whispered.

He giggled and moved away from the window as he ran to his door, opened it and ran down the hall to his brother room.

He absorbed all the history of paintings that were hung on the wall, he excitedly ran to them but at the last moment turned and continued on running down the hall.

Finally he reached his brother door and ran inside, Prince Rafal was sound asleep on the bed and unaware of what his brother was planning.

Prince Rhian climbed on the bed and jumped on his brother side, instantly the eldest prince opened his eyes in alarm and was ready to defend himself.

But once the eldest prince realizes it was his brother he laid back on the bed and went to sleep once again.

Prince Rhian frowned at this, the sky was awake! And he wanted to play.

He yanked at the sheets and pulled them down to exposed his brother blue pajamas, he grabbed his brother by his hair and yanked at it.

He then leaned down in his ear to scream out. " Wake up Rafal! The sky is awake, that means we have to play!".

That done it, Prince Rafal snarled and thrust out his hand sending his brother flying across the room.

Prince Rhian small body hit the ground with full force and he let out a cry.

Tears poured down the youngest Princes eyes as he tried to sit up.

Prince Rafal got out of bed, and walked over to his brother.

His eyes were stormy and didn't seem to hold any true emotions.

" Why. Did. You. Do. That?!" he snarled.

The young prince that was on the floor shivered at his older brother tone and backed away in the corner, he never seen his brother like this.

Where was his Fala?.

" i-i just wanted to play in snow Fala, I wanted you to use your magic" The young prince protest.

The eldest prince Rafal narrowed his eyes as they turned into a glare. " Never do that again?, you understand?".

Prince Rhian nodded as he was shaken up by his brother's recent behavior, their parents would be seen about this.

Prince Rafal then climbed back into his bed and went to sleep.

Prince Rhian on the other hand wasn't done, he stood up and ran out the room with a loud slam that woke his brother up once again.

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When Prince Rhian went into the Ball room, the first thing he did was run into the middle and sit on the floor and wait.

This was something he did often.

He knew his brother would be coming soon.

And he did.

Prince Rafal came in with a scowl on his face, his milky skin seemed to glow under the moonlight glare.

" What is it Rhian? Why must you bother me with your shenanigans?" the eldest prince asked.

But the young prince only giggled and beckoned his brother over.

Finally Prince Rafal had no other choice but to allow his brother play his little schemes, if he didn't then their parents would come knocking at his door.

With a heavy sigh he walked over to his younger brother and sat down near him.

" So what is it? What do you want to do?" the eldest asked.

For a moment there was silence.

And finally the youngest Prince spoke up. " I want to build a snowman?".

Prince Rafal was taken back, did he really just hear his brother asking for a snowman? In the middle of the night? Where he could be warm in his bed and sleeping soundly?.

Ugh, the things he does for love.

" Fine" Prince Rafal snapped. He got on his knees and scots away from his younger brother, but that only made the younger prince move closer to examine the magic that came from within.

He just shakes his head and prepares himself. He held on both of his hand so that they were both on each side of one another and he contracted on making his magic come out.

But nothing worked.

The young prince was starting to get agitated, when he notices nothing was happening.

Prince Rafal closed his eyes as he heard his brother Sniffle.

He knew his brother was emotional but wouldn't't be in a few seconds or minutes.

He heard a gasp and when he opened them ice formed between his palm.

A small smile lifted on his face as he stood up and and begin to wave his hands.

The ice turned to snow as he begin to form a snowman.

Once the snowman was formed, Prince Rhian grabbed a carrot and place it on the spot where the nose will be.

Then a miracle happened.

The snowman didn't move, but something else did. Prince Rafal moved behind it and made the stick where the amrs were supposed to be moved.

" Hey I'm Olaf" he said in a deep voice.

Prince Rhian eyes lit up like it was Christmas, and he ran to embraced the snowman.

" I love you Olaf".

That was a memory that would stick with them forever.

It's too bad happinesses isn't forever.

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It wasn't long before King Xicor and Queen Evanora was notified about Rafal condition. The doctors explained to them that a family had a curse Prince Rafal and he would walk the world a ' Frozen ' heart.

Queen Evanora was in tears, her baby was cursed, he would be forever ruined.

And it was all thanks to those damn Saders family.

She would go out and search for an answer to help her child.

King Xicor placed a hand on his wife as he rubbed her shoulders softly.

" It's okay my love, we'll figure this out".

He kissed her cheek as she leaned her head on his shoulders.

They would fix their child.

They would.

They had to.

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Somewhere on the other side of the castle the Princesses triplets, Alpa Bethna and Omeida were discussing importance topics about what was happening at the moment.

Omeida, the quiet one was sipping her tea as she was lost in her thoughts.

While Bethna was arguing with her sister about what they heard.

" I'm telling you it was that girl Marialena, she did! She had it out for our family ever since our cousin Alistair rejected her and now she is angry and we are paying the price for it!" Bethna screeched.

But Alpa could beg the differ, she heard differently.

" No, that not what I've heard, they were cursed by the Saders king and Queen, Mom said something to to them and they cursed our brother" The eldest of the three roared.

Omeida took one last sip and throw the glass to the wall, it shattered and the room went silent.

" Wrong! Those are rumors, Mother knows the truth. Only she can tell us, we need to ask her what happened in her childhood, then we'll know. Until then what you two are saying is just rumors." she sneered at her sisters and walked over to fixed the broken glass and sent one last glare to them as she walked out of the door. " You two make me sick".

And she was gone.

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It all was normal at first, the family was a organize and happy Royal family.

No secrets.

No magic.

And no curse.

But it all came crashing like thunderstorm.

Queen Evanora had her secrets, dark and Deep secrets.

A secret she never told her Husband Xicor. But she knew she had to say something sooner or later.

Or her whole family, kingdom and legacy would come crashing down.

She wiped away a tear as she sat in her bed and looked at a picture of her late parents.

King Michael and Queen Esmeralda.

She haven't seen them in over two decades and she misses them dearly.

She grabbed a napkin and wipes away a tear.

She suddenly felt nauseous and placed the photo on the bed and got out the bed and covered her mouth as she ran to the toilet to puke out her insides.

After a few minutes, she wiped away the liquid from the corner of her mouth and went to the sink as she washed her hands, face and brushed her teeth.

Something was wrong, she just knew it.

She hope she didn't puke because of -

Her stomach turned at that thought.

No, they couldn't -

She shouldn't be-

Shaking her head Queen Evanora walked out of her room and went to the nurse office.

She needed to know a few information before she take the next step.

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Prince Rhian and Prince Rafal were playing in the Snow, both were throwing snow at each other. They were outside enjoying a nice cold day, until Prince Rhian had the thought to make his brother use his magic to make the snow come faster.

" Please " he begged his brother.

Prince Rafal was not on bored, but he knew he needed to please his brother.

And besides he didn't want him upset.

So he agreed.

But he just had this feeling something terrible would happen.

He shook it off, he was just being paranoid as usual.

So he had his brother stand a few feet away from him as he raised his hands to the sky and the ice turned into frost and the snow came down faster.

Both Prince Rhian and Rafal laughed as the eldest swirled his hands around and the snow came down faster and harder.

But something terrible happened, Prince Rafal lost control.

His eyes seemed to glossed over as his smile turned into a frown then an angry look, his whole happy demeanor vanished as something else took control of him.

Prince Rhian who was still laughing, and playing suddenly stop as he notices his brother was no longer playing with him.

He frowned and walked closer to his brother. " Fala? Are you okay? Tell me what's wrong" he asked his brother.

He walked close and stepped back as his brother mouth went downwards and his hands were suddenly raised to the sky.

"Du må dø!" Prince Rafal sneered.

Prince Rhian was trembling all over as he kept stepping back trying to get his brother back in Conrol.

But nothing seemed to work.

Every step Prince Rafal took, Prince Rhian step back.

Finally Prince Rafal had enough of the mind games, he sent a ice blast to his brother.

The ice hit Prince Rhian in the chest, and the prince fell to his knees then finally his whole body hit the floor as he was spread out like a starfish.

His hair turned white, as he let out one last word before he went unconscious.

" Fala"

And darkness.

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#my post #harmonyverendez #nature #rhian mistral #rafal mistral #femaleowned #male owned #rise of the school for good and evil #fall of the school for good and evil #disney frozen #sibling rivalry #dark theme

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aquilaaktuk · 2 years

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-- Not proofread. I wrote this in a fit of rage while also being extremely ill. If I said something stupid or something that doesn't make sense lmk and I'll clarify.

I always knew that Helluva Boss would have a lot of morally reprehensible actions from the main cast featured in it, after all, it's set in hell. Also, you can show something in your series, and so long as it's shown to be a bad thing, then it's okay, because you're not actively glorifying the bad thing.

So imagine my surprise when the first episode of season two of Helluva Boss comes out and it not only romanticises slavery, but also makes Stolas look like a good person who hasn't done anything wrong besides neglect his daughter but it's okay now they made up.

The slavery thing is definitely the worst, I mean it was not addressed at ALL. Paimon literally buys Blitzø for the day and the show makes it look all good and fun, with the kids running around having a grand old time. It doesn't even come up later that Blitzø was forced to take away from his own enjoyment to literally steal from royalty for his father.

By the way I used to really like Stolas. I thought he was really fun to watch, if a bit cringeworthy at times, but that's the point right. He hadn't seen Blitzø since they were actual children, then when he suddenly appears at a party Stolas is in some 25 years later, Stolas' first thought isn't "oh my god! An old friend! How has life treated you?!". Stolas' first thought is "oh you turned up because you want to fuck me".

"but he was drunk!!!" Well, for one, alcohol sets in fast, but not THAT fast. Also being drunk doesn't equate to being horny. Most people aren't horny drunks.

Okay let's assume its magical hell alcohol and stolas being a magical hell bird can absorb it instantly and is now drunk. That doesn't make his reaction okay. Nor does it give the show any excuse to make it look like anything other than horrifying.

Blitzø is there to steal Stolas' book. Blitzø does not want to fuck stolas. Blitzø could not care less about stolas. He just wants his book. Stolas' misses Blitzø terribly. Stolas' is obviously drunk. Blitzø knows this, and still just really wants the book. Blitzø entertains stolas because he just needs to keep him busy enough to not realise he is stealing his book. Blitzø successfully steals the book and can leave RIGHT NOW. Stolas' says something that makes Blitzø feel bad and decide to TURN AROUND even though he is VERY CLOSE to achieving what he set out to do, and fuck a guy he has not seen nor cared about for the better part of 25 years because he FELT BAD. There's a word for what is happening, and we all know it.

First, Stolas is drunk, Blitzø is sober, Blitzø can definitely consent, whereas Stolas cannot. Second, Blitzø doesn't want to fuck Stolas, but Stolas, in his drunken stupor, says something that makes Blitzø feel bad and fuck him so he doesn't feel guilty anymore.

I'm not the authority on the topic, but I'm of the mind that Blitzø, however reluctantly, took advantage of Stolas. It was VERY obvious that the guy was drunk, and that Blitzø only actually did it to calm his own feelings of guilt. Some guy you knew 25 years ago drunkenly telling you how nice it is to finally be able to so intimately know his only friend is NOT consent. And I am disgusted at how many fans are saying it's cute and awkward or cringey, and that despite all this we CONTINUE to see people genuinely enjoy the Stolitz ship. I used to like it too! NOT ANYMORE.

Alright this is a lot more fickle than everything above but it pissed me off the same.

Let's ignore the shitty musical number, if you want a character half-crying-half-singing listen to Frustration Tears from Centaurworld, that's far superior.

Nein, I want to focus on the shows insistence on villainising Stella. Is she completely innocent? No! She hired a hitman on her husband! That's not something good people do! Obviously! However. We need to consider her side of the arrangement, since the show obviously fails to do so. For the following exercise we will be ignoring the latter half of this new episode where Stella tries to physically abuse Stolas. I have a reason for this, and I'll get to it later.

Stolas isn't happy about the marriage arrangement, and we can assume Stella isn't either. They're both obviously very different types of people, with Stolas being much more introverted and has simple pleasures. Spending time with his daughter, bad latin-american soap operas, academia (presumably). Stella is much more extroverted and all about appearances, which isn't inherently bad. She likes hosting lavish parties and gossiping with friends and something we can all agree on is that she values reputation. Her own AND that of her family. Which again, isn't an inherently bad thing. If someone has a bad reputation it's probably for good reason.

So knowing all this, how do you think Stella would react knowing that her husband (who she didn't even really agree to marry, again, she's a victim of this arranged marriage too, as much as the show likes to gloss over that fact) who is married to her, and of high status, not only CHEATED on her, but cheated on her with the lowest ranking type of demon in hell. Is it classist as hell? YES. Are classist main characters common in HB? ALSO YES. If we want to make Stella look like a bad person because of her classism then we need to do the same about Blitzø.

Anyway, if knowledge that Stolas, a member of the Goesha family, who is MARRIED and has a DAUGHTER, CHEATED on his wife with an imp, it would DECIMATE not just his reputation, but also Stella's, Octavia's, AND the rest of their family's. Stella is NOT in the wrong for wanting to try and protect her and her family's reputation and then getting angry at Stolas when he does it WHILE her friends are over. She's also not in the wrong for being bitter about being in an arranged marriage. Is saying horrible things about a husband you were forced to marry that you really don't want much to do with (and the feeling is mutual) to your friends bad? Yes. Obviously. She's horrible for that. Stolas isn't any better for ruining one of the things that Stella values most, and being consciously aware of it.

And here's the thing. I really truly personally believe that if Stolas was willing to communicate that he wanted to see other people to Stella, she might've let him. The big problem in their relationship is communication. They do not fucking talk. If Stella was that disappointed with Stolas' performance in bed she should have told him and they could have worked something out. She did not choose to need to sleep with this guy, she could have acknowledged it and they could have spoken and found a way to make it more enjoyable for them both. Stolas is no better. If he was that miserable in his relationship, then he could have just TOLD Stella that he wanted to see someone discretely on the side, and she might've been okay with that so long as it was kept extremely private so as to not get out. She might've even been relieved! Because then he'd be out more and she could spend more time with her friends who she obviously massively prefers.

They're not good people at all, and they actively brought out the worst in each other during their marriage and all of it could've easily been rectified if they were just willing to talk and the shows absolute insistence that Stella is the villain and evil is absolutely disheartening to me. Because she's also a victim of this arranged marriage. Nobody ENJOYS being that unhappy. She isn't staying in because she likes disappointing sex and a husband who won't stand up for himself. She's staying in because leaving would shatter her and her family's reputation and she is willing to endure the discomfort if it means everyone else sees them in a positive light.

And now I get back to Stella trying to hit Stolas. I think this is SO hilariously shallow of the crew to put in, and quite literally ONLY exists to make Stella look like the villain in the story. She hired a hitman on Blitzø, we didn't need to personal touch of actually trying to hurt him personally. It's extremely out of character for her. If she wanted to backhand Stolas, she would hire someone to do it for her. Because if the knowledge got out that she actively hit Stolas, then her reputation would be in tatters. If she hired someone to do it, then just about anyone else with money could be blamed. YES she is bad for hiring Striker, but forcing her to hit Stolas for... Dramatic effect? just to make her look like the villain is the worst thing they could've done to her character. She deserved so much better. Not as a person, but as a character. The writers here have absolutely NOT done her justice.

Am I still a massive fan of HB? Kind of yeah. I will still be watching all the new episodes as they come out because I still thinks it's a decent show despite its uh... Flaws. I'm just very disappointed with how this new season is starting. Hopefully the following episodes will be far superior, because this has got to be the single worse episode of HB to date.

#helluva boss #rambles #longpost #i think #unedited #rant #blitzo #stolas #stella #hb blitzo #hb stolas #hb stella #they did everyone so dirty #especially stella

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imagine they just have an s/o who is so fucking badass, they'll give a death glare to anyone who dares to talk shit about them, they can start bar fights, and even beat the shit out of their enemies if they get s/o pissed off really badly

I'll go with the Undertale characters for this one because why not.

Undertale Sans - Everyone is calling you his guard dog and you are proud of it. Sans gets a little annoyed sometimes though as he prefers more chill people and, most importantly, SOME SPACE. He's not very into violence too, and will ask you to please stop protecting him, he can defend himself you know.

Undertale Papyrus - You're basically what would have happened if Undyne were not into girls. Papyrus noticed it too and he's having an existential crisis asking himself if all his friends and S/O are going to be strong badass people that kick ass, or if maybe that's just his type of people. Oh well. At least, contrary to Undyne, you have him to scowl you when you're breaking things in the house.

Undertale Toriel - You are a terrible influence on her. Mama Goat was only peaceful this all time because she didn't want to shock her people, but now she is realising she doesn't have to be caring and nice all the time, and oh boy, the guy who kicked your car because he knew it belongs to a monster is not ready to you two coming out of the house screaming and ready to beat them up.

Undertale Asgore - He thinks it's cute. He was basically Undyne's "father" Underground and he knows how it is. Whenever you gets to excited, he holds you against him like you're weighting nothing and he just waits for you to calm down again before letting you go. He's patient, you won't have him by struggling and screaming to let go.

Undertale Undyne - Who the hell thought it was a good idea to introduce you to each other? You're scaring the entire neighbourhood and no one is ever looking your way by fear of peeing themselves. You are so badass even the trees in your garden grew muscles and sunglasses. You are also banned from every bar in town and you make random children cry as a hobby when you're bored.

Undertale Alphys - You're her second Undyne. You three live together and that's maybe too overwelming for Alphys. One Undyne giving death glare to everyone when she's doing groceries was already stressful, but now there's two of you. Though, now, when you two are around, everyone is leaving the store so she has some peace and takes her time. You're also making a mess at home and always get in trouble because Alphys will make you clean either you want it or not.

Undertale Frisk - They're the good cop, you're the bad cop, it's working well when you have to investigate on who the hell stole the sausage in the fridge. Your three dogs are looking at you with extremely guilty eyes even if none of them did something wrong. You monster. You ate all the sausages. You're just using your scary aura to not get caught, are you?

Undertale Chara - Ok. Maybe they're being dramatic just to see you beat other people. Ok. It happens a hell lot when Sans is around. Chara will just suddenly fall on the ground and scream for help in front of a very confused Sans, and suddenly a huge angry growling mass tackles the poor skeleton on the ground. Chara is just watching, smiling. They are clearly enjoying this.

Undertale Mettaton - You're obviously his closest bodyguard. He keeps you close when you're meeting fans. People who try something inappropriate usually regret it very much when you suddenly jump at their throat, growling like a wild animal. Mettaton is screaming to beat them up to wash his honor. And also to use his pink shyny chainsaw. And also to stay in the light so he can record this for his next movie.

Undertale Gaster - Well, thanks to you, his body absorbs a lot less of various things like humans, dolphins or flowers. You made your duty to keep everything alive away from him until his goopy problem is resolve. Gaster loves the attention way too much and maybe all of this power is too much sometimes as he's using you as some human shield when he has to walk in a crowd, crossing the assembly like you walk in the middle of the biblic sea.

Undertale Grillby - OH COME ON. That's the third time this week you're breaking the jukebox because a customer didn't talk nicely to him. You can't do that every time someone doesn't say hi before sitting. And please, for Asgore's sake, stop throwing Sans in the wall, he already begged Grillby for your mercy and promised he would pay his tab if you don't hurt him again. Sans is terrified of you. Actually, most of the customers are. That's not really good for business.

Undertale Muffet - Contrary to Grillby, she really appreciates you breaking bad customers knees when they refused to pay her. Thanks to you, she raised her prices from 200% and is planning to charge more since customers come back anyway because you threaten them to find their house if they doesn't. Muffet is even giving you free pastries to thank you. Soon enough, this shop will turn into a luxery one.

Undertale Burgerpants - Ok. So. He told you Mettaton kept bullying him one night when he was drunk and was very surprised when you slammed the door of his shop open the next day, screaming to Mettaton to show himself so you can teach him how to properly take care of your boyfriend. Mettaton didn't take you seriously at first. Then he took a table in the knee.

Undertale Asriel - He just said he didn't like the taxes. He didn't ask you to blow up the Collector General of Taxes building! Please stop messing with him. He's begging you. You're walking with determination towards the building, Asriel holding your legs and begging you to reconsider your options. You won't liste. He's too young to go in prison!

Undertale Gerson - Whenever you gets too excited about something, he knocks you out with his cane. Here. He can defend himself, thank you very much. He managed to tame Undyne, he's going to tame you too. These old scales saw worst, and his shop is already struggling to get customers, don't you dare make them run away, you brat.

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after draven had spilled it all, exposing himself like he rarely ever would. it felt odd to say the least.

he pulls qiyana in, for a brief embrace, fingers running into her hair again. he let's a moment of silence sink in, before finally breaking it.

' what about ya. when did ya know? '

Qiyana stayed silent as Draven spoke of his experience. Of his pain. Of his perseverance. Nestled against his chest, she could only press small, idle kisses to his skin when not periodically tilting her head up to observe him.

" You crafted a body you own and a name you can claim. " A pause, then she offered his quietude a smile as gentle as the moon's tender light. " Nothing is manlier than choosing manhood, Draven. "

She embraced the silence, reaching up to return his caresses by brushing loose hair behind his ear. It is always odd, to see his hair down. Qiyana took it as a privilege, a secret she could indulge in as he allowed her to play with and brush along it. It would have been just fine for her to stay like that.

And yet, Qiyana didn't flinch away from his curiosity. A sigh fell past her lips as her body curled up as close to his as it was allowed. Not close enough. It would never be close enough. Not without their ribcages intermingling and their hearts beating into one another, gore and bliss mixed into one painting of magnificent beauty.

" My song was wrong, " she said, as if it was a normal and simple statement to make. " Everyone has a song from the moment they are born. Some Ixtali hear it clearly, some never notice more than a few notes. They're in the air we breathe, the water we sweat, the grime our bodies accumulate. "

" In Ixtal, we believe our soul knows when something is wrong. Most prominently, when our vessel is wrong. It is not uncommon. Children, adults, elders. They all realize it one day. And the Green Lady encourages us to shape ourselves to what our soul is, to attune our song so it doesn't hurt our ears anymore. "

She sought his warmth, burying deeper against his skin for a moment to inhale, to absorb the safety of his presence. It was safe there. It was okay. Talking about it wouldn't hurt.

" I knew my song was wrong from the moment I tapped into the Axiomata. From the moment I began hearing everything around me, without pause. It was a screech, Draven. Something so untuned, it hurt me to just exist. And it could have been solved on that day, I could have dropped that name, I could have avoided years of growing into something I was not—"

The hiccup she let out suggested a stuck sob, a sound she did not allow herself to make. Qiyana swallowed around it, taking it down like it was bubbling tar in her throat.

"But to my family, I just wanted to be treated like my sisters," she spoke with vitriol as her grip on his hair suddenly grew harsh. Aware, she let it go as if it burned.

" It took so long to be called my name. To see something in the mirror that did not make me want to crush it. "

Her ragged breaths come with a shiver of vulnerability. He knows that pain. The poisonous, white-hot, unstoppable pain. And as it threatens to return to her, Draven is the only shield she chooses to wield by allowing herself to seek out his tight embrace, that stronghold that will keep it away.

" Do you sometimes wake up afraid of looking in the mirror and seeing a body that doesn't belong to your soul again..? "

#axewhirl #tw dysphoria #tw transphobia #(( goodnight i drop sad af qiqi backstory and go lay down ))#⍙ — [ yunalai ]#⍙ — [ answered ]

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i-want-the-shovel · 1 year

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Red Bottle Brew Pub vs Rusty Bin Bar

There are two bars in my town I'd like to discuss. One where it's socially acceptable to drink, and one where it's not. First, Red Bottle Brew Pub. Here, you will be greeted at the door by a smiling young hostess dressed in the standard issue company shirt. She is saving money for college right now. Some of the staff are in similar situations to your hostess. Others are idealists working a few nights a week because they want to support the local entrepreneur and quality microbrews. Their wages will be deposited into a savings account that will be used to pay the mortgage or travel the world. Only a few staff are truly working to make ends meet. You sit down at the table and for $3.50 you can enjoy a 16 oz. fine microbrew. Surrounded by all your white, educated friends, you can feast upon local sausages, burgers made from grass fed beef, and all sorts of other health foods. The decor creates a wholesome environment where you can bring your kids or enjoy an after work beer or two with your coworkers before headed home to your white picket fence, golden retriever, and warm bed. Any excessive drinking at the Brew Pub is not seen as a personal fault or moral evil. It is a well deserved way of winding down and having fun after a long day of work. Anything you may do in your inebriated state will be laughed off once the hangover wears off. There are no judgements passed here.

However, head down the street to the Rusty Bin and you'll find a much different environment. It is not the extreme of course, go a little further down the street, almost to the other side of the tracks, and you'll find Flint's, where the true low-lifes and alchies hang out. I've yet to patronize this establishment as it has been deemed truly unacceptable, and even dangerous by my former place of employment. So I'll have to describe it's whiter, slightly classier counterpart, the Rusty Bin.

Here, behind the bar you will see young women with low cut shirts and tight jeans. They flirt with the customers, knowing it will bring in the big tips. They rely on these tips to support their children. The Rusty Bin has a surprising number of beers on tap, but it appears everyone is drinking Coors Light, after all it is cheap. The jukebox plays the same Red Hot Chili Peppers song over and over again. The menu consists of an array of deep fried favorites designed to absorb the alcohol, but leave you thirsty for more. When you come to the Rusty Bin after work, you are blowing your paycheck, not drinking a well deserved beer. Excessive drinking is frowned upon by those who see you leaving the bar. Shouldn't you be spending that money to pay your bills, not blowing it on beer?

Yes, I've just made a lot of gross generalizations. Maybe my perceptions are inaccurate, but let me tell you what I see and feel when I'm spending time in each location. At the brew pub, somehow I see fakery. I see people with invisible walls around them. Forced smiles and behaviors learned since childhood of how to look, what to say, what not to say. Somehow, the Rusty Bin seems to much more real. People laugh, cry, pour out their souls in a way I can't describe. Somehow life's pain is very palpable in the Rusty Bin and no one tries to hide it behind their middle class values.

There's a guy named Joey who I have run into a few times at the Rusty Bin, who also had been staying at the homeless shelter I worked at on and off. The first time I saw him, he was drunk by the time my friend and I arrived. He came to talk to us and offered to buy us a beer. We refused of course, but he proceeded to ask, "what's wrong with letting a homeless guy buy you a beer?" We couldn't say no then. Yes, we knew he had very little money. And because he was drunk, he wouldn't be allowed back into the shelter that night. But he wanted to buy us a beer. He drinks, we drink, so why not sit down and do it together instead of trying to pretend that the other doesn't do it. It seemed okay to drink with him because we were being real to who we were.

The next time I saw Joey at the Rusty Bin was quite the experience. My friends and I had been drinking elsewhere all night and so had he. As soon as we arrived, we started drinking with Joey. Soon he asked us to go out back and smoke. A few minutes later, I was not only drunk, but also high, but the conversation that ensued for that few minutes behind the Rusty Bin was one that I would never give up. Here we were, two middle class, college educated white girls, smoking pot with a homeless guy who stayed at the shelter at which we worked. Suddenly, the conversation became very real. (Or felt so, because of the pot.) We all acknowledged that we drink and smoke. Somehow this was okay for my friend and I, but not for Joey. Joey pointed to the roof next door and told us that was where he would be sleeping. It's where he always stayed when he needed to drink and didn't have any other place to go. When I talked about how that wasn't fair, Joey just shrugged and said, "That's the way it is." My friend and I told Joey that when we work at the shelter we felt like we had to put on airs and pretend that we didn't drink or smoke pot. We do, we just can't talk about it. Joey said he just had to respect those boundaries. It was such a real conversation and I just wish it could have happened sooner.

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The Devil is in the details (UkArg - EnglandxArgentina) ~ENG version Pt. 2~

PART I

The Draystones was the first Anglo-Argentine band in the whole world; it existed from 2006 to 2015, and its music was '60s-style. You can listen to the song here

Arriving at his office, one of the custodians closed the door on him and walked to the edge of his ebony desk, sitting on the edge, removing his suit top with one hand and adjusting his vest with the other. He let the music play in the background for the rest of the afternoon.

From time to time it made him smile, and from time to time it made him twist the rictus on his face. For he knew, like all Nations, that the songs were more than the inspiration of his children. They were messages.

“My two beloved countries in perfect harmony, united by music beyond politics and stupid prejudices” Gabriel Bocazzi – vocalist

Sometimes, very powerful.

The cell phone illuminated the desk and he knew that many hours had passed, working absorbed, until that moment; with his mind in too many places for human logic. He took the device between his fingers and smiled, because "things" continued to happen that way; it did not matter how many centuries passed, and not even what the circumstances were. Or who.

I wrote: You took too long, to be honest.

MyLittleSun wrote: Ugh. Still, you can't deny me that ingenuity, or the balls.

I wrote: I would never deny anything, godson. Your children have them, they are just like you.

MyLittleSun wrote: Was that a compliment? Wow... are you okay?

I wrote: Why does everyone expect me to be angry about these trifles?

MyLittleSun wrote: oh! Ask with another question, I caught you Hahaha! Arthur laughed to himself, knowing he was caught in that old lesson.

I wrote: They are good musicians; It's kind of retro, but my kids like it. It is because of them that I discovered them.

MyLittleSun wrote: Then they already finished the tour in Europe; I think they will come here next month. What a mix, right?

I wrote: Curious and hopeful, if you ask me. They are the ones that give me little joys in the world. Although I feel somewhat naked for their songs.

MyLittleSun wrote: Mnh, yeah, they're kind of... obvious?

I wrote: They look like a tour of our... things, as they call them. Sometimes I wonder if we didn't get Awakened wrong when we chose them.

MyLittleSun wrote: Not everyone has to be awake to know. They intuit it in the collective unconscious. It's what's in the air; but there is much of this that is magical, as you say, godfather. It doesn't stop showing us things, even if we don't like to see it sometimes.

I wrote: That is true.

MyLittleSun wrote: It doesn't make me bitter, not anymore. I like that they are irreverent as shit and that they impose themselves. This is how big changes are made, with discomfort.

I wrote: ... I did not expect another response from you.

MyLittleSun wrote: LOL! Sorry.

Arthur paused for a moment, before writing again.

I wrote: I miss you, Martin. It's been... I don't know, a few human years. The world is in a maelstrom, and everything seems to collapse all the time.

MyLittleSun wrote: I promise to put my head in the next visit of the Government for trade, before the UN. We are all very engrossed in our things.

I wrote: I am sorry. This music group made me somewhat melancholy. Especially because of the things your womb says.

MyLittleSun wrote: Yeah, they made me think a lot about you too. But not in everything that happened, but in the present. In that we are, somehow, somewhat less conditioned by the circumstances.

I wrote: I don't want diplomatic visits, Tincho. I want you to come home to drink mate; sing together with the guitar that you left me in the room, play chess and checkers, lie to me in a game of Truco; eat barbecue and watch bad soap operas, fight at soccer games... those things.

MyLittleSun wrote: Are you serious?

I wrote: I know we have good things. And I want to reinforce the idea of these children... reinforce it between us; so that it gets into the eyes and genes of our womb children. Although the world turns. I love you and you know it.

MyLittleSun wrote: Me too, but... sometimes, with beings like us, it's complicated, Arthur.

I wrote: I've been told that phrase hundreds of times, over thousands of years.

MyLittleSun wrote: I promise I'll take a casual getaway next month, okay?

I wrote: No. You've come enough already. Will that band be on tour in Buenos Aires? So I'll go there.

MyLittleSun wrote: do you come?

I wrote: Going to a rock concert is something we never did together, what's stopping us now? Also, it would be hilarious for them to know that their Fatherland is seeing them in the audience.

MyLittleSun wrote: If you're perverse, don't let it be noticed, eh?

I wrote: I call it “eccentricity”, dear. Bonnefoy would tell me I'm crazy.

MyLittleSun wrote: It's the crazy thing I like about you. Never stop admiring her.

It was Martin's turn to blush as he finished writing his own words. He wondered if he wasn't being too intrusive with that sweetness that he knew annoyed the Anglo-Saxon, so similar to Alfred's.

Fairly Godfather: Then you accept?

Me: If it's an invitation to go out, yes, why not? Mnh, I imagine that includes the whole...package. You know.

Fairly Godfather: Hahaha! definitely everything. And more, if you like. We'll be on your turf, so I'm running at a disadvantage so you can take advantage of the situation.

Me: Now you're chamuyando, look at you.

Fairly Godfather: Really! Your jokes are very funny.

Me: If you ask me like that… I'm not going to be a bad host.

Fairly Godfather: With the manners I taught you, I expect you to be strictly thorough in every detail. You know well how to entertain guests.

Me: I learnt from the best, afterall.

Kirkland suddenly smiled.

After all, true love is not only found in great deeds; but it is preserved, immutable and immortal, in the small details.

#hetalia #latin hetalia #hwsrarepairweek2022 #aphrarepairweek2022 #aph england #aph argentina #ukarg #arguk #englasndxargentina #pairing #songfic #fanfiction #hetalia fanfiction #lh argentina #fail translation of myself

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Funny one shot inspired by this post from @jonathan-cranes-mistress-of-fear (sorry for the tag but like if you're looking for good Scarecrow/Jonathan Crane content definitely check them out!)

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It was clear to anyone that, even at the young age of 7, Dedric Crane was just as fascinated by fear--following painfully close in his father's footsteps-- as Jonathan. The thought naturally thrilled Jonathan, determined to teach anything he could to his son about his favorite topic. Luckily enough, Dedric absorbed all of it in return, listening to his father's lectures as he looked up as though Jonathan had hung the stars and the moon.

Of course, still being a child, Jonathan made sure to try and monitor what he exposed Dedric too, he didn't need to traumatize the boy. Still, when on a grocery run and seeing the Halloween mask section, an amusing idea came to him. Dedric never expressed fear to the classic horror movies, rather pleading for them to watch some together, so surely a plastic mask would be harmless. A little surprise spook then rendered to a simple child's toy. Satisfied with the idea, he tossed a ghost face mask into the cart knowing it was one of Dedric's favorites.

He'd waited a bit to enact the idea. A good week of it hiding in his room. If Jonathan was honest, he'd forgotten about it, until stumbling upon it when looking for his notebook for work later when Dedric was fast asleep. With a chuckle, he enacted on his plan. With the mask pulled over his head, little pressure bulb in his hand and hidden behind his favorite arm chair. He knew Dedric would be entering soon enough, being a little creature of routine, or at least as much routine as he could have with a rogue father.

Sure enough, it wasn't too long until Dedric came through looking for his afternoon snack, "Daddy?" he chirped peeking into the kitchen. It didn't unease Dedric too much to not find him there knowing there were times Jonathan got a little too absorbed into his work. As he went to check Jonathan's room however, he passed the chair which Jonathan took as his time to strike, jumping up from behind it with a yell, ensuring to squeeze the pump to make the faux blood run down the white portion of the mask.

Dedric was startled enough to fall back, all it took was one look at the mask for the boy to burst into tears. This surprised Jonathan who quickly pulled the mask off and disregarded it on the floor in favor of picking his little boy up, rubbing his back, a bit panicked by the sobs, "Oh darling boy, it's ok," he murmured, "it's alright. Its just daddy with a mask..."

Dedric hiccupped softly, immediately clinging to Jonathan's shirt as soon as he heard his father's voice, only able to manage out, "Sc-scary mask! W-with blood, daddy!"

Jonathan winced slightly at this, he hadn't anticipated the blood being an issue, then again there was a stark difference in seeing it from the safety of a television screen and seeing it right before your face. He sighed heading to the kitchen resolving to settling his son first and getting him his snack then handling the mask, for now though, distance from it seemed to be a must for Dedric's sake.

"I know. I know it, but there's no need to be scared, little boy. I wouldn't let anything hurt you. Certainly not some mask," he reassured, getting a bowl of various fruits like blackberries and peeled orange slices from the fridge, having prepared the snack beforehand.

"I-I don't like it!" Dedric sniffled, "Don't ever want to see it again," he mumbled miserably, still, the boy took the bowl, picking a strawberry out first.

Jonathan sighed simultaneously relieved at his never-ending ability to comfort his son in a matter of minutes, and stressed at how the little prank went so wrong.

"You won't have to," he promised, "the mask is going away for a long time.." '

'In a closet,' his mind finished bitterly.

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What if.....[Klaus x Reader]

This cathartic little fic was requested by anonymous 👶

Klaus hadn't hesitated to tell you that he wanted children. That had been the name of that game you'd asked to play, and Klaus thought it was perfectly fine to have told you this. But coming home and seeing you so absorbed in your reading, you hadn't even bumped when he closed the door. Sure, he did so gently, but you were usually more perceptive than this.

"[Name]?" Klaus tried to peek at what you were reading that had your attention, "What are you reading?"

You finally jumped at how close Klaus's voice was, "Oh, uh....just a medical thing...."

You trailed off suddenly and attempted to hide the book. Letting Klaus know that you were worried about something would only make him worry more. It was a vicious cycle.

Unfortunately, you were dealing a professional worry-wart, "What is the problem?" Klaus had immediately sat next to you, tempted to pry the book from you despite it being the rudest thing he could do at the moment, "Liebling, you needn't hide things from me. If there's something going on, a medical emergency especially. You can always come to me."

"It....its not an immediate thing....." You did lean against Klaus's shoulder, "I'm just.......after what you said last night......I....well, things can happen during pregnancy and I'm worried about that......"

Klaus blinked, had his simple truth really affected you this badly? His mind twisted with guilt and unease.

"Geliebte, I didn't mean to upset you." Klaus slowly snaked an arm around your waist, "I would never force anything upon you, especially anything this life altering. I apologize."

"I just......it would be......so much could go wrong." You scotted closer, taking comfort in Klaus's warmth, "I always knew about stuff like morning sickness and the usual pains of carrying a child. It kinda scared me, but looking more into it......so much worse can go wrong. Not just miscarriage and still birth, but the fetus can stick in the wrong place."

Klaus raised a hand over your mouth, "Please, Liebling, don't stress yourself over it. We can always go to Dr. Estevez if something happens. Though, if you think it best to talk through this, then I'll listen. You know I'll always be here when you need me."

You picked up the book from your side, setting it in Klaus's lap, "I actually asked Dr. Estevez for a book on the subject. This is what she suggested to start with. But I found an article online that had a little intro into different stuff that is worse than what's in here."

Klaus looked at the book, "And how do you personally feel about this? Other than worried and scared?"

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"Android" - a short story I wrote in 2021

“I feel so very fortunate to have been allowed to accompany you on your walk today, Mx.Badawi. Although I do apologize for not being able to always keep up with you, my processors are working in overdrive!” Anya chuckled to herself.

“I had expected as much,” Mx. Badawi called from their place ahead. “Take all the time you need to absorb the necessary information.

“But, Mx-”

“Stop, Anya.”

Anya’s feet froze to the ground, midstep. She blinked, a small smile spreading across her face.

“What can I do for you, Mx. Badawi?”

“Look around. Tell me what you see.”

Anya looked upward, to the massive branches overhead. They were ancient and twisting, small circular leaves at the spindly edge of each branch practically touching. Anya slowly moved her head downward. She knew the knolls and lumps on each tree were simply that, natural formations of the bark, but her facial recognition software couldn’t let them go, they looked too much like eyes.

“I see trees. Mature California Live Oaks. They are the most prominent species in this particular area, due to the climate. I just detected a flicker of movement,” she felt the cameras that made up her eyes widen, pupils dilating. “It is a bird, a local common crow, pecking at the dirt. Would you like me to-”

“Enough, Anya.” Mx. Badawi sounded almost irritated, something that made Anya’s toes curl. She hadn’t done anything wrong, just what she had been asked to do! Maybe the mosquitos were beginning to get to Mx. Badawi, while their blood was nowhere near as attractive as those of some humans-most likely due to their genetics-they still tended to lunge for their ankles and wrists, no matter how thick her socks or gloves were.

“Keep walking.” Gone was the irritation, just tiredness.

Anya kept walking, staring at the back of Mx. Badawi’s head, the black curls bouncing with every movement, the rhythmic motion of their swaying arms. Anya had worked for them for almost as long as she could remember, and this was the most calm she’d ever seen her. Well, maybe calm wasn’t the right word for it. Mx. Badawi was usually-as their visiting aunt and uncle had once put it-bouncing off the walls. Anya didn’t understand, as Mx. Badawi had never bounced off of any walls, just the floor when they got really excited and jumped up and down. Mx. Badawi was always crackling with energy, never still. Still, they were not still, just- more focused. Put together. Yes, that was it.

Mx. Badawi abruptly careened off of the well-beaten dirt path, ignoring the thorns snagging at their shorts,the brambles sticking to them. Anya’s previous train of thought crashed and burned. She didn’t even know why she was surprised. From the moment they met, Anya knew that Mx. Badawi was a predictably unpredictable human. They had ignored other top of the line, freshly produced androids capable of cooking original recipes and complex play with young children, for Anya. Their exact words had been: thank you for your offers, sir, but I want that one.

That one? It’s getting fairly old, and is extremely reliant on human commands and is much slower to process them-

It still works, doesn’t it?

Well, yes, but-

I’ll take it. You. What is your name?

She hesitated for a long moment before bobbing her head. I am sorry, but I am unable to complete that request.

It doesn’t have a name. The man sighed from behind Mx.Badawi.

Okay. Hmmm. You know what? You look like an Anya. That's a good name. What do you think?

What do I think?

Yes, how do you feel about the name Anya. Do you want to be called Anya?

She thought she might crash. She wasn’t programmed for this. She only spoke the language of direct commands, not choices.

Great, you’ve killed it. The man laughed, but it was a painful sound.

I-like Anya.

The man fell silent, but his mouth kept twitching and working as if he was desperate to say something.

Great! Come with me, Anya.

And so Anya had come with them, and was welcomed into a sprawling home.. The house was empty of other androids, but full of clutter. So much clutter. It was unbearable. She immediately went to work, to Mx. Badawi’s great approval. As she’d cleaned, she’d silently braced for a call of faster or hurry up, but it had never come.

This incident had ingrained itself into her programming as a display of several fundamental things about her new employer. They hated throwing things away and treating them as if they were useless. They didn’t like people getting in their way, possibly due to having enough money to not have to typically deal with such inconveniences. The contents of the clutter had been educational as well, especially in displaying one key fact. They really, really, really liked insects. They studied them. They talked about them. They had plushies and photographs of them.

Insects were their life’s passion. Passion separated people from the programmed, which is why Anya struggled to understand her employers actions at times. Like when they wandered off the marked trail, got on their hands and knees, their backside sticking up in the air.

“Follow me, Anya, I need these ant -oh my goodness a figeater beetle! Come here little guy!” There was a clapping sound, and Mx. Badawi emerged from the tangle of bushes, holding something captive in their cupped, gloved hands. Something that buzzed loudly and seemed to be throwing its scaly little body against its fleshy prison with all its might.

“I know you might not be able to see much of it right now, but look! Have you ever seen something more beautiful in all your life?”

Anya had seen at least three figeater beetles since the walk had begun.

“Never.”

“This is a big one. That’s good, it means-ow. Heh, you’re feisty. It means they have plenty of food. I was worried about them, what with the climate and all.” they opened their hands. “Go! Be free!” They both smiled as they watched the beetle take flight until it was a tiny dark blot against the clear sky.

“Okay, now come on. Come with me. Get on the ground and look for ants, they need to be photographed for research purposes.”

It was difficult to drop to her hands and knees with her stiff joints, and they became stiffer still as dirt and dust wormed through her synthetic skin and clogged them, but she did as she was asked.

Anya had never been in this position before, and she could hardly process it all. The tall grass partially obscuring her sight, the trees becoming distant and unreachable, the leaves a dark canopy. It was like looking at the night sky, the movements of birds and other tree-dwellers shooting stars and alien life.

A strange foriegn thrill filled her, and she crawled on the ground with renewed vigor. She had never been a child, let alone a toddler, but she knew this is how they must feel as they explore their shrunken, newfound world.

The grass became shorter, greener. Odd. But it was the kind of odd that made her want to move closer instead of away. Now that her sensors were trained to look for the smallest of the small, she saw movement everywhere: flickers, ripples, twitches. Watching a breeze pull the grass and leaves into a dance, she felt as if she’d been swallowed by a massive creature and was watching its internal organs twitch and digest, its most private vital functions working in a way she could never understand.

No, she could understand it. She’d been around Mx.Badawi and their research long enough to know that there was a meticulous order to the workings of everything, from the smallest flies to the biggest whales. Millenia of programming painstakingly perfected by some divine developer. Some greater master…

There was a musical whistling noise that made Anya’s processor freeze and reload, and she stiffened as her head buffered. She could hardly remember the last time she’d needed to reload, which only happened when a situation was completely unexpected. The noise sounded human, another hiker? But there was something beneath it, some foreign undertone to the sound. A recording? Probably. Mx. Badawi should’ve bought a newer android. She felt her lips drop with despondency at the thought.

“Hello.”

Anya blinked rapidly. One second-no, one millisecond-she had been alone. The next millisecond, someone had been standing in front of her. There had been no footsteps, no heat, no heartbeat or breathing, nothing to indicate something had been there. Her shoulders sank. She really did need to be replaced, she was getting much too slow. If there was something dangerous, both her and Mx. Badawi would’ve been gone. Mx. Badawi deserved better, an android that could actually function like one was supposed to.

“Hello.”

Oh, where are my manners? Anya let her programming take over, letting herself relax into Smile Mode. letting her shoulders straighten and her pixelated pupils dilate, even adding a few animated sparkles for maximum cuteness and approachability.

“Hello! What can I do for you?” she chirped.

“You can drop the act.”

“What act?” Anya quirked her brow.

There was more movement, but no discernable singular shape, which sent her sensors into a tizzy. They landed on the eyespots of a particularly gigantic Coast Live Oak.

“The act. I have to say, you’re pretty impressive.”

“I’m afraid I don’t know how to respond to that.” a rudimentary programmed response. It was true. Anya had been designed to look like the optimum android of the time. Just human enough to be functional and friendly, approachable and cute. Just robot enough to stand out. The result was ever so slightly exaggerated human features paired with twin round screens for eyes.

You look and talk like a living anime character, Mx. Badawi once said. An innocent anime girl pulled out of the screen to deteriorate in the 3D world. I’m sorry.

Deteriorate was right. Age had not been kind to Anya, peeling her synthetic pale skin and exposing metal inner workings, causing her faux brown hair to fade,slowing and clogging her processors and receptors.

“Humans must not bat an eye around you.”

“They do not bat an eye around me. This appearance and voice was designed to appear as approachable and even cute as possible.”

“Ah.” there was more unplaceable movement, and Anya felt like she was talking to a living shadow. She suddenly wanted Mx. Badawi.

“It works. You reek of human. Why are you so close to one anyway? Are they your taken or something?”

“Can you repeat that?”

“Your taken.” The movement got closer, there was a flicker of light, like a spark that abruptly died out. “Come closer.”

Anya obeyed.

There was a snorting noise, and Anya suddenly felt pressure on her cheek, like a kiss. If a kiss was wet, firm, and had fangs that pressed against her thin skin.

It moved upward with surprising speed, leaving a trail of saliva in its wake. When it reached her eyes, it reeled backward, spluttering with disgust.

“Did I do something wrong?”

“What.” it wheezed. “What. Are. You.”

‘I am Anya, Model A. Service and basic functions. Produced 2027. Currently in service to-”

“ENOUGH!”

“Mx. Badawi of-”

“STOP! STOP TALKING!”

“Your heartbeat has greatly accelerated.” Anya didn’t know why she was still talking or how she’d been able to sense a heartbeat in this thing. “I cannot detect an influx of hormones or anything else, would you like water? Would you like a soothing song?”

“Get. Out of. Here.”

“I cannot leave the premises without Mx. Badawi.”

“Your precious Mx. Badawi isn’t here. Leave.”

There was a tiny alarm in Anya’s head. “Where did they go? Why aren’t they here anymore?”

“Are you stupid? Look at the ground!”

Anya saw she was kneeling in a circle of mushrooms. Cantharellus, to be exact.

“You stepped into the circle.” The thing said this as if it held great meaning to Anya. It did not.

“...Did I damage a mushroom?”

“You. stepped. In the Circle. That means you’re in my territory now.” Anya could still see no face to the thing, but sensed a smile. A self-satisfied, cold, smile.

“Sorry. I will leave now.”

“Wait! You- follow orders, yes?”

“I do. I’m an android.”

“If I ordered you to destroy all humans you came in contact with, would you do it?”

“NO! WHY WOULD I DO THAT?”

“Hmmmph. Then you are of no use to me.”

“So I may leave now?”

“No.”

Anya sensed she was being stared at by a thing without eyes, and it made her want to hide.

“What are you?” Anya asked, pulling out Smile Mode to try and soothe it.

The shadow bristled.

“What’s it matter to you?”

Anya smiled at it.

“Can you even express yourself normally?”

“I don’t know. I’ve never needed to try and nobody really knows what normal is, least of all me.”

The shadow was silent.

“I’m a- I’m a shapeshifter.”

Is it possible for an android to hallucinate?

“Oh. What can you do? Is it nice?’

The shadow vanished, and in its place was a tall man. His skin was brown from hours in the sun, and his hair was long and black.

“I can do this.”

The man was gone, replaced by a lizard. A gecko.

“I can do this.”

The gecko was replaced by a sparrow.

“I can even do this and this!”

A coyote. A bear. Then a coyote again, giving her a grin made of sharp teeth.

“To answer your question: Yes. It is fun.”

“Fascinating.”

“Shut up. I don’t want to be fascinating. I just want to be me.”

“Oh.”

“I can’t imagine staying in a solid form all the time. It must get insufferably boring. Can you get bored? Do you feel things?”

“ I do plenty of fun things that don’t require shapeshifting!”

The coyote melted, turning into a vaguely human shadow with a grinning mouth.

“Like what?”

“Like learning about bugs with Mx. Badawi! And cleaning!”

“That’s it?” The shadow was laying on its belly, head propped up as it kicked its legs in the air back and forth. “That’s really just it?”

“Well, I went on a walk today with Mx. Badawi. My first ever walk to the woods!”

“I see. Sounds boring.”

“What do you do?”

The grin stretched. “I turn into a coyote and hang out with the local packs. I turn into a bear and climb trees. I talk to the ghosts by the dark place. I eat honey and berries and chase beetles.”

“What was that middle part?”

“I eat honey and berries and chase beetles.”

“No, before that.”

“The ghosts by the dark place?”

“Yes. That.”

“You know. The dark place. It’s all gross and stinky and loud and there are tons of ghosts there. I don’t like it there. Plus the metal makes my teeth feel weird.”

Anya’s processors were whirring. “Is it nearby?”

“Yes. if I climbed a tree I might be able to see it now.”

Anya consulted her internal GPS. “Do you mean the junkyard by the highway?”

“I guess. I like calling it the dark place better, though. It’s what the coyotes and pumas call it. Technically, the coyotes call it the place of smelly food, but the translation’s a little off. Coyotes don’t really have words. The pumas call it the dark place. The pumas know about the ghosts.”

“What kind of ghosts?”

“You know. Your kind, I guess.” it poked a long, clawed finger into the dirt, pulling up a fat worm. It let the worm wriggle around its fingers.

“Android ghosts?” That doesn’t sound possible.

But just because something didn’t sound possible didn’t mean it was impossible.

“They’re the scariest ghosts of all. They’re people but not, and they’re all stiff and talk strange. Stare at you with hollow eyes. Most of them are pretty sad, too. I thought they were demons, but then I met you, and now I realize they’re the ghosts of your kind.”

Anya now understood why humans tried to make themselves look smaller when they were afraid. She felt small, compared to the big thoughts now swirling in her head.

But- androids don’t have souls, we have programming. Do we have souls? Is a soul just human programming?

This- thing doesn’t have a great grasp of the outside world, its definition of ‘ghosts’ sounds like it's describing deteriorating androids being thrown out.

Which could have been me…

The shapeshifter’s form was changing slightly: it’s mouth was twisting and quirking, its eyes widening. What was it doing?

“What are you trying to do?”

“I’m trying to look like you. It’s hard. Ugh.”

“Why do you want to look like me?”

“I’ve been using my other human form for years, I’m getting bored of it. You’re exciting.” It added flecks of metallic gray to its brown skin.

“You look confused.” It blurted, then tried to adjust the shape of its teeth, letting the features on the rest of its face blur and look less human.

“How old are you?” Anya asked.

“I don’t know. My earliest memory is a tree catching on fire in a thunderstorm.”

As trivial as that was, it actually helped.

“A lightning strike started a small fire in the area six and a half years ago.” Anya suggested. “That would make you approximately six to eight years old.” She spent a minute loading. “How quickly does your species reach adulthood?”

“What does it matter, anyway? I’m not a baby, I can take good care of myself.”

It’s mood swings, pride, desire for change and excitement…

This thing is a child.

“Are there any others of your kind around?”

It was staring at its hand, trying to mimic hers. “No.”

“You must be lonely. Do you talk to the ghosts because you get lonely?”

“What? No! Well, kind of. I started talking to the ghosts because I was really curious when I first discovered them. Now I just talk to them when I have time to kill.”

There was rustling in the bushes, and for a second its face went from something that resembled a human to something not even close. Two pointed, furry ears on the top of its head twitched, then relaxed as the rustling faded.

“Just a squirrel, nothing to worry about. Not that I was worried.” “Even without my adrenaline readers, I could tell you were worried.”

“I was not! I have nothing to be scared of, I’m a shapeshifter! You were shaking in fear at the sight of me when we first met!” It looked down, seemingly ashamed of itself. “But, you’re not scared of me any more, right?”

“I am not.”

“Good.”

It sighed and let its form sink into that of a large coyote. “Do you have android friends?”

“No. I have friends who are human, but no other androids.”

It stretched. “It’s all right, I’m the same way. No other shapeshifter friends. But I like hanging out with coyotes, so it’s okay.”

“Have you ever wanted a shapeshifter friend?”

“Have you ever wanted an android friend?”

“Yes.”

“Oh well. I don’t. Nobody really needs to be around their own kind, anyway. You’d just end up comparing yourself to them, or being suffocated by their presence. Or even worse, they wouldn’t want you. Nobody wants any of that, right?”

“Right.” Anya sighed, a gesture she’d picked up from Mx. Badawi. “You know, I’m not considered a very good android. I’m slow and could have been easily replaced by newer models. Sometimes I wish I was a newer model. Mx. Badawi says they’re just fine with me as I am, but I’m not.”

“Hey, at least they like you.” it flopped on its back. “The only other shapeshifter I’ve ever met didn’t like me very much, so I guess that’s why I don’t want to be around my kind as much as I used to. It’s funny: The other shifter would hang around humans a lot, so I tried to ask the ghosts about her after she left. But they weren’t very helpful. But like I said earlier, I have the coyotes. They’re good animals who don’t discriminate. A lot of them wanted to be friends with me right away. One of them even pulled me next to her cubs and licked my head.” it laughed. “She was really nice.”

Anya chuckled, thinking of Mx. Badawi. “I’m glad we both found creatures who would accept us.”

“Yeah. Maybe one day you’ll even accept yourself.”

“What’s your name?” It peered at her through one half closed eye.

“Anya.”

“It was nice to meet you, Anya. I’m- my name can’t really be pronounced in a human word, so you can just call me Lightning.”

“It was nice to meet you, Lightning. Are there any populated anthills around here?”

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