#and it leapt out and ran behind the boxes

[thedreadvampy]

mouse 🥲

#red said #was sitting in the living room and saw it running around in the hall #then just now i was going upstairs to bed and there was this wild scrabble in the box of baubles under the stairs #and it leapt out and ran behind the boxes #i HATE having mice in the house cause you can't just ignore them but i LIKE mice as animals #i don't WANT to poison or trap them. they're not doing anything wrong. except they ARE kind of a health risk #but also. we live in a 200 year old building. ultimately Sometimes There Will Be Mice #but you gotta disincentivise them. make it easier for them to live in someone else's flat

[hsjazebel]

Passion in Tokyo*

Word count: 2280

A/n: just a japanrry fic

Content warning: smut, 18+, p in v, unprotected sex, creampie, daddy kink

Tokyo welcomed us with its orderly chaos and its frenetic beauty. As we walked through the crowded streets, Harry seemed to have a secret hiding behind his playful smile. I couldn’t figure out what he was up to, but his excitement was contagious and it made me feel like I was in the middle of an amazing adventure.

Every place we visited seemed to be carefully chosen by Harry, and every look, every gesture, was full of meaning. I wondered what he was up to, but I didn’t dare ask him, fearing to ruin the magic of the moment.

When we finally arrived at the Shinjuku Gyoen National Garden, the golden light of the sunset tinged the surrounding landscape with warmth. Harry seemed engrossed in his thoughts as my heart pounded as I waited to find out what he had in store for us.

As we walked through the garden, the rustling of the leaves and the sweet scent of the flowers created an enchanting atmosphere. Harry held my hand gently, but his gaze reflected silent determination. I wondered what he was thinking as we ventured deeper and deeper into the heart of the garden.

At a certain point, we came to a romantic little bridge that crossed a quiet lake. The sunset light danced on the water, creating golden reflections that illuminated our path. Harry stopped in front of the bridge, his gaze scanned the horizon with a mixture of emotion and serenity.

My heart began to beat faster in my chest as I wondered what was about to happen. It was as if time had stopped, leaving just the two of us in a moment suspended in eternity. With a sigh, I turned to Harry, ready to face whatever fate had in store for us.

The tension in the air was palpable as we exchanged meaningful glances. Harry took a deep inhale and knelt in front of me, revealing a small box hidden in the palm of his hand. My heart leapt in my chest as my eyes filled with tears of joy and wonder.

“Y/n,” he said, his voice shaking, “ever since I met you, my life has changed in ways I never imagined. You are my light, my smile, my everything. I can't imagine spending a just a moment without you by my side. I would like to ask you... would you like to marry me?"

My hands trembled as I opened the box, revealing a gorgeous, sparkling ring. My words were lost in the tumult of emotions overflowing inside me. With a bright smile, I nodded slowly.

Harry looked at me with eyes bright with hope and love, and my breathing deepened as I watched him. The words hung in the air for an infinite moment, before they finally came out of my mouth with a sweetness I didn't know I possessed.

'Yes, Harry,' I replied with a trembling voice, 'yes, I want to spend the rest of my life with you.'

A smile of joy lit up Harry's face as he stood up and hugged me tightly. The weight of the box in his hand became a tangible sign of our commitment to each other, a symbol of our love that would last forever.

The sunset colored the sky with shades of pink and gold as we exchanged sweet promises and whispers of love. In that moment, the world around us seemed to disappear, leaving us alone in our universe of happiness and hope.

After accepting his proposal, the air around us seemed charged with electricity, as if every single molecule was impregnated with our newly recognized love. The erotic tension between us was palpable, a wave of desire that grew with each heartbeat.

We looked at each other intensely, without words, but with a profound understanding that went beyond verbal expressions. It was as if we were reading each other, revealing our innermost desires without having to utter a single word.

Slowly, our mouths came closer, attracted by an irresistible magnetism that bound us to each other. The first contact was delicate, a light touch that sent shivers along my skin. Then, the kiss became deeper, more passionate, as if we were to merge our souls into a single entity.

My hands ran down his body with a firm determination, exploring every curve, every line, as if I wanted to memorize every single detail of him. I felt the heat of his skin under my fingers, and my body burned with desire as I abandoned myself completely to him.

His lips were soft and hungry, devouring mine with an uncontainable passion. Our breaths mixed in a frenetic rhythm, as if we had to share the same oxygen to survive. It was a kiss that exuded desire, union and promises of endless love.

Our tongues intertwined in a sensual dance, exploring every corner of each other's mouths with insatiable curiosity. Every moan, every sigh, was an expression of our unquenchable passion, a language that only the two of us could understand.

In that moment, in the heart of Tokyo, under the starry blanket of the night sky, we had united not only as lovers, but as soul mates destined to walk the path of love and passion together.

After that intense moment of passion, Harry took a deep inhale, his eyes still burning with desire as he looked at me with affection. “Y/n,” he whispered huskily, “I think it's time to go to the hotel.”

His voice was full of promise and anticipation, and my heart was still beating fast in my chest as I nodded slowly, unable to speak due to the intensity of the emotions we had just shared.

With a knowing smile, we walked hand in hand towards the hotel, our pace impatient and full of expectations. Although the city around us was still in turmoil, our world was reduced to that moment, that place, the promise of a night of passion and shared love.

Once we arrive at the hotel, Harry gently closes the door behind us and turns to me with a look full of desire.

“How about waiting for daddy like a good girl on the bed?” he tells you in his usual low tone of voice.

You nod without saying anything and head to the bedroom that was separate from the rest of the suite.

You undress to just your underwear, already knowing that Harry will appreciate what you've done.

You wait what seems like a lifetime when Harry finally makes his way into the room. He has two glasses of white wine in his hand and has unbuttoned the first 4 buttons of his shirt, revealing some of his tattoos on his chest.

“I see you've been a good girl, waiting for dad only in your lingerie that he bought you” she tells you, letting out her usual mischievous smile and handing you a glass of wine.

You both take a sip from your glasses, then Harry takes yours from your hand and places both little holes on the nightstand next to the bed.

“I think it's time to celebrate.”

He lays you flat on your back and starts running his hands all over your body leaving wet kisses here and there.

“You know,” he says, they detach their mouths from your body, “when I bought this I already imagined how it would feel on you, but seeing it in person is a completely different thing. You're a fucking goddess.”

You stand there in silence, letting out a moan every now and then, it feels like your brain has turned to mush, the only thing you can think about is Harry.

Meanwhile he got dangerously close to the area where you need him most, and slowly takes off your black lace panties.

He inhales deeply as he uses his hands to open your legs. “You always smell good to me don't you? And always so wet! Who made you so wet?”

“You… it was you”

But Harry doesn't seem happy with your answer, giving you a light slap on the inside of your thigh. “I didn't hear, who made you wet?”

“You daddy, it was you!”

“Good girl,” he tells you, leaving a wet kiss near your crotch. “Since you were a good girl I think you deserved a present.”

With the help of his thumbs he opens your pussy lips, and smiles when he sees your clit already erect and smooth with your excitement.

He doesn't wait a second longer and dives into your pussy, licking your clit first, making tight circles with his tongue, and then he draws licks that go from your hole to your clit.

Harry was so good at giving head, the best you've ever been with. The little grunts he let out when he tasted your nectar straight from the source turned you on even more.

With his hands you grab his hair and pull him closer to you as you ride his face.

In the room the only noises that can be heard are your moans and the wet sound of Harry's tongue meeting your pussy.

He moves his mouth away from your center and you moan at the loss of contact. “I think she's ready to take daddy's cock now, don't you?”

“Yes, yes daddy, I need you, I need your cock.”

Smiling at your words Harry quickly strips off his clothes and you can finally see his cock, standing with the red tip already dripping with precome.

“How do you want me, pretty girl?”

“I want to be on top.”

“Go pretty girl, ride me.”

Harry sits on the bed with his back against the headboard of the bed, spreading his legs slightly and stroking his cock.

You slowly sit on his cock, it was big and long and despite the several years you were together at the beginning you always had a little difficulty taking it.

“Such a tight pussy for daddy, isn't it? You always hold me so good.” Harry tells you, looking at the place where the two of you are connected.

When you sit on his hips, with his cock buried deep inside you, both of you moan enjoying this moment of intimacy.

After you adjust to the size of him you start to move on top of him, placing your hands on his pecs for leverage, but Harry takes your left hand and kisses your ring finger, where the ring is placed.

“You look so beautiful, riding me naked with just this sparkly ring. I still can't believe you said yes to me."

You smile at his words. “I will always say yes Harry, today, tomorrow and always”

He crosses your left hand with his, and with his other hand he takes you from behind the neck and dives on your lips, bringing you to a kiss full of love and passion.

He feels your hips start to slow down and he can tell you're getting tired, so he places your hips flat on the bed and meets your hips with upward thrusts.

You moan into his mouth in response, and he brings his hands to the cheeks of your ass, first leaving two smacks, and then taking a cheek in each hand and starts railing you harder.

“God, you feel so fucking good” he moans in your ear.

The sounds in the room were highly pornographic, the noise of your wet pussy being pummeled by Harry's cock was the only sound that could be heard, other than your moans and a few grunts from Harry.

“I feel your pussy squeezing me, are you ready to come for me love?” he tells you gently, a stark contrast to the thrusts inside you.

“Uh… yes, I need to come, make me come daddy please, I want to come with you” you whine.

“You know what the rule is, love, you come first. So come on, let me feel that pussy coming holding me so hard.

With three more thrusts from Harry you finally feel your orgasm hit you like a train. Your legs begin to tremble and you feel the muscles in your abdomen contract.

“Just such a beautiful girl, cumming so hard on daddy's cock. Do you want me to fill you with my cum? Is that what you want?"

You nod frantically as you catch your breath. “Yes daddy, I want you to fill me with your cum, I want to feel full.”

And so after a few more thrusts you feel Harry's hot sperm filling your insides, and you stop with your head on his chest listening to the pounding rhythm of his heart. Our breaths mix in a relaxed rhythm, as we enjoy the stillness after the passion.

“You are so special to me, Y/n,” Harry murmurs in a soft voice, his fingers gently stroking my hair.

I hold myself closer to him, his warmth wrapping around my body like a security blanket. “And you mean everything to me, Harry,” I reply with a tender smile. “I couldn't have imagined a better night.”

We get lost in our thoughts, relaxed and fulfilled by the deep connection we share. The air around us is filled with a sense of peace and serenity, as if the whole world had stopped to allow us to enjoy this moment of happiness.

With a delicate kiss on the forehead, Harry holds me even closer, and I close my eyes, completely immersing myself in the feeling of being loved and protected in his arms. In that moment, there is nothing but the two of us and our love, an island of calm and happiness amid the chaos of the outside world.

#harry styles #harry styles fic #harry styles smut #harry styles blog #harry styles x reader #harry styles x yn #harry styles x you #harry styles imagine #harry styles fanfic #harry styles fluff #japanrry

[maxsimagination]

Hope you have a good day,could you do a Hayley Raso one were reader gets injured and Haley gets overprotective but after that she comes over and checks if your alright? Thankyou:)

𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙩𝙤𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙝𝙚𝙧 - 𝙝.𝙧𝙖𝙨𝙤

warnings: major injury (concussion, mention of blood), angry!hayley, mancity!hayley

a/n: no hate to chelsea or its players, it’s just for the fic

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chelsea vs manchester city.

the two strongest sides in the super league.

all the passion and power both teams had was coming to a head today, in the cup final.

to say i was nervous was an understatement, it wasn’t my first major game with the club but i got the jitters before every important fixture.

gareth had published the starting lineup yesterday at training, which i’d immediately looked over and noted that he’d put me in first. starting at centre back, lucky number eight.

when we arrived at the stadium, there was people all around in the stands. you could hear the crowd, not yelling, but the sheer amount of them made all the talking reverberate and was heard from the changing rooms.

eventually, we all ran out to start warm up, spending time running basic drills, gareth shouting instructions here and there, psyching ourselves up to play in our biggest game yet.

you could hear over the loudspeakers throughout the stadium, they announced each player one by one, as we each came up on the big screen. when we were called back into the tunnel, hayley came up next to me, bumping my shoulder with a grin.

“you excited?”

“yea, you could say that. nerves are buzzing in my stomach though.”

her laugh was light and sweet, her eyes sparkling with humour.

“you’ll do great. best centre back we’ve got.”

i could feel the blush spread on my cheeks. it was then that gareth herded us all in the change room, wanting to give us a pre match pep talk.

“go out there and crush them, girls. we got this.”

with one last cheer, we all walked out, the starting eleven lining up behind steph houghton, the experienced defender leading us out.

when we first kicked off it wasn’t an exciting start.

i didn’t get much ball time within the first ten minutes, kiera and georgia kept the ball up in the middle, occasionally passing back to defense who promptly kicked it back up.

chelsea’s first break came in the 25’ minute with sam kerr. she was lightning fast and had the ability to head in goals from anywhere.

lauren james had given her an amazing pass from the mid, and kerr was bolting for the ball down the left wing. i knew that jen was meant to be there, but she was too far up the field to make it back and still defend.

that’s where i came in, sliding along the grass to kick the ball away from sam’s foot at the last moment. it was a brilliant save, if i did say so myself, and ellie in goal was punching the air at my moves.

finally, we broke the stalemate, kiera landed an unexpected but amazing shot from outside the box. it was 1-0 to man city.

the whistle blew for half time shortly after and i dragged myself down the tunnel. chelsea was definitely making us work for it.

a fifteen minute break only seemed like five when we had to walk back out there. gareth had subbed hayley onto the field to play in striker, hoping we had another lucky break.

quite the opposite happened, however.

chelsea had the ball up our end, before it was tackled away; they had a corner kick. guro took that shot, and props to her because it curved beautifully. i had leapt up to header the ball away, but at the same time, lauren james was there.

her body had smashed into mine, knocking me back. however, it wasn’t the crash itself that had caused damage. when i had fallen back i was too close to the goal and my head had been hit on the metal post.

i heard the crack, and an audible gasp, although i couldn’t determine who that came from. a wave of pain consumed my body, from my head down. the first thing i did was reach a hand up to my head. when my fingers pulled away, the tips were covered in blood.

my blood.

i could barely make out what was happening around me, it was a fight to keep my eyes open and my ears were ringing, but what i did see was hayley going toe-to-toe with lauren james.

the medics had reached us then, but for me it was already too late, i closed my eyes and let my vision go black.

hayley was almost screaming in lauren’s face, this was her fault, she pushed me into the goal post and now i was unconscious. our teammates had to physically restrain her before things got out of hand. the ref handed lauren a yellow card for her dangerous play and hayley got a warning for her words.

i was stretchered off the field and taken in ambulance to the nearest hospital before the girls could restart their game.

when i woke up, the first thing i noticed was the white room. everywhere i looked there was white. then i saw hayley sitting next to me. i didn’t know how long she’d been there, but she was currently asleep in the chair so my guess was long enough.

hayley had always been a light sleeper, so when i moved my hand, it was no surprise that she woke up immediately.

“you’re awake.”

she stood up and called for the nurse. a younger woman walked into the room with a clipboard and some paperwork.

“yn yln?”

“yea-a.”

my voice was all croaky from not having spoken in a while.

“how are you feeling? took quite the fall on the pitch today.”

i didn’t have a clue what she was talking about so i just answered the question.

“my head hurts a bit. i don’t remember anything happening. what happened?”

hayley was the first to speak up this time, recounting what had happened on the pitch earlier.

“your head was whacked against the goal post.”

turns out i’d split my head open, even if it was only a little bit, and gotten a concussion.

slowly i took in everything that had happened within the last couple of hours. i didn’t say anything just say in silence trying to process things.

the nurse ended up leaving after a bit, telling me i was free to go, as long as i had someone that could supervise me for a couple of days. that left me and hayley in the room alone again.

“i was so worried that you wouldn’t remember me.”

i don’t think she expected me to answer, or even hear what she said in the first place, but i knew.

“i wouldn’t forget you, ribbons. i’d never forget you.”

#woso #woso x reader #woso community #hayley raso #hayley raso x reader #hayley raso imagine

[genshingorlsrevengeance]

Can I please request Sara, Lumine, and Noelle watching their S/O run through a hoard ot monsters(with a noticeable straight tunnel through a mountain behind them) to give them the lunch they packed for the girl, tears in their eyes at the thought of them going hungry?

(Genshin Impact) Sara, Lumine, and Noelle's S/O bringing them a packed lunch

Me omw to get stabbed by 400 treasure hoarders just to bring Sara a bowl of rice:

Sara hears rapid footsteps approaching her, which she responds by readying her bow, about to let loose an arrow to whatever dumb monster thought they could ambush her-

(S/O) "SARA!"

Sara falters when she realizes its S/O's footsteps they heard.

Many of the soldiers under her command raise their weapons on instinct, but quickly lowering it once they see who it is.

(Soldier) "Halt! What business do you have with the general?"

(S/O) "S-Sorry, I forgot to give her food for the road!"

Many of the soldiers looked at each other in confusion, and Sara could not resist doing the same.

They had departed the city nearly an hour ago.

In fact, they had taken a path through a mountain that was previously crawling with monsters not a moment ago before their arrival.

There were still some monsters crawling around. How the hell did they get here?

Sara awkwardly clears her throat, trying to not blush in front of her own men as she accepts the bento box, filled with cutely shaped rice balls in the form of small animals.

(Sara) "T-Thank you, S/O. This was not needed, but it is appreciated nevertheless."

Now she was absolutely failing to contain the blush as they smiled, wiping away a singular tear.

(S/O) "Thank goodness I managed to catch you in time! Stay safe, Sara. Everyone else too!"

(Soldier) "Thanks...?"

(Sara) "Wait, there's monsters crawling around back there! You can't just-"

S/O dashed back through the tunnel, every monster just seemingly ignoring them on the way back, despite the fact Sara and the other soldiers were ready to jump back in at a moment's notice.

They just...ignored them.

(Sara) "...We continue our march. And no one will utter a word about this incident. Understood?"

The soldiers immediately straightened their backs.

(Soldiers) "Yes, general!"

Lumine's hand readies itself to knock back the attacker with Anemo before hearing a familiar voice.

(S/O) "Lumine, wait!"

(Paimon) "The heck, S/O!?"

Lumine and Paimon turn around and find S/O nearly out of breath, holding a bag.

(S/O) "I forgot to give you this before you left!"

(Lumine) "...Oh, our lunch! Thanks S/O-...Wait a dang second, how the heck did you pass by the...?-"

The two looked at the tunnel behind them.

Yup, still absolutely crawling in slimes. Did they just dodge all that?

(S/O) "I thought you'd be hungry out there and I couldn't bear the thought!"

Lumine noticed they wiped away a tear, which softened her heart a little.

(Lumine) "Hah, you're a sweetheart, you know that?"

(Paimon) "And also crazy! We were dogpiled in there, don't tell Paimon you were following us the entire time!"

(S/O) "Alright, I'll see you at home!"

(Lumine) "WAIT!-"

S/O gracefully dodged every slime that leapt at them without even batting an eye, taking a light jog back to their home, leaving the two speechless.

(Lumine) "...I think we need to take dodging lessons from them."

(Noelle) "An attacker?"

Noelle's greatsword materializes into her hands and just as she's about to spin around and split them in half-

(S/O) "Noelle, you forgot your lunch!"

Noelle's eyes widen in surprise and she stops herself mid swing, tumbling over and catching herself by stabbing the blade suddenly into the ground.

(Noelle) "S/O?! How in the world did you get here?!"

Noelle was handed a cutely wrapped box in green cloth by a smiling S/O.

(S/O) "I just ran and caught up! You're really fast, you know that?"

Noelle leaned to her left, seeing the tunnel she had exited.

There were Ruin Guard in there! The only reason Noelle got through unscathed was because she was built different her vision protected her!

Why and how did S/O get through that without getting hurt?!

(Noelle) "Dear, thank you for giving me this, but-"

(S/O) "I don't think I could've gone through the rest of the day if I knew you were gonna be starving."

They wiped away a tear before nodding in content.

(S/O) "I'll see you back at home, dinner will be ready by then!"

S/O waved goodbye cheerfully and ran straight back.

Noelle's heart dropped and she dashed after them.

(Noelle) "Goodness me, S/O! PLEASE WAIT!"

#genshin impact imagines #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact headcanons #kujou sara x reader #lumine x reader #noelle genshin impact x reader #sara kujou #lumine genshin impact #noelle genshin impact

[savanaclaw1996]

The King of my Heart-Leona Kingscholar x Fem! Reader (TwstOber 2022)

Day 6: Crown. From the TwstOber2022 prompt list from @raven-at-the-writing-desk. Enjoy!

Warnings: mentions of Chapter 2 spoilers!

Word Count: 1,007 words.

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Leona sometimes wondered why he was even born into royalty. If one is born a royal, that meant that they could be treated with the utmost respect, right? Well, Farena, his older brother, got that respect, so why not he? He was also born a royal. It just wasn’t fair. But, then again, life isn’t always fair.

"Life is determined for you from the moment that you're born, it doesn't matter how much you try to change it." Those were the words he told himself, and he believed them. If no one is going to respect or admire you, no matter how hard you work to make yourself appealing, why even bother trying to prove yourself?

Leona was lying on that certain one patch of grass under the tree in the Botanical Garden that's reserved just for him. It has been a week since his Overblot episode, and he was still slightly weak from it. He was still recovering from his Overblot episode and the rest of the dorms beating him up.

The Magift Tournament really took a lot out of him. But it still didn’t feel like it was enough. He did tell (Y/N) when they were in the infirmary that he would give it his all at the next Magift Tournament, but the vines grown from the seeds of doubt planted in his heart started to ensnare themselves around it.

"Would I really be able to give it my all next time?" he asked himself as he slowly opened his eyes as he looked at the sunlight shining through the Botanical Garden’s domed roof. "If Malleus wins the Tournament again, then what worth am I?"

He let out a heavy sigh as he turned to his side and shut his eyes, driving those heavy thoughts out from his mind and getting ready to snooze, when...

"Unca Leona!” a child’s voice yelled loudly, making Leona jolt in his spot. That screeching voice...! "Oh, no..." he groaned as he facepalmed in dismay. "Not him...!" Sure enough, a little lion child appeared from the bushes and ran up to him. He leapt and landed on Leona’s stomach, making him wheeze.

"There you are, Unca Leona!" Cheka said with a bright, happy smile on his sweet, cherubic face. Leona recovered from the pain and glowered at his screech-box of a nephew.

"How did you know I was here, furball?" he asked grouchily. "Did Ruggie tell you I was here?" Cheka shook his head. "Nope. Auntie (Y/N) said so. She took me here to find you." he said, pointing at the person appearing from behind the bushes.

"Cheka was wondering where you were, so I took him to find you. Ruggie-san told me you'd be here." you said, smiling. Leona scoffed as he rolled his eyes. Of course Ruggie would tell you and Cheka where he would be.

"I brought a little gift for you. Grim and I made it." you said as you knelt down beside Leona. "I helped her!" Cheka added proudly. "Oh? What is it?" Leona asked, raising an eyebrow.

You placed your backpack on the grass and took something out from it. It was a white cardboard box. You then placed the box on the grass, opened it. You reached your hands into the box and pulled out a little circlet. It was made of copper wire with gems looped inside and vines with purple flowers adorned the wire, providing the finishing touch.

"What’s that?" Leona asked, looking at the circlet in your hand. "Stay still for me, please." you replied. Leona obliged as he sat still. His ears twitched as you gingerly placed the object on his head. A few purple petals fell to the ground.

"There you go. Don’t you look regal?" you said with a playful smile as you looked at Leona's new look. Cheka clapped his hands in delight. "Unca Leona looks so handsome!" he exclaimed. Leona raised his hand and gently touched the flowers on his circlet. "Okay, what's the deal?" he asked in annoyance. "I'm not in the mood to play your silly little game, herbivore."

"Leona, I just gave you a crown." you replied. Leona froze as he turned to look at you. "A crown?" he asked. You nodded. "Yep. I got the copper wire from Sam's Mystery Shop, the gems I got from the Dwarf's mine, and the purple flowers I plucked from the woods near campus." you replied.

"Cheka came and helped me tie the vines on the wire." you said. "Those purple flowers are purple heliotropes. They represent eternal love and loyalty. Leona-senpai, that crown is a symbol of my undying loyalty to you. Even if you can’t be a real king, you’ll forever be the king of my heart."

"Huh... Is that so?" Leona hummed as he looked at you, his annoyed expression slowly becoming that of fondness. Despite everything that had happened, him Overblotting and nearly turning everything and everyone into sand, you leapt in without a single trace of fear and pulled him out from the inky depths of despair, thus saving his life.

Even when he wanted to nap, (Y/N) would tell him to attend his classes. She had complete faith that he could achieve something, that he could be more than a second-born prince.

He then looked at his nephew. Cheka will one day inherit the throne of the Sunset Savanna; thus, he will have the crown. While your creation may not be a real crown of royalty, your heartfelt declaration and gift were enough to make the vines of doubt wrapped around his heart to wither away.

He smiled. "Thanks, herbivore. I appreciate it." he said as he looked at you fondly. You smiled sweetly. "You're welcome." you reply. He then turned to Cheka. "Thanks, furball." he said, tousling his hair. Cheka smiled.

He then placed a tender kiss on his uncle's cheek, making Leona blush. "You're welcome, Unca. I love you lots." Cheka replied. Leona just scoffed. "Yeah, yeah." he said dismissively. But still, he truly adores his nephew.

#twisted wonderland #twst #leona kingscholar #disney twisted wonderland #leona kingscholar x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #disney twst #twst leona #twstober 2022 #twstober

[polutrope]

Amrod threatens Elrond and Elros by @runawaymun

Illustration for my fic And Love Grew commissioned by my dear friend @melestasflight. I am so grateful to them both for this chillingly beautiful, emotional piece that truly captures the horror of the scene.

Snippet below the cut.

A former follower of Amrod speaks to Maedhros and Maglor of what he witnessed on the cliffs near Sirion:

“My lord, he flung his sword about with such abandon, such hate, that I thought he might slay one of us, or himself. But it was thus stumbling into the night outside the city that he caught sight of a small group mounting the hills in the distance. Suddenly returned to himself, Lord Amrod commanded, ‘After them!’ We gave chase, but Lord Amrod ran so swiftly, as if driven by a fire within, and the men with us were weary and injured, so that all but myself fell behind. I was with him when he caught up to those we pursued, where the hills begin to rise and drop steeply into the sea, where you saw...”

Orfion paused, working his jaw around his next words.

“It was the Lady Elwing with her children and a woman-servant and their guard. I knew him for a warrior of Gondolin by his livery. He turned to engage us, but Lord Amrod paid him no mind. Swift as a hawk, he had snatched the children before the Lady or her servant were aware of him. And dropping to his knees and holding both terrified boys to his chest he held his sword to their throats.

“‘Hand over the Silmaril and they will live,’ he said. One of the children squirmed and a line of blood bloomed wet on his throat. There was no feint in Amrod’s voice. None dared to move or speak for a long moment. Then the servant spoke first, denying that her lady had the jewel with her. Lord Amrod laughed. ‘Of course you have it,’ he replied. ‘In that box you are clutching. Was it that very same in which you smuggled our birthright out of Doriath, where my brothers died in vain? Hand it over or I will slit your children’s throats.’ But Elwing had already silenced the other woman, and she drew the necklace out of the box. I thought she might hand it over, but she clasped it about her neck.

“Its light, my lord — I could scarcely breathe for the beauty of it, and the terror of the Lady wearing it. There were tears on her face that had been hidden by the darkness, and they now shone like little streams in the moonlight. I have never feared darkness before, my lord, but I did then. I fear I will evermore shun the night, having seen that light.”

Tears had gathered in Orfion’s eyes, and he sputtered to a halt. “Please forgive me, lords, I am not one prone to weeping, but the memory— it is impossible not to weep. I do not know why.”

“I do,” said Maglor. Compassion for the simple soldier who had become entangled in their doom warred with envy: it ought to have been him there, and Maedhros, looking upon the Silmaril’s light. Maglor would not have let it slip through his hands.

Orfion collected himself. “Even Lord Amrod was struck dumb,” he said, as if in answer to Maglor’s guilty thought, “and in his moment of faltering the children nearly escaped his grasp. Elwing lurched forward then, but he clutched them closer. He bared his teeth. ‘Hand it over!’ he commanded. She did not speak. She gazed long at her children, as if speaking to them mind-to-mind. She touched the Silmaril on her breast, and for a moment I thought she would remove it. Then a fell cold light washed over the Lady’s face, and she spoke, quiet but hard, in the tongue of Men.

“And then she turned and raced to the cliff’s edge. She leapt, and as she fell she loosed a horrible cry. The light of the jewel glowed along the precipice — and then it was gone.

“All was a confusion of shouts and fighting. The woman-servant screamed her Lady’s name and ran to the cliff’s edge. The guard commanded her to stop, and there was a struggle between them — I saw little of it, for Lord Amrod had risen to his feet and held again the edge of his sword to the throat of one of the children, who stood altogether still. The other wailed, and Lord Amrod drew his dagger and swung it at him. Rising and holding both blades aloft, he cursed them, saying that he would take them both with him. And then suddenly he dropped his weapons and crouched down before them and embraced them, and he murmured that he would save them, that he would spare them the burden— the burden of living.”

Orfion choked back the last words. “Then the guard leapt at Amrod, and dragged him to his feet — but as he did, Amrod drove his dagger deep into his thigh, and the man stumbled, and Amrod dropped the dagger and seized him by the neck. ‘I do not want to kill you, old friend,’ he spat. ‘Stand down, Galdor. This is not your fight.’ Then he threw the man to the ground. Amrod turned on the children again and then — my lord, I was certain he would slay them, and I could not bear it.

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#amrod #elrond #elros #third kinslaying #*and love grew

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Poseidon's demi-god child is now named "Umiko" (child of the sea) While her hero name is "Maris" (based on the latin phrase "Stella Maris"! meaning star of the sea) Anyways, can I have Poseidon's reaction to his demi-god child having some admirers? (aka all of class 1-A just having a crush on her) Like part of him is proud that she's attracting people but another part of him is like "Must.Protect.Not.Worthy". Poseidon is a total girl dad, I'm calling it-

-The portal opened in Valhalla and Zeus lit up, “Umiko!!” you beamed brightly, looking so unlike your stoic father, “Uncle Zeusy~~!!” the two of you embraced warmly.

-Poseidon rolled his eyes lightly, trying to hide that he was amused, “Must you two do this every time Umiko comes over?”

-You both turned in unison, still hugging, Zeus pouting, “I haven’t seen my cute little niece for her whole life! I’m making up for lost time!”

-Poseidon chuckled but tilted his cheek up as you pecked it in greeting before you moved to Hades who smiled warmly at you, embracing you.

-Zeus then took notice of the large bag by your side, “What’s that Umiko?” you grinned, setting the large bag down on the large table in the room, “Chocolate from Valentine’s Day!”

-You explained Valentine’s Day to them, as they didn’t know the holiday, while dumping out so many different boxes of chocolate, some handmade and some store bought, “I got way too many so I figured I would share with everyone here!”

-Zeus leapt up with a cheer, making you grin before you felt a dark aura behind you and you turned, seeing Poseidon glaring down at all the treats, “These are all from admirers?”

-You scratched your cheek, a bit embarrassed, “Yeah, most are from my classmates, but there are some from other classes, and a few upperclassmen too.”

-The three men froze, hearing this, that you were getting gifts from older boys before they turned to Poseidon, who was stone faced, but his fury was very apparent.

-Zeus, seeing this as a way to tease his brother, “So~ did you give anyone any chocolates?” Hades turned on his youngest brother, silently asking if he was crazy.

-You beamed brightly, “I did! I made cookies for everyone! I even have some for you guys!”

-Zeus cheered again as you pulled out three bags of beautifully wrapped chocolate chip cookies that were cut in the shapes of hearts, handing each of them one.

-Hades and Zeus both thanked you, but your father was still frozen as the door opened, revealing Ares, Hermes, Hercules, and Aphrodite, who all lit up, seeing you there.

-You immediately ran over and leapt into Ares’ arms, which made him tear up that you hugged him first as the others approached the table, seeing all the sweets.

-Ares bawled into his elbow, holding the bag of cookies you just gave to him like he just received the meaning for his life.

-Aphrodite poked Poseidon’s cheek, thinking it was amusing that he was frozen that you had so many admirers.

-When he finally broke, his hands were quickly on your shoulders, “They all like you, but do you like any of them?” you could hear his tone, one that only spelled out pain to whoever’s name you spoke.

-He instantly deflated when you grinned up at him, “I like all of my classmates, but only as friends. I’m not looking for romance at the moment.” He sunk into his chair, a hand over his eyes as he breathed a sigh of relief.

-Hermes then spoke, “Why do some of these say Maris?” you turned with a grin, your hands on your hips, “That’s my hero name, it’s derived from Stella Maris, or Star of the Sea! Most of the upperclassmen only know me by that name and not my actual name.”

-Hercules beamed down at you, as he was one of the proudest of you when he learned that you were training to be a hero.

-As everyone helped you eat the chocolates, your cheeks turned pink in bashfulness as they all told you that your cookies were the best, which made Poseidon smile, seeing you so happy.

-You breathed a tiny sigh of relief that you managed to fib to your father, as you didn’t want him to kill your crush, before you notice Aphrodite looking at you and she gave you a small grin and a wink, silently promising to keep your secret which made you smile warmly at her.

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader #ror poseidon #ror zeus #ror aphrodite #ror hades #ror hermes #ror heracles

[a-little-buggy]

Hello! I wrote an Assassin's Creed fanfic based on @sulfies' ideas about the bleeding effect! (Plus some other HCs that he has mentioned thrown in for flavor) He has SUCH amazing art, you should definitely check it out if you haven't yet! This was actually my first time writing fanfiction, so feedback would be greatly appreciated! Thank you, and I hope you enjoy!

Chased by Shadows

Word count: 2,699

Desmond raced through the streets of Firenze, bumping shoulders with people as he passed. Behind him, he could still hear the hurried steps of the guards. "Get back here! You'll suffer for this!"

He glanced back at his pursuers, but collided with a man carrying a heavy crate, which tumbled and busted on the ground. "Watch where you're going next time!"

"Scusami! I'm sorry!" Desmond kept running.

Ahead, he saw a stack of crates, leading to a number of poles and balconies. Surely the guards would be slow to follow. He leapt up, balancing himself briefly before taking another leap. Balance, leap, balance, leap, swing, balance; it was a comfortingly familiar rhythm. But Desmond was exhausted, and felt too at ease with the acrobatics. Relying on muscle memory that wasn't his. He reached for a clothesline, but it slipped from his fingers and he hit the ground.

He rolled enough that he wasn't hurt, (not badly), but the guards were nearly on top of him again. "Cazzo!" Desmond pulled himself to his feet, and was running again.

Ahead, the street was widening into a market. "Perhaps I can lose them in the crowd."

He slowed to mimic the flow of the people milling and shopping, weaving his way deeper into the stalls, always checking over his shoulder. The guards were always just behind him.

He passed through a group of monks, and turned again to check if he was still followed. The guards were further away now, but one of them turned and caught his eye. Desmond began backing away, preparing to bolt again, but squarely ran into someone.

He felt a hand on his shoulder. He readied his blade.

"Are you alright, mi amico?"

Desmond wheeled around. "Ezio?" He breathed a sigh of relief. "Dio mio, it is good to see you! Can you help rid me of these guards?"

"What guards?" Ezio peered into the sea of faces.

"They've been chasing me all morning!" Desmond grabbed Ezio's arm, ushering him through the masses, barely steps ahead of his tormentors.

"Follow me then." Ezio took the lead, weaving and wending through the crowd, until they reached the edge of the marketplace. Here, the rows of houses began again. Ezio planted his foot on a windowsill, then leaped upwards. He climbed hand over hand, from the window, to the balcony, the banister, the roof. Desmond followed close behind, mirroring his movements exactly.

The two bounded between the rooftops. Desmond kept his gaze focused on Ezio's movements, but behind him, he heard the continued protests of the guardsmen.

"Up ahead!" Ezio quickly rounded a corner, and by the time Desmond had done the same, he barely caught a glimpse of Ezio's boots disappearing under the sheet of a rooftop garden. Desmond leaped in after him. He hadn't slowed down enough, but fortunately, Ezio grabbed hold of him before he could crash into the opposing wall.

The two assassins sat there, sheltering in the shaded box, waiting with hitched breath. Desmond could hear footsteps, murmers, "Did you see where they went?"

"Well," Ezio said, as he started dusting himself off. "That should take care of -"

"Shh!" Desmond slapped his hand over Ezio's mouth and rose a finger to his own. "They'll hear you!"

Ezio glared at him, but frustration was quickly replaced by perplexion and concern. He gently removed Desmond's hand, then clasped it in his own. He entwined their fingers together, staring fixatedly at the blackened hand, as if by some strange. . . burn? Ezio returned his gaze to meet Desmond's, then gestured his head towards the curtain, mouthing, "I'll check." He released the seemingly charred fingers, giving them one last reassuring stroke, then crept over to peer from a corner. He shifted and peeked out another corner, and then another curtain. Finally, he stood up.

"We are the only ones on this rooftop." Ezio looked down at Desmond, who was sat in the corner, wringing his hands. In an attempt to lighten the atmosphere, Ezio gave him a sly smirk and added, "Unless those pigeons are the pursuers you spoke of."

"I. . . I was. . ." Desmond shook his head, then rose to his feet to look for himself. The rooftops were empty. He gave a deep sigh, then straightened up. "Bene," He said, as he started dusting himself off. "Those lurido porci must have finally given up!" Ezio was still staring, and it was starting to make his skin crawl. "What is it?"

"I do not intend to seem rude, but. . ." Ezio trailed off, then leaned back against a corner post, folding his arms. "Have you always spoken Italiano?"

Desmond scoffed. "Of course I have!" He said, gesturing furiously. "Why wouldn't I speak my own-"

Oh.

Desmond slumped back down into the corner. He began wringing his hands again. His hands. Then why didn't they feel like his?

Ezio knelt down in front of Desmond, and lifted his face towards the dim light. "You look tired, Desmond. When is the last time you really slept?"

"I dunno. . ." Desmond shook his head, then gave a weak chuckle. "What year is it?"

"Not the answer I was looking for." Ezio's hand still rested on Desmond's cheek, his thumb gently stroking the other man's chin. Ezio lingered, seemingly lost in his thoughts. "Exhaustion can do funny things to a man."

"But don't fret, mi amore." Ezio lowered his hand, now playfully tapping Desmond's chest. "I know where to find the very best beds in this city!" And with this, Ezio rose, and doing a triumphant turn thrust open a curtain.

"I can't say I'm surprised," Desmond responded, and reached his hand up. Ezio in turn clasped Desmond's forearm, and pulled him to his feet, the two colliding slightly.

Ezio again held open the curtain, and with an overly dramatic bow held out his hand and said, "After you."

Desmond rolled his eyes. "Such a gentleman." He took Ezio's and climbed over the low wall. Ezio climbed out after, and they made their way back down to the streets.

Ezio led the way, making idle conversation as they went. "Now, normally, I would be going to La Rosa Colta, but if the intention is to actually sleep, there is a lovely inn a little further to the east, where. . ."

Desmond couldn't stay focused on what Ezio was saying. The streets were too busy; too many faces and voices. They all blurred together, taking on shapes that were old and familiar. He would have sworn that he caught a glimpse of Lucy. Or that he saw Rebecca sitting on a bench. Had Shaun just called his name? He turned around to look, but all of these people were strangers. His friends were not to be found here.

Someone grabbed his arm, and he flinched.

"You're lucky I didn't wander off without you." Ezio started to scowl at Desmond, but abandoned it quickly, instead examining Desmond's arm. "I. . . didn't hurt you, did I?"

"No! No, 'course not." Desmond pulled away, and rubbed the back of his neck. "I just. . . I'm feeling pretty out of it. That's all." He pleaded to whatever powers may be that if his eyes were wet, Ezio wouldn't notice.

"Well, I would hate to lose you in this crowd," Ezio said, taking Desmond's hand.

Desmond wished he could feel it, could take comfort in the sensation of Ezio's fingers wrapped around his own, but his charred skin had lost all feeling. As they walked through the busy streets, Desmond couldn't help but feel disconnected from this world. As though he wasn't really a part of it, or wasn't even really here. Some piece of him was grateful for the anchor to Ezio, leading the way through this unrelenting sea of people, but he couldn't help but feel that the noticeable numbness was just making this sense of unbelonging worse.

Ezio could apparently sense Desmond's unease. "We're getting close now. I promise."

Sure enough, after turning another corner they approached a modest inn. It was a tall building, with green banners and curtains to distinguish it from the other houses lined alongside. They entered into a lobby filled with chairs and benches which had a staircase to one side. On the other side sat an older woman at a desk, with several keys hanging on the wall behind her. She was presently checking in another traveler.

"You go ahead upstairs." Ezio released Desmond's hand, and patted him on the shoulder. "I will get us sorted with a solitary accommodation."

Desmond nodded, and proceeded up the staircase, which creaked under his feet. His head ached, and his legs ached, and he stopped after the first flight of stairs to lean against the wall. This floor had just a few large rooms, which would hold several beds, each with the understanding that many travelers would share. The private rooms were likely up another level. "Great," Desmond muttered under his breath. "More stairs." He continued climbing.

Fortunately, the staircase ended at the third floor, which had a winding hallway through many small rooms. Desmond breathed a sigh of relief, and walked a little ways down the hall. Out of curiosity, he tested one of the knobs, but it was locked. It was quiet up here, at least. Desmond slumped down against the door, halfway considering dozing off.

"Well, you took your time getting here."

Desmond jumped up, blinking his eyes. In front of him stood a young woman wearing a blue brocade dress. She was toying with her glittering necklace. Desmond finally realized she was talking to him. "I'm sorry, do I know you?"

She put her hands on her hips. "Oh, don't go getting coy now! Haven't I waited long enough already?" She reached out and rubbed her thumb along Desmond'shirt collar.

He looked at her in perplexement, and then drew away, realization dawning on him. "Oh. I get it. Look, ma'am, you've got me mistaken for someone else. And besides that, you aren't real. So maybe you could just. . . save us both some time and vanish? Or whatever?"

"I've been dreaming of this night for so long. . ." The woman crooned, drawing closer. Apparently, his words had no effect on. . . her? It?

He drew back again, this time anger and frustration welling up inside of him. "You know what? I have had enough of all of this! I am telling you, here and now, to LEAVE ME THE FU-"

"Desmond?" Ezio came jogging up the stairs, key in hand. "Who are you shouting at?"

Desmond threw his hands in the air. "NOBODY! Nobody at all! After all, who else would I talk to, if not some figment of my imagination!?"

Ezio reached the top step, and started searching for their door. "Well, you might have an easier time of it talking to me."

Desmond huffed. "Well, I also might have an easier time of it if you hadn't slept with half the women in Firenze!"

Desmond glared at Ezio, who, for his part, looked very lost and confused. Desmond took a deep breath, and buried his face in his hands. "You have no idea what I'm talking about. I have no idea what I'm talking about. Forget I said anything."

Ezio nodded. "You aren't feeling well. I will not hold it against you." Ezio started leading Desmond down the hall, looking for their room. "I remember once when I was young, I fell ill. I had a fever, and was lying in bed. And when Federico came in to check on me, I threw every. . . colorful word I knew at him. He simply nodded and left, and then returned a few minutes later with a hot cup of milk."

He chuckled fondly to himself. "Unfortunately, my mother overheard our one-sided conversation. I love her immensely, but the woman seldom forgives. And I swear to you, she never forgets."

By now they had found their door, which Ezio unlocked and entered. It was a little tight, but it had a bed and bedside table, and a window, and a small chest of drawers with an unlit candle on top.

Ezio crossed the room and closed the curtains. He looked back at Desmond, who had dragged himself up onto the bed and buried his head under a pillow. "Are you not even going to take off your shoes?"

"Mmfph" said the pillow.

"Va bene." Ezio flopped onto the bed next to Desmond, and the two laid there in silence.

. . . . .

"I'm sorry, I cannot do this." Ezio bolted upright and shifted to the foot of the bed, where he began unlacing his boots.

Desmond pulled his head out from under the pillow. "Weeeaak," he jeered.

"My mother may have raised an idiota, but she did not raise a slob." Once Ezio had removed everything but his pants and undershirt, he laid back down on the bed and sighed. "Much better."

Desmond gave him a sleepy smile, but then turned his attention to staring intently at the window. He shook his head and nestled back into the pillow, only to lift his head to peer at the window again a few minutes later.

Ezio rolled over to face him. "Desmond? Are you alright?"

"Yeah, I just. . ." Desmond sighed. "Ezio, you would tell me if you heard something, right?

"Of course, if it seemed important. Why do you ask?"

"It's nothing, really. I just keep thinking I hear sirens."

"Sirens?" Ezio propped himself up on his elbows, and then placed a hand on either side of Desmond, leaning over him. Ezio's hair had come undone, and his shirt hung loosely from his shoulders, his collarbones and chest hair peeking out from underneath. Desmond gulped. "Desmond, I am right here. Why would you go to some. . ." Ezio's face scrunched with revulsion, "fish-women for sex?"

Desmond blinked. He blinked again, and then rubbed his eyes. "I think we're talking about two very different things."

"Oh." Ezio's ears turned slightly pink, and he sat back on his legs. "What did you mean by sirens, then?"

"Sirens, are. . ." Desmond trailed off, rubbing his temple. "It's kinda like an alarm, but strapped to a carriage?"

"I see." Ezio laid back down on the bed. "If an alarm is raised, I will make sure you are aware. But I truly do not believe there to be reason for concern." Ezio turned to face Desmond again. "I only hope that resting will do you some good. I fear I don't know any other way to help."

"Ezio, you've helped more than enough already. Hell, I might still be running from imaginary guards if it hadn't been for you." Desmond shut his eyes firmly, and took a deep breath. "I. . . I can't hardly tell what's real anymore." Desmond didn't say he was afraid, but he figured his voice had betrayed that already.

"Perhaps you can still find comfort in what you know for fact." Ezio reached over, taking Desmond's blackened hand in his own. "Perhaps you can find comfort with me."

Desmond stared at their hands. "Yeah. . . I guess. . ."

"You guess? You mean, you guess I'm real?"

"That isn't what I meant -"

"No, no. Come here." Ezio wrapped his arms around Desmond, and pulled him close so Desmond's head was now laying on Ezio's chest. "You are safe, Desmond. And you are not alone. So please, try to get some sleep."

Desmond laid there, in the still silence. He listened to Ezio's heartbeat, and felt the weight of Ezio's arms around him. He was grateful for the quiet and warmth. But sleep could not come quickly enough, and silence can also bring worry. Did I offend him? After all, how would I feel if someone else implied I might not exist? Will he resent me for all this?

Desmond's anxiety spiral was interrupted by a new sound. An intermittent low rumbling. He groggily lifted his head to look for its source, before realizing it was in perfect sync with the rise and fall of Ezio's chest.

He's snoring.

Desmond let out a deep sigh, laid his head back down, and closed his eyes. He allowed himself to sink into Ezio's warm, sleepy embrace. And for the first time in what felt like centuries, Desmond slept soundly.

#assassin's creed #heavy bleed effect au #assassin's creed 2 #fanfic #ezio auditore #desmond miles #it took me WAY too long to write this #I've worked on this for several days (/nights) so hopefully its coherent #but i did it! and i enjoyed it! and i didnt give up like i do with ~80% of the new things i try! #the italics button hates me with a passion #you can rip my excessive commas from my cold dead hands #no YOURE posting at 4 a.m. shut up

[maybankxw]

ART DECO

pairing: rafe cameron x fem!reader

warnings: mature content ahead! [ drug and alcohol usage!!; mentions of a gun; fighting; unprotected sex; cum play; ] minors dni!!!

summary: they’re just so high they don't even know what they're doing but a little party never killed no one? :)

word count: 2k

a/n: i just feel like rafe is the embodiment of the ‘art deco’ song, enjoy! x

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any feedback (comments, reblogs, anon asks) would be appreciated!

I’m the one to tell this story, because I was the only sober enough to remember.

“Fucking hell that was a good one,” Rafe mumbled as he sniffed a line of cocaine, Barry took the second and I was the third to try, it indeed was a good one.

“So is this place all yours now, huh?” Barry leaned against the backrest, flashing his teeth, stretching his arms to the sides.

“Yeah,” Rafe chuckled, fiddling with a glass in his ring coated fingers, “All mine.”

There was a little party at Cameron’s mansion, the sun was just starting to set, people got drunk, danced, chattered. I took a sip of amber liquid, it burned my throat, my eyes raked Rafe’s figure, white shirt with a few buttons undone, tight around his body, revealed his tanned his skin, his strong carved chest and his neck adorned with birthmarks, I wanted to kiss them all. His eyes were bright blue in the sunlight, hair buzzed and a lazy smile stretched on his lips as he babbled about something, occasionally sipping from his glass. I loved watching him. 

My tiny white dress rode up, exposing a little too much skin. Thank fuck I couldn’t care less. Rafe and Barry sat right across from me, talking about drugs and money.

“After you,” Rafe nodded his head at the white powder spread on the table, his low voice snatching me out of my fucking daydreams.

“Together,” I dared, smirking, leaning in. We shared the last line, closing our eyes at the ecstatic feeling, sprawling on the sofas.

“Hello, princess,” a guy named Alex plopped next to me. I made a face at the pet name, everyone else ignored him. Alex was known as a womaniser, sleeping around, Prince Charming. He draped his arm around my shoulder, making me tense. Rafe’s eyes shot to the scenery, he watched our every move, his jaws gritted. He had to take a sip of whiskey to swallow his anger and disgust, never looking away from us.

“Let’s get out of here, me, you, my place,” Alex whispered in my ear, nuzzling my temple.

“I’ll get another bottle,” I shoved down the remains of my drink and leapt up to my feet, walking into the house, feeling the burning stare on me as I made my way inside. When I came back, I almost let the bottle fall, hearing a distant chatter, they weren’t yelling nor they were having a calm conversation, because one of Rafe’s hands was behind his lower back. I knew what that meant. He was holding his gun.

“Hey, man, you touch her again, I’ll smash your fucking face, yeah?” 

“What did you say?” Alex bit back taking a step closer, there was a drink in his hand.

“You heard me.”

“How about I smash your face? Why are you worried about that whore anyways? She’s not yours and will never be.”

That’s when Rafe lost it, completely lost it. His gun was out. He smashed it against Alex’s temple, pushing it into his stomach afterwards, pure disgust written all over his face, “Call her that again, I won’t hesitate and put a bullet into your gut.”

Barry stood close to them, ready to snatch them apart at any time, apparently that wasn’t it.

“Put the gun down, Rafe,” I rasped, settling the bottle on the table.

Suddenly Alex jerked, splashing whiskey onto Rafe’s body, his shirt, his face, his fist collided with Rafe’s cheek. I ran towards them, stepping in between, “Stop right now!” 

Barry pulled Alex back as I was trying to stop Rafe from doing something stupid, but he was glaring at the guy behind me. Maybe we had too much.

“At me, Rafe, look at me,” my fingers touched his forearm, sliding down, grasping the barrel. His eyes snapped to look into mine and he let me have the gun, “He’s not worth it, come on, let’s get you cleaned up.”

I tried to pull him with me, but he didn’t budge, “Come with me, Jesus, just come with me.” Now I was getting angry with both of them, silently thanking Barry for helping to handle all of it, “Give it a rest, man,” he patted Alex’s back as me and Rafe made our way inside the house.

I pawed for a washcloth, soaking it up in water. His bathroom looked dark, a mirror hung above the sink, he leaned against the side of it, “Take your shirt off,” I wrung the tiny towel out.

He sighed, hesitating for a brief moment, he wanted to joke about it but didn’t. His shirt went over his head and he into the bin. He carefully watched my movements, the look on his face too soft for what happened minutes ago.

“You don’t have to do this.”

I didn’t respond, pressing the washcloth to his cheek, gently rubbing it against his skin, earning a hiss from his mouth.

“Sorry,” I whispered, sliding the towel lower, to wipe the remains of whiskey off his arms, his chest and his stomach, drawing watery circles. Our eyes locked, my palm was flat against his chest, warm and solid, I could feel his heart beating.

“You think I’m crazy?” 

“What does that matter to you what I think?” I folded the towel, keeping on wiping his body clean, “You’re crazy all the time.”

A muscle pulsed in his jaw, his fingers clamped my wrist, tightening around it, “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” I threw the washcloth into the sink, staring back up at him, “You put your life out on the line.” 

He let out a chuckle, coiling a strand of my hair over his finger. Suddenly I felt my breaths speed up, like I wanted to kiss him. He must have felt the same, because his fingertips touched my face and he dove in, placing a hot slow kiss, persistent, like he left me with no choice wether I wanted that kiss or no. I didn’t complain, because his mouth felt so good. He was so close, the scent of his cologne hit my senses, making me feel lightheaded, I clung to his waist as he pushed us back against the wall. Our breaths turned so heavy, we were gasping, together. His fingers fiddled with a bow on the back of my dress as he untied it, searching for the hem of it, pulling the dress up and over my head. Heavy palms landed on my waist pulling me into his body, the cold metal of his rings making me bite my lip. Hard bulge brushed my stomach and involuntarily I let out a shaky breath, causing him to smile.

“It’s fun,” he rasped, dropping down to his haunches and his response made me ponder wether it was a reply to my words or did he mean us sneaking here. His fingers curled under the sides of my panties and he dragged them down slowly, savouring every inch with his gaze, his eyes following the movement of his hands, “I wanna fuck you,” he mumbled, placing a kiss on my abdomen, looking up at me. I was so high, I wanted to let him do whatever he wished. My fingers touched the back of his head, I couldn’t pull his hair because they were too short so I just clung to his neck as he kissed a path down, his eyes never leaving mine. 

I was tensed, so ready for his mouth to devour my pussy. That’s not what he did. Abruptly he stood up, taking a step closer, visibly fighting himself for a moment, then his hand slid under my hair, wrapping around my neck and his lips faintly brushed mine. I was holding onto his belt, slowly trying to unbuckle it, my hands shaky, while his proximity drove me fucking insane.

Thick finger brushed my pussy and I gasped, clutching the belt buckle in my hands, my eyes fluttering closed.

“Feeling alright there?” he grinned at the way my body was responding to his, sliding his finger in to the hilt, pulling out and in again, “You want me to keep going?”

“Mhm,” I desperately nodded my head, biting my lip, squeezing his biceps, “Keep— ah, going.”

He sighed, closing his eyes too, his forehead resting against mine as he pressed me into the wall moving his finger in steady pace, the sloppy sound of my wet cunt filling the room.

A groan came out from his mouth as he rubbed his clothed cock against my thigh, clenching his jaw and tightening his other hand on my neck. The guy was whipped, but scared to admit it, even to himself.

“I want you,” I whimpered, finally unzipping his pants and pulling them down along with his tight black boxers. His cock sprung out, deep red, hard, precum oozing from his tip. I gasped, wrapping my fist around him, drawing little circles on the head with my thumb. He groaned louder, pressing his mouth into my shoulder to muffle the sounds he made, dragging his finger down the inside of my thigh, spreading all the wetness he collected. Then he gripped me by my hip, wrapping my leg around his waist, stroking my slit with the tip of his cock, teasing me, going inside just a little and then pulling out, making me whine and scratch the back of his neck, “Rafe, stop with the teasing.”

His lazy smile and drowsy gaze made me shiver, his eyes stopped at my lips and right when he kissed me, he thrusted in making me scream out, swallowing it all, still grinning like an idiot. His thrusts were hard and deep, not too fast, bun not slow either, it felt perfect.

“Come here,” he rasped, squeezing my ass, making me straddle him, my heels digging into the back of his thighs. He kissed my chest, wet tongue teased my nipple as he fucked me good, my eyelids heavy, not enough air in my lungs, because I was gasping, unable to take a deep breath.

“Sweet little pussy, all mine,” his eyes found mine, his arms tightened around my torso as he slammed his hips into me faster. His mouth was all over me, leaving wet kisses, nursing out little bruises on my tits, a few on my neck, the pads of his fingers digging painfully into my skin. All my composure fell the minute we stayed alone and right then I was a moaning mess, completely at his mercy.

My fingers tightened around his chin, steadying him, his eyes burned with lust, pupils dilated, swallowing the blue. I stared at him admiring how handsome he was and this new haircut of his only made him look more hot and dominant. I smashed my lips against his, biting and sucking on his tongue, licking his bottom lip, then dragging it at the end of the kiss as he fucked me and fucked me, the head of his cock bruising my insides. Everything felt so intense because we were high as fuck on coke and sex and each other. 

“Rafe—“ I choked out, feeling my stomach burning, my walls clenching around him, “Cum inside me, make me yours.” 

Something snapped in him, he turned so eager, going in rougher, even though I thought it was already hard enough, his thumb pressed my clit and I moaned, loud, my head dropped back to rest against the wall as I tried to catch my breath, rippling and creaming around him. Rafe wasn’t too far either, his cock twitched as he tried to bite back his throaty growl, panting into my throat. Warm cum spilled inside me, making us both moan in satisfaction, I trembled in his arms as his cock softened and his grip on me loosened. He put me back down, still caging me, heavy palms caressing the sides of my body. I felt his cum trickling down my thigh so I rubbed them together. 

“No,” he protested, collecting all of it and pushing in back inside, causing me to cry out and dig my nails into his shoulders, my pussy still sensitive after his severe thrusts, “Gotta keep you full.” He found my panties and helped me put them back on, “Next time I want you on my bed, spread open on my sheets,” he put the dress on me as well, spinning me around, tying a bow on my back and placing a soft kiss on my shoulder, his whisper low in my ear, “Tonight, you stay here.”

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One Hell of a Love (Book 1.5) Chapter Seventeen

Sebastian Michaelis x Demon! Reader

Chapter Seventeen: One Hell of an Order

Summary: Ciel is kidnapped, and everything goes wrong.

            “Recently, on the outskirts of London, a number of people have had their eyes gouged out by an unidentified individual.” Sebastian reexamined the current case Ciel had been given by the Queen. “The victims are all boys, all of different class.”

            “How sickening.” Ciel was obeying the Queen’s orders, but he was subdued after the battle with Alois since he didn’t know if the boy had died or not.

            (Y/N) and Sebastian exchanged glances. If Ciel figured out that Sebastian had been, if not lying, twisting information and allowing Ciel to deceive himself, the entire contract would be disrupted, and it was possible his soul could be ruined.

            “Are you alright?” asked Sebastian.

            “It’s nothing,” denied Ciel.

            (Y/N)’s eyes narrowed. The entire situation was at a crux. These next few days would define whether or not Sebastian would succeed with Ciel’s soul again.

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            “I dunno,” murmured the latest victim as Sebastian, Ciel, and (Y/N) watched him speak. His mother stood behind him worriedly. “Someone thrust their fingers into my eyes, and everything went red, and now I can’t see anymore.”

            “Can you describe the culprit?” asked Ciel.

            “It was some brat, probably the same age as me,” said the victim sullenly. “He looked quite wealthy.”

            “Some brat…?” Ciel considered and wondered if it was what he supposed was his greatest enemy. As they stepped outside, he said, “Sebastian, (Y/N).”

            “Yes,” said Sebastian and (Y/N) together.

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            “We’ve heard several testimonies now,” said (Y/N). “It seems the culprit is a young noble boy, or at least one from a wealthy family.”

            “They’re mocking us,” said Ciel.

            “What do you mean?” asked Sebastian.

            Ciel drew a line across the map of incidents in front of him. “If we connect the Phantomhive house to the Trancy resident, then link all the crime scenes…” The drawing was a spiderweb. “We get a web. These incidents are all his doing.”

            “It might also be the butler acting on his own,” said Sebastian.

            Ciel was unconvinced. “So…he survived. I will admit he doesn’t lack tenacity.”

            “Young Master?” said (Y/N).

            “I see now.” Ciel’s eyes softened in disappointment. “He survived.” His gaze hardened as he looked up. “A butler will always answer his master’s questions sincerely, correct?”

            “Yes indeed,” said Sebastian.

            “Are you hiding anything from me about Alois?” demanded Ciel.

            “No.” Sebastian smirked. “I am hiding nothing about Lord Alois.” This was, technically, the truth. He hid nothing about Alois. He hid the truth about himself and Claude’s deal.”

            Ciel nodded, content. “Then, my—”

            The next statement was interrupted as a box beside Ciel erupted into rubble. Sebastian and (Y/N) were in front of him in a moment. Sebastian jumped onto a platform, holding Ciel, while (Y/N) flipped away.

            “The spider butler?” asked Ciel frantically.

            “No,” said (Y/N), narrowing their eyes.

            “Young Master, please stay here,” said Sebastian, setting Ciel in a crate to be hidden.

            “It stinks,” huffed Ciel.

            “Be patient for a while,” said Sebastian. “Please do not leave this place, no matter what.” He was calm and serious. Ciel didn’t argue as Sebastian closed the box.

            (Y/N) and Sebastian ran off after the trail they had caught. A Grim Reaper was in London. The strange occurrences with souls was a lure for them after Claude lured Ciel in with orders from the Queen.

            “Behind,” said (Y/N), keen ears picking up the reaper.

            (Y/N) and Sebastian jumped into the air and leapt from the roof as a Reaper with blond hair and a strange Death Scythe that roared as loudly as Grell’s chainsaw slammed down behind them. The Reaper jumped up and attacked again, but (Y/N) and Sebastian dodged effortlessly. Sebastian drew the Reaper’s attention in front, and (Y/N) threw several silver knives into the Death Scythe, jamming its whirling blades.

            “Ah, damn, my lawnmower,” whined the Reaper, shaking the device.

            “And so we meet for the first time,” remarked Sebastian, alighting on the roof across from him beside (Y/N).

            “Ah, yes,” sighed the Reaper. He straightened and smirked. “I’m a Grim Reaper, Ronald Knox. Die!” He posed, rather like Grell.

            Silence.

            “Ah, I knew it. That’s just lame,” said Ronald. “My senior, Sutcliff, said I needed a catchphrase, so I asked a girl from General Affairs to invent one for me, but…”

            “No need to create a catchphrase if you won’t be around to use it,” remarked (Y/N), their words light but threatening.

            “I suppose you are here due to some strange happening involving souls?” said Sebastian. “For example, you could not collect the soul of a certain Alois Trancy?”

            It was doubtless that Claude had either consumed Alois’s soul or done something with it that would prove troublesome for all parties involved. After all, how could his body be running around still if he was truly dead?

            “Exactly.” A formal voice appeared, and a Death Scythe made of pinchers slashed at Sebastian and (Y/N). It was William. He tsked. “As I thought, you are involved in this incident, Sebastian Michaelis, (Y/N) Noir.” He sighed. “Honestly, now I have even more overtime because of Grell Sutcliffe.” He attacked the demons once more, but they evaded him.

            Ronald’s lawnmower started up again. “Okay!” He flew at (Y/N) and Sebastian, but Sebastian blocked William while (Y/N) kicked Ronald’s Death Scythe away.

            “Two Grim Reapers…” Sebastian tsked. “Indeed, overkill.”

            “Ronald Knox, are you trying to cut me with your Death Scythe, too?” questioned William.

            “Maybe I got a little carried away,” admitted Ronald. “Sorry. People my age tend to be mischievous.”

            “What a Reaper needs is the ability to promptly and accurately judge a situation,” said William. “Are your glasses for show?”

            Sebastian took this as a chance to throw a silver knife at William, which shattered his spectacles, before he and (Y/N) made their escape.

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            “Ciel is in danger, isn’t he?” said (Y/N) as they saw Sebastian’s eyes narrowed.

            “He left the crate. However, we know the location,” said Sebastian icily.

            The cat demon nodded. “Claude’s making his move,” said (Y/N) darkly.

            “Indeed,” said Sebastian.

            The pair easily moved across the rooftops of London until they reached where Sebastian sensed Ciel. It was a mental hospital. A place that, (Y/N) knew, didn’t actually treat anyone properly. It tortured people.

            They landed on the roof and were instantly on guard. The nurses and doctors below them were dead. Golden knives sunk into their skulls, bloody but shining in the light. Claude had been there.

            Blam!

            Gunshots rang out, and a machine gun situated on the tower of the building sent bullet after bullet at (Y/N) and Sebastian, who leapt to safety. They turned to face Hannah, holding her machine gun tightly.

            “I am sorry for not welcoming you properly, Mr. Sebastian, Mx. Noir,” said Hannah.

            “Do not worry, we received a very explicit invitation,” said Sebastian with a smirk.

            “This place was at the center of the spiderweb,” said (Y/N), recalling the map of incidents.

            Hannah narrowed her eyes and fired at (Y/N) and Sebastian again. The pair dodged expertly. (Y/N)’s gaze caught Sebastian’s, and they nodded sharply. Hannah’s concern would be Sebastian since he would have the ability to take Ciel’s soul like Claude wished to, (Y/N) had no desire to take it. That meant (Y/N) had a greater chance of escaping. They moved quickly, and Sebastian kept Hannah’s attention. (Y/N) flipped over Hannah, who was unable to shoot at both demons at once.

            (Y/N) slipped into the hospital, following the faint sounds and trail of demonic aura they could feel. They threw open a door to find Claude, dress in a doctor’s uniform, standing over a soaking wet and barely conscious Ciel.

            “What the hell are you doing, Claude?” hissed (Y/N).

            “Preparing my meal,” said Claude.

            (Y/N)’s eyes landed on the red and gold ring on Ciel’s finger, identical to the blue and silver one he wore as the Earl Phantomhive. Two souls in one, two similar lives, two similar contracts—one boy.

            (Y/N) bent next to Ciel and lifted the boy’s head as he groaned. He was alive, yes, but there was still something wrong. Claude was pushing the two souls together in an experiment for his own gain and enjoyment. There was very little recollection in Ciel’s eyes as he saw (Y/N). They were cloudy, hazy, as if a film was placed between him and his sight of (Y/N). Before they could pull the Trancy ring from Ciel’s finger to separate this strange spiderweb pulling the boys’ souls together, (Y/N) heard a soft click behind them.

            (Y/N) sprung away from Claude before he could grab them. He gritted his teeth as they avoided his lunge. In one hand, he held a collar. (Y/N)’s eyes narrowed. It radiated the same power as the one Ash-Angela trapped Pluto and his demonic strength in. If that were to get around (Y/N)’s neck…they’d be in trouble.

            (Y/N) and Claude eyed each other, one with wariness, the other with want. Claude flicked his wrist, and (Y/N)’s catlike eyes narrowed on the slight flash of a thread tightening beside them. They handsprung over it, immediately pivoting into a duck and smooth roll to the side as Claude pulled more webs tight in an attempt to trap them.

            Not good. I’m avoiding the cuts, but the paths to Ciel and the exit are narrowing, thought (Y/N).

            Claude pulled another thread taught, and it slit (Y/N)’s dress, nicking the skin. Claude’s eyes lit up fuchsia, even as (Y/N) drew away, contorting their body out of the webs. He released the thread and pulled it back to him. His tongue flicked out over the web, tasting (Y/N)’s blood on it.

            His eyes fluttered shut as the taste of magic graced him once more. (Y/N) watched him in disgust. Even for a demon’s standard, Claude was depraved. They longed to cut him to pieces with their claws. That or they would pin him to the wall like the spider he was with silver knives. One to the heart, one to the brain, one through the tongue…

            “Delicious,” Claude nearly moaned the word.

            Second plan it was. (Y/N) didn’t want to even touch the craven creature that was Claude.

            (Y/N) pulled out their stores of silver knives and tossed them at Claude with deadly accuracy. The spider demon dodged back, and (Y/N) dove through the webs, rolling to their feet beside Ciel. They grabbed the boy and turned—

            Threads sliced through their arms. Ciel’s body fell back to the floor. (Y/N) froze as the webs Claude had laid in waiting beside the Earl were pulled taught, trapping them in place.

            “You were well-trained.” Claude spoke the words with distaste, not enjoying praising Sebastian at all, the demon trying to take what he regarded as his. “But you have too much loyalty to that raven.” His golden eyes gleamed with a lecherous satisfaction. “You would go back for Ciel Phantomhive for Sebastian instead of saving yourself.” Claude approached, a smirk splitting his features. “No worries. I’ll drive that loyalty out of you.” (Y/N)’s eyes narrowed and flashed fuchsia as Claude leaned over them with the collar in hand. “I’ll drive any thought other than me out of you.”

The collar closed with a sickening click, and (Y/N) felt ancient magic running through them, pushing their own demonic abilities to the side, trapping them.

            The threads around (Y/N) receded as Claude let them go, and (Y/N) fell to their knees. They pushed themself up immediately, ready to fight, but as soon as they called above their abilities, the collar glowed, and pain shot through (Y/N) as their magic was shoved down.

            Claude grinned as the collar sunk its barbs deep into (Y/N)’s magic. “Don’t worry.” The words were sickly sweet as Claude’s hands landed on (Y/N)’s shoulders in a motion that was anything but comforting. “I’ll remove it again once you understand your…position.”

            “I’m going…to tear you apart,” promised (Y/N) savagely as they pushed themself away from Claude.

            His hands gripped them more tightly, and his hands lowered to their waist, pulling them closer. (Y/N) felt like needles were trailing Claude’s fingers, leaving them angry and frustrated and disgusted.

            Sebastian burst through the door before anything else could happen. His eyes moved first to (Y/N), fury entering his gaze as he saw the collar around their neck and Claude’s hands on them. He nearly couldn’t tear his eyes away to assess Ciel’s state.

            “(Y/N), Young Master!” Sebastian felt actual worry creep in.

            “Sebastian, he has webs everywhere, watch ou—!”

            (Y/N)’s warning was cut off as Claude gripped their jaw tightly. “I see there really is a lot of work I’ll have to do with you…This…loyalty will have to be trained out.”

            “I’d suggest you let them go.” Sebastian stepped forward, his words dripping with deadly promises. “I won’t ask again.”

            Claude smirked, and the hand on (Y/N)’s jaw went to their neck, the other winding around their waist and pulling them flush against him. “You’re in no position to make threats, Sebastian.”

            “No?” The shadows beneath Sebastian twisted in his demonic anger at someone touching his (Y/N) so blatantly in front of him.

            Claude’s eyes flashed. “Young Lord?”

            Ciel groaned and pulled himself up. As soon as his eyes caught on Sebastian, he cried out. “Stay back! Stay away!”

            (Y/N) and Sebastian’s eyes widened. Claude’s smirk widened.

            “Young Master—” Sebastian stepped towards Ciel, but the Earl pulled away.

            “You killed them! You killed my parents! You burnt my village! You killed my brother!” The words spilling from Ciel burned with anger and vengeance, but (Y/N) and Sebastian knew the words came from Alois’s soul, intertwining with Ciel’s.

            “Young Lord,” said Claude. “You can order him away.”

            Sebastian froze, and his eyes met (Y/N)’s. If he was ordered away, he wouldn’t be able to keep Claude from taking Ciel’s soul. He wouldn’t be able to keep Claude from (Y/N). With the collar and isolation, (Y/N) would be at Claude’s mercy.

            “Young Master, I must insist—”

            Sebastian was cut off by Ciel’s anger and fear. “Stay back!”

            “Go ahead, my Lord,” said Claude. His golden eyes gleamed victoriously at Sebastian. “Order him away. Order him to leave you be.”

            Ciel pulled his eyepatch away, and his contract seal gleamed in the dark room. “I order you to stay out of my sight!”

            Sebastian froze as the contract’s demonic laws sunk into his skin. He had to leave. He had to step away. He had to stay out of Ciel’s side. Sebastian gritted his teeth as he stepped back to the door. (Y/N)’s eyes were trained on him as Claude pulled their body tight against his, his eyes smug as he looked away from Sebastian to (Y/N)’s form against him. There was no question as to what he was thinking of.

            Sebastian felt pure demonic fury coursing through him. He would gouge those eyes out.

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[conkreetmonkey]

Interesting squirrels I have seen:

Local squirrel who lives a few blocks away but still within the same neighborhood. His tail is partially flattened, seemingly having been run over by a car while the rest of the squirrel escaped. The flattened bit, which takes up the end half of the tail from the middle to the tip, never seems to flex with the rest, and the fur has never floofed back out, but for all intents and purposes the squirrel seems fine, so I think it's just like that now. I see this one regularly.

Squirrel with no tail I used to see years ago, back when a sibling was still in elementary school, which is around where he seemed to live. He has no tail! The whole thing is gone, save for a bit of stump fluff that, without the whole bushy tail, stuck out and looked like the tail of a rabbit. Interestingly, he moved more like a rabbit than a squirrel, taking on more of a bounding gait than his peers. Also interestingly, much of the tail fur around the stump was white, which, among other evidence I have seen, leads me to believe that squirrel fur grows back white when the skin is injured.

Squirrel I saw once in childhood behind a local grocery store, who leapt out of an electrical box and ran away. His tail was almost entirely bald, save for a few scraps of fur that stuck out strangely. I love how he came out of an electrical box, looking exactly how animals in cartoons look like after getting electrocuted. Environmental storytelling.

The population of squirrels at a local playground that have black bodies and red tails (the black bodies aren't too noteworthy, as melanistic squirrels are actually the dominant coat variant here, with about 2/3rds of the grey squirrel population being black). I assume it was hybridization between grey and red squirrels? I only ever really saw them in that one public park, and haven't much since due to being an adult who doesn't spend much time at playgrounds anymore.

The two baby squirrels born in my yard in 2020 who didn't see much of humans and would spy on me when I went outside, thinking they were being so discreet by hiding behind tree trunks and poking their heads around. One was grey and one was black. I saw their mother teach them how to climb, it was adorable.

Finally, the one squirrel in my yard I once watched struggle to carry a chocolate pudding cup up a tree through the window for an entire dinner, then drop it, look down at the ground for a while evaluating his options, and then choose to leave it and go home. #relateable.

Also-worth-mentioning Squirrel Moment:

The time my father planted some seed potatoes in the garden, and the squirrels dug them all up and stored them in their nests. Then we ran into a period of windy weather, and for about a week afterwards potatoes would just fall from above like acorns.

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Chapter 4: A Bowl of Spiders

It’s the Emerald Entrails first game! And maybe some other firsts too…

Read on AO3 or under the cut

“…but what if there was a reason Willow never got the note?” Hunter said defeated as he finished catching up Luz with his latest attempt.

“The reason is Boscha who never wants Willow to be happy so her taking the note means it would make Willow happy!” Said Luz. “If anything Willow not getting the notes means she was definitely supposed to get the note!”

“What?” said Hunter, confused.

“You’re too much in your head, hermano,” said Luz simply, patting his back. “The only people who should have a say in whether or not you and Willow get together are you and Willow. And also me.”

Hunter playfully rolled his eyes as Stringbean slunk her way onto his shoulder and nuzzled his cheek as though to say it will all be okay, stop worrying, silly.

“I know it’s important to you but maybe you just need to take a break and stop overthinking it,” offered Luz as Hunter scratched the top of Stringbean’s head. “I know we said try something simple, but maybe just stop… trying?”

“You mean give up?”

“No! I would never tell someone to give up on love!” Luz said dramatically before shifting to a gentler tone. “I mean, just stop overthinking. I know you care about Willow and you’d do anything for her but you’re putting too much pressure on yourself.”

“You’re right, I need to focus on the game.”

“That’s not exactlywhat I meant but I do like being right,” decided Luz. “And if it makes you feel better, I can hand deliver the next note myself and make sure she reads it.”

Hunter smiled. “Thanks Luz,” he took a deep breath to calm himself as he spotted Willow and Gus ahead of him, happily chatting. Was it weird that the best way to get Willow off his mind was to spend time with Willow? He didn’t have time to agonize over his missed chances, he needed to help her rally the troops. He needed to be there for her, so the anxiety attacks he wanted to have at how stunning she looked with her hair pulled back would have to wait. “And uh thanks for lending me Stringbean.”

“Are you kidding? She’s been having the time of her life,” said Luz as she went to scratch her palisman beneath her chin. “Haven’t you Stringy? Are you gonna help uncle Hunter impress his girlfriend? Yes you are! Yes you are!”

“Shh! Not so loud! She might hear you!” Shushed Hunter, though Luz of course knew Willow would not object to being referred to as his girlfriend. Because that was how she referred to herself. “Now go find a seat, I have to go warm up.”

Willow’s face brightened at the sight of him. “Hunter! Perfect! Just in time!” She ran over and leapt into his arm and he quickly spun her around as the paliman flew happily around them. “Are you ready to kick some butt?”

“Affirmative captain,” said Hunter as Stringbean returned to sit atop his head. They both laughed as Clover flew over to join her new friend, snuggling in Hunter’s hair as though it was a grassy meadow.

”Hey now, don’t get too comfortable,” laughed Willow. “We have a game to win, there will be plenty of time to cuddle with Hunter afterwards.”

Hunter laughed nervously, not fully understanding why, as Willow reached up to retrieve her palisman and gave the him a little wink. He once again did not understand exactly why.

“Hey Willow! Guess what!” Viney's voice came from behind them. They turned around and saw Viney and Skara rising over on Puddles, each of them holding a large box in their laps. “They came! Just in time!”

“They’re so cute!” squealed Skara, kicking her legs in excitement as they landed.

“Oh my Titan! The uniforms are in!” exclaimed Willow, shaking Hunter’s arm as she jumped up and down in excitement as the girls began handing them out. The team murmured in joy and awe as they donned the garments, complementing each other as they were elated to look the way they felt.

“Hunter, here put yours on! I wanna get a group photo before the game so we can remember what they looked like before they get covered in mud and blood,” laughed Willow. She tossed the shirt to Hunter as she put on hers over her tank top, twirling like it was a ballgown so excited to have tangible proof that her team was real. “This is so amazing! Hunter, do you-?”

But when she looked up to see how Hunter looked in his uniform, she saw he was still holding it, examining it with wide, confused eyes like he couldn’t believe it was real.

“You… used my drawing?” Hunter said in a faint voice, running his fingers over the green letters.

“Of course,” laughed Willow. “It’s the perfect logo! Bump said we had to incorporate at least one of the school colors, but your design was the perfect way to display the team name. Oh, just wait until the jackets come in! Which reminds me we need to decide what we want the back to say so we should ask everyone what they-” She looked closer and saw unshed tears staining his eyes. “Hunter, what’s wrong?”

“It was just a silly doodle…” Hunter said faintly, holding his shirt tighter.

Willow’s eyes grew wide. “Oh no,” she said, stepping closer. “I’m so sorry! I-I should’ve asked you first. I just thought that was why you did it! I thought it looked really nice and I thought it was appropriate since you named the team and you’re one of the reasons the Entrails is even-.”

“You thought it was good enough to be the symbol for the team?” Hunter said in wonder and Willow saw his tears were not from disappointment but disbelief. She offered him a soft smile as she put her hands on his arms.

“Of course,” she said. “What could be more perfect than something you made?”

Hunter sniffled and gave the jersey one final look of adoration before slipping it over his head. It fit perfectly.

“Well?” asked Willow. “Does it feel as good as it looks?”

Hunter’s words were currently not with him so all he could do was nod. Willow beamed as she reached out to link her arm with his. “Well come on then lieutenant, let’s go get our games faces on.”

The pair ran over to where the rest of the team was doing each other's face paint. Hunter happily followed suit as Willow swung him around and sat him on the bleachers. She grabbed a container of face paint and went to work, having thought up the perfect design for Hunter to commemorate the season's first game.

She balanced her knee on the seat beside him to get closer and Hunter held his breath as he watched Willow focus on bringing her vision to life. She stuck her tongue to the side as she outlined the shape on his face, standing so close that Hunter could feel her breath on his face. Willow either didn’t seem to notice or mind the proximity but Hunter knew his face was a dead giveaway as to how he felt about it. He knew he was a display of green and red that Willow might mistake him for a Christmas ornament.

“Hmmm,” Willow muttered to herself as she sat back from a moment and looked at her progress so far.

“W-what’s wrong?” Hunter asked.

“Nothing’s wrong,” said Willow, stroking her chin. “Your hair is just getting long again so it keeps getting in the way. I need something to push it back… ah! Here!” Willow reached up and took out her signature hair clip and placed it in Hunter’s hair. Satisfied, she went back to finishing her design as Hunter sat in front of her paralyzed. He may not have known much about romance, but he knew the significance of wearing someone else’s jewelry on the Isles. Did a hairclip count? He knew it was one of Willow’s prized possessions and she had just allowed him to wear it without a second thought.

“H-how does it look?” he asked timidly as Willow placed one hand on his jaw to steady his head as the other finished the last detail just under his eye.

“It looks nice. Your hair looks really cute pushed back,” Willow said with a wink as she ran her finger along the edge of his hairline.

“R-really?” he squeaked.

“Mhm-hm,” she smiled, continuing to play with his hair. “Gus, will you please tell Hunter that his hair looks cute pushed back?”

“Don’t involve me in this,” Gus said bluntly as he went back to describing his Cosmic Frontier design to Skara who was doing her best to capture his detailed vision in only green.

Willow laughed as she finished ruffling Hunter’s hair and pulled out her scroll so he could take a look at her work. Hunter was blown away by what he saw as his hand hovered over the carefully curved lines that swept across his face. The silhouette was too familiar.

“Is… is it…?”

“Flapjack,” confirmed Willow. “Well, it’s supposed to be. I tried to base it off one of your doodles but you’re a much better artist than I am. I thought it would be a nice way to have him be a part of today. Do you… like it?”

For the second time that day he looked at her with wide, tearfilled eyes as he tried to comprehend how the girl before him managed to be the most wonderful person he had ever met. “I love it.” he said, careful to keep the tears in his eyes so as to not smudge the paint. “Thank you, Willow.”

“Yeah, of course,” said Willow, it was her turn now to be the timid one as Hunter's loving gaze surrounded her like a long, comfortable cape. She tucked her hair behind her ear and Hunter thought for a moment maybe he should return her hair clip to her but before he could offer she smiled and handed him the paint. “Think you can make mine match?”

----

The match was intense from the very beginning. All the drills and late night practices were really paying off as even the newest players were holding their own. But the other team were last year’s champions for a reason and soon it was down to their star player and Willow for the victory.

“She’s got it, she’s got it,” said Hunter, watching Willow dodge and weave the other team’s attempts to grab her flag. But she was focused and flew with a speed the Entrails had never seen before. The score was tied with one flag left on each side to deliver and everyone in the crowd was on the edge of their seat. But the Entrails had no doubt. “She’s got this. She’s got this.”Hunter repeated as he shook Gus’ shoulder, unable to take his eyes off his captain.

She twisted and floated, sending vine after vine as the other player as the two danced around each other until finally one vine made contact and delivered the flag to her hand. Willow wasted no time and bolted to place it. The crowd cheered as Willow’s competitor did not give up and attempted to knock her off her staff, sending a collection of abomination goo her way.

She quickly leaned back, turning to grab her staff as she turned and flew high up vertically before turning back suddenly to jump back to Clover, kneeling down to better her balance as she became untouchable. Clover delivered her to the pole and placed the flag on the final spike, securing the victory.

“She did it!” Exclaimed Gus as the stands burst into cheers. “Hunter, do you- Hunter?” When he turned to share his excitement with the older boy, he was surprised to see he was gone. It didn’t take much for Gus to figure out where he went, a golden streak of lighting leading to Willow provided his answer.

As Willow descended to the ground and hopped off Clover she looked around for her team but before she could look too far, she was swept up into the arms of a collection of gold that swiftly spun her around as it sung her praises.

“You did it! Willow, you did it! Captain, you were amazing!

She buried her face in the nape of his neck and hugged him back, laughing hysterically as he darted them around just above the ground. Hunter was unable to contain his joy as every compliment seemed to transport them. Eventually he brought them back to the ground as they both delivered words of excitement, overlapping and increasing and seemingly unaware of the crowd surrounding them.

“I couldn’t have done it without that move you showed me!” she gushed, moving her head so she could absorb the sight of him, his face paint smudged and his hair a mess but her hair clip somehow still safe and secure. Her glasses were askew, a new bruise was forming on her cheek and her hair was a collection of flyaways but the utter joy in her voice made Hunter feel like she had never looked more beautiful. He brought up one hand to cup her cheek, totally mesmerized by everything she was. This was everything she wanted, everything she deserved, everything she worked for. Seeing her in her moment, she had never shined so bright and he couldn’t help but be drawn to her light.

“You are just so…” Before he knew what he was doing, Hunter lunged forward and collided his lips with hers.

Willow was surprised but not the least bit disappointed as she instinctively closed her eyes as she melted into the contact, moving her hands from his shoulders to around his neck pull him closer to her. His lips against hers sent a freezing bolt of lighting down her spine and the smile she felt them form sent a wave of lava over her chest, generating the perfect storm. She felt like they were back in the air. The stars were aligning. Their first official win. Their first official kiss. It was a celebration! It was fireworks! It was absolutely breathtaking.

It was all a blur to Hunter. His adrenaline caused him to dash too fast for his filter to catch him and just seemed to keep moving until suddenly the world was in slow motion as the elements likewise consumed him. Everything was soft, even the air was soft somehow. It was as though he was inside a dandelion basking in the sun. How could something so new be so familiar? But just as the warmth surrounded his body to the point where he was certain his heart was an ember rather than a galderstone, the reality of the moment caught up with him.

He pulled away, he saw Willow’s eyes open slowly as she tried to process it all. Hunter didn’t dare to imagine what must be going through her mind. He had kissed her with such intensity that her glasses were nearly off her head and she had been seized so quickly she was losing her balance and one foot was popped in the air. He could not believe the months of planning he had just undone in mere seconds. He tried to find an explanation and apology in one as he stumbled over his sentiments waiting for Willow to cut him off with words of disappointment.

But Willow just stared at him in stunned silence. He had to assume she was too disappointed to speak. Grom was one thing, but a sports match was hardly the time or place for such a display. She must've felt so disrespected! So undermined! So betrayed! He had taken her moment and made it about him and his feelings for her and how in awe he was of her. How had he let this happen?

And then there was the curse! The team was in jeopardy! What must she think? That he believed they were only capable and deserving of one victory? That one kiss was worth more than her efforts to bring the team together?

But Willow’s mind was blank. All she could focus on was how the setting sun shone behind his head and framed him in a sea of pink and gold like he was the center of a chrysanthemum. He was so bright and gentle and warm she forgot everything else, where she was, how to speak, how to exist outside this moment. The tiny chrysanthemums that collected in her hair and and by her feet tried to speak for her. But Hunter could only hear his own voice screaming in his head.

Hunter carefully removed her from his grasp, mumbling fragments of an apology as he disappeared into the approaching crowd as the rest of the team ran over to offer their own congratulations. Willow’s eyes followed him until there was nothing left, stuck in the trance as her soul rejoined her body back on the ground.

---

“She didn’t say she was upset but did she seem upset?” Hunter asked as he laid on Gus’ floor, his legs resting on the edge of Gus’ bed as he held Willow’s to his chest as though it was some kind of calming crystal. “Like that time those kids trampled her garden looking for their ball and they felt bad so she told them it was okay but you could tell she was hurt.”

“Dude, she just won the first match of the season against last year’s undefeated team. I don't think there’s anything that could bring her down,” said Gus, spinning in his chair. “I think the only thing she was maybe upset about was not seeing you at her house after. We all went over to celebrate and she kept asking where you were. Why didn’t you come?”

“What am I supposed to say to her?” asked Hunter. “I’m her lieutenant, she trusts me to do what’s best for the team and then I just betray her trust because I can’t control myself when she does something cool?”

“I think I can promise you that she did not view it as a betrayal,” said Gus with a smirk, but Hunter did not seem convinced. Gus thought about telling Hunter that Willow had changed into the green dress that Hunter once told her reminded him of O’Bailey’s love interest, Ivy. Gus knew that Hunter became an idiot when Willow wore that dress and so did she, which is precisely why she picked it for the party. The lip gloss she kept reapplying suggested she intended to repeat Hunter’s so-called ‘mistake’ the moment she was given the chance. But instead Gus watched her watch the front door all night, convincing herself that every time it opened he would be standing there.

But Hunter could not bring himself to face her.

“But what about the curse?” Hunter groaned sorrowfully.

“What are you talking about?”

“The curse? On teams at Hexside?” said Hunter as though it was so obvious. “When two players start dating the team is doomed to fail! My big mistake could get the Entrails suspended or disqualified or jeopardize her scholarship or-.”

“Okay, first of all; that curse isn’t real,” said Gus. “That’s about couples who have a bad breakup and let it affect the team and make them take sides so playing together is impossible, and you guys would never let that happen.”

“That’s true,” sighed Hunter as he fiddled with Willow’s hair clip, carefully tracing the flower’s outline. “You’re right, we’ve been through harder things. I don’t know why I’m so worried. I know she cares about me, I mean after Grom she said she still wanted to go out together so even if we were to-.”

“Wait,” said Gus, jumping up from the bed to look down at Hunter. “Wait wait wait. Hold the phone, now give the phone to me. Willow said you should what ?”

“Oh well after Grom she asked if I wanted us to go out together so I said-“

“Willow asked you out? At Grom?”

“Did I not tell you that?”

“No! You did not tell me that!” Said Gus harshly. “You spent 20 minutes telling me about how she took a sip from your glass of punch and how that was a ‘major milestone’ but you failed to mention that you two started going out!”

“We didn’t start ‘going out’,” corrected Hunter. “We’ve gone out plenty of times. You were there sometimes, like when we went to the grocery store and found out what bananas were, remember?”

Gus took a deep breath. “Hunter, dude, I’m pretty sure Willow was not talking about bananas.”

“Well, I guess there are plenty of other-.”

“She was asking you out like asking you to go out,” Gus specified. “With her. Together. Romantically.”

“What? No way,” said Hunter nervously. “She just meant ‘out’ like running errands together like we did in the human realm.”

“Did she say ‘out like running errands together’ or did she just say ‘go out together?’”

“She… she said…” Hunter’s eyes widened as Willow’s words replayed in his ears. The setting, her tone, as he looked at from the outside it didn’t make sense for her to be talking about errands then. But something inside him wouldn’t let him believe it. “I mean, it was probably like a ‘would you’ not a ‘will you’ type question.”

“Dude what are you talking about?”

“Well it’s like a hypothetical, right?” Hunter offered, starting to sweat. “Like if I asked you ‘would you eat a bowl of spiders?’ I’m asking you if a situation presented itself where you were able to, would you want to. It doesn’t mean I currently have a bowl of spiders for you. So, when Willow suggested we go out she was asking if that is something I’d do, not like she was offering or… ya know…” He looked to Gus for reassurance but all he found was a look of skepticism.

“That doesn’t make any sense!” Gus exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air.“Why can’t you just accept the fact that Willow likes you and wants to go out with you?”

“Because that doesn’t make any sense!” Hunter exclaimed in a panic. He quickly covered his mouth, regretting what he said and how loud he said it as Gus moved to sit on the ground beside him. He took a deep breath and tried to explain himself. “It’s just… I mean I just started liking who I am and having Willow as a friend is one thing but the idea that she might like me the way I like her… I just don’t get it.”

Hunter stared at the ceiling, holding Willow’s hair clip even tighter and Gus couldn’t help but smile. “Ya know, you and Willow have a lot in common,” said Gus. “For a long time, you both let other people tell you what you were worth but you always went out of your way to help people. And you two are always lifting each other up, literally and metaphorically.” Hunter couldn’t help but chuckle at that. “I’ve never seen Willow look at someone the way she looks at you and she’s looked at you the same way practically since the day you met. She’s always known there’s something special about you, even if you didn’t. And I see you do the same thing for her. She’s my best friend, so believe me when I say I wouldn’t encourage you to go for it if I didn’t think you were good enough for her.”

Hunter knew Gus was right, Willow knew him well enough to know he would never purposely do anything to jeopardize her or the team. And an approval from Gus should put any doubts to rest. Even so, he still owed her an explanation.

“Now, so you wanna lay on my bedroom floor mopping or do you wanna answer one of Willow’s hundreds of messages?”

Hunter looked at his scroll at the messages Willow had sent him throughout the night. She started asking him if he was and if he was coming and then when he neglected to respond she sent him small updates and assurances that he could come whenever, no pressure. Even while playing hostess, she wanted to make sure he knew he was welcome. Even after what happened, she wouldn't stop including him.

“I think I need to answer her in person.”

---

When Hunter arrived at the Park residence, he realized he had arrived without a plan. He stood at the edge of the walkway, looking up at Willow’s window. The light was still on, that was probably a good sign. She had said he could come over whenever, though he was pretty sure she didn’t mean after the party had already ended. He had too much he wanted to say, he didn’t know where to start. He should’ve written it down, he should’ve rehearsed something. But when had that helped him before? He reached into his pocket and felt her hair clip, maybe if all else failed he could use returning it to her as a way to justify his presence.

He summoned his courage and the next thing he knew he was on Willow’s small balcony. He missed the mark by a few inches and had landed on the outside and clung to the railing. He was here. He was ready as he’d ever be. He just didn’t… know what was next.

Did he knock? Message her? Should he have thrown a rock?

“How did you come all the way here without a plan?” He whispered frantically to himself, beginning to sweat as he clung to the railing. He could feel Flapjack tugging and fluttering against his rib cage trying to bring him forward. “Shush! I have to think of what to say!”

Unbeknownst to Hunter, Willow was watching him through the window able to recognize his panicked whispering anywhere. She peaked at him from the side of the curtain, waiting for him to knock or call, finding the sight of him hyping himself up to be the cutest thing she had ever seen.

“Oh, I should’ve brought flowers,” Hunter cursed himself in a whisper. “Why didn’t I bring flowers? Who shows up without flowers? Maybe I should just-.”

Willow took that as a sign to make herself known as she quickly fluffed her hair and went to slowly open the curtain, hoping to make a graceful and romantic entrance. But she accidentally pulled too hard on the curtain’s string and instead sent it flying up, making a loud noise that startled Hunter and caused him to lose his balance and nearly fall.

“Oh my Titan! Sorry! Sorry!” She whispered, rushing forward to grab his hands to help pull him up and regain his footing.

“Oh no, it’s fine!” Hunter said as he managed to pull himself up. “I’m not even supposed to be-.” He brought his face up to look at her as he went to apologize and saw how close they were as she came to his rescue. “-here.”

He audibly gulped as Willow stood close enough to see subtle remains of green face paint below his eyebrow and on his cheek. She couldn’t help but smile at the flustered look on his face as his eyes shot to the ground, knowing this meeting hadn’t gone according to plan for either of them but she couldn’t argue with the results.

“Hi,” said Willow softly, an airy giggle swirling within her voice.

“Hi,” he said back equally as softly, struggling to summon his breath as he felt her hands steady his own, making sure he was secure on the ledge. His eyes focused on their hands as the words quickly poured out of him. “Uh, s-sorry, I should've messaged or called or used your front door. I just didn’t realize how late it was until I was already here and I didn’t know if your dads would mind but I needed to see you and then I thought you might be sleeping but I saw the light was on and luckily you look beautiful.”

Eventually, he managed to bring his eyes up to properly see her and when he did he saw she was still dressed up and looked absolutely radiant. She was wearing the green long sleeved dress that reminded Hunter of the botanist from Cosmic Frontier and made Willow’s eyes pop. She looked so effortlessly stunning and he was still in his derby uniform. He realized his thoughts about her had interrupted his sentence and he quickly tried to correct himself. “I mean, awake! Awake! Luckily you’re awake!”

“Hmm, lucky me,” she said in a warm, dreamy tone that Hunter couldn’t name but made him feel like a vine had coiled around his lungs. She brought one hand up to rest her cheek on as the other delicately brushed his knuckles. “We missed you tonight, by the way. All of us, after the game.”

But especially me, her eyes seemed to say. This was definitely not the vibe Hunter was expecting to be greeted with but he could hardly complain.

“Oh, yeah,” said Hunter. “I uh, was just kind of tired I guess.”

“I figured,” she said sweetly. “But is there something else going on? You left without saying goodbye so I wanted to make sure you weren’t-.”

“Willow, I’m so sorry!” Hunter just couldn’t hold it in anymore.

“‘Sorry?’” she repeated, genuinely perplexed. “Hunter, it's okay if you were tired. You played a great game and I know you were up late so-.”

“No, I mean…after the game when I… kissed you,” he whispered the last part as though it was taboo. Willow tried to hide her budding smile at the fresh and already frequently revisited memory of Hunter sweeping her up in his arms, looking at her with adoration, and pulling her close to him in the heat of the moment… what was there to apologize for?

“Hunter, you really don’t need to-.”

“Even if the curse isn’t real, it's still unprofessional and it could have embarrassed you and I guess I just…” Hunter struggled to find the words. “I mean, of course I was excited but it’s more than that. Willow, I…” He looked directly into her eyes, the light of the moon making them even bigger and pulling the rest of the words out of him. “I have certain feelings… for you. But I shouldn’t allow them to make me act in such a way.”

But Willow just smiled. Of course he would be concerned about balancing things. She had seen him act the same way when he felt guilty reading for pleasure when there was research to do or when he would stay up late messaging her when he should be preparing for patrol. Hunter still had a hard time letting himself enjoy things and categorizing them helped him ease into it. It made sense that he’d want to set a boundary for himself.

“Okay, so we don’t kiss on the flyer derby field anymore,” she said with a shrug, happy to compromise as a twinge of mischief twinkled in her eyes. “Buuut we’re not on the field right now so…”

She bit her lip, also grateful she had freshly applied her lip gloss when she spotted him standing on the balcony. She leaned forward a small bit and eagerly waited for him to fill in the blanks.

“Oh… oh!” Hunter hit his forehead like it was so obvious. “I’m sorry! I should’ve done this earlier. I know it’s late and I shouldn’t have just assumed you want to talk about flyer derby. I should’ve responded to your messages to make sure you were free, I can come back at a better time if you-.”

“No no, Hunter it’s fine,” she assured him. “I’m always happy to see you. If there’s something you wanna talk about, my dads saved you a plate from tonight. Maybe we could go up on the roof and…”

She tried one more time to let him figure out the rest, but there seemed to be something on his mind that prevented him from thinking about sharing a fairy pie with her as they gazed at the stars.

“No, no thank you but no I… need to say this before something else happens,” Hunter took a deep breath as he adjusted his grip on the railing, squeezing his eyes shut as he allowed the words to pour out of him once more. “Willow… the feelings I have for you… they’re r-romantic feelings. I’ve had them for awhile and I wanted to be sure of them before I told you but they just keep getting stronger and I felt you had a right to know because I don’t want there to be secrets between us because you’re important to me and I wanted to make sure that I didn’t make you uncomfortable because I think you’re really amazing.”

He took a deep inhale, forgetting how to breath as he finally managed to communicate everything that had been weighing him down.

“Awh Hunter, are you saying you have a crush on me?” Willow teased, but Hunter did not pick up on the playful nature of her tone.

“Yes,” he said sternly but softly. “I know this may come as a surprise but I’ve been trying to figure out the right time to tell you and I guess… this is it.”

She chuckled, waiting for one of his signature smirks to show he was joking or flirting but he didn’t say anything else. He didn’t wink or laugh or do anything he usually did when he was joking. He had a unique sense of humor but this seemed off brand for him. Why did he look so guilty about kissing his girlfriend after a month-

Her face dropped. This was the first time he was telling her. He had no idea how she felt about him and he genuinely thought that she had no clue how he felt about her. Had Grom been a misunderstanding? Something separate? And if they hadn’t confirmed their feelings at Grom then that meant….

“Oh. Oh.” Willow whispered, realizing what had been going on. Or rather, what hadn’t been going on? She had just thought Hunter was shy, that he was taking things slow. But she had been so lost in the lavender haze that she didn’t realize she had been so far ahead of him.

He was waiting for her to say something more, and under different circumstances she would pull him over the balcony and kiss him silly and let him know that of course she felt the same way.

But she thought she had already done that.

Her mind was spinning. Was he telling her just as an explanation for his actions or because he wanted something to come from them? She waited for him to finish, to say he wanted to be official, for there to be no misunderstanding about what they were to each other.

But they were both waiting.

“Um, Hunter I…” Willow started but a vine came and wrapped around her wrist and ventured over to his, hoping to keep him there. But Willow knew how it looked and she didn’t want Hunter to see it and assume it meant something else. Because she wasn’t entirely sure what this feeling was. She quickly shook it off and hid her hands behind her back. “… I should get back inside. I-it’s kinda late.”

“Oh, yeah of course,” he said. “I uh, yeah I’ll see you… tomorrow?”

“Yeah,” said softly, backing towards the window. She wasn’t upset. She wasn’t sure what she was. She wasn’t sure what they were.

“Soooo? How did it go? Did he like the dress?” said Amity, flipping through a magazine as she laid on Willow’s bed having promised to cover for her if her dads came upstairs. When she looked up to her friend, she was not wearing the starstruck smile Amity had been expecting. She looked perplexed. “What’s wrong?”

“Um, what do you do when your boyfriend, who you've been dating for almost a month, tells you that he has a crush on you? I'm asking for a friend.”

#huntlow #huntlow fanfiction #toh #the owl house #willow park #Hunter toh #winter toh

[bones-of-a-rabbit]

A Robot Can’t Make Irrational Decisions

or at least, they shouldn’t

A short something based on my readerbot AU, where, you guessed it, the reader is a spruced up version of a staff bot that gained sentience and whom Moon, while infected with the virus, finds interesting enough to torment every night.

CW for: mentions of dismemberment, implied character death. Angst with no fluff, no resolution.

FNaF:SB Moondrop/Reader short drabble

-

You ran through the back halls of the complex, circuits crackling as you tried to push yourself to move faster. All in vain, of course, you weren't built to be anything spectacular- only ever to fix. And, apparently, be fixed.

The security animatronic was only four strides behind you now. Much closer and he would leap the last sliver of distance to pounce upon you like a cat with a mouse.

You turned a corner and ahead, glowing eerily cold in the dark, was the maintenance center- and the protective cylinder. An idea crackled through your processors like lightning. You raced into the cylinder without hesitating, skidding to a halt at one of the keyboard mainframes inside. On the farthest left side of the keyboard was a large switch, trapped under a heavy protective glass.

(EMERGENCY MANUAL LOCK AND RELEASE.)

The small red light beside the switch indicated that it was inaccessible. You slammed a hand on the keys, jarring the machine to life, and immediately slammed through as many gates and passwords as your higher clearance protocols knew. You glanced back.

He was at the end of the hallway, head cocked entirely to one side. Watching you. The instant your eyes met, he started to move.

(EMPLOYEE NUMBER NOT RECOGNIZED. ACCESS DENIED.)

Your servos were running faster than they ever should have, making every movement quiver just slightly. You punched the keys again and again, racing through password after password, through every access code and employee serial number you knew. You glanced up.

He had picked up to a run, that horrible grin only now visible in the dim light swallowing the hallway behind him.

You were rattling now and if you'd had a mouth with which to scream, you would have just then, in frustration and fear and desperation. You were so, so, so close, and you only had seconds to lose, and still you were stuck behind this one, single roadblock, as though you'd gotten this far for nothing,

(ACCESS APPROVED.)

You nearly froze, inner systems buffering for fractions of a second before you threw the glass case open. You gripped the lever with both hands, heaving against it, but it was stuck solid, as immobile as concrete. You were shaking all over now, stupidly glancing back once again.

He was going to tear you apart.

You threw all of your weight against the lever. It creaked.

Moon could practically feel his fingers digging into your back, ripping the flimsy metal open and pulling your wires out by the handfuls. He was so close, so close- he leapt, hands outstretched-

The switch flipped with a deafening THUNK, and the cylinder doors rushed shut.

CRACK

thumf

You stayed completely still, half convinced you'd been too late. Finally, you lifted your head, daring one more glance at the doorway.

The doors had closed the majority of the way, only a few inches apart- Moon caught between them, splayed across the floor. He was twitching, fingers leaving occasional gouges in the floor- trapped, but unharmed.

You stared down at him, circuits still crackling and scorching from the fear and the chase. He let out a warbled gargle and his legs started trying to find purchase on the floor, shuffling awkwardly.

Your hands were still on the switch. You gripped it tighter.

You heaved.

thunk

The doors slid open. Moon fell onto his stomach, disoriented. You pushed.

THUNK

CRACK

Moon let out a loud groan and started to thrash.

You heaved the switch back.

thunk

You pushed it with all your weight.

THUNK

CRICK

His voice box made a staticky fizzle.

thunk

THUNK

CRCKK

thunk

THUNK

CRRACK

thunk

THUNK

CRUNCH

Moon’s high pitched shriek was cut off short. Finally, the two doors connected snugly. Moon was silent, sprawled across the floor, half in and half out of the protective cylinder. You backed away. Your back hit the wall and you slid down to sit against the glass.

He wouldn't be hurting you tonight. You were full of terror anyway.

Neither of you moved all night.

#fnaf x reader #fnaf au #fanfic drabble #fanfic short #fnaf moon x reader #angst #content warning #character death #readerbot #readerbot au #repairbot au #repairbot reader au #moondrop x reader #does this count as dark? idk #dark fic #i wrote this instead of sleeping #and now it’s six am #hahaaaa I’m intelligent #qeued post

[undead-merman]

Sirris and Kylar you’re in their haunted house with GN-Reader

Sirris 

You had just bought this small house. It was a step up from your old moldy and grimy apartment that's for sure. The place was quite nice despite the history behind it, and sadly that you were able to afford it. House fire killed the father but the son lived. You wanted to do more digging but found it to be in poor taste so you held off. 

The place felt homely despite it all. It was well kept before you moved it and felt nearly brand new. Even the scent of ash you had somewhat expected was gone and replaced with a fall candle your realtor left for you. 

You decide to start now and begin unpacking. It was an exciting process though somewhat hassling with the bigger and heavier boxes, as well as your lock of foresight to organize the boxes better in your attempt to get out as fast as possible. You put away books that were mixed with old CD’s and video game cartridges. Some you mixed mugs with décor. All of them were a surprise because you didn’t label a thing. 

But as the sun set and you were finishing your last box you pulled out your old Ouija board, you had played with it a little too much at your old apartment. Convinced that several people died in the dark hole of a place, the mold grew too quickly and it was far too depressing compared to your older neighbor who had a delightful little apartment. But now you came face to face with the board in a house you knew for sure someone died in. A devilish idea popped up in your head. 

So you pulled it out of the box and set it down on your coffee table and set it up, even pulling over the candle left for you to add to the scary atmosphere despite the apple scent. You took a deep breath and cleared your mind.

“Is anyone here?” you call out to the empty and dark room. You could feel your heartbeat in your ears with how silent it was. Dead silence hung in the air, but as you opened your mouth to ask again the planchette started drifting, pulling over to ‘yes’. Your heart leapt into your throat. You're sure it wasn’t just your mind playing tricks on you, it moved, it was pulled. Nerves fluttered around, you cleared your throat and asked another question.

“What is your name?” your heart beat louder and you could feel goosebumps on your skin. The wait seemed longer this time, but your hands moved, S-I-R-R-I-S. “Sirris? That’s your name?” and it moved over to the yes. 

“Were you the man who died in the fire?” your hand was softly dragged over to yes again. Your head buzzed about. The situation was electrifying, your nerves alight with fear but your curiosity pushed you forward with leaps and bounds. 

You asked tons and tons of questions, even questions you had thought of back in middle school came rushing back. You learned Sirris was once a man, single father with a kid named Sydney, who would now be older than you, he was once a teacher, he loved his job, and sadly the fire started due to faulty wiring and started in his room, died before he was even aware there was one. 

You didn't even realize how much time had passed, looking at the clock as your eyes began to droop you saw five hours had passed. Your excitement made you forget about the passage of time. You yawned, saying goodbye and blowing out the candle and putting the board away. Your bed was calling you, and with how much you communicated with Sirris you didn’t feel scared by his presence. It felt reassuring, like a father figure watching over you. 

Every night you spoke with him, and every night you were more and more delighted by the responses, even showing it to a few friends who begged you to record it after seeing the proof, they had ran out of the house some of them nearly pissing themselves when you lifted you hand and the planchette continued to move. The idea mulled in your head for a bit and you decided that it might be important, you know people look for this kind of evidence all the time. So you resolved yourself one night to borrow your friend's camera, which was a million times better than your phone’s camera.

You set the camera down and took awhile to angle it just right, and make sure there was enough lighting as well as figuring out how night vision worked on this thing. You settled yourself down and began, a bit on edge with the camera rolling. 

“Is anyone here?” your fingers drifted along the board and you gently took your fingers off, watching the piece drift without you touching. It’s thrilling as you look over to make sure the camera is picking it up. “Sirris is that you?” and it circled back to yes. You could feel giddy and the smile was impossible to wipe off. 

Something was grazing your thigh but you couldn't see it. Even when trying to brush it away there wasn't anything. It switched to the other thigh. You stood up but nothing happened, nothing. "Sirris? Is that you?" There wasn't an answer, just something fiddling with your shirt. It moved like it was being pulled but there wasn't a thing there. An invisible force turned you to the camera as your shirt was pulled up but when you tried to cover up something blocked you again. Was something showing you off to the camera? The realization made all the blood rush to your face. 

"Sirris! Please, is that you?" You yelled out, and it scrolled back over to yes once more. 

For some reason that made you calm down. There were ministrations over your nipples. Gentle rubbing, circling and pinching in a way that felt incredibly good. Then that trailing in-between your thighs came again. But something inside you wanted more. You shuffled your pants down and felt that force start masturbating you, even making you lean back so your body was on full display for the camera. 

What you could only explain as Sirris was holding you up as your sex was played with nipples sucked. It's been a while since you’ve touched yourself, things have been so busy, and now this? Maybe you're losing your mind but this teasing feels way too real and way too nice. Your eyes were rolling into the back of your head. 

This? This wasn’t bad, not bad at all. You ground your hips back into the force and your moans were spilling out uncontrollably. It felt like you were fucking against cold air that somehow had the power to rub you. You moved and moved until the tension of orgasm finally snapped and you came. The dark ceiling felt like it was spinning and the cold air around you felt so nice. 

Your eyes fluttered open and you didn’t even realize you passed out as your eyes squinted against the rays of sunshine going through your blinds. Looking around you found yourself on the couch next to the camera that was still rolling. You rolled over and stopped the feed. Rolling back your face felt real hit when you could see you sex being moved and tugged by an invisible figure. You shit the thing off as quickly as you could. 

No way you could show this clip off.          

Kylar 

The manor had been abandoned since you were a child, you always heard the stories people whispered at tea time, or chanted by campfires. The story of a child, abandoned by their parents and left to rot in the old mansion. How his cries could be heard at night, his grumbling stomach shook the walls if you ever dared to step foot inside, and how he might end up stealing your soul if you angered him. 

The stories while they scared most children fascinated you. The macabre was always so fascinating to you and the stores only fueled your curiosity for life after death with the manor being the heart of it all. Throughout your life you had always saved up your money from holidays and birthdays to save up for ghost hunting equipment. Your closet was stuffed with tons of different devices and you told yourself after buying this last piece of hunting equipment you’d finally go into that strange manor.

The day it came in you nearly danced in excitement, hugging the box to your chest as you spun around and looked out your window to the house that everyone in town feared. Tonight you would be the first to break in, in over ten years and explore the place. You excitedly packed up everything, making sure it would be rattled too much, and paced around until it was time to leave. 

The moon was high in the sky, shining its full glory over the town and casting tall shadows. It felt like the perfect Halloween night, everything was perfect. Your heart was pounding as you hiked yourself over the massive spiked fence, watching the spikes. The yard was a wild mess, overgrown bushes, vines, and even grass. It was hard to even get through as the wildlife itself seemed to cling and pull you, preventing you from going inside. Enough tugging and pulling got you to the side window that had been busted open by a stray ball and using a stick you pushed out the rest of the brittle and grimy glass. 

The inside was musty, filled with dust and mold, the floorboards squealed as you climbed inside and looked around. Odd, quiet, and rotted but it also had a strange elegance to it. Old wood pillars, a winding staircase and tons of old décor. It was as if it was frozen in time with a layer of dust. You scrambled your way deeper taking a bit to look around the place. Room after room felt like a treasure trove, undiscovered, untainted by the world outside.

It was strange, you felt almost drawn to somewhere, and you followed that feeling. Up the staircase, down the hall, and the fifth door on the right. There was a bedroom with you that was stained on the bed deep and vile, as well as… human shaped. This was the room. 

You took a breath to calm your head, and sat your bag down and took out all your equipment. Within what seemed like moments you had everything set up. It felt like too little time, but still you continued on. You flipped on your recorder and made sure everything was running. 

"Is anyone here tonight? Is the boy who died here?" You kept as quiet as you could while leaving pauses for the voice recorder and you asked a variety of questions. When you were done you flipped off the recorder and stuck your earbuds into your laptop as you uploaded the data and played it back. 

Your voice spoke out clear as day on the replay, a voice followed. "I am here." Soft, yet not childlike like you were expecting. It sounded like a man. 

You asked for his name and the voice came up again. "Kylar…" how old he was? "20." How did he die? "My parents left me here." 

You paused the tape. A tad bit older then a child for sure. You were always told this child couldn't be more than 8. You resumed. 

Why was he still here? "Lonely." The quality started dropping, turning to static as the voice of Kylar still spoke. "So…" crackle- "very-" sizzle- "lo-" 

And the rest was static despite having a few more minutes of questioning. You took it back out again to continue playing with it, but it still let out terrible audio. Broken on the first night out. Everyone said this was the best one on the market. You tossed it, what a waste. 

Then a motion detector went off, flashing its bright colors right at the edge of the bed. You stood up and walked over, taking hesitant yet excited steps and as soon as you touched it you felt your body surge as if pushed and fell into the bed. You tried scrambling up but it felt as if the bed was eating you, pulling you in deeper to the stained sheets and mattress. 

Your pants were ripped right off your body as something parted your cheeks. Yelling and screaming did nothing as something cold and wet pressed against your sensitive hole. It felt too much like a tongue. Squirming and trying to kick whatever it was you had to bite your lip when a certain lick drove an electrifying spike of arousal up your body. Holy shit, why was that so good? More and more lick made moans spill out despite this fucked up situation, you on a bed this spirit died on! But those horrifically pleasant sensations were drowning out the rational thoughts of your brain. 

So much, so wet. Whatever it was, was lapping fluid against your hole and even pushing it inside. Panting your hips instinctively moved back trying to get more of this feeling but as soon as you found a rhythm it pulled away and a mix of desperation for more and a touch or reason flooded your brain. 

More, but good God was this really happening? Were you being touched by a ghost? How? How was this happening? And how could you get more? 

Your thought process was halted when what felt like lips kissed the back of your neck. That slimy feeling licking up and around your jawline and something poking against your rim. Slowly pushing in you swear you could hear panting and grunting as it feels like a cock was pushed into you. 

Pumping in an out before you had time to even take a breath in, it hurt, but in a good filling way. Groaning as it pushes deep inside you it just pulls out to do it again but somehow deeper. 

It hurts. It hurts so good. Shoved into the grimy disgusting bed you take more and more as you stare into space moaning now as the spirit dives its cock inside you. You don't even care about the context anymore. You just want to feel good, you want to cum. 

Faster and faster it goes and you push back until you cum finally. And as you're riding on the high of it all you can feel something cold shoot inside and it shocks you right out of it. You shoot back up, standing and brushing yourself off in a panic when you remember where you were and you can feel something drip out of you. 

Get out. You need to get out. You can grab your stuff in the morning. You yank your pants up as you dash for the door but as you yank you hear some sounds on the outside. Wildly shaking the handing again and again until you hear that it's chains. 

… How? You came in here just fine? There's no way it was chained now! Turning to your electronics you could see it all sparking and smoking as if fried. Phone, laptop, camera. Every single bit is broken. Years of money down the drain. And more importantly no way to contact the outside world. No windows, no way out. 

Please… someone… Help.

#degrees of lewdity #dol #sirris the science teacher #kylar the loner #tw: noncon #tw: death #ghost sex

[newbie-whovian]

May I request ten x reader where ten meets someone (reader) who he thought he lost in the time war but they were just displaced in time. When they Rematerialize the TARDIS recognizes them and instead of taking the doctor to where he wanted to go it takes him to readers location and when ten sees her it’s like angst fluff? Because ten thought he would never see her again and that he was the last of the Time lords but she’s right there!! Sorry I’ve had this in my mind for a while lol

(Thank you for the request!! Ten is so great, I hope I've written him well)

Lost and Found - The Tenth Doctor x Reader

The Daleks were coming; the city's defenses had finally fallen, and the Doctor was nowhere to be found.

You ran through the ravaged streets of your home, hearing distant gravelly screeches of 'exterminate!' growing steadily closer. You shouted, "Doctor! Where in the hell are you?" as you turned corner after corner, and after what felt like an eternity, you had gotten yourself hopelessly lost in the maze of rubble.

An explosion rang out somewhere in the chaos behind you, and a burning TARDIS came crashing into the ruins of some unrecognizable building. You nearly disregarded it to continue your search, but a weak sound came from the wreckage, and your curiosity overcame you.

You could feel it trying to travel, its effort hanging like static in the air, and as you laid your hand on the hull, it took you with it.

The city around you began to dematerialize as the dying TARDIS flung you away into nothing. You tried to call for the Doctor but you disappeared before the words left your mouth.

-

The Doctor, in a younger body but older by a great many years, meandered his way around the console, waiting for inspiration to strike.

He stared down at the grating below his trainers as he swung one foot in front of the other, muttering aloud, "Been a while since I've been to Barcelona. Weather's dreadful though, too much sand." He ran a hand through his hair, causing it all to stand up on end in the funny way he liked. "Could visit Queen Elizabeth," he mused, thinking before screwing up his face and saying, "Naaah, I'll remember."

The TARDIS hummed at him vindictively and he protested, "Of course I will! And besides, time machine? It doesn't matter." He paced some more before stepping over to the console, muttering, "Fine, you win," flipping a number of switches and dials and sending them hurtling through the void.

-

You took in a huge gasp of air as your feet finally touched solid ground. The wind whipped across your face as you looked around to see nothing but open plains of white sand and a pink and orange sky.

You couldn't think of a single thing to do to try and get yourself back to Gallifrey, if there even was a Gallifrey once all of this nonsense was over. All you could see was sand, in all directions, and it was a small mercy that the sun was veiled by thick orange clouds.

You sighed and picked a direction, trudging through the soft sand towards nothing.

-

The TARDIS shuddered to a stop and the Doctor leapt up from his chair, clapping his hands together and saying, "Right!"

He strode towards his door and tugged on the lapels of his jacket, tugging open the door and rehearsing under his breath, "Hellooo Elizabeth! How've you been-"

He stepped out and the smile slid off of his face. "Hold on. No no no no, not sand!"

He looked around quickly and glared back at the TARDIS, saying, "This isn't England."

Suddenly, a familiar voice sounded behind him, and he froze.

"Hello? Who are you?"

His heart rose to his throat as he recognized the voice as yours, and he turned around slowly. He saw you standing in the sand, looking exactly the same as the day he'd lost you. But you wouldn't recognize him, he'd changed faces twice since then; he could only hope you would believe him.

"It's me… it's the Doctor, but… how?"

You recognized his 'police box' and narrowed your eyes at him, saying slowly, "I'm not sure… a dying TARDIS, I think…" Although your friend looked much different, you could still recognize the sadness behind his eyes; it had always broken your heart, how such a wonderful, imaginative person had to carry the weight of the universe so often. Tears welled in your eyes and you stepped forward, examining him and saying, "You've regenerated since then. Oh Rassilon, how long has it been? Too long, I imagine."

He moved to close the distance between you, his eyes glistening as he pulled you in for a hug. You returned the hug with a smile, blinking back tears.

"Two regenerations… I thought I was the only one left- I thought everyone else was gone-" he uttered, holding onto you like his life depended on it. You buried your face in his shoulder and he quickly picked you up, spinning around in the sand as you both laughed.

"I'm not the only one! Oh lord, you're a miracle!" he cheered, stumbling slightly before setting you down and cupping your face in his hands. "I have so much to tell you!"

He looked around with his nose wrinkled, sneering, "But not around all this blasted sand, cmon-!"

He grabbed your hand and led you into his TARDIS. "I was just on my way to meet Queen Elizabeth the First!"

You frowned and asked, "Who?"

"Oh, she's an Earth queen, and apparently, my wife," he said with a shrug, flipping various switches that you were sure didn't do anything but control the temperature of the pool.

You stood by him behind the console, saying, "Your wife, hm? Been a bit busy since I disappeared, eh?"

He shrugged again and wrapped an arm around your waist before saying, "Thought she was a Zygon, long story."

You shook your head with a wide smile. "You never change."

He returned your smile and gave you a kiss on the cheek, saying, "Now, Queen Elizabeth, or Barcelona?"

"I suppose we could do a little bit of both."

His smile widened and he pulled one of the levers, letting out a yell of "Allons-y!"

#doctor who #doctor who fic #tenth doctor x reader #tenth doctor x you #10th doctor x reader #10th doctor x you #tenth doctor #10th doctor

[normal-sea-urchin]

Casey Jone Fucking Dies 2: Electric Boogaloo: Chapter 1

surprisingly short chapter on his time, but at least i have an idea on where the fuck im gonna pick up at chapter two, but yeah here you dudes go

Bleeeeeeeggggggghh.

Casey was not feeling so hot. He woke up the other morning with a serious fever and looked green. Like really green. Weird. But hey, at least he didn't have to go to school. 

Unfortunately this also meant that he couldn't go crime fighting. Thus, leaving him stuck in bed for two days. He tried to make the best of it; writing in his journal (which is NOT a diary), catching up on tv shows he used to watch, that kind of thing. 

By the end of the first day, he was sick of it. And by the second day, he was far past sick of it, and couldn't sit around any longer. Besides, the fever had gone down a bunch, the only problem was that he still looked kinda green. No biggie. He hadn't felt like throwing up like, at all, so he would probably be fine.

Once his dad and little sister went to bed, and the sun was down, he leaped out of bed, and into action. He applied his totally metal skeleton face paint and strapped on his vigilante gear. Once he had geared up, he opened the window and leapt out onto the fire escape.

The cold wind hit Casey's face, sending a bit of a chill through his body. He took a deep breath in. Who cares if he was only out for one night? He was gone for what felt like waaaay too long. Casey scrambled up the fire escape, way hype to fight some crime. 

He reached the roof and started scouting for some crime. Hmm. No luck. He jumped over to the next building. And the next. and then a few houses down. Damn. Where were the purple dragons when you needed them? 

CRASH!

The sound of glass shattering interrupted Casey's thought process (not that it was getting anywhere). He turned in the direction it came from and peered over the edge of the roof. A bunch of street punks were robbing a store. Hmph. Not in Casey Jones's town.

Casey snuck down the fire escape until he was close enough to the ground that it wouldn't hurt if he leapt down from where he was. 

"Huh, good haul boys!" the head sleazeball remarked, walking out of the window he broke. Behind him were what appeared to be his two lackeys hauling some boxes full of techy junk. 

"Hey!" Casey called out, grabbing the attention of all three punks, "No one steals in Casey Jones's town!" he yelled, leaping down from the fire escape to the ground with his baseball bat in one hand and a hockey stick in the other.

"What the- Who are you?" the head bitch asked. Did this guy just like, completely miss where Casey called out his name? Y'know what, whatever.

"I'm the last guy you see before you wake up in the hospital." Casey threatened. He loved saying metal stuff like that. 

"Uh, uh-" the main punk fumbled, "Get him!" he demanded. The two lackeys dropped their boxes and came chasing at Casey. 

"Not so fast, lawbreakers!" Casey yelled, dodging their attack. Casey lunged to the side of one of the lackeys and hit them in the back of their knees. He fell backwords and let out a brief scream of pain. The second henchman came running towards Casey with a steel pipe. He swung at Casey's head, but he was smarter than that. He crouched down to dodge the attack and spun around so that he was now behind the criminal scum.

Casey brought his baseball bat up above his head before crashing it down on the punk's head, letting his body drop to the ground. Just as Casey was taking a breather, he felt a sharp pain hit the back of his head. Like, a really sharp pain. 

"OW!" Casey cried, flinching in pain. He closed his eyes and crouched down, grabbing his head in pain.  

"C'mon, let's get outta here!" the head douche yelled. He heard their sneakers squeak against the pavement as they ran away. They were gone. Casey's stood back up, rubbing where the sharp pain lingered. 

And I really don't fucking know how, but his fingers completely missed the shard of glass that he had been stabbed with. 

Dumbass.

"Man, that smarts." Casey muttered to himself. He should get to the lair, maybe Donnie could check to make sure he wasn't like, dying or something (hint hint nudge nudge). After rubbing the back of his head a little more (and still somehow missing the fucking shard of glass), Casey crept into the nearest alleyway and snuck down into the sewers. 

                _______________________

He walked through the sewers, trying his best to ignore the smell. And the trash. And the green, muck-filled water. And the rats, Casey tried especially hard to ignore the rats.

As he neared the entrance, he heard the sounds of Mikey and Leo yelling at each other; probably arguing about whether to watch Space Heroes or whatever it is that Mikey wanted to watch. 

"Hey guys!" Casey cheered as he turned the corner and hopped over the turnstiles. He gave a small wave to the two blue-eyed turtles sitting in the conversation pit. 

Leo turned to greet Casey, only for his face to immediately. Upon seeing Leo's reaction, Mikey also turned to face Casey, only for his eyes to widen with shock and a bit of concern. 

"What's wrong? Do I have something on my face?" Casey assumed, already beginning to try and wipe off whatever was on his face. It wasn't until after he saw smudged black and white paint on his glove that he remembered he was wearing his face paint. "Fuck I smudged my face paint." he remarked. The room fell silent for a bit after that. 

"YOU HAVE GLASS STICKING OUT OF YOUR HEAD!!" Leo yelled, breaking the silence. 

"...What? No I don't." Casey commented. He began to feel around his head nonetheless, only this time he actually fucking noticed the glass shard. "OH WAIT WHAT THE FUCK!?"

#tmnt #2012 tmnt #casey jones #2012 casey jones #casey jones fucking dies 2: electric boogaloo #fanfic