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aiwe-the-little-bird · 1 year

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Fic: That One Bath Scene

Hey hey everyone! 😁 So.... I know a whole bunch of people were wondering "are you going to write the bath scene?"🛁 after I uploaded the rock breaking fic. The answer is yes, yes I sure did. And here it is!! 🥰 I'm probably more excited than anyone for this haha. This is filthy, smutty, and sexy. 😏 So please enjoy, just make sure your cat doesn't see your screen as you read.

Tagging the same people as I did for the rock breaking fic, just in case you all were interested! @lotrnonsense @starlady66 @elronds-pointy-ears @thesolarangel @eremeldanin

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Title: That One Bath Scene (Sequel to Between a Rock and a Hard Place. You should read that first if you haven't) 😊

Pairing: Durin/Elrond/Disa

Rating: 18+

Warnings: Just smut....so much smut

“Elrond! Slow your long elf-legs down!” Durin yells from behind him.

Elrond, Durin and Disa were still racing through the mountain kingdom, laughing quite loudly as they went.The looks they received as they ran sweaty, dirty and half naked (at least in Elrond’s and Durin’s cases), included suspicion, worry and even annoyance. The sight of the prince and princess of Khazad-dûm and their elf was becoming a common one. Though none had seen the three in such an odd state or mood before.

“Well maybe if you were just a little bit faster!” Elrond retorts, looking behind with an expression of glee. “It is certainly not my fault you can not keep up.”

Durin stomps his feet faster into the stone and growls. “Just you wait, elf. You will regret saying so!”

Elrond just laughs joyously in response and runs faster to keep ahead of his grumbling lover. But by some odd coincidence it is Disa instead who makes it to the door of their home first.

“What….?” Durin stutters, placing his hands on his hips as he slows to a stop.

“Disa?” Elrond stops just a few feet from her, more than a little confused.

The princess just rolls her eyes at them. “Maybe if you two had not been so quick to argue, you would have made it here more quickly.”

Durin frowns and joins her at the door. “Fine.” He takes her chin in hand before placing a kiss on her lips. “You are always right, my dear.”

“I certainly am!” She agrees. Disa is the one then who pulls the other dwarf into a passionate kiss.

A clearing of a throat from behind them makes the two dwarves part and look at their third companion. Elrond gives them a kind smile, though his cheeks are obviously flushed and his expression embarassed.

“As much as I am enjoying the view, perhaps we should move inside? Where no innocent passersby will be forced to look upon such an intimate and indescent act.”

Durin stalks forward to grab Elrond’s wrist and drags him inside when Disa opens the door. As soon as the large door is shut behind them, the dwarf prince wastes no time in pushing Elrond against the door by his hips. The half-elf gasps in surprise as he is urged to lean down.

“I will show you indescent, little elf.” Durin whispers, wrapping a hand around the back of Elrond’s neck.

With the hand not on the back of the half-elf’s neck, Durin teases his fingers down Elrond’s stomach. The fingers stop at the waistband of his trousers. Elrond wriggles away from the ticklish sensation.

“Durin! We are supposed to be getting cleaned up!”

The dwarf pulls away with a sigh. “Fine, fine. Ruin my fun.”

Elrond is quick to catch Durin’s wrist, bringing his hand down to rest upon his covered cock. He is already hard.

“I did not say I did not want you to have your fun. Because you will have it. But perhaps we can get in the bath first?” Elrond asks, blinking owlishly at his lover.

The hand on his cloth covered cock tightens over him and Elrond bucks into the grip.

“Well then, sweet Elrond. To the bath!” Disa cries as she takes both her husband and lover’s hands in hers and drags them to the bathroom.

The trio make quick work of Durin’s and Elrond’s clothing, though all of them keep getting distracted with heavy petting and passionate kisses. Eventually both males are left bare to Disa’s eyes. Disa seems to unconsciously lick her lips. Her amber eyes stray over muscular arms and braided beard, pointy ears and smooth skin. She all but pushes the two into the deep pool in their washroom. The water flowing from the hot springs warms them as they step into the water. Elrond stops upon the first step down, turning to look at Disa with a frown.

“But what of you, Disa? Will you not join us?”

“I was not the one getting sweaty and dirty breaking rocks, sweetheart.” She chides.

“I think there will be more than just washing here, Disa.” Elrond says with wide and hungry eyes, looking up and down at her.

Disa giggles and begins to remove her belt, dress and boots.

“Well if you insist…” She mutters as her own body is revealed.

“We do.” Durin agrees without hesitation.

With a splash, Disa finally joins her boys in the water. She takes two bars of soap from a dish by the side of the pool and hands one bar to Elrond.

“My dear husband, I do love you. But right now you are, for lack of better words, the most vile smelling of the two of you right now.”

“Hey!”

“So I think you should be the one to get clean first.”

“Am I not allowed a bar of soap?” Durin protests.

Disa laughs. “Nay! I think it would be more….beneficial, if Elrond and I had the pleasure of washing you, isn’t that right love?” She turns to the half-elf who was standing there, water barely reaching his hips.

“Oh, yes. That is a marvelous idea.” He grins before advancing on the prince.

Durin rolls his eyes at the two, but lets them do as they wish. Elrond takes his place behind Durin, beginning to wash the dwarf’s neck and back, using gentle strokes. Any and all sweat or dirt that lingered on his skin is swept away with soap and water. Durin hums gratefully when Elrond’s long fingers knead his shoulders in a massage.

Once Durin is relaxed and limp between them, Elrond kneels on the step in the water so he can reach his lower half. Durin’s feet and legs are next. Elrond barely saves himself from a kick in the shin when the soap brushes against the bottom of Durin’s foot. He is quick to move up, instead rubbing the bar over the dwarf’s inner thighs and up his backside.

Durin looks over his shoulder at Elrond and narrows his eyes.

“Tease.” He says.

Disa is not so innocent in her actions. She washes over Durin’s arms, innocent enough, and then his chest. But it is there that she pays careful attention to his pierced nipples. And when her soapy hand reaches his cock, she grips it. The dwarf is panting with exertion by the time he is clean.

“Was that necessary?” He glares at the other two.

“I thought you wanted your fun?” Elrond teases.

“Watch yourself, elf. You are next.” Durin changes spots with the half-elf, pulling his tall body upright again.

Durin is gentle in a way he rarely is as he washes Elrond’s skin. It is almost as if he is worried he will cause the elf harm. His hands rove over the unblemished skin, causing Elrond to sigh dreamily.

“Thank you, my loves.” He whispers as the two wash him clean.

Disa is no less teasing in her actions upon him as she was with her husband. Elrond shivers when the bar of soap flicks over one of his nipples. So of course the dwarf repeats the action. The hand that does not hold her bar of soap pinches at his nipples.

He squirms as the bar of soap trails down his chest, stomach, abdomen, until it rests right above the root of his cock. Disa stops touching him then, which causes him to whine in protest.

“I know, sweetheart. I know you want more. But we must wash you first.” Disa gentles him, running a calming hand over his hip.

With the lightest of touches then, she washes his cock and the balls beneath. Llight enough to not give him the pleasure he seeks, but firm enough to clean him thoroughly.

Durin, quiet the entire time, finally reaches Elrond’s bottom and he teasingly slides the bar of soap between the dip of his buttocks.

“Durin!” Elrond jerks at the feeling.

“Hmmm? I do think you need to be cleaned here as well.” A finger traces further down until it rests over his entrance.

“Oh? Is that so?” Elrond grinds out. “How do you expect to do that?”

“With my cock of course!” Durin pulls Elrond’s hips back until he can feel his cock against him.

“That is not how that works. Your cock will not clean it. In fact….” Elrond starts.

“Oh shush, let me have my fun.” Using the water as lubricant, the dwarf presses one finger into the half-elf.

“Oh.”

As Durin’s finger slowly makes its way into Elrond’s body, Disa pulls her hands off of him, though the half-elf is too focused on Durin’s finger to notice. With his free hand, Durin guides Elrond to kneel on the low step that was underneath the water, giving him the perfect angle to push his finger in as far as it can go.

Disa jumps up to sit on the edge of the pool, leaning back to watch the show. She begins to touch herself as she watches Durin begin to finger and stretch their sweet half-elf. At one particularly harsh jab to his prostate, Elrond falls forward, hands landing on the edge of the pool. Disa scoots over to them, taking Elrond’s hands in hers before she places herself right in front of him.

The half-elf looks up at her, biting his lip as he does.

“Well aren’t you a sight for sore eyes.” She giggles and traces a finger over his cheek bone.

“What do you… may I?” Elrond stumbles over his words as he glances down at the apex of her thighs.

“You may do whatever you wish, sweet one.” Disa traces her finger over the tip of his ear now.

Elrond shudders and closes his eyes at the feeling. When he opens them back up he slowly trails his hands down Disa’s warm body, starting at her neck and landing on her breasts. He holds them in his hands for a moment, admiring their look and feel. One hand stays there, but the other falls further down. He takes his time in running his finger gently the slick folds between her legs, finger tracking through the soft hairs above them. He looks up at Disa in question when he rests his fingers over the entrance to her body.

“Aye.” She says.

Elrond works one finger into her, matching the pressure and pace of the one Durin had inside of him. When Durin slows his pace down, Elrond does, and when Durin speeds up, so does Elrond. Disa throws her head back in pleasure as the finger retreats and pushes back in.

“Durin.” She calls out. “You are making this difficult for all of us.” She pants as the finger back inside of her touches the spot that makes her vision swim.

“Just doing my duty, love. Making sure Elrond is well and prepared.” He snickers.

“I’m sure you are. Get on with it!”

Durin presses a second finger now inside of Elrond, to which the half-elf repeats on Disa. Disa and Elrond both groan in tandem at the feeling. As Durin and Elrond work their fingers on their respective subjects, Disa takes a fistful of Elrond’s hair and pulls his head back so his neck is exposed.

“Well, if Durin does not deem it necessary to hurry up, why don't we give him a show, hmmm?”

Elrond nods fervently, now moving his fingers in a separate rhythm than Durin, trying to give Disa the pleasure she craved.

Disa leans down and takes the side of Elrond’s neck in her mouth and bites down. Elrond bucks his hips, surprised. The movement dislodging the fingers in him.

Durin returns the two fingers and leans forward to whisper to his lovers.

“You are not playing fair.”

“No! It is you who does not play fair, love. Teasing us like that! Isn’t that right Elrond?” Disa asks through shaky breaths.

Elrond is too busy to notice they asked him a question. He pushes back on the fingers within him, sighing in relief as a third and final one enters his body. He puts all of his effort into bringing Disa her pleasure then, fingers rubbing against her insides in a delightful rhythm. The half-elf adds another finger as well.

Disa rolls her hips onto the fingers and her eyes flutter close as the pleasure inside her builds. She moans and grabs tightly to Elrond’s hair as she finally reaches that peak, falling over the edge as lights flash before her eyes. When she finally comes back down to herself, she notices Elrond’s fingers still inside her. They are still, but not yet removed. He strokes again over her and she laughs.

“That is enough love.”

He removes his hand apologetically but she just takes the hand and licks up her juices still covering them.

“Thank you, sweetheart. You were magnificent.”

Elrond beams at the praise before his mouth falls open in shock. It seems Durin had finally finished preparing the half-elf and was now pushing inside him.

“Du…Durin.” Elrond whimpers, head falling forward when the dwarf’s cock finally finds its resting spot deep inside of him.

“Breathe, Elrond.” Durin mutters before pulling back and slamming back in.

Elrond keens as the dwarf sets a harsh pace. Thankfully, Disa takes his hands and wraps his arms around her waist to ground him.

“Rest your head upon me, love. Relax.” He widens his stance where he is kneeling on the step so his head can reach her lap. He lays it there and tightens his hold on her waist.

With the brutal pace that Durin sets, Elrond is fucked with deep and quick thrusts. Each one sets the half-elf’s skin aflame and he pants into Disa’s thigh each time. When Durin finds Elrond’s prostate again, he focuses only on that area. Disa can physically feel Elrond’s arms shaking then, struggling to keep a hold of her. With a gentle hand, she takes a hold of the back of Elrond’s neck.

“You are doing so well. Taking Durin’s cock so easily. You were made for him and me weren’t you? You are magnificent, Elrond. The sweetest of creatures”

She mutters such sweet and filthy phrases to him, to which he actually relaxes into her hold.

When the feeling of Durin’s cock against his prostate finally becomes too much, Elrond squirms in their hold. Durin reaches around the half-elf to grab his cock. And within a few strokes, Elrond is crying out and releasing his seed into the water. Durin follows suit quickly after, as the feeling of Elrond squeezing around him is too much pleasure to bear.

Durin and Elrond collapse forward, leaving Disa to keep them from sinking into the bath. She whispers lovingly to the both of them until they finally regain control of their own limbs. Durin carefully pulls his cock out and pets his hand down Elrond’s back.

“You alright?” He asks, as he always does.

Elrond nods, but buries his head back in Disa’s lap. “Just a few more minutes please.” His eyes flutter close and his arms fall limply to his side.

“You will become a prune if you stay here any longer, love.” Disa whispers, running her fingers through his damp hair.

The only response is a grunt from the half-elf.

Durin rolls his eyes, but sits down with them.

“Fine. But don’t come complaining to me when you look wrinkled and old like my father.”

“Durin, that is disgusting!”

#as one wise angel once said #sorry prof tolkien #although im really not sorry #enjoy the smut #rings of power fic #elrond fic #durin fic #elrond x durin x disa

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viilpstick · 8 months

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╰┈➤𝐮𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠: The sweet tune of the song was like the wind through her quietly enchanting. Walking over the skies as some type of dance, as he warm peach-like hand held hers.

𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔: Monique D'automne, Vil Schoenheit, Twisted Wonderland oc

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: English is not my first language, so please, keep that in mind if there is any spelling mistakes, Oc x Canon, Maybe OCC, Kinda Cringey, Slight SA (?)

𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: Fluff!

“Hey, looks like a little mouse lost its way.” Two Senior guys leaned in to take a look a Monique's features, something that it was not common to her; attention. It was usually people around her that stand out, she was just someone in the crowd. Resulting in the sudden approaching being awfully odd, and… Scary? Words were not found to describe, but indeed she was confused.

The three alone in the almost dark hallway, Monique just made her way out of the library and usually the place wasn’t “dangerous”, in any kinda of way.

“Oh, no... I'm not lost.” Monique says, her eyes looking up, but her head pointing to the ground, already planning to leave not looking behind.

“This little mouse looks thirsty…”

“we should take her for a cup of tea.”

A smirk of amusement grows into one of the Senior guy’s face. A shiver crossed her spine, and her throat locked up any disgusted noises. She steps away from them setting down her boundaries.

“No, thanks. My friend’s waiting me…”

“She’s pretty cute for a cat.” The tall male ignored Monique’s protests.

A cold air makes her way to her lungs, taking a deep breath not wanting to hear more from neither of them.

“How old are you anyway? What’s your homeland?” Curiously he asks.

Yet, she’s not willingly to give her answer.

“Leave me alone.” She says stepping away, but instead of leaving her be, the boy leaned closer looking to his friend.

“You see? Your teeth scare the girls.” His friend grins looking to him with teasing tone, as he angrily chuckles showing the pointy teeth, which, Monique didn’t even noticed, until the mention.

“So? She’s even cuter when scared.” They laughed along, the predatory tone loud and clear. She seemed to feel her body get frozen by a student’s signature spell.

Her foot moved a bit back, but she feels something touch her shoulders and back like a embrace, nervously she looks up to see a gentleman with blonde hair with tips in shade of purple.

”There you are, sweetheart. Sorry, I am late. I was looking everywhere for you.” He chuckles, the facial recognition was quick, the top model and actor: Vil Schoenheit. Here in their front. Defending the Ramshackle’s president.

”Hey! We’re busy here!” The boy tries to argue. As Monique watched the scene with a small satisfaction, that was showing in her face as confusion, she doesn’t remember to helped him in any way for him to be doing this, guess he has his reasons.

“Are you really? It looked to me, you were just leaving.” Vil leans closer to Monique size from her back, his eyes showing nothing but a hint of threat towards the older guys. They shiver under the eye contact, walking away with no looking back. Monique looks up to Vil, to see the angry aura nowhere near him.

“Don’t hold it against them. They are not bad at all.” He remarks, gently taking her chin for her to look up. “Now, stop frowning or else you going to have wrinkles.” His eyebrow raises naturally along with the smirk. “Where to? I’ll be your escort this evening.” Nothing more, nothing much, he says it fully sure of what he wants to do.

“I’m going to Heartslabyul.” She answers immediately him, unsure why of the sudden company, specially from someone like him, that according to Cater is so adored.

“Well, all the way around, walking it will take fifteen minutes… But…” A grin crosses his lips with a toned between purple and red. “What do you think of flying, dearie?” His question felt unserious and also not like a question at all.

“Excuse me?” He takes Monique’s hand a kiss in the back of her hand, left her already speechless, the gesture was so reassuring.

He walks up to the closest window holding her hand, the same one he place the kiss. At some point, she thought he was asking for a double suicide. But, when she leasts expects, there Monique was, walking on air or trying to with Vil holding her hands like a a slow dance. She watched the campus with him.

“Now, straight up your posture… No, no, your legs, straighten them up. And just walk.” Easy as that, he must think, she tries to relax and focus on the hard steps. “See? It’s not that hard. Is it? You’re a natural.” Vil endearingly speaks, his tone of a gentleman and voice soothing yet of a teaser. Once they arrive Heartslabyul back garden, he smiles, placing them both on the floor again. “I will make sure those boys won’t bother you anymore. But, do be careful around those type of people, on way or another.”

“Understood. Thank you.” Bowing her head thankfully to him, she hears a small chuckle in a low tone.

“That’s my girl.”

And with that, she sees himself vanishing from her point of view. That, for sure, was an interesting encounter. To say the least.

#💜 ! vilnique #💜 ! barbs' writes #💜 ! ocs #💜 ! vil schoenheit #💜 ! monique d'automne

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spidermilkshake · 10 months

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Rethink Gemini--Chapter 1

(This is an AU Buso Renkin fanfiction, with an alternate canon that massively subverts the source material! Read at one's own risk of confusion and/or entertainment!)

Trigger Warnings for this story: References to death, references to child abuse including systemic child abuse.

10:29 p.m., Monday, June 24th 2002

Night, though not a dark one. Moonlight—and a lot of it—streamed down on Ginsei, the modest-sized city in the western part of Saitama Prefecture. Tonight, the luminous orb had risen with a distinctive and smoky-blue tint to it. The Blue Moon, the literal kind and not the quite common occurrence of the “Blue Moon”—the second full moon in a single month. Semantics of selenophilia aside, it was a beautiful, clear night. The Japanese summer’s usual fierce heat and humidity had eased back a few degrees and now the faint breezes rustling through the uptown nature park were balmy and comfortable. Perfect, and lit with the full moon’s shimmering face looking down upon the Earth and its creatures.

Not all the Earth’s denizens met the moon’s gaze, but one such creature admired upwards, minutes at a time between ambling lengths of brush-lined pathways. He was instantly recognizable—passably human, as most of his kind of course were, but close scrutiny showed those hints of inhuman nature beyond just being “strange” or possibly disfigured. This was slight, subtle, but impossible for the result of some surgery, disease or accident. Lanky legs and arms were ever slightly too long, and most obviously his facial structure gave him an elongated and angular set of features. His chin protruded too far on a jaw too slender for it, his brow sloped off sharply into a thin, thin nose, with his pale blue irises such that they were almost blended with the whites flanking it. And angled just slightly too far outwards, his cheekbones just a bit too high and far back along his skull which set his ears just a few degrees flatter against his head than you’d expect from a human. His hairstyle of choice seemed to mirror the jut of his pointy chin, almost as if he cared little for the idea of “blending in” and wished to emphasize his crescent-like profile.

One had to appreciate one’s namesake, after all. Especially if it was a celestial feature. At the very least, it was currently handsomer than himself. Appearance goals need be attainable—and he already looked moony with the near-constant smile he wore.

Despite having the silvery lighting and the time to study everything about him, the boy ducked down in the shrubbery had no idea the man strolling along the path with careless joy was anything but ordinary. Preoccupying anything was the thought he was fallible. No feature was more noticeable for the desperate, shaking child than the clean, nice suit jacket, shirt, tie and slacks he was wearing. And his seeming inattention. A person dressed that well had to carry at least some money. That degree of skinny, regardless of height, with lack of initiative meant even a child could take him.

R-right?

Shusui’s small hand closed tighter around the shard of glass wrapped in dirty cloth. All he would need to do is jump out, close enough to knock him down, and hold the point on his back or throat until he gave up something. Then he could beat a hasty retreat loot in hand.

As the man grew closer the boy could hear him humming, amongst other grunts and odd vocalizations. He stole a glance across the path at where he knew Ouka was hiding. She’d cut her foot. She was weak and shivery, feverish with something. The difficult task of robbery had to be his alone, but she could keep watch and back him up. Just in case the stranger noticed, or had someone with him.

Shusui felt the loose chunk of stone walkway shift under the weight of the man stepping down. Now!

Moonface had slowed, taking another long glance upwards into the blued moonlight. The tiny footfalls alerted him; he turned to peer over his shoulder in a sharp movement, pale eyes widening and smile giving a rare falter.

The boy quickened his pace, lunging towards the man even as the turned head produced an abnormal silhouette against the moon. His shoulder thrust forward at a full run, aiming low at the backs of the knees.

A sharp scuff announced the lightning sidestep. The boy realized he’d missed a second later, just as the hand with long, thin fingers clamped onto the back of his shirt. He was dragged to a flailing stop.

“What’s this~?”

Shusui panicked and scrabbled for purchase against the path’s flagstones; the man’s voice wasn’t upset but quizzical—too unbothered for comfort as a robbery victim.

Moonface briefly released the small figure’s tattered smock and let him stagger in surprise before clamping a three-fingered grip onto the top of his head. A sharp twist had spun the child to face him, his own head tilting this way and that to better study the tiny person.

“Mnh, you’re no hardened criminal,” he murmured, a smiling expression returning to him, one of astonishment and intrigue, “You’re just a kiddo—and a small one at that!”

With a scowl and spike of fear Shusui swung out and up, just missing the edge of Moonface’s sleeve as the Homunculus jerked his arm back. Swift as light his hand snaked back in and grabbed the boy’s wrist. A single finger-squeeze on nerve and the kid’s hand spasmed open and dropped his weapon.

“Easy now,” the strange man chuckled, “no need to be so bloodthirsty.” His gaze dropped to the glass shard, realizing this attacker could never have hurt him even if he’d landed the blow. “What is a kid your age doing leaping out of bushes at passersby like this, hn? Odd behavior if you ask me…”

“L-lemme go!” Shusui writhed and leaned back with his full but puny weight. Even so, there was no change in the stranger’s inexorable strength.

“Stop that now,” Moonface jointly scowled and smirked—a terrifying combination of expressions on a face like his, “I deserve an explanation for why you’ve startled me and swung a shank my way. Stop squirming!” He gave the boy’s arm a firm tug, just enough to pause the child’s struggles a second.

“Please stop!” A second, far shriller child’s voice cut through the darkness with the sound of rustling leaves. The odd fellow jerked with surprise at the second tiny figure that emerged from the other side of the path, “He didn’t mean it! We’re sorry! Just please let him go!”

Never speechless for too long, the Homunculus held up his free palm in a placating gesture.

“Easy, easy there,” he tried sounding a bit calmer, chirpy tone softening around the edges. “I don’t mean you kids any harm.” He chuckled, “I just want to know why this little guy thought to take me out just now.”

“W-we…” Ouka choked, eyeing the man’s grip on her brother’s arm with uncertainty. She’d learned, unfortunately, that the assurances of adults rarely meant more than their dark actions, “Please, we don’t have money for food. We w-wouldn’t try to steal if we didn’t have to.”

Moonface blinked and tilted his head.

“Are you two lost?” Silence, but for stifled sniffs, “You have parents nearby?” Again silence, “Maybe… orphans?” As the young girl nodded, the Homunculus’s hand released Shusui and brushed through his own upswept forelock with a stumped look, “Well, this is something I’ve never come across before—unchaperoned twin primary school muggers…”

Shusui yanked his arm back and put a few wary feet between him and the strange fellow. Moonface bent down with palms braced on his knees, pasting his typical jolly visage on but unable to fully cover the hints of concern.

“Look here, I may not know much about kids, but I would like to help you—” he tilted his head the other direction, “—or at least I know some folks who can. That’s if you’ll trust me.”

“Hell no,” Shusui growled, but Ouka flinched as she took a step forward on her injured foot, glancing imploringly to her twin. “You’ll go to the police!”

Moonface threw up both palms, looking baffled.

“No, no, no—I wasn’t suggesting that at all. The help I’m offering is civilian!” He winced as he gestured to the darkened park, “I just don’t feel entirely comfortable leaving a pair of youngsters out here alone, no matter how tough,” he added with a sharp wink to the young boy.

“S-so long as… you don’t make us stay anywhere,” the boy replied with a heated glare.

“Of course, of course,” the Homunculus nodded.

�� “Do you think we could have some medicine?” Ouka piped up again. The Homunculus gave the girl another scan, noting the feverish and pale sheen of sickly sweat on her brow, and how tenderly she was standing and her raw bare feet, all weight on one.

“Absolutely,” he said, a flustered note creeping back in.

“You promise, no police?”

“No police,” he smiled, “You have my word. You’ll be allowed to leave if and when you like.”

Finally, Shusui relaxed his tiny shoulders, casting a worried look over to Ouka limping a step closer.

“If we have to walk, I can make it, but…” the boy was hushed gently as Moonface raised a few fingers.

“Not a problem. I’ll carry her. Er, if that’s alright?”

The twins were nervous to believe the stranger but their choices were nil. As the young girl was scooped off her feet, her brother swore he could see the sudden thought flash across the strange man’s face:

“Mmhn!” he chuckled, shaking his head at his own foolishness, “I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Lunnara Nikolaev, but everyone calls me ‘Moonface.’”

“I’m Shusui,” the boy murmured, following close beside the Homunculus to not lose sight of his sister.

“Ouka,” she squeaked herself.

“A pleasure,” Moonface’s chuckles broke the relative quiet of the park’s edge, “and a surprise. May I ask—how did the two of you end up out here in this park alone?”

The kids hemmed and hawed. With an awkward grin Moonface dismissed the inquiry.

“Never mind—I suppose that can wait until you’ve had a bite and some looking after.”

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It took a little less than a half hour for Moonface, careful to set a pace the small boy could keep up with, to cross the near-empty streets of the late night Ginsei City and enter the wooded hillside beyond the private academy. Shusui glared suspicion into the shadows of the trees and began to have second thoughts. Conversely, Ouka found renewed security in being carried, and already exhausted and relieved by being off her injured foot she ended up slumping heavily against the Homunculus’s shoulder. The darkened shape of a large and empty factory building loomed out ahead of them as the last twinkle of streetlights disappeared in their wake. The boy spied a single source of faint light coming from the crack underneath the smallest entrance, as if to subtly mark it out for those it was meant for.

Moonface made a beeline for it. With a soft creak he pushed it open, and Shusui ducked in ahead of him. He felt like getting a good look at the interior, and the stranger’s true intentions, before he could end up being led into an unknown.

“Watch your step!” The Homunculus’s lilting voice echoed in the metallic corridor, “On your right here there’s stairs to the sublevel. Don’t bother going straight ahead. It’s just the factory floor and it’s nothing but rust and dust.

“Wait a bit—” with one hand negotiating free, Moonface paused the kid’s forward push with a tap on his shoulder. The boy flinched and stopped in jaw-dropped alarm as a yellowish glow spread outward from the man’s upraised hand. Moonface’s gaze flickered from Ouka (eyes widened and silently awed) to Shusui (brows furrowing at what looked patently supernatural) before he snickered and shrugged, “—the light in the stairwell doesn’t work, you see.”

“I… see,” Shusui quivered. It seemed late to be frightened; sure, this Moonface looked strange to the boy, but this gold bright glow was like magic.

“This way~,” the odd-faced man stepped ahead once more, and Shusui scrabbled to catch up to the fleeting light he carried. At the foot of the stairs three halls split off, another light humming above the nearest door.

Someone was apparently within, as the sound of the footsteps nearby prompted a deep, severe-sounding voice to call:

“Who’s out there?”

“Just your Moonface!” the Homunculus said, cheerily, “—plus two, and in great need!”

“What?” A second voice, softer but with a rasping quality, gasped out. Before either voice had a chance to say anything else the strange man flicked out his free hand as if to shake off the light like fire from a match and pushed the heavy door fully open.

Shusui had the distinct sense he was being guided somewhere he was not supposed to be as his guide sauntered in, and he chose to follow while hiding behind the long legs. Two men were now fully visible inside the small, clean room that didn’t at all match the rest of the dark, dreary factory. They were halfway to standing and looked to be in their thirties, one with slate-brown hair and slightly tan skin and the other fairer with sleek dark hair, and while neither of them was as abnormally-featured as Moonface they each had their subtle irregularities. Their eyes, in particular, gave Shusui an immediate shudder of the extraordinary.

Moonface’s teeth flashed in a guilty-looking smile as he paused a short way from the table the men had been seated around. The larger of the two men had piercing gray eyes and a broad, naturally dour mouth, and with these he fixed the lanky man with a half-irate and half-nervous snarl.

“Where did you find those two,” the man stood fully and growled, several inches taller than even already-tall Moonface, “And why did you bring them here, of all places?”

“Mita-kun, old buddy, lower your voice. You’ll spook ‘em,” the odd-faced man giggled and drew back slightly.

“They’re not in trouble.” The man seethed, eyes narrowing to slits, “It’s you who should be scared.”

“If you were worried about scarin’ those kids why would you bring ‘em out here?” the raspy, soft-voiced man was quite a lot shorter than his cohorts (wider too) with normal almond-shaped but abnormally yellowish eyes and short, oil-black and ramrod-straight hair. He seemed far more anxious than angered by the intrusion, “If anybody here happened to be… well, you know.”

“Wh—well, I couldn’t just take them anywhere,” Moonface floundered, grin growing more into a strained grimace. “Couldn’t leave them either—they were out on the streets this late, by themselves, no parent or anything. And doing rough by the look of it, see there?”

Mita’s eyes were as sharp as they looked, and on catching the lankier man’s gesture towards Ouka’s bare feet he spotted the telltale signs of the infected puncture.

“You didn’t think to take them to a doctor or hospital?” he hissed, looking more and more aghast with every second.

“Well someone’d follow up at a place like that. There’d be a report of unattended minors at least, and there’d be police, Mita,” Moonface noted in a loud whisper.

“We’re not s-scared,” Shusui peeked out around his legs, drawing the attention of all three mystery men, “We don’t like them… th-the police never helped us… and they took us to the bad place. We got away and we won’t go back! You can’t make us go back!”

Mita opened his mouth to give Moonface another scold but seemed to rethink it with an exasperated groan and shake of his head. Ouka studied the man who had yet to be named, his rounded face creased with concern and abnormally yellow-tinted eyes flicking between the two children and Mita.

“Dammit, Moonface,” the gray-eyed man bade him bring the young girl over. “I don’t know why but you’re getting a pass here. What’s done is done,” Moonface exhaled with relief as he carried Ouka over to the chair Mita had vacated. She was set down with great care. “There should be a first aid kit stored over there. Bring it here.”

“Hey now,” the shorter man said, tone coaxing. “Come sit down while your sister gets looked after. What’s your name?”

“Hayasaka Shusui…” the boy craned his neck to see what his sister was going through as Moonface retrieved a small duffel marked with a familiar red cross symbol. Mita opened it as he knelt to survey the damage with a furrowed brow.

“And you?”

“Ouka,” she flinched. Apparently, the state of her injury was far worse than the kids had been aware. Mita gave a soft grunt and, if possible, examined the cut more gingerly.

“I’m sorry, but this is going to be painful to treat,” he sighed, “Try to hold still and this will be over much quicker.”

“Well, Shusui and Ouka,” Moonface grinned and leaned against the table, “You’ve met me, and I think you’ve picked up Mita’s name alright, so this is Norinaka. There’s other friends about too, I think. At least they ought to be—hopefully you’ll get to meet—”

“Oh no, Hanabusa…” the soft-spoken man paled, “she’ll be livid, oh no…” Mita shot Moonface another look of reproach.

“Eheh, well, we can wait ‘til later on that, I guess,” the lanky Homunculus hunched his shoulders. Norinaka cast another look of concern towards the boy. He was still nervously watching his sister as she remained stoic through the belated first-aid.

“How come the two of you’ve been on the streets?” As Shusui met the man’s gaze he had to blink to undampen his eyes, prompting him to add, “If it’s somethin’ you’re okay with talkin’ about, that is.”

“Uh…” The boy sat back hard. Fears retreating, the boy’s other desperate needs rushed in at once, and the weakness would have knocked him flat were he standing. Moonface straightened up, chewed his lip in thought a second, and took initiative.

“You two talk, and you two mend,” he chirped as he turned on heel, “I’ll be back in a flash. You kids look like you could use some chow.”

“Th-thank you,” Ouka said in a sharp gasp and closed her eyes through Mita’s murmured apologies as he finally fastened bandages over her wounds.

After a long pause, Shusui felt compelled to speak and rambled out:

“We don’t have parents.”

“Poor things,” Norinaka muttered, “I’m sorry to hear that. If it’s not too much, can you tell us, er, how, and also what the trouble with police was?”

“We were… locked in the house when mom died,” Shusui blinked, sucked in a breath and tried again, “well, no, she wasn’t really mom… mom and dad were just gone.”

“Eh?”

“The policeman said she took us as babies. She didn’t let us go outside because it was dangerous, but it wasn’t really. She played with us a lot, but she left us alone and locked us in.

“One day she didn’t wake up. She was dead and we didn’t know where the keys were. We were yelling for help—and—and—her body came apart… then later a few police broke the door to get in.”

Norinaka and Mita’s eyes widened, simultaneously shooting each other a brief glance of horror. But they remained silent, transfixed and not wanting to discourage the boy’s account.

“So we got put in the bad place,” the boy choked, face reddening with shame and anger, “because our real dad and mom didn’t want us. We were there a long time and nobody came for us. There was a doctor who didn’t like us. He told us to give up and get used to… get used to nobody caring. I think he said… it wasn’t good. We ran away one night. That was two weeks ago.”

“God damn…” Ouka was close enough she couldn’t miss this, plus the other stifled epitaphs, under Mita’s breath as he slowly put away the first aid kit. “… Now what?” he said, peering to Norinaka with keen eyes full of questions, who sat frozen with shock by the twisted story.

“We can’t leave these kids to the state,” he finally shuddered, drawing a further intense look from Mita, who had stood and leaned against the table in a tired way.

“I know.”

Shusui had a fleeting jab of terror at Norinaka’s words, reminded of Moonface’s promise to let them go free if they wished. He glared wide-eyed and level into the fierce gray eyes as Mita noticed him sitting up straight.

“Y-you’re not gonna make us go anywhere,” he hiccupped at a sob. The man’s hardened gaze softened with concern and alarm. “Moonface promised we could go. He promised.”

“I understand,” Mita said, seating himself on the chair next to Ouka’s perch, across from the boy. Something about the man’s serious, unsweetened manner brought Shusui’s mounting upset to a stall. He felt compelled to listen in a way he’d not felt in his living memory. “We don’t plan to force you into any kind of arrangement. But we do feel like we need to help you.”

“And considerin’ how you’ve managed so far,” Norinaka piped up, “we have no plans to involve that ‘bad place’, or anyone to do with it.”

“For now, I think it would be best for the two of you to take shelter here,” Mita nodded, “if you’ll have it.”

Ouka noted a puzzled but strained look passing over Norinaka’s rounded face before he whispered:

“Here though? We would have to let the others know,” he grimaced and wrung his hands, “I don’t want anything bad to happen…”

“That’s obvious,” Mita said, tone clipped, “They’ll become familiar in time, regardless.”

“…Familiar with what, Mita-san?” Ouka’s voice was quiet but not completely innocent. Her eyes glittered with a mixture of worry and curiosity as the larger man’s met them.

“Er, kids, there’s no need to be afraid—” Norinaka began, but Shusui interrupted with a bright spark in his eyes.

“Are you both like Moonface too?”

“…How do you mean?” Mita was instantly nervous, touchy enough for the pair of children to see it.

“He sort of made a light with his hand.”

Mita blinked and relaxed. He gave his left temple a slight rub.

“I was hoping he’d wait before doing something so rash…” he grumbled, “but yes. We are the same kind as him.”

“Don’t let it scare you,” Norinaka smiled apologetically, “we are not humans. No—but we are people.” He chuckled, also demonstrably nervous, “generally good people, I hope.”

“You mustn’t reveal what you have seen and heard here to anyone who isn’t already aware.” Mita’s voice lowered dramatically, imploring the two five-year-olds with his sharp stare. “There are people out there who would hurt us if they knew, and some of them are violent or evil enough to target you as well. Keep these details a secret.”

“We won’t tell,” Ouka squeaked, a bit more resolutely as she sat up and gave her bandaged foot a flex. It was far less sore than she expected for how short a time it had been looked after. Even at her young age she had the sense that the men’s’ odd “magic” was at play in that as well, and a bead of trust had formed like condensation in her mind.

“Thank you,” Mita gave a faint smile at this, “for how on top of things Moonface is, he can be careless. I suppose he figured you wouldn’t notice…”

“Actually—!” the man himself took a step back into the subterranean room with a chirp. Also present was an armful of vending machine spoils—a menagerie of pre-arranged mini-bento types and two bottles of something super-sweet and carbonated clasped in two long fingers each on the same hand. “Actually, I was more hoping these two youngsters wouldn’t care as much. Young kids are a bit better that way, eh?”

Norinaka gave the boxes Moonface set down a scrutinizing look and then an even more critical one of the sodas.

“Vending machine food and Coke? Really?”

“You try finding something healthy open this late,” the lanky Homunculus sassed back, sweeping around to find an open seating place, “Anyways, hungry kids now introduced to nosh, mission accomplished.”

“Point taken,” Mita sighed, glancing over to the boy now voraciously tearing the tape holding the box of tempura and rice shut. Ouka ripped open one of her own with similar fervor, keeping an ear cocked to the trio of Homunculi continuing the discussion.

“You really didn’t need to be so obvious, though,” Mita snorted, prompting a low hum and shrug from his odd-faced companion.

“Hush, it was inside. No chance of being seen,” he snickered under his breath, “except by the kids which was the point.”

“A pair of Familiars this young is going to be Hell to keep tabs on,” Norinaka fidgeted, “Maybe we should see if Karin and Shishaku would be willing to house them?”

“They’ve got enough to worry about that they don’t need more. Especially not more children, and especially not with extra needs.” Mita noted.

“We let young Homunculi stay here,” Moonface tilted his head, “Why not young humans?”

“Nikolaev.”

“Mmnh?”

“Word choice!”

“Oh. Oh,” he grinned in a cheeky way. “They may as well hear it. They’ll hear it soon enough from us, and more often.”

“They have a right to know,” Mita urged Norinaka to calm a bit, “So long as they stay here. They’re far more trusting than I thought they’d be, considering.”

“I just,” the shorter man huffed, casting a protective glance towards the wolfish twins a moment before continuing, “They’re kids. I just think they should be allowed to be kids, eh?”

“Hn?” Moonface’s chin jutted further, begging further elaboration.

“The truth can be too much for adults,” Norinaka shook his head, “These kids can’t be much older than five, and that’s at most. I don’t think an L.X.E. Safehouse is necessarily the best place for their adjustment. Think of what they’ve been through.”

“Yes,” Mita came to a firm agreement with a slow, thoughtful rumble, “It’d be the best-case scenario for them to be fostered or something. I know I wouldn’t want them caught here if this place was found out, if it does.”

Norinaka shuddered. Moonface wore a more subdued, contemplative smile.

“I can return to HQ tomorrow. Would be worth putting the word out there for prospective adopters in my opinion. There’s more than three hundred Familiars in Northern Kantou—surely one would want to adopt some kiddos.”

“We can see to that tomorrow. Let them rest for now until they decide themselves what they’d want,” Mita replied, observing the kids hard at work picking the last of rice and soba from the bento for a moment before he stood. “Consider that they may not want to be adopted by just anyone.”

The twins gave a concerted glance up at the tall, stern man before meeting each other’s eyes. Mystifying, each thought, that an adult had any consideration for what they wanted.

Moonface sighed. “Well, we’ll see,” and he turned to the pair with his grin still toned down but now chipper, “Are you full up yet?”

“Yes, sir,” the two said, albeit not quite in tandem.

“Thank you,” Ouka added.

“Good, good,” he chuckled, pawing one of the unopened bento back across the table towards him and earning a bizarre look from Norinaka. “Well, the two of us will be down here tonight if you need anything. Let us know when you get tired—we’ll figure out some space for you.”

“Moonface, why?” the short man jabbed a finger critically at him—currently picking out and happily munching on the tempura shrimp.

“I like shrimp.”

“Wouldn’t it make more sense to leave it all for them tomorrow?”

“Can’t I just enjoy a few shrimp?” Moonface growled around his mouthful, adding with a smirk, “Killjoy.”

“I don’t give a damn about your joy compared to these kids not starving.”

The pair continued their banter as Mita, preparing to leave, gathered a suitcase and a small cellphone from close by and finally paused by the twins.

“These two should be able to help you if you need anything tonight. I’ll be nearby though, just in case.”

“Will you come back?” Ouka said, fear completely banished.

“Tomorrow, yes,” he said softly. “We’ll sort something out then, if you’re ready.” He snuck a quick look towards the shorter fellow, a smirk twitching at one corner of his mouth a moment, “Though… you’ve made an impression on Norinaka already. I wouldn’t be surprised if he offered his own home for you.”

The two kids were stunned, quietly though as they bade the elder Homunculus a polite goodnight. Warm and confusing to the twins, still smarting from their short and bitter lives, was the idea that anyone would want them, or even care deeply for their small selves.

Something unbelievable was happening in their lives, even excluding the supernatural truth they’d just begun to dip into.

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Well, here it is! I quite like how this is going so far as an AU reworking of this mediocre manga by a terrible gross man. Can't help liking the shonen--and would like to really heck with its premise and enjoy it divorced from its origins. Which of course is also a critique of its origins. This story in particular is chronologically before the events of the main series and focuses on the reworking's story of what happened to the Hayasaka twins. It has some elements that are the same as canon (including that just... jarringly dark, dark backstory for a random mediocre shonen manga, with the child abuse and kidnapping) but most of it is wildly different. This will likely be a three-parter! I have most of the bulk written and done, just needs several more revisions on the latter parts.

Chapter 1 basically entails the retelling of the discovery of the Hayasaka twins by Homunculus and Creation Alchemist society... and vice versa, since kids can tell if you're supernatural creatures when you do some obvious sciencey magic right in front of them. Moonface. XD

It's also a good way to introduce a lot of the Homunculus characters as their natural and balanced selves, and introduce the AU in general and its vast departures from canon. It's… well, it's so different I doubt you would actually need to know much about the source material in order to enjoy it as just modern fantasy.

Next Chapter: https://www.tumblr.com/spidermilkshake/722429484529270784/rethink-gemini-chapter-2?source=share

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witch-hazels-musings · 3 years

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scaramouche, diluc, and childe with a [gn] reader whos terrified of needles?

Needle Fear

Warning -> General, sfw (mention of needles, getting a shot, cussing (S), sudden kiss (Ch))

Character X GN Reader | Anthology

Includes: Childe, Diluc, Scaramouche

Childe

Not only has Childe seen many sicknesses and many healers, but he’s also had to help his siblings through any and all visits they had to take - so it wasn’t unusual for him when you nearly begged him to visit the healers with you

There was something adorable about the way you tightly gripped onto his hand, the way you hid behind him just enough when you walked down the hall to the examination room, the way you glanced at him or turned to him every time you heard a person walk past the door. How could he not think you were adorable?

“Childe, it’s gonna hurt.” Your fingers curled around his shirt as you pulled him closer to you. His comforting scent and tall frame were like a barrier between you and the door you didn’t want to see.

“It’ll be okay, I have to do this all the time.”

“Really?” He nodded his head and lifted your chin. The smile on his face was reassuring and, for a moment, as his fingers rested against you, you forgot where you even were. That was until you heard the click of the door and the sound of footsteps.

“Hey there, are we ready?” They entered the room and set their items on the small table next to you but all you could respond with was shifting closer into the shield you’d made out of Childe.

“Hey, it’ll be alright. Wanna know why?” He leaned down, his arms spanning either side of you while his palms pressed into the mattress you sat on. The soft cool of his eyes brought you a reprieve, a distraction from the current environment and as you looked at him, you shook your head signaling him to continue. “I’ll be here the whole time, right here, that’s why it’ll be okay.”

After a moment, you gave in - how could you not when he was so comforting to you. “O-okay, I’m ready.” Your hands moved to grab onto his wrists and as you heard the healer begin to prepare their items, you continued to stare at Childe. “Don’t move.”

“I won't.” You nodded again, your eyes drifting to the healer, and when they ran a cool, cleansing cloth over your arm you tensed. “Look at me, it’s okay.” Their hand wrapped around your arm to hold you steady and your head twisted in fear.

“Childe --- I can’t … hold o-” Your words were cut off by his lips, his fingers wrapping around your jaw as he pulled you back to him. The suddenness of his kiss blocked out everything else, the heat of his lips, the fullness of his connection, it was all so distracting.

“All done.” You pulled away, your gaze dropping to the small bandage they placed onto your arm. When did they do that?

“See, I told you it would be simple.” Childe smiled at you and you hid your embarrassment in the palm of your hand.

Diluc

He couldn’t count the times he’s had to experience this type of care - from the constant exams done in the Knights of Favonious, to the aid he received during his three mysterious years - getting something like this was just common practice to him at this point - plus, it only took a few moments and then it was over, so it wasn’t that bad

Though, as he watched the way you fussed, worried, and nearly drew yourself to sickness at the idea, he recalled a memory of his childhood. If he could do it for you, he would, but unfortunately, that wasn’t the case and he was going to need to find some other way to keep you steady

Diluc stood next to you, his body angled in such a way that he could keep you in his line of sight while also observing the door. You didn’t dare turn around so instead, you looked out the window as you held onto your arms with a grip that hurt your fingers.

“I don’t like this.” You muttered, watching the workers meander through the vineyards. It would have been better if you could just be with them, hide in between the many dangling grapes, and as far away from this situation as you could get.

“I know, I’ve been assured this person is very experienced. You should have nothing to fear.”

“Save for the whole needle part, archons, why do we even need this.” You shook your head and moved closer to the window.

“It will only take a moment, I’ll be here the whole time.” Turning your attention away from the outside world, you gazed up at Diluc. His neutral expression surrounded by lively hair was somehow more comforting than anything you’d ever come upon in your whole lifetime. He was your rock, steadfast and sturdy, and as his fingers grazed your arm, ran over your ear, you knew his words held true.

“Oka--”

“Master Diluc, the healer.” You turned and saw one of the maids ushering in a young woman whose brightness lit up the room. You recognized her from the church and immediately you felt more at ease. Quickly, the instruments were prepared and as you settled onto the bed, your eyes found the one thing you were most anxious about.

“I know you’re scared,” She began, pulling a chair close to you while she explained the process. “I’ll clean your arm with this,” She pointed to the small tin before continuing, “then I’ll gently take your arm and give you the shot.”

“It’ll hurt, right.” You whispered, shifting uncomfortably to make more space.

“For a very brief second. Then it’ll be over.” Her smile was so warm and you knew she must have done this quite often.

“I’m sure it’s silly to see a grown adult so afraid of needles.”

“Not as silly as you would imagine, are you ready?” You looked at her and nodded your head slowly but when she began the process, you turned away and closed your eyes. That’s when you felt the bed dip and a warm heat spread across your body.

“I’m right here.” Diluc’s voice was soft, and sent a shiver down your spine - or was that the cleaning salv? It didn’t matter because as soon as your face found his chest, you disappeared into his warmth and security. All you felt was his hand over your ear, all you heard was the pounding of his heart; you weren’t sure how long you stayed that way, but by the time you looked up the healer was gone but Diluc had stayed.

Scaramouche

He didn’t understand your aversion to something so small. How could one little thing cause you to break down into a panic, it’s not like it could really hurt you - he’s felt much worse in his lifetime

So when you begged him to go with you, pleaded practically on your knees, he was stuck between his irritation of your complaints and how cute you were with those pouting lips and watering eyes (how adorable you look, he’ll never tell you though)

“It’s not that bad, just be quiet for one minute.” Scara pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed so loud you were sure people outside of the room could hear him. Of course, he’d be annoyed, you literally dragged him here to your check-up just so you could have someone with you when they … when they brought out the needle. Why did they need to do this to you anyway, weren’t there healers all around Teyvat that could cure you with a flick of their wrist. The fact that they also had instruments like these was confounding.

“I know, I’m sorry …” You bit your lip and turned away from him. Your eyes finding the sheets and fingers moving to poke at your gums, teeth clenching hard around your nails. This habit was one you developed a long time ago and while you managed to curb it during most activities but when you were stressed and uncomfortable it reared its head.

You heard the sound of Scara’s voice and turned to look at him but were interrupted by the healer entering the room. “Hello, are you ready?” As soon as they placed the items close to you, you went stiff. You wanted so badly to be calm but it was … impossible, look at that thing! Eyes darting to Scara you slipped into pleading but did your best to keep your thoughts to yourself.

“Will it hurt?” Scara asked as he watched them prepare the needle and syringe.

“Only for a second, I promise you won’t even notice it.” They looked at you but all your eyes could see was the large pointy metal bit that was about to go right through your skin and as a child reaches for their parent in the darkness, you grabbed onto Scara’s clothes.

“Fine, give me one. I’ll show you there isn’t anything to be scared about.” Quickly, he rolled up his sleeves and after the healer prepared a second needled, they held his arm while he looked in your direction.

“Ready?”

“Get it over with.” You watched as the needle moved to his arm, your head shaking but he seemed so calm. “See there is nothing to -- FUCK WHAT THE .. SHIT!?” His sudden outburst startled both you and the healer, but their professionalism powered through until it was all done.

“Wasn’t that bad … huh?” You laughed, your hand covering your mouth as you watched him stare daggers into the person at his side.

“Shut up, I’m leaving.”

“Wait! I still haven’t gotten mine!!”

“Too bad, you’re on your own.”

“Scara!” He pushed his way through the door and you heard him shouting indiscernibly down the hall.

“Are you ready?” The healer asked, and you began to bite your nails.

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dailytatsu · 3 years

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Heya! Can I request an Aether/Lumine & reader?

So reader is basically an immortal half-elf who've lived for centuries and a well refined fighter. Well at the beginning even tho they volunteered to tag along on traveler's journey to find their sibling, reader is rather obnoxious and a lazy-dork who only help when actually needed. But as the journey continues, they began to act like traveler's bodyguard after witnessing (archon quest spoiler!) traveler almost getting killed by the Shogun? And maybe random shenanigans happen between them (ft.Paimon). I don't mind if you do either Aether or Lumine if you feel pressured 🙏

Hi! This kind are my favorites! Tysm for requesting! (๑>◡<๑)

I did this with Aether since he is my favorite is who I chose, and I feel more comfortable writing with guys than with girls.

I know they have some different personalities but I can help but see Lumine as the all mighty abyss princess.

Hope you enjoy!

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Aether & Half-elf! Reader

GN! Reader

Inazuma Archon Quest Spoilers!

Request are open; sorry for any mistakes!

Genshin Impact Masterlist

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Aether always thought that immortality brought with it wisdom, beings who live for much longer than an ordinary human tend to gain an understanding of life and changes in the world after years of appreciating the passing of the ages.

But when he met you he couldn't help but feel that all his beliefs were based on fiction and old rumors from other worlds. You were anything but wise, not even his first choice to be the voice of reason.

Even Paimon takes her role as his guide seriously.

But what was so wrong about you that get him on his nerves all the time? And most important, why does is he still dealing with you?

To be fair, maybe he was waiting a little too much from you. After all, he always forget that you still have half of a human’s nature.

“Mmh? What are you doing?” You asked Aether the first time he removed your hair from your ears to see if they were pointy. They were, and Paimon yelled kind of a objection when she realize she had to pay for losing their bet.

Not a human, not a elf, but a hybrid between them.

The first encounter was really something he would never forget. Rumors about treasures and requests from the guild made them follow some clues to find a cave that was marked as lost, impossible to enter and explore.

But “impossible” is a word that doesn’t exist their vocabulary. Yet is common that regretting comes along when you’re that bold and risky.

At the very end of that strange cave there wasn’t a treasure waiting, not even a new clue to keep going with the mystery. Instead, was a humanoid silhouette, they seemed to be meditating, not showing a single interest in their voices neither getting nervous because of Aether and Paimon taking some steps forward to have a better look.

But they were breathing, and both could see the pupils moving slightly under their eyelids. Eyebrows twitching now and then, like they were having a nightmare, one of which they couldn’t wake up.

Paimon encouraged him to get even closer to shake that person's shoulder, while she was hiding behind some rocks, obviously.

Aether summoned his sword and then he approached slowly until touching them with his fingertips, waiting for some kind of jumpscare.

The stranger raised their arm, carefully but also in a robotic way. Their fingers were tense, as much that it was painful just looking at them. Like a quiet call, like a order that couldn’t be heard, from the pile of rocks where Paimon was hiding something emerge, breaking through the stone and letting a rusty polearm to be seen.

Their fingers closed around the weapon, bringing them back to reality.

“Master and weapon, reunited again, rise so the world can meet their end!”

Or at least that's what he would have preferred to find. A servant guarding a lost relic, a soulless body moving by a curse, perhaps even a fate that death could not prevent.

But instead it was something really underwhelming, something that broke the mystical and strange atmosphere. That person opened their eyes, annoyed by the light of the torches and disoriented by the situation.

With their body in pain and numb at the same time, how long have they slept in that position?

The first thing they did after waking up was sneezing.

‘So much dust…’

Never accepting missions for exploring legendary caves ever again. Nope. Negative. He refuse to.

What if they find another (Y/N)? Thanks, but no. One is more than enough.

“So what you mean is that your parents' families exiled you and locked you up in the cave for being an ‘abomination’ to both species?” Paimon confirmed once the three of you were back in the surface again. Her hands moving side to side to explain -in a very expressive way- everything you told them.

“It seems that we found the remains of an ancient race that used to exist in Teyvat.” Aether said, still surprised by the way you roamed to feel the wood of the trees and the grass under your bare feet. Kind of heartbreaking.

“Like the boar we found with Xiangling!”

He wasn’t sure if it was okay to compare both encounters but he could see her point.

“… ‘Wait for us’, they told me, ‘think about your existence and find the answer to why your conception is not the atrocity that everyone says you are. May their words not reach you, because we have long ears to hear the words of the gods and not the ones of those who defile earth’… ” You pronounced after decades of not needing to use the language you were taught, with one hand on your chin and eyes closed to concentrate. All you had left was the few memories you preserved inside your mind and heart.

“With ‘they’ you mean your parents?”

You nodded.

“And what happened next?… ” Asked back the tiny companion of the blond guy that rescued you.

“I got bored and I fell asleep.” You admitted, carefree about it, shrugging your shoulders and sighing.

A total waste of your youth.

“Eh!? Then you didn’t thought about those things? That sounded important!” Paimon seemed disappointed for your answer, while Aether held his forehead, without having a clue of how he was supposed to react.

That was the day you joined their party! New team member, (Y/N) strikes in!

Or something like that,,

“H-Hey! We could use a hand over here!… woah!” The little white girl scold you but from your high sit on the top of a big rock only a exaggerated yawning can be heard. Paimon crossed her arms to almost immediately duck down to dodge a fire bullet from the Fatui. Aether didn’t say anything, he was concentrated fighting.

“Oh, yeah… You’re doing great. Go, Aether, go…”

“Was that supposed to be a cheering?!”

“Hey, calm down” You said “He doesn’t need my help. Just take a look, he’s an adventurer. If I meddle it will be really boring for him.”

“Hmp! Now Paimon believes that you were lying when you said that you were a well refined fighter!” She was floating around you, ignoring the battle of his blond friend. Like a pesky bee, the only thing you did was avoiding her furious gaze. “Don’t ignore Paimon! How can you not hear with those ears!? That’s it! Paimon will give you a ugly nickname!”

“What about ‘extinct deaf elf-der’?”

“Yeah, that’s a good one!” She agreed immediately, then she shook her head, pointing at you like a guilty criminal. “Wait, Paimon doesn’t need your suggestions!”

When the last Fatui was defeated Aether turned back to face both of you, sighing because of the new arguing between you two. His sword disappeared and some steps were took to get closer.

Your eyes met each other, a slight smile in your face after looking him safe and sound. So confident but so unaware of the remain danger hiding. Your expression became a surprised one, then your gaze sharped like a killer sight.

You left Paimon on top of the rock when you jumped down, summoning your own weapon you ran straight to where Aether was. The traveler panicked just a fraction of second before loosing sight of you.

Next thing they know was that a you were behind him, facing at the nothing with a defensive pose, just a second of silence before a impact could be heard. Some dirt and dust was lift as the pair of Fatui Pyro Agents became visible again. They stayed there, defeated in one hit.

“Like I said. It would be pretty boring if I meddle...” Aether and Paimon were shocked, none of them felt their presence, not even the heat of the pyro delusion. Your weapon disappeared in the air, and your hands rested on your waist. “Dear Seven, that was intense.” Looking at your friends you sighed, with the laziness on your body language. “It was my turn to cook dinner, right? What a pain having to eat again… ”

Acting that relaxed after that really made them went Ô_Ô and Ö

A silent speech, where devotion and gratitude are the best topics of conversation. The message that is heard even if there’s no words in between. Just a exchange of gazes. Little signs of affection that are shown when it’s necessary.

Your family was gone. No clues about their whereabouts could’ve found in that cave of where you came. Not even the skeletons of a couple holding their hands and petrified in a sobbing position. Not even ashes.

When you have been thinking about the most unimportant things in the universe for so long you can deal with the lost faster than anyone else. Getting the idea of no remain evidence of your parents and feeling that it wasn’t that heartbreaking.

Maybe because you gained a new family almost immediately.

Still you could empathize with Aether, he still had his precious memories with his sister, still remember her face and her voice. And most important was that he knew that she was still roaming Teyvat, waiting for him.

Even if they leave behind Paimon and you at the end of the trip.

Or even if they just leave you behind.

‘I’m okay with that.’

You thought, stroking Paimon’s hair when her head found a comfortable place to rest in your lap. You thought, moving your shoulder so Aether wouldn’t have neck pain. Both sleeping peacefully and you staying awake night by night.

You’ve slept enough, for so long besides.

Somehow the flames of the campfire are warmer now that you have someone to look how the fire dance in the night.

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“I see, so you were serious when you told me that your companion was a mystical extinct creature, weren’t you?” Albedo’s hand went up to hold his chin, analyzing you from distance.

“They are half of it, actually.” Aether answered back, notice how Sucrose was asking you permission to check your features. The sparkle in her eyes made you accept her petition after feeling with the back against the wall.

“Your ears are like mine! Look, look!” Klee pulled your shirt, then she pointed at the side of her head.

“… Still the shape of both are quite different, the length too.”

Years of isolation really are hitting hard right now. You felt overwhelmed and somehow shy when Sucrose hold your face to have a better look.

You follow the traveler to everywhere, no matter the place, you were there. Like a shadow, sometimes just a spectator, other times like an actual active team member.

“Who would’ve tell that our Honorary Knight also has his own knight watching his back.” Kaeya’s voice has that joke but charming tone, as always.

Day after day, it’s the same, everyone talking you through Aether. Like some kind of translator.

“More like a human shield.” Your hand landed on top of Aether’s head, not agreeing with his explanation.

Bonk.

“I guess everything’s better than being Emergency Food.”

“Hey!”

“Haha! You three are quite a team, aren’t you?”

Of course you were. Mondstadt, Liyue, you name it. You could assure that every place in this two nations have at least one story about the team.

You knew that the most brave and magnificent outlander in Teyvat didn’t need a guardian, he can defend himself (somehow even if he’s still using that dull blade).

Bodyguarding also sounds like such a hassle…

You only provide a last resource help when was needed, sometimes also helping with some puzzles and mysteries.

The long eared people was known to be wise and smart people that searched for the full comprehension of the world. Also such a nerds and fans of knowledge. So, even if you considered yourself dumb, in your blood was the instinct of looking for the truth, and sometimes that impulse could be really annoying.

You were always near enough to reach him. Pulling his scarf from behind to move him away from danger. Countering after he gets hit.

Always in a place where you could reach him.

You just needed to extend your arm and you would catch Aether. It was always like this. Always with you jumping in the middle of the crossfire to shield them if it was necessary.

It’s always like this.

Until the day you three set a foot in Inazuma’s land. And a bad feeling of a imminent catastrophe made your shiver.

A new nation, a new problem to solve. But a war? Boldness and stupidity sometimes looks like the same thing, but no matter how many times you repeat this to Aether, he would still ran into problems.

And you would follow him, until your debt is paid, until his travel is done.

It used to be like this.

But then you failed him after being unable to move because of the fear that paralyzed your body. The day Aether faced Shogun Raiden in the ceremony. The day you heard the broken voice of a god inside the Shogun you also fell apart. It was painful, cruel, a void of anger and sadness.

Jumping into danger, without you behind.

You tried to ran between the goddess and your savior, you tried to get closer to at least be useful one last time as the shield you promised to be.

You tried.

But, for the first time, your hand didn’t reach him.

The void of despair and darkness that could be heard inside the Shogun devoured him.

The tears of panic and fear in Paimon’s eyes. The way the Shogun lifted her sword to end his life. The way you were paralyzed because of her presence, forced to be part of the crowd and presence his execution.

That day your facade of laziness faded away, the real feeling of being a knight burnt along your proud. It was so annoying, it was so unnecessary, but still you couldn’t ignore it.

“Are you… are you sure that you’re okay? We don’t have to find the Sangonomiya resistance today. If you need to rest then-” Your hands were shaking when you placed them in Aether’s shoulders, holding yourself for tearing up.

“We have to keep going. I’ll be fine.”

“Besides, if we stay near Inazuma this night they could find us! Paimon won’t be able to sleep like that!” Your mouth opened to counter their arguments, but not a single word dared to go against Aether’s plans.

They could see it in your face. The worry, the remains of shock and fear, the guilty.

“Don’t try to look strong then. If you get tired, tell us. I can carry you in my back.” Even if you were offering help your voice was serious, so cold but so hurt at the same time that nor Aether or Paimon knew what to said to bring the old you back.

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“… Aren’t you coming?” You could hear how the door was slid to let him saw you. The lighted spots on Aether’s clothes were purple, just as the lighting that almost end him. Your lips made a concerned and stressed grimace.

The young traveler took a seat next to you, outside the structure, sitting on the wooden steps and looking at the starry sky. The wind was cold but still the soldiers of the resistance were talking normally and the slight feeling of discommodity because of the excessive presence of other people was climbing up your back.

“(Y/N), there’s no need of guard us every night. You also need to sleep.”

“I'm not tired, I think I've gotten enough sleep, at least not to need it until the next century.”

Aether’s expressions went into a sarcastic one, asking if you were serious with just his gaze.

“That’s not how it works.” He said, trying to change the mood. “And if it does, then why are you always snoozing during the day in every chance you get?”

You had the answer to that, but you weren’t sure about telling him.

“Because everything supposed to be boring. Nothing really changed a lot and… looking at the familiar places was depressing.” So easy, so simple, but still enjoying the company, still enjoying the sound of theirs laughs and their own shenanigans. “… Lately, I’ve been thinking that I should not had left the cave. Don’t get me wrong, I do appreciate that you two helped me to be back at the surface, and I really want to help you on your journey, but if you still run into the chaos by own decision I think I could not follow you any longer before being a burden in your adventures.”

Overprotection, an unbreakable shield, frequently avoiding fights, always being pulled back to not be part of the battle. Enemies of the braveness of the traveler.

Worry, panic, an overreaction due to fear of loosing everything again.

‘let me do it’, ‘I got it’, ‘wait here’, ‘don’t get close’.

These day could be described like that.

“So, before I do something worse as an excuse of defend you, please let me find a cave to await. You do what’s is needed and… call me back, or leave me there, anything you think it’s better… ”

You could be pronouncing the words from the very bottom of your heart, but still your face was the same seriousness as the accident almost happened.

And even with that you felt his gloved hand removing the hair that was covering your right ear, revealing how it slightly leaned down, showing sadness unwittingly.

“Hey, cut it out… I’m serious about this… ”

“It doesn’t matter if you think that it’s the best option, you’re still sad about leaving.”

“… That’s cheating.” Removing his hand away from your hair you tried to act indifferent.

“You know the reason why we invited you to came along?”

‘You felt sorry for me.’

“I can’t totally tell the exact reason, but it wasn’t for you to pay us some kind of debt because of saving you.” He crossed his arms, looking at the stars, wondering if his sisters was doing the same. “We don’t need a guardian, we need our friend back. And I know you care about Paimon and me, but still you must enjoy the journey. It’s not fair that you are always aware of every potential danger while we mess around lately.”

An eternal silence, your response is late to appear but somehow Aether can tell that you already have something on your mind.

“Then apologize.”

“… Why?”

“For believing that playing as the hero and jumping to face the Shogun was something you had to do.”

“… but-”

Neither Aether nor you slept that night, the blonde had to listen for hours to all the things that you ever wanted to complain about since you arrived in Inazuma.

You made your position on joining the army of the rebellion very clear, you had no intention of fighting to seek "justice" or "peace". Because after all, that fight did not correspond to you, but if he asked you to, you would protect some soldiers or help to guard the barracks, if he asked you to, you wouldn’t complain about it (at least not that much).

Both had enough of each other’s attitude, but it was okay. Because that was what all of you chose in first place.

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DAY 29. DEALING WITH CHILDREN.

A CHALLENGE WITH JAVIER PEÑA.

NARCOS ┃ USEFUL LINKS.

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❝ a / n: don’t forget to comment and reblog if you liked it, i’d really appreciate it!

No one could be a better father than Javier is. Since Isabella was born, he has been in the trenches at any moment. You're not going to lie saying that you thought he would maybe miss some of the most important steps of your daughter because of his work, but he didn't. He was there when she stood up for the first time, when she spoke for the first time —DEA, you both broke into laughs as it seemed to be the most common word in your vocabulary—. He didn't miss any birthday, any special date. He didn't come home late, always on time to read her a story. He has done for her more than no one could do for their kids. But there's a thing your daughter doesn't let him do. Just one thing. And that has him feeling like the worst dad of all.

“¿En qué piensas?” You whisper tucking in bed, welcomed into his arms.

(What are you thinking about?)

He sighs a little upset, disappointed, sad. Javier puckers his lips as you trace them with your thumb.

“Hoy le pregunté a Izzy por qué no me deja que la peine”.

(I asked Izzy today why I can't do her hair).

His worry and concern touch your heart, not holding back a sweet aww now that you're conscious why your husband has been walking gloomily the whole day from one side to another.

“¿Me puedes enseñar?” He whispers hesitantly, showing you his best big puppy eyes. But he doesn't need to use them to convince you.

(Can you teach me?)

Palming his chest and nodding your head, you sit up on the bed. He claps his hands happily adopting your same position ready to learn. And you have never seen him more focused and concentrated on you, on the way your hands move through your hair doing different hairstyles —your baby girl's favorite ones. It doesn't take him too much to remember every step, practicing with your hair when you have taught him how to do it. You can swear Javier isn't going to sleep tonight, just wishing the hours pass quickly to wake up Isabella and help her to get ready.

“¡Mamá!”

(Mom!)

Not this time. You're not coming to her call from the bathroom. But your husband runs like a bat out of hell.

“Need help, mi chiquita?”

Your girl purses her lips and wrinkles her pointy nose shaking her head, still holding the black wooden brush.

“Mamá is occupied, but I can braid your hair”.

“Ah… Papá, you can't”.

“Yeah, papá can and he will. Turn around”.

Isabella is terrified. She knows she will be late to school because her dad is a disaster doing her hair and you will have to re-do it in the car. Cracking his knuckles, Javier gets down to work. He hasn't forgotten the three basic moves to do a braid, making sure it's tight enough to not leave out any single strand of her mane. When he ties it with a red scrunchy, he can't help but admire his piece of art before placing a tender kiss on top of your daughter's head.

“Listo, mi chiquita”.

(Ready, baby).

Isabella is freaking out in silence, surprised, standing up on her plastic step to raise the mirror and have a look at her hair perfectly combed. With widened eyes and her jaw dropping to the floor, your six-year-old jumps onto Javier's arms.

“PAPÁ, YOU'RE THE BEST!” She screams between giggles, hugging him and spreading kisses all around his face.

“You like it?”

“Pretty much”. She nods her chin with a huge smile decorating her face. “Thank you, papá”.

“You don't have to, I'd do anything for you. You know it, right?” He mumbles giving his little girl an Eskimo kiss. “Te amo, mi pequeño angelito”.

(I love you, my little angel).

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jekacatrina · 3 years

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can i ask for a number 248. “A mistletoe? Really?” bkdk of course ! (also yes i know it’s august and it’s not even close to december or the winter season at all but something jolly won’t hurt ;3)

C, first of all, sorry for taking so long, I didn't read your ask until today because I didn't want spoilers from the leaks so I ran away.

Second, it's never to early for Christmas fics! You just need Christmas spirit, which I have plenty, so here's a mix of Christmas shenanigans, possessive Deku, little shit Bakugou and dumbass Kaminari, which I love plenty! Enjoy, dearest, thank you for your art and all the light you bring into the Bakudeku fandom!

“A mistletoe? Really?” Katsuki regarded the Christmas hat Kaminari was offering him. In previous years their hats were customized depending on the one wearing it, but this year his was pointy and had mistletoe hanging from some sort of antenna. “I can give you 30 seconds to run as much as you can before I kick your ass.”

“Listen, this is going to be so funny!“ As usual, Kaminari’s lack of survival instinct was a bother to Katsuki.

“You’re wasting valuable seconds, Dunce Face,” Katsuki interrupted him, palm smoking in warning.

“Kacchan, quit it! Look,” Kaminari pacified him by putting the hat in his back pocket. “This is for the greater good.”

“Hah?” He was concerned enough to pause before blasting his dumb face.

“Okay, so, you’re dating Midoriya, right?”

“There’s no fooling you, is it?” Despite his expression barely changing, Katsuki felt pride filling him with the statement.

Katsuki was dating Deku.

Deku was dating him.

They were dating.

He was such a whipped loser, but nobody would ever know. Well, maybe just the nerd.

“I made a bet with Mina,” Kaminari explained, gesturing wildly. “She says you’re more territorial of him than Midoriya is of you, but I know better,” he winked, and Katsuki frowned.

“The fuck you’re talking about?”

“Come on, I’ve seen the flashes of green when I call you Kacchan.”

“Then fucking stop before Deku punches your lights out,” Katsuki crossed his arms and leaned against the doorframe.

“Midoriya would never hurt me,” Kaminari exclaimed, offended. “I just want to see how he’s going to react, I promise, just harmless teasing!”

Katsuki pondered his proposal; on one hand, he made his life mission not to agree to anything Dunce Face suggested. On the other, he was curious how his possessive little shit was going to react. Deku had been clinging to him for years, even before fixing their friendship, and becoming a couple. Sure, the nerd got flustered around attractive people, but he had stated some sort of claim over Katsuki since they were kids, and that unshakable admiration had helped them grow into what they were to this day. Playing with that side of him promised to be a fun development for the party.

“I want half of whatever you betted with Raccoon Eyes,” Katsuki said, extending his hand. “Now, give me the stupid hat.” Kaminari didn’t wait a second before slapping the item on his hand.

“Wait, half?!” he seemed to register the words and made a face. “Can we negotiate?”

“Half, or this shit goes up in flames,” he threatened, squishing the hat, and Kaminari caved.

“Fine, half.”

Katsuki smirked, stepping back into his room, and slammed the door on his face.

“We could at least hang out!” Kaminari yelled from outside.

“That’s what we just did, Dunce Face! Now go away!”

He studied the hat. This could be fun.

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Upon entering the common room, Katsuki scanned the faces until he located the familiar mess of green curls, partly hidden by the pointy red hat, standing with his regular crew. His didn’t have mistletoe, but a small bone hanging from the tip, most likely a dumb reference to their first months at UA and his lack of control.

When Deku saw him, he smiled softly, eyes warm, and Katsuki did his best to smirk, instead of giving him a moony and dumb smile. He saw the exact moment the nerd realized what was hanging from his hat. He only gave him a baffled expression, and he grinned in disbelief, then Glasses said something and Deku turned to look at him.

That was it? Huh, how boring.

Katsuki searched for Kaminari, saw him standing with Sero and Mina, and shrugged when he glanced at him. Kaminari looked from Deku to him, yellow eyes calculating. He suddenly broke from his group and strode confidently to him. Katsuki was prepared to kick him or blast him away if he got too close, but he didn't need to worry.

Kaminari froze as dark tendrils wrapped around Katsuki’s middle, and yanked him in another direction. He stumbled into a pair of arms he knew better than his own, and met Deku’s gaze, wide eyes full of fake innocence.

“Hey, Uraraka wanted to ask you something,” he said in lieu of an explanation.

“I did?” Round Face said, sharing a look with the Frog chick.

Katsuki tried to face her, testing how far the nerd was willing to go, and Deku didn’t disappoint. He jumped in front of him, taking his wrists and wrapping himself in a hug. They weren’t big on PDA, but they held hands and hugged without caring who was in the room. However, this was different; Deku was short of shielding Katsuki from everyone. Nobody could stand under the mistletoe as long as he stood under his chin.

“Are you for real?” he whispered in his ear.

“What do you mean, Kacchan?” Deku glanced up, and Katsuki huffed, kissing the spot behind his ear.

“Suit yourself, loser.” If the nerd refused to admit what he was doing, Katsuki was going to make him break a sweat before the night was over.

Katsuki broke from his hold, and went to flop down on the couch. He got a lap full of nerd the minute Sero sat by his side. He let Deku be, sliding his arms around his waist to support him, listening to the conversation around them.

He got hungry, so he pushed his boyfriend off him and went to get some foot. Sato passed him a plate, crouching down to his level and offering a turkey leg like he tended to do. Normally Katsuki just took a bite right out of his hand, mostly because he hated getting grease on his hands, but Deku appeared out of nowhere and grabbed the plate, muttering about taking care of it himself.

The night turned into a game; how much Katsuki could stretch his nerd’s patience before he snapped and stuck to him like glue.

Katsuki laughed until he cried when IcyHot leaned close with a confused expression, studying the mistletoe, and Deku accidentally head butted him in the chin in his haste to get between them. He apologized profusely with a flaming face while Todoroki blinked away the white spots in his vision, rubbing his jaw and backing off, and Katsuki lost it.

His favorite was when Kirishima tried to give him a hug. For whatever reason, Deku had been more territorial of him when it came to Shitty Hair since first year, and Katsuki ended up floating to the Christmas tree with his boyfriend grabbing him firmly by the hips, under the pretense of showing him the star adorning the top.

“Are you kidding me?” Katsuki said, smirking and flicking the ornament closer to the tip of the tree.

Deku didn’t reply, just hugged him tighter. Katsuki saw him smile out of the corner of his eye, delighted by the little game. His boyfriend was ridiculous, completely bat shit crazy, and Katsuki loved him so much he wanted to scream.

They left the party when Deku started to nod off on his shoulder, still clinging to him like a koala. Katsuki yelled a general goodbye, and more or less, dragged his boyfriend to his room, accepting the fate of sleeping in the tacky All Might room tonight over the prospect of hauling the many pounds of muscle all the way to his room.

“I’m beat,” the nerd mumbled, resting his face on the doorframe, but not getting in.

“I would say,” Katsuki scoffed, pinching his cheek. “That was some impressive quirk training, idiot.”

“You did that to rile me up,” he accused him, batting the mistletoe away.

“It was Dunce Face’s idea,” Katsuki defended himself.

“He’s a menace,” Deku said, freeing his cheek of his grip, but not letting go. “But so are you,” he turned his head to the side, and nuzzled into the palm of his hand. “Do I get a kiss before bed?” He glanced up, green eyes shining. How he could manage to give him such an earnest and sweet look, then turn around and kick someone in the face without remorse, would forever puzzle and amaze Katsuki.

“I guess you earned it,” he cupped his face, and lowered his mouth to his.

As he sunk his fingers in the green curls, tipping his face up and deepening the kiss, Katsuki ripped the hat from his head, and blasted a small explosion to get rid of the mistletoe. They didn’t need it.

Katsuki didn’t want to kiss anyone else but him.

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Thank you for this, C, I've been writing some angst and this fluff was so good for me! Hope you enjoy it!

#its all about the possessive Deku ✨💚#bakudeku #bkdk #bakugou katsuki #midoriya izuku #katsudeku #decchan #dkbk #im cheesy and corny and unstopable

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kiribakuhappiness · 4 years

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maybe asking to use first names? xx❤️

(Kiribaku Drabble Prompt)

He didn’t really know what had happened to him.

He didn’t really know what had changed, or when it had happened, couldn’t pinpoint an exact time or place when the puzzle pieces shifted, changed, and transformed. He didn’t know when the steady terrain he’d become so used to proudly parading on had morphed into slippery slopes, didn’t know when he stopped sitting on top of the world and instead felt the weight of it heavy on his shoulders –

Didn’t know when he’d stopped being Kacchan.

He didn’t really feel much like Bakugou these days, either. A household name that he did not share much in common with, a presence that he hadn’t really grasped hold of since he was very young.

First it was Bakugou, in grade school and younger, and then it was Kacchan, from Deku and beyond. And now?

He didn’t really know who he was supposed to be.

“Hey, dude.”

His eyes drift away from his homework, slide onto a soft face that has become so familiar he swears he’s started seeing it in his sleep; trapped behind heavy eyelids, illuminated in the darkness, an outstretched hand and a brazened smile, with eyes so warm and lips that looked soft.

He’s never been great at soft; never pondered what it must be like, never actively looked for it, never wanted it.

He wanted those lips though. He was curious...

He grunts, eyes lidded, watching.

Kirishima is nervous. It’s clear on his face; it always has been. He’s so easy to read. What a stark contrast it is between them, and yet how easily they mold together, bending towards one another, connected by invisible concepts that he’s yet to really work out what they are.

Kirishima is nervous. He’s twiddling his pen around and around and he’s tapping restless fingers against the sheets on the bed and he’s tasting his own lip between the sharp enamel of his pointy teeth and - oh yes, he’s very curious. So very curious. Curious and hungry.

Kirishima is nervous. But he pummels forward anyway; unapologetic and hopeful, unencumbered by doubt, almost sure of the answer; sure enough to send him surging forward. “Can I call you Katsuki?”

And oh.

Oh.

Katsuki.

It rolls off of Kirishima’s tongue like sweet honey, thick and sticky. It slides past his lips, like a happy breath of air after a long ab-clenching laugh. It lingers in the room between them, important and treasured, like Kirishima has been calling him that in his head ever since they first met, like he’s been replacing every Bakugou and every Kacchan he’s ever heard come out of anyone else’s mouth, like he’s been memorizing it and rehearsing it for this exact moment.

It sounds like home; companionable and friendly, familiar and steady, soft and coarse at the same time.

Kirishima is nervous. His leg is shaking a little as he taps his foot silently against the ground, as he raises his fingers from drumming on the bed to running through red locks that slide past a white bandana that is now beige with age and wear. He is waiting in agony, hanging on by a thread.

Kirishima’s heart must be pounding, he thinks, as he continues to stare at him, continues to hold him locked in this moment, continues to hear the question play in his head on a loop.

Can I call you Katsuki?

No one has ever asked before. No one has ever asked to call him Bakugou. Pikachu has never asked to use such a dead nickname. No one has ever asked before.

But Kirishima does. And Kirishima is nervous.

Katsuki nods curtly. A single dip of the chin is all he can muster. He thinks that if he doesn’t end this conversation right now, the textbook he’s gripping onto will surely meet its end.

“Sure,” Katsuki says, gruff and short.

Kirishima beams, but it’s softer than usual. Maybe he expected a fight. Maybe he expected some explosions. Maybe he expected to be thrown out of the room. Maybe he expected their friendship to be over.

Kirishima is stupid.

Katsuki could never let him go. Even if he doesn’t know how to say it. Doesn’t know how to show it. Doesn’t know how to feel it.

“You can call me Eijirou, too, if you want,” Kirishima adds on, words quick and feather-light, tumbling from an excitable mouth that Katsuki can only stare at and wonder. His lips look soft. His cheeks look soft. His hair looks soft.

He wants to be Katsuki. To be leaned on, like friendship. To be sought after, like enjoyable company. To be looked for, like dependency. To be smiled at, like loved.

Kirishima is smiling. And Katsuki nods again.

“Okay, Eijirou.”

#kiribaku drabble #kiribaku #first names #bakugou katsuki #kirishima eijirou #kiribakuhappiness drabble prompts #bakushima #asks #bakugou x kirishima

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somecunttookmyurl · 3 years

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Just to show you what this power looks like in your inbox. I present to you, my immortal, in it's entirety.

Chapter 1.

AN: Special fangz (get it, coz Im goffik) 2 my gf (ew not in that way) raven, bloodytearz666 4 helpin me wif da story and spelling. U rok! Justin ur da luv of my deprzzing life u rok 2! MCR ROX!

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Hi my name is Ebony Dark’ness Dementia Raven Way and I have long ebony black hair (that’s how I got my name) with purple streaks and red tips that reaches my mid-back and icy blue eyes like limpid tears and a lot of people tell me I look like Amy Lee (AN: if u don’t know who she is get da hell out of here!). I’m not related to Gerard Way but I wish I was because he’s a major fucking hottie. I’m a vampire but my teeth are straight and white. I have pale white skin. I’m also a witch, and I go to a magic school called Hogwarts in England where I’m in the seventh year (I’m seventeen). I’m a goth (in case you couldn’t tell) and I wear mostly black. I love Hot Topic and I buy all my clothes from there. For example today I was wearing a black corset with matching lace around it and a black leather miniskirt, pink fishnets and black combat boots. I was wearing black lipstick, white foundation, black eyeliner and red eye shadow. I was walking outside Hogwarts. It was snowing and raining so there was no sun, which I was very happy about. A lot of preps stared at me. I put up my middle finger at them.

“Hey Ebony!” shouted a voice. I looked up. It was…. Draco Malfoy!

“What’s up Draco?” I asked.

“Nothing.” he said shyly.

But then, I heard my friends call me and I had to go away.

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AN: IS it good? PLZ tell me fangz!

Chapter 2.

AN: Fangz 2 bloodytearz666 4 helpin me wif da chapta! BTW preps stop flaming ma story ok!

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The next day I woke up in my bedroom. It was snowing and raining again. I opened the door of my coffin and drank some blood from a bottle I had. My coffin was black ebony and inside it was hot pink velvet with black lace on the ends. I got out of my coffin and took of my giant MCR t-shirt which I used for pajamas. Instead, I put on a black leather dress, a pentagram necklace, combat boots and black fishnets on. I put on four pairs of earrings in my pierced ears, and put my hair in a kind of messy bun.

My friend, Willow (AN: Raven dis is u!) woke up then and grinned at me. She flipped her long waist-length raven black hair with pink streaks and opened her forest-green eyes. She put on her Marilyn Manson t-shirt with a black mini, fishnets and pointy high-heeled boots. We put on our makeup (black lipstick white foundation and black eyeliner.)

“OMFG, I saw you talking to Draco Malfoy yesterday!” she said excitedly.

“Yeah? So?” I said, blushing.

“Do you like Draco?” she asked as we went out of the Slytherin common room and into the Great Hall.

“No I so fucking don’t!” I shouted.

“Yeah right!” she exclaimed. Just then, Draco walked up to me.

“Hi.” he said.

“Hi.” I replied flirtily.

“Guess what.” he said.

“What?” I asked.

“Well, Good Charlotte are having a concert in Hogsmeade.” he told me.

“Oh. My. Fucking. God!” I screamed. I love GC. They are my favorite band, besides MCR.

“Well…. do you want to go with me?” he asked.

I gasped.

Chapter 3.

AN: STOP FLAMMING DA STORY PREPZ OK! odderwize fangs 2 da goffik ppl 4 da good reveiws! FANGS AGEN RAVEN! oh yeah, BTW I don’t own dis or da lyrics 4 Good Chralotte.

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On the night of the concert I put on my black lace-up boots with high heels. Underneath them were ripped red fishnets. Then I put on a black leather minidress with all this corset stuff on the back and front. I put on matching fishnet on my arms. I straightened my hair and made it look all spiky. I felt a little depressed then, so I slit one of my wrists. I read a depressing book while I waited for it to stop bleeding and I listened to some GC. I painted my nails black and put on TONS of black eyeliner. Then I put on some black lipstick. I didn’t put on foundation because I was pale anyway. I drank some human blood so I was ready to go to the concert.

I went outside. Draco was waiting there in front of his flying car. He was wearing a Simple Plan t-shirt (they would play at the show too), baggy black skater pants, black nail polish and a little eyeliner (AN: A lot fo kewl boiz wer it ok!).

“Hi Draco!” I said in a depressed voice.

“Hi Ebony.” he said back. We walked into his flying black Mercedes-Benz (the license plate said 666) and flew to the place with the concert. On the way we listened excitedly to Good Charlotte and Marilyn Manson. We both smoked cigarettes and drugs. When we got there, we both hopped out of the car. We went to the mosh pit at the front of the stage and jumped up and down as we listened to Good Charlotte.

“You come in cold, you're covered in blood They're all so happy you've arrived The doctor cuts your cord, hands you to your mom She sets you free into this life.” sang Joel (I don’t own da lyrics 2 dat song).

“Joel is so fucking hot.” I said to Draco, pointing to him as he sung, filling the club with his amazing voice.

Suddenly Draco looked sad.

“What’s wrong?” I asked as we moshed to the music. Then I caught on.

“Hey, it’s ok I don’t like him better than YOU!” I said.

“Really?” asked Draco sensitively and he put his arm around me all protective.

“Really.” I said. “Besides I don’t even know Joel and he’s going out with Hilary fucking Duff. I fucking hate that little bitch.” I said disgustedly, thinking of her ugly blonde face.

The night went on really well, and I had a great time. So did Draco. After the concert, we drank some beer and asked Benji and Joel for their autographs and photos with them. We got GC concert tees. Draco and I crawled back into the Mercedes-Benz, but Draco didn’t go back into Hogwarts, instead he drove the car into……………………… the Forbidden Forest!

Chapter 4.

AN: I sed stup flaming ok ebony’s name is ENOBY nut mary su OK! DRACO IS SOO IN LUV wif her dat he is acting defrent! dey nu eechodder b4 ok!

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“DRACO!” I shouted. “What the fuck do you think you are doing?”

Draco didn’t answer but he stopped the flying car and he walked out of it. I walked out of it too, curiously.

“What the fucking hell?” I asked angrily.

“Ebony?” he asked.

“What?” I snapped.

Draco leaned in extra-close and I looked into his gothic red eyes (he was wearing color contacts) which revealed so much depressing sorrow and evilness and then suddenly I didn’t feel mad anymore.

And then…………… suddenly just as I Draco kissed me passionately. Draco climbed on top of me and we started to make out keenly against a tree. He took of my top and I took of his clothes. I even took of my bra. Then he put his thingie into my you-know-what and we did it for the first time.

“Oh! Oh! Oh! ” I screamed. I was beginning to get an orgasm. We started to kiss everywhere and my pale body became all warm. And then….

“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING YOU MOTHERFUKERS!”

It was…………………………………………………….Dumbledore!

Chapter 5.

AN: STOP flaming! if u flam it menz ur a prep or a posr! Da only reson Dumbledeor swor is coz he had a hedache ok an on tup of dat he wuz mad at dem 4 having sexx! PS im nut updating umtil I get five good revoiws!

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Dumbledore made and Draco and I follow him. He kept shouting at us angrily.

“You ludacris fools!” he shouted.

I started to cry tears of blood down my pallid face. Draco comforted me. When we went back to the castle Dumbledore took us to Professor Snape and Professor McGonagall who were both looking very angry.

“They were having sexual intercourse in the Forbidden Forest!” he yelled in a furious voice.

“Why did you do such a thing, you mediocre dunces?” asked Professor McGonagall.

“How dare you?” demanded Professor Snape.

And then Draco shrieked. “BECAUSE I LOVE HER!”

Everyone was quiet. Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall still looked mad but Professor Snape said. “Fine. Very well. You may go up to your rooms.”

Draco and I went upstairs while the teachers glared at us.

“Are you okay, Ebony?” Draco asked me gently.

“Yeah I guess.” I lied. I went to the girl’s dorm and brushed my teeth and my hair and changed into a low-cut black floor-length dress with red lace all around it and black high heels. When I came out….

Draco was standing in front of the bathroom, and he started to sing ‘I just wanna live’ by Good Charlotte. I was so flattered, even though he wasn’t supposed to be there. We hugged and kissed. After that, we said goodnight and he reluctantly went back into his room.

Chapter 6.

AN: shjt up prepz ok! PS I wnot update ubtil u give me goood revows!

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The next day I woke up in my coffin. I put on a black miniskirt that was all ripped around the end and a matching top with red skulls all over it and high heeled boots that were black. I put on two pairs of skull earrings, and two crosses in my ears. I spray-painted my hair with purple.

In the Great Hall, I ate some Count Chocula cereal with blood instead of milk, and a glass of red blood. Suddenly someone bumped into me. All the blood spilled over my top.

“Bastard!” I shouted angrily. I regretted saying it when I looked up cause I was looking into the pale white face of a gothic boy with spiky black hair with red streaks in it. He was wearing so much eyeliner that I was going down his face and he was wearing black lipstick. He didn’t have glasses anymore and now he was wearing red contact lenses just like Draco’s and there was no scar on his forhead anymore. He had a manly stubble on his chin. He had a sexy English accent. He looked exactly like Joel Madden. He was so sexy that my body went all hot when I saw him kind of like an erection only I’m a girl so I didn’t get one you sicko.

“I’m so sorry.” he said in a shy voice.

“That’s all right. What’s your name?” I questioned.

“My name’s Harry Potter, although most people call me Vampire these days.” he grumbled.

“Why?” I exclaimed.

“Because I love the taste of human blood.” he giggled.

“Well, I am a vampire.” I confessed.

“Really?” he whimpered.

“Yeah.” I roared.

We sat down to talk for a while. Then Draco came up behind me and told me he had a surprise for me so I went away with him.

Chapter 7. Bring me 2 life

AN: wel ok u guyz im only writting dis cuz I got 5 god reviuws. n BTW I wont rite da nxt chapter til I git TIN god vons! STO FLAMING OR ILL REPORT U! Evony isn’t a Marie Sue ok she isn’t perfect SHES A SATANITS! n she has problemz shes depressed 4 godz sake!

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Draco and I held our pale white hands with black nail polish as we went upstairs. I was wearing red Satanist sings on my nails in red nail polish (AN: c doez dat sound lik a Maru Sue 2 u?). I waved to Vampire. Dark misery was in his depressed eyes. I guess he was jealous of me that I was going out with Draco. Anyway, I went upstairs excitedly with Draco. We went into his room and locked the door. Then…………

We started frenching passively and we took off each others clothes enthusiastically. He felt me up before I took of my top. Then I took off my black leather bra and he took off his pants. We went on the bed and started making out naked and then he put his boy’s thingy in mine and we HAD SEX. (c is dat stupid?)

“Oh Draco, Draco!” I screamed while getting an orgasm when all of a sudden I saw a tattoo I had never seen before on Draco’s arm. It was a black heart with an arrow through it. On it in bloody gothic writing were the words………… Vampire!

I was so angry.

“You bastard!” I shouted angrily, jumping out of the bed.

“No! No! But you don’t understand!” Draco pleaded. But I knew too much.

“No, you fucking idiot!” I shouted. “You probably have AIDs anyway!”

I put on my clothes all huffily and then stomped out. Draco ran out even though he was naked. He had a really big you-know-what but I was too mad to care. I stomped out and did so until I was in Vampire’s classroom where he was having a lesson with Professor Snape and some other people.

“VAMPIRE POTTER, YOU MOTHERFUCKER!” I yelled.

Chapter 8.

AN: stop flassing ok! if u do den u r a prep!

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Everyone in the class stared at me and then Draco came into the room even though he was naked and started begging me to take him back.

“Ebony, it’s not what you think!” Draco screamed sadly.

My friend B’loody Mary Smith smiled at me understatedly. She flipped her long waste-length gothic black hair and opened her crimson eyes like blood that she was wearing contact lenses on. She had pale white skin that she was wearing white makeup on. Hermione was kidnapped when she was born. Her real parents are vampires and one of them is a witch but Voldemort killed her mother and her father committed suicide because he was depressed about it. She still has nightmares about it and she is very haunted and depressed. It also turns out her real last name is Smith and not Granger. (Since she has converted to Satanism she is in Slytherin now not Griffindoor. )

“What is it that you desire, you ridiculous dimwit!” Snape demeaned angrily in his cold voice but I ignored him.

“Vampire, I can’t believe you cheated on me with Draco!” I shouted at him.

Everyone gasped.

I don’t know why Ebony was so mad at me. I had went out with Vampire (I’m bi and so is Ebony) for a while but then he broke my heart. He dumped me because he liked Britney, a stupid preppy fucker. We were just good friends now. He had gone through horrible problems, and now he was gothic. (Haha, like I would hang out with a prep.)

“But I’m not going out with Draco anymore!” said Vampire.

“Yeah fucking right! Fuck off, you bastard!” I screamed. I ran out of the room and into the Forbidden Forest where I had lost my virility to Draco and then I started to bust into tears.

Chapter 9.

AN: stop flaming ok! I dntn red all da boox! dis is frum da movie ok so itz nut my folt if dumbeldor swers! besuizds I SED HE HAD A HEDACHE! and da reson snap dosent lik harry now is coz hes christian and vampire is a satanist! MCR ROX!

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I was so mad and sad. I couldn’t believe Draco for cheating on me. I began to cry against the tree where I did it with Draco.

Then all of a suddenly, an horrible man with red eyes and no nose and everything started flying towards me on a broomstick! He didn’t have a nose (basically like Voldemort in the movie) and he was wearing all black but it was obvious he wasn’t gothic. It was…… Voldemort!

“No!” I shouted in a scared voice but then Voldemort shouted “Imperius!” and I couldn’t run away.

“Crookshanks!” I shouted at him. Voldemort fell of his broom and started to scream. I felt bad for him even though I’m a sadist so I stopped.

“Ebony.” he yelled. “Thou must kill Vampire Potter!”

I thought about Vampire and his sexah eyes and his gothic black hair and how his face looks just like Joel Madden. I remembered that Draco had said I didn’t understand, so I thought, what if Draco went out with Vampire before I went out with him and they broke up?

“No, Voldemort!” I shouted back.

Voldemort gave me a gun. “No! Please!” I begged.

“Thou must!” he yelled. “If thou does not, then I shall kill thy beloved Draco!”

“How did you know?” I asked in a surprised way.

Voldemort got a dude-ur-so-retarded look on his face. “I hath telekinesis.” he answered cruelly. “And if you doth not kill Vampire, then thou know what will happen to Draco!” he shouted. Then he flew away angrily on his broomstick.

I was so scared and mad I didn’t know what to do. Suddenly Draco came into the woods.

“Draco!” I said. “Hi!”

“Hi.” he said back but his face was all sad. He was wearing white foundation and messy eyeliner kind of like a pentagram (geddit) between Joel Madden and Gerard Way.

“Are you okay?” I asked.

“No.” he answered.

“I’m sorry I got all mad at you but I thought you cheated on me.” I expelled.

“That’s okay.” he said all depressed and we went back into Hogwarts together making out.

Chapter 10.

AN: stup it u gay fags if u donot lik ma story den fukk off! ps it turnz out b’loody mary isn’t a muggle afert al n she n vampire r evil datz y dey movd houses ok!

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I was really scared about Vlodemort all day. I was even upset went to rehearsals with my gothic metal band Bloody Gothic Rose 666. I am the lead singer of it and I play guitar. People say that we sound like a cross between GC, Slipknot and MCR. The other people in the band are B’loody Mary, Vampire, Draco, Ron (although we call him Diabolo now. He has black hair now with blue streaks in it.) and Hargrid. Only today Draco and Vampire were depressed so they weren’t coming and we wrote songs instead. I knew Draco was probably slitting his wrists (he wouldn’t die because he was a vampire too and the only way you can kill a vampire is with a c-r-o-s-s (there’s no way I’m writing that) or a steak) and Vampire was probably watching a depressing movie like The Corpse Bride. I put on a black leather shirt that showed off my boobs and tiny matching miniskirt that said Simple Plan on the butt. You might think I’m a slut but I’m really not.

We were singing a cover of ‘Helena’ and at the end of the song I suddenly bust into tears.

“Ebony! Are you OK?” B’loody Mary asked in a concerted voice.

“What the fuck do you think?” I asked angrily. And then I said. “Well, Voldemort came and the fucking bastard told me to fucking kill Harry! But I don’t want to kill him, because, he’s really nice, even if he did go out with Draco. But if I don’t kill Harry, then Voldemort, will fucking kill Draco!” I burst into tears. Suddenly Draco jumped out from behind a wall.

“Why didn’t you fucking tell me!” he shouted. “How could you- you- you fucking poser muggle bitch!” (c is dat out of character?)

I started to cry and cry. Draco started to cry too all sensitive. Then he ran out crying.

We practiced for one more hour. Then suddenly Dumbeldore walked in angrily! His eyes were all fiery and I knew this time it wasn’t cause he had a headache.

“What have you done!” He started to cry wisely. (c dats basically nut swering and dis time he wuz relly upset n u wil c y) “Ebony Draco has been found in his room. He committed suicide by slitting his wrists.”

Chapter 11.

AN: i sed stup flaming up prepz! c if dis chaptr is srupid!1111 it delz wit rly sris issus! sp c 4 urself if itz ztupid brw fangz 2 ma frend raven 4 hleping me!

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“NO!” I screamed. I was horrorfied! B’loody Mary tried to comfort me but I told her fuck off and I ran to my room crying myself. Dumbledore chased after me shouting but he had to stop when I went into my room cause he would look like a perv that way.

Anyway, I started crying tears of blood and then I slit both of my wrists. They got all over my clothes so I took them off and jumped into the bath angrily while I put on a Linkin Park song at full volume. I grabbed a steak and almost stuck it into my heart to commit suicide. I was so fucking depressed! I got out of the bathtub and put on a black low-cut dress with lace all over it sandly. I put on black high heels with pink metal stuff on the ends and six pairs of skull earrings. I couldn’t fucking believe it. Then I looked out the window and screamed… Snap was spying on me and he was taking a video tape of me! And Loopin was masticating to it! They were sitting on their broomsticks.

“EW, YOU FUCKING PERVS, STOP LOOKING AT ME NAKED! ARE YOU PEDOS OR WHAT!” I screamed putting on a black towel with a picture of Marilyn Mason on it. Suddenly Vampire ran in.

“Abra Kedavra!” he yelled at Snape and Loopin pointing his womb. I took my gun and shot Snape and Loopin a gazillion times and they both started screaming and the camera broke. Suddenly, Dumblydore ran in. “Ebony, it has been revealed that someone has - NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” he shouted looking at Snape and Loopin and then he waved his wand and suddenly…

Hargrid ran outside on his broom and said everyone we need to talk.

“What do you know, Hargrid? You’re just a little Hogwarts student!”

“I MAY BE A HOGWARTS STUDENT….” Hargirid paused angrily. “BUT I AM ALSO A SATANIST!”

“This cannot be.” Snap said in a crisp voice as blood dripped from his hand where Dumblydore’s wand had shot him. “There must be other factors.”

“YOU DON’T HAVE ANY!” I yelled in madly.

Loopin held up the camera triumelephantly. “The lens may be ruined but the tape is still there!”

I felt faint, more than I normally do like how it feels when you do not drink enough blood.

“Why are you doing this?” Loopin said angrily while he rubbed his dirty hands on his clook.

And then I heard the words that I had heard before but not from him. I did not know whether to feel shocked and happy or to bite him and drink his blood because I felt faint.

“BECAUSE…BECAUSE….” Hargid said and he paused in the air dramitaclly, waving his wand in the air. Then swooped he in singing to the tune of a gothic version of a song by 50 Cent.

“Because you’re goffic?” Snap asked in a little afraid voice cause he was afraind it meant he was connected with Satan.

“Because I LOVE HER!”

Chapter 12.

AN: stop f,aing ok hargrid is a pedo 2 a lot of ppl in amerikan skoolz r lik dat I wunted 2 adres da ishu! how du u no snap iant kristian plus hargrid isn’t really in luv wif ebony dat was sedric ok!

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I was about to slit my wrists again with the silver knife that Drago had given me in case anything happened to him. He had told me to use it valiantly against an enemy but I knew that we must both go together.

“NO!” I THOUGHT IT WAS HAIRgrid but it was Vampire. He started to scream. “OMFG! NOOOOO! MY SCAR HURTS!” and then….. his eyes rolled up! You could only see his red whites.

I stopped. “How did u know?”

“I saw it! And my scar turned back into the lightning bolt!”

“NO!” I ran up closer. “I thought you didn’t have a scar anymore!” I shouted.

“I do but Diabolo changed it into a pentagram for me and I always cover it up with foundation.” he said back. “Anyway my scar hurt and it turned back into the lightning bolt! Save me! then I had a vision of what was happening to Draco…………….Volfemort has him bondage!”

Anyway I was in the school nurse’s office now recovering from my slit wrists. Snap and Loopin and HAHRID were there too. They were going to St. Mango’s after they recovered cause they were pedofiles and you can’t have those fucking pervs teaching in a school with lots of hot gurlz. Dumbledore had constipated the cideo camera they took of me naked. I put up my middle finger at them.

Anyway Hargrid came into my hospital bed holding a bouquet of pink roses.

“Enoby I need to tell u somethnig.” he said in a v. serious voice, giving me the roses.

“Fuck off.” I told him. “You know I fucking hate the color pink anyway, and I don’t like fucked up preps like you.” I snapped. Hargrid had been mean to me before for being gottik.

“No Enoby.” Hargrid says. “Those are not roses.”

“What, are they goffs too you poser prep?” I asked cause I was angry that he had brought me pink roses.

“I saved your life!” He yelled angrily. “No you didn’t I replied.” “You saved me from getting a Paris Hilton p- video made from your shower scene and being vued by Snap and Loopin.” Who MASTABATED (c is dat speld rong) to it he added silently.

“Whatever!” I yelled angirly.

He pointed his wand at the pink roses. “These aren’t roses.” He suddenly looked at them with an evil look in his eye and muttered Well If you wanted Honesty that’s all you haD TO SAY! .

“That’s not a spell that’s an MCR song.” I corrected him wisely.

“I know, I was just warming up my vocal cordes.” Then he screamed. “Petulus merengo mi kremicli romacio(4 all u cool goffic mcr fans out, there, that is a tribute! specially for raven I love you girl!)imo noto okayo!”

And then the roses turned into a huge black flame floating in the middle of the air. And it was black. Now I knew he wasn’t a prep.

“OK I believe you now wtf is Drako?”

Hairgrid rolled his eyes. I looked into the balls of flame but I could c nothing.

“U c, Enobby,” Dumblydore said, watching the two of us watching the flame. “2 c wht iz n da flmes(HAHA U REVIEWRS FLAMES GEDDIT) u mst find urslf 1st, k?”

“I HAVE FOUND MYSELF OK YOU MEAN OLD MAN!” Hargrid yelled. dUMBLydore lookd shockd. I guess he didn’t have a headache or else he would have said something back.

Hairgrid stormed off back into his bed. “U r a liar, prof dumbledoree!”

Anyway when I got better I went upstairs and put on a black leather minidress that was all ripped on the ends with lace on it. There was some corset stuff on the front. Then I put on black fishnets and black high-heeled boots with pictures of Billie Joe Armstrong on them. I put my hair all out around me so I looked like Samara from the Ring (if u don’t know who she iz ur a prep so fuk off!) and I put on blood-red lipstick, black eyeliner and black lip gloss.

“You look kawai, girl.” B’loody Mary said sadly. “Fangs (geddit) you do too.” I said sadly too, but I was still upset. I slit both of my wrists feeling totally depressed and I sucked all the blood. I cried again in my bathroom and put the shades on so Snap and Loopin couldn’t spy on me this time. I went to some classes. Vampire was in the Hair of Magical Magic Creatures. He looked all depressed because Draco had disappeared and he had used to be in love with Draco. He was sucking some blood from a Hufflepuff.

“Hi.” he said in a depressed way. “Hi back.” I said in an wqually said way.

We both looked at each other for some time. Harry had beautiful red gothic eyes so much like Dracos. Then……… we jumped on each other and started screwing each other.

“STOP IT NOW YOU HORNY SIMPLETONS!” shouted Professor McGoggle who was watching us and so was everyone else.

“Vampire you fucker!” I said slapping him. “Stop trying to screw me. You know I loved Draco!” I shouted and then I ran away angrily.

Just then he started to scream. “OMFG! NOOOOO! MY SCAR HURTS!” and then….. his eyes rolled up! You could only see his red whites.

“NO!” I ran up closer.

“I thought you didn’t have a scar anymore!” I shouted.

“I do but Diabolo changed it into a pentagram for me and I always cover it up with foundation.” he said back. “Anyway my scar hurt and then I had a vision of what was happening to Draco…………….Volfemort has him bondage!”

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SPECIAL FANGZ 2 RAVEN MY GOFFIX BLOOD SISTA WTF UR SUPPOZD 2 RIT DIS!11111111

HEY RAVEN DO U KNOW WHERE MY SWEATER I

Chapter 13.

AN: raven fangz 4 gelpin me agen im sory ah tok ur postr of gerard but dat guy is such a fokin sexbom! PREPZ STOP FLAMIGNG!

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Vampire and I ran up the stairs looking for Dumbledore. We were so scared.

“Dumbledore Dumblydore!” we both yelled. Dumbledore came there.

“What is it that you want now you despicable snobs?” he asked angrily.

“Volsemort has Draco!” we shouted at the same time.

He laughed in an evil voice.

“No! Don’t! We need to save Draco!” we begged.

“No.” he said meanly. “I don’t give a darn what Voldemort does to Draco. Not after how much he misbehaved in school especially with YOU Ebony.” he said while he frowned looking at me. “Besides I never liked him that much anyway.” then he walked away. Vampire started crying. “My Draco!” he moaned. (AN: don’t u fik gay guyz r lik so hot!)

“Its okay!” I tried to tell him but that didn’t stop him. He started to cry tears of blood. Then he had a brainstorm. “I had an idea!” he exclaimed.

“What?” I asked him.

“You’ll see.” he said. He took out his wand and did a spell. Then…… suddenly we were in Voldemprt’s lair!

We ran in with our wands out just as we heard a croon voice say. “Allah Kedavra!” It was……………………………….. Voldemort!

Chapter 14.

AN: fuk off PREPZ ok! Raven fangz 4 helpin agen. im sory ah kudnt update but I wuz derperessd n I had 2 go 2 da hospital kuz I slit muh rists. PS im nut updating til u giv me 10 god revoiws!

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WARNING: SUM OF DIS CHAPTA IS XTREMLY SCRAY. VIOWER EXCRETION ADVISD.

We ran to where Volcemort was. It turned out that Voldemort wasn’t there. Instead the fat guy who killed Cedric was. Draco was there crying tears of blood. Snaketail was torturing him. Vampire and I ran in front of Snaketail.

“Rid my sight you despicable preps!” he shouted as we started shooting him with the gun he Then suddenly he looked at me and he fell down with a lovey-dovey look in his eyes. “EbonyIloveyouwiluhavesexwithme.” he said. (in dis he is sixteen yrs old so hes not a pedofile ok)

“Huh?” I asked. ”Enoby I love you will you have sex with me?” asked Snaketail. I started laughing crudely. “What the fuck? You torture my bf and then you expect me to fuck you? God, you are so fucked up you fucking bastard.” I said angrily. Then I stabbed him in the heart. Blood pored out of it like a fountain.

“Nooooooooooooo!” he screamed. He started screaming and running around. Then he fell down and died. I brust into tears sadly.

“Snaketail what art thou doing?” called Voldemort. Then…… he started coming! We could hear his high heels clacking to us. So we got on our broomsticks and we flew to Hogwarts. We went to my room. Vampire went away. There I started crying.

“What’s wrong honey?” asked Draco taking off his clothes so we could screw. He had a sex-pack (geddit cuz hes so sexah) and a really huge you-know-what and everything.

“Its so unfair!” I yielded. “Why can’t I just be ugly or plain like all da other girls and preps here except for B’loody Mary, because she’s not ugly or anything.”

“Why would you wanna be ugly? I don’t like the preps anyway. They are such fucking sluts.” answered Draco.

“Yeah but everyone is in love with me! Like Snape and Loopin took a video of me naked. Hargrid says he’s in love with me. Vampire likes me and now even Snaketail is in love with me! I just wanna be with you ok Draco! Why couldn’t Satan have made me less beautiful?” I shouted angrily. (an” don’t wory enoby isn’t a snob or anyfing but a lot of ppl hav told her shes pretty) “Im good at too many things! WHY CAN’T I JUST BE NORMAL? IT’S A FUCKING CURSE!” I shouted and then I ran away.

Chapter 15.

AN: stup flaming ok! btw u suk frum no on evry tim sum1 flams me im gona slit muh ristsz! fangz 2 raven 4 hlpein!

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“Ebony Ebony!” shouted Draco sadly. “No, please, come back!”

But I was too mad.

“Whatever! Now u can go anh have sex with Vampire!” I shouted. I stormed into my room and closed my black door with my blood-red key. It had a picture of Marylin Manson on it. He looked so sexy in a way that reminded me of Draco and Vampire. I started to cry and weep. I took a razor and started to slit my wrists. I drank the blood all depressed. Then I looked at my black GC watch and noticed it was time to go to Biology class.

I put on a short ripped black gothic dress that said Anarchy on the front in blood red letters and was all ripped and a spiky belt. Under that I put on ripped black fishnets and boots that said Joel all over them with blood red letters. I put my ebony black hair out. Anyway I went downstairs feeling all sad and depressed as usual. I did sum advanced Biology work. I was turning a bloody pentagram into a black guitar. Suddenly the guitar turned to Draco!

“Enoby I love you!” he shouted sadly. “I dnot care what those fucker preps and posers fink. Ur da most beautiful girl in the world. Before I met you I used to want to commit suicide all the time. Now I just wanna fucking be with you. I fucking love you!.” Then……………. he started to sing “Da Chronicles of Life and Death” (we considered it our song now cuz we fell in love when Joel was singing it) right in front of the entire class! His singing voice was so amazing and gothic and sexxy like a cross between Gerard, Joel, Chester, Pierre and Marilyn Manson (AN: don’t u fink dos guyz r so hot. if u dnot no who dey r get da fuk out od hr!) .

“OMFG.” I said after he was finished. Some fucking preps stared at us but I just stuck up my middle fingers (that were covered in black nail polish and were entwined with Draco’s now) at them. “I love you!” I said and then we started to kiss just like Hilary Duff (i fukin h8 dat bitch) and CMM in a Cinderella Story. Then we went away holding hands. Loopin shouted at us but he stopped cuz everyone was clapping by how sexy we looked 2gether. Then I saw a poster saying that MCR would have a concert in Hogsmede right then. We looked at each other all shocked and then we went 2gether. Chapter 16.

AN: u no wut! sut up ok! proov 2 me ur nut prepz! raven u suk u fuken bich gimme bak mah fukijn swteet ur supsd 2 rit dis! Raven wtf u bich ur suposd to dodis! BTW fangz 2 britney5655 4 techin muh japnese!

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We ran happily to Hogsmede. There we saw the stage where GC had played. We ran in happly. MCR were there playing ‘Helena’. I was so fucking happy! Gerard looked even sexier than he did in da pictures. Even Draco thought so, I could totally see him getting an erection but it didn’t matter cuz I knew know that we were da only true ones for eachother. I was wearing a black leather minidress and black leather platinum boots with red ripped fishnets. Draco was wearing a black baggy MCR t-shirt and black baggy pants. Anyway, we stated moshing to Helena. We frenched. We ran up 2 the front of the band to stage-dive. Suddenly, Gerard pulled off his mask. So did the others. We gasped. It wasn’t them at all. It was.,……………………….. Volsemort and da Death Dealers!

“Wtf Draco im not going to a concert wid u!” I shouted angrily. “Not after what happened to me last time? Even if its MCR n u no how much I lik them”

“What cause we…you know…” he gadgetted uncomfortbli cause guys don’t like to talk a bout you-know-what.

“Yeah cause we you know!” I yielded in an angry voice.

“We won’t do that again.” Draco promised. “This time, we’re going with an ESCORT.”

“OMFG wtf/ Are you giving into the mainstream?” I asked. “So I guess ur a prep or a Christina or what now?”

“NO.” he muttered loudly.

“R u becoming a prep or what?” I shootd angrily.

“Enoby! I’m not! Pls come with me!” He fell down to his knees and started singing ‘Da world is black’ by GC to me.

I was flattened cause that’s not even a single, he had memorized da lyrks just 4 me!

“OK then I guess I will have to.” I said and then we frenched 4 a while and I went up 2 my room.

B’loody Mary was standing there. “Hajimemashite gurl.” she said happily (she spex Japanese so do i. dat menz ‘how do u do’ in japanese). “BTW Willow that fucking poser got expuld. she failed al her klasses and she skepped math.” (an: RAVEN U FUKIN SUK! FUK U!)

“It serves that fuking bich right.” I laughed angrily.

Well anyway we where felling all deprezzed. We wutsched some goffic movies like Das niteMARE b4 xmas. “Maybe Willow will die too.” I said.

“Kawai.” B’loody Mair shook her head enrgtically lethrigcly. “Oh yeah o have a confession after she got expuld I murdered her and den loopin did it with her cause he’s a necphilak.”

“Kawai.” I commnted happily . We talked to each other in silence for da rest uv da movie.

“OH HEY BTw, im going to a concert with drako tonight in Hogsmeade with mcr.” I sed. “ I need to wear like da hotset outfit EVA.”

B’Loody Mairy Nodded ENREGeticALLlY. “Omfg totally lets go shopping.”

“In Hot Topic, right?” I asked, already getting out my spshcial Hot Topic Loiyalty carde.

“No.” My head snaped up.

‘WHAT?” my head spuin. I could not believe it. “B’Loody Mary are u a PREP?”

“NOOOO!NOOOO!” She laughed. “I found some cool goffic stores near Hogwarts that’s all.”

“Hu told u abut them” I askd sure it would be Drako or Diabolo or Vampire(don’t even SAY that nam to me!). Or me.

“Dumblydore.” She sed. “Let me just call our broms.”

“OMFFG DUMBLYDORE?” I asked quietly.

“Yah I saw the map for Hogsmeade on his desk.” She told me. “Come on let’s go.”

We were going in a few punkgoff stores SPECIALLY for the concerts in Hogsmeade. The salesperson was OMG HOTTER THAN GERARD EXCEPT NOT CAUSE THAT’S IMPOSSIBLE and he gave me a few dresses. “We only have these for da real goffs.”

“Da real goffs?” Me and B’Loody Mary asked.

“Yah u wouldn’t believe how many posers ther are in this town man! Yesterday loopin and snap tried to buy a goffic camera pouch.” He shook his head. “I dint even no they had a camera.”

“OMFG NO THEIR GONNA SPY ON ME AGAIN!” I cried, running out of the changing room wearing a long black dress with lots of red tulle coming out and very low-cut with a huge slit.

“Oh my satan you have to buy that outfit” The salesperson said.

“Yeah it looks totlly hot.” said B’Loody Mary.

“You know what I am gona give it to you free cause u look really hot in that utfit. Hey are you gonna be at the concert tonight?” he asked.

“Yeah I am actually.” I looked back at him. “Hey BTW my name’s ebondy dark’ness dementia TARA way what’s yours?”

“Tom Rid.” He said and ran a hand through his black-dyed hair. “maybe I’ll see you there tonight.”

“Yeah I don’t think so cause I am going there with my bf drako you sick perv!” I yelled angrily, but before he could beg me to go with him, Hargrid flew in on his black broom looking worried. “OMFG EBONDY U NEED OT GET BACK INTO THE CASTLE NOW!”

huh. my immortal is shorter than i remember

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Of Monsters and McGuckets

Fiddleford just wanted to have his morning coffee in peace, but Gravity Falls and the Stan brothers had other plans.

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Fiddleford Hardon McGucket considered himself to be a patient, level-headed individual. One had to be if they ever hoped to survive Gravity Falls, and, even more daunting, live with Stanford and Stanley Pines. Keeping them in line was an occupation in itself. His co-workers were two of the most chaotic and morally questionable people he’d ever met in his life. (Then again, as someone who had once made a giant robot to terrorize his ex-wife in an admittedly misguided attempt to get her back, maybe he shouldn’t be throwing stones in that last department).

The point is, when it came to dealing with uncommon and frustrating situations, he usually managed to keep a straight head. But on one deceivingly lovely morning, just when he’d went out to the porch to sit back with a nice cup of coffee and the sun had just begun to kiss the horizon, he saw two large monsters sprinting towards the shack, and. Well.

It was only reasonable that he’d react the way he did.

The first thing he did was spit out his early-morning coffee, ruining his only clean tie in the process. The second thing he did was dash into the shack like the Devil Himself was on his heels. Lastly, he slammed the door shut, locked it, and began combing the living room for the shotgun he knew for a fact Stanley kept around. He thanked the Lord Stanford wasn’t here, lest he’d be chastising Fiddleford for “harming” (defending himself against) a perfectly healthy specimen. Never mind the fact that half of these subjects of study had tried to eat him, no sir. Scientific discovery was always more important.

(Sometimes, Fiddleford wondered how on God’s green earth Stanford Pines hadn’t fallen to his death into a ravine or some other nonsense in pursuit of an anomaly. Heaven knows the man, while undeniably brilliant, was severely lacking when it came to common sense).

A bang rattled the wooden door of the shack. Fiddleford yelped, dropping the pile of books he’d been in the process of moving in his scramble to find the gun. He eyed the secret lab entrance and wondered if the door would hold them back long enough for him to make a dash for it.

“Fidds, we saw you run in, will ya just open the door?”

Fiddleford froze. That voice, while even more gravelly than usual (a thing he hadn’t thought possible) was definitely familiar.

“Well butter my butt and call me a biscuit,” he said, dazed, as he walked over to the door and unlocked it. “Stanley?”

Upon closer inspection, he couldn’t deny that the square-jawed face that peered down at him belonged to Stanley Pines. There were some…notable…differences, such as the fact that he had glowing orbs for eyes, all his featured seemed to be carved from stone, he had ridiculous pointy ears and fangs to boot. He’d be right at home next to the gargoyles from those pictures of cathedrals he’d studied for his History of Western Art course.

“Took ya long enough,” said Stanley, ducking his head under the doorway and lumbering inside. Each step made the floorboard groan loudly, and for a few seconds Fiddleford thought the man would break through the wood floor. “Thought we’d never get back.”

“Stanferd, do ya have…fur?” said Fiddleford, stepping away from the door to let the other man in.

Stanford—it couldn’t be anyone else, not with that straight-backed posture and furrowed brow peering over thick-rimmed glasses—walked in behind him, hands behind his back.

Hearing the question, Stanford adjusted his glasses, with a large, six-fingered paw. His facial features were lion-esque, as was his entire body, save from the colorful green, blue and red feathered wings that trailed behind his body. He even had a cute little lion tail poking out from a hole in his pants. “It appears so, yes.” He cleared his throat. “We may have a…problem.”

Stanley, who had gone to the fridge to get a beer, came back glaring at Stanford with those bright yellow orbs. “No shit, Sixer. I hadn’t fucking noticed.”

Stanford’s ears flattened against his skull. Fiddleford would’ve found it amusing if Stanford wasn’t now 7 feet tall and didn’t have large, sharp teeth. “Language, Stanley.”

Fiddleford considered grabbing some alcohol as he took in the situation. After a few attempts at forming words, he finally settled for the question he found himself asking on a near-daily basis. “What in tarnation did ya two get yerselves mixed up in now?”

“Oi, don’t look at me,” said Stan. He jerked his clawed thumb at Stanford. “Mr. Science here was the one who just had to walk right into a mysterious, glowing lake that he almost drowned in.”

Stanford’s tail twitched, and he growled. “We almost drowned, Stanley, because you turned into 300 pounds of moving stone.”

“I was only in the lake because you started flailing around growing a tail and screamin’ for help!”

Ford sniffed, chin held up in that way it got whenever he’d start getting defensive. “Swimming with wings is incredibly difficult.”

“Yeah, I would know, I have them now.” Stanley stretched out his bat-like wings for emphasis.

Judging by Stanford’s bloodshot eyes and Stanley’s slouched posture, along with the fact that they seemed even more short with each other than usual, Fiddleford guessed that they’d been arguing on and off about this for a while. He rubbed the bridge of his nose. “Now see right here, the two of ya best calm down, you’ll tear the shack apart if you start fighting bein’ like this.”

The two of them, while far from calm, quieted down.

“Right,” said Fiddleford. “So ya discovered some magic water that turns folks into monsters?”

“Yup,” said Stanley. “We found it in some hidden path behind some bushes and a couple of boulders.”

It’s almost as if it was hidden away for a reason. “Did ya at least remember where the path is?”

“Of course,” said Stanford, having the audacity to look indignant. “What do you take me for?”

“An idiot who got us turned into two walking Summerween costumes because he couldn’t just collect the water in a cup and some gloves like a normal scientist?” said Stanley.

“As if you would know what a “normal” scientist does,” said Stanford, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Alright, fellas. Let me just get some food in me and then we can go back out and get some samples,” said Fiddleford. “I need me some caffeine to deal with this.”

Stanford opened his mouth but Fiddleford stopped him with the same withering glare he’d give his son whenever he tried to step out of line. “Stanferd Pines, if ya think I’m gonna run around the woods with the two of you, in this here state, on an empty stomach, yer sorely mistaken.”

“Fidds has got a point,” said Stan. “You probably haven’t had anything other than that piece of toast since you woke up.”

“I suppose some food wouldn’t hurt…” said Stanford. “I did have an incredibly strong urge to maul a deer we spotted on the way over.”

Fiddleford was getting some bacon out of the fridge when he heard the end of the sentence. He straightened up and slammed the door with more force than strictly necessary. “Y-ya did?”

Stanford seemed to come to the same conclusion Fiddleford had, because he raised his paws up. “Oh, n-no, rest assured. I don’t have any inclination to eat you.”

“Thank the Lord…”

“After all,” said Stanford, rubbing his chin. “According to mythology, sphinxes only consume humans if they are unfortunate enough not to know the answers to their riddles.”

“Don’t I feel better,” said Fiddleford, voice dripping with sarcasm. “Do ya reckon ya can still have some bacon and eggs?”

“Yes, that’ll do,” he said. “Oh! I must write down our findings in my journal. Now, where did I put it…” Stanford went up the stairs, muttering to himself the entire way.

“Ya know, he actually started running on all fours at least twice on the way over.” Stan grinned through another sip of beer. “was the funniest thing I’ve seen all week.”

Fiddleford sighed. That would explain the fighting. He rolled his eyes as he saw Stanley reach in the fridge for another can and shut it before he could. “Stanley Pines, it is 8 o’clock in the morning.”

“Ooh,” Stanley raised his eyebrows. “Two last names in less than five minutes, it’s a new record.”

“Stanley.”

Stanley pouted, and even with his new…physical features, Fiddleford still found it endearing. “Aw, come onnnn, Fids, I’m emotionally distressed!”

“Yer no such thing.” He smiled a soon as back turned to the other man. He took out their skillet and placed it on the stove.

“Y’know, I gotta hand it to ya. You’ve gotten a lot more assertive since we’ve met, it’s kinda hot.”

“Yer flattery will not sway me into lettin’ ya get another drink.”

Stanley laughed behind him. “Yeah, yeah. I’m still bein’ serious. Ford didn’t even try to fight you about getting breakfast. If it was me, he’d be yelling at me by now about how we were wastin’ time and crap.”

“It doesn’t take much for the two of ya to get at each other’s necks.” Fiddleford cracked an egg on the edge of the skillet. Anyhow, that’s because he’s hiding away scribblin’ field notes. The moment he’s done, he’ll be tryin’ to drag us on out of here.”

“Eh, true.”

For a moment, the eggs sizzling and snapping on the pan filled the warm silence. His stomach grumbled as the savory smell of cooking food reached him. “Stanley, can ya hand me the coffeepot?”

The floorboards creaked behind Fiddleford. A shadow loomed over him. “Stanley?”

“…You’re not, uh, scared of me or nothin’?” Stanley’s voice had gotten so quiet Fiddleford had hardly heard him.

Fiddleford glanced back at Stanley, who despite his size was hunched over, looking mighty small for someone who was now a literal boulder.

“Why on earth would I be?”

Stanley blinked meekly. He gestured towards his entire body. “Uh…’cause I look like this?”

Ah. He did try to threaten them with a shotgun. Some of the unease he’d gotten rid of returned, but he tried his best not to show it. He swallowed down his fear as best as he could. “Should I be?”

Stanley frowned. “Eh, I mean, I feel different, but not in a “eat somebody” kinda way. I do have a very strong urge to perch on the roof and attack pigeons.”

“Fascinating.” Even without his caffeine, his scientific curiosity was finally starting to get the best of him. “Well, gargoyles are known as guardians meant to ward against evil. Perhaps you’ve developed some sorta protective instinct…”

He stopped mid-ramble. Even without eyes to speak of, Fiddleford could tell Stanley was avoiding his gaze.

Fiddleford brought his hand to Stanley’s cheek. It felt warm, to his surprise, like rock that had baked under the afternoon sun. Stanley peeked up at him. “Darlin’, the only thing I’m afraid of is the damage you’ll cause around the lab if we don’t turn ya back. Yer like a bull in a china closet as it is.”

Stanley chuckled, leaning into Fiddleford’s touch. “Somebody has ta make things interesting around here.”

Something crashed overhead, quickly followed by a string of curses. A series of heavy objects thumped against the wood overhead.

“I’m alright!” called Stanford’s voice. “I simply knocked a bookshelf over my person, but this new form is surprisingly durable!”

“Things are interestin’ enough as it is,” said Fiddleford, his brief moment of curiosity gone as soon as it came. “Where in tarnation is the coffeepot?”

“Relax, Fiddlenerd, I’ll make ya a fresh one.” He went over by his side, giving him a playful shove that sent Fiddleford to the ground. “…Oops. Sorry, uh, forgot about the whole…stone thing.”

Fiddleford glowered up at his boyfriend, taking his hand as he helped Fiddleford back up. “Yer lucky a got a soft spot fer ya, else I’d be mighty cross.”

Stanly gave him the gentlest peck on the top of Fiddleford’s head. “Once I have my human body back, I’ll make it up to ya.”

Stanley gave him a cup of his precious lifeblood, black with two sugars, just as he liked it. Smirking, Fiddleford took a sip, getting warmed by more than just the coffee. “I’ll hold ya to that.”

Somebody please give Fiddleford a raise.

Comment on what monster you all think Fidds should be, and I may do a second part. I've read some people make him a scarecrow, and I considered making him a centaur.

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