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flamingpudding · 6 months

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Fictober23 Prompt: 31 - "It's not your fault."

Fandom: DPxDC

Rating: T

Warnings: -

A/N: Based on the setting created through Prompt 14 and its Reblogs. Not necessarily to read beforehand but it might give a little context. I tried to go with a more Halloween themed short story hope that worked out.

"Damian this mission has the highest priority any mission or case ever had before." Dick was clutching a glaring Damians shoulders who was now raising an eyebrow like his elder brother had lost his mind.

"Richard, this is ridiculous." He commented, crossing his arms.

"I am serious Dami, we can not fail with this." The elder stressed more. If it were any other situation than this then Damian might have taken Dick more seriously but as it was. His elder brother was pleading with him, dressed in a ridiculous Vampire outfit after having forced Damian into an outfit that was clearly a mockery towards his old league gear. It was a simple ninja costume Dick was making him wear.

"Please Dami! You don't want to get black listed for a month like Bruce or Tim, right? Jason is going to do this if we ruin their first Halloween in Gotham!" The younger's eyes narrowed.

"Do not place me on the same level as Drake. I will not lose any rights towards my nieces and nephews like he did." He huffed as he looked away stubbornly from his elder brother. Damian was not foolish enough to repeat the same mistakes some members of his family have made. He was not going to let his nephews even touch coffee or any caffeinated drink in the first place.

Besides the incident with Jasmine and their father was a whole different matter. It was their fathers own fault for unconsciously challenging his niece and disregarding her talent in analyzing one's mindset, Todd had mentioned once.

"I just want to make sure! Jason has become so protective of the kids and I do not want to lose favorit uncle's privileges!" Damian's eye twitched as he shoved away his elder brother with his hand placed in the other's face. "You must be delusional Richard. I seem to remember that I was the favorite uncle of the twins."

Before Dick could counter Damian the front door opened and the two saw Jason enter the manor with the crime twins on either side of him and the toddler in his arms. The second eldest raised an eyebrow at them before glancing down towards the twins.

"Hey Little Wing, right on time! Where is Jazz?" Dick greeted them cheerfully, bending down a little to wave at Ellie that was blowing a raspberry in his direction. He was probably imaging it but it looked like the little girl was glaring at him.

"Already dropped her off with her school friends, I will pick her up tomorrow afternoon. It's her sibling free day, remember?" Jason only raised an eyebrow also noting the frown the twins were sporting at seeing Dick.

Dick nodded, turning towards the twins. Did he imagine it or did one of the boy's whisper fruitloop to the other. "Ready for your first Trick or Treat in Gotham? We gotta collect all the candy for you two that we can!"

"Sure." Dick was hoping for more enthusiasm from the boy's but maybe that would come once they got their first candies bagged. "You two look interesting, what are you going as?"

"Frankenstein." The two answered simultaneously before glaring at each other and Dick sweatdropped. One of the boy's was dressed like a mad scientist with a white coat and welding goggles strapped to his head as well as some broken medical equipment clearly made visible. The other boy looked more like a monster with ripped clothing, fake bolds glued to his neck and drawn stitches all over his visible skin that was coloured slightly greenish.

"Wow you both did a good job! The monster looks just like in the movies." Dick tried in hopes

"I see. So Daniel is Doctor Frankenstein while Dante is Frankenstein's monster." The twins looked up towards Damian, the glare lost for a moment before they turned on each other again.

"See Uncle Dick said it! When someone says Frankenstein they think of the Monster, twerp!"

"Nuhu! Uncle Damian got it! He knew I was the Doctor and not the monster!"

"And Jazz just got them to stop arguing about that shit." Jason muttered with a glare towards Dick before the twins could devolve any further into their argument Jason stepped towards the side where Alfred had appeared and was heading over the now bubbling little girl that was making grabby hand towards the butler. He then turned towards the boys.

"Okay you two. Remember today's rules." He clapped his hand for more effect and to get the two to look at him. Which sort of worked as they still gave each other side eyed glares but nodded regardless. "Good and remember no crimes today, enjoy your fun and do not stuff yourself with candies."

"Okay Dad." The twins answered in sync before Jason literally pushed them towards Dick and Damian and out the Manors front door. They were the ones taking the twins out for a Trick or Treat run as their first Halloween in Gotham. Jason was going to hang back with Alfred to take care of Ellie.

Dick had volunteered doing this for his brother a couple weeks before Jason had wondered what he was going to do with the kids for Halloween. Dick had also instantly volunteered Damian for it two. Their youngest brother wasn't that much older than the twins yet and they surely would feel more comfortable with two known family members around.

An hour in and Dick was moments away from admitting that he made a grave mistake.

"Dami! Have you seen Danny?!" Jason was going to murder them if they lost one of his kids. So Dick was rightfully slightly panicked. He had taken his eyes of the boy for only a moment to check something on his phone.

"You have lost Daniel?" The youngest Wayne looked miffed at him and had a slight glare before though Dick noticed something else in his eyes too. "Damian, where is Dan?"

The younger clicked his tongue and Dick paled slightly. Okay no big deal, they temporarily lost the crime twin. He had found and followed Danny before, surely he would be able to find the boy in the crowd of disguised children too. Danny went with a mad scientist costume. How many of them were running around? It would be more difficult to find Dan, he had spotted a couple of different Frankensteins already.

"Jason is going to blacklist us, isn't he?" Dick muttered his eyes wandering over every child he could see going from door to door for candies. Damian doing the same even watching other adults and parents in case one of them had the idea to snatch his nephews from them.

"It won't be as bad as Drake and father." Damian commented as a form of consolation to his elder brother but knew it probably would. Jason blacklisted Tim from watching the kids for the caffeine incident for a month and their father was still blacklisted until Jazz felt like talking to the man again, the twins in solidarity to their sister doing the same.

"Should we split up? But what if they are looking for us? Oh good what if one of the rogues snatched them up? Or worse, some leftover guys from that damned organization?" From the corner of his eyes Damian saw how his elder brother was getting worked up and even though he wasn't showing it, he too was worried. This certainly was not how they had hoped the boy's first Halloween with them would go.

In a decorative street tree on the side of the path Dick and Damian were on sat two boy's one munching on a licorice stick while the other was nibbling on chocolate. Both were invisible just in case their uncle decided to look up.

"Fake blood next?" Danny asked as he watched Dick starting to pace.

"Not yet. Did Dad mention anything about the firecrackers?" Dan asked in return as he bite of another piece of his licorice stick.

"Not that I remember, tho Jazz said to go easy on Uncle Dick." Danny hummed tilting his head slightly with a frown. "But he lost that privilege looking like the fruitloop. You got one of Dad's fake guns right?"

"Why? Didn't you say you wanted to 'fake' stab yourself with the broken syringe?" Dan raised an eyebrow as Danny gave him a feral grin. "You recovered your shape shifting power, right?"

Dan returned the feral grin with one of his own understanding what kind of prank Danny was hinting at. "For once, I like the way you're thinking, twerp."

"Would you stop calling me that! We are the same age now!" Danny pouted as he stuffed the last of his chocolate in his mouth and prepared to jump off the tree.

"Never!" Dan quickly answered with a laugh as he took the lead and jumped off the tree and disappeared into the crowds first as he let go of his invisibility. Danny quickly followed doing the same. They had after all a lot more pranks planned to play on their uncles.

The evening ended with Dick and Damian making their way into the Manor through the bat cave entrance so that they could get to the Medbay before Jason saw the twins. Both looked rather disheveled and like they had gotten dragged through mud. What they didn't expect was Jason, being in the cave and looking at them with raised eyebrows. Dick was holding Dan who was literally growling as Dick was pressing a bundle of tissues against the boy's nose. There was a ripped strip of his vampire costume tied around Dan's arm, a line of dried 'blood' going down the arm.

Damian was holding Danny. The boy looked dizzy, holding his head with one hand while he whined about everything being to bright, the goggles of his costume were cracked and the white coat now had red 'blood' strains, the shirt he was wearing also appeared to be soaked in 'blood' and there was a tried spot of blood below Danny's nose like he also had had a nose bleed like his twin.

"What happened?" Jason's tone sounded neutral and Dick laughed nervously.

"It looks worse than it is…" He tried to salvage, maybe they could still save their nephew watching privileges.

"Really?"

"It's Richard's fault. He lost sight of Danny first." Dicks head whipped around towards Damian who just decided to throw him under the bus. A look of betrayal crossed the eldest face at the narrowed stare Damian was giving him. "The situation spiraled from there."

"No wait! Damian lost Dan! It's not just my fault!" He tried to defend himself as Jason's eyes narrowed on him. But before he could come up with any more reasons why it was not just his fault and that they should not lose any of their uncle privileges because of that…

…Jason started laughing, wheezing out a "It's not your fault."

Confused Dick blinked before Dan jumped out of his hands the same time Danny jumped out of Damians. Suddenly the kids appeared like nothing was wrong as they rushed over towards Jason. Hadn't Danny been dizzy until now? And Dan had complained and growled at him about a headache?

He glanced at Damian who was watching the twins with narrowed eyes.

"Well looks like you two had a lot of fun." They watched how Jason patted the twins' heads grinning at them as the boy's sported proud looks, like they were pleased with themselves. "Your Auntie Babs is making a highlight reveal for the entire family later. Till then go wash up and bug one of your other uncles or aunts."

"Can I go bug Uncle Tim! I got an new invention idea when Uncle Dick got chased by the dogs!"

"I want to find Aunt Harper."

"Sure both should be in the Manor by now. Just wash up first." With the boy's sent away it left the two adults and teen in the batcave. One of them gabbing like fish, the other glaring with narrowed eyes and the last of them still chuckling.

"Todd." Damian hissed and Dick knew that tone. Damian was promising revenge on Jason.

"Light up brat. The twins needed an outlet and Jazz suggested they could pull some pranks today, I just told them that with you two they could go all out."

Dick wasn't sure if he should feel relieved or be slightly mad at his brother for that but eventually he decided to go with relief. "So we are not losing uncle privileges, good."

"You two are still getting blacklisted for two weeks."

"WHAT?"

"I demand a reason."

"You tried taking them with you on patrol and you gave them blade training. They are six."

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bellysoupset · 6 months

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Halloween Saga - Pt 1.

Jonah was pleasantly sleepy by the time he came home. It had been a long day, but it had been a good day. He got to share his shift with Wendy, which was always a perk, and two of his most frail patients had been looking up, one of them with a release scheduled for next week. All in all, it was a great day, and he couldn't wait to cuddle up with Leo and JD.

"Leo?" Jon called out, stripping off his coat and hanging it near the door, kicking off his shoes too, "Leo, you're still up?"

It wasn't late enough that Leo would be asleep, but it was still a possibility. Leo made a noise from the couch and Jonah opened a smile.

"That's how you greet...me?" he raised his eyebrows, circling the couch and being faced with the scene in front of him. Leo was sprawled out, surrounded by candy wrappers, with JD happily sleeping on his chest. There was even a snickers wrapper perched between her little ears, "what the hell?"

"Hey," Leo grumbled, seeming to be in a shitty mood and unwrapping another kit kat bar. Instead of breaking it in the rectangles it was meant to be broken, he bit the on the thing straight on.

Jonah let out a confused chuckle, "uhm... Okay, why are you sulking? And where did all this candy come from? Did they give it out at work?"

Leo let out a scoff, mouth so thick with sugar that it turned into a cough and woke up JD. Their kitten pawed at his chin, before turning around and walking down his body, settling between his legs.

Jonah noticed that Leo was still in his work clothes. He had ditched the blazer jacket, but he was still wearing the social pants, belt and the button up. He had rolled up the sleeves and loosened up the tie, but that was it.

"Leo?"

"Did you know we can't have Halloween here?" Leo said, taking another bite of the chocolate, "I bought all this candy and then Matthew said that we can't celebrate Halloween. Apparently it's against the rich people's rules."

Jonah cringed, sitting on the very end of the couch and smiling when JD promptly moved so she could curl up on his lap, "no, I didn't know. I never thought of celebrating Halloween here... But it makes sense, we don't have any ki-"

"The O'Conners from upstairs have twins!" Leo cried out "and I've seen a bunch of little kids in the sixth floor!"

"Oh well, uhm..."

"They don't even allow the trick or treaters from the streets in! Matt said they're not allowed up and no kid ever comes here anyway. I mean, who would, this looks like a fucking cartoon villain building."

Jonah pressed his lips not to laugh. He could tell Leo was genuinely upset, but it was very hard to take him seriously when he had chocolate dots painting either side of his mouth like brown lipstick, his cheeks all pink. He looked like a little kid who had broken into the secret stash of candy.

"So you've been eating all the candy you bought for the trick or treaters, is that it?" Jonah smiled, looking around. There were so many wrappers. He had basically devoured a whole bag of mini kit-kats all on his own, but Jonah also saw snicker wrappers and twixes.

Leo nodded, letting out a little burp and then finishing up the kit-kat he was currently holding, "I can't..." he burped again, "fucking believe this."

"I can't fucking believe you ate all that candy," Jonah rolled his eyes, studying his boyfriend. Leo's button up was strained around his normally flat stomach, "I didn't think you liked Halloween, it doesn't seem like your thing..."

Leo pouted, planting a hand on his belly and rubbing little circles in it, while he opened another snicker bar with his teeth, "it's not, it's just... I never got to go trick or treating as a kid. Either we were too broke for me to have a costume worth a dime or I was working during Halloween or dad was raging..."

Jonah frowned, moving closer and undoing his boyfriend's pants. He tugged on his belt and then raised his eyebrows when Leo let out another belch, but didn't slow down at all on eating candy, "and when I moved here, I was still too broke to do anything cool."

"Not last year, it was fun," Jonah pouted and Leo rolled his eyes.

"Last year we got drunk with Luke and Vince. I wanted a real Halloween. I mean, for fuck's sake, Jon, we live in Maine. It's Stephen King's home state."

Jonah opened a little smile at his boyfriend's nerdy reasoning and then rubbed his thigh, "I'm sorry, baby... We can go out for candy if you want...?"

"Oh yeah, because people are definitely gonna give candy out to the two grown ass men," Leo rolled his eyes, then grimaced when yet another sticky burp pushed past his lips, "ugh... It's hopeless."

Jonah smiled at him, unable to come out with anything comforting to say. Instead he just reached in, wiping the chocolate clinging to the side of Leo's mouth with his thumb, "I think you've had enough candy."

Leo raised his eyebrows, unimpressed and in a bad mood, turning his face away. He munched on the last bite of his snicker and Jon watched, rolling his eyes, as his boyfriend struggled to swallow it.

"You'll make yourself sick."

"Too late for that," Leo scoffed, hugging his stomach with one arm, still pouting, "that was at least five kit kats ago."

Jon frowned, "goddammit, Leo... Why did you do that to yourself?"

"Don't be mean to me," Leo said quietly, curling up more and hugging his bloated belly with a grimace, "I feel horrible."

"Yeah, because you ate your weight in chocolate."

"No, because we're not gonna have a fucking Halloween!" Much like a kid, Leo hit the couch, only for another wet belch to roll up and him to pale. He gagged softly, "okay, maybe because of the chocolate too."

Jon rolled his eyes, "I'm gonna get you some water."

When he came back to the living room, Leo had unbuttoned his shirt and pants, rolling them down to the start of his boxers. His normally flat, toned stomach was puffing out, all red near the belly button, a trail of honey colored hairs disappearing down his boxers.

"If you're gonna stare at least help me rub it," Leo pouted, pressing the heel of his hand to his distended side and rubbing in circles. Jonah let out a huff, handing him the glass of water and sitting on the couch, pushing away his boyfriend's hands from his unsettled tummy.

"You're impossible", Jonah put a hand on either side of Leo's stomach, noticing how warm he was. Clearly Leo had done a number on himself, there were angry bubbles right under his hands. He pushes his palm in, rubbing it in small circles and moving his hands towards Leo's belly button, only for the blonde to groan, leaning his head back.

"Hurts?" Jonah asked, stopping the belly rub and Leo shook his head, clutching the half empty glass of water.

"No, it doesn't hurt," he ran a hand through his hair, then made a face as he realized he had just spread the sticky sugary coat all over his hair, "I can feel it right here," Leo said, pointing his throat, and Jonah grimaced.

"Okay, let's go to the bathroom, you idiot," he sighed, getting up and offering Leo a hand. Instead of his boyfriend accepting it, Jonah received a half hearted kick to his ass.

"I'm not gonna throw up," Leo groaned, swallowing down thickly, "I just need to let it settle."

Jonah didn't buy it for a second, but he figured this was not a fight he wanted to have. He was tired and if Leo wanted to sit there and feel sick, so be it, "Okay," he yawned, "will you at least come to bed?"

Leo seemed to mull it over, before he nodded and struggled to sit up correctly. As soon as he did, he pitched forward with a sickening belch, hand rushing to cover his mouth. Jonah jumped back, expecting to see a puddle of vomit between his boyfriend's feet, but it had just been the most disgusting burp he had ever heard.

He cringed as Leo muffled two other belches against his fist, the type that turned wet at the end, clearly threatening to bring something up.

"Baby?"

"I'm good," Leo's voice was deeper than it was in the mornings, all grave and sticky, "go ahead, I'll be right there."

Jonah didn't move, instead he crossed his arms and stared at his boyfriend, watching his throat bob up and down as he swallowed against the sick sensation. Much like the stubborn prick he was, Leo swallowed down one last time, forcefully, and then opened a nauseated smile.

"See?"

"Amazing," Jonah scoffed, then got to the task of picking up all the wrappers that JD was tearing to shreds.

He was running out of energy, but he knew he had to shower before bed, so Jonah all but dragged himself to the bathroom, while Leo collapsed on the bed and curled up, arms wrapped around his stomach.

By the time he made it back, Leo had successfully managed to strip out of his work clothes, but he was still wide awake, rubbing lazy circles over his naked bloated belly and pretending to watch TV. His face was pale and clammy, causing Jonah to wince.

"You look like you're gonna vomit, Leo."

"No," the blonde shook his head stubbornly, "I'm fine."

"You're not fine, you're damn near green!" Jonah stood next to the bed and fought the urge to drag Leo standing up, "go sit in the bathroom."

"I said I'm fine," Leo glared at him, before punctuating each following word with a sickly burp, "I just need... To let it digest."

"Fine," Jon said bitterly, tired and frustrated as he circled the bed and fell against the pillows, "You better not puke on the bed after I told you multiple ti-"

"Shut up, Jon," Leo interrupted, then curled on his side, making a little pitiful noise, "come rub my tummy."

He couldn't help but smile, even if he was tired and frustrated with Leo's stubbornness. Jonah got under the covers, then rolled on his side, planting a hand on Leo's belly and his cheek to his shoulder.

"You're such a baby," Jonah yawned, pressing his thumb to the soft skin under Leo's navel, smoothing the little happy trail down with soothing circles. He could feel how upset his boyfriend's belly was, gurgling non stop under his hand, "does this hurt?"

"No," Leo turned his head, muffling a wet belch against the pillow, "it hurts here..." he grabbed Jonah's wrist and pulled his hand up, to the top of the belly. His abs were almost gone, distended. His stomach was gurgling fiercely and when Jon pushed his fingers in, Leo gagged and slapped Jon's hand away, "don't press it, you'll make me puke."

"Like that's not gonna happen regardless," Jon yawned again, closing his eyes and moving his hand down, to rest on the center of Leo's tummy, scratching his belly softly instead of rubbing. His coordination was slipping from him, the more sleepy Jonah got.

If Leo hadn't consumed that one last snicker, maybe his chocolate tummy ache would've turned out okay. However, as it was, he had eaten far too much for his system to handle.

Around 2 AM, Leo woke up with a start. The bed felt like it was swaying and he felt like he was drowning, saliva pooling on his mouth, throat closing up, stomach seizing... Without even knowing each way was up, Leo heaved harshly and up came a huge stream of vomit. He was suffocating, he thought, starting to cough and struggling to figure out how to free himself.

He let out a choked up noise and his hands reached out blindly, until he felt something sturdy and shook it with all his force, hoping it was Jonah. Leo's head swam with panic, his stomach churning and even more vomit rushed up, just as a pair of hands forced him to sit up. The puke covered his naked chest and his lap and Leo continued to cough, as he managed to breathe better.

"Leo!" Jonah thumped his back and Leo let out a whimper, gagging again and spitting another mouthful of sickening sweet and sticky puke all over the comforter. Now that he was more awake, he could tell there was vomit on the side of his face, he had puked on the pillow too...

"I'msry," Leo slurred, voice shot, his throat feeling messed up. He felt like he had inhaled some of it, his heart was still racing, "I'm... I'm sorry, the bed..."

"Are you alright!?" Jonah ignored him, finally coming into view. Their room was still dark, but they had left the curtains pulled back and it was a really bright night, so Leo could just make out the fact that Jon's eyes were wide with worry... And that there was a huge brown stain all over his silk pajama shirt.

"Oh fuck," Leo groaned, his stomach churning with renewed force, "your shirt..."

"My shirt...?" Jonah sounded confused, much more focused on Leo, "baby, you scared the shit out of me..."

"I'm sorry," Leo squeezes his eyes shut, not bothering to muffle a sick belch, "I'm sorry, my tummy... I just feel horrible..."

"I know," Jon stressed, squeezing his nape, "c'mon, let's get you cleaned up."

"I'm sorry," he repeated, feeling boneless as Jon grabbed his arms and carefully hoisted him up, folding the mess in the comforter. The bed was absolutely ruined.

Another burp snuck past his lips and Leo hunched onto himself. Although he wasn't stuffed anymore, his stomach was far from settled. He let out a groan, hugging his belly, which got even louder as he realized with disgust that he had just gotten his arm covered in puke too by hugging his belly.

"Leo, c'mon," Jonah pulled him with more force and Leo collapsed before the toilet, leaning over it with a deep heave and whimpering when it caused his throat to throb.

He vaguely heard Jon cussing, then the shower turning on and Jonah's silk pajamas meeting the ground as he stripped down, crouching next to Leo, "are you done?"

"I'm sorry about the bed..." Leo said, voice deep as a sick belch morphed into the end of his sentence, "and...UrOurp- And your shirt..."

"Yeah, no shit," Jonah let out a scoff, but although he sounded annoyed, he didn't sound angry. If anything there was a hint of smugness in his voice, "get it over with, baby."

"I'm never eating candy again..." Leo mumbled, pressing his forehead to the soothing cold porcelain and taking deep, measured breaths. His stomach was still a sticky, churning mess and just the thought of food had his mouth flooding with saliva again.

"What? You still have half a bag of Twixes in the kitchen," Jonah teased him and Leo gagged as he could immediately taste them. He scrambled forward, almost missing the bowl as yet another huge stream of vomit rushed up.

Jonah's hand came to support his forehead and Leo coughed, pathetically, head hanging over the bowl, a line of drool from his bottom lip and moaning nonstop as he couldn't manage to catch his breath, his queasy belly refusing to settle down.

He half closed his eyes to avoid looking at the mess, shoulders hitching with another gag and Jonah flushed it all away, before crouching back down and rubbing his back.

"You're alright, Leo, it's over now..."

Leo proved him wrong, opening his mouth and coughing a mouthful of chunky vomit, then dry heaving for another five minutes. He still felt so incredibly nauseous.

"Jon... Jon, I don't feel well..."

"Maybe because you have dried vomit on your chest?" Jonah sighed, pulling him up and flushing again, "c'mon, let's shower."

Leo couldn't argue, although he didn't think a shower was the solution as his belly continued to flip and attempt to empty itself. He allowed Jonah to pull him under the hot water stream and let out a relieved sigh when the congealing mess was washed away... Then stumble over the drain, bracing against the wall as even more watery puke hit the tiles.

"Christ," Jonah sighed, squeezing his shoulder, "okay... Get it up..."

Leo forced up a burp, then with it came another little dribble of vomit and he let out a sigh, black dots dancing in front of his eyes, "I'm... I'm fine now... I'm just... dizzy..."

"Diz- LEO!" Jonah caught him just as he swayed on his feet, hugging his torso, "fuck, fuck-" he slid them both down to the ground, the hot water pooling around them, "baby? Leo, open your eyes-" Jonah patted his cheek frantically and Leo let out a groan, leaning further into his hold.

"I'm good, I... I'm good," the blonde said quietly, his voice raspy, pressing his forehead to Jonah's shoulder, "it was just too much..."

"If I wasn't so worried right now, I'd strangle you," Jonah scoffed, "stay put, let me just-" he moved around, propping Leo against the wall and getting up to grab the shampoo, "you got it all over your hair."

"Ugh," Leo whined, but then couldn't help but let out a smile as he felt Jon start to wash his hair. He was definitely worried and Leo was feeling shitty enough to milk it, so instead of straightening up, he leaned in, "my tummy hurts, Jonah..."

It wasn't a lie, but it also felt a million times better than five minutes before. Jonah cooed softly, though, fingers scratching his scalp, "I'll get something for it, let's just get you cleaned up first," he said calmly, kissing Leo's brow.

Leo leaned his weight against his boyfriend, feeling drained, not just from all the puking, but because it was past 2 in the morning. He let out a yawn, tilting his head back as Jonah washed the suds away and then lathered his hair with conditioner.

"I never use that," Leo said sleepily, smiling as he heard Jon let out a huff.

"That's because you have pin straight hair, if I skip conditioner I'm fucked," Jon pressed another kiss to his brow, then grabbed Leo's biceps, "up."

He stumbled up, letting out a groan, "fuck, my abs are so sore..."

"Gee, wonder why," Jonah teased him lightly, shutting off the water and wrapping a towel around his hip, before grabbing a robe and forcing Leo to put it on, ignoring the blonde's complains about it.

Leo sighed, blinking heavily and following Jon out of the bedroom... Only to immediately gag against his fist. He had forgotten the horror movie worthy scenery that was their bedroom.

He had thrown up all over the blankets, but not just that, the pillows too. A large puddle of vomit between his pillow and Jon's.

"Fucking Hell..." Leo groaned, then cringed even more as he noticed Jonah swallowing a gag, the bathroom light spilling out clearly showing how ashen he was, "Jon, hey, look at me."

"I'm...fine," Jonah groaned, pressing the back of his hand to his lips, "I just... Fuck, I can't sleep here-"

"I don't think anyone can, babe," Leo rolled his eyes, tiptoeing around the mess to grab Jon a new set of pjs and himself some boxers, "let's go to the guest room. C'mon, move."

Jonah didn't even attempt to argue. Only once they were out of the bedroom did he seem to be thinking, because he groaned, "I'll call a cleaning crew."

"Don't be ridiculous, I'll handle it in the morning," Leo pushed him inside the bedroom and then went straight to the double bed. It wasn't as large as the one in their bedroom and the mattress was sturdier since it hadn't been worn down at all, but it was comfy nonetheless.

Besides, he was feeling too sick to mind. He curled up on the bed, wrapping both arms around his belly and bringing his knees up. Jonah ditched the towel, changing into the pjs and then he crawled on the bed, pushing Leo's damp hair back.

"Leo, if you keep squeezing your stomach like that, you'll make yourself sicker," he said softly, grabbing the blonde's arm and pulling him closer, "come here..."

Leo snuggled closer and letting out a satisfied sigh once he felt Jon's hands rubbing his back in gentle, steady circles, lips pressed to his forehead. He could feel Jonah's breathing against the top of his head.

"I'm sorry again."

"Go to sleep," Jonah said, kissing the top of his head and letting out a huff when the guest bedroom's door opened slightly and then JD joined them on the bed, happily curling up between them.

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dailydragon08 · 6 months

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I saw Crimson Peak on your list and got excited because Charlie Hunnam's character often gets overlooked! I wonder if you'd have some little fluff about him (fall/gothic aesthetics would be most welcome)

I'm so glad to find another Alan fan! He's really an underrated character in the film. I'm a little brain dead due to some health issue flare ups at the moment, so hopefully a list of headcanons is okay:

Alan loves your spooky/gothic aesthetic when it comes to your clothes. Even though other people thought it made you stick out like a sore thumb, it was one of the things that drew him to you in the first place.

When fall rolls around, he 100% helps you go all out with the decorations and proudly wears matching cozy sweaters with you (were sweaters a thing in his time period? Not sure, but we're gonna roll with it).

I'm not 100% sure when Halloween became close to the thing it is now, but it's my fav holiday, so again, we're gonna roll with it. He loves watching you put so much care and love into either choosing or making a costume and loves to match you once the holiday approaches. He'll help you dress up the outside of your house or porch to draw trick or treaters, dresses up with you, and loves helping you pass out candy. In between trick or treaters, he's so happy to just sit on the porch and talk to you.

If you'd rather throw a costume party, he's completely on board for that too. He's helping you hang the decorations that go up high and insists on lifting anything heavy for you. If you're a handmade decoration/costume kind of person, he's showering your work in compliments and will be over the moon if you make something for him.

Speaking of costumes, he lets you go all out on any spooky facepaint/makeup that will complete his look.

He loves taking fall walks with you and thinks it's adorable when you purposely walk on the fallen leaves to get that satisfying crunch and will do it with you. Anyone watching might think you two are being childish, but you're too busy having fun crouching leaves and giggling with him.

He's always making sure you bundle up enough - he is a doctor after all and wouldn't want you to catch a cold. But of course if you do, he's there to the rescue and insists on taking expert care of you. If you don't have or didn't bring a good enough coat, he'll offer up his (never mind the fact that he's risking a cold himself; "don't worry, I'm a doctor, I'll nurse myself back to health in no time").

He becomes an expert hot chocolate/tea/coffee (whatever your preference is) maker just for you and will make the coziest set up by the fireplace with hot drinks, blankets, and whatever books/hobbies you two enjoy together.

I can totally see him also being the type to plant some apple trees in his backyard pre-relationship specifically so he can learn to make cider and bring it to you as a way to impress you.

If you know how to knit or crochet and make him some gloves or a sweater for the incoming cold season, he gives you the biggest puppy eyes when you give them to him. He'll treat them like gold and hardly ever has them away from his person.

He never knew much about the gothic aesthetic before he met you, but is fascinated by it once you introduce it to him - especially if he visits your house and it's designed/decorated in that style - and thinks it's gorgeous.

If he sees something in a shop that he thinks you'd like that would match your love of all things fall and/or goth, he'll buy it for you without hesitation and be so cute and bashful about giving it to you.

He won't hear a word if anyone tries to insult your style and reminds you he thinks you're the most gorgeous person on the planet.

#crimson peak #crimson peak fic #crimson peak x reader #alan mcmichael #charlie hunnam #alan mcmichael x reader #alan mcmichael headcanons #crimson peak headcanons #gender neutral reader #alan mcmichael x gn!reader #crimson peak fanfiction #alan mcmichael fanfiction

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digital-matchmake · 5 months

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You said in an earlier post, that the gang goes out on halloween, either pretending to be Puppets or wearing costumes, but what about Kinger? What about his not attached hands? Does he hide em under his coat thingy? Or do they make fake sleeves to pretend he has arms??

Did anyone ever question them on halloween? Maybe cuz of Jax ears moving or Gangle/Zooble moving a bit too fluently or Kinger bending the wood hes made of. idk

Wait do they go trick or treating on halloween.

Btw i love your Au it gives me so mich serotonin im going to shatter /pos

Well as for Kinger for halloween, I think the reader would just have him hide in his small form in their pockets because the last thing they want is for him to scream every damn time a kid or someone would approach him to check him out but he still gets some candy for participation.

Most of the time, curious kids would be the only ones to question them and most of the time its easy to just say that it's the wind or that it was powered by a string or battery or in Gangle and Zooble's case, they are just so good at making them move and that is usually enough to satisfy the kid's curiosity, the adults mostly just look and move on.

Yes they do, the gang wanted to experience it after all and the reader just agreed on their behalf, even after getting the "Aren't you too old to go trick or treating" So in most cases the reader just pretends that Pomni is their niece (With Pomni short enough for her to look like a child) and Ragatha's the mom so that they don't question. And then it's time to just eat all the candies they gotten back home.

Also I am glad my au is giving you soo much joy!! I truly enjoy writing stuff bout it and answering your questions!

#the amazing digital circus #tadc pomni #tadc ragatha #tadc au #tadc jax #tadc reader #digital roommates #tadc digital roommates

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wayhavenots · 1 year

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whatever you want me to be

I don't know how much sense this makes, it's 11pm and I've been wanting to finish this because I refuse to have this in my drafts next Halloween.

Title is from Masquerade by Sleeping at Last.

Synopsis: Lucy and Ortega hand out candy for Halloween.

The doorbell rings—not that Lucy needs the doorbell when she can feel the sticky little Play-Doh minds on the other side. By the time Ortega hears it, Lucy’s tapping her nose and smirking from her side of the couch. Not it.

"Cheater," says Ortega, tossing the word, a grin, and her long braid over her shoulder as she stands. She stretches her arms up over her head, the hem of her tank top lifting temptingly for just a second as she twists, and whatever quip Lucy has about old joints dies on her lips as she watches.

Julia reaches over her for the bowl of candy—in Lucy’s custody after a cheeky comment about self-control—and turns her head to say something.

Either she doesn’t say it, or Lucy doesn’t hear. The air between their lips is electric, pulses with a temptation they’ve already indulged too many times to be safe.

But she is safe now, isn’t she? Maskless, warm and cozy in Ortega's mother's home, a stupid movie playing across the television screen.

Lucy's choice for a movie, which turned out to be a children's cartoon. “I don’t like horror,” she explained smoothly, brushing over this clue to her unbelonging. Just the latest in a series of mistakes she’d made while with Ortega, the first of which was agreeing to keep her company tonight.

Ortega straightens, a slight frown crossing her expression for just a moment, before she flashes that trademark Charge smile.

“Don’t miss me too much,” she says with a wink as she strides to the front door.

"Don't make me laugh," Lucy counters.

But she quiets as the door flings open and a chorus of “Trick-or-treat!” rings out. Recognition and excitement burst like bubbles against her mind—Charge? Charge? Charge?—and she sinks deeper into the cushions as autographs are given, along with handfuls of candy. Julia takes her time with the “Aren’t you adorable?” and “Wow, who are you supposed to be?”

Their joy is overwhelming, wars with the envy constricting her chest.

She never had this. Movies, coziness, doting. A choice: trick, or treat? For Lucy, before she was Lucy, it was always trick-or-trick-or-trick-or-trick…

"Hey, Lu." Ortega's voice interrupts the memories, the neverending black-and-white montage of who she was. "C'mere. Check out these costumes."

Knife-sharp curiosity: Who? Who? Who? Steel? Anathema? Sidestep?

Christ, Ortega. She glares daggers down the hall, even though she won't see her. It wouldn't be hard to crop herself out of the kids' memories of tonight, but now she has to. Has to face them and pretend and then wipe herself away.

She gets up, cursing her decision not to wear a Halloween costume, not to bring her mask. It's just Ortega, she thought, as if she isn't perfectly aware that Ortega may be the most dangerous of all.

When she gets to the door, she does a quick inventory. A group of kids dressed as—and now Lucy sees, understands—the Rangers. Charge, Anathema, Steel, Sentinel, and Sidestep. Their minds flash images of newsreels, comparing her approximate size and shape to the masked vigilante they adore so much. In their minds, she elongates her body, makes herself too tall, too square, coats the redesign with an impression of age and weakness.

"Heroes?" guesses Lucy as she leans against the doorframe, frowning as though deep in thought. "You're Charge, obviously. And you…" She points to the masked kid. "Ice Sage?"

"Sidestep," protests the child indignantly. "They're my favorite."

She can't help flicking her gaze towards Ortega, can't help the twitch of a smirk on her own face. "Oh, that's right. I always get them confused. Nice costumes, though. I'll know who to call for help next time I need it."

Their excitement shrinks to nothing as they move on to the next house. They think she is a boring old lady, nothing more. Never meet your heroes, kids.

Ortega closes the door with a satisfied smile, the bowl of candy held to her chest. "Made your night, didn't it?"

Lucy forces a smile in return. "Yep. No topping that. I should probably go home."

Ortega frowns, eyebrows drawn together in a confused expression. “You feeling okay, Lucy? We didn’t even finish the movie.”

The movie. The stupid movie that everyone knows, but not her, not Lucy, or rather, not the monster pretending to be Lucy, her yearlong costume, her perpetual Halloween.

“What do you think the ending is, Ortega?” she bursts. “You honestly think any of these idiots have a chance of solving their monster problem?”

Her frown deepens. Her frown deepens because Lucy isn't making any goddamn sense, because every moment she spends with Ortega, the more obvious it is that she isn't, isn't, isn't. “That’s kind of the point of Scooby Doo. They’ll catch ‘em, rip off the mask, and find out the monster’s just as human as the rest of us.”

Catch ‘em. Rip off the mask. Find out they’re just as human as the rest of us. “And if they aren’t?”

Understanding dawns in her eyes. “You’ve never seen Scooby Doo, have you?"

Christ, if this is the thread that Ortega tugs on to unravel her life here... “No,” she finally admits. “You’d be my first.”

The desired effect: A blush warms Ortega’s cheeks. It’s good to know she isn’t entirely powerless when it comes to her. “Oh, I, I’m glad, you would—” She clears her throat. “I shouldn’t have called you over. With the trick-or-treaters.”

She doesn’t expect the acknowledgement; somehow, it fuels her anger. What does Ortega know, anyway? She is maskless, open, vulnerable. The idol of many a stupid child. No matter how Lucy tries, no matter how much Julia believes, they will never be the same.

But Julia does believe.

Still, Lucy swallows the rage, knowing her reasons for it don’t make sense. Not to Ortega, at least. Ortega, who sees what she wants to see. Who sees what Lucy wants to see, wants to be, and believes it to be so.

“Yeah," she quips," your ego may never recover from not being that kid’s favorite.”

Ortega gives a relieved chuckle. "Oh, it'll live. It'll probably come back even stronger than before."

#fallen hero #the ending just kind of happens sorry #chargestep #happy halloween #julia ortega

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pupp0ccino · 2 years

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🐾🦴🩻🍟 I like Undertale and I like Halloween so I made an au. This is less than two hours old so I have literally no idea what I'm doing lolz!!!

🦴 Paps nickname is Stitch!(he/him?) He's a scarecrow like character and is made of straw and bones. It's hard to talk since his mouth is stitched together so he uses sign language most of the time! Also uses a cane to walk since he can't walk for long periods of time without his legs giving out and he really likes to move around. He's very kind and giving !

🩻 the main sans of this au is named Trix/Trickz/ect been really happy with the design but haven't been really set on a name. Trix uses She/He/it/Mew/vamp/literally any Halloween neos! And acts kind of like nepeta from Homestuck. I love her he's my fav. It really likes candy like how classic sans likes ketchup and always has candy in her pockets. You can never tell when he's gonna be a treat or a trick! He was based off the Halloween plushies down below that's what inspoed me to make the au in the first place lolz!! Mews a catbatwerewolf thing

🐾 the little pumpkin guy is named Patch!(they/them/he) He's the 3rd and youngest sibling. They kind of got a sort of jack skeletons pumpkin king sort of thing going on! They don't talk much either and usually speak with echoey whispers and whistles. Hes very timid and shy but loves their siblings!

🚬 Wingdings is literally just named Wingdings, he's wearing a lab coat that looks like a dress but you can't really tell the difference because it's pitch black. He's very scary looking but loves his little parasites of kids. The only thing that was on my mind when drawing him was Morticia from the Addams family. Also I've never seen an au were it was more than 2 skelebros so here we are!!!!

🍟they are all autistic

#papyrus #undertale #sans undertale #undertale au #undertale fanart #undertale aus #halloween #halloween au #latino artist #hyperfixation #autism #sans

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hopeandharmonizing · 11 months

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where words fail, music speaks for yuuko or dana! even though i've literally not written them across here or for long jfkfkg

sing! ** always accepting

(I don't know a lot about either of them so I'm going for vibes here...)

Yuuko

Whatever Lola Wants - Gotan Project Remix (but specifically because of this dance that goes with it that just has trickster witchy-vibes, but like... tricking you into something that's good for you. Which is what it feels like in the thread going with qrow.):

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Whatever Lola wants, Lola gets And little man, little Lola wants you Make up your mind to have no regrets Recline yourself, resign yourself, you're through

I always get what I aim for And your heart and soul is what I came for

Whatever Lola wants, Lola gets Take off your coat Don't you know you can't win? You're no exception to the rule I'm irresistible, you fool Give in (give in you'll never win)

Dana

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Little girls don't know how to be sweet girls Mama didn't teach me Little boys don't know how to treat little girls Daddy didn't show me

Face down, on top of your bed Oh, why did I give it up to you? Is this how I shoot myself up high Just high enough to get through?

Again, the false affection Again, we break down inside

Sad boy, you stare up at the sky When no one's looking back at you You wear your every last disguise You're flying, then you fall through

Again, the false attention Again, you're breaking inside

Stars feel like knives They tell us why we're fighting Storm, wait outside Oh, love, hold us together

Love, save the empty Love, save the empty, and save me

#alaikhadal #( heart and soul they both know it's where you gotta be || music )#( this goes out to anyone whose heart beats like a kickdrum || meme response )

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bookuya · 3 years

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trick or treating with them

CANDIES: childe, cyno, kazuha, hu tao, xiao

TREATS: FLUFFF!!! headcanons, modern au, gender neutral reader

TRICKS: just a butt ton mentions of candy :) no other warnings except for sorry if cyno is ooc </3

CHILDE

the type of person to take your good and favorite candies to tease you, but sneaks it back into your basket/bag later by the end of the night

if the house you guys are about to go to is owned by someone childe knows, he won't hesitate to let out a horrifying scream to scare their butt off before singing "trick or treat!" innocently

the whole time you guys are out trick or treating, he always keeps an eye on you and stays close by but it looks like he's just trying to wait until you're distracted to scare you

he might act like a little rascal to everyone on halloween (or pretty much in general too), but he genuinely wants everyone to have a fun time! he gives all his candy to his little siblings when you arrive back to his house and just the sight of it makes you smile.

childe insists you don't have to, but you end up convincing him that it was okay to share your candy anyway

bonus: he keeps putting candy bars in his mouth and telling you to eat other side to be "romantic"

CYNO

if he gets any of your favorite candy from trick-or-treating, he gives it all to you since he doesn't really mind! (and mostly he wants to see your happy reaction)

cyno's favorite candies is literally all the ones you don't like or just the healthy type of treats, which works out for you both since he just eats it all for you with no complaints

your hand is always held safely in his hand or in his pocket, making sure you're close while you guys are outside during halloween

it doesn't matter if it ruins your costume; he brings a coat and tells you to wear it when it gets really cold. when it ends up raining later that night, he just gives you a quick little smug "told you so" look before draping his coat over your head

KAZUHA

teases by telling you that he'll steal your candy but never actually does it (you guys share anyway)

like cyno, kazuha likes the candy you don't like. unlike cyno, literally everyone else dislikes this candy except for kazuha and he just ends up giving the rest of his sweets to you and keeping his favorites

the time you guys are outdoors, he usually has his arm lightly wrapped around your waist or shoulders. if you're shorter than him, he might joke around and put his arm on your head like an arm rest for a split second

if you guys are matching costumes, kazuha makes sure to let the whole neighborhood and their grandma know that if they haven't seen it already. he even tells beidou three times before she reminds him that she already knows and was even the one who helped you put the costume on

literally says that you, gorou, and him should dress as alvin and the chipmunks next year.

HU TAO

she shares her candy with you and gets really excited and happy if you do the same; basically that whole thing where you trade candies with each other based on which ones you like and prefer

she's the one bringing and guiding you house to house with your hands linked together

if you get tired from trick-or-treating, hu tao offers to give you a piggyback ride or to "eat any of her treats to gain more energy"

she most definitely agrees with the statement "the houses with the best halloween decorations always have the best candy"

hu tao literally does not run out of energy and i think we all know that!! she even suggests going to a haunted house afterwards or hiding behind bushes and scaring innocent children

XIAO

he gives you whatever candy/treats you want and doesn't tell you his favorites so you don't feel bad for eating them

practically the only reason why xiao is willing to trick-or-treat and go outside is because he wants to be with you and also feels like he has to keep an eye on you

he also doesn't say trick-or-treat, but he did mutter it once when you begged him too

xiao either doesn't hold hands with you at all or just links pinkies with you to give you your own private space. he also brings a bottle of water and reminds you to drink some of it from time to time (literally acts like a mom sometimes)

you know what else he does from time to time? ask when you want to go back home </3

tags: @noirkkat, @tiny-aroace, @yunaholics, @abyssheart, @starglitterz, @blisschi, @heavensbeloved, @mystic-helena, @xmellows, @rim0na, @glazelilyy, @yanbub, @urujiako, @zaultar, @seerie, @blossomiich, @mikachuchu, @bluexiao, @akinokisetsu, @childe-support, @ariesreii, @storytravelled, @aelatus, @give-xiao-almond-tofu, @afchicken, @almondoufu, @chichikoi

#IM BACK FROM THE DEAD LOL #childe x reader #tartaglia x reader #cyno x reader #cyno fluff #childe fluff #kazuha x reader #kazuha fluff #hu tao x reader #hu tao fluff #xiao x reader #xiao fluff #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin scenarios #genshin fluff #bookuya #happy boolloween!

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screamingtime · 2 years

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[13-31/10/21] [25-43 DOP]

hello :)

i kind of disappeared from this blog for almost 3 weeks haha sorry for that. my life has been kind of hectic. overall uni workload isn't THAT bad but there is always this looming thought of incoming tests that you don't really know how to prepare for (because there is simply no way that you will be able to learn everything in this field).

what i've been up to:

- making more anatomy flashcards (the neverending task lol)

- watched a few lectures that i've missed (i still have a lot more to go)

- i went out with some uni friends for pizza and a walk in the forest (we found a cemetary and it looked stunning)

- touched some human skulls (the brains were way more interesting)

- studied in the library,,, a lot

- passed my theory driving test! (my practical exam is in more than a month hah)

i want to try to post at least once a week so we'll see how it goes.

i hope you guys are having a lovely day

my answers to the #autumn studying challenge are under the cut

13th October - What is your favourite autumn movie?

definitely nightmare before christmas

14th October - What are your favourite songs to listen to in autumn?

i usually just play some random autumn playlist on spotify. jazzy and acoustic sort of thing

15th October - If you could magically get rid of anything about autumn, what would it be?

the mud! it's so freaking annoying because to get to my bus stop i walk through a field (becuase it's quicker that way) and after it rained i have to either walk around the puddles or accept that my shoes will be covered in mud haha

16th October - What is would your perfect autumn day be like?

waking up early, having some nice breakfast with a warm cup of tea, going for a walk in the park

17th October - Outside or inside?

inside!

18th October - Sunny autumn days or rainy autumn days?

if i'm going for a walk- sunny, if i'm staying at home- rainy

19th October - Pumpkin spice lattes or hot chocolate?

hot chocolate because i don't drink coffee

20th October - What is your usual autumn outfit?

big coats, big jumpers and regular trousers

21st October - Falling rain or a crackling fireplace?

why not both haha

22nd October - Pumpkin pie or apple pie?

23rd October - Walk in the woods or read a book in front of the fire?

24th October - Fluffy socks or slippers?

fluffy socks. i hate wearing slippers. i always leave them somewhere and forget where they are

25th October - Fireplace or bonfire?

bonfire

26th October - Spooky mood or cozy mood?

cozy mood

27th October - Trick or treat?

treat. i have a massive sweet tooth

28th October - Haunted house or Halloween party?

i haven't been to either of them but if i had to choose then i'd probably be the party

29th October - Buy a Halloween costume or make a Halloween costume?

make one! especially if you're using the clothes you already own. it's so much better for the environment

30th October - If you could dress up as anything for Halloween, what would it be?

i love the idea of Jimi Halloween where people dress up as people encountering every day life situations. i'd probably dress up as a person who has just realised that they got on the wrong train

31st October - Are you doing anything for Halloween?

not really. i'm staying at home and doing work for uni. i might watch something later in the evening with my sister

#autumn studying challenge #studyblr #100dop #screamingtime #dark academia #100 days of productivity #screaming time

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riseandshinelittleblossom · 4 years

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The Hedge Maze

I have been debating over whether or not to post this, or hell even finish it, for the last couple of weeks, so before I talk myself out of it again...here it is. I apologize.

Warning: LEMONS...its just lemons.

Disclaimer: I do not own Maxwell Beaumont (PB does), he owns me.

Tagging some thirsties: @fullbeaumonty @speedyoperarascalparty @leelee10898 @emichelle @ao719

words: 1731

Finley surveyed the bar from across the crowded ballroom. One or two nobles that she probably should, but did not recognize. The bartender polished glasses in a dreadful attempt to appear busy. With an audible sigh she made her way over.

"And for you, madam?" The bartender's heavy voice as he peered at her with intense green eyes.

"Surprise me."

Finley spun on her heels and leaned her elbows on the bar, observing the room.

In the far corner she could see a dark haired man in a blue sports coat. He seemed as out of place as he was uncomfortable, like one of those dogs that people put Halloween costumes on and then actually took them trick or treating.

I feel you, buddy.

Immediately to her right, but closer to the center of the room stood King Liam, his wife Riley on his arm as they chatted away with an older blonde woman. She held a champagne glass in each hand and she gestured widely as she spoke. Finley could tell that the king and queen were less than enthused about the conversation, however she noted that they still gave the impression of being enthralled by the woman's tale.

The Lady Hana Lee was to their left, a stiff man in a tweed jacket beside her. Finley recognized Hana since her uncle and Hana's father were business associates. She made a mental note to make sure she said hello, lest her Uncle Brandon kill her slowly.

"Here you are, miss."

Finley turned to see the barkeep sliding a mojito across the bar towards her.

"Thank you kindly." Finley tipped her head to the man as she collected the drink, swirling it once before taking a sip.

She hated these sorts of events, but as her uncle had never taken a wife, she was often forced to accompany him.

Finley had been raised to fit into courtly life, but as her father was only the brother of an Earl it was never expected that she would live a courtly life, and that was fine by her.

From the corner of her eye she saw a man- about her age- wearing a simple black suit coat with a white shirt. She noticed right away that said shirt was unbuttoned far too low to be acceptable, but she ignored him otherwise and continued her ametur surveillance.

Still only viewing the man from her peripheral vision she watched as he smoothed his jacket and ran his hands over his chocolate hair before snapping his wrists and sliding up next to her.

"Good evening, ma'am." he said.

Without turning her gaze toward him she simply replied, "No."

He fumbled over himself searching for what to say next.

"You didn't even look at me. You could at least look a man in his eye when you reject him."

A smirk formed across Finley's face as she cocked her head to the side ever so slightly.

She had to admit she was a little intrigued by his persistence and even with only a sideways glance he was quite handsome. Maybe he could be just a bit of fun for the evening, if he played his cards right.

Shuffling her stance so that she faced him, she peered into his azure eyes.

"No thank you, m'lord."

She offered him a curtsey.

"That was better, but I feel like that response just lacked the conviction necessary to convince me that you're not interested."

Finley quirked an eyebrow at him, taking a long pull from her mojito.

"I'll take that look as a second chance," he grinned. "I'm Maxwell Beaumont."

"I'm still unimpressed."

The brunette man scoffed. "I am a Guardian of the Realm. Won't that at least get me a dance?"

Finley giggled, much to her surprise.

"Fine. But only because you made me laugh."

They found a spot near the edge of the dance floor, Maxwell immediately pulling her a little closer than the dance actually called for.

"So, I've told you my name," he smiled down at her before dropping his lips to the shell of her ear. "What's yours?"

An involuntary shudder shot through Finley's body as his words filled her ear. Her body felt like putty.

How did he do that?

"I- uh- I'm...my name is..it's Finley. Finley Sawyer." she stammered.

"What a pleasure, Finley Sawyer."

Several mojitos and a few dances later, Finley found herself gleefully running through the palace's infamous hedge maze, with Maxwell in hot pursuit. Twisting and turning through the foliage, her strawberry blonde hair flying behind her she had never felt freer, and she couldn't remember the last time she'd smiled so much.

They came to a clearing lined with old timey lanterns, a large round fountain laced with fairy lights in the center.

"I...I can't...I can't...Maxwell I can't breathe!" She panted, falling immediately into a shrill burst of laughter as he accosted her, fingers wildly tickling her sides as she squirmed.

They finally fell together on the edge of the fountain, still giggling and doubling over as they tried to catch their breath.

"I haven't….whoo..I haven't laughed like that in….maybe ever." Finley told him, absentmindedly resting her hand on his thigh.

Maxwell took a gulp of air and held it, calming his fit before covering her hand in his.

"Thank you." She said, their eyes finally meeting.

"Finley, I," he began, but he paused to wet his lips. "I'm going to kiss you."

"I would be disappointed if you didn't."

His long slender fingers brushed her cheek as he tenderly cupped her face. Finley peeked up at him with darkened eyes, leaning closer and closer until at last his soft lips found hers. A bolt of electricity shot directly to her core as Maxwell deepened the kiss, slowly at first but rapidly becoming frantic. Finley splayed her hands against the surprisingly firm muscles of his chest, smoothing her palms under his jacket and over his shoulders.

Maxwell shrugged the garment off, quickly returning his hands to either side of her face as Finley's fingers deftly worked at his dress shirt buttons.

"Fin, I want you to know that...I mean I obviously hoped, but...we don't have to do this." Maxwell told her, breaking the kiss.

A coy grin spread itself across the redhead's lips. "I already know you're a gentleman, no need to go and prove it."

She slowly stood up, still facing him and she reached behind her to unzip her simple yet elegant black dress.

Without any straps, it quickly pooled at her feet, her round perky breasts now fully exposed.

Maxwell's eyes roamed over the curves of her, his tongue involuntarily running along his bottom lip as he drank in the sight.

Silently she stepped out of the fabric, throwing one leg over his lap and settling herself upon him. She chastely pressed her lips to his, slowly making her way up his jaw line until she stopped long enough to nibble at his earlobe.

"Fuck,"

It fell from his lips in a whisper, his hips bucking slightly as he shuddered.

"You're a bit overdressed, Mr. Beaumont." She murmured before slowly tracing the shell of his ear with her tongue.

Maxwell made short work of his dress shirt before fumbling with his belt. Finley dropped her hands between them to assist with the zipper before reaching past the fabric and gripping his hard length. She gently tugged it free of it's confines with a mischievous grin.

"Big boy. I'll admit I wasn't expecting that."

Maxwell's cheeks burned with a twinge of embarrassment but he recovered quickly, his hands gripping her hips, lifting her as he wiggled his hips into position.

Finley took her time easing herself down onto him. She gently gyrated her hips in small circles down his length, hands digging into the tanned skin of his shoulders to keep balanced.

"Goddamnit, Finley. You're so fucking tight." He moaned, his head falling back.

She ran her tongue up his windpipe, nipping and suckling it.

When she had finally sheathed him fully inside of her, he gripped the gloves of her ass in two fistfuls and slowly stood up with her. Finley wrapped her legs around his waist instinctively, digging her heels into him.

"Do you trust me?" He asked.

"I suppose I trust you enough."

Maxwell briefly reached behind him and touched her ankles.

"Don't let go." He instructed before grabbing her ass once more with white knuckles.

He slammed his hips into hers, his knees bending slightly as he fucked up into her.

"Max... Maxwell, oooooh." She groaned.

He quickened his pace, rocking gently on the balls of his feet, Finley bouncing wildly into him as she clung to his neck for dear life.

She could feel her thighs tighten around his trunk as the familiar warmth gathered in her core. She palmed his cheek, crashing her lips against his and swallowing whole the moans that escaped him. Her other hand slid between their bodies, expertly finding her clit to help herself along.

Maxwell's legs began to sputter, the sight of her strumming herself more than he could take and he slowed momentarily as he found his release.

Not to be deterred, he buried his face into the crook of her neck, still slamming her hips into his until a moment later Finley joined him, the rush of her arousal coating his cock and abdomen.

Carefully he stepped back until his calves felt the smooth stone of the fountain and he sat back down.

She kissed his forehead, breathing still heavy as she stood from his lap to collect her dress.

Maxwell licked his lips, enjoying the sight of her dressing in the lantern light.

"And to think, a couple of hours ago you wouldn't even let me ask you for a dance."

He smirked at her, tucking himself away and zipping his pants.

"Everybody makes mistakes." She answered matter-of-factly. "Will you zip me?"

Maxwell stood up and grasped her zipper, working it easily up her back. He traced the backs of his fingers up her spine before softly kissing her shoulder.

"So what do you think, Finley? Can I call you sometime?"

She flung her hair over her shoulder, smacking Maxwell in the face with it as she spun to face him.

"No."

Finley gathered up her skirt and made her way into the maze.

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