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iwouldhavelovedyoustill · 3 years

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EP5: Wedding

They promised.

Both of them have promised in the past that they will be present at each other's wedding. So Myk takes time off his schedule and reaches out to her best friend for her current address. He wants to deliver the invitation properly in person; he's a man of his word after all.

Hannibal takes five days to reply; he says he asked for her permission and it took her a while to agree. Myk doesn't actually understand why she deactivated her Facebook after they broke up. Em doesn't usually stray too far from social media and it is so unlike her not to keep a single account on any platform.

But she actually went off the grid. No one can talk to her easily without going through mutual friends. Moving on from the break-up had been really a hard time for him and her being out of touch is the only reason why he never had the opportunity to ask for a second chance.

It was embarrassing enough that he sent several I love yous and Please talk to me kind of messages to her sister when he got drunk.

The house standing at the given address looks really, really weird. It is way too far from what they have imagined when the two of them are still dreaming about their future. Em will always make it clear that she wants a small, two-story house with enough space for the cats she'll adopt.

The place does not look pet-friendly.

There are no plants around the property, either. No signs of life at all. It is hard to imagine that her once bright smile would live inside these walls. It is made with unfinished concrete with a rusty iron gate that will not even serve security purposes.

A kid, presumably around the ages of 8-10, appears near the door. The boy sees him standing awkwardly outside their gate and he hastily calls for Mama.

Myk starts to wonder if he got the right address, but his heart sinks upon seeing Em in the doorway.

The Em he remembers is full of bright smiles. She occasionally pouts and acts disappointed, but he's always well aware of her real feelings.

Now he's completely clueless.

She smiles at him apologetically and invites him inside. The woman he once loved apologizes, once again, for all the mess in the living room. He doesn't even consider it a living room, but she mentioned that it is the sala. Her words do not convince him that this is the environment she deserved.

The first words out of him were, Sa inyo 'tong bahay?

She laughs. At least it is a real one now, he thinks. "Hindi," she dismisses him. "Sa mother-in-law ko."

His face must have shown a hint of betrayal because she immediately adds, "Hindi pa kami kasal. Live-in lang." She stands up and heads for the kitchen. "May gusto kang inumin?"

Myk shakes his head as he watches her scramble with the few ingredients she has to work with. Life has been obviously so difficult for her and this must be the reason why she suddenly disappeared. It only took him an hour to get there and had he known that she's too close, he would've visited her sooner.

To take her away.

He shrugs off these thoughts. She must be happy now, he convinces himself. Hindi naman sya mag-stay kung hindi.

She comes back to the table with something that looks like a sweet drink. "Sorry 'yan lang," she smiles sheepishly. "Hindi pa nakakapag-grocery si Mister eh."

Admittedly, it hurts a little bit. "Kailan kayo nagkakilala?"

"Hmmm," she loses herself in her thoughts for a while. "Last last year?"

Tapos live-in na agad? Myk couldn't get these thoughts off his head. He knows it's not his problem and her life decisions aren't something that he can easily meddle with. They're over; they cut ties five years ago. "Masaya ka ba?"

He can't help but ask. He has to know.

He has to.

"Hmm... hindi?" She is obviously messing with him. "Ano gagawin mo kung hindi?"

He's a loss for words. Well... what is he thinking, anyway? It's not like he can take her away from her current life. "Hindi ko alam," he admits. "I... Gusto ko lang malaman."

"Hindi ganoon kasaya lagi," she admits. "Pero okay naman. Nakaka-survive. Ganoon siguro talaga ang buhay, 'di ba? You just have to make do of what you've been given."

But you don't have to endure, he wants to argue with her. Myk can recall a few stupid choices that Em did when they were younger but nothing comes close to this. "Pwede kang umalis."

"Saan naman ako pupunta?" She uses a challenging tone.

"Hindi ko rin alam," he confesses. "But you don't belong here."

"And where do I belong?" Em begins to raise her voice. "Say, Myk, where?"

He struggles to find an answer.

"I didn't simply end up here, Myk," she reaches out for his hand. "I placed myself here. I rooted myself here and this was my choice."

"Mag-alaga ng anak ng iba at tumira sa ganitong uri ng bahay?"

Her eyes look cold. "Yes," even her tone is cold. "Okay lang sa akin na mag-alaga ng anak ng iba at mamuhay sa ganitong uri ng bahay."

"I didn't mean to -"

"I know," Em intervenes. "You just want the best for me. I understand that. But I'm okay. I'm really okay. And to be frank, you don't have a say in my life anymore."

That hurt. Again. "So akin na 'yung invitation and you can go on with your day."

How.. did -

"Syempre pina-stalk na kita kay Bal. I just need confirmation. Feel ko rin naman ito lang dahilan kung bakit mo ako kikitain ulit. And I'm really happy for you," she looks like she just stopped herself from hugging him. "It's about time that you settle down."

Myk feels like he's cheating, but he feels he has to say it:

Tayo sana 'yun. He hands the white envelope over. Pangalan sana natin 'to.

Em traces the ends of the delicate paper but doesn't actually open it. This is the only time Myk gets to observe her, and how she had aged over the years without him by her side. Her eyes have lost their spark and even her fingers look old and wrinkly. The only thing he can't figure out is why is she wearing a sweater at 2 in the afternoon.

"May sakit ka ba?" He tries to grab her arm to get a hold of her temperature, but she flinches at his touch. It takes him a while to realize the situation and he pulls her arm forcefully towards him. Myk pushes her sleeve away from her wrist and fresh bruises come to light.

He looks at her accusingly, demanding an explanation. Instead, she claims her arm back and distances herself from him. "Nakuha ko na 'yung invitation," she guides him towards the door. "You can expect me to be there. May gagawin pa ako."

"Em -"

"Please," her voice is desperate. "Don't make me look and feel helpless than I am now."

Her designated seat during the wedding remained empty until the reception ended.

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emo-space-tea · 3 years

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~Diagon Alley~

NOT MY GIF

Chapter 2

~3rd Person POV, Year 1~

A few days later the small family traveled to Diagon Alley to pick up their school supplies. First they got their books, then got fitted for their uniforms, the tailor stopped their mother to ask some questions. The woman told her kids to get their pets and wands, then handed her kids 20 galleons each. Then she mentioned that they had 25 minutes before they meet back at the entrance of the alley.

The twins left the shop and rushed to the pet store. Unfortunately the twins lost track of time, being distracted by all the cute owls, mice, cats. Elaine picked out an owl she found cute, while Elijah couldn’t decide so they left the shop with a new owl, Oriel.

The twins rushed to Ollivanders. Elaine was way ahead of Elijah, when she crashed into a boy who looked around her age. When the two collided, the boy dropped the books he had in his arms, while Elaine almost dropped her new owl but quickly caught the cage he was in. Then the petite girl noticed the books on the ground along with the boy.

“Oh! I’m so sorry! Here let me help!” Elaine apologized, before she grabbed the books around her.

“It’s alright, but what were you running for?” The boy asked, also picking up his books.

“Me and my brother lost track of time. We need to get our wands before we go back home.” The blonde girl answered.

Once she had all the books, she handed them to the boy before getting a good look at him. He had straight black hair that went over his forehead, piercing green eyes, and circular glasses held together by tape. What Elaine didn’t notice is her freckled cheek turned slightly pink. She looked down and saw a box that said Ollivanders.

“You’ve gotten your wand already? What’s it like-” Elain asked before being cut off.

“Sis! We’ve got 10 minutes!” Her brother called out, just before grabbing her arm and rushing to Ollivanders.

The young girl, a little shocked, shouted a goodbye to the boy with glasses.

“We’ve got to go, It was nice to meet you, Bye!!”

The boy quickly waved bye to the girl, his face also turning pink. He was still staring at where the girl once was when he realised he hadn’t even gotten her name, nor did he give her his!

He then sighed and hoped to see her when he went to Hogwarts. Meanwhile the twins got into Ollivanders. Elijah let go of his sister, and Elaine gently put down Oriel. The two looked around for a bit before Elijah called out, “Hello?”

“Oh Hello! Ah Elaine and Elijah Brightheart! I remember when your mother and father got their wands! You’ve got your mum’s hair and dad’s eyes! Though you’ve got the freckles your grandmother had!” Ollivander ranted, coming from the enmornous shelves that had many wands.

“You knew our mother?” Elaine asked, then Elijah continued.

“And our father?” The freckled boy asked, before the both of them continued.

“And our Grandmother?!” The twins exclaimed, synchronized.

“Indeed, now you’ve come for your wands, have you not?” Ollivander asked.

The twins nodded and Elijah gestured for his twin to go first. The girl walked up to the man. Ollivander looked through some of the wands and grabbed one then opening it and handing it to the petite girl. Elaine took the wand and gently waved it, then many of the lights burst causing Elaine to place the wand on the desk.

“Hmm, not that one.” Ollivander mumbled, picking up the wand and grabbing a second.

“Here, this one is Alder Wood with Phoenix Feather Core, 11 ½, and quite bendy. Give this one a whirl.” Ollivander informed, before handing it to the girl.

Elaine waved the wand, and gold glitter came out of the wand and gently fell over the girl. The blonde girl smiled and looked back at her brother, who was also smiling.

“Well, I think it's obvious that wand likes you. Elijah you next.” Ollivander said with a slight smile.

The boy then walked up and watched as Ollivander grabbed what looked like a very old box, and took a wand from it.

“This. This wand is Apple wood with Unicorn Hair Core, 12 ¾, and surprisingly swishy flexibility.” Ollivander informed again, handing it to the boy.

Elijah waved the wand and a bright light shined over himself. A big smile spread across his face and rushed to hug his sister.

“You should know, that wand of your’s is very pure. It’s horrible at performing dark spells. Use it wisely boy.” Ollivander said, in a more serious tone.

Elijah nodded, taking in the information, before hearing the door open.

“I knew you two would be in here, let me guess, got distracted at the Pet shop?” The twins mum asked from the doorway.

“Hello Leora.” Ollivander greeted.

“Oh, Hello Ollivander.” Leora greeted back.

“Sorry, but we simply must go now, these two wanted to go home the second they got all their stuff, so they can practice the simple charms and spells.” Leora mentioned, with a small smile looking at her children.

The twins, embarrassed, looked down with pink on their freckled cheeks. Ollivander lightly chuckled, before nodding and saying goodbye. The Brightheart's exited the building before making sure they had all their stuff. Then the twins each grabbed one of their mother’s hands, Leora then apparated back to their mansion.

The twins then rushed up to their room to start packing, and practicing of course. Leora chuckled softly, remembering the day she got back from Diagon Alley for the first time, she acted just like them.

The twins upstairs, folded their clothes and some extra things. Then Elaine paused and asked her brother something neither of them had thought about before.

“Lucky, what if we don’t get sorted into Hufflepuff or Slytherin?” The petite girl asked, softly.

The boy was silent for a bit, then answered, “Does it matter? It’s not like mom will kick us out or anything like that.”

“Yeah, but if we don’t then the paper will go on and on about the twins that broke The Brightheart Chain. I don’t want to be any more famous than we are, even now is bad enough!” Elaine responded.

“Everything’s gonna be fine, even if we do get sorted into Gryffindor or Ravenclaw, we’ll have each other.” Elijah comforted.

The blonde girl was silent for a bit, then she smiled and nodded her head confidently. Her brother then smiled as well before asking, “By the way, who was that boy you bumped into earlier?”

“Oh! He was-” She began to answer before cutting herself off and pausing for a bit and thinking. Suddenly, Elaine slapped her forehead before saying, “I didn’t ask him his name! Ugh, I’m a bloody fool.”

“Hey, it’s alright, if he was at Diagon Alley, that means we may see him at Hogwarts!” Elijah said, trying to comfort his twin sister.

“Yeah! Your right. We’ll see him at Hogwarts!” Elaine exclaimed, with a smile.

The rest of the day went by smoothly, practicing a few spells here and there, laughter filled the dining room during dinner. The twins soon after went up to their room and did their nightly routines. The twins went to bed, thoughts filled their heads about all the adventures they’d have, all the new friends, and of course all the magic.

Tomorrow They go to Hogwarts. Tomorrow.

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surveys-at-your-service · 3 years

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Survey #320

we on a spree today!

Would you rather be twice as smart or twice as happy? Give me the happiness, please. What happened the last time you cried? I was having a PTSD episode. What happened the time in your life when you were the most nervous to do something? I think the most nervous I've ever been was in elementary school when I won the D.A.R.E. essay contest and had to read my paper in front of the whole 4th and 5th grade in the gym. There may be something else, though, there's just a LOT of instances where I've been an anxious mess. What was the greatest television show of all time? Meerkat Manor, man. I canNOT wait for it to resume, I believe this summer. What one thing would you be most disappointed if you never got to experience it? Maybe petting a meerkat, particularly a descendant of a Meerkat Manor character, Flower Whiskers in specific. I would cry, and that is a promise. I am just... so thankful for those little creatures. Because of them, I've met so many irreplacable friends and developed a hobby that was a way to dump my creativity into since I was what, 10 years old? What celebrity would you trade lives with? BITCH let me be Amy Nelson (Mark's gf) for OBVIOUS REASONS. Haha on a serious note though she is an INCREDIBLE person that I'm so glad Mark found. :'''') What story do your friends still give you crap about? Nothing, really. What is your weirdest dealbreaker? I'unno... define a "weird" dealbreaker. I find mine to be pretty reasonable. What’s the first thing you’d do if you were the opposite sex for one day? Well, look at myself in a mirror? See how I look. What is the weirdest quirk your family has? We have this thing where we say "I love you mostest period" at random to imply we love the other person more than they could love us, indisputably. How old is the last person you kissed on the cheek or lips? On the cheek, it was either my niece or nephew, who are 4 and 6. The person I last kissed on the lips is 22. Do you own a pair of skinny jeans? Not anymore, no. I don't wear jeans. Do you think you could live with your best friend? I would fuckin LOVE to. Do you have someone who you can be your complete self around? I'm most comfortable with myself around Sara. What were you doing when you found out Michael Jackson was dead? I was swimming in the pool while Dad was grilling lunch. The last person you kissed, was it a drunken or sober? Sober. Have you ever introduced yourself with a name other than your own? Online, I've introduced myself with my account name, but generally, I say I'm Brittany. Are any of your siblings married? I don't know about the half-sister I don't know, but two are married, and one is engaged. Do you use an umbrella when it rains? Not usually, no. When was the last time you had a lot of fun? A lot of fun? That's one damn good question. Probably not since I last hung out with Sara. The last time you cried, who was there to comfort you? I was alone. What was your most recent reason for smiling / laughing? I chuckled at something in a John Wolfe video. Are you attracted to the last person you talked to? Um, that would be my mother. So no. Do you like your middle name, or does it embarrass you? It's pretty, but I hate having it. It's one of the most common white chick middle names ever. Are your toenails painted? No; I don't paint my nails. When was the last time you couldn't stop laughing? Why? Probably a funny YT video, I dunno. Any ways in which you're very different from the person you love/like? We have some differing political views. Why did you first kiss the last person you kissed? The timing felt right and I love(d) her. Has anyone seen you kiss the last person you kissed? Yeah. Who was the last person’s voice you heard? Besides via YouTube, my mom's. Who do you get along with best in your family? Mom. Have you ever been kissed in a car? Yeah. Is there anyone in your life that knows right away something’s wrong with you? Oh, absolutely my mother. Has your phone ever gone off in the middle of a class at school? Oh god no, I'd die. The last time you washed your hair, did you use conditioner? I never do. It adds oil to your hair, and mine is naturally oily enough. Do you prefer light or dark jeans? DARK. Do you have an item of clothing that reminds you of someone? Tell me about it, and the person it reminds you of. I have a good handful of those. When you listen to music, do you generally sing along, or just listen? I just listen, usually. Do you have any of your exes as friends on Facebook? Yeah. Does more than one person like you? *shrug* You log into Facebook and see the red ‘1’ notification next to the message icon. Who do you want it to be? I fucking hate that my answer is "Jason." If your hair is long, would you ever think about having it cut short? Or, if it’s short, would you like to grow it long? As far as I'm concerned, my hair will never be long again. I love it so much more short. What if you were told that your life has to stay exactly as it is right now, and nothing will ever change? How would you feel about that? I'd... honestly probably kill myself. I don't know that with certainty, but yeah. I'd be pretty damn devastated. What’s the most expensive thing you own? Probably my snake. Name something you really can’t wait for? MAY!!!!!!! GIMME MY TATTOOOOOOOO!!!!! What do you want in your future? E.g marraige, kids… A great career, a healthy and permanent relationship, lots of pets, adventure, life satisfaction... Got any major celeb crushes? m a r k e d w a r d f i s c h b a c h Do you have any glow-in-the-dark items in your room? If so what? No. Have you ever stalked anybody? Yeesh, no. If you could be on any TV show, which would it be and why? I'll just hypothetically say I WANTED to be on television for this, because irl, I don't. Ummm. I guess That '70s Show, because I love the '70s, and it'd be so cool to have a big group of friends like that. What is your favorite brand of hairspray? I don't use hairspray. What is the last thing you tripped over? Our doorstep, lmao. Do you were glasses or contacts? If so what color are your frames/contacts? I wear black-rimmed glasses. Do you like stickers? If so what kinds do you like? Yeah. I used to collect them as a kid and put them all over my dresser. Do you like coloring? Yes. What is in your backyard? Some bushes and a shed. Maybe a tree. I've been out there like, once. Do you own a globe? No. What is your favorite wild cat? Snow leopards are the prettiest, imo. As animals in general, I find lions the most interesting. How many continents have you been to, and which ones? I've never left North America. How many continents has your best friend been to, and which ones? She hasn't, either. How many continents has your dad been to, and which ones? Same as above. Have you ever been so terrified that you felt paralyzed? Yep. What’s a place you have a strong emotional connection to? The community college I first went to. Particularly where Jason and I took his senior prom pictures. Who was the last relative you visited? Grammy, before she passed away. My uncle was with her, too. Do you ever wonder what kind of person you’d have turned out to be if a certain event never happened to you? Oh, certainly. I wonder all the time what would have happened if Jason didn't leave. I could still be horribly depressed, or dead, considering ultimately, the event led to me finding the help I so desperately needed. Or maybe I'd be perfectly happy with kids and know how to be an actual adult. I was only a teenager, and yet with him, I never felt more mature and just... capable. When you’re home alone, do you still shower with the bathroom door closed? Yes. Have you ever bought something really expensive and ended up returning it? I don't believe so. If you could have anyone’s singing voice, whose would you choose? Amy Lee is the brazenly obvious answer. What are your top 3 favorite genres of music? Metal, rock, indie. Same general category, I know, but it's almost all I listen to. Is there anything you’d like to say to your last ex? We're best friends, and I talk to her regularly, so I can tell her anything. Where did you buy your dishes from? No clue. We've had the same plates and bowls I think my entire life. Do you think Mars will be colonized in your lifetime? No. Have you ever been on a ship? Boats, yeah. I think ships are just the really big ones, right? Sails and all? Do you ever take intentional breaks from checking/posting on social media? No. Who was Van Halen’s better singer - David Lee Roth, or Sammy Hagar? David Lee Roth. He's an arrogant bastard, but boy can he sing. Which fictional character has the most memorable quotes? I don't know. Maybe the Joker. Do you watch The Office? Gossip Girl? Grey’s Anatomy? None of 'em. Name someone you know with a birthday in December: Sara! What color was the last vehicle you were in? White. What is your dad’s name? Kenneth, but he's just called "Ken." When was the last time you slept in a bed with someone else? Not since I last visited Sara. Do you have any indoor pets? Both my pets are indoors. How do you feel about teenagers claiming to be in love? It's entirely possible. I was; nobody could EVER convince me I wasn't. Are you dating anyone? If so, for how long? No. Do you know anyone with Down's Syndrome? I think so? What animal that is endangered is your favorite? Oh yikes, I don't know. I don't really know every endangered animal, y'know, and I love all animals SO much. Maybe elephants or tigers. How do you believe the Earth and life on it was created? I feel like there was SOME sort of ultimate intelligence that created the universe, but I don't know anything about it/him/her/whatever. Then I believe in evolution. Basically, some sort of conscious creation, and then let life do its thing. What’s your religion? I don't have one. You could say theism, but is that even a proper religion? Do you like your teeth? No. During my worst depression, I was very bad at taking care of them, and now they have a yellowish tint. Have you considered getting contacts that change your eyecolor? What color? Oh yes, I've wanted to have more sapphire blue eyes. Do you wish you lived somewhere else? Yes. Living in the suburbs just isn't my jam, but it works for right now. What’s the craziest color you’ve seen on a house? I think I've seen a pink house before? Don’t you hate the texture of lotion on your skin? Yes. What’s the prettiest cat you have seen? There's this brown British Longhair with beautiful green eyes that I adore on social media. Name's Smoothie. What is your favorite doughnut? Chocolate frosted or glazed. Do you have a hot tub? If so, where is it located? No. What is your favorite party game? Man, I don't even know popular party games, haha. Do you or your parents rake your yard? Neither of us do. No matter where we've lived, ever since Dad left, no one rakes. Do you buy drugstore make-up or high-end make-up? We always buy drugstore makeup. What’s the last good love story you read? I don't think I've read a love story since The Notebook. Do you own a lava lamp or disco ball? No, but I wish I had a lava lamp. When was the last time you went to the roller rink? It's been many years. Do you own a kaleidoscope? No. I did as a kid, though. Have you ever made an inspiration board for your room? No, but I absolutely plan to once I get a big enough board to hang on the wall, and my "office" is cleaned out. I want that room to be full of motivation. Who is the best-looking male celebrity? Take a wild guess. Where would you like to travel to next? Yellowstone. I want to spread Teddy's ashes there in an area with wolves to rest in his roots. Less importantly, I want to take looooooaaaaaaaddddddsssss of photographs. Where are three places you go to relax? Just my room, really. If you became famous, would you change your name to something exotic? No. What color is your favorite pair of shorts? I don't wear shorts, ever. List five items on your current wardrobe wish list. I've wanted a black, studded leather jacket since I was in high school. I also really want big, spiked leather boots, too. Then there's tons of band tees I want. Who makes great song covers on YouTube? JONATHAN YOUNG!!!!!!! GO!!!!!!!!! LISTEN TO HIM!!!!!!!!!!! Who is one of the best songwriters? Otep Shamaya. Painting or drawing? I strongly prefer drawing. Painting that shows brushstrokes or painting that looks like a photograph? The latter. The former can be quite stylistic, though. First thing you wash in the shower? My hair, but if you mean my actual body, my chest. Brown or white egg? I don't even know the flavor difference. Favorite time of year? October-December. Do you own a gun? I legally can't due to a suicidal history. Have you ever been in a castle? Excluding the Disney World castle, no. Are you a clingy person when it comes to relationships? I honestly am. Have you ever been bitten so hard that there teeth marks were there after? I mean, I've had hickeys before. Would you ever date a disabled person? (Be honest) Yes. If you found a baby randomly by itself what would you do? Call the cops and stay with it until they arrived. What is the most personal question you have ever been asked? I'd rather not repeat it. When was the last time you wished time would move faster? Literally every waking moment of my life. It's so sad, thinking about it. I'm just rushing my life away. Are there any owls in your room (as decor, of course)? No. If you’re not straight, who was the first person you came out to? Sara. Do you enjoy hearing birds chirp? I do. Have you ever hiked a mountain? No. Where did you meet your first crush? School. Who is your favorite little girl? My sweetheart niece. What is your favorite song by the last band you listened to? Oh boy, don't make me pick. Does your best friend have kids? No; she doesn't want any, either. Where did you go the last time you drove for longer than an hour? The beach, I think. If you were pregnant, would you want a boy or a girl? Hypothetically, a girl. How often do you get fountain drinks from a gas station? Rarely, but every now and again. Who is your favorite character in your favorite movie? Mufasa. What junk food can you never pass up? Donuts came to mind first. But I think that's because I'm craving donuts, haha. Have you ever had a UTI? Yeah, multiple. I don't drink nearly enough water. I've had one so bad my kidneys hurt like a bitch. What's the last color you dyed your hair? Red.

#survey #surveys #questions

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criminalmindsdrabbles · 4 years

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TITLE: Lover of Mine [10:58 pm, 11/08/20]

AUTHOR: criminalmindsdrabbles

RATING: T-T+

RELATIONSHIPS: Spencer Reid x Reader

PROMPT/SUMMARY: @candice-wayland requested in 2018, (Jesus I’m so sorry for logging out bc that’s why it’s taking two years as I forgot my password!): can you do one where the reader is traumatised and she refuses to cry, even though she needs to, and Spencer helps her??

WORD COUNT: N/A (I’m on notes so I can’t tell, I’m so sorry!)

TRIGGER WARNING: talks about a gun to someone’s head and deep cuts? If there’s anything else let me know!

AUTHOR’S NOTE: so I’m pretty sure my last one was in like?? 2017?? Holy shit but um. Yeah. Here you go? Another Spencer Reid one because who can say no to Spencer Reid?

MULTI-CHAPTERS: it can be, if people want it!

She’d been fine on the flight back. Normal, even. She’d laughed and joked with JJ, and teased Matt and Luke relentlessly like she did her own brothers. She had sat with Dave and done her paperwork so she didn’t have to do it at two in the morning (something she was prone to doing.) She had been fine.

And then she’d got back to her flat, saying goodnight to luke who was a couple of doors down, and shut the door.

And then there was silence.

And that... was more difficult to deal with. But still. She’d put her go bag outfits in the wash, watched a tv programme without watching it whilst it dried, ironed it and folded it back up for the inevitable call.

And once she was in bed, restless from the start, she remembered.

“Any last words, Agent Y/L/N?,” the unsub taunted you. Jacob Mikaelson. A 21 year old who had snapped when a girl had rejected him after years of pent up feelings. You had a half mind to tell him to go suck your dick because it’d be bigger but had a feeling, considering the gun pointed in the middle of your forehead, that that’d be an unwise choice.

“Just one thing,” you were proud of yourself, and the ability to keep your voice calm and devoid of the panic you felt rising in you. He gave you a lecherous smirk and you swallowed down the bile. Not the time.

“She won’t love you.” He flinched, minutely, but still flinched nevertheless. And then cocked the gun. Well, fuck, you lamented in your head, forcing yourself to roll your eyes as if you were bored and not terrified.

“No matter how many people you kill, Jacob, she will never love you. She never has and she never will. Not now that you’ve gone down this route,” he looked like she was hitting him and she supposed she was with the words.

It had always been something she had been good at.

“She’s already engaged Jacob. And she’s pregnant,” this, you considered, was not entirely true. She was pregnant but only you and Spencer had figured that out. “She will never love you. All you’ll be to her is a monster.” He pushed the gun to your head and you kept your eyes on him, wanting to stare him down as he took your life if nothing else, and forced a smile onto your face. “Last words spoken,” you taunted, and just as he got ready to shoot you, to end your life, your team came bursting in, someone having kicked the door down.

It was safe to say you hadn’t had any sleep. You had tried. But every time you closed your eyes, your mind replayed the sound of the gun against your temple and you were wide awake. You put your hair in a low bun, foregoing makeup, knowing that the team would probably see through it anyway, and put a pair of black jeans on and a pale blue jumper that was oversized. Walking in, Luke raised and eyebrow at your state of attire, knowing that it was unlike you. You gave him a smile, as if nothing was wrong, and he gave you an easy smile in return. “Late night,” he teased you and you felt a smile tug at your lips, and laughed softly, shaking your head, walking with him to where your group was, in a rare moment, chilling at one of the tables. You sat down, kicking your legs up and leant back, relaxing a bit. It was sad, but true, that you never felt more at home than when you were in work.

“Nah. My boyfriend broke up with me a couple of months ago,” you said, shrugging, ignoring the stinging in your chest at the reminder, “didn’t like that I had a job that wasn’t nine to five,” you added, rolling your eyes and smirking, the girls chuckling, whilst the men looked shocked.

“We thought you were together still,” Spencer exclaimed and you nodded, not surprised in the least, seeing as that was what you wanted. You said as much.

“I wanted that, honestly. It was no big issue compared to that case we had going on and I had foreseen it coming for a while. We didn’t want the same things anymore, and I wasn’t willing to leave the job I love for a guy who I knew wasn’t going to stay faithful,” Spencer’s face flickered with something indescribable before he nodded.

“Well, if you ever want anyone to be set up with, I know a couple of guys who are good,” you gave Matt a smile, thankful for the gesture.

“Thank you, although at the moment, I’m more than content to just feed the stray cat that keeps coming to my flat,” Matt and Luke laughed.

“I though she was actually yours,” Luke exclaimed and you laughed, shaking your head,

“No, god no,” you laughed, “my sister would have a fit, seeing as she hates cats,” seeing the questioning look, you laughed, grateful no one had mentioned your state,

“I have four brothers and one sister. The brothers are all older,” your lips twitched, remembering the threats that had slipped from their mouths when they found out about your breakup, and a look of understanding crossed Matt’s face. Right, he had kids. They’d probably have similar relationships with each other. “So my brothers are complete twats,” you said, laughing, and Matt chuckled, Dave, who was the only one who had met them, joining in, “and when we were little, my sister was obsessed with wanting a cat. Like,” you leaned forward, not noticing Spencer staring at you, completely enraptured, “she put up a petition on the fridge and basically blackmailed my brothers and I into signing it,” you laughed, remembering your tall, teenage, football playing brothers being cowed into signing a sheet of paper by an eight year old.

“And so, as retaliation, they got the stray cat, fuck knows how, into our garden and basically presented him to her as a ‘gift’,” you put quotation marks around the last word and by now they were all listening, “anyway, she went to pet him and pick him up but he’s a stray and really fucking defensive so she got scratched on the arms,” here you grimaced, not having quite forgotten that scream, and seeing the blood, and the pure pain on her face.

“Anyway, she had to get a shit ton of stitches and ever since she’s kept a very wide berth of cats. She has a literal phobia of them, something we use as guilt trip ammunition when we need something,” you admitted and they laughed.

“So yeah. The cat isn’t mine, but I do love going out and sitting on the balcony and having a cup of coffee,” Garcia laughed quietly at the coffee and muttered something about ‘glorified sugar’, earning a middle finger in return, “with the cat laid on me. And I alway leave some food out for it too,” you added. They all looked amused and you raised an eyebrow.

“It’s totes yours,” Garcia said gleefully, and you shook your head, ready to deny it some more when Spencer laughed and you turned, your breath hitching slightly, and cursing yourself for the stupid crush you had on your co worker. You could see JJ smirk at your reaction and discreetly flipped her off.

“Cats typically don’t bond with just anyone, especially stray cats, and so when they do, it’s typically someone they consider ‘theirs’,” you felt your eyes go wide slightly and the team laughed.

“I was just feeding it!” You defended yourself, and he nodded, not phased,

“It probably began to trust you as a result and then saw you as theirs.” You groaned and the team laughed once more.

“Great,” you grumbled, “now I need to shop for cat supplies,” you weren’t actually put out as you knew your sister would come round eventually and you liked the cat, but still. It felt nice to be able to joke with the team.

On the way back, you laid your head on the plane window and sighed. The past few days had been tiring as it was, but paired with no sleep you were exhausted and you knew it was beginning to show. Someone slid into the seat opposite you and you looked up to see Spencer. You gave him a tired smile, something he returned and he looked out the window with you.

“You okay?” You looked at him and wondered if you could say yes, but realised that it was Spencer and that he, more than anyone, would see right through you, so you settled for a shrug,

“Just tired. The case was pretty heavy,” you admitted, hating that you felt like that, but he nodded.

“We saved her,” he pointed it out, gentle and soothing, something you knew was true. But still.

“Did we?” You murmured, “she’s gonna remember that growing up. She’s going to remember being tied down for some sick assholes pleasure and not being able to do anything about it. She was a kid,” your voice hitched slightly, and you saw Matt look over briefly before going back to talking to his wife.

“I know.” You looked at him then, and truly noticed for the first time the bags under his eyes and the way his hair was unkempt and fuck if it didn’t make your stomach flutter. “But she’s got her mum and dad and her brothers,” the last part, you realised was not meant for the kid, but for you and you nodded.

You did have your brothers. But you couldn’t talk to them about this. They hadn’t wanted you to join in the first place and had only just started coming round to your way of thinking, but you nodded nevertheless.

Walking in the next day, Spencer met you at the door and inclined his head in a way you knew meant that he wanted to talk. You wordlessly went with him, the two of you automatically going to the office Emily had got for you when the office got too much for your senses.

Once you were in you locked the door and went to get a drink for the both of you, not bothering to speak first, knowing he’d probably already known what he wanted to say.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Your gaze snapped to his and he remained calm, and continued, “whatever it is that’s making it so you aren’t sleeping?” You felt your throat close up, suddenly dry and forced the lump that had appeared there down.

“It’s nothing,” you murmured, knowing it was silly. But still, he gave you one of his earnest looks and you felt your lips move on their own accord. Stupid crush, “I’ve just been having nightmares for a couple of nights from our previous case,” he looked like he was correct (something you didn’t doubt) and nodded.

“The one which ended with the gun to your head right?” You tried to speak but found your throat had closed up and nodded. He sighed. “It isn’t your fault and you had no way of knowing he’d do that,” you found yourself shaking your head.

“I should have seen the signs, I should have been able to talk him down, I should have,” your voice broke and you found, to your growing horror, that you were crying. His eyes filled with understanding and he nodded, and wordlessly opened his arms. Normally you wouldn’t have entertained the idea but you didn’t hesitate to rush into them, sinking into the embrace and breaking dow, feeling as if you were letting out a tidal wave of emotions that had been being bottled up.

After what felt like an endless amount of time, you got your bearing and realised you were curled on Spencer, your head on his shoulder, and that at some point you’d been put on the sofa. Oh god, you thought, horrified, he’d just seen you when you were weak.

“You weren’t weak.” You didn’t dare lift your head up even at his words because of course he’d say that, “in fact, it’s stronger of you to show your emotions like that than not showing them,” his voice held certainty. You pulled away slightly and winced.

“I ruined your suit,” you mumbled, and he chuckled,

“I think, in the grand scheme of things, that you making my suit damp is the least of my worries,” he teased you and you laughed without meaning to, and felt him relax at the sound.

“Thank you,” you murmured and he nodded, his hair tickling you and you felt your lips twitch at the sensation,

“Well, in that case, is now a good time to tell you I reciprocate your feelings then?”

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theyearoftheking · 4 years

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Book Fifty-Eight: Lisey’s Story

“Memories screwed up perspective, and the most vivid ones could annihilate time completely while they held sway.”

I’m going to be honest. I’ve really hit a slump here, and am finding it hard to retain my enthusiasm for this project. I will continue on, because I want to end 2020 being able to tell people I read every word Stephen King has ever written; but right now the struggle is real.

Lisey’s Story intensified the struggle. I thought it was long, meandering, and it took too damn long to get to the point. I’m not even sure there was a point. And it includes one of the most graphically creative uses of a can opener I’ve ever heard of. I’m still covering my chest and wincing just thinking about it.

Lisa “Lisey” Landon is still mourning the death of her husband, famous writer, Scott Landon two years after his death. She’s still going through his office, trying to bring herself to donate his manuscripts and assorted sundries when her sister, Amanda, goes into a self-cutting and eventual catatonic state.

Lisey and her other sister Darla don’t know what to do about Amanda. She has a history of harming herself, and her most recent bout of mania was the result of an ex-boyfriend coming back to town with a new wife. Lisey and Darla finally decide to call Greenlawn, the local mental health facility to see if they have a bed for Amanda. Come to find out, prior to his death, Scott had called Greenlawn, and convinced them to keep a spot open for Amanda, just in case. So, Lisey and Darla get Amanda committed, and the entire process dredges up memories for Lisey.

She is drawn back to her memories of Scott, especially some of the ones she can’t explain. She can’t explain why he was so insistent they not have children, or the strange disappearing acts he’d sometimes do, or how he was so quick to heal, or the weird catatonic states he’d go into- so similar to Amanda’s. Scott told her about how his brother went crazy, his dad had to chain him up in the basement (as you do), and after he was eventually killed, Scott transported him to a mythical place called Boo’ya Moon to try and bring him back to life. He was unsuccessful, so he just buried him there instead.

In the midst of all these memories, Lisey starts getting strange phone calls from a man named “Zack McCool,” demanding that Lisey donate Scott’s papers to his alma mater. Lisey is annoyed, and politely tells “Zack” to go fuck himself. He retaliates by leaving a dead cat in her mailbox. And then when Lisey still doesn’t donate the papers, he drugs her, ties her up, and attacks her breast with a can opener. *Shudder*

Once Lisey wakes up, she heads to see Amanda, teleports to Boo’ya Moon, and Amanda is cured. Then, they head back to Lisey’s and wait for John Doolin, aka: “Zack”. Come to find out, Doolin spent time in a mental health care facility with Gerd Allen Cole, a man who shot Scott (Ha! Rhymes!) at a groundbreaking ceremony for a new campus library. So, Doolin picked up Cole’s mantle and ran with it. Well, until he ended up shot, and his corpse was dropped at Boo’ya Moon.

Amanda is cured, the stalker is gone, and Lisey is free to finally get rid of Scott’s belongings. The final chapter of the book concludes with a chapter of his life Scott wrote just for Lisey- all about killing his dad. So romantic, right?

This book was chock full of Steve universe references:

Castle Rock

Derry

“Happy Crappy”

Lisey is from Cleave’s MIlls

Gilead

Dark Score Lake

Chambray work shirts

Norris Ridgewick

Andy Clutterbuck

“Lit out for the territories”

And the most 2020 reference of all, was when Scott was dying and Lisey had to visit him in the isolation ward. “We think he has some exotic pneumonia, possibly even the Bird Flu, but whatever it is, we haven’t been able to identify it...It’s really doing a number on him. As the saying is. Just a mask should be enough, Mrs. Landon, unless you have cuts...”

Ah, the quaint old days of Bird Flu. #nostolgia

In case you couldn’t tell, Lisey’s Story just bored the crap out of me. It was too long, and I just didn’t care by the end of it.

Total Wisconsin Mentions: 38

Total Dark Tower References: 54

Book Grade: D

Rebecca’s Definitive Ranking of Stephen King Books

The Talisman: A+

Wizard and Glass: A+

Needful Things: A+

On Writing: A+

The Green Mile: A+

Hearts in Atlantis: A+

Rose Madder: A+

Misery: A+

Different Seasons: A+

It: A+

Four Past Midnight: A+

The Shining: A-

The Stand: A-

Bag of Bones: A-

Black House: A-

The Wastelands: A-

The Drawing of the Three: A-

The Dark Tower: A-

Dolores Claiborne: A-

Nightmares in the Sky: B+

The Dark Half: B+

Skeleton Crew: B+

The Dead Zone: B+

Nightmares & Dreamscapes: B+

Wolves of the Calla: B+

‘Salem’s Lot: B+

Song of Susannah: B+

Carrie: B+

Creepshow: B+

From a Buick 8: B

The Girl Who Loved Tom Gordon: B

The Colorado Kid: B-

Storm of the Century: B-

Everything’s Eventual: B-

Cycle of the Werewolf: B-

Danse Macabre: B-

The Running Man: C+

Cell: C+

Thinner: C+

Dark Visions: C+

The Eyes of the Dragon: C+

The Long Walk: C+

The Gunslinger: C+

Pet Sematary: C+

Firestarter: C+

Rage: C

Desperation: C-

Insomnia: C-

Cujo: C-

Nightshift: C-

Faithful: D

Gerald’s Game: D

Roadwork: D

Lisey’s Story: D

Christine: D

Dreamcatcher: D

The Regulators: D

The Tommyknockers: D

Next up is Duma Key, which I’ve heard great things about. And the first ten pages are already more promising than Lisey’s Story. So there’s that.

Until next time, Long Days & Pleasant Nights,

Rebecca

#lisey's story #stephen king #the dark tower #constant readers #castle rock #derry

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avantegarda · 4 years

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Wonderful 1000: The Merry Misadventures of Chopin the Pig

@cherepashkadrabbles requested a tale featuring an assortment of Kiraly-von Holstadt family pets and somehow this happened. Enjoy!

It was all Anna’s fault, really.

Not Anna Király the elder—that esteemed matriarch had gone to her reward over a decade prior, though Andras insisted that her spirit still kept a watchful eye over the family, particularly around Christmas. The perpetrator this time was Anna Király the younger, aged three, the apple of her mother’s eye: a plump, auburn-haired little elf with strong opinions on absolutely everything.

The opinions, this time, were regarding the family dachshund.

“Wolfgang is sad,” Anna insisted, with a fervent tug at her mother’s skirts. “Sad sad sad.”

Marta reluctantly put down the letter she was reading—a rare missive from her friend Sophie in New York—and regarded her daughter with surprise. “What on earth do you mean, Anna darling? Wolfgang is the happiest dog in Vienna. He has lots of food and a warm bed and you and Sofia and Zoltan to play with him. He has no reason at all to be sad.”

Anna shook her head firmly. “No, he sad. Lonely. He need ‘nother dog. Or kitty.”

“He’s lo…” Marta paused, her stomach twisting in sudden worry. How exactly did Anna, still practically a baby, know that word? Was Anna lonely? It couldn’t be terribly easy to be the youngest in their family, that much was true. Sofia and Zoltan, while affectionate and kind older siblings, had a tendency to disappear into their own artistic pursuits, just as their father did; Sofia with her singing lessons and Zoltan with his drawing. Leaving little Anna...well, out.

Perhaps it wasn’t Wolfgang who needed another animal around the house.

“I’ll tell you what, darling,” Marta said slowly. “Your uncle Heini spends most of his time out in the country and he knows all sorts of animals. Perhaps he’ll have a kitten or a puppy who needs a new home.”

Andras might have some objections to another pet being brought in without warning...but at the smile on Anna’s round face Marta really couldn’t bring herself to care.

Heini’s reply was swift and enthusiastic.

Dear Marta,

I was wondering when you were going to ask me this very question. Three children and only one old dog around the place to keep them company? It’s obscene.

I have just the beast for you, too. You’re expecting a barn cat or some such, I’m sure, but I have a slightly more unusual suggestion. I’ve convinced Father to let me acquire a new kind of miniature pig from the East (I won’t bore you with all the agricultural details), and one of the sows has just produced an excellent litter of piglets. Would Anna like one? As babies they’re the size of a cat, practically, and they don’t grow to be more than two feet tall. Once he gets older he might have to spend most of his time in the back garden, but I can guarantee the children will love him.

Your affectionate brother,

Heini

“A pig?” Andras said incredulously that night, as he and Marta got into bed. “In the house? I always knew your brother was just as mad as you are but this seems like a bit much.”

“But it’ll be wonderful for the children, darling,” Marta replied. “Think what an educational experience it will be for them to have a new kind of animal to learn to take care of!”

“They’ve already got more animals than I ever had as a child. I had to make do with Erszi the pigeon, while our youngsters have Wolfgang and Nyafi and all the animals at Burg Holstadt…”

“Nyafi is a wonderful cat,” said Marta, “but she spends all her time in Pest and so the children only get to see her about half the year. And Andras, I think that…” She paused, collecting her thoughts. “I think Anna needs this. Yes, she’s still very young, but she needs something that’s hers. Why not a pig?”

Andras sighed, though it was obvious that his resistance was softening. “I still say pigs belong in the barn, not in the house. Is this one of those things that’s so lower-class it’s gone full circle and somehow become fashionable?”

“Undoubtedly.” Marta snuggled closer and planted a kiss on her husband’s cheek. “And we’ll be the most fashionable family on the Wipplingerstrasse.”

“Hmm,” said Andras wryly. “If it’s a matter of fashion, I suppose I can’t possibly refuse. Now come over here and give me a proper kiss.”

Marta grinned triumphantly as her husband pulled her into his arms. If anyone ever asked why she’d given up a title and a fortune to marry a musician—as they still occasionally did—it was moments like this that she pointed to. Every single time.

The newest member of the family arrived two weeks later, carried in a basket and delivered by a beaming Heini. It was certainly a fetching creature; small and bristly and ivory-colored with dark splotches and shining eyes. And the children, of course, were utterly enchanted by it.

“What should we call him?” six-year-old Zoltan demanded. “Should it be a Hungarian name?”

Sofia rolled her eyes. “No, silly, Nyafi the cat already has a Hungarian name. The pig needs an Austrian one.”

“But Wolfgang already has an Austrian name…”

“Well, Wolfgang is named after a composer,” Marta cut in gently. “So perhaps this little fellow should be too. Andras, what music does he make you think of when you see him?”

“He has rather melancholy eyes, doesn’t he,” said Andras. He scratched his chin thoughtfully and hummed a few bars of something slow and romantic. Both Sofia and Zoltan screwed up their faces, thinking deeply, until finally Sofia clapped her hands in triumph.

“Of course!” she cried. “Chopin! It’s perfect.”

“Well, I certainly like it,” said Marta. “But Anna should have the final say. What do you think, love?”

The entire family looked down at Anna, who was crouched by the basket softly petting the piglet’s bristles. At the sound of her name, the little girl looked up and beamed.

“Chopin,” she said. “My piggie.”

There appeared to be nothing more to say on the subject.

“I am going to make that damn creature into kolbasz,” Andras growled. “I mean it, Marta. This is the last straw.”

Marta’s eyebrows went up. “Final straw? What were the first straws?” She had to admit, the last month having Chopin as a pet had been slightly less peaceful than expected, but she hadn’t been aware of anything too terrible. Besides, the children loved him.

“Well, first of all, Anna insists on letting him sleep in her room, and he knocks everything over and chews on all her toys. And then Zoltan put paint on his hooves for some piece of art he wanted to do—is that what art is coming to in this country?—and Chopin tracked it everywhere. And now,” Andras said with bitter triumph, “he has destroyed my work.”

Marta inhaled sharply. “He hasn’t broken Clara, has he?” Though technically an inanimate object, Andras’ beloved violin had been a part of the Király family since 1861, and if something happened to her…

“No, thank God. If Chopin damaged Clara he’d be at the butcher’s shop this very minute. But what he did do isn’t much better. I have a performance in three weeks, at which I am supposed to be debuting my No. 4 in B Minor which I have been working on all week, but that creature,” said Andras grimly, “has gone and defecated on it.”

The snort of laughter that escaped her lips was one Marta immediately regretted, and at Andras’ scowl she quickly apologized. “But how did he get on top of your sheet music, darling? Was it on the floor?”

“I don’t see how it matters where my papers were,” Andras said primly (which translated to “yes, they were on the floor, due to my excessive absentmindedness”). “We need to get that thing properly trained or he’ll be going right back to the country where he belongs.”

“I’ll take care of it. Now get back to work.” Marta wagged a stern finger in her husband’s direction. “If you give a performance that isn’t a success my parents still may find a way to annul our marriage.”

It was a generally understood rule in the Király household that when Andras was in his study composing, he was only to be disturbed in the event of an emergency. This was less because it would annoy him and more because when he was focused on music, he was temporarily incapable of thinking about anything else.

All of this was to say that, when Sofia cautiously entered the study shortly before dinner on Saturday, it was clearly a matter of some concern.

“Papa?” she asked. And, when her father neglected to look up, a bit louder: “Pa?”

Andras, whose world for the past two hours had consisted entirely of the concerto he was writing, jolted out of his reverie to find his hands nearly black with ink and a worried-looking eight-year-old staring at him. “What’s the matter, Sofia?”

“Have you seen Zoltan?” Sofia blurted out.

“Sofia, your brother will be holed up in his bedroom or out in the garden. Is this really…”

“He’s not, though. I’ve looked everywhere, he’s missing.” Sofia sniffled and wiped at her eyes. “And it’s all my fault. The von Braumark twins came for a visit today and Zoltan wanted to play with us but Lottie said he couldn’t because he’s a boy and Liesel and I went along with it and he was so upset, and after the twins left I went to find him to say sorry and he’s gone.”

Having grown up with three temperamental younger sisters, Andras was quite accustomed to children going missing and then reappearing at the oddest of times. Therefore the news of Zoltan’s evident disappearance was no cause to panic.

Not yet, anyway.

Two hours later, through concentrated search efforts and several hastily dispatched messages, the Királys had been able to establish a list of places where Zoltan was not.

He wasn’t anywhere in the house or back garden.

He was not at his grandparents’ house (as far as anyone could tell, though the von Holstadt mansion had eighty rooms and it took considerable time to search all of them).

He was not at the homes of any of their family friends, nor was he in the nearby park.

And while all of this information was technically useful, it was not making Marta and Andras any less worried.

“I don’t want to call the police, but I think we might have to,” said Andras, pacing back and forth across the sitting room floor as he had been for the last ten minutes. “How else are we supposed to track the wretched boy down?”

Anna, who was crouched on the floor patting Chopin, looked up eagerly. “Chopin can find him.”

“Anna, darling,” Marta sighed. “Chopin is a very nice pig but I don’t think…”

“No, Mama, she’s right. Pigs have a good sense of smell, even better than dogs,” said Sofia. “And they’re very clever too. If we give him something of Zoltan’s to smell, and then we follow him…” She trailed off, looking up at her parents hopefully.

Marta and Andras looked at each other for a long moment, until finally Marta sighed and nodded. “I suppose it’s worth a try.”

The five (four and a half?) of them made a rather odd sight on the rainy Viennese streets: Andras holding both Anna and a bright red umbrella, Marta clutching Sofia’s hand and Chopin’s lead. A proper traveling circus, that’s what they were. Marta would have found the situation more amusing had she not been scared out of her wits.

Chopin, at least, seemed to have understood his instructions. After getting a good whiff of Zoltan’s nightshirt he appeared to recognize the boy’s scent and was now trotting along briskly, pausing occasionally to snuffle at the ground. If he actually found Zoltan, Marta decided, she would feed him the finest scraps to be found anywhere in the city.

Finally, after what seemed like hours but was probably only ten minutes, Chopin halted in his tracks at the imposing gothic facade of St. Maria’s am Gestade. He snuffled at the ground for a moment as though confirming a suspicion, and then grunted with satisfaction.

“Is it sacrilegious to bring a pig into a church?” Marta inquired.

“If we’re looking for a missing child, then I’d say we’ll be forgiven,” Andras replied. “And this door had better be unlocked.”

It was, thank goodness. And when Marta’s eyes had adjusted to the gloom, she detected, in one of the front pews, a small dark-haired figure sitting completely still.

“Zoltan!”

The little boy looked up in surprise as his family all but ambushed him. “Mama? Papa? Chopin? What time is it?”

“Past time for you to be home! I am so glad you’re safe.” Marta pulled her son into a tight hug before pulling back with a frown. “But darling, what on earth are you doing here?”

“I like that painting,” Zoltan replied, pointing up at the glorious gold-hued altarpiece. “It always makes me feel better. So I thought I would come and sit here until I stopped being cross with Sofia.” He looked down at his feet and kicked his legs guiltily. “But it was naughty to run away, wasn’t it.”

“Very naughty,” Marta said, with considerably less sternness than she intended. “You’re lucky that we found you.”

“No, Chopin find him,” Anna insisted from Andras’ arms.

“Chopin was brilliant,” gushed Sofia. “Pa, you like him now, don’t you? You won’t have him made into sausages?”

Andras let out an exaggerated sigh. “I suppose so, but I expect you lot to keep him in line. Train him up. No feral pigs in my house, if you please.”

As the children launched into a debate about what tricks, if any, Chopin could be trained to do, Marta reached down and scratched the piglet gently between the ears. “Thank you,” she whispered. “I knew you were worth the trouble.”

While none of the other members of the family would believe her, Marta insisted that Chopin replied to this with a very cheeky wink.

#it's tooo loonnggg #but here tis #wonderful 1000 #my writing #unshakeable #we stan chopin the mini pig

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meganshinsou-tm · 5 years

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Sugarcoated. (m)

↳ chapter twenty-three: sugar

❧ genre: pro-hero hitoshi, adoptive siblings, happy ending

❧ chapter warnings: none

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The sound of quiet rustling around the bedroom went unheard to your ears as Hitoshi pulled on his jeans and pulled a shirt from his clothes stand. Every now and then his purple eyes would glance over to your still sleeping body, burrowed beneath the thick blankets and surrounded by the faux version of himself that he made out of pillows.

The hero would quietly chuckle when soft little sighs or sleep laced words would escape from you. Once Hitoshi was fully dressed, he grabbed a thick jacket from the same clothing rack and wrapped it over his arm before slowly walking over to the edge of the bed. He crouched down and reached out a hand, running it softly through your hair and causing you to stir in the slightest, eyes barely opening and a whine filling his ears.

“Tosh - soft,” you mumbled while snuggling closer to the pillows, believing they were him.

Hitoshi grinned and lightly brushed your warm cheek with his thumb as he stood to his feet and leaned over just enough to kiss your forehead and quietly speak back as his lips nuzzled against your face.

“Yeah baby, soft. Shh -” he cooed and continued to touch and soothe you until he knew you were 100% out again.

Before leaving the bedroom, Hitoshi grabbed a folded piece of paper from the sketchbook that laid in its usual spot on the plush bench at the end of the bed. He went to place it on the pillow next to your head but stopped and thought. This man knew your sleep style and patterns, he could bet that in just a few hours the pillow Hitoshi would be scattered everywhere and you’d be on the search for his body while still half asleep, only leaving you to end up in one place.

Quieting a chuckle, Hitoshi walked over to his side of the bed and crouched again to place the paper on the floor and gave you one last look as he walked to the door. He turned while shutting the door behind him and blowing a kiss in your direction before closing it and going about his busy day.

A few hours later into the day, Hitoshi was leaving a building, a manilla packet tucked under his arm and his hands pulling up the collar of his jacket as he briskly jogged to a nearby train station. Once on the train he found a seat and got comfortable, pulling his phone out of his jacket pocket and biting his lip with raised brows as he saw that he had multiple missed calls and texts all from you.

With a grin Hitoshi cleared the calls and opened all the texts, they started out all in caps with a great use of red-faced emoji’s and exclamation points. As he scrolled further down, your rage seemed to die down. The brainwasher was expecting this response once you realized that he wasn’t home anymore, today of all days.

Rubbing the side of his neck and taking a deep breath, his fingers started to move on the screen as he typed the most believable response that he could.

➥ You: I just got a small break. I know you must hate my guts right now and you’re absolutely right to. The agency needed me baby, I don’t have much time to explain - I’m in the middle of a mission. I promise I’ll make it up to you tonight, think of where you want to eat, be greedy it’s all my treat and let me know and I’ll meet you there at 7pm - I promise. I love you sweetness, I know you’re probably lonely at the house now without Eri there, how about you look up dogs and I’ll get you one or a cat, whatever you want. I have to go now, I’ll see you tonight.

Hitoshi hit send and it didn’t even take a second for the word ‘read’ to pop-up, along with three dots indicating you were already typing back.

“Oh she’s pissed,” Hitoshi chuckled to himself and waited only a minute longer before a reply was displayed on the screen that made him laugh out loud.

➥ Halfing: Hitoshi Shinsou, do you think you can replace your sister and make this up to me by bribing me with a fucking pet?! You know what, okay! I’m going to search for the most expensive cat there is and I’m not going to bat a single eye at how much money you’re going to shell out for it! I want sushi, lots of it, so meet me at that one place downtown, that super expensive place, I’m gonna suck you dry tonight and I don’t mean sexually! ……….. Be careful out there…….. I love you!

As he put the phone back into his pocket. Hitoshi looked out the train window and smiled while watching the snow.

He thought back to the first train ride with you, going to get apples to make for the little girl you were so nervous to meet and now you couldn’t live without her. Hitoshi remembered how god damn flustered you had made him about playing dress-up with the cat ears you had to wear for work, he also smirked thinking back to how he was able to really have that and had the pictures to prove it.

The thought alone of the little black book that held those photo’s had him shifting in his seat and taking a deep breath. Hitoshi rubbed his palms together as they started to sweat and his heart raced for the millionth time that day. In all the weeks he spent planning, he never got this way - nervous. Today though he was nothing but nerves, it was the day - the day he was going to ask that big question.

The entire train ride Hitoshi went over everything that was planned for that night, “Eri is gone, they should be at the building and setting up, got the papers finalized, now all that’s left is the ring,” he thought to himself.

Not much longer and the train was at its end-point, Hitoshi wiped his palms on his thighs before standing and taking another deep breath and exited. He walked only a few blocks before a familiar set of dark hair came into view, the woman he looked at turned and looked at him, smiling and giving a wave as she walked his way.

“Shinsou there you are,” Amano chimed and gave Hitoshi a friendly hug before squeezing his shoulder, “You ready to do this?”

Hitoshi rubbed the side of his neck and nodded, nervously chuckling. “I’m more than ready just a little nervous now that it’s finally here I guess.”

Amano smiled and gave Hitoshi a reassuring pat on the back as they made their way to one of the streets many shops. “Nerves are normal my friend but you got this, this is the last thing on the list yeah?”

“It is - thank you again for helping me out with this. Without you, Eri and Shouta, I’m sure I would’ve fucked this up a long time ago.”

The woman chuckled while they entered the jewelry shop, “It’s no problem Shinsou. I’ve been in your shoes before with my own wife and had to recruit my own helpers. When you love someone as much as you love (Y/N), you want everything to be perfect and precise but believe me, that girl adores you and even if you were to propose to her at home on the couch I’m sure she’d still think it was the best proposal ever. You’re really putting everyone else to shame with how big you’re going out.”

Hitoshi smirked and shrugged, his purple eyes looking around at all the glimmering pieces of jewelry that filled the glass cases. “When she finds out what I did she’s going to rip my head off but she’ll get over it, plus I’ll have Eri there to protect me!”

The two laughed and continued talking about Hitoshi’s elaborate proposal he had planned. Even he was shocked that he came up with it, since he wasn’t ever truly the smartest when it came to relationships and romance. You were so easy to please though, he could give you food and you’d be grateful for weeks. The smallest and most simple of things could bring a smile to your face and he adored that about you.

Hitoshi knew he didn’t need to do as much as he was but over the last three months you had given him so much happiness, support, love, and so much of yourself. He wanted to repay you in every way possible especially for all the hell he had put you through since conjuring up and going through with this plan.

“So, what kind of cut and setting do you think she’d like?” Amano asked as they browsed.

Hitoshi blinked and chewed his lip, “Uh - I’m not sure. She doesn’t really wear jewelry, she only wears this one little yarn bracelet that Eri made her.”

“Hmm, okay. Hitoshi I want you to do something for me and hopefully it will help us out here. Tell me what comes to your head when you think of (Y/N), what does she remind you of, how would you describe the way she loves you and all that jazz, be as cheesy and cliche as you want.”

Standing there, Hitoshi didn’t have to think for too long. There was a small smile growing on his face and he sighed while rubbing his neck.

“Sugar - she reminds me of sugar, of sweets, god she even smells like them too. I’ve thought that since the first day I met her. Its like I was some kid who was never allowed sweet things and she was this treat that was sitting on the counter and just tempting me, drawing me in more with how beautiful it looked and how amazing it smelt. Just the smallest hint of it or tiniest little taste of it makes your skull tingle. When we had our first kiss it’s like I had this huge sugar rush, my entire body was tingling and buzzing, she tasted sweeter than I could ever imagine.”

Hitoshi was full of smalls, a pink tint dusting his cheeks and almost literal stars in his eyes as he continued.

“She loves just the same, sweetly and it’s addicting. The thing I noticed about baking since I’ve been with her, is that you can make something mesmerizing out of the simplest of ingredients or even from broken or fucked up end products, like the cookies crumbling when you pick them up or the cake tasting more bitter than it should. When those things happens she has a way of adding extra things to them to make them taste amazing or she creates something else with those. (Y/N) has been through so fucking much and yet its like she can take those crumbs and bitter tastes and makes them, herself, stronger and sweeter. She’s bright, lively, and so fucking cute but also passionate, endearing and stubborn? I can’t truly describe her, she’s all these fucking ingredients, sweet, sour, dark and light - all mixed into one.”

The hero paused and his eyes roamed the contents of the glass cases holding the engagement rings until one caught his eye and he pointed at it.

“That - that’s her!”

Amano turned to look at the ring he pointed at and raised a brow before smiling and nodding.

“You know, I think you’re right, that’s the sugar you’re looking for.”

“7pm my ass,” you huffed and pouted, arms crossing as you shivered while waiting outside.

There was a light snow falling, covering your black coat in random icy flakes. Even though it was nearly freezing outside you were burning up, livid, angry!

Your boyfriend had already missed seeing off his sister and leaving you to do it alone, but then again he couldn’t entirely help it, when hero work calls he has to go. But he promised, 7pm, promised he’d be here and yet he was nowhere in sight and not answering your texts. Why could he possibly be doing?

Before you could sit there and stew even more over the situation, your phone started to ring. You removed it from your coat pocket with a trembling hand and sighed with relief seeing that it was in fact Hitoshi and quickly answered it.

“Hitoshi!”

“Hey baby - I know you’re probably pissed -”

“You’re okay right? You haven’t answered me for hours now …” you cut him off with a shaky voice.

There was a short gasp on the other end and you could practically hear Hitoshi nodding and waving his hand around. “Of course sweetness, I’m fine, no need to worry. I’m sorry - it’s been a while since I’ve been out in the field that I forgot how worried you get.”

Your body immediately relaxed as Hitoshi confirmed he was safe.

He was right, working as a teacher for UA had it’s potential dangers but not as much as his actual hero work. Hitoshi always made it a point to give you a status update at least every hour or every other hour when doing hero work, something he failed to do today. You weren’t mad though, it had been a while and you were sure Hitoshi was getting used to the work again.

“Okay good. As long as you’re safe I don’t care how late you are.”

Hitoshi sighed on the other end of the call, “I love you so much my little halfling.”

“I love you more Hitoshi. Now - get over here, I’m cold and I’m starving!”

There was a warm chuckle that came from him and it made you smile and warm up.

“I know I’m sorry baby, listen, how about you meet me somewhere else. There’s actually this new place in the shopping district that I wanted to bring you to, I’m close to it and you are too. It should only be a few short blocks from you.”

Your lips pouted and a foot stomped as you whined into the phone, Hitoshi laughed in response.

“Toshi-ah, what the fuck!”

“Aww, come on baby please! I promise, it’ll be worth it! Do I need to bribe you with another plushie like my little sister?”

Your eyebrow quirk and you hummed, “Hmm, maybe.”

“Oh my god, just get your ass over here now, I know your cute little hands must be cold right?”

You raised a brow and forced your hands to stop trembling, like it would somehow prove your boyfriend wrong. Suddenly though, your hands started to feel colder than ever. Eyes rolling you let out a sigh, breath becoming visible in the air and a smile grew on your face.

“Whatever, but you owe me so much fucking food and immediate hand warming!”

Hitoshi chuckled through the phone, “Of course sweetness, I’ll see you soon then. I love you, so much.”

“I love you so much more Toshi. I’m on my way.”

After getting off the phone, Hitoshi sent you his location and you headed to him immediately. Thankfully it really wasn’t that long of a walk and you soon knew where you were. Just as he said it was in the shopping district, on a street that had plenty of shops on each side with a couple of small in and out food spots. A gust of wind blew and made you shiver, head turning into the collar of your coat and hissing.

Your eyes looked ahead and instantly you felt warm all over at the sight of the tall purple haired man that was waiting. Without even thinking, your pace picked up, boots clicking against the pavement and voice calling out.

“Toshi!”

Hitoshi turned his head, barely having enough time to prepare himself as you leapt into his arms with an excited squeal, making him grunt as he caught you.

His strong and massive hands held your thighs as they wrapped around his waist and you started to pepper his face in kisses. Your own soft and cold hands touched his cheeks and ran through his messy hair, down his jawline and to lightly scratch at the scruff growing on his chin. Hitoshi smiled and chuckled, letting his lips brush across the skin of your equally cold cheeks and mouth before capturing it in a lingering kiss that had his heart doing flips. When the kiss broke you both sighed, nothing but smiles as you hugged each other.

“I take it you’re not mad at me then?”

Your head rested on Hitoshi’s shoulders as he held you, one arm now cradling under your rear and the other wrapped around and rubbing your back as his cheek pressed to the side of your head.

“Of course not Toshi. All that matters is you’re safe and here now but can we please get food! I’m so hungry I’m gonna die!”

“You’re so fucking dramatic you know that?” He replied with a laugh and playfully squeezed your ass making you squirm in his hold until he placed you back on your feet. “Yes we can go get food - after I show you something first!”

Your lips pouted profusely, brows furrowing and Hitoshi could just hear the whine welling up within your chest. His hands cupped your face quickly and he smiled while shaking his head.

“Before you start throwing a tantrum just look,” he motioned his head to the side before turning to look and you followed his gaze to a vacant shop, “I found it last night, it’s been on the market for a few months now and shockingly no one has bought it yet. I think it would be the perfect spot for the bakery. It’s right here in the shopping district, lots of hero’s come through here as well as normal civilians plus there isn’t any other bakeries in this area so you’d be the only one!”

Your brows rose as you looked at the building. It was between two shops, one that was a boutique clothing store and the other was a children’s toy store. It truly would be the perfect spot considering just those, everyone loved sweets - especially kids!

Nodding, you looked back at Hitoshi with a smile.

“Okay it’s not bad at all, maybe we can call the realtor selling it and look at it more tomorrow?”

One of Hitoshi’s hands left your face and reached in his jacket pocket, the sound of keys jingling rung in your ears and sure enough in his hand he held a set before placing them back in the pocket. “Why not look now?”

“How -”

“I called the realtor already and told them we were interested, he wasn’t free tonight and I really wanted to see the place to make sure it was perfect before someone else could snatch it and he agreed to lend me the keys for the night. What do you say, just real quick, I’ve seen pictures of the inside and I promise you’ll love what’s in the kitchen!”

Your eyes narrowed at Hitoshi, unsure of whether he was up to something or not. He honestly wasn’t one for pranks or elaborate stunts, he was very straightforward about things.

Looking back at the building you chewed on your lip and thought as the hero took your hands in his and started to warm them up like he always did. Turning back to look and watch him, you smiled.

He was now so focused on breathing warm air between his palms and into your hands, rubbing them between his own repeatedly until they were nice and toasty. His long lashes fluttered shut as he leaned over, bringing your hands close so he could press kisses to the inside of your palms, completing the sentimental task.

Suddenly you felt unsure and it spread across your face. Hitoshi cupped your chin, making you look up at him and asked if you were alright.

“I’m just scared all of a sudden. This spot seems too perfect Hitoshi, what if we’re doing this too fast, what if it doesn’t work and it fails? What if no one likes what I make, what -”

The next thing you knew, Hitoshi was holding you close to his chest, a hand petting your hair as he kissed it, shushing and calming you down before a full blown panic attack could ensue.

“Baby calm down. Listen to me, all those irrational fears are just that. Don’t you dare start putting yourself down before you even begin, I won’t let that happen. It’s perfectly normal for you to feel scared or nervous right now, this is something big and something you care for deeply - I know you’re a perfectionist but even you make mistakes in baking but you know what, you always fix them or make other creations out of those mistakes. I have no doubt in my mind that your bakery will succeed beyond anyone's expectations! You not only have the skills but you have the passion and love for it and that’s what’s going to make it succeed. But we have to take that first step.”

Hitoshi pulled away from you, brushing your hair back and holding your face again as he leaned down and placed a reassuring kiss to your lips. “We’re just taking a look, we’re taking that first step and always remember this - I’m right here, I’ll always be right here, right by your side every single step of the way. Through your failures and success. You’re not alone in this sweetness, I’ve got you, I promise.”

You looked into Hitoshi’s eyes, even in the dim light the vibrancy of them glimmered like they always did when looking at you. You swallowed and nodded in response, hands coming up to wrap around his wrists and you turned to kiss inside his palms.

“I’m so lucky. Except you’re wrong about one thing, my bakery won’t succeed,” you smiled and tousled his hair, “ Our bakery will succeed.”

Hitoshi smiled, pulling you close again for another kiss. Once it broke, he took one of your hands in his own and nodded over to the building. Squeezing his hand, you both crossed the empty street and walked to the door.

While the hero took out the set of keys you looked inside, chewing on your smile and trying not to become too excited. Looking over and catching a glimpse, Hitoshi grinned and stuck the key inside the lock, turning the mechanisms and then removing it. One hand still held yours and the other gripped the handle as you both looked at each other.

“Alright sweetness, you ready?”

His question brought about a case of deja vu. The last time Hitoshi asked you that question, your life changed drastically and in the best of ways. You turned slightly, your other hand reaching up and fingers brushing his cheek.

“I’m more than ready Toshi.”

#sugarcoated #hitoshi shinsou #hitoshi shinsou x reader #bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #bnha x reader #mha x reader #fluff #bnha fanfic #mha fanfic #anime

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an-odd-idea · 4 years

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Thanks @superherotiger for the tag!

The rules here are you answer the ten questions you’re tagged with, and then tag other people with ten other questions (but only if you want to)

1. What’s your favorite fanfic?

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: Ever In Your Favor by @iron--spider . It’s a masterpiece.

2. Who’s your favorite character?

Tony Stark.

3. What’s the funniest story from your childhood?

Once upon a time, my 5th grade teacher asked me and a friend to water the flowers in front of the school. We wedged the watering can in the sink in the bathroom, and then we couldn’t get it out without dumping water all down the back of the sink, so we tried to do it really slowly and catch the water with paper towels as we went. She was screaming, and I was barely holding us together when the principal walked in. He asked why we were screaming but didn’t wait to hear the answer and just told us to cut the noise while we stood paralyzed in fear, trying to hide the watering can behind us. He left, and we continued to struggle until the janitor saved us. We were too shaken to give the flowers more than a teaspoon of water and lugged the whole can back to the classroom and lied that we’d just had that much left over. Our teacher never knew.

4. Winter or summer?

Winter

5. Favorite TV shows/movies?

Lord of the Rings, anything Marvel, and Doctor Who

6. If you could be any animal, what would you be?

A cat

7. If you could be a superhero, what would your power and your name be?

I think I’d be a quieter type of superhero, no fighting Thanos for me. My power would be sensing people’s emotions and knowing how to help them, even if I’m really far away and have never met them before. I don’t think I would have a superhero name; I’d either use my real name or real username or let people decide what they want to call me.

8. Do you have any pets?

I have two cats (the one is kind of my sister’s cat, but I live with two cats)

9. Favorite song?

Right now it’s Roads by Vargas & Lagola

10. Early bird or night owl?

Night owl

Now questions for you, only if you want:

1. Favorite dessert?

2. Favorite movie soundtrack?

3. What’s a song that reminds you of a happy experience?

4. Favorite season?

5. If you were to get a tattoo, what would it be?

6. Cats or dogs?

7. If you were a ghost and I wanted to summon you, what five items would I need to collect?

8. Do you know how to swim?

9. How long have you had tumblr?

10. First fanfic you ever read?

@iveneverbeenmorestressedinmylife @learning-to-fly-on-my-own @lbigreyhound13 @goldenbirb

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kny-secret-santa2019 · 4 years

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from: @sacrasm to: @bi-hop merry crimmus! you asked for something about the nightmare before christmas, but ive never seen the full movie so i hope you like my gift to you!

fast times at fujikasane university

Tanjiro found himself standing in the entryway of an eight person dorm at Fujikasane University, arms full of bags. He could see a living room straight ahead, a few couches and a low table the only thing decorating the space. Well, if you could call the mess of boxes ‘decoration’, then he supposed those counted as well. His sister Nezuko skipped into the dorm before he could, eager to explore the new space.

“Hello?” He called out, walking further into the dorm. There was some loud, crashlike noises coming from one of the rooms off to the side, but it didn’t seem like many of Tanjirou’s dormmates had arrived yet. Nezuko looked at him quizzically, but he just shrugged.

All of a sudden, the room farthest from them burst open and two boys tumbled out. One of them was fairly standard as strangers go, but his hair was the color of fake cheese that comes in a can. The other one was wearing what looked like a brown fursuit of some king. They were both yelling at each other and seemingly unaware of Tanjirou’s presence.

“Get off! Get off of me!”

“RAAAAAAAGH!”

“AAAAH SOMEONE HELP oh you, right there, help me!” The blonde noticed him first, and stopped screaming now that there was a third person in the dorm.

The other one continued yelling and flailing around, so Tanjirou headbutted him.

“Ow! Hey, that’s fucking rude!” The other person grumbled, rubbing where Tanjirou assumed their head was.

“Thanks for getting that madman off of me! He suddenly jumped on me and started yelling, I don’t know why! Please protect me from that feral thing.”

The blonde pointed a trembling finger at the furry lump that was still growling, then shrieked in terror as it lunged at both boys. “RAAAAAAH!”

Both of the boys ducked behind the couch and let the feral thing go flying. It landed with a heavy thump, and didn’t move for a few seconds. When it did, a blanket fell to the floor and revealed another guy, except he was fully clad in what looked like a boar onesie. Tanjirou tilted his head quizzically, while the other boy stopped screaming for the first time since they met.

“HEY-”

“IT CAN SPEAK!” And then the dorm was full of screaming again. If the RA hadn’t heard by now, Tanjirou was willing to bet they had.

“IT-”

“AAAAAAAAAAAAH!”

“Stop yelling!” Tanjirou shouted, waving his arms wildly. The guy in the onesie stopped, but the blonde continued until Tanjirou bodily picked him up and set him down on the couch. “My name is Tanjirou Kamado, this is my sister Nezuko, and we’ll be your roommates for the year!”

He patiently waited for their own introductions, but all he got was a grunt of “Inosuke Hashibira,” and a very timid “I’m Zenitsu Agatsuma…”

“Nice to meet you! Now, why were you guys yelling?”

Zenitsu peered over the back of the couch to look at Inosuke, who was still glowering a few feet away. Nezuko drifted over to him and pet the soft looking fur of his onesie, and Inosuke just. Stopped glowering.

“I came in and was minding my own business, and that guy over there was just standing in one of the bedrooms! He was staring at a wall like a complete weirdo.”

“Hah?? Who’s the weirdo?? You were the one who screamed first!” Inosuke shouted.

The two boys started bickering again before Tanjirou intervened. This time he made sure to stay in between them, and kept them from yelling too loudly.

Apparently Inosuke had gotten to the dorm first and picked a room for himself. He also apparently slept sitting upright in a onesie, which scared Zenitsu. That’s when he started screaming, then Inosuke roared back, then Tanjirou walked in and the rest of the chaos ensued.

Once they were done talking, Tanjirou found that he liked his new roommates. Zenitsu seemed very kind and understanding if a bit of a ‘fraidy cat, and Inosuke was very blunt and wasn’t afraid to voice his opinions. He also learned that though they were in an eight person dorm, there were only going to be five of them. Their fifth roommate had yet to appear, but Tanjirou was hoping that he’d get along with them as well.

The rest of the afternoon was spent unpacking and organizing his dorm with Nezuko. Tanjirou hung up all his clothes in the closet, made his bed, decorated his half of the room, and helped his sister unpack in the time it took for Zenitsu and Inosuke to finishing fighting over which dorm who would be staying in. Despite there being three rooms to choose from, they decided to share one. Tanjirou could hear something about Inosuke being there first but Zenitsu liked the view and in the end neither boy was willing to leave.

The fifth roommate made a brief appearance, introduced himself as Kyogai as quickly as Tanjirou would let him, and proceed to move in six tsuzumis, one (1) ton of loose papers, and what looked like an entire library. He took the room next to Tanjirou and Nezuko’s, and didn’t come out for the rest of the night. More power to him, Tanjirou supposed.

On the first day of actual school, Tanjirou left his dorm with Zenitsu and Inosuke to go to Inter. Karate. By some stroke of luck, they had all signed up for the same 8:30 karate class. They’d even ended up in the same workout group, along with two upperclassmen. Tanjirou knew one of them; his name was Giyuu and he was a longtime friend of the Kamado family. They’d been neighbors from middle school onwards, and part of the reason why Tanjirou wanted to apply to Fujikasane. The other student was a short girl with sections of her hair dyed a vibrant purple. She looked too frail to be in a martial arts class, much less an intermediate one.

“Hey, aren’t you too weak for this class?” Inosuke bluntly asked the girl, making Tanjirou and Zenitsu drop their jaws in shock.

“Inosuke, you shouldn’t say things like that! It’s rude!” Zenitsu exclaimed.

The girl laughed in response and took a step forward. In the blink of an eye, Inosuke was laying on his back, staring up at the ceiling. Giyuu snorted and gestured at him. “Is this the roommate you were texting me about?”

Tanjirou vigorously nodded. “How’d you know, Tomioka-san?”

“He’s still wearing the onesie. And don’t call me that.”

The girl who’d brutally judo flipped Inosuke howled with laughter. “Tomioka-san! Ahaha, that’s adorable. You know this kid? He’s a real hoot.”

“Do me a favor Kochou, and just stop talking. Forever.”

“Awww, that’s cruel of you Tomioka-san! Young man, don’t you think he should be nicer to a poor defenseless girl?”

“You just threw Inosuke, I don’t think that’s very defenseless of you-”

Kochou continued to laugh. Giyuu closed his eyes and let out a long suffering sigh. When Inosuke finished getting to his feet and glared at her, she only laughed harder, especially when the younger boy rushed at her. It resulted in the expected outcome: Inosuke fell to the floor in a graceless heap again when Kochou sidestepped and tripped him.

“Man, this kid is a real hoot. Do you want to try again, Inosuke-san?”

He grunted in response and tugged the boar shaped hood of his onesie over his blue-black hair.

The rest of the class went by in a similar manner; though Tanjirou and his roommates were proficient in martial arts, the two older students consistently beat them. Tanjirou eventually got tired of being thrown around by Kochou and started practicing with Giyuu, but the other two boys were determined to best her at least once. By the time class ended, neither Zenitsu nor Inosuke had succeeded. Kochou had given them several opportunities, but the two of them got in each others way or bickered about who got in whose way.

“You two numbskulls are kind of entertaining, I’ll give you that.” She laughed.

“Did she just insult us?” Zenitsu asked Inosuke.

The other boy gave him a hard look. “Do you think I know what an insult is?”

“Ah, oh man, you’re going to make me cry. Tell you what, I’ll give you two a consolation prize: a frat bid.”

“A fraternity?” Zenitsu’s eyes bugged out of his head. “Like the ones where students drink?”

Giyuu sighed for the seventh time.

—

“And that’s how we ended up here, in the middle of the woods,” Tanjirou finished. “Otherwise, my roommates and I probably wouldn’t have shown up to Rush Week!”

Kanao nodded in understanding and signed, ‘My older sister is a Pillar, so I’m going to pledge with her frat.’ To Zenitsu who relayed it back to Tanjirou.

She was a sophomore that he met in the library a week back, and now they were study buddies. He’d wanted a tutor for Biology and met Kanao, and became quick friends due to his friendly nature. She was also mute like Nezuko, and he made sure to introduce them.

“Oh, that’s so cool! My friend is a Pillar, too!” Tanjirou replied, thinking of Giyuu.

“The fuck’s a Pillar?” Inosuke grumbled. “I showed up for free beer, and because you ‘n Blondie stole my room key.”

‘Pillars are the officers for Delta Sigma Chi.’

Inosuke grunted in understanding, but Tanjirou was cut off by the music that began to come from the loudspeakers on the makeshift stage a hundred feet away. An older student with bright pink hair and unique striped tattoos was hanging from the lighting which struck him as dangerous, but the guy seemed to be just fine. The pylons were shaking so much that he should’ve fallen off, but his legs were firmly hooked around the supports.

“Welcome to Rush Week, plebs!” He shouted into a mic. Some of the girls in the crowd screamed his name, but their voices got lost in the blasting music coming from the sound system.

With his shout, the giant party kicked off and all the students went wild. A lot of the freshmen flocked to the drinks table and the dance floor, while another substantial chunk wandered towards the frat court.

“Hey, I think it’s this way!” Zenitsu shouted, barely audible over the bass boosted music blaring from the speakers. “There’s the sign for Delta Sigma Chi!”

Tanjirou nodded and linked his arms with Nezuko, Inosuke, and Kanao to keep them from getting lost in the sea of partygoers as they followed Zenitsu. His blonde hair made a surprisingly good beacon amongst the crowd of dark haired students, even more so with the neon lights.

“Who’s that group of glitter munching idiots?” Inosuke asked, looking in the direction of a platform that had been erected a little ways away. There were twelve individuals standing on top of it, looking down on the crowd. There was a banner hung up behind them, but he couldn’t make out the words on it from that far away.

“I think that’s Alpha Kappa Mu,” Tanjirou replied. He’d heard about them from some of the older students; not everyone was cut out for AKM. They were one of the only fraternities who still engaged in hazing its pledges, and were known for sometimes being the nastiest students on campus. Tanjirou wanted to give them the benefit of the doubt, because he was taught not to judge based on appearances, but there was something about its officers that struck him as a little off. Alpha Kappa Mu was also Delta Sigma Chi’s long standing rival, so he made sure to steer clear.

Some girl, probably an officer, had tried to recruit Nezuko as an AKM pledge earlier in the week, but she’d refused. The officer hadn’t been happy and continued her attempts to coerce Nezuko, but Giyuu spotted her across the quad and hurried over to intervene. When he made it clear that Nezuko wasn’t interested, she reluctantly slunk off and Giyuu walked Nezuko back to the dorms in case the girl was waiting to try again.

They continued to make their way through the crowd until Kanao tugged the three of them towards a slightly quieter part of the clearing. There was a small gathering of students already there, but based on the sign that read ΔΣΧ in big, sloppy painted characters.

“HEY HEY HEY!” Someone shouted, making poor Zenitsu shriek in fear and Inosuke roar in response. “Well that’s not very cash money of you,” the person calmly said to Zenitsu, tsk’ing at his reaction.

“Uzui, don’t scare the fresh meat.” Someone called, most likely one of the frat officers.

“I’m not scaring them, I’m just looking.” Uzui huffed. “They seem kinda small this year, don’cha think?”

“Hey! Just cuz I’m short doesn’t mean I can’t bite your fucking face off!” Inosuke shouted, making the Pillars blink in surprise. “I’ll fuck your mom!”

“Inosuke, calm down-” Tanjirou said, trying to placate his friend. Inosuke just snarled and glared at Uzui.

“Shinobu was the one who gave him a bid.” Giyuu deadpanned, making his way through the crowd to Tanjirou and his friends. Kochou followed not long after, waving her hands in the air. Kanao beamed when she saw her, though Tanjirou didn’t know why.

“I thought he was interesting! It would’ve been criminal to pass up on kids like them! Don’t you think so too, Rengoku-san?” “Haha, of course! I welcome anyone who’s proven themselves to a Pillar! I’m sure Oyakata-sama would too!”

A fourth upperclassman had wandered over, well-muscled arms crossed over his chest. Tanjirou recognized him as one of Giyuu’s college friends, though he didn’t know his name. Whoever he was, Tanjirou had to admit that he was cute. He was obviously attractive, but his himbo tendencies made him 10x cuter.

Kanao waved, obviously familiar with everyone. ‘This is the Flame Pillar, Rengoku Kyoujurou, the Sound Pillar Uzui Tengen, the Water Pillar Tomioka Giyuu, and my sister! She’s Kochou Shinobu, the Insect Pillar.’

“She’s your SISTER?!” Zenitsu shouted. “A nice girl like you has an ogre like that for a sister?!”

“Watch who you call an ogre,” Shinobu said, shooting Zenitsu an ominous smile.

“Now it’s my turn to remind you not to scare the fresh meat.” Uzui shot back, smirking down at the other Pillar.

Shinobu flipped her bangs and huffed, paying no mind to his words. She opened her mouth to say something else, when a hush fell over their section of the woods. It didn’t take long for Tanjirou and his friends to notice that a new person had arrived, and that they must’ve been the president of ΔΣΧ based on the way all the Pillars silently deferred to them. As they drew closer, Tanjirou could see that it was a man not much older than the rest of them. The strangest thing about him was that his eyes were kind of glassy, almost like they couldn’t focus. He thought that the man was blind, but he looked at each of them with such ease that he didn’t think a sightless person could possess.

“Hello, Rengoku, Uzui, Giyuu, and Shinobu. And hello to you as well, though I don’t know your names.”

“I’m Tanjirou, and this is my sister Nezuko!” Tanjirou brightly said, vigorously shaking the man’s hand.

Zenitsu and Inosuke introduced themselves afterwards, but Inosuke refused to shake his hand. The man didn’t seem fazed, and began talking to the Pillars. Giyuu introduced him as Oyakata-sama, the president of the fraternity as Tanjirou originally thought. His real name was Ubuyashiki Kagaya, but it was apparently tradition to call the president Oyakata. Something about a holdover from the Taisho Era, but history was never Tanjirou’s best subject. And he was, in fact, blind, but he Ubuyashiki was so well adjusted that aside from the IV cane he held, no one could tell that he couldn’t see. “Well, I think it would only be proper to give them all bids,” Ubuyashiki said, snapping Tanjirou back into the conversation. “You’ll get a flyer about initiation in a week or so, so make sure you keep an eye out for it.”

They all thanked the fraternity president, and then he was moving on to greet another group of pledge hopefuls. Having gotten their bids, Zenitsu and Inosuke headed back to the dorm while Tanjirou, Nezuko, and Kanao stayed behind to chat with their Pillar friends.

—

Stage 1: report to the delta sigma chi frat house to begin the initiation process

—

Like Ubuyashiki said, Inosuke found a flyer slipped under their door regarding initiation. He almost threw it away thinking it was trash, but Zenitsu stopped him before he got rid of it. They also found another flyer, but it had ‘Alpha Kappa Mu’ written across the header. Tanjirou guessed that Kyogai must’ve pledged with the rival frat, since he, Nezuko, Zenitsu, and Inosuke had all gotten bids from Delta Sigma Chi.

It said to find the Delta Sigma Chi house on Frat Row to find out about the first part of initiation, so Tanjirou and his three roommates (plus Kanao) made their way over and found themselves on the porch waiting for someone to answer the door. Kanao had just knocked again when the door swung open, revealing a bright eyed Shinobu.

Instead of a standard ‘hello’, Shinobu looked at each of them and immediately asked, “You kids got any comfy blankets?”

“Uh…” Was Zenitsu’s answer.

“Why?” Tanjirou asked, ever curious.

“Eh, you’ll find out. I hope you do, at any rate. GIYUU!” She shouted into the house. “YOUR PLEDGELINGS ARE HERE!”

The sound of several doors slamming and slippers on stairs could be heard, before one (1) tired Giyuu Tomioka appeared wrapped in a weird half magenta half yellow green geometric patterned blanket slash cape. It looked a bit like a fashionable Snuggie, but also nothing like a Snuggie because there was no front. His hair was in its trademark ponytail, but some of it was falling out and into his eyes. He tucked most of the flyaways behind his ear and tried to redo his hair as he came down the stairs, but it didn’t fix much.

“Stop fucking yelling.” The Water Pillar grumbled.

“YEAH, KOCHOU!” Uzui bellowed from somewhere inside the frat house.

“SHUT. UP.” Someone else screamed, immediately followed by the slamming of another door.

“Ugh.” Giyuu scrubbed a hand over his face and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. “What’s this about pledges?”

Shinobu pointed at the three boys plus Nezuko and Kanao in the doorway and Giyuu sighed. She cackled and left him with the five freshmen, who filed into the house and into one of the smaller living rooms. They settled on one couch, squishing together to fit four on a loveseat for two. Giyuu took an armchair and pointedly looked at the four other available couches, but none of them moved.

“Okay, I’ll bite. Why are you here? Tanjirou comes every other day because we’re friends, and so is Nezuko, but why are the rest of you here?”

Nezuko handed him a slip of paper that read ‘report to the delta sigma chi frat house to begin the initiation process.’

“Oh. Stage 1 is just making yourself one of these,” he gestured to his weird blanket, “and wearing it for the rest of the semester. A lot of members wear it afterwards, since it’s just a blanket. Sort of.”

“IT’S CALLED A ‘BLAPE’, TOMIOKA! GET WITH THE PROGRAM!” It sounded like Uzui, but someone else yelled at him to shut up (again) so Tanjirou couldn’t tell.

“That’s it?? Just wear one of those? Easy!” Inosuke asked.

“For the semester,” Tanjirou reminded him.

“Yeah. It’s a little weird, but bear with it.” Giyuu said, shifting his blanket cape so it wouldn’t fall off. “It’s been one of the few traditions Delta Sigma Chi’s held onto since its founding.”

“Inosuke can barely keep his shirt on, I don’t think he’ll be able to -” Zenitsu paused as he turned to see Nezuko draping a blanket that’d been on the couch around her and her brother. “Seriously?? Am I the only one against this?”

“It’s really not that bad, Zenitsu…” Tanjirou admitted. “This might make my eight A.M. lecture a little more bearable, actually!”

“Now that’s the spirit!” Rengoku boomed, appearing at the top of the stairs in his own gaudy fire patterned blanket cape. “I knew we had some good pledges this year!”

He came downstairs and congratulated them for making it to the frat house before any of the other pledges had. The Flame Pillar even showed them some sewing patterns Kanroji and Himejima had put together as the standard blanket cape for Delta Sigma Chi members. Most of the other pledges would be left to figure out how to make their own by themselves, but out of courtesy (plus Tanjirou and Kanao’s connection to the frat), he decided to lend a hand.

Another one of the Pillars wandered downstairs while the five of them were there, someone that Tanjirou didn’t recognize.

“If you guys come back at five, we’re doing a movie night for all the pledges. We’re going to vote, but honestly? We’re just going to watch The Nightmare Before Christmas.” He said, tossing said blu-ray to them.

They ended up staying and texting Inosuke and Zenitsu to come back later in the evening and had a fun movie night, meeting the other pledges and eating pizza while Jack Skellington waltzed around on the TV.

–

Stage 2: all pledges have one month to play as many funny temporary and NON-LETHAL pranks on any and all members of alpha kappa mu regardless of their membership status

—

“What do you mean you ordered a pizza for AKM’s president?!” Zenitsu furiously whispered.

They were sitting in the lecture hall listening to Professor Urokodaki give a presentation about the Sengoku Period. There were a few members of Alpha Kappa Mu scattered around them, but the president himself was sitting all the way in the back. Tanjirou had seen Kibutsuji Muzan terrorizing other freshmen and lording his seniority over them. He figured that he’d focus most of his pranks on Kibutsuji for that, and also because Kyogai came back to the dorm once with red eyes and bruises.

“I paid Murata-kun who works at the Jake’s down the street and told him to bring it here.” Tanjirou shrugged. “Who doesn’t like pizza?”

“Are you crazy?”

“Well, Professor Urokodaki is a family friend and I asked him beforehand-”

“Tanjirou, you paid Murata-kun to give Kibutsuji a pizza in the middle of a lecture and he’s the president of Alpha Kappa Mu who is our Rival Fraternity??! The guy who is infamous for being evil???”

The student sitting in front of them turned around with a quiet laugh. “Oyakata-sama said pledges have to prank AKM again this year, didn’t he?”

“Uh, yeah. You are?” Zenitsu suspiciously asked.

“Tokitou. I’m one of the Pillars.” The boy said, giving them a distant smile. “I just got back from my study abroad in Kyoto so I haven’t heard much about what’s going on.”

“Well, if you wait about fifteen minutes, you’ll see, or whatever.” Zenitsu sighed. “I can’t believe you’re seriously trying to one up Kibutsuji, of all people! He’s terrifying!”

‘Not everyone is as scared of AKM as you are, Zenitsu.’

“You’re supposed to take my side, Kanao!!”

Tokitou laughed at the pledges and went back to taking notes, when someone hesitantly knocked on the door and stepped into the hall, effectively interrupting Urokodaki’s lecture.

“I, uh, have one medium vegetarian pizza for Kibutsuji?” Murata nervously said, shaking just a little bit.

All the heads in the lecture hall turned to face the back where he sat, red eyes almost glowing with rage underneath the shadow of his fedora. The professor disinterestedly looked at Murata to his student, with the air of someone who’d seen it a million times.

“Well, Kibutsuji? Are you going to come and get the pizza you so carelessly ordered?”

Through clenched teeth, he said, “I didn’t order a pizza.”

Urokodaki rolled his eyes. “Well the delivery man said your name, didn’t he? I don’t know how he’d benefit from lying in this situation.”

“Just pay for the pizza,” one of Kibutsuji’s friends was saying. “You can deal with the prof later.”

There was some mild grumbling from the man but he paid Murata for the food and told him to leave it by the door. For the rest of the hour long lecture, Tanjirou, Zenitsu, and Kanao could feel someone’s venomous gaze on the backs of their necks. Tokitou, on the other hand, leaned back in his seat again and made a face in Kibutsuji’s direction. A few students in between the two of them gasped, but the Pillar remained unfazed.

When Zenitsu’s jaw dropped, Tokitou said “Michikatsu, the senior next to him, is my second cousin. Or something.” By way of explanation. Not that it explained much.

—

Stage 3: hang out with a Pillar or Delta Sigma Chi member of choice for one week

not to do menial labor, that’s hazing

it’s for fun and a chance to get to know your fellow frat members

—

The frat member Tanjirou decided on, obviously, was Giyuu. He was going to go meet up with Rengoku as well, just to call things even, but he and the Water Pillar went to one of the on-campus cafes for drinks one Friday. That’s how Tanjirou wound up standing at the order counter with Giyuu’s recyclable cup with the words ‘ur cute hmu?’ staring back up at him.

Tanjirou blinked, hard. Then he pivoted on his heel and marched the innocuous cup back to Giyuu.

“Um, your coffee’s ready?”

He stiffly placed the cup in front of Giyuu who briefly glanced at the message written on the coffee cup. His face remained devoid of emotion while he read the short note, and without a single reaction he took a sip of his still steaming drink. Tanjirou looked back at the (cute) barista who made a questioning gesture. When Giyuu still hadn’t reacted, he apologetically shrugged and mouthed ‘sorry’ before being yanked down into a chair.

“People are staring.” Giyuu flatly said.

“But - the nice student who made your drink thinks you’re attractive?” Tanjirou asked.

“Ignore him.”

The girl at the table over from theirs giggled and leaned towards Giyuu. “Tomioka, isn’t it rude to do that?” Tanjirou recognized her as Mitsuri, one of the Pillars. He had yet to personally meet her, but knew she was a friend of Giyuu’s and part of Delta Sigma Chi. “You should at least say hello!”

“Yeah,” Tanjirou agreed. “You should at least turn him down if you’re not interested, Giyuu-san.”

The Water Pillar tiredly sighed. Mitsuri grinned like a cat that got the cream, but Tanjirou had no idea why. Then Giyuu got up, walked over to where the barista was still waiting at the order counter, leaned over it, and kissed him with little fanfare. Tanjirou’s jaw dropped in shock and Mitsuri laughed at him. The barista fistpumped and Giyuu gave Tanjirou a look that said ‘are you satisfied?’. On the way back to the table, they both stayed silent. The Love Pillar was still laughing by herself, although there was someone sitting with her now. He’d appeared out of nowhere, and Tanjirou almost fell out of his chair.

“Obanai,” Giyuu said by way of greeting.

“Asshole,” the man said back. “I’m still mad at you about last month.”

Obanai and Giyuu started passively arguing about something petty one of them had done in response to something the other did while Tanjirou watched. He wasn’t entirely sure who was right and who was wrong, but he was leaning towards Giyuu mostly out of personal bias. Kanroji tried to step in and resolve the argument, but Obanai just kept talking.

“And you,” he said, pointing a finger at Tanjirou. “I can’t believe that you made Oyakata-sama give your sister a bid. Delta Sigma Chi is about undeclared majors and acceptance, and she’s declared a major!”

“Obanai, leave it alone,” Kanroji suggested. “Anyone is welcome in the frat, major or no. Plus, Oyakata-sama already said she could pledge. If you keep eating sour lemons, then that’s the only thing you’ll be able to taste.”

Tanjirou tilted his head in confusion. “But Obanai-san is drinking hot chocolate?”

“It’s a saying, Tanjirou.” Giyuu said. “As for what he’s saying, he’s just annoyed Oyakata-sama let in someone with a major. He’s usually stricter about it.” “Oh, I see.” He hummed.

Giyuu took another sip of his drink and Tanjirou found himself not only talking to his friend, but the other two Pillars as well. Half an hour passed like that, until a newcomer approached their tables and sat themselves square on Giyuu’s lap. It took Tanjirou a minute to realize it was the barista from earlier, mostly because he too was wearing one of Delta Sigma Chi’s blanket capes. It was the same yellow-green geometric pattern as Giyuu’s, and he couldn’t help but wonder if Giyuu had used the leftover fabric from his or if he had used it to imitate Giyuu.

“Isn’t that-”

“This is my boyfriend. He works in the cafe and likes to flirt with me, even though we’re already dating.” He explained.

“I’m Sabito,” the barista said, giving Tanjirou a smile reminiscent of a fox.

Immediately, the gears clicked. “You’re Sabito! Oh, Giyuu’s told me about you! He talks about you like you’re the sun and didn’t you go to my high school?”

“Yeah, I think so. Natagumo High?” Tanjirou nodded.

“Wow, that’s so cool! I’m looking forward to being in ΔΣΧ with you!”

Sabito gave him another one of his fox’s smiles and Giyuu let out yet another long suffering sigh.

—

Step 4: congrats, you’re now a full member of ΔΣΧ! make sure to have fun as part of delta sigma chi at fujikasane university!

and remember to antagonize alpha kappa mu as often as you humanly can!

dont forget to set your heart ablaze 🔥🔥🔥!!!

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Heavenuva Boss

Not too far away from Holy City lay a beautiful area within the clouds of Heaven. A floating white sign read “Welcome to Elf City: est. 1981.” The sky was blue and the buildings and streets immaculate. Elves of various colors and sizes were chatting among themselves, while others walked around with their families. Many of them were hard at work, wrapping presents for Christmas, saving food to give to the homeless, cleaning a nearby park, and caring for the ill. Some of them liked to volunteer just for something to do. There were also miracle workers, whose job was to travel to different realms and bestow blessings to those on Earth or in other realms in Heaven. Hell was forbidden for obvious reasons. Some elves went around, saving people’s lives or healing their wounds once they prayed.

The most well-known miracle bestowing company was located in a tall office building surrounded by golden halo clouds. Posted on a door were the words “E.L.F.” Headquarters and on a taped piece of paper, “Meeting in progress” was scribbled on it.

On a white board was a line graph and a bar graph, the line slowly moving downwards from a blue happy face to a red sad face. “Docile is the best, by Docile” was written off to the side. A white Christian Cross was drawn in the center of the wooden table surrounded by black leather chairs.

Up front, a black, white, and blue colored elf paced back and forth. He had large pointed white ears that jutted off to the sides between the sides and top of his head. He had large purple eyes. The left side of his face was blue and the right side of his face was dark gray. He wore a long white business suit with blue buttons and purple circles on the sleeves with a cross in the centers. White boots with blue outlines covered his feet while white fingerless gloves covered his hands. A white hoof-shaped mark lay on his forehead like a birthmark. A little green pin attached to his undershirt had a happy face on it. A black halo with thorns on it hovered over his head.

Docile looked toward his audience of two elves and a humanoid cat sitting on chairs around the table.

“All right, now I know business has been…a bit stressful lately. We’ve had to keep up demands and during the rush, not everyone can be saved.” He pointed toward the graph. “It seems that more and more people aren’t counting on miracles from angels and God to help themselves feel better. I don’t know how our company will fare if this keeps sloping down. It’s no one’s fault, okay? I just think that some of us could…help with improving their attitudes… Woxxie.”

Woxxie raised her eyebrows. The grumpy imp woman had a blue face, short white hair with a black spot on it and displayed a row of sharp teeth. She wore white gloves and a white tank top over a long white skirt. Her eyelashes extended past her face. Like the others, she had a black wiry halo over her head.

Docile continued. “Now does anyone have any ideas on how we can business drumming up again?”

Willie, the bubbly elf, raised his hand. He had a blue face, purple eyes, and black hair framing his face. Black freckles were present under his eyes, black halo above his head. He wore a light blue bow tie and a white business suit similar to Docile’s.

Willie grinned, “What…about…a billboard?”

“That’s a thought, Willie, but there are advertisements everywhere in Heaven,” Docile mentioned. Then his eyes brightened and he waved his hands. “How about a car wash?”

Woxxie crossed her arms. “We’re a company, not a go-to fundraising event, sir.”

Docile wondered over to Woxxie and put her in a headlock. “So helpful, Woxxie, I’m really glad you’re in the room right now.” He gently shoved her aside, sarcasm in his voice. “Have you guys forgotten what service we provide?”

Docile turned on the TV and a series of clips showed up on screen: Docile bandaging an angel’s wings, Woxxie helping a man walk, Sunna, the cat purring at a crying girl, Willie saving someone using CPR.

Docile held a bowl of popcorn for everyone to eat. Sunna, the brown furred, black stripped cat, wore a white dress with a sun on it. She wore a gold cross necklace around her neck. She was purring contently while sniffing her last leaf of catnip she brought. A nearby poster showed Docile and his two elf sisters Mia and Tia with an award for being the best care-providers.

“Ah, those were good times,” he smiled.

Willie happily ate a piece of popcorn on the table.

Woxxie scowled. “Don’t need any reminding sir, considering you blew most of our salaries to help a rival pharmaceutical company with their advertisement, one that you additionally paid to have us hold their hands and sing for three whole weeks on a channel, everybody watches!”

“Hey, uh excuse me?” Docile looked back, insulted. He stood up. “What’s so “obnoxious” about generosity and a super fun song, alright? It’s a fun distraction when an advertisement’s spitting lies.” He walked across the room.

“People love musicals, sir,” added Willie.

“Exactly, Willie,” Docile smiled, “and we’re basically doing a musical.” Docile did jazz hands before during to Woxxie. “Are you gonna criticize my musical theater dreams like my dad did?”

“Sir…” Woxxie began, but Docile cut her off.

“Because all I see right now is my Dad and his angry eyes glaring at me, criticizing my dreams of being, who I truly am inside.” He turned his head away.

Willie leaned in toward his wife and spoke in a teasing tone, “Are you trying to crush his dreams, Woxxie?”

“I…what?” she stuttered.

He leaned in closer, eyebrows raising up and down playfully. “I thought I knew you.” Woxxie rolled her eyes.

Docile turned back to Woxxie, tears in his eyes. “I can’t believe you, Woxxie. And after I made you Employee of the Month.” He held up a picture of Woxxie with a large grin of sharp teeth.

Woxxie threw up her hands. “Okay, sir, I’m sorry, but a commercial jingle is not comparable to musical theater. Nobody actually likes the jingles.”

“I liked it!” Willie popped up.

Woxxie turned to him, finger shaking. “Do not…do not agree with him in front of me.”

In a commercial, Docile spoke in front of purple curtains. “Hi I’m Docile, the “e” is silent and I’m the founder of E.L.F.” Docile leaned against the L in the logo, with Willie and Woxxie posing on either side. Docile continued, “Are you a piece of gold that got yourself sent to Heaven?” The picture showed Docile dressed in a superhero outfit with a red cape. “Or are you a conflicted convict who just happened to have your life cut short by someone else?” The next picture showed Docile dressed in a red devil costume choosing whether or not to quit smoking and drugs.

A blue winged angel with a tiger’s head spoke, “After defending myself against my psycho brother and preaching about God, you could imagine my surprise when I wound up here, after the coronavirus killed me. I really wish I could give my family well-wishes and advise them to kick my brother out.”

Docile continued, standing in a church with Willie and Woxxie nearby.

“Well, luckily for you, thanks to our company’s special access to the living world, we can help you take care of your unfinished business by saving anyone who may have helped you out when you were alive!” Docile happily climbed up a flight of golden steps.

Then the jingle began:

“When you want somebody saved

And you wanna go behave

Call the Efficient Lifesaving Fellows

Whether First Aid or CPR

We’ll make sure you all go far

Efficient Lifesaving Fellows

We do our job so fine

‘Cause we come straight from Cloud Nine

We’ll save your husband or your wife

We’ll even help extend your life

The Efficient Lifesaving Fellows

Pets live for freeeeee”

A brown haired woman stole a guy’s wallet and kicked him in the groin. She ran off and then got shot by police. Yet she only went unconscious. The doctors took her to the emergency room while the imps waited. A doctor walked in on the elves in the waiting room.

“She’s in stable condition, but she’ll need rest. Now what kind of insurance do you freaks have?”

“God’s chosen don’t need insurance,” Docile said.

The elves and the woman were promptly kicked out of the hospital and sent back to Heaven.

The jingle ended with “Pets live for freeee!”

Woxxie spoke up, hands in front of her. “I’d like to go on record and say that incident was Sunna’s fault. Dispatch is supposed to give the right info on the client. It’s very simple.”

“I’m sorry, Woxxie, I did the nest I could,” Sunna said.

Woxxie fumed, stuttering “’Sorry’ doesn’t cover it…do your job!”

“Hey, now we don’t blame screw-ups on Sunna, okay?” Docile said. “She didn’t do anything wrong.” Sunna walked over and embraced Docile in a tight hug, Docile straining to break free.

“Are you kidding me, sir? She’s awful!”

Sunna thought back to the time when she was a receptionist at a desk. The old rotary phone rang, sounding like cats meowing. She picked up the fish-shaped phone.

“Thank you for calling E.L.F. How may we bless you?” Sunna asked.

Willie was on the other end. “There’s a customer ranting about Satan. He wants to commit suicide…”

“Tell him that suicide will not make things better.”

“He wants to rant and curse to you…”

“Just got a call on the other line, apologies.”

Sunna hung up the phone, glancing back at her Fancy Feast Feline magazine.

Another memory came back to Sunna, which took place at her house.

“Happy Adoption Anniversary, Sunny,” said Docile. “I got a little something for you.” He showed her a gift in his hands.

Sunna smiled. “Is it spiders to play with?”

“I…uh…”

“Then I want it!” she exclaimed happily, tearing open the gift. She took out a white pill and looked in confusion.

“I’m sorry, it was a cure for syphilis,” Docile said, moving toward the wall.

“Docile, it’s a placebo!” Sunna cried, crushing the sugar pill in her paw. “There is no cure!”

There was one other time when Sunna watched Caroline singing/screaming “Inside of Every Angel is a Monster.” Woxxie walked over, holding a piece of paper in her hands.

“Um, did you just send me an ad for beauty makeovers?”

“Yes,” Sunna replied.

“Is it because I’m so gorgeous?” Woxxie asked with a grin.

“Come on,” Sunna teased. “Just the opposite.”

Later, Sunna rummaged around, looking for something in the kitchen.

“Who left this tuna salad in the fridge?”

“Wasn’t me,” said Willie. “It was there from yesterday.”

“Is this yours Wox?”

No answer.

“Well, I’m taking it because I have the best feeling right now.”

She closed the door and gulped down the food.

“Now why would you get happy on a work day?” Willie asked, nearby.

“I’m happy from this morning, Willie Nilly,” she giggled.

Woxxie walked inside. “Is that my lunch?”

“I’m so sorry!” Sunna said, then brightened. “You know what? I’ll just go get you another one before work! Time to enjoy my tenth life!”

Sunna raced outside with a “Wheeee!” and helped an elderly elf cross the street.

“Docile!” Sunna called in the office, “Your privileged boss’s on the phone. Says it’s urgent and wants to talk to you. Sounds a little DTP y.” (Down to Punish)

“Oh no that was one time!” Docile yelled, splashing water on himself in front of Woxxie.

“We wouldn’t have access to the living world if I hadn’t let myself get punished by him.

“You what?” Woxxie asked, concerned.

“I stole a Bible after getting whipped for the sins I did.”

“Docile!” Sunna cried.

“I heard you already!” Docile yelled before stomping into his office to play with bobble heads of himself, Woxxie and Willie.

“So, what can I do you for, Stolos?” Docile asked on his cell phone in his office.

The brown owl kind spoke from his castle, wearing a crown, white top hat and blue robes. “There’s a politician who’s causing lots of trouble on Earth. He wants to convince people that the coronavirus isn’t dangerous.”

“Isn’t it?”

“Well, it is, but more people die when no extra precautions are taken. And it gets crowded here.”

“Well that makes sense.”

“You know what happens when I’m stressed, Docy?”

“Oh no…” Docile began.

“When I’m stressed, I become angry. And when I’m angry, I have to whip your back and **** strike your **** with a flaming sword, cast you into a windy dessert, freeze you into ice in the lowest level, make you swim in the lake of fire for 1 million ******hours, hang you on a wooden cross for sins you didn’t commit and leave you begging for His mercy like an imperfect mortal!”

Docile hung up the phone and tossed the pieces to Sunna. “Here play with these. And you know after you put it in your mouth?”

“Yeah?”

“Vomit it off a bridge.”

Docile continued, “Look, the point is, Sunna is a valued member of our family and we don’t get rid of families.”

“We aren’t a family, sir,” Woxxie pointed out. “You are the boss. We are the employees. You treat her like she’s some hyperactive teenager. She’s more like a catnip addicted spoiled woman you let man the phones.”

Sunna stuck out her tongue at her.

“That is offensive,” Docile said. “Without rich people, I wouldn’t have half the joy and laughter I do in this life.” Docile opened the blinds and saw an angel dressed in a golden suit getting his picture taken by a crowd of people. Docile waved at a lovely white-haired blue-faced elf woman wearing a white dress with little white feathery wings on them before closing the blinds.

Woxxie crossed her arms. “While we’re on the subject of “family,” can you stop finding Willie and me outside of work?”

“Come on, it’s not that big a deal,” Willie said.

Woxxie’s eyes grew wide. “Excuse me…what?! I asked Willie for some lemons, he said “sure, honey.” Docile was suddenly fixing our oven just when we were about to make angel’s food cake!”

Willie laughed, “Docile said “the best aide is lemonade when life gives you lemons.” So funny!”

Willie and Woxxie remembered the song they sang, while Willie played on guitar:

“Of all the perfect elves,

It’s with him, I’m myself

Oh Willie.”

They leaned in for a kiss when Woxxie whirled around toward the window. Docile had a video camera outside.

“Are you bucking filming us right now?!”

Back in the present, Woxxie seethed. “Just. Stop. Doing that.”

“I don’t see what the issue is,” Docile said. “Just love good classic romance, holy matrimony…and the honeymoon bonus scenes.”

Sunna rolled her eyes, while Woxxie fumed.

“Sir, what you say and how you act is totally INAPPROPRIATE!” Woxxie stood up.

“Calm down, Wox,” Willie said, pulling her back down. “You’re gonna have another panic attack.”

“I AM CALM!” Woxxie yelled before Willie patted her head. “Shh there, there,” she said, while Woxxie whimpered.

Docile spoke again. “Look I don’t judge what you do outside of working hours, so don’t judge me.”

Veins popped out of Woxxie’s eyes. “Oh I do judge you, sir. Quite a lot, actually.”

She crossed her arms while Willie gasped in fear.

“Wox, he’s our boss!”

“No, it’s fine, Willie,” Docile mentioned. “Your wife is just…how do I say this without being offensive…bossy.”

“Does immaturingly insulting me make you feel better about your sad single life?” Woxxie asked.

“Not really, but it’s still fun,” Docile admitted.

Sunna added to Woxxie, “Even though you can be a grump sometimes, I still appreciate your company.”

“Please don’t call her a grump, kitty cat!” Willie protested.

“Do not criticize my assistant that way,” Docile said. “She’s sensitive.”

“Yes I am,” admitted Sunna.

“You guys are freaking amazing!”

Everyone turned to look. A pale spirit of a brown-haired teen girl floated nearby, wearing a prisoner uniform.

“Oh thank you, kid,” said Docile. “It’s something for you to witness this.”

“Ugh, this company’s such a mess,” Woxxie exclaimed.

“Alright, let’s get back to talking about my outfit!” Docile said out of nowhere.

“Nobody was talking about that,” Sunna mentioned.

“Which is why I’m trying to get that ball rolling, so how does it look? It’s good, right?”

The spirit pointed her finger at Docile, “It was heaven being able to rest after being shot by police for mugging a guy, but now…I miss my family. I want life!”

“You,” she said pointing to Docile, “You’re a selfless frugal clown. And I’m a young teen. We’re not supposed to like clowns.”

Woxxie scoffed, “Calling us clowns are ya…”

The spirit added, “If I wanted to talk to a pretty, organized woman, I’d look her in the eye and ask, “How in the world did I get here?”

“That’s my wife you’re talking to,” Willie said proudly.

“I figured you for an athlete but I didn’t know you’d get even luckier. And you.”

“Yeah what about me?” Sunna asked.

“You’re just purrfect. I was never a dog person.”

Sunna purred.

“Wow you really are kind of a nice slab of diamonds,” Docile said.

Woxxie rolled her eyes. “Such a flirt trying to make herself innocent.”

Sunna spoke up. “Hey guys, I just got a text from our client, says she’s the right one after all.”

“Who?” Docile asked.

“Her.”

“Me?” asked the spirit.

“Yep.”

“They wanted us to save an actual convict?” Docile asked.

“That’s what they’re saying.”

Docile frowned. “Well Satan in a heater, I guess there is a Devil.” He waved his hands, supplying oxygen to her and she woke up back on Earth in the hospital.

Docile spoke about E.L.F.: “You know folks, with this company, I really wanted to prove that we’re capable of doing the same things anyone else can, like saving people. So from us here at the Efficient Lifesaving Fellows group, we promise to settle your unfinished business or your money is gone and you’re never getting it back and you can write us a bad review but we’ll play dumb to it because it’s Heaven and business is business.”

Everyone wrapped Docile in a hug, whole he rolled his eyes. Then he said, “Even though the kid was a client, she’s still a convict. It’s important that we’ve handled this going forward, respectfully.” Everyone smiled in the hug.

Back on Earth, the elves cornered the escaping woman and sent her to a juvenile detention center. The police looked up at the elves through a portal.

“You’re welcome!” Docile called with a wave before the portal closed.

#hazbin hotel #helluva boss #heavenuva boss #haven hotel #2p

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Hungry Moon.

Chapter 1: Even a man....

So this is my first multi chapter Fic in the Frozen Fandom. I’m so excited to get this started and if you like this, feel free to leave a comment. If you want, you can also find this on FF.Net under the same name by author bearhow. Big thanks to @snowqueenofmyheart for beta reading and the other members of the fandom like @bigfrozenfan @lvy0 and that have been so welcoming. Enjoy.

Queen Elsa considered herself a very compassionate and caring person. Once the gates had been opened a year and a half ago she made it her mission to get to know each individual of her kingdom. Man, woman and child. This of course led to her sister instating an “open door policy” for the castle where her citizens would come to air their grievances, or just say “Hi”.

And it worked for a while... sort of… not really….

It was a total nightmare!

Granted there were some instances that Elsa and her sister, Princess Anna, were able to help. Fixing homes, helping out with farming, herding, and of course ice delivery with Kristoff. Even the snowman, Olaf, was helping out searching for lost pets. Although these were the issues that Elsa didn’t mind, every other complaint sent a shiver down her spine. Not in a good way.

“I found a sandwich in the town square and I want to know why it didn’t have mayonnaise on it!”

“The ocean is too blue.”

“The cuts from the butchers aren’t shaped like butterflies.”

“Someone needs to check under my bed for monsters.” And that one was from a grown man.

She sighed with a heavy roll of her eyes at herself in the mirror. “Yup. Exciting.” After fixing her makeup it was time for her to think wardrobe. Standing before herself in her light blue underthings she decided something a bit professional. With a wave of her hand’s, icy crystals formed over her body creating her typical teal blue sweetheart dress, with black turtleneck undershirt. Sure she wasn’t crazy about this outfit, but sometimes these early morning meetings called for it.

She began to put her hair up when there came a series of knocks at her chamber doors. She shook her head with a smile. Judging by the knocking it was no mystery as to who it was.

“Come on in—“

Her sister Anna had already burst through the door, in a same style outfit as her sister, excitedly bouncing around Elsa’s chambers with a stack of papers in her hands.

“Monday!” She exclaimed. “Are you excited?”

Elsa finished tying her hair off before turning around to face her sister with a modest, yet fake, smile. “Of course. Any opportunity I can get to serve my people.” Wow that was so natural.

“Well we’ve got some good stuff today?” Anna jumped onto the nearby couch and started going through the papers. “Mister Thompson is here to talk about a leaky roof. Mister and misses Olson’s neighbors are back to complain about the cats. Mister Sorensen is also back to tell us that the stuff on his roof tastes bitter, and misses Winny says the ocean waves are too loud.”

Elsa died a little inside with each word her sister spoke. “Doesn’t she live on the other side of the fjord?”

“Yup!” Anna jumped off the bed and handed the papers to Elsa. “And that’s just the repeat customers.”

Elsa”s fake smile began to waver, but not enough that her sister noticed. “Alright then.”

She turned for the doors until Anna stopped her. “Ah, Ah, Ah, aren’t you forgetting something?” Elsa let out a large groan causing Anna to playfully pat her on her shoulder. “Come on we do this every Monday.”

“No, YOU do this every Monday, I just humor you.”

“Well humor me one more time.” Elsa rolled her eyes, but relented by two taking stacks of papers in her hands. Seeing that she was going along with it, Anna excitedly asked as if addressing a large crowd, “WHO’S GOT THE BEST KINGDOM IN THE WORLD?”

Elsa shook the papers over her head and dryly responded, “We do. We do.”

“ALRIGHT!” With a fist pump Anna led her sister to the meeting hall.

—:0:—

“...all night long with his stupid trumpet playing! I’m about ready to smash it against a rock!”

“...I don’t think that park should be for children.”

“...their out there. In the trees. I’ve seen them. First they’ll come for our sheep, then our children. Then our woman. Then our precious metals.”

“...I know I’m not supposed to drink the sea water, but I did and now I have an infection. So what do you plan on doing about it.”

“...I have a friend who thinks your very attractive...okay that friend is me.”

“...if you don’t do anything about those cats, I will!”

With half hearted smiles, the sisters waved as their latest appointments disappeared through the large double doors. Alone they both breathed a sigh of relief, slumping back into their chairs. Anna began fiddling with the papers on the table in front of her.

“I think that went really--”

“Anna I love you, but this whole ‘open door’ policy is not a very good idea, and if I have to hear another complaint, or something about cats, I’m going to freeze Arendelle again.” She regretted the words as soon as she said them. Instantly her hands slapped over her mouth as Anna looked at her with complete shock.

“Wh-what?”

Elsa started sputtering. “I-I-I didn’t--”

“You don’t like our people coming to us with their issues?”

Elsa could feel the usual feeling of guilt begin to rear its ugly head. “Oh gods. No Anna. I--”

“PHEW!” Anna leaned back in her chair and threw up the remaining papers in her hands. “I thought I was the only one who couldn’t stand these things.”

Guilt melted away into confusion. “Wait? What?”

Anna started laughing excitedly. “I thought you actually LIKED doing these things, and I remember thinking ‘I can’t believe she can sit here with a smile on her face while they go on, and on, and on, and on, about stuff, and a few guys actually flirting with her’--”

“Anna?! Slow down! You hate these meetings?”

Anna turned in her chair to face her sister. “Are you kidding? At first it was a good idea, and I thought we were doing good, then all the sudden we get anti-trumpet people, and murderous cat people, and I started to hate it. I only kept it going, because I thought you liked it.”

Elsa suddenly burst into laughter. Not just any laughter, but laughter that included snorting. “And I thought you loved these things!” Soon both sisters were laughing hysterically. “I mean, what exactly did she want us to do about the Olson’s cats? Their like the sweetest, oldest people in the kingdom?”

Anna slowed her laughter for a moment. “Well we do live near the ocean, and I’m sure there's a bag around her somewhere.”

Elsa gaped at her sister, giving her a playful tap on her shoulder. “Anna!” They both continued laughing until they were interrupted by someone knocking at the doors.

“Your majesty’s?” Their servant, Gerda watched the singlings curiously. “Is everything alright?”

The two composed themselves. “Of course.” Elsa managed to say between giggles. “Is that all for the day?”

“Please say yes.” Elsa hushed her sister, but both started laughing again as if they were school children.

Gerda however had a warm smile on her face, allowing the sight before her to sink in. “As a matter of fact, you have one more appointment. Mister Joseph Thomas.”

“Oh, the shepherd's boy. Well send him in.” Gerda gave a small bow, and disappeared from the meeting hall. Elsa fought to maintain herself, but out of the corner of her eye, noticed that Anna was lost in thought. “What is it?”

“Ya know. Lil Joey Thomas isn’t so Lil anymore.”

Elsa, no longer amused, rolled her eyes at her sister. “Now, now. None of that.”

“But why not?” Anna whined. “Come on Elsa, let me--”

Elsa fixed her sister with a firm stare. “Anna. No. I know you mean well, but no.”

Anna was a bit taken aback. “I-I’m sorry.”

Seeing her mistake, Elsa softened her tone. “I know, I know, but Anna I,” before she could finish her thought a young man with shaggy brown hair, hair that looked like he tried to run his hands through it, a weathered tunic, and dirt stained arms and face, shuffled nervously into the meeting hall. “We’ll talk about this later.” She whispered before turning to him. “Hello Mister Thomas, what can we do for you.”

Joseph Thomas held a hat gripped tightly in his hands and started wringing it nervously. “I don’t mean to intrude, your majesty’s, if this is a bad time--”

“Nonsense.” Anna waved off his concerns. “We always have time for old friends.” Beneath the table, Anna tapped her sisters leg with her foot, which earned her a harder tap from her sister, and continued back and forth until Joseph began to look concerned.

“What can we do for you? Mister Thomas.” Elsa repeated after one more kick into her sisters shin.

“Um. You can call me Joey,” he said with an awkward smile. “But, um, I’m here cuz, I think someone has been stealing our sheep.”

Elsa leaned forward on the large table. “That’s a pretty serious accusation Joey. Do you have any proof?”

He withdrew into himself as if he was in trouble for something. “Well… we just didn’t think much of it at first. Ya know, wolves get in, take a few sheep, that’s just kinda how it goes. But no matter how tough we make our fences, or how we try to scare them off, they just keep coming. Over the last few months more and more of our sheep are going missing.”

The sisters watched him as he grew more quiet, now digging into one of his trouser pockets. “Last night a friend of ours went out into the woods to make sure them wolves didn’t attack again.” He removed from his pockets a tattered and bloody hat, similar to the one in his hands. “When he didn’t come back I went looking, and I found this.”

They stood from their chairs, looking at the hat with horror and anxiety. “Your sure it’s his?” Elsa asked.

He nodded. “I gave it to him.”

Anna looked from the hat back to her sister. “Elsa? What do you think?”

Elas examined the hat closely, but really she had no idea what she was looking for, she just had to appear like she knew what she was doing. She cleared her throat. “Give the hat to me. I’ll give to our royal guards and send out a search party for your friend.”

He did as he was asked. “If I may, can I join them. I mean, I know those woods pretty well after all.”

Elsa thought for a moment. “Sure. In fact, we have our own expert on those mountains that should be able to help as well.” She dismissed him, promising she would fetch him before her guards would leave, and once he had left she turned to Anna who was just as worried and anxious as she was.

“Wh-What’s happened? We’ve never had something like this happen before.”

Elsa looked down at the bloody hat in her hands. “I don’t know. First things first we need to find his friend. Once he’s found, we’ll go from there.”

Anna nodded. “By the way. Who’s our expert?”

--:0:--

Kristoff tossed another of the more “lifeless” flowers aside, finally becoming satisfied with the bouquet of bright yellow flowers in his hands.

“What do ya think Sven? Will Anna love these?”

The reindeer pulling the sled, rolled his eyes with a snort. “I know this is the eighth time I’ve asked you. I just want it to be perfect and you know how much she loves yellow flowers. We have been in the mountains for a few days and I haven’t seen her in awhile.” He continued fiddling with the flowers until Sven started grunting with impatience. “Okay, okay fine, I’ll set them down.” True to his word he set them aside.

He leaned back in his seat, clasping his hands over his chest. “Are we there yet?” Thankfully he wasn’t close enough that Sven could hit him with his antlers, otherwise he would have. “Well Can you blame me?” Sven grunted again. “What? You think distance would do us some good.” The reindeer gave a small shrug with a short nod. “Yeah you're probably right. Distance does make the heart—“. The sled suddenly stopped accompanied by Sven bucking and thrashing.

“Sven!” Kristoff jumped from the sled, grabbed onto the reins and attempted to calm his friend. “Woah, woah! What’s gotten into you?”

As if understanding him perfectly, Sven settled down and motioned in the direction of some bushes off to the side of the trails. Following his line of sight, Kristoff moved his attention towards the bushes.

Gasping, falling backwards into Sven, he felt intense fear and disgust grip his insides bringing him close to vomiting.

Gagging He hopped back into the sled and kicked at the reins, “Come on! We have to tell Elsa, er, someone!” Sven breighed in acknowledgement and took off for the castle, leaving the bloody and rotted corpse behind.

#elsa frozen 2 #anna frozen 2 #frozen fanfiction #frozen #disney frozen #kristoff #hungry moon #fanfiction

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