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subpar-ghoulfriend · 3 years

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A Family Affair

Slasher AU CannibalFamily!EraserMicxReader

We’re going with the “strange family that lives outside of a small town” trope. After a few deliveries to the Aizawa household you get pulled in to an affair you never wanted to be a part of.

Spooky season is upon us and I’ve already begun watching too many horror movies. This fic will definitely be a two parter

Super Dark Content Warning!!! Literally do not read if you have any reservation and definitely no minors!

TW: cannibal themes, mentions of murder, mentions of corpse mutilation, kidnapping, unhealthy relationships

Part 2 is gonna include more of this and the smut

Growing up you were grateful for living in a small town. You didn't really relate to the coming-of-age stories told in the movies where the small town girl runs off to the big city for a whirlwind romance and a chance at some "big break." To you, small town life was more picturesque than any overcrowded city. You knew your neighbors, and watched a lot of their families grow and change throughout the years. A small town allows you to become a regular at several businesses, including the coffee shop and your favorite diner downtown. Going away to college was tough even though you didn't go far. The nearest city - a little over 40 miles away - had a great college with a program you were really interested in pursuing.

You went home every break and picked up delivery jobs at one of the local restaurants. It was winter break of your last year in college when you first delivered to the Aizawa residence. In all your years at the restaurant they never ordered delivery, one of the two men would always place an order for pick up. The thing about small town stereotypes is that small towns tend to self-impose said stereotypes. The Aizawa's were that family. The one that everyone whispered when they came to town and children would tell horror stories about during Halloween. They were the weird family that lived just past the outskirts of town.

You weren't entirely sure what either of the two men did. Everyone speculated that Mr. Aizawa was some sort of mountain-man-feral type and maybe did some mechanic work for the folks that tend to live in between towns. His husband, Mr. Yamada seemed like the stay at home trophy husband but you heard he did some sort of conspiracy podcast. They had children - reportedly, but no one has really met them - and other family members that live similarly further out into the middle of nowhere. The drive was absurdly long but they were loyal customers and the owners didn't want to turn their request down. Your boss handed you a chunk of bills to fill up your tank before heading out. That's no place you'd want to get stranded, he told you.

The paved road got worse the further you got from town. Forty-five minutes later you were pulling down the dirt road that led to the illuminated Aizawa home. A wall of cold air slammed in to you when you opened your car door and you grumbled about leaving your gloves at home. There was no doorbell, so knocked and did that awkward please-don't-let-me-freeze dance while you waited. Two unfamiliar faces opened the door, an apathetic looking teen and an adorable little girl. Must be their children. The older one called out for his dad before taking one of the bags you held and disappearing into the home. You looked down awkwardly and wave at the girl. She smiled shyly and reached out for the other bag.

"Are you sure?" You asked her, "It's a little heavy."

She nodded.

"Okay, but use two hands," You passed her the bag. "Oh jeez, you're strong. Don't tell your brother, but I think this is the heavier bag."

You smiled when she giggled and ran off.

Mr. Aizawa appeared in the door, "How much do we owe?"

He was just as terrifying up close and for a split second your mind went blank while your basic instincts were begging you go back to the car. He raised an eyebrow at you, looking irritated at your falter.

"Uh - forty-two."

He pulled counted out a chunk of bills and then you were off. You didn't even count the amount until you parked. Forty-two with a forty-dollar tip. They may be odd but apparently they're loaded. You didn't think much of it until the following week when you were heading back to their house with another delivery. You wished that they would order earlier but at least you could hope for another generous tip. You were taken aback when the little girl answered the door by herself, jumping up and down with excitement.

Was she old enough to answer the door by herself?

"Papa," She yelled. "The lady is here!"

She turned her attention back to you with a huge grin, "Shinsou got sore that you told me I'm the stronger one."

Before you could respond to her the other man, Mr. Yamada, bounced around the corner, "Eri, what have we told you about the door? Oh no, you must be freezing come stand inside while I go get your payment. Forty-two right?"

You wanted to protest, feeling uneasy in their entryway but the little girl tugged you by the delivery bags. So you stood there quietly while she ran back in forth so she could unload the delivery for you. Shinsou peered around the corner so you gave a small wave. Then it was just you and Eri once again. In the background you could hear Yamada asking his husband where the wallet went.

"I like your shirt," You smiled, trying to fill the silence.

"I wanted a Pegasus shirt but this was the only one my daddy could find."

"Well I think unicorns are pretty cool too."

You use to babysit for some of the families in town, no part of you could imagine doing that all the way out here.

The blonde rejoined you, giving you another lush payment. You heard the little girl whine about you leaving so quickly until her father appeased her by saying you'd be back.

Something about that rubbed you the wrong way; but you were back like clockwork the next week with their usual delivery. Once again you were brought inside while they went to get your payment. But on your fourth and what should have been your final delivery of the winter break you noticed something was off when you parked. Their truck was missing from its usual spot. Strange but they probably just moved it somewhere else on the property. You had become accustom Eri running to answer the door and telling you wait for her parents in the entrance of the house. You became suspicious after she had run back and forth to take the food to the kitchen.

"Eri, where are your parents? Or Shinsou?"

The little girl's response was nonchalant, "They had to go out, one of our cattle got out. But they gave me the money."

You stuffed the money into your jacket; payment was the issue here. In the back of your mind you though about how you never saw any cattle on your deliveries. A child her age shouldn’t be left alone.

"Oh, well, can I hang out with you while we wait for them to come back?"

The little girl lit up as she pulled you to the living room. There was a kid's movie playing on the TV and she had a coloring book out. Eri divide up her crayons and tore out a page for you to join her. You kept looking to the window, waiting for the truck to pull up.

Suddenly there was banging at the door, which elicited a cry from Eri. You reached into your pocket only finding the crumpled bills. Shit, your stomach dropped. You left your phone in your car. After all, this was just supposed to be a quick delivery. The noise stopped, only for a moment, before resuming.

"Eri, sweetie," You whispered to the stunned little girl. "Do your parents have a phone here?"

She shook her head.

A man’s voice tore through the door, "Let me in dammit, you have to let me in before they come back."

You held your finger to your lip, and Eri nodded, repeating the gesture. The living room light was on and you realized that if he came to the side of the house you'd be seen through the window, but turning out the light would draw attention. Maybe he was bluffing, maybe he didn't know if anyone was inside and turning off the light would signal your presence. You pointed to the kitchen, where the lights were off and the two of you tip toed to the safety of darkness.

"Eri, honey, can you go sit in the pantry for me and be really, really quiet? I'll be right out here and don't come out until I come to get you okay?"

She looked hesitant and tearful but you were surprised at her level of composure for a kid. Finally she complied. Once the pantry door was closed you began rummaging through the drawers, looking for something that could inflict the most damage. A meat tenderizer could work. The banging continued and you swore you hear wood beginning to splinter. Your grip tightened with every bang. Finally the door gave way and a man stumbled through the splintered wood. He stopped when he saw you holding the cleaver.

He was dirty, without shoes or a shirt and his skin was red from the cold.

You hoped your voice wouldn’t crack, "You need to leave-"

"Monsters, monsters," he blabbed. "They're gonna come back and we gotta go."

You decided to bluff, "Get out of here, I already called the cops."

"Good, good, good," He mumbled, “but we still gotta go. NOW."

There was one step forward from him, one step back from you.

"If you come near me, I'll make sure you don't get up," You warned. At the very least you had to keep him away from Eri. Even if that was all you could do.

There was a desperate look in his eyes; they darted from you to the keys hooked to your jeans, then back to the keys. Finally he smiled, "You have a car, man that's perfect. Listen I won't hurt you but we need to get in your damn car, now."

Sounds like something someone who wants to hurt me would say, you thought. Apparently you took too long to respond, the man lunged toward you and you tried to swing the meat tenderizer. The tool connected with his shoulder and he howled out in pain but still managed to wrestle you to the ground. The two of you struggled with each other and the man was yelling that you'd die if you didn't listen to him. You landed a weak hit to his jaw, splitting his lip. You even tried biting at him but he was persistent and struggling to get your keys. You were telling him he could have them that he just needed to let you go but he wasn't listening to you. Managing to grab his ear you had a flashback to the self-defense seminar you had to take in college, it should be easy to rip a human ear. So you pulled. Blood began to flow from the wound down his face and on to you. He got you off him before you got the whole ear by delivering a blow to your stomach. The air rushed from your body, is this what it means to get the wind knocked out of you?

There was a loud noise and fog lights flooded through the broken door. Then saw Shinsou and Aizawa pulling the man off you. You pushed yourself and back, clutching at your stomach. Your cheeks were wet. Were you crying or was that blood on your face? Probably both.

The trio wrangled the man outside where you heard more struggling, fighting, and groaning.

Eri. You managed your way to the kitchen but realized you were covered in blood. Not wanting to traumatize the little girl any further you spoke through the door.

"Eri, can you stay there a little bit longer?"

"Can't I come out? I heard my daddies," She cried, tugging at your heartstrings.

"Not yet, okay? They're here and everything's okay, I'm gonna have them come get you okay?"

Thankfully, the door didn't open. As you shuffled toward the front door Mr. Yamada entered, wiping specks of blood off him.

You were shocked when he pulled you into a hug, "You're okay. Sho and Shinsou got everything under control. Where is Eri?"

You told him about her hiding spot and he sighed in relief and rushed to her.

The other two returned with bloodied knuckles that made your stomach churn.

"Yamada," The mountain man called, with his eyes scanning the home.

"Don't worry, Sho, I got Eri. She's fine. Our delivery girl is okay, she's got some bumps and bruises but she made the other guy look worse."

Aizawa ushered you to the couch, expecting your legs to give out at any moment.

"We need to call the police," You finally spoke.

Aizawa assured you he did. They were 45 minutes out but they'd work on getting here faster. Yamada brewed you a cup of tea, “for while we wait.” They finally calmed Eri down and Shinsou took her upstairs to get ready for bed. It felt weird for them to return to mundane evening routines so quickly after all that chaos, but maybe you were just the odd one out. Close to an hour later you were still waiting for the police to show up. Your tea was finished long ago and your nerves had calmed. You were even having trouble keeping your eyes open.

"You think they're almost here, babe" The blonde wondered, draping a throw blanket around your shoulders. "I'm sure she wants to this day to be over with."

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It was still dark when you woke up. The blonde was fast asleep on the recliner next to you. The police must have come by now but there was no way you slept through the visit. Anxiety from earlier made it’s way back in to your chest. The clock read 4am; had they even called the police. All of the childhood rumors you heard came flooding back and you exited the house as quietly as you could, not realizing your keys were no longer with you.

When you made it outside you noticed dried blood on the ground, trailing toward what you assumed was their barn or storage shed. You were entranced. Looking back to the house, no one was awake; there was no movement, no light, just quiet. You shouldn’t follow the bloody trail, you shouldn't go near the shed; but your body moved on it's own accord and before you realized it you were at the doors. You gave a tug, expecting it to be locked, but the door swung open and inside you noticed the lock lay on the ground.

You should have turned around, got in your car, and drove away. Instead you stepped inside and found the bloody, broken body of the man who attacked you. There was a slight sway to the corpse that was hanging from a reinforced pillar. Nearly screaming your hand shot to cover your mouth.

You should've left.

Aizawa was watching you from the kitchen, cursing Hizashi for leaving the shed unlocked. His hand hovered over the secured cabinet drawer that stored a pistol. He wouldn't shoot you only scare you a bit. But you weren't running out in a panic. He didn't even hear you scream. Interesting. He went to join you, moving like any predator concealing it presence and leaving the gun safe untouched.

You should've left.

You finally came to your sense and whirled around only to run into your late night admirer. A terrified squeak escaped you as you jumped further into the confined space.

"Mr Aizawa! I'm sorry, I shouldn't have - I'm sorry."

He didn't look angry, although you wished he did. It would be better than the unsettling smile on his face.

"That's alright, I was heading out here anyway," He closed the door behind him and flicked on a dim light that lit up the room with shadows. "Can't leave it hanging for too long."

Your throat tightened, he stood between you and the only exit. If he noticed your terror there was no indication that he cared. He turned his back to you momentarily, rummaging through the clutter on the workbench. Now was the best chance you may get and you made a dash for the door. It was a futile attempt and part of you knew it but your nerves were ablaze with adrenaline and you were running on instinct not reason. There was a foreign tightness around your throat that kept you fighting to inhale. Struggling to breathe you didn’t even register the sharp pinch of a needle piercing your deltoid.

Aizawa pressed his nose to your hair, "Behave. Even if you get out of here, your tire has a flat, pesky nails tend to find their way on to the roads out here. A real shame."

He dragged you over to a chair across from the lifeless body cuffing both your wrists to the armrests. Stupid, stupid, he was grabbing out cuffs and I ran straight into him, you scolded yourself. You went to open your mouth and beg to be let go, but you were silenced.

"Keep it down or I'll have to find a way to keep you quiet."

Your heart was beating so hard it hurt. Once a friend said it was possible to die by fright, if that was true you wouldn't last much longer. Now that you were safely out of the way, Aizawa could make quick work dismembering the carcass. He donned his usual rubber apron and pulled back his hair. With his experience he could finish the job in less than two hours. Now was as good a time as ever for you to learn.

With a sigh he began his explanation and craft:

"Cannibalism has been around as long as we've existed: sacrificially, ceremonially, culturally, especially during times of plague, war, and famine. You can find documented accounts from pretty much every part of the world. And there's no one reason. Our family keeps it simple. We eat meat, animals are meat, and humans are animals. In times of famine and other hardships, this was a reliable food source. Of course now, there's not much of a risk for severe famine to effect people like us but it's tradition. This is how it's been for our family for years. And not just those of us around these parts but our relatives everywhere. It's important to keep old trades alive."

He paused, now splattered with blood, to take note of your dry heaving.

"Please," You gasped. "I just want to go -"

With narrowed eyes he continued:

"It's important for you to listen to our family history. Typically we don't reap a harvest until three weeks after the winter solstice and 3 weeks before the summer solstice. Twice a year is enough to get us by. Zashi and I are impressed that you managed to wrangle him in. Poetic in a way, don’t ’cha think? Consuming the flesh of someone who tried to overpower you. First reap of the harvest. Nice that it's a family affair."

The room was spinning and you were fighting the sedative as hard as you could. There was no way any of this was real, maybe you were dreaming? Maybe you'd been knocked unconscious when that man rushed you. Or better yet, maybe you were asleep at home still. It was possible that this whole delivery fiasco was just a nightmare. Your stomach churned at the speech. There was sun peaking through the cracks in the wall by the time he finished separating the ... different sections. There was no more body, just pieces. You nodded off for a few minutes before being jolted awake by the door opening and letting in the bright morning light .

"Good morning, you two night owls," Hizashi beamed. Walking to his husband handing over a tall mug of coffee. He was completely unfazed by the scene he walked in on. In fact the only frown he made was when Aizawa said he put too much sweetener in the coffee. "Anyways, grumpy pants, I called your sister. She's on her way to pick up Eri and Shinsou for a few days. To give us some time to focus on our little muse. Speaking of, I should go get her some water. Oh, plus we need to fix our door."

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After you refused to drink anything they tried to give you they left you alone in the shed. The handcuffs were too tight for you to slip through and in your struggle you managed to topple the chair over, hitting the floor with painful slap. It was hard to ignore the buzzing of the flies swarming the space where the body once hung. You closed your eyes, your mind wandering to your family and what they would think when they realized you were missing.

Outside you heard a car pull up and were tempted to scream for someone to help you. Maybe it was the police; maybe someone realized you didn't go home last night and found out where your last delivery was. Your captors came out to greet whoever it was and you were glad you didn't yell, they sounded friendly. They were coming toward the shed but you were too defeated to react.

"Sho," Hizashi gasped, "She fell."

The response was sharp and sarcastic, "I hadn't noticed." He yanked you up with ease and the world was no longer side ways but the jolt paired with the exhaustion and drugs left the world spinning.

The woman must've been the sister they mentioned earlier. She squealed with delight, "Oh isn't she the cutest, lemme get a good look."

She resembled neither of the men and gave off cool-soccer-mom vibes. With a gentle grip on your chin she bore into your eyes.

"Please,” You begged, “I just want go home."

The sister didn't waiver, "Don't worry sweet thing, these two are gonna take such good care of you. Just relax and let them help you."

Help? You don't need help from them. You needed to get out of this hell.

"Okay," She bounced toward the exit, "Bring out my niece and nephew, we're gonna have a fun weekend. And take care of your girl, she looks like a keeper."

Finally you screamed in frustration. Brief, loud, and full of anger but it deflated just as quickly when the two men shot you a menacing look. How could all three of them show no display of empathy? You were again convinced this was an alternate reality when both children peaked their heads in to wave goodbye before they peeled away from the home, leaving you alone with Hizashi and Aizawa.

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There was a hatch toward the back of the room where the two disappeared until they came back with a third body. They were dragging a woman up like a ragdoll and acidic bile burned your throat. If you had to guess you would say she was late middle age. It felt like they were setting a stage, Hizashi pulled you closer to where they stood while Aizawa managed to tie the woman down to the stained table.

"Why are you doing this," you cried. But they ignored you.

"Did you know there are people who pay for certain oddities and they’re willing to spend big bucks to get what they want? We keep whatever makes sense to eat and sell the rest. Ideally nothing goes to waste.”

The next hour and forty-seven minutes were excruciating. There were several “items” – as they referred to her body parts – that they removed while she was still alive; but finally Aizawa made the perfect incision along her thigh and a pomegranate wave gushed out. There was no way she would suffer much longer with this amount of blood loss.

"Please just let her die," You begged the universe. "Please let it end."

For the first time since starting they stepped back from the body, leaving it on the table to come over to you. Aizawa knelt before you and his bloody hand brushed hair from your face; his thumb rested on your lip and you couldn't even physically respond. Hizashi was behind him, rubbing his partner's shoulders.

"You're going to kill me?”

Both men finally softened, coming down their endorphin high. There was something so satisfying about your question. Arousing, even. They made it clear that your life was up to them, which meant they had you where they needed you.

"Am I having a blonde moment? I don't recall saying we'd kill her."

Aizawa threw an incredulous look his way before addressing you, "We aren't going to kill you. We wouldn't've saved you from that terrible animal if that were the plan. We don't kill just anyone. We wanted to introduce you to our lifestyle and now’s the best chance. Eri’s wanted to keep you since day one, but if you can't behave that'll be an issue. Can you prove to us that you’re going to behave or do we have to get you down into the cellar?”

There was no other choice than to nod. Picking up a piece of the dissected woman Hizashi muttered something about starting dinner before telling his husband that you really need to get more rest. Aizawa agreed, and since it seemed like you were having trouble getting rest he decided to give you another little dose of medicine.

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dc41896 · 4 years

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Nothing to Fear

Just something quick for Halloween☺️!

Pairing: Chris EvansxBlack Reader

⚠️: None, all fluff!

“Yay mobie!!”

Donned in his dinosaur pajamas, your four year old son’s quick legs guide him to climb on the couch before jumping on his father’s lap wildly giggling.

“Oof! When did you get so big huh?,” your husband asks tickling the toddler and making him giggle even more. “Don’t you want to be a baby again?”

“No daddy, I a big boy now like you!”

“Oh you are? Well looks like I need to put out another cup of coffee in the morning then huh?,” he smiles winking at you as you softly laugh, mentally awing at their conversation.

“Okay since it’s my turn to pick the movie, I was thinking something spooky in honor of spooky season,” you announce picking up the remote to flip through all the available options.

“Spooky? I don’t know...”

Although River loved Halloween for dressing up and getting candy, like Chris, he didn’t want any part of anything scary. Even walking through the mask section at Party City, he’d grab hold to whoever was closest covering his face.

“I promise it’s nothing scary okay? I actually think you’ll like it a lot.”

Placing the remote down on the table in front of you as the movie starts, Chris wraps an arm around your shoulders as you lie your head down near his chest holding River in between the both of you.

He trusted your words, but he was still a bit nervous for what was to come. Lifting the blanket to his face, he snuggles closer to your side while also reaching out to hold onto his father’s shirt with his free hand.

“Boys and girls of every age, wouldn’t you like to see something strange? Come with us and you will see, this our town of Halloween!”

“See bubs? Nothing scary, it’s just a musical,” Chris smiles.

“Monsters daddy.”

“Yea but they’re nice ones. Well most of them I should probably say.”

His brown eyes still watching the screen, part of you started to feel worried that maybe he’d still get scared and have nightmares from the cartoon. You didn’t mean to possibly scar him, you just wanted to be able to watch Halloween movies with your son like your mom did with you.

“Ohh the doors!,” River excitedly points seeing the different trees for all the holidays. “I’d pick Christmas too.”

“Why? For the presents?,” Chris smirks tickling his side and making him giggle.

“Mhm! And snow and mommy’s cookies and the lights!”

“Mmm, those are all very good reasons.”

“He can’t have Christmas in Halloween! That’s silly,” River states sitting up and dropping the blanket from his face. “It won’t work right?”

“You gotta watch and see,” you smile watching his eyes as they intently monitor the screen. Hearing him occasionally laugh and get excited about different parts leaves you relieved that he was liking the movie. He even hummed and bobbed his head along to Oogie Boogie’s song, once catching on to the rhythm, making you and Chris laugh.

As the final scene came to a close, River let’s out a small yawn lifting his arms above his head before tiredly smiling up at the both of you.

“So how did you like it?”

“I love it! Let’s watch again please!”

“How about we watch tomorrow? I think someone is getting sleepy,” Chris answers while his son yawns again tilting his head feigning that he was confused.

“Who?”

“You Mr. Owl.” Lifting him up to hold him close, he kisses all over his face making him squirm and laugh before his head leans back, looking at you upside down. “Tell mommy goodnight.”

“Night mommy!”

“Night my baby,” you smile kissing both his cheeks. “Both of you be careful.”

“Babe relax, we’re fine. Right River?”

“Right!” Now placing his tiny body over his shoulder, all you hear is rocket ship noises and more giggling as your boys make their way down the hall while you shake your head.

———

“You ready River?”

“Ready!”

Running down the hall, he abruptly stops in front of the fireplace showing off his black and white striped suit paired with black spiderweb bow tie, white gloves, and black vans waiting for you to take pictures.

“Aww look at you! You look so cute!”

“Wait mommy! Dodgey come!”

Sauntering into the room with his tag clinking at every step, Dodger sits next to River letting him hug his body covered in a white sheet and a cap of Zero’s face on top of his head. He wasn’t exactly thrilled about it, but with enough treats you hoped he’d make it through trick or treating.

“We have Jack, Zero, and now all that’s left is...”

“Oogie Boogie himself!,” Chris announces sliding into the room in his light brown, oversized onesie that acted as his sack, and mask that displayed the villain’s signature smirk.

“I must say you’re looking good Mr. Boogie.”

“Thank you Sally,” he smiles lifting his mask to kiss your brightly painted lips ultimately staining his and making you giggle as you try to wipe it off.

Done with waiting around though, your son, followed closely behind by Dodger, walks up to the both of you tapping your legs trying to gain your attention. “Mommy, Daddy come there’s candy!”

“Ok, ok we’re going buddy as soon as we get this quick video for Nana,” you answer squatting down to record. “So River, who are you for Halloween this year?”

“Jack um umm...?”

“Skellington,” Chris whispers in his ear after squatting down beside him.

“Jack Skellington!”

“And why did you choose to be Jack?,” you giggle.

“I like him. He’s in my favorite mobie!”

“Aww, it’s really your favorite bud?” Remembering how he was a little nervous to watch it before, it warmed your heart seeing how he loved it so much now.

“Mhm! Look Nana! Dodgey is Zero!,” he smiles petting Dodger who soon after began licking his hand.

“And who is Daddy?”

“Boogie! And mommy’s Sally.”

“Good job love! Alright we’re gonna go trick or treat now before someone explodes from excitement and someone else scares himself again.”

“Hey no one informed me that a mirror had been put in the hall okay? And I thought that was supposed to stay between us honey?” he states shooting you a playful glare as River wraps his arms around his neck.

“Don’t be scared daddy, it’s a mobie.”

“Yea it’s just a mobie,” you smirk to be met with a look you knew all too well.

“I’m gonna remember that when you tap me in the middle of the night about hearing something.”

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fandom-collective-writers · 4 years

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Childlike (Arthur Conan Doyle x Reader)

Fandom: Ikemen Vampire

Pairing: Arthur Conan Doyle x Reader

Prompt: Halloween

Warning: None! Just simple fluff!

Intended Audience: Female Audience

Word Count: 1,089

Requested by: @liviavivi04

Written by: @lordsister/@lordsisterxotome (Click here to support me on ko-fi!<3)

Disclaimer: I do not own Ikemen Vampire or any of its characters. All of that goodness is the property of Cybird. I do, however, own the plot of this fanfic. Please do not repost this on any other website.

Other notes: After the last few days I’ve had, I really needed to write something that was simple and fluffy, nothing much to it besides something to plant a little seed of warmth in your heart - or at least I hope that’s how I’ve written it, haha. Hope you enjoy!

You may have created a monster.

Having idly mentioned Halloween when walking through the park one day, commenting on the trees turned orange by the grip of fall, the curiosity in Arthur’s eyes had immediately sparked to life, and he hadn’t left you alone until you’d answered all of his questions pertaining to the holiday. The creative potential was something he adored, the mystery behind ghosts and the paranormal, the magic behind witches and monsters. His blue gaze simply sparkled as he listened, his grip on you as you sat in his lap tightening as he grew more and more excited.

As such, as writing received a tremendous boom, your words funding his inspiration. Arthur started staying up later, unaware of the hours passing as he filled page after page with new ideas. Your heart warmed at the smile that appeared on his face when a story came together, or the adorable look of concentration that turned his lips into a thoughtful pout, but you started to worry about his health. Lost in his work, he barely ate or slept, and you often found him slumped over his desk in the mornings, his fingers stained with ink and his glasses smooshed against his cheek.

It was a couple of days before Halloween when you had an idea.

The holiday wasn’t celebrated in this time nearly the way it was in the future, but you still wanted to give Arthur a taste of the experience, of the unique joy that came with eating candy and carving pumpkins and watching spooky movies until you couldn’t keep your eyes open. So, on October 31st, having procured everything you would need, you set to work in the kitchen. Sure, lots of different kinds of sweets existed in this era, but none of them really fit the Halloween vibe. Thus, you decided to recreate some of the candies from your childhood, Twix, and Almond Joys, and Snickers.

The first few tries ended up creating misshapen lumps that at the very least tasted better than they looked - the other residents were more than happy to take care of them - but you’d bought extra ingredients for this very reason. You had no recipe to go on after all, only memory of what the treats were supposed to look and taste like.

It was evening by the time you finished your project, gathering the candies onto a plate and brewing a cup of chocolate imbued coffee before setting off for your boyfriend’s room. You knocked before entering, pushing the door open with your hip, and softly called his name as you peeked inside.

Arthur lay asleep on the couch, an arm draped over his stomach as his chest rose and fell with deep, even breaths. Setting the tray of sweets and coffee down on the table, you took a seat beside him on the couch, reaching to run your fingers through his hair.

“Arthur,” you called softly, feeling him stir and lean into your touch. A lazy smile curled at the edge of his lips as he exhaled a soft sigh of content.

“Have you come to join my nap, darling?”

“No,” you chuckled, leaning forward to peck his smiling lips. “I have something for you.”

A brow lifted, his grin taking on a teasing edge. “Is it you?”

“No~...at least not right now.”

He pouted, whining softly as his eyes opened. Removing your hand from his hair, you moved further onto the couch, sliding onto his lap when his arms looped around your waist. His body was warm with sleep, gentle as he held you, and you could feel him relaxing again as you drew circles into his chest. Despite what you’d said before about not joining him for a nap, this felt so nice. He had been so busy writing lately, the two of you hadn’t had many opportunities to snuggle, but this wasn’t what you’d come here for and the coffee would get cold if you waited too much longer.

Arthur made a noise of protest as you rose from him, reaching for the tray.

“Chocolates?” he asked, his arms still around your waist.

“Not just any kind of chocolate. Halloween candy!”

That same spark that had appeared when you’d first told him about the holiday entered his eyes again, childlike. “It’s different from today’s sweets?”

“Very different.”

“Well then.” He shifted, lazing against the arm of the sofa as he leveled half-lidded eyes your way. “Why don’t you feed me one? Do you mind?”

Lifting a pseudo Snickers from the plate, you offered it to him, feeling your cheeks warm and your eyes skitter away when his lips closed around yours fingertips as well as the candy. Your boyfriend really was too flirty for his own good. At least you knew he only meant this intimacy for you.

“Peanuts...and caramel...and chocolate?” he asked, licking his lips and happily accepting another from your hesitant fingers.

“Yep.” Taking an Almond Joy for yourself, you smiled at the familiar taste of almonds and coconut and the fond memories it brought with it.

“You made these all for me?”

“Yeah.” Your smile turned a little sheepish now, eyes locked on the plate in your hands. “You seemed so excited about Halloween. I know we can’t watch scary movies or go trick-or-treating, but I wanted to share this with you, something from my childhood.” It was a little embarrassing to say it out loud, but the sweet tasting kiss he swept you up in erased all feelings of discomfort, licking away a morsel of melted chocolate on the corner of your lip when he pulled away.

Only a few smudges of chocolate remained on the plate not long after, mugs of coffee wrapped in your hands as you resumed your cuddling.

“Will you read me some of what you’ve been writing?” you asked, leaning your head against your Englishman’s shoulder.

You felt a little burst of happiness vibrate through him, but he chuckled wryly as he asked, “You want to hear it? I’m afraid it’s dreadfully messy right now.”

Turning to look up at him, you smiled. “Of course.”

Leaving to bounce over to his desk, he gathered up a sheaf of papers before rejoining you on the couch, curling under the blanket with you.

It may not have been trick-or-treating or scary movies, but as the art of Arthur’s words wrapped around you, the coffee warming you from the inside out, you couldn’t think of a better way to spend Halloween with your beloved.

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Female companions react to being severely injured while on the road with Sole.

Cait: On the road again. Not that she’d have it any other way. Being out here with Sole sure did beat being stuck in that cage in the Combat Zone.

“Where is it we’re headed again?” Cait grumbled as she fell in step with Sole. They walked so fecking fast.

Sole glanced over at their friend, giving them a cheeky grin. “Oh, just somewhere a bit spooky.” They teased.

Cait rolled her eyes and made a disgusted noise. Spooky? What could possibly be considered spooky in this fucked up world they lived in. “Oh come on, stop fecking about.”

Sole sniggered ever so slightly. “We’re headed to Salem Cait. They had the witch trials there, supposedly very haunted.” Even though it seemed ridiculous, Sole liked holding onto the thought of anything pre-war.

Cait raised an eyebrow. Witches? Haunted? What the fuck was Sole playing at here.

.........................

Cait kept her hand on her gun as they approached the Museum of Witchcraft. It was very unsettling. She didn’t like how quiet it was. “Sole this was a bad fecking idea I’m telling ye’.” She breathed, eyes darting around as she tried to catch her bearings.

“You’re just letting your fears get to you. Come on Cait, it’s just a museum.” Sole shook their head as they took confident strides towards the decrepit building. “I just want to see if they have any books or something left behind.”

“My fears are not-.” Cait was cut short by a horrific sight in front of her. “Holy fuck- he’s been torn apart.”

Laying in front of them was the corpse of what appeared to be a Gunner. They had been torn apart by something, their torso split open, one arm half hanging off. A terrible sight.

“What the feck could do that to someone.” Cait whispered through gritted teeth as she looked towards the entrance to the museum.

Sole took a deep breath and shook their head. “Hell I don’t know...but this is fresh. And Gunners never run alone- there could be people trapped inside.” They looked towards Cait. Despite how scared they were, Sole couldn’t just walk away if there was a chance there was any survivors.

“Shite.” Cait muttered. Sole was right. Gunners never worked alone. If she could have it her way they would just turn around and walk the fuck outta there. But she knew Sole well enough now to know that wasn’t an option.

It didn’t take the pair long to find a way inside the museum. The front door had been chained from the inside or something, but they eventually found a basement they could enter through.

The building was silent as they decended down the stairway. It wasn’t the normal kind of silence. It was more of an terrifying one. The kind that makes you think something is gonna jump out at you. But that wasn’t going to stop them.

“Whatever it is... it’s killed these guys as well.” Sole whispered as the pointed her gun towards more tore up bodies. These seemed fresher than the one outside. The metalic smell of blood filling the air around them.

“Yeah... I reckon a couple of hours at most.” Cait agreed quietly, looking up to notice a large hole in the ceiling. “Seems like whatever it is found a quicker way up than the stairs.”

Cait did not like this. Not one fecking bit. She was all for danger. But this. This was something else entirely.

Just as Cait was going to suggest they leave a rumble came from the floor above. Something big was moving up there. Something real fecking big.

“What the fuck is that?” Sole’s eyes were wide with fear. Suddenly this fun little trip was definitely not so fun anymore. They looked to Cait, giving a slight nod before slowly walking up the stairs.

Whatever was moving around up their was causing the unstable building to rumble. The floor creaked, the windows (that hadn’t already shattered) were shaking. Surely this place wasn’t really haunted?

“Listen Sole- whatever that is... I think we should leave.” Cait suggested, though she knew that Sole wouldn’t agree. If there was a chance of saving people, they would. So as they stepped up onto the ground floor she took a deep breath.

What happened next came out of nowhere. The pair had barely been on the ground floor before there had been a ungodly sound ringing through both of their ears. Whatever had ripped those people apart had spotted them. And it was mad.

“What the feck-.” Cait turned and her eyes widened. A Deathclaw. Shite. She was just about to take a shot even suddenly a giant claw had swiped at her.

Cait was thrown back down the stairs at the force of being hit. She could feel a large gash open in her abdomen, blood beginning to pool out of her. Fuck.

She could hear Sole screaming out for her. She could hear that monster letting out it’s horrendous sounds. But she was helpless. She couldn’t feel anything. Her vision going blurry.

“Cait! Cait!” Sole continued to scream. They were cornered. This monster had seemingly killed Cait. And now it was going to kill them. All they could do was keep pulling the trigger, keep taking shots. Keep fighting.

“S-Sole...” Cait gasped, finally regaining some function over her body. Her hand moved down to her injury. It was deep. She was bleeding. Bleeding out maybe? Fuck. Was she dying?

The commotion caused by Sole and the Deathclaw filled the building with gunshots and roars. Whatever was going on up there was intense.

Cait patted her pack desperately trying to open it. If she was going to die it was going to be on her terms. She took a deep breath, injected a stimpack directly to her injury. “Fuck...” She hissed in pain.

If she could just get up the stairs she could help. Help her friend. If she was going to die she was going to die fighting. Not bleeding out in a basement alone.

After a few deep breaths Cait managed to muster up enough strength to begin to drag herself up the stairs. Each step she pulled herself up cause her agony. But she was going to do this. She wasn’t going to die down there. Not while her friend was facing getting ripped apart.

“You fucking demon!” Sole screamed at the Deathclaw as they took cover behind a display case. “I’m gonna see you fucking rot for what you’ve done!” As if the Deathclaw knew what they were saying. But it was making them fight harder. Each shot they took landed in the beasts thick hide, but it didn’t seem to be doing much damage. Cait was the one with a shot gun, all Sole had was a pistol. They were fucked.

Cait could hear her friend fighting for their life and it seemed to create a new burst of energy in her. She dragged herself up the remaining steps, letting out grunts of pain as she did so.

The stairs were only the first hurdle. Now she was up them Cait had to somehow get on her feet. If she could just stand she could get a shot on that beast. It was in her sight now, but she couldn’t get it from down on the floor.

“H-hold on Sole... I’m gonna get this blighter.” She breathed out, shifting herself into a sitting position. “C’mon Cait... stop being a fecking flower- get up.”

Cait pressed her back firmly against the wall and with every remaining ounce of energy she had in her pushed herself to her feet, using the wall to hold her up. “Over here ye’ ugly bastard!”

Both Sole and the Deathclaw looked over in Caits direction. Soles eyes widening. “Cait! No!” They cried out helplessly as the beast charged Cait.

With a deep breath Cait cocked her gun. “Hail fecking Mary.” She breathed as the beast approached. And just as she was within its reach...

BANG!

The Deathclaw hit the floor, it’s body going limp. It lay there. Gapping hole in its chest. Cait had blown right through the fucker.

“Fecking haunted my arse.” Cait grunted as she slumped back down to the floor. “Sole get me the feck out of here before I bleed out. There’s no fecking way I’m dying before I get a chance to beat yer arse for convincing me to come out here with ye’.”

Curie: Being on the road with Sole was an experience Curie was thoroughly enjoying in her new human form. It opened up the opportunity for her to feel a range of emotions. And she had been making note of each one.

As they made their way along the dusty Commonwealth road Curie couldn’t help but have a slight skip in her step. Sole had promised to show her somewhere extremely interesting, somewhere that she would be able to learn so much.

“Ah Sole.” Curie began, her voice rather chirpy. “Why ave’ you kept where we are going a secret?” Secrets. This was another thing Curie was new to. She found them rather exciting.

Sole glanced to their friend and shot her a cheeky smile. “Because, the look on your face when we get there is gonna be priceless.”

Curie took a few moments. This was a new saying. How could the way her face looked be priceless? What would cause such a thing? Ah well. She was far too excited to question what her friend was saying.

“It as’ been a rather quiet day, no?” Curie commented as she looked around her.

This was a very true statement. Usually when they would make such long journeys like these each day would have some sort of setback. But surprisingly to the two of them it had been very quiet.

Sole nodded, a slight frown forming on their lips. “Yeah... you’re right.” They said quietly, glancing around. “Maybe a bit too quiet.”

One thing the Commonwealth had taught Sole was that you couldn’t trust the quiet. It may have sounded a stupid statement. But it usually meant that something was brewing. Something bad.

“Maybe we should take a break.” Sole mumbled. Usually they would ask Curie whether or not she would like a break. But right now they were deciding. There was a strange feeling in the air now. They needed to catch their bearings.

A exasperated sigh left Curie’s lips. A break now? She was becoming rather impatient. Ah! A new feeling to make a note of.

“Very well.” Curie nodded her head. “But a short one, yes? I am feeling rather excited for wherever it iz we are going.”

Sole gave a slight nod towards and empty diner they had been walking towards. “We’ll catch our bearings in there. Better make sure we have a bit of cover just in case.”

The pair made their way into the long since abandoned diner. There was no sign of anyone being there in a long time. The perfect spot to sit down, get some food in them and all together recharge before they got a move on.

Sole allowed about an hour to pass before looking to Curie. They hadn’t been able to shake that feeling that something was going to go wrong Since Curie had mentioned how quiet it was. It was making them uneasy.

“I think we need to be extra vigilant when we’re back on the road.” They commented casually, trying not to let on just how uneasy they were feeling.

Curie tilted her head ever so slightly to the side. “If you do not mind me asking... why must we be more vigilant?”

Sole shrugged their shoulders. “Oh no reason. It’s just you know how it is. When it’s quiet that’s usually a good indicator that trouble is gonna happen.”

This was not something that Curie knew. This was actually new information. And she was making a mental note of it. “When it iz quiet that means there iz a pozzibility for trouble.” She nodded.

Curie stood up, brushing off some of the dust that had fell on her since they had stopped at the diner. “Well my friend... I think it iz about time we get a move on, no?”

What neither of them had realised that the whole time they had been sitting in the cover of the diner a group of mercenaries had been scouting them out. And Curie standing up had given their sniper a near perfect shot.

“Yeah... yeah let’s get a move on.” Sole agreed. But before they could even get on their feet a shot suddenly zoomed through one of the windows.

Curie had been turning to look at Sole as this happened. But that didn’t stop the bullet from striking her in the neck.

“Fuck! Curie!” Soul quickly grabbed her by the waist, pulling her down under the cover of the walls before another shot could be taken. “Shit... shit...” They hissed, quickly applying pressure to the wound.

“I-I ave’ been shot...” Curie gasped. Suddenly she was feeling a range of new emotions she had never felt before. So many that she couldn’t even make a mental note of them.

“It’s gonna be okay... just... Curie tell me what to do.” Sole practically begged as they cradled Curie. They knew whoever had taken that shot was still outside the diner. But right now all they could think about was how much blood was currently pouring out of the bullet wound.

Curie was trying to take deep and slow breaths. She knew that were she to panic as well both of their lives would be at risk.

“You must- you must make us safe, no?” Curie looked into Soles eyes, her own filling with tears. “P-put my and’ on the wound... I will ave’ to keep pressure on eet until we are safe.”

Sole did as Curie instructed. They laid her down, taking one of her hands and placing it over the wound. “Just hold tight okay Curie... I’m gonna kill that bastard and then we’re gonna get you sorted.” Sole assured before they moved away from Curie, to draw any more fire away from her.

It was funny. As she laid there Curie felt peaceful. She knew that she had been shot in a very dangerous spot, and by the amount of blood she had lost she was well aware this could be it. Her life could very well be ending.

She had completely zoned out from the sound of gunfire. She forgot Sole was even there trying to kill whoever had shot her. This was what death felt like? Surely not? Curie had always heard people speak of death in such a negative way. Yet as she lay here she couldn’t help but feel happy.

Curie allowed her eyes to close. Memories running through her mind. A specific one was sticking out. And she didn’t hesitate to allow herself to relive it.

‘Curie! Curie!’ Sole called out, a cheery smile on their face as they entered her new laboratory. ‘Look at what I found for ya.’

Curie let out a gasp of disbelief as she looked at what Sole was holding in their hand. ‘It eez a vault tec Bobble Head?’ She couldn’t hardly believe her eyes.

‘Yeah but look!’ Sole grinned as they pointed to the labcoat the little figure was wearing. ‘It’s a medicine one... I thought you’d like it for you desk.’

A gift? For her? Curie had never received a gift before. And she could hardly hold back her happiness as she took the small figure into her hands

‘Thank you my friend.’ She breathed as she looked up at Sole.

“Curie! Curie!”

Suddenly Curies eyes shot open. She was no longer stood in her laboratory with her friend. She was laying on the hard floor, bleeding out.

“God... Curie don’t close your eyes... please.” Sole begged as they once again took over placing pressure on Curies wound. “We’re safe now yeah- I killed them.” Sole assured.

Curie managed a faint smile. “We are safe.” She agreed, her eyes meeting Soles. Such kind eyes they had. “I don’t believe zhe bullet as’ it’ a major artery...” She breathed. “Otherwise I would not ave’ woken up from that dream. You must patch me up my friend. And zen we may return home, yes?”

Piper: Piper couldn’t help but grin as her and Sole walked along. They were doing one of her favourite activities, following a distress signal.

Understandable this seemed rather odd to be a favoured activity. But Piper couldn’t help it. A distress signal meant one of two things: they were going to save someone or they were going to be too late but there would be a decent news story about what had happened.

She was just glad it was her and Sole out on the road together, following the beep of the signal.

“You know, I don’t think we’ve ever headed this far north before Blue.” Piper commented as she glanced around her. She didn’t recognise this area. This was exciting. Somewhere new!

Sole nodded their head in agreement, matching Pipers grin. “You know I think you may be right Miss Reporter.” They teased, giving her a playful nudge as they continued on their way.

Piper rolled her eyes. Yeah yeah. Back at it with the Miss Reporter. That was something Blue had got into a habit of calling her when she stated the obvious. It was all in good jest of course. She wasn’t really annoyed. In fact ninety five percent of the time she would go along with the joke.

“I’m willing to bet a night of drinks at the Dugout that the signal is coming from over there.” Piper joked as she pointed towards a stretch of the highway that had been turned into a rather rough looking settlement. It was surrounded by cars and trucks, looked pretty fortified from where they were standing.

Sole chuckled and nodded. “You know what Miss Reporter. I think you’re right.” They teased, giving Piper yet another nudge as they walked towards the settlement.

As the duo approached the settlement it seemed as though it was empty. There wasn’t any sign of people, ghouls or mutants. Not even a Bloatfly buzzing around. Strange. But not out of the realms of possibility.

“Maybe whoever it is got lost out here.” Sole commented as they checked the map on their PipBoy. “We’re pretty far out from anywhere. I know a few Minutemen are stationed close by- but if you didn’t know that I guess you’d assume you were all alone.”

Pipers eyebrows raised. She was impressed. Very impressed. Sole wasn’t usually this good at coming up with theories. They usually left that job to her.

“Well Blue... I reckon you might be on to something here.” Piper nodded her head in agreement.

They were getting closer now. There was still no signs of anyone. It was quiet as well. Sole was starting to doubt that whoever had set up the distesss signal was even still out here. It did seem a bit odd but they shrugged that feeling off.

The closer they got the louder the beep got. The distesss signal was definitely coming from one of the shacks situated out here. There was no doubt in either Sole or Pipers mind about that. They had definitely found the right place.

“Blue. I don’t think anyone is out here.” Piper mumbled, slightly disappointed in the outcome. She had been hoping for either a wastelander in need or rescue or at least something interesting she could make a note of. “Damn it, we really walked all this way out here for nothing?”

Sole frowned and nodded their head. “Yeah I think-.”

“STUPID PUNY HUMANS!” A mutant roared as they suddenly came barging out one of the shacks.

Well. This was going to be more exciting than finding nothing at least? That’s whag Piper was thinking to herself in that moment.

“Shit! Mutants! Duck down!” Piper called to Blue.

The duo dived behind seperate cars. It was the only cover they had from the onslaught of bullets the mutant was currently firing at them.

“Brilliant! Just brilliant!” Sole shouted over to Piper, an excited grin spread across their lips. “At least we didn’t walk all this way for nothing now, huh?!”

Piper shook her head. “Oh shut up and start shooting! I can hear more of them... if we don’t hurry up they’re gonna slaughter us!” Even though she was trying desperately to hide it, she was just as excited as Sole.

Piper had been right. There was at least five super mutants shooting at the two of them now. It was a good thing these pea for brains had terrible aim the reporter thought to herself.

What happened next neither of them had expected. One of the mutants had ran over, live bomb in hand. And just before it reached them it’s bomb had gone off. But this set off a series of events. The first being the car Piper had been using for cover also exploding, there had been a mine inside of it. The next thing to happen was the car explosion then setting off a series of mines.

The next thing Piper knew was she was laying in the dirt, caked in blood and grime, staring up at the sky. She couldn’t hear anything. Her ears were ringing. Holy shit. What had just happened?

Piper tried to push herself up, but to no avail. “My legs... I- Blue my legs! I can’t feel them!” Piper screamed. Though she couldn’t even hear herself. Her hearing was muffled. Her lower body numb. Fuck.

Where was Blue? Piper frantically turned her head, trying to catch sight of her friend. But nothing. All she could see was smoke and dust from the explosions. Was she still where she had originally been when hiding? Had the blast been strong enough to send her flying.

Piper began to panic. She couldn’t see Blue. They were dead. The explosion must have killed them. And now the mutants were going to come over and finish her off. Oh god. Poor Nat. She was never going to see her big sister again. She was going to have to fend for herself, the same way Piper had done when their dad had died. No. No! This was cruel. This wasn’t fair.

Just as Piper was ready to cry out for help something grabbed her collar. Fuck. She was being dragged through the dirt. Who the fuck was dragging her? Was it a mutant. Was she being taken by mutants?

Piper dug her hands into the ground. All she could hear was ringing but that didn’t stop her from shouting. “No! No! Blue! Blue help!” She cried out. Trying her hardest to fight against whatever was dragging her along.

Suddenly the dragging stoped, her back was pressed against sometbing metal. She looked up to see the familiar shape of a car. Only difference was this was smouldering and falling apart. Must have been the one that exploded. She couldn’t help but think how mutants had a sick sense of humour.

It was when Piper looked up some hope returned to her. It hadn’t been a mutant dragging her away. It had been Blue pulling her to cover. Oh Blue. She shouldn’t have doubted them.

Good news was her hearing was slowly coming back. She could hear gunshots as she watched Blue shooting from behind cover. They were still fighting. Still trying to save her. She couldn’t help the helpless feeling she had right now. But she knew Blue would do everything they could to keep her safe.

Sole suddenly slumped down, letting out some deep breaths. “That was the last of them.” They breathed, running a hand through their hair.

Just like Piper Sole was covered in dirt and blood. The explosion had been enough to knock them back, but Piper had been at the epicentre. It was a miracle she hadn’t been blown to pieces.

Sole looked at Piper, moving slightly so they could assess her injuries. Fuck she was in pretty bad shape. Her legs seemed to have taken the brunt of the injuries.

“Hold on Pipes... Im Gonna set off a flare.” Sole mumbled as they pulled out the flare gun Preston had given them. They knew there was minutemen in the area. Which meant help would be on the way.

Piper winced as Sole shot the flare up. Wait. That was good. She heard the flare. She wasn’t deaf. “Fuck- Blue.” Piper gasped. Now the initial shock was over she couldn’t suddenly feel the extent of her injuries.

Sole rummaged in their pack, pulling out a Stimpack. “Hold still.” They mumbled softly before injecting Piper. “Help will be on its way okay? We’ll get you straight to a doctor.”

Piper looked up at Blue, tears in her eyes. “Blue... Blue I can’t feel my legs.” She sobbed, the realisation hitting her that this very well could be permanent. “Why can’t I feel my legs? Are they still there?” She hadn’t even looked at them yet. She was too scared. And it was showing.

Sole nodded, moving their hands to her cheeks. “Don’t worry Piper... theyre still there okay? It’s going to be okay.”

Piper nodded slowly, letting out cry of pain as she lifted her hands. Oh god. Her hands. They were... well... they were barely there anymore. She’d lost half of her fingers and she hadn’t even realised. “Oh God Blue... we should have never come out here.”

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Day 3: Perverse Fairy Tail World Pairing: Gray Fullbuster, Juvia Lockser Series: Fairy Tail Rating: M for sensitive language and content

Italicized – Gray’s inner thoughts

A few more steps. Just a few more steps and Juvia will be reunited with her Gray-sama.

The only thing that kept Juvia going was the anticipation of having her Gray-sama in her arms. With the simple picture of throwing her arms around the elusive Gray Fullbuster, Juvia endured the few miles she needed to walk to finally see her beloved Ice-Make mage.

Her whole body was aching – literally and figuratively. Throbbing from all the fighting she encountered in Camellia City and yearning to be with Gray-sama. The job consisted of ridding the town of an ancient monster accidentally conjured from a book by the City’s Mayor. All thanks to Gajeel, who just wouldn’t listen to Juvia, everything easily got out of hand. The three-day job had them out of Magnolia for five days. Juvia wasn’t happy. But Juvia was not one to throw blames.

Juvia’s body had an instant reaction. As soon as she saw the newly constructed Fairy Tail Building, her imagination geared to life. Her eyes twinkled with anticipation as she imagined throwing herself into Gray-sama’s arms and him tell Juvia how much he missed her, and that Juvia should never leave his side again.

“Juvia will never leave again, Gray-sama.” Juvia had the habit of imagining things. Not only that, she had the habit of spacing out too.

In Gajeel’s opinion, it was Juvia’s day dreaming that slowed them down, even if she refused to admit it. So, even if she was too old to get a hit from him, Gajeel just couldn’t wait to see his family.

“Cut it out, Rain Woman.”

The pain at the back of her head brought Juvia back to reality. But it was a good reality since any second from now Juvia would be reunited with her Gray-sama.

“Gray-sama! Juvia’s back.” announced Juvia as she burst through the guild’s door. Her expert eyes scanned the hall for her beloved and found him sitting at the bar counter talking to Mira. She wasted no time running to where the ice-mage was and jumped him.

“Juvia misses Gray-sama very much.”

She held on to Gray’s free arm and leaned her head against her shoulder, needing the contact. Juvia had always been oblivious to Gray’s reaction to her public display of affection. But that’s because he was good at masking them with his scolding. In fact, she would have never noticed how the blood rushed to Gray’s head the moment she leaned into him.

Today was different. Juvia observed how Gray turned red and not because she started noticing but because somehow a voice in her head just spelled it out for her.

I wish Juvia would stop leaning too much. I could feel her breasts!

Juvia’s loving gaze slid down from Gray’s stiffened face to where their contact was. There she found Gray’s arm cushioned against her ample breasts.

I wonder if it’s as soft in the touch as how it feels. Should I touch them? They’re just there.

Juvia panicked. Where was the voice coming from and why did it sound so much like his Gray-sama? Did her day-dreaming reached the level of actually hearing Gray’s thoughts in her head?

That was spooky.

When Juvia peered through her lashes, she saw Gray-sama folding his lips, his brows furrowed and looking like he was fighting an internal battle. It was only when she followed the direction of his now rounded eyes that she thought that maybe she might not be imagining things. One horrifying realization hit Juvia.

Could it really be her Gray-sama’s voice talking about wanting to touch her breasts? Because the way he was looking at them…

Before Gray could have the chance to withdraw his poor arm and give in to the tempting softness of the water mage’s breasts, Juvia quickly let go.

“Why do you two look so flustered?”

The two flushed youngsters looked away from the questioning Mira and spit out incoherent words trying to deny nothing.

“J-ju-juvia will… ju-juvia should go.”

“Ye-yeah. I-I think Erza is calling me.”

“B-b-bye Gray-sama. See you later.”

Juvia didn’t even wait for his response before she just flew out of there. She ran out there too fast Gray swore he saw the water-mage leave a dust cloud forming her figure.

“Don’t you think those two are acting strange?” Mira wiped the counter clean and moved forward to where a certain card-mage was drinking herself out of wits.

“Those two are strange, Mira. They’re not just acting like one.” Cana managed to answer as she downed another barrel.

…

Juvia paced the short distance between her bed and the door. Was she imagining things again? She did, she must be imagining things, right? There was no way she could read people’s mind.

Earlier, she dashed over Gajeel’s at record speed. She wasn’t able to ask the Iron Dragon Slayer if the same thing was happening to him when he unceremoniously kicked the poor water-mage out of his house. The twins were asleep and he said he didn’t need a ridiculous water-mage to wake them up.

Tired of pacing back and forth, Juvia dropped to her bed. There was no way she could hear Gray-sama’s thoughts. There was no such thing as mind-reading.

What a naïve girl, of course there was such a thing as mind-reading.

A surprised gasp escaped her mouth and she bolted up her soft mattress. Her blue eyes widened at the memory of what Camellia’s mayor told her.

The Mayor of the City of Camellia didn’t have enough to pay the Fairy Tail mages. She said she got robbed the day before. Because Gajeel and Levy just had twins, Juvia was okay for Gajeel to receive the payment. The Iron Dragon Slayer wasn’t okay with the arrangement at first, suggesting they just divide whatever was available but Juvia managed to convince him otherwise. She said it was for the twins so the self appointed godmother was okay with Gajeel getting the reward.

Feeling touched and a bit guilty, Mayor Kamada of Camellia City offered to pay Juvia a wish instead. When Gajeel was out of the Mayor’s office, the old lady pulled Juvia to the corner.

“A wish?”

“Yes.” The corner of the mayor’s eyes crinkled as she smiled. Then, she raised one finger to count, “one wish.”

Juvia was skeptical. She never heard of any mage that granted wishes. What was she a genie? She returned the Mayor’s smile, albeit awkwardly.

“There’s no need for it, Ms. Mayor.” Juvia politely declined. “If there’s nothing Juvia can do for you, Juvia should be going.”

The lady Mayor chuckled. She stopped Juvia by the hand, pulled her close to look into her round blue eyes.

“Don’t you have anything you want? Your deepest, darkest desire?”

The Mayor’s dark green eyes were so hypnotic that Juvia absentmindedly repeated her words.

“Deepest, darkest desire?”

Frantic hands flew to her now agape mouth. She had goosebumps just remembering the weird, spooky leader. All of a sudden, Juvia had a moment of epiphany, hitting her in the head like a pandemonium. Could it be that the strange Mayor gave her the power to read minds? She ran to Cana’s room to test the theory. But she failed to read Cana’s mind. Then, to Laki and lastly to Evergreen.

Juvia wandered back to her own room. She was right; the mind-reading antics earlier was just a result of her overactive imagination. The water-mage covered her mouth as she gasped in surprise. She wanted to hide from the dormitory Head Girl, Erza Scarlet, patrolling the halls of Fairy Hills after dark. It was a little past 10:00 p.m. and Juvia should really be in bed by now. Juvia tiptoed along the hall towards her room, trying not to make any noise and be found.

“Juvia.”

A slow burning shrill slid up her spine. Nothing escaped those brown hawk eyes.

“You shouldn’t be wandering these halls in the middle of the night, Juvia. It’s past our curfew.”

Juvia bowed her head, spitting out apologies. Erza stopped her before she broke her back bending over for a ninety-degree apology.

“You look so tired. Are you alright?”

“Juvia just came back from a job, Erza-san.” reasoned Juvia.

“I see. You better get some rest then.”

Juvia nodded and proceeded to her room. She just passed the Requip mage when she made the decision. She wasn’t going to get a good night sleep from all the thinking so she better just get it off her chest.

Juvia was now in Erza’s room, sipping some tea that the red-head prepared.

“It’s Chrysanthemum.” Erza poured Juvia a cup before she replaced the pot on the table. “It’s good for the sleep.” She sat with Juvia on the bed beside the cautious water-mage. “Can you tell me the story one more time?”

Juvia finished her tea in one go before she retold the whole story to Erza, from the moment she step foot in Camellia City to Gray wanting to what she thought he said in his mind was grope her.

Erza considered it for a moment – which seemed forever for Juvia.

“I heard stories about a woman who granted wishes. I didn’t know they were true.”

“What should Juvia do, Erza-san?”

“So, Gray is a boob man.”

“Erza-san!”

Erza quickly apologized for having been too occupied by the information. The two then planned on how to confront this gift or curse the entire night.

…

The water mage just never learned. Experience showed that no one should ever ask help from Requip mage. With fighting? Sure. But with the nature of her problem? Juvia should listen to experience.

Because when Titania got excited about a plan, it was supposed to blow.

And now, the Queen of the Fairies put Juvia on the most revealing clothes the water mage had ever seen. Her breasts, same breasts that appealed to the seemingly stoic ice-mage, as she discovered yesterday, were pushed together in the most seductive way, so tight that she almost fainted. Even mages, who were not her Gray-sama, were looking her way. The Requip mage also reminded Juvia that she had to greet the shy ice-make mage in the most sheepish way possible, like she was guilty and needed punishment.

“Gray-sama.” shyly greeted Juvia without looking into Gray’s now startled dark blue eyes, as if she didn’t even deserve to look at him.

When Juvia walked up to Gray, she confirmed her suspicions. Only, it seemed that the power has grown more powerful. Not only was she able to hear his thoughts, Juvia was able to see Gray’s imagination.

Damn it.

Gray’s imagination rolled like a film and lucky for Juvia, she was on the front row seat.

In Gray’s perverted imagination, Juvia was now in a maid uniform, her hair tied in pigtails, kneeling before him and welcoming him like the good servant that she was. She greeted her master abashedly, her eyes averted away, her cheeks powdered in reddish pink, just the way Gray liked it. Her cleavage was on full display, just the way Gray wanted it.

Gray could already feel the blood rush to that one body part down south. Before he embarrassed himself, Gray disappeared like the coyote.

Damn it, Gray! Wait ‘til you reach home.

Even miles away, Juvia could hear her beloved’s thoughts.

…

Erza rolled around her bed laughing. Juvia glared at her and the Requip mage laughed even more.

Who knew Gray had that kind of fantasy?

“I guess boys will be boys.”

“Erza-san is not helpful at all.” Juvia rolled her eyes. She was nowhere near the answer than when she started. All she know now was that Gray had fantasies about her – in a maid costume.

“Hey!” complained Erza. “I helped you confirm your new found magic, didn’t I?”

Juvia had to admit that Erza was right.

“Then what should Juvia do?”

After Erza finished laughing her heart out and wiping the corner of her eyes, she turned to Juvia with a serious look.

“It’s not a question of what you should do but of what you want to do with it.”

That made Juvia think. With her new found power, what did she want to do about it?

Before she could continue the conversation and voice out her thoughts, the crazy Requip mage returned to fisting her bed in hysterical laughter. She was spewting rubbish like ‘maid fantasy’, ‘boob guy’ and ‘that pervert’. Juvia raised a brow at the breathless Requip Mage.

Did she really have the right to call Gray a pervert? Her? That person who almost forced Juvia to wear a seduction armor? Juvia had to fight for her life to get rid of that apron Erza was calling seduction armor.

…

“Gray-sama,” called out Juvia. “can Juvia talk to Gray-sama?”

Juvia felt Gray’s cautious gaze journey from her pleading eyes down her lips, her covered breasts and the curve of her waist. She was back to her usual, conventional clothing.

Seems safe.

“You can sit here.” Gray offered the bar stool next to him.

Juvia guardedly looked around the populated guild. “Maybe not here, Gray-sama.”

Juvia seems serious. Is there something wrong?

Gray studied Juvia once more. But before he could voice out his concern, Juvia answered his unaired question.

“There’s nothing wrong with Juvia, Gray-sama. Juvia just have something important to say.”

Shit. Did she just read my mind? Oh. Maybe it was just obvious on my face?

Gray failed to see Juvia’s request as urgent so he left her no choice but to grab him by the hand and drag him along with her outside the guild.

Wait, where is she taking me? Everyone’s looking at us weirdly.

“I’m not whipped, flame-brain!” Gray had the need to set the record straight.

“Hey, Juvia, wait a little.”

Wow, I didn’t know Juvia had such a strong grip.

He could easily pull Juvia back to stop but secretly, he was enjoying this aggressiveness.

Whoa, it gotten even tighter. Speaking of tight…

Juvia could see Gray’s mind jump to her sexy outfit yesterday that pushed her breasts together.

I should stop thinking about ‘tight’ or else.

Juvia stopped dead in her tracks. So suddenly that Gray almost crashed into her.

“Hey, is everything alright?” Gray was genuinely concerned now.

Juvia turned to him, all flushed, embarrassed but also determined.

“First, Gray-sama should really stop thinking.

“Thinking about what?”

Hold up! I didn’t say that ‘tight’ out loud, did I?

“About everything.”

“Because, here it goes, Juvia… well, Juvia…”

Why is she so fidgety and she can’t even look at me straight. Is it that hard to say?

Gray put his hands on her shoulders to keep her from turning and fiddling.

“Hey, relax, Juvia.”

He made her face him to coax out the words from the restless water-mage.

“Well, you see. Juvia can...”

“Juvia can what?”

“JuviacanreadGray-sama’smind!” she blurted out in one breath.

“What?”

Gray loosened his hold on Juvia’s shoulders.

“Gray-sama is making a weird face.” Juvia peeked through her lashes only to see Gray’s face arranged in a way that she could only say as horrified.

What the actual f–.

…

Gray sat at the curb behind the Fairy Tail Building. It’s been an hour or so since he last said something. Juvia grew worried.

“Gray-sama, please talk to Juvia.”

She had to ask him because Gray’s mind went totally blank. If Juvia was to come inside his brain, she would only see an endless of darkness. Pitch black.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” Gray finally looked at Juvia again. “I’m just trying to process everything.” admitted Gray.

It was true. Juvia could sense Gray’s brain light up again. He was starting to think.

“So, you can read everything, huh?”

Gray wasn’t mad. He looked at Juvia with a soft gaze – apologetic and understanding.

“Yes.”

“Even the…” he purposely left out the last part. Too embarrassed to say out loud.

Maid costume?

“Yes.”

Shit.

“Juvia–”

“–Gray-sama does not need to explain.”

Juvia placed Gray’s hands in hers; Squeezed them gently to comfort him.

“Juvia understands.” Juvia offered him a considerate smile; one Gray returned almost immediately.

“If that’s the case,” Gray put his hand over Juvia’s and gently pulled her to sit next to him. “I guess there’s no more point not saying it.”

Gray composed himself. It was all new to him and he had no idea how to go about it.

How should I say it? Where do I start? Dammit, why do I feel so nervous?

“Gray-sama doesn’t have to say it. Juvia could hear his thoughts.” And sometimes see them but she wasn’t going to tell him that.

“No.” Gray’s face was pulled in a serious look. “I have to say it at least once.” He turned to face Juvia, brows knitted in a determined look. “The truth Juvia is that… I,” He looked into her eyes – two calm oceans. “I don’t know what romantic love is.”

Juvia gave him a smile of understanding but she knew Gray still had something to say.

“But when I think about romantic love, all I see is you.”

Juvia had to tell herself to hold it together because the best part was about to happen.

Gray sighed, accepting the fact that he couldn’t keep this from the woman anymore. But his demons knocked on his door. As Gray always did, he opened the door and let them in.

But as I am now, I’m not enough.

“No. Gray-sama is more than enough.”

Panic rounded Juvia’s eyes. Her chest tightened hearing her beloved’s inner doubts. The worse part was that she was apparently the reason.

“Juvia because of me... you…” Gray’s breathing became labored.

Juvia could see he was reliving the horror of the thought of Juvia dying in his arms. Self-hatred peered through the other emotions as Gray remembered that he was the reason. She could see now and could hear how much pain he was finding her lifeless body next to his. Self-hatred jumped into the frontline, pushing doubt and pain into the back burner. What he hated the most was that he was alive because of Juvia.

Tears brimmed Juvia’s blue eyes, the calm ocean brewing into raging seas. Looking into Gray’s memories, Juvia could feel all the self-loathing, the powerful hate that turned Gray against his own best-friend, almost killing him. Then, the relief of finding out that Juvia was alive. The powerful emotions transfixed her in her place as they overwhelmed Juvia one after the other.

Gray wiped the corner of her eyes with the back of his thumb. “It wasn’t your fault.” He’d hate himself more than ever if he made her feel like his insecurities were Juvia’s responsibility. He rested his forehead against Juvia’s and whispered the words one more time.

“You need to know, Juvia, I did what I did because…”

Gray’s breath hitched in his throat.

“because…” but as he struggled to say the words, Gray decided to become a man of action. What’s the point of saying it since Juvia practically could just read his mind. “because…”

Gray experimentally brushed his lips against Juvia’s.

They’re so soft… and warm.

He tilted his head and brushed his lips against hers once again.

“because…”

Gray chanted between kisses until he got tired of saying ‘because’. He placed his open palm behind her head and held her against him so he could have a taste Juvia over and over again. The ice-mage was the one who broke the kiss. He rested his head against Juvia’s as the two inexperienced couple catch their breaths.

“because?” But even with that breath-taking kiss, Juvia still wanted to hear the words. When she tried to look into his thoughts, it surprised Juvia that she couldn’t see or hear anything.

“Gray-sama!” She jumped in surprise. “Juvia can’t seem to read Gray-sama’s mind!”

“What? How is that possible?”

Gray was confused. He wasn’t sure whether to be happy about or not.

“How about this? What am I thinking?”

Nothing. Juvia shook her head. She couldn’t hear or see anything.

“So you’ve lost the ability?”

It sounded more like a rhetoric question. But even if Juvia couldn’t see into the ice-mage’s mind, she could read his expression. It seemed to Juvia that Gray wasn’t too happy about the news as she expected.

Because the truth was that Gray was a little regretful about it not finding about the temporary ability.

“Not even my…” tested Gray.

Juvia tried to muster her mind-reading power again. But nothing. She could read nothing. The water-mage gently shook her head no.

“That’s alright.”

Gray pulled her in a gentle embrace. He sighed into her blue locks, satisfactorily and, honestly, a little wistfully.

“But Juvia wants to hear it, even just once.”

She said against his chest, muffling her words. But Gray heard it. He may not have her ability to read minds, but he heard her loud and clear.

He wasn’t sure though which words she wanted to hear: the L word or the M fantasy?

…

Kamada, Camellia City’s esteemed but easily fooled City Mayor, dropped her pen and allowed herself a little smile. By now the girl with the blue hair and golden heart must had realized her dream.

When she looked into the young lady’s heart she knew, just like most women in love, their darkest, deepest desire was to know what was inside their lover’s heart.

Kamada closed the Book of Desires and hid it inside the drawer on her right. She stretched her arms out before she walked to her window. The granter of wishes looked down on the busy streets. It was late but the citizens of Camellia busied themselves around the city that never slept. Kamada heaved out a long sigh. Another long day has passed but one dream was realized. Thinking about the blue-haired mage, she was happy and satisfied. The water-mage was a simple person with a simple request. It has been awhile since she met a pure-hearted soul. Mostly, Kamada had to grant such lavish and earthly wishes: a mansion in the city; ten carriages; successful business; all fleeting. The young water-mage was different. Her heart never desired those material things. She knew what was more important than earthly possessions. Kamada was glad she came across such a beautiful-hearted girl. Now, Kamada couldn’t wait to tuck in bed.

Before the old lady shut the curtains closed to keep the moonlight from entering her room, a satisfied smile crept up her thin lips. She may be a granter of wishes but she knew, somewhere in Magnolia, one fantasy was coming to life.

“Welcome home, Gray-sama.”

...

Writer’s Corner: Alright, we’re in Day 3 baby and this one I like. Dangit I really, really want that Gruvia kiss!!! So there, I put it in there. Hehe. I’m sure that’s how it is in tsundere Gray’s brain, don’t you think? Also, of course, of course he has that fantasy.

Fun fact:

Kamada is a Hindu name which means "granting wishes". Red Camellia symbolize love, passion, and deep desire.

All fitting, huh? And some of you may recognize the phrase "deepest and darkest desire"? Anyone here watching Lucifer? hahaha

Drop some love and reblog! #GruviaForever

#gray x juvia #gruvia #gruvia week #gruvia week 2020 #be-dazzled #gray fullbuster #juvia lockser #fairy tail #fairytail

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nellied-reviews · 4 years

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Box 953 Re-listen

Well, I got a bit side-tracked by life (seriously, I had to take an impromptu trip to a consulate!) but I am back, and just in time for episode 8 of Wolf 359:

Box 953

In which Eiffel finds a mysterious box, Hilbert really wants to avoid the quarterly talent show and Minkowski is the very model of a modern major general.

Sometimes I'm surprised by these episodes when I get back round to them. This one? Not so much. I think I actually remembered pretty much everything relevant about this episode, going into it: Eiffel is avoiding Minkowski, finds a mysterious box, the mysterious box gets blown up before we see what’s inside it.

And in general, I do like the episode a lot. It's funny, after all, and it does that thing that I'm noticing a lot on the re-listen where the show throws out a big weird mystery, then ends up dropping it with a theatrical shrug of the shoulders. It's a smart thing to do, because all of the unanswered questions ("Do those transmissions really come from Earth?", "There's a plant monster on the loose!", "What's with that weird voice?", "What's in the box?") could be answered in the future, but could just as easily not be. Sure, some of them are super important and interesting in hindsight. But burying the plot-relevant questions under a heap of less relevant but equally intriguing questions disguises them, and means that we're surprised when something like, say, that weird ghost voice comes back later on. Plus it creates the impression that the Hephaestus itself is a setting full of mysteries and weird things. Which is fun.

As we begin, though, all we know is that Eiffel, for whatever reason, is hiding from Minkowski in a store room. Why? Turns out, Minkowski is worryingly invested in their quarterly talent show, while Eiffel is... less than enthusiastic.

And look, I am easily pleased. The idea of the four crew members being forced to participate in a mandatory talent show is very funny to me. The fact that this is quarterly - and so they have, presumably, already suffered through several of them - makes me smile a lot. Eiffel and Hilbert being united in their dread of it? Awesome. I love it. Honestly, it makes me want to consume and/or write fanfic about the Hephaestus' previous talent shows, and the shenanigans that I just know must have been involved.

An another level, though, can we also stop to appreciate how seriously Minkowski takes it all? It's played for laughs throughout, sure, but I do like the fact that Minkowski is the sort of person to go all out and just unselfconsciously embrace the talent show. Her love of musical theatre is so joyful and pure, and I really appreciate it. I think, on some level, it even makes her a more interesting character; instead of going down the well-trodden "I'm a badass with a secret love of something cheesy, which I'm horribly embarrassed of" route, she goes for "I'm a badass with totally non-secret love of something cheesy, which I am totally open and unashamed of." It's a sign of self-confidence, I think, plus a reassuring reminder that Commander Minkowski, badass extraordinaire, nerds out just as hard as the rest of us. (Plus, you really can't be a fan of G&S and take yourself all that seriously, because come on...)

Anyway, the conversation Minkowski and Eiffel then have, and Eiffel's ensuing log entry is just enough to give some tantalising hints of what past talent shows have involved (smoke rings? poetry readings?) before Hilbert calls Eiffel, desperate to avoid the talent show. And his solution? Knock Minkowski out. Because it's Hilbert, so of course that's the answer. *Sighs*.

While Hilbert gets going with that, then, all that remains is for Eiffel to explore the store room. And while this isn’t super relevant, it is a great excuse for a Night Vale-style list of Improbable Weird Things. And seriously, pretty much every single object here is worthy of mention. We have eyeless Russian dolls straight out of a horror movie. We have letters to Santa, a revelation whose implications are both hilarious and baffling. We have Chekhov's cannon, which totally won't be relevant later in the episode.

And in among all this, Eiffel mentions Goddard Futuristics by name for the very first time, which actually surprised me. I thought they'd already come up, since in hindsight, they really do have their fingers in everything going on up on the Hephaestus, even in the first few episodes. But I guess this is their first official mention? And to be fair, I do remember assuming, early on, that this was a military mission. So this is probably the point where we are aware, for the first time, of the corporate context of it all, and the fact that it's Goddard who are basically running a for-profit private army here. Which is... fun.

The dystopian side of that is brushed aside here, though, in favour of just revelling in the out-there weirdness of all the stuff that Goddard have stored up on the Hephaestus. L-shaped Lego pieces? 3 suits of armour? The partial skull of megafauna specimen 58 "to be handled with a vague feeling of existential dread"? It's Warehouse 13, in space!

It's also kind of heartening to see how excited Eiffel is by all this. Like, I know that he essentially got forced to go to space, but he really does have the sense of adventure for it. There's something very sweet about how not-jaded and enthusiastic Eiffel gets, as soon as he encounters something new. And then the plot thickens when he discovers the titular Box 953, which is reserved for Douglas Eiffel. What could possibly be in it? Eiffel, ever curious, is clearly desperate to know.

Before we find out, of course, we're interrupted by Hilbert, whose plan to knock Minkowski out has hone horribly wrong - he's just gotten her drunk. Even better, we get Minkowski's drunken rendition of "I am the very model of a modern major general" in the background during all of this, and kudos to Emma Sherr-Ziarko, because every single thing drunk!Minkowski says from here on out is amazing. From making pirate costumes, to nearly shooting Hilbert over ice cream, to the little hiccup she does, everything about Minkowski here is perfect and wonderful.

It doesn't distract Eiffel for long, though, and soon he's asking Hera what's in the box. She doesn't know, though, and actually can't access those files at all. Instead, she gets the message "Error, inappropriate security clearance", which is pretty creepy. It's the second time in as many episodes, after all, that we hear somebody who isn't Hera speaking through the Hephaestus, and it's a reminder of just how many secrets the station potentially holds. And so all we learn, in the end, is that Box 953 is weird. It's huge, and bolted in place, and it's cold to the touch. Plus it's making a heart beat kind of sound? It's at this point, I noticed, that the background music also cuts away, and we’re left with a weird crackling noise as Eiffel goes to open it. Spooky.

Every part of me was expecting this to be a Pandora's box-type scenario where Eiffel's opening the box would unleash something terrible and all hell would break loose. So when we hear something explode, it seems like confirmation of this... except when we cut back to Eiffel, several in-universe hours later, we learn that the problem wasn't Eiffel opening the box. In fact, Eiffel didn't manage to open the box; the explosion was from Minkowski setting off the cannon. It seems like a lot happened in the three hour gap in the recording (not least, Minkowski ended with burns and frostbite?) and as a result, Box 953 was lost to the vacuum of space. Bummer.

And then that's it. Episode over. Everyone is safe and well, and the station is fine. But we don't learn what was in the box, and I don't think it really come up again? I googled it, and I think I saw a suggestion that it's the simulation-y machine from Change of Mind? But I don't remember the connection really being commented on, and even then it doesn't explain why it's specifically Eiffel's name on the box now. Like... what situation would Command have been expecting him to use it in? Why? How? So many questions, all of them unanswered!

And I suppose that's fine, at the end of the day. I enjoyed this episode, I loved the talent show idea, and I didn't mind the weird storeroom bits. I can imagine that some people probably felt cheated by the lack of answers we got here - and Eiffel's own anger and frustration as the episode ends maybe feels like a concession to those people. But personally, I'm more than willing to leave it as a riddle for the ages. If this had developed into something more later on, that would have been fun. As it is, I didn't mind it one bit, though. As long as you don't overdo it, weirdness for weirdness' sake can be plenty entertaining.

Plus, drunk Minkowski is a gift to us all :)

Miscellaneous thoughts:

So I checked out the poem that got name-dropped in this episode, Sylvia Plath's Lady Lazarus, and holy smokes, disturbing much? In an interesting kind of way, sure, but still disturbing...

"You can't solve all your problems by knocking them out." "You know, people keep saying that, and yet my problems keep going away."

D'awww Hilbert is enjoying this, isn't he?

I bet your alcohol tolerance goes way down in space. Hmm...

"Eiffel, you do not understand, there is singing."

"Swashes and buckles, Hilbert, swashes and buckles."

Also, it sounds like Hera has absolutely no objections to the talent show, and is just busy practicing her lines? What a cutie ^-^

"I don't know if it was a warning shot or if she just missed." Scared Hilbert is 100% not what I'm used to.. Is this the most frightened we ever hear him?

Don't think I missed Eiffel finding Dr. Fourier's diary :'( (another thing linking this episode to Change of Mind?)

#wolf 359 #wolf359 #w359 #wolf 359 relisten #box 953 #nellied reviews #a solidly entertaining episode #and pleasantly low-stakes #I would 100% watch a version of Warehouse 13 set in space

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magpiemorality · 4 years

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The Thing In The Woods, Intruality pt.4

One Two Three Five

Ask and ye shall receive. Literally- if you even mention my aus in the asks you will probably get another chapter out of me pretty quick...

Warnings: spooky Remus

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“So, you have a Ucodo...” Remy said in the silence after they’d slammed the bedroom door shut. They’d somehow managed to wrestle the thing away and tangle it in a blanket, dragging Patton out of the room and closing the creature inside. It wasn’t silent for long, with whining and scratching and thumps soon coming from the other side, and really compared to the stifling nothingness Patton had been experiencing he was loathe to call anything silence again unless it really fit the bill.

They looked at each other, leaning back against the wood and wincing as it shuddered with the force of the thing inside trying to escape. “A you-codo?” Patton asked, mouth clumsy around the unfamiliar word. Remy shook their head, and Patton noticed they’d lost their sunglasses in the tussle. They looked oddly naked without them.

“Yeah a Ucodo. Unidentifiable creature of demonic origin. Don’t worry if you’ve never heard of it, I made it up. But uh, more importantly- that’s a freakin’ mid-liminal creature in there, that’s like basically unheard of outside of very cursed places. They don’t just live in city apartments with cream walls, is what I’m saying. So how did you end up with one here?” They looked at Patton with sharp curiosity and he squirmed under their piercing gaze. He didn’t know what to say. He was more than a little distracted by the noises on the other side of the door, actually, and he didn’t have an answer that would satisfy the ghost (and monster? probably?) hunter.

In the end he had to settle for a shrug. “I actually don’t know. The uh- the yuke... thingy, just started doing its stuff when I got back from vacation. I didn’t do anything um, supernatural to bring it here.”

A particularly hard bang on the door made them both jump, but the movement inside went still and the creature just started make soft, oddly mournful sounds. Patton felt... a little bit guilty. And it seemed Remy could see his train of thought because they grabbed his arm before he could open his mouth to voice it, let alone move. “Do not open this door. It is a terrible idea! We don’t know what we’re dealing with or what it wants or why it’s here. Why don’t you go back to that vacation you mentioned?”

Patton sighed in frustration, dropping his head back against the door again and trying to tune out the sad dog-like noises spilling out from under the door. “Um, right. Well we just spent the weekend away in the nature park a few hours from here. In a cabin. It was pretty relaxing; nothing weird happened there. We did uh,” he frowned, rubbing the bridge of his nose under his glasses as he thought back. Remy shifted towards him in interest.

“You did what?” They urged, excitement in their voice.

“We broke down and had to stay the night in an abandoned cabin?”

Remy whooped. It clearly startled the creature as much as it startled Patton because it yelped and went briefly quiet before letting out a soft, wary coo and snuffling at the door. It was pretty loud actually, without that strange silencing effect, and Patton shuddered to think how closely he’d been living with it these past few days. “That’s it! Abandoned cabin? Um, perfect?! Freakin’ jackpot! It must have caught your scent and followed you. You probably didn’t notice it while you were in the other cabin because it’s quiet out there anyway, and things being moved wouldn’t have been that noticeable. But why you? And what does it want? Could it-”

“I think...” Patton interjected with a small frown. “I think it’s friendly.”

“What? No,” Remy scoffed. “That’s impossible. Didn’t you hear me? It’s a Ucodo. How could something like that be friendly?”

“I don’t know but it hasn’t hurt me once, and if you’re right it’s been nearby for like, six days! All it’s done is make me miss my alarm a bunch of times and steal some peanut butter, I don’t- why would it wait this long to hurt me?”

The bedroom was quiet, but Patton got the distinct feeling that the creature was listening. Remy pursed their lips, but they seemed to be considering his suggestion at least.

After a while they sighed. “Okay look, honestly I’ve never actually come across a real demon or Ucodo before. What you’re saying isn’t... it doesn’t not make sense. But this is the real world, Patton. You have a literal actual inhuman creature in your bedroom. Are you sure you want to risk opening this door?”

Blue eyes met brown, and even the creature waited for the answer.

“... Yes. I’m sure. Open it up.”

#creature remus things #in which remus once again isn't even really in the chapter at all #ts patton #ts remy #ts remus #moduke #intruality #ts writing #ts sanders sides #ts sanders sides aus #ts sanders sides fic #writepie #sanders sides

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confusedhost-archive · 4 years

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Alright

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Warnings: Fae, knives, blood, gore, descriptions of injury, major character death, death, panic attack, body horror

Summary: Xe breathed in. Out. "I'm alright." And xe were.

Kyle grinned up at the cottage. It was large, nearly brand new, and the area around was beautiful, with lush green grass and flowery fields. She grinned, grabbing her best friend's hand and pulling xem to the front door.

Alex stumbled, surprised. "Excited, huh?" xe laughed.

Kyle rose her brows, adjusting the pink bracelet around her wrist and grabbing the keys to the house. "You're kidding right?" she asked, inserting the key into the lock. "Of course I'm excited, I get to spend a whole week in this super awesome house, with my bestest best friend, and just- Oh gosh, this is going to be great!"

Alex's lips curled into a soft smile. It really was going to be great. Xe squeezed Kyle's hand, careful not to press xeir nails into her skin. "Yeah," xe whispered.

The two opened the door and moved apart to look over the house. Kyle gasped, jumping up and flapping her arms. "Oh my gosh!" she giggled. "Look at it, Alex!" She spun around, trying to take in the whole house immediately.

Alex moved over to the fireplace, taking in the intricate woodworking. "I'm looking," xe breathed, running a finger along the design. "It's beautiful."

Kyle grinned, bouncing over to the kitchen. "It's beautiful and it's ours!" There was a moment of awed silence between the two.

"I'm checking out the second floor," Alex decided, tracing a finger up the railing as xe walked. Down the hallway, there were two bedrooms (although, with Kyle's fear of the dark, they would probably end up sharing a room), a bathroom, and a closet. Alex peeked into one of the bedrooms, eyes widening when xe saw the start of the sunset. It was nearly 7:30, and the colors of the sky were blending together.

Alex stayed and waited for a couple minutes, ears ringing with the song of the forest and sun. The sky wavered, and the trees came alive, weaving a story of time and light. Xe listened, a calmness settling on xeir shoulders.

"Alex!" Kyle called, making xem shoot up. "I think we should go bring our stuff in!"

"Oh!" Alex gasped. "You're right, we should-" Xe rubbed at xeir ears, trying to get rid of the last notes of the song. "We should grab our bags."

Kyle grinned at Alex, and xe smiled back, teeth shining in the dim lighting. Kyle grabbed Alex' arm and pulled xem up. "Let's go!"

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Alex grabbed the last three bags from the trunk and closed it with xeir hip. "That's it!" xe hummed, making their way into the house.

Xe dropped the supplies by the door, grabbing their suitcase. "I'm going to put my stuff away." Xe tilted xer head thoughtfully. "Actually, I'm not going to eat today. I'll be lying down to sleep, so don't wait up for me."

Kyle smiled, grabbing Alex' free hand. "Okay! Good night!" He gave xeir hand a squeeze, before letting go, pulling at the blue bracelet around his wrist. "Sweet dreams!"

Alex gave a tired smile in response, waving. "Night." Xe hefted xer bag up easily, carrying it to the room xe had been sitting in before.

Shoving the case into the closet, xe pulled out a pair of pyjamas and frowned. Xe were really tired. Did xe need to change, or could xe just stay in these clothes? Xe sat there for a minute, considering, until xe noticed the way xeir clothes rubbed against skin that wasn't xeir's. Xeir face scrunched up - even that feeling wrong - and rubbed against the body that didn't belong to xem. Disgust pooled in xeir stomach (Not xeir's, not xeir's-) and xe turned xeir head, disliking how xeir neck twisted too far and yet not far enough. A whisper of doubt plagued xeir thoughts, insecurity and fear almost shutting xem down.

Not right, shouldn't be here, need to go, knife, hurt, stab, rip, kill die not safe bad idea imposter not you run away unfair monster leave danger goawaypleasegetoutdon'twanttobeherenotallowednononoNONONONO-

Alex took a deep breath, xeir entire body straightening with it. The following exhale left with a shudder through xeir body, bringing some of the thoughts with it.

Again. Breathe in. Breathe out.

Again. In. Out.

You're alright.

Alex nodded to xemself. "I'm alright." And xe were. And xe would be.

---

Alex woke up the next morning, groggy and chest hurting. Xe didn't move for a minute, only perking up at the smell of eggs. Stumbling down the stairs, xe found Kyle cooking. "Oh!" Alex gasped, breathing in the aroma. The kettle whistled just then, and Kyle rushed to turn it off.

Alex noted absently that Kyle wasn't wearing a bracelet. No pronouns right now.

Kyle grinned up at Alex, gesturing to the breakfast that had been prepared. "Bone apple tea!" Kyle joked, taking one mug and a plate to a spot at the table.

Alex laughed. "Bone apple tea," xe responded, grabbing tea and a plate of xeir own. Xe smiled down at xeir food, then looked up at xeir best friend. "Kyle? Do you know what we're doing today?"

Kyle shrugged. "We could check out the fields, maybe pick some flowers?" Kyle's eyes were drawn to the tattooed crown of flowers that wrapped around Alex' upper arm.

Alex gasped. "Please? I would love that so much actually, thank you!" Xe looked hopefully at their best friend.

Kyle smiled. "It's settled then!" Kyle ate in silence, looking up to see Alex' clean plate. "You wanna put that away?"

Alex nodded, sliding xeir chair back and putting the dish back in the cabinet. "Alex?" Alex paused. "Could you grab the marshmallows? You can reach higher than me," Kyle continued. "Second shelf to the right- yeah, there!"

Alex reached up, snatching the marshmallows from their place on the top shelf. When xe turned around, xe were grinning, eyes wide and bright. "You told me we could have my first campfire soon." Kyle's brows rose, lips twitching into a smile.

"Campfire?"

"Campfire."

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They had a campfire. They ate dinner, roasted marshmallows, and told each other spooky stories. They stayed out to watch the stars after it got too dark and the fire started to dwindle. It was fun, Alex acknowledged as Kyle's arms wrapped around xeir waist.

"Scared?" Alex asked, wrapping one arm around Kyle in a comforting squeeze.

Kyle nodded into Alex' side, murmuring a muffled, "Pitch black," and, "Don't like."

Alex smiled softly. "That's fair, but I'm right here, and I'll protect you!" Xe carefully didn't promise.

Alex felt Kyle smile and squeeze xem, giving a whispered, "Thanks."

Alex didn't respond, instead frowning as Kyle's grip didn't loosen. "Kyle? Hey Kyle, you can loosen up, I told you that-" Xe choked on xeir breath. "I told you that I'd protect you- Kyle-"

Kyle squeezed tighter, a snake devouring its prey.

"Kyle- Kyle, stop that, Kyle that hurts , Kyle- Kyle please- " Xe gasped, hating how Kyle was restricting xeir ability to breathe.

Xe inhaled quickly as xe felt the edge of a knife press against xeir skin. Bad, bad, bad, sharp, hurts, can't breathe, can't- no, NO, why is Kyle doing this, why is Kyle happy it hurts and it's starting to cut and it's badbecausecan'tdealwithcutslikehumansfragilenotstrongenoughtrytogetoutjustbreathebreathebreatheandliveandgetout-

Alex tried to wiggle out of Kyle's grasp, finding that xe were only succeeding in losing more blood and air. In a split second decision, xe pushed xemself away from Kyle, shrieking when the knife split a hole through xeir stomach. Xe tried to remember everything xe had learned about when xe were losing a lot of blood.

Keep the knife in.

Easier said than done, but- Alex tried to stop wriggling, only pushing away from Kyle, pushing into the knife. Xe gasped in pain, a small whining sound emitting from the back of xeir throat. Apparently Kyle knew what Alex was trying to do, deciding to pull the knife out and stab it back in, opening a new hole in xeir torso.

Alex screamed.

It was a horrible noise, like nails on a chalkboard, or the ringing in one's ears after an explosion. The Souls of the Lost shrieked with xem, grief and pain carrying across miles of area. Rows upon rows of teeth ripped through Alex' jaw, each one sharpened to a needlepoint. Xeir eye's widened, becoming bigger, less human, more predatory. Fingers elongated until it teetered on the edge of unnatural and nails sharpened to claws.

"We're far from any form of life. No one can hear you," Kyle growled, taking in Alex' new appearance.

Alex' eyes focused on Kyle, pupils narrowing into slits. Xeir jaw unhinged and xe dove in, aiming to rip Kyle's windpipe out. With a gasp, Kyle pulled the knife from Alex' stomach, and stabbed it into xeir cheek.

There was a moment of silence. Kyle didn't try anything, and Alex sat there, attempting to not pass out on the spot.

It was gone not a moment later. Alex slumped, tears mixing with blood around xem. Kyle got up and took a step away, looking mildly unsettled. Alex was using xeir last breaths to pray to spirits, ghosts, gods, anyone who could hear.

Kyle's face hardened and Kyle walked closer. "Shut up. The point was to get rid of a fae, not bring more." Kyle squatted down, pressing a hand to Alex' mouth, muffling xeir already troubled breathing.

Alex could hear the blood rushing in xeir ears, feel the burn that touched every inch of xeir body. Xe have no energy, so it's a wonder that xe managed to reach xeir arm up to pull Kyle's away from xeir mouth. Xe saw - barely - the surprised expression that crossed Kyle's face.

"What are you doing?" Kyle asked. Alex couldn't hear. Instead, xe laughed, or, made a sound that was close enough. Words in a language that humans could never hope to understand poured from xeir mouth, twisting into a symphony of pain. There was a rumbled note, and a high one, magic swirling and adding a beat. It was hypnotizing.

Kyle's eyelids drooped.

At the climax of the song, Alex cut off, timing Kyle's scream perfectly. Blood poured from Kyle's arm, both being's eyes drawn to the claws that ripped into the human's skin.

Kyle gasped for air, feeling panic take hold. Alex had stabbed right through the bone, and punctured a vein. The likelihood of Kyle surviving long after Alex pulled xeir claws out was low. "No, no, I can't-" Kyle pressed a hand to the cut, trying to stop the blood from pouring out. "Please, I can't- I can't-" Kyle sobbed.

Alex stared up at the stars, completely unaware of Kyle's dilemma. Xeir functions were shutting down, one by one. Hearing was gone, as was touch. All xe could do now was look up at the stars, and take one last breath. And so there Alex lay, frozen in stone, for a long, long time.

Kyle wept, pain and fear taking over the human's brain until the end.

---

"Don't go near the campsite, you understand?" A mother would tell her children, years later. "The fae protect the murdered one, and if you disturb xem, you will be punished for your insolence." Her children would nod, glancing nervously at the forest whenever they went out to play.

Far deeper in the forest, fae lurked, surrounding a statue of a child, long dead. The stone was cracking, and the fae would giggle, sure to stay clear of the shell. The chrysalis was opening, and soon the beast would appear.

It would be alright.

For the fae, it would be alright.

#Fae #writing #story #knife tw #blood tw #horror #body horror tw #major character death #death #panic attack #injury

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kittysukagasterfics · 5 years

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A Spooky Night

Note: Happy Halloween everyone! I hope you’re ready for a spook-tastical fic to read while munching on some sweets. Anyway, onto the fic!

Handplates belongs to: @zarla-s

Requested by: Anonymous

Summary: It’s Halloween night and Gaster get roped into celebrating with Sam and the brothers. After he wakes up from a horrific nightmare, can the Human convince Gaster that nothing’s wrong?

It was late at night when Gaster entered the True Lab. He knew he should be back at his house in Snowdin sleeping, but he had too much work to get done. Alphys needed some reports done and even though she had said he could take as long as he needed on them, Gaster preferred not to procrastinate. The skeleton also hoped that Sam won’t give him give him too much of a hard time about it. The Human and the brothers should be asleep by now anyway so Gaster can just easily turn their scolding back on them if it comes to that. Hopefully it wouldn’t though.

Gaster then began typing on his phone, no longer paying attention to his surroundings. He only looked up when he heard what sounded like footsteps walking behind him. However, when the scientist stopped walking, the dim-lighted Lab grew eerily quiet once more.

“...Must’ve just been an echo.”

But when Gaster started towards his office again, the footsteps also started up again. But this time, they were coming at a quicker pace as if someone were running up behind him. Gaster felt his SOUL quicken and he got ready to summon an attack if needed Before he could turn around however, Gaster suddenly felt something tightly wrap around his waist...

“*You yell out ‘Boo!’ in an attempt to scare Gaster.” ‘*It...didn’t really work out like you had hoped it would.’

“Good evening to you too, Sam.”

The skeleton sighed as he realized that the noise was just Sam, his human lover. As usual, they were up to their silly antics that will somehow involve him soon enough. It was very late for this though. Why were they still awake?

“Human, you should have been in bed by no-”

Gaster had turned around to face Sam only to find them...dressed up like him. They were wearing one of his sweaters that they had ‘borrowed’ from him. Along with the sweater, Sam was wearing his lab coat that he had left behind. The Human had also found his spare pair of eye glasses. The only piece of clothing that they were wearing that wasn’t his was their jean shorts. To go along with their whole attire, Sam was also wearing face paint that poorly resembled a skeleton, at least in his opinion. Although they looked kind of cute, it confused him as to why they were dressed like this.

“Sam, why are you dressed up like me? I mean, besides obvious reasons of course...”

“*You reveal to Gaster tonight is Halloween and you’re celebrating with the brothers and Toby.”

Before the scientist could ask anymore questions, Subjects 1 and 2 came into the room followed by Toby. He could see that the Human dressed those three up as well. 2-P had a white sheet with two eye holes covering him, probably to simulate a ghost of some sorts. 1-S also had face paint on but it’s made to resemble a cat. The babybones had on little cat ears that the Human no doubt gave to him to wear. Sam dressed up Toby as well, as a...sun?

“Why is Toby...”

“*You tell him that Toby’s a ‘hot dog’ now!”

“...Oh, I see.”

Gaster tried really hard not to laugh at the Human’s visual pun, especially since Toby was involved in it. His struggle was interrupted by Sam talking to him. They’re on their way to the kitchen with the brothers and Toby to bake Halloween-themed cookies and they want Gaster to join them.

“I’m afraid I’m going to have to decline that offer, Sam. I have a lot of work to do and I would like to get it done by tomorrow.”

The Human had a concerned look on their face but only nodded in response. The four of them then left as Gaster walked towards his office.

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The scientist groaned as he sat up from his desk. He must’ve fallen asleep while he was working, again. Well, now that he was awake, Gaster might as well get straight back to work. Or at least he would’ve if it wasn’t now pitch black.

“A power outage? Ugh, as if I haven’t already wasted enough time...”

It was almost impossible to see anything. Gaster had to actually feel around on his desk in order to find his phone so he could call Alphys. Once he found it, Gaster attempted to turn it on. Those attempts were futile as the device instead started flickering and glitching before turning off completely. Gaster was confused about this. He charged it to full power earlier, didn’t he?

“Well, no matter. I need to find Sam and the br-Subjects anyway and bring them back here.”

Getting up from his chair, Gaster began to feel his way around. Using the wall as a guide, he made his way towards the kitchen where he knew the Human and the brothers would be. After a couple of minutes of walking endlessly, the skeleton suddenly heard noises down the hallway and a small, dark figure moving towards him. Thinking it was Sam trying to find him, Gaster called out to them.

“Sam, are 1-S and 2-P with you? I hope those two didn’t run off...”

“M̴̠̆ṅ̸̝͓̈̿ṋ̴̓n̶̬̈́.̵͕͘.̷̗̘̿̅͜.̸̡̭͋̀̊ũ̶̡̲͙̉͊ṇ̴͂͝͠n̸̻͊͝n̵̼̪̈̽n̴̨̨̫̈́.̷̢̣̫̔̓.̸̹̣̯͝.̷̹̫̒̀̂”

Sam didn’t answer him and only groaned in response. They must have gotten hurt somehow by the sound of it. Concerned, Gaster tried calling out to them again in hopes of getting an actual response.

“Sam, you sound injured. Just come over here and I’ll try to help you...”

“ḧ̵̞̣́ẹ̸̑̀ê̸͉̳͐ȇ̸̗ë̷̲́l̴͇̘̝̀̽.̴̧̯̍̔.̶̯̓͜.̴̦̃͜ủ̸̟̯͓̏u̷̡͘u̶͍͗̾u̶̻̪̇̋u̸̱̪̘̓u̵͎̗̓͝.̶̖͚̇.̷̡͈̞̄.̶̪́͝”

“I am, Human, just-d-dear God...no...!”

The dark figure wasn’t Sam at all. It was Subjects 1 and 2, or, what remained of the two anyway. They seemed to have melted together into some form of an amalgamation, still being able to move as one. Parts of them dripping onto the floor as they walked toward Gaster. His Subjects weren’t completely unrecognizable as Gaster could still make out features identifying which brother was which. Nevertheless, it was still a horrific sight to witness. How did this happen though?

“A-Alright, you two, where’s Sam?”

“Ș̶̞͑͆a̴̡̝̕a̸̧̮̖̽͗a̶̐͜a̵̼̜͇̿̾m̸̝͇̎̿͝m̶͚͚͖̎m̸͍̓m̴̖̀.̸̜́̄.̵͉̔.̸̮͕̲͋͘”

The amalgamation suddenly summoned a sloppy bone attack, getting ready to launch it at the skeleton. Gaster took this as a sign to start running. As much as wanted to just attack and end it, Sam would have his skull for trying to hurt the brothers, abomination or not.

Gaster swore under his breath as he barely dodged a set of bones. Running down the hallway, he managed to make it into the cell room and slam the door shut just as the brothers caught up to him. He pressed his back against it trying to ignore the loud banging from the amalgamate trying to desperately get in. Gaster took a couple of deep breaths as multiple questions ran through his mind: How did the Subjects get to be like this? How was he going to fix this? And also, where on earth was Sam?! Suddenly, Gaster felt a tentacle wrap itself around his ankle and yank him upwards.

“Wҽʅʅ, ɯҽʅʅ, ɯҽʅʅ...ιϝ ιƚ ιʂɳ'ƚ Wιɳɠ Dιɳɠʂ Gαʂƚҽɾ.”

The tentacle belonged to some sort of eldritch monstrosity. Tar was dripping from its body as lifted Gaster up to face it. The scientist tried to summon a Blaster but the eldritch goop monster just slammed him into the wall. Gaster cried out in agony, feeling his arm snap upon impact. That would take some time to heal, if he can even get out of this situation that is. The monster only laughed at his expense and futile escape.

“Gυҽʂʂ ყσυ ʂαɯ ɱყ ʅιƚƚʅҽ 'ʂυɾρɾιʂҽ' ϝσɾ ყσυ? Aɾҽɳ'ƚ ყσυ ιɱρɾҽʂʂҽԃ, Wιɳɠ Dιɳɠʂ?”

“Where...Where’s Sam?!”

The Goop Monster didn’t reply. Instead it just slammed the skeleton into the ground. Gaster gasped as he heard and felt his collarbone crack. Pain was shooting through his whole body. His working eye was flashing rapidly as he tried to focus on attacking the eldritch. This only caused it to laugh at him even more and point multiple tentacles directly at him ready to strike.

“Hαʋҽɳ'ƚ ყσυ αʅɾҽαԃყ ϝιɠυɾҽԃ συƚ ƚԋҽ αɳʂɯҽɾ, Dσƈƚσɾ?”

Gaster’s vision went dark as the black tar tentacles came down on him...

~~~~~~

“*You ask the brothers what they think of this plushie.”

Sam held up a plush toy that looked similar to a spider. The two babybones beamed as they ate the Halloween cookies with a glass of milk. Toby has fallen asleep from all the excitement, curling up under the table for his nap.

“WOWIE, HUMAN SAM! YOU’RE REALLY GOOD AT MAKING THOSE SOFT THINGS!”

“can ya make more of ‘em?

“BROTHER! DON’T BE GREEDY!”

“aww, but i want sam ta make more...”

While the two skeletons bickered between one another, Sam was busy hanging up the plushie spider on a fake cobweb. That should be all the decorations now. The Human would be lying if they said they weren’t tired. They had been putting up decorations and sewing plush toys for the past hour so Sam was obviously exhausted. Hopefully Gaster would be done with his work soon and come join them for the celebration.

“*You grabbed a cookie from the try when you hear someone walk in.”

Gaster had entered the kitchen and Sam thought he looked a bit tired. However, the skeleton had just woken up in cold sweat from his nightmare. It took a lot of willpower to not jump up and run into the kitchen, which could’ve potentially startle the brothers and cause Sam to needlessly worry about him.

“*You ask Gaster if he’s alright...”

The scientist looked between each concerned face. Even Toby who had just woken up looked worried. His...family was safe. Safe and here with him, worried about him. Letting out a sigh of relief, Gaster gave a smile smile as he let himself be guided over to the table and given a cookie and some coffee by Sam.

“Yes, Human, everything is fine.”

Unbeknownst to everyone, there was someone, or, something lurking in the darkness, hidden away and watching the family closely. The figure hummed in thought as it observed.

“Wԋαƚ αɳ...ιɳƚҽɾҽʂƚιɳɠ ԃҽʋҽʅσρɱҽɳƚ.”

Note: Hehehe...hope everyone has a spoopy Halloween this year~ I also hope everyone enjoyed reading the fic! Thank you everyone so much for reading! I love all of you! Sweet dreams~

#undertale #handplates #gaster #the human #sam (the human)#sans #papyrus #toby #ukagaster #my fic #request

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popatochisssp · 5 years

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Make Your Mark, 8/10

Series: Undertale, Swapfell Relationship(s): SF!Papyrus/Reader Chapter Warnings: Potential tw before the cut for being drunk around unpleasant people, nothing happens but could be scary, take care of yourselves!

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In a world where soulmates exist, monsters and humans have one thing in common: the first time two soulmates touch, a mark randomly appears somewhere–anywhere– on their bodies to represent their match.

It still doesn’t make relationships easier…but maybe it does make them a little more interesting!

You…may have made some bad decisions.

It had seemed like a good idea at the time to go out and celebrate your move to a brand new city. You didn’t have any friends yet to go with, or any idea of where to go, but you didn’t really see why that should stop you from having a good time.

You were in Ebott now, the very definition of excitement and opportunity!

…But…you were coming to realize that there was perhaps such a thing as too much excitement.

Casual revelry with strangers at a monster bar was fun at first. So were the glowing, sparkling, color-changing drinks they’d encouraged you to try, even buying them for you when you admitted you were on a bit of a budget.

You’d been having a great time.

But now, somewhere between the drinks and the strangely-colored smoke in the air, you’re…kind of intoxicated and… the smiles your new monster friends are giving you seem to be taking a turn for the sinister.

You wave off the next glass slid your way and get up, trying not to stumble. You’re met with groans, chiding and coaxing you to stay, just a little longer, but no, no, you really can’t.

You’re disoriented, struggling to remember where the exit was and how to get there while cloying claws and paws and tentacles brush against you, not quite trying to hold you back…

Yet.

It occurs to you that probably every eye in this place is squarely on you—the lone, dizzy human making itself easy pickings—and it sets your heart going hard against your ribs, robbing you of precious breath.

For one terrifying second, you feel like you’re about to faint.

And then, an arm drapes across your shoulders, pulling you into somebody.

You look up into the eye-lights of an actual skeleton— tall and menacing, with one gleaming golden fang.

“you’re cute,” he tells you in a low, raspy voice. “let’s get out of here.”

“Uhh—?”

You don’t have a chance to argue.

The skeleton is strong and he tows your dazed and staggering self along with him like it’s nothing, and you certainly don’t have the wherewithal to fight him.

You look around and in a moment of clarity, you realize you’re suddenly being given a very wide berth.

You don’t know what to make of that.

As you’re dragged out of the bar, into the empty street behind it, the ever-worsening nature of your predicament hits you: you were really, actually about to become a statistic, mugged or murdered or worse in an alley with no one around for miles to call or even notice you were missing.

You think you’re too scared right now to even scream for help, anyway.

Suddenly, you stagger as the arm around you unceremoniously lets go.

“……sorry,” the skeleton says. “i shoulda asked ‘fore i… i just……didn’t really have any other…ideas…”

All you can do is stare at him, blankly.

Under your gaze, his cheekbones go a stunning shade of violet and he turns to stare at the wall of the building, like he can’t quite look at you.

“i mean. you… you just…looked kinda nervous? i…i saw you an’ thought, ‘hell, i know that feeling,’ an’ you didn’t come in with anybody, so. …not!” he hastily adds, “that i was watchin’ you or anything, uh, weird, just, humans, you stick out, an’ you were alone, so if you needed help, i………”

The skeleton pauses, sweat beading along his skull as something seems to occur to him.

“maybe you were havin’ fun?” he wonders with a wince. “in which case, i, uh…probably ruined your night ‘cause i didn’t… i didn’t even ask you…!”

He breaks off with a wordless noise of embarrassed frustration and your fuzzy brain can’t quite parse…most of all that anxious word-vomit, but you at least get the last bit.

“I wasn’t,” you hastily blurt out. “I wasn’t…having fun, I… Thank you, for…for getting me out of there? I… Thanks.”

The skeleton looks very relieved to hear that.

“o-oh…yeah, that’s…it’s fine,” he shrugs, with the most forced nonchalance you’ve ever seen in a shrug. “i mean, you probably shouldn’t…go places like that alone, though? humans know about the buddy system, don’t they?”

You can’t be sure, but you might be blushing, too.

“Yeah, well… I didn’t see you with a buddy,” you mutter, maybe a little childishly.

“i got…connections,” the guy tells you. Then, he laughs a little. “…nyeheheh, and a…a pretty good ‘resting bitch face.’”

You snort. “Yeah? Let’s see it.”

The skeleton takes your dare and it’s like flipping a switch—the shy magic coloring vanishes from his cheekbones and he fixes you with a look nothing short of stony. His expression is flat and his skull is abruptly all sharp, spooky angles where there’d only just been a cute, sheepish grin.

He tilts his head back, just so, and you think you understand now why nobody tried to stop this monster from absconding with you: looking like this, he seems like the type of guy who really would’ve dragged you into this alley to murder you.

“Snrk…holy shit. That’s… that’s really good, dude!”

The skeleton flips right back the second you laugh, looking inordinately pleased with himself.

“papyrus,” he says, introducing himself at last, and you happily introduce yourself in return.

When he asks if you’ve got a ride home and you admit that you don’t know your new address too well—you wrote it down, on your phone, but of course it’s dead, your forethought is in peak form tonight—he offers to let you spend the night at his place.

It’s probably another bad idea and maybe you’re still reeling a bit from all the monster-drinks and secondhand who-knows-what, but he feels like a nice guy.

Trustworthy.

You let Papyrus take you home with him.

It turns out you put your faith in the right skeleton.

Even though he only had his own bed to offer you and you insisted he not go sleep on the floor, you woke up safe, sober, and fully-clothed (albeit very thoroughly cuddled).

You stayed the morning to make breakfast, as a ‘thank you.’ You met Papyrus’ very scary brother who stared at you across the table until Papyrus wandered in and eased some of the tension.

It was still a little awkward—turns out, Papyrus’ default state was ‘quiet’ and he spent most of the time wolfing down his syrup-drowned pancakes while Sans held eye-contact with you and downed a whole bottle of Sriracha (a power move?), but somehow, by the end of it…

You still decided to give Papyrus your number, in case he ever wanted to hang out or…do whatever. You were new to the city and anyone you could call a friend was a good person to know!

All things considered, it wasn’t long before Papyrus went from ‘friend’ to ‘boyfriend.’ He was a sweet guy with a real gift for snuggling and an untapped well of affection that he was happy to shower you in with only the slightest provocation.

Just a few short months after your first near-disastrous night in Ebott things are going great for you—you’ve got a decent job, actual furniture in your apartment, a cuddlebug boyfriend, and even a passing civil relationship with said boyfriend’s brother.

There’s not a single thing you would change about your life right now!

…Except…

Well.

You have a soulmark.

Which is either really, really good, or really, really bad.

You found it when you got home from that first breakfast, after your…unpleasant…night at the bar.

You’d been out of it and so many strange and dubiously-intentioned monsters had brushed up against you, skin to scales and slime and any number of textures.

Really, any one of the people there that night could’ve sparked your soulmark to manifest.

In your heart—and maybe even all the way down to your soul—you know which strange and dubiously-intentioned monster you want to have left the twisting strings of ivy wrapped around your belly, climbing up your torso and always seeming to have moved from the last time you looked.

And…Papyrus has a soulmark, too, you’ve seen it, so he’s…

It’s probably yours.

But you’re just not sure.

It doesn’t really matter if it isn’t, of course: you’d rather be dating Papyrus than any of the shady creeps who’d plied you with drinks that night, and even if he’d gotten his own mark long before he met you, he seemed perfectly content with your relationship; more than!

It doesn’t matter… but there’s still a part of you that wants to know.

Papyrus is sprawled out on the couch, and you’re lying on top of him.

It’s not the most comfortable position for you, with him being a literal skeleton and all, but he told you once that he likes to feel you on him, so you’re hanging in there awhile longer.

And thinking about the soulmark thing again.

Papyrus seems to notice your preoccupation and cranes his neck down a little to nuzzle your hair.

“what’cha thinkin’ about?” he murmurs.

You don’t see any reason to lie.

“The night we met,” you say. “…you were pretty smooth back then. Y’know, the first…five minutes or so, at least.”

You bounce a little as he laughs.

“daiquiris, angel,” Papyrus winks up at you. “coupla those an’ i’m a regular casanova.”

You snicker…but, “Knight in shining armor, more like.”

His skull turns a very cute shade of lilac.

“…aaahhh, stop,” he grumbles. “it wasn’t…that big a deal……”

“It was to me!” you insist, pushing yourself up on his ribs. “You saved my ass and you know it, Rus.”

“mmmnn…s’a cute ass…”

Papyrus was hot garbage when it came to just accepting a compliment.

You fully intend to work on that, but you decide to have mercy on him and let it go for now.

Instead, you go for a different sort of gamble.

“You’re just saying that ‘cause we’re soulmates,” you accuse.

You keep your eyes on Papyrus’ face, not sure what kind of reaction you’re looking hoping for.

The way he just…smiles at you, eye-sockets crinkling at the corners, feels a little like running into a step on the stairs that you didn’t know was there.

“nah,” he says, “it’d be cute no matter what.”

You sag a little in sheer surprise— was it really that easy?—and Papyrus tilts his head, trying to piece together what’s going on in your head.

For as awkward as he is around people, he’s not half-bad at jumping to conclusions.

“……did you…not know?”

“No,” you hasten to assure him, “no, I…knew. Or, I mean, I kinda figured… I hoped, mostly, but…” You laugh a little, more at yourself than anything. “It was kind of a…weird…night, and we never exactly talked about it…”

Slowly, but surely…

Papyrus starts to snicker.

And then to outright laugh.

“nyeheheheheheh, holy shit,” he wheezes, “i thought i was bad… yuh…you weren’t sure and you took this long to ask about it??? pfft, stars above,you’re the best…”

If it wasn’t for the total, unflinching sincerity in that last bit, you think you might be a little offended.

As it is, you don’t really protest very hard when Papyrus deftly turns you over on top of him, so your back is to his chest, or when he starts to wriggle a bit and you can’t really see what he’s doing.

Apparently, he was shrugging off his jacket.

When he wraps his arms around you again, they’re bare and you can see the artful line of feathers along them, trailing all the way down from his scapulae.

“why d’you think i call you ‘angel’ so much?” he chuckles, setting his jaw atop your head. “m’wearin’ your wings…”

He says it so simply, so matter-of-fact…

And honestly, it’s everything you needed to hear.

You’re so glad Papyrus found you.

#make your mark #undertale #papyrus #papyrus/reader #swapfell/fellswap #sf!papyrus #myfic

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A Memory Of The Smell of Smoke, Ch 5.

Fandom: The Society.

Summary: Everyone liked to pretend that Campbell had been born bad. That their fear and hatred were logical, rational, justified, because Campbell was a monster incapable of making the choice between good and evil. Because he couldn’t feel the way they did. Well, fuck that. He was gonna prove them wrong. At least, that had been the plan.

Rating: Mature.

Tags: Canon Divergence, Pre-Canon, Emotional Baggage, Mental Health Issues, Child Abuse, Substance Abuse, Animal Death, Complicated Relationships, Pre-Slash, Denial of Feelings, Antisocial Personality Disorder, Implied Rape, Campbell has mild ASPD and is self aware enough to try and be better, the non-con is NOT Campbell, didn’t add an official warning because it is the aftermath only, yes it is the party becca mentioned and there will be a warning in the notes of that chapter, Campbell/Harry, Campbell/Elle.

Word Count: 4601 (chapter 5/5).

Ch 1 || Ch 2 || Ch 3 || Ch 4 || AO3

Then again, they do say that things get worse before they get better.

For whatever reason, Becca stopped talking to Campbell. He tried to text her to see if she was alright, but his number was blocked. He tried to talk to her, but she kept on walking. It would have been all too easy to get pissed off over it, but he shrugged and carried on with life. Perhaps she was embarrassed, or ashamed. Perhaps she wanted to pretend it never happened. Maybe it had been a really bad high. Who knew? But she wanted nothing to do with him, either way, and he didn't waste his time on people that obviously wanted him gone. Caring cost too much energy for that.

The end of the school year play was an adaptation of the film Rosencrantz & Guildenstern Are Dead. Cassandra, of course, decided to try out. It was more surprising that Harry tried out, too. Naturally, they both got the lead roles. And why wouldn't they? Cassandra had always been an amazing actress, and now that Harry had cleaned up his image to make himself the cute goody-two-shoes co-captain of the debate team in order to be more appealing to Kelly, it made sense that he'd charm his way in.

Campbell didn't need to worry about that. He got recruited to help with the set, and that was fine. It was something to pass the time, as always, and Elle was often there to help with choreography. It was a nice, long distraction. By the time rehearsals were over, they had two weeks left until prom and three until graduation; it was so close to being over that Campbell could taste it, and damn it was good. The play itself would shave one week off, and everyone would be too busy going bananas over prom that they wouldn't have time for much idle gossip.

Perfect.

Or, at least, it would have been perfect. Just before the opening night of the play, something began to smell. Literally. Campbell was hanging out with a few of the drama club kids he'd met through the play, the five of them sharing a few orders of fries after a long day of getting the stage ready for the big event. They were on their way out when Campbell caught a whiff of what smelled like rotting flesh. He gagged, covering his nose with his sleeve, and soon the other teen were coughing as well.

"What the fuck is that?" demanded Elaine, a chunky girl with bright pink hair, ripped jeans, and an MCR shirt. "Jesus christ, Henry, I told you not to go for the chili fries."

Henry, a scrawny blond, made a noise of complaint. "It's not me!"

"The wind is coming from the northeast," Campbell interrupted as everyone began to blame each other. "It's probably in the wood somewhere. A sewer leak or something."

Everyone quieted down and agreed, but the smell only got worse and worse as the evening went on. The next morning, Campbell and Sam came downstairs to find their living room filled up with people. Their parents, Harry's mother, Aunt Amanda and Uncle Jim, a few other influential members of town... and in front of them all, their other uncle, Rogers. Frequently heard blustering on about some damn thing, usually something racist, he wasn't anyone Campbell had any desire to be around. But there he was, shouting about the smell and what to do about it.

Campbell tuned it all out and made breakfast for himself, slipping out the door and heading to school before he was noticed. The smell was, in fact, terrible. Students were whispering theories to each other all day. Campbell heard that the smell was a dead whale washed up on the coast and the wind was carrying the smell, that it was a terrorist attack, that it was ghosts coming to haunt the town for some misdeed, it was meth gone wrong... But in the end, there were no answers. Just a constant, unyielding reek that seemed to be coming from everywhere.

At the very least, the first night of the play went off without a hitch. Even if it smelled like a dead skunk basted with cow farts outside, Cassandra and Harry were beautiful, witty, and gave a flawless performance. No one really payed attention to the fact that there was a town meeting among the adults the next day; Campbell overheard his mother talking to his father about it, and how Uncle Rogers had contacted some guy named Pfeiffer to get rid of the smell.

Campbell flopped on Harry's bed as Harry dug around his closet for a suit to wear to prom. "Who the hell has a job in smell removal? Is that a thing?"

"Don't know, and who cares? As long as I can go back to eating without everything tasting faintly like septic tank, that's all I care about."

Whatever the Pfeiffer guy was about, the day after the town meeting, the smell did vanish as quickly as it had come. For short time, things went back to normal. Campbell stayed home-- you've seen one night in a play, you've seen them all, in his opinion-- to cook mushroom carbonara while everyone else was out. If nothing else, he knew how to make a good pan of noodles, and it gave him time to think about asking Elle to prom. A sort of asinine affair, something he and Cassandra agreed on, but it was the last big thing of high school. Maybe it was worth a shot.

On the last night of the play, the smell returned. It was even worse than before, so strong that it stung their eyes and made some of the younger kids choke; the adults called yet another emergency meeting, and this time, it was decided that the EPA would be contacted. Until then, all students 16 and over would be sent away on a camping trip until the smell was removed. An exciting prospect in Campbell's mind, considering his family had never been camping his whole life. A whole weekend in the middle of nowhere? Roasting marshmallows, hiking, swimming, freaking Allie out with spooky stories? Cool.

"Mom and dad wanted to know if you got your toothbrush," Sam signed as they stood on the school lawn, everyone waiting for the buses to pick them up. "Did you?"

"Tell them to get fucked."

Sam stared. Campbell forced a cheerful smile and headed off to go wait elsewhere. He was standing at the curb when he heard someone approaching; he turned his head, ready to tell Sam to leave him alone, when Campbell realized it was Grizz heading his way. He was pale, his gait fast and jaw tight as he glanced around. Huh. Weird. The football player never really seemed nervous about much.

"Hey Campbell," Grizz greeted. "I have a question for you."

"I'm flattered, but I'm already asking someone to prom."

Narrowing his eyes, Grizz glared at him. "Hey. No, it's... Did you tag the wall of the church last night?"

"What?" Campbell blinked. "I'm no fan of Christianity, but no. I didn't tag the church with anything. Why?"

"Just wondering. There's some creepy Bible quote on one of the outside walls. Just thought maybe you'd know something about it."

"Someone's probably just dicking with us, man."

"Yeah. Yeah, you're right."

There wasn't much time to debate it. Cassandra and her gaggle joined them at the curb, all of them eagerly chattering at Grizz, who seemed to be the group Boy Scout and everyone wanted camping advice. Five school buses pulled up soon after, and everyone began to pile on. One of the few places left on the bus was next to Elle; she had a look on her face that was positively icy, but he decided to take the chance anyways.

Campbell rested his hand on the seat and nodded to the empty space next to her. "Hey, I'm Campbell. Do you mind if I sit here?"

Elle glanced up at him. She didn't smile, didn't speak, but she shrugged a little and moved over enough to make room.

"Excited for the trip?"

"Not especially. I prefer indoor plumbing. You?"

"I don't know. It might be an adventure."

"An adventure, huh? From what I hear, you make plenty of your own excitement."

"Oh? Where'd you hear that?"

"I just pay attention."

Campbell leaned a little closer. She didn't flinch away, but she was watching him with a cautious intensity he hadn't seen from many others before. "It's too bad we've been going to school together all this time, and never really talked, don't you think?"

"What is there for us to talk about?"

"Dance, maybe. How many years did you do ballet before you moved here?"

"You know about that?"

"I pay attention, too."

That earned him the tiniest of smirks. "Okay, smartass. What else do you know about me?"

"Your family moved here from New York when you were about twelve. You tried to make friends with Lexie and her goon squad, but they ignored you and ever since then you've kinda just been alone. You spend most of your time reading, or playing the piano."

"Piano."

"Junior year, we had math together and Gelstein let us listen to music during tests." Campbell placed his fingers on the back of the seat in front of him, moving them along like he was tapping on invisible keys. "You'd move your fingers along to the music, but you thought no one noticed because you sat in the back."

"Ohh, you've got a good eye. Yeah, I can play the piano. But I feel like that's cheating a little. You sat right next to me."

"That's true. I also know that you eat all the green M&Ms first, and that is not something I found out sitting next to you."

Elle leaned back and arched her eyebrows. "You know, some people might considered that level of observation a little creepy."

"Do you think it is?"

"I don't know yet."

"Think you'll know in time for prom?"

"Well, how about this." She was smiling now, and the corners of her eyes crinkled a little. "Ask me when this trip is over."

A fair enough deal. They spent the rest of the morning discussing music, art, and entertainment; Campbell had to stop and let Elle ramble from time to time, though he noticed she did the same and wondered if it was for the same reason. He wasn't used to talking, to the point where he was getting winded. They had similar enough tastes, as far as modern music was concerned, and a similar view on politics. He liked modern dance, while she liked the more traditional forms, but it was still a shared interest.

They continued talking until the sun set and the bus fell silent, with students falling asleep as the bus ride continued well into the night. Elle slumped over near midnight, resting her head on his shoulder. She yawned, content. "This is fun. How come we've never talked before?"

"I don't know." Campbell allowed her to nestle close. He wanted to stroke her hair, but he kept his hands to himself. He didn't want to scare her by being too much, too fast. "I guess I was scared to approach you."

"Why?"

"Because you're pretty, and I'm trouble."

Ella closed her eyes, voice muffled as she drifted off to sleep. "Maybe I'm trouble, too."

Cute, but it was hard to imagine. Not because she was a girl or because she was small-- he'd seen a 4'11" girl take down a two hundred and fifty pound football player with one well aimed kick to the dick-- but because he'd never heard a single bad word about her from anyone who mattered. Well, who knew. Maybe she had a rap sheet from back home in New York. Campbell smiled a little, falling asleep himself soon after.

He had no clue how much time had passed when the school bus jerked to a halt. He stirred, blinking as the lights on the bus flickered back on. Everyone was murmuring, trying to figure out what was going on. Were they there? It was supposed to be a twelve hour ride, including breaks along the way, but they had left at three in the evening and the time on his phone said it was only a little past one in the morning.

"Change of plans," the bus driver said. His tone was flat. Bored. "Rock slides. The road is closed. You're back home."

The murmurs turned into sounds of disbelief. Campbell stood as the bus doors opened, making his way out along with everyone else. He stopped on the school lawn, and stared out into the darkness; there was no one there, no one besides the other students, and the weird smell was gone. It couldn't have been fixed that fast. The useless government never did anything fast, and it hadn't even been a full day yet.

"The fuck," he muttered as the buses all pulled away and left. "What is this?"

Ella stood next to him, frowning. "Strange. That's what."

Everyone began texting, calling. Campbell tried his father's number, knowing Sam was probably going to call their mother. It rang, and didn't stop ringing. No answer. No voicemail, even. He glanced around. He could see the worry and panic on everyone else as they seemed to be reaching similar results. No one was answering. Something was obviously wrong. With the smell gone, he wondered if it really had been a gas leak, and now everyone was fucking dead. Only one way to know for sure.

Plastering a smile on his face, Campbell looked to Sam and shrugged like it was no big deal. Make it seem like everything was fine. No need to freak out and start some kind of mass riot. "Well, I'm going home."

Sam grabbed his arm. His eyes were wide, and he was obviously at that freak out point already. "You're not going to wait for me?" he whispered, not bothering to even sign.

Campbell made a quick sign. "Hurry up, then."

He kept walking, and soon enough he heard footsteps trailing behind him. They walked in silence for a bit, before Sam signed to him. "Where do you think our parents are?"

"Home. Asleep."

"Do you think that's all?"

"Yeah." Campbell didn't believe it for a second, but Sam didn't need to know that right then. "Probably."

When they made it home, the cars were still there. All the lights were out inside. Campbell went in first, calling out to their parents, but there was no answer. Campbell and Sam exchanged a look; Sam's lips pursed, knowing without any words passing between them what the look meant. They were alone. Campbell searched downstairs, then headed upstairs. He didn't even care that Sam was right on his heels. It meant that they could both confirm at the same time that they were, in fact, alone in the house.

"No note," Sam said. "No message on the phone. Where could they be?"

Campbell frowned. He didn't have a damn clue what to tell his brother, but then their phones both began to blow up. Campbell looked at his, hoping for the first time in forever that it was their parents, but it was Harry. His mother was gone. Kelly's parents, too. No one could reach anyone, and their data was all knocked out.

Probably from the storm, Campbell texted back.

Yeah, Harry answered, and did the storm take all our parents too?

A good question. Suddenly he had texts from Elle and Cassandra, even Allie, asking where he and Sam were and could they find anyone. Cassandra finally texted for the two of them to meet her and everyone else back at the school. ASAP.

"Are you gonna go?" Sam asked.

It wasn't even really worth thinking about. Of course he was going to go, if only so he could get some idea of where things were heading. People were gonna start wigging out, and Campbell knew history well enough to know that a bunch of teenagers alone and afraid never meant anything good. And maybe someone, somewhere, had actually found something. Campbell nodded to Sam, and they both headed out to meet with Cassandra.

By the time they got to the school, a crowd had formed. Not everyone, and mostly seniors, but enough for Campbell to know it'd get ugly if the impromptu meeting didn't go well. Elle was there; she came over and stood at his side, one arm crossed in front of her chest and the other tangled up in her hair, her bottom lip pouting out a little. She opened her mouth to speak, but then someone else-- one of the football players, loud and brash-- yelled out.

"Who decided we needed a flash mob?"

Cassandra stepped out of the shadows. She stood on the other side of Campbell, pulling herself tall. "I did."

"What the fuck, Cassandra?"

"Better than 200 people sending texts. Has anyone been able to reach anyone?" she asked. The crowd was either silent, or mumbled a negative. "No one? Okay. Well, there's... there's definitely a simple explanation."

A voice Campbell didn't recognize yelled out. "Like what?"

"Um. They, uh." Cassandra glanced at Campbell. He said nothing, hell, he didn't even move; if anyone thought he was influencing her, they'd never listen. "They were evacuated, after we left. And there was a miscommunication, and we were brought back here by mistake."

"Someone would still answer a phone," Kelly pointed out.

"Maybe they're asleep. I don't know, maybe they some place with no reception. They're in a shelter with... with no reception, or something. In the morning, someone will answer a phone."

Goddamn it. Cassandra, cool and collected Cassandra, was losing it. Standing this close to her, Campbell could tell that she was shaking. Not much, but enough that Campbell felt a spark of worry. They were supposed to be the reasonable ones. Cassandra was valedictorian, disliked and unpopular but vocal and well-known in their senior class. If Cassandra lost it, the rest wouldn't be far behind.

"Maybe it's not safe for us to be here, if they all left."

"A couple hours isn't gonna make a difference. We'll figure this all out in the morning. Right now, we should just... uh, go home. Yeah, we should go home. And anyone who doesn't want to, uh, be alone can come back to our house. Right?"

Allie smiled when Cassandra looked to her. "Sure."

"Is that your advice, Cassandra?"

It had to be Harry that challenged her. Campbell cursed under his breath, and resisted the urge to strangle him. Cassandra and Harry always had been rivals, butting heads over everything and fighting for power at every turn, with Cassandra usually emerging victorious. But what about now, when people were scared and tensions were climbing?

"Yeah. Yeah, Harry, yeah, just go to sleep."

Harry rolled his eyes, but people began to disperse. Well, some people. The majority stayed put, hovering around closer to Harry and the jock brigade; they were whispering about the local liquor store, and Campbell took the moment to sidle over to Cassandra while everyone else seemed distracted.

"Do you honestly believe any of that?" he wondered, lowering his voice.

Cassandra shook her head. She took a breath, but it was already all too clear that she was out of her depth. "I have to, right now. It won't do any good tonight to think about it too much. We need to all go home, get some rest, and see what tomorrow brings."

"You know as well as I do that if we don't start preparing for the worst now, tomorrow it's gonna hit and this whole place is gonna go all Lord of the Flies."

"What the hell do you think happened?"

"Cassie, haven't you noticed anything else, besides our missing families?"

"The smell."

"Yeah, the smell. How are you gonna explain that to them? Or did the smell go to a shelter with no reception, too?"

Biting her lip, Cassandra looked at the crowd gathering around Harry. Before she could say anything else, Allie came prancing up, a cheeky smile on her face. "Cassandra. Campbell." His name was said like it was something disgusting, and her smile hardened just a bit. "I guess the guys are planning to raid the liquor store and have a party. Coming?"

"Really?" Cassandra sighed. "No way. I'm going to head home and try to figure this out. Please don't burn anything down."

Allie grinned and made her way back to her friends. Cassandra, Gordie, and their friend Bean headed off towards home. Campbell knew it'd be for the best to just leave, but he could see that Sam was staying, and Elle was watching him expectantly. Harry was waving them both over, and Campbell sighed. Might as well. Despite how bizarre it all was, the idea of not having to race home by ten and play Good And Normal Son with his parents was appealing.

"What was that about?" Elle asked. Her tone was light, but her eyes were sharp. "With you and Cassandra?"

"Oh, just cousin bickering. How about this party, huh?"

It started as just a bunch of them hanging out on the front yard of the church, with beers getting passed around. Campbell and Elle camped out in a quieter corner, each with their own drink. But within fifteen minutes, Clark had discovered that the church doors were open. It seemed wrong. So, so very wrong. That's what made it fun. Campbell smirked as people texted their friends, brought more liquor, and rigged up some music. The air was just vibrating with bass and the cheers of about a hundred drunk, high teenagers. It was blasphemous, and oh, they were all loving it.

"Can you imagine the looks on their faces?" Campbell laughed with Elle as he downed another cup of alcohol. "Those stuck up fucks would piss themselves."

Elle answered, but her voice was muffled. Far away. His vision was dimmer around the edges and he felt good; he grabbed Elle by the hand and led her out to where people were dancing. Harry's shitty little pity parties had never appealed to him much, and certainly not the stiff swaying back and forth of school dances with their parent-approved music, but this? This was something new, different. They could do anything and they weren't going to get caught. Not yet. The cats were away, and they were all a bunch of fucking rats ready to play.

At least, that's what Campbell thought, but after people started pouring beers off the second story, Elle retreated into an empty stairway. Campbell followed. A bad idea, in hindsight, but they'd been having a good time. Hadn't they? She had tucked herself into a corner, wiping beer off her skin and wringing it from her hair; Campbell stepped closer, smiling.

"I don't know, I think you look kinda hot this way."

Elle didn't look at him. "Yeah, well, I don't really care what anyone else thinks right now."

"Hey. Why are you spoiling all the fun?" Campbell asked. She didn't say anything, just giving him an irritated look. "Is it like a ballerina thing? Act all cold? Is that..."

Without a word, she tried to push past him. Campbell grabbed her arm, but she spun around and fixed him with a glare. "Seriously?"

Campbell blinked. He didn't know exactly what was happening, but she was angry, and he let go of her arm. She kept walking, heading towards the exit. He sighed, mumbling under his breath so she wouldn't hear. "Your loss."

Everything after that was mostly a very long blur, ending in a wall of black. Not something he'd done in a while, getting completely wasted, and not something he was eager to repeat when he woke up the next morning with a throbbing headache. Light hurt, sound hurt. The worst part was that he just barely remembered what happened with Elle.

"Shit," he groaned as his phone blasted him with full brightness. Still, he managed to tap out a text to her. I'm sorry about last night. I'm an asshole and I was drunk. Forgive me? "Send."

It was the best he could do at that second. Campbell dragged himself out of bed, stumbling downstairs where Sam was making breakfast. Sam glanced at him, flipping some bacon. Campbell wanted to gag at the smell, but there was a small stack of toasted Eggo waffles on the counter, and he snagged one of those.

"No parents," Sam signed. "No calls or anything."

Campbell just waved his hand and sunk his face into his arm. He figured. There hadn't been any furious screaming about the state of the church, after all. Sam sat down at the table, and Campbell raised his head enough to watch him for a moment. Now that he was sober, he was back to being able to read people. He could see on Sam's face that Sam was scared. He kept eyeing Campbell, then looking away, and shifting like his body just didn't want to sit still. His body was turned away. Closed off. Insecure. He didn't like being alone with Campbell.

Well, who did anymore, really?

His phone buzzed. He hoped it was Elle, but it was from Harry. Campbell tapped on the notification, and stared at the text. Get to the bridge. NOW.

Sam's phone went off next. "Becca wants me at the bridge outside of town."

Please, a second text read. I'm scared.

Harry had never said that, not in all the years they'd been friends. Campbell stuffed another waffle in his mouth, and threw on his flannel shirt. "Let's go."

It took almost twenty minutes to jog there. Sam kept up, thankfully. Campbell wasn't about to wait around when Harry was reduced to begging. Something was wrong, he could feel it in his stomach more than ever. The closer he got, the more he could see there was a small crowd formed. Cassandra, Allie, Becca, Will. Gordie, Bean, Kelly. Luke, Clark, Grizz, Harry. Helena. Sam went to his friends, who were sitting by the railing of the bridge; Campbell went to Harry, who was crowded around his far with the jocks and Helena.

"What's going on?" Campbell hissed, pulling Harry off to the side. "You look ready to pass the fuck out."

Harry just pointed. Campbell followed the line of sight. Trees. Trees had completely demolished the train tracks leading out of town. They just... ended. Campbell went to turn back to Harry, and noticed the same thing had happened to the road, too. He rubbed his eyes; maybe he was still drunk, or someone had slipped him something. But no. It was like a wall of forest.

Harry spoke, only just audible. "It's like that the whole way around." He was breathing faster, his voice trembling faintly. "We tried the internet, Bean tried to call 911. Nothing. There's no one out there. We're trapped."

Campbell reached out, resting his hand on Harry's shoulder. Harry leaned into the touch ever so slightly. Adults and the younger kids, gone. The smell, gone. A natural barrier, cutting them off from every escape route, and they were-- for the moment-- alone. How? He couldn't fathom, but how didn't exactly matter at the moment. What mattered was that this was reality. Somehow, some way, they were going to have to survive it.

They were worse than trapped.

They were completely, truly, screwed.

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ppaltagon · 5 years

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Part two of the haunted house request:

I split this into two parts cause it got a little longer than expected!

[Hyung line]

Maknae line:

Changgu:

while entering the house you assure him that you’re not scared and that no, he doesn’t need to hold you hand or comfort you in any other way

however as soon as you set foot into the eery atmosphere inside the haunted house, you change your mind

but there’s no turning back now as it seems

and you can’t exactly admit that you are in fact very scared, seconds after making sure Changgu understands you’re not

you put up a tough front and try to keep up with him

but walking fast isn’t easy when you feel the need to check every corner and every creak in every single room for a monster that could attack you at any given time

“You sure you’re okay?” he asks when you’re a few steps behind and you yell back at him

“I’m FINE!”

“Sure...” you hear him mutter under his breath, but he keeps walking and you follow him, almost tripping over your own feet

you really don’t feel at home here, and the weird statues along the walls of the room you’re currently in staring you down don’t exactly help your case

you walk around on tiptoes until one of them abruptly moves closer to you and growls into your face

you scream and look around, wanting to run to Changgu to hide behind his back, but he’s nowhere to be seen

so you just stand there, frozen up, until you see his head peaking into the room, as he had already walked on to the next one

“I thought you weren’t scared?” he dared to tease you

“Shut up!” you just yell back, but hold out your hand for him to come pick you up

he chuckles at your behaviour and approaches you, grabbing both your hands

“I’ll get us out here safely together,” he promises, “Even though you’re totally not scared and don’t need my help at all.”

he winks at you in a way that makes you want to punch him, but keeps his promise and leads you outside carefully

Yanan:

maybe because most of the others were scared as hell, they somehow ended up voting for you and Yanan to go inside the new haunted house first

you’re a little nervous about it, but nothing more than that, and he seems to be rather calm as well (as opposed to when Hyunggu and Yuto forced him to ride the rollercoaster with them earlier)

so you line up and when you can finally go in, your eyes need some time to adjust to the sudden darkness

one after the other you take in the decorations trying to create a spooky atmosphere, but honestly the both of you are pretty much unfazed

as you walk through a dark hallway with only two candles along the walls creating some source of light, there suddenly comes a plastic skeleton dangling from the ceiling

you get startled by the sudden appearance, while Yanan walks up to it and shakes its hand, pointing out to you that it’s even missing two fingers

you go to the next room, where high pitched screams, probably mimicking those of bats, pierce your ears

and really - you find huge plastic bats mechanically flapping their wings high up on the walls of the room

both of you have to laugh at the cheap design and Yanan offers you candy

Where did he get that candy from....?

anyway, you accept, and with a sugar drop in your mouth, you walk into the next room

there’s old furniture and people are crawling around, getting close to the both of you and forcing you to stick together, while they show you their ugly painted faces

“Oh, scary...” Yanan remarks calmly and you move on

before exiting the less than exciting haunted house, you two make a plan to trick the others into thinking it’s super scary and cool, as a revenge for forcing Yanan onto the earlier rollercoaster ride

Yuto:

Petrified.

He would be absolutely petrified.

“Ah, we don’t really have to go in there, do we?”

“We don’t have to do this if Y/N is scared too, right?”

“...rIgHt?”

yeah no, he’s definitely going in there with you, even if the others have to forcefully shove him against his will

once you two are in the first room together, you can hear him take a few deep breaths next to you in an attempt to calm himself down

you can’t really see much of him though since it’s so dark

you tell him you should hurry up and just go to the next room - the faster you walk, the faster you will be out of here

you step on a loose plank and it gives off a loud creak, next to you you can hear Yuto silently cursing something that’s probably Japanese

the next second, a loud noise is heard overhead, before some creature flies over your heads, probably grazing Yuto due to his height

with a high pitched whimper he ducks and you can hear him say something again

“Okaa-san...”

“Do you want to hold my hand?” you offer and within the blink of an eye he’s holding not only your hand, but clasping your whole arm for mental support

you go on like this, pitying him a little

then again, it’s not like you’re not scared at all

after the next handful of jumpscares you two are basically just a nervous bundle, clinging to each other for help, knowing full well that neither of you is able to help the other anymore

when you finally get out of there, the others are shooting you weird looks, seeing you basically merged into one very very scared person

you let go of each other in embarrassment, blushing madly

only now you become aware of how close you had been to him the whole time and you can’t stop your heart from racing for some reason...

Hyunggu:

you can’t tell me he wouldn’t get at least a little startled here and there

but you also can’t tell me this qt pie wouldn’t try everything in his might to make sure you’re not scared

he would surely laugh if one of the other members got scared in front of him, but not with you

he does smile adoringly, but next thing you know, he’ll have his arm around your shoulders, talking to you to calm you down

“It’s fine, I will be here to protect you,” he’ll ensure as you proceed through the haunted house

you must admit you are a little more scared than you thought you would be

so you’re thankful for Hyunggu’s understanding

there’s this one room with lots of dolls along the walls, that all seem to be staring at you

...are they out to get you...?

you shake your head

“What is it?” he immediately asks, “Are you scared of dolls?”

you nod

“Then come here. They won’t do anything to you. I won’t allow it.”

he unzips his jacket and lets you hide inside, while he carefully walks you out of the room

the house is eerily silent, but that doesn’t exactly calm you down

just when you think you made it at the end of the last room, someone with blood smeared all over their body jumps out in front of you and gives off an ear-shattering scream

you instinctively hide your face in Hyunggu’s chest and he tumbles a few steps backwards with you

when the person is gone, he starts laughing in surprise

“What was that now?”

even though you now refuse to move, he convinces you to trust him and leads you outside, where you still can’t stop shaking

needless to say, you keep clinging to Hyunggu in one way or the other throughout the rest of the day

Wooseok:

I wonder, would he really care about all this?

he would probably try to scare the “ghosts” away by muttering some angry words in his deep-ass voice in an attempt to make you laugh and loosen up the atmosphere a bit

after all, you were forced into this against your will

nobody knew just how scared you’d be, even though you tried to explain that you cannot under any circumstances ever enter that haunted house

and now you’re standing in the middle of it, too scared to even damn your own existance or that of the others, hoping someone - really anyone - would save you from this

when you don’t react to Wooseok calling your name, he waves his hand before your eyes, startling you to death

you scream, but apologize when you realize what’s going on

“Do you wanna ride on my back?”

you think you didn’t hear him right, so you ask him to repeat himself

“You know, like a piggy-back. But I’m tall so if you’re afraid of heights...”

you shake your head

honestly you currently prefer anything over this situation you are in right now

so you climb his back and wrap your arms around him tightly, your whole body still shaking, but he firmly holds you up by your legs so you won’t fall

“How about we just dash out and see how fast we can make it?”

you nod and he takes off running

you shut your eyes tightly, so you at least don’t have to see all the scary things surrounding you, and you try your best to stay calm and not yell right into Wooseok’s ear whenever you hear any unsettling noises

when you’re finally out of there, he lets you down and you collapse into his arms, completely exhausted

“Hey! I’m the one who ran out here with all his might, I should be tired, not you!” he jokingly says as he hugs you tight and gently pats your head with his hand

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#universe net #pentagon #ptg #pentagon scenario #pentagon imagine #yeo one #changgu #yanan #kino #hyunggu #yuto #wooseok

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shewhowantsmouseears · 5 years

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Me again! IF (and only if) you want more drabble ideas, my suggestions would be A. anything at all where Minnie is a mermaid, because mermaids are always my jam, and/or B., something inspired by that Halloween Pop'n Live parade where Mickey's a cool, sexy (and spooky?) DJ, surely much admired by singing witches.

Well. if you’re going to give me the option... there is a Pop’n’Live AU I’ve been wanting to test out, so this a prime opportunity!

Mickey tapped his foot mostly for thesake of hearing sound. The room was way too quiet for his taste. Healways needed to have some sort of noise around him – even when heslept in his coffin, he tended to keep the radio on. He wanted topull put his mobile phone and play, but he also didn't want the“guest of honor”to catch him goofing off. He huffed at the notion– some guest. This woman was giving him more grief than a sadmovie.

Bad enough that girl and her popstarpreppies had knocked Mickey's band off of the coveted #1 spot – he,Goofy and Max had worked hard to become Monster Land's top singingsensation! But this little miss came out of nowhere, and suddenlythey were all anyone could talk about. Witches – bah! They werejust mortals with fancy sticks. Vampires were real monsters. YetMickey could have lived with that... if not for that one extremelybizarre interview Minnie gave that turned everyone's world upsidedown.

And now here he was, at the “behest”of his manager, Horace – or, in his words, YOU MAKE NICE WITHHER OR I SWEAR I'LL FILL YOUR HAT WITH GARLIC BEFORE YOUR NEXTPERFORMANCE. Hopefully they could talk things over and end thiswhole thing here and now. So where was she?

Finally, the door opened, and thereMinnie stood – alone. If Mickey's heart could beat, it would'veskipped. He could admit she was a pretty thing – surely that had tobe one of the reasons behind her popularity – but he'd never say itout loud. But what really alarmed him was that she was, again, alone!Where was her manager? He quickly sat up straight on the purple sofa.“Hey, hey, what is this?”

Minnie simply smiled. “What is what?”

“I thought we were gunna.... y'know.”He rolled his hand. “Discuss this civilly.” He repeated in a poorimitation of Horace's hoity-toity dialect. “Where's your manager?”

“Oh, I don't think I need her forthis.” Minnie answered as she closed the door behind her. “We'reboth adults, we can talk about this.” Here she was, acting like thesweetest ray of sunshine, as if all was perfectly normal.

Boy did that irritate him. “You wannatalk? Fine, then let's talk...” With that, he bolted out of hisseat, sticking his finger in her face. “Where do you get offtellin' the whole wide world you wanna marry me?!”

She didn't even flinch. “Well, theyasked what my biggest dream was. It would have been rude to lie.”

“WE HAVE NEVER EVEN MET BEFORE!”Mickey roared at her, hoping to use his measly one inch of heightover her as a means of intimidation, but she never stopped smiling.It was adorable and frightening. “How can you say something likethat when you don't know anything about me?”

“I know your favorite blood type isB+. Which I have, by the way.”

Mickey faltered, lowering his handslightly. “... Could've read that in any magazine.”

“I know that you tell people youdon't have time for books, but you actually enjoy curling up with amystery on cold winter nights.”

“... Goofy should've kept his mouthshut.” Except even he knew Goofy wouldn't blab that much.

“I know that you listen to old jazzrecords when you need help finding inspiration with your songs.”She began to walk forward, and Mickey walked backwards. “I knowthat you like to nibble on flower petals when your blood cravings gettoo strong. I know that Goofy secretly named you Max's godfather incase anything happened to him. I know that you haven't gone on asingle date in all the 451 years you've been alive.”

Mickey fell on his tail on the couch,floored. “452.” He weakly retorted as Minnie leaned over him.

“You were born on a leap year.” Shecorrected him.

The vampire had never been so terrified– and, to his own shame, excited – in all his 452 – er, 451 –years. “Who are you?”

She kept that same, sugary, doll-like,perfect smile on the entire time. “I'm Minnie Mouse. It's nice tomeet you in person, Mickey. I think we're going to make beautifulmusic together.”

#fanfic #mickey mouse #minnie mouse #thebigpalooka

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preciousthingsareprecious · 7 years

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The Trick to Getting Treats

It’s technically day three for me, so I’m going to post this now. This fic is also only technically a monster fic (Damian and Jon dressed up as monsters totally counts right?). I hope you guys like it!

Rating: Gen

Words: 3,492

Summary: Jon's spending Halloween with the Batfam and excited for everything: getting to meet Damian's family, dressing up, and trick or treating. Only Damian think's he's too old to trick or treat, and let's Jon down pretty hard. Thankfully Damian's siblings find a way around that.

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Jon was floating. Literally floating. The thought made him giggle past the butterflies in his stomach. He couldn’t decided if he was just excited or nervous or both. One of those emotions was keeping his feet off the ground, and he wasn’t sure he cared which it was. His parents had finally agreed to let him go trick or treating with Damian and his family. A fact that would have made him fly to the moon again if his dad would allow it.

Damian never stopped talking about his brothers and his sister. Like never . And Jon had yet to meet them. So yes, maybe it was excitement keeping his toes from touching the ground as his dad finished walking him up the path to the manor.

He couldn’t stop looking at the decorations out front. There was a giant spider that moved, and a ghost that fluttered in the wind. A hoard of zombies were climbing up the side of the manor building, and groans could be heard from them every few seconds. It was the kind of house that screamed having good candy and Jon rose an inch or two as the excitement and nervousness churned again inside him. He really hoped tonight would be fun. And that Damian's siblings would like him. And that Damian would have fun. Really he was hoping for the best in everything.

“It might be Halloween, but try not to float while you’re out okay?” His dad suggested, as he rang the doorbell.

“I won’t.” Jon promised.

He adjusted the big pawed gloves he was wearing and took in a deep breath. It settled some of the butterflies and he sunk an inch. Then the door opened and Alfred smiled at him, his face painted green with little bolts sticking out of his neck. His suit was still impeccable.

“Clark, Jonathan. It’s a pleasure to see you both, won’t you come in?” He said, with a smile.

Simply seeing Alfred again helped ease some of the nervous energy in Jon’s stomach and he finally landed, his feet touching down as he smiled up at the man.

“Hello Mr. Pennyworth.” Jon said, and stepped into the house.

“Hey, Alfred. Is Bruce still here or has he left yet?” Clark asked, following Jon in.

Jon had been in the the manor before, back when Damian had kidnapped him and they’d actually met, then again when he’d come to vent about his grounding. It was nice to walk in through the front door this time, though still as awe inspiring as it had been the first few times. Now the high ceilings and fancy furniture were decked out with cobwebs and pumpkins, with little bats hanging from lights, and spiders tucked into corners. It was delightfully spooky, but not scary.

“The children are in the livingroom, Jonathan I trust you know the way?” Alfred asked.

Jon nodded and left his dad with the other man as they discussed Batman’s plans for the night. Jon didn’t really care to know what the caped crusader was doing, he was far more excited to see the extended family.

Noise came to him first as he hurried down the hallway towards his friend and his family. There was giggling and the sound of someone groaning with annoyance. Jon didn’t try to eavesdrop, instead practicing, if only for a few moments, controlling his overly sensitive hearing.

“I do not see the point of these plastic fangs, Grayson. No one will be looking at my mouth.” Damian’s grumpy tone preceded Jon seeing him, as he stepped into the room.

He saw Damian and an older man, Grayson (Probably Dick, Nightwing--Jon almost floated again at that thought) together by a couch. Grayson was kneeling by Damian, a pair of plastic fangs in his palm. He was also dressed just like Jon’s dad, well Superman to be exact.

Jon almost wouldn’t have recognized Damian if he hadn’t heard him first, or watched him scowl at the other man and take the teeth, popping them into his mouth. His whole face was painted white, a stark contrast to his darker tones, and his hair was pushed back with some kind of gel that made it shiny in the lights of the room.

Instead of a hoodie or his robin uniform he was dressed as a vampire, with a mahogany vest and matching silk tie over a white button up and black dress pants. His cape had the highest collar Jon thought he’d ever seen on a vampire costume, which made him want to giggle but he figured Damian would probably get offended, so he cleared his throat instead.

“Ah, Jon. You have finally arrived, I expected you fifteen minutes ago.” Damian said, turning away from his brother.

Jon resisted the urge to roll his eyes. “Dad and I got caught up stopping a dam from breaking.”

His friend gave him a curt nodd. “That is an acceptable reason, besides we have not yet started, so technically you are still fine. Let me introduce you to everyone.”

He waved Jon over. He swallowed before stepping into the room all the way, his eyes darting around. First to the two girls by the tv dressed in bright neon colors, one’s blond hair was teased so much Jon was pretty sure she’d stuck her finger in an electrical socket for the look, and the other wore a light up headband. Then to three other boys, Jason Tim, and Jon wasn't sure who the other one was, not one of his brothers. Maybe the other kid Damian mentioned his dad had taken in? Tom or something. One had on the best zombie costume Jon had ever seen and the other was wearing a mario costume minus the mustache, the other boy was in a Flash costume.

“Hi.” Jon said, giving Damian’s first brother a little wave.

“Jon, this is Richard Grayson. The first--”

“Robin, and now Nightwing.” Jon cut him off, “It’s--umm wow. It’s really nice to meet you Mr. Nightwing, er Grayson, er umm.” Jon wasn’t sure what to call Damian’s brother.

“Dick is fine.” he said, with a smile, “It’s nice to finally meet you, Jon. Damian’s told me a lot about you.”

“Yeah?” Jon asked, his heart leaping.

Out of all of Damian’s brother’s he’d most wanted to meet Dick Grayson. Aside from Damian’s near perfect praise of the man, his dad talked about him all the time. Jon wouldn’t admit it to his dad, but he found himself wanting to be just like Nightwing one day.

“Yep.” Dick grinned, then leaned forward, putting a hand to the side of his mouth like he was trying to hide his next words from Damian, “And it’s all been good stuff too.”

Now Jon did float a little. “He says the same about you.” he said, trying to ease some of the sheer joy surging through him.

“Tt. It is not all good.” Damian said, “I told you last week he needed to work on his sleuthing skills.”

Dick rolled his eyes and stood, “It’s okay to be proud of your friend, Damian.”

Damian ignored him and took Jon’s hand, pulling him past Dick and towards the other two boys, “Do not look so star struck, you’ve only met one of them.”

“Right.” Jon said, craning his head back to see Dick waving at them, a wide grin on his face.

“Todd, Drake, Thomas. I would like to introduce you to Superman’s son, Jonathan Kent.” Damian said, stopping before his brothers.

Jason and Tim turned from their conversation about motorcycles to smile at them.

The man in the zombie costume looked him over before speaking, “So, this is the kid that’s been keeping Damian out of trouble lately, good to meet you Jon. Name's Jason.”

“I wouldn’t say they’ve been staying out of trouble.” The other one, Tim, said. “Though, it’s got to be less than he’d get into on his own, so thanks for that.”

“If anything, Damian’s gotten me into more trouble since we’ve met.” Jon corrected them, with a shy smile, “I’d only been grounded once before he showed up.”

Jason barked a laugh that seemed to light up his whole person, it was completely contrary to the picture Jon had in his head of the man. His dad had told him about the infamous Red Hood who wasn’t afraid to kill criminals, and even had his own empire at one time. When he’d brought it up with Damian his friend had shrugged and said that ‘Todd has mellowed of late, you will be fine’. He was sure now that Damian was right, Jason seemed like a nice guy.

“I don’t doubt it.” Tim said, thoughtfully, “I’m fairly sure the bats are always the ones who get supers in trouble.”

“I don’t know if that’s comforting.” Jon said.

The other boy waved his hand, "Ignore them. It's good to meet you. I'm happy Damian's got another friend to bring around. I'm Duke."

"Hey." Jon smiled.

"Thomas, did you ever decide if you were staying the evening?" Damian asked.

He nodded, "I'll stay for a few hours then head over to meet some friends for a party. You're all invited, if you want to come."

Damian shrugged, "I doubt it, but thank you for the invitation. I will see you lated, I still need to introduce Jon to Cain.”

Duke waved them off and Jon followed Damian to the girls, the blond one immediately turning to them.

“Cass, Cass, look I told you he’d be a werewolf. I have a sense about these things.” she said, before waving at them, “Hey, I’m Stephanie, but you can call me Steph. And this is Cass.”

“Hi.” Jon waved, “Why did you think I was going to be a werewolf?”

She grinned, “Because Dick got Damian to be a vampire, and vampires always hang out with werewolves on Halloween. It just makes sense.”

Jon frowned, he wasn’t sure that’s how it worked, but he wasn’t going to argue with her. Her friend, Damian’s sister, rolled her eyes.

“Hello,” she said, holding out a hand for Jon to shake, “I like your costume very much.”

“I like yours too.” Jon said, taking her hand. She shook it vigorously before letting go and touching her headband, beaming at his complement.

“I am the nineties.”

Steph threw an arm around her shoulders, “You mean we’re the eighties. Nineties has less hair, and more jeans.”

Cass shrugged, “Either way, it is fun.”

“Now that you’ve taken Jon around, when are you two heading out to trick or treat?” Steph asked. “If you don’t have someone picked out, Cass and I would be happy to take you out.”

Damian shook his head, “We are not going.”

“What?” Jon said, stepping away from him, “You said we were.”

“You spoke about trick or treating, I told you I’d rather hand out candy with, Pennyworth. I am thirteen, and far too old to go door to door asking for candy.”

“Thirteen is prime time for trick or treating, Damian.” Steph said.

Damian shook his head, “Prime time, as you call it, is six, Brown. Thirteen receives pity candy. Besides, there are far too many risks on a night like this to go out unattended.”

“I told you I’d be there.” Stephanie argued.

“As I said, unattended.” Damian said, and Cass giggled.

“Oh hush.” Steph pouted, “I’m sure Dick will take you.”

Damian crossed his arms, his cape fluttering with the movement. “Grayson should be assisting Father with patrol, as I’ve told him countless times. All of you should. If Father had allowed it I would be as well.”

“Damian, Halloween is for fun, I’m sure your dad just wanted all of to you to enjoy the night.” Jon said.

“I’ve been telling him that all week.” Dick said, stepping back over, “Besides, you know B’s only going to do a short patrol tonight. Halloween’s an extreme or nothing kind of night.”

“Which is exactly why I should be out there helping him. What if Crane decides it is the perfect night to try a new strain of toxin? Or perhaps Ivy will grow pumpkins large enough to swallow the city?” Damian said.

Dick chuckled, “Dames, I doubt even Ivy could grow pumpkins that large. Just relax okay? If Bruce needs you he’ll call. In the meantime, go out and have fun with your friend.”

Damian shook his head, “I would rather be here in case Father calls. Jon if you would like to go, feel free.”

Jon deflated at this. Of course he wasn’t going to go by himself. He’d been planning to go with Damian, and his family. He thought longingly to the plans he’d had for all his candy and sighed, “No, I’ll stay. I came to hang out with you guys, and if you’re staying here I will too.”

Damian nodded, “The evening will not be boring, I can promise that. Grayson and I have selected a series of movies to watch, and I believe Brown had plans to play games.”

Even the thought of a party sounded dull to Jon now, he’d hoped for that after it go too late to trick or treat, but the fact that his plans had been so easily ruined put a damper on everything. He gave Damian a weak smile, “Sounds fun.”

Half an hour later, as Damian hurried to help Alfred hand out more candy, Jon felt a tap on his shoulder. Stephanie and Cass stood behind him, grinning the same way that Damian sometimes did when he was about to suggest something really dangerous.

“Wanna have some fun?” Steph asked.

“If you’re going to suggest a prank on Damian count me out. I don’t want him mad at me during our next mission.” Jon said.

Cass shook her head, “More fun than that.” she told him, “We’re going to get candy.”

The night’s earlier excitement sparked back up in Jon. He turned to glance at where Damian had disappeared off to, “Won’t Damian notice?”

Steph shook her head, “Nah, he’s too busy scaring off all the kids who’re coming by.”

Jon hesitated a moment longer before nodding, “Okay, but we can’t be gone too long just in case.”

Stephanie drove them out of the manor and down to the closest houses to it, all of them large with land and decorations, kids flooding from door to door in the twilight light. Half an hour sped by with Jon going from door to door, Cass and Steph joking behind him.

He was pretty sure Cass was his favorite of Damian’s siblings, not because she was taking him out, but because she was so funny. She joked and made faces at kids, teased Steph, and always managed to convince the parents answering doors to give Jon just a little extra candy.

Steph was equally fun, singing and dancing her way down the street, and dragging Jon along.

“You know,” she said, grinning, “I bet you’re great for Damian. That kid needs to learn how to have fun, and you my super friend, know how to have fun.”

Jon beamed at that and agreed wholeheartedly.

Their return to the manor was one of little fanfare as they snuck in the back door, Steph stashing Jon’s candy out of sight before they returned the larger group. Duke had left by then, and Damian was engrossed in a movie with lots of screaming and blood. Jon chuckled as Dick kept trying to put his hands over Damian's eyes.

It wasn’t long before Jon found himself flanked by Jason and Tim, both of them hooking their arms through his.

“I heard you let Steph and Cass take you trick or treating.” Jason said.

“We were wondering if you wanted to do it again.” Tim added.

“I do, but I mean-” Jon looked down at his costume, “Everyone already saw me. I don’t think they’ll give me candy again. And we don't have time to go further out.”

Tim eyed him, “You can fly, we could literally go anywhere.”

Jon shook his head, “My dad says I can’t fly unless it’s for super business.” he didn’t add that they’d flown to the manor together. His dad made some exceptions, but he was pretty sure leaving to get candy wasn’t one of them.

“Then we’ll just have to find you a different costume.” Jason said.

Jon let himself be dragged from the room, his werewolf ears and paws stripped to be replaced by a sheet, with two eyeholes cut out of it. For added emphasis the tucked Jon’s glasses over the front.

“Perfect.” Jason said, looking him over.

Jon was sure it was not perfect, but he was getting the opportunity to go back out for candy, so he was going to roll with it.

“How come you guys want to go out?” Jon asked as Jason and Tim were leading him to a room he hadn’t been in before, it was a huge garage filled with cars. All of them looked expensive. Jason picked a sleek silver one and unlocked it.

“We wanted to go with the Batbrat.” Jason explained, “But I should have guessed he’d think he was too old to go out.”

“Besides, neither of us can get away with going out without a kid.” Tim added.

“So you’re using me?” Jon asked, climbing into the car behind them and buckling his seatbelt.

Jason leaned back from the driver's seat and grinned, “Same as your using us.”

He couldn’t argue with that, so he sat back and tried to find something to hold onto as Jason sped out of the garage.

Handmade costume or not Jon had a ton of fun his second time out. Jason was funny, and Tim was really cool to talk to. He seemed to know a little something about everything. Both of them weren’t the least bit shy about holding out their own sacks to be filled with candy, which Jon found hilarious. They’d honest to goodness wanted to trick or treat, and he was happy to have them by his side.

“Thanks kid.” Jason told him, as they climbed out of the car back at the manor.

They helped him change back into his werewolf costume, but neither Jason nor Tim tried to hide their bags of candy as they paraded back into the room everyone had congregated.

Damian caught sight of it, looked from them to Jon, and stomped over.

“What on earth is going on. Jon where have you been?”

“Well.” Jon said, casting a side glance at Damian’s brothers, both were grinning.

“We took the kid trick or treating, since you were obviously blind to his need for candy.” Jason told him.

Damian crossed his arms, “I was not. Jon could have had all the candy he wanted here.”

Jon didn’t miss the twinge of hurt in Damian’s tone, or the way he looked at him like he’d just left Damian to fight his way out of a trap by himself.

“Going out is different than just getting candy from Alfred, Damian.” Jon tried to explain.

“I do not see why, either way you get candy.”

Dick approached them now, putting a hand on Damian’s shoulder. The kid’s arms dropped and he looked up at his brother. It was kind of amazing how Damian changed around Dick. He changed around his other siblings too, but in the same way Jon felt like he would if they were his brothers, a kind of need to make them proud. But it was different with Dick, Damian softened in a way Jon had never seen before. It was like he let some of his walls down around Dick, and Jon wanted to spend more time around them to see what else was different, and maybe figure out how to help Damian be that way all the time.

“If you want to go, Damian, there’s still time.” Dick said, then glacned at Jon, “I don’t think Jon would mind coming along with us again.”

Three times getting candy? Jon was totally up for that. He’d have to hide half of it from his mom, or she’d limit what he could eat, but it was the best deal he’d heard all night.

“Totally, it’s really fun Damian. You get to see everyone’s costumes, and people get to admire yours. I bet they’d really like your vampire.”

Damian considered him for a moment before nodding. “I can allow it.” he said, “It would be a shame for Grayson to be the only one to not get to go out with us tonight.”

Jon grinned at him, “Excellent. I can show you all the best houses. There’s even one with a haunted house that no one would let me go through. But I bet you’d like it.” he said, hurrying over to Damian.

“Perhaps.” his friend said, and let him lead them back towards the garage.

#halloweencontentwar #batfamcontentwar #Damian Wayne #jon kent #batfam #trick or treating #Damian and Jon dress up and it's great #Jon gets all the candy #and everyone else has fun

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Spooky Reads

I know, I know, Halloween’s gone but let’s be real. After Klance, this blog is dedicated to all things that go bump in the night.

Below the cut are 36 fics and as always, read at your own discretion. :)

Elves on Halloween - Raylou

Word Count: 2, 364

Summary: They hadn’t taken the kids to downtown Altea’s Halloween festival yet, but Keith was ready to fall into bed and call it a day; wrestling five teenyboppers into overly complicated, theatrical-quality costumes while knee-walking on a cold hardwood floor was killer.

life is not the things that we do, it's who we're doing them with - roteli

Word Count: 1, 827

Summary: Lance is pining for the guy he's already dating.

death sits in the seat next to me - smokesque

Word Count: 1, 965

Summary: “Maybe I’ll summon a demon so I have someone to hang out with,” Lance says and he’s joking, but only a little bit. Halloween really sucks when your best friend lives halfway across the country.

(in which lance unwittingly wills a demon into his home and they watch bad movies together because god forbid i let keith and lance be anything but domestic)

Trick Or Treat - how_about_no

Word Count: 2, 243

Summary: Keith has to take Shiro and Allura's kid out trick or treating, and ends up meeting an amazing boy with bright blue eyes and a beautiful smile.

You're the Cat to My Witch - heavenlyrare

Word Count: 1, 154

Summary: Lance and Keith dress up for Halloween!

Arachi - GemmaRose

Word Count: 6, 392

Summary: Seriously, what are the odds of them freeing a planet with a culture revolving around costumes the day before Halloween?

Glow Stars - KuroRiya

Word Count: 11, 283

Summary: Halloween had always been a favorite holiday of Keith's. That would surprise most people, if he admitted to it, but that was exactly the point. The reason he liked the holiday was that it gave him a chance to act, well, not himself.

Support, Understand, Care, Comfort - coachdad (catsnore)

Word Count: 8, 429

Summary: Keith is dragged to a Halloween party by Pidge and Shiro, much to his displeasure. Oh well, at least it's a chance to show off the costume he's been working on for months. He's the best vampire in the party by far. That is until he sees the sparkly costume from across the room...

Walking Across The Sky (Pumpkin Spice Edition) - killingmonsterswritingthings

Word Count: 3, 867

Summary: Time passed differently in space. This was both a fact and an experience Lance had made.

So it came as a bit of a surprise when he checked Earth calendars and counted days and realized it was the middle of October already.

Between Keith's birthday and Halloween, the Voltron crew had more than enough reason for a party.

Bloodsucker - Sidi

Word Count: 11, 562

Summary: Lance catches something nasty on an isolated planet.

Things - MemeKonVLD (MemeKonYA)

Word Count: 1, 929

Summary: He only senses something is wrong when he tries to get his cup and knocks it over, instead, and then has trouble coordinating his limbs to clean the spill up with the elegant, shimmering cloth that he thinks looks too pretty to dirty up with his mess, in a deep red that grows darker and looks sort of unsettling when he stains it with his sweet smelling drink.

Horrific screams and sweet, caramelized apples. - moonandstarlight

Word Count: 3, 770

Summary: Halloween comes with many goods; haunted houses, clowns, and nightmares.

Might only sound like bad experiences, but at least they had fun explaining it to Coran and Allura, and Keith got a kiss.

Dance of the Necrolancer - battleshidge (Amiria_Raven)

Word Count: 5, 972

Summary: The light was playing tricks on him, because Lance thought there was a red flush across the back of Keith’s neck. That was preposterous, so he shook himself and agreed, “Yeah, yeah, whatever, Frankenmullet. Let’s just listen for our cards.”

The Vampire and Keith's Lasagna - ambivalentlangst

Word Count: 2, 722

Summary: Halloween was supposed to be spent at Allura's art gallery. Keith was not supposed to get sucked into a massive party that left him as a shambling drunk mess, but things do not always so as they are supposed to. Maybe that phenomena is what could be used to explain the vampire in the backseat of his car, eating his leftover lasagna.

Keith's Holiday Crisis - shakethatcas

Word Count: 291

Summary: “You’ve got to be kidding me,” is the first thing out of Keith’s mouth when they walk into the store.

reflection - ssuppositiouss

Word Count: 10, 890

Summary: Lance is tired of being the weakest of his family, the boy a prophecy has claimed is worth nothing. Breaking into the witch's house is supposed to build up his confidence, but instead he finds a mirror and meets a boy and realizes that maybe his life isn't so bad after all.

fic for the halloween gift exchange on tumblr

if the silence was a song - angstinspace

Word Count: 14, 981

Summary: “It’s … Your show is on so late at night,” Keith tries to explain, as if Lance didn’t know this already. “I guess I was just wondering why that is.”

A crackling silence answers him, and Keith’s stomach sinks. Did Lance hang up? Keith can’t exactly blame him.

But then he hears Lance make a noise––a short huff of breath that might have been either an impatient sigh or a quiet laugh … Keith has no clue.

“That’s the reason you’re calling? To complain about my time slot?”

or, Keith starts anonymously calling Lance's college radio show and develops an unexpected crush.

A Bootiful Night - fllorona

Word Count: 3, 863

Summary: "Aren't you a little too old for trick or treating?" Keith said as he raised an eyebrow. The stranger scoffed. "Says the Twilight reject."

Trick-or-Treat - EmmaOfZilon

Word Count: 356

Summary: An AU in which Keith and Lance became friends as little kids when they both wore paladin costumes on Halloween.

Beneath the Bed - LyraTerravale

Word Count: 2, 822

Summary: Monster-under-the-bed Klance au, baby Keith's willing to fight anyone to prove something, even the supposed monster that has been causing trouble from under his bed.

Outside - OphiliaNightshade

Word Count: 3, 000

Summary: Keith and Lance go out together for an Early Halloween date. Lance is cold and sort of regrets going into the Corn Maze. Until Keith decides to warm things up a bit.

of hallows' eves and spending them with "friends" - smol_bird

Word Count: 1, 479

Summary: To put it simply, it was Halloween, and Lance McClain can’t have been more excited.

Pining, fangs and pointed hats (KLANCE) - Rendazzled

Word Count: 2, 189

Summary: All Lance did was look at the pretty boy in most of his classes.

all the pretty boy wanted to do was stare back.

one day, when Lance wrote his number on a bathroom stall door, he got an anonymous message. they decided to meet up, and we'll see what happens.

Can you date a ghost? - dealio

Word Count: 3, 198

Summary: As soon as he was home, though, instead of going to bed like any sensible student would, he was on his computer, frantically typing into yahoo answers: Can you date a ghost?

Details: So I was checking out this haunted mansion and I met this boy there who claimed to own it. We hit it off and he's really cute. But he turned out to be a ghost??? Is it possible to date a ghost??? Only serious answers, please!

Love Sucks - kingofthesun

Word Count: 2, 430

Summary: The whole scene was the opposite of what Lance wanted. He stood soaked in the rain, red splattered across his favorite winter flannel, his mouth dripping the same sickly substance. His fangs had already retracted, the tears in his lips being the only evidence that they were there in the first place. Nevertheless, Keith watched him with the same curiosity and love that he did the first time they met.

The Technicalities of Dating - MoonlitWaterSunnyRiver

Word Count: 1, 165

Summary: In which Lance can't figure out if he's dating Keith or just making out with him, trying to do Halloween in the middle of space is hard, and Keith can't believe he's actually the socially ept one for once.

opal quartz and love potions - a_zzurra

Word Count: 10, 254

Summary: “Do you like the hat? It’s kind of a joke, I just wanted to see if you’d laugh.”

If Lance had to pinpoint a moment when it all started, this might have been it. Keith bathed in golden early morning light, smiling shyly and stirring the cauldron. Red flowers the colour of his markings curled in his hair and that witch’s hat lopsided on his head.

(Keith is an Altean witch. He just wants to sit undisturbed in his dark market stall with his small red cat, brewing potions and selling crystals. Lance couldn't care less for fancy brews and crystal balls. He just wants to buy a love potion for Plaxum, the pretty mermaid girl from the river. So of course it's a complete accident when he comes barrelling into Keith's life, breaking all his potion vials, and the initial hot spark between them turns into a blazing inferno.)

In A Pinch - tomachan

Word Count: 1, 006

Summary: VLDHalloween event gift with the prompt : A lost dog is the reason why you stop gathering candy to find the dog's owner.

How To Date A Werewolf In 5 Simple Steps - wrenowitch

Word Count: 25, 126

Summary: How To Date A Werewolf In 5 Simple Steps

by Keith Kogane

Step 0: Don't do it. - or, the au where lance is a werewolf and keith deals with that mess

Garlic and Silver, Oh My! - Redgay

Word Count: 1, 097

Summary: I'm so ready for halloween so here's a quick lil vampire/ werewolf fic cause why not?

Video Games and Fake Boyfriends - GlassAlice

Word Count: 12, 858

Summary: There was no way they were going to stand idly by while the others made bets about their private lives. Lance looked over at Keith during breakfast the next day. They had discussed their plan to get together so it looked natural from an outside perspective. Pidge was planning a Halloween party for everyone, after Lance had casually dropped that it was October, so they decided that was when they were going to tell everyone they knew about the bet.

Until then, it was time to play with their friends’ emotions.

bite me (there’s a snake in my boot) - ljghtswood

Word Count: 4, 529

Summary: “But Lance! Doesn’t Keef have to dress up too? Where’s his costume?”

“Wow you’re right!” Lance rummages through his closet. He finds the outfit he wore for halloween the year before and holds it up saying, “Is this okay?”

Keith inwardly groans. Out of all the costumes Lance probably had, lance was making him go as a vampire?! He just gives him a you’ve got to be kidding me look.

Lance shrugs his shoulders. “Hey, it’s not my fault you have the complexion of a porcelain doll.” Plus, he thought, you’d make a hot vampire. Of course he’d never admit that out loud. Keith was still oblivious to his crush, and he planned to keep it that way. It was obvious he didn’t feel the same.

Please, don't bite - kagseyamas

Word Count: 3, 728

Summary: Why is it, that every time Lance celebrates a holiday, he wakes up confused, extremely hungover, and next to the same, attractive stranger?

In which Lance and Keith have a thing for the holidays.

Trick or Treat - oh_imintrouble

Word Count: 1, 335

Summary: Lance just wants that "perfect movie moment" and all he needs is a kiss from Keith

Trick or Treat - Silas_Writes

Word Count: 1, 400

Summary: ANONYMOUS WHISPERED: (Insert cliche porno scene here) Keith is dared to go trick or treating costume and all (he’s like 22- 25) by Pidge. Cue older lance in a almost translucent silk robe answering the door. (That is also the neighbor he has had a huge crush on & also the neighbor who washes his car on Saturdays when he thinks nobody will notice him with some form of daisy dukes on)He says “, I’m all out of candy but I’m sure there’s something else I can give you for a treat.” You can take it from there wink wink.

Help, We're Lost In A Corn Maze - Samyx914

Word Count: 3, 724

Summary: I take a right and then a left. And another left. One more left for good measure and I nearly trip over some corn stalk, is that what they’re called, on the ground. I steady myself and take a right.

“Holy fuck!” There’s a guy, sitting in the corner in the dark. He screams too.

“Listen, I am not about to get chased through here by a damn zombie, alright?” He laughs and stands up, holding his hands up in defense. He’s about my height, with dark hair. I can’t tell if it’s black or brown.

“I’m not a zombie. I don’t work here. I just got lost.” I take a breath.

“Thank God. I do not have the energy to run.” He laughs again.

In which Lance is bummed that his parents are making him go to a pumpkin patch with his little sister (instead of to Pidge's party), but things take an interesting turn.

#voltron #klance #keith #lance #halloween #klance fic recs

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