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Lucifer Morningstar x Reader! Ch. 3!

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel!

Content Warning: more… angst. with some comfort..(?) idk starve lol. blood and vulgar words. SUPER LONG CHAPTER TOO WOO! (nonproof read too)

Synopsis: after going through severe depression, you mentally and physically shut down.

Further note: THANK YOU FOR THE PEOPLE WHO ARE SUPPORTING MY SERIES (Lululuna) IT MAKES ME SO FUCKIGN HAPPY AAHAHAHHDVENE (this is also my favorite chapter I’ve been waiting to write HEHEHHE) ENJOY READING AS IVE ENJOYED WRITING IT - ✨Lolo💫

Chapters!: Chapter 1 ✧ Chapter 2 ✧ Chapter 3 (you are here) •<•)b ✧ Chapter 4 ✧ Chapter 5

THIS CHAPTERS SONG IS uhhHhahwueh

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After sending Lucifer away, you were silent during the whole aftermath ordeal.

You stared at the ground for a long while, sitting in the middle of the court room, ignoring and blocking everyone that was talking or looking at you. In a room so loud, in your mind, it was deathly silent.

Sera went to you, tapping your shoulder softly, “come along now, Y/n,” She says, softly, “Let’s get you home, alright?” She offers, standing up, waiting for you to collect yourself and get up as well.

the carpet was drenched with a puddle of tears, you felt like a part of you was gone forever… and you weren’t ever going to get it back. You dry your tears, using your sleeves to wipe them off your face before getting up and taking Sera’s hand into your own, she held your hand softly, teleporting you to the front of your home.

“Take all the time you need.” Sera says, understanding how much pain you were going through, you have told her everything after all in your years of working with her after you and Lucifer fell apart. She teleported away as you stood at your front door for a moment, staring at the door before unlocking it and pushing it open with no effort at all, your home was dark from how late it was,

The sun was gone, put away to rest, and the moon was present, subtle and set.

You walked into your home, stars barely dimming any light in the dark home, you closed your door behind you, leaning on it with a sigh, your exhausted eyes felt puffy from all the tears you had shed after seeing Lucifer for the last time, the way he looked at you as he fell, bore into your mind, it’s been haunting you since.

‘maybe it was a mistake?’ you thought as you conversed in your head for the nth time that day, your mind was haunting you endlessly with years of torment after Lucifer left you behind, your heart and mind were always arguing with one another, your heart always begged to talk things out even if the pain was unbearable but your mind was more of in control with your body, trying to keep your heart safe, trying to keep you safe from any more suffering. you just didn’t know what to do.

Tears fell from your eyes again that night, wishing to be held and comforted by someone who would understand the same pains as you, and that someone was no one.

Down at your door you sat, hugging your knees as you cried out your pain, the exact same spot when you cried yourself to sleep on your last birthday, the last birthday you shared with Lucifer. It wasn’t a good memory to remember but… it was a memory that was telling you, ‘here we are, once again.’ and that was enough to make you cry harder as you hugged yourself with the silence screams that no one could ever see or hear…once.. again.

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Day in, day out.

As time passed, you were slowly recovering from the losses of your childhood friend.

Day in, day out.

As time passed, you focused on your work behind the scenes, Emily bringing joy to those around Halo city, welcoming winners and Heaven born angels all around. With more Earth born angels arriving in Heaven, the population of the people grew, meaning more expansions of the city and more expansions of the city, meant you had to work much, much longer.

Day in, day out.

You were falling behind on your creations, being the only ‘angel’ that could make stars, Sera would often have to come and talk to you and your issues of the star makings. You and Sera both tried to get other angels to make the same stars as you, sentient and beautiful, but it was only ever botched and dull when anyone else tried to make them, leaving you at a loss. You often had to stay up in late night hours, until the sun came back up, barely ever giving you the chance to go back home and rest. After one problem, another came along, you began to feel confined behind those four walls.

Day in, day out.

Your life was just stuck in the same room, rarely ever getting out, star after star, it began to be repetitive and passionless, everything was the same.

Day in, day out.

Sera would often visit you, telling you to keep making an nth amount of stars today or tomorrow, sooner or later, she would just leave notes and piles of paperwork her employers would send to you, leaving you in the dust, life became frail and dulling, you were just a machine at that point, neglected and forgotten as you kept making sentient stars constantly.

Day in, day out.

Nothing’s new. Days, weeks, months, years, nothing was changing as you drowned more in more into a bleak and miserable office, you felt more and more empty, you would wake up and sleep, you lost track of time at this point, your office was just a mess of star dust and stars, the windows were black from the dust staining the windows making them unobtrusive, you sat on the floor in the center, feeling stuck and hopeless. Surrounded by the only thing that brought you comfort, now becoming the only thing you were ever useful for.

Day in, day out.

How long has passed? You didn’t care anymore. All you wanted was to escape and be free from this basked room of misery and self loathing, your stars became gloopy and sticky, they were melting in this room like you were.

Day in, day out.

You couldn’t bare another minute in the same room, your arms were stained black from stars that melted on you from time to time, the stars were barely ever successfully made anymore, you just couldn’t continue anymore.

Day in, day out.

Long and forgotten you were, nothing new and changing, just you in a black room, full of dust and gloopy stars. You laid there meaninglessly, your eyes lifeless and you completely numb, tired and exhausted.

Day in, day out.

Nothing’s new, nothing’s new, nothing’s new, nothing’s new, nothing’s new, nothing’s new, nothing’s new, nothing’s new, nothing’s new, nothing’s new, nothing’s new, nothing’s new, nothing’s new, nothing’s new.

Day in, day out.

After days of laying there, eating your own stars as survival, refusing to allow anyone into your room, Sera finally showed up for once after eons or centuries? you don’t even know anymore. She wasn’t as loving or caring as she used to be, it was to be expected since you lost sight of you as a sister and more of a machine. When she ordered you to get up and do something, you refused to respond as you continued to lay there, seeing as doing anything anymore was futile.

She commanded you again and she received no result, When she picked you up from the ground, she saw how lifeless you really were, she teleported you to a hospital, getting you attention from the doctors as quick as possible, they checked you, you were alive, obviously, but mentally, you died out long ago.

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The nurses cleaned and fed you, you were barely responsive but it was progress to them if you ever reacted.

You laid in that hospital bed, day in, day out.

One day, Emily came to visit you, you didn’t bother until she used her powers on you. As the joy bringer of the people, she managed to give you a glimpse of happiness again and that was enough to bring color back into your eyes and look at her.

A nurse watching, left to contact a doctor. Emily smiled at you as she channeled her energy to you, hugging you and asking you questions to see if you would respond, it took awhile but you managed to wry a smile and tell her, “hi..” a croak in your voice from how raspy your throat felt, she tilted her head with a comforting smile, “hi,” she said, “how are you feeling?” she asks genuinely, her hand over your yours as she channeled more of her angelic energy, soothing you physically and mentally, “I’m alright.” you responded with a croaky voice, “yeah?” she asks, “yeah.” you respond.

A doctor showed up to give you a thorough check up, the nurse following and thanking Emily as she lightly laughed off the nurses praises. Your eyes were still dull but they had color now, the bags under your eyes were visible from the years lack of resting, black circles covered your eyes but seeing you be able to smile was just enough for the doctor to say you were responsive now. The doctor and nurse left the room to get you your meal or checking on other patients, leaving you and Emily once again.

Emily would talk to you, making small conversations, tell you about her day and sharing her energy with you again to make you more at ease, she even told you how Sera refused to let her see you cause you were always too busy for visitors, that was true but it was also the reason you were here in the first place. When visiting time was over she promised to come back to visit you tomorrow, you smiled at that, waving bye as she left.

Now it was you, yourself, and the white room and for once, you decided to stand up and look outside the window, the stars shined and dimmed brightly that night, the stars were the only thing making your eyes shine that night, their light reflecting off your eyes irises.

with the day done and in, you rested peacefully in that hospital bed, letting the day out.

Emily visited everyday to see you, still seeing you as a sister and telling you her life stories, she even managed to make you laugh at one point, it was a big laugh but it was genuine and thats what matters to her. At one point, you managed to ramble off about stars and the ideas you had for them, you got to show her how you made them, you tried to show her as well when she requested to guide her to make one, obviously it didn’t work but she smiled whenever she got to be given the chance to, she gave you the botched star that was lavender blue, it was small with imperfections but for the first time in the longest time, someone had given you something and you never were letting it go.

You used a little bit of your stardust to make it stick in your hair, making sure it stays there, no matter what. Emily smiled when she saw it in your hair, seeing how much it matters to you. You and Emily both spent the entire day talking and creating, sharing and conversing, it was so comforting and warm, her light was guiding you out of that dark abyss you had made for yourself and eventually- you were out the hospital.

You went back to that same office room but this time, you cleaned it, you made more stars, the neglected ones being perfected and revived, sentient and chiming. With your office cleaned you decided to get a meeting with Sera personally. It took a few days but it was accepted and eventually you were in her office, she looked at you authoritatively, not seeing you as she had once, who knows long ago.

“What is it, Y/n?” She says, sitting at her desk as you walked up to her desk and took a seat in the chair at the opposite end. “I quit.” You spoke, unhesitant, “What?” She says, rather surprised, “I quit,” you smiled, crossing your arms, “at making stars for you and the people.” you finished, watching her reaction change, “and what makes you think you can?” She says with a slightly aggressive tone, glaring at you slightly, “I am my own person, I want a new job,” You say, sitting back in your chair, “then- will I make more stars for you.” You say, your her fingers intertwined and resting on your lap, legs crossed.

She stood up, her figure towering over you from over the table, “You refused to continue your work, end up in a hospital for who knows what and now you’re asking for a new job?” She asked, feeling rather insulted like you can laze around and do whatever you want, “Yes, that’s exactly what.” You smiled, unbothered, Emily made you feel this way, like a new person, she was therapy itself in a way.

“And you think you can handle a different job? even when you couldn’t even handle your own?” She glares, you leaned forward into your chair, “got bored with the stars thing, without a doubt I can do something else.” You say looking at her smugly, making her harden her glare at you. maybe Emily gave you too much of her energy.

“Fine then.” She says, turning around, looking away from you and out the window, she snapped her fingers and a man appeared next to you, “Woah- wait, what the fuck?” He says, looking around the room, looking at Sera, then at you, “You will be working with Adam from now on,” She says, turning back to you, you and Adam staring at each other awkwardly, before he began to wiggle his eyebrows at you with a flirty smirk, “Adam, you are to train and teach Y/n, show and tell her what she will be doing.” Sera orders, you had your knees up in the chair leaning away from Adam, due to him gawking at you before he looked away to Sera, “Wait now? Don’t you think it’s too soon for any recruits?” He questions, pointing a thumb at you.

“She wanted a new job since she failed to do her own,” Sera explains to Adam as you rolled your eyes from her statement, “since she says she can handle a new one, I’m giving her this one.” Sera finishes, sitting down back in her chair, “But we were just about to start? she wont even have time to prepare?” Adam responds, scratching his horn confused from this sudden meeting, “Then I suggest you get started,” Sera commands, going back to skimming through papers, “Dismissed.” She says, as you and Adam turn to each other confused.

You both left together, him leading and you following silently and awkwardly, your confidence long and left you after Adam appeared. “So what’s your name again? Already forgot.” He says looking at you, bending down slightly for you to meet face to face, you backed away from his action, “err, Y/n.” you respond, looking away for a moment before looking back at him, “Well nice to meet you, names Adam, first man, best man.” He smiles, reaching his hand out for you to take, you hesitated before shaking his hand, wrying a smile, “pleasure.” You speak, only giving him that response.

You both exited the building before flying, going to who knows where, “soo, before we get started, should probably ask what you do before you jump in the big ordeal, what do you do and how can you benefit us?” He asks, you flying alongside him, “I can do stellar manipulation, cosmic manipulation and stellar healing but im terrible at it,” You rambled, pointing a finger up after listing off your abilities, “What I can do best is making sentient stars do my bidding, like the stars that are all over Halo city? I made those.” You smiled, “Woah! wait, you made all those things come alive? that’s fucking sick!” He says complimenting you, “So you must be a big deal huh?” He smirks, “Ehh, I guess?” You shrug slightly with a smile.

“Ohoh, if you can control those stars, then you’re perfect for this job.” He smirks as he lands, you landed behind him as you looked around at everyone, them all wearing the same suits, you were confused now, just what even is this job?

“Sir? where did you go?” a female voice asked, “Sera teleported me outta nowhere for me to bring someone along with us,” he explains pointing to you, you walk up to her, “greetings, I’m Y/n.” you smile and waved, “Lute, Adam’s Lieutenant.” She says as she straightens her posture, giving you a short and slim response. “Attention ladies! we have a sudden and new guest! this is uhh,” he pauses before leaning toward you, “fucks your name again?” he asks as you deadpanned, how does someone forget a name so fast? “Y/n.” You respond, “Y/n!” He says, “Seraphim of the stars or something.” He says, trying to make you sound like big talk, “She will be joining us today, she isn’t prepared but thats okay, she will just be an audience for today at most, so everyone prepare yourselves,” Adam says as they pull out spears, making your confusion more piqued, “and let’s this fucking show on a roll!” he shouts, a portal opening, him flying off with his lieutenant.

You were caught off guard from them suddenly flying off, you followed, a little behind but you caught up quickly to Adam, (being a seraphim and all) staying behind him and Lute, when you went through the portal, you paused in the air, confused on where in the world were you? everything was red, the sky, the ground, it wasn’t long before you started hearing screaming in the distance, the angel army was flying and attacking, monster like creatures, “What the fuck is this?” You say in shock, “Oh shit, you curse too? fucking sweet!” Adam says, showing up next to you, watching the angels slaughter the creatures, “where am I?!” You ask with a shaky voice, concern and worry filling your voice, “You’re in hell, bitch!” He says, summoning an angelic guitar made of pure gold, strumming it.

“WHAT?” You say absolutely baffled from his answer, you quickly turned to look down at the destroyed city, those little things running around and screaming, pleading for their lives as they get brutally slaughtered, “why are we killing them?! they did nothing!” You say in a terrified voice, looking back at Adam, “calm down bitch, fuck,“ He says, making you glare at him instantly, “they’re sinners! We give them divine judgment!” He smirks, flying down and killing a sinner without hesitation, “Stop it!” You tell at him, your angelic form appearing from how terrified you were to discover that your divine people were slaughtering innocent souls that have done nothing but accept their damnation, “No, you stop it!” He says, flying back up to you, making you fly back when he got too close, “Sera ordered you to follow my lead, you are under my command!” He yells back, an explosion happening behind him, a city building tumbling, you stared in guilt, you didn’t even do anything to them and yet all you could feel was pure sympathy and sorrow for those souls who didn’t deserve the judgment they were receiving.

“Now, you’re going down there and helping us kill these fuckers or you can sit and watch.” Adam orders, you didn’t have any words to respond with as you looked down at the sinners, there was a young lady who was carrying a child away from the chaos, you couldn’t help but watch, you were too stunned to process anything, Adam flew off mumbling something under his breath, definitely cursing at you but you didn’t even care at that moment.

An angel chasing quickly behind the two sinners, the angels spear charging towards the two, before you can even give a second thought, you summoned a star quickly, tossing it at the angel, hitting them down before they could hurt the two, you gasped, surprised from your own actions, you hurt an angel, the angels you’re supposed to care for and protect! you watched the angel shrug it off like nothing before flying away to a different direction, giving the sinners the chance to run, why was Heaving allowing slaughter? doesn’t this go against the very foundations of Heaven? why didn’t you know about this was ever happening? and how long has it been happening? Sera assigned you here, so it’s obvious she knows! why would she allow this- wait.. does the father of Heaven know?

You quickly flew down to the city to find Adam, to find answers, but all you saw was bloodshed and destruction, spears left behind and angels flying around like they were proud of themselves, it gave you a gut wrenching feeling, “please spare me! don’t kill me!” A voice called out, you turned to see a sinner running for their life, your eyes widen when you see an angel walking up to the sinner, a manic laugh following behind them, you ran toward the sinner and the angel, you stood between them both, stopping the angel in her tracks, “I command you to stop!” you say aggressively.

The angel taken back by your sudden actions and outburst, “What are you doing? move it.” the angel said, trying to shove you away but you pushed back and it made the angel push you completely to the ground, moved to the side, you didn’t have any attributes to physical fighting and it showed, you fell to the ground, looking up quickly to see the angel about to attack, without a second thought, you summons another star, a rather big one and made it push her aggressively, you made the star make the angel collide with a building, knocking the angel out, you gasped, not meaning to go that far but you turned to the sinner and ran to their aid, “are you okay??” you ask the terrified man before you, he looked at you in awe, you angelic features making the man stunned and mesmerized, “yes… thank yo- gh-“ the man choked, a spear through his throat, his blood splattered onto your clothes, hands and face, you closed your eyes for a moment from the sudden liquid of blood covering your face.

You opened your eyes and your eyes widened when you saw Adam and Lute in front of you, the sinner headless and long gone of life, “Fuck do you think you’re doing?” Adam said, yelling at you, you looked down and stared at the red, staining your hands, your breath hitched, you were trying to save a soul and it died immediately in front of you, before your very eyes, from feeling sympathy and sorrow, you clutched your hands tightly, a fit of rage riling up inside you, “ADAM! THIS STOPS NOW!” You shout, your angelic appearance in full as you flew into the air, cosmic dust following your form, your wings emitted cosmic dust, along with your hands, star dust following suit.

You glared at Adam, Lute glaring back at you, sensing you were about to become a threat, she immediately charged at you before swinging at you, you immediately summoned a star as a shield, side eyeing her, you made the star push her down, away from you, another star attacking her swiftly and powerfully, knocking her out too, Adam watched it happen so quickly, “What the fuck was that? what did you do to Lute?!” He says, going after you next, he was much slower but he managed to fight off your stars as he kept swinging at you, you being the faster flying, dodged easily, they may have been more experienced than you but they were so damn sloppy with their attacks. not to mention as a seraphim, you are much more stronger.

You flew higher into the air, a radiant aura forming around you, “This massacre ends now, Adam.” you say in a monotone voice, focusing on your power as you began to summon multiple stars, making all sentient at once, you were using a lot of stamina for this but you were willing to do this if it meant stopping this meaningless wrath of judgment.

You had made stars fall, multiple stars stuck onto Adam as he tried to fight them off but you made the goopy ones specifically for him, eventually he was invulnerable to move, the stars sticky and drippy, making it hard for him to struggle, you glared at Adam silently as he began to curse you out, you made a big star float flatly, carrying Lute back into the portal along with Adam as the stars took his guitar and carried it with him separately, your other stars retrieved the other angels in this army, dragging them all back forcefully to the portal, you made the other spare stars fly up to the skies and make it rain stardust in the skies, the dust was full of healing properties, making sure the sinners that survived could heal physical injuries, you hoped it was enough for them since you weren’t very experienced with the healing attributes you had, feeling your stamina drained, you flew back to the portal, closing it as you flew to the grounds of Heavens cloud, panting heavily, you had never used that much of your abilities like that before, all at once in fact.

You looked up to see Adam pissed off at, struggling to break free from goopy stars you still had on him, you laughed lightly at this, that shits kinda funny.

You splat onto the cloud, face first, regaining your stamina for a bit, meanwhile the whole army Adam had was conversing in confusing, they tried to help Adam get out of the goop but that only made the. stuck with him, you turned to lay on your back, wings following and looked up to the sky, for once, you felt rather proud of yourself for being able to full something like that but now it was the worse part to come, after recollecting your energy, you got up and flew off, dragging Adam with you, the stars of goop following as he muffled our screams.

When you returned to Sera’s office, you busted down the door with any respect, “Sera!” you shouted angrily, “We need to take about this job offer.” you grumbled, slamming your hands down her desk, the goop of stars putting Adam down as he deadpanned at you and Sera. Sera’s eyes widened from your sudden outburst and the blood covering your body, “I assume you couldn’t handle it?” Sera asked, after recollecting herself, “Handle it? I more than handled it, I dragged a whole fucking army back into Heaven!” You screamed, Sera glared as she stood up, “That was not your job, your job was to follow Adams orders!” she spoke back sternly, “This job and his orders are hypocritical to what we believe in! this is conflicting to the foundation of Heaven!” You argued back as Adam watched, Sera stared at you before sighing, “Can we speak alone about this?” she requests, eyeing Adam, signaling you to let him leave, “fine.” you scowl at her in detestation, you snap your fingers and the goop evaporated, also summoning his guitar to give back to him, “Christ, you’re a crazy bitch, you know that?” He says insultingly, he spoke as soon he got his guitar but you ignored him as the ordered the with a swift of your finger, the stars dragged him out the room and shut the door, all while you stared at Sera with displeasure.

“Why would you let winners and heaven born give divine judgment to sinners? What was your plan? What the fuck even is this job??” You began, hostility filling your voice. “The sinners were uprising, they were getting more and more bigger in population!” Sera responds, beginning her explanation, “and?” you asked unconvinced, “They were getting stronger, of they become to powerful, they may even reach the Heavens! they would take over and spread evil all over our realm.” She continues as you scoff, “and why would you think that? you doubting your fathers abilities to keep that under control?” you point out as she looks away, making you ponder, “does he even know you’re allowing your people to slaughter souls?” You ask.

She glared at you as she sat up in her seat, “He doesn’t and won’t know.” she says calmly and authoritatively, “seriously?! you’re doing this behind his back?!” You say, raising your voice in shock and anger, “unbelievable!” You say as you step beck from her desk, turning to leave her office, “and where do you think you’re going?” She asks, “where am I going? i’m going to tell all of Heaven on what the fuck you’re doing thats what!” you shout back, opening the door to leave but it shits immediately, Sera now in front of you, “you’re not going anywhere.” she says darkly, her figure towering over you as eyes appeared over her body, her angelic form showing.

You stepped back, looking at her staring daggers at her as she stepped closer to you, “and what makes you think I can’t?” you taunt, as she stood tall in front of you, “you will be silenced.” She says as pulls out an angelic spear of her own, knowing that she was threatening your life now, “What will Emily think when she finds you slaughtered her own sister?” You ask, putting up a facade of bravery, trying not show that she was getting to you, “Emily is not your sister.” Sera says aggressively and threateningly with pure hostility in her voice, seeing as that got to her it made you smug, “We’ll see when she finds out about how you allow her people kill the innocent.” You smirk with a shit-eating grin, knowing that no matter what she did, it wouldn’t turn out well for her.

It in-fact: did not turn out well for you, “We’ll see, when you’re gone for good.” She says as she swiftly moved you too quickly for you to react, her angelic spear carving your back, a mass amount of pain following as you screamed, you fell forward as she pushed you down as she stabbed her spear through her wing, making you wince in pain, adrenaline fueling your body from the shock that she actually took this path of violence. You tried to get up but she stepped on your back, pushing you back down, you look up at her in fear, her cold dead eyes staring into yours, “long before you know it, Emily will forget you even exist.” She says, swinging at your back again as you scream from agony, golden blood now mixing into the dried blood that covered you, you were shaking from terror and pain, she picked you up from your neck, as you struggled in her grasp, “stop- it!-“ you begged, trying to breathe, trying to kick her off you as golden blood dripped onto the ground in her office, she didn’t respond as she opened a portal, you turned to look, the familiar red skies before your very eyes, you turn to Sera desperately, “Don’t do this!-“ you gasped, struggling more in desperation, “You can’t!” You say, trying to pull her grasp off you, you were losing air and the stamina in your body.

“But I will.” She says with no solace or pity in her voice, she threw you into the portal with a second thought, closing it quickly, you gasped for air, adrenaline fueling your body as you regained oxygen to breathe but that was the least of your worries now, you were falling and your wings were to injured to fly, you were panicking as you tried to use your wings to fly but the pain was to unbearable, you saw your stars in the sky from earlier, protecting the sinners, thats it! thats your only ticket, you immediately tried to summon stars but it was a struggle to do so from how much power you already used from earlier, you had to overexert your abilities again, you mustered all the strength you had left within you, your angelic form showing as a bright colorful aura gleamed around you, you summoned stars but it was so hard to focus with adrenaline and panic that was fueling your body, you manage to make some stars but they were falling with you, some staying in place in the air for you to land on but you would quickly bounce off them from impact, you couldn’t focus at all, the sky rained stars that you had tried to quickly make but failed to use, it was too late as you crashed into the ground, a crater formed around you.

Your whole body hurt, it hurt more than anything you felt before, you weakly tried to sit up, you look at something glowing on the ground, you look to see a lavender blue star, the imperfect perfect star Emily had gifted you fell out of your hair, you winced in pain as your reached for the star, grabbed it and holding it to your chest as you laid back onto the ground, completely lost of any stamina and energy left to give.

Golden blood began to surround and puddle around you, the adrenaline and pain was the only thing keeping you awake right now, you laid there weakly, looking at the now red skies, you couldn’t do anything but only to try and breathe, trying to stay away, you were alone and no one in hell was going to go and try to save you. You were helpless, alone, once again. You couldn’t help but cry, scream in pain, why was this always happening to you? Why couldn’t you just find happiness? Why couldn’t the universe- help its only and dearest child? Your screams were so loud but they always heard im deaf ears, why did fate choose you to suffer this path? you screamed until you couldn’t anymore, you stared at the red sky as you waited for your in pending death. While looking at the sky, you see the stars shift toward you, raining their star dust onto you, the dust leaving soft touches on your skin, they felt like cool kisses, soothing your pain, you smiled weakly at your creations, your eyes feeling heavy as they tried closing, you fighting to keep them open but you eventually lost that battle.

eventually, everything went to black.

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Steddie Upside-Down AU Part 67

Part 1 Part 66

Time doesn’t pass for Steve, it washes over him. Everyone’s acting like staying busy will save him. Like distractions are even possible when there’s a buzzing beneath his skin, and his legs ache with the need to run from the thing he can feel breathing down his neck. Even here. Even now.

Still, he wakes up. He goes to school. He stays in line.

Carol stopped sitting by him in class. She just gazes at him across the room with moon eyes, begging to be let back in. As if the shitshow of his life is an exclusive club he kicked her our of and not life or death. Steve does him best to keep his eyes averted. It’s easy. Just like everything else, her attention washes over him.

Steve only really comes alive at lunch with Eddie by his side, but then it’s back to the drudgery. He changes into his gym uniform on autopilot, eyes unfocused in the bright light of the locker room. The bodies around him are meaningless, faceless things as they change around him, ribbing each other like any of this matters at all.

There’s something bubbling within him. It makes saliva pool in his throat. It feels a lot like rage, as he runs back and forth on the court, barely touching the ball at all. Even still, Hargrove stays up in his face, hands moving quickly, shoving him a little when the coach's back is turned. He’s goading, like any of this matters at all. Like Steve hadn’t gone to Hell last year. Like he doesn’t keep getting sucked back in.

“Jesus, do you ever stop talking man,” Steve demands, something sharp and angry coiling in his stomach like bile. It feels good almost. Alive. He’s in his body, can still feel his skin buzzing, but it’s with electricity now. “Come on.”

He passes the ball off, doesn’t even look where it lands. “You talk a lot of shit for someone who couldn’t even cut it in a little podunk highschool game,” Hargrove taunts.

He doesn’t know enough to aim where it hurts. Steve lets him rebound unopposed after someone misses. He runs to the other side of the court, something more frightening than Hargrove nipping at his heels. Still, he stops and puts his arms up, Hopper’s demands to act normal ringing through his ears.

Steve Harrington keeps his cool. He likes basketball. He wouldn’t let Hargrove just score. He wouldn’t run across the court, out of the school, and just keep running like something no one else can see is chasing him.

He plants his feet, hands raised as Hargrove fakes a shot, ready to slide with him, hand out for a steal.

There’s a foot behind his heel. He goes down, hard. The gym floors just as hard as last time. He smashes his face, feels something give in his nose, blood and tears instantly mingling on his cheeks as his eyes water with the pain. His eyes are squeezed shut tight against it, hand hovering over his nose with the need to make sure it’s still where it’s supposed to be. He doesn’t, afraid of making the pulsing pain worse.

His vision’s blurry when he finally opens his eyes. Tommy’s looking down at him, an unreadable look on his face as he holds his open hand down toward Steve’s prone form.

The gym’s gone silent around them. Steve can almost feel it pulsing in his head. He reaches out on instinct, slapping his hand into Tommy’s and holding fast as Tommy starts to pull him upright.

It’s just like when they were kids. Steve, knocked to the ground and breathless after failing the challenge posed by the monkey bars until Tommy runs over to pull him upright, using his hands to swipe off bark dust and pains alike until Steve’s good as new.

Steve was always falling as a kid, and Tommy was always picking him back up.

Steve feels carried, held, weightless for just a minute as his old friend pulls him up. Too soon, Tommy drops his hand. All the weight returns, and Steve’ still tilted at an angle, heels scrabbling for purchase until he goes down hard on his back.

It’s that same breathless feeling as the monkey bars, winded and aching. But Tommy’s looking down at him now, eyes squinted and cold. “Oops,” he says, breaking the strained silence.

Jeers sound, and Steve lays there, breathless, until the coach calls them all to order with a sharp blow on his whistle and a bellow of his voice.

“Go clean yourself up, Harrington,” he calls, barely sparing him a glance now that he’s not on the team.

Tommy knows where to hit so it hurts without using any words at all.

He goes.

He’s not even out of the gym yet before the sound of shoes squeaking and the ball bouncing resumes. Like the whole thing was a blip that didn’t matter at all.

The hallway is quiet and empty. Steve trails his hand along the cold metal of the wall of lockers, fingers pinching as he trails them over hinges faster and faster. There’s something chasing him, still. He’s just not sure if it’s the Upside-Down or the way his first friend’s eyes had gone flinty and cold.

He rounds a corner at a run, barreling into something warm and breathing, bringing them down with him as he falls to the hard floor for the second time that day.

“What the fuck?” It’s Carol’s voice because of course it is. He goes sprawling onto the cold ground as she groans, shoving Steve off of her. “What the hell do you think you’re–Steve?” Clearly having just caught sight of him, she crawls over to him on her knees, hands hovering over the mess of his face. “What happened?”

There’s something unfurling inside of him, a wild beast baring its teeth. He feels his own lip pull back as he asks, “why don’t you ask your boyfriend?” He slaps her hovering hands away, pulling himself painfully to his feet, Carol scrambling to follow him up.

Carol gasps, hand to her lips. “He did this?” Steve glares down at her, probably looking like a horror movie extra with the way she takes a startled step back. She purses her lips, meeting his eyes. He wonders what she sees as her gaze softens.

Steve curls into himself, arms wrapped around his wrist as he looks down at the smear of blood he’d left on the linoleum. He feels cold. He wants Tommy back. He wants to feel the way things used to, like the most complicated problem he had is wondering if his parents were coming back at all this time, or if he’d manage a B on his math test.

“He’ll come around, Steve.”

His hands shake where they’re still wrapped around himself. He digs his nails into his ribs, hard enough to hurt through the thin fabric of his gym shirt. “It’s been months, Carol,” he says, voice deadened. He’s still looking down at that same smear of blood, trying to make sense of its shape, how it got there at all. There’s something broiling inside of him. He lets it free. “Almost a year. How much longer am I supposed to wait?”

By the last word, he’s raised his voice loud enough that it cracks with strain as it echoes across lockers and windows and walls. It’s a surprise when no one comes to investigate.

“Steve–”

“Shut up,” he barks, finally raising his head to look her in the eye, clutching his ribs hard enough to keep his organs from leaking out. “When are you going to be on my side for once?”

She gapes, taking an aborted step toward him with her hand raised toward his face, before seemingly thinking better of it and dropping it back down to her side. “I’m always on your side.” She says it quietly, shrinking into herself.

“Not if you can be on Tommy’s,” he says, something curdling inside of him as she looks down at her own feet without any comeback at all. “When will you pick me over him?”

She doesn’t respond. Steve doesn’t expect her to.

Having the last word is supposed to feel good. He’s supposed to feel good, right? But it’s all curdling up within him, weighing him to the ground as he stalks down the hall toward the nurses office.

He leaves silence in his wake.

Part 68

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soulessjourney · 4 months

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Quiet Confessions

Paring: Astarion x fem!DurgTavReader

Word count: 1.4k

Summary: As memories flood back, Tav opens up to Astarion beneath the moonlight, sharing the chains that bind her.

Warnings: Truama talk, mentions of abuse and violence, Angst, fluff, hurt and comfort, Tav being an emotional wreck in the softest way possible, talk of self hatred

A/N: I'm gradually working my way down the list of tasks I need to complete, which means I'm getting closer to the fantastic requests I've been receiving. If you have a request, feel free to share it! I thoroughly enjoy bringing your ideas to life!

Uncertain of how long you had been away from camp, you found yourself lying in the grass, gazing up at the moon. Time slipped away as you became lost in the labyrinth of your thoughts. The journey began when a torrent of memories, once erased during your escape from the ship's pod, flooded back, triggering a piercing headache. These recollections unveiled a darker version of yourself, one capable of committing unspeakable acts in pursuit of power. The realization of your own monstrous nature left you feeling contaminated, haunted by the deeds done beyond your control.

Choosing to forget the past, you had embarked on a new life, hoping to bury the shadow of the person you once were. Yearning for the demise of that former self and its memories, you couldn't help but wish they had perished the day you awoke on that ship.

The serenity of your contemplation was interrupted by the soft cadence of approaching footsteps. Astarion, with his distinctive gait, revealed his presence. Over the past few months, you had honed the ability to identify individuals by the sound of their steps—a skill cultivated, perhaps, by the constant threat of someone attempting to sneak up on you.

Sitting up, you turned to Astarion, offering a tender smile, reciprocated by his affectionate gaze. "Once again, I fail to surprise you, my love," he remarked, settling down beside you.

You shrugged, reclining in the grass, allowing your gaze to settle on the moon. A comfortable silence enveloped the space between you as Astarion leaned back on one hand, holding a book in the other. He never felt the need to inquire if something was amiss; he understood that you would approach him when ready, just as you had done for him. Neither of you pressured the other, always waiting until one felt inclined to share what weighed on your minds. This dynamic defined the perfection of your relationship—rooted in trust and patience, creating a beautiful harmony. Astarion sensed your internal struggle and refrained from prying, recognizing the feeling of being bound to something without an escape.

You debated with yourself on how to approach the topic. Keeping your gaze fixed on the sky, you decided to let your thoughts flow into words. "Sometimes when I look in the mirror, all I can see is a monster—a cold-blooded killer who gazes into people's eyes as life leaves them. I hate how good it makes me feel when it happens," you suddenly confessed, pulling Astarion's attention away from the book. He closed it, placing it beside him, and lays back beside you, offering his undivided attention. He was prepared to listen to every word, no matter how violent or disturbing, understanding that being present for you in this moment was the best form of support.

"As I would take off my armor and examine my arms, a part of me felt ashamed of what I saw. Scars where the skin was rubbed raw. Initially, I thought nothing of it, but now I can feel those shackles that kept me confined to that room. A room with a window too high for me to look out, allowing sunlight to reveal its true small and decaying nature. A room where the body of the person I murdered lay in the corner, reeking of death, and I was forced to stare at it for days until the stench drove me mad," you whispered, furrowing your eyebrows as your mind wandered back into that haunting memory.

Anger surged through Astarion upon your confession. You were a prisoner of your own mind, with no escape until recently, just like him. Astarion refrained from touching you as he observed you beginning to fall back into the past—a familiar experience, losing oneself in a memory and reliving it.

"The day I felt those chains break from the ground was the day I learned how to truly walk. It was the day I killed so many people, and every single one of them begged for their life. I remember laughing and smiling like an accomplished fool when I took their lives. It's so disgusting, knowing that I did what I did, how I killed the people that I did. With that came the pure torture my so-called father put me through. He would lock me in this room with his followers and see just how much pain I could take. He claimed it was to make me stronger, to be the perfect killer I was born to be. But each time they cut into me, I lost myself piece by piece," you whispered, your voice thick with emotion.

Astarion rolled onto his side to look at you, studying your features as you spoke. He noticed the subtle cues—how your jaw clenched when discussing anger-inducing events, how your eyes softened when recalling taking an innocent life, and how your nose would scrunch when lost in thought. Everything about you was beautiful, breathtaking even, which intensified his resentment for the pain you had endured.

As you spoke, Astarion began to grasp why you lingered sometimes, gazing at views or exploring houses and temples. These were sights stripped from most of your life, confined to the inside of a cell or a room, enduring unimaginable pain.

What you chose to share next shattered Astarion and revealed the depth of your strength. "But now that I have Wyll, Gale, Karlach, Shadowheart, Lae’zel, Halsin, and even you, I'm learning how to be strong for the first time ever. I'm learning how to confront the darkness and face my own reflection without resentment, knowing that I bear the face you love and cherish. I'm learning how to truly live for the first time, and it terrifies me," you confessed. Astarion felt his eyes soften, his hand moving to rest beside yours, his pinky gently brushing against the side of your hand in a small gesture of comfort.

Lost in your memories, you didn't even register the subtle caress of his finger on your hand. Your eyes had glazed over, ensnared in the labyrinth of your mind, silent tears tracing their path from the corners of your eyes. Your profound silence began to concern Astarion; it seemed as if you were paralyzed in that moment, with no discernible movement. He felt a sense of helplessness, unable to assist you in the way he desired, as he, too, often succumbed to the torturous memories inflicted by Cazador.

When a strangled sob shattered the silence between you, Astarion sat up and enveloped you in his arms. This was a method he knew could often bring comfort when you broke down. No words needed to be spoken as he held you tightly. You were someone who wore a mask around others, refusing to reveal your vulnerabilities. Yet, with him, you found solace and strength, as he did with you. Lae’zel often remarked on how you both carried the weight of the world, calling you two sides of the same coin.

Or when rejecting Gale, he commented on the irony of your love for Astarion, noting the striking similarity in your personalities. While said to hurt you, there was truth in his words. You and Astarion understood the shared pain and the deep connection between you, choosing to be there for one another and share love you both craved.

Drawing you closer, Astarion let your head rest in the crook of his neck, his cheek against the side of your head. He released a breath he hadn't realized he was holding when he felt your arms wrap around his middle, bringing you back from the daze you were trapped in. You were here, in his arms, holding on as if afraid he would vanish if you let go. Leaning back slightly, he cupped your face in his hand, running his thumbs over your cheeks in a soothing manner. "There you are, my love. I was worried I lost you," he said, the concern and fear evident in his voice.

Shaking your head, you placed your hands over his, leaning into his touch. Although your response was silent, he understood. "Can we stay and watch the sunrise? I've never seen it before, and I want to experience this new thing with you," you whispered, searching his eyes for any sign of rejection. You wanted to linger, to feel alive, if only for a moment, before returning to the mask you had carefully crafted.

Pressing his lips to the crown of your head, he nodded, pulling you closer and shifting so you both could sit in a more comfortable position. "Of course, my love. For you, I'd sit through a million sunrises if you asked me to," he said, prompting a small smile to grace your lips. This moment with the person you cherished was your sanctuary, he was your home.

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ghouljams · 10 months

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Witch does some magic, Fae!Price remembers why witches are so dangerous

this is a longer one(1.4k words), dealing with a lot of spell work, and mostly OC stuff.

One of your friends is laying on your kitchen table. Arms folded to cushion their head, half asleep as you scrub their back with salt. You already washed the table down, chalked your largest circle on the floor, made sure your herbs were prepped. You really don’t know why you keep doing this to yourself. You let your eyes wander to look out your back door, peaking across your garden to your back gate.

“I can come back if you’re waiting on someone,” You friend mumbles, you shake your head. You grab a washcloth and dip it in the copper bowl of new moon water to rinse the salt off their back.

“You’re fine, I want to get this done today.” They hum, sitting up enough to finish their last swallow of tea before passing you the mug.

“You’re always so serious about this.”

“You pay me to be serious about it.” You step out of the circle to put their drained mug in the sink and finish your own. Hyssop tea isn’t your favorite but better safe than sorry. You grab another copper bowl and a small sachet from your cupboard. Another hum from your friend. “Where’d you get the baby ginger?” You ask, removing the small humanoid root from its sachet and placing it in the new bowl.

“Trade secret,” You try not to think too hard about it. There are a lot of things about your friend you try not to think too hard about. “Figure that should be enough to mix a few sessions worth of ash.”

You nod, casting another glance out your back door. You need it open for the sun, for the tie to summer to keep the room warm, but you also need your garden free of distractions. You twist open the jars you’d pulled. Morning Glory, Comfrey, Angelica, Marjoram, Ginger, fuck what are you missing?

“Ruda.” Your friend tells you, their eyes closed peacefully.

“You hate Ruda.” You leave the circle again to grab the herb. It feels like you’ve got everything but the kitchen sink in this bowl.

“The dragon’s blood will cover it,” You pause, at the edge of the circle, stomach twisting, “I can smell it.” Your fingers tighten on your jar, you hate when they do this, talk to you like they know what you’re thinking. Especially when they know better. You step over the chalk circle and deposit a few pieces of ruda in the bowl. You’re quick to strike a match and light the mixture, letting it burn down as you center yourself.

The sound of the wind rustling through the trees, the light herbal small of your garden, the warmth of summer, you do your best to keep your focus on the earth. Stable. Grounded. Your herbs crackle as they burn, the smoke finding its way out your back door, hardly bothering to be contained by your circle. Your house is silent, your fingers are warm and buzzing with potential.

Everything is easier after this, or faster. Magic always seems faster once you set it free to run. You mix the herbal ash with a little alcohol and some chips of dragon’s blood resin to make ink. You clean your needles and set your intention. You trace the patterns already on your friend’s skin and find the breaks that need to be mended, and snap on some gloves.

You poke new lines of honeycomb across their shoulder. Dip your needle in the ink and fix the pentacle on their spine, the salt, the concentric circles. Hyssop, lavender, parsley, you sink comfortably into your work tattooing herbs and wards. You mind is clear, present and gone at the same time. It’s comfortable here. Your friend sleeps as you work, not even twitching as you wipe at the ink.

You don’t think of it as what it is. Blood magic. Magic you shouldn’t be doing, wouldn’t be doing if it was anyone but them. Magic made just for this singular person, just for their needs. You mumble to yourself as you work, watching the pentacles turn, the sword glint. The honeycomb drips onto the lavender making you wipe at it to check that your lines are all connected. It’s complicated magic, a spell you’ve been weaving and maintaining for years. You trace your fingers around the unbroken ring at the center, the dark abyssal black that fills it. The sink.

You pull back and inspect your work, roll your shoulders, check the time. You pat your friend’s shoulder to wake them up before spraying the fresh tattoo with green soap. They groan and stretch out over your table.

“Feels like a fucking rock on my back.” They grumble. You hum, cleaning your work station to give them room to sit up.

“Gotta charge it, that’s what the sun’s for.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know the drill.” You help them up, careful to avoid breaking the circle or knocking over any of your herbs. They wave you off as they exit your house to your garden, sinking onto the little stool you’d set out. You hover close by, just to be sure they don’t faint. It’s happened before. You glance at the gate when they do, feeling your stomach flip when you catch sight of Price watching you.

Your friend waves you off, shooing you towards your distraction. It’s good you didn’t notice him sooner, it might have broken your concentration. The last thing you need is for a spell this intricate to backfire.

“You have a client,” Price nods at your friend, you don’t bother looking back at them, sure they’re enjoying the sun.

“You haven’t been around in a while,” You counter. Wincing a little at yourself. Truth for a truth. Though one is more an embarrassing acknowledgement that you noticed his absence. Price smiles at that before covering his mouth, trying to spare a little of your pride.

“Did you miss me?”

“No.” You say quickly. He nods, it’s cute the way you lie to him. “Did you need something?”

“Just wanted to check up on you,” He tells you, you raise a brow, clearly not buying it. The “and” that should follow that statement hangs in the air between you. He’s not impolite enough to impose himself on your hospitality when you have another guest. Especially not when you’re working.

It’s strange though, if he hadn’t seen you bringing your client out, he might not have noticed them at all. They look human, but.

But they don’t smell like anything. They don’t have any presence at all. You smell like burnt herbs, ink, residual magic falls off of you and threads through his. It’s terribly distracting. You’re always distracting. Enough to keep his attention off of whatever is in your garden.

“Well, here I am. No need to drop by just to see me.” Price respectfully begs to differ. He has every reason to see you. Your sincerity in the statement doesn’t go unnoticed.

“I thought you didn’t deal with creditors.” Price leans away from the threshold as you turn to talk to your client. He hadn’t even registered their presence.

“Go wait in the house if you’re all charged,” You tell them quietly. Charged. Price knows that term, what were you charging? The whole person? Your client shrugs and turns back towards the house.

Price’s stomach rolls, and he has to stop himself from taking a step back. Fae trap. The blossoming tattoo on their back hums and moves, alive with captured and contained magic. A seal on the client’s presence, a ward, a living hex breaker, all wild fed magic channeled through your spell work. Not human, just disguised as one. He can feel the hooks spinning off of them now that he knows what to look for. The fae itself doesn’t seem too dangerous, but the spell on their back...

You look up at him so innocently. Sweet as can be, waiting for him to take his eyes off your retreating client. “It’s good, right?” You ask, and he knows exactly what you’re asking. Knows that you know exactly what you’ve created.

You laugh, and wave your hand, “Not a chance, too much upkeep. I’d burn through the ink faster than they do.”

“Bloody hell,” Price swears, unsure what else to say to dislodge the knot his stomach has twisted itself into, "So you let a hunter in but not me?

"Hunters are stupid," you look over your shoulder towards the house, "think with their stomachs, easier to guard against. You on the other hand..." You look back at him, it's clearly a compliment, not one you're willing to say aloud, but he'll take it.

“You don’t have one of those on you, do you?” Price asks, a mixture of pride and apprehension rising in his throat.

#oc: witch #warning do not do blood magic at home or on anyone else #this is a closed course with professionals #woah who is that walking (actual) bombshell?#Price doesnt stick around long since Witch has to finish with her friend #but hes also happy to get the hell out of there #captain john price #john price x reader #fae!Price #i was like do i wanna post this its a lot of OC work? but then i remembered its my blog and i can do what i want #also because this friend is important and i feel like they need a little preview #stupid hunters: ghost and König and lowkey Soap

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runninriot · 3 months

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Inspired by the prompt Love is the only thing we can take with us by @thefreakandthehair for @steddielovemonth day 24

Only Love

wc: 1646 | rated: E | cw: canon typical violence, blood & blood drinking, talk about death, sexual intercourse with a monster | tags: Kas!Eddie Munson, Monsterlover!Steve Harrington, Sad Love Story, but it is still a love story

minors, this one isn't for you

If someone had told Eddie he would one day go into battle against interdimensional monsters, he’d have laughed and called them insane. Had the same person told him, he’d lose said battle against monstrous bats out of hell, he’d maybe have used the idea for one of his DnD campaigns or maybe wrote a song about it because it sounds kind of cool, pretty badass to think of a character having to fight eyeless, bat-winged creatures with vine-like tails to strangle you with and tiny, sharp teeth that can rip through skin and flesh like a knife through soft butter.

Doesn’t sound so great anymore once you know they’re real. Doesn’t sound very heroic either to tell the tale of almost getting eaten alive by a swarm of angry, flying monsters.

It’s a sad story, really, if you think about how young Eddie was and how little of his life he got to truly enjoy.

But it’s also kind of funny to think that fate chose someone as clumsy and cowardly as Eddie to become something better, something superior. A creature of the dark, a godlike creation forged in the Upside Down to bring horror and harm to a town that, to be honest, would’ve deserved his rage for all they’d done to him.

But lucky for the puny people living in Hawkins, there was one thing Vecna couldn’t take from him when he made him turn from human to monster. And while his heart might not be beating anymore, sitting stone cold in his chest now where it once was the source of life – one thing remained.

The thing that made the monster turn against his master in the midst of a raging war, spilling blood and guts, tearing apart every screeching thing that dared to come too close. One monster against an army of many until he came eye to eye with the One, the evil incarnate, and finished him once and for all to protect the people he loved.

Love was the one thing he took from life to death and beyond.

Love for a girl he couldn’t save but will remember for the rest of his days.

Love for a kid that has more courage in his left foot than Eddie ever had in his whole body.

Love for a group of nerds and losers that made him want to be a better person for them.

Love for him.

Eddie turns his gaze away from the full moon shining through a gap between the treetops when he hears the rustling of leaves in the distance. He doesn’t need to see Steve to know that it’s him, could scent him from miles away, but still he smiles when the other man finally steps out of the shadows and into the faintly lit space where Eddie has been waiting for him.

“Hey baby.”

Steve takes the hand reached out to him, lets Eddie pull him close against his body.

“Hey.” Steve looks up at him through hooded eyes, enthralled by the vision Eddie is.

Still so fascinated by Eddie, his transformed self, the demonic version of what he once was. Tall, much taller than before. With broad shoulders and strong arms. His whole body covered in thick, opal skin. He’s got sharp talons and even sharper fangs. Wings, black and leathery, reminiscent of the creatures that took his old life and gave him a new one.

Eddie leans down to plant a kiss on Steve’s waiting lips, just gentle – for now.

“Missed you so much.” Steve sighs as he crawls deeper into the cradle of Eddie’s arms, would melt right into his skin if he could.

And God, how Eddie missed him too.

They never get enough time together, can never stay as long in each other’s presence as they both would like.

It comes with the curse of being the thing he is now but they both take it as it is because it’s better than not having each other at all.

Just one night every full moon is all they have. All Eddie allows himself to have. Because with Vecna defeated, he is the one now ruling the Upside Down, lonely like the Devil reigning hell, making sure the creatures of this other world stay trapped where they belong.

It’s a price he’s willing to pay to keep his loved ones safe.

To make sure the young man in his arms has the life he deserves – peaceful and quiet, not fighting wars that aren’t his to fight.

“Missed you too, my love. Couldn’t wait to have you in my arms again.”

Eddie pulls him closer, feels his boyfriend’s heartbeat thrumming in his chest, healthy and strong. He can hear the rush of Steve’s blood running through his veins; it’s singing to him, soft and enticing like a siren’s song. He can smell the natural scent of Steve’s warm skin, mixed with the deep fragrance of the forest ground and brittle wood.

It’s intoxicating, mind numbing, addictive.

Steve pulls away, knows what Eddie wants, wants what Eddie needs.

“Take it,” he says. Unafraid and always so ready to share what keeps him alive.

A rush of ecstasy takes hold of Eddie’s senses, makes it seem like the world around them shifts, turns reality into a dreamlike sequence. Moonlight falls on Steve, illuminating his angelic form with a silvery glow, makes him shine like Sirius in the night sky.

“My pretty boy.”

Eddie’s voice is nothing but a growl, deep and dangerous, resonating in his own ears like the sound of a hungry beast.

Steve bares his throat, offers himself to the monster that takes hold of the few remaining pieces of humanity that Eddie has left in him.

Eddie opens his mouth with a hiss, makes way for his teeth to grow, ready to take what he’s being offered so freely. The pointy tips of his fangs pierce easily through Steve’s skin, breaking enough of the protective layer to let blood spill out. It’s like drinking pure light, tastes better than anything else. The world’s most expensive wine couldn’t compete with it, no fruit could be sweeter than Steve. Every drop is a burst of flavour on his tongue, slowly dripping down his esophagus in a warm and steady stream.

He’s greedy for it, sucking the precious liquid into his mouth with fervour until he feels Steve’s body go limp in his arms.

He pops off with a wet sound, licks over the wound to soothe the stinging pain.

“Kiss me, please,” Steve begs, voice weak but demanding.

And Eddie does. Kisses him with blood stained lips, painting Steve’s mouth dark red with it – sharing what he took from him.

“Love me,” Steve whispers into the kiss and Eddie tries hard not to ravish him instantly.

He lifts him up, strong arms wrapped protectively around Steve, and carries him to their favourite spot. Here, where the ground is overgrown with tick layers of moss and clover, he lays Steve down gently.

“Love you so much.”

They fuck on the dewy forest floor, hidden away from the world, covered only by the night as their blanket. Steve is trembling, shaking uncontrollably as Eddie splits him in half, careful not to hurt him anymore than necessary. His new form isn’t made to easily glide into the depths of this frail human body; it’s rough, almost brutal but he knows that Steve wants him like that. Writhing and crying, so perfect and soft, Steve begs him for more:

“Deeper, baby. Go harder. I can take it.”

It’s beautiful, the way Steve’s tears glisten in the moonlight as he loses himself in the harsh rhythm of Eddie’s hips slapping against his skin. Deeper and deeper Eddie thrusts into his hole, fucks him hard and good. He pulls out a beautiful whimper with every push, viscously dragging his inhuman size along Steve’s inner walls, hitting the right spot over and over again. He’s got one hand curled around Steve’s hardness, gliding spit-slicked and in merciful contrast to his otherwise torturous movements up and down the length of it; giving Steve what he needs to find relief.

When Eddie can feel Steve tripping over the edge, he finds his neck again and bites down once more just for fun, just to take in all of Steve. To feel his warm blood on his tongue and his slick release on his fist, fills him up in return as a reward, a thank you, a sign of his undying love – you’re mine, I am yours, we are one in this unholy union.

Steve comes down slowly, held tight in Eddie’s arms with his wings wrapped around them to keep Steve warm against the cool night air.

It’s almost midnight, they’ve got only got a few more hours together. So they do what they always do – stay close, hold each other, kiss. Eddie listens to Steve talk about his life, his work, his friends (‘They miss you. It’s hard not to tell them you’re alive.’ – ‘Well I’m not really, am I? It’s better that way. I’m only here because of you.') Steve cries and Eddie feels his pain tenfold.

“Please stay.”

It’s the same desperate plea every time. And Eddie wants nothing more than to give in, wants to stay with Steve in this beautiful, dark dream but they both know he can’t.

“I’ll come back.”

Before the moon begins to make way for the rising sun, Eddie carries a sleeping Steve back to his home, lays him gently down on his bed and kisses his lips once more.

And like so many times before, the only thing he can take with him into the darkness he made his own prison to keep everyone safe, is the love that keeps him alive.

“I’ll come back,” he promises again, “I’ll always come back to you, Steve.”

#steddielovemonth #love is...#day 24 #eddie munson #steve harrington #kas!eddie munson #monsterlover!steve harrington #steddie fic #minors dni

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rainontherooftops · 7 months

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Sweet Souls create Sweet Blood

Summary: Taravella "Tav" Greenleaf sneeks away from camp one night to have a good cry. Her friend Astarion, ever vigilant, comes to talk to her - finding out what makes her so sad. Add a concerned wizard to the mix...

Fandom: Baldurs Gate 3 Pairing: Gale x Tav - Platonic! Astarion x Tav (Virgin!Tav) Rating: T Trigger Warnings: Low self esteem, talk of sexual intercourse, self doubt, tears, jealousy, rejection Info: This is set between Act 1 and Act 2 of the game somewhere.

Sweet Souls Create Sweet Blood

„Tears are really not attractive, darling. You should stop crying.”

Taravella “Tav” Greenleaf chuckled through her sobs and tried to wipe her cheeks. She’d thought she was alone this night, sitting at the edge of the small plank that reached into the river that flowed past her, her feet dangling lazily in the current.

Tav didn’t need to look to see that a vampire was near. Her new friend and companion Astarion sat down beside her on the wooden walkway, looking out onto the water and watching the moon reflect on the surface.

“Why the tears, my dear?”

She wasn’t really surprised that he wanted to know. Ever since the party at their camp to celebrate the Tieflings rescue, the two of them had become more friendly. Not in a sexual or romantic sense – but somehow, unspoken, they had woven a small but strong strand of friendship and trust between them.

“Because I think Gale tried to kiss me and I blew it.”, she finally admitted, being more open than she’d wanted. But there was no use in lying. And if Astarion wanted to be her confidant, why not?

“Really now? I understand why you’d want to cry then. Did I tell you that he allowed me to take a nibble the other day? The man tastes like bile.”

Another chuckle.

“But I’m very perceptive. By now I think the whole camp knows that you want him to kiss you. So, I ask again. Why the tears?”

Sighing, Tav leaned her throbbing head on Astarions shoulder and let his arm sneak around her in a comforting gesture.

“I’m not surprised that it’s that obvious”, she finally said.

He squeezed her shoulder to nudge her along.

“Can you taste if someone is a virgin or not, Astarion? In their blood, I mean?”

From the corner of her eyes, she could see that he looked a bit taken aback. Apparently, one could not taste that someone has never had sex by sucking their blood.

“You act quite innocent, and you didn’t indulge at the party like some of the others – but I didn’t really think you were still an innocent”, he finally answered.

Tav shrugged. “It just hasn’t happened yet. Haven’t met a man or woman in my past that was interested in me. And look at me, I’m not exactly a price…”

“Nonsense, darling. You might not be as beautiful as me, but you have your charms.”

Another chuckle. Tav could feel that the conversation between them slowly lifted the weight on her heart.

“The thing is”, she continued, nudging a bit closer for warmth, “I like Gale. I really… really do. And the other night I think he tried to kiss me. But… but I backed away.”

Astarions grip tightened just a bit, a growl in his voice.

“Did he try to force himself on you? Because if he did…”

Tav shook her head vehemently. Gale would never….

“No… But when he tried to approach I suddenly… well. He’s been in bed with a goddess… An actual goddess… and I’m… Well, I know the mechanics of sex of course, and the people in camp are not exactly quiet, and I’m a healer so of course I know what part goes where and what to look out for and how to be save and…”

“You’re spiraling, darling.”

Another sigh.

“I just found myself asking: Why would he want to be with boring, plain me? I can never measure up to Mystra.”

Astarion was silent for a while and Tav relaxed under his soothing half-hug, her feet still being tickled by the cold torrent of the water.

“Do you know what makes blood taste sweet, darling?”

Confused, she leaned back to face her vampire friend, shaking her head.

“I thought Gale would taste rich, like a fine aged red wine – but the magic orb inside him makes his blood taste awful. Given his character though, I thought he would taste sweet.”

Tav listened, fascinated.

“I told you drinking the blood of thinking creatures was different. So, what makes blood taste sweet, sour, spicy, awful, rich or stale is entirely up to what their soul is like. You, my darling, are sweet, caring, helpful, have a heart of gold and most of all – you are kind. Which is why your blood taste sweet, like honey being put into a rich cup of tea. And if the wizard doesn’t fall in love with your soul, then he is a fool.”

It was perhaps the most wonderful compliment anyone had ever given her. So wonderful even that Tav started crying again, hugging Astarions midriff and sniffling, staining his expensive shirt with her tears.

Before the vampire could react however, someone behind them cleared their throat quite loudly.

“Apologies for the interruption”, Gale said, not sounding sorry at all.

Astarion acted so fast that Tav only later realized what he had done. He muttered “thank me later”, into her ear before laughing and pushing Tav into the cold river.

It wasn’t very deep and the current not as strong as she had thought. When she stood up, the water reached her bellybutton.

Tav could hear Astarion laughing, sauntering away while Gale was running along the edge of the plank to lean down and give her a hand.

“Are you alright? Did he hurt you?”

Tav shook her head, suddenly shivering, while she took Gales hand and let herself be pulled from the water.

“Why the hell would he do that?”, the wizard growled as he cast what Tav could only assume was the Gust of Wind spell as she felt a warm breeze envelope her and slowly but steadily drying her clothes.

“It was a prank”, Tav fibbed. “We were having a rather… illuminating conversation and I think he wanted to lighten the mood a bit."

Gale was still holding her hands in his, looking down at her face, his features sinister.

“And the tears…. Were they because of him or because of me?”

Damn. Was she that bad at sneaking away from camp? She had hoped the impromptu dip into the river had masked the fact that she had been crying, but apparently not.

When she didn’t say anything, he must have assumed that her silence was an answer, because he backed away slightly.

“Ah, I see…”

“Gale- “

“No need to explain. I clearly misread your behavior towards me. Or perhaps I’ve been blinded by wishful thinking. That doesn’t mean that your rejection hurts any less.”

“Gale, I’m not…”

“But I really thought we shared something.”

“Will you shut up for a second you stupid wizard?”

Gale stopped his speech and looked at Tav in confusion and shock – but to his credit, gave her the time to speak.

“I… I like you, Gale. I like you a lot. But…”

Now or never, Tav. Your blood is sweet. Your soul is sweet. You can do this….

“I… I was afraid that… I am afraid that you might not want to be with me because…. Because I’ve never been with someone. Ever…”

For all his intelligence it took Gale Dekarios a long while before the copper dropped. His eyes went wide before he looked Tav up and down – and then the most delicious blush covered his face.

“Y-You… you mean like…. Never ever?”

She shook her head, sheepishly.

“And… and I thought I could never in a million tendays live up to the experience you have… I mean you’ve slept with a goddess and I…”

Tav was silenced by a tentative but determined fingertip to her lips.

“I admit that is not what I expected to hear tonight. And it does put a few more steps into my plan to romance you properly on my to-do list. But, Tav… Mystra may still be my mistress. But my thoughts and my heart are with you. Have been for a while…”

There were no words for the next few minutes as Tavs heart burst with joy and she suddenly had the urge to wrap her arms around Gale and kiss him.

Unfortunately, the wizard was not well balanced, and for the second time that night Tav landed in the river below.

But this time it was not as cold – because she was wrapped in the warm embrace of the man that she was slowly falling in love with.

AN: This is my first fic for Baldurs Gate 3 - and gods do I love these characters. I really really would like to have Astarion as a friend - so giving him a friend to console when she pines for Gale was something that I wanted to write.

I hope you enjoyed this!

anyone up for a NSFW Part 2?

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piko-power · 7 months

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Under the Moonlight - Final Part- Source of Light

Read Part 3 if you haven't already - Arguing with Myself (Sort Of)

Quick note: This story takes place before the sequel. Any Sonic Movie story I write like this one will be a pre-sequel story.

TW: Slight gore, though there is no blood, it's mainly violence towards Nightmare creatures.

Sonic was all by himself in the dark woods, and encounters a dangerous enemy. Believing he'll settle in to his new lifestyle, some unexpected visitors came to save the night.

He couldn't stop thinking about it. For hours he couldn't stop thinking about it.

He couldn't stop thinking about them.

They saw everything, and they were terrified.

Why did he lose control of himself? Why did he do that? He would never do that.

But he did all of it anyway, because he's the Werehog.

Puppy like whimpers escaped from his mouth when he continued to sob by a tree. He looked up to see that the moon was almost gone, but the stars were high and bright.

He lost track of time but he knew that it would be morning soon.

At this point, it might be impossible to look for Light Gaia's Bracelet in time to get rid of this stupid Werehog form.

And even if he succeed, Tom and Maddie, and the majority of his hometown, would be scared of him for a long time.

It's hopeless, even if there is hope for Sonic.

"Dumb Dark Gaia energy..." He grumbled sadly, putting his head down again.

You keep forgetting that I can hear you.

"Oh, shut up." He barked hoarsely. "Why won't you go posses someone else and leave me alone...?"

You are quite the simpleton for being so powerful. Like I said, you cannot rid of-

"I KNOW!" He rose his head up again, yelling at nothing in particular. "I know I can't get rid of you!" He panted, feeling restless and tired from screaming and crying.

He plopped back on the ground, face into the grass. "Just stop talking to me..." His voice mumbled.

Sonic. It is almost the rise of dawn. You need to complete our mission.

"I can stay as the Werehog, but I don't want to hurt anyone anymore..." He sniffled.

I'll make you if I have to.

"...And I'll fight back." His eyes glow for a moment.

Dark Gaia sighed.

For how long? How long would you be able to fight back when you know fully well you that put your town in fear?

"It's your fault that I caused havoc back there..." He argued.

Is it, really, when it was you who partially became a Nightmare, and nearly cost one's life in front of hundreds? Including your family?

Sonic froze.

"Th-They're... How did you-?"

Like I said, I know everything about you. Once my energy is one with a being, I have all their memories. Knowing their weaknesses, I will use them to my advantage to create an bigger army.

Sonic sit up in horror. "W-Wait... Are you saying...?"

You knew those humans of yours are looking for you, don't you?

He looked out to the dark opening of the woods. He gulped, and his lips quivered. As much as he knew that Tom and Maddie were afraid of him, he just wished they were here right now.

But at the same time, putting the pieces together he wanted them to stay away from him at all times, knowing that Dark Gaia will make him hurt them, or anyone near him.

"I won't let you make me hurt my parents just to get you a bigger, stupid army, you JERK!" He roared at the sky.

Careful. Your anger. It take you over as well. Sunrise is soon, and your energy will become unable to resist.

They're right. ...Again.

He must remain calm. He doesn't want to destroy anything or hurt anyone again. He already scared Green Hills badly, he does not want to make it worse for him or the town.

It's for the best to stay away from the town for good. If Dark Gaia doesn't make him, of course.

"I can't go back... I can't put Green Hills in danger all because I turned into a monster..." He said to himself. "They'll be safe when I'm far away..." He was choking up again. "And I'll be safe if I stay here... Where the Nightmares belong..."

About that...

Before Dark Gaia can say anything else, a low growl could be heard from within the forest. Sonic jumped and got back on his feet, looking around for the source of the sound. "What was that?! A lion?! Wait a minute, there aren't no lions in Green Hills..."

You are half Nightmare, may I remind you. Not all of my minions will cooperate with you since the transformation isn't complete yet. But I will do all I can to make sure they behave themselves so that way they won't harm you, only the humans.

"What are you, their dad?"

Do not mock me.

"Whatever."

However, if you ever dare to ignore my orders again at this point... Well... You'll see.

"Compared to how I look, I bet they won't look so..."

Catching something from the corner of his eye, Sonic turned to his right to see something come out of the shadows...

A dark blue and violet-ish creature, with a glowing aura which appeared to be purple fire of sorts coming out of it's spikes on it's back. Their eyes glow a frightening bright pink, staring into Sonic's soul.

Their arms and hands were huge and they had sharp blue claws, same for their feet. The claws on each were glowing light blue like the fire and eyes. There was a long horn coming out from between it's eyes, and it had a long tail that looked like a glowing sickle.

There were glowing markings on the back of it's hands, in an eerie magenta color. Sonic watched as the creature goes on all fours for a brief moment, snarling at him.

"A Nightmare." Sonic spoke finally, backing away slowly from the beast.

The Nightmare was unsure if the Werehog is it's ally, since it's half Nightmare like them, but half human. Though the Nightmare was confused on why it isn't human, but whatever isn't infested with Dark Gaia energy is the enemy nonetheless.

"Look, pal," The Werehog stuttered, faking a smile. "I don't wanna start anything, alright? Just because I don't wanna be like you that doesn't mean you wanna pick a fight, right? I mean we're both Nightmares, yet we both have our differences! That makes sense, right??"

All the Nightmare could do was growl quietly at the startled teen.

His ears pinned down to his head. That didn't work.

My Nightmare wouldn't trust you so easily considering your appearance, but until you find a human or more, and transfer your energy to them, you will gain the Nightmare's trust.

"Good luck with that." Sonic says, backing up more. "Ever since I defeated Robotnik, my duty is to protect the people I care about! To be a hero! And because of you, the whole town thinks I'm a monster!"

The Nightmare slowly began to approach the Werehog, snarling at him and preparing to attack.

"As long as I stay here in the woods, I won't bother anyone again. And I don't care if you can control me, I will find a way to snap out of it like before and keep my family and town safe! Like a real hero I am!!"

The Nightmare then lets out a loud, glass shattering screech of a roar and pounced on the Werehog, ready to bite his head off. Sonic let out a yell trying to push this creature off of him.

It's mouth was filled with fangs just begging to rip something apart. It continued screaming at the Werehog, trying to attack, but Sonic kept fighting back, trying his best to remain calm and not go feral like last time.

"Get! Off! Of! Me!" He strained, pushing as hard as he can.

He groaned loudly, using all his strength to push this beast off. With a cry, he lands a big punch on the Nightmare's stomach, sending it flying a few feet away from Sonic.

The Nightmare collapsed on the ground and Sonic quickly got back up on his feet. His eyes were huge and his mouth was agape. "Holy crap..." He stared at his humongous hands and a big smile slowly crept back on his muzzle for the first time since forever.

He began to laugh out loud with pride and excitement, running in circles on all fours. "OH, MY GOD, ARE YOU SERIOUS?! THAT WAS SO FREAKING COOL!"

He then came to a halt, and looked down at his hands again, unaware that his tail is wagging fast like a hyperactive dog. "I didn't know I was that strong! HAHA! In your face, Nightmare!"

The lizard like creature got back up and turned to the Werehog, incredibly furious now.

"Uh oh." His joy quickly vanished the moment the Nightmare glared right at him. "Probably too early to celebrate."

You made quite a mistake. You should run.

"I'd rather stay here. So that way, no one can get hurt but the real enemy." Sonic got back on his hands and feet, preparing to attack the Nightmare.

He took a deep, long breath, calming himself down, before opening his eyes, which are no longer glowing, and back to it's usual emerald green windows of the soul of a hero he used to be.

A hero he still is.

He smirked his traditional smirk. "Come and get me." He called out in a cocky tone.

The Nightmare charged at the now confident beast with another loud shriek before suddenly they were kicked in the face by someone's foot, making it tumble to the ground just inches away from Sonic.

"What the-?!" Before he could react, in front of was the person, who attacked the Nightmare, landing back on his feet.

Sonic gasped and got back on his feet, taking a step back.

"TOM?!"

The Donut Lord himself turned to face his fluffy friend, with a tired but big smile. "Hey, bud." He said, panting.

"Thomas!" Another voice cried out from the distance. It was Maddie, the Pretzel Lady.

"We're right behind ya!" Crazy Carl was there too, also catching up with the sheriff.

"Maddie?! Carl?!" Sonic was relieved, yet shocked to see the three humans in the same forest as him out of all things. "What are you guys doing here?!"

"Saving your butt, that's what!" Tom try to stand up straight, taking some deep breaths, while being comforted by Maddie.

"But... B-But..." Ears bent back and tail flopping down to the ground, the Werehog stepped away further, feeling unprepared and scared now.

Perfect timing.

"No! You shut up right now, dude! I am NOT in the mood to deal with you!" He yelled at a tree, which was kind of random to everyone involved except Crazy Carl.

"Sonic?" Maddie said, one eye brow raised.

"Uhhh, haha... That was nothing." He chuckled.

They're here. Now... Do it.

"NO! I WON'T! Get out of my head!" Sonic cried out once again to nothing at all, which is worrying Tom and Maddie.

"Sonic, who are you talking too?!" Tom said, trying to reach out to the Werehog.

"it's Dark Gaia." Carl said. "It's communicating with him since he's half Nightmare. He's trying to fight back it's control."

The couple looked at each other and nodded, knowing what to do next. "Carl, you distract that... Thing, me and Maddie will go comfort our kid!"

"You got it!" Carl gives a thumbs up and ran towards the Nightmare. "Just don't get hurt, alright?" Tom said.

"I'll be fine! I got what I need to fend mahself!" He said, pulling out a flashlight. The Nightmare was about to attack Carl, but he began to shut the flashlight on and off rapidly at the creature, blinding him constantly with light.

It shrieked loudly, covering it's eyes. "Go on! Get! Get!!" He yelled at the creature, not stopping the blinking light anytime soon.

"Guess that'll do." Maddie said, with Tom nodding in agreement. They both run off to see Sonic, shaking his head violently.

"Go away! GO! AWAY!" He cried.

Last warning, Sonic. Do as I say, or I'll make you.

"I'M NOT HURTING MY PARENTS!! JUST GO AWAY!!"

He then punch a hole through the tree. He yelped, not meaning to do that.

"Sonic! Buddy, you need to calm down! Dark Gaia's in your head!" Tom said, cautiously approaching him. "You think I don't know that?!" Sonic barked at the sheriff, nearly scaring him.

He gasped, realizing what he had done. "N-No! You shouldn't be here! Leave before I-!"

"We are not leaving you, young hedgehog!" Maddie said, placing her hand on his hairy arm.

His eyes grew in fear.

"DON'T TOUCH ME!"

POW!

He lightly punched Maddie to the ground. She winced, feeling scrapes on her arm. She sat up, holding onto her arm. Tom ran up to her and placed his hands on her cheeks. "Maddie! Are you okay?"

The Werehog couldn't be any more frightened. He hurt her like he did before back at the house. "Nononononono! NO! GET OUT OF HERE!"

"Sonic-!"

"Please! I don't want to hurt you!" He screamed, feeling tears stinging his eyes.

"Uhhh, guys? The flashlight's not working!" Carl said, waving his "weapon" quickly before seeing the Nightmare snarl at him. He stuffed his weapon back in his pocket and ran to the group. "We need to run someplace else before-!"

"THERE'S MORE OF THEM?!" Maddie shrieked.

"Too late."

A couple more Nightmares slowly crept through and out of the shadows. They were nearly surrounding the four. Carl put up his fists, ready to beat up some monsters, Tom and Maddie held each other's hands and Sonic was out of breath.

I am out of patience.

Oh no, here comes the stupid headache.

The hedgehog cried out, holding his head, fighting back the control. "GO...! AWAY...! I DON'T WANT TO...! H-HURT MY..." He groaned loudly, tears streaming down his light blue muzzle.

The couple looked behind them to see their kid crying in fear. "Sonic!' They both shouted.

The sun will rise soon and you will be my puppet! You will obey!!

When Sonic opened his glowing eyes, he looked up to see the horrified Tom and Maddie.

The sight weakened him at first but...

Looking at them for long enough...

They weren't running away. They were blocking the Nightmares' way of trying to reach to him, even Carl. He wasn't running away either. Well, it's Crazy Carl, of course he's not running away.

But Tom and Maddie...

These people who gave him their home and look out for him for months...

Now seeing him as some slightly bigger monster, who ruined a bank and beat up a bully, didn't run off.

They weren't scared of him. They were scared of losing him.

After all this time, he thought he frightened them because of his appearance. They were really just worried for his well being?

But he's a Werehog.

...But to them, he's still their hedgehog.

The ringing faded. The pain faded. The control faded.

Sonic got back up, completely ignoring Dark Gaia's control. He exhaled a shaky, but determined breath as he opens his eyes, no longer glowing slime green, but this time, the electric bright blue.

Lightning began to bounce off his quills, back to their normal blue color. Tom, Maddie and Carl back away a few steps, knowing exactly what's about to happen.

The Nightmares took notice and kept their glowing eyes on their new target; the traitor.

Once more, he smirked.

What the hell is this?! You are under my control!! How is this possible?!

"Plain and simple, really... I'm in control now."

Then, with a burst of speed, the Werehog punched a hole through one of the Nightmares, and it screeched out to the heavens. Tom and Maddie gasped loudly, seeing the scene unfold.

"Oh, I love where this is goin'." Carl said, smiling finally.

He pulled his fist out of the lizard beast's chest, and landed another punch but to it's face, knocking it out completely. It fell to the ground motionless, and faded away like dust.

"Who's next?!" Sonic announced loudly to the crowd the Nightmares with an iconic smile on his face.

They all hiss at him before charging at him. One of them tried to scratch him but he dodged quick enough for the Nightmare to attack the ground instead. He grabbed it's horn and shoved it's head in the ground.

Then he landed a dozen punches at another one before landing a heavy kick to the face, defeating it completely. Sonic continued going all out on the monsters one by one, some both at once.

Tom, Maddie and Carl watched as each and every Nightmare fall to the grass and evaporate to the winds. "Go, Sonic! Come on! Get their asses!" The sheriff cheered. Maddie lightly shoved his elbow. How dare he swore in front of their hedgehog-werewolf child.

It felt like hours, but the Werehog wouldn't stop until every last Nightmare in the woods was completely down and out.

Then, one last Nightmare of the group tried to ambush him, creeping slowly and growling quietly. Maddie took notice of the monster and gasped.

"SONIC!" She cried.

He put his head up, feeling someone, or something, behind him.

Before the Nightmare even got a chance to pounce of him from a distance, the Werehog took a quick turn and STRETCHED his arm right at the creature at scary speed, impaling it.

Sonic just stared at his now stretched out arm, that was probably as long as a canoe. He blinked a couple of times. "...This form never fails to surprise me in so many ways." He said, flabbergasted.

The Nightmare goes limp and Sonic pulled his arm out and it goes back to it's original length. He was still wondering how he could do that. Probably a Nightmare thing.

As he looked back at the monster he knocked out, it faded away.

Finally, all the Nightmares are gone.

Sonic stood there for a moment for a few seconds, calming himself, before he turned to his left to see Tom, Maddie and Crazy Carl. They all looked so relieved to see him okay and proud that he took care of the Nightmares.

At first, he was relieved and happy with himself, glad he protected his friends and took out the enemies. But...

He frowned and looked away for a second, feeling guilty about the situation he caused earlier. He sat down, both of his hands placed down on the ground. His ears drooped and so did his fluffy tail.

He looked back up at the humans to see their concerned faces. "You can go now..." He sadly spoke.

"No way." Tom said, walking up to him. "We're not leaving you out here."

Sonic was startled to see Tom approach him so quickly. "Y-You should! I-I was causing trouble in town, I couldn't control myself at first! ...I even hurt Karen... She was a jerk but she didn't deserve..." His lips began to tremble.

"Honey..." Maddie goes up to the Werehog along with Carl.

"I looked like a monster back there... I am a monster..." Once again, tears were working back up. "You were so... terrified. Y-You were scared of me!"

Tom and Maddie couldn't feel more heartbroken.

"Y-You don't have to be here... Please, just go... I don't want to hurt you..." He choked, turning away and walking off, until Tom held onto his giant hand.

"Buddy..." Tom began, showing such a genuine, yet sad, smile. "Back at the house, we were afraid at first that you would lose yourself completely, but of course, you were still your ol' self, chasing down a cat instead of trying to attack us."

The Werehog was still facing down at his socks.

"Shocked about what happened, but still worried for your safety, me and Maddie went out to find you. To make sure you're okay." He continued. "I'm kind of glad you didn't see how Maddie reacted during the whole search. The poor thing couldn't help but talk about how worried she was about you."

"But not as worried as Tom." Maddie came in, kneeling down to face Sonic at his level. "We were both scared for you, despite those... drastic changes you had. We were hoping you didn't run out of town on your own again..."

"But..." He croaked. "I hurt someone..."

"You didn't mean to." Tom said. "You never meant that. It was Dark Gaia messing with you. Carl saw everything too and he told us everything."

"It's true." Carl added.

"We were lucky to find you out here. It was the first place Carl believed you'd run into. I was afraid you might come across any danger, though." The Donut Lord said, patting his shoulder, comforting the Werehog.

Sonic slowly raises his head to see Maddie and Tom, showing a smile on their face.

A relieved smile.

A loving smile.

He smiled back. Just a small smile, though.

"You're not mad at me? Or scared of me?" He stuttered out the question.

"Hey," Tom spoke. "Werewolf hedgehog hybrid or not, you're still our Sonic Wachowski. You've always have been since the day you saw your room for the first time. Since then, you've always been part of our family."

"And we'll do all we can to make sure nothing bad will happen to you, and we guarantee we'll get that Light Gaia's Bracelet in time before sunrise." Maddie added.

"...Really?" Sonic said, a brief glimmer of hope shinned from his emerald eyes.

"Absolutely."

There was a small pause, a pause of the small family looking at each other. Despite all the chaos that happened, their still together. They will always be together.

The pause was interrupted by a hoarse, but gleeful chuckle from Sonic himself. "You guys love me too much."

"Well, it's better than that than none at all, right?" The sheriff said. "Like I said, your feelings matter, and they always will, silly."

Looking back on that Halloween night, during the end of their trick or treating journey were words similar to what Tom had said. And he was right.

Hedgehog, Werehog, whatever, his feelings, and him as a whole, are important to these couple of humans in front of him. The very humans that got his back since forever.

Another wet chuckle escaped from his mouth. His smile was more wide than a while ago.

Then, Tom's smile grew afterwards.

"...What?" Sonic tilted his head slightly.

"I'm sorry." Tom said, looking away for one second before erupting into small laughter. Sonic was caught off guard by the sudden laughter and just stared at Maddie, who was also showing off a big smile.

"I'm so sorry, Sonic, you're just adorable." Tom finally managed to speak out.

"Wait, WHAT?!" Sonic screamed, backing off a few steps. "I'm what now?! Excuse me, buddy, but I am NOT adorable! Especially as the Werehog! I mean, look at me! What do you mean 'I'm adorable??'"

"From what I was told, werewolves are supposed to be ferocious, but you, sir..." Maddie says, beginning to reach out for his ears. He squealed and backed off even more, who is now right next to Carl.

"Don't even think about it, you two! I am not adorable, alright?!'' He warned them, trying to act tough, but it was useless.

"Compared to Ozzie, you look like an alien hedgehog version of a puppy! You ARE adorable." She says, finally being able to place her hands behind Sonic's ear.

"Don't do it."

From the look of Maddie's smug smile, she'll definitely do it.

The scratching from behind the ears finally commenced, and the Werehog's eyes grew in fear. He shall not be treated like some sort of puppy. He's not a puppy, and he is certainly not adorable-

Oh no. It feels good.

After just seconds of getting scratched, a goofy grin crept on Sonic's face and tried not to laugh, feeling ticklish. "Y-You guys are the worst!" He says between giggles.

Curse his back ears for being good weak spots.

His tail was wagging again as the ear scratchies continued, and Sonic's laughter was louder this time. "Aww, you like it, don't ya Sonic?" Tom asked.

"Q-Quit it! Hahaha!" Even though he sort of hated getting ear scratches, he needed this laugh after everything that had happened during this night.

The night was full of chaos on so many levels, he needed something to lift his spirits. Tom and Maddie were they to lift those spirits alright, but not with ear scratches!

At least he feels better finally after so long.

Eventually, Maddie stopped tickling the back of Sonic's ear and the Werehog tried to stop himself from laughing. "I-I'm sorry, give me one second-! Haha!" He snorted.

The couple just looked so happy to see and hear their hedgehog laugh again.

Carl was satisfied to see the Blue Devil cheered right back up again, but his thoughts were right back to Dark Gaia, and the fact that it's almost morning.

"I don't mean to ruin your moment, but..." He says, pointing out to the sky. The three looked up to see the dark sky becoming brighter slowly.

The sun is beginning to rise.

"Uh oh..." All of that laughter quickly washed away the moment he looked up at the sky, seeing most of the stars going away in seconds.

"If we hurry, we'll still have time to search for that Bracelet." Carl noted. "We can't waste any more time at this point."

"...Right." Tom says, getting back up.

Maddie gets up along with him. "Since you know so much about Dark Gaia, and probably Light Gaia, where do you think the bracelet is?" She asks.

"The heart of the forest of Green Hills. ...Hopefully." Carl sighed.

"Then come on!" Sonic says, jumping right back up on his feet as well. "We gotta get moving before those Nightmare jerks show up again!"

"And make sure you don't go crazy." Carl added.

"Right. That too..." He said, briefly looking down at his claws. He knew Dark Gaia isn't gone from his mind forever, and since the sun is rising soon, he needs to hurry this up before he loses his senses completely.

Or worse, hurt his family.

"Lead the way, Crazy Carl."

"Don't have to tell me twice, ya Blue Devil."

Carl runs off, with Maddie and Tom following him. Sonic stays behind for a while, looking down to the ground, feeling uncertain. His stomach was feeling uneasy.

You will not ignore me again.

"Heh. I was wondering when you were gonna show up." He spoke out to Dark Gaia.

You were lucky... somehow, but you won't take control for too long. The sun is rising, and you will fall, and be one with Dark Gaia.

A low, yet calm growl as let out by the space hog.

Soon, when the time comes, my darkness will reign over the Earth, as intended. No more retched light that burns upon my wondrous shadows. My energy will never be rid of. You are powerless against me.

"Maybe so," He spoke. "but Light Gaia sure isn't."

Then he dashed off, catching up with Tom, Maddie and Carl.

At the perfect moment, you will give me what I want.

"HEY! OVER HERE!" Carl cried out from the distance. The couple and the Werehog turned to see Carl looking over from behind a bush.

They push aside the leaves to see a small circle of gravel surrounding a tiny metal arch stabbing against the ground, front and center of a tall stone tablet of sorts, slowly breaking down after centuries of being there out in the open, and writings of an unknown language.

"Is that...?" Is all Sonic could say, looking out at the small half ring on the ground.

"It appears to be." Carl responds.

The group walks out of the bush and approaches the area with great caution. Looking around, including Sonic, for any Nightmares lurking in the dark.

Carl crouched down to take a good look at the ring. "Oh, yeah. This is the one, alright." Carl's smile was forming behind that bushy beard of his.

"The Light Gaia's Bracelet! We found it!" Sonic exclaimed, pumping both fists in the air. But the victorious feeling faded away for a while when a thought came.

"It looks really stuck in there, though..." He wondered out loud. "We can get it out. Right, guys?"

They all nodded.

"I'll do it." Tom says, going down on one knee. "Just be careful, Tom." Maddie, placed his hand on his shoulder, worried that he might pulled a bone or two.

"He'll be fine. He's the strongest guy I know!" Said the Werehog.

"We can't rush, but we need to get this wrapped up. The sun's almost here." Tom looked down at his watch.

It read 6:24AM.

Tom grab a hold of the bracelet with both of his hands and pulled hard. He grunted loudly, trying to get it off the ground as fast as possible.

Only a few itches of the bracelet got off the ground. Tom was already out of breath, but kept pulling anyways. "I'm helping." Maddie says, kneeling down and holding onto the bracelet next to Tom.

"Don't break it." Sonic says, feeling more impatient and nervous by the minute, waiting for something to pop out from behind the trees.

He nearly forgot about it.

Light is upon us. Now.

"Oh, no. Nonononono...!!" The throbbing pain was making a return. Dark Gaia is gaining back control. "NO! NOT NOW!" He pleaded through his teeth.

"Sonic! Remain calm! It's gonna be alright!" Carl held Sonic's arm tightly, hoping that someone's touch can help him snap out of it. "Remember that we got your back, Blue Devil!"

"GET... OUT... OF MY... HEAD...!" The Werehog growled quiet enough for the monster themself to hear. Blue sparks pop out his quills slowly.

Your power will be a great cause to my army. You will fall to my grasp and become part with Dark Gaia!

"Never... In a million years... You MONSTER!" Sonic barked.

"Any time now." Carl demanded calmly as the couple still struggled to pull the bracelet out of the ground.

But with enough strength, it was beginning to become more lose by the second, until finally...

"GAAGH!" With a loud grunt, Tom and Maddie managed to pull the bracelet free, revealing the full Light Gaia's Bracelet.

A huge, shiny, silver bracelet with some sort of click on the bottom, shows off a small bright emerald green orb on the top.

"The Bracelet...!" Sonic spoke weakly.

NO!!

"Gaaagh!!" He screamed out, catching Tom and Maddie's attention.

"NOW!" Yelled out Carl.

I WILL NOT FAIL TO THE LIKES OF YOU!!

Tom, with the bracelet in hand, ran up to the hedgehog and snapped it open for it to be big enough to fit him. "Hold still. You're going to be okay."

Carl moved Sonic's arm over to the sheriff but he kept trying to attack. "N-NO...! STOP...!"

"Hold still, little buddy." Tom kept saying, holding onto his kid's arm as he tries to put the bracelet on him. Dark Gaia's energy was getting stronger at this rate, and the transformation's second stage was about to start.

Now or never.

"Please work." Tom prayed under his breath as he snapped the bracelet back on, holding tightly on the Werehog's arm.

YOU WILL NOT- ... ...

It's voice stopped suddenly.

The pain faded away.

Sonic blinked.

Then, in an immediate second afterwards, a big burst of light shot out of Sonic's chest, unlike the first time he transformed, it was a bright green light, shooting out into the sky and through the clouds.

His eyes were glowing white, and was arisen off the ground as the energy of Dark Gaia was getting sucked out completely. The Light Gaia's Energy from within the bracelet's crystal emerges to erase Dark Gaia's.

The sickening dark purple smoke rose from out of the hedgehog's body and slowly disappear into the crystal, trapping and ridding Dark Gaia's Energy for good.

A blinding flash emits out of the hedgehog, and Tom, Maddie and Carl covered their sight for a while. "What's happening?!" Pretzel Lady cried out.

"Don't worry! This was supposed to happen!" Carl said.

Eventually, the flash and the beam was gone, and Sonic, who was high up in the air, began plummeting to the ground. Tom gasped and ran up to the falling hedgehog and let him fall into his arms, safe and sound.

"Buddy?! Are you alright?!" He asked, worry in his tone.

The space hog could only groan in response for a while, as he slowly opened his eyes. He blinked a couple of times before looking up to see his friend, his eyes now fully adjusted.

"Tom?" He finally said.

A small, relieved laugh escaped from the Donut Lord.

Sonic sits up, still in the sheriff's arms, looking around himself. "Hang on a second..." Blue, skinnier and less hairier arms? Check. Hands and paws back to normal? Check. Quills back to their usual style? Check.

"It... It worked! IT WORKED!" He yelled out, excitement and need for speed finally back into play. He jumped out of Tom's arms and ran around in a circle millions of times in lightning speed, laughing and cheering.

"WOOOOOOHOOOOOO!!!" He shrieked out his happiness for the whole world to hear, glad to finally be back to normal.

Tom, Maddie and Carl all laugh lightly, watching the little hedgehog run around the area and dance around a bit, never feeling more energetic in his life.

"Sonic the Hedgehog is back, baby! WHOOP WHOOP!" He exclaimed, doing a back-flip before stepping on a rock that nearly stabbed his foot. "Ow! Ow, ow, ow! That hurt! That really hurt! Ow!"

He painfully stepped away and checked on his foot, only to notice that both of his socks have giant holes underneath now. His socks are ruined. "Awww, man... Come on..." He whined.

His socks weren't the only things that were ruined, though. He even noticed he wasn't wearing gloves. They were ruined too. "Seriously...? Now I gotta get a new pair..."

"It's alright buddy," Tom says with a small chuckle. "we'll buy you some new gloves and socks later today. ...Right after I take a quick nap."

At the right moment, the sun was shining through the leaves of the trees. Morning has arrived.

Sonic was extremely relieved the whole supernatural mess is over with. Glad to not hear Dark Gaia's voice bugging him, and especially glad to not deal with the whole Werehog look.

"Thank goodness..." He sighed heavily. "It's finally over."

"Right?" Maddie was exhausted, yet happy to take care of the situation. "Couldn't have done it without your help, Carl. Thanks."

"Hey. It was a pleasure of mine to help out some friends." Carl said. "I'm just glad your little Blue Devil was back to normal just in time."

"You and me both, man." Donut Lord laughed, tiredly. "Though... I should probably let the town know about what was going on with Sonic."

"Definitely." Carl, Maddie and Sonic all said in agreement. "I especially owe Karen an apology." Sonic said, scratching the back of his head. The beat last for a short time when he chuckled suddenly. "But I highly doubt she'll even listen to me, so what's the point? Haha!"

"It's gonna be a long day for me, that's for sure..." Tom let out a tired sigh, needing some sleep despite needing to check up on the town and the people in it.

"Still..." Sonic began. "That sure was an adventure. I seriously thought I was gonna be the Werehog forever! I thought you'll all be too afraid of me..." He cupped his hands together, still feeling guilty about what happened a few hours ago.

"We were never afraid of you, bud." Tom kneeled down, placing a hand on his shoulder and patting him, comforting him.

That silly little cocky smile of Sonic's appeared on his muzzle. "Says the one who use a tranq dart on me. Ha!"

"It was an accident! Ugh, are you EVER gonna get over that?"

"Nerp!"

"Of course not."

The two goofballs laughed away, going in for a little hug. They needed this laugh. After a long night.

They needed this moment.

They're both glad to be part of this moment.

"Welp, I'm glad I get to help, but I should get back to my RV." Carl said. "Happy for you, Blue Devil. Welcome back."

The hedgehog's smile couldn't get any more huge than it already was. "Thanks, pal."

"I'll see ya'll later!" Carl waved goodbye before leaving, heading back to the woods. Tom got back up on his feet and walked over to Maddie. "You alright, hon?" He held her hand.

She took a deep breath, rubbing her thumbs against the back of his hand. "I'm okay... I'm okay." She said quietly, tears nearly forming in her eyes.

"I know that mess was pretty, well, messy, but it's all good now, okay? Sonic's still here. He's safe."

"Yeah, guys! No need to get yourself worked up!" Sonic said, winking. "I'm not going anywhere! Don't you worry!"

Then, a big, long yawn escaped from the hedgehog's mouth. After a restless journey as the Werehog and searching for the Light Gaia's Bracelet, he never felt so exhausted in a long time.

"I can't believe I stayed up all night..." He mumbled to himself, rubbing his eyes. "I really need to get some sleep..."

"Yeah, we should probably head back home." Maddie said, shuffling some of her hair out of her face, still feeling like a wreck after the whole Werehog thing.

"Good idea." Tom agreed. ruffling up his hair for a bit.

Tom and Maddie looked out to the forest, figuring out where they entered and where they should leave. "The whole town must be loosing their crap right now. I bet Wade couldn't sleep after hearing all the commotion." She mentioned.

"Haha! Yeah, probably." The sheriff laughed.

"I think the closest route to Green Hills is this way?" Maddie guessed, looking out to her right. "Let's go." She goes off.

Tom was about to follow her but then noticed that someone in the group was missing. "Sonic?" He looked around for a second before seeing the speed demon asleep, completely out, snoring away on the grass and his head was in his arms, already drooling on his hand.

He huffed a quiet chuckle, finding the sight quite cute, but he needs to be sleeping on a real bed.

He approached the sleepy hedgehog and kneel down to place a hand on Sonic. "Sonic? Buddy." He shook slightly, trying to wake him up. A small grumble was the only response.

"Sonic. Wake up, little buddy. Buddy?"

"Come on, little dude. It's time to get up. Wake up, Sonic."

"Nooooo... Five more minutes." Sonic groaned, trying to go back to sleep.

"It's almost past nine, I don't want you to sleep through the whole day."

"Wuh...? It's not past nine, I thought it was six or somethin', I don't know, lemme sleep..." He mumbled on before dozing off again, snuggling against his pillow.

...Wait a minute, pillow?!

"Hold up!" He cried, sitting up with a start. "What happened?! How did I get here?! How long was I asleep for?!"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Calm down, Blue Devil." Tom placed his hand back on the hedgehog's shoulder. "What's wrong?"

"I-I just fell asleep! In the woods! How did I end up here?" He asked, half asleep and confused about his surroundings. He was just at the forest a few seconds ago, what the heck happened?

"You weren't asleep in the woods?"

"Uhh, yeah, I was. You were there, and so was Maddie and Carl."

"...No??"

"Did you seriously forgot about the whole Werehog shtick or something? I thought- Wait. My gloves!" His hands suddenly caught his attention away from Tom.

"I got my gloves back! But how...?" Sonic is really confused on what's happening.

"Buddy, slow down. It's okay." Tom chuckled. "You just had a bad dream."

There was a beat. The hedgehog turned to face the Tom and blinked. Multiple times. "What? What do you mean? I-I thought I transformed into the Werehog and fought those weird lizard creatures and stuff! That didn't happen...?"

"Nope. None of that stuff happened. It was just Carl's story getting into your head." He said, patting his head. "It was only a dream, little buddy. You're alright."

"Man..." Sonic sighed. "It was just a dream? The whole time? Phew..." He rests his head back on his pillow. "At least I didn't actually hurt anybody. That was crazy!"

"Sounded like it."

"I'll admit," He said. "most parts of that dream was pretty cool but for the most part, it was kind of... Spooky." A small smile crept on his muzzle saying the last word.

"Definitely never eating Halloween candy before bed again." He said to himself, sighing in relief once more, looking up at the ceiling.

"I knew the candy had something to do with that nightmare of yours." Tom suddenly said.

The space hog's eyes grew wide open.

He sat up straight and faked a very nervous laugh. "I-I mean, I didn't eat any candy! That was probably a dream too!"

"You mean these?" Tom asked, before putting down a small pile of empty candy wrappers in front of Sonic. He gulped and audible gulp.

Busted.

"Ohh, boy."

"Thought you pretty clever, huh hedgehog?"

The hedgehog sighed and pushed aside the pile of candy wrappers, feeling silly. "At least the candies were delicious."

"You are just like me when I was your age, I swear..." Tom laughed as he takes the wrappers and puts them in Sonic's trash bag, and placed it back next to his bedside table.

"Guess you learned your lesson, huh?"

"Yeah. I just couldn't wait to eat all that candy! I'm sorry, Donut Lord." He scratched the back of his head, looking at his feet.

"Don't worry about it. The important thing is that you didn't eat ALL of the candy."

The hedgehog looked up at his friend for a moment and smiled. He sighed again. "I still can't believe that whole thing was just a dream! It felt so real! The transformation, those creatures, the action, everything! Kind of feel a little bummed out that it wasn't real..."

"Really? Kind of thought you'd be a little frightened after a dream like that." Tom said.

"It had some good moments! I was kicking some butt back there! It was actually kind of cool!" He beamed. "I was protecting you, Maddie and Carl from those Nightmare freaks and I was SUPER strong! And my arms can stretch! I didn't even know Nightmares could do that!"

"Uhh, last time I checked, Nightmares can't stretch their arms."

"...Oh. I guess my dream was just throwing in some new ideas." He giggled.

Sonic kicks off the sheets, and sat on the edge of his racecar bed. "So... Dark Gaia really was just a ghost story?" He asked.

"That's right." Tom replied. "But you know something? Even if we hear some silly ghost story, and think it's just simply a story, sometimes it just plays with our heads. Happened to me when I was younger when I first heard about Dark Gaia."

"It was a pretty spooky story, I'll admit."

"Yeah, but our imagination can get creative in a lot of ways. And I can tell that yours is very creative." He said with a smile.

Creative. Sonic knew his dreams were wild and fun, sometimes weird and maybe creepy, but he never thought about his dreams being creative.

His Werehog adventure was neat, and very spooky, but a lot of fun looking back at it. It sounded like a great ghost story on it's own. Plus, it's part werewolf part hedgehog. How could anyone not like that idea?

"Creative, huh...? Y'know, Tom? I think I have an whole new idea on my costume for next Halloween." He said, already taking notes in his head for the best Werehog costume ever.

It'll just have to wait until next year.

The end

Happy Halloween!!

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CHAPTER FOUR : BOLD FACED LIES AND CIGARETTES

A/N: Hello?! what’s this? a new chapter? that’s right chapter four of hiraeth!!

Word Count: 2.2k

Content Warnings: mentions of war, injuries, bullying (?), strong language, horrible accent writing and probable OOC and historical inaccuracies

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The sun had started to set by the time a new person arrived at Winnie’s hiding spot. Ron had left a few minutes prior claiming he was needed for food service preparations. Winnie thought it was just because the man didn’t know how to talk to people

“Winnie?” The voice of Dick Winters called out “are you alright?”

Winnie huffs an unamused laugh

“I just bit and drew blood from one of the men” she mumbles

“I suppose you did” he counters “but, I was more worried about what caused that reaction”

Glancing up at the red headed Lieutenant, Winnie pursed her lips, before turning away from him

“I’m fine. Won’t happen again” she mutters

Dick let’s put a low sigh, folding his hands behind his back, nodding

“While that is appreciated, i am more concerned about why you were in such a panic” he sighs “what you did, while not best case scenario, was not against the rules”

Winnie picks at the grass, drawing shapes in the dirt.

“i talked to Lieutenant Sobel, convinced him that having you on latrine duty would serve as better punishment than removing you from the airbourne” He continues

Nodding silently Winnie stands, dusting off her shorts she bites her cheek

“Thank you Dick- Lieutenant Winters” she stumbles “that was not necessary, i would have taken my punishment for my wrong doing”

Dick sighs, crossing his arms over his chest.

“As i mentioned, there was no technical wrong doing” he glances back towards the Easy company barrack “Shifty is pretty worried about you, kid, at-least tell him you didn’t die a tragic death”

Winnie nods.

——

The crickets chirp all night long, Winnie discovered. After a quick shower to remove the lasting feeling of dried blood off her chin, and a short conversation with Shifty that yes, i am okay. no i don’t want to talk about it right now. thank you for caring. Winnie once again found herself sitting on the steps of the barrack.

Her dog tags jingle slightly as she twists them along the chain, rubbing her thumb over her name and number. That was all she was. a number. Not a person with a family, a person with dreams. A number to be used and moved like a marionette.

The crickets used to remind her of home, when she would stay awake on the farm until the early hours. Just her and the moon, talking. Now it just reminded her of what she lost. Her home, her family, friends and comrades. The crickets taunted her.

Next to her tags, a small necklace. A present from her parents before she left. Winnie was not religious. She did not believe in God or divine intervention. Many of the men wore crosses or stars, or some form of religious jewellery. Winnie wore a small handmade cow charm on a silver chain. Home.

She wasn’t sure how long she’d been sitting outside for, her face going numb in the cold. She didn’t even notice the creaking of the door or the groaning of the planks under someone else’s weight.

A warm hand on her shoulder causes her to jump, pulling her fist back instinctively.

“Fuck!” she hisses “you scared the shit outta me!”

“I’m real sorry, didn’t mean ta frighten you” Eugene apologised “called out to ya, didn’t respond, like you were caught in some trance”

“Oh. sorry” Winnie mumbles, rubbing her thumb over her dog tags as she looks out at the grass “must have been lost in thought”

The two soldier sit in silence, only disrupted by the occasional shouts of protest from inside the barracks, from the various games of poker they played. Winnie often wondered what her life would have been like had she of not joined the ANZAC’s. Had her dad gone and died in the mud jungles of new guinea when his knee wouldn’t allow him to climb the treacherous slopes. Had her mother saw her as she was leaving that morning and stopped her. Would she have finished school? worked the farm like her brothers?

She often fell into pits of self guilt. Blaming herself for events out of her control because of an event she could control. She wouldn’t be scarred and broken had she of not deluded herself into thinking her position in the military would make a change. That the efforts of one small, scrawny girl from a town no one had heard of playing dress up, would affect the war. Just like the boys back home who wanted to be soldiers for pride and glory, Winnie played soldier.

“You want to ask about it.” Winnie muttered “That’s why you’re here right?”

Eugene shrugs, lighting up a cigarette before offering the pack to Winnie, who takes one with a tip of her head in gratitude.

“Everyone wants to ask ‘bout it” he counters

Smoke fills the air as the two sit in silence. Winnie wanted Eugene to let it go. To not wonder about her story, her time in the army. Contradictory, she wanted someone to care. To care enough that they would listen to every detail, tell her how brave she was, hold her hand and make her feel like a person again. Not some rabid dog with tags around her neck.

“What is it that everyone wants to know?” she sighs in defeat, a need to belong over taking her need to be distant.

“The scar” he scratches his cheek, the same place of Winnie’s scar.

With a huff, she flicks her cigarette to the ground, stamping it out. Maybe she didn’t want to belong that badly.

“Service wound.” she responds bluntly “I was on the front lines before coming here”

Eugene hums out in understanding, the only noise apart from the men inside, still playing cards.

“Where’d ya serve?” he drawls, taking a final drag of his cigarette and crushing it beneath his boot

“Africa mainly, spent some time in New Guinea” Winnie picks at the skin around her nails.

Eugene nods along softly with the explanation, letting Winnie talk at her own pace.

“That don’t sound too fun, from what we get told about those places anyways” he settles on saying

Winnie let’s out a short scoff

“It definitely had its moments” she looks down at her hands, half expecting to see them coated a deep shade of red

“And the scar?” he asks feigning nonchalance

The memories of that night flood to her all at once. The german soldiers, the hot sand, the moon in the sky overhead. She can still feel the burning in her lungs some nights when it’s all to hard to breathe and her throat feels heavy under an imaginary weight of a forearm

“Africa” she mumbles

Nervously she fiddles with her fingers, the look Eugene gives her goes unnoticed

“Look. I just don’t want people to think of me differently” she mumbles “So if i tell you this, can you keep a secret?”

Eugene nods.

——

“That’s why I bit him.” Winnie concludes “I didn’t want to hurt him… I just… It’s been a long war and I got lost”

“That sounds awful… i’m sorry that happened to you Winnie” the cajun man drawls

“Not your fault” Winnie shrugs “you gotta keep that a secret. Or i will bite you on purpose.”

“Won’t tell a soul” Eugene smirks slightly at her threat

The door to the barracks slams open.

“Winnie! you gotta come play poker with me. I’m loosin’ real bad” Shifty complains “I’ll teach you how to play and everything”

Winnie raises an eyebrow, sending a skeptical look to Gene.

“You want me to play… even if you have to teach me?” she asks “How bad are you losin’?”

“Well I ain’t doing too good, that’s for sure” he awkwardly rubs the back of his neck, a grimace on his face

“I don’t know Shifty I don’t wanna make anyone uncomfortable” Winnie hesitates

“She’d love to play” Gene answers

“That’s great! I’ll see you in there!” Shifty grins, walking back into the barracks

Winnie hits Gene in the chest with an open hand

“Why the fuck would you say that” she grumbles “I don’t wanna play poker.”

“You gotta make friends with ‘em at some stage” He retorts

“You know. I’m starting to really hate you yanks” Winnie complains, still she stands and dusts off her pants

She stops infront of the door, turning to look back at Gene

“Thanks for not telling anyone” she mumbles, quickly entering the barracks

——

The hooting and hollering of the easy men come to a deafening silence. Judgemental eyes mixed with looks of skepticism sweep her up and down. Winnie stands in the doorway, fiddling with her fingers behind her back

“Well come on Winnie!” Shifty beams “You can’t be any worse than me at cards”

Shifty sits down on one of the crates, card game abandoned in the middle of the make shift table

“I’m not playing cards with the crazy broad who tried to bite Joe’s finger off” the man in the bed beside her argues… Bob? Maybe it was Bill. Bill sounded right

“He shouldn’t have put his fingers near her mouth then” one of the men countered, someone she hadn’t met yet

“The crazy broad has a name” Winnie raises an eyebrow

“yeah yeah” Bill waves his hand in the air “just hurry up will ya, got me some money to win”

Winnie shuffles over towards the makeshift poker table, pulling up a crate to sit next to shifty. Dealing out the cards, Bill gives Winnie and Shifty the one set of cards.

“What are the rules?” Winnie asks, staring at the cards in her hand

“It’s poker, you don’t know how to play poker?” one of the men ask, He was tall and had a scowl.

“i’m just wondering what the rules are” she mumbles

——

It was with a withering glare that Bill laid his cards down as he folded. Winnie bluffing that her cards were a straight flush instead of two sevens. Most of the men stopped playing after the third round were Winnie cleaned them out of smokes and cash. Bill persisted, claiming that he needed to win his money back.

—

Sitting on the front porch with her dad as he beats her round after round at poker. Chocolate chip cookies and various sweets used as bets, her father had a pile that seemed to be a mile high.

“how do you keep winning daddy?” a six year old Winnie asks. Her front two teeth had fallen out and she waited desperately for the tooth fairy.

“practice, and knowing how to play the game and the players” he responded, ruffling her hair

“play the players? you can’t play the players daddy that’s silly!” she giggled

“my sweet girl, poker is just as much playing the game as it is playing the players” he pulls her to sit on his lap “if you know how to lie and bluff than you can get away with lots of things, like having bad cards in poker”

—

“Did I win again?” Winnie tilts her head in confusion

“Yeah you fucking win again” Bill grumbles

The men jeer and punch him in the arm as he glares at the girl collecting her winnings. She wouldn’t need to worry about cigarettes for months!

“You lost to a broad Bill” Joe Toye slaps him on the chest

“I know I lost to a fucking broad” he hissed

Winnie piled her cigarettes into her crate and collected the money she won into her wallet with the help of Shifty, who was beaming

“Keep the pack” Winnie smiled and threw him two packs of cigarettes

“Boy you really showed them!” Shifty smiled “I didn’t know you could play!”

“Beginners luck?” Winnie smiled

“I ain’t ever seen a beginner play as good as you” he stated

“Guess i was real lucky” She shrugged

“Crazy beginners luck” Someone called out

“Maybe next time you’ll get some too” she smirked

The man made his way over to Shifty and Winnie with a troublesome grin

“George Luz, i believe you stole four of my cigarette packs” he introduced himself

“Well George Luz, I would apologise, but i wouldn’t mean it” Winnie shook his outstretched hand

“Say what happened to your face” George asked

Winnie defensively rolled her shoulders back and set a glare on her face

“It’s rude to ask people about their scars.” she muttered

“I meant your eyes, they’re… purple, d’ya get punched?”

“Oh… broke my nose last night, when Sobel made me run currahee” She blinked in shock, not expecting her broken nose to be a point of interest

“Fuckin’ Sobel” He muttered “Doc fix you up?”

“Hm? oh yeah, Gene set it back into place” she confirms

An awkward silence falls over the conversation before George is called over by a group of the other guys, one of which was Joe. He turned around with a goofy smile

“And, hey, don’t worry too much about the whole biting Joe thing, some of us won some real money off ya” he winked and walked over towards the loud bunch.

Dumbfounded Winnie stood at the end of her bunk, a pack of cigarettes in her hand, looking up at Shifty

“People bet money on me to win?” she spluttered

“Well sure, odds were stacked against ya, but some of us made some money” he replied in his usual soft spoken tone

She thought about his response, a feeling of warmth spreading through her chest. Maybe she would fit in after all.

——

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A/N: I really hope you guys are liking this fic! i’m really sorry it’s slow to start, i just want you guys to see Winnie’s struggles as a person before really getting into it, but please feel free to let me know what you think!

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We'll say hello again (Nevermind the chasm between us) 4

Bhairav doesn't leave her hand at all. He stands there, back rigid and new scars displayed on his chest proudly, but he doesn't leave her hand, even as she bends down to take Amrendra's sword. He knows not to interrupt her, knows that even his touch on her brother's sword is forbidden.

The horse hilt brings all the memories that had borrowed themselves in her mind and as Katappa talks about the day she and Amrendra were born, Gauri unsheathes the now clean sword. The scabbard stays in her left hand while she manages to prick her left thumb on the sword carefully.

No swords should be used prior to the sacrifice of one's own blood.

This is the sword that Katappa killed Bahu with. The sword that Gauri ordered forge. The sword that Bahu named Kaali. She doesn't register any pain from the prick and carefully holds the hilt. The surge of life feels incredible and somehow, Gauri feels every ounce of power that she's not had in the past twenty five years.

She closes her eyes, tightens her hold on Kaali, and twirls it in an arc that would have sliced the belly, upper arm and neck of someone, had they been in her way.

"The Queen died while giving birth to the twins," Katappa says in the distance,"Your father, Amrendra Bahubali and your aunt, Gauraangi Devi."

Gauri smiles,"He never lived in a world that did not have me. Even when I wasn't breathing out of our mother's womb, he cried and sobbed— refused to be handled well until he was near me." She doesn't remember all this, obviously, but she knows what her maid in waiting, Srivika told her.

"I didn't breathe until he was near me."

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They are seven today. Maa sits down between the three of them and smiles,"What do my darlings want for their birthday?"

Bhalla begins to speak but a raised eyebrow from maa shuts him up. He received his gifts on his own birthday, a fortnight ago. Bahu looks at Gauri and tilts his head. She knows this look. He wants to ask maa for something that is ostentatious and needs her to back him up in expressing want for it so he feels less guilty.

She exaggerats her nod to him, pretending to let Maa see that she wants Bahu to speak.

"A window sill, Maa," he says,"the moon looks beautiful from the window in our room but standing there for hours is exhausting." She doesn't care as much for the moon. Yes, it's pretty, but Bahu's smile is better. Seeing him excitedly ramble about the state of the stars and the moon is everything Gauri wishes until the day she dies.

Maa looks between them like she knows this is a plot and Gauri still has to ask for her own gift. She wants to ask Maa for her Mata's, her birth mother's, information but she holds her tongue. She can ask that any day. Asking for a whole new piece of furniture to be made needs the courage and self assurance Bahu seldom has.

She nods and looks at Gauri, who doesn't say anything but smiles. Maa once said she smiled like her Mata.

(Did Mata smile like this when she saw two children whom she died for?)

Maa looks haunted for a moment and sighs. "You know that this is a big gift and it is for two of you combined, yes?"

Guilt flashes in Bahu's eyes. Gauri beams at maa and nods. Bhalla narrows his eyes but doesn't say anything.

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"You two lied to Maa," Bhalla says half an hour after maa left. They all know maa has the horrid habit of eavesdropping when she thinks something is fishy.

Gauri shrugs. Bahu looks down but still relentlessly continues,"We really do want that window sill! You sleep too early, or you can the moon every night there. It's beautiful."

Bhalla rolls his eyes. "I am not wasting my time like that, Bahu."

Here, even if she would never admit to even herself, Gauri thinks he's right.

What use is it to love something as impermanent as the moon?

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The first time she fights with Maa, they're thirteen.

She has ordered that they have separate chambers and Bahu is getting new chambers adjoining to Bhalla's. Gauri wants to scream and shout; Bahu is her other half, she cannot exist without him, let alone relax enough to sleep!

"Why must it be so, Maa?" Gauri wails, improper, impolite and loud. Her teeth feel elongated and she wants to bury them in blood. A physical ache is what she feels at the idea of being separated from her brother, her twin, her everything.

He twists in his sleep. What if he fell off the bed? He only ever wants one pillow, he will throw every pillow away. He sometimes forgets to remove his accessories before going to bed and the few times Gauri did not know of that, he woke with impressions of rings on his face. He is extremely lazy, he almost never changes into night appropriate clothes until Gauri badgers him at least thrice. He likes sunlight on his face when he wakes up. He absolutely adores the window sill in their room and spends hours looking at the sky.

How will he do any of that if he's away from her?

Maa is flustered by her question. She sees anger that her tone makes and even if she wishes to apologise, she won't. She won't. She needs to be there for her brother more than she needs to be a good daughter.

"Please, Maa," she tries more softly and takes a step further, brushing her hand against Maa's knuckles,"Do not punish us like this. Whatever you are punishing us for, keep us together, please. Don't do this."

Bhalla stands to the side, looking pained and irritated. Bahu is quietly looking at the ground. She wants to hit him. Why isn't he loving her as mchh as she does him? Why isn't he desparate to stay with her? Why is she the only one who loves him so? Why is she the only one who ever loves them all so pathetically? Why doesn't she have the privilege of him fighting for her?

The tears in her eyes sting of betrayal and she doesn't spare Amrendra another glance. Let him stare at the ground, she thinks, juvenile, Bhalla loves me better than he does.

Gauri tries again in front of Maa's stony silence. "He is my brother, Maa. Please. Why did you let us be in the same room for all our lives if you wanted to wretch it from us? Why give us complete happiness if it was never permanent?"

"It must be, because I said so." Maa grounds out, not even glancing at Gauri,"Stop being stubborn, Gauri. Learn something from Bahu, he knows how to be obedient."

Gauri lets her hand fall from Maa's. "He knows how to be coward, you mean."

She curtises and leaves the room, her back to everyone she loved who did not understand just how much she loved.

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It's not Bahu that comes to her.

Bhalla doesn't speak. He comes to sit in front of Gauri, who is desparately trying to embroider a shawl for Katappa's upcoming birthday. It's difficult, because her hands keep trembling and her tears blur her vision. But she knows Bhalla. He's patient. He's going to let silent reign until she decrees that she wants to speak.

"He stood there, Bhalla. Like a coward, he didn't even speak of what he wanted! Am I supposed to fight for him? Is this what it means to be the sister of Amrendra Bahubali?" She stabs the needle in the shawl and throws it on the floor, beside her. Her hands are all red and there's tiny blood points at some places because she couldn't concentrate as well. She should wash her hands soon.

Bhalla rises to his knees and distantly, she thinks she's the only one for whom Bhalla will kneel. At least Bhalla will put her first. At least he will know she loves him more than he loves her and he will understand her for it.

She's resigned herself to never being understood about just how deep she loves her family, barring her uncle. But at least Bhalla will side with her.

He moves towards her and opens his arms. Gauri gladly hugs him. The tears fall and wet his tunic but he doesn't say anything. He rubs her back and sighs,"He wasn't being a coward, Gauri. He has too much pride. He did not want to beg Mata in front of you."

"I begged!" Gauri snaps but it's muffled in his shirt. "I begged for us like I was the only person who cares for the other! He can't raise a challenge in front of Maa for me? How is he going to protect me when he is the one that hurts me?"

"Hush, sister," Bhalla says, and his arms tighten around her. "I'm here. I love you. I'm sorry that I can't love you as much as you love me. I'm sorry Bahu doesn't understand how much you love him."

Bahu visits her two hours later, when her eyes are puffy and red. He runs a hand through her hair. Gauri turns away from him. She hears his breath hitch but she doesn't care to turn around.

Why should she always care? He's supposed to care too.

"I apologise, Gauri," he says, sits down beside her and wraps his arm around her shoulder. "I did not mean to abandon you, I promise. But I can't very well oppose Maa."

"But I do it!" She snaps at him,"I oppose Maa for you!"

He leans his temple against hers,"You're more courageous than I."

Gauri laughs in his face but doesn't move away from him. She can't. She can't. She can't. They fit together perfectly. He's her brother. Her brother. Her elder brother. Her blood. Half her soul, half her mind, half her personality.

She sneers at him,"You just don't love me enough to put me above Maa, Bahu."

He doesn't reply but the tears in his eyes tell her everything she needs to know.

She's right. She's right and he will always love maa more than he loves her and he hates it and hates that she's right. Bile rises in her throat.

Gauri runs away from her brother.

They reconcile, of course. She can never stop speaking to him for more than a handful of hours. She's lying on her bed and she can't sleep. Not knowing how Bahu is kills her and not feeling that idiot's foot hitting her calf makes her want to curl in on herself for warmth. She's alone and she's cold. She doesn't ever want to leave Bahu.

She keeps her eyes closed when she hears the bedroom door open, knowing who it is. The dagger under her pillow doesn't even cross her mind, she is so sure. When the bed dips, the exact way it has every night, Gauri relaxes. Her anger shimmers close to surface but the need underneath keeps it leashed.

He doesn't embrace her, he's never been a fan of physical touch like she and Bhalla are. But he moves closer and runs his hands over the crown of her head.

"I'm sorry," he whispers and it sounds like he's been crying and Gauri wants to sob again. "I'm so sorry. I will always choose you, sister. I'm sorry I didn't speak so earlier. You know I'm no good with words. I'm sorry I ever made you feel like you're my second choice, sister. You're not. You will never be a choice, you are my everything."

Gauri turns around to look into the darkness that cloaks her brother. She feels a lump in her throat that wants to make her claw at herself but she breathes instead.

Bahu is crying, and his tears are falling on the pillow that Gauri would usually hug in her sleep. He always liked it too, just never asked for it from Gauri.

His hand comes to her cheek and Gauri shuffles closer. "I'm so sorry," he repeats in a broken whisper that makes Gauri ache. She closes her eyes and lets her head fall forward to his shoulder. "I'll make sure to never make you feel like that again, Gauri. I promise."

Gauri melts in his hands. The assurance is everything she needs.

Even if Maa did make her understand why their rooms must be separated now, even if Bahu didn't speak up, even if Bhalla took Bahu away at the time of dinner to talk. Gauri knows he will choose her. Bahu will never break his promises and a promise of love from him is all she needs.

"I do not forgive you, brother," she tells him,"But I will thank you for never letting this happen again." He embraces her fully and the tightening of his arms lets her know that he knows what she's thinking.

She has to beg for promises of love from her own brother, has to have a tantrum for him to choose her, has to thank him for giving her scraps of love.

If he doesn't love her, who will?

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Arduous Solitude

"I used to want to be alone. Now that you're here—I don't want to be alone anymore. The solitude that I once wanted took no place in my heart ever since I had you."

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[curiosity almost killed the cat]

Word count: 1.7k!

Warnings/tags for this chapter: none!!! Talks of art, cats, and tea. Someone gets a burn scar!!! other than that—there's nothing.

You looked even more interesting this close.

You eyed him curiously with high eyebrows— waiting for him to speak. He cleared his throat, flashing a smile. "Welcome to the neighborhood," he states, his voice was gravely but it was warm, even soothing. Eerly soothing.

It wasn't really matching his face, he was handsome, you couldn't doubt that for a split second, but he was a bit perturbing. He had a weird aura, maybe off-putting too, but he looked nice. Very nice.

Stop that, you literally just met the man. You mentally shook your head.

"Thank you, mister..." you stopped, waiting for him to finish your sentence.

"Henry," he said, "my name is Henry," he smiled once again.

You nodded, "pleasure to meet you, Mister Henry."

You introduce yourself. "Such a lovely name," he says, and you feel the blood creeping up beneath your skin.

"I apologize—it seemed like you were having a lonely time," he says.

You shook your head, almost instantly, "no worries, you didn't bother."

Why did you say that? Why did you sound so eager and... desperate? In your head, you smacked yourself across the face.

"Oh, um--" he trailed off.

You gasped. "Oh, I'm very sorry-- please come in," you swing the door wider, allowing him to pass inside. He took off his dark fedota and wiped his shoes at the entrance mat. He wasn't this 6ft tall huge—but he was huge, with broad shoulders and a wide dorsum. You felt a little small next to him, maybe more than just a little.

You show him the way into your living room, moving your cozy blankets out of the way for him to sit on your sofa. He gently settled down, eyeing the interior of your house thoroughly. Did he like the decor? Wait--why would you even care? It's your house, not his.

"Sorry again, let me go grab something for you to drink, you must be freezing," you say, turning in your heels and walking straight to the kitchen. He called your name. It pinned you in place.

You never liked how your name sounded more than now.

"Don't bother bringing anything, I don't really need--"

You turned, shaking your head, "that would be very impolite of me, Mister Henry, now allow me to bring you some tea to warm you up."

He surrendered with a huff, "alright," he quietly said. You continued your trip to the kitchen and placed the teapot over the stove.

"Would you like chamomile tea? Hibiscus? Earl Grey? The regular?" you asked as you scavenged through the cupboard for other options.

"Whatever you have there," Henry politely answered.

"Alright, I think we're up for hibiscus."

He stood off his seat to closely inspect your bookshelves. The last residents of this home were an elderly couple, so there's a chance he learns something new about the world from your perspective.

You seemed to be a bookworm, there were dozens and dozens of books on your shelves. He noticed you had a shared interest with him, too; miniature artworks. You loved to collect them, but he loved making them.

He wondered if any of his many miniature works ever made their way to your hands, maybe passed by someone to you, or you received it as a gift, or thrifted it from some local antiques store.

But then he saw the very petite canvas of a peacock. He remembers that, he just doesn't quite remember when, but he surely knows he painted it more than 250 years ago.

"Oh, you seem like you like my collection?" you cringed at yourself. Since when were you this outgoing and social?

You placed the tray down. "I'm sorry, I was just--" he trailed off, turning to look your way with your little art piece in his hand.

You shook your head, "it's alright, I got this one in an auction three years ago for only fifteen hundred pounds! It should've costed way more than that to be honest, it dates back to the seventeen hundreds, as I assume," you were astonished by how talkative you are now. Maybe you were just too excited about your miniature collection.

But he admired how dedicated you were to track it back to its date of manufacturing, and you paid this much for it and still had the will to pay more.

He couldn't help but smile.

"What fascinated you about it?" the artist had to ask.

You shrugged, "well... I guess I like ancient things, specially art," a warmer smile split the pitch darkness of his beard, "the size is enough to amaze you, and the artist was so dedicated in painting the blue feathers, I love it when someone pours their soul into something, it creates something magnificent."

"Are you an artist?" he asked, you nodded, gesturing at the wall behind the sofa. He turned around, his back now facing you, but you could swear you heard him quietly gasp.

"You made these?" he turned to look at you, his brows shooting up his forehead. You hummed, he looked back at the pieces you hung on the wall, moved closer to them, he inspected them, touched them even.

You've never seen a man this mesmerized by your art. All of your previous partners usually plainly reacted to it, other times they never even batted an eye for it.

But him, Mister Henry, he was in awe, his tips were following the wild and free strokes of your brushes, they walked over the ups and downs of the layers, and sensed the pebbles of dry paint so delicately, his fingertips almost dancing over the canvas.

That stirred something in you.

"Are you an artist?" it was your turn to ask this question, he turned to face you, his fingertips still lingering on the canvas. Your eyes shifted between his and his tips, still amazed by the fact that he was interested in your art.

"You can say that," he shrugged and winked.

This, somehow, changed the flow direction of the chemicals of your brain. The lights flipped on inside your head. Your face turns red.

You had no idea what was going on with you, but this was the most attractive thing you've seen a guy doing in years.

Not only he's interested in art, but he's also an artist.

You had to distract yourself from looking into his vast eyes with this unlimited amount of admiration. "The--the tea!" you ripped your eyes off of him, looking at the tray placed on the coffee table.

He hadn't drank tea in decades and never truly minded it, but now he wanted to drink it with you, he felt he missed what it tastes.

He was almost to grab his cup, but something buzzed the skin of his hand, and that's when he noticed that the tray was made of silver.

He almost killed himself for a cup of tea.

You reached down and handed him the cup, he nodded, his face was paler than a sheet, but he smiled to distract himself from the fact that he almost died in a stranger's house... For a little cup of tea.

He felt stupid for this.

"Can I ask you a question, if you wouldn't mind?" he said after taking a sip of his drink. He sure missed that warm and earthy and sweet taste.

You nodded.

"You seem to look like a city girl, what brought you here to the suburbs, in a house near the woods?" Henry is obviously more curious now.

You shrugged, "I needed to be alone, to breathe, and this is what I found, my very own little witch house," he chuckled at your answer, and you couldn't lie, you loved that man's chuckle, you fell in love with it.

It wasn't just because it's been a while since you had a man in your life, but he had something so charming and elegant about him. His fancy clothing, his wizardly attitude, his very sweet but dignified features and, his eyes.

You really, really loved his eyes.

There was an odd reflection of fire in them that you couldn't explain, you didn't know if he was born this way or was it the fireplace behind you or is your mind playing tricks on you.

Marmalade yelled from upstairs, it made your heart drop in your stomach, tearing your train of thoughts apart and shaking your ground. Although you've had this flameball for years now, you never really got used to his sudden loud shrieks; they always took you off guard.

Henry's ears visibly stood up, he caught the scent of fur and canned food, and watched as the little noise machine waddled down the stairs.

"That's Marmalade," you had to say—as you pulled him up to your chest.

"Hey Lad," Henry says, smiles and waves at him.

"He loves to let me know he's present, sorry if he scared you," you lull Marmalade in your cradle-made arms.

Henry gutted a giggle and shook his head, "never mind, he's adorable."

However, Marmalade's ears went into airplane-mode, he pushed you in the chest, forcing you to let go of him and ran up the stairs once again. You were astounded by his act, you turn back to look at Henry, who stood silently with his eyebrows shooting high and his eyes fixed to the ground.

"I'm really sorry, I don't know what's going on with him, maybe it's because he just moved in--" you were explaining, and you don't even know why you were justifying a cat but you stood there and did it.

Henry shook his head, "it's alright I'm... I'm not very favored by most animals," he shrugged, "however, I think I should be going now, I must've kept you past your bedtime and maybe it's why your lad was grumpy," he put on his fedora and passed you.

You were a little startled by the shift of his demeanor, but you followed him to the front door.

He turned the doorknob then turned to look at you. Quietly, he said your name with a smile, "it was a pleasure to meet you."

But this wasn't the last thing you saw of the very peculiar Mister Henry.

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wheredidhiseyebrowsgo · 2 years

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hello beautiful people! hope you're fine. I wanted to know if you have any fic where stiles and derek love each other but derek (or stiles, but preferably Derek) is just too stubborn to admit it and there is a lot of angst and pining.

thank you!

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Over the next three days, they both realise exactly how much fun their normal life can be as well.

Nine Kinds of Silence by suburbanmotel (1/1 | 8,443 | Mature | Sterek) This was how it usually went — Stiles talking, Derek not talking.

Derek was used to it, the endless spill of words pooling between them, filling the cracks and chasms of silence. He told everyone it drove him crazy, but that was mostly a lie. If you asked him on a good day, he might even say he liked it. It was the quiet that unnerved him, the gaping Stiles’ shaped holes of space where the words were supposed to go, that he didn’t know how to handle.

But If I Know You (I Know What You’ll Do) by notahousebutatomb (1/1 | 7,339 | Teen | Sterek) The two intermingled packs approached the gym doors with caution, Scott and Derek in the lead for safety. In the middle of the basketball court stood a tall, slender woman draped in a long black cloak. Two dark horns protruded from the top of her head, partially obscured by her wild black hair. Her lips curled into a smug grin when she saw their expressions of obvious dismay.

“You poor, simple fools, thinking you could defeat me, the Mistress of All Evil! Well…” The witch swept her sleeve aside to reveal Stiles. The pale teen was sprawled across the ground, his face partially obscured where it rested against his elbow. His other arm was tucked snugly against his chest, supporting his slumped torso. The witch smirked when she added, “Here’s your precious human.”

A Promise Like This by whentheywrite (1/1 | 6,037 | Gen | Sterek) “Oh my god,” Stiles said, taking the offered bag Derek had brought that night. The moment he opened it, the best smell in the world came wafting out and Stiles moaned. “Curly fries. Oh my god, Sourwolf, I want to marry you.”

In a split second, Derek’s face had gone from neutrally blank to bright red. Except Stiles was much too busy digging the container of fries out to really notice.

He might have been a little intrigued if he had.

Five times Stiles sort of accidentally proposed and the one time he might have meant it.

Stormy Nights Make The Best Hot Chocolate by FogDog1738 (1/1 | 4,070 | Mature | Sterek) Stiles gets anxiety from a storm during the night and Derek comes to check on him. Things are worse than they both wanted them to be, but eventually turn into a night of mutually coming out.

heart/beats by Galaxy_Collector (1/1 | 2,568 | Gen | Sterek) Character A [Stiles] gets the flu while the rest of the gang are away fighting supernatural enemies. Character B [Derek] comes to check on him. Oh, and he's failed to mention that Character A is his mate. But don't worry, Character C [Melissa McCall] totally (and unintentionally!) rats him out.

#teen wolf #sterek #stiles stilinski #derek hale #pining #pining!derek #pining!stiles

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lohstandfound · 21 days

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My Favourite Line From Each Poem in My Gay Poetry Manuscript

this was harder than i thought, some are better than others, some are more poetic sounding than others, anyway there's like around 50 poems so this is a bit long

no longer hiding / no longer creeping around behind closed doors / no longer suppressing who i am / i love who i love / and that is enough

that one false confession proved to be a bad idea

The word Falls From their lips, Like an autumn leaf.

The final goodbye is covered in thorns.

The sourness of the final word Still lingers on your tongue As you pretend The same sullen taste Is lingering for them, too

twin arrows pierce our hearts / golden and radiant / joining us together / a moment of devotion to you

Digging their roots into my lungs.

i put on a smile / wave goodbye / shove the words deep into my chest / another day another time

Stars on her skin, Stars in her eyes, Stars everywhere

The type of love that means everything will be okay.

Surrounded by red and amber tulips.

You carry the stars with you everywhere.

Crumpled bloody flowers Adorn the photograph In pathetic beauty

i had my moon, he had his stars and we’d talk about our unrequited crushes

I am capable of love, And I don’t need to prove it.

It was doomed from the start.

slow dance in the kitchen to the light of the refrigerator at 3 am

I want you to be mine.

Bruised lips crash together, Held in a rhythmic percussion.

You know who you are supposed to be.

we create a new sense of self / that sense of i / that sense of a whole person / that identity we have to develop with reference to ourselves

Red-stained petals Scatter around me in a Bouquet that I will never send.

another search for a missing puzzle piece

Sprinkles of kisses cover her shoulders as I praise her like the goddess she is

She called me one of her baby gays at a party, And I wasn’t complaining.

And I wait for the beat And the realisation And the smile on her face.

Delve into the unexplored maze

Your hands cup my cheeks as you press your sugary lips to mine

she could not remember Anything but longing [this line is from my found poetry attempt using lines from sappho's fragments]

there are girls who walk in moonlight with starlight in their eyes and secrets to be kept

So, she picks a boy to satisfy the room.

In a phantom crown of yellow.

and when you’re belting songs at the top of your lungs / feeling the world move beneath your feet / feeling the fireworks exploding deep in your chest / clinging to your friends in the chilly december air

Or religiously watched the Call Me Maybe & California Girls music videos.

Dreaming of getting wasted on the blood of Christ.

The little girl who adored you and all the angels and saints Would be so disappointed in me for just walking away from you.

I’ll let my hands trace every inch of your skin, every dip and curve, while I leave trails of kisses along your neck

To be someone aligned between other lines

It’s like I’m sitting in the closet, The door is wide open But I’m not yet allowed to leave.

Eighteen-year-old me cries when she realises we have friends.

gentle and soft with a girl i love…

The way a smile curves at her lips, And the fondness in her voice, As she spoke about gifts she would want: “Flowers.”

I love her in a way even I can't put into words

#lohst.txt #there are some poems i think i want to cut #and im writing some potential new poems to add in #i still think i need someone else to take a look at this collection #because staring at the poems isnt making any progress with it #anyway #here are some lines that i think are neat for one reason or another

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thorns-and-rosewings · 5 months

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As promised, this is a continuation of the Reaper King AU 💀 story from my last post. Sorry y'all, I had stuff that needed to be done or I would have just made it one long post. But honestly seeing how long this became, I think I will have to break it up even more... So be aware this is longer than the last one by quite a bit 😅

Anyways...

TW: Same as before, Definitely going to be touching on darker topics here, moreso than the previous part, so you've been warned.

Part 2...

18) KC and Bloodmoon claim their territory and to the locals it's like some sort of hellish cryptid just moved in. Murder rates skyrocket and the number of disappearances in the park also double, if not triple. And don't even start on the Park Ranger job turnovers rates...

19) Over time Bloody grows to trust this variant of Killcode more. As he's not preachy, nor a pacifist... He's someone who Bloodmoon can relate too and they have things in common. Not to mention this KC makes it quite obvious that he DOES care about the Bloodtwins. Nor has he once ever tried to use them...

-Bloodmoon is nearly impossible to control. But if he cares about someone he truly CAN be loyal and caring towards them.

-Aaand he will occasionally nap either near or on KC. Due to the core giving off a lot of heat... And Bloodmoon shows his inner cat and will just be drawn to the aforementioned heat. Which Killcode gets a small laugh out of.

20) As time continues to progress KC begins to take souvenirs from his kills. Frequently taking bones, teeth or claws from whatever he slaughters along with some of the victims blood. He takes these pieces and begins to construct a 'Rosary' using these pieces as beads after he cuts them appropriately and then paints them in the blood of the same victim. He knows the stories of each bead and can relate them all by heart.

-Bloodmoon tried to make a rosary but had little patience for it... He wasn't made to do arts and crafts sadly.

21) Things dramatically change one day when Killcode goes out for a solo hunt. He selects his target, one of the towns local drunkards and the reaper quietly follows him back to his home. Only when goes to sneak inside... He makes a disturbing discovery...

-...as he observes this piece of human garbage has a young son that he proceeds to beat senseless as soon as his drunk ass saw the boy trying to quietly get back into his room once his father came home.

21) Killcode entered a state of pure rage and he quite literally ripped this man's guts out and made him eat them. He then turned his attention to the injured and now terrified child, who is barely seven years old. And his voice becomes as soft and as calming as he can make it... And he offers this child a home away from other humans.

-The boy accepts to go with the strange creature that saved him...

-Thus becoming KCs second adopted child.

22) Now Bloodmoon had a MASSIVE problem with this. Again going back to his disdain for humans, viewing them as food and just things to kill and nothing more. But KC makes it VERY clear that this boy is now his child as much as Bloodmoon is.

-Killcode in no uncertain terms warns Bloodmoon to back off and not lay a hand on this child.

23) Bloody is PISSED for a long time... Ignoring his father and doing his own thing. Definitely releasing his stress in murderous rampages and KC let's him be for a bit. Focusing a little on helping his human child adapt to his new home.

24) But after about a week KC sits next to the sulking Bloodmoon and talks to him... Now that his anger has burned down to still heated embers. Explaining that this is something that seems to be written into his coding a need to be protective over children... possibly some leftover or entangled code from the Sun and Moon he was once a part of...

25) This discussion only gets angry growls and the Bloodtwins snap at how he's a killer like them but now he's turning into some pathetic pacifist!

...also their anger at being replaced and forgotten...

...KC just laughs...

26) He asks why in the world he thinks he's suddenly a pacifist? He's not... In fact his need to hunt and kill is even greater now. As he's going to need to bring food home for this boy to eat. Let alone how he's going to need to teach this child to hunt.

-He's got a lot to learn in order to be like them...

27) This conversation did the impossible. Calmed Bloodmoon down and... It was at that moment he grew to truly love KC as his father...

-He just grabbed onto the larger animatronic reaper and hugged him close. Not letting him see the tears of him being genuinely happy in his eyes... And he muttered 'You stupid old man...' under his breath repeatedly as he did so.

28) When Bloodmoon actually did calm down, he asked what the boys name was... To which KC shrugged and merely said that he'd get one eventually.

Bloodmoon: A new life leaves the old name behind and brings forth a new name in time.

29) Once he's healed up and ready Bloody and Killcode take the boy hunting... And his first kill is a rabbit. To which KC takes it's skull and cleans it up giving it to the boy on a leather string as it is now the start of his own rosary...

-He'll fit into this family just fine as he grows...

...However something else becomes apparent in time...

30) There was a reason the Creator put that core inside of an animatronic. As in the presence of organic material it can have a certain negative... Mutagenic effects...

-The core generates anti-matter a substance that seems to have a substantial affect on organisms, seeming to twist them to dark creatures. The Creator could not keep it to close to himself lest he fall under it's corruption. Stitchwraith never got to close to organic creatures as he was aware that the core would have a negative effect on them.

-Killcode is unaware of any of this...

-However what the Creator was unaware of was that this mutagenic effect could actually be somewhat controlled by the will of whomever, or whatever, was in control of the cube.

-Creator would have let every negative thing possible just happen without wanting to change anything. But Killcode only seeks the benefit of himself and those he cares for. Not to twist the world around him into a mindless dark parody of itself.

31) The boy in Killcodes care begins to mutate, losing human attributes and gaining inhuman ones. He better fits in with his father and brothers. No longer can he be considered human...

And he was perfectly fine with it...

...7 Years Pass...

32) Over seven additional years, Killcode has adopted even more kids. (Their info is below along with their names.)

-Wendigo (Nickname Wen): Age 14, the first adopted human. Has grown to look like his namesake. Covered in thick black fur with lanky limbs, protruding bones and razor claws. His mutation really came in after he took a slaughtered deer skull and began to wear it as a mask. One day it just didn't come off...

-Even as a young teen he's now a little taller than Bloodmoon, much to the older duo of brothers annoyance.

-Banshee (Nickname Ban): Age 12, the first daughter KC adopted. Her skin is a deathly grey tinged blue while her eyes are glowing blue and her hair is only black. She wears a long raggedy dress and a red shawl with a hood. She has the powers of her legendary namesake. She can create disorienting screeches that can even affect electronic devices.

-She's a sweetheart to her family but can be pretty ruthless to humans/prey. She often helps the Bloodtwins out with disorienting victims with her screeches so Bloody can rip and tear them apart while they're so gripped in terror.

-Vampire (Nickname Vamp): Age 10, The older brother of a pair of twins. Lives up to his name but is definitely NOT a sparkly Twilight vampire. His skin has the color of death and his eyes are blood red. He and his twin are jokesters and usually make bad ideas... That Bloodmoon goes along with because they sound like fun. He needs blood to survive, but also likes and can suffice on fresh meat too.

-He along with his twin, Lycan, get into the most mischief amongst their family. Very often with Bloodmoon as an enabler... KC often needs to save them from themselves. (Even if he secretly finds their antics funny, Killcode still has to be the responsible parent and try and stop them from being too crazy.)

-Lycan (No nickname this time): Age 10, the younger twin to Vamp. He also lives up to his namesake and looks like a werewolf. Although his features are not completely wolfish. His face still looks humanoid and closer to the earlier depictions of the Wolfman; it's unclear if he will continue to mutate or he will remain like this. He is as playful and mischievous as his sibling, though shows a tiny bit more caution. But he is most likely going to be off causing trouble with Vamp and Bloodmoon. Is allergic to chocolate, much like an actual wolf.

-Secretly Killcode has been wondering if it's a single braincell being shared between his two sets of twins, given how much insanity they get into. But damn if he doesn't love them chaos and all.

-Wisp (Nickname Will O'): Age 4, by far the quietest of KC's children. She resembles a small ghostly child wearing a light colored dress, but her entire body overall looks like a small blue flame and her long white/blue hair perpetually in motion like an aforementioned flame. She is very quiet, but undoubtedly due to her trauma prior to her adoption, (Straight up unwanted and eventually abandoned in the woods to die) she doesn't like being alone and she can be understandably clingy. Though it has gotten better over time given the proper love and affection by her new family.

-She is currently the only child of KC's without a kill count, but that is because she is simply not ready yet. This fact is understood even by Bloodmoon and no one is going to force her to hunt until she's ready.

-The Baby (Is literally a baby and doesn't even technically have a name yet, but is a little girl): Age is maybe 3 months? The story behind this child was that KC and Bloodmoon were out hunting together, as Killcode is always careful to give all of his kids affection and not overlook any of them, Bloodmoon included. As they were out they were looking for some fresh targets, but the smell of something burning and a baby crying caught their attention... Lo and behold there was a car that had clearly flown off the road and crashed into a tree, killing the two adults in the car but leaving the baby in the backseat alive... Which resulted in KC taking the little one and them burying the parents near the scene of the accident.

-The baby is the youngest child KC has ever encountered and is obviously a bit challenging to care for, thankfully he manages... And the older kids do help their father out as much as they can. Though the one who interacts the least with the baby is Bloodmoon, not because he dislikes her but because he's genuinely afraid he will hurt her.

Bloodmoon: We're built to rip and tear! Not hold tiny soft things that will tear too easily!

-He makes a fair point with this. He also has an immense dislike to the infants crying often resulting in him yowling something about the 'Alarm is going off again!' but his disdain isn't malicious. He's just not that great with infants.

33) Over those seven years it wasn't just KCs human children that mutated. The entire region that these guys call home mutated. With the forest becoming much 'darker.' The whole place has become a major hot spot for paranormal activity, specifically involving various cryptids. There are tons of reports of Sirenhead, Fleshgaits and all sorts of other horrors. As well as other just weird stuff like random stairs to nowhere in the middle of the woods and other people swearing that the forest can shift around and get unsuspecting tourists hopelessly lost.

-There is a certain amount of mutations that would occur naturally in the vicinity of the cube, but none of the mutations to the environment are overly malicious. But the dark energy can attract more things that definitely can give normal folks nightmares...

(...Also I love Creepypastas, sue me...)

34) There have been two attempts by the Creator to retrieve the cube in the forms of two low-intelligence high-fire power drones sent to find the cubes energy signature... Both attempts, several years apart, ended almost comedically bad.

(Okay yeah it's late and I am super tired now so I don't want to write anymore since I have to get to work in a few hours... But seeing as how I still have about one more portion to write for this I am going to post this now and finish the next part tomorrow 😅)

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koneko-dreams · 4 months

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The Potion Incident

Need to read (Clickable)-->Character introductions first before proceeding or else you won't know what is happening. And, Read hashtags please.

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Summary: When your brain tricks you of reading a different ingredient be like- There's no harm though- Or is there?

Warning: Cussing(Kinda), two OC'S being dumbfounded, blood(?) Or scar(?), Suggestive(y'know y'know- for only one reaction), May not be canon reactions, Biased, Slight angst at the end, Someone being doomed at the end etc.

Characters: Koneko, Arien(friend's oc), Lilia, Silver, Crewel and rest of Diasomnia crew.

KD: Had motivation so- 👍 that made me have a writer's block at some point while making this- So props for @arimanhwa for helping me by being my co-writer for this (人 •͈ᴗ•͈)💕✨ and being my daily reminder-

How much time it took: January 28-February 14. (I know. It's very long.)

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In Alchemy class:

Arien and Koneko were picked as pairs in Alchemy class. "Let's see... Moon dust, Silver dust, Luna Moth, Perrywinkle..." Koneko reads the ingredients off of the textbook while Arien places the ingredients in the cauldron. "And.. Rose of Jericho." Koneko said, Arien placing the final ingredient in the cauldron and it omitted a strange color. "Uhh- Something's wrong." Arien said silently panicking, as Koneko looks at the textbook again. "Shit- I read it wrong. It was Rose Petals-" But it was too late as the cauldron exploded in smoke. Making Crewel running to check it out, ready to discipline whoever the fu- messed up.

"Cough, cough- What is up with this smoke?- cough-" Said by someone whose voice is turning deep. "And why is my voice so deep?" Now that the smoke is clearing, you could now see who is talking and it looks like- A guy that looks like Koneko(?) "I should've known it was the wrong ingredient..." Said by someone who looks like Arien but genderbent(?) Who was also coughing from the smoke. Nonetheless, after clearing their headache, they looked up to see Crewel looking not very impressed. "...I am disappointed on how it almost destroyed my class, But must say that I am quite proud... Somewhat." Crewel said, making the two confused. "Crewel-sensei, I apologize for the explosion, it was truly my fault as I was in charge of reading the ingredients but- what do you mean by you're proud?-" The guy who looks like Koneko asked. "For one, the potion worked. Two, it's a newly discovered potion seeing as you both are now in a different gender so, Good boys!" As Crewel praised how they found a new recipe, the two of them were left dumbfounded.

Alright let's get this out of the way first. Genderbend Koneko is called "Kinsley" and Genderbend Arien is called "Arthur". Though this will be just on the reader's perspective since they(Koneko and Arien) have never told them their genderbend names before.

"Well- No wonder my voice sounds so deep." Said by which seems like Kinsley now. "Are you alright there, Arien?" She(or is it he now?) Asked, lending her(him?) a hand. "Yep- Just a headache-" Said by Arthur, taking Kinsley's hand but touched the liquid from the potion with his other hand which made it fuckin' have a third-degree(dramatic) burn. "You clumsy a—" Anyway- Arthur yelped when his hand touched the liquid but it may leave a scar so for now it's just a wound- as Kinsley pulls Arthur from the ground, giving him a glare from his clumsiness before asking Crewel for how long the potion would last. Which he responded, Atleast two days. "That's a long time..." Kinsley mumbled. "Anyway, let's get you to the infirmary." "Wai-" Kinsley said as he drags(Literally) Arthur all the way to the infirmary so that he can have his damn wound get healed.

After a few good minutes, Kinsley is sitting down, and is currently accompanying Arthur in the infirmary while Arthur is getting his wound treated when all of a sudden a number of students(who are the Diasomnia group) barges in through the infirmary in which made Arthur flinch and Kinsley expecting this to happen as he sipped on his tea(where in hell did he get that from?-).

Both boys, looking at the door, containing their friends, the other two being more than a friend.. As they look at the door, confused, all boys were flabbergasted.

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Their reaction to Koneko's genderbend:

Lilia Vanrouge (Romantic/Suggestive bcs yes.)

{KD: Cough- Since Lilia is canonically bisexual- wink wink- Hint HINT}

Lilia looked Kinsley up and down and-

Let's say his reaction to Koneko's genderbend was—

"Lilia- Take this seriously, please-" Said by Kinsley, "Kufufu~ Even your voice has changed, my dear~ And I say that it is very attractive. Kufufu~" Lilia said, hovering above the ground(Height difference real lol-) and hugging Kinsley from the back. "Sigh- Whatever-" "Now, don't be like that, dear~ I can get used to this~" He said while chuckling, Kinsley just sighed and sipped on his tea, not bothered by it though his words say differently. "Fufu~ And, since this will last atleast two days, what more than spend our time together, hm?" Lilia said in a whisper through Kinsley's ear with a suggestive tone (I screamed-) in which made Kinsley choke on his tea.(Understandable)

"LILIA!" Said by Kinsley in a not so loud of a voice that it can be heard by the whole crowd but just enough for it to be loud for Lilia as he turned around to look at him with wide eyes and a small blush forming on his cheeks. That damn man just giggled and said- "Whattt?~ Can't I appreciate my darling now that she's in a different gender?~ As you know, I am attracted to both genders, Kufufu~" He said in a playful manner, having both of his arms raised in a surrender motion. "Sigh- Now you're making me lean on what you acted like in the past.." Kinsley said, going back in position and drinking his tea. "My love, you know that's not true~ You love me just the way I am~" Lilia said playfully, hovering and hugging Kinsley from behind again, "Or did you love how I was being rough to you back then, hm? My dear? You know you can just ask~ I'll gladly fulfill your wish~"(Yes, that kind of rough you're thinking if you went to that part of your brain-) Lilia whispered in a tease as Kinsley on the other hand, flustered and pushing Lilia's head away from his ear. Blushing.

KD: I got BRAINROT writing this part SBSJDBKSNAKS- Hope y'all like it fellow Lilia simps ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)👍✨

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Malleus Draconia (Platonic)

He had to blink a few times to process it- His other tutor/teacher has just changed gender. How crazy is that?

"Do I look that bad?" Asked by Kinsley with a sigh and a bit of a blush because of the damn suggestive thing earlier- (Cue Lilia giggling in the background and Malleus definitely did not hear anything earlier-) "It's not because of that. It's because this is quite a new thing that I am having a hard time adjusting."(No shit- She[Koneko] has been with him all his life- including Lilia ofc) Malleus explained himself. "I see. Well, I thank you for checking up on me, Malleus." Kinsley thanks Malleus and Malleus says your welcome. ("In truth, you surprisingly look dashing, Koneko." "Why thank you, Malleus ✨.")

KD: Yes it's short.

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Silver (Platonic)

When I tell you boi is flabbergasted, he was. Boi was looking at Kinsley with wide open eyes. Literally trying to process everything.

"Uh- is something wrong with my look, Silver? Why are you looking at me like that?-" Kinsley asked with one eyebrow raised and with a puzzled expression that made Silver snap back into reality by blinking once and twice and even shaking his head before replying, "No- no. I am.. Only trying to process everything." Silver responded, being calm now as he has already processed everything. "Ah, I see." Kinsley said, being understanding before drinking his tea. After drinking his tea, he placed it down on his saucer before saying, "Oh, right. Since I will be stuck as my genderbend for atleast two days, you may call me father as well." (Eheheh- Silver has two dads now- for two days-) Kinsley said, drinking his tea again(Is that tea unlimited or something?-) while Silver just stood there like a statue- just realizing it.(Cue Lilia chuckling in the background)

KD: Ehehehehehhe- HE HAS TWO DADS- ehem- It's kinda short- apologies.

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Sebek Zigvolt (Platonic)

"KONEKO-SAMA, YOUR ATTRACTIVENESS SURPASSES AMONG THE BEAUTIES FROM THE WORLD ITSELF AND KNOWN THAT YOU ARE TRULY THE FINEST ART EVEN IN YOUR GENDERBEND FORM!"(Of course, wakasama still stands at the peak of all—"

Sebek said, proudly in his usual volume of a voice that made Kinsley cover his ears due to him having sensitive hearing- adding to that, his super hearing- "I appreciate the compliment but please- lower down the volume-" Kinsley said, his ears still ringing- "Ah- yes. Ahem- My apologies for that."

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Their reaction to Arien's genderbend/wound-:

Lilia Vanrouge (Platonic)

Before he can even react to Arien's genderbend, man rushed to check if he's(Arthur) alright. Like a father would to their child. "Are you alright!? Does the wound hurt? Will it leave a scar?!" Lilia asked worriedly as he frantically checked the bandaged wound. "It's just a little injury- no need to go this far on checking it." Arthur said, trying to ease his worries. "Nonsense, sweetie pie. Even such a small thing can be dange—" Before Lilia could finish what he was saying, he suddenly took notice of his(Arthur) appearance (Cause he was busy worrying about the wound that he didn't notice-). "Oh my. My, my, my~ My dear future daughter-in-law sweetie pie has quite the appearance!" Lilia said, praising Arien for her genderbend appearance. "Kufufu~ now I wonder how Silver would react to this~" Lilia mumbled with his usual smile on his face while Arthur is just left confused.

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Malleus Draconia (Platonic)

"Child of man, are you alright? Though your wound is already bandaged, does it still hurt?" Malleus asked, checking up on him, trying to help if needed while Arthur responded, "Nope, it doesn't hurt" saying it casually. "That is good to know. I suggest that you better be careful from now on, for your own safety, child of man. Though, on a different topic, you look rather dashing if I say so myself." Malleus commented. (HUMAN! YOU BETTER BE GRATEFUL THAT WAKASAMA HAVE BESTOWED UPON YOU HIS COMPLIMENTS!-) "Mhm, I will Mal and thank you." Arthur said with a smile. Thanking Malleus for the compliment. Definitely not because of someone screaming in the background-.

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Silver (Romantic)

Silver's immediate reaction was- Running towards Arthur in a hurry (May or may not have tripped on the way- Man's falling asleep as he runs-) and saying in a very worried tone "Are you alright?- Can I help you in any way?- I will do my very best to help." He said in a very determined way as he checks the bandaged wound on Arthur's hand thoroughly. "Ah- I'm fine, Koneko(Kinsley) did bring me to the infirmary to make sure my hand was treated. Thank you for worrying though, Silv." Arthur said, reassuring Silver that he was fine. "Damn right I did- That wound would've been infected for Hell's sake if I were a second late-" Kinsley said, joining in on this conversation.(After recovering from that- suggestive thing earlier-) "I meannn I was taking the the risk,(A glare from Kinsley) kidding, kidding. Thank youuu 'King-san'.(Use of creative nickname confirmed that is absolutely related to her(his?) Title. Just genderbent)" Arthur said in a joking tone while Kinsley is holding his glare towards him "You better be." Kinsley said before sighing. "Well, with that aside.. Ahem- When am I having grandchildren?" Kinsley asked seriously. "Ooooh~ I'm interested in this conversation Kufufu~" Lilia butted in, still hugging Kinsley from behind. "EHHH??! SO SUDDENLY!??" Arthur shouts, but not that loud. "...where did that come from." Silver's face was like a sleepy btch face, yet if you look really closely, there would be a tiny blush. "...Of course, not right now since you'll be in your genderbend form for two days-" Kinsley clarified- "But we still expect grandchildren though." He added with a glare. "...I mean- okay- I guess.. Both of you are ready to be grandparents." Arthur place his gaze somewhere with sweat forming on his forehead(Pressure to the MAX) knowing someone would glare.

Arien/Arthur:

While Lilia on the other hand is playfully teasing poor Silver.

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Sebek Zigvolt (Platonic)

"HUMAN! THOUGH I CAN SEE THAT YOUR HAND IS BANDAGED, I WILL STILL ASK IF YOU'RE ALRIGHT IN ANY WAY" ("As wakasama said so!")

"I'm alright, Sebek-sama, this will heal maybe a month." Arthur said which made Kinsley but in- "A MONTH!?-" which made Arthur flinch and just looked at the other way saying, "Or who knows when it will heal-". That made everyone, especially Kinsley and Silver concerned. Even though they were concerned about the little joking he made, someone sure knows who made him like this, it's definitely not his own grandma who caused this behavior- I mean Arthur was just young back then & that woman traumatized her own nephew, the son of her very own daughter yet as if it was like arthur was hiding a big secret behind that smile.

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"Alright. Enough of that, my child needs rest. Shoo! Everyone shoo!" Said by Kinsley as he forcefully made everyone leave the infirmary so that Arthur could get some rest. After getting everyone out, Kinsley went back to Arthur, standing beside the bed and looking down at him, and said, "Arien De Valentine." That sh- made Arthur FLINCH. "We'll have a talk after this." Said by Kinsley menacingly- That made Arthur have the "I am so doomed" face.

Arien/Arthur again:

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KD: YESSS I'M FINALLY DONE AFTER 16 DAYS- I can rest in peace 😇🕊️✨ Have fun finding your Valentine's dearies!

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