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look-at-the-soul · 3 months

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Grandma knows best

Tommy Shelby x reader (+Grandma)

Summary: Thomas Shelby is a well known gánster, reckless, fearless, stubborn, restless… he might be a lot of things, but he wasn’t an inconsiderate man. Not specially with an elderly woman.

A/N: 🤷🏻‍♀️ grandmas definitely knows what’s best for us 👵🏻♥️✨ nothing but a fluff moment…

See the Grandma series here

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Taking off you coat, you tried to rub your hands to warm them up. Announcing you just arrived, barely noticing an unfamiliar voice.

But to your surprise, once you stepped into the kitchen, you found the least person you thought that could ever be there.

The Small Heath devil, Thomas Shelby.

“Oh darling, there you are.” You grandma greeted you with a wide smile. “I was just telling Mr. Shelby about you.”

“Grandma.” You were paralyzed, frozen in spot.

Giving you a subtle double look, he had to force himself to compose, nothing your grandmother had said about you prepared him. Your beauty was beyond words. And over the last hour he had heard nothing but compliments and good things, he had to admit he had been curious about that young lady that seemed to be exceptional.

A long time ago you learned walking alone once is dark is a bad idea, but crossing your eyes with that man was worse.

“We haven’t done anything wrong Mr. Shelby…” you tried to explain as the man stared perplexed, his man spread as if he owed everything in that house.

“Sweetheart Mr. Shelby helped me with the groceries and bread, the basket was heavy and he offered to walk me home.”

Noticing the terror in your eyes, he cleared his throat.

“My job is done here Mrs. Barwick, it was lovely to meet you, thank you for the tea.”

Standing up, he grabbed his peaky cap, the razor blade caught the light and shone in your direction. But your grandmother had a different idea.

“What do you mean you’re leaving? You’ve to stay for dinner.”

“Absolutely not.” You rushed to interrupt. Looking down at the tone you just used to answer your grandma you mumbled an apology.

“I really appreciate the offer bu-”

“This is absurd, you can’t leave until you’ve had dinner Mr. Shelby, I must insist, and I need to know the rest of the story of that caravan trip you did.” She replied scolding him just like she did with you, in that motherly tone.

Frowning you looked from her, to the well known gánster. There was no way back now, he was staying for dinner.

“Now, would you like some more tea?” She offered to him, as Thomas opened his mouth to say no, your grandma filled the cup again. It looked ridiculous in his hand.

The most dangerous man in the country drinking tea from a cup decorated with flowers. ¡In your bloody kitchen!

“Milk?” She offered, ignoring the fact that he could kill her anytime. You’ve heard all kinds of stories about him and the tortures he used among his enemies.

“Yes thank you.”

“Sweetheart, would you mind helping me here?” She pointed at the pot next to her knees, it was getting harder for her to bend down these days.

“I’ll get that for you.” He offered and in mere seconds he was crunching down to get it.

“Oh bless you.” Your grandma offered him another smile. “Why are you still standing there?” She called to get your attention.

Shaking your head a little, you were able to move past the initial shock, but still threw the man a side look just to make sure he wasn’t planning to blind your grandmother.

“Shall I cut these?” Mr. Shelby proposed pointing at the potatoes, after your grandmother nodded he produced a knife from his pocket, making you gasp. “Everything alright Miss Y/LN?”

“If you excuse me, I’ll come back in a minute.” She raised her eyebrows at you before she left.

“Listen it’s just the two of us alright? I pay the taxes and give money to church but I won’t pay you for protection.” You should have kept your mouth shut but for some reason, adrenaline made you talkative and you were nervous, afraid for your life, for your grandma.

“Don’t get me wrong, I’m not here to collect any money.” He raised his hands in defense. “Your grandmother is adorable.”

“What?” You asked perplexed, thinking of a possible way to get out of the house safely.

“You heard me, I��m not here to do any harm to you or her.” He clicked his tongue. “She said you’re a smart woman, you’ve nothing to worry about.”

“Then why are you here?” Confusion was written all over you.

“She offered me tea and cookies… oh! And dinner.”

“You can’t stay!”

“Y/N! Where are your manners? That’s no way to treat such a gentleman.”

You couldn’t help but scoff at her words. Thomas Shelby a gentleman. He narrowed his eyes, and gave you an offended look.

“Set the table, I’ll finish this.” She ordered.

Doing as she asked, you went to collect the plates.

“Not that ones! The fancy set!” She instructed pointing the spoon at you.

Tommy chuckled at your surprised expression, but quickly looked down to continue his task chopping the vegetables.

But he’s a criminal! He’s a gangster! You wanted to say. Yet, she wanted to use the delicate china reserved only for important occasions.

Placing the plates, you took then the silverware from the drawer. Seconds later you heard them laughing over something he had said, your grandmother’s voice praising him for his sense of humor. She had no idea who he was! Or what he had done.

“And what did he say afterwards?” He asked your grandma, you found him leaning against the sink, his body turned to face her.

“He said, I swore I saw you first, it had to be me the one who would make the first move.” Your grandmother stated proudly.

Here she was, seventy something years old telling the number one Birmingham’s criminal her love story with your grandfather.

“I told him, of course honey, you chose me. He always thought it was him, but it was me the one who chose him.”

“How long were you married?” He asked with interest.

“Over fifty years, most of my life. Can you believe that?”

“That’s lovely.” He admitted. The words sounded so wrong in his mouth, he should be cursing or shouting.

“Dinner is ready.” Your grandma announced. “Y/N help our guest.”

You wanted to roll your eyes.

“Food smells amazing.” He complimented.

“Would you like a piece of bread? Tommy?”

“Grandma!”

“What? He says I can call him that.” She defended.

“Please.” He smiled and you groaned internally. “I’m going to wash my hands.”

As soon as he disappeared, your grandma grabbed your arm. “You need to put a smile on that face my darling, can’t you see? An educated gentleman is visiting us, he smells nice, has a sense of humor, is polite and handsome… have you seen his eyes? It’s like a piece of heaven!”

“So what? He’s a-”

“You need to find yourself a decent man, Y/N.”

“He’s not a decent man.”

“How can you be so sure?”

“Grandma, he’s an arrogant, selfish and dangerous-”

“May I have this honor?” He asked interrupting your little disagreement, offering his arm to your grandma, he guided her tenderly towards the table. He probably heard everything you said.

“So, Tommy what is that you do?”

“I’ve a business, we sell car parts in different countries.”He wasn’t lying.

“I’ve never used a car!”

“Then I should take you for a ride.”

You felt about to combust, he was charming your grandmother and she believed him!

Grinding your teeth, you placed the food on his plate.

“I really appreciate this.” He gave you a twisted smile.

Your grandmother’s hand came to rest on his arm. “I’m so glad I came across you this afternoon. It’s been lovely to share this meal with you.”

“I’m flattered you think that.”

“You don’t have a wife waiting at home, do you Tommy?” Your grandma asked bluntly and you almost chocked on your food.

“No, Mrs Barwick. I’m not married.”

“How is that possible?” She shook her head. “You deserve a good woman!” Then, looking at you she said; “what was that tale I told you to find a husband?”

“I don’t know grandma, I’m done with my dinner if you excuse m-”

But the look she threw in your direction, made you reconsider leaving the table. Sometimes she didn’t need to use her words. One look was more than enough.

You took a deep breath uncomfortable, and it only grew as you could feel Mr. Shelby’s eyes on you.

“Your grandma mentioned you sell books.” He asked to ease the tension.

“Yes.”

“Oh but show him! About that collection you got.” Your grandma encouraged.

“What is it about? Eh?”

“She’s a great seller.” She praised.

“Oh.” Mr. Shelby’s eyes sparkled. He was having fun. “Really?”

He was the most irritating person you’ve ever met.

“It’s about the Greek mithology.”

“Fascinating.” He nodded. “Why don’t you stop by my office tomorrow? I’d like the entire collection.”

“That’s wonderful!” Your grandma beamed.

“All set then.” He ran his tongue over his lips and then, tilted his head. “You made me remember about my grandmother.”

“What was a she like?” Your grandmother asked, batting her lashes.

He had her eating from his palm deliberately.

Studying the man before your eyes, something changed inside you. How could he be so cold-hearted? He seemed like a total different person in that very moment, his guard was down, posture totally relaxed, he even had a smile on his face.

Catching you off guard, you had to look away from him.

“She was a gypsy princess.” His blue eyes filled with nostalgia. “Thanks to her I learned all about values like respect, loyalty. She showed me how to ride a horse and light a fire.”

“It must’ve been hard for her to be on the road.”

“Actually no, she loved to be free, said how nature provided us for everything we might need.” He explained all while his deep voice was dragging you into something you couldn’t name. “It’s getting late and I don’t want to keep you up. Thank you once again.”

“Thank you for a lovely evening Tommy, would love to have you again for dinner .”

He gave you another look, not so subtle this time.

“I wouldn’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

“Not at all, right Y/N?” She pressed her elbow against your arm. “Walk him to the door my dear.”

Offering his hand to her, she whispered into his ear; “She doesn’t trust easily, you’ll need to work harder.”

Tommy tried to disguise his chuckle, after winking at your grandmother he thanked you too.

“I really enjoyed it, hope to see you around?” He arranged the peaky cap on his head and placed his hand on your arm.

“Goodnight Mr. Shelby.” Was all you could think of saying, still confused by everything that happened.

“Goodnight Mr. Shelby?” Your grandmother mimicked your voice. “You’ll need to do better next time, fix your hair, wear your new shoes… a little something! Y/N I placed him in a silver tray for you and you only said two words to him. Sweetheart you need to do something to catch his attention.”

Opening your mouth to protest, but she continued rambling. “But be discreet, you must stand out from the other women, don’t throw yourself at him, leave him wanting more,” her eyes sparkled in excitement. “A hand on his shoulder, hold his gaze… or pretend to brush something from his coat and then look at his lips.”

“Grandma, stop.” You blushed.

“Goodness, I can’t do anything else for you! He was right here!” She took the plates to the kitchen. “A smile might help, you need to ask him about his day, fix his handkerchief…”

“He was only here because you didn’t give him another option.” A sigh escaped your lips.

“My sweet girl, you’ve everything he needs,” she cupped your chin gently. “But you’re too shy! He kept staring at you…”

“I think your imagination is wild.”

“Y/NY/LN,” you stopped midway as she called your full name. Oh oh. “I like him to be my grandson-in-law… so you gotta do something soon.”

And knowing her the way you did, you realized there was no way back now. Once an idea got into her head, she wouldn’t let that slip away.

“I’ve been praying for this moment for so long!” You heard her say from across the room and then she mumbled something about that blue dress that suited you so well.

As you were about to clean the kitchen you heard a knock on the door. Opening, you were surprised to find the most terrifying man on your doorstep once more.

Your heart rate went up immediately, he was standing with his hands crossed in front of his body, head hanging low, you could only see his lips under the peaky cap.

“I’ll be waiting for you Miss Y/LN, tomorrow ten o’clock, I’ll make sure to send someone to help you with the books.”

“That won’t be necessary, I can carry them by myself.” You insisted, still unsure about his intention.

“Fairly well, as you wish.”

As he turned around to leave, something made you stop him.

“I want to thank you for helping my grandmother.” Never, in a million years you imagined you’d be grateful for something he did.

Lifting his jaw to stare at you with those piercing blue eyes that could set anyone into stone, he gave you a smile.

“I just did the right thing.” He cleared his throat. “You’ve nothing to be afraid of by the way, don’t believe everything you hear.”

“I just learned that, you can be considerate and charming sometimes.”

“Then consider yourself lucky,” he winked at you, “that doesn’t happen too often.”

Looking past your shoulder, Tommy noticed your grandmother’s head poking, moving her hands excitedly towards you.

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yallemagne · 1 year

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Dracula like, this kid's been in a coach of terror all day and I kept driving him into circles and he kept drifting off and he was scared out if his mind and he waited an hour outside the door in the cold. I'll have chicken with sides prepared next to the hearth and he'll be putty in my hands.

And the worst part is that he's right.

Jonathan graciously accepts the Count's hospitality. It is reassuring to him, and he feels his worries melt away as he slowly winds down from the hectic journey he just weathered.

The light and warmth and the Count's courteous welcome seemed to have dissipated all my doubts and fears.

But... if there is any reassurance to derive from this... putty is only so easily moldable when you play with warm hands.

...he moved impulsively forward, and holding out his hand grasped mine with a strength which made me wince, an effect which was not lessened by the fact that it seemed as cold as ice—more like the hand of a dead than a living man.

Jonathan is willing to power through his weariness, but he's not blind to the fact there is something very wrong with the Count. He's just unwilling to broach the subject, he hopes he shall not have to, that he'll get his work done and go home to Mina, making his stressful business trip seem like nothing more than a bizarre dream. In the meantime, he will take comfort in the Count's odd geniality.

But JESUS I SHOULD REALLY TALK ABOUT THE COUNT! SORRY!

Dracula relishes in this. The shame of being a boyar with no staff or subjects and having to do all the work himself is outweighed by the thrill of pulling the wool over an innocent lamb's eyes and leading him to slaughter. Even as Jonathan notices all the little things wrong (we were simply going over and over the same ground again–– for a moment I doubted if it were not the same person to whom I was speaking––his breath was rank––), he cannot voice any of his concerns, and Dracula takes full advantage of this. From the very start, he is gloating:

"Ah, sir, you dwellers in the city cannot enter into the feelings of the hunter."

This is the Count's hunt.

I decided to wait till today to answer because May 7 provides more of Dracula's perspective. He's been planning this trip to England for a while, as evidenced by his numerous books and just how perfectly he speaks English. But he's unsatisfied with his speech. He knows it makes him unfamiliar, a stranger. When he travels to London, he wants to blend in as one of the sheep, such is his excuse for requiring his solicitor to come to him. He intends to use Jonathan as a study for what to expect of the faraway land he longs to conquer. And, in the meantime, he shall also teach Jonathan the ways of his land.

When I go there I shall be all alone, and my friend Harker Jonathan—nay, pardon me, I fall into my country's habit of putting your patronymic first—my friend Jonathan Harker will not be by my side to correct and aid me.

This "mistake" appears very intentional. By addressing Jonathan according to his country's rules, he, however passively, asserts his superiority over him. Think when someone gets your name wrong on purpose, it's a tactic used to deny you ownership of yourself. I'm not prescribing this intent to anyone who makes a mistake like this, but Dracula speaks in such a measured way that I doubt he truly slipped up. It's so small of an inconvenience in this case that Jonathan voices no thoughts on the matter. But Dracula is priming him for his stay in Castle Dracula. As Jonathan teaches him the way of the Englishman, Dracula shall teach him the way of the Transylvanian peasant. Quite literally when he speaks of the blue flames.

"Why, even the peasant that you tell me of who marked the place of the flame would not know where to look in daylight even for his own work. Even you would not, I dare be sworn, be able to find these places again?" "There you are right," I said. "I know no more than the dead where even to look for them."

Such an obvious HINT! It's another "for the dead travel fast". Jonathan acknowledges "only the dead would know where to look", and Dracula just goes "...anyway--"

Dracula does not hesitate to drop hints about his nature. Oh, he cannot live in a new house? He would die in a new house? He travels to England in search of newer, broader horizons, but he does not wish to stand out. He intends to insert himself into the history of London, becoming one of England's many ghosts, once more a master but of a different people who don't know the danger he poses. Right now, Jonathan can find nothing wrong with this–

I felt that it was getting very late indeed, but I did not say anything, for I felt under obligation to meet my host's wishes in every way.

–and again, he is bound by the Count's good graces. Dread creeps in his mind and he thinks of death as morning sneaks up on him.

They say that people who are near death die generally at the change to the dawn or at the turn of the tide; any one who has when tired, and tied as it were to his post, experienced this change in the atmosphere can well believe it.

Dracula keeps him awake through sunset and sunrise, forcing him to experience the change in atmosphere and foreshadowing his plans for him. He's playing with his food in a way Jonathan doesn't consciously but subconsciously recognizes.

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dialovers-translations · 10 months

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DIABOLIK LOVERS ZERO Animate Tokuten Drama CD “A Vampire’s Late Night Snack Terror” [Reiji ver.]

Original title: 夜更かしヴァンパイアの食テロ飯 [レイジ編]

Source: Diabolik Lovers ZERO Vol. 8 Animate Tokuten CD

Audio: Here

Seiyuu: Katsuyuki Konishi

Translator’s note: Honestly, Reiji deserves so much more respect than what he gets. Not only does this man get up early to get chores done because his other five brothers won’t do jack-shit, he even goes out of his way to do extra groceries and make a first-class breakfast for his girl. I feel like most of the other Diaboys could barely even toast a piece of bread without burning it lol.

*Cling cling*

You enter the kitchen.

“...Hm? What is the matter? It is still too early to be getting up.”

You ask him why he is up already.

“Unlike the other people at this home, I happen to have an extensive to-do list, so I must get started with all of my chores early, or else I will regret it afterwards. ーー More importantly, you mentioned something about not being able to sleep? If you are feeling unwell, I can get you some medicine.”

You explain.

“Do not tell me...You cannot sleep because of the hunger? How unfortunate...I cannot believe your stomach is growling despite getting three proper meals a day. You should know better.”

You apologize.

“Well, I shall forgive you this once. I suppose it is partially my responsibility as well for not looking after you better. ーー I suppose it cannot be helped. We still have time before we have to leave to school, so I shall make you an early breakfast.”

You seem excited.

“Yes. If you have any requests, go ahead. As you should be aware, I am quite confident in my own cooking abilities. No matter how complex or luxurious of a dish, I will prepare it to perfection. Well then, what is your order?”

You make your request.

“What did you...say just now?”

You repeat it.

“You are asking me to make...tamagogake-gohan, out of all things? You crack a raw egg (1) over the rice, add some soy sauce and you’re done. You want me to go out of my way to make something so simple?”

You ask him if he won’t make it.

“No, I never said that I will not make it. ...Very well! I shall show you what a real plate of eggs over rice looks like!”

*Thud*

“In which case, we must first gathered the necessary ingredients. There is no time to lose! I shall call the limousine at once. Off we go!”

You seem surprised.

“What are you doing!? Come on, make haste!”

*TIMESKIP*

*Clatter clatter*

*Rustle*

“It is truly a blessing that there are stores which are still open in the middle of the night.”

You offer to pay for the parking fee since he has his hands full with the groceries.

“That would be a big help. This is the money. Here you go.”

You ask Reiji what is inside the bags in his arms.

“Excuse me? Can you not tell? They’re bags of rice. There’s high-quality rice inside.”

You seem surprised.

“You came along not even realizing why we took the car? Haah...You truly need to do something about how slow-witted you are. One cannot cook without the right ingredients, so we shall we going around to gather all of the necessary things. ーー The very best ones available!

Tamagogake-gohan consists of a perfectly balanced combination of eggs, soy sauce and rice with each ingredient being brought to its full potential. We cannot afford skimping on any of them. ...I happen to be a regular at this store, you see. The rice sold at this store has been selected by a rice connoisseur of which only a few exist in this country, so it is of the highest quality!”

You tilt your head to the side.

“You do not even know what a ‘rice connoisseur’ is...? Take should be common knowledge. Make sure to do your research afterwards, understood? Anyway, we are headed for the chicken farm next. I know it is quite late, but I am sure I can arrange something by using my connections.”

You frown.

“Why the hesitation? We are talking about the eggs which are the main star of the dish! I will not make any compromises!”

*Rustle*

“No more dawdling! Let’s go!”

*TIMESKIP*

The two of you return home.

*Thud*

“...Haah. That ended up taking more time than I anticipated.”

You admit being glad that you’re finally done.

“What nonsense are you spouting? We finally gathered all necessary ingredients! If we’re ‘done’, why did we get these fresh ingredients in the first place? But we must make haste, or else the others will wake up.”

*Rustle*

“To the kitchen at once! We shall start cooking!”

The two of you go to the kitchen.

“We shall start by cooking the rice. I believe that I can skip over the instructions for this one.”

Reiji gets the rice cooker started.

*Beep*

“Next we must choose which bowl to serve it in.”

You ask if that is important.

“Why of course. A high class meal is not only defined by the food itself. One must choose a plate which will truly bring the dish to life.”

*Cling cling*

“Let me think...Usually I would go for something a little more ‘art nouveau’, but how about we use this bowl today? I am glad I decided to purchase this one for moments like this.”

You note that it is quite plain.

“What are you saying? A plain bowl is a fine piece of silverware as well! Just look at the gloss and pattern, simply marvelous!”

You raise one brow.

“Why are you giving me that look? I do understand that I might sound rather out-of-character right now, but look at it like this. I even went out of my way to buy a home-style takoyaki grill to hold a takoyaki party at home, so I must keep the name of the Sakamaki household high. ...More importantly, we should finish setting the table before the rice is done cooking. Well then, please lend me a hand.”

*TIMESKIP*

Reiji opens the rice cooker.

“It turned out rather nicely. The rice looks shiny and has the right amount of fluffiness to it. As to be expected of a dish made with a product from a true rice connoisseur!”

You point out that his glasses have fogged up.

“Do not worry about my glasses being fogged up. It is only natural for this to happen when exposed to hot steam.”

*Cling cling*

“More importantly...Let us get started! ...Allow me to show you my skills! ーー I shall start by scooping the fluffy rice into the bowl. Rather than filling it to the brim, I will serve a moderate portion. This is the most elegant way to serve it. Then on top I will sprinkle some cod roe, dried seaweed and yuzu salt. ...It would be rather boring to stick to the basic recipe, no? This is my personal interpretation of the dish, do not worry. I can assure that it will taste sublime.”

He cracks an egg.

“Well then, last but not least we crack in a fresh, raw egg and pour some of this special soy sauce on top. ーー It is done. This is the Sakamaki household’s version of tamagogake-gohan!”

*Thud*

“Well then, here you go. Please dig in while it is hot.”

You take a bite.

“How is it?”

You tell him that it’s delicious.

“Why of course. It is a dish which was carefully crafted to bring out all of the aromas, flavors and textures to their fullest after all. The rich eggs and the deep flavor of the soy sauce go perfectly with the fluffy rice. However, right when you think that it might be a little blend and one-toned, the cod roe, seaweed and yuzu salt kick to add a new flavor profile so you never get tired of eating it.

This is how tamagogake-gohan should be. Do you comprehend?”

You nod.

“Pleasing your palate is child’s play. ...Well then, usually I would go wake up the others around this hour, but I suppose we can postpone it a little for today.”

You ask Reiji if he will have breakfast as well.

“Yes, I figured this was a fine opportunity for me to enjoy a meal alongside you. You could say this is my award for all the hard work I put in. You do not mind, do you?”

He joins you at the table.

“Usually there is always someone making a fuss. I rarely ever get the chance to enjoy a meal in peace. In that regard, perhaps I should be grateful to you. However, make sure to warn me before you get peckish, okay?”

You nod.

“Very well. Let us dig in then.”

*Cling*

“...Mm. I suppose having a meal together with just the two of us like this is quite enjoyable every now and then.”

ーー THE END ーー

Translation notes

(1) Raw eggs are commonly consumed in Japan since the country has no history of salmonella being found in eggs. By cracking the egg on top of steaming-hot rice and instantly mixing it together, the heat from the rice will also slightly cook the egg, so it’s not 100% raw when you eat it. Still, the consistency of the dish is quite ‘goopy’ - for lack of a better word - so I understand why a lot of people (myself included) would not find it very appetizing. :p

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charliedawn · 1 year

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What if the readers pregnant, but it's not noticeable yet and they're meeting their parents or family members and they don't like the reader.

When they are not around their parents/family, trash talks the reader alone, say how useless they are, and how they wonder how did the slashers marry the reader? And the reader the trys to prove themselves to the family members while pregnant, but no matterwhat it doesn't work. (But they don't know that the reader is pregnant)

Then they reader slowly started to get depressed and stops being affectionate, and after months, it gets to the point where the reader sadly ask them for a divorce, saying their not good enough for them.

The slashers are sad but confused? Then they find out why and go off on their parents/family members. The slashers finally tell them that the reader is pregnant, and then the family members feel so bad, but there's nothing they can do. ( and their baby but is VERY noticeable)

(I know you love angst, so this is for you)

Hannibal Sr. warned your family he wouldn't tolerate any cruelty towards you.

But your family hadn't listened and even though he was the psychopath in the straight jacket, they still found a way to blame you.

To the point where you had to run out of the room in tears.

Hannibal Sr. didn't appreciate it. At all.

"Now, ladies and gentlemen. I may be in a straight jacket and surrounded by heavily armed guards, but don't doubt for a second on who is trapped with who."

Suddenly, Hannibal Sr. stood up and sighed before showing your family that he had never been tied to the chair in the first place.

"See, Y/N had something very important to tell you, but you just had to make a mess of our plans and open your rude mouths. They made the effort. They thought it would make things smoother between us if you thought you were in control, but it seems I wasn't the one they had to worry about ruining their big announcement.."

He theatrically cuffed up his sleeves before turning back towards your family members with an unhealthy smirk.

"Now, who wants to go first ?"

When Michael saw you leaving the house in tears, he was tempted to run after you—but his other half urged him to find the reason for your sadness.

When he came in and found your family all gathered around the main table, tea spilled on it and a shattered tea cup on the floor...He immediately understood and his initial incomprehension was replaced by irrepressible anger.

He slowly looked up at them and gave them his coldest glare.

"...You should have accepted the damn cup of tea."

For once, Michael Myers was agreeing with himself on one thing. He didn't even blink before getting his knife out and grazing your father's neck with it.

"We're going to hurt you. Each of you. And we expect apologies after we do"

They tried to apologize before they even started, but Michael Myers had been triggered, and there was no stopping that bullet..

Since it was their first meeting, you had asked Pennywise to stay outside.

Pennywise hadn't understood why it was necessary but, you still had insisted on him staying hidden until you were ready to introduce him to the rest of the family.

He had eventually agreed in order not to embarrass you or scare them to death.

However, things didn't go as planned as your family started insulting you and blaming you for leaving.

You couldn't handle their constant rudeness, so excused yourself and went to the bathroom—unbeknownst to you that Pennywise had heard everything.

He cracked his neck and suddenly, his whole glamor disappeared and he appeared in the middle of the living room.

He made sure to make the room soundproof first, so you wouldn't hear their screams of terror.

He then grinned widely and introduced himself.

"Hello, shitty family ! Shitty family meet Pennywise. Now that introductions are over, let's start over, shall we ? I ain't no real estate agent. I do not own a car or a house..But, guess what ? Congrats.

I fucking own all of your lives now."

Your family didn't understand at first, not until Pennywise raised his hands and suddenly, your family members started dancing uncontrollably—as if they were being pulled up by invisible strings and Pennywise cackled.

"DANCE, YOU RUDE LITTLE PIGGIES ! DANCE ! AND YOU'LL KEEP DANCING UNTIL Y/N AND MY CHILD RECEIVE THE APOLOGIES THEY DESERVE !"

Jason didn't understand the whole fuss behind meeting your parents.

He thought parents were supposed to love you unconditionally and that they would be like his mother..

He was wrong.

"WHAT IS THAT SUPPOSED TO BE ? A MONSTER ?!"

Your sister shrieked upon seeing Jason and he froze. He was used to people insulting him, but he then looked down at you and saw the anger in your eyes.

You had never talked back to your sister.

But, she had crossed a line.

You took a step forward and slid your hand in his to give it a light squeeze—as if he needed reassurance.

"The father of my child.", you then disclosed confidently and your sister stopped laughing.

"Abominations they'll turn out to be..Have you seen him ?", she eyed Jason with a small mocking smirk and you trembled with rage.

How dared she ?

You had never been anything but kind to her all your life...And she dared stand there and so openly make fun of your love and your child ?

You wanted to speak up, but she didn't let you.

She only scoffed before walking out of the cabin with one last disdainful look at you.

"You have fallen so low...I can't even look at you anymore."

She then stepped out and got into her car.

Suddenly, Jason came back in your shared bedroom and you thought that would be the end of that.

You were surprised Jason had handled it so well, until he came out with his axe.

Jason then threw it with impressive precision on your sister's car.

You saw the car slightly deviate from its trajectory and the screams of your sister as one of her review mirrors was torn off and deep dents were now certain to be left for days on the door of her car.

She cursed at the both of you so loud, you could hear it from where you were standing.

You couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Jason hadn't acted earlier, because he knew she was somehow important to you..

But if she hadn't been, he wouldn't have hesitated before chopping her head off.

Penny looked like he was amused by the whole situation, but the way his claws tear through the fabric of his gloves to dig into the arms of his chair didn't go unnoticed by you.

He was pissed.

And you knew what that usually meant.

"Penny no."

"Penny yes."

They may have put you on this earth, but he'll gladly take their lives for disrespecting you.

Penny would scare them good and make them understand just how much of a mistake they have committed by disregarding you.

He would take their most horrid nightmares and cackle while seeing them shriek in sheer terror.

You glared disapprovingly at him and it made him stop, but not before warning them.

"Y/N is my favorite creature and they are carrying my child. They might as well be the most important human in this poor excuse of family and since I'm now in it, better be prepared for things to change..You will apologize. You will show my love the love they deserve. And if even one of you acts disrespectful towards them again ? Consider yourself dead meat."

And he would. No begging or apology would make him come back on his word.

They would never mistreat you again.

Freddy had made the effort of cleaning up and looking presentable for you.

He genuinely wanted your family to like him, but hadn't expected your own family not to like you.

He had had to stay silent while your family was making fun of you at dinner and even though he had succeeded in clenching his teeth during the whole time.

One of them had to snap his last nerve.

"Say, Y/N. I know you couldn't afford any better, but did you really have to introduce us to your boyfriend ? Like...I didn't need any more reasons to be repulsed by you.."

He didn't know if it was your uncle or brother, he had had more than enough. He suddenly stood up and felt great relish in the way they screamed when his own flesh melted away—leaving only deep angry red scars behind.

"She's my wife, bitch.", he spat and your uncle/brother didn't dare reply.

"Freddy. Please.", you tried to calm him, but he snapped his head towards you and and grabbed you to pull you against him.

"Shut up and kiss me, sweetheart."

"What...?!", you exclaimed—not understanding his intentions until he kissed you deeply and passionately in front of your entire family. He then turned his face back towards your family and hissed at them.

"Now that I had my tongue down their throat and they got my kid in their belly, they're mine.", he claimed before grabbing your hand and dragging you to the exit. "Sayonara losers, we're leaving and expect us never coming back to your shitty place !"

He then flipped them off and didn't even look back to see their dumbfounded or shocked expressions.

He had met them. He had told them what he ought to.

And now ? They could all go to fuckin' hell.

When you had received a phone call from your parents, you hadn't actually expected them to ask for a meeting.

It had been at least two years since the last family gathering, and you had no Brahms Heelshire to worry about back then..

And now, you were looking through your shared wardrobe for something decent for him to wear.

Not that you didn't like his usual sweatpants and dirty white top, but you doubted it would impress your parents.

"Dress up good. We're meeting my parents.", you said while throwing whatever you thought would pass at him.

He barely had the time to catch them before agreeing. He didn't want to protest, especially when you seemed so stressed.

And, he acted perfect at first.

He stayed silent and polite.

He smiled when it was needed and even though he felt the tension in the room, he thought it came from the fact that you hadn't seen each other in a long time, but he quickly understood his mistake when you spilled your drink on the table and your mother scoffed.

"Even after all this time, you are still as clumsy as ever..What a disgrace."

You tensed and Brahms' eyes widened.

His hold on the knife in his hand tightened slightly and his smile vanished.

You picked up a rag to wipe the stain out and Brahms could see the tears in your eyes.

You wanted to tell them about their upcoming grandchild, but it was too hard and Brahms gritted his teeth at your humiliation.

He wordlessly stood up before suddenly grabbing your father by the back of the neck and slamming his head against the wooden surface.

Your mother screamed while you were too shocked to react as he spat.

"Apologize. Right now."

When you father finally did, Brahms looked up at you to see if you were alright and when you nodded, he smiled.

He then unceremoniously threw your dad outside of the house and when he looked at your mother, she knew better than to stick around.

She ran out of the house and grabbed your father on her way out.

"Never come back.", Brahms told them, but they were in such a hurry—you doubted they would have come back anyway.

And with that, he slammed the door behind them.

Norman was a perfect gentleman through and through.

He greeted them at the door.

He talked politely and addressed them courteously.

He even pretended not to notice the way they were talking to you, until he leant forward towards you and whispered in your ear.

"Dear. Could you please go and fetch us some special cookies from the kitchen ? I would do it myself, but I think I and your parents should get more acquainted..wouldn't you agree ?"

You frowned and was about to protest when you saw the warning look Norman gave you, one he only ever used when it was important.

You gulped and quickly agreed.

He smiled and kissed your cheek affectionately on your way out.

"Good girl/boy.."

His smile didn't falter when you turned to leave—not until you were out of the room anyway. When he returned his eyes to your family, your father scoffed.

"Finally, they're gone. I really don't know what you see in them..Just another useless piece of trash that one."

Norman tilted his head to the side and started scrutinizing your father until he felt uncomfortable.

"Thank you.", he then said and your family seemed surprised and even shocked at Norman's thanks.

But, it quickly made sense when he explained.

"Yes. Thank you for being so rude to them. Thank you for acting so shamelessly in front of us both. Thank you for making the next few steps so easy for me. That way. You just gave me a perfectly good reason to break my promise."

Your mother shifted uncomfortably on her chair and laughed rather nervously as she asked.

"What promise ?"

Norman regained his smile, but it was cheerless.

"You see, I promised Y/N two things tonight. First off, that I wouldn't be the one telling you about the pregnancy."

The first news took them aback, but then your father asked.

"And, the second one ?"

Norman wordlessly stepped up and aimed for the door, but only to close it gently—in order not to alarm you.

When he turned around, his smile turned dark and threatening.

"You're about to find out..."

#fandoms #imagine #fanfic #pennywise x reader #slashers #michael myers x reader #freddy krueger x reader #pennywise 1990 #pennywise 2017 #brahms heelshire x reader #jason voorhees x reader #norman bates x reader #hannibal x reader #hannibal sr.

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"Once A Soot, Always A Soot."

Chapter 04 of "If You Look At Me, I'll Listen To You."

➵ PAIRING! clinic!villain!wilbur x hero!reader

➵ CREATING! 12.26.23 | 4103 words

➵ CONTAINING! the origin of how wilbur and reader met, child neglection, lovers to strangers angst, tommy being a clueless little soul

➵ SAYING! holy shit it actually pained me to write the last couple sentences of the chapter. i had so much fun writing this i immediately started working on chapter 6, and im also on the works of making the origin story of how they started dating so that’s going to be super fun :) message me if you’d like to be on my taglist for this series!

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“You never told me you had a lifelong best friend!”

We both smiled, but Wil and I could see it in each others eyes.

It was much, much more than that..

“Wilbur..?”

My mind was racing a thousand thoughts, but all of them screamed the same coherent thought. My eyes lingered on that white streak in his hair. The same hair streak I saw when Siren was sitting right up close to me.

It was all the same.

The same jawline.

The same mop of hair.

The same sleek body shape.

It was all there and right in front of me.

“Hey.. Uh, didn’t expect to see you out so late.” Wil chuckled as he scratched the back of his neck. “Were you just heading in? Y’know the shop is closing in like an hour.”

Quick, think of an excuse.

“Oh, um— yeah. I had a late night and was just in the area so I— I decided to go here.” I stuttered out. Though it was messy explaining, it was believable. Wil stood there, seemingly a bit nervous as his hands wrapped around the strap of his bag.

“Ah, yeah, I get those too..”

The tension was thick and awkward. If I wanted to break out of this thoroughly, I’d have to go with my lie. Which also meant another minute with Wilbur.

Or shall I say—

Siren.

“I-I’ll be going in now..” I muttered.

“Oh— yeah, hold on let me get the door for you.” Wil jogged to the door before I could get there to hold the door generously. I muttered a quick thank you before being met with the familiar chimes of the cafe. There behind the counter was Tommy, who was just cleaning the counter.

Audibly, I could hear a groan erupt from Tom’s throat before I approached the counter. “Welcome to Puffy’s Cloudy Cafe what can I—” Tom turned around only to be met with my nervous expression and Wilbur behind me. “..Started for you. Hey, (y/n). What’re you..” He seemed to be trailing off as he maintained eye contact with the man behind me. He decided not to ask any questions.

“I’ll just have a flat white with two shots of espresso.” I dug into my bag and slid over $10 bucks. “Please.” Tommy nodded before taking the bill and stuffing it into the register. He proceeded to make my drink as I nervously moved side to side.

It felt like my heart was skipping beats. I thought these circumstances couldn’t get any worse. My childhood best friend, my first love, my ex, they’re all siren?! The dangerous man I see on the news near 24/7 terrorizing the city as he simply watches with a smirk on his face. It was all too overbearing to even think about.

“(y/n)?” Tommy snapped me out of my thoughts. I shook my head, realizing I was still at the counter.

“Thanks, Tom.” I hastily grabbed the cup of coffee before taking a seat. I took a minute to myself, just sitting there with no type of expression on my face. All of these thoughts, connections, drawn out lines, they were all finally aligning, and it was as if just like that..

I figured out the dynamic of the syndicate.

I rushed to open my phone, and as if my thumbs had a mind of their own, I began to jot down every thought that ran across my mind. I didn’t let one bit of information be forgotten. Everything was going to be written down and stored in my phone, and God forbid anybody knows this information until it was ready for the world.

In a way I felt like I betrayed the hero society and all of L’manburg, knowing that I’ve dated the one and only Siren. And not only that, I’ve been associated, with the founder of the Syndicate.

That’s right.

If Wilbur is Siren, then it would be a god damn miracle if Phil and Techno weren’t associated with the Syndicate.

I haven’t seen Phil and Techno in years as well, but based on what I knew growing up, whenever Wilbur, Techno, and I would play, Techno would always be training or practicing with blades. He was nothing but a God at swordsmanship.

Blades.

If Wilbur was Siren, then Techno had to be Blade! That would explain the dynamic between Blade and Siren whenever on the battlefield. They argued like brothers because they are brothers. Shit, there’s no way I’m figuring all of this shit out?!

My hand covered half of my face, and I almost had to stop myself from bursting out laughing. I was going insane because of this realization, and I wasn’t sure how much more I could take before this would drive me to the edge.

I couldn’t help but think about the past when I would spend nights sometimes at the Soot household. I remember the little lectures Phil would give Wilbur and me to keep the door open and if I was going to sleepover then Wil would have to sleep on the floor and I would sleep on the bed. That rule didn’t last long though. By the third time I was spending nights at their house, Phil would quietly creak open the door only to see Wil and I’s limbs tangled around each other like inseparable vines.

But these.. People.. Can’t be murderers. Can they..?

They raised me. They helped me understand the world better than any of my relatives could. They took me to the diner where I could eat tasty muffins— Hell, they were my family! But to be the leading members of the syndicate.. I..

“(y/n)? Are you okay?!”

The last thing I remember was clicking my phone off before dropping to the ground.

“Tommy, are you sure they’re going to be alright?!”

“Yes, Wil, stop being such a baby.”

Fuck.. What happened..?

My eyes fluttered open, only to meet the blaring ceiling lights flooding my vision. My back ached from lying on the stiff tile floor with only a towel to shield me from the dirty marble. My throat felt dry and my head was pounding.

“Where..” I rubbed my head as I used all of my strength to hoist myself up. “Where am I..?” I muttered hoarsely. Wilbur and Tom whipped their heads around, immediately their attention was on me.

“(y/n), fuck! You’re okay!” Wil cried. He was about to lunge at me for a hug, but the moment he raised his arms I flinched, making him back down on his actions immediately. His smile quickly faded before he glanced at Tom, who only thinned his lips in response. I looked at the two of them, a little uncomfortable at my given position now. Tommy was the first to speak up after the uncomfortable silence.

“You’re in Puffy’s Cafe right now. You fainted suddenly and you’ve been out for thirty minutes.” Tommy explained. “Are you okay?” I blinked a few times, and almost at an instant, all my memories came back.

The Soot family..

Fuck..

“Y-Yeah..” I lied through gritted teeth. “Yeah.. I’m just a little overworked I guess.” I looked down shielded my eyes from the light. I couldn’t stand to look at them anymore. Could I even trust them..? Be even in the presence of them, especially Wilbur?! I took a deep breath, biting my tongue before I could say anything I could regret. “I-I need to head home soon.. What time is it?” I asked. I watched Wil’s hand move to check his watch.

“..It’s around 11pm, which is like 30 minutes after closing.” Wilbur looked at me worriedly. “It’s dangerous to be out this late.”

“I-I live in West End which is like two hours from here..” I muttered. I could only imagine Wil’s eyebrows furrowed.

“Well that’s damn far..” Tommy thought to himself. “How about they stay at our place, eh?”

Immediately my head perked up, and I’m sure the expression of shock wasn’t hard to notice. The same expression reflected on Wilbur as well as we both stared at a blank faced Tommy.

“What?” Tom said. “You guys know each other, don’t you?” He sounded so clueless to Wil and I’s given relationship, I could almost feel bad for the boy. Wil and I looked at each other in confusion and distraught.

“I.. Uh..” Wilbur muttered. I could see he was regretting some choices as he frantically looked at me. His eyes were split between “Please ignore this dumb child” and “I’m embarrassing myself right now just being this close to you.”

“I guess I could stay.” I replied, blankly.

“What?” Wilbur said.

‘what’ was the right reaction, because what was I even saying?! Staying over at the Soots when I barely just realized that they are the Syndicate?! Maybe I was still dazed or hit my head too hard after I knocked out because honestly what the fuck was I even doing here being surrounded by.. By them?!

“Y-yeah..” I stuttered out. “I could stay. Plus it’s like what Tom said—” I turned over to look at Wilbur. “It wouldn’t be the first time.”

Wilbur looked like he was about to go on a rampage of words, but at the same, his throat prevented him from any sound coming out. So instead, he was stuck in this awkward pose of almost saying something but then saying nothing at all. Tom just shrugged before standing up.

“Well that makes things easier doesn’t it? Will doesn’t have to stress so much, and (y/n) can be somewhere safe for the night.” He said, dusting his hands off.

Yeah.. “safe.”

I stood up as well, removing the towel from the floor and handing the fabric to Tommy. Wil was still in shock. sitting as he stared blankly at the floor. “The house is just a train ride away, so it shouldn’t take so long. Maybe twenty minutes at max.” Tommy explained. “I’m going to put this away and lock up shop.” And with that, Tommy left Wil and I together .

Alone.

Siren

and me.

Wilbur stood up, brushing off his pants before looking at me. His glasses glistened under the beaming ceiling light, and his sleeves were rolled back to his elbows. He didn’t stand up straight, instead he had this sort of hunch posture, and was too mesmerized to correct it. I looked down, shifting my weight from left to right as we awkwardly stood in front of each other.

“So, uh..” I spoke. “How have you been?”

“I’ve been uh..” Wilbur scratched his head. “—Good. I’ve been doing good.”

Wow, this was extremely uncomfortable. As much as that clueless, gremlin child didn’t serve much of a purpose for me, right now would be a great time to come back.

“You look.. Really beautiful, by the way.” Wilbur quickly uttered out. I swiftly looked up, taken a little aback at his compliment. “I mean uh—! You look nice, (y/n)! You look.. Uh..” His face became a red mess. To save himself from anymore embarrassment he covered his hands with his lengthy fingers and looked away.

If I didn’t know any better, I wouldn’t believe this man was the same person that has killed thousands of people, much less a few dozen right in front of me.

Tommy returned from the backroom, holding the keys to the establishment. “Alright, you two,” he announced. “Let’s go.”

We all exited out of the building in silence with Tommy being the last so that he could lock the door closed. The three of us treaded in near silence with the midnight crickets and the hum of the streetlights to keep us company. Tommy walked between Wilbur and I, serving as our saving grace from anymore awkward tension. That was until Tommy started to ask questions about me.

“So, (y/n)..” Tommy dragged out.

“Yes, Tom?” I responded. I kept my head straight forward as we spoke.

“How do you know my buddy Wilbur over here? Since y’know, he decided not to tell me anything about y— ow!” Tommy was interrupted by a harsh shove served by Wil.

“Well I uh..” I peeked over to look at Wilbur, who still had that embarrassed look on his face. Only he looked more upset at Tommy than anything. His cheeks were still pink from the previous flush. “I-I’m comfortable telling the story, but only if Wil is.” I clarified. Tommy’s interest immediately turned toward me, no longer annoyed by Wilbur’s silent bullying. Wilbur perked his head up as well, his expression softening.

“I.. I’m okay with it.” Wil finally mumbled. I smiled a little before turning back to face forward.

“Then I guess we should start with how we met.”

I was 12 when I moved to South Bay with my aunt and uncle. After my family had suffered a tragic fate, I was given the choice to either live within the foster system or to reside with my closest relatives. Obviously, I chose my relatives. Though they were smiles and light-hearted jokes on the outside, they couldn’t care less that I was someone living under their roof. I was always given the leftover portions of their meals and never had anything to myself, but if I were to, it would’ve been a hand-me-down older than me or something they saw as useless. I was blessed enough to even have my own room, but even then, it felt so alone and cold.

After I turned 13 I thought of myself as “grown,” so I would often leave the house without telling my uncle or aunt, but even then, it was like they didn’t even care. I wasn’t lectured, I wasn’t taught any differently, I was simply just an accessory to the house. I remember vividly I wandered around the neighborhood as the sun was staring to set, and the streets were starting to quiet down. I wanted to spend that evening at the nearby park, swinging as I watched the sky turn orange and red.

When I made it to the park, there was only one family there. It was a father, and two boys who looked about the same age. Though neither of them look related in the slightest, they were close and bonded together as if they were. A panging feeling in my chest kind of stuck with me at the sight of them— a family so close together despite not being blood relative. And here I was, freely exploring the world with no parents to worry about me at home. Though it sounded like a damn blessing to other kids my age, I’ve never felt so.. Isolated.

I did my best to avoid where the family was and made a B-line to the swings. The two boys were playing around on the jungle gym as the man watched with a content smile on his face. I tried my best to ignore the sight, and instead focus on the sky, glowing in such warm colors.

I rocked back and forth, trying to swing as high as I can. Every time I would swing, my goal was to be able to touch the sky. A childish dream I had.

“Dad, who is that?” one of the boys asked while tugging at his father's sleeve.

The man looked over, a little surprised to see me. I pretended not to notice them talking about me and proceeded with my swinging.

“Hm, I don't know, Wil,” the dad said. I learned that the boy asking about me was named Wil.

“Can I play with them..?” he asked. Immediately I stopped swinging, dragging my feet into the mulch and looking at them. I don't know if I was scared, surprised, or excited that someone had finally noticed me. I'm sure the man saw the mix of feelings in my eyes too.

The man leaned down and talked softly to Wil before he nodded. Wil then walked toward me, and immediately I was freezing up. I gripped onto the swing chains tight as I could only watch in fear. Once Wil was in front of me, he smiled.

“Hi,” he greeted. “My name is Wilbur. What's your name?”

“(y-y/n)..” I stuttered. Wilbur nodded before pointing at the swing next to me.

“Can I swing with you?” he asked. It was an innocent offer, but something about it made me tear up. It was the first time anybody wanted to play with me.

“O-okay..” I nodded. “Do you want to know the game I'm playing?” I quietly asked. Wil nodded eagerly before hopping onto the swing.

Once I explained the game to him, we were having the time of our lives, swinging through the breezes while reaching our little hands to the sky. We were giggling, making it a little competition to see who could swinging the highest. And even when the sunset disappeared we were still reaching for the stars, and it took some lecturing from, who I learned to be, Phil, to get Wil finally off the swings.

“Where are your parents, little one?” Phil asked.

“I.. Um..” I fumbled for some sort of excuse. “My parents are here! They're just.. Shopping right now.” I pointed to the town just across the playground. “There.”

Though it looked as if Phil didn't buy it, he simply nodded, and wished me a goodnight and safety.

After that, it began routine to meet Wil at the playground with his family. We would make up games together and run around. Or sometimes, Wil and I would hide under the jungle gym and talk of stories and dreams. One day, I decided to have a private conversation with Phil on my living circumstances, ultimately asking if I could stay over at their place every once in a while. Phil being the caring man he is, agreed, which led to sleepovers and finally finding safety and comfort within a family.

Bringing myself back to the present, I sighed and looked over towards Wil and Tommy. Wil had a nostalgic smile on his face, as if he was also reliving those memories with me. Tom on the other hand, had a face of curiosity and surprise. Tom turned over to Wil and playfully nudged him on the shoulder.

“You never told me you have a lifelong best friend!” Tom exclaimed. Wil chuckled before ruffling the boy's hair.

“Well.. I mean yeah..” he sighed. Wil and I looked at each other. We both knew it was so much more than that.

We had finally made it the house. As it stood in all it's glory, it looked no different from what I remember. Tom and I walked inside as Wil locked the door behind us. It was definitely refurnished to match the wealth of their family.

Another clue as to them being the Syndicate.

Regardless, I took my shoes off and hung up my jacket. I turned to look at Wil, who looked like was thinking about something.

“Wilbur?” I called out. He shook his head and looked at me.

“S-sorry.. I was just thinking about where you're going to sleep. When Tom moved in he took the guest room— and I feel like it would be rude if I made you sleep in the living room—” Wil began to ramble but then paused before exhaling. He clasped his hands together and looked at me. “Are you.. Okay with sleeping in my room—? Not that I'll be in the room with you! I could sleep in the living room or with Tom or something..”

Wilbur's room..?

A jumble of memories began to flash all at once, and I was starting to feel lightheaded again. I quickly shook out of my thoughts before looking at Wil.

“Y-yeah.. Sure..” I replied softly. Tom had already headed upstairs for bed. I trailed behind Wil as he led me upstairs to his room, which if anything, I could've located on my own based on muscle memory.

Wilbur creaked the door open, and if anything, it was all exactly the same. A pile of clothes in one corner, a desk littered with papers with scribbled writing, and a guitar on the bedside.

“Wow,” I said out loud. Wil turned to look at me with slightly raised eyebrow. “it's almost as how I remember it..”

“Ah.. Yeah..” Wil nodded. He walked in and started to go through his drawers, fetching some spare clothes for me to wear. I circled around the room examining any crevice. I knew this was my opportunity to seize new evidence, but that child in me refused, and only wished for me to enjoy the moment.

“Here.” Wil handed me a pair of folded up sweats and a shirt for me to wear. After further examination, I realized that these were the pajamas I would often wear when coming over to their place back then: Wilbur's dark gray sweatpants and a large black graphic tee of our favorite anime.

“..Thank you.” I said to Wil. I looked up to face him. A melancholy smile rested on his face as that small tint of pink rested on his cheekbones. His brown eyes, though we were in a dimmed room, sparkled a bit with sincerity.

“Of course uh..” He stood there for a minute, staring at me, before he cleared his throat and headed out the door. “If you need me, I’ll be in Tom’s room which is just the next room to the left, okay?” He held onto the doorknob. “Goodnight, (y/n).”

“..Goodnight, Wilbur.” I replied, softly. He gave me one last look before closing the door shut.

I stood there with Wilbur’s clothes still in my hands.

My heart was pounding, and if anything, the room felt stuffy despite the A/C in Wil’s room being at a cool 69 degrees. I felt the butterflies fluttering in my stomach, and all they wanted was to escape far and away. I wasn’t sure if I was flustered or anxious being in this room again. Whatever it was, I desperately needed to pull myself together.

Siren is Wilbur.

And Wilbur is Siren.

But Wilbur also gave me these soft clothes to wear whenever I was too scared to sleep by myself.

And Wilbur, despite our final argument before we separated, still kept the clothes after all these years. I sighed before changing out of my clothes. As I did, I noticed that the more I looked around, there were still bits of me still left in his room.

On the wall, there was a band poster we got for free after a concert we went to together. On his nightstand was an action figure I bought for his birthday, and scattered around the room, there were small house plants I got for him throughout the years. After I fitted into the sweatpants perfectly, I walked over to his desk. In a little box there were pieces of ripped paper and different colored sticky notes. Curiously, I picked one of them up.

That's when my heart stopped.

Without realizing, tears were starting to form in my eyes, near clouding up my vision. My chest ached and my throat tightened up, as if my whole body was forcing down a loud sob.

“I love you, my honey voice :)” was written in my handwriting. On the next line was written in Wilbur’s handwriting.

“I love you more, my beautiful star.”

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a / n ~ ouch the bittersweet angst was STINGING. notes of all kind are super duper appreciated! I am actually in love with this series, so its exciting to see other people also in love with the story :) spoiler for next chapter-- DELUSION AND SIREN ARE FINALLY FIGHTING RAGHHH

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bangtanintotheroom · 6 months

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🎃 SKZ as Halloween Couple Costumes 🎃

• Pairing: OT8 x (F)Reader

• Genre: Non-Idol!AU, Fluff, Humor, Established Relationship

• Rating: PG-15

• Words: 3.5k

• Summary: In which you and your boyfriend choose and experience the fun and chaos of your couple costume.

• Warnings/themes: drinking, swearing, partying, kissing, cuddling, jealousy, mentions of sucking (hehe), implied sexual content, a single threat of bodily harm, all the guys are dorks and whipped, Chan being delulu for OC, Minho is a terror, Changbin being a sweet furry, Hyunjin looking like sin itself, Han getting no respect from the young’ns, Felix is a mess (in the best way), Seungmin taking his role too seriously, Jeongin is always prepared

• Notes: Happy Halloween y’all! 🎃🦇🖤 I really wasn’t planning on writing anything for the holiday, but this idea came to me last week and the more I wrote, the more I had to see it through. It’s my mini break from some of the other more serious fics I’ve been working on again, so enjoy! ✨

• Taglist: @jimilter @joontied @minisugakoobies @minttangerines @sugalaritae2 @crisle19 @codeinebelle @kookprada @saweetspoiled @effielumiere @m1sss1mp

Chan - Gomez and Morticia Addams

You suggest these and your boyfriend is immediately on board because of the all-black outfits

That, and the fact that he gets to have any excuse to lay his lips on you (not like you never allow it)

You help him draw his mustache on, but it takes a few tries due to him giggling like a schoolgirl

“I think my Freddie one was better.” “Quiet, Chris.”

Talk about in-character

THIS MAN WILL NOT STOP KISSING YOU

On your lips even though you keep scolding him for almost smearing your red lipstick, on your neck, up and down your arm

But Chan doesn’t care, even when your friend group clowns him for the act

He just keeps on kissing like there’s no tomorrow

The real kicker comes in later that night when you hear a familiar song come on over Jeongin’s speakers

Your eyes were quick to land on your boyfriend, his expression painting him as the culprit for the music choice

All it took was a tilt of your painted mouth to invite him to walk over before holding a hand out

“Shall we?”

With nearly frightening precision, the two of you recreate the tango from Addams Family Values (minus the backflips and knife-throwing)

The applause and cheers that surround you as you both embrace is deafening, but it’s nothing compared to the way Chan looks down at you with sheer infatuation

It’s only amplified by the words he whispers as he leans in towards your face

“Cara mia.”

This time, you welcome the passionate kiss he places on your lips, arms wrapped tight around his neck with nothing but devotion

Minho - Chucky and Tiffany

“I know what we can dress up as.”

The second Minho came up and said that, you knew you were in for either a good time or a bad time

As soon as he showed you the pic on his phone, you threw your head back and laughed, wiping tears afterwards

“Why am I not surprised? Sure.”

The days leading up to Halloween involve shopping and your boyfriend practicing his ‘serial killer face’ in the bathroom mirror

Your makeup was darker than usual and the eyebrows were a bitch to draw on, but they were nothing compared to Minho’s scars

“Couldn’t you have bought the tattoos instead?” “They’re wack, yours are way better.”

Somewhere behind that compliment is him just giving you more work to do for the sake of it. So you just mumble your appreciation while pretending to be oblivious to the eyes fixated on your pronounced cleavage

After heading outside, you think you did the makeup too well

On the way over to the haunted house, a few trick-or-treaters recoil in fear and parents usher their children out of your paths

Minho is quick to point this out

“See, jagi? You think some wash-off tattoos would make that happen?”

Leave it to this man to inflate your ego with no hesitation. Now you walk down the sidewalks with your chin held high, on an equal level with your lover

The haunted house was decent, even though you almost decked an actor or two in the face, and hanging out with your mutual circle was even better. Before you know it, everyone is splitting up to head back to their humble abodes

Except for you and Minho

It was clear that you two weren’t ready to call it a night by the way you peered at each other

“Wanna go for a walk?” “Sure.”

Not a walk in the park, but a walk through a cemetery; you and Minho were never the most sane people

A stroll through the nearby graveyard was oddly peaceful with a taste of eeriness lying underneath, the path lit by scattered streetlamps and the moonlight

“You really do look gorgeous, jagi.”

The brief silence was broken by your lover’s low but earnest voice, peeking up to see him watching you with soft eyes

The scars and stitches on Minho’s face did little to ruin the adoration radiating through

“Don’t tell me you have a thing for dolls.” “If the doll looks like you, then I sure do.”

You had to stop the walk to stifle your laugh, not wanting to rudely disturb the dead

But once you finished, your teeth flashed at your boyfriend before you held his hand tighter

“I might have the same problem as you, then.”

The expression that came over him was something that was definitely inappropriate for your current setting, but it didn’t stop him from stepping close and leaning in towards your lips

That is, until you heard a noise in the distance that made you squeak and cling onto him

“What was that?!”

Minho played it off like he wasn’t bothered, but you could feel his heart beating a little faster through your pressed chests

“Maybe we should head home so you don’t pass out from fear.”

With your urgency, you followed close as he practically dragged you out of the graveyard, smirking behind his back at the way he kept looking around at every little noise

Who knew a ‘serial killer’ was afraid of ghosts?

Changbin - Beauty and the Beast

Oh, the way he reacted to the costumes you chose was just precious

As soon as you laid the golden gown out on your bed, Changbin was quick to hop up in joy

“You mean—?!” “Yup!”

The both of you grew up on Beauty and the Beast, but the love for the film was rekindled when you chose to watch it on one of your first dates with together

Watching each other gush over favorite parts and singing along to all the songs cemented the Disney movie as something special in your relationship

Which is why your lover wastes no time in getting his part of the outfit together

You encourage him not to go all out in a fursuit, but to at least get something reminiscent to what Beast would wear

So when he shows up on your doorstep to pick you up, you’re practically bursting at the seams

Horns on his head and a blue tailcoat outfit with ruffles sticking out from his built chest. And…

“Did you put fangs in?” “Mmh-mmh!”

He welcomes the kisses you plant on him until one of his fangs comes loose

“Yah, chill!”

After a quick fix, the two of you walk hand in hand to the fairgrounds, taking care not to let the dirt sully your outfits

You’re holding your skirts up most of the time, but Changbin is quick to take over whenever he could see your arms getting tired

He even took it upon himself to lift and carry you over a giant spot of mud

“Princesses need to stay prim and proper!”

The both of you are one of the last to leave, getting carried away with dancing and taking pictures in every possible area

Despite the way your eyes are drooping, you kindly decline your boyfriend’s offer to carry you home, noticing how he looked ready to sleep as well

After washing up and changing into comfier clothes, you lay in bed with Changbin’s head on your chest, catching up on the mystery novel you had started recently

“Jagi?”

You peek down from the pages to see his drowsy eyes gazing up at you

“Read to me?”

There was no part of you that could say no to that face

You continued, reading out loud in a soft voice while Changbin hummed in interest at the subject matter

But at some point, you both doze off, the plot twist waiting to be revealed the next day

The beast and his princess needed some rest

Hyunjin - Vampire and Victim

There was little room for discussion on what Hyunjin was going to be for Halloween

His entire being screamed that he was the perfect template for a vampire, and you? You were going to be his willing victim

Even though he gave you sass (when does he never?), Hyunjin was quick to jump on board when you suggested Edward and Bella as an alternative

“Absolutely not. I am not washing glitter out of my hair for days.” “Great! I hung your cloak in your closet.”

For someone who was fussing at first, he spent forever in the bathroom getting ready while you sat on his bed in your gauzy dress

“Hyunjin, how long does it take to put some eyeshadow on?” “I have to have the perfect depth and shape! Just five more minutes, angel.”

Five turns into twenty and by the time you hear him step out, your mouth is open and ready to fire off, but the barbs are shot down when you lay your eyes on your boyfriend

“How do I look?”

Like a character straight from an Anne Rice novel; dark hair cascading around his face, burgundy tinted around his eyes and a light trail of blood dripping down his plump lips. He’s absolute perfection

But all that comes out of your mouth is a jumbled noise

One that makes Hyunjin laugh boldly, effectively breaking the spell

“What was that?!” “Sh-shut up! Please tell me you’re done so I can call the Lyft.”

Thankfully, he is, and now you can both make your way down to the city

The streets are crowded, despite its wide berth, forcing you two to hold onto each other tight

Especially when some eyes lingered in your direction for a little too long

You felt Hyunjin’s arms tighten when a lumberjack blatantly looks you up and down

“Stay close to me.”

You’re quick to show your disapproval when an undead nurse shoots your lover a coy smile

“I should be saying that to you.”

The further the night goes on, the more on edge you are

You were used to people checking out your boyfriend, but tonight was a new record

Hyunjin seemed to be as miffed as you were, his replies becoming more and more terse and his stare growing sharper

After a group of cheerleaders yelled at him that he looked hot as fuck, you stopped in your tracks

“I want to go.”

Your low request had his head turning, frowning at how bothered your expression became; a far cry from the light-hearted one you started with

“Y/N?” “Can we just go home and watch some movies? There’s too many people here.”

Crowds were never a problem for you. Hyunjin was quick to discern what troubled you, holding your hand tighter before dragging you off to the side

Despite you asking what he was doing, he continued until he was able to pin you against one of the buildings

“Hyunjin?”

He remained silent, a faint fire in his dark eyes as he leaned down to latch his mouth onto your neck

For what felt like an eternity, his lips and teeth lavished onto your skin, taking care to avoid the puncture marks you drew

You didn’t mind the sudden attack, but the two of you were in plain sight!

You even made eye contact with a few passersby, reactions ranging from flustered to encouraging. Although, you couldn’t bring yourself to stop, fingers running up and down the back of his silk shirt

By the time Hyunjin released your neck, you were panting softly, taking in the now satisfied look on his handsome face

“Sorry, darling, but I had to let everyone know you’re mine.”

Oh. That explains everything, especially the light throbbing on a specific spot on your skin

“I’m gonna have to cover this up for work tomorrow.” “Mm.”

He didn’t seem too concerned, but honestly, you weren’t either. Especially now that you had a new problem to fix

“I still think we should go home.”

Judging by your tone, Hyunjin could tell that you were distressed in a different way now, lips quirking with knowing

“Why? Do you want me to suck your blood?” “You can suck something else instead.”

Jisung - Howl and Sophie

From the moment you and Jisung began dating, he had been secretly planning what your first couple costume would be

As soon as you asked him if he wanted to dress up with you, he beamed, full cheeks expanding

Without hesitation, he suggested Howl and Sophie

You were down with the idea, your boyfriend having made you watch the movie about seven times now, causing it to crawl into your top ten list

Although, your enthusiasm lessened when he asked you to do the old woman version

“Jisung, be for real.” “I am! How are people going to understand the costume if you don’t?!”

You can only take so much more of his obnoxious whining (he said people would think he was just some sort of vampire and you threw on your grandmother's curtains!) before you snap and give in

The kisses he plants all over your face mitigate your annoyance a little. Only a little

At least there aren’t too many people who see you in your attire on Halloween night; the two of you remained inside and handed out candy to trick-or-treaters

The reactions ranged from familiarity to straight-up confusion

You almost bust a gut when a tween insisted that Jisung was dressed up as Jareth

“I’m not the Goblin King!” “You sure about that?”

Your cackles escaped as soon as he slammed the door in their face, grumbling about how that kid didn’t know shit

As soon as the last bag was given out, the porch lights were turned off and the two of you released simultaneous sighs

“Movie time?” “Yup.”

Your social batteries recharged as you and Jisung curled up on the couch, reacting strongly to the jumpscares on the screen and hiding behind the blanket whenever the gore got to be too much

After the second movie ended, he stood up and stretched, declaring the need for a bathroom break

You felt like watching one more film before calling it a night, putting it upon yourself to choose this time

When Jisung returned, his ears perked up at a recognizable tune coming from the TV

The grin you shot over the back of the couch erased whatever sleepiness he was feeling

“One more?”

He gave an even brighter smile, quickly retaking his previous spot

“One more.”

Felix - Pokémon Trainers

Something simple yet noticeable; that was the theme you and Felix were going for

And this was how you both ended up as Pokemon trainers

It felt nice to wear something that didn’t prevent you from using the bathroom or put you at risk of flashing someone

Plus, your boyfriend just looked too adorable with his cap on

The party at his best friend’s house is fun and loose, everyone dressed in all sorts of costumes as they played drinking games and danced to the blaring music

Felix throws his Pokeballs around all night, but manages to keep track of them, slipping them back into his fanny pack with ease

That is, until the liquor starts entering his system and he runs up to you in a panic

“I LOST MY BALLS!”

He screams that in the middle of Changbin’s packed living room, attracting all types of attention

You shoot everyone a nervous smile before dragging your whining partner out by the hand

“Let’s go find your balls, ‘Lix.”

The two of you manage to catch them all before deciding to get some fresh air

Sitting outside in the cool air on a patch of the backyard with your boyfriend is peaceful, his flush lessening as you both relaxed into the grass

But then you felt something thump into your leg, looking down to see a Pokeball laying next to you

“Felix…did you just throw that at me?” “Yeah.”

You frowned and prepared to scold him, but knowing his thought process at times, there had to be a reason

“Why?”

With the most heart-tugging expression on his face, he explained, “Because I choose you. And I always will.”

Maybe it’s the shots from before, but your entire body heated up at his words, your cheeks receiving the worst of it

“Dork.” “Your dork.”

You didn’t deny it, shooting Felix a smile that expressed your mutual affection for him instead. He returned the emotion before leaning in for a kiss

That is, until you stopped him

“Not in front of Pikachu.”

Felix looked down at the plushie sitting between the two of you, choosing to turn it so its back is to you before leaning in again

“He’ll be alright.”

Seungmin - Baseball Furies

Your boyfriend was a low-key kind of guy, which you always liked about him

So you were surprised when he suggested to dress up and go to Hyunjin’s big Halloween bash

But you were less surprised at who he wanted to go as

Now the two of you walked into his friend’s house, dressed in crisp baseball uniforms with your faces covered in paint

This was definitely an obscure choice, but you didn’t fight it; at least he dressed up as something

At first, you admire Seungmin’s ability to stay true to his character, nodding in greetings or using his eyes to speak

But as the night goes on, his silence works on your nerves

“Baby, do you want some punch?” “…”

“Is my paint cracking?” “…”

“Did you see Chan around?” “…”

By the time Hyunjin made it to the two of you to say hi, your patience was paper-thin

“Seungmin, aren’t you going to say hi?”

More silence that led to you leaning in to growl, “I’m gonna shove this bat up your ass and turn you into a popsicle if you don’t speak.”

Nothing. Just a blank stare that had you groaning in frustration while Hyunjin giggled

“So dedicated!”

You give up on getting your boyfriend to talk eventually, making your rounds to catch up with familiar faces

But by the time you get back to Seungmin, he has an odd look on his face

“Seungmin? What’s wrong?”

His stare is stony, looking across the crowded room at something

When you follow his gaze, it takes your entire willpower not to say ‘are you fucking kidding me?’

For there was a party-goer dressed in a well-known leather vest, shooting the same piercing look back at your boyfriend

“Seungmin. Really?”

Really, judging by the way he refused to break the staring match

Fed up, you snatched the bat from his hand, giving his ass a light swat

“Ow! Hey!” Finally, some words

Scowling, you point the end of the lumber into his face, glad to see the caution replace the stoicism from before

"Grow up or you won't get past first base tonight.”

A puppy-like pout formed as he sunk under your gaze

“Yes ma’am.”

Jeongin - Luffy and Zoro

Ever since the live-action movie came out, all you and your boyfriend could talk about was One Piece, One Piece, One Piece

It was only natural that for Halloween, you both dressed up as your characters of choice

You were not surprised he picked Luffy, but he couldn’t mask his own when you told him that you were doing Zoro

“What? I think I can rock the hell out of green hair.”

Not the type to enjoy giant crowds, the two of you headed over to his best friend Seungmin’s for a little get-together for the night

Your outfits were a hit with the crew

“Wow, you guys went all out!” “My knees are cold.” “I’m already getting a headache from this wig.”

The time with your friends went by swiftly, including Jeongin being a menace to Chan over his Dracula costume and you showing off your limited sword trick knowledge (until you almost knocked over a stack of Seungmin’s books)

Before you knew it, it was time to head back

Parting ways, you and your boyfriend returned to your place to undress and wind down for the night

Until Jeongin said something that caught your attention

“I forgot I had these in my pockets!”

You turned, jaw dropping to see him pulling an absurd amount of gold coins out of his shorts

“Jeongin! Were you planning to make it hail or something?”

The way his fox-like eyes squinted was enough of an answer, making you laugh in disbelief as you finished removing your socks

“Maybe I can still put them to good use?”

You knew this man was up to no good, but you still dared to look up again, raising a painted brow

“How so?”

Jeongin stepped closer to you, head cocked as he smirked while juggling the fake doubloon between his long fingers

“Show me more of your sword tricks?”

You gave your boyfriend an expression of feigned haughtiness, straightening up to cross your legs and lean back on your arms

“I don’t know if you could afford it. I’ve got a pretty high bounty.”

Jeongin was quick to dive in his pockets and pull out handfuls of the coins, a couple clattering onto your bedroom floor

“I’ll be the judge of that.”

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iberiancadre · 6 days

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somehow it might be the case that Karl "we shall make no excuses for the terror" Marx would have disagreed with the anti-authoritarian revolutionary kindness marxists.

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riseofamoonycake · 6 months

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Hello Moonie🤍

I think, this is one of the first requests I ever sent out and since you know how much I love how you write about Loki hehe~♡

Could you write something about Reader who is the goddess of flowers~ which is about to meet Loki at Midnight in a beautiful flower garden even it's forbidden?

Thank you so much, dear~♡

AWWW, YES! Maybe it is darker than expected, hope you will like it anyway!

Thank you for the opportunity to write about our beloved Loki, my Sigyn!

For the song: Only Us, Miracle of Sound + Karliene

Nothing Else Matters, Only Us

🥀Pairing: Loki x Flower!goddess

🥀Warnings: mention of NSFW, stalking, corruption kink, yandere Loki to you all

🥀

You already knew it. You knew it in the trees and the rivers, in the meadows, in the gentle air that came with spring but became mephitic with the approaching of summer, with his apparition. You already knew it, yet you couldn’t resist that thin voice that meandered through the corollas, on the wings of the swallows, straight into your ears: a voice very different from that of your sisters, your parents and your friends, not unknown, but not even a bearer of tenderness… a hiss that came at night, far from the moon, when you should have been sleeping, and instead you lost yourself listening.

And that is why Loki found you.

You knew it. But why you? Why to choose a goddess like you? You have been wondering since the first times the God of Deception glanced at you with those sly purple eyes of his and smiled mellifluously, moving a little closer to you during general councils, looking for your presence in the crowd, holding you back, only for a moment, come on, a word, with any excuse. And your mother’s looks have lost importance, nothing could the shadow that slipped on your father’s face as he noticed the god adjusting the cloak on your shoulders ― after he had moved it ― and stroking your hair, keeping his fingers on a lock and almost pulling it; the words of caution, the recommendations, the worries regarding the Lying Deity, the Trickster, the Silver Tongue have lost all their strength, they have all died against the spell of his touch. You don’t know why Loki chose you as the recipient of his attention, but he did; and now, nothing else seems to matter to you anymore.

You knew it. You accepted it. So, when the meetings with Loki became more and more frequent, you were ready. He didn’t need to force your mouth into a kiss, it wasn’t necessary for him to tear off the laces of your bodice and let his hands penetrate underneath, to close on your breasts and squeeze them slowly or slide over your belly. You, you opened the way to his tongue that didn’t miss even an inch of your skin, to his bites that did the same, to his nails that marked your back and thighs. Each daisy remained silent, choosing not to look out of terror or resignation, and not a moan escaped your mouth about it; far too many ran away with him, things that no one knows and should know. More and more, my rose, Loki whispered to you from the first times, more and more. More pleasure, more pain, and depravity. Because I know what you want, Y/N… I know, and I’m here to give it to you. Shall we do it again, my rose?

Now you know it: you’ll never come back. Even the garden in which you are walking knows it, and during the darkest hour your heart is calm, and you can already hear Loki’s steps behind you ― as always. You wait a moment, then you sigh loudly and hug yourself, and an instant later you feel the god’s hands replace yours as he holds you in an iron grip. No light in this embrace. «I told you: if you meet with me, you won’t come back to your house anymore. You’ll be mine forever. You’ll be my flower goddess, you will make your creatures grow only for me. Every creature.» Loki emphasizes these words by moving his hand down to your womb and caressing it, then he buries his face against your shoulder and kisses, nibbles it. «You’ll never be alone, trust me…», he whispers, and you nod, because you know it will be like this. You knew it, you always knew it… and you want it.

You will never be alone again. Not an instant, a single second of a life that is no longer empty, nor yours.

#record of ragnarok #shuumatsu no valkyrie #ror #snv #ror loki #snv loki #shuumatsu no valkyrie loki #record of ragnarok loki

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logorrhea5mip · 10 months

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#not a reblog #ramblings #politics #when our turn comes #we shall not make excuses for the terror #Socialism #Communism #Capitalism #late stage capitalism

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archangelween · 20 days

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I never noticed before but... When you're doing the blowing away thing like the gif, aren't you supposed to open your fingers from the ones next to your face first? To give the illusion of blowing them out? Az does it the other way, from his pinky inwards towards his face. Not outwards.

He does it inwards... Because the trick is reeling in a kiss, "making the magic happen".

Crowley is doing the thing he likes best, standing around "carping", which is a fish, in the ocean, and all sea related things are sex metaphors between them. (That's a long read so let's summarize.)

Crowley's carping isn't him being mean. It's foreplay. He's literally begging Aziraphale. Get it? It's an iteration of the wall slam.

Carping about the magic act is Crowley's way of saying your magic is working on me and I want to ravish you.

"Retire" the magic act? You lay it to rest. To rest is to go to bed. To fuck around instead of working, which we know they're always doing, because they're NEVER working.

Also, one of Terry's famous wordplay quotes is about how elves are "terrible":

Elves are wonderful. They provoke wonder. Elves are marvellous. They cause marvels. Elves are fantastic. They create fantasies. Elves are glamorous. They project glamour. Elves are enchanting. They weave enchantment. Elves are terrific. They beget terror. The thing about words is that meanings can twist just like a snake, and if you want to find snakes look for them behind words that have changed their meaning. No one ever said elves are nice. Elves are bad.

Aziraphale is "terrible at magic"?

The etymology of terrible: late Middle English (in the sense ‘causing terror’): via French from Latin terribilis, from terrere ‘frighten’. Literally terrific, lol. Same idea Azirahpale used when describing Crowley as a "wily adversary" who "keeps me on my toes", and the same kind of wordplay as Crowley's "see a wile, ya thwart": wiles meaning sexually attractive, and the old meaning of "thwart" as to cross over--see a sexy demon, you jump ship and straddle him.

If you look up the definition of terrible, you get the common "extremely bad", but also these:

2 a : difficult in a terrible bind b : formidable in nature : awesome a terrible responsibility c : exciting extreme alarm or intense fear : terrifying 3 : extreme, great a terrible disappointment

Frankly, all three apply, excusing parts of speech: magic is difficult; he's awesome and formidable at it, and the way he does it is terrifying; he's also great at it.

What Crowley just said is that you're keeping me on my toes, shall we lay down about it? Aziraphale's answer: Probably for the best.

#good omens #aziraphale #magic #crowley #carping #wordplay

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invisibleanonymousmonsters · 1 year

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chapter vii – gust & flame

Eris Vanserra x Reader

Eris Vanserra has been a prisoner in his own home since the day he was born. He has done what he had to in order to survive and protect the few he loves. And he is playing the long game. Waiting, waiting, and waiting for the right time to make his move, to usurp his wicked father and become High Lord of Autumn Court. But things become even more complicated when a human girl drops into his life. Perhaps Eris can wait no longer to take his throne.

Word Count: 2,900+

Warnings: torture, abuse, spoilers for entire ACOTAR series

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When Eris winnowed back to Autumn Court, he felt as though he was going to vomit. To see Y/N reaching out for him – ever so subtly – and then not being able to respond in a manner she deserved…

It felt worse than all of other the terrible, dreadful things Eris had done in his past.

For hundreds of years, he was able to ignore the guilt and pain of wearing his mask. But as soon as his mate appeared, Eris had never felt like a worse male.

“General,” a voice stepped out from the shadows of the woods.

Eris' most trusted sentries knew this was where he would winnow upon his return.

But Eris now saw the distress in the male's gaze.

“What is it, Cormac?” He snapped.

“High Lord Beron…he arrived to the camp unexpectedly.”

Eris swore internally. “When did he arrive?”

“Just an hour ago,” Cormac answered swiftly. “We informed him that you wished to scout an area – and that you requested to do so alone, to not be slowed down.”

Smart. It was just vague and realistic enough that perhaps Beron would buy it.

Cormac whistled and Eris heard the sound of his hounds sprinting to their master.

Two horses also came trotting behind the pack of dogs. Yes, Eris could travel faster by winnowing. But to scout an area meant to slowly observe on horseback. His men were trained well in deceiving their High Lord to protect their true master, Eris.

“We had no idea when to expect you back, so it felt as though it was the only excuse which would bide us time until you returned,” Cormac explained as both of them mounted their horses.

“You did well, Cormac.” Eris answered, looking at his sentry. “But we both know that it will most likely not be enough.”

And then he dug his heels into his steed and raced back to camp. His hounds followed after their master with a nervous energy.

It would take a few hours to return to camp. By then, it would be early morning.

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Eris immediately recognized his father’s most loyal guards lingering about the camp. Despite Beron’s level of power, he still held a close circle around him at all times, readying for an attack on him that almost never happened.

But there was a part of Eris that felt glee, knowing his father constantly lived in fear.

Eris jumped off his mount and walked with purpose to where he assumed his father waited for him.

Beron waited in a newly produced tent. Bigger than Eris’ or any others at the camp. Typical that his father demanded such an unnecessary extravagance for only just visiting.

As soon as Eris’ entered the tent, Beron turned from the war table he stood in front of.

Tension immediately filled the room. All the males became quiet and waited for their High Lord reign terror.

“And where have you been lazying about?” Beron growled.

Eris stood straighter, head slightly bowed, with his hands politely held behind his back. “I thought my men had informed you: I was scouting an area a few miles out.”

There was no attitude or sass in his response. But even Eris’ most believable lies seemed to infuriate Beron for no reason. It was as though the High Lord hated to fail at finding something in his son worth punishing.

“Your orders were to insure our armies are ready for battle, shall it arrive at any moment,” Beron hissed.

“Yes,” Eris responded. “And I had confirmed already that they are.” He cleared his throat. “But my duty is also to protect our borders. And my men reported suspicious activity in the south-east woods.”

“And?” Beron barked as he stepped into Eris’ space. “Are your sentries so ill-equipped that you do not trust them to manage such duties without you?”

Eris ground his teeth and took in a deep breath. “I thought you would prefer I risk one life over a dozen. We cannot afford to lose our numbers. And seeing as you have many other sons to replace me as heir, I imagined you would not care if my life was lost.”

The next second, Eris was brought to his knees with a power he could not supersede. Next, a whip of flame wrapped itself around his neck, both choking and burning his flesh. Eris could not help but hiss at the pain.

“You dare belittle me in front of my own army?” Beron hissed, dipping his face so it was only inches from Eris.

But the High Lord wasn’t expecting an answer clearly, for Eris was being choked so harshly that not even a sound could escape his throat.

The soldiers around them shifted their weight and tensed. Some averted their eyes, but others knew better and didn’t break eye contact with the scene before them.

Everyone in Autumn Court was familiar with these punishments. They were so obviously a message from their High Lord. If he would administer such tortures to his own son, his own heir…everyone else could easily imagine what Beron would do to them.

“I expect you to follow the orders I give,” Beron continued. “And if I question your actions, you are simply to reply with an apology and an admission to what a useless son you are to me and this court. Am I understood?”

Eris’ eyes watered with the pain of the flames skewering his neck.

Most days, he would take the pain and submit to his father. This game was long and felt never ending. But Eris knew the close came with making Beron believe his heir was far too scared to ever even think about usurping him.

But then Y/N’s face flashed in Eris’ mind...

She was so strong. He might not know her – not truly. But from the short moments he has spent with her, he knew that she was brave and resilient and stood up for those weaker than herself. She had saved the other women and children who had been captured with her that day in his forest. She had risked her own life to save a child that was not her own. She looked into Eris’ eyes as she told him her family and coven had been taken from her, yet she continued to fight for her own life after everything had been taken from her.

“Am I understood!?” Beron repeated his question in a shout now.

And he loosened his whip of flames just enough so that Eris’ could speak.

“You…made me… the g-general of your armies for a reason,” Eris gasped. “I stand by my decisions.”

But those were not the words to speak.

Beron’s eyes flashed with disbelief, but only for a second. Then it was replaced with an evil glint and his lips formed into something resembling a smile.

“Yes, my armies.” Then Beron’s whip of fire didn’t just wrap his son’s neck, it now wrapped around his entire torso as well, making it impossible for Eris to move at all.

Beron sneered. “And I believe you need reminding…son.”

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Y/N was eating breakfast with Azriel, Cassian, and Nesta when she felt it.

She had a giant scoop of oatmeal halfway to her mouth when she dropped it and the spoon clattered to the table.

Y/N hissed and both her hands flung to grasp her neck, as if it were burning.

“Are you alright, Y/N?” Nest rushed out, with a surprising amount of concern.

“I…don’t know,” Y/N whispered. “Suddenly, I just felt this…this burning.”

But when she pulled her hands away to look down at them, they were not engulfed in flames like she had expected.

“Something – No – Someone is in pain,” she gasped.

Y/N was so preoccupied with the feeling, that she missed Nesta and Cassian sharing a knowing look. Azriel shared the same realization as them, but he wasn’t look at them. Instead, his concerned gaze never left Y/N. He was his usual stoic self, but it was clear that his eyes were filled with concern.

“Y/N?” Nesta asked seriously.

She was finally distracted from the phantom pain and looked up at the three of them, all sitting across the table from them.

“I have been wanting to show you something for awhile now,” Nesta continued. Her eyes flicked to Cassian, and he gave her a nod of approval. “A place for people like us…”

“People like us?” Y/N repeated.

Nesta nodded, “If I simply showed you, you would understand.”

“This is where the three of you so frequently go off to?” Y/N asked, still confused and trying to figure out what the phenomenon she just felt was.

Nesta nodded, also throwing in a forced but sympathetic smile as they all stood from the table.

Cassian walked alongside his mate.

But Azriel waited for Y/N to follow. His frame was stiff with concern and his shadows seemed to be hovering closer to her than himself.

It was clear that Y/N's and Eris' bond was abnormally strong. Y/N being human made it even stranger. She seemed to be oblivious to having a mate, yet felt Eris' pain more than any other mates the Inner Circle knew – not even Rhysand and Feyre's.

Y/N’s hand was preoccupied with ghosting over her neck, wondering how those flames could’ve felt so real.

Had she finally started to go insane?

Y/N silently followed the two Illyrians and Nesta up a set of stairs.

It wasn’t until the wind greeted Y/N so kindly that she finally looked around to where she had been taken.

There were female fae – some High Fae, some not – standing and sitting around stretching. As soon as they glanced at Cassian and Azriel, some perked up, tightening their posture. Others stopped conversation completely.

Two of them, one with bright red hair and the other with dark skin, waved brightly at Nesta, who lingered at Y/N’s side.

“Valkyries,” Nesta explained to her in a quiet voice.

“I-I-I don't know what the means?” Y/N asked.

“A group of female warriors who became extinct 500 years ago during the War,” Nesta explained darkly.

“Extinct?” Y/N repeated. “Then what am I looking at?”

“A resurrection of the females who came before us,” Nesta shrugged. Then she fully faced Y/N and smirked. “Ask your wind, why don’t you?”

Y/N glared at her, but still did as she suggested. Closing her eyes, the wind answered all her unasked questions. “These females,” Y/N murmured swiftly, “have suffered…greatly. They are here to remember their strength, their courage.”

Y/N’s eyes fluttered open. “You wish for me to train with you?”

Nesta smirked, nothing but genuine now. “Yes. Cassian said your coven used to.”

Y/N’s jaw dropped and she looked at the female fae warming up now. “Yes, b-b-but nothing like this.”

Nesta gripped her shoulder with one hand encouragingly. “You saved my nephew, Y/N. Therefore, I know there is strength inside you…same as us all.”

“But I am just…a...a mortal,” Y/N quickly reminded her.

Nesta’s eyes narrowed and she crossed her arms. “Feyre was just a mortal when she broke a 50-year curse that no other fae could destroy.”

Y/N had no rebuttal to that. She had heard the story of Feyre's journey from mortal savior to High Lady fae. It seemed something of legends and it left Y/N in awe that she had befriended the hero such a story.

“Just watch today, if that makes you more comfortable,” Nesta shrugged. “But you have just as much of a right to be here as any fae.”

And Y/N did just that.

She found the wall right at the entrance of the training ring and leaned against it. Eventually, she slid down and sat, watching the training drills closely.

She noticed how Cassian and Azriel were patient, but stern with their training. The females did not fear them, but admired and respected the two Illyrians.

It wasn’t until they broke off into groups and a handful of females grabbed bows that Y/N perked up.

The wind snatched at her face, urging her to stand.

Y/N did so, on shaky legs.

Aware of the other groups doing different drills, she moved silently until she joined those practicing archery.

Azriel was giving a loose lesson of how to handle the bow as he eyed Y/N’s silent entrance. He made eye contact, but didn’t stop his talking. When he was finished, he tilted his head slightly and looked at Y/N almost with suspicion.

“Care to try?” Azriel asked Y/N, offering her the bow.

Y/N eyed it a moment before confidently taking it from the Illyrian’s grasp.

Then, in one fell swoop, Y/N had snatched up an arrow, raised the bow, and fired it off.

The small group gasped, impressed to see that Y/N’s arrow had landed perfectly in the center of the target.

Y/N turned to see that Nesta and Cassian had paused their training to watch as well. Cassian had a proud smirk on his lips. Nesta was smiling brighter than Y/N had ever seen in the short time she’d known her.

When Y/N turned back to the group, she found Azriel watching her with amusement, but also silently questioning her hidden skill.

Y/N bowed her head, suddenly remembering why she had this skill at all. “My mother used to say a woman’s greatest strength was knowing how to attack from the shadows.”

Azriel realized it made sense. If Y/N grew up in a coven, always on the run, they did not have the strength to fight the evil men who so often hunted them. If they could safely defend themselves at a distance, archery was their best bet.

“And the wind?” Azriel asked, once the other females had started practicing.

Y/N smirked. “My shots are more powerful. And I rarely ever miss.”

“You have quite the friend and ally on your side,” Azriel hummed as he crossed his arms to observe the Valkyrie pupils.

“I asked the House for a bow and arrow, but she wouldn’t give me them,” Y/N mumbled, remembering how she begged the sentient home for a weapon those first days here.

“Perhaps she worried you would be a threat to us all,” Azriel teased.

After the archery, Y/N joined the rest of the training. Despite her earlier concerns, none the drills were something that a human couldn’t also execute. And Nesta was right to believe that her past training with her coven gave her somewhat of an advantage.

The other females were kind and treated Y/N as an equal, not seeming to be deterred at all by the fact that she was a mortal. Y/N assumed they would find out sooner rather than later that she was also a witch. But for some reason, she didn’t think that would deter them either.

After training, Y/N spoke with the two that had greeted Nesta so brightly: Gwyn and Emerie. Y/N had noticed the latter’s wings immediately. But it didn’t take long for her to also see that they didn’t seem to be functional in the same way that Azriel's and Cassian’s were.

Through casual conversation during their post-training stretching, Emerie had mentioned owning her own clothier ship in Windhaven.

And it had sparked an idea for Y/N.

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Eris could hardly winnow back to the Forest House he was weak.

This was not the worst beating he had received from his father. But it had not reached this level of violence in quite some time.

Beron was stressed, that much was clear. And he would continue to take it out on those closest to him until he got what he wanted.

Eris already had a steaming bath waiting for him in his personal quarters, a small miracle that his servants had provided him.

With a snap of his fingers, he had lit the dozens of candles that surrounded the drop-in tub that could fit a small family.

Some of his injuries would fully heal. Others, were so harrowing that Eris knew they would scar. It wouldn’t be the first time that his father left a permeant mark on his body – and it wouldn’t be the last.

Eris had only been soaking in the tub for 10 minutes when he heard the spark of magic right next to his face.

A note.

Without even looking at it, Eris knew it was from Rhysand. No one else dared communicate with him in such a way.

Eris’ nostrils flared as he reached for the letter.

Even this small movement shot pain through his entire body.

Not that I truly care, but Y/N felt something today. I assume it was your pain. If forcing you to stay for dinner exposed you in any way…that I am sorry for.

Eris frowned at the words. Y/N had felt his pain? Cauldron. He hoped it was just a slight echo of his sensations, nothing like what he felt when she and Nyx had been attacked.

But if his pain became her pain…Eris would find some way – any way – to sever their bond. Anything to keep her away from his own suffering.

That was why Eris surprised himself by producing a quill from nothing and writing a response on the back of the note.

Is she alright? Has she been hurt because of it?

There was no use in hiding that he had been tortured. Eris was well aware that Rhysand and his inner circle had all made the correct assumptions about the abuse Beron executed in his court. Most High Lords knew to a degree – some even witnessed it for themselves.

All that mattered was that Y/N had not also been hurt because of him.

Rhysand’s response was swift:

Azriel and Cassian said she felt it at breakfast. I believe she was mostly scared and confused. But she is fine. No injuries sustained.

Eris didn’t respond. What more was there to say?

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Hopefully people are still engaged and caring about this fic. I know it's slow and steady. But I hope you'll find it worth it in the end.

What do you think Y/N's idea was after talking to Emerie?

How do you feel about Y/N training with the Valkyries?

chapter viii

#eris vanserra #eris x reader #eris acotar #eris vanserra x reader #inner circle #acotar #a court of thorns & roses #autumn court #beron vanserra #night court #azriel #cassian #valkyries

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day-at-rhodes-island · 6 months

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Why I'm not a fan of the seaborn: complaint 2. This is definitely the less important issue, but I'm not going to let that stop me.

Before I get into it: I am currently doing real studies with evolutionary modeling, like publishable academic stuff, so I know what I'm talking about.

Evolution cannot happen to an individual creature. Ever. Pokemon lied to you. Evolution is the gradual change of gene frequencies in a population over time due to natural selection. Anything else is not evolution (in the context of biology). Whatever the endspeaker is doing is not evolving... unless it is.

One of the very few ways what we see might actually be evolution is if the seaborn are actually a symbiotic microorganism with a very short life cycle which can rearrange the cells of it's host (sort of like the Thing from The Thing). This would explain how so many things with radically different structures can be considered the seaborn, and it also quite handily explains how people can become seaborn. This headcanon alone allows me some relief from these fucking things.

For this next bit I'm going to put aside the fact that they can somehow just create meat when they need more, because if I account for that the "evolutionary" pathway they take makes even less sense.

So let's actually apply the concept of natural selection to the sea terrors shall we? To start off I would like to address the fact that the AEgirians didn't use their advanced technology to fight these things, because the seaborn would then evolve to that level and become unstoppable. That is not how this works.

Do you know what happens if you shoot a fish with a laser cannon? I'll give you a hint: it doesn't grow a laser cannon. Natural selection doesn't produce "better" gene frequencies, major negative traits disappear first and optimization or the emergence of new beneficial traits happens slowly afterwards.

The scenario is they are invading another creature's niche, and that creature is very effectively fighting back. So, which strategy is more likely to get you removed from the gene pool: continuing to push into enemy territory but with slightly better armor, or just staying the fuck away from the people with laser cannons? Evolution always takes the easy way out, not the best way, the easy way. Want to know why every terrestrial vertebrate has 4 limbs? Something crawled out of the ocean with four limbs, and it was simpler to move those ones around than make new ones.

Would the fish growing a laser cannon help them take over new environments, thus out-competing the ones who just stayed away? Sure, but there's no easy path to get there, so they would never get the chance to reach that point. (When talking about genetic algorithms, this is called a local maxima, look it up!)

In even a mildly realistic scenario of creatures like this actually being driven by natural selection, the situation would become a case of dealing with an exceptionally dangerous invasive species, rather than an existential threat to all other forms of life. As per my opinion in part 1, this would have been better.

The seaborn are presented as this purely natural selection driven menace, when in reality they're just the evil army of an ocean god-monster. The driving will to consume all other forms of life isn't natural selection talking, it's at best an excuse Ishar'mla uses so that He can get what He wants, and at worst a case of the writers genuinely trying to write a natural selection driven antagonist, assuming they understand the concept, and not bothering to check if they are right. And it really looks to me like the second one is more likely.

All they had to do was not make them the focus, not make them an existential threat. You can still do the themes of individuality vs conformity with a smaller-scale hive mind. You don't need another planetary-scale environmental threat, you have originium! I could forgive the poorly applied scientific principles, if they weren't such a mess narratively as well. If they had taken this approach the seaborn might have even been one of my favorite parts of this game (they have actually hinted at the possibility of the seaborn deciding that coexistence is actually the best survival strategy, and that would be super cool!). Unfortunately, as it is, the seaborn are bad.

Part 1

#all of this is me being VERY generous about letting science issues slide by the way #I didn't even mention energy expenditure #arknights #seaborn #ramblings

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archoniluthradanar · 6 months

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A Halloween Terror Fest with the Volturi masters : a Volturi one-shot

Holidays with the Volturi masters series

Volturi masters x Reader

(remember that in the Summer fun with the Volturi masters series of one-shots, the reader is now mated to Marcus. Also, not all trips with the masters are trouble free)

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Aro has called for you to come to the throne room because you're told he has something to ask you. When you get there, you see the three masters, including your mate Marcus, sitting on their thrones. You run up the steps to his side and kiss him, making a facial expression that silently asks him 'What's going on?'. You see him shrug in reply.

"My dear, will you come over here please?" Aro asks of you.

"Yes, Aro. Of course." You walk over to his chair and see he is reading a white card.

"What is the meaning of this?" he asks, holding the card out to you.

You reach out to take the card from Aro. Seeing it is an invitation, you can't help but smile. "This should have come to me, Aro. It's from friends in America. I couldn't very well give them my exact address, so used general delivery. Just call me 'resident'."

"It appears to be an invitation, but to what, my dear?" he asks.

You look down for a moment, trying to figure out how to describe the reason for the invitation. "Aro, there is a holiday in America called Halloween."

Not surprised, the Volturi master explains, "It is celebrated here as well, more in recent decades."

You look askance at Aro. "Do you celebrate Halloween?" you ask, thinking it would be interesting if vampires celebrated the holiday, the day when the lines between the living and the dead blurred. But you believe Aro and the others are not dead.

"Of course not, but it has caught on among humans who look for any excuse for a party. There is generally a festival in the piazza for the children and their families, but why would we attend?"

"Why, indeed." You look down at the Volturi, clarifying. "Aro, this is an adult party with costumes and dancing and food. And a few tricks, I imagine. A friend of mine who has a little money is putting on the party at her modest mansion in California."

"And you would like to go." Aro stares at you, knowing the answer before you can respond.

"Well, yes, since Marcus will soon be changing me, and I'll no longer be able to share my world with you nor will I be able to see my friends."

"Not meant as an insult, I do understand your love for childish doings, dear one."

"Oh, but adults have taken over, and they enjoy their own form of festivities." You give him your version of puppy eyes, and you smile when you see him relent with his typical overdramatic sigh.

"Very well, send a reply to your friends. Tell them we will all be there, along with our mates. Just give the secretary the details and I will see to the jet to get us to America, and a limousine that will await us at the nearest airport..."

"LAX," you pop up. "That's the Los Angeles airport."

"Very well," Aro says.

"And um...you and the wives will need costumes. Couples...costumes."

Aro laughs. "Costumes. It might be fun after all."

"I can show you an online catalogue so you and Caius may choose, with Sulpicia's and Dora's input as well."

The master who sees himself to be in charge waves his hand. "Yes, yes, of course. Now you go with Marcus and make your own choices. Thank you, my dear, for sharing your very human experiences with us." He kisses you on your cheek and sends you off to the secretary in the reception area.

As you leave the room with Marcus at your side, you hear Aro muse aloud to Caius, "What costumes shall we wear?"

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In the early morning on the day of the party, you and Marcus meet Aro at the foot of the staircase leading from the tower rooms, and wait for the others to join you.

"Aro, you look fabulous as the Mad Hatter," you tell him while you walk around the vampire leader. "Your face is already suitably pale, and the colour around your eyes is to perfection. The wig is just right, and the costume..."

"Yes, yes, my dear, I look wonderful." He gives you a grin, satisfied, if you are.

"You did watch the videos I saved for you?"

"Of course. I know how to act the part. I will be splendid, you'll see."

Marcus stands behind you, his hands on your waist. You can hear him inhaling your scent, so you lean back against him.

"You look so handsome, my love," you tell him, looking up at him over your shoulder. "We make quite the Roaring Twenties Italian mobster and his moll, don't we."

Unable to help himself, Marcus leans in to kiss your neck, sending goosebumps down your arms. "You are a delightful vision yourself, my heart." After Marcus kisses you, you turn within his embrace and throw your feather boa around him, drawing him even closer.

Just then, Caius comes downstairs with his mate, Athenodora, on his arm.

"Caius, you're going as...vampires? Gothic vampires? Seriously?" you exclaim. You have to admit, the Goth look plays up their natural beauty. Dora looks so different from the woman you know her to be.

"Yes, how do you like it? I thought it would be easier to pretend to be what we are, vampires. We won't have to wear contacts for one thing."

"Well, actually you do look quite attractive." You sigh at the tempting picture Caius makes, but go to his mate, giving her a sisterly hug. "Dora, you look absolutely beautiful, a perfect match for Caius. I see you both found suitable wigs, and the black costumes suit you." Dora is attired in a long black dress, her hair now a burgundy colour. Caius wears a black suit, the jacket long but not quite to his knees. He has donned a black wig as well which you think is perfect.

You peer closer as you admire them, now noticing a strange affectation. "Caius...fangs?"

Pulling them off, he replies, "And here I thought you'd like them. It would have been easier if we had fangs, so we would not have had to glue these on," he groused. "They may last a while since they're made of porcelain, but eventually the venom will make them unwearable." He tucks them into a small box where another pair sits, with a small bottle of dental glue. He then gives Dora a kiss. "Sei una vera bellezza, amore mio."

"Well, you both look perfectly dark and menacing," you say, seeing a cold smile form on Caius' face. At least he's happy with his choice in costume, you think. Has the usually blonde vampire ever been so hot?

You are luckily distracted by Sulpicia descending the stairs. Aro goes to wait at the base of the staircase, holding out his hand for his mate. "You look delightful, my sweet," he says, bending over her extended hand, kissing the top. Then he pulls her close and kisses her naturally red lips.

Sulpicia cups Aro's face with one flawless hand, whispering, "Il mio compagno perfetto."

You wait for the couple to finish greeting each other, then go to her. "Your costume is perfect, Sulpicia. You really look like the Alice of Wonderland of the film, and I adore the stuffed bunny." You smile, rubbing the soft stuffed animal she carries. You give the vampire queen a kiss on each cheek. "Your wig looks marvelous as well, but I love your beautiful brunette hair."

"As do I, dear, but this is just a costume. Doesn't Aro look splendid though." She openly admires her mate, who smiles back at her.

You rarely see Aro and Caius with their mates. It pleases you they actually seem to care about each other. Having no desire to upset either wife over the familiarity their husbands have taken with you, their displays of affection make you feel better.

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The flight to Los Angeles is a bit long, but you visit with the wives, play chess with Marcus, and also eat and nap, something the vampires do`n't need to do. On touchdown, a limousine is waiting for you. You look out the window at the passing scenery, missing America. The car reaches the Bel Air area, spotted with mansions that rival the palazzo you now call home.

When you arrive at your friend's house, everyone gets out to be greeted at the double front doors by their hosts.

"Tracy, it's so good to see you," you say with excitement as you hug your friend and her husband, David. You introduce them to your companions, glad it's dark out, but they easily hide behind their costumes.

Once inside, you're shown to a small ballroom where music is playing, courtesy of a DJ. Your friend leads you to the buffet that makes you hungry all over again, but of course, it doesn't appeal to the Volturi. Still, they have already managed to enthrall your friends and their guests with their vampiric allure.

"They are a bit strange, but I like them," she whispers to you.

You laugh, but say, "They're quite influential back home. And I am completely in love with my fiance Marcus."

"Pleased to meet you, Marcus. You must make my friend very happy. I see it on her face. I'm so happy for you both." She gives you another hug, then says, "I had better go greet the new arrivals. Please, enjoy yourselves and as always, my friend, make yourself at home. I have missed you."

You slide an arm around your mate. "She likes you," you say proudly, smiling.

The music infects not only you, but the five Volturi as well. As if free for the first time in a long while, they are enjoying mixing with humans. You hadn't heard one crack or complaint from them, not even Caius. The wives were definitely taking pleasure in being admired by the male humans around them, even dancing with a few they consider worthy. And yet, neither Aro nor Caius appear jealous. You were afraid at first, but everyone is just having fun. You remind yourself to thank them later for their restraint.

The song 'Slept so long' from the film Queen of the Damned comes over the speakers. You didn't think any of the vampires in the room had seen the film. You're surprised the DJ has such a mix of music in his repertoire, but you love it. A slow jazz one song, hard rock the next.

Your feather boa is draped around your neck, your long cigarette holder in your hand. You start to circle Marcus, attempting to show him that you can seduce him with your own form of aliure. You shimmy your hips as you dance, parts of your dress moving with you. You see his eyes darkening and tone back. It would not do to have him take you here on the dance floor.

Later, during a slower dance, Marcus holds you just tightly enough, as you both twirl on the floor. You looked up into his temporarily brown eyes, smiling. Your mate had not left your side all evening, even when you told him he could dance with others.

"Marcus, I noticed the others are dancing and talking with the humans here. Why don't you mingle?"

"I am content to be with you, my heart. There is no other for me." He leaned in to kiss you deeply, making your heart beat faster.

You look across the room to see Caius speaking to a woman while Dora dances with a human male. When you see Caius bare his fake fangs and lean into the woman's neck, you stepped back from Marcus and walked quickly over to the blonde vampire, crying out his name.

"Caius, don't!" By the time you get there, Caius and the woman are staring at you like you're insane.

"Sister, what the hell! I was only teasing with this woman. I wasn't really going to bite her," he hisses.

The woman in Caius' arms laughs nervously. "I had better go find my husband. It was a pleasure to meet you...Dracula." She left quickly, not looking back.

"Dracula, indeed! Sister, you ruined my fun, and almost drew more attention to me than if I had bitten her."

You apologize to him. "I'm sorry, Caius. It just looked like...from over there, it seemed...I'm so sorry. I should trust you more."

Marcus came up behind you, placing his arm around your shoulder. "Is everything all right here?"

"Yes, Marcus, my fault. I guess seeing you all acting so normal around humans, I keep expecting a shoe to fall." You give Caius a kiss on his cheek. "Forgive me?"

"Of course. Just relax. I won't harm any of your friends' guests, I promise." He gives you a smile and wink.

"Thank you, Caius." You hear a loud series of cackles, and turn to see Aro entertaining a small group with his typical humour. He is the Mad Hatter to perfection.

"Marcus, can we get something to drink?" You and your mate head for the bar, where you ask for a glass of wine. Without warning, the lights in the mansion go out. You smile, thinking it's just a prank being played by your hosts.

In the darkened room, Aro and Caius, along with Sulpicia and Dora, flash over to you. "Something is very wrong, my dear. Stay near our mates. Marcus, guard them."

You start to speak, "Aro, what is going on?", but he and Caius are gone, having flashed to the other side of the ballroom, safe with their speed before the humans' eyes become accustomed to the dark.

The party's hostess comes over the loudspeakers and asks everyone to stay in place, that there has probably been a circuit breaker overload due to the amount of power being used. But when you look up at Marcus, he subtly shakes his head. You lean into him, suddenly afraid.

Marcus sniffs the air. "I smell the stench of wolf."

"A werewolf?" you ask, holding onto your mate, your eyes peering blindly into the dark.

Guests are staying close to each other, their voices murmuring in confusion. The doors to the patio fly open when two bodies hurl through them. Caius is in his vampire clothing, now torn but he is minus his cloak, while the werewolf has his hands around the vampire's throat. Aro is close behind, attempting to come between the two battling creatures.

By now, the guests think that this is a show being put on by their hosts, and begin to cheer for one or the other of the combatants. Aro's hat has fallen off his head, hiding his identity. All the group sees is someone in a werewolf costume fighting two men.

"Marcus, is this...real?" you ask, holding onto his arm. The wives are also holding each other's hands, their eyes showing fear for their mates.

"Should we warn our hosts?" You fear Aro and Caius will fail, and the werewolf will look to the guests as victims. Your life with the Volturi has made you aware the world was not what you thought, and the supernatural was real.

"No, it would be best to let them remain in ignorance. Aro and Caius will take care of things." Marcus can see clearly the advantage his brothers have over the single werewolf. The animal is missing an arm, but is still able to inflict damage on his vampire attackers. Growls are heard outside, but you can't tell who is doing the growling.

"Our presence must have drawn it to this place," Marcus says. "Now you see they are real, my love. Caius was nearly destroyed by their kind long ago."

When someone flashes to your side, you think it is Aro or Caius, but your vision clears enough to see it's a stranger's face looking at you. "Marcus?"

Your mate is back at your side, gently pushing you behind him. "Who are you and why are you here?" Marcus demands, knowing this man to be one of them.

The nomad explains, "I am the one the werewolf was hunting. I hid in this place after seeing the lights and crowd, and borrowed this costume."

"Did you kill the owner?" you hiss at the stranger through gritted teeth. You hear no reply. "You should be out there fighting the beast, not our coven members!"

You see your friend coming into the ballroom with several flashlights, handing them out. "Marcus, this needs to end. We can come up with some excuse or sneak out in the dark."

"They've taken the creature outside. It will be destroyed, the evidence gotten rid of." Marcus notices the nomad has vanished and tells you. He hears Aro taking care of him, removing the head easily before tearing his limbs off the torso. They can't light a fire so near the mansion, so instead, make sure the body parts are buried far apart.

"In any case, we have got to get out of here too," you say, while watching your friend.

Now that the "entertainment" is apparently over, the crowd breaks up, many heading for the bar.

You hear Aro talking near you. "The car is waiting out front. We should depart now." No one argues, and all six of you head for the front door before your hosts notice you're leaving.

Once you're in the limousine, you assess the damage. Aro has cracks on his face and arms, while Caius is missing a hand.

"Oh my god, Caius, you're hurt!" you exclaim. You see Dora is already helping him, ripping the sleeve of his costume, letting him bathe the end of the dismembered hand with his own venom where he will press it to his arm, Dora ready to wrap it firmly with the torn fabric.

Knowing his life had almost been lost at the hands of one of these creatures, his courage impresses you, since it was Caius who first threw himself at the creature.

Caius sees the way you look at him. "This is my mission. It never ends, not until every last werewolf is destroyed. The fact I eradicated another one gives me great satisfaction, sister."

"And what about the other vampire, the nomad," you ask.

Aro kisses Sulpicia's hand that has been stroking his face. "That one will be no bother to anyone again."

You're proud of your new brothers for having saved your friends' guests. You see them as heroes, even if they aren't particularly fond of humans.

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The private jet takes off from the Los Angeles airport, allowing you to feel relief. You're sure Tracy will wonder where you have gone, but once you're home, you will never need to explain anything to her. You will probably never be returning to America again.

You sit on the long sofa, your mate's arm around you. Marcus smiles when he feels you snuggle into him. You watch as Dora pampers Caius, and Sulpicia is sitting next to Aro, their hands joined. You are tired, but everything worked out, you and your family are safe, and you're on your way home.

"I'm sorry for what happened, Aro...Caius."

"Do not worry, my dear," Aro tells you, feeling like a contented victor. "We have not had such excitement in a very long while. It validates our existence."

"Is my life always going to be this exciting?" you ask Marcus, your breathing more relaxed.

"I think not, but if it keeps you occupied, I will see what I can do."

You smile and sigh, nestling against Marcus, your eyes closing.

Marcus sees your smile and kisses your temple, letting you sleep as the jet heads home for Volterra.

A/N : Thanks for costume ideas from @Sparklybuildingsdesign88 -Marcus and his mate as a Roaring 20s gangster and his moll. And @Kimvolturicullen -Caius and Dora as a vampire and his mate, and Aro and Sulpicia as the Mad Hatter and Alice.

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