#WE JUST MADE EYECONTACT AND IT WAS HORRIBLE

[stevie-petey]

hiiiiiii m! read s2 ep2 and i LOVE IT SO MUCH!!!!!! <3 i actually am so relieved that steve reader friend divorce era is over......idk why but friendship breakups make me sadder than actual romantic breakups, partly because friendships themselves are so selfless and sort of by design the least selfish, or self interested you can be, with the benefit just being "we get to hang out!". i'm fascinated that steve forgave her so quickly as well, maybe because he's in a vulnerable spot right now (???), but i really did enjoy that reader was willing to make amends instead of sort of just digging an emotional hole for herself and exaccerbating the problem. i'm excited to see if she'll be as proactive down the line when things get more serious between them.

the way you handle nancy is interesting. i'm glad you don't shy away from reader being jealous of nancy and the attention of johnathan and steve and being pretty and rich, which omg, can drive full grown adults crazy, so why wouldn't a teen girl feel it, but also see nancy as like a full person? i also really appreciate your/reader's willingness to see both sides of the conflict, at least so far. a lot of people, from what i've seen, seem to view that night as a very traumatic night for steve where he got his heart broken, and that's true! it is! but it's also a night where nancy got blackout drunk from survivor's guilt that everyone around her told her to ignore in favour of just forgetting everything she experienced. that would make anyone upset! she probably does feel like her relationship is bs if it's main priority is not allowing her best friend's parents to find peace and move on! anyways, what i'm saying is that it's nice to have a realistic yet emotionally mature main character, and one who is so because they themselves are emotional and very in tune and self aware of them and others, instead of for just like, the plot vaguely, or because of modern sensibilities, no it's just an established and consistent part of her character, which is hard to do and it's so cool that you do it so well near constantly!

but i really was cheesing a lot like it just felt like a classic early 2000s CW show which is the high i'm constantly chasing. one tree hill season 1 episode i think 13 college party was very much the vibe i was getting. i should have been wearing cheetah print and leather and listening to the strokes as my friends convinced me that local basketball player was really the only guy who ~gets~ me. "i'll be" by edwin mccain plays in the background as we make eyecontact from across the room. you set the vibe, is what i'm trying to say.

billy was weirdo and creep and i'm happy he was acknowledged as such!!! not kidding when he came up to the reader i was also uncomfortable and it just had that very deeply horrible frat guy energy that makes every person subjected to it feel very objectified, and i think it's even more interesting that this is, from what i remember, one of the first time someone's shown outright interest in her, so i can imagine that that makes it even worse. i also sort of like the set up of johnathan defending her and steve holding him back, feels very much a great physical example of their position so far, with both johnathan playing a larger role in her life, as well as maybe signalling that johnathan's role as her protector, friend, confidant, all that is now passing onto steve's "hands", as steve's quite literally holding him. idk if that's too much i just had fun! and steve's final thoughts. my god. what an oblivious young man. the immediate jealousy and awe he feels.....his willingness to forgive....her promise to him as he confesses........both very moving and also amazed he hasn't realised his own feelings yet and excited that it will take him longer to do so. them making the promise together especially was so good, and such a good parallel to the one she and johnathan made in s1, and i'm excited to see if steve and r are able to uphold it better than johnathan was and how it'll serve to highlight the differences in their relationship.

very lengthy so my apologies, have a nice day and looking forward to ur next chapter!

hi angel !!

u touched on something SO BIG and i loooove discussing it: steve forgave reader so easily. and YES it was a bit ??? but later itll make sense. overall weve seen that steve just so genuinely trusts readers intentions with him, he never doubts her honesty and hes been pulled towards her since day 1, so of course he immediately was like “oh yeah we can be bffs again <3”. HOWEVER ,,,, this will play a huuuge role later (next chapter i believe). we’ll get more insight and steves vulnerability that night also def helped

and nancy !!! yes !!! i had to rewatch her scene with steve in the library a million times and i just felt horrible for them both. they want to help each other, and as ive said before about jonathan and reader, steve and nancy take care of people in opposite ways and it makes them clash. nancy wants to be proactive, steve wants to be more on the down low and tend to those he has already. hes accepted and moved on, nancy has moved on but hasnt accepted.

and as for the jonathan n steve scene i originally had jonathan holding steve back, but honestly it didnt feel right. jonathan, as much as he sucks sometimes, will ALWAYS be the first to defend y/n. every time he will. steve will too, but jonathan has that spot rn and hed rather die than let her get hurt </3

as for billy ,,,, so incredibly excited to flesh out his dynamic with reader. it wont be romantic in the slightest, but reader will have some insight into billys homelife due to max, and u bet she’ll use it against billy.

and im SO HAPPY the party scene felt real <333 thank u for the lovely asks i adore dissecting my chapters with yall its my <3333

[hunting-songs]

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𝓟𝓲𝓬𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓮𝓼 — send 📷 for my muse’s reaction to yours finding spicy photographs of mine.

"Can I see them?" By Bashos question Senritsu looked up to him and than craned her neck a little mroe because she usually was on the height of the bigger mans belt. They were standing in the hotels lobby were one of the bellboys had collected the bodyguards letters to hand those to them at the end of the day. The end of the day was so far past midnight, that the Hotel had fallen asleep under a thick blanket of quietness closing so thightly around the building that the rustling of paper as they went through the letters seemed almost loud. The images had been in a letter send to Senritsu by an Ex whos daughter had just started to hit puberty and as curious as a bee went through her fathers belongings so the man had send Senritsu the pictures to not onyl keep them out of his offsprings hands but also because they after all were pictures of the Musician. The mans question made Senritsu blink- one time, two times, three times. Than, like a curious bird she tilted her head to the side. Tapping the edge of the pictures against her chin sounded alomost loud in the quietness hanging thick like syrup in the Hotels lobby: "We share a bathroom, Basho. You took me to the Onsen when my back hurted too much. " She said slowly, amusement dancing behind every word as sweet as a song: "You have seen me in so many different states of con franchezza undress, I do not think that that pictures could show you any new aspects of me." The big mans heartbeat was curious, but just as patient like from an artist standing before a piece of ivory a second before they would start working on an artpiece. Senritsu felt a honestly amused giggle blubber up in her stomach, but swallowed it back down.

"I have seen you naked. Thats not the same as seeing someone posing to be alluring. The first one is normal, everyone is naked at some point. The latter however, is art." Basho crossed his arms before his chest, tilting his head in such a serious, specific manner it looked as legant as a dancemove: "And as a fellow artist I am always enjoying and appreciating beautiful art." Senritsu tapped the fingers of one hand against her chin- nimbly and cheekily like a teasing little melody. The smile curling around her stark frontteeth echoed this melody perfectly. She lifted the hand with the pictures : "Oh, how could I ever resist a poets silver tounge when he compares my silly pictures to sognando art."

And without breaking eyecontact with Basho the young woman handed the pictures to Kurapika standing behind her, still with that smile on her face that looked now almost catlike ready to punce at the mouse that was Basho. Laughing loudly soundedd wrongin the quietness of the lobby but it was hard to swallow it down.

"Anyway, yes, look at that- , I am resisting your silver tounge. No, I think I enjoy you not knowing those pictures more than you having a look at them. Poets write their best pieces, when they are in a dolente state.", she winked up at him friendly, chuckling in all good humor. "You are one cruel little woman.", the big mans mustache moved with a disappointed huff and Senritsu just placed her small hands on her chest too dramatically to be serious to flutter her lashes up at her collague: "Noooo, how could you think that. I just want you to write the most vezzoso poetry possible." The giggle eventually escaped her lips only to turn into a happy laughter when Basho playfully pressed his knuckles in her dimples. She- gently, very gently- pushed his big hands away from her face and the tall man walked pretended offended down the corridor, loudly proclaiming that there was no camerady left between Hunters and that he had been betrayed by his own friend horribly.

Senritsu had to hold her hands before her mouth to hold back her laughter echoing Bashos amused chuckle from down the corridor perfectly, still eventually she peered up to kurapika with laughingtears shimmering like jewels in her big eyes.

"...mhmmmmm, you are suprisingly quiet, Kurapika.", she giggled out from behind her small hands before she- carefully, very carefully- leaned her head to the side as always when she was listening attentive. "Tell me, what exactly am I hearing, mhmmmmm? Yes, I could tell myself, but I like listening to your voice and you seem to also enjoy the- " Senritsu had to bite the inside of her cheek to not start laughing out loud and instead she only chuckled gently and shaked her head scoldingly over her own stupid joke: "-heh, 'artpiece' as Basho had just so dolcissimo called it." [ @skarletchains ]

[deathtopoetica]

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tw; imagery of grooming, SH, religious trauma, neglect, invalidation over and over and over and over

you are riding a carousel. a carousel made of rusting metal and rotting blood and drips with ink and disease.

its hot. so hot. it reeks of fever.

but the disgust is what the appeal is. the horror is what you enjoy, it's that feeling that your doing something horrible to yourself that makes you happy, isn't it?

you aren't a fucking victim. your doing this for attention.

and just because your skin is cut by rusting nails, and your eyes bleed with the horrors you've witnessed, doesn't change the fact that you

want to be here.

over

and over

and over

and over again.

i come back to the carousel.

and over and over, i take that seat. i sit on the ride, even if i dont enjoy it.

familiarity is the biggest comfort to me. and this is the fairgrounds i grew up on.

since birth i have been nothing but broken and sick. since birth i have wished to be abused so horrifically, so that maybe, just maybe, it would make up for how i feel.

it's not that i want to die. its just that i struggle to live without knowing that i am useful to someone, even if their intentions are bad.

so i come crawling back, to those who will hold me, even if when they let go i may be clawed beyond repair.

but at least i was held.

over and over

and over

and over again.

its so funny to live with this expiration date on my wrist.

knowing that years from now i will no longer be sought after. i will be too old. my eyes will no longer shine with innocence and for that, i am undesirable. i have been used too much.

and i know you don't get it.

unless you have been printed (4 years)

with it, you don't notice it exists. you don't notice the branding on my hip declaring me useless after some time.

sometimes i wonder why im like this.

is it because you (father)

left me so young? is that why i must find my affection from nefarious sources, just as you were the original wellspring?

a sinner draped in silk makes you no less a sinner. and maybe i am the only one who can see your fingertips drip with virgin blood.

maybe it runs in the family. maybe we are all diseased with a sick, burning lust that curls up in our chest and devours us from the inside.

maybe you are all i am looking for. maybe this is what the point is at the end of the day. for you to make eyecontact with me and for once not forget my name.

i have not heard it fall from your lips for years now. we live in the same house.

i wonder if you ever noticed the windows in my bedroom have no screen, and a ladder leads to them.

i wonder if you noticed your own son was violated, just a few doors over from your room?

or i wonder if you care.

i wonder if your nose is tucked into a bible, and your body covered in black robes, is enough to distract you from

me?

like it has for all these years?

over

and over

and over

and over

again.

i wonder if we're on different sides of the same carousel.

if you, too, struggle with the demons you shove in the closet.

if like me, your body is covered with verses fallen from bloody chapped lips, or sticky with kisses from mouths you never actually loved?

over and over and over and over

you are riding a carousel. a carousel made of rusting metal and rotting blood and drips with ink and disease.

its hot. so hot. it reeks of fever.

but the disgust is what the appeal is. the horror is what you enjoy, it's that feeling that your doing something horrible to yourself that makes you happy, isn't it?

you with your bible and me with my love letters.

two sides of the same coin.

two sides of the same carousel.

over

and over

and over again.

[thevestigeofvanillaan]

Watch Me.

billy hargrove x female reader. Part 2.

content: smoking, brief mentions of sex, billy's slut era begins, told as a story!.

Part 1!

It was the game night for the Tigers, you were wearing that little green, white, and gold skimpy cheer uniform they made. It was a home game that night, so they boys wore the white jerseys rather then their green ones.

You never quite understood just as to why they did that but they did. The band was on the bleachers and the cheerleaders were on the sidelines. The boys warming up with random ass free throws, blah blah. I'm going to get to the point.

Cheerleading really wasn't even that fun. That's just being honest, you kinda hated it. But, you were Miss Popular Little Rich Girl, right?

You'd been used to sleeping around before eventually just sticking with Mike because other than that one night stand with Steve, I'd say he had the best dick game. But hey, who knows maybe that changes later in the story.

The game was disturbing, actually. We won, by a lot. We literally won by mercy rule. It was horrible. And you wanna know what else is crazy? Billy got most of the baskets, unlike how usually it's Steve.

Billy and Steve were the only boys who didn't get swapped out, and they honestly looked like they were fighting with eachother on the court. You were confused as to what the point of them battling for points was when they were literally on the same team. Maybe it was just a fun game? I don't know. Boys are stupid, 'kay?

After the game was over you went to the workout center which is in the middle of the boys and girls locker rooms, grabbing your stuff when Steve comes in.

Followed by him. Of course! And they were arguing about the stupid point shit they were doing.

"I obviously got more points, did you even see the scores I got?" Steve would say and a deep chuckle would come back "No, you didn't Harrington. Better luck next time, I guess."

Steve comes and sits next to you as Billy lingers on the other side of the room, using a towel to wipe off his sweaty chest since he took off his jersey. You watched as he did so, and your eyes lock with his. You don't look away though, no, because you were a moron.

You continue to hold eyecontact with him, he only stares back with a stupidly attractive subtle smirk on his face.

Oh, and you wanna know something stupid that you did? You looked him up and down! Why would you do that? Nobody fucking knows.

His smirk would only grow bigger as his ego just rises and rises. Woo-hoo, look what you did, you gave an ego-manic, an ego boost! That's just amazing. Great going y/n!

You finally, FINALLY look away. Thank god. Turning your attention to Steve. "You did good out there." You'd offer a weak smile.

He'd look up at you and say "Thanks." before fucking leaving you with the douche who is just leaning against the wall, looking at you.

"What do you want from me?" You'd ask as you stand up, walking over to him.

"No, what do you want from me? You big flirt, inviting me into your bed after telling me you had a boyfriend—"

"I was drunk!"

"Then looking me up and down while I'm half naked, you must be so.. what's the word.." He just stops in total and you see your boyfriend walk in.

Your eyes widen at him before faking a smile in hopes that he didn't hear the entire conversation that just happened between you and Billy, who is standing half naked against a wall. I wonder how that probably looked to your boyfriend! Hm!

But he's oblivious. "Hey baby, I'm about to head out. I just wanted to say goodnight—" He lands a kiss on your jaw. "And I love you. See you tomorrow."

The fake smile on your face stays as you watch him leave the room. You hear a stupid low laugh from behind you. You turn around and faced Billy, who finally put that damn towel down and was getting ready to leave.

"You– you are so lucky. I'm lucky! Lucky he's obnoxiously oblivious and kinda stupid." You'd get side tracked when Billy walks up to you, placing a hand on the door frame that you didn't know was slightly behind you.

"Do you have a ride home?" Is what he asks. You'd expect him to say something smart or attempt at some sort of half assed flirting that he'd probably actually be good at.

You nod your head, you lied. You were going to walk home. Which it's not that far, you'd told Mike the same bullshit about having a ride.

But like I said previously, Mike is oblivious, he believed you. Of course he would. Billy knew just by that stupid face you made of hesitation. "Bullshit. Get your stuff, I'm driving you home."

"I have a ride home." You'd attempt the lie again when he was facing the opposite direction of you.

"Jesus, I don't care. You can say that all you want doesn't mean it's true." He ends up grabbing your water bottle himself and you follow him outside, giving protests on how you could've just walked home and how you like walking. You actually hated walking. You didn't know why you even bothered to lie about that of all things.

It was only after you'd entered the car that you'd catch sight of your boyfriend, leaning against the school talking to some kid that you couldn't see the face of.

"Hey look, it's your boyfriend." Billy would smirk at you and you'd scoff before he says, "We should mess around, stir up some shit in your fake little interest in that kid."

"It's not fake." You'd protest and he'd throw his arms up in defense. But you know that he watched you grimace when Mike kissed your cheek, the way you threw on a fake smile that automatically dropped after he'd left. He knew.

You scoff and look back at your boyfriend, "I don't like that word, fake. I'd say.. artificial."

The loud engine of his car rumbling as he pulls out of the parking lot. I tell him my address and not long after we arrived, because as I'd said you didn't live far from school.

When you laid down that night your mind was filled with you and Mike's relationship. Billy was right, no matter how badly you wanted him to be wrong he was so right.

It was fake. You didn't love him, you just told him what he wanted to hear. He truly was the only guy other than Steve of course who gave you a slightly enjoyable time in bed.

You should've broken up with him. You didn't though. Instead you went to school with that stupid fake smile of yours that dropped the second he would leave into an annoyed expression.

Not only was Mike on your mind, but Nancy was. You'd found her in the girls bathroom talking to Tina. "Guys let me in." You'd asked knocking on the door to the largest stall before they'd briefly unlock it to let you in.

Tina had been smoking a small blunt, she offered you it and you gladly took it. "God, it's been a long fucking week." You'd sigh.

"Tell me about it." Nancy would sit down and lean against the wall. "I didn't even know I broke up with Steve until the next day, just because I blacked out so bad."

"You're not the only one who had a guy bring you home, Hargrove dropped me at my house when I was drunk." You'd say while exhaling smoke from you mouth.

"Billy?" Tina gasped, "What a sweetheart." She'd smirk at you. "Then what happened?"

"Nothing. Remember, I have a boyfriend." You'd point out and Tina would sigh.

"Speaking of, when are you going to break up with that cruegy." Tina asked as she took the blunt from your hand, taking a hit.

All you did was look down and nod your head. You didn't know. You knew you wanted to and that it was the right thing to do but you couldn't bring yourself to do it.

Soon the bell rang, and you felt the subtle buzz of your high beginning to hit you. "Shit." You'd whisper to yourself. You were gonna skip. It's either you be late and show up high or skip and hopefully nobody knew you were high or that you were skipping.

You said goodbye to your friends before making your way outside, walking to your car and you sat in the driver seat. Just sitting there.

You didn't talk to Billy Hargrove for give or take two weeks. Barely saw him, and when you did he was with some chick. A new one every time you saw him. It reminded you of yourself before you settled with Mike. And you began to wish you never settled at all, you missed that thrill.

When you did talk to him, it was because you were partnered up for a Chemistry project. Quite frankly you did not want to work with him, you didn't even want to talk to him. Nonetheless you invited him over to your home to do that stupid project.

That stupid, stupid fucking project that screwed you over too badly having been such an innocent little thing.

[is-that-another-soulmate-au]

I may or may not be a sucker for soulmate AUs

But hear me out. An eye soulmate au, like everyone has their natural eye color to start out, but when they make eyecontact with their soulmate one of them changes to match. But let's also mix in the painsoulmate au.

Basically Sokka at the age of 13 is screaming in pain in the middle of town holding his eye as the tribe tries their best to help him. All the while he's screaming "it burns! Oh God! It burns" and the sheer pain alone causes him to pass out in a slump against the cold snow. He knew then that noone in his tribe was his soulmate. It was very obvious.

The pain eventually subsided but he still couldn't get the memory of the pain out of his head, what happened to his soulmate. He could only wonder in fear.

The day that they found Aang in the Ice Katara's right eye and Aangs left switched to mirror eachother.

Not long after there was a firenation ship on their shore and Sokka was facing the man leading the group out. He himself hadn't noticed until the man was hit in the head by the boomerang Sokka threw. Knocking his helmet off and causing them both pain. They stared at eachother for what felt like forever, the man had a scar over his eye that made it hard to see that it had changed to a bright blue mirroring his own. However, Sokka, didn't even realize it was his it was mirroring. Until after they rescued Aang from the ship and Katara was staring at him

"Your eye, its gold"

"What!?"

He looked the reflection of his boomerang and looked up at Katara in horror "he got that scar at 13 katara, remember when I was screaming, it felt like someone was digging into my eye with hot coals for a solid 5 minutes"

They both shuddered at the thought of what could have happened to him. Swearing that they'd soon enough snag him up and adopt him.

(Boutta be skme divergence from the Canon here because i can )

They'd run into eachother multiple times but when they were caught in the fire sage temple Katara and Sokka were thrown into a cell with Zuko. All three in shackles, the siblings shackled in front and the firebender in back. Zuko seemed to just want to be away from them by curling further into the corner "Zuko..."

"What do you want?"

"Tell me how you got your scar" Sokka demanded

"Why do you care?"

"Uhm, maybe because at 13 I was overcome by the worst feeling of pain I've ever felt, my eye felt like someone was stabbing a torch into my socket and it hurt so bad to the point I was screaming bloody murder in the middle of my village for 5 minutes until I passed out from the pain alone. Oh and our eyes are mirroring?" He raised a brow "so tell me, how did you get it. I'd like to know who put both of us through that bile inducing pain"

"My dad did, I was..." he paused, realizing who he was talking to "you know how old I was... I spoke out in a war meeting and was challenged to an Agni kai, thats a fire battle to the death for honor thing, I thought it was the general, but it was my dad. I didn't fight, I begged him to spare me, and he.. well.. you know, then he banished me right after and now I'm here in fire nation waters, captured and likely going to be killed because well banishment means if i step foot in fire nation land or waters, ill be killed he gestured "now Mr. Mirror boy, does that satisfy your question" his voice was like venom, not potent venom but angry 'I'm big and bad' venom

"No, not really, but it does solidify my desire to off the firelord" he said in an absolutely enraged voice catching Zuko off gaurd

"What"

"And it confirms that you should totally join us" Katara cut in hoping to finally adopt Mr. Fire Jerk

"What would I do that?"

"Uh... maybe because your dad is a piece of shit and from what I'm guessing wouldnt think twice about killing you."

"Neither would you?"

"Wow, you wound me. No we won't kill you" Sokka spoke up with a playful sarcastic tone

They sat in silence for a while but Katara spoke up "its nice you two bonded and all, but like, we should probably get out of here, Sokka grab the pin from my hair"

Doing as instructed he grabbed it and handed it to Katara who picked the lock on Sokka's shackles who returned the favor and moved towards Zuko "stay away from me pea-"

"Shut it will you? I'm helping you, just because you've chased us all over doesnt mean we're gonna leave you to die"

After running for their lives and convincing Aang to help him they fly out and Katara Aang and Sokka sit further to the front discussing the situations and Aang nearly cries until he looks at Zuko. And then he does "Zuko, I can tell from how you act you probably blame yourself-"

"Of course I do! It was to teach me respect"

"But you were just a kid Zuko, you still are just a kid, we're all just kids."

"Obciously, but I still ne-"

"No Zuko, listen, I know it'll take time to settle in the right mindset but, what he did was wrong. And you've been chasing me for 3 years right?"

"Uh, yeah?"

"I only resurfaced like a couple months ago Zuko, he sent you out on a mission searching for someone who didn't exist. That's one horrible power trip for him to pull on a child"

Of course he didnt take kindly to the words at first but soon enough, by the time they made it to the north pole Zuko was integrated into their group fairly well.

(This was not meant to turn into a sort of fic, but I honestly like it too much to not post it so here, have my brain dump)

[cheese-extravaganza]

  Of course, it would be a bold assumption to think that there was much of a hiding place around any of these halls or yellow-tinted walls. With the entity lurking behind the door and the eager scratching to get to its victim, Timestream didn’t feel confident in their abilities. At least the lights were back on now..  “I have an idea,” Timestream mumbled, hands tightening on Mint’s shoulders lightly as they stared back at the door with a concentrated look. “We can’t run from it, obviously yes, but we can try and hide. As long as we can get it off our trail..” They trailed off.    Mint, on the other hand, looked a bit shaken at the news they couldn’t rid the beast of following and looked to be a bit tense at the grip on his shoulders. “Ahm- Timestream--” He started, hesitant with a nervous grin on his features before Timestream interrupted him with a deep sigh, shaking their head and releasing Mint’s shoulders and stepping back.     The familiar ache of a headache was beginning for Timestream and before they could properly listen to Mint, they fell into an idle pacing back and forth, one finger on their chin as if conspiring to theirself. “It seems to be attracted to the scent of fear, hm.. possibly since it’s already had a taste of blood,” They muttered, irritably as they spared to their arm that didn’t look to be too horribly damaged. “It’ll memorize us.” They really weren’t paying attention to Mint’s concerned look or his input, were they?     Mint’s eyes were glued to the door now, watching it as if daring for it to open and stepping back a few steps from it. “As much as I adore listening to you, uhm, politely-- lose your mind, shouldn’t we get going before that.. that thing comes in here?” He laced his hands together nervously, running his thumb over the top of his hand anxiously. Timestream snapped their head up and turned to look at Mint, then the door quietly. “Hm. You have a point..” They sighed, before nodding towards a hallway. “Come. We should get as far as we can from it.” Timestream glanced back at the door as Mint passed them, in a bit of a hurry.  The entity residing on the opposite side of the door ran their clawed nails along the door, scratching and tearing at it in desperation to retrieve their meal. Nonetheless, the toothy smirk remained plastered on their features. Sure, they had the ability to break the door open, but it would be more amusing to get the rush of chasing their meal.      It took a moment or two for Timestream to turn from the door quickly once they could hear the beast try and utter words, hurrying their pace a bit as they made their way to catch up with Mint. Mint looked rather pale in the face, as if fallen ill. “Mint?” The musician jolted his head up, looking back at Timestream before his face fell back into the anxious look. “Yes?” He replied, hesitantly as he looked back down at his scuffed shoes while walking.     Timestream wasn’t too.. well, all in tune with anyone’s emotions, even their own but they could tell Mint wasn’t doing to well.        “Ah--, do you..” They hesitated, “Need to talk about it? You look rather pale.” Timestream pointed out, nodding to the vacant look in the other’s eyes. They didn’t expect Mint to take well to the news of being stuck in a place with no exit, but, they had taken more well than others to it. The passing of the walls were familiar and.. unfortunately, Timestream felt comforted by it.     “I-- I just don’t get it,” Mint said, quietly as if a strain was on his voice and refusing to make eyecontact. “This is all very confusing.. I’m not even sure how I got here, let alone why I was put here.” He bit the inside of his mouth, hesitating in his words. Maybe he was just confused and upset by the sudden change. It didn’t feel at all like hours ago he was preparing for a show..    Right, they did ask of Mint’s thoughts and emotions. For a moment, they felt confused themself on their own emotions, let alone Mint’s emotions.    Timestream held their cane in their opposite hand as they walked beside him, trying to think on what to say before waving the object a bit at nothing. “I understand where you are coming from. I was just as you were not too long ago,” They tried the sympathy and empathy route first, seeing as it would probably help calm the other down. “As confusing and jarring as this all is, the only real thing we can do is continue to push ourselves to an end, yes?” They spared a look to Mint, who was looking towards them now. Mint furrowed his eyebrows softly, looking back down to his hands for a moment before nodding in agreement.    “I’m sure we’ll both be just lovely in the end,” Timestream wasn’t confident in that statement, but, it’s what Mint would want to hear. “Not to fret, my dear musician.” They joked a soft bit, smiling a little. Mint couldn’t help but grin at Timestream’s comfort, “I suppose you’re right..” He said, quietly. “Ahm, right, I’m sorry for the sour mood.” Mint looked up, quick to apologize with a nervous smile. Timestream shook their head at him instead, looking forwards and making a turn into a different hallway with him. “Not to worry. We all go through our highs and lows sometimes.”    Nonetheless, Timestream couldn’t help but feel this creeping feeling on their back. Someone was watching them. They did their best to keep their composure once Mint had shown signs of calmness, but.. No, it was alright surely.   Silence fell between the two for a few moments as they walked through the halls, occasionally making a comment here or there to turn this way or watch their step. Other than that, it was fairly silent.  Too silent. . . . . . . ..Too silent. .. it was too silent.

Something isn’t right. Something isn’t right. Something isn’t right.

[moonprincemulti]

You Are Always Mine - Chapter 6

- 23 Nov 2020

- sixth chapter of a series (YAAM)

- catboy/shapeshifter hyunjin & music producer chan

- top chan x bottom hyunjin

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"They're here." Chan's eyes widened as Hyun spoke those words, not believing it to be true at first. "Wha.. they? Who-" "The men.." Hyun whispered softly, his eyes still fixated on the duo that walked in their direction. Chan gulped as he knew Hyun was speaking the truth then. "The men.. who.. changed you?" Hyun's little nod confirmed the anxiety inside of Chan, and he got goosebumps all over his body. He could see the fear in Hyun's expression, following his line of sight to see if he could spot whoever he meant. Hyun felt his heartbeat go up, reaching out to grab Chan's hand. Chan spotted the male duo as well, and for a moment they had made eyecontact. Chan watched the males talk to eachother and then decided the only option was to run away. "Let's go. Let's run." Chan turned around and pulled Hyun along, beginning to run as fast as he could. Hyun stumbled the first few steps as he had been frozen with fear, but he quickly caught up and ran with Chan. They heard some shouting behind them, and Hyun whimpered as flashbacks shot through his mind. "No-" Chan kept running, glancing back for a moment to see the males in full pursuit. He began running even faster, Hyun groaning softly as he tried to keep up. "Why are they here?!" Hyun said in between his pants, Chan shrugging and just turning another corner. "I don't know. Let's shake them off first." Hyun nodded and kept running, trying his best to keep this pace.

As they turned another corner, Chan was relieved as he saw a door to the outside. He bit his lip and kept running, slowing down slightly before reaching the door. He opened it and let Hyun go through the door first, glancing back at the males who just had turned the corner. He smirked and walked outside as well, but was then surprised by two strong arms wrapping around him. He let out a scream out of shock, before he felt a rag of cloth being pressed against his face. He struggled against the person's grip, knowing they definitely had gotten Hyun already. The grip on him got even stronger, and he groaned, taking a deep breath of whatever substance the cloth was drenched in. It only took a few seconds before Chan felt his body go weak, everything going dark. Chan's body was carried towards a van and put in it, next to a similarly unconscious Hyun. The van drove off, transporting the two boys to somewhere unknown. ➴➵➶➴➵➶➴➵➶➴➵➶➴➵➶ Chan was woken up by the sound of a machine whirring, accompanied by soft whimpers. Chan furrowed his eyebrows, opening his eyes but being blinded by the bright tube lights above him. He groaned softly as he got used to the visual, and he heard the whimpers grow into whines. He began looking around, not recognizing where he was. The room was well-lit, but looked incredibly poorly kept, as the cement walls had cracks in them. Chan turned his head to the side, now noticing the oxygen mask that was attached to his face, but he was quickly pulled out of his thoughts as he saw Hyun in a hospital-like chair besides him. A doctor of some sorts was hovering over the younger, a weird drilling machine inching closer and closer to Hyun's arm. Chan wanted to get up to stop the doctor, but he then felt he was being restriscted. His hands, feet, waist and chest had been bound to the chair, so he had no chance in getting up. Chan groaned loudly and struggled against them, getting the attention of the doctor. "Ah, I see you've woken up. Good timing. You can watch the procedure before you experience it yourself." Chan looked at Hyun, who looked back at him with a horrified expression. Chan could see the younger had been crying non-stop, his eyes puffy and red. Chan struggled against the straps once more, hating to be so useless. The doctor focused back on Hyun, but as the door of the room opened, the doctor stopped and faced the second man that had walked in. "Sir, I didn't know you would be here so soon." "Oh shut up Wilson, you couldn't wait to torture him again. Leave the room and come back when I tell you to." The doctor nodded and turned off the drilling machine, walking out of the room then. The door was closed and the doctor looked at Chan and Hyun. "Well well well, we thought we would never see you two again. We've been looking for years after you escaped." The man looked at Hyun, who was stil upset about the whole situation. Chan furrowed his eyebrows, trying to speak with oxygen mask on. "You- how- where are we?" The man walked to Chan, which made Chan freeze slightly, but luckily the man only helped him by removing the mask. "Repeat that for me please." "How do you know us? Where are we?" Chan looked at the man, curious, but also slightly afraid. "I know this blonde haired boy because he is one of our experiments. I know you because you were one of our targets years ago. You are at our lab, where we create beings like your friend." The man smiled gently, glancing at Chan's body. "You would suit a big cat nicely.. sadly we don't have big cat dna yet.." Chan furrowed his eyebrows and took a deep breath. "I'm sorry but.. experiments? You do horrible things to people to experiment? Is this governement approved?" The man laughed and shook his head. "Oh lord no, the government wouldn't approve of this until our experiments prove to be useful. We haven't reached that point yet, but your friend was one of our most succesful ones yet." Hyun whimpered as he tried to get out of his restraints as well, his fear of being caught again and the traumatic memories of the past making him hate this place as much as he thought was possible. He never wanted this again, he never even wanted Chan to be involved with this, but it was all his fault. He shouldn't have stayed with Chan. He should've just stayed a cat, then he would've never been caught. The man looked at Hyun, smirking slightly. "You were so succesful, we were so close to the end, and then you escaped. You ran off like a scared puppy." The man walked to Hyun and glared at him angrily. "You'll pay for that eventually." Chan looked at them and groaned. "Stay away from him you freak. He isn't your property." The doctor raised his eyebrow and looked at Chan. "He isn't? Are you sure about that? I was the one to find his mangled little body, all alone, on the side of the road after a car crash. Parents dead, nobody around.. just this little boy who had no chance of surviving if I didn't take him." Chan listened to the doctor, his mind racing at 100 miles an hour as it felt like Chan could relate to the story. "A...a car crash? Where... where did you find him?" "Australia, your home country." The doctor gasped as he realized Chan hadn't figured it out yet. "Oh I see.. you're confused. You still believe your childhood best friend to be dead. Well, be prepared for a hard wake up call. You're childhood friend is alive and well, right next to you as a hybrid." Chan now could connect all the puzzle pieces and he couldn't believe it. "What? You.. he.." Chan glanced at Hyun. "Hyunjin?" ➴➵➶➴➵➶➴➵➶➴➵➶➴➵➶ Felix sighed as he once again got Chan's voicemail. "What is going on.. no phonecalls, no texts... Where is he?" Felix bit his lip and looked at Minho, who was scrolling through his phone, unaware of the situation. "Minho, are you able to call Chan?" Minho looked up at the other and raised an eyebrow. "What?" Felix sighed and rolled his eyes. "Our friend has been missing for days and you aren't concerned?" Minho blinked and then sat up straight, going to call Chan's phone. "I am concerned, I just thought.. nevermind." Minho heard the ringing tone stop, but he also got Chan's voicemail. Minho shook his head and hung up. "Nope.. also voicemail. You think something bad might've happened?" "Well it's unusual of him to not react for days.. He even missed our monthly chicken and beer night. That never happens." Minho nodded and sighed. "Should we check on him? In his apartment? Maybe he fell and couldn't get up." Felix shook his head. "No no, Hyun would know how to call us." Felix bit his lip and then got up. "Come on, let's go check at his apartment. If he's not there, we'll go to the police." "The police? What will you say to them?" Minho got up as well and walked with Felix. "We'll tell them that our friends is missing and that we are worried. That's what we'll tell them and they better find him. Minho bit his lip and nodded. "Let's hope he is okay. Hyun too." Minho furrowed his eyebrows. "Would it maybe have something to do with Hyun?" Felix looked at Minho, tilting his head. "What? Because he's a shapeshifter?" Minho blinked and froze. "A what?" Felix gulped, realizing only Chan and him knew what Hyun really was. Did he fuck up by telling Minho? "Uh.. nothing. Forget I said that.." Felix quickly began walking towards Chan's apartment, Minho following him with slight confusion.

[schrijverr]

Q&A pt. 2

After a while it’s time for another Q&A where Dean and Cas answer your questions.

Part of the Famous Husband verse, which is also a series.

On AO3.

Ships: Destiel

Warnings: none, but tell me if I missed anything or you want me to tag something!

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“I like could become an angel, but I’d say no, just because I think it would suck to have to answer to God, as a human it’s at least optional.” Dean said as Cas started giggling.

After that the intro rolled, it was a drawn impala that came down the road, it stopped in the middle of the screen and the drawn Dean gave a wink to the viewers, then he sped off again and the smoke was bridge back to the video.

“Hi Hunters and welcome back to yet another Q&A, I’m here with my husband, Cas, to answer some of your questions, so lets get started.” Dean began the video.

“Hello.” Cas nodded, while Dean opened his phone.

“Okay, first up @Spngrl272, who asks: ‘If you were to dye your hair an unnatural color what would it be and why?’ Hm, interesting, what do you think, angel?” Dean said.

Cas thought about it for a moment, then he answered: “Pink, or maybe red, because I think it would be fun mostly, I do not have a specific reason.”

Dean nodded thoughtfully and said: “Yeah, I can see that. I think I would dye it blue, but it would have to be the color of your eyes, because that’s the best color I know.”

Cas blushed and shoved Dean slightly as he said: “You sap.”

“Only for you, darling.” Dean batted his eyelashes over the top, then he turned to his phone and said: “Next one! This is from @reesespuffs1 and they ask: ‘What’s your favourite memory of each other?’ Now that’s a hard one.”

“I agree there are so many to pick from.” Castiel agreed.

A silence fell and it was obvious that a chunk was cut out between then and the answers while they thought about it.

“I have one, but it’s going to sound really cheesy.” Dean said, “It’s from a few years back and we’d just moved here, we finally had our own place, you know. Anyway, it was a Saturday and you were sleeping in, but I woke up early and I was gonna surprise you with a breakfast in bed.”

Cas was smiling softly as Dean talked, but he softly broke it to say: “I remember that, I’d had a horrible week and we’d gone to bed early.”

“Yeah, exactly.” Deans voice had also gone soft, “But the sun was peaking through the curtains and it hit your face and you were just so peaceful and it was totally like a movie scene and it just struck me how lucky I was to have you and that this was real.”

Giving him a quick peck on the cheek, Cas said: “That was kind of cheesy, but also really sweet.”

“I try.” Dean grinned, “So, what do you got?”

“Well, it’s an old one and there were many others, who also had a lot of potential, but this was from before we were dating.” Castiel told him.

“God, that is old.” Dean commented.

“I know, but it was during exam week and I’d fallen asleep at my desk, I knew I did because I remembered thinking ‘oh god this isn’t good, I should go to sleep.”

Cas got interrupted: “That is such an A+ internal monologue.”

“I was very eloquent back then, you might not notice it nowadays, but I was quite the talker.” Cas joked, before he went on: “So I had fallen asleep at my desk, but I awoke to you carrying me to bed, it was briefly and I dropped off again right after, but I never forgot and you never even mentioned it, but it was very sweet.”

“Ahw, thanks.” Dean said, before clearing his throat and reading out: “@Winter_Wolf101 wants to know: ‘What’s the weirdest fan interaction you’ve ever had?’ Had any already, Cas?”

“Not really, unless you count that girl at the supermarket, who I made eyecontact with and she just dropped a thing full of eggs in surprise.” Cas replied.

Dean laughed at that, before he answered: “I think that had to be the time a girl asked me to sign panties and she just handed me a pair, like she carried them around just in case. Note, this was not during a convention or something, she just happened to have one in her pocket.”

“What?” Cas asked.

“I don’t know either, man, that’s why it was so weird.” Dean shrugged.

“That is quite unusual.”

“Next question is from @Why_do_you_want_to_know, who asks: ‘What is Cas’ weirdest habit?’ I think we answered this in the husband tag video and I mentioned your eating habits with burgers.” Dean answered.

“Did you think of a new answer?” Cas asked.

“Lemme think,” Dean hummed, then: “Oh, yeah, Claire mentioned this to me. I hadn’t even noticed until she pointed it out, but that’s just because I haven’t lived without you for over a decade. But you don’t really blink whenever you’re listening to someone.”

“Really?” Cas frowned.

“It’s nothing bothersome or anything and I’m not even sure that counts as a habit, but it is peculiar.” Dean was quick to say.

“I guess, I don’t really feel the need to blink usually.” Cas said thoughtfully.

“Dude just you saying that would have made it into the docu.” Dean grinned, “Which brings us to the next question from @Shazzy_Cat_1903 and they ask: ‘We all know that Cas is an angel, but if Dean were a mythical creature, which would he be?’ What do you think?”

“I would say you’re also an angel, since you’re so caring and nice, but I don’t think you would agree with that.” Cas answered.

“Yeah.” Dean replied, “I like could become an angel, but I’d say no, just because I think it would suck to have to answer to God, as a human it’s at least optional.”

Cas choked on a breath, before he started giggling at that. Getting a glint in his eyes, Dean went on: “Or I’d go full demon, just to make us Romeo and Juliet and God would be sitting on his big throne in heaven just face-palming while you try to sneak around with me, forgetting he’s all knowing.”

Cas giggled some more, but he managed: “No, I’d try to get you to stop being a demon to make it alright again and you’d be grumpy about it.”

Dean laughed too and agreed: “Yes, yes, I would be. Very grumpy that I do not get to be a demon with little horns and a pitchfork.”

“I think that’s about as accurate as an angel having a harp, Dean.” Cas told him with a fond eyeroll.

“Aha, and how would you know that, angel?” Dean joked, getting another eyeroll.

Then more serious, he said: “Maybe I’d be a vampire, they’re cool and if you’re an angel then at least I’m immortal and get to spend forever with you.”

“That would be nice.” Cas said softly, before it cut to Dean reading the next question: “@Destiel_heaven, god, we did that ourselves didn’t we.”

“Technically it was Sam, who came up with it.” Cas said.

Dean pointed into the camera accusingly and said: “If you’re seeing this Sam, this is all your fault.”

A small message appeared: If I recalled correctly it was you, who first said the name out loud for the internet :( XP  ~Sam

“But what did they ask?” Cas asked.

“Uhm,” Deans eyes flickered back to his phone screen, “‘How long have you gone without talking to each other? And if you guys fight, who is the one to apologize first and make up?��”

“I don’t think we don’t talk to each other when we’re mad.” Castiel said.

“Yeah, I’m usually too sad about not seeing you that I try to make up as quickly as I can, and I think you do the same.” Dean agreed.

“But we usually don’t argue about important things, it’s mostly stupid stuff like you using my charger.” Cas said.

“It’s a pretty even balance, I’d say.”

“And I’d agree.”

“Cool, moving on then, @Lightningbugqueen, what a name by the way, wants to know: ‘How have Cas’ students been acting after they found out about Dean?’ Care to enlighten us, dear?” Dean read the next one.

“Mostly the same, it gets hard to be impressed when they have to listen to me talk about American History and force them to do assignments, but there are some questions here and there whenever you upload a video and a few of them did not trust me for the week between you taking a break and your documentary about me.” Castiel answered.

“First time your teacherness saved you from having to be social.” Dean grinned.

Castiel pouted: “I don’t think teacherness is a word, Dean.”

“I thought you taught History not English.” Dean was not deterred.

“I’m not that unsocial.” Cas whined.

“I know, sunshine, but you can be awkward. I meant it as a good thing.” Dean said gently.

It was silent for a beat, then Cas said: “I guess you are right that it is nice that this isn’t effecting work in the classroom. I’d hate to think it would be my fault if they got distracted and failed.”

“You are literally the sweetest person ever when you talk about your students.” Dean told him, getting squinted confused eyes and a cocked head in return.

Dean explained: “You care about them all so much and you want them to succeed, it’s really sweet, honestly.”

“Oh.” Cas didn’t really know what to respond to that, so he just said: “Thank you.”

“No problem.” Dean smiled, before turning back to his phone to read: “@Dean-no-no asks: ‘Does Cas get jealous of all the fans swooning over Dean?’ Only you can answer that one, angel.”

“I wouldn’t call in jealousy per se.” Cas said, getting two raised brows from Dean who remembered that the whole reason Cas barged in on that live stream so long ago was because of jealousy.

“Don’t look at me like that, I wasn’t done yet.” Cas told him, “I wouldn’t call in jealousy, more possessiveness. Jealousy implies that I feel like I don’t get the same attention as your fans, but you do still pay a lot of attention to me, it’s sometimes more that I feel some comments go a bit too far for the connection there is.”

“What?” Dean asked, “I get the start, but that last part.”

“Oh, yeah, it’s- They know a lot more about you then you from them, it’s just how it is, but sometimes comments come across as if you’re both the best of buds and it can go a bit too far in my  opinion.” Cas explained.

“Ah.” Dean got it, “Yeah, sometimes it can be a bit personal or uncomfortable.”

Cas nodded as Dean went on: “Now the last question is from @FanFictionIsLife1234, who asks: ‘What was the moment you realized you were in love with the other?’ Ending on a sappy note.”

“You love sappy notes.” Cas teased lightly.

“I absolutely do, but that’s just between us two. I think I answered this before, about us in the forest, but I’m curious about your answer.” Dean said.

“But that’s when you realized you liked me, when did you realize you loved me, I think that’s different. I knew I liked you when I stayed with you for the holidays and I just never felt more at home and happy than I did that summer, but I knew I loved you when we’d just moved in together and suddenly I realized how domestic we’d gotten.” Castiel answered.

Dean got a thoughtful expression on his face, before he said: “I guess you’re right.”

“Of course I am.” Cas grinned smugly.

“Little bastard.” Dean told him fondly, “But I do like your answer, most people don’t realize it’s the little things that really keep people together.”

“It’s kind of like in The Lord of the Rings, it’s the little things that keeps the evil at bay.” Cas agreed getting a look from Dean, “I’ve spend time with Charlie lately.”

“Ah, yeah that’ll do that to you.” Dean smiled, “But as for my answer, I think, god this is hard, I’ve always loved you it seems and picking something is hard, cause it was this slow built and suddenly I didn’t know how to exist without loving you, you know?”

Cas leaned into his side and said: “That is also a very sweet and good answer.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

It was quiet for a moment, then Dean cleared his throat and said: “Well, I think I���m ending the video now, hopefully you all enjoyed it.”

“I’m sure they did.” Cas smiled, making eyecontact and getting a smile back that could be the definition of hearteyes.

Cutting to the endcard Dean did his outro: “Like this video if you did, leave a comment, hit the subscribe button and ring that bell, there are links to more of me and Cas over here and I’ll see you on the road, bye!”

Then the video ended.

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When Dean talked about loving

Cas my heart exploded, they’re

just made for each other.

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Lollll little demon dean killed me

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THE QUEERS HAVE BEEN FED BY THE GAY OVERLORDS

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If you told me a year ago that

Dean would be sappy with his

husband on main, I’d have

laughed, what a timeline to live in

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Who is that girl with the panties

I feel like I need to know more

about this, wtf

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Dean can carry Cass, get yo self a

swole man

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fuck guess it’s time to write a

Romeo and Juliet angel/demon

AU now, fuck

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This man calls his husband the

sappiest nicknames, little bastard

and dude, get a man who can do

both lol

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theyre so sweet, id puke if it wasnt

so cute

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Cas is my spirit animal when it

comes to social interaction

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[groovycatcollector]

The Wonderfully Right, And The Horribly Wrong (Daryl Dixon Love story)

Summery: After losing her brother and his wife, one young woman is left on her own, caring for a new born and trying to survive. After being taken in to a community after years of mistrust, how will she adapt, and what effect will a certain archer have on her. Starts the last episode of season5

 Warnings: slowish-burn, angst, eventual fluff, violence, strong language. ptsd, Age gap

Pairings: Daryl Dixon x OFC

Chapter 4

I sat in between Sasha and Maggie on the couch bouncing the baby on my knee listening to Rick explain the horde situation, allowing myself to stare out the window at the trees, taking it all in. So, there is a big fat horde, that’s gonna make it’s way over in the next few weeks, if not days. Cool. Some had their eyes on Rick, most were fixated on the floor, either trying to process or in a state of shock. The room was getting more and more sombre, you could cut the tension  with a butter knife. Carter started challenging the decision after Carol said there was no other way (which they’re wasn’t, I haven’t dealt with many hordes but this seemed like the best option “We can try and make it safe, build up the weak spots”

Thankfully Rick shot that down quickly, he reminded me of a politician with Deannas support. As they started talking about the plan I looked away from the window, noticing Daryl’s eyes on me. I offered him a smile, feeling a shot of guilt in my stomach about earlier, he looked away pretty fast, but for some reason I began to examine his face. I snapped out of gaze once people started offering to go. Shit, I know I should go, I really should, my mama always said to always try leave a bit of goodness, and to help whenever you can. I looked down at baby biting my lip, but then Carl caught my attention and nodded. “I’ll watch him” he mouthed, I smiled, half relived, half terrified. Carl could handle himself, I could gather that much. I quickly put my hand up “I’ll go too”

Rick nodded, reassuring the crowd “Well keep this place safe, we’ll keep our family’s safe” I knew this was just empty reassurance, no one could know the outcome of this, but it calmed my nerves, even if only a little.

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I rested the boy on my hip just has I got down the porch steps of the house “I’ll see ya later Nina. Hope you feel a bit better” Maggie offered, walking back with Glenn, who also gave me a half wave as he walked away. And I did feel better. If not more prepared about raising a kid then maybe a little less alone, then I caught a glimpse of Daryl up ahead. Jesus, I was so rude to him earlier, mustering all my courage I started to walk towards him, he had his crossbow slung on his back, holding it lazily with one arm. 

“Hey” I said from behind him, I kept walking up because he was still a few meters ahead. He didn’t turn, so either he was pissed or a bit deaf. I repeated myself to which made him jump a little before turning and rubbing his face“Shit you scared the fuck out of me” He grumbled. I just stared at him, frozen. Shit, why can’t I talk.

He looked me up and down. C’mon Nina talk dammit. “Uhh I” This is not happening to me. I looked down at my feet. For the love of the Archangel Gabriel this is ridicules. “I wanted to apologize for earlier” I stated, finally looking back up at him, straightening my shoulders. “I was really rude,and it was uncalled for” Daryl seemed taken aback, he looked at me hard, which made his forehead scrunch up and show off his lines that come from years of frowning.  “’s okay, don’ worry abou’ it” He began to turn and I left out a huff. “No it’s not, I wanna make it up to you” He glanced back and nodded, before walking off. Okay, not a complete disaster. He did leave half way through but, at least he said it was okay? Still I felt bad, maybe I could help him with his bike, or bring him back something from a run. After all he brought me chlothes for the kid. 

I started walking back to the house, humming to the baby as he began to fall asleep in my arms.

Maybe I have him figured out, I think he’s just quiet, and a tad awkward. I liked him anyways, he seemed more like a protector then a aggressor. I walked into the house to see Carol sitting in the kitchen. “Hey, I’ll be down to help with dinner in a sec, I’m just gonna put him down” I called out to her walking up the stairs. Did I just see little boy next to her, holding a cookie? I stopped and backtracked, peedking my head into the kitchen. Oh, I was right, “Hi there” I said to him, making eyecontact with Carol making a confused face but keeping my smile. “I thought I’d help Sam make a few cookies” She smiled, it was good, pretty believable, but I know a lie when I see one. I nodded, like I belived her and started walking back up the stairs. “Well I be down in a few”

I put the baby on my bed where he slept, putting pillows around him so he wouldn’t roll off the bed. I kept having nightmares that he was gone or eaten, so having him right next to me was faster  to check on him or so I could just a hand out to calm my nerves. I sat next to him and brushed my hand across his hair, my chest tightened with a mixture of fear and love for this tiny child. I know I should pick a name, I just can’t will myself to. I feel like if I name him he’ll be more real, and easier to loose. Maybe I could get him baptized, then he’ll really have a name, if not to me then to God.

We were raised Catholic, so the Baptism was really big for us, then he’ll have two names actually. I chuckled remembering my brother wondering how he was going to baptize the baby when it was born, joking he could try do it in Mountain Dew if worse comes to worse. Maybe I’ll ask Gabriel, as long as he’s dipped in water and a blessing said I don’t really care. I layed out a blanker and wrapped him in it tightley, if I knew anything I knew he liked to be snug. I looked at him one last time before walking downstairs to help Carol.

**

I handed the kid to Carl after thanking him, giving him a smile “I owe you one kid” I said to him, he looked at me before shuffling his feet “When you get back” he started, I looked confused before he spoke quietly “Could I ask for some advice ?” He cleard his throat “Some girl advice” I stared at him shocked, before bursted out laughing. Oh my god this kid is gonna be the death of me “Sorry sorry” I said catching my breath “Yeah of course little dude” he rolled his head back “Jesus Nina stop laughing” he should have known that would have just made me laugh more.

 “Okay” I breathed “Okay sorry” He had gone bright red, and dropped his head low, I felt bad, but it also gave me a bit of a kick “why didn’t you ask your dad?” I just about managed to get out. Carl rolled his guys “he wouldn’t get it, and I don’t think he’s flirted since ‘87” I nodded “Yeah okay, just didn’t expect a kid like you needing advice from an old crow like me” I giggled again, and put a hand on his shoulder. “We’ll talk when I get back from this practice run” His shoulders relaxed a little “Thanks, and please don't tell anyone about this” I turned and seeing how desperate he looked, I tapped my nose, signalling that I wouldn’t say anything. But my laughter was short-lived as I was brought to a standstill by Daryl Dixon sitting on his bike. He looked at me with such a intensity it made my stomach flip, before shaking his head and revving his engine. 

odd.

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Authors note: Any feedback would be apricated, if ye feel the story is going to slow or want more of anything just let me know x

[wolftheidioticfan]

Okay got my writing groove back here we go more cringe!!!! Once again I’m so cringe and have a lot of headcanons. (The one prominent here is that The Camerlengo gardens as a hobby.)

Set after the Kobold’s Pact ending.

Leaving behind an awful curse is great, but...the possibility of leaving friends isn’t quite as great of a concept.

I was very tired writing this but that’s fine. we...write things. it’s fine.

The jester chuckled softly to himself, tucking the bundle of flowers gently under his cloak as he walked, keeping them as hidden from view as he could manage. It was strange, Patronio thought to himself as he kept pace across the cobblestone path, finally being around the world again in this form.

Even stranger, no one even batted an eye at the strangely dressed man as he waltz through the town square, slowly disappearing off into the woods.

Of course, he had expected to be long gone from this side of the country by now as well. But, things never really went according to plan, did they? He hadn’t accounted the curse to only really…free himself, either. He was expecting everyone in that blasted castle to go back to normal, able to move away and leave this all behind.

Yet.

It was only him.

He was thankful, of course of course. The young Count was so wonderful and kind for letting him free, taking on such a horrid curse for himself-- but did it not feel selfish if it hadn’t let his friend and the others there free as well? Alas, Patronio still planned to leave the castle, settle down somewhere far nicer. The plan, however, had changed. He wasn’t going to leave this awful place behind forever, after all. He couldn’t just leave everyone he had grown fond of. It would not be fair at all.

No, the jester would visit every once in a while. Just to see them all, and make sure the young Count was well. He owed that very brave child so much, of course.

With a hum and a couple cracks of the twigs under his boots, Patronio made his way to the hidden path towards Tenebre, glancing up at the tall, ugly structure as it came into full view. He scrunched his nose slightly at it, noting how much...calmer it seemed without the curse. Lucky for everyone inside, he supposed. Those awful trials, and eternal night was gone finally, returning the place somewhat to its former glory.

It made it a little less terrible to come back into, he supposed, even if this wasn’t his favorite place to be  returning to.

There was a door now, blocking folks from just walking in now that there was a Count living in Tenebre. Patronio admired the oak wood softly, looking at the intricate carved details upon it. Lovely, all things considered, and raising a fist, he knocked once, then twice.

…

A servant answered meekly, perking up slightly upon seeing the jester at the door. He gave a soft smile, happy that they all were able to communicate once more...even if their looks still weren’t exactly fixed.

“Hello,” He bowed, “I’ve come for a quick visit, may I enter?”

The servant nodded enthusiastically, motioning him inside as they stepped away from the door, allowing the jester to walk within the castle walls. He hummed, admiring the torches along the walls and the much more...homely feeling the place now carried. The curse really had dimmed the place down quite a bit, hadn’t it?

“Oh! Where is our young Count, by the way?” Patronio questioned, gently gripping the shoulder of the taller being, “I have a message for him!”

“O-Oh, Count Hans is v-very busy!” The servant stuttered softly, still adjusting to their new voice, “I-I can carry your message h-however...”

Ah, of course he was busy. New responsibilities, new home to get used to. He’d have to visit again when the child was more settled in. He still felt he owed him for everything.

“I see, I see, well in that case,” The jester cleared his throat, “Can you let him know I brought his mother the gold? And that she had a message of her own to give? ‘Please tell my son that I am so, so proud of him’.”

The servant dipped their head in acknowledgment, quickly scurrying away and disappearing into the hallways. Easy enough, though he wished he had been able to give the news to the Count himself.

Adjusting the flowers in his cloak carefully, checking them for any damage, he continued through the halls towards the garden. Well, now to the main goal of this visit, he figured.

///

Patronio’s boots clicked softly on the path in the garden, sighing softly as the scent of the various flora hit him. The garden was always the calmest, nicest part of Tenebre, even back during the times of the curse.  A soft breeze lifted the bottom half of his cloak, ruffling the red fabric as he glanced around.

Ah. There he was. The tall form of The Camerlengo was always incredibly hard to miss, even when crouched down by one of his various flowers or bushes. The jester smiled, softly coughing to gain the tall man’s attention.

“Oh!” He stood quickly, giving the other a quizzical look, “The Camerlengo thought you would have been long gone by now, Jester.”

“Well,” Patronio hummed, fidgeting with the bouquet in his hand, “I wouldn’t leave without a proper goodbye, you know! This castle has been my family, for better or for worse.”

“He sees, of course! He should not have doubted your actions.”

He chuckled in response, “I wouldn’t just leave you behind like that- Also ah...It’s...Patronio. Like you heard Hans call me.”

The Camerlengo grinned, clasping his hands together, “Oh! Yes, that’s right. He never knew your name until then, such an odd change.”

The jester noticed the strange tinge of sadness in his friend’s voice, recognizing the reasoning for such. He had to admit, he never thought leaving Tenebre behind would be this hard either.

Then again, he had planned to be leaving with his friends, not without them.

“Outside is very nice so far,” He began, “I had a wonderful time visiting the town square nearby, and well-”

He motioned to the garden, “I know how much you like your flowers,  so I might’ve...gotten some! For you.”

“You did?” The tall man perked up excitedly, holding his large claw-like hands out, “Show!”

Patronio chuckled, gently lifting his cloak to pull out the bundle of small blue flowers. A petal drifted off from the friction and action of handing them off.

“They’re uh-” His voice was quickly cut off by The Camerlengo, eyes darting to the soft, saddened look his friend held. This wasn’t exactly the reaction he expected to his gift.

“Forget-Me-Nots. Yes. He knows what they are.”

The jester shuffled awkwardly on his feet, watching the taller man carefully place the tiny blue flowers on the marble bench, now refusing to make eyecontact at all. His chest tightened a little at the action. Was he unhappy with this gift?…

“...Do you like them?” He coughed softly, trying to break the awkward tension.

“Yes. The Camerlengo loves them very dearly. But-...”

A hand yanked the shorter man forwards, thumping awkwardly against the other from the unexpected force. He glanced up, frowning with a confused expression.

“But…?”

“...You are going to leave soon, yes?”

“That is true.”

“Away from even the village?”

“Possibly, yes.”

“H...How far?”

Patronio’s eyes furrowed at the noticeable voice crack,  carefully considering his words. Why was this so difficult? He dreamed of escaping this castle, never to come back to this countryside for as long as he lived his new life-

Yet now he felt horrible. His heart ached.

“I’m...Not sure,” He sighed, “Not too far, I imagine. I want to make it easy to travel between there and here, you know.”

“Patronio-...Do not do that because of us. He knows you want to leave, far far away. Away from this castle and your curse.”

“What? I’m doing it because I want to still see you, and the others-”

“But it’s not your plan, is it?”

“No...Not exactly. This wasn’t what I had planned after this curse.”

The Camerlengo released the small jester, placing a hand on each shoulder as if he were saying something incredibly important.

“Well! Then, you are to leave far away! And live a happy life, and forget this dreadful castle!”

Patronio tilted his head, “That’s not what I want, either.”

“But you had a plan-”

“The plan was to leave with everyone, Camerlengo. But you’re all...stuck here.  I’m not going to live a peaceful life without my friends.

I am going to leave this castle, but only as my home,” The jester pulled gently on the red coat, pulling his friend down for a more comfortable hug, “I’m still going to visit. And often, my friend. It’s not going to be goodbye forever. This is simply a parting gift, for now.”

He winced slightly as the taller man practically crushed him in the hug, followed by a soft chuckle from both.

“Well! If we are giving parting gifts, then he has one for you as well!”

The jester’s eyebrow arched in confusion at the words, mumbling as he felt the other move a bit, “What do you mean by that?”

A sudden peck on the cheek shocked him slightly, hand moving up to touch the very obvious lipstick mark that had been left. What? Why?

“What- why- Camerlengo!” He half exclaimed, glaring up as his friend snickered, backing up to retrieve the Forget-Me-Nots, most likely to begin planting the flowers.

“You gave The Camerlengo a gift he shan’t forget, and so he gave an equal gift!”

“What? That’s- What do you mean by that?”

“Well, you won’t forget that, will you?”

He groaned, staring at the flowers with a scowl, “Oh haha I get it. I gave you Forget-Me-Nots, very funny.”

“Hehe, he knew you would get the joke!”

“You know what! Maybe I should’ve left without a word,” Patronio stuck his tongue out after his sarcastic remark.

“Oh! Don’t be so scornful! It is very rude.”

After a moment of silence, a couple of snickers broke loose between the two.

This...definitely wasn’t apart of the plan he had all those years ago.

But, that was just fine.

[jekunitrash]

Chaos in the Alicein household_Chapter 4

It had been two weeks since Mikuni and Jeje came back. Everything was slowly returning the way it was before, the two brothers would play games in the afternoon and when the time would come for Misono to do his homework, the blonde would either talk with Lily and Jeje or play with the children. Surprisingly enough, they never questioned him too much on where he had been this whole time and what he had been doing. They were happy just listening to him talking about random things, and Mikuni made them laugh by listing all the pranks he played on Jeje. Said vampire wasn't amused. 

They also thought about closing the shop but the blonde said it would be a waste, and that he would just open it when Misono was at school, like a part-time job. He didn't want to stay home doing nothing of his days, eventhough everyone told him it was fine. Jeje for his part just complied to whatever his eve said. Besides, he could make bottled ships which was kind of a hobby to him. 

So everything was going well in the Alicein household except from the fact that Mikado wasn't at home very often because of "family affairs", as he said. But it wasn't much of a problem for the others since they were used to it and Mikuni wasn't that comfortable around him. They still needed some time to adjust to their new situation, it seemed. Anyways, the servamps and eves were having dinner when Misono brought something up. 

-"Hey, I was thinking. How about we throw a party and invite the other pairs? It's been a while since we last saw them and it was after the war against Tsubaki. It would be nice to see each others for something else than battle. " 

"Oh, great idea Misono!" Lily exclaimed, " I'm so proud of you for suggesting that, you always act like a tsundere-"

"Shut up Lily!" The teen yelled at him, visibly embarassed by the vampire's comment. Mikuni chimed in, feeling like teasing his cute and blushing brother.

"But he is right though, Misono! It's so unexpected of you to suggest something like a party, I mean, you're shy and all-"

"YOU TOO, SHUT YOUR MOUTH !" Now he was really annoyed. 

Jeje sighed at them but he was admittedly amused. Seeing his eve laugh like this was satisfying and he briefly felt flutters in his stomach. It was a strange but not displeasing feeling, and he found himself unable to put a name on it. He was pulled out of his reflexion when more yelling erupted in the room. 

-"Why the hell would you want to invite this bastard Tsurugi, little brother ?!"

'Ah. This is going to be troublesome...' the servamp of envy thought. He knew how the C3's hound dog ( well at least he wasn't being used by Touma anymore) and his eve acted around each other. Incessant banter and death threats, that was it. 'Why did Misono have to bring him up, ugh.'

-" Oh come on, Mikuni. Don't you think it's about time you two start interacting normally ? Besides, you agreed that we invite the Melancholy team, why not the C3? Well except for  Touma of course. I can't forgive this bastard." Misono tried to reason his brother. However, his efforts went to waste as Mikuni seemed to have already set his mind.

"Forget it, I'm not going to see him even if you're the one to ask. We could never understand each other anyway. " he declared before leaving the room. 

The lust pair sat there dumbfounded while Jeje stared in the void, thinking hard. It wasn't new that Mikuni and Tsurugi didn't get along but his eve's reaction was excessive, even to him. And it wasn't that bad when they worked together. Sure Mikuni was opposed to his methods and often said he found him disgusting but he was also worried when he got hurt. That's why he didn't understand how the two men's relationship had deteriorated that much. 'Something must have happened, but what?' Jeje was always with his eve, surely he would know if anything serious happened. 'Well it won't help to stay here'. He stood up and quietly apologized to the other two before going to his eve's room.

As expected, the door was closed. Jeje knocked on it, not willing to upset the blonde more by entering without permission. He got a hum from Mikuni and took it that he could come in. The door creaked when he opened it, which at least made the blonde look at him. He even cracked a smile and if Jeje didn't know better, he would have thought he had already calmed down.

-"Want blood?" Mikuni asked, it was obvious that he was trying to avoid any conversation regarding Tsurugi and himself. 

Jeje merely growled at this before coming closer to the bed in which Mikuni was lying. He wasn't in the mood for jokes, eventhough the perspective of drinking blood later in the night was rather appealing. But first he was going to make his eve talk.

-"Why are you upset?" 

"I'm not-"

"Yes you are." Jeje cut him before he could give any fake excuse to his behaviour. Maybe he was being assertive but he didn't care. It was Mikuni who had said he trusted him, and that he wanted them to act like real partners. He wasn't going to let him come back on his word.

"I'm going to stay there until you tell me what is wrong." God he was speaking a lot lately.

Mikuni snorted at that and turned on his side so he was facing the wall.

-"Oh please. I'm the master here, remember ? You don't have to order me about. Besides, what does it matter to you?"

And that was it for Jeje. 'What does it matter to you',  those few words made him incredibly angry. Not at Mikuni himself but because his feelings (whatever they are) were being doubted by the person he cared the most about. He grabbed him by the shoulder, turned him on his back and pinned him to the bed, firmly holding his wrists. The blonde gaped at him, he clearly wasn't expecting that. 

-"Jeje, what...?"

The servamp didn't answer, he didn't understand why he reacted like this either. His eve drove him crazy in every possible way. One minute ago he felt angry because of what he said and now that the blonde was looking at him, eyes filled with surprise and uncertainty written on his face, he almost regretted. 

-"Jeje..." 

Crap, he should say something. The problem is, he has no idea what. What's worse is that he can't even look away from him. His gaze is locked on Mikuni, only Mikuni, to the point where everything else ceases to exist. He feels the same flutters as earlier during dinner, and unconsciously lets go of his wrists while bending down. He comes back to his senses when he feels Mikuni's forehead against his, and freezes when he realises his body has been moving on its own. 

'What the hell was I going to do?' 

-"Jeje."

They make eyecontact and it's as if Mikuni wasn't bothered by this in the slightest. He is staring at his servamp intensly, and the latter can't tell what emotion is reflected in those beautiful eyes. Wait, did he really think that just now?

-"Jeje" Mikuni says for the umpteenth time tonight. 

-"I'm sorry, Jeje. I didn't want to sound mean." He says that while caressing the servamp's cheek and Jeje is astonished by the fact that once again, he was able to understand him eventhough he hadn't said anything. He shakes his head before placing his hand on top of Mikuni's, enjoying the warmth emanating from him.

-"It's fine... I wasn't angry at you... I  thought you would tell me what was wrong." His voice was almost a whisper but the other man could perfectly hear it.

-" I know... it's just that I don't feel ready to talk with him. We're nothing alike, and he used to do horrible things under Touma's orders. And also..." He pauses, not sure if he should finish that sentence or not. He doesn't know how will Jeje react. 

-"Also what?" The vampire asks. 

Mikuni takes a deep breath before answering.

-" One time he used his spells too much during a mission and I went to visit him in the infirmary. He was really out of it, I think he didn't recognize me. He must have had mistaken me for an enemy because I totally thought he was going to kill me. Other sorcerers restrained him but it was hella scary." He said all that looking to the side so he didn't know what kind of expression Jeje had.

-"... And you only tell me this now?"

-"Huh ?" He turned his head to the servamp who clearly wasn't pleased.

-"It's my job to protect you. How did you even think it was a good idea to go by yourself in the first place?!" Jeje was frustrated. He wanted to protect his man-child of an eve but right now he felt useless. What if Tsurugi had hurt him that day?

-"It's okay, Jeje. I didn't get the tiniest scratch. And he didn't do it on purpose. I was just scared back then and never knew how to make things better. I guess that's another thing I will have to work on." He finished with a small smile and intertwined his fingers with the servamp's. Said vampire squeezed back before resting his head on Mikuni's shoulder. He wouldn't mind sleeping like this, the blonde's smell was relaxing. It seemed his eve shared his opinion as he whispered to him: 

-"Jeje... can we stay like this, just for tonight?" 

-"I thought you were the master." He said teasingly.

Mikuni huffed but chuckled. A sound Jeje loved. He was going to have a serious talk about feelings with Lily tomorrow morning. For now he just wanted to give his eve the attention he needed. He adjusted their position so they were both lying on their sides, Mikuni's head against his chest. He wrapped one arm around his waist, bringing him even closer. The blonde sighed in content, he felt safe in his servamp's embrace.  

-"Mikuni."

"Mmh?"

"Don't you ever think I don't care about you again. " Jeje said, and there was no contesting it.

-"Okay. Thank you Jeje. "

 They fell asleep together this night, both with a satisfied smile on their faces.

So, I reposted chapter 3 and 4 today and will most likely publish them two by two from now on. I actually have 34 chapters of this story on my Wattpad account but won't put them all at once because... well, because. (I'm a prick btw)

[celestiiosapien]

you answered my riddle

Riddler (x Female!reader?) oneshot 

word count: 1842

A/N: hi guys! this is my first time writing ed, and first in a long time writing a fic, so i am looking forward to what you all think! i hope you all enjoy! it dosnt get very romantic but there is scenes of tension and implied interest! i may do a follow up if people want one!

It had been a normal day at the club. It was around 9pm on a friday night and the club was packed with patrons, tables were full and the dancefloor was lively. I had worked there for around 3 months now and every day was the same, different people but same routine. My colleagues are nice, and we tend to joke about particularly extravagant customers. The customers usually behaved themselves, even the criminal ones. A local band was playing on stage, they were better than most acts we've had in the past, But unfortunately they were interupted by 3 loud gunshots coming from backstage.

Suddenly, four armed men wearing masks charged onto stage pushing the performers onto the dancefloor  "Alright, everyone stay where you are! dont move!" one of them demanded as he pointed his gun to the ceiling and let off a few more warning shots. Their guns turned to the crowd of terrified gothamites. A chuckle could be heard, followed by "good evening, ladies and gentlemen! Im afraid tonights entertainment has been altered slightly!" I focused on the figure walking onto stage, it was a tall man in a stunning green suit and black bowler hat, the riddler, without a doubt. "- you're all going to be my entertainment now!" He chuckled into the microphone. I hadnt moved from the spot i was in when the first gunshot was fired. I couldnt seem to move yet my eyes were fixated on him. He continued to spew his selfcentered nonsense, carelessly waving around the pistol in his hand "now i dont want to hurt any of you lovely people, but im affraid unless the bar staff give me all of the cash out of the register, oh and answer my riddle, well you will all have to die, and we dont want that now, do we?"

I felt my heart beat faster as he jumped off the stage and started to carve a path through the crowd, directly towards me, one of his masked goons following close behind, empty  cloth bag in hand. As he got closer i slowly raised the empty tray, that i was holding, to my chest, clutching it with both hands. A smirk spread accross his face as he pointed the gun at me and purred "c'mon now dear. Dont keep me waiting." 

Nodding, i backed up towards the bar, placing the tray down next to the register. Riddler hopped up and sat on the countertop, speaking once again into the microphone as i opened the cash register and stepped aside to let the goon do his work. "Now whilst this lovely young lady is getting my money. Lets see if any of you can answer my riddle! Three tries to get it right! and if you dont?" Another gunshot into the ceiling. 

By this time it was just plain irritating, so i plucked up some courage and interupted before he sould announce his riddle "Y'know riddler if you wanna leave here alive you might want to stop shooting the bloody ceiling, it'll fall down before you've finished running your mouth" i instantly regreted speaking as his head spun violently to stare at me, a look of suprise on his face. I could see his teeth grinding, as if he wanted to say something horrible, but he just smiled sarcastically and muttered "thanks for the heads up, darling," 

  "now where was i, ah yes! my riddle!" he said, slowly turned his head back to the crowd "A most delicious thing, it can be given but cannot be kept. Some awake from it after they've slept. It is the moistest and softest butterfly wing, But when it is the last even it can sting." 

He looked at the faces of the crowd. Confused, fearful, and contemplating their careful answers, whispering between eachother. I watched as the masked man took out the last of the cash from the register. The riddle wouldnt stop repeating in my head. As I looked to the crowd to see if anyone had an answer, a man stood up and raised his hand. "You sir! What may your answer be! Remember, you all only get three tries!"

"Cake? The answer is cake." The man stuttered "its delicous and soft. But can be bitter if its a leaving present!" 

The riddlers face turned from an amused smirk to pure anger "NO!" He widely strode over to the man who had now fallen to his knees in fear "CAKE?! WHO WAKES UP DUE TO CAKE?!" I look away as he strikes the man over the head with the base of his gun, knocking him out.

Riddler brushed himself off, sighing in frustration, slowly striding back to the counter, making eyecontact with me. I felt deep down that i knew the answer, and i couldnt let these people die, i could wait until someone else goes to answer, but then if i was wrong i would have to watch him shoot up the building, atleast if i got this wrong he would knock me unconcious. so i timidly raised my hand. 

"so, you think you know the answer, 'ey?" He grinned as he leant over the counter, resting his hands under his chin. 

"Yes. I think i do." "Well then, please, " he continues to repeat his riddle once more, making sure to emphasise each word of importance. "what. am. i?" "a kiss. Thats my answer, a kiss" 

a long pause ensued as he turned round, straightening himself up and adjusting his hat. i felt as if i couldn't breath, i had no idea what would happen if i was wrong. then he spoke up.

"well, you are all safe, congratulations!" i let out a relieved sigh, i could breath again. Police sirens could start to be heard in the distance, riddler and his men start to head back to the stage "aaaand that is our call to go boys! I bid you all farewell! sorry for the inconvenience" And with that, riddler and his goons dissapeared backstage.

-1 week later-

Everything was back in order. The ceiling had been fixed and our doors were open once again. The only thing that was different was that the manager provided all employees with switchblades, for self defence of course. 

Today it was my job to clean out the storage room(aka the basement). we store everything down there, from non perishable food to extra seating, and it was my turn to organise it. "Now where to start" i muttered to myself, deciding after some contemplating to start with the largest items and making my way to the smaller ones. 

Around 2 hours into my mission, i heard the door to the basement creak open, i thought nothing of it as it was probably one of my co-workers looking for a new chair, it wasnt uncommon for a customer to request an extra one. But as the footsteps got closer i realised i didnt recognise the click of heels on the stone floor (no one i work with wears heels, were on our feet all day, why would we suffer through heels!) Fearing the worst i grabbed my blade out of my back pocket and turned round, pointing it at the unknown figure.

As i focused, i realised that edward nygma, the riddler, had returned once again. Although this time, instead of his dazzling green suit, he was sporting some matte black heeled dress shoes, fitting black trousers, a shirt with rolled up sleves and a form fitting waistcoat. Not to mention the extravigant black tie, deccorated with green question marks.

"Riddler" i shakily said, standing my ground as he walked towards me, stopping just infront of the blade i was holding . 

"Hello again-" he glanced down, his hands reaching up to gently prise the blade out of my hand, admitely i was not fighting back, i was far too intimidated to fight back. "Thats enough of that. Im not here to harm you, y'know" he said, in a somewhat comforting tone. I took one step back, distancing myself as he was admiring the blade "atleast your boss isnt cheap, this is a nicely made knife" he looked up at me "now, if i give you this back, you promise to calm down?" He softly asked, gently holding the now closed switchblade out to me. 

I hesitated, but nodded and accepted his offer, letting out a small sigh as i put the blade back into my pocket.  Riddler calmly sat down on a nearby chair, crossing his legs, making himself comfortable "Now, isnt that better" he smiled. I stay silent. "you can talk yknow, im not going to bite!" "I just still dont quite understand why you are here..." i paused, not knowing how to reffer to him "Please, call me edward" "right, edward, why come back alone?" "well, to see you of couse!" "but....why? that dosnt explain anything" "you answered my riddle, plus, ive been fascinated with you since you started working here." me? yes i have seen edward in our club with oswald cobblepot in the past, and i have served him but fascinated? "well...im flattered, i really am, but fascinated? how?"

"well ive never seen you loose your temper, even with oswald and his demands, its quite impressive" he explained, uncrossing his legs and leaning forward, resting his elbows on his knees "i wandered if you would tell me more about yourself?" i smiled and blushed, slowly starting to get back to my work, talking as i go "im afraid there isnt much to tell, im not that interesting, deffinately not compared to you and your company" 

Ed pulled himself out of his chair to stand close besides me, handing me a fork to add to my pile "oh quite the contrary, anyone with saint's patience like you must have something interesting to tell" looking up into his eyes i saw the determination he had to make me talk, i knew we couldnt talk here, there was too much risk, considering the camera that was placed in the far corner of the room, currently not capturing eds presence. i turned my body to face him as i took the fork out of his hand, thumb slightly brushing his fingertips.

"well,ed, if you really want to know more, i think we should meet some other time, im sure you wouldnt want anyone knowing you were here, would we?" i said, gesturing over to the camera. 

His face dropped as he realised the risk "i suppose you are right, give me a time and place and i'll be there." 

"wow, you are determinded, aren't you? fine, meet me near the lake in the park, tomorrow at 7:30, deal?" i cannot belive i just suggested that. "we have a deal. i shall see you then" i cannot belive he just agreed to that. and with that, he skipped up the stairs, 2 steps at a time, stopping at the top to turn round, smirking at me once more before shutting the door behind him. 

Until then, Mr.nygma.

[ratio-cchi]

Another rough hour passed and i was surprised that i made it out of the trouble. Normally i would face it properly, but the other civilians who supported me came across to stop the mishap i was involved in without being aware of it. People blocked the way between me and my opponent. They didn't want me to battle against the ugly face across of me. Well, his level must be really low since he had beaten up someone almost to death so it was hard to forgive. Sure Pirates deserve it, but some can be nice. However While the people covered me, i had the chance to pick up the pirate and leave as soon as possible. Silently i made it into the other alleyway which was a short passengerway to my stay a few blocks away. Even a few women from the town had helped me with escaping from the spot. Now currently you would find us in my home. Dimmed lights consumed the cozy warm room. It was small. Just a desk, a bed and a carpet. A small window and a wardrobe which wasn't quite tall nor big. A small lamp was enough to keep the other in sight. I had laid him on my bed to let him rest for a bit, i also had treated a few wounds but the rest will follow after he is fully awake. Silence remained in the room as i sat on the woodened chair which i had pulled beside the bed of mine. My hazel eyes never stopped casting down at the passed out male. The scene we were in just about an hour ago... Why me though ? Why did i had to stick in my nose ? I can handle trouble and struggle, but rightnow i didn't feel like it. A low sigh passed my lips before i lightly turned to my desk and tucked a towel into the bowl of water in order to wet it. After i had squeezed out the amount of water of it, i carefully laid the towel on the male's forehead. Strangely he had an increasing warmth flowing up through his veins and skin. Maybe he was fevering... Luckily i was taught to treat it properly before it escalates to more serious illness. I wasn't sure if i should call it luck. The sudden meet with this certain pirate wasn't even planned. Meanwhile the Navy should have handled the guy who beat up the strange haired male. I couldn't even believe myself that i keep a Pirate here in house. Whatever. He is injured. So it's duty to take care of when i see such situation. I'm glad that the town people had helped me though. Otherwise i would be stuck there still perhaps. My eyes then wandered back to the shackles which was attached around the wrist of the man. I had tried any kind of key or trick but nothing helped to get it unlocked. It must bother a lot since it sucks his energy as well. While i was drown in my thoughts again, the other began to stirr awake by squirming cautiously. Instantly my eyes were targeted at him when the shifting of the sheets were audiable. He used his uncuffed hand to rest it on his forehead and that's when he felt the wet fabric underneath his fingers which made him shot his eyes open with an abrupt sit up and the towel fell on his lap. I blinked at the sudden scene. "Calm down, you are safe" I said and kept my eyes glued at the frightend male who directed his eyes to my direction, trying to calm his breath. Though his thick fingers didn't stop on brushing over his bandaged head and his hues fell upon the towel which had landed on his lap by the sudden movement. No longer than a few minutes were needed and the male gave his voice out by himself. Yet it sounded so horrible to which i pulled an unnoticed grimace. "Thank You -yoi...." He heavily mumbled and it barely reached to my ears but i exactly knew that he wasn't good at apologizing nor at thanking to anyone. Rumours and more made it around here in town - no. around the world. It's hard to avoid plenty of infos when they are always the main topic on this island. "Don't" I replied abruptly with a flat hand raising to block his word in a friendly manner, but there was no smile curling upwards on my lips. Neither he had one. Just glaring at the hand i was holding toward his head line. "It's awkward enough to keep a quite famous pirate in my home, so thankfulness is not needed. Just tell me what the others intention was on hurting you" I continued after the small pause i had added to clear the awkwardness between us. He was slightly perplexed even when he was trying hard not to show any of emotions. It failed. The terrible headache he was suffering from hit again and it made him clench his teeth tightly with the hand massaging the spot in order to cure it. I let out another sigh and took his hand to lower it, there i gained his attention again. "Stop with that. It ain't helping you at all, you better lay down again and rest for a while" I suggested calmly and didn't plan on breaking the eyecontact we had. But he was the first one who gave in and diverted his hues aside before he shifted to motion again. His bare feet making contact to the woodened floor and his hand pushing the blanket off himself to sit up properly and on the edge of the bed. "i barely ask for help, but can you hand me a glass of water ?" To this query i couldn't bring up a no, so my hand eventually reached out for the bottle of clear water, tossing it over. "Here" I shortly said and watched him catching. So his condition was getting better. I propped up my elbow on the desk and cupped by cheek into my palm while i observed the pirate from head to toes. Honestly, my gaze was trapped at the exposed upper body for a quite long moment and my mind travelled from chest to torso. Of course the tattoo was not to be dismissed. i bet he even noticed that long lasting glimpse, because rarely he bursted out in a faint chuckle. My attention was snapped back and my lazy position was back to straightline. I couldn't hide a faint red hue across my face and i was sure that he was aware of this sight as well. This added more joy to his laughter. "Why are you laughing !?" My fist prepared in order to support my snapped comment in irritation. The heat increasing to my visage and underlining the true intention behind this angered statement. He placed the bottle aside again and calmed his short amused laughter to allow a smile to rest upon his lips due his sleepy gaze targeting at me "Nothing. You are just quite amusing -yoi" "If you weren't injured then my heel would bore through your head !" "This temper too" He commented with a sly smile - barely notable to which i was close to destroy with a kick. "Tch. I'm not the one who received punches" "I wasn't quite pleased with that either -yoi" Raising the hand with the shackles dancing after the movement. I crossed my arms over my chest and rested a leg over my other with a serious expression covering my facade. "Haha" I faked "so you blame the shackles for your lost ?" "I would had surely beat the hell out of the guy when you wouldn't block the way -yoi" There was a slight irritation in his tune and i kinda liked it — to challenge people. Especially with a short-temper. I thought, he was more of the cool-headed guy. "I just wanted to be friendly! You were all beaten up! Is that your way of successful battle ?" I tugged up a brow "Shut up! It was still on process!" "I couldn't see any sign of living chances, also you pleaded me to stop" "I was just trying to keep you out of it -yoi!" The discussion seemed to have no end. Seemingly two stubborn heads clashing against eachother might cause a big trouble or just a battle of comments throwing at eachother. Which...was honestly amusing. To piss him off. "Flaming Freak" I stated bluntly as insult and raised my nose to appear lofty. This was a start of word war. And as if the other pulls back now. Of course he took part of this. "Hothead -yoi" "Pirate scum!" "Dynamite Gal!" "Pineapple!!" "Strawberry head!" To that i gasped dramatically and touched my heart in an offended way, instantly grabbing for the nearest pillow to throw it at his face. Not even caring about the bandages nor his headache - when he is able to battle with me then he must be quite fine.