#Yes... I'll try to work on it a little bit

[abxssalwrites]

pairing: sylus x mc | sylus and his twin girls

cw: fluff, fluff, and all of it. dad!sylus, girl dad!sylus, putting ponytails in his hair and playing dolls instead of making dinner

inspired loosely by @abyssyby and this fic ( right here! ) Love it so much! Go read the second part too!

"papa!" the small toddler pads to her father's side, who was busy occupying himself in the kitchen to make a meal. with a head of short white hair, selene grips sylus' pant leg and tugs on it to grab his attention, though he had long looked down at her.

"yes, sweetheart?" selene, the older of his two twin girls giggled softly.

"wha papa doin'?" she asks innocently, giving him a wide, curious gaze with her carmine eyes. though her gaze was full of childish innocence and playfulness, sylus could see so much of himself in her.

it was only then when he realized that his other little girl, sylara has stepped up to her sister's side.

sylara, the younger, longer haired toddler stares at him with that same innocent look. sylus suddenly feels likes he's about to be in danger. and his twins are the root of it.

"papa!" selene tugs on his pants. he has yet to answer her. "wha doin'?!"

"I'm cooking," he says, a bit exasperated. "I'm cooking dinner before your mother returns home."

selene and sylara glance at each other, crimson gazes looking at each other blankly before back up at their father.

"why?" sylara asks, tilting her head. "no need mae food."

sylus is taken back a little. he doesn't need to make food? do they know your wrath when you're hungry after work?

"I do," he insists, trying to turn his attention back to the onions he was cutting. "your mother won't be very happy with me if I don't cook dinner."

selene and sylara are quiet, though the short haired twin is still holding his pants, reminding him that they have not wandered away. he doesn't want to ignore his children, but he must cook. the little ones are... somewhat easier to deal with when grumpy...somewhat.

"papa!"

"papa!"

the little girls call for him again at once. he sighs and looks down at them, their cute squishable faces. "wanna pway!!"

"papa mean if no wanna pway."

and now they're guilt tripping him.

"papa no wove us if no pway."

he stares down at his girls in disbelief. they're purposely trying to get him in trouble with you. they are your kids, after all.

with a resigned sigh, he sets his knife down. "alright. I'll play with you two. but only for a little bit." He points his finger between the two. Making sure they're listening. "then papa has to go back to cooking for mama, alright?"

the twins look at each other and blink, before nodding.

"okay!"

"okay!"

and a "little bit of playing" sylus would get himself into.

You wander into the base about 30 minutes later, dropping your bags at the door with exhaustion. "Sylus?" You call for him, walking through the halls in search of him. You naturally peeked into the kitchen, finding it empty. No dinner served, no dinner was even cooked. Weird.

Mephisto caws and soars over to perch on your shoulder to say hello.

"Mephie... where's Sylus?" You ask the mechanical crow, who preens before flapping metal wings off in the direction of its father. You follow, noticing that he's leading you to the room your daughters share.

The door is cracked open, the soft giggle of your girls resounding through your ears. Pushing the door open, you see Sylus sitting in the middle of the floor with them.

Selene is standing on a grumpy crow plush to reach the top of his head, where several messy little ponytails are in his hair. Different colored rubber bands and what seemed to be your soft faux headband you used to pull your hair back.

Sylara is sitting in front of him, playing dolls with him.

"Use pwaytime voi, papa." Sylara says, pouting. Sylus glances up, seeing you standing in the doorway. He sighs softly and rubs the bridge of his nose, forcing his voice into a higher pitch.

"Gurl, I told youuuu... these shoes wouldn't fitttuh." He says in an exaggerated girl voice as he fiddled with the shoes of the doll, which didn't fit. Sylara giggles at his voice, Selene as well from behind him.

You smile at him and lean in the doorway, Mephisto going over to perch on Sylus' shoulder and pick at the small ponytails his eldest daughter wove into his silver hair. How humiliating.

"Mephieee! No! Bwad birdie!" Selene whines as she tries to wave Mephisto off from Sylus' head- she believed the crow was trying to take the rubber bands from her father's hair. She worked her little fingers hard to weave those into that hair. Pesky bird.

Mephisto caws and flaps his wings at her, though not hard nor close enough to cause impact of any kind to her.

Sylus glances up towards you, silently asking for help. His red eyes looking at you with a faint look of remorse and a gentle look that said "sorry."

You can't help but laugh. The boss of Onychinus pleading you for help from his own children and mechanical crow.

"I won't be mad at you." You say, walking over and kneeling down to him. Sylara giggles and looks up at you. "Mama! Wan pway?" She nearly bounces with anticipation of you saying yes.

Sylus slumps a bit. "Don't give into her," His gaze says, but before you know it, Sylara has pushed a doll into your hands with excitement.

"But she's so cute." You return your gaze to Sylus, who just stared at you, gobsmacked. He thought you would've been upset, at least MORE upset, some kind of upset. Not accepting this. He thought he would've been whacked over the head for not cooking you dinner before you got home. But he's just... sitting there playing dolls with his youngest while his oldest continues to fight and fend off from the mechanical crow on his shoulder.

[endahouselikecarpet]

Date Everything x Reader

Things they do that annoy you

[no CW. The idea is just that everyone does irritating things weather they mean to or not, haha]

Stefan- He knows that he can be a bit of a hot head. He doesn't really snap at you or anything. What he does do is vent to you. He never means to overload you, but sometimes he gets on a roll and can't stop. When he notices how you're sort of tense looking, he knows he's gone a bit too far. He feels awful, and will most likely make you something as an apology. He would do his best to work on it, so he doesn't overwhelm you as much.

Eddie and Volt- It is canon that they will just ignore problems, no matter how bad, and pretend things aren't that bad or that nothing's wrong at all. So, if there's something like a rug by the door that you trip on, they'll apologize, but then forget about it. If you remind them, the response will be along the lines of, "Of course! I'll fix that as soon as possible. Thanks for reminding me, Livewire." It does not happen. Then, when either you or someone else actually wipes out, ending up face first on the floor, they feel awful, but also are like, "When did the rug come loose? We should have fastened that back onto the floor!" They don't mean to, but they will do this sort of thing again.

Hector- He can be sweet, but sometimes that leads him to being a bit too clingy. Like, will pop up at any vent close to where you are to check in on you.

"Hello, my love! Are you well?"

Yes, Hector, I'm alright."

"My dear! I've missed you!"

"Hector, we just talk two minutes ago in the living room."

He doesn't mean to be overbearing. He's just new to this whole relationship thing and is worried he's going to lose you in some way. He will work on it, as well as naturally relaxing into things the longer you're together.

Penelope- She's a very busy person. This sometimes bleeds over into your stuff too. She's constantly trying to organize and reorganize things in order to keep track of things better (or simply because she can't sit still). There's plenty of times where you can just let her do her thing, but eventually you'll have to put your foot down and tell her she isn't allowed to move things without your permission or at least letting you know about it. You spent who knows how long looking for your keys because she decided they were better somewhere else. She is very apologetic, and does work on not handling certain things unless she knows you're alright with it.

Prissy- She is a very happy person. That's a good thing. The problem comes when she doesn't know how to understand not everyone is at 100% all the time. There are times where you have to get her to understand that, yes, you are feeling tired and, no, you don't need to get up and jump around or something to shake it off. You just want to sit down. She would do her best to work on seeing how you're feeling, but still gets excitable. It's just her personality.

Cabrizzio- He's a major flirt; everyone knows this. The problem comes with the fact that he doesn't know how to turn that off sometimes. An example being if you're trying to decide a color for something and you ask his opinion. He'll respond with something like, "Nothing could compare to the color of your eyes, my love." Like, thanks, but that doesn't help. Will try to work on it. Won't stop flirting, but will work on giving an actual answer along with the flirting.

Scandalabra- When he's focusing on something, he has a habit of slowly blowing air from his mouth almost like when you blow out a candle. This wouldn't be any bother if it weren't for the fact that the little split in his teeth make him sound like a tea kettle when he does it. You'll be sitting there and the hear, "eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee *soft inhale* eeeeeeeeeeeeeeee *soft inhale* eeeeeeeeeee-"

If he knows it bothers you, he'll do it on purpose just because he can. He repents of nothing.

[elryuse]

Appreciate it if you can make yandere Lynn. There's almost no one that write anything about her yet. So I'll appreciate it if you can make one.

Thank you

Miscalculations

Yandere Lynn X Male Reader

Tags : Obsessed, Obsession, Dark Romance, Regrets, Thriller, Crazy In Love, Pain, Toxic Relationship Words : 5,541 Words

Hope You Like It. More TripleS Members To Come In The Future..

You met her on a rainy evening in late autumn, the kind of night where the wind carried more than just fallen leaves—it carried fate.

You were working your shift at a modest little bookstore café tucked in between a pharmacy and a flower shop. Business was slow that night. The rain had kept most people indoors, and the few who had wandered in did so only for shelter. You had just finished wiping down the counter when she walked in—drenched, radiant, and utterly out of place. Her long black hair clung to her shoulders, her pale skin gleaming under the amber café lights, and her violet eyes scanned the place with a regal sort of disinterest before they landed on you. She didn’t smile. She didn��t need to. Her presence alone was commanding, electric.

You remember fumbling your words as she asked for a cappuccino. Her voice was like glass—smooth, clear, but brittle in a way that hinted she could shatter you without trying. You couldn’t stop staring. She caught you, of course, and for the first time, a small smile tugged at her lips. "You're cute when you’re nervous," she said. That was all it took.

Her name was Lynn.

After that night, she came back almost every day. Sometimes she’d bring a book, sometimes not. Sometimes she’d stay for hours, sometimes just minutes. But she always found a reason to talk to you. You’d try to act cool, trying not to show how much your heart raced when she leaned in close, her perfume—a faint mix of vanilla and smoke—filling your lungs. You didn’t know how or why someone like her would even look at you. You weren’t special. You weren’t rich or popular. You didn’t have sharp features or a silver tongue. You were just… you.

But she chose you. One night, out of nowhere, she asked if you wanted to go for a walk after work. You said yes, obviously, and that night became the first of many. You held hands under streetlamps, kissed beneath umbrellas, and whispered about dreams and fears like the world outside didn’t exist. When she finally said, “Be mine,” you nearly cried.

You fell hard. Harder than you ever expected to.

At first, it was magic. Being with Lynn made you feel like you were living someone else's life—someone luckier, someone worth something. She would laugh at your bad jokes, tug on your sleeves when she wanted your attention, fall asleep on your chest during lazy afternoons. You would have done anything for her. And in a way, you did.

But as the months passed, things began to change—quietly at first, like a shift in the wind before the storm arrives.

Lynn stopped holding your hand in public. She stopped replying to your texts right away. When you asked if she was okay, she’d roll her eyes and mutter, “Don’t be so clingy.” You tried not to take it personally. Maybe she was stressed. Maybe she just needed space. But the space kept growing—wider, colder, darker.

You started noticing things you didn’t want to believe.

She’d come home late, sometimes not at all. Her scent would be different—different perfumes, different colognes lingering faintly in the air. When you asked where she’d been, she’d scoff and say, “Out. Do you have a problem with that?” You didn’t want to fight. So you bit your tongue and nodded. You made excuses for her in your head, excuses your heart begged you to believe.

You tried harder. You cooked her favorite meals. Bought her gifts she never opened. Wrote her notes she never read. You even tried dressing differently, changing your hair—anything to reignite the spark. But every attempt was met with cold indifference or sharp disdain.

“Why do you always try so hard?” she said once, sneering. “It’s pathetic.”

You stopped talking about your day, afraid she'd belittle it. You stopped expressing how you felt, knowing she’d mock it. Your world had started to shrink, and Lynn stood at the center of it like a queen surrounded by ashes. You knew you were spiraling, but you were too far in. You loved her too much. Or maybe you feared being alone more than you feared being unloved.

The emotional neglect turned into something worse.

She started saying cruel things—casually, like it was a habit.

"You're so boring."

"Why do you breathe like that? It's annoying."

"You should be grateful someone like me even looks at someone like you."

You laughed them off at first, but those words stuck. They followed you into your dreams. They poisoned your self-worth. You began to believe them.

But the worst part wasn't what she said in private—it was what she said when other people were around.

Lynn loved company. Her friends, her coworkers, guys you didn’t know but who looked at her like she was a goddess. She’d invite them over, make you sit there like a trophy pet while she painted you as the fool.

“He still thinks I love him,” she’d say with a smirk, sipping wine, her legs draped over the armrest like a queen. “It’s kind of adorable. Like watching a puppy follow you around no matter how many times you kick it.”

They all laughed. They always laughed.

You did nothing. You couldn’t. What would you say? That she was lying? That she used to love you?

You kept your head down. Stayed silent. Hoping the night would end faster than the last.

You felt yourself shrinking. You couldn’t breathe when she entered the room. Every step, every word, every sigh was a landmine. You walked on eggshells, hoping you wouldn’t trigger something worse.

You wanted to leave. You wanted to scream. You wanted to die.

The thought came quietly one night—slipping into your mind like a whisper: Would anyone care if you disappeared?

You didn’t even flinch at the thought.

Then came that night. The night everything changed.

You were at a party—one of her usual high-class get-togethers where everyone dressed in black and talked like they were better than you. Lynn was seated across the room, laughing with her friends, surrounded by people who adored her.

You stood alone, drink untouched in your hand, watching her.

You weren’t even listening—until her voice rose above the others.

“Y/n still thinks he means something to me,” she said, giggling. “God, I could cheat in front of him and he’d probably apologize.”

Someone asked, “Why don’t you just break up with him?”

Lynn tilted her head, smiled, and said, “Because it’s fun.”

That was the moment you snapped.

Something inside you finally broke free. The pain, the humiliation, the years of trying—it all erupted in your chest like a storm. You couldn’t cry. You couldn’t even breathe. You just knew you couldn’t keep living like this.

When Lynn stood up and left the table, presumably to take a call or find some quiet, you followed her out without thinking. Your heart pounded in your chest like a war drum. Your throat burned. You rehearsed the words in your head: It’s over. I’m done. I can’t do this anymore.

You found her near the street, standing by a lamppost, typing something on her phone.

“Lynn,” you called out, your voice shaking.

She turned, annoyed. “What?”

“I want to break up,” you said. The words felt heavier than any you’d ever spoken.

She laughed. A cold, hollow thing. “Excuse me?”

“I’m done,” you said, this time more firmly. “I can’t take it anymore. You treat me like garbage. You don’t love me. And I—I don’t even know who I am when I’m with you. I just want to be free.”

Her eyes darkened. “You think I care?”

Then she took a step toward you.

But that was when it happened.

A flash of headlights. A roar of an engine. A speeding truck.

You saw it. She didn’t.

It was coming too fast. Too close.

You didn’t think. You just moved.

You lunged, grabbing her by the waist and pushing her hard out of the way.

Then came the impact.

Your body collided with the truck’s grill. The sound was monstrous—bones cracking, metal crunching, flesh tearing. Your body hit the pavement like a rag doll, blood instantly pooling beneath your skull.

You couldn’t move.

You couldn’t feel.

But you could hear.

“No. No. Y/n—Y/n!!”

It was Lynn’s voice.

She was kneeling beside you, her trembling hands cupping your face, now soaked in blood. Her violet eyes—once so cold—were wide with horror.

“Oh my God, no. No no no no please—HELP! SOMEONE PLEASE!”

Tears streamed down her cheeks as she pressed her forehead to yours, sobbing uncontrollably. She called your name again and again, each time more desperate than the last.

“I didn’t mean it. I didn’t mean any of it,” she cried, her voice breaking. “You stupid idiot, why would you do that—why would you save me?!”

You could barely see her. Your vision was fading, the world turning dark around the edges.

Still, you smiled.

“I… I didn’t want you to get hurt,” you whispered, voice faint.

She grabbed your hand. Held it tightly.

“I’m sorry—I’m so sorry, please don’t die, please—I’ll change, I swear—I’ll fix everything—just don’t leave me…”

You closed your eyes.

Her cries were the last thing you heard.

There was blood under her fingernails, dried into a dark rust color that flaked when she clenched her trembling hands. It stained the sleeves of her blouse, smeared across her collarbone, and soaked the knees of her jeans where she had fallen beside your motionless body. She hadn’t even noticed how much of it there was until she was inside the back of the ambulance, and the paramedic tried to pry her away from you. She refused. Her fingers curled tightly around your limp hand, refusing to let go, as if her touch could anchor your soul to your broken body. She barely noticed the chaos—the scream of the siren, the blur of the night speeding past, the rapid voices of the medical team trying to stabilize you. Her ears buzzed like a television on static, and the only thing that broke through the noise was the growing, agonizing truth: You weren’t responding.

"Stay with me," she whispered, her voice hoarse and shaking, barely audible over the shrieking sirens. "Y/n… please… don’t you dare die on me. Please. Please." Her knees were pulled to her chest as she sat beside your stretcher, her body trembling uncontrollably. The air inside the ambulance felt suffocating, and she couldn’t tell if it was from the panic or the scent of blood clinging to everything. You looked so pale. Unnaturally pale. There was blood pooling from the gash on your temple, running down the side of your face like tears. Your lips were slightly parted, but no words came. Not even a groan. You hadn’t opened your eyes since the accident. You hadn’t moved since you saved her.

And that was what shattered her most.

You saved her. Even after everything.

Her eyes refused to blink, afraid that if she closed them, you’d vanish—that you’d slip into that final silence and never return. Her stomach twisted into knots. Every thud of her heart was heavier than the last. Her grip on your hand never loosened, even as your fingers remained cold, unresponsive. She could barely recognize you like this. You were always so full of life. Always moving, fidgeting, smiling awkwardly, saying the dumbest things just to make her laugh. Now you looked like a fragile, broken thing barely holding on. Like a puppet with its strings severed.

A flash of memory slammed into her like a bullet to the chest.

She remembered the first time she met you. It was a rainy night. The kind of rain that soaked everything in seconds, cold and harsh. She had just been rejected from a modeling audition she thought she would breeze through, and everything in her felt heavy—bitter, angry, disappointed. She ducked into that tiny café bookstore to get out of the rain, hoping for something warm. You were behind the counter, quietly reading a paperback, your glasses slipping down the bridge of your nose. You looked up, startled by her entrance. She was dripping wet, a little breathless, and clearly not in the mood. You looked like you were about to faint. Your hands shook slightly as you fumbled to greet her, stammering about the weather and offering a hot drink on the house.

She’d been amused. You were awkward. Shy. So different from the arrogant, sharp-mouthed men she was used to. You blushed when she thanked you. Your eyes avoided hers unless she caught you, and then you’d glance away like you’d been caught doing something wrong. She remembered thinking you were… harmless. Maybe even sweet. When she told you she liked extra cinnamon, you remembered. Every time she came back—because she did come back—you remembered every little detail. You didn’t try to impress her. You didn’t pretend to be someone else. You were simply kind. And slowly, without knowing how or when, she fell.

She fell first.

But that wasn’t the part that hurt now.

What hurt was remembering how quickly she let that love rot.

It started with her friends. They teased her when they saw pictures of you. Mocked how “plain” you were. "He looks like the type who apologizes after sneezing too loud," one of them said, cackling. "You can do better." "What does he even do for a living again? Oh… right." Their words burrowed under her skin. At first, she brushed them off, laughed it away. But they kept coming. And eventually, she started to look at you through their eyes—not the boy who made her laugh until she cried, but the boy who couldn’t afford to take her to Michelin-starred restaurants. Not the boy who held her hand when she was anxious, but the one who wore the same hoodie three days in a row. She hated herself for it, but the seed had been planted. She began to wonder if she deserved more. If maybe she was settling. If maybe—just maybe—she had made a mistake.

And once that thought entered her heart, everything changed.

She began treating you differently. Pulling away. Ignoring your messages. She knew it hurt you. She could see it in your eyes, every time she brushed you off. But you never stopped trying. You still brought her food when she skipped meals. Still asked how her day was. Still kissed her goodnight even when she turned her back on you. You clung to the hope that the girl you loved was still in there somewhere.

And what did she do?

She mocked you. In front of friends. In public. She made jokes at your expense and watched them laugh, never realizing those words would someday be the last thing you ever heard from her. She called you weak, pathetic, spineless—and when you finally had the courage to say you wanted to leave, she scoffed.

She told you she never loved you.

And even after all of that… you still chose to die for her.

The weight of it made her vision blur.

The ambulance jerked to a stop. The back doors flung open. Paramedics rushed in, voices barking orders. Someone tried to guide her away from your stretcher, but she resisted, staggering beside you, blood-slick hands reaching out. She shouted your name as they wheeled you through double doors, your body strapped down, oxygen mask over your face. She followed as far as they’d let her—until a nurse physically stopped her at the threshold of the ER.

“Ma’am, you have to wait here. Please.”

She couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. She was shaking, drenched in rain and blood, crying so hard her ribs hurt. They sat her down in a plastic chair outside the emergency room. The hallway was white, sterile, buzzing with fluorescent lights. Everything felt too bright. Too cold.

Hours passed.

She didn’t move.

She couldn’t.

Her hands were clasped in front of her face like she was praying, though she didn’t believe in anything anymore. She kept staring at the floor, replaying your last words over and over in her head—“I didn’t want you to get hurt.” The kindest thing anyone had ever said to her. And she’d heard it with blood pouring out of your mouth.

When the doctor finally came through those doors, she stood on legs that nearly gave out beneath her. Her stomach twisted, heart ready to collapse under its own weight.

“Y/n L/n?” the doctor asked gently.

Lynn nodded wordlessly.

“He’s in stable condition. He suffered a concussion, a few broken ribs, and lacerations to the scalp and chest. We’re keeping him under observation for now. He’s sedated but stable. He’ll make it.”

The breath that escaped her felt like it had been locked in her lungs for years.

She fell back into the chair, covering her face with both hands as the sobs returned, raw and uncontrolled. Her shoulders shook as she cried. It wasn’t elegant or quiet. It was ugly. Broken. Real.

He was alive.

You were alive.

She was allowed into your room once they moved you to intensive care. The hospital lights were dim. Machines beeped softly beside you, monitoring every breath, every beat. Your head was bandaged. Your body covered in wires and gauze. You looked like a ghost of the boy she once knew—except now, she could see the truth.

You had always been the strong one.

Not the richest. Not the boldest. But the one who stayed. The one who chose love over pride, even when it hurt. Even when she tried to push you away. You were bleeding out on an empty road because you still believed she was worth saving.

She pulled the chair beside your bed and sat down, her hands gently cradling yours.

“I’m so sorry,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “I don’t know how I became this person. I don’t know when I started hurting you. Maybe it was when I started listening to people who didn’t matter. Maybe it was when I started believing that love had to look perfect to be real.”

She leaned forward, resting her forehead gently against the back of your hand.

“You were always there for me. Even when I didn’t deserve it. And I made you feel like you were nothing. But you were everything, Y/n. You are everything.”

She sniffled, wiping her eyes with her sleeve.

“I know you might not forgive me. You shouldn’t. But if you wake up… if you still remember me… I’ll spend every single day making up for this. I’ll never walk away again. I’ll never let go again. Just please…”

Her voice cracked.

“Please come back.”

And for the rest of the night, she stayed there, curled beside your bed like a sinner at an altar. She didn’t sleep. She didn’t leave. Her arms never once left yours.

Because losing you—even just the possibility of it—was the most terrifying thing she had ever faced.

A soft groan escaped your lips as the brightness stung your eyes—pristine, white hospital lights casting their sterile glow across the clean room. The ceiling came into focus first, then the beeping of a nearby monitor made itself known, slow and steady, tracking your heartbeat like a quiet reminder that you were still alive. As you tried to move, you noticed a weight, warm and still, resting near your right arm. You turned slowly, your vision sharpening—and there she was.

Lynn.

She was asleep on the side of your bed, her body slouched forward, arms wrapped gently around your arm as if she had anchored herself there, afraid to let go. Her clothes were wrinkled, stained faintly with dried blood—your blood. Her hand trembled even in sleep, her expression twisted in unease, brows furrowed like she had been locked in a silent, sleepless battle all night. You could see it—her guilt written in the way her jaw clenched even as she rested, the dark shadows beneath her eyes telling you that she hadn't slept at all.

You didn’t want to wake her. For a moment, you just watched her, your heart conflicted between the pain she caused and the pain she now carried.

But even the smallest shift of the mattress beneath you was enough to wake her. As though your soul had whispered to hers.

Her eyes snapped open, bloodshot and dazed, but when she saw you awake—really awake—her breath hitched, and she immediately rose. Without hesitation, she leaned forward and pulled you into her arms. Her embrace wasn’t soft—it was desperate. Her body trembled against yours, her grip firm, clinging, as though letting you go would mean losing you all over again.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, over and over again. “I’m so, so sorry. I was stupid. Reckless. I didn’t mean it. I didn’t think it would ever go this far—” Her words came out in rapid, stammering bursts. “I never wanted to hurt you. I swear. I was wrong. I didn’t know how much you meant to me until—until this—”

You held her loosely, processing her words, the weight of everything that had happened pressing into your chest like a vice. After a while, you whispered softly, “It’s okay. It’s in the past now.”

But Lynn pulled away slightly, just enough to look into your eyes, her own still brimming with tears. “When we go home… what do you want to do?” she asked, voice shaking, eyes hopeful and fragile. "I just want to do it right this time."

You paused, your heart growing heavy.

“Home?” you echoed, your voice quieter now. You looked at her with eyes that no longer held the same warmth as before. “There’s no home anymore, Lynn.”

Her breath caught in her throat. You saw the moment those words registered in her, like a dagger sinking deep. “What… what do you mean?”

“I’m done,” you said. “We’re done.”

She froze. Then her face twisted—shocked, broken. “No… No, please, don’t say that. Please don’t—please,” she whispered, her voice splintering like glass. “I know I messed up. I know I made you feel like you weren’t enough. But I was wrong. You were always enough. You were always more than I deserved. Please… don’t leave me. Don’t end us. I can fix this. I’ll change. I swear, I’ll change.”

But it was too late.

You were already hurt—your body wrapped in bandages, your chest still aching, but more than that… it was your heart that bore the deepest wound. You had given her everything—your time, your love, your loyalty—even when she started slipping away, even when she entertained others, even when her gaze lingered on the fantasy of someone “better.”

And now?

Now that the illusion had shattered, now that she saw the reality of losing you—she regretted it all. She remembered how you first met. You were just a simple guy, working part-time, trying your best to live honestly. She was the one who chased after you first, not the other way around. Back then, it was her heart that fluttered, her lips that smiled too much when you were around. She fell first. And she fell hard.

But slowly… her world crept in.

Her friends would laugh and ask why she was with someone like you. You weren’t rich, you didn’t drive a fancy car, you didn’t have connections or expensive taste. You weren’t flashy. You were just you. They told her she could do better. That she deserved better. Someone hotter, someone more refined. And over time, that whisper turned into belief. She started to drift, thinking that maybe they were right.

But they weren’t. And she knew that now. Now that she had nearly lost you.

Lynn collapsed into tears at your bedside, hands grasping yours so tightly it hurt. “Please don’t leave me,” she pleaded. “I’ll be better. I swear. Just give me one more chance—please…”

But you didn’t answer.

You just looked away.

Even now, she didn't know… that it was no longer about her begging or your forgiveness. It was about something that had broken deep inside you—something that couldn’t be patched back with sweet words or tearful apologies.

But Lynn wasn’t going to let go—not this time. Something had snapped inside her, and it wasn’t grief.

It was obsession.

She wouldn’t make the same mistake again.

And if anyone dared to come between you and her now… they would learn exactly what happens when a once-cold heart burns with terrifying love.

This wasn’t over.

Not for her.

Time Skip – Two Months Later

The air felt different now. Lighter, freer. The days no longer felt like a punishment, and the nights were no longer suffocating. You had finally started to move on. Life, with all its mess and hurt, had given you a second chance. The incident was behind you, the wounds had healed—both the ones on your body and the deeper ones that scarred your heart. You took up jogging again, found comfort in new routines, and even began laughing with friends without feeling like you were betraying some memory. And most surprisingly, you found someone new. She was kind, understanding, patient—everything you needed. She didn't pressure you. She simply stayed by your side, gently showing you what it meant to feel loved again.

But for Lynn… things were far from over.

Her apartment had become a shrine of sorts—obsessive, suffocating, disturbing. Every wall, every surface, every inch of space bore traces of you. Printed photos of your smile, the old hoodie you forgot in her closet, even voice recordings from old phone calls played softly in the background like some twisted lullaby. Her eyes had grown dark with exhaustion and obsession. Her hair messy, her skin pale from staying inside for too long. She barely left the house, except for one reason—one purpose.

To see you.

She would follow you from a distance, hidden beneath a hoodie or behind a tinted car window. Watching you. Waiting. Her heart ached at the sight of you smiling, of you seeming… happy. But that ache quickly turned into something bitter and ugly the moment she saw you with her. That girl. That stranger who dared to touch what used to be hers.

At first, Lynn just watched. But the longer she saw you walking with this girl, holding her hand, laughing the way you used to with her, the more twisted her thoughts became. Her hands would tighten into fists in her sleeves, her teeth clenched so hard her jaw ached. One night, she followed the girl. She memorized her routine. Where she lived. What coffee she liked. How she wore her hair when she was tired. Every detail. It wasn't enough to simply observe. She needed to know everything.

And with every discovery, the rage grew.

Her mind fractured deeper each night. Screams echoed inside her skull—shouts of those who wronged her. The friends who made her question her love for you? Gone. Just like that. No one had heard from them. No one asked anymore. But Lynn remembered. She remembered everything they said. Every whisper that you weren’t good enough. Every sneer that convinced her she deserved better. She remembered their laughter… and now, she remembered their screams. A faint smile tugged at her lips as she sat on the floor of her living room, the bloodstained sweater she once borrowed from you clutched to her chest.

A pool of red trickled through her memories, just as the soundtrack of her guilt and pleasure played on loop.

Giggles escaped her lips as she stared at the flickering candle beside your picture. “You’ll come back to me,” she whispered, stroking your photo lovingly, her fingers leaving red smudges across the glass. “They can’t have you. Not her. Not anyone.”

She lay down on the bed, wrapping herself in your scent, curling up with the worn pillow that once belonged to you. Her phone screen glowed dimly, showing the latest photo she took—of you and that girl, walking side by side under a golden sunset.

Lynn's voice broke into quiet laughter, shaky and hollow, as her fingers danced across the screen. “It’s okay… You’ll see. You’ll understand soon.” Her eyes welled with tears—not from sorrow, but longing. Desperation.

“I’ll get you back,” she whispered, pressing the photo to her lips. “Even if I have to burn the whole world down.”

And then one night—it happened.

You were lounging on the couch when your phone buzzed. Chaewon was calling. You smiled to yourself and answered, expecting to hear her sweet voice.

But all you got… was static.

Then a faint, low giggle.

Your heart sank.

And then, the voice you hoped you’d never hear again slithered through the speaker.

“Miss me?” Lynn cooed, giggling like a child with a secret.

You froze. “Where’s Chaewon?”

“Oh, she’s here with me,” she said in a singsong voice. “She’s a bit tied up right now.”

Panic surged through your chest. You stood up, pacing.

“What did you do to her? Lynn—what the hell did you do?”

“If you want your little girlfriend to still have a face by tomorrow,” she said coldly, her tone shifting, eyes no doubt narrowing through the phone, “you’ll come to the address I’m about to send you. Don’t be late.”

There was a pause.

And then, with a low chuckle: “You don’t want your girl to be beaten up… right?”

The call ended.

And your blood ran cold.

You didn’t hesitate. You got in your car and drove like hell to the address she sent. It was a remote, abandoned warehouse on the edge of town—one that hadn’t been in use for years. The moment you stepped inside, you saw her. Chaewon. Tied to a chair, blindfolded, her mouth gagged, bruises already forming along her cheek. You bolted toward her—relief mixed with horror—arms reaching out to help.

But then everything went black.

Pain exploded across the side of your head.

You collapsed, the cold concrete floor hitting your cheek as your vision blurred.

You must’ve been out for minutes. Maybe longer.

When your eyes fluttered open again, the first thing you saw was her.

Lynn.

Squatting right in front of you.

Her face was almost unrecognizable now—simpler makeup, pale skin, blood on her lip. Her hair was messy, tangled like it hadn’t been brushed in days. But it was her eyes that chilled you. They were no longer the eyes of the girl you once loved. They were sharp, vacant, and manic.

She smiled wide, tilting her head with a sick kind of joy.

“Hi,” she whispered sweetly. “Long time no see.”

Then she giggled. And the sound of it felt like knives behind your ribs

Lynn tilted her head, that haunting smile never leaving her lips. The blood on her cheek had dried, leaving a crimson trail that made her look almost inhuman—like a ghost of a love long lost, now twisted and cruel.

“I’ll make this simple,” she said softly, dragging the tip of the metal bat across the floor with a screech. “Be with me again… and I’ll let your sweet Chaewon go. Safe. Untouched. I promise.” Then her smile dropped. “But—if you refuse… if you dare to choose her over me—” her voice cracked, eyes twitching with fury, “then I’ll kill you both. Slowly.”

You stared at her, heart pounding in your chest. Every breath felt like a thousand needles pushing into your lungs. Chaewon whimpered behind you, her mouth tied with duct tape, her wrists shaking against the restraints. Her cheeks were stained with tears, and though blindfolded, her body screamed of terror.

Your lips trembled. “Lynn… this is insane.”

She leaned in closer. “Pick,” she whispered. “Now.”

You looked at Chaewon. The girl who made you smile again. Who gave you a reason to live. She didn’t deserve this. None of this. She was just a victim—collateral in Lynn’s broken fantasy. And suddenly it hit you like a train—if you truly loved her, you'd protect her. Even if it meant destroying yourself in the process.

You clenched your jaw. "Fine. I’ll be with you."

Chaewon shook her head violently, screaming behind the tape, as if pleading with you not to do it. But you turned your gaze away, because seeing her like that—so broken, so scared—was already killing you.

Lynn’s eyes widened in surprise, her lips curling into a trembling smile. “Really?” she asked. “You’re not lying, are you? You’re not saying that just to save her?” You slowly nodded. “Just let her go.”

There was a silence. Heavy. Suffocating.

Then Lynn threw the bat aside with a metallic clang and ran toward you—arms wide like a child meeting her lover after years of absence. She threw herself into your arms, hugging you like she never wanted to let go again. Her breath was erratic. Her hands trembled. But her voice—soft and trembling—was almost childlike.

“I knew it… I knew you’d come back to me.”

You didn't respond. You couldn’t. Your eyes locked on Chaewon as Lynn buried her face into your neck, giggling softly to herself.

You had chosen. Not for love. But for sacrifice.

And Lynn?

She had finally gotten what she always wanted.

[strawberrynightmere]

You Are Good [Rumi x Witch! Reader]

Warning⚠️: canon divergence (like a lot), messed up timeline, there was only one bed scene, witch reader, female reader, awkward first meeting, etc.

A/n: Honestly this turned out fine.

After such a long day of work, you were glad to come back to your nice little apartment and rest. Just as soon as you sat on the couch, the lights went out and shortly came back again.

"What the?" You looked out the window to see a purple wave going over the whole city. A groan leaves your lips as you unwillingly get up and walk out the door.

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"Was that you?" Rumi is startled when she notices your presence behind her. Even though your question wasn't accusing or fearful, Rumi didn't know how to answer.

"You hunters sure have incredible voices, considering yours made a small power outage." Rumi's stomach dropped. How did you know she was a hunter? She wouldn't be surprised that you recognized her as an idol, but a hunter?

"And you're a demon too? Hopefully, this isn't a self-destructive job for you."

The patterns!!!

Rumi forgot to cover them!

She was in full panic and you needed to calm her down.

"Wow! Wow... uh...! Alright, I get it! I came on too hard! Please let me try again."

Well, she stopped hyperventilating, so that might be your chance.

"Ehem! I am [Name] and I'm a witch who studies demons!" You stretched your hand out to her. Rumi looked between you and your hand.

When a moment passed by and nothing happened, you pulled away. "I- I'll leave! I'm making you uncomfortable- "

"No!" And the trance Rumi was under broke and she grabbed your arm. A moment goes by, neither of you says a word, Rumi just stares into your eyes.

"Would you like to come in for tea...?" You break the silence asking another question, awkwardly, and Rumi nods.

And just like that, not only did Rumi come into your life, but Huntr/x as a whole too.

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"Saja Boys? Really?" You asked, almost laughing at the name of a demon boy band Rumi was complaining about. "Just like your group name, it's a little bit on the nose."

"Don't compare us to them!" Zoey sat up from a lying position on your couch. "They're evil! Hot, but evil!" You just nod and pour them cups of tea.

It has been a few months since you met Rumi and it was weird, like in a way that something was changed.

You ended up meeting Zoey and Mira too. Also ended up helping Rumi gain the courage to tell them she was half demon, but that took a month of practice and casting some higher self-esteem spel for Rumi.

And now they're in your apartment complaining about these demons that formed a boy band that has been causing them trouble.

"So are you guys staying here for tonight? Just so Bobby doesn't freak out, like last time."

Mira and Zoey shared a look and then both shot Rumi one too, meanwhile, Rumi looked a bit panicked, and red.

"I can't stay tonight, I've got synchronized swimming club." -Mira, it was always a new excuse.

"Sorry, can't, gotta water my secret dog." -Zoey, this was the third time this week she used that excuse.

"Uh... Rumi?" You turn the flustered girl.

To that Mira and Zoey both said: "She's free!" In unison before leaving. Pretty sure you saw Zoey give Rumi a thumbs up.

So it was just the two of you.

"I'm starting to think she's overwatering that dog."

Rumi catches herself from bursting into laughter at your comment. Hunched over shoulders shaking, hands covering her face. You also let out a little laugh and patted Rumi's back.

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It was the witching hour, but neither of you was asleep, you both just lay in your bed, don't get flustered, it's not the first time you shared your bed with her.

"[Name]?"

"What is it, Ru?"

"Do you remember when I asked you if there's a way to get rid of my patterns?"

How could you forget, it was the first thing she asked you when you two first met. You had to explain to her that it was impossible to do, more so that, if possible, it would also be dangerous.

You answered with a prolonged 'yes', not being sure in which direction this conversation was going.

"But then you helped me accept myself..."

Right, right, right! All because 'Golden' sounded like a self-acceptance song to you.

Rumi pulled down her sleeve to show the now shining patterns.

"My whole life I thought... if I get rid of these patterns... I'd... I'd atone..." To something that wasn't her fault. You take her hand in yours as you stare into each other's eyes.

"Rumi..."

She turns to you only to be confused by your completely serious expression.

"There is a blue tiger through the window."

She looks at the window, and true to your words, Derpy was on the other side with his paw resting on the glass.

An awkward smile stretched across her face as she slowly turned back to you, whose expression didn't waver.

"Care to explain?"

"Heheh... he's a real sweetheart."

"Yeah, I trust you on that one."

A/n: Hope you enjoyed it!

[b33zlebubz]

cw: blood & violence & sexual undertones

The first OP with you goes smooth. Smooth enough for Simon to question why Price didn’t bring someone like you on board to begin with. You fit right in; a medic with speed that's almost as deadly as your tongue, with the way you return Soap’s banter like you were made to do so.

I'll take her, L.t., if ye won't bite, Johnny had teased with a wink. Ghost can’t quite determine why it irritates him, but it does.

The second mission goes even smoother.

He keeps his distance. Keeps communication to a minimum outside of professionality even when he feels your eyes linger like you want to say something, but never do.

It's your third OP with the team that something finally goes awry.

A third consecutive firefight breaks out as everyone is trying to make it back to the safehouse—mission botched and aborted. Price got separated, relaying the situation to Laswell through the comms. Exhausted men lead to sloppy work and therefore, Gaz takes a fall. A bad one. Price gets a rock through the palm by the time he finally makes it to the safehouse and Soap, soaked from the rain with a twisted ankle.

By the time Ghost leaves the room he and Price had been debriefing in for the last hour, the sun has set and the smell of blood fills the air. Soap’s is Earthy. The same bloodtype as Simon before he turned, and tastes like licking a rock. Price’s is deep, rich. A rarity splattered against the rotted wood of the barn they’ve taken shelter in. Gaz’s is metallic like stream water. Distinctively B-negative.

And then there’s yours. Saccharine. Sweet. Thick on the air. Wafting in waves tangling with the smell of distress that’s every bit as tempting as it is concerning, and he suddenly understands why that bloodthirsty bastard marked up your wrists and neck like he had. Territorial prick.

You’re bleeding, perched on a bench in the corner with a lantern where you treated Soap just a moment ago. Fist clenched, shaking; coated in thick, congealed blood that drips to the floor. A deep bullet graze gone hidden and unnoticed, now about to get stitched up by your other unsteady hand.

Simon swallows back any impulsive thoughts. Bites his fangs into his tongue to reel himself back in.

“Red,” he says, voice just a little rough, and it makes you jump. Eyes wide when you whip around, face a few shades paler than the norm—like he was the last person you expected to hear your bitten curses and pained grunts. It's the first time he's seen you anything but put-together.

That something he thought was long dead and gone warms over in his chest. Worry, he thinks. Care.

He gestures to your wound, “shouldn’t be doin’ that yourself.”

You sigh tiredly. Wipe sweat and tears from your eyes. Voice clipped when it comes out, strained. ”Didn't-....didn't mean to bother you."

Wordlessly, he steps forwards. Careful, like he’s wary he might scare you away again. The sweet smell gets stronger as he approaches. Sits in front of you, takes your arm gently in his hands.

“You don’t have—”

“It’s still our job to look after each other, yeah?” he murmurs, looking up to meet your gaze. “Don't need your blood. Still need my medic."

You soften, then. Relax in his hold. Let out a shaky breath as you study him, gaze deep into his dark eyes. There’s something new, there—something he can’t quite read. Something sadder, softer, as you nod in agreement.

“May I?” He asks, lifting your arm up a little. One of the rare blessings of his ability; that he can choose whether or not it heals or hurts. Teeth or tongue. Life and death.

You hesitate for a moment before nodding, permission.

Simon lifts his mask just a little. Brings your arm up, opens his mouth, and runs his tongue along the length of your cut. Your breath hitches at the pain of healing as the wound scabs under his tongue, feeling teeth scraping lightly against your skin.

Simon’s brow furrows, something hollow and twisted in his gut stirring to life at the taste. Lip twitching with restraint until his tongue leaves your skin and he quickly pulls his mask back down.

“There,” he says, pretending not to be effected. Pretending that your blood isn’t the best thing he ever tasted as he tugs your ripped sleeve over the newfound scar on your soft skin. “Good as new.”

Simon thinks it might be the last time anything ever goes smoothly, in your presence.

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[scarletttries]

Imagine Dennis Whitaker gushing over his new girlfriend on the walk into work only to be stopped in his tracks when Santos asks if you two are exclusive yet. 

He's used to small town dating, and is so ridiculously smitten with you, he didn't even consider that you might be seeing other people too. Suddenly it makes sense how he landed someone SO out of his league - yeah he's fine to be one of the guys you delight with your company sometimes, but he's not going to be the only guy you date. 

After twelve hours of spiraling and asking everyone who'll listen whether they think you're seeing other people (Dana says no, Langdon says yes, and Robby just tells him to get a grip) he finally crashes through your front door the second you pull it open. He looks on the edge of tears and practically throws himself into your arms as you drag him to sit on the sofa beside you and wait for him to pull himself together enough to tell you about what you imagine must have been a very challenging shift, wondering if you'd missed some catastrophe on the news. 

"I don't want to see other people! I didn't even think that was a thing until today! I just want you." Tears start as soon as the confession does, the poor, exhausted farm boy falling into your lap and looking up at you with big pleading eyes, wondering if he's making this whole situation worse with his dramatics. You're a little bit stunned as you comb his hair out of his face and try to work out what's brought this on. Unfortunately, Dennis takes your silence as just a continued chance to plead his case, thoughts spilling out quicker than his lips can keep up, "I wouldn't date you if I wasn't serious about you, and I barely even know anyone else in town, let alone half as great as you, and I know you're so much cooler than me but I think I'll be a really good husband someday and I'll always be kind to you and I just don't want you to think anything else..." He can't quite bring himself to ask if you are in fact dating anyone else as the soothing feeling of your fingers in his hair finally grounds him enough to give you a moment to reply, the warmth in your voice immediately reminding him exactly why you're all he ever wants in life, 

"I don't want to date anyone else either Dennis, I feel the same as everything you just said. I think. I missed some of it, but it all sounded good to me." You can practically taste the sigh of relief on Dennis's lips as they crash against yours, hands desperately clinging to you as a promise that he's never letting go. 

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[rubykgrant]

Imagine some point either at the safehouse, or when they're out walking through the eyepocalypse (but nothing especially horrific is happening), and Martin starts thinking out-loud about what if they could have a "normal" life again...

Martin; I mean, I know it won't ever be NORMAL-normal, but it would be nice if we could just go to a grocery store and buy ice cream without something trying to bite our heads off or turn us inside-out and set us on fire or whatever

Jon; That might be a little too optimistic, but I suppose we can always hope. Hmm, even without the monsters being a threat, we still might have trouble with regular problems. It is very possible I'm still a murder suspect, and you might be held responsible for various legal business issues from the Magnus Institute

Martin; True. Murder and spooky horrors aside, that place was an HR nightmare... maybe we could change our names. Would you like to do that?

Jon; Oh. Yes, that could work

Martin; Any preference?

Jon; I think... we'd better go with me taking yours. Martin Sims sounds too repetitive with the "in" and "im" together like that, but Jonathan Blackwood sounds very grand. Maybe a bit like I'm a character in a vampire romance novel, but most people won't know why that's ironic or inaccurate

Martin; ... wait. Wait. Did you- Jon, I was talking about us making totally fake identity names! Did you think that was me PROPOSING? Was that you saying YES!?

Jon; Well, if you'd rather not make an honest man out of me, fine, we'll change our names to- to Chester Blims and Norris Sackwood-

Martin; THE HELL AM I SACKWOOD FOR???

Jon; I swapped the first letters of our last names, it's genius, nobody will be able to crack that code. We'll just change our names, and go our separate ways...

Martin; Oh, shut UP. Yes, the first chance we get, I'll marry you, and yes, Jonathan Blackwood DOES sound better than Martin Sims, but you know damn well what I was talking about, and now you're trying to distract me, and- and, UGH, you'd better let me ask again someday, in an actually romantic way!

Jon; I might not say yes next time... now that you've spurned my affections

Martin; I hate you. I love you so much, but I hate you

[bi-panicatthedisco]

Scenes Of Our World.

Self aware twst oneshot

[hey!! Guess who got bored over the weekend? No need to guess actually, it was me. Wasn't really planning on writing more after my little series, but this idea started plaguing me. Decided to just get it into words, and out of my head lol. This isn't proofread or anything, just finished it last night. Hope you enjoy the silly idea I had! And I also hope you remember to drink some water and get some rest if it's late!]

Now as a Twisted Wonderland fan, there are certain things you can expect. Amazing story? Yes! Pretty cards? Also yes! Self aware characters? Um... Yes? Apparently???

It started with small things, little nods to the fact they're in a game. For example, a new line of dialogue here or there (mostly Idia). Or their movements appearing more fluid. Though that quickly leads to a full new vignette just appearing in the vignette tab of the stories. The name is a little off as well, "they're listening" Like geez... but you aren't gonna complain about extra character moments! Or the five gems. So obviously you click on it!

Cater: "Hey-hey trey-trey! Wanna guess what I saw on magicam?"

Trey: "Hey Cater, I was about to ask why you're sitting on my counter actually... can I assume you're not gonna get off until I ask about the magicam thing?"

Cater: "Lol, what a hurtful thing to say! Of course I'll get off right away! ...just as soon ask~"

Trey: "Hahhh, fine. What did you see Cater?"

Cater: "A new hashtag is going viral on magicam! Self aware au's! Apparently the first big post came from an account right from NRC itself haha."

Trey: "...Hey now... Y'know they're listening in right now, we have to be a bit more careful with our words. You're being pretty bold now that you're able to talk freely in front of them..."

Trey looks a little apprehensive, and you could swear he looks between you and Cater a few times, but Cater just winks, smiling at him

Cater: "C'mon Trey! Don't be so worried all the time~ it's boring to keep pretending, I'm sure they won't mind. You seem pretty chill, right player~?"

He looks directly at the screen, winking again at you. At which point the vignette ends abruptly, leaving you so confused. But hey, five extra gems!

No amount of poking around the screens and stories give any more answers to what just happened, and as soon as you click away, the vignette disappears from the list of them. It all felt like a weird dream. Until the next day at least, when another vignette pops up. This one called "this whole time"

Ruggie: "Hey there Jack, new workout routine?"

Jack: "Yeah, gotta train hard. Professor Vargas says that it's essential to have muscles to cast stronger spells! Not only that, but I saw a new workout online and wanted to try it out."

Ruggie: "Huh, guess that's tough guys for ya. No amount of muscle would ever be enough shyhehe!"

Jack: "I told you, it ain't just for muscle! I've gotta get stronger in every way to do what I have to!"

Ruggie: "Boy, you sure are zealous about this whole thing... Then again, who ain't on this campus? Ever since they showed up, people started working harder. Like guys puffing their chests out on a beach!"

Jack: "Hey... Hmph. Anyway, if I ever want to be strong enough to bring 'em here, I'll just need to keep training."

Ruggie: "I ain't sure it works like that, but eh, I don't really care. Good luck Jack! Although maybe remember to focus on your surroundings a bit more while training!"

Jack: "Wait a sec, Ruggie, what are you talking about?"

Ruggie: "I mean, they've been here this whole time shyhehe!"

Jack: "Wait, seriously!?"

Jack looks around frantically as Ruggie laughs at him, before eventually meeting your gaze and looking shocked. Then he looks embarrassed as he shakes his head. But the vignette ends abruptly again, and you receive your five gems!!! Woo!!! Maybe next time you should screenshot it though, since the record was gone as soon as the reward screen disappeared.

And like last time, everything went back to normal until the next day. When yet another vignette appears. Although you're a little sceptical since the name is "uninvited guest". Five gems are five gems!!

Floyd: "Ehhhhhh it's so borrriinnngg..."

Jade: "Whatever's the matter Floyd? You've been in a bad mood all day."

Floyd: "Sea bream and sea turtle got a chance to basically talk to them a couple days ago! And just yesterday shark sucker and sea urchin did too! When's it gonna be my turn..."

Jade: "Ah, have you truly not noticed yet? My, for someone like you not to notice something so obvious, heh."

Floyd: "What're ya talking about? Stop stalling and just say it already!"

Jade: "Well it appears we've had an uninvited guest this whole conversation, although not unwanted mind you. I'd offer them tea, but I think the screen would get in the way."

Floyd: "Huh? They're here!?"

Floyd stands up quickly from where he had been lounging on a couch, and as soon as he notices you, he rushes to the screen and grabs it while smiling, then he waves.

Floyd: "Heya player! Why didn't you say anything? Ahaha, when you get here, I'll have to squeeze ya real good for that~"

Jade: "Now now Floyd, no need to get ahead of ourselves just yet. After all, they're still on that side of the glass. For now at least~ heheheh..."

Floyd's looks like his mood was raised exponentially, and Jade looks terrifying as usual. But sadly (or thankfully) you can't see what happens next, as the screen fades to black and the vignette ends again. And hey, small wins, five gems! Yay!

Now look, by this point any reasonable person should've uninstalled the game, and probably thrown away the phone as well. But who said you're a reasonable person? Of course you come right back the next day for another vignette with a weird name, and Another Five Gems!!!! This time it's called "almost done it" and as soon as you click on it, kalim comes running up to the screen, so close it fills up basically the entire screen.

Jamil: "Kalim, don't stand so close to the screen. It's rude to them."

Kalim: "Huh? Why's that Jamil?"

Jamil: "I know you've been waiting for them to show up today, but your face is smushed against the screen. They probably can't see anything else."

Kalim: "OH! Ahaha, that makes sense! Sorry player!

Kalim turns and smiles apologetically at the screen as he takes a few steps back, while Jamil look upset.

Jamil: "Hey, don't acknowledge them so directly!"

Kalim: "What? Now why...?"

Jamil: "sigh... Based on what I've heard, the other dorms moments like this were cut off once they acknowledged them directly."

Kalim: "Oh right, sorry Jamil haha. Completely forgot about that!"

Jamil: "...Of course you did... Kalim, try not to be so absent minded next time. You nearly ended this time with them early!"

Kalim: "Yeah yeah, sorry... But hey! At least they're still here!"

Jamil: "I suppose. ...hm, what if I...? Ahem, if any ghosts are listening in to this conversation, I want them to know I'll find a way to bring them to this world fully, and we've almost done it."

Kalim: "Ghosts? Oh, wait you mean the playe-"

Jamil sighs with exasperation as Kalim looks happy, but the vignette ended right there, so you can't see what happened next. But... Ooh five more gems!!!! Yay!!!!! Let's focus on that! Not the fact the characters in your phone might be self aware.

Moving right along! The next day comes with a new vignette named "Joueur Injoignable", and another five gems! Yay! Even though you know you should be getting pretty dang concerned by now, who are you to say no to five gems? And besides that, fun character moments that are only slightly concerning!

Rook: "Ah Monsieur Pommette, it appears our friend behind the glass has paid us a visit at last! If only the roi du poison was here to join us in our moment of joy!"

Epel: "Gah Rook!? Why're you in mah room!? Ahem, ah dagnabbit, sorry... But seriously, why are you here?!"

Rook: "My dear Monsieur Pommette, as soon as I saw the first signs of our darling Joueur Injoignable, I knew I had to share such beauté with you!"

Epel: "Wait a second, they're here right now?! Rook! You can't just spring stuff like this onto me without even a warnin'!!! Geez, I'm lucky Vil ain't here to chew me out for talkin' like this is front of them..."

Rook: "now now, don't be so disheartened! We have been given a lovely opportunity to say whatever we wish to them! Isn't that beautiful?"

Epel: "...I question your idea of beautiful, but fine. It's nice to finally talk to ya! Well I can't exactly hear if you're saying anything back... But at least I can say what I want! And I wanted to invite you to my families farm, when Vil and the others finally finish whatever they're workin' on!"

Rook: "I would also like to extend an invitation to them, a visit to one of my families villas! There's a woods behind it, so I can teach you how to hunt, if you don't already know. Then I can hunt with you~!"

Epel: "You're taking them... Hunting? Really?"

Rook: "Oui, of course! There's no easier way to learn more about a person than witness them in such a exhilarating atmosphere! Ah, to see the tension in their movements, and how their eyes will widen with shock when..."

Epel: "Rook why do you have that look on your face? You're making it seem like you're gonna hunt them!"

Rook: "Well if they would be agreeable to it, I would enjoy a game of hide and seek with them~"

Epel: "Rook no! You're gonna scare the player away!"

Thankfully for you, the vignette ended right there (If it isn't obvious, Rook scares me a little haha). in any case, you received your five gems, along with a lingering feeling of being watched. Lovely... And worth it.

And like clockwork now, as soon as you log into twisted wonderland the next day, you see the new vignette show up, this time named "to you IRL!" and based on the trend, you can correctly guess it's ignihyde time!

Idia: "...Gahhh... Why's premo dropping a new single today...? Maybe I have time to listen to it before they show up? Huh? Oh dang, out of snacks lol. Life sux... Time to brave the outside world and- who am I kidding? Just gonna msg Ortho lolol."

Idia is spinning around on his gaming chair, seemingly not having noticed you yet as he messages Ortho at the speed of sound. Who shows up surprisingly quickly with a bag of (healthy) chips, and fruit juice. Gotta take care of his big brother!

Ortho: "Hey Idia, came as soon as I received your message! Really though, you've gotta start going out to get your own snacks again!"

Idia: "The last time I did that, I got mistaken as a mad scientist spirit! And thnx btw."

Ortho shakes his head before turning around to leave, only to notice the screen, finally.

Ortho: "Brother!! Why didn't you tell me they were already here!?"

Idia, already pulling his headphones back on with a chip in his mouth, but freezing at those words: "what did u just say?"

Ortho: "sigh Brother, I've begged you to not talk while eating."

Idia: "They're already here!?! No no no no... I didn't have prep time! I thought it'd be later today! Why's there a sudden quick time event!??"

Ortho: "Please calm down, they're still here."

Idia: "Gahhh, don't remind me! How long have they been here..."

Ortho: "We can worry about that later! C'mon, you had something you wanted to say the them when they showed up, didn't you?"

Idia: "Why're you putting me on the spot like this?! This is torture... F-fine, let me just pull up the tts I made of it earlier..."

Idia takes his tablet, and holds it close to the screen. Out of it, you can hear his voice.

Tablet Idia: "Hey there player! Bet you feel pretty lucky to have the characters you love talk to you IRL! All it took was a little messing around with your screen. It wasn't perfect, since it keeps cutting out. But hey, you win some you lose some. Gg's and stuff. N E way, if you want some even better news, we've all been working on a way to get you here heh, mostly me since I'm the smartest out of all these noobs by far-"

The vignette cuts off yet again, and you're left confused. Like geez Idia, what was THAT? And pls stop calling other people noobs... In better news though, five gems!!! And you've actually got enough for a full one pull! So excited for that sweet sweet R card! (Sorry lol)

In any case, despite your better judgement (or maybe because of it lol). You still logged on the next day. You tell yourself it's to find out what's happening, and to figure out how they're self aware. But really it's for those five gems, you're not tricking anyone! This time it's name is "a welcome gift".

Silver: "Sebek, father wanted to know if you were prepared for tomorrow. Malleus is already at the mirror chamber setting everything up."

Sebek: "Don't doubt me Silver! I've been preparing the room my liege requested for them!"

Silver: "That's good, they'll need a place to stay. I've been keeping father company so he doesn't make welcome snacks."

Sebek shivers, shaking his head as he hangs a sword on the wall next to a picture of Malleus.

Sebek: "Good, I don't want to imagine what... Unique food he'd make."

Silver: "Yeah. Speaking of unique though, are you certain they need so many swords? Maybe they would like different sorts of weapons as well. Like a battle axe? Or a spear? It's best to let them pick the sword on their own. Also... Please take down the portrait of Malleus. ...Is that the one from your room?"

Sebek: "I WILL NOT! EVERY GOOD ROOM IN THIS DORM SHOULD HAVE A PORTRAIT OF HIM! Hmph! And yes, it's a welcome gift. They should be proud! But you might have a point about the sword thing. I'll ask Lilia if I can get some of the weapons from the storage room."

Silver: "Okay, I need to be getting back to father now. I fear he told me to check on you simply for the chance to make snacks unsupervised..."

Sebek: "That's a good idea. We don't need them getting poisoned on their first day here."

Silver sighs as he heads to the door, only to start in surprise when he sees the screen there, having been there for awhile without their notice. Then he smiles calmly, shaking his head.

Silver: "Ah, goodness! How long have you been there?"

Sebek: "Who are you talking to Silv-! THE PLAYER IS HERE!? What an extreme oversight on my part to not have noticed them sooner!! PLAYER! WHAT WEAPONS DO YOU PREFER?"

Unfortunately for you (and Sebeks plight), that's the moment the vignette fades to black and you receive your FIVE GEMS! WOO! WORKING TOWARDS ANOTHER R CARD! But seriously, it is slightly concerning. I mean, the characters you care about, being real? How awful! Pfft- haha.

Yeah, obviously you're gonna log on the next day. Only to be met with an automatic scene as soon as you get past the title. You don't even get the login bonus! For shame. Grim is sitting on a chair in ramshackle, rocking back and forth anxiously as he looks around. Before noticing you pretty quickly.

Grim: "Mrah... Why do I gotta be the one to do this...? Gah! They're already here!"

He jumps off his seat, grabbing the screen with a surprised and slightly annoyed expression.

Grim: "Took ya long enough! I thought I was gonna die of boredom before you showed up! Hmph... Anyways, those stupid housewardens asked me to bring you to the mirror chamber. And normally the great Grim wouldn't do something for them, but since they asked so nicely (and gave him egregious amounts of tuna) I've decided to help them out!"

He starts carrying the screen with him, walking quickly to the mirror chamber. Giving you a (very shakey) view of the campus.

Grim: "I mean, I wanna meet you in person too, but... Well obviously you're still gonna spend a lotta time with me even once you're here, right? Yeah! After all, who could ignore the great Grim! Myahaha! Since I'm super nice, you can be my henchhuman too! Just don't spend too much time with everyone else. Bosses orders!"

Grim sounds worried, but quickly shakes his head (and the screen even more) putting on a faux confidence as he eventually enters the mirror chamber. All the overblot gang are standing there, a solemn air to the room.

Riddle: "You're here, and you brought the players screen I see. Very good."

Leona: "I still don't like that we needed the fuzz ball for this."

Azul: "Now Leona, this isn't the time for arguing. Let's simply focus on the task ahead of us~"

Leona: "Hmph, as if I need You to tell me that. Damn cephalopunk."

Jamil: "Can you not? I for one need to focus on casting my end of the spell."

Vil: "Yes, that's correct. Goodness, to think you'd be so uncivilized even in this situation."

Idia: "I hate this... Why's the tension so high rn...? This is why I prefer virtual..."

Malleus: "Silence! Let us begin quickly. Grim, set the players screen in front of the dark mirror."

Riddle: "...Since when were you in charge?"

Grim walks over to the dark mirror, grumbling about how he doesn't like taking orders from people, before setting the screen down in front of it. You're no longer able to see any of them, only the dark mist swirling underneath the surface of the glass. Slowly that mist turns brighter and brighter until your entire screen is a swirling white, like a polished marble. You can hear a crack, and see one forming in your screen. But before you can properly react, your vision goes completely white.

Next thing you know, you're standing in the mirror chamber. Surrounded by the overblotters plus Grim, who look a little shocked that you're actually there. But that shock passes as one of them walks towards you. Smiling proudly.

"I've been waiting for this moment for awhile, it's good to meet you, player."

[stereopticons]

On This Day in Schitt's Creek: July 22

2019

[Podfic] yes, there is a chain and no, you're not on it [david/patrick, T, podfic] by @godoflaundrybaskets

Patrick and Stevie's text chain.

give me one good movie kiss and I'll be alright [david/patrick, G, 716] by imbrokelyn99

It's pouring rain and David is dancing around the store and lip-syncing to "Nobody" by Mitski. Patrick loves him so, so much.

Leave Your Mark on My Heart [david/patrick, E, 3,388] by imbrokelyn99

David thought it was a trick of the mind, at first. It was light and subtle, an almost-perfect beige circle staining the creamy expanse of Patrick’s muscular-looking forearm. After their meeting came to its disastrously quiet death, Patrick handed David his business card and David got a second look. It could be a bruise, he thought. Could bruises look like that? Maybe if they were healing. Or it could be a wood-stain; this new and perplexing person seemed like the type to like pedestrian, hands-on hobbies like wood-working. or Patrick has a birthmark and David absolutely adores it.

Opening Night [david/sebastien, E, 1,674] by anonymous

Sebastien has his first show at Rose Gallery and there's some smut.

The Last Rose Video [david/patrick, M, 48,361] by @distractivate

Patrick Brewer is the owner of the last Rose Video in the world in the tiny town of Schitt's Creek. His life and his business are turned upside down when David Rose is sent by his father to close the store for good. A temporary truce and a growing attraction have the potential to forever alter the future of the store and the men involved.

True North [david/patrick, E, 4,687] by @stargatewars

David has a panic attack about Rose Apothecary's future. Patrick is there to comfort him, in every way he needs.

Wood [david/patrick, M, 350] by @sloganeeer

“You know what gift I’m supposed to give you for our five year anniversary?” - This is year 5.

Iron [david/patrick, T, 769] by @sloganeeer

David poured Marcy more sangria, letting the chunks of plum and apple—from his own trees!—fall into her glass. Stevie was on her way back with more beer and ice, and Alexis promised she’d bring Charlotte after a nap, but for now, it was just David and his mother-in-law. - This is year 6.

Wool [david/patrick, M, 1,157] by @sloganeeer

David’s anniversary present was hidden in Patrick’s gym bag—wrapped in gold paper, then again in plastic, just to be sure no gym bag smells could penetrate. He was pretty sure David had already found it; his husband had been staring at him with soft smiles when he thought Patrick wasn’t looking. (Patrick was always looking.) - This is year 7.

Bronze [david/patrick, G, 765] by @sloganeeer

“In conclusion,” she said, clicking over to the last slide. It was a surprisingly good Photoshop of David and Patrick’s heads on a pap pic of Harry Styles and random guy friend out in the streets of LA. “That is why you two should take off the entire month of August, enjoy LA and each other, and leave the store to me.” Patrick clapped. David grabbed his hands and stopped him. - This is year 8.

Pottery [david/patrick, G, 998] by @sloganeeer

It was a good idea. Patrick worked Saturday mornings, then the two of them took a drive out to Elmdale to check on the second store. David alternated his mornings off with sleep and the gym, but then Alexis texted him and asked if he’d like to play parent for Charlotte’s Pottery with Parents summer camp. - This is year 9.

2020

I Just Want You For My Own [david/patrick, E, 4,638] by @asoftplacetoland

With profits up and spirits high, David decides to throw a holiday cocktail party for their vendors and Stevie convinces Patrick to give David a Christmas gift just a little bit early.

There is a light that never goes out [david/patrick, G, 2,790] by upbeat

After closing up the night of their opening launch, David and Patrick order takeout and talk about marriage.

try and grab the spotlight (a dollop of fame) [ted/alexis, G, 2,992] by earnmysong

Lennox greets Alexis at dismissal on the Monday of a week that’s going to be truly heinous, work-wise, with: “Mommy, I have a surprise for you! [...] We’re doing Hamilton for Theater Arts, and I’m Eliza!” Otherwise known as: Alexis watches her daughter become, like, the greatest star! [Post-Series]

2021

a hope for hospitality [gen, T, 719] by unholymessofagirl

Leslie Knope and Stevie Budd meet at a hospitality conference

A Room With a Boo [ronnie/the florist, T, 3,674] by @januarium

Ronnie and her florist go on a road trip and encounter some strange things. Or One haunted bed and breakfast that wasn't, and five perfectly normal places to stay that were.

Choosing So Carefully [stevie/ruth, E, 7,117] by @sarahlevys

Stevie can't remember looking at Ruth without wanting her, without aching for her company. She looks at her hands, turning them over in the air, and tries to remember a time that they didn't feel empty whenever she wasn't touching Ruth. Hasn't she been craving the sound of Ruth's voice for all of her life? And then she fucks it up.

Fifty [david/patrick, G, 5,522] by @lisamc-21

This is my 50th fic! I wanted to do something special so I'm turning it into a big, fun mega fic of 50 prompts over 50 chapters. Each chapter will have varying lengths, heat levels, tones (fluffy, angsty, feelingsy, smutty or all of the above), and relationship stages. All feature David and Patrick and have or assume a happily ever after. For each chapter, I'll indicate the individual prompt (chapter title), rating and pertinent tags in the beginning notes on that chapter. I hope to post about ~2 a week, depending on their length. I also made a spreadsheet where I'll add details as I write/post each one for anyone who wants to check things at a glance. This spreadsheet lists the five categories I have (10 prompts per category) and all of the prompts in case you want to check out what's to come.

Friend of the Family [stevie/alexis, E, 7,834] by @petrodobreva

Alexis is on a beach vacation with her family...and Stevie...with whom she's had a friends-who-occasionally-hook-up situation for a while. As if her mom wasn't already enough to worry about.

Getting the Message [stevie/twyla, T, 3,522 + podfic] by @hullomoon @rhetoricalk @treepyful

Ever since they were teenagers, Stevie and Twyla have kept each other informed on the basics of their dating lives - who, where, and when.

i'll make your legs shake, you make me go crazy [stevie/twyla, E, 8,579] by singsongsung

On Monday afternoon, Stevie walks into the café, desperate for coffee that isn’t from the ancient motel coffeemaker and also possibly desperate for the sweetness in Twyla’s eyes when she looks up to see Stevie coming in – and finds Alexis across the counter from Twyla, talking with her hands, holding all of Twyla’s attention. Season 1 AU.

Push the Boundaries of the Unknown [stevie & ronnie, G, 3,338 + podfic] by @neelyo67 @reginahalliwell

Stevie figures she can trust Ronnie. She actually cried in front of her when asking for time off to plan Maureen’s funeral, and Ronnie hadn’t even made fun of her. Stevie knows Ronnie came out like thirty years ago; it might be good to get some perspective on things from someone who’s been around awhile. Ronnie will hate it if Stevie puts it that way; she is definitely going to put it that way when they have lunch. OR Stevie and Ronnie work together at Powell’s City of Books. A lunchtime conversation helps Stevie work through some things she’s been thinking about.

tryin' so hard not to get caught up [stevie/heather, T, 6,910] by @paradigmsofbrittaperry

When David asks Stevie to join him on a merchandise run, the last thing she expects is to meet a beautiful, intriguing goat farmer, much less for that meeting to lead to anything of note. And yet, that is exactly what happens.

Vampires Are People Too!: Season 1 [david/patrick, M, 59,088] by @petrodobreva

Patrick Brewer is just like any other small town high schooler—hungry, busy, tired, and full of existential dread. He's in a funk and there's no end in sight. Until a family with a mysterious past comes to town. It's a teen vampire AU!

2022

Blind Date [david/patrick, G, 1,581] by @jamilas-pen

Patrick and David have been set up on a blind date for a new feature in a local newspaper, and have very different feelings in the run up.

Blood Lust [david/patrick, E, 1,839] by @goodiecornbread

Patrick opened his eyes, blinking rapidly; the disoriented haze lifting slowly. Off to his side was the man Patrick was meant to kill. The vampire.

Butterflies of the bandage variety [david/patrick, T, 983, CW: self-harm] by Anon_writes17

David has a panic attack in the middle of the night and tries to cope without waking Patrick.

kept like an oath [david/patrick, G, 726] by unrealcityunrealheart

After Patrick's not-surprise birthday party, he and David talk.

Movie Night Was a Mistake [stevie & david, T, 1,767] by WildCherryPie

"How does this town even have a video rental place? I didn't know they existed anymore. This is doing nothing to disprove my theory that this town exists in some kind of pocket dimension where time stopped in 1992." "We have like two TV channels," Stevie said, blowing dust off a DVD case. "You can only tip so many cows before cow tipping starts to lose its charm." "Even if cable somehow passed you by, which I'm not surprised, streaming is a thing!" She waved a dusty handful of DVDs at him. "Look, I have a theme." David accepted the handful. "Nightmare in the Corn. Nightmare from Beyond the Corn. It Came From the Cornfield."

something special [david/patrick, E, 1,880] by @twwings

It was Patrick’s idea, initially. Patrick clings to that fact, like he clings to David’s hands, like he clings to the hard, unrelenting sensation of the man behind him, fucking him. This is what he wanted. And now he’s getting it, and he loves it. The part that fascinates him, and devastates him, and makes him want to spread his legs even wider, is: David loves it too.

2024

The greater Elm Fair [stevie/ruth, E, 1,431] by @mammameesh

Stevie takes Ruth to the Fair and then back to Stevie's apartment for sexy times...

Stats

No fanworks for 2017, 2018, or 2023 2019: 11 fanworks (10 fics, 1 podfic)/62,922 words 2020: 3 fics/10,420 words 2021: 10 fanworks (8 fics, 2 fic/podfic combos)/106,303 words 2022: 6 fics/8,776 words 2024: 1 fic/1,431 words Total: 31 fanworks (28 fics, 1 podfic, 2 fic/podfic combos)/189,852 words

[silverynight]

The heart of the barbarian King

<---Previous

Chapter 21

After a couple of hours, Katsuki has to leave again because the Chisaki situation hasn't been completely resolved yet.

"If they decide to imprison him, then we should try to go to the city to see that witch of yours again," All Might suggests, watching as Eri keeps coloring something in her new notebook in the living room. "Otherwise, you will never be free."

Even if that happens, Izuku thinks, glancing at the very happy pup he's decided to take care of, it's not like he wants to leave this place anyway.

"It's okay."

Toshinori sighs, throwing the omega a very kind smile before putting a hand on his shoulder.

"Even if you rather stay your whole life here, you should have the freedom to choose. That's why it's important for us to break the curse, so you can always have a choice like everyone else, even if yours is to stay with young Bakugo and have a family with him."

Izuku smiles back at his mentor, glad he has someone who cares so much about his wellbeing.

"You're right. After Chisaki's trial, we could try to talk to Uraraka again."

After a few minutes, Izuku decides to help Eri with her drawings; he has experience since he's been drawing in his own journals for a couple of years now.

"Now you should add Dynamight a few scales here," the omega mumbles, smiling fondly as the pup tries her best at drawing a huge dragon.

"But how do I make him look big?" Eri pouts. "The notebook is so small."

"You could add a few shapes as reference," Izuku explains, pointing at a blank space in the page. "Maybe a few small trees next to Dynamight or a very tiny version of yourself."

Eri beams at the idea and nods enthusiastically before grabbing even more colors. Izuku kneels next to her to keep watching until they all hear several knocks at the door.

When All Might opens the door, he smiles politely and moves away before letting prince Todoroki in.

"Youg Todoroki," he says. "It's a pleasure to see you again. Are you going to stay for the trial?"

"Yes," the prince nods before scaning the room and finding Izuku already looking at him; he smiles from ear to ear.

However, before even saying 'Hi' to Izuku, he keels next to Eri and hands her a very expensive bracelet with a few gemstones on it.

"For me?" The pup grins, fascinated with the colors of the stones.

"Yes, it's all yours now," Todoroki nods, smiling gently at the little one in return.

"Todoroki!" Izuku blurts out, a bit alarmed at the bracelet once he realizes it's also made of gold. "You really didn't have to!"

"I wanted to."

Before the omega can say they can't take such an expensive gift from him, Eri turns around and sweetly ask the omega to help her put it on.

Izuku can't say 'No' to that.

Todoroki glances at the necklace the omega is wearing, the one that belonged to Katsuki's mother, and narrows his eyes before looking up again and smiling at him.

"I brought a hairclip for you, Midoriya."

The omega is about to protest because that also looks quite expensive, but before he can utter a word, Eri takes the clip and offers to put him on the omega's hair.

Izuku can help but smile at his pup.

"Of course, sweetie."

Toshinori watches the whole exchange with a little bit of suspicion in his narrowed eyes, but he only says this:

"I don't think young Bakugo will like that, considering you're an alpha too," he says to Todoroki bluntly.

The prince doesn't look surprised or bothered in the slightest.

"I just wanted to give my friend and his pup something beautiful," the alpha mumbles, looking like he's determined.

All Might sighs.

"Alright," he says, a bit amused this time. "Just don't forget I did warn you."

Todoroki just nods before turning around to sit next to Eri and Izuku, who are still working on the pup's drawing.

***

It doesn't take that long for Eri to get tired enough to fall asleep with her head on the notebook. Izuku smiles fondly before pushing her head away and giving her a kiss on the forehead.

"I'll come back after I leave Eri in her bedroom," the omega mumbles, looking at the two alphas sitting at the table in front of each other; he knows his mentor has been saying a couple of things to Todoroki, but he has no idea what exactly.

They both nod and Izuku walks upstairs carefully, carrying his pup in his arms. He loves Eri a lot, but he'd also like to have a few more pups; he knows she'd like to have a couple of siblings.

The omega blushes at his own thoughts, he hasn't gotten mated to Katsuki yet or asked him what he thinks about having his own pups and he's already imagining a family with him.

After making sure she's comfortable and has her notebook and her colors on her little table in the middle of the room, Izuku comes back down the stairs.

Todoroki smiles at him as the omega sits next to All Might.

"Do you really need to go to the city again?" The prince blurts out, looking a bit excited about the whole thing already.

Toshinori shakes his head slightly, but he seems amused nonetheless.

"Oh... yeah," Izuku mumbles, a bit confused. "I need to see a witch..."

"Uraraka?"

"Yes!" The omega grins. "Do you know her?"

"She's a very good friend of mine," Todoroki assures him, looking quite pleased with himself. "She's the one who provides me with the potion to change my appearance."

It makes sense, when Izuku met her he was very impressed with everything she had in her little store; it seems she's a very talented witch after all.

He really hopes she had enough time to find something to solve the omega's problem.

"I can take you there," the prince offers. "I know you have to be with someone who was born as a barbarian to get out without triggering the curse so we can invite some of your friends too."

Izuku thinks about Eri; he doesn't know if he's ready to leave her here, even if it's just a couple of days. He didn't even thought about that when he was talking to All Might early in the day, but it seemed like the trip wasn't going to take place anytime soon anyway.

"You can bring Eri too," the prince adds, almost like he's reading his mind.

Izuku has been there, but he's not sure if that city really is a safe place for a pup.

"I don't want to risk Eri."

"My knights and I will make sure she's always safe," Todoroki assures him, taking Izuku's hand in both of his. "Besides, that city has never had any major issues with bandits or villains; if we stick together we'll be fine."

It doesn't sound like a bad idea.

"I still want to wait after Chisaki's trial," he says after a while. "Besides, I need to talk to Kacchan about this first. I'd like him to go with me this time."

Todorki grimaces at the mention of the barbarian King, but he nods eventually.

"As you wish."

***

Eri wakes up again after a while, hungry and with a lot of energy. The omega makes her something to eat while Todoroki shows the pup his sword, and both of them go outside with All Might in order to give her a few swordfighting lessons.

Izuku doesn't worry that much because Toshinori is an excellent mentor, and he'd never allow Eri to touch a real weapon because she's not actually ready for it.

The omega peaks through the window and watches them trying to get the pup to stand in an appropriate way to hold a sword that he can't help smile fondly at the scene and then go back to kitchen to cook a little bit more food for everyone.

They have a nice slightly early dinner, and while Toshinori volunteers to wash the dishes, Izuku and Eri decide to keep working on the pup's drawings.

The prince doesn't know much about that, so he just stares at them with curiosity and asks a few questions every now and then.

After a while, the omega starts wondering why the alpha hasn't left; he looks like he's a bit tired, so it'd probably be better if he went back to the house he's temporarily staying with his knights.

All Might probably thinks the same because he has mentioned to the prince a couple of times that it's getting late.

Izuku is about to send Eri to her bedroom so she can have a full-night sleep when he hears someone at the door.

He doesn't know how, but he's certain it's Katsuki, and he rushes to the entrance to open the door almost immediately.

The barbarian King looks tired, but the moment his eyes meet Izuku's it's like a sudden burst of energy hits his body, and his scent changes immediately into something more sweet and alluring to the omega in front of him.

The alpha pulls Izuku into his arms, and they kiss outside like they haven't seen each other in years instead of hours.

With each day that passes, Izuku is more and more convinced that the alpha holding him is the one for him.

Since they need to breathe, Katsuki reluctantly pulls away from him for a few seconds before chasing his lips yet again.

However, this time they get interrupted by Todoroki's voice.

"Who is that, Midoriya?"

As the omega pulls away from Katsuki to answer the prince, the blond alpha growls and tightens his grip around Izuku even more.

"What's half and half doing here?" He growls, finally stepping inside the house with an arm around the omega's waist; he's really careful even though Izuku's wound doesn't bother him that much anymore.

"I decided to pay a visit to my friend," Todoroki explains, looking completely calm despite having the barbarian King narrowing his eyes at him. "But now it's time for me to see my knights. It was a pleasure to see you, Midoriya."

"Thank you for everything, Todoroki!" Izuku smiles, ignoring Katsuki's frown.

After the prince leaves, the omega gives his alpha a couple of kisses all over the face until he relaxes. Izuku has no idea why he seems to despise Todoroki so much.

It seems like something clicks in Katsuki's mind because he narrows his eyes again as soon as he notices the new clip on Izuku's hair and the pretty bracelet on Eri's wrist.

"Did he...?"

"Yes, it was a really nice friendship gift," Izuku admits, before giving the alpha another kiss.

The King doesn't seem really happy about that, but pulls him even closer.

"Relax at least for a minute, Kacchan," the omega giggles, noticing that the physical affection is already working.

"Fine!" He says, trying to look grumpy but betraying himself by smiling at Izuku fondly after he nuzzles against the omega's freckled cheek.

"Kacchan, Kacchan!" Eri's voice comes from the living room, prompting the blond alpha's smile to become a bit wider. "Let me show you my drawings!"

"On my way, pup!"

Toshinori excuses himself, mumbling something about wanting to go to bed a little bit earlier than he uses to, and leaves the three of them alone to spend time together.

Katsuki spends at least an hour kneeling next to Eri, listening and nodding to everything the pup says to him about her drawings and the backstory behind each one.

Izuku gently hands the alpha a tea as he sits on the floor to listen to his pup too.

Even if the curse never breaks, he wouldn't mind spending all his days here, with the people he loves.

Katsuki must smell deep emotions in Izuku's scent because he turns to look at the omega like he adores him before giving him a kiss on the forehead.

Izuku smiles back before resting his head against his alpha's broad shoulder.

He's sure he can live happily here.

***

You can read Chapter 22, Chapter 23 and Chapter 24 on my patreon already!

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Ну-ну...

[ministarfruit]

minifemslashfeb 2024 summary - COMPLETE!!

WHAT A MONTH. and here we are, at the end of it. somehow. obligatory "congrats for surviving february" to you all. it was certainly hectic for me, but I crawl on. we all crawl on.

also, yes, my cat decided to use my tablet as a sleeping pad every single time I sat down so we were dealing with some obstacles along the way. you know how it is with cats. (she was rewarded handsomely for allowing me to use her sleeping pad to draw, don't worry.)

BUT in any case, please check out all the amazing entries this month that people have contributed to the tag: minifemslashfeb2024! I'm so happy to see so many people participating this year, definitely go take a look, there's so much epic sapphic content, we LOVE to see it!! other femslashfeb events ran this year too, so go feast. go on. lots out there to discover. wonderful world.

as always, stay awesome, stay loving, thanks for keeping me company once again.

cheers to another year ♡

[august-anon]

writing jason & tim fics makes my brain work so hard because i try to come up with a new nickname based off of "Tim" every time Jason addresses him and it's so hard, i always forget what I've used and what I haven't yet lol

[dairine-bonnet]

Seems my Heinrix's build is so good that he managed to kill tens of enemies all by himself being the last member of the party who survived. Besides, that can be a good clear explanation for why Lynette wants him to see as part of von Valancius dynasty given officially to Abelard, her officers and not only. (as if Abelard doesn't understand the main reasons, haha!)

P.S.

Based on my playthtrough:

*After eliminating Sire and other genestealers*

One of RT's officers: Lord Captain, the bridge is clear...

Lynette: Thanks to us and Heinrix especially! *muttering silently* Why do I pay all of them if one interrogator is much more effective?!

Warning: Blood and violence under the cut!

[spaghett-onaplate]

it's literally not a good idea in any way shape or form but I want to get a second job in fast food

[doom-dreaming]

how do i tell my mother that coming into my room calling me "lazybones" if i'm still in bed at any time past 7 a.m. for YEARS has done near-irreparable damage to my self-esteem and created shame about being able to just fucking relax?