#Fright Night Part II

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Like Jerry Dandridge in the first film, Regine Dandridge in Fright Night Part II transforms into a bat monster in some scenes. This was achieved as both a large puppet for closeup sequences, based on sculpts by Brian Wade, and a smaller stopmotion model (as seen in the third image) for distance shots that was animated by Justin Kohn.

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On October 5, 1989, Fright Night Part II was released on VHS in the United States.

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the secret knock II barça femení

part of the pollito universe the secret knock II barça femení

at the familiar knock you looked up, sending a nod to martina who pulled the door open to reveal a very nervous looking jana who hurried inside. "did anyone see you?" you questioned her with a raised eyebrow at the odd look on her face.

"jana." you raised both eyebrows now as the girl took a seat on the spare bed. "only ingrid! i just said we were having a game night." jana revealed as you groaned. "qué? thats what we said!" jana defended herself with a frown.

"no it was a movie night this time amiga." pina rolled her eyes as you shuffled the cards in your hand. "está bien. we all know the plan if someone comes knocking who isn't invited. everyone is here now, sí?" you looked around the room mentally taking a roll call.

ona, pina, vicky, salma, cata, jana and martina.

but you couldn't miss the look which flashed briefly across your best friends face as your eyes narrowed again. "vicky?" you called it out as her eyes flittered to yours and the moment they dropped downward you sighed.

"who did you tell?" you questioned, cata shoving her with a mumble as the younger girl smacked her back and salma stepped between them.

"kika heard me reminding cata of the password, but i said we were just watching a movie." vicky revealed as your eyes narrowed again. "you forgot?" you directed the question to the older goalkeeper who scoffed. "it changes every time! it gets confusing." cata grumbled with a roll of her eyes.

"sí idiota so we do not get caught! you know the rules, fine money. ahora!" you clicked your fingers, a frightful glare silencing the older girls protests as she shoved her hand into the pocket of her sweatpants and rummaging around as there was another knock at the door.

but considering it was a normal knock and not the password, everyone froze, a nod from you toward martina having her slowly make her way over to the door as the designated lookout for the evening, peering through the peephole.

"kika." she mouthed as you nodded for her to be let in, the new girl wincing as she loudly greeted you all and was promptly shushed, salma tugging her inside as martina peered out to make sure nobody else saw, quickly closing the door after.

"very formal for a uh, movie night?" kika looked around clearly confused as pina grinned. "not a movie night amiga, poker." pina wiggled her eyebrows as the portugese's face lit up at the news.

"do not look so happy, good luck winning with la serpiente over here." ona chuckled with a nod in your direction making you grin as kika took a seat and everyone shuffled around to make room.

"la serpiente and pollito? conflicting nicknames chica." kika teased as you laughed. "not a chicken when it comes to poker." you warned half heartedly, nodding for pina to start dealing out cards once you'd dished out everyones chips.

"mierda, again!" cata groaned, throwing her cards down with a sour look on her face and crossing her arms across her chest. "we warned you not to bet all you had left idiota." pina snickered, a squeal leaving her mouth as the goalkeeper tackled her off the bed with a thump.

"then there were two, pollito." kika smirked, cards held tightly against her sternum and out of sight. "mm, well vamos, newbies first." you gestured for her to reveal with a slight smile, only the two of you left now as everyone else had run out of chips and out of luck, the game going for close to two hours now.

however before the midfielder could even blink there was a series of short sharp knocks at the door causing all of you to fall deathly silent.

on the other side alexia, ingrid and irene stood waiting, cross armed and tapping their feet. the three had been to dinner with a few of the staff, but when they'd returned and the floor was suspiciously quiet, hackles went up.

knocks had sounded among all the doors, a few girls sleepily poking their heads out and irene apologizing quietly for waking them, alexia making her way down the other end of the hallway and humming as each door went unopened, making a list silently in her head.

ingrid suddenly remembering jana mentioning a game night had the trio arriving outside your door, alexias knuckles rapping against the door, sighing tiredly when nobody answered, knocking again and now hearing footsteps.

"hola." your head popped out with an innocent smile, body shoved into the small gap the door created as irene tried to peer over your head and take stock of who was in the room.

"qué te traes entre manos?" alexia asked, unwavered by your charming demeanour and narrowing her eyes. "movie night." you rolled your own eyes and moved aside a little to show the gaggle of girls shoved together on the bed who waved, the poker pieces hidden expertly beneath them.

"jana said game night?" ingrid piped up, raising an eyebrow as you closed the door a little more again, wedging your body into the door. "we played a game of uno, decided to watch a movie. bonding before the match!" you smiled charmingly, irene nodding and seemingly happy to accept that but alexia knew you too well.

"what movie?" alexia asked sharply. "princess diaries." "don't hear it playing?" "just finished." "no snacks?" "already ate them."

"healthy ones of course ale." you added on with a smile that didn't quite reach your eyes, alexia humming with narrowed eyes. "five minutes and everyone is back in their own rooms, i will check." your captain warned seriously, snickering sounding behind you as you gave her a salute and promptly slammed the door closed again.

"míralo!" alexia yelled with another bang against your door, irene tugging her away as ingrid headed off to her own room bidding the pair goodnight.

"que alexia? they are just being young." irene chuckled as the blondes eyes strayed back to your door. "i do not trust them. they are hiding something!" alexia huffed making her friend smile knowingly.

"you will be a great mami one day ale. but rule one? if you think they are hiding something, the more you push to try to find it out, the better they learn to hide it." irene warned, squeezing the girls shoulder and wishing her goodnight.

but still alexia couldn't rest knowing something was up.

"good game amiga, i am impressed." kika slung an arm over your shoulder, grinning and shoving her off as she ruffled your hair teasingly, of course having lost once the game resumed.

"goodnight la serpiente."

you'd all but waved everyone off, just about to step back into your own room when you caught a flicker of movement from the corner of your eye, slowly turning and eyes widening as they did.

alexia had cornered perhaps the weakest link in your chain, jana.

"jana. pequeña, la estrella, we have known each other for years. i feel like i have watched you grow up! you would not lie to me, no?" alexia asked with a soft smile, arm tightly slung over the shorter girls shoulder who faltered, just catching your eye behind alexia where you were waving madly and shaking your head.

"eh...no ale." jana shook her head but alexia noticed the obvious nerves and tension both in her face and body language, and she struck.

"so. did you really watch a movie tonight? since you would not lie to me." alexia asked with a knowing smile, and as you watched jana's face fall, you knew she was a goner.

normally bruna would be there as a buffer, to distract or delay or at very least stomp on her foot with a look, but she was in england and jana was about two shovels away from burying herself.

but as you went to turn and barricade yourself into your room, you rammed right into about the last person you wanted to see right now.

"boo!" mapi grinned, trapping you in a tight hug as you wriggled to get free. "que? no hug? oh tonto how you wound me!" the girl sighed dramatically, iron clad grip not lessening as you practically begged she let you go.

"pollito!"

you stilled at that, alexia stiff and facing you with a murderous look from the end of the hall, jana mouthing an apology with a wince and legging it back to her own room as your captain strode toward you.

you gave in with a groan, knowing now there wasn't a chance mapi would let you go, for the sake of her own nosiness and curiosity as to what you'd done now.

"so. you like to gamble?" you were instantly suspicious at the calm smile on the midfielders face as she arrived in front of you, opting not to answer. "maría dame eso." alexia pointed to the hair tie on the girls wrist who raised an eyebrow but slipped it off and handed it over none the less.

"since you like to gamble. which hand it is in?" alexia held up the hair tie before it and both her hands dissapeared behind her back. "but what does-"

"no no, you do not always know the stakes when you gamble. especially in poker! so, guess, and you will find out." her eyes warned you off complaining or speaking up again so slumping in defeat you pointed to her right hand, mapi having now let you go but still stood right behind you.

you perked up as she revealed the hair tie in her palm, but seeing the light of hope in your eyes only made alexia grin.

"muy bueno! you will give me the poker set and your playstation for the next....two weeks." alexia announced as your mouth formed a small o.

"but, but ale that isn't-"

"fair? oh but what is fair in gambling?" alexia smirked and you sighed, throwing your head back with a groan and knowing there wasn't much you could do now to get away with it.

"now go to bed, i am sure when you and your amigas are running laps before warm up tomorrow you will need all your energy to explain to them why they are, la serpiente!"

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The Biker's Tulip ☼ ୨୧

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In the Name of Love & Law ☼ ☽ ✧

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This collection follows the love story between Detective Bucky Barnes and you, one of the most notorious prosecutors in New York, working alongside the detectives of the Brooklyn homicide precinct. In the midst of navigating the chaos of your jobs, you also have to navigate the growing feelings between you and Bucky that seem to be going nowhere no matter how hard you try to ignore them...

─ ⊹ ⊱ Two Parts ⊰ ⊹ ─

A Night Of Frights and Delights ☼ ୨୧

athlete!bucky x artist!reader - college au

It's Friday the 13th and the college kids in town decided to host a weekend camping trip on the outskirts of town. Your best friend convinced you to go much to your reluctance. What could go wrong when the one guy you can't stand is also there?

Part II ♡ ☼ ✧

You and Bucky have danced around the lines you've placed ever since that weekend camping trip. Months later, when Tony Stark hosts an extravagant party, he finally makes a move to cross them.

─ ⊹ ⊱ Oneshots ⊰ ⊹ ─

One Call Away ☼

agent!bucky x journalist!reader

You’re a journalist in the late 1950s working for a gossip magazine. You write an article about the actor Steve Rogers, and his agent Bucky Barnes is not happy about it. He confronts you and offers you a deal.

In Five Years ☽

bucky x enhanced!reader

Bucky was having a hard time expressing his feelings about finally being free from the Winter Soldier program. To help him out, you suggested writing a letter to his future self and burying it in a time capsule to visit this moment again in the future. The plan was to open the time capsule five years from now. That was until Thanos showed up.

My Dearest ☼ ✧ ☽

duke!bucky x lady!reader

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Written in the Stars ☼

bucky x avenger!reader - established relationship

Your boyfriend, Bucky, takes you on a date full of surprises under the stars.

Boulevard Confessions ☼ ୨୧

40s!bucky x nurse!reader

Being a third wheel to Peggy and Steve wasn't your ideal Thursday night fun. However, when they tell you Bucky is tagging along you eagerly decide to join them. That is until a third party makes its presence known.

Sink Your Teeth In Me ♡ ☼ ୨୧

bucky x neighbor!reader

You and Bucky are supposed to attend Sam's party on Halloween. However, when you show up to his place looking like temptation itself—he gets other ideas on how to spend the night with you.

Crossroads ☽ ✧

bucky x neurosurgeon!reader

On a rainy night on your way home, fate decides to cross your path with someone who used to hold the dearest place in your heart.

Dancing Embers ☼

40s!bucky x nurse!reader

A cozy cabin, the love of your life, and the warmth of a fire. What more could you ask for on a cold winter night?

By The Warmth Of The Oven ☼ ❀

bucky x avenger!reader

You are baking cookies for the Avengers holiday party when a certain super solider comes into the kitchen tipsy for the first time...

In His Embrace ☼

agent!bucky x journalist!reader

As a new day begins and the snow cascades beyond your windows, you know there's no place you'd rather be than in his arms.

A Snow Day With You ☼

athlete!bucky x artist!reader - college au

The end of the semester has you stressing beyond belief, so Bucky decides to cheer you up by spending a snowy afternoon sledding.

─ ⊹ ⊱ Drabbles ⊰ ⊹ ─

Together ☼ ✧

bucky x wife!reader

It’s been a month since you had a baby with your husband, Bucky. On the first day he went back to work, however, you can’t get her to stop crying—that is until Bucky comes home.

Lucky Day ☼ ✧

bucky x reader - college au

Bucky, your childhood best friend, takes you to a baseball game to thank you for helping him with his chemistry class. However, between bets and kiss cams, luck seems to be the real game being played.

Tranquility ☼

bucky x avenger!reader - established relationship

On your day off from saving the world, you decide to have a date in the park with your boyfriend Bucky.

─ ⊹ ⊱ Blurbs/Moodboards ⊰ ⊹ ─

No matter when or where, Bucky will always be there at your call. ☼ ✧

Escape Room Date Moodboard ☼

Fancy Dinner Date Moodboard ☼

Planetarium Date Moodboard ☼

Aquarium Date Moodboard ☼

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Until We Meet Again ☕️

The Perfect Blend ☕️🫖🍵

Snowbound Hearts ☕️

Suds & Smiles ☕️

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

Caught in the Crossfire 🫖🍵☕️

Bringing Him Home ☕️🫖

Warmth in the Winter ☕️

Finally Home ☕️✨

Overtime ☕️✨

Simon “Ghost” Riley

Behind the Mask ☕️🫖

A Different Kind of Noise (Part 1) 🍵☕️🫖

A Quiet Storm (part 2) 🍵☕️🫖✨

Closer than You Think ☕️

CTYT Headcannons ☕️🫖

Welcome Home, Tough Guy ☕️

Sunshine & Shadow ☕️

Through the Static 🫖☕️

Blurred Lines ☕️

Christmas with the Riley’s ☕️

Would You Fall In Love With Me Again?☕️

In Sickness and In Health ☕️

Beneath the Apron ☕️

Underneath The Sun ☕️✨

The Boys

141 x pregnant reader ☕️

Rest is the Mission ☕️

König

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Rekindled Flames ☕️✨

Unveiling Shadows ☕️🫖

Silent Nights and Bright Lights ☕️

Beneath the Armor ☕️🫖

Poly 141

Spoiled ☕️🍵

Beneath the Shadows ☕️🍵🫖

Engines and Affections ☕️🍵

Haunted Nights & Cozy Frights with the 141 ☕️

Where We Belong ✨🫖☕️

After Hours ☕️🫖

Mission: Birthday Surprise ☕️

Home for the Holidays ☕️

Home is Where the Heart is ☕️

Fireworks of Love ☕️

Breaking Point 🫖☕️

Protected by Shadows ☕️

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Steve Rogers

Home Again ☕️

Our First Christmas ☕️

James “Bucky” Barnes

In the Quiet of the Night ☕️

Silent Nights, Warm Hearts ☕️

Stucky

Bound by Love and War ☕️

Loki Laufeyson

Lost in Midnight Shadows ☕️🫖

Stranger Things

Steve Harrington

Babysitting the Babysitter ☕️

Under the Mall Lights ☕️

Lost in the Stacks ☕️

A Very Harrington Christmas ☕️

Eddie Munson

More Than Enough 🍵☕️🫖✨

Safe and Sound ☕️🍵

Under the Hood ☕️

Through Thick and Thin 🫖☕️

Full Throttle Heart ☕️

The Knight and The Princess ☕️🫖

Merry and Munson ☕️

Steddie

A (Prison) Break 🍵☕️✨

Soft Hearts, Healing Hands ☕️🫖

All I Want for Christmas Is You (And You) ☕️

The Walking Dead

Rick Grimes

Deal with the Devil ☕️🫖

Daryl Dixon

Long Time Coming ☕️🫖

Lost and Found ☕️🫖

Rickyl

A New Beginning ☕️🍵✨

Harry Potter

Marauders

James Potter

Under the Oak Tree ☕️🫖

Sirius Black

Between Stars and Moons ☕️🫖

Secrets of the Astronomy Tower ☕️🫖

Remus Lupin

Between Stars and Moons ☕️🫖

Poly Marauders

Bound by Love ☕️🫖

All Wrapped Up ☕️

Slytherin Boys

Serpents’ Courtship ☕️🫖

Golden Trio

TBA

Gladiator II

Emperor Geta

The Emperor’s Gaze ☕️🫖

The Emperor’s Gaze 2 ☕️✨🍵🫖

The Emperor’s Gaze 3 ☕️✨🍵🫖

The Emperor’s Soft Spot ☕️

In The Shadows of Power ☕️🫖

In The Shadows of Power 2 ☕️🫖

Emperor Caracalla

Emperors Caracalla and Geta

Bound by affection ☕️

Bound by Affection 2 ☕️

[trumpkinhotboy]

I’ll keep an eye on you

pairing: jacob black x reader

type: not requested

genre: a bit spooky, but mostly fluffy and comforting vibes

warnings: mention of blood and being chased after (but nothing too intense)

word count: ~ 2K

requests: open! for twilight wolfpack, narnia and harry potter

a/n: honestly, i’m really excited about this fic. i think it’s very sweet and comforting :3 my brain is bubbling with so many ideas lately so expect new pieces from me in the close future hehe. also if you have any requests feel free to message me!!

i recommend listening to a Twilight Comfort playlist while reading this. Hope you enjoyy <33

part II part III

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summary: After the reader survives an encounter with a vampire, they are still haunted by the memories of it. Luckily, they have a caring and protective friend who is always ready to ensure they feel safe and cared for, even in the middle of the night.

Wrong place, wrong time.

You squeeze your eyes shut, hoping to erase the terrible images invading your brain. For a week now, they have been omnipresent, taking up all the space in your mind. They are the center and focal point of your thoughts for days on end. As you open them again, your vision adjusts to the darkness just enough for your gaze to fall on a strange form crouched in the corner of your bedroom. You could swear it’s alive. Swear it’s stalking you.

You jump out of your bed to turn your nightlamp on. Your heart feels like it might spring out of your chest of its own accord. Your breath is short, and for a moment, you think you’ll never be able to take one that will actually get air in your system.

The menacing form in the corner turned out to be a pile of dirty clothes, but you knew that. Since that day, you feel irrational and paranoid. Everything feels like a threat, and you are now constantly looking over your shoulder, paying close attention to any suspicious sound or absence of it. You’ve talked about it with Harry Clearwater when you unexpectedly met at the Reservation one day. You did not hear him coming, and he had set his heavy hand on your shoulder to get your attention. Which resulted in a glass shattering scream for you and a bad fright for the poor man. As he invited you in for a calming cup of tea, you unloaded the weight on your shoulder to him. It felt good to talk about it, knowing you could never do so with your dad and your friends. He assured you that it unfortunately was a very normal reaction from your nervous system. You had faced the world's most dangerous predator and had survived it without a single scratch. Of course it would take some time for your traumatized brain to go back to normal. You could never take credit for the fact that you even had a chance to go back to normal, and would never attempt to do so. Knowing very well that without Paul, Jared, and Embry’s arrival, you would not have lived to talk about this encounter.

When you focus and let your mind drift off, you can live the event again, as if you were back in time. The paralyzing fear, the blood in your veins feeling like icy water. There was nothing to be done against a creature like that. You remember the horror you felt as everything became silent around you. You were headed to Emily's cabin, a simple, straightforward walk through the woods. The birds suddenly stopped singing, even the soft wind had died down. The forest knew it was in the presence of something truly horrible and had seemed to hold its breath, along with every creature. The color of its eyes was like in every legend you had been told; crimson red, like fresh blood. Not one ounce of humanity in those orbs, just a bottomless pit of cruelty and hunger. The worst thing was the pull you remember feeling for a split second toward that monster. You knew it was its sole purpose, but felt embarrassed you had fallen for it. Shivers crawled down your spine as you recalled its ethereal and hypnotizing appearance. It’s like you can hear again the faint swooshing sound it made as it sprang towards you. You remember sending out a quick prayer to literally any entity who would be listening right now, but the blow never came. Next thing you knew, three giant beasts tackled it to the ground, gnarling and dismembering it in a matter of seconds.

You open your eyes and shake your head to try and physically get those horrible memories outside of your skull. You lay back in bed, anxiously watching every corner of your room for some sign of danger. You left the light open, you knew there was no chance you could fall asleep without it. You tucked yourself back in bed and tried to calm your breathing. You tried every technique you knew, hoping sleep would grace you with its embrace, but nothing worked.

You look back at the clock after a while. 1:15 am. It was too late for you to get out of bed, and morning was still so far away. You had school the next day and knew that if you spent one more night without sleeping, you wouldn’t be able to explain to your teachers why you dozed off again in their class without them calling your father.

In a last effort, you tried thinking about reassuring and comforting things. Curiously enough, one kept coming back to mind. A giant wolf, its fur a multitude of shades of brown and red. Its eyes were sweet and reassuring, containing a particular warmth. You looked at your phone, hesitating, but remembered his voice: “If there’s absolutely anything, call me okay?”

And so you did.

Twenty minutes later, you got a text. You quietly walked to your window, glad to see Jacob’s familiar shape outside your house. He was standing next to a tree, representing for once a friendly and reassuring shadow in the night.

He spoke quietly. “Having trouble sleeping?”

You nodded, a bit ashamed to admit such an infantile fear. Although, deep inside, you knew there was nothing childish about being afraid of the monster you had been warned about as a child, once you had come face to face with it.

“Are you sure you want to do this? I'd totally understand if you'd rather not stay. I mean it's late and you need to sleep. I don't know what I was thinking…”

“Don't be ridiculous." he cut you off. "I’m already here. And once you’ve been asleep for a long time, I’ll go home and catch up on my beauty sleep, okay?”

You knew it wouldn’t take much convincing from him, there was no point in lying. You needed him. You needed the reassurance and sense of security he always brought you.

"If you're sure then… but Jake. You won't leave too soon uh?"

You heard his low chuckle in the distance.

“I promise.”

You slowly and quietly closed your window. The last thing you would want is for your father to wake up and see Jacob standing below your window. You looked back outside, only to see a giant russet wolf had replaced your tall friend. He was standing under the covers of the woods. Forks was a tranquil little city, but you could never be too careful. He gave you a quick nod, encouraging you to go back to bed. You sent him a little thumbs up before heading to your fort of blankets and pillows.

As stupid as it might have seemed, you did feel a thousand times better knowing that Jacob was right outside, watching over you like a guardian angel. To your surprise, sleep quickly came to you, and you fell into its black hole without any resistance.

//

You’re in a dark forest, running and running and running. You can’t breathe, your hands are bloody, everything hurts. All you can hear is an echoing, cold, cruel laugh. You trip over a root and fall. Something is rushing through the dark woods, coming at you. You get back up and run in the opposite direction, but it feels like you’re not getting any further, like you're running in place. You scream for help, calling out for Jacob, Paul, Embry, Jared, ANYONE, HELP ME. But no one answers, you’re alone, and you’re about to die a horrible death. You trip once more, your leg hurts like hell, there’s no point trying to get up again. You turn around to try and decipher who, what, is running after you. Suddenly, in the dark void of the night, all you can see is that horrifying pair of bloodthirsty eyes. You let out one last scream as it sinks its teeth into your skin. //

“Y/n, y/n, wake up! It’s okay I’m here, Y/n!”

You try to run out of bed but feel a strong pair of arms holding you back. The embrace is warm and smells familiar, but you’re not controlling your limbs anymore. Your whole body is in flight mode. Luckily, the thing (person?) holding you back is strong enough to withstand it, and even though you try as hard as you can to run away, your feet aren't even touching the ground anymore.

“Y/nn, Y/n, shhh. It’s okay, I’m here, it’s me. It’s Jacob.”

You focus on the reassuring tone of the voice and try to convince yourself you're not in the woods anymore. You can see your surroundings poorly illuminated by your little mushroom night light. You're in your room, you’re safe, you’re okay.

Your breathing is still fast and shallow. You blink a few times. Sometimes, the vision surrounding you is one of the cold woods. On other, it's the familiar vision of your room. You slowly turn to face your friend’s face. His brows are furrowed, and his traits have worry written on them in bold letters. He scans you, not quite letting go of your body. Too scared you might start screaming and running again.

“Jake?” “Yes, hi. Welcome back. You really scared me there Y/n.” “What- what are you doing in here? What happened?” Your tone is feeble, and you feel exhausted. You look around once more, afraid this might be some other kind of twisted and terrifying nightmare.

“Am I still dreaming?” You dare to ask. “No, you are awake. We’re in your room. You asked me to come to keep an eye on you, remember?”

You nod, still unsure. What if this was a dream inside a dream? What if the warm limbs of your friend suddenly turned ice cold? What if you looked at him and his eyes turned red, fangs slightly poking his lips?

He can see doubt dancing in your eyes. You don't trust him, or yourself. He holds up his palms towards you, trusting you won't bolt and run.

“See for yourself. I’m real, you can touch me.”

You reach a hesitating finger, carefully poking his own. Seems real enough, feels real. It's warm, the skin is wonderfully tanned, familiar. You’ve seen those hands at work a thousand times. You know them by heart. You poke his cheek, and he gives you a tender smile.

“Convinced?”

You nod once more, letting out a sigh you didn’t know you were holding, as your legs start to shake. That's the thing about dreams, isn’t it? Even if it’s only happening inside your head, your body reacts to it as if it were actually living it. You look at your hands, feeling reminiscent of the pain as if you did scorch them in the woods.

He interrupts your thoughts with a low and soft voice. “Come back in bed. I’ll tuck you in.”

He wraps your hands with his huge ones. They’re warm and feel incredibly good. You let him guide you back to your toasty blankets, but instead of leaving, he takes a spot next to you, shielding you from the window.

“What are you doing?” You ask with a timid voice. “I’m keeping an eye on you, dummy.” Your feet are poking from under the covers. You move to offer him a bit of coverage, but he declines. He is already hot enough as he is, although he can’t deny that his heart seemed to grow a size or two at the kind gesture.

You wait a minute before asking how he ended up in your room. You're not sure you want to know, but curiosity wins over embarrassment.

His expression darkens for a second before he starts talking. “I was just keeping guard outside when I heard a noise. You were calling for me… I didn’t even think, I just got in. You were twitching in your bed. I tried to calm you down, I didn't want it to wake up Charlie, but nothing would do. I was about to forcefully wake you, but you ran out of bed and woke up by yourself.”

“Oh.” You finally let after a few seconds of silence.

“Yup.”

Unconsciously, you're not sure, he took ahold of your hand and lightly played with your fingers. He finally lifted his gaze from your joined hands to look at you, all caring and reassuring. You slide in closer to him. All you want is to feel his comforting warmth and maybe offer him as much as you can too. You feel so bad for worrying him so much. He opens up his arms and cradles you in a bear hug. He won't say it out loud, but he's also in dire need of comfort.

You match your breathing to him, and for the first time in a little while, you’re not scared, not even a little bit. If only you could stay like this forever.

After a few minutes of silence, in which you almost fell asleep, you hear him whisper.

“I’m so sorry you had to go through that. I should have been there. I should have protected you. I’m so sorry, you don't even know.”

“It’s not your fault Jake.” You mumble, and realize you're telling the truth. These are more than empty words. Never has it crossed your mind that this might have been his fault.

“It partially is, if I didn’t drag you into all this you might have been far away. Safe, away from monsters most people don't even know exist."

“I chose to follow you into this Jake. I would be lying if I said this wasn't one of the most horrifying experiences of my life, but it was not your fault. Please get that idea out of your head, okay? I’ll get over it. I guess I just need some time, as Harry said.”

You feel almost fully awake again. He nods, but you know you haven't convinced him. The look on his face is one of guilt, one you've come to know more and more since you learned about his secret. He mindlessly played with a feather poking out of your duvet, avoiding your gaze. Once again, you realized how mature he looked, while still being so young. Too young to carry such heavy burdens. You wanted to hammer the idea out of his thick skull, but you knew there was nothing to do about it tonight. Jacob felt responsible for what happened to you, and convincing him of the opposite would take some time.

Your eyes focused on his tanned skin, and you suddenly became hyper-aware that he was in your bed while only wearing his jeans short.

You inched away of him. “Uhm, want a shirt? I’m sorry, I didn't even think that, since you were in your wolf form, you uh… wouldn’t have one?” You let out an awkward laugh. You were used to seeing him like this, but it was different when you were both lying in bed together in a space that felt so intimate.

“That's nice of you Y/n, but I don't think I'd actually fit into one of your shirts.” He snickers as you get up. You're still wrapped in a blanket as you forage in the pile of clothes next to your bed. You get out of it with a dark cotton t-shirt in hand. It's humongous for you, but you know it will fit Jake like a glove. Probably because it is one of his own.

“There, dummy.” You hand him the t-shirt before jumping back in bed to wrap yourself properly, like a human burrito.

He looks at the piece of clothing and then at you for a good 10 seconds. “You still have this?”

He genuinely looks surprised, but his expression seems mixed with a hint of… satisfaction?

You nod, your nose and eyes being the only part of your anatomy still out of the blankets. You still remember the day he lent you that shirt when you had been caught in the rain at La Push. You never returned it to him, loving the way the gigantic piece of clothing felt on you.

He didn't add anything else before putting the shirt on. “It smells a lot like you.” He adds, a slight tremor in his voice.

“That might be because I wear it a lot to sleep.” You shamefully admit. Your words are nothing more than a whisper, but you know he didn’t have any trouble hearing them. You pull the covers even higher, trying to hide the blush creeping on your cheeks.

“Is that so?” He's smugly smirking. No doubt anymore that he is satisfied with that new piece of information, which makes you want to crawl even further under the covers.

You mutter a quick 'dumbass' before turning away from him. He chuckled before grabbing and pulling you on his broad chest like you weighted nothing more than a feather. You and Jake have always been comfortable with physical touch, but you feel like this is special. You have never done this before. Fine the circumstances were a bit peculiar, but that did not keep you from relishing in the warmth he diffused in waves. You didn't even bother to fake protest. This, is all you need, and you will not be foolish enough to ruin the moment. He wiggles even closer, and you can feel his chest come flush with your back through the layers of blankets. He rests his chin on the crown of your head before lightly stroking the side of his full cheek on your hair.

“Little human burrito.” He mutters. His voice is barely a whisper. Its husky tone makes you shiver. “I’ll watch over you, now go back to sleep.”

[shadowyhideoutpeace]

Moon Knight Fic Recs.

LIST FULL PART 2

Fluff

Plenty of cuddles for everyone

Chamber of Reflection

Birdy

Because I'm in Love with You

Love You the Same

From Dust

Head over heels Steven Grant

the morning after

for all you give (i’ll give it back to you)

love you like the sun came out

Comfort

cuddle quota

Just a Kiss

Best day of my life

Frightful

Stargazing

Dyed Hair Disaster

Roses for The Strange Man

Coffee and Kisses

Secret Identities pt.2

Keep The Secret?

sky and stars (AO3)

clumsy

Moments - Part 2

Moon Nights

here with you

Won’t Say I’m In Love

The Tongue Thing

Dress Up

drunk

"did you bring a jacket?"

HAVING A BABY WITH OSCAR ISAAC’S CHARACTERS

Angst

Softcore

Loss

Everything

Comfort

Spare Key

Panic

Resolutions | 𝚊𝚙𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚜 | Aspiration

Smoke and Mirrors | The truth is Rarely Kind (S&M pt.2) | pt. 3

𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐬

you know it's not the same | as it was

Lioness —> Moon Knight

Old friends → moon knight

perfect strangers

Bloody Hands

Scarred

Hospital Bed Confessions

Loveless God

An Eye For An Eye

Finishing the Job

Night Owl

dlz ; jake lockley.

Opia

Homecoming

You're my emergency

Stop Dead

“i’m tired of having to pretend we hate each other.”

the break-up

Blood at the corner of your mouth

Deserve

Smut

Too Good to be True

Fit To Burst

where lust ends, and love begins

While We Untangle

Cant fight the moonlight

Keep your vigils on the road

Monday mornings

fire & desire

Where To, Miss?

Gift of Min

THANK GODS (I) | THANK GODS (II)

First-Aid

Series

Red Flags

Moonstuck (AO3)

Moonknight/Eternals Crossover *

Reverence for the moon

GHOST-BLOOD//REVENANT: MASTERPOST

Sleep With Me, Anytime

Make Your Acquaintance Masterlist

Goodbye, My Dear Stranger

My You-niverse

Full Masterlists

obnoxioussmiley's Moonknight masterlist

Bibli0thecary Moonknight masterlist

Charnelhouse Moonknight Masterlist (SMUT 18+)

Bensolosbluesaber's Moonknight Masterlist

Stormkobra-5's Moonknight Masterlist

Blurbs/HCs

Living With Steven Grant Would Include…

HC for the other moon Boys reacting to the reader saying they’re pregnant

Head cannons abt the moon boys for the soul <3

[makeupeffectsarchive]

The werewolf prosthetics worn by Jon Gries in Fright Night Part II (1988) were designed by Greg Cannom. Cannom's werewolf prosthetics were barely seen in the final film; originally a werewolf transformation sequence was planned, similar to Evil Ed's from the original film. At the last second this was cut as the 'real wolf looked too cute'.

This combined with Cannom's work on the 1987 Werewolf series being cut short by its cancellation, preventing him from realizing an ambitious werewolf transformation he had planned for it, soured his mood. 'I'm fed up with werewolves', he told Fangoria Magazine at the time.

[friday411]

The Speckled Band - Parts I and II

At Stoke Moran, something's not right. A whistle was heard in the night. An ominous omen For the desperate woman Whose sister had dropped dead from fright.

-=<+>=-

"Now what am I supposed to do? The police just don't have a clue. But a whistle at night Made my sis die of fright So that's why I'm coming to you."

-=<+>=-

"Miss Stoner, you're right to be scared. We'll come on down and be prepared To wait in the shadows For whatever follows. Just leave it to us." Holmes declared.

-=<+>=-

Grimsby Roylett his daughter did track And came to Holmes on the attack. "You'll see I'm no Joker!" (Then bent their poker) But when he leaves, Holmes just bends it back.

-=<+>=-

Thank you for reading!

[cowboyemeritus]

Could I pretty please request something?

I was thinking maybe a bit of reader or OC being totally head over heels for Secondo. But despite their deep affection for Papa II they feel like their love is unrequited. But maybe it’s not! Maybe just maybe Secondo sucks at showing his true feelings and he’s just as lost to love as reader/OC!

Btw I think your writing is fucking awesome!

Hi! Thanks so much! Sorry this took so long, I wasn’t writing over the holidays (I’m also a slow writer to begin with lmao).

Small cw for a mention of depression. It’ll make sense I promise.

Hope you enjoy!

Papa Emeritus the Second is, as the song goes, a man of wealth and taste. He has a keen eye for the finer things in life — expensive wine, designer clothes, priceless antiques, you name it. As is his right as Lucifer’s chosen (and much to the chagrin of Imperator), the man surrounds himself with opulence. He’s like a crow, collecting pretty, shiny things. People are no exception; only the most beautiful members of the Congregation make up his retinue. Those blessed by Lilith can expect a life of luxury at Papa’s side, following him from city to city, show to show, reveling in excess and vanity.

The crow and his doves. And you’re the little finch, watching from the next branch over.

You don’t mind, though. You’re comfortable in your plainness. Extravagance attracts too much attention; that kind of lifestyle, eyes constantly trained on you, would be mortifying. Certainly that’s a product of your upbringing, but try as you might, you’ve never been able to shake it. Fancy things just aren’t your style.

Does it hurt your heart, watching him shower others with attention, with gifts you know you could never accept? Of course it does. But you’ve made peace with it. You have something they’ll never have. What the beautiful ones, the chosen few, will never get to see is the other side of Secondo, the man who values a quiet morning in his library just as much as a night out in the city.

As his personal assistant, you have had the privilege of observing this version of him over the years. Though he leans into the playboy persona in public, he’s uniquely genuine with you in private. From experience you know he’s just as concerned with the spiritual wellbeing of the Congregation as he is with the tailoring of his suits. He is a work hard, play hard kind of man, and though he’s never said it, you know he values your particular brand of efficiency, color-coding and all. He enjoys dialogue, little debates over pieces of theology, and is delighted when you manage to challenge his perspective. Secondo likes his coffee with just cream, though if he’s in the mood for a treat, he’ll do just about anything for a vanilla latte.

And slowly, you’ve been teasing out the deepest parts of his being, the things that should probably stay between him and the Old One. He loves being Papa, loves leading the Congregation, but borders on stage fright when he performs with the band. He compares himself to his brothers, and though he’s loathe to admit it, his father as well. He’s always wanted children, but believes he’s too old now. All the drinking and partying and sex is just compensation, a distraction from his inner demons. It didn’t take long at all for you to see that.

And you love him anyway. Not in an “I can fix him” kind of way, but in an arms wide, eyes open kind of way. You see him for who he truly is and love him, flaws and all, in spite of that. Is it a little self-destructive? Probably. You know you could never stand as his equal, as his lover, but a scrap of his affection, even the most simple nod of approval, is worth more than all the riches in the world.

That being said, it’s unlike him to spend so much time in his office. He’s been like this all week, and now you’re starting to worry.

You need to make a move. Secondo has been watching you this whole time, his mysterious left eye seeming to glow in the dark. The scrutiny only makes it harder to concentrate, but it’s not like you were going to win anyway. You reach for your remaining knight, intending to make some desperate maneuver, but stop yourself before your fingers make contact with the piece. You sigh, hand flopping down into your lap.

“Is something the matter?” Though he speaks softly, Secondo’s voice cuts like a knife through the silence. Your face, one half already toasted by the roaring fire, flushes.

“I- No.” You’re grasping for words like they’re leaves on the wind. How can you possibly speak your mind without overstepping? “I just-“

“When you took this job,” he interjects, “we promised to never conceal or withhold information from one another.” You worry your bottom lip between your teeth, recalling that fateful morning. There was something so spellbinding about him back then, a look in his eyes that made you want to follow him anywhere, even into the lion’s den of Ministry politics. Times have changed. You can see through the miter and robes, past the allure of Papa Emeritus. He’s a whole person now, with thoughts, and feelings, and flaws, but his eyes burn with that same fire. If you could, you’d fling yourself into the blaze.

“Now, tell me, what is the matter?” You sigh, resigning yourself to whatever is about to transpire.

“I could ask you the same thing, Papa.” Secondo raises an eyebrow, bidding you continue. “It’s just-“ Suddenly you can’t meet his gaze, turning instead to the fire, mesmerized by the little swirls of flame. “You haven’t gone out at all this week. I was worried you might be…” How do you tailor this to his Boomer sensitivities? “Feeling out of sorts.”

He’s quiet for a moment. “You think that I am depressed?” Ah, so he is with it. Daring a glance over at him, you find his expression is neutral, seemingly indifferent to the accusation.

“I guess so.” You scratch the back of your head. In truth, you didn’t think you would make it this far. “But obviously I can’t- I don’t- I’m not a doctor, you know?” Heaving out a sigh, you take a moment to compose yourself. “Are you alright, Papa? It’s okay if you’re not.” You’re about to launch into a prepared speech about how he’s not alone and how help exists, but then he huffs out a short laugh. Eyeing you contemplatively, you watch as he picks up his wine glass and takes a slow, calculated sip. Your own glass has barely been touched, and for a moment, you consider pounding it.

“You are thoughtful,” he says, placing the delicate crystal back down. “That is why I wanted you to be my assistant in the first place.” You hope to Lucifer Himself that the darkness is enough to hide the color blooming on your cheeks. The corners of his mouth turn upwards into the slightest smirk. “But sometimes, you think a bit too much, my dear.” Gut twisting with anxiety, you look down at your lap.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be presumptuous.” You sigh. Fuck it. “I just wanted you to know that I care about you. That’s all.” It’s about as close as you’ll ever get to telling him how you really feel. There’s a long pause and you spend it wallowing in embarrassment, knowing you’ve made a fool of yourself.

“Well, thank you,” he finally says. “I will make a note of that.”

Secondo waits until the sound of your footsteps fades away to sink down into his chair. He lets out a long sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Idiot,” he mutters, staring at the vacant spot across from him, as if that could summon you back to his side.

Come back. I swear this time I will tell you.

His prayers go unanswered. Glancing over at the ornate grandfather clock by his desk, he notes that it’s not even past ten yet. There’s still time to make plans, to muster his clique for a night out. He knows more than a few members of the Congregation who would drop just about anything for booze and a seat on Papa’s lap. It’s a small price to pay for a little fun and the chance to get his dick wet if he’s so inclined. Eyes wandering back to the empty chair, he comes to the realization that he’s really and truly not.

Maybe you were right. This isn’t like him at all.

One by one, he puts the chess pieces back in the velvet-lined case. The set, carved from green and black stone, is practically an antique, the first impulse purchase he can remember. Certainly it would be magnitudes more expensive today than when he acquired it as a young man. He takes a moment to examine one of the pawns, turning it over between his fingers and admiring the bands in the green agate. So few of his darlings have the patience for chess, but he doesn’t really mind; it means that when he plays, it’s almost exclusively with you. Unlike the others, you can appreciate the delayed gratification of the game, of planning each of your moves while anticipating those of your opponent. With them, there’s no waiting, no anticipation, just a mad-dash to find the next dopamine hit.

It’s getting old. And in truth, he knows it’s not him they’re really after. He’s just an accessory, a means to an end. They can play pretend, humor him all night long, but he knows. The money, the drugs, the sex, the prestige of being one of the Chosen — it preoccupies their every waking hour.

“I just wanted you to know that I care about you.”

When you smile at him, he knows you mean it. He would give all of it up, every cent, to be yours for just a day.

And yet the thought of telling you as much petrifies him. Secondo is a man of action, preferring to speak through tokens and gestures. This was an effective strategy with the others, but he knows your tastes (or lack thereof). If he’s going to do this, he needs to do right by you. He had hoped that forgoing his usual nighttime activities to be with you would be a clear enough message, but it seems he miscalculated. Until he can muster up the courage to actually say how he feels, he’ll have to find another way to get his point across.

Back to the drawing board.

It’s the sound of paper crinkling that finally pulls your attention away from your paperwork. You look and wind up nearly burying your face in an explosion of tulips, a soft, pleasant aroma flooding your senses. Muted red petals with white around the edges, you recognize them immediately from Primo’s garden. Attached to the bouquet is Secondo, standing before you with a furrowed brow. He looks… nervous?

“I demand you accept this,” he says, once more thrusting the flowers in your direction. “Papal order.” You’re instantly confused. He has your birthday marked in his calendar, and it’s nowhere near close to today. Unable to stop yourself, you let out a little laugh.

“What for? It’s not a festival day today, is it?” For a moment, Secondo looks like he’s about to drop dead.

“No,” he says. “It is not.” He swallows hard, looking anywhere but at you. “I just thought you should know that I care about you as well.” He sighs. “I am not so good with words.”

Things start to make a little more sense.

You smile, taking the bouquet in your arms. Your cheeks flush a delicate pink. If Secondo died right now, he’d die a happy man.

“Thank you, Papa. They’re lovely.”

It’s a start.

[contentloadingandstuff]

About Me

Hello there!

It's been three years, so it's high time to tell you guys something about myself.

Here I go by contentloadingandstuff - just 'content' for short. I'm male, straight, born on the same day as the world famous aquarelist - the 20th of April. I have a younger sister and a cat, named Kota (she-cat in Polish, sort of). I'm studying law, but I'm unhappy with it and waiting to jump over to psychology.

I'm from Poland, the land over the Vistula, of the blooming onion, the eternal occupation/invasion joke. While Poland isn't in the top echelons of the world, I'm still proud of our history and happy to see my nation develop. I'm fluent in English, but I can also understand German on a basic level, read the cyrilic alphabet and speak a tiny bit of Japanese.

I've been playing Genshin Impact since Shinobu's release in 2.2. AR 50, did most things you could do in the game. My favorite character is and was always Ganyu. I've started writing for the game for two reasons - first, my dusty old Necro AU and the lack of male reader content in terms of fics. I'm quite happy to have this blog. You can find me under Polski_Cynamon on the Europe server.

Although my interests are very broad, my hobbies focus primarily on gaming, cultural analysis and writing. I'm a big World War II buff, but the history of warfare in general also catches my fancy. Truth be told, I could get into and talk about any topic really. Except politics - at least not on the blog. I'm not afraid to argue my points, just not here. Thanks for understanding.

Now for some quick trivia. Here are some...

Games I like: Genshin Impact (obviously), Company of Heroes 2, FnaF 1 - 6, Dungeon Keeper, Payday 2, The Forest, Witcher 3, Vermintide 2, Hotline Miami 1 & 2, Battlefield V, Helldivers 2, Warlords Battlecry 3, Dark Omen, Shadow of the Horned Rat, the Myth series, Papers Please.

Youtubers I watch: The Little Platoon, Horses, Despot of Antrim, Saveafox, TheBones5, Chickeninja42, Junkzero, ZERO, Fingees, AstralSpiff, big boss, Shrouded Hand.

Books, stories and Authors I like: "Ferdydurke", "Hauptstellung Moskau", H.P. Lovecraft, V. Suvorov, "The Red Hunger", The "Fazbear Frights" series, Tadeusz Borowski, The "Abandoned by Disney" series, "1999", "Dziady III", SCP-5000, SCP-1730, The Spiral Path.

Movies and Shows that I like: Downfall, Stalingrad (1993), Warsaw 44, Burnt by the Sun 2, The Pacific, Letters from Iwo Jima, El Alamein: La Linea Del Fuoco, Barefoot Gen, Hacksaw Ridge, The 800, Das Boot, Black Adder, Monthy Python - Holy Grail and Life of Brian, The Pianist, Asterix and Obelix: Mission Cleopathra (if you know why, you know), American Psycho, Halloween (2018 and only this part of the new thrillogy), Hellraiser I and II.

Music that I like: All over the place. Includes the remix of Perfect Girl, Freaks, Cheri Cheri Lady, Gimme Gimme Gimme, Everybody Wants to Rule the World (both og and remix), Brainiac Mainiac, Operation Blacklight, Confirmed Thrills, Another Round for Everyone, Miami Disco, The Forest: Main Theme, Friday Night Fire Night, I Really Wanna Stay At Your House, Addict, Do Prostego Człowieka - Akurat, Czerwona Zaraza, Encounter Z Mixed, Maradona - smkkpm.

DEDICATED FELINE SECTION

Behold, Kota. I got her four years ago from my uncle; her mother was a very wounded stray named Anka (Annie, yes a human name) that had four kittens - two of them died thanks to my uncle's horde of basset hounds (to quote my grandmother, they are big and heavy like swine). From there on she leads a happy life being what most cats are - spoiled, antitled and loving in her own way.

She might look cute (she is), but don't be mistaken - she's a little devil. She relentlessly hunts the feet of my sister, chewing and kicking them for fun; she generally likes to wrestle with lots of teeth, but she also fetches when she wants. My mother is the unfortunate favorite person of my cat, and as a result she is followed at all times, woken up at dawn to feed the feline and constantly pestered for raw meat or treats. Kota is quite talkative and often holds conversations with me.

Oh, and vet visits are a nightmare. She's always given gabapentine to be less of a threat to doctors when trimming her nails. She once swiped the facemask of a vet tech clean off their face, but luckily the woman was okay. So yeah - an imp, adorable, but hellish.

Now, enjoy picures of my bejbe.

I'll be adding on to this page as time goes on. But for now, it's gonna be all.

Curious about something? Don't hesitate to ask!

[ruiniel]

Remember

Fandom: Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba

Pairing: Kokushibō x fem!Reader

Count: 1.7K

Rating: Explicit🔞

On AO3

Part I - Part II - Part III - Part IV - Part V - Part VI - Part VII - Part VIII - Part IX - Part X - Part XI - Part XII

Chapter tags: POV second person, Kokushibo is bad at Feelings

XIII.

“Hisami.”

You stare up into a lavender gaze. Pale skin, framed by long, dark strands. 

Your surroundings are blurred, but the one standing so close is clear as dew, down to the very fabric of his clothing and the long black lashes fringing his shadowed eyes. 

You… Who are you? The question won’t leave your mouth. A mere spectator, trapped in a body not your own, a voice not your own. 

 “...Where are you taking your father’s swords?” 

“Please… I want you to have them.” Your grip on the cold scabbards tightens despite your words.  

“I have my own. You know this.”

Your whole body shivers and a deep, harrowing ache grinds itself deep in your chest, pierced by regret and bitterness.

So much… bitterness.

“Michikatsu…” 

Torn away, you’re falling.

A deep chasm divides you, and down below, time gushes like waters forgotten; an endless river, undisturbed, careless of both sorrow and loss. 

You cry out his name, your voice carved into the barren walls of the abyss. 

He does not turn; deep down you know he never will. And still you try, yelling until your throat is raw, until all you catch is a glimpse, a vision forming like the shattered pieces of a mirror binding together.

The stranger stood there, turned away from you. 

You retreated, fighting against the paralysis of fright. 

“Will you kill me?”

He looked over his shoulder at you. 

This is… the first time we met? 

His features were a blur then, but now, you see him. 

You up and ran, as fast as your legs could take you. Again, again. The chasm crumbles, myriads of red spider lilies sprouting from the fissures.

“But… anyway, that sword…I lost it in the debris, didn't I? It’s gone.” 

“Is it?”

That sword… 

That sword.

“Hisami.”

Your eyes snap open. Chest heaving, breaths heavy. You’re in the same chamber from last night. Slowly, you rise, pressing a hand to your face. A dream, yet another one of those entangled weavings you can make little sense of, but this time something was different. 

“... Hisami?” you murmur to the empty chamber, turning your face to the budding dawn. A foreign name, imbued with so much when uttered by the man in your dream. 

You’re alone. He disappeared the other night, leaving you burning and wanton. You prop your forehead against your bent knees. “Stupid, stupid, stupid!” Why did you do it? Why did you think this time would be different? You know what he is now, he’s never hidden his cruelty.

But neither did he hide his kindness, for what it’s worth.

The way he looked at you then under the moonlight beckoned you close, closer, but that calm refusal broke all and any pursuit. 

Maybe he does think of you as… lesser. Humans are weak, isn’t that what he said? 

But then why did you help me, why bring me here? Shaking your head, you reach for the cane. Your fingers glide over the smooth surface before you hoist yourself up. Slow and limping, you advance to the terrace, trying to discern the path to the waterfall. 

Maybe he did abandon you here after last night. Maybe you should have tried harder to rein in that need to touch him.

Once you descend the wooden stairs that creak under every step, the ground floor of the manor spreads before you—just as empty, with richly embellished fusuma panels partitioning the space.

Alone, you wander outside, beneath the tall evergreens, following an old stone path leading to the waterfall. Washing is made difficult by your physical impediment and the water is cold, but a welcome caress to your healing body. 

It all takes you so much longer than it would normally, but you make do. Tomorrow you'll be swifter. And the day after. Already the wound in your calf hurts less, the agony muted when you move.

You dress with slow movements, and afternoon is upon you by the time you return to the manor. Weak rays of sunlight kiss your face, but your thoughts are on the cold, elusive moon.

Peculiar is a word barely encompassing the way things go, here. Day after day, you’re fending on your own in this seclusion. Resting, making your slow way to explore the manor—after all, you were given no warnings. You find writings, works of beautiful poetry. It’s often that evening finds you in the same place, reading words unsigned. 

At night, you rest, sometimes you dream the same dreams that have you rise with cold sweat beading on your skin, your mind trapped inside the same circle of images. Longing. Bitterness. Loneliness. When you stir awake, you’re alone.

But some nights you find the andon lamp lit in the far corner, and nourishment placed by your side every other day. Sometimes you feel it in your beating heart that you’re not alone; but there’s no one there, no matter how often you call, or how pleading your voice becomes.

It’s on one such night that you’ve had enough, panting from a nightmare plagued by amethyst eyes turned ruby gold. “I… know you’re there.” You gain your feet, using the cane as reassurance, mostly—your wound is much better, flesh healing at a rate you never imagined possible. 

“I know… you’re there!” you repeat, louder this time. No answer. “Will you not show yourself?”

You leave the chamber, following along the empty corridor. Somewhere to the right, there is another room. Weak golden light escapes from it, into the darkness. Frowning, you approach. 

When you reach the entrance, you think your eyes may be deceiving you, at first. 

He sits at a writing table, back straight, a brush in hand. The weak light of a candle flickers in a holder, hallowing his profile. He’s not heeding your presence, and so you enter, unhindered, kneeling by the table to watch. He’s focused on the task, wrist turning in elegant, controlled motions, symbolism and meaning come alive with every brushstroke feeding the paper.

You’re intruding on more than his solitude but at the same time cannot bear your own any longer. You find it soothing: the carefully chosen balance in the characters, the bold straight lines. It reminds you of times when you’d watch old masters at this craft in your early years of adolescence. Your eyes follow the kanji being written: makoto. Truthfulness. 

The next one is just as vibrant, exhibiting a rhythm of its own as black glides over white: the kanji for kemono. Beast. The symbol enraptures in its beauty. Wild, hungry. His calligraphy is flawless. 

You watch his unchanging expression, upper and lower eyes mere slits as he focuses, then glance at the tools set on the table. Your lips part to speak. “May I grind more ink for you?...”

The demon says nothing. The brush pauses, set on the holder. 

Taking that as assent, you shift towards the small ceramic water dropper and pour a few drops onto the inkstone. Your movements are slow and deliberate—your father had taught you, long ago, that tools are to be respected as much as the artistry they yield. His gaze is on you as you take the charcoal ink stick and gently rub a few times against the inkstone, allowing the pigment to mix with the water. 

When done, you bow your head, hands curling back in your lap. 

The brush resumes its descent on the sheet of paper. You’ve learned that this art form is an aid to meditation, self-discovery and attainment of clarity. The brush is more than a tool, but a conduit between one’s inner world and its expression in the material plane.

The fact that you’re here, seeing this, did not happen on its own. He allowed it to happen. 

What is your inner world made of? You yearn to know. But more than that, you want answers for yourself.

Your gaze follows the flow of ink as new meaning forms on paper: kizuna. 

Bond.

To your greatest surprise, his hand trembles on the last stroke, rendering an imperfect finish. 

You take the chance. “There’s something you're keeping from me.”

Nothing.

“I dream.” Your voice breaks. “I dream of things I’ve never lived, places I’ve never been. Over and over again. At first, I remembered near to nothing, but the images became clearer the more time went on. Pieces of a life.” Your hands ball to fists in your lap. “There is always one constant.” You raise your gaze to his; he meets your eyes, unflinching, a crimson more intense, more scalding than the flame of the candle brushing both your figures. “You’re always in them.”

He sets the brush down, gazing long at the paper.

“Please. Ever since I’ve met you, I feel as though I’m losing myself, my sanity fraying to layers I can’t mend. You’ve told me what you are. I’ve seen what you’re capable of. But… who are you?”

A hollow smile changes his face. “You ask the wrong questions.”

You lower your head, a deep seated despair rushing to the fore. “Are they not worth some kind of answer?”

“And you’d be content with a crooked one?”

“Please, enough games, no more cryptic questions!” Your breaths are harsh, your heart leaping in your throat, but not from fear. “Don’t disappear again. Don’t leave me wondering, clawing at my own mind, alone, with your shadow always out of reach.” You’re begging, pitifully at that, but the need to know is stronger, overwhelming, crying out like the raw, primal force of the beast brought alive by his brushwork.

You jolt suddenly as your hot cheek is met with the cold touch of a finger. Close as you are, kneeling on opposite sides of the table, you’re startled and rendered silent as he wipes away a slow, errant tear. 

“Tell me... of your dreams.”

The dream scenes are the flashback from part VII, and their first meeting in part I.

Part XIV

AN:

Shodō or the 'Way of Calligraphy' is a form of artistic writing of the Japanese language. In addition to taking part in martial activities, young samurai would also be taught music, mathematics, healing arts, and calligraphy among others. The art of brush writing came to be considered an important part of spiritual training. As a samurai, Michikatsu would have been familiar and proficient in this art form.

[doodle-with-alizard]

I dont really put unrelated SAW art here but I just really wanna show my Belle art from Fight Night Part 2 because I believe she is criminally underrated.

Pixel film Study: Fright Night Part II 1988