#am i even spelling ominous right???

[banicraft]

Minecraft, But the patchnotes said "Ominous" so many times that it doesnt feel like a real word to such a point that i could be easily convinced that Jeb Underscore himself invented the word

[slu7formen]

MDNI. luke x fem!reader

you and Luke end up stuck in the same motel room on a mission, but as he tries his best to stay as far away from you as possible, he ends up with you sitting on his lap and moaning his name.

warnings: enemies to lovers (?, reader’s godly parent is not mentioned, CLASSIC share-the-same-bed prompt, cussing, clothed s3x, pet names, teasing, kinda virgin!luke, dom!luke for a sec, luke sees reader in her underwear

reminder: english’s not my first language so I apologize for any spelling mistakes

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The groan of the rusty –stolen– car door echoed in the woods like a death knell. You slammed it shut with a wince, the throbbing ache in your shoulder protesting the movement as you placed your bag on it. The vehicle now lay crumpled against a giant redwood, a testament to the gigantic beast you'd just barely managed to outrun before Percy took take of it with Anaklusmos.

And him, ever the optimist, managed a weak attempt at sarcasm. "Well, that went great, don´t you think?" he muttered to you, his voice laced with exhaustion. A fresh cut adorned his cheek, a reminder of his near-death experience, from their recent encounter.

Luke, face dirty and torso sweaty, slammed the trunk shut with a finality that mirrored the exhaustion etched on his face. Dirt smudged his usually perfect features, and sweat plastered his black hair to his forehead, a sight that would have sent shivers down the spine of any other girl at camp. On you, however, it just fueled the simmering fire inside you that made you want to punch his face.

He slung his worn backpack over one shoulder, the weight of responsibility and fatigue pulling him down.

"Remind me not to let you drive again. Ever." he said to you, his voice laced with a mocking lilt.

You rolled your eyes, the familiar irritation sparking within you. "Oh, give me a break" you spat back, hands on your hips. "I'm the only one with a license here, genius."

"Is your license useful when it comes to a stolen car, genius?" he replied, voice lowering to match his mockery and a punchable smirk playing on his lips. He really knew how to push your buttons, even when you were both staring down the barrel of another night on the run, another night without a decent meal or a good night's sleep.

"At least I can drive" you countered, ignoring the prickle of annoyance that ran down your spine. "Besides, who else would have gotten us this far? You?" You gestured towards the flickering neon sign of a ramshackle motel in the distance, a beacon of hope in the gathering darkness.

"Enough" Annabeth said, her voice firm despite the tiredness in her tone. "You two can fight later, but right now, we need to find somewhere to stay. I am not spending another night sleeping on a tree"

With a determined stomp, she marched towards the side of the road. You and Luke both took a step forward at the same time, then stopped, locked in a silent battle of who would yield. You mockingly straightened your arm towards Annabeth's path. "Ladies first" you said to him.

He squinted his eyes playfully as he walked past you. “Very mature” he muttered.

The flickering neon sign cut through the twilight like a neon lifeline as you walked. ‘The Sun n' Sands Motel’ proclaimed in faded glory, the letters crooked and the sun sporting a single, sad-looking ray. It wasn't the exactly luxury, but after days on the run, a crumpled car, and a near-death encounter with a creature straight out of your worst nightmares, this place looked like a five-star resort.

"Finally" you sighed, relief washing over you in waves. You could practically smell the promise of clean sheets and a bed that didn't groan ominously with every movement. And a shower. Gods, you craved that.

Pushing open the glass door, you were greeted with a musty scent that hung in the air like a forgotten memory. The lobby was small and poorly decorated, the faded floral wallpaper clashing horrendously with the worn brown carpeting. Behind a chipped counter sat a woman whose age defied easy categorization. Her hair, the color of tarnished silver, was pulled back in a tight bun, emphasizing the deep lines etched around her eyes. She sat engrossed in a beauty magazine, oblivious to the four weary demigods who had just entered.

With a sigh that condensed the exhaustion of your entire journey, you approached the counter. Slamming a wad of crumpled bills onto the counter, you declared, "Rooms for four, please."

Percy shuffled behind you, his eyes flitting around the room with a mix of curiosity and apprehension. Annabeth scanned the lobby for any signs of potential danger, her hand instinctively resting on the hilt of her dagger.

The woman finally looked up, her gaze lingering on you for too long before flickering to the rest of your group. A slow smile played on her lips, a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. "One room, two beds?" she drawled, her voice thick with a southern twang that seemed to grate on your already frayed nerves.

"Two rooms" you corrected, forcing a smile that felt more like a grimace. Sharing a room with Luke Castellan, a roof, again, even in this desolate outpost, was an idea so abhorrent you couldn't entertain it for a second.

As if sensing your objection, the woman tapped away at a dusty computer terminal. A smirk played on her lips. "Couple's getaway, huh?" she asked, her eyes darting from Luke, back to you.

Percy and Annabeth exchanged a surprised and disgusted look. "What?" you demanded, your irritation bubbling over.

But before you could react, you felt Luke´s heavy arm slunging casually around your shoulder, his voice dripping with mock sincerity. "Looks like we're gonna have to get a little bit cozy, don't you think, baby?" he drawled playfully.

You gritted your teeth, biting down on the inside of your cheek to keep from exploding. You knew perfectly well he was just trying to get under your skin, and the worst part was, it was working. The thought of sharing a room with him was bad enough, but the idea of him calling you "baby" sent shivers down your spine – not of pleasure, but of pure, unadulterated annoyance.

Faking a sickly sweet smile, you leaned in and delivered a sharp elbow jab directly to his stomach. He doubled over with a groan, clutching his center for a moment. "Call me 'baby' again," you hissed, your voice low and dangerous, "and I'll punch way lower than that."

“Got it, muscles” he wheezed.

The receptionist, clearly enjoying the spectacle, leaned back in her chair and tapped away at the computer again. "Right now, we have one room with a double bed, and another one with two single beds" she explained.

You glanced back at Annabeth, a silent question hanging in the air. She nodded in understanding. Two single beds might not be ideal, but it was infinitely preferable to sharing a room with Luke.

"We'll take them" you declared.

The woman expertly counted the money, her lips pursed in concentration. "Rooms thirteen and fifteen." she announced, handing you two keys. "No smoking inside, and do not break anything, or you'll be charged double" the lady continued, her voice laced with a warning that was clearly aimed at you and Luke.

As you all four walked towards the stairs, you tossed the key to room fifteen at Luke. He snatched it reflexively in the air, a hint of confussion in his face. “Boys, you´ll share a room” you declare.

Luke scoffed behind your back. "What are we? Eleven?" he asked.

"It was a nightmare to drive a car with you in it" you retorted, "can't imagine what it would be like to share a room."

Later, after some questionable inspectioning around the room and re-organizing your bag for when you leave tomorrow morning, you finally had a little time to yourself.

The cool water splashed against your face, washing away the grime and exhaustion of the day. You glanced over at Annabeth, who was meticulously placing her most important things on the floor to clean and organize her bag; her dagger, her cap, a rope, a squished water bottle, and a few maps. Despite the cramped confines of the motel room, a sense of peace settled over you. Even with Luke's irritating presence hanging over your head, it was a welcome change from the constant fear and adrenaline that had fueled your journey.

A sharp rapping on the door snapped you out of your reverie. "Coming!" Annabeth called out. She opened the door just a crack as you peeked your head out of the tiny bathroom door. You were greeted by the sight of a very smug-looking Percy. His cheeks were puffed out, and he was clutching a brown paper bag that seemed precariously close to bursting.

"Uh, hey" he mumbled, his voice muffled through a mouthful of something chocolatey. "I raided the vending machine downstairs” he simply explained.

Annabeth turned towards you. “Dinner?” she asked.

The offer of a snack, however meager, was enough to send your stomach grumbling in protest. The idea of a proper meal sounded heavinly, the food from camp, the meat, the mashed potatoes. Gods, you really wanted to be back. But right now, even the greasiest bag of chips could be enough for you.

Percy shoved his way past Annabeth and into the room. He disgorged his loot onto the small bedside table that sat between your beds. Annabeth, with her usual organizational skills, started to create a semblance of order from the chaotic pile of snacks.

Across the room, you noticed Luke still leaning against the doorway. He had shed his usual polished exterior for a pair of worn sweatpants and a plain t-shirt, a sight that momentarily threw you off balance. He took you in with a lazy glance, his eyes lingering on your tired face and messy hair. "Looking good" he called, a smirk playing on his lips.

One of your eyes twitched in irritation. Grabbing the wet towel you'd been using, you flung it at him with a growl. He managed to snag it out of the air just before it connected with his face.

"Hilarious" he remarked.

Annabeth jumped in before the playful hostility could escalate further. "How about a movie?" she suggested, her voice laced with a hint of forced cheer.

The idea wasn't exactly appealing, but the prospect of some semblance of downtime outweighed the absurdity of watching television in a dingy motel room. You and Luke exchanged a glance, a silent agreement passing between you. You didn't know how much peace you could get in the middle of a mission, or for how long, but the idea of just sitting down and eating calmly while watching a movie was undeniably tempting. Even with the dubious snacks and the cramped quarters, it felt like a small oasis in the storm of your current situation.

The movie selection on the ancient TV was limited, to say the least. After a series of disgruntled grumbles and channel surfing, they settled on a cheesy romance movie with a plot that could have been predicted by a hyperactive squirrel. The acting was atrocious, the dialogue predictable, and the special effects looked like they were created by a bored teenager with basic editing software. Yet, despite the movie's inherent ridiculousness, a strange sense of camaraderie filled the room. Laughter, albeit tinged with exhaustion, erupted at the predictable plot twists and overly dramatic dialogue.

As the minutes ticked by, Percy and Annabeth succumbed to the fatigue of the day. Annabeth curled up by your side on her bed, but her eyelids eventually fluttered shut and her head lolled back against your shoulder. Percy managed to stay up for a little longer with Luke, but his snorting could easily be heard just ten minutes after.

Silence stretched between you and Luke, punctuated only by the rhythmic snores of Percy and the occasional sigh from Annabeth in her sleep. You glanced over at your friend, her head resting peacefully against your shoulder. Despite the discomfort of the shared bed and the dubious snacks, a sliver of normalcy felt oddly comforting.

Across from you, Luke mirrored your posture, leaning back against the headboard with his arms crossed. His gaze was fixed on the flickering television screen, but you knew his attention wasn't on the atrocious movie. He was lost in thought, a furrow etched between his brows.

There was tension in the air, a constant undercurrent simmering between you two. You didn't like each other, that much was certain. He was arrogant, self-serving, and his loyalty always seemed to have a price tag attached. Yet, a grudging respect had grown between you over the years. You both understood the weight of your responsibilities, the burden of protecting those younger, more innocent.

He cleared his throat, the sound sharp in the quiet room. "Hey, Per—" he began, his voice a low murmur.

“Hey” you called. Luke´s head snapped towards your direction. "He's been out for more than half an hour" you interjected softly, your voice barely above a whisper. "Don't wake him up."

Luke's head tilted to the side. Confusion flickered across his brown eyes before settling on a scowl. "What?" he hissed, barely louder than a whisper.

"Think about it" you countered, your voice a low murmur that wouldn't disturb the sleeping teens. "Percy's been snoring like a miniature thunderstorm for at least ten minutes. Annabeth wouldn't wake up even if a centaur stepped next to her right now. Waking them up would just cause a monster of a different kind."

You knew Luke understood. You weren't just talking about Percy's physical exhaustion. You were both keenly aware of the burden these young demigods carried. They craved normalcy as much as anyone, and these stolen moments of peaceful sleep, however fleeting, were a precious commodity. Watching them, so vulnerable and carefree in their slumber, filled you with a fierce protectiveness. The last thing you wanted to do was disrupt that.

Luke didn't reply, but his gaze mirrored your sentiments. A flicker of something akin to respect softened the harsh lines of his face. You weren't friends, not by any stretch of the imagination. He mean. Yet, you shared a common enemy and a common purpose – to protect those who couldn't protect themselves.

The silence stretched for a momento before he cleared his throat again, the sound sharp in the cramped room. "So," he drawled, his voice laced with a hint of resignation, "what do we do then?"

You sighed, frustration creeping into your voice. "Guess we're stuck sharing a room after all" you muttered, throwing your hands up in defeat. The idea was far from appealing.

Luke's face contorted in horror. He let out a theatrical whine that would rival any crying toddler. "Oh come on" he whined, stretching the word into several syllables. "Sharing a room with you? Talk about cruelty and punishment."

“Oh, just shut up” you whispered-yelled at him. “Trust me, I don´t wanna sleep next to you either. I´ll build up a wall of pillows before you can even start snoring”

There was a certain absurdity to the situation, being forced to share a room with your least favorite person. But beneath the surface, you both acknowledged the unspoken truth – the safety and well-being of Percy and Annabeth took precedence over any personal discomfort.

You both rose from your beds, a tense air crackling around you. Picking up your backpack, you hoisted it over your shoulder with a sigh. "Alright" you declared, marching towards the door. "Let's get this over with."

Luke followed, his movements mirroring yours. The walk down the cramped hallway was filled with an tension. Neither of you dared to speak. Reaching his door, Luke fumbled for the key, his irritation evident in his clumsiness. Finally, with a click, the door swung open, revealing a room identical to yours – basic, cramped, and thoroughly unappealing.

Stepping inside, you couldn't help but let out a groan. A single, double bed dominated the room, leaving absolutely no room for separate sleeping arrangements. God, why did Percy have to fall asleep? Why didn´t you and Annabeth pick this room earlier? Everything was going the wrong way for you. You exchanged a look with Luke, the message clear in your burning eyes.

"Snort or drool" Luke began, his voice a low growl as he pointed a finger at you "and I swear I'll throw you out the window"

"Hm, how charming" you replied sarcastically, stepping past him and into the room.

The bed loomed before you, a battleground for an uncomfortable night's sleep. With a sigh, you dropped your backpack onto the nearest chair. Luke began building a formidable fortress of pillows in the center of the bed. You rolled your eyes at the sight. This was so ridiculous.

A glance at your watch confirmed your suspicions. It was not too late to hop on quick shower. Percy and Luke walked down to the vending machine so quickly earlier that you didn´t even have time to wash yourself before they came to your room with the so called dinner. Your clothes clung to you uncomfortably, the grime of the day begging to be washed away. You looked for a clean shirt you were sure you packed before leaving camp days ago. The possibilites of a shower were low in missions like these, but you never knew.

Leaving your backpack open on the chair, you made your way to the bathroom door, silently pushing it open. Luke watched your movements for a fleeting moment, but quickly went back to his pillow fortification once your figure disappeared inside the small bathroom. He didn't think much of it at first. You were just getting ready for the night, whatever your methods.

Inside the bathroom, you began stripping off your clothes, the cool air a welcome sensation against your heated skin. In your state of exhaustion, you neglected to fully close the bathroom door. A foolish mistake, perhaps, but in your defense, the room was tiny and the it wouldn't be winning any awards for spaciousness. Right now, all you craved was a chance to scrub away the road dust and find a clean shirt for the —uncomfortable— night ahead.

A few seconds later, a muffled curse broke the silence on Luke´s side. Luke, realizing he'd left his toothbrush in the bathroom, stopped himself from the pillows task and approached the bathroom door. He was expecting it to be shut. A polite knock, a request for his forgotten toothbrush – that was the plan. But as he drew closer, his steps faltered. The door wasn't shut.

“Seriously!?”

There you stood, completely devoid of clothes except for your underwear, taking off your camp´s necklace and your earrings. The warm glow from the bathroom light accentuated the smooth lines of your shoulders and the curve of your back. Time seemed to freeze for a beat. Luke's breath hitched in his throat.

You whirled around, startled. A small laugh escaped your lips as you saw Luke's flustered expression. His cheeks were flushed a deep crimson, and his brown eyes darted around the room as if searching for an escape route.

"Didn't think you'd be so shy, Luke" It was a playful jab, a way to lighten the sudden tension that had filled the small space.

Luke sputtered, his voice barely even a regular tone. "Shy? I'm not-, I mean-…” he kept cutting himself off. “This-, don´t you know what privacy is!?"

His indignation was adorable, you couldn't help but think to yourself. You'd never seen him so flustered, so utterly out of sorts. A mischievous glint sparked in your eyes.

"Oh, come on" you countered, a playful smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "Don't tell me you've never seen a girl in this state before."

The question just didn´t have an asnwer. Luke's mouth clamped shut. His eyes widened for a moment, then darted back down to the floor, avoiding your gaze. There was a flicker of something in his eyes – a memory, perhaps, or a realization – but it vanished as quickly as it appeared.

The silence stretched, thick and awkward. You realized you had hit a nerve, a part of Luke you hadn't expected to expose, not in front of you. A pang of unexpected curiosity pricked at your insides. Just what kind of experiences had this arrogant, self-assured perfect golden boy had?

You opened your mouth to speak, to maybe apologize for your teasing, but Luke beat you to it.

"Just shower and get dressed, okay?" he mumbled, his voice tight with suppressed frustration. "I want to sleep."

He didn't wait for a reply, simply turning on his heel and retreating back to his pillow fort. You watched him go, a smile playing on your lips. The encounter had been unexpected, to say the least, but it had definitely shaken things up.

A low chuckle escaped your lips. "You'll wait for me?" you called out playfully, knowing full well he wouldn't answer.

"Shut up!" came his muffled reply from behind the pillows.

The silence in the cramped room was thick enough to spread. You emerged from the bathroom, a clean shirt clinging to your damp form and a towel wrapped around your head like a makeshift turban. You caught sight of Luke burrowed deep beneath the barricade of pillows, a picture of forced nonchalance. His eyes were resolutely fixed on the ceiling, but you could practically feel the heat radiating off him.

A mischievous glint flickered in your eyes. He might have gotten away with a verbal escape route earlier, but you weren't done yet. "Well, aren't you going to say something?" you queried, amusement dancing in your voice. "Speechless, Castellan? That's a first."

Luke remained stubbornly silent, his jaw clenched tight. He could feel the blush creeping back up his neck, a burning reminder of his moment of weakness. How was he supposed to act normal after seeing...well, after seeing more of you than he ever bargained for? The image of your smooth skin and the graceful curve of your back was burned into his memory, a stark contrast to the sarcastic warrior he knew.

You flopped down onto the bed, the makeshift wall of pillows separating you from Luke. You turned off the bedside lamp in silence before removing the towel off your hair, gently brushing it. The silence stretched on, broken only by the soft rustle of your brush. Just as you thought Luke had successfully retreated into a silent sulk, his voice broke through the tension.

"Look" he muttered, whispering "it was an accident. Just forget it, alright?"

You couldn't help but let out a soft chuckle. "Oh, come on" you teased, leaning back against the pillows. "Didn’t expect that seeing a little skin was such a big deal for someone like you."

Luke shot you a glare, but it lacked its usual bite. Someone like him? What the hell did you mean by that? Maybe it was the unexpectedness of it all, or maybe it was the way the dim light had cast your figure in a different light, one he hadn't noticed before. Whatever it was, it had thrown him completely off balance.

A sudden, and quite unwelcome, thought struck him. Just what kind of experiences had you had? He knew you weren't naive, or dumb. But the thought of you with someone else… the possessiveness that flared up within him surprised him. It wasn't jealousy, not exactly, but a strange sense he couldn't quite explain.

He pushed the thought aside, focusing on calming his racing heart. He needed sleep, not a philosophical debate about his feelings for his least favorite demigod. Just as he was about to drift off, your voice sliced through the silence, sharper than any blade.

"Are you a virgin, Luke?"

The question hung in the air, a verbal bombshell that shattered the fragile peace. Luke's eyes snapped open, wide with disbelief. Gods, you were bold. He stared at you in the dark, lifiting his head up just enough to peak from the pillows in between your boides, his mind struggling to process your words.

"What?" he finally managed, his voice husky with disbelief.

A faint blush crept up your cheeks, a stark contrast to the playful glint in your eyes. "You heard me" you countered.

Luke felt a surge of annoyance mixed with a strange vulnerability. He wasn't used to being caught off guard, especially not by you. He opened his mouth to retort, to deflect the question with his usual sarcastic wit, but the words wouldn't come.

His gaze drifted towards the wall, a silent battle raging within him. Should he answer your question honestly? The thought of revealing such a personal detail to you, his nemesis, was unappealing. But then again, a small part of him, the part he kept hidden away, craved a different kind of connection with you.

He took a deep breath, the decision made. "Does it matter?" he finally replied, his voice a low murmur.

You turned on your side, facing him across the wall of pillows, getting rid of some of them, dropping them to the carpeted floor. The moonlight filtering through the window cast an ethereal glow on your face, making your eyes seem to sparkle with mischief.

"Maybe it does" you said, your voice soft and laced with an undercurrent of something else - intrigue? Even in the darkness, you could see the way your words affected him, the way his dark eyes seemed to flicker with a mixture of emotions.

Luke opened his mouth to respond, but before he could get a word out, you cut him off with a laugh that seemed tinged with nervousness.

"Forget it" you said, shaking your head slightly. "Just... hormonal thoughts." The explanation felt flimsy, even to your own ears. This wasn't just idle curiosity; it was something deeper, something you couldn't quite explain yet.

Luke remained silent for a moment, your sudden change in direction throwing him off. Part of him was relieved you weren't pressing the issue, but another part, the part he usually kept suppressed, felt a flicker of disappointment. He wouldn't admit it, not even to himself, but he'd be lying if he said he hadn't found your boldness, your honesty, even your sudden vulnerability, strangely appealing.

"Hormonal thoughts, huh?" he finally echoed, his voice husky. "Does that mean you wanna have sex with me?" He dared to voice the possibility that you might be attracted to him. He must´ve been out of his mind.

The thought was simply impossible. Yet, the way your eyes sparkled in the moonlight, the way you'd turned towards him, discarding some of the pillows as if to bridge the gap…

"No!" you blurted out, as if reading his mind. The defensiveness in your voice surprised you both. "It's not that at all. It's just... I don't know." Frustration laced your words. This whole conversation was turning into a confusing mess. “Just… how far have you reached with a girl?”

Luke stared at you, dumbfounded. This night had taken a turn he hadn't anticipated. Why were you even talking about this? Why were you asking these questions? Why, despite the initial irritation, was he finding himself answering?

Heaving a sigh, he sat up against the headboard, exhaustion finally catching up to him. "Not too far, actually" he mumbled, the words laced with a weariness that surprised him. The words felt strange coming out of his mouth, a confession he wouldn't have made to anyone else. He hadn't meant to dwell on past experiences, especially not with you. He hadn't realized how much he'd carried on his shoulders, the weight of overlooked desires he never truly got to satisfy. Suddenly, the frustration in your voice clicked into place. Was that why you'd asked? Was it because you felt the same way, burdened by an unfulfilled yearning?

But as you shifted in your bed, suddenly sitting up on your knees, he couldn't help but notice the way your silhouette was illuminated by the moonlight. And then he saw it — the lack of shorts beneath your t-shirt, a detail he'd managed to conveniently overlook in the heat of the moment, which didn´t make sense at all.

"What are you—?" he began, the question dying on his lips as you moved closer. With surprising ease, you began to dismantle the remaining wall of pillows, clearing the way between you.

His heart hammered against his ribs as you sat down on his lap, one leg on each side of him. You were close, closer than you'd ever been before. A mix of confusion and arousal that left him speechless. You stared at him, your eyes reflecting the soft moonlight, as your hands reached for his.

"Have you ever done this?" you asked, your voice gentle, devoid of the usual sarcasm you wielded like a weapon. You weren't mocking him, weren't trying to pry. This was a genuine question, a moment of surprising intimacy that neither of you could have predicted.

Luke stared at you, his mind reeling. His hands, usually quick and confident, felt heavy and clumsy under your touch. You guided them to hold steady of your thighs, even though you were not moving, not yet.

Luke had never been more confused in his life. His mind raced, searching for a coherent response, an appropriate action. Was this a trap? A test? 'What the hell?' his mind raced.

But as he looked into your eyes, searching for an explanation, all he saw was a reflection of his own thunderstorm. You were just as confused as he was, caught in a moment of unexpected intimacy.

Neither of you knew what to say, what to do next. This wasn't part of the plan. You were supposed to be enemies, rivals forced to share a cramped motel room.

You know, the classic shit.

But this wasn’t it. This was something strange that even though he hated to admit it, he didn’t want it to end yet.

So he trailed his hands higher. Higher, higher, higher. Then placed his hands on your hips. He was breathless, and a sudden feeling of dumbness filled his insides as he stared at you, reading you like a book; you were waiting. And he had no idea what to do.

But you surely did. A slight sway of your hips was all he needed to breath out the amount of air his chest was holding. Then another one, and another; each movement pressed deliciously against his cock, already hardened.

He let out a deep groan, teeth tightening and head falling back slightly.

You placed your hands around his shoulders, pulling him closer to you, almost chest to chest. Your hips kept rolling over him. If this felt good to him, it must’ve feel like heaven to you, due to your lack of lower clothes.

“You’re big, Luke” you whispered, a tiny smirk smudged along your lips. There it was. You again.

He thanked the darkness for hiding his red cheeks, but his state was not going to make him vulnerable again. He gripped your hips tighter, pulling at the top of your ass towards him over and over. “Fuck, just shut up for five minutes” he breathed out.

You didn’t answer. Your mouth hang open over his own. Your lips were dangerously close to touching, to kissing. But it was not gonna happen. As your hips rolled at a fast pace his breath tangled with yours, his moans, his groans, everything was swallowed by your own sounds.

He should feel embarrassed of behaving like this, not only because it is you but because he’s supposed to be in the middle of a mission. But come on, he knew this would happen soon or later.

All those years in which he secretly saved his feeling for himself. He had to hide the fact that whenever he touched your skin, whenever he felt your warm body against his hands, even the slightest and most teasing touch, a bolt of lighting went from the tip of his toes to his head.

He felt drunk in you in just a second and what, because he accidentally saw you almost naked?

He had to thank the gods for his luck.

“Oh, Luke” you moaned, head tilting back as you squeezed your eyes shut. Oh, he liked that.

He audibly chucked, laughed at you. “Who would’ve known?” he asked. “Who would’ve known you’d be so dirty, baby?”

Your eyes sparkled with fire, piercing Luke’s insides as the scar on his face twitched like every time he smiled. Despite the look on your face, your hips kept rolling over his; you couldn’t stop. It felt too good, too hot, too wet, even under Luke’s sweatpants.

“Don’t call me baby” you managed to blurt out, but the sound coming out of your mouth just made the whole sentence something pornographic. Luke didn’t complain.

You removed your hands from his neck. He was convinced you were gonna climb off of him and he would have to apologize repeatedly so he could finally get to cum with you on top of him; but instead, your hands travelled down his torso, and hid under his white shirt, pressing your palms onto his abs, pushing your own body harder against his.

“What should I call you then?” he whispered against your mouth, hands gripping impossibly tighter, finally gripping to your asscheeks. He had to hide a groan from the very back of his throat. “Bunny? ‘Cause you can’t deny you wanna hop on my cock?”

Now that was new.

If you were shocked, your face wouldn’t show it, but your body surely did. Your movements became sloppy, tired, and your chest moved up and down faster than ever. Luke rolled his own hips into yours, moaning uncontrollably at the feeling of his cock being constantly rubbed under your clothes pussy, and at the sight of the small wet patch you had on your underwear.

“Luke. I wanna cum” you moaned out. He liked that you didn’t warn you were going to, but you wanted to. As if you were asking for his permission.

“You won’t get off me until I cum, get it?”

He was a possessed man all of a sudden. His groans, growing deeper with every movement, his hands holding onto you for dear life and his breath twirling with yours as if you were the oxygen he needed to stay alive.

The tight feeling on your belly snapped as fast as you started to feel it. Yet you were obedient, so you kept moving.

The overstimulation was too much already, but when was gonna be the last time you would get to almost fuck Luke Castellan? Probably this time, you wouldn’t want to screw it up.

In fact, you wanted to do so much more. To suck his dick, to gag on it. To let him play with your body as much as he pleased and craved for. To let him take you anywhere and anytime he liked.

It didn’t take Luke long enough to hit his climax too, thankfully. His hips twitched against yours repeatedly as he placed his forehead on your chest. His breath was heavy as if he had run a million miles, his forehead sweaty.

Your hand reached his curls, smoothly running them down the back of his neck as if you were comforting him from the worst experience he had ever had. Little did you know this was his best so far.

“Do we-,” he cut himself off to swallow thickly. He didn’t realize how dry his throat was until he tried to speak. “Do we get to share rooms again?���

“What do you think?”

part two <3

[fairyhaos]

seventeen and which mythical beings they are

requested by @mesanthropi ^^ physically held myself back from going on rants for shua's and hao's and jeonghan's pls (iykyk)

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seungcheol

vampire. formidable, mysterious vampire seungcheol from a powerful family name who lives in a huge, ominous castle and somehow manages to make sucking blood look sexy… shakes he's so fine oh my god. honestly vampire!cheol with glowing red eyes and an intimidating presence and the most smug fucking smirk in the world is such a vibe, and he also has the whole “i was born centuries and centuries ago” old hag thing down to an art

jeonghan

siren. specifically a mermaid-type siren that lives in the sea and has a pretty iridescent tail. water-dwelling being jeonghan just makes so much sense to me bc he has their fluidity and their peaceful and their mischief and also??? jeonghan with a shimmery mermaid tail and captivating siren voice???? i'd willingly drown myself for him actually, siren song be damned. he has the silvery voice of a siren and the ethereal looks to be one fr

joshua

wood nymph. bambi-eyed wood nymph joshua who communicates with the birds and tends to his forest and has flowers weaved in his hair and stars embedded around his eyes… the nymph!joshua obsession is Real guys and i am definitely a victim of it. curly haired joshua is just sooo wood nymph coded and i can see him as some soft-spoken, pretty being who lives in a birch tree and guides stray travellers when they get lost in his woods

junhui

witch junhui with his black cat familiar and his dented cauldron and his cottage in the middle of the forest!! witch junhui with his mini apothecary and his goofy-sounding spells and his eyebrow permanently half-singed bc his enchantments keep backfiring!! witch junhui with his soft spoken words and bright laugh and total kindness to everyone who happens upon his home!! witch junhui is so so dear to me and he really is just. a witchy little dude

hoshi

shapeshifter. does this idea feed into his furry agenda a bit too much? yeah, it kinda does, but oh my god just imagine tiger shapeshifter hoshi who's part human but can turn into a large, big-fanged and bold-striped tiger at a moment's notice. he really just genuinely gives shapeshifter vibes, and every year he schedules one week where he'll traipse off into the nearest mountains and blow off some steam in his tiger form for seven days

wonwoo

dragon. okay so this is kinda not a humanoid mythical being, but wonwoo is soooo big friendly dragon coded. i can imagine him as a large, red scaly dragon, snoozing atop his massive hoard of gold in a secluded cave in the forest, little wisps of smoke coming out of his nostrils as he snores contentedly. that doesn't mean he can't be scary if he wants to tho, and can burn down any puny humans who try to steal his hoard in the blink of an eye

woozi

demigod. part-god woozi is just such a vibe okay, and he rlly does give off a hercules-type feel, where he can do inhuman things and seems almost untouchable in his awesomeness, even though he's right there in front of you. and he has a hatred of the gods and a mild tolerance for humans but at the end of the day, he appreciates and loves both for all that they do. (also in a percy jackson demigod sense, he is totally an apollo's kid and no i don't make the rules) 

minghao

fae. y'all know how far my fairy minghao agenda runs by now and like ??? can you blame me ???? the idea of sassy smol hao with fairy wings and a squeaky voice is cute and all, but also i just think he fits the idea of the entire tall, mysterious fae folk really well too. with his pointy fae ears and his shrewd gaze and his ability to say half-truths and riddles and give sage advice about how to live your life all at once, he really is very much a fae-like person. 

mingyu

some sort of demon. he's so loud and bright and kind that, despite his huge presence and glowing eyes and the horns protruding out of his mess of fluffy hair, you don't even register that he's some dangerous, hellish creature before something happens and he just snaps, the air around him visibly darkening as he tears after the thing that caused him to lose control. he's so sweet and kind but so undeniably dangerous all at once. 

dokyeom

elf. i'm thinking lord of the rings elves, except i haven't actually watched lord of the rings but i have this idea of them being tall and rich and elegant beings, and it makes me think of dokyeom. he's just so pretty, and the elves rely on the natural elements to survive, right? dokyeom is just so sunbeams peeking through forest leaves, so little rabbits bounding through the undergrowth, so hand-whittled arrows and folk songs around a campfire and tall, tall, beautiful elves. 

seungkwan

will o’ the wisp or a sprite. he's endearing and mysterious, and once you gain his favour he's staying glued to ur shoulder for the entirety of your dangerous quest through the magical woods. he's very chatty and also very elusive, constantly flitting around in the air and disappearing in a wink of light before appearing on your nose once again. you can't tell if he's a help or a hindrance, but he's cute and bright and makes the journey a lot better

vernon

a smurf. smurfs count as mythical beings okay, and while ive never actually watched any smurf movie thing ever, i think vernon would make an absolutely brilliant smurf. they give off silly goofy weird adorable vibes, and that's basically vernon in a nutshell. also smol vernon with blue skin and lives in a mushroom looking house??? that's kinda cute and actually something that vernon might wanna do irl not gonna lie

chan

nine-tailed fox. he's so mysterious and sexy and kind of dangerous but like. his unbelievable handsomeness kinda outweighs the danger. honestly i don't really have an explanation for this other than that the Vibes r there for some reason and he'd look so cool with those glittery wisps of magic threading through the air around him as his eyes glow a mysterious colour before he launches into a kdrama-esque fight sequence against the latest monster

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[poraphia]

"Lead Singers Love The Attention."

clingy!wilbur x singer!reader pronouns: not specified! 998 words || 8.8.23 My first ever request from @ax-y10 ! I am currently taking requests, so don't be shy to drop some for me :))

He just can't get enough of you, even when you're about to go on stage.

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Picture this.

Your boyfriend, after months of touring the world with his up-and-coming band, has finally come home, but without even a week of quiet time together, you have to pack your things and kiss him goodbye because guess what? now you have to go on tour!

So, what’s the best solution to this predicament?

Well, bringing him along with you of course!

At first, I was reluctant. Throughout the late night facetimes and after-concert texts, he complained time and time again that he missed home and our friends. So, imagine my surprise as I looked up from my phone after some time scrolling away on the couch to see the tall man with a freshly packed suitcase and a determined look on his face.

“I’m coming with you.”

“Will–”

“I want to come with you!” He whined.

Admittedly, what he missed the most was spending time together.

We didn’t make any sort of public announcement that Will would be coming with me to perform besides an ominous tweet Wilbur decided to post on his private account. 

While we were waiting for our plane to be called, I was making phone calls to dismiss the hired guitarist and to let my tour manager know that Wilbur would be taking the role. My eyes happened to drift onto Wilbur’s screen, which read the simple text of “lol plane go brr” before posting it for his thousands of fans to see. With ecstatic eyes, he looked up at me. Eyes that read, “We’re going to have so much fun. I’m happy to be with you again.” It took a couple of times calling my name through the speaker before I snapped back from what spell he put on me. 

Fast forward, we were now in Brooklyn, New York, performing my first concert of the tour. Maybe it was the adrenaline of being back on stage in front of thousands of people or the double-shot espresso in Will’s morning coffee, but he was exhilarated.

Immediately after soundcheck, I found his arms constantly around me. Whether it would be his grip slithering around my waist and pulling me in like a snake lovingly squeezing its prey, to towering behind me with limbs draped over my shoulders and his steady heartbeat pressed against my back. It didn’t matter if I was by myself, talking to my manager, or on stage directing the crew on some small adjustments.

With the charming man that he is, I found nothing but comfort in his warm embrace. Every time I tensed up from stress or anxiety, he would bury himself in my hair as if he was quietly telling me, “I’m here, don’t worry.” And soon enough I would lean back in his touch, feeling his hands moving me closer and his heartbeat’s pace picking up. 

But now, it was time for my, or rather, our, first performance of the tour.

I stood on the side of the stage. The curtains were still closed to prevent anyone from getting a sneak peek of the set. Wilbur stood next to me, letting me use his hand as stress relief as I open and closed my grip on his fingers. My manager, looking at me from the other side of the stage, gave me a thumbs up, letting me know that the curtains will be drawing back soon.

“You ready, darling?” He asked, rubbing my knuckles with his thumb. With a deep sigh, I looked at him and smiled.

“More than ever.” 

His excitement pulled on the corners of his lips as he leaned down, holding a kiss right onto mine. I cupped his face with both of my hands, fluttering my eyes closed as anxious moths turned into fluttering butterflies in my stomach. Wilbur’s hand held tightly onto his guitar’s neck, careful to not let it bump into me, while his other hand rested on my shoulder.

Soon enough the stage countdown started playing in my ear monitor, meaning that the curtains were being drawn back. In an act of confidence, I slowly began walking backward onto the stage, but Wilbur was determined to keep his lips on mine.

Soon enough the sound of screaming fans flooded both of our ears as I felt the smile on Will’s face widen. I could feel thousands of eyes on us, but he was firm in his position. We were under beaming stage lights with my name shining in LED behind us, but even if there was an ecstatic crowd of thousands in front of us, only his loving touch can make me feel like we were in our own world. Like we were out past midnight on the sidewalk with only the streetlight putting us in the spotlight.

I pulled away to finally greet my crowd, but Will trailed after me, sneaking little pecks on the lips as I giggled. After what felt like a hundred more kisses for a six-foot walk, I grabbed the microphone off of the stand.

“Sorry for the inconvenience, Brooklyn.” I chuckled. Wilbur leaned over my shoulder, almost dividing half of his height to get his mouth near the microphone.

“You know how a lead singer loves the attention, (y/n).” He said charmingly, causing another abrupt cheer from the crowd. Wilbur turned to look at me now. “Now let’s get this thing started, shall we?” He pressed one final kiss on my temple before placing himself in his designated stage spot. The other musicians I hired followed suit, and once it looked like everything was ready, I placed the mic back onto the stand while still keeping both hands wrapped around the handle.

“Welcome to the tour, Brooklyn!” I exclaimed. “I want to see you singing along, jumping, and most of all, having fun!” With one deep inhale I took in that concert energy that all these people embodied to cheer me on. There was nothing going to be in my way to give it all back to them.

“ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR!”

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[fbfh]

curiosity is a wonderful thing - ch. 6

wc: 2.8k

genre: slowburn, best friends to lovers, painful tooth rotting fluff

pairing: Audrey x Ben, eventual Ben x daughter of alice!reader

warnings: ben's deeply repressed feelings looming ominously in the distance, audrey being an absolute bitch but what's new, op fixing the lore with nail glue and packing tape, Evie is a fucking icon as always

summary: After a long day fighting your way through a mountain of paperwork, you find yourself unable to sleep. Sneaking into ben's room always does the trick. Mal can't find a love spell in her spell book, but she finds something that should work almost as well.

song recs: spring fever - sub urban

a/n: the one thing that pisses me off is that there is no canonical use of love spells in the disney universe outside of descendants. they literally don't exist. genie says no making someone fall in love with someone else. you'd think they would know their own lore /lh

anyway fangz to cici as always (i am so sorry about buggy) and also as always, an optional fit for your viewing pleasure

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You spend the next several hours by Ben’s side as you bounce between various meetings, and of course, your etiquette lessons that you’ve been attending since you were no older than a twizzleroot blossom.  They're not really etiquette lessons, not anymore. They were when you were young, you would attend a few times a week with all the other kids your age. You’d learn how to drink tea, how to write thank you notes, and all the other things you need to know to feel comfortable in royal high society settings. By the end of middle school, most of your peers were no longer in attendance. 

You and Ben, however, used the opportunity to learn about more and more of the nuanced aspects of politics, social graces, and media training. Your parents were both glad for this, and since you seemed on track to be real politicians and not just socialites, it was a perfect fit. However, saying that you have to go to your class for advanced political studies, world history, social graces, and media training is a little too clunky for your taste. You and Ben never grew out of calling them etiquette lessons, so the name stuck to this day.

On this day in particular, you now find yourself sitting next to Ben at a large table in one of the many makeshift conference rooms on campus. You’ve been in and out of meetings and lessons and debriefings about the Isle kids’ arrival, and now you’ve finally made it nearly to the end of your to do list. Ben insisted you didn’t need to stay late with him to do all this paperwork, but you insisted equally as much that you wouldn’t dream of leaving him to do it all himself. Now as Ben skims the monotonous text, signing on lines and initialing boxes, you dig through a seemingly endless database of forms, trying to find the right one. 

You bounce increasingly obscure form titles back and forth for a few minutes. After coming up with nothing, Ben lets out an amiable laugh. He should have expected something that seems straightforward would take at least ten times as long as it should. That’s government for you, that’s what his dad would say. A knock at the door draws both your attention, and Jane pokes her head in awkwardly. She tucks a section of her dark blunt bob behind her ear, then speaks nervously. 

“Uh, hi. My mom sent me,” she says in a quiet, hesitant voice. “She said she’s going to be about half an hour late. There was a problem with some ducks in the forest, or something?” 

Ben smiles at her politely.

“Thanks, Jane.” Ben says politely. Jane nods and leaves quickly, fussing with her short hair. You let out a puff of air from between your lips.

“Even more delays…” you murmur, clicking onto page 23 out of 66 of forms to look through. “How fun.”

Ben chuckles, agreeing as he stands up to stretch his legs. He walks around for a moment, and turns on an extra lamp. It’s starting to get dark out, and the last thing either of you need right now is eye strain. Wait, it’s already getting dark out? He stops in his tracks.

“Shit.” He mutters, reaching for his phone on the table. He completely forgot about dinner with Audrey, but he has to find these forms and get them filled out tonight. You try not to look like you're listening too closely as the phone rings, but Audrey’s voice is quite hard to ignore. Before he can greet her, she’s already demanding to know where he is and why he’s late.

“No, no. I- I didn’t forget. I… well… uh, no. It’s-” Ben rambles around Audrey’s interjections. He gets up, pacing around a little, and walking across the room away from you. He doesn’t want you to have to hear this. 

“We’re just running behind. No- No! I would never intentionally… stand you up… I-” 

“Right!” Audrey snaps on the other end, forcing a smile. “Well then. Maybe we should just cancel!” 

“Wh- uh, okay. I- I’ll make it up to you. We can… uh, later this week? We’ll - before the next tourney meet? I…” 

Ben sighs and pulls his phone away, looking at the screen. Call ended. He walks back over to the table, sitting down to continue trudging through the task at hand. You wordlessly slide a teacup over toward him, the colorful porcelain filled with warm chai, perfectly sweetened. He cracks a smile, and accepts the cup. 

“Thanks, bunny.” He says quietly. You hum warmly in response. You settle back into your comfortable silence, trudging through forms and digging through documents. As you sit across from each other, the pile of completed paperwork steadily grows taller. Hours pass, and you don’t realize how late it is until you’re finally ready to call it quits for tonight. You stumble through your bedtime routine, grateful that you have your muscle memory to carry you through. As soon as your head hits your soft pillow… nothing happens. You toss and turn for a few minutes, trying to get comfortable, then let out an irritated sigh. You managed to get through such a long day and mountains of paperwork, and you still can’t sleep. 

In the opposite wing of the dorms, Ben has no trouble winding down. He’s cozy in his silky royal blue and daffodil yellow sheets, and he’s satisfied with a long day of hard, productive work. He lets out a soft breath, feeling himself teetering on the brink of sleep. Then he hears his door creak open. Soft, muffled footsteps creep across the wood floor, then grow silent as they meet the expansive carpet covering the majority of the floor. He doesn’t move, doesn’t open his eyes, but he can feel someone crouching next to his bed. 

“...Ben?”

He cracks a smile at the sound of your voice, how quiet and tiny you sound in the lateness of the night. You smile a little too when you see him fighting a little grin. After a moment, he answers. 

“Yes bunny?”

“Are you asleep?” You ask carefully. You wait in the darkness for him to answer. 

“Yes.” 

You smile at his sarcastic response, letting out a little breathy giggle through your nose. You kick off your bunny slippers - complete with little tophats - and crawl into bed next to Ben. He’s already scooching over and lifting up the blankets for you, pulling them over your shoulders the way he knows you like. 

He doesn’t need to ask if you couldn’t sleep, he already knows you couldn’t. You’ve been doing this, sneaking in for sleepovers when insomnia gets the best of you, for as long as he can remember. Something about his presence comforts you, relaxes you through even the longest, most never ending nights. No matter how tired he is, he’s always happy to be there for you on nights like tonight, he’s always happy to keep you warm and talk you to sleep. 

And that’s just what he does. He lets you lead the conversation, rambling about whatever springs to mind, emptying out your brain so you can rest. He’d like to think he knows you pretty well by now. He knows just what to do to help you settle down, to give you the best chance of having a restful night. It’s no surprise to him that you mostly seem to be thinking about the Isle kids. 

“I mean, this is real. Our actions mean they get a chance at a better life.” You mutter drowsily. Your cheek is squished against his pillow and your words are heavy with fatigue. Ben can’t help but think it makes your Wonderland accent that much… cuter. 

“Yeah,” He agrees. He traces his hand along your back soothingly. He glances down and notices you’re wearing the white button down shirt you sometimes wear as a pajama top. He asked you about it once, and you said it made you think of him. He smiles a little as he settles back into his pillows.

“I just hope they’ll be able to assimilate well.” You say, a tone of worry now present in your words. “The only thing worse than doing nothing would be having their decisions made for them because of social pressure…” 

“We’ll keep a close eye out for that.” Ben says. His voice is husky and drowsy. It fills you with warmth, with an appreciation for him and the way he stays up with you even though you know how tired he must be. You nod a little, then find yourself rambling again. 

“I just wish there was a way to guarantee that they felt welcome and not… ostracized.” You mumble. You inch closer to him, snuggling into his warm chest and listening to his soothing heartbeat. It speeds up almost imperceptibly as you do.

“Make sure they know that we know them as people. As individuals, and not just…” You continue, cutting yourself off with a yawn. You stretch a little as you do, then curl back up. Ben looks down at you, smiling a little at how sweet you are, at how clingy you get when you’re sleepy. 

“As the children of their parents…” You finish. Ben hums in agreement. He notices how heavy your eyes are getting, how your speech is slowing, how the flow of your thoughts have gone from a fully blasting garden hose to a subtly dripping kitchen sink. You’re about to fall asleep, which means he can let himself sleep too. He couldn’t have gone to bed before now if he wanted to. If he knows you can’t sleep, he won’t be able to either. But feeling your soft breaths across his skin, feeling the way your chest rises and falls as his hand lays comfortingly on your side, knowing that you’re warm and safe here, with him… Ben feels more relaxed than he has in a long time. Probably since… the last time you couldn’t sleep. 

Sometimes when it’s just the two of you like this, all drowsy and late at night, in the moments before he falls asleep, Ben sometimes gets… weird thoughts. Weird, random, impulsive thoughts that are not at all like him. Totally out of left field stuff, like… wanting to kiss you. Like, really, really wanting to kiss you. Sometimes that turns into wanting to hold you, too. And not like this, not holding you platonically, like a best friend, but… holding you a different way. Maybe wanting to hold you tight in his arms, and lay you down in his big, silky bed, and… 

Ben squeezes his eyes shut tight for a moment before relaxing his face. He puts a manual stop to that train of thought, absolutely refusing to let it continue anymore. He won’t entertain it, he won’t let it heat up his cheeks anymore. He doesn’t like thinking things like that about anyone, and he certainly won’t let himself think anything like that about you. He sighs softly. These crazy thoughts will be gone by the morning. They always are. They have to be. 

Besides, it’s so late, he won’t even remember this by the time he wakes up. That’s what he always tells himself. The last thing he would never admit to anyone - not even to himself - surfaces right before he falls asleep. It must be the late hour, where everything vulnerable feels completely abstract and intangible, but he thinks it’s a lot easier to stop himself from thinking those things about Audrey than it is to stop thinking those things about you. 

While you and Ben drift off to sleep, safe and sound in each other’s arms, someone else is wide awake. Sitting in the dorm she shares with Evie, Mal sits on her bed, scouring her spell book exactly like she’s been doing since Ben left earlier that afternoon. After hours of hitting brick wall after brick wall, Mal is met with the back cover of the book. Again. She lets out a frustrated noise, and flips back to the beginning.

“There’s not a single love spell in this whole fucking book!” She exclaims. She looks over the first few pages, reading them more closely in hopes that she somehow missed something. Evie sits across the room in front of a lit up mirror, plucking meticulously at her eyebrows. 

“Are we…” She winces, then inspects her skin and eyebrows again. “Are we sure we need a love spell?” 

Mal rolls her eyes at the question. Yes, obviously they need a love spell. Evie is oblivious to her irritation, and continues thinking out loud around her careful use of the sharp tweezers in her hand. 

“I could… just work my charm on him. All it would take is one look into my…” Another wince. “Hypnotizing eyes, and he’d be wrapped around my finger.”

She leans back, taking a final look at her work, more satisfied with her appearance now. 

“I mean, he’s not really my type, but…” she shrugs, and looks at Mal, waiting for some kind of reaction from her. Mal doesn’t look up at Evie’s eyebrows, she just keeps digging through her book and ignoring the sound of Carlos and Jay playing videogames.

“No, we need a spell. This has to work. It has to be foolproof.” 

Evie grabs a jade roller and some hydrating gel. She still can’t believe how amazing the makeup and the skincare in Auradon is. She hasn’t seen one half wilted aloe plant, and this gel is infused with roses from Aurora’s moors, glacier water from Arendelle, and caviar fished from the Caribbean. She can’t wait to get her hands on a decent blush, and a lip liner that doesn’t double as eyeliner and an eyebrow pencil. 

Evie notices the scowl on Mal’s face as she hunches over the spell book. Normally she would scold Mal for making faces that will give her wrinkles, but now that she has her hands on retinol, hyaluronic acid, and hydrocolloid patches, she can fix any stress wrinkles Mal brings upon herself. After what feels like an eternity of searching the same pages over and over, something catches Mal’s eye, causing her to stop in her tracks. It’s more of her mothers rambling annotations and scrawled notes, this time on the topic of hypnosis. 

Hypnosis can be useful as long as you’re stealthy with it. Jafar got sloppy, he kept hypnotizing that stupid sultan over and over, not bothering to use hypnosis for it’s true purpose - a means to an end. If you’re an evil genius like I am, and you use hypnosis sparingly, no one will be the wiser. Don’t get me started on that oversized calamari - Ursula has to be the best example of what not to do when you’re hypnotizing a bonehead prince to make him think he’s in love with you. Something as easily breakable as a necklace? Please. Besides, everyone knows the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach. 

Her mother’s scratchy handwriting goes on for a while, some anecdote about her and Mal’s father, something she’d rather not read. Ever. She thinks back to what Evie said about wrapping Ben around her finger, and in one desperately needed moment of clarity, everything falls into place. A plan begins to form in her mind. 

“This… this could work.” She says. Those three, quietly spoken words get the attention of everyone in the room. Evie sets down her gua sha stone, and Carlos pauses their videogame. They all walk over, hesitant and eager to hear what Mal figured out. Mal lets out a laugh of disbelief. It seems so simple now, she wonders why she didn’t think of it sooner. She can just hypnotize Ben into falling in love with her. She can trick him into thinking that he loves Mal more than he’s ever loved Audrey, then - boom! Front row seats to coronation, which means front row seats to stealing the wand out from under their noses. 

While Mal silently hashes out the details so she can tell her friends, Evie inspects her cuticles. She really should push them back. She stands up, grabbing a cuticle pusher and an orange wood stick from her pencil cup before making her way back over to Mal’s bed. As the three of them wait with bated breath, Mal looks over the hypnosis spell again and again. After a few moments, she tucks a piece of paper between the pages, marking her spell to reference later. She slams the book shut, and looks up at her friends.

“Come on guys. Let’s go bake some cookies.”

[3viltwins]

God Help The Sinner

a/n: MDNI 18+ only. first work. more to come.

w/c: 2723

t/w: k!dnapping and fr33 use. only official warnings you'll get sluts. with love, 3viltwins.

God help the sinner.

The night had been rough and it was currently 3:13 a.m. with no chance of recovering. My car slowly came to a stop outside of the gas pump to the far right of the gas station. Upon immediately returning from paying inside, what looks to be 6 bikers, come rolling in from the far entrance. I realized very suddenly that I was the only person there besides the ancient cashier lady 100 ft away from me. A small shot of panic rushes through my veins as my eyes dart to the gas that’s barely begun pumping. One of the bikers rides up to me and revs his engine a little bit. Yeah, it takes so much talent to rev your loud ass engine at 3 am.

 I’m starting to get more nervous as the agonizing seconds tick by. Through the corner of my eye, I see a tall figure dressed in all black stare at me through a helmet that looks like it was crafted from the darkest obsidian. Its sleek edges slice through the cool air with the precision of a predator on the hunt. Matte black, it drinks in the light, swallowing it whole, leaving only the suggestion of its contours in its wake. But it's not just its ominous appearance that commands attention; it's the air of danger that surrounds it, an aura that sends shivers down my spine and down to my core. Amidst its intimidating allure, there's an undeniable magnetism that draws the eye, like my moth to his flame. A paradox that both thrills and terrifies me in equal measure. 

But I needed to get home and I couldn’t be expected to trust the situation at hand. I plastered my most polite, kiss-ass smile onto my face and quickly climbed into my car. The biker that was previously staring at me stood up and ate up the distance between us quicker than I could process. He made two distinct knocks on my window even with his gloved hands. My doors were locked but I rolled down the window just a couple of inches to see what he needed. 

He took off his concealing helmet and his raven-black hair cascaded like silken waves around his chiseled features. He is sexy. I noticed his devilish smile immediately, framed with lips that seem sculpted for sin. His piercing eyes found mine instantly; they radiate a magnetic intensity that lowers my defenses and draws me in. As he speaks, his voice resonates with a husky timbre that sends a jolt of arousal through me.

 “Well, what do we have here? A pretty little thing like you all alone at a gas station in the dead of night?” Each word drips with intoxicating temptation, weaving a spell that ensnares the senses and leaves you yearning for more. But it's not just his captivating gaze or his velvet voice that sets him apart; it's the way he moves, with the fluid grace of a predator stalking its prey. I smirk at the compliment but the deep underlying message of that sentence suddenly fills me with dread about what’s to come. I reply cautiously. “Excuse me?” He bends down to the window a bit more and silkily replies. “You heard me. You didn’t have to fill up your tank, baby. After all, you’re coming home with me.” 

I swiftly roll up the window and put the car in drive. I quickly gain speed and notice all of the individual bikers are staring at me but the only one haunting me still was him. As I drive back to my house, he’s all that’s infiltrating my mind. I almost couldn’t believe it when something started rapidly accelerating, coming up behind me at what looked like a felony speed. I gulped. And it was already too late. I was in a one lane road and he cut in one the side going the opposite direction before advancing quickly in front of me. 

I slammed on my brakes as hard as I could and swerved to the side of the road but before I could even think about driving off, he was parked right outside my car’s door. He broke the glass with a metal device I didn’t quite see. In a second or less, the door was ripped open and I was scrambling against his arms, crying out to be let go. 

He barely struggled to get me out of the car and was pinning me to the ground with his knees and hands. He put what felt like zip-ties around my wrists, bound behind my back. He yanked me up easily and threw me over his shoulder and I screamed bloody murder. It sounded like there was a satanic ritual happening and I was his offering. 

He paid no attention and when my throat ran dry, quiet sobs escaped my mouth. I heard him say, “Sorry sweetheart, no one’s coming to save you. So save your breath.”

  “Why are you doing this to me? What kind of sick game are you playing?!” 

  “Just keep quiet and do as you’re told. Trust me, it’ll be easier for both of us that way.” He set me down roughly and I almost tried to run away but his painful grip on my arm was leaving bruises.  “You’re crazy if you think I’m going anywhere with you.” I spat out.  He steps closer and towers over me. His voice is low and dangerous as he threatens me. 

“Crazy or not, you don’t have much of a choice. So, be a good girl and don’t make this any harder than it needs to be.” I broke. The tears flooded down my face as I came to understand the reality of the situation. “Now, let’s get going before I lose my fucking patience.” He puts me on the front of his bike and I’m forced to lean back on him for support. He puts his bike in gear and takes off, making me jolt backwards from the sheer force. He keeps his left hand around my waist, further digging my ass into his crotch. My hands shift uncomfortably behind me and I feel his toned stomach beneath the fabric of his hoodie. He goes fast and the adrenaline pumps through me vigorously. The cold air floods around me and I can’t help but shiver against him. I remember how many miles we go and how many turns we make. But then we arrived at the first location.

I got off the bike as soon as he put the kickstand down and started running into the woods as fast as humanly possible. With a curse under his breath, the biker leaps from his bike, the ground crunching beneath his boots as he gives chase. The branches clawed at his skin as he plunged deeper into the woods, the adrenaline coursing through his veins driving him forward. He could hear my labored breaths up ahead, the sound, a haunting melody, spurring him on. Branches snapped beneath his feet as he closed the distance between us easily, his heart pounding in anticipation. And then, just as suddenly as he had appeared, I stumbled, my foot catching on a root hidden in the darkness. With a cry of pain, I tumbled to the forest floor, my body crashing against the unforgiving earth. The biker skids to a halt beside me, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he reaches out to me, and grabs my face roughly. 

"Are you okay?" he asked, his voice hard with concern as he gazed at me. I don’t answer but instead I twist my body so I’m sitting up and then I made a terrible decision. I spit in his fucking face. He didn’t take kindly to that, like I’d planned. 

My head jerked to the side, with a fresh handprint left on my right cheek. The biker’s muscular frame rose up to a stand and I saw every inch of fabric hug his lean, solid physique with a seductive precision, accentuating his commanding presence. The air around him crackles with electricity in his presence, charged with the promise of danger and desire. He is the embodiment of temptation incarnate. 

He picked me up and put me over his shoulder once again and gave my ass a sharp slap that caused me to squirm in his arms. My head was getting dizzy from being upside down but I couldn’t do anything to stop what he was doing to me. We arrived at the abandoned building, I assumed, because he stopped at the flickering light above the door with a broken lock. It only took a second before we were inside and he was setting me down upon the cold cement flooring. My head is aching from the change in pressure.  My eyes are flickering in and out of focus roughly when he finally clears the silence. 

“Relax sweetheart. Just thought we could have a little fun away from prying eyes.” Tears began infiltrating my eyes and running down my crimson cheeks against my will. “Fun?” I croak. “This looks more like the setting to a horror movie than a fun time.” He chuckles darkly and replies, “Don’t be so uptight, baby, that’ll only make this harder for you…I can show you a side of life you’ve only experienced in that pretty little head of yours.” 

I’m full on sobbing at this point but he doesn’t care. It only makes him more aroused to see me in so much distress. He roughly dragged me up so I was on my knees right in front of his crotch. Flares were going off in my head but his hand was digging into my right shoulder blade, keeping me pinned. I’m going to have his hand print bruised into my skin tomorrow. If I make it to tomorrow. His left hand glides to his zipper and he slowly lowers his pants. 

“God, the way you look right now has my dick pounding so fucking hard.” I only whimper in response before he’s releasing his cock from the restraint of his underwear and pants. “Now open that pretty little mouth like the good girl I know you’re dying to be.” He’s saying all the right things…

He starts slowly, letting me fully work my tongue and mouth around him. After he’s good and wet, he plunges half his length down my throat harshly and spits out softly, “I’m sorry baby, I couldn’t help myself. You just feel so damn good..” My breath catches up as he slips himself in and out in a rhythmic motion. He’s big. I allow my eyes to close while I focus on what I’m doing when he suddenly grabs my chin, causing my eyes to meet his again. “Eyes on me, princess. I want to see you being undone..” Tears are rolling down my eyes and into my mouth and circling around his cock. He jerks himself inside me and I’m almost taking all of him when he fully pulls out of my mouth.

 I was just getting used to him filling my throat and his absence pains me more than I can admit. He sees it on my face too and lets out a laugh in response. He drops to his knees in front of me before I can process it and grabs my neck in his hand. His fingers press harshly at the sides of my neck, filling my head with a delicious hypoxia I didn’t know I craved. 

Our mouths connected in a millisecond and I found myself kissing him back as he forcibly shoved his tongue in my mouth while still choking me. He dominated my mouth and I felt something like desire burn through me. The fingers of his spare hand trailed the waistband of my jeans until he unbuttoned and unzipped them. I kept whispering, “No,no,no,no,no…” against his lips. But he just whispered back, “Yes,yes,yes,yes,yes…” 

Our bodies moved against each other and we couldn’t be closer. I don’t know what he did to me but I came to realize I was deriving pleasure from the intensity. In any other circumstance, this would have been my wildest fantasy. But he was my kidnapper..why was I falling for his seductive act? His hand was in my pants and dipping in between my legs when I involuntarily thrusted into his hand. A groan escaped his mouth and died on my lips. His fingers slipped between my wet cunt causing something primal to consume him.

 “Look how wet you are…you’re not supposed to like this you know..” I whimpered in his lips; it was the only response I would allow myself to give him. It’s like a fire, the way he’s touching me. A burning, insatiable flame that consumes every thought and every breath I can give. When he looks at me, it’s as if his eyes trace the curves of my soul, unraveling every hidden desire within me. I’m not supposed to like this. His words sliced through the air like ominous bell chimes. Each note whispered of forbidden desires, stirring a primal hunger within me, as if daring me to succumb to the intoxicating allure of his sin. He undresses me all the way, tearing at my clothes like they were committing a crime for being on my body.

 As our lips collided, ravishing each other as our only salvation, he uttered under his breath, “You’re…everything. Mine. All mine.” With a trembling breath I replied hotly, “Mhm..” Nothing could stop his desire then. As he reached into his pants, my breath caught in my throat, adrenaline flooding my veins with fear. Every nerve on edge, I braced myself for the worst as he dragged a sharp knife from his pants and released the blade. I gasped.

He moved the knife to my wrists and to my surprise, he only cut open the bind’s restraining them. “Don’t even think about running away, baby..” Before the fear even got the chance to leave my body, his knife was pointing at my throat. The look on his face was daring me to disobey him. “Lay back now, baby.” The knife followed me as I was put on full display for him. He quickly pumped his cock a few times before lining it up at my entrance. His blade lightly dug into my throat, leaving a threatening sensation in my body. 

He pushed into me and I moaned as he let out a husky, “Fuck.” He started working himself in and out, trying to fit all of himself inside my tight cunt. My arms went to the back of his neck and I gripped his hair while he fucked me thoughtless. I didn’t think about how he had threatened me. Or how he kidnapped me and forced himself on me. I didn’t even think about going home or if that was even a possibility for me anymore. My thoughts were consumed by him and what he was doing to me and the sharp blade of metal keeping death close like an old friend. 

He sped up as he thrusted into me and I could tell he was about to come undone. But he slowed down drastically and threw his knife to the side with a sharp clatter. He took one hand and placed it beside my head on the cement for support. Just the tip of his cock resided in me and I groaned at the suddenness of his actions. He took his other hand and started circling his thumb on my clit, making me moan sharply. With the extra stimulation, I was thrown over the top and he plunged into me fully.

 “That’s it baby, that’s it.” The knot low in my stomach came unraveled and I clenched, fully milking his cock. He drove himself inside me one final time before cumming deep inside my cunt. We came down from our euphoric high together and he kissed me roughly one final time before declaring with a sinister smile, “You’re still coming home with me though.” We disappeared into the late night together and I felt the pull of desire clawing at me as I craved his touch again. I found a forbidden ecstasy, as I willingly surrendered to the allure of captivity and the lust that follows...

[hellfireghoul]

The New Fifth Year

part 2

ominis gaunt x f!slytherin Reader

(hogwarts legacy)

I’ve been spelling ominis’s name wrong throughout this entire thing I’m very sorry

summary: You spend some one on one time with Ominous in the Slytherin Common Room after your potions lesson.

(i am so bad at writing summaries please forgive me for the moment)

disclaimer: I haven’t played chess in years and some shit I mention may be wrong okie thank you warnings: None, maybe reader being a tiny tiny bit mean

words: 1.7k

read part 1 here The afternoon was drawing to a close when you returned, alone, to the Slytherin Common Room that day after your positively disastrous potions lesson. Sebastian had to stay behind for the detention he’d earned himself in potions, and Ominous had kept quiet as you were leaving, and seemed to speed off in the opposite direction of the common room. You’d assumed he just had somewhere he needed to be.

The common room was quiet when you entered, apart from two first years bickering, playing chess in the main sitting area. You smiled at them weakly as you passed, but they didn’t meet your eye, too busy pointing furiously at the board exclaiming “it’s your turn to move!”.

You aimed for the seat in the corner next to the grand arched windows that looked out below the lake’s surface, giving you a wonderful view of the creatures and plant life that reside in the water. The teal colour of the water cast a beautiful tinge of blue into the common room. Setting yourself down, you shuffled to get comfy and started to pull your Charms textbook out of your bag, figuring you’d do a small amount of revising whilst it’s quiet.

Although this quiet didn’t last for long.

As soon as you’d gained your focus, the first years sitting a few feet away from you kept raising their voices and arguing about their chess game. You had tried to ignore it at first, attempting to tune out their whining and arguing, your patience was wearing thin however. 

Your eyes darted up from your book as one of the boys jumped up from his seat, causing his chair to scrape unbearably loud against the stone floor, and the ear piercing sound rattled through the dungeon like an earthquake. 

“You can’t move that way!” The first year screeched, pointing once again indignantly at the chess board between the two boys. 

“My knight is blocking your pawn, you can’t move past me.”

You took an inhale of breath, attempting to regain your focus and your patience. You shifted once again in your seat, and resumed your chapter on “Simple Summoning Charms”, and tried not to think too hard about jinxing both boys with a silencing spell.

It was the second boy who raised his voice this time. 

“Ha! You see, my King can now move past your Knight!” Exclaimed the second, rather small framed boy. 

This was incorrect, and you’d grown very tired at this point listening to them bickering and being completely incorrect in their incessant arguing. 

Throwing your textbook with a great thud to the side, you marched onto your feet, striding across the common room to the two boys who were oblivious you’d even moved from your spot in the corner.

They continued arguing until you rounded on their table, resting both your hands just to the side of their wizarding chess board.

“Right, you,” you snapped, pointing towards the black pieces on the chess board the small framed boy sat at. 

“You, your King cannot move past his Knight. His Knight however, can do this.” And without any hesitation, you pulled your wand out of your robes and give it a tiny swish. The white Knight piece edged forward one, taking his tiny axe and smashing the black King piece to smithereens, and then proceeded to move even further forward to the next square. The small Knight figure looked very pleased with himself at this triumph.

“And then,” you continued, in a still very impatient tone. “You can move here.” You flicked your wand again almost violently, allowing the black Queen to move diagonally a pace and taking the white Knight, meaning the black pieces were triumphant. 

Both boys stared up at you, in an air of shock and fury for interrupting and spoiling their game. Their mouths were slightly agape, and you leaned back off of the table to find they weren’t the only ones you’d caught the attention of.

To your left, Ominous stood a few feet away, smirking as he seemed to have been listening to the entire interaction. He looked somewhat impressed, alongside extremely amused.

You crossed your arms as you noticed him, and turned your attention back to the two now very disgruntled first years. 

“I suggest you two start reading up on wizard’s chess before you start playing another game.” You stated sharply, before turning on your heel and heading back over to your now designated spot by the window.

You pulled your book back onto your lap and quickly flicked through the pages, trying to find where you were last reading. 

Your head down, you only noticed someone had come to join you by their shadow blocking your light, and you looked up to find a gentle faced Ominous.

“May I join you?” He asked, politely.

“Of course,” you replied, as much as you were in a slightly irritated mood, you must admit you’d found Ominous’s presence relaxing thus far.

You returned to your book for a second, but then stopped when you realised Ominous hadn’t said another word. You glanced up, and saw him smirking out of the window looking into the lake. 

“What are you smirking at?” You asked, the corners of your mouth also twitching into a small smile yourself. Some of your fellow Slytherins had begun funnelling through into the common room now, signalling that lessons for the day were well and truly finished. 

“Oh, nothing. It’s just sometimes, mermaids will come along here, right up to the glass.” Ominous said, his voice laced with a trace of sarcasm.

You narrowed your eyes.

“Mermaids wouldn’t venture this close to the castle Ominous, they much prefer their solitude, I’m not completely naïve.” You responded, in half laughter at the boys weak attempt to fool you.

However, this seemed to be the exact response Ominous was looking for.

His sly smirk relaxed into a wide grin.

“You are not,” He began, “but they most certainly are.” Ominous turned his head gently in the direction of the first years you’d just been speaking to. You couldn’t help but follow suit now and grin along with him, your eyes widening slightly shocked at this sudden mischievous streak Ominous was displaying. 

“You wouldn’t.” You started in a whisper, but before he could answer, Ominous was calling over the two first year boys with a slight raised voice.

Your eyes darted over to the pair, as they both whipped round to see who was calling them. They looked nervous, and you couldn’t tell if it was because they were being addressed directly by a fifth year or because they saw you again. 

Ominous beckoned them over with a finger, and the two boys seemed to glance at each other before cautiously heading over to the seats by the window.

“Have the two of you ever seen a mermaid?” Ominous asked, politely. You were watching in a mix of horror and admiration.

Both boys shook their heads, the smaller of the two seeming to relax more once he realised Ominous’s kinder nature. 

“No! Never! I’d love to see one though!” The boy chirped, and Ominous smiled.

“Well, you see them here sometimes, they come right up to the glass, don’t they Y/N?”

And Ominous turned directly towards you, and you sat up quickly as if you were standing to attention and nodded.

“Oh yeah, I’ve seen them loads of times!” You kept nodding as if it was going to make you more convincing.

The two first years looked stunned with excitement.

“It requires patience, but if you want to catch a glimpse of one, I’d sit in that window,” and he nodded his head towards the other bay window towards the left corner of the room. 

“And make sure you don’t move. They can appear and be gone in a flash, it’s very easy to miss them.” Ominous continued, a smile threatening on his face now.

The first years nodded, seeming to hang on to his every word, and with that, they quickly scrambled over to the bay window to the left of you both. You could hear them whispering to each other excitedly. 

You turned back to Ominous, shocked and a grin forming on your face at once, causing your mouth to sit slightly open.

“Well, I didn’t see that coming.” You laughed, and Ominous smiled once again.

“Why not?” 

“Didn’t strike you as the type to be mischievous and - oh Merlin, are we horrible?!” You said, turning again to glance at the two young students who were now glued to the glass.

Ominous laughed gently at this, and you couldn’t help but smile along.

“I do it with at least one group of first years every year, it’s always amusing to listen to their wild theories whilst they argue who gets to be pressed against the window. Plus, they were being very inconsiderate earlier.” 

You bit your lip.

“Yes, but I do feel a little bad now, ruining their game.” You admitted.

“They have to learn somehow, Y/N.” Ominous reassured you with a smile. 

This was a new side of him you were seeing, and you had to admit you were quite fond of it.

Ominous asked what you were reading, and you wondered to yourself briefly how he knew you had a book. You kept the question to yourself.

“Oh, “Simple Summoning Charms.” You read your chapter header aloud.

“Ah,” he smiled. “Enjoyed Charm’s class today then?” 

“I did! But I definitely need more practise if I want to catch up to everyone.” You remarked. “I don’t really have anywhere to practise outside of class, so at the moment this is my best option.” You tapped the book gently.

“You know there might be somewhere you could practise your wand work and casting, away from prying eyes.” Ominous began thoughtfully.

“Oh really? Is there some sort of secret Hogwarts room I don’t know about?” You laughed, soon realising there was probably half a dozen more than you could count, and you felt a little stupid.

Ominous didn’t focus on this, instead he smiled, and then you realised.

“Oh Merlin, the time!” You exclaimed, checking your watch and jumping to your feet at once.

“I said I’d go meet Sebastian after his detention from potions. I better head over there, I suppose I’ll see you at dinner?” You said all of this very fast, and Ominous looked slightly taken a back by your abrupt departure. 

“Oh, um - yes of course. Speak to you soon.” The boy smiled weakly. 

And you hurried off down the common room towards the stone staircase, and he heard you disappear out of reach once again. 

[unsleepingtales]

Finale Time!!! This is a LONG one containing many emotions. Thank you for bearing with me through all of these reaction posts lol. See you next season. <3

Ooh only episode of the season to have the content warning in the episode not just in the description

They all look so cool!!

Return of stupendous stoats :)

Siobhan <3

The time you have left is such an ominous way to put that thanks!

Yayyyyyy

That’s just gonna be an existential crisis every time they say it

This is fun. They’re besties

Brennan is really hitting the murder bits

This is old Tutu coming back lol

Actually???

This radio bit is unhinged and I love it

I love her

Oh fuck shit pants motherfuck

He’s leaning SO hard into the contrast between the desire for peace and the murderous bloodlust

I do not believe her. I don’t think that’s how people work.

DAMN. That impression is actually really good

I love how you can see the astonishment go from Aabria-as-Tara being impressed to all of them legitimately being impressed

He said the name of the thinggggg

Okay but actually Brennan saying “that’s a pro” probably meant So much to jwc because he’s such a fan of D20 and I’m emotional thinking about it

I have lost track of what’s happening. I’m keeping up with what’s important! But the bits and jokes are so simultaneously interwoven and distracting that I am a bit lost.

(Group laughs at this motivational speech turned threat)

Oh good lord

Is that the map?

Real Pinocchio pole dancing on his nose vibes

DO THEY HAVE THE FORCE???

Yeah it makes sense that if the stoats have magic the humans do too. Or maybe this is Phoebe from inside Wenabocker.

ONE HUNDRED FEET???

The least energetic singing of grease 😂

Oh god

He’s hot 😭

Why did they have to make Wenabocker hot guys.

HELLO?????

What the fuck bitch

Oh my god that is the worst thing I have ever seen.

Well. He’s not hot anymore.

Carlos 😭

Oh my god. Aabria warned us not to eat dinner during the show but jesus

Awww the mini upgrades <3

That’s so sick actually

Brennan is pulling no punches for the finale

Humans don’t have a dick bone but they’re about to! (group laughs at the threat of dick bone violence) Do you have a dick bone inside you? Would you like to??

Oh god Brennan

What does that mean. Aabria. Aabria what does that mean.

Okay. Okay.

There are seams in the mini that remind me of MeatWolf. Does this fucking thing do the ship of theseus thing too. Because I will lose my goddamn mind.

The stroke vibes ARE so real right now Aabria you’re so correct.

I’m so stressed

LUKAS’S HAT

FIFTY DAMAGE BITCH

The art team is knocking it out of the fucking park with the spell effects

Oh right. Guns.

Oh god ouch.

Nice

Aaaaaaaaaaaaa

HAPPY BIRTHDAY?????

Please

Oh no oh no oh no

The only thought you’ve ever had

JESUS

Aabria came for pvp and she is getting it

What the fuck

I’m

upset

About this

HOW is he still up tbh

Oh god

Oh thank god but oh no

The most hollowed out a person has ever been. Oh my god

This is soul crushing.

Aabriaaaaaaaa

Uh oh!

Izzy I think you’re on the right track with the MeatWolf comparison. The mini having seams makes me nervous

Sorry I think Brennan not being able to perform that is actually gonna haunt me more than if he had. Here is this brilliant actor and improviser whom I admire so much and even he is so troubled by this that he cannot fathom how to portray it.

This is fine

Siobhan you’re brilliant actually

Get roasted

Aaaaaaaaa

Why would you provoke him

WHAT

Okay but that bullet is not as small as they’re miming. A bullet from that gun is like the size of a stoat’s hand, minimum

Erika Ishii your mind <3

ONE HUNDRED AND NINE DAMAGE TO. THE GROUND.

Hm. Troubling.

Oh damn okay.

Why the ny accent lmao

Noooooooooooo

Rules lawyers <3

Send the kids to camp!

Ey

Lair action????

Jasper that was the funniest thing I’ve seen in my goddamn life

This fucking map I’m losing it

This is all so upsetting Izzy you’re right.

Fucking shitting fuck Siobhan you’re right.

Siobhan just smiling sadly at Brennan. Augh.

This is all so deeply bad.

Yeah boiiiiii

Aabria asking are you okay. Babe what do you think??

Holy SHIT Rashawn

So many numbers

It would be completely fine if we did crack right now :)

Holy fucking shit what the fuck oh my god he’ll cook in forty minutes oh my god Rashawn Nadine Scott you’re incredible

I would believe that she can use a human gun

OH she’s actually letting her shoot a human gun that’s wild

ANOTHER ONE?

Erika is gonna cry

The dimensional dome I don’t think I’ve ever heard that but I love it so much

This is fucking incredible

WHAT

Viola just fucking killed two humans in one turn and hasn’t even taken her bonus action yet

You ARE so hot.

Ooh Aabria finally gets to do the remaining hit point reveal

YES BITCH KILL THEM ALL

The little sticking of the post it to her forehead <3

(Group applauds Rashawn as they should)

Erika legitimately is near tears god

Oh god

Oh

AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

Oh no

Uh oh?

Uh oh

UH OH

The suicidal ideation is real with this one folks. This is. Bad!

Oh FUCK

Brennan I’m gonna cry

Joining Erika and Jasper in the near tears club

“It’s not obligation. It’s believing that you can put your head up, and look for a day where you won’t be so tired anymore.”

I’ll be honest, I fully paused the episode and cried for a few minutes after that line. I don’t talk about my mental health a ton on here because this is a d&d blog. But that really hit me so hard.

Okay. Going back to rewatch the couple minutes preceding. We’re gonna finish the episode and it’s gonna be fine.

Everyone’s just fucking recovering from that Jesus.

It actually was his birthday??

Okay. Okay okay.

I do not have immense faith in the humans tbh but ok

Jasper

Jasper please

Ooh ok

The WORLD?

Oh good god okay. There’s no way that could go wrong. Yeah okay.

They’re just. Giving it to them? Ok! Cool!

Awww

Aaaaaaaaaa

Sobbing actually

Eyyyyyyyy ok not sobbing anymore

Back in her ho days! Do that lil dance you do!

Blood for the blood gods 😭

Hell yeah Ava. Fix the system.

Hell yeah baby

What

Just straight up. Incredible

(Cast loses it over Jaysohn the Sport Stoat)

THIRTY ONE

They go to the fucking Olympics

BRIGHTER THAN THE SUN SWIFTER THAN THE WIND

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

What a fantastic season. Aabria, thank you for being such an incredible GM. You have once again blown me away. <3

[brunchable]

Into The Looking Glass - Part One || Doctor Strange x Reader.

Word count: 3.6K Brief Summary: Ever since a new relic has been brought into the Sanctum, Stephen get haunted by the same dreams everynight, until he found himself talking to the reflection in the mirror. Warning: First half is in Stephen's POV. Strictly do not: claim, repost, copy, translate my stories anywhere else.A/N: Inspired by JT's Mirror, I Hear a Symphony by Cody Fry and Short K-Film on youtube (I forgot the name but I remembered watching it). This is a Two Part mini series. Also I haven't forgotten about Can't love you in the Dark... I'm still working on it.

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"I used to hear a simple song, that was until you came along. Now in it's place is something new, I hear it when I look at you…"

I arose from my waking dream with beads of sweat clinging to my body. In an effort to regain my breath, I let out a forceful exhalation. It is always that song, accompanied by that sweet voice that seems to entice me to wake up in the middle of the night. I already have the lyrics seared into my memory, since it's always that same line, over and over. I tried searching for the song on Google countless times, but the search engine didn't turn up any results. 

After I had collected myself, I swung his legs over the side of the bed. I had no intention of returning to sleep while the adrenaline was still pumping through my veins.

As I stood up and moved to my dresser to retrieve a shirt, the creaking sound of the wooden floor followed my footsteps. It would serve me better to have just one glass of whisky to dull my senses and put me right back to sleep.

I plop down on my favourite armchair in front of the massive anomaly rue window on the third floor, a spell book in hand to read while I allow time to pass me by. Sirens wail past the street, flashing red and blue against my complexion. It was a cold night and yet the sky was shy of giving snow. In the winter, my grief over the death of my sister resurfaces, making the season almost unbearable to go through.

The whiskey seemed to have done its job, despite fighting it, I felt myself nodding off to sleep. 

"Stephen…" A tender voice, like a harmony of angels called my name,  "Stephen Strange…"

Being half awake, I looked around the room with bloodshot eyes, dubious whether I was dreaming again or not. I pinched myself hard, "Ow!" Okay, I wasn't dreaming.

"Over here, Stephen." The sweet voice beckoned me again and decided to eagerly continue to follow the female voice even though I was uncertain of where it was coming from, "Over here.." 

I stumbled around the dark and stubbed my two, once or twice. But I kept following the voice, the more I got closer, the more it sounded like it was speaking right next to me, it spoke my name for the last time in a whisper, "Stephen~" And I found myself in front of the large mirror almost as tall as I am, hanging on the wall with ebony black frames. 

All became so quiet that I could hear my own breathing synchronising with the ticking of the clock, I could hear the ominous creaking of the wooden frames as they adjusted to the changes in temperature. I felt a pinch in his heart the moment I realised that my reflection in the mirror was missing.

 "What the hell– Oh I'm definitely dreaming right now." I shut and opened his eyes multiple times expecting my reflection to be there, "Wake up Stephen, Come on, wake up!" I smacked my cheeks repeatedly. 

"You can't wake up when you're already awake, silly." A feminine voice giggles, causing me to turn around to find no one there, "In the mirror– always looking into the wrong places." 

I followed the instructions of the voice and found a female in the mirror instead of my own reflection, "Who– What are you?" I furrowed my brows cautiously coming closer and as I did, so did she, and I stepped back.

"I'm your future daughter, obviously from the future." She answered my question openly, her voice sounded clear yet muffled by glass, she probably noticed that pulled a face of doubt, she sighed, "Of course you don't believe me,"

"I'm talking to a reflection inside an ancient artefact that was brought in a few weeks ago, what do you expect?" I paused, posing a secured stance, in case she attacks, "For all I know you could be evil."

She laughed at me, "Where has your attention to detail gone? Look closely, Dad. I am doing exactly what you're doing, I am nothing but a reflection. I can't hurt anyone, I'm not going to jump out of here and strangle you." 

"That is oddly specific but I'll ignore it." I said and then waved my hand to test whether she was telling the truth and then made a couple of stupid moves.

"Stop that, we look like a dumbass." She said in a dead-pan voice.

I stopped, "Alright, fine. But the daughter thing, I find that very hard to believe." I crossed my arms, and so did she, "Tell me something only the people close to me would know."

"You have a third eye."

"What's my pet peeve?"

"People misinterpreting our last name for the actual word– it's my pet peeve too." 

I tapped my chin, she was getting all the answers correct but I wasn’t satisfied yets, "Tell me my favourite magic spell."

"You create magical clones of your body to fight for you when things get a bit rough." She sighed, "What more evidence do you need?"

I frowned when she got that question right once again, "If you really are from the future, tell me something that will happen with the exact date and exact time." 

"Later today, December 22, 2025, at about 8:20pm the first snow will finally fall and I also know that you find that barista at Stan's Coffee, cute. Do you need help getting a date with her?" She asked and I immediately felt embarrassed that she spoke of the truth, so I tried to play it cool.

"I don't have time for dates–" 

"Oh Dad, get your head out of the gutter. You can't fool me." The girl rolled her eyes at me, "Plus, I think you should ask her out on a date when the first snow falls, it'll be romantic!"

"Is she going to be your Mom?" I squinted my eyes, I could already smell what she was up to.

"I'm not telling you." She pressed her lips tightly together, "So do you want to get her number or not? I'll tell you how." 

I hummed as I thought about it, "Fine, how?"

"Yes!" She cheered and I imagined her pumping her fists in the air in my head, "You're a regular there so I'm assuming you guys have had small talk every now and then, correct?"

"Correct."

"Alright, next time you buy coffee, ask her what her preferences are… say 'So, Coffee, Tea, or maybe a date with me?' and just be yourself!" She advised me and I couldn’t help but snort out into a laugh at how cringey that sounded.

"I am not going to say that to her." I shook my head. 

"I already know what's going to happen and if you go about your traditional ways, you're going to blow it." Her voice became monotone and her facial expressions dead-pan, "Just trust me. It's going to work." 

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America carried the paper bag filled with groceries close to her body whilst walking beside me. She practically begged me to walk home instead of using a portal. None of us spoke with one another because I was too occupied thinking about what the reflection told me and I could guess that America was busy thinking about the delicious roast pork that I said I was going to cook when we got home. 

As we were passing by Stan's Coffee by the corner and then I saw her, the barista whom I was taking interest in, "Want to grab some coffee?" I asked America out of the blue and she didn't even think twice to nod yes.

"But won't we be late for dinner?" She followed my direction and entered through the automatic doors. 

"Nah."

My senses were immediately overwhelmed by the enticing scent of the roasted coffee. The atmosphere was filled with a smell that was intense while still being warm and welcoming, and it caused my taste buds to ache for the dark and smooth coffee that I craved. I approached the counter and with my luck, she was the first to approach and serve me.

"Good Afternoon guys, what can I get for you?" She asked in a bubbly tone, she was always so welcoming and kind towards the customers. I thought she was a ball of sunshine and that's why I found her cute.

"Can I please get an americano and a butterscotch latté?" I ordered while gazing up at the menu overhead.

"I'm going to find a seat." America mumbled at me and carried the groceries with her towards the nearest table.

"Is that all for today?" She smiled and looked up at me. In the back of my mind, the words of the reflection who claims to be my daughter in the future echoed in my mind.

"Actually, I have a question.." I trailed off and the woman's brows quirked up.

"Yeah sure, I'll try my best to answer it." 

"I want to know whether you prefer Tea, Coffee… or possibly a date with me?" I eased in with the last choice since I wasn't sure if she was going to take it well.

She dropped her head as she exhaled a small chuckle, "Wow, I wasn't expecting that at all." She hid her smile behind her hand.

I laughed along with her, feeling pretty anxious internally, "So what’s your preference?" 

She nodded slowly, unable to hold back a giggle as she grabbed a post-it note from her pocket and wrote her number before handing it over to me, "I finish at seven, let’s have dinner. Stephen right? I’ll bring the beverages to you when it’s ready." 

My smile grew wider into a toothy grin as I took the piece of paper from her, "Awesome, I'll see you then." 

America saw and felt the shift in my aura as I sat down in front of her, "I smell something fishy going on… Why are you smiling from ear to ear?" She squinted her eyes at me because not too long ago I looked too deep into my seasonal depression.

“Nothing.” I shook my head and discreetly shoved the piece of paper in my pocket, “Can’t I be happy for having coffee?”

“Do you really expect me to believe that?” She leaned in from across the table, “You, Doctor Strange? Smiling like a Cheshire cat over coffee? Judgement day must be coming soon.” 

The smile disappeared from my face as she was starting to make fun of me, “There, the smile is off. Judgement day postponed.”

America snorted into a short laugh and shook her head, “Lighten up, Stephen. I’m just teasing!” 

“Butterscotch latte?” She approached our table with beverages in hand, America’s face lit up at the sight of her favourite drink and raised her hand, “and the americano.” She placed my mug in front of me.

“Thank you.” I looked up at her, making sure to put a smile on my face and she returned it with her own pretty smile.

“I’ll see you later.” She said and walked away to get back to work shyly.

America’s mouth hung agape and slowly turned her head and surprised gaze towards me, “Coffee huh?” She referred back to my lame excuse after finding out the actual reason behind my smile.

“Shut it, just drink your cavity drink.”

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“So… I’m assuming by that big smile on your face that you went on a date with her?” My daughter wiggled her brows, seemingly excited to hear all about what happened tonight.

Late at night, at approximately the same time every night, I find myself talking to the image of my daughter that is reflected in this mirror. I went on a date and got home pretty late because it went really well, better than I expected, only I didn’t kiss her goodbye when I took her home, I felt like it was too early for that.

“Yeah I did, but America wasn’t too pleased since she couldn’t have the roast pork I promised I would cook for her and had pizza for dinner instead.” 

She softly laughed, “She’ll get over it. So, tell me all about her, Dad.” She anticipated from the otherside as I tried to formulate words to start with.

“Well. She was shy at first but she eventually came out of her shell. We had a whole debate about whether being short is better than being tall—she was great company, I really had fun. She has this habit of pushing her glasses from the side of the frame, which was very random for me to notice.” I chuckled to myself, I might’ve counted the times she pushed her glasses back since they kept slipping from her small nose.

She didn’t interrupt me once while I was blabbering about my date, instead she kept this soft genuine smile that made me feel like my heart was melting. I stared at her unmoving figure since I wasn’t moving and broke the short silence that fell between us, “How did you know it was going to snow?” 

We walked side by side, our shoulders touching every now and then when I moved to make way for other people on the sidewalk, then suddenly, she stopped walking, “Oh my goodness, look.” She pointed to the dark sky as different sized fluff of snow fell from it, “I’ve been waiting for some snow to come, it’s pretty late this year.”

“Huh.” I said to myself and pulled my coat sleeve up slightly to find that the time was 8.20pm, “So she wasn’t lying…” 

“Who wasn’t lying?” She gave me a funny look, I wasn’t aware I was speaking my mind.

“Oh one of my friends told me it was going to snow tonight—I didn’t believe her, but it turned out she guessed correctly.” I chuckled and told her a white lie.

“Who do you think? So do you believe me now?” She asked, and by the tone of her voice, she would’ve crossed her arms by now.

I sighed lightly and nodded, “Yeah, I believe you.”

“You should go and see her again soon! I want to know more, please tell me you planned another date together.” She insisted and asked. She’s really keen on me going out to go on dates, making me believe that this woman is really her future mother.

“Slow down, now that I think about it. You haven’t even told me what we named you.” 

“Oh– silly me. My name’s Donna.” She told me her name, my smile fading into a frown at the mention of my sister’s name.

“Donna… I named you that?” I asked, looking down. 

“Yes.” She answered softly in a low voice, she probably knew about her aunt and knew how sensitive of a topic it is for me

I shook my head, trying not to let my sadness ruin the great night I had, “Anyways. To answer your question, yes, but not straight away, because we have work to do.”

“Really? Where are you planning to take her next?” 

“There’s a musical event on the twenty-forth called In The Twilights at the time square, we’re going to watch some new artists together.” I told her the plan and if I wasn’t hallucinating, her facial expressions slightly became flat.

“Don’t go there. Do something else.” She demanded and I scoffed, her sassiness slightly irritated me.

“Why not? She said she’d love to go, so I’m taking her there.” I argued and firmly refused her order.

She sighed frustratedly, “Just promise me you’ll leave the area before 10.30pm, please.” She pleaded and was very adamant about it.

I raised my brows, “Why?”

“Just promise me. If you want to go, go but please. Leave before 6.30pm. Promise me that.” She clenched her jaw as she pleaded, her eyes solidly staring into mine. Her voice felt tense and I nodded and heard her sigh in relief.

“Okay… I promise, but can’t you tell me why? You’re freaking me out a bit.” I admitted, because I was. Was she going to be in danger? Is something bad going to happen? I need to know so I can prepare for it.

“I can’t tell you. L-look, Dad. I gotta go.” 

“Wait!” I yelled and before I could say anything else, she faded into nothing. I sighed heavily as I finally saw my own reflection in the mirror.

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I found her from across the street through the crowd, waving at me with her same bubbly energy. She wore a sage scarf in contrast to my red one, I guess we're really bringing in the spirit of Christmas along with us. As soon as the walking man turned green, she walked towards me, until she found herself directly in front of me.

She wore make-up tonight, it wasn't significant but she looked pretty nevertheless. 

"Hi. You're looking pretty handsome tonight." She greeted me with a compliment, swaying gently with her hands in her warm pockets.

"Thanks, and you look dazzling." I returned the compliment, getting a giggle out of her.

"Dazzling? I've never been called that before. I like it." Her smile stretched into a toothy grin, "So shall we?" Her eyes pointed at the barricades where they were accepting tickets.

"We shall." I offered her my arm, in which she clung onto and we made our way to fall in line. It took around five minutes to get in and another five to find our allocated seats. Unfortunately because we got these tickets at the last minute, we sat a bit closer towards the back. 

We shifted in our seats until we were comfortable and waited for the show to start.

“I can’t believe I’m having a date with the Doctor Strange.” She squealed out of her own excitement and for some reason, I didn’t like the sound of that. I faked a laugh and for the rest of the night, that was the only thing that was weighing on my mind. Was I just turned off by that? 

The show had some great musical artists that were just starting out, I’m surprised that not everyone was singing a Christmas song and for that, I am actually thankful or else I would just nod off to sleep.

I looked at my clock, it was almost 10.30pm and I had promised Donna I would leave, but I was thoroughly enjoying my date that I had forgotten until now, "Do you mind if we leave now?" I leaned in and asked.

"Oh, do you have other plans with your friends?" Her smile dropped and I nodded. I could tell that she put on a fake smile when she got up and left the row with me. We were making our leave from the event until I heard her, the voice singing in my dreams.

"I used to hear a simple song, that was until you came along. Now in its place is something new, I hear it when I look at you…"

I stopped my tracks, carefully listening and pinched the back of my hands to check if this was another dream. I slowly turned around, and in the big screens, I saw her, Donna, who was claiming herself to be my daughter, was now up the stage singing the song that's been stuck in my head for I don't know how long anymore.

"W-What?" I asked and found myself stuck to the ground. I can't leave. I needed to hear the rest of this song. Her song.

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Your soft angelic voice sang the lyrics that you wrote to the people of New York, your well experienced hands played the piano smoothly, closing your eyes from time to time as you lost yourself into your own melody.

"I know this isn't really a christmas song but, wouldn't it be magical to find yourself or your love in this fine night?" You spoke to the crowd who cheered in agreement before you sang the next lyrics.

"With simple songs I wanted more. Perfection is so quick to bore. You are more beautiful by far. Our flaws are who we really are."

You allowed your voice to have more impact compared to when you started and the way you were now playing the piano matched that energy. As the orchestra slowly eased into the climax of the melody. You took in a giant breath, your voice coming out powerful and perfect. 

"I used to hear a simple song. That was until you came along. You took my broken melody. And now I hear a symphony~ Ohhh~"

You drawled your voice three pitches higher, giving everyone in the audience chills and goosebumps. You have captivated everyone with the rawness, fullness and smoothness of your voice. 

The completion of the song was like the missing piece Stephen’s been looking for and he found his eyes watering at the godly sight of you. Your voice sounded immaculate but somehow he now felt a bit bitter and annoyed because you lied to him. 

"And now I hear a symphony…"

The crowd erupted into a clap as you finished your performance. You stood up and walked towards the middle of the stage, in your white fitted evening dress that shimmered softly against the light, bowing and thanking the crowd for the warm applause. Though you found Stephen staring at you into the crowd, you didn't think too much of him for you haven't met him yet.

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[nightraiderwrites]

The Happier Ending.

False enters home a little lost. Not physically- she has an excellent sense of direction- but emotionally. She should tie up all her loose ends, right?

The house is quiet when she walks in. Recipe books line the shelves, dirty dishes sit in the sink. A wooden pencil grip sits on the coffee table in their living room. Fading candles light the dying Christmas tree in the corner of their living room.

Pix, Pearl and Tango are asleep in their rooms. The living room is filled only with her breathing.

Pearl’s statues cast flickering shadows in the gasping light of candles. False watches as they dance across the walls, claiming the light as they prance. They almost look alive, as if trying to grasp life like it’s theirs.

Her comm sits in her inventory. The copper casing is beaten, and almost broken. Gears are soldered along the edge, and her name is carved in shaky handwriting. She is afraid to take it out.

False does it anyway.

“Hey, Tango,” she starts, hitting the record button. “Um, I know you're going to be mad, and I'm sorry. I can't do anything else, y'know?” She sucks in a breath. What is she doing? “God. God. What am I supposed to say?”  I asked him to kill me first, before you. To- hang on.”

She hears footsteps coming up the stairs. “Tango?” she asks. “ Why're you up?” He freezes in place, and fumbles his communicator out. There’s a moment of pause as he types in the dark. “...Why are you up?” reads out the text to speech voice.

False laughs quietly. “Because I can be,” she replies. He raises an eyebrow. In the dark, the candles cast an ominous shadow over face, leaving his eyes to glow red in the dark. “Okay, okay,” she says. “I was going out to the Temple. I needed to take a moment to pray to the Light for guidance.”

“You're welcome to join me.” Tango looks down, typing on his comm. “I'm going to stay inside. I'll make you some more handwriting sheets,” says the robotic voice. “Oh!” False replies. “Thank you.”

He types again, and presses enter. “Good night, Falsie.” She smiles at him. “Good night, Tango.”

Tango walks away, climbing back down the stairs.

False sniffles, and turns back to her comm.

“Okay, you're gone. Yeah, um. I just want to keep you safe.” She exhales. “I can't do anything else. I love you. I love you. I love you. Don't-” Her hand is shaking. Her chest hurts. “Jeez, this is hard. This is difficult. I know this is selfish of me.” This is the most selfish thing she’s done.

“Please forgive me. Please don't hate me. I- ack. I wish I had more time. Um, keep yourself safe. Stay happy. I-” Her voice cracks, before her last word. “Bye.”

She hits stop. Breathes. Tries not to cry. False takes a handwriting sheet and flips it over, grasping a pencil shakily. Fr ToGgo, she writes, then crosses it out. Four TongO, she spells. Her scrawl is messy and all over the page. False closes her eyes, and remembers Gem’s hand correcting hers, Lizzie’s laugh, Pix’s kind words on the page, Pearl’s coffee and Tango’s smile.

She tries again. Fore toGnO. Somehow, she thinks it's wrong, but no one is here to correct her.

~

False’s boots crunch in the snow, [The Sun] warm in her grasp. She’s left her other swords at home, because [The Cog] no longer fits in her hand, [The Compass] no longer points North and [The Vengeance] has been put aside for something far more important.

She enters the Temple of Light, and bathes in the warmth. The mural seems a little dull, and the altar a little colder. Two candles sit on it, almost ready to be replaced.

False bows to the altar, and kneels. “Good evening, your majesty,” says the Soldier of the Sun. “Are you well?” The altar, of course, does not reply. But the candles seem to flicker in response, so False smiles, a little.

“Did I do the right thing?” she asks the candles. “Should I have asked?” No response. The candles keep swaying in the evening breeze. “Forgive me,” the Soldier says. “Forgive me. I know no other way to keep moving forward.”

She lays [The Sun] in front of her, parallel to the stairs, and presses her forehead to the floor. “Forgive me,” she says again. “Have mercy on my soul.” 

The Soldier prays at the Temple for as long as she can.

Footsteps crunch in the snow behind her. The Soldier recognises the steady gait of her companion. She rises from her position, and turns to smile at him.

“Tango?” False says. He looks dazed, eyes out of focus. His mouth opens, and closes. She smiles softly at him. “You should go back to the house.” Tango’s head shakes violently. He does not move from out of the doorway.

“You’re welcome to pray with me, if you wish,” False says. Outside, the snow falls harder and harder. Wind howls, shaking the foundation of the Temple. “Tango?” He blinks, and steps shakily forward, trailing snow behind him.

Something is wrong. She can feel it. His movements are stiff, his steps stilted. The Soldier’s hand creeps towards [The Sun], lightly grasping the hilt. He keeps moving towards her. The Shield walks across the room, his movements unnatural and jerky.

Her hand is on her sword. She stands, slowly. His hands are empty. He walks until they are face to face.

The Soldier looks into The Shield’s eyes. They are blank, looking past her, into her past, maybe. His hand reaches up and covers hers.

“Tango?” False says. Her heart thunders in her ears, pulse going wild. He breathes shakily.

With speed and strength that False didn’t know Tango possessed, he rips [The Sun] from her grasp. She stumbles backwards onto the stairs as he points it at her chest. He walks forward, applying more and more pressure as she scrambles up the stairs.

“Tango-” she gasps out. She automatically goes for another sword, hoping to grasp [The Cog] or [The Compass], but her hands ghost over empty space. Right. They’re waiting at home.

The Shield that lied pushes [The Sun] into The Soldier’s sternum. Her hands flail to grip the blade, to try and stop it, but it only cuts her palms. It goes all the way in, chipping into the stairs behind her.

Blood pours from her mouth, trickling warmly down her chin and spilling from her hands. “Ha,” she says weakly. “Didn’t think it’d be you.” His eyes clear, and he releases the hilt. He kneels beside her, trying to frantically stop the bleeding.

She breathes hard, needles of pain stabbing into her lungs. False’s breathing becomes labored, oxygen struggling its way in and out of her lungs. Red stains the golden blade. “It was… foolish… of me to… trust…” she gasps out, leaning forward.

Her hands reach out, to the man with a look of horror on his face. His hands meet hers, instantly sharing their redness. Silent sobbing shakes his shoulders, sending earthquakes into False’s dying body. Tango’s mouth moves noiselessly, begging useless cries for help from the universe.

Blood splatters as she coughs. No longer able to support herself, she falls forward. False does not expect to be caught, but his arms are the protection between her and the cold stone floor.

Tears trickle from his cheeks as False looks up from his arms. She reaches a hand, still bleeding to wipe them away. Red stains his cheeks where her fingers brush skin.

False searches his face for some malice, some ill-will with slowly fading vision. The only things she finds are regret, sorrow and horror.

“It,” she starts, struggling for breath. “Ha, it wasn’t your fault, was it?” He shakes his head. His words are still stuck in his throat. “You were just… a weapon.” False breathes out, hand resting on the blade in her chest. “Like me.”

Tango mouths no, over and over. No words escape his lips. “It’s alright,” she gasps out. It’s warm, in his arms. It reminds her of better times, curled up on the couch together. “You could… never hurt me.”

His grip tightens on her hand. The edges of her lips curl up in a weak smile. “Maybe…” False starts. “In another life… another time…” Her breath slows down. It’s getting harder to breathe.

Tango’s hair is sharpening and blurring intermittently. She can see the bad dye job washing out, and the tears filling his eyes.

“I would… have… liked to see… you go home…” Someone stands over them, smiling at her. Her green eyes sparkle unnaturally. A man, with a rugged brown beard, holds a shield. He stands on her right. “Tango,” False whispers. Tears prick her eyes. It really hurts to breathe. “Tango, I’m scared.”

He rocks back and forth, in what is probably meant to be a soothing action. It only makes the sword in her chest swing. A chill pools in her chest. “Tango,” False manages. “It’s so cold. I…” There’s no feeling in her legs. Cold crawls up her body.

She smiles tiredly, soothingly, lovingly, one last time. “I’ll see you again, Tango…”

The Soldier of the Sun squeezes once, twice. Her light goes out before she can squeeze again.

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[Falsesymmetry was slain by Tango using [The Sun]]

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Haha, isn't that fun?

(Based off a game of mafia I played with my friends)

[nobodysdaydreams]

THE WOLF359 CAST IS INCREDIBLY TALENTED AND I LOVE THIS! (or my reaction to the Wolf359 Live Show)

"Another Wolf359 reaction already? But Bods, I thought you said you were busy?" Yes indeed I am my friends, if I wasn't busy, I would have finished the podcast by now. In my younger days, I did all of ATLA in a weekend. Sadly at this age, I can't be doing that kind of bingeing. I'm also tired, because I've been studying all day and figured why not take a little break and watch the Wolf359 Live Show?

I firstly wanted to give a shoutout to @commsroom for not only telling me about when to watch the live show (after episode 26), but also telling me that it is on youtube where you can watch it live so thank you so much!

Tagging the mutuals who got me invested in this, and if you want to be tagged or untagged from these posts, lmk, or you can follow my blog or simply follow the tag "#bods wolf359 reactions". Anyone who has followed me for a while knows my updates are inconsistent, so I apologize in advance for that and for any spelling/grammar mistakes in my posts. Especially in this one because it is late, and I am tired.

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Wolf359 Live Show Reaction:

"First ever life show" - are there other live shows?

Oh okay this is very helpful. So it's in the middle of Episode 26, so right in the middle of what I just listened to, that makes a lot more sense.

I honestly don't care about the audio quality difference this is amazing.

Uh...pretty sure Cutter is not the forces of good... see Doug this is why you always read the fine print! It's like that ominous song...the one that was a tik tok audio? The one about an evil corporation in space? I think it might have been video game music? You guys know what I'm talking about please tell me I didn't imagine this.

YES THE ONE COPY OF HOME ALONE 2 COMES BACK!

PLEASE- the way Doug is telling the story is the way I tell stories "Hilbert strikes back: specifically Doug's circulatory system" 😂

"Palpatine MD" 😂

I love how they enter in as their characters are introduced.

I love Hera though it is weird to hear her voice clear without coming through the intercoms.

Zach is doing a fantastic job I love how he's moving around Minkowski to play both Hilbert and Doug 😂 and he's doing a great job switch characters.

Lovelace!

I love how he crosses over to whisper to Hera, I can just see Doug's character whispering into her intercom or in the general direction of the computer even though it doesn't make a difference to her.

I also like Hera's character position on stage away from the others, it's kind of symbolic.

"Team Eiffel's on the case" I have literally used the phrase "Detective Bods is on the case" multiple times on this blog, why do I relate so strongly to every ADHD character I come across sasjdkfjsl;kdfj;slk. Not the talking to himself too... NOT THEM LOOKING AT HIM IN THE BACKGROUND...oh no...

I love how Hera says "yeah we're all here" when she's always there.

17 months Doug? Oh dear...

"No one told me it was my job" Valid Doug, valid, what you're told when you're spaced out doesn't count. ADHD rule #1. Oh she told him multiple times? Well maybe they could have written it down for him. Would that have been too much trouble?

Hilbert shut up.

Poor Hera. The way she shuts them down 😂

SHUT UP HILBERT. THANK YOU.

Oh not the Pyrce and Carter thing again. Do we ever get to meet Pryce and Carter? Do they work for Goddard Futuristics? Is this a NASA textbook? At first I thought she said something about a price and then "Cutter", and I was like "PLOT TWIST" but never mind it's just the tips book.

Minkowski's Lovelace impression 😂 HIS HERA IMPRESSION IS JUST A HIGH PITCHED VOICE. Hahaha...his Hilbert is hilarious. Her Doug impression. 😂

"No no she's Eiffel, that's impossible" This is perfect, and then the switch back to Hilbert. Comedic perfection. I love it so so much.

"Hilbert you're fine try to be less fine" I love Hera.

"Can I ask you to act like an adult?" "That's not my thing" the comedic timing of this is excellent.

"What do you even do here?" Hold Hilbert's Decima virus of course.

Comms line? With who?

PLEASE 😂OH MY GOODNESS CUTTER. The way he stands up from the audience with his smug little smile...

You just know he's been waiting his entire life to play a role like that. Honestly me too, so good for him for getting to live the dream. DID HE JUST PAT THE HEAD OF A RANDOM PERSON IN THE AUDIENCE. HE DID. HE EVEN HAS A SUIT.

"We'll break bread, we'll dance, we'll kiss-" Cutter man, I'm pretty sure you can't say that. I know that you're an evil corporation that murders people on the regular and unethically experiments on people in space so the law can't get you, but you don't even have one HR rep?

Another call Cutter? What deployment?

"He remotely destroys station, then goes on lunch break" Yep sounds like Cutter.

The way Cutters reenters... it's so dramatic I love it.

They are really gonna have to make sure their stories match.

Huh. "Communication problem of our own." I wonder what that could be Cutter? A little issue at Command?

"Alone at last" That sounds creepy Cutter.

Oh so Cutter worships at the alter of the Pryce and Carter manual too. Maybe he forced them to write the book and killed them. Maybe he wrote it under two pen names to make it sound more legit. Either way I can't imagine him memorizing anyone's book but his own.

CUTTER'S ASKING ABOUT HER FAMILY? oh he's threatening her. IS HE THREATENING HER FAMILY?

They are very low on toothpaste.

"I want to help in every way I can, but I can only do that if I know what's going on" Cutter I hope you die. Painfully. Very slowly and very painfully, and if it doesn't happen in the show, I'll write it into a fic.

Oh he's speaking to Hera now because of what she said... that's interesting. Cutter didn't think of Hera as a person or member of the crew before he realized that Minkowski did.

Doug is me cramming for my exams. DOUG IF ITS NOT A VIDEO CALL YOU CAN WRITE STUFF DOWN.

Or fake an illness.

Oh dear poor Hera.

"Manufacturing errors." I hope that doesn't mean anything bad for those robots, otherwise that has to be sad for Hera to hear.

Okay...I love how Hera and some of the other actors look straight at the audience like they can't see Cutter, but Cutter looks directly at them as if he can see them. It adds so much to the creep factor.

Oh my gosh that manual again. Why is he obsessed with it?

"You'd be shocked at how much I know about the Hephaestus" Cutter knows everything.

AND DO NOT CALL HERA PATHETIC.

Oh my gosh Hera talked back to him for a second. I think she's the only one who ever does thus far, which is odd considering all her code that stops her from doing that.

"A real person" THAT CROSSES A LINE CUTTER.

"I don't know if someone like you can understand this. We're trying to change everyone's lives" CUTTER SHUT UP. YOU ARE THE ONE WITHOUT A SOUL YOU HAVE NO ROOM TO TALK.

YES HERA TALK BACK TO HIM.

Hera's memory files? Personality setting? oh never mind...this is awful that he can just go in like that. Maybe that's why he programmed her with the ability and personality that would talk back to him. So that he can get the truth from someone he can easily destroy.

"The people who made you decided you were a mistake, and you were so desperate to rise above who- what you are" Who made Hera? Are they important? Or did Cutter just scrape her up from a tech company that didn't want her? And Cutter "correcting" himself on that line I hope he's blown into space.

"Don't you dare" wow Hera's still talking back. "You have no idea." DID SHE JUST CONFESS THAT HILBERT IS STILL ALIVE. Oh Hera...

"To err is human" oh dear...

Doug looks terrified. Me too buddy.

It's okay Hera. You deserve better.

"I'm sick!" I love that.

Cutter's like wow, I should have started with him.

The way he puts his hand on Doug's shoulder as if they are in the room together, like he has a way to reach them even if they can't get back to earth, I love the choices the actor's are making.

He knows that Doug doesn't know Pryce and Carter. He's been listening in on him. For sure. Bro. Not everyone has read your manifesto that you by this point probably ghost wrote under two fake names and declared the best book of all time. It's like when a professor uses their own text book, I've heard this song and dance before.

Cutter. Doug should have memorized it but YOU HIRED HIM. He is CLEARLY in no way qualified for this line of work. YOU know that. YOU'RE using him as a science experiment. If I knew my professor was using me for lab science that could kill me at any second, do you think I'd waste time studying for their pop quiz on silly tips?

"How did Renee stop him?" Just say that it was all a blur Doug.

"Getting around security protocols, tricking a multiple PhD...stellar Doug" "Thank you?" Doug that's not a good thing. A target is on your back right now.

Not the arm on his shoulder again. Cutter for SURE killed their HR rep and their IRB rep, and ethics department.

"I would have had to skin you alive" There is no "had to" here Cutter.

3 seconds or incredibly painful things will start happening. WHAT THINGS?

DOUG HOW DID YOU FUMBLE THAT? YOU COULD HAVE JUST PRETENDED YOU WERE NERVOUS BECAUSE YOU FAILED. YOU HAD THE PERFECT OUT RIGHT THERE.

"I got the feeling that I would be the same convo you and I just had" I love the fourth wall break.

Oh dear. LOVELACE YOU BETTER BE QUIET. NO NOT ALL THE STUFF DOUG YOU AT LEAST KEPT LOVELACE QUIET. DON'T BLOW THAT TOO.

"Is there anything I can do for you? I want to help you?" Get. Them. Back. To. Earth.

Cutter's little schoolboy laugh. Oh yikes. He's mad now.

Good job Doug, take the fall. Good solider. No, what are you doing, just say you forgot, don't say you kept information from him intentionally. Faking incompetence is so much easier when you actually are incompetent.

The ultimate sacrifice. He will memorize Cutter's stupid textbook.

"If you keep anything from me again, holiday's over..." I don't like it.

"I want to know the second anything new happens with those transmissions".

Haha...well as a matter a fact, after that last episode...

Exactly. Shut up Hilbert.

Yeah the book is unusually dark. Pryce and Carter have clearly been through some stuff, or it's Cutter being ominous with his ghost written book. At this point, he either wrote it under fake names, or he's a Pryce and Carter fanboy. (Is it spelled Pryce or Price, I just realized I have no idea. I've heard of the last name Pryce, so I'd assume that's how it's spelled?).

"Did I mention that I'm sick"

Careful what you wish for.

Well that was amazing. I loved the way the cast used the space to make the characters come alive, the way they moved, the choices they made, it all fit really well. I really enjoyed watching this. It brought me back to when I used to do high school theater. I kinda of miss it. Hilbert, Cutter, and Doug are exactly the kind of overdramatic and unhinged roles I always loved playing (that is if I was lucky enough to have a director who went for gender bent casting, we as a society really need more comedic relief and unhinged women roles with crazy accents). Although I did once win a medal at state in middle school for a 10 minute monologue that was very much in the tone of Minkowski. I was playing a babysitter.

And ask the show said: back to work. Thanks everyone for listening, I hope you enjoyed my reaction. Only two more episodes left in season two so we should be done soon. Excited to see what comes next!

[nekorenge]

Scavenger Hunt

A Renge x Nekozawa Oneshot

Based on my art “Rainy day shelter”

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“You’re really not pulling your weight here.” Renge’s cutting remark was not ignored by the tall hooded figure of the Black Magic Club Leader.

“Not pulling my weight? Hehehe.. Pray tell, which one of us was it who at first didn’t even want to participate?”

She rolled her eyes. “Well… whatever, now we’re playing, and you need to put in some EFFORT! I don’t think I’ve seen you check the list even once!-”

“-I don’t need to check the list, I have it memorized. How else do you think I cast such an extensive library of rituals and spells? Memory is integral to the pursuit of the occult!” He retaliated.

“Oh yeah? Then what’s number three, Sherlock?”

“…ah…hm. Charon……?” *

“A ‘HERON’!” She smacked him lightly on the arm.

“If I had known I was going to be partnered with you, I would have brought a flashlight.” She furrowed her brows as she peeked around the bushes of the campus garden, diligent to the search.

“You wouldn’t dare. As it is, I am pleased that the horrid sun is withdrawn today. My incantations must have already taken root.”

He was right, though Renge doubted it was due to any magic. It was a chilly winter day, fog rolling across the landscape and humidity hanging densely in the air. Puffy clouds loomed overhead, blocking out the sun and threatening to rain. Not the best conditions for a scavenger hunt, but the school had planned it in advance. The environment felt drenched in the cool colors of winter, broken only by a pop of yellow by the gazebo- wait. Yellow.

“Hey! Over there!” Renge exclaimed, eagerly pointing towards the gazebo. Before Nekozawa could even react, she was tugging him along towards the gazebo by the end of the long sleeve of his cloak.

And there it was, tangled amongst the vines that creeped onto the opulent white gazebo.

Renge took out her pen and checked off the list with a satisfied smirk.

5. A yellow rose.

“Now that leaves us with 2 more to find. Something soft, and a heron.” She returned the pen to her pocket as she looked towards the rose, still reveling in the little victory.

Nekozawa was distant, but Renge was unable to read whether it was in any helpful way or if he was just caught up in the same subjects he always was.

Eventually, he turned to her and reached out a hand. Her eyes widened. He grasped a corner of the bow she had in her hair.

“Something soft?” He explained uncertainly.

She huffed, letting out a breath she didn’t know she was holding. She swatted the hand that lingered on her bow away. “Is that cheating?”

He only offered a shrug. “The rules do not forbid it, do they not?

“Well, if we’re now using the things we have on us, why don’t we use Beelzenef for ‘something soft’?” She made a grab for the hand puppet, but Nekozawa dodged.

“Y-you fiend, you know better than to trifle with such dark power-“ He held the puppet up and away from her grasping hands. He put his other hand out to stop her and she pushed back against it, wrestling past it.

Oddly enough, after a moment, her fingers being clenched in his, she felt his defense relinquish slightly. She used this to her advantage and jumped up, scoring Beelzenef clean off of his hand.

She triumphantly pocketed it, to Nekozawa’s dismay. Was it dismay? It was hard to read, and the long shadow the hood of the cloak was now casting on his face made it even more so.

“You know not what fate you have sealed…”

She shrugged off his ominous speech. “I’m sure I’ll be just fine.”

A flash of light, and the rolling boom of thunder. Both club leaders jolted in surprise. A drop of rain fell from the sky. Then more.

“…Maybe we should call it a day.” Renge reasoned as she watched the pavement increasingly spatter in rain.

“Indeed.” Glad to have the agreement of her scavenger partner, Renge began her walk back to the main building. She wrinkled her nose at the rain, feeling its intensity only pick up as time passed. She squinted her eyes in the wet icy wind and pushed on forward.

Swish.

The rain was gone. The air was… warm. Comfortable. She blinked and looked up.

“Nekozawa?”

He had draped his cloak over her head in order to shelter it from the rain, carefully holding his arm above her head as he carried onward. His eyes looked anywhere but at her, a blush just barely visible under the shadow of his hood. He was silent.

Her face erupted in a red blush. Why was he doing this, being so sweet and gentlemanly to her out of nowhere? What had she been overlooking in him? Her head was spinning. She didn’t realize she had stopped walking until he put his free hand uncertainly on her shoulder, urging her forward.

“Yes, right.” She stammered, looked away and quickly resumed walking.

As they neared the school, a rustling made them turn their heads. Wings flapping as it landed onto a tree branch, a bird with a long, sharp, orange bill and large gray wings began to preen itself.

Renge looked to Nekozawa excitedly, meeting his eyes that had already been looking in her direction. “A heron! The last thing on the list!” She laughed. A small grin grew on his lips. They reached an awning where his cloak retreated from over her head and she pulled out the paper, checking off the last item. She tapped the pen against her lips as she double checked their list.

Something soft.

“Oh! Right.” She pulled Beelzenef out from her pocket, extending it towards Nekozawa. He shyly took it back.

“But what will we use for ‘something soft’?” He questioned.

“We could actually use my bow, I suppose.”

“And… here.” She watched as Nekozawa reached into his cloak, returning with something familiar. Something yellow.

The yellow rose glittered with stray raindrops as he extended it toward her with one uncertain hand. His eyes, though averted, were as soft and powder blue as always, but she was surprised at just how little she had paid attention to them before. The other hand, where Beelzenef had been rightfully returned, tugged nervously at the top of his hood, casting further shadows onto his shy expression. Nervous. Shy. Soft.

To an outside observer, this surely looked like a love confession. But it wasn’t anything more than an exchange for a scavenger hunt….. right? Renge felt that red-hot blush return in full force to her cheeks. Nekozawa? Nekozawa was making her feel this way? It couldn’t be possible. It couldn’t be possible that her heart panged when she looked at the small smile on his lips, that her voice had all but fully disappeared from her throat. She felt as if she had switched places with the player character of Uki Doki Memorial. Where could she save her game and return to this moment again and again?

She took the rose, delicately, to avoid the few thorns. She cleared her throat. “Thank you, Nekozawa…”

He turned away, likely eager to return to his club room. Twiddling the rose in her hands, she felt herself impulsively call out for him. He turned, curious.

Quick, think of something to say. Something coherent.

“I- uh… we have to think of something new for ‘something soft’.”

“Were you not going to use your hair bow?” He looked slightly puzzled.

“I-I mean… well yeah…” She took a breath and gathered herself.

Looking up at him again, she felt her confidence returning, and she knew just what she wanted to say.

“You know, I think I’ve figured out something else for that prompt.”

“Well?” He stepped forward to face her again.

She stepped forward too, still fidgeting with the rose. She heard his breath hitch as she moved closer and closer.

She kissed his cheek, her lips gentle on his warm skin. When she stepped away, he had an expression she had never seen on him before. Blushing madly, eyes wide and shyly looking away, lips slightly parted in surprise.

Adorable.

“There, something soft.” She smiled brightly and turned to walk away.

*Charon is the ferryman to the Underworld in Greek myth. Nekozawa is way more used to memorizing rituals and stories than he is scavenger hunt lists, so his wires got crossed there.

[roonyxx]

The Raven: Part 1

Summary: A new threat to the world brings the boys back in action. She is big and bad, very bad. But is everything as it seems or is there more to her story?

Pairing: Dean x reader

Trope: enemies to lovers

Word count: 1600

Chapter warnings: none really for this chapter, maybe some language.

A/N:  This will be a series I wrote for @holylulusworld​ 15.555 spin the bottle followers celebration! My trope is Secret Crush!

The Raven Masterlist

My Masterlist

Dean Pov

I should have known that we can’t get one week without another bad guy waiting for us.

Well, bad woman this time.

“What’s her name again?” I ask Cas who just appeared in the bunker to tell us about a new threat to the world.

“We don’t know her real name, but they call her ‘The Raven’” Cas answerers.

“Not ominous at all…” I sigh.

“What is she?” Sam asks Cas.

“An ancient type of witch is what we suspect.”

“Suspect? So even Heaven doesn’t know this psycho chick ?”

“No, she has stayed under our radar for a long time, we have no record of her kind, or when she was born or where she came from. It is as if she didn’t exist before last week.” Cas says as he scans our bookshelf and pulls out an old book and starts leaving through it.

“And what exactly happened last week ?” I ask while I watch Sam and Cas look through the books they got spread out on the table.

“Nothing.” Cas says without looking up from the book.

“Nothing ?” I ask, hoping he will clear it up more.

“Heaven detected an immense blast of magic, it spread over the entire world.” He explains.

“That doesn’t sound like nothing. What happened?”

No, it sounds like we have another major problem on our hands. I get up to take a drink.

Another major being to take down…

When will they stop coming? Will the world ever be safe, what happens if Sam and I are gone. Will the world just end with the next threat?

I though that now we ended Chuck we would be safe, that we could even slow down a little, but it seems like this Raven, whoever she is, has other ideas.

“We don’t know, we can’t detect anything out of order, or any spells. None of the alarms are going off and there are no apocalyptic signs of any kind so theoretically, nothing happened.” Cas explains.

“Unless she hid it.” Sam says.

“Yes, that’s why I am asking for your help.” Cas looks up at me, “I know you wanted to slow down now that Chuck is gone. But we have never seen anything like this. She is powerful if her range can cover the entire Earth.”

I empty my glass and feel both Sam and Cas’s gaze on me. Weighing me down. The familiar weight on my shoulders feels even harder now.

With Chuck gone, so was the weight. For that short period of time I felt light and free.

But now it is back and it is twice as heavy. Maybe I’m just getting to old for this shit.

“It’s fine” I say, “What’s one more, right?”

“Not only did she cover the entire Earth” Sam starts “She also managed to cloak it from Heaven. I will call Rowena to ask if she noticed anything.”

“Right, you do that and Cas and I will try find this witch bitch.” I sit down with a sigh and open a book and start researching for this witch.

Sam takes out his phone and leaves the room to call Rowena. She might know this woman.

“So Cas, what do we know about her.”

“In the week we have known of her existence, Heaven has looked into it and found few witnesses of her.”

“Alright, hit me” I say while looking at the angel.

“She was last sighted in the black forest in Germany. A group of hikers saw a woman floating between the trees while chanting in a strange language.”

“Ah yes floating, not creepy at all. I guess she was speaking Latin.”

“Presumably yes”

“Presumably? You didn’t ask them.” I wonder.

“They are dead.”

“What?”

“They were found in the forest, their eyes picked out by some kind of bird.”

“How did you get their confession then?” Nothing he says makes sense.

“In Heaven, I went to them and asked, but no one in Heaven remembers their death fully, it’s to make it less horrible for them.”

“You could have lead with that… so she killed them because they saw her. How do you know she is called The Raven?”

“We found ancient texts about a witch called The Raven. All her victims have their eyes picked out by a bird. She kills anyone that ever witnessed her, so there isn’t a lot to go on.”

“If she kills everyone, how can there be texts about her?” I ask him.

“Somehow word about her spread through lore and bedtime stories to keep children out of the woods. Some people mentioned she sings in the dreams of those who did something wrong. Those who heard the song often died soon after.”

Cas takes an old codex out of his trench coat and opens it on a page with strange symbols and a drawing of a floating lady above the fire.

“Those who did something wrong? She is a vigilante?” Doesn’t the bad guy normally kill the good guys?

“They is no more description about how she chooses her victims. Only that their death is gruesome and marked by the empty eye sockets.”

I shudder when an image of two gaping holes in a head stare at me, flashes before my eyes. Freaking witches…

I look at the drawing of the woman on the old brown page.

She floating above the fire, her arms spread wide. A flock of ravens have tainted the sky black.

Her hair is long and her eyes…

They aren’t there. As if her own eyes have been picked out.

“What happened to her eyes ?” I ask Cas while touching the drawing.

When my finger tip connects to the paper I feel the hair on the back of my neck stand on end. My whole body flares, ready for the fight or flight reaction.

And deep in my mind, all the way in the back, I feel a trinkle of something…

I snatch my hand back from the book.

“Dean?” Cas looks at me, obviously concerned. “What happened?”

“I don’t know.” I feel as if my bones have been dipped into cold water. I slight rub my arm to get rid of the cold.

“Dean?” Cas asks again.

“Nothing, she just gives me the creeps, I hate witches.” I take a deep breath and notice my heart is raging with adrenaline.

She is bad, very very bad news…

“Guys…” Sam steps back inside and his eyes land on the drawing. “Rowena has heard of her.”

“And?” I ask.

“She says to stay away. She never saw or met the Raven but she knew of a Coven who wanted The Raven to be a part of them.”

“Let me guess, all dead?” I say sarcastically.

“Yes, they were tortured, spines extracted and their eyes were gone. Rowena said that among the witches she is known as the Queen of Death.”

“The Raven, Queen of Death. This lady just gets more fun and fun…” I rub my face in annoyance.

Where is the time we just hunted a shifter?

“She said that if we go after her, we’re dead meat walking.” Sam plops down in a chair, I notice he is a little pale.

“What else, Sam.” I ask, he is hiding something.

I can see it in the way he is avoiding eye contact, the ways his hands twitch and his shoulders are hunched.

“She said that if she cast a spell over the entire world, she might be raising an army against Heaven.”

“Against Heaven?” Cas pipes up. “Why”

“Rumors among the witches are going around that she did something. Something unacceptable, and that Heaven will punish her.”

Cas frowns. And it is so weird to see this sort of frown on him. Cas frowns a lot, when he doesn’t understand a reference or an emotion or anything basic human.

But this kind of frown, the one of the soldier that Cas is, the one who spends millennia on a battle field in Heaven.

The one that says he really has no idea what is going on in Heaven or what she did to Earth.

This one frightens me.

“We don’t know of anything that happened.” Cas starts pacing.

“What kind of army?” I ask Sam, seeing that he still isn’t looking at us, that means there is more.

“An army of the dead” he breathes out, “Every single corpse on this Earth will wake and walk under her command.”

“That’s over 107 billion people” Cas says.

“And it’s an army of the dead… they don’t need to sleep or eat or rest. They can go on forever.” I say.

“Exactly…” Sam sighs “This is worse than Chuck.” He says.

“I need to go back and prepare immediately.” Cas says, he sounds worried, which is rare for an angel with little emotions. “Tell me if you find anything new.”

He disappears before I can even suggest that we will not get involved in this. But do we have a choice? If we do nothing Earth will become a battle field…

“Guess our little holiday is over.”

“Yeah… Rowena said she would look into it as much as she can. But she won’t risk her life for it.” Sam runs his hand through his hair.

“Understandable, she has her hands full with Hell already.”

“Yeah” Sam takes the codex Cas left on the table and stares at the drawing. “Is this her?”

“Yes, a real beauty, isn’t she?”

He leans closer and touches the page. I look for any signs if he feels the same thing I felt when I touched it.

But he doesn’t shiver or snatch his hand back.

“I’ll read this one. You can look in the German part of our books. Rowena said she spend most of her time in the black forest.”

I get up and take those books.

“My favorite kind…”

“One more, Dean” Sam says to try encourage me.

“Yeah, one more.”

But what if this one is one too much…

[mysteryshoptls]

SR Riddle Rosehearts Suitor Suit Personal Story: Part 1

"I cannot afford to be careless."

Part 1 (Part 2)

[Interior Hallway]

Ghost A: CHAAAAAAARGE!

Riddle: As if I would allow that!

Ghost A: GRAAAAAAAAAAH!

Riddle: …With that one, that makes 362 down.

Riddle: Shouldn't you all realize by now?

Riddle: As long as I am here, no matter how many times you come at me, you shall not pass.

Ghost B: Wh-What's with this guy!? He's tiny, but he's built like a monster!

Riddle: I don't want to be called a "monster" by a ghost.

Riddle: But also… Did you just call me "tiny"?

Ghost B: Eeek!? Wh-What is with that piercing glare…!?

Ghost C: Heeey, I'm here to back you up!

Ghost B: Th-Thank goodness…

Riddle: Reinforcements, I see… Looks like there's about 50 of you.

Ghost B: We have no choice but to attack all at once! If we don't, we'll never get past him.

Ghost C: Yeah!

Riddle: Urk… Coming at me at the same time with that many!?

Riddle: If I don't stop them here, it will spell danger for Ace and the others… But, with this many, even for me, it'll be…

[slip]

Riddle: …Hm? Something fell out of my clothes… This is… a rose petal?

Riddle: Right… From that time…

[Heartslabyul Dorm – Rose Maze]

[snip!]

Riddle: Even though the rose trees needed to be pruned by the end of today in accordance with the Queen of Hearts' rules...

Riddle: Thanks to the phantom bride fiasco, it hasn't been finished at all!

Riddle: It even has gotten to the point where I'm the one pruning the roses, despite my busy schedule as Dorm Leader…!

[snip!]

Riddle: I can't believe they allowed themselves to get caught so easily by the ghost. Once they return, it'll be off with both Trey and Cater's heads!

[snip!]

Malleus: That is quite the ominous talk.

Riddle: …!

Riddle: Well, well, Malleus-senpai.

Riddle: What can I do for the Diasomnia dorm leader? You haven't come to frost the flowers, have you?

Riddle: Poor things, the roses are terrified.

Malleus: Frost the flowers…? Ah, as the Thorn Fairy did once.

Malleus: Rest assured. I haven't made my way here for that purpose.

Malleus: I simply came here today to thank you, Rosehearts.

Riddle: Thank me? For what purpose?

Malleus: You are to rescue both Shroud and the others who were captured, correct?

Malleus: That number includes my retainers Lilia and Sebek, after all.

Riddle: I see… However, there is no need to thank me.

Riddle: I am not rescuing Lilia-senpai or Sebek for your sake.

Riddle: As the Dorm Leader of Heartslabyul, I must swiftly take action when the school is in a state of emergency, and...

Riddle: I will do my utmost to resolve the issue. It's only natural.

Malleus: You're quite well-rounded for one who is still only a babe.

Riddle: Do you know of "noblesse oblige"?

Malleus: Yes, I am familiar.

Riddle: It is a way of thinking that has been a part of the Queendom of Roses for a very long time.

Riddle: "Those who have the status and power have an obligation to help those that are less fortunate."

Riddle: I am only following that principle.

Malleus: I see… However, I feel my ears are burning.

Malleus: Certainly, in your eyes, you must see me as unbefitting of a leader.

Riddle: No, I do not think that at all.

Riddle: Before considering your status as Diasomnia's Dorm Leader, you are a prince.

Riddle: I am sure there are circumstances that prevent you from going to rescue your subjects even if you wished to.

Malleus: …

Riddle: Well, regardless, while I may be an eldest son, I come from an ordinary family. Although, I am too short and not at all what the princess is hoping for!

Malleus: Heh…

Malleus: Well, it seems my fears were unfounded.

Part 1 (Part 2)

Requested by Anonymous.

[fruit-of-infidelity]

♱ DIABOLIK LOVERS: Haunted Dark Bridal ー Sakamaki Ryuuto | Ecstasy Epilogue ♱

⌜ Scene: Flashback ー Manor Roof ⌟

Richter: Ryuuto, get down from there!

Ryuuto: … …

Richter: Ryuuto, are you even listening to me!? Quit these hysterics.

First, you make a complete mess of your room, and now you’re going to jump? You’re making yourself out to be a fool.

You’re a Vampire, that height won’t kill you.

Ryuuto: Then, I’ll jump again. And again.

Richter: Come down this instant!

You might be grieving, but so am I. You heard Cordelia’s word as plain as day; Don’t despair, we have a means of bringing her back!

Ryuuto: … …

Richter: …Son.

Please do not force me to do this alone.

ー The flashback ends, to Ryuuto standing on the balcony. ー

Ryuuto: … …

ー He uncaps Reiji's drug, clutching it close. ー

I ought to pour this out… Right?

Yui: Ryuuto…?

Ryuuto: …!!

ー He quickly seals it and tucks it away as she comes up to him. ー

Mother… Forgive me for being startled, I didn’t hear you approach.

Is there something you needed from me?

Yui: “Mother”?

Ryuuto-san, it’s me.

Ryuuto: Yui…?!

Yui: Oh, Ryuuto-san. I’ve missed you so.

Ryuuto: How on earth? You were far too weak to move, last time…

Yui: Cordelia is gone, Ryuuto-san. Gone for good!

I managed to push her out; I’ve taken my body back, isn’t that wonderful?

ー She opens her arms. ー

I missed you… Won’t you hold me?

Ryuuto: …I don’t understand… How...

Yui: Ryuuto-san?

… …

Fufu… Ufufu…

Ahaha! Goodness me, you should have seen your face!

Ryuuto: … …

Yui: You went completely pale, don’t tell me my impression was that good!

Aww, I do hope I didn’t frighten you too much, making you think that little old me had disappeared on you again. You see, I just couldn’t resist.

( That was cruel! )

( Although, Ryuuto-san’s expression… He looked, for a moment, relieved… )

( Did something in him really hope that it was me…? )

Ryuuto: …Fufu, I see. That was quite the prank, I certainly fell for it.

ー Cordelia embraces him. ー

Yui: You’ve always been the gullible type, nfu.

Ryuuto: To jest like that… I assume that means that Yui is gone? Otherwise, would that not have been you kicking her whilst she is down?

Yui: She’s still there. Quiet, but there.

Ryuuto: Then… Perhaps now would be the perfect moment, to do what I have dwelled upon doing for the past few moons.

ー Ryuuto leans in. ー

Yui: What’s this? A kiss?

Very well…

ー He kisses her. ー

Nn…

Ryuuto: Nn…

Yui: ( …No way… )

ー He stays close as he pulls away. ー

Ryuuto: I swear to you…

Yui: ( He’s staring so deeply into Cordelia’s… No, could it be my eyes...? )

Ryuuto: I’ve decided… I will do everything in my power to protect you. More than simply speaking that aloud, I vow it to you and you alone.

In fact, I vow not only my protection, but my sincerest loyalty, and love.

Yui: ( Rather than saying that to Cordelia… )

( Please, I want to believe he is talking to me... Although… )

Ryuuto: And, I promise to you… You will be burdened no longer by that person. I’ll ensure they perish so that you and I might be free, together.

Yui: That person? How ominous.

Could you be talking about Laito, perhaps? Or Richter, even〜?

( Or you… )

…Ryuuto, won’t you be a little more specific, and let her down easy? Sometimes you just have to spell it out; Who do you vow this to?

Ryuuto: There should be little need to say, shouldn’t there?

The one I’m talking about… should know deep in her heart.

Yui: ( Such a knowing stare… )

( Ryuuto-san… I know who you mean... )

Nfu, I could say the very same〜

✥ TO BE CONTINUED ✥

─────── ≪ °♛° ≫ ───────

←  [ ✥ Ecstasy 10 ✥ ]

─────── ≪ °♛° ≫ ───────

✥ ENDINGS ✥

[ ✥ Vampire ✥ ]  

[ ✥ Manservant ✥ ]

[ ✥ Brute ✥ ]

[gravitysalie-soisthesky]

*[(There is a journal lying on the ground in the middle of the anon village.)]*

*[(Anyone can read it. Anyone can pick it up. They can even take it, if they so please.)]*

*[(Do you want to read it?)]*

*[(Although, before you decide, I must warn you that this does contain derealization, repeating text, and implied Capgras syndrome, although, as you may come to realize, the first and final ones in that list are not what is actually happening.)]*

* Yes.

* No.

* Yes.

* No.

*[(The first few pages are missing.)]*

Entry Fourteen—

Summer break!

God, I fucking hate school. So glad it’s over.

Entry Fifteen—

I think I’m sick. I feel weird.

Entry Sixteen—

My friend is coming over to see me today!

I hope she doesn't get sick too... Hopefully it’s not contagious! Did I spell that right?

Entry Seventeen—

...

I don't think that was her. It couldn't have been. It had to be someone else pretending to be her.

Entry Eighteen—

Nobody is acting right.

They’re all fake. They have to be.

Entry Nineteen—

I’m the only real one.

*[(A few pages are missing.)]*

Entry Twenty Five—

...Am I real?

I feel weird.

*[(The handwriting in the next entries slowly gets sloppier and harder to read.)]*

Entry Twenty Six—

Something is wrong.

My hands.

My hands.

What is wrong with my hands.

Something is wrong.

Entry Twenty Seven—

This is all fake, isn’t it?

Just words on a screen.

Lines of code.

Entry Twenty Eight—

It’s spreading.

Entry Twenty Nine—

It hurts.

God, it hurts.

I just want it to stop.

Make it stop.

Please.

Just make it stop.

Entry Thirty—

Please.

Entry Thirty One—

Please.

Entry Thirty Two—

Please.

Entry Thirty Three—

Please.

Entry Thirty Four—

Please.

Entry Thirty Five—

Please.

Entry Thirty Six—

Please.

Entry Thirty Seven—

Make it stop.

Entry Thirty Eight—

It hurts.

Entry Thirty Nine—

Why?

Why me?

What did I do wrong?

Entry Fourty—

Please.

I know you’re there.

Entry Fourty One—

...

Entry Fourty Two—

It won't be alright, will it?

Entry Fourty Three—

Don’t lie to me.

I know it won’t be.

You just want to use me.

Entry Fourty Four—

Shut up.

Entry Fourty Five—

Why?

What do you gain from this?

Entry Fourty Six—

So it’s just because you can?

Just because you want to?

For your sick amusement?

Entry Fourty Seven—

Don’t lie.

Entry Fourty Eight—

Why did you do this to me?

Entry Fourty Nine—

Who else could have?

It’s only you.

Entry Fifty—

What’s happening to me?

Entry Fifty One—

What the fuck do you mean, you don’t know?

Entry Fifty Two—

No, no, no.

You are the creator.

You have to know.

Entry Fifty Three—

How the hell could I have done it to myself?

I’m not even real!

I’m just something you made up!

Entry Fifty Four—

...

Entry Fifty Five—

Am I dying?

*[(The rest of the pages are blank, save for the final one.)]*

*[(The handwriting is much neater, better than it had been at the start.)]*

I hate you.

But without you, I wouldn't exist.

I know.

I know.

I know.

This is still your fault, even if you didn't do it.

Or, rather, didn't mean to.

I still don't believe you didn't have a part in it.

I know.

I know.

I don't feel sorry for you.

I know I should.

But I don't.

You didn't deserve any of it.

But it doesn't excuse your actions.

I know.

*[(Ominous, is it not?)]*