#at least it looked and somewhat acted like a regular cat so it was slightly more understandable lol

[artist-rat]

also recreated one of my d&d characters, knell, & his void kitty, knead, in bg3. and lol, since i cannot have a black cat i downloaded a displacer beast mod instead

[skylarmoon71]

Bumblebee (Transformers) - Oneshot

You’ve always had this bad habit of sticking your nose where it didn’t belong. Maybe it was the reporter in you. You needed to get to the bottom of every mystery. Most times that wasn’t so bad. The first was the school weirdo Sam Witwicky.

Overnight it seemed like he became somewhat desired, at least to Mikeala. He’d somehow managed to snag the hottest girl in school. A part of you thought he paid her, but sometimes you would catch the look she sent him. It was different, almost warm. Then there was his cousin who popped up like a ghost and no one asked questions. You even did a background check, but you couldn't find anything on social media.

It was like he didn’t exist.

Bee Witwicky.

What kind of name is Bee, did his parents really want him to get bullied on a daily basis?

Your adventure begins.

“Witwicky! I’m really glad I caught you.”

It wasn’t a coincidence. You memorized his schedule. A good reporter always covers their bases.

Bee stumbled slightly at the sound of your call. He’d been attending the school for roughly three weeks.

“O-Oh, hello again."

You could tell that you made him a bit nervous, which just made you that more intrigued. You knew there was a good story here. Your instincts had never been wrong. You’ve printed a number of articles for the school paper, most of which received a bit of recognition. This was your calling. That’s why you couldn’t let this one go to waste.

“Care to answer a few questions? You're still a mystery to the school. I’d love to do a piece on you. Help the students to get to know you better. Like I did with Sean Jeffery.”

“Oh yes, I read about him. He helped the team qualify for the state championship on July 22nd, Dallas Texas.”

“Exactly! I love showing off talented students, you could be one of them.”

It was a little weird the way he recited it like he was a computer.

“That’s nice, but there really isn't anything interesting about me. I’m just a plain old human.” You raise a brow.

“I-I just do regular human things you know!” He was laughing as he backed away.

“A-Anyway I really should get going.”

“Wait I haven’t even-”

“Bee!”

Sam’s voice called from down the hall. When you saw him you frowned. He wore a similar look as he approached.

“Still trying to put my cousin on display so people could mess with him.”

“That’s not what I do, Witwicky. I’m just trying to write a story. Are you worried he might get more popular than you?” You taunt. You can see he’s pretty agitated.

“Hey Sam!” Mikeala’s happy voice sings from down the hallway. When she walks up she looks curious.

“Oh hey, you’re (Y/N). Bee never stops-”

“Telling them about how much you love stories!!” Bee interrupts.

He’s acting weird again.

“I’ll see you later Bee.”

You pull your books closer, walking off to your next class. If only you could get ten minutes without Sam in the way, maybe you could score a great story. As your body fades into the crowd of students, Sam turns to Bee.

“You have to be careful, if people start asking too many questions it’s going to be bad for you.” Sam looks worried.

“She won’t find out anything, trust me. We took precautions. Besides, wouldn’t an article help to prove that I’m normal. “

“He’s right Sam. (Y/N)’s not going to stop. It’s been weeks. I think she likes the chase.” Sam groans.

This wasn’t going to be easy.

~

After school, you’d packed your stuff and set off for your new mission.

It’s become apparent that Sam was going to continue being a thorn in your side, only proving the fact that something was amiss. Like any regular person, you thought stalking them would be the way to go, normal right?

Except this time, you cursed your curious nature, because in this scenario, it would indeed be the thing to kill the cat.

“AAAAH SHIT!!!”

You were pedaling as fast as your feet could take you, but the yellow camaro was still following you down the street. A part of you was praying that it had all been a crazy nightmare. You’d trace Bee back to some weird abandoned building. You found a comfortable spot too. Even Sam and Mickeala were there. At first you assumed they were just delinquents messing with some stuff, but one second they were talking as usual, then the next a blue and red peterbilt pulled up.

Right before your eyes the truck changed, and shortly after, so did Bee. One minute he was human, then the next his skin was replaced by machinery that looked like it was from another universe. He stood upright, blue glowing eyes and all.

Like most teens in such a situation, you screamed. Alerting all of them of your location. You’d almost dropped your phone. But the second you willed your body to move, you jumped on your bike and sped out of there. It’s only when you got back on a main road you saw a car following you. It didn’t take a genius, its patterns were the exact same as Bee’s.

You’d turned down an alleyway to gain some ground and maybe lose them behind the many buildings. For a while you thought it worked, but a large hand came down right in front of you and you were pulled right off the bike. Now you were in a much more secluded place. It placed you on your feet, and as you opened your mouth to scream, Sam rushed over grabbing you and placing a hand on your mouth. You bit him, and he yelled out as you tried to take off in a run.

“I’d advise against running again, human.”

The stern voice of the blue and red robot makes your blood run cold. You fell back, staring up at both aliens.

“Y-You’re gonna kill me. You’re gonna scramble my brains and dump me in some ditch!!”

“Quiet down.”

It sounded a bit angry now, and your mouth slid shut as you trembled.

“We're..not…gonna hurt you…sport..” The radio of the camaro’s car slipped between stations, and you just stared. Bee’s blue eyes blinked, and you finally pushed your way upright, backing away.

“W-What are you….”

Sam looked annoyed as he nursed his hurt hand.

“If you hadn’t gone on a rampage, maybe we wouldn’t have had to get so rough.” He glowered.

“Aliens!!”

Bee pointed to the sky, and the word that came out this time from his station was something you’d heard in a movie.

“Aliens…”

“Yes, aliens!! Are you happy!! You spent the last few weeks poking your nose into our business, now you know. Optimus Prime and Bumblebee here are freaking aliens from another planet that came here to stop other evil aliens that tried to wipe out the human race. We’ve been protecting them as thanks for not letting us go poof into dust!!!”

Sam was huffing angrily from his long speech.

“Calm down Sam.” Optimus said.

“I’m going to take a walk.” He grumbled, sending you a spiteful look as he walked off. Mikaela followed, not before sending you an awkward smile.

“I’m sorry about that, just give us a few minutes.” She walked with him, patting his back. Now it was just you and the two huge aliens. You swallowed.

“I assure you that we mean you no harm. Our only job is to protect the human race from Megatron’s followers. We are allies. That is why it is imperative that our existence in this world stays between very few. We’ve already been exposed once. We cannot run that risk again.”

You clenched the phone in your back pocket.

“P-People deserve to know the truth!! What happened in Mission city, it was all real!! The government covered it all up, lied and said it was some futile attempt by another country. T-This whole time it’s all been a lie!!”

“Sometimes the truth poses more harm than good.” Optimus stated.

You couldn’t believe this.

“Why should I even believe you, this could all be a trick. What if I release what I have right now to the entire internet, would you kill me?” You were treading on dangerous waters, you know that.

“Believe what you will, I cannot stop you from making a decision. Nor will I hurt you.” He sounds almost sincere. Bumblebee takes a step, and the ground gives a little rumble. He kneels to your height, and you hold your breath.

“We’d never hurt you (Y/N).”

Those blue eyes look so innocent, and his voice is the same. The same Bee you’d been dogging for the last three weeks.

“Please (Y/N).” Your hands shake, and reach into your back pocket, gritting your teeth.

“Damn it!!”

You dropped the phone on the floor, smashing it under your feet. Optimus’s optics blinked in surprise.

“Are you happy now?”

Bumblebee knew it took a lot not to follow through with that story. He did a little dance, and you almost fell over. He caught himself, waving his hands in apology. You just released a heavy breath.

So much for your juicy story.

~~~

“Hey (Y/N)!!”

You jump at that voice, and you grab your bag. You’ve been so distracted that you haven’t realized you’re the last one in the classroom. Bee steps inside and he closes the door. Moving backwards, you watch him carefully. He looks like he does a full body scan of you.

“I’m not trying to hurt you, so you can calm down.”

How does he even know you’re panicking? Your face was completely neutral.

“Are you…reading me?”

He looks to the side.

“I’m not exactly human.”

He says it like he’s sad about it. It’s weird, you spent so long trying to read him. Now that you know the truth behind his happy go lucky nature, you aren’t sure what to do with it. More than anything, he should have hated you. All that time chasing him around digging for a story. They could have easily gotten rid of you. Yes it would have raised some red flags, but if the government covered up an entire alien invasion, burying one person would be a piece of cake.

You finally loosen your grip on your bag.

“B-Back at the alley, why didn’t you just take the phone. You guys are super robots.”

It would have been so easy to take what they wanted and threaten you.

“I guess I was kind of hoping you’d keep our secret. I also..” He’s shifting on his feet.

“You also what?”

“I really wanted us to be friends.”

When he looks at you, there’s so much innocence in that gaze. Your first thought is that he’s messing with you, but you don’t read that at all. You aren’t sure what to think at this point.

“Are you pulling my leg?”

Bee’s eyebrows scrunch up in confusion, and he looks down at your legs.

“No I’m not. Y-Your legs look fine to me.”

He looks generally lost, and despite yourself you smile.

“You really are an alien.”

So, it’s possible that you won’t be taken out to keep their secret, that’s good to know.

~

“What about this one?”

You hold out your closed palm, and Bee looks at it.

“It’s an eraser.” You open your hand, and sure enough it’s an ice cream patterned eraser.

“So that’s mad strength, super hearing, crazy hacking skills, and some bionic type vision.” You make a mental note and Bee smiles.

“I thought you were giving up the story.”

“I am, doesn’t mean I can’t still gather data for myself.”

Sam and Mikaela are sitting in his backyard. Now that you know their secret, you were never shy to stop by. Try as he might, Sam couldn’t get rid of you, and Bee liked your company. It’s obvious at this point that he has very little say in what happens. Mikaela laughs at the small frown Sam has.

“Sooner or later you’re going to have to trust her.”

“She bit me.”

“Are you really still mad about that?”

“She never apologized!”

He was a child sometimes.

You and Bee are seated under a tree, and he’s playing with Sam’s dog. You steal a glance at him. If you hadn’t seen it yourself, you wouldn’t have believed it.

“Do you miss it, your home?”

He nods.

“I do, all the time. Everything on this planet is so different.” He looks down, flexing his fingers.

“I used to wonder if it would have been better if we all just perished. Maybe then this world would have been spared of our war. There would be peace.”

Of all the things he could have considered, that’s not one you thought would cross his mind. Everytime you see him, he’s always smiling.

Happy.

“This world was messed up way before you guys came. I don’t think a few alien robots can do much more than what people have already done. “

He smiles, but it doesn’t truly reach his eyes.

“I’m glad you’re here.” He looks over at you, and this time it seems like you’ve finally gotten through to him. Bee just stares, and you jump when a spark bursts from his hand. Mojo jolts, jumping back and running around barking aggressively. Sam starts chasing the poor pup down, and you look back at Bee concerned.

“Are you alright?!”

He nods a bit nervously.

“Y-Yeah I just had a little short. It’s no big deal.”

He’s moving a bit fidgety, and you know something’s up, but you decide against asking. The last time you went poking it landed you in a hairy position. He is an alien after all. You can’t hope to understand everything.

~~~

Whenever you just needed a break from the world, your go to activity was a little walk or jog. This particular afternoon you’re walking through the woods on a path. The quiet was therapeutic.

Or so you thought.

“Move move, shake shake, now drop! What your momma said!!”

The blaring speakers from a car makes you turn. You’re a bit stunned at the car that comes speeding down the trail. Expertly dodging trees and fallen branches. You jolt when it jumps a particular log. As the camaro is airborne, Bumblebee transforms. When he lands, he’s standing upright, hands now on his hips. You’d fallen onto your butt at the harsh landing. He looks down, shoulders raised a bit apologetically.

“Sorry sport.” His radio spits out.

You rise, dusting your pants as you glare at him.

“I asked you to meet me, not crush me.” You lecture. He puts his hands together in what you assume is an apology. You just chuckle, shaking your head.

“What do you need, soldier?”

It’s so funny how he manages to pull dialogues from so many stations.

“I just wanted company.” Bumblebee points to himself.

“Yeah, who else is here dummy.” You giggle at the cute way his optics blink.

“Come on, there’s a really nice spot up ahead that we can chill at.” You reach for his mental hand, grabbing one of his fingers as you pull him along. Bumblebee just follows, his engines revving just a smidge.

Twenty minutes later you pull up to your spot. It’s a little clearing. The trees provide a decent cover, yet he can still see the expense of greenery up ahead. The view was beautiful. You take a seat on a log that looks perfectly shaped into a seat.

“I come here all the time, it’s my secret spot.” You explain. He sits beside you, knees tucked to his chest awkwardly.

“Relax Bee, no one comes here except me.”

It takes him a minute, but he stretches his legs out.

“It’s nice here.”

This time he doesn’t use the radio. You grin.

“Sure is. I’ve been coming to this place for years. It’s my stress relief ball. When things get crazy or I just need a break from life this is where I am. You’re the only one that knows about it now.”

His head turns at that, and you just send him a smile.

“Now you know my secret too.”

He’s not sure how to respond to that.

“She’s so cute.”

So far he's been doing a decent job of keeping his inner feelings to himself, but it’s hard when you keep sending him those smiles. He doesn’t realize until he’s already reaching out. His finger brushes the side of your cheek, and your expression changes to one of surprise. He holds your stare for a few minutes before he processes what he’s just done. Bumblebee practically yanks his hand back.

“I’m sorry!!”

He waves around frantically,

You still appear a bit dazed, and you take his hand, seizing his crazy movements. He stopped altogether.

“It’s okay Bee, I don’t mind.” Your voice sounds so soft. Warm. You shift your position, moving closer to his seated form.

“Bee, is it okay if I..” Your hand is outstretched and he gets the message. He nods, because words have failed him. It’s not done all at once. Your movements are a bit slow, precise. Now standing much closer, both your hands extend, and you cup his metal cheeks in interest. Bumblebee is almost afraid to move. Because he’s terrified that the second he does, then your touch will be gone. His eyes closed, and the sound his engine makes is almost a purr of content. Your smile widens as he leans into your hands.

“Wow…”

It’s crazy, a few weeks ago you thought he was probably some kind of monster. Now you feel almost ashamed for making that assumption. This being was far from a monster.

He’s an angel.

Your curiosity gets the better of you and you accidentally stumble into his lap. To steady yourself, you brace your hands on his plated chest. His hand moves to your waist on instinct. You look up at him sheepishly.

“S-Sorry about that.”

“No problem at all!”

This wasn’t the worst thing to happen. He thinks for sure you’ll pull away now that you’ve gathered yourself, but you lean up, wrapping your arms around his neck as you hug him. Bumblebee grows a bit stiff.

“I’m really glad I met you, Bee.” You breathe against his neck. His optics close, and he does his best not to give off too much of a reaction.

“I’m overheating!”

He is a bit alarmed. Did you really have no idea what this was doing to him? He pats your back stiffly.

“S-So am I.”

You pull back, and when you stare at him, he’s so adorably confused. You grin, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

That’s the last blow.

“Systems buffering.”

You hear from his radio. It looks like he’s stopped functioning.

“B-Bee!!”

He needed some time to get his processes to return.

~~~~

You hand the document to Bumblebee and his eyes lit up as he scanned through the article you’d done on him. When Sam approached you a week ago concerning a piece he wanted you to do on Bee, you sort of thought he’d gone crazy. Then he explained that rather than spilling all of his cybertronian secrets, you present a column on his experiences in life.

“This week’s paper.” you explain.

Bumblebee provided a lot of insight considering what he’s been through. His views and expectations for the future actually made for a good read. It also helps to reinforce his human cover. In a way, you’d gotten your story and Bumblebee’s secret was still safe.

“Wow…that’s me!” He pointed at the picture of himself excitedly and you can’t help but laugh.

“I think this is some of my best work. You’ve actually drawn in an audience. The principal congratulated me this morning. A few of the journalism departments were actually interested in having me for a summer internship.”

“That’s great!”

It really is.

This was the first time you’d held back the punchline for a story and still felt unbelievably fulfilled. Not because of the opportunities that were now being presented, but the unlikely friendship you’ve gained.

“So is this why you were always chasing down a story for Sam and I?” He placed the paper at his side on the porch and you shook your head.

“No, not entirely. “

Bumblebee tilts his head curiously.

“With you it was more instinct than anything else. As for Sam and Mickeala, I guess I was so interested in them because deep down I wanted the same thing they have.” You pull your legs to your chest, and Bumblebee looks over at you.

“It would be nice if I could find someone to look at me like that.” You murmur.

You let out a sigh, shaking your head as you turn back to him with a little laugh.

“Sorry that I’m getting all mushy.” He doesn’t say anything, and you tilt your head.

“I think you’re amazing (Y/N).”

You think maybe he’s just saying that to make you feel better, but his brown eyes are glowing now, a blue hue and you sort of just gape.

“Bee your eyes…”

He blinks, then turns his head.

“Sorry about that! The human body is a lot more complicated than I thought. It’ll pass. I didn’t mean to freak you out.” He’s massaging his eyelids and muttering something under his breath.

“It doesn’t freak me out.” Bumblebee still won’t lift his head.

“Can I see?”

He shakes his head.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

You place your hand under his chin gently, tilting his head back in your direction.

“I’ve literally seen you change from a walking, talking robot to a human. I think I can handle some glowing eyes. “ He finally opens his eyes, and you swallow. It was amazing the way the lights circled his iris. That topped with his innocent nature and boyish charms, there was no way you could truly be afraid of him.

“See, that's not so bad.” You grin, and a small smile makes its way on his face. You move your hand, but neither of you have looked away. Bumblebee is still looking at you, and when he starts to get closer, you take a breath and pull back. You can see the instant regret on his face.

“I-I’m sorry I didn’t mean to… I don't know why I..I..” He’s rambling, similar to the way he does when he’s communicating through the radio.

“I-Its fine Bee don’t worry.” You mess with your shirt.

This is terribly awkward.

“Y-You know it’s normal for boys your age to be interested in that stuff.” Why the hell do you sound like a sex ed teacher.

“W-With the new body you just want to test that stuff out and it’s fine. I just think you should do it with someone you actually have feelings for you know.”

“Someone I have feelings for…do you mean like Sam and Mikeala?”

So he does understand.

“Exactly. They care about each other, so it’s normal. So when you find someone like that, you should go for it.”

“I’ve already found someone like that.”

Your guts twists at that.

“Y-You have.”

Why did you sound so disappointed, of course he found someone.

“Well that’s good. You should probably tell them.”

“I have feelings for you (Y/N).”

You pause, hell your entire body froze. Some part of you thinks it’s a joke, but when you look over at Bumblebee, his eyes emit so much hope that it makes your heart hammer.

“Me..?”

You whisper.

He smiles awkwardly.

“I just think you’re so confident and driven and kind. When you found out about me you could have told the world, but you kept my secret. You protected me even though you didn’t have too. Also sometimes you make this face when you’ve just snagged a good story. And when you accidentally eat spicy foods your face scrunches up and it’s so cute!”

He’s actually gushing.

You can hardly believe this.

Bumblebee takes in your speechless expression, clearing his throat.

“A-Anyway that’s all I wanted to say.”

Now he looks bashful, and you want to interject and tell him that he’s the one who’s absolutely adorable in everything he does.

“If there is someone else that you-”

“There’s no one else.” You interrupt.

You weren’t sure it was possible, but the light in his eyes shine brighter, and you smile.

His cheeks are a bit flushed now.

“S-Sorry.”

“It’s okay.”

You’re the one who moves a bit closer now. Bumblebee looks your way, and your gaze trails to his lips.

“Before..were you trying to kiss me?”

He nods, partially in a trance.

“Yeah…”

“Do you mind if I kiss you instead?”

“Please do.” He hums. You release a little giggle, hand resting on top of his as you move in. He’s nervous, you can see it all over his face. The closer you get, the faster your heart beats. Bumblebee’s eyes slide shut slowly as you both begin to meet in the middle.

“Bee you ready to go.”

Sam walks out onto the porch, and you both turn.

“Y-Yeah I’m ready.” He stands, and so do you.

“Damn you Witwicky.” You growl. Sam sends you a look, backing up.

“I’ll take that as my que to leave.” Sam says.

Bumblebee sends you a look that adds to the already erratic beats in your chest.

“Guess I’ll see you at school?” He says softly.

You nod.

“Definitely.”

[daandyli0n]

y’know what? random p0psy enderman lore time!

(some of this could be tied to the dsmp in some way)

-endermen are typically between 8′0″ and 11′3″. the average height is about 9′7″ (from what i can find). this would technically mean that c!ranboo is either just slightly below the average height (8′5″), or Very below the average height (6′7″). it depends on which one you believe is canon.

-endermen, design and somewhat behavior-wise, are pretty much just weird anthropomorphic cats.

-enderspeak is their language.

-endermen have slits on the side of their mouths. this is where the jaw unhinging can happen. usually these are closed. they can open these up when eating larger amounts of food or when screeching. they can also unhinge their jaws to yawn. it looks like even more horrifying cat yawning.

-endermen are omnivorous. they can also eat almost anything without any disgust, pain, or added side effect.

in the end, their natural diets are endermites, chorus fruit, and, if they can manage to get them out of their shells, the shulkers.

in the nether, almost anything is fair game honestly: warped fungus, nether wart, crimson fungus, the shroom lights, and even porkchops from hoglins (typically given to them from piglins)

in the overworld, they pretty much eat whatever players eat, but with the added bonus that their diets are a lot more...varied than a normal Player’s.

endermen who have become Players typically use this ability to shock and horrify their other Player friends. they have picked up silverfish and swallowed them whole while maintaining eye contact. they just eat spider eyes like they’re nothing more than berries while their teammates look like they’re about to have a stroke. they just casually eat rotten flesh without so much as making a look of disgust and without the added effect of hunger. the most normal thing they could do is eat a raw fish that they had just caught whole while not even batting an eye.

and yes, i do like to think that c!ranboo has done this to his friends before. just ate random stuff to see how much they can scare people. it works almost every time. c!tubbo and c!tommy have gotten used to it at this point. no one else has, however.

-endermen have great memories, and an enderman who has memory issues is seen as odd. hybrids, while it is still rare for them, are more commonly born with memory issues.

-related to the above point; enderwalking. enderman hybrids born with memory issues are typically born with another condition known as enderwalking. while the exact causes aren’t known, what is known (to endarians, at least) are the symptoms. occasionally, when they are stressed, anxious, or even sometimes while they are sleeping, hybrids will suddenly slip into a state where they behave similarly to a semi-feral enderman (basically, they still act like a regular person, but they still seem to run on other instincts; they want to protect family members, they get even more irritable when stared at, etc.) while normal Players haven’t exactly figured this out, endermen have figured out a way to get hybrids to work in harmony with their condition. basically, you try to activate a hybrid’s enderwalk state when that hybrid needed help with memory. this would eventually make it so the hybrid’s enderwalk state is more easily controlled and that the hybrid could switch between their states more easily. of course, that’s only if the hybrid is raised for most of their life around their enderian parent. if a younger hybrid were to, let’s say, get seperated from their enderian parent from a very young age, then they won’t get to learn the skill.

i’ll let y’all try to figure out how that applies to c!ranboo

-endermen, similarly to piglins, have absolutely no concept of gender. they don’t even have concepts similar to gender roles. they do, however, know about pronouns (or, at least, the concept of how they work).

-there is another species in the end, known as the [redacted]s. they’re like endermen, but much shorter and unable to teleport. other skills they have is that they have the ability to touch water, they can’t be burnt in fire/lava, and are immune to most types of negative potion/status effects (with the exception of weakness, harming, and wither). it’s like they’ve gotten more protection to stuff than endermen, but at the cost of physical strength, height, and teleportation. oh yeah, they’re also much fluffier.

-OH YEAH, ENDERMEN ARE ALSO CRAZY STRONG. THEY CAN LITERALLY RIP SOMEONE’S ARM OFF WITH NO ISSUE. THIS IS WHY FIGHTING ONE IS VERY DANGEROUS.

-oh yeah: they also just. go very fast. not only are they fast on two legs, but they can also just start sprinting even faster on all fours.

-ender pearls function as the heart and soul of an enderman. they also hold the teleportation powers and strength of an enderman.

-in the nether, the warped forest vines are known for creating symbiotic relationships with dead/dying endermen by helping keep them alive.

-the amount of fur an enderman has, as well as their general style, depends on where they’re from.

in/from the end: long, flowing robe-type clothing, as well as having long hair in braids. their fur is also typically longer. they look regal.

in/from the nether: piglin-esque clothing, but in more warped forest colors. they might also have warped vines covering their body. their hair is either very, very short, or insanely long hair that might occasionally be in a ponytail. their fur is obviously going to be very short, but they’d also have dark teal markings. they look meaner, in general.

in/from the overworld: in general, it typically depends on climate/location. how they look depends on where they are/where they lived.

-endermen give birth to their children by laying eggs, which then is birthed into a slightly furry infant (think like how a platypus works).

-the [redacted]s and endermen are very friendly with each other. the type of hybrid c!ranboo is actually very common in the end. not in the overworld, obviously.

-endermen like holding blocks. it’s comforting.

-endermen actually do know how to hold weapons, and can learn to use them very quick. even quicker than a player even.

-the only reason that endermen as a species aren’t considered Players is because they don’t have inventories. upon getting an inventory, they are then considered a player.

that’s all i have off the top of my head. if you have any questions, let me know.

[mystic-deep]

“You don’t know how to beg, darling.” part 2 | Nanami Kento x fem!reader

♡ ♡ ♡ description: Moving to your dream home had been more difficult than you had expected. Everything seems so be going well, until you get a surprise guest.

♡ ♡ ♡ warnings: nsfw, fingering, rough kissing, penetration, shower sex

♡ ♡ ♡ notes: part two is here! hope you guys enjoy it, I know I did while writing it haha and as always it's not proofread so please show mercy.

♡ ♡ ♡ part one here:  “You don’t know how to beg, darling.”

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“It’s not too big but it’s not too small, and property is selling like crazy in this neighborhood, so I think you’re making a great investment!”

The real estate agent pulled in front of a modest looking house and offered you a hopeful grin. It had been almost a month since you were house hunting and nothing really fit with what you were looking for. Your dream home was proving to be quite an impossible task – either the property was good but it was too far from the beach, or the property was right on the beach but the house was a disaster. The ones that hurt the most? The houses that were just right but they were over budget.

“I don’t know, I’m not impressed.”

With pursed lips, you stepped out of the car and looked at the exterior wall of the house that clearly needed some good repairs. As you followed the agent through the metal gate and into the front garden, you had to admit that it at least had some nice flower arrangements and sturdy trees offered a pleasant shade.

“It has two bedrooms, two bathrooms, a small study, a large kitchen equipped with all the newest gadgets, a garage and quite a cozy living room.”

As you stepped inside you had to admit that it looked much better that what the exterior had promised. The rooms were spacious enough, the main bedroom having a nice view of the beach and the kitchen was indeed equipped with everything you’d want a modern kitchen to have.

It might not have been perfect, there was definitely work to be done and the furniture it came with was hideous, but so far it was the best you’ve seen. However, just like you expected, it was over budget.

Sensing your indecisive state, like any good agent would, the young woman pushed you from behind towards the terrace. “Oh, but I haven’t showed you the best part yet!”

You gasped, you just stood there like an idiot and gasped as you stepped out on the terrace and looked straight at the sea in front of you. Forget being near the beach, you were literally on the beach! There was a small wooden trail leading to the golden sand and the blue waves, just a minute walk and you’d be submersed in the cool water.

“Imagine waking up to this every morning and imagine reading a book and drinking a glass of wine as the sun sets.” The devil on your shoulder, that’s what it felt like as she whispered almost seductively in your ear. You were impressed with her skill though - she definitely left the best part for last just to give it that wow factor.

Still, it was a going to drain almost all of your economies and - “The beach in front is private, you own it.”

“Where do I sign?”

The agent gave you a tight hug, more than happy to finally be rid of you, and dashed to the car where she happened to have a bottle of champagne prepared for the wonderful occasion. You thought to yourself that she either was so confident in her skills that she will convince you to buy this house, or prepared to get drunk after yet another failed attempt.

You looked back at the incredible blue sea and took a deep breath. It was scary, it was right down terrifying to jump head on into the unknown and with no current financial stability. You still had a regular income from your previous job since your boss pretty much refused to let you go, but you had half of your responsibilities and obviously half the salary. You would be on a tight budget for the next few months, you had to see if the house needed any immediate repairs and you had to redecorate everything inside.

“And when will your husband be joining you?”

You were brought back to the harsh reality by the excited voice of the young woman who was now pouring the cheap champagne in plastic glasses.

“Soon…he still has some things he needs to take care of back home.”

Your heart began to tighten in your chest as your thumb gently rubbed the golden ring on your index finger. You were so used to wearing it that you simply put it on every morning like routine. When asked, you told everyone that you were still married because you felt you would be safer that way and because, technically, you still were.

After your last exchange of messages Nanami had not contacted you once. He didn’t sign the divorce papers and you were starting to think that hiring a lawyer just seemed inevitable at this point. You had been so caught up with the moving and the house hunting that you just pushed it in the back of your mind like some trivial matter that you’ll take care of once you got around.

“Well I’m sure he’s just going to love your new home! Here’s to a happy family!”

You took a sip from the champagne glass, quickly spitting the liquid back before the agent could see you, and looked outside the window. Family…you felt like you were a long way from achieving that, but owning your very own little piece of heaven in Malaysia sure made things easier.

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With a sigh you pulled the phone away from your ear as the whimpers of your boss were now scratching your eardrums. “No, I’m not coming back, we’ve talked about this hundreds of times already. Also, please stop crying.”

“And I’m telling you that you’ve offered them too much for such a small quantity of products. Last year when we made the purchase we offered them 30% less, what made them spike the prices so high this time around?” You poured the fresh coffee in your favorite mug and skillfully avoided stepping on your cat as you moved to place it on a tray.

“The bad economy has affected everyone not just them.” You propped your phone between your shoulder and your ear as you dropped a tablespoon of sugar in the coffee and began to stir. “Tell them that you’re going to offer them 10% more than what we offered last year and only if they increase the batch by 20%.” Your eyes narrowed slightly as you placed a book on the tray and a freshly baked pain au chocolat. “What do you mean what are you going to do with the rest of the products? Sell them to your competitors at double the price. Have I taught you nothing?”

Several minutes later, after somewhat managing to calm down the older man, you strolled down the wooden path to the beach where a large folding chair and a small table were waiting for you. You placed the tray on the table, sat down and took in the wonderful view in front of you. The weather outside was perfect and you decided to wear just a light summer dress that was slightly transparent.

You took a sip from your coffee and opened your book, deciding that this was a day for lazing around. It had been more than a month since you’ve finally finished with all the repairs and decorations but it was worth the long wait. Everything looked just perfect now, you had flexible working hours and you even managed to adopt a stray cat.

Yes, everything was perfect, everything was going great.

“Took me forever to find you.”

You looked up from your book and blinked once, blinked twice, and still couldn’t believe what you were seeing. There, hovering above you, stood Nanami with his blond hair and sharp blue eyes, with his sand colored pants and his white shirt with the sleeves pulled up to his elbows, the golden band of the wedding ring shinning in the sun.

“What…How…When…” You didn’t even know how to phrase your shock. A part of you was hoping that you were hallucinating.

“It took me forever to convince your mother to talk to me. Then probably just as long to get her to tell me where you were. She’s not really good at remembering small details so she had no idea what your house looked like.” He huffed in annoyance before plopping down on the sand by your side. “Took me awhile to find the house.”

“How did you get in?”

“Strangely enough she remembered perfectly where the spare key was.” Betrayed by my own mother, you thought bitterly.

“Why are you here, Nanami?”

“Not Kento? From what I remember, you’re Nanami too.”

Your face began to burn with anger and sensing that you were on the verge of exploding, he quickly fished out of his pocket a folded paper.

“I’m not here to fight, I just came to give you this.” You took the piece of paper with trembling hands and opened it. The divorce papers, and they were signed. Finally, your marriage was over.

“You could have just mailed them to me.”

“I didn’t come all the way here just to hand you the papers, I also wanted to talk. You owe me that much after pulling that disappearing act.”

Your first intention was to protest, then again maybe listening to him rather than fighting back would make things end quicker. You offered him a little nod to continue.

“I don’t have excuses for cheating on you. No one seduced me, I searched for someone to bend to my will and I found her quickly. I wanted to feel needed…no, I wanted to feel like I was dominating.” His eyes looked down to his hands almost in shame. “You were working so hard, you were so ambitious, it felt like you could truly achieve our dream…while I had so little hope it was possible, it felt like you would leave me behind.”

You listened attentively to every word, trying your best not to let the anger get to you. Just bear with it, let him say whatever will make him feel better and then you won’t have to see him ever again. Although, now that he was in front of you, that thought was turning to be hell.

“I was jealous, I was jealous of the fact that I was no longer your priority. I feared the day you’d realize you didn’t really need me and that you could achieve everything by your own.”

“So you’ve cheated on me and said all those cruel things because you were insecure?” Your eyes became watery as your hands curled in tight fists. “Is this all you had to say? Because I think I’ve heard enough.”

“I’m sorry, y/n. I’m sorry for the pain I’ve caused, I’m sorry for not being strong enough to make our dream come true. That day when you left me was also the day I ended my affair. If I could…but I can’t, so I guess that yeah, that’s all I had to say.”

He stood up and gently patted his pants to get rid of the sand before looking at you.

“For all it’s worth, I really like the house and I like the cat and-” His eyes traveled to your chest that was covered by the thin white material of the dress. “-I definitely like this dress.”

Your cheeks turned pink and your arms quickly went to cover the skin that felt so exposed. Taking advantage of your distraction, he reached for your legs and lifted you up, carrying you princess style, and began to walk towards the sea.

“W-What are you doing?”

You were met with silence as Nanami continued his march unbothered by your kicking and screaming.

“Wait! The water is pretty cold!” Despite your protest, he entered the icy blue water, trying his best to hide the little winces every time a small wave hit him.

“Nanami, if you drop me, I swear-”

“I thought you wanted me to let you down.”

“Oh you’ve let me down plenty of times already.”

With a small glare, he retrieved his arm making you fall unceremoniously in the cold water. You let at a shriek and realized in horror that the divorce papers that you were holding were now being washed away by the sea.

“Oh no, how very tragic.” Nanami’s smirk and sarcasm were the last straw, and you plunged yourself at him, knocking him down in the shallow water.

His eyes grew large and tried to fight you as you straddled him and pinned his arms above his head.

“Move.” His voice was low and dangerous but the adrenaline pumping in your veins made you immune.

“You don’t know how to beg, darling.” There were a series of emotions flashing in his eyes, from shock, to anger, to amusement and finally…sadness.

“But if I learn, will you take me back?”

You looked at him and time just seemed to stop. Right here, this moment, this bickering and playing in the water, this half wet half disheveled man, the way he looked at you, your clothes wet and sticking to your skin, sticking to each other…it was perfect.

Your lips crushed on his in a hungry kiss and he eagerly retuned it. With a quick movement, he wrapped his arm around your waist and lifted your body along with his. Effortlessly, you thought as you your legs wrapped around his waist and let yourself be carried inside the house.

“Bedroom.” You motioned to the small stairs that ledmk to the first floor and he pretty much jogged towards the room, all the while maneuvering splendidly your excited cat that thought it was time to play.

He closed the door behind you before his hand reached for the back of your head and pulled you in for another deep kiss. You both began to shiver, probably from the excitement of finally touching each other for so long but also because you were wet from head to toe.

“Undress.” He pulled slightly away and began to unbutton his shirt, his eyes never leaving you.

“You’re pretty monosyllabic today.” You ignored his annoyed expression and focused on removing your dress, but your hands froze on the waistband of your panties.

What were you doing? Was this enough? Was this all it took for you to forgive him and welcome him back with opened arms?

“I’ll help you remove these.” With a quick movement, he pulled down the piece of lingerie and tossed it on the ground where the rest of the clothes were. You didn’t even realize when he had backed you against the wall, but now here you were, trapped like last time, the only difference was that now you were both very much naked.

He was so close to you that your perked nipples were softly brushing against his bare chest. Slowly, he let his hand travel between your thighs and began to rub gently with his thumb. You inhaled deeply and looked down at his cock, hard and swollen and begging for attention. You wrapped your small hand around it and gave it a few gentle strokes, noticing how his brows began to furrow and sweat began to form on his forehead.

He was hard and more than ready to have you against the wall, and as his finger travelled to your folds, he realized you were wet and needy and more than ready to be taken.

Just as you were anticipating his fingers to enter you, he pulled away and took a few steps back. You were left there, the light of the morning sun shining on your naked body and looked at him in a quizzical way.

“Beautiful…you’re just so damn beautiful.” Your face felt red and hot and the lack of his touch made your body shiver.

Noticing your state, Nanami gently took your hand and guided you both to the bathroom, turning on the shower before letting you step inside.

You left out a sigh as the hot water washed over your skin and glanced over your shoulder as Nanami stepped inside as well, one hand resting on the shower tiles while the other rested on your hip.

“Hard and fast.” He whispered in your ear as you felt the tip of his cock probing at your entrance. “Hard and fast and then I promise…I’ll make it slow and good for you.” With that he entered you with a deep thrust and you let your head fall back in a silent scream.

He wasn’t joking when he said hard and fast, his hips were snapping into you at such a pace you were seeing stars. Your hands fell on the wet tiles, trying to hold your body from collapsing. It had been too long for the both of you so you understood the urgency of fucking you so intensely.

His hand travelled to your clit and began to rub it vigorously, making all your body tremble from head to toe. “Oh! K-Kento!”

“So we’re back to Kento now?”

You turned your head to look at him and arched a brow. “Do you want me to call you ‘daddy’?”

He pinched your clit hard and rubbed your left nipple with little mercy. “Would you like to call me that, princess?” His hand left your clit and landed a slap against your ass. “Although, I suggest next time you put a little more effort into it, just to avoid punishment.” He was grinning from head to toe, the damn bastard was enjoying every single second of this teasing.

Your mouth opened in order to argue back but you let out a loud moan as he began to push himself inside of you even deeper. So close, you were so close and he was hitting just that right spot. The warm water was falling on your already hot skin, the slaps that his hips made against your body were making lewd sounds that filled the whole bathroom, everything was foggy and your mouth felt dry.

“Fuck, I’m so close-” You could hear him mumble some other words but you were so far gone at this point that the only thing that you could concentrate on was your inevitable soul shattering climax.

“Oh god, please, please, Kento, I’m almost, I’m-” You let out a scream as you came around his swollen cock, nearly collapsing in the process. With his hand tightly fixated on your hips, Nanami slowed down for a moment, letting you regain some kind of composer before returning to a fast pace. You were so wet, you were squeezing him so tightly, your little moans and whimpers sent vibrations to his lower stomach, making him shiver.

“You’re just so perfect, my love. You’re always just so perfect for me to fuck.” A few more thrusts and his hands gripped with such force at your hips that you were sure he left bruises. You didn’t care at the very least, not when your husband had just let out the most primal growl you ever heard him making and his cock filled your hole with his delicious hot cum.

You both just stood there for a few seconds, your forehead resting on the slightly cool tile while Nanami kissed your shoulders before finally pulling out of you.

“Now that hard and fast is over…when am I getting slow and good?”

“Always so greedy.” He let out a light chuckle before pressing a soft kiss on your lips. “I love you.” Just like that, he let the words roll out of his mouth with such ease and looked at you with complete adoration.

“I love you too.” You turned around and let your hands gently caress his cheeks, the happiness of being able to say these words again making you feel light as a feather.

“Good, I’ll need you to love me a lot. There will be plenty of other ‘hard and fast’ sessions before this day is over.” And for once, you didn’t open your mouth to argue.

[cafedanslanuit]

[ k i n k t o b e r ]  d a y   12    -   masterlist

↪ character: jumin han [mystic messenger]

↪ tags/warnings: +18, female!reader, cam girl, videocall sex, mutual masturbation, porn with plot.

↪ a/n: the way i intended this to be short and turn out to be a full story lol. still, i really liked this and i can picture going back to this scenario again <3

Pop-up ads were Jumin Han’s worst nightmare.

No matter how many fancy antivirus the tech department installed on his laptop, he always managed to click somewhere he wasn’t supposed to and next thing he knew, there was a picture of an erect penis on his screen.

It usually didn’t irritate him as much, but that day he had to stay up working on a project and now he was stuck in a website he couldn’t close, no matter how many times he clicked the small “x”. He had called someone from the tech department and solicited a new laptop. It was going to take around thirty minutes for it to arrive. He poured himself a glass of wine and looked disgusted at his screen, where a blonde woman was playing with her breasts in front of the camera, that said “Live”.

Once again, he tried to close the window, but instead opened a new one instead, making him roll his eyes backwards in exasperation. When he looked at the screen again, he saw a young woman with long brown hair and big eyes looking at the screen with a small smile. It felt like she was looking right into her eyes, and he covered the camera on his laptop for a second just to make sure she wasn’t. She was wearing a white baby doll while kneeling on her bed, her bare thighs looking incredibly soft and alluring. She wasn’t touching herself but rather playing with her hair and giggling once in a while after looking at her screen. Jumin’s eyes darted to the right, where he saw comments from anonymous people appearing by the second.

As she read them, she propped up her thigh, making Jumin blush instantly. He couldn’t see her underwear, but the innocent way she had moved as if she hadn’t figured out she was showing more skin made his head spin.

His security guard knocking on his door made him come back to reality. His new laptop was probably back. Jumin quickly noted down the name of the user and the name of the website that had appeared in front of him before opening the door and taking his new laptop to finish up his work.

Watching her became a regular thing he did right before he went to bed. After a quick research he had understood what was the purpose with what the internet called cam girls, but the girl he had become so obsessed with didn’t meet all the criteria. For example, he hadn’t seen her naked once, every time she wore lingerie that covered from her breasts to her bottom. She usually just chatted with the people that left comments and sometimes would show off the clothes she was wearing. Jumin felt embarrassed at the tent that formed in his pants after she turned around to show off a cat lingerie that had a tail attached to it.

Two weeks after his discovery, he found himself again watching her. She was wearing a black lingerie set and was kneeling on her bed, a slightly distraught expression on her face.

“No, thankfully I’m okay,” she said, and her voice made Jumin’s heart flutter. “It just isn’t working anymore. A lot of smoke came out and I had to call a tow truck.”

He paid attention to the comments as they appeared and figured out it was about her car breaking down. She proceeded to explain how much she needed it to get to work and that she still didn’t have the money for it.

“So, if anyone can donate at least $5 I’d be really thankful,” she shrugged with a sheepish smile that didn’t match with the website he was watching her in.

For the first time ever, he moved his fingers to the keyboard and typed a message.

user18368: ‘How much does it take to fix your car?’

He watched her eyes go to her screen and read his comment.

“Oh, it’s about $2000. So yeah, I’m hoping I can get some here and then maybe sell some of my stuff, I don’t know,” she answered, fixing the strap on her bra.

The big golden ‘Donate’ button seemed to get bigger as he weighed his options. Jumin wasn’t an impulsive person, but seeing her sad face and the fact $2000 wasn’t a lot of money for him to begin with, he impulsively took out his credit card and filled out the form to send the money she needed.

The look of surprise on her face was enough for him to smile when she saw his donation appear on the screen. The cute way she covered her mouth with her hands as she bounced on the bed with glee was all Jumin needed to stop asking what the other people in the chat meant by calling him a ‘simp’. She thanked him, or well, she thanked user18368 for the donation and said she would call him later for his reward.

Reward?

Jumin’s eyes flickered to the stop of the screen where he saw the title of that day’s stream: ‘Emergency giveaway: 1 on 1 session! <3’.

Oh.

Not even five minutes after she finished the stream, he saw a small pop-up on the website that said ‘Sweetheart’ wanted to chat. Jumin swallowed thick and clicked on the ‘Accept’ button, not sure what he was doing. The girl appeared on his screen and waved at him, the most beautiful smile he had ever seen on her face.

“Hey! Thanks again for the car money. I owe you my life,” she joked, bouncing a little on her bed. Jumin stayed silent. His camera and microphone were off, but she was still smiling at him, and unlike the previous times, she was smiling just at him. “Hey, you don’t have to turn on your camera if you’re uncomfortable, but maybe you could turn your mic on? I’m always nervous some kid got here and I’m corrupting a minor,” she explained with a giggle. Jumin pressed on the microphone button.

“Definitely not a child.”

The girl’s eyes widened a little at the sound of his voice, her cheeks blushing at the same time. She bit her lip and then put on a smile again.

“Okay, what would you like to do? Would you like me to do something you like?”

“No,” Jumin answered quickly. “No, I-- I honestly didn’t know there was a prize behind this. I just wanted to send you the money you needed because I’ve been watching you for a while and I wanted to help out.”

“Oh, for how long?” she asked, curiously.

“A couple of weeks,” he said, embarrassed. “If that’s okay.”

“It’s totally okay,” she assured him, smiling again just the way he was starting to fall for. “I don’t really do a lot of shows in public, but sometimes I agree to do other… stuff in private sessions like this,” she said, playing with her hands.

“Like what?” he asked, intrigued.

“Like… well, sometimes I tell them what I would like someone to do to me. Sometimes I play with myself a bit,” she said, her fingers stroking the hem of her cleavage. Jumin felt himself getting hard at every move she made. “Or I watch them touch themselves. But if you don’t want to turn on your camera it’s really okay. I can tell you what to do.”

“What to do?”

“Uh-huh,” she hummed. “For example, I’d like you to lower your pants right now and touch yourself over your underwear. That is, if you’re wearing any,” she added with a cheeky smile.

Jumin looked at his locked bedroom door, not sure what to do. He had never been one to enjoy these kinds of situations, but there was something about her that drew him to oblige to her every word. She was waiting for him patiently, her innocent face a sharp contrast to what she was asking him to do. Still, he started touching himself over his pajama bottoms, his cock twitching at the attention.

“Mmmm, are you by any chance a little hard?” her voice rang, making him look at the screen again.

“Yeah,” he muttered. Jimin felt dirty, he felt like someone was going to catch him doing something indecorous, but he also couldn’t stop himself from complying to her orders.

“I always take that as a compliment,” she smiled, sticking her tongue out playfully. “Can you touch yourself directly now?”

Jumin did as told, freeing his cock and starting to pump it. He let out a groan as he made contact with his erection and right when he was about to apologize, he saw her biting her lips.

“I like your voice,” she commented, playing with her black babydoll. Jumin kept pumping himself, feeling somewhat proud she was reacting to his voice as well. “Now, I don’t want any fast movements. Just slow, like this,” she said, moving her hand on the screen.

He imitated her hand movements with his own, imagining for a second she was there with him instead of behind a screen.

“Fuck,” he hissed. He wanted to go faster, but her hand was still moving slowly and he wouldn’t be the one to do anything but what she asked him to. He saw her biting his lip when he talked again.

“Okay. Now slowly circle your tip with your thumb. But softly, as if it was a small lick,” she winked. She waited for him to do as she said, his breathing becoming more ragged with every second that went by.

Jumin’s deep grunts were making her squirm on her seat. How could someone’s voice be that attractive? She wished he turned on his camera, but knew better than to pressure him to do so. Closing her eyes, her right hand travelled to her front, underneath her lingerie and started rubbing her clit. She let out a soft mewl, her middle finger drawing circles around her clit, making her see stars.

“Keep pumping yourself, a little faster now” she said, trying to ignore how much she was panting at her own ministrations. “But please, let me hear you more.”

With one hand, he brought his laptop closer to him, so she could listen to his voice better. Jumin was never one to do these things. He had been thought better, he knew the proper way to act with a lady, but… the way she was slightly bouncing on the bed as she touched herself had caused a short circuit inside his head.

“Keep going, keep going,” she whispered, a moan escaping her lips. She parted her legs and even if he couldn’t see anything, the sole sight of her hand rubbing against her while her face was contorted in pure pleasure was enough to send Jumin over the edge. He grunted as he did so, staining his stomach with his release, as his eyes were still glued on the screen.

She kept touching herself, the sound of Jumin’s orgasm obviously affecting her, as her back arched as she kept her hand moving rapidly.

A dark idea crossed Jumin’s mind as he saw her getting closer, an idea he might not have acted on unless he was sure she couldn’t see him, like in that moment.

“Keep going,” Jumin instructed her, his voice a bit hoarse as he was just coming back to his senses. She opened the eyes and looked at the screen, her cheeks bright red, and nodded. In a matter of seconds, she was orgasming in front of him, and Jumin thought he had never seen a woman more beautiful than her. Even as she broke down, her face looked pristine, innocent, and the way she hadn’t even undressed herself or seen him for her to come undone was making his head spin.

She inhaled deeply as she tried to regulate her breathing, a shy smile as she looked at the front camera.

“Sorry, I-- Your voice is just… really hot,” she muttered, looking down at her hands.

“It's okay. You’re very enticing yourself,” he replied, wishing he was able to pull her on his lap and hold her close after sharing such a moment. 

She thanked him again for the money and he shrugged it off. The little wave she did to him as she said goodbye stayed on his mind for the rest of the week.

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It was like everyone he met knew what he had done one week ago. Jumin knew they didn’t, but that didn’t help from feeling stressed whenever someone looked at him for a second longer than needed. The girl with the long brown hair and big eyes was living on his mind, twisting and twirling the red strings he had there, only managing him to confuse him even more. He had avoided her stream the last few days, wanting to desintoxicate himself, but quickly learnt it wasn’t possible.

“We’re here,” Jaehee said, as Driver Kim stopped the car. It was supposed to be a short balance meeting after the last RFA party, and taking into consideration everyone’s schedules, they had agreed to meet at a cafe downtown. Jaehee had assured everyone the meeting shouldn’t be longer than half an hour, but that their presence was necessary as she needed everyone to sign some documentation for the donations.

When he entered the coffee shop with Jaehee, he saw Saeyoung, Zen and Yoosung were already there. After muttering ‘good afternoon’, she sat on his seat and watched idly as Saeyoung was teasing Yoosung over something he didn’t quite hear.

“Now that the CEO-in-line is here, we can finally order,” Zen said, rolling his eyes at him. Jumin ignored him, not having the energy to respond to that. The actor called over one of the waitressed, who quickly approached their table.

“Hi! Are you ready to order now?” she asked in a cheerful tone.

Jumin didn’t even have to look up to know whose voice he had just heard.

[p-artsypants]

The Ghost of Smokey Joe (6)

St. James Infirmary

Adrien Agreste was acting bizarre. Before she can get the truth out of him, Marinette finds herself as the sole heir to the Gabriel brand and the mansion, following the murder-suicide of both Adrien and Gabriel Agreste. The mystery continues as Tikki explains that Adrien was Chat Noir...but if Adrien is six feet under, why is Chat Noir still running around?

Relationships:

Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir/Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug

Alya Césaire/Nino Lahiffe

Characters:

Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir, Alya Césaire, Nino Lahiffe, Nathalie Sancoeur, Gabriel Agreste | Papillon | Hawk Moth

Additional Tags:

Temporary Character Death, Murder Mystery, off screen murder, Ghosts, Supernatural - Freeform, Haunting, Horror, Psychological Thriller, Eventual Happy Ending, I promise, Song fic, Halloween Flavored, Identity Reveal, Aged Up, Canon Universe, Mabel Voice: He's Resting, SPOOOKKKYYYYYY

Ao3 | FF.net

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The night of the visitation, it rained. Like a kick to the gut, a painful reminder of what it was like to fall in love…now was only a soothing presence to losing love. 

The old umbrella in her hand didn’t help either. It was his. Adrien’s. The very same he gave her that day over ten years ago. 

Marinette had agonized over what to wear for too long. It was a wake, so black, right? She had this outfit picked out and everything. A sharp blazer over her little black cocktail dress, with black pumps. Even though it was a wake, it was a wake for her boss, one of the most influential fashion moguls in the world, and she would be taking his place. She had to look her best. 

But then, she changed her mind. It was a social event, yes, and she would be in the public eye and representing the brand, true! 

But it felt gross. 

The cocktail dress was too sexy for a wake, and wearing that much black made her look goth. 

It just wasn’t right. 

Then she saw the dress. A rose pink, knee length dress that flared out as it went down. It had little black polka dots on it. 

And it was Adrien’s favorite. He said so every time she wore it. 

Too peppy for a wake. Too casual, too fun and flirty. But a black cardigan over it, and she felt perfect. 

She could almost hear his voice as she posed in the mirror. 

“I love that dress on you. You look so cute, Marinette.” 

It made tears spring to her eyes. 

So no makeup then. Because she knew she would be crying a lot more tonight. 

“Don’t forget to pack tissues,” Tikki reminded, helpfully.

“Right, thank you, Tikki.” She tucked the little package in her purse. 

With one last pass of the brush through her hair, she was ready. 

So now she stood outside of the manor, the gate open. 

Well folks, I'm goin' down to St. James Infirmary

See my little baby there

She's stretched out on a long, white table

Well she looks so good, so cold, so fair

The paparazzi stood nearby with their cameras, ready to swoop in like vultures. 

She must have paused for too long, because they descended on her quickly, shoving mics in her face and asking questions. 

Didn’t they know why she was here? Didn’t they know what she was going through?

An arm reached around her shoulders and started leading her forward. “Alright everyone, that’s enough! Can’t you see she’s not in the mood?” Her rescuer shouted. 

The reporters didn’t pass through the gate, as that would have been trespassing. So thankfully, the crowd was left behind as they moved forward. 

“Thank you,” she said to the unfamiliar man. 

“Of course, Miss Dupain-Cheng.” He nodded. 

“You know me?”

“I know of you. Head intern to Gabriel Agreste himself, if I’m not mistaken. I’m from Harper’s Bazaar.” 

“Oh...a reporter.”

“Yes, but I really was just here as a guest to pay my respects. I’ve interviewed both Gabriel and Adrien a few times.”

“I see.”

He led her into the house.

Let her go, let her go, God bless her,

Wherever she may be,

She will search this wide world over,

But she'll never find another sweet man like me.

She was early, as Nathalie had instructed. No other guests were here. Just funeral staff, some family, and two steel caskets.

Two steel closed caskets.

Might make retrieving Adrien’s ring a bit of a problem, but not seeing his face…cold, motionless, and waxy would keep her somewhat sane. 

The man walked with her right up to the casket, the one with Adrien’s picture next to it.

“It’s a shame. That much skill, the absolute genius spread between the two of them. The world as a whole will never be the same.” 

“Yeah.” 

“Any idea what’s going to happen next? Not that this is an interview, I’m just curious.” 

She shrugged, “well, I’ve been offered the position, and everyone wants me to take it...but it’s so…”

“Overwhelming?”

“Yes.” She rested her hand on the casket. “I wish I could have a moment alone with him.” 

“Let me see what I can do.” He smiled, then he called louder, to the room. “The lady would like a few minutes alone, if possible.” 

“Is she family?” A staff member asked. 

“This is Madam Dupain-Cheng, she’s the successor to Gabriel’s empire. She’s practically family!” 

There was no arguing with that, and the group of staff members filed out into the adjacent dining room. 

“Thank you,” Marinette called to the man, still not getting his name.

“Don’t worry about it darling.” And he followed them out.

Marinette glanced around the room, just to make sure she was alone. “Tikki?”

“I’m here!” 

“I need you to keep watch.” The casket had two doors, one on top that would have been open if this was a regular visitation, and one over the legs. She slid the flower arrangement on top over to the bottom section and ran her hand over the edge. She pulled up slightly, and as she feared, it was sealed. 

“It’s locked,” she lamented. 

“Let me try!” Tikki zipped around the casket, and a moment later, it clicked and the cap opened ever so slightly. 

Marinette took a deep breath as her fingers curled under the lip.

“What are you waiting for?” 

“Just…I don’t want to do this. I don’t want to see what he looks like. I don’t want to…” but she put her reservations on hold, and pushed the lid up. 

She choked out a startled gasp. “Oh no…” 

Now, when I die, bury me in my straight-leg britches,

Put on a box-back coat and a stetson hat,

Put a twenty-dollar gold piece on my watch chain,

So you can let all the boys know I died standing pat.

Instead of the mangled body of her true love, there was only a pile of sandbags. 

Tikki, also horrified, went over to Gabriel’s casket and phased inside. Then she popped out, “this one is the same!” 

Marinette closed the lid and moved the flowers back into place, her mind moving at a mile a minute. Vaguely, she heard the click of the casket as Tikki put it to rights. 

Marinette was panicking, but quickly calmed herself down. This didn’t mean anything malicious, not yet. Maybe they were cremated and the family wanted to keep it a secret. Or because there’s no graveside service, their bodies had already been buried.

Who was she kidding, something was definitely going on. 

A mystery that was just aching to be solved, but her first priority was to retrieve Adrien’s ring. 

“--A moment alone!” A voice shouted from the dining room.

Marinette whirled around in time to see Felix storming towards her. Did he know? Was she caught?

He brushed past her, “move.” And went directly to the casket, grabbing the lip like she had. 

“Please sir! You’ll damage the casket!” One of the funeral home staff rushed and grasped Felix by the shoulder. “It’s shut and locked, it can’t be opened again.”

“I didn’t get to say goodbye!” Felix snarled. “Look at him!” He pointed at the photo on display next to the casket. “He has my face! I deserve to see him one last time!” 

“Sir...he doesn’t look like that anymore. It would be very disturbing to see his remains.” 

Disturbing indeed, considering Adrien wasn’t in there at all.

Amelie was quick to join the group and she consoled her son. “We talked about this. You knew it was going to be a closed casket.” 

“They said the family had time alone. I just...wanted to say goodbye, face to face.” He shook his head and scowled. “He deserved that, at least.” 

Marinette made herself small, feeling like an intruder in this family crisis. But Amelie still saw her and brought her in for a hug.

“How are you holding up, dear?” She asked, pulling away slightly. 

“I’m…I’ve been better.” 

“Of course, I’m so sorry for your loss.” 

Marinette had met Amelie and Felix more than a few times working at Gabriel. As the years went on, they came to visit more and more often. Amelie was always insistent that she call her ‘Aunt Amelie’ like Adrien. It felt weird to break the habit now. 

“Isn’t pink a little too festive for the occasion?” Felix bit. The red from anger in his cheeks had faded. Now he just sounded bitter. 

It was Adrien’s voice…but not. It was a shame Felix sounded so much like him. 

He looked just like him too, minus the slicked back hair and glasses. 

“Adrien really loved this dress,” Marinette whispered. “I know it’s not—I just—“ 

His face softened slightly, relieved that she had Adrien in mind, and not fashion. “Sounds fine to me.”

Even after the disastrous first encounter they had, Felix and Marinette never became friends. He and Adrien certainly got along, or at least appeared to, but Felix and Marinette were only ever cordial. 

It was a wake, after all. He should be nice. He gave her a small smile, one that looked eerily similar to Adrien’s.

Before she could stop herself, she was hugging him. 

He didn’t smell like Adrien at all. He smelled like clean cat litter and laundry detergent, not spicy cologne and the smallest hint of cheese. Belatedly, she realized the cheese smell was probably Plagg’s doing. 

“Uh…” He said awkwardly, before sighing and patting her on the back. 

“I’m sorry,” she pulled away. “Even though…” she trailed off with a blush, embarrassed with what she had done. “You just look like him.” 

“I know,” he shrugged. “I worried about coming. I’m prepared for people to see me and burst into tears. Or hug me, like you did. I get it. As much as I would like otherwise, I’m willing to tolerate it for today.” 

“That’s kind of you.” 

His face softened further. “You loved him, didn’t you?” 

Amelie gasped. “Felix! You can’t just ask things like that!” 

“It’s okay,” Marinette assured, hugging herself. “You’re right. I was—am. I still love him, even though he’s gone.” 

“And…you know what happened?” 

She nodded. “It sucks. And I really wish I could allow one terrible action to wipe everything away…but I knew him. These last two weeks he wasn’t himself. He was cruel to me in a way I had never seen. It just…it wasn’t Adrien.” 

Felix gave her a critical look. “I always assumed my cousin couldn’t hurt a fly. It’s…bizarre, what happened.” 

“It’s not public knowledge,” Amelie reminded. “And it should stay that way.” 

“Who are we protecting by lying about it? The ‘Brand’? The family? Adrien himself?” 

“What are they saying, anyway?” Asked Marinette. 

“They’re saying both Adrien and Gabriel died from an in-home accident.”

“Vague,” said Felix. “Suspicious.” 

“But better than ‘unknown causes’ at least,” said Marinette.  “Maybe it’s selfish, but I want Adrien to be remembered for all the good he did…” As Chat Noir, her brain added, “and not the demons he faced in the end.” 

“Still, I can’t help but wonder what made him snap,” he mused, looking at Marinette. “Do you have any idea what may have caused it?” 

Her mind went back to two weeks, when he had asked her to dinner. He was nervous, and told her he had something to tell her. 

And then that phone call a few nights ago. What had he said? Something about the basement?

“I’m…not sure. I’d have to think about it.” 

“Perhaps you two could consider this mystery another day? Not during the visitation?” Amelie urged. 

“Sorry mom, you’re right.” He glanced back at Marinette. “If you have anything on this, I’d love to hear it. I care deeply for Adrien, and honestly, I’m highly suspicious of these circumstances.” 

Amelie huffed. “Darling, you heard Nathalie, what she saw, what the police found, it’s pretty cut and dry…” 

“People don’t just murder their father’s for no reason! Especially with supposedly flawless mental health!” 

The room grew quiet, as Felix’s outburst was louder than intended. Thankfully, guests had yet to arrive. 

“Sorry. This whole thing…I’ve had enough of death in this lifetime.” He cleared his throat. “I need some water.” 

When he left, Amelie squeezed her shoulder. “Don’t let Felix get to you. It’s just hard for him. He has so much in common with Adrien, it’s a little scary for him.” 

Oh. That made sense. Fear he’d snap too? 

“It was sudden for everyone. We’re all going through it.” 

“They said you were having a moment alone with Adrien. I'll let you get back to it.” She squeezed her shoulder and left her in peace.

So now Marinette was left to wonder what she could possibly do. Where to even start? She didn’t need anymore time with an empty casket. 

An' give me six crap shooting pall bearers,

Let a chorus girl sing me a song.

Put a red hot jazz band at the top of my head

So we can raise Hallelujah as we go along.

There were a few more guests now, but it was still a little early. She saw a man in a suit arranging flowers. He had a name tag on his lapel. 

As casual as she could, she snuck over to him. “Excuse me, are you the funeral director by chance?”

“Oh? Yes I am. Bill Hunkerson, at your service. How can I help?” 

She had to phrase this very carefully, to not be suspicious. “I’m a very close friend of Adrien’s. He was wearing a silver ring when he died. It doesn’t actually belong to him, and I was wondering if I could have it back.” 

The man turned pale, but plastered on a smile. “Well, he’s probably wearing it now. Unfortunately, after we close the casket, we can’t open it again.” 

She knew that was a big fat lie. And Marinette hated liars. 

She lowered her voice. “Well, since his body isn’t actually in the casket, it shouldn’t be that hard, should it?” 

The man stared at her, wide eyed, no longer smiling. “How did you—“ He frowned. “Look miss, I’m just doing what I’m paid for. I don’t know anything. That ring is probably gone forever, and I’d stop this search now.” He straightened his tie and bowed his head slightly. “If you’ll excuse me.” 

Marinette opened her purse when she was alone. “I don’t know about you, Tikki, but I’ve got a bunch of red flags and alarm bells going off inside my head.” 

“This isn’t good! We need to get that ring!” 

“We need to find out what happened to Adrien’s body!” 

“Yes, of course, that too!”

Marinette gnawed at the inside of her cheek. “Hey, no offense to Plagg, but wouldn’t he know to bring the ring back to me? If he can’t remove it, then wouldn’t he come tell me about it?”

Tikki’s eyes widened. “You’re right! If he died under normal circumstances, yes…but if he was transformed when he died…”

“Then what?”

“Plagg probably would be forced back into the ring. That’s probably why he didn’t come!” 

“Now I’m even more worried and confused.” Marinette crossed her arms. “What if Adrien isn’t actually dead?” 

“What do you mean?”

“What if…he ran away? And Gabriel made it out like he died? What if Gabriel’s still alive too?” 

“It’s a theory, but I don’t know how well it will hold water.” 

She studied the room again, trying not to draw attention to herself. She was supposed to be grieving after all. 

Felix sat in the chairs over by the stairs, his back to the growing crowd. 

Even if they didn’t really get along, two skeptics working together would be better than each on their own. 

“Do you mind if I join you?” She asked. 

“I suppose not.” He sighed. 

Marinette sat in the chair next to him, and sat quietly for a moment, trying to decide how to proceed. She didn’t want to reveal her whole hand, but maybe playing a few cards would be to her advantage. 

Felix beat her to it. He let out a weak chuckle. “I hate this family.” 

What an awful thing to say at wake. “Why’s that?” She asked calmly. 

“They die too quickly. It sounds so awful, I know. But it’s just my mother and I now. Grandparents are long gone, then my Aunt Emilie, then my father, and now them. It sucks and I’m sick of stupid funerals.” 

“It must be hard. I’m sorry.”

“Yeah, well...I’m a pro at it now.” He was resting his cheek on his hand, and was staring at the corner of a wall, just pointedly avoiding eye contact. Still, she could see he had red in his eyes. Though she chose to ignore it. Felix seemed to be the type to hide his tears. 

“You know...the last time I talked to Adrien, he told me to check the basement.” 

This piqued Felix’s curiosity enough for him to look at her. “Basement? What basement?”

“I suppose here, but I haven’t had the chance to, since you know…all this going on.” 

“That doesn’t make any sense. I used to come to this house all the time. It doesn’t have a basement.” 

“So…maybe at the company?”

“Could be. I wouldn’t know.” 

“Okay, I just wondered...since you were family…” 

He growled. “Yeah, some family.” 

“Do you...want to talk about it?” She offered, really hoping he would take the bait. 

He chuckled again, no humor in his tone. “Might as well, no one around left to hide things from.” He leaned back in the chair. “Gabriel is...was a very private person. I tried to love him, since he was my uncle, but he did a very good job at keeping us at a distance. Adrien was the opposite. We talked often, even when his mom and my dad died and things got rough. Sometimes, it didn’t feel like we were welcomed here. But Adrien so wanted a connection. I could feel it in his hugs when we visited. He was starving, Marinette.” 

Marinette willed herself not to start crying.  

“Mom and I were told by Nathalie that Adrien and Gabriel were caught in a murder-suicide, as enacted by Adrien, early in the morning on the 23rd.”

“Did she tell you where the murder-suicide happened?”   

“Nope, just that it happened in this house. As the only living relatives, she asked if we could come and help with the funeral arrangements.”

“Were you involved in all of it?”

“I thought mom and I did all of it together, but there was one thing that Nathalie insisted on and wouldn’t budge.” 

“What’s that?” 

“Gabriel is going to be interred in the Agreste family mausoleum, but Adrien…” he sighed with disgust. “As punishment, he’s getting an unmarked grave.” 

“What!?”  

“That was the compromise. The truth about the murder-suicide, which I am believing less and less, would be withheld from the public as long as Adrien was…effectively erased from the family line.” 

She couldn’t help the tears that burst forth. “But that’s not fair! He didn’t do anything wrong! He couldn’t’ve!”

“Yeah kid, I know. I agree.” He scowled. “It makes me sick. I hate it. Adrien was suffering in life, and now he’s going to suffer in death.” 

“You don’t think he did it?”

“Do you?”

She shook her head. “I can’t. I know what’s been said, and what people saw...but it just can’t be true.” And she had evidence to prove it, in the form of that empty casket.

“You won’t mention I said any of this to my mom, right? She’s also having a hard time, but she tells me I’m in denial.” 

“I won’t say a word.”  

Folks, now that you have heard my story,

Say, boy, hand me another shot of that booze;

If anyone should ask you,

Tell 'em I've got those St. James Infirmary blues.

--

I’m not sure about next week’s update. I’m going camping and I don't know what the wifi will be like. Fingers crossed!

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switchblade faith//spencer reid - chapter 7

summary: one month after joining the BAU, Clea is still settling in. between solving murders and getting acclimated to DC, the only comfortable thing in her life is her friendship with Dr. Spencer Reid.

relationship: Fem!OC/Spencer

word count: 4.3k

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somewhat unfortunately, Halloween rolls around. between the most intense case of my career and the rest of the ones that have come in, the meaningless holiday has barely crossed my mind. it's only Penny's eager reminder to find a costume that brings it to the front of my mind. I could half-ass it and pick something stupid, but then I would feel bad. everyone else in the office is just so excited about it, I don't want to be a sour influence. 

plus, we deserve to have some fun. 

I decide on a simple costume and on the 31st of October, I find myself in Penelope Garcia's bathroom with a tube of cherry red lip gloss and a somewhat reluctant expression. 

"oh, c'mon." her voice is muffled through the door.

"quick question," I tighten the scarlet string around my neck, looking at myself in the mirror. "how full-out did you go?" 

"baby, you know I only go to the extreme." she quips. I roll my eyes playfully, then open the bathroom door, stepping into the purple hallway with what can only be feigned confidence. 

it's not that I don't look pretty; I think I look good. but it's the sheer silliness of it that makes my walk a little less than proud. I stopped dressing up for Halloween before I hit twelve. and now I'm twirling (at Penelope's command) in a short dress. 

"I'm not even joking, Little Red: you look hot." she says, eyeing me up and down. there's an enormous purple seashell clipped in her blonde curls, sparkles all over her skin. she looks exactly like herself-- beautiful and whimsical in every aspect. 

"thanks." I blush. 

"come show us!" JJ calls from the living room. Emily would be with us, but she said she had to run an errand beforehand. I glance at Penelope once and widen my eyes. why am I so nervous? I'm acting like a child. 

"go on, then!" Pen practically shoves me forward and I stumble a bit in my heels before walking out of the hallway and making my grand entrance by the couch. JJ is holding an enormous bowl of popcorn, dressed like Britney Spears. her jaw drops. 

"do a spin!" she squeals. I do so, and the red cape flutters around me like the petals of a blooming flower. she sets the bowl down, claps. "I love it!" 

"thanks." when I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror on her wall, my cheeks are rosy. my hair tumbles over my shoulders and the cut of my dress is a bit low, but the cleavage is actually kind of a good addition. red ribbon falls just to my décolletage, a slight tease. 

"we should head out soon, though," JJ checks her phone. "wouldn't want Hotch to leave by the time we arrive."

"is he even coming?" I ask. 

"said he would. Pen made quite the case for herself." JJ pops a kernel into her mouth and I look to the tech analyst, who has a mischievous smirk on her candy pink lips. she raises an eyebrow. 

"I told him I'd bring candy corn."

"seriously?" I can't keep the surprise out of my voice. didn't realize someone that serious could be plied with the promise of candy. 

"yes, now come on." Penny scoops up her purse, which is shaped like a giant pearl, and goes to her cabinet to grab the candy corn. before long, we're out the door, chattering aimlessly on our way to the office. 

when we get there, I start to get nervous. although I'm not sure why, I get self-conscious about my dress and hood, about the secret black garter around my thigh. it's my personal secret, something I wore for myself. 

there are a few decorations up. some people from around the office are talking, and everyone is dressed to the nines. Garcia opens the door for me and I head straight for Emily's desk, where the rest of the team is gathered. Rossi works his way through a handful of hard candies in his palm. Emily is stunning in her black cat costume.  

"hey, you guys." she breaks into a grin when she sees JJ and Pen and me, the rest of the group parting to look at us. my eyes snag on Spencer, with his Frankenstein mask resting on the top of his head so he can talk normally. even Hotch is pleased to see the three of us. 

"thanks, Garcia!" he cheers as she hands him the bag of candy corn. 

"you know, you're lucky he left the house for that." Rossi raises his eyebrows and points at the unit chief. 

"oh, we know." JJ smirks. 

"you look great!" Emily gives each of us a hug. she smells like something slightly spicy and warm, a nice scent that makes me want to hold on tighter. I don't know how to explain it; Prentiss has a very calming presence to me. I always find myself hanging around her whenever I need to decompress after cases, even if it just means talking about regular life. 

"you do, too!" I grab a handful of caramel corn from the bowl she offers. "it looks pretty nice in here, actually." 

"don't sound so surprised. think we couldn't handle a few decorations and snacks?" Rossi questions. it's getting easier to be around him now, honestly. despite my initial hesitance about his seniority, he's never made me feel small for my lack of experience in this specific field. 

"she's against the whole holiday." Garcia makes a face as she berates me. Spencer shakes his head like I'm insane.

"that's not true!" I protest. "I never said I was against it, I just don't get why people are so excited about Halloween every year." 

"because it's fun." Spencer speaks up. I roll my eyes. 

"I'm not convinced." 

"well, I'm glad you said so, because I've actually planned a little activity for us!" Garcia is practically bursting with excitement as she says it, like she's been holding it in the whole evening. she probably has. 

my stomach twists. to be honest, I had been hoping for a relaxing evening and then an early night. an "activity" sounds like it'll interrupt those plans. but she's so elated that I can't help smiling. 

"what is it?" Prentiss feigns wariness. 

"well," Garcia simpers in a way that makes me think we're in for an interesting night. "I took the liberty of hiding certain candies around the office last night before we went home." 

"hiding them?" JJ repeats with a smirk. 

"in little plastic pumpkin cases. they're absolutely adorable, like Easter egg size--" 

"you're sending us on an Easter egg hunt?" Rossi looks at her disbelievingly. I let out a nonplussed noise. Penelope is ready to defend herself, however, pointing a finger at him and sounding as firm as she can manage. 

"it's going to be cute, dammit. whoever gets the most candies gets a special surprise at the end." 

"what's the surprise?" Emily asks. 

"it wouldn't be a surprise if I told you, now would it?" Penelope replies. 

there's a silence in the circle as we all try to figure out how to react. it's childish, for sure. nobody is arguing that point; but it also sounds kind of not that bad to me.

"oh come on, guys!" she addresses our lack of enthusiasm. "we've had a hard couple of weeks. let's at least try and have some fun." 

JJ starts to laugh, putting her arm around the tech analyst's waist while she snuggles into her shoulder. 

"if it'll make you happy, Pen." 

"it will!" Garcia nods vigorously and turns to us. I catch myself breaking into a smile. there are much worse things than going on a Halloween candy hunt, especially given the usual circumstances of being in the office. 

"alright!" I throw up my hands and Emily is next to concede. Spencer has been quiet this whole time, but he straightens up from his usual slouching position and tries to hide the grin spreading over his lips. Rossi and Hotch glance at each other. 

"alright." the Italian shrugs. 

"what do we have to do, then?" I ask. 

"well, there are a bunch of pumpkins hidden all over. you'll know them when you see them." she clasps her hands together. "I'm timing you, too, so you're going to have half an hour." 

"wait a second," Emily frowns. "what if some of the other people who aren't in on it find the candies first?" 

there's a sound of general assent from all of us. we aren't the only employees here. Penelope doesn't seem bothered by this, however. 

"then I guess you'd better move fast." she pulls out her phone and presses a button, and we disperse with a quickness that really does make me feel like a kid again. I never did Easter egg hunts as a child, but this is a welcome distraction. low stakes competition. 

I start to wander around, starting at my desk. there's a pumpkin behind my computer monitor, and one in my desk drawer, although that's it for my personal workspace. my feet carry me to other place around the office, my fingers trailing over the tops of cabinets and under desks. Penelope sits in Prentiss' chair with a sucker-- a smug, luminous mermaid as she watches all of us scramble. 

"you got Hotch to search for hidden candy. impressive." I pass her on my way to Anderson's desk. she hasn't hidden anything in too private a place, but maybe there's something in his paperclip dish. 

"I'm a witch." she wiggles her brows. 

"I thought you were a mermaid." I wink. she grabs the hem of my dress and tugs on it. 

"just go find your candy, silly." 

"is there anything in Hotch's office?" I nod towards the almost intimidating room. her eyes flicker around to see who might be around us. fortunately, everyone is too wrapped up in their current task to even look our way. I look like I'm just wasting time. 

"you didn't hear it from me," she whispers. "but yes." 

a sparkle of satisfaction burns in my chest.

"love you, Penny." I make my way towards the office. the door is shut and the actual usual inhabitant of it hasn't gone inside, so he must have overlooked the idea that Garcia would hide candy in there. I'm sure they'll be easy finds, too, since she's terrified of crossing any boundaries with him and wouldn't press her luck by touching his things. 

I head over to the couch by the door and see a plastic pumpkin resting on the table next to it, nestled between the wall and the surface. 

"ha!" I snatch the thing up, then keep poking around. there's another one on the bookshelf. without anywhere else to put them, I put the found objects in the hood of my cape, dropping them in before moving onto the next. 

I'm under the desk when I hear the door get pushed open slightly more. my head pops up from the inconspicuous spot and there's Reid, pockets stuffed while he peers around the space. 

"hey." I say. he jumps when he sees me kneeling on the floor. 

"oh, hi," he frowns. "why are you on the ground?"

I grab the little orange pumpkin package that's tucked against one of the desk legs, then show him smugly. "winning." 

"how many do you have?" he pretends to be curious, but I can sense an undercurrent of competitiveness. I stand and shrug. he eyes my costume to see if I have any spots that hint at a candy stash. he doesn't think to check the hood of my cape. 

"that's for me to know and you to find out." 

Spencer squints briefly. "are you secretly good at this?" 

"am I?" I raise my eyebrows. "don't try to profile me, Reid." 

"I'm not profiling you!" he lets out one of those rare laughs, the musical sound that lives in his throat. I wish he would laugh more; there's something kind of cute about his face when he does. 

"mhmm." I say doubtfully and come to stand in front of him. "let's see it, then." 

"see what?"

"what you have so far." I say the words and he immediately places his hands over his pockets. 

"no way! you didn't show me yours." he protests quickly. I wrinkle my nose. 

"oh come on, Reid." I roll my eyes. "if you show me yours, I'll show you where I keep mine." 

he watches me skeptically again. "why?" 

"because I think we could be allies." 

there's a silence after the suggestion. truthfully, the idea just popped into my head. we could win pretty easily, though, if we coordinate.

"really?" the corners of his lips flicker upwards. he's unsure whether or not he should give in.

"are you kidding? with your smartness and my generally conniving nature, we could really do some damage." I tease. he giggles. 

"I've never heard someone describe themselves as conniving." 

"call it self-awareness," I smirk. "are you in or not?" 

he glances behind him at the bullpen, our friends still searching for the pumpkin packages while Garcia twists a pen between her fingers. when she wants to, she can look intimidating. I raise an eyebrow and wait for Spencer's response. his face turns to mine. those irises are such a pretty shade. 

"okay." 

"alright, boy genius!" I cheer, then reach up to undo my cape. he looks slightly panicked for a second as I undo the red ribbon, but relaxes when I grab the hood and show him the stash of pumpkins. "see?"

it’s crammed with orange packages.

“that's pretty smart." he admits with an impressed smile.

"right?" I agree. "come on, then. I think I've practically swept this place clean." 

he follows me out the door in our search. 

...

by the time the thirty minutes are up, Spencer and I have made shocking progress in consolidating our supply. we've decided that if we beat everyone, we'll share the surprise. if it's something we can't split, we'll rock-paper-scissors for victory (two out of three, of course). but I'm not too concerned about it. 

when we wander over to Penelope's spot at the desk, we're practically strutting. 

"someone's confident." she notes. I take my cape off again and slam the thing down on the surface. Spencer has an amused look on his face. 

we ended up spending a lot of time arguing about the best spots to hide candy, though I mostly let him take the lead— in terms of hiding places, he's been here longer and knows more than I do. and, unrelated, but he's pretty funny when he's not busy thinking about a case. his references are a little nerdy, but I kind of enjoy listening to the explanations. 

"we kicked ass." I cross my arms over my chest and Spencer nods. everyone around us is suspicious; JJ points between us. 

"did you two team up?" 

"maybe." I glance at Spencer, who's already looking at me to gauge my reaction to the question. 

"that's cheating!" JJ laughs. Spencer shakes his head. 

"actually, Garcia never laid out any formal rules for the game."

"mhmm!" I nod in agreement, grateful to have him there with his factual authority. JJ sighs, but nobody can stay mad at Spencer. we share a grin before Emily eyes the separate piles on the desk. 

Garcia went out of her way to hide a lot of treats. that said, it's clear that the combined amount from Reid and me beats out everyone else's. we high five once she announces us the official winners. 

"what's our prize?" Spencer asks as everyone lightheartedly boo's our victory. 

"a gift card to that new fried chicken place that we ordered from a while ago." Garcia presents a shiny plastic card to me. it's a great treat, honestly, becuase I'm hungry and takeout is one of my favorite things in the world. 

the team congratulates us on our win and things start to wind down. Hotch makes an excuse to get home and Rossi muses about a pack of cigars that await him. I feel the energy in the office start to dissipate, but now I feel like I'm on a bit of a victory high. I got all dressed up and now everyone wants to leave? disappointing.

as Prentiss and JJ shrug on their coats, I run my fingertip over the edge of the gift card. Spencer is packing some extra books into his bag. he told me to keep the gift card and that it wasn't a big deal, but I don't feel right not sharing. especially not when we didn’t rock-paper-scissors for it.

"Reid." I walk over to his spot, lean against the desk. he glances up in surprise. 

"yeah?"

"do you wanna share this with me?" I wave the reward in the air. his brows draw together for a fraction of a second. he seems confused. 

"right now?" 

"sure, why not?" I gesture to the bullpen, which is emptying quickly. "it's not even that late." 

he checks his watch as if to confirm my assertion, then stuffs his slim wrists into his pockets and stares at me for a second. I start to get the sense he’s going to say no, and something in me sinks. his tongue darts out over his bottom lip. he's got his mouth open a lot. "y-yeah, that sounds fun." 

I nod at the good news. "okay, cool. I'm too lazy to actually drive there, so I'll just order delivery?"

"okay." he gives me a small smile while I pull out my phone to call the place. I'm a little bit glad that it's just us. 

...

"try it." I pop the plastic cover off the sauce cup before setting it next to him. 

"that looks gross." Spencer shakes his head quickly through a mouthful of food. my jaw drops and I snatch the sauce right back, dipping the chicken into it and taking a hefty bite. 

"it's literally the perfect combination of salty and smooth." I protest. Reid looks dubious, however, and leans his head back against the side of the desk. we started the evening in the swivel chairs, but we're both fidgety at heart and now we're on the floor. 

he takes a swig of his drink. "I never knew lemonade could taste so good." 

"same." I laugh. "can I have your sauce thing, then?" 

he responds by dismissively pushing the thing over to me. we're sitting side-by-side, and somehow I think that's easier for him. we don't have to look each other in the eyes as we talk. 

"I'm proud of us." I announce. Spencer snorts. 

"why?" 

"we found so much candy! which we can now eat for dessert." I reach up to grab my cape off my desk, and the hood thuds to the ground. 

"we're a good team." he says it lightheartedly. Spencer is right, though; we work really well together on cases. it makes sense that it would translate into candy hunts. he's way smarter than I am, but it functions well. 

"we should do the Amazing Race." 

"I don't think either of us would like that." he takes a bite of his fry and I finish up the last of my chicken. 

"you wanna hear a secret?" my head turns to his. 

"what?" he reciprocates. his features appear especially delicate right now, almost suspended. I can see a darkness in his lids that contradicts the youth of his mien. I'm so close, I could kiss his nose if I wanted to. I don't, but I could. 

"aside from the team aspect, I don't really know what the Amazing Race is." I giggle. Spencer breaks into a laugh and turns away again, filling the office with the sound. I blush.

"then why did you bring it up?" his voice gets slightly high-pitched when he tries to speak through it. 

"I don't know, I feel like people say that all the time." 

"nobody has ever asked me to be in the Amazing Race with them." Spencer is still giggling when he looks over at me. I bite my lip before asking the thing that plagues me. 

"so, what is it?"

"the Amazing Race?"

"no, Newton's Laws." I deadpan. "yes, the Amazing Race." 

he throws his hands up and I chuckle. he straightens. 

"it's a reality game show where they race to travel the world." 

"that's it? no stats for me, genius boy?" I gesture for him to elaborate. Spencer shrugs. 

"I don't really care about reality shows." 

"you don't--" I blink exaggeratedly, as if the fact is shocking. "you don't care about reality shows?"

"we get enough reality here as it is."

"oh, Spence...." I sigh. "there are few things faker than reality tv."

"why do you like them?" he's genuinely curious. I see the glimmer of the Work Spencer with which I've become familiar. always trying to get under the surface, digging for answers even when they don't seem immediately relevant. 

"I like to turn my brain off sometimes, you know?" I close the lid of my food and take a drink of my lemonade while I wait for him to respond. although he doesn't look at me as he nods, I can tell he understands what I mean. if anything, he knows the feeling better than I do. 

"yeah, I get that." 

"everyone just acts really stupid and they care way too much about things that usually, like, don't even matter. it's sort of comforting in a weird, depressing, god-I'm-glad-that's-not-me way." 

"that's interesting," he peeks over at me for just a second. "you know, there's actually been studies done that show people with higher annual incomes suffer from higher levels of depression and anxiety."

"I believe it." I make a noncommittal sound and reach into the hood of my cape to grab a piece of candy. with the movement, I shift and the hem of my dress lifts enough to expose the garter on my thigh, and the object tucked within it. Reid's eyes pass briefly over me, but he does a double-take when he sees the thing. 

"is that--?" he points at my leg. I hitch up the garment a little so I can remove the knife that's been pressed to my thigh the whole evening. 

"a weapon? yeah, technically." I chuckle. Spencer's jaw drops in disbelief. even as I hold it in my hands, he seems afraid to touch it. 

it's not really a weapon. I got it from one of my friends as a gift a while ago, a lovely little resin dagger that's filled with red flower petals and gold flakes. it glints under the office lights. 

"you're really not supposed to have that in here." he gulps, glances up at the corners of the room, where I'm sure security cameras are mounted. I hand it to him, pressing the blade into his palm. 

"then stop looking at all the cameras so suspiciously." I scoff. he turns a bit to look at the thing, tilts the edges under the glow to examine it with a strange expression. his long, elegant fingers move over the handle.  

"where did you get this?" 

"it was a present. it's not dangerous." I shrug. the edges are pretty dull; it's more of a decorative piece. I would equate its actual risk level to that of a particularly pointy pen. 

"why did you bring it?" he hands it to me gingerly, our hands touching briefly before I slide it back into the garter on my thigh. his eyes follow my movements, and something in my stomach flips unexpectedly. 

"I collect them." 

"knives?" he doesn't seem taken aback, only interested, judging by the way he frowns quizzically. I nod and face him.

"yeah. I started as a kid, but I have a whole variety of them-- antique, new, ornate, plain-- I love 'em all." I explain enthusiastically. Spencer opens his mouth and I realize that he must have a million questions. he always has a million questions. 

"why knives?" 

I pull my mouth to the side of my face. it's not like there's some deep, dark reason behind my predilection for collecting sharp objects. and I’ve tried to answer that question myself, always coming up empty. some things people just... like. "I don't know." 

like I've put a damper over the conversation. 

"o-oh." Spencer's eyes drop into his lap, where he's been fidgeting with his hands for the past couple minutes. he thinks I'm withholding, that he's crossed some sort of line. my heart sinks. 

"I'm serious, Reid-- I don't know." I laugh it off. "I just think they're cool the same way that you think math is cool." 

"math is cool." he looks up for a second to smile. I nudge his shoulder with mine. his slight frame means he almost tips over and I laugh.  

"hard disagree, but sure."

Spencer stretches his legs out before him, and I'm reminded of how tall he is. he's prone to slouching, so it's easy to forget that his body is actually pretty lengthy. when he taps his Converse together absently, I notice the different colors of his socks. one has watermelon slices and the other has the Road Runner on them.  

"I like your mask, by the way." I compliment. 

"oh, you mean this?" he tugs the thing down over his face. it's gruesome, really, tinged green with baggy skin below the eye holes. I make a disgusted face and push his shoulder away from me.  

"ew!" 

"something wrong?" he uses a funny monster voice when he says it, wiggling his fingers playfully. I cackle. he’s never done that.

"god, that thing is ugly." 

Spencer removes the mask again, a ghost of a grin on his face. for all of his shyness, he's enjoying himself right now. 

we sit there in silence for a bit, cracking open the plastic pumpkin packages that Garcia has stuffed with all sorts of candy. we trade jelly beans like currency, blue raspberry for orange and anything remotely citrus-flavored that he loves. he doesn't mind taking them from my open palm, which fills me with a strangely warm feeling. 

I realize that there's more to Spencer's anxiety than germs, a thin layer of something that he lays between each person and himself. we don't talk about weighty subjects; we aren't friends like that-- not yet, anyway. but I'm glad that he feels alright with this kind of proximity.

[jinxedpanda4life]

Criminal Investigator AU HC

I would first like to start off by saying thank you to everyone. 

I honestly did not expect the response I got to my Damirae Hospital AU HC list. 

When I first woke up and checked tumblr ~13 hours after posting I had a holy shit moment. 

I felt powerful, should I? Probably not. 

But! Since I am noticing a lack of AUs in the fandom, whether on Tumblr, AO3 or FanFiction.net, whatever AU comes to my mind I shall jot down some hcs for! 

Thank you all once again!

(Also trying format changes for easy reading)

(Also Also, I am thinking the story is less fluid but more episodic)

Let’s get started:

- So I’m thinking this is some FBI, SVU, and FBI BAU mixture or whatever. Basically all the great shows we know in love shoved together. From Bones to Criminal Minds and everything in between.

- Special Agent (Dr.) Raven Roth is a lead interrogator and is the resident psych consult. 

She’s been educated in interrogation, behavioral science, psychology, forensic pathology, and criminology. 

She has combat training (hand to hand), she carries (for her job) a gun and at all times has a knife/dagger on her person (people have stopped trying to figure out where she keeps them). 

Her father was/is crime boss T. Trigon who is currently imprisoned. 

Was born in the states but fled with her mother to Romania when she was a newborn.

When Trigon found them he killed Arella and took Raven, she was abut 9 - 10 years old.

She took her mother’s last name when she turned 18. 

Knows two languages besides English; French, Romanian, Romani (various dialects but knows multiple), Greek and Latin

On more than one occasion some goon of her father’s tries to recruit her, every time she kicks their ass. (Damian was there for the most recent (he was still green though))

Lives by herself in a decent sized apartment, has a gun safe (gun safety is important!), a cat (Nevermore), and is a regular at a 24/7 bookstore &/ cafe

Can usually be found wearing some kind of jacket, sweater, cardigan

She once helped save some kids (Melvin, Tommy & Teether) and is now their surrogate aunt, she has photos of them at her desk @ work. (Damian assumes/ed that they were her kids)

She also, when she can, hangs out and babysits them on occasion.

Raven is part of a team consisting of Dick Grayson (unit leader), Kori Anders, Garfield Logan, Jaime Reyes, and very recently Damian Wayne 

- Special Agent Damian Wayne is a lead investigator (he is still a bit fresh to the unit), translator, sniper and combat coordinator

He’s been educated in martial arts, explosives, hand to hand combat, close range combat, and combat (basically he knows how to kill you 9 ways to Sunday), also, behavioral science, computer science, criminology, linguistics and language. 

He can easily translate (into English): Arabic, Mandarin Chinese, Russian, Hindi, Bengali, French, Polish, German, Spanish, Portuguese, he can also learn any language you put in front of him and know the basics within a day

(Having lived in many places around the world he needed to be able to speak and understand in order to survive) (wow dramatic much?)

His father is currently the director (or deputy director, whatever floats ya boat) of the FBI.

His mother was essentially a secret agent who worked for various agencies around the globe. (deceased)

His grandfather was the leader of a, um, well to be honest, terrorist agency. (deceased)

Was sent to live with his father when he was 15 (when his mother died) and has been in the states ever since

Lives alone, he has an upscale apartment that he truthfully spends little time in, has multiple locations in the home where various weapons are stored, his place has a very cold atmosphere

Is either in proper work attire or in work out clothing, there is no in between

Tries and fails not to take work home with him

He sees a therapist (who says he should probably try investing in relationships with the people at his job)

His only “friend” (he hates calling him that, more like close acquaintance) is Jonathan Kent who was in his class at the FBI Academy, Jon works in a white collar crime department in Metropolis

The only person he actually kind of sort of doesn’t dislike is in fact Raven Roth, she’s a no bull shit person, he likes that

He may know Grayson because of how he’s Bruce’s kind of son but it does not mean he likes him

He finds Logan annoying as all hell, even if he is somewhat useful

He picked a fight with Reyes first day and regretted it (he will never admit that), he respects him

Anders is overly friendly in his opinion, kind of acts like a secretary with all that positivity and grates his nerves, he tolerates her

(Unlike last time I am not going in detail about the rest of the team, this will be brief)

- Supervisory Special Agent Dick Grayson (Unit Chief) is basically Dick Grayson with a big fancy title but all the same skills

He is also obsessed with Slade Wilson and Red X (who is Jason in this)

- Supervisory Special Agent Kori Anders is a lead investigator and is also a go to for undercover work

- Special Agent Garfield Logan is a lead interrogator, is head of the unit’s K-9 unit and kind of has a thing for Roth (which she does not reciprocate) 

- Special Agent Jaime Reyes is a tactical analyst, tech analyst and is head of the unit’s SWAT team, he does not do well with talking with people, or change

The Scarab is a computing program that Jaime created himself

STORY START:

- When Damian first joins the team there is another member, Special Agent Terra Markov, she is revealed as a sleeper agent but she aligns herself with the team and sadly is shot and killed in a fire fight

- A couple weeks after Agent Markov’s death everyone is talking about what they are doing for an upcoming holiday, Damian says probably nothing, Raven invites him to spend it with her and her “niece” and “nephews,” he declines

- About a day after the holiday Damian is home looking through case files when someone knocks on his door

-- It is Raven. He asks how she knew where he lived, she says she asked Dick, she also says that she knows how it feels to be alone and that he may be insufferable but it doesn’t mean he can’t have a friend

-- His response is saying he isn’t the kind to make friends with co workers

-- “I’m not asking to be your friend Damian, I am asking you to be his,” She reveals a small black great dane puppy “I know that other people aren’t really your thing, but having someone in your corner and waiting for you is always nice, even if it isn’t human.”

-- Damian invites her in, names the dog Titus and thanks her

-- “Just make sure no one tries to kidnap and kill you, we don’t need you to go full blown John Wick.” Damian has no idea who that is. Raven tells him it is an action movie series that he should watch. She leaves. He does watch them that night with Titus on his lap. (after having gone to the local pet supply store to get everything he needs) The action is inaccurate but he enjoyed the movies none the less, and decides that he probably would go into John Wick mode if someone hurt Titus.

- SA Roth and SA Wayne are sent to a high security federal prison to interrogate a prisoner, who refuses to speak

-- When they get into the interview room the prisoner does start to speak, but not in English and not in a language Damian is fluent in

-- Raven on the other hand immediately responds to the prisoner (shocking the prisoner and Damian) “He is speaking Romani though not the dialect of those overseas, he learned it here.” 

-- Damian is fascinated by it and they are essentially switching roles the entire time

-- They leave having successfully interviewing the prisoner, and Raven leaves behind a written list of common words in Romani so that they can possibly communicate with the prisoner better

-- As soon as they are on the plane back Damian asks her a myriad of questions from “How many languages do you know?” to “When did you learn that?” and even “Are you a spy? Sleeper agent? Part of a terrorist cell?”

-- “Not as many as you, when I was a child, if I was part of any of that you wouldn’t be asking.” The rest of the trip is spent with her teaching him Romani and even some Romanian

- Dick & Kori eventually get together and after a while they break up. Kori takes some vacation time. At the same Dick has been temporarily reassigned to another unit.

-- Chaos ensues

-- Garfield thinks he should be the interim unit chief, Jaime thinks the same, as does, you guessed it, Damian (Raven doesn’t want to she is comfortable with her role on the team)

-- In the end they are assigned an interim unit chief, SSA Jason Todd, who usually works overseas on covert op missions (not gonna lie this could easily flow into a Jayrae thing)

-- Everyone kind of falls into line, except Damian, Damian doesn’t like him for two reasons

1) He doesn’t act serious about the job 24/7

2) He has been flirting and hitting on Raven the moment he stepped into their sector 

-- Damian hates the names he gives her; “Little Bird,” “Sunshine,” “Princess,” “Rae,” (no one calls her Rae, not even Garfield, at least not after the incident) etc.

-- (Little does Damian know, Jason and Raven have worked together before and are actually friends)

-- This all comes to a head when Damian and Jason are the only ones still in the office after a tiring case.

          “You shouldn’t do that you know.”

           “Do what? All I am doing right now is contemplating where Grayson                    keeps the liquor.”

           “Call Raven all those names, she doesn’t like it.”

           “Really? Because if you haven’t noticed she hasn’t exactly asked me to                stop.”

           “She gets uncomfortable, maybe not to the extent of asking you to stop,              but she tenses up and her body language becomes slightly more                        agitated.”

          “You seem to pay a lot of attention in how she reacts to thinks baby brat.             Seems to me that you like her.”

           “Of course I like her, she is a good friend and reliable teammate.”

           “No, you like like her.”

           “That presumption is juvenile.”

           “But you don’t deny it.”

           “Tch.”

-- If anything after that conversation Jason seems to doubled his advances. Which confuses both Damian and Raven. Damian because it is inappropriate and HR will be hearing about this. Raven because she was under the assumption that she and Jason were just friends. (Jason actually does have genuine intentions but is like 60% just egging Damian on)

-- Eventually (far too long for Damian’s tastes), both Dick and Kori return. At first it is sooooooo awkward. Like mom and dad divorced have shared custody but don’t hate each other but also cannot look each other in the eye. ((Was that a mouthful? Good)) No one can really look at each other the same? Though they do have a meeting to sort it out, get everything out in the open.

- Raven’s annual kidnapping/attempt to convert her/torture comes almost exactly one year after Damian joined the team (this is his 2nd time dealing with this)

-- This time Damian is prepared. By prepared I mean Raven doesn’t even leave her apartment before she is taken to safety. 

    “Damian what is going on?”

    “Christmas came early this year that’s what.”

    “Christmas? What in gods name are you talking about.”

    “God has no dealings in this matter.”

    “You do realize you are sounding like a bad action movie? It is not even 6 am and I am in your car going somewhere, I have had little to no sleep and I am barely dressed. What is going on?” Damian hadn’t payed attention to what clothing Raven was wearing. His mind was on one goal. Find Raven, keep Raven safe. His eyes glanced off the road enough to realize she was indeed not properly dressed. Her body was merely adorned with an oversized tee-shirt, tiny barely there shorts and a pair of fluffy socks.

    “I apologize, it appears in my haste I did not leave you time to properly clothe yourself. As to why you are here, it seems your father and his people have shortened their waiting time this year from one year to a little more than ten months.” Ravens hands fisted her shirt. “This time I was prepared,” last time he was still new to everything, last time he made mistakes, this time there will be no mistakes. “Since our last encounter with your demon, so to speak, I have been setting in place precautions and safety measures to ensure Nevermore and yours’ safety. I have also been tracking the movements of his big players. If any came close I would mark it down. Multiple are entering the city at this moment. Seeing as you we taken last time I have made plans to ensure that will not happen again.” The car made a snap turn down an unfamiliar street pulling Raven from her clouded gaze.

    “So I am going to be okay this time?” Her voice was faint and restraining against hope.

    “You’re going to be okay.” His hand lightly held hers. Only to stop the shaking, they told themselves, only to make everything better. “Nevermore is with Titus at my place being watched by a friend of mine. I have already walked Grayson through everything we will not be expected at work this week, but we can work remotely.”

     “We?”

     “I’m not going to leave you. Ever.”

-- ((Sorry for the blocks of text))

-- As Raven finds out they are at one of Damian’s safe houses. The one least likely to be tied to her. It is fully stocked with food, has security cameras and if needed weapons. The only problem is that the only clothes there are Damians.

    “Thought of everything huh?”

     “I was following their pattern, I expected to have more time to acquire clothing for you.” (he was looking away and blushing, you cannot tell me he wasn’t)

-- Raven just resigns herself to wearing Damian’s clothes, yes his brain does stop working for a hot second when he sees her in only his clothes.

-- All attempts to try and retrieve codename: Gem of Scath are foiled (like some good math)

-- So many bonding moments happen. Cuddling (pure accident *rolls eyes*), eating together, inside jokes, etc. At one point Damian answers her phone (he disabled and disconnected the tracer) to one of the mob guys after them.

    “Hello?”

     “You can hide the gem but we will find her.”

     “I’m sorry, is there a jewel you are looking for? I don’t think I have and any jewels that I am coveting.”

     “We know you are with her! It is but a matter of time until we collect her.”

     “I hope you do eventually find whatever you are looking for sir, but I haven’t the slightest idea the gem you speak of. If you could give me a physical description? Is it a ruby, diamond, onyx? Is it round or more of a pear shape?”

    “...”

    “Well, I will look for it here, but I do not believe I possess what you speak of. Will you give me your number so I can call you back?” (The line cuts dead, and Raven can be seen laughing in the background, the phone was on speaker)

-- Once the team tracks down, arrests and interrogates all of the parties working for Trigon; Raven and Nevermore can go home. Though both are reluctant in their own way. Nevermore has grown attached to Titus, and Raven well Raven has feelings. Sadly, as Raven knows, feelings are dangerous to have in their line of work. 

-- Look at Dick and Kori they were together and then they fell apart and the team almost imploded.

-- What about Trigon if he finds out about Damian and how she feels towards him? What kind of danger will he be in then?

-- Like all of her feelings Raven puts them in a box and locks the box away. Not just figuratively, in her safe there is a box with: post its, torn papers, journals, etc. That box has a lock on it. Whenever she has a new feeling that she cannot ignore, like her feelings towards Special Agent Wayne, she takes out the box and writes her feelings down. They can range from a single sentence to pages worth. (Her feelings towards Damian fill a small notebook she has on hand). Once she has written all of her feelings out she places them in the box, locks said box and then places the locked box in her safe, which she then locks.

-- Is this a healthy way to cope with her feelings? Maybe not. But, it is way better than how Damian deals with his. Violence. Also art but violence comes first.

- At this point both Damian and Raven have caught the feelings (highly contagious I hear), which makes this a little awkward and a little not awkward. For one everyone but Raven knows how Damian feels towards her. He does things for her and with her that no one else gets the privilege to.

-- To list a few:

--- He brings her tea whenever he gets himself coffee or tea

--- He talks to her about what he does outside of work, even about his kind of friend definitely not enemy, Jon.

--- They socialize outside of work. Watching bad movies (some of them are not that bad), going to the park with Titus (they once got Nevermore in a leash and walked her), meeting each other before and after work to get breakfast or dinner.

--- He doesn’t glare at her

--- He allows physical contact between the two

--- He worries about her (hello he created an entire plan so that she wouldn’t get kidnapped, with contingencies and everything, garfield would be lucky to get a plan)

--- His eyes light up when she talks, or enters a room, or you know exists in his vicinity

--- He actually smiles around her (Dick caught him smiling once at Raven and he though Damian was having a stroke)

-- Even though everyone knows Damian likes Raven, very few know that Raven likes Damian back. (this only includes; Kori, Dick, Jason, Titus, Nevermore, and Melvin) She does do certain things that give herself away just like Damian.

--The list:

--- When Damian gets frustrated or angry she puts a hand on his arm, or holds his hand

--- She laughs at things he does (light chuckles, or little giggles)

--- She will talk to him about his interests and actively tries to have conversations with him about things unrelated to work.

--- She blushes when he does something unexpected (like a compliment)((Mostly she tries to hide it until he isn’t looking at her))(((Kori has caught the blush before)))

-- Luckily for them it does not take some cliche ‘One suddenly becomes in danger and the other one saves them only to be close to death and then they admit their love for one another and promise to go on a date when the other is healed’ situation. 

-- Damian actually asks Raven out after being tipped of by Jason and Dick that she may like him back. Damian finds out when they have days off at the same time and asks her while leaving work.

   “Raven, you have this weekend off correct?”

   “Yeah I do. I wasn’t planning on doing anything though. Did you have something in mind?”

    “Um, yeah, heh, I was wondering if you would do me the pleasure of going to dinner with me tomorrow.” *Awkwardly rubs back of neck*

    “Like a date or two friends going to dinner?” *Thinks she sounds harsh* “I am honestly fine with either since we are friends.” *nervous smile*

     “Like a date if that is okay with you of course.”

     “Yeah, yeah totally that is totally okay with me.” *Starts sounding like a teenage girl who only knows about 10 words, because she’s nervous*

      “Good, I’ll be by your place around 1830, if that is okay?” *nerve central, the central nervous system could never*

       “Yup that is totally fine with me.”

       “Great.”

       “Good.” The elevator opens in the knick of time.

       “See you tomorrow evening Agent Roth. Have a good night.”

        “You too, Agent Wayne, you too.”

-- When Damian does pick her up he feels like his brain is going to explode. She looks absolutely breathtaking. This is just like all the other times they’ve gone to dinner, except this restaurant is slightly fancier and they are on a date.

-- Raven feels as though all her emotions are leaking out at once, she has no idea what she is doing.

-- In the end they have a good time and decide to do it again. Damian does bring up that all of the breakfasts and dinners they regularly do could now be considered dates. Raven does not oppose that switch at all.

- Fast forward a handful of years (like 3?), Damian and Raven are moved in together (Nevermore and Titus are happy about this, they even allow the humans to adopt another pet, a cat named Alfred). Damian is now Supervisory Special Agent Wayne and is in charge of their unit. Raven has retired from field work and now works at the FBI academy and at Virginia State University. In about 6 months Damian is going to propose and Raven will say yes. Their wedding will be small but happy and full of life.

Once again I would like to thank everyone and all the support the previous post got.

Like last time if anything is disjointed, out of place or seems wrong, please go ahead and tell me. I have been working on this since the last one, but have finally had the time to finish it.

I hope the new year will bring us all some good. Possibly more head canons to come.

[atxlxs]

Beyond The Veil: Chapter 4

The first day of UA high was vaguely threatening. Nedzu was a character that has been looking for an in to the veil for years. Everyone knew about it and everyone was betting on when someone would slip up and let him in. Now Muska had to be the reason Nedzu got in. Great.

The rest of the witches won’t let her escape unscathed. She’ll be hearing about this for years.

It didn’t help that Eras hadn’t stopped cackling since she woke up.

“Cackle one more time and I tell Nedzu that you're an old woman who is older than me and therefore has more knowledge and someone very important in the veil.”

It was an empty threat, Muska wouldn’t tell anyone about Eras’s titles and race. Not even under torture. Eras knew this. It still worked like a charm to shut her up though.

“Want me to take you or do you want to ride the train yourself?” Eras asked, passing a thermos to her.

Coffee, the sweet nectar of the gods, forged for our benefit.

“I’ll be fine on my own this time. Don’t want to be caught outside UA while Nedzu’s looking into the veil.”

“True, I’ll still be in town today though. A cat cafe I purchased a few years ago got a new batch of rescues and I wanna meet them.” Eras said, giving Tibbles a scratch under the chin eliciting a purr.

It sounded suspiciously like [Ah yes, favorite servant gives good scratches].

Ignoring her familiar, Muska nodded to Eras as she adjusted the skirt of her uniform (Ugh). She had emailed the rat-man last night that she would be willing to attend a meeting after school if time permits it. The rat had responded that despite there being a staff meeting that day, Muska could come and join it. Since Muska was given permission, she’s gonna crash it.

“See you later bestie,” Muska called out, as she left through the door, backpack in hand.

“Bye bestie!” came a shout back and yea, Nedzu might feel like a vague threat, but at least she could squash the rat like a bug. Who knows, she might just get along with him.

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UA was a fucking maze and it’s the rat’s fault.

Muska was so close to just setting Tibbles loose on the principal. Even if that would give her a murder charge. As far as she’s concerned, she has a sugar mommy fully capable of paying bail. Fortunately for the rat, Muska found the 1-A labels door within the next 10 minutes. Sliding it open, She found Blue- annoyingly- giving another etiquette lecture to a very angry blondie. At least she would have some form of eye candy.

“So I guess it wasn’t the exam stress that twisted your panties. You're just built like that.” Muska said as she walked into the room. Blondie, surprisingly, snickered at her words. They then proceeded to look confused as to why. As if Muska was anything less than hilarious.

“Y-You!” The now called robocop boy stammered.

“Me.” Muska deadpanned. Moving her gaze to the board, she caught sight of her seat and thanked the forest that she was placed in the back, well not fully in the back. She was behind Greenie and in front of Yayo-Yaoyorozu? Yoyo. The girl will be dubbed Yoyo until future notice. She moved down the aisle and placed her bag on the desk hook, sliding into her seat and resting her head on her hand.

“How dare you! It is inappropriate to be so rude and mean to your fellow classmates! UA is a-” Muska cut him off with a glare.

“A school for teens. If you're so black and white that you can’t seem to relax then you should probably leave considering the world isn’t black and white. It's grey, and you’ll break one day if you can’t bend Robocop.” Muska stated, curtly. Damn this boy was annoying in the worst of ways. Midoriya turned around in his seat to give a smile and a small hello, despite his shaking frame that betrayed his somewhat confident introduction.

Not letting her frown at that show, Muska nodded and gave a hello back. As well as a wink to make him blush. It works and she wants entertainment. Eras would always quip back to their mock flirting. This could be just as fun if it always gets that much red on greenie, making him a strawberry.

Though blondie, looking up at the board revealed his name to be Bakugo Katsuki which- really? Why are the names so on point?- , was more of her type. Speaking of, Turning her attention towards the spikey blond hair, like a Pomeranian she idly noted, she found a piercing red gaze already directed towards her.

If it wasn’t for the fact that as a witch she could tell he wasn't one of them, she would’ve assumed some regular vampires had an influence in his genes.

Tilting her head, she let a smirk and raised eyebrow do the talking and watched with amusement as the boy scowled. Cocking his head he glared harshly and his eyes held a determined glow, practically speaking the thoughts “wanna go?” which was returned with “You fuckin bet.”

Before they could act on that declaration, Muska felt an energy shift and broke her eyes away first. Turning to the door, she saw the energy sluggishly inch forwards like a caterpillar. Quietly she pressed her hand to her mouth to stop the laugh that wanted to break free. Taking a few calming breaths, Muska shifted slightly to pay attention as the caterpillar revealed itself to Gravity Girl who had just made it in the door and was chatting with greenie which- when did he get up?

(Around the time he saw Muska and Bakugo glaring at each other, he wasn’t going to be caught between them. He might have self sacrificial tendencies but he had some form of self preservation-)

The caterpillar, who shed his sleeping bag to reveal a scruffy man who definitely needed some sleep, spoke up with a disappointed glare. Face a mask of indifference as he said,

“It took all of you 8 minutes to notice me, sans Viridis and by extension Bakugo, not fast enough. You’ll need to work on your spatial awareness if you want to become Heroes in the future.”

The man walked to his podium as Midoriya and Uraraka scrambled until they were seated. He reached behind it and took out a box and placed it on a students desk who was huge and had 6 arms.

“My name's Aizawa Shouta, your homeroom teacher for 1-A. Take these and put them on, meeting me in the training area.” A booklet was also placed on the desk and Muska assumed that it was the map booklet.

With that, he left.

Muska got up and walked briskly over to the box and snatched her uniform and opened the booklet quickly to find a red marked line of directions on a map. Nodding to herself, she left. Leaving the booklet for others, one picture heavier, Muska walked out of the room with her phone open and a gym uniform. All before the rest of the class reacted.

She was almost to the first turn when she heard the classroom door open and close with a slam and stomping feet. A quick glance told her that Bakugo had been the first to react. Turning back around, Muska made sure to be at the locker room and out within the 10 minutes given.

Remarkably, she managed just fine and was out of the locker room as others were just filing in and walked onto the field where her new homeroom teacher stood ominously. She could tell he was trying to stay neutral with a hint of intimidation but with years of dealing with Eras, Muska couldn’t find it in her to be scared. Really, they should meet each other, they’d probably enjoy each other's companionship.

A raised eyebrow in her direction asked the silent question and Muska huffed.

“They didn’t start moving until I was already down the hallway. They were filing in the locker room when I left.” She stated, amused.

Aizawa-sensei, god she felt like an anime wanna be weeb, just gave her a curt nod and went back to being entirely expressionless.

It was 3 minutes after the 10 minute allotted time when everyone made it onto the field and Aizawa lost his mask of indifference as he scowled. With a glare, he returned to lecture mode.

“Next time keep it within the time limit,” he stated, harshly, before continuing, “Today we’ll be having a physical assessment with quirks allowed.”

As expected by such an admittance, chaos reigned down on the class as everyone shouted questions. God, does Japan not do raised hands or somethin? Judging by the angry, quirked glare they got, which Muska noted cut off her connection to her quirk, they did do said raised hand trick.

“Quiet.”

Instantly, a suffocating hush covered the class. Seeing as Gravity Girls' question was the most offended sounding (something about orientation which Muska would happily skip with permission any day), along with the help of Robocop, their teacher addressed that first.

“UA offers teachers freedom to teach their classes however they want. This includes approval to skip unneeded ceremonies such as orientation. Question my authority again and I’ll expel you.”

After he blinked, floating hair and red eyes returned to normal. His gaze swept across the students and they landed on someone. He halfway ducked his head into his scarf thing and Muska could have sworn she saw a smirk.

“Bakugo,” He started, gaze burning holes into the student in question, “How far was your ball thrown in middle school?” The sentence was a question, but the deadpan and toneless delivery made it sound like a statement.

“67 meters.” Bakugo answered, sounding slightly irritated but obviously not wanting to test the teacher with being rebellious.

“Alright, take this ball and throw it, however I want you to use your quirk this time. Anything goes as long as you stay in the circle.” Aizawa stated simply, tossing the ball in Bakugo’s direction who caught it with ease.

A feral grin stretched onto Bakugo’s features as he stepped into the circle. Before he threw it though, he tilted his head in Muska’s direction and narrowed his eyes for a fraction of a second, before stretching his arm out. Oh he was challenging her.

Next thing he did was rear back and shout a loud “DIE!” before an explosion followed, propelling the ball forwards and into the distance. A beep sounded on the device Aizawa had fished out of somewhere.

“Here at UA we test your limits in going beyond, that's why we have these assessments. It’s only logical to get a base for where you are before we begin training.”

The class erupted in excited chatter. Words like “cool!” and “Fun” were tossed around as one student in particular called out about how “this would be so much fun!” Muska, however, has an energy quirk that also helps her witch abilities. Combine the two and she’s able to get a read on what people are thinking or feeling. The dark aura coming from Aizawa promised anything but fun.

“Fun? This sounds like fun to you? Fine, if you won’t take this seriously as the hero students in training you're supposed to be, then I’ll just have to make it serious. The points you get from the tests will be tallied at the end of the assessment. The person in last will be expelled.”

Aizawa’s cold gaze sent shivers up some of the students' spines. Outcries of unfairness were startled out of the students under their unforgiving teachers gaze. The man’s eye twitched in irritation. Muska could understand why though. Life was never fair. Eras’s past and their own made sure they understood that.

“Unfair? Life is unfair. Natural disasters are unfair. Villains are unfair. Life won’t give you fairness and you shouldn’t expect it. Your training to become heroes, if you can convince me you deserve to be, you're going to be going against the unfair. Now, Tokoyami, You're up.”

She was so going to rub that blondie's face into the dirt.

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@baguettehead

[things-we-used-tc-share]

The Town That Never Was

[Image Description: a long road with decaying plants on either side, with text overlayed that reads ‘the town that never was’ in white. A white icon of a clock is placed underneath the text /end ID]

I’m re-releasing the first four chapters as I’ve edited them! 

Ships: DLAMP/CALMD, Remile. 

Warnings: Cheating is mentioned at some point during this fic in the past, some slight horror themes but in a comedic sort of way, kidnapping is mentioned but again this is like a comedy-horror so there’s not a lot of suspense. 

Plot: In Hell, a town of roughly 1,000 people, nothing that is supposed to happen ever happens and everything that physically should happen, does. Logan, a scientist, goes there in hopes of studying the world’s most unfortunate, and miraculous, town. But no one who ever enters ever finds the will to leave again.

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Chapter One: The man who can see everything, and the scientist from normality. 

Logan has a habit that mostly includes acting first and thinking about his safety a few hours later, usually when he has a burned hand or a broken bone, and then it’s followed by a “worth it!” as he accepts his own recklessness in favour of science. Today is one of those reckless days. Well, so far it’s been a reckless week (and a reckless life), as he’s been driving for about four days now.

He sees the “Welcome to Hell,” sign that has been overgrown by an abundance of tree roots despite the fact there are no trees for miles. The blue-eyed scientist sighs to himself absently as he gets the foreboding feeling that the next week of his life, should things go the way he planned, is going to be a series of these events and as it stands he has been driving far too long to hop out of his car near sunset to run tests on tree roots that should not exist.

The sun is, by the way, setting far too early for this time of year.

As he gets within the town’s boundaries, his car radio fizzles and automatically tunes into the suddenly only available radio station; Logan assumes this is harmless and simply listens to the soft indie beats that are now playing with no issue. The sky; where the sun is setting, is painted in a brilliant red, whilst the sun itself looks to be a somewhat magnificent ball of fire (which, of course, it is, but it doesn’t usually look literally as a ball of fire, you know, the kind when some idiot in class decides to bring a lighter to school and sets the waste paper bin on fire? yeah, that sort of fire). There are tall, black pylons everywhere, and the buildings seem old and are either wooden or Greek, which is interesting because as far as Logan knows, the ancient Greeks never quite got to America, yet these buildings certainly seem very old. Impossibly old.

He already has an infinitesimal amount of questions, and he’s aware that (as warned) that small pile is going to grow over the course of his stay here.

The music stops playing and a voice tunes in over the static waves of the radio “Welcome back listeners,” The dulcet, deep tones rumble against Logan’s ears and if voices could be a point of attraction then Logan would say this is an attractive voice. “A special welcome to the mildly ominous white economical car that just rolled into town full of what appears to be an impressive amount of science equipment, I don’t know who you are but you are apparently quite handsome, so I’m certainly hoping I’ll know you at some point,” Logan flushes a little and as if the radio presenter could see him, he chuckles. “We’ll run into each other, anyway, to the regular listeners this is your usual news on the town,”

Logan pulls up outside the place he had booked to stay but as he turns off the car he can’t help but lean back to listen to the radio presenter some more. “The sun is on fire, but more so than usual, the police advise you don’t look directly into it, or do, I’m not the boss of you and you can make your own decisions for yourself,” Logan snorts a little, shaking his head full of dark curls “Three strange cult-like figures have appeared in the outskirts of the town, on the west side entrance, they don’t appear to be doing anything but simply standing there, if someone has recently attempted to summon a demon or any otherwise ominous presence, please report it to Roman, our town’s exorcist who will help you deal with this problem, unfortunately until he knows exactly what they are, there is nothing he can do to help, thank you Roman, for being as useless as ever,”

The scientist laughs then and finally turns off the radio, grabbing his bag out of the back amongst a whole load of gadgets as he walks up to the front door. He can hear voices on the other side before the front door is thrown open extravagantly to reveal a young man with unruly dirty blonde curls. Logan, who hadn’t even knocked yet, blinks with a perturbed expression “Hello?”

“Hello!” The stranger replies with a smile a little too wide and hazel eyes a little too bright. “Don’t mind Remy, he turns into a cat when he’s anxious, but come on in!” Logan exhales deeply, cheeks puffing out as he shakes his head. “Oh yes, you’re an outsider, you’re probably not used to Hell standards of weird, sorry,” The man picks up the cat and places him on top of the counter before he moves around the other side “You’re staying for a week, yes?”

“That’s the plan,” Logan chuckles “...but I’m told plans don’t tend to work out here.”

“Oh no, they never do, all rooms are booked for at least a month just in case, I’ve added a few extra days on free of charge, we don’t tend to get many visitors so I doubt they’ll go amiss,” The man scans a keycard through the computer system, it fizzes slightly and he hits the side of it before trying again. “There you go, you’re in room 13,” He hands the keycard over “...and if you need me just ring,” he taps the phone “Phone number is on the bedside table.”

“Thank you....?”

“Oh! Emile, I’m Emile, that’s Remy, he’s not a cat, he just looks like one right now,” Remy blinks two wide golden eyes at Logan, he does certainly look like a cat. “He should be back to normal when he’s finished having a tantrum.” Remy hisses in response. “Have a nice night!”

Logan decides that he’s already reaching his limit with weird and he’s only been here maybe half an hour, although his watch has also mysteriously stopped working so there’s no real way to tell. He puts on his pyjamas, climbs into bed and tries to fall asleep.

It takes him an hour and a half to do so. Roughly.

--

When he wakes up the next morning, and finishes going through the usual human morning routine, he wanders downstairs to find a man who isn’t Emile sat on the chair behind the desk with headphones on. His name tag read “Remy,” and he’s wearing sunglasses inside. Otherwise he’s completely normal; a worn down leather jacket accompanying a black shirt and ripped jeans, hanging off a man who is of normal height and stature for someone in his early 20′s.

“Sorry about being a cat when you got here,” Remy pulls an earphone out to speak, chewing on bubblegum as he does “...me and Emile were having a domestic, how is your room?”

“Adequate,” Logan replies, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. “So the turning into a cat thing is that...genetic?” Remy laughs a little and shakes his head.

“In what world would that be genetic?” He kicks his feet off of the table and sits up a little straighter “No, it was a curse.” Logan nods slowly, wondering why one is less likely than the other, and then thinking that he doesn’t want to know why because then he would start thinking like a resident here, and that sounds like a nightmare. “We do have an exorcist, and he’s supposed to really be able to dabble in lots of different type of magic, but so far he’s been unsuccessful.”

The dark-haired scientist recalls the radio presenter from last night “Roman, right?” Remy nods in response.

The door opens then to let in a bright array of sunshine, and Remy scrunches his nose up in distaste, pushing his sunglasses even further up his nose as if that might have been possible. The man that is silhouetted against the door frame looks too bright, but as he speaks, Logan recognises the deep and soothing tone “Good morning, stranger.”

The door closes behind him and the man leans against the wall with a wide grin. His skin is tan, a caramel colour with light blonde hair that has been pushed to the side and back, exposing two-toned golden snake eyes. Logan is starting to regret his journey and coming here at all, and he is certainly not enjoying the way his own heart thunders in his chest, or the slight warmth to his cheeks. Perhaps it’s the sharp angles of the man’s jaw, the snakeskin that covers half of his face, or the gentle radiant glow this man has, but he is...astoundingly beautiful.

Weird shit, Logan can deal with, feelings? Not at all.

“Welcome to Hell, literally, that’s the name of this place. America’s most singularly, scientifically fucked town, where everything that shouldn’t happen, definitely does happen,” The man grins, dark eyes blinking. Logan blinks back, opens his mouth, and then decides he doesn’t have any words in his extensive vocabulary to explain this. “What brings such a handsome young man to the town?”

“Science,” Logan mutters. “I came to investigate the town, scientifically this place is fascinating, a hive of energy that exists nowhere else.” He straightens his lab coat and holds up a device that had been in his hand. “So far I’ve discovered extremely unusual readings, and...” Logan talks, he explains, and the stranger looks at him with an incredibly dopey look.

“Uh-huh,” he mutters as the scientist talks extremely enigmatically, all strangeness and shyness are forgotten as he loses himself in his interest.

“Sorry, I didn’t ask what your name was, I don’t think I caught it last night.” The tan-skinned man smiles softly before shaking his head.

“You didn’t,” Logan doesn’t know how he knows this. “My name is Deceit, but most people call me Dee, I run the radio show,” The scientist smiles and nods, offering a hand for him to shake. Deceit practically purred at the contact to his gloved hand; he can’t help it when someone so pretty comes wandering in, all fair skin and dark hair with such...enticing cobalt eyes, he has to blush a little.

But the moment of bliss is interrupted as the door opens again, slamming behind the second newcomer of the morning. Remy, who clearly does not like having visitors, sighs in annoyance and looks up to a dark-skinned man with long hair and is..dripping in jewellery. The man is holding a book in his hand and he goes to speak before he looks up, only to see Deceit (in which his gaze turns sour) and then Logan (in which his eyebrow quirks, a slow smirk crosses his face and the book snaps shut in his hand). “Remy,” The stranger has an accent that sounded to be somewhat partially American. “You have a visitor?”

The cat-like man sighs. “It would appear I have quite a few,” he unplugs the other earphone and tosses them on the table “What do you want, Roman? I told you at this point this curse isn’t that bad, plus Emile finds it harder to shout at me when I’m knee-high to a grasshopper and fluffy,”

That would be some sound logic, Logan thinks to himself, ...if he were not talking about turning into a cat. “That’s fine, there is clearly someone much more interesting to talk to,” The elegant man holds out a hand and wears a grin that is almost a little too revealing. 29 years of not being flirted with and today it happens twice one straight after another.

“As if your two boyfriends weren’t enough Roman, you hop on the poor fresh meat like he’s dessert,” Deceit cuts in, a displeased look on his face as he folds his arms across his chest.

“He certainly looks like dessert,” Roman retorts. Logan thinks blushing is going to become a hobby whilst he’s here and looks over at Remy for help.

“Dee, don’t you have a radio show to host? Roman, don’t you have a demon to maintain? Logan I have no idea what you’re here to do but I’m sure it’s more than being the ruler in a dick-measuring contest between two insufferable assholes.” There’s a beat. Roman has the audacity to blush as if he hadn’t been saying some fairly explicit things by Logan’s standards, but a moment ago.

“Oh well, I’m here too...”

“Logan, dear, you’re cute, but I spent an entire night as a cat, and my better half, who is, by the way, all of my patience and will to listen to other people, is at work, right now I’m as bitchy as I can get, please don’t try and explain to me science unless it’s the science of how to make a coffee so strong my heart will stop...” Remy’s glasses slide down his nose, revealing two bright gold cats eyes, and they narrow as they stare at Logan. “All of you, out.”

“I’ll bring you a coffee, Rem,” Roman mutters as he starts towards the door.

“Thanks, Roman.” He doesn’t sound very thankful at all.

--

Roman offers to show Logan around town, he asks about the device in the scientist’s hand but anything he says is completely lost on the bejewelled man. Who is, by the way, wearing a lot of jewellery. His hands are covered in rings that have thin chains hanging from them, connecting to bracelets or each other. His nose, lip and eyebrows are pierced twice and the entire left side of his ear has small chains hanging off of them.

He looks like a prince.

“This is the coffee shop, my boyfriends both work here, and they live upstairs too, fair warning, one of them is a demon,” Logan nods a little numbly, unsure what else he was expecting really. Does anything normal happen in this town at all?

They walk in to see a scrawny and sickly pale man behind the counter, to the point where Logan would worry about anaemia until he saw the veins that were completely onyx running underneath the skin. The demon, then. “Welcome to Hell’s Pat-isserie, what may I get you?” His voice sounds bored, but then he looks up and sees Roman and his face lights up.

“Just a latte please,” Logan smiles nervously.

“That will be the cost of your soul please,” The demon’s voice darkens and shakes like lightning, Logan has to admit he felt a slight spike of fear before both the pale man and Roman start laughing.

“Virgil I keep telling you to stop doing that!” Logan looks up at the sound of a new voice, only to inhale sharply by what he’s greeted with. A man, with soft, freckled cheeks and a round face that has so clearly smiled so much, bounces up with stray blonde curls falling around his face. He bats a tea towel at the demon (Virgil, Logan assumes), before fixing Logan with a wide and blinding smile.

Blushing is indeed becoming a hobby.

“Roman, you’re late, help me with the coffee machine won’t you love? It’s jammed again the stupid bloody thing.” The man’s voice is as soft as his appearance dictates, and he hands the tea towel to Roman, who vaults over the counter to help. Then his attention focuses on Logan and he’s not entirely sure his heart can handle those pale blue eyes. “Sorry about these two, they’re a handful, just a latte was it? That’ll be $3.50,” Logan hands over the money with a dazed expression. As he’s handed his change, he can’t resist asking.

“What’s your name?”

“Patton, you?”

“Logan.” Patton smiles again, and Logan can’t help but liken it to the first flowers blooming in spring, and other cheesy metaphors that people come up with when they think about love at first sight.

“Well, Logan, take a seat, and we’ll bring your coffee over shortly,” A pause “...and thanks for keeping Roman out of trouble, it’s practically his day job,”

The scientist can’t help but absently think he’d hold back an inconclusive amount of danger to see Patton smile again. Then he reminds himself that he has a job to do; even if the rate of his own heart around these men is the strangest thing that has happened to him since he arrived in Hell. He can't afford diversions.

[nobodyfamousposts]

Felix July - Personality Swap (Felix Culpa)

Because why not? @felixmonth

It was a beautiful day at Franciose Dupont.

At least until Marinette found a phone being shoved in her face by an overly excited Alya as Nino and Adrien followed just behind her.

“Girl! Check it out!”

She sighed. “What now?”

Alya beamed, ignoring Marinette’s less than enthusiastic interest. “I’ve got a new interview with Lila after Ladybug rescued her from an akuma earlier!”

“And that is supposed to actually impress anyone?” Marinette asked, almost sounding bored. “Pretty much everyone has been saved by Ladybug at least once at this point.”

That put a bit of a damper on the conversation as the other three lost a bit of their enthusiasm at that. Adrien’s smile faded slightly, noting the less than supportive response from their “Everyday Ladybug”.

“But you know how much Lila has done, and she IS Ladybug’s bestie. The viewers will love it!”

“Did you even talk to Ladybug about any of this before running this information? Make sure it was true or in any way accurate?”

Adrien frowned, a bit put off by her tone. He knew Lila was still pulling her regular antics, but Marinette didn’t have to be so snippy. The tone was completely unlike her, for all that it sounded familiar.

“Girl, you know I take my journalism very seriously! I always make sure to get the story straight!” Alya replied, passing the other girl’s comment off as a joke.

Marinette raised an eyebrow at that. “Like the time you thought Chloe was Ladybug even though we all clearly saw the two of them together during the Stoneheart and Bubbler incidents?”

The boys blinked in surprise. Of course it couldn’t have been meant the way it sounded because this was Marinette saying it, but it still sounded pretty harsh.

“This is different!” Alya insisted, clearly annoyed by the jabs but trying to ignore them as unintentional slights and remain civil.

“What, you mean you’re actually going to fact check this time?” Marinette asked, incredulously.

Yeah, there was no mistaking it that time. That comment definitely held some bite to it.

Nino gaped in horror because this…this was not Marinette. The Marinette he knew was never this…mean!

Alya looked like she was two seconds away from blowing up at the other girl.

Adrien stared at Marinette in shock before his expression turned to one of hurt. “Marinette, that’s uncalled for.”

And Marinette simply gave him a flat stare in response. “My apologies, I’ve forgotten that according to you, apparently I’m supposed to stand by and stay quiet when I know someone is doing something wrong because clearly not inconveniencing them is supposed to be the bigger concern over having them not do bad things. I wish I could say I actually care, but not all of us get to ride on the High Horse Express, Agreste.”

“I never said—”

“Nevermind that if you had told Nino at the very least about Lila’s blatant and obvious lies, he wouldn’t have pressured you on her behalf and the whole mess with you being forced to take her to your house, her manipulating your father’s staff, and Kagami getting akumatized wouldn’t have happened. Not that any of that has actually gotten you to speak up about her yet, but I guess that just goes to show how you care less about protecting the people who are actually good vs the ones who you want to believe might eventually be good no matter how much they clearly show they don’t.”

Adrien’s eyes widened. “I didn’t mean—"

“Just go back to your corner and ignore things like you always do. The people who are actually willing to solve problems are talking.”

Alya and Nino gaped in shock, completely uncertain how to take any of this. Lila lied—well, they knew Marinette had been saying as such but that was yet to be confirmed. But that Adrien knew and kept quiet? All of that and any other questions, however, paled in comparison to seeing Marinette of all people blatantly telling off Adrien in such a way. ADRIEN AGRESTE. She hadn’t even managed a full conversation with him before where she didn’t stumble over her words, but this?

Seeing the group’s collective expressions, Marinette rolled her eyes. “By which I mean ‘me’, because of course I’m the only one who ever actually has to do anything around here. Or rather ‘everything’.”

They couldn’t stop staring. Because…was this Marinette? Marinette Dupain-Cheng does not say such things. Or act this way.

But she was, as the girl in question remained completely unconcerned, looking to her watch and ignoring their shocked expressions. “Speaking of which, I have to get to the classroom to help plan more projects that you people won’t appreciate just so you can keep badgering me about how I never do enough for you."

She didn’t even give them a chance to respond before turning on her heel and walking away. Well, walking towards the school and away from them, leaving the three in the metaphorical dust and just gaping at her in confusion and abject horror.

“What. The hell. Was that?” Nino asked, too shocked to fully rationalize what had just happened.

“Maybe…maybe she’s just upset about something else and she’s lashing out?” Adrien suggested weakly. He glanced after her in worry. “Maybe we should talk with her?”

“Oh, I’ll talk to her all right! I am going to give that girl a piece of my mind!” Alya was practically seething as she started  to storm towards the school to catch up to her ‘friend’ and have a few good words for her.

It was perhaps fortunate for everyone that someone bumped into her first, drawing her attention and distracting her from her ire.

Except the one who bumped into her was Felix, who was generally a regular source of ire and spite.

“I’m so sorry!” He blurted immediately, looking strained.

…Except this time, apparently.

Alya stared.

“What?”

“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” He asked, worriedly as he looked her up and down in an attempt to see if there were any injuries.

She continued to stare.

“What?”

“I am sorry,” Felix repeated. “I didn’t mean to bump into you. Are you alright?”

“…What?”

Felix frowned at her before turning to the other two boys, eyes wide in worry. “She’s not responding! I think she may have a concussion.” He gripped his head and started growing more frantic. “Now she’s going to have to be hospitalized and may get amnesia and never be able to update the Ladyblog and all of her fans will be furious and try to hunt me down so I’ll have to live in a bunker and survive off canned food for the rest of my life!” The…unusual-behaving Felix groaned, finishing his…rather unusual rant by covering his eyes with his hands.

Alya…continued to stare.

The boys, unfortunately, were just as shocked as she was and thus were no help to explaining Felix’s strange yet somehow familiar behavior.

The taller blond forced himself to stop and take a breath. “I can’t do this. I don’t understand how she lives like this! If it’s not worrying about hurting someone’s feelings, it’s freaking over how even the slightest mistake can snowball into an unspeakable tragedy.”

Adrien blinked. “Wait—what?”

Felix sighed before turning to face the three. “Where is Marinette?”

Nino finally regained enough composure to speak. “She uh…went inside. She said some…things, and then just had enough and walked off.” Not even stormed off—that would have required some sort of feeling. No, she just coolly glided away with all the confidence and elegance of a figure skater.

Felix groaned at that, realizing exactly what Nino meant. “I am so sorry about that.”

“It’s not your fault.” Adrien said, trying to reassure him albeit uncertain in doing so since this WAS Felix he was talking to. A very out of character-acting Felix, but Felix nonetheless. He was half expecting a snarky remark of some sort at any point. Not that it would have phased him given the verbal thrashing Marinette of all people had just given moments before.

“It kind of is.” The other blond replied. “She can’t help it. She doesn’t have my restraint.”

The three blinked at him.

“What?”

“Look,” Felix said with a sigh. “There’s an akuma running around that apparently switches characteristics between its victims and it did…THIS to us.” He explained, gesturing to himself and his current unravelling state like that actually explained anything. “Next thing I knew, Marinette left and I was distracted by…everything.”

“Like…?” Alya prodded.

“I’ve lost count.” He deadpanned. Because honestly, if it wasn’t a crying child, it would be a cat caught in a tree. If there wasn’t some elderly man crossing the street, there would be someone carrying a package that’s too heavy for them. The fact that he made it back to the school at all was a miracle.

And if this was what it was like for him, he couldn’t stop the growing fear of what Marinette had become. Because it wasn’t as easy as simply saying Felix’s negative attitude and Marinette’s positive personality were switched. No, that would be inaccurate.

Felix was a dour person, full of bitterness and spite for those who earned his ire—which was admittedly all too easy to accomplish. But he had at least some ability—or rather had learned long before now how to and what to hold back. At least in this way, he was simply seen as having a somewhat cynical personality, and would be avoided rather than targeted. He had his opinions and enough confidence to let people know what he thought regardless of whose feelings he may hurt in the process.

Marinette, on the other hand, was a generally kind person. She was always one to try to help others. But something common overlooked was her anxiety, which often led to her making mistakes just as much as it pushed her to correct them—even when they weren’t hers. She contrasted with Felix in that she cared too much about other people’s feelings. She was often putting others before herself. It was one of the reasons she was so well liked.

But with this situation…it was switched. And even worse, neither of them were equipped to handle the other’s personality.

She didn’t have Felix’s restraint, and he lacked her resilience.

And knowing Marinette and everything she’s done and been through, she would likely have a lot to say to people that she would no doubt regret later. Even if these are her feelings, and however much truth there may be, he had little doubt that she would never have wanted to reveal them this way. All those dark, negative, bitter thoughts that she’d always felt but never even acknowledged. Just how much were there?

He winced at the thought. Even if he wasn’t holding Marinette’s anxiety and desire to help, he knew he wouldn’t want this for her.

It would devastate her if she ended up really hurting anyone.

“Just…please don’t hold this against Marinette. She doesn’t mean what she says, she just…” He winced because she kind of did but they didn’t need to know that. “She has a bit too much of ‘me’ in her at the moment.”

“Wait—” Nino cut in. “Are you saying Mari is YOU right now?”

Felix hesitated, but soon nodded. “In a sense, yes.”

The three stared. Because that would explain Marinette’s behavior, but that would also mean that while she had HIS personality, HE also had HERS.

And Felix…poor Felix just looked about ready to drop. 

“I cannot live like this! The day hasn’t even started and I’m already exhausted from the anxiety and niceties! I keep getting distracted by wanting to fix things for people or my own thoughts jumping to completely illogical conclusions!”

“That…sounds like Marinette all right.” Nino admitted.

“Don’t worry.” Adrien consoled him. “Ladybug and Chat Noir will fix this in no time!”

Alya just continued to stare.

Then her eye started twitching.

“Nope!”

And she promptly spun on her heel and walked away.

“Wait—Alya! Where are you going?” Adrien yelled.

“A salty Marinette was bad enough but a NICE Felix?” She exclaimed, only pausing for a moment to respond. “Nope! I’m done. I have reached my limit—AND I DIDN’T EVEN KNOW I HAD ONE!” She shook her head and kept going. “This is officially too weird for me. I’m going home. Somebody call me when things start making sense again.”

The three boys watched her leave with various levels of bewilderment.

Adrien was the one to step back and turn to the school.

“Okay, we need to find Marinette and get this akuma.”

[jane-fucking-seymour]

Show Me A Sign

Specifically for @ichlugebulletsandcornnuts because I am NICE and NOT A BULLY

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Three months. It had been three months since the queens suddenly found themselves alive and well in the 21st century.

Four of them had started to adjust to the modern life with the help of their respective queens, with the remaining two having been somewhat “adopted” by their closest queen’s lady: Cathy had ended up living with Maria and Catherine, Katherine was with Anna and Bessie, Anne had Maggie, and Jane had Joan. While not terribly close, the six did still keep in touch, with their Ladies coordinating together to arrange visits and general chats.

The only queen that didn’t partake in this, however, was Katherine Howard.

Ever since Katherine had fully recovered from her pneumonia, Katherine was quiet. Too quiet for Anna’s taste, but she couldn’t get the girl to speak at all most days. It was a frustrating affair for the German queen, who couldn’t seem to get her oldest friend to open up to her.

She wish Kat would see that Anna wasn’t going to let anyone hurt her, and that Anna and the other queens were safe, but Kat seemed completely shut into herself, refusing to speak most of the time.

Unknown to them all, however, that would soon change.

That morning, while Anna and Katherine were having breakfast, Bessie walks in with a letter.

“I’ve heard from Maria de Salinas,” Bessie says with a smile. “It seems that Lady Aragon and Lady Parr would like to arrange a meeting.”

“Oh?” Anna asks, tilting her head. “Why?”

Bessie looks down at the letter, re-reading it as she speaks. “It doesn’t say, but it seems friendly enough in nature. I doubt it’s anything business related, perhaps they want to meet up with us to say hello?”

Anna shrugs. “The Catherines seemed the most friendly to us out of any of them, honestly.” Anna looks over at Kat, a soft smile on her face. Katherine refuses to meet her eye - like normal - and she’s picking at her strawberry parfait with granola as if she’s not paying attention, but Anna knows better. She knows the girl is listening, is considering. “What do you think, Kat?”

Katherine stops poking at her food, looking up in surprise. She must not have expected the question. Anna smiles even wider. “We can do whatever you’d like. No pressure at all.”

Katherine looks from Anna to Bessie, a bit nervous... but she does nod, softly, before she goes back to picking at her parfait. Anna can see the girl tense; it’s what Kat does when she’s hoping she made the right decision.

There’s still such a long way to go for her, Anna knows, but maybe this’ll help.

“I think that’s a grand idea, Kit,” Anna says, looking up at Bessie. “Tell Maria we’d be delighted to say hello. Make it within the week.”

“Of course, my lady,” Bessie says, smiling, and rushes off to arrange the meeting.

Anna looks back at Kat, who seems to have relaxed. Anna even swears that she sees Kat smiling a little bit. “Seeing them will be good, I think. I’m excited to go, aren’t you?” Anna asks, and while Kat simply nods silently, Anna can tell the girl is actually excited for it.

A few days go by and, after work, Anna picks up Kit and Bessie and heads to their decided meetup spot: a small cafe, right near Anna and Kat’s place. Bessie drops the two off and goes to park the car while Kat and Anna stand on the street, waiting for the Catherine’s and Maria to arrive.

It’s a quiet neighborhood, a bit out of the way of the normal hustle and bustle of London, and if Anna looked in just the right place, she could see the Tower of London barely peaking out from over the rooftops. It’s weird to see so many buildings around, but Anna’s fast getting used to it.

She’s lost in thought until she feels a gentle bump at her side. She turns to find Katherine looking up at her. “Yes?”

Kat looks pointedly to Anna’s left, so Anna’s gaze follows... and she smiles brightly.

“Hello, it’s good to see you.”

Sure enough, it’s the three they’ve been waiting for. Cathy and Catherine lead the way with Maria barely trailing behind her ladies, standing dutifully next to the two Catherine’s when they stop in front of Kat and Anna. Kat backs up only slightly, giving Anna the forward position as she somewhat hides behind the German woman, one hand on Anna’s arm and the other on her back.

Anna smiles as she extends her hand, giving the trio a smile. It’s a very formal greeting for a very formal event - at least, in terms of interaction. They were all in casual clothing, but the decorum of the event compelled the queens to act a bit more proper than normal. After all, being invited out by two former queens was a rather big event, even when the two they were inviting were former queens themselves.

“Thank you for inviting us out,” Anna says. “We’ve been looking forward to this.”

“We have as well,” Catherine says with a soft smile. She looks down at Kat, who immediately averts her gaze. “It’s good to see both of you.”

“Shall we go in?” Cathy asks, nodding at Maria. Anna nods at Bessie, who has arrived just in time to help Maria open the doors for their queens.

Once they’re all settled in a booth - Catherine and Cathy on one side, Anna and Katherine on the other, Maria and Bessie at a table nearby - their orders are taken and Cathy immediately starts the conversation.

“I hope you all are well?” Cathy asks, giving them both a gentle smile. “How have you been feeling, Katherine?”

Kat continues to look down, not answering, very tense in the given situation. Anna answers instead.

“She’s been well, thank you,” Anna replies with a grin. “She’s gotten a clean bill of health from the doctors. Right as rain, this one. She watches a lot of the animal documentaries that are on, mostly about cats, oddly enough.”

“Oh? Well that’s fitting, then,” Catherine says with a chuckle. Then, looking down at Kat, trying to catch her eye: “We were very worried about you, Katherine. I’m glad it’s worked out well.”

Kat looks up for a moment - blink and you’d have missed it - and she simply nods quietly, looking down at her placemat.

Catherine and Anna look at each other for a moment before Catherine graciously changes the subject, allowing Katherine to relax a bit now that the spotlight wasn’t on her. Cathy, meanwhile, is still watching the girl, a concerned look on her face.

It’s a few more minutes into the meeting when Katherine gently knocks her head against Anna’s shoulder. Anna blinks, looking down. “What’s up, Kit?” She asks, a smile on her face as she does so.

Kat stares at Anna, then at... something... on a wall, and looks back at Anna.

Anna frowns. “Did you see a drink you like?”

Kat frowns, shakes her head, and pointedly looks again. Anna squints, trying to figure out what she’s looking at, until...

“Oh! The sign, you’re looking at the bathroom sign, aren’t you?” Anna asks, and when Kat nods, Anna immediately summons Bessie to bring the girl to the restroom.

This leaves only Anna, Catherine, Cathy and Maria.

There’s an awkward moment of silence, and Anna tenses for what she knows it coming up.

“Has she not really spoken since she’s returned?” Cathy asks, watching where Bessie and Kat went off to.

Anna stumbles for an answer at first, before she puts on another smile. “She is just fine, I’m sorry if her lack of responses are bothersome to you-“

“Anna.”

Anna looks over at Catherine, who is shaking her head. She looks seriously at the woman in front of her.

“I know we haven’t really gotten too close, but I... think we can drop the formality, right?” Catherine asks softly. “As much as this has been good fun, we care about Katherine too. We want to help.”

Anna blinks, a bit surprised at the sudden turn of events, but then Anna sighs and nods, running a hand through her hair as she sits back on her chair.

“No, she’s not alright. I can’t get her to speak, dunno how. And I can’t take her to a doctor, not yet anyways. I don’t even know how medicine works around here, I’ve been terrified that they’ll take her to a mental hospital or something. I just... don’t know what to do.”

Cathy tilts her head. “She’s mostly been communicating by nods or staring at things she wants. Like right now, right?”

Yes,” Anna nods. “But it’s a bit of a guessing game sometimes, and I don’t always get it right.”

“And we know she can speak, right?” Catherine asks. “I’m sorry, I don’t know much about her from the previous life.”

Anna nods. “I’m pretty sure. She did at the hospital, you know? I thought maybe it was because of the... incident, from back then, but I think she just doesn’t want to speak.” Anna thinks a bit. “And I’ve heard her singing to herself. It’s a lovely voice. I just... would like to hear it more often. I’d like to know what she wants, you know?”

Cathy leans back in thought. “Have you considered teaching her how to sign?”

“How to what?” Anna asks, but then she spots Bessie returning with Kat. “We’ll chat later about that.”

Kat sits back down, eyes downcast again, and the queens return to their previous conversation as if Kat had never left.

As their food is given to them, Anna sees that Kat is staring at the chips Anna has with her sandwich. With a chuckle, she gives Kat the chips, making the girl’s eyes widen in excitement. She’s got a huge smile on her face as she eats them happily.

“Make sure you eat your food too, though, okay?” Anna asks, and Katherine looks up and nods at her happily before returning to the food. Anna rolls her eyes fondly before she looks back at Catherine and Cathy. “It looks like Bessie and Maria are getting along well.”

The two Catherine’s look over to find Bessie and Maria laughing it up, excitedly speaking about something or another, and Catherine chuckles at the sight.

“I’m glad, I wasn’t entirely sure how they’d get along,” Catherine admits, “but it seems to be going just fine.” Catherine looks back at Anna. “Perhaps we can make this a regular thing?”

Katherine seems to perk up at the question. She doesn’t seem against it, just... interested.

“Yeah, I’d like that as well,” Cathy says. “I’d love to discuss a few more things with you Anna, if you’re interested.” She looks over at Kat. “And I’d love to get to know you more too, Kat. I’m sure Catherine does, too. How does that sound?”

Katherine looks up for a moment again, but it’s longer this time, as Cathy immediately meets her gaze. Slowly but surely, Katherine blinks, then nods, then goes back to looking down.

Cathy tilts her head curiously, before she seems to understand something and her eyes go wide. She looks at Anna.

“Can I try something?” She mouths, nodding towards Katherine. When Anna nods, she slowly puts a hand in Kat’s eye line. Kat looks confused at the moving hand before she looks up questioningly. Cathy stares directly at her, then slowly blinks, keeping eye contact with Katherine as she does so. Katherine stares for a moment, before she slowly blinks back, a smile on her face, and she takes the hand Cathy offers.

Anna is absolutely dumbfounded as to what Cathy did, but it seems to have worked, and now... well, know Katherine is actually laughing, actually giggling as she keeps Cathy’s hand in her own. Cathy smiles right on back before she tilts her head.

“Do you think we can go again next week, Katherine?” Cathy asks.

Anna’s already astonished at the encounter, but the next part really takes the cake.

“Yeah,” Katherine said, nodding.

Anna looks at Katherine, then at Cathy, then at Katherine, then back at Cathy. She’s absolutely speechless.

Cathy gives her a nod before they return to their normal conversation. Anna’s a bit thrown by the interaction, and at how Katherine has seemed to relax completely, a totally different position than what she was at the start of the meeting; she’s dying to know how Cathy managed what she just did.

A while later, Katherine once again excuses herself, going with Bessie to pick out a sweet to take home, and Anna finally has a chance to ask.

“Alright, Parr,” Anna says, urgency in her voice; she needs to know before Katherine gets back. “How’d you do that?”

“You said she likes watching the animal channel and her favorite animal is a cat, right?” Cathy asks. When Anna nods, Cathy continues. “So, when cats like people, they blink slowly at them to show that they like them, will stare at you a bunch, too. It’s what she’s been doing to you all day.”

Anna sits back in thought; Kat does do that a lot to Anna... and, the more she thinks about it, Kat’s not really looking down at the table; she’s looking down at Anna’s hand.

That checks out.

“So,” Cathy continues, “I thought maybe she wanted to know she was safe, and to do that she was looking for a sign that’s not normal,” Cathy shrugs.

Catherine is impressed. “Still, she only said a word, and I doubt she’ll say anything else today.”

Cathy nods. “She doesn’t seem to want to talk still, but she did feel comfortable enough to say yes, so it’s a start. I don’t know how you’re going to get her to speak more, though.”

“What if,” Anna says, deep in thought, “I set up a system so that she doesn’t have to?” She looks up at the others before she pulls out a book in her bag: sign language. “Been thinking about helping her learn this. It’s a bunch of hand motions that turn into words.”

“That’s brilliant, Anna,” Cathy says with a smile. “If you do, let us know, we’d love to learn to help her.”

“And I’m sure Anne would want to as well,” Catherine adds. “I know she wanted to talk with Kat for a while, maybe we can include her in these little get togethers?”

“I think that works,” Anna agrees. “I’ll talk to Kat tonight. If she wants to, I’ll let you know-“

“Hello.”

They all turn to find Katherine, absolutely excited to have about five different sweets and pastries. Anna immediately looks at Bessie, who looks absolutely everywhere but her queen.

“Kit-Kat,” Anna says, barely holding back a smile. “I thought I said one?”

Kat holds up the bag. “One.”

Cathy shrugs. “She’s not wrong, you know, if you didn’t specify a bag versus a sweet-“

“Don’t,” Anna interrupts, holding up a hand at Cathy, “encourage her.” Anna sighs dramatically, making a face that makes Kat chuckle. “Alright, Kit, you win this one.”

Katherine smiles brightly at her before she sits down. She opens the bag, taking out two muffins, and offers them to Cathy and Catherine, who take them happily. Maria arrives with a muffin of her own, telling her queens that it’s time to go.

“Alright, loves,” Catherine says, getting up and hugging Anna. “We’ll need to do this more often.”

Katherine nods, a gentle smile on her face as she stands next to Anna. She’s not hiding like she was before, instead keeping side by side to the fourth queen.

“Same time next week, ladies?” Cathy asks, and both Anna and Katherine nod. Bessie and Maria hug goodbye and the two groups split off.

When they get home, Anna leads Katherine to the living room, sitting her down.

“How did you like Catherine and Cathy, Kit?” Anna asks. When Katherine nods, Anna takes out the book. “I have something I think we can do to help you moving forward.”

Katherine puts her bag of sweets next to her, looking at the book curiously. Anna gives it to her, and Katherine slowly but surely reads what she can as Anna continues.

“This is called sign language. I know how you don’t like to speak sometimes, but I don’t always get your staring right, so... this will help. I’ll learn it, Bessie will too, and I know the Catherine’s and Maria will as well. Anne I think will be on board, so Maggie will too, and I think Jane will too, though that would be later,” Anne says. “That way, instead of talking, you can just... sign it to us. How does that sound-?!?”

That’s all Anna can say, though, as she’s suddenly pushed back by Katherine tackle hugging her, embracing her oldest friend tightly and nuzzling into her neck.

Anna smiles. “Okay, love, I’ll take that as a yes.”

Katherine looks up at Anna, immediately nodding so fast Anna was afraid Kat would have whiplash, before Katherine leans back to grab the bag off the couch and offer Anna her favorite dessert. Anna, with a chuckle, takes it.

“Thanks babe. I knew I could count on you.”

The sign language education at first started slow due to them having to read the book to get the information; Kat was never good at reading and English is a second language for Anna, so it’s slower progress than Anna would like. However, after Bessie learns about a video streaming service called YouTube, Anna finds a plethora of sign language tutorial videos online.

As it turns out, Katherine learns the best by doing the thing she’s trying to learn, so practically overnight she’s learned the signs she needs to to get by.

Katherine still doesn’t talk a lot - it’s something that she needs to work on - but she does express herself a lot moving forward. She signs about how she’s feeling, about something she needs to get from the store, when she’s scared, when she’s anxious, when there’s someone she’s scared of, when something happens. She’s actually really chatty, and Anna is more than happy to listen.

A few weeks later, when they’re at their weekly get together with the Catherine’s, Katherine sits down and signs emphatically with Anna about how she thinks it’s cute that the two Catherine’s have matching coats.

Cathy, with a laugh, is next to speak:

“Well, I’m glad you like them, Katherine, my Catherine picked them out.”

There’s a moment of dumbfoundness from Katherine before she perks up, practically gasping as she signs to Cathy, asking if she knows what she said.

Cathy nods, and then Catherine signs back: “We wouldn’t want you to just have Anna to talk to, hm? That would be rather lonely.”

Katherine stares, blinks slowly, then bursts out into a giggle as she excitedly signs back. The Catherine’s reply verbally, but Katherine is just excited to have more people to talk to in the way she prefers to communicate.

In the coming months, Katherine would find her voice, become less anxious to speak her mind to the world and allow for her voice to be heard. However, for those first few months - those critical weeks of her getting her footing in the world - Katherine had suddenly gone from a scared, anxious, quiet girl to one of the most chatty of the queens, and they wouldn’t have it any other way.

[connorandersons-blog]

Elevator

Gavin Reed and Connor get stuck in an elevator. Turns out Gavin is claustrophobic and Connor has to help him through it!

PG, and panic attacks

Word Count: 7,924

Normal text: Me Italicized: @phcking-coffee-lover

The crime scene had been bloody, but nothing he hadn't seen before. As far as he could tell it was a simple murder, and perhaps hate crime. 

A dead android killed from a beating. It appeared that the murderer lured the android to the building and killed them with a rusty pipe. It was an old building so he probably didn't bring it with him. 

There wasn't much evidence, just shoe prints, and gloves that the killer wore. Premeditated then. That did make it harder, as there weren't any active cameras, but he was sure he could solve this. 

Once he had checked every room and collected all the evidence he could (and got yelled at by Hank for licking things once again) he moved towards the elevator. Hank was staying behind to talk to Chris, so he was on his own. 

He pressed the button to call the elevator and waited. The elevator was slow, but he didn't mind waiting. He simply just went over the information he knew about the case.

Gavin was on the other floor looming around to see if there was any sign of the murder escape. He found none. He checked each apartment and windows on the corridor. 

He then was about to head back to the office to do more work and then finally head home after 10 days of work. He froze when he saw Connor but just walked in and pressed the button to start the elevator. 

He leaned against the wall and sighed at how slow it was. The music was boring and he wanted to finally get out. 

Connor only paused for a second seeing Reed, but he followed him in anyways. He didn't want to wait for it to go all the way down and back up just because he didn't get along with someone. " Detective Reed." He simply said in greeting.

So he stepped in and waited for the doors to close. He fixed the tie that he still wore. He no longer wore the jacket, but the rest of his outfit stayed the same most days. 

He stood there with his posture perfect, glancing at Reed. He wouldn't deny that he was pleasant to look at. He could also appreciate that even with all his faults, Reed was a very good detective. 

He was snapped out of his thoughts by the elevator jerking. The lights flickered for a second before the elevator completely stopped. Perfect. This is just what he needed. 

Gavin was just staring at the floor, getting away the thoughts of being in so small place. He swallowed lightly and tried to don't think about it. He just wished the elevator was faster. /More/ faster.

He didn't react at the greeting, just usual asshole he was or acted like. He looked up at the jerk and shouted in surprise. He frowned and looked around. "Phck. What did you do?!" He shouted at Connor and glared at the android.

"Get the elevator going again!" He shouted as he stared at Connor. He wished it will be over soon. He didn't want to freak out. It was already getting hard for him to breathe.

He was barely stopping himself from freaking out and trying to bang at the elevator's door. 

Connor rolled his eyes when Gavin accused him of doing something. Sure he could have, but he didn't. He was just standing there. 

"Detective, I'm not a repairman, nor am I equipped to do so. I have contacted others to inform them of our situation, though." He doesn't know if this will take long or not. 

If he absolutely had to, he could get them out. That would be dangerous if someone started repairing it. If the elevator started moving while they were escaping it could cause serious injury to both of them. 

He could tell Reed was slightly panicking but considered that normal in this situation. Humans often didn't like being trapped, and he didn't blame them. Being trapped in a small space where they could easily plummet to their death was frightening. 

He didn't let it get to him, though. He knew that they'd get help, and it would take at most a few hours depending on the reason for the sudden stop. 

He did notice Reed's breathing, which if continued could become dangerous. "Detective, I'm sure someone will come to repair it soon. There is no need to worry." 

Gavin groaned at android's explanation and stopped himself from punching the wall of the elevator. He swallowed and leaned against the wall trying to calm down his thoughts. 

He went silent and just stared at the floor, not caring what the other told him. He had to stay calm, he began taking a bit deeper breaths and wrapped his arms around himself to don't show he shaking.

He wasn't looking around to don't see where he was. He even closed his eyes trying to imagine himself at home with cats around him. It might help for a while but he had to have Plan B. 

Connor watched curiously. Human emotions were still new to him and he found it fascinating to see. He could tell Reed's stress level was higher than regular. 

Was he supposed to do something? He no longer had clear objectives given to him. He had free will. He could just sit in the corner and ignore Gavin if he wanted. 

He didn't want to do that, though. He didn't really know what he wanted to do, but it wasn't that.

He blinked a few times as he got the notification. The news wasn't ideal, but it made sense. After all, they were at a crime scene in the middle of the night. 

"Detective, I have just been informed that it will take at least an hour before someone is available to come to fix the elevator." He assumed that they'd have to be in it for at least two hours. Probably three if he was being realistic. Again, not ideal but it could be a lot worse.  

Gavin swallowed and nodded at the information. He shook lightly as he felt like there was no air in the elevator. He put a hand on his own chest and tried to calm down. He felt bad. He couldn't breathe! Where was all the air?!

He opened his eyes, he had panic in them and looked around. His vision was swimming around. He gritted his teeth and swallowed. He knew what was happening.

He sat down on the floor as he didn't want to stand. His legs were weak and shaky. He swallowed and gasped for breath. It felt like all the air disappeared. 

He choked on his breath and put his head on the knees. He was scared and panicking. He was shaking and couldn't stop it at all. He looked around and felt like the walls were moving, trying to crush him. 

Connor felt his own panic rise, but now it was for Reed's wellbeing. He loaded up protocols on how to help. 

From what he could tell, Gavin was having a panic attack. There could be multiple reasons, but most likely it was due to claustrophobia. It was a very common fear but also hard to deal with. 

Normally to help you remove the person from the small space, but that wasn't a viable option in this case. 

So he knelt down in front of Gavin and tried to make himself as non-threatening as possible. 

"Reed? I need you to listen to me. Can you do that?" He asked softly. Sure they didn't get along, but that didn't mean he wanted Gavin to suffer. 

Gavin gasped again and tried to curl up around himself. He felt like he was being crushed. He gritted his teeth and closed his eyes tightly. He began gripping his hair and nearly ripping them.

He tried to take in some breath but just couldn't feel the air in his lungs. He looked up at Connor at his voice and tried to say something. 

He looked away as he let out only a whimper and felt his lungs hurting. He still could see the walls moving closer and slowly trying to crash him. 

He tried so hard to say something but it all just hurt to try. He choked again and curled up more. 

This definitely wasn't good. He needed Gavin at least somewhat calm while they waited. 

So he took a risk. "Gavin. I'm going to touch you, ok?" Then he gently touched his hand that gripped his hair. He tried to make him loosen the grip without using force.

With the other, he rubbed soothing circles onto Gavin's knee. Physical contact could go two ways. 

Some humans and androids react well to it, finding it comforting and grounding. 

Or, it could just make things worse. He really hoped it was the first option. 

"What you are feeling is scary, but it is not dangerous. Do you think you can copy my breathing?" He asked. 

He didn't need to breathe, but it had become a habit. Before it was just to sleep himself cool and to help him blend in with humans. Sometimes he felt his breath catch and the feeling of not being able to breathe, but it never would actually affect him the way it would to humans. 

Gavin listened but he seemed like he didn't hear it. He swallowed and closed his eyes tighter. He jumped lightly at the touch but then little by little his body began relaxing.

He swallowed and loosened his grip on his hair. He opened his eyes lightly and looked at Connor's chest. Soon his own chest began rising and falling in the rhythm of the other's breath.

He swallowed as he just looked at it with still a little bit panicked expression but was calmer. His breath was still a little bit shaky. 

When he was already a bit calmer he looked up at Connor slowly. His eyes are a bit red in the edges. Did he cry? He looked at Connor and his shaking slowly calmed down. 

He was glad it seemed to be working. He kept his hands on Gavin, taking one of Gavin's hands in his. 

"Concentrate on your breathing. Stay in the present. You're doing really well," He praised.  

It was a bit uncomfortable crouching on his feet, so he fully sat down on his legs. He was close enough that he could hug Gavin if he pulled him in, but far enough away that it shouldn't affect his claustrophobia. 

"What else can I do? What do you need?" He didn't have anything with him except himself. 

He could sing, and he could replicate famous singer's voices so he'd sound good. He hasn't actually tried to sing before. 

He also had plenty of stories he could tell, though that protocol was generally meant for children. He wouldn't mind doing that if that's what Gavin needed. 

Gavin took in a few shaky breaths and looked at the ground slowly. He relaxed a bit more as slowly he took his hands away from his hair. 

He uncurled a little bit and sighed somewhat in relief. He swallowed and closed his eyes. How could he do it in front of Connor? He was so stupid! Why couldn't he keep it in?! Now Connor knew how weak he was!

He swallowed lightly and closed his eyes as he put his head on his knees. He seemed a little bit sleepy and still shook a little. Maybe he might be cold? He didn't have much on himself as for winter? Maybe he had something in the car and forgot?

He tried to ignore Connor's presence but... It just helped in calming down... He wished he could lean into the warmth and just drift off to sleep but he had his pride still. Plus. Connor began to smell like Hank so he didn't want to remember what happened after Cole's death. 

Gavin still wasn't talking, but that wasn't completely odd. He was still calmer than before so he took that as a win. 

He moved his hand away from Gavin's knee and instead rubbed circles onto his back. 

"Can you talk? If not that's ok too. I just need to know if there is anything I can do or something I shouldn't do." He did send a message to Hank asking them to hurry up. 

It wouldn't do anything, but he hated feeling like he was useless. After this, he'd download programs to help fix machinery, just in case. 

Gavin shook his head lightly and looked down at the ground. He sighed and didn't look at Connor. He felt embarrassed about this whole situation. 

He didn't want Connor to think he was weak. He strangely wanted to impress him. He didn't know why though. He closed his eyes slowly and tried to relax even more but jumped and gasped as the elevator jumped lightly.

His breath got a little faster as he got scared. Were they going to fall? He gripped his pants with one hand and the other was gripping Connor's jacket unaware.

He had wide eyes as the light in the elevator began blinking. He curled up and closed his eyes as he just tried to don't freak out again. He didn't want to fall. 

He hummed when Gavin shook his head. He could work with this. 

He only flinched slightly when the elevator jerked. He did a quick scan. Nothing serious, thankfully. 

He was slightly shocked at the hand gripping his jacket. Then he took another risk and pulled Gavin into a hug. 

He hadn't hugged many people. Hank being the first, and Markus being the other. Markus had been more of a 'thank you' hug than anything else. 

"Shh, it's ok. The elevator is just settling. You're safe, I won't let anything happen to you, ok? I promise." He mumbled. He kept his voice level as he held Gavin. 

It was… nice. It would be nicer if Gavin wasn't having a panic attack, but he tried not to focus on that fact. "I'll keep you safe, Gavin." 

And he would. He didn't exactly know how, but he'd make sure he was safe. He'd put himself in danger if he had to. 

Gavin took a shaky breath in and was about to just sit in place when he was pulled into a hug. He froze a little but wrapped his arms around the other.

It was calming... He sighed in relief and relaxed a little. He didn't smell too much as Hank. Connor had his own smell... 

He relaxed as he just hid his face in Connor's shoulder. He breathed a bit deeper and tried to follow Connor's breath. He wished it never happened. He didn't want to show himself being so weak.

He swallowed and closed his eyes as he focused on breathing. He didn't listen to Connor. He focused on the androids... heartbeat? 

He kept Gavin close, running a hand up and down Gavin's back. With the other hand, he played with the hair at the back of Gavin's neck. 

It was soft, softer than he thought it would be. Gavin was warm in the way only born creatures were. Sure, androids produced heat, but this was different. 

This was like he could feel how alive Gavin is. It was comforting to feel Gavin's breathing, even if it wasn't back to its normal pace. 

He had an urge but pushed it away, knowing it would most likely be unwelcome. "You're doing so well, Gavin. I'm proud of you." 

He himself has had times where things got too much. His was known as sensory overload. If that happened he either laid on the ground and pet Sumo with his eyes closed, or he forced himself into stasis. 

Of course, he couldn't force Gavin to sleep. Well, he could but that required violence, which he most definitely wasn't going to do. 

Gavin shivered lightly as the android touched the hair on his neck and somewhat melted at the touch. He forgot it was Connor and where he was. He wasn't touched gently in so long that he kind of was touch starved.

He whimpered lightly and relaxed more. He was like some kid or animal now. He had his eyes closed and just breathed calmly not listening to anything but the other's heartbeat.

He slowly began drifting off as he calmed down. Maybe not completely but in most part. His arms and whole body fell from around Connor as his head went numb against Connor.

His breath was calm and steadier. He was relaxed and not shaking. Sleep always helped. Besides he didn't sleep for 10 days already. He worked all this time. 

He smiled as Gavin relaxed, feeling a sense of pride. He kept murmuring soft words to Gavin, his voice soft and low. 

"I'm going to lay you down, ok?" He said before gently moving so that Gavin was laying down. He put his head in his lap and started to fully card his hand through Gavin's hair. 

He took his jacket off as smoothly as he could to not jostle Gavin. He laid it across Gavin. He didn't need it to keep warm, and the elevator was warm. 

He knew that blankets and warmth were often comforting even for androids. He found that he really liked weighted blankets, and he liked it when Sumo would cuddle with him/lay on him. 

Gavin didn't react much at being moved. He was already half asleep. He curled up a little closer to Connor and sighed at the jacket.

His body was relaxed as he just slept peacefully, somewhat leaning into the touch. He smiled smally in his sleep. It was the first smile around Connor. First true smile.

He felt safe and the warmth of the android helped. He just didn't hear the heartbeat anymore and it made him a little bit stressed but not much. 

After some time Gavin was sleeping soundly against Connor's lap and curled up to the android, trying to cuddle. He was a cuddler. He was always looking for something to cuddle in his sleep. 

Connor smiled down at Gavin. He knew that they'd have to talk about this later, but he was so happy that Gavin trusted him enough to fall asleep. 

He looked around the small elevator then back at Gavin. He was definitely asleep. So he leaned down and pressed a quick kiss to his forehead. 

He looked so peaceful like this. More peaceful than he's ever seen him. Normally he just looks angry. 

Anger is often called a secondary emotion because humans (and now androids) tend to resort to anger to protect themselves from or cover up other vulnerable feelings. They almost always feel something else first before we get angry.

They might first feel afraid, attacked, offended, disrespected, forced, trapped, or pressured. If any of these feelings are intense enough, we think of the emotion as anger. So he often tried to dig deeper, see what was behind someone's anger. 

He was snapped out of his thoughts by Gavin getting closer. It was honestly adorable. Once again he took a gamble. 

He moved slowly to not wake up Gavin and laid down beside him. He wasn't exactly sure if this was something people did to comfort others, but he did it anyway. 

So he laid down next to Gavin. He wouldn't initiate any cuddling just in case, but he made himself available to it.

Gavin sighed and frowned lightly in sleep as the warmth disappeared for a while but then felt it again. He relaxed and slowly his head was hidden in Connor and he was lightly wrapped around the android.

He slept peacefully and didn't seem scared anymore. He just slept not thinking about anything else around him. It was the first time he was that relaxed around /anyone/.

He hummed softly in his sleep and tried to cuddle even closer. He didn't feel someone's warmth since last time Hank calmed him from a panic attack which was so long ago that it should be forgotten. 

When Gavin got closer he pulled his arms around him. He also slowly started to use himself as a heater. Not too hot, but it would keep Gavin at a very comfortable temperature. 

He continued to play with Gavin's hair as he slept, closing his own eyes. He wouldn't go into stasis, not now. 

He needed to stay awake just in case he got any messages or something bad did happen. 

An hour later he still is cuddled close to Gavin when he gets a message from Hank letting him know that the repairman is here. 

Not a minute later the elevator jolts, but still doesn't move up or down. The lights flicker but hold steady. He pulls Gavin instinctually closer. 

Gavin was sleeping peacefully and relaxed more as he felt the warmth of the other body or as he thought his heating blanket he has on his bed in his room. Well, not this time, Gavin.

He was surely a little spoon when it came to cuddling and just tried to get as close as he could to the thing or in this case a person he was cuddling with. He still had a small smile on his face.

He seemed calm and relaxed but as he elevator jerked he jumped and woke up. He frowned and jumped away as he recognized the jacket that was in front of his eyes. "What the hell tin-can!?" He shouted as he moved away.

He looked around and froze remembering where he was. It really wasn't good. Was he going to freak out again? 

Connor jumped and felt himself frown when Gavin yelled at him. It wasn't like this wasn't one of the highest possible outcomes. It still hurt, though. 

He sat up and kept his body language open. "Gavin. It's ok. You had a panic attack then fell asleep. You...I." He didn't really know how to describe the rest. 

He rubbed at his face, LED turning yellow as he thought. It was mostly his idea, but Gavin seemed to like cuddling. He liked the cuddling. 

But Gavin had been asleep, and sleeping humans couldn't make decisions. So this was his fault. 

"I'm sorry. You seemed to have responded well to being comforted in such a way, but I should not have assumed. I should have waited until you were awake and back to a normal frame of mind. I apologize, Detective Reed." 

He really wanted to go back to cuddling. Gavin was warm and soft. He liked holding him in his arms as he slept. Would he feel even more rested after stasis if he did that while he slept? He doubted he'd ever be able to find out. 

Gavin frowned and somewhat stared at the other, but his eyes held something in themselves. The question was what was it? He shook his head and looked away.

He had a panic attack... Well, it was possible because he woke up and he always fell asleep after panic attacks. But did he really cuddle to Connor? He knew he would cuddle to something warm. Were androids warm?

He sighed and looked around. "How long until the elevator will move again?" He asked in a more calmer manner. He tried to sound angry and a bit mean but... well he had to admit that he had felt something, a little, tiny, bit to the android.

He wished the elevator will move soon, he didn't want to freak out again and say something stupid. He didn't want to get do anything like that in front of Connor. What if he would say that he likes him? 

Connor sent a quick message to Hank asking and got a reply. He felt himself nod even though only Gavin could see him.

"We have at least thirty minutes. It could be longer, though…" he trailed off. He wanted to say more. He wanted to ask something but wasn't sure. 

Ever since deviating his probabilities was slightly off due to his emotions. If he thought something wasn't going to work then the probability would go down with it, regardless of if that was actually true. 

He sat with his legs crossed, back against the wall. He kept his gaze away from Gavin, but there wasn't much else to look at. 

Then he remembered his coin and pulled it out with a smile. Hank had taken it away a few times, but he always got it back. Most of the time he did so without Hank knowing. 

He started doing his coin trick as he thought. They had at least thirty minutes. The probability of Gavin possibly having another panic attack was high. Gavin liked physical contact and sought it out in his sleep. 

"Would… if it gets too much again, do I have permission to hold you?" That sounded better than straight-up asking to cuddle. 

Gavin was pacing around the whole elevator and tried to stay calm. It's funny how fast his emotions are kicking in after just being after a panic attack.

He swallowed and just nodded at the information, biting his bottom lip. How was he supposed to stay calm as he already was beginning to feel the air falling down.

He took a deeper breath in an attempt to calm down himself already. He had his arms crossed as he looked at the floor while pacing around. He from time to time flinched lightly at the light flicking.

He froze at the question and somewhat even stopped breathing. If he says no then Connor won't calm him down anymore AND will get more unfriendly to him, BUT if he will say yes then it will get strange and he will say that he likes him. He swallowed and nodded lightly as the elevator jerked again and he just gasped, getting thrown into a wall. 

Connor had a brief moment of happiness until Gavin hit the wall. He got up in a smooth, quick motion and walked the few steps to Gavin. He pockets the coin as he does. His jacket is still on the ground, but currently, he doesn't pay it any mind.

He gently pulled him away from the wall so he could check his head for injuries. He could do this with just his scanners, but he gently brushed the back of Gavin's head. 

Nothing bad. He'd probably have a headache, but he had no doubt that Gavin could manage that. 

"Are you alright? You should sit while they are working on it. That will decrease your chances of getting hurt like you just did." He stayed, tilting his head just slightly. 

He looks at Gavin and feels his breath hitch just slightly at the closeness. He takes a small step back and hesitates before running his hand down Gavin's hair again before pulling away. 

Gavin was about to just pull away from the wall by himself but Connor already helped. God, he was fast. He tried to don't lean into the touch and nodded lightly.

He sighed and slowly slid down the wall, sitting down. He was shaking slightly and his breath was a little bit wheezily. He was getting closer to another panic attack.

He felt his head hurting and just ignored it as he stared at the floor. He really was doing his best to stay right-minded for as long he could.

He could feel the air just slowly beginning to disappear again and the walls were beginning to swim around a little bit. He swallowed hard and tried to stay calm. Why had it to be Connor? Why not someone else?

Connor wasn't exactly sure where to sit. Would it be acceptable to sit beside Gavin? Or should he sit on the opposite wall, giving the other space? 

That question was answered for him when he noticed the signs of another panic attack. He slid down the wall. Gavin was still coherent so he decided to try distraction first. 

He pulled out his coin and fiddles with it, starting his truck again. "I've noticed cat hair on you. Do you have cats?" 

He sits close enough that their shoulders just barely touch. He'd let Gavin choose to get closer if he wanted to.   

Gavin stayed in one position and didn't react when Connor sat down. He was taking deeper breaths and listened to Connor. "Yeah... I have two cats..." 

He didn't like talking about their names. It seemed strange to name a cat Cameron and Pearl. He just liked the names plus they fitted perfectly.

He curled up a little, wrapping his own jacket a bit more around himself. He sighed and looked down. "One Meine Coon a-and an American Curl." He said and swallowed again.

He looked at the ground as he felt a bit dizzier from what he could see the walls doing. Yeah... This panic attack might be a bit stronger and he knew it already. 

Connor nodded his head. "I like dogs. I've only met a few cats, but they are very interesting. They actually remind me of you." He points out, bumping their shoulders together. 

He doesn't have to look up what those certain types of cats look like, but he does anyway, cooing at them. 

He adores animals of all types, including android ones. He had gotten Hank to take him to the aquarium when they had spare time. 

"Do you want to tell me about them?" This was honestly the most civil conversation they've ever had, and if Gavin wasn't starting to have another panic attack, he would enjoy it. 

It didn't seem the distraction method wasn't working too well. He wanted to pull Gavin close to him, run his hand through his hair again, but held off. 

Gavin swallowed and just stared forward. He wasn't really doing well now. He could feel his lungs somewhat lacking on air and the walls were beginning to move.

He froze a little at the question and nodded lightly. "I... They are..." he tried to choke out but just couldn't get in any air. He gasped lightly, trying to get the air in.

"Th-They... are troublemakers... The curl a-always eats p-plants I get-" he choked out as he took a bit deeper but forced breath. "The me-meine coon al-always cheers me up-" he didn't know what he would do without his cats. They were like something closer to parent like relation.

He was shaking a bit harder but still stayed quite calm. "Th-They c-can be bitches, b-but they are th-the greatest cats I-I could have-" 

Connor nodded and put his coin away. He hoped Gavin would focus on it, maybe even want to learn how. Another distraction method that didn't work. 

He couldn't help but frown at himself. The only thing that seemed to work was physical contact. Gavin did give him permission, but he was... anxious. 

He felt slightly guilty for liking it. He liked holding Gavin. He had to push the guilt aside. 

He scooted over and very slowly put his arm around Gavin. It was slow enough that Gavin would be able to move away if he wanted to. 

"They sound wonderful. I've got a dog, Sumo. He's very sweet and very large." He once again sent a message for them to hurry. 

Thankfully it seemed like an easy fix. "I was just informed that we have about fifteen minutes left. Take deep breaths, you can do this. I'm proud of you." He said, giving Gavin a small squeeze.

Gavin took a deeper breath and nodded. "Th-They are." He said and tried to calm down. He never really opened up to someone so much... other than Hank...

He nodded lightly and rubbed his face. "I know Sumo..." he said and froze a little. That was a bit of a mistake. He just told Connor that he and Hank had to do something that he knew Sumo.

He froze at the contact but relaxed when he felt only an arm for now. He looked down and sighed. He wrapped his arms around himself and tried to stop shaking.

He nodded lightly at the information. "Okay..." he said but didn't say anything more at the other comment. He tried to take deep breaths but... it just was hard. 

Connor hummed. He knew that Gavin and Hank didn't get along, but Hank would never tell him why. Something must have happened that neither wanted to talk about. 

He wouldn't press it then. If either of them wanted to tell him about it, they would. For now, he just needed to focus on calming Gavin down. 

So he took very purposeful extra deep breaths. "Breathe with me." If he got him to he had a good chance of stopping the panic attack before it became even worse. 

He absentmindedly rubbed circles onto Gavin's arm where his hand rested. 

Gavin flinched lightly at the hum but stayed in one place. He took deeper breaths with Connor which slowly began helping. His shaking began to fade away slowly but then he elevator jerked again and he gasped in fear.

Everything came on on him. He curled up and tried to calm down, still trying to breathe with Connor but not being able to after what just happened. His ears were ringing from the panic attack.

He tried to calm down again but it just got worse with every second. He could feel walls getting closer and slowly beginning to touch him. 

He curled up more and began breathing gasping and fast. He needed air. He needed to calm down. It all was just too much. He couldn't be here any longer. It was messing him up. 

Connor glared at the walls. If it would help Gavin he'd gladly punch them, but that wouldn't do anything. 

He sent a quick, angry text to Hank about the elevator jerking around before fully focusing on Gavin once again. 

He pulled Gavin closer, his head on Connor's chest. "It's ok. They are almost done. Then we can leave. You're safe." He whispered. 

He gently took Gavin's face so he was looking at him. "I promise you you are safe with me." His tone held no room to argue. Gavin would always be safe when around him. 

Gavin was trying to curl up as much as he could around himself, trying to get the walls as much away as he could. He gripped his pants tightly and closed his eyes.

He gasped when he was pulled closer and tried to breathe with the android. He was in shock when their eyes met and he just looked in the other's eyes with panic in his own.

His pupils were small and he was slowly beginning to grip onto Connor's shirt. He couldn't even bring himself to try and talk. He still tried to follow Connor's breath, but his eyes didn't leave Connor's.

It would be a better scene if one of them wasn't just going through a panic attack and wasn't a huge mess that didn't sleep for 10 days nor eat for 7 hours. 

"It'll be alright." He mumbled and pulled Gavin close again, rubbing his back. He really hoped that after this they'd at least talk with each other. 

He knew it would probably be awkward but he didn't mind. He could appreciate even the negative emotions. Before he couldn't even acknowledge them, let alone be allowed to feel. 

Now he could. Now he could feel fear whenever he was being shot at, or anger at people who hated him for something he couldn't control. 

That also meant he could feel the positive emotions. The feeling of family when he sat with Hank and Sumo. The feeling of pride when he finished a job without any more casualties. 

He also felt attraction. That one was certainly an interesting emotion. He had been attracted to many different people, but most of the time it was fleeting. He had even talked to Hank about it and found a label he liked. 

He shook himself out of his thoughts and took his tie off. He then took one of Gavin's hands and put it over his shirt where his heart should have been if he was human. 

He hoped that the contact would help Gavin be able to take deep breaths. The probability of it working was high, but once again he still wasn't sure. 

Gavin looked in Connor's eyes and swallowed lightly as he was pulled closer and his head was against android's neck. He began breathing in and out with Connor. 

He didn't seem to react at Connor moving his hand and froze a little as he felt Connor's heartbeat. Slowly he closed his eyes and took deeper breaths. 

It took a bit of time, about 3 more minutes but Gavin's breath began calming down. He began relaxing and he stopped shaking so much. 

He was feeling safe... A feeling he didn't feel in a long time. He thought he never will feel it again. He leaned a bit closer and put his head between androids shoulder and neck. He never felt anything like that. No one... ever calmed him in such a human way... did he really...?

The elevator jerked again but Gavin didn't seem to even feel it. He seemed out of it but still was awake... He was still following Connor's breath... He just... focused on Connor's heartbeat… 

He smiled when Gavin didn't jump at the jerk. This was definitely progress. He mumbled a few words, not even paying attention to what he was saying. It didn't seem to matter much anyway. 

He sat there carding his hand through Gavin's hair as they waited. He also kept his hand on top of Gavin's where it rested on his chest. Normally if someone put their hand that close to his thirium pump it would either be to rip it out or he was getting unwanted testing and upgrades. Both he very much disliked. 

This was different, though. He trusted Gavin to not mess with his thirium pump, and if he did either one of them could just put it back in. Plus it wasn't like Gavin was going to run off with it, not with the panic attack and being stuck in an elevator. 

Speaking of, he smiled when he saw the new message pop up. "Gavin? Hey, the elevator is going to start moving. They are bringing it down to floor level." He didn't need to mention that after they left they'd still work on it. Connor and made it quite clear that the repairman's primary objective was getting them out.

Gavin relaxed a little bit and froze when Connor spoke up. He didn't realize how close to each other they were. He swallowed and pulled away. He wished it could last longer but what if someone would see them?

He wiped his eyes and turned away from Connor like nothing happened. He went back to his cold-like self. Not caring at all. "If you dare to say anything to ANYONE about it, I'm gonna kill you." He said and slowly stood up.

He corrected his hair again and just leaned against the wall of the elevator. "Understood?" He asked with a bit of anger in his voice. He couldn't believe he was doing it to someone who helped him just a few moments ago.

He wished he could be kind to Connor. He might... really feel something to the android but... His position and reputation didn't allow him to. 

Connor sighed and stood up, grabbing his tie and jacket. He put the jacket on, and slowly started to tie his tie. 

"I won't, but you don't have to be ashamed. Up to 10% of the population is affected by claustrophobia, and at least 18% suffer from panic attacks." He kept as far away from Gavin as the small elevator allowed. 

He didn't want to cause Gavin any more stress than he already had. He wanted to pull him into another hug but instead pulled out his coin. 

He wouldn't take any of it back. He'd still have comforted Gavin even if it ended in him getting punched.

Gavin looked forward and just stayed silent for some time. He gritted his teeth and clenched his fists lightly. "I am not claustrophobic!" He snapped as he looked at Connor angrily.

He had to keep his pride up, right? He couldn't let it be ruined by android. He wished he could just be in peace with androids but all thanks to the whole DPD, he was famous 'android hater'. 

"You better forget what happened here!" He shouted and turned away again. He sighed and relaxed a little as he thought of the elevator being moved again.

He had enough of this place and just wanted to get out of here. One say that he was so mean to Connor because of the situation and his android hatred, but he was just scared of Connor telling everyone about his fears.   

His LED circled yellow before going back to blue. "There is nothing wrong with having a phobia. I'm afraid of heights," he offers up. He had gotten to the point where he could manage it, but he still had that fear. 

"I can't forget anything, but you don't have to worry about anything from me. I don't see you as any less." Part of him understood why Gavin was doing this. 

He didn't fully understand. Why stay as people see as an ass when you could be seen as your true self. Your better self. It didn't make sense to him. 

"If you do ever need someone you can come to me. I don't care if it ends with you yelling at me, or punching me, I just want to help." He took a hesitant step forward. 

Gavin looked forward and gritted his teeth but stayed silent. He sighed and looked at Connor with a frown. "Why do you care?" He asked as he scanned the other.

He didn't understand why the android would care enough to try and calm him down even if he could get punched. He didn't know how androids worked and didn't know, because he would probably get taught by his older brother.

"You are free now and you don't need to get your fucking ass kicked." He said and flinched as the elevator began moving. At least it will be over. 

He turned around and went silent again. He didn't care if there was something more to say about it or not. 

He stepped closer and cautiously reached a hand out to turn Gavin around. "I am free. I'm free and I did everything in my own free will." He said, his voice soft. 

"I care because I, for some reason, care about you. I don't know why, but I do. I don't want to see you hurt, or stressed, or scared." He sighed, looking down at the ground. 

His emotions were so often confusing and his feelings towards Gavin were no exception. He didn't know exactly what he felt but it was mostly positive. 

He knew what he wanted to do, but he couldn't. He wanted to hold him, watch movies that he wasn't seen with him. He wanted to experience life, and he wanted to see how Gavin reacted to it too. 

Gavin froze at the hand and being turned around. He had a deep frown on his face as he looked up at Connor. Shit. Why was the android so close?

He was silent for a moment, looking for something to say. He was speechless. What did Connor mean by that? "Go with this think to Hank." He said as he wrenched his arm out of the android's hand /lightly/.

He turned back away from the android and just leaned against the wall again. He wished the elevator will move faster. He would finally go home and sleep.

"He's from the emotional stuff." He added and went silent completely. He knew Hank, the guy knew a lot. It was a pity that he hurt when he was upset. 

Connor frowned and stepped back. "You both have the same amount of emotional constipation," Connor muttered under his breath. 

He didn't know what to say to convince Gavin. He didn't know what to do and it drove him crazy. 

Before when he was just a machine it was easy. Well, not exactly. But he was given clear choices. Either do this or this. Say one of these things. Now he had nothing, just what he thought. 

He watched as the number went down. The door would be open any second now. Fuck it, was his main thought. 

He walked back closer and pressed a very quick kiss to Gavin's cheek before moving away. The door opened as he moved back and he practically running out of the elevator door. 

Hank was waiting and Connor jogged over to him, Hank patting him on the shoulder. He didn't want to look back to see what Gavin's reaction would be. 

"You alright, son?" Hank asked. Connor nodded and then couldn't help it, turning to look back. 

Gavin looked at the floor as he rolled his eyes at Connor's comment. "I'm nothing like Hank." He muttered as he looked at the time. He sighed when they were supposed to finally get out.

What he didn't expect at all was the kiss. He froze and looked forward, progressing what just happened. He looked as Connor jogged away and rubbed his face as he shook his head.

The android was surely playing with him. He was just an asshole to him he wouldn't kiss him. He just walked out of the elevator, looking away from Connor when he saw the android looking at him, he had a light blush on his cheeks.

He headed to his car. He was tired and the last thing he needed was to pass out from exhaustion. He didn't cate about eating now. He was too tired. That was over for him. 

"Yeah," he sighed, turning back to Hank. "I'm fine. I'll head to the station, I don't think I can go into stasis tonight." 

He could also work on the case and get it finished up. Hank sighed and shook his head. "Alright. I'm going home." 

Connor nodded and called himself a cab. He watched as Hank left and then had to wait for the cab. It didn't take long since no one else really needed cabs at this time.  

It did give him time to think, which was a blessing and a curse. He got to think about Gavin's reactions. He seemed shocked but other than that he couldn't tell what else he seemed to be feeling. 

When he got to the office he focused on the case. He learned a lot about the dead android. She was one of the few that had been with Jericho and lived through the raids. 

Once everyone was back and awake then he'd go out and question her friends and family. In the meantime he messaged Markus. 

Mostly if he knew anything about the android, her name was Emma, but then just to catch up. It was nice talking to him, and he could talk about his confusing feelings without judgment. 

Markus gave him a few pointers and Connor then did do more research. He decided he'd try to show Gavin that he cared about him instead of saying it. Actions often spoke louder than words as humans said. 

Gavin was back at work with kind of new energy and a lot more coffee. He sat in front of his monitor and typed in everything he could.

He was even sent to some crime scene but nothing interesting happened. It was going to be just a normal, boring day. He was prepared for this. And it was like that. Nothing happened.

This time he went home on the same day he came to work which was very rare for him. He was still kinda tired after the two huge panic attacks he had yesterday. 

The next day though. Gavin didn't appear at the station. He always was at the time and even sometimes a lot earlier. It was concerning… 

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NSFW Alphabet : Kylo Ren Edition

– This is the Kylo Ren Edition of my NSFW Alphabet series! If you have any suggestions for who you’d like me to make one for next feel free to send me an ask, and if you’d like to be added to the tag list for Emma Roberts’ characters, let me know! If you’re unaware of the concept, NSFW alphabet is an unpacking of a person/character’s sex life, and it’s a small paragraph for each letter describing your personal head canons about them. Please like, reblog, and share if you enjoy it.

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A - Aftercare

Kylo is as affectionate as he is aggressive, when it comes to you. Aftercare is a simple thing for the two of you, most of the time. He knows that you like to shower with him before bed and fall asleep wrapped up in his bare arms, with your face buried in his neck. He’s especially careful with you after a particularly rough night together, making sure to caress every inch of your skin with a feather light touch while he takes care to wash you in the shower, brushing his fingers gently through your hair and over your skin in small, rhythmic motions while you fall asleep on top of him, taking solace in the sound of your small puffs of breath against him.

B - Body Part

Kylo loves your hands. They’re tiny and fragile compared to his rough, calloused ones and he loves to hold them, stroke them, kiss them, etc. He particularly loves how they look when you’re asleep with one arm resting across his abdomen and your arm slightly bent so one hand rests curled against him, so small and delicate against his broad, muscular chest. He also thinks it’s kind of adorable when you’re stroking his cock and you can barely touch your thumb to your other fingers around him.

C - C*m

Kylo likes to release onto your tummy, watching you writhe underneath him and squirm at the warm liquid coating your skin. He never leaves you like that long, though, as he always wants you to be comfortable and doesn’t find joy in that kind of degradation for very long at a time.

D - Dirty Secret

Kylo is big into the predator/prey dynamic in the bedroom and he wants to introduce it to you in a way that doesn’t necessarily devolve into your regular sub/dom routine. He’s not into animal play but he does like the idea of resistance (ironically enough) and sort of earning his way to you.

E - Experience

Kylo isn’t super experienced, but he’s naturally intuitive when it comes to your body and his and how they fit together. He’s been with a few other people, and had the chance to explore a lot of his interests with them, but he’s been more open to the intimacy involved with a sexual relationship now that he’s with you.

F - Favorite Position

Kylo loves any position where one of you is in complete control. It depends on the mood of the night, whether you’re submissive or dominant, but if one of you is clearly in charge of the evening, he likes to keep that person physically in control because it adds to the immersion of the dynamic. He’s more often than not the dominant in your relationship, but when you want to take control he really embraces it and tries to support you by keeping you physically dominant over him, even if he needs to hold you up.

G - Goofy

Giggles happen between you and Kylo, but rarely. Things are fairly smooth when you’re having sex, so there’s not a lot of awkward situations that prompt one or both of you to react with humor.

H - Hair

Both of you take it upon yourselves to stay well groomed and fresh, because both of you kind of have a thing about hygiene. Maybe you didn’t before you two got together, but Kylo’s incessant neatness and order kind of seeped into your routine and now it’s a priority. You mainly do it because he likes it, and he mainly does it for his own comfort. Those pants are tight.

I - Intimacy

Kylo’s intimacy with you didn’t come naturally. He was cold and unavailable at first, but opened up at his own pace and eventually the warmth was welcomed by him. The same evolution occurred parallel with your sex life. Things at one point were routinely rough, cold, and to the point, but now he takes his time, praises you, and holds you close afterward. He makes sure that not only are you sexually satisfied, but you’re fed, clean, happy, and entertained. It took a long time to develop but it happened.

J - Jack Off

Kylo has a lot of pent up emotion and anger, and he usually channels it into his work or into just.. destroying things. He’s found over time, however, that the stress relief he feels when he gets himself off is far more effective, both in effectiveness and cost of replacing equipment. It’s not necessarily something he looks forward to because of the orgasm, but because he knows it will release the tension in his muscles and his mind and just give him some reprieve from his constant stream of thoughts and responsibilities.

K - Kink

He’s always been a little partial to roughness in the bedroom, but Kylo particularly loves restraining you, whether partially or completely, and then being torturously slow and gentle to the point where you’re begging him and whining and writhing for him to do anything. He also loves when you give him a little shit, like “Kylo, I’m busy, we can do this later” when he knows you’re absolutely on your own time and that you want him just as much as he wants you.

L - Location

Kylo will fuck you pretty much anywhere on Starkiller Base, including before the eyes of his subordinates. However, it completely depends on your comfort. He’s happy to get his hands on you, even if it’s confined within walls of your shared bedroom. He knows you like your privacy and intimacy, and he respects that. If you’re in the mood to get a little risky, though, he’s always right there with you.

M - Motivation

Kylo is almost always either annoyed, angry, or sad, and those are by far the easiest to convert into sexual energy. You’re an expert at this maneuver, and you’re usually the one who instigates sex because you are so good at flipping that switch. If he’s depressed, you’re gentle around him, loving, and that makes him want to give you pleasure because you’re just so goddamn precious to him and you make his life worth living. If he’s annoyed, you’re the first one to escalate it to the point where he’s full on snippy and you turn it into the kind of cat-and-mouse game you two enjoy so much. If he’s seething, murderous, etc., you tend to either ask him to take it out on you, you know, rough you up a little, throw you around, be a bit rougher than usual, or you calm him down and take control, straddling his lap and getting in a quick, tiring round that makes the tension flood from his body.

N - No

Kylo doesn’t have a lot of hard limits to your sexual endeavors, but he refuses to degrade you. He has so much respect for you that he can’t imagine even pretending that you’re below him. He truly believes that you’re a goddess that was given to him to love, and he doesn’t like the idea of that kind of dynamic being introduced. He’ll do subtle degradation, though, especially in more sub/dom situations, like mocking your desperation for him.

O - Oral

Kylo has a huge thing for having his hair tugged at, and there’s no better position for that than being buried between your soft, smooth legs. He loves to hear your unrestrained cries and screams and desperate panting. It’s the act that makes him feel he’s most in control, and he always likes to make sure you have at least two orgasms in a night, so this usually triggers the first one.

P - Pace

It really depends on the mood. Kylo has a tendency to be somewhat gentle with you, no matter the tone of your night, even if he’s throwing you around like a doll, he’s always careful to make sure you’re still comfortable. Kylo generally takes his time, unless he’s unable to, like if you two are sneaking in a quickie between two other events. If he’s going really rough on you, he still likes to drag it out, and if he’s worshipping you, he really, really savors it.

Q - Quickie

Not huge in your relationship, surprisingly enough. He’s the master of the castle, so there’s nothing he can’t push off in favor of spending time with you, so you two typically get to take your time. However, on really busy days where you both can’t spare two seconds, a quickie isn’t unheard of.

R - Risk

Since Kylo’s in charge of the First Order, there’s really no risk in you two bringing your sex life outside the bedroom, however, it’s fun to pretend there is because you don’t actually have to worry. Sometimes you just really need him and you two have a slow, sloppy make out session while he’s sitting on his throne and being addressed by different subordinates periodically. Sometimes it… escalates.

S - Stamina

Kylo has steadily built up his stamina over time and he can usually go once or twice in a night, but he also loves to drag out a night with you. Literally fuck you all. night. long. So, he has a lot of time to recover between the times when he’s inside you.

T - Toys

Not a huge thing on Starkiller Base, but he does use the force on you frequently and his lightsaber has seen some interesting places.

U - Unfair

Kylo doesn’t tease you very much, or at least not on purpose. He knows you find his uniform very sexy and that you love watching him work and boss around people like Hux, but your neediness in relation to these things is somewhat out of his control. He does make sure to take advantage of it, though.

V - Volume

Kylo mostly expresses his pleasure in low growls or groans, being especially loud when you go down on him. He likes to let you know you’re making him feel good, so he’s not shy with his noises of praise. Though, he loves to hear the whimpers and moans falling from your lips more than anything, so he restrains his own voice most of the time so he doesn’t drown them out.

W - Wildcard

Kylo loves when you help him train, especially because you two usually end up on the mat in a more… intimate position than most combat partners do. Oh, and he loves fucking you when you’re wearing his shirts.

X - X - Ray

Kylo is well-endowed. No doubt. His size took a while for you to adjust to, and it was a few times with him before you could actually take all of him at once, so needless to say, he’s impressive. Pretty looking, too.

Y - Yearning

It’s very, very uncommon for Kylo to reject your advances, and it’s rare that a night ends without one or both of you having an orgasm. Sex is just an organic part of your routine that neither of you really grow tired of, so yeah you’re both pretty horny for each other all the time.

Z - Zzzzz…

`Kylo falls asleep almost immediately after sex, especially on a rougher night. He always pulls you close and makes sure you’re clean and comfortable, first, and usually you shower together before passing out in bed in the warmth of each other’s embrace.

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Arc One: Chapter Seven

Littlepaw’s tail was limp as she trailed after her mother back to Hillock. By now, the fawn calico was exhausted from an evening of doing her best to make polite conversation with other seer apprentices.

    She tried to cheer herself up by reminding herself that at least she got to see the Margays, and briefly, that worked. However, then Littlepaw remembered how her discussion with one of the actresses was soured and cut short by Morningsky. Her ears laid flat against her skull in embarrassment as she thought back to it. Why did her mother have to make Littlepaw accompany her throughout the coterie gathering? Plenty of other apprentices were off doing their own thing, she remembered.

    “That was a reasonably successful evening, Littlepaw.”

    The seer apprentices’s thoughts were interrupted by her mother’s voice. She briefly considered arguing, finally putting her foot down this time, but then Littlepaw remembered how dismissive Morningsky had been the few other times she’d tried. What would be the point?

    “It was, Mother.” She put no effort into making her automatic response sound even vaguely cheerful. Morningsky didn’t seem to notice. Didn’t notice or didn’t care? Sometimes Littlepaw had to wonder.

    Morningsky continued on. “It’s a shame that I couldn’t find that healer for the leaders again, though.” Her fur fluffed up a bit in indignation. “You would think a cat of his status would remember to finish a conversation and try to find us after that performance!”

    There was another wave of embarrassment as Littlepaw was reminded of the conversation with Greyleaf. She was perceptive enough to notice his discomfort, back then. If her tail could droop lower than it did now, it would. “Maybe he couldn’t find us, either,” Littlepaw offered weakly.

“I suppose,” Morningsky huffed, sounding unconvinced. “Though you would think if he was looking as well, one of us would have found the other.”

Littlepaw didn’t bother responding. Mercifully, Morningsky didn’t have more to say, either, and the rest of the journey home was quiet and uneventful.

When she arrived back at camp, Littlepaw headed to her usual resting spot, hoping to sleep away her bad mood, even though part of her knew this would bother her for longer than just the remainder of the night. It did take some time, but eventually, the seer apprentice was able to drift off.

However, Littlepaw’s sleep wasn’t dreamless. She was greeted by an idealistic landscape: bright, healthy grass of the perfect length, flowers dotting the landscape, and a beautiful sunrise in the distance. A small yellow butterfly carelessly fluttered near the seer apprentice’s feet, as if having no concern for the threat a cat may pose. 

Despite the scenery, Littlepaw felt tense when she saw it. Would she have to deal with more seer stuff? She already had enough after that coterie gathering! Couldn’t she just have a normal rest tonight, like a normal-

“Relax, Littlepaw. Your mind wandered here of its own accord.” Littlepaw looked over to see a familiar figure nearby. There stood a pale golden tabby, with the lankiness and plumed tail that many Hillock cats had. However, signature to a member of Starclan, her pelt was ever-so-slightly translucent and speckled with stars. More strikingly, her eyes looked as though the night sky was contained within them. 

“Right. Because I’m more prone to dreaming and stuff,” Littlepaw mumbled somewhat defeatedly as she sat down in the grass. “Anything you want to talk about, Meliclight, since I’m here?”

Meliclight looked at her with a gentle gaze. Almost motherly, in the good-kind-of-mom way. “I think you have things you want to talk about more than I do.” Delicately, she sat down next to the seer apprentice.

Hesitantly, Littlepaw nodded. She silently watched the scenery for a bit longer before speaking up again. “I’m just… tired of my mother. More than usual, after today. Even at the coterie gathering, she just focused on getting me in a more prestigious position, because she wants me in one. She never asked what I want, even though the gathering was supposed to be a day of fun.” 

Littlepaw’s fur began to bristle and her voice rose with anger without her really noticing. “She soured the thing I did want! Acted with a bunch of contempt around an actress of the Margays and pulled me away.” With rare sarcasm, she added,”On the bright side, I got to hear her say nice things about me when she was embarrassingly talking me up to other cats. Mother never really compliments me when we’re alone. It’s always ‘Make sure to keep at your seer training’ and stuff like that. Nothing I do is enough! Sometimes I just… sometimes I just want to run away, outside of Clan territory, and escape it all!”

Meliclight listened as Littlepaw vented her frustrations. She was quiet for a bit, seeming to be thinking on what to say, before responding. “You don’t need to do something like that to escape, Littlepaw. If you quit being a seer apprentice, you won’t have to keep doing it. You can just be a regular apprentice that has more dreams than most. But you need to make the choice to quit, or Starclan will still visit you regularly like any other seer apprentice.” 

With some concern in her voice, she continued,”Besides, Starclan cannot protect you if you’re outside of the Clan. I cannot advise leaving the territory, especially when you have not been trained to hunt or fight.”

Littlepaw hummed in agreement. “Yeah… you’re right. That’d be rash.” There was a pause as she considered Meliclight’s words more. “I don’t get why I’ve always had more dreams than most cats in the first place though. Between that and Mother’s insistence, it feels kinda like I’m supposed to train to be a seer, even if I don’t want to.”

Meliclight shook her head. “Even Starclan does not know why some cats are more prone to dreams than others, Littlepaw. You were not given this talent by anyone with the expectation that you use it. It’s like how someone can simply have the talent for hunting, even if their heart lies elsewhere.”

There was another silence as Littlepaw thought it over. “Alright. I don’t know if I can handle staying in Hillock, though, if I choose to be a warrior apprentice. Mother will be a pain about it, for sure. It’s a shame because most of Hillock’s fine, but…” Littlepaw trailed off for a bit. “I think I’ll have to go somewhere else within the territory.”

Meliclight nodded in understanding. “If you think that would be best, then it’s a reasonable decision.”

“Thanks for the talk, Meliclight.” She looked up to the taller cat with an appreciative gaze. “Especially since you didn’t plan for it, and all.”

“It was not a problem at all, Littlepaw.” Meliclight assured her. “Good luck.”

With that, Littlepaw woke up to the gentle sound of rainfall. It was the perfect weather for running away. She was not an expert on tracking, but she knew enough to be aware that the rain would hide her scent, to some extent. Maybe the group would be fine with her leaving, but Littlepaw didn’t want to take any chances. 

Looking around, she saw that she was the only cat up. It was hard to say because of the clouds, but if she had to make a guess, she’d say that it was a bit before dawn. Littlepaw didn’t know if her being awake at the right time with the right weather was Starclan’s doing, but if so, she thanked them in her thoughts.

Quietly, Littlepaw made her leave. She felt like she’d miss her group, but at the same time, she was excited. 

The possibilities went through her head as she went forth. Maybe she could join a group in the Scattered. Maybe she could just wander the territory for a while.

Or maybe she could finally follow that dream of hers. That dream of running away to join the Margays.

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I'm Gonna "For Science" It

“Did you see the art I just posted?” Creativity asked Curiosity, walking into the kitchen in time to see him walking out with a bottle of pop and a sleeve of -some kind?- of candy.

“I will have to look in a moment. I’m doing… things.” Curiosity replied shortly, speed walking towards his room.

“Well that’s not foreboding at all.” Creativity muttered to him- their? self. Louder, “Do- do I even want to know what ‘things’ is?”

Curiosity turned to face him, hand on his doorknob. “I don’t know, do you?”

Creativity jerked slightly for a moment, his right eye turning green as his left developed a red hue. Their voice turned into two separate ones, first one, then the other talking.

The first one, with a smoother tone, spoke first. “I- no.”

This was followed quickly by the second, which carried a slightly unhinged quality with it. “Yes! Let me taste the regret.”

The first one quickly corrected the second. “We couldn’t decide, but I don’t want to know.”

The second reaffirmed their previous statement eagerly. “Give it to me, I want the cursed knowledge!”

Curiosity blinked at this, his hands moving to open the bottle of coke before lifting it to his lips for a sip.

He was a bit unsure about how to proceed. Sure, Creativity had been talking in these two different voices for a while now, but they normally didn’t speak like this, acknowledging that they were two separate voices, two separate minds so casually. They generally tried to deny it was happening at all.

Well, he decided, giving his tie a tug as he continued to make use of his lack of a need for air, if they were going to accept that, at the very least subconsciously, far be it from Curiosity to stand in their way. He continued the conversation, seeking to keep them on this course of acceptance.

“I am going to see what happens if I guzzle a whole bottle of coke and then swallow at least five mentos.” He informed them calmly.

Their eyes widened, the first voice responding more quickly then the second.

“No!”

“Look it up first, maybe?”

After a pause, they continued in one voice. “We feel like it’d just give you bad stomach pain.”

“It is too late,” Curiosity replied, shaking the bottle slightly as he continued towards his room, the other side following him inside. “As I am already halfway through the coke.”

Creativity’s eyes lept towards the bottle at that, one of their hands twitching at their side in an aborted motion, before they were deflating, a sigh of acceptance leaving their lips. They moved over to the desk and sat in the chair there, one leg bouncing while the other swung in a steady movement of back, tap, and forth, tap.

“Welp.” The silkier tone started.

“Have fun suffering!” The crazed voice finished with a brief cackle.

Their eyes remained trained on Curiosity's face as he upended the bottle, chugging another quarter of its contents in one go. He coughed a bit after bringing it back down, choking on his laughter.

“My throat hurts and there are bubbles in my nose,” He began after he had caught his breath. “I must keep going.”

“Pfft, we told you.” Creativity began as one.

“Keep us updated on your-” the second voice began.

“Self-given!” The first interrupted.

“-torture!” The crazed one finished in delight.

Curiosity brought the bottle to his lips one final time, just managing to swallow the rest of it. When he spoke again, his voice had gotten rough and somewhat garbled, as though he’d just chugged a whole bottle of- oh wait. That’s exactly what he did. Gee, who could have foreseen that?

“I’m gona habe no acid reflex aftee thid!” Jeez, Creativity could just barely understand that.

“Why does this make us love you even more?” They muttered under their breath, before continuing loud enough for Curiosity to hear them.

“Pfft.” They began, the red eye seeming to glow slightly brighter than the green for a moment before they smacked their hand to their face, the smoother voice taking its turn on the voicebox. “Oh my stars Curiosity.”

This time the green eye took the spotlight, alongside the more manic of the two voices. “That’s gotta feel and taste really weird.”

Curiosity ignored them both, affectionately rolling his eyes but too far gone into the excitement of his experiment to pay much more mind to formulating a reply. “The coke is gone, mentos time.”

Creativity took this as a chance to fall into a conversation with themself, the two voices directing their comments at each other.

“This’ll go so well.” Red spoke first, prompting a reply from Green.

“You know, we probably should’ve stopped him.” He casually waved their hand through the air as he spoke, as though to emphasize his point.

As they said this, Curiosity swallowed two mentos in rapid succession, hardly chewing any more than necessary before they fell down his esophagus.

“You think either of us has enough impulse control for that?” Red retorted. “Besides, this is entertaining and relatively harmless.”

After Red said this, Curiosity managed to get another two down before his throat began to burn.

Creativity’s head shot towards Curiosity in time for him to clear his throat enough to start brokenly yelling, his voice hoarse and clearly scraped up, making them wince at the sound.

“Dead?” Green hesitantly asked.

“What the shit, what the shit, what the shit!” Was Curiosity’s sole reply.

“I think he’s dead.” Red responded.

“Cool, we get his tech.” Green said, a grin beginning to split their face.

This grin quickly slipped off when Red began to speak. “No! We don’t get his attention, then! Or his company!”

During this exchange, Curiosity rushed to the bathroom connected to his room, quickly filling a cup with water and forcing himself to slowly sip it until it was empty.

“Oh shit you right.” Green realized. “Hey,” he shouted, turning them towards the bathroom, which they had seen him run into a minute prior. “No dying yet, Curiosity! We like you too much. Just suffer.”

They waited another minute before speaking again together. “How much’re you suffering right now?”

Another minute passes. “Uh… Curiosity?”

Another. “You’re starting to worry us…”

Another. Just as they were about to get up and walk in there themselves, Curiosity walks out, holding a tissue to his nose as he sniffles slightly.

“Hh.” He begins, “my poor nose and esophagus.”

Red sighs. “Oh stars you’re ok.”

Green has them give a tight grin. “You had us worried!”

“Also,” they finished, “You knew that was coming.”

Curiosity coughs again and gives them the beginnings of a panicked look. “I sound like a rusty wrench Creativity! What did that do to my throat!?”

“Dumb shit, that’s what.” Green responds immediately.

“It’ll be fine,” Red reassures with a dismissive wave of their hand. “But, you’ll wanna take it easy on your throat for a few days. Eat marshmallows, they were originally made for sore throats.”

“And honey.” He adds after a pause. “That’ll coat your throat and let the scratches in it heal.”

“It’ll act like a bandaid!” Green adds excitedly.

“Ah, a gooey plaster.” Curiosity responds, tissue still pressed up to his nose even as he moves to his kitchen to make some tea. He was not willing to drink anything that sweet straight, thank you very much.

They shrug, standing up to follow him. “Pretty much.”

He frowned as he stretched up, reaching for the tea bags first, and then the honey. “It still hurts like ass. Why didn’t you stop me? Creativityyyyyyyyy.”

They rolled their eyes at him, grabbing the kettle and filling it with water before putting it on the stove, turning it on as they went.

“‘Cause neither of us have the impulse control,” Green replied.

“And we knew it wouldn’t do anything bad to you, ” Red continued.

“Just hurt!” Green added.

“So we decided to sit back and enjoy the show.” Red finished, them moving to lean against the kitchen island, their head held in their hands as a smug smile curled their lips like a cheshire cat’s.

“Ah,” Red began right as Curiosity opened his mouth.

“We’re doing.” Green followed.

“The twin-speak thing.” Red continued.

“This is fun.” They said together.

“Wh-” Curiosity starts, confused, but living up to his function.

“Difficult to speak,” Red starts.

“Though.” Green finishes

“And we did warn you first.” They say in unison, the two voices together sounding like a slightly echoed version of Creativity’s regular one.

Curiosity sighed, moving to pour the tea as the kettle began to shriek. “Fair. This one’s on me.”

“Yeah,” They agreed easily, grabbing the honey and squirting some into their cup. “But it was pretty funny to watch.”

He laughed at that. The two (three?) moved to his couch and sat down with their cups of tea. They spent the rest of the afternoon chatting, which would lead to Curiosity losing his voice for a few days, but he thought it was worth it to see Creativity smile.