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jjkeverlast · 1 year

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bloodline | jjk #2

-> pairing fuckboy!jk x fuckgirl!f.reader

-> genres/aus slow burn, friends with benefits au, smut, humor, angst and college au

-> summary a relationship was the last thing you wanted, but having wild and experimenting sex? now that was something, and jeon jungkook is there to give you simply that. as long as either catch feelings... but that won't be hard for you knowing you'd never go for a guy like jungkook, although jungkook might have another opinion about you. let the (fun) begin!

-> warnings secret piercings 👀, needy!jk, slightly sub!jk, oral (m. receiving), mentions about anal play such as rimjobs and a bit of angst in the end? (kinda but not really lol)

-> word count 2.3k

-> author's note hiiii!!!! here it is, ugh okay, i have A LOT planned for these two so do not worry if there's still a lot to unpack. we're slowly getting there with time ;)) if there's anything i forgot to add in warnings, please let me know!!! and sorry if there's a few mistakes around... it's currently 3 AM and i need to sleep lol.

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''Are you fucking kidding me?'' You whisper yell to Jeon Jungkook, standing in your doorway at way past midnight. He's trying to get on your bad side at this instant and it's working, you're absolutely furious over his surprise.

''Missed me?'' He'ssmirking and that's when you notice the shiny lip ring hanging in the corner of his lip.

Jungkook must've noticed your gaze directed to his lips rather than his eyes. ''Oh, yeah, shit. Um– got it a few days ago with Jimin.’’ He’s mumbling all sorts of nonsense, because your eyes haven’t moved from the shiny silver piercing and Jungkook can feel himself grow rather timid under your stare.

You push away the thought of Jungkook’s lip piercing and the curiosity regarding if you’d be able to feel it when he goes down on you. You’re still angry. Even though his eyes keep themselves fixated onto you, a devilish smirk about to appear in the corner of his lips, you’re angry, very fucking angry.

‘’What the fuck are you doing here?’’

‘’You owe me a blowjob, remember?’’ Right. Of course he has to bring you back to last week, when you promised to suck him off when he sobers up. Jungkook was actually the one who changed the plans, not you. With his endless grinding and teasing, edging you in your own bed. Then he, like any other fuckboy, had to give you once again a taste as to why he’ll be one of the best in bed for you. If you had to be completely honest with yourself, you had trouble concentrating in class — your mind redirecting back to you riding Jungkook’s face like there’s no tomorrow.

Looking back to the unholy events, you feel yourself heat up by the thought and it’s not helping when some of it is caused by the fuckboy in front of you.

‘’Come on pretty girl.’’ He pulls you by the waist, his forehead leaning against yours and right when he’s about to linger his lips over yours, a noise erupts by the kitchen. Shit. Cho-Hee is awake.

Out of instinct, you pull your hand quickly over Jungkook’s mouth, scared he’ll say something else and catch the both of you. It’s not that Cho-Hee will get pissed if she sees you once again with Jungkook, it’s you. You don’t want to be seen with him, despite it only being sex. Because him dropping by your place for a blowjob is unexplainable to your roommate who’s been with the same guy for three years. It’s just best if it stays on the low for now. If anyone gets involved, it’ll create complications between you and Jungkook. Words always get to people somehow, and Jeon Jungkook seems to be one of them.

He accepts your hand rather quickly, letting it rest above his lips, his eyes never moving from yours. You’re both standing still, the noises of someone rummaging through drawers the only thing being heard. With luck, you hear a door close and you figure it was Cho-Hee retrieving back to her room.

You feel Jungkook’s smile moving beneath your palm, as if he knows you’ll drag him inside and do what you promised a week ago. Maybe you will, but not like he’s currently thinking at this moment.

No words from you, only a pull to his shirt as you guide him to your room. When you close the door, Jungkook is standing by the edge of your bed, the devious smile never fading from his lips.

You walk over slowly, meeting his eyes once again up close. Your bedside lamp is still on, making Jungkook’s skin glow by the shade covering the room. You’re not going to let him get this so easily, not after the stunt he just pulled in the middle of the night.

You decide to trail your fingers around, starting by his jawline, tracing the outlines carefully to his soft lips and you hear a small hiss from Jungkook by your delicate touch. His mouth is parted, surprised by your pace. Your hand reaches his neck, exploring the details by his Adam's apple and the way it bops once when the tip of your finger rests above it. You’re tempting him. The way his palms tighten to a fist to stop himself from touching you, causes a smile to your face.

‘’Take off your shirt.’’ Jungkook doesn’t waste any seconds, pulling the black long sleeve at a fast pace, revealing his skin and tattoo sleeve. But that’s not what surprises you.

‘’A nipple piercing?’’ You tried to keep your composure, not dropping the teasing act you’re currently achieving well – due to Jungkook’s reactions, but this… he’s really out here killing you.

‘’The piercer recommended it.’’ You continue to study the piercing, realizing it’s straight barbells and you’d love to give a personal thanks to the person who threw this idea at Jungkook. It was definitely the right move.

‘’Looks like someone loves it.’’ You forgot for a moment how much of an ego he carries and your gaze resting long enough on the piercing betrayed you. Your silent treatment to his comment, proving you indeed do love it.

Your mouth starts to play a part, starting by his neck — his absolute weakness. He sighs in satisfaction over the warm feeling your tongue gives him. While your mouth solely focuses on that, your fingers rake through the hair by the nape of Jungkook’s neck, fiddling with his soft hair.

Jungkook surprises you, grabbing you harshly by the waist, his fingers digging into your skin. You moan against his neck, feeling yourself grow hot over him.

‘’Be patient.’’ You tell him, biting down on his earlobe in the process, his head throwing itself back by your sudden action.

It isn’t new that you drive Jungkook absolutely insane. He’s told you over and over again how much you make his head spin, due to you always testing and teasing the shit out of him.

Jungkook has always been a fuckboy, ever since high school he saw truly no point in having a relationship. That statement might’ve come highly from his ex-girlfriend who shattered him. But no one knew that, nor did you. Jungkook was always closed off, the only details he’d share was his sexual experiences regarding girls to his friends, to keep his upright status. There’s much more to it, and Jungkook will make sure no one ends up under him again. He’ll ignore the butterflies in his stomach whenever you smile at him. He’ll ignore whenever he pictures you, while someone else is riding him. He can do that and he will.

Jungkook decides to loosen his grip on you, and as soon as he does you move further down. Your mouth and tongue never stop touching his neck, pecs and abs until you’ve sunk down to your knees. If only you could see how pretty you looked, on his knees for him.

You continue to place wet open mouthed kisses on Jungkook’s abdomen, gripping harshly onto his thighs covered by his sweats material. With a look upwards, both of your hands find comfort on the waist band, toying with the string. You’re not letting him get your mouth so easily.

‘’You’re deadly. Did you know that?’’ His tongue pokes under his cheek when you find yourself shrugging at his comment. Your focus returns to his bulge seeping through the material, ready to be touched. You pull them down in one go, leaving the boxers on. It doesn’t even take you a second to notice how hard he is. There’s even a wet patch, indicating you’ve already gotten him so worked up, his pre-cum couldn’t help but show.

Feeling somewhat kind for once, you grab ahold of his cock, feeling it through the cotton material.

‘’Fuck—’’ Jungkook sounds relieved, pleased even.

‘’Keep it down if you don’t wanna get caught again.’’ He nods at your words, saving you both from another embarrassment involving Cho-Hee. Although this time it might not only be her.

After taking notice of him obeying, you proceed. Your mouth returns to kissing him by the waist, while your hand palms him at a slow pace. Jungkook’s letting out a few pants, desperately trying to keep quiet and being good for you if he wants your mouth later.

Even though you’re the one on your knees, you have full control of the situation. You don’t ever stop teasing Jungkook. It’s what you do best after all.

The magic word manages to slip out from Jungkook’s lips. ‘’Please.’’ You look up, his gaze already watching you. His pupils dilated, mouth slightly parted and his dark hair hanging down. He’s about to lose it.

You remain in eye contact with him, finally pulling the last piece of clothing down to his feet. As soon as his cock springs free, you want nothing more than to just have it down your throat in an instant. But that’s not what you do.

You wet your lips, kissing his thighs and inching closer to where his cock stands upright. Jungkook doesn’t stop you, he secretly loves the temptation and edging feelings he gains from you.

Then you close your eyes, enjoyment overtaking you when you finally trace your tongue from the base and up towards his tip. It’s a slow and wet lick from your part, but Jungkook’s choked out moan proves it to be much more powerful than you imagined. You maintain the ministrations, his cock almost covered with your spit and his skin feels soft against your mouth. With a quick movement, you grab a hold of the base, your mouth moving towards his balls. You give them the same attention you’ve given to his length all while stroking him slowly. The wet sounds erupt due to your actions never stopping.

You’re so focused on making him wet with your mouth that you barely notice how uneven Jungkook’s breathing has turned. He’s even decided on closing his eyes, the sight of your tongue poking out and licking him becoming too much.

Jungkook has never bitten so strongly down on his lip to prevent a moan before when your mouth covered his tip. You feel so warm, so wet.

‘’Shit, you drive me so fucking crazy.’’ His tattooed hand meets your cheek, caressing it softly as he watches you take more of him. He feels the curve of your lips wrapped around him, imagining how your pussy wraps around it when he’s inside of you.

You drop the teasing act, focusing only on making Jungkook finish by the cause of your mouth only. Jungkook’s hand is still resting on your cheek as you hollow your cheeks, taking him deeper in and engulfing him with the warmth from your mouth. The golden glow from your bedroom light leaves you glowing in front of Jungkook and you’ve never looked prettier. He can’t believe he finds you pretty when your mouth is stuffed with his cock, but you do. Jungkook finds it best to close his eyes for now, ignoring the goosebumps that rose on his skin by his thought.

Your chin is covered in saliva, sloppily fiddling your tongue around the tip before going back to sucking on his length in repetition. Jungkook’s cock twitches, signaling he’s close to release but you’d love to edge him just a bit longer. Your mouth travels further down, giving attention to his balls by massaging them. You’ve always loved to explore, that’s what sex with Jungkook makes things so great. Both parties are open to anything. Curiosity seeps through you when you’ve reached his perineum. Pushing your head further down, you stop your bubbling interest when you slowly lick it. Just once.

‘’Ah fuck—’’ Jungkook moans like you’ve never heard before. It’s whiny. You know Jungkook’s aware of where you’ve touched him, but you’re unsure if he wants you to continue further down or to stop. Subjects like rimjobs or any form of anal play towards men is vaguely spoken about. For Jungkook, you’d need to have a sit down with him. He might be an experienced fuckboy, but maybe he’s always been in control and therefore never opened his mind to more than just the usual. You decide to play on the safe side, focusing entirely on his cock. With your quick pace, Jungkook twitches once again, telling you he’s soon at his limit.

His hand never leaves your cheek, bringing a form of comfort to the situation even though it’s odd when it’s a sexual experience. Yet you accept it, letting it roam on your soft cheek.

A tight grip from Jungkook’s part and a sharp hiss is the last thing that happens before he dissolves into pleasure and fills you up with everything he has.

‘’That… that was—’’ His skin is glistening with small beads of sweat, panting a bit due to overstimulation caused by your mouth only. By the look of Jungkook’s eyes you can tell he’s not done with you, but you are with him.

‘’Good. You should leave.’’ You pick up his black sleeve, laying around in your room to push him more forward the exit.

‘’What? We were just getting started.’’ Jungkook’s brows are furrowed, a tint of sadness coating his eyes by your sudden urge to kick him out.

‘’You got what you wanted.’’ You’re smiling despite the discomfort that covers your bedroom, the glow from the light losing its touch. It feels suddenly cold in the room as well when Jungkook rushes to put his clothes back on while you stare at him in uneasiness.

You don’t understand why he needs to give you anything when he comes for one thing. He seemed to really be settled onto a blowjob and that was it. Thankfully you accepted and now he’s pissed? Even after he got what he wanted?

‘’Jungkook, you got what you wanted.’’

‘’Forget it. Talk soon.’’ He walks silently out of your bedroom, the room squeezing itself tight around your form. You feel uneasy, but you can’t exactly pinpoint what.

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yanmaresu · 2 years

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What are your thoughts on male darling who's polite and quiet, like a kuudere towards other fem students, but is obviously gentle and soft when it comes to fem Ace and Deuce ? Imagine him being very cold towards yan fem Riddle for being too strict on Ace and Deuce like in chapter 1 and being protective and attentive over both of them. I personally think that it's possible for both Ace and Deuce to develop yandere tendencies and take advantage of darling's soft spot for them.

It's a very interesting concept. Usually, when talking about yan Riddle she just abuses her authority and power over the dorm students, but in this case, she can't, not unless she wants the prefect's opinion of her to worsen. Still, no matter how much she works on making it better, it's going to be in vain as long as Ace and Deuce use her as the main antagonist in their manipulations.

Ace uses Riddle as a scapegoat most of the time. She would misbehave enough to get collared, exaggerate or simplify the actual facts, and act very offended, to then have an excuse to ask the prefect if she can stay at Ramshackle every once in a while. That way she gets access to her darling's home after curfew, and also his sympathy. It's easy, the prefect already saw how horrible Riddle is in and out of overblot, and hasn't had a chance to see that she is trying to change. Ace brings most of the gossip and puts enough peer pressure to change or cancel his plans with other people. She might as well be the one who convinved Deuce into this as well.

Deuce doesn't like the idea of acting like a delinquent, so she needs a different method. She exploits the empathy the prefect showed her that one afternoon when she confessed to him her goals and past. Things are already hard for her: there are so many study concepts she can't understand, lacking many base material after years of skipping classes and barely passing tests; the other students are aggressive assholes, and she would be able to contain her anger at them if it wasn't for how much frustration she has to bottle up because of Riddle's strict demands and the teacher's mocking. She's really trying, and she keeps doing so because she found support with the prefect and Ace :) Can they study together yeah sure again today? Ace is already staying at his dorm, with the three together they can help each other out.

I imagine both girls isolate the prefect from other students slowly. They have this dinamyc in wich one pulls and the other pushes, one reminds him how special and unique their relationship is, and the other creates threats to it. It probably works better if the prefect is lonely due to how distant he can be with people, and especially if he refuses to question the few friends they dare take an attachment to.

This probably won't last tho. Ace might be good at manipulating but Deuce isn't, it's only a matter of time before something goes wrong. Riddle might try to show the prefect the many lies both girls have been telling him, or just get tired of playing nice and kidnap him. Malleus could also show up, and by the time Ace and Deuce know of her at the end of chapter 5, they won't be able to get the prefect away from her.

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moonstarlupinsworld · 23 days

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A light glyph

Author notes: Before we start, I want to say I'm thankful for the people who joined based on my last fanfic (Ms. Weems X Injured Reader). I do intend on keeping up with the series, I promise it's not a costume of mine to disappear all the time lol.

The owl house

Eda Clawtorne X King X Reader

TW: This chapter deals with themes such as panic attacks, SH, and suicidal idealization. Your discretion is advised.

Eda’s almost petrification, Luz was almost killed in the fight with Belos, and your only way home is destroyed. Looking at your sister so sad as she tried to think of a way to go back was just too much to bear. You are trying your best to hold it in, but in the end, everything might explode.

After Eda’s almost petrification and the aftermath of the event, you’ve had an eventful couple of weeks. She is now unable to use her magic, and even if it’s taking a long time to get used to it, she’s trying her best. After destroying your only way home, you’re unable to communicate with Camila. This was super hard for Luz, and even if you try your best to be supportive, you can still see how much it affects her.

Now, the sun already setting, you are at the Owl House laying on the couch, King fast asleep in your chest. You are trapped, but it’s adorable to see his little paws covering his face as he mutters in his sleep. Luz is currently concentrating on a new glyph, hoping this time it will work.

“You have a visit! Hoot hoot!” Hooty said in his usual enthusiastic voice as the door opened, revealing a happy Willow

“Hooty, not so loud, ” you shushed, your eyes pointing at King

Hooty disappears, closing the door. Willow takes a seat beside Luz, looking at her concentrated face. Luz greets her friend with a hug, explaining all about the new glyph and the super cool fog it was supposed to create. Willow was quite interested, and kept still, watching as your sister failed (again) with the combination.

“It will work next time” you reassure her. She nods with a sad face, pushing aside her notepad. Just then, Willow stands up.

“Guess who was able to convince her dads to do a small sleepover?” she said, excited “They said it was all right as long as we didn’t conjure anything weird or create major chaos. Gus will be there too!”

Luz has a thoughtful face, looking upstairs where Eda is.

“Wow, that sounds so cool! But, I have to ask Eda first…”

Out of thin air, Eda appears behind the girls, startling them.

“Out, out of my house now!” she ushered, rushing them away with a gesture of her hands, “ Go have fun Luz, and you too Y/N.”

You sigh, it was not on your plans to go out, at least not tonight. Luz says thank you over a million times before dragging Willow by the arm upstairs so she can get her things ready.

“Give me King here, I’ll cuddle with him while you are gone, ” Eda offers with a smile, getting closer to carry the small demon.

“May I stay home for today?” you asked, not looking her in the eyes, “I just do not feel like it.”

She looks a bit shocked, but quickly changes expression and smiles.

“Sure kid, I’ll go upstairs and tell Luz, ” she walks away, and before turning over to the stairs, she adds, “And, hey, if you need anything I’ll be in my room.”

You nod, smiling. After preparing everything (and trying to convince you with five different tactics), Luz and Willow leave. You said your goodbyes and then hugged King. A feeling of drowsiness thanks to the sleepless nights takes over you, and you yawn a few times before falling asleep.

You woke up in your sleeping sack, tucked in and with an extra pillow under your head. The sleepiness was gone, so you decide to get up and look out the window, sitting on the edge, one knee close to your chest as your mind goes a million questions per minute. Were you sad about being stuck here forever? If you took away the beasts, the moments your sister and friends almost got killed, and the weird weather (and food), this place wasn’t that bad… Somehow, you felt at home. Was that wrong? What if Luz found out about this and she got mad? What if Camila one day found out and she simply hated you? And if all of this was your fault? After all, you were the first one to run as soon as that weird owl stole your sister’s book, she simply followed.

A sudden pinch in your heart makes you wince, trying to breathe so the pain would ease. You keep looking at the landscape, thinking about Luz. You could bet anything right now that she’s having a blast with Willow and Gus. She deserved it, it had been such a stressful couple of days.

What else could you think of? Penguins… otters…. Polar bears…

Another pinch, this stronger and making your breath shaky. No, not now… You were strong. This was not about to happen.

“Penguins, cute guys with a suit forever in the pattern of their skin. They are…” You put a hand on your chest, trying to distract yourself.

Your heartbeat quickened, and your breathing became shaky and unease, blurring your vision… Your hands started shaking, and your legs wobbled a bit.

Nobody could see you like this, especially not Eda… after all, she’s still recovering from the recent events.

The bathroom… the bathroom.

You hop back to the floor, rushing to the improvised safe place. You’ve been living here enough to know your way around the house without any lights on. Opening the door was difficult, but you managed.

“Okay Y/N we got this, breath” you tried to say to reassure yourself, but it wasn’t working, “come on Y/N, you can do this on your own…”

You closed the door making as little noise as you could. Whatever was about to happen, nobody had to see it. Finally, you decided to turn on the light, darkness was not a friend of yours in this kind of situation. Resting your hands on the sink, you looked at yourself in the mirror.

You tried. And tried. And tried again. All the techniques you know, all the breathing exercises, even covering your ears to try and shut the thoughts wasn’t working.

But maybe you deserved it. Maybe you deserved to feel this. You were dying. Yes, indeed you were. Your breathing was so fast now, and almost no oxygen was coming into your lungs. It was a miracle you were still standing. Maybe all of this was your fault. Maybe you could have thrown Luz into the portal before you blew it to pieces. At least she could have gone home. Maybe you were a monster, just like your classmates told you. Eda didn’t have to be taking care of you, only kids needed a maternal figure. You were a grown-up. Almost fifteen, already a grown-up. Yes… Your legs started failing, and you looked at your reflection in the mirror. Pathetic. A pathetic, weak human, unable to protect the only thing they had to defend. A weird human. You looked down, glancing at all the lines covering your arms like shooting stars. Damn, you were weak, pathetic, and gross. You didn’t belong anywhere… you didn’t deserve Eda to be so worried about you. You should…

“SHUT UP!” You said, way louder than expected, and in your anger, you punched the mirror with your fista “Just go away, go away, and leave me alone, please…”

The mirror broke into a million pieces, and that make you panic even more. Blood was dripping from your knuckles, and the sensation seemed to numb the pain inside you a little. Small pieces flew all around, and a bigger one fell to the sink. You grabbed it, your thoughts all according to the same thing.

Eda, who was asleep, was startled by the noise. Her first instinct was to rush to your room, a light glyph in her hand. Nothing, just an empty sleeping bag. She started searching everywhere, calling you out loud.

Eda was panicking, some feathers getting onto the surface as she frantically called out for her owlet… until she heard crying in the bathroom.

“Oh no”, she muttered before knocking at the door, “Owlet, are you in there? Is Eda…”

You were now sitting on the floor, your legs had finally given up, and you collapsed, your back resting against the wall. The piece of shattered glass was still in your hand. You didn’t hear Eda’s voice or the frantic knocking on the door.

“I’m gonna come in, okay?” she said before opening the door.

After giving a quick look around, she realized three things:

One, the mirror was a goner, little bits of it were all over the floor. Two, her kid was on the floor, tears streaming down their cheeks and their breathing going a million per minute, a panic attack certainly. And then, three (and most important) she saw it: the glass.

You looked at her and tried to cover the piece of crystal, but it was too late. It took her only a few seconds to kneel, getting to your eye level.

“Give me that,” Eda said, not mad but firm.

And strangely, when she reached her hand to yours, you simply let that thing go. No resistance, no anything. You didn’t even try to mask your emotions or clean your tears.

“Help…me” you muttered, feeling like you were about to pass out any second now.

“Kid, breathe,” she says, worry clear in her voice “Is it all right if I touch you?”

You nodded weakly. She grabbed your hand, leading it to her chest and exaggerating her breathing so you could copy it. Her other hand went to hold yours, trying to stop you from hurting yourself even further.

“Come on, in for four,” she says, exaggerating her breathing so you could copy it “Then we hold and then breathe out. We got this owlet, I’m here.”

It took you a few minutes before you could sync it to her pace, and every time you failed to breathe you grew increasingly frustrated. And then, finally, you did it. You could see now, and the knot slowly untangled from your chest. It was still there, but at least now you were able to breathe in and out without choking.

But over your new calmness, a new thing decided to emerge: guilt. Eda should be sleeping, how could you keep her up at this time of the night? Were you acting like a child right now?

“It is not your fault to keep me awake at night, Y/N” Eda said, a peak of a smile on her lips, “I can’t read minds, but those eyes are telling me everything… I heard a noise and got scared something bad happened to you.”

You look down, now trying to hold back your tears. And then, your injuries started to sting. She looked at your busted knuckles, clicked her tongue in disapproval, and looked back at you.

“What about a more comfy place than this small room?” she asked, getting up from her knees “I can help you up if you want.”

You nodded, way too exhausted to articulate words. As you stood up you realized how cramped you were. Your legs were still wobbling, so Eda carried almost all your weight as you walked to the living room. King was there, and as soon as he saw you he threw himself into your arms, hugging you as tight as he could. The owl lady tried to let him go of you, but honestly, it felt nice, so you asked her to let him be. She smiled, getting to the kitchen for the medic kit.

“I heard a noise and thought some demon had got into the house,” he explained, looking at you “Are you all right, Y/N?”

You nodded weakly, sitting on the couch, him still in your arms. You were so ashamed of what you’ve done. You were older than Luz, it was your duty to be strong and care for others, it didn’t have to work the other way around.

“Sometimes you need someone to drag you home before the boiling rain hurts you, kid,” Eda said as she came back from the kitchen “I know it is hard to ask for help, but you got me now.”

“Don’t forget me! I am the ruler of the demons and shall protect you fiercely” King added, his little paw on a fist, acting as the mighty king he was.

Eda smiled half-heartedly as she grabbed your hand, cleaning the blood from it. You observed as she so patiently cleaned it and made sure there was no glass inside the wound. Then she grabbed the other one, repeating the process. She looked so concentrated as she wrapped your hands in with bandages, so worried…

“I don’t deserve help…” you whispered, finally speaking, “ I could have thrown Luz into that portal before blasting it… What kind of a big sibling I am if I can’t protect her as I should?”

Your voice started cracking, and the tears threatened to come out again as you tried to make sense of your words... King looks at Eda with desperation, his head tilting towards you in a clear attempt to ask “What do we do?”.

Eda knew some things about your past. Even if you were not an open book, anxiety physical symptoms would betray you from time to time, or the fact you always wore a hoodie, and maybe the fact you stayed home with her while Luz went to the witch school was enough to know more about you.

She sat beside you and pulled you closer, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. Your tensed body quickly melted into the touch. Your head went to rest on her chest, small sobs coming from your mouth as you tried to calm down.

“I am no expert in those light glyphs yet, but I would create the brightness one if that could help you get out of the dark, Y/N” she whispered, holding you closer, “Not all the weight of the world has to be on your shoulders, it’s okay to let go sometimes. You are really important to me, kid, please come to my nest next time you need help.”

This warmth was something you had only felt with Camila, back in the human realm. The owl lady, that woman who tried to push everyone away and act cold, but on the inside was a warm and loving person. You felt at ease. Finally, your thoughts stopped being so loud, and you could only listen to the owl lady. Your eyes started drooping, the exhaustion finally hitting you.

“Don’t tell Luz”, you whispered in the middle of a yawn.

“Tell her about what? We played Hexes Hold’em all night and then we fell asleep” she winked, assuring you this whole thing would be a secret between you and her. “Just rest, owlet, tomorrow we can go to a nice place for treasure hunting!”

But you didn’t listen to the last part, already passed out against her, and King snuggled in your lap snoring softly. She smiled, getting comfortable and yawning.

“Damn, how I love this kid” she whispered, smiling as she looked at you, “don’t worry y/n/n, I’ll protect you.”

#toh #toh fanfic #eda clawthorne #king clawthorne #luz noceda #fanfic #panic attack #comfort #the owl house #comfort character

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deathmetalunicorn1 · 1 year

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I don't know if you know Godzilla or the MonsterVerse. But my request is for Beelzebub, in an already established relationship with a Monarch scientist, whose cause of death was overwork and a Ghidorah attack. For the scene I only ask for the classic lazy Saturday morning, where neither of them wants to get out of bed and they prefer to stay in each other's arms, play with each other's hair or just kiss each other on the face. Or Beelzebub asking his girlfriend to let him recreate the ORCA Device, and she just yanks his cheek and then kisses him apologetically.

-The quiet mornings waking up beside you is something Beelzebub wouldn’t change for the world, watching you sleep so soundly, without a single care in the world.

-Not a day goes by that he asks himself how did he get someone as amazing as you in his life.

-You were everything to him, intelligent, creative, beautiful, funny, hardworking, and also so caring, so doting.

-You’re a light in his dark world, the only person able to pull him away from his work to make him take breaks, either to cuddle or eat with you, or to actually go outside, either on a walk or a date.

-Beelzebub would do anything for you if you were to ask it of him, he adores you.

-He brushed the hair from you face, the back of his hand stroking your cheek gently, to pull you into the land of consciousness.

-You whined softly, batting his hands away, pulling the blankets up which made him chuckle before he moved, his arms wrapping around you, pecking your forehead, “We don’t have to get up today. Let’s just stay here.”

-The sigh of content that left did make him chuckle for a moment as you cuddled down into his arms, basking in his warmth.

-You had both been working hard lately, with this being the first day off you’ve both had in a while, and you planned on doing absolutely nothing all day.

-Overworking was something you were very against, as that’s how you died.

-You were one of the scientists who created the ORCA Device, with the plan that it was going to help keep the titan beasts, like Godzilla, under control, at least to keep him out of cities.

-The plan backfired when Ghidorah attacked, laying waste to different parts of the world, calling so many other alpha titans.

-You didn’t live long to see any of this, as you were passed out in your lab from exhaustion, and when Ghidorah awoke, the building where your lab was, was the first thing he destroyed.

-It was over so quickly that you didn’t feel a single thing, you actually woke up in Valhalla like you were waking up from a nap.

-So since then, you’ve been adamant on taking breaks and making other hardworking people, like your darling lover Beelzebub, take breaks as well, because you never know when your last day together could be, if something were every to happen in Valhalla.

-You woke up a bit more, tilting your head up to press a kiss to his chin, making him chuckle as he lowered his head, “You missed my lips.”

-You snuggled back down into his chest, “Tough.” Which made him laugh even more, finding your early morning banter hysterical.

-He pecked your forehead again, getting your attention back on him, “So have you given any thought about rebuilding the ORCA Device?”

-You sat up and instantly he was begging for forgiveness as you pinched and pulled his cheeks, grinning down at him playfully, “Not a single one at all, my love! That machine caused so much destructions, it wouldn’t be worth it!”

-Once he apologized and pulled you back down so he could get a proper kiss, you hugged him, peppering his now red cheeks with kisses before you sat back up, “C’mon, lets go out for food. I don’t feel like cooking.”

-He instantly agreed, “You read my mind Y/N.”

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader #ror beelzebub

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k-rising · 2 years

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Mark as boyfriend

Romantic aspects

it can be hard for mark to get in a relationship, since he has very high standards and fears being vulnerable in close bonds. but, once he take his time to get to know you on a deeper level, he's a passionate, easy-going and enthusiastic boyfriend

mark can be shy at first, but once you're his, all that shyness goes away

I feel that he would be secretive about his relationship with you at first

mark likes planning dates beforehand, but he also likes planning things spontaneously. when he sees the opportunity, he takes it

this man doesn't like to get bored, so you need to do something fun all the time. variety is needed here, so take him somewhere new everytime you go out with him

mark is loyal af and very committed to you, but he also needs some space for himself from time to time

he probably likes to have control of the relationship and likes creating drama just to make things more exciting

he's such a kind, understanding, and generous person !!

this dude cares for you A LOT, even if it's hard for him to say it openly

mark is very observant and has a great memory, so he'll gonna remember every little detail you said or did

this man is good at giving advices, so he will always be there when you need someone to talk to

mark wants everything to be reciprocal, if not he's gonna be upset

his way of showing affection is through acts of service

mark likes when you appreciate all the little things he does for you

this little man needs approval and lot of praises in order to feel confident <3

he can also be quite straightforward with the things he doesn't like about you, but he points those out to fix them asap

if you ever need help on something, ask him to help you! mark loves feeling useful

marriage can be appealing to him if the relationship lasts

you remember how I said that this man can be very passionate and loyal? well, he can also be quite possessive and controlling with you...

he feel things in a very intense way

mark also projects his fantasies onto you and sees how he wants to see you rather than being able to see you for who you are

When he gets angry

mark tries to avoid conflicts, but his emotions can change quickly. plus, he's emotionally impulsive

he can be calm on the surface, but he's on fire on the inside

when angry mark can be quite scary...

he doesn't like to take a "no" for an answer and it can be hard to change his mind, since he's very fixed on his opinions

he also takes everything personally

it can also be hard for him to difference what he wants from what he needs

when he's at his worst, mark doesn't normally take the time to consider the consequences of his actions

in conflicts he can be overly confident, restless, aggressive, and reckless

if he feels underappreciated, he will explode with rage

mark can be good at manipulating people as well

he can have some unpredictable and shocking behaviors. you never know how he's going to react

when conflicts arises, mark likes proving himself and fights for his rights and morals

he likes talking about your problems, but he's sensitive to criticism 💀

he also gets disappointed when things don't turn out as he expected

mark always tends to imagine the worst of situations

this man has a talent for reading between the lines and loves challenges

mark loves and hates in a very intense way, so he is either hella obsessive with you OR you don't exist to him anymore

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rosekisspeach · 3 months

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TAROT READING//Bum's Bubble pic & Mingkey's perspectives

Date: 30/Jan/2024 Marker: the pic Deck of Cards: Trungles' Star Spinner Tarot (Inclusive, Diverse, LGBTQ Theme)

Notes Upfront:

I don't ask my cards questions that I already have answers;

I don't prey on information I should not know;

I respect their personal lives and;

This is for FUN ONLY.

Today we will be looking at mingkey's perspectives when the pic was taken, and the second day when bummie sent it to the bubble.

✦ Let's jump right into it!! I am very excited to share this quick reading because the whole situation matches with the death card I pulled out last time (the one in Jjong's view) ✦

Forgive my type "2nd day" The Pic Day Bummie: Fortitude The Pic Day Ming: 5 of Wands R The Second Day Bummie: Hanged Man R The Second Day Ming: Lovers R

Please take time looking at the cards before proceeding to read the readings, thanks. . . . . . Readings:

I hope everyone enjoyed Keyland and the adrenaline rash when seeing Bummie's bubble pic. Today's reading is very concise and straightforward, mapping out energies that I received on their mindset and relationship dynamic day one (jan/28) and two (jan/29). A simple glance at it, there are three major arcanas that stress how important this means for them - being close with each other and celebrating special moments together. Friends, Laughter, the beauty of accomplishment, and of course...drinks and good food and silly jokes. This is home. Ming and bummie always feel at home around each other. This is something more than home, because we all feel the intimacy penetrating through the phone screen just by seeing the pic. Bummie's Fortitude card says the same: a determined mind that concentrating on the pure lotus flower. I failed bummie because I though he is not strong enough. I was wrong. Our Bummie is much stronger than I expected, and not only he is able to protect himself, but also protect people around him. He still values the simplest things, the love and connection.

"Never chase the famous" right?

It made me laugh because Jjong reminded bummie do not focus on materials when he is with ming. I guess it is Jjong telling bummie if he wants to be rational in this relationship, at least treats ming fairly like he treats the work. It's that "do you like the bag or do you like me?" interrogation all over again, hehe. Something else that I pick up is that Bummie was drunk, but not blacked out drunk and he made the move to sit on ming's lap platonically. He just felt the vibe and followed his heart, it is the warmness he desired.

But it is not that simple for ming. The reversed 5 of wands represents a dilemma that ming is going through, the dilemma between maintaining the fragile peace aka the status quo they tried so hard to create, and the fear that if he makes the step but it goes south. Seeing the five wands piercing into ming's body, again, reminds me his "grieving addiction". He is hesitant to step further and avoids the possibility of changing their relationship dynamic because he does not want to tear open the old wound between them back in teenager times. He is okay with bummie taking the leads, even if it hurts his self-esteem, and he serves like habits. Do notice that ming is a very passionate individual that he hugs to squeeze others into his body, and he is DRUNK here, but he rests his hands on bummie so gently only to keep bummie from falling. Nothing shows possessiveness. He wants more, of course, and it is not about romantic/sexual but because he loves bummie. Simply like that.

The Second Day:

I am very curious of why bummie has shared this special moment with us so I asked my cards. Was he still drunk? Or he just wanted to flex their friendship? Seeing the reversed hanged man is both mind-relieving and concerning because it shows 1) bummie is out of the suffocating times (hanged man upright, see the reading of Jjong's view) that he experienced during keyland preparation, he is now able to express feelings directly, and connecting with ming is breathing - lungs full of air that he wants to shout to the world how good he feels, however, 2) he celebrates this moment's euphoria but still avoids the tensions between them in the future. It is a one time joy, yet sharing it feels so right. He wants us to know he is doing ok, he is happy, he is with ming, and everything is going to be alright. The stars protect him and he is so proud of how far he and ming has walked to achieve this harmony.

On ming's side, in the beginning, I did not understand why my card gives me the lovers (girl & girl) because it is always the lover (boy & boy) before. Then, I see how similar both the cards' designs look, and it demonstrates that mingkey are in the same reality but different mindsets and attitudes. The apples signify the fruit (outcomes) they look forward getting from this particular interaction. Bummie's card focuses on personal growth, while ming is much more sensual, craving to bond with bummie more intensely. As if ming is saying that "you sent this private pic to the shawols, does that not mean you are validating our intimacy?" Ming is processing the idea, and it is a very sweet jealousy that he truly wants bummie to give him more attention. Perhaps this is the death card we got couple days ago, the little step that manifests change, and perhaps, just perhaps, they will realize how madly they are in love.

-over-

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#kpop tarot #tarot #tarot reading #shinee kibum #key kibum #kim kibum #choi minho #minho #shinee #minkey #mingkey #Spotify

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lemme-just-oops · 1 year

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How about asking AT boys to dance in a banquet from what i read sorcerers and sorceress in the contel often hold a banquet though....

...Anyways thank you for hard work!

(I misread this as Mc asking them to attend the banquet with them. I am too many characters in too delete this. Let's have both)

Alpheratz: He does not know whether you want to compliment or insult him. After all, he hates those sovial events, where everyone is noisy and thinks they are better for the sole fact of attending. But with you, at least it is more bearable. He will try to make the first time you attend the banquet together special, but he will not be able to keep this up. For dancing, he keeps trying to avoid it, because his grandfather is bound to create problems when he sees this and Alpheratz just does not want to have this hassle. If he can think of a more remate place, he shall lead you there for a dance.

Arcturus: The way he said "yes" made the world a better place. His pure joy infected people around him. Usually he just comes in with Spica or Pollux, but be prepared to be picked up from your doorstep. Also, he gifts you flowers! As the night goes on, he will get tired. And a tired Arcturus is an impulsive one. So when Spica asks you to bring him back by midnight, that is to prevent unnecessary chaos. For dancing, this man is a beast. He can dance all night, and he will happily dance with you. But when he looks into your eyes, he blushes.

Pollux: You have the wrong man, Castor is in- What do you mean you meant him? He will go there with Alpheratz (platonically), but he is sure you can come along. It is not until the evening of the banquet that you basically asked him on a date. He is so upset at himself that he tries to make it romantic in the last minute. Leaves Alpheratz to go by himself, Pollux gets out his finest suit (but with colorful socks so he can show off that he is funnier than most others). Be prepared for a lot of dances and him showing you the secret menu to get snacks! For dancing, he needs you to be sure that you want to do this, because he gets clumsy. The usual banquet songs are slow and romantic, and he gets impatient with that. But while you dance, he will talk to you to prevent his impatience taking over, and his feet staying healthy.

Sirius: Are you scared of going there alone? Now, that is adorable. Or do you attempt to meet more of his friends to network with? You could have so many reasons, but whatever it is, he shrugs. If he attends on time, he will pick you up from your room, but he will not promise it. For him, banquets are important to keep up with gossip and suspicious things that happen out of sight. So, he never once went with someone else. But he will try to make up for it by walking you back to your room. For once, you will have him hold you tenderly, and he whispers praise in your ear. Dancing? He can consider it, when it is you who asks. Be prepared for your bodies being extremely close during the dance and him calling you a noble title during the dance.

Spica: Asking someone to come with you to the banquet is not always romantic. Everyone attends with their favorite people, so he is happy that you consider him this close. As someone who helps organize it, he will make a few changes and decorate everything in your favorite color, or your favorite flower. Not always, but once in a while. He is always a fan of dancing, so he is happy you asked him to. He leads perfectly, and you will get showered with comments like: "You look happy, I enjoy the view."

Vega: When you invited him to the banquet, his yes was probably the calmest he ever spoke. But as soon as your paths separated, he begins to take skin-care to a level that surpasses even Spica. He does not need sleep, he needs beauty, because he wants to look at his best for you! Picks you up on time, with a little lucky charm as a gift! And when it comes to dancing, he will try his best to stay calm and relaxed, but you can feel the heat in his hands and how his cheeks turn red with you this close. And he tries to calm down by talking to you. The fact that you are so close, he will end up complimenting your looks and blushing even harder. (Do not give him a kiss, not even on the cheek, because his heart would race so quickly, he travels back through time.)

#get someone who makes you feel like mc makes vega feel #arcana twilight #arcturus #pollux #vega #sirius #alpheratz #otome game #request #romantic arcana #spica #dance #banquet #date

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dojae-huh · 21 days

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Neo-soloists

The difference among the soloists we have so far.

Ten

Ten is a dancer and a performer first and foremost. "Look at me" type. He learnt how to sing to be able to be a solo artist, however, vocals are still secondary (for now?). Putting on a show is first. Thus Ten goes for public friendly, pleasant dance songs. It's fun for him to play a villain, a lover. The stage and being admired are the goals.

Taeyong

Taeyong is a classic "tortured artist". He works through his emotional issues with the help of different mediums and ways of self expression. He wants to be loved by fans, but it's more important to be accepted for who he is (and accept himself). Eventhough he agrees that quirky "Shalala" or "Tap" are better for promotion, he still wants to showcase to the public more serious and melancholic songs, sing about topics that concern him most at the given stage of life. He expressed his anger with "Yestoday", when he "fought off his sharks" it was "Long flight"'s turn, now it's the frustration from showbusiness (Ape) and the longing for freedom and travel, time alone with loved people (Moon tour). Taeyong isn't a good vocalist, and yet he longs to sing as rapping is not enough for self-expression. He took vocal lessons, btw.

Doyoung

Doyoung says singing is "light", that singing helps him to live and move forward. Everything he is doing as an idol is to secure a long-lasting career as a singer, and to sing what he wants to as many people as possible. He is a secretive person, but he is sincere as a vocalist. He has a positive message to spread. I do not believe he will reflect himself fully in his songs though. He has a negative view on many things, the world. His goal is to achieve healing, show support (to himself and his fans) through songs. There is no place for mulling over his true dark feelings and thoughts. He thought "long and hard" how to present himself, and chose "me as a young person". It's a wrapping, of sorts. As he is a producer, he uses his own experience and gained wisdom, however, it will be a story, a tale still. A book with beautiful words.

Jaehyun

Jaehyun was a shy kid in middle school, who had problems integrating with the new class. Performing on stage felt fun and rewarding for him. Music is what he likes (he listens to it non-stop), what brings him comfort, fills in his inner world. All the covers and his solos he sang so far were mellow love songs. And I don't expect any change with his upcoming album (seeing how SM allows neos to choose their own vision, and doesn't create a sellable image for them from zero). He is a romantic, and he loves to live through feelings and emotions. What else is there in his inner world, afterall. So yeah, even if Jaehyun is going to sing about travelling and exploring the world, growing as a person, a love reference should be there (like with "Horizon").

Mark

Mark is figuring out who he is, he experiments a lot. We don't know when he will release a solo album, but, most probably, he won't find his final sound by then yet. Mark is ambitious and bold though, although indecisive, likes having his way. His album should be very fresh, full of ideas. Probably with many features and collaborations. Mark wanted to be a writer, he is a sertified experienced songwriter by now.

Taeil

I think he said he wants to sing pleasant and comfortable songs? He is proud of his voice and he plays instruments. I'd expect a song or two that he will be able to play on the piano himself on concerts.

#evanescent foam #notes in the margins #chain reaction #we eye to eye

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eurydicees · 1 year

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points at you! "Your Ideal" by Cinema Hearts !!

hiiiiiiiiii i wrote you some tamaharu, as a treat. i used the full album as inspiration not just the song, and i'd never heard it before but i rly liked it! anyways please enjoy :P

summary: i'm me before i'm a suoh, tamaki says. it's just that sometimes he doesn't know who me is without the suoh part. (haruhi will always remind him.) prompt: your ideal (cinema hearts) pairings: tamaki suoh/haruhi fujioka words: 1119 warnings: none

before being a suoh

His first and oldest memory is of his mother. She’s smiling down at him as he plays with some building blocks, piling them on top of each other to create a house that won’t fall down. He reaches past his little house to grab another block, and the whole thing comes crashing down. She laughs fondly as he stares at the rubble of his building block home.

Tamaki’s last memory of his mother is of her crying. He’s hugging her goodbye, before taking hold of his suitcase and boarding the plane to Japan. He can hear her crying even as he walks away. It’s a sound that haunts him.

Somewhere in the middle of the two are good memories, scattered around his mind. Positive memories that he holds onto tightly, gripping them with both hands and digging in his fingers so that they can’t slip away. He doesn’t want to ever forget them.

His mother laughed, sometimes. She used to sing him to sleep. She would bring him warm glasses of milk after he woke up from a bad dream. She wouldn’t let the chef cook his birthday cakes, insisting on doing it herself.

When Tamaki thinks of home, he still thinks of her. He doesn’t think of the second Suoh mansion and he doesn’t think of Japan. He thinks of his mother, and the way her hand had felt when she stroked his hair as he cried. He thinks of her, and the way she had tried to smile after him when he left her, but had only been able to muster up more tears.

She told him to live every day with a smile. To be happy in Japan, as happy as he could possibly be. She told him to be true to himself, and to make sure he treated his grandmother and father kindly, because, however little they show it, they do love him.

It’s not that Tamaki doesn’t want to do those things for her—he does. More than anything. It’s just that they’re all a little bit contradictory, he’s found. He can smile as much as he wants, he can be as happy as he wants, but it’s not benign true to the part of himself that longs for her. It’s not being true to the part of himself that so desperately wants to see his mother again, it’s not being true to the part of himself that is so terrified of change nor is it being true to the part of himself that wants to go home.

It’s not that Tamaki doesn’t treat his Japanese family well, because he does. He’s respectful and open and as kind as he can be. He gets good grades, goes the extra mile in extracurriculars. He’s at the top of his class and one of the most well-liked people at Ouran. He invites them to his school events and cultural fairs and things.

It’s not his fault that they don’t come. Or, if they do come, they just shun him. It’s not his fault that they don’t care. It’s not his fault that trying so damn hard has gotten him nowhere.

And, really, it’s not his fault that he feels so alone all of the time.

It’s not a new feeling, being alone. He had a lonely childhood—not many friends, just his mother for company, a sick mother who couldn’t spend as much time with him as she would have liked—and he’s grown accustomed to it. He’s always, at the very least, had all the games and stories he played in his head. He’s always had something to hold onto.

But now as he looks in the mirror at age seventeen, he thinks he sees something his mother wouldn’t recognize. He sees someone that he himself doesn’t recognize, most of the time. When did he get so tall? When did his posture get so straight? When did he start flirting with every girl who comes his way? When did he let go of his childhood with his mother and become whatever his father wanted him to be?

It’s stifling, like he’s been trapped in a marionette’s body and his father is moving the pieces around. It’s like everything that used to make him himself was left behind when he stepped onto the plane from France to Japan, or like everything that he used to be had drowned when that plane took flight. It’s like everything he used to want to be has been warped and changed in the confines of the mirror; like the shift of a preschool teacher to a CEO of a chain of preschools.

Tamaki tries not to spend too much time looking inwards at these things about himself. He doesn’t like the shape that they’ve become. When he turns away, though, and he forces every muscle to relax and every mask to drop away—

Somehow, every time, it’s because Haruhi is there. Somehow, every time, it’s because Haruhi is looking at him and it makes Tamaki want to be something worth looking at—not for the sake of his father but for himself.

Being in Japan under his father’s thumb and his grandmother’s judgment is like being trapped; it’s like being an ant in a glass bowl under a magnifying glass. Being with Haruhi, away from the eyes of his family and their expectations, has become as familiar as a memory and as comfortable as a home.

There are some things worth being in Japan for, Tamaki thinks. He wants, desperately, to make a home out of his family. He wants, desperately, to make a house big enough to fit all of them, big enough for their love to stay in, big enough that he’s allowed to love them all at the same time.

He came to Japan to save his mother. He came to Japan to heal the relationship he didn’t have with his grandmother.

He is staying because he is determined to make a home here, out of all of this. For the sake of his mother, he will have to be happy here. Until he can build that so-big-so-beautiful house for his family, he will have to find somewhere else soft to rest.

So for now, he will put his heart in Haruhi’s hands and find home in their palms.

I’m me before I’m a Suoh, he told them once, and sometimes he thinks that it’s only true because Haruhi reminds him who he is. Who he can be. Who he wants to be.

So yes, for now, for always: he loves Haruhi and, in doing so, he chooses to live every day with a smile, just as his mother wanted him to.

(He thinks that she probably would have liked Haruhi.)

#they make me so insane. you do not understand. that line drives me up the fucking walls kicking and screaming #my writing #ohshc #tamaharu #tamaki suoh #haruhi fujioka #ouran high school host club #suoh tamaki #fujioka haruhi

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inherstars · 4 months

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Oh hey, I'm making my semi-annual attempt to get back into Tumblr, because i loathe literally every other social media platform. Except Instagram, IG hasn't spurned me yet.

Anyway, this is just a dump of some story notes I worked on this morning, for no other reason than I felt like needed to get them down. I'm almost certainly not going to write it, but if I did it would take place in a very loosely structured universe I created for a, uh, niche interest community I belong to, even more loosely based on "Gears of War" (because I wanted people to be able to read it without having to also know what the fuck "Gears of War" was about.

The story is set in the same universe as Mad-World, a Gears-of-War-like post-apocalyptic militarized wasteland where humanity is fighting some kind of aggressive, largely underground alien enemy (that may or may not be sentient / weaponized? I don’t remember.)

The characters are a squad of soldiers tasked with setting demolition charges at known burrow openings, closing them up so that other teams can more safely move into place to set up camps, hunt for supplies, etc. Their most recent Munitions Placement member recently transferred out, and they’ve just been assigned a new one.

The team is led by Sgt. James Candle. Gentle giant, quiet but friendly, well respected. Despite the fact that he looks like he could crush your skull in one hand, he has zero interest in being any brand of hard ass.

The newest squadmate shares a last name with one of the existing members (no relation), and so Candle asks if she has a nickname they can use instead, so he doesn’t have to go by “Thing One and Thing Two”. She says her first name is Daisy, and he agrees to go with that.

Daisy is pleasant, cheerful and upbeat, a stark contrast to the rest of the team. It’s clear, initially, they have no idea what to make of her, and she’s the square peg among them. Candle is half-certain she’ll end up getting reassigned at some point, particularly if the rest of the squad doesn’t gel with her, but she’s good company and he commits to giving her a fair shake.

Their first mission out is to an old advanced care / retirement home, now largely rubble. The APC parks at a safe distance and Daisy goes in to set the charges while the others do more remote, digital scanning of the area for “soft spots” to watch out for, seismic activity, or available resources for future extraction teams. Candle gets on the radio and walks a distance from the APC, keeping ears and eyes on everything.

But Daisy is uncharacteristically quiet, even and especially for Munitions, and Candle has a hard time getting her to update him as to where she is and what she’s doing. Even when she does respond, her answers are brief -- not rude, but clearly distracted. On one hand, he doesn’t want to get off on a bad foot by dressing her down or trying to throw his weight around unnecessarily -- maybe this is how she works. She is, after all, carrying a lot of explosives. But he still needs her to communicate, for all their sakes.

Just before he can pull rank on her she announces that the charges are set and that she’s on her way out. She crawls back out through the rubble and Candle goes to meet her halfway, telling the others to pull to a safe distance and they’ll meet them there for detonation. He doesn’t want to “have words” with her in front of her new squadmates this soon.

Right away he can tell something is off about her. She’s no longer smiling, upbeat. She’s withdrawn and quiet, answering all his questions so precisely as to seem almost scripted. Respectful, not rude or impolite, but with an economy of words and energy. He changes technique and asks if she’s alright, she seems different. She agrees she’s fine, it just takes a lot out of her. He tells her that he needs her to communicate with him when she’s working, he needs to know where she is at all times in case something happens.

This seems to bring her out of her stupor a little, she apologizes and agrees that she’ll try harder to keep in touch with him.

He asks if she’s sure she’s cut out for this work, that if it’s not a good fit maybe she can be reassigned. She says that she’s been doing this almost exclusively since she signed up. If he doesn’t feel she’s doing her job well he can request she be transferred. He cuts her off gently and says he has faith she can do the job well, just wants to make sure she’ll enjoy it.

“Enjoy it, sir?”

“Right. Poor choice of words.”

They head back together. Shit gets blowed up real good, they all go home.

Although Daisy hangs around with them a little bit for dinner in the mess, she declines to join them for a drink. She’s still out of sorts. Excuses herself for the evening. After she’s gone, the others express reservations about her and her behavior. They don’t seem to like her either happy or sad. Candle says he’ll take it under advisement, but doesn’t want to make any judgments after just one mission.

The next mission is at an even larger facility, an old single-story shopping mall. Daisy is back in good spirits, though Candle decides to keep a closer eye on her.

The entrances are all blocked and barricaded. They briefly discuss blasting a hole, but Daisy tells them that it could destabilize the structure, and it might attract unwanted attention before they’re ready for it. She has them pull the APC near to the building, near the roofline, and opts to rappel down through one of the ceiling skylights.

They park a distance away and Candle once again gets on the radio while the others do their surveillance.

“Talk to me, Dais.”

Silence.

“Private.”

“I’m here, sir. Sorry. I’m just… I had to get my lights going. The interior is in pretty rough shape.”

Her voice is quiet, strained. Fearful but strangely determined.

“Talk me through what you’re doing, where you are.”

“I’m… I don’t know, all the stores sort of look the same. Trying to find a way around to the burrow hole.”

More silence. He doesn’t want to be impatient with her. He can hear her movement, so he knows she has the mic open to communicate. She’s not being purposefully difficult, she’s trying to comply. He gentles his tone.

“Tell me what you see.”

A moment of quiet, then, “Corpses. Just… lots and lots of bodies everywhere. Mostly bones, now.” Even more softly, “So many bones.”

Candle looks back at the APC, walks a little further.

“Is that what it usually looks like?”

“Yeah. It’s not just the people that were killed when the hole opened up. These things, they sort of… they’re like gophers. They push everything along the tunnels and then… up and out of their way, through the hole. I can’t imagine what it must look like when they finally break through. Like a… like an eruption of bodies. It’s got to be awful.”

Her voice is rough, she’s getting in her own head. He’s quiet, thinking about that, about what she must see every day: bodies upon bodies, Moms and children and grandparents in various states of decay. Piles of expended humanity rotting slowly back to bone. No wonder she lost her happy disposition.

“So what do you normally do when you’re out here,” he asks her. “How do you keep it together, when you don’t have your Sergeant yammering in your ear?”

“Not really much of anything. I just try to get the job done. Get in and out as fast as I can. I don’t like to think about what I’m seeing, too much, or it… you know, it comes back to you afterwards. Tunnel vision helps.”

“Can I make a suggestion?”

“Sir?”

“Back when I used to, uh… well, when my old squad used to have moments of… let’s say nerves, I had them sing a song. Just something simple to keep their mind off of whatever they were afraid of. Maybe you can try that out.”

“Uh. Not much of a singer, sir. Truth be told, I’d be hard pressed to come up with a song that isn’t wildly inappropriate to this specific situation.”

“Well, that’s kind of the point, isn’t it? Gotta lighten the mood, take yourself out of the moment.” He clears his throat. “Here, I’ll start…uh…”

“...wait, what?”

And he begins singing to her, exactly as awkwardly and terribly as one would imagine he would sing.

“Daisy, Daisy, give me your answer do. I’m half crazy all for the love of you. It won’t be a stylish marriage, I can’t afford a carriage. But you’ll look sweet upon the seat of a bicycle built for two.”

That was awful, and he’s pretty pleased with himself. “How was that?”

“It’s not that I don’t appreciate the sentiment, sir, but we just met.”

He laughs out loud, drawing the attention of the rest of the squad looking on strangely from the APC.

“Hey, it’s been a while.”

“Since you last sang, or since you put the moves on a woman on a bike?”

He laughs again. “Take your pick.”

“Hang on, I’m nearly… OK. There. Charges set.”

“Good job.” He starts back to the APC, gesturing to the others to wrap it up. “Head straight back, we’re coming to meet you now. I expect to hear you singing, Private.”

They pick her up as she comes back down from the roof. At a distance they park again and the soldiers position themselves with sniper rifles to pick off anything that might come out, while Candle and Daisy watch from the top hatch of the APC.

“They don’t have to worry,” she says softly as the dust cloud spreads and rolls across the barren landscape. “There was nothing left alive in there.”

During later conversations, Candle gives her a bracelet -- brightly colored plastic beads on an elastic string. Tells her it’s for luck, or maybe just to help keep her mind off things. She’s bewildered but charmed.

“Where did you even get this?”

“What do you mean? I made it.”

“You made this?”

“Don’t let the menacing good looks fool you. I can also produce gallery-quality macaroni art, but macaroni is in pretty short supply these days. They don’t like you gluing it to things.”

“Does this mean I’ve heard the last of your serenading?”

“Look, you don’t have to sound happy about that.”

He reveals to her, at some point, that his name was originally James Chandler, and despite the look of him he was not born a soldier. Much to his father’s dismay, he actually took after his mother and wanted nothing more than to be a teacher. He was teaching Kindergarten during the first attacks, when the war first began, and lost the entirety of his class when the school was brought down on top of them. He was pulled from the rubble, unconscious. They hadn’t been able to identify him until he emerged from a coma some days later.

His school ID had been almost destroyed when he was rescued, the last name reduced from CHANDLER to J. C*ANDLE*, and so that’s what they’d listed on his chart. When he learned about the fate of his class, he opted to keep that as his name, and enlisted as soon as he was medically cleared."

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goddessofroyalty · 2 years

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A while ago someone asked for some Silco interacting with the girls when Vander first adopted them in Zaun Family. So here’s him with Powder – I’ll also write him with Vi I just want to start actually posting things again.

Tags: omegaverse, implied-past-mpreg

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It turns out peace is more work than war.

Piltover might be willing to humor their list of demands but Silco knows if there is any way for the topsiders to wiggle out of their end they will take it. And they don’t respect a handshake nor care if other Zaunites know they don’t stick by their word.

Written contracts they at least will honor. So Silco is once again spending his night reading over the proposed treaty to see if there is any clause that might let Piltover slip their duties.

He tries not to think about the role that will be created by the treaty. Nor who is the obvious person to send into that pit of vipers and be able to play their game and fight for what Zaun needs.

Those thoughts are for after the ink dries.

As he goes to turn the page a hairbrush slides up on and across the table. Looking down he meets the gaze of the younger of the two reasons they are going ahead with this whole negotiation to put down their arms against Piltover.

It is slightly unfair to put the entirety of the blame onto the two girls that Vander had found on the bridge that night. There was also their boys to consider, and how if they continued down the path of violence then they would likely leave them similarly orphaned. A previously acceptable risk that now feels harder to be okay with. And Piltover seemed willing to at least listen and offer something even if it is not full independence. Right now they have the opportunity to make real progress for the people in Zaun, an opportunity that may vanish all too easily.

Powder’s expression is clearly unsure as she stares up at him.

The girl’s seem a little unsure of him generally. The eldest of them sticking by Vander’s side as much as she can and keeping her younger sister close, trying to keep her out of trouble and out of Silco’s way.

He supposes it must be hard to come into the house that already has pups in it on top of losing their parents to Piltover’s violence. The fear of being forced onto Silco as a responsibility despite not being one of his own born.

Vander might have made the decision to bring them home but they are theirs now, blood or not.

“Do you want me to brush your hair?” Silco asks and Powder gives a short nod. “Can you sit on my lap?”

Powder nods against so Silco helps her up onto his lap. Reaching out for the hairbrush as he runs the fingers of his other hand through her hair.

It makes sense she would come to him for this. Vander was hopeless at hair despite Silco’s best attempts to teach him and while Vi had been doing it the last few days it was clearly a new task for the older girl. While Silco’s hair wasn’t as long as it had been when he was younger it was still long enough to braid at times and the pup was clearly smart enough to realize from that he would be the best option to care for hers as well.

Powder reaches out to grab the paperweight from his desk, twisting it in her hands as Silco brushes her hair through.

None of his boys had wanted to grow their hair out. Instead wanting it short like their sire’s. They had all inherited Vander’s curlier hair so perhaps it was for the best.

Powder has thick straight hair though. And, assuming presenting didn’t change it, she would be able to grow it long one day.

For now it reaches the small of her back as Silco neatly braids it. Grabbing one of his bands from the table to tie it off with.

“You can get up now,” Silco says as he lets the braid drop.

“Do I have to?” Powder asks, looking directly up at him with those wide, worried eyes.

“Not if you don’t want to.” Silco is well adapt to working with a pup on his lap. “What I’m doing is boring though.”

“I don’t mind,” Powder says and that settles it Silco supposes as he goes back to the treaty as Powder keeps idly playing with the things on his desk.

The company makes the work slightly more bearable. A reminder of the future they are doing this all for.

#Arcane #Zaun Family #Arcane omegaverse #omegaverse #Silco Arcane #Jinx Arcane #Anon prompt #Prompt fill #Prompt fic #I accidently a ficlet

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tenebraevesper · 6 months

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Five Nights at Freddy's: Salvaged, Night 15: Under Lock And Key

''Now we all know how this will end, a minute late got you coming back again. There's secrets in these halls and mysteries that can't be solved. Final bow or final stand? Another encore is always in demand. This never ending game, you took the bait, now you got played. Now we all can't find a way to play this game. Is it all the same?''

– Count The Teeth by NateWantsToBattle (Five Nights at Freddy's: Help Wanted)

xXxXxXx

''Hopefully nothing goes wrong this time,'' Sam said as she looked at the map of Ricky's that she printed out.

''I can already imagine what will go wrong,'' Springtrap replied, a little cynical. However, he was just as eager to find out what was in the hidden room as Sam was.

So far, they had agreed that they would visit the location once again after hours, figure out the animatronics' pattern and try to sneak past them into the room behind the stage. They both hoped that the animatronics wouldn't go there, even though Springtrap noted that the animatronics were changing their pattern according to what was going on at the moment.

''They will go after you and I believe that they might also go after me, if not even try and attack me. Still, I'll be in less danger than you,'' Springtrap said. Sam nodded, looking quite determined. She had already texted her mother that they would be at Ricky's, and Emma just replied for Sam to be careful and to not get injured again.

''I know that the last time we split up didn't end well, but the problem was that we didn't know anything about the animatronics' behavior. If I could get somehow into the security guard's office, I could keep an eye on them until we figure out how to get past them or shut them down,'' Sam said. ''I doubt that they'll be able to enter locked rooms.''

''I suppose you're right,'' Springtrap said, looking at the map that was on the table. ''It would've been much easier if they had a set pattern. I do wonder why they're avoiding the room behind the stage.''

''Maybe it's because the room isn't in their internal map, just like the situation with Freddy and the rest of the animatronics,'' Sam suggested.

''It is possible, but I'd like to know why they would be programmed to act that way,'' Springtrap said, glancing at the hallway behind them that led to the hidden safe room. ''We had a good reason to keep that room hidden, due to the spring lock accidents that would occur. I'd like to know Ricky's excuse for that.''

''I guess we won't know until we go there,'' Sam said, folding up the map and placing it into her bag.

''Honestly, I'd gladly take them apart, just to analyse their programming,'' Springtrap said, glancing at the stage. The two were at Freddy's, with the location still being unlocked and empty. ''I admit, I miss my old workshop.''

''You mean the one where you used to create killing machines?'' Sam asked dryly, with Springtrap wincing, giving her a nervous glance. ''I think you'll get your chance to tear apart the animatronics at Ricky's, but for now, we need to find our way into that hidden room. Something is inside it, and I am worried that someone might've taken it out since the last time we've been there.''

''If we're lucky, they haven't done that yet. I do believe that there is a switch that opens it, or at least some way to get inside. I know we couldn't find it the last time, but we were in a hurry,'' Springtrap said.

''Have we even checked behind the mirror?'' Sam asked, with Springtrap shaking his head. She then started pacing in front of the stage. ''I don't think many people would know about this hidden room, except for the most frequent users.'' She looked back at the bunny animatronic. ''What worries me is that Ricky's might've gotten a new security guard.''

''That's why I'm going inside first,'' Springtrap said. ''If there isn't anyone, we can proceed with our plan. We go in, see what's there and get out. It shouldn't be that hard.''

''Yeah, and after that, we need to figure out a plan for the Machinations Factory,'' Sam said. ''We're less familiar with it, but I think we can manage it. I'm confident that things will turn out well.''

''I hope you're right. We still need to find out who exactly is responsible for this. I am aware that the culprit might be Ricky's actor due to his access to the room behind the stage and the room with the costumes, but we have no idea who he is or what he wants,'' Springtrap said, his arms crossed. ''I'm curious about his connection with the animatronics. If he was the person we saw at the Machinations Factory, he might've been some kind of engineer, worked there or at least knew how to handle the animatronics.''

''You seem to be quite eager to find out more about those animatronics,'' Sam commented.

''Urban exploration is your thing, animatronics are mine,'' Springtrap replied. ''Although, combining both makes things a lot more interesting.''

''True,'' Sam said, then looked around. ''Honestly, I am curious what this place will look like once it opens up.''

''Probably less empty than it is now,'' Springtrap said sarcastically. Sam snorted, giving him an amused look.

The two then separated, walking around and looking at the place. They still had time until Ricky's would close, so waiting at Freddy's was their best option. While Sam wandered into the security guard's office, Springtrap entered what seemed to be some kind of storage room. There were dusty boxes inside it, and he decided to open one out of pure curiosity. It just contained party items and decorations. He guessed that the spare parts for the animatronics would arrive once whatever issue they had with the animatronics themselves was sorted out.

As he put the box back to its place, he heard a distinct metallic sound and looked down. His eyes, which were their usual silver and green, started glowing as he picked the object up. It was a pair of keys. He frowned.

''Just how incompetent can they be?'' he muttered. He walked out, encountering Sam, who seemed to be searching for him. ''I think I just found the reason why this place is unlocked.''

''They lost their keys?'' Sam rose an eyebrow, taking the keys from Springtrap. ''If they couldn't find them and knew that someone was killed, why didn't they take more security measures?''

''Search me,'' Springtrap said, shrugging. ''However, if that's what the new management is like, I can already see another catastrophe coming.''

''Do you want to say that you'd be better at managing this location?'' Sam asked, giving him a curious look.

''Sam, I've been a manager and CEO for a good part of my life,'' Springtrap replied. ''I know that I would do a better job than whoever was payed to take over this location.'' He then noticed Sam's smug expression and sighed. ''Yes, that also means that I would make sure to not be the one who caused another accident while working as a manager.'' He then went quiet as he thought about something. ''Speaking of accidents, I'm surprised that Emma even let you go.''

''Mum trusts me a lot and is quite sure that I would make the right decisions. Yes, it's probably a little unexpected, but she always knew what she was doing. I mean, this is not that different than from what I had been doing before I met you,'' Sam said, holding up her injured arm. ''Besides, I'm fairly certain that, when she told you to keep me safe, she actually meant that you don't let me get killed in some way. She already knows that, one way or another, I get myself somehow injured while I explore places.''

''Yeah, I figured that she meant that. She only went after me because she thought I hurt you,'' Springtrap said, frowning, with a look of guilt on his expression. ''Even if I didn't, I did prove that I'm a danger to you.''

He was a little confused when Sam gave him an irritated look.

''Springtrap, I know that you were suffering from a hallucination and that you weren't even aware of what you were doing. I know that you didn't want to hurt me,'' she said. ''If that weren't the case, what do you think why I would've gone after you?''

''Still, you shouldn't have…'' Springtrap looked in surprise at her as she cut him off.

''William, I am not giving up on you!'' Sam yelled at him. ''Seriously, I would've never forgiven you if had decided to refuse my help and just left.''

''Sam…'' Springtrap approached her, but she shook her head. She lowered her head, a look of guilt on her expression.

''I shouldn't have left you alone. I feel that what happened was actually my fault,'' Sam added. She was staring at the floor, wincing when she felt Springtrap placing his hand on her shoulder and looked up, noticing that he crouched down to be on her eye level.

''Sam, what happened wasn't your fault, but mine,'' Springtrap told her in a gentle tone. ''I was careless and I should've tried to fight back the hallucination instead of letting it overwhelm me. Also, I shouldn't have pushed you away.'' He sighed. ''I've been stressing over keeping you safe by trying to keep a distance and, ironically, that is what led to me accidentally hurting you. Just like…''

He closed his eyes. He had always been cold and distant towards his family, except for the rare moments when he actually acted like a loving parent. He always thought about his work, about himself, and his selfishness was what led to his family's demise.

''It was my fault,'' he whispered. ''It has always been my fault.''

He looked a little lost when Sam suddenly stepped away. She crossed her arms.

''No doubt about that,'' she said dryly, her eyes narrowed. Springtrap stood up, looking upset. ''Whom exactly have you tried to kill in your hallucination?''

''Henry,'' he muttered. ''I was at Fazbear's Fright.''

''You know, what terrified me the most wasn't the fact that you attempted to kill me, it was actually the expression you had while strangling me,'' Sam said. ''You looked so pleased, enjoying every moment of it. I can only imagine how it was for your former victims.''

Springtrap looked shocked. He stepped away from her, remembering her horror-stricken expression. The look of fear she had still haunted him.

''Of course, that bloodlust will be always a part of you. It seems like it's something you cannot escape,'' Sam added, stepping towards him. Springtrap gave her an unnerved look, then sighed.

''What should I do?'' he muttered, leaning against the wall.

''I think that's something you need to decide. I have already told you that I'm not giving up on you and that you shouldn't either,'' Sam told him in a confident tone.

''Thanks for the encouragement,'' Springtrap told her. ''Looks like you're the only person who believes there is still a shred of humanity left in me.''

''If there weren't, I would've been dead by now,'' Sam told him, now in a more serious tone. ''I guess its hard to accept that some kind of change is possible, especially when everyone else tells you that it will never happen.''

''I guess that, instead of stressing over my past, I should finally start proving that I'm not the same person that I was before,'' Springtrap told her, only to be surprised when she shook her head.

''You don't need to prove me anything. I already know that,'' Sam replied. ''If you want to prove anything to anyone, it should be to yourself.''

''I suppose you're right,'' Springtrap said, aware that he was fighting a losing battle. He knew that he wouldn't be able to persuade Sam to change her mind, and honestly, he didn't want to do that. ''Still, why are you so insistent on not giving up on me when everyone else did?''

''That's because I know how it feels when you have no one to support you,'' Sam said, her expression darkening. ''Even though I knew that Mum would help me out, I felt that, when I was at my lowest point in my life, that I should just give up on myself, keep my head down and just let people walk over me. I felt helpless, like I wouldn't be able to change anything about my situation. It took me a while to realize that I just couldn't do that to myself, but by then, it was already too late and my confidence had already been shattered.''

Springtrap felt bad for her. He understood that she felt truly alone as she tried to deal with the fact that she felt on her own skin just how awful people could be. Still, she somehow managed to fight back and try to find a way out of this mess. It wasn't much, but it seemed that she was satisfied with what she had achieved.

''When I saw you the last night on the stairs, I also remembered how I felt during that time,'' Sam said, a determined look on her expression. ''I had given up on myself and it was a horrible. I didn't want to let you experience the same.''

''Sam, I'm thankful for your support, but you shouldn't really bother so much…'' Springtrap trailed off when he saw Sam glaring at him. He sighed. ''I suppose that I cannot win this argument, right?''

''Exactly,'' Sam said in a satisfied tone. Springtrap then crouched down to be at her eye level.

''Okay, then,'' he said. ''I promise I won't give up on myself and try my best to make a change. Also, I'll let you help me as much as possible, and if there's an issue, we'll talk it out.''

''That's what I wanted to hear,'' Sam said, stepping towards him. Springtrap expected her to try to boop his nose, just to try to mess with him a little. Instead, he got almost knocked over when she hugged him. He was a little shocked, glancing at Sam in confusion as she buried her head into his chest. Honestly, he had no idea how to react to this.

However, he was glad to see her smiling when she stepped back. It felt really good to see that he managed to achieve at least what he wanted all along.

''Now that we both got that off our chests, we should focus on our upcoming task,'' he told her. Sam nodded, looking forward to it.

xXx

''Hi, Connor!'' Bella said, greeting the man inside the room. ''I guess I finally managed to find my way around the building.''

Connor nodded. He was back in his regular blue uniform, having set up Ricky to perform on the stage while he was on break.

''Hasn't your shift ended?'' he asked her.

''It did, but I'm still waiting for my roommate to pick me up,'' she replied. ''She still had something to do, but she said that she would arrive here soon.''

''I see,'' Connor muttered. ''What about your parents or your partner? Can't they pick you up from work?''

''My parents don't live here and I don't have a boyfriend,'' Bella admitted. ''It is a little annoying, but I'm managing it. Besides, I figured I needed to try and live on my own. You know, be independent.''

''I wish you luck with that,'' Connor told her.

''I heard that you'd be closing the building again,'' Bella said, with Connor shrugging. Her eyes narrowed. ''I heard that our night guard had been missing for a week. Another co-worker told me that the management gave him a call and told him that he was fired for not showing up at work. He never called back.''

''Really?'' Connor said, giving her a curious look. ''I wonder what happened.''

''Me too,'' Bella said. ''Anyways, I'm not sure whether they'll be hiring a new night guard or let someone from the closing shift do that job as some sort of 'promotion'.''

''Well, I've been here since the opening and the management likes to keep things such as 'lazy employees' private,'' Connor replied. ''I assume they'll indeed leave that routine to someone more experienced.''

''So, do you plan to get promoted to a night guard?'' Bella asked. Connor shook his head, chuckling.

''No, I'd rather stay in my role as Ricky,'' he said. ''Although, since I'm usually the last to leave, due to having to check on the animatronics, I might as well ask them whether they could give me that task. It wouldn't be much of a hassle for me and they won't have to spend money on someone who has no idea how things work here.''

''Ah, good luck with that, then,'' Bella said, her phone suddenly ringing as she got a message. ''That's my ride. I'll see you tomorrow then.''

Connor nodded, watching her as she left. He had to wonder what Bella's opinion on the animatronics was, whether she considered them interesting or not. After all, not everyone could appreciate them the way he did. Still, he knew that there were people who shared his ideas.

xXx

Springtrap glanced into the main area, with Quentin, Max and Ricky roaming through it. He assumed that Dahlia and Virgil were at the roaming through the rooms at the employee area and was also quite sure that Ricky's still hadn't hired a new night guard. So far, the animatronics hadn't seen him, which was a good thing. He didn't really want to check to see whether they still remembered that he wasn't part of their group. However, for this plan to work, they needed to hear him.

''Hello! Hi!''

His eyes glowed in a soft purple as he held up the dictaphone Sam had borrowed from Emma and played the recording.

''Hello!''

The animatronics had reacted, turning towards him. Their eyes were glowing as they stared at Springtrap, only to approach him. He waited for them to come closer and then quickly went towards where he assumed Dahlia and Virgil were. As he moved away from the main area, he held up the walkie-talkie.

''Your turn!''

He then quickly got into another corridor, avoiding Virgil. Dahlia was also behind him.

''HAHAHAHAH! HAHAHAHAH!''

He found it quite amusing that the animatronics were lured by the annoying recording of Balloon Boy's voice clip. It was nice to see it being used on someone else. He managed to get out of their sight and entered the costume room, listening to their steps as they passed by. Once they were gone, he quickly exited it and went back to the main area. However, he suddenly stopped when he saw Ricky at the other end of the corridor, moving away from him.

Springtrap waited a little, wondering if this was really worth the risk. It was something he wanted to get done while he still had the time and if his theory was right, there wouldn't be any problems. He frowned.

''Hey!'' he shouted, drawing Ricky's attention. The wolf animatronic's eyes glowed brightly as he looked at Springtrap. Then, he suddenly walked towards him, looking furious. Springtrap grinned, quickly making his way towards the main area.

''I'm in! Where are you?''

''I'll be there soon,'' Springtrap replied. ''Ricky's also coming.''

''Got it!''

He emerged at the main area, keeping his pace as he walked between the arcades towards the stage. He glanced back, noticing that Ricky briefly stopped, as he had lost the bunny animatronic, but quickly resumed once Springtrap drew his attention by playing BB's voice clip. Springtrap then quickly entered the room behind the stage, with Sam already waiting there for him. The two anxiously looked at the wolf animatronic, who approached them, but then stopped, as if he was standing in front of an invisible barrier.

''Just as I thought,'' Springtrap said, then reached out for the animatronic, grabbing his arms and dragged him into the room. Ricky at first snapped back at Springtrap, but the moment he entered the room, he stopped moving. His eyes were still glowing, but he stood there, completely frozen. Springtrap then pushed the wolf animatronic down and pulled out the wire that was connected to the animatronic's battery, effectively shutting him down.

''So, they really don't recognize this room,'' Sam said as she observed Springtrap examining Ricky.

''It seems so,'' Springtrap replied, briefly checking the inner wiring and the endoskeleton.

He wished he had the tools from his workshop with him, as they would help him dismantle and examine the animatronics in order to figure out how they worked, but it was obvious that that wouldn't happen. From what he had seen, the animatronic was quite generic, with additional features that made him distinct from the others, like the wolf ears and muzzle, but he had found something that caught his attention. It was a small black device connected to the animatronic's eyes and facial recognition system. Springtrap wanted to take it out and give it a closer examination, but he couldn't reach for it without damaging the surrounding wiring and parts. He frowned.

''This is strange,'' he muttered.

''What's wrong?'' Sam asked.

''I don't think this belongs to the animatronic,'' Springtrap said, pointing at the black device as he lifted the wiring that covered it. Sam took her flashlight and pointed at it, noticing that the device looked old and had scratches on it, looking completely different from the polished surfaces of the surrounding parts. It seemed as if someone jammed it into the animatronic.

''Can you get it out?'' Sam asked.

''No, at least not without damaging the animatronic,'' Springtrap said, putting the wires back. ''Even if I could, I don't have the necessary tools that would help me figure out what this device does.'' He stood up, feeling a little disappointed. ''Of course, I might be wrong and this was a part that simply got damaged.''

''However, you feel that this isn't right,'' Sam said, with Springtrap nodding. The two heard steps, with another animatronic getting into the room. They noticed Virgil walking past the door, with Sam glancing at Springtrap, who gave her a mischievous look. She narrowed her eyes and smirked. ''Go on.''

Springtrap's eyes flared purple as he looked at Virgil. He then exited the room, luring the owl animatronic inside, with Sam stepping back as it got a little crowded. Virgil, just as Ricky, stopped moving once he was inside the room. As Sam observed Springtrap turning the animatronic off and examining him, she got reminded of an image of a child playing with his newest toy. She grinned, stepping closer once Springtrap removed Virgil's mask to see whether he also had the same device as Ricky did. To their surprise, he didn't.

''I guess I was right about the device,'' Springtrap said, placing Virgil's mask back and dragging the animatronic outside the room. ''Although, maybe I should also examine Max, Dahlia and Quentin.''

''It wouldn't be a bad idea, but we cannot stay here for too long,'' Sam told him. ''We still need to check the hidden room.''

''You're right,'' Springtrap said as he connected the wire back to the battery. Virgil's eyes started to glow and he flapped his wing-like arms.

''Did you know that rabbits cannot live off carrots?'' Virgil suddenly said, with Springtrap stepping away from him, a little startled. It seemed that the owl didn't register that it was after hours. ''Their teeth never stop growing, their vision covers nearly 360 degrees and they're real good jumpers. According to Guinness World Records, the highest rabbit jump reached 3.26 feet off the ground and the farthest reached nearly 10 feet. There are even rabbit jumping competitions where owners can show off their pets' agility.''

''I didn't know that. Interesting,'' Springtrap said, tilting his head as Virgil walked away. He turned back to Sam, who looked quite amused.

''Let's get this over with,'' she said, pointing at the mirror, only to get startled when she heard banging. She frowned, trying to gently move away the mirror, but it was quite heavy. Springtrap stepped next to her and lifted it, with Sam finding a small panel behind it with some kind of switch. She flicked it, hearing a click sound. Springtrap lowered the mirror and the two looked at the wall as it popped open a little. The banging sounds were now louder.

As the door hadn't had a handle, Springtrap reached for the edge and opened it fully. Sam pointed her flashlight at the room, noticing that it was a little bigger than the room they were currently in, but it seemed to be empty. They glanced at each other and entered it, with Springtrap in lead, carefully looking around. It didn't take them long to spot the figure in the corner of the room, leaned against the wall. Sam pointed her flashlight at it, gasping as she and Springtrap recognized it.

It was an animatronic, about the same height as Springtrap. The suit it had was black, with artificial feathers covering the torso and arms, giving it a ruffled look. It had a grey beak and legs, with the toes being shaped like talons. It's eyes were black and it reminded Sam of some kind of large black bird.

''A crow? Or a raven?'' she muttered, glancing at Springtrap. ''I'd say that it's supposed to be a raven.''

''This is the animatronic that was decommissioned,'' he said, frowning.

''Why would they leave it here?'' Sam asked, with Springtrap stepping closer and crouching next to it.

''I don't know,'' he said, tilting his head. ''If this was Freddy's, I wouldn't have been surprised to see this guy here. After all, they hid the Spring Bonnie suit and pretended it never existed. However, this raven animatronic wasn't even part of Ricky's Wonder Shack, yet it is here.''

He then reached out for the animatronic, planning to examine it. However, before he could do that, not only did he saw static covering his vision, but there was also a weird buzzing sound that irritated his senses. He clutched his head, standing up and backing away from the raven animatronic. The static and the buzzing sound stopped.

''Spring, are you okay?'' Sam asked in a worried tone.

''Yeah, I'm fine,'' Springtrap replied, feeling a little confused. What he just felt wasn't a hallucination, but rather something different. He stared at the raven animatronic. ''Something's wrong with it.''

Suddenly, the animatronic started to trash around, opening its beak and let out a loud screech. Sam covered her ears, her head hurting from the loud sound. However, something felt wrong about it. It was mechanical, but she felt as if she heard something else. She glanced at Springtrap, who was staring at the animatronic, looking stunned. He then turned to her.

''Sam, we need to get out of this place,'' he said. ''Now!''

She nodded, quickly following him outside. She briefly glanced back at the animatronic, who was trashing again, his eyes glowing brightly. Springtrap quickly closed the door, with both of them hearing a click as it got automatically locked.

Sam looked into the main area, surprised to see it being empty. She glanced back at Springtrap, who nodded, and they quickly made their way out of the building. To their luck, they only saw Max coming towards them just as they closed the back entrance and locked it. Sam glanced at Springtrap, looking stunned.

''What was that?''

Before Springtrap could answer her, they heard a car approaching the building and quickly hid in the alley. They saw the car stopping at the parking lot, with a man in his mid-20s exiting it. Sam noticed that he had brown hair and wore a blue shirt, which was the uniform of the employees who worked at Ricky's Wonder Shack. Sam then felt a tug on her shoulder and turned to Springtrap.

''We need to leave,'' he whispered. She nodded and quickly followed him.

xXx

Connor entered the building through the back door, noticing Max in the hallway suddenly turning towards him. He smirked, taking out a small black remote-like device and pushed the button on it. The cat animatronic suddenly stopped, staring at him as the man walked past, looking completely unperturbed by the animatronic's strange reaction.

''I'll deal with you and your friends later,'' Connor muttered under his breath, briefly glancing at Max.

He then entered the main area, walking over to the room behind the stage. Dahlia, Quentin and Virgil were also inside, but they made no move towards him. Connor looked around curiously, noticing that Ricky was missing.

''Where could he be?'' he said, only for his attention to be drawn by the open door that led to the room behind the stage. He looked inside it, seeing Ricky being leaned against the wall and turned off. He frowned, knowing well that he wasn't the one who left him like this. However, he knew that he wouldn't find out who did it either, as he was the one who kept the cameras off during the night.

Deciding to deal with this later, he stepped towards the mirror, lifting it up and turning the switch, which unlocked the hidden door. Stepping inside, he saw the raven-like animatronic trashing around, his black eyes glowing brightly as he noticed Connor.

''It's time to move away, buddy,'' Connor told the animatronic. ''I'm sorry, but I can't keep you here.''

The animatronic suddenly screeched, trashing even more when Connor approached him, but he was unable to stand up. He looked almost afraid of the man.

''I know it hurts, but I promise you, the pain will eventually stop,'' Connor said, but the animatronic didn't stop. Connor frowned, then reached over for the wire and disconnected it from the battery. The animatronic stopped trashing, but his eyes were still glowing. ''Seems like you still haven't figured out how to move properly.''

He stood up, staring at the animatronic. However, his mind was focused on that strange bunny he saw, and his glowing purple eyes. He had to wonder whether his mind was just playing a trick on him, or whether the bunny was real. If it was indeed real, then…

''Didn't Freddy's have some kind of bunny animatronic?'' he muttered, then smirked. ''Maybe I should look into it a little more.''

He needed to know. He needed to find out whether he could stand on the line between life and death.

xXx

''That was absolutely insane!'' Sam said as she and Springtrap walked back home. ''That animatronic, the Raven, he's completely different than Ricky and the others.''

''So, you're calling him The Raven?'' Springtrap asked.

''Or just Raven,'' Sam said, shrugging. ''The point is, that screech we heard; it wasn't purely mechanical. Hell, it sounded like he was in pain.''

''Not only that,'' Springtrap said, frowning. Sam looked at him with a curious look on her expression. ''When he screeched, I could swear that I saw something else. It looked like some kind of distorted face, but with its eyes gouged out. It was only brief and I doubt that it was a hallucination.''

''So, you think that Raven might be haunted?'' Sam asked. Springtrap nodded.

''However, it does feel strange. I mean, I saw other haunted animatronics, but this guy doesn't give me the same vibe,'' Springtrap explained. ''I just can't figure out why.''

''I'm sure we'll find out what exactly happened. I bet it is related to that accident that caused him to become decommissioned,'' Sam said. ''Speaking of which, who was that guy? The new night guard?''

''Actually, I saw that man before,'' Springtrap replied. ''It was during our first night there. I told you that someone lingered in the room with the costumes and I'm quite sure that it was him.''

''It could be possible that he's Ricky's actor,'' Sam said. ''If that's true, than he may have come tonight to check on the animatronics, specifically, on Raven.''

''He'll know that we were there,'' Springtrap said, with a look of guilt on his expression. ''I forgot to activate Ricky when we left.''

''It doesn't matter anymore. We have the information we need,'' Sam said. ''Now we need to find out what was that accident that caused Raven to be decommissioned and for that, we need to go to the Machinations Factory.''

''Right,'' Springtrap nodded. He was already looking forward to it, although, there was still something else on his mind, something that bothered him. If he's trying to create haunted animatronics, he doesn't seem to be really good at it. If he's aware of that, he probably won't stop until he's satisfied. After all, he doesn't have the knowledge that I have.

Springtrap turned to Sam, with a determined look on his expression.

''Rest assured, I won't let anyone copy what I had achieved,'' he said, with Sam nodding. ''Those haunted animatronics – they're my legacy.''

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