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#his other ear fell off while i was chasing children on halloween#skeksis#the dark crystal#KIND OF hes also very inspired by the griffin from the storyteller
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I loved your Halloween fic!!!!
Would you consider writing a follow up where Wanda and Vision finally get to walk down the yellow brick road 😉😉 once trick or treating is done and the kids are asleep? Maybe they have to take a shower to get all the makeup and stuff off???
Love everything you write!!!
Make sure you check out part 1 first!
Explicit for suuuuure
"Looks like the kids are down for the count. I never thought a sugar crash would be our saving grace, but there you have it." Vision plopped himself on the bed, straw pieces littering the bed with every movement. He and his costume had been positively spent and he found himself no longer caring where the bits of his costume fell. “The night is officially over.”
Wanda came in from the bathroom, meticulously removing both of her earrings with a thoughtful glance. "That wasn't too bad now was it?"
"You do have to admit...” Vision grunted softly, pushing himself up so that he was leaning on his elbows against the bed. “Your costumes are a bit...outdated." His face scrunched at the word, his lips tugging outwards as his eyes scanned her perfect form. The blue and white checkered pattern suited her quite nicely, a small slip of fabric hugging her waist together in a most delicious way that only stopped once it twisted around itself to form the bow that sat at the small of her back.
"Outdated?” She scoffed, making her way towards him. Placing the earrings on the nightstand, she leaned over him and placed one delicate kiss on his lips. “I think you look quite handsome if I do say so myself."
"Mm, thank you, darling." As she pulled back, he followed her sneaking in one last kiss before she stood up straight. “Yours is definitely worth all the fuss. I think I could get used to seeing you in little numbers like that.”
“Oh yeah?” She giggled, sauntering toward the bathroom with exaggerated movements. Her hips swung back and forth as she peered over at him with a loving glance. "Maybe you should help me get this little number off then. Find something else you'd enjoy more?" Wanda leaned against the bathroom door, daring him to follow after her with teasing eyes.
Vision cocked his head to the side, a knowing smile gracing his lips.
"Pretty sure we're supposed to follow that yellow brick road, hm? You wouldn't want to keep me from finding my way home, would you Mr. Scarecrow?"
Vision chuckled, pushing himself to his feet as he closed the distance between them. "I'm pretty sure we can drop all that, yeah? Maybe it's not quite as sexy as I thought it was." Slipping his hand around her waist, he used his right to trace the edge of her jaw, pulling her lips up to meet his.
"Worth a shot." Wanda shrugged, grinning up at him. "Maybe we should just...take this off and put things back in order."
"I think that would be for the best."
They kept their eyes locked on each other. Wanda reached around her back, slowly undoing the bow that kept her little dress tight around her body. She turned, silently asking for help with the zipper. Vision complied, brushing her hair out of the way as he steadily pulled the zipper all the way down her back.
Slipping his hands beneath the fabric, he ran his cool digits along her skin, tracing the indentation of her back until he reached her shoulders. He flicked the straps off of her shoulders allowing the entirety of the dress to fall to the floor, revealing her voluptuous body.
He allowed his fingers to explore her skin, tracing over the patterns of her black bra. With a soft sigh, she turned in his arms, stretching her arms around his neck and pulled him down for another kiss.
"No fair," she breathed against him, peering down at his still clothed body.
Vision laughed. " I wouldn't even know where to begin to take this thing off." He raised his arms slightly, feeling as if he had been sewn inside this blasted thing, and as the person who did the sewing, she knew full well what she had done.
"Can't you just...?" Wanda's eyebrows danced, moving in all sorts of directions in implication. "Plus...you gotta change...all that anyway." She circled her finger around his face, a dazzling smile crossing her face. "If I'm going to make love to my husband then I'm going to make love to my husband."
"Ah...right." His human disguise dissipated, giving way to the reddish-purple tint of his normal outward appearance. Changing forms gave himself the opportunity to shed his costume, leaving him in nothing but his black boxers. His wife gazed up at him, her approval evident.
“Much better...”
Vision set to work where he left off earlier in the night, peppering kisses along the nape of her neck. Teasing his cool fingers along the sides of bare skin, eliciting all sorts of sighs and squeaks as he made his way around her body. He could feel Wanda’s warm fingers make their way along his hard chest, the temperature difference sending shivers through his very core. Soft moans escaped her lips, nagging him on until it was his tongue trailing along her soft, delicate skin. While he couldn’t taste in the same way a human could, he could still feel the metallic tang rest along his tongue. He could take in her heat if nothing else, only growing more pronounced as he made his desires known.
Not allowing himself to rush, Vision took his time as he worked his way up her neck drawing out all sorts of delicious noises from Wanda’s lips as she wrapped her arms around him. Her fingertips scraping along the sensitive part at the base of his neck only driving him mad.
Finally making his way to her mouth, Vision crashes his lips to her, his hand trailing back down to the tip of her waist as she pressed against him. The passion between them built by the moment, pulling each other closer until air no longer existed between them.
Wanda hops and wraps her legs around his waist and he carries her to the bed, stripping off her panties in one quick motion. She arched her back, hurriedly removing her bra, never breaking their kiss as he climbs on top of her. Tossing her underwear to the side, she allowed her fingers to explore his body once more, reaching down to tease him through his boxers. A powerful feeling exploded within him as she ran a finger along his cock, coaxing him forward.
Happily obliging, Vision pressed himself against her center, teasing the folds with the bulge keeping them apart. The feeling of her warmth against his swollen muscle drew him, easily phasing through the last of his clothes until he was completely engulfed within her.
Despite her attempts to keep herself quiet, Wanda’s whines dripped from her lips unashamed as he buried himself within her. She bit her bottom lip, digging her fingernails into the plates on his back as she braced herself for the friction that built up between them.
He kept a steady rhythm, her warmth drawing him deeper as he gripped the sheets beneath them. Wanda traced her fingers along his cheeks, pulling him down for another hungry kiss.
They moved together, keeping a uniformed pace as he closed the distance between them again and again.
Vision could feel as she reached her climax, her walls tensing against his member as she tried desperately to keep herself quiet for their children’s sake. She never could quite get that right, though they had been lucky those same children were hard sleepers. He hurried his pace, hoping to help her along as she fell over the edge.
Her breathing staggered, her heart rate increased as she began to convulse, biting her bottom lip to keep herself from screaming as he chased his own release. Vision was never far behind, her soft and desperate expressions only pushing him faster towards his own convulsions.
His systems erupted with pleasure as his programming replicated the experience of an orgasm. The intense feeling overtook him, squeezing his eyes tight as he allowed it to wash over him. Wanda’s fingers danced along his arms, determined to catch her breath as his movements slowed.
Vision kept himself towered over her as she caught her breath. She leaned her head back for a moment, sweat peppering her brow. “Now we’re definitely going to need a shower. Care to join me?”
“I wouldn’t miss it for the world,” Vision answered, pressing his lips hard against hers one last time into a deep kiss. Even after all this time together, her kisses sent electricity throughout his entire system. They spent a moment just absorbing each other in a truly blissful, happy moment. With a smile and a quick kiss on the nose, Vision pulled away from her as she giggled beneath him.
Following her to the bathroom, the two spent the night consumed with one another.
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Costume Conundrum
A/N: This is going to be a bit of a wild one. I was given a prompt by the lovely @badsext, and since I’m extra, I’ve decided to extend the prompt into three characters, and three scenarios. Depending on when I get this done, they’ll come out all across October. This is the Klaus x fem! reader one!!
Warnings: people being very cishet, general halloween spookiness
“Klaus, where in the name of God are you taking me?” I ask, as he blindfolded me while walking down the sidewalk.
“Don’t worry about it, don’t worry. You’re in good hands, I promise!” he says, rubbing your shoulder to reassure you.
“Uh, good hands my ass, you tripped over a rock and almost sliced half your leg open Klaus.” you said, rolling your eyes under the cloth.
“Goodness, it’s like you don’t trust me at all.” he whines, most likely putting a hand to his chest.
“No, that’s not it, you’re just a clumsy klutz sometimes and for a person with a blindfold, I don’t know if I want to trust you right now.” you reply, ending the conversation.
The two of you continue for a few more minutes, Klaus guiding you as you walk, your hands getting gradually sweaty. His hands drifted just a little bit, resting on the small of your back, and rubbing it tenderly, trying to calm your nerves. He always did that if mischief was going to be involved with any type of activity of his. Just like the time that you and he snuck into a viewing of Avengers:Endgame and yelled out “falsehood” every time someone was lying. Yeah, you two weren’t allowed back in that theater for another year, turns out that some people actually wanted to watch the movie. Oh well.
“Ahh, we’ve arrived my dear.” Klaus says, taking your blindfold off.
You opened your eyes, and as they adjusted to the sun. Upon them finally calming down, you found yourself in front of a Halloween Costume shop. Halloween was approaching quite quickly, and you found yourself wondering what you were going to be. It seems as though Klaus had the same idea. He’d been talking about taking you to a costume shop for eons it seemed, and now he finally got the chance to do it.
“Oh dear, I hope we won’t get banned from this one. You know what happened last time Klaus.” you said, looking at him with a half-stern look on your face.
“Look, it’s not my fault that they don’t have the Sexy Nurse outfit in my size, alright.” Klaus, said, pouting.
You both entered the shop, and it was close to empty, a few parents and their children picking out cute little outfits, witches, unicorns, even a Disney Princess here and there. Before you two could really get involved with each costume, and the elements around it, a conversation caught your ears from the other aisle.
“Mommy, I want to be a princess this year.” a little boy, about 6 said to his mother, who looked appalled at his statement.
“No, little boys can’t be princesses. What about this pirate costume over here, or the Frankenstein one?” she said, trying to drag him away from the frilly dress.
“It’s Frankenstein’s monster, and that story is scary, and it makes me scared.” he said, whining out his response. Tears started to form in his eyes, and Klaus decided to speak up to the mother.
“Hey, you should let him be a princess, or whatever he wants to be. Clothes don’t have a gender, and neither does color, ma’am. Not that big of a deal to let him be a princess if he wants to be. Never hurt to let a child express their feelings.” he said, and upon seeing him, the little boy’s eyes sparked with joy.
Klaus was wearing one of their more expressive outfits today. They were wearing a strawberry skirt, and a plain white shirt on top of it, and tan sandals, a pair of yours. Their curls were tied up, a couple spilling out from the containment. They were always trying to display themselves as neutral as possible, never really deciding on one thing. You were always proud whenever they went to the store, and came out with frills, or a rainbow striped top. It made you bubble up with joy to see them stand up for him.
“Well, wouldn’t you know a thing or two about raising kids.” the mother said, crossing her arms at the site of Klaus, not realizing what she was getting herself into.
“I mean, I had an abusive father, and a robot as a mother, and a chimpanzee as a butler. I’ve traveled through time three times, died twice, and lived to tell the story. Nothing like that’ll stop me from educating people on helping their children realize something.” he replied, crossing their arms as well.
“I’m not taking advice from someone like you, thinking it’s okay to dress like that.” she said, looking Klaus up and down, then looking disapprovingly at you. “Let’s go, Timmy, I’ll get you something from online.”
The little boy started to cry, and you both urged her not to budge. She was dragging him along by the hand, but she stopped at the front register, as one of her friends was at the front. You knew that she’d be there for at least another hour, giving the two of you to use a collective brain cell to conjure an idea. Meanwhile, you both drifted to the older costumes, looking at the options. Of course, we have the stereotypical couples costumes, hotdogs and buns, power sockets, Adam and Eve, and the oh-so-charming bun and bun maker. Klaus floated over to where you were, in the women’s section, and started cutting the options.
“Alright, so we have fucked up tinker bell, tigers, lions, and bears oh my, and sexy nurses.” you say, pinching your nose.
“Oh, come on, we’ll make it fun. I’ll try them on with you.” Klaus offers, putting his hand out for you to shake. You agree, grabbing the tightest ones off of the shelf, along with a questionably orange one.
Klaus heads to the dressing room, and you wait outside, tempted to strip and put on your own costume in the open, since there were only two dressing rooms, one of which had a suspicious stain, the other Klaus occupied.
“Klaus, hurry up, I haven’t got all day.” you say, already sliding on the top and bottoms of your costume, trying to hide yourself.
They open the curtain, and you gulp at the sight. The sexy nurse costume was of course Klaus’ first choice. It covered barely anything, and you could see his ribs poke out from the cropped shirt.
“Come get your medicine children.” they say, slowly walking towards you, until you both hear a small rip.
Uh oh
“Klaus, what did you rip this time?” you ask, walking towards him in your costume, which he didn’t notice, but you inspected him, and turned him, trying to find where his body ripped the tight costume.
“I think it ripped in the ass which makes since, my cakes are plentiful.” they said, shrugging.
They left the costume on, and waited outside while you were getting changed properly, in front of a mirror this time. You put the straps on correctly, and attached the different clips, trying to make sure that everything was in its’ correct place. You opened the door, and revealed yourself to Klaus. Their jaw dropped, and he hovered over you, looking from different angles, concluding that no matter how he looked at you, you looked phenomenal.
“Am I spooky enough?” you ask, putting your hands on your hips, doing a mini hair flip.
“I’m just pissing my pants thinking about this costume, Jesus Christ.” they say, chuckling.
You walk down the same costume aisle, acting like you were on a runway. On the way, you picked up too-big sunglasses and neon pink feather boas, spinning on the way back to him. Klaus picked some up too, and the two of you ran around the store, chasing each other. Different songs came on the intercom, and the two of you danced, but of course, Klaus had to trip over a rack of makeup, and different powders spilled on top of them, causing him to giggle uncontrollably.
“Get up, get up, we’re gonna get in trouble. Come on Klaus, let’s go!” you said, urging him to stand up in his 5 inch platforms from another costume, trying not to laugh.
The security ended up chasing the two of you out of there, but not before you two could give the little boy what he wanted, a cute little dress, with frills. You two even handed him a canister of glitter, just in case. He smiled, and said goodbye to the two of you, just as the security doubled in size.
“See, I told you it was gonna be fun.” Klaus said, kissing you on the cheek, and hugging you from behind. It was getting nighttime, and you both had a bit to walk. However, you two were dead tired, and you got onto a public transport bus, getting stares from the passengers onboard. You two simply shrugged it off, and fell asleep right as the bus took off, only to get rudely kicked off at your stop. The two of you stumbled into your home, messily unlocking the door, and falling onto the couch immediately, sleeping until noon.
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Mirrorverse- TrekTober2020
So, I’m doing this challenge, only 1 prompt a week so I’m not stressing myself and getting burnt out but I’m still excited to do this! I love the idea I went with here but no spoilers. @trektober-challenge
TW: Torture, Blood, References to Death & Gore- Don’t read if this will harm you, it’s just a fanfic, it’s not worth risking your healthy over
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The room was dark, the lights on the walls were turned down low, leaving just enough light for the seven of them to sneak across and climb into the separate chamber. The chamber was just as dark as the main room. It was smaller, just large enough for a group to observe with a rectangular, one- way, glass screen.
Jim stood at the front of their group, his hands resting on the window ledge, Spock to his right, Bones to his left, behind him were Uhura, Sulu and Chekov.
He watched as their two allies, in this universe, prepared a tray of medical instruments. They were the only two people who helped them so far, and who seemed to have a hint of a moral code. This universe’s Dr. McCoy and Nurse Chapel.
He could distantly hear them conversing just as the room was flooded with light and a footsteps echoed into the chamber.
It was Kirk, his counterpart, accompanied by three security guards. His very presence made a sickness flood his stomach, made his hair stand on end and hands clench.
“Here he is,” Said the evil Captain. “Ensign Peters,”
Dr. McCoy looked up from the tray with his singular eye, he stepped towards the shaking crewmen. His hands were still as he gripped the man’s chin and turned his head left and right, inspecting his shiny face.
“What did he do?” He asked, Nurse Chapel joining his side.
“He disobeyed my orders,” Said Kirk.
The Medics rolled their eyes, “What did you do?” Dr. McCoy aimed his question at the person in hand, beginning to circle him as Kirk tapped his foot and glared at his ally.
“I killed eight natives, sir,”
Kirk barked a laugh and hit his arm, hard enough to make the ensign warrant rubbing his arm. “Just natives?”
“Eight children,”
Dr. Mccoys eyes widened, Nurse Chapel’s eyebrows shot into her head. His steady hands quaked as he said hoarsely, “You killed eight children,”
“More importantly, he had the audacity to disobey my orders, that’s one step away from trying to overthrow me!”
Jim felt sick, sick at the thought of eight innocent children dying for this horrific empire, this horrific universe. Felt sick as his alternate self barely batted an eye at the idea that someone under his authority killed eight youths.
“I won’t dispute your blatant lack of morality at the current time, Captain,” Spat the Doctor. “But what state do you want us to leave him in?”
“Leave him alive,” And with that the Captain left, his guards following him closely.
The crew were silent, speculating at what ‘Leave him alive,’ could mean. There had to be a reason why these two were allowed to act so much more freely than anyone else. Bones had hopefully thought it was because they were healers, medics, but Jim’s gut told him differently.
They’d arrived in this universe after beaming down during an ion storm. It had been a wild goose chase around the ship ever since they’d landed, this version of Jim seemed hell bent on finding himself and killing him with this own hands. There had been too many close calls, too little safety- until they found Dr. McCoy and Nurse Chapel. So far, the people in sickbay were the only people with a sense of moral duty and ethics in the entire ship- maybe the entire universe
He looked back at Dr. McCoy and Nurse Chapel, who were pulling Ensign Peters over to a chair and attaching him to it. Chapel picked up a lone hypo and stabbed his neck, saying only, “You won’t be falling unconscious any time soon ” as she grinned, a malicious glint in her eye.
Dr. McCoy circled the Ensign for a while. Every now and then he would stroke his face, pull his hair or flick his skull.
He stroked his chin and said, “Where did you shoot the first child? Hm?” While sitting down on the chair Nurse Chapel expertly placed under him. She handed him a short scalpel as he lifted Peters’ shirts. “Was it here?”
The scalpel sliced a tiny crack into his pale, sickly sweaty skin, the blood trickling down and dripping into the still hands of the doctor.
“No.”
Dr. McCoy raised an eyebrow and held his hand out for a larger blade, this one slightly glowing from the heat radiating off it.
“Well, where did you shoot the first child?”
Ensign Peters went to speak, then made a gagging noise as his tongue was pulled out of his throat. Nurse Chapel snatched the knife from the doctor’s hand and in an instant the slab of muscle was lying on the stained floor.
A sizzle broke out as their Leonard gasped, stepping backwards as he mumbled over and over, “How could they do that,” rubbing his face as he did so.
Jim looked back and saw that the viscous couple hadn’t gotten too much further in their charade, having sat back to listen to the gargled screams of the Ensign.
“We didn’t tell you to speak, did we?” Nurse Chapel spat and handed back the hot knife.
He asked again, “Where did you shoot the first child?” and grinned as the Ensign shakily pointed at the area of flesh where his achilles was. “That wasn’t too hard, was it?“
Their Leonard fell backwards into Spock, barely breathing as the Vulcan rubbed circles into his back, he turned into his shoulder, unable to watch any longer. It could almost be called cute, if the circumstances for this display of affection weren’t so horrifying.
Jim had to pull his attention away again, and let his ears chip back into the gargled screams of the Ensign, whose gut was still sizzling from where Dr. McCoy had stabbed him.
Everything went so quickly from there.
Chapel handed McCoy a mallet which went crunching into his collarbone, next was a long slash with a dull knife in his neck, then they slowly carved away his cheek muscles. He couldn’t watch anymore, couldn’t stand and let them carve an Ensign, not innocent but still human, like a pumpkin for Halloween.
He stormed out, followed by Uhura and Sulu and yelled. "Stop!"
Dr. McCoy looked up briefly, a Cheshire cat grin on his face as Nurse Chapel stroked a blood soaked chunk of hair out of his eye. He turned the handle of the grubby knife in his hand as he turned back and cut four thin slits into the Ensign’s chest.
"I told you to stop!” Jim cried as he ran towards the Doctor and threw himself onto his back.
He managed to get his arm around his throat, groaning as he tightened more and more until Dr. McCoy was drawn backwards. The heavy sound of his panting filled the air. Eyes popping out of his head, he began to scratch his stubby fingernails against Jim’s tanned skin.
Sweat beaded on Jim’s forehead, arms fatigued from tensing. His own pants were starting to drown out the Doctor’s as he drooped. One foot skimmed the ground. Doctor McCoy took his chance.
He bent forwards, clutching Jim’s arms and used Jim’s weakening grip to his advantage. In one swoop, he pulled the arms from his bruised neck and shot upwards. The Captain fell unconscious in the corner with a smack.
Uhura gasped, only giving Sulu a look before they ran in unison to continue the fight.
She caught one, two, three, of the knives thrown at her, barely cutting her fingers. Sulu stopped a punch before it touched him. A smile crept up onto Dr.McCoy’s face as he turned, picked up the closest blade and stabbed it into his shoulder.
The rest of the crew thundered out of the hiding room, Chekov joined Sulu, giving him a quick once over before kicking his knee upwards into the Doctor’s chest. Spock watched Uhura wipe a thin layer of sweat off her forehead and nod at him, letting him pinch Nurse Chapel’s neck.
Bones ran towards the Captain, hands steady, breath quivering. He turned his face gently in his hands, feeling his skull as he hissed at the sticky blood oozing from an invisible crack. Light scratches, also speckled with blood, littered his arms as he got to work cleaning and mending the visible wounds.
Uhura ran from the uncomfortable form of Chapel and kicked both communicators towards herself with one swish of her leg as she slid next to the Captain.
“What do you need?” She asked, quickly disabling the communicators.
“I need a sickbay or a hospital, I don’t have the equipment to check for any internal injuries here,” They lay him out carefully, holding their breath as Leonard wrapped a thick, solid neck support around Jim’s neck. “But, since they’ll find out about what we’ve done to their head torturers, we should probably get back to our sickbay,”
“Agreed,” She said, jumping as Dr. McCoy fell to the floor with a thud. Spock had evidently used his Vulcan Neck Pinch again.
The crew regrouped at the wall where the unconscious Jim was lying. Bones made quick work of Sulu’s stab wound and the various other knicks and scratches they’d all accumulated.
Spock lifted the Captain into his arms, making sure to support his neck. Everyone took one more glance at the unconscious couple before rushing out the door and to the Transporter Room, where they beamed off, hoping and praying that they landed in their universe.
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AU Willard’s family Halloween
Warnings: mostly fluff, dash of angst
This goes along with the rest of my Willard series. Read HERE if you haven’t and want to.
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Two –year-old Arvin and one-year- old Rose bud were excited for the Halloween festivities. This was due to Willard getting them all excited when he came home from work that blustery Fall even of October 31st, 1966. He was going to take them and his wife Samantha to where the homes were a little closer together so they could go door to door yelling trick or treat,
The kids were dressed all in white with some of their Mother’s pancake makeup on and black around their eyes in a goulash manner. Samantha wore a beautiful Cleopatra costume. Willard’s eyes about popped out of his head when he saw her. He was the Monster he always thought himself to be. Plus, the makeup covered some bruising from an “accident at work” as he told his wife.
She was no fool. Samantha knew he had gotten in a fight of some sort. But this night was not the time to confront him. She wanted the children to have fun with their Daddy traipsing around the good neighborhood for candy. After that she had a cocktail party to host. She had worked on making the decorations and setting a cheap menu of snacks for their guests. Willard had carved the pumpkins with the children watching in amazement. They helped him make scare crows for outside also.
Willard loved that the children seemed to be unfazed by scary creepy story of the headless horseman he told them that night before they left the house. They piled into the truck to head to the good part of town where people could afford Hersey Bars. A thick sold block of chocolate goodness the family could share for days.
Willard carried Rose bud on his shoulders the whole night. Arvin toddled together with his Mother giddy as could be. All the homes were giving out more candy than they could have imagined. Chocolate, gum, apples, pears, popcorn balls and candy corn filled their pillowcases.
“I think we have done real good, don’t you think, Mother?” Willard shook the full case he held for Rose Bud. “Time to call it. Some little ghosts need to get home to sleep.”
“Aw pa.” Arvin whined chocolate covered his face from what he ate along the way. “I gots lots of room in my bag.”
“Now boy you mind me.” He looked at his boy sternly. “I’ll give you a wallop when we get home if you don’t.”
The boy hid behind his Mother.
“No more fussing Arvin.” His Mother had a gentler demeanor. “Your Father knows what is best. It is time to go home to bed.”
Arvin pouted his bottom lip. He did not let Willard see this. He knew his Daddy would make good on the walloping he threatened the boy with. When they arrived home Arvin stomped into the house straight to his room.
“That boy is asking for it tonight, Samantha.” He carried his sleeping baby girl into the house.
Samantha kissed his cheek and her daughter’s forehead. “I’ll give him a talking to tonight. You tuck her in bed.”
“I’ll do that but don’t let that boy mouth off to you.” Willard warned her. “Discipline is good for him. You can’t coddle him so much.”
“Yes, Sir.” She murmured in his ear making him grin as she left his side. Arvin was trying to hide his chocolate in his closet when Samantha came in his room. “Bedtime young man.”
Arvin sprung into bed. “I will go bed but I ain’t tired, Ma”
“You’ll be sleepin’ soon enough.” She smiled tucking the covers under his chin and kissed right between his eyes. “Go to sleep now little bug.” She took the candy to refrigerate so it didn’t melt.
“Ma, That’s mine.” Go to sleep Arvin. You don’t want me to send your Father in her.
Arvin slid back under the covers without another word.
Willard was sitting in his favorite recliner when she came out from the kitchen. “Come over her a minute sweetie.”
She took a few steps towards him and he just pulled her on to his lap. She giggled as her kissed her neck. “Willard, I have to get the party put out before our guests get here.”
“Just one kiss for your favorite monster.” Willard looked at his wife expectantly.
“You are not a monster, love.” Samantha gave her husband the kiss he had been craving. She almost regrets setting up this party when she rather spend time with her husband without the child awake. “I love you Willard.”
“I love you, Sam.” He let her get up. “Did I tell you how sexy you look as Cleopatra?”
“Oh, stop.” She flushed. “I have work to do. Watch your Vincent Price movie until our guests arrive.”
She rushed around setting things up in the small space. Made fresh cookies. Willard swiped one when she put them out. “That better be the last one you try to swipe before the guests get here. You can be just as ornery as your son, you know.”
“Sorry.” He went to sit back down. “Maybe you should punish me later.”
“Hush that dirty mouth before I wash it out with soap.”
Willard chuckled as the bell rang. When he opened the door four couples were waiting to enter with cover dishes the woman had made to add to the party delights Samantha prepared. He smiled with his wife right beside him and invited them in for the evening. He loved watching his wife flit around making sure all her guest felt at home in their home.
He chatted with Richard, Chuck, Chris and Todd who he worked with, while the woman shared gossip and recipes. The ladies joined the men after a while to play a game of couples Pictionary. Willard and Samantha were so in sync the others jokingly accused them of being able to read reach other’s thoughts. They laughed at the jest.
As the witching hour approached their company called it a night. They all said they had a lovely time and could not wait until the Russels threw another cocktail party. Willard and Samantha thanked them all before sending them on their way.
“I think that went pretty well.” Willard helped clean up the decorations eating the last cookie.
“It did.” She eyed him as he sucked down the goodie. “I thought you were Frankenstein’s monster not a cookie monster.” Samantha giggled.
He growled low starting to chase her around the house. “I’ll eat you next, Princess.”
She ran screaming. Even if they woke up the children knew not to come out of their rooms when they heard Mamma and Daddy playing. Willard would whip their bottoms if they did.
He chased his wife into the bedroom and shut the door. She was laughing by the time she fell on to the bed exhausted. She took off the wig she was wearing and tossed it on to the dresser. “I think you caught me monster. I guess you are going to eat me alive now.” She grinned.
“You know it.” Willard pulled off his cloth before going in for the kill.
The whole family would remember this night as one of the best Halloweens they every had together.
#Halloween fan fiction#halloween#willard russel#willard and samantha#the devil all the time fanfic#fan fiction#fluff#bill skarsgard
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this has been a long time coming
ive detached from jack / dont watch jack anymore. i’ve poured so much into this story that involved the egos that i just....can’t let it go. so, im making ocs for the story instead.
inspired by @lilakennedy . . . here is some info about my boys
Marvin the Magnificent➜ Marvin Lir MacKenna
age: 27- from the 1920s
Brown wavy hair that goes to past his ears a bit
Blue eyes
Height: 5′7″
irish & welsh ( mother from wales father from ireland )
an illusionist / performer
Stage performance & regular attitude are a complete 180. Very bold on stage and confident but once he is off he is more reserved and calm
Best friends with Daniel
Knew Daniel for years, since they were around 10 years old. Extremely close bond.
Doesn’t believe in spirits but is very cautious / superstitious
Gets powers whenever he and Daniel accidentally summon Phonus at Daniel’s Birthday/Halloween party. When it was just the two of them alone.
He tries to attack Phonus since the monster killed Daniel
but once he made contact with the demon, he was immediately teleported into our timeline. He took some of Phonus’s powers as a result
He ends up getting burn marks on his arms/hands and face due to trying to physically fight Phonus when he was furious
He has powers now, some he doesn’t know he can do yet. But his powers are: ✪= Not used often. ✦= strongest. ✧=weakest
✦ Empathic Element Manipulation ✦✪Fire Manipulation, ✦✪Necromancy, ✦Telekinesis,✦Kinetic Charging
✧✪Electricity Manipulation, ✦Magical Wall Generation, ✦Teleportation, ✧Intangibility, ✧Healing Hands, ✦✪Naturakinetic Combat
Riley finds him and helps him on his feet to find a place to stay
The two of them become close friends eventually, it takes a long time for Marv to warm up to people in this strange new environment- still tortured by that night.
He blames himself for Daniels death every day.
With his new unknown powers, he tries to go back in time to stop all this from happening.
He opens up about his powers to Riley and the truth.
Riley is beyond amazed that powers and magic exist, he tries to help Marv with his powers.
He ends up needing to find a sort of job to stay at his home, so he tries the one thing he loved- entertaining people. With his magic, he dumbfounds audiences.
However, once things were just looking up, his fire magic (the strongest) goes wrong.
He ends up catching a stage set on fire, causing injuries to hundreds.
He panics. Riley tries to calm him down. But he can’t take it, he is convinced that he is destined to cause harm with these powers.
He vanishes to a place by the sea and isolates himself, causing people to believe he died in the fire accident.
He spends his time trying to prefect time travel and is consumed by isolation. though, he does attract wild life to him. they are very at ease with him
Refuses to use his fire magic
One day, he comes across Viktor’s body on the shore. He takes him in quickly to his small home that he protected in case Phonus ever finds him.
He revives Viktor to come to. The stranger is a total mess and he tries to heal the man, but Viktor grabs him on reflex. So the man patches himself up
The two live together for a few months as the injuries heal up
Viktor convinces him to visit Riley again, so he does.
He teleports there and leaves a note stating that he is alive. He can’t bring himself to see Riley face to face
In the end, he tries to fight off Phonus. He fails miserably
He returns to his home, having Riley there with him. He gives Riley his powers because he doesn’t want to die and these powers go back to Phonus.
He trusts Riley with his life
Once Riley is given the powers, he passes away.
When his body is all alone peacefully at rest in the home, without any magic to protect it, Phonus finds the body
But no magic
The demon still takes the body. Using it to wake him up again and look into his mind to find out where the powers have gone
He remains a soul bounded victim to Phonus and reunites with Daniel
Both under Phonus’s control
Chase Brody➜ Noah Oliver Dodge
age: 29 - from our timeline
messy brown hair thats dyed blonde at the tips of it
brown eyes
Height: 5′9″
American
Dropped out of university and works part time at a local electronics store
loves to break things and try to fix them up again and make it totally new!
has a passion for computers and likes to make his own computer
he also loves film and had dreams of making a film
a disaster cook but god help him he tries
Father of 2 girls
childish and fun loving
reckless at times
loves nature and going on walks / hikes
met his wife in high school (been together since they were 16)
they go to the same university, his wife studying to be a nurse
at 18 he accidentally gets her pregnant and her parents arent the happiest about it
they get married at 19
he becomes a stay at home dad and drops out to take care of their baby till she finishes nursing
they end up having another child once they get a small apartment together
his daughter is friends with Viktors daughter and thats how the two families meet
His wife actually works with Viktor and didn’t know at the time
his wife divorces him because, even though she does love him, she can’t keep working like this just to get by. she needs security and they dont have it.
he is allowed to see his kids still but at the time it was very painful for him
he lives alone in that apartment, often calling Viktor to talk and invite him over so he doesn’t do shit he regrets
he talks about how Viktor is so lucky to have such a wonderful life and wishes he could have that (since he doesn’t know the truth)
Viktor and Noah become very close and often have their kids over at each others houses
he hears news that Viktor is missing and becomes a mess. he is alone and doesnt know what to do.
he tries to make it known that he is missing online, making posts and videos as much as he can to get peoples attention
he visits the Valentin house hold and offers his wife any help thats needed, despite knowing all the turmoil they went though. he cares about the kids and doesn’t want them to worry.
Henrik Von Schneeplestein➜ Viktor Alexis Valentin
age: 32 -from our timeline
short grey hair
extremely pale blue eyes
pale, almost sickly skin
Height: 6′2″
German
Doctor that specializes in internal medicine (meaning he focuses on helping adults) but also is a surgeon
Father of 3 girls
loves to bake!
a hopeless romantic actually
he is very cold and standoff ish but once he loves you, he LOVES you
blunt to a fault still though
cares about people. more so than his own well being
extremely loyal
met his wife in university. he took an anatomy art class
his wife helped him improve his drawing skills and the two became close
he fell for her very hard
they get married and live in a house that they saved up for (with extra help from both of their parents)
once settled, they have their children
his wife is a biology teacher with a minor in art teaching!
he takes family trips whenever he can to the beach! his kids love the ocean!
he comes home one day to find his wife cheated on him- he suspected this for a while now. he found a shirt underneath the bed, thinking it was just a gift for later down the road for christmas or something. he went to fix it when a piece of paper fell out of the pocket. her phone number
he never gets mad at her. he blames himself
he thinks he isnt perfect enough
he becomes extremely distant and cold, more than before. never knowing when to bring it up
the two of them grow apart but still live together
they make sure not to worry their children though, they dont want them to think its their fault.
he never brings up this information to Noah because he doesn’t want him to worry.
very envious of Noah though and wish he would smack him. Noah has a wife that loves him and he wishes that Noah could wake up and see that and fix his actions.
he does break down one night and tell Noah everything that happened
one day at the office, a man came in with a horrible neck injury.
he typically sees people who just need some medication or the worst injury being a bite from a dog, but even that wasn’t bad.
he rushes to take care of the stranger. once they were alone for a brief second, he gets trapped inside.
Phonus used Daniels body in order to get to the Doctor. He attacks and possesses Viktor.
Once Phonus is done using Viktor, he takes him to a cliff near the sea
He is snaps his neck and lets the body fall into the ocean.
Eventually, he washes up to shore where Marvin is
he stays with marvin for months while he heals up himself, he refuses to get any magic help
once he decides to leave marvin has a hard time letting go, he is worried viktor will fall victim to phonus again
he leaves to go home but once he reaches the steps, phonus finds him again.
Jackieboy Man➜ Riley Lee Young
age: 23 - from our timeline
very curly blonde hair
green eyes
skin that tans pretty easily
the most muscular out of the lads but isnt extremely buff
Height: 5′6″
American
Lives alone in a small apartment
a college student, unsure what to major in but possibly wants to be a vet
LOVES animals!
a vegetarian !
a pretty good cook actually!
has a heart of gold and sees the best in most people, though he isn’t stupid. he knows there are terrible people in the world that can’t change and deserve punches to the face
he watches pets and volunteers at animal shelters!
he also babysits Viktors kids to get some money
was kicked out of his home. Viktor found out about it and bought him a small apartment to live in. (he would of offered Riley to stay but he has issues at home that he doesn’t want to subject Riley to on the daily)
he is the girls big brother figure and he loves to pay pretend with them !
He meets Marvin and they eventually become friends
he helps Marvin gain back confidence, giving him a place to stay, and helps him actually feel . . at home in this timeline
when he finds out the truth that marvin is from the 1920s and has powers he cannot get over how cool it is! calling him a super hero and showing him comics that he has. he helps marvin try to get a better hold on the powers
he was around whenever the fire accident with marvins powers happen, he tries to calm marvin down but ends up alone. left to wonder what happened to his friend.
When he has to start university up again he has to let the Valentin family know that he can’t be around as much as before but will try to help out if needed
Viktor’s wife ends up calling Riley one day and begs him to come to the house as soon as he can for Viktor has been missing for days now
Riley puts up posters and gets the news out that Viktor is missing as much as he can around the city.
He still goes to university but spends a lot of time in the Valentin household. Visiting on holidays and the girls birthdays. Having no news of Viktor.
he later on gains marvins powers, his mainly being electricity and strength.
he is set on finding phonus and fixing things for marvins sake
Jameson Jackson➜ Daniel Edmund Thomas
age: 27 - from the 1920s
slicked short black hair
brown eyes
Height: 5′7″
British
a charming, bold, charismatic man
an actor and musician, exceptionally good on piano
very witty and clever
lives a rather extravagant life
very close friends with Marvin, trusts him with his life
on his 27th birthday on Halloween, he throws a party
he loves to mess around with guests and asks Marvin if they can have a a seance
they try it to entertain the guests, but nothing happens (to marvins relief)
the party continues on till its just marvin and him by the end of the night
they try again to contact from the beyond
they succeed
he comes face to face with the demon. an invisible hand causing him to kill himself. making Marvin watch
he becomes Antiphonus’s personal toy
his mind becomes warped and he loses all sense of who he used to be
he tries to fight back, but once he does, his tongue is cut out of his mouth. never to be able to voice for help again
his body now bound to Phonus becomes a personal pin cushion. being cut open and inspected to see how far humans have come with healing themselves. to see how far a human body can handle things
being trapped with phonus he starts to believe that Marvin caused his death. he believes everything phonus tells him and is set on killing marvin
he becomes very aware of realities all thanks to Phonus.
Antisepticeye➜ Antiphonus
age: unknown.
an immortal being / demon
seems to have been around for centuries
first appears invisible, then a shadow figure, to a pitch black faceless figure that takes on more of a human shape - till finally, he appears to look like Daniel
he is fascinated with humans, very curious and destructive
he takes Daniel in as a host. he rests inside of Daniel’s body till he is strong enough to mimic the physical outer appearance of him
when he possesses people becomes stronger. he doesnt have full control right away, it takes him a bit of time to warm up once again to how powerful he used to be.
he can see into his victims mind when possessing them, he knows all what Daniel knows / remembers. Daniels fame, fears, friendship. family, love- he knows it all.
He uses this to his advantage to keep Daniel around without fighting him back- using Marvin against him
he is after the powers that he accidentally gave to Marvin on impact
he travels to the dimensions he has access to and time lines in hopes to find Marvin, taking Daniel along with no choice
he lands in our dimension and timeline to sense that his powers are close by
He ends up sabotaging Marvin’s performance with fire magic in order to kill him or capture him but it fails- he looses sight of him
While he is searching through the streets, he over hears talk about the human body. He comes across Viktors practice building and opens the door a crack. He can sense so many souls and blood in that building and gets vastly curious. He notices people injured and ill, waiting for care. He hatches an idea.
He returns to Daniel and possesses his body. He takes Daniel to an alley way close to the building, away from the eyes of others. He grabs the sharpest thing he can find and plunges it deep into the side of his neck and carves it out slowly and rips it out.
He quickly makes Daniel reach the building and barges in, causing everyone to look on in horror. The nurses there rush to his aid as Phonus makes Daniel gasp and hold his neck to try to stop the bleeding. Nurses page for Viktor asap as they get Daniel to a stretcher and room fast. Viktor arrives shortly after and is fast to help Daniel. Daniel just looks at Viktor and tries to nod.
Once the nurses leave for a brief moment and its just him and Viktor, Phonus makes the door lock them inside.
Viktor goes to inject him with medication but Daniel reaches out and grabs Viktors arm. He say to Daniel that he knows needles are scary but you need this now, let go please. Daniel sits up and twists Viktors arm, causing Viktor to wince in pain while looking shocked.
He grabs Daniels hand with his free one and tries to pry it away, but can't. Daniel kicks him away, causing him to stumble and fall to the ground. He gets up from the bed. The lights inside the room begin to flicker faster and faster. Electronics in the room flickering on and off, radios and tv consumed with fast stations, fluctuating volumes, and static. Viktor gets to his feet and hears all this noise and sees this horror in front of him.
Phonus leaves Daniels body, causing Daniel's wound to disappear. Phonus stands in front of him.
He gets inside of Viktors mind to find all that he can about the human body and the amount of pain that it can handle.
He sees in Viktors mind a young man with curly blonde hair. And for a brief moment inside of Viktors mind, he sees Marvin
in the end he ends up taking Marvin captive but finds that the powers are gone.
he keeps marvin around because he sees too, that he gave that blonde boy his powers
so he is on the hunt for Riley
#.txt#smoke & mirrors#not yt related#long post#my ocs#THIS ISNT EVERY SINGLE DETAIL BUT GOD HELP ME THIS WAS HARD#I HAD TO HOLD BACK A L O T#BUT I NEEDED.....SOME OF THE IDEAS IN THERE LSDJFDAS
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I seen your post and decided to send a prompt you don't have to do it but maybe have Steve swimming in the lake by himself because he can't stand the sight of his own pool because he knows thats where Barb died, and Billy steals his clothes while he's in the water.
I am so excited to get my first prompt! I hope I don’t disappoint! 🖤
Until Tomorrow, We’ve Got Tonight
November is an ugly month. Steve decided this only a second ago, while he stared up at the moon. October is over, all of the Halloween decorations are put away, it’s too far from Christmas. There absolutely no good parties. Everyone is with their families. Everyone with the exception of Steve Harrington.
The day before Thanksgiving, and he was out at the quarry, waist deep in ice cold water, possibly freezing to death, and no one knew or bothered to care. He pushed that thought to the back of his mind, realizing that it didn’t matter. If his parents didn’t care, why the fuck should he? Why should Nancy care? Or Jonathan Byers? Or Chief Hopper?
To his face, everyone is loving and caring, apologetic even. When he’s not there? Although he doesn’t know what is actually being said about him, he knows words like ‘pathetic’ and ‘dumped’ and ‘pussy’ must be thrown around.
His face has healed since that night, where he got his face beaten in, only to swell out and give him splitting migraines for at least a week after. Where he helped a band full of children close an interdimensional gate and fought dogs from another world. Where he had his heart broken straight in two. His face and his body no longer bore bruises or dried blood, but it was so far from healed.
The frigid water softly lapped at his bare hips, stopping just over the rim of his boxers. The smallest of breezes kicked up, brushing past his chest, making his nipples hard as stone.
Of course, he didn’t have to be here, slowly becoming a solid block of human ice. He had a perfectly useful, heated pool in his backyard. And sure, he had thought about it plenty when he first started this, a few short weeks ago. However, the image of his pool had become skewed and dark when he watched the steam lifting off the surface, the lights so inviting.
The Harrington pool was the last place Barb had been seen alive, and that was his fault. He didn’t walk her to the door, didn’t watch her drive away and insure she was safe. He was too busy with Nancy, and being the King of Hawkins, Indiana. That fact would haunt him forever, and there was nothing he could do.
So there he stood, lips blue and skin tight, where he deserved.
His palms clutching the back of his neck, his hair falling over his knuckles, he tried to keep his breathing steady, letting his eyes fall closed, attempting to prolong his body starting the process of shock for as long as he could. He did this more often than he’d admit, relishing in the numbing sensation creeping down his lower limbs. The forest was silent, as peaceful as he could’ve hoped for, until…
The sound of tires crunching gravel and dirt was almost completely drowned by the sound of an engine snarling toward the shore. Breath hitching in his chest, Steve felt the sure aggravation begin heating up his frozen chest.
Billy fucking Hargrove.
One moment of piece. One goddamn moment of silence was all he had asked for tonight. Something to help the feeling of insignificance melt away for a moment, even if it meant replacing it with ice. But, no. Steve Harrington was just not that fortunate.
“The fuck’re you doing out there, Harrington?” Billy called, now standing outside of his Camaro, lingering between it and Steve’s BMW. “You do realize it’s like forty-three degrees out here?” His voice echoed off the walls of the quarry, as if it had any right to be so fucking loud. Steve turned his head back toward the moon, deducing he was likely safe from Billy, who he doubted was brave enough to come out into water so cold.
“Yeah, I realize.” Steve did his best to make his voice just as loud, but fell just short of. The quiet surrounded him once more for only a second. Until…
“Death from freezing is an ugly way to go, pretty boy.” Steve turned his whole body this time, sighing audibly, wanting Billy to understand just how annoyed he was.
“You’d just love that, wouldn’t you Hargrove?” Billy smirked, his fingers playing with his cigarette.
He held his arms up and out, a signal of a near surrender. “It was nothing personal, Harrington.” His arms dropped to his sides. “You just caught me on an off day.” Steve snorted, but lifted his head back to the bright white moon, knowing his moment of relaxation and almost-death has ended. Accepting defeat.
“Get out and share a smoke with me, c’mon.” Billy turned and leaned his back against the door of Steve’s car, looking down at his own smoke in his hand. Something in Steve’s gut twisted wickedly, not for one moment wanting to give Billy what he wanted.
“Why don’t you come out here and make me?” Billy’s head snapped toward Steve, who was holding his arms out now, in front of him, inviting. His head cocked to the side, raising an eyebrow at the boy dick-deep in ice cold water.
“You lose your fucking mind?” Yes, Steve thought, probably. Because something about startling Billy, his grin falling and eyes widened in almost-horror, sent a hot electric shot through him, same as it always had. Steve usually ignored it, though. In the hallway at school, on the basketball court, in the goddamn showers, but here, hypothermia threatening and literally nothing to lose, Steve let it warm him all the way down. Enough to purge some confidence.
“You bein’ a pussy?” Billy turned his entire body to him then, feet stepping just a few steps forward, arms crossed over his chest. His head whipped around every few seconds, waiting for the inevitable punchline. And then it came, in the form of Steve’s clothes folded neatly on the hood of his car. His face split into a devious, sugar-sweet smile. The realization hit Steve a moment too late, and he forced his legs to move. Heavy as literal blocks of ice, muscles screaming once the blood began trying to move through his veins, he rushed toward the shore, but not before Billy plucked the pile up off of hood and took off backwards, away from the cars. Steve stopped, knowing he couldn’t leave the water now, or he would go into complete shock if he didn’t get his clothes on in at least thirty seconds. He silently worked through his mind how chasing Billy would make his heart pump harder, possibly warming up his legs. It was a gamble, but by the way Billy was waiving his clothes around like fucking batons meant he didn’t have a choice.
Steadying himself, breath visible in the night air, he launched himself toward the shore, out of the water, stumbling, until he felt that same air freeze the hair on his legs. He pushed himself toward Billy, whose smile had become glaringly wicked.
“Who wants his clothes?!” Billy’s sing-song voice made Steve angry, but his running slowed, chest feeling extremely heavy and overworked.
Approximately five feet before he reached the other boy, Steve felt his lungs threatening to burst, or collapse, he wasn’t sure which. His body didn’t feel cold anymore, it felt completely numb, like a limb falling asleep, but before the pins and needles come. His vision began to blur and his arm swiped lazily in front of him, missing Billy by a long shot. Until...
The last thing Steve saw was Billy’s hand reaching for him, eyes wide again, his voice echoing between Steve’s ears.
“Harrington!”
*
When his eyelids fluttered open, there was pitch blackness all around him. It made him startle, his spine jutting him bolt upright, defensive. It only took his eyes a few seconds to adjust to the room, his room.
When did he get home? How did he get home? He remembered collapsing. Had he dreamt it all? He must have sat there for a solid minute before the sound filled the room.
“Morning princess.” Steve’s head jerked toward the voice, knowing exactly who it was.
“Billy?” The lamp on his desk flicked on, illuminating part of the room. His face was glowing in the soft, warm light. It was a new look for Billy Hargrove, but one Steve knew for sure he liked very much.
“Sleep well?” Steve’s face was screwed up into a kind of groggy, confused smile.
“Did you bring me home?” Billy chuckled, a soft, silly sound.
“Nope,” Steve raised his eyebrow until Billy lit a cigarette, blowing smoke at his face. “your chariot came for you at midnight. Took you away right in front of my eyes.” Steve snorted, shaking his head, erupting the headache that had been hiding behind his eyes.
A hand came up to clutch at his left eye socket. “Fuck me.” He hissed, pain rippling through him. He could hear Billy laugh harder, standing up and moving through the bedroom toward his discarded jacket on the edge of Steve’s bed. His fingers worked through the pockets, pulling a few white pills from the inside and handing them to Steve.
Before he could ask, Billy spoke, “Aspirin. Always keep some on hand.” He reached out and took the pills gingerly, dry swallowing them. “So, what was that about, Harrington?” Steve didn’t answer, willing the pain to leave his skull faster, and not succeeding. He knew what Billy meant, but he wasn’t up for explaining away his crazy today.
“You realize you could have literally died, right?” Steve huffed, feeling bratty and tired.
“Yeah, I realize.” Echoing his words from earlier. Billy was leaning down on Steve’s bed now, eyes searching Steve’s face for a better answer, narrowed with suspicion. After a beat, Billy seemed to give up on prying. Probably didn’t care enough anyway; Steve perused the idea for a few moments until he noticed Billy kicking his boots off, pulling his body up next to Steve on the pillows.
The move completely knocked Steve off guard. The way Billy pulled his shirt over his head, slipped under the comforter, and raised an arm to pull at Steve’s shoulder. Still as stone, he glared down at Billy, lost in a sea of what the fuck?
“C’mon Harrington, your skin is still too cold. You need to get warm if you want to keep your toes.” Steve couldn’t move. How did Billy know what his skin felt like? Or was he still blue-ish gray, like he always was after a trip to the quarry? “I’m not going to bite you, pretty boy. Just lay down.”
It was a reflex, a survival tactic, a pure will and need for warmth, is what Steve told himself as he sunk down onto the bed, hands pressed against Billy’s chest, shuddering at the heat they found there. His nose pressed to Billy’s collarbone, out of instinct, of course, making the blonde flinch for a split second. He felt his muscles relax, his bones uncurl. He would think about how strange this was in the morning.
“Let’s not mention this again?” Billy’s voice was rough, but not angry. Tired. Steve hummed in agreement before letting his lips part slightly, breath unintentionally brushing the skin under Billy’s jaw.
He couldn’t be imagining the sudden tension, electricity, between their bodies and in all the gaps that were now painfully obvious. Billy felt it, because he felt his muscles go taut, locking Steve into a hard grip. He didn’t know how to move or breathe with Billy this close, in such a soft way. He was already warm, but he wasn’t going to pull away.
Steve ran over scenarios in his mind on how he could nonchalantly tilt his head back, let his lips brush Billy’s chin, his cheeks, maybe even his lips. He thought he would have to make the move, until…
Billy’s head turned, pulling Steve away from his neck for the briefest of moments, before crashing his lips onto Steve’s. Harrington froze, back in icy water, but hotter than ever. He felt his face flush and his eyes fell closed involuntarily. Billy was all smoke and mint, lips slightly rough from cold air. Steve absolutely melted, moving his lips against Billy’s, hungry, angry, tired, freezing, burning, but for once, not lonely.
The kiss went on for way too long, sucking the air from both of their lungs, leaving them panting like wild dogs when they finally pulled apart. Billy pulled himself away, jumping up off the bed and several paces backward, away from Steve. His eyes were focused on the floor, hands knitting in his hair.
“I,” He stumbled over his words and his breathing. “fuck, I’m sorry. I don’t know why-“ He paced back and forth. “I didn’t mean-“ His hands fell to his face. “I’m not queer! I fucking swear, man!” He wouldn’t look at Steve, who was now watching, amusement filling his grin, loving how flustered Billy was. Steve did that, Steve and his kiss did that. It was so beautiful to watch.
“I just don’t-“ He grunted in aggravation. “You’re just different Harrington, always been different, and I don’t know why, but you really fucking are, and I didn’t want you to fucking freeze to death so I brought you home, and I was going to leave but I didn’t want you to wake up alone, and I’m sorry. I can leave if you want.” Billy was facing Steve, but not looking at him. His words had come out so fast, Steve wasn’t entirely sure he even caught them all.
His smile was genuine, savoring how incredibly embarrassed Billy was, and tucking it away to remember forever. Keg King taken down more than a peg. His flush was beautiful, his concern was adorable.
Steve stood up off the bed to approach Billy, who was chewing his bottom lip and letting his eyes dart between his own feet and Steve’s.
“Hey,” He ducked his eyes to catch the blue ones. “Billy?” It took a finger on his chin before he would raise his stare to match Steve’s, whose grin was a mile-wide. “So, I’m different, huh?”
Billy’s lips cracked, just slightly, in a smirk, shoulders dropping mildly with ease. His voice came out as an almost whisper.
“Fuck off, Harrington.”
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A Rocket Coincidence (Part 18)
Part 17 / Part 19
It seemed the weeks were flying by in a blur as Kali settled into a routine. Her and Mara alternated days working at Simply Yoga and on her off days Kali found herself bored again as the days grew chillier. Celadon City was far enough south that it didn’t experience a full winter, part of the reason Kali loved it there, she couldn’t imagine how people lived places like Freezington in the Crown Tundra where it was cold year round. Celadon did, however, get enough of autumn-like weather to make the holidays feel like well, the holidays. So to fill her time on her days off Kali threw herself into decorating their apartment and studio for her favorite holiday, Halloween.
"Are you sure this isn't too much?" Kali asked Mara for the hundredth time as she hung another string of cobwebs across Simply Yoga's front display window.
"It's fine." Mara laughed as she handed Kali another Spinarak cut out to hang. "Are you sure you don't want to come tonight? Jules really is okay with it."
"If I go then who will hand out all the candy?"
"I'm sure plenty of other places are handing out so it's not like you have to."
"I know but I enjoy it." Kali smiled. "So really I'm fine! You don't have to worry about me. You two have fun."
“Alright, alright.” Mara grabbed her keys and headed to the front door. “Save me a few pieces then will ya? Oh, and don’t wait up!”
“No promises!” Kali finished hanging the last bit of cobweb before getting down from the stool and locking the front door while she headed upstairs to change. As she entered the apartment she nearly tripped over Nero and Rowan as the two came bounding over to her only to spin around just as fast, chasing each other back into the living room. Both their sleek black bodies were decorated with white bones chalked onto them courtesy of another bored morning Kali had. She set her keys on the hall tree next to Aslan’s pokeball. This year Halloween fell on a Saturday and while there would probably be an abundance of kids out that didn’t have school the next day Simply Yoga was also in close proximity to places like Echo so Kali was going to have the large Arcanine downstairs with her. Just in case.
She would have preferred to have Cliff there for security, among other reasons, but he had another mysterious work assignment elsewhere that he couldn't talk about. Which was fine, she thought as she pushed open her bedroom door. She knew getting into this he wouldn’t be able to be around all the time but that didn’t make her miss him any less.
Her costume, a purple Mismagius hat and dress she had found at the Halloween store, was already laid out on the bed waiting for her. As she changed she took a moment to adjust her bra and snap a quick picture, sending it to Cliff with the caption *What you’re missing.* just to emphasize that maybe he should have been there. She didn’t even get a chance to pick up the dress before she got a response.
*That’d better not be your whole costume.* Kali bit back a laugh as she toyed with how to answer before deciding on teasing him a little more.
*And if it is?* She set her Pokegear down to pull on her costume where it remained suspiciously quiet as she finished dressing. As she reached for the hat she heard the ringtone go off and was only a little surprised to see an incoming video call. She grinned, he was too easy.
"Relax I'm just teasing you." She answered, laughing at the relieved look that crossed his face as he noticed how much more covered she was.
"Well maybe I just wanted to see more of the other costume." He backpedaled, trying to sound suggestive but Kali had a feeling he was trying to cover a bit of jealous worry.
"Oh this?" Kali extended her arm holding the Pokegear as far as she could and with her other hand teasingly pulled the bottom of her skirt up to flash him a bit of bare thigh.
"You're killing me dollface." Cliff groaned, glancing behind him to make sure no one else was nearby. "If I wasn't at work I'd be having you take that whole thing off."
"Oh what's that? I think I hear trick-or-treaters?" Kali cupped a hand to her ear like she was listening carefully.
"Maybe you can call back after the kids go home and we can continue this, hmm?"
"I dunno, it might be late." She teased.
"I would stay up till sunrise to get to see you take that off, doll."
"I'll think about it." Kali blushed, dropping the hem of her costume.
"I'll be thinking hard about it too. But right now I gotta go."
"Alright, mountain man. I'll talk to you later." She blew him a kiss before ending the call.
Kali put on the final touches of her costume and headed back downstairs, deciding at the last second to grab Ember's pokeball as well so Aslan would have some company. The two got settled on the floor in front of the receptionist desk, the large Arcanine taking up most of the room while Ember curled up on his back.
Flicking on the storefront light Kali stepped outside to survey her work. She had replaced the lights in the large display window with purple ones and hung cobwebs in front of them to create shadows. Fake Spinaraks were nestled into the webbing and a few fake Zubats hung down in the middle as if flying; it was spooky enough without being over the top scary. Kali wasn't a big fan of bloody and gory Halloween displays meant to scare and preferred to keep things kid friendly, after all Halloween was her favorite holiday partly because of the fond memories she had of going trick-or-treating with her mom when she was a kid.
Hearing the unmistakable laughter of a group of kids Kali ducked back inside to grab the basket of candy, turning back to the door just in time to see three young children approach. One of her regular patrons waved at her from behind the trio who were oohing at the window display but when they spotted the large basket of candy Kali was holding their attention quickly shifted. They ran up to her with a shout of 'trick-or-treat' before diving into the basket to pick out their favorites.
For the first hour or so there was a steady stream of kids but after the two hour mark it slowed down. Kali was leaning against the doorframe considering calling it a night when she spotted a young man about her age escorting a small girl dressed as an Eevee, his face familiar but she couldn't quite place him. He apparently had the same feeling because he was scrutinizing her as they approached, the girl clinging shyly to his leg.
“Go ahead, Dee.” The girl released her grip on his pant leg and took a few cautious steps forward. He looked back up at Kali, recognition dawning on his face. “Oh! It’s you! From the Silver Conference, we tied in the semi-finals!”
“Yes!” Kali smiled, racking her brain for his name. “I thought you looked familiar, too. Cole, was it?”
"Yes!” Cole laughed nervously. “I'm sorry, I don't remember yours. But I do remember you used all Eeveelutions!" At this Dee’s eyes lit up and she stopped digging through the candy.
"Really! All Eevees?"
“Yupp!” Kali smiled warmly down at the girl who was staring up at her in wide-eyed awe. “Do you like Eevees? Is that why you’re dressed as one? What’s your name?”
"I love Eevees!" The girl exclaimed, her shyness gone. "My name is Delilah and I want to be a trainer too! With all Eevees!"
“Nice to meet you, Delilah. My name is Kali.” She said mostly for Cole’s benefit. “Have you ever met a Flareon?”
“No…” Kali didn’t think Dee’s eyes could get any wider. She glanced back at the street but no one else was coming.
“Would you like to?”
“You really don’t have to-” Cole began but Kali shushed him before calling for Ember who trotted happily to the door.
"It's so cute!” Delilah gasped excitedly as Ember approached. She reached a hand out but stopped herself and looked back at Cole. “Can I pet it?”
"That's up to the nice lady."
"Can I pet it, please?"
"Of course. But hold your hand out for her to sniff first." Dee cautiously obeyed, crouching down closer to Ember who sniffed the offered hand before trilling and rubbing her head into it. Kali smiled, watching the two before turning back to Cole. “Your…”
“Niece! Delilah is my niece, my sister’s kid.”
"She's cute. I didn’t know you lived in the city.”
"I don't, actually. My sister travels a lot so I help out from time to time while she's away so Dee doesn't have to move around."
"That's sweet."
"So, uh, do you...work here?" He glanced up at the sign.
"Yeah, my friend owns the place. I work here in between training."
"That's cool. Do you train somewhere in the city? I’m always looking for a new place to practice. Maybe we can train together sometime? I’m, uh, sure Delilah would love to see your Eeveelutions in action.” He glanced down at the young girl but she was paying them no mind.
“Oh, yeah, sure! There’s a park a few minutes from here I go to a lot.” They both glanced back as they heard another group approaching. “Well, hey, I don’t work on Tuesday. Why don’t you two meet me here around 10? And we can go?”
“That sounds great.” Cole smiled before crouching down. “Alright Dee, we’ve got to go.”
“Aw, okay.” Delilah was obviously disappointed as Cole took her hand.
“See you Tuesday.” Cole and Delilah waved goodbye and Kali gave a small wave back before greeting the group that had just come up.
After they left Kali leaned back against the doorframe, looking up at the night sky as Ember sat down at her feet and began cleaning her paw. Ten more minutes, Kali decided, then she’d call it a night. After all, she had a call to make.
Part 17 / Part 19
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Blue Moon
Happy Halloween!
I’ll be reblogging my Stray series and hope to post A Little Magic today or by the end of the week. Stay safe this All Hallow’s Eve.
#Fun Fact: A blue moon is caused by dust particles in the atmosphere making it look blue. Another definition is a second full moon in a month. A full moon on Halloween is a blue moon. The next full moon on Halloween will be in 2020. .
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They say that everyone has two wolves inside them: a good and an evil. The good represents all the hope, love, and positive. The evil, everything negative like hate, envy, self doubt. They are at war, clawing and snarling in every person.
It is also said that the one that is fed regularly is the one that wins.
Her mother didn’t exactly tell her about the wolves, mostly because Lucy was afraid of the Big Bad Wolf in the stories, but she did tell her of the battle between good and evil: Letting love win, always.
Love, trust, acceptance, and hope.
It was how Lucy tried to live her life, even after her Mama’s death.
However, old tales of wolves and good vs. evil never revealed truths; exact, crystal clear truths. Lucy loved fairy tales for the good story and the morals behind them. She also loved wise tales.
Halloween was just a normal day for her when she was young. Her Papa never let her go out trick-or-treating but her Mama and her had dress-up parties and put on plays. Together, they raided the kitchens with silk pillowcases, bringing joy to the chefs as each one put a treat inside. It wasn’t normal, but it was enough for Lucy. There weren’t many children around her gated neighborhood, most of the neighbors too successful or busy for parenting.
But, this time, Halloween was special, very special.
Her first year of college had been going well, classes a drag but she expected as much as an honors student. Most of her time was devoted to studying or doing projects to succeed at her 18 credit load. Honestly, she missed sleeping.
What made today of all days special was her friends. Back in August, when she had no knowledge of the town or of the dorm, Lucy was certain she’d be alone like all the other times. That was when she met Levy, her roommate. A diligent looking, blue haired girl with kind eyes and a bright smile. It wasn’t what she expected but they got along fine.
Then Levy introduced her to Erza and Lisanna, who then introduced Gray and Natsu, who then introduced Gajeel and Loke…
It kind of got out of hand. In the week before classes even started, Lucy had met about half of her future graduating class AND half of the class before them. Lucy would never dare complain about having too many friends but it took effort and careful balancing to maintain them and school.
Especially Natsu.
If she had to chose one word to describe him, it would be loyal.
Another would be obnoxious but she liked to be positive.
As a fire science major, she expected more reserve from him, but then he wouldn’t be Natsu, her best friend. The best friend that likes to break into her dorm and steal her hot chocolate packets.
Anyway, one of her friends-
It was exciting just thinking about them
-was throwing a halloween party.
Plus, this halloween was during a full moon! A halloween under a blue moon. A smile came to her lips.
It quickly fell, however, once she recalled one thing wrong.
She was lost in the woods, on this special Halloween night using the moon as her light, looking for her lost best friend.
The party started off well enough. She and Levy arrived late, about five o'clock, to see everyone else already there. The music wasn’t too loud, the snacks were full, and everyone was in costumes. A grand old time, as her grandfather would put it.
Having a blast, eating enough candy to regret later, and trying not to fall into one of Cana’s pranks, she was sure this was a halloween she would never forget.
It didn’t escape her notice that some of her friends were acting a little weird, Natsu in particular. He wasn’t eating. He wasn’t fighting with Gray. He kept checking the clock or frantically asking the time after only moments had passed since the last he questioned. It was passable with Gajeel, who was crankier than usual. It was out of sorts for Natsu.
She asked him if he was feeling sick and his eyes looked darker as he shrugged.
“Something like that.” he had replied gruffly, scratching at his head far more vigorously than she'd ever seen.
He started pacing right before sunset, looking more frazzled and agitated than she ever remembered seeing him.
Then, just as everyone started shouting ‘Happy Halloween’ and tossing candy, he bolted like a racehorse out of the gates. She wasn’t sure how he moved so quickly but the next second he was out in the yard, leaping the fence and vanishing into the woods. She only saw the flash of his red dragon tail on his costume disappear over the fence as she gave chase.
Trust the fire science major to out parkour the english major.
It took her a total of 30 seconds after calling his name and starting a scene before trying to clamber up after him. It took her twice as long to get to the top, her boots slipping on the metal. Jeez, how many rumors is she going to have to deal with tomorrow?
The chain links sliced at her sleeve, catching her bicep with a sharp trail that immediately began to bubble with spots of blood. Ignoring the throb of pain, she hoisted her body over the fence, nearly eating it as she fell on the other side. Then she ran through the woods blindly, not thinking about anything but finding Natsu before something bad happened to him. Never mind she was now also lost in the woods.
An owl hooted overhead, startling Lucy from her deep thoughts. Night had fallen now, the moon still rising above the canopy of the trees. Maybe it was because it was All Hallows’ Eve but Lucy had the major creeps.
It felt like she was being watched.
Her skin tingled as she could feel a pair of eyes on her, her hands pulling her red cloak closer. It was all so laughable. She dressed as Little Red Riding Hood and then got herself lost in the woods.
“Hello?” she called out, turning her head left and right. “Natsu?”
Silence answered her, a soft breeze rustling the branches of the trees. The colorful leaves on the ground began to flutter, some taking flight into the shadows. Some crunched, sounding like a gunshot in the silence.
“Who’s there?” she snapped sharply, whirling around so fast that her cloak nearly tripped her.
The wind died down, revealing the soft noise of a twig snapping, a low rumble following.
Lucy swallowed thickly, feeling a bead of sweat trailed down her temple. Okay, so something was out there, watching her. Her self defense course never covered getting stalked by animals in the woods but she assumed it was the same principle.
“If you're some creep, I think you should just go back to where you came from. I don’t have time to deal with you. My friend is missing.” She hoped her voice sounded as fierce as she was trying to make it sound. If it came down to it, Natsu could handle himself in the woods. She wasn’t made to fight cougars or wolves.
Her heart seized and her back ached from how she tensed at the answering growl from the shadows, just feet from her left and behind a tree.
Okay, it was time to leave Natsu’s ass in the woods.
She shifted, moving to step away but froze when a hoarse voice spoke into the dark night.
“...L...Lucy?” It was rough, but almost certainly Natsu’s voice.
“Oh my gosh thank goodness-” she breathed, clutching her cloak over her heart and sighing. That much bravery and bluffing had to have made her lose about five pounds in sweat alone! “I was worried-”
She heard a breath, much deeper and huskier than she ever heard, like the snort of a horse...or the sneeze of a large dog. Was there something else out there? Oh, she hoped not.
“You...shouldn’t have come.” Natsu said then, absolutely no mirth or typical light in his tone. He sounded...exhausted? Scolding her wasn’t in his repertoire, but he was now.
That made her blood boil.
“Excuse me? When you run off like that, of course I’m going to follow! I was worried about you!” Now she was yelling in the middle of a forest, in the dark. If any creatures didn’t know they were here, they knew now.
Her scolding echoed for a while before silence returned, Lucy straining her ears to hear anything of the man hiding in the shadows.
There was a shift behind the tree and then Natsu sighed in that deep way once more. “Thanks Lucy. For everything, really. You’re always looking out for me.” The wind came again, shifting the branches to cast fleeting moonlight on the base of the trunk, and the illuminated shadow behind. “But you need to go back. I’ll be behind you soon.”
“Uh, no? I’m not leaving you in the woods when you have an 8am class tomorrow!” If he was thinking about skipping because he had a late night in the woods doing whatever he was doing, he had another thing coming.
“Lucy, leave.” Natsu barked. Literally barked the last word.
Her legs burned from how fast and hard she leaped back, hitting a tree in her haste. “Natsu?” she whispered, clutching the cloak tighter around her. Fear froze her as she listened to the quiet, yet unmistakable sounds of his panting. Panting.
Her feet went on autopilot. One step after another, she circled the tree at a fair distance, eyes fixated on the shadow under the overhanging branches. Speckles of moonlight filtered down, dotting the figure once hidden to her.
It wasn’t connecting. The dots weren't adding up. Natsu had pink hair...not russet. Natsu had hair on his head...not his entire body.
He was a man...not a fluffy, long snouted animal with claws and fangs. But, that was what was behind the tree that his voice came from.
Dark eyes watched her in horror as she stared, maw parted to reveal a mouth full of teeth. Standing on four legs, a wolf stared at her with the equivalent of a ‘deer in the headlights’ look. It was huge, around the size of a motorcycle, and it had familiar onyx eyes.
“Oh...my God-” she whispered, hands moving to her mouth as her jaw dropped.
The wolf, however possible, looked even more panicked, turning to her and spoke, “Don’t freak out!”
It was Natsu’s voice.
Lucy was certain she lost her damn mind, believing that a talking wolf and Natsu had anything in common.
She took a step back, then another. The wolf made to follow, pausing when she inhaled sharply. “Okay, take a deep breath Lucy. You look like you’re about to have a panic attack.”
True. She was absolutely having a panic attack right now. There wasn’t enough air in the world to help stop her dazed dizziness, her throat hurting from breathing hard and fast.
“Oh my God, you’re a damn furry.” she wailed in horror, stepping back and shrieking when her boot caught on something, sending her tumbling back.
Pain erupted in the back of her head, Natsu’s cry of her name muffled and tinted with slight offense.
Good. Because being a werewolf was okay...being a damn furry was not. That was the last thought she managed before the world was lost to her.
The End
P.S: Did you really think I would write a serious Halloween fic? Trick or treat, you got the TRICK!
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Wanted: A Loving Family
Summary: Daichi, with his familiar Matsukawa, watches over Tetsurou has he attempts to summon his own familiar but things go a bit awry. AO3 No Warnings. AN: I'm going to do a 13 Days of Halloween (Fall or October) type of writing, trying to beat this writers block. So if you have any pairs or prompts feel free to shout them at me!
Daichi placed the basket on the ground a good distance away from where Tetsurou had drawn, and was currently sitting in the middle, his summoning circle. He made sure he wasn’t close enough to break Tetsurou’s concentration but near enough that he could study the soft curve of his back. It was a cool October day but the magic Tetsurou was expending had heated up the small summoning circle, allowing him to wear the black tank top and jeans with no shoes or socks in comfort.
Daichi sat himself down next to the basket as he felt a large presence behind him. A wolf-like creature the size of a small horse pulled itself out of the lengthening shadows. Rudy red eyes stared out at Tetsurou before his monstrous head turned towards Daichi.
“Hello Matsukawa.” Daichi greeted his familiar. Direct sunlight had always seemed to drain Matsukawa rather fast, so Daichi had purposely waited until the sun was starting to fall in the sky before setting out to find his husband. Matsukawa butted his big head against Daichi before going around to circle the area, looking for unknown danger.
It was the same reason Daichi had come out, to watch over Tetsurou, and to bring him something to eat when he finally let the spell go. Tetsurou had begun to spend more and more time trying to summon a familiar, going well into the night. Except there were nasty things that crawled in the night, nasty things that would see an unguarded wizard expending an enormous amount of energy and think he would make a good snack.
Matsukawa chased away some hobgoblins lurking in a nearby bush. They squealed and squeaked in fear as they stumbled over themselves to get away from the demonic wolf.
Matsukawa was Daichi’s familiar, had been for the past five years. It had taken Daichi only three hours sitting in a summoning circle for Matsukawa to choose him. That was how familiars worked. They weren’t just animals, though many choose to stay in an animal-like form, but intelligent magical creatures. Familiars shared their lives with their chosen witch and therefore it was a life-binding decision they made. Matsukawa wasn’t really a large wolf, he was more of a shadow creature than anything else. His shape changed day-to-day, sometimes appearing in a more canine fashion, sometimes choosing something more feline or avian. Rarely he donned his human-like form, something tall and lanky with an ever present deadpan expression and mischievous dark eyes.
Daichi had been surprised by how well suited he was to Matsukawa. How well Matsukawa fit into his and Tetsurou’s life, like he had been there all along. It had been part of the reason Tetsurou had waited for so long until he decided that it was time to get his own familiar. Their little family of three seemed perfect, they were all a little wary of adding a fourth.
Except Tetsurou had begun to the summoning at the beginning of October and the month was fast approaching it’s end. Yet no familiar had shown up. Tetsurou would never admit it but he was getting worried. They had all heard stories of witches who couldn’t find a familiar. Their hearts too dark, their souls too twisted. Daichi didn’t believe any of that nonsense about Tetsurou, not his Tetsurou with his horrible bedhead and lames jokes. The same man who made sure to close all the blinds in the morning for Matsukawa’s comfort. The same one who had slowly and carefully wooed Daichi over the course of years until Daichi realized he was deeply in love. Tetsurou could be a little provocative, especially if he was around Matsukawa’s human-shape or Tooru, but he had a big and genuine heart. A familiar would show up in their own time and when they did they would be spectacular.
So Daichi did what he could, which meant bringing a basket of food for his husband who hadn’t eaten in hours and watching the shadows for monsters. Well, monsters that didn’t include his Matsukawa.
Matsukawa looped back over to Daichi after thoroughly scaring away the hobgoblins. He circled behind Daichi before laying down, his big furry body radiating warmth. Daichi settled against him, judging by the downward tug of Tetsurou’s lips he knew they would be there for a little while yet. Daichi had worked at the shop all day and he knew Matsukawa would keep an ear out for danger, so he allowed himself to curl up against the big body behind him and close his eyes, letting the ambient sounds of the country night lull him into a light doze.
Daichi must have fallen asleep for a while considering the next time he opened his eyes it was significantly darker. Daichi wasn’t sure what woke him at first, until he saw movement near his side. Matsukawa wasn’t moving from behind him, which reassured Daichi that it was nothing dangerous. As much as Matsukawa enjoyed his pranks, he would never allow any harm to befall either Daichi or Tetsurou.
Daichi watched tiny hands touch along the top of the basket. It was a small glowing spirit that looked like a cross between a fox and a raccoon, with wide black eyes. Tiny raccoon-like hands found their way inside the basket before Matsukawa sat up straight, head tilted to the side and ears perked up as he listened to something that was out of range of Daichi’s human ears.
The small spirit, scared by Matsukawa’s sudden movement, scurried away. Daichi felt bad enough to dig into the basket and pulled out a container with plenty of salted mackerel in it. Tetsurou would be famished after his summoning spell, and disappointed if a familiar didn’t show themselves. Hence bringing his favorite food and plenty of it. Enough of it to share one fish with a harmless spirit.
Daichi tossed the fish to the spirit, who made little whistle and click noises in excitement as it scooped up the fish before pointing to the side. Daichi looked over to see Tetsurou throw himself backwards, long arms and legs thrown wide in defeat.
Matsukawa moved forward, blending into the shadows as several creatures started to ooze and crawl towards the exhausted witch, waiting for him to be at his weakest.
Daichi pulled his wand out from his boot, taking a deep breath and waiting. Matsukawa blended in perfectly with the shadows, he was a shadow creature after all, but Daichi always knew where he was. Matsukawa charged out of the shadows, chasing off the creatures on the far side. Gathering his power Daichi flicked out his hand holding the wand, light burst out the tapered end and took care of the remaining creatures.
With that taken care of, and Matsukawa making enough noise to scare away any further disturbances, Daichi tucked his wand back into his boot, letting the slightly fatter end stick out and press reassuringly against his calf. Daichi then turned to bow deeply at the spirit who had warned them. The spirit hugged the half eaten fish to his furry chest before standing on its two feet, bowing back to Daichi.
Daichi reached down to grab the basket before making his way over to his disheartened husband. Daichi looked over the circle as he walked through it, saw the meticulous care Tetsurou took in making it after the third failed attempt to summon a familiar.
“Tell me how it feels Daichi.” Tetsurou said as Daichi sat down, carefully picking up his husbands head to place it carefully in his lap.
“How what feels?” Daichi asked as he began to thread his fingers through the dark tresses on the witches frowning face. Tetsurou’s hair was longer than when they met, when they were both apprentices and fairly young. Tetsurou could pull it back into a tiny ponytail, more often than not he used a black headband to push it back when he was trying to concentrate.
“To have such a failure as a husband.” Tetsurou looked up, tried for his usual arrogant smirk but it just fell short. Daichi sighed as he pushed the wild hair away from Tetsurou’s face, so they both could see each other properly.
“You made me the only wand that has ever worked for me.” Daichi’s magic was no where near the extent of Tetsurou’s or others such as Ushijima or Tooru’s. He ran a shop for apprentices, teaching the fairly young basic control before they would go to a proper school. The work was long and difficult, Daichi loved every minute of it, but the small magic he was allowed with the help of a wand made long ago by a young boy with a cheshire cat smile sure helped when dealing with children who had too many emotions they couldn’t deal with, which led to magical disasters.
“My finest moment, it was all downhill from there.” Tetsurou said dramatically, but there was some truth in his words. Or truth as he saw it. Tetsurou made magical items, his workshop was connected to Daichi’s own apprentice shop. They lived upstairs with Matsukawa.
“So marrying Daichi or meeting me was apart of that downhill spiral?” Matsukawa’s low drawl came from above them as he finally got bored of chasing dark creatures and trotted back to them. He walked between Tetsurou’s spread legs and laid down on the man, who let out a grunt from the added weight.
“I don’t know why you two are still with me, I’m clearly-” Matsukawa’s sudden shift to a human form stopped Tetsurou. Matsukawa hardly took on a human form, he claimed it was because this form was weaker than the others but Daichi just suspected he was lazy. No one would ask a 150 kilogram beast to help with chores. Well Daichi would but only because Matsukawa is his 150 kilogram beast.
“Clearly what?” Daichi prompts, pulling lightly on Tetsurou’s black hair as Matsukawa makes himself comfortable lying mostly on top of Tetsurou. Daichi can see their combined attack was working it’s own sort of magic. Tetsurou’s stiffness was slowly leaving him, his frown not so pronounced as Matsukawa pushed his hands underneath Tetsurou’s black shirt.
“Clearly a big pushover?” Matsukawa offered, rubbing his face against Tetsurou’s chest as Daichi leant over to press a soft kiss against his lips.
“Clearly a dork?” Daichi asked with a grin as Tetsurou huffed out a laugh.
“You two stop flattering me, I’ll blush.” Tetsurou joked, but his arms came up to hug Matsukawa’s to himself at the same time as he tilted his head back. The kiss was a little awkward with Daichi leaning forward and it being upside down, but there was an old familiarity there. A warmth and comfort gained from years of knowing and loving each other.
When Daichi had first walked into Tetsurou’s old shop to pick up something for his older brother he had thought he had never met anyone as obnoxious as Tetsurou was. The same was still true, Tetsurou was infamously obnoxious when he wanted to be. But he was also one of the most soft hearted people Daichi had ever known. He cared deeply about others and as much as he might joke about it, the fact that no familiar would bond with him was really bothering him.
Daichi’s ears gave an almost painful pop from sudden expense of magic. Daichi and Matsukawa slowly released Tetsurou, who pushed himself into a sitting position, dark eyes wide with disbelief as he stared at the creature sitting within the confines of his summoning circle. The summoning circle that was still active, even if Tetsurou had stopped pouring his magic and concentration into it. Neither Daichi nor Matsukawa had disturbed any of the lines when they walked into it.
Matsukawa shifted into the spot Tetsurou left as he carefully drew closer to the large creature. Matsukawa had to scoot down quite low to be able to rest against Daichi’s chest, both his husband and his familiar enjoyed being several centimeters taller than Daichi though neither were quite as broad as him and therefore never pushed the height debacle too far. Daichi rested his chin on the top of Matsukawa’s head, his wild and curly hair tickling the skin of his neck before he moved a little so he could whisper in his familiars ear without disturbing Tetsurou and the new creature.
“Why would they show up now?” Daichi wondered. Matsukawa hummed in thought as Tetsurou kneeled before the creature. It was quite large with almost snowy white fur along most of its body which looked like that of a big cats, though it’s head was quite avian, almost like an owl. Large gun metal blue eyes stare down at Tetsurou in almost a bored fashion.
“What was different this time?” Matsukawa asked, the answer quite clear. Daichi and Matsukawa were different this time. “I have a feeling he’s been watching Tetsu for quite a while. Everyone is different when looking for their potential partner.” Matsukawa idly traced the veins along Daichi’s hand, long fingers barely touching him. “I wanted a family, it looks like he’s not too different.”
It had only taken a couple hours for Matsukawa to choose Daichi but Daichi suddenly remembered that it was when Tetsurou had stumbled into the clearing Daichi had set up his circle in that Matsukawa had appeared. Daichi had watched as Tetsurou tripped over a hidden root or rock, perhaps his own feet, and had thought with clear exasperated fondness of how much he loved Tetsurou. How he was going to marry him.
“Akaashi.” Tetsurou said the name softly, reverently. The large creature closed his eyes slowly and bowed his head. Tetsurou pressed his forehead against his new familiars.
Names were always powerful, but to familiars they were more than that. When a witch summoned their familiar for the first time they named them, and if the familiar accepted the name then they became bonded. Giving their true name to their witch was the biggest show of trust. Daichi had named Matsukawa, but he also knew his true name was Issei. Only in the most private moments did he say the name.
“Akaashi!” Tetsurou laughed happily as his new familiar drew back, blinking large eyes at him. “This is my husband and his familiar Matsukawa, you’ll be living with us now. I’m sorry about all the children, Daichi tends to collect them and Mattsun sheds over everything but they’re okay.” Tetsurou leant forward and whispered something to Akaashi that made the the pointed feathers on his head twitch slightly as he glanced over at Daichi and Matsukawa. Matsukawa laughed before pushing himself into a real seated position and not just draping himself over Daichi.
“What did he say?” Daichi asked with a frown. Tetsurou and Matsukawa shared a mischievous grin before Daichi sighed and pushed himself onto his feet to make his way over to Akaashi. “If you want to back out now I understand, they only get worse the longer you know them.” Tetsurou let out an indignant squawk as Akaashi ducked his head, a low sound emitting from him that could be laughter or just a growling stomach.
“He said I would grow to love both of you.” Akaashi’s voice was soft and deep, almost surprising. Matsukawa had waited months before revealing he could speak, not all familiars could. “I look forward to it. Please take care of me.” Akaashi bowed his head and Daichi smiled, a warm feeling filling him as he knew Akaashi would fit rather nicely into their makeshift little family.
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BTS when their son wants to be a Disney Princess
Seokjin
Are you serious? This man child is going to be the PERFECT Prince Charming to his son’s Cinderella. He went through store after store searching for the outfits and while he found his that only requird some embroidery here and there, he had to compromise and find a dress that was larger than his son’s size and alter it home. Seokjin was disappointed greatly in the children’s costume industry. They did not have a proper Cinderella dress selection to choose from. This is why he had to get a larger dress. Becuase they simply did not fit his son right. And he would be damned if his son looked anything but pefect for Halloween. Halloween was a huge deal for his son and therefor a huge deal for Seokjin. Seokjin worked late into the night making adjustment’s to the dress so that it fit his son just right. When Halloween dawned they went hand in hand down the line of houses and made a killing with candy. Luckily no one notices the bandages on a majority of fingers because it turns out hand altering a dress his not as easy as he thought
“Even though you are a princess it does not mean you get to eat more than 3 pieces of candy!”
Yoongi
Yoongi didn’t show much of a reaction when his 6 year old son suddenly ran up to him with heart eyes holding up the Snow White outfit he found to wear to his classroom Halloween party. He looked it up and down and calmly asked his son if he was sure that was what he wanted because he wasn’t going to buy him a different one if he changes his mind. His son determinedly said he was sure and marched to the checkout person. However when the kid running the cash register asked his son if he realized that he picked up a dress. His son looked at the cashier in confusion a look that was suspiciously similar to Yoongi’s. Of course he knew he got a dress! The cashier rolled his eyes and made a snide remark. But you are a boy! Boys don’t wear dresses! You should go back and pick out something else! Yoongi quickly got PISSED and was ready to murder this asshole but an idea occurred to him and he just smirked at the kid. You know what? You are right. Come on squirt. Let’s go find something else. His son’s eyes welled up with tears but Yoongi quickly picked him up and whispered in his ear. 15 minutes later they are back in line still holding the dress but this time with a proper crown complete with plastic jewels, a wicker basket that looks just like the one in the cartoon, adorable little heeled shoes, and red play lipstick. Yoongi looked at the cashier as if to dare him to say anything. He didn’t. But that didn’t stop Yoongi from calling in and making a warning complaint to the manager.
“Hello? Yes, you see I just came from your store and spoke with a certain smart mouthed little shit and you should know that the next time I see him...”
Hoseok
You never would of known that Hoseok had a minor freak out when his son excited told him that he wanted to be Ariel for Halloween. Don’t get him wrong it’s not that he had a problem with his son wanting to be a princess but what if the other kids tease him? His son is only 7! His feelings could be hurt and it could affect him for the rest of his life! But none the less he took his son to the costume store and helped him pick out a “tutu” version of Ariel because the traditional one didn’t fit him right. He had to admit his son was adorable dancing around in a purple seashells and bright green tutu and green leggings. He even found the long wig in the proper bright red to go with it! And if anyone asked he of course did NOT follow behind his son at a safe distance to make sure no one said anything. He didn’t have anything to worry about. The kids all loved his son’s costume, the parent’s however... Well the police weren’t called but it was a close thing after Hoseok was done with them.
“Okay I hear what you are saying but hear me out... If you say that again about my son you will be shitting out my shoe for the next month.”
Namjoon
Namjoon could not of been happier to see his son express himself. So when he came up to Namjoon exclaiming Merida was the bestest pwincess ever! I want to be her for Hawoween! In his adorable little lisp Namjoon found himself spending a bit more than he planned for his Halloween outfit. But come on! His son clearly needed a custom made bow! Merida HAS to have her bow in the cartoon therefor his son must have bow! And okay so he didn’t have to buy the expensive velvet green dress and then pay to have it altered. But the look on his son’s face when he saw himself in the mirror with it on was worth every penny. His son even sat and listened intently on the importance of making choices in your life and how to think carefully before acting. As depicted in the cartoon making a rash and selfish decision could hurt someone else. It did seem to escape his notice that his son was only 5 and fell asleep while Namjoon was starting to explain the mythology of Wil-o-wisps.
“You see son, they are fascinating creatures that were actually known to lure travelers into the forest to get them lost inste- Oh. Well I suppose it is your nap time...”
Jimin
When his son quietly came up to him and sat his lap, Jimin knew that he wanted something. His son took after him completely. He had his sunny personality, his award winning smile, and his love of singing and dancing. He also inherited his small body structure, so when his son shyly asked if he could be Belle for Halloween, Jimin’s heart sank. He didn’t consider himself old fashioned. He was all for the world changing and becoming more accepting but boys wearing dresses... That was not something that was widely accepted and he just couldn’t bring himself to let his little innocent sweet boy deal with bullies. When he calmly explained that No you can not be Belle for Halloween but you can be the Prince! Or even the Beast! Or maybe Chip? And Jimin’s heart broke when he saw his son’s face fall. His son did not argue but instead nodded sadly and walked over to the corner of the room and faced the wall. Why his son just put himself in time out was baffling to Jimin and he did NOT want to think about how it looked like he was punishing himself for something. Maybe Jimin was spending to much time with Namjoon because surely this thing was not that deep and his 7 year old did not have a complex... Jimin agonized over what to do but in the end he decided that his son’s happiness was more important to him than society standards. So when he presented the golden ballgown and pretty plastic heels with a matching adorable little tasseled purse (not necessary but it was just too cute to pass up), his son’s face lit up like the sun and Jimin knew he made the right choice. His son may face bullying in the future but Jimin would be behind him and his choices 100% of the way.
“I don’t care what you think. If my son wants to be a princess he will be a princess. You can go find something place dank and horrible to stuff yourself in.”
Taehyung
Taehyung teased Yoongi that his son and Yoongi’s son must of been switched at birth. Who knows? They were born on the same day... Because Taehyung’s son slept more than any other kid on earth! Taehyung had heard the horror stories of nap times and bedtimes and was fully prepared with books, songs, and night lights by the time his son was born. But he never had a single problem. In fact he had caught Yoongi napping with Taehyung’s son during play dates. So the irony was not lost on Taehyung when his son runs in screaming about a dress that changes colors and getting a kiss from the prince to break the curse all the while going in circles around the couch. (His son always did wake up with excess energy when he woke up from his naps.) His son came to a skidding halt in front of Taehyung and begged to be Princess Aurora for Halloween. Taehyung dropped his face in his hand for a moment before jumping up and chasing his overactive 9 year old who screeched in terror of the tickle monster. It was at times like these there was no doubt in his mind THIS was his son. After the spontaneous game of tag that was initiated when his son turned and started chasing Taehyung instead of being chased, they sat down in front of the computer. They scrolled through website after website to find the PERFECT dress for his son. Once they decided on a dress that was that shimmery fabric that changed colors as your turn they turned to then find the perfect crown even if son would most likely have the thing broken within a day of wearing it. He took after his Uncle Namjoon in that aspect, it was still the perfect look for Princess Aurora.
“I know you are excited to be Princess Aurora but you can’t wear the crown or dress until Halloween because your Uncle Namjoon has rubbed off on you to much and I don’t want the dress spontaneously bursting into flames or anything...”
Jungkook
Jungkook fully blames Seokjin for why his son was wearing a green sheet wrapped around his chest so it flows almost skirt like. I’m Pwincess Tiana! He exclaimed and danced around happily. Not that Jungkook cared about what his son was wearing as long as he was warm in the winter and didn’t get too hot in the summer. But really a bed sheet is not an appropriate dress. So Jungkook let his son pick out a reasonably priced costume dress from a resale website and his son wore it threadbare from all of the times he wore it. It was almost an everyday event where he put on his dress and watched Princess and the Frog which Jungkook knew by heart now. He admitted that it was adorable when his son sang along. When preschool came around Jungkook tried to convince his son to leave the dress at home because knowing from experience multiple kids in one place normally means something gets broken. But he could not persuade him so in the backpack the dress went. Evidently no one had a problem with son wearing it until late October came around and Jungkook received a phone call from the new Principle. I am sure you were not aware but your son has been seen on multiple occasions wearing a dress. Jungkook was confused. Yes? I know because I pack his bag everyday. Jungkook hears a sigh through the other line. I am sure you think there is no harm in your son wearing a dress but I assure you this will... The woman goes on but Jungkook doesn’t hear her finish her statement because anger fills his ears. How dare she imply his son is wrong to wear what he wants. He catches the last of her montage. Halloween is in three days and I expect to see him in appropriate costume. I know you don’t want your son to grow up to be a deviant to society. He is only 4 so there is time to fix him. Jungkook hung up on her. Rage filled him but he pushed it aside and determination filled him instead. He went online searched for hours until he found exactly what he wanted. He put a rush order on it and when Halloween arrived his son is ecstatic in a brand new Princess Tiana dress... and his father in a green bridesmaids gown. It was the only thing in his size that looked close enough to Princess Tiana. They went to school hand in hand and had the best Halloween party ever. And if Jungkook accidentally spilled the punch on the Principle... well that was of course not on purpose and he defiantly did not smirk at her as she frantically tried to wipe it off her Gucci sweater.
“No one tells me my son is going to be a deviant just because he wears dresses. My son will grow up to be who the hell he wants and YOU will not affect him at all or else you will not have a happily ever after... Understand?”
Omg I had so much fun writing this react. Like always I can’t escape the plot but I was able to keep them rather short... Well short for me at least. Requests are open so please feel free to send them!
-Starfish
(Prussia inserting herself into not her reaction: Kids terrify me!)
#bts#bangtan#bts reaction#jungkook#jimin#v#Taehyung#namjoon#rap monster#suga#yoongi#hoseok#jhope#seokjin#jin
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WHY I QUIT: The Corn Maze part 1
“‘Oh my god, it’s eating my brain!’
“‘This is not the job that was advertised,’ I said.
“‘Help me!’ the professor cried.
“‘Okay, but...’
“‘Now!’
“‘Keep up that attitude you can save yourself.’
“The professor’s head exploded. His body fell. He looked like a kowtowing ragdoll. The remains of his head slumped to one side, a spectral serpent coiled inside the burst skull.
“One of the graduate students whispered, ‘What do we do?’
“The ghost snake hissed at me.
“I threw up my hands, ‘I’m out. I’m done. I quit.’
“As I walked out of the haunted mansion I could hear the students screaming. Glancing back I saw blood thump-splat across a window. A grad student jumped through the glass, but the ghost snake, now grown to anaconda proportions darted out, snagging her in midair, and pulled her back inside.
“Shaking my head I said, ‘Well, not everybody’s cut out for academia.’”
From the back of the crowd a teenager shouted, “Bullshit. This guy’s full of shit.”
I sighed. There’s one every evening. My glare parted the audience leaving me with a straight line of sight to the teen.
I said, “It’s good to be skeptical. How about you come see this picture then?”
I waved my phone at him. Smugly he approached where I sat. I patted the bale of hay as I scooted aside allowing room for the boy. He snatched the phone out of my hand.
“What am I looking at?”
“Can’t you tell?”
He frowned, “It looks like a blurry room like in a basement.”
“Look closer.” I licked my lips. He held the screen closer. When it got about an inch away I swiftly smacked the phone into his face.
Dropping the phone he jumped up shouting, “Ow! What the hell?”
The audience laughed. As the kid stormed off I saw his friends already swarming to mock him. Picking up my phone I noted the time.
“Hey everybody, the hayride starts up in a minute. So if you’re inclined I recommend heading that way.”
The crowd dispersed, some to the hayride, others to elsewhere. Those who went elsewhere soon found themselves getting scared by costumed haunters. Spook crew members leapt from behind piles of pumpkins, bales of hay, or from around buildings. Delighted shrieks of terror echoed all over the pumpkin patch, and on occasion those who fled from the hired ghouls found themselves chased for a bit.
A group of young kids ran screaming from a fiendish scarecrow, who angled away from them to trouble me for a cigarette.
Handing Jessica a smoke I said, “Almost quitting time.”
She sighed a cloud, “Not soon enough. How’s my makeup?”
“A little runny, but it’s creepier that way.”
She shrugged, “I guess.” The sound of the tractor starting caught her attention. Perking up she said, “Hayride. I gotta go.”
Tossing her cigarette away she bolted. I couldn't help smiling. Like many of the employees here, especially the couple of teenagers, she treated this job like the only time she got to openly be herself.
Jessica liked to lurk in the cornfield as the hayride passed by. She placed herself towards the end, an ear pricked to catch anyone complaining about being bored. Target acquired she leapt onto the side of the cart, letting loose a banshee wail. So far she got one kid to piss his pants, thereby earning management’s approval.
Watching her sprint away infected me with her enthusiasm. I decided to finish the night in the corn maze. Stomping out her cigarette – fire hazard – I headed to the entrance of Daphne’s Diabolic Corn Maze, part of Wilson’s Pandemonium Pumpkin Patch.
As usual I stumbled into the job unintentionally. Over drinks and darts a fellow informed me his aunt ran a spooky corn maze about an hour outside Chicago. Planning to pump in unsettling sounds, she needed help installing audio equipment. I possessed the skills she needed given my previous, albeit brief stint working the recording gear for a professor and his ghost hunting crew of misfit grad students. (Never mind that that gig ended badly because I didn’t fail to do my job. I recorded everything, right on down to the professor’s head exploding -- pop.)
But I took the job in the pumpkin patch because it sounded fun. Not many employment opportunities grant that perk. Plus, it seemed like a short gig. However, setting up the sound equipment led to me lending a hand building sets which turned into other offers.
By the time we opened for Halloween season I founded myself working the concessions stand, spooking folks in the corn maze, and by direct request of the pumpkin queen, Aunt Daphne Wilson, occasionally telling scary stories to small crowds. Not everyone gets to terrorize people without having to deal with real life consequences. Chase a couple kids down the street with a chainsaw; well, the police are liable to shoot such a person. But here in the Pandemonium Pumpkin Patch I could do just that, and get paid to do so. Sometimes folks even thanked me for terrifying them.
As such I occasionally thought, “This must be what it’s like to be a priest.”
Carried by a crisp cool breeze, the aroma of deep fried dough wafted through the air. Clusters of teenagers moped everywhere like globs of apathy. Young children giggled, picking out pumpkins with their parents. Machines out in the corn quietly, steadily fumed columns of faux fog that made the field seem to be on a smoldering hell-mouth. The fog rolled across the grounds, shrouding the floodlights in a cinematic manner. Nearing midnight, it felt like any horror could be possible.
A banshee wail cut through the quiet. Customers flinched. Employees all acquired knowing smirks: Jessica the scarecrow struck again.
Three fiendish haunters presided over the entrance to the maze. Glenn, a psycho hobo covered in smeared blood, Frank, a classic killer clown, and Allison, a teddy bear with a skinned face. Frank irregularly burst into hyena-like cachinnations, while Allison softly growled, holding up her face-skin with a cutesy, blood stained paw. They flanked customers, herding them into a loose line by the maze’s entrance.
Flashing a wide grin full of scummy teeth Glenn stood at the opening in the corn. In a gravelly voice he announced the rules, “Listen closely. None of our performers will touch you, so please return the favor – do not touch them. Stay on the path at all times. No running. No flashlights. No photography. No hope, all ye who enter here; you four come on now into the hell that awaits.”
And so another bunch entered the maze. The giggling pack of pre-teens could soon be heard shouting in happy horror.
Nearing Glenn I overheard him mutter, “Why’s that always get my dick hard?”
It’s a certain kind of person who goes in for hired spooking. The pay is not great. The hours often feel longer than they are. It requires enduring heaps of boredom and scorn. There’s always someone unimpressed enough to feel the need to tell a ghoul it isn’t frightening; and it takes fortitude not to turn the moment then and there into a real horror show. If I had a dollar for every smartass I didn’t stab – I may have choked a few while shouting, “It’s all make-believe,” but they got out alive. Like any kind of performance art it’s a job devoted to those brief shining moments when the screams are real, or a customer’s eyes are smiling.
Glenn, Allison, and Frank belonged to rare breed of performers. They toured the country in an RV, cruising from seasonal gig to seasonal gig. In the summer they did Renaissance Faires, haunted houses in the Fall, and Christmas towns in Winter. In-between they auditioned for any local plays, and even staged what they called “guerilla theatre” by simply tossing down a cap, and performing scenes for whatever coins came their way.
Allison told me three times, “We’re on the subway in New York, started doing Hamlet, and next thing I know – no joke – we’ve done the whole play. And what with it being just like the three of us, it got kind of schizo, but fucking fun.”
That last bit sums up the average hired haunter: kind of schizo, but fucking fun. After all, it’s madness to stand silently in the darkness, waiting patiently to step out of the shadows for all of a second hoping your audience will hurry from you screaming because in the end they aren’t meant to stand in silent appreciation of one’s portrayal of a zombie, slasher, swamp hag, ghost, demon, etc. The goal is to be an unwelcome presence safely encountered like the police.
Working here reminded me of the first time I went to a concert. I felt surrounded by like minded folks. For some belonging is a rare feeling, and in this place the scare-makers and horror hounds truly belonged. Back in the everyday ordinary world wearing corpse paint to a the grocery store gets odd looks, maybe even the manager asks a fellow to leave the store even though he's just buying the fixings for risotto -- I will get revenge on that store, mark my words -- but in the Pandemonium Pumpkin Patch the freaks rule.
I asked Glenn, “How’s the night?”
He shrugged, “We got a few left then we’re shutting down. You comin’ by later?”
Glenn and company stayed on the grounds, camping out of their RV. On occasion we stayed up for hours afterward swapping stories, passing a bottle around a campfire, and enjoying the rural silence.
“I might. I’m gonna duck in, cause a few scares.”
Frank said, “Try not to be a dick.”
“I’m only a dick to the dicks.”
Frank nodded, “Yeah, but when you dragged that guy into the middle of the cornfield...”
Cutting him off, “I got lost too.”
“Not the point,” Frank said.
I added, “He slapped a living doll. Those ladies aren’t older than fifteen.”
Glenn interjected, “You both got good points. I think where Frank is going, though, is ’s been a quiet evenin’. We wanna keep it that way.”
Sighing I conceded, “Fair enough.”
"Alright then." Glenn stepped aside, "In ya go."
So I went into the maze.
#writing#writer#weird#creepy#halloween#spooky#honestyisnotcontagious#whyiquit#cornmaze#comedy#funny#madeyewlook
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