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[nethhiri]

Marooned: Chapter 1

Pairing: Kid x FemReader x Killer

Warnings: reference to suicide, terrible humor

Brief Summary: You have been surviving, not thriving, on an island. Was this divine punishment for the things you had done in life? When you have all but accepted your fate to die alone in this shitty paradise, your ticket to freedom washes up on shore, but is it wise to accept the ride? The real question is: would it mean trouble for you or for THEM?

Happy birthday, Kil! Sorry I made you half-dead in this.

First Light

You had a routine. Somewhat reminiscent of your old life, you woke up at the asscrack of dawn. Where it used to be a wake-up-call, now it was the sun's earliest tendrils prodding you awake. After being here for so long, you became sensitive to the natural rhythm set by sun. At first light, you woke up, and after dusk, you were fast asleep. And between those two mandatory meetings in your schedule, you had quite a few tasks that you'd given yourself, mostly to stay sane. Was it helping? Probably not.

Again, much like your old life, every day starts with a perimeter check. Except in your current life, that meant beach-combing. For others, it was a fun little hobby, but for you, it was your line to the outside. Today should be especially fruitful since there was a big thunderstorm just off the coast. After the last one, you had almost enough materials to start building the next section of your boat. With that promise hanging in the air, you threw on Frankenstein's minidress, your affectionate name for what was essentially an oversize T-shirt crafted from animal skin and the tatters of your original clothing, and carefully slid down the knotted vine connecting your ramshackle treehouse with the jungle floor. The shirt was more to protect you from the sun's rays than to protect your modesty. Who was gonna see you anyway? A whale? 

In the gentle purple-blue light, you found the handle to your sled and started off towards the beach. "It's going to be a really good day, isn't it, Mini?" You looked over into thick underbrush. A breeze rustled the leaves. You laughed, tugging the thing along the dirt. "I thought so." It took some effort to pull the sled to the beach. It was a large animal's ribcage with some kind of fronds lining the outside, to make it slide easier. 

You didn't really have a set time that you adhered to for your first task of the day, but it generally took 2-3 hours (or so you thought, you didn't have a watch) to circumnavigate the island, depending on what there was to find. It was taking longer today, which you had anticipated. And it had indeed been fruitful: A few jars filled with something that looked edible, some wooden planks, some blue and white thing that looked like it could be a weird colander, some buttons, a few scraps of fabric, some rad goggles, and an entire human man.

Wait... a man?  You did a double-take. You initially thought it was part of a crumpled blue sail. Oh shit oh fuck. Your heartbeat escalated. You hadn't considered this scenario. You hadn't seen another human being in... well a long time. What if he's dead?... or worse what if he's alive?  Your thoughts flashed to the gun you had hidden away, one of the few things that washed ashore with you. You didn't even know if it would still fire. And I only have one bullet that I was saving in case.... in case. There was no point standing there to ponder the possibilities. You looked to the treeline, "Standby, Mini." There was no answer. 

Cautiously, you approached the man. Long blonde hair was splayed around him and his clothes, a blue shirt and jeans, were soaked. You inched your big toe towards him. Gently, you poked at him. Nothing. Your body was on edge as you crouched down to inspect him further, placing your fingers on his neck for a pulse and watching to see if his chest rose. You jerked back. Alive! What do I do? He wasn't quite cold but he wasn't as warm as he should be. "And he definitely had a rough night," you said to no one in particular, gingerly taking inventory of scattered wounds marring his tanned skin.

You pushed things around in your sled to make a space for at least his upper half. "Sorry, blondie." There was no way to get him in there easily. You hooked your arms under his and used your legs to pull him into the sled the best you could. It was probably good he was wearing jeans since you were about to drag him through the forest. But you were no idiot. You weren't taking him to your base of operations. First things first, you had to wash him up and fully inspect the damage. You sighed, looking towards the forest again, "I don't mean to be crude, Mini, but I don't know if I even remember what a dick looks like." 

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Next

Don't worry, fellas (gender-neutral). Killer will be okay and Kid is lurking somewhere...

Getting back in the writing game with my first multi-chapter fic (Go big or go home amirite). This story has become my daily intrusive thoughts and I need to get them out. Essentially this is the story of my OC (Ex-Cap't Krait Shenron), but it is made to be enjoyed by all (I hope) and "Reader"-friendly. Some of the more specific details are kept in since it pertains to plot. No posting schedule but I will probably word vomit this entire thing out and then who knows? Maybe I will start taking requests again (sweating).

I will also be uploading to AO3 if you prefer: Here

[forlorn-crows]

𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒉𝒚 𝒎𝒂𝒚 𝒅𝒂𝒚 12: 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆

pairing(s): sunshine/cumulus words: 1036

notes: explicit! transfemme sunshine (cock used for her anatomy). thank you @askingforthesun for the pairing suggestion <3

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It starts as it usually does. A gentle touch, a brief brush of lips. Things are comfortable between them—falling together for a cuddle (and a little something more) is as simple as breathing. Sunshine likes this about her and Cumulus and their developing relationship.

And she likes Cumulus a lot.

Today is especially difficult for the multi ghoulette. Cumulus feels different. Softer, somehow. Her hair is as smooth as silk between her bitten-short claws, and her exposed thighs pillowy and warm beneath her own. She grips Sunny’s waist a little tighter than normal as they makeout, oversized t-shirt bunching in her hands. Even her scent is sweeter. Summer breeze with waves of sweetgrass and something floral—hydrangeas, maybe. The hint of vanilla body lotion is the cherry on top of the slowly crumbling cake that is Sunshine’s resolve to not go absolutely horndog on this big, gorgeous girl.

It doesn’t help that just last night she creamed herself to memories of Cumulus jokingly bending over for Dew at breakfast the other day, tiny little sleep shorts doing nothing to hide every curve of her. The jiggle of her ass when the fire ghoul smacked it in appreciation certainly didn’t help her fantasies of Cumulus on her knees for her, her nails digging into the meat of her hips while she humped into her like a bunny. 

Cumulus slips her tongue into her mouth, and the noise Sunshine makes is far from decent. The air ghoulette just huffs a laugh and licks across the back of her teeth. Pulling at the small of her back until she has to arch against her. 

It’s terribly hot and sexy of her, and Sunny is pushing her onto her back before her brain can catch up with her body. She pants against her mouth, hot and suddenly insistent. Her fingers clutch at the ruffles of Cumulus’ shorts, wanting so badly just to pull them off and see more of her. Get her fingers or face or something else between those gorgeous thighs and—

“Sunbug,” she mumbles.

“Yeah,” she slurs, dazed and distracted. Quickly on her way to getting drunk on Cumulus and doing something nefarious.  

“Sunshine,” Cumulus says, more insistently this time. She isn’t angry or upset, but the way she punctuates her name makes her spring up, a string of spit still connected by the corners of their mouths snapping and adhering itself to her chin. 

“What?”

Cumulus smooths her hands up the smaller ghoulette’s thighs. Dancing dangerously high. She bites her lip, eyes darting up and down between them. “You’re hard, baby.”

“I—” Sunshine looks down to find that yes, she’s fattened up along the seam of her bike shorts, cock pushing at the spandex. She rubs her hand along the ridge of it and gasps. “Oh,” she says eloquently. She can feel her cheeks turn a bright shade of crimson, ears pinning back against her head. “‘M sorry.”

“Sorry?” Cumulus shakes her head in disbelief. “Got nothing to be sorry for,” she assures. Her hands continue to move up and down her thighs, the iridescent green nail polish on her nails sparkling against the maroon of her shorts. She’s panting now; can’t help it, not with Cumulus looking at her like that. Appreciative. Loving. Hungry. An image of her with her glossed lips mouthing over her cock flashes through her mind, and she throbs so hard her eyes roll back. 

Cumulus bites back a moan. “Haven’t even touched you yet.” 

Sunshine’s eyes go wide. She thinks she stops breathing. 

“I will. If you want me to. You don’t have to hide it, baby, it’s okay.”

She blinks. Mouth opening and closing like a guppy and nothing is coming out, oh Lucifer say something!

“Sunbug.” Cumulus pulls her in by the shirt, low enough so she can cup Sunny’s face with both her hands. Gentle but insistent. “Look at me. Are you okay?”

Their gaze finally comes into focus. Honey-amber into bright sky-blue. And Sunshine’s never seen so much love and desire concentrated there. “I want you so bad,” she blurts out, tongue suddenly too big for her mouth. “For a while now,” she adds, barely above a whisper. 

Cumulus hums. Slides a hand down her chest and around to her ass. “You can have me,” she says easily. 

“Fuck, really?” 

A moment of silence hangs between them. Sunshine’s heart jumps to her throat. But then Cumulus is laughing, smiling so wide her cheeks make her squint. She can’t help but giggle in return, laughing at her obliviousness.

“Come back here. Kiss me again,” Cumulus demands through dying huffs of breath. Sunny can’t do anything but oblige, dipping down to press their smiling mouths together again. 

The first few kisses are chaste—pecks, really. Given through the last of her giggles until she’s able to settle against the air ghoulette fully. The next kiss is long, deepening at the end and warming the fire in her belly. Shared breath and subtle petting drop her right back into the moment, and before she knows it, Cumulus is fisting a hand in her hair and pulling her head back to kiss at her neck. 

“Hah, ‘Lus that’s—oh.” Her hips stutter forward of their own accord, tail kinking up behind her. Cumulus moans against her skin and bucks her hips up to meet her aborted thrust, granting her delicious friction that has her groaning and digging her claws into the sheets. 

“Want you to feel how hot you make me,” Cumulus says breezily. She snatches up one of Sunny’s hands and guides it between them, shoving her fingers past the waistband of her shorts and into her underwear. She’s even softer here; Sunshine pets through her neatly trimmed curls straight down into her folds, warm and plump and wet. 

“Fuck, unholy fuck, ‘Lus, you feel so good.”

“Yeah,” she breathes. “That’s it, good girl.”

Sunshine nearly chokes on her own saliva, cock kicking hard where it’s trapped beneath too-tight fabric. She can feel herself leak when Cumulus mischievously slots a thigh between her legs, pushing up until she curves in on herself with a gut-punched moan.

“‘Lus—”

She smiles, all dimples and fangs. “Mm, that good?” 

“Too good, you’re gonna fuckin’ kill me.”

𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈 ✿

[eleuphoric]

𝐊𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝! 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐

𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐃𝐨𝐯𝐞: 𝐃𝐨 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐄𝐚𝐭

(𝐃𝐨𝐦) 𝐆𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐖𝐚𝐲 𝐱 (𝐒𝐮𝐛) 𝐅𝐞𝐦 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭

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•𝙈𝘿𝙉𝙄• 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙣 𝙗𝙮 𝙖𝙣 𝙖𝙙𝙪𝙡𝙩, 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙖𝙙𝙪𝙡𝙩𝙨, 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙖𝙙𝙪𝙡𝙩𝙨•

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•𝙖𝙛𝙖𝙗 + 𝙨𝙝𝙚/𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙨•

𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜! 𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮 𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙡𝙪𝙙𝙚𝙨: 𝘬𝘪𝘥𝘯𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘮 𝘴𝘺𝘯𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘦, 𝘤𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 (𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘩), 𝘬𝘯𝘪𝘧𝘦𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺, 𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘯, 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵/𝘣𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘨𝘦, 𝘴𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘮/𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘮, 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘵, 𝘱𝘦𝘵𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴, 𝘥𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘦, 𝘶𝘯𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘹, 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘪𝘦

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Time had become nothing but a concept, its grasp slipping away. All you knew was him. You were unsure of how long you had been held captive at this point, that wasn't important. What was important was staying on your best behavior for Gerard.

It was chilling how fast he could switch up, his soft possessive demeanor could easily become that of a monster. A single misstep could end horribly. Your body, littered with bruising and scars throbbed with pain. While your grip of reality slipped away. Clinging onto the shadows of the cold yet familiar basement. The basement. Isolation became your companion. Gerard knew this, purposefully isolating you to create a dependency on him.

He was drawn to your strength, your independence. It heightened his satisfaction being able to slowly break you down into nothing but his property. A meek kitten for him to do as he pleases.

Today had started no different, only wearing a pair of thin panties as well as an oversized t-shirt. Wearing clothes gave you some sort of dignity in this place, yet your clothes lingered with the scent of Gerard’s cologne, a constant reminder of his presence. As you lay cold on the floor, you hear the familiar thudding. The sound that you oh so feared. His heavy step crashing against the withered wood of the stairs as he made his way down. As soon as he reached the bottom, a cynical grin grew on his face as he saw you, excitedly approaching you in the dim corner. “Good morning sugar, I hope you slept well”. His lips crashed against yours, his hands went straight to your hips as he held you against the support beam you were restrained to.

You winced, he put his full body weight on you, his lips trailing along your neck, seeking closeness. “I have some bad news, angel,” he murmured. You couldn’t fathom what “bad news” entailed in Gerard’s mind, bad news to him probably meant something great for you. Yet, a knot of anxiety sat in your stomach.

“I have to leave for a bit, handle some matters.” he explained, his tone almost apologetic. “It pains me to leave you, but it’s necessary, I hope you in understand.”

This was your chance, a fleeting chance for freedom. It took some planning on your part, you'd have to be on your best behavior, and persuade him to remove your restraints. The days dragged by, time elusive in your confinement. You had avoided punishment as much as possible, but completely pleasing Gerard was a task that was impossible. He'd always find a reason to punish you, it gave him even more power over you.

The day finally arrived, the day that you had longed for. You had been on your best behavior, doing exactly as Gerard said, and overall appearing a lot happier. All that mattered was getting him to say yes. As usual, he walked down the creaking stairs, today he was dressed nicer. A maroon sweater paired with some khakis and dress shoes. His hair was done for once, nicely parted to the side. You hated to admit it to yourself, but he actually looked pretty handsome today. His put together appearance hid the fact that there was something else going on inside of him.

“Hi my angel, I hope you slept well”. He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss against your lips, his breath was fresh like sweet mint as it tickled your nose. Pulling back, he noticed the slight grin on your face, “You excited to see me, sugar?” You nodded softly, gazing into his hazel eyes. You stared for a little longer, you had never really noticed the specks of green and blue before and it was quite pretty. Over time, you found yourself discovering the allure in Gerard, pondering the possibility of a life together beyond these confines.

“Mhm.” You responded, snapping back to reality. Gerard leaned in closer, brushing his lips against your ear and whispering, “M’ gonna miss you princess, I’m sorry I have to leave, it’s important”. He never told you what was going on outside of the basement, or how long he’d be gone. It kept you on your toes, waiting for his return.

“But- since you’ve been such a good girl for me, I’m gonna take the restraints off,” It was almost as if he read your mind. Your plan had worked, but not in the way you planned. Nonetheless, it was the moment you had been waiting for, the chance to seize your opportunity for freedom.

Gerard untied your arms from the support beam he had you tied to. revealing deep ridges and bruises from the prolonged use of ropes. As the bindings fell away, It was freeing, feeling your own body once again after what felt like a lifetime.

“Behave while I’m gone my love”. Gerard swept in, kissing you once more before venturing back up the stairs. You heard the creak of the door, then the slam. After waiting in your silence, it was finally time. Your legs wobbled as you began to stand up, being stuck to the floor for so long had weakened your capabilities to walk, and it took a few moments for you to bring yourself together.

Pushing away your anxiety you stepped forward, making your way towards the stairs. The cold felt electric against your bare feet, getting used to walking again. Despite the pain and stiffness, you pushed forward, fueled by your chance to escape.

You made your way to the stairs, scanning them up and down as you planted your foot on the step. The stairs creaked, echoing in the depths of the basement. With each step you gained confidence running upstairs reaching the door. Your hand grasped the cold metal knob and slowly turned it, making the realization that it had been unlocked. Gerard wasn’t one to forget these things, but you pushed your thoughts aside hoping it was a mistake.

You find yourself on the first floor of a small house. The walls decorated with torn wallpaper, and the floor cluttered with random debris. Gerard had little regard for cleanliness, a fitting trait for someone who keeps a person locked up in their basement.

Swiftly turning your head down the hallway, finding the front door, you make a beeline for it, your mind completely filled with thoughts of esacape, You swung open the door, light flooded your face, the fresh air entered your nose. It all distracted you until you felt a hand cover your mouth, and the other yank you back.

Your heart dropped to the floor. He planned it, just as you had planned to escape. His arms brought you to the ground having you pinned beneath his grasp with one hand pressing your neck against the old wooden floor. “You really thought I’d leave you alone, and the door left unlocked? I thought you were smarter than that sugar.” His manic demeanor sent chills down your spine. Nothing else filled your mind but pure terror, having no other response but to beg for mercy.

“Please Gerard, I’m so sorry please I won’t do it again I’ll do whatever you want please don’t hurt me!” Tears welled up in your eyes, and he just laughed, that sinister smile growing back on his face as he sat amused by your pathetic attempts to take it back.

“Oh it’s too late for that now princess.” He hissed, his words sharp as knives as he dipped his one hand into his back pocket, pulling out a blade. The shine glistening against the sunlight pooling into the house.

Gerard pressed the knife against you lower stomach, the sharp tip pinching the skin as he stared into your soul. “Did you forget who you belong to?“ The words quickly filled your head, mustering out a “You! I belong to you Sir please, please don’t hurt me.” Once again he chuckled. “You need to be taught a lesson, learn what happens when you try to outsmart me. That’s what dumb girls like you get when you try to outsmart your master.” You began whimpering, the hold on your throat restricting your airflow as he slowly dragged the knife against your stomach. You couldn’t see what was happening, but there was a dull pain as he began to carve into you, his smile never breaking. He finally shoved the blade into his back pocket whilst examining the fresh cuts. Letting out short gasps and whimpers, you felt despair. Utter and true despair. Gerard pressed two of his cold fingers against the wounds, watching your body flinch from the shock and pain. He lifted his fingers towards his face, admiring the red that covered them before pressing his tongue against them.

Watching him lick himself clean of your blood was sickening. His eyes rolled back as the metallic taste littered his tongue, feeling nothing but euphoria.

The world slowly began to turn dark due to your lack of oxygen, your limbs slowly weakening as it all seemed to disappear away. Gerard quickly noticed, slapping your face firmly to bring you back. The burning on your cheek distracted you from the pain on your abdomen. “Stay awake, I want you awake for this next part.”

Gerard swiftly unbuckled his belt as you lay helpless on the floor. You knew better than to try and escape after what had happened. His cock was rock hard against his boxers, a small patch of precum making itself visible as he pulled himself out. “Like what you see angel?” Red grew against your cheeks as arousal flooded your core. You scolded yourself for finding pleasure in this, helpless against the floor as your captor abuses you.

Gerard slowly stroked his cock a few times before ripping off your panties in one swift motion. The cool air hit your glistening folds running a shiver down your spine. He brought his cock down, gathering wetness on the tip. “You’re soaked princess, are you sure you didn’t try to escape so I’d give it to you rough?” You shook your head quickly, speechless due to the heat quickly growing between your thighs. “Mm, what’s all this then sugar?” Gerard pushed his cock into your hole, the stretch causing you to let out an involuntary moan as he pushed against your pulsing walls.

He quickly set a brutal pace, holding your legs up to your chest as he thrusted back and forth ruthlessly. “Is this what you needed? To be fucked so hard by me that you can’t think of anything else.” Gerard could barely speak, his groans filled the room as well as your whimpers and moans. His cock bounced against your cervix, causing a mix of pain and pleasure as his thick length assaulted your poor hole.

His hand found its way back to your throat, the sudden sensation causing a gasp to leave your mouth. Gerard wasted no time at leaning forward and spitting into your mouth. The lingering taste of your blood filled your mouth causing a sudden shock of nausea at the reminder.

You were approaching the edge, you could fill your walls begin to tighten as Gerard continued to thrust relentlessly. “You’re such a desperate little girl for me, the second I give you anything you’re on the floor begging for more. You just can’t help be nothing but my pathetic little pet huh?”

His voice dripped in your ears like honey, the whole world seemed to stop around you, and all that mattered was him. His darkened eyes never leaving your eyesight. “Please m’gonna cum please sir.” You begged, losing any dignity you had remaining by completely submitting to him. “Oh fuck~ that’s a good girl for me, found your manners finally?” His thrusts grew sloppier as you both finally reached your peaks, pleasure washing over you as you saw stars. “Oh fuckk, m’ gonna fill you up princess, leave you dripping with my cum.” Gerard slammed as deep as possible into you, letting out a yelp as you felt his hot cum paint your walls. Whimpering beneath him he stayed inside you for what felt like eternity.

He finally pulled out, both of your juices mixing with eachother as your whole body was brought back to reality. Blood was smeared all across Gerard and yours stomachs from the friction. He wasted no time in picking you up and bringing you to the bathroom.

Gerard gently placed you in the bathtub before running the water, flinching at the cold shock. “Shshsh, it’s ok my love.” Giving your head soft pets as he began to fill the tub with bubbles. You hadn’t received a normal bath since you arrived, only having been wiped down with a washcloth and some soap.

You shivered in both fear and cold as the tub began to fill up, remnants of the day filling your mind as Gerard began to gently wash your hair. “You did so good for me princess, you took your punishment so well.” The words shouldn’t have comforted you, but it brought you a sense of peace knowing he felt proud of you. The aroma of the lavender began to fill the room as he continued to wash you, being extra gentle around your aching wounds.

Once he finished he wrapped you in a towel, bringing you to his bedroom. Carrying you he gently laid you on the bed before going to his closet to retrieve some clothes for you. It was unexpected, the amount of anger and malice that was shown before had seemed to disappear as he took more care of you than he ever had.

Gerard helped you get dressed, wearing nothing but panties and a shirt like usual. Grabbing your hand gently he guided you to the side of the bed. You laid down on the firm mattress, the sheets were soft from wear and his comforter was warm. The overwhelming sensation of being in a bed after being in the desolate basement quickly tired you. Gerard snuck his way on the other side of the bed before wrapping his arm around your waist. “Goodnight sugar, sleep well.” He pressed a soft kiss against the back of your neck before drifting off to sleep.

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𝙝𝙞 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙤𝙣𝙚! 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙤 𝙢𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙪𝙥𝙥𝙤𝙧𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙤𝙣𝙚! 𝙞 𝙝𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙡𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙙𝙣’𝙩 𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙨𝙤 𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙚𝙣𝙟𝙤𝙮 𝙞𝙩! 𝙞 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙝𝙤𝙥𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙜𝙪𝙮𝙨 𝙚𝙣𝙟𝙤𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙙 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩!

-𝙚𝙡

[dw19791967]

That Type of Girl Part 3

Pairing: Dean x reader (Eventual), Sam x reader (Platonic)

Warnings: language, unrequited love, angst, mentions of torture, mentions of self-hate.

This is the third fic I have ever written, all mistakes are my own. Please be gentle on me!

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What does one wear to church? I wouldn’t know since I never really went as a kid and as an adult well, once you know who God really is, it can be hard to get past that. 

I decided on a long oversized maroon sweater, black leggings, and boots. I never really was a heels girl. Sure, I could handle a wedge or boots with a chunky heel, but I definitely wasn’t the type to wear six inch heels. I decided to leave my hair in its natural state, but I did twist my bangs together and pinned them back. I can’t braid, no matter how many times I have tried to learn. So twisting two pieces together is my go to, especially to get hair out of my face. I applied my regular makeup routine. I do it for me, not to impress people. I may be overweight and unappealing in other aspects but my makeup is something I am proud of. Years of practice have helped make it easy, and quick.

I walked out of the bathroom ready to go. “Alright boys, let’s do this.”

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When we arrived at the church not a ton people were there. There was a small group gathered. A few women, they seemed to be in their late 20’s and a couple of men who seemed to be around the same age.

“Ok Y/N you ready? Remember, Dean and I will be here if you need us. We are going to try to scope the place out a bit” Sam looked at me. I am glad he was confident in my people skills, cause right now I am not. I do fine talking with people I know and even strangers. But the pressure of trying to force a conversation can be a struggle sometimes. And since Dean didn’t seem too confident in my skills earlier, I have been dreading this. How is it that the man who is supposedly my best friend, doesn’t believe I am capable of doing something I have done a hundred times before. 

“I guess.” I started heading towards the group of people.

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We just arrived back at the motel. Sam sat down next to me “Well we found nothing, we checked all over the place. Nothing suspicious, no sulfur or EMF.” 

“Yeah and all the single chicks were a bust too.” Dean smiled.

Of course he would be worried about chasing tail.

I sighed. “Ok, I talked to a group of people at the church. They mentioned a guy Sarah worked with, his name was Ryan not sure on last name (Sarah was the most recent victim). They also mentioned Sarah had a crush on a dude at the church, Marshall. And last one, she had talked to Rick quite a bit at the church. One of the ladies said Rick has just been in town the last 2 weeks. Something seems off with Rick, but I’m not really sure what.” I looked over the case files again. I always like to make sure I am not missing anything.

“Well since we are at a stand still, I say it’s time to hit the bar. We need a break from researching and thinking.” Dean stood up.

“Maybe you're right, we can take a break and come back to it later.” Sam looked at me. “What do you say Y/N?”

“I think I’m going to stay here, try to figure out what is happening. Something is wrong in this whole equation.” I kept reading the files. I am also not in the mood to see Dean flirt tonight. But I will keep that thought to myself.

“Well party pooper, call if you need us.” Dean patted my shoulder. 

Maybe a break from the boys will do me some good.

I had just changed into a t-shirt and took my makeup off when there was a knock at the door. I figured one of the boys was back and forgot their key.

“I swear you guys can’t survive without me.” I headed for the door.

I cracked the door open. Rick. What the hell is he doing here?

“Hi Y/N, I hope you don’t mind me stopping by. I just wanted to check on you and see if you maybe needed anything.” He rubbed the back of his neck. A nervous tick maybe.

“Um, I appreciate that. How did you know I was here?” This is weird for sure.

“Oh my aunt owns this motel, so I checked with her and she said you were here. She also mentioned you had two guys with you. Are you going to let me in?” He smiled at me.

“Uh, I guess.” I grabbed my knife and stuck it in the back of my leggings. A girl can never be too safe.

“So who are the guys here with you, brothers?” Rick made his way into the room.

“No, just friends. They came to be supportive. Can I get you a beer or water?” I had told the group of people at the church I was a cousin of Sarah’s, since she had no family in town it was an easy lie.

“I’ll have a beer, thanks.” I handed him the drink. “So where are your friends?”

“Out, they should be back shortly.” I was getting nervous. Something was not right here. 

“Oh I doubt that Y/N. You know Dean always enjoys working on his night moves.” Rick's eyes flashed black. Next thing I know everything went black.

Oh I am so screwed.

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“Wakey, wakey sunshine. God, I can’t believe how stupid you are for a hunter. Who the hell lets someone they barely know into their hotel room?" Rick poked at me.

We were in an abandoned warehouse. I was cuffed to a chair. This wasn’t exactly how I planned on my night going.

“Well, what can I say? I’m prone to making stupid decisions. So why don’t we just cut the foreplay. What do you want? ” I smiled.

Whack. Damn. I almost had forgotten what it was like to get the shit knocked out of me.

“You know, all of the women I took. There was nothing exciting about them. I mean they wonder why they are single. Maybe it’s because they are so damn boring. But you, I mean besides being overweight and homely, there's a certain spark to you. And once I found out you were a hunter, well you had to be my next victim.” He smoothed my hair out.

“So are you doing this for shits and giggles or is there a bigger agenda you are playing into?” He made his way over to a table and brought back a knife. Great.

“Oh sweet Y/N, of course I am doing this for me. You see, I have played by all the rules and followed the main man's plan. But it’s time for me to shine and this is just the beginning. So whatcha say, are you ready to have some fun?” Rick started to slice into my arm.

Lucky for me, I have a high pain tolerance.

“You see, you were an easy target. Your self esteem is so low. Plus can’t forget your little crush on the elder Winchester. What makes you think he would ever look at you twice?” Rick now started slicing my thighs. “I mean you have a pretty face for sure, but you know Dean prefers his women slim. You will never be that type of girl ya know?”

“Screw you. You don’t know the first thing about me. I mean you do realize anything you say to me, I have either heard or said it to myself a thousand times before? Way to be creative.” I laughed. I have always been stubborn. I’m sure as hell not going to stop now.

“You know, you are really starting to get on my nerves. How about I find a way to shut that pretty mouth up. I doubt the Winchesters would even miss your annoying ass.” Rick punched me in the face.

I spit blood out of my mouth. I hope he gets this over with soon.

Tag List:

@hazel-eye-coffee-shop-girl-blog

@deanspinsterwitchs-readinglist

[hearts4golbach]

Get the Angles Right!

chapter 7.

pairing:

Johnnie Guilbert x Fem!Reader.

a/n:

sorry for the slow updates on this, I'm trying to get requests out too!

not proofread

warnings:

none

word count:

1.2k

making it early to Johnnies shoot was a nearly impossible task with the New York traffic, but you made it. Johnnie served as your morning motivation that day since it was a stormy, stay in bed kind of day. your excitement for the shoot contradicted that feeling.

you hung all 4 outfits up and carefully inspected them one last time. everything was perfect, which you were thankful for because embarrassing yourself was the last thing you wanted to do. you silently prayed everything would go to plan. the venue you had booked was small, but the perfect setting for your vision.

you sighed as you sat on the tiny love seat. your leg bounced anxiously as you scrolled aimlessly through your phone. you had a fear of Johnnie absolutely hating the outfits. you don't know what you would do if he didn't.

the front doors slid open and reveal Johnnie, who was carrying two cups. "hey, i brought coffee." he wasn't wearing any makeup, per your request, since you were going to be putting it on him yourself. "well, i decided to get this tea to try, i don't know." he smiled nervously.

you admired the features of his face you hadn't noticed before whenever he was wearing makeup. you quickly snapped yourself out of your trance. "what tea did you get?" you questioned as he handed you your coffee. you noticed he remembered your order exactly. you weren't sure how, though. you didn't question it.

"thai tea with milk in it, i think." he took a sip, his eyes lighting up at the taste. "it's actually really good. try it," he handed it to you.

you took a sip, "they do make a good thai tea, thai tea is one of my favorites. i'm glad you like it."

he nodded, "can i finally see what you made?"

excitement coursed through your veins as you led him over to the clothes rack. you took the first outfit off of the rack and showed it to him. it was a casual black shirt sleeve button up along with the maroon embroidered vest you had made. the pants were similar to dress pants, but hugged his legs more and had similar embroidery with carefully placed rips. "do you like it?l

his jaw fell slack in shock before a smile formed on his face. "you made this?"

"uh, yeah. it's a little ryan ross inspired outfit." you explained your vision. "but, yeah, i made it."

he wrapped his arm around you, pulling you in to a side hug as he admired your work.. "this looks so fucking cool, holy shit."

you blushed deeply. "thank you, i'm excited to see it on you!"

the next one you pulled off the rack. with the zebra print jacket you had thrifted, you used it as add ons to a leather jacket. it was also a snug fit jacket. under the jacket, there was a white mesh shirt to tie in the white from the zebra print. on the bottom was a normal pair of black skinny jeans.

Johnnie was just as in shock. he profusely complimented your creativity as he couldn't take his eyes off of the outfit. all of his praise made your heart feel as if it was about to beat out of your chest. you moved on to the next outfit.

the next outfit was less layered than the others. it was an oversized, long sleeve button up. it was a light brown with splotches of dark brown scattered. you paired it with black leather pants and snuck in some homemade jewelry as well. (the home made jewelry, along with some of Johnnies was used for every outfit.)

the last outfit had the most pieces to it. you had a black t shirt with small, black rhinestones scattered miscellaneously around it. the dark red skinny jeans went with it. you stacked two chains on one side of his hip, and a black rhinestone belt hanging from the other.

needless to say, he loved every single outfit you had made for him. he was in awe of what you had created and couldn't wait to try it on.

"let's go do your makeup for the first one, yeah?" you asked, trying to hide how flustered you were. "i'm not going to mess with your hair, since i love how you do it.

johnnies face turned a light shade of pink. "okay,"

"here, sit in this chair." you pulled out the chair that was tucked into the vanity. you brought out the all of the new makeup you had gone out to buy last night. "i got you all new makeup, so you don't have to worry about germs."

h laughed, "i wasn't really worried in the first place."

for your 'ryan ross outfit as you called it, you stuck with some black eyeliner in his waterline. you smudged maroon eyeshadow under his eye and on his eyelid then added some mascara and you were finished.

"that was fast," he mentioned, "do i get to go change now?" he asked, giddy.

you laughed. "yeah, take the first one and let me know if you need help. the dressing room is right over there." you pointed in the direction of the small dressing room in the corner. "i'll be right out here setting up my camera, it won't take long."

he nodded and got straight to changing, you quickly set up the camera. your camera was small and cheap, but it served you well and was good quality. you set it on a tripod. you set up the backdrop, which was a beautiful shade of gold.

you whipped around whenever you heard the dressing room door open. Johnnie walked out and how the outfit looked on him almost made you drool. the vest hugged his waist, giving you the exact silhouette you wanted. the collared shirt looked quite dashing, you could say. the pants looked better than you imagined.

"holy shit," you muttered under your breath.

johnnie raised his eyebrow. "what did you say?"

"nothing, you look fucking great." you blurted. "you look hot."

he giggled as blush spread across his face. "where do you want me?"

"come stand in the middle for me." he did as told, and you started instructing him on how to pose. "you can kinda do whatever you want, maybe throw in the usual hands in front pockets pose, you know?"

he nodded and began. you snapped a bunch of photos, encouraging him further. he was a natural. the pictures came out perfect. you couldn't stop thinking about how good he looked. "oh my god, Johnnie. come look at these." you beckoned him over.

you showed him all of the best photos, and even he was in shock. "what the fuck? those are so good. you're actually the most incredible woman i've ever met."

you choked on your spit at the compliment. you cleared your throat, "there's a robe in the changing room. go change into that and we'll get started on your next makeup look." you smiled softly.

his eyes lingered on your lips before meeting your gaze again. "yes ma'am."

[certifiedtrashmouth]

#66 for Spotify wrapped: Eddie Munson x Reader

(I'm currently reeling after reading Maroon, that was such beautiful heartbreak. I'm a little lost after it 😭🖤)

TRACK 66 - moodswings by 5 seconds of summer (eddie munson x reader)

a/n: first of all, i apologize for maroon!!! even though this song is a perfect recipe for angst, i tried to swing it as fluffy as possible to make up for that emotional damage lol. also i’m also having a ‘bad day’, and wish i had an understanding eddie to make it better.

warnings: mentions and subtle descriptions of depression

“through bloodshot eyes, the sky is falling. it kills when i try to push you away.” 

The room is dark when Eddie walks in. Your roommate had let him in, motioning him towards your room when he’d silently asked where you were with a look. Your door had been shut, so he knocked softly a few times. When he gets no response, he lets himself in quietly, shutting the door back behind him. 

He can barely make out the shape of you in your bed. It’s a messy mountain of blankets, a lump in the center he can only assume is you buried beneath. The only sound in the room is the hum of the fan in the corner. 

His movements are careful as he approaches, toeing off his shoes and discarding his jacket as neatly as possibly on the back of your desk chair. He takes in the state of your room: messy. Clothes litter the floor, there’s a few cups and plates stacked on the desk, your school bag is left unzipped and peaking out beneath the edge of your bed with your schoolwork carelessly poking out. There’s a half burned 3-wick candle left without its metal lid on your dresser - odd, considering you always try to recap the candles when they weren’t in use based on your incessant belief that them being left exposed would deteriorate the scent. 

“Sweetheart?” he whispers when he finally makes it to where you’re curled up, sitting on the edge of the bed as slowly as possible as to not fully disturb you. He can hardly make out the rise and fall of your shoulders as you breathe deeply. 

You’re not asleep. He knows you aren’t, because you snore. It’s something he’s light-heartedly teased you for relentlessly. 

But you’re not responding, and something in the back of his mind knows better than to press you any further. Instead, he takes a hand and gently places it where he believes your thigh is hidden. The warmth of his palm stirs you finally, and he watches as you very slowly turn and shift from beneath the covers. When he finally catches sight of you, his heart simply breaks. 

Your hair is a mess, and your eyes are glassy. Bloodshot, even. It’s obvious you had been crying, whether it was hours ago or seconds before. 

You don’t have to say a word. He stands, and you immediately lift the covers for him. He crawls into the cocoon you’ve created for yourself and so subtly invited him to join you in. Under the covers, it’s warmer than the previous chill of the room. Not by much, but still enough to be comfortable. He shifts himself into a comfortable position quickly, and in a moment’s time you’ve thrown yourself at him. You cling to his t-shirt as your face presses into his chest, leg thrown over his waist, tugging yourself impossibly close. 

He doesn’t mind. He just wraps his arms around you, letting his hand immediately go into auto-pilot as his fingers trail up and down your spine through the oversized t-shirt you’re wearing. The repetitive motion melts you as you relax, moving yourself even closer to him if that were possible. Your head ends up resting against his collarbone, nearly buried in his neck, and he tilts down his chin. 

His lips meet your temple in a chaste kiss before he murmurs, “Bad day?” 

You only nod. Words seem to have escaped you for the time being. 

He doesn’t mind. You both know he’ll stay here with you as long as you need. He won’t bring up nor judge for the messy state of your room nor your mind. He won’t press you to talk if you aren’t ready to. For now, he’s content just being here for you. He’s content to hold you in his arms, to remain in this bubble until you find a way to put the pieces back together and begin to feel better. All he wants you to know right now is that he’s here, and he always has been, and he always will be. During the good days and the bad days. 

You lay there together for an endless amount of time. It’s just you and him, the smell of his stale cigarettes and drug store cologne mingling with the waning remnants of the candle and dust. Everything about the moment is safe - there’s no judgment, no pressure, and certainly no hurry. His actions are a clear wordless whisper; take all the time you need, love. We have all the time it’ll take.

When the time comes and you’re ready, he’ll have the smiles ready. He’ll have his plethora of badly timed jokes and ridiculous stories to tell. He’ll fill you in on his day, or he’ll listen to you ramble as to what’s bothering you, if anything, if that’s what you need. But the time is not now. Right now is the time for silence and heavy tranquility. For hushed healing and effortless affinity.

He’s here for you. And that’s enough for now.

[us3rnam3-r3dact3d]

Solaire Family Fashion

William

Professor core. He’s been through centuries of fashion changes and trends, but he’s always had an affinity for smart but comfortable clothes. He likes to look put together, but lost interest and wearing bland and boring clothes hundreds of years ago. Will also had an eye for durability. He’s going to need clothes for centuries to come. If a piece can last him a hundred years, he’ll choose that. Because of that, a lot of his clothes and silhouettes are classic and timeless. Masculine and simple. Will remembers a point in time where most people had one or two sets of clothes, and relishes the fact that he can have a suit for every day of the year. 

Reds and deep, dark indigo blues were difficult to achieve with Elizabethan era dyes in Europe. Most of his closet is maroon or deep navy. It serves to make him look serious and dark, but it also makes him feel expensive and royal, because he is. 

Tweed jackets and corduroy pants. Dark colored ties and pressed, white dress shirts. Brown oxfords, not black, and never, ever brogues. He thinks they’re tacky. Fun socks, but always in the color scheme of his outfit. Snug sweaters and a golden tie pin, fascened just above his heart. He wears a golden signet ring with one of the rubies in his mother’s collection that he’s held onto and maintained for five hundred years. It is invariably on his right pinky. 

While some clan kings wear intricate regalia, escapilly to summits and multi-clan meetings, William believes in small details. All of his jewelry matches. Studded earrings, waxed and polished shoes, and a perfectly fitted maroon suit.

Alexis

Bold, bright, and powerful. Alexis wants everybody’s eyes to go directly to her when she walks into a room. She’s a subordinate, yes, but she believes in dressing for the job you want, not the job you have. If William won’t dress with the flare of the kings, then Alexis will. 

Blood red and pitch black are the only acceptable colors. Her hair is either slicked back to nothing or so big it’s it’s own statement piece. Her makeup is strategic and bold. Statement brows. Graphic liner. Red lip stain so she always looks like she’s just fed. 

Alexis used to have ruby earrings made from William’s collection, but after Will took Sam’s side after his turning, she relinquished them. She wears precious stone plugs in her 8 mm stretched ears. Onyx for protection in clan meetings. Bloodstone for strength and courage to multi-clan gatherings. Rose quartz to promote unconditional love when she knows she’ll see Sam. 

Tight suit pants that hug her thighs and flare around her five inch heels. Fitted suit vests and jackets with nothing underneath. Complicated, overlaying necklaces that never tangle, no matter how she moves. Two inch long, stiletto nails in red or black only. Chunky platform boots that slam so hard on the ground you can hear her a room over. She wants you to know when she arrives. Skin tight latex dresses that leave nothing to the imagination. Black hats that wrap around her head like a halo. So many rings her fingers don’t touch. 

She wears luxury like a child of new money. She wears it on her sleeve, on her chest, and makes sure that everybody who sees her knows exactly what she has, who she is. That bravado is all she has.

Vincent

Genderqueer prep with an eboy twist. Vincent didn’t have a lot of style when he was human. He wore ill fitting jeans and oversized shirts. Pretty much everything he had was a hand-me-down from his older brother. Nothing was ever his. When Will turned him, Vincent wore Will’s clothes for weeks. He couldn’t go back to his dorm and get his things, and he couldn’t bear to wash the blood and patch the holes in his Levi’s and his Johnny Quest t-shirt. 

When he finally went out to buy his own clothes, he veered to the left. He’d been told that he was royalty, and he suddenly had more money at his disposal than his family had seen in a hundred generations. He wanted to look the part. 

It started with suits. He bought day suits and tuxedos, fancy clothes in every color. Eventually, he got sick of asking Will to tie his bowties. He started finding more casual ways to wear his clothes. 

Tight suit pants that accentuate his ass paired with vintage graphic tees and pressed flannels. Immaculate Chuck Taylor converse and Dr. Martens Jadon boots. Black and maroon dress shirts, unbuttoned to his abs. A delicate silver chain, cold without his body heat. A gray peacoat that he only wears in winter to wrap around Lovely’s shoulders when they forget their own. A single ruby stud he wears in his right ear (he gave the other to Lovely). 

In recent years, Vincent’s been playing with more feminine accessories and lines. Chain belts, perfect black nail polish, and subtle, winged eyeliner. An Elsa Peretti snake necklace in sterling silver from Tiffany’s and an Hermés Kelly in noir. Higher waist pants and lower cut shirts, all that make his tall, slim form more striking. 

He still scours vintage shops and Goodwills for shirts that remind him of his brother’s hand-me-downs.

Sam

What I like to call punk cowboy. Sam grew up in the south, obviously, and the utilitarian, outdoor-heavy style of that region plays heavily into his fashion sense. All of his clothes serve a purpose and last for decades. Sam will always choose utility of style, but he’s not opposed to looking good. 

He owns one suit for special occasions. It’s a deep green, and he has a Solaire ruby tie pin. Will got it for him when time came for his first Monarch Summit. Sam sat through the fitting holding his breath the whole time. He feels unnatural in it, but it fits so perfectly that the only thing that looks awkward is his posture. 

He’s the only one in the main Solaire family that wears mostly cool colors. He doesn’t like red. He thinks it's a bit cliche. 

Blank tees and thick work flannels. Dark wash, straight legged blue jeans, mostly Levi’s. A matching denim jacket he’s had since high school with lovingly patched holes. Black work boots with a matching belt. Real leather only, which he maintains meticulously. Band t-shirts from underground shows he saw in his youth, thick sweaters and hoodies. Sam can never shake the feeling of being cold, so he layers heavily in the winter, although it never makes him any warmer. The man isn’t opposed to cargo pants. He likes pockets, accessible places to keep things. He’ll sneak away little keepsakes. Movie tickets, scraps of paper, restaurant napkins with notes scrawled in black ink. 

Sam does not wear hats, no matter how many cowboy hats Darlin’ gifts him. He’ll wear a plain baseball cap if he’s caught in the sun, but nothing more. 

He used to wear ruby stud earrings, the same ones that Alexis returned to Will less than politely, but not anymore. Each of his progeny wears one of them now. 

[girlypopbops]

my wishlist atm:

༻ bling phone camera lense covers

༻ white Tommy Hilfiger LEXXA sneakers

༻ new black kanken bag

༻ disposable cameras for senior yr of college

༻ EOS vanilla cashmere shea butter

༻ new black & white wildflower phone case

༻ black & leopard slippers

༻ black bonnet & shower cap

༻ silk black & white floral pjs

༻ oversized cashmere zip up hoodie

༻ aquaponic black electric tooth

༻ the bell jar by Sylvia Plath

༻ everything I know about love by Dolly Alderton

༻ all about love: new visions by Bell Hooks

༻ transparent & black post it notes

༻ black sleeping mask

༻ new sunset lamp

༻ black fluffy rug

༻ chunky silver jewelry

༻ maroon framed glasses

༻ new black Stanley

༻ black version of the 5 minute journal

༻ new workout long sleeve top

༻ I love being delusional t shirt

༻ maroon and silver belt

༻ leopard print button up

༻ leopard print pants & short skirt

༻ oversized black and white stripe trousers

༻ y2k scarves

༻ sparkly pants

༻ metallic cow boy boots

༻ candle warmer

༻ clear drawer organizers

༻ white oversized silk button up

༻ clear glass plates

༻ cocktail making kit

༻ atomic habits by James Clear

༻ hair masks

༻ red acrylic nails

༻ were not really strangers

༻ nice record player

༻ tv & LED strips to go behind

༻ vinyls : GUTS, hit me hard and soft, blonde

༻ coffee cup jelly cat

༻ mushroom lamp

༻ stick candles

༻ cannon g7x

༻ bangles

[savannah-5555]

"I dunno I think you'd look great in orange"

Prompt #11 from @magic-girl-in-a-muggle-world 's prompts for @jilytober.

Muggle AU; Engaged Jily; Rated T/ PG-13 for flirty behavior between a committed couple. Read on AO3

Orange blossom, salmon, sunset, sunrise, oh for bloody sake, Lily sighed internally tossing the swatch card aside, Petunia’s overly cheery smile mocking her from the soon to be Dursley family’s Save the Date. She inhaled deeply to the brewed cup of coffee James had prepared before heading out on his usual Saturday morning running loop. The mug’s warmth radiated through both palms, the fresh grounds performing some much needed aroma therapy.

 Not that she didn’t love her sister and not to make Petunia’s wedding all about herself, but for goodness sake, did the bridesmaid’s dress color palette have to be the shades that would best clash with Lily’s hair? Honestly.

“Oh for fuck’s sake,” she sighed, staring at the the beautifully overpriced nuptial stationary on the kitchen table again. “Of the entire bloody rainbow, she had to go out and choose orange?” 

“Morning! What do we have against orange again?” James walking into the kitchen

“Hello?” Lily gestures to hair, “Have you seen my hair?  And don’t even say what you were about to-”

James did not both to hide the smirk biting off his cheeky remarks, as he kicked his trainers aside, discarding his earbuds in the catch all on the kitchen counter.

“I dunno, I think you’d look great in orange-”

“But I think you would look even better wearing nothing,” Lily chorused, finishing his sentence with him in tandem, “Prat, you’re so bloody predictable.”

“Well, can you blame me? It’s not my fault my fiance is gorgeous.” James pulled his shirt over his head and Lily fully let herself oggle her future husband's half naked sweaty torso.  “Is it freaking hot in this apartment or is it just me? No, seriously, why do you have the thermostat at 72 degrees?” 

“Because I get cold!” Lily gestured to James’ oversized maroon crewneck that made for a wonderful robe substitute.

“But not cold enough for pants?” James cocked an eyebrow.

"Shower. Now.” Lily pointed down the hall, trying her best to seem stern but ultimately her adoration for James squeezed its way through her facade and she bit back a smile

“Keep me company?” James used his thumbs to pull down his running shorts to expose his abdominal V-cut in what Lily could only describe as the world’s goofiest strip tease, “you know you want this, Evans,” He turned to smack his own bum before winking and turning his back to strut down the hallway. 

“You’re lucky you’re so damn cute,” Lily laughed at him, following him down the hall.

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The Carnival Post Information: The Red Mafia's on a new mission to rescue some people who had gone missing at a nearby carnival. When Mad is quickly separated from the group, shortly followed by Maroon and Thorn, will Velvet and Solana be able to find them and make it out alive? Also available on Wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/user/TheRedMafia Next Update: [Updated] Word Count: 5075

6 days after "The Haircut" “Get your tickets here! Over here folks!” Velvet scoffed as the Red Mafia walked into the square. The area was packed with people as small children ran around with their parents chasing after them. Giant carnival tents and rides towered in the distance. Maroon pulled the sleeves of their brown mushroom sweater as they walked next to Thorn. 

“Alright, I’ll go get the tickets,” Solana began, “Mad, you wanna come with? Not sure what language they speak here.” A smile appeared on the robot’s T.V. screen. 

“Right behind you, Solana,” it said, turning to look at the three teenagers behind them, “We’ll be right back, don’t cause any trouble.” Velvet rolled her eyes. 

“We’re not little kids, Mad.”

“Had me fooled,” Thorn muttered, letting out a quiet laugh. The assassin turned and glared at him before sighing. 

“Whatever, go get the tickets.” Velvet plopped down on a metal bench and quickly pulled their phone out of their back pocket. Thorn sat down on the bench as well, followed by Maroon. The three teens sat in silence for a few moments. 

“Well, this is an interesting way to experience a carnival for the first time,” Thorn joked, smirking at Maroon. They returned a small smile.

“Yeah, I guess,” they said, “The rides look cool.” 

“We’re not here to have fun, Maroon,” Velvet stated, locking her phone, “We have a job to do.” Maroon looked towards the ground.

“Right…” Thorn rolled aer eyes and leaned closer to Maroon.

“We can sneak off and ride some rides later,” he mumbled, causing Maroon to chuckle.

“I heard that,” Velvet said, glaring at Thorn.

“Heard what? I didn’t say anything.”

“Don’t gaslight me, frūx.”

“I’m not lighting any gas, Velvet. You feeling ok?”

“Oh my gods-” Thorn broke out in a fit of laughter. Maroon looked up at their friend but stayed quiet.

“You are so fucking stupid, mihi deōs,” Velvet mumbled, standing up, “I’m going to talk to the others.”

“Tell them to hurry up!” Thorn called out as they walked away. 

“No!” 

“Mad, Solana! Thorn’s trying to gaslight me!” 

“I- What?” Velvet stopped in front of the two of them and crossed their arms. Solana broke out into laughter at the teen’s serious expression.

“Thorn’s trying to gaslight me so I came over here.” 

“...ok?” 

“Phew, Velvet, you are too funny,” Solana mumbled, wiping a fake tear out of their eye. The teen lightly punched his arm but he put his hands up. 

“Hey, I’m sorry, I’m-” the elf broke out into laughter again. Mad chuckled as the line slowly moved forward. Mad watched as the two jokingly argued (or, Mad hoped they were joking) and Velvet adjusted the strap on their side bag. They had slightly adjusted their usual style, ditching the hoodie for a simple black t-shirt and blue jeans. A red beaded bracelet sat on her right wrist, near a cluster of faded scars on her arms. 

She almost looked like a normal teenager, if it weren’t for the dagger stashed underneath her pant leg and throwing knives in her black bag. A pair of tinted sunglasses sat on her face, a precaution to prevent a repeat of the shopping trip incident. Solana had a pair too, pairing it with green cargo shorts and a white t-shirt. The elf, however, strapped a small handgun to her belt and covered it with the slightly-oversized shirt. 

A loud cough echoed from behind the three of them, cutting off Velvet and Solana’s conversation. They turned around to see a boy around Velvet’s age, with bright blonde hair and icy blue eyes. He smirked at them, glancing at Mad and Solana before locking eyes on Velvet. 

“Why hello there.”

“Hello,” she replied, “Can I help you?” The boy was slightly taller than them, almost as if he was looking down at them. 

“I was wondering if I could get your number?” Solana stifled a laugh, covering their mouth with their hand. Velvet closed their eyes for a moment. 

“No.” The boy chuckled. 

“Sure, sweetheart. How about I-”

“No thanks.”

“Aww, come on. No harm in it!” Velvet’s right hand fell to their bag. Solana quickly batted her hand away and Mad quickly grabbed her right arm.

“Come on, it’s time to get our tickets!” the robot said, pulling them away. Velvet followed along, letting out a groan. 

“I’ll kill them.” 

“They’re a kid, leave them alone.”

“Fuck off, Mad.”

Children screamed excitedly as the carnival staff opened the entry gate. Hundreds of people flooded in and quickly scattered around into the various tents. In front of the closest tent, a man stood on a platform juggling lit torches.

“Woah…” Maroon mumbled, “That’s really cool.” Velvet scoffed. 

“Please, it’s fake,” the teen replied sarcastically. Maroon’s face dropped slightly, causing Thorn to glare at Velvet. 

“No need to be such a buzzkill, Velvet,” Solana said, lightly elbowing the teen. Velvet rolled her eyes. 

“Whatever. Let’s just find a staff room and look around.” The group slowly made their way through the crowds of people. Velvet kept a firm grip on their bag as they moved through the crowd. The group followed close behind, using the path Velvet left behind them. Eventually, Velvet took a left towards a blue, unmarked building. As they approached they noticed a sign on the door that read “Authorised Personnel Only”. 

“Perfect,” the teen said under their breath. One try of the doorknob revealed that the building was unlocked and the lights on. Thorn smirked and lightly elbowed Maroon’s arm. 

“Well look at that, mushroom,” he said, “This mission should be easy. We’ll have plenty of time to ride the rides.”

“You two do realise this mission will probably result in the carnival getting shut down, right?” Mad said as Velvet examined the doorway. Thorn groaned. 

“Damn, really?”

“We are solving multiple missing person cases,” Solana replied, “Of course they’re going to shut it down.” 

“Bummer. We should go to another carnival after this.”

“You are a fucking child,” Velvet said, turning around, “Now walk through the doorway.” Thorn raised an eyebrow and Solana facepalmed.

“Why me?”

“Because I don’t want to get stabbed if it's trapped.”

“Oh, and I do?”

“You probably don’t, but I don’t really care what you think right now.” Mad sighed and walked in front of Velvet. 

“How about I go through the door first so no one gets stabbed?” The droid said. 

“Where’s the fun in that?” Velvet asked, smirking, “But sure, be my guest.” Mad stepped into the building, looking around for people. Velvet watched the doorway closely as Mad went down the entrance hallway. 

“No traps?” Velvet wondered out loud, “This is too easy.”

“Hey, at least we’ll get it done quicker?” Maroon said. Velvet shook their head. 

“No, something’s wrong. Mad, come back here.” Before the teen could react, the door slammed shut. The remaining mafia members jumped at the noise, causing a laugh to echo from behind them. 

“What the fuck…” Thorn mumbled, looking around. Velvet quickly tried to open the door again, but found it had been locked. 

“Shit,” they breathed, “Mad! Are you there?” When their question was answered with silence, they turned to look at their teammates.

“Maroon, Thorn. Go check the left side. Solana, you’re with me.”

Mad banged on the door again and was met with no response.

“They can’t hear me,” the robot mumbled, “Great.” They turned around to get another look at the building’s interior. There was a central, grey hallway that seemed to stretch on forever. Every so often, a green door broke the grey monotone. 

The droid began walking down the hallway, looking at the signs on the doors. Most had been scratched out, as if someone was trying to erase them completely. A few were labelled as typical workplace things: bathrooms, a break room, etc. Every single door was locked, well, with the exception of the oddly shaped blue one at the end of the hall. 

When Mad got to that door, they quickly noticed it wasn’t labelled at all. The doorknob was bright gold, or at least a material that gave that illusion. Mad reached out and twisted the doorknob, surprise washing over them when the door didn’t fight it.

“Huh…” the droid mumbled, opening the door fully. The room behind the door seemed to be some kind of computer room, with a giant monitor in the middle. It was powered off, despite the hundreds of wires connecting it to various pieces of machinery around the room. The room itself was dark, almost pitch black. If it wasn’t for Mad’s night vision and the light from the hallway that the door let in, they wouldn’t be able to see. The robot took a step forward towards the monitor.

“Mad?” a familiar voice called out, causing the robot to turn around. In the doorway stood Rhyme Reuter, dressed in a pair of jeans and a tie-dye coloured jean jacket. Mad’s screen featured an exclamation mark as they stared at her. 

“Rhyme? What are you doing here?” Rhyme walked up to Mad, crossing his arms.

“Not important. What are you doing here? I didn’t think Velvet would let you all take a vacation day to a carnival. Also, why wouldn’t you invite me?” the thief joked, a smirk on her face.

“She didn’t, we’re on a mission.” Rhyme raised an eyebrow. 

“A mission? At a carnival?”

“Yeah. Apparently, a lot of people have gone missing here recently so we’re checking it out.”

“Huh, interesting. Say, could you help me with something?” A smile emoticon appeared on the droid's face.

“Sure, what’s up?” Rhyme took a step forward and grabbed Mad’s wrist. 

“Follow me, I’ve gotta show you.”

Thorn carefully looked around the corner of the building, scanning the walkway that went past it. A few of the patrons gave him weird looks, but he ignored them. Maroon walked up next to them and looked down the walkway as well. 

“It’s all clear,” Thorn said, walking forward, “You see any doors?” Maroon looked at the blue wall.

“Nope, nothing.”

“Huh. Maybe that’s the only door in. Think we should try to break it down?” 

“Maybe…” Maroon mumbled, “Let’s check the back first.” Thorn turned and saluted them, causing them to chuckle. The duo continued down the wall and turned to the back of the building. There wasn’t much space due to a hedge wall about a metre behind. Thorn stopped in front of an air vent that sat in the middle of the back wall. 

“There’s a vent back here,” he said. Maroon popped up next to aer and leaned closer to the vent. 

“Velvet uses vents, right? They could get through here as a last resort.”

“I’m not sure Velvet would fit through there, it’s pretty small.”

“True. Maybe-”

“Someone help!” a voice screamed, cutting off Maroon’s sentence. The teens turned towards the noise, which was coming from down the path. Suddenly, a little girl came into view, tears streaming down her face. She had light red hair that was pinned back with a flower crown made of pink roses. 

She couldn’t have been over the age of 10, considering her shortness and childlike structure. She wore what appeared to be a uniform of a black and white plaid skirt with a pink blazer. The kid quickly looked around before locking eyes with the duo. Her eyes quickly lit up and she ran up to them. 

“Thorn!” the kid shouted, wrapping her arms around the older teen, “Where have you been? I’ve been looking for you everywhere!” Thorn stared down at the kid, their eyes as wide as saucers. 

“...Iris?” The little girl wiped the tears out of her eyes and smiled. 

“Who else would it be, brother?”

Velvet kicked the wooden door again, but it refused to budge. They groaned and put their foot down on the ground. Solana stood next to them, arms crossed.

“All of them are locked?” the elf mumbled, “Weird, considering-” Velvet cut them off, throwing their side bag onto the concrete and looking around. The teen quickly spotted a fallen sign, which had detached from the metal pole next to it. She ran over and picked up the pole, returning to the door. 

“Oh Gazra,” Solana mumbled, watching as they placed it in between the door and the doorframe. 

“Gazra can fuck off,” Velvet replied, putting a foot on the pole. Before they could apply pressure, the door quickly opened from the inside. Velvet stumbled forward before Solana grabbed her arm and pulled her back.

“Velvet, what are you doing?” A robotic voice asked. Velvet quickly stood up and threw the pole into the grassy area next to the path. They looked at Mad as Rhyme walked out next to them. His hair had changed since Velvet saw him last, now featuring ice-blue tips instead of pink.

“Well, I was trying to save you,” Velvet answered, gesturing to Rhyme, “But clearly you didn’t need me.” Rhyme smirked. 

“Gotta be faster next time, Bolton.”

“Call me that again, see what fucking happens-”

“Chill, drama queen,” Solana said, letting go of their arm, “Who’s this?” Rhyme smirked and gave Solana a small bow. 

“Diamonds, world-renowned thief and criminal extraordinaire. Which one of the newbies are you?”

“Solana. It’s nice to meet you, Mad’s talked about you quite a lot.” Rhyme raised an eyebrow at Mad.

“All good things, I hope.”

“As good as they could get about you,” Velvet mumbled, crossing her arms. Rhyme laughed. 

“Sensing some hostility there, Bolton,” he said, “Don’t worry, the feeling’s mutual.” 

“What are you even doing here, Diamonds?” 

“None of your business. I just need to borrow Mad here for a few, won’t take long.” Velvet forced out a fake laugh. 

“That’s hilarious, Diamonds. And 100% not happening.”

“Velvet-” Mad began, but Rhyme interrupted it. 

“I just saved them from being locked in the building for who knows how long. It’s the least you can do.”

“Why, so you can steal some pocket money and a few chocolate bars? That’s rich.”

“Yeah, I will be rich when I finish this. Which is why I really need their help.”

“Just go back to your original plan without it, asinus.”

“Considering things have changed and I was about to call it anyway, no.” Mad sighed and grabbed Rhyme’s arm, stepping in front of him. 

“Velvet, it won’t take very long. This’ll let Thorn and Maroon try some of the rides like they wanted to before we end it.” Velvet glared at Mad

“We have a fucking job to do-” Solana quickly covered Velvet’s mouth.

“Go for it, Mad,” the elf began, pinning Velvet’s arms to their side so they couldn’t fight against them, “We’ll handle the mission. Just let us know when you’re done.” A smile emoticon appeared on Mad’s screen.

“Thanks, Solana.”

“No problem. Have fun.” Rhyme quickly grabbed Mad’s arm and pulled it forward. She ran deeper into the park with Mad barely being able to keep up. Once they got out of sight, Solana let go of Velvet.

“What the hell, Solana?” He looked at Velvet and sighed. 

“Sometimes, you’ve gotta let them do their own thing. The four of us can handle the mission just fine on our own.” 

“I’m going to tell you that when we fucking die.”

“How? You’ll be dead.”

“I- Shut up.”

“Brother?” Maroon asked, staring down at the small girl. She turned to them before letting out a quiet squeak. She jumped behind Thorn, who was staring at her with a few tears forming in aer eyes. She grabbed aer legs and stuck her tongue out at Maroon. 

“Go away!” She shouted. Maroon blinked a few times before looking at Thorn. 

“Thorn…?” they began, “Are you ok?”

“I-” Thorn mumbled, “What…”

“Thorn! We should go. Mom will be expecting us any time now!” Iris said, grabbing Thorn’s hand and attempting to pull him forward. Thorn knelt down and pulled the girl into a hug. 

“I’m…I’m so sorry,” Thorn choked out, “I’m so sorry.” Iris looked at it with a confused look. 

“What? Why?” Thorn closed aer eyes tightly but didn’t answer. 

“Thorn, why are you crying?” Iris asked, looking up at her brother, “Did I do something wrong?” 

“No,” Thorn stumbled over aer words, “You…you didn’t.” 

“Then why are you crying?” 

“I just missed you so much, bumblebee.” 

“I was only gone for a few hours.” Thorn shook his head. 

“No, Iris, you’ve been gone for a lot longer than that. How…how did you even get here?”

“Mommy brought me? Didn’t she bring you too?” 

“Mom’s here?” Thorn breathed, their body freezing. Iris nodded. 

“Of course she is, she and Papa would never let us go to a carnival on our own!”

“Iris, I need you to take me to her. Now.” Iris laughed and grabbed aer hand. 

“That’s what I’ve been trying to do, silly!” 

“What’s happening?” Maroon finally asked. Thorn looked up at them and stood, still hanging onto Iris’s significantly smaller hand. 

“It’s…hard to explain,” he mumbled, looking at the ground. Maroon took a step forward and pulled their friend into a hug. 

“It’s ok, you can tell me when you’re ready.” Thorn nodded, slightly resting their head on their shoulder. When they broke apart, Iris was staring right at Maroon. 

“Are you my brother’s boyfriend?” she asked, tilting her head slightly. The two teens went bright red, Maroon burying their head in their hands. 

“Iris, no-” Thorn said quickly, “We’re just friends.” The little girl frowned. 

“Aww, so no brother-in-law?” 

“Iris!” She laughed, gripping Thorn’s hand harder. 

“Come on, momma’s waiting!” Iris pulled Thorn behind her as she ran forward. Thorn almost fell over, grabbing Maroon’s hand. Maroon pulled him upwards, steadying him as Iris kept pulling them along through the park.

Zaeor’s phone buzzed as the god was about to take a bite of his turkey sandwich. He sighed, setting the food down and grabbing his phone off the table. He sighed as he read the notification.

“How does this always seem to happen?” he mumbled, unlocking the phone and dialling a number. It rang once before the other line picked up. 

“You couldn’t let me eat my sandwich, huh?” he joked. 

“Fuck your sandwich,” Velvet said from the other side, “Can you do a magic scan of this place?” 

“I already did, didn’t I tell you?”

“You did, but I want you to do another one.” Zaeor raised an eyebrow. 

“Another one? What are you looking for?” 

“She thinks there’s an illusionist running around,” he heard Solana say from the other side of the phone. 

“Hello, Solana.”

“Hey, Zaeor.”

“Anyways, Velvet, an illusionist? Do you know-” 

“Yeah, they’re extremely rare, blah blah blah. But hear me out.” Zaeor let out a sigh. 

“Alright, go,” he said, standing up from his chair.

“We’ve searched every place in this damned park,” Velvet began, “There’s nothing. Absolutely fucking nothing. No leads, no slip-ups, nothing. There’s been no suspicious activity the entire two hours we’ve been here. All the staff have no previous criminal record, not even any school disciplinary action!”

“Why did you check their school records?-”

“Anything can be evidence.”

“I’m not sure that’s a solid legal argument.”

“Tried telling her that,” Solana added before letting out an “ow”, no doubt from Velvet elbowing her.

“Not to mention Thorn and Maroon have…vanished or something.” The god’s eyes widened. 

“Wait, Thorn and Maroon are missing?”

“Presumably, yeah.”

“And you didn’t lead with that?”

“It’s not why I’m calling you so, no.”

“I-” Zaeor stopped mid-sentence, letting out a sigh, “Continue.”

“Anyways,” Velvet stated, “Unless it’s an outside party, which is unlikely due to the carnival's lack of reaction to the kidnappings, there’s some kind of magic going on.”

“That’s fair, but why an illusionist as opposed to just a normal magician?”

“Think about it, Zaeor. How could a normal magician hide a kidnapping?” 

“Mind manipulation?” Velvet groaned.

“You just love talking about mind manipulation.”

“Hey, it’s a cool power!” Zaeor chuckled, going up the pitch-black stairs that lead to the second floor of his home.

“A ‘cool’ power that would’ve showed up on the initial magic scan.” Zaeor stopped in front of one of the doors at the top of the stairs. 

“Oh, you’re right.” Velvet sighed.

“Everyone loves doubting me recently,” she mumbled. Zaeor sighed. 

“That’s not true, I just wanted to hear your reasoning-”

“It’s not important now,” the teen interrupted, causing the god to shake his head. 

“So you think an illusionist is kidnapping people and using illusions to hide it? But why?”

“To fulfil some sick desire, I don’t know.”

“Experiments maybe?” Solana chimed in.

“Maybe, seems weird though,” Zaeor said, opening the door, “Well, I’ll run an illusion scan and call you back. Stay hidden and blend in.”

“Alright-”

“And find Maroon and Thorn! Where’s Mad?” Velvet groaned. 

“We’re just. Not gonna touch on Mad right now,” Solana interrupted, “We know where they are and they’re fine. Just…not here.” Zaeor raised an eyebrow.

“That’s…ominous.”

“Yeah, I’m realising that.”

“But, whatever. If this really is an illusionist, you’re definitely going to need Maroon and Thorn.”

“Yeah yeah, I know. Call me when you find something.”

“Alright, I will. Good luck and don’t be stupid.”

“I’m never stupid.”

“That’s just a fucking lie,” Solana mumbled. 

“Solana-”

“And don’t kill Solana!” Zaeor added. Velvet groaned again. 

“Fucking fine! Alright, we’re going.” Zaeor groaned as he hit the end-call button on the phone. The god sat down on the large office chair in front of several different monitors around the room. He didn’t move for a few moments but eventually waved his hand. The turkey sandwich appeared in his hand as he booted up the device.

Alright, let’s see what’s going on.

Rhyme laughed as the pair slowed in front of a chain link fence. In front of them, a gate stood far above Mad’s TV. There were no signs on the fence, but beyond it stood a huge pink and blue circus tent. Mad looked up and down the fence but saw no gate. 

“What is this place?” the droid asked. 

“It’s the V.I.P. section.”

“The carnival has a V.I.P. section?” Rhyme shrugged. 

“Yeah, it has like, special arcade games or something. All I know is that there’s a lot of money in there.”

“So what do you need my help with?”

“You see,” Rhyme began, walking towards the fence, “The fence has something on it. I thought it was electrified at first.”

“At first?” Rhyme slowly bent down and picked up a fallen branch from a nearby tree and chucked it at the fence. As soon as it made contact with the metal, the wood burst into flames. Mad took a step back in shock. 

“I…don’t think an electric fence could do that.” Rhyme laughed. 

“Yeah, I think you’re right.”

“So it’s magic then? Mad said, turning towards him, “Why does that mean you need my help? I’m not exactly known for magic.”

“True,” Rhyme mumbled, turning away, “But I think there’s some kind of control panel to it. Think you can find it?” Mad looked at her before looking back at the fence. 

“Maybe…” the robot took a few steps forward, “Are there any wires?” 

“It’s magic, I don’t think it would be controlled through wires.” 

“I don’t know, then,” Mad mumbled, “Did you see another control room?” Rhyme crossed his arms and looked at it. 

“Hm,” she mumbled, tapping her foot, “Oh! Yeah, there’s one nearby.” Mad turned around, a smile on their TV. 

“Well then, Diamonds, lead the way.”

“Didn’t I tell you to call me Rhyme?”

Velvet kicked a rock down the sidewalk. People streamed past her, down the path towards the kiddie rides. The aroma of freshly popped popcorn and funnel cakes filled the air. Children screeched happily while their parents chatted behind them. Velvet took a step forward, only to find a piece of chewed gum had attached itself to the bottom of her combat boots. They let out a loud groan and ripped the gum in half. 

“Stupid fucking place,” they mumbled, “I can’t wait for this to be fucking over.”

“Vel, no need to be such a downer,” a familiar voice called out. Velvet’s eyes widened and she quickly spun around. There stood a boy about 13 years old, a big smile on his face. His bright emerald green eyes looked warmly at them, something they hadn’t seen in a long, long time. 

“Here,” he said, holding a pretzel out to her, “I got one for you. No need to be an edge lord.” Velvet stared at him, causing him to raise an eyebrow. 

“Vel? You ok?” 

“...Caran?” 

“Yeah? You feeling alright?” Velvet stepped towards him. The boy smiled, holding the pretzel out to them. Velvet ignored it, however, swinging a punch at the boy's head. He stumbled backwards, the pretzel falling to the ground with a loud thud. His bright blonde hair covered his face as he winced in pain. People stopped walking to stare at the developing scene, some parents even ushering their small ones behind them. Caran placed a hand on his face and looked back at Velvet, who kept her composure and crossed her arms. 

“That’s about all the proof I need,” they mumbled, shaking their head, “Next time, illusionist, pick someone who’s still alive.” Caran’s eyes widened as Velvet took a few steps forward and kneeled down next to him. 

“W-what are you talking about, Vel? O-of course I’m alive, I’m right here.”

“Now listen very carefully, illusion,” they whispered, glaring at the boy, “I can’t dissolve you here, that would make me look suspicious. However, if I see you again, in this form or any other, I will dissolve you on sight regardless of the consequences. Am I clear?” The illusion nodded fearfully, causing Velvet to frown. 

“That looks wrong,” they mumbled, standing up.

“Velvet, what on Gazra are you doing?” Velvet turned to see Solana pushing through the crowd, who were whispering as the scene unfolded. 

“I know we’re dealing with an illusionist now.” 

“What? How?” Velvet stepped to the side as she stopped and gestured to the illusion on the ground. 

“Take a look.” Solana’s eyes drifted downwards to the boy, who had tears streaming down his face. Their hands clasped over their mouth and they quickly dropped to their knees.

“...Caran!”

“Sol!” He jumped forward and pulled the elf into a hug. It took a few seconds for Solana to process what was happening but he quickly returned the gesture.

“Oh my gods,” she breathed, “You’re…alive!” 

“Oh you’ve got to be kidding,” Velvet breathed.

“Sol! I-I don’t know what I did but I-I tried to give Velvet a pretzel a-and-” the illusion stopped to take a breath, “S-she just punched me!” Solana turned to glare at Velvet, but the teen just looked confused. 

“Velvet-”

“Solana, are you serious right now? This-” Velvet gestured towards the illusion, “can’t be real. Caran is dead.” 

“Or, he could be standing right in front of you,” the elf mumbled, turning back toward the illusion, “How did you escape Unor?” The illusion paused for several seconds before sniffling.

“H-he almost killed me. But I ran. I’ve been wandering the wilderness for- I don’t even know how long it’s been now.”

“See!” Solana exclaimed, pulling him into another hug, “I knew you weren’t dead.” 

“You’re an idiot,” Velvet stated, running a hand through her hair, “Maybe there’s some mind manipulation going on after all.” Solana ignored them, instead focusing on the small boy in front of him. 

“I can’t believe-” the elf paused for a moment, “I’m so glad you’re ok.” Caran sniffled and buried his face in Solana’s shoulder. 

“I missed you,” he said, though it was muffled, “I thought I was seeing things when I saw you guys here and-”

“Shh, it’s ok. We can talk once we get somewhere else. Velvet-” The elf turned to talk to their friend, but she was already gone.

Eventually, Iris slowed down, allowing Maroon and Thorn to catch their breath. 

“She’s just over this fence, in that tent!” Maroon gave the child a confused look. 

“Why is she outside the park?” they asked. Iris turned back to look at them.

“She’s not outside the park,” she began, “That’s the V.I.P. section!” 

“V.I.P. section?” Thorn asked, “I didn’t know carnivals had a V.I.P. section.” 

“And what’s with the fence?” Maroon questioned. Iris frowned at the duo. 

“I don’t know, how would I? All I know is that mom’s in there.” Thorn put a hand on Iris’s shoulder and smiled. 

“Right, sorry Iris.” Maroon looked at the little girl before sighing. 

“Sorry.”

“We just gotta find a way over the fence…” Iris mumbled, looking around. Thorn laughed and turned to their little sister.

“Don’t worry, bumblebee, I’ve got that covered.” It kneeled down and pulled her onto its back. Iris let out a small shriek but a big smile took over her face once Thorn stood back up.

“Piggy-back ride!” she screamed, throwing a hand in the air. The two teens both laughed, causing Iris to turn back to look at Maroon. 

“But what about Mar-Mar?” she asked, “I don’t think he’ll fit on your back.” Maroon’s eyes widened.

Mar-Mar? How-

“They,” Thorn corrected, snapping the teen out of their thoughts. Iris looked at him.

“Oh. They.” Maroon looked at the young girl.

“It’s okay. And I have my own ways. I’ll meet you guys over there, okay?” Iris’s smile returned and she nodded. 

“See you there, Mar-Mar,” Thorn said with a smirk. Plants quickly grew from the ground and propelled the two of them over the fence. Maroon heard Iris screaming as they flew but then- nothing. The two of them completely disappeared from view, as if they had vanished. There was only the sound of patrons behind them and the wind. Maroon’s eyes widened. 

“Thorn? Iris?” they called out. No response. The plants Thorn had grown quickly withered and died in front of their eyes, which sent a chill down the teen’s spine. Maroon grew a mushroom underneath them and looked over the fence. Nothing seemed out of place, just normal fake grass that was spread around the carnival. The tent still stood in the distance but no one seemed to come in or out of it. Maroon took a deep breath before looking at the ground once more and hopping over the fence.

[nrrrdgrrrl2002]

Fnal

Dumping some stuff about the au I talked about on discord here

Fnal

which animatronic middy fights which night:

Night 1:raph

Night 2:Mikey

Night 3:Leo

Night 4:Donnie

Night 5:April

Night 6 (she got fired at this point but came back to “save them”): Yoshi in the Splinter suit

Night 7 (a bonus non canon night): Casey

How middy beats raph: uses his trying to ram into her against him to have him slam his head into walls so she can hit him with a crowbar until he goes down

How she beats Leo: hides from him and waits until he’s turned away from her to gif him in his rusted knee she noticed he has trouble walking on

How she beats Donnie: dodges his guitar and uses exposed wires in the backstage to electrocute him when he’s not paying attention until he short circuits

How she bears april: uses willpower and determination to escape each level of the hallucination april trapped her in while fighting off the nightmares that haunted her for years

How she beats Casey (if she needs to): finds a bat and hits the objects Casey is psychically throwing at her back at him while trying to avoid getting psychically yeeted herself until he’s too damaged to continue

How she beats Mikey: gun

Outfits the main 6 wore as kids:

Leo: jeans, a shirt, converse and an oversized jacket his dad used to wear (I’m not sure what kind cause I don’t remember splinter ever wearing a jacket but it’d probably be maroon like splinters kimono)

Raph: denim jacket, red shirt, torn jeans and boots cause he wanted to look cool despite being 9

Donnie: a sweater with leather elbow pads to copy his uncle zayton, a long shirt and leggings cause he refuses to wear jeans along with boots

Mikey: overalls with a T-shirt abd running shoes

April: a long, yellow dress (to reference princess quest since at one point, the princess sprite was named “Cassidy”), a white sweater and dress shoes

Casey: a grey hoodie with jeans and black converse

Middy: a white shirt, pink skirt, pink sweater, long socks and black converse

(She ends up wearing less light colors and feminine clothing and more dark colors and neutral clothes as she gets older)

Karai-Green Long sleeve, leggings and sandals

I’ll keep her hair short but I won’t go with her canon cut and dye since she’s only like, 7-8

The death animation for each antagonist if they manage to get you

Leo- rips your head off

Raph- bites your neck

Donnie-rips off your face

Mikey-rips off your arms

April-implodes your brain (think like black bolt in multiverse of madness)

Casey- telekinetically crushes you to death

Splintrap-multiple stabbing

[kirstinbensen]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Maroon Boeing Short Sleeve T-shirt XL.