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peachywritesstuff · 1 year

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Ghostface!Xavier Thorpe x fem!reader

Summary: The murder of Tyler was the first of many in Jericho.

Warning: established relationship,dead bodies,attemped sexual assault, stalking,descriptions of how someone was murdered,reader witnesses a murder, ooc Rowan? Rowan didn't get killed by the Hyde for plot reasons. Not fully proof-read.

Notes: Haven't watched Wednesday but I have read enough Xavier Thorpe fanfics to know the plotline and I'm saying to hell with it and writing for Xavier cuz this man has me in a chokehold. Excuse any typos and grammar errors

Word Count:1.8k

Tyler Galpin was found dead this morning.

The news was spreading around like wildfire at Nevermore for 2 reasons. One, he was the sheriff’s son, and two this was the first real crime that Jericho has had in years. The way Tyler was murdered somehow got released to the public and….it was horrifying. His eyes were cut out, a part of his tongue was too, small deep cuts were found all over his body, his throat was slit so deep that the bone from his spine was starting to show, and a smile was craved onto his face. It was so awful.

You couldnt believe it. You had just seen him the day before when you and Enid went out to Jericho for coffee. You didn’t know the guy and only spoke a total of 10 words to him but it just felt so unreal since you had seen him the day before and he was perfectly fine. It reminded you that anything can happen.

“The killer wanted him to suffer,” Wenesday said nonchalantly. Overhearing Enid and you talking about Tyler’s murder as she was typing. “They wanted him to die and slow agonizing, and painful death.” She turned around in her chair to face you. “I’m almost impressed with how well the killer pulled it off. Almost.” She turned back around and continued typing.

Tyler’s funeral was a week later, with a closed casket of course. You went to it out of respect and your boyfriend Xavier went too. Which surprised you, since knowing the past between the two. As the casket was lowered to the ground, the sound of the sheriff’s cries and wails rang loud across the cemetery. You leaned your head on Xavier’s arm and he wrapped his arm around you putting a loving kiss on your forehead and rubbing your arm in a calming manner.

You just so happened to miss the smirk that appeared on his face.

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You thought that after the murder of Tyler it would stop. But it’s has been weeks since then, and more murders were happening and there was not one single clue who could’ve done it. It was almost like the killer disappeared right after committing the murder. Students at Nevermore gave the killer a name.

They called him Ghostface.

You began to worry for your boyfriend, him going out into his art shed and coming back when the sun was long gone scared you. You didn’t want the man you love to see become the next victim. It didn’t help that you felt like you were being watched everywhere you go. Notes starting appearing at your dorm and Enid-even Wednesday became concerned when the notes came with pictures. Pictures of you. One could be of you just chilling in the quad or you and Xavier kissing. The one that freaked you out the most was one of you getting out the shower. This continued for days and you had made Enid and Wednesday swear not to tell anybody. Even Xavier.

You became scared and terrified. You clinged onto Xavier more then you used too, you refused to go anywhere by yourself, hell you were even scared to even sleep by yourself. Xavier was very observant, he knew something was wrong. He noticed how your eyes kept scanning the crowd, how you refused to go anywhere by yourself, how you would grip on his hand a little tighter and cling to him more than usual.

It wasn’t until Xavier finally confronted you about it that you just broke down and started telling him everything. The creepy,notes,the pictures,everything. You sobbed into your boyfriends chest as he rocked you side to side whispered sweet nothings in your ear.

“I will kill the son of a bitch when I find out who he is.” He muttered into your hair. You could of swore that he sounded so eerily serious. His tone changed from the sweet loving one you always known, into something dark and chilling. Something that was so unlike of Xavier to sound like.

But you thought nothing of his comment. Too busy sobbing into your boyfriends chest worrying that maybe your stalker was the killer murdering all these people.

Maybe

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Thankfully, the creepy notes and pictures stopped appearing at your dorm door after your breakdown with Xavier. Since then, Xavier started walking you to your dorm every night, he never left your side unless you wanted him to, and he would scan the crowd like a hawk, itching to find anything weird. With Xavier around you felt safer and less paranoid. Well, as less paranoid and scared as you can get with the killer still roaming around.

You even felt comfortable walking by yourself to your classes after a couple of days. So here you were, walking to Xavier’s art shed in broad daylight. School bag clutched to your back as you made haste to Xavier’s art shed.

Crutch.

The sound of a stick breaking caused you to turn around in a hurry. You looked around and no one was in sight. Great, of course, it is your luck that something happens to you when you were alone. You weren't far from Nevermore, it was still in sight so nothing can happen right? Nobody is that stupid to do something in broad daylight. You slowly reached for your taser while your eyes surveyed the area. You slowly continued walking with your hand clutched inside your jacket pocket and holding your taser with a tight grip.

Footsteps behind you continued. Getting faster as you walk faster. You turned your taser on and turned around, ready to tase the everloving shit out of whoever was following you.

A yelp and a thud came as you tazed the air threateningly. The person’s stuff was scattered all over the ground

Your mouth was a gap as you got a clear face of the person under the hood.

“Rowan?” You exhaled “You scared the shit out of me.” You let out a relieved sigh at the sight of Xavier’s roommate. You offered him an arm and helped him to his feet. He rubbed the back of his neck. “Sorry, I just needed to talk to you about something.” You sighed. Bending down to help gather his stuff.

“Well, you could have shouted my name like a normal person.?I mean, Jesus Christ Rowan I could’ve tased your dick or something” He frantically bent down and started gathering his belongings. In his panic more stuff began to fall out. He cursed under his breath

A camera and a few polaroid pictures fell out. Pictures of you. All kinds of pictures of you, Some of the wear you were half naked.

Your heart dropped as you held one in your hand. You slowly stood up and made eye contact with Rowan. He started shaking his head

“Y/n I can explain-”

“Explain what? that you were the one that’s been fucking stalking me?!” You looked down at the remaining pictures that were on the forest ground. Rowan tried to walk closer to you but you took a big step back. “You stay the fuck away from me!” You shouted. He didn’t listen, he walked closer to you while he was frantically trying to explain his infatuation with you.

“I said stay the fuck away from me!” You sprayed the pepper spray in his eyes. He fell down to the ground and cried out in pain. You wasted no time in running back to Nevermore not stopping once to look behind you. A sharp tug caused you to trip and you screamed when you were dragged back to Rowan. Who abandoned his glasses and had a dark look in red bloodshot eyes. You couldn't move, held down by Rowan's gift and you could only watch in horror as he stood over you.

“You fucking bitch.” Rowan’s eyes filled with anger. You continued to struggle against the invisible hold. Screaming out for someone, anybody hoping that they can hear you. Rowan backhanded you sending your head to the side and your right cheek was left stinging and your lip bleeding. You continued to scream out for help and he slapped you again.

“Shut up!” He shouted at you. And in response, you spit in his face. “Fuck you.” He wiped the spit off his face and let out a dark chuckle. “This why I like you” He started. He bent down and unzipped your jacket and ripped open your shirt revealing your bra. Rowan grabbed his camera and started taking pictures.

“You’re so feisty,” Another flash from his camera. “I can handle you better than Xavier can. I can treat you better.” You started sobbing. Feeling so helpless and defeated.

Rowan’s blood splashed onto your face and stomach and you let out a blood-curdling scream. The invisible hold on you was gone and you scrambled away from Rowan who was now choking on his blood. You sat against a tree looking to the source of Rowan’s current predicament.

And you saw the killer.

He wore all black and his face was covered with a mask that looked like a ghost. They towered over Rowan who was still choking on his blood. The knife was deep into Rowan’s stomach and they twisted the knife deep into his gut before pulling it out. Rowan collapsed to the ground and weakly dragged himself away. The killer tilted their head. Walking ever so slowly to Rowan, who was still weakly dragging himself on the ground.

You could only watch as the killer got out a camera of their own and got onto Rowan's back and yanking his head back and flashing a picture. They rolled Rowan onto his back and he began screaming as the killer began stabbing him multiple times. Rowan’s pleas reached deaf ears as the killer began stabbing him faster and harder than before, never once stopping.

You sat there shaking like a leaf sobbing hysterically. Covering your ears at the sound of Rowan’s screams mixed with him choking on his own blood, and the mush sounds of the knife coming in contact with Rowan’s intestines. His screams died down and nothing was heard other than your hysteric sobs. The killer stood up

The killer took off their mask with their back facing you and you stopped breathing. You recognize that head of hair and that back anywhere. But you were in denial, you refused to believe it. There was no way that was him. It couldn’t be. The killer slowly turned his body around finally facing you making eye contact.

As much as you want to be in denial, it was loud and clear. Your sweet loving boyfriend Xavier Thorpe is the killer. The notorious Ghostface.

#xavier thrope #xavier x reader #wenesday #percy hynes white #xavier x you #xavier thorpe headcannons #xavier thorpe x reader

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senanatheskenana · 9 months

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The Sinclair Boys With A Single Parent S/O

In other words, this is my take on how they'd react to the responsibility of raising children than arent theirs and whether that affects how they saw you.

Bo Sinclair

Bo was definitely a little more wary of you because of it. He really wasn't sure about whether he was ready for all the extras that came along with that.

Dont get it twisted, he liked you a lot and he thought your Son was a good kid. He just wasn't sure if he would be able to accommodate for the emotional work it would take.

Hell, Bo was highly certain that he'd mess up your kid with his lifestyle and his own trauma.

Even now, when he's let himself be a part of you guys' lives, he's scared that he'll scare your son and mess it all up.

Bo still tries his best to connect with your son- he can't help but want to try to prove to his parents, though they're dead and gone, that he can be good for something and that he's not just a destructive hurricane of a person.

He still finds it hard to let his guard down enough to do it though. But you can see he's trying.

You can tell from the days he lets your son tag along to the garage and teaches him how to change a tyre, and how to fix a motor.

Bo teaches him how to shave his face later on and teaches him how to open his first beer.

Honestly, it warms your heart that he's come so far.

But it doesn't change the fact that he's a murderer. He knows he can't hide that, given the evidence is literally all over the whole town.

Your son was once young enough that he didn't understand, and Bo had enough time to think of a way to help the situation. He tries to cover it up to begin with. He tells him to never touch the wax people and to never go downstairs. He even tried to hide Vincent from him for a time.

Over time the murders became more and more irregular. It went from at least a car a week, then to every fortnight, and then monthly, until it seemingly stopped altogether. And on his seventh birthday, Bo introduces Vincent to him properly.

For now Bo's glad he doesn't know the truth because he's not sure if he could take the rejection after becoming so invested in the family he's created with you.

Vincent Sinclair

Vincent is in awe of the tiny baby that is swaddled in your arms the first time he sees you.

It'd been so long since he'd seen a baby- a real one- that he just stood there, watching silently in the distance.

They aren't heartless, they wouldn't kill a pair like you. At least, Vincent doesn't want to.

He never thought that you having a baby would make you any less appealing of a partner. He liked you, and a baby doesn't define you as a person.

He's much more open to the idea of raising children than Bo was, even being rather curious about it.

He likes the way your daughter giggles at him when he peeks over the rails of the crib with his mask on, tiny hands wriggling in the air attempting to touch the wax.

Vincent grows attached to her very quickly and often he'll be the one coddling and cooing at her.

He's good at looking after her- the years of caring for Lester when his parents couldn't prepared him quite well.

The largest problem he had was his mask. As your daughter grew older, she became more and more curious about the mask and what was behind it. Vincent was terrified that she'd see something that would ruin everything and she would be horrified and never look at him the same way again.

She gets older and you prepare her for what she may see, helping her to understand that Vincent's appearance won't mean that he's going to suddenly start trying to hurt her or scare her.

He makes her little wax dolls and toys. He even teaches her how to paint <3

For once, Vincent fully stands up to Bo and makes it clear that he doesn't want to continue making the wax sculptures with the methods they were. He didn't want to make it any worse because frankly the idea of her learning about what her stepfather did and then shutting him out terrified him more than any other fear.

Lester Sinclair

When Lester met you and your kids, you were in the cab of his truck, driving into Ambrose because of your torn tyre.

He'd never really felt bad for leading people to his brothers, or for laying out nails on the roads, or for scaring teenagers for the fun of it.

But for the first time, when he looked into your tired eyes, and then into the innocent faces of your twins, he felt guilty.

So he goes into Bo's shot with you, sure to make sure he gets that your party is off limits.

Lester recognises that he sees his brothers in your twins. There's a parallel between them and he's pretty good at understanding them because of it.

Despite the persona that Lester puts on, he's not some stupid bumpkin. The moment he knows there's something permanent with you he makes it clear to his brothers that he wants no more part in their dirty work anymore.

He settles down with you on the outskirts of the town and settles into fatherhood effortlessly somehow.

The kids think he's funny and he's a sweet guy when it comes to you and them.

He's the type to teach them how to hunt and takes them on fishing trips. They don't catch anything substantial and get disappointed that they can't bring you anything for you to cook dinner with but Lester's already swapping fish with them and winking, promising he won't tell you about it.

Lester cares about his brothers so of course he doesn't cut them off. Luckily, Bo isn't really all that pedantic about victims, so you're all safe. He likes you all too which helps. If Bo likes you, Vincent won't have any trouble.

Being exposed to your new family dynamic definitely changes the way Lester thinks about things and he realises that his morals have switched nearly completely and for the better he figures.

#house of wax #house of wax 2005 #lester sinclair #bo sinclair #vincent sinclair #xreader #vincent sinclair x reader #bo sinclair x reader #lester sinclair x reader #house of wax x reader

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thefiery-phoenix · 1 month

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YANDERE LOV HEADCANONS

If you were to be kidnapped by the LOV, the league of villains, they would be watching you like creepy stalkers for a VERY LOONG time. It would be really infuriating for them to watch you doing the same boring things over and over again and again for days together. Won't you EVER get bored of living that bland vanilla life? You CLEARLY needed some spice in your life, at least, that's what THEY felt (Read, more like what DABI and TWICE felt. Shigaraki just didn't give a damn about you, that egoistical prick)

But no matter how much Shigaraki claimed that you were a useless spoiled brat, even HE couldn't shake off his feelings for you. Toga and Dabi would often tease him about it which would always result in a full fledged slapping war till mama Kurogiri tells the crybabies to CALM TF down

HECK, even KUROGIRI thinks you won't be so bad... When the other members of the LOV asked him to open up his warp gate and help them kidnap you, he resisted saying that you just needed some time. Even he was curious as to why most of the members of the LOV had suddenly taken an interest in you

You were the prey, the victim they ALL fell in love with and the fact that they weren't controlling you yet and possessing you yet was pissing them TF off and was driving them INSANE

It won't be long before they kidnap you. You might be skipping along one day, looking like a happy cute adorable little chipmunk that's excited for something and suddenly, BOOM! Everything goes dark and fog and mist surrounds you (Cue the special effects and the dramatic evil chuckling and creepy organ music playing from the middle of nowhere)

You would be TERRIFIED out of your wits to see Kurogiri just staring at you as well as the other members of the LOV as well (Well, of COURSE, who WOULDN'T be scared of out of their minds when you see villains glaring at you?) This is their chance to PROVE to you that you shouldn't place your faith and waste your breath on those pathetic no good hero scum who are useless most of the times anyway

You would be gagged for a few days, chained and all. Dabi would have to deal with Toga's constant pestering asking whether she could make you bleed since she thinks you look cute and adorable in red and with blood all over you... Damn, this is scary

Crusty lips would be the MOST SCARIEST yandere, no doubt about that. He'd threaten you the most, show you the LEAST amount of love and affection, and basically, acts like a spoiled kid with the aura of a demon. He might even threaten to turn you to ash if you don't stop flinching away and turning away from him (SOMEONE HAND ME A KNIFE, I HAVE A CRUSTY RAT TO STAB!!!!! UvU)

That arrogant jerkface would LOVE to taunt you, call you all sorts of names and he gets some sick sort of pleasure seeing how HELPLESS you were under HIS control, poor sweet dumb little thing.... He wouldn't actually turn you to ash but seeing the way you squirm around from time to time just makes him feel so... aroused and gets all these crazy thoughts about you that'll be left to YOUR imagination ;)

Is Toga a yandere? BWAHAHAHAHAH XD Is that even a QUESTION to ask? She is the MASTER of all yanderes, and I honestly think she and Ayano Aishi from Yandere Simulator would be best pals and killing buddies. She'd swoon all over you and coo how cute you are in that sickeningly sugar coated voice of hers and say how beautiful you'd look in blood till Dabi pulls her away from you. When it's her turn to spend time with the LOV's 'pet' she's gonna literally POUNCE on you, trying to take your blood, tying you up and making you beg for more (HONESTLY, how TF is she NOT a vampire!!!???) She LOVES being dominant and unfortunately for you, you're her little plaything

Twice is kinda chill AND DEADLY scary at the same time. I think he has a bipolar personality since one minute he's gonna be laughing with you and the next minute he's gonna do somethin dangerous towards you. This guy's really unpredictable and it's horrifying. You might be running into HIS arms for comfort AND yet, at the same time, you might be running away from him too like your hair's on fire. This dude's personality is so unpredictable, is damn scary.... TvT

Mr Compress might just be the BEST yandere or captor you could EVER ASK for, PERIODT. He'd treat you well and certainly not like it when the other members try harming you in any way. He would never degrade you either. He'll take you to his room at night and show you all sorts of cool magic tricks and slow dance with you like in those cutesy dramatic romantic movies. He'd stroke his thumb over your soft lips, caress your cheeks lovingly and say how cute and adorable and amazing you were and how he'd be your source of comfort from those overgrown morons with an IQ of a sardine tin can. He'll LOVE it when you're dependent on him and ONLY him and he would NEVER bring himself to hurt you like the others (Man, this dude is making me cry....)

Dabi couldn't care less at first when he saw you. He thought you were another little plaything for his use and he'd toss you away like a Kleenex after you were broken. And yet, something about you just attracts him to you and that's actually pretty terrifying. If Dabi's in a bad mood, you better start saying your freaking prayers since this man takes sadism to a WHOLE NOTHER level, it's a question now, who's more of a sadist. Dabi or Shigaraki? If he's in a good mood, he'll just ask you to shut up and cuddle with you and rub some gentle circles on your back

To piss Crusty Face Handyman even MORE, he'll make you sit on his lap during meetings while Shigaraki's gonna be damn pissed at BOTH you and HIM and that'll jus t make the prick Dabi satisfied. Sometimes, he won't be so bad to you, otherwise he's gonna make you do all sorts of things you're uncomfortable with and he's gonna be like your WORST NIGHTMARE in HUMAN form. He and Shigaraki might even TAG TEAM when it comes to your punishments and they CERTAINLY WON'T be your favorite yanderes, that's for SURE

Oh JESUS... when it comes to Spinner he's like the MOST SOFTEST yandere EVER just like Mr. Compress. He LOVES showering you with love and affection, and he's just so pure, he can't EVER hurt you... OMG, MY HEART!!!!!....

He CERTAINLY feels bad with Compress when the league uses you as their personal stress toy and hence, they're the ones who'll actually take care of you and treat you with such gentle care and tender love. He'll be one who'll actually make you happy, by sneaking food for you when the league tries to starve you since you were being bad, talk to you about the things you like and care about, won't EVER touch you inappropriately since he DROWNS in his respect women juice and feels really bad since he can't help you escape. This boi is so PRECIOUS, IMMA DIE FROM A CUTENESS OVERLOAD!!!!!!!!!!

Kurogiri will be like the parental figure and whenever the punishments get out of hand like the villains trying to touch you inappropriately and all, he'll be there to stop in no time. Though he's a villain, he cares for you just like Compress and Spinner. He won't hesitate to punish you, but his punishments will just be a bit tamer than the ones the others give. His punishments will be something like him just ignoring you for a few hours and all that. He'll make sure to take good and proper care of you and feed you and on time and ensure you aren't malnourished. He'll talk to you about the current things going on around the world and honestly... he ain't so bad

In my opinion, Stain is a chivalrous guy. He won't torture you, EVER nor will he ever invade your personal space. He thinks you're cute and adorable and he'll compliment you oh just a DOZEN times a day. Like Kurogiri, he ensures you're safe and all right and after a harsh treatment with the Terrifying Trio (aka. Stabby blood rat, crusty chicken nugget and BURNT chicken nugget) he'll be there to comfort you and wipe your tears away and gently hold you to sleep after he tends to your injuries. If you're locked away somewhere, he'll at the very least try sneaking some food for you and telling you that you're strong and you'll be able to cope with it and gently encourage you

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idontplaytrack · 4 days

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Can I request lilette x reader where reader is Robbies sister and lilette and her have to like sneak around bc they don't want him to find out about their relationship

Got A Secret, Can You Keep It?

Lilette Suarez x fem! reader

Warnings: angst, coarse language, closeted reader, implied homophobia, anxiety, mentions & description of death, make-out & smut. Very long fic ahead.

In which, you’ve got a secret to keep from your brother— the only who knew you as well as you did yourself. And you were terrified.

“Okay, I’ll see you for dinner tonight. Can’t wait.” You smiled.

“Me too.” Lilette says, your phone was held between your shoulder and ear while you went around the apartment tidying up. “See you soon, babe.”

“Bye.” You said and hung up. Robbie comes home. “Hi, sissy.” He greets you with a bright smile. In a panic, your phone just flies from your hand and falls onto the couch, thankfully. “Hey, how was practice?”

“Good, but tiring.” He tells you, “How’s your day been? What have you been up to for the past couple hours?”

“Uh, well.” You started, “I got home from school at 3:30. Did my homework, got a snack and now I’m just watching a bit of TV while scrolling through my phone.”

“Very chill.”

You shrug, “Hey, I would hate to bother you but could you give me a ride to the diner at like 7? I’m meeting Lilette there to work on a project.”

“The diner at seven? Yeah, sure. No problem.” He agrees quickly. That was partial lie— you weren’t there to work on a project, you were there for your bi-weekly dinner date. Though yes, you have been paired up with Lilette for a project. You guys just didn’t need to work on that right away.

While he went ahead to take a shower, you laid on the couch reading a book to pass the time till you had to go get ready. Well, you also had to wait until Robbie was out of earshot to leave Lilette a voice message. You called her ‘babe’ usually, so, that’s why. Lilette was currently working her shift— she went to work directly after school and would be right there to meet you for dinner that evening.

You put your phone up to your ear to listen to her reply, “I miss you too, cookie. All yours tonight.” You couldn’t help but laugh. She’s always called you by that nickname— Lilette claims it was because you were ‘obsessed with cookies’. And at first you thought she was calling you like, crazy, kookie. But she was horrified by that assumption and immediately told you otherwise. But ‘all yours tonight’…that got you a little excited. Maybe a little too much.

You set an alarm to remind you to get ready in time. After reading some pages of your book in hand, you dozed off. When you woke up again, it was right before your alarm went off. So, you turned the alarm off and went to get ready. “What time will you want me to pick you up?”

“Uh, I’m not sure.” You admitted. “I’ll keep you updated?”

“Okay, yeah. Don’t forget otherwise— how are you gonna get home?” He jokes.

“Probably walk.”

“When have I ever let you walk alone. After sundown?” He chuckles, “If you’ll be out late, call me. I don’t care how late it is, I just want you to be safe.”

“You know we’re the same age, right?” You bit back a laugh, checking your hair in the mirror by the front door.

“I’m still older.” Robbie retorts.

“Whatever.” You shoved him playfully.

“Yeah, yeah. Let’s go.” He nudged you towards the open front door.

You got into the front passenger’s seat as per usual, he puts on his playlist and started to drive. It was a pretty quiet ride to the dinner, so your mind just wandered for the duration of it. Thinking about your Dad, how both yours and Robbie’s relationship was great but they constantly clashed. You hated that they yelled so much, it scared you. Unlike Robbie, your Dad never apologises for raising his voice. Instead, his way of an apology was quietly stocking the fridge with your favourite fruit or the pantry with your favourite snack. Sometimes, just sometimes…he’d take you to go get ice cream. You liked that way the best because you actually got to spend time with him. He liked spending time with you, but he wad almost always too focused on Robbie. How Robbie was doing at his sport, were his grades okay, are rehearsals going well, will they interfere with practice? You couldn’t blame him. Either of them, actually.

Robbie was the boy, the wished-for child, of course he was favoured. Your Mom however, you were her favourite— she always joked about this to make you smile. But now, you rarely saw her. But only because it physically hurt you to see her so sick. You were always thinking about her as much as you wished that that wasn’t the case…thinking and wondering how much time she had left. With you.

Lilette was no doubt the nicest person you’ve ever met. She was such a sweetheart. You didn’t have a lot of friends— you liked it that way, keeping your circle small. Lilette was your closest friend. Now, you were dating her. And have been for the past four months. There wasn’t actually a specific moment the two of you declared that you two were in an exclusive relationship, it just naturally happened evolved time. Everything felt comfortable with her, with her you felt like you had no worries, no fears, no nothing. You simply felt like you were in a little bubble of safety and so much love.

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“You alright?” Robbie’s voice and the vehicle coming to a stop, snaps you out of your thoughts.

You cleared you throat, “Yeah, yeah. I’m okay.”

“Hey, just enjoy yourself tonight, alright? Don’t worry about Dad, don’t worry about Mom. I’m on my way to go see Mom— we’ll go together tomorrow too, okay? The two of us. She’s okay.”

“Okay.” You agreed with a nod.

“Okay.” He says, “Go on, have a good time. Remember to update me what time you want me to pick you up later and where.”

“I will.” You tell him before getting out of the car. As you entered the diner, you turned to look over your shoulder and he waves. You wave back, stepping into the diner. He drives off seeing that.

Once inside, you see Lilette walking out from the back, her hair down and wearing a flannel and her favourite pair of jeans. Her gaze finds yours and her face lights up. Lilette nearly squeals, rushing over to give you a hug. “Hi!”

“Hi.” You said with a smile, mutually breaking away a few seconds later so you two could sit down. Quickly placing your orders, Lilette started chatting with you. “What’ve you been up to since I last saw you at school?”

“I got home, did my homework, read a book then fell asleep.” You nearly snorted, “How was work?”

“It was good, actually.” Lilette says, “Better than yesterday, thank goodness. No rude customers today.”

“Good.”

“Can I…ask you something?”

“Yeah, of course.” You nod, seeing from the corner of your eye that a waiter was walking towards the booth with your food.

“Would you…want to go somewhere private after we’re done here?” She asks shyly, a deep red dusting her cheeks.

You nearly drop your fork, blinking profusely while looking at her, “Uh— you mean like get…

“A room?” She completes your sentence, nodding her head.

“Actually.” You swallowed your mouthful of your sandwich— your eyes…they were just fixed on her, tracing her features with your gaze, “Yes. Sure.”

Thank God Lilette's mom wasn't on this shift so she wasn't anywhere near here.

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And so you and Lilette ended up getting a room at a cheap hotel nearby, paid for in cash. She had her arm around you and you were already beginning to fantasise…feeling a certain rush of something going down south. Shit.

“Oh, my God.”

“What’s the matter?”

“I have to text Robbie and let him know he doesn’t need to pick me up.” You realised, rummaging through your pocket for your phone.

“Oh.” She laughs, gently pushing you onto the mattress. You sat down, shooting your brother a text to tell him that you were going to be spending the night with Lilette— you did not however, tell him where. You put your phone aside, focusing on Lilette again. “All good?”

“Yeah.”

She shifted closer to you, barely a couple of inches away from your face. You feel her fingertips on your face as she brushes the stray hairs out of your face to get a clear view. Her hand settles on your cheek, cupping it and she leans in pressing a gentle little kiss to your lips. Lilette does it a few times over before the connection deepens. The kisses became heated and wet, lingering for longer and longer each time. You eventually fell on your back, Lilette went along with it but was careful of how she moved around. Her hand rested on your chest, just shy of your breasts below. She smiled, eyes opening to look at you for a second.

“Are you sure you want to?” She asks, breaking away from the kiss. Her eyes study your face. You nodded eagerly, kissing her back first. “Have you ever done this before?” She asks, voice muffled by your constant kisses.

“No.” You hummed, feeling her knees bracketing you on either side.

“It’s okay, me neither.” She reveals, pressing her first kiss along your jaw. Then, her lips were kissing a trail down your neck, trying to learn what it did— to you and for you. You whine when she kisses a specific spot, she does it again, and again, then harder. Your whine increases in pitch, you feel your cheeks grow hot in embarrassment.

“It’s alright, cutie.” She assured, thumb brushing over your cheekbone, “It’s alright, you don’t have to be quiet.”

Through your breathlessness, you nod, agreeing to what she’d just told you. Then, she started back up again. Kissing that one sensitive area on your neck to keep drawing out those noises and build up your arousal. She’s learnt about something you liked and decided to keep to it. No complaints, though— you were going in blind and absolutely loving it so far.

You feel her hand caressing your hip, over the area that was the waistband of your pants. Your breathing hitches, wondering what she’d do next. "Can I take them off?" She asks you in a quiet voice. All you could manage was a nod, it was as though you didn't know a single word anymore. With that, your pants and underwear were slid off by Lilette. Her eyes meet yours to ask, "Are you comfortable? With me hovering over you like this? Or would you rather...kind of just sit and lean back?"

You took a deep breath and swallowed your spit harshly, "Maybe— maybe we try this first."

"Okay." Lilette smiles sweetly, lips reattaching to the spot on your neck.

"Mm— my God—" You panted.

"So that's good?" She questioned, breath tickling you.

You confirmed, "Mm— mhm, yeah." She tries something she hasn't done to you yet: her teeth grazes your skin just ever so lightly to see how it made you feel. "How's that?"

You shook your head, "No."

Humming, she resumes working on the spot on your neck. She sucked harder and harder over time, you were eventually left with a pretty obvious mark over it. Her hand begins moving down south, stopping just before the mound. "Do you want me to try?" She inquires seriously, her eyes filled with concern— as were her words.

"Yes." You told her, looking at her too, "Yeah."

She moves slowly, fingertips circling the overheating and swollen bundle of nerves between your legs. You whimper, she watches you, you look back at her. It made you grow shy, cheeks blushing as you averted your eyes from hers very briefly. When you grew louder and wetter, she decisively picks up her pace. You feel a finger ghost your entrance and you flinch, then was clenching around nothing. "I'm gonna try, okay, baby?"

Shit, that petname. She's never used that before on you. Oh, boy...

You whined needily at the new petname, giving her an affirming nod to slip a finger inside. As wet as you were you felt every bit of this completely new sensation, it reflexively makes you taking in a deep breath and lift your hips a little. Then, it was as if all of that ignited something in Lilette: she begins moving her finger in and out of you, at the same time, she kisses you...peppering kisses all over your face and down to your chest. She discovers a few other sensitive spots she could take note of for future purposes, too. You feel the tip of a second finger at your entrance several minutes later, and you let her try adding on to the first. But quickly, you learnt that you would rather she didn't do that. It hurt. "Ow!" You cried out as if on reflex from what you were feeling. Lilette removes her finger from you, the second one retracts too.

"Oh, I'm so sorry baby." She says a little scared by how you were affected by it, though a bit apprehensive, her hands found their way to your inner thighs as she sat down between your legs. "Do you want to stop?"

You shook your head 'no'. Her hands then started to massage that erogeneous zone, you relaxed, telling it was okay, "No, no it's not your fault. I'm alright, okay? I promise. We can keep going." Lilette nods her head, kneeling then smoothly bending down towards your cunt. You saw what she was trying to do, "Oh, fuck. Yes, go for it." Your bluntness had her shooting you a look of bewilderment but she quickly recovers and started using her tongue to stimulate your clit. They were slow and almost a little hesitant at first, but you moaned feeling the sheer closeness of you and Lilette. Her being so careful and loving, telling you that you looked beautiful. You were on cloud nine hearing her practically worshipping your body. That was all she needed to gain the confidence and momentum to keep going, picking up her pace gradually to allow for build up of arousal and pleasure.

“Feel good?”

“Fuck— fuck— so good.” You breathed out shakily, voice almost strained. You were clenching your fists and licking your lips, unsure what to do with your hands. However, your natural instinct was to run a hand through her hair and without any thought, that’s what you did. A smile forms on her face, and yours, seeing her happy.

Lilette contently ate you out until she felt you throbbing against her tongue. With her brows raised slightly, she pulls herself away from your cunt to look at it. “Oh, baby.” Her hands massaged your inner thighs again, “So pretty. So, so pretty~” Her eyes flicked up, catching your gaze. It makes you squirm out of frustration, though you weren’t exactly sure why you were feeling that way. Her thumb rubs your clit and you back away just slightly, a whimper falls from your lips as your head rolls back. She decides to test something— she rubs your clit again. You whimper. The back of her fingertips ghosts your clit. You whine. Grinning to herself, she got back to rubbing your clit consistently all while feeling the throbbing intensify and watching you begin clenching.

“Oh God—” You breathe in deeply, the fluttering in your core stops and spreads immensely, “Oh. God! Shit. Lilette, fuck— oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God.” Each exclamation came out in a pant, with you whining through the whole thing.

Lilette slows down progressively to help you come down from your climax and then detaches her mouth from you once you started to seem more relaxed. She scooched upwards to sit right by you, her palm rests on your abdomen, stroking it, “Are you okay?”

You nodded, and felt a sudden urge to burst into tears. You don’t know if it was the realisation of the whole act of having sex, or it specifically because of the intensity of your climax, but the urge…was strong. Too strong. Lilette repositioned herself and was laying on her stomach while face to face with you. You licked your lips and pursed them together. It quivered anyway, and Lilette brushes her thumb over your cheek watching you with worried eyes. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” You managed. “Nothing. I promise.”

“It’s okay.” She squeezes your cheek slightly, “It’s okay, I’m right here with you. Cry if that’s what your body feels like doing.” The feeling was dying down until she said it, then the waterworks began with virtually no warning. She guides you onto your side to hold you in her arms and rub your back to soothe you. “You’re alright, hm? I promise.” She said softly, planting a kiss on your shoulder, “You did good.”

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Early the next morning, you and Lilette were getting ready to leave the hotel and go back to the diner for breakfast. Holding onto the wall to steady yourself while you put your pants on, an obscene noise startles you and you cringe.

“Oh, geez.” Lilette realises too, “Bit early, huh.”

You moved away from the wall and finished getting dressed. Once freshened up, you two checked the room to make sure you didn’t leave anything behind. Lilette was holding onto your hand, fingers intertwined together. But you were a step ahead, pushing the door open you step outside first. “Robbie’s picking you up from the diner at 7:30, yes?” You confirmed with a nod of your head. Looking left and right on reflex but locking eyes with none other than your father. You tried pushing Lilette back into the room but he saw you immediately. Someone was with him— someone familiar but you couldn’t see their face.

Your feet were rooted to the carpeted floors out of total fear. “My Dad.” You turned your head to whisper quickly. Lilette successfully pulls you back into the room but he was too fast, coming face to face with you and Lilette. “Why aren’t you at home?” He bellowed. You flinch, backing up against Lilette. A cry was caught in your throat.

He yells at you until you all leave the hotel, following you around right beside you.

‘What are you doing here?’

‘Who is this?’

‘Why aren’t you home?’

‘Does your brother know about this?’

You started to zone out, your heart was slamming in your chest as the sound pounded through your ears. Your breathing…it quickened to the point where you couldn’t feel much of anything going into your system. Behind his shoulder, a car driving by catches your eyes. Robbie. You ran, Lilette ran with you as you desperately waved to catch his attention so he could stop. “ROB!” You screeched.

“You’re screwing with my mother and you don’t know who I am?!” You hear a voice behind you yelling right as Robbie slows down his car to a stop, “You’ve met me multiple times. I’m your daughter’s best friend.” Seeing how upset and flustered you were, he quickly unlocks the doors so you could get in.

“Fuck you.” Lilette spat, her words filled with venom. You’ve never seen her so angry.

That. That was why your father didn’t chase after you anymore. He got caught too— it was becoming a complete shit show in this driveway. Your father looked at Robbie, as though trying to apologise, but he was gripping at the wheel so tightly that his knuckles became pale. Next thing he did? He drives away. So fast.

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The car ride was silent, but the tension was high. None of you knew what to say. But you feel a sickening feeling bubbling in your stomach. “Pull over.” You spoke up. Sensing your tone, he does so immediately. You opened the door and leaned over the grass patch to throw up. Lilette rubs your back, obviously worried and startled by how abrupt it was. But, she had an inkling why you were like that.

By the time the three of you arrived at the diner, you had calmed down. Or so you thought. Your mind was still racing, trying to piece together an explanation for your brother. You didn’t want him to be mad at you as well.

“Rob—” You sniffled. “Don’t be mad at me.”

“I’m not mad at you. That’s the last thing I’ll be feeling. I saw enough to know who to be mad at.” Robbie assured, “Did he hit either of you?”

“No.” Lilette answers, “I almost kicked him in the crotch, but I didn’t.” You shook your head.

You knew he was waiting for a full rundown of the events, and you were going to tell him— despite how terrifying it was. “After we had dinner, we went to the hotel and spent the night. Because—” You stopped yourself, “We wanted…privacy. That’s why I said you didn’t have to pick me up last night. Everything went fine until we heard people going at it in the room next to us this morning. We leave the room to check out, it was Dad he started tailing me demanding an explanation as to why I was there. Couldn’t tell him— nothing came out of my mouth. I almost passed out in front of the hotel.”

“So that’s when I drove by and you stopped my car?”

“Yeah. And while I was making my way to the car, Lilette was screaming behind me. That’s why he stopped chasing us. He got caught too.”

“With my mother.” Lilette adds on.

“Can you not tell Mom, please? A-about me and Lilette.” You requested quietly, feeling the tears pricking at your eyes.

“Hey, you have my word, okay? I’m not gonna tell mom or anyone. You’re old enough to make your own decisions.” He promised. “I’m just…glad it’s Lilette and not that creepy chess club guy that tried to take you to the dance last time.”

You chuckled at the memory, “Thanks.”

“Okay, eat your breakfast. Don’t worry about Dad, I’ll handle him.”

“But— where can we go? What if he gets violent? We can’t stay at Lilette’s either.”

“I’ll take you two to go spend time with Mom. Alright? Stay there until I come and get you— we’ll figure something out if the time gets too late. But you should be okay, the staff knows us. They’ll let you guys stay longer.”

“Okay.” You agreed. Lilette holds your hand, brushing her thumb over your knuckles. Breakfast went by uneventfully, then the three of you were on your way to your Mom. Though it was early, your Mom was awake, smiling so brightly at the sight of you. You let go of Lilette’s hand and rushed to her side, giving her a kiss on the cheek. “Hi, mama.”

“Good morning, ladybug.” Your Mom says back, caressing your cheek weakly, “Who’s that pretty girl you came in with?”

Oh, right.

You looked over your shoulder, silently asking Lilette to approach. She walks over. “Hi, Mrs. Thorne.”

Your Mom laughs breathily. “Too formal. Rhea.”

“This is Lilette, remember her? My best friend.”

Your Mom sighs, “Of course. Oh, goodness. I’m sorry, sweetheart. My memory’s all over the place. I used to call you little lily.”

“That’s right.” Lilette cracks a smile.

“Lilette’s my girlfriend now, mama.” You revealed.

“Oh, that’s so great.” Your Mom gasps softly, “I’m so happy for you, ladybug. I’m so happy you found love in your best friend.”

That was it, you were crying like a baby having received your Mom’s blessings. Lilette pulls a chair closer for you to sit, no— fall back on. She rubs your back and held you close while she stood. “Don’t cry, sweetheart. Please don’t cry. Mommy’s happy for you, don’t you worry about things like that. I love you. You’re my baby.”

“Thank you, mama.” You swallowed your tears, “Thank you, I love you so much, mama.”

You and Lilette stayed with your Mom for hours, chatting and laughing. You wanted her to sleep and get some rest since she’s been up for awhile, but she refuses and there was no fighting her. So you just let her stay up. “Hi, y/n. Good to see you here again.” A nurse who recognised you came by to check on your Mom.

“Hi, Iris.” You gave her a smile.

“Oh, who’s this?” She asks, curious.

“That’s Lilette. Her girlfriend.” Your Mom answered before you did.

“Aw, that’s sweet.” Iris sighs, “Young love is beautiful.”

Once Iris leaves, you told your Mom, “Dad doesn’t know.”

“He doesn’t even come by. He doesn’t need to know anything.” You mom tells you calmly, “What matters is you’re safe, healthy and happy. How’s school for you?”

“Very good.” You reply, Lilette nodded too. “Great friends, teachers are great too. My grades are good. I got a 95% on my last quiz.”

“That’s my girl.” Your Mom praised, “I’m so proud of you.”

Lilette couldn’t help but smile seeing you and your Mom interact. The love was so, so apparent. “Robbie’s coming later.” Your Mom says.

“I know, Mama. I know. He dropped us off, he just has to go run some errands.”

You could never tell your mom what your dad’s done. You couldn’t do that to her. She didn’t need any of that right now. She was on her literal deathbed.

“Thank you for coming to see me. Both of you. It’s so nice to have you both here.”

“Of course, mama. I’ll always make the time to come see you.”

Robbie came to the hospice in the evening. Lilette taps him on the shoulder once and he flinched, seething. Uh oh.

“Robbie, hi, baby.” Your Mom’s face lit up again just like when she saw you.

“Hi, ma. Here I am.” Robbie chuckles, giving her a kiss on the cheek.

“Your sister said you had to run some errands.” Your mom mentioned, almost suspiciously but also with an undertone of worry.

“Uh, everything’s fine. Dad’s just being difficult.”

“Don’t let him affect you. Focus on yourselves, that old man can take care of himself.” She says, “I’m serious. You all are graduating high school this year and going off to college, working next…whatever. Life’s gotta keep going, don’t let stuff like that hold you back.”

What?

“Take care of yourselves. You can’t rely on your Dad. You, take good care of my daughter.” She looks at Lilette at that moment. “I promise.” Lilette answered seriously. “Good.” Your mom smiles.

“Mama.” You mumbled. Holding onto her hand, you looked at her— incredibly worried. You couldn’t shake this feeling once you’d heard all of that. She squeezes your hand and gave you a smile. You didn’t say much of anything else for the rest of the night. The three of you decided to hang around for way longer even though your Mom initially wanted you all to go home and get some sleep. You just couldn’t leave her.

“Kids.” Your Mom says breaking the silence and looking away from the TV screen. The three of you focused on her, she sighs. “Remember to take good care of yourselves. Always stand up for what’s right. Don’t ever change yourselves for others. Remember I love all of you and will always be around in whatever way possible. Don’t worry about me. I know I do not have to worry about you kids. Don’t worry about college, both of you. Lilette, thank you for making my baby girl so happy.”

“Ma—”

“What—” Robbie paused the the movie. Ghostbusters. You guys watched this all the time at home.

“I have to go, okay? Mommy’s tired, I’m very sorry. I’ll be back. Every time you see you a sunset, I’ll be there.”

Tears streamed down your face as the realisation hit and denial went away. You clung onto her hand for dear life, as did Robbie. Lilette had her arm around you. Suddenly, everything felt like they were going in slow motion.

Your Mom’s gaze looking between the three of you.

Her smiling, her eyes welling up with tears.

You hear Robbie trying to hold it together but quickly failed, choking on a quiet sob. Lilette was breathing heavily beside you, sniffling.

Your mom’s eyes, her eyelids begin to droop.

The sound of the heartrate monitor going lower and lower, slower and slower.

Then, the flatline. It echoed, her eyes closed. Her hands, let go. You went limp in Lilette’s embrace, but you were soon escorted out by a nurse. Lilette hugs you, and since you were facing the direction of your mom’s bed you could see them drape a blanket over her to cover her up. You were a mess, tears soaking her shirt, mumbling incoherently as you cried.

Lilette was speechless. Nothing she says would be right. So she just held you to keep you steady. Robbie tries to get you both to leave but you resisted, not wanting to leave your mom.

“y/n, let’s go. Mom said to take care of ourselves.” Robbie says quietly, hand on your shoulder. “Let mom rest. She’s been fighting for a long time.”

“I’m sorry.” You murmured.

“Don’t be sorry, let’s go.“

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Once home, it was another fight. A very angry father was waiting for your return. “What are you crying about?” He snarked.

“Mom died.”

“Mom’s fine.”

“She died.” Robbie repeated, “Took her last breath right in front of us. She’s been there for such a long time and you haven’t seen her more than three times. Leave y/n alone, leave Lilette alone. If you think it’s right to get mad at your daughter for being herself, I get why you’d think it’s acceptable to cheat on your dying wife. You are a sick bastard.”

Your Dad swung on Robbie, but Robbie was agile, he successfully defended himself by dodging and your Dad’s fist slams into the wall. “Why didn’t they call?!”

“Ask yourself that. Ask yourself when the last time you saw her was. Even Lilette’s been there more than you have. Her name’s always in the visitor log. Ask yourself why felt that it was okay for her to go, without you around.” Robbie responded lowly, his whole frame trembling with anger. “You know what? It’s no use talking to you. You need to leave the house and never come back.”

“How dare you ask your father to leave his house!”

“This is mom’s house. And now, it’s mine. Mom left it to me. She left you nothing. She may have been very sick, but she was more clear-headed than you have been.” Robbie continues. “LEAVE!”

You all watched him leave, finally defeated. “Burn in hell.” He says as the door slammed.

“Go to bed.” Robbie urged, “It’s late.”

You gave in, Lilette heads up to your room with you.

“Good night. I’ll be up with you in a minute.” Robbie says softly. Entering your room, Lilette shuts the door behind the both of you and turned the lock. She picks out a change of clothes for you and herself then handed your stack to you. Till now, not a word’s been said yet. You got changed, so did Lilette. She took your clothes and tossed them in the hamper before pulling your covers off the bed enough so you could get in comfortably. Lilette knew you were hurting and grieving. It didn’t take a genius to know that, but there was hell of a lot more going on. You needed her and she knew it.

“I love you.” She holds you tightly, both arms wrapped around you. You laid on her chest, trying to empty your head and focus on the steady beat of her heart. Lilette stroked your hair to lull you to sleep, eventually she resorted to singing. The door, having been unlocked by Lilette righr before you both got into bed…creaked. It opens up, you hear Robbie’s voice. Indistinctly.

“I got her, go rest.” Lilette tells him, “You’d better keep a close eye on your shoulder. If it gets worse, get it checked out.”

“I will.” Robbie says, “G’night.”

“Night.”

Robbie exits, closing the door again. “I’m sad.” You mumbled. “I know, honey. That’s okay. Let it out, I got you baby. You’ll be okay.”

“I’ll be okay.” You repeated while she rubs your back and pressed kisses to your head every now and then, “Thank you. For being here for me. Always.”

“And forever.”

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average-bb-poke-whisperer · 2 months

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🫣: Tell me about a time when your OC has been truly terrified/horrified by something.

He stood before the monument, anger coiling inside him as he stared at the mocking statues. Oh how badly he wants to destroy them, but knows it would only make things worse. His breath comes out uneasy, mask in hand, footsteps getting louder...

He shouldnt have done this.

He panicked and had stolen his mask from Juliana and ran off to the plaza of all places, he didn't even know WHY he stole it, she would've given it back to him...well his Pokemon half but still! She was going to return it! But panic and fear got the better of him and it was too late, he sealed his fate with the mask in his hand.

"Kieran!" He could hear his sister's voice shouting at him long before the footsteps. He tried to focus on his breathing, to ease the thumping in his chest and the several set of eyes that bore down on him.

He went to turn to face her, expecting her to have just gotten pass the gate...

Nope

She was coming right for him.

Anger in her eyes

He messed up.

Juliana looking confused and scared behind her, calling out for her to stop.

Kieran couldnt do anything as his jacket was suddenly grabbed by Carmine and lifted up, forced to stand on the tips of his feet.

"What the hell were you thinking Kieran!" Her voice bellows in his ears, making them ring.

"I-I was"

"You were WHAT huh? What could have been so important you stole Ogerpon's mask like that."

Before he could get a word in she let go. His balance was lost and he stumbled back into the moument.

A horrible feeling hit his back. What was suppose to just be stone felt like he got hit with Poison Jab. A shout of pain ripped out of him as he crumbled to the floor in a wheezing pain. He could hear Carmine's voice change from anger to panic.

"K-Kiki?"

A pained groan slipped out of him as he felt his bandana shift off his head. something felt wrong.

A shaky hand reached up and confirmed his fears, his horns were out and visible, Carmine starring down at him in mute horror and shock.

"C-Carmine I-" He was cut off by a chilling presence of dread. He whipped around to find the monument shaking, a malicious purple glow forming around the statues. A pathetic squeak left him as he scrambled to his feet, running past Carmine and Juliana, ignoring their cries.

He had to run, had to escape, he couldn't let them find him, no doubt they'd make him hurt like he made them all those years ago. His chest beat rapidly as he escaped down the pathway, trying to desperately outrun the dread coming back to life.

Dread sank its cold claws into his stomach, he couldn't run back home, those monsters would kill his grandpa. Tears stung his eyes as he ran past the village and up the well trodden path. his form shifting more and more with every step.

He ran to the only place he felt safe.

His eyes fell onto the den not before too long. He just had to get in and seal off the entrance before they reached him. He just had a few more feet to go

*snatch*

#ask game #ficlit #//the whole loyal 3 thing was terrifying for him

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silliestgoosever · 10 months

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hey sam worshippers!

(shakes this like a treat bag)

yeah, yeah, you want it? okay, GO GET IT!!!!!!!!!

words: 518 TICKETS!! DING DING DING!!

summary: sam’s therapist isn’t an actual asshole for once. also this is kind of half assed since it was a quick shortie i made when i was bored

“Richie Kirsch, that was his name?”

Sam’s therapist, Dr. Miller, calmly questioned. Dr. Miller was the definition of a gentle giant in Sam’s book, having to be a good six and a half feet tall with a burly white beard—yet in a gentle grey blazer and a voice that rivals Bob Ross himself.

“Yup, that’s him.”

Sam responded, her elbows resting on her knee, which bounced up and down. She didn’t exactly know why she was so nervous, this was most likely the most open therapist she’s ever had—down to the office.

Normally, Sam felt strangely closed in in a therapist’s office, feeling like if she took too deep of a breath, she’d suck all of the air out of the room. However, this one, she felt comfortable as could be. Dr. Miller really just let Sam talk about her past for once without giving her a horrified look or something of the sort, and it definitely made her feel safe.

“Okay. Just wanted to check with you. Is there anything, well, specific you’d like to talk about with your situation with him? It is okay if not. I don’t want to rush you.”

Miller sincerely suggested, and Sam felt her heart rate spike at the realization she hadn’t communicated her common instant ‘call the cops’ indication, the fear that it just felt right. Well, now or she’d probably pussy out.

“I… I’m sure you know what I did to him. I definitely took desperate measures to make sure that fucker really was dead.” Sam couldn’t help but feel a sense of humor in the pure insanity of the whole situation and how it was honestly truly communicated in that sentence.

“I don’t want to hurt anybody, or you, Dr. Miller. Which is why..I’m..scared. Because it just felt..right. I’ve told this to so many other therapists and they’ve almost called the cops, which is honestly understandable, but I don’t want to actually kill. I don’t want it to feel right. I just keep having this..recurring nightmare that my sister, Tara, thinks I’m a monster, and I’m starting to think it’s justified.. You can call the cops or something, it’s honestly predictable at this point.”

She sighed. Here it comes, the surprised exclamation under his breath and the legal threats. Sam looked up from her avoided eye contact to see, surprisedly, Dr. Miller understandably looking slightly concerned, but not horrified. He nodded, writing down a note or two.

“No, I’m not going to do that. This is a safe space for you, and I want you to feel you can tell me what you need to tell me.” The man smiled, a genuine yet professional smile. “From what you’ve told me, you’ve been in many traumatizing situations and disconcerting feelings like that will appear. Although some may not be normal, I’m glad you feel comfortable enough to talk to me about it.”

Sam was genuinely taken aback by the relief she felt. She was so used to seeing a terrified look with her therapists it was almost unnatural to have Dr. Miller not flip out.

“Thank you, Dr. Miller.”

#sam carpenter #scream #writing #fanfic #scream 6 #sam brainrot please help #we stan dr miller in this house #i love him personally

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stp-au-wthnig · 2 months

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Well, This Happens Next, I Guess

Chapter 5: The Circus Comes To Town

Note: I apologise to those who were expecting these three to get a break. Technically they do eventually but... you'll see.

Content warnings: animal injury, trauma reaction, events of canon chapters discussed

It had been a couple of weeks since the theme park incident and as soon as Hunted's injuries healed, Hero began planning a day out with him and Paranoid.

They'd ended up deciding on going to see a mysterious new circus that came to town.

"It's perfect. All we have to do is sit down and watch, nice and far from the stage." Hero said, getting to his seat.

Hunted and Paranoid followed, Hunted sighing in relief at the fact that it was the front of that section. It would have been humiliating to have to get a seat raiser just so he could see what was going on.

The three thought they'd be in for a more laid-back time today.

They were so, so wrong.

The circus owner and ringmaster arrived, dressed in all black and grey... and a porcelain doll-like mask.

"Ladies and gentlemen, and other lovely guests! Are you ready to scream? Then let the show begin!"

Paranoid was completely still, looking much paler than usual. Hunted couldn't help but notice.

"Are you okay?" He asked.

"N-no... something about her is... terrifying. Like something out of a nightmare... I can't explain what, but... I'm..." Paranoid answered.

His fears were not unfounded, as the shows put on were that of the gruesome and grotesque variety. This was definitely not an ordinary circus. Hero had to cover his eyes for the most part.

"It's okay. These people aren't being hurt by this. I can tell." Hunted assured Hero, before turning over to Paranoid who looked on the verge of passing out himself. "I know this is scary, but it's not going to hurt us. I'm sure of it."

But Hunted's sense of security was short-lived as the ringmaster introduced her next performer.

"As a note, I am legally required to inform everyone that the beast brought to this circus consented to performing. And now that that's out of the way, let me introduce..."

Hunted's expression quickly turned to horror as he saw the animal brought out onto the stage.

It was her.

He looked around before realising that he had no way of escaping. He was small, and the crowd behind was going crazy.

He tried to ignore it, but he heard that all too familiar roar coming from the stage. That was when Hero noticed what was happening.

All Hunted could do was sit there, shaking and silently crying. Then, he felt himself being lifted.

"I'm sorry. We're getting out of here." Hero said, holding Hunted to his side and guiding Paranoid to the exit.

As they left, the Beast turned her head to look at them. But she did so too quickly, as she then roared in pain.

The ringmaster looked horrified, as she called out to stop the show.

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As the crowd could be seen leaving, Hero and the others made their way to the park bench. Paranoid was breathing heavily and muttering his mantra. Hunted was still crying into Hero's chest.

"It's okay, we're out of there now. We're safe. She isn't here." Hero assured Hunted sympathetically.

Paranoid started to calm down as he noticed how scared both Hero and Hunted looked. Hunted was more obvious, but Hero's eyes had some clear terror in them.

"Hey... are you two alright?" Paranoid asked.

"We are. We just... got a bit of a scare there is all. But it's fine now." Hero assured Paranoid, who wasn't buying it.

"You... you've met her before, haven't you? That beast."

Hero sighed. No use hiding it any more.

"She was one of the forms Princess took back in the construct. I... didn't expect them to become their own people either." Hero explained.

"Did anyone else meet that form?" Paranoid asked.

Hero shook his head. "Just me, Hunted, Wing and Him."

Paranoid observed Hunted's crying. That was clearly the look of someone that had been through an awful experience.

"If you don't mind me asking... what did she do?"

Hero looked at Hunted, who looked back up and gave a small nod. Hero then looked back at Paranoid.

"We tried to run to safety, but she was too fast. She... she ate us. Whole." Hero explained.

Paranoid looked extremely concerned.

"Oh fuck, no wonder you're traumatised... I can't even imagine that experience..."

At this point Hunted finally spoke up, his voice trembling.

"It hurt. We were dissolving inside her. Wing tried to dig our way out, until they found a dead end at her heart. Then they just... let her leave the cabin, and then she vomited us up. Burned, but alive."

"We survived, but just barely. Then we saw the mirror and... yeah." Hero continued.

Paranoid hesitated for a moment, but then pulled both Hero and Hunted into a group hug. They both returned the hug, and they all began to calm down.

Hero turned to Paranoid. "How are you doing, by the way. You looked pale back there."

"I... I don't know. Whenever I saw that ringmaster, that... nightmare... I... I felt numb. I felt like if I got closer to her, my heart would stop." Paranoid explained. "You two didn't feel the same?"

Hero and Hunted shook their heads.

"I mean, she was scary, but not to that extent for me." Hero said.

"Maybe you're just especially afraid of her." Hunted suggested.

Paranoid sighed. That is a possibility, but what was he going to do about it?

Hero's stomach began to growl. Hunted flinched upon hearing that, but Hero calmed him down.

"Sorry about that. I think we should get something to eat. Something good, to take our minds off what just happened." Hero suggested.

Paranoid and Hunted smiled and agreed, and the three searched for a restaurant together.

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The Beast was confined to her cage with a huge cast on her long neck. The ringmaster sat down to speak to her.

"It's gonna be a while before that heals. We'll have to stay here a while. I know you don't like the cage, but I can't just have you walking around with me like that."

The Beast responded.

"I'll manage. I don't like it but it won't be forever."

"But I'm curious. What were you looking at when you snapped your neck?" The ringmaster asked.

"There were some people leaving the audience."

"That happens all the time, though! I thought we were proud when we managed to scare people that much!" The ringmaster said.

"This was different. Something about those people, at least most of them... seemed familiar." The Beast explained. "But I don't remember ever meeting them before."

The ringmaster shook violently. It's unclear to tell if she was scared, angry or both. "You're... not thinking about leaving... are you...?"

The Beast glanced at her. "No. You give me everything I need. Company. Food. A sense of excitement. You even take me to forests to give me the room and freedom I crave. I choose to stay with you. And I don't plan to change that."

The ringmaster sighed in relief. "Thank you. I don't know what I'd do if I lost the only one that understands me."

The ringmaster and the Beast look at each other and smile for a moment.

"You're a good companion, Nightmare." The Beast says, before starting to settle down to sleep.

The ringmaster chuckles, always happy to hear her nickname, and pets the Beast affectionately.

They have each other, and they're happy with that.

#slay the princess #well this happens next i guess #also yes i made the two vessels in this chapter friends because i just feel like they would be #would your believe their friendship actually turns out to be very relevant for the AU in general

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verxca · 10 months

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Widowmaker X Fem!Reader

New Recruit Pt. 2 ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

Summary: As Widowmaker brings you back to talon headquarters, you two share an tense conversation ₊ ⊹

Warnings: Abduction, implied torture, needles ₊ ⊹

You awoke to a terrifying view, your two hands bound together in thick rope. Being kidnapped was a fear that rarely crossed your mind, but now, the irregular thought was transformed into a horrifying reality. You tried to wiggle your way out of the restrains, soon to realize that there was no point, but also that your ankles had been tied together as well. All hope seemed to be lost. You looked up, praying to have any indications or context clues, only to be met with that strange woman from earlier. Her cold yellow eyes staring directly into yours.

Meeting her gaze prompted you to look around more. You seemed to be in some sort of plane, ship, or van. There was a row of seats on either side of the metal structure. Boxes, bags, and other similar items filled up some of the empty space. The woman was sitting on the opposite bench, directly parallel to you. She seemed to have been waiting for you to wake up. How long had you been unconscious, anyways? Luckily, your mouth was not taped shut or gagged, so you used the only tool left at your disposal to try and help your situation.

"What is gonna happen to me...?" You asked, scared of what's to come.

"No need to be afraid, nothing yet" She spoke in a thick French accent, her voice sounded so angelic, you thought. You started to believe that she wasn't gonna tell you what you wanted to hear.

Since you clearly weren't dead, you now had a suspicion that who ever did this to you needed you alive for a reason. After all, you were an assassin. You thought back to the man you were hired to kill, but remembered the little information given on him. Do these guys work for him? 'Did I screw up that bad?' You tried to recall at least what he looked like, what those men outside the building looked like. The more you started to assume, the more irrelevant the information started to seem to your situation.

Too many questions arose in your brain; 'Who are these people? Where are they taking me? Why me? Who is she?' Dead end after dead end, you mind as well just ask her.

"Why am I being kept alive...? To torture? Il tell you whatever you need to know now, just let me go- please.." You were starting to sound desperate, and she could tell.

"Good things come with patience, I suggest that around here, you keep quiet and stop asking questions."

"Im not taking part in whatever sick game this is... who is in charge here?" Impatience quickly took over your desperation, you couldn't sit still for another minute without knowing what was going to happen to you. She simply laughed.

You searched around for a weapon, or really anything that could be used to defend yourself. She still had her gun by her side, but no sharp, hard, or dangerous items seemed to be in view. The memory of her kicking your gun off of that roof sent a chill down your spine. You were left hopeless, arms and legs tied up, with no information what so ever. You wanted to cry, to scream, but it was no use. You just had to sit here and take in whatever was going to happen. Patience, that word replayed in your mind.

"What is your name?" You asked while making eye contact with her. You had to admit, she was very pretty. The lady seemed shocked by your question, either surprised by your sudden change of topic, or just because it's rarely asked. She looked around the room for a second before focusing on your face again.

"Call me Widowmaker."

Widowmaker... it had a very ominous ring to it, and for obvious reason. You started to believe that just her gaze alone could kill, let alone her presence. You observed her further, she was now beginning to intrigue you. She sat delicately with one leg lifted, her hand propped up on her knee. Her body suit was revealing in some areas, but overall fit her body type very nicely. 'What was her deal?'

"I know a lot more about you than you'd think." Widowmaker proclaimed, leaving with with goosebumps all over your skin.

"Who are you...? Who are these people?"

"That is all something you will learn very shortly" She said as she got up, anxiety coursing throughout your whole body. But, instead of making her way towards you, she turned the corner into the connected room and slammed the door behind her. You couldn't tell if you were more scared or more relived now that she had left you by yourself. You again tried to escape your restraints, but they were too powerful. You begun to feel very tired, mind too fuzzy to process what could be happening. Your eyelids became heavier, before you drifted off into sleep.

You awoke for a second time in a small white room reminiscent of a doctors office. As opposed to the usual comfy table patients are meant to sit on, you were instead restrained to a wooden chair, wrists aching. Your mind raced with the thought of what these people could possibly want. Information? Money? Amusement? Your options weren't looking so good, would you even make it out of here alive? Your whole body tensed up when the door swung open. A tall woman walked in with a clip board in hand, she had orange hair, and wore a long white lab coat. She looked more evil that Widowmaker in this moment, her tall frame slowly approaching you. She seemed to be writing something down, clearly indulged in her work. She put the paper and pen onto the table beside her.

"Im glad you could make it." She said in a clearly sarcastic tone of voice before sitting down in front of you. She had a bold Irish accent, and had already left a cynical first impression in the first minute of your encounter.

"I know you are confused, but remember that it comes with time before you will get fully use to this environment. Listen, Y/N, we are not going to kill you. We are simply looking for more recruits, and you are very skilled in your field-"

"Y-You can't just keep me here! I don't want to work for you"

"Im afraid that you don't have a choice." A single sentence couldn't evoke more fear into you than that one.

"The thing is..." She paused, laughing to herself. "We are both villains here. If you try to leave, we have the power to get you imprisoned for life. You are best to stay with us." She said with a smirk the whole time, clearly finding it amusing, your hopelessness.

"To ensure that you don't escape, I will be having to run a couple of tests... I hope you don't mind." Again, with a smirk.

This can't be real, you thought to yourself. They were... recruiting you? Many questions were still left unanswered, but you were too stunned to speak your mind. The lady got up and walked over to the other side of the room, where she got supplies from a couple of drawers. Your palms and face were sweaty, anxious for what she had in store. She pulled out a needle, tapping the sharp edge with her finger a couple of times, before walking over to you.

"Welcome to Talon."

#verxca ❀˖°#widowmaker #widowmaker x reader #widowmaker x you #overwatch

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imagine-silk · 1 year

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Fallout 4 Companions including Strong react to sole who turned into a super mutant but didn't lose their intelligence and they wear a wig?

I’m different but the same

Thank you to @edith-hyde for giving a idea for an addition on Danse's reaction. You are loved.

[Strong] There is no difference in his eyes. Now you're like him, bigger and stronger, but that's all he see. You are the same as how he met you so he doesn't see you differently. Very underwhelming.

[MacCready] Everything in him is telling him to shoot you, even after he knows you're the same, because you're not. It would be a mercy kill if anything. But he can't do it. You kept traveling to save his son, and as you kept going you never wavered in your mission to find your son or help the common people. He'd follow you for as long as you'd have him.

[Piper] When you tell her to not freak out it's the first thing she does. Beats you with a stick until she's sure you're the same. But after everything goes back to being the same. She still makes jokes that are sometimes at your expense like always and offers her bubblegum.

[Danse Post-BB] He found out because you woke him up in the middle of the night asking for his help so he was a lot more forgiving in his sleep-addled state. To be honest he felt like the world was just turning upsidedown at this point. He took it on the chin because he felt like he would be the pot calling the kettle black. There is a part of him that nags at him, the thought that this might be his fault like with Cutler. But you are not Cutler, and you reassure him on that.

[Nick] Woefully unamused. Like, yeah, that might as well happen. The only real issue he has with is the extra length you need to do to get into anywhere and even then there are places like diamond city that would never be safe to enter, no matter if he vouched for you.

[Curie] Just asks what happened and moves on. Well, that's not true. She takes samples from you and Strong for science. She will also ask to be carried and do it every chance she has.

[X6-88] In the beginning he would just say you're a marvel to science and take you to the Institute for examination. But you're already his friend. Everyone who threatens you in anyway are told to stand down.

[Preston] You scared the shit out of him, but after that he accepts it. He's more concerned about protecting you and making sure you feel comfortable with yourself. He makes sure you have clothes that fit and that your wig is okay. If anyone has a problem they do have to stay.

[Dogmeat] You throw sticks farther and run faster. Perfect.

[Hancock] Things always get wild don't they? He finds it adjacently funny, and says you're both freaks that belong together. Weirdly he makes you feel so much better. He's always happy to see you and invites you to smoke with him. Nothing feels wrong when you're with him.

[Cait] The only reason you didn't die was because you were able to pull her gun, but you lifted her too and she was horrified. When you prove your humanity she warily accepts it. After a while of traveling she's back to her old self with you. If anyone has a problem she have a talk with them.

[Codworth] Well, he needs bigger tools. Bigger tub, bigger plates, maybe he could put a loveseat at the table, he'd have to get rid of the arms. You are still you so there's no way he would leave you. Now there's so much to do, like making clothes and upkeeping your wig.

[Deacon] He laughs but he was terrified. But you weren't really different. You went around doing your thing helping people. So he had a bit of fun with you being so big. Carry him. Scare raiders. He'll pretend he's seeking gunners help from a monster, that's your cue.

#fallout 4 #fallout 4 companions #ask and you shall receive

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k-s-morgan · 1 year

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The new chapter for TGSTLTH was fantastic as always and I can't wait for part two :D

So I've had a question that has bothered me sometime about the end of season 1 of Black Butler, and I feel like your explanations fit in with the anime the best xx

So, when I watched the scene of Ash/Angela fighting Sebastian, Sebastian 1). Tells Ciel to close his eyes even though he has seen his true form all layers exposed (unless he hasnt yet in ur story) and 2). Ash/Angela asks so shocked/horrified that he is a demon even though he has known this the entire time.

This reminds me of a theory I read on here where the person said that his true form, with all layers exposed, is too harmful for human eyes and can cause madness, and he didn't tell Ciel to close his eyes out of shame but to protect him. This could also explain the angels reaction to his raw form/power? I know in some mythology even being in their presence can harm people/environment, which fits in with your latest chapter when Ciel didn't even get burned when being in contact with many "layers" of his true form exposed.

Just wanted your take on this, and if this theory somewhat fits in with your image of Sebastian. <3

Thank you so much! I hope you enjoy it))

I indeed believe that Ciel has never seen Sebastian's ultimate true form, and I think the anime implies it as well in the moment you mentioned. This is why in my story, Sebastian shakes off different layers. For example, let's imagine that 20 layers separate his true form from his human appearence, and with Ciel, he sheds 3, 5, 10, etc. But he never shed them all.

We can see him in different states throughout the anime, too. The heels, some feathers, red glowing eyes, claws, darkish or greenish energy emanating from him - this is the form he shows to Ciel and their enemies. But in the fight with Ash/Angela, we don't get to see his final look. We see flashes, which increases tension and fascinatinon, and we see Ash/Angela's terror. I think it's a brilliant decision because the mystery always scares most, and we are left to wonder how Sebastian really looks like, what's so terrible about it that Ciel is asked to close his eyes and the angel is horrified.

That said, I love the theory you shared and I think it fits canon very well (my story, too)! It's logical that looking at the pure form of a demon could cause irreversible harm to humans, and it would be natural for Sebastian to want to protect Ciel from it.

Both explanations easily apply, in my opinion: Sebastian protects Ciel while also not wanting to risk the chance that Ciel might feel as terrified as Angela by his looks. The last thing he wants at this point is for Ciel to fear him.

As for why Ash/Angela is scared: I think they overestimated themselves. I have a headcanon that Angela never saw a real demon in their pure form, so seeing Sebastian was a shock - their species are repellent to each other. Since Angela is fallen, she is no longer as strong as pure angels, which also has an effect on their battle. Sebastian destroys her easily once he decides on it.

#my fics #sebastian michaelis #black butler #kuroshitsuji #ash landers #anime #sebaciel

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thesoulspulse · 2 years

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Danny Phantom Randomness (Reality Check)

One thing really I love about the episode “Reality Trip” is how sincere Jack and Maddie are about accepting Danny because he’s Danny, their precious baby boy. It was nice to see them admit that yeah sure, they do tend to get carried away with all their ghost hunting stuff, but at the end of the day they love their children very much even if it doesn’t always show and if they knew better neither of them would EVER harm a hair on Danny’s head. Everyone makes mistakes and this is by far one of the most heartfelt moments between Danny and his parents in the show so it’s a shame that when Danny revealed his secret to the world again in the series finale all we got was-

Jack: Nice job, Danny. Or should we say, Danny... Danny: What? Uh. Sorry citizens, but I have no idea what you're talking about. Maddie: Isn't there something you wanna tell us? Jazz: It's okay, Danny. They know.

Then Danny changes back in front of everyone, they clap, and that’s it. Now, let’s compare that to the interaction at the end of “Reality Trip” just after Danny saved Sam, Tucker’s, and his own parents from Freakshow which if you’ll recall is ALSO a time when everyone in the world technically knew Danny’s secret because he accidentally changed back on camera during a Dumpty Humpty concert.

Jack: Danny! Maddie: Young man? Danny: I...I'm sorry. Gah! [Jack crushes him in a bear hug] Jack: We're very proud of you, son. Maddie: Oh! Oh, my baby boy! [Kissing his cheek] Danny: But I lied to you. Over and over for a really long time. If I were you guys, I'd be furious. Maddie: Well, of course you lied to us. We never gave you a reason not to. Jack: All this time we've been yammering on destroying and dissecting ghosts. I'd have been terrified too, if I were you. Maddie: We love you, sweetie. You. Jack: Whether you're ghost, boy, or something in between.

Like, seriously despite their flaws I think under the right circumstances Danny could have told them the truth about himself which could have changed everything for him in a big way. That’s actually the point of this post, to talk about how things could have been different if Danny erased everyone’s memories EXCEPT for his parents. So first of all, since Jazz knows too and pointed out the reasons why Danny was scared to tell them in the first place I think it’d be nice for them to sit down and talk it all out.

First of all, I’m assuming it’s been at least a year now since the accident and Jack’s first sighting of the ‘ghost boy’ which made him change his mind about giving up ghost hunting after he and Maddie got carried away thinking Jazz was a ghost when they thought she was ‘acting out of character.’ To be fair, Danny’s probably not going to tell them EVERYTHING since he did overshadow his dad a lot early on which could be embarrassing for them both and get Danny in trouble for literally manipulating him like that. But the big kicker here is, ironically, how he’s going to have to tell them about Vlad since the whole half-ghost thing technically started with him first.

You think they feel guilty now attacking their own son, try imagining how horrified they’d be to find out that Jack DID ruin Vlad’s life to some extent and he’s been fighting their son ever since who has been trying to protect them from their former best friend. Vlad’s manipulation is SO much worse than anything Danny did and oooo, Maddie isn’t going to be afraid to rip HIM apart molecule by molecule once she finds out Vlad is the one who rigged it so they’d end up in the Rockies that one time AND sent those ghosts after her son while he was powerless. Jack’s going to be pissed too realizing Vlad possessed HIM during their college reunion, putting Maddie and his kids in danger. But all that aside for now, the big thing to note here is how Jack and Maddie are going to have to take responsibility for their part in both portal accidents now that created the only half-ghosts in the world...

It’ll be a tough pill to swallow for sure but based on that chat Vlad and Jack had in space while trying to destroy the Disasteroid, Jack does understand what he did and feels bad about it. He’s not stupid. And most importantly, Jack realizes Vlad’s not his friend anymore and ends their relationship. That’s why I feel like if Maddie and Jack found out about all the horrible things Vlad actively did to Danny over the past year, they’d cut ties with him altogether for the good of their family. Meanwhile, Danny would finally have his parents a 100% on his side and willing to try to understand him and the unusual circumstances he’s been dealing with on top of being a teenager.

I won’t get into the major changes like how most of season 3 wouldn’t have happened but what I will say is that having Maddie reject Vlad to his face for endangering and tormenting her son is something that would actually send Vlad off the deep end. Honestly, he’ll be lucky if Jack and Maddie don’t threaten to expose his secret to the world themselves and actually ruin his life unless he stays away from their family from now on. Think about it, Vlad has attacked Danny, their 14 year old son countless times but it’s not like they could get him arrested without revealing Danny’s secret too which means this would have to be the next best thing.

Anyways, let’s say this is when Vlad decides to take over the world to force Maddie to be his or...better yet maybe he’ll start looking for a way to change the past or reality altogether to get what he wants at any cost. Danny already destroyed the Reality Gauntlet, but there are probably other powerful relics hiding both in the real world and the Ghost Zone for Vlad to track down. Vlad might even try another classic villain route with brainwashing/hypnotism as a last ditch effort to win Danny’s loyalty and Maddie’s love. Meanwhile, now Danny has to deal with a new problem of his parents AND Jazz being overprotective and getting in the way of his ghost hunting until they come up with some ground rules or something. Not to mention there’s still Valerie who is technically still working for Vlad at this point and still doesn’t know the whole story after Danny reset the rest of the world to forget his secret who might just be able to convince her to kidnap Danny to free him from the ghost Danny PHANTOM possessing him.

Blegh, sorry I have a lot of thoughts in my head about this so sorry if I’m rambling. The point is, I would have liked to see the real ‘reveal’ to his parents go more like it did in “Reality Trip” when it comes as a huge relief that his parents openly accepted him without Danny having to deal with the world at large knowing his secret too. His life could have become easier in some ways but harder in others which would have been really interesting to see since we never got to see what happened after “Phantom Planet.” I might go into more detail later but for now, lets leave it at that.

P.S. You can watch the clips here for more context!

Link: https://thesoulspulse.tumblr.com/post/700197230039138304/these-are-the-scenes-i-was-talking-about-in-my

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annonniiiiieeeee · 1 year

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ANONIE :D what the fuck? what was that chapter anonie/j

Dont you have enogh? /j (also why lord hijiki remeind me of 12Shredder) also my hate to this boomer, L+ratio, estupido cara de burro, piece of shit called Lord

Anyways I have a question abt the

FUTURE

Of Awosan Future timeline, sooo where does Leo and Usagi lives? (/w their kids obv) like i think in one ask it was stablished(? that they didnt live in the sewer, but where exactly? like in the hidden city or in another part?

Also have this

I’ve had that planned since December :)

Now you asked for the

Future

So how dare I not deliver

So Leo and Usagi’s home. It is not in the Swede and it is not in the hidden city. Usagi wants to raise his kids in the sunlight. Finding out how long it was before Leo and his brother walked above ground horrifies him. He wants the world for his family. That includes being able to be normal kids and play outside.

Their home is outside of New York City. Think like the farm house from 2003. It’s in the woods and near a lake. It has a modern Japanese style to it, a blend of their two worlds. It’s private as at this point mutants and yokai are more common, Leo, Usagi and the others are famous because of their actions to keep the city/world safe.

In other

Future

News. Do you want to hear about Raph and Mona Lisa’s kids?

No? Well You’re going to anyway.

They have been thinking about kids for a while but Leo and Usagi’s announcement that they were having a kid really sparked them forward. Why not have a kid now? It will be close in age to Leo’s kid meaning both kids will have someone to play with.

Lisa’s Italian family is traditional and normally pass down Italian names. Raph and Lisa have a deal that if they have a boy then Lisa gets to pick their name (an Italian name) and if it is a girl then Raph gets to pick their name (a Japanese name)

They have some trouble getting pregnant but finally they do.

They have their first kid about 8 months after Jotaro is born.

It’s a little baby boy named Benigno ( it means Friendly) He is named after Mona’s grandfather.

He is a green snapping turtle with a long tail but he had Lisa’s yellow spots.

And like his mother he’s bold. Where Jotaro is quite and mature Benigno will absolutely tell you what he thinks. They balance each other well and he is Jotaro’s best friend.

I think I will assign him the color red

They were thinking about having another kid. They had gotten pregnant again, when the twins were surprised adopted.

Mona was around 3 months pregnant at the time.

Making her 5 months pregnant when Leo and Usagi rushed home with two sick children.

Lisa was so scared that her kids could get this sick. She was terrified for Sakura and Ume. Luckily the girls pulled through

A little bit later Lisa had their first daughter, Mikazuki (meaning Crescent moon)

She is a black snapping turtle with yellow spots.

She is the same age as the twins but is more into sport then they are. She likes wearing dresses here and there but she’s not as girly as Sakura is. She does get a little more girly as she grows up. Helping Sakura with her fashion projects.

She is definitely a daddy’s girl as she loves playing sports ball with her father. Though if she was ever allowed on a sports team she would probably play water polo.

She picks the color white for herself

About a year later they have their youngest.

A little boy named Fulvio (it means Yellow)

He is a green salamander with yellow spots. He is a year older then Kaida and is much bigger

(all of Raph kids are bigger then Kaida was, still small but bigger then her. They are all still shocked by Kaida’s small size. This has to do with both Lisa be Raph being huge and their kids having half human DNA instead of the 1/4 that Leo and Usagi’s kids get)

He is a shy sweet little boy who enjoys reading and art. The is much quieter then his two more chaotic siblings.

Once Kaida comes along and is up and moving the two become a duo. Make no mistake Fulvio might be older but he is not in charge. He is following Kaida in all of her bad decisions

I shall make his color a greenish yellow or a bright yellow. This make him and Kaida yellow buddies.

That’s all I have so far. This can all change as well.

#asks #a world of samurais and ninjas #leosagi #raphmona #awosan Fulvio #awosan Mikazuki #awosan Benigno

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late-to-the-magnus-archives · 7 months

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Never Tell, chapter four - a Malevolent AU

John was weird. John was a weird baby. He didn’t cry right. It almost sounded like an adult pretending to cry, or trying to recall how, using baby vocal cords. He didn’t look around and absorb the world like Faroe did. He just watched Arthur, if Arthur was in view, and it was hard not to feel a little judged.

Fortunately, Faroe was so charming that she covered her brother’s weirdness up.

Chapter four of Never Tell, a Malevolent Bella-lives AU.

AO3

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The horrifying bruise on Arthur’s arm healed by the time Bella came home. It was mean, that injury. That was the only word for it—not just purplish red, but practically rope-burned, as if it hadn’t been enough to just cause him pain, but the dream-demon had tried to scar him, too.

On the day Bella came home, Arthur got a letter at their front door. In a thick, creamy envelope, sealed with actual wax, it terrified him for no reason he could place. He absolutely refused to open it, but was too spooked to throw it away, so it sat in the kitchen, mocking him to his face, while he and Bella tried to figure their new life out.

Arthur ignored it. He had to. He had no other choice. Besides, babies took time. So did father-in-laws with something to prove that no one, including him, understood. Daniel stuck around for a solid week. The babies needed something constantly. Arthur questioned his life choices.

The creepy guy did not reappear. So. That was good.

He couldn’t talk to Bella about all that. Whatever happened at the hospital left her thoughtful and distant, like she was considering something big. It felt like she had before she’d admitted to him she preferred women, two years before. That kind of big.

Well, pushing her wouldn’t produce results any faster (the opposite was true, in fact), so he focused, and took more gigs, and tried to make them money, and tried to be a dad.

Being a dad was hard, and they weren’t even fucking talking yet.

Fortunately, Faroe was so charming that she covered her brother’s weirdness up.

She was the best baby. The perfect baby. Her little sounds were amazing; holding her, feeling her wriggles and her warmth, did something to Arthur’s heart that he lacked words to express. When he held Faroe, and smiled and sang to her, the world seemed like a better place.

Holding John was an experience, too, of course; it wasn’t as though he didn’t love his son. He just felt constantly like he was failing some daily test.

“I’m doing my best,” he informed his boy as he struggled with the romper they’d just been given by a kind neighbor. “How the fuck does this… oh. I see. Legs.”

The little dresses had been so much easier. This thing had leg-holes. Why? It just made them harder to change.

“Who designed this shit?” Arthur said.

John looked at him glumly.

“Yeah, tell me about it,” Arthur said, and finally got him buttoned.

“How’s the Bean doing?” said Bella, approaching.

Bean was John. Peach was Faroe. Arthur had yet to discern why. “Scary as ever.”

“Scary!” Bella grinned and scooped up her son, taking a moment to coo at him and touch her nose to his. “Scared of a newborn. I swear, Arthur Lester.”

“He knows I don’t know what I’m doing,” said Arthur.

“Derision from a kid who doesn’t know what he’s doing, either? Hooey,” said Bella, bouncing John a little (and there could be no damn doubt he didn’t look at her the same way). “You don’t know. First time baby, yes you are! Figuring out this whole son thing, and lemme tell you, Bean, I got my eye on you,” she said, working on her shirt. “A little help?”

Arthur fiddled with her shirt so the kid could have his meal. “He’s not crying. How can you tell he’s hungry?”

“Because it’s time to feed them,” said Bella, and John got to work.

John had given Arthur looks before when doing this. Not today; he suckled hard, messily demanding.

“Hey,” said Bella, soft. “I’m razzing you. You know that, right? You’re doing fine.”

Arthur tried to pretend he wasn’t tearing up, but he’d never been good at hiding things like that from Bella.

“Aww. Buddy,” said Bella, and patted his arm while John hungrily worked. “You’re okay. We’re figuring it out. And kids are made of rubber. Look at you and me; we’re okay, and if anybody was gonna get screwed up by their folks, it’d be us.”

“Mine are dead,” Arthur said intelligently.

“Yeah, and you’re about as kooky as I am, so I’d say it didn’t make that much of a difference.” She tilted her head, pointed chin raised.

Arthur laughed softly and picked up Faroe, who squealed with joy. “I guess you’re right.”

“I’m right. So. Did you open that fancy letter yet?”

No, Arthur had not opened the fancy letter yet. “It’s not from the government, or anything, so we shouldn’t have to.”

“Shouldn’t have to?” Bella’s fingertips stroked John’s whisper-soft hair; he was determined to drink more, but falling asleep, fighting a losing battle between open-mouthed unconsciousness and demanding suction. “We should want to! I mean, what the heck? Maybe you’re inheriting some castle from some rich cousin you never knew about.”

“More likely, some weird rich cousin’s found out I’m a fairy and decided off with my head, and it’s a summons to an execution,” Arthur muttered, and swapped babies. He burped John (who sleepily protested the indignity) while Bella fed Faroe.

“Come on,” she said. “Let’s at least know what it is.”

It was two weeks old. Surely, if it had been important, he’d have gotten another. Or coppers at the door. Or something.

Arthur sighed. “Come on, Arthur,” said Bella softly. “I know you’re scared.”

“I guess I just keep waiting to get caught,” he said, still avoiding that weird dream (or whatever it was) he’d had. “So many raids lately. So many arrests.”

“Yeah,” she said, low, because it was true.

“I’m just afraid of losing everything we have,” he said. “The freedom to talk in my own home. These little guys.”

“If you’re afraid of losing them, it’s not so bad,” Bella pointed out.

Arthur managed a smile. “I guess not. Just crazy. Babies.”

“Well, enjoy it while it lasts, because we are not doing this again,” said Bella, burping Faroe.

Arthur laughed. “Gods, I hope not.”

“Will you open that weird letter already?” she needled.

Her grin gave him courage, and he went to see what it said.

It was scented; something herbal and smoky, something rich, hints of a scent he might have picked up in some of the swankier clubs, though he’d never seen who wore it.

It wasn’t paper inside. Too thick; parchment, maybe, smooth, and written on in dark, floral handwriting.

To Mister Arthur Lester, of 26 Cornflower Avenue, Boston: Greetings and Felicitations!

It is my pleasure to invite you to join a contest of peculiar skill to be held from May to December in the year of our Lord 1924, in which you have earned a spot due to the success of your song, So Queer.

This contest carries a prize which we know you will appreciate: an annual salary of $2,000.00 a year for the rest of your life.

This contest, called the Vulgtmog competition, is five hundred years old, hosted by the Stanczyk family—a prestigious musical clan who have been great supporters of the arts for generations. Let us reassure you, Mister Lester, this is no joke; as proof, we include train tickets for you and your family to Old Port, Maine, from where we will provide transport across the sea.

The contest lasts several months, and we are aware this is a serious investment on your part. Therefore, no matter whether you win, you will be paid for your time $100 a week for the duration of the contests, and expenses for you and your family will be covered. You will also be given recommendations that should help you acquire whatever position you need in the industry thereafter.

Again, Mister Lester, this is not a joke. Your music charmed the Stanczyk scion, and he asked for you by name.

We hope you will come. For questions, you can call the Syha'h embassy in New York City at MU 7-2678. Please accept this invitation. We look forward to your participation.

Sincerely,

Mason, Underhill, Coombs, and McFarlane, barristers and solicitors for the Stanczyk family, First of Their Name, Heirs to the Bygone Throne, Merciful of the Hand of God.

Arthur stared at it. “What the fuck?” he said so loudly that he startled John awake, and then had to deal with him crying before he could handle reading this weirdness again.

“But it’s got to be a joke,” said Bella, staring at the four train tickets, which certainly felt real, and were printed with a reserve date three years in advance. “I just can’t think of who’d go to all this trouble to pull one over on us. I mean… this cost money.” She held up the letter. “This is fucking vellum. I felt it when dad sent me to that weird nun’s school for a year.”

Yeah, the all-girl school because Bella had been caught kissing a girl. Arthur shook his head. There were times Daniel’s reasoning escaped him. “I don’t know anybody who’d do this. I’ve also never heard of this contest, or this family.”

“That’s it,” she said, standing. “I’m going to the library. I need answers.”

“So do I!” Arthur protested.

She understood the cause of his panic. “They just ate. They’ll rest. You’ll be fine. And besides: I’ve got the dimple.”

Arthur snorted, then couldn’t help his laugh. It was true: she smiled like a pixie with a perfect right-cheek dimple, and so far, no one was immune to it. “Are you sure?”

“I want to walk, anyway. I’m really sick of being convalescent.”

He sighed. “All right. It’s fair. I was out last night. And I… I need to be more careful.”

“Those raids,” said Bella, and shook her head. “The fuck is wrong with everybody?”

“I don’t know, but we both need to be careful.” Good people who’d never done a wrong thing in their lives were getting dragged to jail. It was horrifying.

Bella went on her toes and kissed his cheek. It was a sweet moment, warm; encouragement from the one person who knew him best. “Don’t fear the babies. They already love you.”

Stupid eyes, watering again. “Be safe.”

“Always.” She winked, grabbed her scarf and coat and hat and purse, and left.

Faroe was out, and he was grateful. He sat with John, who seemed to be trying to communicate purely through eyebrowless stares and pursed pink lips.

“Think you’ll like Europe? It won’t be my first time in the Old World,” Arthur said. “Not that I remember England all that well. Also, I have no idea where Syha'h is. See-hah? Sai-yah?”

John huffed as if to say neither was right.

“Sai-yuh-hah,” Arthur said, being silly.

“Ah!” John said, evidently liking how that sounded.

Arthur laughed. “Sure. Why not? Syha'h, with more sounds than letters. Makes up for Worcestershire, doesn’t it? Not to mention the entire French language.”

And John… laughed? Maybe? It was a laugh, but it couldn’t have been in response to that joke.

“That’s right,” said Arthur. “Your dad’s a genius.”

And that was the driest look anyone had ever given anything in the history of the world.

“Oh, stow it,” Arthur said, grinning, and yawned. “I’m putting you next to your sister, we’re all going to get a nap, all right?”

“Ah,” said John as though conceding a point.

Faroe slept on (happily), and John didn’t fuss at being put down. Arthur lay on the table next to them, cheek pillowed on his arms, and tried not to feel bothered that John unblinkingly watched him fall asleep.

Syha'h, it turned out, was a tiny monarchist country tucked away in the Carpathian mountains, near Romania. It was ancient; it survived various takeover attempts because of its unassailable location; and exported enough gold that it was a freakishly rich little nation.

That was about all she could find.

“Damn it,” Bella muttered, shoving the enormous book further away on the table. Nobody knew anything about it. Vaguely Christo-pagan like much of Eastern Europe, it kept to itself and didn’t really bother its neighbors. The Stanczyk family had sat the throne for generations (and nobody knew why it was called the Bygone Throne, either), and she could find nothing on this supposed music contest.

At least the country was real. It was also so obscure that she couldn’t honestly believe this letter was a joke. Baffling. So Queer had been good, absolutely, but had it been that good?

Well, it had made her cry, a little. Ostensibly about a regular couple breaking up, she’d known what it really was: the cry of Arthur’s heart, lonely.

He’d sung it so much better than Hoagy Carmichael. And while the check from that song-rights purchase took the boot off their neck for months, still. She felt robbed, that instead of putting Arthur’s version on the radio, the studios bought it off him and left him uncredited.

Just wasn’t fair. Arthur was a good kid. He deserved better.

She was distracting herself. Bella shook it off. They had three years to decide if they were going to do this. That was plenty of time to figure it out. Funny, though, she thought as she headed home, her walk brisk and perky. They’d sent four tickets. The fact that they knew there were two kids, in fact, was… not great?

The kids were weeks old. Surely something like this took longer to set up? How did they know there were two kids? Why would they assume no more would show up in the next three years?

Maybe it was just standard to send four tickets.

She stopped on the way home and scrounged some emergency coins to call the embassy in New York. Which was useless. The heavily-accented voice on the phone sounded like some advertising agency and swore up and down the contest was real, and the country was friendly, but couldn’t give more details. So that was that.

Frustrated, Bella went home.

Months went by, and they had this down. Bella was even able to pick up some work from someone who didn’t assume being a mother meant she wasn’t good for anything else. Old Moseley let her clean his fancy-schmancy mansion and paid her under the table. He was nice, if lecherous. Neither of them gave a fuck if he watched her ass while she dusted as long as he paid, and he did.

Arthur was glad they hadn’t taken Daniel up on any of his offers. Owing someone wasn’t how he wanted this life to be.

But none of that mattered right now! Tonight had been planned for a while. He hummed as he shaved, hummed as he carefully styled his hair, hummed as he added cologne.

If only John wasn’t so damned fussy. He wouldn’t calm down. Yelling at Arthur, a tantrum of vowels, losing his tiny mind if Arthur stepped out of sight. Just not John’s normal behavior at all. Even Faroe seemed baffled.

Arthur walked with John, bouncing him lightly. “I really am going out tonight," he said, turning it into a song as he spun, dipping John with a grin. "You’re gonna have to get used to it sometime. Your pop’s got needs. You’ll understand someday.”

John cried.

“What the heck, kid? Come on… it’s okay, you’re okay. Are you sick?” He didn’t seem to have a fever. There were no diaper rashes. “Come on, John…”

John clutched him, tiny fists wrinkling his freshly-pressed shirt.

Arthur sighed, and maybe he was nuts, and maybe he was overtired, but he jumped to a conclusion he’d been worrying over for weeks, and who could say which of them he was trying to convince? “I know it’s been scary out there. I know.”

John’s eyes were huge, and his head wobbled as if trying to nod.

“John…” Arthur sighed. “This club is safe. They’d never raid it. A senator goes there. They’re not going to arrest a senator. It’s the safest drag club in Boston.”

John sniffled; his little rosebud lips trembled.

Arthur felt uneasy. “I’m telling you, it’s fine.”

“Ah!” shouted John, gripping Arthur’s index fingers with his little hands.

“Have I lost my marbles?” said Arthur, softly, because he found himself inclining to listen to his newborn son’s warning.

Warning? It wasn’t a warning! He was a clingy baby, that’s all!

John scowled. “Aaaaah!” he commanded.

If Arthur hadn’t already felt uneasy, it wouldn’t have mattered. If Arthur hadn’t already been afraid, he’d just stubborn his way through. But this…

John was a weird kid. He was; and the scar on Arthur’s arm from whatever that guy had done was still dark and red.

Arthur swallowed. “You don’t want me to go tonight.”

John stared daggers.

“What do you know about it? You don’t even have teeth,” Arthur said pejoratively.

John huffed at him.

The unease in Arthur’s chest did not settle. “You want me to give up one of the only nights off I get.”

John just looked at him.

Arthur sighed and found himself jumping into insanity head-first. “If you’re wrong about this, and nothing happens tonight, I’m never listening to you again. Deal?”

“Ah,” said John as solemnly as a wedding vow.

“Lost my damn mind,” Arthur muttered, but John calmed down. Right down. Arthur wasn't going, so apparently, everything was fine.

He had both babies in a happy place when Bella finally came home. “Ding ding ding!” she said, lofting a bag. “We got steak!”

Arthur did a double-take. “What? Steak? Since when?”

She grinned. “Since old Moseley decided he had too much, and I was just too skinny, and so he gave us two whole steaks to take home for dinner.”

Arthur laughed. “Seriously?”

Bella waggled her hips.

They couldn’t afford steak. The way prices were these days (and getting pricier), even buying bread was getting painful. “Incredible. How rich is that old coot, anyway?”

“Come on! You’re not due to go for a couple hours yet. Help me cook this.”

Arthur snorted. “I can’t cook for shit. Last week’s chicken was inedible.”

Bella peeled off her outer garments and tossed them cheerfully to the sofa. “The edges were inedible. The center was fine!”

Arthur laughed. “You just want me to be the wife.”

“Like you don’t want to be the wife.”

Boy, was that full of meaning. “Can’t happen,” he said, grim.

She refused to let his mood sink them. “Come on, pretty boy. It’s time to learn how to cook meat, not just play with it. You and me? We’re gonna eat tonight like the queens we are.”

He couldn’t say no to her. The dimple was all-powerful. “You know what? We are. Fuck the world.”

“Now, you’re getting it. Fuck ‘em.”

His jacket and tie joined her coat and scarf on the sofa, and they retreated together to their tiny kitchen.

Too full, he’d said.

Not tonight, he’d said.

I can go next week, he’d said.

But he couldn’t. The Lavender Club was raided, and the senator arrested, and the book thrown at every single nance because an example had to be made.

Arthur lost friends, good friends. He wept, staring at the newspaper, his fingers dimpling the cheap print. Bella kept her arm around his waist, comforting in silence, scared into a quickened heart rate. What the hell was happening in this country?

John was a fucking baby, and couldn’t have understood, but Arthur absolutely knew that was relief on his face, and though Faroe joined Arthur crying just because of baby reasons, John did not, but held Arthur’s finger as if trying to provide another anchor, trying to provide what comfort he could.

Arthur still didn’t tell Bella about that weird guy, or the scar, or this warning. He couldn’t. It felt like if he did, he’d wake up, and life outside this horrible dream might be even worse.

That night, they slept cuddled—just for comfort, not remotely sexual—and the babies stayed quiet. The entire Lester family slept better than they had in weeks, all of them exhausted.

In the kitchen, that weird letter sat, tickets and all, and dangled its promise of an unknown future.

#malevolent #malevolent fic #malevolent au #bella lester #arthur lester #faroe lester #john doe malevolent #kayne malevolent #never tell fic

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