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papergirllife · 4 years

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Down The Rabbit Hole

Xiao De Jun (M)

🎃Happy Halloween,everyone.🎃

*gif credits to owner

*masterlist is pinned at blog.

warnings : unprotected sex, high sex, choking.

Alice in distress,

may the Cheshire cat be blessed.

Community service your mom said, it’ll be great for publicity, which is all she cares about. Your mom is the part of the community of your neighborhood, and let’s just say she loves fulfilling her duties so much that it’s become an obsession of hers to be seen on the local papers for the activities she attend, something like a minor celebrity. Sadly, the moms here all love her, your mom wanted to work a reputation up, since your father left her for someone younger, your mother needed something else to fill the emptiness and lack of accomplishment she’s felt because of him. Hence why you’re trekking in the forest of your town, trying to pick up as much rubbish as you could that were thrown by irresponsible hikers.

“This is all you fault Y/N, if it weren’t for you, we won’t be stuck in this shitty hike in such a cold weather.”

Becca was part of the so called ‘friend group’ of this neighborhood of yours that your mom forced you to make friends with just because she was friends with her mom. You don’t bother answering her nor the deathly glares from her clique to you, you didn’t have any real friends in this town, other than one or two boys you played games with.

It was until the middle of the hike when your mom called for a break, the community members all started to sit down and have a picnic.

“Remember to clean up after yourselves,” your mom said.

You chewed on a sandwich you packed begrudgingly, wishing you had hot food instead, cursing at yourself for not packing food into a thermos. When you finished, you decided to venture further away on your own, unable to stand the not so silent whispers behind your back. You decided to sit underneath a sturdy looking oak tree that looked older than any other tree here. Once you leant back, your back started falling, for some reason, the stem of the tree opened up and swallowed you in, the hole you fell in closing as you fell deeper into the hole. You didn’t scream, you were too scared, you knew you would be dead once you hit ground, so you closed your eyes and waited.

Instead of hitting ground, you fell into something that felt softer than cotton, with a blue glow like the clouds on the sky. Were you dead? You looked around, you were still in the forest, but the forest looked different here. Were these the unexplored parts of the hill?

“How graceful, Alice has nothing on you, sweetheart.”

You screamed, trying to get out of the ‘cloud’, but all you could do was trash in it because of how it’s too soft and big.

“Easy, don’t panic. I’m right here.”

Suddenly, a man around your age appeared next to you, his smile bright and somewhat familiar looking. That’s when the memory came back to you.

“You’re just like the Cheshire cat in Wonderland. Where am I? And who are you?”

“You’re in the other side of the forest, or the whole world, depends on how you see your position geographically. I’m Xiao De Jun, but you can call me Xiao Jun, and I’m a fairy. Oh and another detail? I eat humans.”

“Wait what? What do you mean the other side? What do you mean fairies eat humans?”

“Well, let’s just say fairies aren’t all Sleeping Beauty and Cinderella, those stories are told just to induce naive humans like you to fall in our traps. But you’re a pretty one, and you didn’t scream like a darned banshee just now, I might just keep you.”

“Keep me? Get us out of this thing, who said I was an object?!”

“I’ll get us out once we reach my palace, now hold on tight sweetheart, and please don’t scream like a mad woman, or I’ll eat you up in a gulp like the others.”

Xiao Jun booped your nose with his index finger before he leant back with an cynical smile on his face. The cloud floated up high, letting you see the scenery below you clearly. There were cities just like the human world, but instead of metal and blocks, these were held up by wood and magic, because there was no way a building as tall as the Eiffel Tower require no bolts and nuts, and you doubt its transparent like bubble had any glass panes.

"It’s beautiful.”

“It’s nothing compared to the beautiful lady beside me.”

You could feel your cheeks heating up at his flirty remarks. You quickly thought up of something to divert the topic, not being used to receiving compliments out of the blue.

“You said you have a palace? Are you a prince?”

“I’m a king, my father just passed away.”

“I’m sorry to hear that, Xiao Jun.”

“For a human you’re quite sentimental, cleaning the forest, not threatening to kill me even though you have a knife in your pocket, and not screaming at me like a mad woman. You’re quite different from what I expected.”

“What do you...

“That’s our stop, less chatter and get a move on, or no mint chocolate ice cream for you.”

Calling Xiao Jun weird would be an understatement, his personality was like a cross of between Marry Poppins and Willy Wonka, and his palace was nothing far from that either, fortress painted with pastel tones, and that fountain was definitely chocolate, the windows looked like panes of thin candy, while the draw bridge was shaped like a milk cracker. The swimming pool at the back looked like it was filled with different flavours of fanta.

“Are you the witch from Hansel and Gretel?”

“Do I look like an old hag?”

Instead of entering from the main entrance, the cloud took you to the back of the castle where there was a balcony which overlooked the pool and the garden. Once you landed, the cloud disappeared beneath you, but Xiao Jun’s quick reflexes caught you before you fell on your butt.

“Welcome to my chambers. I forgot to ask for your name sweetheart.”

“Y/N,” you said as breathlessly, still in shock from your near fall.

Xiao Jun’s room was huge, the walls were mint green while the furniture were all made of dark oak with gold accents, just like his favourite ice cream flavour. You looked up to see a beautiful chandelier that defied the laws of gravity. The candles as well as the whole structure of the chandelier was shaped like an overturned tiered cake, each tier turning at its own pace with different colours flickering on the candles. The bed was just like the cloud you travelled on, just bigger and in a shade of pastel pink that made it look like cotton candy.

“You must really like your sweets.”

“The only human food that actually tastes good. Make yourself comfortable, it’s not like you’re leaving.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’m keeping you.”

“You can’t do that! I don’t belong to you!”

“It’s written in the stars that you’ll be my queen, and I don’t have to force you. You’re going to stay.”

“Why would you know that?”

“Because I’ve been watching you and your fate in our stars, you lead an unhappy life in the mortal world, living like a balloon which lost its string, wandering aimlessly, slowly deflating just like your personality. When was the last time you truly enjoyed yourself without your mother giving you disapproving looks? What happened to your dream of being a writer? What happened when you said you wanted to go out for your birthday? What happened when you told her about your anxiety? Oh right, she called you a freak.”

Xiao Jun wasn’t shouting the words in your face, in fact it was gentle like an angel’s singing, yet what he said drizzled into your heart like sweet poison. You let out a chocked sob, you felt naked under his scrutinisation. Xiao Jun observed your life under a microscope, knowing you better than yourself.

“How do you know all of this?”

“I’ll show you.”

Xiao Jun wiped your tears with his expensive button up, the tears making the blue silk turn inky black. He then took your hand in his, guiding you out of his room into a room down the same hallway. Compared to the other odd looking fancy doors, this was bare of any jewels or gold. Xiao Jun turned the knob and led you in the dimly lit room, the room only had a large mirror with red candles on its sides.

“Show me, Lee Hyenji.”

That was your mother’s name.

The mirror flickered a few times before showing you the image of your mother.

“Where is that dumb girl? Always day dreaming and never getting things done. Wandering on her own, I’m just waiting for the day she leaves me like that useless father of hers.”

“Show me Becca Park.”

“I’m soo glad she’s lost, we don’t need to deal with her just to make our mothers happy anymore. She didn’t like hanging out with us anyways.”

Xiao Jun’s eyes flickered to yours to see your reaction, instead of holding sadness like he thought it would’ve been, your eyes were empty, the images on the mirror reflecting in your eyes like shadows in a murky lake.

“Why aren’t you angry?”

“Because they’re right.”

“No, they’re not. Mirror, show me Saved Memories.”

The mirror played images of you working on your short stories, snippets of you singing along your favourite song, as well as videos of you learning a dance.

“You shine like the brightest star in the galaxy sweetheart. Don’t let ducks call a swan ugly. They’re not even in your league, darling.”

“Am I?”

“You don’t need my confirmation, you can see it as well, maybe a flicker here and there, but those little flickers will grow into a flame if you leave that life of yours. Don’t think too much about it, come, have a shower, I’ll show you to your room.”

Xiao Jun took you down the hall into your room, which was in front of his.

“I made it just like the bedroom in your world, so there shouldn’t be a problem with figuring out the shower. That laptop is yours, as well as those books, they’re the ones you already have and ones that you always wanted to read. The internet’s password is your birthday, yes we have internet access here. I painted the walls with the shade of blue you love, the bed is lilac, since you love that colour as well. There’s clothes from your own wardrobe as well as our clothes, it might be a bit fancy, but you might like it.”

Xiao Jun turned into such a sucker for you, the ‘I eat humans’ was such a front, you couldn’t help but smile at his dorkiness.

True to what Xiao Jun said, the shower was just like a regular shower, and the clothes in the wardrobe were nicely prepared to fit your size, making you wonder how he knew even these little details.

You went out and knocked on his door, Xiao Jun was out by the third knock, his hair now in yellow curls.

“What’s with the hair?”

“This is my natural hair colour, didn’t want to scare you too much just now. Though we really do eat humans, just the hearts, the hearts taste exquisite, according to the old fairies, and only if they threaten to develop that piece of forest. We used to eat humans all the time, until my father put a ban on it, didn’t want to look suspicious.”

There was a look of horror on your face.

“Trust me, only the old fairies eat humans, we prefer animals most times.”

You let out the breath of air you were holding in.

“This is my own private dining room, and tonight we would be having steak and ox tail soup, no humans.”

You manage to let out a laugh at his odd humour, starting to feel more at ease in his presence.

The two of you ate and drank wine, talking about his life as a royalty in his fairy kingdom.

“My mom told me I would have wings, I was so scared I checked my back every night before I slept, until I realised no one had wings and that it was just something made up in the tales.”

After dinner, the two of you danced ungracefully, the wine making your head light and footsteps a mess, giggling at each other’s mistake. After the two of you got tired, Xiao Jun carried you into his room.

He placed you on top of a couch, taking a seat beside you to admire the beautiful stars in the clear night sky.

“Would you like to try fairy dust?’

“It makes you fly? Like Peter Pan?”

“That is only one usage of fairy dust, we eat it as well. Wait let me show you.”

Xiao Jun took your hand and led you to his walk in wardrobe, it was just as big as the room he gave you, but what caught your attention was a mini pool, but instead of liquid, it was filled with swirling sparkling dust.

“Oh my god.”

Since you were drunk, you did the dumbest yet most logical thing ever, jumping into the pool. The dust made you bounce on an invisible force.

“Why am I not flying?”

“You have to give directions in your head, but I wouldn’t recommend doing that, I wouldn’t want to call medic when you hit your head.”

“Right...Jump in, join me!”

Xiao Jun shook his head in disbelief, but jumped in with a smile on his face regardless. Xiao Jun walked to your direction, stopping right in front of you.

“Breath it in.”

You did as he said, the fairy dust making you feel happy and free, as well as a warm feeling in your stomach that you can’t put your finger on once you look at Xiao Jun,, your eyes scanning his beautiful physique. Xiao Jun breathed in the dust after you, his eyes diluting into a darker shade of brown, his senses picking up little things about you that he didn’t before, like the plump of your lips, the curve of your hips under that tight skirt.

“Y/N, I want you.”

Xiao Jun kissed you with fervour, his tongue dipping into your welcoming mouth. Instead of pushing him away like he thought, you kissed him with just as much passion, your hands starting to linger under his shirt. Xiao Jun started to unbutton your top, throwing it out of the pool.

“No bra?”

“This isn’t the mortal world, there aren’t any sex predators here.”

“What about me?”

“This is for you, my king.”

Xiao Jun didn’t know whether this was you talking, or the fairy dust in your system. Xiao Jun marked up the length of your neck, purple flowers blooming in his wake as you started taking off his shirt and pants.

“Why the rush, love?”

“I need you, please.”

The amount of slick flowing onto your legs was too much to be normal, you didn’t know what side effects the dust has, but you just needed relief, and only Xiao Jun could give that to you. Xiao Jun took off your skirt and panties, smiling at that pretty piece of ruined silk in his hands.

“Wonderful.”

Xiao Jun let his hands travel southwards as his lips engulf your breast in his mouth, nibbling and sucking away like a new born, as well as leaving a mark near your nipple, the slight possessiveness sending shivers down your back. Your hands curl in Xiao Jun’s soft locks as he pushes a finger into you, when he could feel how wet you were, he decided to push two more in, curling his fingers at your sweet spot, making you cry out his name breathlessly.

“Xiao Jun, more please. I need you inside me.”

You grinded onto his bare cock, his pre cum smearing over your slit, egging him to slide inside you.

Xiao Jun, pushed inside you in one go, your wet walls welcoming him. The action made both of you moaning in sync, lust filled relief washing over the both of you, making both of you crave for more. He started moving once you adjusted to his length, you could feel every vein and curve of his length as he bottoms out inside of you. Xiao Jun pushed himself closer to you, feeling you nipples against his own as he thrusted inside of you, the friction making your head spin from pleasure. Xiao Jun couldn’t believe it, after so many years of waiting, he finally had you in his arms, withering under his pleasurable touch. Xiao Jun slides a hand from your hips down to your clit, rubbing quick circles over it. Whimpers of his name fall from your lips like a beautiful piece of music, you were nearing your high as you felt the build up of an orgasm as your toes start to curl, your legs wrapped tighter around Xiao Jun’s waist as your head falls onto his shoulder, the overwhelming pleasure binding your body with his as he continues his thrusts, pace quickening once he felt you nearing the edge. Xiao Jun lifts you higher to thrust into you at a better angle, his tip hitting your sweet spot with every thrust, making you scream his name as your nails dug down his back, the pain mixing with the pleasure fuels Xiao Jun’s desire to absolutely ruin you under his touch.

“Cum for me, Y/N. I know you’re close.”

When you didn’t answer his request, Xiao Jun snapped his hips against yours at an even quicker pace, the speed of his thrusts inhuman, making your head swirl in pleasure as little bits of saliva drip from your lips down your throat as you throw you head back, the sight of the marks Xiao Jun left behind from earlier pushing his need for release. Once Xiao Jun wrapped a hand around your beautiful neck, you lost it. You couldn’t even scream as the pleasure was overwhelming all your senses, blinding white light behind your closed lids, your mind chanting his name like a mantra. Xiao Jun let out a beautiful moan once he felt your walls closing around his length in a vice grip, sending him over the edge as he paints your walls a milky white, his pearly white teeth biting down your shoulder to muffle his noises.

Once your orgasm subsides, you collapsed into Xiao Jun’s arms, energy drained completely by the handsome fairy. Xiao Jun carried you into his bed with the assistance of fairy dust, glad that he didn’t need to wobble into bed supporting your weight as well as his. He adjusted the pillows and blanket to accommodate your comfort, slipping in beside you once he was done, taking you into his warm embrace. Only one thought in his head.

‘You’re going to be with me for eternity, and nothing is going to take you away from me, my love, just like what the stars told me.’

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catsafarithewriter · 4 years

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Day 7: Heist

A/N: Another ficlet for Day 7: Heist of the TCR Birthday Bash 2020, cause this idea came suddenly from a Discord discussion, and also from this post. A ficlet, in which the non-human members of the Bureau perform a heist into Haru’s flat for entirely chaotic reasons.

On the fridge in Haru’s flat was a list. It read:

Pirates of the Caribbean The Princess Bride Nightmare Before Christmas Robin Hood (Errol Flynn) Robin Hood (Douglas Fairbanks) Robin Hood (Disney)

And other such movies that Haru had deemed Bad Influences due to the dramatic tendencies the characters displayed.

(Haru had learnt that lesson after showing Galaxy Quest to the Bureau, and then having to yoink Baron back from his newfound desire to wait until the last second before pressing big impressive countdown buttons.)

And the latest addition, scribbled on in orange marker, was Cinderella 3: A Twist in Time.

Now, Baron could somewhat understand the rest. Haru had given a quick rundown of the plots - and, yes, he could see why pirates and kidnapped princesses and dashing do-gooders might have dramatic leanings that would be irresistible to a Creation such as him.

However, the Cinderella one had stumped him.

“After all,” he reasoned as he pushed through the cat flap, “it’s not as if I haven’t seen the original movie, and she didn’t ban the second.”

“Chicky’s really just making yer more curious,” Muta said as he followed Baron through. “Yer think she’d have spent enough time around cats to know that curiosity... that curiosity is what... Call this a cat flap? This ain’t big enough for a gerbil, let alone a cat.”

Baron tried to heave his friend through the undersized opening, dislodging the welcome mat in the process.

“Maybe she had a reason for adding it to the list,” Toto offered, who was thinking about how he was the one who had to cover for Baron’s dramatics, which was already quite the chore without throwing more fuel to the fire. “Anyway, I don’t think,” he said, hopping up onto the table beside the door, “that sneaking into Haru’s flat to watch it is the answer.”

“Then why did you come along, birdbrain?”

“Damage control.”

“Damage control? Why would we need damage control, ya overgrown--”

Baron and Muta’s combined efforts finally bore fruit, and Muta shot out of the cat flap like a champagne cork and rammed straight into the table.

Toto caught the bowl of keys before it could clatter off and wake Haru. He carefully repositioned it with a talon. “Oh, I don’t know, Call it a hunch,” he replied sarcastically.

Baron was picking himself back up, dusting the imaginary dust mites off his coat. “I don’t know why you’re fretting, Toto,” he said. “After all, we’re just visiting a friend to do some... necessary research.”

“At 2am,” Toto supplied.

“The Bureau runs on all time zones,” Baron said. “I’m sure that somewhere, someplace, it’s a reasonable hour.”

“And is that the excuse you plan to use when Haru catches us?”

“Do you think it will work?”

Toto cocked his head. “On the basis that she has more than a single brain cell... I don’t think so.”

“In that case, we better not get caught. Now, who knows how to work the television?”

There was an awkward pause.

“Well, Chicky’s usually the one to sort it all out...” Muta muttered.

Baron nodded, as if this wasn’t a major flaw in the plan. “Good point, good point.”

“Maybe,” Toto said reluctantly, as if already regretting enabling this endeavour, but unable to resist helping, “there’s a manual for it.”

“Excellent point, Toto. Now... where is it?”

“Yeah, leave this to me,” Muta called, scurrying off into the joint kitchen and, after several ungainly jumps, reached a small drawer. He battled at the handle until it slid open, rooted around, and dropped a couple of thick manuals onto the floor.

The two Creations neared the findings with bemusement.

“How did you know those were there?” Baron asked.

“Eh, you know... I may have got familiar with the kitchen in search of food. Though there’d be marshmallows somewhere for a cake, and found this weird drawer instead. He pawed at the contents. “If yer wanting dead batteries, outdated cables, and tech manuals from the Stone Age, this is yer drawer.”

“Yes, well.. thank you, Muta.” Baron spread the manuals across the floor. “Well, how difficult can this be?”

The answer, naturally, was very.

“Muta, I do believe this manual has the same instructions copied six times over.”

“That’ll be the other languages,” Muta replied.

“It’ll be the Sanctuary magic translating it for us,” Toto supplied. He peered over Baron’s shoulder. “Do the other languages say anything helpful?”

“Some questionable grammar, but nothing noteworthy.”

“I’ve found the remote!”

Both Creations furiously shushed Muta.

“Sorry. I’ve found the remote,” he whispered in exaggerated tones.

“Where was it?”

“Behind the sofa.”

“Remind me to give Haru a few tips on good tidiness habits.”

“And how are yer gonna do that? ‘Hey, could yer make sure yer tidy the place up so next time we break into your home, we can find the remote?’“

“It’s not breaking and entering if we don’t break anything,” Baron replied back.

“How does Haru’s trust sound?” Toto asked dryly.

“Haru has made it quite clear we are welcome whenever. Now how do we turn this infernal machine on...?”

Several false starts, one rapid muting, and ten minutes on the wrong input channel later, they found their way to the menu screen for Cinderella 3: A Twist in Time.

For the first half, Baron failed to see what Haru had made all the fuss about. For, except for a momentary dramatic flair from the prince as he parried with both words and sword, there was little to add to Baron’s already impressive repertoire.

Then the film rolled towards its climax, and as the prince ran down the stairs to find his true love, he found his way blocked by his father.

“This is ridiculous! Now, you agreed to marry the girl in the glass slipper,” the king ranted. “I was completely with you on that one--”

“And I will,” the prince retorted, attempting to step past his father. “Just as soon as I find her.”

The king made a variety of disgruntled noises. “I’ve - I - I forbid you to take another step down these stairs!”

There was a pause as the prince considered this statement. Then a smile spread slowly across his face. “Okay,” he said, and jumped out of the nearest window.

Muta and Toto simultaneously looked at Baron.

“What?” he demanded.

“Do not,” Toto said, “even think about it.”

“I wasn’t!”

Which was true. There was very little thought involved.

“THIEVES! VANDALS! RUFFIANS! YOU COME BACK HERE WITH THAT VASE!”

Haru raced down the steps, taking them three at a time and hoping gravity wasn’t about to get the better of her. “Is... anyone else... worried,” she gasped, “how often this... happens?”

“The running or the name-calling, Chicky?”

“Both?! We’re the good guys! We shouldn’t get called ruffians!”

An arrow whizzed over their heads.

“Or shot at!” She pivoted on one foot to glare at their pursuers. “We’re trying to help you, you idiots!”

Another arrow buried itself into the stone wall above her.

“Sure, sure, Chicky, go insult their intelligence. That always goes down real well.”

“I certainly feel better for it.” Her foot missed a step and she went sprawling. Baron caught her before she could go the rest of the stairway head-over-heels.

“Enjoying our little trip, were we?”

Haru snorted. “And how long have you been waiting on that one? Anyway, you can put me down now--”

“HALT! IN THE NAME OF HIS EMINENCE, THE ROYAL HIGH KING, RULER OF THE SUNSET ISLANDS, CONQUEROR OF THE CRIMSON WASTES, RIGHTFUL HEIR OF THE AURORA THRONE--”

“Are they waiting for us to die of old age?” Muta muttered.

“--YOU ARE ORDERED TO STOP!”

“On second thoughts, Baron, let’s not make any sudden moves,” Haru said. She leant back in his arms and laid a glare on the garrison of highly-decorated soldiers blocking their path. “The vase we took is cursed. That’s why you’ve been plagued by bad luck for the past year.”

“LIES! DECEIT!”

“Geez, does this guy have an indoor voice?” Muta grunted.

“YOU SHALL BE BROUGHT TO THE ROYAL COURT TO FACE JUSTICE FOR YOUR CRIMES!”

“Baron, this would be a great time for you to pull out one of your last-minute plans,” Haru whispered.

“I’m working on it.”

“Work faster.”

“YOU ARE FORBIDDEN FROM TAKING ANOTHER STEP DOWN THESE STAIRS!”

Baron grinned the kind of slow grin that wouldn’t have been out-of-place on the Cheshire Cat. “Haru, do you trust me?”

She raised an eyebrow at him. “I always do until you ask questions like that.”

“Then hold on tight.”

Haru hastily linked her fingers together behind Baron’s neck, securing herself with the kind of grip that spoke of many, many experiences.

“Not another step down these stairs, you say?” Baron called. “Then, naturally, we shall respect your request. Haru, are you ready?”

“Sure, but for whaaaaa--”

She devolved into a scream as Baron leapt through the open window and rappelled his way down by means of the creeping ivy clinging to the castle walls.

Baron landed at the base of the castle with not a single hair out of place.

Haru looked... less immaculate.

She elbowed her way back to her feet and leant heavily against the nearest non-floor thing, waiting for the world to stop see-sawing. “Oh boy...”

Muta and Toto followed after, although Muta’s descent was slowed by his claws. “Real smooth, Baron,” he grunted.

“It worked, didn’t it?”

“Tell me, Baron,” Toto said, alighting on his shoulder, “did you know about the ivy before or after you jumped?”

“It is entirely possible I took note of the castle’s foliage on our entrance here.”

“That’d be a no,” Muta said.

Haru groaned and straightened, pushing her hair out of its birdnest and into something approaching any kind of style. “You know, I’m getting the weirdest sense of deja-vu...”

“That’d be from when he jumped off your school roof,” Muta offered.

“Or the time he interrupted the clockwork wedding via the cathedral window,” Toto said.

“Or when he escaped from the sky castle.”

“Or the lightning pirates incident.”

“Or the--”

“Yes, yes,” Baron said, a trite curtly. “I think we get the picture.”

“No, that’s... that’s not it.” Haru frowned, mouthing something to herself. “It was... I think it was something you said... or something the guard said. The whole ‘not another step’ thing sounded awfully...” her eyes suddenly widened, “...familiar...”

Muta cackled. “Now yer in for it, Baron.”

Haru spun round accusingly to Baron. “Did you watch my copy of Cinderella 3?”

“Watch is such a strong word...”

“Baron...”

“If you’re asking if I occupied the same room that the movie happened to be playing in, then I suppose--”

“Oh my god.”

“--in the loosest sense of the word--”

“You’re in so much trouble.”

“--one could say that, yes, I did watch Cinderella 3. Are you quite all right, Haru? You seem to be breathing rather heavily into your hands.”

“I’m counting to ten.”

“Why-- oh.”

Several arrows embedded themselves into the creeping ivy just above them.

“As much as I fully endorse this admonishment,” Toto chipped in, “may I remind you that we are currently running for our lives?” Several more arrows pinged past them, notably closer to their marks this time. “Preferably before the archers find their aim.”

“Wait,” Haru said. “Did you know? About the movie?” She watched Muta and Toto’s guilty shuffling, and the penny dropped. “Did you help?”

“Help is such a strong word,” Muta said.

“If you’re asking if we happened to occupy the same room as Baron did during the movie...” Toto muttered.

“..and maybe jiggled your cat flap open...” Muta continued.

“...and worked the TV...”

“...then I suppose, in the loosest sense of the word...”

“...one could say that, yes, we did help him. How high are you counting this time, Haru?”

“As many as it takes before the murderous tendencies wear off,” Haru growled. “Baron, your tea privileges are banned for a month; same goes for you and cake, Muta; and Toto...” She paused. “Is there anything I can ban for you?”

“Bickering with Muta?” Toto supplied wearily.

“Fine. No bickering with Muta.” She groaned again and rubbed at her temples. “Alright, let’s get this cursed vase outta here and get home.” She glanced around. “Who’s got the vase?”

“Oh,” Baron said.

“Oh?”

“I think I may have left it in the staircase,” he said. “Just before we jumped.”

#the cat returns #tcr birthday bash #tcr birthday bash 2020 #day 7 heist #this turned out surprisingly fragmented #also I think tarzan was in my mind for the 'jumping out of windovv and haru being messy' moment #also the 'put me dovvn put me dovvn pick me up pick me up' scene was heavy in my mind XD #two of the prompts I posted today end with someone in trouble #for shenanigans #this is becoming a pattern #i'm sure the bureau works smoothly and without a hitch #sometimes #occasionally #once in a blue moon

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crankgayplays · 5 years

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Regret

Dark had a weird sense of identity, he was his own entity and at the same time he wasn’t. He considered himself a kind of fondue, he was a mix of these ... things he felt in the back of his head. A soft mans voice telling him what he needed to do, the goal he should point towards that kept repeating the word “Villain” over and over again.

He also felt a soft presence, a woman. She herself was by no means soft, Dark could feel her restrained and righteous fury. He felt her soft and delicate as she slept, allowing herself to be vulnerable and a weak presence in his mind giving most control to this man and giving him the responsibility of protecting her while she slept.

The other part of him that spoke was softer, much much weaker but he would hear it on occasion. He couldn’t peg who or what they were but they were sad. This part always lead him to this same building. It was an old mansion, decrepit, clearly having been abandoned decades ago. Every once and a while Dark found himself outside, just staring with an empty feeling in his chest. Something about this place made Dark angry, sick, sad, regretful, furious. So many emotions at once it made his head swim. Yet he always came back, like now.

The flickering entity was so focused on the home in front of him, he missed his approaching friend until a firm hand grabbed his wrist with a surprising lack of gentleness for who the hand belonged to. Without showing it visibly, Dark felt a jolt of surprise and turned to face the grabber, Wilford. Another, very confusing element towards Dark’s lack of a personality or identity. This, wonderful chaotic man.

He would never, ever be able to explain why directly, and would never admit it but something in his heart truly sang seeing the other man. Different kinds of love from different parts of him burst when seeing him. Affection, love, passion, regret, a bit of anger, sadness. It confused Dark, a lot and he tried his best to keep him at arms length though he was bent on making sure he was glued to Dark’s side.

“ Why are you here? “

This was, surprising. Wilford always seemed to have his own softness and kindness when around Dark, a certain restraint he never showed around the others. So to hear a harsh tone, see the hard look from a man he’d gotten so used to seeing a soft and affection was a jarring experience.

“ I got where I please Wil.” he responded, a calm and cool tone lacing over his words, despite his surprise and discomfort with this demeanor change. Just because he felt this love for the other man, didn’t mean he deserved to see any weakness. That was a strong thought screaming from both sides of himself. This response only mad Wilford frown even more, his grip falling from Dark’s wrist.

“ This is a bad place, dear friend. People, get hurt here. “

Dark shook his head, turning back to look at the dilapidated manor. “ I keep being drawn back to it for some reason.” Sharp teeth angrily digging into his tongue at the admission, frustrated at how loose his words seem to flow around Wilford. The statement had a shocking effect, scaring him. The assassin’s hands shook delicately for a moment before he stuffed them into the pockets of his beige trousers.

“ I’m not surprised. Just, be careful if you go in and remember . . . . it’s , not how it seems. Don’t be so hard on yourself, my dear friends.”

With those last words, Wilford was gone seemingly from thin air before Dark could question the plural. How could he know? Dark had never shared the components of himself with anyone he barely understood it.

Shaking off the thought, sometimes Wilford was just an odd man, Dark decided to take a chance and step into the manor for the first time since this fascination started.

It was , simple. He expected a home absolutely thrashed by the ravages of time and was pleasantly surprised to find a home mostly preserved if fallen into disrepair. He could see the early forties influence in the architecture and design.

Crossing the threshold made the soft part of Dark sick, shaking and shifting as if having a nightmare. He may not have a good sense of self and identity but he understood trauma. Something about being here was triggering this woman that lived and slept inside him, and it made him hurt for her but his feet continued forward. Suddenly, he needed answers to questions he didn’t know he had and was convinced they were here.

He stopped pretty soon into the grand hall, a shattered mirror drawing his attention. This was familiar, it was a vague foggy memory but it was there, one of his first. Looking into this mirror, feeling a weakness leave his body and marching away with purpose.

“Weakness? That’s kinda mean.”

Dark looked around suddenly, wondering where the giggling voice came from. It was amused and tinkling, it didn’t sound aggressive or angry and seemed to fluctuate in tenor and pitch. “ Who said that?”

“Me ding dong, you for sure didn’t get your parents smarts.”

Dark spun back around on his heels to face the mirror, and there on the mantle in front of it sat, something. A vaguely formed being, no real distinct shape other than “human”, comprised of smoking sparkling pitch black clouds, shifting and moving and fluctuating shape even as it sat perfectly still. Large almond shaped eyes watching him curiously, taking up a large portion of what Dark assumed to be the beings face and sparkling like small galaxies with every color an eye could possibly have both naturally and unnaturally. Their large stretching mouth closely resembled a Cheshire cat, with far more threatening sharp teeth. Even what was supposed to be clearly a kind smile looked threatening and had Dark on the defensive.

However another part of him spoke, that small quiet part spoke of familiarity and want and the louder man that protected his sister hurt deeply. Regret, missed chances, unspoken words of affection, all rang in his heart like a bell and made him angry. Who was this person? Why did the dominant half of his heart care so much for them and why did the sleeping woman feel nothing.

“Who are you?”

This question seemed to, actually hurt the entity a bit who let out a weak sigh. “Well, I guess I can’t expect you to have access to all your memories.” before shaking their head. “Who I am is not important, what is important is I am holding you back.” Dark frowned crossing his arms, it angered him this stranger would think they had such power over him but .. they were correct. This, thing drawing him to the house was consuming his mind and he had a feeling deep in his chest that this thing in front of him was the core of that.

Giggling, they reached out with a shapeless hand and unfolded Dark’s arms, taking his hand into their own, and Dark let them. Smiling in what, he assumed was sadness and regret the entity looked at their joined hands. “I always loved holding your hand, people gave you funny looks because they couldn’t tell what I was or what I was to you and you didn’t care. You just wanted to soothe me and let me know it was okay when my anxiety overtook me.” Dark blinked away tears he didn’t remember feeling, that man settled in his chest getting heavier and heavier with each word as if his own separate heart was breaking.

The being stood, standing in Dark’s space and looked up at him with a wide smile that made Dark’s heart scream a song he didn’t understand, almost seeing an actual human face that was both familiar and a stranger.

“Listen, both of you. I love you. I’m no longer angry, I am always watching you and i’m so fucking proud of you and everything you’re doing. Please, stay strong get stronger and break this sick game Mark has all of us playing.” It was getting harder and harder for Dark to breath, which he didn’t even need to do.

“My eyes are with you always, and i’m rooting for you so much. Celine, rest, Damien be strong. I love you so much my heart bursts with it and all i want is to see you finish this mission and free all of us. “

Tears fell freely and silently down his grey ashen skin, which the entity quickly wiped away with a warm gentle shapeless hand that cupped Dark’s face with a gentleness he’d never felt from his own self. “You’re so strong” seeming to grow in height without leaning up, the entity brushed their mouth against Dark’s cheeks in a soft ghost of a kiss, before their sparkling cosmic spoke evaporated around them and he was alone again.

Except, not? Somehow he felt, lighter and more at ease. As if the wall around the man and woman fell just a little and he was more connected to himself. Wiping what was left of the tears away, Dark turned and made his way towards the front of the manor a new confidence in his step and new names on his lips.

Caline and Damien.

He didn’t know them, he didn’t know their story but he knew they had a mission and he would fuffill it. He exited the mansion to find Wilford waiting for him patiently, a scared look on his face.

“How are you feeling friend?”

Dark shook his head, allowing a small smile to grace his features. “Better, actually. Thank you, William.” the name slipped, almost on reflex and made him frown in confusion. It clearly did something to Wilford, but he masked his reaction quickly and smiled taking Dark’s hand in his own.

“That name isn’t important, all of that’s in the past my friend. Let’s move forward and create memories to last forever until the last grain of sand falls in this crazy hourglass we call life.”

Chuckling with a deep echo, Dark simply nodded and allowed Wilford to hold his hand and drag him a bit behind him as he marched forward confidently with long strides. “I agree, old friend.”

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inactiive-shit · 5 years

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Life As A Sanders

Part Seven: Doors Of Glittering Gold

((Previous))//((Next))

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Warnings: None

Pairings: Familial DLAMP

Summary: Roman Heo enters the scene

Words: 2,144

Age: 12 & 16

Here is part seven, introducing our favorite Prince!

Roman Heo was sixteen years old. This was very old for a child of the state. He knew most other kids got adopted young or not at all, but he tried his best to keep his hopes up. He charmed every family he had ever stayed with, had been as helpful as he feasibly could be, and he apologized profusely when he messed up. Roman Heo was, really, the best anyone could have asked for in a child.

It didn’t make sense, then, that Roman was also so isolated and that he lacked a real family to call his own. It was criminal, Roman would cry, to himself mostly, in his head because he didn’t want any of the families he’d stayed with to overhear and think he was ungrateful for what they’d given him, that he had been put in so many homes he could not even name them all. It was unjust to put a prince as chivalrous as he in such a predicament as this.

He sometimes tried to soothe himself by saying they’d be sorry they hadn’t adopted him when he became famous. As an actor, singer-songwriter, performer. Roman was a jack of all trades, really, and he was quite good at most of what he did. Being famous for any of it (or all of it) would do.

Despite his best attempts to keep his hopes up and charm people into loving him, Roman knew his odds of getting adopted at this point were slim to none. He was extravagant and dramatic and old and odd. He wasn’t what most people wanted, which was. . .a baby.

So, the surprise Roman felt in the days leading up to and following his adoption by a man named Patton Sanders, whose bubbly disposition made it seem like he’d be more inclined to adopt a kid and not an almost-adult, made him feel like he was walking around in a daze. It was almost too crazy to imagine, that someone had chosen him. But they had, and Roman had been abnormally quiet until Patton was pulling into his driveway, and Roman realized this was real. He wasn’t dreaming or hallucinating or imagining this. He had a home, finally, and maybe it wasn’t home right now, but it would be, and he was. . .he was crying.

“Kiddo, are you alright?” The man, Patton - Roman’s new Dad? - placed a gentle hand on his back. Patton didn’t rush him to get out of the car, and he didn’t look like he was going to mock Roman for crying. It was possible that only made the crying worse.

“Sorry. Yuh-yeah. ‘M good. Just, really excited, ya know?” Roman swore he would act more princely as soon as he could get this stop.

“It’s alright, kiddo. Take your time. I know this has got to be a lot to take in, and you have every right to feel what your feeling, and to express that emotion however suits you. Going in the house can wait.” Patton smiled at him, and Roman smiled a little bit too. Maybe it was cliché, but Roman kind of felt like this was what love at first sight was like; the instant feeling of comfort and safety that came with Patton was a balm to all the things Roman was struggling to process. Maybe it was too early to tell, but Roman thought he was really going to love Patton, and this was going to be the family he’d been wishing for.

“I’m, I’m good now, Patton. Thank you.” Roman opened the door and slid out, then went to the backseat for his bag. Patton stood on the other side of the car, smiling softly the whole time. Roman walked with him up to the front door, and he felt giddy and nervous, like a little kid. He kind of wanted to hold Patton’s hand like he was little, but Roman wasn’t sure if that would be weird, so he settled for bouncing on his toes as they went to the door.

“Boys! We’re home!” Patton called into the house. There was a crash from the upper floor, and then two paint-covered kids came rushing down the stairs. “Virgil, Logan, this is your new brother, Roman.” Patton motioned towards them. They both looked at Roman, and then one grinned broadly.

“I’m Virgil. That’s Logan.” Virgil waved excitedly. Logan seemed a bit more. . .reserved than his brother. He adjusted his glasses.

“Hello. We’re twelve,” Logan added.

“We’re twins,” Virgil said, and Logan elbowed him.

“I think he knows that, V.”

“Well, how am I supposed to know that?” Virgil asked. “He never said it.”

“Boys, please, let Roman have a chance to speak,” Patton cut in. Virgil and Logan both fell silent.

“I am Prince Roman!” Roman announced with his usual level of dramatization. “I am sixteen.” He wiggled his eyebrows at the kids, and one, Logan, fell apart into giggles. Virgil, however, looked awestruck.

“You’re a Prince? Really!” he exclaimed. He was practically vibrating. Roman sent a glance at Patton, to see if this was allowed, if this was okay, if he should keep the game going. Patton was smiling fondly at them, though, and Roman felt more hope blossom.

“Of course, Virgil! And do you know what that means?” Virgil shook his head, smiling wide. Roman knelt down and leaned in a little. “It means that you are princes too!”

“I do not think that is how the inheritance of royal titles works,” Logan said, but he was vibrating just the same way Virgil was.

“No way!” Virgil began jumping, holding onto Logan’s arm like an anchor. “L, did you hear that? We’re princes now!” He gasped. “Do we have a kingdom?”

“Why, certainly, my prince! It is a wonderful land full of royalty and knights and dragon-witches!”

“Dragon-witch? What is a dragon-witch?” Logan asked.

“Why, it is an evil, scaly monster that tries to enchant the good citizens! But fear not, young princes! I am also a knight, and I will protect you from her!” Roman brandished an imaginary sword, and then valiantly fought off the foe attacking the kingdom while Virgil and Logan squealed and ran around.

Though nobody noticed him, Patton was laughing quietly to himself and recording the whole thing, tears pouring down his face. He had hoped all his kiddos would get along, but this was amazing. This was so far beyond what he’d expected.

Some people, he supposed, were just meant to be family.

Patton wiped off his face and clapped his hands together softly. “Alright, kiddos, you can play again later.” Patton shushed their disappointed sighs. “I think Roman probably wants to get settled in, and then we’re having dinner in two hours.” Patton turned to Roman. “Roman, you’re welcome to choose any room you want. Do you want help taking your stuff up?”

“No thanks. I can handle it.” Roman lifted his large duffle bag that contained his life and smiled. “Are the bedrooms upstairs?”

“Yup! If you need anything, I’ll be in the kitchen. I’m thinking spaghetti for dinner.”

“Sounds good,” Roman said. “I wouldn’t miss it.” As he turned toward the steps, Logan grabbed his hand. Then Virgil, already running for the stairs, grabbed Logan’s and they were off. Patton listened to the sounds of his sons racing around and their excited voices and went into the kitchen, feeling hopeful.

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Virgil was running down the hall, dragging his brothers behind him, trying not to slip on the old sheet they’d thrown on the ground. It was very slippery on top of their slick wood floors, but Virgil and Logan had a destination: Roman’s door.

When Dad had explained to them that he was going to adopt someone, and that someone would become their sibling, the boys had immediately become very invested in acquiring that new sibling and making them feel as at home as possible. There was some confusion about how you can adopt an older sibling, but Dad explained everything really clearly and it made sense. Everybody needed a family, even if you were an adult. Or, an almost-adult.

Though they hadn’t come to any of the meetings to actually meet Roman, they made sure that Dad got them the information they needed - favorite colors, stuff he liked, all that jazz. Then, they had begun working. Logan mostly held stencils and mixed colors while Virgil did all the actual drawing and painting, and they made something they hoped Roman would love.

(Dad didn’t know what they’d been working on, though. He had been so busy with the adoption process, something Virgil and Logan understood was very serious and took lots of time, that he hadn’t come upstairs to tuck them into bed at all recently. But they weren’t bothered by it because it meant they had more time to work on their present for their new brother, Roman.)

As Roman was pulled down a hallway with five doors, his attention was caught by two of them, painted in amazing patterns and colors. One, from what he glimpsed, was mostly dark blue and black and white, with little pinpricks in all sorts of colors on it. A galaxy, Roman thought. The other was purple, in a hundred rich shades, with black words written all over it in a million different styles. He couldn’t tell what they read, but they looked beautiful.

The door they stopped in front of was directly across the hall from the other two painted doors. This one was an amalgamation of reds and oranges and yellows, mixed together and splotched all over the place in a haphazard pattern. There were faint outlines on the door of a lion and a mermaid. He thought there might be a meerkat and a warthog, and he could definitely see the cheshire cat. There were more outlines, but the lion took up the center space. It was outlined in bright, burning gold.

“This one’s your room!” Logan exclaimed. He bounced, looking up at Roman’s face.

“We, uh, we made the - the colors and - and the pictures. Dad said that you, uh, liked Disney? It’s not done, but, uhm, we’re gonna finish.” Virgil was red and looking abashed for the first time since Roman had met him. Roman looked back at the door, then at the two boys standing in front of him.

“You guys made this?” Roman’s voice was a near whisper. His eyes were wide.

“Yeah?” Now Logan seemed a little more hesitant. Roman had tears in his eyes as he crouched down next to them.

“This is. . .this is amazing. I love it.” Roman was suddenly tackled by both boys. He fell backward, and then they were both hugging him, and Roman laughed a little, high-pitched and awed. He had a Disney-themed door, painted by Virgil and Logan - his younger siblings? Roman hoped so. He hoped so badly that they were siblings, now.

“We chose the biggest room for you,” Logan said, pulling back and straightening his glasses. Virgil nodded along.

“Thank you.” Roman ruffled Logan’s hair, and Logan batted his hands away with a small screech. Virgil laughed a little at it and then they left. Roman finally went into his room, his very first permanent room that belonged only to him. It was fairly small and furnished only with a bed, dresser, and bookshelf. Everything was plain, but Patton had already promised that they were going to buy him sheets and posters and books and movies and whatever else Roman wanted.

Roman laid down on his bed, eyes shut, and listened to the house. There was water running downstairs somewhere. He could hear the soft babble of voices, and every once in a while, one rose up louder in a happy shout. There was music playing, quiet enough that Roman couldn’t tell what the words were. There was a bird outside his window, chirping sharply every few minutes. The wind blew through his window, tickling his hair against his face.

Roman sat up and smiled. This place could be home. The family dinners and customized doors, the giggling father and sons, the happy sounds that seemed to emanate from the house itself. This place was happy, and it was perhaps the first time in years that Roman didn’t feel like he was intruding on someone else’s happiness.

As Roman opened his door and stepped into the hallway, he knew that this was going to be forever, and it was going to be perfect. He had two younger brothers and a Dad now, and while he had doubted it before, he knew things were going to be good. They had accepted him, chose him out of everyone else. This family he had found was already amazing, and when he went down the stairs to go help with dinner, the only things Roman felt were happy and hopeful.

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weareallfallengods · 5 years

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LOTR Post-apocalyptic one shot

When Middle Earth gets to like- the idk, sixth or seventh age? would it be more of a futuristic setting but like with hobbits in space suits and dwarfs crafting radioactive machines and stuff.

(Shhhhh.... i know that like the elves disappear and man becomes really the only one that stays after awhile but I WANT A FANTASY FALLOUT SETTING!

From @pippinstook

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The Endless Winter was the Elves' fault.

Like all the Great Calamities of Middle-Earth, the best and worst times were ushered in by Elves.

And they wonder why we hate them.

We Dwarves remember the Silmarils War. We stayed out of the War of Sauron's Return because the Elves created that mess to begin with, and it was theirs to clean up. We saw the Halflings get roped into it, and there were some who argued we should go to their aid, remembrance of a debt owed by our people to them. But there were only 4 of them, so we remained apart.

And so, when the Burning Wind, a storm of flame like a hundred score dragons scorching the land and sky came, we stayed underground. We saw it sweep in from the East, and we knew that once again, the Elves had doomed us all.

We stayed underground, our trading partners gone, our surface holdings buried under a white ash that burned and blinded as it rained from the sky. We delved deeper, broader, sealed all but a few entrances to the surface behind gold and lead. Entire boulevards bricked up in stacks of now useless gold.

They thought we were ostentatious with our wealth before. If they could only see us now. Admittedly, we flaunted our wealth in the 4th Age- and why wouldnt we? We worked and slaved and toiled for generations of men to build it. Of course we were going to enjoy the fruits of our labors.

Our grandfathers survived once the King discovered that only he, in his gold-covered armors, remained sunburnt by the Elven Ash. The King ordered the gates sealed, the treasury turned over to the armored and craftsmen as gold suddenly became not a luxury, but something necessary to protect our people from the folly of the Elves.

Our people still got ill, still died long before their time. Some had strange growths, babies were born with extra limbs, or none at all. Mothers wept at not being able to feed their newborns, and fathers felt tears dampen their beards as they carved tomb after tomb for children that should have been the ones to carve theirs instead.

But we survived.

We learned to cover every bit of clothing, every scrap of leather and cloth in gold. Every chamber, every street, every cavern lined in it. No longer was lead cast aside as nothing more than a tinker's tool. Now every drop of it was precious, beaten flat and covered in gold, used to line the halls of our kingdoms.

So my great-grandfather told my father, as he told me. As I will tell my sons and daughters, so they never forget.

It's truly amazing what we Dwarves will create when left to our own devices. Every hundred years or so, the King will send a group of volunteers to the surface, to see if the Endless Winter showed any signs of abating, if the burning ash burns less.

As the centuries passed, little changed on the surface. But there were many who grew tired of our isolation, and longed for the fresh wind and the companionship of our brothers in other kingdoms.

Rather than repress them, our king, in his wisdom, appointed those who still longed for the outside world to create ways to survive in the hellish land the Elves had rained down upon us.

And so our skills increased, our machines becoming ever more complex as our Creatives strive to find ways to lessen the impact of the Winter, and make our lives more comfortable and productive.

We discovered the expansive properties of steam, we harnessed the fires of the earth itself to warm our homes, and light our streets. We created artificial sun and starlight, not with the magic of the Elves, or the primitive tallow fires of men, but with ingenuity and clever machines. Balls of glass that glowed like the sun, and drops of sapphire that shone like stars.

We created lightning, and stored it in jars. We built the power of the ancient gods ourselves. Columns that shone bright to light the day, and tiny blue stars of light in the carven ceilings to make the night less black. We took those jars, and fashioned gears and wheels and wire to drive our mining carts and lifts. We created hammers driven by the heat of the earth and the explosive power of water. We made glass, coated in gold so fine you could see through it, and for the first time in a generation, had windows to bring sun and moonlight down to the kingdom. What little there was.

We made great mirrors, and reflected that light to our farms, and homes. The Creatives made giant mirrors and lenses, and used them to see great distances from the Sightglass they built on the top of our mountain. The first time they were able to look through it, and see for hundreds of leagues was looked forward too with such anticipation! And met with such bitter disappointment. For as far as the eye could see, even with the Sightglass, there was nothing but more of the burning ash blanketing the world.

So we stayed below, as we have always done. And another generation passed.

And the Creatives made another leap forward. They created glass that could be layered with transparent gold, and made helmets and armor and boots and gloves that were finally able to withstand the burning of the Winter on the surface. They created carts, driven by the heat of rocks they found on the surface, that when enclosed properly, and cooled with water, powered those carts, and enabled us to finally start exploring the surface again.

And so we finally emerged after all this time. Dwarves, covered in gold, driving carts that glowed and shone like the sun that could no longer be seen. Dwarves, with golden gears clicking about them, steam rising from their shoulders as the armor made by the Creatives did it's work of making the air breathable, and keeping out the ash and dust. Dwarves with golden-hued glass helms, leaving virgin footprints in the ashen plains around the mountain.

Dwarves, had finally managed to reclaim the earth.

And we explored. We searched for any sign that other life had returned to the surface. We traveled long and far, always finding nothing more than half-buried ruins of ancient civilizations; giant statues and crumbling walls, trees turned to stone, rivers nothing more than vast trenches filled with powdery ash that we sank in as if it was actually water, long petrified bones serving as the only memorial to those who once filled the cities of men.

More and more of us migrated to the surface, our new Technics affording us the same protections of our ancient caverns. We started to realize as a people that our love of caves stemmed primarily from a desire to be left alone as a people, a way to avoid being interfered with. And now that the surface was empty, there was nothing dissuading us from enjoying it.

And then the world as we had come to know it changed.

Reports from the Foragers came back that they had found a place untouched by the Endless Winter. A place where green still existed.

No one believed them at first, but then the silverplate images started coming back. Plates that showed trees. Rivers that held water. A deer. Things no one alive had ever seen with their own eyes. And most still didn't believe.

Until one day, the Foragers brought back an oak tree. A sapling, green and lithe, rooted in black earth, set in a pit of solid gold, a dome of golden glass shielding it from the ash.

Not long after that monumental revelation, our entire town mobilized. Great carts with wheels of chain to move entire houses were built. Flexible bridges covered in golden glass wove between them, domes of gold creating a sea of glittering bubbles that floated across the plains as an entire Dwarven city slowly crept across the fields and hills of ash.

Ten years it took for our city to make it to the eastern mountains. Ten years of waiting impatiently to see what the Foragers had been promising us.

And then we finally saw it with our own eyes. We saw the ash fade into brown grass and weeds, and those give way gradually to actual grasses, and bushes, and finally, a single tree at the top of the ridge.

But what we saw from that ridge left even our most effusive poets speechless.

Green. Nothing but green as far as we could see. An emerald jewel of a vale set apart from the ashen wasteland behind us. And birds. A young one claimed they spotted a deer. The sound of a small stream twinkled through the air like a long forgotten melody of hope. A single, thin spire hung in the air, and only the Eldest was able to remember what it was called or what it meant.

Smoke! Specifically, chimney smoke. It rose from the forest like a beacon, a sign that we may not be the only ones to have survived.

As we were debating the best way to approach whomever may be there, we were all shocked to the bone to hear a small voice right behind our Elder.

"'Ere! Wotcha 'bout then? Not from 'round 'here, are yous?"

Of all those who could have survived, of course it had to be the Hobbits.

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Can You Take Me Back?

A/N: Hullo, this fic was inspired by @thelexidylan (super cool and amazing, thank you for the idea hun!). This is also my first fic on tumblr, so I hope y’all enjoy! Also if you would like to request a story, click here :D

W/C: 1,898

Warnings: Mention of drugs/brief use, throwing up, a lil’ swearing.

It was a cold December night in New York City, and I trudged through the streets, not really caring where the road was going.

Could be the secondhand high from all that weed from the Bob Dylan concert, but I kept drifting alone through the streets. I didn’t think it stupid at the time, but never imagined that it would actually lead up to something.

I somehow ended up in Central Park, and I came across the Strawberry Fields. There was no one around, besides the sounds of the trees and the stars smiling down. I felt a sense of peace, either from the weed, or something, and walked around for a bit.

I spotted an old woman sitting on a bench. She looked well on in her years with the lines of time etched onto her face. She had a little cart with flowers on it, and an orange Persian-ish looking cat that stood on her shoulders.

Without thinking, I pulled out my wallet and asked her something that she probably thought as crazy (but who am I to judge), “Ma’am. This might sound weird, but I need some flowers tonight.”

She turned to me in and smiled in an odd way, “Well honey, lucky you, I’m selling—“

Her cat meowed.

“Oh yes, that’s right.” She turned to me, “This is Tim. Don’t pay him any mind, he’s a real sweetheart.” She then moved her cart and took out a crystal ball, filled with what looked like a dark liquid. “Now, before you buy anything, I need you to tell me what you see.”

She held up the dark orb, and swirled it in her hands. After a few seconds, I peered inside and inner smoke cleared, showing a small galaxy spotted with dewy stars and a single red rose drifting through it all.

When I told her what I saw, the lady’s cat looked at me with a Cheshire smile and hopped from her shoulder to head bunt my legs. The lady laughed and added, “Ahh. A very special someone indeed, Tim?”

Whether it was referring to me or something about the orb, I didn’t know. Regardless, she rummaged through her cart and brought out a bunch of small blue flowers.

“These are Forget-Me-Nots,” she said handing them over. “I think this is what you’re looking for, dear.”

Suddenly, a large rustle came from the tree behind me and I looked and saw it was a small barn owl. It hooted for a few seconds, and flew off into the night.

“Sorry,” I said turning back, “There was—”

I looked at the spot where the woman was, but she disappeared. Her cart was also gone, and the cat was nowhere to be seen. I was still awkwardly holding my wallet, and started on my walk when I saw a small glimmer of light where she was. On the bench was a small seashell with the letter J carved into it. I picked it up, and traced the letter, which was shining bright green.

I sat on the bench, shell in hand and flowers in the other, and stared at the night sky. Was the woman real? Was anything real? The stars still swirled around, but I heard no answer. Returning back to the flowers tied in a red ribbon, I came up with an idea.

I looked around to make sure that no one was watching me, and sat cross-legged on the Imagine mosaic.

“Hey John,” I whispered, softly placing the flowers in the center, “It’s me again.” I looked up towards the sky, “Y’know, I just met someone real special today. Guess who?”

An owl hooted in the distance. Classic.

“I don’t know her name, but it was a lady who had a flower cart and a cat,” I sniffed, then laughed. “And she had a glass orb, y’know, like from a wizard shop.”

I wiped my nose and pulled out the seashell. “She disappeared before I could pay her, but she seemed really sweet. This seashell was all that’s left. Maybe you know her?”

The wind whispered, wiping my tears and ruffled my hair.

“I’m guessing you do, huh?” I sniffed again. I was quiet for a little while and heard the rustling of the trees. I tried looking at the moon, but my eyes welled again.

“I know I should stop crying, but… I…“ I took a deep breath.

The stars twinkled in response.

I closed my eyes and sang: “Can you take me back where I came from, can you take me back? Can you take me back where I came from, brother can you take me back? Can you take me back? Can you take back where I came from? Can you take me back?”

That sacred and haunting melody traveled through my whole being, and I could feel a chill running through my spine. I felt a warm feeling in my hands and opened my eyes to stare at the seashell in my hand.

The shell’s green J was glowing brightly, and I caressed it with my thumb. However, it only seemed to get brighter and hotter, to the point where I dropped it since it scorched my hands.

“Frickin’ OW!” I started at my hands and they were red, as if they were sunburnt. As far as I knew, weed couldn’t do that.

I started back at the shell and it dropped onto the center of the Imagine mosaic.

It then rose mid-air and still shining, I heard a lady’s voice, “Would you really like to go back?”

“Uh, sure?” I stammered, both out of shock and wondering if I’d truly gone mad now.

“Very well then.” It eerily sounded like the woman in the flower cart.

Suddenly, green sparkles from the shell gathered in a swirl and surrounded me, spinning faster and faster. I felt sick and my mind spun.

“Wait-!” I was caught off inhaling sparkles, which effectively silenced my voice.

As the air became more thick, I was clawing at my neck, waiting for the torture to be over. After a few more seconds, I fell on the floor, blacking out on the mosaic.

—

When I awoke, I felt sick, and hurled onto a toilet. Wait.

I held myself up for a shaky second, and saw that my baggy sweatshirt was gone, and instead was wearing a blue sleeveless dress and a string of pearls. I even had heels.

“Oh, god,” I whispered and panicked, “Oh, god—!”

I heard a knock on the door and heard a girl’s voice, “Hey, you alright? Want me to call a taxi?”

Odd, she has accent.

I saw the green dust that I vomited into the toilet. Without thinking I said, “No, I’m alright.”

“Gear. Be careful and get a coke next time, okay?” She tossed a coat and purse over the stall door.

Even curiouser, 1960s slang.

She went on, “I’ll be at the bar if you need me, the boys are about to start.” Then her heels clicked away.

“Okay,” I stared at the coat. It looked like something my gran wore.

Head still spinning, I flushed the toilet and looked around the stall. There was writing and graffiti in a language that I didn’t even knew. Giving up trying to read it, I slipped on my coat and headed towards the sink. I checked myself in the mirror, and saw that my hair and makeup were really done differently too. Heavy makeup around the eyes and flat-ironed hair with straight bangs, with a beret to top it all off.

“Is this really me?” I stared through the looking glass, “Am I dreaming?”

I pinched hard myself, and bit back a swear since my hands were still raw, “Nope, definitely real.”

I opened the door, and immediately felt the atmosphere of rock, beer, and sweat. I was facing the side of the stage, and saw the large crowd of people cheering the people onstage at the end of the song. I couldn’t see the performer’s faces in the dingy lighting, so I decided to go to the bar instead.

I found a seat, and feeling wasted, ordered a drink, “Coke, please.”

“Die Cola?” said the bartender.

I nodded, that sounded like coke. Fully realizing that the bartender spoke very little English, I wondered how I ever got drunk, if throwing up magical sparkles didn’t count. He slid me a glass, I reached into my purse to pay.

...Except my wallet wasn’t there.

I sat there turning red, and I heard another voice, “Ah, I forgot to give you this back,” It was the same girl from the bathroom. “I’d thought I keep it for safe keeping while you were away.”

She was very pretty, she had bright brown eyes and was blonde. Somehow, looked like someone I knew.

She’d also gave me a four pills and turned back to the stage, “They’re gonna take all night, aren’t they?”

I nodded, but returned to the pills, small and unassuming, and pocketed two. With the leftovers, I just turned them around my hands, and hadn’t had a vague inkling of what they were.

I saw that one of the musicians came down from the mic and gave the blonde a kiss, “Oi,” Another kiss. “What’dya think?”

Rascal was sketched in sweat, and you could smell his trouble from a mile away. His face was masked from the shadows though, but his voice…

They broke for air, and he petted her hair whilst getting a cigarette, “Got any more prellies, love?”

She shook her head and looked away, “Didn’t you have enough already? You’ll be bouncing mad like last time,”

He took his time lighting the cig with a small dot of flame. He lifted her chin gently.

“But love, I feel like a drag,” He breathed in the smoke and accented the last word, puppy eyes and all, “Just a few more, alright?”

“Can’t. Gave my last.“ She turned to me, but also gave me a pleading look that said: “Please, don’t give him any.”

Without a beat he looked at my pills, “You gonna take those or what?” He puffed a ring in my face and I coughed. What an ass.

I stared at the pills, and without much thought, downed the two with a sip of cola. Out of spite, probably. God knows how I’ve survived purely out of spite.

I slammed my coke with a hard stare, “Does that answer your question, jerk?”

He looked dumbfounded, but recovered without missing a beat, “No need to have a stick up your arse,” His face was red, evidently not getting his way, and decided to saunter somewhere else.

The girl’s eyes went as large as dinner plates, “Never thought that anyone would stand up to John. Much less any girl, ‘specially here,”

“Well, someone needed to shut him up,” You rolled your eyes. “He was puffing a train down my throat,” And asking for a fight, didn’t he?

She laughed. “Well, he can be nice sometimes, even though his aunt hates me,” She took a sip of her drink, “Ever since he was a ted, he’s been well known in Liverpool, yeah.”

Someone called out across the bar, “Hey Lennon! Need an upper?”

I spat out my drink, “Wait, you mean—?”

Oh, shit. I just pissed off John Lennon.

#john lennon #the beatles #rock and roll #60s #fanfic #my first fic #for my friend thelexidylan #you are amazing!

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pennywisemakesmefloat-blog · 7 years

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A Few Facts About Me

I thought you guys, my humble mutuals, might want to know a bit more about me. I don’t want to seem like a mysterious unapproachable blogger ^-^

- I like to be known as Luna online (simply cause my real name is boring xD)

- I’m 19

- I’m a semi-good artist - I post drawings on my Instagram sometimes. I could put some examples of my art here too if anyone wants? hmu if you do :3

- I’m in quite a few fandoms, including; IT, Supernatural, Criminal Minds, Riverdale, Death Note, Marvel, DC, Sherlock, Adventure Time, Stranger Things, TBBT, Harry Potter, Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them, Disney (specifically Alice in Wonderland, Peter Pan and The Nightmare Before Christmas) Preacher, Star Wars, Outlast and some Youtubers such as Pewdiepie, Jacksepticeye, CJUGames, AliA, Clare Callery, Shane Dawson and Cayleigh Elise.

- I have 4 cats: 2 ragdolls, a Siamese and a Tabby. Their names are Harry, Angel, Mizuki and Daisy.

- I’m a chubby gal, about 5″5 and have super long dark brown hair :’)

- I’m from the UK, specifically living in Scotland. I was born in Ireland and my mum is from London.

- I have Aspergers, which I am proud of! :D

- I suffer with depression, anxiety and PCOS on a daily basis, but I am on medication and doing a lot better than I was last year!

- I L O V E meeting and talking to new people, so if you have any questions, or want to talk then pLEASE don’t hesitate to contact me ^-^

- I like a range of different music, some of my favourite artists/bands are; Bastille, Take That, Ed Sheeran, Adele, Sam Smith, Eminem, Twenty One Pilots, Panic! At The Disco, CupcakKe, P!nk, Beyonce, AC/DC, Green Day, Lady Gaga, Imagine Dragons, any/all 80′s music, Sia, Fun., The Neighbourhood, Halsey, James Blunt, Lana Del Rey and any Disney song :3 I also love various movie soundtracks!

- H O W ? TO ? BE ? INTERESTING ? ~ A Novel By Me.

- I LOVE CANDLES.

- and bathbombs (from Lush)

- my favourite colour is every colour cause I’m shit at consistency

- I’m Asexual/Pansexual :)

- I collect Pop Vinyls. Like seriously, they’ve taken over my room.

- My Harry Potter house is Ravenclaw ^-^

- I adore Unicorns and any and all Unicorn merchandise/products/items 🦄

- If I was a cartoon character, my trademark clothing style would be: a pair of black leggings, a nerdy t shirt, a grey band hoodie and some worn camo converse. I wear the same thing nearly every day :)

- I COLLECT PLUSHIES/STUFFED TOYS. THEY ARE MY DARK ARMY.

- The Cheshire Cat is my favourite fictional character

- I LOVE SPACE! AND STARS! AND GALAXIES! AND PLANETS! ANYTHING SPACEY . ESPECIALLY THE MOON. THE MOON IS BEAUTIFUL.

- I H A T E tomatoes.

- I love the It/Clown Fucker fandom so much. Everyone is so nice and freaky - there’s no fear of judgement :3

- I have a weird obsession with Rainbow Dash even tho I’m not a brony/don’t watch MLP. I just love Dashy for some reason. (prolly the rainbows)

- My dream holiday destination is Japan - I love their culture, food and lifestyle. I want to experience their cuisine and all the kawaii things there :3

- I want to move to a city and live in a cosy apartment and have a job in the Arts.

- I’m a dreamer, not a realist.

- I like shiny things, which basically makes me a magpie.

- Toothless the dragon is my spirit animal because I try to look intimidating and uncaring but I’m the biggest pushover.

- If you ever need a friend, or a laugh, or support then I’m here for you! No matter who you are.

I hope you learned enough about me to find me approachable! :’) I really don’t bite, and I’d love to make some friends on here :) hmu if you have any questions or replies to this post ^-^

#pennywise #it #fandom #about me #get to know me #ask #ask me anything #friendship

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twopoppies · 7 years

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I got a fic request from one of my followers to give her a list of Larry fics with “a touch of art, medicine, and/or magical creatures".

It got awfully long mostly because I love magic fics, so I’ll put the recs under the cut. Also, I’m ashamed by how few Medical fics I’ve read! 🙈 Anyway, I hope you find some you enjoy!

Magical Creatures

May We Stay Lost On Our Way Home by loadedgunn

Harry thought he had a handle on things. He hasn’t gotten papped in over a month, even the most zealous of fans have given up on finding his location, the Fortress is starting to look hospitable, and Niall just learned how to make shrimp bisque. Even having a massive crush on a gorgeous mythical woodland creature was working out for him.

Most of the time.

On March 31st, Harry Styles disappears. Though many speculate, only two people know where to find him: Niall, his former guitarist, and Zayn, who follows where Niall leads.

The fact the biggest boy band in the world broke up two weeks earlier might be related to the disappearance. The fact Harry meets a fairy named Louis in the woods is a whole other matter.

(Liam is a centaur.)

Through Eerie Chaos by MediaWhore @mediawhorefics

For as long as anyone can remember, Old Hillsbridge Manor has always been believed to be haunted. Everyone in the village agrees and keeps a respectful, fearful, distance. New in town after a bad breakup and an internship that led to disappointment rather than a permanent job, Harry Styles figures taking pictures of the decrepit building could be a great new creative project. Or at least a much-needed distraction while he searches for a job and crashes at his parents’ new house. No one warned him about the apparitions though; about the music, the laughter, the people who flicker and vanish when you call after them, the echoes of a past that should be long gone… Harry has never believed in spirits but even he can admit that there’s something weird going on. What starts as mere curiosity evolves into a full-blown investigation and soon enough, Harry finds himself making friends with an aristocrat from the 1920s and struggling with finding the best way to tell him that he’s dead.

The Ghost Hunter AU where Niall lives to prove ghosts are real, Zayn is a skeptical librarian and Harry gets caught up in a century-old mystery and catches feeling in the process.

Coax The Cold by MediaWhore @mediawhorefics

England, 1897.

English Professor Louis Tomlinson’s passion for the occult has been a source of mockery and derision for most of his life. When he hears whispers of a travelling freak show newly established in London claiming the existence of a monstrous sea hybrid, half-man, half-fish, Louis sees it as his ticket to credibility amongst his peers. The summer he spends undercover working on the show, however, gives him much more than that.

The Devil You Know by Awriterwrites @a-writerwrites

Harry walked slowly to the door, an eerie sense of déjà vu rolling over him. “Who is it?” he called out through the varnished maple.

“Can Harry come out to play?” The voice on the other side of the door was light and airy, musical, with a raspy edge.

Louis.

Harry felt his pulse race a little before he found words. “Harry’s not home right now.” He smirked.

There was a pause and then a light tap-tap-tap on the door, right at Harry’s ear. “Bullshit.”

**** Louis is a vampire. Harry is probably too curious for his own good.

Waiting On You by emma1234 @lads-laddylads

“Vampires,” Louis says with disgust, glaring over at the vampire who is noisily slurping from the woman’s neck nearby.

Zayn gives the neat fang marks on Louis’ neck a meaningful look.

“Can’t live with them, can’t live without them,” Louis finishes, ignoring Zayn when he rolls his eyes.

Louis takes a long sip of his milkshake, presses his fingers against the marks on his neck, and definitely doesn’t think about the vampire who left them there.

love is divine by stylinsoncity ( @alienproof )

Being a witch doesn't help when it comes to unrequited love.

as we move slowly by snsk

"You know what color your wings are?" Harry asked conversationally, on his stomach at the tattoo parlor, while Louis played absentmindedly with one dangling hand and flipped through some designs.

// Alternatively: Louis grows wings. Harry is the only one who can see them.

Domestic Monsters (series) by @g-uttertrash

Harry is a witch from a long line of power, an ancient line that’s one of the strongest left alive in their hemisphere. He can cast spells without a word if need be, fly on a broomstick, and has a black cat (a kitten, really) named Felix that is his animal familiar. He can shape galaxies in his cupped hands and can destroy them just as easily. He can choose exactly how to use his power, for encouragement and support, or for more nefarious causes if he wishes to.

And as fate would have it, he’s scared of haunted houses.

(Harry is a witch who carries around a stuffed pumpkin, Louis is a vampire with too much time on his hands, and their best mates Zayn & Niall aren't exactly what they seem...

I Will Never Rust by stylez

What was Harry meant to say? Yes Louis, I’d date you. I want to make you come repeatedly so that must mean I have a thing for you yeah? No. Because it doesn’t mean that, because Harry refuses to get attached to anyone he wants to fuck.

Harry wants to suck more than just Louis’ blood but Louis refuses to sleep with Count Dickula.

Among The Humans by @the-cheshire-pussy-cat

A gothic, modern day vampire romance between a young human named Louis Tomlinson, and Harry Styles, ancient vampire and gentleman.

Creatures of the night come with more trouble than they wish to make it seem.

finding you was hard (but loving you is easy) by togetherwecouldbealright

An incredibly shameless vampire!AU filled with stupid jokes, endless dates, flappy bird, a bro man dude pal sleepover thing and there also might be some sex in strange places.

Also known as the one where everyone is a vampire, Louis is oblivious and somewhere along the way it becomes a bit too much like Twilight.

Then a string of thoughts make themselves clear in Louis’ head. First, Harry is a vampire. Second, Louis is a dumbass. Third, Louis is also unconditionally and irrevocably in love with him. Fourth, he’s pretty sure he just quoted the back of the Twilight book.

We’ve got the world in our hands by sarcasticfluentry

A mutants/superpowers AU. Louis and his friends attend the Cowell Institute for General Education and Mutant Training in London; when Louis meets Harry, the newest student at the Cowell Institute, he immediately recruits Harry to help play matchmaker for his friend Zayn. Harry and Louis are so caught up in meddling in Zayn's love life, though, that they don't notice that their own friendship is progressing into something more. Meanwhile, an ominous threat up north grows slowly until suddenly, no mutant - or human - is safe.

Magic

because I don’t know that many magical creatures fics, but these ones are magical and are so good as well!

ain’t had none like you in a while by istajmaal

It kind of sucks that instead of using time travel to go back and kill Hitler, Simon Cowell chooses to use it to get his clients to advise younger versions of themselves. Sixteen-year-old Harry's not bitter, it's just that his relationship with Louis was complicated enough before he saw him with hot dad hair.

One day to believe in you by mediaville

A mysterious force compels Louis to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. Even when it's really inconvenient.

Harry blinks and has the nerve to look surprised. "You think about me when you get off?"

"Yes," Louis says. He wonders how hard he'd need to punch himself in the face to knock himself out.

"Often?"

"Yes, Christ, Harry," Louis groans. "Probably eight times a week for going on six years now. On average, you know. More when we were touring, less when I've been visiting family. Anything else you'd like to know?"

the bearded stranger by @juliusschmidt

Harry wakes up to a bearded stranger in his bed.

(Make You Want To) Scream by @lululawrence

While Louis' left hand plays with his nipple, his right reaches down and wraps around his dick and that's when he really knows something is wrong.

The dick in his hand does not feel like his own.

like a boomerang by @youwill

AU in which Harry gets trapped in a lift, Louis gets stuck in a Wednesday, and it's always February 2nd. Until it isn't.

I’ll Know My Name As It’s Called Again by pukeandcry

Louis wakes up in Harry's body. This is a problem for several reasons.

the impossible now by stylinsoncity @alienproof

A wish on Christmas Eve sends Louis to an alternate dimension where Harry is a member of One Direction.

Come Along With Me by darkofthenights @jimmytfallon

"A little magic can take you a long way." — Roald Dahl or An AU where Harry is a magician and Louis doesn't believe in such a thing.

Fugue by iwillpaintasongforlou

Harry falls asleep a 17 year-old who lives in Cheshire and is probably rockstar Louis Tomlinson's biggest fan. He wakes up 24 with a wedding ring on his finger, two kids, and Louis Tomlinson attempting to wake him up with a blow job. The doctor calls it organic retrograde amnesia, says he might never get back the last seven years of his life. The only thing that feels the same is how he feels when Louis touches him, and maybe that's enough to make him fall in love all over again.

You Are The Blood by sarcasticfluentry

A seventh-year Hogwarts AU in which Niall gets all the girls, Liam goes on a journey of self-discovery, Zayn falls in love, Harry wants something more, and Louis tries to figure out once and for all why he, a Muggleborn, was sorted into Slytherin.

Temporary Tattoos, Hotel Hearts, Horizon Homes by Teumessian

Louis is just 18 and ends up in 2015 for one day at Harry’s request, one day to make sure his spirit is strong and hopeful enough to take him to the X Factor and end him up where he’s supposed to be. Aka, the one where Harry makes sure Louis knows how amazing he is.

my heart is breathing for this moment in time by usedtothebeach

When Louis first saw Harry at the 2010 X Factor Auditions, he thought he was watching a peculiarly special stranger. But Harry has known Louis ever since he was five years old.

Because Louis has a rare genetic disorder that causes him to Time Travel to important moments in his past and in his future - and to Harry, always to Harry. When they're put into a band together, it seems like everything Harry has been waiting and wishing for has finally come true. Except for the small fact that Louis doesn't know that Harry is in love with him- that Harry's always been in love with him. Fate, it would seem, is just getting started.

A story about growing up and growing together, and the impossible love that makes it all worthwhile.

feel the chemicals burn in my bloodstream by togetherwecouldbealright

“Alright, alright. No need to bite,” Harry says, holding his hands above his head in a general gesture of surrender.

Louis quirks an eyebrow and his foot nudges Harry’s as he moves to sit straight. “If that’s what you think biting is, you’ve got another thing coming, Styles.”

Harry blinks at him before he feels his face flush and inside the marrows of his bones there’s pulses of heat, pulses of fire spreading through him. “Is that a threat, your Highness?”

“That’s a promise,” Louis answers just as the car halts to a stop. “One I intend to keep.”

Harry is a journalist with a lot of secrets and Louis is the future king of the United Kingdom; they live together for 60 days.

Art

I included one where the art involved is writing/poetry because the fic in question does such a lovely job of discussing art as a concept that I just couldn’t resist...but otherwise, I only included ones where the art referenced is painting/drawing etc. I’m sad that I don’t know more!

Little Technicolor Things by @tekhnicolor

Louis is a poor writer and recent university graduate, depressed, anxious, and living in London when he meets Harry, an artist with a secret who likes to paint sunrises and pretty boys from California.

I would name the stars for you (I would take you there) by impetuous

"Harry Styles is a poem waiting to happen, Louis thinks, eyes tracing peach flesh and the undercurrent of blue veins. He wants to write him all down, to capture the image of green eyes and red lips and skinny wrists... dark ink spilled across the page."

Or a vaguely Notting Hill-like AU (or that made for TV Disney movie Starstruck if you’ve seen it… no? Just me?) starring popstar!Harry and bookkeeper/soulful poet!Louis; and including guest appearances by Fate, a wise elderly aristocrat, and lots and lots of pining.

Starry, Starry Night by xxSterre (WIP)

Artist AU based on a tumblr prompt by youngandmadeof.

AU where Harry’s getting a degree in fine arts but he’s always envied street artists their freedom and the thrill coming from illegal activity. One day, he notices a particular graffiti and decides to paint into it. Louis does graffiti. One day, somebody starts messing with his murals.

Medicine

why do I only know one?

Lonesome When You Go by 13ways @13ways-of-looking

Harry, Louis, Niall, and Liam are surgeons-in-training at the most prestigious program in the United States.

More than that, Harry and Louis have a history unknown to the others, a history that involves dogs and God, anatomy lessons, food fights, vinyl jazz records, and one hell of an oyster tour.

A story of trust and friendship, of poetry and rock and roll, pink-tinged dawns and the darkest nights.

A tale of portraits, tattoos, and everlasting love.

Edit: How did I forget you @afirethatcannotdie?

Do Not Go Gentle

“This is all a game to you, isn’t it? Well, it’s not for me. This is a real life or death situation,” Louis says, spitting the words at him. “And I just don’t think you’re cut out for it.”

For a moment, they stare at each other in complete silence. Harry can feel his blood thrumming between his ears, can see Louis glaring at him, feels red-hot anger. And then all he feels, oppressively and desperately, is lust.

Suddenly Louis is surging up to him to press his lips against Harry’s. Harry walks the two of them backwards, pressing Louis back against the door. Louis oomphs in surprise and brings his hands under Harry’s scrub top, scratching at his lower back.

“Lock — oh — lock the… fucking door,” Louis mutters.

When Harry Styles starts his first day as a surgical intern, he expects a lot of things: to treat patients, to observe a surgery, to feel a bit overwhelmed. What he definitely doesn't expect, however, is that the handsome guy he kicked out of his bed this morning is also an intern.

A Grey’s Anatomy AU where tensions are high, Harry and Louis are hooking up in secret, and no one has time for love. Or do they?

#mine #larry fic rec

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a-galaxy-dream · 7 years

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Rules: Tag people, answer 20 questions

I was tagged by @millionhawkes thank you so much!!!

Nickname: Tess, (Little) Punk or sometimes Petit Paniek (panic)

Zodiac: Libra

Height: 5′6

Last thing I googled: Dr. Oetker recipes, I really want to bake something... please someone convince my mom

Favourite music artists: Beartooth, Green Day, Panic! at the Disco, Royal Blood, My Chemical Romance, Higly Suspect, Nothing But Thieves, Muse, Nothing More, Blink-182, Rise Against

Song stuck in my head: Body Bag - Beartooth

What am I wearing now: A light pink lacy pyjama

Why did I choose my URL: I really like galaxies and I have pretty weird dreams

Do I have any other blogs: Yes, one where I post shitty stuff I once wrote or sentences I’ve said and one thats super emo

What did your last romantic relationship teach you: I am in my first relationship... but the key is communication

Religious or Spiritual: Neither?

Favourite colour: Bordeaux red, dark purple and turquoise

Average hours of sleep: 7 or 8

Lucky number(s): 22

Favourite characters: Ehh... The mad hatter, cheshire cat, Luna Lovegood, Will Scarlet and Captain Hook/Killian Jones from Once Upon a Time

How many blankets do you sleep with: One, sometimes two when it’s really cold

Dream job: Well.. I found out management assistant isn’t my thing, so when I finish that this year I will start studying applied Psychology in September... So something with helping people or helping kids in high school choosing what they want to do in the future or help them with the problems they have?

I’m tagging: @i-am-the-wolfman @borisxthexbutterknife @mellicai @kim-wants-a-cat @the-emo-duck @the-not-so-emo-duck

#T Talks #Answered

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surveys-at-your-service · 8 years

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Survey #46

honestly too lazy to muse over song lyrics so hey let’s get into it.

has anyone ever called you sexy? jason did the first time he saw me in a bikini and i blushed like a bitch. do you like raisins? NO what is your favorite bug? butterflies what is your opinion on abortion? lmao do you REALLY want me to get into that one? what is your opinion on gay marriage? it's fine. what is your opinion on gay adoption? also fine, so long as you don't raise said child to think being gay is "normal," like A LOT of people seem to think. now before i get blown up with notes about how "i'm calling being gay bad," NO. normal and bad are two very different things. being gay is a mutation, thus is not normal. but is it bad? no. it irks me when people think that being gay is normal, bc it's not, and a gullible child should not be told differently. do you take pictures of yourself on a daily basis? absolutely not. would you rather freeze or burn to death? burn, only because freezing would be agonizingly slow you've just died, and you're given the choice of reincarnation, being a spirit, or going to heaven/hell, wherever you belong. i wanna go to heaven. have peace. you're in prison. would you think about trying to escape and running away? no. i'd get caught. they always do in the end. you're getting married! where’s your honeymoon? idk tbh. aside from any current relationships, what was your closest relationship ever? me and jason do you give good massages? well. jason has a terrible back so i used to give him massages a lot and they always ended with us making out so lol. when’s the last time you went against your eating habits or religion (ex. eating beef when you’re muslim)? never even if you are not christian or never celebrated christmas, do you think you will raise your (possible future) children to believe in santa clause? why or why not? absolutely!! it's all in good fun and it stimulates the imagination. jason never believed in santa and when i found out, i remember i felt really sad for him. when you have nightmares, do they normally have the same theme (ex. always being killed) or do they just relate to something going on in your life at the moment/random? sigh. they're always about jason rejecting me in one way or another. what type of clothing do you hate to see on (other) women? what type of clothing do you hate to see on (other) men? i do NOT like skanky clothes, ex. shorts that literally show off your ass or shirts with an immense amount of cleavage. i can't stand baggy pants on men. do you believe america should legalize drugs? if you think they should legalize only some drugs, which drugs do you think they should legalize? ... no??? what the fuck's next, legalizing murder bc it would deter murderers??? would you vote a homosexual president into office? why or why not? yes, because why not? what's your most embarrassing sex (or sexual) story? if you haven't had sex, talk about an embarrassing sex story you heard. i've told this before in an old survey: that time i'm pretty damn sure i was about to orgasm but instead i had a panic attack because i didn't understand what i was feeling lmao besides pornography, what is a website you frequent and don't want anyone to know? first let it be known that i don't watch porn. it's disgusting. two, the meerkat role-play site i take part in because i find rp embarrassing to the public eye. would you support marijuana legalization if it were taxed and distributed in a way similar to alcohol? nope what do you most want to improve upon in yourself? not allow my happiness to be dependent on others if you were throwing your significant other / best friend a themed party, what would the theme be? elephants! she loves them! how often do you get fountain drinks from a gas station? like, once a month? who is your favorite character in your favorite movie? hmmm... i'm honestly tied between the mad hatter and the cheshire cat! what's your current boy situation? i'm single, but i just joined a dating site like... yesterday so i guess you could say i'm looking. it's honestly embarrassing to me personally to be on a dating site, but after a month's worth of thought, i decided i think that's what's best for me. gave you ever donated blood? yes. have you ever been to seaworld? yep. what video game should everybody play at least once? "silent hill 2." NO, not because it's my favorite game, but that damn message. it shows that you cannot run from your past and regrets; you instead have to face up to them. what is impossible to understand until it happens to you? mental illnesses what’s a weird thing you are scared of? WHALE SHARKS what is the most enjoyable exercise? biking how much time do you spend putting on makeup daily? i usually don't wear makeup. but if i do, gimme like five minutes have you ever worn faux eyelashes? nope what color is your flash-drive? pink when’s the next time you’ll change your hairstyle and will you color it? hairstyle will remain the same, gotta get the layers trimmed tho. i'm getting galaxy hair after my red fades!! has anyone ever called you fake and do you agree with them? no. do you make an effort to talk to all of your facebook friends, or are there certain people that you talk to the most? nope. i mean i'll "like" some of their statuses and whatnot, but i don't talk to most of them anymore. do you hate your weight? very much so. what kind of mood are you in atm? is someone else responsible for that mood? i'm anxious to do something, and no. who was the last person that asked to hang out with you? tell me the story of how you met that person, everything you remember. colleen asked to hang out a couple days back, spent the night two days. :D i met her in girl scouts, but i barely remember back then. we really bonded in middle school. if you knew that one of your friends was considering suicide, what would you say to them? it really depends on their situation.0 have you ever worn colored mascara? if not, would you ever think about trying it? and if you have, what is / was your favorite color to wear? ohhh, i haven't, but that'd be cool! who was the last person to pay you a compliment? my dentist. she liked my hair. what color is your purse/wallet? my purse is maroon and black. my wallet is red, black, and white. it's got a harley quinn design on it. before facebook became popular, did you use any other social networking site, like bebo or myspace? i had myspace. which disney princess do you think is the most beautiful? why? uhhh... aesthetically... i guess belle, maybe? or jasmine? if i’m going to buy you a box of chocolates, which kind should I definitely NOT get? DO NOT GET ME THE KINDS WITH FILLING OTHER THAN CHOCOLATE ITSELF OMG if you met the celebrity that you most admire, what would be the first thing you’d say to him/her? "thank you for saving my life" when you’re going to be at home all day, do you bother to get out of your pajamas? nope. given the choice, would you rather drink juice or soda? soda. i'm aware that's terrible, lol. how many piercings do you have? are there any more that you want? i have two in each earlobe, my tragus, my cartilage, and my nose done. i want a labret lip piercing and the snake eyes tongue piercing, as well as more on my ears. do you play angry birds? no. i recently watched the movie with friends tho, and it's so cute! do you tend to get hungry late at night? YEAH has anyone ever cheated on their boyfriend/girlfriend with you? yeah. we didn't actually date, but it was serious flirting, and i consider that cheating. do you blow dry your hair? NO NO NO YOU NEVER WANT TO BLOW DRY MY HAIR. it's thick af and will literally take you 10+ minutes to get completely dry. if you’ve ever had and quit a job, did you actually call in and quit or put in your two weeks notice or did you just stop showing up? at my first job, i talked face-to-face with the manager and didn't show up after i quit. at my second job, i texted my boss and didn't show up after that. do you tend to baby or take care of the people you date, or do you tend to date alpha types that take care of you? ehhh, both? like i think it's in MOST females' nature to be motherly, and i was like that with my ex, but my ex definitely cared for me, too. how would you feel if the person you were interested in refused to perform oral sex on you? i wouldn't mind. i find oral gross, anyway. when you get upset do you have any physical reactions, like prickles in your spine or your knees going weak? my head gets this weird tingling sensation. do you ever “facebook stalk” or go through facebook albums of attractive boys/girls that you have mutual friends with (but haven’t met in person)? do you ever add them? nope. hypothetically speaking, if you ever give birth to a son, would you have him circumcised? yes, in interest of his health. which of your facebook friends posts the most annoying/irritating/enraging facebook posts? what do they post? oh my GOSH, a friend i met at the hospital, whom i won't name for her privacy. she's BEYOND pro-choice, bashes EVERYONE who disagrees with her, posts a billion rants a day, and is just... very shallow in what she shares. is there something that a person can do and watching them do it makes you quite a bit attracted to them for it (e.g., watching someone play guitar, watching a someone work on a car, etc.)? many things, yeah, like the two you listed, but more. what accent do you find most difficult to understand? southern, but only when it's VERY heavy. what movie never fails to make you cry? "the notebook" do you like 3d movies? sure have you ever practiced kissing on a stuffed animal? nope do you let music move your body, or do you hold back? i always hold back why is your favorite store your favorite? i find their clothes aesthetically pleasing can you handle the stress of working in food/customer service? NONONONONO what kind of place would you want to raise your children? idk, the same state i was raised in, i guess. would you let your child have a pet? depends on their age, really. if i think they're mature enough to care for it themselves, yes. do you enjoy talking to people over webcam? NO CAN YOU SAY AWKWARD would you rather die or eat another human being? die. how would you react if a doctor told you that you were infertile? i'd be... pretty devastated. i want kids, but at the same time, i'm so scared to have another life under my supervision. idk. do you like meatball subs? sure. have you been baptized in any religious tradition? yep. what is your favorite meal of the day? breakfast what season were you born in? winter what’s your favorite breed of dog? idk, i like akita inus, chow-chows, beagles... do you use twitter? nope are you a good babysitter? not particularly. i'm awkward with kids. how old will the last person you kissed be on his/her next birthday? sigh. he'll be 23 in two days. what’s the relationship with you and the last person you kissed? we're nothing but strangers now. has anyone ever told you they were in love with you? he was apparently full of shit.

#survey #quiz #questions #asks #answered

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Fantasy/Sci-fi/Horror AU

For Truth, Justice and Led Zeppelin by haruslex **** https://haruslex.dreamwidth.org/36260.html

Superhero!Dean, photojournalist!Dean, journalist!cas

Summary: Being a masked vigilante is difficult enough when you’ve got petty thieves, drug dealers and a day job as a photojournalist to deal with (not to mention trying to keep your little brother alive so his wife doesn’t skin you). The last thing Dean Winchester needs is for his city to become the battlefield for an apocalyptic showdown between the forces of Heaven and Hell. But, like it or not, he’s being (literally) swept off his feet by an angel and thrown into the middle of a war he’s not ready for. Featuring superheroes, leather pants, secret identities, and Dean’s weird new coworker - Jimmy - who never seems to write any articles and won’t stop staring at him.

Bird of Paradise by trinitiyofone http://trinityofone.livejournal.com/201469.html

Hunger Games AU

Summary: When Sam Campbell is chosen as a tribute for the Games—an annual fight to the death between twenty-four of New Eden’s unlucky children—his older brother Dean volunteers to take his place. Dean fully expects to die so that Sam can live, but once he enters the arena, Dean discovers that what’s at stake in the Games is far more complicated than simple life and death, and nothing and no one is what they seem.

Metaphysical Gravity by zoemathemata **** http://archiveofourown.org/works/154558/chapters/222191

Dark Shadows crossover, Vampire!Cas

Summary: Vampire Castiel Collins is awakened from his tomb by down-on-his-luck author Chuck Shurley. With Chuck’s help [and blood] Castiel sets out to make a life for himself in Collinsport, restoring his old home and hopefully being reunited with the reincarnation of his former lover, Dean Winchester.

Non Timebo Mala by rivercritter http://rivercritter.livejournal.com/16054.html

Ancient Rome, Legionnaire!Dean

Summary: AU Set in ancient Rome. Castiel is the youngest member of the Novak family. His eldest brother Michael has designs on getting a seat in the senate but to do so he has to earn the favor of the powerful senator Azazel. When Azazel shows interest in Castiel, Michael sees an opportunity to use him as a bargaining chip. Cas, being a good son and loyal brother, isn't happy about it but is willing to go along...right up till he meets a certain green eyed Legionnaire named Deanarious who turns everything upside down. Action, adventure, sword fights, and treachery stand between them and their love.

Alchemy by wanderamaranth http://archiveofourown.org/works/269345

Superhero!Cas, Reporter!Dean

Summary: Castiel Novak's life is average until the day he wakes up with superpowers. Soon after he meets Dean Winchester, an investigative reporter with a knack for getting himself into trouble.

An Unkindness of Crows by reticentric http://reticentric.livejournal.com/184432.html

Crow fusion

Summary: People once believed that when someone dies, a crow carries their soul to the land of the dead. But sometimes, something so bad happens that a terrible rage is carried with it, and the soul can't rest… Castiel Novak is such a soul and now he has been brought back for his chance at revenge.

Of Wizards and Dovah by sofiwick http://sofiwick.livejournal.com/5313.html

Summary: Set in the world of ‘The Elder Scrolls: Skyrim’. Dean is Dovahkiin - the Dragonborn - said to be destined to kill the dragon Alduin, the World Eater. Castiel is the cute wizard Dean would very much like to have as an ally on his quest.

The Mechanics of Love by invisiblebookwm http://archiveofourown.org/works/575410/chapters/1031589

Summary: Loosely based on the manga Absolute Boyfriend. Dean is less than amused when, for his birthday, Gabriel signs him up for a month-long trial with Castiel, a humanoid robot prototype developed by Heaven Technologies to be the perfect boyfriend. At first, Dean is not thrilled at the new addition to his household, but as he spends more time with the robot, Dean finds himself slowly falling in love.

Dean Winchester and the Boy from Hufflepuff by thetreeswhisper http://thetreeswhisper.livejournal.com/2765.html

Harry Potter AU

Summary: Dean's 3rd year at Hogwarts is going A-O.K., but it gets a lot better when he meets Castiel. Meanwhile, the ongoing war against the Demons (dark wizards) ratchets up Dean's curiosity for the outside world, as well as his frustration with it. His dad isn't much help.

Black Glass by babygatsby http://babygatsby.livejournal.com/6111.html

Summary: Fantasy AU set in a fictional world where royalty from a Vatican-esque Empire have wings. The Winchesters live in the middle lands, away from the politics and blood shed of the north, but one day John Winchester discovers a dead body and a nearly-dead, winged child in the woods. Dean names him Cas, and they quickly discover that he is mute. Through certain events they learn that not all is as it seems when soldiers from the Empire raid their homeland, searching for mute men with wings. Cas and Dean, now grown, flee their home and attempt to escape the Empire’s clutches. Dean is captured and held by the pseudo emperor, Michael, and Cas journeys to strange and otherworldly places halfway across the world to gain power to save Dean, all the while battling others with selfish ambitions of their own.

Caught in the Crossfire Between Heaven and Hell by princess_aleera http://princess-aleera.livejournal.com/201919.html

Constantine AU

Summary: Constantine fusion/AU. Dean Winchester is a demon hunter with an expiration date. Castiel Novak just lost his brother to a very suspicious suicide. Their paths collide, and as forces align around them, Dean learns more about the Novak boys. About a gift that earned Jimmy a lifetime in the mental hospital, a gift his twin brother could share with him. A gift that just might end the world.

An Angel in Wonderland (AKA Who Killed the Cheshire Cat) by anoradh http://anoradh.livejournal.com/14530.html

Summary: The title says it all, really. A sort of murder mystery set in Wonderland, from Lewis Carroll's Alice's Adventures in Wonderland.

The Dreamer and the Mystic by bellanovaskies http://bellanovaskies.livejournal.com/10681.html#cutid1

Summary: When Dean Winchester’s eighteenth birthday arrived, he was expected to choose his Queen-To-Be; instead he found himself falling for a mysterious stranger with eyes like stars. Eleven years later, accompanied by his brother and their father’s knights, Dean journeys into ancient lands that have long since faded into legend and lore, to once again find the eyes that had bewitched him. Castiel's tribe may be a force to be reckoned with, but nothing can prepare Dean to face his own father, and confess his love for a less-than-human being.

Fairytales Are Real by landahoymateys http://archiveofourown.org/works/563287/chapters/1006771

Summary: In a land where fairytales have been all but forgotten, two brothers search for their missing father and the right to create their own fairytale. Along the way they will face evil and treachery like no other, and maybe just maybe, create their own happily ever afters.

War of the Regions by skylinehorizon http://skylinehorizon.livejournal.com/37337.html

Summary: Dean is an eighteen-year-old in a dystopian society, trying to deal with his little brother's steadily declining hearing loss and keeping him safe and alive. One day, the Officials come searching. They invade the villages of the Regions, and escaping is the only option for survival. While on the run, Dean and Sam run into another refugee, who becomes important to Dean in ways he never would have imagined.

Oadriax by Daksgirl http://archiveofourown.org/works/529431/chapters/938065

Summary: AU Sci-Fi heavily influenced by James Cameron's 'Avatar', where the boys aren't hunters, and angels and demons exist but are considered 'aliens'. After the death of their estranged mother Mary on a planet called Oadriax, Sam and Dean hop the first transport out to the edge of the civilized galaxy. After a tense run in with the base's demonic security chief and his creepy second in command Alistair, Dean finds himself lost in the forest, and stumbles into an angel with black wings and blue eyes that calls himself Castiel.

Let's Make It Up As We Go by crowleyshouseplant http://archiveofourown.org/works/547968

Summary: Dean sleeps with his limbs splayed out, blankets tangled up in his ankles. Something presses him down, catches his heart in his chest--are his bones going to break?--as he opens his eyes. Castiel looms over him, all tiger and toy, and the weight of xyr paw pushes Dean into the mattress. “Cas?” Dean says, voice all sleepy as he rubs his knuckles in his eyes. He pushes xem off, rubs his chest, the sweat from his skin causing the scratches left behind on his chest to sting, the vague mark of a print right over him, right over the center of him, like a stamp or a seal over the very core of him. “Why are you here?” “I told you, Dean,” Castiel says. “Because we have work for you.”

#spec au

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stardust-lightning · 7 years

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Starchild: Dream Maker Chapter 6- A Satchel of Tools

So the Dreamscape is collapsing and the Seven Elders are missing. That's one way to disturb your sleep…

It felt like the room became devoid of oxygen and everything stopped to a standstill.

“How...How is this possible?”

“My question is, how did they successfully kidnap the Seven Elders anyway? This means that since no one is in power, anyone can take control of Plasmatio and eventually the entire Dreamscape.”

“Right. Of course, Diávolos is behind all this. He’s the only one I know who can take out all Seven Elders. But how did the Nightmare Spirits escape from the Realm of Nightmares? The only way for that to happen though is that someone here has to have a strong connection to the Realm of Nightmares, to Diávolos, but it would have to be someone with a lot of power to pull it off...This isn't good…”

“It would be better if we thought about it more in the morning. Let's get some sleep while we can. I'm fine sleeping with other people, but don't try anything weird, 'kay?”

I didn't hear a response. I turned around to see him clutching the letter with a death grip and his face looking ghostly. He looks like he’s ready to cry.

“Zero?”

Out of the blue, he falls to the floor on his knees, holding his head and making shaky breaths like he’s hyperventilating. I immediately rush to the floor by his side, trying to see what was wrong. The poor thing is shaking so bad I can visibly see his trembling and his wide eyes flash fear in them.

“What’s wrong!?”

I realize immediately that he is having a full-blown anxiety attack. I place one hand on his stomach and the other around the back of his neck, trying to soothe him as his anxiety continues to attack him. His heart is beating so hard I can feel it. I quietly encourage him to take deeper breaths. I don't know much about anxiety attacks because I’ve only seen one in my lifetime, so I hope I'm doing something right.

“Zero, honey, breathe.”

It takes several full minutes before the attack finally numbs away and Zero is breathing normal again. I sigh in relief. It's actually stressful trying to help someone handle an anxiety attack because you worry if you're doing it right. I sit in front of him, taking his hands in mine.

“You okay?”

He nods as he takes his left hand out to wipe his eyes.

“That's good.” I smile at him.

“... Y-Yeah.”

We both sit in silence, staring at the ground.

“You, uh, wanna hug?” I ask gently, holding my arms out. He looks up at me, nods and comes in for the hug. I wrap my arms around his back and I feel his shaky arms wrap around mine. He lays his head on my shoulder, face facing away from me. I stroke his back calmly as I lay my head against his.

“Hey, um, if you need a chance to let your emotions out, you can talk to me.”

“A-Alright…”

“So what was all that earlier?”

“Oh, I j-just got panicky over what happened and my mind decided to make it worse by giving me horrible thoughts.”

“Oh.”

“Yup…”

I continue to stroke his back. A thought came to mind.

“By the way, this isn't weird, is it? It’s a little late to ask, but I have friends who aren't really touchy-feely people and sometimes I gotta ask.”

“N-No! Not at all! I-It’s k-kinda nice, actually…”

“Gotcha.”

We remain in this position for several minutes. I hear him breathe quietly on my shoulder, implying he’s at peace. Eventually, we’re going to have to sleep. I tap his back to get his attention.

“You wanna try and get some sleep?” I yawn.

“Good idea.” He agrees as we get up from the floor and crawled into bed.

The rain continues to fall outside as it slides off the red terracotta tiles into the streets. That is the only noise in an otherwise quiet environment. Zero and I are sharing a bed with our backs facing each other. Zero is facing the wall and I'm facing the room and everything in it. We haven't said a word since the almost mental breakdown Zero had after reading the letter.

It was a couple of minutes before Zero made a sound.

“Psssst...y-you awake?”

“Yeah?”

“T-Thank you for being p-patient with me.”

“No problem.”

“S-Sorry for waking y-you up, just wanted to tell y-you that.”

“That’s alright.”

We finally slip to sleep as the rain begins to let up.

--------The next morning--------

The sun shone brightly in the window next to us. I blink awake to see the room become more lively with the colors now more visible than last night. I sit up in bed and wait a moment to be used to being awake. I turn next to me to see Zero still sleeping next to me with half of his face in the pillow. I smile and stumble out of bed to grab my galaxy coat. On the dresser, I find a tan satchel with a silver buckle and a small pin that depicts a rose with green leaves lined with gold. I open the satchel and find my sketchbook, a black paintbrush-looking wand with gold and silver lining, a white scarf, and a glass bottle that contains a mercury-like substance. The bed creaks behind me as I hear Zero sit up.

“Mornin’, sleeping beauty.”

“Good morning! What’s that?” Zero asks as he climbs out of bed and walks over to where I am by the dresser. He sees the items in the satchel and takes out the scarf.

“The scarf’s soft.”

“Yeah. I’m kinda curious as to what’s downstairs.”

“R-Right!”

After making an attempt to make the bed and putting our shoes on, I grab the satchel and swing it on me as I lead Zero down the hall and down the stairs into main room, which is the restaurant. Alena is helping another woman wipe down tables. Alena's father Santiago is wiping some glasses at the bar.

“¡Buenos días!”

“¡Hola!”

“Good sleep?”

“Yup!”

“Yes sir!”

“There's some churros on the edge of the bar if you want them!” Elena reminds us as she points to the plate. She puts the rag down and skips to the edge of the bar to grab the plate and set it on the table right behind her. Santiago joins us at the table to sit next to her daughter and the unnamed woman that was helping Alena earlier joins us at the table on the edge.

“This is mi hermana, Beatriz.”

Zero and I recognize the woman as the one who greeted us last night. The churro is still warm as they were made this morning. I take a stick and split it with Zero. I chose to dip mine in chocolate and enjoyed the sugary taste. Zero hummed in agreement as he happily chews on his churro stick.

“These are amazing!” Zero chimed in.

“Thank you!”

“Try dipping it in chocolate! It’s just as good!” Alena encourages him.

Zero does as Elena suggests and finds her idea to be a good one. We continue to eat the rest of the churros on the plate as the sun shines through the curtain. Outside, there are people walking around and there is the sound of hubbub in the streets. It is somewhat peaceful.

Peaceful, until we heard a BOOM sound like a bomb going off.

“SANTIAGO!” A man’s yell makes Zero jump in his seat and the rest of us brace ourselves. We all face the curtain as it is lifted by a young man who appears as though he has been running all over town, which he has. Santiago jumps from his chair and rushes over to the young man. The two begin to have a hushed conversation in full Spanish and their quick speaking makes it difficult for me to translate.

“I hope it’s nothing serious.” Beatriz chimes, worriedly.

I notice there are people running together toward something outside. I get up from the table along with the others and we follow Santiago outside. In the street, we follow the crowd down the street to an apartment complex where the front side facing the street is in crumbling ruins like something attacked the front. There is rubble of bricks and dust in enormous piles and the inside of the apartment complex looks like a tornado ran through. The noise of the crowd has mixed emotions, some confused, some shocked.

“Oh my God, what happened!?” Zero cried.

“Something attacked the front! Look at it!”

There are men scrambling to the rubble for looking for anyone who may have fallen victim and are buried. They toss away brick and stone away without so much as a hesitation. Zero makes a face that he sees something.

“Zero?” I turn to him.

“I see a hand!” He cries, pointing out.

“Where!?”

“Right there! Underneath that beam!”

The people around us notice Zero’s reaction, too and start to see where he is pointing at. They then direct the men to what Zero is talking about and work as a team to haul off the heavy steel beam. The men then proceed again to take out the rubble until the battered form of an older woman can be seen. Her skin is wrecked with cuts and bruises, and her body and hair are covered in dust. She coughs weakly as two men carry her out. Just as the men clear the scene, a woman screams in the crowd, pointing to the top floor of the complex, and we witness a ghastly sight to behold:

A solid-black ghostly being, four feet tall with blood-red half-circles for eyes, a Cheshire Cat-like grin, and scythe-blade hands stands on the edge of the building. There is a dark aura around this demon and his little giggle implies insanity as its sound is a creepy high pitch. It sways back and forth, staring at us down from above like it’s contemplating to jump off the building. The demon continues this act for several minutes, all the while the atmosphere becoming uneasy by the second. The demon then lets out an ear-splitting shriek of a laugh before jumping off and diving down unexpectedly right in front of the crowd. It lands with a rumble as it straightens up to greet us all much more in person. It then continues to giggle like a maniac in an insane asylum like the demonic abomination that it is.

No one in the crowd dares to move a muscle; we all stand too scared to move. One by one, more demons begin to pop up, some on top of buildings, others standing on the rubble and even some levitating off the ground. Counting, there are at least twenty of them in various places acting just like the first one: staring with their bloody eyes and their maniacal laughing that increase the creepy factor of the situation.

I look over at Zero and his entire body is pale.

“What are these things?”

“A-A-Airika...t-these are t-t-the Nightmare Spirits.

#Sorry again for the delay!#life sorta took over #anyway the fifth and sixth chapters are up for the time being #happy reading #Starchild #Dream Maker #my writing #sixth chapter

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