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Here is a Silco mini drabble cuz I have NO fics of him made, like, why?

“And where do you think you’re going?”, Silco’s voice is deep but stern as he closes the door you were just about to walk out of, seeing his hand was above your head. You can’t help but feel butterflies. “Nowhere…”, Was the only word that slipped out of your mouth. Silco smiles his cunning smile. He knew the ways to get you riled up, it wasn’t his first time. He steps closer to you. “What’s the real reason, dove?”, You smile faintly. “Where I’m going is a surprise…you’ll have to wait…”, Silco matches your faint smile. “Mmm…I see…”, He lowers himself close to your face, as you can feel his hot breath. “…I think I already know what that ‘surprise’ is…”, You were just about to answer him when he leans in just enough to capture your lips with his own. But it was short lived as he pulls away, his tongue lightly going over your lip, as if he was extending the taste of you. Your butterflies ramp up slightly. “Guess I’ll have to stay…?”, Silco chuckles lightly at your words. “I would appreciate that…my dove…”, You smile, feeling his fingers gently go over your cheek as you lean in to kiss him fully, in which he kisses you back, knowing full well he has you and all you to himself.

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Here is a Random Michael Langdon mini drabble that popped into head...I think I'll title this one:

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In The Sanctuary

Rating: PG for...fluff and brief sensuality!

(VERY SHORT!)

“She’s ready for you Mister Langdon…” “Let her in…”, Michael’s voice echoes in the room of his office as he beckons for his follower to let you in. As you do, you instantly see him sitting at his desk, some files lay in front of him. He looks up to see you, smiling his signature smile. “Hey…”, He greets you. You match his smile. “Hey…I um…wanted to ask you of something…”, Michael turns serious as he stands, walking over to stand in front of you, leaning against the edge of his desk. “Alright…what is it?”, You step closer to him, taking a breath. “I just want to know…why’d you pick me?”, Michael chuckles faintly. “What do you think?”, You sigh at his response. “Because…I’m valuable?”, Michael steps closer to you, resting a hand on your cheek. “Because you’re different from the others…you’re unique…more unique than you’ll ever know…”, You can’t help but smile at his words, watching as he slowly leans into you, feeling his hot breath hit your lips as you flutter your eyes close, anticipating Michael’s lips on yours.  Upon feeling his lips, you can feel your butterflies flutter inside your stomach as you kiss him back, feeling him deepen it in an instant. You can hear him moan softly into the kiss as you moan back, wrapping your arms around his neck to embrace him, feeling his arms instantly wrap around your waist in return. His tongue comes into play, swirling around yours as you moan more loudly in response. After a moment, he pulls away, resting his forehead against yours as he catches his breath. You chuckle breathlessly. “Guess I’m staying for a while…”, Michael chuckles breathlessly as well. “I would be happy if you would…”, You could only nod. “Then I would love to stay…”, Michael smiles, leaning away as he leans to your forehead for a quick kiss. “I’m hosting a little dinner party if you want to join…”, You smile back at him. “Cool…fancy or casual?”, Michael can’t help but chuckle. “Fancy…if you mind…”, You give him a curt nod. “Alright…I’ll go put on my best then…”, Michael watches you as you leave his office, hoping you will be there on time and wow the others who are there in the Sanctuary. And you can’t help but feel like you belonged there…with Michael…helping him run the Sanctuary for the years to come.

Made this little short of Michael Langdon from a comment one of my moots, @langdonss, said to me…

Prompt, in quote: “He’ll share his bread with you”

(Using my OC name)

(First Person)

Entering this dining room, I find a short blonde haired man sitting at a table, looking disheveled but was eating away on this stew and some bread. His eyes were red from crying. I can tell he needed company. And I needed his company too. I slowly walk over, sitting myself in a chair across from him. His eyes met mine, noticing my weariness and the sadness in my eyes. I’m guessing he could tell I was in a depressive state. He takes a piece of his bread, handing that piece to me. I look to it, knowing he was offering me some type of comfort as I take it from him. “Thanks…”, I mutter to him, as he only responded with a faint smile and nod. Eating on my bread, he eats on his bread too, eating more of his stew before he speaks. “You won’t starve…you won’t be alone…not on my watch…”, Those comforting words reached my soul somehow as I smile a faint pained smile. “So…you’ll help me?”, He nods. “We’ll both help each other…”, He settles his utensil down, holding out his hand. “I’m Michael…”, I could already feel my spirits being lifted as I reach for his hand to take it. “Lydia…”.

((what happens after the camera stops rolling))

Fives pauses before he leaves the room again.

"Think about it, Rex," he shakes his head, and a ghost of a bitter smile crosses his face. "The only number she knows is yours. Yours, Rex. Why would she memorize it, if you didn't matter to her above all the others?"

Rex is rendered silent, and not simply because he can't combat the truth of what Fives is saying...

...He knows good and well who is waiting for him on the other end of the galaxy-- the one who spends her days vehemently lobbying to only ever address him and his brothers by name, and yet who bothered to memorize his CT number by heart anyway because it matters to them. All of them. It's the one thing that's theirs.

"We matter." Fives checked the hall ahead of him. "Each of us. Or else they wouldn't have put this fire in our chests to keep going. To do the right thing... You've always made that clear to us, Cap."

And when Fives flipped the lid to his bucket, he caught sight of the ARC pauldrons set on his shoulders in his peripherals,

"You made it clear to me."

Rex watched Fives leave. He didn't bother to keep him back to put his head on straight, get that temper in check... because it wasn't misplaced. It was righteous, a fair fury. Fives had it together-- always has, when it came down to it.

.. It's why Rex made him an ARC in the first place. He just hoped that fire didn't get him killed...

his hair's the exact same shade of pink as his lips. Pantone 15-1922 Geranium pink, or is it 15-1624 Conch shell?

she holds both squares of color on either side of him to compare. no man-made beauty or rendition of it could ever do him justice. she can't capture his essence in oil pastels on canvas, or film reels, or clay sculptures, but she tries with urgency nonetheless. something about the impermanence of all that you love and the prospect of eternalizing them in art, or dying trying to.

PARK JIMIN ↳ memories of 2017

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words of affirmation [jungkook x reader]

drabble count: 4

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summary: You always thought you weren't enough, insecurity getting the best of you. Yet, all Jungkook wants to do is leave you in his embrace-so that it's you and him against the world.

pairing: jungkook x reader

chapter tags/warnings: angst, self-depricating thoughts, fluff

a/n: hello hello! welcome to my second jungkook drabble, though this is a little shorter than others. i love writing drabbles based on prompts, so if you want one, please don't hesitate to ask/submit on my page. thanks so much for reading! you can also buy me a ko-fi <3

Jungkook despises families. Correction: yours. Not his. No, his family is nice and pleasant, the atmosphere always filled with laughter and teasing. It’s yours he hated.

Your parents barely even sees you as a human being—more like a bank account—pouring their love onto your brother instead of you. The constant criticism your mother spat through the phone, loud enough that even he overheard it on several occasion, are words that you shouldn’t say to anyone, much less you. Every time he sees your mother calling, he wants to rip the phone away from you, and tuck you in his embrace. But he restrains himself. Barely. 

Like now. 

“Why don’t you give money to your brother? Do you not even care for him?” Your mother says, and he balls his hands into fists, chin on your shoulder as he eavesdrops. 

“I give money to you for you to give it to him,” you say quietly. “And frankly, it’s money I earned.”

“Your brother wants—”

“I’m not his mother. I’ve always asked for something, and you loved telling me no. Why can’t it be the same for him?”

Both of you know the answer: because he’s a boy. Jungkook’s heart aches for you when you wince at the string of curses your mother yells at you, along with the You’re so ungrateful, and the Why did I even raise you if you’re going to be this way. He also knows that in a few seconds, your mother will amend it with a I’m just worried about you, and you’ll reluctantly give her your money, holding back your tears. 

He doesn’t need to visit the family to see the dynamic. It’s evident in the way that every time he tries to buy you something or give you a gift, you shake your head and soon—reluctantly—accept it. Sometimes, you’d stare at a dress or a desktop, scrolling through and waiting for the prices to go down. 

Your mother didn’t give you anything. And you learned not to ask, thinking it would overstep people’s boundaries. 

The more she talks, the more your face falls, and he can’t take it anymore. Without hesitance, he presses the red button that’ll end the call and buries his face in the crook of your neck, pulling you forward so that you’re sitting on his lap. 

“She's going to give you hell for that,” you whisper.

“Don’t care. I have no intentions of meeting her, anyways.” He brushes a hair from your eyes. “I don’t want to meet someone who treats you like crap—when you’re the furthest thing away from it.”

It’s also clear that you’re not used to compliments, because you press your lips together and your eyes well with tears. 

“Oh, baby,” he croons, and you release a sob, slapping your hand over your mouth. The tears betray the composure you’re struggling to maintain, streaming down your cheeks. Jungkook places his mouth on your forehead. It’s like someone’s choking him, making him unable to breathe. The hurt you experience every time a member of your family calls drives him insane, knowing that he’s helpless and can’t fix the issue. 

Fuck. Can’t they see that you’re struggling to even love yourself? They should be praising you, except they’re doing the exact opposite. 

“I love you,” he whispers. “You’re my favorite person in the world, you know that?”

“You don’t need to say that, Jungkook,” you choke out. “I’m okay.”

“No, you’re not.” The words are harsh. “And you shouldn’t be, with how they’re treating you. But you have to know that you’re better than that—than them. You deserve all the love I have in the world. You’re smart. You’re worth it. You’re mine. I love waking up and knowing that I’m yours, knowing that I get to spend quality time with you—”

And he falters, watching the disbelief on your face. Jungkook’s lips grazes yours.

“Everything about you is perfect, baby. Don’t ever doubt yourself.”

“I wish—” You swallow. “I wish I knew you earlier.”

In high school, you’re talking about.  He wishes he did, too. Going back in time and giving you confidence and loving you before any assholes did would be the perfect fix. Though neither of you can turn back time, he murmurs his agreement.

“I love you. Now and forever.”

“Forever,” you echo, a small smile on your lips. The tears are still falling, and he understands that you’re overwhelmed. 

And as you snuggle with him, he’s honored that you can be this comfortable with him to show your vulnerable side. Grateful that he’s the one taking care of you, instead of someone else. Blessed, to call you his. 

A Collection of Hate (Love) Letters [Jeon Jungkook]

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Dear

Jungkook ah

Jeon Jungkook.

I hate you.

Don’t come see me. Ever. Or I’ll throw salt at you and a bucket of cold water—the bucket included. 

(Ignore the pen scribbles, they're not meant to be terms of endearment for you).

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the first letter

real quick note - this is a highschool/college au, so Jungkook will be around that age! thanks for reading xx

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literally this will be so scattered lmao

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[7 months ago] - christmas

You're still not answering my last... what, trillion letters?

I slept on a chair. You told me not to sleep on couches because it's bad for my back. But guess what, I one-downed it, didn't I?

I see you rolling your eyes.

Ugh. That's not even a word. Sorry my Korean sucks-it's deteriorating the more I'm around Hyeri.

Remember when you held my hand?

Nevermind. That's irrelevant.

It just... it sucks having the role of the "mood lifter." Am I supposed to smile all the time?

Do the corner of your eyes still crinkle when you smile?

Sorry, context, yeah.

Halabuji's in the hospital. They say he has cancer. I'm in the corner typing this out so I can write it later, because the first person I thought of is you. I'm rambling. Nothing I say makes sense.

Nobody's looking for me because I'm not the favorite.

Halabuji's the centripetal force in our family.

If you can't tell, I'm getting desperate.

Fuck. Now I'm crying again.

(Ignore most of what I'm saying, I didn't write it, I promise. Not drunk though. Underage drinking. Hahahahah).

(I'll stop.)

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softdom!ari levinson x naive!reader | kinktober 2022 summary | you're overstimulated

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CONT.

“Daddy! Please!” You grip his bare shoulders, squeezing your eyes shut. 

“But you’re doing so well, princess,” the man in front of you says, one hand on your back as he thrusts up into you. You whimper at the sensation of being so full, stretched. Ari’s big—too big, in fact, and you were crying when you slipped his cock into you. 

The stretch is too much, and you fall onto him when he slaps your ass.

“Come on, you can take it, baby.” You can make Daddy proud. Hoping to not disappoint him, you move your hips. But it’s hard, with Ari usually moving for the two of you. You can’t think, your thighs are quaking, and you’re so sensitive, that even the slightest shift causes you to clench around him. 

Except, Ari wants that fourth orgasm. He’s eaten you out and fingered you, and now he wants you to milk his cock. 

He thrusts up again, and you moan, unable to form a coherent sentence. When he slips his thumb in your mouth, you peer up at him and suckle it. 

“Fuck. Baby.” Another grunt. Another thrust. Another slap. “You’re adorable like this, naked and pliant. For me.” 

Ari can imagine the ring on your finger—the ring he’ll give you in a few days. You’re practically his wife already—but at least the ring will give him an excuse to permanently move you in here. An excuse to tie you to the bed and have his way with you for days, fucking you until you’re limping, until every shift causes his come to spill out from your cunt. 

Yes. He can imagine it, alright. 

And he wasn’t one to daydream—no, he’d make his dream become a reality. 

honestly have so many drabbles of this au that idek where to start but hopefully once it's coherent <3333

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Also thank you so much for indulging everyone’s thoughts on this angsty as hell au. you’re an absolutely brilliant writer and what’s awesome about your amazing work and talent is that apparently it attracts other really great writers that you inspire which just means lots and lots more reading for me so thank you from the bottom of my heart 💗

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daddy!ari levinson x naive!reader | kinktober 2022 summary | your friend matches you for an odd arrangement.

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notes | part 1? idek if i should continue this but i want to hehe.

warnings | size kink, breeding kink, dd/lg, dom/soft ari

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CONT.

A sugar Daddy? You asked a week ago, the whole thought laughable when your friend brought it up for you. Both because you thought the concept didn’t exist, and because who would want to take care of you? You’re so used to cleaning up for other people that you couldn’t remember the last time someone made time for you. Except she frowned at you and explained that it was more than that, and to walk in with an open mind. 

She didn’t explain that the man would be intimidating. And handsome. Very, very, handsome, his rugged look accentuated by his beard and wide posture. He’s also probably over a decade older than you, though he doesn’t look the part. Even the waitresses are entranced by him, and you can’t blame them. You glance around the restaurant he chose—you’re pretty sure it’s above your bank account—hoping for other customers to walk in. Was the talk of a queue all a myth?

You hear him call your name—Ari, that is—and can’t help but peek up from taking a sip of water. Frankly, you don’t have the guts to meet him head on. And Ari loves that about you. Your natural submissiveness, the way you fidget with your fingers, the way you’re looking up at him with stars in your eyes. You have no idea who he is, but fuck, does he know everything about you.

Every. Little. Thing. 

Hiring an investigator does wonders to satiate one’s curiosity, usually. 

“What do you want to eat?” His tone is gentle, coaxing. He needs to bring you out of this shyness, have you become comfortable with him enough to initiate physical contact first. And so that you could perch on his lap as he feeds you.

Cockwarming is another subject—if one more waiter tests his control he’ll just shove his cock in your virgin hole and have your cunt milking him while you eat, though he doubts you can multitask. He’s sure that in moments, you’ll go dumb on his cock. Not that he’ll mind. Ari wants nothing more than to take care of every single need of yours. 

“Whatever you want,” you blurt, glancing at the menu and trying not to wince at the prices once again. “Maybe I’ll get the salad?”

In your defense, it’s the cheapest on the menu. The fact that you don’t come from a family where you can afford to eat at a Michelin star restaurant is probably laughable to this man. This wall-street, billionaire. It’s hard to ignore the designer labels on his suit, and compare it to your target t-shirt and thrifted jeans, both articles of clothing something you were proud about. You recall your jaw dropping when your friend pulled up his networth, bragging about how she managed to hook you up with him. 

Connections. Imagine having that. 

Ari clears his throat, and you startle, head snapping up. 

“There we go,” he murmurs. “I’ve been trying to get you to look at me since we introduced ourselves.” 

The playfulness and edge in his tone causes your cheeks to flush, and you mumble an apology. 

“Mhm. I’ll be paying tonight, so feel free to order whatever you want.”

“Oh, no—” Your eyes widen. “I couldn’t possibly impose you like that.”

“Alright.” The smirk catches you off-guard, too. He motions the waiter over, and you clench your fists. God, you hated ordering. Half the time, the employees would dismiss your order, often getting it wrong. Or they’d treat you like dirt, forcing you to pipe up and defend yourself.

Not that you do a very good job. 99% of the time you just left humiliated or with an apology—when it should be the other way around. 

Ask for a salad. A salad. It’s literally two words! What could go wrong. 

“What would you like?” 

Ari motions for you to go first, and that’s when you feel it: your shoulders stiffen first, and you open your mouth for nothing to come out. Oh God. You’ve rehearsed this line nearly a thousand times in the short few minutes, yet why couldn’t you say anything? Panicked, you fumble for the menu to point at what you want. 

“I got it, baby,” Ari chimes in, laying a hand over yours as he orders for the two of you. In one smooth move, he entwines your fingers together, his thumb leaving soft, circular strokes of comfort. 

This is most embarrassing night of your life, but you can’t even protest that you can do it yourself. The immediate reaction is relief that he’s capable of taking care of you, and that he didn’t bat an eye when you couldn’t do such a simple act. You’re in your own little world that you barely catch what Ari orders—an expensive meal, one with lobster and high-quality meat. 

You nearly squeak out a protest, but his stare tones you down. 

Perfect, Ari thinks. He’s already on edge, obsessed with the image of you going dumb on his cock. Since your friend showed him a picture, he’s been hooked on your innocent smile and soft gestures. How your lips would part so that his thumb could slip in, how you’d lean against him because you don’t have the stamina like he does. Fuck, this arrangement definitely should be solidified by the end of the night. He doesn’t even care what label that you want to put on it—as long as you’re going to be his. 

 “Do you have any questions for me, baby?” 

The endearment catches you off guard, those owlish eyes peering up at him for direction. You have so many, but opted out of writing a list. Once you spiral, you often couldn’t stop.

But the most prominent is: “Do I call you Daddy?”

The quick internet search you did made your gut clench with… want. The ferocity of your desire to have someone dominate you, praise you, and guide you was, frankly, shocking. In fact, the whole topic still sounds taboo to you, something that shouldn’t be discussed in the middle of the restaurant. 

The man in front of you leans in, tone deepening. “What do you think, baby?” 

“Yes?” Your mouth is dry, palms sweaty. 

“You want to try it out for me?” Ari has no doubt that you’re already getting wet from the encouragement in his tone. You’ve been on the edge of arousal and curiosity for the past half hour or so, with how much you were squirming and avoiding his gaze. 

Cheeks flushed, you whisper, “Okay, Daddy.” 

It sounds right. 

we love a good dark slowburn lmaoooo

softdom!ari levinson x naive!reader | kinktober 2022 summary | ari wants nothing more than to make you completely his.

always wanted to do at least a drabble for kinktober haha. isn't really explicit, but you get to see dom ari peeking through + naive reader interaction in college!

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CONT.

It’s adorable, how you always try to take charge. Except the moment Ari would say something, murmur at you to sit down, you would, innocent eyes peering up at him, asking to be rewarded. 

And you were so small, like a baby. A dumb baby, one who annoyed him to no end. He wanted to fuck you until you cried, thrust into you until he saw the outline of his cock from your stomach, have you begging for his dick—for him—to breed you, fuck you, touch you, for days. 

He learned over, to the side twirling a piece of your hair. Beside him, you stiffened, eyes moving away from the professor. Once you realized it was him, your shoulders relaxed, and you sent him a wide smile. One that remained oblivious to his dark thoughts completely. It took him months to make you feel comfortable towards him, to get you to open up so that he could trap you in his web. 

A few more months and maybe he’ll knock you up. He could do it right now, even, if you still weren’t so skittish sometimes. So stupidly bent on getting your degree, when you could let him do all the work. After all, it was only a couple more months until he inherited his father’s company. With the fortune that came with it, all you needed to be was a proper housewife. A mother, and a perfect one you’d be. 

Ari moved to kiss the side of your neck when you attempted to focus again. A hand came to rest on your hip when he sucked on a certain spot, and you squirmed at the contact. 

“Ari… people are watching,” you whisper. Like that’s ever stopped him. If anything, he creates another mark on his blank canvas. 

“Mhm, pay attention to the lecture, baby.” 

He bet you can’t, wiggling in your chair because of how wet you were. You didn’t even understand how your body worked—so naive, you didn’t have the slightest clue. But he knew that you missed sitting on his lap, bouncing on his thigh and sucking on his thumb like a pliant baby. You depended on him for everything: and he would make it stay that way. 

“What do you want for dinner tonight, love?” 

Your lips turned in a frown at the question. “But you always choose,” you said back, searching his eyes for something wrong. Nothing, except for his cock straining to fuck you and his hooded eyes. 

Satisfaction spread through his chest, along with possessiveness. 

“That’s right,” he whispered in your ear, shifting your hair so the rest of the class could see his mark on you. You had no idea how insane you made him, how he turned feral around you. “Because you can’t do anything without me, can you?” 

daddy!ari levinson x baby!reader | kinktober 2022 summary | you try not to get caught when cockwarming ari.

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CONT.

“I—oh!” You startle when Ari thrusts his hips up to yours. How his dick is still hard inside of you, you can’t grasp. Instead, you’re reduced to a blabbering, silent mess when you grab his biceps in an attempt to pull yourself together. 

“You’ve been sleeping on me, sweetheart.” The man says gruffly, kissing up your neck. He whispers in your ear, “Didn’t I tell you to pay attention to Daddy?”

He loves that you’ve been cockwarming him the last hour, a blanket draped over the two of you. No one—not Bucky, not Sam, not any of his friends that he invited—knew what he was up to. No one got to hear the small gasp escape you when he pushed your panties to the side and slid himself in to the hilt. The stretch burned because you’re still a little baby, still adjusting to Daddy’s big dick.

And fuck if Ari doesn’t love that you can’t take him. Every resistance gives him that adrenaline rush, every inch of him that your cunt takes a feeling of victory.

He’s been sitting with a smug smirk for an hour—he knows that much. And that your pussy has been squeezing him, desperate for his cum. 

So when you drifted off the last hour, sucking on his thumb, his heart filled with warmth. Widened to leave a space for you and no one else. Got him so hard he wondered if you’d take his cum mindlessly in your sleep. 

Ari pushes his hips upwards while shoving yours towards him, diving deeper into you. You grab at the back of his hair, whimpering into his skin. Sinking into him. 

“Just stay like that, baby. Let Daddy do all the work, hm?” 

“But—” Your eyes steal a glance at the men on the other side, and he sneaks in to pinch your clit. The immediate aftershocks have you squeaking and bucking your hips into him once more. 

None of the men move from their spots—good. He’d probably have to kill them if they got a glimpse of the desire in your eyes and parted lips.

“I thought you liked it when Daddy filled you up. When he pressed your little button.” 

Ari relishes in your thighs trembling, in your head shaking as you try to get it together. Another press against your button, this time it’s timed with a deliberate thrust that no doubt leaves an outline on your stomach. 

“Come on baby—just give Daddy what he wants.”

Hetaween 2019 Day 1 Crossover

Just as the tip of the feather touched upon the books’ page, Francis hesitated to sign his name into the book in front of him. If he actually went through with this, he would have to leave everything he knew behind. Abandon his old life, including Arthur. The boy a year below him at school who, for all of his vicious temper and habit of pushing people away, needed someone to look after him.

Francis dropped the feather and turned around to run away from the coven, towards his petit lapin.

Hetaween 2019 Day 2 Mystic creatures

Maddie stared at the creature with an open mouth. It strange movements too close to that of a human to be mistaken for any kind of animal, she might have to apologise to her brother for not believing him about bigfoot before.

Still, it was entirely possible that Alfred was using state of the art technology from his government to prank her. If she ever found out that was what is happening now right before her eyes, she would superglue a monkey mask to his face while he was asleep.

Hetaween 2019 Day 3 End of the World

Gilbert ran his fingers through Lutz’s hair. Hearing the sound of his baby brother’s soft breathing during sleep and being able to feel him, were the only sensations left to ensure Ludwig was unharmed and besides him.

While it might scare his younger brother to wake up in complete darkness, he still felt happy the young blond had not been awake to see the last light in their shelter flicker and then disappear.

Hetaween 2019 Day 6 Halloween items (pumpkins)

There had been a spot of earth by the pumpkin field that seemed off, Alfred was sure of it. Most of the other nations celebrating Halloween with him had been too busy partying to take his feeling of unease into consideration, except for Gilbert and he agreed to accompany Alfie when he went to check in on this anomaly.

As he began to dig between the pumpkins, the man who had once trained him and helped him during his struggle for independence stood by his side.

When his shovel had hit something hard, only a rather large stone as it turned out, he has screamed louder than he wanted to admit and the sound of “kesesesese..” had lasted longer than he wanted to remember.

He never did find out the reason the earth had been disturbed.

Hetaween 2019 Day 7 Bloody Halloween

“You’re such an idiot, why did you try to carve such a complicated design into the pumpkin anyway?” The man asked, his French accent heavy while he bandaged his friend’s bloody hand.

The other blond looked away from the wound on his hand, softly mumbled. “America is coming over to celebrate Halloween at my house this year, and he always makes such a big deal of this holiday.”

The Frenchman sighed as he finished bandaging the shallow wound and said, “I did not know you still cared this much.

Hetaween 2019 Day 8 Psychological

“Artie!” Alfred had cried over the phone and that had been enough to make Arthur tell him that he would be with him as soon as possible. Arthur charted a private jet and hoped the pond as fast as he could.

Entering the American’s home with the key he had given him, he quickly found him sitting on the couch and hiding behind the pillow he held tightly in his arms.

Normally he would not sit down besides his brother and wrap an arm around his shoulders to reassure Alfred everything was alright, that it was only a movie.

Normally Arthur would be angry for the waste of his time, but it was Halloween and Arthur had already known this would happen and that he did not need to fly over to protect the younger man from his movies.

Hetaween 2019 Day 9 Dolls

He had only meant to give his dear Lily a present she would love.

How could he have known the beautiful, but lifelike doll would scare Liesl so much that she was no longer comfortable in her own room and preferred to sleep in her brother’s bedroom.

The doll would be gone tomorrow, before she was even awake, and replaced with a gift that would make his little sister happy instead of frightened.