It’s my first Munday back on this blog, so have some totally awkward selfies of me in various states of Belle cosplay???
Top left: last minute village Belle thrown together for office Halloween party
Top right: one of only 5 photos in existence (and the only flattering one) of library Belle from this year’s D23
Bottom: makeup/wig test for ballgown Belle
Accidentally punching your new neighbor
isn’t the best way to introduce yourself.
Fluff. Neighbors AU. 1,633 words.
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You can be
very jumpy sometimes.
during a paintball fight, Eunbi tried to ambush you and ran straight towards
you screaming. In your panic, you threw the paintball gun at her, and she
narrowly avoided a trip to the hospital for a broken nose. It’s safe to say, Eunbi
makes sure to stay a good distance away from you from then on. Actually, all your
friends make sure not to scare you now.
After so many
jump scares, screams, and horror movies later at your friends’ home, you find
yourself bidding them goodbye and walking back to your own apartment. You’re
not sure why you thought it was a good idea to take a stroll back to your place
alone, but after scaring yourself half to death with your own imagination that
warped shadows into dark entities and monstrous creatures, you run the rest of
the way back.
So far, you’ve
made it home safely, thank goodness. Standing in front of your apartment door,
you search through your purse for your keys, furrowing your eyebrows when you
don’t hear the familiar jingle. But suddenly, there’s a small shuffling noise
behind you, and you freeze up. You feel someone creeping up behind you.
Petrified, millions of different scenarios race through your mind, each one
more terrifying than the next. What if it’s a murderer? What if they’re trying
to kidnap you? Oh god, what if it’s that ghost girl from the horror movie? You
frantically try to find your keys now, digging through all your pockets as
feel their hand on your shoulder.
instinct is to scream. Your second is to wildly punch them in the face.
“Fuck! What was that for?!”
That was definitely a real, breathing human being, and not a ghost.
“Daddy?” The words are out of my
mouth before I can stop them. Jiho looks at me, concern written all over his
face. I don’t let him pull me away from the balcony, I need to see them, I need
to remind myself why I don’t need them, that I don’t want them. Baekhyun is
standing in the middle of the dance floor in front of the poor victim tied to
the chair. He has a bright red metal bat in his hands that match his new hair.
Even from here I can see his eyes out lined in kohl making him look sinful. I
forgot how beautiful he was.
“It has been awhile,” He muses with
a playful smirk on his face. “In case you don’t know, I am Baekhyun of EXO.
This is Yooseok, a married man with four children. He teaches at the local high
school and also tutors in his free time. But what most people do not know about
him is that he has a horrible gambling problem, which has wracked him up a lot
of debt. So to compensate for all the money he lost he decided to volunteer to
be our guest for tonight.”
Baekhyun tears of the piece of tape
covering the man’s mouth, “Help me! Please help me!” The man screams.
“Does anyone here want to help
him?” He scans the crowd, pouting when no one answers him, “No one want to step
in and save this man and take his place?” He snickers, “What a shame, sorry
friend. How about I let you pick which leg I start with, will that make you
The man is in tears constantly
calling for help that no one would offer. Everyone is too afraid of not just
that seat but also EXO. From what I’ve heard they are the most ruthless when it
comes to torture, they are the group you don’t want to piss off. The man’s
screams get louder when Baekhyun raises the bat and brings it down to one of
this knees, the crunching of his bones echoes through the hall. I can’t hold
back my cringe yet at the same time I can’t get myself to look away.
“Please!” The man begs through his
“Oh you want another? Since you
asked so nicely who am I to deny such a request,” With that Baekhyun flips the
bat once in his hand before bring it down to his other knee, letting out the
same disgusting bone crushing sound as before.
“Baek-ah,” A familiar voice calls
coming out of the darkness into the spot light. “You can’t have all of the
fun,” Xiumin says with a chilling grin. My heart stops at the sight of him.
“Xiumin,” I let out breathlessly.
“You are too brutal to start so you
have to wait till the end,” Baekhyun whines.
“Does that mean I can go?” Kai
joins them with Sehun and Kyungsoo tailing him.
Baekhyun continues to pout but
nods, “I guess but be gentle, we don’t want him dying too early.”
Kai nods as he pulls out a hunting
knife, he looks to his hyungs, “Which finger should we start with first?”
Sehun cocks his head, deep in
thought, “I suggest the pinky finger first. But don’t forget to leave a few for
I watch in utter horror as Kai
easily cuts off the man’s fingers, blood splatters on his shirt as a deep
chuckle rumbles in his chest. The man is screaming bloody murder as his finger
is waved in his face, pure horror on his face. Sehun plucks the finger out of
his hyung’s hand and quickly shoves it into the man’s mouth.
“I’m tired of your screaming, stop
being a bitch,” Sehun snarls.
The man spits out the finger, “Why
are you doing this to me?”
“Because you volunteered of
course,” Baekhyun muses. “Plus,” His eyes scan the balcony until his eyes find
me. He gives me a chilling smile, “We want to show someone their future.” The
others follow his gaze to me, their expressions seem dumbstruck for a moment.
It’s as if it’s the first time they are seeing me, Jiho tries to pull me away
but my hands won’t release the railing. I can’t get myself to look away from
them until Chanyeol’s hearty laugh echoes through the hall.
“Why did all the fun stop?” He
“Our- my- my baby,” Sehun stammers
to the whole room.
“Sehun-ah,” Baekhyun snaps, “Focus
and remember what Suho hyung told us.” But the younger can’t seem to look away.
I break eye contact when Chanyeol moves towards the man. A sick feeling settles
in my stomach at the sight of the pliers in his hand. Images of my nightmare
from all those months ago, that is enough for my hands to release the railing
allowing Jiho to pull me out of their view. I cover my mouth with both of my
hands, the idea in my head that he will be coming after me with those.
“Calm down Joo,” Jiho whispers
softly holding me tight against his chest. He tries to muffle the sounds but I
can hear everything. I can hear them mocking the man as they shred him to
pieces, he is screaming as Chanyeol rips out his teeth one by one.
“I can’t be in here,” I stammer as
I push Jiho away and rush off to find the bathroom, hoping and praying that the
screams couldn’t reach there. I know Jiho is tailing me but I’m too focused to
care, I need to get away. I push open the heavy wooden door and slip inside
before bracing my body against it. The ivory marble room is silent and appears
to be empty, thank god. Sinking to the floor and let my head fall back as my
body relaxes, mostly. My hands are still trembling with fear and my heart is
racing in my chest. I close my eyes to take a few minutes to calm myself.
There is a knock on the door,
“Jooyoung-ah, are you okay?” It’s Jiho, just as I’m about to answer I open my
eyes to find a gun pointed at my fore head. What surprises me more is who is
holding it. Xiumin stares down at me with something a little more than hatred
burning in his eyes. My heart stops in this moment, how could he? How could he
raise a gun to my head after all he put me through? He crouches down to my
level and I can’t help but think of the first night we met.
“Tell him you are fine,” He
commands me in a whisper.
“I’m fine Jiho,” I mumble loud
enough for the other man to hear through the door.
“Tell him to give you some time.”
“I’ll be out soon, just give me a
Jiho sighs, “Of course, I’ll be out
here when you need me. This should only last a little longer than I’m getting
“Such a good girl,” Xiumin slurs,
obviously drunk. He drops down on to his butt, the gun still aimed at me. I
shrink into myself as he scoots closer, his legs on either side of me. His free
hand reaches out and caresses my cheek softly as if he’s afraid I’m going to
fade a way. I’m too afraid to fight back with the gun in his hand but at the
same time I don’t want to. For someone holding a gun he looks so vulnerable
right now. Pink, blood shot eyes scan every centimeter of my face as if he has
never seen me before. He smiles but I can see the sadness behind it, “You are
“What’s are you doing? You
shouldn’t be here,” I tell him in my strongest voice even though I don’t feel
any sort of strength left in me. All I really want to do is hug him and tell
him everything is going to be alright but I know I can’t. Not only for Jiyong
but for myself. I laid my love for all of them to rest when I full accepted
that they left me. I push his hand away.
He chuckles as he wipes his eyes,
trying his best to hide the tears I see streaking his cheeks, “That is what
everyone has been telling me yet here I am. I thought that I could stay away
but when I saw you in the balcony I had to see you up close.”
I set my shoulders back and raise
my chin, “You saw me, now put the gun down and leave.”
“No, no, no, no, we are not done.”
“What else do you have to say to
me?” I snap.
He is quiet for a moment as he just
stare at me, “My youngest brother told me saying sorry to you would make me
feel better. It would be therapeutic so that I could move on with my life and
not focus on that tragedy. So do you think I should say sorry? Do you think I
will feel better? Will the nightmares stop if I just say those two little words
to you? Will I be able to sleep through the night without reaching out for that
familiar warmth? Do you think my baby will be able to forgive me? Do you?”
I slap him. How dare he, how
fucking dare he ask me those questions. He can not disappear for a year and pop
asking such heart wrenching questions, how can I respond to any of those? I
push him away from me and manage to get to my feet. He is surprisingly quick
and pins me against the door. Looming over me, he makes me feel so small. His
hands are holding mine against the door but they slowly slide to my shoulders
then to my neck and for a brief moment I think he is going to kill me. I see my
life flash before my eyes and I find myself apologizing to Jiyong about all of
this. But that stops when his hands continue to cup my cheeks.
He kisses me. It’s just a soft peck
before he presses his lips to my fore head, his tears slide down his cheeks to
land upon mine. “I’m so sorry my Baby, I’m sorry,” He cries softly. Tears are
threatening to spill from my own eyes so I force myself to push him away and
leave without giving him another chance to trap me. I fling myself into Jiho’s
“Get me out of here!” I cry into
“What the hell happened in there?”
Jiho wonders hauling me into his arms princess style.
“Xiumin was there,” I mumble into
Jiho freezes, “Did he say anything
I shake my head, “He just kept
apologizing, he asked if I would forgive him but I didn’t even answer. I just
pushed him away and ran. Now can we get out of here before anymore of them
He nods, “I can find away out.”
“Are you sure you are okay?” Jiho
I nod, “I’m fine, thank you for
staying for awhile, I’m completely calmed down. You can go back to your life,
by that I obviously mean your bed.”
He chuckles and places a kiss on my
forehead, “Have a good night, if you need anything, you know where to find me.”
I nod and shoo him into the elevator. When he is gone I scan my eyes over the
empty apartment and I find myself missing Jiyong. I also think about Xiumin, do you think I should say sorry? Do you
think I will feel better? What a selfish man! Has he honestly not thought
about how him saying this stuff will affect me? I just wanted closure not this,
not a brand new mess I have to deal with. I want to yell at him , at all of
My phone buzzes on the couch and I
rush to answer it, “Hello?”
“Hello my love,” Jiyong purrs into
I smile, “How are you?”
“I am horrible, I miss you. I’m
tired of China already. I’m trying to come back as soon as possible.”
I chuckle, “And how is that working
out for you?”
“Horribly, these men can’t even
wipe their asses by themselves, how they managed to get this far in this world
is beyond me,” He huffs cutely.
“I’m sorry to hear that you aren’t
having any fun.”
“What about you? I heard you had an
I take a deep breath, “Xiumin
“WHAT?” He snarls into the phone.
“I pushed him away when it happened
and stormed off. I’m so sorry.”
He is silent for a moment, “I’m not
mad at you my love, it’s that bastard who dare touch you!”
“Could I look in their file?”
“You want to look into their file?”
Jiyong, as the boss of the Black
dragons, has a massive amount of information about every group out there
including EXO. He gathered all this information and neatly organized it into a
filing cabinet hidden behind on of the panels in his office. He gives me free
rain of his office and everything in it and I’ve never asked to look into
anyone’s file but I feel like this isn’t our usual situation.
“Of course,” He insists. “You know
you don’t have to ask for permission.”
“I know I just thought that you
might feel different about this.”
He chuckles, “My love every man I
have in those files is just a man, those men are just men, not competition,
I nod, “Of course, you have me 100
‘Good. I’ll be home soon, you feel
free to look in those files as much as you would like. I trust you.”
“Thank you oppa, you sleep tight,
I’ll see you soon. I love you.”
“I love you too.”
I close my eyes and press the phone
to my head for just a moment of piece before taking a deep breath and standing
up. I shuffle down the hall to our shared office and straight up to the golden
framed mirror near my desk. With my thumb I use the fingerprint scanner to open
the secret file room door. The mirror goes into reveal a small room with floor
to ceiling filing drawers. EXO isn’t hard to find considering they have their
own corner, all the branches of their organization are in these drawers, all
their higher ups, the middle men, the foot men, absolutely everything. I pop
open the middle drawer and stare down the twelve folders. My brow wrinkles in
confusion as I scan the labels, some familiar but other’s not so much.
Who the hell are these people? I
rip out the first name I that sounds familiar, Kim Jongin. Inside is a picture
of Kai glaring daggers back at me. Haneul’s voice rings in my ears, he tried to
kill himself. Him and the other two younger boys, which means Sehun and Tao, oh
my fucking god. I scramble to grab all twelve before rushing into the living
room and throwing them all on the floor. I grab the bottle of soju from my
desk, knowing I’m going to need something to give me the courage to do this.
After a few much needed shots I’m
not shaking anymore, I can convince myself to grab the file that is on top that
belongs to a Kim Minseok. I run over all their names in my head on who this
could be, his picture isn’t in the front though, dozens of pictures of
mutilated bodies fall on to the floor in front of me, revealing his bio in the
back. But I could already guess who it is.
Kim Minseok a.k.a Xiumin
March 26th, 1990
I’ve seen some horrifying things
this past year but this takes the cake, when I was living with them I knew he
wasn’t someone you wanted to get on the bad side of but this is worse than I
was imagining. I collect all the pictures together before closing it. This is
the first file and I already know more about them than I wanted to. His picture
is peeking out the top of his file, I can’t help but pluck it out when I see
his cat like eyes staring at me.
“Daddy,” I mumble the word fondly
as I stare down at his picture. My heart flutters for just a second before I
remind myself that I’m done with him and the others. I need to make it clear
for myself and for them.
And I know just the way to do it.
I hope this pulled at your heart
strings because I plan on making the next one rip them out. Don’t worry though,
no angst in my stories, well not really.
Marinette slammed open the classroom door and dramatically pointed at Chloe who was sitting quietly in her seat for once, answering her text messages and catching up on the homework she didn’t do last night. Chloe looked up in disinterest until she realized that it was Marinette issuing her a challenge. Chloe immediatley brushed her books onto Sabrina’s desk and slammed her hand down on the table. “You’re getting your ass kicked today, Dupain-Cheng.”
“Judges!” Marinette called as she dropped her bag off at her desk and went to stand in front of Chloe’s. “Front and center.”
Nino groaned and slumped in his chair. “Uggghhh, I don’t wanna do this. This has been going on for over a month.”
“Say what you want, this is hilarious,” Alya snickered. “Let’s hope it ends today.”
“Keep saying that, and you’ll jinx it,” Adrien warned.
Sabrina laughed when the three of them came over. “Alright, everyone. Rules have not changed. In the event of a tie, we’ll get a neutral party to split the vote. Agreed?”
Nino, Alya, and Adrien each held up a hand and swore. “Agreed.”
“Alright, Marinette,” Sabrina smiled. “You go first.”
Marinette slammed her hand on the table right next to Chloe’s. “Matte red polish. Ladybugs and roses for the nail art. Rhinestones on the accent nail.”
Chloe smirked. “Tri-color glitter-infused gradient with bumblee nail art on the accent nail.”
And it’s alright by me if you prefer being quiet
I’m quite content watching the lashes dance above your eyelids
It’s hard to take things in when you’re engulfed in endless noise
I’m overjoyed to see the beauty I was blind to when I still my voice
Do you think Tyrion knows that Aegon isn't who he says/thinks he is
Thanks for the question, Anon.
It’s pretty clear Tyrion thinks things don’t really add up re: Illyrio’s mission:
“Tell me,” Tyrion said as he drank, “why should a magister of Pentos give three figs who wears the crown in Westeros? Where is the gain for you in this venture, my lord?”
The fat man dabbed grease from his lips. “I am an old man, grown weary of this world and its treacheries. Is it so strange that I should wish to do some good before my days are done, to help a sweet young girl regain her birthright?”
Next you will be offering me a suit of magic armor and a palace in Valyria.
“I told you, my little friend, not all that a man does is done for gain. Believe as you wish, but even fat old fools like me have friends, and debts of affection to repay.”
Liar, thought Tyrion. There is something in this venture worth more to you than coin or castles.
And he even specifically wonders what Illyrio is doing with the Golden Company in this venture:
“I admire your powers of persuasion,” Tyrion told Illyrio. “How did you convince the Golden Company to take up the cause of our sweet queen when they have spent so much of their history fighting against the Targaryens?”
That, plus his musings on the Blackfyre line, set up Tyrion to be suspicious of Illyrio’s plots. Having Young Aegon be the son of Rhaegar and Elia doesn’t make any of this come together more sensibly. Why would Illyrio care personally about restoring the last Targaryen crown prince’s son to his birthright? What “debt of affection” could he owe to Young Aegon, or to Rhaegar’s shade? Why would the Golden Company be willing to fight for the would-be Aegon VI, who represents the line which again and again repulsed the Blackfyres from their supposed birthright? There’s something more going on, something even under this disguise, and if Tyrion has not totally puzzled it out, he has plenty of doubts before he even lays eyes on Aegon.
So even after Tyrion wins his wager with Haldon and gets Aegon’s cover story, I don’t think he believes it, certainly not totally. This may be why he taunts Young Aegon about his life seeming to be a perfect fairy tale:
“Aye.” Tyrion moved his elephants. “And when the pisswater prince was safely dead, the eunuch smuggled you across the narrow sea to his fat friend the cheesemonger, who hid you on a poleboat and found an exile lord willing to call himself your father. It does make for a splendid story, and the singers will make much of your escape once you take the Iron Throne[.]”
And why Tyrion makes this rueful comment after their game:
Young Griff jerked to his feet and kicked over the board. Cyvasse pieces flew in all directions, bouncing and rolling across the deck of the Shy Maid. “Pick those up,” the boy commanded.
He may well be a Targaryen after all.
Of course, I think whatever doubts Tyrion harbors about Aegon’s legitimacy, he’ll be sure to repeat them all with confidence when he takes his place as one of Daenerys’ advisers in TWOW. Tyrion wants to get home, for a variety of reasons, and if he doesn’t already know that Team Aegon has landed in Westeros, he can reasonably bet they’re not going to go through pains to get him back and bring him to Aegon’s court. Daenerys is his ticket home (with his head still on his shoulders, at least), and one of his most valuable assets in relation to Daenerys is providing her with information on Young Aegon and his crew. I fully believe Tyrion will confidently assure Daenerys that Aegon is a false pretender, and this information - combined with Daenerys’ own renewed belief in “fire and blood” and the prophetic warnings she’s received about the “mummer’s dragon” - will be all the more fuel to her push west to take the Iron Throne from this boy who would style himself her nephew.
lately and I’m sorry for that. A few things coming soon as far as my writing goes. (Though how soon is the real question, but these are the main things I’ve been working on when my muses have been cooperative.)
Oh! And to the Anony that ask me for Benlos ask meme headcanons! I’ll be working on those soon hun!
1. The Apple Falls - The Hevie psychological horror fic has a title! Oops…and that may or may not be a spoiler ;). I’m really hoping to have it done in time for Halloween but…the muses have been eh. So here’s hoping *crosses fingers*
2. Another little Harlos ficlet. Comedic and sweet really.
3. A sweet little Evie and Dizzy Auradon-based ficlet
4. The Gil/Evie fic that I’ve been toying around with. I should have a little preview of it soon!
5. The first chapter to the Descendants/OUAT crossover that I’ve been messing with. It’s Evie/Jay/Carlos centric.
6. A little something involving Harry/Ben. I may try to get this done before Halloween as well since it fits the whole month thing buuuut the Hevie fic is a priority as far as Halloween related things go…and I’m super bad with deadlines T^T
7. Bevie modern dayish thing I’ve been poking at.
8. A little Steve/Lady Sif ficlet
And that’s it for the moment. I do have a bunch of prompts to tackle but these are the fics that I’ve already started in one way or another, whether its a sentence, paragraph or a page of writing. I haven’t started the next chapter of Worlds Apart…which I really need to get around too as well.
A/N: What better way to start Satan Sunday than with a fluffy Christmasy fic?! This one was requested by @emilyymichelle! So thank you! I hope you all enjoy this!! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated!! I love you all so much! <3
Out of all the people, angels, demons, and monsters you met, no one was more of a grinch than Lucifer. As his girlfriend, you knew just how much of a grinch he was around Christmas. He didn’t like that there was a holiday celebrating his father. He wanted a holiday to himself. He especially wanted your attention for a whole day. This year you were going to hopefully change Lucifer’s mind.
As you slipped on your ugly Christmas sweater, you turned around to see Lucifer. He was glaring at you from across the room. He already had his arms crossed over his chest. You let out a small laugh before padding up to the fallen archangel. “Lu, don’t be mad. It’s just a sweater,” you mused. “Plus don’t I look good in it?”