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Perfect (NewtxReader)

Pairing: Newt/Reader

Prompt: Even in war, Newt and reader tries to stretch their bond, with a forever promise. (Based on the song Perfect by Ed Sheeran)

Words: 1591

Disclaimer: Lots of fluff, mentions war.

In the middle of a war, two hearts trying to survive.

I found a love for me

He never understood humans beings, been more fond to creatures, but you were just… Different, unique, he could understand you, and you could understand him.

You two had something especial, a feeling that was stronger than a bullet, as soft as a petal, and passionate like an adventure.

You were in love.

Darling, just dive right in and follow my lead

Running out into the rain, mud getting under his shoes, but it didn’t matter as long as he was with you, holding his breath, you keep running, trying to keep envolved in the sensation of your hands holding, trying to hide from the catastrophic outside. Because war was cruel and dark, and he needed time to remember how peace was.

Soon you were in a little, slightly comfortable cabin, in the outskirts of the battlefield.

Well, I found a girl, beautiful and sweet

He saw you smile as you hugged him, and he couldn’t help but laugh cupping your cheeks with his hands, happiness running through his veins, you were amazing because even in the sad and destructive setting of the conflict, you were strong enough to keep your light, to see him the same lovely way, to warm him up with your hugs, to kiss him like it was meant forever, and to smile with the innocence of a child.

Newt’s proud to call you, his.

Oh, I never knew you were the someone waiting for me

He was seeing you directly at your eyes, and you knew how much that meant.

Caressing your hair as he kissed your forehead, Newt start to think about your past. Being kids since childhood, he never thought one day you would end up together, a good part of his life he believed that Leta was the one, guess he wasn’t seeing what he really had in front of his eyes.

‘Cause we were just kids when we fell in love

Not knowing what it was

Truth was, it wasn’t that he didn’t loved you, he did, since the first day he saw you watching from afar at the Hippogriff in his yard. But he was too young, he always thought about you as his best friend, the one who would be always with him, it took him a time to realized how did he love you.

I will not give you up this time

Maybe in the past, he hurt you without intention, with his doubts and insecurities, but no more, today he was sure, today he was promising you a forever.

“We’re crazy” Newt whispered with a lopsided grin as he take out the rings from his pocket.

“No, we’re just in love” you laughed winking at him.

“(Y/N)… We’re getting married” his smile was the most big and beautiful you have seen.

“We’re getting married” you reassured kissing his knuckles.

He hold you closer “Oh, love, I want to make you a lot of promises… I will care of you like a Demiguise, and treasure your shiny beautiful heart like a Niffler” Newt flushed slightly, avoiding your sight for a second “I’ll be passionate as an E-Erumpent” you giggled caressing his arms “I want to protect you as mine, like a Bowtruckle, and I’ll trust you as a Thunderbird. But most important, I’ll love you with all my soul, my heart, my everything, forever.”

“Newt…” just a single tear roll on your cheek, his words really had melted your heart.

“M-Maybe those weren’t the most romantic words or the most appropriated, but-”

You cut him off “Those words were the most amazing and beautiful vows I’ve ever heard, and I know how much they meant, I truly loved them Newt, I truly love you, every single detail of you.”

But darling, just kiss me slow, your heart is all I own

And in your eyes you’re holding mine

You leaned forward to kiss him as you exchanged rings, formalizing your promise with the moonlight as a witness.

Soft sweet kisses you shared, like delicate flowing bubbles flying in the air, so natural, so innocent, so pure.

Baby, I’m dancing in the dark with you between my arms

Barefoot on the grass, listening to our favorite song

You two were humming the same song, the one you danced for the first time together at the Yule Ball, as your feet move slightly from one side to another, your skin heating at the touch of his, with your fingers brushing his hair, and Newt’s hands stroking your low back upside down.

The rest of the world disappeared, the fights, the screams, the memories, everything, it was just him and you, inside the bubble of love.

When you said you looked a mess, I whispered underneath my breath

But you heard it, darling, you look perfect tonight

It didn’t matter to Newt if you didn’t wear makeup, or the fact that your hair was wet and messy. You were happy, smiling, looking at his eyes with love, and for him that was the most beautiful look.

Well I found a woman, stronger than anyone I know

She shares my dreams, I hope that someday I’ll share her home

Newt blushed at the memory of Theseus’ teasing.

“So, when is (Y/N) moving into our house Newtie? Momma loves her!” He said smiling “Oh, but if she moves in, you wouldn’t snog her in peace!” Theseus bursted into laughs.

“What are you thinking about, Mr. Scamander?” You said playfully.

“In how much I want to snog you right know” he merely answered without thinking.

“Newt!” You giggled trying to hide a flushed smile.

Newt’s face was red “N-No I didn’t, I mean I wasn’t, erm, I…” he stutter ashamed but his mood relaxed when you put your lips on his.

Newt smiled in between kisses, strengthening his grip on your hips. You never make fun of him, always kind with him and his quirky characteristics, so patient and lovely with his love for creatures, so perfect.

I found a love, to carry more than just my secrets

To carry love, to carry children of our own

You weren’t just the woman he loved, his best friend, but the woman he wanted a home with, to watch your child running through the garden, teaching them about creatures and seeing them grow up, until you had grandsons to tell stories of his adventures while sitting in a rocking chair holding hands in the porch.“

When the war ends, Newt dreams about taking you to adventures, to live, to save creatures, him and you, loving each other in every part of the world.

We are still kids, but we’re so in love

Fighting against all odds

I know we’ll be alright this time

Darling, just hold my hand

Be my girl, I’ll be your man

I see my future in your eyes

You’ve choose him, even if you could have had every man you wanted, you chose him. Even if he wasn’t the most rich or powerful, he could be clumsy and cause a lot of trouble sometimes and he wasn’t the best at social interaction, but you loved him anyways.

And Newt was convinced to be the best for you, to cherish you as a queen and work hard, so one day he could give you the lived he thought you deserved, although the only lived you wanted was a one where he was with you, kissing and loving each other, being man and wife.

When I saw you in that dress, looking so beautiful

I don’t deserve this, darling, you look perfect tonight

Maybe she wasn’t in a glamorous fancy wedding dress.

Or he didn’t wear tuxedo sweet.

You wear your last clean nurse uniform, Newt was in his dirty battle clothes, but you were immersed in each other, he was admiring you as the most beautiful creature he would ever seen, with the moonlight in your face, your messy hair, the way your face flushed as you see him, simply astonishing.

He felt so lucky, having you between his arms, dancing, your lips on his, what on earth did he do to deserve you? To deserve your love?

"I’m so blessed to have you, Mrs. Scamander”

“It’s my pleasure to be with you, Mr. Scamander”

I have faith in what I see

Now I know I have met an angel in person

And she looks perfect, I don’t deserve this

You look perfect tonight

In the middle of a war, two hearts trying to survive.

Loving in each other, in their own world.

They found the peace, in the middle of a storm.

A/N: It’s short I’m sorry 3 it’s more like a drabble (a li'l bit longer that a drabble actually) but it was more about feelings than an actually plot, although the backstory is kinda interesting, I may write an imagine about it (tell me what you think ;))

Also I’m considering about opening requests (I already got one actually (? JAJAJA) but I don’t know ('cause of collage) I’ll see. Also, I’m sorry for the grammatical mistakes

Hope you enjoyed it!

Be a limited edition in this world full of cheap copies!

And remember, your existences matters.

blue suede shoes | part one of ?

a beauty and the beast fic

Summary: Once upon a time, @uncledisney suggested that pre-curse trash baby Prince Adam would be the human embodiment of snark and wear Heelys so that he could be a grade-A asshole. (Read more on that here and here.) This is what would happen if he found those wheely suckers after the curse was broken.

Word Count: 1187

Adam hadn’t dared to go into the deep corners of the West Wing since before he met Belle.

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The Sheriff Shot Me...

This is for @spnfanficpond​ the Pond Writing Challenge
Apologies for the title … I had NO CLUE what to call it.

Word Count: 4288
Quote: Why do the cops never find things as funny as we do?
Characters: Dean, Sam, August, (OFC what’s the F stand for?), Jody and Donna
Warnings: Death, Family dying, supernatural violence, guilt… i think that’s all.
Summary: Dean and Sam check out a possible case. Will they find a monster? Or will they find something more?

Shout out, love and so much respect for my wonderful BETA: @whispersandwhiskerburn I appreciate every second you put into my work.

Tags below the line - no idea if you guys are forever’s, if you want off let me know, either way please get in touch. Hope you enjoy…

Originally posted by deangirl

Breaking News as we come on the air tonight. In the small town of Bird City, Kansas, every neighborhood pet has disappeared. Police reports indicate a wild animal snatching them from their own backyards. But without pets, will this beast move on to larger prey? Stay tuned as we–
Dean muted the TV and looked over at Sammy, raising an eyebrow. Sam shrugged and closed the lid of his laptop, “Yeah. Sounds like it could be our thing. At least it’s close.”

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just like you

Chapter One: Denial 

Pairing: taehyung x reader

Genre: angst | light fluff | light smut

Description: You had always seen yourself as the broken one, the flightless bird who needed someone to mend their wings. So meeting him was perfect because he was just like you, he was also broken, he also needed someone to mend his wings, the only difference the only thing you didn’t know was that he had dark hidden secrets and sooner or later you’d come to realize that he isn’t like you at all. 

Word Count: 4k

a/n:  I don’t know what this is or where I am going with this so don’t expect a lot.. I felt angsty and I wanted to post it but I’ll see what happens and if any of you like it. It’s not Deranged but.. It’s something I had a distant idea for.. 


“Would you like to talk about him now?” The elderly man asked you, with caution laced in his voice, his heavy eyes examining your face to see how you would react. He asked you this question every time you cam to see him, always saving it for last and always the same way, it bothered you. 

Did he think you’d cry and break down finally letting out all the feelings you’ve been suppressing in front of him? You were no psychology major but you knew how these things worked, and he was a cliche representation of what you did know, but you respected the man. He was only trying to help right? This old man with a tired smile and glasses glued to the end of his nose. Maybe he was being a bit nosy but that was his job. Your eyes wander to the empty fish tank in the corner of the room as you contemplated on his words, did you really want to ‘talk about him now’ ? 

You had grown fond of that tank, it was big and beautiful with a rainbow bed of pebbles, the water a lovely clear deep blue. No fishes were in there, not one at all but the filter still ran and in the middle a giant abandoned castle. Why he kept it like that you didn’t know but that was the thing that got you to speak to him and come back regularly. That empty yet alluring fish tank. 

But now you had a decision to make. You had denied all of his attempts so far and you don’t think you could bare to hear him ask you again. Yes the way he pestered you on the subject disturbed you, but it was more than that. Each time he asked you it felt as if he was was putting the blame on him, as if he was the one that had caused you to become this way, as if he was the reason for your sadness and suffering. But the elderly man, who’s name you didn’t bother to learn, was wrong.

Having Kim Taehyung in your life, even if it was only for a painfully short while, was anything but sadness and suffering. 

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Rescue us

Name: Life’s puzzle pieces. Rescue us.

Author: Aya-Fay

Fandom: Fantastic Beasts and where to find them

Pairing: Newt Scamander x Reader

Theme: Fluff.

Warnings: Some news are about to be revealed.

This story is based on three requests i got. They just worked so well together. By lovely @eli-cya, @ohlookfanfiction and @abbiefangirls247

This story is gonna be a series of drabbles. There will be around 4 parts <3

There are two parts so far: part one called “Life’s puzzle pieces” and part two called “The News”.


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A Sheep in Wolf’s Clothing

Chapter 4/5

Words: 1588

Author’s note: I’m back! This may not be the last chapter but the next one is for sure! So, are you ready for the feelings I’m about to give you? XP ~Mod Roy


It was getting late. Ganon already had a few rabbits, enough to feed the little ones and maybe some of the teenagers, but not the whole tribe. Usually he would have captured a 10-course meal by now, but his head wasn’t in the game. He was too worried about Link. The boy had been missing for three days now, and no matter how much they have searched, he was nowhere to be found.

That was when he heard a wolf’s howl. Ganon was snapped out of his thoughts, more focused on the animal. A wolf could feed a lot. They may still have to break in the emergency storage to give everyone a decent meal, but at least everyone could have some fresh meat tonight. Remembering his training, the man crouched down, hiding his loot with sticks and dead palms. He then tip-toed toward the sound.

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After Hours - Blake’s Nightmares

I’ve decided to start posting random little one-shots here on tumblr of various ideas/headcanons/nonsense that floats around in my head regarding Team RWBY’s time together at Beacon. 

This series is sort of a tumblr exclusive thing I’ve come up with called “After Hours”. There’s no posting schedule, no real consistent plot. Some things will certainly carry over and there may even be some shippy stuff as it goes along. 

For the most part though, this is just about the girls and some of the things they get up to when they’re not saving the world. 

Enough rambling from me - here’s part 1 :)

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Ruby wished she could appreciate the comfortable silence that came shortly after lights out. It was peaceful to sit in the dark and know that she had no responsibilities for at least the next few hours. Yet, the trouble was that she couldn’t shut out those responsibilities and worries no matter how hard she tried. It wasn’t bad, just…restless. She would sleep eventually – it simply took time.

Reaching under her pillow, Ruby pulled out her big, red headphones and slipped them on. Making sure to keep one ear uncovered in case someone woke up and needed something from her.

Beyond the soft sounds of Yang’s snores, she turned on her favorite playlist of weapon’s maintenance videos. These were a bit different simply because there was no one talking over them – just the sounds of the work. It was comforting and familiar, the best medicine right before sleep.

Two videos came and went and Ruby felt her eyes becoming heavier. She stretched her arms upward, still holding her scroll to keep watching as another gun chamber was cleaned. Just as she was about to crack her back, a gasp came from her left and Ruby immediately knew what it was.

She laid her scroll down, screen covered to hide the light, and watched through the glow of the school lights outside her window as Blake sat up and put her head in her hands. Blake’s chest was rising and falling rapidly. Eventually, she sighed and ran a hand through her hair and those adorable ears that she let free in the cover of their bedroom.

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Creepypasta #805: I'm A Search And Rescue Officer For The Us Forest Service, I Have Some Stories To Tell (Part 3)

Length: Super long

Alright, let’s move on to the stories:

The first happened on a case that I went out on right after I got out of training, and was still pretty new to everything. Before I took this job, I was a volunteer, so I had a basic idea of what to expect, but on those calls you’re mostly dealing with finding lost people after vets have found signs of them. As an SAR officer, you go out for all kinds of cases, from animal bites to heart attacks. 

This case got called in early in the morning, from a young couple who were up on one of the trails that goes by the lake. The husband was completely hysterical, and we couldn’t really figure out what was going on. We could hear the woman screaming in the background, and he was begging us to come up there right away. When we get there, we see him holding his wife, and she’s got something in her arms. She’s screaming these awful, almost animal-like screams, and he’s sobbing. He sees us and he screams at us to help them, to please get an ambulance up there. 

Now obviously we can’t just drive an ambulance up the walking path, so we ask him if his wife needs help, or if she can walk on her own. He’s still hysterical, but he manages to tell us that it’s not his wife that needs help. I go over while one of the vets tries to calm him down, and I ask the wife what’s going on. She’s rocking, holding something, and just shrieking, over and over. I crouch down and see that whatever she’s holding, it’s covering her with blood. That’s when I notice the sling on her front and my heart sinks. 

I ask her to tell me what’s going on, and I sort of pry her arms gently open so I can see what she’s holding. It’s her baby, obviously dead. His head is caved in on one side, and he’s covered in scratches. Now, I’ve seen dead bodies before, but something about this whole situation hits me hard. I have to take a second to compose myself, and I get up and go get one of the other vets, who’s standing by. I tell him that it’s a dead kid, and he sort of pats my shoulder and tells me he’ll deal with it. 

It took us over an hour to get this woman to let us see her kid. Every time we try to take him from her, she flips out and tells us we can’t have him, that he’ll be okay if we just leave her alone and let her help him. But eventually, one of the vets manages to calm her down, and she gives us the body. We took it back to the med area, but when the EMTs showed up, they told us that there was never any hope of saving the kid. He’d died instantly from the trauma to his head. I was good buddies with one of the nurses who met them at the hospital, and she told me later what had happened. 

Turns out the couple had been walking with the baby in the sling, and they stopped because the kid was fussing. The dad takes the kid and is holding him, looking out over this little gully by the path. The mom comes to stand next to him, but she ends up stepping on a loose patch of soil, and she trips. She falls into the dad, who drops the kid, who ends up falling about twenty feet down this little gully onto the rocks at the bottom. The dad climbed down and recovered the kid, but he’d fallen right on his head, and was dead by the time he got there. The baby was only about fifteen months old. It was a total freak accident, a series of events that coalesced into the worst possible outcome. Probably one of the more awful calls I’ve been on.

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I haven’t seen a lot of animal bites in my time as an SAR officer, mostly because there aren’t that many animals that come around the area. While there are bears in the area, they tend to stay pretty far away from people, and sightings are highly unusual. Most of the animals you’ll see are small ones, like coyotes, raccoons, or skunks. 

What we do see frequently, though, are moose. And let me tell you, moose are nasty fuckers. They’ll chase after anything for any reason, and god help you if you get in between a female and its baby. One of the more amusing calls was of a guy who’d gotten chased down by an absolutely massive male moose, and was stuck up a tree. Took us almost an hour to get him down, and when he was finally on solid ground again, he looks at me and says: ‘God damn. Them fuckers is big up close.’ I guess that’s not really a scary story, but we still laugh about that one.

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I honestly don’t know how I’d forgotten this story, but it is, by far, the scariest thing that’s happened to me. I guess maybe I’ve tried so long to forget about it that it just didn’t come to mind right away. As someone who spends literally all of their time in the woods, you don’t ever want to let yourself get scared of being alone, or out in the middle of nowhere. That’s why when you have experiences like this, you tend to just forget about them and move on. This is, to date, the only thing that’s ever made me really seriously consider if this job is the right one for me. I don’t really like talking about it much, but I’ll do the best I can to remember it all. 

As I recall, this took place right at the end of spring. It was a typical lost-child call: a four-year-old girl had wandered away from her family’s campsite, and had been missing for about two hours. Her parents were completely despondent, and told us what most parents do; my kid would never wander away, she’s so good about staying close, she’s never done anything like this before. We assure the parents that we’ll do everything we can to find her, and we spread out in a standard search formation. 

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Mo Chridhe - 4

Hello Everyone!
For everyone who keeps on loving Mo Chridhe/Modern Jamie and Claire here is yet another post. I know, I know I have several other stories to write (including A Second Chance) by multiple requests, but this current story I keep having multiple ideas so that’s what you’re getting! Please enjoy!

Also,I noticed when I was on my phone and iPad that the formatting I had been using was being lost in translation so from here on out I’m switching up the style the stories will be presented in (instead of tabbed paragraphs, we get paragraph breaks). 

Mo Chridhe 1, 2, 3


“Murtagh! Good to see you!” Jamie said as he opened the door and ushered his godfather inside.

“Aye, good to see ye too lad. How’s Claire and the bairn?” Murtagh placed a package on the ground as he shed his coat and unlaced his boots. “I brought a little something for them, I hope ye dinna mind?”

“Not at all! Claire and the bairn are doing well, adjusting. Fergus and Faith are having the harder time of it. Mam and Da have been here helping along with Claire’s Uncle Lamb, do ye remember him?” Murtagh nodded and Jamie continued, “Well ye ken Lamb’s an archeologist and couldna stay for long, he’s on his way to someplace Africa now.”

“Are Ellen and Brian here now? I dinna see their car in the drive.”

“Ach, no. Da had to drag Mam out though. They’ve been here for two weeks now helping and the poor lass has only been in the world for three days!”

Murtagh’s weather-beaten face crinkled into a smile, “That sounds like Ellen alright. Stubborn and never one to be far from her kin, especially grandbairns.”

“True. Mam does love her family and wilna be far from them. I think Da just wants to go home for a change.”

“Aye, that he most certainly does.”

Jamie led Murtagh to the nursery where Claire stood over a bassinet and stroked the cheek of the slumbering baby inside, while Frank lay at her feet as protector.

Claire turned at the sound of the men’s feet, a smile wide across her tired face. “Murtagh!”

“Hullo lass. How’s the wee one?”

“She’s finally asleep. This one is a bit different than Faith, she never wants to be left alone. I think Fergus is upset Frank has taken to laying by her wherever she is in the house.”

“Ah, weel that’s hard on the lad but I’m happy to see ye up and moving. I thought for sure ye’d be bedridden.”

“What decade are you living in, Murtagh?”

“I-uh-well-I just mean that—”

“Quit your fussing it’s all right. I’m fine and so is Brianna. Do you want to meet her?”

Murtagh stammered out a yes and clumsily made his way to where the bairn lay. “I brought her something.”

Claire smiled and motioned for him to give it to her. He produced a stuffed monkey from the brightly printed bag. “It’s no much but I thought the lass could use a friend.”

“Thank-you Murtagh.” Claire said as she laid a hand on his arm that held the monkey.

Frank chose that moment to look up at the interaction above him and began to growl. The dog’s hackles were raised and a snarl neither Jamie nor Claire had ever heard before bellowed from Frank.

“Seas! Frank! Calm down boy!” Jamie said in an attempt to get the dog to focus on him instead of whatever caused him to become angry.

Before Murtagh had taken a step backwards, Frank lunged grabbing the stuffed monkey by the head. Five violent jerks later the stuffed monkey lay on the floor, tufts of cotton protruding from the body. Frank calmed down and laid back by the bassinet. Murtagh bent to pick up the destroyed monkey when Frank growled again.

“I’m sorry, Murtagh. I dinna ken what has gotten into the beast.”

Murtagh tipped his head back and barked out a laugh. “Oh, it’s fine lad.” Murtagh said wiping away tears. “The pup saw the monkey as a threat and protected his lady. I shoulda guessed something was amiss when I found the damned thing on sale. Maybe it’s a good thing I remembered ye use to love a stuffed bear so I thought to bring one of those as well.” Murtagh grabbed the purple and tan bear from his bag, bent down and held it out to Frank. Frank sniffed the bear curiously then laid his head back on his paws.

“Seems he approves this one more than the last. Claire, if ye reach down in this bag I have a wee gift for ye as well.” Claire did as he said and pulled out a jewelry box. A handcrafted wooden box full of intricate carvings; a Scottish thistle, the Fraser Clan insignia, what she could assume was a depiction of the Highlands and several other little scenes beautifully carved.

“Thankyou. It’s magnificent.”

“Yer welcome lass. I ken I didna give ye a gift when wee Faith was born or when ye adopted Fergus when the lad was two, but I thought this would be something to make up for it. I started it the day ye announced ye were with bairn again. If anything goes amiss wi’ it let me know and I’ll fix it for ye.”

Claire wrapped a startled Murtagh up in a hug, wayward tears dotted the mans shirt as he hugged her back. “Aye, well yer welcome again, lass.”

Murtagh released Claire then turned back to where his newest family member slept. He delicately placed the bear off to the side of the girl’s slumbering head and watched in awe as she stretched brushing the animal with her small fist. Murtagh was in awe as he saw the slumbering bairn clutch the arm of the bear tight and he would have sworn a small smile curved in sleep like his godson’s did all those years ago.

I Will Always Return: Chapter 2

Summary: AU. Eren is a titan shifter that lives in the Forest. The people of Shiganshina fear him, so they decide to give him a sacrifice and in return, he must leave the village alone. Mikasa is a girl who is chosen to be the sacrifice. When she is left in the forest, instead of finding a terrifying titan, she finds a lonely boy. Eremika.

Rating: T.

Words: 5,228k

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A/N: aaaah, so excited! Thank you all who reblogged and liked the first chapter, it really means a lot, feedback is always welcome :)

Credits to MsStampede for original plot/Summary.

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“I’m thinking of doing something stupid.”

Levi’s voice rang unequal under the babble of the city that afternoon. Shiganshina had always been a feature town for being very energetic, a city that never sleeps and the idleness was not own from its people, whom used to wake up very early in the morning, the merchants opening their stores so they could get their daily bread.

Levi was not a loafer, but that day had woken up late. During the night it was impossible for him to get some sleep, reviving constantly in his mind the event that had made the people whisper more than it should. The name of Mikasa Ackerman was uttered over and over. Some people referred to her as the perfect bait for humanity’s victory, others appalled the tragedy, wondering if she was still alive. Levi’s mind haunted with millions thoughts that morning, he didn’t know why. The brat wasn’t his daughter, niece, nothing at all. Why he felt so worried about it, more than everyone else?

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anonymous asked:

Can you post the passage from the fiery cross when Jamie wakes up because Claire isn't it bed and he starts talking about what her body parts smell like? I ❤️ it! Thanks!

Hi! I’m guessing this is the passage you’re thinking of. If not let me know. I’m also including the bit before when Claire is alone since it’s so well described that you feel like you’re in the room with Claire.


I woke drenched in sweat. The thin chemise in which I slept clung to me, transparent with wet; the darkness of my flesh showed in patches through the cloth, even in the dim light from the unshuttered window. I had kicked away sheet and quilt in my disordered sleep, and lay sprawled with the linen shift rucked up above my thighs— but still my skin pulsed with heat, waves of smothering warmth that flowed over me like melted candle wax. 

I swung my legs over the side of the bed, and stood up, feeling dizzy and disembodied. My hair was soaked and my neck was slick with perspiration; a trickle of sweat ran down between my breasts and disappeared. 

Jamie was still asleep; I could see the humped mound of his upturned shoulder, and the spill of his hair, dark across the pillow. He shifted slightly and mumbled something, but then lapsed into the regular deep breaths of sleep. I needed air, but didn’t want to wake him. I pushed away the gauze netting, stepped softly across to the door, and into the small box-room across the hall. 

It was a small room, but it had a large window, in order to balance the one in our bedroom. This one had no glass as yet; it was covered only by wooden shutters, and I could feel drafts of night air drifting through the slats, swirling across the floor, caressing my bare legs. Urgent for the coolness of it, I stripped off my wet shift and sighed in relief as the draft skimmed upward over hips and breasts and arms. 

The heat was still there, though, hot waves pulsing over my skin with each heartbeat. Fumbling in the dark, I unfastened the shutters and pushed them open, gasping for the great draughts of cool night that flooded in upon me. 

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Beached - Chapter 3: Benedict Arnold

A Benedict Arnold - a traitor

You’ll probably see quite a few lore in this fic. Usually, I’ll take the creative liberty to alter them in ways to make them somewhat unique. 

Pairing: Rivamika, though there’s not so much this chapter. This more of a plot pushing chapter. 

Rating: Safe, some bad words, I’ll never get the rating system down, even though I have it linked in my laptop. #lazyarse

Summary: Tee hee hee.

“He’s being a little aloof, don’t you think?” Armin complained watching Levi slink further away from the small group of two amassed on deck. It was hard to see Levi in the dim light of the early morning, but Eren could just barely see his form sliding away from the two.

The merman’s personality had taken a stark turn for the worse once he had realized the full scope of his capture. And the chain tying him to the mast of the main deck never improved his mood. In the past three weeks, whenever the chain was brought out, he had refused to allow anyone to touch him, and become easily irritable and highly aggressive.  

Humorously, Eren had found his cranky personality to be highly similar to Mikasa’s. He was aggressive but silent when provoked, like her. Their base personalities weren’t quite as similar. He seemed sassier, where Mikasa was less snappy, and less inclined to speak, but was equally searing in her insults. And oh boy, the insults. That sassy mouth was almost more trouble than he was worth. Almost.     

Eren frowned patting his childhood friend condolingly on the back. That was another thing. Levi hated Armin with a passion stronger than the gods’ themselves. He despised the prodding and invasiveness of the small blonde boy/man and refused to come within less than ten feet of Armin. Eren didn’t have the heart to tell his friend that was the reason why Levi had slinked off to go bother the barrels further down on the deck.

“Levi,” Mikasa’s voice materialized from out of the blue as she had quietly joined the boys on deck. Hearing his name, the merman quickly jerked to face their general direction, “Don’t do that,” Mikasa was warning him in a stern voice, as he had toppled one of the barrels and was attempting to roll it off deck. He slapped his tail on the floor, frustrated with her orders.  

“He’s expressing actions of anxiety and pent up energy,” Armin said matter-of-factly, as the merman looked torn between obeying Mikasa and doing his own thing. His eyes darted back and forth between the girl and the barrel, and then finally, he rolled onto his back and made the sweetest most playful face at Mikasa, beckoning her with his well-muscled arms.

This was causing Eren some anxiety. The almost immediate and impossibly tight bond that had developed between his sister and the exotic sea creature. A week together had made them almost inseparable. Three weeks had them tied at the hip.

But, this was a problem for most of the crew. When genial, Levi was enamoring. His charm was almost hypnotizing, even with his sassy personality, and less than cordial way of speaking. Even Eren had to admit that he enjoyed being in the company of the beast. It was even better considering that, if he liked you, you could touch his tail.

Human nature. People loved to touch. Touch this dog’s fur, or pull this cat’s tail, or stroke this baby’s soft new hair, or something. Likewise, everyone wanted a chance to feel Levi’s smooth shining tail. He didn’t like to say so, but Eren had sneaked in a pat or two when he was sure no one else was looking.

And Jean, who pretended to hate Levi, had asked Mikasa to hold the merman still so the blonde haired sailing master could pat him. He had used the excuse, “everyone else knows what it feels like except for me,” but Eren suspected that Jean liked Levi as much as everyone else.

“Come here, Levi,” Mikasa beckoned. A soft growl escaped the merman and he pointedly looked at Armin.

“No.”

“He’s being nasty,” Eren explained to his sister, watching her eyebrows knit together in concern. Subtly, he nudged her with his elbow, jerking his chin at Armin. She nodded in understanding. There wasn’t a person on board who didn’t know Levi hated Armin, except poor Armin himself.

“Armin,” Mikasa called gently, “Would you mind giving me and Eren a moment. We need to discuss something…”

Blinking confusedly, the boy quickly began to protest, “We’ve been friends for a long time. I’m sure whatever you have to say, you can say it in front of me.”

“Armin,” Eren muttered gently but firmly. After a moment of hesitation, the scientist to be slouched away, disappointment on his face. When the siblings were sure he was gone, Eren walked out to Levi, removing the chain from his tail and throwing it against the mast.

“Why are we still chaining him,” Mikasa questioned, opening her arms welcomingly as the mermaid rushed to bury his head in the crook of her neck.

“Armin and Jean insist on it. They don’t want to disappoint their father.”

“It’s making him unhappy.” Mikasa complained, rubbing Levi’s tail in rhythmic circles.

“I know,” Eren said, frowning, “But, he won’t have to deal with it for much longer.” A meaningful look passed between the siblings, and Mikasa’s could almost feel the emotions of hesitation and betrayal in Eren’s eyes. Quickly changing the topic to avoid scrutiny from his sister, the Captain scowled, scolding her, “Aside from that, you’re babying him too much. Discipline, Mikasa. He needs discipline.”

“No he doesn’t,” she growled defensively, “He’s not stupid. And besides, you’re one to talk. Father never ‘disciplined’ you quite so badly.”

“He didn’t need too,” Eren chortled quietly, “I had you. That was all the discipline I ever needed.”

Mikasa snorted, amused because Eren was right. For as long as she could remember she had been taking care of him. Grisha had left most of Eren’s supervision in Mikasa’s hands when their mother had fallen deathly ill.

“Do you remember when we were kids,” Eren murmured, just barely catching Mikasa’s attention.

“It feels like we never were.”

Eren’s brows pulled together, eyes downcast, “They tried hard to give us a life worth living.”

“They did a good job.”

Crouching near the pair piled on the floor, Eren reached out slowly to tickle his fingers alongside the tip of the Levi’s tail. The mermaid flicked his feathery fin, but otherwise remained at ease, looking only mildly annoyed. With some effort on Mikasa’s part, and an endless stream of cooing, he quickly forgot about Eren.

“Is he worth it?” Eren asked.

“If he can help us find father and mother…then yes.”

Looking resigned, Eren’s hand fell from Levi’s glittery scales, “I feel bad for betraying them.”

Mikasa snorted, lifting Levi into a more comfortable position on her lap, and reminding Eren just how strong his sister was.

“What will Erwin do with him, Eren?” she whispered viciously, “Not but what we are going to do!”

“Everyone is looking for the same thing.”

“But, not everyone can have the same thing.”

For a few more minutes silence reigned, and then Mikasa said, “Does everyone understand the plan?”

“Hannes and Ymir are in the bunkers tying Jean up now. Christa and Sasha have gone after Armin. We’ll set them off in a dingy with a knife, two guns, and a barrel of food and mead. And that’s it. Erwin’s ship is just beyond the morning mists. I’ve seen it with my own eyes. And I’m sure they’ve seen us. He should find them within an hour,” Eren explained, cocking his head to the side as the clear ring of Armin’s girlish scream pervaded the main deck. Hopefully the girls would take it easy on him.

“You haven’t included Marco in this plan.” Mikasa noted.

“He’ll be devastated, but he’s loyal…and we can’t risk losing a crewmate. He can survive without Jean. We will need all the support we can get. Erwin will trail us fast, and Nile is already on our tail.”

“If we can lead them to one another, they may become too busy fighting each another to keep tracking us down.”

“Maybe.”

Just then, the doors to the deck burst open, kicked nearly to breaking point by Ymir. That woman needed to check her strength, otherwise The Jeagar would be a shitpile in no time. Behind her, she was towing Jean’s wriggling mass. The sailing master was tied up and blindfolded, but his mouth was wide open and screaming a stream of profanities. Hannes followed shaking his head tiredly, and Connie tagged behind them, with a sack full of the smaller essentials Eren had listed early.

Watching them, Levi snorted, and said almost chillingly, “Good for him.”

It sent shivers down Mikasa’s back, hearing how…vengeful an animal less than a human could be. Or was Levi more than a human?

Soon after Jean had appeared on deck, Eren had hopped to his feet to prepare the dingy. A little while later, the girls appeared with Armin struggling in their hands. There was no need to tie the blonde quartermaster up; he was too weak to evade capture from even timid Christa alone.

As the pair was thrown on the dingy and lowered down into the gaping black sea, Eren could hear Jean shouting, “Eren, what the fuck! We had a deal you traitorous bastard.”
“Deal’s off, Jean,” Eren shouted back, a look between a grimace and amusement on his face. Did Jean really not remember how pirates worked? Had half-a-year in the family like environment of The Jeager really softened him up that much?
“Go back to mommy, Jean.” Mikasa said almost scathingly as she watched the pair float away from the ship in the crowded dingy, then yelped as the back of Levi’s head made contact with her ass.

“Hahaha!” Ymir hooted, watching the merman earnestly rub his head against the girl’s rear, “He found a new scratching post.”

“Shut up, Ymir.”

“So,” Connie drawled, placing an elbow on Eren’s shoulder,

“Where’s this Atlantis?”

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THE PASTEL MAN

Written by Vincent VenaCava
Narrated by MrCreepyPasta

The deals we make upon a situation most dire can lead to a downward spiral. Sadly, the case here is all too true. A young man who saw his dying father, desperate for any sense of fixing, took the risk of bargaining with something with a grin as diabolical as the demon of darkness…

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EXCERPT

Consider this a warning. In the event it ever comes to you during a moment of weakness, as it did me all those years ago, say no to the Pastel Man. It doesn’t matter how much you love the person that it promises to help, nothing is worth what it wants in return. I tell you this in hopes that you don’t make the same mistake I did that cold winter night, kneeling beside my father’s writhing body on the living room floor.

It was 1997 when I first encountered the creature and ever since not a day has gone by where its awful face hasn’t haunted my thoughts. I was a teenager then, but I look at that evening as the night my childhood died – corrupted and violated by a callous hell beast with pale blue skin.

Even though it happened years ago, I still remember the events of that fateful first encounter vividly. I could tell you what my father and I were wearing, the toppings on the pizza we were eating, even the score of the football game playing on the TV. It was around half time when my father’s speech started to become slurred, which I found odd since he had been nursing the same bottle of beer since kickoff. Stranger even, I had seen him drink a six-pack to himself in the past without even appearing tipsy so I was having trouble understanding how a single drink could have such an effect on him. I realized it wasn’t the alcohol when half his body went limp and he slid off the couch. I asked him if he was all right, but his words had now become incomprehensible. I grabbed the phone off the coffee table and dialed 911.

“911 what’s your emergency?”

“I think my Dad’s having a stroke.” The thought had only crossed my mind a second before the operator answered the phone.

“Ok, we have your address. An ambulance is on its way. It should be there soon. Is he conscious?”

“Yes. He is, but I can’t understand him.” Nonsensical jumbled sounds were rambling out my father’s mouth. I was afraid. He was all I had. My mother passed away when I was a baby so I never got the chance to know her, but my dad was always there for me – doing the job of two parents. If I lost him then I would be alone.

“That’s normal with strokes. It’s good that he’s awake – “ And I didn’t hear the rest because that’s when I dropped the phone.

I was having one of those moments where everything faded into the background while my world fell silent. The football game playing on the television, the operator giving me instructions over the phone, even the sound of my father’s voice as he wailed in agony on the carpet became white noise – dissolving into the air as I lost all awareness of my surroundings. All of my attention and focus was now on one thing. The horrible abomination that was standing in my kitchen watching my father and I with a twisted smile across its disgusting face.

Its head narrowly missed scraping against our kitchen’s 9ft. ceiling as it shifted from side to side, fidgeting with anticipation like a giddy child in class on the last day of school waiting for that final bell to signal summer vacation. The pastel blue skin that covered its entire body, from the creature’s head all the way down to its feet horrible grimy feet, looked weathered and wrinkled like leather that had been left out in the sun for days. Hanging off its long, lanky frame was a plain brown satchel with black stitching. It lightly caressed the strap of its pouch with a long finger while it looked on with an eager expression on its face.

At first I thought I had gone mad from the sight of seeing my father have a stroke, but the closer the monstrosity slinked towards us, the more I realized it was no hallucination. It ducked its head under the light fixture in the living room and stepped a spindly leg over the couch. Though the monstrous freak of nature was clearly bipedal, it had moved down to all fours and appeared to be stalking us like some wild animal hunting its prey. I should have been terrified, but the horrible smile on its god-awful face made me feel more anger towards the thing than fear. It was as if it was taking pleasure in my father’s misery. Closer still it crept and I grabbed my father’s hand out of desperation in some veiled attempt to protect him. The creature stopped its face mere inches from mine before shifting its attention down to my father.

“I can save him, if you’d like?” I was taken back. I had prepared for the terrible thing to take a chunk of flesh out of my neck with its teeth or slash me across the face with its black crusty nails, but speaking to me was the last thing I expected. “He’s dying, but I can save him. If you’d like?”

I sat there, mouth agape, cradling my father’s head in my arm and staring into the two pink bulbous eyes that took up more than a third of the foul thing’s face. I remember thinking that they reminded me of Easter Eggs – a bizarre connection for my mind to make given the situation. It stood back up on two feet and once again I was reminded just how imposing the creature really was. It told me its name, which I dare not repeat because it also explained that speaking it is the best way to summon the beast. For the remainder of my story I will refer to this entity as the Pastel Man – just a name I came up with due to the pigment of its skin and the light shade of pink that was the color of its eyes. That and for some reason giving the creature a silly name always helped to make me feel less afraid of it. Not much less though.

Finally, my mind had recovered enough from shock to allow me to stutter out a few words, “What do you mean you could save him?”

“What I do is make deals, young man.” Its voice was surprisingly angelic – like a thousand choirs all singing in unison. If one were to close their eyes while the creature spoke to them, they might imagine they were listening to a seraph, not the hideous monster that was sporting a depraved grin in my living room. However, its extraordinary voice only managed to make me feel more uneasy. It wasn’t right that something so beautiful would belong to such a repulsive creature. The Pastel Man gestured to its satchel. “I have the ability to save your father’s life, but you have to agree to a deal with me.”

“What kind of a deal?”

“Everything happens for a reason, even death.” Its mischievous smile widened just a bit as if the creature was getting to the punch line of a joke. “It’s true that I can save your father’s life, but someone must die in his place. One shall die, so another may live. That’s the deal.” I clutched my chest. “Not you, what would be the point? No, I’m giving you the option to choose the person who will be replacing your father this evening.”

I was stunned by what I was hearing. “Are you death?”

The Pastel Man threw its head back and let out terrible howl. It was only later that I would come to realize that was how the wretched thing laughed. “No, I’m certainly not The Grim Reaper, although you aren’t the first person to ask me that. I’m not the devil either, nor do I work for him. Let’s just say I’m an independent contractor, shall we?” Two tiny holes that lied on the center of its face in the absence of a nose flared in satisfaction of its explanation.

“I can choose anyone?”

“Well, not anyone. That wouldn’t be very fun would it?” I could see a row of shark like teeth hiding in its mouth as it separated its lips to speak. “Your father’s replacement must be someone else in your life.”

“I’m not a murderer.” My voice was tiny. It barely escaped my mouth. I looked back down to my father. He had lost consciousness and his skin was becoming pale. “And I don’t think I could kill anyone I know.”

“You don’t have to murder anyone, young man.” The sly creature was moving into its final pitch. “All you have to do is tell me who it is you want dead and I will do the rest. Surely there must be someone you wouldn’t mind out of your life? A teacher, an ex girlfriend, a rival at school perhaps?”

There was. I had fantasized about it many times, but never in my wildest dreams would I have ever acted on it. Everyone has that person in their life who is toxic. Someone who makes getting up in the morning more difficult and I was certainly no exception. “Walter Flannigan,” I muttered under my breath.

“Who?”

“Walter Flannigan. He’s the guy at school who gave me this.” I lifted my shirt and showed it the handprint shaped bruise on my chest that Walter had given me during one of his infamous “hazing sessions” in the locker room earlier that week. “He’s been shoving me into lockers, and beating me up since I was a freshman. The faculty doesn’t do anything since he’s the best football player in the history of our school. He’s a five star recruit going to a huge college next year. ESPN even did a piece on him.”

“Ahhh,” The Pastel Man began to snicker to itself. It somehow widened its already enormous pink eyes even more then crouched back down to get face to face with me again. “What fun is being a king, without serfs to torment, eh?”

“Well I’m tired of being tormented so just go and kill him before I change my mind!”

The Pastel Man shot a massive hand out and wrapped its long fingers around my face. The grin that it was wearing since I first laid eyes on it had now been replaced by a scowl. “YOU DO NOT TELL ME WHAT TO DO! ARE WE CLEAR!?” I nodded sheepishly. The grip it had on my face was so tight. I understood then and there that if it wanted to, the creature could easily snap my neck or crush my skull like an egg. “Good, because it’s not so simple, young man. There are steps that must be taken.”

“Steps?”

“Yes,” A playful smirk once again returned to the Pastel Man’s face. “You will have to be present when this Walter Flannigan dies. In fact, I need you to summon me or else I can’t complete my end of the bargain. Get the boy alone and speak my name. You must watch him die by sunrise or else you will be violating the terms of our agreement. So do we have a deal?” I nodded again and the monster released its hold of my face before snatching my hand. Its giant paws swallowed my palm as we shook to cement the deal. “Excellent. With this handshake our deal is binding, young man.”

I watched curiously as the Pastel Man reached into its satchel and fumbled around until it found what it was looking for. In between its repugnant fingers it held a strange looking insect about the size of a quarter. The bug buzzed its wings in attempt to flutter away, but could not escape the Pastel Man’s grasp. With its other hand, it pushed down on my father’s jaw in order to open his mouth.

“What are you doing?” I asked, but the Pastel Man didn’t answer. It then violently stuffed the insect in my father’s mouth jamming it down his esophagus with its filthy fingers.

The Pastel Man rose once more to its feet. “There, the deed is done. Your father will recover in full. Now it’s your turn. Remember, the boy dies by sunrise or the deal is off.”

It turned its back to me and began to slither away.

“What if I change my mind?” I asked.

The creature stopped almost mid stride and twisted around. Again its smile had been supplanted by an awful sneer. I felt even less safe then when it was holding my face in a vice grip earlier. “Your father’s health has already been restored so someone must replace him. One must die so another shall live. That was the deal. If you fail to complete your end of the bargain then that someone will be you. Believe me when I say this young man, I don’t need to be summoned once our deal has been broken. I will come for you. That is a promise. And when I do you’re going to wish you never crossed me.” With that it continued out the kitchen and through the backdoor. I chased after it, but by the time I got outside into the back yard, the thing had disappeared. It was then that I spotted the lights of the ambulance as it pulled up across the street from my house. I flagged down the EMT’s and led them to my father.

It wasn’t difficult to find Walter. I knew exactly where he was going to be, but I had completely lost track of time while waiting to hear from my father’s doctors in the ICU. I had to hurry to Eddie Gillen’s house. Eddie’s parents were out of town and he had been talking all week at school about the “Rager” he planned on throwing. There were two things I knew about Walter:

1) Eddie was his best friend

2) He never missed a party.

It was somewhere around 3:30 AM when I pulled my car up to Eddie’s. I parked a little ways down the street so I wouldn’t be spotted. Because I had gotten held up at the hospital, I feared that I had missed my chance to catch Walter. My concerns were alleviated when I saw his raised pick-up truck still parked in the driveway. Another thought crossed my mind. What if Walter had gotten too drunk and passed out. I tried to think of away to get into Eddie’s and get Walter alone long enough for the Pastel Man to do whatever it was it had planned. Luckily for me, it wasn’t too long before Walter stumbled out of Eddie’s front door and climbed into his truck. I let out a sigh, having just escaped a potentially challenging problem.

He pulled out and I followed behind, staying far enough away so that I wouldn’t tip him off. He was drunk. Even from the distance I was tailing him, I could see his truck swerving in and out of its lane. The Pastel man’s otherworldly voice played itself over and over like a heavenly broken record in my mind.

“You must watch him die by sunrise…”

I wondered if I even had the courage to summon the creature again. Seeing it once that night was traumatic enough. Could I really handle looking into its horrible face for a second time? And what about Walter? Even though he was a huge ass, he didn’t deserve to die and certainly not at the hands of that thing.

It will kill you if you don’t let it kill him. Just remember, you’re doing this for Dad.

I’m not sure if it was the little angel on my shoulder or the little devil that was whispering in my ear. I looked out my driver side window. A pink ribbon lined the horizon – the very first signs of sunlight making its presence known in the dark evening sky. In a couple hours morning would arrive, and I would be too late to complete my end of the bargain. I would see the Pastel Man again one way or another.

Walter lived up in the foothills outside of town where some of the wealthier people owned homes. I had been there once for a school project – one where I did all the work and he ended up taking the credit. We had come to a part of the road leading towards his house that cut through a wooded area. I knew there would be no houses for a stretch so I decided that was where I would make my move. I sped up until I was tailgating the truck then started flashing my brights and honking my horn. I was prepared to rear end him in order to get him to stop driving, but it didn’t even take that to get the job done. He must have been panicking. His truck started to swerve violently across the street before running off road, sideswiping a tree, and coming to a complete stop.

I pulled up behind him then hesitated for a moment. A glimpse of the creatures grin flashed through my mind causing me to shutter. I got out of my car, but left the engine running and my headlights on. “Hey Walter!” I shouted.

Walter’s door jerked open and he jumped out the truck to the ground below. “Sean The Shithead?” he was confused, but clearly annoyed. Sean The Shithead was the nickname he had affectionately given me on my second week of school. Within a month he had my entire class calling me it. “You think that was funny? I am gonna fuck you up you little bitch!”

He stormed towards me with both fists clenched. Again doubts crossed my mind about whether or not I could pull the trigger. Guilt began to pump through my veins. Walter’s life was about to end and it was going to be because of me. Memories darted through my consciousness: All the afterschool beatings I took at the hands of Walter, the Pastel Man’s wicked smile, the look on my father’s face as he kicked and screamed on the living room floor. Finally those words, spoken through that unnervingly angelic voice of that terrible monster.

One must die so another shall live

Walter was moving closer. It was now or never. I had to choose whether or not I would summon the beast before the decision was out of my hands. I shouted the Pastel Man’s real name out in a burst of emotion aimed directly at the star football player. Walter paused for a moment, looking at me in confusion then recollected himself and proceeded towards me again – The Pastel Man was nowhere to be seen. For the second time that evening I wondered if I had gone insane. Could everything that had happened to me that night been in my head? What was real? Was my father even sick? Again I repeated the thing’s name in an effort to summon it, but this time it did nothing to hinder Walter’s pursuit of me.

He violently shoved me against the hood of my car, grabbed hold of my shirt collar and spun me around. Walter raised his fist to hit me. I winced and put my hands up in order to prepare for impact, but he never struck me. It only when I opened my eyes that I realized I wasn’t crazy. Walter’s face was white. His mouth hung open just as mine had when I first caught sight of the Pastel Man earlier that evening. I turned my head to see that unmistakable, long, lanky body slink out of the shadows and in front of my car’s headlights. Its face still wore that warped smile and I knew just beyond those thin lips was a mouth full of tiny daggers capable of tearing muscle from bone. Neither Walter nor I said a word. I think I might have been almost as terrified as him. My stomach began to feel sick as the Pastel Man stalked ever closer. I didn’t look at Walter’s face. How could I? The boy was about to die at the hands of this horrible monster and it was my fault. I didn’t have to summon it. I didn’t have to shake its hand.

“I’m sorry.” I truly was and I still am.

I hadn’t taken my eyes off the Pastel Man, but I think it had more to do with not being able to look Walter in the face than fear for my life. Walter said nothing. My car’s headlights fell on the creature’s face and now we could both see it clearly. The Pastel Man’s large pink eyes seemed to glow bright in the light of the headlamps.

Walter let go of me and made a break for his truck, but the hell beast pounced on him with a surprising amount of speed and agility that I had not yet seen it demonstrate. His screams were met with only apathy from the creature as it dug those filthy black fingernails into Walter’s abdomen. I tried to look away, but the Pastel Man made sure I remembered our agreement.

“YOU MUST WATCH, YOUNG MAN! DON’T FORGET WE HAD A DEAL!”

I forced myself to look back at the massacre. The creature’s smile had mutated from mischievous to depraved. It looked as if it was deriving some sort of sick sexual pleasure out of the torture it was putting Walter through. Deeper still, it burrowed its long bony fingers into Walter’s stomach. With a jerk the heinous thing yanked out a hand full of his intestines and dragged them across the ground as it approached me, flaring those holes on its face that filled in for a nose and clearly pleased with its handiwork.

“It’s over then?” I’m not sure if I was asking or begging the creature as the two of us faced each other in the empty street that night.

The Pastel Man threw his head back and once again let out that revolting howl. “Over? We’re just getting started.” It headed back over towards Walter, who at this point was crawling along the ground still trying to get to his truck while his innards trailed behind him. The Pastel Man cut him off and snatched him off the asphalt, easily lifting him by the head with one hand. It toyed with him for a bit, forcing Walter to look into its hideous face. With its free hand the creature reached into its satchel and pulled out a much bigger insect this time. It was different than the one my father had unknowingly ingested, both in size and in appearance. If the bug that the creature jammed down my father’s mouth was the size of a quarter then this one must have been as large as a golf ball. It was slimy – the mucous like membrane that encased its body glistened in my cars headlights. The Pastel Man dangled the nasty bug in front of Walter’s face for a few seconds.

“Now be a good boy and open your mouth.”

Walter screamed. That gave the blue beast the opening it needed. It thrust the slimy insect in his mouth and past his tonsils with its filthy fingers. I watched on as Walter gagged, presumably on the oversized maggot as it made its way down his throat. Soon he began to turn blue. I could tell he was choking to death and even though I wanted to save him, there was nothing I could do. A minute later and the Pastel Man dropped his lifeless body to the ground.

It examined the carnage for a moment, pondering over it as if it was a masterpiece in an art gallery. Then the demon turned away, retreating back towards the shadows and disappeared into the night without saying word. I stood there in the road, looking at the scene and still feeling sick to my stomach from what I just witnessed. I don’t know what I expected, to happen after the deed was done. There was no explosion, no brilliant light show where I would watch Walter’s soul either dragged down to hell or ascend upwards towards the heavens – just a dead boy in the road. A dead boy and his murderer. The Pastel Man was the gun, but I pulled the trigger. In a way there were two dead boys in the road that evening.

I knew that I didn’t have time to dawdle. At any moment a car could have come driving down the street and find me standing in the middle of that massacre. I sprinted back to my car and sped down the street towards town.

The coroner attributed Walter’s death to a drinking and driving accident, although there was understandably a lot of suspicion regarding the odd circumstances surrounding his demise. The autopsy revealed no evidence of the slimy bug that the Pastel Man had placed in Walter’s throat. The town was devastated. I remember a candle light vigil was held in his honor. A couple of big news outlets covered his death because of Walter’s status as an elite college football recruit. My father made a full recovery and just a couple of days after his stroke was released from the hospital. I would go on to graduate high school and meet the love of my life the very first semester at my university. Her name was Diana and she was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. We married shortly after college, settled down and had a wonderful boy named Mathew. However, I never forgot the hand I played in Walter’s death. I have carried that guilt with me since the events of that night. No matter how much I wanted to, I couldn’t forget. The Pastel Man wouldn’t let me.

It must have seen me as an easy patsy because the creature has come to me again and again every time a loved one has been on the brink of death, offering me the same deal I accepted that first shameful night. Though the creature had been persistent in its pursuit of blood lust, the image of Walter’s gruesome death never left my mind and gave me the strength to say no to its propositions. Even years later, on the eve of my father’s passing, I was able to refuse it’s proposal when the Pastel Man visited me in his hospital room.

I’ve been cursed to have my soul tested till the day that I die by the Pastel Man. A test that for years I was able to persevere through, until one evening where my life began crumbling down and once more the creature took advantage of me in a moment of weakness.

Diana and Mathew were on their way back from the airport after visiting my in-laws. I was swamped at work and had to pull an all-nighter in order to finish a project by its deadline so my wife hailed a taxi rather than ask me to pick them up.

It was around midnight and I was alone in the office when I got a call from the police department. They told me a drunk driver had collided with their cab on the highway coming back from the airport. My wife and the cabbie were killed on impact and my son was in critical condition. I sat there at my desk, unable to move or formulate a coherent thought. It was then that I realized I wasn’t by myself in the office anymore. Perched atop my boss’ desk was The Pastel Man, that abhorrent smile still painted across its nasty wrinkled face. It didn’t need to make an offer. This I believe the creature already knew.

“Can you save them?” I asked.

“Yes and no.”

“What do you mean!? Just spit it out!”

The Pastel man’s smirk disappeared and I could tell that it was not pleased with my tone of voice. Memories of the vice grip it had on my face the last time I demanded something from the creature bled into my consciousness. Perhaps it realized I was past the point of threats because instead of lunging at me as the creature had done in the past, it decided to clarify its cryptic response. “I cannot pull someone back from death’s clutches, only save them before it gets its hold of them. Your wife is dead. Now make your peace with that. Your son’s life on the other hand can be salvaged. For a price of course.”

I racked my mind. I couldn’t think of a single person in my life who deserved to die at the hands of that pale blue monstrosity. Even someone as awful as Walter didn’t deserve the gruesome fate he received that night due to my poor decision. But my son was all I had now, and he didn’t deserve to die either. Not because someone else had made a poor decision that evening and got behind the wheel of a car they were too intoxicated to drive.

The Pastel Man’s glorious voice filled the room again. I seemed to be hearing it from all directions. “The drunk driver that crashed into your family’s cab is still alive and in the very same hospital as your son. Why not him?”

For the first time that evening I looked into the large pink eyes of the creature. “You said it has to be someone I know?”

“Semantics. It just needs to be someone who has directly impacted your life. The moment he drove his car into your wife and son’s taxi he became a candidate.” The Pastel Man flared the tiny holes on its face with glee the way it always did when it was content with itself.

“Fine. Let’s do it,” I said. I shook its giant hand to make the arrangement official. And with that the Pastel Man gave me the instructions to complete our deal.

When I met with the doctors at the hospital they updated me on the condition of my son. “We’ve done all that we can, but he’s a fighter,” The doctors feigned optimism, but I could see in their eyes that they didn’t expect him to make it through the night.

They led me to his room and gave me some time alone with him. The Pastel Man was already there when I entered, smiling down on his broken body. Quickly I shut the door behind me and nodded to the creature. It reached a gangly arm into its satchel and pulled out the same type of strange looking insect it had shoved down my father’s throat. I opened Mathew’s mouth and with two grubby fingers the creature crammed the bug deep into his oral cavity.

“He will make a full recovery. Now it’s your turn.” The Pastel Man waltzed behind the hospital curtain in my son’s room. I knew I didn’t have to check to see if it had disappeared. If it were to make another appearance at the hospital that evening, then it would be because I spoke its name.

When I agreed to the bargain at my office The Pastel Man had told me what room the driver was being kept in. His injuries were far less severe than Mathew’s so he was in a different wing of the facility. I could feel my heart pounding as I made my way towards his room. With each step the beating in my chest grew louder. Already that same feeling of guilt I had felt while I looked down at Walter’s corpse lying in the middle of the road washed over me. I was about to take another person’s life. Who was I to decide whether someone deserved to live or die? I felt just as ugly and horrible as the Pastel Man looked. Maybe I didn’t have pointed teeth or wrinkly blue skin, but if I knew that if I went through with our deal, then I was just as big of a monster as it was.

I stepped as stealthily as possible through the door, hoping no one would notice me sneak in. As I looked down at the face of the driver lying unconscious in his bed, I instantly felt that familiar sickness in my stomach. He was a boy, no older than Walter the night The Pastel Man and myself unfairly snuffed out his life before it truly had a chance to shine. Walter could have become someone different when he matured, someone capable of doing real good in this world, but he was never given the opportunity. This driver was just a stupid teenager who made a mistake, one that he’d never get the chance to atone for. I saw Walter in the boy’s face and my stomach began to churn more. I tried to call out the Pastel Man’s name, but couldn’t. Perhaps that little angel on my shoulder wouldn’t allow me. I would not be responsible for the death of another boy. Not this time. I refused to pull that trigger.

I walked out of his room and didn’t look back. I spent the rest of the evening sitting next to my son’s bed. The first few rays of morning sunlight snuck into Mathew’s hospital room and caught my attention. I peeked out through the blinds and watched the sun rise for the first time since the night Walter died. It was beautiful. The pink ribbon that lined the horizon had bled into the sky creating a dazzling purple hue. I had my light show, and it was spectacular.

I broke my deal with the Pastel Man and in doing so my fate now rests in its filthy hands. Hands that it likely plans on burying into my abdomen. On the plus side, my son will recover in full. It will be hard for him growing up without his parents, but he’s always been close with his Aunt. My wife’s sister is a wonderful woman with a caring family. She’s his legal godmother and promised us the day he was born that she would always be there for him. Her husband does well for himself and they’ve never had a problem with money. The life insurance policy Diana and I took out combined with the money we had been putting away for Mathew to go to college will insure that there should be no financial issues while he’s under their care.

It’s only a matter of time before the Pastel Man comes for me. I have accepted that my death is near, but I’m not scared. In a way I look forward to it. It’s almost as if the boy that died within me on that terrible night has been given another chance. When I die all the guilt and hate that I’ve had for myself dies with me – wiped away so that my soul can cross over to a new plain of existence pure and innocent. The way it was before I ever met that monster.

One must die so another shall live.

That’s what the Pastel Man said.

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anonymous asked:

Newt Prompt! I literally can’t sleep alone anymore so i’ve shown up at your door in my pyjamas, can we have one more nap together, please?

Originally posted by abigailskanes

The ceiling flashed as lightning lit up the cloudy night sky with a roll of thunder soon following after. You’re not sure how long you’ve been just lying there, the events from today replaying over and over in your head, but it had to be going onto four hours now.

You and Newt tried everything to capture the young dragon, but sadly MACUSA got there first. A very young Hebridean Black was on the loose in the city. It wasn’t that big (about the size of a Great Dane you guessed) but it had killed a nomaj’s dog and caused quite the stir. When you and Newt heard screaming coming from outside the apartment you both instantly jumped into action. Even though you were running as fast as your feet could carry you, you were no match for Newt’s long legs. He easily ran ahead while pulling out his wand from his coat pocket. He ran down the street, ducking and weeving through the crowd of nomajes, and screeched to a halt when he reached the end of the dead-end street.

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