Synth

"You alright? Did you breathe it in?" Johnny asks immediately as the three of you clamor into the helicopter. Simon secures the rest of the capsules, watching you out of the corner of his eye.

"A little. I'm fine, Johnny." You assure quickly, head swimming as you slump into your seat. Your face flushes hot, fumbling with your straps for your seat. Your fingertips tingle, hands clumsy like they'd been cast in concrete.

"The fuck is in these things?" Simon mutters as he cups your jaw, forcing you to look at him. "What is it? Feeling sick? Is it a powerful aphrodisiac?" He presses as Johnny secures you in the helicopter. You whimper as you try to form words, his stern tone bringing tears to your eyes.

Why were you crying? Why was everything so loud? Why couldn't you talk? Simon squeezes your face to get your attention, shaking your head slightly. "Hey, answer me. What's going on?"

When he’s very UNDERstanding

featuring — Ace : Leona : Floyd : Vil.

Sypnosis ── When it comes to you, everything changes. Whatever you say goes, and he is completely UNDERstanding. (headcanons!)

𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐎𝐋𝐀

• Ace acts like he doesn’t listen to anyone, teachers, upperclassmen, even Riddle but the moment you speak, it’s like a switch flips.

“Ace, stop it.”

“…Fine.”

He grumbles, but he immediately drops whatever mischief he was up to, your friends staring in shock at how fast he folded.

• Studying is his mortal enemy… unless you’re the one telling him to do it. He’ll whine and complain the entire time but he’s already opening his book before he even finishes arguing.

“You’re so bossy, y’know that?”

Yet he’s memorizing notes like his life depends on it.

• He tries to act cool when he casually calls out to you “Hey.” but the second you respond with a soft, “Yes, baby?”

His entire face turns red, his brain short-circuiting. “…D-don’t say it like that…” He’s done. Completely done.

• He pretends to ignore you sometimes just to keep his pride intact. But the moment you repeat yourself, softer this time,

“Ace.”

He exhales, defeated, already doing what you asked. You don’t even need to raise your voice. That’s what gets him.

• When Ace gets in trouble and is about to talk his way out of it, he will glance at you first, just for a second. If you give him that look?

He sighs, rubs the back of his neck, and admits fault. “Yeah, yeah, my bad…”

You didn’t even say anything. He just knows.

• If someone else tries to get him to do something, he refuses, they’ll fail. But the second they say, “(name) told you to do it.” He clicks his tongue, already moving.

“…Should’ve just said that from the start.”

• He will purposely push boundaries around others but with you, there’s this invisible line he never crosses.

Even while teasing, he watches your reaction closely, adjusting instantly the moment you look even slightly displeased.

• When you jokingly pet him and coo, “Who’s a good boy?”

“Obviously me.”

There’s zero hesitation. No shame. Just full acceptance that he wants that praise from you.

𝐋𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐀 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐑

• Leona is used to being the final word in any situation. His authority is unquestioned… except when it comes to you.

If you say something, it overrides everything, even his own stubborn pride.

• No one, not Ruggie, not Jack, can get him up from his naps. They’ve tried everything.

But you?

“Leona, get up.”

“…Tch.”

And just like that, he’s sitting up, eyes half-lidded, already moving because you told him to.

• Whenever Leona refuses to attend something important, everyone has learned the trick,

Get you.

You walk in, tell him once, and suddenly he’s on his feet.

He complains the whole time, dragging himself along but his arm naturally settles over your shoulder, staying close as he follows.

• Even professors have caught on. If Leona skips class, they quietly inform you instead. The next thing they know, Leona strolls in late, irritated but present.

It’s the only method that works.

• If someone else orders him around, they’ll get a glare or worse.

But when you do it, even softly

“Leona, come with me.”

He sighs, annoyed… yet already standing, towering behind you as if it was always his idea to follow.

• He will still question you out of habit.

“Why should I do it?”

But he’s already doing exactly what you asked while saying it. His actions betray him every time.

• When Leona is half-asleep and you call his name softly, his ears twitch before anything else.

A low hum leaves him as he cracks one eye open

not annoyed… just acknowledging you.

• During arguments, Leona doesn’t back down for anyone.

But with you?

He will go quiet mid-sentence if you intervene. Not because he lost,

but because you said enough.

𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐘𝐃 𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐂𝐇

• Floyd’s moods are unpredictable, dangerously so but the moment you’re around, he stabilizes in a way that surprises everyone.

Azul and Jade always make sure you’re nearby when the Lounge gets busy. You’re the only one who can keep him focused on his tasks.

• He’ll scroll lazily through food options, clearly uninterested and too lazy to cook.

“What should we eat…”

But when you pout and say, “I want your cooking”

He’s already standing up, grinning wide.

“So what does my shrimpy want, huh?”

His entire focus shifts to you instantly.

• Whatever you want becomes his new favorite thing. You don’t even need to insist, just casually say it, and he’s already doing it, excited like it was his idea all along.

• During basketball practice or games, his teammates strategically place you front and center.

Because if Floyd sees you?

He plays seriously. He wins. He behaves.

You’re basically their secret weapon.

• When you praise him or give him attention, he melts into it in his own chaotic way, clingy, playful but undeniably obedient to your voice above all others.

• When Floyd starts getting restless, his voice dropping, his smile turning sharp, everyone tenses.

But then you call him. “Floyd.”

Instantly, his expression softens into something lighter, his attention snapping to you like nothing else matters.

• He loves testing boundaries with others… but never yours.

The moment you say “no” even playfully, he pauses, then grins.

“Okay~ only ‘cause it’s you.”

• If you ever look upset, his entire mood shifts.

The playful tone disappears, replaced with something quieter, more focused.

“Who did it?”

And if you tell him to leave it alone…he listens. Barely. But he listens, for you.

𝐕𝐈𝐋 𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐄𝐍𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐓

• Vil is someone who trusts his own judgment above all, his standards are absolute. And yet… your opinion slips past all of that effortlessly.

• You compliment a scent once, just once.

“it suits you.”

From that day forward, it becomes part of his signature. Not because he doubts himself… but because you noticed it.

• You admire a certain lipstick shade, calling it pretty. Suddenly, it appears more often in his looks.

Subtle, intentional, like a quiet acknowledgment meant only for you.

• Before any photoshoot, no matter how prepared he is, he’ll always turn to you for a final look.

“Well?”

And he genuinely waits for your approval before stepping forward, trusting your eyes as much as his own.

• Even when he already has a preference, like choosing a pink shade.

if you say “I like the red one”

he doesn’t hesitate.

He picks red.

Because if it’s what you want, then it must be the right choice.

• If you casually mention liking something on him, it becomes a recurring choice.

Not excessively, but enough that you’ll notice.

A quiet pattern meant just for you.

• If you fix something on him, his collar, his hair, a smudge.

He goes still, allowing it without a word.

There’s a quiet intimacy in that moment, in the way he lets you handle him so closely.

• When you praise him, not as a fan, but as you.

it hits deeper than any applause.

It’s the one validation he never grows immune to.

• With you, Vil doesn’t lose control, he chooses to give it.

And that makes it all the more powerful.

Okay but consider gator!reader and gator!price

You, this giant alligator hybrid, who's a tank on the field getting trapped under a building. Poor foundation, paired with IEDs and people anxious to escape leads to you getting crushed under concrete and rebar.

Suddenly, all that strength leaves you, fear takes over and you can't stop the chirps that stumble out of your mouth. High pitched and ringing in the silence like a siren.

Any training price has had goes out the window, that shaky cry awakening something deep and primal in him to protect his young. Even as gaz and ghost yell at him about potential danger, price is pressing forward.

Price has never had to use his real, genuine strength before, heaving slabs off of you with a growl. The rest is a blur that will end up on a classified file in some cabinet, but you do remember the ride back.

You're really just an intern, some kid who got in because of their family when they should be in college, but you're good enough. Usually price hardly has to make any edits to your work when it ends up on his desk, which is always a plus.

The only thing is you keep...following ghost around.

Not without reason, you always seem to have some report or something you need to talk with him about. But with you at his side, ears perked up and constantly adjusting your speed whenever he shifts...

"I know what yer doing, runt." He finally huffs one day, eyes narrowed. "It's fuckin' rude. Stop it."

"...what? Sir, I don't understand?" You tilt your head, brows furrowed, ears pinned in confusion "I do need your opinion on this stuff, I'm not trying to waste your time–"

"Fuckin' hell. Not that." Ghost cuts off, stopping in the middle of the hallway. He watches as you walk along his side, trying to push him to the edge without actually touching him. Trying to herd him.

"Yer herding. Stop it." He gives a pointed look, grabbing you by the scruff to stop the constant shifting.

"What? What's that?" You ask, which is...not the answer ghost expected. Most dog hybrids he's met have smelt that he's a sheep and just assumed they could treat him like one. You seem to be completely unaware of your own behavior, acting more on instinct. Huh.

"Nothing. Forget it." He lets you go and stalks off.

After that, ghost observes how you act around the others. He notices the same behavior, how you try to herd soap or kyle, but being fellow dogs they just laugh and bark with you.

Ghost actually snorts in amusement when he notices you doing the same to price, and it actually working. Herding the captain while he's busy reading a report and not at all paying attention to the pole he would've walked into.

So I go by Seren and I was born in August which makes me a Virgo sun! I've always questioned my gender so I kinda just vibe? I dont really care what people refer to me as but I usually will use She/They pronouns. My sensuality has also been something I have questioned and I feel as though I have landed with Demisexual. I just can't really feel much attraction without knowing ya better!

For Twisted wonderland... there are a few characters I just know I wouldn't be completely compatible with: Riddle, Ace, Jack, Azul, Kalim, Vil, Sebek and if we wish to include staff Crowley.

As for Haikyuu, There's really only a couple: Kenma, Oikawa, Hinata, Kageyama, Yamaguchi, Kindaichi.

I have a lot of self esteem issues along with both medical and mental health so I need someone who wouldn't mind being asked 20 million times if they still loved me and someone who isn't scared of needles incase I need help with my meds. On a bit of a more sensitive topic, I have been in an abusive relationship before so they also need to understand and be gentle regarding some of my trauma. I need someone who is also open to exploring different cuisines because while I can't eat tons an tons of food, I am still a foodie.

I am around 5'7 or 170cm and while I am not comfortable exposing the number of my weight, I am plus size. I have an apron belly and more of a pearish hourglass figure along with a chest this is around a DDD cup if it matters. I constantly wear glasses which are similar to the circle ones Harry Potter wears. I have curly hair which is a brown color and around shoulder length with bangs. Hazel eyes and a rounder face with chubby cheeks.

Positives: Creative, Cheerful (normally), Kind, Caring, Loyal, Clever (can be),

Negatives: Absentminded(sometimes), Emotional, Self-conscious, Stubborn, Argumentative(Won't start them but will finish them), Clumsy

So I will start off with some favorites! I love the color Yellow though Green and Purple are a close 2nd and 3rd. My favorite season is Winter because of how cozy it is (also because I run way to warm and winter makes me feel normal). My favorite flower is a Sunflower and I dream of having a garden of them! I love cats and have two of my own named Hera and Olympia. I love lemon flavored, scented and themed things (I even have lemon themed PJs). I work as a Teaching assistant for preschoolers and as a children's librarian assistant and at my library job I run a board game club! I adore playing DnD and Video games (some favs being AC Oddessey, COD MW 1, 2 and 3, Unpacking, House Flipper) I also love to sing and dance, have been doing it since I was little. I enjoy writing and reading though I have always been better at Math. I adore swimming, and when I was little my Nana had to drag me outta the pool to get me to stop swimming even when my lips were purple. I like pop culture and enjoy watching anime (most recent one is delicious in dungeon) and listening to kpop(Dreamcatcher and Stray Kids are my favs). I do some acting and was recently in my first musical 9 to 5 by Dolly Parton. I know how to crochet, though not very well and I also do Diamond art painting. I love collecting cookbooks and putting tabs on the pages I wish to try. I speak a little bit of German and adore going and doing things. Anything from museums to theme parks to escape rooms.

I think that's about it?! Hope you have a good day!

Omg happy birthday! I hope you like your matchup! I made yours extra long as a present, which is why the second half is under the cut. I hope that's okay!

From Twisted Wonderland, I match you with Epel!

You honestly wouldn't have to even ask Epel if he loves you. He is very open and honest about how down bad he is for you. I wouldn't necessarily call him old-fashioned, but he is a loverboy at heart and I will die on that hill. He definitely grew up seeing that old, sweet style of love from the older people in his town, and he would love you very similarly. It's a soft, cozy kind of love that you can always be assured in.

This man is not scared one bit when it comes to needles. If you ever need help with any of your medication, he's by your side in a heartbeat. No fear, no hesitation. He might need a bit of guidance the first time though, as he's not really used to handling needles. Once he gets the hang of it though, he's basically a pro.

Epel may be a bit rough-and-tumble, but he is very gentle when it counts. He's patient and understanding, especially when it comes to your situation. The relationship will move entirely at your pace, and he will only do what you're comfortable with. If you're wary of physical affection, he'll show you love through gifts and words of affirmations instead. He's also a big acts of service person, so that's his main love language. And, if you are okay with physical affection, he's always so gentle with you. He doesn't treat you like glass, but he holds you like you're his whole world, and to him, you are.

You are pretty much exactly what I headcanon Epel's type to be. He is a tad bit insecure about being shorter than you, but he gets over it fairly quickly. He would never tell you about that small insecurity of course, as he would never want to upset you with something like that. Like I said, it only lasts for a little bit, and then he's absolutely smitten with everything about you. He thinks you're the most gorgeous person he's ever seen, and if you ever step into a room, he cannot take his eyes off of you. It's almost embarrassing how easily he folds.

All of your positive traits compliment Epel very well. He's not particularly creative, but he is very proficient when it comes to carving. His hometown is also known for their markets filled with various homemade trinkets, so I wouldn't be surprised if he picked up on some skills from the people around him. While he isn't particularly cheerful, he is very excitable. He's energetic and wild and loves to goof off with you. Despite all that energy, he is still very kind and caring as well. He definitely shows this through the little things, like remembering your favorite snack and bringing it to you after a long day of classes. Naturally, Epel is very loyal. He is absolutely willing to go to war for you if you asked. Once you're in his close circle, he is basically your personal guard dog. He can also be quite clever as well, and I can definitely see you two being silly and goofing around with sarcastic comments and comebacks.

I also think he balances a lot of your negative traits out pretty well. Because of his training with Vil, Epel is very good at concentrating when he needs to. This means that, if you're ever distracted or forgetting something, he's right there to set you back on track. It's okay to be emotional, and Epel tells you as much. He isn't scared of your feelings; in fact, he deals with them head on. If you're ever angry or sad or self-conscious, he is right by your side to help you sort those feelings out. He can certainly also be stubborn and argumentative, but never with you. You may get into silly little arguments here and there, like who has to take out the trash or who has to wash the dishes, but it's never serious. He will never genuinely fight with you, even if he's upset. As for your clumsiness, Epel is a lot stronger than he looks, and he can absolutely catch you if you trip or stumble. If you accidentally injure yourself, he's there to patch you up without question, even if he might tease you a little bit. It's always out of love though.

It's a good think you like winter considering Harveston gets a lot of snow every year. He invites you over every winter break and plans a ton of winter activities for you to do together. If you ever tell Epel you like sunflowers, he will absolutely start growing them at home for you. He'd get kind of embarrassed if you ask him about it, but he's also proud of his work. He also begins growing lemons so that he can make lemon-flavored snacks for you like tarts and pastries. Like I said, lots of gift giving and acts of service with him.

He's not very big into board games or video games, but he will always be down to play if you ask. He does get very competitive though, so watch out. Because of Vil's training, Epel is also a decent singer and dancer, even if he can be a bit shy about it. If you ever ask him to sing a duet with you or be your dance partner, he would be a bit shy about it for a few seconds before getting really into it. Since Epel has a lot of energy and athleticism, I can see him enjoying swimming with you.

He's not very familiar with anime or kpop as they're not his preferred forms of entertainment, but he'll listen to/watch anything you recommend. I personally think he would love a good action anime or sports anime. Something with a lot of visuals and action, like Haikyuu or Hunter x Hunter.

I'm not sure if Epel himself can crochet, but his grandma certainly can. If you do visit his hometown, she is always there to give you pointers. Plus, her teaching also comes with embarrassing childhood stories of Epel, much to his dismay. She also definitely taught Epel how to cook, so you and him regularly cook together and try out recopies you may find. It's a regular date activity for you. Speaking of which, both of you are very adventurous when it comes to dates. Every date is at a new spot or trying a new activity. Everything is always an adventure with Epel.

From Haikyuu, I match you with Sugawara!

I cannot find reports of specifically nsfw work being removed, but the list in question had "knives" in it.

There is a google workspace blogpost from 2019 announcing the ai will now also check grammar.

The google docs program policies were updated May 2025 (subheader Child Sexual abuse). All other headers have been the same since August 2024 or before. Clicking through to google's efforts to combat online csam faq's reveals that they do use automated detection and machine learning classifiers to do this but claim this is then always reviewed by a human specialist review team.

None of this proves the claim that google ai scans for nsfw works and deletes those. At this point in time that is still unverifiable. Additionally, user reports of stuff getting deleted/getting locked out of accounts are all different. Some lose acces to a file, some to their account, some can only not share a certain file. Different types of information appears to be the culprit (list of movies, mention of knives, picture of a 19 year old - in trash folder).

I want to bring you (YES YOU) into this AU.

For anyone new here I'm Opal. Over the past few years I've worked on a Twst AU that puts Yuu in the forefront. Each Yuu is unique in their own way and have their own personal story.

The current timeline is set but I'd like to give you the chance to use the module and rules I created to make your own Yuu.

Here I've left some links to get an idea of what I mean:

Past lives , Denizens, Culture/Religion

All I want is for you to create your own Yuu based on the lore created. While your Yuu might not fit into the current cast it doesn't mean you can't make a place for them.

Yuu characters can exist anywhere and everywhere in Twisted Wonderland (with some difficulties) so they aren't locked to the school and can be any age. What is your Yuu's story? Where did they come from? How have they survived in this world? Do they go to another school? Do the schools even exist yet? What are their thoughts on the culture and religion amin their time? Are they awakened? How do they feel about that?

(The aim of this challenge isn't to make another NRC Yuu. Honestly id prefer if you didn't. We have plenty of those. I want to know how you use the lore of this AU to your own ends. What is your creative twist? What kind of places can you make up and what characters can you create? Let me peak into your mind for a sec and see.)

It's simple. Use this template to start:

Name / Title: Include any epithets you like, fairy tale-style names, or nicknames (e.g., "The Thorn-Kissed," "Whisper Underfoot," "The Boy With the Clockwork Heart").

Denizen Type: Some Denizens come out a bit warped. They might be a mer, fea, harpy, cryptid or any other type of being in this world depending on their luck of the draw. There really is no predicting.

Known As: What do others call them? Are they feared, loved, forgotten, or mythologized?

Gift/Blessing: Each Remembered (or Denizen) has a singular, impossible gift—something they do better than anyone else, often rooted in a forgotten life. Example: “She could make anything bloom,” or “He always knew when someone was lying, even before they spoke.”

Forgotten Past: What was their first life? Do they remember who they were before this world? If so, how much? If not, describe the glimpses or strange feelings they carry.

Origin Story: What was their life like in Twisted Wonderland? Who raised them? Do they have friends? How did they harness their gift?

Affiliations:

The Blooming Black (Cult)

The Church of the Pristine White

Neutral

Hunted by Both

Protected by ____

Unknown

Belief About the Prophecy Child: Do they revere, fear, pity, or reject the Prophesied Child story? Do they see themself as a continuation, a warning, or something else?

Tale Fragment/Folk Saying About Them: A line of poetry, song, or rumor about them passed through generations or cult scripture.

Their Wish: To get to Twisted Wonderland they must die with a last unfulfilled wish to match their tragic end. What was theirs that granted them a new life.

The mood is gone

✦gn!reader

✦ characters: Trey, Leona, Floyd, Jamil, Idia, Lilia

✦slightly smut

✦how the boys would react when things are just about to get heated with their beloved… and then bam! someone barges in, killing the mood.

“please, make yourself comfortable”

After a few more cups of bear blood, the water has cooled down, and you finally have enough strength to bathe. As you soak, the 141 takes care of your cottage.

Laundry's done, and your bed linens are clean again. The windows are wiped, and the floors are swept and mopped. Any traces of blood are taken care of, as well. Your one tomato plant has been watered, and the air is fresh once more, free from the stench of death.

Every now and then, the men check up on you to make sure you’re still above water and conscious. After tidying up, they take a seat at your kitchen table, their own beverages in hand as they concoct a plan for your rearing.

On paper, it's a simple three-step process:

-Keep an eye on you. -Make sure you feed. -And keep you out of the Sun.

You won't enjoy step three all too much, this they know. While it's true that most of the myths are hooey, vampires are still primarily a nocturnal race.

"Until she's five, she's nothin' but a snowflake," Simon says. "But the Sun's the least of our problems if she doesn't feed regularly."

"She will make it to her fifth year," Price reassures Simon. He nods, "She's a strong one."

"Not if she skips meals," Simon pushes back. "It's good that she's drinkin' now, but fledglings can still be stubborn and put off feeding." Simon often skipped feeding in his own youth and had to be force-fed on occasion. He doesn't want to resort to that with you. "I'm not doubting her, but…"

"We're all worried, Lt.," Johnny voices everyone's concerns. "But she's got us now. And I'm wit' Price on this; fledgie's got a good heart and a proper head on her shoulders." The Scot's hand overlaps with Simon's. "We're her best chance at survival. We just gotta guide her." Simon's fingers then interlock with Johnny's in silent thanks.

"We still need to reconsider her living arrangements," Kyle frowns before taking a sip of deer. "She'll be spending most of the first two years in shadows, and keeping her in this little cottage won't do her any good."

"Think we could convince her to move to the estate?" Johnny hopes. "Bigger with a lotta space, plenty of gazebos that'll be beneficial whenever she wants to go outside." He pauses, frowning as he hears himself talking. "Damn, sounds like we're discussing a dog," he mutters, ashamed.

"We'll discuss things further when she gets out, but we have a better chance with moving," John counters back.

"Does she have any family?" Kyle asks next. "Anyone who'll miss her?"

"Amos said she's on her own. She has no one to call or reach out to. He didn't give specifics, but family's not in her contacts."

"Hmph, only a few good reasons why," Simon says with a scoff.

"Whatever the reason, we're gonna be there for her," Kyle affirms.

The bathroom door creaks open, and a light pit-pat is paired with the faint sound of water draining. Dressed and wrapped in a warm, cozy robe, you appear from the hallway, cheeks plush and warm. Not quite yet full, but you're in a much better state than before.

"Well, lookit ya," Johnny grins. "Lookin' better already."

The men clearly made themselves at home. But Simon's pulled up your recliner, and Johnny's using its ottoman.

"Oh! Mr. MacTavish, Mr. Riley, I got two extra, proper chairs in the hall closet that you can use," you tell them politely.

"Oh, this is fine, lass," Johnny waves you off. "No need to concern yerself fer us."

You take a deep breath, pulling your lips into a thin line. "My ottomans aren't for sitting, sir," you try to explain. "And the recliner will mess up my wooden floors…"

"Ohh, got ya, got ya!" They're immediately up, both he and Simon putting the furniture back in their place as you retrieve the appropriate seating. "Jus' like me nan," Johnny mutters to himself.

After soft rummaging and clattering, you soon return with two wooden chairs in your hands, mismatched to the other two at the table. "Ah, let me get those, fledgie," Kyle offers, already walking over.

"I got them," you said, pulling the chairs away as he reaches for them. But Kyle wasn't having it.

"Love, you need to save your energy and rest," the pretty Sergeant sang to you. "You need all the strength you can get."

Your lips stretch into a thinner line. He's doing that thing again, you think. Tickling my ears…

"I'm able to carry two chairs, Mr. Garrick," I try to tell him. "I may be low on energy, but I'm still strong enough to do it myself. And you four are guests in my house."

The pretty bastard has the nerve to smile and tilt his head at you. "Yes, we are the guests, but we're also your caretakers now," he says. "And we want to make sure you're comfortable. Besides, we're former military. We're used to little to no comforts. Now, won't you let me carry those chairs for you?" He even dips his chin down and hits you with the puppy eyes. "Please?"

Simon looks to where God should be while the two Johns are merely amused. Whining, you relent and let go of the chairs. "Fine, but only because you asked real nice," you said.

Definitely not because he can croon and sway my emotions like the pretty bird he is. Most certainly not that.

"Thank you, darling," and Kyle takes the chairs to Simon and Johnny, but the former doesn't sit down.

"Park it here, fledgie," he snaps to the chair. You try to protest, but, "Nah, go on. You need it more than I do." Not wanting to make a fuss, you oblige, with the Lieutenant standing by. "There. That better?"

"…Yeah."

"Now, love," John begins, resting his arms atop the table, "we need to discuss your first five years. As of now, you're very weak as a fledgling."

"I bet so," you comment.

"You have no immunity to sunlight," John continues. "You step outside, you're ash."

"So you're saying that for five years, I have to stay outta the Sun?" you frown. "But I see a lot of vampires walk in the daylight."

"They're older," Johnny explains. "Fledglings such as yerself are still sensitive to the rays, but the time'll fly by. Gone before ye ken it!"

Kyle comes from the kitchen to bring you a fresh, warm cup of more bear, before sitting back down. "And by the end of your second year," he chimes in, "you'll be able to step outside on a cloudy day."

"I can't even step out on cloudy days?" you whine. Kyle sucks in a breath.

John sighs and decides to take back the reins of the conversation. "Your first five years are crucial. You won't be locked away, and you'll be free to do whatever you want. But to an extent and with our supervision."

"Like a child," you state it in simple terms.

"As our ward," Simon corrects.

"So you four are my guardians?"

"Your sires," John specifies. "Unofficial, but you'll be our responsibility for the foreseeable future."

"A vamp can have more than one sire?"

"It's unorthodox, but not completely uncommon," Kyles steps back in. "Usually it's when more than one vampire wants to… well, what's the best way to put this?"

"Co-parent?" Simon suggests. Kyle shakes his head. "Share?"

Another shake, "Nah, not quite."

"Yer both making it harder than it needs to be," Johnny rolls his eyes. "If more than one vampire wants to sire ye, they do it to for a deeper connection tied through the fledgling," he tells you. "It can be familial, platonic, or romantic; whatever brings them closer to their young one."

"What type is it with me then?" you ask. The soldiers glanced at each other, uncertain, not expecting such a question so soon. "I don't… quite have you four figured out yet, and if things somehow… get weird—"

"It's whatever you want it to be," John cuts in. "No type of relationship will be forced upon you. It will be what you want it to be." He pushes your cup of bear blood closer to you. "It's the sire's duty to cater to their fledgling's needs. While the fledgling learns control and discipline, and to depend on their sire. Or sires. And no matter what develops, we'll be there for you."

You look back at the cup, reflecting once again on your limited options. Only option. Close your eyes. Take a deep breath in, and let it out. Open your eyes.

"What happens after five years?" you ask.

"We'll cross that bridge when we get there," John says as he takes up his own mug.

As he sips, exuding an air of authority and control, something tickles in the back of your brain. Something simultaneously great and small. Fierce and mild. Something beautiful yet… fearsome. A shiver rides up your spine, nearly convulsing as you straighten your posture.

You don't even notice the four, brief smiles hidden away.

Licking his lips, John lowers the cup. "There's much more to discuss," he continues, "but let's not rush things. You've been through a lot these past few weeks." A cool hand reaches for you, holding little warmth from the mug, and its size dwarfs your own. The physical contact tickles you again, but you keep your composure. "For now, we want you to rest. Can you do that for us?"

Taking your own cup and sipping the contents, you sigh. "Yeah, I can do that for ya."

Holy shit, fledgie, the four men think to themselves.

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He gets scolded. Probably punished. They’re not allowed to turn people without express permission from Price to do so, and he’s gone and disobeyed. He couldn’t help himself, he says— saw you wandering the beach alone and knew you needed a forever home. That you’d make a beautiful creature of the night. that his coven would adore you— just look at that face— red tint soaking into your irises, little baby fangs pressing against your bottom lip as you bite it nervously, a few drops of Johnny’s blood still smeared at the corners of your mouth.

By all accounts, they should kill you and start him on some sort of punishment for the next decade. That tends to be how it goes when a vampire tries to undermine the sire of the coven.

But he was right. You are a cute little thing. Already settled onto Nikolai’s lap while they’re deciding if you should live or die. You’re a little too hazy from dying to really follow the conversation in any meaningful way. You’re tired and blood-hungry, your eyelids fluttering as you get bounced on his knee.