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thepeonysbackup · 9 months ago

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◇Dry Humping◇

Pairing: Alastor x Fem!Reader

Summary: Gumbo, a soup that brings out more then just the taste of its ingredients, but desire from within from a source only taste can trigger. A broth that acts as a honey sculpted cup that holds the aphrodisiac to the minds most fondest of memories. Affection. That is its purest name.

Tags: Mdni, boring plot, dub con (She ultimately enjoys it), dry humping, something I came up with on the spot.

Word count: 2.2k (not proofread)

Request: Yes/No

Part two at: Meal Time

As you stirred the ladel within the large deep pot from your place at the stove, atop your stool with your apron. You gently leaned over the pot as steam rose, inhaling the heated air so you could smell your progress, it was daring to graze the mark of heavenly, much to your excitement as you shifted to finish chopping up the vegetables that were set up on a chopping board on the off side of the stove as the radio played soft jazz in the background.

Being the kind and sweet little vixen you were, you thought you'd do the hotel a favor by cooking the rest of the staff a meal. Taking care to check on the individuals before you went all in on your choice. Angel wanted Asian food, claiming that he'd seen one of the girls at his work snacking on rice balls and wanted some too. Husk said he'd been craving seafood, groaning about how none of the places near the hotel had anything good to sell. Vaggie was bias, 'okay with whatever was cooking in your noggin' in her own words while Charlie urged you to surprise her with excited squeal. Nifty had ended up finding you before you could her, and then handed you a bag of maggots that were still very much alive and asked for a paste. Creepy, but you said okay before actually thinking it through. Pentious had taken a rather long while of thinking before he settled on soup, he wanted a tomato soup. That left you puzzled at what you could possibly make for everyone to equally enjoy, because fusing palletts with rices and seafood was a breeze, but adding a soup into the mix? Oh dear, your idea was becoming difficult to come into flourishan as you trekked down the halls of the hotel to locate the facility manager and overlord whom was currently residing in his pocket dimension like room, which never seemed to stay in a singular one of them, but shift everytime he wanted it moved. So it was a game of chance, knocking on every door you knew as vacant before finally having one opened by the smiling radio demon. He held his cane in the same hand that he had for the door, the other arm folded behind him as he tilted his head to the right in question down at you. "A meal, you say? My, I was going out this evening but I must ask what it is!" He had enthusiastically voiced through his static, but when you said you hadn't decided yet because of how different everyone's cravings were he seemed interested in also giving an option to you. "You always choose Jambalaya, why not another meal?" You complained while thinking of what you could do with all these choices. "I'm afraid it's Jambalaya, my dear. Unless you have any access to some truly delicious venison!" He chuckled out, lightly twirling his cane in his hand as he tapped it on the ground so he could lean his chin on the handle. This was so unfair, what could you possibly make that would—

"Wait, Jambalaya- Jambalaya, Cajun‐ Cajun means that rice, shrimp and- Yes, wait, hold on- Soup- Tomatoes- Vegetables and add extra meat like chicken and venison—" You babbled quickly aloud, drawing Alastors attention a bit more. He cocked a brow at you, lips thinning out as he grinned at your unintelligible banter, "My Dear, you must speak up. I simply can't understand anything when you mumble." He straightened himself up so he could examine his nails as you let out an excited noise, in all fairness it was so sudden that he had every right to tense up as you grabbed his arms suddenly in a tight grasp so you could pull him towards you, "You're a Genius Al, thank you!" You beamed, bouncyness following your stride as you began to quickly make your way back down the hallway to the stairs after letting him go like you hadn't even realized that his static was buzzing like a hornet around the two of you. You were something alright.

As you had just finished throwing the rest of the vegetables into the pot, you pulled out the spices from the lazy susan on the counter, choosing the more mild spices and only about four drops of tabasco before the basil and parsley were dashed in on top. Now the lid was placed, holding in the mouth watering scents that were to come later when they were ready. The music continued, your figure bopping gently around the kitchen as you began to get the plates ready with the rice, plopping large scoops into the bowls so you could hallow them out by pressed them inward with the bottom of the ladel you were using. At the bottom of each of the rice bowls you'd made, you added thoroughly cooked slices of venison to everyone's except Al's and Niftys. Those two were getting their own special snacks added in, the maniacs. Al's bowl got raw, uncooked deer meat at the bottom instead that and a few on a plate below his bowl that had the maggot paste for the side dip. Niftys maggot paste was poured into her bowl and topped with raw shrimp and then the cooked venison. After all of them were prepped, you picked up a rag and wiped your forehead because all you had to do was wait just a bit longer.

"Ah, so you're really cooking. I would have assumed the hotel would be in flames if anyone else were to take a chance in this room, of course Nifty can make some delicious demon spik."

"Haha, very funny Al." Your back was facing the radio demon, ears on alert as his footsteps slowly but casually drew him over to your bubbling pot, inhaling while lightly using his hand to bring the scent of the steam rising from the sides of the lid. He made a delighted noise, static almost completely gone as his claws grasped the handle of the lid and tugged it off, steam bursting upwards to show the contents within. “Well, this sure isn't Jambalaya but by good golly it's gumbo! How clever of you, little darling!” He spoke loudly, amused and seemingly with a truly gleeful smile on his face as his other hand grabbed your waist to pull you near him as he examined your work, nose catching whiff of a different scent near as well. “And if my nose doesn't deceive me," He inhaled deeply near your ear, nose just barely grazing your cheek as he leaned further up until his head was resting above yours, using his height to allow himself to break character for a moment, his eyes turning wide with dials fixed in the center as blood stains began to run down his chin from how hard he was grinning,

"₮Ⱨ₳₮ ĐɆⱠɆ₵₮₳฿ⱠɆ ₴₵Ɇ₦₮ ł₴ VɆ₦ł₴Ø₦.."

The harsh sound of his static made you wince, body tensed further, “Yes, I thought it would be a nice addition, the meats flavor is a bit different and so when you eat it with the broth i-it tastes mildly spicier then without it.” His voice buzzed, a satisfied noise leaving him as he side stepped around you, now back to his normal cheery grin as he took hold of one of the raw slabs of venison and dangled it above his mouth before slowly opening his jaws like a snake threatening to attack. Then, with a swift move, he clamped down on the thin piece of meat and tore it out of his hand in a single whip of her head to the side. “Truly a marvelous snack you've provided here, darling doe.” His nicknames were slowly progressing to more dearing comparisons, making you flush as you lifted you ladel and placed it back into the pot to stir it, but not before you climbed back onto your stool to do so.

Time went by as you cooked, Alastor remaining hovering with his quiet buzz of static as he enjoyed the meat that you had to offer, the fact that you had taken so much time just to get everything you had needed for him making him feel as though he was more important, even if you were making dinner for everyone. His eyes held true to your figure, that smile that forever kept its place on his face widening as he slowly lost himself in thought as he observed your lips lightly shy away from the utensil you'd pulled from the hot boil to get a taste of the broth, the contents being too hot to consume so suddenly before you blew on it. He reveled in the way you moaned at the creamy liquid, eyes shutting blissfully as a hand came to cover your lips like it would hide the long trickle of the broth from his sight. No, he saw it, and how he craved to be the very thing that would lick the taste off you, the tongue that would replace your own that darted so quickly out to take the drop for itself. That, nostalgic.. that warm and soft, dare he say heavenly taste from your lips, from your tongue. Alastors static began to grow in volume, his body inching closer to yours on the stool as he felt a growing pain from below at your half bent over form over the stovetop. “Do you often leave yourself so openly vulnerable to just anybody.. or… Am I just lucky?” He asked, suddenly right against your ear from behind, both hands atop each of yours as his physique pressed you into the dangerously hot Kitchenware. “What?-” You had asked, bewildered at the sudden change in atmosphere the room was in just moments ago.

Alastor hadn't really heard you, ears pressing back into his head as he pressed his crotch against the plush softness of your ruffled skirt, lightly moving the fabric of his bulge against your rear in slow rolls of his hips. It was sudden, hesitant almost, as if Al hadn't been planning for this to happen whatsoever. “I asked you a question, hmpf- d-dearest..” He hushed against the back of your neck, nipping it with his teeth with a hiss, his hands that had yours pinned down gripping harder to keep you in place as the stretchy fabric of your skirt rode up on your ass at the force used in his motions. The friction had you boggled in the brain, a few noises of concerned pleasure rising up into your throat as you thought hard about his question. “Ahn- N—no-..” She answered, earning a tut from the overlord behind her, the fabric of your panties were getting bunched up and pulled down about half way, “That's not a proper answer, now is it Mon Cher?” A little cry escaped you, the feeling of his pants rough texture against your soft petals making tears of overstimulation well in your big doe eyes. “I-I— I don't know- I can't- Ouu- Fuck!-” Alastor hushed you, a hand freeing one of yours so his could trail up to your neck so it could wrap around it in a firm grip. Your pretty face being cranned upwards and back so he could see the fucked out blissful expression on your face as your own hand reeled back to hold fast against his hip, a last attempt to push him away being futile as his movements became more spurred by you noises, faster and faster. "Such vulgarity," He groaned into your ear, breath hot and growling excitedly, "Speak again, speak to me. Tell me how you crave more, Mon Cher-" Your voice called to him, his name slipping past your lips like a hymn, a lament, a song.

Oh, how he adored your voice, strained and laced with need.

How he desired more as the coil in his mind snapped, antlers growing in size as he hunched over and into your back, head lightly using you as stability while his demonic form grew, long arms and gnarly claws digging into your clothes enough to tear the flesh, not only fabric. The dials of his eyes spun, his legs buckling as your bare cunts juices flowed lazily down his front, the warmth he felt as he released as well pulling a guttural growl from his throat as the both of you eased into a slower more controlled pace.

This hadn't gone as planned, but he sure as hell wasn't complaining.

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mushroom-gt · 3 years ago

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to die, to sleep

(i, uh... i may have gone. slightly off the rails with this. it was supposed to be a simple introductory piece for morty. and it still is, but it also somehow wound up at 4k words? and is one of my favourite things ive ever written. so... please enjoy! i think it’s relatively self-explanatory but if it’s confusing, give this post a read. cw for canon-typical corpse eating.)

The first human you ever met was dead.

It had been dead for quite a long time, by your estimate. Most of its flesh had gone missing, scoured clean by maggots and hungry beasts, exposing mouldering bones to air. What skin remained was crisp and pulled taut and looked as though it would crumble to nothing. Its filth-stained clothing was little more than rags. No carrying-bag or supplies to be found about its resting place. A far cry from the ones you’d seen fed to your kin in the court, all full and wet and fresh, still oozing from all the places they’d been opened. Dripping ambrosia from their eyes.

This one had no eyes left. Your fingers found only shallow pits in its skull as you poked and prodded at it. You knew you oughtn’t have played with your food, but you had always been intrigued by the doomed intruders and their strange, lifeless forms. No one was around to tell you off for indulging your curiosity, anyhow. If the human had any objections to your exploration of its corpse, it didn’t voice them.

So you moved its limbs around, twisted its head from side to side, inspected it everywhere. It was unexpectedly brittle—one of its hands snapped right off with the slightest bit of pressure. Shame. But it was mostly bone, so not any real loss. When you dragged a claw over its ribs and cut into it, you found a banquet of flesh-fruits hidden inside, partially rotten and sticking to each other. Fascinating. It had so many little parts. You’d always assumed they were that same uniform red all the way through. They squished and squelched as you rolled them around and rearranged them.

But you could only toy with it for so long before its scent stirred up your appetite.

You were a changeling, after all. That was what you were made for. To absorb and replace. Its name, its face, its memories, yours. Its friends, its family, yours. Its place in the world, yours. All yours. Only yours. Delicious.

You smushed the parts you’d strewn about back together, roughly where you thought they belonged. Stitched the skin shut with your own tendrils. It probably didn’t matter, but presentation was important to you. It was still a sad and lean thing, not much meat left to it, falling apart even as you lifted it from the ground. But you weren’t picky. A meal was a meal. A life was a life. And so you frayed open a mouth and braced yourself to become someone new.

…

Something was wrong.

Knowledge and impressions and recollections from a life not your own seeped from melting flesh into the threads of your body, but… not enough. Not nearly enough.

You were a man. You were born on the sixth of February. You liked to wear plaid. You had a seafood allergy and lived alone and took piano lessons on the weekends when you didn’t have your daughter.

That was it.

You hadn’t even gotten a name. Or a face. Or a home. You didn’t know what a “piano” or a “seafood” was. You barely learned anything from him. Playing with his organs had been more educational. How were you supposed to replace him when you’d gotten a few shreds of an identity at best?

You couldn’t. Obviously. You’d need to keep searching.

You spat out his contemptible bones, picked clean of anything useful, and let them clatter to the ground. What a disappointment. What a waste. The first human you’d ever met, and they didn’t even have the decency to let you wear them. Ugh. Pointless. Stupid.

You were about to stalk off into the trees to sulk when one last bit of bone caught in what was supposed to be your throat. When you hacked it up into your hand, you found that it was his skull, small and round and fragile. A split-second instinct told you to crush it into powder, but… Holding it in your palm, staring into empty sockets that once held eyes everyone told him were his father’s, something churned inside you. Something that wasn’t hunger. Something unfamiliar. You felt…

… Bad.

You looked back at the pile of bones, and suddenly the feeling sharpened and swelled in your nonexistent stomach. You had done something awful. Dumping them there like trash, out of shape, jumbled up in a mess. You couldn’t leave them like that, you wouldn’t be able to live with yourself if you did… And, for the moment at least, you had to live with yourself.

So you knelt down before the bones and gingerly placed the skull on the earth, lying flat and facing straight up into the sky. Almost smiling. Then you sorted through the skeletal mass until you found the ribs, and added them underneath, cautious not to snap any in two. Next, the four limbs, two at the top and two at the bottom, with an appendage on each one—you had to search the underbrush for the hand you’d so carelessly broken off and thrown away. The heap shrunk and shrunk as you put the bones back in what you hoped were their rightful positions, until it was gone entirely, all returned to an osseous silhouette.

It looked enough like a human for you. Enough to be a respectful memorial to the plaid-wearing, February 6th man who died in these woods, who was also you, who wasn’t you in the slightest. The sickening feeling in your hyphae abated.

You took the time to bury it.

The second human you ever met was also dead.

They were in better shape than the first, at least, though not by much. They’d been spared from having their flesh pocked with the telltale holes of insect burrows; little seemed to have touched them post-mortem. Instead they’d withered like an overripe plum. Microbiota had done most of the work. Their skin was wrinkled and creased, too big for what was left of them, dry and hard; their abdomen was bloated with putrid gases.

It should have looked delectable. And it did, sort of, but it also returned that twisting feeling to your core. Like there was a deep, yawning pit growing inside you, a strange emptiness that no amount of corpses could ever fill. Yes, that was a good way of describing it. You felt pit-y for the poor thing.

What were you to do with them?

You’d mistreated the first. You hadn’t known at the time, yes, but that didn’t change anything. They had been a living, thinking being at one point, even if they weren’t anymore, and that deserved recognition. You were going to do better by this one. You had to try.

Their clothes were in an acceptable state—still dirty, of course, but whole. You did your best to straighten them, smoothed out the rumples that had formed, rubbed at the especially egregious mud stains until they were a bit less obvious. Their outfit was made of something soft and thick and pliable that was odd under your fingertips, but not unpleasant. In fact, the texture was quite nice. When you took on a human identity, you wanted to wear clothing like this.

You started with the clothes on their torso, moved down to the ones covering their legs, taking great care not to let your claws catch and tear a hole in anything, until they’d been all tidied up. Then, gently as you could—you’d learned your lesson from last time—you lifted up their left arm and carefully, carefully bent it over their chest. It was slow work, their flesh was so stiff, but you were determined. Once it was in place, you did the same to their right arm, until they looked less like they had collapsed from thirst and more like they’d settled down for a little nap.

They looked peaceful, you thought. You hoped they would have liked it.

You let a few mycelia slip into the gaps between their clothing and their skin, cautious not to disturb your handiwork. Slowly but surely, they found purchase in the human’s body and began to absorb what nutrients were left. They were more intact, they’d have more knowledge for you than the first—but you weren’t going to take everything. Only what was hidden away beneath their outfit. The rest, you’d leave. They would still look whole from the outside.

It was a silly notion, you knew, even as their liquefied memories traveled out of their body and into yours. They wouldn’t last forever this way. Other creatures would break down what was left of their skin, their muscles, their organs. Their bones would sink into the earth. You were a being of rot. It was your role, your niche in existence to turn death into continued life. If not you, then a hundred generations of microbes and mold. You could drain them fully and it would make no difference in the grand scheme of things.

But you couldn’t. Or, no, you could. But you didn’t want to. It felt wrong. Not worth it.

You got flashes of strawberry cheesecake and a shitty boyfriend and how to fold a square of paper into a bird, embarrassing karaoke nights and melissophobia and a two weeks’ notice on a birthday card. And that was all.

That was all you needed. There would be others. You patted their head, whispered your thanks, and let them rest.

The first changeling you ever met wandering the woods was nice enough, at first.

She stood head and shoulders above you; you could change to match her height, but that was tiring, so you didn’t. Countless threads of orange-brown mold spilled from her form and swept over the ground, and her head was covered in swollen, luminescent puffballs and globs of crimson jelly instead of twin caps like you. She’d only left her court recently, she informed you, and she didn’t know you’d already claimed this part of the forest. You told her you hadn’t, really, that you were happy to share, and that the company might be nice. She agreed.

You’d absorbed six cadavers by that point, in various states of decay, and even if you weren’t really a full person yet you’d gotten enough from their memories that you had a pretty good conception of what humans were like. You knew about pronouns and wallpaper and basket-weaving. You could read at a fifth-grade level and were a pleasure to have in class. The last one you’d eaten had given you some strong opinions on sriracha and season three of Golden Girls.

She barely knew anything about humans—you couldn’t blame her, she’d been searching for so little time—but she was just as curious about them as you had been, and she was eager to hear what you’d learned. You, of course, were ecstatic to share all the knowledge you’d gathered. You described their anatomy, how their bones fit together, all the bits inside them. You told her half-remembered stories of tricksters and monsters, the kinds they’d tell each other, whether or not they were true. You demonstrated fragments of different languages you’d learned.

She was enraptured. And sharp. Countless questions poured from her, ones you’d never thought to ask. Halfway through an explanation of how to drive stick, she asked you what a car was, and you realized you hadn’t the slightest idea. She wanted to know what materials they used to make umbrellas, and you couldn’t give her an answer. So many little details had slipped through the cracks, all without you noticing, until she pointed them out one by one.

It had been… frustrating, at first, discovering that your knowledge wasn’t nearly as thorough as you’d thought it had been, but she was reassuring about it. Told you that once you both had identities you’d know all of that and more. That cheered you up. And you liked having questions, anyways. It meant there was still more to learn.

The next time you found a corpse, you decided, you’d let her have it. Then you could be the one asking her questions. Sure, it meant you’d be one step further from being a convincing human, but… You could deal with that, if it meant giving her the opportunity to know things, too. And you were friends. Friends were supposed to share.

You never got the chance.

You’d been in a spirited debate about what you each thought a goldfish might have been (you were pretty sure it was related to whatever “seafood” was, while she was firm on her stance that it was a kind of dog) when the snap of a branch echoed through the woods. Both of you froze; the noise had come from some distance away. All was silent. Then, from the same direction, a voice called out, asking if anyone was there.

Before you could react, she shoved you to the ground and lunged towards the voice. You were too stunned by the sudden act of aggression to pick yourself up, even as a cacophony of collapsing tree trunks filled your ears. Only when a shriek rang out did you manage to get to your feet—but as you followed her trail of destruction, you heard the sound of flesh tearing and ripping and you were too late.

You found her in a bloodstained clearing, with shreds of clothing scattered around her and no body to speak of. She was hunched over, choking down the last of her meal, her form shifting before your eyes. Her mold-skin rippled and changed hue, the fungi sprouting from her head burst into strands of hair, her limbs shortened and her claws disappeared and she shrank until she stood about waist-high to you and looked for all the world like a human. At first.

She lifted herself slowly, shakily, not quite used to her new centre of gravity. Part of you wanted to offer a hand, help her up, but another part recoiled at the idea. Once she was upright and steady, she rolled her stolen shoulders, cracked her neck, clenched and loosened a fist, then finally turned to face you. She craned her head back further than she should have to look you in the eyes, and smiled with what you knew were too many teeth.

The first thing she did with her new voice was apologize. Not for the violence. For “stealing it” from you. But she had to take the chance, she told you matter-of-factly. She had to try. Before you did. And she was faster. You snooze, you lose. She seemed so proud of herself for saying that. You didn’t know why.

You had no response to give her. She didn’t seem to care. She wished you good luck and skipped merrily out of the forest, humming a tune you couldn’t place. You felt ill.

You stayed away from other changelings after that.

The first living human you ever met ran screaming from you the moment you showed yourself. Disheartening. But you shouldn’t have been surprised—they were probably a child, the way they only came up to your knee.

The first living human you ever met who didn’t run screaming from you wasn’t very talkative, but you didn’t mind.

You’d realized that you had gathered enough knowledge about human appearances to make a disguise of your own. It was difficult and took a lot of trial and error—you weren’t meant to invent, only to copy—but eventually you scrounged together a face and a body you could be proud of. It didn’t look like any of the bodies you’d fed upon, but… it did look like someone. Someone who hadn’t existed before, someone… new.

And you’d also realized that most humans were terrified of your true form (for some reason?), so when you heard the aimless footsteps and frustrated muttering of another wandering soul, you made sure to put on your constructed face before you went to greet them.

They were always shorter than you remembered. You were sure you’d gotten it right this time, you’d condensed yourself further than usual just in case, but you still wound up looming over them when you wove through the trees to say hello. But they didn’t run! They stayed right where they were, staring up at you, shaking even through their big thick coat. It was a bit chilly, you realized. They must have been cold. Their face had even paled a few shades when you smiled at them.

You were supposed to “break the ice” when you met someone for the first time, so you asked if they had a name. They didn’t answer, so you took that as a no, and told them that that was okay, you didn’t either. Somehow, that made them laugh—you hadn’t said anything funny, so you weren’t sure why, but that was a good sign, from what you remembered. You tried to laugh along with them, but as soon as you started they went silent again.

With the ice sufficiently broken, you next asked what they were doing so deep in the forest. It had been something you’d always wondered—this land wasn’t meant for humans, yet humans kept stumbling in, and it was always a fresh enough memory to have rotted away by the time you found them. They said they had been hiking, but they seemed like they weren’t entirely sure, the way they stuttered and hesitated. They had such a pleasant voice. It made you wish you’d practiced yours more.

Something didn’t quite fit, though. You knew enough about hiking to know that you usually stuck to a trail, and there was no trail here, or anywhere nearby. When you brought that up, they started speaking quickly, tripping over their words like so many gnarled roots. They said they had been following a trail, that they’d only strayed for a moment to take a picture of an especially beautiful flower, and when they turned around the path had disappeared and they’d looked and looked and couldn’t find so much as a marker and the canopy was so thick they couldn’t see the sky and they didn’t know how long they’d been walking and they were horribly, horribly lost.

Lost. That made sense. The trees weren’t meant for mortal eyes. That was something you’d learned back in your old court. Humans got twisted all around by the magic permeating the soil. Not like you. You knew the woods like the back of your hand.

You knew the woods.

You could help.

You could help!

… You hadn’t meant to say that out loud. It made the human freeze up again, and interrupting people when they were talking was rude. But you could help, you told them! You could get them un-lost. It was almost impossible for a human to find their way out of the forest without a guide. You could guide them!

They took a strangely long time to agree, considering how worried they’d sounded about being lost, but you were patient with them. And when they acquiesced, you took both their hands in one of yours—thank goodness you’d remembered not to have any claws—and practically dragged them behind you as you made a beeline for the edge, where shifting magic met solid mundanity.

The human wobbled in place once you let go of them. Maybe you’d gone a bit fast, but you’d just been so excited. You tried to help steady them, but they flinched away from your touch. So you gave them a moment to get their bearings and look around. You couldn’t see what they saw, beyond the fey realm—to you it looked like more of the same. But from what you understood, they would be able to see their entry point, wherever they had crossed worlds. You imagined a small dirt path, patterned with the footsteps of countless other humans, separate but together in the earth.

They blinked several times, looked back and forth between you and whatever place they saw beyond the trees, as though they were uncertain what to do. You asked if something was wrong, and they, through their stammering, asked if this was a trap. You… weren’t entirely positive what they meant—why would it have been a trap?—but you shook your head no, and offered to walk with them, if they wanted.

They didn’t, but they did take a cautious step forward. Then another. And another, a little faster now. Whatever doubt had been clouding their mind disappeared as they strode forward. Then, suddenly, they stopped in their tracks. You were about to follow them in case there was a problem, but before you could, they turned back to face you. And they gave you a small, stilted smile, and everything in your chest bloomed bright and warm and sweet and you felt like it would all spill right out of your sewn-together disguise.

And then they stepped over the border.

You…

You may have forgotten that leading them out of the forest meant that they would leave.

They weren’t far. You could still see them. You were fast, when you wanted to be. You could have chased after them. Caught up to them. Caught them. Reflexes you’d never felt before tried to spur you into action, to pursue the human that could have been you. You were meant to be a predator. Your quarry was escaping. Get them.

Instead, you waited. Waited until they were out of sight and beyond your reach. Safe.

You let your disguise fall, and with a new kind of emptiness in your mycelia, you walked back the way you came.

But as you retraced your steps, something discarded in the underbrush caught your eye. When you went to investigate it, you found a sturdy cloth pack with a broken strap and a surprising weight to it. The human had been wearing it when you met them. It must have fallen off when you rushed them to their exit.

There was no way you could return it to them, not now. And you hoped they weren’t foolish enough to come searching for it. So… there was no harm in keeping it, was there?

Pulling it open without damaging it further was tough. You were terrified your claws would tear it to shreds. But with a bit of effort, you managed to pry it wide enough to remove what was inside… and found a treasure trove of strange trinkets.

A translucent bottle with a nub on top, filled with lukewarm water. Half a sandwich that tasted of plants and birds. A thin, shiny ring that held a bizarre, many-toothed, flat piece of metal, as well as a Tamagotchi. A pair of glasses—they got damaged when the sack fell, you guessed, since both lenses had big cracks running through them. Easy enough to fix, though; you barely had to push and they both popped right out. You didn’t have ears or a nose to support them, but your disguise did, and they fit a little snug but you didn’t care. You’d need to find a pond soon so you could see how they looked.

What else…? A squishy tube of some thick white substance that smelled of zinc. A flashlight that wouldn’t turn on no matter how many times you flicked its switch. A can with a trigger that made it spray a cloud of poison. A half-full matchbox and a knife. A pair of tiny cylindrical things that didn’t appear to do anything at all. Some pencils… and a book.

It was plain at first glance, with a hard black cover and thick pages, but when you opened it up it was filled from top to bottom with… everything. Detailed pictures of plants and animals, hastily-scribbled notes with ideas for future projects, entire sections of abstract shapes and shading practice. Fancy lettering, a ladybug coloured in marker, something that had been erased so many times the paper had worn away into a lighter shade. It was all so beautiful. You turned each page with immaculate care, utterly glued to the human’s sketchwork.

Your favourite part, though, you found towards the end. Two pages, side-by-side, so when you opened them up they were like one big display. They were covered with drawings of humans. Simplified, but charming. Several had horns, or cat ears, or tails, which you didn’t know humans could have. Under each picture, there was a name and a short list of traits. And one in particular stood out to you, a kind-looking, smiling man with curly hair and bright eyes, in the middle of the page, surrounded by friends.

Mortimer S. Coyle, it read. But everyone calls him Morty.

Morty.

You liked that.

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guardianofrivendell · 4 years ago

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Can u do 4 and 21 from the fluff prompt list with pippin plz?? Also congratulations on 250 :)

A/N: Slowly making my way through the prompt asks! This might not be the way anon had pictured how this one would go, but it was the first thing I came up with and thought it fitted 4 and 21. Enjoy!

4. “Kiss me.”

21. “I haven't seen her/him/them smile like that in ages.”

Warnings: A very clueless but adorable Pippin, all the fluff!

A LITTLE SURPRISE

Pippin walked on the sandy path as fast as his tired legs could carry him.

He had been away all day and he couldn’t wait to get home to you. It didn’t matter that his feet hurt and his back ached from the load he was carrying: a whole bag of vegetables and mushrooms from farmer Maggot.

If it would make you eat again, it had been worth it.

You hadn’t been yourself lately, falling ill constantly and skipping on meals. Pippin was beside himself with worry. If only Gandalf would be around, he could ask the wizard for help. He was even considering taking you all the way to Rivendell to let lord Elrond heal whatever was wrong with you. But first he had to try this last thing. You never refused fresh vegetables from farmer Maggot, and especially his mushrooms. It was a long walk and he couldn’t stay at the farm for too long. As soon as farmer Maggot heard about your condition, he had filled the bag until it couldn’t fit any more food. His wife had given Pippin a jar of freshly cut ginger, it would help with your stomach, she told him. She also gave him a wink, which he didn’t understand. You being sick was hardly something to joke about, he thought.

When he saw his house in the distance, he picked up his pace. He spotted you in the front garden, talking to Rosie, Sam’s wife. You were laughing and giggling and his heart swell.

“I haven’t seen her smile like that in ages,” he thought, relieved to see you up and outside.

His thoughts were interrupted when Sam smacked him on the shoulder, almost toppling him over from the extra weight.

“There he is,” Sam laughed. “I’m really happy for you, Pip.”

Pippin smiled in return, not fully understanding why Sam was so happy to see you up, but grateful nonetheless that he had been worried too. He really had the best friends he could wish for.

“Thank you, Sam,” he smiled. “But if you’ll excuse me, I need to go see my wife.”

“Of course, of course. You take good care of her, alright?”

Pippin nodded, but furrowed his brows. He always took good care of you, at least, that’s what he thought. Was that why you were so sick lately? Hadn’t he looked after you well enough?

When he opened the front gate, the animated conversation you and Rosie were in stopped abruptly. Pippin didn’t think anything of it, he was too excited to see you felt better. He greeted you with a kiss on the cheek.

“Where have you been all day?” you smiled. “I’ve missed you.”

Pippin’s ears flushed bright red. He was still new to this whole marriage-thing, and every day he wondered how he got so lucky to have found someone like you.

He showed you his bag and you squealed in delight.

“I’m going to make vegetable soup from this,” you said, taking the bag from him before he could protest.

“That was really thoughtful of you, Pippin,” Rosie chimed in. “You’re going to be a really good father!”

Pippin missed the warning look you gave Rosie, before she added, “Someday! Not now of course…” She laughed awkwardly.

“Pippin?” you asked him, showing him the jar of ginger. “What’s this for?”

“Oh, that is ginger, farmer Maggot’s wife gave this for your stomach. She said it would help.”

“Yes! It did wonders back when I was pregnant with-…” Rosie stopped talking when she realized what she was saying. “I think I’m going to go, Sam should be home too by now.”

“I saw him just a few minutes ago, so you’re probably right,” Pippin said, still clueless about what was going on.

She turned around and hurried down the path towards the Gamgee’s residence.

When you entered your home, Pippin kept a close eye on you. You looked better, the colour had returned to your cheeks, but he wasn’t taking his chances. Just this morning you didn’t even felt good enough to get out of bed, and now you were bustling around in the kitchen, cutting up the vegetables for dinner.

“How are you feeling, love?” he asked.

“Good!” you answered, a bit too fast. “So… you saw Sam today huh?”

“Yeah, like I do every day. And I saw Merry just this morning. It’s been a while since I’ve seen Frodo though, I might pay him a visit later on.”

“Did he say anything to you?”

Pippin raised his eyebrows. “Nothing important. Should he?”

You turned around a bit too fast, relieved your secret wasn’t out yet, and you stumbled from the dizziness that overcame you. Pippin was immediately by your side, supporting you.

“What’s wrong, love? Talk to me!”

You laughed softly, and sat down on the chair close to you. “Nothing’s wrong, Pippin. This is perfectly normal in my condition.”

He blinked a few times, not understanding what you meant. “What condition?”

“Oh, Pippin…” you smiled, brushing his cheek. He could be so innocent at times. “I’ve been so sick lately because well… we’re pregnant!”

No reaction.

You raised your other hand to cup his other cheek, his face now in both of your hands. You locked eyes with him, searching for any emotion in them. Something!

“Pip?”

You saw a flickering in his eyes, and the corners of his upper lip slowly curled upwards.

“Pregnant? We’re going to have a baby?”

“That’s the idea…” you laughed. “Now kiss me.”

He took you in his arms and gave you a kiss and a hug, before he suddenly let go of you and took a step backwards. His face twisted in terror.

“What’s wrong?” you asked, not understanding what changed his mood. Didn’t he want the baby?

“I-I can’t hug you anymore now, I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking, I need to be careful with you!” Pippin rattled, “ I’m sorry, I’m just so happy!”

“What do you mean, you can’t hug or kiss me anymore? I’m pregnant, not made of glass. As far as I know, I’ll need twice as many hugs and kisses from now on!”

He slowly made his way over, and oh so gently placed his hand on your stomach.

“That, I can do,” he said, and placed the softest kiss on your lips.

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eugenesmorphine · 4 years ago

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Hi, could you write something about ack ack? Anything but fluff

Yours Truly // Andrew “Ack-Ack” Haldane Imagine

AN: I want to let you know that this is angst. It talks about death and some blood so this is your warning. I worked hard on this Imagine so I hope you all enjoy :)

Words: 5,149

Taglist: @alienoresimagines @teenmagazines @punkgeekchic @hellitwasyoufirstsergeant @valterras @adamantiumdragonfly

Y/N hummed as she walked throughout the rainy, muddy land of Peleliu. She managed to snag a spare apple from chow. A rare occurrence and a new luxury amongst them all. And she managed to not only snag one, but one for her fellow officers. Maybe it wasn’t the best of her as a Lieutenant. Snagging some extra food beside giving it to her men. But she had gone without eating for a bit. Giving her meals to some privates who were less fortunate. So grabbing three apples for her and her two fellow officers in command wouldn’t be all too bad.

Crunching down on her apple as she approached Captain Haldane and Hillbilly Jones. Smiling at the men as she chewed down on the fruit. It didn’t taste like the ones she ate back in the states. But compared to the maggot filled rice they had been eating, it was a little slice of Heaven. “What is up, boys?” she asked softly. Pulling her weapon off from her shoulder and setting it onto her lap as she sat on a rock. Jones and Haldane turned and smiled softly at the girl. The two always viewed the female as a little sister almost. But, to Haldane, she seemed to mean a bit more than that.

When Lieutenant L/N first showed up as the first female Marine officer to see combat like no other, she was viewed immediately as a weaker target. In that time, women weren't viewed as strong supports for much. But Y/N was so different. She walked with her head held high. Her weapon tightly in her grasp. She took no shit from anyone. Y/N L/N was a woman of class, yet she knew how to lead these men. She was able to earn the Marine’s respect. It attracted Andrew Haldane. He respected her from the moment her boots hit the mud of Peleliu. He yearned to know more. And of course as they were in command. Like how Haldane and Jones grew close, the two accepted Y/N into the group. And that is where Haldane and Y/N blossomed.

“Hey, Lieutenant. What you got for us this time?” Andrew asked. Leaning against some sort of oil drum. Smiling at the female as his trusty Lieutenant Jones approached his side. Smiling at the female. Grinning back, she took her helmet off for a moment and set it to the side. Digging her hand into her Marine issued trousers and pulled out the two apples. They were just a normal green, Granny Smith apple. Slightly bruised, and not the biggest. Haldane’s and Jones’ eyes narrowed at the apples. They were sure they wouldn’t get one because they let the other have them. Their men came first. Always.

“I know rations and food has been more and more scarce recently. But I snagged these for us. Actually, the cook saved them for me. Said that we deserved them since he noticed we hadn’t been in line for chow yesterday or the day before. Nice boy, really. Said we needed to get our strength up for fighting the Japs!” she explained. Hopping off the rock she sat on. Slinging her weapon back over her shoulder. She never went anywhere without her rifle. Approaching the boys and placing the apples in each of their hands. Grabbing her partially eaten apple and taking a nice bite out of it. The juices dripped down her chin messily as she wiped them away with her sleeve. Causing a chuckle to be released from both her fellow officer’s lips.

“Thanks, L/N. I’d swear I’d die of starvation without you,” Hillbilly said softly as he rustled the woman’s hair. Sometimes a break from the war to just sit and joke was needed. It gave a sense of clarity. That maybe the war would end sometime. It was just a thought but man could they dream of it. Y/N grunted and pulled away.

“Aye, Hillbilly! I already look a mess enough with this mop of hair on my head. What I would do to wash it just once,” she chuckled. Giving the Lieutenant a playful punch on the shoulder. Andrew just watched. A small smile danced across his lips as he did so. She was gorgeous in his eyes.

The Captain had grown fond of the woman but just kept it to himself. Not even bringing it up to Jones. He knew war wasn’t a time for love and passion. No distractions were needed of him. But no matter what, he couldn’t stop himself from searching for the female Marine within combat. Needing to know she was safe. And when he realized his own doings he cursed to himself. He fell for a woman in the worst time ever. And the worst part was, he knew she felt the same.

The two had shared smokes. Had deep conversations on watch. And it wasn’t until she had kissed him once night when no one was around, that is when he knew. He remembered that shit eating grin on her face as she pulled away. Taking the smoke right out of his lips and placing it between hers. And when he asked why she did it, she just shrugged. “When you work in a field such as this, surrounded by men who always think down on you. You learn to take what you want. Be assertive, Show you are in charge,” her face steadied as she looked down for a moment. Looking back up at Andrew with a soft smile on her face. “And I guess I wanted you, sir,” she said. Not a day went by where Haldane didn’t think of that night. It was a night he’d never forget, nor ever share. That was their moment, and their moment only. It was going to stay that way.

“As much as I’d love to stay and eat apples all day with you two, we got a briefing for the next attack for tomorrow. We better get going if we want to make it on time,” Haldane said to the two. Biting into his apple and chewing slightly. The two other officers nodded and began to make their way to the briefing area. Andrew watched Y/N joked around with Hillbilly. The same smile rested on his lips. He hated the thoughts and future he wanted of that woman. She was like venom that flowed throughout his veins. An addiction. Haldane had a taste of her, and now he was left chasing after more. He kicked himself for it. But he just couldn’t help himself almost.

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It was early in the morning when the Japanese’s mortars boomed and exploded throughout the muddy fields of battle. Y/N and Haldane sat in a small foxhole, their backs pressed up against the dry dirt and rocks of the airfield. Pinging a few Japanese when she could, strings of curses left her lips as she looked at her Captain. That same shit eating grin came to her lips. “Hey, sir! How about if we do survive this shithole, why don’t we get married back in the states?” she yelled over the sounds of bursting mortar shells and the gunshots of the Japanese Army whizzing right past them. Ack-Ack wanted to turn and yell at her. Tell her to think of the mission at hand. He turned sharply to look at her, his eyes falling onto hers. He couldn’t help but smile. Why was he smiling? He had no idea. It was like she had taken him into a trance. The war seemed to fade out of his ears as he gave her a nod.

“Of course, Lieutenant. You got yourself a deal,” he told her. His voice was smooth and calm. Little did he know, Y/N said it because she knew she wouldn’t make it all that long. In that moment they shared, Y/N turned to Ack-Ack, a look of calm spread across her face. She had her head on straight. Another quality that many didn’t have in an active war zone. It was almost like the screams of comrades being blown to pieces and shot to bits weren’t even there. Andrew needed to stand. Needed to lead his men. But yet he was nailed down by her smile. Her eyes darted and danced with traces of love.

“Andrew Haldane, I can happily say I am more than in love with you. If I am to die during this war and not be able to make it home to truly be yours. Just know, my heart stays with you. As it is where it wants to belong,” she said to him. Grabbing at the sides of his face and pressing her lips against his. The sweat and mud that dripped down their faces collided as she sat there like that for less than ten seconds. But it felt like an eternity that they never wanted to end.

When Y/N pulled away she straightened her back and stood up. Her head dipped won to avoid fire. With one last soft smile given towards the man she just admitted her love to. Andrew sat there for a second, trying to gather his thoughts as he watched Y/N called out to her Marines and led the charge. She was a goddess that walked amongst the combat field. He stood and peered over the edge of the dune. It was almost like the bullets and the mortar blasts were afraid of her as she ran through the air field.

Grabbing his weapon. Andrew ran. His eyes stayed on Y/N the entire time. God he wanted to stop searching for her. Keeping his mind on the mission and the rest of the men. But he just couldn’t stop his feelings from taking over his mind. He hadn’t even realized Hillbilly running about three feet to the right of him. Dodging and weaving through the consistent fire from the enemy.

“Captain Haldane! The Japs are already being pushed back! We’ll take this place over no time, our armor is almost here and we’ll have it in the bag!” he yelled over the blasts. He took his eyes off of Y/N for a split second to turn and give a nod towards his second in command. But he wished he never did. His head turned back towards the female officer. And his eyes widened.

“Y/N!” he yelled. But there wasn’t anything else he could do. A mortar strike had hit the ground about two feet from her left leg. And with a loud percussion and the ground around her exploding, her body was thrown. And he watched in her horror as her left leg was torn completely from her upper thigh. “Holy shit.. Y/N!” his voice broke. He saw her body hit the ground. She landed flat on her back. Even from about twenty feet away, he could tell it just wasn’t good. Turning around to look at Hillbilly as he just saw one of his best friends and blown away by a damn mortar strike. The Lieutenant’s features were mortified. Sure men died every day and you couldn’t always expect that the next day was guaranteed. But when you create and share bonds with people, the pain is all too real.

Andrew froze at first to actually go and retrieve her. He would go to tell people that the reason for why he froze was because he needed to see if she was alive before he risked his life. To make sure it was even worth risking his life. But the real reason made him hang his head in shame almost. He was just too scared that he wouldn’t be prepared to see how she actually looked after a blow like that. From his years in the service, he knew after a strike like that, no one looked good. And Y/N wasn’t any exception sadly.

When Ack-Ack came to, all of the silenced sound of the battlefield came back as well. His ears rang as he made his way to Y/N. Hillbilly was tailing behind him briskly. Their boots hit the dry dirt roughly as they ran. Andrew of course reached the fallen woman first. Her helmet was god knows where, face splattered in her own blood. Her left leg was completely gone, nowhere in sight around them. Pieces of shrapnel digging in all over her body. It wasn’t a good sight. And Andrew knew deep down there probably wasn’t going to be a positive ending for her. War wasn’t about happy endings. It wasn’t some fairytale with princesses. It was real life. With real death. And real consequences from real problems. But Andrew knew he had to at least try? When in reality, he would curse to himself later as he realized he had wasted supplies. But he only did that to try to ignore the real pain he felt.

He stared down at the female. She was still breathing, but her chest rose only slightly and slowly. He knew she wasn’t doing too hot. Dipping down to scoop her up in the bridal style carry he tapped the sides of her face. “Come on, come on,” he mumbled. Turning towards Hillbilly, who was squatted down behind cover just watching them. Pressing his lips together he grunted as he tightened his grip on the woman’s arms. She was bleeding out, but he had nothing to even attempt to stop the bleeding from her leg, or the wounds that now show from her stomach. A piece of shrapnel had sliced deep into her skin. Blood seeping from her stomach and staining the cloth of her Marine uniform. “Jones! Make your way towards the front line. I need to find a Corpsman!” He yelled. Hillbilly just nodded and took off.

Andrew wasted no time. He ran. Screaming out for a Corpsman as loud as he could. Glancing down at Y/N every so often while he ran cover to cover. Her skin grew paler and paler as her eyes fluttered open for a moment. Then closed once again. Her breathing seemed to slow each and every second that flew by. Holding onto her tightly. The Captain muttered prayers beneath his breath, he never usually did as an adult. He would do it as a child when he was most worried or scared. But as he ran, and between calls for a Corpsman, he prayed.

After a while of moving cover to cover, a Corpsman jumped next to him. “Sir, set her down and I’ll take good care of her. You need to move forward with the rest of the men!” he yelled. His hand on his helmet as he kept his head below any of the gunshots. Andrew stared at him for a few moments before setting her down gently. Staring down at her as she grunted in pain. Running a hand through her hair softly before pressing his lips to her forehead. He didn’t know why he even did it. In front of the Corpsman too. His body just made him do it.

“Take care of her,” he told the young man. Who was already tying off the wound on her stomach. While placing a tourniquet onto her upper thigh in attempts to cut the bleeding off from her missing leg. Taking one final glance at the woman, he swore he saw her lips turn up into a smile just for a second. But he played it off as he was just imagining it. Giving the man a final nod before standing and making his way to the rallying point. Gulping slightly as he ran. Using all of his power to put into his legs for running. The images of Y/N flashing in his mind. He didn’t know why, but it wouldn’t stop. Her smile. Her laugh. Just yesterday when she was biting into her apple. It was crazy what could happen in such a short time. The feeling of her lips on his came back to his lips. Like a phantom feeling. His fingers coming to his own lips to graze over them. Huffing as he placed his hand back onto his weapon. Narrowing his eyes as he kept running. Knowing the faster they all moved forward. The more of the airfield they were taking. And that meant he could see Y/N and see if she was okay. But deep down. He already knew the answer. Yet he just ignored it and played in a false reality of hope and future dreams. The same false reality he told himself he would never get in. But yet, emotions are the devil and Andrew Haldane learned this first hand.

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After what seemed for hours of constant fighting, the airfield was taken over by our Marines. Haldane panted as he jogged towards Hillbilly. Looking up at the tall Lieutenant. Wiping the sweat off his brow as he looked around. “Jones, where are the wounded. Have you seen Y/N?” he asked. Hillbilly Jones sat quiet. Pressing his lips into a thin line as he turned to look away.

“Ack-Ack, I..” he started. Haldane knew. But he just needed to see her. He gave a hard stare at Hillbilly and chewed on the skin of his bottom lip. To which Jones just nodded. “I’ll show you where she is. I just don’t think I can stay there with you. I can’t see her like that no more,” he said softly as he turned and began to make his way where groups of bodies lay. He didn’t blame his second hand man.. Y/N grew to be one of his best friends. Two peas in a pod. He just kept quiet as he made his way along behind Jones. His mind knew well enough that Y/N wasn’t going to be there to smile at him. But god, in his mind she was going to just be there. Looking over the bodies.

When the two officers in charge reached the bodies that were all in a line and laying on cots. A Chaplain and Corpsman walked amongst them. Removing the blankets that covered their faces and removed their dog tags. Yet when the Chaplain saw the officers, his face narrowed. He already knew why they were actually there and who they were there to see. Giving them a nod and standing. “Right this way,” was all he said as he made his way to a lone cot with a body that had the same dark green blanket that was the same as the others. See that's the problem Andrew Haldane had. She was just another Marine. So many died every single day, so this shouldn’t have meant as much as it did. But yet, he felt this ache within his chest that seemed to be the same one he felt when he was alone most nights while the rest of the men were asleep in their foxholes. The nights where he thought about the men he had lost under his lead. But, when Y/N began to talk to him when she showed up, it just seemed to melt away. He didn’t even notice it. And as the world seemed to move in slow motion as he approached that lone cot, that same feeling returned after all this time. His feet felt heavy as his final steps reached the point in which he stood besides the blanket. He looked down and saw the familiar sticky, red substance that had soaked into the blanket right above where the left knee began, and traces of where the midsection was. He knew. Andrew knew right then and there. He knew all this time. Just his mind wouldn’t accept it.

The Chaplain stood behind the Captain and Lieutenant. Watching as they stared down at the body. “Here,” he said, slipping one of the dog tags he had removed from her set into the Captain’s hand. “I’ll leave you alone,” he said, turning to leave them be. Haldane and Jones stayed silent. Waiting to find the courage to pull back the blanket. They knew they needed to. But they just couldn’t.

Andrew’s hand tightened around the dog tag within hand. His thumb running of the engravings of her name. Beneath the pad of his thumb he could feel each letter that wrote out her name. Over and over his thumb ran over the letters. The image of her smiling stayed within his brain as he looked at where her head would be beneath the sheet. Taking a deep breath, he felt the dark feeling in his chest grow more. It felt more as a sharp pain within his lungs and his heart. But he didn’t feel tears within his eyes though. Just a strange empty feeling.

Gathering his bearings and thoughts, he squatted down and slowly grabbed onto the edge of the sheet. Gently and slowly pulling it back. First it was her hair. Her H/C hair that rested there. A mess like when she would wake up after sleeping. It was rare for her to do so, but when she woke up with a serious case of bedhead, Hillbilly was always there to tease her. And Andrew was always there to chuckle. And she always smiled.

Pausing for a short moment, he just pulled the sheet down to at least her lower stomach. He heard Edward take a sharp inhale. His eyes narrowed as he felt his breath get stuck in his throat. It looked as if Y/N was sleeping. Her face was as peaceful and as gentle as ever. It struck him in a cord he never thought he would have. Gulping as he took a moment to look down and stare at his boots and the mud. Taking a deep breath as he looked back at her.

“I.. I can’t do this sir, I’ve seen enough,” was all Ed Jones said as he turned and began to briskly walk away. Ack-Ack could hear his boots squish against some of the wet and also dry dirt. Leaving him alone.

His eyes rested on her closed lids. Then looking at her lips. The ends curled up into a soft smile. She went peacefully. That’s all he could think about. “I’m sorry I couldn’t keep you safe, Y/N.. I know you said you wanted to live out this war and get married,” he paused to let out a sad chuckle. The tears now began to prick at his eyes as he pressed his lips together. “I wish we could’ve gone against this war together.. I knew this was war, and I told myself in the beginning that I wouldn’t have fallen for you. Enough of the younger men had done that enough themselves. But.. not everything goes as planned clearly,” after those words, he noticed one of her hands was draped over her chest. Noticing a piece of paper crammed into the holdings of her fingers. He looked a little closer and he noticed ‘Ack’ on one the creased folds. He looked across both sides and looked back down at her. Gently picking her hand up and slipping the paper out of her grasp and placing the paper into his pocket while placing her hand down back down. He shut his eyes for a moment as he grabbed the end of the sheet and gave her one last look. A tear slipping down his cheek as he found himself smiling. Leaning down and pressing his lips to her forehead and then pulling away. “I’ll see you again one day, Y/N,” he said. One hand holding her dog tag and the other using the sheet to gently pull over her face once more. At first he almost sat there longer. No reason to. But deep down he just didn’t want to leave her. But pushing his feelings aside he stood up. Taking one last glance down to her before standing to begin his trek back to his sleeping quarters. Turning to take the final look and then turning back, wiping his eye with the back of his finger as he trudged along. Continuing to run his thumb over the one dog tag. Feeling the eyes of the Marines on him as he walked. Though he just looked onward as he only focused on getting to his sleeping quarters.

Finally, Andrew reached his sleeping quarters. Dropping himself onto his little and uncomfortable cot. He thought back to the times where the female Lieutenant would knock and walk in. And they would spend the night talking about god-knows-what and anything that would pop into their minds. Andrew chuckled to himself at the memory as he dug his hand into his pocket and pulled at the note. It felt like another quick and shallow jab when he saw the small finger prints of blood that had been stained on the note. But he shook his head slightly and kept going. Biting his bottom lip slightly as he unfolded the letter and began to look at the writing. His fingers grazing over the letters before even reading them over. Shutting his eyes for a moment and taking another deep breath. Opening his eyes, he began to read:

“My Dearest Ack-Ack,

You’re probably reading this letter because I met my unfortunate end on the battlefield. I wrote this letter a while back when I decided that you would probably see this. It was written and placed in my pocket where it stayed everyday. And the reason you are reading this, if this isn’t Captain Andrew Haldane, give this letter to him. Please. He needs to see these words.

The reason you probably found this in my hand is because I got the strength to pull it out of my head and rested finally with it within my grasp. But enough of that. Andrew from the first day I met you, I found you so handsome. It started off like a teenage girl crush. It sounds stupid as hell, I know. But watching you put yourself before these men alongside Hillbilly, or Edward I should say. I looked up to you. And I will forever. But after our late night talks and that night I kissed you, I didn’t know what came over me. I had fallen head over heels for you, Sir. Man was it stupid to fall in love during a war. Especially when an outcome like this. But I am sorry, Andrew. I fell for you and I couldn’t live with you after this shithole. I would’ve followed you anywhere and I still will, please know that. Live for me. I will see you again, I know I will. Like I told you that night way back when: I get what I want. And I want you and you to come back to me. I will love you forever. I know in life I was too scared to tell you those three words, but I can say it here. I love you and I always will. My heart belonged to you the moment I first shook hands with you and I felt my name fall out of your mouth. My heart is yours, it will stay that way for the rest of the eternity. I will see you again. And we will be surrounded by love. But live for me. Don’t stop and be that amazing leader you are. Fight this war for me. Make it end. I love you Andrew Haldane. Forever and always.

Yours always,

Y/N L/N”

Tears dripped down his face as Andrew had to set down the paper onto the side of the cot. A few sobs climbed up his throat and fell out of his lips. Ack-Ack never thought he would see himself crying over a woman like this. Let alone just a Marine. But Y/N wasn’t just a Marine. She was his heart. She was his soul. And he was more than pissed at himself for realizing this only now. Placing his face in his hands as he cried. War left no room for love. Just hate and sadness. Yet he found love. And he definitely found the hate and the sadness.

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It had been about a week since Y/N’s death. Her letter stayed within his pocket at all times. Almost like one would keep prayer beads or a cross. He reread her letter each and every night. The pad of Andrew’s thumb grazing over the engraving of her name, date of birth, and blood type as he read. And now he was running through the muddy lands of Peleliu, pinned down by a sniper. Deep down he knew what was going to happen to him in order to protect his men. Smiling at Edward one last time and turning his back. Digging his hand in his pocket and grabbing a new note he had written himself. A personal one that he held close to his heart as he began to run. It wasn’t long when the deafening shots of the sniper’s trigger finger sounded off and the bullets digging through his chest.

Andrew fell. Gasping out for air as he knew his date was to come. But his mind was clear and the pain had numbed. A few tears slipped down the sides of his face as a small smile came to his lips as he gripped the letter he wrote to his chest. He would leave his men, but he would die from bravery. As a leader. He lived. He lived his life proudly and bravely. His eyes shut as he succumbed to the tired feeling that grew over him. His smile was soft and his head was clear. The letter on his chest remained protected from the rain from his hand that covered it. It read:

“My dearest Y/N L/N,

This letter is to you. I made this shortly after I read the letter you wrote for me. I know you’ll never read this. Or maybe you will. But I did it. I led these men to the best I could. I kept my word as I always did. I’m sorry I couldn’t live as long as you probably wanted me too. But I get to see you soon. In whatever Heaven there is. We will see each other again. And like you always said and what I believed from you. You wanted to see me again after all of this, and you wanted that. I know I will see you again. There I can tell you those three words we couldn’t tell each other. I love you. I didn’t know what it was till you were gone and I didn’t want to believe the feelings while you were alive. But now I can. I love you. My heart is yours. Forever and always. I’ll see you again, my dear.

Yours truly,

Andrew Haldane”

#the pacific imagine #the pacific #hbo #HBO Series #hbo imagine #hbo war imagines #hbo war #Andrew Haldane #Ack-Ack #andrew haldane imagine #the pacific headcanon

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etlunainmorte · 4 years ago

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DMC WEEK DAY 6: Home | Family | Belonging ( V's familiars )

~ Who says the familiars won't get any love? Here is DMC WEEK DAY 6 with home, family, and belonging, featuring Shadow, Nightmare, and Griffon!

~ Enjoy!😁😁😁

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I can't see anything. My body hurts. I feel like I'm being torn to pieces.

Where is my master? I could no longer hear his voice.

Only yesterday, he told us not to worry. He said everything will turn out fine.

He let me lie next to his feet. I allowed him to scratch me behind my ears.

I let him lie on my body, and my fur provided him with warmth.

I helped him cook food and fight Demons. I protected him and I know he's happy and pleased with what I've done.

I've been a good familiar but, I know I'll disappear soon.

How could I protect him now? How could I get close to him now to warm him with my fur? Master always gets cold. How could he eat now without my help? I don't want him to eat raw meat.

Is anyone there? Anyone who could protect my master? Who could lend him their fur for his warmth? Who could help him cook his meals? Please, help,...

Master's voice.

I want to hear master's voice again.

I,... wanna hear,...

***

For a moment, I saw the light.

It was dark where I came from. But, I know someone freed me from the heavy chains that bound me and helped me see the light.

But, everything went so fast like lightning.

I'm sure I felt him once, or twice. I could clearly remember how I felt his pride through my thoughts, as if his heart spoke directly towards me.

But, that voice in my thoughts. It vanished. Now, I could hear someone else. Someone stronger.

Is it him? I don't know. I want to go to him but, I can't.

I could no longer see the light,...

***

They say I'm too noisy. Hehe, yeah. They can eat Demon shit for all I care!

I don't care what people tell me, that I'm annoying, or too loud, or rude. Except when you call me chicken! I'm gonna fry your brains out if you ever tell me that, you maggot! So, don't you ever mess with me!

Now, you see what I mean? I'm annoying and rude, right?

Well, you're not alone in that. V thinks so, too, you know? Hehe, yeah, I can read Shakespeare's mind, no shit, Shirley! If anyone's getting tired of me, it's V!

But, honestly? I don't blame the skinny stick. Even I hate myself sometimes. I'm a nightmare, Vergil's fucking nightmare! I'm supposed to be fearsome, and evil, and unpleasant! The stuff of your, ahh, well,... nightmares! Yeah, nightmares,...

I don't know about you but there was something in V that I couldn't explain. Like, these past few days he looks at me like I'm a pet bird.

A pet bird, yeah. How mighty and dashing that pet bird would be.

But, ehh! What I mean is: day after day, V is starting to look at me like I'm not a nightmare! Or a Demon!

Like I'm actually his friend! A part of his freakish family of peculiar circus animals!

When we fight and I lose, I could hear V's thoughts as sharp as a knife and as clear as daylight.

Shit!

Griffon, no!

You'll pay for what you've done to my friend.

Yeah, that! He said I'm his friend, and I bet you my ass feathers he forgot I could hear his thoughts!

Shakespeare would fight on and summon the big guy, and I could literally hear his sigh of relief when I rise from my stalemate state.

Heh, I think he also forgot I'm bound to him, and that I would not vanish as long as he lives. As long as his human flesh is intact.

And honestly? I find it,... quite sweet of him.

At first, he only considers me as a tool to bring his goals to fruition. Well, who could blame the guy? I'd do the same and use poor me's powers to achieve my diabolic goals! Hahaha!

Ahh, yeah, you get my point.

Am I happy? Oh, I bet you I' am! Who wouldn't want to be a part of a family? Who wouldn't want to be considered as a best pal by someone you look up to? Who wouldn't be sort of happy if they find out that the people they care about gets sad when they go?

I do. I do care. Just like how V cared for me when he's still around.

I did my part. I fought for him. I protected him at all costs. Hell, I warned him about that Demon meat but he never listened! So, he deserved that awful diarrhea right after! Ha!

Most of all, I took care of him like what a real bird would do for her brood.

I spread my wings, offered them to him, and helped him soar high and mighty.

And now, he finally achieved his goal.

He gained true power.

And I'm only glad to say I've been considered as a vital part of that painful, yet funny journey.

As for me? This is my last flight.

Wakey, wakey, little Vergie,...

***

@dmcweek

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#dmcweek2020 #dmcweek #day 6 #home #family #belonging #shadow #nightmare #griffon

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kibybun · 4 years ago

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How about a little bit of tragedy and horror. I been on a Kill Bill marathon. How would yandere l.o.v go against a bleep bleep darling that fakes their death in order to hunt them down but like Jigsaw punish them for killing her hubby on the wedding day? Plus she a yandere for the hubby?

Horror and tragedy mix so well together in my opinion! I also had a lot of fun making this!

Cast: Our lovely reader, Shigaraki, Kurogiri, Dabi, Toga, Twice, Mr. Compress, and Spinner

Tw: yandere, gore, murder, torture

Enjoy the show~!

💋How could they? How could they!?

💋They had taken the love of your life, at your wedding! That was supposed to be the happiest day of your life and they ruined it!

💋You'd make them pay. You'll make them suffer. It would be easy too.

💋They made the mistake of trusting you.

💋The league wakes up in a strange and black room that's purely white with their heads pounding.

💋They immediately take fighting stance and wait for their opponent or opponents to show themselves. They didn't even notice that spinner was gone and that there was a long table with food nearby.

💋They all jump but grow excited as they hear your voice over an intercom. They regretted murdering your soon to be spouse but they just loved you too much to let you waltz away with that trash.

💋Your voice was calm and soothing to them even though you had bitter intentions behind the gentle tone.

💋You tell them that you made this meal for them and that'd you'd be there in a moments time. You heavily encourage them to eat.

💋Toga and twice were the first to sit down and start eating while the others followed behind more slowly, hesitate but endeared that you made them dinner. Very unsuspecting of your intentions.

💋Everyone had already had eaten a decent amount of food before they realized that spinner was gone, and as if in cue a screen mounted to the wall flickers on.

💋There you were, in all your beauty, right there in HD. They barely noticed the blood and dirt smeared on you, they barely noticed your cheeks flushed with anger and eyes puffy from crying. All they noticed was the innocent smile that layed adorned on your face.

💋You greet they and ask if they've enjoyed their meal, asking how it tastes.

💋Compress, Toga, Twice, and Shigaraki are quick to say it was delicious due to them thinking you cooked the meal. They were in for a devastating surprise.

💋Your smile grows as you say you're glad. You look off screen and grab something saying something like how's it a pity you couldn't taste it. That's when reveal to the league you were talking to Spinner.

💋Just Spinner's head to be precise.

💋Everyone pales as you give a little kiss to his cheek and ask if he tasted like chicken.

💋He was family. How you you do that to their family? How could they do this to their own family?!

💋They all clutch their stomachs preparing to throw up as their tears run down their face. Half of them do throw up.

💋You interrupt them saying the fun isn't over. You explain that you've poisoned two drinks. The drinks of Shigaraki and Kurogiri and that there was only one antidote.

💋They both stand in outrage as Kurogiri prepares to open a portal.

💋You stop them instantly and say if they don't play along you'd make all them die instantly. A slow and torturous death at that.

💋They both back down and look at each other with pain and memories that would never be forgotten.

💋You instruct them to choose which one lives and to use the syringe that's in the flower vase on the one chosen to live. They have one minute.

💋A timer flashes onto screen and Kurogiri grabs the syringe and uses it on Shigaraki without his consent.

💋Shigaraki grabs onto him and starts to weep as he tries to come to terms with his bestfriend about to die. Everyone else leaps from their chairs and tries to savor their last few moments with Kurogiri.

💋His real face begins to show itself as he no longer has the power to withstand his quirk. His final words to all of them were "Live".

💋They barely had time to grieve before Compress fumbles to throw his mask off his face and claw at his throat.

💋At first it looked like he was foaming at the mouth but if you look closer you could see the maggots simply tunneling for a way out through his cheeks, throat, and nose. His eyes also start to bulge and grow red as the lower part of his shirt grows soaked with his blood.

💋They remaining four so desperately wanted to try and help him but they were to mortified to attempt to try and come up with a way to save him. If they haven't thrown up already they sure as hell did now.

💋Compress reaches out his hand as a final effort to be saved before falling to the ground in agony as he loses his last breath.

💋The screen flickers back to you as you let out a cute laugh and flash an innocent smile. You give a mocking apology and say you must've forgotten about the parasites she had placed within him.

💋They watch you in horror and complete fear. They don't remember this side of you, they didn't even know you were capable of this.

💋Toga and Twice start to beg and plead for their lives but that only causes you to snap.

💋Your voice becomes shrill and harsh as you scream at them that they deserve this. How they took the love of your life, how you'll make them pay, how they deserved this so bad.

💋They don't even have a chance to respond as a deep purple gas fills the air and quickly knocks them out.

💋This time when they wake up they were in a work shed of some sorts. Dabi and Shigaraki were attached to wooden board that layed horizontal while Twice was behind a plastic window watching Toga wake up next to a panel with two buttons.

💋Your voice over the intercom makes them flinch as you tell Toga to choose one within a minute or both die.

💋On cue two large blades turn on and start to lower towards the two of them. Dabi tries to use his quirk but for some reason it seems to be deactivated, same thing with Shigaraki.

💋Twice bangs on the plastic as hard as he can, trying desperately to save his bestfriend from having to make this horrible decision. The plastic holds strong.

💋Meanwhile Toga's cries are almost louder than then whirling of the blades as they slowly descend to her two friends. She loved them dearly and now she had to make the impossible choice of which one dies.

💋The blades are seconds away from both of them.

💋She covers her eyes and slams down on one of the buttons, leaving Twice to watch as Shigaraki gets cut in half.

💋Toga slowly opens her eyes and falls to her knees as her weeps grow louder.

💋She almost missed the fact that Dabi's board was moving into a more vertical position.

💋There was a soft whirling as something else moved that they couldn't see. Then your voice clicks on.

💋"Too bad you didn't give me a choice."

💋That's when something like liquid nitrogen poured down upon Dabi.

💋The fog made it hard to see the extreme burns forming on top of his and and slowly leaking down his face.

💋His screams of pain slowly stop as the flesh on his face drops to the floor in a disgusting plop.

💋Toga begins to hyperventilate and pass out on the spot. Twice tries to break through the plastic to get to her but there was a soft sing in his neck that knocked him out.

💋The two of them wake up on opposite sides of a long white room. The side that Toga was at had cages with animals banging against to escape while on Twice's side there was a door.

💋Toga was barely awake when your voice rang out telling Twice to enjoy the show.

💋The cages open and a heard of feral dogs come out and begin to maul her. She wasn't awake so thankfully she didn't feel too much pain.

💋Twice goes to leap to her aid but was stopped as he heard a soft click behind him. He looks over his shoulder and see the door was now open.

💋He wipes his tears and says a final goodbye to Toga as he walks through the door.

💋He enters the dark room. Right after he enters the door locks tight, leaving him in total darkness.

💋He tries to find something, anything,but he was lost in the darkness.

💋That's when he felt something pierce his spine.

💋He was too exhausted to scream or even react so he simply falls to the ground.

💋He was loosing blood fast but before he breathed his final breath he felt a gentle touch. It was poking at his face as if to check if he was awake.

💋He still couldn't as he asked the darkness why.

💋He feels someone breathing on his eat at they responded.

💋"Because you took everything from me."

Kiby~💚

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sexyrasputin · 4 years ago

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in which magnus sort of acts like a decent human being. sort of.

“Gemma, baby, I promise I’m not gonna kill you. That’s not what I meant when I said I’m taking you out.”

She stared at him with a narrowed gaze. “Your sister is an accomplished assassin. You are an arsonist. You blow buildings up for a living.”

“And for fun,” Magnus added unhelpfully. Gemma’s glare grew fiercer.

“You’ve killed people, Magnus. Excuse me when I don’t trust you when you say you’re taking me out.”

She had a point, but he wasn’t about to admit that. “I got you that custom made Elie Saab dress. Would I have gotten that for you just so I could kill you?” He frowned.

“You’ve put me through enough Hell already that I wouldn’t be surprised.”

“And I’m trying to make up for that, baby. Please, one day? I have all these plans for you!”

With furrowed brows and wide eyes on her face, Magnus knew Gemma would need more than a few requests to come with him.

“I wasn’t lying the other day when I said you aren’t replaceable,” he began, stepping closer and gingerly taking her hand in his. “I can’t lose you in any way, because there’s no other Gemma Beaufort out there. Let me show you what you mean to me. Please?” His gentle voice was pleading, and Magnus made sure to make eye contact. Something had snapped in Gemma’s hard gaze, although she was trying to act hard still.

“Fine. But you only have one chance.”

An easy grin covered his face, and he kissed Gemma’s hand. “Thank you, baby. Now go put on that dress. I have a feeling it’ll fit perfectly.” He was just hoping it’d come off easily at the end of the night, too. Magnus wasn’t just emotionally attached to Gemma; the physical attachment was still going strong. And with someone as gorgeous as her, how could it not?

She shot him a glare as she turned back to her room, garment bag in hand. This was going to be an adventurous night.

////

“I still can’t believe you bought out the whole restaurant,” Gemma said with admiration. Magnus grinned at her cockily.

“Of course I did. You’re my princess and deserve to be treated as such.” He leaned back in his chair, enjoying the mixture of emotions playing out on Gemma’s face. Shock, confusion, something that said she was touched, some arrogance, and attraction, among others.

“I’m not your princess, you little maggot,” Gemma scoffed, pulling her gaze away from his dismissively.

Magnus grinned widely at her use of Emmy’s nickname. “You’re a princess to me,” he said, narrowly avoiding calling her his. She might not like that, even though that was how he thought of her. Not in a controlling way—no one could control Gemma—but in a caring way. He wasn’t going to be giving her up any time soon.

“And you’re still a maggot,” she sniffed.

“I love when you call me that.” Magnus reached across the small table in the center of the empty restaurant, taking one of her hands in his. They’d finished their meal and dessert. There wasn’t much left for him to give her. The flowers and chocolates had clearly warmed her icy heart. Something about how she was shocked he remembered those details. How could he not when she yammered on constantly about all of her favorite things?

“You love being called a maggot?” Gemma asked, chin lowered and an eyebrow raised. He offered her a shrug.

“Remind me why I’m here with you again?” she grumbled, pulling her hand away. He chuckled.

“Because I’m showering you with the love you deserve?” He reached into the inside of his suit jacket and pulled out a slim black velvet box. Gemma’s eyebrow raised at this again.

“What’s in there?”

“One of your last gifts. Open it,” Magnus said, setting it on the table in front of her. Gemma looked at him warily before opening the box. Her lips fell open in a gasp when realization hit her.

“Is this—“

“The limited edition necklace you tried to get Dani to steal for you last year? The one you’ve been obsessing over since before we met?” He chuckled softly. “It is.”

She stared at him in shock and admiration. “How did you get your hands on this? This is Princess Beatrice’s favorite necklace!”

“I know,” Magnus smirked. “But there’s one last thing.” He reached into the same inner coat pocket and pulled out a folded piece of printer paper with some lopsided hearts drawn on them. (Magnus was a scientist, not an artist.) “I made you this card.”

“I can tell you made it. It’s horrible looking.”

He scowled. “Just appreciate my gesture for once.”

“Oh, I appreciate all sorts of your gestures,” Gemma replied with a sexy smirk. His chances of her dress coming off easily at the end of the night were increasing. Good.

She opened the card, eyes reading the short message Magnus had memorized in his many drafts to perfect it.

‘I like chaos more than most people. You aren’t one of them.’

It was simple, and he definitely had debated whether to use like or love, but Magnus liked Gemma. He didn’t love her at this point. He loved chaos, but he liked her more than he loved chaos.

“Magnus,” Gemma breathed out. “I don’t really know how to say this—“

“That you like me? I already know that much, baby.”

She kicked his leg under the table. Magnus grunted.

“Yes, I like you, but there’s zero need to be so cocky!” The expression of pain slipped away from his face, replaced with a genuine smile.

“Then be my princess. Officially.”

Gemma smiled now, too, and Magnus was taken aback by the beauty in her eyes. So much spark, so much fire, so much life.

“One condition.” Her eyes hardened, making him nervous. This wasn’t going to be easy.

“What’s that?” His voice was slow.

“Whenever you have to leave me in a burning building for a distraction, you get me out on time. Every. Single. Time.”

Dang it. She was taking away his fun. “Okay.” He didn’t like it, but he would, because he liked Gemma more.

“Good. Now help me put this on?” She held up the necklace. He stood from his chair and walked to hers, gingerly clasping the necklace together around her neck and placing a kiss right above where the chain fell below her ear.

“What do you say we get out of here, princess?” he whispered, hands sliding down her waist to her hips to pull her closer.

Gemma’s voice was breathy. “Yes, please.”

#lovely larcenists

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canid-slashclaw · 4 years ago

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The Outliers - A Guild Wars Love Story

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapters 10 and 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13, Chapter 14, Chapter 15, Chapter 16 , Chapter 17, Chapter 18, Chapter 19, Chapter 20, Chapter 21, Chapter 22, Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Six months passed since Kaleb and Amalthia had first moved in together. Since that time, she transferred some of her most important possessions from her father's place - including the ubiquitous workbench and welding components, which she set up in Ulfgar's back storage room. Kaleb, on the other hand, could not quite bring himself to return to his old homestead, especially considering the circumstances of his departure.

His tour of duty with the Seraph was over, so now he had far more free time available to establish his career options. During this time, both he and Amalthia began searching for hotspots throughout Tyria, hoping to cash in on their respective combat skills. Helping to clean towns of troublesome undead became a particular specialty of theirs.

***

Kaleb clamored up a small hill while waving a brightly colored banner that was attached at the end of a long pole. As he held the colorful object aloft, the mournful groans of the undead became ever louder.

"Hey! Over here you maggot shitters!" In spite of their various states of decomposition, they moved with surprising bursts of speed. So much so that one of them nearly snagged Kaleb by the ankle just as he was trying to sprint away. When he reached the top of the precipice, he found that his only avenue of escape had been blocked. The undulating mass of festering corpses began surging directly towards him as he threw down the banner then pulled out his revolvers. His weapons blazed as scores of the rotten creatures began to fall in droves. Seconds later, he saw a row of their heads explode followed by a thunderous crack.

"Keep up the good work, love. You're doing great," came Amalthia's voice from another precipice three hundred yards away. She waved to him while lying in the prone position with her high-powered long rifle tucked firmly against her shoulder. Several shots from her longarm destroyed half a dozen of the putrid creatures as they tried converging on Kaleb's position.

"A little more off the side, if you don't mind Miss Steelblade," Kaleb shouted as he felled several more of the creatures with his revolvers.

"Be more specific, Mr. Grimwald. Left or right?"

Twelve more zombies surged upon Kaleb's position. He quickly turned, reloaded then emptied all but two rounds in each gun as the corpses fell all around him.

"Whichever side is closest to killing me first would be great. Please and thank you."

Amalthia reloaded as well then lined up more heads for a multi-shot takedown. As the high-velocity rounds ripped through the row of skulls, showers of rotten brain matter splattered across Kaleb's face and clothing.

"Ugh! Well, that's one jerkin that's going to become a work shirt," he quipped as he tried his best to prevent the rest of his designer outfit from getting soiled from the remnants of the undead.

"Serves you right for wearing your church clothes to a risen slaughter," Amalthia shouted with laughter.

Kaleb chuckled at the comment and responded in kind. "Well, then I am appropriately dressed, cause this sort of thing is my kind of preying!"

"Pray or prey? Homophones are a bitch, aren't they?"

"Oh. Now you're just being factious. Clear my back."

Amalthia unleashed two more rounds, as one of the risen's body started to convulse after it had been relieved of its head. Reloading, six more to your left."

"Got 'em!"

He fired the remaining four rounds then as he reached down to reload, he found that his ammo reserved had been completely exhausted.

"I'm out. Hit me up for some reloads," Kaleb shouted as he locked his eyes upon hers.

She grabbed four bundles of replacement speedload rounds then, then using an atl ltl-type throwing device, hurled them in Kaleb's direction. With reflexes rivaling that of a cat he caught the reloads then promptly attempted to chamber a full load of them into each revolver. However, the undead were almost upon him by the time he was trying to reload.

"Looks like Bob is gonna get a workout today." Kaleb drew his longsword and began hacking away at the risen masses.

"Did you hear that? Something's coming, love - something big!" Amalthia's lower ears began to twitch from picking up the low frequency sound.

"My hearing isn't a sensitive as yours. You have any clues as to what it might be?" Kaleb asked as he finally had a chance to reload his guns.

Amalthia replied. "Nada. Surely even you can hear it now, because it's really, really close."

Kaleb readied for the next onslaught when, suddenly, a cluster of trees in front of him began to part. Rising up from the parted treetops, stood a massive humanoid figure that looked to be at least thirty feet tall.

"I may not have heard it, but I sure as hell see it. Giant... RUUNN!"

With a measure of speed even he had not dreamed was possible, Kaleb darted towards a mass of undead all the while firing wildly, hoping to avoid the giant that was rapidly coming his way. The creature's enormous stride quickly closed the gap as he tried desperately to avoid its grasp. It was too late.

The hideous decomposing monstrosity grasped hold of the young man, lifting him up towards its massive head. He fired several rounds into its skull but with no effect. As the creature's lipless jaws yawned opened to devour its prey, drawing Kaleb ever closer towards its foul-smelling mouth, the abomination's entire body began to convulse. Suddenly, the creature began to buckle to the ground. Kaleb looked up at its face and saw standing atop its head; the backlit form of a slender horned feline. When the monstrosity finally crumpled to the ground, Amalthia was standing over the creature with her longsword planted deeply into the base of its skull.

"Base of the neck. It's the only way to kill those things, silly!" Amalthia said as she loped off the vanquished foe on all fours. She then ran over to Kaleb and gave him a brief but passionate kiss.

"Well, I knew that. I was just firing for effect."

"Yeah, right. Sure you were. You panicked. Admit it!" She playfully chided him.

"Did not!" He stuck his tongue out.

"Bullshit. Did too! Be a man and fess up!"

"Okay, okay. I'll admit, I was a little freaked when a thirty foot monster was going to turn me into two-hundred and ten pounds of poop," Kaleb retorted.

"Um. The undead don't poop."

"They do too. Or else how else would they be able to keep eating so much."

"Well, I've never seen one poop," Amalthia shook her head while grinning in amusement over the nature of the conversation.

Upon gaining his composure, Kaleb pointed to the fallen giant. "Poop or no poop, that's quite a haul, there. Whaddya think? A hundred gold just for the big guy?"

Amalthia shook her head. "Nah. Fifty tops. You know how cheap town mayors are in these places."

"Y'know. If neither of us had a conscience, we could have let them snack on a few of the townsfolk first. I'm sure the mayor would have paid us double for each head we turned in," Kaleb stated as he began the grim work collecting the heads (or at least what he could salvage) from the fallen undead.

"Blah! It's going to take me over a week to get this stench out of my fur. Well, it looks like I trashed yet another set of flashy clothes as well," Amalthia grumbled as she began hacking off the heads from the fallen corpses.

Kaleb gathered up a sack full of heads as well then hurled them into the back of the dolyak cart. Any skulls that were fragmented or too badly shattered to be reconstructed were placed in a separate wooden box.

"I hope they don't chince us on our kill count. I know I must have blown up at least thirty heads."

Amalthia began her own meticulous count. "Perhaps you should use Bob a bit more, then. He does give a much cleaner cut, after all."

"That's all fine and dandy from your point of view. You're not the one standing just inches away from hordes of gouls wanting to have you for their next meal." Kaleb sounded miffed.

Her ears drooped. "I didn't mean it that way, Kal. I was just trying to be funny, that's all."

Kaleb came up to give her a reassuring hug. "I'm sorry, honey. I shouldn't have snapped at you like that."

She looked into his eyes then gently licked him on the face. "It's alright, sweetie. I think the both of us are just tired, stressed and exhausted. Tell you what - once we show the town mayor our bounty and collect our pay, we can go to Lion's Arch and shop for some totally new wardrobes."

"Um. Did you just lick me after cleaning the undead gunk off your fur?"

Amalthia planted her muzzle on his lips then ran her tongue down his mouth for a moment before pulling away. "Would you expect anything else?"

She smiled and laughed. Kaleb, on the other hand, hunkered over and spat on the ground several times.

"I think I'm gonna be sick..."

***

The couple headed on over to Lion's Arch the following day. Flocks of seagulls soared low over the fishing docks as Amalthia and Kaleb enjoyed the seaside atmosphere. They were strolling along the boardwalk, hoping to find some unusual decor for their new place.

Kaleb held up a giant bronze starfish sculpture. "Like it?"

Amalthia placed her clawed finger to her lips then shook her head. "Nah. The nautical theme is just not our style."

"Bummer. It would have looked great hanging over our bed."

"Um. That's asking for a death wish, you know. One good bump and that thing will go falling off and wind up gouging through someone's eye socket. I'll pass, thank you very much," Amalthia said as she turned away giving a dismissive wave.

"Do your people perceive everything as being deadly? I thought they loved sharp, pointy objects." Kaleb quipped.

"Weapons, yes. Poorly made, tacky sculptures? No so much."

The artist merchant gave her an angry glare. Kaleb carefully placed the tacky object back on the display wall.

"Hey. Didn't we come here to buy new outfits?" He said.

"By Buntfur's tail... you're right love! Let's head on over to Ariyana's place."

Kaleb and Amalthia headed towards the main shopping district. Each wanting to hold the others' hand, but knowing that open displays of romantic affection between their races would only invite unwanted trouble.

They finally arrived at the boutique named Roses and Thorns Apparel. The menagerie of custom-made outfits overwhelmed Kaleb - everything from norn wedding gowns to sylvari casual wear was on display. He especially liked the charr-themed human-sized apparel.

The owner happened to see them walking in. "Darlings! Why come on in!"

"Hi Ari. I'm back, as promised," Amalthia said as she waved to the chicly dressed sylvari woman.

Ariyana immediately recognized her client and strode over with a grace befitting a feline. Her large green eyes looked Kaleb over carefully as the patterns in her barklike skin glowed a shimmering pale blue.

"Oh my. Who is this specimen of a man?"

"Kaleb's the name." He reached out to shake her hand. With the regalness of a courtier, she clasped his hand with both of her delicate fingers as she greeted him with a wide smile.

"Kaleb. Your name is no stranger to my ears. Amalthia, darling - tis good to see you!" She reached out to give the charr a hug.

Amalthia returned the favor. "Good to see you again as well, Ari. How are things going here? Is Jestin around?"

"Fine, fine. My dear. As a matter of fact, things are going quite splendidly. One of the noble families from Divinity's Reach commissioned us to design their wedding apparel. They wanted a norn theme with a bit of sylvari flare thrown in. Oh. I almost forgot... my fiancé is downstairs putting the finishing touches on a business suit for a client."

"I'm glad that things are working out so well for your business. So you and Jestin getting... what's the word, love?" Amalthia struggled with the word as she looked in Kaleb's direction.

"Married?" Kaleb helped her out.

"Yes. Married."

Ariyana's face lit up when she heard Amalthia call Kaleb 'love'. "Goodness me. So are you and this lovely lad together as well?"

Kaleb held Amalthia's pawed hand. "Yes we are. We've been through a lot together and I'm very happy to call her my significant other."

"Just a moment, dearie." Ariyana ran towards the basement stairway and shouted. "Jestin my dear. You must come up now. You'll want to see this."

"Be there in a minute, dear."

Unable to contain her jubilation, Ariyana gave both Kaleb and Amalthia a big hug. Her fiancé came up the stairs a short time later. He was a slender human of long blond hair and soft porcelain skin complexion. He appeared to be somewhat shy and introverted, but when he joined his mate his demeanor changed dramatically.

"Jestin. You remember Amalthia, don't you?"

"Yes I do. Nice to meet you Amalthia." He shook her hand and only gave Kaleb a friendly stare.

"He doesn't bite darling. This is Kaleb, Amalthia's mate."

"Mate? Oh wow! Nice to meet you Kaleb!" Jestin eagerly grabbed him by the hand and shook it vigorously.

Kaleb clapped him on the shoulder and smiled as he returned the handshake. "Nice to meet you too, Jestin. Even nicer to see that there are more couples like us around."

"So true, indeed," Ariyana said as she remembered something else. "Oh how rude of me. Would you two like to go out somewhere to dine or have you already eaten?"

"His stomach is a bottomless pit and so is mine. We are game," Amalthia replied as she gave Kaleb a quick kiss on the cheek.

The two couples headed out of the shop then down along the main thoroughfare as they perused the various eating establishments. Ariyana noticed that her friends were not holding hands in public and decided to provide some encouragement.

"It's okay, darlings. People here don't think twice about cross-racial couples displaying affection with each other."

Kaleb seemed skeptical. "But a human and a charr? I have yet to see a couple like Amalthia and I."

"Well, someone has to start somewhere. Might as well be now, right?" Ariyana said as she clasped hold of each of their hands and joined them together.

"Thanks, Ari. I just don't want our open display of affection to be a source of trouble for you and Jestin," Amalthia said as she held Kaleb's hand tightly.

As the quartet rounded the corner to the next alleyway that led to another row of shops, Kaleb noticed a group of around twelve scruffy men approaching their direction. When they got closer, he could see that they had a number of weapons sticking out from under their jackets.

"Well take a look at this sight, boys. Two humans holding hands with a fleabag and a walking cabbage," said a large bearded man with a scarred face and rotten teeth.

A smaller man with a patch over his left eye reached into his overcoat for something sinister. "We don't like their kind. Disgusting!"

"Disgusting is right. Get 'em, boys!" The twelve men rushed the quartet only to be stopped in their tracks when Kaleb drew his revolvers.

"I've got enough here for each of you. Now let's just call this a cultural misunderstanding and we'll all be on our merry way."

The big man laughed. "Oh. I'm scared of your big, bad guns. Go ahead, boy, and shoot. If you do, it'll bring the full force of the Brotherhood and the Lion Guard on top of yas."

"He's right, Kaleb. Let's do this up close and personal. Ready Bob?" Amalthia said as she reached to draw her longsword.

Ariyana stopped her before she could unsheathe her weapon. "It's okay, darling. No need to draw that long, nasty object."

"Ariyana, please... don't!" Jestin shouted as he tried to stop her.

Ariyana calmly moved towards the men as she began to monologue.

"I have invited my friends to brunch. And those who know me also know that I hate breaking promises. Now you all be good lads and run along," she smiled with a strangely wicked gleam in her eye.

"Well. If they are going to lunch then they'll need to have some appetizers first, starting with a salad," the big man said as he drew out his shortsword and lunged towards the sylvari.

When his blade swung down, all it met was air. But before he had time to react, a slender feminine form emerged from behind followed by unimaginable searing pain. Ariyana's dagger thrust deeply into the man's side, causing his eyes to roll back just seconds before he fell on the ground dead.

The remaining eleven men had no time to react before the sylvari's fleeting shadowy form began slashing away at their vital areas. One of the last things the skinny man saw as a dagger going into his eye socket. When it was all over, twelve bigots lay on the ground either dead or dying.

Amalthia looked at Kaleb and confessed. "You now, if I were into doing women, I would ask her to be my mate right now."

Kaleb laughed in agreement. "I would too."

"Aren't I enough for you, Kaleb?" Amalthia teased.

"Well, you made the statement. So I just had to respond in kind." He laughed.

Jestin just sat on the ground quivering in shock. "I... I had hoped she wouldn't slip back into her old ways. Damn those narrow-minded bigots for doing that to her!"

Ariyana wiped off her twin daggers using the cloth from one of the fallen goons then deftly slid them away under her pantaloons. "Aww. I'm so sorry, dear. I had a momentary relapse. People like them cause me to do that sometimes. Please forgive me."

"I do," Jestin said as he stood up and held his mate close.

"Glad to know he forgives you. But I can't say much for the Lion Guard. Lookout!" Kaleb said as he pointed towards some approaching soldiers. "If you will, dearie. Be so kind," Ariyana said to her mate who pulled out a small staff.

Within seconds, an invisibility bubble formed around them. Jestin then beckoned for everyone to head towards the alleyway at the far end of the street.

"Hurry! It will only hold for another ten seconds," he said while trying to maintain the illusion.

Mesmers. Gotta love 'em, Kaleb mused to himself as they successfully evaded capture.

The illusion fell away once they were safely on the other end of the row. Amalthia looked at her sylvari friend and said. "That was some mighty fine dagger play. Where'd you learn to do that anyway?"

Ariyana casually smiled acting as if nothing unusual had transpired. "Well. I wasn't always a fashion designer, you know. Before my beloved found me and saved me from those dreadful Nightmare Courtiers, I used to be one of their best assassins, although I am ashamed to admit it now."

"You were part of the Nightmare Court?" Kaleb queried.

The sylvari bowed and shook her head in shame. "It was a dreadful time for me. To even think I was part of that vile entity. Anyway, my beloved saved me from myself."

"How'd he do that?" Amalthia asked.

Jestin held his mate close. "I will explain the rest. She still gets very upset whenever this subject comes up."

The young man began to tell his tale of how he and some elementalists from the Pact forces came across a Nightmare Court patrol in the Brisbane Wilds. During the engagement, Ariyana managed to kill nearly every Pact member except for him.

"There I was scared out of my wits. She held those daggers just below each ear threatening to thrust them into the base of my skull. My death was only moments away when reinforcements arrived. While she was distracted, I managed to conjure an illusion to slip away. By the time she realized what happened, she was already surrounded."

He continued his tale.

"The Pact commander wanted to execute her on the spot. I, however, wanted to see her live to see her answer for her crimes. It was during our trek through the wilderness that she began to break down and confess that she really didn't want to be a part of the Court. She was chosen because of her natural ability with the blade. So by the time we reached base camp, my perception of her began to change. I no longer thought that she was an inherently evil person, err sylvari I mean. Anyway, she was just caught up in a situation where she had to adapt in order to survive."

Ariyana interjected. "Out of all my captors, he was the one who took the time to understand me for who I was. I suppose it was then that I began to fall in love with that human."

"So what about you? Did you fall in love with her?" Amalthia asked.

"It certainly wasn't love at first sight. But after talking to her awhile, my feelings for her began to grow. It was then that I decided to vouch for her character. Several weeks later, she was put on trial for her alleged crimes. Through a miracle of good fortune, I managed to convince the judiciary that she was a victim of circumstance. In the end, the court ruled in her favor. We've been together ever since," Jestin said with a smile as he held Ariyana's hand.

The sylvari smiled and asked. "Fair is fair. Please, tell us your story."

"Oh my. Where to begin," Amalthia said as she and Kaleb took turns discussing the origin of their love affair. After exchanging stories, the two couples headed on over to one of the local eateries. They arrived at a local seafood cafe and each ordered their own local dishes.

"I wonder if they will launch an investigation into that incident back there," Kaleb wondered as he dove into his plate of shrimp pasta.

"Murders happen here all the time. If I confessed, they might actually award me a medal for cleaning up the city of its filth. Sorry if the comment may come across as cruel and insensitive," Ariyana said with a sheepish look on her face. She and Jestin shared a crab legs delight with several sides of cornbread.

Amalthia laughed as she poured her mead over a fourteen-ounce bloody rare dolyak steak. "It's okay. I understand. The old ways never truly die out. Learn to embrace them, my sire always says, because you never know when they might come in handy."

Kaleb raised his glass to offer a toast. "No truer words spoken, m'dear! To the old ways... and new."

"Here, here," came the chorus.

Once they were finished with their meals, the four of them headed back to Ariyana's place of business. Kaleb looked at his outfit then at Amalthia's and realized they had lost track of their main reason for going to Lion's Arch in the first place.

"Ari. Can you possibly hit us up for some new outfits? We need ones that are durable and can survive the rigors of our profession," Kaleb commented as Amalthia nodded with a big smile in agreement.

"Why of course, darling. Once we are in the shop, I'll break out the sketchpad and we'll work out a design that is suited to you both! Oh. I have a wonderful vision in mind already."

Amalthia's ears fluttered. "Ohh. I can't wait to see your idea! Bite-resistant body armor is a must, though."

"But of course! You will never know it was even there," the sylvari said with a smile.

Kaleb interjected another idea. "Oh yeah. Our outfits must be matching, if possible. It would be nice for people to see that she and I work as a team."

"Consider it done, dearie."

Kaleb and Amalthia spent the next few hours getting their measurements taken by Ariyana and Jestin. Once the measurements were finished, Amalthia began perusing the rest of her friend's shop hoping to find some additional inspiration. She looked at a long, white dress that appeared to be made for a petite human.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" Kaleb said as he wrapped his arms around Amalthia holding her close.

Even though she was a head and a half taller at full standing height than Kaleb, she lowered her heels enough so his head could comfortably rest on her shoulder. He stroked her mane and kissed the side of her neck as she purred in satisfaction.

"Um. I suppose so. What exactly is it?"

Stunned, Kaleb gave her a brief explanation of human marriage rituals and mentioned some of the traditions and customs that went along with them. Upon hearing the information, Amalthia began to smile and gave her mate an affectionate lick on the face.

"So I guess that's what I'll expect if you have to kiss me," Kaleb said with a laugh.

Ariayana overheard the conversation and chimed in. "Ohhh. Wouldn't that be special? To have the two of you join under the banner of such a sacred tradition? You keep giving me ideas, my furry horned friend."

Amalthia turned to the sylvari. "It was actually Kaleb's idea to see me in one of those."

"My dear. You would look splendid!"

"I agree with Ari. That would look really good on you, with a few alterations of course," Kaleb said as he held Amalthia's pawed hands.

In the background, Jestin looked at his new friends and smiled as he walked over and stood next to his mate.

"It is truly the dawn of a new era in Tyria when a human and a charr consider getting married to each other."

Kaleb thought to himself as he held Amalthia close, indeed it is my friend, indeed it is. (All chapters have been posted to AO3. Chapter 24 is posted here.)

#gw2 fanfic #tyrias-library #the outliers #kaleb and amalthia #human and charr #guildwars fanfiction

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yhs-silly · 5 years ago

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Hang on there buddy #6

Trigger warnings: suicide mentions, self harm, ghost, character death, murder mention

Rowan had them sat in his office as he typed up a record, he spoke quieter then usual- but clearly more angry. "So let me get this straight: you try and hit Grian- who by the way has been struggling with mental illness for quite some time now- because he got angry at you for embarrassing him?" Lord Xelqua nodded, adjusting his icepack as Rowan scowled deeper. "And now you want to report Sam for losing it when jumping to defend his friend?" He raised an eyebrow and shifted in his seat.

Lord Xelqua nodded. "Yes, this heathen assaulted me withou-"

"I think the fuck not." Rowan glared and when Xelqua tried to speak he chuckled. "Oh you don't get to speak, you think you can come in here and mess with my most troubled students? You think you can simply try and hit one of my students? What the hell is wrong with you?" He continued to type. "I will make a report," He rolled his eyes at the Lord's smirk. "But it will be on you: parking your jet on private property, assault on a minor, aggravation of a mentally ill person, neglect and child abuse." He glanced at Sam and Grian with a smile. "You two will be fine, you did nothing wrong. Now get to class maggots!"

Sam grinned and grabbed Gran's hand, trying to drag him but when he realised that the blonde was frozen he simply picked Grian up and ran out. Lady Rustia stared in shock and disgust. "Don't call my son a maggot."

"It's fine, it inspires spite in them- spite is the best motivater." He smiles at her and continues to write up his report. "How are you anyway Mrs? That scream sounded rather panicked and you haven't said a thing yet, something on your mind?"

Prudence sighed. "Well I'm worried about Grian, I know I'm not the best parent, far from it...but I do care, and I know Grian thinks I don't but I just think he'd be happier on his own, you know?" Rowan nodded so Prudence continued. "I'm absolutely appalled that he tried to kill himself and I'm kind of let down that it took me talking down about his uncle for him to confess..."

Rowan raised an eyebrow, not being aware of who Grian was related to. "His uncle?"

"Yes, his uncle Gareth- I believe he used to work in this school?"

Rowan's eyes widened, the little blonde kid that was struggling with depression was the nephew of Gareth. Gareth was Rowan's best friend so the fact that not only had his best friend killed himself but his best friend's nephew had tried to follow hit hard, his breath hitched for a second but he remained professional. "Oh yeah, his grave's out back if you want to pay your respects." He saw Lady Rustia raise an eyebrow and he shrugged. "The kids seem to like it." He realised that this meant that Lady Rustia had been talking down about Gareth but he wasn't going to get angry about that, he was too angry anyway. He stood up as he finished and sent off his report and opened the door. "Now if you'd thank me, I've got work to get on with so if you'd mind..." He nodded to the doorway and the two nobles stood in turn, filing out of the office.

The class was gossiping again, about Grian's parents this time. They'd heard what happened with Sam and were giving Grian sympathetic looks and patting Sam on the back. J had stated how he was surprised that Grian was old money, he didn't act like it at all. Everyone had their own theories on how Grian could be so rich and yet so depressed at the same time.

Grian himself was highly uncomfortable, he didn't want his parents to be here. His father was harsh and judging and his mother could pick up micro emotions like it was obvious, they'd out him to all his friends and make him feel like shit while doing so- and his father would tell him they weren't worth his company anyway. They always disregarded his feelings, treated him like he was just some ornament they could string up whenever they needed someone to see what nice people they were. That was why he'd ran away all those years ago, it'd been to awful when his aunt brought him back to his mother, but of course Grian had forgiven her, she was the only person in this damn family who cared about him. Now there was no one...come to think of it, Gareth had been rather caring towards him, offering to hold his hand on the train because he knew Grian was scared of them, bringing him sweets whenever he visited, staying behind to babysit him when they all went for Grian's mothers birthday. Grian suddenly felt the guilt wash over him again, he wished he hadn't been such a bitter, selfish child- maybe that was why his parents hated him...

After a while, the bell rang for lunch and Grian stumbled downstairs with Taurtis making sure he was ok, Grian wasn't really sure, he'd avoided going to lunch with the rest and had always stayed behind slightly and today he knew why. The smell of all that food, some fresh, sent him reeling, he hadn't eaten proper food in ages, sure he'd had hospital food but he barely touched that- he only ate what he could manage without feeling sick. And now he was being attacked by the scent of fresh food, he couldn't help but feel faint. He was guided to a seat and had to watch as everyone opened their lunch boxes, his stomach growling as he gazed over at all the food.

He hadn't been able to buy anything as they hadn't stopped off at the shop, not that he was going to buy food anyway. He sat down next to Taurtis, pulling at lose threads in his uniform as he tried to ignore how hungry he was. Sam was having none of it, however. He frowned and broke his sandwich in half, putting one half on the table in front of Grian. "Eat, you've been through a lot recently, you need strength."

Grian stared down at the sandwich, guilt rising up in his chest again. "But it's your lunch..?" He didn't want to steal from Sam, the rabbit had been nothing but kind to him. Sam assured him it was fine, that he was giving it to him but one part really stood out to Grian.

"Your my friend and I love you dude, even if you weren't I'd want you to be healthy. Just sallow your pride and understand that we want to help, you're not stealing, you're accepting help."

Grian slowly nodded and bit into the sandwich, the first proper food he'd had in a while. The only hospital food they could get him to eat was mac 'n' cheese for every meal so this soft white bread with salted butter and crisp iceberg lettice made such a difference. Grian would've preferred meat but he wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth, he happily devoured his half of the sandwich, thanking Sam quietly as he sipped on a cup of water from the fountain.

After lunch they went to the changing rooms to get ready for gym and Grian had to face his next big challenge. He was expected to get changed in front of everyone but he didn't want anyone to see his scars when he removed his shirt. He sat on a bench quietly, trying to will himself into getting changed. It was J who finally noticed and went over to him, putting a hand on the blonde's shoulder with a friendly smile. "You know no ones forcing you to take part, I'm sure if you asked Rowan he'd let you sit this one out. Don't worry too much, no one holds it against you."

Grian nodded and let J lead him to Rowan who surprusbgly agreed and let Grian sit this lesson out, handing him a fidget cube to toy with. He did make Grian promise to take part tomorrow, telling him he can change in the toilets. The cube was surprisingly relaxing for Grian, the switch was his favorite, he sat silently clicking it as he watched the rest of the class play volleyball.

Maybe it was sweat, maybe it was Grian's crush or maybe it was the fact they were in Japan but Sam and Taurtis both seemed to sparkle. It was obvious that their team would win, what with Sam inherent advantage when it came to jumping and Taurtis's muscles. Grian would be lying if he said he wasn't enjoying the view, he felt something trickle onto his top lip, he wiped at it and came away with blood. He blushed bright red and felt the guilt wash over him once more, he shouldn't be this stupidly attracted to his friends. He forced himself to focus on his fidget cube, almost instantly calming down- utterly distracted.

But when he made eye contact with Taurtis as the taller went to change into regular clothes, the guilt returns and Grian groaned, buying his face in his hands. He looked up to see both Yuki and Chan looking at him, his anxiety rising in his chest. Chan aproached him quietly, muttering that Ellen had told her to tell Grian he was single now, Ellen was going back to pie. Grian nodded slowly, understanding. He did like Ellen but he knew the timing was off and it wasn't fair on them, Grian was surprisingly fine with this.

He sat there for a while, while the others all got dressed, just staring into space. Taurtis would have to dip out if the house viewing early as he had a date with Chan planned for tonight, so Grian wanted to see the most expensive houses first so his friend could see the best of what there was. They'd have to take picyuree to show him but Grian could manage that, he took mean photos. His attention turned back to his figet cube as he saw Okami and Rowan talking out of the corner of his eye. It took about five minutes before Rowan called over. "Hey maggot! You can keep that if you want!"

Grian thanked him as the class began to leave the changing rooms and head home, Sam can over and beamed at the smaller. "Hey G, how you feeling?"

"My parents want to take us on a house viewing." He answered as Taurtis bounced over, he stood up and started towards the exit. He could see his parents waiting just off grounds, his mother had changed into a pale salmon coloured dress and the pearls that adorned her neck were from harods, anyone would think she were going to a dinner party and not a house viewing in the suburbs.

#tw suicide #yhs #yhs grian #yhs sam #yhs taurtis #tw self harm #yhs rowan

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bitchimlugoobrious · 5 years ago

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I just finished reading Walden for the first time and people seem to have ~opinions~ on Thoreau, but personally, I enjoyed his imagery and even think he might’ve been pretty cool irl. Here’s some quotes I highlighted:

“[Thoreau] came early to recognize that some of his awkwardness in his social life was bound up with his own dissatisfactions, with looking for something, while all around him his fellow citizens seem to take their lives as they found them...”

“[Thoreau] was convinced that every singular existence, if it could be clearly perceived, could reveal, within itself, the whole, all that there is.”

“I should not talk so much about myself if there were anybody else whom I knew as well.”

“What old people say you cannot do, you try and find that you can.”

“This is the only way, we say; but there are as many ways as there can be drawn radii from one center. All change is a miracle to contemplate; but it is a miracle which is taking place every instant.”

“We are in great haste to construct a magnetic telegraph from Maine to Texas; but Maine andTexas, it may be, have nothing important to communicate.”

“... to maintain one’s self on this earth is not a hardship but a pastime, if we will live simply and wisely...”

“The youth may build or plant or sail, only let him not be hindered from doing that which he tells me he would like to do.”

“But I would not stand between any man and his genius; and to him who does this work, which I decline, with his whole heart and soul and life, I would say, Perservere, even if the world call it doing evil, as it is most likely they will.”

“Be sure that you give the poor the aid they most need, though it be your example which leaves them far behind.”

“His goodness must not be a partial and transitory act, but a constant superfluity, which costs him nothing and of which he is unconscious.”

“I found myself suddenly neighbor to the bird; not by having imprisoned one, but having caged myself near them.”

“Morning is when I am awake and there is a dawn in me. Moral reform is the effort to throw off sleep.”

“We must learn to reawaken and keep ourselves awake, not by mechanical aids, but by an infinite expectation of the dawn, which does not forsake us in our soundest sleep.”

“It is something to be able to paint a particular picture, or to carve a statue, and so to make a few objects beautiful; but it is far more glorious to carve and paint the very atmosphere and medium through which we look, which morally we can do. To affect the quality of the day, that is the highest of arts.”

“I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived. I did not wish to live what was not life, living is so dear; nor did I wish to practice resignation, unless it was quite necessary. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life, to live so sturdily and Spartan-like as a put to rout all that was not life, to cut a broad swath and shave close, to drive life into a corner, and reduce it to its lowest terms, and, if it proved to be mean, why then to get the whole and genuine meanness of it, and publish its meanness to the world; or if it were sublime, to know it by experience, and be able to give a true account of it in my next excursion.”

“But if we stay at home in mind our business, who will want railroads?”

“God himself culminates in the present moment, and will never be more divine in the lapse of all the ages.”

“We meet at meals three times a day, and give each other a new taste of that old musty cheese that we are.”

“In our most trivial walks, we are constantly, though unconsciously, steering like pilots by certain well-known beacons and headlands, and if we go beyond our usual course we still carry in our minds the bearing of some neighboring cape…”

“Not till we are lost, in other words not to we have lost the world, do we begin to find ourselves, and realize where we are in the infinite extent of our relations.”

“Give me the poverty that enjoys true wealth.”

“If the day and the night are such that you greet them with joy, and life emits a fragrance like flowers and sweet-scented herbs, is more elastic, more starry, more immortal, - that is your success. All nature is your congratulation, and you have caused momentarily to bless yourself. The greatest gains and values are farthest from being appreciated. We easily come to doubt if they exist. We soon forget them. They are the highest reality. Perhaps the fax most astounding and most real are never communicated by man-to-man. The true harvest of my daily life is somewhat as intangible and indescribable as the tints of morning or evening. It is a little star-dust caught, a segment of the rainbow which I have clutched.”

“There is never an instant’s truce between virtue and vice. Goodness is the only investment that never fails.”

“Every man is the builder of a temple, called his body, to the god he worships, after a style purely his own...”

“... but what beside safety they got by sailing in the middle of Walden I do not know, unless they love its water for the same reason that I do.”

“A house whose inside is as open and manifest as a bird’s nest...”

“Nature puts no questions and answers none which we mortals ask. She has long ago taken her resolution.”

“Heaven is under our feet as well as over our heads.”

“In spring the sun not only exerts an influence through the increase temperature of the air and earth, but its heat passes through ice a foot or more thick, and is reflected from the bottom in shallow water, and so also warms the water and melts the underside of the ice, at the same time that it is melting it more directly above, making it uneven, and causing the air bubbles which contains to extend themselves upward and downward until it is completely honeycombed, and at last disappears suddenly in a single spring rain.”

“The day is an epitome of the year. The night is the winter, the morning and evening are the spring and fall, and the noon is this summer.”

“I am affected as if in a particular sense I stood in the laboratory of the Artist who made the world and me, - had come to where he was still at work, sporting on this bank, and with excess of energy strewing his fresh designs about.”

“The very globe continually transcends and translates itself, and becomes winged in its orbit.”

“A single gentle rain makes the grass many shades greener. So our prospects brighten on the influx of better thoughts. We should be blessed if we lived in the present always, and took advantage of every accident that befell us, like the grass which confesses the influence of the slightest dew that falls on it; and did not spend our time in atoning for the neglect of past opportunities, which we call doing our duty.”

“We can never have enough of nature. We must be refreshed by the sight of inexhaustible vigor, vast and titanic features, the seacoast with its wrecks, the wilderness with its living and its decaying trees, the thunder-cloud, and the rain which lasts three weeks and produces freshets. We need to witness our own limits transgressed, and some life pasturing freely where we never wander.”

“Compassion is a very untenable ground. It must be expeditious. Its pleadings will not bear to be stereotyped.”

The last are only from the Conclusion:

“ The universe is wider than our views of it.”

“Patriotism is a maggot in their heads.”

“ I learned this, at least, by my experiment: that if one advances confidently in the direction of his dreams, and endeavors to live the life which he has imagined, he will meet with a success unexpected in common hours. He will put some things behind, will pass an invisible boundary; new, universal, and more liberal laws will begin to establish themselves around and within him; or the old laws will be expanded, and interpreted in his favor in a more liberal sense, and he will live with the license of a higher order of beings. In proportion as he simplifies his life, the laws of the universe will appear less complex, and solitude will not be solitude, nor poverty poverty, nor weakness weakness. If you have built castles in the air, your work need not be lost; that is where they should be. Now put the foundations under them.”

“Let everyone mind his own business, and endeavor to be what he was made.”

“If a man does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer. Let him step to the music which he hears, however measured or far away.”

“Sat what you have to say, not what you ought. Any truth is better than make-believe.”

“However mean your life is, meet it and live it; do not shun it and call it hard names.”

“Cultivate poverty like a garden herb, like sage. Do not trouble yourself much to get new things, whether clothes or friends. Turn the old; return to them. Things do not change; we change. Sell your clothes and keep your thoughts.”

“Humility like darkness reveals the heavenly lights.”

“Money is not required to buy one necessary of the soul.”

“Rather than love, than money, than fame, give me truth.”

#walden #life in the woods #henry david thoreau #thoreau #environmentalism #not sure why i thought this post was necessary #literature

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dngrs-untld-hrshps-unnmbrd · 6 years ago

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A Very Merry Dornix

As snow and Dawning festivities enshroud the Last City, a civilian scientist smuggles a dead Eliksni Captain inside the Walls. However, he turns out to be less deceased than she first thought, and just as interested in her as she is in him.

“Lexana. What the hell have you got there?”

Flurries of snow were falling all around and Lexana’s cart had left deep grooves in the muddy, icy road. The motor had failed several miles down the road and she’d had to push it back to the Last City gates.

Lexana straightened and shoved her glasses up her sweaty nose. Nonchalantly, she leaned against the cart and put her hand on her hip. “Noth—nothing,” she panted.

The sentry’s eyes narrowed. Mav had grown used to her coming and going as she often collected plants and fauna from outside the Walls. If the Last City was to flourish they needed to accumulate more knowledge. This was her contribution.

And her personal obsession. She had to know everything.

Sometimes everything included a dozen rattlesnakes, which Mav had taken exception to. He started forward with two others to inspect the contents of her cart.

Lexana reached beneath the tarpaulin and pulled out a fistful of wriggling larvae. “Maggots! For my fish collection.”

All the sentries reeled back, their faces pinched with horror. Thank goodness she’d collected some maggots as well.

“You need a whole cartload of those things?” Mav asked, waving her through, the disgusted expression still on his face.

“I have a lot of fish,” she panted, pushing the cart once more, grateful that they hadn’t offered to help her. “Happy Dawning!”

“Get your cart fixed,” he called after her.

“I will! Thank you!”

Lexana lived alone in a run-down part of the City, but she didn’t mind the peeling paint and bad plumbing in her big, old house, and neither did her experiments. Mostly she worked with plants, as agriculture was her passion, but she enjoyed keeping all manner of creepy crawlies, fish and critters, too. If she came across a particularly interesting dead specimen she would bring it home to dissect it or stuff it.

As she had today.

Gleefully, she plugged her electric cart into the mains and it blooped into life. As she’d suspected, the batteries were just flat from hauling the heavy load. The maggots put carefully aside and her workbench clear, she punched in a few commands and the cart upended its contents onto the long table.

A dead Fallen Captain. It tumbled out, a mass of limbs and cloak and gleaming armour. What a beauty.

Furtively, she twitched the curtains more tightly closed. It wasn’t as if she was breaking any formal rules, but people could get touchy about an Eliksni within the City, even a dead one.

Having shaken the snow from her hair and taken off her coat, she got to work. The armour had to be unbuckled and laid carefully aside, and then she snipped away at the alien’s underclothing until the creature was naked on the table.

Lexana surveyed her find. It was…well, it was beautiful. Thick through the arms and legs, with a broad chest and huge hands and feet. A reptilian skull with rows of shiny pointed teeth. She couldn’t tell if it was male or female as the sexual organs were somehow hidden. She couldn’t tell how it had died, either. There was no injury anywhere.

So, where to start? Those arms were fascinating. She’d always wanted to know what was going on beneath the Fallens’ exoskeletons and how their limbs moved. Perhaps it was hydraulics. She picked up a scalpel and hovered over one of the shoulder joints, wondering where and how to make the first incision in the shiny carapace.

A hand shot out and grabbed her wrist. A very large, clawed hand. Four bright yellow eyes were open and glaring at her.

Lexana stared back, frozen in shock.

The Eliksni opened its mandibles, revealing rows of devastatingly sharp, tiny teeth, and hissed.

Loudly.

Lexana screamed and dropped her scalpel.

The Eliksni sat up and slid off the table, tatters of uniform falling to the ground, limbs flailing. It knocked its pile of armour over with a crash and her tray of metal instruments went flying all across the floor. The Eliksni stood over her, growling. Slowly to her horror, it dropped into a fighting crouch, its claws undulating menacingly.

“I’m sorry!” Lexana said, backing away. “I thought you were dead. Oh, Traveler. Please don’t kill me.”

It picked up her scalpel and shoved it into her hand, and then dropped back into the crouch.

She put the instrument down hastily. “Oh—no—I don’t want to fight you. I’m a scientist. I just wanted to see how you worked.” She raised her hands in surrender, her eyes darting all over the room, looking for an escape. What was going to happen when it got loose in the City? If this Eliksni didn’t do it, Mav was going to kill her.

Seizing on the only thing she could think of, Lexana pointed at its arm and then flexed her own, indicating the tendons and muscles. “I just wanted to know how you worked. I’m a scientist.”

The Eliksni regarded her with narrow, suspicious eyes. If she could keep it quiet until midnight maybe she could sneak it out without anyone knowing. If she lived that long.

The Eliksni looked slowly around the room. At the workbench. The tanks of fish and insects, the sketchbooks and datapads. It’s head on one side, it turned back slowly to her and pointed at the ridges in its carapace, and then at her arm.

“Yes!” she said excitedly. “You understand don’t you? I was examining you, not trying to hurt you. You must have your own scientists on board your ships, I’m sure.” She pushed her glasses up her nose and then reached carefully for its arm. She ran her finger along one of the ridges, and then looked up at the Eliksni, questioningly.

It took her free hand and began examining her, seeming just as curious about her as she was about it. Together they peered closely at each other’s limbs and she was aware of it claws pricking her flesh. Maybe it liked science, too. Or maybe it was just sizing her up for a meal.

A moment later it pulled at her t-shirt and rucked it up, peering at what was beneath.

“Um—that’s not—”

The Eliksni pulled the t-shirt up over her head and Lexana felt her face heat. “Fair’s fair, I suppose,” she said with a shaky laugh, examining its shoulders. Her subject poked and prodded at her, touching her bones and stroking the flesh of her breasts over her bra.

“Handsy, aren’t you?” she muttered, before going back to what she was doing. She was touching a living Eliksni, probably the first of her kind to do so. It was a handsome creature, all elongated limbs and tough exoskeleton. There was something both savage and proud about it, and she thought back to the little she knew about the Eliksni. This was a captain who’d proved itself in battle and been allowed to grow large and strong and command other troops.

Her fingers travelled over its chest, its belly, looking for clues as to how their kind reproduced. The alien made a sound deep in its chest, its claws tightened on her ribs, and then something happened.

Oh, wow. He was male, then. Very male. Some plates between his legs had parted and she saw not one, but two, members emerge. Snakes had two pensises, so perhaps Eliksni had evolved from some sort of reptile ancestor that—

The Eliskni grasped her hand and wrapped it around one of his members, and then peered at her questioningly. He was fleshy and cool to the touch, and pleasingly thick in her hand.

“Oh! Okay them. Um. Very, interesting. Scientifically.” Lexana felt her face heat but she couldn’t look away from him. Science wasn’t supposed to be embarrassing. Science wasn’t supposed to make you feel all fluttery either, but seeing his large claws clamped around her hand which was wrapped around one of his erect cocks was making her feel like there were butterfly wings beating against her sex.

He made a clicking noise, and she felt a tugging on her pants.

“I think I’ve done enough science for today!” she said shrilly, pulling away.

The Eliksni paused, and then dropped his hands, drooping a little. Not his members, though. They stayed proudly upright and she couldn’t drag her eyes away from him. Not when her heart was pounding alarmingly hard in her underwear. Even though he was another species he was aggressively man-shaped, and the eyes that peered at her were sharply intelligent.

Lexana looked furtively around the lab. The doors were locked. They were just curious about each other. There was no harm in it.

No one needed to know.

Tentatively, she held a hand out toward his belly and looked at him questioningly. He took her hand and placed it back around his members, and made a little sound in his throat. When she slid her hand up and down he made the sound again, louder.

Biting her lip hard, she felt the heat in her sex pulse harder and a surge of wetness as she squeezed her thighs together.

His lower claws set to work on the rest of her clothing, muddling through peeling it off her body. His touches on her naked skin were not very scientific. Hers on his weren’t, either. They were…caressing each other. Like lovers. And it felt so nice to be touched this way.

She tapped her chest, and whispered, “Lexana.”

After she’d repeated it a few times, he got the idea and said it, too. When she touched his chest, he growled, “Dahhw-nig.”

It was difficult to make out the word sounds. “Dawning?”

He spoke more slowly. “Dornix.”

“Dawning. Door nicks.” She couldn’t roll her Rs like him. “Well, aren’t you festive.”

He bent down to her, put out his tongue and ran it over the tips of her breasts. Lexana moaned softly, and grasped the table behind her to support herself. Sometimes you had to lick science, such as when you were trying to tell rock from bone. Sometimes, it seemed, science licked back.

Dornix grasped her about the waist and sat her atop the table, running his tongue from her navel up to her throat and behind her ear.

“Hey,” she panted. “I’m supposed to be examining you.”

He snuffled in her hair for a moment and she giggled, barely noticing he was edging her thighs apart. Two of his hands were hugging her legs to him, and that felt nice. The tip of a pointed cock nudged her entrance, and then slid a little inside.

“Holy fucking Traveling Wilburys!” She grasped him by his massive shoulders and leaned back, staring down at her sex. He wasn’t very deep, and holy crap that looked strange, her familiar flesh wrapped tightly around his lower, thicker member, while the other was protruding up along her pubic bone. He got thicker closer to the base and was covered in rows of little bumps.

He didn’t move, only looked down at her questioningly, blinking his four bright eyes.

Then he moved his hips just a little, making that clicking sound again, softly encouraging, and she felt him shift around inside of her. A little moan of pleasure escaped her. He felt cool within her heat, and with both of them so slippery it was just so easy to imagine letting him go on and seeing what would happen next.

Dornix leaned down and snuffled in her ear again. A friendly, needy little sound, nudging at her coaxingly. His tongue flicked out across her throat. He was asking her to mate with him.

Maybe just—just a little bit more. For science.

She leaned back on her palms and wriggled her butt to the edge of the bench and his cock deeper into her. Oh, Traveler, that felt amazing. He began to move slowly, watching, fascinated, as his member sank into her, drew out, and sank again. This must be as strange for him as it was for her. She wondered what she felt like to him. What he made of her moans, her ragged breathing. His other member was rubbing firmly against her clit with each thrust. It was sticky and oozing something clear and making her sex tingle, which was interesting in and of itself, but all she could think about right now was fuck yes that feels amazing don’t stop Dornix please don’t stop.

She looked up at him through her eyelashes, her vision hazy and her lips parted. Her science experiment was mating with her. This was really bad science, but a really really good Dawning.

Lexana reach down to his other member, rubbing up and down his length and holding it tighter against her clit. Dornix seemed to like it and made a growling sound deep in his chest. His thrusts got deeper and more energetic. Her sex was easing up around him and she was amazing how much of his length was disappearing inside her with each thrust. Maybe it was that stickiness he oozed. Who cared right now.

Dornix took hold of her with all four of his hands, supporting the weight of her body as he fucked her vigorously. The pressure inside of her and against her clit was building and building. She tried to keep her cries down but couldn’t help the shout of pleasure as her orgasm burst through her. Her hand worked up and down on his member, harder than ever, and a moment later his come gouted up over her and covered her breasts. Inside, she felt him spurt, and he filled her quickly until he was dripping out of her and spattering onto the floor. He thrust a dozen or so more times, looking down between them at the sight of their joined bodies, and then stilled. Holding her tightly he gathered her close against him and pressed even deeper into her.

Lexana closed her eyes, enjoying his four-armed embrace and deeply lodged member. His breath stirred in her hair and he made a deep rumbling noise in his chest, like a purr.

A moment later he pulled away, and she looked around dazedly. Her lab was a mess. Come, clothing tatters and instruments were all over the floor. In a tank across the room, a large fish glubbed at her reproachfully. You mind your own business, silly old fish.

Dornix reached down and fitted his breather mask over his face and tucked a canister of something under his arm. Ether, presumably.

Lexana felt a thud of disappointment. He was leaving already. That was pretty callous of him.

Suddenly embarrassed, she reached for her clothes, but then felt herself gathered up against Dornix and bodily carried toward the door. He wandered through her house with her in his arms, seeming to look for something. Finally, when he found her bed, he dropped her down into it and sank down beside her.

“Oh, sleeping, are we?”

Dornix already had his eyes closed. Perhaps he was feeling his injury at last, whatever it was. Both of them could use a shower but Lexana found she couldn’t be bothered. It was dark outside now and more snow was falling. It was oddly comfortable, being nestled in his arms and listening to the faint hiss of his ether tank. A short while later, she fell asleep.

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Gray light was peeking around the curtains when Lexana awoke to find four hands squeezing her thighs and breasts.

“Good morn—”

Dornix splayed her on her belly and knelt between her thighs, and then thrusted into her, hard and fast. Lexana cried out and flexed her hips up toward him. Oh Traveler. Morning sex. She’d forgotten how good it was when sleep was bracketed by bouts of love-making.

Dornix put two hands on her hips and pulled her up, angling her sex toward him. This time when she felt him against her she felt the tips of two cocks, not one. Slowly, deliberately, he penetrated her with both, taking care to go slowly, a question in his movements: was this going to work? Lexana squeezed her eyes shut and gripped the blankets, trying to relax. She felt like she was being stretched to breaking point but in the best possible way. He thrust shallowly at first, and then coaxed his way deeper, inch by inch. She came up on her hands and bore back against him, matching his thrusts. His claws raked her flesh and tangled in her hair, and she watched him over her shoulder as she rubbed circles on her clit. He was saying strange words to her as he mated with her, and his claws covered her hand briefly, as if wondering what she was doing. When he started massaging her clit instead she let him, and as she came she seemed to allow him even deeper, and he pulled her up and bore her down on his members as he came.

Panting, she collapsed back onto the bed, looking up at him through a curtain of her hair. “Maybe I can keep you just for the Dawning. Would you like that, Dornix? To spend the Dawning with me, just the two of us?”

Dornix scooped her tightly into in his arms and snuffled against her ear. There were so many experiments she should be attending to, but they could all wait. She was going to have a very merry Dornix instead.

Outside her warm room, the City was hushed, and the snow kept falling.

Happy Dawning, Guardians! Thank you for reading xx

#destiny fallen #eliksni #destiny forsaken #black armory #destiny 2 #the dawning #destiny fanfiction

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clown-bait · 5 years ago

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Monster Family (Monster Roommate AU) Ch6

Finally found some time to write! Things have been BONKERS with work and family Ive not had any time to my self. I want to still get stuff out though so heres a poor clown dealing with the aftermath of a night out. He’s not having a good day.

What the hell happened. Eons of existence and for the first time in his long life Pennywise could not for the life of him remember the night before. The clown's eyes creaked open and immediately shut them when the sudden skull splitting "headache" followed. The groan he released was absolutely pathetic.

"Look who’s finally rejoined the land of the living" he heard his pillow say.

"Where am I?" He snarled and held his throbbing head.

"Neibolt, my bed." His mate said as he felt her hand pet his loose unkept hair. Knowing it was his Leech he was curled up to, the eldritch dropped his guard releasing a long puff of warm air as he did so. One of his exhausted arms reached around her swollen waist and he buried his nose into the crook of her neck not wanting to deal with the teasing inevitably to come. He was nude, which didn't bother him now knowing where he was, but he still couldn't figure out how he got here and what exactly led to him being naked and in immense pain. Last thing he could actually remember about the night before was revealing that he could actually become intoxicated and then eating that chocolate "Did we?" He mumbled his powerful demeanor completely shattered by his pitiful tone of voice.

"You dry humped me for 5 minutes then passed out." His vampire signed. "Your suit was wet and sticky wasn't going to let you sleep on me like that."

Pennywise simply grunted in response and Leech snorted. "Do you want to hear about the rest of it?"

"There's more?" He whined.

"I'm kinda mad at you and we are no longer allowed at any Applebees in the state of Maine."

The clown groaned against her skin. "What you're experiencing right now is a hangover and if you want me to make it go away I want a full verbal apology now and the rest when you're better."

Pennywise snarled and moved away from her acting like a spoiled child. "I will not grovel for your forgiveness." He bore his teeth at her while holding the side of his head.

"You made out with the wrong girl you're not in a position to argue."

The clown's eyes grew wide with surprise.

"Yeah." Leech sat up smirking triumphantly. "I broke your nose for it and then you drank an entire bottle of champagne after throwing up in an ice bucket!"

"I- my nose?"

"You really have no idea what you did last night do you? This is great I love having this power!"

"You have no power over me!" The eldritch snarled at her in the dimly lit room to which his mate responded by turning on her lamp. Pennywise recoiled in pain from the bright light holding his head and curling dramatically into a ball.

"Beg to differ Ruffles." Leech grinned shutting off the light. "Tell you what, you make it up to me and I'll delete the footage of you proposing to a lamp."

The clown groaned loudly again scrunching himself tighter in agony. "I promise I'll go easy on you." She purred rubbing his back "you might even enjoy yourself."

"And what do you wish of me?"

"I want a whole day just you and me whatever I want."

Pennywise let out a long sound of pain. His massive form showing her a side no one living or dead had ever seen. He was vulnerable and small despite being nearly 7ft tall with hands the size of her head. It made the vampire feel pride that he trusted her this deeply.

"Oh come on Pen Im not going to torture you…. too much. I think you can handle 24 hours of being nice to Leech."

"I'm already very nice to you."

"Sure Grumpywise, sit up."

He did as he was asked and Leech could see the hangover clearly on his painted features. His normally pristine red lines splintered up his faux grease paint skin and his blackened eye makeup was much more exaggerated, accentuating his eye bags. To make things short, he looked like hell. Leech swung her leg over him and placed her thumbs on his massive temples applying gentle pressure as she rubbed them. Pennywise's tired pained eyes relaxed and grew heavy as she soothed him, a purr rumbled in his chest keeping time with her rhythm. "Feel good?" His mate asked him warmly and he responded with a soft grunt of approval. Her fingers stopped after a moment and Pennywise's eyes cracked back open "I'll cure the rest of it if you agree to take me on an I'm really sorry date." The insect growl he let out was menacing to the untrained ear but Leech knew her mate well enough to know that was a yes. She leaned in and kissed him deeply then left his warmth to grab something on her nightstand. "This will be nasty for you but it'll kick your ass into functioning again. We'll grab some doughnuts for you to cover the empty stomach for now." The drink she handed him smelled wrong and had a foul color not unlike gray water. The clown bared his teeth at the cup. "Trust your bartender Ruffles." Leech pushed the glass into his hands "she loves you very much."

"You're going to poison me again." He growled.

"You want to feel better? Drink." She insisted and punctuated her words with a soft kiss to his cheek. "Hold your nose and gulp it" Pennywise winced pinching his red nose and knocking the beverage back swallowing hard. After his fangs shot forward past his tongue which hung out in utter disgust.

"Good now drink this for the taste" his mate handed him a colorful sports drink which he completely devoured, the sugar indeed helping with whatever it was he just ingested. Her hand fell onto his belly rubbing it a few times as she combed his loose hair. "Feel better?"

Pennywise grunted stubbornly.

"That didn't sound too convincing frowny-clowny!" His mate teased him nuzzling his nose completely unafraid of the eater of worlds at his worst and most vulnerable. Pennywise snarled and shoo-ed her away baring his fangs in an empty threat. "I got one more cure to make you better Ruffles." She purred crawling back to him.

"What?" He spat and watched her with weary eyes.

"Some good old fashioned tender," her leg swung over his waist. "Loving," hands ran back through his mess of orange hair and her lips leaned in close to his own. "Care." Leech barely got out before making contact moaning softly against his lips. The clown's facial features were of annoyance but there was no denying the rumbly purr rising from his chest and the way his gloved hand slid down her spine to rest inside her shorts. He couldn't say no to something as sweet as this, maybe this wasn't too awful.

Hours later the boogeyman of Derry reclined outside of a changing room, sporting sunglasses over his eyes to block the sting of the store's stale fluorescent lights. He watched giggling potential teenage meals pass by and stifled a ravenous whine in his throat. A few of them even stopped to check him out which made his already ill human form gag a bit at the thought. "How much longer?" He complained wanting to growl at another pack of humans like a junkyard dog. He settled for maggots in their fancy blended coffees instead. Their squeals of terror brought a smug grin to his face and a rumble to his stomach.

“Alright opinions on the shirt.” finally his mate’s voice called to him from the entrance of the changing room

“It looks fine.” the eldritch mumbled barely interested.

“You didn't even look in my direction Pen.”

Pennywise groaned and turned his head, then let out a high pitched noise of anger at the sight of the sea turtle across his mate’s chest. “I change my mind!” he snarled recoiling in disgust. Leech cackled hard enough to snort and wheeze at his reaction. The more she learned about her love's mysterious ways the more she was able to push his buttons. The power trip alone felt amazing.

“Pen are you saying this doesn't look good on me? That's not very nice at all for you to say!”

A row of fangs split through Robert Gray’s handsome human face. “Remember you promised to be nice to me today Wuffles.” his mate’s sharp front teeth glinted at him as she adjusted her sore swollen breasts in the shirt. It felt blasphemous that two of his favorite things had to be adorned by such a disgusting creature.

“Love is suffering.” he shut his eyes and groaned struggling with restraint to tear the offending garment from his mate’s body.

“Are you admitting to being a masochist?” she teased him that sly grin almost daring him to lose his temper. Instead the eldritch huffed and spun her around marching her back to her changing room and swatting her rear playfully to get her to go in.

“That's your kink dear.” he said flatly resting his long arms over the railing of the stall and eyeing her with expectation.

“Seem to recall you rather enjoying last girl's night when you let me use my claws on your ass.”

“Wednesday is the only day I will allow such things, and make no mistake darling, I'm still always in control.” his features grew dark and his perfect upturned nose twitched in a way she could see the little dimples above his nostrils. She hated when he did that and he knew it did things to her.

“Why are you even still here? This is the ladies changing room.” she attempted to chide him and Robert arched a brow in that oh so Pennywise way.

“One can argue that I am female,”

“In your true from yes. But right now Robert Gray is about to get me kicked out of the Derry mall for perving.”

The eldritch rolled his eyes and shut the door behind him, his massive form making the small stall feeling slightly claustrophobic. “Better?” he smirked as he twirled a lock of her fake platinum hair around his finger.

“No! How am I supposed to change with your giant ass in here?”

“You can always let me-”

“Oh no you don't! We still have a whole date to get through and I'm not done annoying you just yet.”

Robert whined and sat down on the bench pulling her by the hips a bit “just a bite then. The sooner that offensive garment is gone the better.”

“You're really bothered by it aren't you?” Leech smirked and allowed him to man handle her just a bit. After all saying no to him was incredibly difficult.

“It's one thing to cover my queen in this disgusting image but my unborn young as well? Blasphemy.”

“Mmm blasphemy my favorite thing.” the vampire hummed as her mate’s fingers pushed under her shirt feeling the curve of her swollen belly with reverence.

“I'm well aware.” he purred drawing his lips closer to her, pushing the shirt up further. She stopped him before he could get to her breasts, pushing his hunger filled hands back down and earning herself an annoyed groan from her eldritch.

"Close your eyes.”

“Why?” he demanded and pouted like a child.

“Because I'm wearing a surprise under this and you cant see till later."

“Surprise me now then”

“Pen if you want to have fun with this you're gonna have to trust me and wait.” she kissed him anyway and the needy whine he let out was almost enough to convince her to change her mind. “Don't look ok?” he didn't say anything but he did obediently close his human form's hungry silver eyes. Leech put her hand over them as she quickly removed the clothing she was trying on just in case. Pennywise was definitely the type to peek at his presents early. She took her hand away when she was down to only her panties and immediately she felt herself being grabbed and kissed with ferocity. It's not like he hadn't seen all this before but Leech wouldn't lie that his reaction to her semi nude form was a major confidence boost. “Fuck Pen,” she mumbled into him feeling fangs in his mouth and claws at her back. “Hold out for just a little while longer for me.”

The creature hissed and held her tighter. “Come on Ruffles trust me its worth it.”

Robert Gray returned to what could be considered normal while pouting a bit as his mate got dressed pulling her hoodie over her wig to protect herself from any sunlight. The eldritch scooped up her wanted clothes rather impatiently and patted his lap motioning for her to sit.

"Are you endorsing shoplifting?" Leech raised an eyebrow at him and smiled mischievously

"I'm being nice" Robert shrugged. "you were going to try it anyway dear, my way is quicker."

"I'm starting to like when you're nice." Leech smiled and got comfy her arms holding tight around his neck. "Home please."

"Don't get too used to it, I have plans for you tonight sweet thing." He purred against the soft fabric of her hood.

"Is that a threat or a promise?"

"You'll have to wait its a surprise!" He giggled and poofed them out of the store leaving tags and a discarded turtle shirt where they once sat.

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