#‘’ that’s a hell of a story ‘’ // drabble

[da-shrimping-station]

Feast

Beelzebub x Reader

minors DNI or im busting your kneecaps 💚

suggestive content | bondage | a bit of food play | inspired by that Beel art from the Komiket interactive display | honestly idk what else to add

bare minimum editing/proofreading | english is not my first language

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You felt like the luckiest bastard in Hell right now.

There was an entire buffet laid out in the room. Plates upon plates of mouth watering dishes that would make anyone stuff themselves full. Drinks of every kind in pretty bottles and glasses. Fine cutlery and dining ware laid out on white sheets, waiting for you to sit down and glut yourself until you burst. Despite the smells wafting into your nose and the generous portions catching your eye, you head straight to the main course.

It was a sight that made you drool the second you saw it. It wasn't just the bare torso or the ribbons or the bottle of expensive champagne tucked into his pants. It was the fact that the King of Gluttony was propped up on a pedestal, eyes blazing and teeth gnawing at the bit and squirming to be let free. Suddenly, the buffet might as well be bland gruel in comparison.

Bright green eyes zeroed in on you as you stepped closer. He struggled even more, muffled noises growing more insistent, but the ribbons held.

Your hand reached out to cup his cheek. You squished it a little then scratched at the strips of cloth that served as his gag.

"You look very delectable, your Highness."

"Mmhff-!"

He sounded mad. Or maybe excited. Either way, it didn't stop you from feeling him up.

You pinched and groped, tan skin soft and muscles firm. One hand scratched red lines into his side while the other thumbed at his pierced nipple. The bright pink strips of cloth was a nice contrast to his rich oche skin. Your nails dug deeper, your grip turned bruising.

Groaning, Beelzebub writhed, tugging at the restraints even more. His flushed cheeks gave away how he really felt. More muffled noises came from his throat and you think he was telling you something. You had stepped back to admire your work with a pleased smile.

You've only had your hands on him and he already looked winded. Your eyes landed on the bottle at his crotch.

You deliberately ignored the bulge in his pants as you gently pried the liquor from his waistband. Your hunch was right. It was a bottle of champagne from Tartaros. The foil on the label shone nicely under the lights.

Beelzebub glared at you as you popped the cork off. The flush on his face was dying down now that you've stopped your ministrations but his erection persisted still. You took a whiff of the drink. It smelled sweet and citrusy. You know this bottle costs more than your own soul given its origin and you wanted to enjoy it to the fullest.

Your eyes shifted from the bottle to the bound King beside you. An idea pops up and you smirk. 

The king of gluttony watches you like a hawk as you step into his space again. 

Without hesitation, you poured champagne on his lips. You watched, mesmerized as the golden liquid dribbled from his chin and down his neck. Smaller rivulets trailed down his pecs and abs, eventually soaking the waistband of his underwear. You had to stop yourself before wasting the entire bottle.

The pink ribbons over his mouth were soaked and you think he's trying to get a taste with how his throat bobbed. He glared at you. You can't pinpoint why he's upset so you laughed it off.

Your hands grabbed him by the jaw, tilting his head and kissing him. It was awkward with the gag and the angle but the taste of the champagne and the feel of his lips on yours egged you on. He groaned, trying to better reciprocate the act.

Breaking the kiss, you poured champagne over him again, this time onto his torso. 

Beelzebub growled. The sound sent shivers down your spine and you licked and bit at his collarbone to appease him. He growled again, less aggravated this time. You took it as a sign.

You continued to appease him with your mouth and tongue, cleaning up the trail of liquor on his torso. From his chest, down towards his stomach. You even went so far as to kneel to nip at the V of his hips, toying with the pink bow right next to his bulging arousal.

You made sure to leave marks as you went, adding to the ones you made earlier. You left hickeys and bruises over his tattoos and bite marks over the bare patches of skin. All the while he bucked and groaned, hips jerking whenever you touched a sensitive spot.

During all of this, the delicate pink ribbons did their job of keeping him in place. A part of you was concerned that the binds would snap. Whatever magic they were imbued with was pretty damn strong.

His highness was looking down at you, eyes glowing with lust and frustration. You shuddered, enjoying the way he looked at you while you were on your knees.

You could suck him off. His cock was right there in front of you, just about ready to burst from the looks of it. The tempting thought made you lick your lips. With him tied up, you had free reign to do as you please without so much as a peep from him.

He must've sensed your lewd intention, swaying his hips towards you as some sort of invitation. An urgent moan rumbled from his throat.

You bit your lip, weighing your options for a moment.

"Thank you for the treat, your highness," you said with a smirk. Then you got up and walked away, half empty champagne bottle in hand.

Incensed noises followed after your footsteps as you left. You knew for a fact that you can't handle the king of Abyssos on your own. He was a force to be reckoned with, whether he's fighting or fucking. And you were someone simple who lived by the rule of not biting off more than you can chew.

The bottle of liquor was more than enough of a prize. There was still enough for a glass or two to indulge in. 

You were close to the exit, oozing with satisfaction as you walked past the buffet tables. The door was just a few meters away when–

Snap!

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A/N 🦐

eeyyyyy dont come after me i wrote this all in one sitting cuz that one Beel card wont get out of my head

i was gonna have the reader give him head but my skills aren't up to par so he gets blueballed instead lmaoooo i bet he would've wanted the reader to be a glutton and choke on his cock but where's the fun in that amirite

him bending the reader over one of the tables while he rails them and finishes the rest of the champagne is a nice image imo

thanks for reading!

[pedrospatch]

Lonely Too Long l (To Hell and Back Drabble)

Series Masterlist

Summary: After escaping a group of brutal slavers, you are left with permanent physical and emotional scars. Unwilling to put your trust in another human being ever again, you spend a year fighting for survival alone in the post outbreak world. But when you choose to save the life of a man named Joel Miller, the wall that you’ve built to protect yourself slowly begins to crumble.

Pairing: Joel Miller x Female Reader

Warnings/Tags: 18+ only, minors DNI. Flashback of implied SA, but no descriptions. Soft Joel, Joel sings to reader. *If you happen to be reading the series, I recommend reading this one because it starts setting up Joel and reader’s relationship. This is also the last flashback she’s going to have since it’s a heavier one than the last two.

Word Count: 1.9k

A/N: Dust to Dust is one of my favorite songs by The Civil Wars. I know the song did not come out until like 2013, but we’re just going to pretend. Also, I know that the gif is video game Joel, but god I love him just as much and it fits this scene so we are gonna roll with it. I know this might not be everyone’s cup of tea but I wanted to write it so I did. 🤌🏼 I am still organizing the taglist for this series, it will be start with the next chapter. This was mostly for me but hopefully some people out there enjoy it too. 🤍

You couldn’t scream.

You’re trying to cry out, but you can’t.

Chest tight, your lungs won’t expand.

You couldn’t breathe. 

One hand around your neck, the other is fumbling with the zipper of your jeans.

“Been thinking about this all day,” he grinned, his fingers roughly scraping against the skin of your lower stomach.

In the corner, your cellmate is curled into a little ball in the floor, hands covering her ears and her eyes squeezed shut.

She’s probably praying she won’t be next.

She’s seventeen so even in the midst of your own chaos, you can’t help but pray she isn’t next too.

You thrashed around underneath him. It’s futile, but all you can think about is getting him off you.

Grin fading, he let out a heavy, irritated sigh. His hand left the waistband of your jeans. He reached behind him and pulled out his gun, bringing it up to into your view—it caused you to cease any and all movements. “Listen to me,” he said, pressing the barrel of the pistol against your temple. “It’s simple, really. Keep squirming and I’ll blow your fucking brains out. Do you understand, dollface?”

When he received no response, he dug the barrel deeper into your skin, his finger on the trigger.

“Do you understand?” He repeated, his tone low.

Nearly paralyzed, all you could do was nod. 

“Good.” He roughly flipped you over.

The sound of his belt buckle clanking rang loudly in your ears. As he yanked your jeans down to the middle of your thighs, you closed your eyes.

Both your mind and your body went numb.

A light, late night rainstorm came out of nowhere, sweeping over the town. The soft, pitter pattering sound of raindrops on the window above your bed had almost lulled you into slumber.

Almost.

You’re safe.

You’re safe.

You’re safe.

The words blended into a steady but silent chant.

You’re safe.

You’re safe.

You’re fucking safe.

Slapping the palm of your hand to your forehead, you exhaled a long, heavy sigh and stared up into the the darkness of the bedroom.

You couldn’t be certain as to what time it was, but it had to be well into the middle of the night. You’d been tossing and turning for a couple of hours but somehow it felt like a hell of a lot longer than that.

You were fucking exhausted. You nearly ached for some sleep, but every damn time that you closed your eyes, vivid images of the past came creeping in and chased it further and further away.

Your brain just couldn’t seem to wrap itself around the fact that this place wasn’t dangerous.

That you didn’t have to sleep with one eye open.

That nobody was going to hurt you.

That you were safe in a soft bed in a real house.

You weren’t lying on a dirty cot in a human cage.

Sighing again, you thought about Joel who was in his bedroom down the hallway, sleeping.

It brought you comfort knowing he was close. But for some reason you couldn’t quite explain, part of you couldn’t help but feel he wasn’t close enough.

You. The same woman who vowed never to trust another human being ever again—you wanted him fucking closer. Actually, it wasn’t a want so much as it was a need.

You needed him to be closer.

Sitting up, you tossed the sheets back and swung your legs over the edge of the mattress, your bare feet meeting the cold, hardwood floors. You stood and quietly padded out of the bedroom and down the hallway towards Joel’s.

“You know where to find me if you need anythin’,” he’d assured you before he had gone off to bed.

You stopped in front of his door and lifted a curled first, knocking lightly. About a minute or two went by, and just when you started to realize that you’d made a mistake and whirled around to make a run for it back to your own room where you could hop back into bed and pretend that the thought of this hadn’t ever even crossed your mind, he opened up his bedroom door.

“Thought I heard a knock,” Joel mumbled sleepily, rubbing at his eyes with one of his hands. He wore nothing but his sweatpants, his hair looking about ten times more disheveled than usual. “Everythin’ alright?”

You swallowed dryly, trying your hardest not to let your eyes wander away from his face—it proved to be almost too difficult to keep from staring. Joel’s shoulders were broad, his chest was wide, and his stomach was soft; his sweatpants hung on the low side on his hips and revealed the trail of dark curls that started at his lower belly and descended until it disappeared underneath the elastic waistband.

You caught yourself before they could go lower.

“Somethin’ the matter, darlin’?” he asked, stifling a yawn. Thankfully he hasn’t seemed to notice you gawking at him. He rubbed at his eyes once again and then observed you, trying to figure out what it was that had brought you to his room at this hour. “You need somethin’? Are you cold? Did you need an extra blanket?”

You lightly shook your head in response. No.

He tried again. “Are you still hungry?” he asked as he gestured towards the stairs. “I can make you another sandwich if you want—”

He was cut off by another shake of your head that told him that wasn’t it.

“You just can’t sleep,” Joel realized after a minute. He frowned—he could see how tired you were and for as much as he didn’t want to think about it, he had a feeling that he knew what it was that was on your mind and keeping you awake. “What can I do to help, sweetness?”

You blinked, standing there almost dumbfounded.

Clearly, you hadn’t thought this through.

You would knock on Joel’s door and then what?

You would talk to him about what’s on your mind?

Letting out a tiny frustrated huff that was directed at yourself, you waved a dismissive hand in the air.

Forget it. There’s nothing you can do.

As you turned around to leave, Joel reached out to take your arm. He curled his fingers lightly around your elbow. “Well now, hold on a minute. You’re at my door for a reason,” he said. He watched as your eyes flickered to his hand around your arm, but he couldn’t be sure if his touch had bothered you. He dropped it, not wanting to risk pushing you too far or crossing a line, not when he had made progress with you, progress he didn’t want to lose. “You not bein’ able to sleep—it have anythin’ to do with you still not feelin’ safe?”

You hesitated.

“It’s alright, darlin’. You can be honest with me.”

The sheepish expression on your face said it all.

No, I can’t sleep because I don’t feel safe.

“Would it help if you slept with me?”

You raised your eyebrows at him, eyes widening at his proposal. At least, the way he’d said it.

Excuse me?

Realizing how it had sounded, Joel flushed. “What I mean is, would it help if you slept in my bed?” He winced. That hadn’t sounded all that much better. “You sleep in my bed and I’ll sleep on the floor,” he sputtered out quickly. “That’s what I meant. That way I’m right next to you and you ain’t alone.”

Gnawing nervously on your bottom lip, you took a minute to think it over.

If you wanted him closer, this was your chance.

But why? Why did you want him to be closer? Why did you need to have him at your side?

You’d been on your own for an entire fucking year.

And it had been by choice.

You didn’t want to be around other people, sure as hell didn’t need to be around other people.

And then Joel Miller makes his appearance and all of a sudden, you’re at his door in the middle of the damn night because you feel the need to have him at your side?

Finally, you nodded your head. Okay.

“Come in.” He stepped aside, allowing you in. Not wanting you to feel trapped in his room, he left the door open. “And you’re free to go on back to your own room whenever you feel like it.”

Joel picked up his discarded tee shirt from earlier, a small labored grunt escaping him as he brought himself back into an upright position, the bones in his lower back crackling with protest. Turning over his shirt right side out, he tugged it on as you took a look around his bedroom, a larger space dimly lit by the small lamp on his nightstand.

That’s when you saw it.

Perched on a stand, it was nestled in the corner.

A guitar.

Curiously, you walked over and knelt in front of it.

You reached out and softly ran your fingers across the strings, smiling to yourself at the sound it had made.

“Found that while out on patrol with Tommy a few weeks ago,” Joel stated as he came up behind you slowly. “Gibson. Little worse for wear, but in damn good condition all things considerin’. Woulda been a crime to leave it out there,” he chuckled. “I know Ellie’s been wantin’ to learn, it’s the main reason it came back home with me. I haven’t shown her yet since I still gotta clean and polish her up.” He took a brief pause. “You know how to play?”

You ran your fingers across the strings once more, and a loud, terrible noise that wasn’t even close to music caused him to wince. You then looked up at him over your shoulder with an amused grin.

Does it sound like I know how to play?

Joel couldn’t help but laugh. “I’ll take that as a no, then.” He leaned over and picked up the guitar. He walked over and took a seat on the side of his bed, patting the seat beside him. “C’mere, sweetness.”

Getting up to your feet, you wrapped Joel’s flannel closer around your body as you padded over to his bed, perching yourself next to him.

Head down and focused, he began to strum a few notes. You couldn’t help but to be mesmerized by how his large hands moved on the instrument, the way his long, thick fingers—

Swallowing dryly, you cut the thought short.

Curiously, you put a hand on his shoulder.

Joel paused the tune. “What is it, darlin’?”

With your opposite hand, you touched your throat and then pointed at him. Can you sing?

He gave a half hearted shrug. “I do like to sing,” he admitted almost bashfully. “Always been fond of it ever since I was a kid.” He chuckled. “Before goin’ into construction, I wanted to be a musician. But I knew it would never pay the bills.”

You squeezed Joel’s shoulder and gestured to the guitar, then to his throat again. Will you sing me a song?

Joel felt the back of his neck burn and he cleared his throat awkwardly. “Normally, I would probably say no,” he admitted. “But, seein’ as you saved my life and all, I’d be a real asshole if I said no to you.”

Lifting your chin, you shot him a smug look. That is very true. So go on then, Johnny Cash. Play me a song.

“Alright. Any requests?”

You nudged him lightly. Very funny.

“Okay, um. Gimme a minute to think of a song.”

Withdrawing your hand from his shoulder, you sat back against his pillows and pulled your legs up to your chest, hugging your knees.

Nervously, Joel inhaled and exhaled a deep breath and began strumming the guitar. Chills shot down your spinal cord as a hauntingly beautiful melody filled his bedroom. He turned and angled his body towards to you as he began to sing.

“You’ve held your head up,

you’ve fought the fight

you bear the scars, you’ve done your time

listen to me, you’ve been lonely too long…”

Your mouth fell open slightly.

“Let me in the walls you’ve built around

we can light a match and burn them down…”

The rich baritone of his voice caused goosebumps to eruprt all over your flesh. Furiously, you rubbed at your bare legs, but it was useless.

With every note Joel sang to you, more appeared.

With every note Joel sang to you, the harder you found it to breathe steady.

With every note Joel sang to you, the more beats your heart seemed to be skipping.

“Let me hold your hand

and dance ‘round and ‘round the flames

in front of us, dust to dust…”

Joel glanced up, his dark brown eyes holding your gaze as he sang the final verse of the song.

“You’re like a mirror, reflectin’ me

takes one to know one, so take it from me

you’ve been lonely

you’ve been lonely too long.”

Even if you could speak to him, you would’ve been left speechless—all that you could do was stare at him in complete awe.

Joel set the guitar down. “I’m alright,” he said with a sheepish little laugh. “My voice ain’t nowhere as nice as yours.”

You stiffened slightly.

What are you talking about?

“Don’t look at me like that. I know it was you who I heard singin’ back at that cabin when I was comin’ back around.” He gave you a crooked grin. “Earlier I was just playin’ dumb, but I know it was you. You have a gorgeous voice, and I’d love to hear it again someday.”

Hugging your legs closer to yourself, you dropped your head down onto your knees, embarrassed.

What was the matter with you?

Here was a man who had taken you in, offered you a warm bed under his own roof—gave you clothes and fed you, even offered to give up his own damn bed and sleep on the cold hard floor beside you to make you feel safe enough to sleep.

And you still couldn’t say a fucking word to him.

“Hey. Look at me.”

Forcing your head up, your gaze met his.

“It’s alright, darlin’,” Joel assured you. “It’s just like I told you downstairs. We’re gonna take it one step at a time.” Lifting one of his hands, he reached out holding it out to you, his palm face upwards. “And I swear, once you find your voice, I’m gonna do all that I can do to make sure you never lose it again.”

Biting your lower lip, you placed your hand in his.

Joel have it a gentle squeeze. “Atta girl.”

Much sooner than you would have liked, he let go of your hand and stood up.

“We should get some sleep. You’re gonna need all the rest you can get before you meet my kid. Ellie. She’ll be here first thing and I should warn you she can be, uh, she can be a lot to process.” He let out an amused snort and reached for a pillow, tossing it onto the floor. “You can have all the blankets, I’ll just take this throw here—”

As Joel reached past you for a green flannel throw blanket, you grabbed his arm to stop him. His face was just inches from yours.

Close.

But again somehow still not close enough.

“What is it, sweetheart?” he asked, softly.

Warm and laced with mint from the toothpaste he had used to brush his teeth before bed, his breath tickled the tip of of your nose, sending a pleasant shiver up your spine.

Your eyes looked right into his as you scooter over to the other side of his bed—it was firm, cold. Like no one had ever occupied that space before. But it was foolish to think that a man like Joel Miller had never had another woman share his bed before.

You patted the spot beside you.

Sleep up here.

“You sure about this, darlin’?”

You patted the empty spot again. Yes I’m sure.

Joel squinted at you. “You ain’t gonna strangle me in my sleep, are you now?”

His half serious joke was met with a glare.

Keep it up with wise cracks and I just might.

He held his hands up in defense. “Just checkin.”

As you crawled underneath his dark green sheets, Joel slid into bed beside you, making sure to leave a good three foot gap between the both of you; he murmured a quiet goodnight and switched off the lamp on his nightstand before rolling over onto his stomach—not even two minutes later and his soft snores filled the room.

You turned onto your side, facing him. Through a beam of moonlight steaming in through a crack in the curtains, you could just make out the outlines of his facial features. He’d fallen asleep facing you.

Closing your eyes, your body sank further into the mattress, heavy with exhaustion.

Taut, tense muscles finally relaxed.

Tight jaw finally unclenched.

You’re safe.

You slowly started drifting off to sleep.

With Joel beside you, no nightmares came to visit.

[blackjackkent]

In-game, Hector got the killing blow, but realistically, story-wise... we give it to Karlach. :D

This scene is so brutally, heart-obliteratingly sad that I don't know if I did it any justice. But I tried. There's a video at the bottom.

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She stands over him, covered in his blood. Enver Gortash, erstwhile usurping Archduke of Baldur's Gate, lies sprawled on the marble floor where he fell when Hector kicked his legs from under him, and his face is convulsed in a rictus of agony. Karlach's blade has gone through his throat, pinning him to the stone. A puddle of crimson spreads slowly out from his body.

For a long time, no one says anything. The room is silent as a tomb except for harsh breathing and the soft sizzling sound of Jaheira's wildshape melting off her. Even Minsc is silent - though Hector can see, out of the corner of his eye, what it is costing him not to leap towards the ceiling in a victory cry. Even Minsc, oblivious as he often seems to nuance, knows this moment has not yet run its course.

Karlach stares down into the dead man's eyes, leans on the hilt of her sword. "So..." she says hoarsely. "Gortash is nothing more than a pile of flesh, same as the rest of us."

Hector slowly, methodically wipes the blood from his knuckles and watches her in silence. He knows every line of her face, every subtlety of her voice; he can see the storm of emotion working behind her eyes, too complex to name. He doesn't speak, but shifts himself slightly so he is standing next to her - at her elbow and slightly behind, within easy reach for when she wants him, but not intruding.

You can sense she's working something out; say nothing.

(A/N: I love this as an option so FUCKING much for Hector; thank you, game.)

"I feel like there should be a sunset to ride off into," she goes on after a little while, a low mutter. "Or an orchestral swell... or *something*." She turns slightly to meet Hector's eyes, and the bitter grief in her expression strikes him like a blow to the stomach.

"But there's nothing, is there?" Her voice is louder now. "I killed the bastard who ruined my life, and my prize is that I get to crawl into a corner and die." Louder still now, a roar of pain and anguish. She rips the sword from the dead man's throat, sending a splatter of blood across them both. "Am I FUCKING missing something?!"

She screams it at him, and he has no answer. Hearing her in such pain is like a physical thing in his chest, ripping at his heart, but he has no answer to give. The whole situation is agonizingly, brutally unfair and her rage is the only reasonable response to it.

He wishes he could take her in his arms, hold her and soothe her as she has held and soothed him through so many nightmarish moments, and somehow make it all go away, all the pain she's gone through and the terrible fate lying ahead.

But he can't. All he can do is listen; if it brings her any peace to expend her rage at him and the dead body in front of them, who is he to deny it?

But gods, it hurts him to hear her hurting.

Say nothing.

"I can't do it anymore," she snaps. Spinning, she slams her gauntleted fist into the wall; the shrieking clang of metal on stone makes Hector's ears ring. "Ten years, man! It's enough. It's ENOUGH!"

She catches her breath in a short harsh gasp, stares down at Gortash's body again, and then lashes out with a sharp kick at his skull. "He's dead!" she snarls, like a wounded animal. "And he's no *fucking* sorrier than he was before."

She rounds on Hector, her eyes wide, demanding an answer now. "What was the point?" she cries out. "I'm still dying!" The reality of it seems to sink through her even as she says the words; the deep red of her skin pales and she sways a little on her feet. "I'm dying," she repeats, a desperate wail of despair. "I'm going to die!"

He swallows, holds himself still with a force of will that is painful. Every time she says that, every time she reminds him of it, all he wants to do is sink to his knees and weep, but he can't... he can't. He has to be strong for her, as she has been for him.

But what can he possibly say, what can he possibly do that would make any of this all right? He can't say they will fix it, because she'll know it's a lie. He can't say she can go back to Avernus, because she'll know it's a dismissal of everything that's most important to her, and he won't do that to her. But what else can he say?

"But you're not dead yet," he says haltingly, forcing himself to hold her gaze, not to look away or try to hide from the moment even though he desperately wants to. "I'm here with you. And I will be until the very end."

He hesitates, reaches out a hand cautiously towards her arm, but she flinches away.

"Don't say that!" she snaps. "Say you found some way to fix me! That now Gortash is dead, I'll get my heart back."

Her voice cracks, and in that breaking he hears the shattering of a hope that was still lurking in her, so deep she didn't even acknowledge it to herself, let alone to him - the feeling that somehow if Gortash died it would make everything better, that some solution heretofore unseen would present itself.

But Gortash is dead. And nothing else has changed.

She sags, her shoulders slumping, and closes her eyes. "My heart..." she whispers brokenly. "It was mine... and they TOOK it!" He can see the effort with which she is trying to hold onto her emotions, but it's a vain attempt; her voice begins to rise again, into a strident scream of desperation and misery.

"I'm going to be as dead as Gortash any day now. Any *moment*. And what then? Off to the City of Judgment to waste into oblivion? Into the dirt to get eaten by maggots? Is that it for me?! IS THAT FUCKING ALL?!"

The flames rise again, bursting across her skin, consuming without destroying, all the rage and pain manifesting itself in the coruscating eruption from within, from the engine that is killing her.

"And you!" She roars it in his face and the words are like a curse, like a slap. "You'll just keep going, won't you?! Watching the stars. Warming your hands on the campfire. Dancing, eating, making fucking love all night - all of it, all of it!"

He flinches. He knows she doesn't mean it, that she is lashing out at anyone within striking distance, and yet the blow still strikes home as if she's cut out his heart. No, my love. No, when you die I will be a shell of who I was before; there will be no one and nothing else...

On some level she must know that she's cut him to the quick, but she is too far gone to rein anything in right now. The flames are turning to an inferno again, a raging ball of heat causing the very air to boil around her; he can feel the skin on his forehead and cheeks pulling, but he refuses to step back, to look away.

"That's my reward for everything I've suffered!" she roars in his face. "That's why I survived TEN YEARS of torment! The fighting, the clawing, the loneliness-- the *fucking* loneliness-- all of it, so I could ROT! Because the person I trusted the most gave me away to the devil!"

He can't bear it anymore, the pure pain and screaming rage in her voice, in her eyes. Without hesitation, without even thought, he raises his hands and reaches out towards her; as he moves, the pale gold light of all the protection magic he knows rolls up and over his body and he hurls himself into the flame, wrapping his arms around her, pulling her savagely against him.

It's a risk-- perhaps nothing will calm her and the heat will simply consume them both...

But his guess - his instinct - holds; at his touch, his embrace, she flinches, and for a moment the heat burns through the magic and he feels a wave of searing agony... and then less...

The flames start to calm, and her whole weight, armor and all, sags into him, and he staggers with the effort of holding her up. The inferno fades, replaced by the heavy thundering pulses of heat that are her usual heartbeat at twice its usual pace. Her face presses into his shoulder and she sobs bitterly, brokenly, muffled by the cloth of his tunic.(*)

"It isn't fair... I don't want it like this..."

He steadies himself, finding balance with her weight, and presses his face against the top of her head, the fingers of one hand burying themselves in her hair. Blue light mixes with the gold as healing magic pulses from his palms. He wishes it could heal more than the burns, that it could do anything to soothe the ache in their souls.

But in a terrible way... it is good to hear her cry. So many months she has known she is dying and he has never seen her break down. Even he-- notoriously and often unhealthily self-controlled-- has broken down in her arms more than she has broken down in his.

"Let it out," he whispers. His voice trembles and for once he doesn't bother to try and stop it. "It's about time..."

"I don't want to die..." The words are broken and clipped off by frantic, staccato gulps of air between sobs. "I want to live. I want to *stay*..."

Her fingers fist into the back of his shirt, pulling him tighter to her. Her voice drops to a shattered, hollow whisper, pleading for some answer that isn't there. "What the fuck am I supposed to do now...?"

He has no answer. He asks himself the same question, many nights lying awake beside her, watching her sleep and wondering how in all the hells he will manage when she is gone...

He has told himself, so many times, that he will not demand that she make her decisions for his sake, and yet it is still so hard not to throw himself on the floor at her feet, beg her to travel with him into Avernus, to save his heart at the cost of her principles.

But he will not. He will not. He respects her too much, loves her too much...

"That's... for you to decide..." he says unsteadily.

With a sudden harsh jerk, she pulls away from him, steps back; her face twists with bitter regret. " I ought to just end it all now," she mutters, looking away from him, examining a long crack in one of the stones in the wall. "On my terms."

A long silence. Hector's arms fall back to his sides and he watches her, not bothering to hide the anguish on his face now.

She lets the silence stretch, then shakes her head and laughs harshly. "But then who'd save this godforsaken town?"

She reaches out and runs her fingers along the crack and lets out a heavy breath. "Let's get out of here," she says, her voice suddenly curt and sardonic, the pain shoved back into hiding again. "I've always hated this place. Stupid fucking gigantic bridge or whatever. I... think I need to go to camp for a while. Be alone. Scream at the sky." A slight pause. Her tone softens almost imperceptibly. "You can... come and find me later, if you want to."

With visible effort, she turns and meets his eyes again. After studying him for a moment, she lifts a hand and presses her palm against his cheek. "Thanks for listening." The ghost of a smile, here and gone in an instant. "For existing." A pause; she swallows tightly. "Love you."

Without waiting for an answer, without giving him time to say it back, she turns and walks away, her boots leaving bloody prints along the marble floor.

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"Are you all right, cub?" Jaheira asks gently.

Hector stirs, startled. How long has he been staring at the place where she stood? "I-- what?"

She snorts softly. "Nothing. A foolish question. Of course you are not all right." She lays a hand briefly on his shoulder, jerks her head to indicate the body on the floor. "We have stripped him. The stone is here, of course. A key. Some letters. Little else of interest, unless you take interest in clothing more concerned with finery than function."

"Yes. Of course. Good," he says hollowly. "You and Minsc are-- not too hurt?"

"Burns. Scratches. We will mend in time," she says with a slight shrug. There's a pause. He can see her wrestling with the urge to speak again, uncertain in a way he is not used to from her.

"What is it?" he asks.

She draws a slow breath, lets it out in a careful hiss. "I lost my husband, you know, cub."

His head lifts slightly. Yes, he does know this; the histories he read in the monastery spoke of Khalid, Jaheira's husband - at her side in the battle against Sarevok... and then killed by Irenicus in Amn.

"I... do not say this to offer any pleasant platitudes that time heals all," she goes on. "But only to say that you are not as alone as you feel, just at present."

He swallows. "I would not wish this feeling on anyone. I am... so sorry," he mutters.

"Nor would I," she agrees. "But there is more comfort in being of a pack than being a lone wolf, I think." A pause. "I lost Khalid almost at once, a flash; you are granted the knowledge in advance. I will not speculate on which is worse, and in any event it does not matter. What comes after... I can tell you only of my experience."

He searches her expression, looking for any scrap of comfort. "Did it fade, in time? The pain?"

She looks back at him steadily. "Some days it is far away. Other days it is as if it happened yesterday. There were many days when I was not sure how I would go on without the knowledge that he was standing by my side. But I have found ways to live, nevertheless. And..." She hesitates, considers her words. "I am glad for the pain, because it means that the joy was also real. If it meant nothing, it would not hurt."

He manages a slight, shaky smile. "Wisely spoken. You would make a fine monk."

"Mm. I think not. But I know you mean it as a compliment. So thank you." She sighs. "You will be all right, cub. I know it does not feel like it, and I know perhaps you do not even want to be, right now. But you will be. And Karlach..." She trails off, smiles sadly. "She is strong, far too strong to deserve such a fate. But she will be the stronger, to have you beside her - of this I am sure."

He swallows, reaches out and grabs her hand in a sudden, fierce grip. "Thank you," he whispers. "I will try to remember..."

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* Terribly self-indulgent artistic license, obviously. Pretty much everything other than the dialogue is from here, to be honest.

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A/N: So anyway, it's 3AM and I've been trying for two and a half hours to write about this scene effectively. If I'm honest, I'm pretty proud of the writing I've been able to do about Hector and Karlach's relationship specifically, but goddamn. There's only anything to write about at all because of the in-game dialogue being so extraordinary and this scene has torn my heart out. And there's a followup one in camp that is almost equally sad but that's going to have to wait until tomorrow I guess.

Anyway, here's a video of the scene itself because, as usual, the voice acting is what really sells all of it and I just... yeah.

Anyway thank you for reading. <3

[kindlythevoid]

Okay y'all, Valentine's Day is next week, and I'm feeling like writing something romantic.

[the-silver-peahen-residence]

||The Misadventures of the Phoenix and The Shadow Chimera Sorcerers Part 4-A frozen hell cat's heart||

Hi Dears, Peahen mom here and I'm going to be writing something but this is a part 4 for a drabble series my friend wrote. IF you wanna read the other chapters. They are below. <3 They are really funny but I think you will love them.

||Drabble Summary||

It seems the next mission was unexpected when the others were having friends visit today. It seems some was busy doing their own thing during their vacation so all is well...that is until Rioto made one little mistake when he was on a mission for training when it comes to finding targets. Wanna see what? Read to find out.

~~Chapters~~

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

((Your reading part 4))

--- Warning ---

~Their will be swearing present

~A beat down will be present

~A sick little black fire hell cat is present

~worried demon fractions is present

~~Guests in drabble~~

Van Ink the dragon with the DBT, Taz Hellion, Kinie, Rioto Kir-IN, Daichi Pheon-X belong to my beloved amazing friend @demon-blood-youths

The cursed vixens along with Yuuka and her team dark eclipse nightshades belong to me. Ryomen Sukuna, Yuji Itadori, Megumi Fushiguro, Maki Zenin, and Nobara Kugisaki is from the anime serious Jujutsu Kaisen. Also to me due to rping as them as muse

((Note: This drabble will have heavy grammar mistakes and errors but this was written for fun. I hope you understand but also enjoy please.))

It seems like a normal day for Megumi and the others here in Tokyo Jujutsu High even after the last three missions that went about. They were seriously crazy and yet, this leaves them already hoping for one normal calm mission to deal with! Well, it seems that's the case or a start. It begins with Taz's friends coming to visit once more being the DBT, the cursed vixens, and the dark eclipse nightshades. They wanted to take another vacation so they figured to visit Taz and the others.

Gojo was happy to see and welcome them even seeing the others doing well and hearing of the crazy adventures that went along. Though, it seems Taz and the others were doing alright. So....what would make this another mission? Wellllll....

Right now, Megumi was eating some lunch with Yuji and Daichi today as they were on a break. It seems it was needed after the missions but it was fine.

"You know, today is pretty good. So relaxing and quiet too." Yuji smiled happy eating some ice cream with Megumi reading something and Daichi relaxing with Eito sitting near by taking a light nap.

"True, having some days off is nice." he said stretching not minding this.

"Well, even after everything..it seems it was not too bad." Megumi agreed and he was not angry so that was good to know. The three boys sighed happily to relax now. It was like nothing could go wrong on this day. Nothing at all-

Suddenly, a loud bomb was heard making the three look up to blink. "Huh?" Megumi blinks but he goes to look through the window, seeing some cloud and some smoke. "......Oh what now?" he grumbled.

"What's wrong Megumi?" Yuji asked looking with Daichi coming too. Before he could explain, another loud bomb was heard but the boys shield their eyes to see something crash into the woods and hitting some trees. This even woke up Eito who snaps awake.

"...What the hell was that!?" Yuji said in shock seeing the smoke and dust with Megumi and Daichi not knowing. However they will in a moment.

"What's going on!? Are you guys doing something stupid again!" Megumi, Yuji, and Daichi blinks to look seeing Nobara there with Maki and a worried Taz. Kinie was sitting on top of her head.

"Yeah, what is with the fucking noise!? I'm trying to take a nap damn it!" Kinie hissed not liking her naps being ruined.

"We don't know. We were just resting before hearing the noise." Megumi said as the girls look then at the dust in the sky.

"Well, we might have to find out what is going on. I'm sure it's nothing...I hope." Maki sighed but the group looks to think about it. Their goes their day off. So being quick, they hurry off to see what the heck was going on.

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In a while, they got through the forest to look around. They were trying to find where the noise came from but as they went through, it was starting to get colder? This confused the group since it was warm right now. So how in the world was it getting cold? To get their question answered, a familiar voice was heard.

"HAHA! TAKE THAT YOU VILE CURSED WITCH!!"

"?!?"

"Uhhhh who the hell was that!?" Nobara asked looking left and right but Megumi felt his eye twitch knowing who. Daichi sweatdrops and Yuji sighed. The boys knew.

'Oh no..'

Rioto Kir-IN, a youth that serves the future Great Demon Lord Oda that carry the great power of Everlasting Winter of Dark Kirin was standing right there laughing happily while looking at his target. "You are defeated you cursed cat! Now, you shall suffer from the power of my wrath!" he said with a loud laugh.

"..Who the hell is that?" Maki asked but Megumi, Yuji, Nobara, and Sukuna sighed.

"You don't want to know.." they said.

Taz was worried to wonder who he was attacking another cursed spirit. However, the familiar scent made her confused. The smell was really familiar; roasted chestnuts with some daisy and fresh bread? She looks further but saw who.

A girl but she had one pair of black googles that looked destroyed, a bandana around her neck frozen or burned, torn up knee high jeans with all black shoes, a few trinkets hanging on the belt loops. Wait..that almost looked like.

"Jinx?!" Taz's voice was worried making the others look to her.

"Wait, Jinx? Isn't that one of your friends?" Nobara asked.

"Yes! But why is Rioto attacking her!?" she said but the others saw him laughing.

"Now, I shall banish and exorcist you to the others and free you from-"

"RIOTO!!! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!?"

This caused the other to tense and grew afraid hearing a familiar voice. He looks seeing the others from before but he grew pale seeing a angry Megumi.

"......Ohhh No..Oh NO NO NO! Not you again!" he said about to back up but he got grabbed by him as the others checked on Jinx.

"Jinx!? Jinx, are you alright?! Can you hear me!" Taz said worried seeing her shaking from being cold but she didn't respond to her like she had a cursed like cold.

"What the heck is she doing here and why was he attacking her!?" Maki asked but they got their answer when some sounds of running is heard looking up.

"Guys, where is he! I could have sworn he took Jinx over here!" another familiar voice was heard that Taz knew of. She looks seeing her leader of the DBT with some others in her fraction showing up.

"I'm sure they are around here Ink." Yuuka Nakano, leader of the dark eclipse nightshade was there with her team.

Even the other members of the cursed vixens were there worried to look for their leader. Yuji saw but stood up.

"Guys???" the groups look to see Yuji but also saw the others and the guy that attacked Jinx.

"YOU!!!" Echo was about to bomb him but Megumi looks to the now scared Rioto.

"What the hell did you do!?"

"W..What? I was just trying to help before heading off to my new school! do my first scout mission! That's all!!" said scared but Megumi was confused. What did he mean help!?

"M..Maybe I can explain.."

~~~~Timeskip: 20 minutes later~~~~

Everyone was sitting in the room but Ink was sitting by a now bundled up but still cold Jinx who was showing her black flamed panther ears and two tails but they were not black but blue!?

"So, let me get this straight. You 'volunteered' to help with a side mission with your new school." Gojo asked with seeing a scared Rioto sitting down.

"Y..Yes?"

"But it's some sort of starter mission to hunt down cursed spirits. You were given a mission to hunt down some cursed hell cat that took form of a girl?" he said seeing Rioto nod.

"...So you went and looked for this hell cat but you ended up finding Jinx here and think she's the cursed hell cat your looking for?" he asked but Rioto nods.

"But she is isn't she!? She said she was a leader of the cursed vixens so I thought she was it. She even said she was the cursed hell cat of black flames!" he said trying to sound innocent but Megumi did a face palm.

"You have got to be either brain dead or stupid. How the hell is she a cursed spirit!?" Shdwkyz said with arms crossed.

"Yeah, not to forget you even attacked Jinx and her team!" Nobara adds in angry to him.

"Yeah, not cool!" Mouse said with Melinda sighing.

"True..you didn't have to attack us." Melinda adds in but Jaron didn't know that.

"You attacked them!?" he said.

"Yeah, you son of a bitch! I should bomb your ass to the moon!" Echo said not happy with Vivi sitting being quiet.

"Vivi, is that true?" Shdwkyz asked seeing the other nod.

"Yes. We were-"

"HEY! IT'S NOT MY FAULT YOUR TEAM HAS THE NAME CURSED VIXENS! Maybe if you changed it I wouldn't have attacked you! DX" he points at them. "Besides, you were trying to find this school and attack and the same for my arch nemesis! I heard it from your so called leader!" he said pointing at the sick Jinx who was purring softly with her tails curled up.

"I WILL ATTACK AND GET RID OF ALL CURSED SPIRITS IN THIS WORLD. THAT IS THE WILL OF MY-" He started to say only to get bonked on the head by a annoyed Vivi. "OW!!"

"......So loud." she said with a vein showing near her forehead. Yuji and Daichi tense sensing her cursed energy. Yeah, still terrifying.

"Okay but why did you attack her though?" Yuuka asked wanting to know. "What did you do?"

"Huh? Oh simple! I froze her heart with my cursed energy so she will be stopped from taking over the school and hurting you guys!" he said proud but the others blinks to hear this.

"..H..He can't be serious....can he?" Maxine said with his arms crossed but they looked seeing he was serious. Though, Ink didn't take it well.

"THE FUCK!?" Megumi said.

"YOU FUCKING DID WHAT TO HER!?" Echo shouted now ready to strangle him.

"Wait, what do you mean froze her heart! The heck did you do to my sister!?" Ink said about to stand but Rioto got scared seeing the cursed energy from Ink showing. Though, Ink did see Jinx as a sister and friend but she was still angry seeing she was going to be exorcist like some spirit.

"Now now everyone just calm down." Gojo said but looks to Rioto. "Listen, I know you were given a start mission from your school but I think you got the wrong target here. That girl you attacked is Jinx Violet. She is a hell cat but not the one your looking for. Do you have a photo of her?" he asked.

"Of course I do! I was given the pic of the target!" he said reaching into his pocket to show it to Gojo and the others. He looks to the picture but then lifts his bandana to look at it then at Jinx.

Megumi looks too but his eye twitched to look at him.

"Ummmmm, that looks nothing like Jinx. That looks like more of a older teenager....." Vivi said looking at the picture.

"Are you blind! Of course that's her!" he said showing the pic and looks to compare. The target in the picture didn't look like Jinx at all but she was more lighter on the skin, she had all red hair, dark blue eyes and some cold frozen claws that looked like flames.

"..........."

"SEE!! SHE LOOKS JUST LIKE HER!"

'.....This guy is a idiot....I feel bad for the school he's going on..' Rust thought with a sweatdrop. Breezy shook her head but she snatched the picture.

"Hey!"

"Dude, look at the pic and our leader! Hard! how the hell is that her!? Are you blind or something!?" she said but Rioto blinks to look at the pic then takes it back.

"I'M NOT BLIND! Look!!! She looks just like the girl!!" he said not giving this up leading to some argument between him and Breezy. However, as they were fighting, Gojo got a phone call to blink and answer.

"Hello?......Uh huh.....yes, he's here.....oh? Huh, well, I can let you tell him. Hold on." he lowers the phone. "Rioto?"

"Yes?"

He sees Gojo show the phone of a call for him. He blinks to take it. "Uhhhh hello?......Oh! Utahime sensei! Yeah, I'm alright......" He heard the voice on the other line. "Yeah! I was still finishing up my mission and I did it! I found the target like on the picture!" he seems proud but he even smiled. He heard the other speaking then Rioto blinks confused.

"Huh? What do you mean you guys already found the target?.....Uh huh, but I have her right here though! You sure it's-" he stops speaking when he looks to Jinx then at the picture. "........."

".....Wait...so the target the real one was found?..On the outer side where you were?" he sweatdrops. "And she was hiding there?" more sweat shows seeing some angry fraction members.

".......Are you sure it's her though? I mean, Gojo can send a picture.." he said but he lets Gojo do that quickly as he takes a pic of Jinx and sends it to Utahime. In a moment the other was shocked with some of the other students muttering when seeing this.

"Yes, it seems he might have looked at the picture wrong and attacked another thinking she was a cursed spirit......you think so? Well, we will keep him here till you pick him up. Yes, Jinx is fine..but a little sick. Seems he froze her heart but she will be alright.." Gojo smiled.

"How the hell is she alright!? She's looking like she got the damn flu!" Sukuna grumbled even if her cursed energy was super cold that Jinx was still shivering.

"Well, we can treat her but Jinx will be fine." Gojo said but Rioto sweatdrops but he was rubbing the back of his head. Daichi shook his head. "You can reverse it can't you?" he asked seeing Rioto laughing.

"Of course I can! Look it's not that hard!" he goes to Jinx but rests a hand on her back trying to focus on his cursed energy. He sees his hand glowing blue but saw Jinx still shivering like a curled up kitten before she stops. Rioto took his hand off her back to smirk proud.

"See? All better!" he said laughing as a win. The others looked to Jinx but she slowly sits up sniffling.

"Uhhhh Jinx? You okay?" Ink asked but that's when the others saw her about to sneeze.

"Uhhhhh.."

"Ah....ah.....ahhhh...Achoo!!!" That's when a blue ice like fire ball shows up from the hell cat and caused a giant explosion in the wall leaving some smoke and a giant gaping hole. The fractions were coated in dust and twitched.

"O.o Ohhhh....Oops." Rioto blinks but Daichi coughed.

"WHAT THE FUCKKKKK!!!!" Echo shouted.

"Well, that was unexpected.." Vivi mutters but coughs with the other girls to blink from this. Yeah, that didn't fix anything at all.

"Hold on, I think I can-GAH!" That's when he got grabbed by a very angry Nobara.

"YOU SERIOUS THOUGHT THAT HELPED!? YOU MADE IT WORSE!!" Nobara said annoyed with Rioto now as she was shaking him after grabbing his shirt.

"I'M SORRY! I CAN FIX IT!" he said but Jinx was about to sneeze again.

"Jinx, no no no! Don't sneeze!" Echo said as the cursed vixens tried to help their leader but she sneezed causing her team to shout again. The DBT, The dark eclipse nightshade, with the other jujutsu students shield their faces from another giant explosion but it was even colder to look.

Jinx accidentally frozen her teammates in ice!

"WHAT THE FUCK!?"

Jinx sniffles but giggled. "Sorrie....." she mutters but Megumi looks angry that Rioto was shaking scared.

"W..wait, wait wait I can-"

"THAT'S IT!!" he shouted chasing Rioto who screams in fear running away. "GET BACK HERE! "

"NOOOOOO LEAVE ME ALONE!!!" he cries as the DBT was shocked but Gojo blinks to hold back from laughing.

"............"

Yeah, this was going to be a long day off for them or to say in short, it was ruined. Hours later, the others were sent home but Jinx was now stuck in bed. The other cursed vixens were wrapped up in blankets shaking from the cold but given hot tea. Rioto was caught by Megumi but he got more slaps and hits as he was crying. Now he was more scared of Megumi now.

"This..has been one crazy day off.." Maki said.

"Agreed.." Nobara said.

"My head hurts.." Yuji said from all this.

"Stop being a baby Brat..." Sukuna said.

"Well, that was almost like a side mission for you guys but hey, at least you got something in for future ones." Gojo smiled to his class but they sighed shaking their heads but they got jumpy seeing Jinx about to sneeze again. She did but made a bigger explosion.

"WILL SOMEONE PLEASE KNOCK HER OUT TO SLEEP! SHE'LL BRING THE DAMN SCHOOL DOWN!" Kinie shouted angry from the school with other students wondering what the heck just happened.

At least Rioto apologized before being taken back to his school with Utahime saying sorry with Gojo saying it's fine. Daichi facepalmed shaking his head with Megumi still heated but he was fine. A day off was crazy but at least it wasn't a serious one right?

[tealeavesandthorns]

//Apologies for my absence!

I should be on to do Maria's replies tonight!

Life. Pain. Mental health. Work - take your pick of what's been getting in the way.

[whumpshaped]

What is this "old blog" you keep mentioning?

i used to have a blog before this that i deleted. original url was scared-and-crying and i later changed it to sourwhump then deleted and started over on here

[dearlyfictitious2]

Modes of Surface Entertainment

"Perseus, I thought you said these games of yours were stress relieving?"

"They are." he grunted.

Triton raised a perfectly groomed eyebrow at his (frankly) vicious finger smashing, "You're exuding the exact opposite of tranquilness."

"Trust me. I am calm, cool, collected, and having so much fun right now." he replied in a borderline unhinged tone, "Very relaxing."

"...Indeed."

Prince Triton had very little to base on whether that statement was true or not, but he was almost certain his brother was trying to convince himself.

He stared at the flat screen tv and tried to make sense of what exactly he was looking at, but try as he may, he couldn't grasp the novelty and settled for leaning on his brother instead.

He positively loathed being on land and made it a point to surface only when deemed absolutely necessary, he would much rather spend his time in their Lord Father's beautiful realm in the oceans, but his demigod brother practically dragged him up here when he was made aware that he, Prince Triton, had never played a video game during the entirety of his immortal existence.

And yes, the game room in Atlantis had plenty of dazzling arcade games to choose from, amongst other choices, but they didn't entice him in any way to play them at all. He could have gone the rest of his said immortal existence rather content having never known about the 'joys' of video games. Thank you very much.

But alas, here he was. Sat in their Father’s newly refurbished cabin and experiencing a mild case of dry eye of all things.

What a nuisance.

Triton summoned water between his fingers and swept them across his eyes, "How can you stand looking at these screens for so long without proper hydration?" He studied his brother closely and noticed something concerning, "Perseus, when was the last time you blinked?" the younger Prince’s expression had assumed a disturbing blank faced, wide-eyed, thousand yard stare.

"I've been working on this level for two and a half hours and I refuse to blink until I beat this one part."

Goodness, what a mess this godling of his was.

He sighed through his nose in resignation and put an arm around his brother's back, smiling fondly, "Your surface habits are very strange, but quite charming."

This amazing art piece was actually finished since Aug 2022 and my DUMBASS forgot to post it 🤡 This was originally going to be a standalone post, but since it took so damn long for me to remember I decided to write up a quick drabble to accompany it.

Permission to post the image was given to me by the incredibly talented artist on Twitter @/Lakes_DownSouth, who is an absolute GODDESS with putting up with my 2am nonsense. Please support her work here

She's also an animator! And well...let's just say I'm more than a little excited about the possibilities!

[ditzydreamsss]

bizly popping off-ish.

**violently coughs** did someone say fallen au (no please-) ((not mine, please look if you somehow havent already, theyre so stupid i love them so much))

WELL HERES MORE!!

not reallyyy proud of this but its been sitting in my google doc for too long

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Fire blazed in Grizzly’s eyes. His eyes dramatically turned red, and he opened his arms wide along with his wings. Falling, just for Bizly to catch him. Bizly’s left lens was glitched into a “fuck you”, and his thinly pressed lips reflected that. Grizzly was swung up, a small portion of the dance the fallen duo had shared shortly before the fight. Then he was let go, and he grabbed the Excalibur that appeared from midair.

“Grizz-” One of the figures tried under them, on the mismatched platform.

“No. Shut the hell up.” Bizly growled, the hooded figure speaking surprisingly first. “Do not speak to him.”

Charlie flinched as Bizly flew down to face someone who he once loved (and still-?).

Gods, what happened?

“You never gave me a voice, did you? You never heard my fucking thoughts. But now I’ll say them, and you’ll listen.” Bizly took a shaky breath, glasses now a glare. His words came out as a quiet, leveled voice. Charlie shrunk back.

“I fucking hate you. I hate you so, so much. You’re the absolute fucking worst! Those little games you played? Did you think those were funny? And I’m not just talking about us! Yeah, those a hundred players you trapped in a world, who had to work or they’ll fucking die? Those experiments. You- You made me think those things were okay! You made me think manipulation was the norm.”

A tear on the glasses.

Bizly couldn’t see Charlie’s face. Blurry.

“You took away everything from me- from us. My pride, joy, sense of right or wrong, my voice. You used me like a ragdoll. I’m just another prop in your perfect little story, aren’t I? And you know this universe wasn’t written this way. It was going to be my beloved here going, ‘Oh, Charlie, I am so sorry I made a joke you took so seriously you banished me to hell for two hundred years! Let’s play this- this emotional background music as I die for the second third time.’ But that’s not what happened, was it? I was so fucking hurt that I changed fate itself.”

I hate you.

“I hate you, Slimecicle. I wish I never knew you.”

Charlie looked like he was disintegrating, but that was just the tears. The hurt evaporating and blocking Bizly’s view from Charlie’s true emotions. But that didn’t matter. Why should Bizly care about his abuser’s feelings? That was what Charlie was to him now. Someone who took his admiration for them and abused it.

Bizly almost flinched when he felt Grizzly’s hand on his shoulders. He had almost forgotten Grizzly was there, drowning in the riptide of emotions. And Bizly was smoking too, breathing uneven and shuddering. Bizly automatically leaned into the touch.

He thinks he heard a soft, “It’s okay. I’ll take over now.”

Bizly shrinks back to the shadows and when Grizzly’s speech begins, he allows himself to sniffle, then cry, his shuddering breaths covered by Grizzly’s loud anime speech. His tears never hit his chin, and it felt surreal. Maybe this was all a dream.

He joined together to fight with Grizzly when the time came.

Swords clashed, and many regrets passed through all their eyes.

But they didn’t stop.

Axes in the lava. Golden apples eaten.

Crying.

A lot of tears.

Shaking,

Bizy leaned into Grizzly’s shoulders.

They won.

He didn’t feel like they won.

As Charlie’s unconscious body sank under the lava.

As Condi screamed, and for some reason, Grizzly holding Condi back from diving into the magma after their lover.

As he wondered, if he jumped into the lava as well, maybe this nightmare would end.

“Biz... Bizly! NO-!”

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“Please don’t leave me again.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t ever, fucking try to die again.”

“I’m sorry.”

“I’m- I’m serious, Bizly.”

“...Hey, Condi?”

“...?”

“Why did you save me? I... It was my fault that he-”

“-It wasn’t your fault.”

The words were hollow.

“But it was.”

---

“What if they don’t want to see you?”

“...They probably don’t.”

Condi’s wings shook and dropped down. His tail curled around them even tighter.

“Charlie…”

“...”

“I’m sorry.”

Condi heard the grass rusting loudly before arms wrapped around him. They leaned into it slightly. Charlie’s voice rumbled.

“It’s okay. I’m sorry.”

The dragon tembled in the god’s arms.

“I hate this. Why did you do this...?”

Condi’s grip tightened.

“You didn’t mean it- tell me you didn’t mean it.”

“...I’m sorry, Condi.”

---

“Do you hate them?”

Bizly gently placed his hand over Grizzly’s as they watched the lava, churning and glowing. Grizzly’s reply came what felt like hours after.

“Do you?”

“Depends. On what you think.”

Grizzly softly tugged Bizly’s sweater, and Bizly complied. Grizzly’s wings surrounded Bizly completely and he leaned against his partner’s chest as the big dipper laid his head down on Bizly’s hair. As Grizzly’s arm held him, Bizly couldn’t care for the heat.

“That would depend... on what you think. Hey.”

Bizly latched onto the other’s arms tighter in response.

“You know I love you. So much. I’d die without you. Burned.”

“...”

“You saved me, Bizly. I’m... still so thankful for that.”

“...”

“Please never leave me.”

“...Of course. I love you too.”

Their conversation would turn into a dance. Twirling, dangerously close to the lava, and laughter echoing around the empty space all around them. Dipping down and feeling a rush of excitement and love.

The question was left unanswered.

[volivolition]

Can I get some Message to All Bitches: Please Survive for WIP Wednesday? (if there's nothing you can share without spoilers, then I am also intrigued by Unstoppable Force)

oh yeah can't share the specifics of this but know that i've finally figured out the wording and results of a very significant VisCal check in Message Please Survive in honor of you hkjhg <3 instead, you get these two uncommunicative idiots from Unstoppable Force <3

VOLITION turns at the squeak of a chair pulling up next to him, and immediately wishes he hadn’t – Electrochemistry.

ELECTROCHEMISTRY sits back, cocking an eyebrow at his full name – Crownhead.

VOLITION tries not to shift in his seat. It has never been unusual for skills to shuffle around the table throughout the day. Logic will move to discuss something with Interfacing, Suggestion will slide over to sit with Savvy, and even Empathy likes to sit next to him sometimes at the head of the table. This is no different. It can't be any different – What is it?

[sinking-into-mist]

I got back to trying to write the Olli/Aleksi fic I mentioned last(?) week, and this is basically how it's going

me: this will be a cute fluffy sfw story

o & a: but what if we kissed... and our hands started to wander... and things got a little heated...

me: sure, a bit of that sounds great 👍 just don't get too carried away!

o & a: *kissing, groaning, neck biting, slight scratching, moaning*

me: okay that's enough! let's go back to the cute fluff and wrap up this fic

o & a: no 😊

me: i won't let you continue. go to bed boys.

o & a: okay!

me: ... wait, i meant, go to bed for some cuddles and sleeping!!

o & a: lol sure 😏 *undressing each other in between heated kisses*

me: i did not see that coming

[breitzbachbea]

Drabble #84

Opposites attract and nothing show that more than clashing magnets finding each other as soon as they return. Or - Magnús walking into hell while Freyja, walking first, gently holds his hand. (These two belong to my beloved @swabianmapley )

Drabble Collection on Ao3 Ship: SigFrey

“Oho, pretty lady, where are you going at this hour?” Magnús asked, his hand still on the key.

Freyja rolled her eyes, but the sated smile on her face never waned.

“Into bed, big boy,” she said, clung to his arm and rubbed her cheek against his shoulder. Magnús chuckled and took the hand from the key to put his arm around her instead.

With the other, he turned the key and pushed the door open. Freyja’s hand found his arm again.

The two stumbled into their hotel room. The door was closed with more force than expected and louder than perhaps welcome at the time.

“Seems like you had a fun night out,” Magnús said. He was glad to be back with her after their group of Irishmen and Scots had split.

“The funnest. What about you?”

“It was alright.”

Freyja swung around to stand in front of him and let go of his arm. Despite her slight stagger, she was steady on her feet. “Would have rather that we stayed back in Reykjavík?”

Her gall, her good-natured taunt, amplified by the alcohol in her veins. He smiled, much softer than her grin.

“I didn’t say it was bad,” he answered. He turned as he got out of his jacket. “I got invited to a whiskey tasting.” He opened the closet.

“Oh, did you now?” Freyja asked and when he looked over his shoulder, he saw her curious and elated smile, her eyebrows arched.

“Mhm.” He hung up the jacket. “Well, they’ve planned a whiskey tasting in front of m.” When he turned around to Freyja and closed the door behind him, her excitement was less radiant and she had crossed her arms in front of her. “They talked about it like a big event, with everyone involved. Told me to tell Emil about it.”

“Oh, great! So, we’ve been invited to a whiskey tasting.” She let herself fall onto the bed and untied her boots.

“If anything even comes of it and it wasn’t just a wet idea…” Magnús sat down on the arm chair to remove his shoes.

“I think it sounds fun! I’m sure Emil will love it!” Magnús cocked an eyebrow and waited, until Freyja looked at him. “Come on, Siggi, it’s basically like the get-together after the sheep and horses returned from the mountains. He’s comfortable at those.”

“Those don’t have insane people. I’m pretty sure this is going to end in chaos, something he is decidedly less comfortable around.”

Freyja threw her boots to the side and waved her hand. “He’s been doing fine on his family weekend with Chun and Fen in the Icelandic wilderness so far, he can handle a little drama.” She shrugged. “Also, remember that time the Danish were over for the sheep and horse handling?”

Freyja caught a glimpse of Magnús’ face and burst into laughter. He hadn’t unhunched his shoulders yet, although the pure rage and repulsion had been replaced by a thoroughly miffed stare into space. “Regrettably so.” Every time Jóhann asked about Frej and if he wouldn’t want to come again next year, admiration and a little bit of excitement in his voice, it was hard to grin and bear it.

Freyja had fallen onto her back and held her stomach. Once she stopped laughing, she went limp and sighed. She fumbled with her belt, opened it and unzipped her pants.

However, she struggled to strip out of them.

“Do you need help?” he asked.

“Yeah, if you could pull from the bottom, that’d be great.” She pulled her pants off with little struggle. “Thanks, sweetheart – Oh my god, you’re such a square.” She laughed again as he folded her pants to put them away.

“Your square,” he replied and put her pants on a chair. “Looking out for you.”

She crossed her arms behind her head and he avoided to look at her naked legs. “I know. You don’t have to be at attention every possible moment though. Like, I know. Yes. That comes free with this life, but .. the whiskey tasting sounds nice.”

“With normal people it would, I’m sure.” She shrugged. She still had to take her piercings out. “Like, danger aside, people like those aren’t exactly the company I’d choose for a fun evening.”

“Normal-Schmormal. You chose me, didn’t you?” She smiled at him. It wasn’t beaming, it wasn’t smirking, but it radiated kindness that seeped right through his skin into his heart. “You love my weirdness. You followed it all the way into hell.” Gratitude. Apologies written in her eyes.

“I … yes … I mean …” He was at a loss for words. Instead, he got onto the bed, laid beside her and took her hand. As they gazed into each other’s eyes, their fingers intertwined.

[huffle-dork]

Greetings! I’m not sure how this works, but I wish you would write about the first time Jackie met Zara please. P.S. I think that your art and writings are amazing. - The Cinnamon Roll Anon

(God like 2 years later way to go me |D but I’m trying to get back into writing so I’m doing older requests! I wish I knew who to tag for this one- I hope they can find it 😭)

Jackie nervously picked at his gi as he studied the others in his class. God- did he pick the right sports bra? Were people staring at him? He had just decided before coming to Uni he was gonna try passing more… he started taking T as soon as he turned 18. Still- it felt like someone would be able to see through him… He felt eyes on him while he tried not to panic.

He really wanted to take this class though! He used to be in a dojo when he was younger. It’d be nice to connect back to the sport he loved- even if parkour had become his bigger love as of late. Still, that means he’d be good at this right?

Jackie snapped out of his thoughts as the class began, his sensei started the class and introduced himself. Jackie looked at the teacher with starry eyes. What a cool dude… could he look like that someday?

After going through warmups, Sensei asked how many of them had been in a martial arts class before. Jackie slowly raised his hand and saw one other hand shoot up. He met eyes with a girl with short cropped hair and violet eyes that smirked at him. Jackie felt his cheeks flush.

Sensei wanted to see what their level was- so while his teaching assistant led the rest of the class through the first lesson, Sensei took the two aside.

“Alright, why don’t you two show me what you can do?” He asked, watching as Jackie and the girl eased into fighting stances.

Jackie felt more nerves creeping up his chest, thick in his throat. He shouldn’t have said anything! He hasn’t been in classes since like primary school! But… men don’t show weakness like that. He had to prove himself… right?

He squared up his chest and smirked at the girl.

“Promise I’ll go easy on you,” He boasted, even though he was screaming at himself for saying that right after.

Especially when the girl’s eyes flash with anger. She takes the first jab, punching near Jackie’s chest. Luckily, Jackie remembers how to block and side steps away with a hushed, “Woah!” escaping his mouth.

Jackie steps back and tries to aim a flat hand strike to her collarbone. But she side steps and grabs his arm and shoulder, yanking him towards her. He’s immediately thrown off balance and cries out. She goes past him and hooks her leg around his and then scoops and pushes down, driving him hard into the ground onto his back with her on top of him, still gripping his sleeve while her fist hits solidly on the mat next to his face.

Jackie has to blink stars out of his eyes as the girl smirks down at him. The lights of the practice room backlit her like an Angel. Jackie could hear his heart beat in his ears as his chest and stomach seemed to fill with butterflies, leaving him even more breathless.

Then she bursts into laughter and Jackie feels his face turn bright red.

“God! The look on your face was priceless!” She giggled.

Sensei’s voice drawled disapprovingly from behind them, “That might have been too much, Zara.”

She glances at their teacher then groans, “c’mon teach! He was begging for a humbling moment!”

“H-Hey!” Jackie squirms, feeling more and more ashamed. Plus… she was very close to his chest…. She couldn’t tell could she?

Sensei raised his eyebrow, “Be that as it may, your humbling moment didn’t give me enough time to see his skill set.”

The girl, Zara it seems, blows hair out of her face and sighs. “Alrightttt-“ She lets go of Jackie and hops to her feet, offering Jackie a hand. Jackie hesitates but then takes the hand as he’s unsteadily pulled to his feet.

The girl takes the opportunity to shake Jackie’s hand and smiles. “Sorry about that… cocky guys get on my nerves here. But… that wasn’t fair of me. I’m actually another student assistant here… cuz I frequent Sensei's dojo. Or- I used to… got caught up the past summer so… Sensei wanted to see if I was still sharp. Wasn’t cool of me to do that to you though… you’re a bit stiff for someone who’s done this before.”

Jackie blushes again, looking away. “I… might have fudged my knowledge… I haven’t really been since I finished primary school…”

He cringes, like he’s expecting to hear the girl’s cruel laughter at him. But instead she beams. “Well hey! You got a pretty great start for being so rusty! Still loads better than the beginners here! I can give you some tips, if you’re okay with trying again?”

Jackie blinks in surprise but Zara does look a bit more apologetic. He grumbles and looks away, wishing his cheeks would stop turning so red. “…as long as you don’t make fun of me…”

“I won’t. Promise! Now… show me your stance again!”

After a while, their session ended as the rest of the class packed up. Sensei said he’d probably give them a few more one on one sessions until they got the rest of class up to speed.

Jackie watched as Zara grabbed her shoes and bag as he carefully went over and coughed slightly, getting her attention.

She blinks and cocks her head at him, “Yes..? Did we forget something?”

“N-No! No I… I just…” Jackie played with the back of his hair as he tried to work up the nerve to say, “…m’sorry… for earlier. I… I didn’t mean to come off like that and I… I just want you to know I… I’m not that kinda guy… you know?” His cheeks flushed red again as he avoided her gaze.

Zara is quiet for a moment before she smiles warmly. “Well, clearly.” She replies bluntly.

“Huh?” Jackie looks at her in surprise.

She laughs, “A cocky guy would never admit he was wrong! They’re all tough and macho and big headed! Total meat heads I tell ya.” She slips on one of her shoes as they talk, “That’s why I stuck with martial arts for so long. Ain’t nothing sweeter than knocking a meat head down a peg for underestimating a girl.”

She straightens and gives Jackie a slight knowing look, briefly glancing down before meeting his eyes. “…you get that- right?”

Jackie doesn’t quite get what she’s hinting at though. But he quickly blurts out, “Y-Yeah totally! That’s why I… I didn’t want you to think of me like that… cuz I’m not- I swear!”

Zara finishes slipping on her other shoe as she giggles and lightly punches Jackie’s shoulder. “Well, you didn’t need to but… thanks… uh-“ Now it’s her turn to blush as she nervously laughs. “God I- I totally forgot to ask your name!”

Jackie laughs, “it’s Jackie… Jackie Mann.”

Zara seems to laugh a bit loud at that and claps a hand over her mouth as Jackie looks at her in confusion. She quickly tries to recover. “S-Sorry! Just… wasn’t expecting that last name.”

“Yeah it’s- kinda weird.” Jackie admits with a laugh.

“Sounds like a superhero name!” Zara chuckles.

“Oh huh… guess it does.” Jackie blushes, feeling his superhero nerd wanting to come out but he eagerly pushes it down. He was trying to make a good impression, not scare her away. “And you’re… Zara, right?”

Zara nods with a smile and holds out her hand, “Zara Caley, aspiring marine biologist and certified ass kicker.”

Jackie feels his chest and stomach flutter again as he takes her hand and shakes it. “…nice to meet you officially then, Zara.”

She grins, “You as well, Mr. Jackie Mann.”

She then grabs her bag and looks down at his still bare feet. “I dunno if you have another class soon but- this room is about to be filled again, I think. And I got a lecture halfway across campus.”

“O-Oh! Right right I… I won’t keep you then.” Jackie stammers quickly, going to grab his shoes and jam them on.

Zara giggles and waves at him. “See you next class, Jackie!” She then hurries out the door.

And Jackie can’t help but stare at her as she leaves, his breath taken away again.

[mari13606]

Lost

“Esma?”

“Yeah?” She turned, sharp jaw clenched pensively.

“Ne- nevermind,” he dropped his gaze, watching a raindrop fall from his nose to between his boots. Galen follows after her when he hears the sharp twist of Esma’s boots in the wet gravel.

Her most recent abode isn’t much further, luckily. Galen can feel the heat hit him when Esma opens the door, hurrying in to escape the cold dampness of the rain. He carefully removes his shoes by the door, feeling Esma’s presence doing the same before she moves away. He takes another moment to fully unlace his boots before he follows, tugging off his soaked cloak. 

The floorboards creak lightly under his feet, betraying his position as he steps into the sitting room. Esma looks up from where she’s stoking the fire. The way he swallows feels too loud in his ears as he takes a few steps forward.

 She moves to the kitchen before he gets within three steps of her. Galen closes his eyes at the phantom sword in his chest. He carefully hangs his cloak by the fire to dry, and sits on the floor near it. Perhaps a bit too closely, the fire almost burns on his skin. He doesn’t move.

Galen hears the way Esma deliberately creaks a board as she walks away. He pretends he didn’t feel her presence as she left his tea just within reach, opting to simply turn and pick up the mug with a hum of thanks. The tea is his favorite, rosemary and mint. 

He’s careful to not watch her settle into an armchair, tucking her feet up against the armrest. His fingers still feel cold despite the way the fire pushes feeling back into his fingertips, and while the tea is nice it does nothing to parse the lump in his throat. He sets his tea down.

He can feel Esma’s eyes on him. He closes his and tilts his head back, leaning back until the fire truly begins to burn, until he catches the slight change in her breathing. He opens his eyes and leans forward, meeting her eyes.

“What happened to you Galen?” her expression is the most open it’s been since he’s seen her again, some mixture of confusion and grief. He isn’t sure what his own expression is, isn’t sure he wants to know. He doesn't know how to answer the question either. Too much has happened since she left and to be honest he doesn’t quite know how he even ended up here.

Whatever expression he has must be enough, he watches the confusion clear and the grief redouble and somewhere in it all he finds his voice again.

“Could you hold me? Please?”

Esma crashes into him, simultaneously pulling him from the fire and flooding him with warmth. He shivers, clutching the back of her shirt, and feels her pull him a bit firmer against her. His eyes sting, he tastes salt, and in her arms it finally feels like home.

~~~~~~

@creativepromptfills thank you for putting out prompts! This one in particular inspired me to pick up the pen again, hope you enjoy!

[the-silver-peahen-residence]

||Battle Royal! The cursed hell panther of black flames VS The blue dragon of pride||

Hi once more everyone, time for another drabble. This one was a sudden idea but it does involve the cursed vixens and the other fractions again. However, this is due to a battle royal between two fraction leaders. But lets see who is it.

||Drabble summary||

The two fractions in New York was having a sparring practice battle. However, the other teams got out of the way seeing two leaders battling it out. You heard me, the big fight between the cursed hell panther and the blue dragon of pride! Ink VS Jinx! Who will win? Read to find out!

||Warning||

~Two dangerously strong fraction leaders battle all out

~Blood will be present and seen in this drabble

~broken bones will be seen in drabble.

||Guests in Drabble||

Van ink along with her fraction belongs to @demon-blood-youths

Jinx along with her fraction mentioned belong to me.

((Note: Their will be grammar mistakes and errors in this drabble as others have this warning. But like I state before, this is written for fun. So I hope you like it and my friend too. Enjoy))

Today was training day!

That's right, it was sparring day between the DBT (Demon Blood Tears) VS. TCV (The Cursed Vixens). Right now, both fractions were fighting against one another to get stronger and stronger just like the others that would sometimes join them. Even seeing the area they picked for it was already seen with a lot of destruction and explosions. However, in one area, the two fraction leaders were looking at one another while smiling.

Van Ink the Dragon was holding her great sword while her close friend/sister Jinx violet was talking when they were doing a meet up together.

"Hmmm? What was that Ink?" she asked, spinning her flaming black dagger knives as she was about to have their daily training battle. However, Ink wanted to change it this time.

"Yeah! I know your powerful and deadly strong Jinx so why not?! I wanna see just how dangerous powerful you are!" She's always been waiting for the day to ask the leader of the cursed vixens to battle her one on one. Though, with everything going on, they couldn't.

But today; today she can ask! Jinx tilts her head to think but Ink was smiling wondering what she'll say. "Hmmmmm.."

"I'll even be sure we just fight like a one-on-one type of thing. The others can watch!" she said happy.

"Huh, I had no idea you wanted to spar with me one on one, Ink. :3 Though, that does sound really really fun!!!"

"I know right!? We can go all out and just have fun! I wanna see just how dangerous the cursed hell panther vixen is! So what do you say!?"

"Hmmmmmm....."

"Come on Jinx! I wanna challenge you, one on one!!! Please!!!!!" she had her hands clapped together smiling as she always did to Jinx. The other was looking to her friend seeing she was silly but Ink was Ink. With a smile, she giggled.

"Oh why the hell not? Sure! We can have a spar together Ink!" she said that Ink cheers.

"YES!"

"Hold on, if we do fight one on one, we might need to tell our team to go on the side lines somewhere to watch. We don't need them getting caught in the crossfire ya know?" she said but knowing them, Melinda can keep a barrier with Ping to see from a safe distance. Second, they will be on a roof top building so they were out of harms way.

"That's fine with me! Lets go ahead and tell our teams and meet up again in a minute." she said but Jinx nods to smile.

"Alright! See you in a second!" she said happily and goes to her fraction as Ink goes to hers. Seems the leaders were seriously going to do it. Though, Ink was giggling all excited finally having a sparing fight with her close friend/sister Jinx. It was going to be good but wild at the same time.

~~Later~~

"Wait, Ink wants us to do what? Is that why were up here?" Navarro looks to Shdwkyz who was explaining everything to his fraction and Vivi doing the same with hers.

"The two of them wish to battle one on one? When did they-"

"They just spoken about this but it seems Ink has been thinking about having this match with her for a long time....." Vivi said simply with the others looking at one another then looks to the two.

"Though, I'm a bit worried. You guys know how strong Ink is.." Fosh said.

"And you all know how strong Jinx is.." Mouse adds in while the two had drones flying around to catch all this for them to watch later or at least them both.

"Well, at least they will be having fun I guess.." Melinda said while having a barrier with Ping helping to keep them safe from anything. For now, the two groups watch seeing the leaders down below stretching but was ready.

Ink was holding her great sword; Wyvern while Jinx was stretching and cracking her knuckles. "Alright, our fractions are at a safe distance. So we can have our battle Ink!" she said.

"I know! This is going to be fun! Though, just don't hold back on me Jinx alright? I want you to go all out on me and I'll do the same!" Ink was pumped up, grinning all excited for this battle. Jinx can tell she was but smiled to nod.

"You got it! Don't hold back Ink! We gotta go all out here." she said as the fractions saw their leaders in their fighting stances now as Ink felt her greatsword glowing blue. Jinx got in a fighting stance but she held her hands to the side, showing some black flames appearing but she reaches into the flames to show some flame made blades as she twirls them. The two leaders look at one another as everything was silent.

Van Ink Vs. Jinx Violent, Dragon of pride against the cursed hell panther of black flames.

3. 2. 1.

GO!

Both Jinx and Ink suddenly dashes towards one another with their own power as Ink swings Wyvern at Jinx only for her to block it as the two did a blade struggle. The two look at one another before pushing each back as the road cracks up among impact. The fractions watches from the roof seeing their leaders in that struggle before Jinx kicks Ink back hard to rush towards her. She begins swinging her flamed blades at Ink, seeing the other dodging and blocking trying to swing back. Their blades clashes over and over, still trying to get through but they each got blocked or deflected. As Jinx was about to bring her blades down at Ink, she held up her greatsword to block it and shoves her back hard.

Jinx gets pushed back rolling onto the street but Ink rushes towards her quickly and swings, sending a wave of blue flames towards her. Right away, Jinx rolls out the way to see the flame hit a car making it explode. The fractions gasped seeing that but watches Jinx get up quickly and swings her own blades to send black flames towards Ink.

"!?" She quickly swings sending out more blue flames back as the two attacks clashes causing a huge explosion! The DBT and CV shield their eyes from the flash while Melinda and Ping keeps the barrier up. Geez, they were seriously strong if they could make a explosion like that!

Ink saw the flames burning in front of her but she got on the defensive seeing something dash through as she begins dodging the movements of Jinx's swords. She was striking her or trying to while Ink did the same. Both girls were moving very fast that the teams couldn't keep up.

"Their going too fast! I can't keep up with them!" Navarro shouted.

"Same here! Damn it!" Echo grumbles but the bombers felt another quake to see their leaders going even faster. Their looking at one another going all out in their fight before hitting one another back hard. Jinx skids back while Ink did the same. Both girls were panting looking down but Jinx's flame blades slowly disappear as she was panting.

However, the girls look to see a smile on Jinx's face. That made them tense. Uh oh. Ink didn't move but she looks up to see that too.

"Wow, you really are good Ink...but come on, lets really go wild here. I wanna see just how powerful you really are!" She giggled to get on her hands and crouch down. That's when a sudden burst of black flames surrounds Jinx's body and the area. The ground cracks up due to the intense heat seeing familiar two flamed panther tails with the tips having some flames. Flamed claws were seen near her talon nails while having her panther ears. She shows her sharp canine teeth only to swish the tails left and right. "Come on Ink! Lets go wild!" she giggled.

Ink said nothing seeing her like that but this made her only grin hiding the upper part of her face. Her team saw that knowing the same thrill-seeker expression was back. "Alright then...lets go wild then!! Lets give it our all, Jinx!" she laughed sending out a wave of her power as both clashes against each other. It made the air heavy and making the area shake.

Hearing this, Jinx laughed loving it. "THEN LETS GO!" right away, she dashes forward leaving a hole in the street as she kicks Ink hard in the stomach sending her flying into a building as it shows a hole in the wall. Ink coughs from that before Jinx kicks her out being quick. She dashes towards her like a panther wound, hitting her left right up down down right. It was crazy! She was hitting her all over the place while leaving a black flame trail behind her.

As Ink was free falling, she quickly slams the flat part of her blade at Jinx to hit her through a building as well as she crashes through. Ink spits blood from her mouth but rushes over to fight. When entering the hole, she hits Jinx down through the ground of the building sending her a few floors down. Jinx smashes into a table on the first floor to feel her shirt grabbed and thrown into something breaking it.

She winces from the crash but flips back to her feet now trying to slash at her with flame like claws baring her sharp teeth looking feral as Ink bears her own sharp teeth with a grin. Their eyes glowing as they were fighting like wild animals.

"You know if this keeps up, they are going to total this area.." Vivi sighed seeing this with Shdwkyz agreeing.

"True. But, you can't tell them anything knowing how they are."

"ARE YOU BOTH SERIOUS! What if they destroy the whole block!?" Navarro and Echo shouted at the two as the snakes shrugs.

"I mean, think this is Jinx and Ink were talking about. You guys really think we can stop them if their like that!" Rust said pointing at the building.

"............."

"He's got a point.." Breezy said with a sweatdrop laughing nervously when hearing the windows breaking from the building.

Both fractions sweat drop seeing the smoke and hearing the fighting from in the building. They had no idea Ink and Jinx fights that way but they were always looking to go crazy so that explains it.

"You do know Mr. Henderson will know about this right?" Hellmare said to the others but they sighed to nod. That's when they felt another tremor and looks seeing Ink get kicked out the building as Jinx rushes out with the building coming crashing down leaving some smoke and debris in the air.

"Wow; go Ink!! You got it!" Gerald said cheering her on.

'G..go Jinx! You can d..do it!' Ping cheers in her mind.

Jinx rushes towards Ink once more now jumping to attack her own Ink quickly changes her face into the dragon demonic form to use a smoke screen. "!?" She stops seeing the smoke surrounding the area but was looking around swaying her two tails. Suddenly, a blue flame ball came rushing towards her as she dodges and runs. Ink was blowing flames out at Jinx while sending fireballs to her as they explode on contact. Jinx was quick dodging but she jumps up to bounce from building to building to spin with her tails.

They send black flames back clashing with the fireballs as well. So it was like a light show going on right now seeing the two going crazy. Ink kept sending more and more at Jinx who did the same before she keeps moving from building to building before jumping to flip. Ink looks seeing Jinx falling as she spins but her eyes widen seeing a black flamed whip now hitting Ink. She held Wyvern up to block and deflect the flame whips. However, the ones that miss scorches the street that it even made it bubble to steam. Just how hot was her flame!?

"Wow, did you see that!?" Mouse said worried while Fosh nods.

"I did. I wasn't expecting Jinx's flames to do that! How hot are her flames anything!?" he said.

"We don't know..but if it's hot enough to do that....that's something.." Vivi said watching with. Seeing the area now getting destroyed more that the two hits each other again back even harder. Ink crash lands on her feet creating a crater while Jinx did the same. Both Jinx and Ink looks at one another before sending a flame out at one another but the fractions saw Ink's blue flames form into a dragon and Jinx's black flames into a panther.

Wait..

"WHEN WERE THEY ABLE TO DO THAT!?" The fractions said in shock seeing this as the two flame beings clashed and crashes against each other. The flame panther swiping at the dragon who was doing the same. Their summoners Ink and Jinx were busy fighting they were trying to win but they were having fun so that was fine. They did see some attacks land with Jinx slashing at Ink's jacket and shirt, to Ink cutting into Jinx's back and side. These two were bleeding but didn't back down.

Ink growling while Jinx was hissing still smiling while their eyes glowed to dash and fight once more. Everyone was speechless seeing this as the area was getting destroyed but the building they were on was cracking that Melinda noticed.

"Uhhhh Melinda? I think we need to move.." Echo said as she quickly forms a spear around everyone to float up as the building they were just on gets smashed by the blue flame dragon Ink summoned out. Now they were hovering in the air thanks to Melinda seeing the battle from above!

"This is going to go on for a while..isn't it?" Jaron said as everyone slowly looks down seeing the fight.

".....Yeahhhhhhh...."

~~~~Timeskip: a few hours later~~~~

The whole block was destroyed with nothing but black and blue flames burning what was close. Though, they were lucky this area was abandoned but their was some damage in areas. The two have been battling for a while now but they saw Ink and Jinx panting. They were bleeding from injuries they got and a few stab wounds. Even so, they still were trying to go at it!

Jinx dashes towards Ink again who did the same roaring out about to attack. The fractions saw this thinking who was going to win only to see both Jinx and Ink crash into one another a bit too hard and got knocked out. Ink's sword falls while they were laying there.

"...Uhhh.." Fosh and Mouse saw that.

"What happened?" Navarro asked seeing that.

"I think they passed out.." Echo answered as Melinda lowers the spear to the ground near their knocked out leaders. They saw that Ink was a mess while Jinx is the same. They were indeed knocked out but it seems this was a draw.

"That was..."

"Scary. Did you guys get all that?" Maggie asked the hackers seeing them nod slowly nervous. Yeah, they got all that already. Even when the two used their special moves against one another. "I know or get the feeling they will wanna know who won but this is a draw.." she sighed as Melinda lowers the barrier. The cursed vixens goes to their leader and the DBT goes to their leader. Ink and Jinx were still out but they were resting while looking really tired.

However, they saw their leaders groan to wake up. Ink and Jinx was awake but winces from moving.

"Owwwwww..."

"Ugghhhhh.."

"Easy now.." Vivi said to Jinx.

"She's right. You two went crazy in your battle.." Shdwkyz said to Ink. The two open their eyes but blinks to remember.

"Oh yeah...though wait! Who won!?" Ink asked as the snakes sweatdrops.

"Neither. You both tied." Shdwkyz said.

"Wait, tied? We tied!?" Ink said as Jinx tilts her head.

"Awwww, I was not expecting to tie.." she said.

"That's because you both dashed at one another and crashed into one another knocking yourselves out." Rust said as Breezy agrees.

"Huh.." Ink and Jinx blinks to think but looks around seeing the result of their fight. Wow; it was a lot of damage to say the least.

"Uhhhh did we both do all this?" they asked.

"...Yes." Both fractions said as Ink and Jinx sweat drop to laugh nervously.

"Sorry guys. I did say we shouldn't hold back and we didn't! But it was so much fun! Ink was so powerful and stuff. She could have killed me!"

"Same to you too Jinx! You were so strong and cool! You would have killed me to!"

The fractions sweat drop seeing Ink and Jinx talking happily like they didn't destroy a whole block. "Though, too bad it ended in a draw. Hey Ink! Lets battle again! We can decide a winner that way!" she said.

"OH YOUR ON!" Ink laughed as the two was about to stand but gets bonked on the head hard by Vivi and Shdwkyz. "OW!!"

"You two are so dumb.." Vivi and Shdwkyz said at the same time but grabs their own leader's shirts to start dragging them away.

"HEY SHDWKYZ!! LET GO! I WANNA BATTLE JINX AGAIN! WE HAVE TO DECIDE A WINNER!!" She said kickcing and swinging her arms and feet.

"NO! YOU TWO ALREADY HAD A BATTLE TODAY! YOU NEED YOUR REST!" the phantom said.

"YEAH, NO FAIR VIVI! LET GO!!!" Jinx said doing the same.

"NO, WE ARE GOING HOME AND TREATING YOUR INJURIES!!"

"NOOOOOO!!!!!" The leaders wanted to fight again but the teammates were speechless.

"O.O;"

Yeah, they followed but said nothing. Later that night, both Jinx and Ink were treated and would heal after a while. Though, as Hellmare said, they got a call from a shocked Mr. Henderson demanding what they did. Well, after they got the explaining, he just did a face palm.

'Why is it every time something goes on it's Ink and her team? Now she's got Jinx doing the same..' Mr. Henderson thought looking at tonight's damage bill. That was going to take a bit to fix.

But at least the leaders had fun tonight right?

[oraclememehacker]

“You are one of the ones who helped take away my precious Futaba you son of a bitch!” Wakaba, dressed head to toe in a black suit, covering half of her face with a mask, was staring over one of the members of Shido’s inner circle. Her eyes displayed a level of fury that could kill anyone on sight. She still held onto the grief, the rage, the fury that she felt when her child Futaba was killed. It was a means to keep her in her place, and to force her to give up her research to the cognitive world. Whilst she did do that or face getting killed herself, she realized then and there that she had to get back at Shido, and kill him. And everyone who took her daughter away from her.

She drew her knife out, ornate and decorated as she went behind the guy who she had tied up and was forced to sit on his hands and knees. He was begging, pleading for his life, apologizing for everything. He was trying to weasel and squirm his way out of this, saying it wasn’t something he wanted to help out with. It was all his boss. But she knew better. She knew that they all were more than excited to take care of her daughter to prove a point. 

Putting the knife up to his throat, she let him know that his time on this earth was about to end, by slowly moving the blade along his throat, giving a small cut along it, blood dripping out of the open wound. She had enough with this guys pleading. “You and all of Shido’s cronies will die, and nobody will ever be the wiser. I promise you that. You made my daughter’s life irrelevant, wiping her off the earth like she was nothing. And now I’m going to do the same to you!”

She made a point to point at a large container full of chemicals. It was more than large enough to fit a whole body in it. “See that there? Once I’m done killing you, I will put your body in that. And it will dissolve your body down to it’s base parts. Irrelevant you will become. Got that?” Putting a hand on his mouth, she muffled the screams as she slashed his throat open, and slashed it again just for the sake of thoroughness.

As she moved her hand away, she heard him let out the last pathetic gurgles and attempts to catch his breath before slumping down on the ground, blood pouring out as the life was drained from his body. She was sure his last thoughts were one of regret. As he deserved to think. Once she verified that all the life was gone from him, she started to strip the guy of his clothing, untying him and then dragging his body to the container, where she dumped his body into that and made sure it was sealed. His body would break down as she was cleaning up any and all evidence of what had taken place.

One more person, one closer to getting her revenge...