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boxwinebaddie · 4 months ago
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tfw u write A Silly Fake Song for Your Silly Fake Fanfic, but feel so intensely passionate abt it and it’s relevance to The Silly Fake Plot that you could go back to school..
— And Write An Entire College THESIS On It?!
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subeteaishite · 8 months ago
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🍎🦌 Ascensionsim 🍎🦌
Fandom: Hazbin Hotel
Pairing: Alastor/Lucifer
Rating: E, for explicit
Word Count: 3.6k
Summary:
Alastor revels in watching the King scramble for every crumb of attention he gives, and revels even more in the pain and heartbreak in Lucifer’s eyes each time he realizes the Radio Demon will never love him back.
Songfic for “Ascensionism” by Sleep Token
Notable Tags: NSFW, emotional manipulation, all hurt and no comfort, top!Alastor, bottom!Lucifer, heavy sadism and masochism, biting, blood drinking, blood as lube, wing-fingering, anal sex, scratching, mentions of cannibalism, and Alastor being a terrible person
Minors DNI
{Cross-posted on Ao3, show me some love there!}
Who made you like this?
Who encrypted your dark gospel in body language?
Moans permeated in the air, hanging heavy like the drunken haze that had overtaken the two bodies entangled on the luxurious, four-poster bed.
As a general rule, Alastor didn’t let anyone touch him, nor did he touch others if it could be avoided. The sensation of hands against his skin had always been laced with abuse, leaving his body haunted with the ghosts of pain well into his afterlife. Those specters played into his own motivations for touching others, a well-taught lesson in how to inflict that same abuse, but with far greater tact; how many people and demons alike had he killed with a feather-light caress of his lips or the back of his hand, the effortless movements the nectar that lured them into the maw of the pitcher plant? Mortal souls were so predictable. At their weakest, they always wanted the same thing: connection, affection, adoration. All things that Alastor never cared for, but was more than happy to exploit in others for his own personal gain or his own twisted enjoyment. There was nothing sweeter than watching that easily-fostered security wilt away into terror and regret, self-hatred for falling for the light of an anglerfish.
Even immortal souls shared the same vices, leading him to make such a rare exception to his own rule against touch. After all, the King of Hell was so downright vulnerable, it was delicious. Alastor was a simple sinner, with simple desires; desires to wound and rip into the flesh of anyone who dared to consider themselves superior to him, dared to be superior to him. Lucifer Morningstar was superior—he held a level of power, a command of sorcery, that Alastor knew he would never hope to achieve, and he hated the king for it. Resented him, tremendously. It wasn’t as though he kept that information a secret. He addressed Lucifer with outright hostility, seeking to undermine him at every turn, to flip the power dynamic of any interaction they engaged with to get the upper hand, to render him subordinate. Their encounters filled Alastor with a hunger, one that could only be sated by hunting the king as a predator would his prey, to corner him and taste that divine flesh for himself. It wasn’t as though Lucifer was oblivious to this; truthfully, he seemed to admire it, taking every opportunity to goad Alastor further, driving his appetite to spiral. It was almost like he was flirting, and Alastor was certainly the type to see an opportunity when it presented itself and use all manner of tools at his disposal to seize it.
Nobody better than the perfect enemy
Digital demons make the night feel heavenly
Lucifer knew better, yet here they were.
The sight below him was almost too much to bear as Alastor leaned up, cleaning the rose gold blood from his fingers with his tongue. The fallen angel was disheveled, to say the least; his golden hair tousled, his white blouse unbuttoned and bloodstained, his pants bunched up at the center of his thighs, just above his knees, underneath a cacophony of deep, oozing bite marks he’d left there. Alastor grazed his palm across his handiwork, digging a razor-sharp claw into one of the welts left by his fangs. Lucifer cried out in agony, but his face betrayed an opposite sentiment, glowing with ecstasy. He was a masochist, which paired far too well with the sadism all but written into Alastor’s genetic code. “More!” he whined, pleading with the sinner through half-lidded eyes. The deer happily obliged, twisting his wrist and exacerbating the incision, reveling in the way Lucifer’s body jerked, his hands grabbing onto Alastor’s fully-extended antlers for purchase, cheekbones illuminated by the faint, red glow of his eyes.
They only played in their purest demonic forms; it would be a pointless exercise otherwise. Their monstrous visages were the most accurate representations of who they really were, of the madness that lurked beneath the masks they tried so hard to maintain in mixed company. There was no need to keep up a pretense behind closed doors, not when they craved to indulge in the absolute worst of one another. Alastor pulled his finger from the wound, now made twice the size it had been previously, and smeared the blood across Lucifer’s lower lip. He leaned down to lap it up, his prey whimpering and inclining his head forward to make it a full-blown kiss; not that Alastor minded. It gave him the perfect opportunity to worry the man’s lip beneath his pointed teeth, drawing more of his sweet, practically addictive blood.
The Radio Demon’s hands whispered across Lucifer’s cock, the fallen angel twitching and gasping with each tiny caress. He was so sensitive when he was vulnerable like this, his stare betraying an emotion Alastor knew was there, but Lucifer would never speak into full form. It made him want to laugh as he thumbed at the slit, smearing precum across the head; to think, the King of Hell had fallen again, for someone so far below his status. How poetic, how predictable. It wasn’t the first time he’d fallen in love with a human soul. Alastor wrapped his hand around the shaft, laying each digit against the fevered skin one by one, so agonizingly slowly that Lucifer’s hips bucked with each moment of new contact. He tightened his grip, flicking his wrist as he languidly moved his hand up and down at the perfect speed to make the king begin to fall apart beneath his palms.
These trysts had become so common for the two of them in the past few months. From the second they laid eyes on one another in the hotel, they believed they saw past each other’s charade. Lucifer, pretending to be a caring father—like he hadn’t spent the seven years since his wife left him wallowing in self-pity, not giving his daughter the slightest ounce of his mental energy, only getting in touch with her to slake off his responsibilities. Alastor, pretending to be a well-intentioned, civil hotelier—when in reality, he was only around to manipulate Charlie and everyone in her vicinity for his own selfish gain, a monster who found his greatest joy in watching others suffer, particularly those tried endlessly to do the right thing, only to fail. Their mutual disgust and disdain for one another had become a game of preying on each other’s weaknesses; Alastor’s gluttonous need to relish in the agony and flesh of others, Lucifer’s need for physical contact and emotional intimacy. They each came to the table thinking they were going to win, but Alastor knew he was the only one equipped for victory.
Tell me you met me in past lives, past life, past what might be eating me from the inside darling…
Half algorithm, half deity; glitches in the code or gaps in a strange dream?
Humans and angels both were made in the same mold, made to be images of a God who knew nothing but love—a love that Lucifer had muddied with his fingerprints and a few sets of bite marks on an apple. If Alastor could fill a human with infatuation, make them go against their better instincts to follow him to their final resting place in a shrouded wood, a fallen angel would be just as simple to manipulate. After all, they were modeled after the same Creator; there couldn’t be too many differences. He knew, the moment he agreed to this arrangement with the king, that after months of these encounters, Lucifer would fall in love with him; and he did, just as Alastor had predicted. Oh, he loved being right. It was truly intoxicating, stringing along someone who was in love with him. Watching them come to the realization, over and over again, that those feelings would never be reciprocated, but unable to prevent themselves from desperately accepting any shred of attention Alastor gave them, was a high unlike no other—a sumptuous feast of agony that, every so often, slaked his need to consume, consume, consume flesh and bone alike.
Alastor dragged the sharp point of his index finger around the base of Lucifer’s cock, down across his perineum, down even further to circle against the tight ring of muscle there. The disgraced seraphim bucked his hips downward, almost far too eager to indulge in carnal sin. The Radio Demon laughed, enthralled by how such a simple action could make the king squirm, make his mind start to go blank with desperation, lust, unadulterated desire. What a thing to experience—Alastor wouldn’t know what that was like, and he knew he never would. He didn’t want to, lest he end up vulnerable and exposed, writhing beneath the hands of someone as poorly-intentioned as himself.
“Please, just put it in—“
“Shut up.” Alastor withdrew his fingers, shoving them in Lucifer’s mouth with enough depth and force to make him choke; Alastor adored the feeling of the king’s throat convulsing around him. He briefly fantasized about those being the final twitches of the angel’s life—but if they were, would he ever have so much fun again? There would be no one else for him to play with that met his criteria, no other prey that would leave him truly satisfied—no one strong enough, no one with a high enough social station, for this weakness to be enthralling instead of pathetic. “You know you won’t get a thing otherwise.” He pumped his fingers in and out of Lucifer’s mouth, pleased with the way submission reflected in Lucifer’s demonic red eyes. He continued with that until he was content with the former seraphim’s demeanor, dragging his fingers across the king’s formerly pristine skin, now marred by the deep lacerations he’d left there with his teeth.
Alastor’s hand continued its slow crawl downward, blood gathering around his fingers, until it found that ring again, circling twice before beginning to press his middle finger in—more abruptly than any sane person would, not caring a bit for Lucifer’s comfort; the fallen angel wouldn’t like it if he did. He was providing far more compassion than in past encounters. Blood wasn’t the most effective lubricant, but it was better than nothing, more than he felt Lucifer even deserved. Lucifer seemed to enjoy the abrupt, thoughtless intrusion anyway, bucking his hips like a wild bull just to make that finger go in deeper, thrust faster; Alastor stilled the king’s movements and tore a scream from his throat all at once by adding two more fingers without warning, giving Lucifer a brief taste of blissful pain.
“Fuck! That—“
Alastor rolled his eyes; he hated the sound of Lucifer’s voice when those pretty lips formed words. He curled his fingers, the pointed tips of his claws grazing against a small bundle of nerves that completely cut off anything the angel was trying to say. He glanced up at Lucifer’s face, pleased to see that the simple motion had made his eyes cloud over with mindless lust, dragging him deep into a submissive headspace. He knew from previous experience that the king wouldn’t be speaking much anymore, at least coherently or in full sentences. He repeated the movement again, letting the pads of his fingers do the work this time, each stroke making Lucifer’s needy whine jump a few notes higher; the sound of Lucifer falling even harder, promising Alastor the continued entertainment of heartbreak and misery.
Alastor removed his hand, smoothing it across the litany of bite marks decorating Lucifer’s skin, smearing ichor around like paint on a canvas. Oh, how he wanted to bite in to that slight musculature, to pull and cut through muscle and sinew, down to the bone. Taking Lucifer apart emotionally was just a means to an end, foreplay for the event he truly wished to indulge in—literally, physically tearing Lucifer apart. It would occur in time, though he wondered how many more of these meetings it would take; how deep in love would the father of lies have to fall before he willingly gave up his flesh? As the question bounced around, repetitively, in Alastor’s mind, he pressed the tip of his member against Lucifer’s entrance, giving him only the slightest warning of what was next before he forced himself inside; only halfway on the first thrust, but even that was enough to make Lucifer’s spine arch so high off the mattress that Alastor was surprised it wasn’t followed with the beautiful percussion of snapping bone. A second thrust, a third, a fourth; Alastor was finally enveloped in the tight, white-hot warmth of his favorite prey.
Alastor stayed still, the head of his cock applying a constant pressure to Lucifer’s sweet spot, reveling in how the king himself twitched and convulsed around his length. His inky, black hands reflexively clenched and unclenched the bedsheets in the futile hope of keeping himself from falling further into subspace, past the point of no return. Lucifer was restraining himself, and Alastor wasn’t going to have that. He needed the king to fall harder for him, to inflame the torturous agony of unrequited love, to encourage him to give Alastor everything—his body, his flesh and bone; he withdrew from Lucifer’s shaking form only to immediately slam himself back in at full force, with enough momentum to fucking bruise the angel’s prostate. Lucifer screamed, leaving Alastor giddy as he watched the final flickers of rebellion fade away from his ruby eyes, replaced by a dazed, hazy look of unadulterated submission.
Tears welled in the corners of Lucifer’s eyes as Alastor established a rhythm that was brutal, punishing even. With each snap of the Radio Demon’s hips, the king’s moans grew lower and lighter, more infrequent, the angel so overstimulated he was rendered practically mute, at least momentarily. Good. The further Lucifer’s mind fell into that liminal space, the further he would fall into those insipid feelings of love; the further he fell, the sooner Alastor would get to use his teeth to rend and tear, to make Lucifer suffer physically just as he suffered emotionally. He closed his hands around the king’s throat, craning his neck down to lick away the tears that had begun to track down his cheeks, salt and pleasure and sadness intermingled into one. “What a good boy you are for me, cher,” Alastor growled, his brows knit together as a result of his own pleasure, eyes half-lidded and watching Lucifer with equal parts hunger and nefarious intent. “So talented at debauchery, so willing to embrace sin—it was your finest creation.”
Lucifer’s eyes snapped open, leveling a stern glare at the demon hovering over him; the comment had clearly pissed him off, and he was able to maintain that fiery annoyance despite the way Alastor was able to make him see stars with every collision of his cock into his prostate. “It—ahhh, fuck—it wasn’t sin,” he argued. “Th-that’s what—oh, god, please—that’s what y-you shitty humans—ahhhh!—chose t-t-to do—“
“What’s the matter, can’t use your words?” Alastor goaded, like he was paying no attention at all to what Lucifer said. “That’s alright, you’re much cuter when you can’t speak.” The fallen angel looked slightly wounded at the comment, once again acknowledging how Alastor didn’t want to hear his voice, didn’t care in the slightest what he had to say. It must hurt—being in love with someone and knowing they prefered you when you were silent. Alastor pressed down harder on Lucifer’s throat, acutely aware of how the king’s pulse thrummed invitingly beneath his palm; he wanted to rip apart the thin flesh above his jugular and bathe in that sickeningly sweet ichor. He pulled out of Lucifer, the tip of his cock resting slightly against that ring of muscle, and commanded: “Flip over.”
The king was wholly obedient, immediately gathering his wits about him enough to do as Alastor ordered, rolling onto his stomach and bracing himself on his hands and knees—even though it was difficult, even though he was trembling so hard, he wondered if he’d be able to support his own body weight when Alastor chose to re-enter him. Lucifer gave Alastor a sultry look over his shoulder, but the sinner didn’t even notice; he was more transfixed by the six diagonal, narrow slits that ran down Lucifer’s spine at the center of his back, three on each side. Oh, how he wanted to dip his fingers into those crevices and pull, but he wouldn’t. Lucifer would have to beg for it, eventually; Alastor was damned and determined to drive him to that point. He ran a single, long finger between those openings, summoning a thin rivulet of blood. As he leaned down to lick up its length, he roughly slammed back into Lucifer and the angel howled.
The new position allowed him to fuck rougher, deeper, and Alastor could hear that Lucifer’s moans had turned into tearful sobs of ecstasy. Reaching forward, he grabbed a fistful of Lucifer’s hair, twisting harshly to keep his head at an awkward, uncomfortable angle, looking over his shoulder so Alastor could admire the mindless expression on his face. Alastor’s mouth watered, black drool dripping from the corner of his mouth as he watched the angel cry in rapture, wondering in the back of his mind if this was the same expression he would make as Alastor tore him limb from limb, savoring the taste and texture of his divine flesh. The thoughts alone sent the deer into a frenzy, his hips pistoning at twice the pace; Lucifer’s brain seemed to short-circuit and switch off behind his glowing red eyes, and he whimpered and moaned as he could think of nothing but the pleasure being given to him. Alastor could read the emotion behind his pupils, as he’d seen it multiple times before; love. If he wasn’t so preoccupied with driving himself to completion, or fantasizing about how orgasmic it would feel to finally consume the king below him, he would have cackled in sadistic glee.
The hand in Lucifer’s hair violently shoved his face into the mattress, while the claws of his free hand fingered the slits where Lucifer’s wings emerged. The former seraphim’s entire body spasmed around Alastor’s fingers, around his cock, tensing so tightly that Alastor feared he might lose himself posthaste. But he reigned himself in, if only to dive his fingers in and out of those small openings to make Lucifer cry out in an addictive mixture of pleasure and pain. “St-sto—“ Alastor dug one claw in deeper, and Lucifer’s word was cut off with a wail. He repeated the movement again and again, deducing by the way each of Lucifer’s whimpers grew higher in pitch that he was close—and Alastor didn’t even have to touch his cock to get him there this time.
“That’s it, cher,” Alastor purred, maintaining the tempo he’d set with his hips and his hands. “Lose yourself for me, Lucifer. Fall for me.”
Alastor’s urging was the straw that broke the camel’s back. Lucifer gripped the bedsheets so hard he tore them, just like his orgasm tore through him. The Radio Demon laughed this time, unable to suppress the humor he felt at seeing the King of Hell so vulnerable, so debauched, in absolute shambles beneath him. Lucifer had tightened impossibly further around him when he came, and it only took a few more fast, hard thrusts before Alastor reached his peak as well. Unlike Lucifer, though, he didn’t emit a single sound, retaining his composure even through the high of his orgasm; he didn’t want to be as affected as the man below him, he did want to show how truly in control he was, after all. The two stayed there, twined together, for a brief moment, until Alastor pulled out, watching with the slightest hint of pride as his seed dripped out of the fallen angel. It was as though he was claiming his territory, an indication that this man would be his next meal—if he ever finished toying with him.
The Radio Demon was quick to extricate himself from Lucifer. He snapped his fingers and his shadow came forth with a towel, allowing him to clean himself off well enough to start redressing in seconds. Alastor offered no such courtesy to his bedmate, who laid half-catatonic on his sheets for a few seconds before trying to right himself into a sitting position. The deer had already started pulling his jacket back on and re-straightening his tie when Lucifer asked, “Um…Alastor? Would you, ah, like to stay the night?”
Alastor laughed, the sound full of mockery and derision. “And be caught leaving the King’s palace in the morning? Mm, no, I think not.” He picked up his microphone with a flourish of his wrist, stealing a glance at himself in Lucifer’s dresser mirror. Despite everything that had just happened, he still looked impeccable, as though he hadn’t just spent the last two hours of his afterlife railing Lucifer into his mattress, fighting back his own primal urges to turn his fuckbuddy into dinner. All good things came to those who waited, after all.
Lucifer’s face fell, disappointed. “Oh, I…I see. Yeah, you’re probably right…” his voice was forlorn, clearly upset by Alastor’s unwillingness to stay. No one ever stayed, and that was an insecurity Alastor would be a fool not to play with; it made the times he did come around even more effective, breadcrumb by breadcrumb. “It would get people talking…”
“Splendid!” Alastor chirped. “You’re a smart man, I knew you’d see it my way!” His smile widened imperceptibly with joy and entertainment as he watched how Lucifer’s heart seemed to crack behind his piercing, red eyes. The fallen angel gave him a sad, desperate look as Alastor faded into the shadows, and he knew it wouldn’t be long until Lucifer gave him what he wanted—the last bargaining chip he had to make the Radio Demon stay.
So I’ll take what I want and leave.
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kittycatsheros9 · 1 year ago
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Ethan Landry x fem!reader
Word count: 845
Warnings: just fingering
Notes: okay I posted a work yesterday and literally took it down within a minute. I’m so picky 😂
You and Ethan had gone to a party. Venturing out instead of being cuddled up in a dorm. The two of you weren’t good with social settings. So your friends took it upon themselves to take the two of you to a party. Wanting you and Ethan to dance and get drunk. But that didn’t happen.
You had took Ethan to the bathroom with you. Claiming you “didn’t feel so good”. Which was a total lie. Once the both of you were in the bathroom, you kissed him. Then that led to a make out session. Which led you here.
“Can I do something?” Ethan whispered, too nervous if you said no. But you didn’t. You nodded. Letting him continue with his actions.
He allowed one hand to find your thigh. Spreading your legs wider. His eyes followed his hand. Seeing it as he reached higher up your thigh. Looking at the goosebumps arrive on your skin. He grinned, liking how he was the one making you feel good.
His hand palmed your clothed cunt. He looked up at you when you whined. Your whine urged him to keep on going. So he did. He let his middle and pointer finger skim over your covered cunt. Fingers moving from your hole to your clit. You leaned your body back. Back of your head touching the mirror. And moving your lower half closer to him. Needing him to do more than lightly touch you.
Ethan got the message and continued on. He circled your clit. Earning himself a whimper from you. He started off lightly rubbing your clit. Soon changing his speed. Going faster. And harder. So many moans escaped your mouth. But he halted his movements. And you pushed your upper body off the mirror. Your eyebrows furrowed. Not liking what he did. But you just saw him smirking.
“E what was that for?” You whispered to him, out of breath from his actions.
“You’re so needy, but I wanted to ask if I could finger you?” He asked you. Just wanting to make sure you wanted to do what he wanted to do. And you bobbed your head.
His hands found your skin again. One hand squeezing the plush skin on your thigh. The other moving back to your covered cunt. He pushed your panties down and off to the floor. Wanting to see you bare. He immediately looked down to your cunt. A breathy “fuck” left his mouth. You were already wet from his earlier actions.
He looked back up to your face. Seeing how you would react when he touched you bare. Letting on finger find your clit again. He rubbed it lightly. Your mouth ajar and breathy whines escaping. Letting his finger move down your slit to find your whole. You looked up at him with eyes heavy. Barley open. Just ready for him to stop teasing. He saw your face. Smirking at your state.
He slowly pushed his finger in. And started to pump in and out of you, slowly. He slightly bended down to capture your lips. Lips moving in sync. You bit his bottom lip. Earning a groan. He somewhat opened his mouth. So you slipped your tongue in his mouth. Feeling the warmth of him. Your tongues clashed against each other. Fighting for dominance. He moved his hand to wrap around your neck and squeezed. Making you back down from the sexual fight. Seconds later, you pushed at his stomach, letting him know you needed to breathe. He let go and slightly pulled back. Then giving your lips two soft pecks.
He pulled his finger out of you. But soon entering with two fingers. You moaned at the stretch. Already feeling a heat in your lower abdomen. You reached your arms around Ethan’s neck. Pulling his body closer. And tugging on his curly hair.
“E please please” You whimpered in his ear.
Your pleads made his thumb go to your clit. Still pumping his two fingers in and out of your cunt. You were so close. He put more pressure on your clit. Making your eyes shut. You reached your hands to enclose on his wrist.
You moaned loudly. Grinding onto his fingers. You felt yourself cumming. You leaned your head back in ecstasy. Soon seeing stars behind your closed eyes. Seconds later reopening your eyes. Your chest heaved up and down from your orgasm. You blushed when you realized Ethan had been staring at your face.
He slowly pulled his fingers out of you. You whimpered at the loss of him. Feeling empty without him. He took his fingers into his mouth. Looking you in the eyes while he sucked your juices off. You turned your head away from him. He made you feel all giddy doing that. But he reached his hand to the side of your face. Making you look at him. You looked up at him, while he looked down at you. Softly kissing your lips one last time. And of course he had to praise you.
“You did so good baby”.
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thecutestmonkeygirl · 1 year ago
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She was becoming more and more anxious as the seconds ticked by, at some point she even imagined getting up to sit by the fire but she wondered if that would be a bad idea if he did come in and didn’t instantly see her on the bed.
She didn’t have too long to contemplate her choices before another bright flash and boom of thunder. It wasn’t this that made her jump though, but the mass she swore she had seen on the balcony. Storms like this frightened her on some level. The loud sounds startled her and hurt her delicate ears and this storm had the added complication of snow. All this was enough to set her on edge and as she blinked at the mass it was gone and she quickly tried to tell herself she imagined it all.
Then in another flash, just as she was really feeling some panic as if she might leave the room, the doors flew open and she nearly screamed only nothing left her but a loud gasp. Her lover stood there and even the icy wind and snow sweeping in couldn’t distract her from him. Sasuga had never felt more sure that Echo was a true god than in that moment. His stature demanded worship and she was more than eager to give it though her breath was still locked away in her throat.
“E-Echo..” she finally breathed out in a tiny whisper even as she flinched at the sound of electricity arching off his skin. He said nothing, only looked at her the same way she was letting her eyes roam over him. He shut the doors firmly behind him and started his long strides over to her. She leaned back and inhaled sharply, wondering briefly if he really would devour her whole, but as he finally touched her with his cold fingers, it was delicate and she relaxed a touch.
Sasuga twitched at the small shock that his fingers sent through her and as his eyes found her own she whispered out to him again. “Ec-“ but his lips crashed into hers with a deep need. She moaned heavily into his kiss, her arms trapped by the bindings but she still tried to reach up to cup his face. The sound of ripping pulled at her ears. First it was his pants but a beat later it was her ruffled undergarments being pulled from her skin. He entered her quickly causing her to dramatically arch for him. She let out a sharp gasp as he nipped her lip, drawing blood there. She could taste it, just barely, but she had no time to react as his body jumped into action. His hips had her crying out loudly as he tore at his clothes, ripped her beautiful bodice in half and left them both in shreds that barely covered anything, not that either of them wanting to be covered just then.
She was already starting to pant, her chest heaving as he worked her body until she caught him looking toward her neck with a familiar hungry gaze. He didn’t even bother removing the bow as she craned her neck for him, offering it up like she was the rest of her form. Sasuga wasn’t prepared for how differently his bite felt compared to her mate’s she let out something close to a startled and somewhat strangled scream but the sharp pain was over in less than a second. Later she could think back on this and imagine this was the sensation all those vampire romance novels wrote about but for this very moment she was lost in it. Lost in him.
Blood and Moonlight
Sasuga woke in what was at first an unfamiliar area but as she blinked fully awake she realized it was their closet that Coyote had decorated for them. She smiled and took a careful kiss from her mate who was still sound asleep next to her. It really had been an amazing night with the family and then with her husband. As she slipped from his arms, she took a moment to look at her reflection in the mirror, her fingers dancing over the fresh marks on her neck and hips. She couldn't have asked for anything more from the night and it was with some reluctance that she dressed. She picked out a pair of warm leggings and a short little skirt to pull over them with some knee high boots and a thick sweater. She slipped from the closet and moved to the bathroom to comb her hair and brush her teeth and get ready for the big day ahead. She gave a stretch and headed downstairs only to find a familiar face waiting for her. "Raphael..." she smiled and moved to greet him with a hug. "I see you are still alive." she smirked. "Want some tea? Coffee?"
@banditcoyote
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bluefirewrites · 3 years ago
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‘A Flowery Back-And-Forth’- Juke Florist!AU
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Juke AU where Julie’s mom had owned the Petal Pushers Floral Company, now run by her Tía Victoria and she helps by delivering orders on her bike. 
Another riff from the Triad Chat Vault. Happy JATP Appreciation Month!
"Alright, I'm on it, Willie!" Julie calls out, slipping the arrangement in her basket, foot primed to pedal-
"Wait!" Willie sidles up to her with a conspiratorial smirk, "Can you do me a teensy weensy favor?"
Her eyes shut, already groaning, "No, no. Willie, no-"
The skater sticks out his bottom lip, pouting, "Please? I'm willing to pay for the 'Julie Molina Special'"
Julie points to the sign hanging in the Petal Pushers shop, "Do you see a 'Julie Molina Special’ or arrangement up there?"
Willie presents her a wad of cash.
She eyes it warily, "You're shelling out so much for this, aren't you?"
"It's Alex," he says, eyes twinkling, "He deserves the best," he elbows her playfully, "Right?"
Shit. Romance isn't dead after all.
And Julie does need the money.
"Okay, fine," she pockets the cash and mounts her bike "One 'Julie Molina' delivery special coming up."
"Yes!" he hugs her from behind, careful not to squash the flowers, "Thank you. He'll appreciate it for sure."
"I'm doing this for you," she rings the bell and starts rolling down the street, "And you better properly introduce me to your boyfriend next time!"
"Here you go, courtesy of your boyfriend,"
"Will do!"
Julie bikes over to the address, not too far from her house. 
“He’s in band practice right now, so take the flowers there,” Willie had told her. 
She could already hear the music flowing from the garage as she pulls up and parks her bike. Carefully scooping up the bouquet, she knocks on the double doors. 
It takes a moment for anyone inside to notice the knocking due to the loud music (which is pretty good from what Julie has heard so far. And she doesn’t really listen to much music anymore). 
The guitars and drums are put to a halt. Then a voice calls out. 
“Who is it?” 
“It’s Petal Pushers Floral Company. I have a delivery for an ‘Alex Mercer’?” 
“Cool. Come on in.” 
Heeding instruction, she pushes the doors open and walks inside. She spots Alex immediately, by the drums. The blonde raises his hand and Julie comes forward with the large bouquet Willie ordered for him.
"Um..." Julie e starts, rubbing her hands together nervously, "There's more."
"Thanks!" Alex blushes, admiring the rainbow of flowers collected.
“And the card,” 
Alex quickly swipes the card, eyeing his bandmates in case either of them would dare to steal it and read it outloud. He reads the note to himself and he blushes even more. 
“Happy One Month, Hot Dog,” he recites an excerpt for everyone, to which they all go ‘aww’. Then Alex nods at her, “And you’re Julie, right? Willie tells me all about you. Thanks for coming by.” 
“Really no problem. Just doing my job. As a delivery girl and his friend.” 
Speaking of friend duties...
Then she looks around the room and shrinks in on herself seeing that she does have an audience, one that she recognizes. 
There’s Reggie from her Home Ec class and the other boy, Luke, she thinks, the one she always spots with a guitar case in his hands.
"Um..." she starts, rubbing her hands together nervously, "There's more."
"Oh," Alex says, surprised, "Really?"
"Yeah..."
"I don't know what it is that makes me love you so...I only know I never want to let you go...'" she sings, snapping to the beat, trying hard not to look at anyone else but Alex.
I'm so gonna kill Willie for this...
She clears her throat. And goes for it. 
"'Cause you started something, can't you see...That ever since we met you've had a hold on me...”" she starts moving around the space, spinning and dancing like an old-timey singing-gram.
Coming back around, she catches eyes with Luke, and she immediately averts her eyes, turning red.
No, Julie... just keep singing. This would all be over soon. So you won't have to keep embarrassing yourself in front of cute boys...
“It happens to be true.... I only want to be with you!" she finishes on own knee, with jazz hands.
She's met with a round of applause as she stands up, feeling awkward.
"Wow!" Reggie claps, "Your boyfriend got you flowers and a pretty girl to sing you a song."
"That was great," Alex beams at her, "You're really good!"
She blushes, waving off the compliments, "Not really a thing we do at the shop, but Willie insisted."
"What a shame," Luke finally pipes up, his eyes never having left her ever since she walked in, "I bet a lot of people will buy flowers... if they're being delivered like that."
Julie swears she's glowing red like Rudolph at this point, with the way he stares. 
Julie walks her bike up to the garage, finding only Luke there playing away on his guitar.
"Thanks..." she mutters shyly, rushing out the door and towards her bike, “Have a good one guys. And you sounded great by the way.” 
“We’re Sunset Curve,” Luke shouts after her. 
“Tell your friends!” Reggie follows up. 
Julie politely waves at them and bikes away, all too keen to continue on with her route and try to put this whole embarrassing moment behind her. 
If only Luke Patterson was planning to do the same. 
Ever since she made the delivery, the guy would try to flag her attention at school. With a ‘Hey Flower Girl’ and striking up conversation, which throws her off balance. 
She tries not to associate with people in the music program as often, not since she left due to... personal reasons. (Flynn is a notable exception)
Julie would be friendly, to Alex and Reggie to an extent as well, (to Alex especially since he is Willie’s boyfriend), but she’s just trying to get by with her busy schedule of school and her job at the flower shop. 
She goes to work after school two weeks later and makes her rounds with the deliveries Tía sends her on. Tía only gives her the remaining orders that the trucks couldn’t take, last minute ones that are within riding distance.
(Julie can’t wait until she’s able to get her license and really make a contribution to her family’s business). 
She’s just about to call it a night when Tía surprises her with one last minute arrangement. A call made while she was out. 
It’s about 6 at this point, getting darker and so she packages the bundle of peonies quickly, puts it in her basket and looks at the address. She rolls her eyes when she reads where it’s going and who it’s for. 
She knocks against the door, bearing the small bouquet of peonies, "Ahem?"
It startles the boy and he fumbles with his instrument. He looks up to find her standing there and grins. Soon, the guitar is off his person and he's meeting her at the door.
"Hey," he greets.
"Hi," she smiles, although confused, "Delivery for 'Luke Patterson'?"
The boy glances around the empty space before feigning realization, "Oh! That must be me!"
"Looks like," Julie couldn't help but giggle. She gives him the flowers, their hands making brief contact during the exchange. 
"You like peonies?" Luke sniffs the flowers, playing with the paper wrap.
She pulls back, clearing her throat. She wants to ask that question at the forefront of her mind, but she really shouldn’t assume anything about their customers. But she couldn’t help but wonder who the flowers are for. 
So she just settles for: "Nice arrangement.”
"They're pretty, yeah,"
He tilts his head, "But are they your favorite?"
Julie purses her lips, "Nope. Not really."
"I swear you give me a peonies kinda vibes,"
"That's a thing?"
Setting down the flowers onto the table, Luke nods, "Oh yeah. Don't you try and guess what kind of flowers people would buy when they come in?"
"Sometimes,"
"But still," he pinches a peony from the bunch and offers it to her and Julie's breath hitches.
"For you,"
She crosses her arms, despite the butterflies. Instead of accepting it, she raises an eyebrow at him.
"I'm not one to take a customer's flowers,"
He shrugs, "Consider it a tip?"
"Why? ‘Cuz you don't have any money?" she jests, making her way down the driveway.
"C'mon, Julie," he calls from the open garage, "Here." he holds out the flower again.
Rolling her eyes, she mounts her bike, "I'm not a peony-kind of girl, remember!"
"I'll figure out what kind of girl you are," he says, almost like a promise.
"Good luck with that!" she shouts back, racing down the driveway and onto the street.
The last thing she sees is him grinning like an idiot in the doorway, tossing aside the peony, and watching her ride off into the evening.
Little does she know that this is only the start of their little flowery back-and-forth...
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descendantofthesparrow · 3 years ago
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Soccer ball to the face and im yours - Harry Hook x Male!Reader - Oneshot
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inspired by this really cute modern LOZ animation 
Harry Hook Instagram page used in the MB created by allexsummers who i think is no longer on tumblr so imma just link to the page i found it from Here
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Harry was sitting on a beach near the Auradon prep soccer field, flipping through his science notebook with a lollipop hanging out of his mouth. In the distance, the Auradon prep soccer team was practicing for the weekend game.
Harry took out the candy from his mouth and popped open his water bottle, bringing it to his lips when something caught his attention. He squeaked a bit as multiple players yelled in alarm as a soccer ball came flying at his face. Harry braced for impact but it never came.
“wha’?” Harry breathed out in shock, opening his eyes to see a hand resting in front of his face, tensed up from blocking the ball.
“Watch where you’re kicking Siden!!!” the teen yelled, he looked to be around Harry’s age, a glare set on his face as he looked at his teammates. Siden, the one who had kicked the ball at Harry by accident, looked sheepish as he sent an apologetic look to Harry. The teen who had saved Harry’s face sighed and looked at Harry, tilting his head “are you okay?”
Harry just numbly nodded, lost in the teen’s sparkling (e/c) eyes. “uh-aye, um-thanks” Harry sputtered out, the teen gave Harry a small smile and nodded, walking down the small hill to reach the field and scolded his teammate again.
Harry continued to stare after the teen, who after a few seething words with Siden, looked back at Harry curiously, Harry felt his face heat up and hid behind his notebook to hide his red cheeks. Siden laughed gently and patted the teen's back, who re-adjusted his bag and walked over to the locker building to get changed into his soccer gear.
Harry watched the teen until he disappeared behind the metal door. He averted his eyes as he saw some of the teen's teammates smirking at him. He grabbed his stuff and rushed back towards the school; he had a class to get to.
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Harry was in home ec, a class that was mostly full of vks who needed to learn how to take care of themselves properly (with the exception of some Auradon kids who wanted to do things on their own), hands deep into a pile of bread dough that clung to the surface and his hands.
He glanced up, his cheeks heating up again as he looked at the soccer field, the teen that had saved his face earlier panting with a smile on his face. The teen wiped his face of sweat with the collar of his shirt, revealing his abs. Harry stared wide-eyed and slack-jawed, yelping as a sudden influx of flour blew into his face.
“ah shit Harry” Ben cursed, setting down the bag of flour he had been holding and reaching out to help get the white substance off Harry’s jacket as Harry shook his head wildly, flour flying everywhere as it flew off his hair and face “sorry, I tripped” Harry grumbled a bit, pouting at Ben as the king smiled sheepishly at him.
“yer fine beasty” Harry sighed finally, clapping his hands together to get rid of the excess flour “my dough needed flour anyway, don’ think meh face did though” Ben laughed at that, grinning at his pirate friend.
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You stared at the flour-covered Harry; your cheeks warm as you watched him laugh with King Ben. Harry had always caught your interest, with those sparkling ocean blue eyes and fluffy black hair that always tempted you to run your fingers through its curls. “(y/n) heads up!” your attention was suddenly ripped away from Harry as a soccer ball slammed into your face and you fell to the ground, laying limp for a few moments as your friends raced up to you, all asking if you were okay. You held your thumb up, and Siden sighed in relief, telling Revin to get the med-kit.
About an hour later, you sat on the sidelines with your phone in hand, holding a cold pack to your cheek as you scrolled through Instaroyal (Instagram but make it Auradon). You rolled your eyes at the picture on Siden’s insta of you on the ground holding your hand on your face, the boys grinning at the camera like the dumbasses they were.
You blinked as you suddenly scrolled onto King Bens insta, a picture of him, Harry, Gil, Mal, and Carlos in home ec. All making some sort of dough with the caption ‘we learning how to adult out here B)’ you snorted at that, he had the dorkiest captions. You tapped on the picture, biting your lip as you tapped on Harry @.
_HarryHook#1
-Never learned how to count cuz im # 1-
You laughed gently at his page caption, scrolling through his pictures for a moment, multiple with his two pirate friends, Uma and Gil, a couple with his sisters, and a few with King ben and the two original vks boys, Jay and Carlos.
You yelped as someone plopped next to you, scaring you enough to lose your grip on your phone. You caught it before it hit the grass and glared at Leon, who just laughed and patted your head “whatcha staring at? you’ve been red face at your phone for several minutes. …oh is it a girl~?” Leon purred, trying to get a look at your phone but you just pushed him away with your foot and angled the screen away “ooor~ is it a guy? come on you can tell me-“ Leon yelped as you gently kicked his face and he fell onto his back, laughing all the while “Rude! Okay okay, I’ll leave you be~”
Leon stood and walked away, heading over to the rest of the team. You sighed and looked back down at your phone, freezing as you noticed something amiss.
You had accidentally hit the ‘send friend request’ button on Harry’s insta “oh shit oh shit” you panicked, you didn’t want to undo it just in case he already saw and thought you didn’t like him or something?! But you froze again as the request was approved and the chat bubble appeared next to the ‘following’ button.
Harry had….accepted your friend request? Holy shit
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Harry stared down at his phone with flushed cheeks, looking at the insta page that contained many pictures of you and your friends or family, the most recent one taken by someone holding your phone as you worked out, your muscles on full display which sent butterflies through Harry's body.
“So (y/n) is yer name, eh?” Harry muttered to himself, leaning on his desk as he turned his phone to lay screen first on the wood, cheeks heating up even further as he remembered the fluttery feeling of getting the friend request from you.
He picked up his phone again, unknowing you were doing the same as the two of you stared at the chat bubble icon. You pressed it at the same time and you were the first to “talk”.
-Yo
You waited with bated breath as the message sent through, and then smiled as it read ‘seen’
-hi.
Harry sent back, and you grinned even wider, burying your face in your hands as Harry started to type again.
-end-
okay im lowkey really proud of this its so cute and aishduashduahsd yeah, probably only my 2nd time writing a male reader? hope i did good, anyway~!
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boxwinebaddie · 4 months ago
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hey team! lead teaching kindergarten today and had to spend my week doing prep work so i apologize for the slowness! in the meantime, feel free to ask me anything you want in the box! i also have recently been trying to develop some of the other ncu aus so if you have any curiosities surrounding those, i would love an ask! otherwise as always we are ravesey/rmhq so send me anything you like about them ( i got weirdly hyperfixated on ec(lips)e as a song and mv concept for some reason the same way i did w/ late nite bite for a while ) or just say hi to me! asks are open, dms are open! ily and hyh!
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bonmotx · 3 years ago
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slice open and sew back.
It’s a truly a place from hell. Her bones ache. The weary last piece of twilight falls upon her. The world is cold, achingly cold.
Pierced.
Thrust into.
Like a posed doll.
The fragmented shards of computers contort around her. Everything is ruined, yet this time frigid instead of burning. It’s a horrible dejavu. (Will I see you on the other side this time, director? I deserve it. I deserve it.) The floor is frozen. She tries to move herself, but just the effort rips her skin, an aborted wail that never escapes. There’s a frozen layer over her eyelids, and the flutter of her eyes beneath pulls on crystallized eyelashes.
It hurts.
Everything is so cold.
There’s no way to scream. 
Frost seals her mouth shut. 
A numb and heavy tongue tries to push it open, but it won’t budge. It hurts. She can’t move, she can’t see. Her stomach rolls over. She can’t even twitch her fingertips. How can she move? It’s like she’s dangling. A breeze passes frigid air over her limbs.
If she could scream, she could cast a spell. She could cry for help. Tears freeze as they bubble out past her clenched shut eyes. It’s a level of helpless fear not even animalistic. She needs to scream. 
She needs to scream.
Teeth plunge into her lip. They rip the way a feral dog does a carcass, as the iron fills her mouth. Her throat and chest gag on the taste. She can’t- she can’t, but she can’t stop. It’s not enough. It fills up her mouth but it cools, it cools so fast, but a bit of melted ice drips down her chin and she bites again, laps desperately at the wounds even as she cries more.
It hurts.
She needs to scream. Her tongue pushes at the ice blocking her mouth. It needs to stop, it needs to stop- the blood starts to thicken up in her mouth, and she can’t handle the sensation of it sliding across her tongue, as she can’t breathe, can’t scream, can’t even spit it out-
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can you hear me, a voice whispers, like an angel, angelica, like a devil, uprooted from the tree east of eden, pandora’s box, black box, black box, black barrel, black moon face of the far side eclipsing the sun black moon archived on the moon phantasms new moons mare melum, mare melum, mare me can you hear me? can you? and yes, yes, there is a sound, blood dripping down a chin, a sound like cicadas that drone and drone, a raw feeling, yes, i can hear you,
do you want to die? it asks with numbers and zeroes, pleading, desperate, pained, like swallowing boiling water, fingers bleached, and yes, yes, blood thick as honey clots and tightens her throat, thick, thick and gumming up the works like a wedge, like flesh is webbing together, every breath through strands and strings,
you want to die, but cry for help, it replies, casts back, weaves through her, tracing eyelids and screams and bites, something bites, a wet trickle, something screams, something screams, something screams, it wails, something thrust inside of her, burning, searing, flashing,
it hurts she chokes she twitches a dead rabbit in a cage giving out jerks and shrieks something that dies that dies that it hurts dies at the end of the story the bird that was strangled by rapunzels hair the shrieking canary in a golden cage thrust into the mine shot to the moon that stops chirping yet is shaken about to make another song i want it to stop hurting and the world pulses through her, something smells like rot and flowers spider webs red mourning flowers and sakura petals and violet in lavender and amarylis and red, thats all i want, red blood, red petals, red skin, innocent white stained with red, red, red, red, a cage of red and a pounding head that screams and aches and something that burns, burns, burns, like the molten core of the earth like the pulsating twitching heart of the rabbit not yet dead 
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i dont want to die i want it to stop hurting dont you understand dont you dont you and the metal stops singing in ones and zeroes and goes silent, still, and finally something stops hurting, cheek frozen, a frozen scream, blood thick and staining and frozen,
i dont understand, it reaches back with less force, less force, something gentle instead of forceful yet it still aches and burns away at her body, eyes vacant yet not seeing. I don’t understand, but
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“I do, kid.” Something finally thaws it away. Yua gasps, a body that cannot even feel pain anymore, but a cold hand rests, then warms, metal upon metal- no, no, it’s skin, she has skin, but something is metal-
A grasp is taken. She is lifted. Something rests on her cheek, and she whimpers at the touch to raw skin.
“Sorry. This is gonna hurt, looks like.”
Something burns, bones cracking and skin sewing itself together and she screams, but something gently passes over her head, like comforting a dying animal-
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“You will not die.” It is a voice that is confident, somehow. Another one. Confident of something like that, somehow, when just a few minutes ago there was nothing on her mind but death.. The burn turns to ache turns to warmth, warmth against the frozen air. Yua gasps, the injured animal returning to sentient thought, beyond the animalistic pain, as a faint shame seeps in- she was better than that, than those thoughts, but-
The room fills with light. Ah. Ah... it’s funny. It feels like being embraced by stone...
“Rest, child.” Her head shifts. Something burns. Another hand rests on her head. Two voices. The second, deeper, rougher. The quiver and twitch of her rabbit-like heart beats against her ribcage like a rabbit. Who- “Sleep. You will be watched over.”
“No, not yet. Don’t be fucking stupid. Contract first.” Her limp body is handed over. An odd, feathery softness brushes against her cheek, warmth flooding around her. Something is perched in her grasp, arms moved around it, holding onto it. Someone, the deeper voice, makes a noise. Yua’s body is placed somewhere- there’s the sound of something like glass and plastic crunching under a boot- something heavy rests in her lap-
“Open your eyes.”
Blearily, Yua realizes they were closed. Ah. What was frozen shut blinks open. When did they melt? When did her chapped lips heal of their wounds?
A blonde person kneels before her. Somehow, she looks like the statue of an angel. A dark blur emerges from the corner, another person. Hah... but this one has wings. Ahah, they look related... how funny...
The dark blur speaks, first. Finally, her gaze fixes on the fact that his hand still rests on her face, now on her forehead, as if checking her temperature.
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“You. You wanted to die, and everything left here responded to that desire. But you’re still alive. So- are you my Master?”
Numbly, she nods. Something, somewhere on her exhausted body, burns and aches.
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“Human of the planet’s bleached texture. Can you still live? Can you carry on the desire to survive, rather than perish? Can you be a Master?”
Numbly, she nods. What other choice is there, if people are going to keep her alive, instead of...
“Good. Then all is accounted for.”
...then everything is okay...? But... something rips apart her throat. An aching realization. Budding out from the pain. 
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“I... I... I don’t... I don’t wanna die...” Two tragedies too many. The witness to both. A broken body. The survivor that was designated, yet never deserved it. It isn’t an immediate change. It is a momentary realization. It will have to be strengthened to last, she’ll regret this, too, come the next day if there is one, and yet-
 The man’s face softens.
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“Deal with that later. Go to sleep.” What a joke. Her numb body wants to laugh, but can only stare forward. Even a blink is too much exertion. The statue of a woman stands. A wave of exhaustion floods her. Hah. How silly. Just by being given permission...
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“Keep Avalon beside her, abyssal insect. I will...” But the words go unheard.
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With a whole body surrender, her consciousness slips away under the simple warmth that surrounds her.
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Roger’s Story: Planet Nemesis
This is a REALLY, REALLY, REAAAALLY Long story with lots of Time jumps
A young female lizard-like being stood staring out of her bedroom window, looking outside, viewing her kingdom. She wore a long purple dress, she had peach scales and, had a large bump on her stomach and had a crown on her head. She lightly rubs her belly “Not much longer now, my dear son.” she said with a smile as she thought about meeting her new born son.
She had been with her husband King Dayne for about 4 years at this point and were finally ready to start a family together. Though she was mainly doing this alone.
She let out a soft sigh as she thought about her husband and how he had been rather busy over the last few weeks but she knew he had to do his duty.
She was on bedrest from now on by recommendation from their Doctor to which they had both agreed, being King and Queen of this planet could be stressful at times and the last thing they needed was putting their unborn son at risk.
Just then there was a knock at the door, she turned her head “Come in.” she called out in a soft voice. The door opened revealing a grey lizard wearing an old fashioned butler outfit. He bows slightly “Good afternoon, your highness.” he said before stepping into the room.
The queen smiled a little as she walked over to the lizard “Hello, Artemis.” she said as she hugged the other
Artemis smiled a little as he returned the hug “How are you feeling, Crystal?” he asked.
"I’m doing well though the little one is very active today. Lot’s of kicking.” Crystal said with a small chuckle “He’s going to be a very energetic child.”
"I’m glad you’re doing well.” Artemis said as he continued to smile
“I’m glad you remembered to call me by my name when it’s just you and, I.” Crystal teased a little “You’ve been my dear friend for four years, Art.”
“I could never get used to it at first.” Artemis chuckled a little before Crystal held her stomach “Are you alright?” he asked, a concerned look on his face
“He’s kicking again.” Crystal smiled "Want to feel?” she asked to which Artemis nodded before gently placing his hand on Crystal’s stomach feeling her unborn son kick “Ooh that was a strong kick.” Artemis smiled “He’s gonna be a troublemaker, like his mother~” he teased.
Crystal chuckled lightly “Hey, I was not used to being a queen yet. I had to get used to going from rebel to Royalty” she smirked
“Has that changed~?” Artemis joked
“Ooh your words wound me.” Crystal said as he acted as if she was wounded before sitting down on a nearby chair “I’m glad you’re my friend, Artemis...you’ve been someone that I can truly rely on.”
“I’m glad that you can consider me a friend, Crystal....” Artemis said with a smile as he sat on the bed. There was a few moments of silence before Crystal asked “Have you seen Dayne today?”
Artemis rubbed the back of his neck “Only briefly, he was heading out to check on how construction for that new school was coming along.” he replied “Still as busy as ever.”
Crystal chuckled “of course. I do miss him when he isn’t around but that’s the lives we lead.” she looked at Artemis “And....how did your date with Nathan go?”
Artemis blushed lightly “W-Well....um...it was great. I’m grateful you gave me the night off to spend time with him.”
"I’m so glad it went great for you two. You’ve had a thing for him for months now, wasn’t sure if you’d ever manage to get the courage to talk to him.” Crystal teased, smiling.
The two spent a few hours just talking, Artemis would make sure Crystal was alright if she suddenly felt sick. Eventually she got changed into her pyjamas then got comfy in her bed as Artemis drew the curtains then left a bottle of water for her before leaving.
At some point a muscular lizard that’s scales were a very dark green with a crown atop his head came into the room, he was wearing a rather old fashioned king’s outfit but it had some symbols on it that were unique to the planet. One of which being the ‘Family crest’ that had a lizard with twin swords on it. (X)
Crystal had fallen asleep by this point so she didn’t hear her husband come over to the bed. He removes his clothes carefully then puts on his on his own pyjamas then climbs into bed next to her and kisses her cheek gently.
Crystal yawns a little before opening her eyes “Hello, handsome.” she said with a soft smile
“Hello, my beloved.....I’m sorry I was gone all day.” Dayne said as he took her hand “I tried finishing everything as fast as possible.....”
“Sssh I know, my love....more things happened as the day progressed....it’s alright.” Crystal smiled as she carefully rolled onto her back, she looked over at where Dayne’s clothes were then smirked “That outfit still looks ridiculous on you.”
Dayne couldn’t help but chuckle “I know, I know. It was what my father wore when he ruled unfortunately. It’s always gonna have an old fashioned look. I know it’d be easier to go for a modern look but...this honestly helps me feel closer to them.”  Dayne smiled a little
Crystal smiled before letting out a small groan “Oof the little one’s at it again.”
Dayne smiled a little as he places his hand on Crystal’s pregnant belly “He’s gonna be a strong energetic child.” he chuckled before looking at Crystal “Y’know we’ve gone through a lot of names for our son....and none have really clicked for us....but I’ve been thinking and...well how about we name him Roger, after your Grandfather?”
Crystal couldn’t help but smile a little “Little Roger....I love it.” she leaned up and kisses Dayne on the lips gently “What made you decide that?”
“Been thinking about those that are no longer around and....whilst your Father and, I never got along greatly, your Grandfather was....incredible. He was always supportive but could be firm to myself and your father. I like to think it’s because of him our relationship did improve a lot more than it had been.” Dayne explained as he lightly rubbed her belly.
The two spoke for a couple of minutes before finally settling down for the night. Dayne looked over at the Clock/Calendar on the wall near their bed. The date read December 13th 2000, in a few days or so their little boy was due and he couldn’t wait to meet him.
A few days pass, King Dayne kept himself busy with work until one late evening, Crystal’s waters broke so he and, Artemis rushed her to the hospital. Everyone was nervous as hell, almost forgetting her overnight bag in the rush to get her to the hospital.
Hours passed, Artemis was sat in the waiting room, tapping his foot trying to calm his nerves. He looked around a little, he was sat with some of Crystal’s family like her younger sister, older brother, her father and, mother. And on the other side was Dayne’s family which consisted of his mother and, his Uncles. Dayne was the only child of the previous King and, Queen.
Artemis looked up at the clock. They had come into the hospital around midnight and it was now almost 5:30 AM. He was hoping everything was going alright for them though he knew it could take a long time.
Eventually the doors to Crystal’s room opens, King Dayne steps out the colour was drained from his face so that did worry the family but he smiled widely “He’s perfect.....Little Roger’s here and he’s perfectly healthy.”
The group let out a sigh of relief and started talking amongst themselves for a few moments before each of them got up and congratulated Dayne on becoming a father
Artemis smiled as he and Dayne shook hands “How’s the Queen doing?”
"She’s sound asleep, she’s tired but doing well. Roger’s sleeping nearby....god I can’t believe it, I’m a father.” Dayne said with a grin. One of Dayne’s Uncles came over and coaxed Dayne into coming outside to get some fresh air and a cup of coffee from the Canteen.
The pair were soon stood outside with a cup of coffee in their hands, drinking it silently before the Uncle spoke in their planet’s native tongue “E ys kmyt dryd ouin cuh fyc punh cyvamo, tayn habraf. Pid E ruba dryd oui yna nayto vun dra tyo dryd ra femm ujandrnuf oui. E ghuf dryd oui ahzuo paehk y gehk pid, mega oui tet fedr ouin vydran, ra femm ujan drnuf oui. Ouin vydran fyc y fayg gehk, tu hud syga dra cysa secdygac yc res. Syga cina dryd lremt ghufc fru ec eh lrynka vnus dra pakehhehk..”  [Translation from Al Bhed to English: “I am glad that your son was born safely, dear nephew. But I hope that you are ready for the day that he will overthrow you. I know that you enjoy being a king but, like you did with your father, he will over throw you. Your father was a weak king, do not make the same mistakes as him. Make sure that child knows who is in charge from the beginning.”
Dayne lightly squeezed his cup, what Crystal hadn’t known about her husband was he did indeed have a dark side. The Previous king, his father, had become...weak in the eyes of his Uncles...and mother...so King Dayne killed his father to take over. His mother stepped down as Queen and Dayne ruled for a few years and was rather vicious until he met Crystal which had softened him as soon as they began to date, he was much kinder now which pissed off his Uncles and Mother, to them they were more powerful and better than EVERYONE, Crystal included but they decided to leave them be for now, that is.
Dayne looks at his Uncle as he gets into his face “My father....was weak, I took care of that....but I won’t harm my child. If you attempt to harm him yourself, I will make sure to end you and leave your head on a spike.” he said with venom in his voice.
His Uncle shook his head as he walked off heading for his home “He’ll be stronger than you, Dayne more powerful....just you watch.” he said before Dayne headed back inside to see his wife and newborn son.
Crystal was still asleep when Dayne returned so he walked over to the small bed where Roger was and smiled softly as he looked down at the tiny lizard sleeping soundly, a small toy in his hands. He saw Crystal’s mother was holding this earlier “Must’ve given this to the nurse...” he thought to himself before he lightly stroked Roger’s cheek “...my sweet boy....I...I promise I won’t let them harm you....” he whispered.
Over the next year things had progressed rather well with Roger and, Crystal. Roger was born December 17th so he got to see his first Christmas tree just a few days later, he even saw snow for the first time. Which was something that everyone was still getting used to.
It was something Queen Crystal had said she had heard of and always wanted to see after hearing so many stories from her family whom had visited their original home, the Monster World, long before Crystal was born so when she got married to Dayne, he took it upon himself to find out more about snow so he could give her the experience she had always wanted.
So, using the planet’s weather machine, King Dayne gave their planet snow for the first time ever. They had never used the weather machine for anything other than hot weather or fall weather, never cold weather. It was a big shock to their kingdom but eventually people came to appreciate the nice change of scenery
Crystal was so happy that she was able to give her son his first ever Christmas. They had a nice family dinner and gave each other gifts. Things couldn’t be more perfect in Crystal’s eyes.
That is until the following year, Roger had woke up crying loudly after having a bad dream. What was scary to many in the castle was the building shook the longer Roger cried.
Crystal picked her son up and began gently rocking him back and forth, trying her best to calm him down. King Dayne rushed into the room, worried for his family’s safety due to the building shaking.
But as soon as Crystal got Roger to calm down, that’s when it hit the king.....his son was the reason behind the shaking, what his Uncle had said was true, his son was somehow more powerful than he was.
At that age, Dayne’s powers hadn’t even begun to develop, he didn’t learn about them until he was older. He shook his head trying to rid himself of those thoughts “Are you alright?” he asked as he walked towards Crystal
“I’m alright, Roger is too.....I think....I think that was him causing the building to shake...” Crystal said as she kept gently rocking Roger
“...Yes...I have to agree with you.” Dayne said as he looked at his son whom was finally calmed down. He couldn’t let his son continue to get stronger...no no that wasn’t it, he was wanting to stop his son’s cries from shaking the castle up for everyone’s safety.
He rubs his face a little trying to think of something before his hand touched his nose ring...that was it’ The nose ring, he could....he could turn it into something that could weaken Roger’s powers. Normally it was just a sign for the males to wear to show they were royalty, he could...just make a new one that would help Roger.
Over the next few days, King Dayne had someone secretly work on this nose ring so Roger could be safe. It wouldn’t null his powers but it would weaken them so he wasn’t worrying about his wife and child’s safety.
Once that ring was finished, they held a ceremony where Roger was given the nose ring and had it placed into his nose. Roger began crying which worried Crystal that he could cause the building to shake but when it didn’t happen, she was confused for a few moments before looking at her husband whom acted like he didn’t know what had happened.
A short time later, the pair were getting ready to settle down for the night when Crystal looked at her husband “....Did....you do something to our son?” she asked, her tone a serious one.
“Something to him? Crystal, I didn’t do anything to him.” Dayne said, he wasn’t technically lying
“...Then why wasn’t the building shaking today like the castle has when Roger cried??” Crystal asked as she stared into his eyes, wanting to know the truth.
Dayne let out a sigh “....Fine....I...I didn’t do anything to him....I...the nose ring I had made specially for him.....it weakens his powers. I didn’t want this crying to get stronger and, for him or for you to wind up hurt.”
Crystal sighed, the last few days when Roger’s crying had happened the building would shake quite a bit. She wasn’t angry for that “I...I understand....you could’ve just told me...” she said before kissing Dayne’s cheek “I understand protecting us just....don’t feel the need to hide it.”
“Alright, I promise my love I won’t.” Dayne said with a smile as he took her hands, they share a gentle kiss before climbing into bed together.
Another year passes, things seemed to have gotten better for the pair of them. Roger had been sleeping longer, He wasn’t showing signs of his powers increasing which was great in Dayne’s eyes. That is until one day the nose ring stopped functioning, he was warned this would happen due to how little time they had to test it out and make sure it wasn’t buggy.
Roger was back to shaking the castle every now and then when he was upset from a nightmare or just upset in general. Though it seems like the nightmare amplified it tenfold.
When Dayne’s Uncle, the same one from the hospital, came to visit he saw how strong Roger’s power was. He drags Dayne away from his duties to somewhere private and secluded “I warned you, Dayne that this would happen. That child is going to get stronger and more powerful than you and overthrow you with ease when he’s older.”
“I’ve done my best to contain his powers so they don’t get stronger, his nose ring malfunctioned. I’m working on a way to...” Dayne said before his Uncle cut him off
"You have gotten SOFT with that family of yours, that child is gonna take away EVERYTHING from you. You used to be much stronger than this, more vicious. What happened to that Dayne? the one with the power, the one that didn’t let ANYTHING step in the way?” his Uncle said with an angry look on his face
“I have not gotten SOFT, Uncle.” Dayne snarled “And don’t you bring my family into this.”
"OH so you’re telling me you haven’t?" the Uncle asked as he stared at Dayne
Dayne went silent....it’s true that meeting Crystal had changed him but this was for the better...right?
"I’ve heard people talking about you....they think you’re weak, they think you’re pathetic. Before Crystal you were a better ruler, a better King. Since her? you’ve made things worse. I mean Winter for us? Are you fucking stupid? If you can’t see you’re better off without her and her family then you’ve got no chance of surviving.” The Uncle smirked as he walked off
Dayne stood there, staring at the ground....his Uncle was right....deep down he fucking knew he was right. He had changed himself for Crystal, he gave her Winter...For fucking lizards? What was he fucking thinking?
The longer he thought about it, the more he realised his Uncle was right....that...that had to change and change FAST.
Later that day he headed to Crystal’s family’s home whilst Crystal was taking a nap with Roger. He knocks on the door then awaits for someone to answer, secretly pulling out twin daggers from behind his back and kept them there.
Crystal’s younger sister opened the door and greeted her brother-in-law before inviting him inside. He smiles as he steps inside then closes the door with his tail. He was in there for a good 10 minutes before he stepped out, his daggers drenched in blood, the clothes he was wearing had blood splatter on them.
He wipes the blood off his face and daggers before removing his clothes and changing into a spare set that he had brought with him before tossing the old clothes into a trash bag then throws it into a nearby river. He had made sure to put something into the bag so the clothes would sink to the bottom before he returned to the castle.
On his way home, Dayne sent a message to his Uncle on a wrist communicator telling him “I took care of Crystal’s family.” as soon as he got into the castle, he made his way to the bathroom and had a long shower, making sure that he washed all the blood off of himself before he got out and dried himself off before putting his clothes back on.
The next day Crystal headed to her family’s home, wanting to spend time with her family. Upon reaching the house, she knocked on the door but was confused when she got no reply. She looked through the windows and saw....nothing....no family, no furniture “...What in the world....” was the only thing Crystal could say.
Where did they go? they wouldn’t just....up and leave without telling her. That wasn’t something they would do. She took Roger back home and when she got there, she told Dayne that she thinks something happened to her parents.
Instead of dismissing her thoughts, Dayne acted like he was concerned and said he would get someone to investigate it immediately but warned her it may take some time which she understood.
He spent the next few months acting as if he cared about what had happened to her family, he’d follow ‘leads’ but it never came up with anything. Crystal had become depressed over this time, worrying about her family constantly but she still did her best to be a good mother for Roger.
One evening, Artemis came to Crystal’s room to check in on his friend, wanting to make sure she was okay. He knocks on the door before opening it a little “Your Majesty? I wanted to see if you were....”
Crystal was sitting on the edge of her bed sobbing softly whilst Roger slept. Without hesitating, Artemis made his way over to Crystal and sat down beside her. She turned around and hugged her friend whom returned the hug, lightly rubbing her back “It’s okay, it’s okay....we’ll find your family, I promise...” he tried his best to reassure her but he knew something may have really happened to them.
Over the next few days, Crystal had began to notice Dayne acting not like himself, not the man she knew and fell in love with. She sits on her bed changing Roger into his pyjamas for an early night, she kisses him on the cheek before tucking him in gently and places the toy her mother got Roger next to him before she lays down on her bed whilst Roger slept and began to think.
Maybe...maybe she was missing something....maybe Dayne’s just stressed. Crystal lets out a soft sigh before closing her eyes. For a few minutes she was asleep when something began replaying in her mind.
The day before Crystal discovered her family had disappeared, she had woke up from her nap and went to use the bathroom when she noticed some...blood in the bathroom...she was instantly concerned thinking she may been bleeding but when she checked herself over, she couldn’t find anything.
She went looking for Dayne and told him about the blood in the bathroom, he told her it was his and that he had been cut during an altercation with a group of thieves but assured her he was alright.
Crystal woke up when she remembered that....he...he wouldn’t do that to her family...would he? She started to think about it more and more. Dayne’s behaviour lately, the blood in the bathroom.
She decides to pay more close attention to Dayne, maybe she was just paranoid from the stress/worry of her family’s disappearance. So that’s what she did, she’d spend time with Dayne whilst secretly observing him whilst acting as though she wasn’t aware of his behaviour.
Over those days, she’d noticed how aggressive he would be when he thought she wasn’t around, the way he’d act towards their people when they came to him seeking help. Crystal watched him leave for a few hours a day and come back.
One night whilst Crystal was laying on her side, struggling to sleep Dayne returned from dealing with something when someone came in as he removed his communicator “Sir, there’s an emergency.” Dayne sighed as he places the communicator down on the table then heads out to deal with whatever it was.
Seizing her opportunity, Crystal picked up the device then begins scrolling through it, looking for anything that would disprove her thoughts when she tapped on a conversation with the Uncle from the hospital.
Each message she seemed normal until she reached the one that mentioned ‘Taking care of Crystal’s family.” her heart sank before she heard footsteps, she leaves the messages and makes sure to put it back on the main screen like before then places it back down where it was before laying down and acting as if she was asleep.
The next day Crystal began searching for Artemis and found him in the library reading, she made her way towards him “Art? I...I need to talk to you....”
Artemis looked up from his book “Crys? Is everything alright?” he asked as she took his his hand “please....” was all she said to him, the look on his face said she was afraid so he agreed and lead her somewhere so they could talk.
“OK....what’s going on??” Artemis asked as Crystal tried not to break down crying
“I...I think Dayne has done something to my family.” Crystal said before she began to explain everything to Artemis. The more he listened to her, the more colour drained from his face. He knew Dayne could be nasty sometimes, hell before Crystal he was an asshole King but she changed him or so he thought.
Artemis felt sick to his stomach thinking about what could’ve happened to Crystal’s family, he knew they couldn’t confront him “We...we’ll just...figure a way of getting you and, Roger to safety.....”
Crystal just nodded “We keep it secret from Dayne...”
They hugged briefly before Crystal returned to her room, she had someone look after Roger whilst she went to find Artemis.
The next month....things escalated quickly. Dayne wasn’t trying to hide his aggressive side any more, he had decided that he was gonna rule the ENTIRE planet. There were other Kingdoms on this planet but Dayne wanted to make sure he was the only one from now on.
One day he started a war with another, arming his soldiers with heavy duty blasters, they were taking it by force. No negotiations, no conversations with the family. Dayne wanted to make SURE everyone knew he meant business. It didn’t take long for them to wipe out the Royal family of one kingdom and anyone that stood in their way ended up dead too.
Artemis saw the soldiers return, Dayne was there to greet them. he asked them how did conquering the kingdom go to which the leader said it had went well which caused Dayne to smirk “Excellent.” the leader bowed “I live to serve.” the lizard said with a small smile.
"Since you’ve been a loyal Soldier to me from the beginning, I want you to become my head guard. And personal bodyguard.” Dayne said with a smile.
The Soldier couldn’t help but grin at what Dayne said “I would be honoured, sir.”
“What’s your name?” Dayne asked to which the soldier said “Basco Arkage.”
“Basco Arkage? A Powerful name for a powerful Warrior.” Dayne had a grin as they walked off, heading back to the Throne room.
Artemis quickly made his way to Crystal to inform her about what had happened. Upon learning about what Dayne had done, Crystal sat on her bed as she began to think everything over before eventually looking at Artemis.
“....There’s...something I’ve been thinking about the last few hours.....A while back....Dayne....Dayne confessed to me that he had Roger’s nose ring made specially for him....” Crystal explained.
“Made special for him?” Artemis asked “We know that the nose rings are custom....” he said before Crystal cut him off.
“He made it to weaken his powers.....he told me that it was so Roger wouldn’t accidentally hurt us...but...I think it’s because....he’s afraid of Roger’s powers...” Crystal said as she looked at her friend.
“H...he wouldn’t hurt his own son....would he?” Artemis asked to which Crystal nodded “I’m afraid he would....”
Artemis’ heart sank knowing it’s more than likely Dayne would target Roger at some point “What do we do...?” Crystal sighed heavily “...I...I want you to make a pod but...not for me....for Roger....” “For the prince? but what about....” Artemis started to say to which Crystal cut him off once again
"I’m not going with him....I want Roger to be somewhere safe....somewhere that Dayne won’t attack....I want you to send him to the Monster World.” Crystal explained.
Artemis hated the fact that Crystal was gonna stay behind but he knew that she loved Roger more than anything in the world “OK....I’ll do it but I’ll get Nathan to help me, he’s pretty smart too...great with machines...” he sighed “I fucking hate this.” Crystal stood up and hugged Artemis tightly “I know....I know, I hate it too....but if I stay then he’ll have no reason to go after Roger.” Artemis nodded as he returned the hug before the pair began to plan everything out whilst making sure King Dayne never caught on.
Over the next couple of months Artemis and, Nathan worked Day and night on the pod, keeping it secret from Dayne wasn’t difficult due to him being too focused on conquering the other kingdoms. Artemis yawned slightly as the other lizard walked over with two cups of coffee, he was slightly mature looking compared to Artemis whom was in his early 20′s whilst the mature lizard looked to be in his 30′s, his scales were a very light blue, he had a pair of glasses on his face.
Nathan sat the second cup of coffee onto the table “Here, hon.” he said with a small smile as he took a seat next to Artemis “Break time.”
Artemis smiled as he took the cup “Thank you, Nate.” he said before taking a sip of his coffee “Mmf that’s heavenly.” Nathan smiled as he took a sip from his drink “I think we’ll have this done by December 18th....might be the safest thing all things considered...”
Artemis nodded a little “Day after Roger’s 2nd birthday....do you think we’ll be able to keep him safe until then? It’s...a few weeks until then....”
Nathan adjusted his glasses slightly before nodding “I think that we can....we’ll...make sure to add something onto the pod to protect him.” "Maybe...a cloaking  device....” Artemis said before taking a drink from his coffee again.
“...That’s actually a brilliant thinking, babe.” Nathan said with a smile “We’ll be putting him into a cryogenic sleep so we don’t want to make him an easy target.” he said before the two began drinking their coffees together to finish them quickly.
Over those remaining few weeks, Dayne had continued to spiral out of control, he threatened everyone except those he deemed worthy of his trust. Hell he even decided to rename their planet to Nemesis, wanting to strike fear into anyone that heard that name. There wasn’t a massive celebration for Roger’s 2nd birthday but Crystal, Artemis and, Nathan made sure to give him a mini birthday party and a couple gifts. One of which was a new blanket, the other was a baby mobile which was one Nathan and, Artemis built together for Roger.
The following day, Crystal set up a holo-recorder then sat down before she began to record a message for her son  “My name is Crystal Deckard, my husband and I are the rulers of the planet…Nemesis…” she sighs a little as she looked towards a window, looking outside at what was one a gorgeous planet now turned into a never ending warzone “It…it never used to be called Nemesis…”  
Crystal lets out a sigh “I’m…recording this message to my son because something has happened to my husband….the king.” she took a deep breath before continuing   “My husband, Dayne has….become corrupted, power hungry….he wants to take over every part of our world and….maybe others.” she sighs heavily.
Crystal rubs her neck “He started off as this…sweet, loving, caring man…” she looks over at something in the corner of the room “….It’s...currently….2002 I think.”
She chuckles “Two years ago you were born… December 17th….so not only was it your first birthday but first Christmas just days later.” she smiled at the memory, back then it seemed perfect. “The moment I saw you, I couldn’t believe you were mine….so cute…full of energy.” she looks at the camera, tears could be seen forming in her eyes “I’m currently planning on sending you to another planet, to keep you safe from Dayne…I don’t know what he’s capable of doing. Once…once I place you in this pod, you’ll be placed into a cryogenic sleep. You’ll be two years old for a while but from what my dear friend Artemis said over a few months you’ll start to turn into your true age. I am going to send you away to a planet called The Monster World….it was my great, great, great, great grandmother’s home planet for many years. The short version is she met someone from another planet and the two quickly fell in love and soon they returned to Nemesis. Over the years she started a family with this man, every one of us were always told about our heritage as Monsters, that was never hidden from us.” she lets out a soft sigh “I’m…the only one of my family left alive…I…I fear Dayne has done something to my family…” she rubs her eyes as she tried not to break down on camera
Crystal stands up from her chair “It….will take many years before you arrive on there, I don’t know how long but if my friend is right then you should arrive there by…2015 if I recall correctly. This pod is the only one of it’s kind so it can’t just show up there so quickly but I trust Artemis, who knows maybe with enough time your father will forget about you. Artemis’ll place a cloaking device on the pod so you can’t be found whilst travelling there.” she removes something from her neck and picks up a cloth and wraps it inside “….This is a pendant with a picture of you and, I inside it Roger….I’ll be placing this inside with you. Please…be safe, my son. Mommy loves you so much.”
Just then there was rapid knocking on the bedroom door, she quickly walks off camera to answer it. It was Artemis  “Your Majesty it’s time to go….” Crystal quickly walks over to the camera and looks at it one last time “…Goodbye…my love.” she said with a smile before turning the recording off.
She walks over to the sleeping baby and picks him up gently, making sure to grab what she’d need for Roger, including the disc, then quickly walked out of the door, she smiled at Artemis before they headed to where the pod was located, making sure to not be spotted by anyone else. Upon getting to the location, Crystal stared at the pod. It looked JUST like the one from Dragon Ball Z, almost identical to it. On the front was a symbol that looked like it belonged to the Royal family.
Crystal looked at Artemis whom just smiled “We may hate Dayne but we’re proud of what you did as the Queen, Crystal.”
Crystal smiled a little then carefully walked over to the pod and opened the front of it, she carefully wraps Roger up then places him inside, kissing his hand gently “I love you so much, Roger....You’re going to grow up to be an incredible young man.” she couldn’t help but tear up Artemis places the disc into a slot “There, he can get it whenever someone that finds him.” to which Crystal nodded before writing a brief note which read ‘My name is Roger, please take care of me.’ Once Crystal and, Artemis stepped back enough, Nathan closed the pod door then pressed some buttons first putting Roger into a cryogenic sleep then made sure to put the cloaking device on. He then made sure to open the roof up and launched the pod into space, he and Artemis had made sure to put the right coordinates in so Roger would make it there safely.
Ten minutes later, Dayne burst into the room angry as hell as he looked around “WHAT THE FUCK WAS JUST LAUNCHED?!” Crystal stepped forward “Roger....I’ve sent him somewhere safe, somewhere you can’t get to him.” she said with anger in her voice but she made sure not to raise her voice. He snarled “WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT, YOU STUPID BITCH?!” “So you wouldn’t hurt him.....like you did my family...” Crystal replied, still not raising her voice.
Instead of denying it, he smirked “Yeah....yeah you’re fucking right. I got rid of them....started with that dumb bitch sister of yours...then your brother....then that bitch of a mother of yours before I took my sweet fucking time with that bastard of a father....slit his throat slowly....” Dayne said with a sick grin. Crystal’s heart sank finally getting conformation as to what happened to her family.
Dayne looked at Artemis then Nathan “....Which of you two helped her.....” "We both did....sir...” Nathan replied as Dayne walked towards him
“Who is your loyalty to?” Dayne asked the pair to which they replied in unison  “To the Queen and, The Queen alone.”
Before Dayne could do anything, Crystal grabbed something and smashed it on Dayne’s head to stun him. She, Nathan and, Artemis ran as fast as they could, Crystal stopped for a few seconds then tore a slit upside her dress to make it easier to run. As soon as he was struck on the head, Dayne dropped to his knees gripping his head as it began to bleed. Basco and some of the other guards ran towards where the crash came from before they could say anything Dayne turned around, a crimson mask forming on his face “FIND THAT FUCKING BITCH CRYSTAL AND THOSE BASTARDS NATHAN AND, ARTEMIS!”
Basco didn’t question it and just turned to the other guards then said “You heard the man, move out!”
They saluted before running off to search for the Queen, Nathan and, Artemis. The Trio had unfortunately ended up separated due to Crystal having to stop and tear her dress.
Luckily for Artemis, Nathan had made a secret hiding spot in the library. He pulls a book out causing the bookshelf to move, he takes Artemis’ hand then drags him inside.
The room wasn’t massive but enough to fit a couple people, Artemis whispers “How did you make this?”
“Had free time for a few days, I wasn’t needed for work so I came in here and found this part of the library no-one comes to. This room was already behind here, I don’t think anyone knows about it. Must’ve been made by the previous King before Dayne. So I just made this passageway to get in here in secret. Became my mini break room when things got to me.” Nathan whispered back
Artemis nodded a little as he listened to Nathan before glancing back “We....We need to find Crystal....” he whispered 
Nathan nodded a little in agreement “Listen, I’ll go and try to find her. You stay here.”
“But...” Artemis didn’t want to be left alone but knew Nathan wouldn’t listen to reason, he had a bit of a stubborn streak.
"Sit on the chair and give yourself time to recover, I’ll be safe.” Nathan said with a reassuring smile before kissing Artemis deeply. He then opened the bookshelf and stepped out before carefully making his way out of the library.
Crystal had lost sight of Artemis and, Nathan when she stopped to fix her dress so she had ran somewhere else. She opens one of the doors and looks inside to see if anyone was inside.
It was the museum where she and, Dayne had spent time together looking at the Planet’s History when she first became Queen. She began to look for somewhere to hide though there weren’t a lot of places to hide.
She stood in front of a statue of Dayne’s father, the previous King “....He probably did something to you too, didn’t he?” she thought to herself before hearing the door to the museum open.
She quickly dives behind the statue and crouches, trying to make sure she wouldn’t be seen. It was that new head guard, Basco. She knew she couldn’t trust him so she did her best to remain hidden.
Nathan made his way carefully down the hallways, searching for where Crystal could have gone when he spotted the doors to the museum opened, he carefully made his way towards it then pressed himself against the wall before glancing inside.
Basco could be seen walking around the room a little, seemingly searching for Crystal. He stops in his tracks then glances at the previous King’s statue before smirking, this was the only place big enough for her to hide.
He jumps onto the statue’s pedestal then moves slowly across it, Crystal glanced towards one side of the room. She carefully began crawling, trying to be safe when he jumped down behind her and, before she could react, he grabbed her and picked her up by the throat.
Basco smiled as he opened up the communicator “Sir....I found the bitch....what should I do?” he asked Dayne
“....You know exactly what to do.” Dayne replied, no emotion in his voice. The man Crystal once knew was 100% gone.
Basco just grinned as he pulled out a blade then stabbed Crystal repeatedly in the stomach, covering her mouth to make sure she wouldn’t scream. 
Nathan covered his mouth as he watched Crystal being stabbed, he and Crystal had become friends over the last couple of months and to watch her life being slowly stripped away from her.
Basco then stabs Crystal in the throat with his blades before dropping her now lifeless body onto the ground. He stares at the dead body with a sick smile, having enjoyed every second of that.
Nathan composed himself before quickly and quietly running back to the library. Artemis was still sat there, waiting on Nathan to return with Crystal.
He turned his head hearing the bookshelf move so he got up to greet Nathan and, hopefully, Crystal but his face dropped when he saw the tears in Nathan’s eyes “Wh...where’s Crys..?” was all he could say before Nathan wrapped his arms around Artemis and hugged him tightly and began whispering “I’m so sorry....” over and over.
Artemis knew instantly....Crystal was gone...his best friend of the past few years just...gone. He began sobbing softly into his boyfriend’s arms before eventually composing himself enough to ask how.
Nathan explained everything he saw from start to finish and how Basco ended Crystal’s life with ease. Artemis sat himself down, feeling like he was gonna drop to the floor from what he heard, the shock hitting him.
“I’m so sorry, hon I couldn’t....I couldn’t do anything, it all happened so fast.” Nathan said as he kept apologising, feeling responsible for not looking for Crystal sooner.
Artemis reassured Nathan that he wasn’t to blame, they hugged each other for a while grieving over their loss. They decided that this hidden room would be the best place for them to stay in. They’d sneak out when they needed food and bring it back.
Many years later....AJ was sitting in his dorm room, playing his guitar when he saw a bright light appear outside his window. He got up and looked outside and saw a large...pod? nearby.
He tilts his head in confusion before he looked around, thankfully it was late enough for no one to be wandering around. So AJ took it upon himself to head outside and headed towards the pod.
He pulled out his pocket knife, just on the off chance it was something dangerous. He presses his hand onto the pod’s window and glances inside but couldn’t make out anything inside.
He looks for something to open the pod when he finds a panel, he phases his hand through it and finds a wire to pull. AJ smiles before pulling the wire, causing the pod to open.
AJ makes his way towards the opened pod, his jaw drops a little when he sees a small baby lizard inside with peach scales, a blanket wrapped around him and a nose ring.
Without thinking twice, he carefully reaches in and scoops the baby out “Hey there...” he spots a note attacked to the door so he picks it up and reads it “My name is Roger, please take care of me.” he looks down at Roger “....Roger huh? Well....aren’t you just cute.” he smiled a little before making the pod disappear, he hadn’t noticed the piece of cloth that was left inside.
He carries Roger upstairs to his dorm room and makes a crib appear before he places the sleeping baby inside. He sits on his bed and looks the note over carefully, wanting to make sure he didn’t miss anything else. It was obvious that Roger was an alien, that much was clear.
AJ shook his head a little “Something must’ve happened to his family...” was all he could think before he glanced at the baby. He knew he couldn’t put Roger up for adoption that much was clear so after thinking it over for a few moments, he decided that he would take Roger in and raise him.
AJ lightly rocks the crib when he saw Roger starting to stir “....I promise....I’m gonna raise you, Roger...I promise I’m gonna give you a life that I always wanted when I was a kid. I’m gonna spoil you a bit but I’m gonna teach you right from wrong....and I vow to never lose my temper with you or threaten you....” he said aloud before he climbs into his bed and falls asleep. 
No matter what happened next, he was gonna do his fucking best to raise Roger and keep him safe.
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justalittletomato · 4 years ago
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What is there to lose? ( Darth Maul X Reader)
A/N: Well how did these two even meet? Good timing mostly, there’s nothing like a planetary take over to meet people. 
Warning: blood mention 
Synopsis: The Duchess has been overthrown and Mandalore is in chaos as parties fight over who is to rule, unfortunately for our reader being stuck at the palace at such a time has its new share of issues. 
These newcomers had taken over mandalore ready to burn them all down. In the turbulent transition of power Y/N had hidden away in the vents. She was not going to die for the Duchesses failings, for the past 5 years she had been warning her of their vulnerability. The capitol had lived under her ideals for nearly 15 years and what had it brought them?
Y/N winced as she heard another guard be torn down, thier screams echoing through the vents. She knew how to fight, she had trained like her ancestors before her, she might have been one of the handmaidens under Satine, poised and fighting with words rather than blasters and knives. Each time she was forced to agree to these ludicrous ideas of pacifism was a painful lie. Maybe if she tried she could find her way through the vents, she knew them well enough.
She just had to get to her room and dawn her armor, it would just take a moment.
Metal screeched as the grate was pulled away from the vent, rather than scream, Y/ N turned to stare at the person who would end her life.
All she could see was gold eyes glowing in the darkened vent, something pulled her out from her hiding place yet she felt no hand touch her, Y/N only grunted as she dropped onto the ground, "She looks important brother," a deep voice commented as she was pulled up to her feet.  
Her captors were not human, not mandalorian, or from the syndicates. She had never seen anyone like them in person before, her y/ec eyes focusing in on the  golden and crimson hues of thier skin ,the intricate black tattoos on thier faces, and distinctive horns on thier heads resembling crowns. The taller golden one was broad garbed in armor, if she dared to run he'd likely just crush her,so she remained  still. The one next to him was slightly taller than her and more lean than the other. However he donned no armor just a simple gray tunic revealing more tattooed skin on his chest. The scowl on his face warned her not to upset him, she couldn't help but shiver slightly under his gaze but she couldn't help but stare at him either.
She had never seen anyone with such eyes, it reminded her of the molten gold she had seen being melted away when Satine had ordered some helmets to be discarded, the same burning gold looking back at her. He was beautiful, her own thought bewildered her and forced her to mentally let out a string of curses.
"A handmaid and nothing more," the crimson man's voice brought her back, its sound surprising. Unlike the baritone of the other this one was more smooth almost pleasant if she didn't know this was likely the last few words she would hear.
She couldn't help but scoff at his comment, " If you are going to kill me at least fling my body in front the Duchess," she couldn't stop herself now " Its my one request, she refused to listen to me for years," The resentment in her voice present after so long of denying it."I would like at least one moment of recognition in death."
The two were silent for a moment,it was the Crimson one that spoke first, "I have a better proposition for you, lead us to the duchess and I'll let you tell her yourself,"
Y/n considered it, a last laugh would be acceptable. she had nothing now with Satine disposed, all her efforts of trying to keep part of Mandalore the way it was had crumbled and with death watch in the horizon she would likely be killed, so much for trying. "I have nothing to lose at this point, follow me..." she offered her hand, "This is Savage my apprentice." the yellow one nodded to confirm, "and I am Maul." the woman raised a brow slightly perplexed, " Savage and Maul, I am a little sorry that this companionship won't last too long i would have loved to learn more about you two, your force users aren't you? ," she didn't wait for an answer as turned to walk forward, before pausing, " oh right," she turned to look at them, " I'm Y/N. Now come along their probably already looking for me anyway. but I should try to make this more convincing."  The two watched as she reached into the pocket of her dress and pulled out a vibroblade, Savage reflexively covered Maul. Maul just had his arms crossed intrigued at the the women's dedication to his offer.
Y/n bit her lip and brought the tip of the blade from the back of her palm to her elbow.  Red blood dripped from the cut, onto her dress and more so as she rubbed it onto her other arm and smudged some on her face.
"You must really resent her, " Maul commented with slight amusement, he saw a bit of himself in her willingly to put a bit of harm in the way if needed, Y/N merely shrugged, " I've been denied any recognition for most of my life, why not make the moment a bit theatrical."
He liked her answer, " Then lead the way, Y/N, your revenge will not be denied."
"Well I wouldn't call it revenge per say, but it will truly be worth it, even if you'll be killing me after." She watched Maul furrowed his brow, " You're welcome to reverse your plan, Mandalore is an obstacle especially for outsiders even natural born ones."
Aftermath 
When it was all said and done, Y/N was still alive, she stood next to savage still bloodied and tilting her head at the sight of the Nite Owls flying off, "For a group that claims to follow the ways of Mandalore they seem to avoid what they disagree with automatically. The laws of battle have always come first," she shook her head in dismay. 
She and Savage watched as Maul took the throne, as a show of gratitude began to walk towards the death watch to take a place among them.
She found  she couldn't move, of course, the former Sith had made her stop rather than ask outright, "Now where are you going? Your place is with us" 
Y/N felt her eyes go wide, "This is all partly your doing as well." Maul released her,  Y/N turned to take a step back to the brothers as she considered what he said, "You've proven you are willing to do what you must, but this time we will see that you are recognized," He was pleased with her, the handmaid was a fierce thing, with the right instruction she could be an asset. The willingness to tear down others was already present. 
Y/N watched as Maul held out a hand, "It's as you said, what do you have to lose?"  
She had done this,the blood on her hands might as well been Satine's and Vizsla's in addition to the others she had torn down, but did she regret it?
She couldn't find herself saying no, Maul was right.
She had been denied long enough, but how could she trust someone who had taken over her homeworld.
Y/N had already placed her hand was in his, someone who had murdered the woman she had once admired and the people who had tried to bring back thier old way of life.
She kept staring at him, gold staring at y/e.
She had nothing to lose and he was offering her everything everyone had denied her.
He saw her for what she could do, and for someone who was always cast aside by those who had known her for years, well she couldn't refuse, "You're right," His hand gripped her a bit tightly at her acceptance, those eyes gleaming as she took the next step into the dark, "It would be an honor to serve you, Lord Maul."  
"Good, now Y/N let's begin..."
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moosekateer13 · 4 years ago
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For @negans-lucille-tblr​ ‘s @spnsecretsantaficexchange
@tvdspngirl314​ Summary: Y/N and Dean‘s love is warm and passionate. It’s a deep contrast from his cold and loveless relationship he has with his arranged wife Cecilia Hart. Warnings: Teeth Rotting Fluff, Pregnancy, Mention Of Arranged Marriage, Slight Angst, Implied Smut, Mentions of Death Inspired by Taylor Swift’s Cardigan And when I felt like I was an old cardigan Under someone's bed You put me on and said I was your favorite
266-05 72nd Rd, Floral Park, NY
3 bedroom Ranch house
Y/N/s P.O.V
I am eagerly awaiting for the love of life Dean to return. We grew up together and have been together since we were teenagers.
I think back to our first date and my first birthday I had when we first got together. Flashback September 22, 1994 Boulevard Drive-In Theatre 1051 Merriam Ln, Kansas City, Kansas I am so  nervous even though Dean and I have known each other since we were kids. It’s a whole different ball game now since we are going on our first date. We are laid out back on his truck bed on a blue blanket. I am dressed in a light blue sweater and Dean is wearing a vintage tee and Levis Jeans. My heart feels like it’s beating a mile a minute. I am so nervous it is distracting me from the movie playing in front of us Shawshank Redemption. Dean senses my unease and takes my hands in his. “No need to be so nervous sweetheart. Our first date is going well. Dean said with a smile. I respond with a smile. I pop some popcorn into my mouth and go back to watching the movie.
November 30, 1994 The Y/L/N‘s household My parents decided to hold a small barbeque for my birthday. It’s a bit cool tonight. Dean always jokes about how I am always cold. I retorted back to him by calling him my space heater since he is always warm. Dean smiles at me. His emerald eyes bore into my Y/E/C “Y/N, I know you always get cold so got you something to keep you when I am not around. Happy Birthday babe” Dean said I eagerly tear off the green star wrapping paper off the gift he just gave me. I smile at it’s a tan cardigan. He takes it out of the box and helps me put it on “Thank you Dean I love it.  I replied with a smile. “ You’re a welcome sweetheart and I am glad you do. He said with a smile. His emerald green eyes bore into my Y/EC before he places a chaste kiss on my lips It feels like an eternity since I’ve last seen Dean when in fact it’s only been a few days. He’s gone to talk to his father to change things for us so we can be together. Tried to change the ending like Peter losing Wendy. Our daughter Anastasia Dahlia kicks in response under my lace green maternity dress. She’s just as eager for her dad to be back to too. Dean’s P.OV. Lawrence Kansas’ Mayor’s office I rolled up in my Dad’s office in my Black 67 Chevy Impala. He passed it down to me when I turned 18. Being back in Kansas is hard. I miss Y/N. I came here on a mission though to make Dad see how much I love her and want to be with her. Who even does arranged marriage nowadays?
 Sam walked away from his arranged marriage. He became a prominent lawyer in New York and married his college sweetheart Jessica.  They have a two year old daughter Rose. She's the spitting image of Jess.
Just because the Winchester name comes with the status it doesn’t mean I’d sacrifice something like I have with Y/N. I used to love the thrill of the rich life but I’d gladly give up for her. I smile at the memory of a little Y/H/C pigtailed girl. If our daughter looks exactly like her I am going to have to keep an extra eye on her. I have done quite well for us anyway with my garage I built in New York. It’s not like we need the money anyways I straighten out my green plaid shirt. I run a hand through my sandy brown hair. I finally work up the nerve and knock on my Dad’s office door. I hear Dad mutter a come in. Of course, he was sitting behind his immaculate desk wearing a black suit. “ Dad, we need to talk. I want to be with Y/N and you can’t stop me.  The way  I’ve always felt for Y/N unrivalled. I’ll be damned if I let this arranged marriage to Cecilia stand in our way.” I said. “Dean, have a seat and there’s no need to plead with me. I've called the arrangement off. Not only did she have dirty laundry. I wasn’t going to stand in the way of true love. You look at Y/N like the way I looked at your mother. Dad replied as he rotated his wedding ring on his finger. I smile in response and I mutter a thank you before rushing back to my car. I can't wait to tell Y/N the great news.  I looking forward to seeing her beautiful smile on her face when I tell her.
Y/N. P.O.V As if on cue I feel a familiar pair of strong arms wrap around me. “Well sweetheart everything is fixed we can be together now. Turns out Celicia had some dirty laundry and it would ruin my family’s reputation. I didn’t need to convince my dad after all. He said even if she didn’t have any dirty secrets he said we could be together. Dad said the affectionate look I give you reminds him of how he was with mom. Dean said as he spun me around to look at him. Suddenly he’s down on one knee. “I’ve been waiting to do this for a while sweetheart. Y/N mother of child and love of my life. Will you do the honour of becoming my wife? Dean asked with a nervous smile on his face His emerald green eyes bore into my Y/E/C. “Dean, of course, I will love. As if I’d say no. I replied with a smile. He slides the 2 kt solitaire diamond gold ring on my finger. I recognized the ring immediately; it was his mom’s. He eagerly gets up off his knees and kisses me. We both mumbled a love you through the kiss I  let out a squeal as he scoops me up in his arms and carries me off to our bedroom.
I knew you'd miss me once the thrill expired
And you'd be standing in my front porch light
And I knew you'd come back to me You'd come back to me
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shelli-gator · 4 years ago
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I was wondering if you had any general Ted headcannons. I'm not looking for anything specific, just more Ted stuff.
Sure! :D I have a few Ted headcanons! Let's get this bread!
- I hc that Ted's mom was a lovely and rather timid female, with a firmer military man husband. Ted's mom was naturally one of Julien and Maurice's care takers, so Ted sometimes got to see them and hang out with them when they were little.
-Despite his fathers disapproval, Ted's mom encouraged him in all his drama classes and theater performances. His father didn't see that as fitting for the son of a military man, but he was away from home too often to take much of a role in Ted's rather soft and gentle upbringing. He still craved his father's approval however, and after his father dies when he's still quite young Ted would later end up pursuing a military career himself, as if he might still be able to take some of that approval he never got by pursuing a career his father would have wanted for him. At the same time, he still acts, because that's really where his heart lies.
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- He was always the most well liked boy in lemur school. Handsome and friendly, the ladies fawned over him, and most of the lads liked him well enough. He was the sort to eagerly help them with homework, and frequently brought treats to class.
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-He always admired Julien, and often assisted him with homework and the like. It was by his insistence that everyone let Julien win at everything. Everyone likes Ted, so they listened to him. Whether it was out of admiration for Julien, or simply trying to amicable with the spoilt prince, I'm not sure. Probably a mix of both.
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-In spite of Ted's efforts, his peers still voted him as prom king over Julien, regardless of what he told them to do. This was still painful for him however, because he knew he had to give it up to Julien no matter how much it hurt him.
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-His main subjects were English, drama, art, and home ec (baking and the like). He also did biology and math, but he wasn't super great at those subjects.
- His best friend is Dorothy, and she took a lot of the same classes as him. Otherwise he would hang out with anyone really. He was on good terms with Willie, Horst and Pancho, and he often tried to hang out with and get closer to Julien and Maurice. He had a lot more success than Karl, though Julien would use his friendship to get his homework done, run errands for him, or otherwise dress him up/listen to his stories with little reciprocation on his part. Julien doesn't remember much of that up until the Prom episode, but after that he's sorry he took him for granted.
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- Some of Ted's favorite colours are shades of cyan and magenta, two colors that look spectacular with sparkles. (Maybe that's why he liked the way Crimson looks? And why Horst painted him and Julien in cyan and magenta swimwear)
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- Ted loves to wear women's clothing. He and Julien steal a bunch of goodies from one of the local resort gift shops, and Ted looks very fetching in a pink flower pattern sirong and white bikini/one piece swimsuit. He also loves sunhats, and they're great for keeping the summer sun at bay at their many beach parties.
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- Ted is one of the kingdom's best dancers besides Julien, along with Willie. He knows many different types of dance styles, and he throws all of himself into his routines as a form of expression.
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- He and Dorothy are big into crafts and the like. Dorothy makes their own soaps, conditioners and the like, and Ted l o v e s them. He helps her out with choosing ingredients, and they sell them/gift them to people. Thought most lemurs tend to prefer their own natural musk, Julien loves their conditioners to help keep his fur silky.
- With that said, Ted's prefered scent is Madagascar Vanilla.
-Ted's biggest fear is being unloved and alone. He's always been liked by everyone, but he longed for a male mate. But when Julien snubbed him before their prom, and took his crown for good measure, Ted was terrified of forever being alone.
-He then hooks up with Dorothy, his best friend, thinking this is how he'll have his perfect life and marriage, and it will make the pain and loneliness go away. It doesn't, and he keeps trying to fake it till he makes it.
-Ted is a romantic, and longs to have a secret admirer. He was enamored with the idea of Zora's secret lover, and very much wishes a man would write him letters or show his admiration/affection towards him. He loves the idea of being wooed, and would adore any attempts of such no matter how clumsy they may be.
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-When pushed far enough, he's an excellent and often ruthless fighter, especially when he needs to protect his friends. Violence can sometimes leave him shaken though, especially if he gets seriously angry.
- After AHKJ, Ted starts working with Pancho as his Captain of the Ringtail Guard. They often play Good Cop/Bad Cop with perps, switching rolls on the fly to psyche out whoever is unfortunate enough to be interrogated by them. Though Pancho has a lot less tolerance for his fear tinkling than Clover did, and sometimes they can be at odds over some of Pancho's more wild/reckless schemes. Fortunately for him, Pancho is open to criticism and input, even as his superior.
-Ted has a rather broad range of music, and we already know he loves euro techno. Maybe he would like this genre of music, but I think about him the most to songs by Autoheart (they're an LGBTQ band too!). "Moscow', 'Anniversary' feel very Ted, and I use them for whatever ship he's in. They're bouncy and great for dancing, especially Anniversary.
"It's not hard, with you I have an alibi, you don't care the reason why I misapply. All I need is a fraction of your happy heart, all I need is you. And beauty's in the eye of the beholder, you have lips that permanently smolder! When in Moscow I just wanna fold you up and keep you warm."
"Now come here baby, come a little closer. You'll write words, and I can be composer. Let's get a dog, an Irish Red Setter, it's all we need to get better! It feels good to not be with a wannabe, I am free whenever you're in front of me. All I need is a fraction of your happy heart, all I need is you."
Edit: Just thought of another one! It seems like Ted is taller than most of the other lemurs when he's standing up straight. What if he makes himself shorter to be less intimidating to other leems, especially males as he wants to be the more submissive one of the two. And his smiling face and friendly demeanor makes him easily non-threatening.
That's a few of my headcanons for him. :D thanks for the Ted ask! I love this beautiful man!
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damedamedame · 4 years ago
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Can I request number 13 with teru and a Crushreader who's very friendly and a huge tease and ask him if they wanna play a pocky game
TERU MINAMOTO X READER - REQUEST
- “Pocky Game? It’s November 11!”
NOTES: he ll y e ah :DD
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You were cooking (baking??) with Kou in the Home Ec. Lab... or KiTcHen idk
Making Pocky Sticks ( ・∇・)
I think you know where this is going
It’s November 11 aka ‘National Pocky Day’ so of course you guys had to make this
Just for fun, no intentions yet
Teru happens to step in, looking for you for uh something ✨
‘Is (Y/N) here?’
IMMEDIATELY, KOU THROWS A ROLLING PIN AT HIM
BECAUSE EVERY TIME TERU STEPS IN THE KITCHEN SOMETHING
B U R N S
He has to wait outside until you both finish with your pocky sticks
He doesn’t remember why he was looking for you— pshh it’s probably not important
Actually, a lil’ part of his mind went looking for you because he just wanted to see your face—
Once the pocky sticks are all done and ready to eat, you call Teru over
AND BECAUSE YOU’RE SUCH A TEASE
YOU PUT ONE END OF THE STICK IN YOUR MOUTH
AND KIND OF JUST TELL HIM
‘Let’s play, Teru!~’
Please cue to Teru blinking, and bLUSHING I— USHSHSB
BUT SINCE HE’S ALSO A FDJDN TE A SE
HE ACCEPTS IT
‘You should know that I don’t back down from a challenge, (Y/N).’ He flashes a grin at you
(BRB DYING)
So your plan all this time was to see flustered Teru
But you’re both flustered now
I mean— still a win, right??
Kou looks at you both, blushing because OH TERU-NII AND (Y/N)-SAN ARE GOING TO KISS OH MY GOD OH MY G O D
You can pry my hc of innocent Kou who blushes when he sees something inappropriate out of my cold, dead hands
Your lips are so c l o s e to his like just a few inches away—
Mind’s a screaming
Face’s a flushing
Teru’s blushing but hE STILL LOOKS CALM UM SIR H OW
Then the pocky stick breaks :’DD
Both of you are visibly disappointed with this outcome
‘That’s just not fair..’
His hand moves on it’s own, tilting your chin up to make you face his lovely eyes
His breath tickles your face but not like you’re gonna complain now
‘May I..?’
OF FUCKING COURSE YOU CAN
YOU’VE STOLEN MY HE A R T S I R
You nod, giving him permission to mAKE YOUR HEART FLIP
Finally, finally, your lips touch
Just barely
Then you relent, and therefore releasing his grip on you
Your grin is sO WIDE
‘You’re so cute, Teru ( ´ ▽ ` )’
THIS MAN IS WONDERING WHY YOU HAD TO BE SUCH A TEASE WHY YOU—
Even Kou was rooting for you guys wHY’D YOU HAVE TO JUST S T OP
Teru is having none of this
Kind of grabs the sides of your face
And kisses you deeply
Kou has to hide his face—
You giggle between kisses, gladly returning the kiss
When you’re both satisfied, he stops and stares at you
Both of you guys have the dorkiest of grins
‘Such a tease, (Y/N).’
-
NOTES: teru gets impatient when you tease him so he may or may not have lost his control for a sec— uh anyways, hope you enjoy ^^!!
@delivery-girl-baileys
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thousandsunnywrites · 4 years ago
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it was a request for h/cs with marco, ace and sabo and a female s/o who likes to give them surprise smooches throughout the day to remind them they're loved. my internet connection has been a bit wonky lately, maybe that's why it didn't go through? here's hoping this one actually makes it
WOW THIS IS SO CUTE IM SC R E EC H ING
[BLACK LIVES MATTER]
Marco
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The wrinkles on his forehead says it all-- it was another hectic day for the 1st division commander. His cheeks hollowed and his eyes sunk with every passing hour you saw him. He wasn’t doing very yummy yummy.
The next time you see him though, you plant a chaste, soft kiss near his stubble-- curses for lacking lengthwise-- and pat his cheeks.
Despite the weariness in his eyes, he stands up a little straighter, rejuvenated from the empowering kiss. The lousy, lop-sided smile that everyone loves replaced his frown.
He expects the kisses from here on out, constantly feeling less stressed whenever he’s reminded of the reason why he pushes forward. Marco enjoys them, even if his colleagues tease him about needing kisses to function.
He burns them ❤️
Ace
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Holy Hot Hell, the first time you started it, it caught him offguard--leaving him with a dumbfounded look on his face. He processes what just happened and curses himself that he didn’t think of that first.
Something so enamoring became a competition between the two of you. Idk how, it just happened. It’s Ace for crying out loud. He’d try to kiss you before you surprise him. Now, he’s always alert whether or not you’re near.
We l l, let’s just say it backfires on him... he ends up kissing another member of the crew because he expected the person to round the corner to be you. It’s a story you never let him live down.
Ace visibly becomes more giddy and a thousand times happier when he does get a kiss. Sometimes, he purposely stands near you so you can remember to give him the daily pecks. What can he say, he just loves attention from his s/o.
Sabo
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Sabo is a shamelessly modest man. When he does get kisses, he doesn’t think much about it-- of course, desensitized from the constant gesture. 
He can never seem to time it right, so he almost never kisses back. However, he does bend down so you can properly proclaim your love for him.
He doesn’t mind it either. Go ahead and kiss him, just not in public. His poor, delicate heart would make him die of embarrassment because no he’s not a teen anymore why the hell is he turning red. And as you can see, he has an image to uphold.
Mr. Chief-of-Staff feels warmth bloom in his chest when supple lips place kisses on his. It’s like a warm summer breeze through a cold night. And it’s addicting.
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