#HIS SMILE IS GONE WAAAAA

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the portraits changing in act 3.

[dr3c0mix]

Please more poly vampires please😭🙏! I can hardly ever find x male/masc reader stuff especially about monsters😭. What happens when they take us back to their home. What's gonna happen to us? What will the townsfolk react?

Poly!Vampires x Reader Pt. 2

CW: kidnapping, silas is a freak for a brief moment

waaaaa !! so sorry this took so long !! thank you all for being so patient with me ! >w< <3

update: i mixed up garrick and silas' names im sorry im sorry its fixed now guys im so-

🌙 Its been a week since the townspeople found your house empty, your bedroom looking like something out of a mystery novel.

🌙 The bed was stained with blood and claw marks were dug deep into your bedframe with the moonlight illuminating your room through your broken window.

🌙 It looked as if you've been taken by a creature of the night, but weirdly enough, your luggage was nowhere to be found. Your closet and drawers had clothes missing and the painting you had just finished was gone.

🌙 Who could have done this?

🌙 "Garrick, it's your turn to drive!"

🌙 "Already?! Just one more minute Viktor~?"

🌙 You're being held hostage, no, hostage wasn't the right word..kidnapped? Enslaved maybe? who knows..All you know was that these..creatures..will never let you out of their sight.

🌙 You remember that night when you bore witness to their inhuman ways, they were at the foot of your bed when you took out the crucifix under your pillow and held it to Viktor, his eyes turning all red and he hissed at the holy figure.

🌙 "Ohoho! Our little mortal's smart!" Garrick grins, showing off his sharp fangs.

🌙 Silas tries to grab you but you dodge, but his long claws managed to cut your cheek, you couldn't say the same for your bedframe..

🌙 Viktor gets a hold of you and chuckles darkly at your cut, the red liquid bleeding out of it made his mouth water.

🌙 "My my~ What a fierce little minx you are my darling~" he coos with a raspy cold breath as he licks your wound. The feeling made your stomach churn and your spine shiver.

🌙 Garrick was busy making a mess of your room and stuffing your clothes in bags. Also stuffing a pair of your underwear in his shirt for himself.. "Come on you idiots! It's almost dawn!" He whisper-yells as he fiddles with the window's lock.

🌙 Silas rolls his eyes and kicks the window, breaking it and jumping through, with Garrick holding his hand.

🌙 You were confused beyond compare. Were they really gonna kidnap you?! What's gonna happen to you?! Should you scream for help?!

🌙 "I'm sorry for this Darling.." Viktor says softly before knocking you out.

🌙 Now back to the present, the 3 rode around in a caravan, a charming little wagon that doubled as a moving home of sorts. One went in front and drove while the other two looked after you or did other things.

🌙 Every escape attempt you had would end up in failure, their superhuman senses were no match for you.

🌙 "Garrick you said that 10 minutes ago!" Viktor growls at the younger vampire.

🌙 Garrick groans "Fiiiiiine!" He says before giving you one last hug and kiss and going out with a coat to shield him from the sun.

🌙 You had about 10 seconds to yourself before Viktor sits down next to you and pulls you onto his lap.

🌙 "Oh how I missed your warmth little mortal~" He purrs, kissing your neck which made you tense up in fear of his fangs. He feels your heart beat faster and smirks. "Am I making you nervous~?" He teases.

🌙 Silas comes over and smacks the dark-haired man on the head "Enough Viktor! Don't you think our precious little darling is frightened already?" he scolds before smiling down at you warmly. Viktor just rolls his eyes and buries his face into your neck.

🌙 He hands you a cup of tea and sits down across from you and Viktor "Drink up dear, mortals like you need to stay warm in the winter~"

🌙 Silas was the most respectful one out of the 3, he was always taking care of you and making sure the others didn't make you feel uncomfortable, but of course he was just as obsessive of you as they were.

🌙 Viktor is such a cuddle bug, always hugging you close every chance he gets. He'd even have the luxury to sleep with you, an activity he hasn't done in a while. He might not need to sleep, but just lying in bed with your adorable sleeping form was like being in heaven for him.

🌙 Garrick love love loves chatting with you. Rambling to you about people he's killed or jewelry he's looted off of his food weren't the best topics to talk about, but he's got no one else to talk to! And you are his darling after all!

🌙 And you could do nothing about any of it. You were treated like a glorified pet and there was no way to leave or escape of have any time for yourself..

🌙 It continued on like this until the caravan came to a stop by a small town. The weather was much colder now than it was in your hometown with rain softly pouring down from the sky.

🌙 Your heart drops, knowing what they're going to do here.

🌙 They all come off the caravan, Silas going to give the horses some food. You refused to leave the caravan in your anxiety-stricken state.

🌙 Garrick notices your nervousness and smiles, sitting next to you and putting his forehead to yours "Darling, you miss home don't you~?" he coos softly.

🌙 You nod slightly as you refuse to look at him or even move.

🌙 The vampire sighs and rests his head on your shoulder and holds your hand. "I know honey...but we won't hurt you! And besides, you don't know these people anyway! You scared we'll kill them and stuff? It's fine! We do it all the time!" He laughs. He wasn't making anything better..

🌙 "You're shit at comforting people Silas." Viktor looks at the red head with a deadpanned expression. "Oh up yours Vik!" Garrick rolls his eyes at him.

🌙 At least that made you lighten up a bit..

🌙 Garrick pulls you up from your seat and you get out of the caravan, rain hitting your face before the vampire opens up an umbrella and holds you close to him so you don't get wet.

🌙 "Its fine dear, this is the last stop before we head back to our new home~" Silas walks over and places a kiss on your cheek.

🌙 Wait..home?..

🌙 "Now gentleman! Who's hungry~?"

sorry this is a bit short ! but feel free to request or ask anything about these blorbos! i love em a lot !

[pahtoosh]

Imagine daddy Bucky got home from an exhausting mission in the middle of the night and finding Steve (who took care of you) all cuddled up with you in their bed.

Because he didn’t want to wake any of you he decided to sleep on the couch and fell asleep before he could even get out of his work clothes.

When you wake up in the morning and realize your other daddy is back but looking so exhausted in his sleep you carefully put your favorite blanky over him and lay your best stuffy next to him to protect your daddy in his sleep.

Whit a gentle kiss on his cheek you wish him alllll the good dreams 🥺

missing Baba

masterlist

18+

wc: 1170 words

warnings: fluff. baby is whiny because they miss baba so much. written on my phone

a/n: WAAAAA MY FIRST REQUEST😭🫶💥🥰💫❤️🥹 i really hope you like this🫂

pairing: stucky x gn!little!reader (Dada = Steve, Baba = Bucky, Daddies = both Steve and Bucky)

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“Honey, I need both of my hands to cut the strawberries,” Steve sighed.

You whined and pouted some more before realizing that you weren’t going to get your way this time: your dada is one of the most stubborn men on the planet. You let out a huff and dropped Steve’s hand before walking behind him and smooshing your face to his back and clinging onto his shirt.

Steve continued his fruit preparation with his sniffling baby hanging onto him like a barnacle. Normally he’d scold you for being whiny, but you’d been having a difficult week. Bucky had to leave for a last minute mission. It was so last minute that you didn’t know about it until he was gone. You fell onto the floor in a heap of tears when you woke up and found out. Steve said Bucky gave you a kiss goodbye while you were sleeping, but that only made you cry harder. Why didn’t they wake you up? Now, your Baba was gone for an indefinite period of time and you couldn’t even call him.

Steve finished chopping and placing the last of his fruits into containers for the fridge. He might have a clingy baby on his hands, but he’s still doing his meal prep. He shuffled over to wash the dishes with you hanging onto him. When that was done, he let you hold his hand again and help him put the fruit into the fridge.

“How about we call it an early night? You wanna sleep in Dada and Baba’s bed again?”

You nodded and followed Steve to the bathroom to change into pajamas and brush your teeth.

Your dada helped you get comfortable under the covers before sliding into the other side himself. “Do you want a bedtime story, sweetness?”

You shook your head and buried yourself into his shirt like before.

“Honey, I know you miss Baba but he’ll be back. He always comes back. Pouting and whining won’t make him come home sooner. And if you think about something other than how much you miss your Baba, the time will fly by and before you know it he’ll be home again.”

This was more or less the same spiel he’d given you a few times this week. It didn’t resonate with you then, but you were willing to give it a chance now. You were tired of being sad. You released your iron grip and looked at Steve.

“Can we read if you gibe a mouse a cookie? Please?”

Steve smiled and kissed your forehead. “Of course.”

Two books later, you and Dada conked out. You both slept so deeply that you missed the text notifications from Bucky on Steve’s phone. He had finished the mission and was on the way home.

𓏲 ࣪₊♡

Bucky sprinted off the quinjet. He put off doing his debrief for another day because he missed you and Steve so much. This mission was the longest one he’d been on since your little family got together, and not getting to say a proper goodbye to you made his heart ache so much more.

He finally made it to the apartment and placed his duffel bag on the floor. It was only 10pm but your home was silent. While it was past your bedtime, he could usually hear Steve either doing chores, flipping through a book, or drawing in his sketchbook. Quietly, Bucky made his way through the apartment to find his husband and baby.

After seeing your empty room, he went next door to his and Steve’s room. His heart caught in his chest at the sight he was greeted with. Steve was laying on his back, one arm flung out and the other curled around your back. You were sleeping with half your body on Steve’s and one of your hands gripped onto his shirt, no doubt leaving a pattern of wrinkles. A couple of books were placed haphazardly on the bed as if you fell asleep halfway through reading and kicked the books away in your sleep.

Bucky chuckled at the sight and snuck a photo. He didn’t want to wake either of you, so he tiptoed out of the room and shut the door. The exhaustion from this mission was catching up to him, so he flopped onto the couch and fell asleep, tac gear and all.

When morning came, you were the first to wake up. You rubbed your eyes, frustrated at the sun for shining in the most inconvenient spot. Eventually, you got up and padded to the kitchen for a snack before breakfast. Still rubbing your eyes, you almost missed the figure on your couch. You gasped and then covered your mouth, waking Baba was like poking a sleeping bear sometimes.

The couch didn’t look very comfortable to sleep on, especially the way Bucky was doing it with all those straps and belts digging into him. You went to your bedroom and grabbed your softest blankie and Ellie the elephant. You tiptoed back to Bucky and placed Ellie in his arms and the blankie over both of them, holding your breath the whole time. You tried using all the sneaky strategies auntie Nat taught you. She didn’t tell you to leave a kiss on your target’s cheek, but it felt right.

With phase one of welcoming Baba home completed, you moved into phase two: making him a welcome home drawing.

𓏲 ࣪₊♡

Steve woke up with a big yawn and a stretch. He was surprised that you weren’t in bed, but not worried. He was happy to see some of your independence coming back. He quickly got ready for the day and picked up his phone to check his emails. He practically sprinted through the hallway when he saw his texts.

“Bucky? Buck, are you home?”

Bucky groaned before half-heartedly sticking a hand in the air. “On the couch.” He wasn’t quite ready to get up so he snuggled into his oddly shaped pillow.

Steve laughed when he finally saw his partner. “So I assume the position for your cuddle buddy is already taken?”

“Huh?” Bucky blearily looked up at Steve and then down at the plastic eyes gazing into his soul.

Steve leaned down to kiss Bucky, interrupting the staring contest. “Glad to have you back, Sergeant.”

Bucky gave a crooked smile. “Glad to be back. Although it looks like one of you is more considerate of my need for sleep.”

Steve opened his mouth to tease back but was cut off by a shout and the sound of running on the hardwood floor.

“Baba! You awake!” You ran to give Bucky a hug.

“Hi, little baby. Thanks for sharing Ellie and your blankie.”

“Made you a card too, Baba!” You ran back to your bedroom and your daddies heard the sound of something falling and a small oof.

Their eyes widened in panic.

“I’m okay!” you shouted.

“I’m gonna supervise,” Steve said, already making his way down the hall.

Bucky relaxed back into the couch. It was good to be home.

[lanadelreyscokewhor3]

Can I request something cheesy for Bucky x reader? Reader is staying in his room for the night because he's having nightmares. "I'm falling in love with you Bucky." "Don't play with me doll" "Who said I was playing?" And they kiss half asleep. Maybe in the morning Steve is smiling like a jackass because he knew they'd get together.

this is so cute i cry. waaaaa

CAN I KISS YOU?- J.B BARNES

Pairing: Best Friend! Bucky x Fem! Reader (College AU)

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: none really other then some petnames, and mentions of smoking weed. lots of fluff but hints of sexual tension mkay mkayy

Ring! Ring!

Your phone sounded from under the blankets, the shrill noise waking you from your grogginess. You moaned, hand smacking the covers as you were blinded, face smushed in the pillow from when you were crying.

Your cheeks were sticky, eyes swollen as you had cried yourself into a state of sleepiness, just on the brink of unconsciousness before your phone had gone off.

You finally had found it, eyes adjusting to the dim light of the room your roommate had left on before she left, when she had snuck into your room to steal the lipgloss you had begged her not to.

“Hello?” you croaked out, voice laced with sleep as your rubbed your tired eyes.

“Kitty cat? Are you okay? I’ve tried calling you for a while now.” Your best friend Bucky asked, concern evident as you sat up fully. “Yeah, yeah I’m so sorry I was asleep. Is everything okay?”

“Just missed you. Can't sleep.” he sighed, and you could tell he was having his nightmares again. They happened nearly every night, and you did everything in your power to help him.

Weekly sleepovers were the routine for the pair of you, and honestly- nothing sounded better than being in his arms right now.

“You want me to come over Bucko?” you cooed gently, shuffling out of bed, watching as his oversized sweater slouched down past your knees.

“You know I do. But isn't Julia with you?” he asked, knowing that when your roommate was over she tended to want to do things with you, like take you out. You much rather stay in the comfort of your dorm, or his and Steves than go out and drink until your legs no longer functioned.

“No um- she left. Went to a party…again.” you huffed, opening your nightside table drawer to garb two bags of chamomile tea for when you went over. “You didn't want to go?”

“I never want to go. My idea of a good time is being with you or smoking weed in my room. Or those two things, together.’ He laughed at your truthful answer, knowing deep down you were right.

You hated big groups and gatherings, trying to avoid them the best you could. Sometimes, you'd go- just to make Julia happy. Tonight though, you couldn't. You didn’t have the energy, and you were tired of feeling used.

“I’ll be over in five.” you smiled, feeling slightly better already that you'd be seeing him soon. The man who always made you feel better when you were down, who looked after you as you did with him.

The man you were in love with.

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“Knock knockity knock knock!” you sang out softly, twisting the knob open to Bucky and Steve's door, poking your head in. You shuffled inside, tote bag filled with goodies brushing against the doorframe as you surveyed the little common room.

Steve waved at you from the little kitchenette, slipping his headphones off. “There she is!” he smiled, watching as you tossed your bag up on the counter beside him.

“Back again for more.” you teased, grabbing the tea packets, Steve switching the flicker on the kettle as he had done so many times before. “Did you bring more goodies this time?” he asked, leaning against the counter, arms crossed over his chest as he watched you with amusement as you struggled to grab the cups at the top shelf.

“I brought my weighted neck thingy I thought would help him this time. The tea- of course, and some late-night snacks.”

“Anything I can snag?” he asked, riffling through your bag before he stopped on a bag of cheese crackers. He tilted his head in an asking manner, and you nodded, watching him pocket the bag.

“God bless your soul Y/N.” he sighed, kissing the top of your head before he made his way over to his bedroom. “Goodnight stinker.” you whispered, making him laugh as he shut the door behind him.

You listened to the kettle whistle, the steam emerging from the top as you poured the hot water into the mugs. You hummed a little tune to yourself as you hiked your bag up your shoulder, balancing the drinks in hand as you walked slowly on the old hardwood, so it wouldn't creak in the night.

“Bucko?” you called out, seeing the door hand twist, his large figure appearing from the doorway. “Hi pretty kitty.” he smiled, dimples appearing as he opened the door, shooing you in quietly.

“I come bearing gifts.” you smiled, holding up the mugs before setting them down on his dresser. You took in his room, one you had been in many times before but couldn't get enough of.

You had helped him decorate it when the two of you moved into residence, transforming the dark and shabby shell of a room into something of a comfort. Posters dotted the walls, framed photos, candles and stacks of books, and his sketches surrounded the area, making you smile.

“You know you don't have to bring stuff every time you come over. Your company is plenty.” he shook his head with a smile, watching as you unloaded the snacks and comforts from your bag.

“You're telling me you don’t want… Mini Eggs?” you asked teasingly, shaking the bag in front of his face before he snatched it from you.

“Well duh. But doesn't the chocolate kinda cancel out the tea?” he asked, popping the bag open as he tossed a little blue egg in his mouth. “I don’t really care 'cause they taste good.” you shrugged in response, taking a sip of the piping hot tea, humming in delight as it warmed your insides.

“Very true.” he agreed, the old bed creaking as he plopped back onto it, resting his head on one of the many pillows, looking up at the fairy lights.

“Oh! I almost forgot-” You rummaged through your bag, pulling out the weighted shoulder pads. “I know you like your weighted blanket and you said your shoulders had been acting up so I brought this.” you smiled, skipping over to him as you sat beside him in bed, sliding it on him.

“Oh thank you kit. You're such an angel to me.” he blushed, kissing your hand gently. “Of course silly. Anything for you.” you said, snuggling into bed, not noticing the blush that deepened across his cheeks at your words.

“Hey kitty?”

“Yea?” You looked up at him, head resting on his shoulder as he held you closer. “Were you crying earlier? Your eyes are swollen.”

You looked down, not wanting to meet his gaze anymore. He had you figured out. He always did.

Damn him and his superhuman ability to read you like an open book.

“Maybe.”

“Hey, hey we don't have to talk about it. It doesn't matter why it matters that you did. And I’m really sorry for that kit.” he tilted your head up with his thumb, brushing your cheek.

“I’m here, okay? Always.” You sniffled, feeling the tears starting to brew again. ‘Thank you Bucky. Really.”

“Besides, you're too pretty to cry anyways.” he teased, making you laugh as he wrapped a soft, fuzzy blanket around your frame. “And you're too pretty to have sleeping problems.” you snorted, patting his bicep gently.

“Pfft. Yeah, I guess so eh?” he sighed, an arm wrapped around you as his hand stroked your back in a repeating, soothing motion. “It's okay. We can just eat snacks and cuddle away our problems.”

“Cause our problems fuckin suck.” he agreed, watching as you clung to his sleep shirt- an old band tee he had thrifted with you months ago.

“They really do. But we have each other.” you acknowledged, watching the clock's hands tick by on the wall. There was a kiss placed to your head and you smiled as he breathed in your lavender shampoo. “That we do doll. That we do.” he murmured, sleep laced in his voice as you closed your eyes.

You were groggy, muscles relaxing under his touch as you breathed in his comforting smell. You listened to his breaths, feeling the rise and fall of his chest as he fell deeper into relaxation.

It was then you decided to take the leap you had been wanting to take for years now. When the two of you were safe, and no one could harm you. Not even your own ego if it was wounded- you were too sleepy to care.

“ Hey Buck? I think I’m falling in love with you. Fallen- I mean.” You felt the bed shift as he peered down at you, shock written clear as day across his face.

Shock and well… Was that a hint of giddiness in his eyes?

"Don't play with me doll" he laughed half heartedly, as if this was a joke to you. “Who said I was playing? I’m serious.” you said sleepy, nails digging into his shirt as you clung to him tighter.

You were scared to let go, to leave his eyes. You were swallowed in their depth as he took you in, a blush back on his cheeks.

“ Serious?”

“Serious.”

He hummed to himself, as if he were thinking it though. “Okay.” was all he replied, a sly smirk on his face as he nuzzled back into his pillow with a yawn.

“Okay? That's all I get is an okay?”

“Yup.” he popped the p, his favorite thing in the whole wide world was to get under your skin and tease you. You grumbled incoherently, tugging the blanket over your shoulders.

It was several moments before you heard his voice again, and you perked up immediately. “Kit?”

“Yeah?” You waited, watching as he chewed on his lip.

“Can I kiss you? Ya know… like what all best friends do?”

You were stunned.

Yes. Yes yes, this is all I have ever wanted for years please Bucky, please kiss me with those beautiful, soft pink lips of yours, so your stumble scratches my skin slightly please.

Instead, you were quiet, jaw dropped to the floor. You couldn't speak, so you did the only logical thing you could think of. A hand snaked out to capture his jaw, thumb brushing his chin as you leaned in, lips attaching to his.

He tasted of mint and a sweetness that drove you wild, made your head spin as you heard his breath hitch. It was sweet and tender, yet lazy as whispers of sleep was exchanged between the two of you.

His teeth nibbled on your lower lip, tugging on it as you broke apart, as if Bucky wasn't ready to let you go quite yet. His eyes met your own with a look of hunger as he sucked, leaving your lip slightly swollen.

“So that happened.” you breathed, unable to leave his trance, watching that boyish grin you loved so much appear on his face. “That happened. Are you happy that it happened?” he asked as you snuggled back into his chest.

“Yes. Yes I am.”

And that was that.

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The smell of bacon and fresh eggs on the stove woke you from sleep, the comforting scent reminding you of Saturday mornings at your mother's house.

You sighed happily, knowing today was going to be a good day. You had no classes today, and you knew Bucky was free until his 8pm class.

The bed when empty when you stretched, yet the warmth of Bucky's body heat still remained on the sheets. Water spraying from the showerhead trickled from the bathroom, a yawn escaping you as you glanced at the clock on his bedside table.

8:48.

You were proud of yourself for not sleeping in until the late afternoon, knowing you'd be able to snag Steve's breakfast when it was still fresh.

You slid out from under the blankets, snagging a pair of fluffy socks from Bucky's drawer. Hobbling over, you balanced as you slid theme on, Steve's eyes watching you as you shuffled out the door.

“What?” you asked, watching as he just smiled, moving the egg around with his spatula as he whistled a tune.

“Oh nothin.”

“Nothin?” you questioned, confused about why he was acting as if he were a first grader with a secret he refused to tell you at recess.

“You just look… glowy. That's all.”

“Ah yes that smooth, silky pregnancy glow.” you teased, sliding up on the barstool as Steve tossed you a fresh blueberry from the basket beside him.

You caught it in your mouth, humming in delight as the sweet juices exploded in your mouth, sparking up your taste buds. It was then your stomach rumbled, anxious to have some food put in it.

“You know what I mean. So.. who made the first move?” he smiled, giddy as he turned to face you, letting the bacon simmer. “Who said there was a first move?”

“Uh, the look in your eyes. And the fact you literally cannot stop smiling, and it's a semi- decent time for you to be up. smiling.”

You rolled your eyes, knowing damn well he was right. It was true- you couldn't stop smiling. A feeling of happiness seemed to bloom in your chest at the actions that were portrayed last night, an afterthought that refused to leave.

“If you give me another berry- I’ll tell you. M’starving.”

“Kitty made the first move. Begged me to kiss her.” Bucky's voice called from the bathroom, the door now wide open as he stepped out, towel wrapped around his waist.

You forced your jaw to stay clamped shut, though all it wanted to do was fall to the ground as he made his way to you, water droplets still clung to his shoulders. It was nothing you hadn't seen before, Bucky's 6’4, toned body something you had pictured many times.

But now, it was different. How- you didn't know, but it was somehow.

“I did not! You asked me!” you exclaimed, shock written on your face as Bucky opened the fridge, stray water continuing to drip on the hardwood.

“She was all over me dude. I have never seen a girl so head over heels.” he smirked, making Steve laugh. Steve knew damn well Bucky was talking about himself, as Steve had told you many times Bucky had a thing for you.

You were just too scared to act on anything… until last night.

“He asked me. Swear on my life.”

“Yeah, yea yea you kissed. I told you so.” Steve grinned, Bucky’s eyes meeting yours, noticing as you (tried to) indirectly check him out for the millionth time. “You told no one so.”

“Did so.”

“Did not.” you and Bucky bickered back together, Steve's eyes rolling in response.

“If you keep fighting me I’m eating all this food myself.” Steve replied, making you laugh.

“Touche man. Tou fuckin che.”

[makemake22]

Heart To Heart

like, literally, duh

I saw many headcanon about this. And even some people who write this. So here we go.

body gore, Law heart was outside his body because of his devil fruit

Anyway, thanks for @nina-ya and all hc who makes some Law take out YN heart. But, we also need Law take his own heart out so we can tease it, yes?

It was late at night, you ask a question that has been on your mind to your boyfriend, aka Law. You always saw him take enemies heart off, how he clench their heart, bring out pain. You can't help but wondering...

"I am curious," You said, Law who was on his chair, reading his medical journal, tilt his head to the side.

"What does it feel like holding organ on your hand," You looked at your own palm, remembering and trying to imitate the feel of cube. A cube of heart on her hand.

Law on the other hand, didn't looks enthusiastic on the idea. His steel eyes still staring into the journal.

"Not so interesting," he said. You whine and rolled on his bed. Looking at your boyfriend upside down.

"Come on, Law, tell me," You pouted. "Does it feel weird? Does it something makes you jump or something? Or feel disgust by it?"

"YN..." He sighed and closed the journal. When you ask, if he didn't give an answer, or a satisfying answer, you're gonna keep asking even in the middle of chores. Law slam his hand into his face, you lucky he was your boyfriend. Because if you were Penguin or Shachi, Law would teleported them outside his room.

Law stand up, you looked at him with spark in your eyes. Will he finally answer?

"why not try it yourself?" He smirk. Before you could question it, he summon Room and on both of your palm, there was a cube.

"WAAAAA!" You throw it upward from surprise, Law face gone pale. But luckily after several attempt to throw it around, you manage to capture it.

"Urgh!" Law clench his chest, one of his knees drop to the ground. His eyes half lidded, almost glaring at you.

You gulped and looked at him with worry. You accidentally hold it a bit too hard. "S-sorry! I am holding it too hard," You immediately caressing the heart cube, giving shiver to the tattooed man.

You are confused when his heart suddenly beats quite fast. You looked at him. His hat overshadowed his eyes so you couldn't see him.

"Y-yeah, it's fine," Law said. He still clenches his chest just in case. Trying to not let his voice crack. He acts normal like usual. He stands up and pulls his chair. Law sit down and lean against the chair. The tanned man trying to calm down.

"Are you sure? Your heart---"

"I am fine, YN. Just, stop asking."

His word makes you quiet. Law slowly build his composure and his heart beat normally. You look at it and sigh, seem he really fine.

While you are at it, you trying to feel the heart. It's quite weird, holding your boyfriend heart like this. Slowly, your lips gone into a smile.

Trying to not think about him. You know how trust is sacred to him. It takes months for Law to reveal his past to you. That's also after Doflamingo was defeated.

He tells you about his sister, his parent and Corazon. You glad he opened up to you back then.

But this is another level.

You can't hurt him with that information. Sure, you can spill the information to Marine or someone else. But they're gone. Dead.

But this thing?

If this falls into the wrong hand, the life of Trafalgar law, Surgeon of Death aka Captain of The Heart is easy to end. If this fall into Doflamingo hand, he easily enslaved him.

Just like how Law sold 100 pirate hearts to Marine, he's gonna be a puppet to Marine if this fall to them. Something that Law despises, being a puppet.

Thump... Thump...

His heart beat again, you chuckled. This not gone unnoticed by him.

"What's so funny?" he glared but not to scare you.

"Nothing, it's just... just for sake answering my question, you took your own heart. Not mine,"

Law stunned. You also stunned at him. Does this mean that he does this out of instinct? He doesn't think two steps ahead?

Your boyfriend makes lots of surprises. In a good way.

"I glad you trust me, Law," you smirk. Your thumb now caressing his heart. It earn shiver from him. "I know i said that more than once, but i really glad you did."

Law didn't say anything. You know his ears red, judging by how he tilt his hat downward. Maybe his cheeks also gone red, you don't know.

His heart was in the cube. The cube are soft and jelly. And no, it doesn't make you hungry. You won't bite it anyway, it grosses you out. You might get dream about this if you did have a little bite---

"Don't. Even. Think. About. It."

You looked at him, glaring dangerously. Damn, he seem know what you were thinking to give that eyes.

"I don't think anything," you said as you chuckle. "Anyway, since you give me your trust, i suppose it's good to reward you,"

Before Law could say anything, you lean into the cube. Give a peck right on the middle of the heart.

Thump! Thump!

Damnit, why now... Law cursed under his breath as his heart beating faster at your gesture. His cheeks are heated and he can feel his ears also gone red.

He immediately look away and pulled his hat even lower. You notice the gesture and chuckle.

"Now, should i shower your heart with my kisses?"

[doieslove]

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37. “Lie to me then.”

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You gulped. You couldn’t do this. You really couldn’t do this. Not for another thirty minutes, at least. You had no idea how Donghyuck convinced you to surprise your boyfriend like this. The tank top you were wearing had started to stick to your back as you crouched in the cramped cardboard box.

Through the barrier, you heard muffled voices and music pass you as people walked by. Before the party had started, Donghyuck helped you into a huge present disguised as a gaming chair box with a bow. The box was up to your shoulder so you had no other choice than to crouch on your knees while the party went on around you. For hours. Luckily you had gone to the bathroom before getting in, but it was scorching. Every breath you took only added to the stuffiness in the trap you were held in. You reached into your back pocket to grab your phone. You really couldn’t take it anymore.

you: can jaemin open his present now?

you: i’m dying in here

donghyuck: in a minute. he’s downing a bunch of shots right now

you: wtf why??

donghyuck: uh it’s his graduation party? duh

You rolled your eyes. If it wasn’t for the surprise you would’ve strangled Donghyuck with your own hands by now.

you: i know that idiot

you: but jaemin hates alcohol

donghyuck: oh yeah

donghyuck: says he misses you

donghyuck: “she’s been at work all day waaaa she hasn’t call me yet waaaaa”

You couldn’t help but soften despite Donghyuck’s taunts. You had taken two planes to make it to Jaemin’s house in time for his party. After the last of your finals finished, you made the excuse of working a double shift so you couldn’t text or call him all day. You couldn’t shake how disappointed he sounded when you called him earlier that day.

—

“I’m really sorry Jaemin,” you said, packing your suitcase quietly so he couldn’t hear. “They had no one to cover for tonight so I’m their last hope.”

“I know,” he whined. You could imagine the pout on his lips. “It’s just not fair. I wanted to facetime you the whole party. So it was like you’re here with me.”

You had bit your lip, trying so hard not to blurt the surprise right then and there.

“You’re so cute,” you said. “Just use your imagination. Imagine me there with you.”

“Lie to me then.”

“What?” you asked, confused. “Lie?”

You froze. Did he guess the surprise that easily?

“Lie and say that you’re coming to my party. That way I can imagine you there,” he said quietly. You smiled softly. Little did he know.

“I’ll see you at your party, Jaemin. I’ll have to take two flights if I left right now, but I’ll be there,” you truthfully said, unbeknownst to your boyfriend.

He chuckled sadly on the other line. “I really wish you were, baby. I miss you so much.”

If you weren’t in the middle of packing to see him right now, you would’ve started crying. Long distance was a bitch and you were so incredibly lucky you had someone like Jaemin. Who endlessly loved you no matter how far apart you were.

“I miss you too. So much” you said, desperately fighting the urge to just tell him you were actually coming to him. You hated seeing him so sad. But you knew Donghyuck would kill you. Weeks of planning destroyed all because Jaemin was sad. The same boy who made you watch Inside Out with him three times and cried every single time.

“I’ll let you get ready for work now,” Jaemin said after a beat of silence. “Don’t be late.”

“Okay,” you said, zipping up your suitcase. This was real. You were seeing you boyfriend again after months apart. It felt like a dream. “I love you Jaemin.”

“Love you too.”

—

donghyuck: okay we’re coming now

You almost cried in relief. You were finally getting out of this prison, but more importantly you were finally going to see Jaemin. You couldn’t wait to see his shellshocked expression when you jump out of the box.

You made out Jaemin’s voice coming closer.

“You didn’t even wrap it, Hyuck. I know it’s a gaming chair, why do I have to open it now?”

“So we can test it out! You’re gaming set up is finally complete thanks to me. I spent a fortune on this!”

You cracked a smile. What Donghyuck said was actually true. You both had spent a fortune on this. Airline tickets didn’t come cheap during the summer. You were beyong thankful Donghyuck had offered to pay for half of everything.

When Jaemin didn’t respond, you hear the two scuffle over something.

“Give me my phone back!” Jaemin shouted.

“She’s at work, Jaemin! She’ll call you later,” Donghyuck argued. “Just open the box.”

You held in your laughter as best you could.

“Stupid gaming chair, didn’t even need one, stupid Hyuck.” Jaemin grumbled followed by the telltale sound of cardboard opening.

With a flash of blinging light and a breath of fresh air you got up from your crouch and stood straight up, surprising Jaemin, who take a step back with a yelp.

There were cheers from everyone and in a split second his arms were around you.

“You’re here! You’re actually here!”

You let out the loudest laugh. After weeks of secrets you finally could tell him, could hold him.

He was jumping now, his arms still wrapped firmly around you like he was afraid you weren’t real. He lifted you off the ground and out of the box to hold you even closer.

“Everyone, she’s here!” Jaemin shouted in pure joy, so different than the tone he had on the phone with you earlier. People cheered again and there were claps everywhere.

Jaemin pulled apart only far enough to hold your face with both hands to look at you in the eyes. You didn’t know what to expect but you definitely didn’t expect tears streaming down his face. It didn’t matter because in the next moment you were crying too.

He leaned in and kissed you with so much passion and love, your heart melted into a puddle in the middle of your chest. He buried his head in the crook of your neck and cried. As you carded fingers through his hair, you spotted Donghyuck who was jumping with delight.

“We did it! We got him!” he smiled, with a shine in his eye. “I can’t wait to get him again next time.”

You laughed and high-fived him. You hoped next time wouldn’t be for a long, long while.

[vulgarvixxen]

Bless your followers with more long Patton. 🙏 mayhaps a bit of him going deep. 😳

I gotcha fam 🖤

Full of Feelings

Warnings: 18+ only, sexual encounters, clothed sex, hand-jobs, spit-roasting, cum eating, blow-jobs, Remus eats something unusual

A new normal had settled upon the Mindscape, it was not unusual to see Patton walking around in sheer or transparent clothing throughout the day. There were more family nights now too, everyone taking turns to have Pat sit in their lap. Being able to take in that beautiful cock and Patton being happy to accept touches had boosted everyone’s moods and relations were mending, the world was healing.

Movie night had them all on the couch watching a cheesy RomCom, Patton had pulled Janus close with a “it’s a little chilly” as an excuse to cuddle. They were at the second sexually tension scene and by now Jan sat fulling on Pat’s lap. That’s when a thick pressure grinded up against Janus’s ass, coupled with a needy whine from behind him. Subtlety Janus pushed back to increase the friction, loving the way he could feel Pat from his ass to his base. They humped for the rest of the movie, picking up speed close to the end and finishing when the light came on. Janus came so hard that if he hadn’t been wearing briefs it would have been audible, the cum from Patton soaks through to his skin making the clothing even more soiled. The others stare with hungry eyes but say nothing. “Thanks Jay-bird, I’m a lot warmer now.”

During an idea session Remus and Roman argued over the placement of some jokes, it was loud and Virgil was getting a headache from the noise. He was about to just leave when Patton took his and guided it to his barely concealed erection, Virgil tilted his head until Patton started to rub a palm against Virgil’s crotch. Oh! The pair tuned out the twins and focused on slowly jerking each other off. Eventually the twins shut up and watched the lovely show in front of them. Once Virgil came he put more effort into bringing Patton to completion…the meeting table had to be cleaned but Virgil didn’t have a headache anymore.

Logan wanted to be filled, he had gone to Remus for help but the usual tentacles in his anus were not cutting it. He was about to ask Remus to stop when Patton walked past the, unintentionally left opened, door. The father side popped his head in and the pair stopped, “Lo-Lo are you alright? You feel kinda sad.” Patton asks, Remus looks at the logical side with panic but is waved off. “Just need a little …more.” “Maybe I can help!” And that is how Logan ends up spit-roasted on three tentacles in his anis and Patton’s cock in his mouth, full and content. (He continued to be full and content from all the cum and mucus-slime he had taken too.)

Roman was making Patton a new robe but he wanted this one to hug the heart’s body unlike the ones before that were flowy so he needed Pat’s measurements. He had the arms, chest, and hips now he needed length and inseam. Length was just an inch longer than Roman himself and inseam waaaaas “Ro that tickles, if you wanted to touch you just had to ask!” The heart laughs as he runs a hand through Roman’s hair, and Roman can’t help it when he sighs and leans into the touch. The project is set aside as Roman and Patton exchange heated touches, sweet kisses, and grinding hips until they both spill all over Roman’s outfit. He doesn’t mind continuing his work in the nude, not if it’s for Patton.

Thomas was out on a date and Patton was feeling all those extra feelings and hormones at full blast. He was about to try taking a cool shower to ease the heat boiling in his guts but just as he was about to get up Remus entered the room. The darker creativity stopped abruptly and sniffed the air like a hunting dog, turning to look at Patton with a queasy smile, “does daddy dearest need a hot hole to fill? Cause I got several!” Remus says with a cackle. Patton is so happy that Remus is showing his caring side for a change, “sure kiddo! Take me however you feel most comfortable with!” With a snap Re is on his knees and pouring ranch!? Flavored lube onto Pat’s cock and sucking it down his throat like a slurpy. It doesn’t take awfully long with the strong suction and tight, warm squeeze for Remus to be swallowing Patton’s large load of cum. He licks his lips, kisses Pat, and skips away happily. The fatherly side giggles as he watches the other leave, he likes this new normal.

[bambuwu-writes]

Oh dear, I just saw you are opened for requests and honestly, I would love if you could do, when you have time, a Tsuzuru x reader just general domestic fluff?💕 Tsuzuru wasn't exactly cooperative in the last event so my dose of him is low. Thank you so much in advance love and hope you have a wonderful day! 💕

This was fun to write and I think they turned out cute! I wasn't really sure where to go with a fic or a drabble, so I stuck with hcs! Hope you like them!!! Have a lovely day/evening!!

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-I think y’all would probably have a list of chores on a whiteboard somewhere and you can just add and erase as things get done. Since he probably had a chore allotment system with his brothers, he’ll find it easier to get things done if he has them all laid out like that

-Speaking of chores!! *cleaning wizard* He can probably cook lots of simple dishes easily bc he made them for his lil bros, so you guys make stuff like oyakodon together! Tsuzu also seems to be the type to fervently insist on cleaning as you cook, but its still fun!

-When cooking, if he cuts a vegetable perfectly he’ll smile to himself as a kinda internal ‘yess!’

-When writing he might read lines out loud to you asking if that ‘sounds like something a real person would say??’ bc when he gets into writing his rational brain is gone babeyy

-If he’s been sitting at his desk for too long and overworking himself, brush his hairrrr im begging youuuu, he might just fall asleep right there

-U are resident sweater thief, this is non debatable

-He is resident blanket thief!!! (leftover instincts from sharing a bed with his brothers)

-Back hugs in the morning while u pour out coffee/tea waaaaa

[lemonlushff-iy]

One Last Ride - Part 1 

"Godfuckingdamnit! Don't you do this to me you fucking piece of shit rental...We're so close! FUCK!"

This was not her day. Her flight had been delayed three hours, and when she finally landed in Montana, the rental car company only had the shitty, might-die-on-you-if-you-gave-it-the-wrong-look-esq cars left.

And.

Naturally.

The sedan she picked out was a lemon.

"Why here…" she whined, looking out at the land the fucking "rust bucket" (yeah whatever - it didn't have rust on it but it was still a piece of shit) had broken down in front of.

Takahashi Ranch.

This place brought back some bittersweet memories. It didn't look like it had changed much. Then again, she couldn't see the house from here anyways. She'd have to go at least another two miles first.

Still.

She knew this place like it was the back of her hand.

There had been a time even when she had almost thought—No!

Now wasn't the time to get sentimental and mopey.

Now was the time to try and figure out what the hell she was going to do. Takahashi Ranch was about ten miles away from her family's, but they were their closest neighbor.

She could walk it...but that was stupid.

Then again, so was looking for the main house here to ask for help. She had been hoping to avoid them, same as she always did when she came back home.

Well, maybe not them so much as him.

She sighed and got out of the car, kicking the wheel in the process out of sheer frustration at the smoke rising up from under the hood of her stupid lemon car. Nervously, she lifted the hood up and swore.

Oh yeah. The engine had overheated.

Fuck!

She did not have the time to be dealing with this...and with shitty cell phone reception, it's not like she could easily call her mom and tell her what had happened. Kagome bit her lip and looked up at the sky, trying to weigh her options.

1 - She could walk the ten miles to her house. It would take her about three hours and a hefty amount of change...but it would also spare her from her other option. Which waaaaas…

2 - She walk the two miles to the main house on Takahashi Ranch.

She honestly didn't know which one was worse. And if she hadn't been spending so much time debating them, she might have actually noticed that she wasn't exactly alone anymore.

"It is you…"

Kagome placed a hand over her heart, trying to calm its racing as she jumped and yelped in surprise before she turned to address her surprise...intruder? Guest? Acquaintance? Would have been lover? Almost husband?

It's hard to come up with a word to describe your childhood sweetheart and the love of your life...yet here she was, trying to do just that.

God he hadn't changed.

Inuyasha was still as handsome as ever.

Maybe that wasn't fair. He used to have a boyish charm to him. Now...now he was anything but "boyish". His jaw had sharpened over the years, much like the rest of his body - hardening with the hard work that came with being a cattle rancher. He hadn't shaved in a bit, and the lower half of his face was peppered with a fine stubble. It used to grow in patchy...that's just another thing that had changed with time...just like his eyes.

They used to be such a beautiful, warm golden color. Like honey. He could melt her with a look...had almost seduced her more than once with just his eyes and the purr of his voice. She could almost feel the slide of his fingers dipping below her pants to tease her...

Now, his eyes were cold. Hard. Just like his tone.

She took it that he was just as thrilled to see her as she was him.

The white horse he sat atop let out a snort, and his gaze softened a little, comforting the mare and rubbing her neck.

"There, there, Bessie," he soothed.

"Bessie? What happened to Suzzie?"

He shot her a dark look as if to say she should know better than to ask.

"It's been seven years, Kagome…"

Yes. It had been.

She should have known better. She loved that mare...He used to take her riding across the ranch on her. He would hold her so tight...keep her pressed firmly to his chest while Suzzie kept on, wind blowing through their hair. They'd stop once they got to the cliff and hop off, rolling around in the grass as he pinned her down and kissed her deeply.

Passionately.

But...that was before.

"I heard you mighta been comin’ back...didn't think ya actually would."

"Not welcome?" she asked raising her brow, crossing her arms over her breasts. He looked away from her, pained.

"Are you looking to be welcome, still?"

"This is still my home, Yash…"

"Don't call me that," he whispered, turning to look at her again. "We...we don't use those names anymore, got it?"

"Yeah. Sure…" she agreed.

Fuck why did this hurt so much? It was all in the past. It should be all in the past.

"How did you know I was here?" she asked, and he shot her a withering look, tapping his nose with a claw tipped finger.

"Pops and Sessh and me were out fixing the fence. I caught your scent in the wind. I thought I might have been crazy, but they said they smelled it too. Didn't think you'd stop here intentionally…"

He was certainly right about that.

"So you came to play the big ol' knight in shining armor?"

He arched a brow, smiling wryly as he gestured towards his dusty, muddy clothing.

"Only thing shining about me right now is my belt buckle, and even that's pushing it."

She couldn't help but laugh, and his face relaxed a little before his eyes saddened and hardened again.

"So...what's the problem?" he asked, nodding his head towards her broken down shit bucket.

"Engine overheated," she shrugged. "All the good rentals were gone already," she continued before he could ask and his tongue kissed his teeth in understanding.

"Mind if I look?"

"Knock yourself out," she encouraged, and he gracefully swung a leg around Bessie, stepping off of her like it was second nature to him. He hopped over the fence and came towards the car, and she suddenly found herself swallowing hard.

Why did it have to be so difficult? Why couldn't...why could it have never happened? Then maybe…

She shook her head and sighed, watching him silently appraise the ruins before them. He wore a white tank top, exposing his arms and his long silver hair had been pulled up and away from his neck into a bun to help keep him cool from the early summer heat and hard work repairing the fence.

She couldn't help but admire him as he looked over her car, before tipping his worn ten-gallon hat and wiped his brow with the back of his hand. Why did he still have to be so attractive? Why couldn't he have gone bald or gotten fat or developed some sort of skin condition?

She internally sighed and shook her head.

As a half demon, she didn't think any of those things were possible. At least not with Takahashi blood running through his veins.

"It's over heated alright. Only thing you can do is wait for it to cool and pour some water on it and pray it starts up again."

"Fuck," she moaned, rubbing her eyes with the heels of her palms, and when she looked back up, she saw him smirking at her. "What?"

"Nothin'," he shrugged, leaning his hip against the side of the car. "What do ya wanna do about it, Kagome?" he asked, raising a brow.

"What do you mean "what do I want to do about it?"? I have to do just what you said."

"Yeah," he agreed. "But I mean am I taking you to your Mom's, or are you gonna come back with me?"

Oh God…

Neither was a good option. But she loved his mother almost as much as she loved her own…

"Guess I'm going back with you."

Inspired by @clearwillow‘s “New Moon Ride”. I tried to hold out until March 14th...that went really well for me. 

Let me know if we want tags! I’m hoping to hold off on the rest until then. 

[kittystargen3]

Or:  https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13534569/1/Return-of-the-Survivors

I had a dream about this and had to start it.  Please read it and go to one of the linked sites and follow or subscribe to read more.  

Chapter 1 – Bedtime Stories

“Waaaaa-waaaaa” Baby Leia begins to cry.

Anakin rushes into the room, still rushing to throw on a robe. He knows he doesn’t have much time before…

“Wah-Wah” Baby Luke adds his cries to the chorus.

“Ooh” Anakin takes time to wipe the disappointment from his sleep addled brain. “Little one, lets see, you just ate. Do you need a change.” Anakin bent over to sniff the danger zone, and his face relaxed. “Nope. Oh I know what it is. He reached down to pick up baby Leia, knowing if he can get her to settle, Luke will soon follow suit. “We all know Babies need quiet to sleep. I only wished someone would tell that to the Force. I can feel it too, little one. It’s crying now, so many deaths in so short a time.” Anakin walks over to a rocking chair with Leia in his arms. As he talks to them the babies both begin to soothe. “I know it all may seem scary at this point, but if it wasn’t for that Force, you wouldn’t be here today.”

“It all began three years ago. I was with your mother, assigned to protect her, but I kept having these dreams. Dreams of your grandmother dying. I had to go. I had to find out. Don’t worry, I didn’t leave your mother behind. She came with me.” Anakin smiles at the baby. “When I made it to the Tusken Raider camp, and I saw the state she was in I wanted to kill every last one of them, I did. But then she opened her eyes, and I knew there would be no time for that. I picked her up and we managed to get back to the settlement in just enough time. She was badly injured, and bedridden for several weeks, but she recovered in the healer’s hands.” Anakin stopped to put the now sleeping baby Leia back into her crib. “Of course, I couldn’t stay there that long. I had to go fight in the First Battle of Geonosis, but we kept in touch.”

Anakin turned to discover baby Luke, still awake and fussing. He picked him up and went back to the rocker. “Obi-Wan and I had to rescue the then Chancellor Palpatine when he was captured over Coruscant. We managed to capture the Count Dooku at the same time. When we were up there Palpatine urged me to kill Dooku. I suppose that should have been my first clue of what was to happen, but I didn’t see it then. Not yet.”

“He didn’t last long in our custody, though. Dooku was assassinated soon after we handed him over. We never found out who, but now I believe Palpatine had him taken out to avoid him talking.”

“Though at the time I was a bit distracted. Your mother told me she was expecting you two. Well, we only knew about one of you at the time, but it was big enough news to shatter my senses for a while. Shortly after she told me, I started having dreams. They were like the ones I had about your grandmother, only they left me feeling helpless. It’s not like I could go rushing off to save her life, like I did before. I commed my mother to talk about the dreams that next morning. She promised she’d look into some things for expectant mothers and told me to have faith. The force wouldn’t show me that if there was nothing I could really do.”

“At the time Palpatine asked me to serve on the Jedi Counsel, as his representative. The Jedi wanted me to keep eyes on Palpatine because they were not trusting him completely. Boy, if I’d known what I know now, things would be different for you.” Anakin takes several breaths to calm his voice. “Palpatine told me that the Jedi were plotting against the Republic, and he tried to get me to distrust them. Then he told me about a Sith who discovered a way to cheat death. That should’ve been my clue, but at the time he was my friend. I didn’t want to suspect him of any wrongs.”

“It was only after this that he revealed himself to me. I ran off to inform the Jedi. It was the late Master, Mace Windu, who went after him. I wanted to join him, but he told me to stay in the temple instead. Said he felt in the Force that there was somewhere else I had to be. As I waited, I received a comm from your grandmother again. We talked again about the dreams. I told her the latest had Obi-Wan there during your mother’s labor pains.”

“Mother laughed at this. Said that was likely the issue. What does a Jedi know about delivering a baby. I brought up the stuff Palpatine had told me, about the Sith who cheated death, but she urged me not to do that. She reminded me that if that’s what it took, Padme would rather die. But she had another plan. She told me that she had reached out to the Tusken people again. To a group that doesn’t believe in using the radical methods the others do. One of them, she said, was a Tusken midwife who had experience in a lot of difficult births. She said they knew more about delivering a baby and supporting a mother than anyone in the Republic. It was then that I left the temple to get your mother to a ship and off to Tatooine as quickly as I could.”

“Before we were off we noticed smoke coming from the Temple, and I could feel the turmoil that you guys felt before. Your mother told me to go. Help who I could. She knew the way to Tatooine.”

“The temple had been raided by our own loyal army. Many there were killed. I barely got in unnoticed, and out with what few survivors I could find. Most of them children. That next morning, I found Masters Obi-Wan and Yoda trying to break into the temple again. I had to tell them there were none left alive. Palpatine was the Darth Sidious we had feared, and he likely killed Master Windu the night before. It seems he had all clone troopers ordered to kill any Jedi on sight, and he set a trap for them summoning them to return to the temple. Together we deactivated that message.”

“Then I got a comm coming through from my mother. Though Padme had made it to Tatooine, she was filled with worry. We hadn’t spoken since the previous night, when she sent me off into danger, and she was beginning to go into early labor from all the anxiety. Though I knew that Yoda was planning to confront Sidious, I couldn’t stay any longer. I left them and headed off to Tatooine.”

“When I got here, you little one, were near arrival. I rushed in and kissed your mother, then held her hand as she got another burst of energy. Out you came. Then two minutes later your sister came next.” Luke began to squirm and fuss. “Oh, don’t worry. You’ll learn to appreciate having a sister, one day.” Little Luke kept fussing, then Anakin wrinkled his nose.

“You didn’t. Did you?” He sniffed the diaper and made a worse face. He then got up and went to a changing table to do the deed. “Looks like someone needs a diaper change. So that’s how the force saved your lives, little ones. If I hadn’t saved your grandmother, she’d never have been able to save you two.” Anakin pauses with the bottle of white powder in his hands. A thoughtful expression on his face. “You know, I won’t be able to be around all the time. No, but when I am gone,” Anakin put three of his fingers up to point to his chest, “there will be a piece each of you in here.” Anakin glanced up to see Padme standing in the doorway to the nursery. “Always.”

[fandom-necromancer]

863. continuation

This was prompted by the lovely @aurea-b! This might be not as good as the usual. I was absolutely not up to writing today. I hope you enjoy it nonetheless!

Fandom: Detroit become human | Ship: Reed900

‘It’s okay now, just follow me. I’m leading you to the car and then we drive to the precinct to get you repaired, okay? You’ll be fine in no time!’ Gavin had led Nines through the deserted building as soon as Captain Allen had deemed it safe. Police was already swarming the place to secure evidence and take the few gang-members that had surrendered themselves outside to drive them off. Maybe Gavin had been expected to report what had happened. Maybe he was expected to stay and help. But nothing of all this mattered as he opened the door of his car for Nines and helped him get in.

The android was impossibly careful in his movements. He was insecure, depending on Gavin and his hands touching every object to map out his surroundings. Again, he was reminded just how easily even someone as confident and competent as Nines could be reduced to this. ‘All will be fine’, he repeated like a mantra, strictly keeping himself from thinking this might be more to calm himself down and less meant for the android. He hurried to enter the car himself and took his time to squeeze Nines’ hand encouragingly before driving off.

‘Hey, Nines? It’s good to see you again. I… I missed you a lot. What happened in there?’ The android opened his mouth to a bunch of static, until Gavin could make out words again. ‘I hacked a-a-a cooomputer. Thought I-I-I was aaaalooone. I waaaaas wroong.’ ‘Shit, Nines. I’m sorry’, Gavin said, looking at him for a second before concentrating on the road again. ‘I aaaam too.’ ‘I promise you, everything will be alright soon. Just hang in there.’ ‘Where aaaaare we now?’ ‘Just turned into the Grand River Avenue, it’s not far now. Just a few more minutes.’

They arrived at the precinct’s parking lot and Gavin helped Nines out of the car and into the bullpen. Of course, people were staring. It just took an angry gaze from the detective to make them mind their own business though as they moved towards the emergency technicians all police stations were now required to have present at all times. Nines trusted them more than the usual Cyberlife repair centre and Gavin had to agree. They had proved their worth countless times before and having them work in close proximity to them made them more a part of the force than a technician, even though they were Cyberlife personnel too.

‘Holy shit, they really did a number on you, Detective.’ ‘Niiiice to heeeeear you too, Daaaavid’, Nines spoke and even through the static one could hear the sarcasm. ‘Wooould be niiicer to see youuuu, so I-I-I kneeew where to punch.’ ‘Yeah, don’t worry, have I ever disappointed you? I’ll get you back to function in no time.’ Gavin stood by Nines’ side at the rig to help connect him to it and kept his mouth shut. People would only tease him more if they saw how worried he truly was. ‘Also I don’t want your partner here to take revenge should I fail.’ ‘Yeah, you better won’t, Gavin grunted, stepping back to watch the man walk up to Nines with a diagnostics-tablet. He hooked it up to the rig and typed away. ‘Okay, the good news: Most parts have just been disconnected, no major damage there. Bad news: I have to exchange a few wires, that will take a while. And I don’t have anything here to repair the damaged hull around the regulator. I can only get them around next week.’ ‘Just do what you can’, Gavin sighed and sat down, watching the technician nod and begin to get to work on Nines, who had entered stasis for the whole procedure. It was a bit unsettling to see him pull the optical units out to access the damage and repair it, before sliding it back in and get to the next part. It really took him some time; enough to let Gavin realise how tired he was. Too much had happened for a day and maybe it was okay to just close his eyes for a bit. Not fall asleep, but just… rest a little.

‘Detective.’ ‘Hmmm five more minutes, babe…’ ‘You are lucky that’s just me hearing it. Your colleagues would have used that as blackmail.’ ‘What the?’ Gavin was immediately awake, taking in the room and regretting moving this sudden. Falling asleep on a plastic chair wasn’t really the definition of comfortable or healthy, but apparently Gavin hadn’t cared. ‘Where the phck is Nines?’ ‘I’m here, Gav.’ The man flinched and turned around to see Nines back with his skin intact and very much looking at him with a fond smile. Thank god he was okay again. ‘I told David to let you sleep while I went to report to Fowler. I think we should go home now, shouldn’t we? I believe your bed is more comfortable than that chair.’ ‘Hmm? Oh, yes.  Coming.’

Nines was driving this time as Gavin slowly woke up completely. The android had been correct: All Gavin could really think of was his bed. And them both in it. God, it had been so long since they had last slept in the same damn bed. ‘Nines?’ ‘Yes Gavin?’ ‘No more undercover-missions, okay?’ Gavin couldn’t believe how tired he sounded – even to himself. ‘I really missed you. I was too worried. I couldn’t work, I couldn’t live without staring at these damn quarter-hour-texts. And I got like… no sleep.’ Nines chuckled at that, turning the music down a little to make speaking easier. ‘What happened to my Gavin “I don’t need a partner” Reed?’ ‘Well, I got partnered up with a phcking awesome machine, okay? I didn’t need a partner as there were only these pesky humans available.’ ‘Hmm-hmm. That’s why you threw a tantrum as Fowler introduced me?’ ‘Ah, forget it you idiot! Don’t you dare say I got soft. I’m absolutely manly!’ That just made Nines laugh. ‘Whatever you say, Gavin.’ It was silent for a moment, before Nines’ smile left his lips. ‘It was hard for me, too. I knew you were worrying about me. And I missed you knowing you were sitting at home all alone. I’ll talk to Fowler tomorrow and ask him about it. I don’t think I will never be gone again, but I will try to keep it to a minimum, okay?’ ‘That would be perfect. Or maybe I could accompany you next time. At least then I won’t be completely useless without you.’ ‘Aww, so it just needs me beat up for you to become the sappy one of us, huh?’, Nines teased. ‘If you continue like this, I will be the one beating you!’, Gavin was quick to answer. ‘Oh, come on. You couldn’t hurt me if you tried.’ ‘True…’

[etherian-affairs]

Mermista's Wild Ride.

This is a crackship roller coaster. It includes Merdak, Entrapdak, Mertrapta, and Perfume Weaver mentions.

Every section was written based on reaction to the previous section in the discord server I wrote this in. In real time!

Anyway buckle up.

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The Hordak esq creature was baring down on Mermista fast. Entirely too fast. She had also made the mistake of not noticing it over the other soldiers she was fighting. A rather large mistake. For a brief moment Mermista really thought she was going to finally bite it. Fear fills her in her final moments, real deep fear.

As the thing reared up its weapon, sneering at her, the Princess of Salineas finds an arm warp around her waste. With a yelp she's tugged to the side, and a large energy cannon attached to an armor encased arm is extended out. It hums with power for a moment, power that is suddenly unleashed.

The brutes arm is gone in a flash. Then there's another flash and the top half of its body is gone, simply erased from existence. The remains fall over lifeless.

Lord Hordak releases Mermista, she stumbles, wide eyed and staring up at the alien conquerer in shock and something else.

He looks serious, focusing on the battlefield as he releases the built up heat from his arm cannon. The flames of destruction that he himself has born during this engagement flicker in the backdrop to highlight him. Like a stoic god of war in an oil painting. "Are you alright?" He asks as he glances down at Mermista.

"Uh... Yeah... I'm good." Mermista feels a burning sensation crawl up her cheeks.

"Good. Pay more attention to your sorroundings moving forward." Hordak adds as he readies his weapon and fires on another target, returning to the fray proper as if this entire moment did not happen.

...

"Princess Mermista. You seem distracted." The voice jolts Mermista out of her daydreaming. Hordak is standing before her, quirking a brow at her surprise. When had he approached her? She had been watching him how could he have approached her without her noticing?!

Watching him for entirely Alliance related reasons of course.

"Oh. Yeah sorry. I've just been... Thinking about stuff." The princess tries to brush it off casually. He does not need to know anything about these nonsense feelings swirling inside of her mind.

Hordak nods, seeming to ponder that response before looking out from their campsite to the fields below. Visibly charred and broken from the battle earlier, even in the moonlight. "Indeed. There is much to think about. It seems we have Prime's forces on the run... For now. The use of heavy weaponry has closed the bottleneck of his armies entry."

"Yeah..."

"Still. If you cannot remain focused you should get rest while things are calm." Hordak notes, nodding to Mermista. "I can keep watch of this post while you do so, so do not worry."

Again heat flushes Mermistas cheeks. Why? He's just being a fellow soldier. Collected and calculating and thoughtful...

"Thanks. I think I will." Mermista tries to say casually. Taking a deep breath and heading to her sleeping roll. Best to sleep this off.

...

Burning cheeks? Easy to handle. A flutter in the chest when he brings her coffee in the mornings of their shared deployment? That can be pushed down. That slight pleasant burning in her core as he destroys the armies of their enemy? That's a fluke.

This though. This... Ache in her chest... This Mermista can barely stand. It's eating at her.

They've met back up with another group of Alliance soldiers. Specifically a group with Entrapta in it. It was immediate, the Princess of Dryl shouting "Hordak!" And literally leaping into his arms with a happy laugh.

And Hordak catching her.

The way they smile at each other. The way they nuzzle and give each other gentle loving kisses. The sheer... Apparentness of their love. The bottomless affection they seem to share. Even the way they immediately and seamlessly get to work together. As if they barely need to say anything to know each other's thoughts.

It hurts. Mermista hurts.

It doesn't help that Sea Hawk is here too. He's nice and she is fond of him but he does not currently mix well with these very problematic feelings.

"Oh Mermiiiistaaaa! The greatest soldier there ever waaaaas!" Sea Hawk sings at her side.

She groans and glowers. Pulling her eyes away from the happy lab couple working on bots nearby. "Please stop..."

She isn't sure who she's talking to at this point.

...

"Oh I can share." Entrapta says with a mischievous grin.

Mermista stammers. Actually stammers. How had it come to this? Sure she had been a tad surly and more flippant than usual but how had Entrapta of all people figured out what was going on? And why was Entrapta okay with it?! "yeah well... What about Hordak?"

Entrapta giggles. "Oh he's fine with it too. Watch!" She glances back. "Hordak!"

The Lord looks up from his maintenance of Emily. "Hmm?"

"Would you want to sleep with Mermista sometimes?" Entrapta asks. "It would help her morale!"

Mermista is beat red. Entrapta is shouting right now. Alliance soldiers are staring. This is awful. All Mermista can do is wait for Hordak to tell Entrapta no. That Entrapta is being ridiculous as she tends to do.

However Hordak just nods. "Very well. It will likely increase her battlefield efficiency if she has been desiring that."

Mermista gapes.

Some of the people listening in gape too.

...

"No!" Adora shouts. "No! No no no! No!"

Mermista is clutching her forehead. Beat red. Entrapta can be so loud and soldiers gossip and now everyone knows.

Everyone. Knows. The other Princesses, the entire army, probably Horde Prime himself.

"It's already... Weird! That Entrapta and Hordak are a thing!" Adora adds on to her exclaiming.

"Pretty sure that's rude!" Entrapta shoots back looking grumpy.

"It is." Hordak assures his wife. He's unbelievably calm.

Suddenly Sea Hawk let's out another loud sob. He has been doing that. "Mermista! I thought we HAD SOMETHING!!!" His eyes are red, filled with tears.

Mermista wants to die. Just bury her at sea right now.

Catra raises her hand from the crate she's sitting on. "To be fair to Mermista. Hordak IS hot."

"Catra No!" Adora screams in horror.

"I will not be sleeping with Catra, even if it won the war." Hordak notes mostly to Entrapta.

"Ouch." Catra fires back sarcastically.

This is all the worst.

...

"So let me get this straight" Queen Glimmer of Bright Moon looks over the assembled Etherian Alliance Ruling Council. "You have all called a council meeting to discuss... A moratorium on sleeping with Hordak?..."

"Yes!" Adora stands and shouts. "It's a distraction from the war effort!"

"This is ridiculous!" Entrapta shouts back. "It's a morale boosting activity!"

"He's evil Entrapta! It's already weird you do it!"

Mermista is currently trying to slide under the table to hide. Anything to get away from this.

Perfuma raises her hand. "Excuse me... I have a question."

Glimmer sighs. "Yes Perfuma?"

"Is the issue that Hordak is evil?..."

"Yes!" Adora shouts.

"That's irrelevant!" Entrapta shouts back. "He's just ethically divergent!"

Perfuma cuts through. "Um... Okay... So... If the issue is he's evil... Can we still sleep with other evil people? Like Shadow Weaver?"

"WHAT?!" Catra and Adora both scream in unbridled horror.

Even Hordak looks over at Perfuma with wide eyes at that one. Mermista feels slightly better for a moment as the focus leaves her.

...

"Okay!" Adora shouts. She never stops shoutong. She's gesturing to the large board covered in pictures and documents with string and other nonsense. They've been here for hours. "I think we have this worked out!"

Entrapta, standing next to Adora nods. "Yes! This seems fair!"

Everyone else is sitting back watching this unfold. Entrapta and Adora basically completely took over for this whole meeting. Mermista continues to look and feel like dying, Hordak looks quietly amused, Catra is glowering, Perfuma strangely hopeful.

Queen Glimmer just looks so tired.

Really everyone else is some mix of those and the air in the room is heavy and awkward.

"So!" Adora continues. "There will be no more casual sleeping with Hordak with the singular exception of Entrapta who due to sleeping with him previously and remaining effective is allowed to continue. However others may petition the alliance council for permission to sleep with Hordak if they can show good cause that it would somehow aid the war effort!"

Entrapta nods. "Hordak and I retain full rights to veto any yes given by the council in this regard though!" She adds.

"This is so stupid." Catra mutters quietly.

"Furthermore!" Adora says loudly. "We should all be aware of the Shadow Weaver clause that states that Princess Perfuma, and only her, may sleep with Shadow Weaver under stipulation that she never ever talk about it again!"

"Yay" Perfuma claps.

...

As everyone leaves Hordak approaches Mermista. The Princess of Salineas looks up at him, feeling so... Everything. This crush spiralled out of control in ways she could scarcely comprehend and she just wanted to hide in Salineas forever.

"Hordak..." She mutters.

"Princess Mermista." He replies, glancing around as people file out quickly. Trying to escape this horrible meeting.

Suddenly when they're mostly alone the Lord leans forward, close to Mermista. She almost shivers. "Petty Alliance rulings aside. Feel free to visit Dryl as you desire." He grins. Red teeth glinting in the light. "We are good at being discrete." He adds before standing back up and marching away to rejoin Entrapta.

Mermista is beet red.

...

Mermista stares up at the ceiling of the royal chambers of Dryl. A room of metal and purple and fluffy furniture. She's in the bed, a massive thing. How did she even get here? It's all a blur. Not actually of course, she knows exactly how she got here, she followed through on the invitation. The emotional journey is what's a blur.

All because Hordak saved her life. Honestly that's kind of cliche and pathetic.

Before Mermista can let out a groan of defeat she feels a body press against get and glances over. Entrapta. Naked and curled against the Princess of Salineas. Snoring and cuddling. Mermista stares at her for a moment in... Bewilderment? This whole situation is so bizarre.

Then the person on her opposite side speaks. "Cute isn't she?" Hordak asks with a pleased tone. "Do not worry about waking her, Entrapta sleeps like the dead." He adds.

"Yeah..." Mermista nods absently before staring back up at the ceiling. "The alliance is going to kill me..."

"They don't need to know." Hordak adds. "Do you want breakfast? I can make something for you two."

Mermista looks over at him. "Uh... Okay." Might as well get free food if this is happening after all.

[badwolf-in-the-impala]

~Come Away to The Water~

|| Chapter One - Dead of Winter ||  

Inspiration: Come Away to the Water by Maroon 5 ft. Rozzi Crane

Storyboard Credit: Myself. Pictures not mine, but editing and collage is.

Pairings: Harald Finehair x OFC ((face claim - Sophie Turner))

Rating: Mature/18+

General warnings: Death, Violence, Gore, Graphic content, Abuse, Kidnapping, Sexual content.

Chapter warnings: Depictions of death, gory-ish details? Angst.

A/N: EDIT: SO, it’s been forever since I touched this story...Or well, posted anything for that fact lol but I finally found some inspo on where I wanna go with this story, so I’ve edited/added to the first chapter! I hope you guys enjoy! SHOUTOUT to @jacksonroseroth​ for your help, darlin’! New fic idea say waaaaa?! Anywho, thank you for taking a moment of your time to stop and read; it means a lot ^-^ Obviously this is a work of fiction, so I apologize if things aren’t 100% HISTORICALLY accurate. I’ve spent a lot of time researching the past few days trying to certain aspects as close as possible. So bare with me! 

Feedback is always welcomed and much appreciated! I hope you guys enjoy! Also I want to add that the beginning italic is a flashback scene...Dialogue, bold and italic is to distinguish the language barrier between Rowan and Harald.

Word Count:  5099

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“Come away little lamb come away to the water Give yourself so we might live anew Come away little lamb come away to the slaughter”

~ “Do try nah to stray so far from the path this time, Rowan…” Her mother sighed deeply as she fastened the heavy black fur cloak around her daughters shoulders; settling a small sack of provisions in her hands. “It worries me’h.”

“Dinna worry yer’self, Ma.” Rowan smiled warmly, pressing a kiss to her mother’s cheek gently as she drew up the hood to cover her flame kissed hair. “I’ll be fine.”

The older woman cracked a small grin as she cupped her daughters cheek, patting it affectionately. “Y’er to much like y’er Da.” She shook her head lightly as she watched her daughter slip the bow over her head, settling it with the string across her chest before snatching up the quiver of arrows. “Jus’ be back ‘fore dark...There’s a storm comin’!”

“Aye, Ma.” Rowan chuckled softly with a roll over her Emerald eyes before placing a kiss atop each of her three younger siblings heads. “Behave yourselves, ya wee savages.” She teased lightly, earning a pair of giggles out of the two youngest. A set of identical twins of just barely five years.

“Are ye goin’ to bring us back a Stag, Rowey?!” Alana questioned excitedly.

“Aye, are ye, are ye?” Ainslie echoed as she bounced in her seat, equally as excited as her sister.

“I’ll most certainly try.” Rowan winked as she reached for the front door, pausing when she felt a slight tug on her cloak. Turning to find her youngest brother peering up at her sheepishly.

“C-Can I? P-Please?” He stuttered nervously, looking down at his feet as Rowan shook her head no.

“Nay. Not today, Findley.” She gave her youngest brothers shoulder a reassuring squeeze and ruffled his dark auburn hair, before leaning back to snatch a couple of bannocks off the table. “Perhaps after the storm passes...I’ll teach ye how to catch rabbits.”

“P-Promise?”

“Aye.” She grinned softly, earning a shy smile out of the young boy in return. “I promise.”

With a final goodbye to her mother and siblings, Rowan pushed open the creaky wooden door of the small stone and wood built bothy, that their large family of Six shared; stepping out into the frigid early morning air. Her leather and fur clad foot catching the back of her own twins leg, as she passed by. Tossing him the second bannock she held, causing him to pause mid-swing on the chunk of wood he had been about to split as he caught it. Beaming a smile as he thanked her around a mouthful of food.

“Spend some time with Finn today, eh?” Rowan called over her shoulder as she started towards the path that lead out of the Village and down towards the river. Turning back to shoot her brother a glare at the annoyed groan he gave her in return.

“Don’ make me tell Ma what ye’ve been gettin’ up to with Flora now, Kai! She threatened.

“Ye wouldn’t?!”

Rowan simply shrugged, throwing her brother a mischievous grin before trotting off down the path towards the water. Ignoring her brothers voice as he called after her. Begrudgingly agreeing that he would spend some time with Finn later.

~

The day continued on as normal as any other. Rowan took her time trekking through the woods, setting and checking snares along her usual path. A smile creeping onto her lips as she spied a set of tracks -- those of a stag -- just off the main trailhead.

It had been well over a month since she had brought home a Stag, or any other large game for that matter, and the thought of having fresh meat on the table again, made her mouth water. But more importantly the thought of seeing the smiles it would bring to her family’s faces made the aspect of the hunt seem all the more worthwhile as she reset her final snare. Taking a final glance around to get her bearings, before venturing off the beaten path and deeper into the forest.

Rowan tracked the animal well into the late afternoon before it was finally snowing too hard for her to safely venture any farther. The Stag having remained, teasingly, just out of her reach the entire time. Taunting her almost, as they trailed deeper and deeper into the woods until it was too late to turn back. Forcing her to seek shelter for the night in an abandoned den she stumbled across on the hunt.

The wind blew too fiercely for her to start a fire, which forced her to settle for pulling the thick fur cloak she wore around herself tightly, in an attempt to stay warm. Burrowing down into the fallen leaves and debris that surrounded her as an uneasy feeling settled in the pit of her stomach...But she wasn’t quite able to place a finger on it.

This hadn’t been the first time she was caught out in a storm over night like this and never before had it been -- nor would it likely ever be -- an issue. Her father having taken extra care to teach her, as well as her twin brother, everything they needed to know about surviving in the wild, from a young age; Until his untimely death just a few short years ago. She knew how to take care of herself regardless of the situation...She would be fine.

But that still did little to quell the worry that settled in the back of her mind as Rowan sighed, clutching her cloak tighter around herself as she closed her eyes. Attempting to push the worry from her thoughts the best she could as she tried to make herself comfortable. She knew for certain that her mother and the wee ones would be worried sick that she had not returned yet, but that come first light, Kai would be out to meet her halfway on the trail just like he always did.

But for the time being, she was at the mercy of the Gods.

~

The weather had cleared come dawn, allowing Rowan to venture out from the safety of the den she called home for the night. Brushing away the moss and dries leaves from her clothes as she emerged with a stretch, pausing to grab a bannock and a piece of dried fish from the small sack of provisions she carried. Thankful that her mother had insisted upon her taking it with her as she nibbled away at it; beginning the trekk back towards her Village.  

The ground was covered in a fresh layer of ankle deep snow, making the journey twice as long and twice as treacherous as it concealed many things beneath its shimmering surface -- like ice and root snarls -- that could pose a threat to a serious injury, if one was not sure of their footing. It made her that much more thankful she had spent so much of her youth exploring these woods with Kai and their father...It was her home away from home, and she knew it like the back of her hand. Which in turn helped her to make decent time on her return to the main path. It also made her more aware of things that most anyone else would often overlook naturally. Like how nature had suddenly fallen into an eerie silence as she stepped back onto the main path, noting how the snow was still fresh; untouched.  

The uneasy feeling from the night before suddenly returned to settle in the pit of her stomach, tying it up in knots as she looked up at the sky. It was well past mid-morning and there were no signs that Kai had yet been there, which struck her as unusual. He was always waiting, no matter the hour.  

A jolt of anxiety shot through her like lightning as she took off down the path, willing her feet to carry her faster as she broke through the treeline and out into the open. The silence around her deafening, aside from the sound of the River as she raced along its edge, wading the crossing swiftly, trying her best to ignore the icy sting of the water as it soaked her boots, only adding to her struggle as she stumbled up the snow slick hill that lead to her home...That surge of anxiety quickly morphing into fear as she watched thick plumes of black smoke billowing into the grey Winter sky.

Rowan’s heart nearly stopped as she crested over the top of the hill, a scream ripping from her lungs at the sight of the damage that lay before her. What was left of her people stood gathered round in a wash of tears, disbelief and despair. Their homes and outbuildings still blazed, while others only smoldered now; Reduced to rubble, or turned to ash. Their Livestock hung from trees and fences, slaughtered. All their stores of produce and provisions set aside for winter, gone.

Bodies lie butchered, scattered along the ground, tainting the once pure white snow a sickening shade of dark crimson. Her boots imprinting a trail of red in the snow behind her, as she ran towards her family’s home that still smoldered. Rowan ignoring the sting of burning flesh as she dug frantically at what remained of the building. Tears streaming down her face as she cried out for Mother and siblings.

“They’re gone, Rowan.” A neighbor approached quickly, grabbing her by the shoulders gently as he urged her away from the still crumbling building to safety. Rowan pulling away, stumbling a few feet where she fell to her knees at the sight of Kai’s body; lifeless on the ground. His dark hair and fair skin matted with drying blood...An axe protruding from the center of his chest.

“I-I’m s-s-or-ry…” A broken sob left her lips as she covered his blue eyes -- still widened with fear -- with her hand and slipped them closed.

“Ma--…The twins?”

The woman who approached her before, now shook her head. The look on her face a solemn one as she knelt beside the broken young woman before her, taking her forearms gently and pulling her up to her feet as she embraced her.

“The Danes took ‘em...Ye and Findley are all that’s left.”

“Findley?” The name fell as a hoarse whisper from her lips, as green eyes tried desperately to blink back tears as she pulled away to look up.

“Aye, he lives...But jus’ barely.” The woman grinned softly as she replied, though the gesture was less than hopeful. The woman raising a finger to silence Rowan as she knew what was about to come next.

“Ye can not see him jus’ yet, Lass.” She stated gently, with a soft pat against Rowan’s arms. “Let us go an’ take care of those burns first...”  

Turning as the woman lead her away to one of the healers, Rowan gave a final glance at the carnage that lay all around her. Wondering what they had done to deserve such a senseless act of violence...Innocent families, women, children?

They had heard Tales of the vicious Northmen -- Danes as many called them -- that ruled over the Seas. Pillaging and plundering places of riches and nobility…But Rowan’s people were no more than simple farmers; hunters and fishermen. What would the Norsemen want with them?

Never once had her own people consider, that one day, they might set foot in the Highlands...Something that left them unprepared, and defenseless to the ruthless attack.

Leaving the place she called her homeland...Broken and in ruin.

~

Rowan’s chest heaved erratically as she sat bolt upright in her bed, clutching the furs to her chest as she swiped a hand across her forehead, finding it slick with sweat as she pushed back the fiery red locks that were matted to her skin. A sigh escaping her lips quietly. It had been quite some time since she’d had a nightmare about that fateful day...The day her family was so cruelly taken from her. It had been nearly five years now, but the wounds were still fresh in her mind like it had happened only yesterday.

Frowning to herself, Rowan pushed the furs from her body and swung her legs over the edge of the bed, shivering as her bare feet touched the cold dirt covered floor as she wrapped herself in one of the furs tightly as she walked to the window; pushing the shutter open. The sun had barely even begun to rise over the mountains, showering the glen in a twilight glow as it cast  shadows through the trees. Everything around them lay quiet and completely still, as if basking in the arrival of a new day.

Pulling her gaze away from the rapid approach of dawn just outside their small home, Rowan turned and walked towards the fire on the opposite side of the room. Adjusting the fur into one hand as she added more kindling and wood to the glowing embers that resided in the hearth; kneeling and blowing gently until the fire blazed back to life.

Once she was satisfied with the heat emitted from the fire, Rowan stood and returned to the foot of her bed, opening the small wooden trunk that lie there as she began piecing together an outfit for the day. Dressing in her warmest pair of trousers and a light blue tunic made from a heavier wool material for added warmth. Securing it with a thin leather belt before tugging on her boots.

She discarded her night shirt into the wash pile before returning the fur to its place on her bed as she made it for the day. A small smile tugging at her lips as a pitiful low pitched whine caught her attention, turning to find the large gray wolf she called her companion, now sitting beside the fire. Having climbed down from her little brother’s bed;  head tipped curiously as it watched her.

“Don’t be impatient, ya greedy breast. I dinna forget abou’ ye.” She quipped as she rummaged around for some bits of dried meat and bannocks to take out with her. Tossing the wolf a small chunk of meat she kept aside specifically for him, before throwing together a small pot of wheat porridge for Findley and setting it up over the fire to cook.

“Go on now.” She waved her hand to where her young brother still slept soundly. “Go an’ wake the boy.” The wolf gave a snort as it rose to all fours, giving a long stretch before the beast trotted across the room and leapt gracefully onto the bed. The large animal laying directly on top of Findlay as he commenced to licking the boys face repeatedly with it’s large tongue.

“Ugh, get off me ya brute!” Findley yelped out as he squirmed beneath the large animal, trying to push him off to no avail. Rowan chuckled softly, watching her brother struggle for a moment longer before she gave a sharp whistle to call him off. The wolf jumping down from the bed and coming over to sit beside her, accepting a small piece of bannock she offered before popping the last bite into her mouth with a grin. Her little brother glowered at her from the edge of his bed where he now sat upright.

“Good mornin’ to ye too, Fin.” She snickered with an amused grin.

“Mornin’...” Findley grumbled back crankily as he climbed out of bed and moved to warm himself beside the fire. Lifting the lid on the small pot briefly to inspect what was inside of it.

“Should be done soon.” Rowan stated as she moved to grab her heavy black fur cloak and pull it on, before gathering her game bag, bow and quiver. “I need to check the traps, so it’s up to ye to get the animals fed an’ taken care of. Can ye handle that?”

Findley gave a curt nod as he grabbed a bannock off the table and began devouring it. “Aye, I can handle it.” He spoke around a mouth full of food, Rowan rolling her eyes in response as she shook her head.

“Don’t talk with ye’r mouthful, ya heathen.” She chided with a playful grin before continuing. “If ye need help with anythin’, go an’ fetch young Turick to help ye. Got it?”

“Aye…” Findley sighed in annoyance with an eye roll, which in turn earned him a glare from his older sister. “I’m a cripple, Row, tha’ does not mean I’m useless.” He muttered self consciously as his right hand ventured absentmindedly to the stump of his left shoulder. A deep frown creasing his features.

“I never called ye useless, Fin.” Rowan stepped forward, reaching out to grasp his chin lightly and turn his attention back towards her. “I jus’ don’t want ye hurtin’ yer’self more than necessary...Besides, if ye hurt y’er good arm, who’s going to milk the cows?”

Findley swatted her hand away with a playful glare as he cracked half a smile. “I got it handled.” He reassured in a sarcastic tone, shooting her a real glare as she reached out and ruffled his red hair affectionately.

“I’ll be back this afternoon. Do try an’ stay out of trouble, eh?” Rowan called over her shoulder as she pushed the front door open and stepped out into the brisk morning air; wolf in tow as he trotted along beside her happily, as they mosied down the path.

~

The day came to pass quite quickly for Rowan and her furry companion, Faolan. The pair making quick work of checking and resetting snares, before venturing a little deeper into the woods in search of some smaller game, before returning to the village to go about finishing up evening chores; the workload increasing as signs of Spring steadily approached. Soon they would be tilling fields to plant their crops, tending to the animals that would soon produce offspring, making repairs to homes, building new boats for trading travels...The list was truly endless, and Rowan looked forward to the distractions that the work promised.

Winters had become exceptionally difficult since suffering the loss of nearly her entire family. Everyday a struggle against the guilt that she kept bottled up inside. Rowan somehow feeling responsible for what had happened to her family; to Fin. Constantly replaying that day over and over in her head. Always wondering if things could have turned out differently, had she stayed home that day with her family. Maybe she could have protected them...Or maybe she would’ve shared in their fate. But then what would have become of poor Findley?

Rowan sighed as they paused to rest beside a small stream. Faolan letting out a soft whine as he rested his head against her thigh; sensing her distress. A small smile tugging at her lips as she gave him an affectionate scratch behind the ears, his warm, intelligent brown eyes drifting shut for a moment as gave a contented sigh. Rowan silently thankful that the gods had granted such a wonderful guardian to watch over her and Findley. The wolf coming into their lives not long after the deaths of their kin. Just a pup himself when Rowan had stumbled upon him in the forest...Still clinging to his own mother and siblings who had long since perished from starvation and cold.

The village had been less than thrilled to say the least, when Rowan brought the small bundle of fur home. Several of the elder woman trying to advise her that the beast could would never be tamed nor broken; But they couldn’t have been more wrong. For Faolan had been the key that aided them in their journey to healing...And they his. The wolf having more than earned his keep around the village since becoming part of their broken pack. 

“Suppose we should be gettin’ back, eh?” Rowan sighed softly as she gave the wolf a final pat on the head before standing. Gathering her game bag and slinging it over her shoulder as she turned her back to the steam. “Come, mo charaid…’Fore Fin starts worryin’.” Faolan let out a sharp series of yips in answer as he bounded from his spot, darting between the trees playfully for a moment before laying down a ways up the trail as he waited. Rowan letting out a small laugh at the wolfs antics as she quickened her pace, taking the hint as they hurried off. Head for their usual detour as they made the trek for home. ~

Dusk was approaching by the time the group finally reached the shores of a seeming desolate beach. The ships, as well as their men, battered from an unexpected storm that had caught them off guard a day prior. “We’ll camp here for now...Start salvaging what we can to make repairs come dawn, before continuing on to York.” Harald instructed once the boats had been pulled safely to shore; A fire started for the men to get warm as they assembled camp. Harald quick to assemble a plan for his men, in order to get moving again as soon as possible. Not pleased with the unexpected detour they had been forced to make on their journey to York.

“You three.” Harald turned to address a group of younger Viking men, who stood opposite him beside the fire. “Gather what wood you can; And you two,” He gestured towards a pair of more experienced men, usually assigned to watch. “Survey the area...I do not want any more unexpected surprises.” The men nodded, accepting their assigned duties before dismissing themselves. Harald letting out a sigh as he turned for one of the tents that had already been assembled...Taking a seat and grabbing a cup of mead, trying to quell his frustrations as he watched his men continue to set up camp. While Harald drank his frustrations away, the two experienced men set off up the beach, climbing the dunes on the beach and venturing into the forest beyond.

“Fine time to set up camp…” The first man grumbled as they trudged the Scottish land. The second man grunted in response as they settled on a spot and began building a small fire. The warmth from the flames doing little to warm the chill that had settled in their bones. “The cold here is different...I don’t like it.”

“They say we’re the heathens.” The first man chuckled. “Pass us the ale…” The second man obliged his friends request. Reaching over to grab the ale horn from beside his axe, taking a swig himself before passing it over and returning his hands to warm by the fire. As the men chatted away, Rowan made her way to the beach, stopping and dropping to the ground when she spotted the men encamped on the beach. Swearing in Gaelic, she gripped the scruff at Faolan’s neck to make sure he didn’t growl and give their position away. She took her bag off and strapped it around the beast’s.

“Go home, Faolan. I’ll be right behind ye.” Rowan whispered. The wolf let out a small whine before he turned away, making his way back to the village while Rowan stayed, counting the men so she could give an accurate report to the village elders. When her eyes met Harald’s, Rowan ducked and crawled along the brush until she was far enough into the foliage before she stood and hurried along behind Faolan.

“What was that?” The first man asked, looking up at the sound of twigs snapping. He reached down, fingers wrapping around the axe at his side as he scanned the surrounding area, looking for movement. Both men saw the flash of gray fur pass quickly by, followed by a flame of red hair; Visible even in the darkness. The second man motioned for the first to split off towards the left, while he tracked the intruders on the right. Trailing silently after them into the darkness of the woods, but eventually losing sight as the darkness became too much; Slowing their progress significantly.

“Go.” The second man ordered quietly, gesturing back towards the beach. “Tell King Harald what we’ve found, and assemble more men for a search. I will try and the trail.” The first man nodded and turned back towards camp. Leaving his companion to assemble a torch and continue the search.  

Meanwhile, Rowan continued to move swiftly through the darkness. Picking her way carefully over fallen debris and tangled tree roots as she strayed away from the main trail; attempting to lose the enemies who likely now pursued her, as she fled towards her village. Hoping she would have enough time to warn her people of a potential attack before it was too late. Anger and fear building inside of her chest as she pushed herself harder, bound and determined to not let her people suffer through another attack like they had all those years ago.

The sound of twigs snapping several feet away from behind her, made Rowan turn, a knot forming in her stomach as she spotted the faint glow of a torch coming over the small rise she had just climbed. Ducking behind a tree, she shielded herself from sight momentarily as she closed her eyes...Rowan’s heart sinking as she came to the realization that she would be unable to return to her village safely, without risking the exposure of their location to a potential attack. She knew what she had to do, but that didn’t make the choice any easier as she let out a soft, shaky sigh. Opening her green eyes as slipped the bow over her head carefully, and nocked an arrow. Sending up a silent prayer for the gods to protect her family — her people — before drawing back the sting of her bow, and stepping into the open. A steady breath leaving her lips as she released the arrow towards its target, the startled yelp that followed signaling that she had struck her target.

Rowan using the distraction as her opportunity to change directions, doubling back, as she began leading her enemy away from her village, and deeper into the woods. Another arrow nocked and ready to fire as she neared the next ridge; ducking behind another tree as she waited for the torch to appear again...Her heart rate quickening when she turned to find that the light had been extinguished. A wave of panic washed over her as she struggled to pick up on the faint footsteps that rustled from somewhere in the darkness. Unable to determine what direction they were coming from, Rowan was left to make a split decision, as she darted from behind the tree, hoping she could make a break for the treeline. 

The flash of red hair was all they needed, as Harald gave the signal for their own archer to take a shot; the man loosing the arrow as the rest of the men relit their torches. Harald watching as the form stumbled in the darkness, but only for a moment before darting off once more.  A smirk creeping onto his lips as they took up their pursuit once more, driving their prey back towards the edge of the forest, where more of his men lie in wait to capture whoever it was that they had been chasing all over the woods...But the small victory soon faded from his thoughts as bone chilling howl pierced the silence, followed by a series of snarls and growls that brought the group to a stand still.

Rowan stumbled as she ran through the treeline and out into the open, coming to stop as she was greeted by a rather unwelcoming sight, as a group of men closed in on her. Rowan quick to draw back the string of her bow in defense, ignoring the searing pain in her shoulder the action caused, from having been struck by an arrow herself. The edges of her lips quirking into a faint smirk as she heard the howl that broke the silence and caused several of the men to glance towards the treeline; Searching. Rowan seizing the opportunity to loose her arrow into the man nearest to her, watching as he crumpled to the ground as the arrow struck him between the eyes, her next arrow nocked before the man had even full collided with the earth. Another man lunged towards her, catching the second arrow as a series of shouts broke out amongst the group of men in front of her...Their words foreign to her as they spoke.

“Come on. Come get me, ye heathens…” She said with a smirk, fingering the feather fletching of her arrow. Rowan readied her bow again, waiting for the next victim to step forward and make their move. She knew that she stood very little chance against these men, but that didn’t mean that she would go down without a fight. Another series of shouts erupted from the woods, causing Rowan to turn and glance over her shoulder as the shouts quickly dissolved into one horrified scream that was followed by vicious snarling and the sounds of teeth ripping into flesh. Another man used her distraction to strike her with the hilt of his sword; sending Rowan to the ground as her vision blurred around the edges. A foot kicking her bow out of her reach as it approached from behind. Rowan struggling to focus on the man’s face as she glanced up, recognizing him as the man from the beach.

“Bind her and take her back to the beach.” Harald ordered as surveyed the two dead men that lie on the ground in front of him, before turning his attention to look down at the fiery haired woman who struggled against the two vikings who hauled her to her feet before their King. Allowing him a brief moment to examine her more closely as he grasped her jaw tightly, forcing her to look at him; Rowan’s eyes struggling to maintain focus as the edges over her vision started to turn black...The last thing she saw being a flash of gray fur, followed by nothing.

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So that’s the first chapter! I hope ya’ll liked it...I also wanna add ((don’t quote me on it as I used google traslate)) that Mo charaid means ‘My friend’ Gaelic. And Faolan means Little Wolf.

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Game Grumps Live - Asbury Park, NJ - 8/24/19

Game Grumps Live:

Left to Jersey 9:30-ish

Got to Jersey by 2PM.

Had lunch at Wendys – terrible bathroom, great food.  Checked in at Inn afterwards, but did a check of the Stone Pony Summer Stage to see how it looked.  Chilled at the room until a little before 5PM.

Was dropped off and got in line.  At the time, it had almost completely circled around the whole area (building and outdoor stage).  Doors opened a little before 6 because the line soon went all the way around TWICE. Talked with the guys and ladies in line and made friends with them.  There were folks as Danny Sexbang, Arina, and Daniella.  Got in around 615-ish.  Got water and waited over an hour in line for the merch table.

A ‘burgie’ chant started up at one point.  Lots of awesome music played – Rush, Queen, etc.

There was a chopper circling around and many of us joked that Dan and Arin would make an entrance from it.  Cheers always happened when someone came on-stage, one point tossing water into the audience.

Got shirt and poster and left my drawings at the table.  Then hit the bathroom.  By this time it was 740-ish and the screen suddenly pulled up the Wii-U main menu.  A voice came on and started to hype the crowd that the show will be starting a few minutes later.  By this time, the sun was setting and nearly gone.

Show started around 8 with Vernon coming on-stage to hype the crowd.  He notes that this was the biggest Game Grumps Live ever – 4 thousand fans.  To prep everyone, a fan – Chris – is brought up from the audience to play Super Mario Bros world 1-1 blindfolded.  Chaos ensues, but Chris ended up beating it after two game overs and on the last life of attempt 3.

Afterwards, Vernon joked that he was out there stalling for time due to Arin pooping and joked about making an attempt of standup comedy.  Before he leaves, he gives some homework to everyone: make a new friend at the show – it’s easy.  He also tells everyone to be kind and tells everyone to get loud and do the theme song. V: Hey, I’m grump. Us: I’M NOT SO GRUMP!  AND WE’RE THE GAME GRUMPS!

Coming out to music (Pour Some Sugar On Me) Arin and Dan ate up the applause. Dan was extra-hyped due to the show not only being the first outdoor show, but also in his birth state of New Jersey.  “Welcome Home” chants ensue.  There’s also a joke from Dan about how Arin would make cracks at live shows about the place they’re doing it, but Arin refused to do one due to fears of being beat up by Jersey folks.

Game time – Mario Party 10!  Dan was Yoshi and Arin was Peach.  The crowd was split into two sides – side one was Player 3, Waluigi and side two, my side, was Player 4, Toad.  We were given chants to shout out (“Wa-Lu-Igi!”/”Go Toad!  Go Toad!”)

Danny: (after giving each team their chants) I’m drunk with power!

To compensate for Player 3 and 4’s rolls, Arin would do that.  When Dan told the crowd to boo Arin when he rolled wrong, the crowd started to boo anyway.

Arin: Don’t boo yet!

Dan: Your Jersey hate is like vitamins(?) to me!

For Mini-games, someone to represent for each player team would come up onstage to play alongside Dan and Arin.  Mini-game 1 had Jonathon for team Waluigi and Devon for Team Toad.  When asked for something to get their respected teams hyped up, they said “Waaaaa” and “We’re the video game boys” (Us: We’re the ones who win!)  The game was a memory-esq game, which was gonna be bad for Dan (because of the weed he smoked in the 90’s killing his memory) and Arin (because he’s “an idiot”, in his words).  The game was intense with Jonathon winning.  This was when Dan noticed that, for some odd reason, Waluigi had ‘boob physics’.

Mini-game two came soon with Marcus (wearing a Dream Daddy T-shirt) and Kirsten (wearing the sexy Sonic costume) for Team Waluigi and Team toad respectively. The question asked, by Arin, was which sandwich is the favorite – Dan jokingly said that was the stupidest question ever asked… then asked “same question” for the other player (something similar happened later) and it was Tuna Melt VS BLT.  We were also asked to do a giant Golf Clap during the mini-game shenanigans.

The post-Golf clap comment from Dan: You have given Daddy the ASRM tingles.

Daddy Chants ensued.  Dan would do another “Daddy” comment shortly afterwards – “So many stars for Daddy”.

When it was time for the third Mini-game of the night, Dan and Arin noticed some cool stuff in the crowd – A “Bienvenue Power Bottoms” sign and a “Burgie” paper craft being held up.  Player 3 and Player 4 were Divan and Chris, who was dressed like Danny Sexbang, and their question was to say something to badmouth the opposing team.  Divan’s was “Boo, Toad, you suck!” while Chris was “This is why you weren’t in Smash!”  Burn comments ensue.  Mini-game turned out to be a three on one battle… everyone vs Arin.

Dan: It’s New Jersey VS Arin!

Arin eventually won that game and during and after the game, there was a “Fuck You, Arin” chant from everyone.  Dan “OK! OK!  Hang on!  Hang on! Hang on!  Don’t get me wrong… I love it…,” but he asked if they should do “Heck you, Arin” but decided nope and let the crowd continue.  He then joked about how the folks on the boardwalk were probably wondering what the hell’s going on at the show.

Mini-game four was with Erid and a tall guy named Roger.  Dan also noted that his dad, Avi, was in the audience.  I began to chant “Avi” and pretty soon a large chant for “AVI” started.  Team Toad/Roger won the mini game.

Mini-game five was Bowser related with a lot of stars up for grabs.  Both players were ladies – a female Danny who, like Dan, was Jewish, from Jersey, favorite color was light blue, and loved dinosaurs, and Renee, who had an LED helmet and had apparently been there since 6AM.  There were 6AM chants for her.  Dan noted that he smelt weed in the audience, which I thought was a stupid thing to go.  Dan then picked the wrong mini-game chosen for that round.  His reasoning for the screw up? “I HAVE GIANT THUMBS!”  Team Toad won that round again.

Final mini-game was up and it was Sophie and Bethany as players 3 and 4.  They were asked to say something to hype their teams.  Sophie said “Mycaruba” (a old-school Game Grumps joke) while Bethany’s was “We got this, dude!”  Team 3 won and the finally tally was Waluigi/Team 3 victory.

For the last bit of the show was a Q and A with the audience.  Ground rules were laid out: No selfies, no hugs, not songs, and you can’t touch Dan’s hair… so Dan touched his hair for us.

Q: Favorite Cartoon Network cartoon? A: from Dan, it was Aqua team Hunger Force and, since it was aired on CN, Starlight Brigade music video while for Arin, it was “Mighty Magisword”, which he worked on.

Q: Favorite game they got into via Grumps? A: Dan went with House Party while Arin couldn’t think of one.  They hyped the new version that was going to include them as characters coming soon.

Q: for Arin, favorite voice to do around the office? A: the Grubba voice and the “Ball-sniffing adventure” one.

Q: A request for some more Snipperclips, which they would love to do.

Q: For Arin, it was about the frequency of his pooping and asking the “Yum to Dump” ratio.

A: Arin talked about a incident from eating at Whataburger.  He pulled off at an exit and ate a burger from Whataburger. Got back on the interstate… and pulled over at the next exit to do a 2 at that exit’s Whataburger.

I think I’m gonna avoid Whataburger…. Q: Can Claud come back? (I have no idea who Claud was, but they want him to come back.  I think they meant “Claudio Sanchez”, who had appeared on Guest Grumps.)

Q: For Arin, favorite 3D Zelda game? A: first game he said was “A Link Between Worlds”.  When asked for a second, he picked “Wind Waker”.  Good choice.

Q: A request for more Dog Island and Princef Taaanx.

The next question was right by me and I managed to get two pictures of Vernon, who was out in the crowd getting the questions from the crowd.  I thanked Vernon for the second one, which he smiled for. Before the question was asked, there were some “Furry” jokes and Dan went into a long rant about being a Furry in reference to the running gag about him being one.  The question was about Starbomb and hopes for new stuff in relation to it.  Dan and Arin threw around some possibilities like a boxed set for the CD’s/vinyls.

Q: What’s gonna be the new format for live shows.  They have no idea.

Q: An offer to do later framing for CDs/Vinyls/etc.

Q: for Danny, since he and the asker are from Jersey, is it Pork Rolls or Taylor Ham? Dan picked Taylor ham, prompting booos.

Q: the original asker game his question op to his friend, who asked since they looked alike and had similar likes, does Dan know who the doctor was that cloned the two of them?

Dan thinks it was Def Leppard’s lead singer Joe Elliot (?)

The last question: "the band bowling for soup...are they bowling to receive soup or are they bowling on behalf of soup?"  Dan thinks they’re bowling on behalf of soup while Arin thinks it’s the former.

To end the show off, Dan notes this show meant a lot for him since it’s in Jersey and the best night.  “Danny”/”Jersey” chants.  Dan and Arin thanked everyone and left with a message: They don’t care what your race/religion/gender/political stance/etc. is, they love us.

Show ended a little around 950 and I got my ride back to the Inn to chill.

Pictures to come later

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Super Sappy Lines Prompt #1: "It's always been you."

Wangxian (Mo Dao Zu Shi) for NlKlFOR0V

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“Hanguang-jun.”

“Mn.”

“Lan Zhan!”

“Wei Ying.”

“I told you to wake me up when we get there!”

“Not yet there.”

“We are!”

“Haven’t landed yet.”

Lan Wangji looked down and then sideways at Wei Wuxian. He was napping as Lan Wangji carried him on his back as they chose to travel by Bichen. It was actually Lan Wangji’s idea, something that his husband took an immense curiosity in, a whole hour this morning before they left the jingshi.

It was mostly Lan Wangji being subjected to questions. His husband wanted to know why he was so eager to leave the Cloud Recesses just for this one trip. The questions were hard to answer without Lan Wangji feeling like his ears would just blow up and leave his head for good.

Wei Wuxian embraced him tighter, “Hanguang-jun, why are we going to Cai Yi town again? It’s too early! Too early! And we’re even traveling by Bichen. Are you on a rush to do something?”

“I answered your questions already, Wei Ying. Let’s be quick, now. Should be back in time for breakfast,” Lan Wangji answered as they descended towards the town.

Lan Wangji can hear his husband’s pout against his ear as Wei Wuxian replied, “Lan Zhan! Why must we go out so early?”

“You invited yourself even if it’s early, Wei Ying. You could have just slept more.”

“And why can’t I go with you to the store you’re going to? I’m your cultivation partner! Partner!”

They safely landed just by the side of a long street of vendors. A few people already looked at their direction, but mostly at Lan Wangji as he sheathed Bichen on his side.

Lan Wangji stepped a little bit closer to his husband as he placed the lightest of kisses on his forehead, “Wei Ying. I will go now. I will be swift.”

Wei Wuxian reached up to pinch Lan Wangji’s cheek before gently patting the same spot, “Okay, fine. Be that way. I’ll just get myself some loquats. Maybe I can sneak in some jars of Emperor’s Smile, too!”

“Mn.”

“That should be fair because you won’t tell me where you’re going. Leaving your husband like this? Lan clan’s Hanguang-jun sure is mean,” Wei Wuxian narrowed his eyes at his husband teasingly.

“Not mean. I will be beside you again as soon as possible.”

“Fine, fine. I understand. Take care out there without me, okay, Lan Zhan?” Wei Wuxian waved Lan Wangji to an opposite direction.

“Mn.”

With that, Wei Wuxian was left alone to walk down the street of vendors. He smiled as he did, even as the group of young cultivators from a neighboring sect looked at him a little bit weirdly. It sure has been a while that he was able to do something like just walking. Sure, he goes with the juniors for their night hunts as Lan Wangji gets to grade their reports after, but it was not as menial and as normal and as meaningless as this.

He then heard young women who looked like they just reached their marrying age selling vegetables and gossiping. He decided to take his pace much slower to hear just about anything.

The first one said, “Have you heard about the couple that got married just yesterday? They say that the woman left the man for a long time. The man spent years waiting for the woman to come back to him. What a woman, right? She got herself a man who waited just for her. Lucky, lucky! I wish I get a man like that too!”

The second one scowled, “Waiting? Did you really think he waited for her just like that? I don’t think so!”

“What? Why not? That’s so romantic, you know?” The first one replied immediately.

“There’s just so many women out there he can look at! He’s a cultivator. You’re silly if you really believe that in all those years no one else ever caught his eye! He might have been steadfast in waiting for that woman but it’s impossible that he never felt attracted to anybody else!’

“But he looked so devoted to her!”

“That was still a long time to live in waiting, you silly. There should be someone else! Even just for a quick while.”

Wei Wuxian only noticed that he totally got invested in the gossip when he almost tripped on a stone. The loquat sellers yelling about how fresh their haul is overwhelmed the continued conversation between the young women and he could not get anything anymore.

The whole gossip disappointed Wei Wuxian greatly. He was hoping for some sect scandals or court intrigue but he just heard a biased accusation about the loyalty of someone’s husband. Shrugging, he walked towards the loquat baskets, getting ready to bring out his pouch full of Lan money.

But just before he spoke to any of the sellers, a warm hand grasped his wrist. Then, a voice. “Haven’t finished buying?”

“Hanguang-jun, you surprised me! You’re too quick!”

“Told you I will be back as soon as I can.”

Wei Wuxian opened his mouth and then closed it again, “Then, let’s buy some loquats! Emperor’s Smile, too!”

“Mn.”

With a basket of loquats under one arm, Lan Wangji took Bichen out from its sheath. He looked at Wei Wuxian who already finished a jar. His remaining jars were packed tightly in a sack he now carries on his back. He looked at Lan Wangji and pointed at the new qiankun pouch on him.

“Hanguang-jun, you!”

“Wei Ying.”

Wei Wuxian could not believe his eyes, “That’s where you’ve gone to? You’re dirty! Dirty Hanguang-jun! Lan Qiren will roll on the grass with all the rabbits! You’ve gone to an adult shop! Lan Zhan!”

With his ears all red, he said, “Mn. We should go back before breakfast.”

“So, that’s why! And here I am, about to ask you something so silly! Hanguang-jun, what have you done?” Wei Wuxian was now shaking his head.

“Ask me.”

“I wanted to know, Lan Zhan, if you even looked at someone else that way, like a romantic way, while… you know, while I was gone. And you didn’t know that I can ever come back. See? Silly!”

Lan Wangji, in response, went over to where his husband was standing and lifted him up on his back. He was about to hop on Bichen again when Wei Wuxian spoke.

“Lan Zhan? Can you answer that?”

“Are you upset thinking about it?”

“Hanguang-jun!”

“Don’t be upset, Wei Ying. It’s always been you.”

“I know. I know that, Lan Zhan.”

Wei Wuxian laughed as he rubbed his cheek against Lan Wangji’s as he finally stepped on the spiritual sword. Lan Wangji effortlessly balanced carrying the basket of loquats and Wei Wuxian who was carrying jars filled to the brim.

Wei Wuxian hugged his husband from behind as they headed back to the Cloud Recesses, “For me, it was always Lan Zhan too. Even though it’s taken me a long while to know such a simple truth. I really am silly, Hanguang-jun.”

“Not silly.”

“Maybe I am! For you, Lan Zhan!”

“Mn.”

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Bitter Cold (Oneshot #7)

((Okay so there waaaaas one pic that was going to be here but I need to postpone adding it as I am having some issues with it. I wanted ya’ll to see what I was proud of so I am going to hold off until it is the quality I want. I hope you understand :) ))

As he stepped foot in the Giant Chasm, he could understand Zinzolin’s hatred for the cold.

The col was unbearable and he was shivering but he needed to do this. He only had so much time before his flawed consciousness came back.

He released his Hydregion who upon seeing her trainer, nuzzled him and embraced him.

“Ghetsis, it’s too col-” Virma started but she was stopped as Ghetsis slammed his cane down. Ice shard scattered and skated across the icy cavern.

“Not another word. When the time comes, you will fight Kyurem. You were made for this, do not fail me,” he ordered. She lowered her head and whined.

“Yes, Ghetsis…” she whimpered. His lips curved up and he sent her back into her Pokeball. He navigated his way through pillars of ice. As he got closer to the center, he could feel the room grow colder. He gave a hiss as he felt his toes and fingers go numb. Maybe he should have came more prepared for the extreme conditions.

“Who is in my domain?” said a deep, booming voice. The icicles on the ceiling quivered as the voice spoke. 

Perfect.

Ghetsis rushed into the voice’s view and he laid his eyes upon the legendary dragon, Kyurem.

“T’was I, King Ghetsis of House Harmonia!” he shouted, throwing his arms out. At the mention of his house, Kyurem’s head perked up. He descended down from his icy pedestal and stood behind the king. He lowered his head and narrowed his eyes.

“The last time a Harmonia stepped into the Giant Chasm, she faced my wrath. I made it very clear that none of you can fix your ancestors’ mistake. You cannot put us together again so it is no use fixing what is already broken.” His head was now at Ghetsis’ side, teeth bared. The Harmonia king turned toward the dragon of legend and smiled.

“Ah, then consider it a blessing that I am not here for such a trivial thing,” Ghetsis replied. Now Kyurem was interested. Was it really sincere? Would he finally receive the peace and quiet he wished for?

“I ask for you to assist me in the freezing of all of Unova. I want to show them that I am to be feared!”

Of course not.

However, Kyurem felt...off. He swore he could hear a small, meek voice out there, pleading, begging, crying...Kyurem stood up straight and let out a growl.

“What a pitiful, disgusting existence you have,” the dragon said. Ghetsis let out a cruel laugh, covering his mouth. One must keep their manners.

“I simply got rid of my flaws! I am now the perfect human being!” he chirped. Kyurem shook his head.

“Humans were born to make mistakes. When you were born, you were expected to make error. Perfection and humanity do not go hand in hand. To claim you are perfect is a flaw in itself. The world is not black and white, King Harmonia. It is a scale of greys.”

Ghetsis froze. Did this hunk of ice just really claim that he, Ghetsis Harmonia, was flawed?! Never! The pitiful little voice in his head was suppressed! Of course he was perfect! He slammed the cane down and screamed at the Boundary Pokémon.

“Enough from you! Do you understand how hard I worked to get where I am?! I AM PERFECTION and I refuse to let disposable material like yourself tell me that I am not! If you do not cooperate, then I will use force!” He panted after his little rant. Kyurem let out a low growl.

“Then so be it. Let me rid this region of their terrible king.”

“Do it! Kill me! You would never!”

Once the words slipped out of his lips, he bit his hand hard. His eyes widened and he sunk to his knees. He smacked his lips, relishing in the metallic taste he had grown accustomed to. He looked at his black gloves.

Black gloves? That wasn’t right. He looked up to see Kyurem’s mouth wide open, ice gathering into what might become the move Glaciate. Kyurem was...so tall. Very tall. So, so tall...

What was going on? Nothing was making sense. Where did Kyurem go? He was gone. Where was the Giant Chasm? He was in a cream colored room. There was a tall figure before him. It was dark with bits of pink and red. He inched closer. It opened its mouth. Why was his heart pounding? Why couldn’t he just get up and go? He felt numb all over his body. 

He heard a faint sound. A voice yet he could not make out the words. He was too focused on the figure. He reached out to touch it but it raised its arm. It was short and stubby. It opened up, revealing something sharp. 

There was the voice again. Clearer now. It sounded like they were scared.

“-get up! Cryogonal, use Protect!”`

Ghetsis blinked and a flash of purple zoomed by him. His eyes followed the purple. It was Zinzolin and his shiny Cryogonal. The Crystallizing Pokémon let out its cry and created a transparent barrier between them and Kyurem. The dragon let out a mighty roar and released all of its power into Glaciate. Zinzolin didn’t even flinch as the freezing blast assaulted the barrier.

Surely, he had to be dreaming.

Despite his body feeling as if it had frozen over, he knew someone was touching him.  He looked up to meet the chocolate eyes of Virgil Gropius.

Yes, he had to be dreaming.

“Do not be stupid,” Virgil warned. “We cannot fight, only flee.” He got up and pulled Ghetsis up. Zinzolin scowled. 

“Fine,” he growled. He lifted up Ghetsis’ other side and the two began to run out the cavern. It was not an easy task considering Ghetsis’ size and the fact the floor was covered in slippery ice. Kyurem roared once again and gave chase, every single footstep causing ice to crack and icicles to fall from the ceiling. They did not stop running however. They had one job and that was to get Ghetsis out alive.

As they kept going through winding paths, they could finally see the light. Zinzolin, eager to see the snowy outsides, lost his footing and slipped on the ice. Virgil stopped but the sage motioned for him to keep going.

“Don’t stop! Just get out!” he yelled. Virgil nodded, threw Ghetsis onto his back and just did that. Right at Virgil made it outside, Kyurem used Icy Wind on the entrance. Now Zinzolin was sealed in a cold cave with a deadly ice dragon. Oh the things he did for Ghetsis…

“S-Stay back!” he coughed out. He scooted backwards. Kyurem approached and leaned his head in. The growl the dragon let out shook the sage’s entire body.

“I said stay back!” he yelled. He reached into his coat and pulled out a brand new shiny Master Ball. Kyurem immediately grimaced and moved back, eyeing the ball.

“Yeah! That’s right! Now open this cave!” he ordered. To his dismay, Kyurem gave him the cheek and moved further away. He gasped and ran after the dragon.

“Wait! How about a deal!?” Zinzolin asked. Kyurem stopped, pondered for a moment before turning around. His expression was less than amused.

“If...if I keep Ghetsis away from you, will you release me and promise to not take out your anger on anyone else?” Arceus, he felt like he was talking to a wall. Kyurem continued to stare. He seemed like he wanted more.

“...I’ll do my best to keep all Harmonias away,” he bargained. Now Kyurem seemed pleased. He gave a small nod. The sage grinned.

“Good! I’m glad we could come to an agreement! Now please open the entrance!” he requested. Kyurem stomped over to the entrance and with a single swipe, the ice shattered. Zinzolin gave a thumbs up but the Boundary Pokémon had a strict look.

“What?! You can trust me! I said I’ll do what I can to stop it from happening!” he said. Kyurem let out a low rumble and walked away. Zinzolin watched as the glowing yellow eyes disappeared between the darkness and ice pillars. He stepped outside to find Virgil with two of the Triad members. Virgil noticed the sage’s entrance and sighed.

“Oh thank Arceus you are safe. One of the Triad members already took Ghetsis. Let us go now. I know how much you hate the cold.”

Ghetsis woke up to Virma’s excessive whining. He groaned and opened up his eyes. 

“Virma, please quiet do-” He paused as he recognized his bedroom’s grey walls. He ripped off the sheets to see him dressed in his nightshirt, gloves and socks. He moved his arms an-

Wait.

He moved his left arm. Fine.

He moved his right arm.

It was fine as well. 

He gripped it and stared in shook. All his life, moving his right arm would cause him severe pain. He turned it, twist it and moved it in circles. Nope! Not even an ounce of pain! A large smile was now plastered on his face. Virma rested her head on her trainer’s lap.

“Ghetsis?” she said softly. Ghetsis chuckled and held his Hydregion’s head in his hands.

“Oh my dear Virma. Now I can hug you without pain,” he said. She gave a toothy grin and gave his face a large lick.

Knock, knock.

“Come in,” Ghetsis called out as he continued to caress Virma. The door opened, revealing Zinzolin. He was in his traditional purple robe and his lilac locks were tied back into a ponytail. 

“I am sor-” Ghetsis began but Zinzolin raised his hand.

“I know and I forgive you.” He walked over to the bed and sat on the edge. The sage was silent before handing Ghetsis a Pokeball.

“Your...father wanted you to have her,” he said, speaking with a soft voice. Ghetsis raised an eyebrown and opened the Pokeball. Out came out a Vulpix cub. The king stared at the fox Pokémon before cradling her in his arms.

“You got frostbite so he left her so you could have a constant heat source,” he explained. “He wanted me to tell you he wished to speak when you are ready.”

Ghetsis gave a small smile. He rubbed the cub’s belly with his index finger. She yipped, grabbed his finger and suckled on it. What a wonderful gift she was.

“I am going to name her...Blaise,” he said. “I will consider it but first, mistakes must be fixed. I have to compensate Phi, your alternative, my alternative....” He held Zinzolin’s face.

“Please retrieve my children. I must apologize to them first. We shall talk more later,” he ordered. Zinzolin nodded and to his surprise, Ghetsis hugged him. 

“...You are the best sages and advisors that I could ever ask for. You are important to me.” With a pat on the back, he nudged Zin toward the door. He lied back down and wrapped himself in the soft black blankets.

“I need to abuse my sick days,” he snickered. Zinzolin chuckled.

“Alright, Ghetsis. Get as much sleep as you need,” he said. He shut the door and Ghetsis cuddled his sheet. It was over. It was finally over. However, a twinge of regret throbbed in his heart. How many relationships did he damage? How many did he scare into submission? He huffed. No. Don’t think like that. That was not you. That was its doing.

Blaise mewled and curled up to rest right next to her new Trainer. His lips curled up. She had the right idea. He yawned and cuddled the fox Pokémon. He stared at her and shook his head.

“Forgiveness will not be easy. However, if he wishes to go down a path of redemption and reconciliation, I will disregard my grudge and let him back in my life.”