#Hall of the Mountain Grill

[pop-art-sixties-seventies]

David Hardy, Hall of the mountain grill, 1974

[savage-kult-of-gorthaur]

"…AND IN THE GROVE... MIDST MERRY THRONG AND MARKET CLATTER -- STOOD THE HALL OF THE MOUNTAIN GRILL."

PIC INFO: Spotlight on the legendary, high mythical Mountain Grill Restaurant, Ladbroke Grove, London, UK, 1977. Familiar to any fans of HAWKWIND or the prolific British science fiction author Michael Moorcock.

"…and in the grove, by the gate and hill, midst merry throng and market clatter -- stood the Hall of the Mountain Grill where the table strain'd 'neath loaded platter."

-- "LEGEND OF BEENZON TOSTE," c. 1974

Source: https://pinkfishmedia.net/forum/threads/hall-of-the-mountain-grill.210185.

[rwpohl]

d-rider, hawkind, hall of the mountain grill 1974

[panspanther]

Still have the album. 

Hawkwind - The Psychedelic Warlords (Disappear in Smoke)

[skele-bunny]

Oh do you have any thoughts about Rain getting bred and it took?

Who is/are the other parent(s), how many kit(s) and what their element(s) is/are?

May I request a fic(let) about it? Much thanks.

Ooo say less! I like to think Clutches can have various parents as each egg can be fertilized by different people or an egg by more than one. SAY LESS!!!!

First Day of School. (No CW) Rain/Everyone

CW - NONE

Tags: Ghoul kit talk, pregnancy talk, baby shenanigans

Characters: Rain, Cirrus, Mountain, Dewdrop, Aether, Lily (kit), Ember (Kit), Orion (Kit), Misc Ghouls.

(Divider by @ wrathofrats !)

Mornings were always chaotic in the den, even moreso after their packmate popped out three small kits. The sounds of squealing and running footsteps kept everyone on their toes, yet provided such a comfortable (sometimes stressed) atmosphere. Today was even more chaotic, half of the pack already left for their daily duties while the rest wrangled little ones around for their first day of school.

"Lily Ira! If you don't get your little butt over here and put your shoes on!" Cirrus' voice echoed, running down the hall just in time for a high pitch shrill to follow. "Gotcha!"

Just as Rain had begun to shuffle through his kit's dresser for Ember's uniform, the door opened to reveal Aether holding Orion by his foot, the little quintessence kit squealing as he swayed side-to-side; waving hello to his mother while his father held an uninterested look.

"Someone," Aether gave a little jiggle to Orion. "Thought it'd be smart to break into daddy's peanut butter stash. So, back to brushing our teeth!"

"Noo!" Orion whined at the realization, being brought back up and pouting against Aether's hold.

Rain let out a small laugh before waving them to the bathroom, Ember still waiting patiently on his lap, pajamas still downed. He yawned, fangs poking out as he did so, rubbing his eyes with a long whine that got Rain's attention. His little one raised his hands and began to talk, just like the others had been taught since they were born.

"Mama, do I really have to go today?"

The water ghoul's hand finally found the uniform that had been pushed to the back, nodding in response. Once he sat down the outfit his hands raised as well.

"Yes, you do. But it's going to be so fun!" Rain smiled. "You're going to make soo many friends, and I know your teacher personally! Sister Oren is a lovely lady."

Ember simply whined again. "Will dad be there?"

"Yes. Your dad just needed to do his morning rounds, but he made sure to have a break in-between just to see you."

That seemed to satisfy enough for the little fire kit, snuggling back against his mama as he was carefully dressed, albeit lazy as Ember had no interest in getting up. With a little bit more hassle with shoes and placing his hair into a small ponytail, Rain grabbed his kit's hand and led them outside where breakfast waited. He took in the scene after helping Ember into his seat, sighing as Lily had kicked off her shoes again and clung to her father's back.

"If padre doesn't have to wear shoes, then I don't wanna' either!" She hissed, wiggling as her mother tried again.

"Your padre is very much wearing shoes today, just like he has multiple other times!" Cirrus replied back, managing to get only a single shoe on before she successfully kicked off the other one. "Girl! Chill out!"

Lily only laughed again, Mountain chuckling as he tried to stay still for his mate to wrangle shoes on for the fifth time that morning while still flipping grilled cheese. Once Cirrus tied Lily's shoes to the point she couldn't kick off, the multi kit simply dead weighted in her mother's arms, groaning and lightly kicking her feet.

"Shoes suck!" She whined.

Cirrus snorted, shaking her head. "There are more important things to argue about, shoes are definitely not top priority."

"Well I think shoes should be optional."

"Let me know if you still stand by that statement when you step on one of your own toys."

Immediately the small pack grimaced, too many times their poor feet received pings of pain from Legos and other sharp toys still strowed about. Rain shivered at the thought, turning as the last kit's chair was filled, Orion going straight to his peanut butter covered banana, looking at his father with a shit eating grin.

"Okay, I give up. He's just gonna smell like peanut butter today." Aether put his hands up in defeat, now going back to reassembling his backpack duty for each kit.

Rain giggled before whistling, catching the kits attentions before he signed again. "Are you guys excited for your first day?"

There was a unanimous shaking of heads, Ember just shrinking down into his chair more.

"Awh, my loves..." He pouted some. "I promise you're going to love it. But Dad is going to be there, so is your uncle Swiss and aunty Sunshine."

"Yes!!" Lily cheered, mouth still full of grilled cheese as she pumped her hand in the air. "I fucking love Aunty Sunny!"

Her parents quickly gave the hardest glare, Lily's eyes widening before covering her mouth. "Sorry..."

Mountain's eye twitched, sighing. "Swiss."

"No cussing in school." Rain quickly added, suddenly praying harder to Lucifer that his daughter didn't get detention on her very first day.

With a few minutes left to spare, bellies full and wiped mouths, Aether helped put on backpacks while Mountain crouched to adjust little hoods and masks. It was a smaller version of the Prequelle masks that didn't cover the horns, hence the hood. They honestly looked like little cultists, and Rain couldn't stop taking pictures. They looked perfect. Ember had found his way on to Aether's shoulder as he kept whining, Orion and Lily running ahead but not too far away as the pack made their way outside to the school.

Fellow children of sin and their parents joined, and every now and then another kit would be carried by with their own. The school house was in a different section of the abbey as it's own building, comfortably sat between the dining hall and hospital with the forest right behind.

But the sight of a fire ghoul with two others looking around for their pack got Lily to squeal, now completely running away from her other parents and straight to Sunshine. The three's body language shown as Sunshine picked up the little multi, bonking her helmet against Lily's hood.

"Hi there, little stinker!" She laughed, twirling them around before giving a big squeeze. "Look at you! So damn cute!"

Orion ran just as fast, hugging Swiss' waist and receiving a knuckle sandwich, the two laughing before doing their little handshake, the two kits being exchanged so Swiss could also get Lily cuddles and Orion a giant amount of forehead bonks. Dewdrop was just as excited, rubbing his helmet over both of the kits before turning, meeting Rain and Aether half way.

He opened his arms and Ember quickly lept over, little claws digging into Dew's jacket. "Daddd!" He whined again.

A questioning glance was thrown to the four, Aether sighing. "He wants nothing to do with this. Had a good few cries because you weren't there."

"Awh, Em'..." Dew leaned close, scenting his son for comfort. "I'm right here! I'm sorry I couldn't be there this morning."

Ember simply huffed, heating himself up while Dew responded in the same way. The group stayed huddled around, talking back and forth of miscellaneous things before a bell began to chime, eyes turning to the silver bell that sat outside the school house.

"That's first bell!" Mountain said, lightly bouncing his shoulders that Orion had made himself home on. "You three ready?"

"Yeah!" Lily exclaimed, ignited with a new passion as Sunshine held her hand.

Rain suddenly got a surge of anxiety, looking at Aether with a worried expression. "Did you get their lunch boxes?"

"I did."

"What about their inside shoes?"

"Also, yes." Aether chuckled, trying to rub Rain's arm.

"Oh, oh, Ember's allergen card?!"

Dewdrop responded by showing their son's backpack with a double-sided, laminated, lanyard attached that held the big words 'Allergy Notice' with a small list underneath. Rain rubbed his face, now noticing every small detail, fixing socks, pressing down robes, and redoing Lily's shoelaces as she started rubbing at them to loosen. Cirrus kneeled down to do the other shoe, looking over at the water ghoul.

"Hey, you're freaking out more than Ember was this morning." She lightly joked, nudging Rain's shoulder as he stayed focused on his task.

He shook his head, sighing and standing back up without responding. He eyed the three in front before busting into sobs, catching the pack off guard, shuffling closer for a group hug.

"What's wrong mommy?" Orion mumbled, being taken into his mother's arms, Lily on the other side, and Ember maneuvered to be right in the middle.

He simply shook his head, clutching his kits harder and trying to push his muzzle against their cheeks, whining. If there was something all three kits shared was being an empath just like their mom, Em slowly starting to tear up before wailing, setting off his other two siblings. Little claws dug into Rain, now completely unwilling to let go and their excitement quickly gone. The pack's heart crushed at the same time, Sunshine putting her hands under her mask to wipe away her own tears, Aether just on the verge as well.

It felt like it wasn't too long ago when Rain had laid in the lake, surrounded by the entire pack after his eggs had grown, each kit had been pushed out and carefully cut out of their sacks. Their screaming wails almost making Aurora fall into the water from their little echoes, Dewdrop being the only one unbothered while others had worn different ear muffs. How did they grow up so fast? One moment they're as small as Mountain's palm, the next they're reaching Swiss' waist to hug.

Even still, their siren wails echoed, Aether getting closer just to hug the four tighter which the others followed.

"Getting so big..." Cirrus mumbled, kissing each of their heads.

Swiss chimed in, his voice gentle to try and calm down the pack. "Hey, hey! Everything's going to be alright! Where's that happy energy, huh? We can't be sad on our first day! How else are we going to possibly burn down the building?"

That got a little giggle from Lily, the ghoulette wiping her eyes but staying against Rain's shoulder.

"Your uncle's right. Everything is going to be okay. No need for tears," Dew moved, hand going under Rain's helmet to wipe his cheek. "Today's going to be so fun, you're going to meet new friends, get to run around all day, and before you know it you'll be back home!"

Rain took the hint, quickly sniffling and trying to calm himself. He linked to Aether, the quintessence humming before speaking for his mate. "Mama said your dad's right, and that he's sorry for crying. He wants all of you to have the best days ever, and he'll be waiting right here for when you get out."

Orion pushed back, chewing his finger under his mask. "Promise?"

"He said he promises."

Very carefully, Dew took Lily and Mountain plucking Orion back up by his scruff that he loved. Ember stayed latched to Rain, the two swaying back and forth while they tried to calm each other. Ember was kneading on Rain's back, mumbling "Is' okay, mama... Is' okay..." While Rain gently scratched at Ember's head.

The second bell chimed, and Rain reluctantly took a step forward, the others following with Cirrus keeping a gentle hand on his back. Lily had quickly perked back up and was passed around for forehead bumps and kisses, being stood and Swiss readjusting her backpack. Ember was surprisingly next, receiving the same treatment but his lanyard being placed around his neck. Their last kit was chewing on Mountain's arm before being suddenly moved to another set of arms and around, placed on the ground as well.

Crouching, the pack gave their own wishes of a good day and love.

"Make sure to keep your masks—and shoes," Swiss started, eyeing Lily specifically. "-On today. Don't be afraid to go say hi to the other kids, yeah?"

"And look out for each other!" Dew now chimed in.

Rain got to his knees so he was about equal level with his kits, unable to do more than hold three fingers up and shake back and forth. "I love you."

In sync, the kits replicated, Ember holding Orion's hand once they were finished.

"Alright!" Mountain's voice cracked, quickly clearing his throat. "Off you go!"

With a gentle nudge, all three waved again before falling behind the rest of the children quickly trying to get in. The pack stood up straight, waving until they were out of sight. It took only a second before Dew groaned, laying his head against Aether's chest as his shoulders bounced with his own cries.

"Who the fuck let us have kits?! This is terrible!" Dew whined.

"Six whole hours they're gonna be gone. I don't know what I'm going to do with myself." Mountain added, no longer holding back his tears.

Rain sighed, if his tail had been visible it'd be between his legs. He felt Swiss grab his hand and give a gentle squeeze. "C'mon you lot of babies, cry away from the windows."

Reluctantly, they turned, Rain throwing another glance over his shoulder at the now closed doors. Unfortunately, Mountain was right. Besides the few that had duties, it was too quiet in the den. There was no laughter and the sound of patting feet, or even the small bickering of who's toy belonged to who. The day just seemed to drag on for what felt like forever, Rain napping most of it away as he couldn't stand the silence.

He knew it was something he needed to get used to, and maybe take advantage of, but right now he couldn't. He missed the feeling of his kits snuggled in the bed, how Lily would snore just like her padre and kick out occasionally; Orion talking in his sleep about some random TV show Cumulus got him addicted to. How Ember mimicked his father and was a tiny space heater that always seemed to find his way under Rain's chin despite them tossing and turning in their sleep. He missed little hands nudging him awake so they could have a snack, or to see if they can go outside with the other children to play, sometimes even to settle their little fights.

It was misery in a box that had been graciously handed to Rain.

However, when the sound of his phone's alarm went off, he's never ran out of his room so fast before—Phantom who had just gotten back from his own duties following after. They followed the path to the school house where Cumulus stood next to other impatient parents, waving them over. The three simply fit right in, nervously bouncing on their heels before the doors opened. Instantly, waves of children ran out, and very soon after Rain's did as well.

Lily made a straight line for Phantom, the quint yelling as the kit had enough force to knock them over, rolling around on the gravel as they rough housed immediately. Ember, of course, found his way into his mother's arms, the two purring like no tomorrow; Orion already showing off one of his drawings to Cumulus who listened with every ounce of interest.

That tsunami of misery was gone in a flash, Rain squeezing Em just a bit tighter as he looked at his other two that had now tag teamed Phantom and were chewing on his arm and leg. He whistled, making them freeze and turn, Ember even pulling back to look.

Rain brought a single hand up since his other arm was occupied, signing a bit more slowly. "Ready to go home?"

They scrambled off the bat, Cumulus giggling as he rubbed his leg where Orion got a good nip in. As the group walked, each kit took turns (and sometimes overlapping) to ramble about what they did, their new friends, who they sat next to, and even the new name tags they got temporarily for their desks.

"I colored mine purple!" Lily exclaimed, skipping while holding Phantom's hand.

Orion scoffed, "You totally stole my idea! I did mine purple first!"

"Nu-uh!"

"Yeah-huh!"

"Alright you two, shh. You can both have purple name tags." Phantom butted in, watching the two stick their tongues out at one another.

Cumulus pipped up. "What about you, Em? Did you colors yours in?"

"No... Put stickers on it, though." He said softly, rubbing his tired eye underneath his mask with an accompanying yawn. "And Lily took her shoes off."

"I didn't!" She squealed.

"Yes you did!" Orion confirmed, laughing. "She did it three whole times!"

"I'm gonna eat your bananas you snitch!" Lily squealed, running ahead as their den came into sight.

Orion yelled in panic for his favorite fruit, chasing after her with everything he had. The three adults simply laughed, Rain shaking his head as he readjusted the now sleeping kit in his hold. He gave another squeeze and relaxed, welcoming the sounds of his kits in the den once more.

[shira-cosmic-star]

May the Best Man Wins

Tohma x MC x Mido Jealousy HC[Requested]

MC walks down the halls of Frostheim to met up with Tohma after he had asked them too. The heels of their dress shoes echoed through the quiet hall. As the reached the large door to the dinning room. They knocked and opened the door.

“Hello? Tohma?” They called for him.

“MC, glad you could make it. Have a seat please.” He ushered his right hand to the seat in front of him. On the table were a cup of hot tea and a few small snacks for their likings.

“It comes to my attention that you have another admirer. Mido.” MC nodded their head to confirmed. [flashback] “MC?” MC turned their head to the sound of a male’s voice. It was Alan.

“Hello Alan, what’s up?” Noticing the awkwardness on his face. He scratched the back of his head.

“Here.” He pulled a small gift bag from behind him. Confused, MC takes the bag and opens it. It was a small plushy key chain. The plushie was a small white dove. MC smiled and thanked Alan for the sweet gift.

“What’s this for?” They asked.

“Thanks for helping out on the case.”

[flashback ends]

Ever since that day, Alan has been trying to court MC by asking them about their day and inviting them for lunch. Alan doesn’t eat in the cafeteria so he grills his own food. Thought that it’ll be nice to have them around too. Tohma once walked over to Vegastorm to talk to Alan. Since Alan didn’t check his phone when he had reached out to him. Once Tohma got there, he noticed how close MC and Alan were. They sat next to each other while MC rambles about anything. MC was smiling at Alan… Tohma felt his jaw tighten, just as his fists did too. He had wished MC paid more attention to him too. Then..Tohma became competitive.

[HC starts here]

-Tohma would purposely memorize MC’s schedule so he could run into them and have small talk

-MC would receive good morning and goodnight texts from both. Even though Alan’s would be simple as “GN” or have a little bit of typos.

-Tohma starts to invite MC to more parties as his date.

-Alan is aware of Tohma’s feelings by now, but isn’t going to give up on MC now.

-Tohma would buy them their favorite snacks that he took notes of during their small talks.

-Both would check up on them. Tohma would text them reminders to take care of themselves as well as physically telling them in person

-Alan would invite MC to the garage and teach them what he knows. Like oil change, how to change a tire, different tools to use and etc.

-Alan would also teach MC more combat training so they can protect themselves

-Tohma would teach MC how to ball room dance.

-Tohma would help MC pick out a dress/dress suit, and shoes for the party as well has the appropriate accessories to match. He would compliment MC as he kissed their hand. “You look absolutely stunning.”

-Alan would ask MC if they wanted to go hiking with him and his crew during fall. While Hiking up the mountain. If their footing starts to slide. He would hold out his hand for MC to grab. Once he pulls them up. He stays behind them incase they slide again.

Both of these gentlemen has done many things to please MC. If one took a step, other would take two steps ahead. It’s this on going thing between the two rivals as the battle to win MC over.

After all~

“May the best man wins.”

(This also unedited, will edit later)

[rjmartin11]

Hide and Go Seek One Shot

Pairing: Elvis & female!reader

Summary: Elvis had been away from you for far too long, and you want to play with him in more ways than one.

Word Count: ???

Warnings: Material is not suitable for under 18 years of age. Viewer discretion is advised!

Author's Notes: Hello, world. RJ here. I'm just passing through with a one-shot that's been on the shelves of my mind for a while. I'm retired from writing, but I wanted y'all to have this. Something dirty. Enjoy.

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It's been a full thirty-five days since Elvis left on his cross-country tour, and you missed him deeply. Even though he calls every few days to let you know where he is and how the shows are going, you need him around. His physical presence keeps you humble.

Although you have your hands full with a one year old baby boy. You want his daddy around to play with both of you. You feel like Elvis would have missed his first steps if he didn't walk in through the door that very moment.

He called you last night stating that he'd be home today. You haven't truly slept since the call. It only mattered that baby boy had rest, so he could play with daddy. You made sure he was fed and bathed.

You started cooking immediately for your weary traveler and his band of soldiers. All of Elvis' favorite dishes were to be made with exceptions. Fried chicken, barbecue chicken on the grill, potato salad, mustard greens, mashed potatoes with Smoky Mountain gravy, black-eyed peas, macaroni and cheese, cream onion casserole, and cornbread. For dessert, banana pudding, sweet potato pie, and Ms. Mary's chocolate cake.

You scrambled all over the kitchen with Ms. Mary and Ms. Nancy came in to help with the load. You worked a full six hours in preparation for your love to come home to a great meal. You knew the meals on the road consisted of junk food, so this had to be special.

As you started to slow down a bit, Ms. Nancy asked you to go upstairs and rest. You didn't want to fall asleep on Elvis, so you did as asked and slept for a few hours.

"Mama???" You hear his little voice from down the hall and open your eyes. "Mama???"

You rub the sleep out of your eyes and head to his room. You creep slow around the corner as you hear him continue to call your name. You peek your head in the door, and he starts to giggle. Your son has his daddy's contagious gift of laughter.

"Is that my little Garon?" You ask.

"Mama!" He says with excitement in his voice.

"Hi, Mama's baby boy. Mama's handsome baby boy," you say, taking him out of his crib.

You get him ready for the day, and you both head downstairs. The ladies have taken care of dinner just as promised. You hand Garon off to his Great Aunt Delta and Great-Grandma Dodger so you can finish getting dressed for Elvis' arrival. You take a quick shower and get your hair and makeup ready for him. You want to look irresistible for your love.

As you put the final touches on mascara, you hear a big commotion downstairs.

"Daddy's home," you say to yourself, finishing up.

You run out of the room and to the staircase just in time to see Elvis look up at you. His smile lights up the room, and your glows.

"Hello, Mrs. Presley," he says, greeting with Garon in his arm.

"Hello, my husband," you reply, walking down the stairs.

He walks up to you with his free arm open to you. You embrace him gently as your son is in his other arm. He kisses your head and whispers he missed you. You tell him how much you miss him and how glad he's home.

Everybody crowded into the kitchen to get a plate. You made Elvis' and Garon's plates first, and then everyone piled in for their plate. Ms. Nancy made you a plate, so you sit and eat.

For the next thirty to forty-five minutes, the house was alive with laughter and conversation. Everyone talking about the tour and their adventures on the road.

"All in all," Elvis starts, "it was an amazing trip. This tour was great. Now, I'm just grateful to rest for the next three months."

"Rest? My husband wants to rest?" You ask.

"Yes," he answered. "Traveling around the country is fun, but I wanna rest."

"I guess you can wait on that surprise I have for you," you whisper in his ear.

"Surprise??? Baby, you didn't have to get me anything."

"I wanted to," you say, kissing his cheek. "Get rid of the boys and come find me upstairs."

You pick up Garon and walk toward the door. You bid everyone good night. Your sister drops by and takes Garon home with her, so you and Elvis can have Graceland all to yourselves.

You go upstairs and wait for him on the bed. You waited six months, so another fifteen to thirty minutes wouldn't hurt.

You peek out the window as everyone leaves out the front door, piling into their cars. Elvis tells everyone goodnight and thanks them for everything. He turns and looks up at the window. He sees you staring back at him and smiles the notorious smile of his. You bite your lip and close the curtain.

Seconds later, he's up in the room looking at you sitting on the bed.

"My pretty little Satnin. How I've missed you," he whispers as he crawls on top of you.

"I missed you, E," you whisper back.

He starts passionately kissing. You start slipping your fingers in his hair as he does so, kissing him back. You've longed for this moment for six, dreaded long months.

You roll yourself on top of him and push yourself off of him. You stand in front of him and begin to undress. Elvis watches in awe of you. As you slip out of your panties, cock begins to tent in his pants.

"You missed me, E?" You ask.

"Can't you tell?" He asks back.

"Then why are your clothes still on?"

Without another thought, Elvis starts to unbutton his shirt and undo his belt. Pulling his pants down off of his hips, disposing them to the floor. His cock sits up long and hard before you. All the things you want to do his penis. All the things you've longed to do to his penis.

You bow in front of Elvis. Not allowing him to wait another moment to start to suck him off at the head of his cock. His head falls back, and he moans your name. You only do this for a few seconds until you get off of your knees. You gently climb on top of him until you both are face to face, kissing one another. Elvis rubs your back. Followed by your ass. Then, he slides his fingers in between your legs to your vaginal lips, gently stroking your clitorus. You indulge in the feeling a moment.

Then Elvis pumps his cock a few times, attempting to penatrate you. You stop him and whisper,

"I wanna play a game."

"What?" Elvis asks confused.

You crawl off of him, standing before him and repeat,

"I. Wanna. Play. A. Game."

Elvis, reluctant to your quips, answers you as he gently strokes the throbbing in his dick.

"What kind of a game, Y/N?"

"Hide and Go Seek. In the house. Naked."

Elvis, wide eye, pops his head up to look at you.

"A... w-what? Hide and seek in the house naked?" He answers.

You nod your head enthusiastically. The smile never leaves your face. You squeeze your legs at the thought of him catching you. It makes you wet.

"Y/N, baby. Garon? What if he needs us?"

"He's with his aunt. He'll be with her for the rest of the night."

"Mary? Nancy?"

"I gave them the night off. They helped me cook your welcome home dinner. They earned it."

"Dodger? Aunt Delta?"

"E, everyone is gone. Graceland is all ours for the evening. Surprise."

Elvis smirks to you with that infamous smirk that makes your heart gallop, your knees quiver, and pussy drips. Elvis sits up on the bed, looking at you like he could eat you alive.

"You have twenty seconds to hide before I stuff my dick so far up your pussy they hear you scream on Beale Street," Elvis says.

"That's only if you can catch me," you laugh, running out the door and down the stairs.

"One!" Elvis shouts, standing from the bed.

"Two! Three!" He continues to shout.

Elvis gets quiet as he starts searching the house for you. He walks downstairs, allowing the soft carpet to massage his bare feet. He quietly looks in the living room, and he even takes the extra steps to see if you're hiding in the music room. He'd love to fuck you on top of the piano.

He walks into the dining area and checks under the table. He makes way into the kitchen, silently searching for you. He rubs the ache in his dick, begging for a release only you can prove.

"Y/N?" He calls out to you. "Oh, Y/N. Where are you?" He asks.

He walks towards the Jungle Room, but there's still no sign of you. It doesn't make him mad. It only makes him want you more. He so enjoys the chase.

"Oh, you are so good at this, Y/N," he says. "I'm going to find you, and I'm going to fuck you so hard that you'll be begging me to stop."

You start to giggle but quietly move downstairs. Elvis heard you and ran to the sound of your voice.

"Baby, no cheating now. If you left the house, that's cheating. You want the public to see you. That beautiful, naked body of yours."

*ring* goes the phone.

Elvis looks at the phone confused. Who could be calling you and him right in the middle of your game. Hesitant, Elvis picks up the phone and answers.

"Hello?"

"I didn't leave the house," you say over the phone.

"Y/N, you naughty girl. You deserve a spankin'."

"Don't threaten me with a good time."

"Once I get my hands on you..."

"Talk is cheap, Presley."

"Tell me where you are."

"Where's the fun in that?" You answered him. "You're so close, E."

"Give me a hint."

"Well, there are six phones in the house. One in your study. The kitchen. The bedroom. The living room. And the other two are... E?"

Elvis goes quiet. Dead quiet to the point that it scares you. Then you realize he knows where you are!!! He knows you're downstairs! You drop the phone and try to make a run for it, but he grabs you as you get to the doorway. You yell with excitement.

You back away from him. You made him wait to pleasure you too long. He's sex deprived, hungry, and needy for you. You can see the lust in his eyes. Where the color of his eyes was once a clear blue, you now see a stormy dark gray.

"Now, E..." You say trying to calm him down.

"Silence," Elvis says, backing you up to the sofa.

You run away from him further into the den of the room, but he's right behind you. He grabs you and lays you face down on the sofa. He slaps your ass a few times cause moans to escape from your lips.

"Bad girl," Elvis says, through clinched teeth.

*smack*

"Making me wait to fuck you."

*smack*

"Not allowing me to take what's rightfully mine."

*smack*

"Awe!" Is all you can muster up.

The action makes you wetter. You start to hump the couch as another smack lands across your backside. Elvis has your hands where you can please yourself, so you fuck the sofa.

He forces his hand upon your ass once more, then he raises you ass in the air where you can't grind the sofa.

"Elvis, please," you beg.

"Elvis, please!" He mocks you, placing another smack to your rear end.

Then, without warning, he stuffs himself inside your pussy from behind. You let out such a moan at the penatration and pleasure that fulls you up. Holding your sides, he pounds his rock-hard dick inside with fervor. You delight in the feeling of being one with him.

With your hands free, you waste no time placing your fingers on your clit to work yourself into a frenzy. He pumps into you for a few minutes until he pulls out of you, turning you around to fuck you from the front.

He hungrily kisses your lips and makes his way down your neck. He takes his time going down to your breast, giving them special treatment. You moan at the sensation of his lips on your skin. They're like two plush clouds massaging you.

Elvis bites your left nipple causing you to scream. He looks at you with that devilish grin and licks the ache away. He sits up for a moment, and you take this opportunity to kiss him. You push him on his back, mounting his cock. He helps you line yourself up with his cock, and pulls you down to relieve the ache of pleasure. You both moan at the first stroke of each other.

You begin to ride his penis like you're on saddle back. You start slow at a slow trot and pick up the pace into a full gallop. Your heart has been racing since the beginning of your little game. But it's nothing compared to the way it races with Elvis inside you. You love this man so much.

He pushes himself inside you just right where he hits your g spot, and your moans fill the room. You are so blissed out from ecstasy that you tumble on top of him. He holds you closer than a toddler holds his or her teddy bear.

You both lay there quietly, just enjoying each other's company.

"Baby," Elvis says, "That was the best game of hide and seek I've ever played. I never knew running around Graceland naked could be such fun."

"Oh, I did, E. I knew," you say, wrapping his arm around you.

"So, what's the next game, Y/N?" He asks, kissing your head.

"I'm sure you'll think of something."

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[steve-hen-grant]

Moon boys at Disney World 🌙🎠

✨ Headcanons because I want to meet Mr Knight in Disneyland all the time. Wanna make a part 2 to cover these 80s dudes’ response to Galaxies edge alone-

♘ Steven is in the hall of American Presidents.

♘ Marc is holding Jake back in the head space, probably because this is Steven’s third go around.

♘ Marc goes on Space mountain. Jake then also gets a turn on space mountain. Then Marc. Then Jake again.

♘ Marc is keen on a Mickey bar. Steven is not since they aren’t dairy free.

♘“Mate, Cmon, get a classic dole whip! It’s pineapple!”

♘ “Don’t worry buddy, It’s not a real mouse,” as he unwraps his ice cream.

♘ Jake refuged in the Haunted Mansion to get away from the colors.

♘ Steven dragged him out to meet Mary Poppins

♘ All three enjoy taking turns to eat a fancy grilled cheese in Epcot (The ones they serve with a literal can of tomato soup? They think it’s hilarious.)

♘ Steven gets brave enough for the TRON legacy ride. The guys are cheering him on. As soon as the operator gives a thumbs up- Marc has been elected to the front.

♘ Steven is inside the Epcot ball and anticipates the ancient history section.

♘ Marc likes the stars section.

♘ Jake likes the part where the shuttle goes backwards and feels like laying down.

♘ Jake finds Test Track. You already know.

♘ VRROOOOOOOMMMMMM

♘ The guys Hype up Steven to try Rock n’ Roller coaster. He’s in and just as he starts to push Marc to the front- the ride GOES.

♘ and he LOVED it.

♘ The moon boys are hyping Steven on as he buys a round (1) of lightsaber churros.

♘ Marc appreciated the Aerosmith.

… ♘ Jake is figuring out how to get a vehicle this fast

[mariacallous]

The collapse of the Afghan state amid the United States’ withdrawal in 2021 gifted the new Taliban government with more than $7 billion worth of U.S. military equipment. Afghanistan’s new overlords suddenly found themselves with fleets of Humvees, mountains of machine guns, and forests of radars and satellite dishes. The vast hardware hoard also included dozens of aircraft: a motley mix of Hind and Blackhawk helicopters, cargo planes, and close air support props.

Before the Taliban even had time to inventory their new arsenal, Egyptian filmmaker Ibrahim Nash’at arrived in Kabul. From his home in Berlin, he had seen the scenes of civilians storming Kabul’s international airport in a desperate attempt to flee, and he had managed to obtain permission to come to Afghanistan and film. But his plan—to record the suffering of ordinary Afghans—was swiftly dashed. Accompanied by a Taliban minder at all times and forbidden to film anyone other than a Taliban commander and his men, Nash’at was forced to switch tack. That commander happened to be Mawlawi Mansour, the Taliban fighter in charge of creating a new Taliban air force from the equipment and pilots who were left behind.

Under orders from Mansour, Nash’at became the unexpected chronicler of a high-profile facet of Afghanistan’s regime change. The result is Hollywoodgate, a 90-minute documentary named after the sprawling U.S. base in Kabul, where the Taliban created their new air force after U.S. forces fled. In a total of seven months in the new Afghanistan and assisted only by a lone translator, Nash’at shot 220 hours of footage, later culled down with a team of five producers and nine Afghan translators. Overcoming his subjects’ extreme suspicion, Nash’at managed eventually to blend into Taliban meetings, inspections, and military missions, becoming so invisible that his subjects forgot about his camera and relaxed.

Mansour takes command of the former U.S. air base and immediately sets to work. He inspects his new force and is impressed by the scale of U.S. resources. But he is appalled by their Spartan aesthetics; “plant some trees here” is a constant command to scurrying subordinates as Mansour strides across the base. Taliban conversations show a sudden inversion: Off-screen holdouts against the new regime are “the insurgents” opposed by “our special forces.”

For Mansour’s men, the order of the day is repairing aircraft, many of which were purposely disabled by departing U.S. forces. After a perfunctory grilling, a handful of pilots from the old Afghan air force are welcomed into the new force. (Many others had fled with their aircraft to neighboring countries.) Training new Taliban pilots will take time, but Mansour gets a course up and running, his lecturers aided by a cardboard mock-up of a cockpit.

Women are immediately pushed to the margins of the new Afghanistan. With a whiff of amusement at their past effrontery, Mansour dictates that women in his ministry may return to work, but only if they are veiled. His own wife, he brags to his staff, is a doctor, but he restricted her to the home upon marriage.

The mood among Mansour’s future Taliban airmen is upbeat. We see low-ranking fighters exulting in their victory over the Americans and “the Jews.” An ambitious lieutenant is showered in confetti to celebrate his acceptance into the new air force academy. A gleeful door guard flags every comrade passing him in the hall with his U.S.-made M-4 rifle—the cocktail of frivolity and danger that characterizes many an insurgency or militia in the poorest parts of the world.

At times, the new overlords can verge on endearing. Mansour and his men visit the base’s well-appointed gym, where one Talib struggles to press a pair of dumbbells above his head. The boss steps on a treadmill and happily plods along, ordering one sent to his home “to make my belly smaller.”

I witnessed a very similar scene when I was deployed to Afghanistan as a U.S. Marine more than a decade ago. When we handed over a coalition patrol base to one of the Afghan government’s paramilitary forces, the incoming commander breezed by the fortifications, operations center, and mess hall. But a derelict elliptical trainer in our sandy outdoor gym fascinated him. He hopped aboard with a big grin and churned away, to the bemusement of the handful of watching Marines.

Outside the tight circle in which he was permitted to film, Nash’at was far less welcome, he told me in an interview this summer. In his wordless brushes with Afghan civilians, he felt indicted by their stares. He was convinced that they saw him as an Arab propagandist—a voyeur who had come to Afghanistan to see and celebrate the Taliban’s triumph.

Despite the restrictions placed on him as an outsider, Nash’at managed to get glimpses of ordinary Afghan life. Children occasionally appear onscreen, and we get a sense of the extent to which they have been formed and traumatized by a lifetime of war. Hanging on a tow ring of a hulking mine-resistant vehicle, one boy in a camouflage shalwar kameez mumbles that he will “take a weapon and kill you all.”

After months of maintenance, training, and reorganization, Mansour gets his triumph. Toward the end of Nash’at’s filming, the Taliban stage a military parade for their own men and a handful of Russian, Chinese, and Iranian dignitaries. After a show of marching infantry, armored vehicles, and a battalion intended for suicide bombing on motorcycles, Hinds and Blackhawks fly past the grandstand. It’s a successful first operation for the Taliban’s new air force, even if the fly-by is bit too fast for Mansour’s liking.

In the film’s final scene, Mansour is seen on his cell phone berating an official at the Tajikistan Defense Ministry for harboring the Taliban’s enemies. Nash’at told me he believes that many Taliban have aims beyond Afghanistan’s borders. One high-ranking leader told him, “I can’t wait until we conquer Egypt.” The Taliban believe they and their forebears have turned Afghanistan into the graveyard of empires, defeating the British Empire, the Soviet Union, and now the United States. One fighter exults that “with American weapons we will rule the world!”

Whatever their intentions, the film also leaves viewers skeptical of the Taliban’s ability to wield meaningful military power. Like many journalists since then, Nash’at immediately picked up on the boredom among the Taliban fighters that followed on the heels of military victory. While negotiating Kabul’s traffic in a sedan just weeks after the city’s fall, one of Mansour’s lieutenants tells the filmmaker that he already longs for war: the return of the Americans, 500 bullets, and martyrdom. Late in the film, an enthusiastic crowd of Taliban tries to pile into an aircraft for a VIP test flight and are beaten off with curses by Mansour’s men. Afghanistan’s new rulers are likely to have their hands full just keeping discipline among their own former fighters.

Nash’at likened the realities of governing after fighting to coming down from a narcotic high. Building a bureaucracy seems much harder work than winning a war. Staff meetings and wrangling over budgets are a poor substitute for ambushes and assaults. Early in the film, one Talib waxes nostalgic for the life of an insurgent, showing Nash’at the cave he and a few other men took refuge in.

Despite his fear and disgust of the Taliban, Nash’at believes that the West should engage them. He said that if they are ignored, they will act out for the world’s attention, to the detriment of their own people and the region. But he harbors no illusions that such engagement will yield swift changes in the character of the Taliban.

With Hollywoodgate, now streaming after a limited theatrical release, Nash’at may not have made the film he originally set out to make. The suffering of the Afghan people was walled off from him. The Taliban’s strictures confined him to a narrow lane and, as he notes in an introductory voice-over, to the story they wanted to tell the world. But if the Taliban thought that they had put Nash’at on a short enough leash to force him to produce a piece of propaganda for the new regime, they were mistaken, too.

After Mansour’s air show, Taliban secret police demanded that Nash’at come to their office and show them all of his footage. As he told IndieWire in an interview, he knew then that his work was done: “I was filming the transformation of a militia into a military regime, and I realized at that moment the transformation was complete.” Through empathy, patience, and not a little audacity, Nash’at succeeded in capturing a story of Afghan nation-building—but a far different one than almost any Westerner could have imagined 20 years before.

[little-pup-pip]

Just curious, what requests do you have in your queue/to do currently? If you're ok with saying it that is :]

Oh boy, that's a bigger question than last time someone asked! I have over 200 waiting requests at this point!! Because of that this got very very long, so I put the rest under the cut! Like last time, this is in order of how recently I received the request, and doesn't mean I'm too busy to take new requests!!

Ibara saegusa (enstars)

Monochrome oranges cats and angels

Gloomy bear

Another rockruff (maybe)

Cult of the lamb (specifically the lamb)

Llewellyn Watts (Murdoch Mysteries)

Jake (trailer park warlock)

Cult of the lamb (pet dreaming themed)

Bear therian

Selkie

Ice bear (we bare bears)

Tubbo (maybe)

Snow leopard

Pink

Australian shepherd (pupre)

Cassie (fnaf: ruin)

Draik (neopets)

The rainbow fish

Black kitten + space

Pumpkin head (maybe, needs more research)

Alice in wonderland

Sheep

Someone's OC Avery & siblings

Gothic

Star catcher (MLP)

Masc version of my druid board

Scrooge CG (2009 film)

Beetlejuice

Superstar daycare (fnaf)

1950s + ocean

Pandas + light purple and black

Dandelions

Willy wonka CG (recent movie)

Maki Harukawa (Danganronpa)

Kidcore Halloween + pumpkin puppy Webkinz

Fruit bat

Mermaid

Pastel purple + pandas

Robocar Poli

Brown, lime green and forest green puppy

Weird Barbie CG

Shiny Vaporeon

Where the wild things are

Squid

Dylan (the magic roundabout)

Conner CG (Detroit become human)

Mitsuri kanroji (demon slayer)

Minecraft mooshrooms

Sharks or wolves (haven't decided)

Hot Wheels

Miffy

Fox

Sharks

Zombies

Vincent (dead plate)

Vintage kitty dreaming

Deadpool

Shane CG (stardew valley)

Wolf pup

Celestia and Luna (MLP)

Soft blue and yellow

Pascal (animal crossing)

Pastel blue and pink

Batman CG

Ram

Osamu dazai (bungo stray dogs)

Dylan (the quarry)

Rain/nature + white rabbits

Ox

Penguin + dinosaur

Noah (total drama island)

Vision CG (marvel)

Light blue

Bumble bees + lavender

Yellow + ducks

Bearded vulture

Barn owl

Queen barb (trolls world tour)

Oliver (vocaloid)

Light green light brown and beige

Mind (Chonny Jash/CCCC)

Cinnamoroll + emu otori (project sekai)

Yellow+ chicks and puppy stuffies

Seam CG (deltarune)

Plants vs zombies

Viktor (arcane)

Queen of trash CG (Elmo goes to grouch land)

John Constantine (Justice League Dark)

Aziraphale (good omens)

Scenecore

Musa (winx club)

Leap frog

Hyper feminine puppy

Crow + black cat

Totodile + bodies of water

Bees

Sackboy (Little Big Planet) and or My Melody

Baby crocodile

Animal crossing

Pastel kitten

Doki doki literature club

Keralis (Hermitcraft, maybe)

90s grunge

Tula tones (novi stars)

Eevee + dragons

Kitten + stars

Ratchet (rescue bot academy)

Pastel shark

Mikan Tsumiki (Danganronpa)

Mushrooms

Grey + Ross federman youtooz

Sparkly dragon

Blue and purple + puppies

Ducks + alt/Gothic lean

Cinnamoroll

Shadow (sonic)

Jellyfish

Boyfriend.xml (Friday night funkin')

Puppet (fnaf)

Golden retriever + yellow and blue

Bernese mountain dog

Strawberries

Genshin impact

Len or Miku

Toothless (httyd)

Eddworld

Donnie (rise of the tmnt)

The princess and the grilled cheese sandwich

Pastel goth princess

SpongeBob

Karako Pierot (hiveswap)

Young Michael Afton

Soft fox

Great pyrenees + farm

Ike eveland

Invader Zim + neon green

Julius Caesar (Octavian, night at the museum, waiting until March for this one)

Scorpion

Vampire squid

Golden retriever (again, lol)

Cats + playing outside

Border Collie

Tiger

Argos CG (World of Mr. Plant) 

Pochacco

Mortal Kombat

marble cross fox/forest/fantasy (I'm figuring this one out still)

Puppy + SpongeBob

characters from Project Sekai, Hoshino Ichika, Mochizuki Honami, Akiyama Mizuki and Kusanagi Nene.

Baby vulture

Frog with more fem themes

Rain world/slugcat

Dark academia/cottagecore

Border Collie

Modded smash hit rooms

Crying child (fnaf)

Agent Smith CG (the matrix)

Katamari

Enjolras (les miserable)

Rolfe DeWolfe CG (Rockafire Explosion)

Bugbo

Slime rancher

Puppet (fnaf)

CosMc's

Parado (Kamen Rider)

Tally hall

Gordon (all engines go)

Spinel (Steven universe)

Cater diamond (twisted wonderland)

Rockabilly (probably)

Felix Lee

Jing yuan CG (Hsr)

Charles Xavier CG (X-Men)

Toki wartooth (metalocalypse)

Naoto Shirogane (persona 4)

Kitoto (I don't know what he's from)

17th century dutch

Sirena von boo (monster high)

Jake (miss peregrines home for peculiar children)

Minecraft

Sees behind trees

Allay (Minecraft, I think)

Spinosaurus screenshots or products

Tecchou (Bungo Stray Dogs)

Barbara (genshin impact)

Tasmanian devil

Spamton CG (deltarune)

Spinosaurus

Grunge + lop eared bunnies

Yume-Nikki

Daxter (jak and daxter)

Madness combat for puppies

James Sunderland (silent Hill)

Shirokuma (Danganronpa)

Leo (IDW comic)

[savage-kult-of-gorthaur]

SPACE CADET REPORTING FOR DUTY IN THE SUPER-SEVENTIES -- READY FOR TAKE OFF.

PIC INFO: Spotlight on Lemmy Kilmister of British Space rock band HAWKWIND, performing live in 1974, St. Louis, USA, during Hawkwind's "Hall of the Mountain Grill" North American tour. 📸: David W. Lawwrence.

Source: https://commons.m.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Lemmy-1974-Hawkwind.png.

[fangirlingfromdownunder]

Comfort in a House in the Mountains

Summary - Part 52 in the Comfort series

Pairing - Dean Winchester x Reader, Reader x Sam (platonic), Reader x Bobby (father-figure), Andre (OG Character) x Reader (best friends), Garth x Bess

Series Masterlist | Masterlist

A/N: I’m so sorry guys, another shorter one this week. I haven’t been well and so have struggled to focus on writing. I hope you enjoy it anyway. And thanks again for your continued support (likes, reblogs and comments), it means a lot to me. 

You and Dean stand on either side of Destiny, each holding one of her hands and letting her jump and swing between you, like any toddler would, as you climb up the steep dirt road towards the stunning wooden house. A dense forest surrounds the property, its trees painted in warm hues of gold and amber from the cool morning sun. As you walk, Dean's keen hunter instincts kick in. He looks around cautiously for any signs of movement in the trees, knowing this area would be prime real estate for many monsters, especially werewolves, and with a pup playing between you, he knows you’re all a clear target. 

Once you get close enough to fully admire the house, Destiny says, “It’s like a cottage from those fairy tales.” You look at her and smile.

“It is, isn’t it?” You chuckle at her child-like innocence while Dean raises an eyebrow, sceptical about the fairy tale comparison. You know he has had many bad experiences with things from fairy tales in the past so you just offer him a smile. “Give it a chance.”

He scans the surroundings one last time before leading the three of you into the house. The real estate agent greets you at the entry. “Welcome! Feel free to take a look around and let me know if you have any questions.”

“Thanks,” you say as you continue to walk through the house. Dean makes his way into the spacious two-car garage first, making sure the space is adequate for housing his precious Baby. He smiles, nods and then continues down the hall with you and Destiny to explore the guest living area opposite the garage. With a proper home and on the other side of the hunting game, you hope to be able to welcome more visitors even if it is just Sam or Garth and his family. The downstairs consists of a large open plan area with a kitchenette, ensuite and plenty of room for a couch, queen bed, table and chairs. Making it more than adequate for any potential guests. 

Destiny starts climbing the stairs ahead of you and you both follow her up the main floor. You admire the wooden, log cabin-esque walls and surrounds on the windows and double doors leading out to the wrap-around balcony. A large stone fireplace adorns the wall in the centre of the room. You imagine yourself wrapped up in Dean’s arms laying on a comfy couch in front of a crackling fire with a decorated fir tree in the corner, while you watch the snow fall outside the floor-to-ceiling windows. You smile at the image in your mind; Dean softly squeezes your hand as he pulls you towards the balcony where Destiny is already exploring. With your mind back on the here and now, you follow them outside and take in the mountainous view that’s even more breathtaking from up here. Destiny climbs up on the edge of a built-in hot tub and swishes her hands in the bubbling water. This area would be perfect for relaxing with your family, Dean grilling up burgers while you sip wine in the hot tub while Destiny splashes around beside you. 

You turn away from the view to meet Dean’s eyes. “Can’t you imagine us here? Enjoying our first retirement here in the mountains as we raise our little girl. Relaxing out here or in there by the fire after you’ve had a long day training hunters or repairing cars.”

Dean nods slowly. He kisses your head and then scans the woods again. “If we’re gonna live here there’s a few more places we have to check out,” he says as he wraps an arm around your waist. “Hey, Dee, come on. We’re going back inside,” he calls in her direction.

She quickly and carefully climbs off the edge of the hot tub and hurries over to catch up with you then stays a few steps ahead. You all check out the bedrooms, and then the storage and office space upstairs, a space that will surely be filled with a selection of hunting tools and books if you move in. Back on the main level you finish the inspection in the kitchen. It has everything you need, for Dean or you to cook delicious meals, all with an unhindered surrounding view of the forest and mountains. 

Pulling you into his chest, Dean says, “At least we’d always be able to see if anything’s coming.” Then he leans closer to your ear and lowly says, “I’d love to watch you coming in front of this view.”

Your breath hitches and your heart races. You don’t dare look at him as he kisses your cheek and pulls away. Just as you’re composing yourself, you hear the real estate agent come back into the kitchen. “So, what do you think?” She asks.

Dean looks at you and then Destiny. He smiles and then says, "It's got character, that's for sure. I like it.”

You spin around and hug him. “I really think it could be a good place for us.”

“Excellent! I knew this property had potential. Let’s discuss details.” She places her briefcase on the bench and pulls out a stack of paperwork and a pen. “Now, I'll be honest. This house has been on the market for a while. It's got history, and some folks believe it's haunted, but that's just local folklore, right?”

You and Dean exchange a knowing look, acknowledging the truth behind the supernatural tales surrounding the house. Despite the potential risks, the allure of a peaceful, secluded life away from the constant dangers of hunting is appealing. Plus, neither of you noticed any signs of a haunting while exploring the property. There are no cold spots or strange sounds, and the EMF detector hidden away in Dean’s jacket pocket continues to hum away quietly. 

“We're not afraid of a little history. What's the asking price?”

The agent smiles, clearly happy at the potential of finally selling off the property. “I can work with you on the price, especially considering the, uh, unusual circumstances. Let's talk financing and closing dates. We can make this your home in no time.”

As the conversation delves into paperwork and negotiations, Destiny wanders around the room, staring out at the view. 

Once you and Dean finish signing the paperwork, the agent produces a set of keys, dangling them enticingly. “Once we close the deal, these keys will open the door to your new chapter. Are you ready to make this house your own?”

You and Dean share a determined nod, your decision made. You both know you’re not just purchasing a house; you’re stepping into a new chapter of your lives, one that promises a semblance of normalcy in a world filled with the supernatural unknown.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

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[chaosquetzal-archive]

Chapter 2: Acceptance

Rika stared down the street from the Guild’s front door. She had given in to temptation after being downwind of the grilling meat for so long. Draco had offered to go grab a pair of kebabs for them, and Rika had obliged. However, Rika was hesitant at first.

All Rika had was questions. How could she not? Draco, a Dragonewt she met mere minutes ago, claimed to be the Devil Dragon. With a smile, no less! The Devil Dragon is a monster from a 2000 year old story. It was supposed to be dead. This clearly is a lie.

Rika was worried that if he said that to the guild members they wouldn't take it as lightly. There had been kidnappings recently, leaving many townsfolk on edge. Some wanted to postpone the festival, but knew that if they did thousands of attendees would be discouraged. Zvi Village is one of the only cities in western Arcfell to allow Demi-human residents.

Still, almost no one in this city is a fan of Dragonewts. Zvi Mountain Range was the last place the Devil Dragon was sighted. Monsters poured out of the mountains, destroying this place when it was just a fledgling town. Bandits pillaged all their valuables in the chaos.

Soon after, Devildra Cultists, worshippers of the Devil Dragon, came and tried to take over the village. They claimed it as sacred ground. Zvi Village had been laid to ruin because of the Devil Dragon. Anyone who claimed to be the Devil Dragon would surely be driven out of here, if not showcased for execution.

Dragonewts were also banned from entry until 200 years ago. Even still, many had come and gone, causing trouble wherever they went.

It would be an uphill battle for acceptance to be sure. Still, if Draco joined with Zvi Adventurer’s Guild, he could have a better chance.

Rika closed her eyes. She was also still upset that Draco had called her “Red”. It’s not that she had not heard that nickname before. Only one person had ever been brave enough to mention Rika’s hair color as quickly. That person was killed when she was little.

Supposedly they were sacrificed by Devildra Cultists. Burned to where not even bones remained. The worshippers were captured and executed, so they received justice.

“Hey Red! I got you a kebab!” trailed a voice from above.

Rika opened her eyes skyward. Draco flew down with a single skewer in hand. It still seemed piping hot, so he must have rushed over after getting it.

“Wait, I thought you were getting me one too? And what took so long?” Rika inquired.

“There was a massive crowd in front of the booth. I helped the grillers get everyone organized. They sold out quicker than expected, so there is no meat left,” Draco replied, giving her the skewer.

Rika grabbed it, and began delighting in the flavors. Each chunk of meat had a different taste that complimented every other. While finishing up, she looked over at Draco and noticed he wasn’t eating anything.

“Did you eat yours on the way here?” Rika said through the food.

“No. Like I said, there was no meat left. That was their last skewer for today.”

Rika stopped. She did not know what to make of it. Draco went off to get a skewer too. Yet he gave her the last one instead?

“I’m sorry, I… didn’t realize. I’ll get you one tomorrow as thanks. I promise.”

“Don’t worry, I got asked to get more for them. It would be a good way to earn my keep with the town!” Draco proclaimed, “For now, let’s get me registered with your guild, Red.”

“Don-... Yes, let’s.”

The pair walked into the Zvi Adventurer’s Guild Hall.  ______________________________________________________________

Draco was astonished at the interior of this building. He hadn’t been anywhere as interesting in a long time.

Looking around, he saw humans, elves, beastkin, lizardmen, and featherkin. They all seemed to be having fun talking about the festival.

Rika led Draco up to the front desk to where he saw a Deerkin woman. Her small stature was unassuming at first, but Draco could feel an overwhelming amount of magic from this person. Draco and Rika walked up to the desk. The Deerkin ducked behind as soon as she saw the pair.

“S-sir, a-a-are you going to just k-keep staring at me? R-R-R-Rika, who is this? And why are their eyes slitted?” the Deerkin peeped from under the desk.

Draco was not aware his eyes were slitted. That only happens when he is on alert. Draco blinked as his eyes returned to normal.

“Cinnamon, this is Draco. He wanted to join our guild.” Rika introduced.

Cinnamon got up from under the desk slowly. Draco could now see that she is clearly skittish. As far as he was aware, Dragonewts still rarely leave their villages. Seeing one is a rare sight.

Draco approached, “I understand you’re scared Miss Cinnamon. I am letting you know there is no need to be. I am friendly enough not to bite your head off.”

Cinnamon immediately flew back under the desk. From under there, some papers were placed on the counter.

Her voice echoed, “P-p-p-p-p-please fill these out. We will have to conduct a combat test after the festival. H-however, we can get you registered now. G-go have a seat and I’ll come grab the papers after you leave.”

“Thank you? I will do it at this close table.” Draco said, not understanding what went wrong.

Rika said she had to let the guildmaster know about the caterpillars, then she could go hunt some boars with him. As Draco sat down to fill out his forms, some of the others got up and walked over.

“Hey you. You said you wanted to join this guild?” asked the front member.

Draco got up to face them, replying cheerfully, “Yeah, I wanted to join a guild but none ever felt right! After all, some aren’t as accep-”

“Get out.”

[xxkitty13]

Vampire AU pt. 4

Vampire Law x Human Luffy

Law gets more ticked off ;)

Previous -> Part 3 Next-> Part 5

Luffy sat alone at the large dining table. The food was enough to fill him up, but it was not quite enough to satisfy his appetite. Something was missing. . . Sanji’s cooking. That’s what he’s been craving. There was nothing like his sweet and spicy glazed ham or his savory grilled lamb chops. Luffy picked at the peas on his plate, he had of course eaten all the meat, except for the sides. It’s strange, usually he devours everything.

Sanji would hate to see him play with his food, so he managed up the strength to eat all the peas. He gulped hard, feeling the hard little beans go down his esophagus. Luffy groans from the pain and slumps on the chair. He’s bored.

Hanging with the Heart Pirates was fun and all, but there’s nothing like his own crew. He wonders where they are. That wild storm caused him to go overboard, but luckily, he was able to hold onto a slab of wood from his ship.

He hastily gets up from the chair and lingers out to the halls of the castle. The place is vacant, Law told him to stay put as he had private matters with his crew. For the first time in a while, he feels homesick. Yes, sharing the place with the vampire was nice, but it doesn’t “scream” home. The Sunny, that’s his home, he wishes he could be on it.

“Okay, I don’t care what Torao says. I’m going outside.”

Luffy changed the course of his direction and goes through the back doors of the castle. He scans his surroundings before taking a step outside. He takes a deep breath in, enjoying the fresh air. This was better, it’s nothing like the warm sun hitting your skin.

It was time for an adventure, he had enough of that dark and gloomy place. Today's mission is to find that beast from the day he arrived. That weird looking creature chased him all around the island and it was time for payback. Maybe it will be worthy meal, something to makeup the unsatisfying lunch he had earlier. So, he embarks, entering the forest that Law specifically told him not to go in.

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An hour or two goes by, and Luffy has not found anything exciting. Vast lush vegetation is the only thing that surrounds him, it is beautiful of course, but it is not the excitement he is looking for. He sighs deeply and slumps over the grassy floor. His eyes trail the sky above him, the clouds move in a steady pace, crossing the never-ending blue field. Sky watching is not fun at ground level, his arm stretches to a tree branch, and he pulls himself up.

"Oh, you can see everything from up here," he says looking over the treetops. His eyes scan across the open view and spots a small mountain. "Perfect, maybe I can locate the beast from there."

In a jiffy, he swings from tree to tree to make it to the mountain. It didn't take long before he reached his destination. He escalates the rocky terrain and hears voices coming from the top. Luffy proceeds carefully, not wanting to be found. Using the bushes, he hides inside of them and peaks out to see the owners of the voices. To his surprise, it's Law's crewmates.

Penguin and Shachi are at the highest point of the island. Each held a pair of binoculars, watching the island at all angles.

“I wonder what gotten into the captain. He’s on high alert," Shachi says, removing the binoculars from his eyes.

Penguin does the same and sits down to take a small break. "I don't know either. Do you think Doflamingo might be on his ass?"

"I doubt it. He doesn't seem to be scared, it's something else. . ."

"Where is he anyway? I wonder what's he's up to with Bepo," Penguin groans, going back to watch duty.

"I dunno, he said something about loading the missiles on the submarine. Whatever he's doing, he is definitely going to demolish the ship he's awaiting."

Luffy sits quietly, he's an idiot, but the word ship caught his attention. He continues to listen to the conversation.

Shachi proceeds to take a 360 view of the island's coast. "Oh, incoming from the northeast," — he points in the direction of the object— “is that a ship?"

Penguin squints through his binoculars and tries to locate the possible vessel. Using the knob, he focuses in on the black dot, and he is able to distinguish a weird looking ship coming their way. "Well, looks like our duty is over. Call cap."

"On it." Shachi takes out his transponder snail and dials Law. "Captain, we have spotted ship coming fast from the northeast direction. We have not identified the vessel."

Luffy's ears perk up at the vampire's voice.

"Head to the sea. You know what to do."

"Roger that."

The two leave their spots and run down the mountain, leaving the binoculars behind. Luffy is intrigued by the so-called ship. He picks on of the binoculars and looks out to the location of where they spotted it. At first, he sees nothing, but with a bit of focus, he's able to distinguish the ship. He suddenly drops the instrument and sweat forms on his forehead. It has to be a mistake, he wouldn't dare. . . it's the wrong ship. It has to be.

Without a second thought, he runs down the mountain, following behind Penguin and Shachi.

“Hey!”

“Huh? What’s he doing here-"

Luffy tackled them both, rolling down the hard rocks that cover the slope. The three men crash by an old tree stump, with Luffy breaking their fall with his inflated body.

“Ugh, what’s the big idea Luffy?!” Penguin groans from pain.

“What are you guys planning to do with that ship?” Luffy's tone stern as he holds onto the collar of his suit.

“Woah, calm down buddy,” Shachi says, trying to pull the younger off.

“Answer my question.”

“Chill out Luffy, we’re just following cap’s orders. I’ll tell you if you let him go.”

“Fine," Luffy grumbles, hastily letting go.

“Look, cap wants us to sink any ship that comes in contact with the island. I don’t know what’s the threat is, but he’s serious about it.”

“Sink?!” He yells out.

“Hey, calm down.”

“How can I calm down if he’s planning to sink my ship! My crew is onboard!”

Penguin and Shachi look at each other in shock. That’s the reason why their captain wants to sink it, to leave Luffy without a crew. As cruel as it seems, Law can be rash about things. Finding love is something he doesn’t want to lose, but he’s losing it already.

“Shit.”

The two are not heartless like Law. Penguin nods at his crew mate, knowing what they have to do.

“Look we didn’t know that was he’s aiming for your ship. Maybe if we can talk to him, we can knock some sense into him.”

“So that was his plan along. . . I see now. . .” Luffy felt his heart sting a little. That’s the reason he didn’t want him going outside. He was going to kill his crew and wipe his shit under the rug. Now he’s angry. He won’t forgive him for this. “I’ll stop him myself.”

“Luffy, wait!” They call out for him, but it’s too late. He’s gone.

“This won’t end well. . .”

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“Bepo get the missiles ready for departure.”

“Law!”

He turns around. “Luffy? What are you doing here-" Then a cold hard punch to face knocks him to the sandy beach.

“Captain!” Bepo screams in shock. The rest of the Heart Pirates stop to observe the commotion. The polar bear was about to barge in, but Jean Bart stopped him. "Hold on Bepo, let them settle this."

The stunned vampire rolled to his side and wiped the blood off his lips. He looks at his bloody hand and back at Luffy. The straw hat’s eyes glare at him in fury.

“Why?” Luffy coldly states.

“Tsk. You didn’t have to hit me you know.”

“Why?”

Law glares at him before standing back on his feet. He grabs his sword and places it over his shoulder. His leopard hat covers his eyes as he stares at sand he stands on.

“Answer me Law. I know everything.”

“I won’t let you leave,” he mumbles.

“Well, I made up my mind.” He pivots away, marching off to find a raft to depart from the island.

Law grits his teeth and clutches onto the base of the sword. “Where are you going?” he voices out.

“Away from you.”

“No. I command you to stay put.”

Luffy stopped his tracks and turned around. “Over my dead body.” Stomping his foot on his ground, he hints for a challenge.

“Tsk. You really don’t know what I’m capable of Luffy.”

“Okay, show me what you got," he asserts, walking towards him.

His red eyes shift to Luffy. He smiles at him. “Well, if it’s a fight you want. . . I’ll give you one.” In a swift movement he takes out his blade and prepares for an attack.

As he goes to swing, a blade intercepts, throwing it off to the side.

“Why you.” The vampire growls, snapping his neck to face the person.

“Zoro!” Luffy jolts in joy and runs to his first mate, embracing him. “When did you get here?”

“It reeked of bloodlust. What mess have you gotten yourself into?” He says, his eyes not leaving the attacker.

The vampire clutched his hat in annoyance, watching his mate throw himself on the unknown man left a sour taste in his mouth.

“How dare you interject in our matter,” He spat out, throwing his hat on the ground.

“Uh, Luffy. . . who is that?” Zoro questioned, lifting his swords up for battle.

Luffy let’s go of Zoro. “Oh, that’s-“

But before he could answer Law created a room.

“Shambles.”

A boulder is thrown at Zoro, who easily dodges it.

“Oh, this is getting exciting. Hey slanky branch, pick up your sword and fight like a real swordsman!”

The two smirk, riled up from a strong opponent.

“Wait, guys-" Luffy tried to get their attention, but nothing is getting through them.

“I’ll slaughter you into pieces,” Law hissed out.

Zoro’s eye widened at the sharp fangs. “Vampire. . ?” He grins. “Perfect.”

Law used telekinesis to levitate his sword at him. He picks up a small rock, throwing up in the air and he grabs it firmly in his palm. “Get ready, I won’t hold back.” Then he throws it at Zoro and before he could blink, the vampire was right in front of him.

“Holy sh-“

He swings the long blade at him. Zoro easily counters it with his two swords. He blocks it with great force, being slightly pushed back. The two are repelled backwards, analyzing each other’s strength.

“Huh, I guess I will be needing Wado Ichimonji after all.”

“Zoro wait!”

“What?!”

With Zoro looking away for a second, Law takes his chance to strike him. He barely dodges the attack.

“Law stop it! Zoro stay back!”

Zoro grunts, hesitant to pull back from the fight. “Fine,” he huffs, putting his swords in the sheath.

Luffy stands before the vampire, who is clearly enraged. “What’s gotten into you?”

“Captain!” Bepo wraps his arms around Law, picking him up from the ground. “Control yourself. You don’t want to hurt your mate, do you?”

Law snaps out of his bloodlust and turns his gaze at Luffy. “Fuck, what have I done.” His mate’s eyes are sharp, but soften. He turns away and heads towards Zoro.

“Bepo what happened?” Shachi exclaimed.

The Heart Pirates surround their captain, confused at the chaos at the coast. Bepo continues to squeeze Law, holding him in place. That’s when they notice Zoro and immediately up their guard.

“Luffy do you know this guy?” Penguin says, holding a long sharp rod.

“Hm? Oh, he’s my first mate.”

“Wait like mate or crewmate?”

Luffy bursts out in laughter. “You guys are funny.”

Law gave a nasty glare at Zoro and on the other hand, the swordsman yawns, unsatisfied with the fight. The vampire tries to wiggle out of Bepo’s arms, but the bear continues to put up a fight. He could easily break out of his hold; however, he would lose self-control. Law forced himself to resist his violent instincts.

“Hey, Luffy!”

“Huh?” The straw hat whips his head to the sea. It’s his ship, docked near the Polar Tang. Usopp waves alongside side Chopper from the rails of the deck.

Sanji jumps out of the ship and runs towards his captain. “Luffy you’re alive! Zoro jumped into the ocean without warning as we approached this island.”

Zoro scoffed. “Unlike you I’m always prepared for a fight.”

“What did you say? At least I didn’t recklessly jump overboard without knowing the situation!”

The two bickered as another voice caught his attention. “Luffy!” The red head girl uppercuts him on the jaw and banged his head to the ground. “Where have you been?! Did you know how much trouble we went to find you?!”

“Oh Nami. . .it’s nice to see you too,” he whimpered out, dropping his face onto the hot sand.

Law felt himself twitch. How dare this woman abuse his mate. “Don’t lay your filthy hands on him,” he growled. His red eyes appear once again, the struggle to contain him collapsed.

“Um guys, help!” Bepo said anxiously.

“Luffy who is that?” Nami said jolting back.

Penguin dropped his weapon and ran to help the bear. “Restrain him!” he yelled. Shachi and the rest of the crew circle around him and try to hold the angered vampire.

Usopp and Chopper hide behind Robin on the deck of the ship. Franky, Brook, and Jinbe approach the scene, lost at the chaos unfolding on the beach.

“Woah, what did I miss?” Franky said, taking his sunglasses off.

Jinbe walked next to Robin. “If I’m not mistaken. . .we’re in deep trouble if they set him loose.”

“Yes. We must stay alert,” Robin says, squinting her eyes at Law.

The Heart Pirates do their best to restrain their feral captain. He snarls at them, his fangs drawing dangerously close at them. Zoro watches the scene and turns to Luffy, waiting for a command.

“Say, what’s the deal with all of this? I thought he wanted to kill you? Now he’s gone mad after Nami smacked the shit out of you.”

Luffy only sighs. “It’s a long story, but we’re mates.”

“Mates? We have a new crewmember?”

“Uh, not exactly. . .”

“Well what do you mean Luffy? I don’t understand anything, why is he coming after me? You better do something!” Nami yells at him.

Law finally managed to free himself and lunged towards Nami. Luffy quickly interferes and punches him the gut. He then proceeds to pin him down on the ground. “Get a grip Torao!” He grits his teeth, as Law grunts in pain.

The vampire breaks out of trance and calms down.

“Fuck. I forget how strong you are.”

Luffy continues to hold him down and sits on him. “Why did you attack Nami?”

“Nami? Oh, her. . . she was hurting you.”

“I’m fine. That’s just how she is.”

He only gives him an apologetic nod and turns his gaze away. Luffy sighed deeply. “Why?” There goes that question again.

“Huh?”

“Why would you sink my ship with my crew aboard?”

“Tsk, I knew you would leave if they came back for you.”

“That’s no reason to kill my crew!” he raised his voice. “We could have figured something out, but now. . . I’m not so sure. . .”

Luffy releases him from his pinned state and proceeds to get off of him. Law sits up and grabs his wrist, pulling him towards him. “Mugi. . . don’t go. . .” he whispers out. “I can’t lose you. I’ve lost too many people in my life. I-I’m sorry. . .”

“Torao. . ?”

The vampire doesn’t look at him, his face points down. His hand trembles around his wrist. Luffy can feel the shift in his aura, it’s dark. The feeling of sadness fills his heart. It’s grieving, the human knows the feeling too well.

Law feels a cold breeze brush against his exposed hair. Before he could lift his head up, something covered the top of his head. “Huh?” He feels for it and the rough texture catches him off guard.

Law looks up at Luffy, he no longer wears his hat. “You look good in my straw hat.” That smile, that kind gentle smile. It captivates him. Without realizing, his cheeks glow bright pink.

"Pssst, Penguin, Shachi. . . is he. . . ya know, blushing?" Bepo teases, pointing at their captain. The two men look closely and are taken aback at the scene. They giggle, "Oh my, he is!"

On the other side of the beach, the rest of the Straw Hats join their crew, puzzled by the captains' quarrel and make-up.

"Uh, you guys. . . did you see that?" Usopp said.

Sanji starred in disbelief. "Don't tell me he's with that man. . ." He takes a puff of his cigarette and blows the pungent smoke out his mouth. "Well, I'll be damned."

"Not only that, but he also gave him his hat. He must be someone special," Franky commented. The rest nod in agreement.

Jinbe inspected Law and turned to Robin. "He's a vampire, correct?"

"It seems so. Sharp fangs and violent bursts of anger accompanied by red-shot eyes. . . all describes a vampire."

Chopper and Usopp scream in fear and hide behind them. "V-vampire?! Will he eat us?!" Usopp says, shaking in fear.

"I don't know. . . vampires can have an insatiable appetite, depleting you dry," she says coldly. Usopp's face turns pale.

Zoro only cackles out loud. "I knew it," he grins, almost excitedly.

"Is he dead too? It would be nice not to be the only one," Brook laughs.

It didn't take long for Law to realize that they were being watched by both parties. "What are you looking at?" he growls at Penguin and Shachi, who were fangirling. He hides his face from embarrassment with the straw hat. Luffy only laughs and stretches his arm to grab Law's leopard hat. He places it on his head and turns around to face his crew.

"Oh, sorry for worrying you all this time. No need to be alarmed, Torao won't bite," he flashes a toothy grin.

The Straw Hats look at each other, having little trust with that statement. Their captain jumps on the vampire's back and comfortably sits over his shoulder. "We'll talk later Torao; can you just be nice to my crew for now?" Luffy whispers in his ear. Law grumbles but complies to his mate's request.

"Okay you guys, meet Torao!"

"It's Trafalgar Law," he mumbles under his breath.

Robin gasps, her eyes widen at the revelation. "Are you that Trafalgar Law, the Surgeon of Death, the newest warlord?"

Everyone turns their gaze at Law, who only rolls his eyes.

"Warlord?!" Most of the crew yells out.

Luffy looks down at Law. "What? I didn't know that, that's so cool."

Nami facepalms. "What's wrong with you Luffy? You were hanging out with this man and didn't know this important piece of information. What if he turned you in?"

"Torao wouldn't do that, he's my mate," he grins, wrapping his arms around his neck, almost suffocating him.

Everyone's mouth hangs open at the sight. No way would their captain, the Monkey D. Luffy, would ever date someone, especially someone like Law.

"Oh yeah, meet Law's crew. The Heart Pirates were very nice to me," he says getting off of Law's shoulder and attaching himself over Bepo's back.

Zoro slowly approached the vampire. Law noticed and glared at him. "What do you want?" he mutters with a monotone voice.

"Do you perhaps know Dracule Mihawk, you are a warlord after all."

"No, I do not. Is it because we're both vampires? That's ridiculous." Law intended to be smart about it.

The swordsman didn't take that lightly, but only gave him a grin in return. "Well then, you wouldn't mind finishing our fight. I am curious to see your swordsmanship. It would be good practice, you're vampire and a swordsman like Mihawk."

"Heh, you think I would be light work for you? Think again."

The two men sized each other, but before they could escalate things, Luffy got in-between them. "Torao, didn't I say to be nice?" Law huffed in annoyance and backed away. Zoro did the same.

"Come on Zoro, you can fight him another time, but only if I could join in."

"Fine."

Luffy hugged him and picked him up off the ground. "I'll give him the last blow, he's pretty strong ya know."

Law locked his jaw, not only were they planning on ganging up on him, Luffy seems very fond of that man.

"I'm pretty strong too Luffy,” Zoro snapped at him.

"I know," he grins.

Sanji, feeling left out, joins in. “Hey, I can take on that vampire too!”

“Shut it cook, I called dibs first.”

“Hey! Don’t talk about our captain like he’s inferior to Mihawk, in fact, you guys are not match for him,” Bepo exclaimed.

Zoro could only laugh at that statement. "As if, your captain is the bootleg version of Mihawk. You could say he's practically copying him."

The Heart Pirates become visibly angry. Penguin picks up the rod from the ground and points it at Zoro. "I would be quiet if I were you. Don't forget you're on territory."

The swordsman's face darkened.

“Yeah, you’re on our turf, so why don’t you back off,” Shachi said, throwing a rock at Sanji.

Sanji angrily kicks the rock back at him. “You’re telling us of back off?! Well, we’re not!"

The tension rises between both parties and Luffy feels uneasy at the situation. Law noticed how uncomfortable his mate looked and immediately turned down the bickering from both of their crews.

“All of you shut the fuck up! You’re upsetting my mate.”

Both crews face the angered captain and at Luffy.

"Sorry captain," the Heart Pirates say.

Zoro and Sanji only back away, returning to their crew. "Luffy, are you really okay being with this man?" Jinbe asks as the Straw Hat's eagerly await his response.

"I am," he says firmly.

Usopp and Nami were about to protest but were cut off from Zoro. "He said he is okay with it,"—he proceeds to head back to the ship— “I'll be taking a nap if you need me."

Luffy watched as his first mate departed to the Sunny and sighs, "Look, I know we all started on the wrong foot, but me and Law are together now. We have to find a way to get along."

The vampire furrowed his eyebrows. "Pirates do not get along."

"But Torao," Luffy whines, giving him puppy eyes.

There he goes again, enchanting him with those brown doe eyes, he knows his weakness. Law could only grunt, "Fine, but I don't promise you anything."

Luffy hugs him. "Thank you."

"So, what now?" Bepo stands besides Law and tilted his head for a response. The vampire looked at his crew and back at the Straw Hats. Great, more people. This was supposed to be his solitary paradise.

"Let's head to the castle. We'll figure something out."

"What, a castle?!" Chopper stoked in excitement.

Luffy cackled at this reaction. "Wait till see you what's inside. Come on, follow me."

The Straw Hats follow their captain, their eyes not leaving the vampire as they walked by. Law could care less about what they thought of him, he only cared about Luffy. Still, his mate will not be fond of him being rude.

"Tsk."

Law follows after them, with this crew already ahead of him. He takes one last look at Zoro, who watched him like a hawk. It would not be easy for avoid further confrontation, but something about the swordsman ticked his nerves. He put aside the thought and prepared to interact with the rest of the Straw Hats. His hell was about to commence.

[4phuwinss]

I Am From

I am from the culture of the crashing waves against the jagged rocks of the shore, while churches sing their songs.

As well as from the culture of ancient prayers echoing among the sun-soaked streets and the hum from bustling bazaars.

The cultures which intertwine so effortlessly, yet mangle each other like a thorn drawing against the skin.

From my father who is strong and determined, scars covering his brown-skinned body, telling the stories of his childhood on the island.

From my mother, who is gentle and caring, scars that veil her damaged heart, telling the tales of her Islamic upbringing.

I am from a home where love overpowers all, no matter the sound of shattering plates, slamming doors, and yelling echoing down the hall.

Where food means forgiveness, whether the savory steak or the mouth-watering chocolate cake.

I am from the prolonged nights on the road in the mountains; the soaring heights that made my stomach churn any time we neared the edge.

The sharp, distinct smell of wet evergreen trees, bark, and mud filling the cramped car with the windows down.

I am from a sweet yet pungent smell of gasoline that would overwhelm the nose at every stop.

From the lingering lysol mixed with urine in the bathrooms, where the toilet lids were fragile and damaged.

And from the foggy, clouded mirrors that were marked with streaks from harsh scrubbing, that no amount of Windex could fix.

I am from the meals of Subway and gas station sandwiches. The crispy lettuce that was no longer crunchy, but soggy and tough to chew.

I am from the crumbs of chips flooding the car seats nestled underneath the plastic bags and wrinkled up saran wrap.

The frigid air swarming the car as soon as the windows creaked downwards,

The soft yet rugged blanket I kept with me, covering my small body,

The body growing with every move we made.

I am from the crowded hallways where laughter and voices echoed through corridors.

Where people migrated in flocks, like birds swarming the vibrant blue sky above the school.

I am from the irritating ringing, not to dismiss us, but to remind the teachers.

I am from the sleek, smooth papers that were textured with tiny ink letters.

From classrooms engulfed with deodorant far too rancid to rid their body odor,

And the perfumes where the alcohol overburdened the fruity scent.

From the giggling and snorting amongst friends at the circular tables,

To the salty, stingy tears and quiet sobs that reminisce the quiet winds in the woods.

From the sugary fruits we would pass around after hours of our stomach rumbling like a broken machine.

To the crammed gymnasiums where athletes and parents alike would flood the moments the doors open.

The early mornings where our bare skin made contact with the chilled basketball court.

From the numbers that flash a watermelon green, guaranteeing us our spot to wrestle.

To the moment our shoes step onto the mat, the whistles blowing and coaches screaming,

To the teammates cheering on the mat, celebrating a win

From the mixture of the tangy sweat and tears that drip down our bruised and damaged bodies,

From the wins and losses that weigh heavy on our heart, like a boulder crushing against our chest.

The lessons that we learn through discipline and hard work, to the family we have through bonds not blood.

I am from a place of love.

Where home was not a structure held by wood and nails but rather the relationships we built.

The branches of genetics and connection rather than the materialistic buildings.

I am from a place where holidays were not needed to spend time together.

A place where the houses and parks were filled with howling and chuckling of childrens and adults alike.

Where the aroma was filled with a citrusy spice, hot like the grill's flame.

Our relationships intertwined like the baskets we weave from the leaves from the trees.

From a culture where respect was a given not a privilege,

The aunts and uncles who were merely childhood friends,

Those aunties who wore flashy gold jewelry that clanked against each other each time they wave their hands,

To uncles who wore their colorful i’e because they couldn’t fathom wearing pants at home.

Where passing by an elder prompted a quiet “Tulou” as you bowed whilst walking,

A place where names like “sosisi” and “valea” were terms of endearment rather than insults.

A place where love can spread thousands of miles, across the powerful ocean.

From a place where our family is our pride, and our pride determines our family.

[karaloza]

What kind of food is served at your theme park?

Short answer: What kind do you want?

Long answer: There are a variety of restaurants and snack stands located throughout the park, so whatever you're hungry for, we can probably accommodate it. If you just want something you can munch on the go, try the carnival-style food stands in the Castle Town area. There's barbecue in Epona Ranch (Chateau Romani Milk Bar & Grill), sushi in Zora's Domain (Rockin' Rolls), the hottest of hot wings on Death Mountain (Magma Munchies), salad bar in the Skyward Realm (Light Lunches), and if you're craving a slice of pizza, the Dark World can hook you up at The Fire Pit!

For something more elegant, the Royal Banquet Hall on the upper floor of Hyrule Castle is a nice sit-down restaurant with a complete menu of appetizers, entrees, and desserts. At the other end of the scale, little snacks to keep you going can be found all over the park, in fun forms like hard candy "rupees" and "Triforce" corn chips.

The question is less "What kind of food is served in this theme park?" and more "Where in this theme park can I get <fill in the blank> to eat?"