#I really need to draw the feral imp more

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Wolfna

Midna had to admit; after journeying with the Hero of Twilight for so long and seeing him assume the wolf form more than once, she was curious to try it out herself! She personally thinks it looks good on her - she figures most would think she looks rather cute, and maybe even give her some free food if she made sure to do the perfect amount of pouting!... ...Not that she'd ever admit that to anyone else, though. As a big fan of Twilight Princess who has had Midna on the brain lately, my head went into "What would Midna look like as a Wolf instead of Link????" mode and here we are!

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[oh-hell-help-me]

I really, REALLY shouldn't obsess about it BUT-

Couple Dynamics (mainly Bowuigi).

You know how you inevitably find some sort of romantic plot, but you pay more attention to how these two characters interact with each other in an established relationship?

And that dynamic is unorthodox, say even 'weird yet lovely'?

I'm talking about Morticia and Gomez Addams, who are indisputably and near permanently in 'The Honeymoon Phase' of their relationship. They are enamored with each other, despite how utterly weird they are as people. They are RELATIONSHIP GOALS.

I'm talking about Red Death and Kate (his wife), who came into my radar via a post by @here-today-gone-tomorrow248. Simply dipping into the Venture Bros vids of them [but mostly Red Death] has kept me smiling through my job in retail, and it shows a great dichotomy of Domestic Bliss and Villian Work.

I'm talking of Moxxie and Millie from Hellava Boss, who is a happily married couple of literal imps. Their whole relationship is saccharine-sweet and has a dynamic between a baby boy and a feral cowgirl. They are mutually affectionate and supportive, even when in the midst of committing a human massacre.

I'm talking about Lord Boxman and Professor Venomous, who have built their relationship on their shared villainous goals and (very apparent) mutual attraction despite their different reputations. Also, co-parenting kid-minions.

Why not amplify that with Bowuigi?

Why not have these characters embrace their weird/dark sides and have their significant other be blissfully adoring of those characteristics?

Why not let these two characters enjoy the best of both worlds in supporting each other in their hero/villain work and revel in the domesticity of sitting in front of a fire reading a book together?

Why not have these two be so Teeth Rottingly Sweet that no one would dare think they don't love each other and be uncomfortable at times while witnessing that devotion?

Why not have them raise those eight gremlins called 'kids' and be so full of love and trust to brainstorm for decisions they are passionate about and could do TOGETHER?

Why not embrace the characters' differences to show how well they work so well together in a relationship?

And while I might suck at drawing, I will try my dang-darning best to write and MAKE. THAT. HAPPEN.

I just need to PLOT!

[wrath-sos-dovah]

Demon Headcanons

Now before we get to the bullet point headcanons that I normally do, I want to discuss what makes a Demon a Demon. Like when you see a Mo'arg, a Nathrezim and a Felsaber you would go "ah yes, demons." so where's the line that stops something from being a demon? So if you go to the WoWiki page for Demons, which has a section just for traits Demons can have. Now with those traits in mind lets examine a felsworn race; with the Fel Orcs, they meet quite a few of the listed traits such as; unnatural skin colour, Fangs & Claws. But some of you are saying "oh they're not demons because their souls aren't tied to the twisting nether." but what's stopping them from binding themselves to it, like their world is already apart of the twisting nether so... And you can't say its not possible to bind a soul to the twisting nether that isn't naturally bound to the twisting nether. As the Man'ari Eredar, who only have the addition traits of wings and horns, weren't bound to the twisting nether when they were discovered by Sargeras. Now those of you who still ignore my point are probably saying "Well, their homeworld has to be in the twisting nether for them to be "real" Demons." Y'ALL REMEMBER THE SATYR'S WERE NIGHT ELVES AND THUS, ORIGINATE FROM BLOODY AZEROTH RIGHT!? So here's where I personally draw the line between Demons and regular Fel infused races; a Demon is a race that has had drastic changes to their bodies and/or have more than one demonic trait. So Blood Elves and Orcs aren't demons but Felblood Elves and Fel Orcs are demons, savvy? Now on to the bullet points.

Annihilan (Pit Lord):

Their homeworld is called Annandor and it's a Desert Death World. Death Worlds are worlds that the Legion has deemed too dangerous to support large-scale settlements outside of the natives.

Annihilan have a clan based society where the strongest clan is on top with their cheiftain being the King of all Annihilans. The clan currently in charge gets to live at the largest oasis on the planet. In order for another clan to claim the title of strongest clan, their cheiftan who is the strongest of the clan must challange the current king and defeat them. Should a threat greater than the head clan can handle arise, all the clans will temporarily unite to stop it. All clans are nomatic in nature with the expection of the head clan. there are 5 clans in total with Mannoroth's known as in their language; The Flayer Fangs.

The Annihilan, like most of the species that inhabit Annandor are carnivorous.

Annihilan live for about 150 years, when one dies the clan will bring their bones to the clans graveyard and leave the bones there without a burial.

Annihilan carve their tusks with symbols of events in their lives.

Antaen:

They also come from Annandor.

The Antaen don't really have a culture as they live in a stone age era. It should also be noted that they don't normally live in groups, instead they live alone and only gather with others to produce young.

Unlike most life on Annandor, Antaen are herbivores.

The Average lifespan for Antaen is 500 years, when they realise their nearing their death the Antaen will bury themselves. Which means most if not all the mountains on Annandor are dead Antaens.

While most Antaen are primative in nature, Kin'garoth is the only one smart enough to acutally build Fel reavers.

Aranasi:

The Aranasi homeworld is called Rancora and it's a Feral Mining World. Feral World Inhabitants are regarded by the Legion as harmless but generally useless, Mining Worlds are self explanitory.

Aranasi are a matriarchal culture with their main leader being known as a Venom Queen, males who do not have some sort of consort are considered as pets. While they did fight the Legion they did loose however, the Aranasi acclimated to their new life fairly easily. The Aranasi now act in similar roles as the Sayaadi and Shivarra within the Legion.

Aranasi are insectivores in nature, they also consider Bilescourges a delicacy.

Aranasi live for around 160 years, when they die their bodies are used to feed their young.

Aranasi females have mating dances that involve their wing-like structures in order to garner a male.

Bilescourge:

Bilescourges are also found on Rancora.

As these Demons don't have any intelligence, they do not have a culture.

Bilescourges are scavangers in nature.

A Bilescourge lives for around 40 years and when they die, they are either eaten by other Bilescourges or a lucky Aranasi.

A group of Bilescourges is called a swarm.

Darkglare:

Darkglares come from the Planet of Odgenar which is a Gas Giant Research Staion, Research Stations are Worlds which contain no significant sentient population and thus are where dangerous experiments for the Legion are done. Aside from the gases (which are; Helium, Hydrogen & Nitrogen) Odgenar is almost entierly covered in water.

While the Darkglares are a distant cousin to the Observers, do not like them as many a war was lost to the Observers with their multiple eye beams. Due to this the Darkglares mostly reside above the waters surface, where they work to prove their superiority. Aside from that, Darkglare culture is surprisingly like that of the Goblins of Azeroth.

Darkglares are piscivores, which is a rather difficult diet when they only have a large lung capacity instead of gills like a Observer but it is the only carnivorous diet on the planet.

Darkglares live for 240 years and when one dies, the being they were closest to takes their skull and throws it at the nearest Observer and then cusses at them to then run away with the skull.

The equivalent of balding for Darkglares is when they start growing more spikes near their mouths.

Darksteed (Dreadsteed, Wrathsteed & Felsteed):

As most of you recall Darksteeds come from Xoroth which is clasified as a Agri Death World, Agri worlds are simply used for food to aid in fueling the Legion.

Darksteeds are simply Demon Horses and as such don't have a culture.

Darksteeds are expectedly herbivores.

A Darksteed has a lifespan of 2400 years.

When a Darksteed chooses their rider they are bonded for life and as such if the rider dies before the Dreadsteed, it will not accept another rider.

Dli'Geolg (Destroyer):

Destroyers are a race that was artificially made by the mixing of Man'ari and Infernal essence and as such are a native of Argus.

Because Destroyers are a sub-species of the Man'ari, they share a culture.

Destroyers are carnivorous but also require soul and/or fel energies due to their Infernal essence.

Due to the shorter lifespans of Infernals Destoryers only live for around 6500 years, which has saddend many a Man'ari.

Krosus was the only Destroyer given the title of Doom Lord.

Ered'ruin:

Ered'ruin come from the planet of Erzannon which is a Feral Penal World, Penal Worlds work as military prisons for the Legion.

Due to their history the Ered'ruin have very little culture aside from worshipping Sargeras as their saviour.

The Ered'ruin are carnivorous but can also sutain themselves off of arcane & fel energies.

Ered'ruin only live for 600 years and when they die, their body is lit aflame as to set their spirit free to roam the cosmos.

Terrorguards are a subspecies of Ered'ruin that fed more on fel energies in the past and have since been what they are now.

Felbat:

Felbats come from the planet Finihir which is a Feral Ice Death World.

Felbats are non-sapient and as such, do not have a culture.

Felbats are carnivorous and do in fact drink blood.

The average lifespan of a Felbat is around 1600 years but records show that they can live closer to 1700 years.

Felbats are mostly found in the large caverns across Finihir as to avoid the frigid tempatures.

Fel Beast:

Fel Beasts come from the planet Sargeras which is a Fortress Death World, Fortress worlds are called such due to their near impossible destruction and/or infiltration.

Due to Fel Beasts being essentially animals, have no culture to speak of.

Fel Beasts do not need to eat but are known to be carnivorous.

Fel Beasts are essentially immortal due to once being regular Core Hounds that were native to Sargeras and can only die in the Twisting Nether.

Each head of a Fel Beast acts as the others opposite in their personalities.

Felhound:

Felhounds come from the planet of Ceayo which is a Jungle Death World.

Felhounds are non-sapient and as such, do not have a culture.

While a Felhound will consume more magic than meat, its subspecies the Felstalker are the opposite and focus more on meat than magic.

Felhounds live for around 1120 years and one dies, its pack will eat it's corpse.

Felstalkers are more easily tamed than Felhounds and as such most warlock who seek a pet summon a Felstaker.

Felsaber:

While an arificial demon made by Illidan on Mardum, ergo, their homeworld is Mardum which is a Penal Fortress World.

Since Felsabers are non-sapient demons, they do not have a culture.

Felsabers are carnivorous, when asked what they eat specifically the Illidari mearly said; "The flesh of our enemies."

Felsabers live about 800 years.

After some Felsabers were set free after their Felborne masters were killed, they bred out of control and now Felsabers are found all over Mardum.

Imps:

Imps come from the planet of Izo which is a Agri Paradise World, Paradise Worlds are worlds that have outstanding natural beauty and little, if any, industry.

Imp culture is rather interesting, Imp mothers, a distant cousin, are on the top of socieity followed by the Fel Imps and most of the imps just relax and enjoy life.

Imps are omniviorus and mostly eat bugs and leaves.

The Lifespan for an Imp is about 40 years and one dies their body is thrown into the ocean.

Imps are terribly superstitious, they'll even believe in superstitions of other races.

Imp Mother:

Imp Mothers obviously come from Izo.

Many Imp Mothers have multiple Ims servants which are called upon with their stomach portal, which is why Imps are so easily summoned by Warlocks.

Imp Mothers have the same diet of Imps but are given access to the best of it.

Imp Mothers live for around 80 years and have a similar ritual to the Imps when they die, except are placed in a boat and sent out instead of just being thrown.

Being large is a sign of status in Imp culture and most Imps seek their partners off of how big they are.

Infernals (& Abyssals):

While artifical Infernals are still classified as demons and hail from the Mo'arg homeworld of Theho.

Due to how limited Infernal and Abyssal intelligance is, they due not have a culture.

Infernals and Abyssals can only eat magic & souls which only prolongs their activeness.

Infernals and Abyssals only last about 1-12 hours.

An Abyssals flame if blue in colour, will feel cold to the touch.

Inquisitor:

The Inquisitors come from the Planet of Kozaz'gol which is a Penal Cardinal world, Cardinal worlds are ones that vast areas of the planet are covered by temples and other religious sanctuaries.

Thier culture is mostly that of the standard worship of Sargeras and punishing all those who sin and/or don't believe in the faith.

Inquisitors are piscivores.

Inquisitors live for about 700 years and when they die, their body is lit aflame like that of Sargeras.

The Guardian Eyes the Inquisitors use are in fact their own creations and are not classified as demons.

Jailer:

Jailers also come from Kozaz'gol.

Jailers are seen as lesser beings to the Inquisitors and are only used to maintain various types of prisons.

Jailers are carnivorous.

Jailers only live for about 350 years and don't have any actual rituals for when one dies.

Jailers are a distant cousin to Inquisitors.

Man'ari:

The Man'ari Eredar come from Argus which is considered in the eyes of the Legion, a Civilized World.

The culture of the Man'ari is more or less the same as before they joined the Legion but much more debauched.

The Man'ari are omnivorous with a preference towards plant based foods.

The Man'ari still have the same lifespan of around 13000 years like most other Eredar and one dies, their body is placed within crystal to remind younger generations of their legacy.

The Higherachy of the Man'ari is as follows; Ur'zul, Wrathguard, Destroyers, Brutes and finally Doommaidens just bellow their leaders.

Mo'arg

The Mo'arg come from the planet of Theho which is an Industrial Forge World, Industrial Worlds are factory worlds where the whole planet is devoted to manufacturing or mining and Forge Worlds are more the same except more religious.

Mo'arg culture is heavily focused on technological advancement to such a degree, that Mo'arg that aren't born with the high intelligence (such as the Felguard) are treated as second-class citizens.

Mo'arg, while omnivorous, have a preference for meat and other sources of protein.

Suprisingly, the Mo'arg species that live the longest are the Fel Lords and shortest lived are the Gan'arg, Mo'arg also don't have a Ritual for when one dies.

After joining the Legion the command strucutre for the Mo'arg is as follwed from highest to lowest; Fel Lords, Felguard, Brute, Mo'arg and finally at the bottom Gan'arg.

Nathrezim:

While their species has a whole came from the shadowlands, the homeworld they were banished to is obviously Nathreza which is a Fortress Knight World, Knight Worlds are technologically-advanced feudal worlds, ruled by an aristocratic elite of noble families.

The Nathrezim have a war-centered culture with an emphasis on codes of conduct. Which include infiltrating mortal civilizations, turning nation against nation and corrupting the populace into new horrific breeds of demons as their societies crumbled from within.

While Nathrezim can feed on magics of all types, they don't really need to.

since the Nathrezim were made from anima and were the missing link between the Venthyr and Stoneborn, the Nathrezim are ageless and don't have a ritual for when one dies.

there are 2 types of Nathrezim; the standard Nathrezim and the Thal'kituun which is their kinds original type, when a regualr Natherzim is given enough anima they can ture into a Thal'kituun which is what happened to Mal'Ganis.

Observer:

Observers come from the Planet of Odgenar.

The culture of the Observer is to be the bigest nerd possible, they want to know everything.

Observers are piscivores, which makes sense as they have both lungs and gills.

Observers live for 400 years and one dies, all their knowledge that they have gathered is given to the being closeest to them.

Whenever an Observer sees something new, their imediate reaction is to touch it even if they can die by touching it.

Overfiend:

Overfiends come from Sargeras.

Overfiends have a society focused on combat, most death that occurs in their kind is from combat.

Overfiends do not need to eat but are known to be carnivorous.

Like Fel Beasts, Overfiends are essentially immortal due to once being regular Smolderwings that were native to Sargeras and can only die in the Twisting Nether.

When an Overfiend dies in combat to another Overfiend, the victor will absorb their opponents essence and thus become stronger.

Sayaad:

Sayaadi come from the planet Siamosir which is a Fortress Shirne World, Shrine Worlds are worlds devoted to the worship of one entity.

The Sayaadi are a matriarchal society that treat males as adorable beings that must be protected at all costs.

Sayaadi are omnivorous with a preference towards fruits.

Sayaadi live for about 1440 years and one dies, all their stuff goes to their partner and the partner is moved into the others family.

To propose you give the potential spouse an intricate knife.

Satyr:

Being once Night Elves the Satyr come from Azeroth which is a Civilized Paradise World.

Satyrs possess little culture. Their society is loosely hierarchical, and enjoy tormenting other creatures.

Satyr are Herbivores.

Satyr have the same lifespan of 1200 year as Night Elves, when one dies their body is made to feed a tree in order for it to be haunted by them forever.

Satyr are known greatly for their pranks.

Shivarra:

Shivarra also come from the planet Siamosir.

While Worship of Sargeras is the main part of their culture, they also share a culture with the Sayaadi.

The Shivarra are omnivorous with a preference towards red meats.

Shivarra live for around 480 years and when they die, they have a similar ritual as Inquisitors.

The residence of Kozaz'gol & Siamosir were already in contact with one another long before Sargeras met with them.

Ur'zul:

Ur'zul come from Argus, as that was where they were first made.

Ur'zul are apart of Man'ari culture and are treat as mentally challanged citizens at best and menial beasts of labor at worst.

Ur'zul are carnivorous and will often cannibalize on the corpses of fallen Man'ari and Krokul.

U'rzul only live for 350 years and when they die, their body melts leaving only all the bones of the eredar that made them up.

Many Draenei have tried using the light to undo what made the Ur'zul with little to no progress.

Vilefiend:

Vilefiends are from Annandor.

Due to the fact that they are non-sapient, Vilefiends have no culture.

Vilefiends are carnivorous and are one of the top predators on Annandor.

Vilefiends live for 5600 years, one finds most dead Vilefiends in water.

Vilefiends are very similar in nature to a mix between wolves and crocodilians.

Vilehound (Charhounds & Gloomhounds):

While the were orignially Felhounds, the species was bred an infused with Shadow and Fire which made them into a new species found on Sargeras.

Being orginially Felhounds, Vilehounds have no culture due to their lack of Sapience.

Vilehounds have much of the same diet as their Felhound predecessors, in that they mostly feed on magic with a small amount of meat.

The lifespan of a Vilehound is about 2240 years and when they die, their body is desintigrated by which ever magic flows through them.

The Difference in magic is infact due to gender, male Vilehounds have Fire and females have Shadow.

Void Hound:

Void Hounds are an actual native of Nathreza.

While one of the first Demons to ever exist (hence why some are known as Aberrations), Void hounds have no sapience and thus no culture.

Void Hounds are much like Felhounds in that they feed mostly on magic but can consume meat.

Void Hounds can live for 4000 years and when they die, their essence is sent to the void.

Void Hounds are a favoured beast of Y'shaarj.

Wyrmtongue:

Wyrmtongues come from Finihir.

While used for manual labor by the Legion, Wyrmtongues are the only sapient species on their planet which a culture of kindness and community.

Wyrmtongues are carnivorous, mostly feeding on small mammals that they catch.

The average lifespan of a Wyrmtongue is 1600 years, when one dies their bodies are trown out of the cave of their home while songs of their life are sung.

Wyrmtongues where the first specices to tame Felbats.

So that was all the "Demon-Demons". Now we move on Demons that are subspecies of mortal races.

Felblood Elf:

Being once Blood Elves, Felblood Elves come from Azeroth.

Felbood Elves live much the same lifestyle as Blood Elf aristocracy with much more debautched activities. Hence why many Elves have named them Karask’dorei (Children of the Demons).

The diet of Felblood Elves has not changed from Blood Elves.

The Felblood Elves lifespan has increased to 304000 years.

Some time after becoming a Felbood Elf, their wings will fully develop and thus will be able to fly with them.

Fel Orc:

Fel Orcs were once either regular or Mag'har Orcs which come from Outland/Draenor which is a Death World.

Fel Orc culture is much more aggressive compared to other Orcs, with the main goal of many clans to be to fight everything and win.

While the diet of Fel Orcs is mostly the same as other Orcs, they do have more of a need for meat and blood.

The expected lifespan is 7200 years but most only live for about 100 due to their lifestyle.

Due to the fact that Gul'dan of Alternate Draenor came into our world, Fel Orcs of that timeline can be produced in our timeline now and thus those are known as Hokur'Gijak (meaning Iron Blood).

Feltotem Tauren:

The Feltotem were once one of the Highmountain tribe known as the Bloodtotem and thus come from Azeroth.

The Feltotem; or Lakota'Tawa (Fallen ones in Taur-ahe) have much of the same culture as the Bloodtotem, just more violent due to the fel energies.

Unsuprisingly, Feltotems are herbivores.

The average lifespan of a Feltotem is about 1200 years and when they die, their firstborn must go out and kill the one that killed their parent or kill any remaining enemies the parent had in life.

A common display of affection between Feltotem is to rub their tusks against their partners.

Illidari:

Since the Illidari (demon hunters) are all elves and as such come from Azeroth.

Due to the intensity of becoming an Illidari, most have developed a community thats more like a family.

Most Illidari are omnivorous with a gravitation towards meat.

The Average Lifespan of a Illidari is 184000 years and when they die, their soul in put into a machine that goes on a suicide mission that kills as many demons as possible.

Aside from the Havoc and Vengence forms their are also; Chaos (Felstalker look), Calamity (Shivarra Look) & Analyst (Inquisitor Look).

[ericsonclan]

Lupine’s Eve

Summary: Prisha is enjoying some time with Violet during lunchtime when suddenly Violet starts acting odd...

Word Count: 2173

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Prisha leaned the back of her head against the tree. It was such a beautiful day today. The calming spring breeze, the sounds of different monsters enjoying the freedom of lunchtime, and Violet resting in her arms. It was perfect. The werewolf’s natural warmth seeped into the vampire’s cold body, warming it up slightly. Prisha sighed happily and wrapped her arms further around Violet, causing the werewolf’s tail to wag faster.

Tilting her head up, Violet looked into Prisha’s eyes. “I’m glad I met you,”

“I’m glad I met you too,” Prisha leaned forward and stole a quick kiss, making the werewolf’s tail whack around at an accelerated pace. The vampire’s heart warmed at the sight and she wished to speak further adoration, going as far as to say the words that she truly felt. After pondering it for a moment Prisha decided to go for it. Lifting Violet’s hand up, Prisha pressed a kiss to it then summoned the courage to say the words. “Violet, I lo-”

Prisha’s words were instantly cut short though when Violet bit down on her braid, growling lightly. Violet munched on it for a second then glanced up, locking eyes with her girlfriend. Without waiting a second Violet released Prisha’s braid and scampered off. The vampire remained frozen in shock.

What on earth just happened?

Prisha waited a few minutes for Violet but soon found herself growing more and more concerned. Violet had acted odd just a few moments ago; perhaps she had gotten a head injury and sustained a concussion. The vampire started to wander around the campus, running into some friendly faces and some not so friendly ones. Each time she stopped to ask if they had seen Violet and each time she was met with the same response until she bumped into Marlon and Louis. The two best friends were currently laughing loudly as they swapped heads, wondering how many monsters they could spook like this.

“Prisha!” Louis beamed while his head was snugly on top of Marlon’s body. “Here for some music time? If so, I have to rain check - Marlon and I are about to go spook some fellow monsters!”

“They’re gonna freak out!” Marlon’s smile mirrored his friend’s. He fistbumped Louis’ wrist which immediately popped off again.

“Damn it,” Louis sighed.

“I came here hoping that one of you had seen Violet,” Prisha jumped back into the conversation, drawing the monsters' attention.

“Oh, Vi? She went tearing across the lawn a minute ago. It was pretty fucking weird,” Marlon motioned over towards the torn up grass that lead towards the picnic tables.

“Thank you and be careful with each others’ heads! I’m sure Clem and Sophie would be heartbroken if you two did something that caused any permanent damage,” Prisha gave a goodbye wave to her two friends then sprinted off, following the damaged grass.

After a few minutes she reached the picnic tables where Sophie, Minnie and Renata were all having a bug-eating contest. Renata and Sophie seemed neck and neck in the race to finish their tasty snacks first but Minnie was the dark horse of the race and soon she had not only caught up but overtaken the lead. Polishing off the last few bugs she gave a loud crow then without thinking she cupped Renata’s face and kissed her deeply.

“I won! Take that, Soph!” Minnie gave a smug smile over to her twin while her girlfriend seemed to be looking off into the middle distance with a dreamy look in her eyes. The huldra definitely felt like she’d won in her own way.

Prisha was about to make her way over there but stopped when something caught her attention out of the corner of her eye. Violet’s tail was wagging at a fast pace, her ears twitching this way and that as she slowly snuck towards the table. Her neck was extended as she tried to bite down onto Brody’s lunchbag. The selkie was too caught up in the excitement of starting a garden club with Ruby to even notice.

The dryad was practically radiating joy as she spoke with her best friend. “Oh, this will be grand! Our own garden, right here at school!”

Ruby’s smile made Brody’s grow and the two kept talking as Violet inched closer and closer to the lunch bag. Suddenly her eyes locked with Prisha’s. The vampire shook her head no which caused Violet’s ears to flop down but she immediately didn’t listen and snagged the bag. Her sharp teeth tore through the brown paper as she scampered off on all fours.

“What the hell?” Brody jumped up, pulling her sealskin closer around her shoulders, trying to figure out what had happened as the contents of her lunch were scattered across the ground. Prisha wanted to sprint after Violet and learn what was going on here but the correct choice was to help her friend out first. So the vampire helped the selkie and dryad, making sure they were both okay before running after the werewolf.

After a few more minutes of searching Prisha spotted Violet again who was frantically trying to catch her tail. The werewolf spun around again and again until she spotted Prisha. Violet’s tail was out of control as her eyes widened. Without warning she sprinted forward and circled the vampire a few times before tackling her with a hug.

“Oof-” Prisha collided on the ground and was stunned for a moment as the werewolf continued to hold onto her.

“I see you are having a fun Lupine’s Eve,”

Santiago’s voice made Prisha tilt her head back to see the mothman smiling down at her.

“A what?” Prisha got up but Violet continued to hold onto her.

“Lupine’s Eve is a werewolf holiday where the full moon appears during the day. It makes werewolves act feral while in their human forms. You really didn’t know about this?” Santiago quirked an eyebrow as he pushed up his glasses, his antennae twitching in amusement. “I understood me not knowing it till I met Javi but with you and your vast years of life, I suppose I assumed you did,”

“Vampires and werewolves tended not to be on good speaking terms. So we didn’t learn much of their holidays or customs,” Prisha explained as she saw Violet being distracted by a leaf fluttering in the wind. “So I suppose you have your hands full with Coach Garcia then,”

“That is putting it mildly,” Santiago gave a deep sigh and was about to speak but again when the werewolf in question sprinted towards him.

“Santi! Santi! Santi! Santi!” Javi ran around his boyfriend then got distracted chasing his tail for a moment before he turned around. “I LOVE YOU!”

Those words made Santiago blush deeply, his wings fluttering with joy. That is until Javi started to lick his face copiously. “Ugh, Javi, no, bad!” Santiago pulled out a spray bottle and sprayed his boyfriend. The werewolf’s tail grew puffed at that and he growled for a second but it soon changed into a whimper. After a split moment though Javi’s attention had turned elsewhere. His tail flicked this way and that as he watched a rather chunky squirrel bounding back to a tree. A playful glint entered his eyes and he was off like a shot.

“Javi, don’t harass the squirrels!” Santiago shook his head; today’s schedule was already a mess thanks to this.

Prisha watched as the mothman chased after his boyfriend for a second before her eyes looked off in the direction where Violet once was but she was no longer there. Shit. Prisha swore her heart would’ve stopped then and there if it wasn’t already dormant. Her eyes darted around left and right when suddenly they landed on her beautiful, blonde and feral girlfriend who was marking a nearby trash can. Her shoulders brushed against the pungent trash can again and again until she caught sight of the vampire. Her ears turned down and out as she growled, protecting her territory.

“I’m not going to steal your precious trash can, Violet,” Prisha sat down a few paces away and sighed deeply. The frantic calls of Santiago made her glance back to see Javi on all fours running across the baseball diamond with a tennis ball in his mouth he had stolen from a few monsters who had been playing a tennis match. This was going to be an experience.

And an experience it was. Violet kept marking different things as he territory throughout lunchtime before trying to drink a puddle of water then scampered off and accidentally ran into a tree right when the bell rang. Prisha silently picked up her girlfriend and carried her to the next class. Her plans for this lunchtime were shot and the courage to share the words of her heart had vanished.

Luckily Violet was better during classes but the vampire figured that was because she had rubbed her shoulders against Prisha, marking her. With that done Violet had sat in Prisha’s lap and stayed there throughout all the classes, her head tilting back and wanting attention every few seconds. Prisha would press a kiss to her head or cheek and play with her hair while she wrote down notes. The vampire’s cool outer facade didn’t stop the other monsters’ eyes from being on them; if Violet learned of how she was acting she would be utterly humiliated.

Still for the most part things went smoothly... at least until the final period of class where Violet kept growling and trying to attack a bird through the window. Luckily it was study hall and the ever positive imp Mr. Omid made sure that Violet didn’t get in any sort of trouble. As soon as the school bell rang Violet barreled out of the room and outside to the front of Ericson High.

“Violet, wait up!” Prisha called out as she grabbed the few books she needed and sprinted after her girlfriend. She soon found Violet playing a friendly game of tug of war with Javi.

“Glad he has a buddy now,” Santiago smiled, his antennae buzzing lightly. “My arm was growing sore throwing the stick again and again. Besides, it's easier to read a book with two hands. I see you made it through the day,” He smiled and turned a page in his book as Prisha collapsed onto the bench.

“That’s one way of putting it,” The vampire spotted a few more books in front of the mothman “Mind sharing your wealth of books?”

“Not at all. Not when it comes to someone who actually handles books with care,” Santiago shook his head at the thought of mishandled books.

“Oh, I completely understand your frustrations,” Prisha saw Santiago’s eyes flicker with appreciation at those words. The two monsters soon became lost in the joy of discussing books while both of their werewolf significant others fought for dominance in the tug of war match. The werewolves continued to have fun playing tag and fetch until the afternoon gradually turned into the evening.

“Before I leave there’s one thing I forgot to tell you,” Santi said as he placed away the books in his bag. “Javi told me that werewolves still transform on this night but they are usually fairly tame and far too exhausted to do anything as they normally would,”

“Good to know, thank you,” Prisha smiled then made her way to Violet. It would probably be best if she just spent the night at her dorm. All she had to do was make some calls and everything should work out. The vampire led the way to the dorms while on the phone as Violet was busy chasing her tail.

After a few minutes the pair was in front of dorm room 203. With a small yawn Prisha pushed open the door and helped Violet prepare for the full moon transformation. After clearing a few things out of the way, Prisha gave her girlfriend some space to transform. It was a sight that Prisha was used to: the creaking and rearranging bones, the fur, the overly dilated eyes, but still she always could sense how painful the experience was.

Within minutes Violet had fully transformed. Instead of her usual wild energy she immediately collapsed on the ground. Prisha carefully picked her up and placed her in bed, tucking a blanket around her before kissing her cheek. “Sleep well, Violet.” Prisha paused for a moment then decided to speak the words she felt. “I love you,”

The werewolf’s tail wagged excitedly at that but she remained still, deeply asleep. Prisha gave a soft laugh at that then pulled out her desk chair. She supposed she could get some homework done while Violet was sleeping. Although homework never seemed to last long when it came to a vampire doing it. Prisha stared at her math assignment for a second then glanced over Violet’s way. A small smile pulled on the corners of the vampire’s lips. She was truly glad she had met Violet.

[ryosei-hime]

Sex and Therapy: The Heart-Stopper

Fizz falls into something like sleep mode and can't wake up. This chapter was a bit emotionally exhausting for me, so hopefully that hasn't affected the quality of writing. Also available on AO3.

Fizz could feel warm little hands on his chest. Concord’s hands. He smiled as his eyes lit up, but when he sat up he found himself alone. He stood and looked around the dark, sparsely furnished room. It bore a resemblance to Concord’s. But there were things that weren’t quite right. Nothing had the right textures. Colors were dim and faded. Items shifted from one place to the other as if Fizz were trying to remember where random bits and pieces were supposed to go.

It wasn’t like a normal dream. He seemed to be experiencing and reassembling the real world while in sleep mode. This had never happened before. He could still feel the ghostly touch of Concord’s fingers over his chest. His distressed voice echoed in whispers across the darkness but his words were indistinct. 

Fizz wanted to soothe him. As the desire arose, suddenly Concord’s hands were on his chest. This Concord let them slide down to wrap his arms around his waist and stared up at him with a kind smile. Fizz ran a hand over his horn and smiled back. But this little imp’s eyes were different. Full of pinpricks of light like stars or the speckling of scars Fizz had created over Concord’s shoulders. His smile eased a bit.

“I need to wake up.” 

“It’s okay to stay here and rest,” Concord told him in his calming voice. “I’ll be okay. I’ll understand.”

Fizz shook his head. 

“You’re not Concord.” 

The replica looked confused, tilting his head slightly, eyes glowing green now. He looked thoughtful before his face returned to the calm demeanor of Concord’s therapist mask. 

“I’m a piece of him.” 

“Data?” 

He nodded, smiling wider than Concord ever could, circles appearing on his cheeks as the smile reached its ends. Fizz pushed the little Concord copy away gently. 

“Why can’t I wake up?” 

“Our power is too low. We have to preserve what energy is left to support the system.” He held out a hand to Fizz. “Come and rest with me.” 

Fizz reached out to take it but felt a strange foreboding, a static between their fingers that didn’t feel right. He pulled back before they could touch.

“No. Let’s wait until the power comes back.” 

“If we don’t reduce the amount of power being depleted by unnecessary programs, we may not continue to function.” 

“We’re not unnecessary programs.” 

“But you’re so cluttered.” Concord stated, a pained look reflected in his eyes. “We can make it clean again.” 

Fizz gasped as pale arms grew from his sides. He grabbed each arm as it emerged and ripped it free, crying out in pain. Blood gushed from the arms like burst pustules as they fell away, the warm liquid steaming as it dripped down his side. 

“I don’t bleed,” he gasped out. “Why am I bleeding?” 

As his fingers searched the bloody mess, he realized where it had come from, eyes snapping to the still writhing limbs scattered around him. It was Ahroth’s blood! He wiped at it frantically, but it became a viscous sludge, thickening the more he fought it. 

“Get it off!” 

“Come with me.” Concord insisted, holding out his hand. “And we can be clean again. Don’t make me go alone, Fizz.” 

Fizz felt an ache in his chest as he stared into Concord’s eyes - his own eyes in Concord’s face. They were so tired and scared. But he couldn’t. He shook his head, flicking thick blood from his hands as he backed away. 

Concord closed his eyes and when he opened them again they were speckled with white lights once more. Those white lights reflected in tears that trailed down his cheeks like a fountain, steady and unceasing. 

“Don’t cry.” Anguish filled Fizz’s voice as he stepped closer again. “Don’t.” 

He knew it wasn’t really Concord, but he couldn’t stand it. No more crying. Concord lowered his head and shook it softly. 

“I have to go now, Fizz. With or without you.” 

Concord turned his back to him and started to walk away, moving beyond the outlined limits of the room and into a darkness beyond. Fizz reached out with his arms and wrapped them around the strange amalgamation. He reeled it back in and held it tight to his chest. 

“Stay.” 

“I’m unnecessary. If I don’t go, we may never wake up.” 

Fizz shook his head, squeezing him, arms wrapping around him in coils.

“You have to stay. Stay with me.” He became frantic, panic overwhelming him. “I know we’re not perfect and we’re not clean, but I don’t want to be anyone else. Concord loves us. He loves us just like this.” 

The imp turned in the coils of his arms effortlessly, static in his eyes now as they locked onto his own. 

“He’ll love you no matter what. But if you don’t let go, there may not be a Fizz left for him to love at all.” 

Fizz shook his head again, drawing the imp tighter to his chest. His eyes were feral now, teeth bared, voice deep.

“No. I’m never letting you go. ” 

As he pressed the imp into his chest, Fizz pushed harder. It hurt so much, but the harder he pushed, the further into him Concord sank. He didn’t struggle against the absorption. He simply stared up at Fizz for as long as he could, his face the picture of calm acceptance. 

Once the replica had disappeared into his chest entirely, he expected the pain to subside. But it only got worse. He doubled over, hugging himself now. It felt like something sparking and arcing through his circuits. A sharp, stabbing pain that shot through him at consistent intervals.

He fell to his knees before curling up on the floor. The pain became blinding, all encompassing. He didn’t know if he could sink to a further level of unconsciousness, but his awareness of his surroundings began to fade in and out. The room flickered and glowed like a broken neon sign before finally dying out entirely.

All became black and then suddenly light filled his vision. He gasped out as he sat up abruptly. Concord had been sitting beside him with his face buried in his knees. He scrambled to embrace him but Fizz grabbed his shoulders, staring into his eyes, searching. They were bloodshot but normal. His cheeks were tear-stained, morning light dancing over dirty streaks and trails. He’d been out all night? 

“Fizz…” Concord sobbed, tears starting anew. “I thought….you were…”

Fizz pulled him into his arms, holding him close as he threw his arms around him, sobbing into his chest incoherently. His voice was distant when he spoke, a bit detached.

“I think I almost died.” 

Concord pulled back, staring up at him in horror. 

“What?” 

“The system tried to delete me.” 

“Factory reset,” Concord gasped before slapping his hands over his mouth. 

Fizz reached over and gently removed them before holding his face in his hands. He looked incredibly guilty and scared.

“I’m sorry,” Concord started. “I should have-”

Fizz leaned in, eyes trained on Concord’s as he captured the rest of his words. Concord sank into the soft kiss. It became more demanding, desperate, before Fizz finally pulled away.

“No talking right now. Please, just hold me.” 

Concord stroked his cheek and nodded. He relaxed back against the pillows and Fizz curled up in his arms. Concord held him gently, but he could feel a tension in his arms. He wanted to squeeze him tight, but he had to be mindful of his chest. Fizz tightened the coil of his good arm around Concord instead. 

Concord had known this could happen and hadn’t told him. That explained all the pictures and his mood shifts. But Fizz couldn’t care about that right now. Maybe he would later. If there was a later. But for now, he just needed to know Concord was there with him. That this was real. 

Concord held him for a long while in silence, the only sounds sniffles and stray sobs from above him. He planted little kisses over the top of his head, pressing his cheek against his temple as he let out a shaky sigh now and then. 

“I love you. I’m so sorry,” he whispered after a while. “I love you.”

Concord’s fingers tangled in his tunic and held him just a bit tighter, as tight as he dared. Fizz couldn’t help but recall the replica disappearing into his chest. He pushed his face into Concord’s chest, as hard as he could without hurting him. If he could just do the same...

“I want to be a part of you.” 

“You’re the most important part,” Concord responded instantly, rubbing his wet cheek against his head. “I don’t know how I’d live without you. I’m so scared.”

Fizz pulled out of his arms, Concord making it a bit difficult, not wanting to let go. He tried to wipe away his tears, but it was futile. They just kept coming. Fizz had decided in the moment that he’d rather die than lose who he’d become, but staring down into Concord’s anxious eyes now, he wasn’t sure the replica didn’t have a point. Concord would love him no matter what and, more than that, he might need to.  

“Concord, if I reset, will you keep me?” 

“Of course. Of course. I would never abandon you.” His breath hitched as he shook his head, making the words difficult to get out. “I would never...never...” 

Concord’s head hung as he dissolved into sobs again. Fizz’s hand rose to cradle his chin, turning Concord’s face up to meet his eyes. They showed every bit of gratitude and adoration he could convey. Concord’s breath caught in his throat before Fizz stole it away with a kiss.

“Even if I’m not me anymore, whoever I am deserves someone like you. But he’ll never know to appreciate you the way that I do.” 

“I don’t want you to reset,” Concord sniffled, wiping at his eyes. “I’m so scared. I don’t know how to live without you anymore.” 

“You will. You’ll want to take care of the new me. Because that’s who you are. I know you’ll be depressed, and he’ll be confused. He won’t know why he can’t make you happy. Just make sure he knows he isn’t broken. Don’t let him feel broken.” 

Concord shook his head, grabbing Fizz’s wrist. 

“You’ll be okay. It’s just one more day. You can make it one more day.” 

“If I don’t, you have to promise me.” 

“Okay. I promise.”

Fizz sank back into his arms and Concord bundled him up close, trying to hold as much of him as he could all at once. Fizz didn’t know what he would do if it happened again, but his convictions were no longer so absolute. And he didn’t know if those convictions were what had saved him this time. 

It was a long day, the minutes dragged, but somehow hours disappeared in an instant. Time stopped holding meaning for him. Concord wouldn’t leave him for even a moment. He held him,  touch tender and careful as if he caressed something fragile. Fizz supposed he was fragile right now. 

Every power drop created another minor panic, but each passed without incident, and they went through their ritual of comfort and desperate affections all over again. In between, they talked about little things, dancing around the bigger topics they both wanted to approach, but neither could. Fizz just wanted to stay in this tender, fragile space a little longer. And a little longer after that. Until night fell around them. Concord’s eyes were dark and sunken by now, exhausted. 

“You didn’t sleep last night, did you?” Fizz realized suddenly. 

“I couldn’t. I thought…” He shook his head. “I don’t want to sleep. I want to make sure you’re okay.” 

“Can you make it another night?” 

“Yes,” he said with a determination Fizz couldn’t find it in himself to argue with. 

“When I’m fixed, when it’s safe, we’ll sleep together. For days.” 

Concord nodded with a relieved smile. He’d probably been prepared to fight for it. But Fizz couldn’t make him sleep now. Not now. They continued holding each other into the night, waiting for the sun again. But this time Concord didn’t have to wait alone. 

[themadlostgirl]

Not Dead Yet (Part 53)

Me to Y/N:

Pairing: Reader x Peter Pan

Warnings: language, sin

“I was thinking, if you and Peter are friends and lovers then does that mean you love him?”

Peter had been watching Y/N and the new Lost Girl, Wendy, from afar to see how they got along. Y/N was very kind to her and patient when it came to training. The two were as thick as thieves before noon. As if they had known each other all their lives. Maybe it was just the connection girls naturally had or maybe Y/N was just being extra nice so her new Lost Girl wouldn’t want to leave.

Either way it was almost endearing watching Y/N mentor the little thing. He had been listening in to their conversation while they were harvesting some food for supper and found himself stifling laughter when he heard her mention her failed escape attempt where they ended up trapped in the Enchanted Forest for days on end.

Then there was Y/N’s little speech about how Peter was important to her and even admitted that they were lovers. She had been so reluctant to share that information with the boys even after it was made common knowledge. Why was she so open about it now?

He was content to leave it at that and return to camp when Wendy’s question made him freeze. Peter peered closer now unable to hide his interest. What would his precious Lost Girl answer?

“I...do I love him? Love? Peter? As in the Peter Pan that rules this realm?” Y/N looked like a cornered deer her eyes were so wide.

“Yes. I just figured what with what you told me and the way you two were behaving earlier--”

“Stop.” Y/N begged, “I know how it must seem. Friends and lovers and all that other junk but I...well...”

Peter’s heart was hammering. Y/N, did she actually...?

He didn’t want to know the answer. In the next moment he was at the very top of his Thinking Tree looking over the island.

Even with miles of jungle and ocean surrounding him he could still pinpoint Y/N’s presence on the island. His urge to know if she actually loved him was rivaled by his overwhelming fear of the answer. Y/N and him had been through a lot together and he cared about her. But love?

He loved her as a fighter. He lover her as a strategizer. He definitely loved having her as a seductive physical lover. But in a romantic sense? He was the ruler of a realm of feral children and teenagers. He had more power in his little finger than a hundred halfbit sorcerers did in their entire bodies. There was no romance in that!

Besides, Y/N wasn’t one for romance in the first place. She never came to him demanding things like flowers or pretty jewelry or huge balls full of gowns and waltzes. She asked for revenge, for weapons, for deadly pets, and shameless emotionless sex. They had frenzied dances around a huge bonfire and torturing pirates. It was fun. Not romantic.

Surely Y/N knew this as well.

~~~

“I’m sorry, I’ve blindsided you.” Wendy apologized after my mind dropped into panic mode.

Her question on whether or not I loved Peter had thrown me for a loop that I was still reeling from. I already got enough of this crap from Tigerlily I didn’t need it from my new Lost Girl as well.

In complete truth I didn’t know what my feelings for Peter were. I do care about him but to go as far as to say I love him? It was ridiculous. Wasn’t it?

“No need to apologize. Others have made that assumption,” I muttered and readjusted my basket on my hip, “He may be my leader and my friend and my lover but to expect anything more from the imp is a wish even Neverland can’t grant.”

“But do you love him?” Wendy pressed.

“I love...his ambition. I love his talents both magical and mundane,” I thought back to the dozens of pictures he’d sketched and pinned to the walls of the underground cavern, “I even love his twisted sense of humor most days. But Peter as a whole? No.”

Wendy sighed. “I should have suspected as much. You two don’t seem to be very romantically inclined.”

“Romance is a dead hope for foolish adults.” I stuffed down all the complicated feelings that threatened to spill out of my mouth.

I meant what I said about loving aspects of Peter but his ambition and power were only a chip off a mountain. Over the years Peter has become so much more to me than just my leader or my confidant. No, Peter and I weren’t the type to go about with mushy displays that I had witnessed many other idiots employ to woo girls. But to say that there was nothing?

The way we relaxed against each other, the soft pecks that never led to anything, the drawings he made me, the fast dances where we held onto one another for dear life...

Ours wasn’t one of flowers and sonnets but of something raw. Something much more tangible than pretty empty words. Something so powerful I couldn’t let myself dwell on it lest it swallow me alive.

I know Peter. I know what we are. I also know that there is a timer on his life. We have a mission to accomplish. If we didn’t then what would be the point of something as useless as feelings? If we succeed then maybe I’ll come back to these thoughts tumbling round in my head. Till then I’ll be as I always have. Peter’s Lost Girl and nothing more.

~~~

After we were done eating I left Wendy in the care of Devin with explicit orders to keep an extra watchful eye on her. The boys know not to mess with me now but in the beginning it was hard. I was beaten to a pulp, had my life threatened many times, the boys peeped on me while I was naked, and so much other crap. The peeping never really bothered me but that was just me. The precious little Wendy was nowhere near as resilient as I and I was afraid that if I left her alone without some form of protection one of these idiots will try to do something.

I know a part of me should be wary about her after the whole Isaac ordeal but there was something exceedingly innocent about her. It was as if all her life she had never been touched by darkness. Peter has told me tales about people with magic removing hearts and how different they look depending on how kind or evil you are. I was sure that if I saw Wendy’s it would be as pure as they could come. No Black Fairy or other malevolent force was behind her being here. She just wanted to be here like everyone else. Not forever but hopefully that’ll change by the end of the week.

When I was sure Wendy was fine I traipsed off to Peter’s Thinking Tree and dropped down into the cavern. It was still dark inside. Did I get here first? Doubtful. “Peter? Hello?” I shuffled forward in the dark, “I swear, Peter, if you are waiting to scare me I am going to knee that little worm in your pants up into your throat.”

“You are no fun at all,” the torches and candles sparked to life and Peter became visible mere inches in front of where I was standing.

“I’m not? Well then, you probably don’t want to waste your night with a dullard like me,” I took a step back towards the way out.

“Get back here,” he froze me in place, “I was only kidding.”

“So was I. You mind? I thought we were over this whole freezing thing.”

He waved his hand and I was free to move once more. “Apologies, pet, didn’t want to risk you running off. Not when I finally have you to myself.”

“I understand, I’m in high demand.” I sauntered back towards him and pulled him down for a kiss which he was quick to return.

There was a quick rush of air and I found myself being pushed against the bed at the back of the cavern. “Did you really teleport us ten feet? Simply taking five steps would have been too slow?”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” he pulled me down with him peppering kisses along my face and neck as he spoke, “Did I forget to mention that I spent three terrible weeks trapped and starving to death in a mine? Then when I was finally freed this annoying recruit of mine kept me from doing anything fun because she wanted me to rest. I’ve been patient long enough.”

“Awe, did you miss me?” I teased with a tweak of his nose.

He stared across at me, his thumb gently rubbing my cheek. “Why wouldn’t I?”

I was at a loss for words. But I didn’t need any. Instead I reached for the hand caressing my cheek and brought it to my lips, kissing his palm. I trailed my lips to his wrist up his arm and shoulder and neck till I was back to to his lips. It was a slow kiss. Deep and wanting. We broke apart for air for only a moment before we were latched together again.

It might have been magic or maybe I just didn’t notice that we were undressing each other until I felt the familiar feel of his skin pressed against my own. I felt a hardness poking against my stomach but Peter was in no hurry to do anything about it. More focused he was on my mouth and stealing every last breath from my lungs.

His hands traveled from my hair down my sides, varying from feather light touches to sudden aggressive groping. I let out a small whine when I felt his hands ghost closer to my sex before moving back up my body leaving the bottom half of me trembling and cold. I let him go about with his teasing but by the third time he got close then ignored me the tension between my own legs was mounting. I pressed my legs together for some kind of friction but it did little to nothing to quench the release I so craved.

A plea for him to just touch me already waited on my lips but I swallowed it back. Instead, I reached between us and started working the throbbing flesh so achingly close but infuriatingly far away from my heat in hopes to spur him on.

“Ow!” I pulled back, “You clumsy shit, you bit my tongue!”

It took him a moment to come back to reality as I nursed my sore tongue in my mouth, “Excuse me,” he rolled his eyes, “I thought I was dealing with a professional that liked a bit rougher play.”

“There’s a difference between being rough and being jumpy because I touched your dick.”

“Fuck you!”

“I wish you would!”

He cracked a smile and began to laugh until I was falling into stitches too. He kissed me again still laughing as he guided my hand back around his cock.

“You know,” he left my lips in favor of my neck and shoulders, “If you wanted me to touch you, you could have just asked.”

“You mean to tell me after all these years you can’t just anticipate my needs? What kind of a lover are you?” I let out a stream of short giggles.

“An amazing one.”

“Think very highly of yourself, don’t you?” I cocked an eyebrow up at him.

“Pardon you my precious pet, but in all our years together have you ever had to fake an orgasm?”

“Not this again...”

“Have I not worked beyond and after my own pleasure to make sure you got yours? I’d say that puts me leagues above any other naive selfish worm that would have you just to slake their own cravings.”

“And need I remind you,” I poked his chest with my free hand, “that I have been patiently waiting for you to make a move to finally take me for well over ten minutes now. Even after I said I wish you would fuck me, I’m the one giving you a hand job. How is that fair?”

“It is rather embarrassing to be the one doing all the work around here. You make the first move one of these times.” he gave another exaggerated roll of his eyes.

“Fine,” I flipped us so I was on top of him and slammed down until he was buried to the hilt inside me.

“Shit!” he groaned loudly as his whole body shuddered under me, “How--how forward, pet.”

“Shut up,” I rolled against him wiping that damned smirk off his face to be replaced with a long stream of murmured words of obscenities and praise. He lost the right to be suave and condescending during sex a long time ago.

“Y/N,” he choked out his eyes squinting open and his hands coming up to rest on my hips to still them, “Stop.”

“Huh?” I slowed down, “Why? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, I just...” he trailed his eyes down from my face to where we were joined, “I was um...you...”

“Peter,” I ignored my need and pulled him up so we were eye to eye, “What are you thinking?”

“Things, lots of different things,” he whispered, “Too many to sort through.”

“So was it one of these things that stopped the sex or...?” I didn’t want to sound frigid but my body was screaming at me to keep moving.

He let out a small laugh bringing me forward in a surprisingly chaste kiss. “Sorry. I don’t know where my head went. As always, you deserve my undivided attention.”

Again, staring into those deep green eyes that watched me with such intensity and adoration the floodgates of pesky emotion begged to be released. So much I wanted to tell him. So much I need him to know. Too much. Too raw. Too terrifying. Just too brutally honest to come out now.

I traced my fingers along a well defined scar on his arm. One I had caused during my first days in Neverland. He was so proud when I landed the hit.

My Peter Pan.

“Oh I know where one of your heads went.” I squeezed myself around him and I could feel his body tense under me. I let my emotions fall away with the snarky response. Peter smirked at me unaware of everything that was going on in my head.

“Truly no other place I’d rather be,” he kissed me again and rocked against me to get me moving once more.

I kissed him back hungrily trying to express all that wanted to be said. Hoping and scared he would understand what it was I was trying to say. Praying to whatever gods may be that if there was any kind of humanity in this world Peter might be feeling the same way.

~~~

Sleep didn’t come for Peter right away like it did Y/N. He was tired but couldn’t fall asleep just yet. He simply laid next to his Lost Girl watching the steady rise and fall of her chest as she rested.

Exactly what he had said earlier that night replaying in his head. Watching her and remembering what he had overhead wouldn’t leave him be. In a moment of idiocy he almost asked her what she had answered to Wendy. The ignorance was killing him and he couldn’t stand it. But the answer scared him back into his right mind.

It wasn’t the right time. He knew that. It may never be the right time. He knew that too. Peter could bear the ignorance better than the potential head and heartache of her answer.

Pet, he thought as he pulled her into the curve of his own body. It never stopped to amaze him how well she fit into him, like two pieces of a puzzle, How is it that you do this to me? How did you manage to trap me in my own mind?

~~~

Many beams of bright light went streaking brilliantly across the clear night sky. Not just white blips but huge balls of pure starlight soaring by with their tails sparkling purple and blue and yellow in their wake. All across the realm from the Lost Boys to the pirates to a wingless fairy alone in a tree watched as the beautiful display continued on and on late into the night.

Wendy Darling oohed and aahed in peaceful ignorance of the meaning behind the unintentional show, unable to tear her eyes away. Elsewhere, Tigerlily couldn’t either but ignorance was a blessing she was not given. As much as she teased the couple responsible for the beautiful phenomenon happening right now she couldn’t help but feel guilty. As long as she had known Peter Pan she had only wanted him to be happy. Now he was. But for how much longer? A broken half of a wand wielded by a wingless fairy could only delay the inevitable for so long.

The island and everyone on it was dangerous and murderous with dark hearts and corrupt morals. But it also held such joy. It was a safe haven for many. It was a home. It was the birthplace of something so strong it literally moved the heavens above.

And may the gods have mercy on the poor souls who get trapped here if half of that heaven-moving force of nature disappeared one day.

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His Eyes. Chapter 7.

Chapter 7: Belle contacts Mr. Griphus.

Summary: Belle is tormented by what can only be described as nightmares. Not only that she has a stalker, one she is convinced is not human… not after seeing his eyes.

Note: Mr. Griphus is an original character of mine. I just needed someone who could be a credible threat to Gold and all the villains of Ouat I have found less than impressive... Except for Rumple himself of course.  But don’t worry, Mr. Griphus is going to be a minor character and he is not going to ever try to split Gold and Belle up. I really hope you will enjoy him and I would love to hear your thoughts. 

Belle was sitting in the furthest booth in Granny’s diner, sipping on her iced tea, finding that she did not even have the appetite even for the famous pancakes.

In her hand lay the golden square that Archie had given her. She considered what she should do. It was not like she could simply go home… not yet.

She wondered if he would still be there when she got home… she had told him to leave but… there wasn’t really anything that she could do.

What could she do? Get a gun?

No… she would never do that… and she did not even know how to use a gun… and if she even was able to hurt him, the small creatures would surely attack her…

He hadn’t hurt her.

She remembered how exhausted he was as he slept beside her… the scars on his scaly back which she had run her fingers over.

He had attempted to be friendly, make her tea… he just hadn’t answered her questions…

But… then there was the fact that she was now growing scales… and he had been breaking into her home.

Belle sighed.

She did not know what was going on… she needed answers.

Again her blue eyes fell upon that golden square, running her thumb over the strange symbols.

Perhaps… perhaps this creature known as Mr. Griphus would give her the answers she needed. She remembered Archie’s warning well… but…

Could Mr. Griphus really be as dangerous as her fumbling around without any knowledge of what she was dealing with? In some sense he had offered his help… perhaps… perhaps she should just hearing him out.

She took Archie’s warning seriously though…  

Remembering his curious advice she stood up and ordered a big warm cup of warm chocolate. It was not usual for her to order, but… well it was not too strange for anyone to take notice as she wandered over to her booth again sitting down.

Looking at the golden square once again before she blew through the golden square, creating a soft note… not loud enough to draw anyone’s attention. In fact she hardly believed that it would be able to be heard to the next booth.

It was… an truly otherworldly sound… one that should not be able to exist. As soft and low as it was it seemed almost as if it could shatter through the air. Slowly she put it down, wondering just what would happen, glancing towards the door, wondering what would come through.

She then thought how silly it was… even if this creature was somehow able to hear that low sound he surely could not come so quickly. Turning towards her iced tea she almost let out a loud scream as she was no longer alone in her booth.

On the other side… the one facing the back of the diner sat a man… though calling him a man…

Even sitting she could tell that he was impossibly tall, even as he was hunched over the table. He had a long aquiline nose, pale as death and his eyes sunken deep into his skull and sharp hollow looking cheeks.

His half long black hair was slicked back and his eyes were so dark they were black and his irises were unnaturally large.

Clothed in a black cloak and wearing a silvery puff tie with a black pearl tie needle, Belle stared in stunned silence as the creature before her wrapped his long skeletal fingers wrap around the warm cup and brought it to his thin lips, sipping elegantly before he gently put the cup down again. He considered her for a while before he moved his head slowly to continue to look at her.

“I was wondering when you would contact me,” he said, his voice having a soft low tone… sounding like the impossible sound that the golden square had made.

“Mr… Mr. Griphus?” Belle stuttered, wondering just what she had summoned. He grinned, his teeth almost too large for his jaw.

“Yes… that is my name,” he nodded slowly. A silence fell between them as Mr. Griphus lifted his cup and started to drink his chocolate, Belle simply staring at him trying to be able to speak again.

“Um… Archie… gave me this… because… well… because I have learned that this world is not exactly what I thought it was… and that I have… caught the interest of something that I don’t really understand,” she tried to not seem as nervous as she clearly was before this being. At her nervous rambling the being grinned again as he continued to hold his cup.

“That is an understatement, if I have ever heard one,” he shrugged his shoulders softly.

“I was told… I was told you could help,” Belle was struggling to keep her voice from shivering. He lifted his eyebrow slightly.

“Hmm… yes… that is true… but… it all depends on how you want me to help,” Mr. Griphus said continuing to look at her.

“Um… what… what do you mean?” Belle asked nervously, twinning her fingers in her long brown hair in an attempt to alleviate the nervousness.

“Well… I could make certain he does not bother you again… and you will be able to go back to your normal human life… but if you tell me to do that… his blood will be on your hands… their blood would be on your hands. You will not be able to push these actions onto me. You will never be able to wash their blood off your hands… but… you will be free. The scales might even fade in time,” Mr. Griphus spoke… his voice even and calm, but his black eyes were piercing hers letting her be in no doubt what would happen if she ordered him to do this.

Belle let out a loud gasp. Gold… the little ones… the one with the wounded eye… would he really?

She shook her head quickly, tears showing in her eyes.

“No! I don’t want that! Please… please do not hurt them,” she pleaded with him, her blue eyes pleading towards him.

He sat there… silent and motionless before he nodded.

“No… I did not expect you to,” he lifted his cup of chocolate and drank it down softly. She blinked stunned. Before she could ask anything, he lifted his head and met her eyes again.

“Listen to me. I do not do favors… I do not make deals. But… your case have… interested me. Especially since you have drawn the attention of these little…” he paused for a moment.

“Imps…” the word fell out from her lips, not understanding just what she was doing, blinking softly. “Um… I call them imps…”

“Imps… curious…” he spoke softly as he shrugged his shoulders. “But strangely fitting.”

Belle nodded before he once again lifted his chocolate and drank it down softly, clearly pleased.

“Imps… as you have named them… are curious creatures. Quite unique indeed,” He murmured with a slight smile.

“Um… yes… do you… do you know anything about them?” she did not quite know what she should think about this odd being. He was no doubt very dangerous and certainly not one you wanted to cross… if you wanted to remain alive that was.

“This and that. The alpha of their group is immensely dangerous. You see… your imps, they share a hivemind of sorts… the Other Mind… a bit hard to explain but it is their deity, home and one of the most powerful entities that I know of. However when one of its members become too feral… it is cast out of the Other Mind… banished to a planet with those that chose to follow it. Most would instantly perish… they can so rarely function without direct contact or guidance of their hivemind. It leaves them near mad and desperate. So you can imagine what mind this one must have to not only survive on another planet, take care of so many of its kin and thrive. It takes a certain cunning and fortitude rare to find,” Mr. Griphus mused softly as he thought for a while.

“So Gold is…” she stated, looking at the being across the table cocking his head in a rather avian way.

“Um… the big human-like one…” she attempted to explain. Mr. Griphus simply let out a low chuckle, shaking his head.

“No… that one is not the alpha. He is a young one, born on this earth… but I know little of him. He is not really my interest,” he murmured softly.

“So… so Gold is not the one in charge?” Belle asked.

“No… why would an species so advanced such advanced as imps would follow something… human-like? He has a high rank among them… but due to his connection with their leader. He is also quite cunning himself, having an understanding of your species makes him quite capable. He is able to trick humans far easier than even his leader,” he explained, though now more interested in his chocolate drink.

“I did not… I did not really think about that…” Belle said stunned. She just assumed that he was their leader… but apparently this was a mistake. The information that he was able to trick humans she knew well however. How he had made himself look human.

“Well… that is something that amuse me about humans… your hubris. The thought that you are important. It is just… amusing,” the creature before her grinned, unnerving her greatly. All she could do is to sit and nod.

The being named Mr. Griphus then put his empty cup down, wiping his lips slightly with his long fingers and leaned back considering her for a while.

“I still want to help you… but I do not believe that I have the answers that you search… but I know of a man who does,” he picked up one of the napkins and pulled out a fountain pen of his cloak and wrote down something upon it and folded it before he slid it over the table towards her. “And… thank you for the chocolate… as you understand it is a bit hard for me to order it myself. And keep the square… who knows… we might meet again.”

Curiously she looked down and took it in her hand, feeling her fingers across it, looking up towards him again… but he was gone… just as quickly as he had arrived. She looked around, but there was no trace of this being. With shivering hands the young woman then opened the napkin.

Upon it was only written a name. The name of one that apparently had the answers that she wanted.

“Neal Cassidy.”