#I was searching for it in haste D:

[fareehaandspaniards]

:/ :/ :/ The fact that the way to Upper Cathedral is decorated with the statues of Eldrich creatures that are holding HARPOONS (you know like, weapons specifically designed to hunt marine creatures) :/ Laurence you ASS :/

That was the first thing I thought of xd

[alessiamalfoyzabini]

Vampire's Kiss | Chapter Five

Pairing | Vampire!Jungkook x Reader

Word Count | 7,5k

Warnings | +18, smut, oral sex, kiss on kiss (!!!❤️), Jungkook is a super sexy vampire and his eyes change color, breast worship, body worship, pussy worship, our vampire boy is a real gentleman, sweetness and adoration, it's Jungkook's first time with a human woman so he's surprised by certain reactions of MC's body, big dick, foreplay, mild biting, Jungkook keeps his instincts at bay (poor boy. ..), vaginal sex, care after sex, at the end of the chapter some anxiety …

⤷ Summary | Humans have finally unveiled and accepted the centuries-old existence of vampires, in a modern world people share their lives with these peculiar and mysterious creatures, but it is not all roses.

Will two souls belonging to such different species be able to be together?

➢ Author's Note | Hi, guys! ❤️ I am back with the fifth chapter of VK and I warn you, it will be mostly smut! A reader asked me to continue the story and having chapters ready I took the opportunity to publish this one! I know you are waiting for the story about Yoongi that I promised in March, unfortunately my life is full of work and it's like my happiness has been sucked away by a dementor 💀. But even though I am progressing slowly, the story is almost towards the end so I hope to publish it soon! In the meantime I leave you with this chapter and thank you as always for your support, I love you ❤️

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Entering the elevator like two rowdies, Jungkook's lips take possession of yours as if they have always belonged to him, one of his hands goes up to hold you still and with his tongue voluptuously traces each flap of soft skin, he seems intent on not wanting to let you go and you taste the firm flavor of wine with pleasure from his own soft, rosy tongue. Your eyes flutter when, he not content, he sneaks under your dress with his other hand, brushing against one of your thighs with ardent curiosity, squeezing the flesh as if that was always the place of his hand.

He pulls away from you slightly to whisper, “That's the way you want me, isn't it?” he emphasizes those words by pushing your pelvis against his, you moan against his lips and a flush of arousal gets the better of you, apart from your panties there is nothing else to protect you from his presence, “I wanted to be good to you, I wanted to be a real knight,” he murmurs an expletive, squinting his eyes dark with lust as he inhales the air.

“But I want a vampire” you sigh against his lips.

His irises glow red, you wordlessly admire that peculiar coloring, but he holds you in a needy, strong embrace, as if to keep you from seeing them, his shoulders tremble slightly at your admission, “Your scent is everywhere, baby” he murmurs in your ear in a persuasive voice, "Think of how many humans will come in here and without realizing it will breathe you in" your heart loses a beat at the idea, your intimacy throbs without you being able to hold back the tremor, it is exciting to think of such a thing.

Jungkook goes back to nibbling your lower lip, licking it occasionally, you chase it with all your might, unable to stop.

“But don't worry, my darling... only I know how delicious your scent is” with a gentle ‘ding’ the elevator doors open, inviting you to get out as soon as possible, Jungkook guides you out without ever taking his eyes or hands off you, you read the desire in his every action and it surely reflects your own as well.

In front of your door you frantically search for the keys to open it, and once you do the boy is not slow to enter, almost tumbling in because of your haste, you have no time to laugh, he slams the door violently, making you jerk in surprise.

He voraciously swallows your exclamation into his mouth, enjoying the warmth that he lacks, and you reciprocate with transport, wanting him to feel pleasure in more ways than one, and if that means making him feel your human warmth, then that's okay too.

You tighten your arms around his neck, wanting to breathe him in and make him yours, you will declare yourself satisfied only when you have succeeded in imprinting him in you forever.

His fingers trace the contours of your waist, climbing higher and higher, until he reaches the edge of your breasts, eagerly squeezing your body, not allowing himself to really touch it.

You pull away breathlessly, “What are you doing?”

“I need your permission,” he whispers, making you smile.

“Do vampires need permission to touch a woman, kind of like the little story that you can't cross the threshold of a house without the master's invitation?”

He shakes his head gently, his dark eyes again shining with an amused sparkle that you watch spellbound.

“No, I just want to make sure you really want this.”

Butterflies flutter to your beating heart, you caress a snow-white cheek softly, “I want everything you can give me, Jungkook and I definitely want this” you deliberately emphasize the last word, honestly you have dreamed of such a moment too many times, you want to enjoy it in reality too.

As if to show him you mean it, you accompany him to your room. You turn on the lights and he finally see where you spend your nights thinking about him, he surrounds your hips with a bright face, lowering himself to give you a kiss on the forehead.

“You have no idea how happy you're making me, if we don't go further tonight I'll still feel satisfied, you know? Even just your presence means a lot to me.”

You think his reassurances are awfully nice, you press a hand to his chest, at the level of a heart that is no longer pumping life, you want to be the one to restart it, and you wave him over to the bed covered with soft sheets, he sits on the edge next to you, sighing in pleasure tilting his head back as you plant a soft kiss on his skin, right where a lovely little mole shows off, you continue further and further toward his well-defined jawline, his skin as smooth and velvety as the petals of a rose, you lightly clench your teeth on his flesh in a small provocative gesture, but you can go no further, he puts an end to your seduction plan before it can even be implemented and like a hawk he swoops down to capture your lips again, plundering your mouth without hesitation and with his hands on your shoulders he forces you to surrender to his strength, bringing your back to match the mattress beneath you.

Without any more embarrassment or indecision his strong hands cup your breasts, probing their shapes carefully, and you have to move away from his ravenous mouth to catch your breath. He smoothly continues his attentions and tickles your nipples with curiosity, pinching them playfully from above the light fabric of your dress; instinctively you spread your legs and arch your back, unknowingly giving him a chance to settle between them, heedless of the strong presence that goes hardening in his denim pants.

His dark eyes leave out no expression that takes shape on your face with each of his slow caresses, amused by the stiff tips pushing at the fabric, trying to get his attention.

“You're not even wearing a bra...” he blows in your ear, uncontrollable shivers traveling straight to your core, which clenches with pleasure, begging him to take any action.

“It-it's the dress, not... “ you stammer, the boy hums thoughtfully and your breath stops as he drops his head to your chest, from your view you can only see his hair, but you can clearly feel the slight bite he leaves at the stiff tip of one nipple, it's delicate, but you can sense how sharp his teeth are, and a jolt of pleasure stronger than the others makes you sigh in delight, with one leg you wrap around his side to keep him from pulling away, while a more lascivious moan escapes from your throat at the light sucking that follows the bite.

His large hands glide like snakes over your hot thighs, and move up your bare skin confidently, taking the rest of your dress with them past your hips, then higher and higher, and with a few quick gestures you are naked under his eager gaze, were it not for the panties - lace - that still conceal your intimacy with regard, except then you feel a damp stain on the fabric, you should feel embarrassment, but Jungkook looks at you as if you were a goddess and that helps you get over it.

He does not focus on your bare breasts as you expect, rather he takes his time to simply look at you, before giving you a sweet, lingering kiss on the cheek, even as he pulls away you feel tingling where he has just kissed you, your eyes becoming slightly moist. You feel there is something different with him, a level of intimacy you have never experienced with anyone else.

“You are so beautiful, you leave me breathless,” he murmurs fondly, before leaning over you.

Then it's just a slow, meandering descent into carnal sin, his tongue darting over one of your turgid little buttons with adoration, watching in amazement as it swells and turns scarlet under his insistent, curious tongue, as if he had never seen such a reaction to his own touches before he met you, and as he leaves a trail of wet kisses and bites with each of your moans, he unhesitatingly sucks every patch of skin his attention rests on, where he cannot reach with his mouth, he leaves it to his hands to take care of it, kneading the flesh of the other breast with appreciation, putting pressure on the other sensitive nipple each time you pull at his strands. After a deep moan he pushes his cock harder and harder against the sheets, the thought of what he is hiding under all those clothes does not leave your thoughts, you want to have him naked on top of you, inside you, and he does seem of the same opinion.

Jungkook pulls away from your breasts battered by his teeth and glistening with his saliva, his own lips are swollen and moist, his lip piercing glistens mischievously against the tip of his tongue, which leaves one last wet trail. The sight is so erotic that you try to kiss him once more, but with a devious smile he pulls away returning to your body, with little open-mouthed kisses that make you shiver with impatience. He is eating your body with painful slowness.

“Quietly, baby,” he whispers on your belly, you squeeze your eyes shut whimpering, the pain of unfulfilled pleasure between your legs is unbearable, "Be a good girl and you'll get your present," he chuckles cruelly, his hands returning to caress the inside of your thighs, reveling in their softness, each touch is always a greater trail of wet kisses that Jungkook deposits on the skin of your lower abdomen, never venturing down where you most demand his attention, never giving you the satisfaction you so much seek.

His hand travels up your soft skin like a cloud, going to graze the edge of your briefs, a choked moan escapes your lips at the idea that he might finally please you, he sneaks under the fabric and touches your hot pussy with sensual calm, shivers run through your entire body as an exclamation escapes him; “Oh, God...”

Your gaze flies to him, his face shows a surprised expression that immediately leaves him. With your heart in your throat you wonder why he said those words.

“What is it?” you ask with a dry mouth, he swallows softly.

“You're so wet, and hot.... I didn't expect that” any strange doubt is swept away with a laugh, which is promptly silenced by his thumb moving over your swollen clitoris carefully, he plays with it slowly, taking his time to study the way it contracts and makes you drip, you drop your head between the pillows breathing heavily, the sensation is divine and finally that pain in a small part shuts up, giving way to a pleasure that sends hot flashes to the tips of your hair. You feel so wet and soft that you would even be ready to welcome him into you right away.

His face moves lower and you arch your back slightly, reacting to the chaste kiss he leaves on your still-covered mound, you clench the sheets in your fists, your breathing getting heavier as the vampire lays more light kisses, but he suddenly stops with the circular thumb motions and you are tempted to scream in protest, before you notice his fingers latching onto the edge of your briefs to pull them off.

“I wonder... will you be as sweet as your perfume?” a sly smile makes room on his face as his eyes chain you in a silent plea.

“Jungkook, please... stop making me wait, I want you,” you beg him to get a move on, you can't stand all that procrastination anymore, and for a moment you have the idea of telling him to go to hell.

“I want you too, you don't know how much, my love” you widen your eyes at the way he just called you, just in time to see his tongue licking your glistening entrance, going all the way up to your clitoris, there his lips latch onto that pulsing, stiff pearl of arousal, his tongue rolls over it once more and, oh fuck.

“D-Don't stop!” you exclaim, your legs stiffening as his fingers sink into the flesh of your thighs to keep them wide open, as if to prove that he is the one getting much more joy out of what he is doing.

You are petrified with bliss, your hips moving toward his mouth in desperation and in response with the polished tip of that soft muscle he moistens your soggy opening, moving back and forth slowly between your sagging and trembling folds.

One of your hands reaches up and clasps his silky dark strands, begging him to stay there and feast on you, and not letting him say it twice he sprinkles your pussy with several sloppy, wet kisses, only to resume sucking the tender pink bud soon after, taking it gently between his teeth in agonizing torture, you murmur disconnected words that even you can't understand, you are burning all over and a long moan leaves your throat when his tongue collects the transparent essence gushing from your trembling slit, he closes his eyes continuing that wonderful smooth and wet movement, small spasms take control of your limbs and you look for a moment to recover away from him, but his index finger gently penetrates the slit he is playing with, making space between the walls that immediately tighten around him, tormented by pleasure. Your legs imprison him in a grip that would leave a normal human being breathless. He soon adds another finger, working his way in a little hard, but you love with all your soul that slight burning sensation from long abstinence.  You whimper asking for more, thrust your hips into his face, and he separates his lips from your folds, leaving behind a glossy trail that smears his chin.

“Ssssh. You're too tight, I might hurt you,” he admonishes you, but you shake your head.

“That's not true, you just want me to beg you to fuck me!” you growl and something in his eyes changes, they get darker and he pushes his finger more roughly inside you. You hold your breath at the change in speed, his fingers reaching places that would have been impossible for you to find, it's getting more and more complicated trying not to go crazy.

“I just want to make you beg me to fuck you, is that it? No, honey... Here the one begging to fuck you is me, but as a gentleman I'm preparing my lady properly, can't you see my efforts?” he growls, before giving quick, short licks to your scarlet clit, which vibrates desperately under his care.

“J-Jungkook... Wait, I don't want to come like this,” you whimper again, inhaling when he adds a third finger, your pussy swallowing the new intrusion with delight, moving rhythmically with him, your belly sending waves of pleasurable heat to the rest of your body.

The boy pulls away slightly, without stopping moving his fingers, churning between the walls as your clitoris throbs unceasingly in search of more attention. He himself looks a mess, the blackness of his eyes completely absorbed by the dark red of his true nature, his lips are pregnant with your taste and he licks them carefully, cleaning up every trace of you. He is beautiful. He is not hiding and this makes you smile slightly.

“You're so warm and sweet, baby,” he moans, pressing his forehead against your thigh, you're wet with sweat and you notice that his hair is curling because it's damp in turn. Fuck, it's terribly sexy and you spontaneously clench around his fingers still inside you, “I'd stay here eating you for hours and hours, your taste is more delicious than the blood I'm used to drinking” he confesses tightening his lips, forcing himself to let go of your heat, a part of you is sorry.“I'll do as you want this time” he brings his two glistening fingers to his mouth, sucking them as he looks at you greedily, those damn intense eyes of his communicate the desire he hides behind an innocent face.

He gets down on his knees on the bed, beginning to unbutton his shirt and you immediately go to help him, curious to see what he looks like under his clothes, he lets you do it with a small smile, which you kiss immediately, you can't get enough of his mouth.

As the buttons are opened, more and more alabaster skin is put on display, with well-defined, massive muscles that your fingers graze with desire, you caress each bundle of muscles and his wonderful narrow waist, admiring him as if you had a work of art in front of you.

You attach your lips to his neck without a second thought, licking him gently before sucking his soft skin, his hands settle on your hips, clasping you to his chest to give you more access to his neck, while your smaller ones reach for his belt, which you open quite quickly, barely registering the sound of metal falling somewhere on the floor, you again provocatively bite the space between his shoulder and neck, and this time he lets a faint gasp escape, kissing you under your ear and then further and further down to your throat, never opening his mouth too much. Yes, that's his weak spot. Something in your bite turns him on, something that perhaps ... also wants to push him to bite you.

He pulls away slightly to unzip his jeans, you are not ashamed to watch him free his cock from his pants, his boxers do nothing to hide the powerful shape he usually tries to keep at bay, there is a darker spot on the fabric, at the height of the tip, and you swallow.

“I've never seen a naked vampire, to be honest,” you say almost shyly, he smiles releasing his boxers, showing you his erection, and you widen your eyes at the sight.

None of your previous partners were this size, not to mention just magnificent, on the rosy tip shines clear liquid and the soft skin perfectly envelops that size which, you know, is hard as marble, you felt it as it was pressed against your thigh, he must have been in a lot of pain.

Jungkook takes his cock in his hand teasingly, giving himself some preparatory caresses with languidly half-closed eyes, his skin is so clear that you can see his blue veins, Jungkook as a vampire mixes such an elegant yet vigorous beauty that it makes your mouth water.

“You're the first human I've ever tasted like that, and believe me when I say I found you delicious...” you blush as you reach for his cock, gently tightening your grip on that velvety, stiff skin, you run your thumb over the tip, sprinkling that liquid all over his rod pulsing between your fingers, you feel like taking him in your mouth and tasting him, knowing what gives him pleasure and at what speed he'd prefer to fuck your throat, Jungkook gently stops you, ”Not now, sweetheart... later you can have as much fun as you want, right now I just need to get inside you,” he whispers in your ear, pinning your hand against his cock and pushing you back onto the bed, you quiver under his hands like a cat in heat, and maybe that's just what you are.

He nibbles gently at the column of your neck and tilts your head to give him a better angle, you enjoy the gentleness used to keep from tearing your skin apart and open your legs inviting him to do what he wants with you, he takes a moment to go back to teasing with his fingers the bundle of nerves that makes you whimper lustfully, the fingers are soon replaced by his cock.

He presses on your folds pushing back and forth, wincing with a moan with each caress. He embraces you in need and with an emotional warmth you've never experienced before. You push your fingers over his shoulders, sinking your nails into his skin as he catches your entrance without really going in, he slowly kisses the lips of your delicate slit with his cock before penetrating inside you in one sinuous lunge, you immediately feel yourself split in two and moan open-mouthed, his hips end up pressing against yours and you feel wonderfully complete with him inside you.

He remains still between the yielding flesh that welcomes him, you see him close his eyes, inhaling slowly.

“Fuck...” he blows through his teeth, a few drops of sweat beading on his forehead, and you dislodge a few wisps of his hair that have clung to his forehead, "You're amazing, how have I lived so far without you?" he trembles as you clench around him at those words, and not content he goes deeper.

You move your pelvis against his and he slowly starts moving again, stepping out slightly and then stepping back in gently, feeling his full weight against your body is an all-encompassing sensation that you will never tire of. He drags his lips down your chest, reattaching himself to one of your nipples shamelessly, sucking and pulling on it with his dangerously sharp teeth. Increasing the power of his mighty lunges, your soft walls twitch with delight as his length comes to stimulate a specific spot inside you, fuck, he's so big you can feel him reach all the way to your stomach, you arch your back unable to do anything else but stand there and take it. You almost cry when the pearl hidden between the folds throbs unbearably, begging for attention that Jungkook seems unwilling to give you for the moment.

You drive your nails into his shoulders, a scream manages to escape your mouth at the umpteenth time he enters you more forcefully.

You cast a glance down between you, his lower abdomen seems moist with something, the inside of your trembling thighs is too, and then you understand, that is your out-of-control arousal, a sigh from him catches your attention.

“Do you see how beautiful you look as you take me like a good girl?” he growls an inch from your lips, making you gasp before he kisses you hard. You willingly take his tongue into your mouth, sensing the aftertaste of your flavor lingering in him, a shuddering, uncontrolled breath makes room in you, his pelvis collides faster with yours, his lips fall back on your sweat-soaked neck, and there you notice something very different.

Something long and sharp is dragged across your skin, which ripples shivering under his care, you intuit that it is the tip of his fangs, he continues to drag them gently with each forbidden thrust of his hips. The knowledge that you could receive a bite at any moment makes you stiffen, making the stretch of your cunt that much tighter, your heart pumps blood fast, arousing you like never before, and Jungkook's eyes widen, invested by all those sensations assaulting you, “Holy-!” he exclaims, before increasing the pace of his uncontrolled lunges, dragging you with him into a vortex of insatiable enjoyment.

You meet the thrusts with your pelvis asking for more, your walls flicker around his cock, willingly welcoming each of his overpowering lunges, with your hands he grasps your thighs tightening them around him, he tilts your pelvis toward his planting wet kisses and light bites in the hollow of your neck, imagine what you might feel on receiving a bite from him, perhaps a mix of excruciating pain and mind-numbing pleasure, your pelvis twitches repeatedly, an intoxicating sensation warms your belly and you tremble violently, Jungkook holds you close to him as his fingers return to torture your swollen clit.

“Oh! Shit,” you sob in shock.

He slows down his thrusts and continues to stimulate you in quick circles that you try to escape, "Ssh, ssh...come, baby.... I know you can do it, you're my obedient human, right?" your breath catches in your throat, pleasure expanding from your tight walls to your stiffening clitoris before a long series of pleasurable jolts work their way throughout your body, concentrating in one powerful orgasm that leaves you breathless.

Jungkook resumes with hard and fast thrusts, continuing to murmur how wonderful and perfect you were for him, taking advantage of your orgasm to trigger his. In the throes of overstimulation you feel his hot semen deliciously invade your pussy, reaching your belly and you gasp at his final lunges, just at that moment his teeth bite lightly into your flesh, without piercing your skin as you would have expected, you feel the stiffness of his shoulders under your hands, before he begins to lick the spot he has chosen, just at this instant he is showing you exceptional self-control.

Jungkook remains inside you a little longer, his head pressed against your breasts, letting your heartbeats lull him as you run your fingers through his wet strands. Even after he comes, his size barely changed, he fills your intimacy smoothly.

“How was I, for a human?” you giggle with a dry throat, he smiles against your skin.

“I don't think I can describe it in simple words,” he brings one of your hands to his lips, affectionately kissing your knuckles , “The only thing I know is that I would repeat everything from the beginning.”

You shake your head, your eyes are beginning to close, “Oh, please ... give me a moment to breathe,” he untangles himself from your legs and immediately you have to deal with several things.

The uncomfortable sensation of his sudden absence hits you hard, and at the same time your legs are screaming in pain, you close them with difficulty, and when you do, his semen is pushed slightly out of your intimacy. You gasp, your only concern now is taking a shower.

The fact that he cum inside you is not a problem, a human and a vampire cannot have children after all.

That thought leaves you a little bitter in the mouth, in truth, but you can't help it.

“I need a shower...will you join me?” you ask shyly to the figure lying on his stomach, your eyes immediately falling on his sculpted buttocks and trying hard not to open your eyes wide, indignant you wonder how you dared not touch that heavenly work, designed by the angels themselves.

With a smile he nods and gets up smoothly, “Lead the way.”

You go to the bathroom together, where waiting for you is a shower large enough to accommodate you and his immense size, he does nothing sexual as he helps you rub your skin gently, you lean wearily against his chest, selfishly letting him do all the work, his hands quiet as he cleanses you from the fragrant lather of your favorite bubble bath.

“Now we'll dry off, hmm?” you nod absentmindedly at his words, barely registering the towel dabbing at your skin, you're tremendously tired, you just want to sleep, to witness this a yawn escapes your control. He laughs lightly, guiding you to the bed completely naked, not that there's a problem, it wouldn't be the first time you've slept with only sheets to cover you.

You notice in the half-light his figure looking for something and frown, “What are you doing?” you murmur, he stops his movements.

“I'm going home- I wouldn't want to disturb you,” he replies unsurely, you narrow your eyes, aware that he can see you in the dark.

"Disturb me after all I've let you do? Don't be an idiot and go back to bed, Jeon," you mutter, he accordingly gives up the search for his clothes and joins you with a smile.

He wraps his arms around your sides and drops his head against your shoulder, sighing quietly.

“Does that mean I passed the test?” he asks with amusement, you smile slightly with your eyes closed.

“With flying colors... it would mean you won't get rid of me so easily” you squeeze one of his hands between yours, pressing it against your chest.

“I'm glad to know that” he kisses your lips lightly, before settling in better, his chest against your back giving you a kind of security that helps balance your heartbeat.

That night you fall into a dreamless sleep, totally relaxed and exhausted.

You open your eyes slowly, looking confusedly at the window of your room, it is open and only the curtains protect your privacy, you wonder if you had forgotten it open last night, then a gentle ache between your legs reminds you of what happened on that bed and a squeal of embarrassment escapes your lips, you press the pillow to your face with a huge smile plastered on your face.

As you inhale you realize that his scent permeates every corner of your sheets, and you enjoy that fresh, masculine fragrance that still makes you feel wrapped in his arms. You would gladly stay in bed all day, if it weren't for your work, which certainly doesn't like to make life easy for you; Jungkook probably had the same thought, given his absence-maybe he ran home to get ready.

You kind of regret not waking up with him, but at least a note or message has to be there, right?

You struggle to lift yourself up, God--how are you going to walk in such conditions? You've been shot down like a beast in the middle of hunting season.

You look around, at the bedside table, at the bed itself--nothing, no romantic note as often happens in the movies. You check your phone and there too, no message.

You slowly get out of bed with tight lips, noticing only now that you are no longer naked, you are wearing one of your nightgowns that you surely didn't put on of your own accord, but why get dressed you rather than leave a message?

Maybe it's a vampire thing...

“I'm starving,” you mutter, not at all in the mood to start cooking anything, it's 7:00 a.m. and your shift will start at 8:15, you shake your head; milk and cereal sound better.

You put on your bunny-eared slippers and walk into the kitchen with the mood under your feet, still mulling over the fact that Jungkook might as well have written you something-.

“What the...” frozen, you stare wordlessly at the boy with his back turned who is preparing something in the pan that smells delicious, “Jungkook?” is more of a question than an exclamation, the boy gives no sign of being surprised to find you standing there. Of course, his senses must have picked up on your movements in the bedroom.

He turns slightly with a gentle smile, "Good morning, baby.... did you sleep well?" you don't miss the mischievous spark behind his words, you cough embarrassed.

That's why he didn't leave anything behind, he's still here.

“But what are you doing here, don't you have work today?” you ask, puzzled.

He's wearing the same clothes as the night before, but they're clearly more rumpled from the evening on the floor they spent, but he doesn't seem to mind.

“I called Yoongi, said I was feeling unwell and that he could take Namjoon my place for the morning shift, as for what I'm doing here- I'm taking care of my human, of course. Bacon and egg sandwiches is good, right?” he shows the contents of the pan and nods at the appetizing appearance, can he cook now too?

He looks pretty confident as he picks up cutlery and ingredients in your kitchen, a suspicion tingles in your mind, “Jungkook... but did you sleep last night?”

He shakes his head cheerfully, “Actually no, we vampires don't sleep at night,” you open your mouth slightly, then close it again.

Gosh, what did he do then all night?

Then how do vampires even work during the day?

“Take it easy, I enjoyed hearing you talk while you slept,” he says, taking two plates and two glasses, you widen your eyes.

“What?”.

His smile turns slightly wicked.

“You clung to me, but you kept repeating that you were cold” he chuckles and you would like to dig your own grave, ‘It's normal, we vampires have a different body temperature than yours, so I helped you a little’ he says pointing to what you are wearing, "Then I thought that after all the activity we did, you would be hungry so I studied the situation in the kitchen, memorizing the places where you keep the items, by the way, you should do the grocery shopping" he scolds you before putting the steaming plate in front of you.

That's one of the things your mom always scolds you too, you never feel like cooking and prefer to eat instant stuff from the supermarket, heck... you didn't expect such a lecture even from a vampire.

You take to eating in silence under his watchful gaze, the sandwich is seasoned to perfection and you don't mind continuing, evidently satisfied he takes to eating too, you remain spellbound for a few moments, can a person appear sexy just by the way he bites into a sandwich? You watch those lips close around his bite and the memory of what he did between your legs the night before pops into your mind. You clear your throat, searching for a way to calm your body's reactions.

“No need to hide, Y/N ... I really enjoyed it too, and if I think back on it I can think of many other ways to have fun” you choke on your eggs and immediately run to take a sip of water.

“You can't think of such things when we're eating!” you blurt out with teary eyes, in response he snuggles into his own shoulders with a tender smile.

“But even yesterday I was eating, yet you didn't complain.”

Oh, gosh. What happened to the boy who at first didn't even dare mention certain practices for fear of making you uncomfortable?

“You really are impossible...” you say wearily, your entire body seems to have been torn apart, and to your surprise he intertwines your fingers, leaving a gentle kiss on the back of your hand, your heart missing a beat.

“Just kidding, you know,” a faux-resentful snort escapes you, before you hear your cell phone ring.

Reluctantly you let go of his hand, “It must be for work, I'll be done in a moment.”

You go to the bedroom, casting a glance at the messy sheets, swallowing before grabbing the infernal thing, reading the name you turn to stone.

Sweet Jimin.

You pluck up courage and answer, keeping your voice low, you don't know to what extent vampire hearing works, certain is that you want to prevent Jungkook from learning certain details.

<<Jimin...>> you mumble his name like it's a curse, and in a way it is.

<<Y/N... please don't do that, I already feel like shit for what happened at the party>>.

You hiss his name one more time, <<Not now, I can't talk>>.

<<What? Why?>> he looks confused, taken aback, and you hold back the snort that was about to escape you.

<<Let's just say I'm in company ... in very good company, and it's not exactly the time to talk about such things, you know ... I too can have someone who wants me all to himself>>.

<<I never said otherwise, don't make me out to be a heartless being, now... I told you a thousand times it was not my intention to interrupt->> you inhale between your teeth to shut him up, you look alarmed at the bedroom door, but nothing is moving.

<<All right! I'll talk to you later, okay? I really don't have time now>> you hiss before shutting the phone in his face.

You're really running out of time, you're in danger of being late for work, and you run to get ready in the bathroom as fast as you can, when you get back to the kitchen you find two probing eyes, two beautiful probing eyes, waiting for you.

You're not really mad at Jimin, at the end of the day he's not really at fault, but remembering the role you're going to have to play once again nausea comes back to grip your gut, you have Jungkook now. You don't want to mess it up.

“Um... It was Jimin,” you say uneasily, Jungkook holding his chin with his hand, studying you carefully.

“I know, but you don't need to tell me, you and he are friends, right?” you look at him nervously.

Of course, you are friends, so why do you feel so uncomfortable telling him about Jimin? He knows absolutely nothing and never will, you can rest assured.

“Yes, yes! We are friends, but he just has a lot of time on his hands,” Jungkook melts into a small smirk.

“Give him time to find a girlfriend and we'll see if he still has time to call you” you freeze on the spot, he doesn't know Jimin has a girlfriend?

“But did something happen at the party? He seemed anxious to talk to you,” he continues, and at least you can tell him that, after all it's about your relationship.

“He feels bad about what happened at the party, you know--his inappropriate interruption, he doesn't know we're dating.”

Jungkook nods, intertwining his fingers, “Don't you want to let him know for the time being?” that question slightly unsettles you, doesn't it! You simply haven't had a chance to talk to each other face to face anymore.

“No, no! That's not it at all, what the heck are you saying? I haven't had a chance to tell him, as you explained yourself, you're working like hell too... in truth I expected you to be the one to tell him.”

He raises his eyebrows, “Me? Why me?”

With a catlike smile you approach his figure, going to trace his features with your fingers, stopping at his well-delineated jaw, “Don't you males usually mark your territory?” you ask sarcastically.

He follows your caress with half-closed eyes, “Us males, huh?” he is quite amused, “I've already marked what I had to mark tonight, believe me, every vampire will know you're mine... especially Jimin” he grabs your hips, pushing you onto his muscular thighs and in response you bring your arms around his neck, placing your nose in the crook of his neck. You enjoy his scent, which is now mixed with yours as well; he must have showered using your products, and this makes you stupidly excited.

“That's not fair,” you mutter, ”How will the vampires know that you are mine? I don't have anything in particular I can leave on you.”

He flinches slightly so he can look at you, there is joy shining in his eyes, “Baby, I have your scent everywhere, maybe you won't smell it, but it won't go unnoticed by vampires,” you are still not completely convinced. You want to see with your own eyes something that binds him to you.

“You haven't convinced me, Jeon... I have to be sure.”

In response he cradles your lips in another sweet kiss, you sense a hint of moisture when he opens his, inviting you to taste him again, you don't let him tell you twice and sink your hand into his hair as he takes possession of your mouth again.

His hand travels down your side, feeling and squeezing the flesh hidden by your shirt, you tighten your thighs around his waist in an attempt to calm the pleasurable throbbing between your legs, but groan in annoyance when your phone starts ringing again.

You reluctantly pull away, notice his eyes no longer as black as a raven's feathers, but a shade that wanders to reddish brown; he must have gotten nervous, too.

“It's definitely work this time,” you mutter a few inches from his face, "I have to go.”

You make to get off, but his grip on your wrist stops you, you stare at him confused, his expression so serious that you feel strange.

“At dinner I made you a proposition and I threw it out for a laugh, but I was serious. Come work with me.”

The butterflies in your stomach multiply to such an extent that they catch your heart and make him take flight, you smile at the sight of his face so serious and determined, having to admit that his proposal is not bad at all. But there is always a but.

The two of you. You could stay together as well as you could break up. In the last case it would be rather awkward to work together. You don't feel like giving him a straight answer.

“With you, or for you?” you ask amusedly, his smile showing off his perfectly white, sharp canines, but it's wonderful for you to see that smile come to life so closely.

“Does it really matter?” he asks mischievously, "It would be exciting either way," his hands slide down your thighs, slightly lifting the light fabric covering them, scenes from the night just past come to life in your mind, but you shake your head away from his bewitching figure.

“I will think about it, Jeon... You'll have my answer soon.”

You arrive at the office in a subdued mood, not wanting to leave Jungkook alone, but work was calling. Before leaving home he promised he would tidy up a bit before leaving in turn, this makes you smile.

A vampire cleaning a human being's house? That would be a moment to frame.

You walk in sullenly, trying not to point out your rather odd walk, Jungkook went pretty hard the night before, but you're not complaining about sore legs and your most sensitive pussy, you're loving this, and the image of Jungkook fucking you in the copy room becomes more delirious.

As you expect, Valentine is there taking calls with an annoyed look. She doesn't even make eye contact with you, and for that you are grateful; perhaps she realized that she had been bugging the wrong person and would now stop pestering you with her idle chatter.

You sit down, ready to suffer your boss's anguish already early in the morning, open the notepad you always keep in your desk drawer to read that day's appointments, but something else catches your attention.

On the open page of the mass of papers used to take notes or scribble phone numbers is a small post-it note folded in on itself.

You cast a suspicious glance at Valentine, but she is not paying even a little attention to you.

You take a deep breath and open it, unsure of what might be written there. Maybe it's from the boss, but it's strange. If there was something he wanted he would have come and yelled it in your face, he's not the type to write post-its and hide them, then!

Bad choice.

You widen your eyes.

You study your surroundings, the knot in your stomach returning to weigh down your breath.

“Valentine?” you call in her direction, she gives you an annoyed look, but does not look away.

“What do you want now? I'm busy.” the instinct to growl at her is suppressed, but it remains there, below the surface.

You show her the post-it note with an icy stare.

“This is a joke on your part, isn't it? Are you trying to scare me?” she narrows her eyes in response.

“Oh, no! I had nothing to do with it this time, look elsewhere for the culprit,” she blurts, turning away.

With her out of the way, you already know who to suspect with more confidence.

Someone knocks on the door and you gasp at the sound, Valentine breaks into a smile, and you... You look up fearfully, from the glass door Yoongyu is smiling at you.

[rendy-a]

Could I request a self aware twst au with like the first years :D?

I want to thank all the people who interacted with that post earlier today. It gave me enough motivation to go out and finish this piece.

While trying to think up concepts for this work, it occured to me that all the first years (except Ortho) were in sports clubs. That means there is one event perfect for you to bond with your first year friends.

Ace kicks a pile of canvas laying in a heap at his feet, “This is ridiculous!  What if something happens while we’re gone!”  His mouth twists into an unpleasant grimace.  He looks to his basketball club members for backup, but no one will meet his eye.  So, he turns to where he knows he’ll find support.  “Oi, Sebek!”  The green haired fae is distractedly pounding away at a tent stake nearby but it is easy to see from his expression that his heart isn’t in it.  “What happens if someone tries to kidnap the Player when we aren’t there to protect them?  You know how famous they are!”  Sebek stops hammering and slowly looks up, tears forming in his eyes. 

“SILVER! SILVER!” he shouts to his clubmate, “What if I’m not there to protect the Player!  Forget this event, we must return to the school with ALL HASTE!”  He looks to his fellows for support but again, none of the senior students stop what they are doing.  Ace, however, is fast to abandon his own camping site and join Sebek.  “Right, right?” he eagerly urges Sebek on, “What does this even matter if our Player isn’t here to see it?” 

“Stop it,” the sturdy voice of Jack growls, “It doesn’t pay to get worked up over it.  This is in the story, so we have to do it.  That’s just how it is.”  Sebek stares at the wolf beastman silently, tears falling from his eyes.  “Maybe we can tell them about it later!” Deuce tries to cheer his fellow freshman up, “I’m sure they’d like to hear about it.  They always listened to my card stories before…well before it happened.  I think they’d like to hear about this too!”  At that Sebek seemed mightily cheered and returned to setting up his tent with gusto, muttering about what he’d tell the Player about later.  Ace scoffs, sensing his defeat and returns bitterly to his own site. 

Epel wanders over and observes Ace silently.  “You finished?” Ace asks in surprise.  “Yeah, Leona is a great leader and took charge of getting us set up right away!” Epel informs him, “I had time to put up my tent and help Ruggie set up one for Leona too!”  Then he looks down and kicks Ace’s sad abandoned tent as well, “I just wish the Player was here to see it.  I bet they’d have been really impressed with how fast I finished.”  Ace frowns and complains, “But they aren’t here.  They are back at school with the Arts Clubs.”  This causes Epel to scowl deeply, “Dagnabit!  I didn’t need a reminder of that!  I can just picture those frou-frou artsy types trying to suck up to the Player.  Trying to get them to talk different, eat different, just…” He doesn’t finish the thought but the way he grinds his teeth shows how he feels about the idea.

The sound of pounding tent stakes and shifting canvas is diminished when the booming voice of Coach Vargas booms out, “Listen up, young campers!  Now, I know you don’t need any additional motivation to showcase your strength and fortitude here after I’ve done an AMAZING job setting up this EXCITING AND ENTERTAINING EVENT!”  Here he pauses and casts a quick look over his shoulder before straightening up again.  “But if you do!”  Then he smiles a beaming smile and sets his hands on his hips.  That’s when you pop out from behind him, “Hey guys!  Guess who’s here to do their memory keeper duties!” 

Ace jumps over his canvas pile in a rush to get to your side and stumbles over it.  “Woah, calm down,” you admonish him cheerily, “I’ll be here all weekend.”  Epel asks in an innocent sounding voice, “You will?  You really will?”  You pat the two boys on the shoulder and search out your other first year friends in the crowd.  Sebek is sobbing quietly in front of his tent and Deuce is waving excitedly from the distant track club area.  Jack gives you a small nod before turning back to his area as though he is unaffected by your appearance, but the cloud of dust kicked up by his wagging tail says otherwise. 

You turn toward Vargas and look expectantly.  He looks blankly back at you until you awkwardly say, “Go on.”  He looks at you a moment before clearing his throat, “Ah yes, yes.  Harumph!  Anyway, tents are up!  Get over here and listen up for your next task!”  Then he looks at you as though seeking your approval to hand out the task.  You shrug and then nod as though to say, ‘Sure, go for it.’  Vargas gives you a toothy smile and then proceeds to hand out a familiar sounding explanation about the tasks to be assigned to the clubs.  You wave lightly before heading back to the cabin to get your own things sorted out.  The eagerness of the students fades as fast as your departure.

“So…,” Deuce begins carefully, “We are going to try now?  Right?”  He looks at Ace for confirmation.  Jack snorts behind him, “I was always going to try.”  Then he makes a fist and puts on an eager smile, “I’m going to knock this challenge out so fast that the Player can’t help but notice me!”  Deuce turns away from Ace to join Jack instead.  The two Track Club members fire each other up over their plans to dominate the camp tasks and stand out to the Player.  Deuce quickly becomes so distracted by this that he forgets Ace entirely.  This is just the chance Ace has been waiting for to quietly slip away.

“So, Prefect,” Ace begins as he appears at your side.  You yelp and drop your backpack, catching it before it hits the ground and damages your precious ghost camera.  “Ace!” you shout, “What are you doing here?  This isn’t in the event!”  He looks at you quietly and you quickly backtrack, “I…I mean, shouldn’t you be with the Basketball Club doing…something?”  Ace smiles, happy to have avoided an awkward situation.  “Nah, I’m not going to mess around in the woods.  It’s a team effort, so as long as those other guys do the grunt work, I’ll be fine.”  You roll your eyes at his attitude.  “Plus, why would I want to be anywhere but with my best buddy, eh Prefect?” 

You consider this carefully before slyly narrowing your eyes and gesturing to your unbuilt tent.  “Sure, thing, Pal.  Why don’t you hang out and help me build my tent.”  Ace grimaces, not wanting to do the work but mostly afraid you’ll pick up on his lack of tent-building expertise.  The odd standoff is concluded when you hear Coach Vargus bellow, “Nonsense!  That won’t do for either of you!  I can hardly deprive the Prefect of the chance to enjoy this stimulating muscle-building activity and as for you Ace, well, you are just slacking off.”  Ace starts to stammer as you just stand there cringing.  Coach Vargus calmly approaches Ace and lifts him up by his collar.  It reminds you of how you lift a misbehaving Grim by the scruff of his neck.  You wave awkwardly at the departing Ace as he looks imploringly at you from the Coach’s grasp.  ‘Oh well, you reap what you sow,’ you think.

A tiring amount of time later, you brush your hands off on your thighs and declare, “There, done!”  Then you slowly head over to grab your pack holding the Ghost Camera, among other supplies.  The sun is barely at its peak, but you are already sweating with exertion from putting up the tent.  You wonder how your more athletic friends among the first-year students are handling it.  You know they are more used to the effort, but you hope they are taking necessary precautions.  Perhaps you’d just remind them and see if they need to borrow some sunscreen.

You know realize that sunscreen was the least of your safety concerns.  You watch in disbelief as Sebek continues to scale a sheer cliff in search of a lantern blossom flower.  The reaction of the nearby students was mixed.  Silver seemed remarkably unconcerned as he spoke to Riddle nearby.  Meanwhile, you and several NPC characters were more nervous.  “He is going to fall, isn’t he?” you ask the nearby Scarabia A.  He looks at you for a long moment and then shrugs his shoulders.  You are not reassured at all. 

You turn instead to Ignihyde C and gesture, “This game doesn’t have a mature rating, so he can’t die.  Right? Right?”  The surprised student looks at you with his mouth falling open before he stammers, “R.right.”  Then he looks up at the precarious position of the green haired fae and mumbles, “But maybe you should cheer him on anyway.”  You look more intently at the NPC and demand, “Do you think that would help?”  He answers you in a fluster, “W..well, if my oshi…I mean friend…if my friend cheered me on, I think it would really help me do my best!” 

Right.  That is just the sort of thing friends do.  “HEY SEBEK!” you shout.  The fae somehow hears you shout and looks arrogantly over his shoulder at the spectators but when his eye catches your form, he shakes, and you fear he will tumble from the cliff.  “HOLD ON SEBEK, YOU CAN DO IT!  I BELIEVE IN YOU!”  From even the great distance between you, the image of determination that crosses his expression can be seen.  He sets off with a renewed vigor, making daring transitions and finding ways to make speedy progress.  With several movements that make you gasp and hold your breath; he reaches the lantern blossom and plucks it from the ground. 

Much faster than the ascent, Sebek’s return to the ground was accomplished quite shortly.  He was still a considerable distance up when he leaps from the cliff edge to race to your side and show off his prize.  He eagerly holds out the glowing lantern blossom for you to view.  “Its so pretty,” you comment politely, “I wish I had one.”  He gasps and grabs hold of your hand, forcing the poor battered flower into it.  “THEN YOU MUST HAVE THIS ONE!”  You give him a shocked look, “No really, that is unnecessary.  I’ll get one some other day.”  He smiles at you smugly, “No need Prefect.  Any time you need a lantern blossom, I will fetch one for you.”  You guiltily hold out the flower to one student after another, but no member of the Horseback Riding Club will take it from you.  “Prefect,” Riddle finally says in a commanding voice, “Its rude to return a gift.  We are more than capable of retrieving another lantern blossom.”  Sebek and Silver nod in agreement, backing up the Dorm Leader.  You think it’s time to go before you cause this club any more trouble.  You make your excuses and dash off to the lake.

As you part a pair of branches and emerge from the forest at the lake’s edge, you catch sight of some members of the Spelldrive Club nearby.  Ruggie seems to be fishing up a storm while your first-year friend Epel watches from nearby with his own pole.  “See,” Ruggie tells his underclassman, “That’s how its done.  Now in return for that free lesson, how about you show me what you learned by catching enough fish for the rest of the club! Shishishi!”  You roll your eyes at the obvious attempt to foist the work off onto Epel but are surprised with your friend shouts “YES SIR!” with enthusiasm.  You catch Ruggie’s eye and give him a quiet tsk tsk which only earns you a mischievous wink before the hyena beastman set’s off toward camp.

You slowly saunter over to Epel, who is fully engaged in his fishing.  “So, got a plan?” you asked over his shoulder.  “Eh!?” he gasps and drops his pole, “Player!  I..I mean Prefect!  It’s you! Ya’ had me surprised outta my skin there!”  You give him an apologetic smile.  Epel stoops down to retrieve his pole and shyly replies, “My plan is just to catch the fish.  I’m not going to give up until I’ve caught at least a dozen!”  Then he holds up his arm and bends it at the elbow, giving you a little flex to show off his determination.  You hold in a laugh, “Well, if you are that fired up, why stop at only one dozen?” 

Epel’s eyes go wide for a moment and then he gets a maniacal grin.  “Yeah! You’re right!  I’m going to catch you at least two dozen fish!  Or maybe three or four!”  You know Epel is not the type to break his word, so you quickly interrupt to calm down his ambitions, “One dozen is enough!  I was just joking.”  You wave your hands toward the ground as though to say, let’s lower our expectations.  Epel frowns and mutters under his breath, “That isn’t going to impress anyone.” Then he looks at you determined, “Just wait and see!  I’ll catch plenty of fish so don’t go eat’n with any other club!  When tha fish are in tha bag, I’ll make ya Gram’s special fish stew!” 

As Epel gets to work, casting his line and reeling in the lure, you sit beside him on a rock.  When the time seems right, you snap a picture of him eagerly lifting a small fish from the lake on his line.  “There you go!  One down!” you say as you transfer the ghost camera to your elbow and give him a small clap of encouragement.  He preens a short second before frowning down at the small fish.  “Tha’ next ‘un will be twice as big!” he shouts in determination before casting his line again. 

True to his prediction, soon Epel gets a tremendous tug on his pole.  You both shout and leap to your feet at the strength of the fish that appears to be on the line.  “WOAH!” Epel shouts.  You lean over the edge of the lake, trying to see the monster fish Epel has snagged.  Epel too seems interested in his opponent and plans one foot firmly while leaning forward to stare intently where his line entered the lake.  With a sudden flash, a scaled hand emerges from the lake to grab the tip of Epel’s rod and tugs Epel, pole and all, into the lake.  You quickly slide back as far more of Floyd emerges from the lake.  He gives you a toothy smile before his trademark laugh emerges and he returns to the lake.  Epel does not immediately surface, and you are concerned for a moment before you spot him further down the shore.  Though he has concealed himself behind a log, you can tell his ears are flushed with embarrassment.  You kindly decide to give him his space.

Halfway to camp, your stomach begins to growl.  You thought sadly about Gran’s special fish stew, now beyond your reach.  You hoped that you’d manage to sweet talk some fish off someone.  They were your friends, so someone is bound to share, right? 

The size of Deuce’s eyes when you asked him sweetly if he’d share his food with you rivaled that of the empty plate you held out to him.  “Please?” you finish your plea for lunch.  Deuce flushes and quickly removes his pack from his shoulder, pulling out a fairly large fish.  “No problem, Prefect, I’ve got enough for two here!”  You make a little gesture to celebrate your victory and compliment him, “Yeah!  Great job catching such a big fish.  It looks so huge, I bet its even enough for three people!”  Immediately Deuce denies this, “NO!  NO, IT’S NOT!”  When you pull back in surprise, Deuce continues in a softer voice, “I…I mean this one is just perfect for two.  It…its just meant for us.  To share.  Together.” 

You hold up your hands and agree, “Sure, sure.  Just you and me.  I get you.”  Deuce seems so very pleased by your response that you decide to just let his strange response slide.  Plus, you need him to cook that fish.  “So…what are you making?  You know, just for us to share?” you ask as you saddle up to his side?  Deuce looks back and forth between you and the fish, “I sure know how to cook this.  Yup, I really do.”  Your mouth falls into a little O and then you glare at him suspiciously, “Deuce, do you know how to cook fish?”  He doesn’t meet your eye but assures you that Trey taught him some recipes.  You still have your suspicious but figure if it was a Trey recipe, it would be alright.

“So, what do we do?” you ask Deuce.  He looks at you with a dreamy expression, “We?  You’re going to cook with me?”  You shrug your shoulders, “I mean yeah, that’s how Trey’s recipes are, right?”  Then you lean in close and whisper, “Like…Like in the game when we made that chestnut tart together.  Right?”  Deuce quickly agrees, “Right!  Together!  You and me!  Just…you and me… Ahem!”  He finishes with a cough and then, to your relief, sends you to the forest to collect some herbs. 

You had a handful of samples and a general area to search for more.  Apparently, Jack had scented some out while setting up camp and taken cuttings so his clubmates could retrieve more later.  You smiled at the foresight of the first-year student.  You weren’t sure exactly what Deuce needed, so you gathered a few handfuls of each type.  You walk back to the camp and set your bounty on the table next to the fish Deuce has prepared.  It looks like he’s used the time you were away to fillet the fish and make a simple dough.  Seeing the dough gives you confidence that this really is a Trey recipe. 

“So, what now?” you ask him.  “Chop up the herbs and mix them into a paste with water,” Deuce directs.  “Sure,” you say while gesturing to the pile, “but which ones?”  Deuce pauses and looks at the large pile of greens you have sitting there.  “Oh…um…All of them!”  Now your doubts are back.  “Are you sure about that?” you ask him carefully.  “Yeah!” Deuce replies confidently, “Just like Trey says, the more the merrier!”  You carefully take two sprigs of herbs and chop them up and then, while Deuce is preoccupied with the dough, give them a taste.  Honestly, the combination of the two isn’t bad.  ‘Well,’ you think, ‘what to I know about cooking in a magical world anyway?’  So, you chop the entire pile of greens and mix it all into a thick paste.  Deuce combines your herb paste with the fish and puts it into a small pie shell he has formed with the dough.  Then, you pack the ‘pie’ into the hot rocks of the fire to roast. 

While the pie bakes, you sit side by side on a log and chat about normal things.  Or maybe it was more like you chatted and Deuce listened.  You didn’t mind, he was good company even if he seemed preoccupied.  You were telling him about Grim’s latest antics when you felt something on your hand.  You give a small yelp and tug your hand into your lap.  “Ah!” you examine your hand as you brush it off, “Was that a bug?”  Deuce, who you suddenly realize had gotten far closer to you than you’d noticed, nervously remarked, “Oh yeah, that…was probably it.  Ha ha.”  Finally, you ask, “Are you cold?  I bet we could find you a seat closer to the fire if you are.  You can be as cozy as our pie.”  Deuce seems embarrassed for a moment before suddenly becoming alarmed, “THE PIE!”  He jumps up and fishes the pie from the fire. 

He brings it to you nervously, “I think it is fine…”  The pie has a small amount of char around the edge that was directly in the fire.  If it hadn’t been made by your good friend, you’d probably have refused it but, since it was made by Deuce, you don’t have the heart to refuse.  “Oh yeah, looks fine.  I guess…lets try it?” you say trying to convince both yourself and Deuce of the pie’s editability.  Deuce lets out a happy sigh and breaks the pie in half, handing you the slice with fewer burnt edges.  He makes no move to eat the pie himself but seems to hold his breath, waiting for you to try it.  “Well, here it goes?” you say in a worried tone.  You take a bite; it’s terrible.  You force your mouth into a wide smile, “mmm…” you mutter for him in pity.  You decide to use the same method for the pie as you used the last time you were forced to eat Lilia’s cooking.  You cram the pie down in three huge bites, trying to finish it off while tasting it as little as possible. 

For a moment, Deuce seems greatly pleased with the gusto in which you eat before the look of alarm sets on his face and he tilts his head to the side.  Or maybe he is tilting his whole body?  Oh, no.  It’s you that is falling.  Then the blackness takes you as Deuce’s frightened shouts fade out, “HELP, I think…I’ve poisoned…the player…”

You wake up groggy.  If that was all, you’d have considered yourself lucky, but it also appears you’ve been tied to a tree.  You are confused for a moment until you recall the storyline of the Camp Vargus event.  Right, Coach is probably out tormenting students right now while anyone captured is tied up.  Great, just great.  You look up when you hear a long howl echoing through the forest.  ‘Is that Jack?’ you think to yourself.  If Jack is already in his wolf form, then this camp is nearly over.  You sigh and lean back into the tree, waiting for someone to come along and release you.

It isn’t longer than an hour before a very tired but eager Jack arrives to untie you.  “Guess you are the hero of the day, huh?” you jibe at him.  He flushes as he rubs the back of his head, “Oh, you heard about that.”  He tries to pretend indifference but moments later he is asking for more details, “So what did you hear?”  Well, this is a challenge to answer since you hadn’t actually heard anything about it.  You just remembered it from when it was a game plot.  “Well…didn’t Floyd change into his mer form?  That was probably cool to see.” 

A look of incredulousness passes over his face, “Yeah well, other guys probably looked cool too.”  You nod knowingly, “Yeah, I heard you got to Sebek use his training to lure the monster into the bog.  Who knew there would be a chance for him to show off his skills out here.”  Jack huffs, “Yeah but he wasn’t the only one using his skills out there.”  Now you smile, feeling a bit mischievous yourself, “Oh, for sure.  I mean what would we have done without our MVP from Savanahclaw.”  Jack lets out a relieved sigh and smiles.  “Yes, Ruggie sure did pull though.  I don’t normally approve of his sneaky habits, but you have to admit he really came through today.” 

Jack’s eyes widen and he stands there in a silent shock.  “Well, let’s get going.  Are you hungry?  I could sure go for something right about now.”  Then you dust off your knees and start heading toward camp.  After a moment, you decide you’ve tortured him enough and pause, waiving your hand to signal him to join you.  When he reaches your side, you give his uniform sleeve a tug.  He bends down and you use this opportunity to give him a pat on the head and then rub his soft ears.  “You did good, Jack,” you praise him softly.  Then you thread your arm through his own and tug him along to camp.  “Now, let’s go get some grub.  Just don’t take anything Deuce gives you, ok?”  Jack smiles and follows you along, tail wagging all the way.

[estrellami-1]

Wip Tag Game!

Rules: You will be given a word. Share one sentence/excerpt from your wip(s) that start with each letter of that word.

Thanks @wheneverfeasible for the tag! This was fun! My word was CORDYCEPS. I’ve never seen TLOU. I can’t tell if I want it explained or never want it explained.

C-

“Christ,” Steve mutters, and drops the grocery bag in his haste to dash over and start drawing the curtains. “Fuck, Eddie, I’m sorry, I didn’t even think about the windows, are you okay?”

Eddie un-contorts from his seat. “‘M okay,” he murmurs, eyeing the bag. “I can smell it.”

Untitled vampire!Eddie fic

O-

One tap, then two. “Um,” Steve says, “does that mean maybe? Or you don’t know?” Another tap, and he grins before taking the fork. “Okay. Then let’s go find out.”

He dumps the plate and fork into the sink, making a mental note to wash them later, then digs through a drawer, finding a notepad, a pencil, and a pen.

Untitled ghost!Eddie fic

R-

Robin pats his shoulder reassuringly. “Don’t worry. I’ll hold you back if I have to.”

“I’m stronger than you are.”

“I’m wiry. And don’t play fair.”

“That much I know,” Steve agrees, laughing.

Untitled Mafia AU

D-

Drumsticks clatter against metal rims. “This is going way too far for a con, man.”

The door shuts again. The drummer is Gareth, so Steve assumes he’s left, too.

Eddie lets out a wordless shout, then focuses on Frankie-called-Freak. “And what about you? Gonna accuse me of using dates to case the joint?”

Untitled random fic

Y-

“Yup. And like I have all of you Ewoks now.” He grins and ruffles Dustin’s hair, laughing when Dustin squawks and bats him away.

“Ewoks?”

“Yup. Little, cute, and I’m pretty sure you’re always about four seconds from sacrificing me to some unknown god.”

Dustin giggles at that, and Steve’s heart breaks and heals, knowing Eddie is the only person who could get Dustin to laugh right now. Steve’s probably going to cry on his shoulder about it later, but for now he pulls himself together, smiling at them.

Untitled Dustin whump fic

C-

“Christ, woman!” Stevie yells, grinning at Robin as she chucks a pillow at her. “Can’t I have peace in my own house?”

“No,” Robin says, and then the door closes.

Stevie chuckles and leans back against her headboard. “So.”

“So.”

Electric Touch

E-

Eddie squawks. “Wayne! The betrayal!”

“You’re stayin’ the night too, dumbass, you’re tellin’ me you’d rather sleep on your mattress?”

“Well, no, but I wouldn’t trade you for it!”

Wayne eyes him. “Get old. Then we’ll talk.”

Untitled baby!Dustin fic

P-

“Patience, milady,” Eddie grins. “Almost. The real question is, are you ready for what I’ve got planned?”

She rolls her eyes again. “You pull this shit every week, Dee, I’m immune.”

Eddie narrows his eyes playfully at her. “If I recall, Lady Vera, you are the first to begin this round. Last we saw, your party had entered the mouth of the trolls’ cave and was met with nothing but darkness. How do you proceed?”

Untitled rewrite fic

S-

Steve searches through his—admittedly spotty—memory of kingdom law. “Excuse me,” he calls out to the guard.

“This does not concern you,” the guard says, dismissing him and turning back to the maybe-not-thief.

“Excuse me,” Steve says again, and unsheathes his dagger. The guard’s eyes drop to it, then his mouth drops open in panic. “You know whom this dagger belongs to, do you not?”

Untitled Royal x Thief AU

I knew I had enough WIPs to do one letter per WIP… what I didn’t know was I just barely had enough! This was fun. Thanks again!

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[corpseri]

ᝰ.ᐟ serenity | 006

⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ novel: twtptflob/roxana

⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ databank: here

⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ word count: 2.4k

⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ tags: @evaxmisu, @00hellohello00, @welpthisisboring, @hsrvl264, @flyingpansaurus, @semi-wife, @elvinapandra

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the next day:

you’re in your room, brushing your hair as the morning light filters through the window. the second day of yggdrasil has arrived, and you prepare yourself to step out once more into the world of nobles and hidden dangers. your movements are slow, methodical — anything to delay the inevitability of leaving the comfort of your room. i never thought brushing my hair would be so calming. i guess i never really got to appreciate it.

your new maid is out fetching your breakfast. you don’t know her name, and you don’t plan to. there’s no point in learning the name of someone who might not last. elaime had died almost immediately, and while you had felt a moment of disquiet at her passing, it had been brief. no bond had been forged, no attachment made. it had been easier to let go that way.

you set your brush down, exhaling softly. it’s better this way. a knock on the door disrupts your thoughts. you blink, turning toward it. "come in." the door opens, and there stands dion. he lingers at the threshold, his eyes unreadable, his presence heavy despite his silence. something about the way he stands there, unmoving, makes the air in the room feel thick. you shift slightly in your seat. "you can come in, you know."

dion steps forward, his movements sharp yet strangely hesitant. then, with no warning, he slams the door shut behind him. the abruptness of it startles you, your heartbeat quickening for just a moment. "what’s wrong?" you ask, your voice softer than he expected.

he doesn’t answer. he walks across the room until he stands right behind you, his appearance visible in the mirror in front of you. he reaches forward, taking a small section of your hair between his fingers. his touch is deliberate, his thumb grazing over the strands in a slow, thoughtful motion. you freeze, your hands stilling in your lap, still holding your hairbrush.

he’s never done this before. not like this. "dion?"

still, he says nothing. a few moments pass before he finally speaks, his voice quieter than usual. "i’ve been thinking a lot."

the weight of his words settles over you. your mind flickers back to last week once more. i never even thanked him, did i?

an odd guilt twists in your chest. dion had done something no one else had, and yet you had let it pass without a word of gratitude. that realization urges you forward before you can think better of it. you stand, stepping toward him. he watches you, his gaze unwavering. why does he always look at me like that? as if he’s searching for something only he can see.

you don’t allow yourself to hesitate. you reach up, pressing a quick peck against his cheek. the briefest touch — a whisper of warmth against his skin. "thank you."

he doesn’t move. he doesn’t speak. he only stares at you, the usual blankness of his expression made, “you already thanked me,”

a heartbeat passes. then another. i did?!

without a word, he turns away from you and makes his way to your bed, sitting down heavily. his posture is loose, his hands resting between his knees as if deep in thought.

the door opens again. your maid returns, carrying a tray of food. the moment she sees dion, her hands tremble slightly, though she keeps her head down. she places the tray on the table before glancing hesitantly at him. "d—do you need anything, young lord?"

dion barely acknowledges her. "leave."

she does, merely tripping over herself in her haste. the door clicks shut behind her, leaving the two of you alone once more.

you make your way over to the table, lifting a sandwich from the plate. without much thought, you take a bite, barely noticing the crumbs that fall onto your lips. the silence between you both is thick but not uncomfortable.

he watches you as you eat, his gaze unwavering. you feel it, the weight of it pressing against you, but you don’t shy away. he’s always watching. but why does it feel different now?

you tear off a small piece of your sandwich and hold it out to him. "want a bite?" he exhales through his nose, the closest thing to a scoff, and declines with a small shake of his head.

a faint smile tugs at your lips. you sit beside him, simply returning to your meal. the crumbs stick to your fingers, dotting your lips. before you can wipe them away, dion reaches forward. his thumb brushes against the corner of your mouth, slow and deliberate, swiping away the stray crumbs, similar to how he treated your hair a few minutes ago.

your breath catches. his touch lingers just a moment longer than necessary before his hand falls away. then, without warning, he shifts. he kneels on the floor before you, his head lowering until it rests gently against your lap.

your body stills. "dion—"

"silence."

his voice is quiet, almost tired. it’s rare to hear him sound anything but composed.

your free hand hesitates before lifting, fingers threading into his dark hair. it’s softer than you expect, silkier. you stroke lightly, feeling the way his muscles relax ever so slightly under your touch.

a part of you wonders why he’s doing this. is this comfort? is this something else entirely?

you exhale, allowing yourself to simply exist in the moment. the warmth of him against you, the rhythmic rise and fall of his breath. the intimacy of it all is subtle, unspoken, yet undeniable.

minutes stretch into an eternity. his breathing evens out, slow and steady, while your fingers move in soft patterns through his hair. there's something grounding about it, something that makes your heart ache in a way you don’t fully understand.

you lower your gaze to him, watching the way his lashes fan against his pale skin, the way his hand has slowly clenched into the fabric of your dress as if anchoring himself. is he afraid i’ll disappear? how cute.

a strange sort of tenderness wells up in your chest. carefully, you let your fingers trace along the back of his neck, feeling the tension still coiled beneath his skin.

your voice is quiet when you finally speak. "you can stay as long as you need."

he doesn’t respond, but the way his grip tightens just slightly tells you everything you need to know. the morning light shifts, casting long shadows across the room. and still, neither of you move.

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you wake up in a daze, disoriented at first, but the familiar warmth of the blanket wrapped around you eventually pulls you back into reality. you blink, taking in your surroundings. the bed is just as you left it, and the dim light filtering through the window makes it clear that the day is well into its afternoon hours. the clock beside your bed reads 1:00 pm, and you gasp.

three hours.

it’s been three hours since you were last awake. the memory of his head resting gently in your lap still lingers in your mind, along with the soft brush of his hair beneath your fingers. you remember telling him that he could stay as long as he liked, but that was the last thing you recall before slipping into unconsciousness. you weren't sure what happened, but the thought of him — of what had happened between you two — pulls at you. what? where did he go? the clothes you wear on your body indicate that whatever you remember wasn’t a dream, but reality.

“did i… fall asleep?” you mumble under your breath, shaking your head in confusion. a strange heaviness lingers in your limbs, as if something unseen has been weighing you down. ugh, i’m eighteen but my shoulders feel like they're seventy, my back is eighty and my knees are ninety.

your thoughts are cut short when a voice interrupts the quiet of the room. you turn toward the sound, startled to find griselda sitting at the foot of your bed. she’s facing you now, her gaze calm and steady, and for a moment, you can’t quite remember when she entered the room.

“good, you’re awake.” griselda’s voice is soft but carries an edge of authority. “i’ve been waiting for you.”

you sit up slowly, still adjusting to the haziness in your mind. waiting for me? why didn’t she just wake me up? the question forms in your mouth without thought, but you swallow it before it leaves your lips. there’s something about her presence that makes you hold back. you push the thought away and try to focus on what you know.

“you need to get ready.” griselda’s words are brisk, her tone flatter than usual. without waiting for a reply, she stands and moves toward you with the smooth confidence of someone who’s done this before.

before you can react, she pulls back your blanket, exposing you to the cool air. you shiver involuntarily as she helps you sit properly on the edge of the bed. without preamble, she reaches for a washcloth and a basin of warm water from a nearby table, dabbing your face with gentle but firm strokes. the warmth seeps into your skin, shaking away the last remnants of grogginess.

she doesn’t stop there. she moves with purpose, carefully smoothing down your clothes before pulling out an outfit for the day. the fabric is heavy, luxurious, and clearly chosen with precision. she drapes it over a nearby chair before helping you out of your sleepwear, her hands deft as she adjusts each piece. the feeling of being dressed so meticulously reminds you of a doll being prepared for display.

oh… i thought the outfit i had on was what i was gonna wear.

once your clothes are perfectly in place, she retrieves a comb and begins working through your hair, untangling the knots with practiced ease. the bristles scrape against your scalp, grounding you further. when she reaches a particularly stubborn tangle, she pauses, tilts her head slightly, and then works through it with patience rather than force.

she does this so naturally… you aren’t sure if you should feel comforted or wary. i would have yanked the brush so hard the hair would have come out instead of detangling.

after she finishes with your hair, she moves on to the finishing touches. a delicate perfume, just a hint at the pulse points. a check of your posture, a slight adjustment of your sleeves. when she finally steps back, she surveys you like an artist appraising their work.

“you’re presentable now.”

you exhale, realizing you’ve been holding your breath. was all of that really necessary? but you say nothing. instead, you nod, signaling that you’re ready. griselda turns toward the door, and you follow her, stepping into the familiar, cavernous hallway of the mansion.

as you both make your way toward the gathering, the sounds of murmuring guests reach your ears. you pause for a brief moment before entering the banquet hall, scanning the room with curiosity. the large hall is alive with chatter and laughter, hundreds of guests filling the space with their varying voices. there, amidst the crowd, you spot roxana and lante.

but dion… he’s not here.

before you can even open your mouth to ask, roxana catches your eye, a knowing look on her face. she speaks before you can form the question. “he had to leave,” she says, her tone almost too casual, as if this is normal. “he was sent on a mission. it’ll probably take a week or more.”

you blink, processing her words. “i don’t care,” you mutter, trying to feign indifference, though a flutter of unease creeps up your spine.

“oh, you don’t now?” roxana tilts her head slightly, her lips curling in a small, enigmatic smile. “i just have a feeling,” she says cryptically, and with that, she turns back to engage in conversation with the others.

of course she did. you feel foolish for thinking you could hide your concern.

lante, not one to pass up a chance for a dig, sneers at you from across the room, his eyes narrowing in disdain. “what took you so long?” his voice is sharp, laced with an unspoken threat. “and where have you been?”

before you can even reply, griselda is beside you, her voice cutting through the tension. “she was with me, fixing up her manners,” she explains smoothly, her words laced with subtle authority. “since yesterday, i’ve noticed she’s been a bit sloppy. i thought it was best to help her tidy up before making an appearance here.”

it’s a lie. you know it, but lante doesn’t. he sneers again, obviously irritated by the late arrival, but he doesn’t push further. she lied so easily… huh, maybe the seeds planted for their betrayal were already there long before the burning of the agriche mansion.

before you can process the strange encounter, a familiar figure approaches you — luzark. despite the clear discomfort radiating from him, he greets you stiffly, his words even more awkward than usual.

“how was your stay at yggdrasil?” luzark asks, his voice distant, yet polite. his eyes flicker away from you, unable to maintain eye contact.

you smile faintly, sensing his unease but not wanting to make him more uncomfortable. “it was good,” you answer, your voice calm, though a small pang of uncertainty tugs at your chest.

luzark nods briefly, accepting your response with little more than a hum of acknowledgment before turning to leave. just as he's about to slip away, you speak again, the words escaping before you can fully consider them.

“it was nice to meet you.”

he stops walking for a moment, his back to you, and for a brief second, it feels as if he’s frozen in place. then, he continues on his way without turning back, but you know he heard you. the knowledge sits with you.

your mind shifts again to the characters around you. you think of roxana, the protagonist. it won’t be long until we’re here next year. roxana’s fifteen now. so she’ll be sixteen and i’ll be nineteen. then it hits you. no one’s ever mentioned their birthdays in the novel. lante gave roxana cassis as a gift for her birthday.

you turn to roxana, your heart pounding. “when is your birthday?”

“what?”

“when is your birthday?”

she tilts her head. “in seven months. why?”

you freeze. seven months?

i was wrong. i don’t have a year left. you have seven months. the world suddenly feels colder than before.

[daisyxdaydreams]

Hallway

Wally Clark X Reader

As the final bell rang, a cacophony of footsteps echoed through the hallways of Split River High School. Students rushed past, their laughter and chatter blending into a chaotic symphony of youth. Among them was (Y/N) (L/N), the captain of the cheerleading squad, her mind racing with thoughts of the upcoming homecoming game. She clutched a stack of textbooks against her chest, her heart pounding with excitement and anxiety.

In her haste, she didn't notice the corner of a locker jutting out until it was too late. The books slipped from her grasp, tumbling to the floor with a thud. "Damn it!" she exclaimed, bending down to gather the scattered pages. As she reached for the first book, she caught a glimpse of a muscular arm already arranging her textbooks into a neat pile.

Surprised, she looked up to find a strikingly handsome boy with dark brown hair and light brown eyes. He wore a faded varsity jacket, the number 57 emblazoned on the back. A warm smile spread across his face, and for a moment, (Y/N) felt a strange sense of familiarity, as if she had known him her whole life.

"Hi, thanks—" she began, but he interrupted her, his expression shifting from friendly to bewildered. "You can see me?"

Confusion washed over her. "Of course, I can see you. Who are you?"

He straightened up, brushing off his jacket as if shaking off an invisible dust. "I'm Wally Clark. I used to play here, you know, back in the day." There was a hint of pride in his voice, but it was laced with a sadness that (Y/N) couldn't quite place.

"Back in the day? Like, how long ago?" she asked, her curiosity piqued.

Wally's smile faded slightly, and he looked around the bustling hallway, as if searching for something lost in time. "I died in 1983. Homecoming game. It was... a tragic accident." His voice lowered, and (Y/N) felt a chill run down her spine.

"What? You're... a ghost?" she whispered, half in disbelief, half in fascination.

"Seems that way," he replied with a shrug, his tone casual despite the weight of his words. "I'm stuck here, along with a few others. We watch the games, cheer for the team, and sometimes... we help out."

"Help out?" (Y/N) echoed, still processing the surreal situation.

"Yeah. Like what I just did. I can't really interact with the living world, but I can lend a hand when I can." He gestured to the books in her arms. "I just wanted to make sure you didn't trip over your own stuff."

Suddenly, a wave of empathy washed over her. "That's really nice of you, Wally. But... why are you still here? Don't you want to move on?"

He paused, his gaze drifting to the window where the autumn leaves danced in the crisp air. "I guess part of me is still tied to this place. I loved playing for Split River. It was everything to me. And I loved the energy of the homecoming games. It's hard to let go."

(Y/N) nodded, feeling a strange connection to him. "I get that. Homecoming is a big deal for us too. The spirit, the excitement, the memories we make... it's what makes high school special."

Wally's eyes brightened a little. "You're right. It's all about those moments. Even if I can't experience them like I used to, I still feel the energy of the crowd, the thrill of the game. It's like I'm living through you all."

Just then, the bell rang again, signaling the start of the next class. (Y/N) glanced at her watch, realizing she was going to be late. "I have to go," she said reluctantly, feeling the weight of the moment. "But... I'd like to talk to you again. I mean, if that's okay?"

Wally smiled, a hint of hope flickering in his eyes. "I'd like that. I'll be around. Just look for me when you need a little help or a reminder of what it means to be part of something bigger."

As she stood up, clutching her books tightly, (Y/N) felt a strange warmth in her chest. She turned to leave, glancing back one last time. Wally waved, his smile genuine, and for a fleeting moment, she felt a connection that transcended the boundaries of life and death. She hurried down the hallway, her heart racing, not just from the thrill of the upcoming game, but from the unexpected friendship that had just begun to blossom.

[optimusprimeg1]

DBD thought on a cool (imo) concept/wishlist

I don’t care if I am hated on for this or anything, but I would be interested in seeing a TF x DBD be a thing, TFOne maybe. Sentinel as killer? Hell yeah! D-16, Orion Pax, B-127 and Elita-1 as survivors? Hell yeah! Maybe add Airachnid as a legendary skin for Sentinel?

Sentinel Prime

- The false Prime, he has been forced to arrive at the fog realm as he had been searching for the cogless bots on the surface. Or he has unknowingly made a deal with the Quintessions and he was sent there? Or something else. Either way he is sent there!

- He actively is on the hunt for survivors because he is either forced to kill or willingly.

<- Perks ->

Deception ~ He fooled you, he fooled everyone. You have to seek the truth…but you find that he is a false idol.

You are granted Bloodlust for 20 seconds.

“Sentinel…is NO Prime.”

Active Pursuit ~ You are not letting anyone find out about your business. You are willing to pursue and engage your enemies no matter the cost! You can see survivor’s auras within a 15 meter range for 6 seconds at a time.

“There were others in the cave with you, who are they?”

No Mercy ~ Your ego lead you to believe you are superior. No one should stand in your way!

You are granted Haste effect after being stunned for 5 seconds.

“Feeling confident, are we?”

<- Survivors ->

Orion Pax ~ You waste no time in helping others escape. You are a leader and have a great responsibility.

Skins -> Cogged, Optimus Prime

D-16 ~ You want to do things your own way, are you willing to sacrifice yourself? Or are you willing to leave others behind for your own benefit?

Skins -> Cogged, Megatron

B-127 ~ You are the uplifting one in the group. You do not have a filter on when to stop talking about your favorite subject!

Skins -> Cogged, Battle Mode

Elita-1 ~ You do not let others push you around, but you are a team motivator!

Skins -> Cogged

<~~~ — ~~~>

Put your pitchforks down, it is only a dream concept! Though take this with no thought, the perks and such were just a quick thought so i can get this out there.

[eito-rewind]

[[NESTED DREAMS | ROUTE ???+1 | DAY 16]]

The scenery began to flicker around him. Something thrummed in the back of Eito's head, sending shocks through his veins.

Aot□□□□! □□□□□ki! □ome □n, you b□□□□□d, snap □□□ □□ it!

A... voice? He strained his ears, but all he could really hear was the wind, and was that... music?

His head pounded, shocks and fire coursing through his blood. It rang from the back of his mind, fighting to cut through his senses.

Yo□ □□□□! □□ wake! Up! □□□ Ac□□□my's u□□er att□□□! Did□□□ □□□ □□nt □□ change th□□□□?! Ao□□□ki!!

His head was still heavy and fuzzy, he strained to make out what the voice in his mind was saying. It was hard to focus; the discordant music, the voice, mind, body, senses; everything was at war.

Something was wrong. This was all wrong. Where was he? He was supposed to be in his room at Last Defense Academy. He'd just met with Takumi-kun, and...

No...? That still...

Wasn't... Wasn't that all over with...?

...

He couldn't move.

Everything was cold. Even the breaths he took felt frozen in his lungs, transfiguring to blood and searing his heart. Muscles. Nerves. Brain. His eyes struggled to open, as if held by lead weights, and despite the struggle he was ill-rewarded. Were those buildings? Was this... a city? Vague shapes were all he could make out through the thick, resinous sheet of swirling violet and shadows in front of him.

He had to get out. He had to get out. Get out get out get out get out getoutgetoutgetoutgetoutGETOUTGETOUT-

In an instant, it was as if someone had pulled a plug. His vision faded out entirely as his thoughts were stilled, mind and body going colder and more heavy. Tortuously slow, flowing like ichor from his eyes, into his throat, creeping down his spine and leaking through every fiber, nerve, and vessel of his being.

"□□□□-□□□□... □□□□□□-□□□□... □... □ □□□'□ □□□□ □□□... □□□'□ □□□□□ □□ □□□ □□□-□□□ □□□ □□□□□...!"

Faintly, through the glacial prison... a voice...?

He... couldn't tell.

...

EITO!!! Wake. UP.

... Takumi?

Eito gasps sharply, as if having just been punched in the gut. It felt like he'd been punched in the gut.

The invader siren blared throughout the grounds, while cacophonous music fought it for dominance over the soundscape.

His vision began to fizzle out-

Hey, hey! Stay with me, Takumi's voice again, coming from somewhere in the back of his skull, Eito, your headphones!

He shakes his head vigorously, before reaching up and rubbing his eyelids, exorcising the visions that threatened to take him again. Covering his ears with his hands to muffle the sound, Eito rushed over to his desk and yanked the drawer open like his life depended on it, retrieving a pair of noise-canceling headphones and slamming them on over his head. He took deep, frantic breaths that gradually slowed, drinking in the relief that they brought from the overstimulating sounds that had been overwhelming his senses.

He had no time to waste.

After scrawling a note explaining the situation out on the nearby notepad and grabbing the few sets of unused earplugs he had on hand, he slams the door of his room open and dashes out, outright skipping over the steps in his frantic haste. He didn't fight this Commander last time, but thanks to his Takumi's memories, he knew what had to be done.

Takumi...

Yep. That's my name.

I had a feeling I hadn't heard the last of that horribly grating voice of yours, he... thought. Back. It was a bit odd, but... Well. Better optics than the alternative. I'm not sure if I want to vomit out of revulsion at the idea of you skulking around my mind like some kind of foul little cockroach, or feel relieved that my most beloathed adversary wasn't so easily erased.

He methodically checked each and every room as quickly as possible, searching for his SDU comrades.

Man, you always have the weirdest way of phrasing things, Eito swore he could sense a sigh in there somewhere, But, that's just how you are. It's... It's good to talk to you again, too, Aotsuki.

He despised how his chest burned, and detested how disappointed he was with the appellation. But as he searched for and awakened his similarly ensnared and enraptured teammates, he somehow felt lighter than he had in the entirety of the last two weeks.

He'd have time to address the growing pit in his stomach after the battle.

---

Turamtammi lay slain, reduced to a husk by Gaku-kun's hand, this time.

Eito surveyed the battlefield, in the wake of their victory, his empowered class armor's silhouette befitting one that would take the title of a fallen angel; his cloak, once pristine, split down the center with tattered edges, endlessly smouldering in ashen hue like wings long singed since the fall from heaven. Not unlike that once worn by the one he inherited this power from. His headpiece, once simply denoting him as a numbered cog in the machine of war, now provided his halo of thorns; his visage framed in wicked crescent. Scythe, once crimson as the blood that encompassed its creation, now an azure brilliant enough to put jewels to shame. Strange, how the words spat by that phantom mirror in his dreams rang so true yet fell so far from their mark.

Takumi-kun - the one from this timeline, made his rounds, checking on every fighter that took to the field. Everyone but himself. Since that morning, things have been strained and silent. And now, even in the wake of their triumph, little words were exchanged between them save for polite platitudes and inquiries. He didn't blame him for being suspicious. After all, he is what he is.

Everyone began filtering back into the Academy, bodies worn from battle. The two of them locked eyes for but a moment, Takumi-kun's suspicion and distrust boring holes into him, before the former was approached by Amemiya and Yugamu-kun for one thing or another, and promptly whisked away.

Eito was about to head back to the War Room himself, when he was interrupted within his thoughts.

Hey, hold up, Takumi made his presence known. It was still a strange sensation to hear him in his mind, Don't head back yet. Something's weird. You feel it too, right?

"Excuse me? Since when did you have command over my being? I don't recall agreeing to being ordered around inside my own head," Eito responded, somewhat thankful for the relative solitude given how ridiculous he would appear currently, "But... Yes. Correct me if I'm mistaken, Takumi, but did this Commander not appear closer to the end of our last one-hundred days? It's barely been over two weeks."

Mmhm. Not only that. After the very first timeline, she's not exactly a solo act, he notes, She usually has Nyewgank with her. The one with the time abilities.

"Hmm..." Eito brought a hand to his chin in thought, resting the hilt of his scythe on his shoulder as he pondered the situation.

Something caught the light out of the corner of his eye.

Almost invisible except for when viewed at the right angle, was something that defied logic and physics. Suspended in the air approximately where Turamtammi and her forces infiltrated through the Wall of Flame, was some sort of crack. Its edges caught the light like broken glass, otherwise blending in with the dancing lights around it.

Eito could almost feel Takumi's unseemly gaze upon him.

"That's..." he started, tilting his head in thought.

Really, really, weird, Takumi finished. Not quite what he would have said, but it will do. Efficient and beautifully self-sacrificing as Takumi was, a wordsmith, he was not.

Eito cautiously approached, and immediately felt some sense of familiarity.

"The area around this anomaly," he notes, "The sensation is similar to... to those times when we inadvertently crossed over into those 'other' Academies. With the 'other' yous."

Ah? You'll have to tell me about that, replied Takumi. Perhaps he wasn't always aware of what Eito was doing.

Which was fine by him. The idea of a total lack of privacy was deeply unsettling.

"Well, I think I can deduce what you're thinking," he says, readying his scythe with a flourish, "Shall we dance, my odious, moldering companion?"

Takumi took the whimsical jab in stride, Well, after you, you rude little freak.

Eito readied his scythe, wreathed in azure flame and electricity both, and swung it down into the fracture...

[fic--writer]

Lollipop

Rolan is too addicted on his magic lollipops. Tav decides to take a risk and exploit this.

Warnings: NSFW! Addicted, Dominance and Submission, Smut.

Additional: a must read if you like tormenting the Archmage as much as I do. Generally the D/S genre isn't my thing, but I had a f*cking dream about this idea. I woke up laughing and couldn't help but write this. Enjoy.

Part 1/3 Part 2/3 Part 3/3 soon

Rolan took the opaque jar. When he didn't hear the familiar rustle of sweets inside, he didn't immediately believe what was happening. He shook the jar properly, then harder, but only a deafening silence echoed back, increasing his alarm.

In his haste he tore off the lid with his claws and tossed it aside. Yes, he was right - the jar was empty. Although he definitely remembered that there was still one more lollipop left there. His favourite, the magic lolly. The one he always enjoyed when work got hard.

Everyone in the tower knew very well that taking the Archmage's sweets, especially without permission, was not only dangerous to one's health, but also to one's life. Everyone in the tower remembered what had happened to the unfortunate elf who had made that mistake.

Everyone knew about it. And yet someone had the nerve to steal his lolly. The last one! Well, who would dare to do such audacity?! Only one creature in the whole damn tower could have the audacity to do such a thing. Only one:

“Taaaaaav!!!”

Rolan screamed at the top of his lungs. His howl shook every wall in the building. He knew that there was no need for an investigation or a detective here. He knew that for sure. Only she was the one who kept looking at his satisfied face when he hid a lolly bar behind his cheek. Besides, Tav was a real rogue - mischievous and unceremonious. She had no sense of propriety or manners. Why would a thief need them? And why had he invited her to work with him...

The Archmage's blood boiled and he sprinted. He ran like a young trotter, sweeping everything in his path with his tail. He looked into every room in search of Tav, and woe betide anyone who got in his way. Rolan pushed, shoved and knocked down every unfortunate creature.

He found her in a small pantry. Tav was standing with his back to him, rearrange, or rather pretending to rearrange, at a supply of parchment on one of the shelves.

"Tav! Look at me" - the Archmage shouted, unable to contain his anger.

She turned slowly, and Rolan's world shrank to a single point. His suspicions were justified. Tav looked him straight in the eye and he heard a crackling sound from her mouth. It was the sound of the lollipop rolling from side to side as it hit her teeth. The lollipop was missing the wand that had penetrated it, Tav had probably just disposed of it ruthlessly.

But what happened next didn't just send Rolan into a violent insanity; this caused a storm of rage in him, comparable, perhaps, to the most destructive power of a volcano.

Tav stuck out her tongue, a red lolly glittering at the tip:

"Have you lost this?" - she said with the intonation of a daring little devil.

"Lost it? You stole it from me! You sneaky bitch, I gave you shelter, I gave you a job..." - Rolan spat out each word as he approached her and rolled up his sleeves.

"Wow, and I saved your red arse from impending doom, or have you forgotten? Choose your expressions."

"You know you're being extremely unwise, don't you? Oh, you probably know that."

He moved close to Tav and grabbed her cheeks, squeezing them with his claws:

"Spit it out now. Be an obedient dog. Return the stolen and maybe you'll stay in one piece."

Why, you may ask, was the Archimage so concerned about a some lollipops? Because they were not ordinary sweets, but magical ones. And only one merchant, almost from the Far Far Away Realm, agreed to supply them to Baldur's Gate from time to time.

Rolan first discovered them in one of the Tower's warehouses, and immediately tried them. The magic of these lollipops was that they could adapt to the needs and moods of the consumer. Perhaps it was a trait of the Tieflings or something else, but Rolan was instantly addicted to them. And now he was paying the price of sixteen rare old folios for one of these little jars. But that did not bother him. The effect they had on him - the ultimate pleasure and explosion of endorphins - was worth every gold, he thought.

"No, that won't do" - Tav muttered, her lips pressed together, "let's play a game and then we'll see."

"Excuse me? How about I hit you with a thunderwave, right here, and just take what's mine?" - Rolan shook her harder and harder, - "Hey! Don't you dare swallow that!"

"Oh no, the The Archmage will not do that. You'd kill or maim me for some stupid candy? Me, the saviour of Baldur's Gate and legend of the Sword Coast? Ha-ha! No, you would never do that, Rolan. Would you? You care so much about your... reputation." - She laughed gruntingly and slapped his hands, struggling.

"I don't care about reputation when it comes to..."

"It comes to what? To your little secret? To your addiction? You know nothing escapes my hawkish gaze."

"Zurgan! When it comes to property rights and basic rules of decency. Civility! Have you heard of it?" - The Archmage's nostrils flared as he jabbed at her with the index finger of his right hand, the other still shake her.

"So remind me, what was it about the rule that made you master of this Ramazite tower?"

Rolan released her abruptly and tapped his horns with claws, a thud sounded. It was the same sound of fingers tapping on a table as they pondered. Sometimes she was unbearable.

He was certain that she had Trickster blood in her veins. One of her distant ancestors had undoubtedly been something more than a mediocre rogue. How else to explain her complete disregard for any rules of conduct in the pursuit of mischief? She manipulated him, she blackmailed him, she used every means of influence at her disposal. Not for nothing had she reminded him that she had saved him and that he had the Tower because of her. Of course, he still had respect for Tav, despite her obnoxious behaviour and endless pressure.

No wonder she had become so close to Astarion in her time. With that amoral vampire with no vector of direction...

"What do you want from me, Tav? What is it this time?" - Rolan pulled himself together as best he could and tried to concentrate, suppressing the urges of his nature. As much as he wanted to outwit she, he knew he would lose this battle. And then he would have nothing to gain.

"Good decision, you see, sometimes you are capable of constructive dialogue after all. Like I said, I want to play a game with you," - Tav straightened and shook himself off.

"Pfft, childish. What shall i do, solve riddles?"

"No, that would be too easy for a prodigy like you. I will ask you to perform actions of a ... various nature. And you'll be an obedient boy. If I see you trying, I'll reward you. And if not, you know, it's not infinite..." - Tav began to suck the lollipop more intensely, clearly demonstrating what would happen.

"Of various nature?" - the Archmage's face crumpled as he imagined the shameful scenes, and the lines on the bridge of his nose became clearly visible. - "Tav, are you sure the worm hasn't damaged your brain? Because..."

"Hey. Hush you, we're playing this game by my rules. Risk insulting me again and you'll end up with a nothing. And if you want the prize, you pay."

"Okay! Come on, speak up faster!" - It was becoming unbearable for him to be around the 'treat' that was so close, but not his. It was like an itch, painfully tickling his insides.

"Good boy! But why aren't you talking to me on your knees? Correct yourself and apologize for all the nasty things you said to me." - the smirk never left Tav's face as she gave the first command.

What an impertinent creature, Rolan thought, but reluctantly knelt before her:

"I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry? Wow, look at that, the proud mage apologising for the first time. It's not bad. But I respect the spectacularity. Is that any way to apologise to a lady?" - She held out her hand and brought it to his lips.

"Forgive me, Tav, for all I have said to you today." - The Archmage took her hand and kissed it.

"You apologise, but only for today? What happened to the prodigy's memory? And speak to me with respect! I'm your Mistress, not Tav!" - she was definitely getting turned on by this game, she was getting into character and had no intention of stopping.

Rolan glared at her angrily, but obeyed:

"Will my Mistress be so kind as to forgive me for all the unjust words I have spoken to her?" - he kissed her palm once more and gently tapped it against his forehead.

"That's better. Now it's time to show you what happens to obedient toys," - Tav licked her finger sensuously and leisurely and brought it up to the Archmage's face.

Rolan smelled the saliva soaked in the flavour of the magic lolly and was immediately disturbed. He shoved all his ego up his red arse and grabbed her finger in a frenzy, shoving it all the way into his mouth and sucking and swallowing it deliciously, trying not to hurt it with his tiefling fangs.

"Um, I didn't know how much you needed that. Hey, hey, take it easy! If you bite my finger off, the deal's off. Don't be so greedy, remember!"

Rolan licked and smacked for another half minute, forgetting any squeamishness as she tore her finger from him.

"Aren't you forgetting something, kitten? Courtesy? Civility?" - Tav clarified ironically.

"Thank you, my generous Mistress" - he murmured.

Rolan appreciated the treat he was being offered, he saw that cooperation paid off and he was not so intransigent anymore. Of course, Tav took this into account immediately. She realised that she could now manipulate him like her obedient puppet.

^Pardon my punctuation skills. I still suck at it.

[daemadness]

Hi! Now I don’t really know what has gotten into me but I’ve kind of jumpstarted a Die Ärzte hyperfixation about a year ago and have been eating up all DÄ related material I could find.

Now that means that I have also dived *deep* into the fandom. And by deep I mean: no content was too unhinged, no hurdle too absurd, no taboo too taboo (*coughs in ancient livejournal FuB fanfic groups and the cursed explicit fanart on animexx*).

There is just one major problem: being “only” 20 years old, even though I am a native German speaker, most of the interesting “secret” fandom lore is or has become unavailable to me.

I have had small joys like finding out I could still read the old Prawda magazines online for example, but with the DÄ board tragically having been shut down last year and a lot of links on livejournal with “new photos” or interviews leading to long since defunct websites, it’s a little hard to keep an overview.

So far that has not caused too much of a hinderance though. I can still sleep pretty soundly at night even with the for example tons of potential photos I might have missed out on seeing (despite the fact that it is tragic to me don’t get me wrong).

Now there is one (1) exception though that has been driving me I N S A N E for about a month now, because no matter where I searched I could find zero information on it and I’ve never had this happen to me before.

I skimmed most of the Meerschweinchen and Das Buch Ä (I have ADHD too, so reading long texts is kinda hard for me) but as far as I saw it, neither of them mentioned anything about that either.

Now this is where you come into play! *affectionatly points at you* Most DÄ fan accounts I know have been around for maybe 1 to 5 years max, but YOU are what I would call one of the few remaining monoliths of the ever so strong fandom “elders” (I mean this with the deepest affection from the bottom of my heart, I hope you don’t misunderstand me)

Anyways, I’m sorry, I keep babbling on and on, let me not waste your time any further:

On Livejournal there was one user who in 2008 made a funny little adorable fan comic on Bela’s well interesting behavior on stage with Los Helmstedt and Wayne in particular and how she found it unacceptable as “Farin is obviously his true love”. It was obviously just a very silly, adorable fan comic that I feel like many fangirls could and can relate too, BUT, the thing that caught me off guard was ONE LINE in one specific panel in particular, where the author’s self-insert curses Farin out. And that was (see attached image 1):

“UND DU! Ich werde dir nie verzeihen das du 95 gekniffen hast, als Bela dich küssen wollte!”

So I legitimately sat there in silence with my mouth agape wondering if I had just read that correctly. Don’t get me wrong, I of course know that FuB have kissed on stage multiple times before, but the way she phrased that instance in particular somehow made me get 100% more intrigued and excited because WHAT DO YOU MEAN?! And afterwards the author bickered with some other fangirls in the comments of her comic and THEY ALL SEEMED TO KNOW WHAT INSTANCE SHE WAS REFERRING TO, BUT NO ONE GAVE ANY ADDITIONAL CONTEXT (see attached image 2)

Now Mädness, you don’t know me, but I live in Germany, it is 1:13 am as I am writing this, tomorrow I have a free day from Uni, I have a stubborn tendency to want to know everything about my hyperfixations and I am angrily staring at the ceiling because no amount of google research can solve this mystery for me; so to quote the first Star Wars movie “You are my only hope!”. Please within your magnificent knowledge of this band and its fandom culture, can you explain to me what that thing was all about/what the story behind it is?

In any case, thank you for taking the time to read this rant whenever it may find you. Remember, Rod loves you <3

Heyyyy, thanks for the ask and kind words! I'm always happy to help, and you have DEFINITELY come to the right place! :D Even tho I don't feel particularly like a fandom elder - true that I have been here since 2009, but I literally have been here "only" since 2009 because I'm not from any of the German-speaking countries, so I didn't hear about them until that late. But I am definitely aiming to be like, the fandom archivist (or one of them), would love to found a website where I could just post printed interviews (I managed to save majority of them to my files before dä Archiv went down for good a couple of years ago), photos and link and keep a list of video interviews. I have already quite many reuploaded videos on my youtube channel because I started hoarding the videos, which was A REALLY GOOD DECISION because now I already have so many videos that otherwise would have become lost media.

Okay now to what your ask is actually all about: I am 100% certain that they are referring to the Absolut Live from 1995, where during Zu spät, Bela walked to Farin and tried to kiss him, and for a moment it looked like Farin was going to let him do so too, but then suddenly realized what was going on, started laughing and then this happened:

I keep going back to video regularly, trying to analyze it and see if I have missed something the last time, but haven't gathered anything new recently. To me it looks like Bela's mic touched Farin's face and it suddenly hit him that Bela wasn't aiming for a normal kiss-on-the-cheek but something else. Especially back then he used to shy out quite easily even around Bela if something like that happened, and he in general always does this self-defence laugh which happens in this video as well :D

Also oh well, LiveJournal days were something else. That's where I started, I don't think the english-speaking dä slash community is accessable to anyone who didn't join it back then as it's been dead for over a decade now. I still have my access there and it's such a goldmine, so much so I wish I knew how to archive every single post there (at least those that are not other people's fanfics) without having to manually browse through and copypaste the contents of everything myself. There's posts starting from like 2005 or something so there's A LOT OF STUFF, even if most links are dead and broken by now. And thanata-phaemo was the best artist! They definitely inspired me with my own drawings a lot, they did lots and lots of FUB fanart (some of that might still be up on Deviantart) and I remember always looking at those drawings and wishing that I could draw like they do, cos I had so many interesting and fluffy FUB scenarios in my head that I did not know how to translate into visual form. Nowadays I can somewhat do that, but still not perfectly as it would require an art style I have been trying to build for years but which is still today impossible for me to do.

But yeah, I hope this answered your question! I know the feel when there is something in written form and it creates all kinds of images in one's head, and you're just dying to know what it REALLY was about. Sometimes it actually sounds better than what was reality. I remember years ago finding a post on that said dä slash community on LJ, it was someone asking if anyone remembered how "Bela and Farin made out on TV in 2003 or so?" and that and all the comments made it sound like it was something different than what's usual them. For years I have kept searching for this video and wishing that it would pop up, and I think that last year it actually did. Tho, it was way more chill which is normal and you can't really see much, but it was still quite an interesting find and immediately made me feel like my search has ended, and I have finally come across this interview people talked about and which has been haunting me for 15 years. It's a nice feeling. (And if you're curious about the clip, I included it in my latest FUB video, which is on my youtube but also linked on a post here and tagged under FUB! :D)

[moistvonlipwig]

DUCK! i am always wanting to hear an update on:

10 Ways to Kill Your Slacker Coworker Who Got Promoted Over You

also i am very curious about this one:

and hast thou slain the jabberwock?

and i assume this is nanami from utena? :D

Nanami the Cat

ok so funnily enough and hast thou slain the jabberwock? is actually also a cwsg fic! it's my james (or jemes if you prefer) pov guardiancorp fic set at lex's funeral. i finally gave it a name lol.

an excerpt:

“You certainly charmed my sister,” he says. “A year ago it was, ‘I can’t believe you’re dating a Luthor, Jimmy.’ Now it’s ‘I can’t believe you fumbled Lena, Jimmy.’” He cracks a smile and tries not to let resentment creep into his voice. He knows, now, why his sister was always so distant from him, so seemingly judgmental. It just maybe gets on his nerves the tiniest bit that Kelly has always been so quick to forgive everyone else in the universe except for him.

and as requested an excerpt from 10 Ways to Kill Your Slacker Coworker Who Got Promoted Over You:

“I got Chinese food,” you said. “Din Tai Fung for you, Ms. Grant, and Kara, you’ll never believe where I got these potstickers.” “Where?” she said, eying the dumplings in question. “Midvale,” you said. Her eyebrows leapt up. “Trader Joe’s?” she said, her voice quavering with hope. You nodded. She squealed and hugged you. “Oh my gosh, thank you! I haven’t had these in forever!” Cat Grant, meanwhile, was blinking very rapidly and looking between you two. “Trader…Joe’s?” she said slowly. “It’s a hole-in-the-wall Midvale bodega,” said Kara seriously. You nodded behind her, equally serious. Cat Grant looked more confused than you’d ever seen her look before. You didn’t know her face could make that expression. It was, not to hyperbolize, one of the best moments of your life.

and Nanami the Cat is indeed an utena fic but actually the titular nanami is a cat that anthy adopts post-show and names nanami because she names all her animals nanami. the fic is from the cat's POV as she and anthy search for utena and run into some of anthy's old classmates along the way.

an excerpt:

“Come here, Nanami!” My Human summoned me, and I leapt up into her arms before attacking the lovely white-and-yellow circles in my mouth with gusto. Human Me and the Man with the Soft Hair both lunged for me, but I swallowed my catch before they reached me and started licking my chops. “No,” said Human Me, sinking to her knees. “The eggs…” “My lunch,” said the Man with the Soft Hair mournfully. “Good girl, Nanami,” said My Human, and scratched me under the chin.

[dailycharacteroption]

Conversion Corner: Vampire Survivors Spells part 1

Glass Fandango

So recently I’ve gotten into a game called Vampire Survivors, which as the name suggests, pits a plethora of heroes against various monstrous minions where they have to survive as they search for one specific vampire that they are trying to slay. Progression in an individual mission is via experience gems that allow the player access to new weapons and passives, as well as improving the ones you already have. Meanwhile, outside of a session, the progression takes the form of unlocking new characters, new stages, new weapons into the general rotation, and new mechanics.

What this game lacks in the graphical department (sporting mostly 16-bit stylings), it makes up for in sheer robustness of the unlocks. (Still haven’t found that vampire though. They’ve found several other vampires thanks to crossover DLC, but not the vampire they’re looking for.)

With a sense of humor, heavy influence from Castlevania, and such a deep character and item pool, it only makes sense that there would be a plethora of weapons that either are or can be interpreted as spells in the game, so let’s take a look at this batch!

The Glass Fandango is a sort-range weapon favored by the seasonal spirit She-Moon Eeta. It resembles a spear or polearm with a glistening crystal head. When holding still, it slashes in multiple random directions in large triangular swipes or stabs. However, when moving, the rate of attack increases, and every strike fires in the direction of movement, causing it to deal heavy damage to whatever is in front of the wielder as they move.

Additionally, the Glass Fandango has special interactions, dealing extra damage to foes with the “frozen” condition as well as getting a massive boost to reach and area whenever the player picks up an orologion, a powerup that briefly freezes all enemies in time.

What’s more, the Glass Fandango can be evolved into the Celestial Voulge, which has the same attack pattern but can also freeze and crit enemies on it’s own, and causes orologions to also suck the frozen enemies towards the player for easy destruction.

While the full effects of the evolved version are beyond the scope of the conversion we’ll be doing today, the fact that the glass fandango has such power under the effects of a time-stopping item suggests to me that the crystal is neither glass nor ice, but frozen time itself (which is supported by She-Moon’s goal in her adventure mode “To End an Ice Age”, in which she seeks to end an eternal winter, thereby moving time forward.)

So without further ado, let’s see what I can come up with.

Lance of Time

School conjuration; Level cleric/oracle 7, magus 6, psychic 7, sorcerer/wizard 7

Casting

Casting Time 1 standard action

Components V, S

Effect

Range 0 ft.

Effect conjure a crystalline spear

Duration 1 min./level (D)

Saving Throw none; Spell Resistance no

Description

You conjure forth a crystalline weapon that appears to be made of ice or glass, but is in fact made of crystallized time. You may attack with the spear-like weapon, including making a full attack action. However, each attack must be against a different target during a full attack. The weapon uses your base attack bonus and your relevant spellcasting modifier to determine the weapons attack bonus, and the weapon deals 2d8 piercing damage or cold damage, your choice. Whenever you attack with this spell, whether it was a single or full attack, subtract 1 minute from the remaining duration.

Additionally, the weapon behave strangely when your own flow of time is changed. On any round that you are affected by a spell or other effect that affects your own personal time, or were affected by one in the last round in the case of instantaneous duration spells (such as haste, slow, time shudder, allies across time, temporal divergence, and so on), the weapon created by this spell gains reach and deals an additional d8 of damage.

Additionally, this spell allows you to deal damage to foes during the effects of a time stop spell you cast. It does not, however, allow you to act during a time stop spell or effect cast by another creature.

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This was a fun spell to work on. I’m uncertain if the rare interaction with time stop is broken or not, but it’s definitely interesting. I’m eager to convert other such spells as the week progresses!

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Mashup artists featured on this blog

Note: due to tumblr having a limit on the number of links you can have in one post, I've only linked the tags of those mashup artists who have more than one word in their name, or if it's long/complicated. You'll have to type the others into search yourself.

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[kookie-doughs]

Again And Again

Portgas D Ace X Reader

-Amatsuki Y/N decided to stay in the future without her sister upon meeting a friend’s son.

Chapter 8: Remember

As the ship arrives at Marineford, you find yourself amidst the chaos of the aftermath of the attack between Whitebeard and Aokiji that resulted in the frozen tsunami wave trapping the warship.

As the ship comes to a halt atop the frozen tsunami by Aokiji's attack, you quickly assess the situation. Knowing that time is of the essence, you decide to get off the ship to examine any potential means of escape. The battlefield is filled with chaos, and the urgency of the situation is palpable. Jinbe and Crocodile looks around as well.

As you step onto the frozen wave, you search for any way to navigate through the perilous terrain. The icy surface makes it challenging to move, but you remain focused on finding a path forward.

In the midst of the chaos, the Den Den Mushi within the warship you rode with suddenly starts to ring, catching attention everyone's attention.

"Calling all ships and troops. Our target is sit TOTTZ. Change formation and initiate Operation three. Make haste with preparation. Once preparation are complete, we'll push the schedule forward and execute Ace! Over."

As you hear the chilling message from the Den Den Mushi, a sense of dread washes over you. The urgency of the situation hits you like a tidal wave, and you feel lost, as if the whole world has crumbled around you. Shock sets in as you process the gravity of what's about to happen – Ace's life is in immediate danger, and you need to act fast.

"Y/N, come on we need to hurry." Jinbe urges, but the shock keeps you rooted to the spot for a moment.

Luffy's determined voice breaks through the haze, pulling you back to the present. "We won't let them kill Ace!" he declares, his eyes burning with resolve.

His words snap you out of your stupor, and a fierce determination wells up inside you. Time is of the essence, and you can't afford to hesitate.

"Come on, you can do this," you tell yourself, shaking off the shock and rallying your strength.

"We'll rescue Ace, no matter what it takes!" you say to your group, the fierce resolve in your eyes.

They each began to figure out a way to get to the battlefield. Listing off possible ways.

"We don't have time for that." You say solemnly. You look down onto the on going chaos at the bottom. "Hey you guys."

They turn to you as you called for their attention. You pull your sword from the sheath.

"Hold on." You warn as you cut the ice that held the ship down. With a swift and decisive strike, the ship breaks free from the frozen tsunami.

As the ship begins to plummet down, panic ensues among everyone on board. The sudden drop catches everyone off guard, and shouts of alarm fill the air. The chaotic scene perilous situation you all find yourselves in, caught the attention of everyone on the battlefield.

"We're all going to die!!!" Cry Buggy.

"Oh wait! I'm made of rubber! I'll be fine!" Luffy says.

Your eyes quickly scan the battlefield, searching for important figures. Taking note of where each and everyone was. Your heart pounds in your chest as you desperately look for Marco. The urgency of the situation propels you into action, and you raise your voice to call out for his attention, even as you continue to descend from the sky.

"Marco!" you yell, your voice carrying over the tumultuous noise of the battlefield.

Your eyes lock onto his figure amidst the field, and you wave your hand frantically, trying to catch his attention. Time seems to slow down as you freefall towards the ground, but you can't afford to waste a moment.

Marco's head turns in the direction of your voice, and his gaze finds you. Recognition flashes in his eyes, and he quickly assesses the situation.

"Y/N!" he calls back, his voice projecting with clarity. "I see you!"

Relief washes over you as you realize that he heard you. Your trust in Marco. You know that you can count on him.

As Marco quickly processes the urgency behind your call, he wastes no time. Activating the power of his fruit, Marco's body ignites with brilliant blue flames, and his large wings unfurl. With a powerful flap, he takes to the air, soaring towards your falling position.

The sight of Marco flying towards you, took a turn in favor of the Whitebeard pirates.

"Y/N'S HERE!!!!" Was the cheer that erupted from your crew.

With a gentle yet precise maneuver, Marco aligns himself beneath you, catching you. As your feet make contact with his broad back, you hold on tightly, feeling the warmth of his flames enveloping you in a protective embrace.

"SAVE US TOO!!!" Cry Buggy's crew.

"Are you alright?" Marco asks, concern evident in his eyes as he glances back at you while maintaining his steady flight.

You nod, grateful for his swift response and assistance. "Thank you, Marco. C'mon get down fast I need to make a landing spot for them."

You land safely on the ground amidst the chaos of the battlefield. Thinking quickly, you draw your sword and swing it with precision, creating a large cleared area for your allies to safely land. The ice beneath you splits apart, forming a landing zone that was water.

"Jinbe! Take care of the others!!"

The impact is jarring as they plunge into the sea, and for a moment you notice that some of them are struggling in the water due to their Devil Fruit abilities. Just as concern starts to rise, Jinbe, comes to the rescue.

With Jinbe's help, everyone makes it safely to the nearby shore. As you all regroup and catch your breath, the ongoing battle remains a fierce backdrop to your mission to save Ace.

You glance towards the direction of the platform where Ace is being held, the center of the conflict, looking helplessly at your group. His expression is a mix of surprise and despair, seeing you and your group. Your heart clenches at the sight, and you're filled with a renewed determination to reach him.

"ACE!!!" Luffy yells from beside you.

"I FINALLY FOUND YOU!!!!" you exclaimed, your voice breaking carrying so many emotions.

Ace looks between you and Luffy, the turmoil in his heart evident. He knows that you both care deeply for him, but he also knows the dangers that lie ahead. The gravity of the situation and the sacrifices made on his behalf are not lost on him.

"Y/N!! LUFFY!!!!!"

As the crowd assess the battle and your group. Your eyes lock with Ace.

"We've come to save you!" Luffy says, laced with determination.

"Is this the brother Ace is always talking about?" Marco asks from beside you.

You smile, "Yeah."

~

"Fire Fist Ace... Is now free!!!!" Was what the battlefield had echoed.

The reunion between Luffy and Ace is a moment of triumph in the midst of the chaos at Marineford.

As the battle rages on at Marineford, Luffy and Ace fight with all their might, pushing through the chaos and the powerful enemies in their way. Together, they forge a path to safety, determined to escape the clutches of the Marines and make it out of the war alive.

As the chaos and battles continued to rage around you at Marineford, you found yourself standing still, unable to move or react. The sight of Ace, running to you, was overwhelming. The gravity of the moment and the realization that you had finally gotten to him left you in a state of shock.

But now, in the present, everything had changed. Ace had been through so much, and you couldn't help but feel a surge of emotions—relief at finding him, guilt for not being there sooner, and sorrow for all the pain he had endured.

"Ace..." you finally managed to whisper, your voice filled with a mix of emotions.

You swiftly took down enemies on your way, running to Ace. The memories of your shared past, and the deep bond you once had flooded your mind. It was as if time had rewound, and you were transported back to those cherished moments.

You succeeded. You saved him.

As you finally closed the distance between you and Ace, the overwhelming emotions that had been building inside you burst forth uncontrollably. Without a second thought, you leaped into his arms, holding onto him tightly, and tears streamed down your cheeks.

"Ace... I finally got to you," you sobbed, your voice choked with relief and pent-up emotions.

Ace wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close in a comforting embrace. He could feel your heartache and the weight of everything you had been through to find him. In that moment, words were unnecessary; the bond between you said it all.

"Ace... I... I thought I was going to lose you," you managed to say between sobs, your voice choked with emotion.

Ace wipes away your tear. "I'm here now, and I'm not going anywhere," he reassured you softly.

The chaos of the battlefield seemed to fade away as you clung to Ace, seeking solace in his presence. He was holding you, you were holding him. History did not repeat. Being reunited with him filled you with a sense of hope and warmth that you hadn't felt in a long time.

But even amidst the comfort of the reunion, the reality of the situation remained. The war at Marineford was far from over, and the dangers were still very real. With a deep breath, you slowly pulled away from Ace, wiping the tears from your eyes.

"We need to get out of here," you said, your voice determined. "We'll find a way to keep you safe, Ace, I promise."

Ace nodded, a fierce determination in his eyes. "We'll get through this together, just like old times."

"Clear the way so they can get away!!!" Haruta orders.

With Ace by your side once again, a newfound strength surged through your veins. The power of your emotions, the sheer determination to protect him ignited a blaze within you. As you ran through the chaos of Marineford, your swipes and attacks became more potent and precise, clearing a path ahead for you and your companions.

With every strike of your sword, the enemies were thrown back, and obstacles were effortlessly overcome. The fear and panic that had gripped your heart earlier were now replaced by a sense of fierce resolve. You knew that as long as you had Ace by your side, you could face anything that came your way. The enemies that dared to stand in your path quickly learned the folly of challenging you.

As the battle of Marineford reached its climax, the mighty Whitebeard, with wounds from countless enemies, stood tall and resolute.

"Enough!" Whitebeard's booming voice echoes through the battlefield. "There is no need for us to keep fighting here!"

"Old man...?" Your speed reduces as you try to look at what he was up to.

"Listen carefully, Whitebeard Pirates. I'm going to give you all my final order as your captain!"

Hearing this, you stop on your tracks.

"H-Hey what the hell do you fucking mean?" Your voice trembled.

"Pops!" Ace calls beside you.

"It is time for us to part ways! Everyone, survive at any cost and return to the New World safely!"

"What the hell are you saying?! Edward!!" You call out. You prepared yourself about to jump to him only for Marco to stop you.

"Y/N!" He bites his lip down.

"Marco what are you doing?!"

Edward smirks, "I am a relic of a bygone era! There is no ship that can carry me into the new age! Escape from here, everyone!"

Edward's words hit you like a tidal wave, and your heart aches at the realization of his intentions. His smirk, although filled with determination, also carries a sense of resignation. You knew that he had fought tirelessly for his beliefs, but the world around him had changed, and he believed there was no place for him in the new age.

As he release a devastating quake, you feel a pang of helplessness. Anger surges through you, intertwined with a deep sense of sorrow. Seeing him facing his own destiny and making sacrifices for the crew reminds you of Roger.

It's as if he's come to terms with his fate, just as Roger had done all those years ago. And it angers you because you don't want to experience that same sense of loss and helplessness again. While you understand his reasons and the weight of his sacrifice, you can't bring yourself to follow his orders blindly. You can't simply abandon him to his fate, knowing the inevitable outcome that awaits him.

Instead, you make a difficult decision. Ignoring Marco, you rush towards him, determined to stay by his side until the very end. The chaos of the battlefield surrounds you, but your focus is solely on reaching Whitebeard.

"Y/N!!!" Ace calls for you.

But you press on, driven by an unyielding sense of loyalty and respect for the man who once carried you on his ship.

"Ace, I'll follow you behind! Go ahead!" you yell, hoping your voice reaches him amidst the turmoil.

He glances back at you, uncertainty in his eyes, but he nods in understanding. He knows you well enough to trust that you'll keep your promise. He glances back at you, uncertainty in his eyes, but he nods in understanding. He knows you well enough to trust that you'll keep your promise.

Whitebeard's anger at your defiance is evident in his stern gaze and furrowed brow. He had given you a clear order to escape and leave him behind, but you chose to stay by his side, putting yourself in danger. As your captain, he feels responsible for your well-being, and your actions have undoubtedly angered him.

"I told you to go!" he booms, his voice carrying a mix of frustration and concern. "Why won't you listen to me?"

You meet his gaze with determination, trying to convey your own reasons for staying. "I am not going to lose anyone today, Edward," you reply firmly. "Especially not my captain."

For a moment, his anger seems to waver, replaced by a hint of sadness. He remembers your reason of fighting. As the chaos of battle surrounds you, he looks at you with a mix of pride and regret.

"You're a stubborn one," he grumbles, his anger softening slightly. Looking behind him seeing Ace run, "Do you think he was happy with me as his father...?"

You follow his eyes, "Of course he was."

Whitebeard sighs heavily, a hint of frustration lingers. "Get ready, don't think I won't be keeping an eye on you. If things get too dangerous, you better get out of there."

Amidst the chaos and destruction of your own battle, you catch glimpses of Ace and the others, running. You feel a surge of calmness knowing that they are closer to safety.

But whilst you were distracted Akainu slips past you and Whitebeard, you immediately sense the danger he poses to Ace. Despite being busy keeping the other marines and admirals at bay, you can't let him reach them.

Akainu's tactics are cunning; instead of attacking directly, he tries to rile Ace up by insulting both you and Whitebeard. His words are meant to provoke a reaction, to distract Ace and make him lose focus in the midst of the battle.

"Ace, don't let him get to you!" you hear Marco call out.

A sudden explosion echoed behind you, snapping your attention to its source. As you turned, your heart sank at the sight that greeted you – Ace was lying on the ground. With Akainu towering over him.

"ACE?!!" You call out. You see him struggle to get on his knees.

In a desperate attempt to protect his brother, Luffy tried to move forward but collapsed to his knees, drained of all his energy. Akainu, seeing an opportunity, set his sights on Luffy, ready to strike. But before he could deliver the fatal blow, Ace acted swiftly, using his own body as a shield to block the attack. The impact of Akainu's attack sent shockwaves through the battlefield, and Ace's sacrifice left everyone stunned and horrified. The air was thick with tension as the gravity of the situation sank in, and you could only watch in heart-wrenching silence as the events unfolded before you. The world around you seemed to stand still as you froze in shock and disbelief.

As you stared at Ace, your heart felt heavy, and a chilling silence enveloped your surroundings. The chaotic battle around you seemed to fade into the background, leaving you in a state of numbness. The world seemed to move in slow motion, and all you could hear was the faint thumping of your own heart, as if it were the only sound in existence.

As the reality of the situation sank in, tears welled up in your eyes, and a deep ache settled in your chest.

As you watched Ace fall to his knees and rest on Luffy, barely clinging to life, a surge of desperation coursed through you. The world seemed to blur as you ran towards them, your legs moving as if driven by an unseen force. Each step felt heavy, as if you were carrying the weight of the entire world on your shoulders. Your heart pounded in your chest, the sound echoing in your ears, drowning out the chaos around you. Time seemed to slow down, every second feeling like an eternity. The distance between you and Ace felt like an insurmountable chasm, and you pushed yourself harder, willing yourself to reach him faster.

As you finally reached Ace's side, you fell to your knees, your hands trembling as you tried to steady yourself. Looking at Ace you felt a sense of helplessness wash over you. There was so much you wanted to say, so much you wanted to do to save him, but it was as if your words were lost in the sea of emotions crashing within you.

"H-Hey, are you all right? Hey..." You hear Luffy call. "Ace, you need to get treated right away!"

"I'm sorry..." Ace whispers.

"Stay with us, Ace," you pleaded, your voice cracking with emotion. "Please, don't leave me."

"You've both... done so much to save me... But I won't make it out of here... I'm sorry."

"Don't say that..." You begged. You crawl behind Luffy to get a view of his face.

"Don't be ridiculous! Please! Somebody treat him!! Please help Ace!! Please!!"

As one of the doctors in the Whitebeard pirates run to your aid. He takes a step back upon seeing his wounds.

"H-Hey Hublot, w-why aren't you doing anything?? I-Is this something y-you can't help with?? M-Marco, call for Marco!"

"Y/N, stop. It's no use. I won't last long... I can tell, my life is ending..."

"Ace... what are you saying?" Luffy's voice cracked. "Are you going to die...? Y-You promised me... that you'd never die... no matter what, Ace!"

"I would've given up a long time ago... if it weren't for Sabo and a high-maintenance brother like you." He paused. "If you ever see Dadan again... can you give her my regards?"

"Ace stop it... Don't say that you're gonna die. Please." You sobbed. You held his cheek.

"You know... there' is something's two thing... that makes me want to stay..."

"Then stay... C'mon... Ace..." Your lips tremble.

"Y/N, I'm sorry... can you please... complete one of them for me?"

"Complete it yourself!" Luffy begs.

"In my life... I have only one regret." As Ace looked at you, the light in his eyes slowly fading. "I wish I've loved you sooner. I wish... I wish I could stay longer to show you... how much I love you."

As a slowly and heavily leaned into your hand that stayed on your cheek. "I've realized that what I really wanted... wasn't fame. Did I deserve to be born? I wanted to know the answer to that question. I'm not able to shout loudly enough for everyone to hear me anymore... could you tell them... the words I'm about to say... I've always been such a hopeless person... Thank you... for loving me."

Tears welled up in your eyes as you whispered, "Ace... I love you, so much."

His lips curved into a gentle smile, and as the light in his eyes faded completely, his final expression remained one of peace and contentment.

As Ace's lifeless body collapsed into Luffy's arms, you both stared in disbelief, desperately calling for him to wake up. But the reality of his passing started to sink in, and a gut-wrenching sob escaped from Luffy's lips, echoing across the battlefield.

Tears streamed down your face.

The chaos of the war seemed to fade away, leaving only a profound sense of loss and grief. Luffy's cries echoed in your ears, and you wrapped your arms around him, holding him close as you both mourned. As Luffy's devastation and exhaustion set on him, he passes out.

You stare aimlessly at the brothers that was around you. Your mind was blank as you slowly get up.

Everyone that fought for Ace were grieving. Marco himself was grieving, but seeing you. He knew something was wrong.

"Y/N!" He calls you out, but all fell to deaf ears.

As the grief inside you turned into anger, a seething rage began to consume your being. The weight of loss was replaced by a burning desire for vengeance. The bloodlust within you surged, and the sight of the battlefield before you only fueled your fury.

The faces of those responsible flashed before your eyes, and your grip on your weapon tightened. The anger that overwhelmed you was primal, raw, and all-consuming.

In that moment, you felt an overwhelming urge to make them pay, to make them suffer for what they had done. The enemy became faceless, nameless, mere symbols of the injustice that had taken Ace away from you.

Fueled by a mix of grief and determination, you launch a powerful attack. Each strike carries the weight of your emotions, channeling your anger into every blow. Exuding haki that the entire battlefield could feel.

Your enemies are taken aback by the intensity of your assault, and some even falter in the face of your unyielding resolve. The bloodlust within you fuels your strength, but you also find yourself drawing upon the memories of the moments you shared with Ace, his laughter, his smiles, and the bond you had lost.

"AKAINU!!!" Your gut wrenching scream heard by everyone. Everyone moved away form your path to him.

"Y/N!" Edward calls for you.

With a primal scream, you unleashed a devastating attack on Akainu, pouring all your grief and rage into the strike. The clash between your power and his was intense, sending shockwaves through the air and cracking the ground beneath your feet. Akainu tried to counter, but your determination was unyielding, and he struggled to keep up with your relentless assault.

In your blinded fury, you swung your sword with reckless abandon, not caring about the injuries you sustained or the pain you felt from his attacks. All that mattered was bringing down the man who had taken Ace away from you. The loss of your love had left you numb, and you no longer feared the consequences of your actions.

As your sword cut through Akainu's defenses, blood oozed from his wounds, but he refused to back down. The battle was fierce and brutal, with both of you refusing to give an inch. The air was thick with tension and the smell of blood, and the battlefield around you seemed to fade away as you became locked in a deadly dance with your enemy.

Despite the pain and exhaustion, you pressed on. Every strike was infused with the weight of your grief, and each blow carried the force of your determination to avenge him. The emotions that had overwhelmed you were now channeled into your attacks, making you a force to be reckoned with.

"Y/N stop!!" The area you stood quake as you see Edward use his fruit. Your loss of footing caused you to the ground.

The stop of your fury of attacks brought your bloodlust to a halt, the overwhelming emotions you had been suppressing burst forth. You released a gut-wrenching sob, the pain and grief of losing Ace finally breaking through the wall you had built around your heart.

In that moment, Edward embraced you, holding you close as you cried. He could feel the weight of your sorrow and understood the depth of your pain. As your captain and someone who had lost so much in his life, he knew what it meant to suffer such a devastating loss.

"You don't have to bear this burden alone," Edward said softly, his voice filled with compassion. "Y/N calm down."

His words offered some comfort, but the ache in your heart was still raw and agonizing. The memories of Ace flooded your mind, the laughter, the adventures, and the love you had shared together. The realization that he was truly gone was like a stab in the heart, leaving an emptiness that seemed impossible to fill.

As you clung to Edward, he let you cry, understanding that sometimes the only way to heal was to let the pain flow freely. He knew that there were no words that could erase your grief, but he hoped that his presence and the support of everyone could offer some solace.

With tears still staining your cheeks, you pulled away from Edward's embrace, your gaze fixated on Akainu with a newfound determination. The pain of losing Ace had fueled your anger, but now it fueled your resolve to make things right. In that moment, you knew what you had to do.

"I won't let this happen again," you declared.

Edward understanding what you had meant, concern etched on his face as he reached out to grab your arm gently. "Y/N there-"

Your lifeless eyes met his. And at that moment Edward knew he couldn't change your mind. He releases his hold.

And that marked your first try.

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She watched him kneeling next to the garden bed, admiring the way his fingers delved and dug in the dirt, sensitive to the plant roots. He had that soft expression on his face she’d come to appreciate—sorrow diluted by present pleasure, a haunting melancholy she’d always been drawn to.

Why was it so difficult to know someone else? Why did it seem like no matter how many questions she asked, she never got past the front gate of his core? How many times had his diffident smile deflected her inquiries, distracting her from her purpose?

“I can go,” she offered, wondering now, as she had so many other times, if she was intruding.

He looked over at her, a gentle turn that lifted his eyes, unintentionally coy, and put the long column of his graceful throat on display.

“I enjoy your company,” he said, and perhaps something in the troubled nature of her expression gave him pause. He sat back on his heels, concern stealing the subtle sorrow from his face. “Fallon?”

She wasn’t sure what possessed her—she leaned forward on one braced hand and kissed him, his beard prickling against her skin. His mouth was warm and soft, his teeth firm behind his lips, his tongue wet and silky when it met hers.

She found herself cupping his jaw, abandoning her position to push against him, a climbing vine he never expected in the serene order of his garden. In the distance the waves crashed against the pier and the seagulls screamed, the only ones who might spy them there fumbling in the shade of a towering tree.

“Bjorn,” she breathed, a prayer, a magic incantation to draw him out, to draw him to her. She clung to him, pulling him with her down into the grass, hands snagging and tugging at his clothes. “Bjorn, Bjorn...”

The hungry pull of his kisses surprised her, as did the way his dirt-streaked fingers trembled with haste, pushing her skirt up, tracing the length of her thigh to her hip in search of her underwear and finding nothing more than skin.

The waistband of his pants gave easily to her insistence, his stomach a firm, domed slab tightening against the brush of her knuckles. Her knees rucked his shirt up, toes pushing down his pants and boxers as he slid against her, coiling into a knot in the soft grass, dappled sunlight dazzling her eyes.

He reared over her, into her, a slow and steady slide of swollen flesh, hot and deliciously large, pushing deeper and deeper until she bowed her back, feet braced, and arched up to meet him.

“Bjorn.” She twined her arms around him, moving in time with his thrusts, his breath coming in soft, shocked gasps against her ear. His heart pounded against hers, an excited staccato gaining speed. She tightened around him, the angle and size of his body pushing her rapidly towards bliss. “Bjorn, Bjorn...”

She turned her head, delighted by the urgency of his kiss, the hungry way he devoured her mouth as they moved so desperately together. It built quickly, so suddenly that she moaned his name loud, fingers clenching in the firm muscle of his flexing back, tightening up around him as the pleasure peaked.

The low, rumbling sound it pulled from him paid homage to his namesake, a chest-deep purr of satisfaction as he strained against her, short and sharp thrusts that slowed as sensation ebbed.

It left them both breathing hard, coated in a fine sheen of sweat, the wind teasing their skin with prickles.

“Bjorn,” she murmured, cradling him with her whole body as he slumped over her, replete and, perhaps, content. She smoothed his hair, finger combing the fine blond strands away from his damp forehead, his warm face nestled in the bend of her neck. He kissed her there and she smiled, relishing the way he stayed with her, in her, connected in the only way she could entice him.

Eventually, unhappy reality intruded. He pushed up on his elbow, looking down at her with vast affection. His touch was tender when he stroked her face, stroked her hair, traced her throat down to her chest, around the curve of her breast to her waist.

She braced her foot, knee sliding up, and smiled to feel him twitch inside her.

“Will you stay for dinner?” he asked.

Fallon nodded. “I can help you cook, if you like.”

His soft smile was like food for her starving soul.

“Of course,” he said, and kissed her again before reluctantly sitting up and sliding out of her.

There was a decadent satisfaction in the aftermath, in the bits of grass in her hair, in the streaks of dirt from his fingers on her skin, in the slippery, wet slide of his come threatening to escape down her thighs. He gave her a pair of his wife’s underwear, assuring her they’d never been worn, and offered to let her shower, but Fallon declined. She wore the underwear, and part of her hoped she’d get pregnant from their tryst. She made dinner with him and his daughters and son, present in their family but not part of it. Clara’s space was large, unfilled, a silent, uncaring specter in the lives of her loved ones. Fallon felt the space she’d left behind, like a room shut up tight and locked against intrusion, unused and undisturbed and left to grow stale in its owner’s absence. She hoped he’d take her to bed there, to clear the cobwebs of Clara from one spot in this mausoleum, but he didn’t. He quietly cleared the dishes while his children did homework, played, chatted, his gaze faraway again.

His eldest, a bright girl, beautiful and hard as a diamond, picked a strand of grass from Fallon’s hair and told her, “I wouldn’t make plans.”

“I’m not,” Fallon told her. “I just want him to be happy.”

“I’m not sure he has that capacity.”

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The Waiting Game

Content: Hospitalization, hurt/comfort. Febuwhump Day 2: Holding back tears. Crossposted on AO3 @ DemonicWookie +

Damian has always despised waiting.

As a child, he was often cautioned against haste and told he was impatient when others moved too slow for his liking. The punishments for speaking out about it were light, as swiftness has its usefulness.

With the passing of time, he grew to temper his dislike of monotony. Restraint is an invaluable skill in the field, and thus he trained it with great importance. This redoubled when he took to Gotham’s streets, getting used to it with the amount of stakeouts that Father undertook.

Now, as he sits in the corner of a waiting room in the Gotham General Hospital, Damian feels his old grudge returning with a vengeance.

He does have a modicum of comfort as he is not the only one struggling to release his tension.

Jason sits near the door, a scowl painted on his features. His shoulders are slumped with the crossing of his arms, the muscles of his wrists bunching as he picks at the calluses on his hands.

Timothy is beside him, the light from his phone illuminating his face. Deep bags drag at the skin beneath his eyes and the soft tissues of his sclera are reddened with irritation from having stared at a screen for too long.

Resting her feet against his lap is Cassandra, her legs stretching the distance of the aisle. She stares at each passerby, searching for answers in the faces of healthcare workers as they wander close.

Father is on the phone as he paces a nearby hallway, his only company the two vending machines that line the wall. He is speaking to one of his lawyers, voice quiet as to avoid disrupting any nearby civilians.

And Richard…

He is nowhere to be seen.

Damian had not laid eyes on his eldest brother since that morning when he left the manor to meet with Barbara. He had been in a hurry, rushing out the door with a wink and a ‘see you later’.

He did not see footage of Richard on the television despite the number of news anchors covering the accident. Given that the site of the accident is still being considered an active crime scene, the GCPD had yet to release the names of the people who were involved.

It rankles at something in Damian, to have the truth kept from him.

The itch of violence is thrumming along his fingertips, an old habit he believed himself to have shaken. He feels nothing but anger at the man who had been driving inebriated, for he might have taken Damian’s brother away from him.

He is interrupted from his thoughts as a small beep signals the end of Father’s call, a heavy sigh falling from between his lips as he collects himself. Footsteps approach, and then he is sitting next to Cassandra.

Without looking up, Father says, “Tim?”

“The legal team is ready to hammer the media should any details of the crash be released ahead of schedule.” Timothy’s eyes flicker up for the briefest of moments. “I sent word to Dick’s boss to let her know that he won’t be available for any upcoming shifts.”

“Thank you.”

Timothy nods, and then he is back to work.

“Any idea on the name of the guy that hit him?”

Father looks up at Jason’s words, brows pinching at the dangerous pitch his second eldest’s voice. “Jason-”

“I’m just curious is all.” Jason tosses his head, avoiding eye-contact as he shakes his hair away from his face. “Figures the guy should be taught a lesson if he makes it out alive.”

Cassandra pokes his thigh with her foot. “No killing.”

His silence speaks volumes.

“Jason, are you really sure that’s what Dick would want?” Father asks, and the displeasure in Jason’s face deepens. “He’s going to be fine. Leslie said the surgery is low risk, and his prognosis was looking good.”

“You and I both know shit can still go wrong, prognosis be damned.”

Damian chews at his lip, eyes fixated on the speckled tiles of the flooring.

Father’s hand tightens around the armrest. “If things go south, we’ll figure it out.”

“Bruce.” Timothy looks up, his gaze sharp. “What d’you mean, figure it out?”

Damian remembers seeing it once, the Lazarus pit. Grandfather had only spoken of it in trusted company, and so he rarely mentioned it outside of their private chambers.

Curiosity driving his foolishness, one night Damian had snuck around his home in search of it, using every bit of his training to find the hidden passage. In hindsight, he was likely allowed entry into the sacred chamber, if only for it to serve as a lesson.

The pit smelled of foul magic and the Earth’s waste, steam curling up from its vile, green waters. It was not hard to imagine what being submerged in it would feel like, his imaginations fueled by the rumors he’d heard of Ra’s impending madness.

Thinking now of Richard being subjected to its healing energies, Damian has to work to suppress a churning in his stomach.

The silence that had followed Timothy’s question ends as Father confesses. “I don’t know what I meant, Tim.”

The others glance at one another and seem intent on continuing their line of questioning, but are interrupted when Dr. Thompkins steps into view. She is dressed in scrubs and waits until she has all their attention, her expression neutral in a way that makes her hard to read.

Father must have learned his ‘poker face’ from her.

She takes a breath before speaking. “Mr. Grayson’s surgery went as expected. With no complications, he’s been moved to a private room for recovery. He should be waking up within the hour, but we can only let in a couple of you at a time as per hospital regulation.”

Heads bob as everyone nods, their shoulders losing tension at the good news.

“I’m sure he’ll want someone there when he wakes up, so I can take the first batch in now.” Dr. Thompkins looks between the assembled group. “Bruce?”

Damain tucks himself deeper into the corner, hiding in its scant shadows as best as he can. Father’s attention passes over him, a testament to the drain that Richard’s accident has had on his mental faculties.

Timothy makes the decision for them. “I’ve still got some people to update, and Jason’s seeming a little stabby, so why don’t you take him up first. Get him calmed down with a juice box or something.”

“You’re right, I am feeling a little stabby.” Jason leans over, the murderous glint in his eyes shifting into something more jesting. “Which lung should I aim for, left or right?”

“Just go.”

The pair leave, trailing behind Dr. Thompkins, and Damian is left once again to his thoughts.

He isn’t sure why he hid.

Perhaps a part of him does not wish to see Richard strung up with tubes and wires, but he has seen the man in more dire states. Damian has personally inflicted worse upon him.

Perhaps it is because it was an injury sustained while he was in his civilian persona, no armor or backup nearby to provide protection or extraction.

Perhaps it is simply because the chair he is sitting on is comfortable (it is not).

Regardless, in the ensuing hours whenever Father returns to usher another one of Damian’s siblings to visit Richard, he hides.

Jason loitered around while Cassandra left, and he chose to spend his time pestering Timothy with questions about the accident. When it was Timothy’s turn, Damian’s other two siblings departed to go prepare dinner.

It was when Timothy returned that Father came by to collect Damian. He looks haggard and worn, but the haunted look that he’d worn in the waiting hours had lifted.

“Damian?”

“Yes, Father?”

“Do you want to go visit Dick?” A shadow falls across Damian’s face as his father’s considerable frame blocks out some of the room’s light. “He’s been asking about you. We both thought you’d be the first one through the door.”

“I…”

For all that Damian had despised the waiting, he is feeling unexpectedly afraid of going anywhere.

“Hey, what’s going on?” Father’s voice is gentle, sliding into the register that he uses for children. He does not use it for Damian often, but it never ceases to loosen his tongue.

The trouble lies in articulating what he is grappling with. He feels as if he is teetering atop a bubble, and that any shift will cause his tentative balance to fail or will have the bubble popping beneath him.

Here, he can hide and pretend like Richard is waiting for him at home, not in a hospital room.

“I do not wish to go.”

“What?” Father seems taken aback. “Why?”

Damian swallows, and his throat has to work around something thick that sits in it. “Is Richard going to keep asking after me?”

“I mean, probably, but…” Father straightens as Damian pushes himself off his chair, seeming a little lost. “Wait, hey, Damian-”

“Fine. If Richard wishes to see me, he will get to see me.”

It’s Damian’s intention to stand in his brother’s doorway until he is noticed before leaving once more, negating any chance for words to be spoken. That way, Richard will know that he has done wrong by worrying everybody, and there will be no need for explanations.

It’s Damian’s intention to leave as soon as he can, but upon reaching his brother’s doorway, he finds himself rooted to the spot.

He feels surprised that there is only a single, small bruise marring Richard’s face, a treated laceration sitting at its centre. There is a bandage stretching across his shoulder, just barely visible from beneath his hospital gown, and one of his arms is in a cast.

There aren’t many wires hooked up to him, only the standard monitoring devices. An IV is feeding fluids into his body, but given his wakefulness, he should not need it for long.

With a small shift of his head, Richard looks at Damian, and smiles.

The lump that Damian had felt in his throat balloons, and the bubble he’d been standing on pops. His eyes burn and his vision blurs, the lower line of his lashes brimming with moisture.

Desperately, he holds on to the last of his pride, and refuses to let his tears fall.

“Oh, Damian.” Richard’s uninjured arm reaches out, fingers outstretched towards his youngest brother. “Come here.”

Damian takes a step, and then another.

Before his brain can catch up to his body, he’s in Richard’s hold. He presses his face into the older man’s chest, feeling the thump of his heart against his ear as he quietly trembles.

“I’m okay. We’re okay.” Richard’s palm settles atop Damian’s head, and he brushes through his hair gently. “I just got a little banged up, is all.”

Blinking rapidly, Damian tries to dispel the last of his worry. He should feel better now that he’s heard Richard’s voice, now that he’s seen he’s okay.

Yet, he can’t stop thinking of what could have gone wrong. What he could’ve lost.

“I’ll be back in blue in no time.” Richard’s hand slips onto Damian’s back, where he rubs soothing circles. “Besides, all the blood stayed inside where it’s supposed to be.”

“That is not funny.” Lifting his head, Damian levels a weak glare at his sibling. “Blood is not meant to leak into the chest cavity, Grayson.”

“Ouch, last name alert.”

“Silence.” Damian’s irritation is quick to fade, and he is left looking up at the soft expression of his hero. “I… I am glad that you are awake.”

A kiss is placed upon Damian’s forehead, and it’s that touch that has a tear spilling onto his cheek. “Me too.”