#I was struck by a bolt of lighting to draw this

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[hannieween]

city lights series joshua makes my heart go BRRR... anyways imagine joshua taking care and spoiling their S/O a little extra on their birthday 😌👉👈

hiiiiii nonniee!! (｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

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is... is this a request? omg nonnie is it your bday? 🥺

i've never received a request, so i'm going to assume that this is a req!

here i go ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و

✮ pairings: joshua hong x female reader ✮ genre: fluff, smut (18+) ✮ aus: boyfriend joshua ✮ word count: 4.1k

✮ a/n: this is connected to the city lights series (i'm not a 100% sure if you wanted this to be linked to city lights joshua or not, nonnie, sorry) — reading the series is necessary imo before reading this

i really got carried away with this

i hope you like this nonnie! ᨐฅ♡

› smut tags under the cut

✮ warnings: foul language, joshua is in love, dom joshua, pussy drunk joshua, tooth rotting fluff, body worshipping, oral sex (f. receiving), fingering, after care. pet names: baby, bunny (hers) › this is not proofread

✮ disclaimer: minors dni this post is intended for 18+ readers only. please have your age stated in your description and try not to look like a bot please 🙂.

3:14 AM

In the middle of the night, you stirred under the covers and turned over.

It was deadly silent, except for the soft breaths that your boyfriend exhaled while he slept beside you. It had been some hours since you both called it a night after your dinner party and went to bed, obviously not before he spoiled you before sleep.

Your hair was still humid from the mandatory shower you always took after sex, the reason why you woke up, because it was making you shiver.

You slowly sat up, coiling from the brutal change from the warmth beneath the covers, mostly emanating from your sleeping boyfriend and rose from your bed.

Rummaging your drawers silently, you looked for your favorite fuzzy socks without making too much noise and climbed back to bed to put them on with a content sigh.

You slid carefully back beneath the covers and upon lying back on your pillows, a warm hand snaked on top of your tummy, drawing a small gasp in surprise along with a shiver that rushed down your spine.

"Are you cold, baby?" Joshua asked in a low murmur.

"Yeah, a bit," you replied in the same manner.

"C'mere," he whispered, using the hand on your tummy to scoot your body closer by wrapping it around your waist.

He cuddled your body perfectly, enveloping it with his warmth and as soon as your body was pressed to his, he sighed softly and nuzzled his face against your humid hair.

"Happy birthday, bunny," he muttered softly, moving his face to press his lips against the apple of your cheek.

That made you smile. Joshua had been repeating those words over the night at any chance he could get. And it was finally your birthday, when the clock had struck midnight, your boyfriend was the first one to hug you and wish you a happy birthday.

"Thank you, Josh," you replied.

"Mm," he replied sleepily, then wrapped his arms around you and hugged you tightly.

You saw the features of his face relax and his arms around you slowly did too when he resumed sleeping peacefully. You nuzzled against his lean chest and breathed the smell of his skin in.

There were small hickeys on his throat, just below his Adam's apple that bobbed slightly when he swallowed.

And then,

"Are you having trouble falling asleep, baby?" Joshua muttered, his voice was honeyed, so sweet that it almost melted into your ear.

"Yes," you whispered.

It was mind-boggling how he read you so effortlessly. He knew you were awake still without even opening his eyes. You supposed, the many times you've shared a bed together, he has picked up a lot of things from you. That and, the fact that you're a terrible sleeper.

He opened his eyes to find yours, the ghost of a smile appearing on his lips before he asked: "Can I do something to help you sleep, baby?"

The question burned in your body, like a fiery bolt of lightning across you. You nodded. "Yes. Anything, please."

Even though he made love to you right after you arrived from the dinner party, you still felt hungry for more.

The smile grew on his face with a soft sigh. "My needy bunny," he muttered, bringing a hand to cup your chin and hold you still as he pressed his lips on yours.

Slowly, tauntingly, his tongue pushed against your lower lip as he kissed you, his lips then captured yours, eliciting a small moan from you.

The sound only egged him on, with a low grunt from him, his lips captured yours, intensifying the kiss and now your boyfriend was kissing you deeply, using his body to press your back against the mattress and he climbed on top of you skilfully.

"You're so pretty, baby," he muttered after parting from your lips to look at you with the most adoring look on his face. He ran a finger on your cheek. "You looked beautiful tonight."

You stifled a sigh. Your boyfriend was the most attractive man you've ever seen. And he was wearing nothing but his black boxers, his lean chest and abdomen bare for your view.

"Thank you, Josh," you laughed a little in a mixture of nervousness and joy.

Joshua smiled contentedly. "I like it when you call me that," he confessed, dipping his head to kiss you softly.

Then he pulled his body back, making the covers slide from his body and effectively from yours, falling in bundles behind his body. His hands grabbed your pyjama shorts and panties by the waistband and pulled them down your thighs, and got them off your ankles to then set them aside on the bed.

"Can I keep my socks on?" you asked just when he moved to take your top off.

"Of course, bunny," he muttered warmly. "Whatever my baby wants."

You smiled in sheer joy and sat up for him to remove your top off, undressing you completely. You leaned back on the pillows and looked at the man towering in front of you.

His eyes roamed on your naked body, revelling at the sight of you with such love and adoration written on his face that it made your heart almost jump out of your chest.

"So pretty, baby," he echoed his own words, but this time they sounded in utter awe.

He placed his hands on each side of your body and lowered his body so he could kiss you, he trapped your lower lip between his before deepening the kiss.

"I'm so lucky," he muttered entrancingly between kisses, pressing his lips against yours repeatedly.

You stifled a moan and wrapped your arms around him. "We both are," you whispered. "Lucky."

"But I'm luckier," he muttered and you felt him smile against your lips.

You laughed into his mouth just before you could say anything because he was kissing you again.

"Shuddup," he whispered when he parted to look at you.

"Don't tell me to shut up! It's my birthday," you whined and laughed at yourself.

Joshua had been spoiling you so much lately and you realized that he'd been doing it from a week back, much as if he wanted to take a whole week to celebrate your birthday.

That being said, he took you out for dinner randomly, without telling you in advance. He also showered you with pretty gifts—a jewellery set, a Cinnamoroll squishmallow, which made your stomach twist in utter cuteness from both your boyfriend knowing you'd like this and the new addition to your squishmallow army.

The most recent of your birthday gifts he gave you was a bracelet he made with his own hands. It had your favourite colors and it was so pretty and carefully thought of that you almost didn't believe him at first when he told you he made it himself.

Well, that and the fact that your boyfriend likes to joke around with you sometimes.

And besides the gifts, the dinners, he also gave you a lot of attention. He'd been going an extra mile to make you feel good and loved to the point that he almost made you cry out of sheer joy.

But Joshua was all yours. That was the biggest birthday gift you could ever ask for.

"Mm, don't get bratty, baby," he muttered gruffly into your mouth as the kisses slowly got more heated. "It might be your birthday, but I could still cuff you to the bed."

Your stomach lurched at the sound of that. It is true that you enjoyed being cuffed to the rails of the headboard of the bed, you liked to be helpless while he pleasured you to the point you're rendered breathless and teary eyed.

"Would you like that, bunny? Should I get the cuffs?" he asked playfully, his lips pressed a wet kiss on the underside of your chin, trailing down your throat.

You swallowed thickly when your skin started to prickle, causing your nipples to harden too.

When you didn't answer, he sucked on your skin quite harshly, just on the spot where your collarbones join, making you bristle under his body and your arms tighten around his shoulders.

"No, I–," you stammered. "I'll be good, Josh."

"Hm," he hummed thoughtfully, but you knew that he was having his fun teasing you like this.

Then he ran his tongue flatly on one of your nipples, just before wrapping his mouth around it, suckling at your sensitive bud, humming again but this time in satisfaction.

"Joshua," you moaned softly when your skin prickled again, and your hand shot up and found his nape, your fingers grazed his scalp, eliciting a moan from his part. "God, Josh."

He removed his mouth from your pebbled nipple with a loud smacking noise and then turned to tease your other nipple in the same manner, while his hand came up to palm your recently licked breast, smearing his drool all over your skin.

When he finished suckling your nipple, his hands bulged up your tits, pressing them together to then bury his face in them to kiss and suck your skin.

"You have the prettiest tits, baby," he hummed against your skin entrancingly, kissing the swell of each, to then sucking lovebites right beside your areolas, where no one would see except for himself.

"Josh!" you mewled when he sucked your skin so harshly, the feeling shot right between your legs, making you writhe under his body.

"All mine," he pressed soft and wet pecks on top of each hickey, looking at the reddening spots, feeling content at his work.

You smiled teasingly, the snort you made with your nose made him look up and see your smug expression.

"What?" his pierced eyebrow quirked up. "Is it not true, baby?"

"It is true," you replied and then added. "There's no need to feel possessive of me anymore, Josh. I'm yours."

His hands stopped bulging up your tits and settled on each side of your ribcage, his elbows supporting his weight still.

Looking straight to your eyes, Joshua pulled out his tongue and glided the tip on your nipple, swirling around it only to watch you part your mouth and let out a whiny moan. Then, the corners of his lips rose into a smile, while still teasing your nipple with his tongue out.

"Fuck—Josh," you pleaded, the muscles of your inner thighs clenched on both his sides.

And he felt it.

"D'you like that, bunny?" he asked, still looking directly at you as he moved his mouth to tease your other nipple with the wet tip of his tongue.

You felt your skin prickle before you saw it get bumpy all over. "Yes," you whispered.

"Would you like to feel this on your pussy?" he asked just before he used his tongue to flicker your nipple. You paid attention to the movement of his pointed tongue and imagined that on your clit.

You gulped hard and nodded eagerly.

He pushed his eyebrows up, as if waiting for your verbal response.

"Yes, please, Joshua," you replied.

"Will you stop saying nonsense and let me eat you out, then?" he asked and smiled at you playfully.

You watched him slightly agape and flinched when he grazed at the swell of your breast with his teeth, egging you to answer.

"Wh-what nonsense?" you blurted, feeling a little lost.

"I won't stop feeling possessive of you, bunny," he rolled his eyes at his own sentence. "Not until I put a ring on your finger."

"Josh!" you squealed as your stomach lurched, thighs clenching all at the same time.

"Baby!" he replied, mocking your tone of reprimand with a laugh.

"Stop saying that!" you whined.

"Why, you don't wanna marry me anymore?" he asked before he continued his trail of wet kisses on the lower part of your sternum and down your tummy.

"O-of course I do," you stuttered nervously from both the big question and the fiery tingling sensation on your lower abdomen.

"So?" he egged you on, his lips reaching your mound.

"Josh," you squirmed, watching him pout his lips to suck lightly on your very sensitive skin.

"Mm?" he pushed his eyebrows up again, his eyes trained on yours.

"You-you saying that makes me a little crazy," you confessed with an anxious stutter.

"I know," he replied before kissing your inner thighs, making you gasp pathetically. "I like it."

"Why?" you breathed out, eyelids fluttering uncontrollably when you felt his lips grazing on your inner thigh.

He shrugged ever so slightly. "I like to imagine what your reaction will be when I do it for real."

"So that's why you torture me?" you asked, trying to smile at him to make him understand that you were joking, but instead you sounded completely flustered.

He lifted his face from the apex of your thighs, a question written on his furrowed brow. "Torture you?" he repeated and then smiled. "You're the one torturing me by making me wait."

"I meant it as a joke," you explained, and pointed to your abandoned and throbbing pussy with your eyes. "Please?" you urged him to continue.

"Do you think it's a joke that I want to propose to you?" he asked teasingly, but his tone was everything but.

Before you could give and answer, he pushed his tongue flatly between your folds, making you moan with your eyes screwed shut instantly.

"Fuck—Josh!" you cried out, the tips of your fingers grazing his scalp before grabbing his hair.

"Mm?" he replied and lifted his gaze as his tongue moved up to tease your clit in the same form he did to your nipples, slowly gliding the pointed tip of his tongue around your clit.

"M-more, give me more, please," you pleaded, propping your body on your elbows to look at him, his tongue doing the same motion, swirling around your sensitive bud to then flicker the pointed tip of his tongue side to side, but slowly.

He paused, "Answer the question," he instructed, his eyes focused on your face, knowing full well that it made you a little crazy, too.

"No—I don't think it's a joke," you stammered and pushed your hips up ever so slightly towards his mouth to get more pressure of his tongue on your clit.

Joshua groaned, moving the hands that were previously parked on your thighs and forced your hips onto the mattress, making you yelp.

"Josh, come on," you whined when he continued teasing you, now his hands holding you in place by your hips.

"Mm?" he hummed.

"Faster?" you pleaded and then added innocently: "Please, Josh. It's my birthday."

That made him laugh, he stopped teasing your clit with his tongue to give out a broad smile as he chuckled with his whole body.

"Oh, bunny. You think you're so slick," his pierced eyebrow shot up briefly.

But then he moved his mouth back to your cunt, the tip of his tongue pushing your throbbing clit gently, slowly, swirling around it to watch you squirm and hear your drawn out whimpers.

"Please, Josh," you whined and clenched your jaws tight when the tip of his tongue started flicking your clit side to side again, but refraining from applying the right amount of pressure of his tongue against your throbbing clit.

"Fuck, Josh!" you gasped when the sensation was a little more over a graze on your oversensitive bud, causing your thighs to begin trembling on the sides of his face.

Joshua smiled in response, his tongue still out and teasing you. The image was lewd, he looked so fucking hot that it only added to the teasing.

"Joshua, please," you whined again and bit your lip to keep yourself from whimpering lewdly.

Though you were sure the slight teasing from his tongue on your clit could bring out an orgasm from you. And it appeared that Joshua knew it too, but was trying to draw out your climax by teasing you some more.

"I,—I'm close," you muttered with a whiny tone. "Fuck, Josh, I'm cumming."

He blinked at you slowly, almost as if saying "go ahead," and that was all you needed to come on his tongue. You threw your head back and let out a cry of pure bliss, your whole body trembling under his strong grip.

Breathy moans escaped you as your chest started to heave, but his tongue didn't relent on your cunt, flicking your clit gently but at a steady pace. The worry of waking the neighbors a long, distant thought.

"God, Josh," you sighed heavily as you came down from your high and slumped down on your pillows, thinking it was over.

But oh, you thought wrong. Joshua stopped the flicking motions of his tongue on your clit, only to give broad strokes from your entrance and up your folds, drinking in your arousal with a low moan on his part.

Your orgasm was so intense that it left your walls fluttering around nothing. You gasped when you felt the first pulse in your entrance and it appeared that Joshua felt it on his mouth too.

"Mm," he hummed softly and stopped licking between your pussy lips to then push two fingers inside your fluttering walls. "You have the prettiest pussy," he muttered softly as his long fingers massaged your warm walls.

"Mm-hmph?" you hummed mindlessly with a tiny whine when he pulled out his two middle fingers covered in your slick and glided them up your folds and pinched your swollen clit between them, making you gasp again.

"D'you like that?" he asked gruffly, his eyes trained on the features of your face as he started rubbing his fingers up and down, pinching your clit in between.

The sensation was nearly harsh and it threatened to overstim you soon, but it was also so abundantly sweet in pleasure. You writhed your hips a little bit and nodded.

"Sof-softer? Please," you stammered and bit your lip from moaning when his fingers moved your clit around in circles.

"Anything you want, baby," he muttered gently before rubbing your clit with the pads of his fingers in a circle motion, softer and in a steady pace.

"God, Joshua," you sighed a moan and your eyelids fluttered close. The sensation provided by his two middle fingers on your clit was mind-numbing, you felt the pleasure from it everywhere; on your face, between your legs.

"Mm?" you heard him hum.

"Keep going, please," you whined. "Faster."

You heard a sigh and opened your eyes to see him smiling adoringly at you.

But the motion on his fingers picked up some speed, making your thighs clench and begin to shake a little as you felt your body nearing another sweet release. Your body tensed up as well instinctively, as if trying to recoil away from the pleasure it felt.

"Breathe," you heard your boyfriend remind you softly and you slowly took in a breath.

And just when you breathed out, you let out a long moan in pleasure, coming undone on his fingers, his mouth kissing your inner thighs, grazing your skin with his teeth as you came harder than before, chanting his name over and over until you gasped for air.

Panting and shaking, you opened your eyes and found your boyfriend still pressing kisses on your thighs, your mound and lower tummy before he took his fingers covered in your arousal to his mouth to lick his fingers clean.

Your inner thighs were smeared with your arousal, as you would soon find out when you came down from your high. So wet that in fact you could feel the bed sheets were wet beneath your butt too.

You smiled to yourself and propped your body on your elbows again, his eyes lifted to lock with yours.

You ran your fingers through his hair. "You do know I want to marry you, right?" you asked him, still feeling a bit breathless.

Joshua smiled before moving his lips slick in your arousal to kiss your inner thigh. "Mm, not to sure, should I get the ring right now?"

Your stomach lurched yet again, making your body jump on the bed slightly. "Y-you don't have a ring yet, right? Do you?"

"I don't know," he muttered before grazing your inner thigh with his teeth. "I might."

You rolled your eyes. "Joshua, be serious," you sounded a bit nervous.

"So you wouldn't say yes right now?" he asked and a small smirk appeared on his lips when he saw your dismayed expression. "Relax, baby," he muttered in an eased manner. "I'm just teasing you a bit."

"Oh m'god," you sighed and slumped back in your pillows.

"Are you ready to sleep, baby?" he asked as he grabbed your pyjama bottoms and panties.

"Yeah, I think I am," you sighed, blissfully tired and looked at your boyfriend. He held your panties for you to hook your ankles and lifted your hips as he helped you put your pyjamas on.

You both knew you were perfectly fine to do it yourself. But lately Joshua had been doting on you so much that you didn't question him as he did the same with your pyjama bottoms and when you sat up for him to put your top on.

He smiled cutely at you when your hair got ruffled as he put your top on and pressed a loving kiss on your forehead.

"Done," he patted your thigh affectionately and pointed to the door behind him. "Bathroom."

You groaned. "I don't want to," you whined, sitting up in the bed.

"Go baby," he laughed. "I need to change the sheets."

You were reminded then of the small wet stain below your body. "Oh, right."

"Do you want me to carry you there?" he asked softly, seeing that your thighs were still shaking a bit.

"No, I'm fine," you replied, scooting to the edge of the bed and hurried to the bathroom.

Your boyfriend had this routine of sorts, which consisted in taking care of your needs after he dommed you. He'd usually run a warm shower and inspect your wrists for any damage done, he'd cuddle you and ask you questions about your wellbeing.

But in this case, since you had already showered, and there was no bondage, no impact play, no need for the routine. Except for ensuring you'd go pee, of course. After you cleaned yourself up, you came back to your bedroom.

Joshua was finishing making the bed, the ruined sheets were on one corner of the bedroom floor. Your first instinct was to pick them up and immediately put them on the washing machine and program the cycle for the following morning.

"Leave that," Joshua said, spotting your intentions right on. "Get in here."

He nodded back to the bed and you lied down yet again as he climbed beside your body.

"Do you need anything, bunny?" he asked. "I can bring you water, or food if you're hungry."

You shook your head and he opened his arms for you to scoot right over to be wrapped in a warm hug. "I'm good, thank you Josh."

He cuddled your body under the covers, using his body's position behind you to kiss your nape and your hair.

"I'm so lucky to have you, baby," he mumbled against your ear, bringing a hand to run his fingers through your hair, gently and carefully.

"I'm lucky too," you whispered, grabbing the hand that was below your body to kiss his knuckles.

You heard him smile behind you, still running his fingers through your hair, the rhythmic motion slowly driving you to sleep, eyelids falling heavier by the second.

"I love you, bunny," he whispered.

"I love you too, Josh," you replied, feeling your heart beating at every word.

"Feels like you were made for me," he murmured.

You hummed softly in response, your heart fluttering erratically in your chest. "I am," you muttered, mustering up some boldness.

"Are you, bunny? Made for me?" he sighed running a hand from your shoulder and down your arm, caressing you gently.

"Yeah," you breathed. "With or without a ring."

He paused, but his hand didn't stop caressing your arm. "You know I'm not as possessive as before," he told you thoughtfully.

"I know," you conceded after some thought.

"The least I want you to think is that I want to own you or something like that by marrying you," he continued, and you could tell from his tone that he was falling asleep too, even if his hand was still stroking your arm.

"Josh," you muttered sweetly with a small laugh. "I don't think that!"

"I just want to make you happy. Give you the whole world," he whispered.

"You already make me happy, Josh," you muttered and pressed your body back against his. "You made me the happiest tonight."

"Mm, then I've still yet to give you the world," he muttered after some seconds.

You laughed and turned only to press a happy kiss to his smiling lips. "Baby steps, Mr. Hong."

He nodded in agreement. "Baby steps, Ms. Hong."

✮ a/n: so this is the first time i get a request (if it was indeed a request lol) but lemme know, do you like this? should i accept more requests?

so where exactly does this fall in the city lights timeline?

→ this will happen after the events of episode 8, which i hope i can post soon. i know i could've written something outside of the city lights canon, but i want everything i write and post to be within the same universe and what can i say, i got carried away

let me know what you think! likes, reblogs and comments are wholeheartedly appreciated! my ask box is always open!

now, i need to go back to writing guilty pleasures pt. 2!!!

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[transform4u]

my phone started playing some shit called chavlad.mp3 when I tried to hack my Spotify for free. Don’t know what is this!

The moment your phone blared that excruciatingly obnoxious track named "chavlad.mp3" while you were furiously trying to hack your Spotify, it felt like a bolt of chaotic energy had struck you. It wasn’t just a sound; it was an electric jolt that seemed to alter the very fabric of your existence. The music—brash and aggressive, with its pounding bass and lewd lyrics—was like a sonic mallet, hammering away at your previous self, chipping away at your identity and replacing it with something grotesquely alien.

At first, the transformation was almost imperceptible, like the quiet creeping of dawn over the horizon. You felt a strange heat coursing through your body, a sensation that seemed to bubble up from within, causing your muscles to swell and harden. The wiry frame you had grown accustomed to began to change, expanding into a more robust and imposing figure. Your clothes, which had once draped limply on your lean frame, now clung tightly to newly formed biceps and a broad chest that seemed to grow with every thudding beat of the track. The process was mesmerizing and alarming; you watched in disbelief as your physique evolved into a spectacle of brute strength, the kind that exuded an overt and almost comical sense of machismo.

Your face underwent a similarly dramatic metamorphosis. The once gentle, nerdy features hardened into a chiseled, almost predatory visage. Your cheekbones became more pronounced, and your jawline squared off with an angular intensity that seemed to radiate arrogance. The once-messy hair that had been a testament to countless late-night study sessions and scholarly pursuits was now styled into a deliberately messy, yet somehow immaculate coiffure, enhancing your new, almost cartoonish bravado. The glasses, once an integral part of your identity, now seemed ridiculously out of place; you tossed them aside, reveling in the newfound sharpness of your unadorned eyes.

Mentally, the shift was no less dramatic. Where once your thoughts had flowed in intricate patterns, analyzing and questioning, they were now replaced by a constant buzz of shallow, self-centered pursuits. Your mind, which had been a labyrinth of intellectual curiosity, was now a playground for the most banal and vulgar thoughts. Conversations that once sparked deep, meaningful exchanges were now riddled with crude slang, boastful claims, and an insatiable hunger for attention. Your vocabulary transformed overnight; every sentence was laced with a brand of slang that made you sound more like a caricature from a trashy reality show than a genuine individual. The sophisticated, thoughtful responses you once offered were now replaced with loud, brash declarations that sought only to provoke and entertain.

Your wardrobe, too, underwent a radical overhaul. The practical, unassuming clothes that had defined your previous existence were cast aside in favor of an array of flashy, branded attire. The transition from worn-out graphic tees and ill-fitting jeans to ostentatious tracksuits and neon-colored trainers was jarring. The clothing didn’t just fit; it shouted for attention with every movement. Chains of gold, chunky and gaudy, now hung around your neck, catching every glimmer of light and drawing eyes in a way that was both deliberate and desperate. The formerly subdued fashion sense that had reflected a preference for comfort and practicality was now an over-the-top display of conspicuous consumption.

Socially, your new persona was a force of nature, a polar opposite to your former self. The shy, reserved figure who used to lurk on the periphery of social gatherings was replaced by a loud, brash presence who thrived on disrupting the status quo. Parties and gatherings were now stages for your performances, where every joke, every comment, was aimed at drawing attention and eliciting reactions. You were no longer an observer; you were a performer, and the world was your stage. The quiet introspection that had once been your solace was replaced by a relentless drive to be noticed, to be the loudest, the brashest, the most over-the-top version of yourself imaginable.

As "chavlad.mp3" continued its relentless, pounding loop, it was as if the music had become the soundtrack of your new life, a constant reminder of the seismic shift from a thoughtful nerd to an overtly obnoxious chav lad. The transformation was both exhilarating and disorienting, leaving you in a state of bemused acceptance. What began as a simple attempt to hack Spotify had somehow unleashed a whirlwind of change, turning you into a caricature of every stereotype you once scorned. Yet, amidst the chaos, you found yourself embracing this new persona with a mix of bewildered pride and a fierce, if misguided, sense of identity.

You stand in front of the mirror, mesmerized by your new reflection. Gone are the days of gay thoughts clouding your mind - now you're a straight chav lad with nothing but pure lust coursing through your veins. As you gaze into those piercing blue eyes staring back at you, something stirs within.

Your mind begins to wander as memories from before fade away like dust in the wind. All that remains is this moment, this powerful urge to satisfy yourself and let go of all inhibitions. Slowly but surely, images flash across your vision: buxom women strutting their stuff on stage; tight jeans clinging to toned legs; muscular arms flexed beneath tattoos depicting everything from dragons to tribal symbols - each image more arousing than the last!

Without thinking twice about it, you reach for your laptop and begin scrolling through porn sites without any idea where exactly they lead or what kind of content awaits inside those pages (because honestly who cares). Every tab opened reveals another treasure trove filled with lustful desires begging for release - women engaging in various acts both intimate and daring while men watch eagerly awaiting their turn at playtime!

And then it happens… an image so intense that every other thought flees from consciousness leaving only one clear objective behind: pleasure yourself until satisfaction is achieved! A curvaceous brunette lies spread eagle on top bed sheets beckoning seductively as she teases viewers by slowly undress herself bit by bit before finally barring all - revealing her perfectly formed breasts glistening under soft light… In response, unbridled passion consumes every fiber within resulting into uncontrollable throbbings between legs prompt immediate action which involves hastily pulling down trousers followed shortly after by swift strokes aimed directly towards achieving climax.

[poisonlove]

i hate you!¹

I still hate you… but less.

4:35 PM

It was only 4:35 PM when the principal's verdict had hit us like a bolt from the blue. After the heated argument with the unbearable Jenna Ortega, we were forced to stay at school for an extra two hours. But the worst part? It wasn't just for one day; it was for an entire week.

"I want to die," I sighed. My elbow rested on the desk, my head propped up by my hand as I watched the clock tick away the time.

Our Science teacher shot us a stern look. "Absolute silence, please. I'll be back at the end of detention," he warned, making it clear that any infractions would lead to further penalties. "If you attempt to escape, the detention will be extended by a week, and if you argue, another hour... understood?"

"Mmm-hmm," I muttered with boredom, rolling my eyes in annoyance.

"Miss Ortega, did you understand?" the teacher turned his attention to the source of my frustration.

Jenna was sitting three desks away, her back against the wall, and from my vantage point, I could only see her profile. Ortega had her legs up on the table and earphones in her ears. It was as if she had erected an invisible wall between us, a clear sign of our tension.

"Ortega!" the teacher scolded with annoyance.

Jenna removed her earphones. "Yes, I understood," she replied through gritted teeth, clearly fed up.

"And remove your feet from the table," the teacher added with exasperation.

Jenna complied, and the teacher gave us one final glance before leaving the room.

I decided to pass the time by pulling out my notebook from my backpack, along with a pencil, and started drawing whatever came to mind. The punishment felt endless, and I needed something to distract myself.

As I drew, I scrutinized Jenna's profile more closely. She was clearly ignoring me, with earphones in her ears and a body posture that sent a clear message: she didn't want to talk at all.

My attention focused on her face, noting her upturned nose, heart-shaped lips, and slightly hollowed cheeks. But what struck me the most were her eyes. They were a deep brown, with long lashes framing them perfectly. They were physically flawless, and they captured the attention of anyone who gazed upon them.

My pencil began moving on the paper almost instinctively, creating lines and shadows that took shape. The graphite flowed on the page, delineating every detail of her brown eyes. Each individual eyelash seemed to come to life, capturing the imaginary light reflecting in her real eyes. It was as if I was trying to capture not only the physical appearance of her eyes but also the essence of what they might hide behind that distant expression.

I stuck out my tongue with a slight smile as I continued to draw, this time focusing on Jenna's eyebrows. She raised an eyebrow with confusion and shot me a glare, clearly feeling my gaze on her.

I increased the pressure on the pencil, creating heavy and precise lines as I outlined the curves of Jenna's eyebrows.

"What a pain," Jenna muttered and then stretched, yawning slightly.

In that motion, she lifted her hoodie slightly, revealing her perfectly flat stomach. I felt a bit embarrassed and quickly averted my gaze, my cheeks flushed, continuing to draw while only looking at my notebook. I had gotten the sketch I wanted, and now I wanted to fully concentrate on my work, trying to ignore the distractions around me. The tension between us was still palpable, but at least my drawing was taking shape as I desired.

This bitch has some nice facial features, despite being so insufferable I thought with a wry smile.

Her beauty was undeniable, even though her attitude was anything but amiable. It was a contradictory thought, but at least it helped me focus on my work and set aside the tensions.

"I must say I was wrong; you don't draw that badly," a voice murmured beside me.

"What do you want, Ortega?" I asked with a sigh, not in the mood for an argument.

Jenna had placed her hands on my desk, her head close to mine as she closely examined the contents of my notebook. Her breath was very close to my ear, her hair gracefully falling over her shoulders.

"Nothing from you, just the least I can do is see how you draw, considering that my eyes are on that notebook," she confessed in a bored tone.

The desire to draw faded.

Jenna, with a quick movement, sat in the desk next to mine. "Not drawing anymore?" she asked, tilting her head to the side.

"No, I feel a terrible presence by my side... very annoying, I must say," I muttered with faux irony.

Jenna burst into laughter.

"I don't understand why you've become so unbearable, you know?" I asked sincerely. "I remember that we were very close friends as children," I mumbled distractedly, smiling at the memory.

Flashback:

I was a little child using colored pencils, trying my best to color a car printed on a piece of paper.

"Wow, you're really amazing!" a voice came from my right, and I smiled when I saw a girl looking at my drawing.

That girl was completely covered in marker stains and seemed quite clumsy. "Can you teach me?" she asked with bright eyes. "Of course," I muttered absentmindedly, and the girl sat down next to me.

"I'm Jenna," the girl said with a big smile. "Y/N," I returned the smile. "I'm sure you and I will become great friends," she confessed, clumsily coloring the sheet.

"The best!" she added quickly, sticking out her tongue and running it over her lower lip.

"We're friends because I'm helping you draw?" I asked, intrigued and a bit confused.

She tilted her head to the side, looking at me curiously. "Isn't that what friends do?" she innocently asked.

End of the flashback.

The reminiscence of those happy moments with Jenna filled me with warmth, but at the same time, it made me feel the sadness of time passed and friendships lost. It was a missing puzzle piece that I had forgotten, and now I held it in my hands, hoping it could help resolve the current situation between us.

Jenna's fingers snapped in front of my face, snapping me out of my thoughts.

"Everything okay, weirdo?" she asked with a small smile.

"Yeah, pain in the neck," I muttered absentmindedly.

"Ugh... what can I say? Those were good times," she smiled, eliciting a faint smile from me.

"Do you remember the times we used to play Romeo and Juliet?" Jenna asked with a smile on her lips.

I chuckled, nodding. "How could I forget? You dressed me up as a prince and said we had to get married," I confessed, making Jenna blush.

"And that time I broke my arm falling from the tree?" she asked, amused.

"I'm sorry about that, it's my fault the ball ended up there," I admitted, remembering the moment when Jenna had tried to catch the ball thrown too high, ending up falling and breaking her arm.

"We were friends... for how long? 7 years?" I asked uncertainly.

"7 years and 4 months," Jenna murmured, surprising me.

"Can you explain why you've become like this?" I asked curiously.

Her smile faded. She crossed her arms around herself, almost embarrassed. "Do you really not remember?" she asked in a whisper.

I raised an eyebrow in confusion.

"No," I honestly replied.

"And if I tell you... 'monkey arms'?" she asked, making a grimace.

I widened my eyes in realization.

I couldn't believe it... Jenna had become so unbearable because of a comment I made when we were 12 years old. We were in the gym, ready for our physical education class.

"Hey, Jen," I called my best friend.

Jenna turned toward my direction, looking at me with a smile on her face and bright eyes.

"Tell me," she asked, adjusting her short-sleeved shirt.

"Have you heard the new song 'Dance Monkey'?" I asked, barely holding back my laughter.

"Yes?" she asked unsurely.

"With those arms, it's definitely your song," I exclaimed, making the girls in the locker room burst into laughter.

I was clearly joking. But Jenna looked at me with flushed cheeks and teary eyes, grabbed her hoodie, and rushed out of the locker room. That moment of light teasing had a much deeper impact than I could have ever imagined.

"Oh, crap," I looked at Jenna with wide eyes, incredulous.

"You made my life impossible because of a comment from when we were kids?" I asked, unable to believe it.

Jenna shrugged without thinking, looking at me with narrowed eyes. "Because of you, I'm still afraid to wear short sleeves," she confessed.

I analyzed her outfit again: an oversized hoodie that completely covered her arms.

"Damn... Jen, I was just joking! I didn't mean to cause all this drama," I muttered absentmindedly, taking her hand to uncover her arm.

"What are you doing?" she asked in panic.

"Showing that you look amazing regardless," I muttered absentmindedly, trying to address her insecurities.

Jenna blushed, and she seemed almost on the verge of a panic attack. "See?" I asked with a nervous smile.

I ran my fingers along her arm, feeling like a complete idiot for making this girl feel bad for years. I had never thought that such a joke could ruin a friendship.

Jenna broke free from my grasp and got up from the desk, seeing that the science teacher had returned to the classroom, ending our punishment.

"See you tomorrow, loser," Jenna muttered, a small smile on her lips.

In the end, now I knew why Jenna detested me so much. In the end, the responsible, clueless idiot was just me.

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Metanoia (or not?...)

Metanoia:(n) meta·​noia - a transformative change of heart...especially : a spiritual conversion

Part 1. - Part 2. - Part 3. - Part 4. - Part 5.

Parings: Wednesday x Dracula!Reader (GN)

(Im doing the gif based on what the chapter reflects bare with me)

Warnings: they are a little older(19, lets say nevermore is a college), Blood, swearing, fighting, near death experience, light mention of death, and a tiny (maybe lot) angst.

WordCount: 5.5k

this is literally Soft Wednesday for sure. (Reader is Masc)

Bold italics are flashbacks.

A/n: Yes, I am almost to the crazy part of this book lol. You all will get the juicy parts in the upcoming chapter...maybe lol depends on how i feel. There is some Serbian in here but i done forgot what it meant oops- but use ya context clues cause i know google translate works one way and one way only lol Enjoy :) (how do you make these words small.. i wanna be experienced with this app too)

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Blurring to the house you felt the hairs on your arms raise when a hand wrapped around your arm sending you into the ground. The wind was knocked out of you, coughing loudly looking around to find Alek hovering over you, 

“Okay, before we go in there I need you to try and gather yourself now. We have two huge problems on our hands.” He started, 

“Huge? What could be more bigger than the Council-” A body collided with yours sending you deeper into the ground. D hopped off your body dusting off the dirt on her shirt. 

“Hey newbie, glad you can join us. Would you be so kind in helping us calm this woman down?” D sarcastically sang out when another body slid next to the three of you. Sofi hopped up growling loudly smacking the decomposed hand that attempted to clean the dirt from her jeans. Catching your eyes, she sent you a bright smile blurring back into the house. 

“The hell is going on?” You yelled out when the sound of thunder drummed around you. Cupping your hands onto your ears the sound became louder as you squeezed your eyes shut. 

“It’s…Marija! Only you can stop her!” D yelled out mirroring your actions but you being an Ascendent the sound was nothing compared to what they felt. Wobbling onto your feet, you made way into the house. You planted your feet when a gust of wind smacked you in the face. Squinting your eyes, Bora's figure was seen being thrown from up stairs to your feet. You were quick to help her up. 

“The fuck is going on?” You asked Bora as she wiped the blood that dripped from her forehead.(You have yet to ask them why they bleed.) 

“Marjia is going through a painful time accepting the damn truth.” She growled out, blurring back upstairs. You followed behind her when you heard Raina yelling at Marija. 

“You need to calm down before you draw attention to us and the damn Council finds the Ascendent and kills them!” After those words flew out her mouth a loud thud was heard in the room. You bursted through the door to find Raina on the floor unconscious and Bora running to her side checking for any signs of life(?) The loud ringing in your ears went silent and the wind came to a halt when her eyes locked with yours. 

“Hey, I’m going to need you to calm down.” You ordered, the girl in front of you could only shake her head as tears brimmed her eyes. Confusion swarmed around you when Marija ran out the balcony window, you turned to face Bora helping up a very weak Raina. “Go.” she shooed you off, you nodded blurring out the window vaulting over the balcony rails landing behind the girl looking up at the sky. 

“You don’t understand what I feel right now so I need you to stand back before I kill you.” She whispered, her chest falling and rising faster by the second. If the sky wasn’t dark before it sure was now, you inched forward reaching your arm to grab her shoulder when a lightning bolt struck you both. Feeling the shock run through your body as you fall to your knees you groan at the overwhelming feeling bubbling in your chest. Bora and Raina blurred with the rest of the OB watching the scene in front of them off in the field. 

“She’s going to kill them!” Raina yelled out, taking a step forward when Bora held her back. “No.” Bora shook her head, turning Raina to face her. “You are not like them. You’ll be burned to a crisp if you take a few more steps. OB or not.” She warned the girl who could only huff a breath turning back to the two of you in the open. Rein appeared next to the crew fixing his tie. 

“What a lovely light show you got going on for the Ascendent!” He cheered out when D patted his back shaking her head. “More like the Newbie is basically a spitting image of Marija’s deceased mate.” Reins eyes widened snapping his head to the OB. 

“Oh. I thought I mentioned that.” Rein thought out loud when multiple groans were heard around him. Bora sighed, watching for an opening to stop her. A cry strangled out your mouth when heat started to plant against your skin. 

“Marija…I need you to come back to me please. It hurts.” You mumbled out as your head hung. The girl glanced back, noticing your grip loosening from her arm but the shocks kept coming in. 

“D, show them.” Bora whispered. Raina sighed, placing a small peck on her lover's shoulder, stepping back. D nodded, locking her eyes on the two of you. Once her eyes turned white so did yours and once Marija’s eyes turned the shocks stopped. Rein took a step forward but Raina and Bora were quick to stop him. 

“Let them see.”

“Moja ljubav, did you move my tool box?” your voice rang through the spacious house. Walking down the hallway into the kitchen a small tune was heard. Peeking your head from the corner, your eyes caught the woman humming as she washed the dishes. Your heart skipped a beat when you noticed the smile you fell for centuries ago. Tip-toeing behind the woman, you snaked your arms around her waist placing your chin down on her shoulder. 

“You finally came back in, how is the project coming along?” she whispered as you planted a kiss on her neck. Her smile was contagious when all you could do is hum and lean more into her. 

“It's coming. I think someone moved my tools so it seems like I can’t work today.” you sang out, rocking you both back and forth. She let out a small scoff, shrugging her shoulders, turning off the faucet, facing you. 

“I wonder where those tools went.” you sent her a look catching on to her little game, sighing loudly you placed your forehead against hers smiling softly. 

“I think my wife would know ... .hmm” You squint your eyes digging your fingers into her sides pulling a laugh from her as she moved away. You scooped her into your arms carrying her to the couch as you dived into the huge cushion. Giggling was heard around the house when all you could do was smile. 

“I love you.” You whispered after a beat of silence. Locking her eyes onto yours she leaned in kissing you softly. “And I love you.” wrapping your arm around her waist you brought her closer deepening the kiss. You pulled away looking at the clock displayed on the wall. 

“I need to go meet Alek when the sun sets.” you spoke moving away from her grabbing your shades from the island. She sat up on her elbows, sending you a look. You waved your hand placing on your ring then glancing at the huge window that displayed the ocean. 

“Stop overthinking, I thought once we die the anxiety goes away.” She scoffed at your gift, chunking a pillow your way which you swiftly caught. Reading her mind a bit more, a goofy smile smacked across your face. 

“I’ll buy the wine if you make- oh now that's what i'm talking about!” You laughed out grabbing your keys. She blurred into your arms pressing her lips into yours. 

“Hurry back, Bora needs us at the OBH in the morning.” She whispered against your lips unlocking the door with her free hand as you were too busy trying to sneak in one more kiss. When the door opened you pulled away, placing a kiss onto her forehead. 

“I love you Y/n” smiling you walked out but before you closed the door you looked back sending her a smile. 

“And I love you Marija. Za Veconst.” 

A scream rang through your ears when the horrid images flashed in your mind as the white still clouded your vision. Marija still stood in front of you now with her hand clutched in yours as her eyes glowed. 

Your eyes fluttered open, noticing your parents sitting in front of you. The slight shaking around you indicated that you were in your family's limo. Your parents whispered amongst themselves but you could clearly hear what they were talking about. 

“It’s a shame that killing me off would save your ass from the council.” You whispered as the veins darkened under your eyes and your fangs poked out your lip. Your mother glanced your way, fear seeping from her pores. You could smell the fear and you couldn't lie…you loved the way they were terrified of you. 

“We are not going to kill you.” Your father spoke out closing the privacy screen behind him but the slight turn the car made caused the hairs on your skin to rise. Glancing at the opening in the window a light caught your attention. You blurred out of your seat dashing out the back window tumbling into the woods. A force caused your back to hit the ground when a pair of dark eyes locked with yours. 

“The Council would be glad that we saved them a fight.” he spoke, weaving his fingers through your hair dragging you to the road. You struggled against his hold trying to free yourself but with the strength he held it was easy for you just to give in. Tossing you onto the wet road your eyes caught your family talking to a man in a large trench coat. 

“I can give you two days to get out of here before I contact the Council on our location.” Your father nodded, sparing you one last glance then walking back to the limo. You called out for them but not one of them stopped. A pair of strong arms wrapped around your torso lifting you onto the back of the truck. Rain began to fall clinging the mud onto your clothes, your tears began to fall along with the droplets that settled onto your varsity jacket. Laughter was heard around when a man leaned forward sending you a sinister smile. 

“So much for a dangerous being, she’s crying!” You could hear your brother's cries from when he was dragged out of your home when you were younger. You locked your eyes with the man growling, 

“Get me out of these chains and I can show you dangerous.” 

His laughter locked in his throat when his hands went to break the chains around your hands and feet. The dark eyes he displayed now seemed hollow when you stood to your feet ignoring the protest from the other two behind you. Glancing back, you caught eyes with the taller man. 

“Kill them.” 

Hopping off the back of the truck, the cries from the men were heard. Ripping of flesh and breaking of bones echoed around the forest when you walked to the limo but stopped at the man in the trench coat. He stood almost eight feet tall but the look in his eyes made him seem small when you whispered, 

“You were the one who took my brother from me. I remember you.” You started sending him a smile that made the man whimper once he saw the pool of blood that dripped from the tailgate behind you. Stopping in front of the man, you locked eyes and sent him a look causing him to wail out a bunch of pleas. 

“You are going to go back to the Council and tell them I will kill each and every one of them for the death of my brother. Send them a visual reminder as well.” You stopped grabbing a fistful of his shirt bringing his ear to your lips. 

“I want you to rip out everything that gives you life.” 

Letting go of the man, his eyes were empty. Making his way into the truck, he drove off as you opened the door to the limo taking a seat facing your petrified parents. 

“This is what’s going to happen. You are going to take me somewhere safe and you can continue your life. We can forget this ever happened. Okay?” Your parents nod eyes now draining the gold that you once loved into a dark gray of emptiness. Your father whispered to the driver the destination and once the limo started its way, you leaned your head against the window. The gold in your parents eyes were now back and your father handed you a water bottle. 

“This will be a good school for you to study more about your ascension. Your mother and I will be on a business trip in Amsterdam but we will come down during your graduation!” He beamed wrapped his arm around your mother. She could only nod, sending you a tight lipped smile. 

“You might even find a husband for a mate down here.” She mumbled out, causing your father to nod his head. 

“Do not disappoint us Y/n.” Your father spoke when you leaned back looking out the window once again. Your golden eyes flashed the hollow color your parents once had as you closed your eyes letting the gut feeling send you into a deep slumber. 

Your hand fell limp when your body collided into the ground. You groaned at the pain now subsiding, Marija dropped to her feet pulling you into her arms. 

“Hey, I need you to look at me.” She pleaded, grabbing your jaw to face her, your eyes rolled to the back of your head and your body went numb. Marjias head lifted to lock eyes with Bora, tears beginning to swarm. Raina was the first to blur to your side holding your head in her lap. “Hey Newbie, I need you to wake up.” She spoke tapping your pale cheeks that seemed to hue a darker color by the second. Bora made way next to Marija placing a hand on her shoulder, 

“Now you can see they are not your past lover.” Bora whispered in her ear but what shocked the two OB’s was the words Marija whispered, 

“No, but they are the answer to ending the Council.” Bora nodded but Marija shook her head, grabbing Bora's wrist. “No Bora you don’t understand…They used the power of a deceased Ascendant.” Raina gasped, snapping her head to you pressing her hand against your chest, waking you instantly. You jumped up, blurring to the house, Alek ran after you as fear filled all over your body. Tripping over the last step you fell on your back sliding into the living room ramming into the back of the couch. Alek stopped holding his hands up slowly inching his way towards you. 

“I need you to relax, why don’t we grab you a bag and we get you out those clothes.” you looked down to see most of your shirt was burnt and blood coated your arms. The rest of the OB and Rein appeared in the house when tears began to brim your eyes. 

“Why can’t I remember the ride to Nevermore?”  You croaked out standing onto your feet but moving away from everyone. Rein took a step forward clearing his throat, 

“You used your brother's gift to forget.” You shook your head running a hand through your hair. 

“No. He’s dead. That is not possible.” You protested looking around to find some sort of answer but the look on everyone's face around you showed that they were as shocked as you were. Bora sighed nodding her way to the Med bay which answered your questions. Slouching over you dragged your feet to the room sitting on the chair with your eyes glued to the ceiling. Bora walked in and your eyes widened at the state Marija left her in. Hopping off the chair, you sat her down grabbing a washcloth and the bowl of warm water that sat on the counter. 

“I’ll heal, don’t worry about it.” You shook your head, dabbing the damp cloth on the open wound on her shoulder. You both sat in silence as you tended to her injuries while the rain picked up again. 

“Must be Marija.” You whispered as your chest tightened when a clash of soft thunder bounced through the house. Bora hummed looking down at her wounds, now healing a lot faster than she thought. 

“You’re healing me. Sofis gift.” Bora spoke, running her fingers over the scar that was fading away. You hummed back, shrugging your shoulders, 

“I just thought of the stories my parents told my brother and I about the Death Summoner. Not only can she summon the dead but heal the wounded.” Bora scoffed softly looking at the door seeing Raina pass by with D following behind giggling. 

“Even though you are not Marija’s mate…you will still feel as if you both are connected in some way.” Bora started catching the slight huff you released dropping the cloth in the bowl. 

“I feel…upset that I can’t help her, the pain she feels having to be in the same room is a spitting image of someone she loved for centuries.” You started standing from your seat grabbing the stack of clothes Bora placed on the end of the chair when she walked in, removing your ripped shirt and changing into the new one. 

“I saw the last memories of her mate. I could feel the Council ripping their head from their body. The teeth sinking into their neck- Bora I could feel it all.” Bora huffed sending you a sympathetic look as you shook your head hearing the muffled sobs with your enhanced hearing. 

You walked to the door, sending Bora one last look then made your way to your room. You hopped on your bed with your eyes trained on the pig tailed girl's balcony with a million thoughts running through your head. 

The night covered the small village just a few hundreds miles away from Nevermore as horrid screams were heard around. The tall man sat in a tent keeping his eyes trained on the entrance with a sinister smile on his face. 

“Bring him in.” He boomed. A boy was tossed into the tent with blood running from his nose. The man tilted his head examining the frightened child in front of him, almost like a predator inspecting his meal before feasting. 

“Child, what info do you have on the ascendent?” He asked, the boy whimpered looking at the man through his lashes. 

“They are no longer staying on Campus. They are staying with a group of people and I think their chosen one is Wednesday.” He whimpered out when snarling was heard from outside. Alucard hummed, taking in the boy's posture. 

“So the Ascendant has already found their mate…hmmm very well. I will have my right hand have you back before breakfast.” he spoke, waving his hand as a very slender man walked into the tent grabbing a fist full of the boy's jacket dragging him out the tent. “Thank you Rowan. Your honesty and loyalty will be paid soon. Till we meet in Jericho.” And with that the boy was no longer seen. Alucard growled softly when a man walked into the tent. 

“How far are they?” The man in front of him kneeled to his feet extending his hand letting Alucard grasp letting the vision play in his mind. He hummed letting go grabbing his ax that sat next to his seat walking out the tent. Blood was painted everywhere as a fanged smile plastered his face. 

“My children!” He roared as all heads turned to the man, “Drink what you can, the Council will be arriving tomorrow night. Please leave a message and let them know…THE Alucard is alive and well..killing.” He spoke nodding his way to the man next to him who lifted his staff that sent the rest of the ferals wild. Alucard started his walk down the village with the man by his side. 

“Grim ... .would you please remind my children that when we arrive to remain casual; in the dark. We are not a threat to the Ascendant. We will monitor the Ascendent for a day till we make ourselves visible. No one harms their mate, understand?” Grim nodded at his request. Alucard nodded, making his way down the village with a bloodied smile. 

“Matter of fact, get ready…we will go tonight.” 

Ever since you ascended, sleep was not your best friend anymore. Screams and cries drummed in your ears when you closed your eyes. Once you ascend, sleep is not a priority but to fight the strongest beings in the world? You need all the sleep you can get. You hummed at the silence when you kept your eyes shut but the front door opening and a whiff of Vanilla scent sent you blurring to the top of the stairs, 

“Thank you Principal Weems for accepting our terms, I will be sure that Wednesday gets her classes completed and will be under our supervision.” Bora spoke, sending Weems a small smile. You kept your eyes glued to the girl standing next to the tall woman. You knew that she knew you were watching when her head looked up to meet your eyes. 

“You’re gonna burn a hole through the ground if you don’t control your venom.” A voice spoke next to you as you shut your mouth looking over. Raina sent you a teasing smile, you rolled your eyes mirroring her actions. 

“How come when I am near her it's like it doesn't happen, but when i feel…” you paused trying to find the right word- 

“Excited? Protective? Horn-” 

“Alerted.” You cut off Raina’s amusement by sending her a look then looking back down at the girl. “What will happen if I turn her before the Council arrives? I remember my mother telling me stories about needing a certain ceremony to turn your mate.” You mindlessly spoke keeping your eyes on Wednesday when Raina snickered. 

“You were young Y/n. I think your mother meant something else other than a ‘ceremony’.” Raina added. Your neutral expression now displaced grimace when you now knew what she meant. “No, I- no.” Raina snickered softly patting your back walking back into her room. Bora pointed at you when both pairs of eyes caught yours, you sent them a small smile blurring next to Bora. 

“Thank you Principal Weems.” The lady in front of you nodded, handing the rest of Wednesday's luggage to Alek who appeared out of nowhere. The boy blurred to your room then in a matter of seconds blurred past you all into the living room. “Well, I will make my way back to campus to arrange the lockdown for when the Council arrives.” She spoke looking between you and Wednesday. “If you’ll excuse me.” You send her a nod as Bora walks her out. 

“I can not lie, the house is alot bigger than I imagined.” Wednesday started. You chuckled, grabbing her hand guiding her up the stairs to your room. Once you both were settled you sat on the window seal with your eyes glued to Wednesday typing on her laptop. 

“If you stare a little harder, you might be able to read my thoughts.” Wednesday mumbled with her eyes still glued to her screen. Your eyes widen, “Was that a joke Wednesday?” You teased and laughed when you caught a small smile on her lips. You stood up casually strolling to the other side of the bed. 

“Don’t tempt me, I might.” You spoke that sent a scoff out her mouth sparing you a small glance. For some odd reason the voice in your head wanted to hold her close. The thought of pressing your lips against her neck sent your knees buckling before you. You gripped the shelf but the strength you held knocked the books on top of you. Wednesday rushed to your side placing a hand on the back of your neck that sent your vision spirling. Bad idea. The urge to pin her against the way and sink your teeth into her skin…but not in a blood draining way-

“I uh- I need some fresh air.” You spoke back pedaling away from her. Once you made contact with the door you blurred downstairs and out into the kitchen grabbing a bag of blood from the fridge, you almost slurped the bag with how fast you drank. Letting out a loud sigh ringing throughout the kitchen, you leaned your head against the fridge door clamping your eyes shut. After a few moments of attempting to rid the visions/thoughts in your head, you walked out the back door onto the patio that displayed your view from your room of Nevermore. 

“Don’t tell me you already have trouble in Paradise?” You looked over your shoulder to see Alek walking your way and mirroring your actions, leaning against the balcony rail. You scoffed shaking your head, 

“More like the opposite.” You sighed running your fingers through your hair. Aleks eyes widened and stifled a laugh. “I guess we are a pack now.” You narrowed your eyes at his response but rolled them when realization dawned on you. 

“Don’t worry, it was a direct thought so I heard it.” Blowing out a breath, you hung your head low. “I don’t know why I feel like this all of a sudden, it's only been a few weeks of knowing her.” 

“But it feels like years huh,” Alek sighed out taking a seat on the patio chair keeping his eyes on the clear skies. “It will get better, Newbie, don’t worry.” You turned his way leaning your back against the patio rail eyeing him. 

“How come you know a lot of this?” You mentioned, motioning your hand to your balcony. He smiled shaking his head, “I had a mate too y’know” 

You nodded looking back at the campus, sighing softly. Alek came a bit closer placing a hand on your shoulder, 

“I lost her during the Civil War. We came to an agreement that she will stay human. A stray bullet struck her as she was coming in from the bath into our room. Ever since then, I could not bring myself to move on. Same with Bora.” Alek spoke but hearing that Bora lost her mate too was something that turned your insides. 

“Bora was the first Original right?” Alek shook his head leaning more onto the rail as you both heard laughter coming from the living room. 

“Bora was the mate of the first Original. She was actually the first from the native tribe to turn. Her blood was from the ‘Supernatural Chief’ so when she became one of us she developed a gift and from there I guess the stories on the first OB spree is how it all developed to be OB’s too. Dude it's really complicated to explain but Rein was there.” You nodded looking back once more to see Bora walking to the kitchen. She caught your eyes, sending you a warm smile. Alek patted your back taking a seat onto the lawn chair chuckling, 

“Come sit, you look so tense. Plus, the girls got Wednesday. You might not want to go in there right now.” You chuckled at his response, taking a seat next to him as he handed you a blood bag. “Definitely not going in right now.” 

Bora came from around the corner of the kitchen handing everyone a blood bag and Wednesday a water bottle. She took a seat onto the couch near Sofi who was playing chess with D who was indeed throwing a whole tantrum. 

“This is so not fair Soph. You know I suck at this game.” D muttered out moving her pawn as Sophie giggled, moving her knight knocking off D’s piece from the board. D looked up sending her a glare when a hand was placed on her head patting lightly, 

“My love, be a wonderful girlfriend and keep Alek and the Ascendant some company.” Raina whispered. D grumbled hopping onto her feet heading out the back door. Raina sighed, taking a seat next to Wednesday. 

“So how are things going with your mate?” Raina asked the girl who only shrugged her shoulders, “I do not know, one minute we are in each other's arms and it feels like home then the next, they’re standing almost a hundred feet away and ignoring me like a plague.” Wednesday explained what caused Bora and Raina to giggle. 

“Oh Wednesday,” Bora sighed out, “They are fighting the urge to not turn you.” Raina finished Bora's sentence as they both turned to Sophie who caught their gaze grabbing her headphones walking upstairs.

“When it comes to a Mate who is not one of us comes with a ceremony that we use to change them and have them bonded to us for eternity.” Bora spoke out. 

“Ceremony?” Wednesday quivered her eyebrow as Raina giggled once more, shaking her head. Bora sent a small smile towards the girl, “Don’t worry, it is not what you think but it is what you will not expect-” 

D slid the door open throwing herself onto the free lawn chair tossing the whiskey bottle towards you which you quickly caught. Alek turned to face D and the look she gave the both of you sent Alek howling in laughter. You looked between them till D’s voice was heard in your head. 

“They’re giving Newbies mate here ‘the talk’.” 

“The talk?” You spoke aloud, confusion swarming in your iris. D opened her mouth to speak when Wednesday's voice boomed through the house. Your eyes widened when the door swiped open and her face came into view. Her hand wrapped around your wrist dragging you inside. A yelp slipped out your mouth when Alek sent you a small telepathic message. 

“Good luck, let's hope your fangs don’t fall off” 

You sent the girls a look once you passed them when all they could do is giggle and wave your way. A whimper was heard from you when the girl literally dragged you up the stairs and sat you onto the bed as she towered over you. 

“Why did you not mention that if you do not turn me, Marija could end up being your mate?” Your eyes widen at this new information. Shaking your head, you stood up to protest but her hand rammed against your chest sitting you back down. 

“No. Sit down.” 

You stood quiet with your head hung low, waiting for what she had to say but once her hand gripped your jaw, you could have sworn you lost function in your body. 

“For being the most dangerously powerful being on the planet, you seem so weak as of right now.” You looked up to defend yourself but the look in her eyes seemed to answer your question to why she is acting this way. You stood up wrapping your arms around her waist, blurring her to the wall. 

“I could be your worst nightmare Wednesday, do not tempt me.” You whispered, your fangs peeked out your lips as your breath mixed with the girl trapped in front of you. 

“Nightmares are my favorite part of sleeping.” She whispered back leaning up causing her lip to brush against yours. 

“If you are a nightmare…” 

Your body buzzed with a new found feeling that made you feel as if you could destroy anything in your way. Rip apart the council to feel what you feel. Break through into the center of the earth to feel the heat you were feeling at the moment throughout your body. You’d steal all the burning gasses in the dark sky but for what cause…the light that could guide you to where you belong is in the eyes staring back into your soul. 

“...then make me sleep for eternity.” 

You smashed your lips into hers as her hand gripped your jaw bringing you in, deepening the kiss. You were stupid for not kissing her sooner, the energy that coursed through your body caused you to blur the both of you onto the dresser that shattered the mirror behind Wednesday. A small moan slipped the girls mouth that sent you onto cloud 9. Hands were felt underneath your shirt that was discarded in a matter of milliseconds. Another blur and you had her against the door quickly locking the door but your lips never left hers. Her kiss is something you could feel for as long as you roam this earth. Her heartbeat was drumming in your ears that caused your head to turn but with the speed, you ended up on the other side of the room with her on top of you. 

“How did you control my speed?” You whispered, attempting to speak with her lips still glued onto yours. She only shook her head leaning back removing her top, 

“Shut up and kiss me.” 

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A/n: Yes, I left yall hanging like that. I, myself am not ready to write that JUST yet but be ready for the next chap dropping maybe this weekend or next week! (this for that one person lol) but i am thinking of making a 2-3 story series....maybe. (this is actually a book i am looking to get published...my music manager wants me to start publishing my books)

But i hope you all like it and stick around for more on Jenna! <3

[seniorpollinationtechnician]

The team's spacecraft descended through the thick, swirling mist that enveloped the planet. As they broke through the clouds, the team could see the surface below—an expanse of rugged terrain marked by jagged peaks and uneven plains. The sky above them was perpetually bathed in ribbons of vibrant colors that danced across the horizon, illuminating the mist in hues of green, blue, and purple. The landing was smooth, with the spacecraft's landing gear absorbing the impact as it touched down on a relatively flat area between two rocky outcrops. The ship's engines powered down, leaving only the hum of onboard systems and the distant, ambient sounds of the planet. As they emerged from the spacecraft, the constant aurora above provided a surreal, ambient light that guided their way. The ground beneath their feet was rough and uneven, forcing them to move carefully as they began their exploration. Zerath led the way, his helmet's sensors scanning the environment and feeding data back to his display. Velana, Zyri, and Jorlan moved methodically, occasionally stopping to collect samples of the glowing flora or to take atmospheric readings. As they moved deeper into the mist-covered terrain, Zerath's sensor beeped, drawing his attention to an unexpected reading. He stopped abruptly, raising a hand to signal the others. The team halted, turning to face him. Zerath examined the readings on his tactical pad, his brow furrowing in concentration. "There's something fifty meters to the north," he continued. "It's large." Jorlan immediately adjusted his own sensors to focus on the direction indicated. "It's...moving. I don't think--," A sudden, intense vibration resonated around them, causing a few loose rocks nestled within the wall to fall and shatter around them. A shadow fell over them, cast by a massive, descending figure. They looked up just in time to see a majestic yet terrifying creature descending from the heavens. It had the body of a dragon, covered in shimmering, iridescent feathers that glowed with a deep purple hue. Its wings were enormous, each feather catching the light of the aurora above, creating a dazzling display of colors. Long, curved horns extended from its head, adding to its intimidating appearance. The creature let out a deafening roar, a sound that reverberated through the mist and echoed off the rocky cliffs before it lunged towards the team with astonishing speed. "Run!" Zerath shouted as he raised his weapon and began firing shots at the creature, aiming for its wings. The energy bolts struck the creature, but instead of wounding it, they only seemed to infuriate it. The creature pushed forward and swiped at the eldest Sixonian with one of its clawed forelimbs. The swipe nearly tore Zerath's arm from his body, forcing him to stagger back. His suit's artificial intelligence immediately began warning him of significant blood loss, but the seasoned lieutenant gritted his teeth and kept firing, trying to buy time for the others. "Fall back to the ship!" Zerath commanded, his voice steady despite the pain. The others fired a few meager shots from their pistols before turning and sprinting back towards their spacecraft, the creature's roars echoing behind them. Velana and Zyri ran side by side, their breaths coming in sharp gasps as they navigated the treacherous terrain. Jorlan was close behind, his mind racing with thoughts of what the creature could be and how they might defend against it. The creature roared again, its wings beating furiously as it gave chase. As they reached the ship, the airlock doors hissed open, and they rushed inside, the safety of the spacecraft mere steps away. Zerath was the last to enter, clutching his injured arm but still ready to defend his team. Inside the ship, the doors sealed shut and the team took a moment to catch their breath. It was then that they realized something was horribly wrong. Jorlan wasn't there.

[lambsouvlaki]

For the Hell of It - Putting on a Show(*)

Characters: Jason Todd x fem!oc

Rating and warnings: NSFW, smut, pre-discussed kink, light bdsm, voyeurism & exhibitionism (discussed, nothing is done in public).

Word count: 1,929

Summary: Jason tries being a little meaner in the bedroom, to delightful results for everyone.

Masterlist

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In the middle of the night, the bedroom door opened and the Red Hood walked in. 

Andy looked up from the book she had been reading. It was a little after three in the morning with the muted sigh of wind rushing past the lofty heights of his apartment. The bedside lamp cast the large industrial-styled room in golden light and murky shadows. 

Jason shut the door behind him. 

She opened her mouth to ask how patrol went, then found the words dying in her throat. He was standing at the door, mask inscrutable, observing her in silence. 

Belatedly it struck her that she had never seen him wear his armour into the bedroom before. She slid her reading onto the bedside table and cocked her head at him. 

“Did you wait up for me?” His voice rumbled through the modulator. 

“Blame the jet lag.” She shrugged. “Couldn’t sleep. Figured I’d try again once you got back.”

He slowly crossed the space between them.  

She pulled her knees up under the blankets. She didn’t know what to make of the way he studied her, but her body already knew how it felt about having his sole focus. The armour only made it worse. She wondered if he knew. 

“You remember that talk we had?”

“Which one?” she looked up, only to recall exactly the conversation he was referring to, in the face of blinding white lenses. “Oh.”

Her cheeks warmed. She was very aware of the looming figure standing over her, and anticipation unfurled within her.

“Yes, I remember.”

He pulled his gloves off, loosening finger by finger. He reached down a warm, bare hand and gently traced her cheek. His thumb grazed her lip. He pushed down lightly. She opened her mouth. He slid it in and she curled her lips around it. 

He drew his damp thumb back and traced it down her jaw to tilt her chin up. 

“The safe word?”  

As though it hadn’t been branded onto her mind the moment she agreed to this. 

She repeated the word. It came out breathless. 

He turned away. 

“Take off your clothes.” 

Her cotton shirt then her silky bra and matching panties landed on the floor. Her nipples pebbled in the sudden cold. She sat bolt upright, awaiting further instructions. Her heart in its cage beat like the wings of a hummingbird. 

Jason reached up to take his helmet off and placed it on the desk. 

“Lie down,” he said and he removed his weapons. “Spread your legs, and get yourself warmed up for me.”

A blush rose in her cheeks. He sat in the armchair, facing her. He leaned back, with his legs casually spread wide, and lit up a smoke. He watched her expectantly. 

She did as she was told. 

She had never put on any kind of performance before, but she wasn’t going to let that stop her now. Most nights Jason relished this part himself. He was an artist with his fingers and she was his sculpture, beauty and pleasure drawn from stoic marble. Tonight he was the audience, and she was artist and art together.  

The idea turned from daunting into arousing without her noticing. Her timidity fell away and her pleasure rose. 

In the half light the glint of the cigarette reflected in his eyes. 

“Do you touch yourself when I’m out?” 

She shook her head, mussing her hair against the sheets.” 

“No?” he drawled, incredulous.

“No.” It didn’t occur to her to be dishonest. Her role in the scene was not a fabricated one. 

“Why not?”

“I… prefer the ache of waiting for you.”

He swore quietly.

“There’s a toy in the bedside table. Get to it.”

She reached out blindly and swiftly found it. Jason enjoyed using it on her, but she had never used it on her own. It let him draw out and build up her pleasure to his own exacting standards without getting distracted by his own ends. He was a wretched tease. She both adored and hated the thing. 

He took a long drag of smoke as she adjusted. Her head tipped back against the pillows. Her eyes fluttered shut, but she didn’t want to lose sight of him and kept reopening them. He watched with burning intensity. 

Her excitement built and built, far past any notions of simply warming up. He had told her to get ready for him, but he made no move beyond stubbing the cigarette out and attempting to brand her with the heat of his eyes alone. 

“Can I… can I climax?” she asked.

“No.” 

She withheld her whine.

Normally Jason’s body language was so open and reassuring around her. This was nothing of the sort. The Red Hood, hard and uncompromising, watched her fuck herself on a dildo, and she was more hopelessly turned on than she had ever been under her own touch.  

 Slowing down was unthinkable as stopping. She had unthinkingly built her pace up, and now she had no off-ramp.

She wasn’t going to ask again. 

She wasn’t. 

With one hand cast over her face and the other between her legs, she writhed. 

Jason let out a harsh breath and stood. Every heavy step towards her felt like salvation and doom both. 

He put a hand on her shaking knee. 

She squeezed her eyes shut. Despite the calluses and the hardness of his demeanour, his thumb rubbed her skin in a familiar reassurance. 

It did not help her predicament. Her breath hitched.

He pushed her hand aside and withdrew the toy. He replaced it with two of his fingers. 

She moaned. His touch set her alight and her breath grew thin. His touch was as scorching as his gaze which pinned her down like a lance through the chest. 

“I’m-I’m going to cum if you keep doing that,” she said. 

So he stopped. 

She wanted to cry. She covered her face with her hands and took desperate heaving breaths.

The sound of unbuckling belts cut through her panting. 

“Look at me.” 

Her eyes snapped open. 

Jason lifted her by her hips and impaled her in one blow. 

She sang out in relief. 

He set a swift pace, slowing only a moment to let her rearrange pillows to support her back, shooting her straight back to the loft heights she had teetered along for so long. He drove her higher still. His thumb rubbed circles over her clit only twice, and her climax slammed into her. 

Her whole body shook. He did not slow his pace, relentlessly working her through it. 

She breathed hard as she came down, arching her back for him. The relief was short lived but it brought her a moment of clarity. 

Jason’s focus was fixed to her entrance, watching himself sink in and out, in and out. So locked up inside his own head tonight. 

“Okay?” she asked quietly, breaking character. 

His eyes flickered up to hers, and he gave a short nod. His hand on her hip gave a quick squeeze. 

Then the hard tilt returned to his jaw and they were back in it. 

“Spent the night at a strip club,” he said harshly. 

Her eyebrows rose. It was unusual only in that he was telling her about it: his protection extended to sex workers all over the city. She trusted him, it was a non-issue.  

“Working out a territory dispute. Negotiations. Should have been done hours ago. But no, they had to keep stopping to watch the girls.” His lip curled and he changed his angle to something deeper. “Made them make out and touch each other. As though we’re there for a good time, as though I have any interest in getting hard with that pack of slavering animals.” 

He brushed his sweat slicked hair from his face and swore. She was so helplessly turned on by him even when he was hacked off, she couldn’t come up with any response. 

“Waste of my fucking time,” he growled, thrusting with emphasis. “When I have you alone in my bed. Waiting for me. Clenching on nothing. Dripping wet, just for me. Aren’t you, sweets?”

“Yes.”

He pulled out. 

She made a needy noise of objection. 

“On your knees or in your mouth?” 

She rolled over without hesitation. 

He chuckled. He ran his hands up her body, possessive and appreciative. He gently pushed her down onto all fours and pushed back in. His pace was more sedate now and his grip softer, having worked out some of his frustrations. 

Well, that just wouldn’t do. 

“Did you get hard at the club?” she asked. 

His pace stuttered. “What?”

She reached back to touch his thigh, a silent reassurance she was still in character. 

“Did it turn you on, surrounded by beautiful women making out with each other?”

The snap of his hips picked up. “Yes,” he conceded, arousal and shame and frustration in his voice. 

She looked back over her shoulder. Her hair was tousled, her skin flushed, and her lips swollen from where she bit them. 

“Were you thinking of me?”

“I–” The look he gave her was a little stunned, a little star struck. 

“There, in that red lingerie you bought me, draped over you?” If he wasn’t thinking it before, he was now. 

A whispered “yes,” passed his lips. The burning intensity rose in his eyes once more. 

“...touching myself?” 

He made a hungry noise in his throat. 

“Up on the stage, in front of everyone,” she said, as she looked forward again, flicking her hair aside and arching her back. “Putting on a show?”

He growled, then she was pinned to the bed. 

“I’d have to kill them all for looking at you,” he said into her ear, bending over her. “And I would–mm–before I’d take you right there.” 

He stood tall again, still holding her bent in half with a hand on the back of her neck. His other hand was on the meat of her ass, to drag her back to meet him. He put one leg up on the bed next to her for more power. A thick muscled thigh rippled against her side. Raging waves of need pulled her back down into the depths. 

“Trying to upset me, sweetheart?” he asked, back to ruthless and in full control. She was in paradise. “You know only I get to see you like this. That’s why you’re mine.”

She whimpered, so close to the edge. 

“Only I can hold you down and fuck you like you deserve. Only I get to watch you writhe… hear you beg.” 

“Hnng, please.” 

“Please what?” 

“Please! Jason, I–I– fuck, Jay, I don’t– I need..”

“That’s my girl,” he said, dark and appreciative. “You know you’re mine before anything else.” 

She sobbed a cry.

“You can cum,” he drawled, sneaking a hand around her hip to reach her clit.

Her climax rocked through her violently. Her vision blanked and her body seized up in great wracking jolts. Her mouth hung open, breathing hard against the blanket. 

She vaguely heard his voice encouraging her through it, before he followed after her into bliss. 

He curled over her back and held her fast against his hips. He growled her name in her ear. 

The last of her strength fled her limbs. It felt like her bones had simply melted.  

He collapsed on the bed behind her. With shaking, tired arms he gathered her to himself and nuzzled into her neck. He made a soft inquisitive noise. She sighed in contentment in reply. They tangled their legs together, and basked in the afterglow. 

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[batsclass101-blog]

Galaxy Eyes - Part 4

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Damian had always wanted to meet his soul-bond. The desire was a nagging thought ever in his mind as he grew. Despite his desire he’d controlled the urge to search for you. He trained and hid his fear of being discovered and having his bond murdered. Your light became his saving grace, it afforded him the ability to salvage his humanity.

Light-weaving as he called your main shared skill was his equivalent of a candle. It warmed him constantly as he practiced the skill. Truthfully his strength with your star-weaving was small because of his lack of knowledge… but he felt strong. Flying and tough skin he welcomed, but one night a new skill struck you both.

You’d heard that Weavers began to earn new skills, but you’d assumed it was legend. The legends were true and frighteningly so. It met you like a crashing mountain and dragged you in.

You had escaped into the woods around your sanctuary and left guards searching anxiously… for one moment you needed peace. Floating upwards you lighted on a tree branch and began dashing from tree to tree. A bubble of anticipation formed in your chest as you tapped into your bond’s agility. Laughter overflowed, you jumped and fell from a branch as a searing pain pierced your head.

A silent scream touched your lips and you silently called for help. Help came swiftly in a sharp breeze. It wrapped around you and your scream escaped. Lightning burst from above and thunder shook the sky. Sheets of biting rain rattled the atmosphere and the wind deposited you on the roots of an oak tree.

Everything was spinning and your heart filled with panic as your gentle light pooled in your palms. Your sight was white with energy and you staggered to your feet only to pass out.

Damian had fell into an exhausted slumber after a busy patrol. He’d been looking forward to a decent rest after a splitting headache had nearly caused him to fall off a building. Sleep came, but it was not restful. As darkness engulfed him he jolted into awareness and found himself standing on a beach with sand the color of white stars. Water the color of ink lashed angrily at the shore and lightning brighter than he’d ever seen struck the water with fury.

It was real, beyond a dream. He felt the sand flowing with alien warmth. The air pulsed with energy of a non-earthen beach. His instincts made him turn in a circle and asses the area. Miles of sand stretched to either side of him. Above him hung a series of five moons of dazzling light with angry clouds about them.

“Eldaria…”

Damian’s head whipped around in search of the unearthly voice.

“It has been too long, Eldaria.” The soft voice broke with a sob.

“Show yourself.” Damian hissed between clenched teeth. He had no sword, but he was a weapon himself. His gut clenched as he realized he felt no true fear when the voice spoke. “I will not ask again.” He picked up a rock and readied himself.

“I… you?” You shook yourself and scurried over a tall dune of Kiaali (star-sand). Something was drawing in that voice.

Feet flying and heart in your mouth you stumbled and staggered towards the direction of the beach. Lightning struck from the sky and hit you. A scream of pain and terror fell from Damian and yourself.

Damian bolted upright with heaving breaths. He was trembling from head to toe and in his right hand was a glowing stone… star. Glancing at his pajamas he noted the wet ring on each leg. It hadn’t been a complete dream. Somehow… someway he’d traveled between.. between where?

A frown crossed the young heroes face. Where was Eldaria? Obviously it was an alien planet. One he’d not heard Superman or his father mention. He needed to speak to someone or access the bat-computer. All his research needed to be done… secretly.

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You woke in your private chambers with a pile of thick blankets and in a clean nightgown. Your head ached and your heart throbbed anxiously, the voice had escaped you.

“You’re awake!” Seo’nad, your personal guard hurried over to you anxiously. “You scared us. No more running off without an escort.”

“No promises.” You threw off the covers and swung your legs over the edge of the bed. “I need to see a data-scroll concerning Weavers skills. Please see to it.”

“Of course, but only if you stay in bed long enough for breakfast. And M’dria, one of the healers sees to you.”

“Very well, but please hurry… I’ve so many questions.”

Silently you thought, “I need to find the one with that voice. I must… somehow.”

[fflewddur-feanorion]

maglor and eonwe in iowa. why? I don't know.

Maglor cranes his neck to look up at the sky. The clouds are purple and yellow, like a bad bruise that’s just begun to heal. Thunder booms overhead, rattling the windows on the porch.

He steps back toward the door. Nods decisively. “This is a good one.”

“There is nothing good about it,” Eonwë huffs. He’s standing with one hand on the doorknob, every muscle in his body pulled as taut as a bowstring. Ready to bolt inside at the slightest provocation. (He has not relocated to the basement, Maglor notices. After following every one of the rules to the letter for five Ages, this is the time Eonwë chooses not to listen?) “The storm… it is dangerous! You could be killed!”

Maglor raises an eyebrow wearily. When he speaks, his voice carries over the thunder just a bit more than it should. “Remind me again why you’re here?”

“To… to kill you. Or persuade you to return to Valinor.” Eonwë shivers. For some reason, he’s wearing one of Maglor’s tank tops. It’s far too small. Basically a crop top on him. (Maglor admits that it’s not a bad look, but Eonwë is going to get a cold and then he’ll be even more insufferable.)

“Ta-da,” Maglor drawls. “If I get struck by lightning– which I won’t– you can go home. I’m sure all of Valinor will be ecstatic.”

“Are you always this self-destructive?” Eonwë asks.

Maglor laughs. Bitterly. “You still have that armor? I could put it on. Wave my arms in the air and tell Manwë to go fuck himself. Really take it to the next level.”

“Shut up!” Eonwë’s eyes flash. “You don’t know what you are saying! If they hear us–”

The rain picks up. At this point, it’s less of a thunderstorm and more of a river flowing vertically. Maglor does the math in his head: there’s still no tornadoes in sight, and he is very, very hungry. “All right,” he says, pushing past Eonwë to open the door. “You win. I’ll make some dinner, and then–”

As if on cue, the lights go out. The clock on the microwave flickers and disappears.

“Christ alive,” says Maglor. “I just bought milk. What have I done to deserve this?”

“I assume that is a rhetorical question,” says Eonwë.

****

It’s been fourteen hours since Eonwë– Herald of the Valar, Manwë’s golden boy, and royal pain in the ass– arrived on Maglor’s doorstep. In his immaculate silver armor, he’d looked laughably out of place standing among the dusty folding chairs. “Greetings, Makalaurë, son of Fëanor,” he’d intoned in a voice like the crashing of waves. “I bring a message from the Valar.”

To Maglor, this situation presented a number of red flags:

Nine thousand years on this accursed earth have made Maglor wary of people who are clearly dangerous but want you to believe otherwise. That armor has never been worn in a fight.

He doesn’t trust the Valar.

He doesn’t trust Eonwë, specifically.

Back in the Second Age, Maglor would have attacked Eonwë with any weapons he had on hand (teeth and nails included) and almost certainly gotten himself killed. By the Fourth Age, he’d have simply walked away, having tired himself out with millennia of bad decisions. But now…

Well. Maglor isn’t going to slam the door in his face. If he doesn’t let Eonwë in, his neighbors will come out to investigate, and Maglor doesn’t want to inflict Eonwë on them quite yet.

He stretches out on the couch, running through the checklist in his mind. There's no electricity or internet, but he’s found two flashlights. He’ll talk to the neighbors and check for downed power lines once the rain stops. All he can do now is wait. (And also drink ridiculous quantities of milk before it spoils.)

Maglor feels the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. He whips his head around and sees Eonwë standing behind him, motionless as a statue. (He would make a beautiful statue. Even in a human disguise, there's something unearthly about him. Something that draws your attention in like a moth to a flame.)

“Fuck’s sake,” Maglor groans, mashing his face into the couch cushions. “Can you be unsettling somewhere else, please?”

“We could go back to Valinor.”

“I said no.” Maglor pushes himself to a seated position to glare at his companion. “Why are you still wearing a tank top? It’s, like, forty degrees.”

“I have no idea what any of that means,” Eonwë says quietly. He’s still shivering. His shoulders are hunched forward, and he looks on the verge of tears. (Why is he crying? He’s not the one with a price on his head.) “It was much warmer this morning, and I didn’t want to go through your things. I... I am sorry.”

And that makes absolutely zero sense, but… “Ugh, fine,” Maglor sighs. “C’mon. Let’s find you something that fits. We'll figure things out in the morning."

[keketopia]

𝙢𝙮 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙖 𝙙𝙧𝙖𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙜

pairing. izuku midoriya x gn!reader

synopsis. you drew a picture of the perfect guy for you. little did you know that drawing came to life.

word count. 1.9k!

cw. just some fluff and wholesomeness! :3

It was dark out in the city of Japan. Almost everybody is asleep. Conversely, you are just sitting in bed reading a book about a beautiful couple.

You closed the book as you were done reading it. You held the book close to your chest and sighed dream-ishly.

"Deep voice, cute smile, enchanting eyes, pure heart...why are people like that so hard to find?"

Just then, an idea struck you like a lightning bolt. So you got up, grabbed your pencils, pens, and colors, and decided to draw the man of your dreams.

"Let's see what I can do."

A few hours later, you came up with a beautiful portrait of a man with fluffy green hair, wide doe eyes that matches his hair, four symmetrical freckles on each side of his cheeks, and of course, his pure smile.

"Phew, finally done." So you said as you began to stretch. You look at it with admiring eyes and begin to grow tired after a while. You rubbed your eyes and gently set your drawing on your nightstand. You turn off your lamp and cover yourself in warm, soft blankets as you drift off to sleep.

A mysterious light shone in your bedroom as you had your sweet dreams. The light shone from the portrait, and the man from your drawing appeared.

The man looked around the room as if everything was new to him. He spots a mirror behind him and sees himself there. He took a moment to admire his appearance; he was astonished.

"Wow, they drew me really well." He looked at you as you were sleeping peacefully. Then, he sat in front of you and admired your angelic face.

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It was now morning, and you were interrupted by the sun shining in your eyes. You woke up to see a strange man right in front of you.

"Oh, wow. What a beautiful dream I'm having. It looks so real, though," You said sheepishly.

"I know I'm too handsome to be real, but I can confirm you're not dreaming."

"Oh my god, I could listen to his voice my whole life."

'Okay, I guess I have to do this" He reaches his hand to you and pinches you in the arm.

"Oww! Wait! I'm not dreaming!" You looked at him in shock. You got off the bed and ran towards the corner of your room.

"Who are you?! How did you get into my apartment?!"

"Hey! Calm down!"

"Calm down?! How am I going to calm down when there is a literal stranger in my house!!"

"Well- That's a good point, but-"

"I'm going to ask again! Who are you and how did you get into my apartment?"

"Don't you recognize me?"

"What do you mean do I-" You took a closer look at the guy and realized that he did look familiar, almost straight out of a picture.

"Wait... you're-you're that man I drew last night!"

"Yeah! That's what I've been trying to tell you! Kinda weird that I'm alive, don't cha think?"

You were at a loss for words. How in the universe that the man you so beautifully drew come to life? What kind of hocus pocus is this?

"I'm kind of hungry, do you have any food I can eat?"

Still a little bit freaked out by your come-to-life drawing. You scooted your way out the bedroom door and headed towards the kitchen with Izuku following behind.

"What would you like to eat?"

"Hmm, perhaps Katsudon!"

After about 30 minutes, Izuku is sitting on your kitchen table, stuffing his face in that sweet and savory sauce.

"Wow, this is really good! I could eat this every day!" You chuckled at his compliment. He was really cute, guess you really are a good artist.

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"So you don't remember anything about your life in the book?"

"I came from a drawing, not a book"

"Wow, you forgot the love of your life" You teased.

"I-I don't love a-anyone!" He stammered. His face was as red as a strawberry.

"I'm Y/N, by the way," You introduced. "What's your name?"

"I don't have one" He replied. Right, he came from a drawing, of course, he doesn't have a name. "Oh, well then. Your name shall be...Izuku!"

"Izuku...I think that's a fitting name" He smiled.

"So, Izuku, do you want to explore my world?"

"Maybe later, I want to watch a movie"

"Okay, let's see what we got" You grabbed the remote to turn on the TV and put it on Netflix.

"Let's see...we got Red Notice, Level 16, Ava..."

"How about The School for Good and Evil? That seems like an interesting movie?"

"Sure is, considering that this movie is based on an actual book series. I've never read it but I'm sure it's a good book. Let's watch!"

You hit the play button and the remote and watched the movie. After some time, you turned to look at Izuku, who was watching the movie with adorable exciting puppy eyes. You smiled at him, admiring his attractiveness.

"I kinda feel bad for Sophie. All she ever wanted was to escape the horrible mistreatment of her townspeople and be who she wants to be" Izuku explains. You felt warm and happy hearing him say that.

"Yeah, Sophie just wanted Tedros to be her true love, and when he broke it off, that made my heart ache"

You both kept watching until you both fell asleep.

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You wake up to the sound of Izuku's happy-go-lucky voice.

"Wakey wakey! Time for brekky!" Izuku was standing beside your bed, holding a tray with pancakes and a glass of milk.

"Wow! You made me breakfast?"

"Yes! Now eat! You must be starving"

"Smells amazing! I didn't know you could cook considering I'm the one who made you Katsudon"

"I just follow the recipe I found online. Now hurry up and eat! I want to explore your world" He set the tray on your bed and went out of the room.

After breakfast, you showered, dressed, and headed out with Izuku. You brought him to a small building where you could see bright lights shining through the window. You both headed inside to see the arcade machines.

"Welcome to the arcade!"

"Arcade?" He gives you a puzzled look.

"It's a place with many electric games. You play it and can earn tickets and use those tickets to get prizes. Ooh! Let's go on this one, come on I'll teach you!" You dragged him with you. It was a motorcycle racing game, fit for only 2 players. Izuku surprisingly learned fast.

"I'm going to win this, you'll see"

"Oh, keep dreaming honey" Izuku was taking this too seriously. After a few minutes, he ended up winning.

"Yay! I won!"

"Argh! Let's try another game"

"You wanna lose again?"

"We'll see about that"

"Let's try this one! Come on!" He ran to another game like an excited little baby. You chuckled and followed him"

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After visiting the arcade, you took Izuku to the library.

"Wow, so many books"

"A lot of characters like you are in each book"

"Wow"

"I'll get some books then we'll go back home to our comfy bed to read"

"My favorite thing to do"

"Same, honestly"

You brought the books and you both went home.

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You both covered yourselves in comfy, warm, blankets. Izuku wrapped his arms around your waist as he stared at the book you brought.

"Y/N, can I read for you?"

"Sure" you smiled.

Izuku reached over to the coffee table and grabbed the book. You placed your head on his shoulder and listened to him as he read the book word by word, his deep voice was a whole other level of tranquility. You closed your eyes and slept peacefully on his shoulder. Izuku noticed you and smiled, he placed the book on the nightstand and slept too.

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"Your food is the best" Izuku said while eating another bowl of Katsudon you made for him.

"I'll gladly cook for you everything" You smiled.

"Wow, I love you" You knew he didn't mean it like that but your heart started beating fast after hearing it from him.

A bit of time passed and you guys are both laying in bed again, reading another book. "Slow dancing in the living room, warm lighting, music in the background... I wish I could live like the main character's in this book"

"Allow me to help you" You looked at him, a bit confused about what he is doing.

Izuku went over to your speaker and played some music, he made sure the lights were dim, and then...

"May I have then dance, my love?" He says as he extended his hand to you. You were a bit taken aback by his action and flustered, but you gladly accepted his hand and you two started slow dancing.

Izuku's hold on you was gentle as if you were a fragile glass, afraid that he might break it. As if you were the most precious gemstone ever. You got lost in each other's eyes, your mouths may have been shut but those eyes were speaking for themselves. Everything was perfect, you didn't want this to end.

"So this is what love feels like..."

Days passed you and Izuku had gotten even closer and your feelings for each other got deeper and deeper every day. Everything was perfect in a way that made you fear that this was just a beautiful dream, but reality isn't always so bad as people say. Reality can show you each and every color of happiness...

"The weather is amazing," You said.

"This moment is amazing" Izuku added.

"Yes...yes indeed" You looked at the view in front of you, admiring it.

"The city lights are so beautiful" Izuku looked at you deeply and said...

"Oh, darling, out of all the city lights, none of them shines brighter than you"

Surprised, you turned to look at him.

"I found everything I wanted in those eyes of yours. I found a friend. A home. Pure love...and I can't help but fall even more for them. I love you...my heart chooses to beat just for you"

Eyes tearing up from the heartfelt confession, you grabbed him by his collar and kissed him. He kissed you back, gently pulling you closer.

"Reality can show you each and every color of happiness"

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Doodle Boy (Blue Lock)

AND BOOM! We've got ourselves some good ol' Bachisagi! :D I was talking to a dear friend of mine (you know who you are :D) and the next thing I knew- here we are! It's not exactly how we discussed it (honestly it's been so long since we really talked about it I forgot what the original idea was) but I'm proud of it and I think you're gonna like it too!

Cloud 9 (Taglist Peeps):

@myreygn @cupcake-spice13 @chibisstuff @imjusthere07 @riisada

Summary: Bachira has a knack for drawing and doodles away in his notebook. For all his talent in drawing the people around him however- he can never quite capture his boyfriend.

Bachira grew up surrounded by paint.

The smell of acrylics. The faded stains on his mom’s fingers and clothes when she finished up for the day. The endless paintings of monsters and fields alike she created in her studio. Growing up, he loved sitting by as his mom worked, leaning on his soccer ball with wide eyed wonder.

“You know, Meguru. I have extra supplies- why don’t you join me?” She invited him once, warmth in her smile and green splashed across her cheek.

“Really? I can?” He was on his feet in seconds, running over to her as she pulled down an old sketchbook and pencils, all varying shades of the rainbow.

“Of course you can, baby. Come on- let’s draw some pictures.”

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The pack of gel pens seemed to call to him when he looked- glittering in the fluorescent lights of the drug store.

“Hm? What is it?” Rin blinked, raising a brow when Bachira seemed frozen to the spot. “Do you want them?”

“What? Oh- Oh no. Nah, I just…” He looked at them again, brows furrowed. “I don’t…”

“...” Rin looked at him, then at the pens. Then- with a sigh, he walked over, picking up the pack and a pad of paper sitting below. “If you can’t afford them, I’ll pay.”

“Huh? Oh no- I can-”

“And if you can, I’m still paying. You want them, even if you're too stubborn to admit it.” Without looking back, Rin carried on his shopping, grabbing a bag of chips on the way to the cash register.

Bachira stared after him, eyes feeling strangely wet. Then he smiled, shaking his head and following. “I’m gonna draw you extra pwetty, RinRin~”

“Call me that again and I’m keeping the pens.”

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Bachira tapped an ocean blue pen against his cheek, tongue poking out as he looked down at the paper. Isagi looked back at him.

Well- doodled Isagi. He didn’t quite capture the other boy right- the hair looked smooth and glossy, and his features were all in the right places. There was just something so…lifeless about it. The face was there, but there wasn’t any soul behind it.

Surrounding this particular doodle were others- poses of his fellow and former teammates alike. Chigiri, a human lightning bolt, streaks of pink flying behind him as he dashed across the page. Kunigami, standing tall on the Blue Lock building, a cape fluttering behind him as he struck a superman pose. He even drew Nagi, curled up in a gray futon with purple checkered print.

Aryu striking one of his magnificent poses. Tokimitsu’s nervous but kind expression. Rin melting into water. They all came so easily to Bachira, like he could pluck the image of them out of his mind and smooth them on the page.

And yet…

The door slid open. Bachira shoved the notebook beneath the pillow just as Isagi walked in, a towel around his neck. “Man, if there’s one thing I like here, it’s the baths! I feel so…refreshed.” He spoke between a yawn, cracking one of those impossibly blue eyes open to watch Bachira. “You good? You look like a deer in headlights.”

“Isagi~” Bachira schooled his features into a relaxed expression, grinning as he rolled onto his back, securing his notebook beneath the pillow. “Come cuddle with me.”

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Isagi wasn’t one to pry. If he noticed Bachira’s sudden shyness around his notebook, he didn’t say. None of the team seemed to, if the dribbler were being honest. He’d get a few curious looks his way as he scribbled, but no one formally asked what he was working on or for a peek. It was something Bachira appreciated and grew bummed by. There were other pages he was willing to show, just…not these.

Another Isagi. Another frustrating attempt. He just looked so wrong! Every sketch had something amiss; his eyes were dull in this one, his nose was shaped weird in that, his smile was missing that versatility in it all around. It was just…off!

“Bachira, we’re heading out to dinner-” Isagi poked his head in just as Bachira nearly tore the paper out. “Whoa, what are you doing?”

“Huh? Oh!” Panicked, Bachira tried to shove the notebook away, but it was too late. Isagi was already across the room, resting his hands gently over Bachira’s.

“Dude, relax. I’m sure what you drew isn’t-” Isagi looked down and- paused. Staring. Bachira felt his heart rate accelerate as Isagi took in the slightly crumpled paper, eyes following every line and shape and block of color. His face was unreadable, further worsening Bachira’s anxiety.

“I-Isagi…”

“Bachira…these are incredible!” Isagi looked up, eyes shining as he grinned. “I didn’t know you could draw so well!” He looked back down, smoothing out the paper as he took in the doodled version of himself. “Dude- I look so cool! That..sounded kinda vain, huh?” He flipped the page, blinking when he found more of his face. “Oh wow…”

“D-Don’t look at those!” Bachira tossed himself over Isagi’s lap, hiding the notebook under him as his face burned. “They’re all wrong! Every single one!”

“Wrong? What’s wrong with them- I think they’re great.” His boyfriend poked lightly at his back, trying to peek around him. “And I’m not just saying that cause it’s my face.”

Bachira made a soft noise of distress, burying his face in Isagi’s thigh. Isagi frowned, noting the mood. “Bachira? Are you okay? Oh jeez, was this one of those private notebooks? If so, I'm sorry for prying-”

“No, it’s not…it’s not that.” Bachira sounded muffled, but Isagi could make out his words when he leaned down. “They’re terrible, all of them! I can’t draw you!”

“...I mean, I only got a glance but, Bachira, they look good.” Isagi offered gently, playing with the strands of hair along Bachira’s neck. “I don’t understand- how are they terrible?”

“They don’t look right! None of them really look like you!” The strokes seemed to calm him down some, but Bachira still sounded so…sad. “I didn’t want you to see them until I had you down pat, but…I don’t know why- you’re just too perfect!”

“Pfft!” He hadn’t meant to laugh, but Isagi found himself snorting at the word choice. Bachira gave him a mild pout as his boyfriend pressed his free hand over his mouth. “Sorry- sorry; I’m just not used to hearing someone call me that.” He dropped his hand, smile remaining. “But seriously- you don’t need to draw me perfect. The fact you drew me at all is such an honor! It’s perfect as is.”

Bachira didn’t look convinced, turning away and keeping his pout. Isagi reached up, gently poking his shoulder blade. “Bachira.”

“No.” Bachira huffed, pouting more even when he squirmed. “I don’t want it.”

“Do you really mean that?” When Bachira didn’t respond, Isagi poked him again, making him squirm more. “If you don’t want this, roll out of my lap.”

He paused, waiting. Bachira didn’t move.

“Figured.” He teased, switching to gentle clawing, running his hand across Bachira’s shoulder blades. The dribbler twitched in response, starting to smile despite himself. “You love it when I tickle you. Now- I’m not gonna stop until you let me see that notebook of yours!”

“Noohohohohoo! It’s ehehhembaahhaharassing!” Bachira whined, kicking his feet as Isagi carried on his tickly touch. “Iihihiihihiisahahahahgi!”

“Don’t try to lie- I watch you, you know? I see how pouty you get whenever none of us ask about your drawings! You want to show me!” Isagi pressed in, earning a proper bout of laughter from the smaller boy. “You want to show everyone your work!”

“Ahehahhahhaha! Dooohohohohn’t saahhahahy it ohohoohohutloohohohohud!” Despite his protests, he felt his heart do a little skip knowing Isagi was watching him. He tried fighting back, poking at the brunette’s ribs with quick fingers. “Thahahhake thahahaht!”

“AH!” Isagi yelped, nearly falling over. “Oh you’re slick! Come here!” He wrestled him on the bed, tossing the notebook out of the danger zone as he dug a hand into Bachira’s armpit, earning a squeal. “You’re really gonna get it now!”

“EHEHEHEHEHHEHHEHESAGIHIHIHIHIIHII!” Bachira howled, flailing on the bed beneath his boyfriend. Isagi just HAD to go for the spot right along the back of his pits, tickling both them and his dreadful shoulder blades at once! He’s too knowledgeable- Bachira unintentionally awakened a monster. “PLEAHHAHAHHASE IT TIHIIHIHIHCKLES!”

“That’s the point, buddy.” Isagi cooed, leaning in and pressing a loud smooch into Bachira’s cheek. “You gonna keep shitting on your amazing art or am I gonna have to destroy you?”

“AHEHAHAHHAHA! DOOHOOHN’T THRHEHHAHAHTHEN MEHHEHE WITH A GOOHOHOHOD TIME!” Bachira squeaked out, making Isagi guffaw. It wasn’t long before they were both laughing, side by side in the messy bed as they gasped for air between giggle fits. “Yohoohu’re toohoohohoo good at that!” Bachira fake whined, pinching his boyfriend’s side.

“Ehe! I learned from the best.” Isagi smiled at him, eyes soft and warm and god he looked so kissable right now-

“Mmph!” Isagi made a noise of surprise when Bachira leaned in, capturing his lips with his own. It didn’t take long before Isagi returned the favor, melting against him. “What was that for?” He asked when they eventually broke apart.

“Felt like it.” Bachira grinned before his smile dampened, a shadow passing over his eyes. “Do you…really mean it?”

“About? Oh.” Isagi blinked, shaking out of his brain fog. “About your art? Absolutely!” Reaching back, he pulled the notebook over, handing it to Bachira with a patient smile. “You don’t have to show me now- but I do think your work is amazing. There’s so much…you in it, you know? Like- just that one piece alone- that’s what the artsy folks call it right? A piece? Anyway- looking at it, I could feel you in it- like you were using your soul as ink. I know it’s me- but I felt like we were one in that moment.” He smiled a bit awkwardly, scratching his cheek. “That sounded really pretentious now, didn’t it?”

Bachira couldn’t speak. He couldn’t find his voice. His vision suddenly grew very blurry.

“Bachira? Oh my god- I’m so sorry! I meant it in a good way! Please, don’t cry.” Isagi sounded panicked, reaching out and wiping the tears falling down his boyfriend’s face with his thumb. “I’m sorry.”

“N-No, no it’s not-” Bachira sniffed, smiling through the tears. “I’m so happy…I’m just-really, really happy right now.” Isagi’s face relaxed, and he leaned in to kiss Bachira’s wet cheeks. “That means more than you know, Isagi. Thank you.”

Isagi smiled, cheeks warming with pride. He leaned in to kiss him properly before starting to sit up. “We should get dinner before they close the cafeteria. Care to join me?”

Bachira laughed, sitting up and putting his notebook back in its usual place. “I’d love to.” He took Isagi’s outstretched hand, letting himself be pulled up and escorted, hand in hand. “And I love you, Yoichi.”

The other looked back at him, eyes dancing. His smile nearly split his face from how happy he looked. It never failed to take Bachira’s breath away. “I love you too, Meguru.”

Later that night, Bachira finally drew his perfect Isagi- smiling the way he did in that moment.

Thanks for reading!

[sheafrotherdon]

REPAIR SHOP 4 ELECTRIC BOGALOO?!?!? 👀👀👀👀👀

So, this chapter has two big arcs (beside the repair of a hand-painted jigsaw puzzle): Joe's gallery show, and why Booker did what he did. Writing the Booker arc is a slow process because I have to get every twist and turn pinned down just right. Joe's arc is easier.

Nicky collects [Joe's] to-do lists like shells washed up on a beach, fixes them to the fridge with magnets and tape and, once or twice, consolidates everything. He leaves the struck-through lists in a little pile on the coffee table and Joe doodles on them while he’s on the phone. Nicky takes each tiny piece of art and fixes it to the fridge door again—another gallery, he thinks, a kaleidoscope show of Joe’s preparation. There’s a cartoon Joe looking exasperated, with lightning bolts shooting from his head, and another where he looks at cartoon Nicky with comically-big hearts in his eyes. There are sketches of Andy, and Quynh, and a cartoon of Nile with her tongue between her teeth, wrestling a giant urn into artistic submission, a paintbrush stuck behind her ear. There are pictures of dogs and cats and a starling likeness of the pigeons that like to sit on their windowsill, and sometimes there are simply words in beautiful script or jagged relief. It's a source of wonder to watch Joe settle, moment by moment, into ever greater confidence about the show. Now that the first risk of being turned down by every gallery he approached is behind him, Joe seems steadier, as if he’s planted his feet and found his bearings; as if he can lean into the wind of whatever’s next and not be bowled over. When nerves hit, he draws them as cartoonish monsters with pointed claws and wide-open mouths, towering over a tiny Joe who shakes his fist in their faces. Twice Nicky finds himself rendered on a scrap of paper with a sword and shield, Joe behind him, facing down the monsters on his behalf. In both drawings, Joe’s beaming. Recognizing the growing breadth of Joe’s ease makes Nicky feel something hot and tight in his chest—pride, maybe, mixed with the astonishing fact of knowing Joe intimately, and being known intimately in return. It makes him light-headed with happiness, has him backing Joe up against the kitchen counter when they get home from work and kissing him slowly, savoring every little hitch in Joe’s breathing, the span of his warm hands at his waist, the texture of the hair at the back of his neck, soft against Nicky’s fingertips.

[whydoibe]

I have an idea for setting up the start of dragons rising season 3 be warned of the spoilers ahead

I warned u

It was a new normal but a welcomed calm the ninja were ok with losing jay that was a lie and everyone new it kai was the only one that seemed attualy calm, but nya new that was because he didn't see him the hate in his eyes the pure disgust in losing and her telling him how she felt and who she was nya moved to sit the day was fruitless Lloyd Fraq and Sora failed to locate Arin it seemed more hopless every day Today was her Cole Zane and kai went looking for jay they found nothing they didn't know he had worked for the administration and was now a know fugtive still nothing but today wasn't entirly fruitless they found the walkers junk yard Ed and Edna seemed all to relived at thier presence they talked and talked but once we told them about jay they went quite walking to letter sealed and a key handing it over telling them to open it once they got home sending them off.

Now nya stood letter in hand key to the side she new what it was but new it was meant for jay not her putting in a draw with many other things she thought might jogg his memories a bunch of photos but also well a bit of fangpyre venom just encase they needed to go the kiss root. Closing the draw, nya made her way to the table she smelled curry that smell that she knew. Zane decided tonight he would make jays curry to true and cheer everybody up she hated to say it was working the taste was different but she knew she was bias a little they talked and talked sora and fraq seemed to be getting along geo and Zane got in argument about what constitutes a living thing to his powers testing it Zane was now stuck until geo decide to let him go after dinner they laughed as Zane said it wasn't funny but it was he new it then she spotted something over head a spark lightning she thought with the short time she had the element of lightning she felt the clouds the sky the thunder their power their symphony jay always talked about it and she finally got to hear it she herd her name sung in it according to jay the elemental masters of lighting of the past all the way to the first one would put a song into it and it comforted her to now he chose her to be his addition she added hers it was his name.

Dinner wrapped up, and Zane was let go with the promise of doing the dishes, and that was dinner. It was a busy day, so everyone was heading to bed to sleep. The storm had set in how unfortunate she thought jay would love this lights off and good night nya didn't know what time she woke up but it was to a gaint lighting strick outside her window when she got she smelt it gass how what did Zane not turn of the gas valve no he'd rember that right walking to get every one out even if she didn't know the source but they needed out before a spark happens in kais or wyldfrye sleeps and the bomb she made her way to thier doors getting them up everyone off the noticing the smell and imdently leaving aware of what it meant.

"Zane u shut off the gas right" Cole asked

"Yes, I am." Zane didn't get to finish that sentence before a snickering laugh could be heard from well everywhere, a cruel sadistic laugh then as quickly as the lightning flashed a bolt struck the ground infront of them and there he stood jay he stretched wearing the wolf amour glising as they stared in shock he seemed to stretch before turning around and his red eyes became painfully clear and the smirck on his face was clearly displaying his less than ideal intentions.

"Well, we meet again," his voice deeper. " I have an offer to make," he stopped waiting for an awnser.

"Jay" nya cried his smirck Turing to disgust at her vioce she started to walk toward ksi grabbing her shoulder right she thought we don't know his intentions.

"What do you want" Cole asked

"I need the dragon icon"

Lloyd looked shocked who he'd know about that no one knew but the ninja how'd he know.

"That's a demand not a deal"

"The deals simple your monstary for the dragon icon give it to me or fire and ash is what will remain of your presouis home nothing but ash" he snickered giggling a little at it was he insane who would laugh at that what was funny.

"How why? When is the gas" Zane stored the relzation creaking over them all he was kidding he was serous and tonight was a eltrical storm even I'd they separated him from the monstary he could command the lightning to strike.

"No" Lloyd stated hands glowing green

"What was that"

"He said no," kai stated, looking at jay with hope that he'd stop and say it was a cruel joke nya new that never happened. Jay looked at them

"5"

"What are y-"

"4"

"Jay stop th"

"3"

"Please don-"

"2"

"Run"

"1" the lightning suruned him and bang a white flash and then silence every were the monstary roasting in flames as he turned to face them hood down eyes glowing red he wanted to fight for the icon.

"What have u dun jay" kai cried it seemed to hit they weren't dealing with thier jay a brave kind stupidly intelligent boy they were dealing with a lose broken wild card with out pity or mercy turned on.

"I gave u a choice u choose this you've with it" he smircked red surrounding him.

"U will pay for this" kai stated charging at him fire covering his fist jay and him were evenly matched until jay used that accursed art shatterspin kai upon seeing jay perform it without the gong scared him this meant he was trained and trained well kai performed dragons rising but jay amhad trained to seemingly in an instant jay was gone with a flash as kai crashed into the flames being caught under some debri.

Nya loyd Zane and Cole nodded they started combat while the kids freed kai he was injured heavily a lightning shaped burn covered his chest and left arm. Jay reappeared short circuiting Zane causing him to collapse In pain not moving Lloyd charged and jay was gone with a crackle and then.

" Cole, look out," nya cried as jay appeared, knocking Cole out and blasting him into a wall. Nya performed dragons rising, and he was gone again she went back up where was he Lloyd also locked, confused , and she saw the sparks there she stopped down, hitting Lloyd he was telported into his place they collapsed from the double techniques hitting each other. Jay smircked the carnge till.

"Ahh" wyldfrye screaming the fire in her hand making contact to his left eye fire burning it destroying his sight in it he flung her off clutching his left eye running to the foutain looking to see his eye destroyed blinded his eyebrow notched with the flame he laughed in shock snickering.

"How pitful that's the best you got I can think of a thousand other things you could do with that nun of them pleasant I could kill you were u stand with out a second thought how about that.

Jay stopped as his ear peace beeped.

"Walker we need u quickly do you have it"

Looked around the nearly dead ninja and realising he probaly should have retrieved it first.

"No ras"

"It doesn't matter get here now"

Jay looked around thunder crackling and then nothing he was gone.

[awritesthings1]

How to Disappear (Chapter 6)

Anakin Skywalker x Reader

Word Count: 2.3k

Summary: What happened on Coruscant after the events on Mustafar.

AO3 link

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Vader collapses on the table, but it’s not from the pain. No, he feeds on that. But Anger? Oh, he feels that. Raging and fiery, it pulses in the palm of his fist, passing through his body like blood. The cuts and bruises across his body are numb by comparison. He knows there’s no turning back now. This is who he is. This is who he always has been and all he ever will be.

Which is why he doesn’t notice the metal buckles strapping his wrists to the table beneath his back until it’s too late. So, Vader does what he does best and thrashes like a rabid monster. Because even in his delirium, he still thinks you are on the other side of the room, ready to burst in and take him away from this hell. But you never do, and it burns more than any fire. All he feels is your sharp touch against his skin and the vivid shade of blue that framed your body.

The Force within bites, pushing and struggling for a release that does not come.

“Stay still.” His new master hisses.

That wakes him out of his anger fueled daze. Droids race to secure a metal device around his head as he is bolted down to the table. “What are you doing?” Vader yells.

“I am making you more powerful.”

The cuffs tighten unbearably. He reaches out to the Force to fight back, but is struck with a zap of lightning. It lights up the room, momentarily revealing source of the electricity. His own Master. And for every sharp volt passing through Vader’s body, he sees the pleasure in his Master’s eyes as lightning bolts are unleashed from the tips of his fingers. Power. This was power.

Vader’s jaw clenches uncontrollably, causing his teeth to chatter despite the heat of the electricity coursing down his body. He twitches through it, slamming his head back and forth against the table, hoping for the hit that will knock him out. It never comes.

His body continues to convulse and pulse, twitching to the rhythm of the shocks. Slowly but surely, his tongue forgets the taste of blood, and his eyes feel heavier than the cuffs.

If you asked him, he wouldn’t be able to recall when the darkness kicked in.

Because it was always there.

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When he wakes, he finds himself catching his breath in what appears to be an empty bunker. The bed beneath his back is stiff and strong, drawing a groan from the boy when he wakes. Somewhere in the room, a fan whirls humid air through a rattling vent. But what draws his attention, is an old man sitting to his side. Most of the stranger’s face blends into the shadows hidden from beneath a hood.  

“No need to be alarmed, my son, I’m not here to hurt you,” the old man grabs his hand, squeezing it gently. His voice is parched as he speaks, “you took a great fall, but not to worry. You will come right.”

The boy blinks, having a dry mouth himself. “Where am I?” Tension lurks in the silence unbeknownst to him. His thoughts are fried like a malfunctioning machine scrambling to reassemble itself. With a lick across his lips he adds, “who am I?”

A faint smile creeps along the man’s face. “You are my apprentice, Darth Vader.”

The boy winces, clutching at his head when a zapping pain spikes across his skull.

“You don’t remember the fall, do you?” The old man comments.

The boy, Vader, purses his lips while staring at the opposite wall attempting to recall the memory. His temple protests profusely, to which he flinches. Exhaling out of frustration, Vader replies. “I’m afraid not… Master.”

He fears for what his Master might think. How weak and helpless he must look.

“Not to worry, I’m sure it will all come back to you eventually.”

Then, with a slap to his knee, his Master exits the room without so much of a glance. The tension in Vader’s shoulders fall, whether it is out of relief or exhaustion, he isn’t sure. Something felt off. Different.

Vader rushes to roll back the covers and inspect his body. A series of irritated scars branch out across his body. None are bruised or inflamed like he expects. Besides the red lines, they are surface level at best.

Curiously, Vader traces a finger down one of the branches on his bare chest.

Not a flinch.

-

Ghosts lived in the hallway outside his door. They played together somewhere behind the vent, slashing, biting, and rattling the wall. Never to be seen but always to be heard. And in the early hours of the morning, shadows peeled back to reveal the scratches they left behind on the frame of his bed. Even under his breath, they hide, slipping a shivering wave of air into his bed. Bur when he turns his head to catch them, they are gone, disappearing into the shadows where they live.  

Vader was long past paranoia. Blood crusted his lips from all the time spent nervously biting them. His ears rung from the silence, and his eyes strained whenever a glimpse of light flashed into his room. The ghosts just wanted a reaction out of him, but he wouldn’t give them one. It had been a week since he woken up in the bunker and his Master was yet to return. No doubt, this was another one of his Master’s tests. First, the attack on the Jedi Temple, and now his psyche.

And so, he tries to find content in the freezing room, meditating over his life as if he were still a Jedi. Maybe the isolation will help him be more in touch with the dark side of the Force. Because that was all he wanted, right?

The ghosts answer, blowing a hiccup of air through his rattling vent.

Vader welcomes the way his blood boils in response. This was the feeling of power, he tells himself. This must be what he wants.

Another day passes, and he is beginning to forget the sound of his Master’s voice. The red streaks on his skin had lightened considerably, being almost naked to the eye. But he still felt them where the metal frame of his bed dug into his skin.

The next night, he met you.

You were a ghost, but not the kind that antagonized him. You appeared more curious than cruel and more sad than savage. Vader recalls the way his brain short-circuited when you reached for him. Your outstretched arm looked so frail. Never did he picture a ghost as serene as you. You held yourself with an endearing confidence that pinched his nerves. He feared you were a hologram of some sort, sent by the Jedi to torment him. But when your trepid touch prodded carefully at his check, his world collapsed.

Because in some odd sense, you felt real. Not some intangible ghost drawn from his imagination, but a living coherent being that was there sharing this moment with him. He was already grieving your absence.

The next few hours he spent clawing at his skin trying to determine what was real and what was fake. His body paid the price. All the isolation, ghosts and drowsiness were taking its toll. Time only grew slower and slower, mocking his decaying form by each minute. Anxiety flourished into a blooming forest, cornering him into a deep dark cave. He felt so alone, so weak, so empty.

And then somewhere in his misery, a voice called out to him.

He tries to blink away the sporadic blue light in his eye, but it refuses to disappear.

And just like that, he was drawn into your world again.

Beneath the crack of his door, a gentle dispersion of soft blue blinks at him.

Vader pauses the voices rambling in his head. It couldn’t be… could it? Was it that ghost he met the other night? Or was he more delusional than he thought?

Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrr chnk!

The enforced door to his bunker protests at the hinges before releasing with a grunt.

Vader swallows.

“Master?” He calls out.

No answer.

He calls again with a rasp. “Master?”

The door creaks open enough to reveal that the blue light was no longer on the floor outside his door but peaking around the corner of the hallway. Vader shuffles to his feet, momentarily seeing white spots in his vision. Entranced, he steps closer to the door, deaf to the panels creaking beneath his weight. The door nudges itself open as he nears, revealing a hallway.

Vader feels his heart beating in his stomach. Outside, a narrow strip of lights lines the corridor. They flicker carelessly, casting humanoid shadows onto the walls that appear to move each time the lights come back on. He tries to ignore it, turning to face the direction of where the light disappeared, but a drop of water falling onto his face pulls him away. Above him, a pipe drips dangerously close to a hanging wire. Static sparks to life before pulling the corridor into darkness. His chest stills, attempting to sense any misguided movements. On cue, a chilling draft sweeps through the corridor. He steals the moment to swallow a gasp of air when suddenly a finger swipes across the back of his shoulder. Vader jerks violently, almost tripping over the hanging wire.

Snapping his head faster than he can blink, he turns, again finding nothing.

More and more, Vader was beginning to feel delusional. First the voice, then the faint blue light, now a touch. Not to mention the floating blue ghost he saw the other night. His teeth chatter involuntarily. The shadows continue to swallow away the details. Yet in the corner, the blue light continues to tip back and forth across the floor. Vader gives himself two seconds to recover before bundling the last strands of energy to launch over to the blue light.

Next thing he knew, he was chasing it around the halls. Each time it was within hands reach, it disappeared only to reappear further away. Vader was beyond gone to question anything anymore. His eyes twitched at the overstimulation while he stumbles and crashes into walls without a care. The sharp corners only slowed him down momentarily before that sickening rush of power hasten his feet into a sprint. A trickle of blood leaks into his vision, blurring the corridor into vivid shades of red. But the vibrant flash of blue fights back, lighting his way despite the persistent shadows, until finally he stills in front of another enforced door.

Vader gives himself one second to breathe, attempting to refocus the adrenaline into his fists. He remembers that his hands were always stronger than his words. That was how he got his metal arm after all.

Before he can think much of it, the enforced door slides open.

And just like that, the groaning pipes settle into silence, and the blue light disappears into a cunning red.

Vader blinks twice, wiping away the blood in his eye.

Lying on a table in the center of a laboratory is a girl. Her hands are neatly folded over her stomach as if she were asleep. But he knows she’s not. Her chest is still, stuck in a permanent slumber.

He takes a step closer.

Her body is draped in a dark cloak, much like the outfits worn by users of the dark side.

The floorboards creak behind him—

No one is there.

Vader’s heart pauses as if it were also straining to sense a presence.

Scanning the corridor, he finds no one. Not even a ghost.

Vader throws his back against the wall, carefully watching the girl on the table.

She doesn’t move or speak.

His head throbs.

The ghosts. This was all the ghosts’ faults.

“…My boy.”

Vader chokes on his saliva, reeling away from his Master that had all but appeared from the shadows.

Through hunger, exhaustion and fear, the last wall holding Vader together comes crashing down. He welcomes the heat in his veins and the call of the darkness. It engulfs him by the throat, suffocating the remaining pieces of his soul. What’s left is a broken man starved of light. When he roars, the walls shake. “WHAT IS THIS!”  

His Master, Darth Sidious, remains unbothered by his apprentice’s manic behavior.

“WELL?” His voice is raw as if he had been yelling for days on end.

“How is your head?” The tone of Sidious’ voice holds no empathy.

Vader’s eye twitches.

A moment passes until Sidious’ gaze trails over to the girl on the table. “I see you found our mortuary.”

Vader is quick to change his temper. “Who was she?”

Sidious stares at the girl for a second longer.

“Nobody special,” he replies. His apprentice is on the floor trembling. It brings a smile to his lips. Because now Darth Vader was exactly how Sidious wanted him. Broken. Leaving him in that bunker had corrupted his sanity and made him weak. Weak enough to lose touch with the Force. And that’s what made him the perfect puppet.

Of course, the desperate measures were necessary to erase the memory of you out of Vader’s head. How else would he have been able to get under his skin if you continued to live inside his memories? Taking you from him was the only way. Ultimately, it came at the cost of Vader’s diminished connection to the Force, but the dark side of the Force could be relearned. For now, Sidious would exploit Vader’s vulnerability and mold him into the Empire’s most powerful weapon.

A thud draws Sidious from his thoughts. Vader had collapsed into the wall out of exhaustion.

Sidious is pleased.

Although, he can’t help but to find it rather amusing that Vader had failed to realise that the body on the table wasn’t just a random body.

It was yours.

[hiraethhh-h]

day 4 - minute

fandom: dead by daylight

paring: pyramid head x gn! reader

warnings: none

wc: 666

12 day writing challenge

the sound of the gong shook the ground beneath your feet, orange molten-like lights cracking through the Earth as it rumbled violently. “shit, shit…” you hissed, hurrying your digging inside the chest. you pushed aside pieces of scrap, wood shavings, and rusted tools until you finally grabbed the handle of something. a purple medkit stared you in the face, a sigh of relief leaving you as you quickly stood. upon making your way out of the worn shack, you spotted nea headed your way.

thank the gods she was okay. you knew she could hold her own, but sometimes the killers treated her ruthlessly because of her snarky attitude towards them. “nea! is dwight okay?” you were quick to ask, the beanie-wearing woman nodding in response. “yeah, he should be grabbing a gate by now.” nea responded, looking to the item in your hand. she whistled approvingly, “nice find. now we’ve gotta bounce.” she jerked her thumb over her shoulder. you nodded, quickly following after the girl.

a gunshot-like sound pierced the air, drawing you and nea’s attention. the two of you shared a look before bolting in the direction the sound had come from. upon rounding the large scrap wall, a large pyramid headed figure was seen chasing dwight. the poor guy was panicking as he ran, his eyes blown wide as he narrowly missed another field of torment that tore its way through the ground for him.

“shit… i got enough juice for one more save.” nea gestured to the flashlight she held, a small purple band at the end of the handle. “i’ll get the gate then help you two out. i’ll leave this bad boy nearby too for dwight.” you nodded. with that, the two of you parted ways. as you pulled the lever down, you could hear dwight doing his best to keep pyramid head off him.

the large door shuddered before sliding open. you quickly set down the medkit before going to join nea and dwight, dwight’s scream echoing throughout the air once he was struck down. you waited for the queue to help, seeing nea crouched behind a car waiting for the moment to strike.

pyramid head bent down to pick up dwight by the waistband, hauling the male over his shoulder. just then, nea hopped out and shined her flashlight at the killer. “this is for kate, asshole!” she shouted. a groan-like sound left the male, dwight quickly dropping to the ground as pyramid head used his arm to shield where his eyes would be.

you dashed forward, slinging dwight’s arm over your shoulder to haul the male to the exit. he called your name in shock, nea joining the two of you on dwights other side. the three of you hauled ass to the gate, pyramid head not too far behind. once you crossed the threshold, you handed dwight off to nea. “go, i’ll be right behind you guys.”

nea furrowed her brows, sending you a look before turning to leave. dwight frowned, “be careful, you don’t have much time left…” he wheezed out. the two of them passed into the fog, disappearing as the Entity returned them to the campfire.

exhaling shakily, you picked up the purple medkit you had left in the gate. behind you, the sound of metal dragging along the concrete sent shivers down your spine. “sorry about that pyra, you know we have to play fair.” you spoke over your shoulder, turning to face the larger figure. pyramid head simply ‘stared’ down at you, his head tilted ever so slightly. of course he understood, that’s how most trials went after all.

you placed your hand on his arm, giving it a gentle squeeze. “i’ll see you later, okay?” you murmured, giving him a faint smile. the gong reverberated through the map once more, reminding you that time was indeed almost up like dwight had warned. with that, you turned to let the fog envelop you and bring you back to the other survivors.

[shannara810]

Meeting the Gods, part 1

Poseidon: "What's the meaning of this, brother?"

The order had been to come on Olympus right away. The King of the Gods had gathered them: Ares, Demeter, Apollo, Athena... all had answered to Zeus' command. All the Twelve Major Gods.

Zeus sat on his throne, crown on his head and bolt in his hand. He was furious.

However it was not on them that his angry gaze was fixed, no. Zeus stared with scorn at something in the middle of the Throne room.

A Titan, a monster, even one of the Primordials: those were the treats Poseidon the Earthshaker expected to find that night, not... this.

On the floor stood... a child. Curly dark hair, red and plump cheeks, a sweet smile. The baby was wearing a blue onesie with a black pegasus on his chest.

The child was blissfully unaware of the danger he was in. He sat there, playing with his toes and gurgling happily. He looked no older than one year old.

However human the child was not. Poseidon could see them without any effort, those black wings of shadows and power that spread from the little one's back.

Zeus hissed words full of venom: "A new threat, brother. An abomination ready to destroy us. A child of the Sacred Ban!"

Angry voices filled the room. A child of the Sacred Ban: impossible!

Unlike the other Gods, scared and outraged, Athena was puzzled by the sight of the child: "Father, what's this being? I can feel a shard of us inside of it, godly energy in a body of flash and blood. However great is its power, but not one I can recognize."

While she spoke, the child got bored with his feet. He scrunced his nose, turning to look at them one by one. However when the kid's gaze fell on the God of Seas giving him a smile all dimples, Poseidon was struck by a sense of deja vu. He knew that smile, he knew it well. It was Sally Jackson’s smile.

Zeus: "He is..."

"Of my blood. You thought I wouldn't notice, brother?"

Zeus: "He is an abhorrence! He is..."

A voice rang out in the Throne room, loud and clear. "He is my son."

Suddenly bright meteors burst in, swirling furiously and destroying everything on their path. The Olympic gods stood up to fight, shielding their eyes but to no avail. The light of the meteors was blinding and a deafening whistle brought them to their knees.

Yet the child remained unharmed. He just laughed happily at such display of power.

"You're having fun, aren't you Luke?"

Hermes: "What?!"

When the blinding light finally faded beings made of crackling energy stood before the Olympian Gods, pointing weapons at their throat.

They were not ordinary monsters. Four animal faces whirled furiously for each being, while giant wings glowed with power and rage: Angels, the worst weapon their hated enemy, the Only God, had.

Regardless of the danger they were in, Percy Jackson stooped to take the child in his arms. The only thing he cared about was to make funny faces for him.

The demigod didn't even look at them when he spoke: "Uncle, you kidnapped my son and thought I would let it go?"

Ares: "Let's kill them both and end it this once for all!"

The blade at the throat of the God of War sank a little deeper, drawing ichor.

Zeus: "How dare you? You little half-breed, after all the favors you’ve been given! Plotting with the enemy!"

Percy kept smiling. "Now, uncle. I’d watch my words if I were you. 'Cause you see, my friends here have been ordered not to kill. But HIM... he might not have too much trouble with it".

Hermes: "You... you have named the baby after my son."

Percy: "More likely I lost a bet with his father. Luke's other father, I mean 😅."

Suddenly it was like all the light was drawn from the Throne room. The air started to sizzle with a power greater than the angels' as majestic wings of darkness unfolded themself, wrapping everything and everyone in their grip.

The Gods could not run, they could not talk. Their powers whitered as flowers away from the sun, away from the earth. Everything was pure Darkness and the Darkness was everything. There was no room for anything else.

For a moment it looked like the Darkness wanted to feed on them, as even Khronos had not been able to do. Then it opened like a curtain made of shadows and a man came out it.

A man wearing a leather jacket and with a murderous expression on his young face. The very embodiment of Wrath.

A man no one of the Olympians would ever forget.

That man was Luke Castellan.

@darkcrowprincess (not sure what the heck this is 😅)