#So giving him two arms would be just further feed into that disconnection.

[empty-blog-for-lurking]

I remember you said something about Kuron getting a tattoo once? How would he go about it? Something complicated and cool he put a lot of thought into OR did he just do it on a whim?

Like hes walking down a street or something, sees a tattoo studio and decides to wing it?(bc Shiro would NEVER)

Oh definately both, like the first tattoo he got was definately an impulse decision tramp stamp he lowkey regrets. However the other tattoos do have a lot more thought put into them, and have lot of motifs related to death, rebirth, freedom, individuality, anger and other such things. Like both Kuron's love for literature and symbolism and his tendency to mythologize himself really just bleed into him coming up with some really meaningful but also edgy tattoos

[decent0distraction]

Solo harmony au - part 4

Now that I have ranted and raved about the little details and dynamics a bit, let’s finally talk about the storyline.

The last night of Baby’s Concert for the Pop Troops ends with a rocky fight between the two royal sisters before everyone moves out to the next posting.

Also just to be clear, the Baby team, by John Dory’s design, is going to the same safe zone towns the Pop troops are as a way to…um, gain further fame for Baby from the soldiers and the civilians. Branch, however, believes that John Dory set it up this way so Branch could use the perfect harmony to heal the spirits of those negatively impacted by the war. And it’s war, so that means literally everyone.

I’m sure that miscommunication won’t be a problem. Anyway-

With their soldiers were drunk, asleep, or at least taking one last time to relax before back into the fray, Viva and Poppy follow each other, arguing, while Branch and his brothers are wrapping up.

“I just need you to explain your thought process to me, Poppy,” Viva said as she rubbed her temples. “What could possibly make you think it would be expectable to-“

“-Oh, please, enough with the mature, regal act. You think you’re better than everyone when really, you’re just full of yourself. Okay? So take it down about 10 notches-“

“-Don’t talk to me like that! I’m still your queen-“

“-Yep, sure are!” Poppy shoved Viva to the ground, gaining the attention of Branch and Floyd, Bruce stepping in.

“Hey, um, your highnesses? Maybe there’s something we can do to help sort this out,” he offered.

John Dory and Clay suggested Branch and Floyd go back to their tent, Floyd agreeing.

“Yeah, Branch. Let’s just-“ but Branch leapt off the stage, knowing that words wouldn’t reach the disconnected sisters.

“I want to run,” he sang. “I want to hide.”

Poppy hadn’t yet turned to Branch, but Viva had and saw the glow beginning to form around the pop star.

“I want to tear down the walls that hold me inside.”

Poppy saw something reflecting in Viva’s eyes and turned around to stare in wonder and amazement as the perfect harmony echoed off of Branch as he sang.

“I love this song,” Viva sighed, smiling at the memories the melody brought her.

“I watch to reach out.”

Poppy couldn’t help but join in. “And touch the flame.”

“Flame,” Branch sang, happy to have a singing partner who seemed to actually enjoy singing. “Where the streets have no name.”

While humming along, Poppy held her hand out to dance with Branch. But when he reached out to accept, the glow pulsed and began to wrap around Poppy’s hand and up her arm.

Startled and a little drunk, she pulled away.

Branch feared her offended her and stopped singing, the glow lost.

“What was that,” Viva asked. “I’ve never felt so at peace; so…so safe.”

“Yeah, whatever that was,” Poppy said, shaking her head. “I’ve never seen anything like it. Hey, is that gonna do anything to my hand? Because listen, super-Troll good looks, I’ve always had ‘em. But super-Troll strength; I mean, can you imagine the possibilities with-“

“-No, no, it won’t do anything to you. Or at least, it shouldn’t, right, JD,” Branch asked, all eyes on John Dory.

“Uh, well, you know…I don’t know,” John Dory admitted. “But I’m sure the princess will be fine.”

“Please don’t sue us,” Clay pleaded.

No one gets sued, of course, and nothing happens to Poppy. But Branch is kept awake that night by the possibility that if the princess was able to almost take on the harmony with him, then maybe he can give it to the Bergens and prevent them from wanting to eat Trolls.

But when he tries to suggest it to his brothers…

“Branch, you can’t be serious,” Floyd fussed. “You really think we’re going to let you put yourself in danger like that?”

Branch couldn’t believe it. “But the whole point of these concerts and shows is to share the perfect harmony and help Trolls. The Bergens feed on happiness; what else could be better than-“

“-You’re not doing it and that’s final,” John Dory cut off sternly.

Branch got closer as he spoke. “But that isn’t fair for the Trolls that have lost everything to the Bergens! Maybe this is why I’m the only one of us who can produce the perfect harmony; because you won’t do what’s right and I will-“

The air was heavy and buzzed like static after John Dory slapped Branch, the oldest horrified as he watched himself send the little body of his baby brother to the ground.

“Branch!” Floyd and Clay fussed over him, Bruce calming them down.

“Okay, okay, you two. Just give us a second here. Branch, babe, you okay? Did he twist your neck? Let me see where he hit you.” Holding Branch’s chin, Bruce sighed at the red mark from JD’s open hand. “You should be okay. Go back with Floyd and Clay. We’ll join you guys soon.”

Branch didn’t move except to shrug Floyd’s and Clay’s hands off of him when they tried to help him up. He stared at John Dory. “Both of you, right? No one is going to leave?”

Bruce gave him a smile. “Both of us. No one’s gonna lea-“

“-I need to hear it from him,” Branch stated.

John Dory turned to Branch and held his hand out to help his littlest brother up. “I’m not going anywhere, shining star.”

“Okay,” Branch nodded, standing up while refusing any of the four hands offered to him. “Floyd, Clay, let’s hurry up and head back before it gets to dark to see.”

And my dearest reader, I wish I could I say that when John Dory and Bruce joined their younger brothers in their tent, they all sat down and saw reason, agreeing to Branch’s idea.

But the only thing that happens is that Bruce, Clay, and Floyd supervise a well thought out apology between the oldest and the youngest, before John Dory awkwardly excuses himself and Branch is shooed off to bed like a child.

And nothing happens. Er, for another week, that is.

I mean, nothing except that Bruce keeps catching Poppy sneaking into Baby’s rehearsals.

Poppy watched from the rafters as Branch had fun with a number, pulling Clay away from his work to dance with him. “You can dance. You can jive.”

She thought it was strange that when Clay sang with him, the older one didn’t glow too. “Having the time of your life.”

“Hold it, hold it,” John Dory called, Branch dropping his happy mood and Clay returning to his work. “Branch, we talked about this. These rehearsals are hard work. Not for you to interrupt Clay or anyone else while they’re working.”

Clay rolled his eyes. “Lay off, will you? He’s just trying to make things fun. Isn’t fun what being a pop star is supposed to be?”

“Not when we have four shows back to back,” John Dory argued.

“We? He wouldn’t have to do four shows back to back if you hadn’t set them up that way,” Floyd reminded him.

“Please don’t fight,” Branch requested. “That won’t solve anything. I’m sorry, JD. Clay’s right; I was just trying to make things fun. It makes the harmony stronger for the performance.” Clay looked smug and Branch gave him a look. “But JD’s right too. We have work to do. Speaking of, let’s run through Wanna Dance. I need to lock down the choreography before we start on the performance for Wonderwall.”

John Dory proudly watched Branch seamlessly perform the fourth song in the set.

Meanwhile, the princess was effortlessly climbing along the rafters to get a closer look.

“Oh, I wanna dance with somebody. I wanna feel the heat with someb-“

“-Hey, who’s up there,” Bruce called, halting the rehearsal and sending all eyes towards Poppy as a flashlight was directed at her.

“The princess? But why would-“ Branch’s question was interrupted when she fell, catching herself with her hair and landing on her feet.

“Sorry,” she shrugged, sober and sheepish. “I just had to see more of that glowing thing you made happen.”

Branch approached her kindly. “It’s okay. I understand-“

But John Dory got in the way. “Forgive us, your highness. But this is a closed rehearsal-“

“-JD, you’re being rude. It’s fine, your highness. Really,” Branch insisted.

“You can just call me Poppy. The only Trolls who call me your highness are the guards and they’re all assholes. So…”

So yeah. Poppy watches the rehearsal until the ground starts shaking. She may be a princess and a pain in the ass, but she was still trained for this kind of thing. So when a scout warns that a Bergen has been spotted nearby, she prepares to defend Branch and his family.

However, the Bergen isn’t attacking. Things die down but everyone is still very much on edge.

With the concert cancelled, Branch tells his brothers that he’ll meet them at their tent, staying behind to tell Poppy his idea.

And Poppy, who has always been either a joke or the spare, agrees to help Branch find that Bergen and test his theory.

And that’s all for right now, people. More to come.

[suicide-with-dazai]

I HAD A GREAT IDEA

Fyodor, but he feeds his s/o aphrodisiac pills .

have fun reading !!!

Things i must mention:

-drug usage-fem!reader-fyodor x fem!reader-aphrodisiac usage-implied zuicide attempt-overdose-stimulant drugs-smut-cunalingus-

_///NSFW CONTENT~18+~MINORS DNI\\\_

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You had been draped across fyodors lap for about an hour now, or two, or three, or four. unconscious as you had previously overdosed on the drugs which fyodor gave to you. he acted unfazed at this, but secretly, deep down in the hollowed out sections of hell in his rotten heart, he worried for you- worried if he gave you too much, worried if he should stop or continue testing drugs on his willingly submissive s/o.

every now and again he would look down at you as a whole, displayed along his lap, and he would touch your hair or brush his hand across your cheek.

the silence without your consciousness stabbed hard at his ears as the bubbly you; the drugged you; or even the normal you, was nowhere to be heard. just silence.....silence as you slowly woke.

"f-fedya.." you opened your clouded eyes, stuttering, dehydrated and powered only by depressant drugs, "fedya.."

you blinked what felt like a thousand blinks before your eyes became clear once again, and you saw your love, fyodor, staring back down at you with a false yet still earnest grin.

"malyshka..my darling...youre awake"

he loved you,no doubt, but his words were so intelligently and so finely positioned that you could barely tell they were artificial. he DID love you, but in this situation, you were just a tool, something to use and test his drugs on.

"fedya.." sobering up finally, you came to your senses, "aah, my head.. what happened.."

you glanced down at your thighs, an empty bottle of drugs which fyodor had you test for him.

"o-oh... i passed out 'cause i took too many pills?.." you sat up on his lap "what were those pills anyway?"

"you have no right to be questioning me, kiska, youre alive, thats all that matters"

fyodors lap was a heavenly place to be, hes the one with authority over your every move, so he gets to choose when you sit there. which wasnt often so you savoured the moment and cuddled up to his cold frame.

you wrapped your legs around his waist and pressed your chest against his, not giving your movements a second thought as you were still dazed. he secretly liked when you cuddled him though; so he took his arms around you and rocked sideways as he was greatful that you were still alive.

"im glad youre okay,malyshka, i pushed you a little too hard today, but youre the only one who will take these pills for me, i wholeheartedly apologise"

he wouldnt usually apologise, so this shocked you, however you didnt respond.

he broke away from the hug temporarily to put something into his mouth "here baby, i have something that will make you very happy for me, all this sad behaviour is killing the mood, wouldnt you say?" no questions asked, you were sad, you had almost lost your life just now, and fyodor was the only one who could change that.

your corrupted mind only submitted yourself further under him as you accepted a kiss from him.

he kissed lightly at first, then pushed his tongue into your mouth, along with what felt like another pill.

you swallowed, of course and deepened the kiss. you wrapped your weak arms around his neck and toyed with his hair. the kiss continued for a while, only getting more uncontrollably passionate..wait- thats it ! aphrodisiac !...that sick bastard, you thought

you broke the kiss, as your core heated and strings of saliva disconnected the mouths of you and him. "baby, i dont mean to kill the moment but-"

"what is it kiska? am i not good enough for you to kiss? does my mouth not taste sweet enough for you?"

"did- did you feed me.." you hesitated "aphrodisiac?"

"of course i did, baby, its your *only* way to be happy again, i didnt knock you stupid did i? why are you being so absurd all of a sudden, kiska?" corrupting you further.

you began to get more and more needy as time went by so you unknowingly pulled yourself closer to his chest,grinding across his lap as you did so.

"mhmm~ "

you were displeased with his amusement as you couldnt help it, it was his fault you were this way.

you grinded harder and began whimpering for his touch.

"fedya, baby, please"

"you want to be touched? as you wish my darling, you have been such a good girl for me recently, i will pay you back in pleasure, my dear"

as soon as this was said, you unbuttoned his shirt, followed by your own. you reached for the clasps of your bra and revealed your bare chest. fyodor just sat back and waited until you were ready to be touched.

you grabbed his cold and slender hands and put them at the zipper of your skirt, signaling for him so undress you, and that he did

soon you were wearing only lace panties and thigh high socks, both of which were just two of the pretty things fyodor had bought for you.

"are you ready my love?" fyodor stared at your nearly bare body as you layed down across the length of the sofa.

tonight was about you. your body and your pleasure. and thats what fyodor was going to give to you.

he started by placing kisses at your neck, then to your breasts, and your stomach.

your breath hitched as his warm lips got closer to your core. he adored your small waist, and began praising you for it, "bozhe moy.." his hands trailed down either side of your tiny waist "...kakaya krasavista" (my god.....what a beauty)

he then trailed his fingers to your hips, and kissed every space inbetween, then eventually reaching your pulsing core. he carefully took off your panties and put them on the floor next to him.

"ah, milaya, youre so wet for me already" he kissed at your clit and flicked it side to side with his skillful tongue. at this, you moaned as the aphrodisiac had a strong influence over your sensitive sex.

"mmmhh~~" he licked up and down your slit and planted kisses allover. "my baby...hh~" fyodor inserted his tongue and lapped up all of your juices already coming out of you.

he tongue-fucked you while staring into your eyes and he knew it felt good, he knows everything. he then moved back to your clit, sucking at it and rubbing it side to side with his warm tongue.

"fed-fedya.."

"yes dear?"

"im-"

"speak, darling speak, i didnt do this to just hear you be silent" he sucked "tell me what it is you want to say my love or i wont know"

"m'gonna- gonna cum"

he didnt speak, infact he only sucked and licked harder until you came, sweet juices flowing into his mouth he swallowed. "i see these drugs are working on you then huh, kiska?"

"mh- mhm.." still dazed with bliss from your orgasm.

and later, you came again, and again and again.

four times in one night, all for being a good girl and taking some stupid pills for him, but you loved him still.

"i should use you more often milaya" he smirked.

[frogtanii]

[buckle up; this one is a long one (1.6k words)]

things weren’t supposed to turn out this way.

she was supposed to show up, apologize “sincerely,” and the boys, her boys, were supposed to welcome her with open arms and swiftly discard of you.

instead, she was sitting in the back of a cramped police car with two pigs, one of which had a horrible b.o. problem and an affinity for sauerkraut.

it was so frustrating.

and, of course, it was all your fault.

you’d been blocking her from true happiness ever since the beginning when you’d first met in middle school. it was crazy because you’d actually seemed nice; kind, understanding, and you didn’t judge her for what her father did to her mother or for how she acted out because of that.

sure, you were a little weird and sometimes you could be downright rude to other kids in your class but you cared for her in a way that no one else had before.

(un)fortunately, you didn’t come alone — you were a packaged deal. your childhood friend, daishou, came into her life right along with you. she didn’t mind at first; daishou was fun when he wanted to be but he was mostly full of snarky comments and sarcastic quips.

the three of you spent all your time with each other; from playing at the playground to helping her begin her makeup youtube channel in 8th grade.

you all got along pretty well up until you got to highschool. once there, you threw yourself into your studies, sort of retracting yourself from her and daishou.

how selfish.

she couldn’t help but feel betrayed by you—you knew how bad she was at making friends and you didn’t even care, leaving her all alone to fend for herself.

well, not all by herself.

daishou was a constant. no matter where she was, or how alone she was feeling, he was there to provide entertainment at the most, and his presence at the least.

it wasn’t always the healthiest, most functional friendship, she could admit that. there were weeks that daishou would choose to ignore her for no apparent rhyme or reason, citing his explanation as he just didn’t feel like it.

obviously it sucked but he was her only friend, ever since you so cruelly abandoned them. i mean, you still ate lunch with them every day and invited them over to study and hang out, but it was not the same.

with you so absent, she grew closer and closer to daishou to the point she was spending almost every waking moment with him. and, as the story so goes, she fell for him, head over heels.

she knew it was a bad idea, if their friendship was anything to go off of but she didn’t care. she was desperate for love and physical affection and he seemed willing to at least give her the latter.

after she decided to confess, nerves all the way in her throat and a box of chocolates behind her back, daishou took her virginity in the back of his ford fusion, hard, fast and nothing like she’d imagined.

the next day, she’d cornered you in the library (where you always seemed to be) to tell you the good news. your face was unusually blank as she detailed the best night of her life to you, your response being less than stellar when she was done. “please be careful,” you had said.

what did that even mean? you clearly wanted to keep daishou safe from her which was ridiculous because weren’t you supposed to be her friend too? she’d stormed out of the library after that, determined to demand a kiss from daishou to make her feel better.

that day was one of the last that she’d see you for a while. you got caught up with clubs and schoolwork (and apparently therapy for god knows what) while she got caught up with daishou.

things with him weren’t... great. they never really were but things were getting even worse. his random bouts of silence got longer and though it was only freshman year and they’d been dating for less than 5 months, he’d meet with her after school with a hickey plastered on his collarbone that she knew she didn’t put there (she sucked even harder over the spot to claim it as her own).

as she said, things weren’t great but they weren’t horrible either. they remained that way all the way up until sophomore year.

you and her had drifted even further, hardly speaking to one another unless it was for a project or to vaguely greet one another in the halls. it was okay though. you had all your other friends and she... well she had daishou.

speaking of, her “boyfriend” had been more distant than usual. she wasn’t an idiot and she knew he’d been seeing other girls on the side, but she believed she would be the one he’d end up with, the one he’d marry.

how foolish she had been.

it was prom night and she felt beautiful. her beauty channel had finally begun picking up traction (she’d just hit 13k subscribers the night before!!) so she filmed a prom night makeup tutorial, making sure that every square inch of her face was perfect. donning a silky blue floor length dress, she felt like a princess and she certainly looked the part.

she showed up to daishou’s house about 30 minutes before the event, ringing his doorbell with an elated grin painted all over her face. he had mentioned in passing that his parents and older sister would be out for the weekend, leaving the house for themselves. that meant sex and sex meant being wanted.

after the third ring of the bell, she started to get nervous. maybe he wasn’t ready yet? maybe he needed help with his tie? just when she was about to wring the bell again, the door swung open to reveal daishou... not in his suit.

“oh, it’s you,” he’d grumbled. “‘m not goin’ to prom.” she felt her breath catch in her throat. she’d protested and begged for an explanation but he wouldn’t give one to her. eventually, she’d followed him into his house, furious because how could he do this to her? on her night?

it didn’t take very long for him to get fed up, his snake-like eyes honing in on her, filled with venom. “‘m not goin’ because i don’t like you anymore. you still look pretty though.”

just like that, with just a few words, he’d shattered her heart. she was frozen in place, completely disconnected from daishou, her love, as he not-so-gently pushed her out the door, slamming it in her face.

she felt tears stream down her cheeks and before she knew it, her legs were carrying her to a place she hadn’t been in months.

banging frantically on the door, she cried out, begging for someone, anyone to hear her. the door opened quickly and there you stood. you’d clearly been studying but as you took in her frazzled appearance, it seemed as though your heart broke.

you ushered her inside, sat her own the couch, and began to make her a cup of tea, your parents having been out for the night as well. once the kettle went off, you quickly prepped her drink and gave it to her, the words flowing out of her like liquid once she had taken a sip.

she didn’t know why she was even there but despite the animosity between the two of you, you seemed like you truly... cared. (neither of you mentioned the tears that stained your favorite t shirt or the quiet apologies you muttered into her hair).

that night quickly went and passed and by the next day, she was feeling rejuvenated and more like herself. however, that feeling quickly dissipated when she caught you in the hallway between classes speaking with daishou behind the stairwell in hushed tones.

within the span of a few hours, her heart had been broken twice and she was sure she’d never felt such heartache before.

she turned on her heel and darted away, avoiding your every attempt to talk to her for weeks and weeks until you just... stopped trying. after you’d cut off conversation, yet again, the sadness quickly festered and morphed into anger.

that anger only grew when she watched you graduate at the top of your class in your senior year, your smile blinding as you accepted your diploma. it only grew when she saw that you had made it into the university of your choice on your instagram story, her own rejection letter torn up in the bottom of her wastebin. it only grew when she saw you’d made your own youtube channel, her own going untouched and neglected (her last video had been a half-assed “get ready with me” that had more dislikes than likes due to her horrible makeup and even worse attitude).

soon enough, the rage had intensified until it had taken over her whole being. she was just so angry at all that you’d done to her, all the ways you’d ruined her life that she couldn’t keep herself from plotting your demise.

when she got the email from the hyper house management team that invited her into the house and offered the option that she could pick someone she wanted to move in as well, her anger turned into excitement.

this was her chance. this was her moment to turn your life into a living hell, to make it at least a fraction of what she went through by your hands.

she was going to make you pay and god, was it going to feel great.

the metal of the handcuffs chafed her wrists as she adjusted herself against the cool leather of the cruiser, the discomfort removing her from her reverie.

yeah, right. it seemed as though she was the only one “paying” right about now.

she tilted her head back to stare at the ceiling, tears filling her eyes but refusing to fall.

things definitely weren’t meant to turn out like this. not at all.

℗ poker face

not like this

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[blazedgraysons]

Could we get a part 2 to the virgin concept please... Maybe their first time idk

a/n: holy shit, i’m so sorry that it took me so fucking long to finish out my requests. i’ve just been feeling super disconnected from tumblr, but here’s a little something as i get back into wanting to write and post. i’m gonna be clearing out my inbox over the next few days (not that there’s anything to clear lmaoo, i have like four requests I want to do), but if anyone wants to send me something, i would love to write it for you! many kisses, angels, thank you for reading anything i write. i really appreciate it <333

warnings: loss of virginity, more first times, an overuse of the word fuck and probably the softest smut you’ll ever see on this account.

(this isn’t really a series, but it’s suggested you read this and this first.)

“Stop trying to be sexy.”

Grayson’s outside, doing pull-ups, soft grunts spilling out of his mouth with every rep. He looks up, a bright smile on his face when he sees you standing at the entrance of the backyard.

“I wasn’t doing anything.” He says, dropping down from the bar to move towards you.

“That’s more than enough, sometimes.” It was true; recently, it seemed you could be turned on by nothing more than just Grayson being Grayson. “Are you done, amour?”

He nods, leaning down to kiss you on the lips before walking towards the bathroom. You follow, sitting on his bed to scroll through your phone while he gets ready for a post-workout shower. Since the two of you have been taking your relationship further, everything’s escalated between you two - this unavoidable tension growing whenever you’re near each other. If anything, it was like waiting for the drop on a never-ending rise of a roller-coaster. You both knew what you were leading to, but neither of you brave enough to take the fall.

“Hey, have you seen my towel?”

And there was this part, the relentless teasing between the two of you. It was like the two of you knew about this cat-and-mouse game you two were stuck in, wanting to see who could give in first. Lingering touches whenever Grayson passes by you, warm hands always on your lower back and upper thigh. And, of course, the always semi-nakedness. He stood at the doorway, skin still shining with sweat from his workout and underwear low on his hips, showing off his abs and deep v-line. His constant working out recently has been paying off, appreciation present on your face as your eyes slowly drag down his frame.

“Y/N.” His voice roughly comes out, breaking your concentration of following a bead of sweat through the contours of his muscles. You hadn’t noticed your tongue slowly swiping over your lips, Grayson’s mouth drying at the small movement. You look up at him, trying to act as innocent as you can after getting caught checking out your boyfriend.

“My towel?” You don’t comment on how his voice is a few octaves deeper, instead choosing just to shrug.

“Probably in the wash. Just grab a new one.” He nods, watching you bite your lip as you continue to work yourself up over your own thoughts. You really weren’t joking when you had said that his presence was more than enough to turn you on, and he was starting to find it really attractive. He’s a simple man, and knowing his girlfriend finds him attractive is a healthy ego-boost, enough to make him want to see how far he can push you.

He walks over to you slowly, feeling a little stupid at this whole seduction attempt. The look in your eyes, however, resolves any insecurity he might be feeling.

“What… what are you doing?” You ask, stuttering slightly as you become eye-to-eye with his dick. You move forward to touch him, slip a small hand underneath his underwear, anything, but before you can, he stops you. He leans down to cage you in, arms on both sides of your body, so you’re face-to-face. He’s close, close enough that you can make out every minuscule detail on his face. He glances down at your lips, eyes several shades darker than when this whole interaction started, and you can’t help but moan softly, clenching your thighs as he moves closer. You feel the heat radiating off of him, and it’s like the two of you are feeding off of each other's energy, growing more turned on without having done anything yet.

He traces a palm along your inner thigh, stroking softly. Before he reaches where you want him the most, he reaches past you to grab his phone lying on the bed behind you.

“Forgot my phone.” He waves the iPhone in his hand before turning back to use the shower, laughing at the long slew of curses you’re throwing out at him. He knows that however long his shower is will be more than enough time for you to forgive him, being apart giving the both of you time to calm down. And if it isn’t, he knows just the way to apologize. He palms himself lightly, turning the water down to a colder temperature than he would’ve liked, but wanting to kill his throbbing hard-on. He knows he promised he’d wait for you, giving you however much time you needed to feel comfortable enough to sleep with him. However, he’s still a man in his prime, and he can’t help craving more than sloppy blowjobs and unpolished hand jobs. He craves you in the most intimate way, and it seems harder and harder to resist picturing you underneath him, softly moaning out with sharp nails trailing down his back, his mouth marking up your chest.

He shakes his head, almost as if trying to physically clear the image from his head. He was more than happy to wait weeks, months, even years until you were ready to be with him in that way, and he wasn’t going to let whatever fantasies he had ruin that. What the two of you needed was a hard-reset, something to break this rising tension between the two of you. He hops in the shower, shivering slightly under the cold water while coming up with a plan to romance you in the way you deserve.

When he’s finished, he walks out, surprised to see you with damp hair and a sundress on, seeming to have taken your own shower in the meantime. You smile up at him, already have forgotten the teasing from earlier. Grayson’s stomach somersaults at your soft smile, heart beating out of his chest with unbridled love for you.

“C’mon, I have a surprise for you.”

It takes about 30 minutes for him to get everything together, ordering some food to be delivered to his house before you find yourself in the passenger seat of his Tesla, hair blowing in the wind as you sing along softly to the Kid Cudi song playing in the background. He looks over, smiling at the way your skin seems to shine gold in the setting sun. You hadn’t questioned where he was taking you yet, moreso curious at the changing scenery as you drive further and further out of L.A.

“You’re not kidnapping me, right? This is the part where you finally get sick of me?” You joke, hopefully trying to prod some information out of your uncharacteristically silent boyfriend.

“You can never be romantic, huh?” He laughs, looking at you over a pair of sunglasses. After about 45 minutes, you arrive at the beach, car parked near the sand. Grayson grabs the food out of the backseat, handing you the blanket that stays in the trunk of his car.

“A picnic on the beach?” You tease lightly. “Very cliche, Dolan.” He laughs, grabbing your hand.

“Humor me.”

He leads you along the shore, waves providing a background melody to whatever meaningless conversation the two of you are having. The moment he finds a spot he feels is secluded enough, he sets the blanket and food down, pulling you into his lap.

“You’re never this nice to me.” You raise an eyebrow jokingly, wrapping your arms around his neck. You pepper light kisses along his face and neck, humming appreciatively.

“What do you mean, I’m always nice to you. Besides, can’t I spoil my gorgeous girlfriend?”

“Mhm, but you’re laying it on kinda heavy.”

“You’re so annoying.” He rolls his eyes playfully before taking out the food, handing you your meal before digging into his. You can’t help but admire the adonis of a man in front of you, the sunset giving him the infamous golden hour wash. He’s chewing on one of the sandwiches he ordered, concentrated heavily on the vegan goodness in front of him. He looks up at you, poking your face slightly.

“Quit staring. S’not nice.” He jokes, feeding you one of the chips. You don’t know why, but that simple act of domesticity does it for you, images of the future flashing in your mind. You see every part of your and Grayson’s life together, coming together like pieces of a puzzle. It seems overly apparent that there’s nobody else for you except for him, and you start to feel overwhelmed with love for him. There’s no doubt in your mind about what you want to do next.

“So, there's something I’ve been thinking about recently.” He turns to you, still chewing on his food. He cocks his head, giving you a sign to continue.

“I think I’m ready.”

“Ready for what?” His eyebrows furrow, confused at the lack of explanation.

“Ready to, y’know.” You trail off, tilting your head in hopes he’ll catch on to what you’re insinuating. When he still looks at you with a blank expression, you move your hand towards his dick, palming lightly over his pants.

“Oh.. oh!” He swallows deeply. “Are you sure, angel? I’m not trying to rush you or anything, just did this because I love you.” Your heart melts even further, and you lean forward, capturing his lips in between yours.

“Of course. Not doing this out of a whim or anything; I want it to be you because I love you. You knew that.” He laughs softly, pulling you closer to him for a light kiss. You lean forward, kissing him deeper, running your hands through his hair and shifting in his lap, trying to guide him in the direction you desired without saying anything.

“Now?” He questions. You nod, already leaning back in to keep kissing him. He pulls back.

“Are you sure, angel? I could make this better, get us a nice room, take you out to a nice dinner beforehand?”You shake your head. Whatever Grayson had planned in his mind, this was so much better - more the two of you.

“This is perfect, amour.” You assure, already leaning back into to continue where you left off. He holds your shoulder, stopping you from going in for the third time.

“Are you sure, Y/N? I want this to be perfect for you.” You stop, pouting slightly at his hesitation.

“Yes, amour. It’ll be perfect so long as I’m with you. Now, please. I don’t want to beg.” You whine, and if Grayson was any less of a man, he probably would’ve made you. However, he could feel you already growing warm in his lap, so he moves to kiss you, pulling you closer to him as he does. He feels every fiber of his being light up, electricity following wherever you touch him. You lean back, pulling on his shirt to get him to discard it. He takes it off quickly before leaning forward to kiss marks down your neck. You moan softly, trailing your nails slightly down his chest. You both lean back, breathing heavily as the sun sets completely, enveloping you two in darkness.

You take him in, not knowing what you want to do next. Even though this is your first time, you still want him to feel as good about this as you do, and so you move off his lap, him looking at you questionably. You lean down slightly, hands moving to unzip his pants. Before you could pull him out of his underwear, he stops you.

“Uh-uh, this is about you.” He grips your jaw lightly, bringing you back up so your face-to-face with him.

“What if what I want is for you to cum with your dick in my mouth?” You narrow your eyes teasingly, moving back into his lap while watching as his own eyes widen at your bold statement.

“Fuck, where the fuck did you learn to talk like that?” You smile at his response, feeling his dick jump lightly underneath you. You roll your hips experimentally, swearing breathlessly when he grips your hips harder. He controls your movements, peppering kisses from your neck down to your chest.

“Fuck, Grayson. Please, I need more.” You’re not exactly sure what you’re asking for, but he, knowing you like the back of his hand by now, is already pulling your dress off. He groans slightly when your tits are exposed, nipples hardening due to the cold ocean air. He leans forwards, taking one into his mouth, sucking and nibbling lightly, circling the other nipple lightly. He switches sides once he’s had his fill, giving your other breast the same attention, watching as you arch your back into him. Once done, he kisses down the valley of your chest, stopping at the edge of your underwear.

“Lay back.” He whispers, moving you, so you’re laid out on the blanket. You don’t hesitate, leaning back on your elbows, so you don’t miss a single movement. He slips your underwear off, whispering a ‘fucking perfect’ once you're exposed to him. He glances up at you again, features illuminated by moonlight, and you can’t help thinking how that statement perfectly describes him as well: fucking perfect. He licks a long stripe before sucking on your clit slowly.

“Grayson!” You jolt, slowly growing wetter with every movement. He slips one finger in, moving slowly.

“Grayson, more.” You whine, bucking your hips. He places a palm down, trying to still your movements.

“I know, I know. Gotta stretch you out first.” He curls his finger a few times before adding another, and you moan louder. It’s slow torture, knowing that he’s right about prepping you properly but also just wanting him to fuck you already. He moves his hand to rub your clit, and you’re done, moaning loudly as your orgasm wrecks over your entire body. You knew it wasn’t going to take much, already having worked yourself up the whole day. He leans back, letting you catch your breath while he slips off his pants and boxers.

“You good?” He checks in, watching as you focus on his dick in front of you. He laughs slightly when you just nod wordlessly and reach forward to jerk him off, hand moving up and down his shaft. He moves out of the way to position himself in front of you, sudden nerves appearing in his stomach. He’s not a virgin at all, but he might as well be, any previous experience flying out the door at the thought of wanting to make this memorable for you. He starts to stress, feeling this overwhelming pressure to make everything perfect. You lean up and kiss the crease that’s appeared in between his eyebrows.

“Just relax.” You whisper.

“I should be the one telling you that.” He chuckles. He coats himself in your wetness before slowly moving his hips forward, thrusting into you softly. And you suddenly understand why he wanted to stretch you out first, because fuck, is he big. You knew it already, having spent a lot of time sucking him off, but feeling every inch slide further and further into you makes the statement even more true in your mind. You whimper softly, and he pauses all movements completely, kissing both your cheeks lightly.

“You okay, angel?” He reaches down, rubbing your clit to help with anything you’re feeling. You nod, taking a breath. It’s not unbearable pain, just a dull ache from a foreign feeling, but the longer he remains still inside you, the more you want him to continue. You moan gently when he throbs lightly, wrapping a leg around his hip to pull him closer to you.  

“Fuck.” He whispers softly, staring down at where he’s bottomed out. He waits a moment, watching every expression on your face for any pain or discomfort. He starts to kiss along your neck and chest again, every kiss peppered with an unspoken vow of forever - knowing he had an unbreakable grip on your heart. You move your hips slightly, both of you moaning out when you squeeze around him. He rolls his pelvis into you, checking to see your response, and your eyes almost roll back from pleasure.

“Move. Please,” Your voice cracks and Grayson almost loses it at the expression on your face, knowing that this is all him. He’s the only man to ever make you feel this way, and if he had anything to do with it, it’d stay that way. He moves his hips again, watching as your face twists into pleasure, almost losing it at the way your velvet walls are gripping him. He picks up speed a little, still rubbing your clit consistently.

“Fuck, you’re so tight.” He rasps out, overwhelmed with deciding between to look at your face, breast moving with every thrust, or where his dick is entering and leaving your body. It’s almost like a sensory overload, and he prays he doesn’t cum too quickly to ruin this for you. You moan out loudly, not even having words to describe how you’re feeling, that being the only way to express how good he’s making you feel. Grayson thanks every higher power that the ocean is so loud, because between the wet noises from every thrust and your increasing moaning, he knows the two of you would’ve gotten caught in seconds.

“Fuck, angel. You’re doing so good for me, takin’ me so well.” You whimper loudly, eyes closing from his soft praises. He keeps that in mind, watching your reaction whenever he compliments you. He can tell your close, having spent enough time in between your legs to know when near cumming. Just as he thought, it only takes a few more seconds before you’re spilling on to his dick, back arching slightly. He stops, watching you so he can commit every moment to memory, kissing down your chest.  

“Aren’t you going to cum too?” You ask, opening one eye when you still feel him rock hard inside you. He looks down at you, wanting to shake his head at your expression. Here you are, recovering from your second orgasm, and you’re worried about him.

“About to angel, wanted to see you cum first.” He murmurs, kissing your neck once again.

“Cum for me, Grayson. Please, inside of me.” And fuck, he was close, but that does it for him, thrusting once, twice, three times before cumming deep inside of you, both of you moaning at the feeling. It takes a moment for him to catch his breath, kissing you lazily until he feels like he can speak again.

“How was it?” was the first question that comes to mind, not wanting for you to feel any regret.

“I think I have sand in my hair.” You respond.

“I meant the sex, you asshole.”

“It was perfect. You were perfect, amour.” He kisses you softly, moving your waist, so you’re closer to him. You pull back, and he takes you in under the moonlight, sandy hair (which he knows you’re going to bitch about later) and swollen lips. You look so dazed and love-stricken, and he’s sure that if he saw himself, he would have that same dopey expression on his face. He leans in to kiss you once more until you open your mouth to ask -

“Can we do that again?” He slips out of you, you shuddering at the emptiness that overtakes you.

“Whenever you want, angel.”

“Now?” It’s at that moment that Grayson notices his cum leaking out of you, dripping down your thigh, and he can feel his dick hardening again.

“Fuck, give me 5, and then I’m all yours.”

[mrs-han]

My second piece for @mysme-rbb !

This is a collab piece with https://mobile.twitter.com/sofia_gaglione or golden-heart! Here’s her Twitter!

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"Jaehee? Are you with me?"

You couldn't ignore the faraway look in your partner's eyes. Jaehee stared off into the distance, the light in her eyes gone and replaced with a dull glow. Her hands lay deathly still on her coffee mug, and her breathing was stiff - as if she was afraid of breathing too hard or too much.

"Jaehee," you said calmly, reaching over to rub your thumbs over her knuckles. "Jaehee, talk to me..."

"What day is it," she asked raspily, licking her dry lips.

"It's Saturday."

"... I need to head over to the office," Jaehee spoke as she stood, the heel of one of her shoes popping out of her foot.

"What? What do you mean? It's Saturday," you frowned, grabbing her before she could stumble any further. "And you just left the office earlier this morning! What could Jumin possibly want with you now?"

"He needs me to finalize some documents and create new ones," Jaehee sighed, her life oozing from her body. "At this rate, I'm beginning to forget what we're working on or what we're doing."

"Jumin is running you into the ground," you exclaimed, your face contorting. "He acts like the company isn't making any money right now. Seriously, what is his motive?"

"He wants to stay as productive as possible," Jaehee spoke gently, running her hands over her face. "I think he's trying to distract himself from his father's latest affair."

You scoffed. "Pff, whatever is going wrong with him and his father isn't any of your business."

"I know," Jaehee grinned, placing her and on your wrist. "I know you mean well, too. Give it until the end of this week. Mr. Han will have calmed down."

"Jaehee, forgive me for saying so, but I don't think you can last a week."

Just as she was about to form a rebuttal, her phone rang loudly on the table. You peeked and frowned deeply - Jumin Han himself.

"Let me answer it."

"No," Jaehee mouthed, pulling her phone from you. "Yes, Mr. Han? Yes, I'm aware of our meeting. Well, I... I'm on my way to you right now. Yes. Yes. Elizabeth the Third... yes, I did feed her the right amount of food the other day. Well, you know how active she is; that could have contributed to the scale's miscalculation."

Are you kidding me? You mouthed.

I'm sorry, Jaehee mouthed back to you, gathering her keys and folders into her hands, blowing a kiss in your direction. "Yes, Mr. Han. I'm on my way. I'm... yes. I'm on my way."

You crossed your arms over your chest and stared at Jaehee's still-full coffee cup. She couldn't even come to enjoy the little things in life thanks to her boss, and you were growing sick and tired of his nonsense. While you had limited options in the matter, you were tired of seeing Jaehee in a zombie-like state because of her relentless boss.

Still, it wasn't like there was anything you could do about it at that moment. You paid for your coffee and hers before gathering your things and making your way to your shared apartment. You would try to convince her to pursue her dreams when she returned home. Hell, you would even create a dartboard with Jumin's face at the center so that she could relieve some stress.

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Pulling a rotisserie chicken from the oven, you gently set it at the table. You placed your hands triumphantly on your hips. Jaehee would be home in half an hour or less, and you were ready to treat your queen like a queen. You weren't afraid to go all out for your lady. Two glasses of champagne paired with another two glasses of water sat next to fine china displayed with more ostentation than you thought you had inside of you. You had even made some vegetables on the side, and you wouldn't talk to her about the burnt smell of potatoes that wafted through the air... she would figure that out for herself.

Sitting intently, you checked your watch and shook your legs, a bright smile on your face. Not too long now.

However... the gleeful expression on your face changed as half an hour turned into an hour. Then an hour and a half.

You shook your head and bounced your knee, staring at your phone in your fit of anxiety. The only reason she would ever come home late was only ever because of Jumin.

Freaking Jumin.

You stood and grabbed the rotisserie chicken with plans to warm it up when Jaehee walked through the door. Her face was red, her eyes swollen, and her hand over her nose, alerting you immediately.

"Jaehee!" You exclaimed, opening your arms.

When she didn't so much as tiredly saunter your way, your concern grew.

"I'm sorry I'm late," Jaehee sniffed, her gaze cast downward and her shoulders low.

"What happened," you encouraged, placing your hands on her shoulders. "Tell me what's going on..."

"Ah," Jaehee attempted raising her voice to convince you that all was well, or rather, all was as well as it could be. "I had a rather... tough night tonight, that's all..."

"Did Jumin do this?" You demanded.

"No," she lied. "No, I didn't realize how -"

"Jaehee," you stopped her. "Don't try to hide anything from me. Tell me, did Jumin do this?"

She hesitated, instantly answering your question. You bit the inside of your lip, stopping yourself from letting out a string of curse words.

"It isn't Mr. Han personally," Jaehee mumbled, easing her jacket from her shoulders. "It's... hah, you can see it, can't you?"

Your brows knit together. "How stressed out you are? How overwhelmed you've been?"

"I was a fool to think I could hide it so easily from you," she tried to smile, only creating a grim line across her face. "I'm sorry. I never wanted to burden you with what happens at work."

Gripping her shoulders, you practically forced her to face you. "Your well-being is never a burden for me, Jaehee. How could you think that?"

"I'm sorry," she hiccupped, cupping her hand over her mouth. "I'm sorry."

"Sit down," your tone softened as you eased her into a chair. "Sit. I made dinner for us. You know what I want you to do right here and now?"

Jaehee's eyes looked at you expectantly. Still, you couldn't ignore the exhaustion behind them.

"I want you to tell me what the past week has been like for you at C&R. Just this past week, that's all I need to know."

"Where do I begin," Jaehee laughed as you placed a chicken leg on her plate.

"Monday," you smiled.

You didn't expect Jaehee would talk to you for over three hours. You didn't expect her cavalcade of tears, nor did you expect for her to rant, something she usually would never do.

She couldn't stop herself, and for a good reason - the woman had a lot going on. Meetings lasting throughout the day only to have a thirty or so minute lunch, which was still interrupted; ongoing projects that seemed to come out of nowhere planned based upon the mood of her supervisor; nights upon nights sitting at a desk, causing her back to be sore and her fingers already beginning the process of arthritis.

Even the air conditioning in the office started to become bothersome to her, as it was so chilly, she had to start bringing blankets to work.

She didn't have time for herself anymore, and you knew it. Jaehee sobbed as she talked about feeling out of shape, her weekly judo pursuits a thing of the past. She wailed about her skin and how it has lost its luster. She had gone so far as to complain about how bland the coffee at the office had tasted because she didn't have time to put on a fresh pot.

Your dear partner was so exhausted and run down that, as soon as she had processed what she had been through, she instantly fell asleep, her head on your lap.

It was difficult for you to process all of her words fully. The longer she talked, the more blind rage you experienced, your cheeks a hot red and your pupils narrowed. You managed to sit through her tirade without interruption, only to let out a gasp or two... yet, you couldn't just sit there and allow such injustice to continue against your Jaehee.

The sun had comfortably set over the horizon, and you had no doubt the perpetrator behind her sorrows still sat at his desk. An idea flashed through your mind, one that would likely get you in serious trouble and possibly ban you from the C&R building indefinitely. Still, the very conception of it made you smile.

Setting Jaehee down tenderly against the couch and placing a blanket over her wearied form, you threw a jacket over yourself and quietly left the apartment.

~~~

The following morning started as regularly as Jaehee was used to. She rolled casually off the couch and quickly refreshed herself as she had another day to spend at the office. She called for you and, with no answer, she put on a pot of coffee for you to enjoy instead. You were a restless soul and were probably out running errands or whatnot. Nevertheless, she was grateful to you for listening to her open up. It was certainly something she wasn't used to doing.

She slipped on her shoes and mustered up the courage to push the door open, only to be greeted by a call from the big boss himself.

"Good morning, Mr. Han -"

"Where are you right now," Jumin demanded, his tone clipped and irritated.

"I'm... on my way to the office right now. Why, what's the matter?"

"I need you to hurry up. Understood? Make your way here as soon as possible."

"Mr. Han, what's going on -"

"There's been a break-in."

Jaehee froze and began to jog lightly. "Yes, sir. I'm on my way right now."

"What is missing," Jumin demanded, his tone further away from the phone.

"So far, Mr. Han, everything is in its place -"

"In its place? Look around you, gentlemen. Nothing is in its place."

"Mr. Han, I'm on my way right now -"

"Hurry up."

As soon as Jumin disconnected the call, Jaehee went into a full sprint, her heels miraculously driving her to the C&R building. She stormed past security and through to the busy elevators, out of breath and forehead glistening with sweat. As soon as she reached her boss's floor, her shaky breath called his name - and he appeared like a heavy cloud. His aura radiated that of a disgruntled, frustrated young man, not afraid to throw a tantrum at any moment.

"Mr. Han, are you all right?"

"I am. Investigators are searching the place as we speak."

"What happened -" Jaehee began. As she took a step into Jumin's office, she let out an audible gasp. His desk was toppled over; papers were scattered everywhere, lamp hoods were placed atop the fish tank, furniture was turned upside down, and poorly drawn stick figures were etched on Jumin's desk.

"What... on earth..."

Jumin crossed his arms tightly over his chest. "Assistant Kang. Fortunately, your office wasn't taken over by this bandit."

"Is that so," Jaehee mumbled, her eyes still scanning Jumin's room.

"This has a few meanings behind it. One, I offended a client. Two, I offended a friend. Do you think Zen is the one behind this?"

"While Zen isn't entirely fond of you, Mr. Han, I doubt he would physically come to your office."

With that, Jaehee's phone rang in her hand.

"Answer it," Jumin sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "It could have something to do with the merger we're doing with G-Corp in Indonesia."

"Yes, Mr. Han." She sighed and answered. "Yes, this is Jaehee Kang -"

"Jaehee," your voice came through. "Jaehee, are you at work right now?"

"Ah... yes, I am," Jaehee's tone softened. "But I can't talk to you right now. We have an emergency at Mr. Han's office."

"So you saw it?" Your tone lifted.

Jaehee paused. "Saw it?"

Jumin cast his eyes down towards his assistant and furrowed his brows.

"I couldn't get over how upset you were last night. I wanted to take matters into my own hands, so! I snuck into Jumin's office and! Let's just say you may have a day or two off while things get cleaned up!"

"Excuse me?" Jumin's sharp voice pressed.

Jaehee stood frozen, her mouth open and her eyes wide.

"... He's there with you right now, isn't he," you asked, the happiness in your voice now withdrawn.

"You destroyed my office?" Jumin urged, his voice closer to the phone.

"... Yup. Do I have your attention now, Jumin?"

Jaehee closed her eyes and folded her lips, still in disbelief.

"Attention? You did all this for my attention? I could press charges towards you because of the damage you created," Jumin chided.

"Sure, you could do that," you spoke nonchalantly. "But I thought you were a rational man. Don't you want to know the motives behind my rampage?"

"I have an idea," Jumin uttered, staring down at his assistant.

"Do you realize how much pain you've been causing her this past week alone, Jumin?"

Jumin scoffed. "She's my assistant. When I need her -"

"She's your assistant. Therefore, you should strive to take good care of her so that she doesn't faint again. I thought you learned from what happened the last time she collapsed. I honestly thought you were smarter than that."

"Are you scolding me?" Jumin huffed.

"I don't care how you take it. You need to be kinder to that lady, or else I'll convince her to leave your company for good. And I mean it, Jumin. We both know you can't survive without her."

Jaehee exhaled; she didn't know she was holding her breath.

Jumin shook his head. "... Fine. I'll talk to her. But you owe me for the damage done to my office."

"And you owe me for all the time you've taken away from Jaehee."

"Then I would owe her. Not you."

"Can the two of you please stop bickering," Jaehee heaved. "Mr. Han, I'll get the janitors in so they can clean this mess."

Jumin placed his hand on his hip. "You should convince your partner to come in. Should she agree, I won't press charges."

"You love having the last word, don't you," you said sarcastically.

"You two will truly be the death of me," Jaehee whispered, grabbing her belongings.

[damn-the-dark]

Vampire Damien??? Vampire Damien!!!!!

Yes? Yes!! owo)b I whole-heartedly agree!! 

>:3c

(oop almost forgot to tag @boopymooplier ;w;)/ )

Words: 3200

Pairings: Damien x Reader (Y/N the DA)

Warnings: Blood, Blood drinking, Descriptions of death, Cursing, Vampires, Actor being a binch, my writing if it can be called that, sadness, my uwu’s

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“Wake up, Damien.”

His eyes struggled open, unfocused, searching for the source of the voice. A playful hum came from above him and he strained to tilt his head to see a blurred smile leaning far too close to him.

“Ah there you are my friend, I was beginning to worry you wouldn’t come back.” Damien could only blink and try to clear his vision further…but just by the voice he began to realize…

“Mark?” His own voice was hoarse and dry.

A hand brushed dark locks from his face.

“In the flesh.” Another smile, this time showing his friend’s perfect teeth. A smile for the movies he so liked to star in.

He pushed himself up to an elbow, finding he was in fact at home, in his own bed. His mind searched for a reason…Last night, they’d gone drinking hadn’t they? Did Mark have to bring him in here himself? It certainly wouldn’t be the first time Dames had gone too far and had to be driven home, but how had Mark dragged him up to his second story bedroom himself?

He looked around, yes he was still in his day clothes, sans his blazer which was usually discarded for a night on the town anyway.

“Wild last night wasn’t it?” Mark stood upright from where he’d leaned over Damien. He’d have answered if he remembered anything about it.

“What exactly happened? I feel…” How did he feel exactly? Drained? Like he’d been hit by a truck? Air hit the back of his throat like fire with every breath. He must be more dehydrated than normal from the alcohol.

Though strangely, he began to realize, he wasn’t hung-over. Achy? Absolutely. Tired? Sure. But no pounding in his head. No beating migraine…no…

“I feel strange.” He said almost to himself.

“You’ll get used to it my friend, why I bet you’ll be right as rain as soon as we get you something to eat.” He stopped to press the little buzzer above the night stand and spoke into the intercom, “Send up the butler will you please, dear?”

It replied with a staticky ‘right away sir’.

Used to it? Mark was acting about as off as Damien felt. He carefully swung his legs over the side of the bed and sat upright. The curtains were drawn, but he could see soft light filtering in from the window around the edges. Yet, somehow that was too bright. He rubbed his face, yes maybe breakfast would help his condition.

“What kept you here?” He didn’t mean for it to be so direct, but his mayorly political filter wasn’t yet functioning, “Surely you’d have liked to go home and rest yourself.”

“Oh I couldn’t leave you like that! Wouldn’t want you or anyone else to get hurt now would we.” Upbeat as ever, and deflecting. Damien had known this man long enough to see through his ever-present façade. He was withholding something. A prank? That was certainly like him, but Dames couldn’t shake the bristly sensation there was something wrong here…

He breathed in to speak again. It burned.

“Come now Mark, what did you do, slip something in my drink?” He mocked a friendly grin, trying to pry a straight answer from his friend. “You can’t pull the wool over my eyes, you’re up to something.” The words felt like sandpaper.

A knock at the door.

“Ah! Come in please,” The actor chimed, again avoiding Dames’ inquiry, “and, close the door behind you, would you?” His tone lowered.

Gabriel, the butler of 2 years came inside a little hesitantly, but did as he was told. “Good morning sirs, how may I be of service?” With a click, the door slid shut behind him.

Before he received a reply, Gabriel’s eyes grew wide and mouth gaped open in a gasp, “Sir! You’re hurt I-“ He’d only just begun to point in Damien’s direction when Mark…well…appeared behind him and clasped his hand over Gabriel’s mouth, silencing him to mumbles and frantic eyes.

“Shhh shh, that’s quite enough my good fellow.” His tone was dangerously sweet in contrast to his actions. “Don’t spoil it for our mayor. Especially not before his meal.”

Their mayor was just barely even processing what was happening. He jumped up to stand, a little unsteady still, but needing to protect his staff from his suddenly deranged friend.

“What the hell are you doing? Let him go this instant!” His hand began to trail up his torso, searching for what Gabe had been trying to tell him. He touched a spot where his shirt collar clung to his neck and shoulder and rubbed off some of the flaky, dry substance.

In horror, he saw it on his hand. Blood.

“What the fuck did you do Mark?” Shock raised his voice an octave. His heart should’ve been in his ears with panic.

And then he saw it. Mark smiled from behind the struggling butler, in that award winning smile grew long and deadly sharp fangs.

“Why, I’m saving you my dear Damien!” His features took on a feral quality. “I’ve found proverbial fountain of youth, as well as much, much more.” He stroked the butler’s cheek and tightened his impossibly strong hold on him.

“When your sister left me I was broken, I couldn’t bear to go on without her. I tried to die my friend, but you see the world had greater plans for me. I have conquered death itself! This is my gift to you friend, we can go on into eternity, it would be so lonesome without my one true good friend by my side. The only one who didn’t betray me.” The last sentence was barely above a growl.

“So drink up! A toast to our eternal youth!” Before Damien could even react, in a single motion, Gabe’s throat was slit open. Thick red oozing blood spilled from the wound. The man’s choked cries were now desperate gargles.

He wanted to run. To yell, scream, hide, do anything except what he was doing. Staring. Blankly staring at the disgustingly…delicious looking fluid now staining the man’s clothes and dripping onto the floor. The air was thick now in that delightful and disturbing scent. He parted his lips to say something, or yell or scream or…taste the life slowly pooling on the floor. Through those parted lips now peeked freshly grown fangs of his very own.

“Ah, that’s it friend! And I must say what a beautiful and terrifying creature you’ll be!”

Damien could only gag in response, his thoughts were disconnected and wild. He managed to slump over to the wall, unwilling to let himself get any closer. Deep in his chest, he knew. He knew that so much as a step in that direction all rational thought would be lost. He would kill Gabriel. He would gorge himself on his lifeblood and become the monster his good friend so wanted him to be.

His eyes darted around the room. Something. He had to do something. The light from behind the drapes had grown in intensity and hurt to look at.

Wait.

Not sparing a moment to consider the consequence, Damien grabbed hold of the curtain and ripped it from the rod above, unleashing daylight on the room.

The fabric fell on Damien, partially shielding him, but not from the piercing cry of the actor.

“How dare you, after all I’ve done for you.” His voice was a hiss. Damien crawled away from the sound, to the farthest corner of the room. Only then was he brave enough to look back.

Mark, or whatever he’d become, had scaled his wall to another dark corner. Skin was draped off of him, leaving large open wounds on his face and arms. He still clutched the butler, now nearly a corpse. Overpowering light drew a barrier between them.

“Well Damien I won’t waste the food I’ve so graciously prepared for you.” His eyes were black and angry as he lifted the body up to his face and proceeded to ravenously feed from the limp Gabriel. The missing flesh on him began to knit itself back together as he ate.

Damien could only watch in horror. And hunger.

The vampire tossed the body aside, landing with a hollow sound on the floor. “No matter Dames, I’ll return for you later.” His face finished patching itself together. “It seems you’re just a little …lost, take your time, you’ll realize soon enough the favor I’ve done you.” He mused and straightened his dress shirt.

And with that, he was just… gone.

Damien huddled into the corner. Emotions wreaking havoc on him. Fear, anger, confusion, betrayal. A friend. A dear friend. A monster. He clenched his fists, noting the dull color his skin had taken on. He made me a monster.

Gabriel’s glossy eyes gazed into nothing. The smell of blood hung like lead in the room still, but it had soured and offered no more temptation for Damien.

Covering himself in the drapes, he worked his way to the intercom.

“Everyone,” He rasped into the speaker, “Please, go home for today. You’re all excused.” He tried to manage normally. Should they think something were wrong…they might be tempted to check on him. To come in here and walk across the barrier of sun, smelling sweet and decadent and and-

He stopped his thoughts and sank back to the floor.

The mayor didn’t know what to do.

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You thumbed open the front door lock and stepped inside. Good thing Dames had given you that spare key, you knew he wouldn’t mind if you let yourself in. Often you had to -to retrieve important paperwork from his home office.

The rooms were dark and swathed in the last remnant of the evening sun. You switched on the light in the entryway and noted the servants had apparently left early. Odd, but it wasn’t unlike Dames to give them the evening off, he was always kind to his employees.

You wondered why he hadn’t been in the office today, his secretary said there hadn’t been a call from him this morning. She mentioned he had plans with Markus Iplier, the actor, with whom he’s been friends since elementary school, and didn’t really expect to hear from him. Those two really knew how to party, she’d said.

But you were worried, and decided to check in on your old friend and fellow graduate of the same college. You knew how bad he always feels in the morning after a night of festivity, you’d been with him through quite a few in college.

Never mind the fact that you fancied bringing him gifts at work and followed him around the office when he stopped in. You were just friends, and yet your smile never faded when he was present and heart skipped a beat when he offered to take you to dinner last week. 

Just friends.

You ascended the steps up to his office, usually where you found him when he was working late. The mahogany desk was empty.

Dare you poke your nose into his bedroom? Only after giving a few raps on the door first, of course.

“Damien? You in there?” No response. “I stopped by to check on you. Missed you at the office today.” Silence.

It couldn’t hurt to look in, after all it seemed he wasn’t even home.

The door groaned as you opened it. You peered in. The last rays of light sunk below the horizon and left his room in twilit darkness. The room was in disarray, the curtain rod pulled from the wall and in the dim light, something laying on the floor on the other side of the room.

What in the world had happened here? “Dames! Are you okay?”

Movement in the corner by the intercom. “Please…leave.” Barely above a whisper and full of pain. At that you didn’t hesitate to enter.

“Damien!” You swung the door open and began to rush to him, heart beating fast in your throat, was he hurt? Oh god did you need to phone an ambulance? What-

You stopped in your tracks. You were regarded by the corpse on the floor, Gabe’s eyes had clouded over in death. His neck was coated in thick dry blood. You made a choked noise.

“What the-“

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“Go! Please!” He whipped around, forcing his cracking, dry voice louder. God why you, out of everyone why had you of all people…

By your terrified look, he could only guess the creature you saw in him. He felt the points poke his tongue when he closed his mouth. The sunlight had gone. There was nothing stopping him from crossing the room, irresistible scent guiding him, the pulse in your veins beckoning beckoning just a taste just a taste just a tas-

“Damien…” The way you said his name was so tender, so caring. He loved the sound of your voice. He loved the way you chatted happily to him when you brought him trinkets from gift shops. He loved how you teased him for his mayorly political-isms. The way you softened when he asked you to dinner. He loved your eyes, your hair, your blush, your beating heart your beating heart your beating heart your-

-

What was momentarily your friend, your quiet love, desperately pleading for you to leave, was no more. He stood from his hunched position on the floor, the normally neat and well kept mayor looked disheveled and wild. His dark hair scattered over one eye, jaw slack and eyes sharply focused. Like a predator. Like a monster.

You stepped back, instinctively. You knew your eyes didn’t deceive you when he flashed his teeth. Sharp. Too sharp. 

An animal growl rolled from his lips, a drawn snarl completing the picture your mind had already begun to piece together.

A vampire.

You had not a moment to care about the how when or why of the matter. You were already in his grasp. 

If there was any conflict about his actions you couldn’t see it. Your darling. Your warm sunny day at the seaside, soft whispers in the study long past curfew, the one your heart beat for…was nowhere in the beast that pinned you to the floor with an iron grip.

Your breath was caught. Unable to sob or scream or beg, tears flowed in their stead. He forced your head to the side, exposing your bare neck to his waiting, hungry lips. The lips you had desperately wanted on you for so long, leaving tender trails of kisses, perhaps maybe, in another life.

But not this one. 

His fangs tore into your flesh easily. You found your breath enough for a yelp of pain that echoed through the room. It didn’t stop him, he greedily drank from your punctured artery, you felt drops and rivulets trace your collarbone. He fed from you sloppily, like a starved animal. Licking and biting at the already open wound.

As your vision began to dance and your struggles grew weak, you didn’t find yourself angry. You knew that this wasn’t who he was. Something had happened to him. He wasn’t to blame. You could never be angry with him. Confusion and heartbreak clouded your thoughts as your surroundings slipped into darkness.

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Damien was narrowly cognizant of what he was doing, but through a thick haze of bloodlust. You were sweet on his tongue, though not in the way he’d ever wished to be tasting you.

He swallowed hungrily, feasting himself on your delectable essence. In the back of his mind he shuddered at how good it felt. Deplorable…yet natural to his new state of being, he could only continue to feed, helpless to override his new instincts and the sensations they rewarded him with.

When his better, more human senses, slowly began to return to him. He wished they hadn’t, for the sight of you, limp and encrusted with gore was simply too much for his stilled heart.

His screams of agony came from between bloodstained lips. He clutched you close and wailed.

“My, my, I see you’ve come to your senses and ate.” Damien’s head snapped up instantly at the voice. Mark was perched neatly on the window sill. “And it’s that lovely little crush of yours, I’m surprised Damien, I thought you’d have better control of yourself.”

Tears still wet on his face, his features contorted into a snarl, hot red rage boiled in his chest. The intensity of the feeling would have scared him at any other moment. But now, staring at the man who betrayed his trust, the monster that caused him to hurt one he loved so dearly…he let it drown him.

“You. Bastard.” Oh how he would’ve hated to hear the venom in his own voice.

Damien made a move to stand. But the actor motioned for him to stay put. For some reason he did so.

“Now, now,” he tutted, as though scolding a child, “I don’t think you’ve realized the picture I’m putting together here, dear sweet Damien.” Mark leaned casually against the window frame, “Your friend there isn’t quite lost to you forever. If you promise to play nice, I’ll tell you how you can bring them back from the brink.” A pointed devil’s smile graced his lips. “Why, I’ll bet they’ll make a wonderful member of the cast.”

His flash of anger evaporated into confusion. The mayor couldn’t think, what should he do? Agree to whatever sick game his former friend was getting at to bring you back…as a vampire too no doubt. He could just say yes now…just long enough to see the life back in your eyes…he knew that you couldn’t possibly forgive him. Just as he will never forgive Mark. But, maybe there would be a way…to live in dignity with this curse…this disease…

He could only hope. Because even the life of a creature such that he now was would only be bearable with you in it.

“Fine then…just tell me.”

A dastardly look. “Good boy.” He brought his wrist to his face and made a biting motion at it, “simply open a vein, you’ll find that your blood can work miracles on the recently drained if you offer some of yours in return.” He stated whimsically.

“I’ll be seeing you Damien,” Mark turned as if to go, then paused to look back, “And, you should leave your hair down like that more, it really gives me the ‘brooding villainous creature of the night’ sort of vibes.” His parting laugh echoed across the room and rattled into Damien’s very core.

He didn’t have time to think about what the hell Mark was blathering about, his only thought was of you.

He did as Mark had said, feeling stupid and selfish and upset that he wanted you back so badly. Biting his own wrist offered very little pain. His own dark colored blood slithered out of the wound, as if the night itself had taken up residence in his arteries.

Drip. Drip. Each drop fell into your mouth, and the burn of his fresh tears rolled down next to them.

Damien cradled your body, waiting in the cold silence. In that silence he vowed, the red burning fury briefly returning, Mark will regret the day he made him immortal. Because he will use every day into eternity to find him and make him feel every ounce of pain he felt here tonight.

That was a promise.

It could’ve been half a decade, or only after a few minutes, the body in his arms stirred.

He didn’t know what to do. He couldn’t beg your forgiveness, he couldn’t do anything but give you the truth. Damien could only hope as your eyes opened, reborn in death, that you could somehow understand.

[izukult]

this is the end {chapter two}

summary / things couldn’t get worse than this. but, they did. the chapter in which everything in your life goes wrong.

warnings / cult, kidnap, actual foRCED cannibalism (if that’s too much it’s under the first break and ends after the second break!), stalking, death, angst, angst, angST, not much peter this chapter, swearing. idk bad stuff man. i use the word silence a million times just call it motif. didn’t proof read.

word count / 2015

notes / wow this is hard to write. PLEASE read my disclaimer. sorry there’s not much peter. this is filler. coolio. this will be like the last chapter that only focuses on what they’re doing to u, i promise this will get momentum

disclaimer / please don’t support or romanticize the abuse in this fic! this is something i’m simply writing to help me deal with trauma and/or my mental health to try to give it a positive spin. i apologize if it is dark, i needed an outlet. :))

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the white cotton stuck to your skin with the water, leaving your breath to moisturize the air as you gasped. you lifted your chained hands as far as you could, trying to brush the hair that clung to your face. you looked at the cracked porcelain of the lonely bathtub, nausea going to your throat as you saw how your blood mixed in with the ice and the water. your cough was scratchy, burning your throat further as you leaned over, gagging, water spilling up.

“son of a bitch.” you let your head fall towards your chest as tears formed in your eyes again; the sob that left your throat stung almost as bad as the cold. you knew you could get out of this. you weren’t chained to the tub, and they weren’t holding a gun to your head if you dared to move an inch. they wanted you to move, to see if you really could fight the way your personality said you could after what you’d endured. you wanted to lift yourself, heave your body up and make your fragile knees bend, but you didn’t know how to do that without making them shatter. you didn’t know how to breathe without your ribs piercing your lungs. they were killing you and every day you felt your soul disconnecting from your body.

the metal of the handcuffs on your wrists clanged against the tub as you tried to push yourself up. ice pressed against a gash on your stomach (that you didn’t know you had) through the fabric of your dress, evoking a short scream from you. your body racked with sobs that hurt you so much more and you grit your teeth as you continued to try to get up. your body sunk down, trauma holding your bones back.

“god dammit,” the words came out like a desperate prayer and you slammed your hands into the side of the vat. “god fucking dammit!” you were sobbing harder, your cuts pruning along with your skin, but your energy to fight had completely vanished. you knew you’d be in there until someone came for you, and you knew when they grabbed you out it would be a whole lot worse; so you might as well try to enjoy getting clean.

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your eyes widened, head shaking rapidly. you jerked your body against the hands holding you, tears welling through your disgust. “no, no, no.” your body thrashed as your eyes stayed trained on the plate in front of you. “no.” it was simple, white ceramic with a silver fork and knife on each of its sides. the white was splotched with red- blood. you gagged slightly, the smell reaching your nose. “fucking no!” you twisted yourself, almost moving out of their grasp. you desperately attempted to stumble away, not caring what kind of beating you would face, but they pushed you forward.

“you have to become accustomed to it,” one of them started as they moved to shove you into the chair. “the queen should have no limits, no weakness.” once you were sat, they were clamping your shoulders. you pressed against the wood of the chair enough to try to tip it, but they simply brought you back up.

“please,” the word was croaked- choppy and sickly and raw. “don’t make me do this, i’ll be good. i promise i’ll be good.” you didn’t typically beg them, and you felt as if any integrity you held was gone. but you’d also never had what you could only assume was a human kidney (you remember peter telling you the shapes of organs one time while you studied for biology, which caused you to tell him he sounded like a serial killer.) in front of you on a fucking plate.

there was silence around you. typically, you would’ve begged for silence. a moment without their heavy breathing or the sound of your pain, but now it was just eerie. they watched you and waited and when you refused to move for the cutlery, they did it themselves. and, for some reason beyond them, you didn’t seem to enjoy it nearly as much as you did when your mother would feed you as a baby.

—————

his fingers traced your arm, nails forming a temporary tattoo.

5, 4, 3, 2, 1

he was vile to you. they all were. your temples ached as he pierced your skin with what could only be described as his claws.

1, 2, 3, 4, 5

“i missed you, pretty girl.” a scowl found its way on your face at the name they’d all become accustomed to calling you- although it was a name only peter should call you. and, quite frankly, his praises of longing for you go unnoticed at the fact you can’t remember which one he is.

you have about thirteen comebacks to each of his phrases of want, but you’d learned that silence was the biggest killer to them.

1

your eyes filled with tears (like they always did) when his hands slid under your top, which didn’t cover much to begin with.

2

“but now it’s just you and me,” the animation of his voice was scratchy to you and you wanted nothing more than to rip the voice box out of his mask.

3

you continued to count in your head, eyesight trained on the wall in front of you rather than the situation presented in front of you.

4

your eyelids started to hang heavy. you were tired. of all of this. you were tired of pretending you were okay.

5

maybe if you fell asleep, this would go quicker. maybe, if you slept well enough, you wouldn’t even remember he was here.

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you watched as they set up the camera, feet burning against the cold cement. since that day of exhaustion, the feeling had been perpetual. you wanted to care about how you looked if you knew the world was going to see you (or was that another lie?), but it was the least of your concerns.

‘how did the phrase go? if peter couldn’t handle you at your ugly state during your kidnap, he didn’t deserve you at your best. something like that,’ you thought as they moved you to the middle mark for the perfect angle.

you were certain the recording was trivial. some dumb black market snuff film type shit that honestly no one would end up watching, but more time in front of the camera meant less alone time with them. peter had sworn that you deserved stardom, so maybe this was it.

your eyes darted from the man in front of you to the one who pressed the button on the camera (a riveting job, honestly) and then forward, to the lens.

you didn’t pay much attention as they droned on about you until your loves name got mentioned. your head snapped quickly, eyes widened and gaze afraid.

“and, peter parker, this ones for you.” his head tilted towards you and you became fascinated with the way the inside of your bottom lip tasted.

you shook your head slightly hoping peter would understand you desperately meant this wasn’t about him. you didn’t speak up though. silence was key.

he continued to talk about you, about your glory, and your hands, and your lips, and the way your face felt when they’d hold onto you.

that’s when you realized the smell. you hoped it hadn’t shown on your face, but it probably had. poker had never been your strong suit. and then you were scanning the room again and they could tell and you knew that they wanted this and that they wanted you to know something was up and they wanted to record you finding out and your stomach started to fucking churn.

a sob left your throat as a light you didn’t know existed shined behind you. there had been a curtain between you and the wall that had now been moved and you saw it. the reminiscence of a series of girls who looked somewhat like you.

“oh my, god.” it was a quiet prayer for a being you couldn’t say you believed in as you stared at the heads with hair just like yours, eyes a shade so close to your own. “oh my fucking god.” you were louder this time, your knees wobbling as you struggled to keep your balance.

you couldn’t see their faces but you imagined the men around you were smiling. you didn’t recognize the tears falling until they hit the ground but you ignored it, disgust covering your features as you turned from the girls to the man who had been talking.

“what the fuck have you done?” your voice was raw. you were furious, you were sick, you were sorry. sorry for the people who’d never be able to go home.

“don’t worry, sweetheart, they didn’t come close to you.” you lifted your chained hands to your mouth, retching out a sob.

“you’re- you’re all monsters.” you felt vacant. you felt empty. you felt useless. they had died because of you. they had died because they looked like you.

“oh my god.” you repeated yourself, sobs wracking your body as you were recorded by the long forgotten camera.

“oh, sweetheart, no reason to cry.” he moved towards you, placing a hand on your head, tangling his fingers through your hair. and, you realized, this was the first time you’d truly wanted to kill someone.

you continued to cry, not following the urge to do any harm to him as you stood in your spot.

“did we go too far?” your mind screamed yes. yes you’re evil and you’re bad and i hate you all. yes you went too fucking far. but you stayed unspeaking.

“what do you want, pretty girl?” your eye twitched. you felt it. you felt the physical change in you. you turned your head, eyes meeting the eyes of his mask and you smiled faintly.

“do you really want to know?” your voice was sweet, sickly, and he moved his hand from your hair to your shoulder.

“of course.” your smiled turned to a scowl as you raised your hands to place them atop his own, fingers digging into his hands.

“i want to rip the skin from your fucking hands so you never had the fucking luxury of touching me or those girls.” you moved your hands to his throat, but none of the other men moved to his rescue.

“and then?” you simultaneously leaned into him and brought his head to you, where your nose was against the nose of his mask. “then, i want to blow my brains against the fucking wall.” even though your words came through gritted teeth, each of them were over enunciated.

you shoved him away by his neck, continuing to stand tall as you did so. “and, unfortunately for me, i plan to get what i want.”

your gaze finally found the camera lens again and you let out a small breath of realization. your hands were shaking. you knew there were the girls behind you, and the man you’d been threatening was gasping for breath now. maybe you looked like the monster.

you looked down at your hands, teeth slightly chattering, and you could only imagine how peter felt. he probably hated you. this was your fault. this was your fucking fault. all of it.

your mouth parted slightly and you gulped. “i-” nothing else came out and you bit your lip again, shutting your eyes as tight as you could.

you wanted to sob. to fall apart. to break. but, you had just made a commitment to your captors. you were going to give them hell, and then find your way there. you just hoped peter would understand.

the camera turned off and you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding in.

unbeknownst to you, peter was sat at the tv with wide, glossy eyes, praying you’d get out of there as soon as possible. just not in the way you planned.

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[askbittyerror]

Wedding RP part 5

JusticeMom09/26/2020 Erebus lands with the two bitty gone way too big and drops them into his branches "Its okay Huitzi you should probably let him go before he detonates anyway" [11:56 PM] @Askbittyerror September 27, 2020

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 “Release me!” Flare snarls, kicking Huitzi in the chest and sizing up as the smaller is flung away, several of his ribs crumbling from the force. Huitzi wheezes and clutches his chest, struggling to heal himself, the positivity fueling his magic straining against the darkness of Erebus’ world. Flare’s wings have gone a deep, nearly black crimson, his eyelights gutted out and burning golden light blazing from his sockets. The bone around them flake dust, thick drops of melting bitty flow like lava from beneath his shirt, his spine reduced to nothing more than a river. He draws his spear, snarling heavily, the jagged points at the tip sharpening even further. He takes a step forward and Huitzi flinches back the best he is able, pressed against the tree, eyelights shrunken to terrified pinpricks.(edited)

JusticeMom09/27/2020 Erebus growls holding out his hand as Huitzi's soul goes blue and he is pulled quickly away from the furious guardian. At the same time negativity starts to snake its way up Flare's legs... but wait its more than that the cold seeping burning feeding on Flare like some sort of vampire... the roots of the tree start to tangle around his liquifying bones

"Calm down flare!" Erebus snaps as Huitzi is now safe in threw bows of his branches

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 Flare flashes and liquidates away, bone chunks squishing and shifting into deathly-sharp spikes all up his arms and thick, bladed ridges running down his legs. His wings separate into heavy tentacles, flashes of red cloak him and he lets out a low, dangerous growl, his back hunched and his weapon readied. His movements look wobbly, disconnected, each bit jerking and shifting strangely, the connections between his bones scraping and squishing.

JusticeMom09/27/2020 "... okay yeah that is gross" he mumbles and holds out a hand the roots of the massive ancient tree start ripping from the ground pursing forth and tangle around Flare pulling him under. Not to death but to hold and drain his energy until his fury have burned out. While his body deals with the angry god bitty he moves back towards Huitzi "... its okay... he cant hurt you anymore" He mumbles meaning if Flare tries again he would drop huitzi back at the wedding and face the angry one alone

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 Flare thrashes and bites and kicks and claws and, eventually, some part of him in the deep recesses of his soul reminding him that these are people he probably shouldn’t kill, attempts to vanish. “What… is this… place?” Huitzi wheezes, clutching his chest, golden marrow dripping down from the scratches and bites Flare left. “What is… happening?” His wings have darkened considerably. The light is dying from his eyes.(edited)

JusticeMom09/27/2020 Flare is pulled into the storm allowed to rage away from  the guardian and Huitzi. he is now free of the root system allowing him to do as he pleased. just because the darkness around the tree was void like did not mean it was truly empty if you went far enough.

"You are in my multiverse... hold still you are draining too fast" He said and pulls off a leaf using it and pulling it in two different directions suddenly becoming like a bubble and he shoves it around Huitzi and now he is in an emotionally neutral space! tada! "... I am not exactly gentle in my universe and I cannot stop it now take deep breaths I am going to help heal you" He offers before holding his hands out and pushing healing magic towards the giant bitty(edited)

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 Flare screams in rage and reality ripples, the Paladin tearing himself from this multiverse and tossing himself back into his adopted one to rampage in peace. Huitzi whimpers, curling in on himself, the pain, no longer buried under the freezing negativity, hitting him in the chest right where his broken ribs are. “Please.” His breath hitches sharply. His soul absorbs the magic hungrily, wounds slowly sealing shut, though the places that Flare sunk his teeth into seem to be resisting.

JusticeMom09/27/2020 Erebus watches scowling at the magic and slams his fist into the bark of the tree drawing magic from the source as he continues to heal Huitzi. He has enough magic to make those missing bits come back and more. It would not be the first time he reconstructed a skeleton monster from scratch "Hold on... just keep breathing for me"

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 The bitemarks put up a good show, but since Flare hadn't actually put any magic into them, they seal easily enough, leaving only a circle of off-white behind. "Th-thank you." Huitzi exhales, staying curled up, trying to come down from staring death in the face.(edited)

JusticeMom09/27/2020 Erebus crouches there and hums "We will have to address Flare's anger sooner rather than later. We need to make sure to disengage him before he goes needing to kill things" The goop is rubbing Huitzi's back now trying to help him calm down even as he watches the spot where Flare had been and the sparkling positivity he left behind

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 Huitzi leans into the touch, whimpering. "I- I don't even know who you are." He laughs weakly.

JusticeMom09/27/2020 He snorts "Eh I know Dragon and you are a date mate of theirs yes?" he asked amusement dancing in his good eye light(edited)

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 "I am indeed." He grunts, pushing himself up, giving Erebus a small smile. "May I have the name of my savior?"

JusticeMom09/27/2020 "Erebus. Technically its Nightmare but" he shrugs "I have come to understand there are too many of us around to use our actual names"

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 "I know two guardians and and a great many bitties." Huitzi chuckles. "...thank you for saving me."

JusticeMom09/27/2020 "No problem I did want to see Bells have a good day today and with Greylu even unwilling to let me be useful this was the best thing I could do" he said amused "when you feel strong enough we can go back or hang out here. I do enjoy coming home" he said amused as he looked out into the darkness. he could see what was out there

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 "This is your home?" Huitzi frowns, looking around. "It is, uh, lovely."

JusticeMom09/27/2020 He snorts at that "... Lovely not exactly what I would call it" he said and stood offering Hutzi a hand "but it is what it is and thanks to Bells reckless bravery I have my brother again too"

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 "Congratulations." Huitzi takes his hand with a smile, allowing himself to be pulled up.

JusticeMom09/27/2020 He laughed "I suppose it works" he said pulling him to stand "... why is it every consecutive person I meet has to be so much taller?" He askes amused.

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 "I can always make myself smaller if that makes you more comfortable." Huitzi offers, giving Erebus' hand an unintentional squeeze. "I can go down to two feet."

JusticeMom09/27/2020 He laughed shaking his head "kid I am taller than everyone" he said amused and pulled him further away from the trunk of the tree "... well okay Flare may have me beat but I am not tonally sure how tall my branches reach now"  he looks up at the black not black leaves of the tree they stood in

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 Huitzi looks up. "...you are a tree?"

JusticeMom09/27/2020 He grunted letting him stand on his own now making sure he did not fall "um. I did not start out that way if it helps" he chuckles  a bit

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 "I am fine with it." Huitzi shrugs, a bit shaky but not about to fall. "I was just curious. You are the first I have met who is an actual stationary tree and not some kind of tree monster."

JusticeMom09/27/2020 "oh I started out as a monster" he chuckled folding his arms behind his head "A guardian like my brother and I followed the same story most Dreams and Nightmares follow."

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 "I... am sorry to say I do not know that story." Huitzi rubs the back of his neck. "All I know is it somehow involves apples and I am not even sure of that."

JusticeMom09/27/2020 He laughed "how about a quick story then?" he offers before looking around and closing his eyes basking in his world for a moment "we are guardians... not skeletons not monsters but spirits given these forms. we guardians are the children of the original who died protecting THE tree. The tree of emotion which actually is the source of all positive and negative emotions for all the multiverse. the apples being the fruit that grows in this tree. half black and full of negative emotions and half gold holding positive "

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 Huitzi nods, just letting him talk.

JusticeMom09/27/2020 "the mortals who lived nearby tend to hate the Nightmare guardian and as such abuse him while his brother is not around. Eventually the pain becomes too much and in a fight between them and himself we... well we eat the apples and by them all the golden apples corrupt at our touch and we eat those too... until the brother Dream consumes the last golden apple holding all the positive emotions that beings can feel..."

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 Huitzi frowns, thinking of the little guardians hiding in their room, how quiet and afraid they were, and the older pair, long since corrupted by more than just the apples.(edited)

JusticeMom09/27/2020 "well I am what happens to the Nightmare after he eats the apple. the goop is negativity given form" he sighs "after the apple incident the nightmares and dreams tend to fight each other until one dies" he looks at Huitzi "and in this universe I won and consumed my brother's soul... or what I thought at the time was his soul... and since I no longer needed to be a skeleton and the power of negativity reaching power I could no longer hold in a mortal body I took a form akin to the one the power originated from"

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 "I see." Huitzi nods, eyes distant. "...I suppose that would be why Dreams and Nightmares are so often at odds." He comes back to himself and sighs, giving Erebus a look of concern. "Are you alright?"

JusticeMom09/27/2020 He pauses "in what context?" he offers back. he was not expecting this question

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 "Any." Huitzi asks softly. "You have been through quite a lot."

JusticeMom09/27/2020 "I am a very old Nightmare" He says honestly "and it has been a long long time since I was as angry as I had been... being alone to calm my soul has helped. For now I think I am but then again I do not know what being alright would entail"

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 "I am aware I have nowhere near the same experiences as you," Huitzi bows his head. "But if you want to talk, or anything else, I am here."

JusticeMom09/27/2020 He smiles "I see why Dragon likes you" he said and held out his hand "why dont we get back to the party I know everyone was a bit stirred up when we left"

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 "I would love too." Huitzi takes his hand with a smile, giving it a gentle squeeze. "I just hope I haven't upset anyone too horribly."(edited)

JusticeMom09/27/2020 "I think the only one who can really stay upset is Erebus" he snorts "still too young to realize he can actually relax and enjoy more than what is in his immediate purview"

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 "Then I will make a point to avoid him." Huitzi nods.

JusticeMom09/27/2020 "you should at least say hello at least once I rather enjoyed his reaction to seeing you and Flare" he smirked and with that pulled Huitzi back through the timelines to the tower

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 Huitzi mutters something about preferring to remain unstabbed, letting himself be taken away. When they arrive, reality buzzes, and Flare, at seven feet, head bowed, fully cleaned and recovered from his tantrum, steps through a portal, just behind his human Nightmare, wearing a deep blue tunic with dark feathers on the shoulders, sleeves tied at the wrists, a pair of thin black belts crossed over his hips just above the start of his goopy lamia-tail. On his back, one tied to each of his four tentacles, are hummingbird moth wings in dark blue and black, accented with the occasional tinge of gold. Umbra glances over to Huitzi and Erebus and scoffs, looking around with a deep scowl as the portal closes behind them.

JusticeMom09/27/2020 "...  your tiny me seems irate Flare" Erebus mumbles watching the young guardian scowl at everything "How are you feeling better?" he asked clearly unfazed by the murder happy that had just happened not but minutes before

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 "He is fine." Umbra says sharply. "My servant has regained control of his... urges, and will cause no further issue."

JusticeMom09/27/2020 "... " Erebus narrows his eyes at this "Dare I ask why you are acting this way?" he looks between them. he got the feeling he was not exactly "recovered" as much as they were pretending?(edited)

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 "No, you may not." Umbra glares.

JusticeMom09/27/2020 He throws his hands in the air "I am going to go try to talk to people who are not going to snap at me" he said and headed back into the party

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 Umbra sighs and looks at the ground. "Too many people, sorry." He says quickly, through gritted teeth, like it pains him. "Are you alright?" Huitzi asks, approaching him and immediately stopping when Flare growls. "Hold." Umbra slaps an arm over Flare's chest, the Paladin going silent. He looks to Huitzi, his smile large, confident, and only a mite shaky. "I will be fine."(edited)

JusticeMom09/27/2020 Erebus stops at that and sighs looking back at him "... numbers" he mumbles before walking back and crossing his arms "so this is what you have been trained to be?" he asked raising a brow at this. suddenly he is VERY interested in Umbra's reaction

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 "No, of course not!" Umbra scoffs, arms crossed over his chest, nodding very emphatically.

JusticeMom09/27/2020 Seems the kid has learned double speak "now is Flare actually okay?" they ask looking up at the big guy with a frown

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 "Of course, what a stupid question." Another scoff, a shrug, a slight shake of the head. "He simply insisted on returning, so I had to come along to make sure he behaved himself this time."

JusticeMom09/27/2020 He nodded "why dont we go sit down?" he offered "there are a few places where we can have a bit of... quiet " he offers

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 "Sure, whatever." Umbra shrugs and nods. "These plebeians are... undeserving of my presence."

JusticeMom09/27/2020 "... " he sighs "whoever this ass was that made you like this clearly knew nothing about us nightmares" he said and waved them over before grabbing Huitzi to join them as they headed to a corner that was nearly a room into itself? at least that was the way it "looked"

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 They follow, Umbra keeping his scowl and Flare making sure to keep in between him and everyone else at all times, only stopped from growling at them all by Umbra's tight grip on his arm.

JusticeMom09/27/2020 there is a table in the little nook! tada and when Erebus pulls the leaf curtain shut they are now only a group of 4 "... there" he slumps moving to sit at the table "sit " an order made to sound like a suggestion you feel compelled to follow

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 Umbra slides into his seat and the moment the curtain closes he slumps, head in his hands, whispering frantic apologies under his breath. Flare sits between him and the world, absently patting his back, figurative ears peaked for any disturbances. Huitzi sits across, trying not to flinch when Flare casts his eyes over him before returning to watching the curtain.

JusticeMom09/27/2020 Erebus sighs "calm down you didnt do anything wrong" he said watching the kid "and you were already forgiven when you made it clear why you were acting like some haughty teen novel vampire"

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 "Sorry." Umbra mutters again, eyes down, hands in his lap.

JusticeMom09/27/2020 "kid its cool really. You need to start forgiving yourself" he points out "now... How is flare really? the mun is dense tonight and is not getting subtlety well so make it concise please"

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 “Not good.” Umbra says, tapping his feet, pulling his wings up over his shoulders like a fuzzy blanket. “He hasn’t had an episode that bad in a long time.” Umbra looks at his father, still staring out, fists clenched under the table that the bone can be heard creaking. “He has trouble with his LV sometimes.” Umbra looks away. “He has… a lot of it, and sometimes it takes over.” “I can keep him stable, though!” He quickly assures, leaning forward, wings blanketing him tighter, voice quivering just the slightest bit. “He won’t- won’t do anything while I’m here, promise! I’m too likely to be caught in the collateral damage.”

JusticeMom09/27/2020 He nods "you know Flare does not have to stay if he needs to rest. Everyone here will understand." he points out "and you do not have to force yourself to paly that role and dance that dance" he said watching him "it really is okay"

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 "Can't stop." Umbra's breath quickens, scratching at his hands beneath the table, Flare just grunting. "That is fine." Huitzi gently says, fighting the urge to lean forward and comfort. "One step at a time. Just- please try to avoid antagonizing anyone? We don't want someone to get upset and Flare to react." "Yeah, yeah sure, I can do that." Umbra nods, shaking a little.

JusticeMom09/27/2020 He sighs rubbing his head "yeah. just take care of yourself and mostly I meant not try to stop here I meant you dont have to force yourself in being here at all and forcing yourself to live in that role for what is only going to be a couple more hours"

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 "I gotta be here for Dad." Umbra looks at the table. "Until he decides to leave, I'm gonna be here too."

JusticeMom09/27/2020 He nods "okay Thank you Umbra for being here" Erebus seems to have learned how to be supportive dad at some point... Umbra might get adopted by the older goop at this rate

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 At this rate, he probably needs it. "I'm happy to well, uh I'm, I'm uh..." Umbra smiles nervously. "I'm... here?"

JusticeMom09/27/2020 the goop chuckles "you are honestly a good kid I am glad they were not able to take that from you"

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 Umbra smiles, his tentacles wagging, the attached wings fluttering. “Thank you!”

JusticeMom09/27/2020 "why don't I go get us some of the food I suspect everyone is eating by now" He said sliding from the table "Huitzi do you want to go too?

JusticeMom09/27/2020 @Askbittyerror

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 “Um…” Huitzi glances up. Flare looks over him and Umbra for a moment, reality ripples, and then he vanishes. “Uh???” Umbra frantically squeaks. A moment more passes and Flare returns, a very confused human Dream clasped tightly by the arm. Flare practically tosses him into his seat, standing with his back to the table, between them and the rest of the room, arms crossed over his chest and back ramrod straight. Mo looks like he just rolled out of bed, hair mussed, a soft plush weedle clutched to his chest, his heavy gold-and-rainbow circlet tilted haphazardly on his head. He’s wearing a loose white tunic and soft trousers, both edged with gold and coming to his elbows and knees respectively. He’s barefoot, and on every bit of exposed skin from his chin down are deep-set intricately carved scars in geometric shapes and delicate swirls, some inked in black and gold, others in rainbow, and a few simply left as gnarled scar tissue. Mo blinks, looks around, unwinds the midnight blue sash from his waist, wraps it around his neck, grabs one of Umbra’s wings and hides himself in it, the Nightmare tugged into him with a startled mweh.

JusticeMom09/27/2020 "... um what just happened?" guess Flare was on full fight mode. He asked looking  between them and shaking his head. he is now one confused goop. my goodness. He says nothing about the scars but takes note. unlike his markings he can tell that they are not self inflicted "... you okay there kid?"

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 Mo makes a shaky noise. “Um,” Umbra looks to Huitzi, gently hugging his Dream. “Uh, Huitzi, can we borrow your jacket, please.” “Of course.” The Paladin quickly strips off his jacket, offering it and flinching as Mo quickly yanks it out of his hands, throwing it on and rolling the sleeves up significantly until they’re bunched at his wrists, the jacket practically at trench coat length. “Please tell me you have a weapon.” He whispers, Umbra nodding and undoing one of his belts, a hunting knife sheathed at the back. Mo loosens it and wraps it around his waist, hand resting on the hilt of the knife. He breathes in and out, in and out, tightly squeezing his Weedle until his shoulders lose their tension and he looks up, smiling shakily. “I’m- I’m fine.” He says, Umbra gently rubbing slow circles into his back, a tentacle coiling around him. “…sorry about that.”

JusticeMom09/27/2020 "Its not your fault Flare was triggered by many tiny angry auras and a Dragon who feels rather causal about attempts on their life" he sighed "you are at the wedding and probably should not leave our little cubby. there are a lot of people about many with hair triggers of their own"(edited)

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 “Oh, don’t worry, I’ll be fine!” Mo shoots straight up, a wide smile on his face. He hugs his surprised Nightmare, merrily nuzzling the top of his head. “It’s my sweet little brother you got to worry about, but it’s okay, I’ll keep him from being, well,” He giggles. “Himself!”

JusticeMom09/27/2020 ... "you know you are within your limits in this room right?" He asks making sure that No didn't just hear "lots of people nearby" and tripped his conditioning regardless

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 “This isn’t a room!” Mo giggles. “That’s just a curtain!” Umbra tenses and Mo gently shushes him, patting his face. "Be nice, little brother."

JusticeMom09/27/2020 "its a small private space for us to sit and talk. the whole emphasis on us being alone" he points out with a groan

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 "If you say so!" Mo laughs.

with-bells-upon09/27/2020 The lich approaches the cordoned off area, stopping just a but beyond it. "Flare?" Quietly, "can we go somewhere more private and talk, maybe?" You and me, I mean. Um, Umbra and Mo can come too, if they need a little... less." @Candy

Candy09/27/2020 quietly follows Bells

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 Flare opens the curtain and just silently stares at them. Umbra stands, pulling up Mo, still happily smiling away. "Lets go with them, Dad." The Nightmare tugs at his arm. Flare nods.

with-bells-upon09/27/2020 "Candy? This is where I'm afraid I leave you with Huitzi and Erebus, and head elsewhere with these guys." They look at the nearest wall, scanning it, then gesture the three to follow. "Just how much 'less' is needed? I've a water garden, and a... well, bubble, with a floor, and otherwise basically just broken void as a view."

Candy09/27/2020 O-oki. they nod and look at Erebus and Huitzi Hello, i'm Candy

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 “Any room with an actual door, please.” Umbra says, dragging his father by the arm and an increasingly ecstatic Mo by the hand.

“Hello to you too.” Huitzi smiles softly, offering them his hand. “I am Huitzi.”

Candy09/27/2020 they accept the hand and shake it nice to meet you

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 "Nice to meet you too." He shakes back, the movement gentle.

Candy09/27/2020 they smile how do you like the wedfing so far?

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 "It has been quite lovely." Huitzi smiles. "Barring the incident earlier, I have enjoyed myself."

Candy09/27/2020 Good to hear, about the same for me.

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 Huitzi nods, humming.

JusticeMom09/27/2020 "uh what the hell just happened?" [8:23 PM] Erebus blinks shaking out of his mild shock and frowned

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 "I have no idea." Huitzi shrugs.

JusticeMom09/27/2020 "yeah I get the feeling this is going to continue to be a wild night... want to go back to JR and let this chaos run its course?"

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 "I do not know what that is... But sure." Huitzi shrugs.

JusticeMom09/27/2020 He laughed "my home... Juice's home and where Bells lives half the time when they are not with their now husband" He grabbed Huitzi "a whole new multiverse" he smirked and then pulled Huitzi through the Vale

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 Huitzi absolutely totally doesn't squeak in surprise.

JusticeMom09/27/2020 He lands in the biggest castle he will ever see in his whole life. It ad a grandness to it that only more modern royalty have but the stone that made up the castle was much much older "Come on Huitzi lets go find something to drink"

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 Huitzi looks up, wide eyed, mouth hanging open. He feels... so small...

JusticeMom09/27/2020 Erebus chuckles "come on kid lets get going it can take hours to get from one place to the next if the castle is feeling frisky" he grinned wickedly. not a total exaggeration but it can take longer than normal if the castle insists you going through certain halls

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 "It's sentient?!" Huitzi half shrieks.

JusticeMom09/27/2020 "not like you or I but it has enough magic in it to make it have some sort of cognizance" he said and reached back grabbing  him  and dragging him towards the kitchens ... one of them anyway

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 Huitzi just kind of lets him, looking around, slightly paranoid and significantly freaked out.

JusticeMom09/27/2020 "calm down its not a person" he said smacking him with a tendril "come on you are no young skeleton anymore. its just a castle "old buildings all have personalities you know now ... um... scratch that I got to do something come with me or shall I dump you in a sitting room until I am done?"

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 "Please don't leave me." Huitzi hugs the tendril.

JusticeMom09/27/2020 He sighs grabbing Huitzi again and they shortcut into a room where someone is singing and a small sad baby is crying "... "

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 Huitzi looks around. He is very much clinging to Erebus.

JusticeMom09/27/2020 Nearby a very... worn looking older Dream without wings is bouncing the tiniest baby biggie Huitzi has ever seen trying to sooth its cries. the aura in the room is pleasant but not too strong. Erebus moves before the giant paladin can ground himself before the two are swapping the baby between them "how long?" "maybe ten minutes or so. nothing major his soul is strong" they are whispering

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 Huitzi stands back, completely silent.

JusticeMom09/27/2020 The smaller Dream pauses now seeing the giant Huitzi. "brother why is there a giant version of Juice here with us?" his eye lights have shrank into pinpricks while Erebus is now bouncing the baby in his arms soothing him before offering him the bottle "This is one of Dragon's datemates. Everyone calls him Huitzi" "oh... okay you are very tall" [10:40 PM] foot meet mouth

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 "I can get small?" Huitzi whisper-offers.

JusticeMom09/27/2020 He shook his head "no no your fine...we are just working to help sooth baby Altan" he said offering his hand "I am Al Im Erebus's brother"

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 "It is nice to meet you." Huitzi gently shakes it. "Your brother has been very kind to me. I like him."

JusticeMom09/27/2020 "Kind huh?" he asks looking back at Erebus who looked tense "no fighting the baby just took the bottle" he said his tendrils twitching in annoyance

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 "...did I say something wrong?" Huitzi looks worried. "I, uh, apologize?"(edited)

JusticeMom09/27/2020 Al snorted "I have not been back for very long so our relationship is.. rocky to say the least" he huffed "anyway go coo over my nephew he has my name"

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 Huitzi nods hesitantly and walks over to Erebus. “I still like you.” He softly assures, kneeling down and smiling gently at the bab.

JusticeMom09/27/2020 he was tiny! most babies could at least wrap their little hands around the adult's fingers but not this bab who flailed his tiny hands towards the giant Paladin "... he was born before he even had a form" he said looking at Huitzi "we almost lost him"

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 "I am glad he survived." Huitzi says softly, offering the little one his hand, giant though it may be.

JusticeMom09/27/2020 The baby grabbed it. it was like having a mouse touch as he continued to nurse his bottle beautiful eye lights watching him such a strange hue of purple

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 Huitzi keeps his hand very still, stars absolutely in his eyes.

JusticeMom09/27/2020 when the bab was done with his bottle Erebus pulled it away and the baby giggled starting to babble as he wiggled. He clearly liked this person

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 "This is an adorable, precious child." Huitzi purrs, gently twitching his fingers.

JusticeMom09/27/2020 the baby giggled again and babbled a bit more. Erebus waved him back "let me burp him and you can hold him after" he said moving the smol to his shoulder and started patting the bab's back

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 Huitzi looks a bit uncertain. "I am... not sure if I'm comfortable with holding him at this size. I believe bitties are a good deal less fragile than babies."

JusticeMom09/27/2020 "hush sit down cross your legs" the goop said pointing a tendril at him "your not going to move a bunch with him but he likes you and he needs things that help his soul grow stronger"

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 "I can shrink!" Huitzi protests, still doing as he's told. September 28, 2020

JusticeMom09/28/2020 he makes a scolding sound "dont panic he is just a bad.  A preme to be sure but you will do fine. now hold your hands like this" he said showing his goop in a cradling pose. the baby makes a cute little burp sound before wiggling and making sleepy sounds

Askbittyerror09/28/2020 Huitzi cups his hands together.

JusticeMom09/28/2020 Erebus walks over using his tendrils to correct Huitzi's hands a little until he had them right where they needed to be. Draped a blanket over him and gently laid the baby into his arms "being around things that make him smile helps strengthen his soul. He likes you so that means you are good for him" he chuckled using only one corner of the blanket to cover the small as the baby stars up at Huitzi confused. hew as in new hands?

Askbittyerror09/28/2020 "Hello, little one." Huitzi coos, his attention completely devoted to the child, hands held steady with aid from a few tendrils.

JusticeMom09/28/2020 the baby blinks tilting his little head as he makes a happy noise kicking his legs and reaching for the skeleton's face giggling. Yep he likes the big man

Askbittyerror09/28/2020 Huitzi smiles softly and leans his head down into the child's reach.

JusticeMom09/28/2020 the baby grabs at his cheekbones before papping them with a happy squeal. much cute baby

Askbittyerror09/28/2020 The stars are back in his eyes. "Oh my goodness." He whispers.

JusticeMom09/28/2020 "wow" Al mumbled feeling all the happy off him. he had just gotten back with a tray of drinks. one of them a large stein for Huitzi

Askbittyerror09/28/2020 At the moment, Huitzi's attention is entirely on the bab. He doesn't even notice Al's return, he didn't even realize he left in the first place.

JusticeMom09/28/2020 There is whispered conversation and several chuckles of amusement as Huitzi just stares at the baby in his hand. after ages of Huitzi mumbling and playing with the small Altan starts to drift to sleep in his arms

Askbittyerror09/28/2020 Huitzi sings to the baby softly, a lullaby old and foreign. He's smiling, more relaxed than he's been in a very long time.(edited)

JusticeMom09/28/2020 Eventually Altan curled up against his chest holding his shirt with that tiny hands as he drifted off listening to song and soulbeat

JusticeMom09/28/2020 @Askbittyerror

Askbittyerror09/28/2020 Huitzi may be holding back tears.

JusticeMom09/28/2020 The Dream is the one that puts a hand on his shoulder "you okay there big guy? You got a lot of emotions boiling around in there"

Askbittyerror09/28/2020 “I- I apologize.” Huitzi sniffles, a tendril wiping his eyes. “I just… I had a daughter, once.”

JusticeMom09/28/2020 Dream watched him closing his eyes before he nodded "I... know how that feels Huitzi. I had a family once" he gives Erebus a look. the goop looks sheepish but the golden guardian continues "do you want to talk about her?" he offered now crouching arms resting on his legs

Askbittyerror09/28/2020 “Her name was Tepin.�� He smiles faintly. “She was just… abandoned, on my doorstep. Somehow. Inside a rescue center. She was sweet and brave and-” His smile falls. “She grew fast, then never stopped.”

JusticeMom09/28/2020 He wined and put a hand on his harm "I'm sorry. it can be really unfair when our children age so much faster than us.... natural or not"

Askbittyerror09/28/2020 Huitzi nods, giving him a weak smile. "I am sorry for bringing the mood down, it wasn't my intention."

JusticeMom09/28/2020 He shook his head "its okay sometimes healing comes in the smallest of places" He said looking down at his tiny namesake

Askbittyerror09/28/2020 “Your child is precious.” Huitzi smiles.

JusticeMom09/28/2020 "My nephew" he said offering to take the child "Erebus and Bells's  or correction Morpheus and Bells's little one"

Askbittyerror09/28/2020 Huitzi hands Altan over, very carefully and with some aid from his tendrils. "I dont believe I have met any Morpheus yet."

JusticeMom09/28/2020 "probably not. there was an m!a I think they call it. It fused Erebus and Dream into one person" he says walking to the crib and gently laying Altan in it "Erebus does not want to do it again because he has become corrupted once more. He doesn't want to stain Dream with that part of him"

Askbittyerror09/28/2020 "Oh." Huitzi says, looking around for Erebus. "...I do not believe I have met this Dream either."

JusticeMom09/28/2020 "Juice? maybe not? He was back at the party" he said as Erebus walked back in with a non corrupted Nightmare in toe "hey what are you doing? Erebus!?" he was stumbling to keep at the goop's pace

Askbittyerror09/28/2020 "...hello?" Huitzi looks over.

JusticeMom09/28/2020 He stumbles forward and dusts himself off "oh... you are a very big version of my brother" he said sockets round now

Askbittyerror09/28/2020 "I assume your brother is a Paladin then." Huitzi smiles, offering him his hand. "I am Huitzi. May I have your name?"

JusticeMom09/28/2020 He takes the hand shaking it "Nightmare... I do not have any nicknames like everyone else" he said before leaning in to Al ad whispering "what's a Paladin?"

Askbittyerror09/28/2020 "A bitty, looks like me but, well, bitty sized!" Huitzi smiles. "I was one, once."

JusticeMom09/28/2020 He nods slowly "uhhuh Erebus why are you bringing crazy monsters to the house?" he askes before Erebus laughed "more like I am taking you back to the party" he said "you good to travel big guy? they are having all the fun without us"

Askbittyerror09/28/2020 Huitzi nods, smiling brightly. "Yes. Thank you for allowing me to hold your child."

JusticeMom09/28/2020 He waved a hand "you did as much for us as he did for you. Also visit. You are related to him after all. How I am not one hundred percent in which context but you are" He grabs all three of them, yes all three, and pulls everyone across the multiverse back to the chaotic party

[marquis1305]

Silk and Steel Ch 9

Ch 1 Ch 2 Ch 3 Ch 4 Ch 5 Ch 6 Ch 7 Ch 8

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Rating: Mature

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies)

Relationship: James “Bucky” Barnes/Reader

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Slow Burn, Reader-Insert, Florists, Reader is an Enhanced Individual, Nick Fury Knows All, SHIELD, Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. References, Post-Captain America: Civil War (Movie), Canon Divergence - Avengers: Endgame (Movie), Pre-Avengers: Infinity War Part 1 (Movie), Bucky Barnes Feels, Protective Steve Rogers, Hydra (Marvel), enhanced!reader, Reader’s Brother works for SHIELD, POV Female Character, James “Rhodey” Rhodes & Tony Stark Friendship, Rhodey is skeptical, Vision is curious, Tony feeds good behavior with blueberries, Tony Stark Has A Heart, Blueberries, backstory incoming, The Winter Soldiers - Freeform, Fragmented Teamwork, You like making quips as much as the next person, Tony Stark’s Nickames, Bucky Barnes’s Metal Arm, That whirring sound it makes, Russian, Soft Bucky, Sweet Bucky, He really is a sweet heart,

Summary: 

After the night you had, a day of work is a healthy distraction.

Or so you keep telling yourself.

Chapter 9: The Shoppe

There was little sleep to be found after that. Your dreams dark and fleeting. Memories long buried toying at the edges of your mind. Flashes of silvery steel grabbing at you. 

Leaving you waking up in a cold sweat and unable to fall back asleep. Sighing softly as you headed to your kitchen to set the coffee to percolate while leaning against the counter. Playing with the Comm device. Tongue flicking out to wet your lips as you weighed whether or not to let the team know what had just happened. 

You should have told them as soon as the line had disconnected. 

You shouldn’t tell them at all. 

It was a thought process better left for after you had had your coffee. 

Once you had finished getting ready for the day, after breakfast.

After you had walked down the steps and into your shop.

After just one more customer met at the till. 

Just one more bouquet tweaked. 

One more minute, that’s all.

You were stalling and you knew it. Quietly warring with yourself even as you moved about your day. Friendly smile never leaving your lips. Flowing easily from answering phones, potting the new plants, and finishing off the final bouquet for an order. The rhythm of your day making it easier to push away the anxiety of being unable to decide. To choose a side.

As if the choice was ever yours to make. Baba had been right. It would be too easy to place your brother at risk by involving yourself further. 

But would you be able to live with yourself if you didn’t?

A bell chiming to indicate a new customer quickly dragging you from your thoughts once more. “Welcome to The Silk Blossom, how may I-” Blinking as you turned about, mouth suddenly running dry at the sight of the one person you had never imagined seeing literally stopping to smell the roses. 

“You didn’t check in, Doll. We were worried.” He rumbled, blue gaze flitting up from the flowers to drift over your face.

You force the smile back to your face. Coming to stand close enough beside him that you could feel the heat of his body, almost blazing compared to the chilled shop temperature. “I didn’t realize that I needed to check in each time I got home.” 

Bucky huffed a small laugh, rolling his eyes. “This isn’t us asking you to the prom, Doll. Or your pops worried about curfew. The team was worried you had gotten waylaid, or something happened.”

“The team was?”

“I was.” Turning to meet your gaze more fully, it struck you once more the difference in size between the two of you. Lifting your chin to meet his gaze just as evenly. Reading the worry behind the crinkle of his eyes. The soft upturn of his lips. 

You sighed softly. “Babushka called me. Almost as soon as I got through the doors. It spooked me.” 

Lifting a hand to rest on your shoulder, he put the gentlest pressure into the touch, making you realize he was focusing on not hurting you, even with his flesh hand. The thought leading to the slightest tinting of your cheeks. “You could have told us. should have told me. I know something like that… Especially so soon, must have been rough.”

“She wanted to make sure that I was willing to go the distance… Bucky…” Suddenly swallowing back tears, the reality crashing in on you all at once. 

Only to be met by him pulling you closer, arms wrapping about you in a gentle hug. And you found yourself burying your face into his shoulder. Feeling his hand run over your hair in an attempt to quiet you. A quiet pang tearing through your chest with the motion. The rumbling of his chest almost as comforting as the whispered words he spoke. “You’re doing what you have to. But you are not them. You are not that any longer. Whatever you say. Whatever you do. It does not change who you are now. It’s only a cover, Doll.”

“Is it? My earliest memories are of them.” Nearly snarling the word before hiccuping through a sob. “What happens if I lose myself to that? What if I am just returning to where I belong...”

“That’s why I’m here. To make sure you don’t. Would be a shame if it stole you away before I got that dinner date after all.” Bucky chuckled softly, even as he pulled away just enough to brush the thumb of his flesh hand along your cheek. Wiping away the tears. A smile far gentler than it had any right to be gracing his lips. “You belong right here, surrounded by things that are thriving. That are alive. That are beautiful. I don’t think you’re the type to forget that, whatever the old witch said.”

“How are you so good at this?” You whispered, almost exasperated. Your brow furrowing as you searched his gaze for any sort of lie. 

“Because I spent seventy years trying to remember where I belonged. Fought every step of the way. I don’t wanna see you go through the same Doll, no one deserves that.” His thumb still lingering on your cheek, bringing a warmth to it beneath his touch. “Can’t stay long though. Don’t wanna blow your cover if they’re already onto you.”

You nod, letting out a steadying breath, trying to tamp down the sniffles that still broke through. Leaning into his touch a moment before clearing your throat and moving to pluck a single pink rose from the bunch that he had been looking at. Checking it quickly before nodding your head towards the counter, leading him as you weaved around the aisles. Each step helping to clear your head. Then taking out one of the clay pots that you kept in a cabinet. Filling it halfway with fertilized soil, setting it out on the counter. Making sure to water it thoroughly. Bucky watching you silently. Gaze following your hand’s every movement. 

Starting to hum a soft song, you took the clippers and snipped away part of the bottom of the stem at an angle. Then set it into the soil, carefully filling and packing it the rest of the way, clearing leaves as you went. Waiting until the stem was about four inches deep in soil before setting a support rod into the soil beside it, tying them together with a soft satin bow. 

Then snipping off the flower bud as well as an inch of stem.

“Hey!”

“Hush you, I know what I’m doing.” Waving off his concern with a flip of your head, not bothering to look up to see the way he had quirked a brow at you, thick arms crossing over the impossibly built chest. 

Okay, maybe you glanced up just a little. 

Pressing both hands to the base of the stem and letting the tiniest whisper of your power flow through to it. Helping to ensure the propagating set, feeling the way it responded to you and giving a single nod. 

“Alright, now, make sure to water this everyday, otherwise it will start to wilt on you. Not so much it drowns, but just enough to keep the soil damp. Give it a few weeks, and you’ll find new buds on there. When it starts getting big enough, you’ll have to move it to a new pot, and eventually outside, unless you keep it trimmed.” Presenting the pot to Bucky with a bright smile, eager to share this small portion of your life with him. To share a touch of normalcy. 

He took it with a small chuckle, shaking his head. “You didn’t have to do this, you know. You don’t owe me anything.”

“No, but now you have a reason to come in here and talk to me.” Giggling softly, before taking the blossom, using a bit of florist’s tape to make a mini corsage, adding a touch of baby’s breath to make it a bundle. Then carefully leaning over the counter to pin it to his shirt. “And this is thanks for the sweater that you will never see again.”

“Ah… Yeah… I had wondered about that, Doll.” It was amusing to watch Bucky flush this time, must have been something akin to lightning striking the same place twice. 

“It’s being held captive.”

“It’s yours.” The absolute sincerity in her voice made your breath catch. Eyes widening a moment as you watched him shrug, holding the pot closer to his chest. “I mean, you seemed to get some small bit of comfort out of it. I don’t mind making a sacrifice now and then.”

Your smile softened before nodding. “I’ll make sure to check in again before you’re forced to track me down this time. I should be getting another call soon, as soon as Baba feels like I’m ready.”

“I’ll come and chat with you about the plant when I get the chance. And Stark will be told to stop checking his comm every five minutes.” Bucky huffed a laugh. “See you around Doll.”

“I’ll see you then, Bucky.” Almost sighing the words as he turned to head from the shop. The smallest floaty feeling lingering as you watched him leave. Forcing yourself to focus as soon as the door shut, wiping down the counter. 

Your smile refusing to budge even an inch from your face. No matter how many times you reminded yourself to play it cool.

[fandom-necromancer]

377. “I’m going to make sure everyone knows about this. Everyone will know what a freak you are! No one will ever want to be friends with the likes of you!” “At what point did you assume I would care?”

This one is longer than my normal shorts on here, but enjoy nonetheless!

Fandom: Deus Ex | Ship: Jensard (Warnings: discrimination, violence, violation of privacy)

'So you say, he's stable, yes?' 'Some friend of his found him in that alley and brought him to some kind of aug expert. But he could only stabilise his augmentations, he is still dipping in and out of consciousness.' 'Sounds more like you need a doctor, not a software specialist.' 'The problem seems to be one of his internal systems keeping him in an... what did he call it... emergency stasis? At least I think that's what the mechanic told us.' 'Good. I don't want to find out I've travelled all the way over into this hell of a city just to tell you he needs medical care. I have business over in Detroit, you know?' 'And Interpol needs Jensen back at full functionality. I think your business can wait, can't it?' Francis sighed inwardly. He started to guess the man deserved the scar in his face, regardless how he might have gotten it. Full functionality. Hell, Jensen wasn't a machine. Well, mostly machine, okay, but they were still talking about a person. Francis was thankful his own augmentations were more discrete, he looked natural enough for all these assholes living here. And he had always thought Detroit was bad.

‘And where is he now?’ ‘Still with the tech, just down this road, it is disguised as a vintage bookshop. You’ll find it.’ Francis looked in the direction Jensen’s co-worker pointed him and nearly winced at the fences and heavy patrols “guarding” just another exit of the aug ghetto. They even had an automated turret. What the hell. ‘Hey, you realise, I’m augmented, right? And even if they don’t recognise it, I have my equipment with me. I guarantee you they won’t let me through. You want your human weapon back? Free the way, then.’ ‘I don’t have the time to babysit you through this. Just go around. Jensen sure as hell always finds a way. I don’t have time for this.’ The bigger man turned and walked away, muttering ‘Fucking civilians’ under his breath.

‘Yeah, fuck you, too’, the hacker called after him, not caring about angering the people who gave him the papers to freely roam the city. Of course, Jensen would find a way. He had no doubt, passing these guards was a piece of cake for the sharp-minded, heavily augmented super-soldier armed with the experience of a cop, a security agent and at last an infiltrator. But there was no use complaining now. He had to get moving. Standing somewhere too long or staring at someone most likely would get him killed here.

In the end he found a side entrance to the areal barred by wood and a locked door. Francis managed to push his equipment over the fence, flinching at the sound of it hitting the ground on the other side. If anything in there had broken, Interpol was paying for the damage. Then his own body followed – graceless but undetected thankfully. On the other side he gathered his materials and dusted himself off. Yeah, he would never again complain about Detroit.

The bookshop looked terrible. Not in the way it was build or arranged, but it seemed to have been a full-blown battlefield: ripped out pages covered the floor, books had fallen out of their shelves and bullet holes lined the walls. What on earth had happened here? Francis wandered through the aisles looking for any sign of life. Of course, it found him instead: ‘Ah, you must be the hacker! They told me you would come!’ Francis turned to someone who looked more like one of those punks living at the outskirts of civilisation. He would have rather thought the man to sell drugs to junkies than fixing up the complex machinery that was Jensen. The man held out his hand and Pritchard shook it hesitantly. ‘My name is Koller, I helped Adam out in the past a few times already. He is such a work of art! I heard you worked on some of the software?’ ‘Pritchard’, Francis nodded reserved, unwilling to be on first name basis with the man. Somehow, he thought Jensen must have been, too. ‘Where is he?’

'Oh, yeah, right! Sorry, I got carried away. He is down in the lab, follow me, follow me!' Pritchard walked behind the man bouncing all over the place like an excited child. His only reason to not deem this a lost course and call it a day was the fact that he was curious deep down. He had supervised Jensen’s missions two years ago. The guy was like a shadow clearing entire buildings without getting spotted. And even if it came to the point of confrontation, he doubted anyone to easily subdue the man in combat. Not with these augs and not with these reflexes. Whoever managed to catch the former head of security off guard had to be someone experienced and nearly as heavily enhanced as the man himself. And if that was the case Jensen needed his help, regardless of what their personal opinions of each other had been.

The “lab” turned out to be a junkyard full of spares and tools, not one thing in a place it would have belonged. This Koller seemed to live down here – half eaten Energy-bars, some instant soups. God, it looked worse than teenaged Francis’ room could ever have. Definitely not a place that deserved the name “lab”. It was a cleaner part of the sewers if anything. To even think of opening someone’s inner systems up in here send shivers down his spine. Well, the times had changed. And this was Prague. This was likely one of the better establishments if he thought about it.

‘Welcome to the inner sanctum! Please, make yourself at home!‘ Koller introduced the chamber and Francis didn’t even answered. ‘Where is he?’, he repeated his question instead and looked around, finding the subject of interest by himself. Jensen was strapped to a chair to hold him in position, the HUD-lenses retracted for once, but eyes closed. He was naked from the waist up, but someone had draped his coat over him to keep him warm. He was breathing underneath, it looked as if he was sleeping and Francis had never even once seen him this relaxed.

He took the few steps up to the chair, immediately kneeling next to the unconscious body to unpack his equipment. ‘What did you do so far? Do you know what happened?’ ‘He was found in an alley, already unconscious. Alex brought him here.’ Francis wouldn’t ask who that was, it wasn’t important. ‘His augs were twitching, took me some time to pin him there. Had overloaded energy systems. I drained them and repaired the damage the machinery did to itself while Adam was unconscious. The body is fine again, but he didn’t wake up. I’m not familiar with the code Sarif Industries implemented and it’s far too advanced for me to understand. My expertise is the tinkering, you see.�� ‘I see’, Pritchard commented sarcastically, already diving into his screens, setting up the diagnostic programs before plugging the different cables into Jensen’s ports. He waited for the results to emerge and as he looked up again, there was a cup of coffee standing in front of him. Disbelievingly he looked at Koller, sitting in a corner observing him. ‘Hey, don’t look at me like that. I worked with guys like you before, I know what my programmers like.’ Pritchard bit back that he was in no way one of his programmers. The man just brought him coffee, he should cut back the hostility a bit.

The results confirmed Koller’s diagnosis: There had been sudden surges of electricity to every system resulting in a critical overload that had disconnected the few biological parts in order to save them from the worst damage. The sudden disconnection had left the augments to themselves, which resulted in them damaging themselves further. But he had to give it to him, this Koller-guy had done good work on them. They were as good as new. Now to the software blockers. He had to connect and calibrate the different augmentations all over again. He sighed deeply, forgetting that he had an audience.

‘What? What is it?’ ‘Nothing. It’s just… this will take some time.’ ‘Okay, I’ll leave you to it, I have a few projects of my own to work on. Call me if you need anything!’ Pritchard grumbled something unintelligible. I just need one thing and that is silence. And maybe another coffee.

At least one of that he got: Koller didn’t bothered him anymore, except maybe for his music playing. But that he could tune out. He began tiping away on his keyboard, writing line after line to initiate the reconnection and administrate it. There would be enough errors coming up for him to bother with starting and stopping new processes. From there on, it was more waiting for the software to boot again and start up the augments. Enough unused time for Pritchard to get bored and think. Think about what the hell could have happened in that alley. Sure, he could wait for Jensen to wake up and keep it all a secret. But there was another solution. One the man would hate him even more for. Ah, well, he wouldn’t have to know about it, would he?

Making sure to have his headphones plugged in and only attached to one ear as to still know what happened around him, he started digging for the programs Sarif had ordered him to write in case something went wrong. In case his guard dog wriggled out of his confines. Francis hadn’t particularly liked writing the code and felt guilty for using it now, but hey, no one would ever get to know any of this, right?

He started up one of the little tools and it began downloading from Jensen’s sensory systems. It took some time to compile into one video-feed, but in the end, there was the pop-up window: start the recording? Francis hovered over the ok-button, hesitating. He looked up to Jensen’s relaxed face. Another violation of the man's privacy, one to add to the many others. But this one was purely of Francis' own making. No one pushed him to pry. But before he could decide otherwise, he hit the mouse button.

A dark alley came into view, the camera- Jensen's head- was shifting from one side to the other and guessing from the hands trying to steady the body against a wall, stumbling forwards. The HUD informed him of a toxicological overload even the sentinel couldn't compensate. Jensen was drunk beyond safe measures. Francis recognised the alley; it wasn't far from the apartment complex he lived in. Jensen's colleagues had shown it to him on the way here. Had he angered any neighbours? Who would attack him this close to home? The camera footage went dark as Jensen leaned against a wall after a particularly bad stumble to one side. He had no chance at reacting to the attack, especially not in his state. Multiple errors and warnings spammed the HUD and Francis managed to decipher enough to reconstruct what happened: electric prod to the back. Jensen fell to the ground, still conscious but unable to get himself up fast enough to defend himself. Another electric surge flooded the systems and a static laugh was heard.

‘Fucking techno. Surprised they can even still get drunk. No augmentation for that, huh?’ Jensen managed to roll to a side, but some boot kicked him down again, followed by another zap that messed up his systems enough to corrupt his vision. ‘Stay down, asshole. I’m going to make sure to leave you here where all your little robo-fuckers can see you. I’ll make sure to tell the police how you attacked us. I’m going to make sure everyone knows about this. Everyone will know what a freak you are! No one will ever want to be friends with the likes of you!’

‘At what point did you assume I would care?’ Francis jerked up in his seat, looking around for who had caught him looking into the man’s memories. But Koller was still working away to his weird taste in music and no one else was there. Could it be…

Jensen was smiling. It looked weird, the man still being unconscious and relaxed, but smug at the replay of the memory. ‘I am a freak, and nobody wants to be near me already. I know. Everyone does.’ It was mumbled and heavy with sleep, but Pritchard could hear the words and feel their impact. Before he could decide on what to think exactly, Koller had jumped from his desk. ‘You finished? You fixed him?’ In record time, Francis had shut down the secret programs he had once written for Sarif and regretted deeply now. ‘Yes!’ A little too eager maybe. ‘I-it will take some time until he wakes up, but he’s good to go once the calibration is done.’ ‘Awesome! And so fast, too! He hasn’t lied about you being one of the best out there.’

The tech rambled on for some time, but Francis had filtered his voice out. I am a freak, and nobody wants to be near me. At what point did you assume I would care?

Maybe he should extend his vacation in Prague. Maybe Jensen would need more fine-tuning later when awake again. Yeah. Definitely fine-tuning. Work. Not an excuse for spending some time with his former colleague.

[starr-fall-knight-rise]

Humans are Space Orcs “Psychopath”

*Reader Discression is Advised. Contains Violent content* 

The Journal of Mechanics and Biology

The human brain is designed to run based on a set of complex backup systems. For example, All aspects of visual perception are not located in the same area. If you are to destroy one aspect of the visual system they may be able to retain other aspects of that same system. For this reason it is rather difficult to fully remove the functioning of a single sensory aspect by damaging cortical tissue. However, due to the complexity of these backup systems within a human brain, the slightest malfunction can also cause a mass ripple affect throughout the entire brain.

An imbalance in their neurotransmission chemicals can cause system wide catastrophic failure which can lead to any number of problems including, depression, anxiety, schizophrenia, etc.. Additionally, improper neural connections can also cause ripple effects in behavior. A defective connection between the prefrontal cortex and the amygdala is, perhaps, one of the most unsettling.

Though we know little about the subject, human studies have connected this to Antisocial Personality which can be further broken down into Sociopathy and Psychopathy. Specifically focusing on Psychopathy we find that a disconnect between the frontal lobe and the amygdala demonstrate a lack of empathy and the absence of fear. A human Psychopath often participants in extreme risky and criminal activity because they feel no fear worry or guilt, sensations which keep normal Humans within the bounds of their social law. 

While many psychopaths do not become violent and prefer to work high risk business jobs, when they do get a taste for criminality, the results can be catastrophic. With a lack of fear and empathy, a human psychopath may see no issue with violent crimes against his own species.

As far as we know, there is no reasonable way to detect a human psychopath on short notice, but those who have had experience have indicated that, because of their heightened animalistic instincts, another human may feel uneasy when confronted with one. Though this way of telling is not always accurate, it should be taken under advisement that if a number of humans are uneasy around one of their own species, than it is best to stay clear. 

Krill stood silently next to Captain Vir, as the ship’s cargo ramp was lowered towards the dusty ground below. A cloud of red dust plumbed into the air before dispersing to show a wide expanse of flat, red rock broken, only distantly, by the occasional hill, and a windswept concrete structure surrounded on all sides by security fences and posted with guards. 

Just below them, a dusty red jeep, a human vehicle, sat sides covered in a thick layering of red dust. 

“Remind me again why we would take on such a risky mission.” Krill asked quietly glancing nervously at the group of four guards and one prisoner standing quietly outside the vehicle.

Captain Vir gave a short laugh, and with a clank he took his first step forward onto the cargo ramp prosthetic foot clattering against the metal below him.

“It can’t be that risky.” He began, “It’s just a prisoner transport.’ Krill clattered onto the ramp after him making sure to stay behind the safety of the captain’s larger form.

“Besides.” The captain muttered, “No one else is willing to risk dealing with a human prisoner, so the galactic assembly contacted us personally.”

Krill didn’t much like that explanation, but he gave up trying to understand it as they made their way to the bottom of the ramp.

The captain showed no such worry making his way straight up to the group of guards as a few of the crew members clattered down the stairs behind them.

As was order by the galactic assembly, the human prisoner was bound with the proper human restraints including ankle chains wrist manacles and a belly chain all connected together to reduce his movement. Additionally, his mouth and nose were covered by a clear plastic spit-shield. The human didn’t appear worried or agitated in the slightest. In fact, his posture was rather relaxed as he waited in the scorching desert sun.

Odd though, looking at the human guards, Krill noted the stiffness of their bodies, and the watchfulness of their eyes. They were agitated, while the prisoner was not. Krill didn’t see why, the human was perfectly calm.

Captain Vir ignored the signs as well making his way to the guard in charge to exchange a few words before the man handed over a cream colored file. The captain appeared perplexed by something the man said, but brushed it off a moment later and motion the group of men towards the ship.

The  guards complied, and marched the prisoner up the ramp and into the cargo bay. Krill followed captain Vir on their way back up pleased to be out of the heat, which had already drained much of his energy. 

“We leave him in your capable hands.” The guard captain said, “Just remember what I told you, and you should have no problems.”

Captain Vir gave a short nod, and the man backed out of the cargo bay. As soon as he did so Krill noted the man’s posture straighten as if a heavy weight had been lifted off his shoulders. By the look on his face, you would have thought he had just returned from battle. 

Captain Vir barked an order, and the ramp gave a metallic hiss closing behind them finally blocking the oppressive heat radiating inwards from the desert moon.

Captain vir turned just then giving off a sharp hiss of surprise. Krill turned and paused to find that the other human, the prisoner, had moved silently forward so the two men were now nose to nose.

The entire cargo bay had gone quiet, and Krill watched in confusion as all the blood drained from the captain’s face.

The prisoner gave a chuckle and stepped back wide smile visible through the spit shield.

The white was replaced suddenly by a wash of red, and the captain stepped forward again right into the prisoner’s space. 

Krill stepped back in shock. He had never seen such a primitively overt manifestation of dominance from the captain. Whatever just happened, had caused an almost primal reaction.

“Threaten me again, and that chain goes around your neck.” The captain hissed looming a good two inches over the prisoner. 

Despite the show of dominance, the prisoner remained smiling posture relaxed. There was no fear in his eyes.

Despite this, the captain stood his ground as the man was dragged towards the brig by a group of four other humans.

As soon as the man left the room, the captain’s face drained again and he stepped back looking almost sick. One hand moved to rub the opposite arm. That hand was shaking. 

Krill stepped forward.

“Captain, are you alright?”

The man gave a confused shake of his head, “Yeah I.... think so... I don’t know that man just. Uh, makes my skin crawl.”

Krill glanced down at the captain’s dermal layer but found nothing untoward.

The captain must have noticed, “A figure of speech, Krill. He bothers me.... the look in his eyes... uh.”

As it turned out, the captain wasn’t the only one to be so affected. Other members of the crew reported similar, though varying, levels of uneasiness. Krill found the idea both fascinating and chilling. What about such a diminutive human could create such a visceral reaction in the crew. While the captain had responded to the man with increased dominance, a few of the other humans refused to be in the same room with him. Others, left his presence shaking and one or more of the crew members demanded that the captain release him immediately for someone else to take care of.

Though the captain looked inclined to agree, he was forced to admit there were no other options.

Krill tried to understand it, but the answers he received were mostly the same. There was something about the prisoner that caused the other humans to respond as if they were in close proximity to one of their own earth predators. As far as Krill knew, there wasn’t much that could scare a human, but this was something all together different.

A few times he took to watching the prisoner through the cameras in his cell, but As far as krill could tell, there was nothing so different about him. He seemed relatively calm and well behaved for a human. He barely talked, and aside from his first interaction with the captain, he had not made any overtly dominant attempts. 

Chained only with the handcuffs, the human switched between sleeping and resting with his back to the floor staring up at the ceiling.

Once accompanying the captain to feed the prisoner, Krill learned just how unnerving the new human could be.

The captain had just slid the trey through the bars when, suddenly, the man was right there. The captain took a step back in shock. The look on the other human’s face was unnaturally focused eyes narrowed in concentration mouth turned in a wide grin.

“Good morning, Captain.” The man began. The tone of his voice was pleasant enough, though Krill noted the same visceral reaction of the captain whose mouth twitched in disgust hands balling defensively into fists.

“What do you want.” He snapped

“Oh come now, captain. I just wanted to make a friendly greeting to someone who has graciously taken care of me.” Krill watched as the man eyed the captaining up and down expression almost hungry as he did so.

“You can take your thanks and shove them up your ass.” The captain growled.

The man frowned, “Such an aversion to someone you know nothing about.”

“I know your a psycho. Don’t need a degree to tell you that.”He growled quietly, “Come on, Krill.”The captain snapped marching them out into the hall and slamming the door behind him.

Captain Vir must have seen the reaction on his face for he stopped and gave a sigh, “Sometimes people just make you feel wrong. It’s like Evil becomes a physical sensation crawling around inside you like a bucket of maggots.”

Krill shook his head in disgust, no wonder they were so averse to the stranger,

Vir Sighed, “I read the man’s file about a day ago... should never have agreed to this mission. Wouldn’t’ve if I had know what he’d done.”

“And what did he do?”

The captain eyed Krill for a long moment before sighing, “You know humans are a very aggressive race.... we are a species of extremes, and while there is good there is evil, and that man broke one of the two greatest taboos in human society.”

“And what are those?” Krill asked nervously.

“The two are Cannibalism and Incest.”

Krill gave a little squeak of horror upon hearing the definition of the two words. He even gave a little step back from the captain horrified that a species could even be capable of such behavior.

The captain held out a hand, “I said it’s Taboo, Krill. Meaning NORMAL people are disgusted by it.”

Krill swallowed hard, “And which one did he do.”

Vir gave a short hiss, “When they caught him, they also found the remains of at least five separate people. When they couldn’t find the rest he admitted to cooking them up and eating them.”

If Krill could have been sick he would have.

Psychopathy was a new word for Krill, and he quickly learned the meaning just a day out from the last station when accompanying the captain to move the prisoner. Despite their distrust, they shouldn’t have grown so complacent. 

They should have left on the proper restraints.

Instead they had chained him by one hand to the bars, while they cleared his cell.

The captain was replacing the bedding when it happened. A loud snap and a roar of pain. Krill turned to find the prisoner rushing towards him. One of his hands had been mangled beyond recognition. The man had broken his own thumb in order to slip it from the cuffs.

Krill was knocked out of the way, thrown violently against the wall where he lay dazed and confused.

The thing that had knocked him aside barreled past and slammed into the prisoner. 

The captain and the prisoner were tossed to the ground in a heap of thrashing limbs and fists. Krill curled back in terror.

The captain gave a scream and Krill turned away mortified as the prisoner came up for air, Grin dripping with blood.

More solid striking noises. A desperate fight.

Krill peered out from behind his cowering limbs just in time to see the captain demonstrate a human phenomenon he had heard about but never seen. He lifted the prisoner from his chest and hurled him back. So powerful was the throw, that the other man slammed into the wall feet away. He was up in seconds pinning the man back against the wall as teeth snapped inches from his neck.

Krill could hear voices from the other side of the door.

But it was too late, the captain had already made his decision. The knife appeared in his hand a moment later. 

Krill had never seen a human fight before much less death. But he watched the knife vanish and then reappear covered in blood first once and then twice then three times. Blood gurgled from the prisoner’s mouth in a sputtering laugh.

He collapsed to the floor, and the captain staggered away hands covered in blood. He eyed the corpse long after the heart had failed. 

The door was thrown open moments later.

Men rushed in.

They moved towards the captain and the fallen corpse.

Trying to get close, the captain jerked away hands over his face slowly backing away from the other humans.

He backed over to the wall next to krill and slid down. HIs face was pale eyes wide, nothing like his attacker. His skin appeared clammy and cold.

A lot of species are afraid of humans, but oddly enough Krill knew the truth. Humans weren’t scary in general. They were protective and aggressive, but they were honest and friendly. Humans were made to adapt well in a social environments, they were good companions to have. Humans that couldn’t preform socially were immediately ostracized and rejected by other humans. This is why psychopathy is so profoundly disturbing. The intentional rejection of proper social action makes other humans uncomfortable and even aggressive. It’s a primitive response, but useful when you want to know who is and is not dangerous. 

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Menacing the Allspark Studio today is mechanical monster Overbite!  Will he prowl the depths of your shelves for his next victim, or will he conclude that “fish are friends, not food” and open a burger joint instead?  Tune in after the break to find out!

Sadly, I never even saw the Seacons during the original G1 run.  My first exposure to the designs was during the Beast Wars II toy series of the late 90’s.  Being a fan of both G1 and Beast Wars, I couldn’t help but be enamored with the figures, though my budget at the time only allowed for a late in the game grab of a set with no combiner parts off BBTS that I think was the result of a find in a flooded warehouse (more on that in another review).  I wanted to get a complete set, and never imagined that one day Hasbro would release them in the original toy colors, especially after I missed the Timelines Seacons set released by FunPub (I STILL need that set).

To my further surprise, TakaraTomy (and Hasbro) went all in on the Seacon love and gave us the currently being released Generations Selects set, remolded from several Terrorcon molds and the Moonracer mold.  In spite of many things being on lockdown due to COVID-19 at the moment, the Generations Select Seacons have finally made it to the United States and have begun to trickle out in groups of 2 through the mail.  Today we will look at Overbite, a remold of Power of the Primes Rippersnapper.

Colors

Before we really get started, let’s talk about colors.  One of the first things Western fans will note is that the colors on the Generations selects figures do not match the G1 toys exactly.  There is a good reason for that, and one I had totally forgotten until I was reminded by fellow Allspark staffer SOS.

You see, my only exposure to the G1 Seacons came as an adult, out of a wonderful discovery that, being a speaker of Spanish, I would get to enjoy all of the Japanese G1 shows in a dub language I understood.  It has been a long time since I watched Super God Masterforce en español, and I had forgotten about the colors used in the cartoon, which Takara has matched in the Generations Selects line.  So, there you have it, the reason for the colors not matching the toys.

  Beast Mode

Sharks are cool.  They are silent, powerful, and graceful animals that do not deserve the overzealous treatment they sometimes receive.  That being said, there is one image of a shark that will haunt me forever…The Scooby-Doo Demon Shark:

That is what this mold reminds me of, and it both haunts 5 year-old me and fascinates 43 year-old me.  This anthropomorphic beast looks ready to kill on land and sea, and it would make for a very fun figure, if not for a few mold tolerance issues.  I am not sure if this is the case for everyone, but my Overbite’s tail end, comprised of the halves that form the lower legs of the robot mode, don’t stay securely connected as well as I would prefer.  Additionally, the shark head seems to pop off easily during transformations.  More on that later.

The lower legs of the beast mode have two points of articulation in the form of ball-jointed hips and swivels at the ankles.  This provides for a stable, if not overly dynamic posing ability.  The forearms have ball joints at the shoulders and elbows, as well as swivels at the wrists.  Add onto that a fierce set of serrated teeth on a mouth with a wide opening lower jaw, and you have a beast that could do some serious damage, feeding himself on the bodies of his victims, shoveling their parts into his menacing maw.

Despite the mold tolerance issues, I think this is a great looking beast mode.  If yours hold together slightly better than mine, you will love Overbite in beast mode as well.

Robot Mode

Overbite is a remold of Rippersnapper, but only slightly.  He has new beast legs, a beast head, and a new robot head.  It is pretty amazing how different this figure looks in both beast and robot modes in comparison to Rippersnapper.  No one would confuse either for the other on Cybertron, but they do look like they might be cousins.  Differing color schemes are wonderful things.

Articulation from this mode:

  Knee swivels

Thigh swivels

Ball-jointed hips

Waist swivel

Ball-jointed shoulders

Ball-jointed elbows

Wrist swivels

Ball-jointed head

Overbite has the same level of articulation in robot mode that one would expect from Rippersnapper.  He poses well, balances well, and benefits from added stabilization in some modes due to the beast mode feet hanging low to the back end of the robot feet.  The looseness in the lower robot leg halves is also reduced, perhaps due to added friction from the shark tail halves pushing against both parts.  The neck articulation, while limited as usual under the current design team, is better than normal.

The robot mode definitely makes up for the issues in the beast mode.  I will likely leave Overbite as a robot on my shelves, as he throws off Piranacon’s balance as a weapon, and beast mode is just a little to loose for my liking.  He will be lower ground support for the rest of the team while they are in combined mode.

Arm/Leg Mode

Overbite makes a solid leg and arm.  There is really only one issue I have with him during transition to these modes.  The beast mode head has a tendency to disconnect.  The joint in the middle of the back component that allows the head/back piece to bend in order to connect to the back of the torso pops apart with just a little pressure.

Sadly, it pops off too easily, to the point of annoyance.  This affects my enjoyment of the figure considerably, but since Overbite is not meant to be a leg or arm in the official configuration, it is probably a moot point until I get God Neptune…

Weapon Mode

To form weapon mode, get Overbite in beast mode, but leave the beast head in the same configuration as robot mode.  Rotate the arms around at the elbows and bend them at a 45º angle, rotate the wrists 90º, and rotate the heels of the beast feet to the back of the beast hips.  Place his gun in the port for the combiner hand and rotate the combiner port to the center of the robot chest.

Overbite makes one of the better “weapon” modes, mostly due to being the most compact.  However, he weighs too much to allow for a wide array of poses.  As such, Piranacon will only use the combined sword and Turtler’s rifle on my shelf.  Maybe you will have better luck posing yours.

Overall Thoughts

I give Overbite 7,000/10,000 gallons of seawater!  He has a creepily monstrous beast mode, but the mold tolerances drop his scores here.  Robot mode is phenomenal, and his other modes are adequate, but a beast mode head that pops off frequently during transformation, paired with a weapon mode that is too heavy to pose while connected to Piranacon’s hands, drop his scores again.  Of course, you need him to complete the team, but you do not need him to complete the combiner.  I think Overbite works best as a single character in robot mode, providing support to the Seacons in that fashion.

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  Generations Selects GS-TT07 Overbite Gallery and Review! Menacing the Allspark Studio today is mechanical monster Overbite!  Will he prowl the depths of your shelves for his next victim, or will he conclude that “fish are friends, not food” and open a burger joint instead? 

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If It’s Magic Chapter 8

Daaaaaam, this took forever! Does anyone still care about this story? If so here’s 3k words of plot development(?) Anyways if you wanna be added to my taglist just let me know!

Warnings: Eh, people get punched and they curse. We grown outchea.

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“Daniel, either let me pass or get your ass beat like that big nigga about to get.”

Amira brought her gaze from Daniel to the towering male some feet behind him, keeping a safe distance. Xavier’s eyes widened before he spoke back to her.

“Beat my ass?! Didn’t you do that enough the other day when you busted my lip?” 

She growled at Xavier and went to push past Daniel only to have him hold her back, though with no small amount of difficulty.

“What did you do to me, you piece of shit?!”

“I didn’t DO anything! I’ve been here or in class and actively avoiding your crazy ass for the past two days!!”

Amira stilled in Daniel’s grip and stared at Xavier for a moment before she replied, “Then why the fuck did I hear you calling out for me not 2 hours ago?”

Xavier’s face paled for a moment as he realized something but didn’t say what it was. Amira immediately noticed the change and ducked out of Daniel’s arms to walk towards him, craning her neck to meet his gaze before speaking again.

“What. Did. You. Do.”

“Well, um...I might’ve tried to manifest your aura while I was masturbating,” Xavier rushed out his explanation in one breath but that didn’t stop Amira from hearing exactly what he said.

“PORQUE?!”

Just when Xavier opened his mouth in an attempt to explain further, Daniel burst into laughter from the door that he’d closed during this time.

“Nigga, you did what now? How the hell did that even happen?”

Xavier sighed and tried to be as brief as possible about what was now an embarrassing topic.

Xavier paced his room stressed and hungry, though not for food. Truth be told, he missed Amira. He’d been missing her since she’d first broke things off and after what he’d said to her a few days ago he knew she’d probably never speak to him again. He thought about her lips and how she loved to kiss him, the plushness of her body and she felt like a living marshmallow every time he held her in his arms. How her smile was like the sunshine that chased away the darkness of his thoughts. Before long he began thinking of all the things that drove him crazy about the petite succubus when he remembered something her mother had told them about their bond.

“If one of you reaches out for the other hard enough, you can pull on or manifest the energy of your mate.”

Of course she was referring to if one couldn’t find the other or was missing them, but at this point Xavier was hungry and knew that her aura would be more than enough to satisfy his urges until he found a human to feed from that wasn’t clingy, crazy, or in search of commitment. So he decided to apply that same technique while pleasuring himself and found himself quite surprised with the results. It was like he could hear her in the throes of pleasure, feel her on top of him, and feel himself inside of her. Before he knew it he was moaning her name, urging her to say his. Just when he was about to reach his peak he heard her voice call back to him, his eyes rolling back as he spilled his release into his hand.

“Let me get this straight,” Daniel started. “Y’all can think of each other hard enough to feel and hear the other when you’re not nearby?! I’d like to sign up to be a sex demon today, please.”

Xavier snorted a bit and Amira shot them both a glare before turning to leave, tired of them both.

“Well that was riveting but don’t do again or so help me I will come back here and kill you both.”

“ Both?!” Daniel’s eyes grew wide.

“No witnesses. Nothing personal,” Amira said with a devilish smile.

…

Jason called Amira for the 4th time that night, sighing when he was sent to voicemail yet again. He kept replaying what he said to her in his head and the more he did, the worse he felt. It also took him back to when they first talked about the very thing he threw back in her face.

“So tell me, does being a succubus really mean you’re incapable of monogamy?”

Amira paused her writing and met Jason’s gaze with a raised brow, searching his face for the intention behind the question. Once she realized he was genuinely curious she sighed and pushed her laptop to the side.

“Succubi are just as capable of having monogamous relationships as anyone else. The thing is, our biology causes us to also need to feed off the sexual energy of others. It’s rare, but a succubus sometimes picks a partner that she feeds from exclusively for life. They normally marry but even if they don’t, they still stay together. What you just mentioned is a stereotype made by some white man hundreds of years ago in an attempt to paint us as nothing but sex crazed demons, unworthy of love. Is that how you see me?”

“No, of course not. I think you deserve all the love you can handle..”

They exchanged smiles before Amira leaned over and kissed him sweetly, each time feeling better than the first for him.

…

One Month Later, Halloween

“So is Jason coming tonight?” Lucy asked Amira as they got dressed in their dorm.

Amira smirked as she put on her suit jacket, adjusting her bra so that she didn’t have too much cleavage out or end up with a wardrobe malfunction. Buttoning her jacket she walked over to her dresser and grabbed her blood-red lipstick before she answered.

“Yes, and I have a bad feeling about it. You know Xavier’s going to be there and I don’t need a dick measuring contest at the fundraiser.”

The fundraiser in question was a haunted house and escape room hosted by the BSU to raise money and increase campus involvement. Mostly everyone was involved in some way, with Amira deciding to take on an administrative role and make sure they stayed within their budget while giving a fun night. So far they’d raised almost two-thousand dollars in advance tickets, expecting at least another 500 at the door.

As Amira got ready to tell her roommate what could go wrong her phone rang, signaling a video call from her siblings. After applying a quick coat of her lipstick she answered, grinning when she was met with the faces of her older siblings.

“Well hello, titties!” Francois said with a snicker.

Amira snorted a laugh before shooting back, “You mad you ain’t got these titties, I understand.”

Lucy cackled in the background before leaving the room to get her shoes, leaving the three to talk. Jonathan spoke next.

“You both look like religious spoopy thots, there’s no competition.”

Both Amira and Francois smiled at that before they were interrupted by the familiar stern voice of their father.

“If you three are done, tell your sister that we’re outside.”

Amira chuckled before propping her phone up and checking her hair, curly tresses currently under a straight jet black wig that stopped in the middle of her back. She grabbed her white choker and secured it to her throat, silver cross laying beautifully in the center of her clavicle as she yelled to let Lucy know her family was downstairs waiting. Grabbing her black open-toe stilettos and putting them on, Amira disconnected the call and grabbed her clutch before stepping out of her room.

The rest of the Lectors waited downstairs in the lobby, ready to see their youngest in person. Francois was clad in a slutty nun costume, which was comprised of a black latex bodysuit with a white cross on the chest and matching fake habit adorning their head along with white thigh-high boots while Jonathan was dressed as a possessed catholic bishop. He sported an all-black suit with a black shirt that was open at the top three buttons, revealing more of his pale skin while his hair was dyed black at the roots and red throughout. His belt was cinched around his jacket just enough to reveal his tapered waist, topping the costume off with a red patch on the cuff of his sleeve and a silver cross pendant that stopped just past the fourth button of his shirt. Their parents opted for a classic Dracula and his wives costume, looking as if they stepped out of Bram Stoker’s movie or even the modern version of Van Helsing. When the elevator opened Amira and Lucy stepped out, the former dressed as a priest and the latter as an undead maid since she was going to be in the haunted house. 

Before she could sneak up on them Diana ran over and hugged her daughter with a happy squeal. What followed was more hugs from the rest of her family, a reintroduction to Lucy, and a quick catch-up before they left for the festivities.

…

Once they were at the fundraiser Lucy went into the house with the others so they could get into their designated places before everything opened. Amira was talking with her family when Xavier walked by, offering an awkward wave that was met with an eye roll and Francois flipping him off. He sighed as he made his way into the house, making a mental note to try and talk to Amira soon.

After their parents went to see what else was going on for the night, Amira turned to Francois to say something only to be met with a sight of a man approaching them followed by a loud string of Quebecois curses leaving her oldest brother’s mouth plus a push past her and Jonathan to meet him halfway. She looked at her other brother for a moment before realization dawned on her.

“That’s Felix, isn’t it…”

“Yup.”

“We should probably go over there before Fran strangles him.”

“Probably.”

With that, they followed Francois who was just about to scream at the towering male only stopped by Amira jumping in front of them.

“Oi, you stalking my brother?”

Felix looked down at her, blue eyes meeting brown ones as Francois was behind her stewing.

“Actually, I was invited. Imagine my surprise when a lovely woman told me you all would be here!”

“A woman?! Who-...did she have a Jamaican accent?”

Felix nodded and Amira burst into a fit of laughter as Francois now turned away to find their parents, specifically their mother given how they shrieked for her loud enough to be heard 2 blocks away. Jonathan was laughing with Amira, the two of them wheezing and coughing at this point at the realization that Pauline had tipped Felix off so he’d come. Once they caught their breath Amira took the 6’6 man by the arm and steered him in the direction of where Francois had stormed off to.

“Let’s go big man, I don’t wanna miss this,” she said as the sounds of Francois and Pauline’s voices grew louder, now arguing in full-blown Patois.

...

After finally calming things down between Francois and Pauline, Amira went back to help some of her fellow BSU members do last-minute touches to the vending stands. While she was talking to one of the workers at the popcorn stand she heard another one gasp before pointing towards a figure behind her with a look of pure shock.

“Is that Jason Momoa?!”

Amira chuckled and said goodbye to them before turning to walk towards the man in question with a smile, his werewolf costume obviously not taking much effort.

"How very original, Wolfman. You look good."

"I do, but not nearly as good as you. Are you supposed to be catholic?"

"I'm a priest! Just call me Padre," Amira remarked with a wiggle of her brows.

"Alright you two, keep your hormones in check, there are old people present," Jonathan said just as they were about to kiss, Jason giving a puzzled look to the young male that was flanked by the rest of the family.

At the sight of the six individuals plus Felix he was slightly confused for a moment until his eyes fell to Diana, immediately spotting the resemblance to Amira. Looking back to her he let out "This is your family?" with no small amount of shock.

“Yeah, everyone here is my family except for the tall Black dude. That’s Frankie’s future husband.” Amira remarked with a grin, prompting Felix’s brows to shoot up before he gave a rather sheepish smile. Francois, however, didn’t find the statement amusing.

Jason looked at Amira then her family and back to her, multiple questions swirling in his expression. Amira frowned a bit, sensing his energy shift though he quickly covered it with a nervous smile and a pleasant “nice to meet you all” towards the Lectors.

…

After some light conversation while they waited in line for the haunted house the group of nine were finally at the front getting ready to go in. The person at the door warned them of jumpscares and flashing lights, making sure to emphasize that all the participant’s costumes were well done and that if they can’t handle people jumping out and grabbing them they shouldn’t go in. Everyone agreed that they were fine and began the trek through the darkened hallways, faint screams being heard almost immediately.

While everyone went a bit ahead Jason gently pulled Amira’s arm to keep her behind with him, leaning down to quietly speak to her.

“Why didn’t you tell me you had a blended family?”

“Because my family isn’t blended? And is this really the time to be asking me about this? I think it can wait till after we get out of here,” she replied as they slowly walked through, Amira not being phased when someone dressed as a zombie jumped out and reached for her with a snarl.

Jason looked at her with another question that she quickly answered before it left his lips.

“My father is married to all three of them currently, and each one gave birth to myself and my brothers. Unlike in America, that’s legal up north despite being frowned upon socially.”

“Wait, so...all three of those women agreed to marry your father and live together? You don’t find that a little odd at all?”

Amira stopped in her tracks and turned to face Jason completely, her eyes turned to slits as she squinted up at him.

“What are you getting at, Jason? Just say it.”

“Well, ya know...I’ve seen stories about this kind of stuff. Men that trick women into marrying them and make them dependent on him so that they don’t leave.”

She looked at him as if she wanted to grab him and rip his tongue out of his mouth for even insinuating that her father was holding his wives hostage, but for the sake of not making a scene, she simply turned around and began to walk away.

Jason internally kicked himself and sighed as he watched her walk ahead of him, deciding to give her some space as they continued to go through the house and try not to jump at the people that came out of corners and crevices of the place. As they walked on, he got a little closer to Amira and tried to apologize for what he’d said earlier only to have someone dressed as a zombie pop out and grab at them. Before he could stop himself he punched the person on reflex, making both Amira and her family stop in their tracks as they heard a familiar voice yell out in pain before the person lifted his face and Amira felt her heart sink to her stomach.

“Xavier?!”

“Mira what the hell?! I know I fucked up but could you keep your damn bodyguard away from me??”

Jason stepped in front of her with his chest poked out in a traditional display of male ego, ready to give a rebuttal immediately.

“As her boyfriend, I suggest you back up, kid!”

Xavier looked at him for a moment, a small stream of blood trickling from his nose. He regarded Jason for a moment before pulling his fist back and catching Jason in the jaw, the crack audible enough to elicit a quick “oh shit” from Amira’s siblings in the back. Before she could stop them, they started to swing at each other and fight until they were on the floor nearly wrestling. It wasn’t until Amira yelled loud enough to wake up the dead that they stopped in their tracks.

“Alright, that’s enough! You two are grown-ass men rolling around on the floor in a fucking HAUNTED HOUSE for what?! Me? My honor?? I didn’t ask either one of you to fight for me because I don’t need either one of you dumbasses to do it!!”

They both opened their mouths to speak but were cut off by a small hand held up between them.

“I’m not finished. Now Xavier, you wanna sit here and whine and moan like because you apologized that’s supposed to just get me back or change what the fuck you did. I love you but I don’t just forgive anyone at the drop of a hat and the fact that you thought that would happen is stupid as all hell!”

Jason snorted a bit until she turned to him fully to give her a piece of her mind.

“And as for you bigfoot, you think you’re off the hook?! First, you accuse me of fucking Xavier while we’ve been together when the thought never even crossed my mind. Then, you suggest that because I’m a fucking demon I have no got damn self-control. And after all of that, you suggest to me that my father is some kind of horrible man that has to hold his wives hostage in order to keep them around!”

“Excuse me?!” was the sound that followed Amira’s statement and she looked to her family to find all three of the women in question looking at Jason with no small amount of incredulity. Without another word she shook her head and stepped over the two, moving her family towards the exit, Felix holding Francois back as they yelled and went to lunge at Jason rather violently.

Xavier shook his head and stood up before reaching down and giving Jason a hand up, noting the look of surprise on his face. He wiped the blood from his nose on his sleeve and eyed Jason warily before finally speaking, the pain in his voice clear.

“Listen, Amira is a great person and an amazing partner. I can only hope that one day I’ll earn her trust back but until then make sure she’s happy, yeah?”

“I hear you, bro. Also, I’m sorry about your nose...I swear I was just reacting.”

“Honestly I had it coming so don’t even worry about it. Plus it’s already healed with me not being human and all,” Xavier said with a dry chuckle.

Jason extended his hand for a shake and Xavier accepted, the two coming to a bit of an understanding before Jason would leave to try and catch up to Amira and properly apologize to both her and her family.

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This fic was inspired by a comment from Nekomancer on AO3, who’s been leaving stellar comments on everything in my Yukyoru collection and feeding my plotbunnies. omg i actually titled something on here and hallelujah, serendipitous-ly done in time for @polyshippingday ^0^

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"Kyo-kun..."

He can't move. He can only watch as her eyes grow wide with fear, as she takes one step back.

"I'm sorry. Kyo-kun isn't... who I thought he was. I-I can't stay with you."

"W-Wai--"

“You're not worthy of her." Yuki is by her side now, looking at him with cold hate. "Of either of us."

This he knows; this is familiar. It clears the block between his brain and his body, frees his vocal cords. "Don't do this to me. You can't. Tohru, please!"

She flinches, moves closer to Yuki. "I didn't know you were a monster," she whispers.

"What?" He toward them, stares at his legs, his arms. "What have you been telling her?" he says to Yuki, voice rising. "You both know--!"

"Goodbye, Kyo." He takes Tohru’s hand and turns his back.

I'll never see them again. This can't be happening. He sprints after them, reaching out. "Don't you walk away from me," he shouts, and he reaches, and--

A pained cry bursts from Tohru. She collapses, a gash across her torso, staring at him glassy-eyed.

"No. Oh, no..." His breath comes in gasps; he looks at his hands and yes, they're claws now, and pain roars through him as his body mutates further. "I didn't mean to!"

"You worthless demon," Yuki spits, crouching over Tohru. "Look what you've done."

He can't feel anything but rage. At the animal inside of him, at the two who have never really loved him, at his own weakness.

With a scream, he leaps forward—

and crashes into the wall, body painfully human again.

He looks up at the barred window, pulls himself up to look out of it. Yuki is there, eyes sad.

“She wanted me to give you this.” He hands Kyo a pink ribbon.

His heart freezes. “Did I— she isn’t—?!”

”No. But she won’t come see you. And I’m not coming back.”

”Don’t...” He swallows. “Don’t you remember what you said?” That night. When you grabbed me and wouldn’t let go. He understands Tohru. He’d do the same. But, foolishly, he thought maybe Yuki... after everything...

Yuki smiles icily. His eyes have no feeling anymore. “What did I say?”

Thunder rumbles in the distance as Yuki turns away.

He doesn’t bolt awake.

One instant he’s staring through the bars at Yuki’s back, the next Tohru’s hair fills his vision. He slides up on the pillow; Yuki’s shoulder is barely visible on the other side of the bed.

He almost touches Tohru’s head before he remembers and draws back, fisted fingers cutting into his palm. He’s too dirty to touch her right now.

Stomach pinching, he leaves the bed and the room in barely a blink.

He can walk the path with his eyes closed by now but never does, keeps them wide and focused on his destination: the shelf in the corner.

The disconnected beads are in their own little dish, next to the worn hat and a picture of them all at the beach. He remembers for the thousandth time how Tohru had gathered up the beads after he’d ripped them away, triumphant. At first it didn’t make any sense, even when she explained why.

A fair amount of time has passed since then. It’s moments like these, rubbing his wrist, that he’s grateful she kept the beads. They’re broken apart with no string to tie them together; no chance they’ll spirit back onto his wrist when he lets his guard down.

Proof that he isn’t dreaming this life.

A chill shivers over him. He should have worn a top to bed. Not that that would make the nightmares stop.

“Kyo.”

He blinks, turns; Yuki’s standing at the door frame. He shrugs an “okay” at him and watches at he stops within arm's length.

“Was it the same one?”

He shakes his head, adds a “No,” in case it’s too dark to see. “This time I hurt Tohru. You called me a demon, and I hurt you too.” He smiles mirthlessly. “And then I ended up in the cage.”

“Why did you hurt her?”

His chest loosens a fraction at the gentle routine, tightens again at the thought that it’s become a routine in the first place. When Yuki first started it, seemingly out of nowhere, he'd bristled; old animosity turned the questions into interrogations, the need to have evidence of his nightmares. But soon he found that breaking them down, plotting them out, diminished their hold. If Tohru offered, he wouldn't let her; it feels wrong to have her handle this weight. A moot point, because she chooses to give him space. Whether she doesn't know what to say, or is afraid, or knew without thinking that was what he wanted-- the division works out, and they have a battle plan.

He curses his mind yet again. They would never let him fight alone, so why...?

He inhales deeply, lets it out slowly.  “Because you both were gonna leave me. She saw me... like that, and I wasn’t, and you said I didn’t deserve you, and I got so upset I... I changed.” His legs are shaking now, but if he sits down he won’t be able to get up.

Yuki’s hand is on his arm. He’s moved close. “Show me where?”

Another statement-question. Always soft, always the choice not to answer. But this one’s different: a chance to prove the illusion to himself.

He puts his hands on Yuki’s shoulders, placing the right distance between them. Then he curls his fingers, grits his teeth, and strikes at his left side, just under his ribs. His fingertips land softly, trembling.

Yuki says, “You can use more force.”

He shudders our a breath even as he digs in, scratching a line straight across; he can see the welts rising and blood but it’s dark but there’s blood—

A gnarled sound claws out of his throat and suddenly warmth surrounds him.

“Oh, Kyo.”

He lets out another weak, pathetic noise as tears run hot down his cheeks. Idiot. He can barely breathe to cry out loud.

Yuki has his arms around his neck, face pressed to his chest. “Kyo, I’m so sorry, I thought it would help, I shouldn’t have— I’m okay, you’re okay. I love you.” He holds on tighter and Kyo can only cling back.

“I love you, I love you, I love you, and I’m not leaving.” Kisses on his sternum. Dampness on his skin.

“I love you,” he chokes out.

“I know you do.”

He kisses the top of Yuki's head, then rests his forehead there holding still tighter, tears still streaming. He can't catch his breath, so he waits it out, absorbing Yuki's heat and the weight of their embrace.

Eventually the ache in his legs and his calmed heart and the itch in his throat all occur to him. Reluctantly he lifts his head from Yuki's and says, "I want to see her."

He meant to say he needed water. And that too, probably first, but he realizes that Tohru-- she could be injured and--

He shakes off the lingering dream-memory as Yuki pulls away carefully. "Clean up first?" he says, brushing fingers over Kyo's cheekbone.

A blush follows their path. Kyo wipes his eyes, blinking futilely. "Yeah." Then he leans in for a kiss, soft and lingering.

Yuki's smile is bright in the darkness.

They ease their way to the kitchen. Kyo gets a half-glass of water, lets Yuki clear away his tear tracks and does the same for him. Then, hand-in-hand, they return to the bedroom.

Tohru’s sitting up, bedside lamp on low. Her hands release the rumpled sheets as she meets his eyes.

In his rush to touch her, he stumbles, ends up with one knee on the bed and one foot on the floor and her in his arms.

“Kyo,” she murmurs, and the curl of her fingers against his spine is almost more relief than he can bear.

“Sorry I woke you.” The words come out on an exhale.

“It’s all right.”

Another routine, but the words never lose their meaning. Yuki’s hand settles over Tohru’s.

“Do you...” Her breath is warm against his neck. “Do you want to tell me about it?”

His mind says no, but he talks anyway again; about hurting her, badly, and the cage and her ribbons. When he’s done, they’ve separated into a line on the side of the bed. His hands have become fists again without his knowing. Yuki’s leg is pressed to his own while Tohru’s head rests against his arm.

Her sigh sounds fortifying. “Kyo’s hands...” She takes one in both of hers, and as she talks she eases his fingers open, her own stroking. “They’re powerful. But they’re so gentle, too. And always warm.” She kisses his palm, his knuckles. “Your hands protect me, and...” The sudden heat of her blush makes his hand tingle. “They make me feel good.” She clasps his hand to her cheek and whispers, “I love your hands. Like I love all of you. And I know the you in your nightmares isn't real. No more real than-- than the phantoms who wear our faces and treat you cruelly."

"It could have been me, though," he says quietly, all the energy gone from his words.

"Mhmm." She nods, squeezing his hand. "But the real you, with so much strength and control... you chose another path. All on your own. We supported you, yes," she said to his noise of protest, "but we didn't make that choice for you. We couldn't have." She sits up and leans over to kiss him. "And we're here now. Safe."

"Free," Yuki whispers. "We always will be."

"Then why won't the dreams stop. If I know all this. If I have you helping me. I don't deser--"

"You do," Tohru says, so fiercely he forgets to breathe for a moment. She takes his face in her hands, so close he can see tears on her eyelashes. "Kyo, you deserve everything."

Yuki's mouth on his shoulder rushes heat through him. "And we'll prove it to you. As often as it takes, as many times as it takes."

He shivers, head bowed to Tohru. "I just... I wish you didn't have to. It's not like I don't believe you..."

Tohru puts a hand over his heartbeat. "You know here, and that's most important," she says against his mouth. Her hand moves to his temple. "It takes a while for some things to reach here."

"I'll keep trying." He bumps foreheads with her, then turns to look at Yuki. "I will. I'll get there."

"Just keep being patient with yourself," he says.

After a few moments of quiet, Kyo says, "Let's go back to bed."

Yuki goes across the bed to his side, turning the light off on the way, and Kyo waits for Tohru to settle in. But she looks at him, and at Yuki, and doesn't move.

He's about to ask what's wrong when she says, "You should be in the middle."

"...Huh?"

"Seconded," says Yuki. "Only if you want to."

"I, uh..." It's not that he doesn't want to, but it's never occurred to him before. It’s his place, and Yuki's, to surround Tohru. Nothing they decided on exactly, just something that happened. It doesn’t feel quite right to change it.

"Please?" Tohru holds out a hand. "I... I want to protect you. Just this once."

His resistance crumbles.

"Tonight." He crawls to the middle, gets under the covers bit by bit. "But I like holding you too much."

She giggles, snuggling up to him as her turns on his side toward her. "That's why I wanted to try it." She reaches tight around his back, pressing in. "What do you think?"

Her lips against his chest make it hard to form words. "It's nice," he stammers out, face warm.

"Oh, maybe..."

She turns so her back is against him, and he finds his arms reaching to cover her shoulders like a scarf, hand searching for hers. Her hair is silky.

"I think this is better." Her voice sounds like he feels: soothed, heavy, a little wanting.

"Y-Yeah. This--" His breath jolts, pulse stuttering at the press of Yuki's whole body along his back. "This is good." He settles one arm behind Tohru's back so he can lace fingers with Yuki. "W-We... could do this more than once. If you wanted."

Tohru hums, wiggling a little against their hands.

"Sleep well, Kyo," Yuki says into his hair.

"...Thank you." It takes a moment, to get it out around the emotions prickling through him, but he does.

He tucks his chin into Tohru's hair and closes his eyes.

[lilithlilylilac-blog]

Adventure Log #0

“Lily? Lily, are you okay?”

"Huh?" I exclaimed as I came rushing back to reality. I looked at the soldier in front of me. “Oh, sorry, Michael. I keep spacing out.” Michael looked back at me. He’s a good kid. Of course, he was only five years younger than I am, but he seemed so much younger. He’s too big of a dreamer.

"It’s the anniversary, isn’t it?” he asked. I shook my head.

“Five years to the day. I miss him.”

“I know you do, Lily. I’m sure your father is looking back down at you and smiling though.” Michael was right. Father was always smiling. He was always proud of me, no matter what, but the knowledge of that didn’t help me. He was gone. My father, my best friend was gone and all I was left with was this amulet. The amulet that my mother gave him before she left. How could she? She left the greatest man in the world and left me there with him.

"Thanks, Michael.”

"Any time, Lily.” Michael smiled at me. He was infatuated with me. The kid’s sweet, but I’m too old for him. I’ve seen too much.

"Hey, are you going to look for her?”

“Huh?”

“You told me last year that your father left you your mother’s amulet and told you her name. You said you should probably look for her.” Michael was right. Him and I got some drinks after work on the last anniversary of Father’s death. I was so depressed I downed all of the alcohol and let all of my emotions out. I even offered myself to the poor kid. He was so sweet, he wouldn’t take it. He knew that I had a little too much and that it wouldn’t be right. My father would’ve liked Michael, but he would’ve never thought that Michael was enough for me. He would always tell me that I need someone just like me. I need someone just as powerful and just as strong. That way, I would have my partner’s back and they would have mine. I just wish I knew who that was. I’ve never really been attracted to any of the guys nearby.

“I don’t know if her name also being Lily helps me much.”

“You still have to try. If you need any help, I’m here.”

“I know. Thank you, Michael.”

“Of course. You’re always smiling so much, so when you’re not, I feel like it’s my job to make you smile again.”

“Thanks, Michael.” He smiled and walked away. I’m too nice to tell him that it’s no one’s job to make me smile but me. I’m too nice to tell him that even implying it was his job implies there’s any sort of relationship between us. I sigh and I return to my post. Shortly after, my superior shows up to relieve me.

"By the well, have you heard of the Summer’s Eve Festival? We need some guards positioned over there. You up for it?”

“Of course, sir,” I replied back. I had always dreamt of going to the Summer’s Eve Festival!

“No need for the formalities, Lilith.”

“Then call me Lily,” I said with a chuckle. He laughed alongside me.

“All right, Lily. We heard some rumors that an unknown army has been showing up near there. While you’re there, you may want to investigate.”

“Sure thing. I’ll take one of my pegasi there tonight.”

“Oh, well, we have a blimp traveling out tomorrow morning, if you’d prefer that.”

“Eh, I’ve been looking for an excuse to break in Moonlight. She’s new to the stable and a trip to Burgundy Town should do the trick.” And a blimp would take much more time than a pegasus. 

“Sure. We’re providing housing there. You’ll be at the Mineral Mantis. Tell them you’re from the Primarian Guard and they’ll give you your room. You’ll have to book your own stable though.”

“All right.” I salutde my superior before I walked outside and took off my helmet. God, it’s hot out. I thought about how I'd have to attach my armor to Moonlight’s pack tonight. It would be fun flying such a long distance. I was so excited that I whistled and people in town looked at me before they saw my wyvern fly down and pick me up. They all watched as I flds away. I flew back to my house and thres my armor down in my room. I ran outside in my brown coveralls over my white tee. Luckily, I attached mounting cleats to my Guard Boots to attach to my stirrups for better grip. I opened the gate that leads to my mounting stables. I saw all of my friends look at me. Of course, I mean animal friends.

“How are you girl?” I said to Patty, another Wyvern of mine. Sally who just brought me there waz a little jealous. “Sally, get back in your stall. You’re fine.” She gave me an attitude but returned to her stall. I started preparing the food for each of them. I pulled out my stash of meat and began to cut it off the bone for them. I threw some to Patty and Sally, the Wyverns. Then I took the rest of the meat to the other side of the stables to my two Draconian friends, Billie and Darkly. “How are you two fine ladies?”

“We’re doing just fine, Lily,” Billie replied with a smile. She’s a green Draconian with a heart of gold. Darkly looks up at me and then back down. She’s a shy black Draconian, but she loves affection.

“Are you two sure you want to stay at the stable? I mean, you guys have an entire kingdom you can be citizens of,” I said to the two Draconians. Darkly seemed scared. Billie comforted her.

“To hell with our Kingdom. We go back there and we end up soldiers in wars we don’t want to fight. We leave here and the other races will kill us. But here with you,” Billie looked at me and searched within my eyes. I coilx tell that there was pain behind these eyes before she smiled. “You’re the only one that treats us like family. We can put up with you riding on us if it means we get to be your friends, Lilith.” A tear came down from my eye.

“I love you guys,” I said with a whimper. Darkly looked up at me. I could tell she had been overcome with anxiety, but she smiled anyways.

She softly said, “We love you too,” before going back to her corner. I eat some of the meat with them and we talk about our days. They’re able to leave to go out and hunt or do whatever they like, but they stay here and work as farmhands. They even let me mount them if I want. We’ve had a lot of fun flying together in the past.

When done with them, I walked over to my Pegasi. Moonlight stands there in her beauty. She’s a white Pegasus with silver hair. She seems to always be sparkling and the light always knows how to make her look gorgeous. I notice that I have dirt on my face. Looks like one of us cares about our appearance more than the other.

“Hey, girl. We’re going on a flight tonight.” Her wings perked up and I couldn't help but smile. “That’s right! Just you and I. Momma’s gotta guard the Summer’s Eve Festival.” Her wings wenr straight up and she neighed. “Yeah, I know. You like the Summer’s Eve Festival, dontcha?” I petted her mane and let her eat some feed from my hand. I turned to her stallmate, Sabrina. Sabrina is purely black Pegasus with red eyes. She looks like evil incarnate and she likes to think she is too, but she’s actually a pushover. “Hey there, Sabrina.” Sabrina looked away from me. “What? Jealous that I’m not taking you?” She turned to look further away from me. “All right. Fine. I’ll just eat all of this feed myself.” Sabrina turned around. I smiled. She rolled her eyes and started to eat the feed from my hands. I petted her and kissed her forehead. I went back inside and I start to pack. Moonlight and I had a big night ahead of us.

As I walked inside a familiar friend runs up to me. “Max!” I exclaimsd as my pet fox jumps into my arms. I raised this little one since she was a little pup and when I tried to return her to the wild, she refused to leave me. Max has been my pet ever since. She tries to go everywhere with me. I try to keep her away from danger though. She bit my suitcase. “Max, you can’t go with me.” She growled. “Max, please.” She growled louder. “Fine. You can go.” She madd a happy sound and nuzzle against me. I rolled my eyes and I continued packing.

I left around ten ‘o clock. I walked outside with Max on my shoulder. I walked towards Moonlight who was the only one still awake. She'd been waiting all day for this. The saddle was already on her from earlier when I started to attach my armor to the pack. I took Max and hooked a little suit on her to Moonlight. I opened the stall door and walked Moonlight out before I jumped onto her back. She stood there and waited for my command. I slipped my cleated boots into the stirrups and took a deep breath.

“Go!” I yelled and with one motion, Moonlight brought her wings back and pushed us off the ground with so much force that we brought a wind current down that woke up all of the animals in the stables including Billie and Darkly. All of them looked at us as we hovered above the stable. “Bye guys!” I yelled and I leaned forward to pet Moonlight before yelling, “GO!” once more.

We soared through the sky with the wind pushing my red hair back. Max was enjoying the wind against her and Moonlight was beaming with confidence. We soared for miles and miles passing everything around us. We cut through clouds and did swoops and all the grand gestures. I waz clenching the reins with sweat dripping off my hands in excitement. I pulled the reins towards me and Moonlight shot straight up in the air and slowsd down. I lead her slowly to the ground in front of Cherche Stables. I saw the night guard looking at us in excitement.

“You guys were so great! I woke up to all of those hoops you did in the air!” he says. I laugh.

“Thanks. How much to book her here for a night?”

“Usually it’s 100rn, but for you, I’ll do 50.” I smiled.

“Here you go, sir.” I handed him the money and lead Moonlight to her stall. I disconnected Max and she jumped back on my shoulder. “Looks like I have to carry my armor to the hotel, Maxie. You’re going to have to jump down.” She made a whimpering noise and jumped down. We made our way through town until we came across the Mineral Mantis. I walked in. “I need a room.”

“Certainly, miss. Do you need someone to assist you with your armour?”

“No thanks. I’m not sure your bellman can handle it.” The bellman is a big burly man and he madd a “pffffbt” noise before trying to lift it from my hands. He couldn't pick it up. I dropped it on the ground and watched him struggle to even lift it an inch off the ground. “I’m with the Primarian Guard. I need a room, " I reiterated.

The front desk person looked at me and then back at the bellman. “Certainly, miss. You’ll be in room 13. Sorry we can not assist you in carrying your armor.”

“No problem. I’m used to it, ” I say with a cocky smile. I liftex my armor with ease and elected not to use the elevator. I started walking up the stairs and out of the corner of my eye I could see the bellman glaring. I giggled. I’m going to have fun at this festival.