#The drawing wasn't supposed to be for that

[vivwritesfics]

Drive Me Crazy

Chapter Twelve

None of you are used to pack dynamics. Unlike then, it made you near feral. There's nothing more they want than to build you back up.

Lestappen X Reader

warnings: biting, injury, blood

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In a shirt too big for your body, you sat up in bed. There was a man on either side of you, keeping you safe and warm. You had never been so happy. 

Max laid down first, arms behind his head as he waited for you and Charles to join him. Charles scooted down the bed, laying his head on his pillow. "Come on, Birdy girl," he said and patted the space beside him. 

You laid down, wiggling around until you were comfortable. Even then, something wasn't right. You continued to wiggle, continued to be unhappy. 

Max released a huff. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into him, halting your movements. 

At your happy chirp, a grin grew on Charles's face.  "You like that?" He asked as he brushed his fingers over your cheek and held you chin. "Can I kiss you, Birdy?" 

Desperately, you shuffled closer to him. You pressed you lips to his, ass still pressed against Max as he held you. There was nothing sexual about it, laying against both of them at once. 

It was easy to find sleep, nestled in the warmth and safety they provided. Your mouth was open, releasing tiny snores and a little bit of drool. 

"Max," Charles whispered, watching to see if you wake up. You didn't, eyes firmly shut. God, you were adorable. 

Max stared at him across the bed. His thumb brushed over your stomach absentmindedly. It must have been tickling but you didn't react. 

Fast asleep between them, where you were supposed to be. 

"She's perfect," Max mumbled as he stared at you. He was right, you were. 

Max reached over and kissed Charles. It was only quick, neither of them wanting to wake you up. 

They laid down on either side of you, holding you and each other. 

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Arms around you, closing you in. Too hot. Too hot. Too hot. You had to get away. You had to free yourself from whatever was holding you back. 

Growls left your lips. You tried to open your eyes but they were clamped shut. You struggled and struggled and struggled. 

Your throat vibrated with each growl. You had no control as your claws came out, scratching at whatever held you back, digging into someones skin. 

Your teeth, long and sharp, sank down into flesh, drawing blood. 

The thing before you cried out, but those cries fell on death ears. You shook and withdrew your teeth, ready to bite again. 

Pain in your neck. Your eyes flew open as your body went rigid. "Birdy!" The person holding your neck shouted. 

You went limp in their hold, unable to do anything but stare. Blood against flesh. It was a horrible sight, an even more horrible taste in your mouth. 

Tears filled your eyes, hot and uncontrollable. This wasn't the first time you had been scruffed, not by a long shot. But you always had this same reaction. It always pulled tears from your eyes as you laid there, helpless. 

Only, this time, someone held you. 

"Hey, hey, hey," Max whispered as he released your neck. "You're okay, Birdy. You're safe." 

You whimpered as you tried to regain control of your limbs. 'You were safe. You didn't need to lash out.' 

Lips touched your shoulder. "You're okay, Birdy. Sweet, sweet Birdy." 

You knew that voice. It brought you back to yourself. Max. It was Max. As soon as you released it was him, you withdrew your claws from his arm and released a whimper. 

You didn't mean it. You needed them them to know that you didn't mean it. 

The light switched on and you shut your eyes. Too harsh, too bright. "Shit, Charles," you heard Max whisper, but you couldn't bring yourself to open your eyes and investigate. 

"It's okay," Charles said quickly. When his hands touched your face, you flinched away. "Oh, Birdy," he whispered. 

Suddenly, Max sat up behind you. You curled in on yourself, as if you were trying to hide from them. But there was no hiding once the blankets were pulled back. 

Max climbed out of the bed. "First aid kit," he said, voice hurried as he waited for Charles's response. 

"Bathroom," he said and Max ran in the direction of the bathroom. 

You dared to open one eye. 

Blood. Blood everywhere. It ran down Charles's arm and dripped from his fingers. The taste on your teeth when you ran your tongue over them. Charles's blood. 

Shuffling back, you fell from the bed. You has no control as your body changed, tearing your clothes as you because a wolf. 

"Birdy!" Charles cried you were gone, disappearing into the living room. You ran into the kitchen and curled up beneath the table. Your face was hidden in the fluff of your tail as you whimpered. 

A few moments later, the light overhead turned on. You stayed hidden, stayed quiet, hoped they would leave you alone. You did something bad and you needed to be punished. 

"Birdy?" 

Why did you agree to this? Why did you agree to put Max and Charles in so much danger. 

"Birdy girl, where are you?" 

A chair was moved out of the way as Max joined you beneath the table. His fur was just as soft as your own, no doubt brushed out by Charles. 

You lifted your tail just enough to look at him. Sitting tall and proud, looming over you. You whimpered in submission and resisted the urge to role over and show your belly.

"Birdy," Charles called again. "Can you come out here so we can talk?" 

Still, you didn't move. From under your tail you saw the beginnings of a bandage on his arm, red seeping through. All because of you. Your tail fell back over your eyes. 

Max released something between a whine and a growl. It wasn't harsh, didn't send fear through you. He grabbed your tail between his teeth, not enough to cause you any harm, and moved it from over your eyes. 

You looked up at him and attempted to move away. But Max moved his tongue over your head, smoothing down your fur. He curled himself around you as he continued to groom you, to soothe you. 

"I know you didn't mean to do it, Birdy," Charles whispered as he moved a chair out of the way. "You're not used to sleeping in a bed with other people, are you?" 

You shook your head and Max nudged you, pushing you closer to Charles. You went willingly. 

"I never should have pushed you so far, Birdy," he whispered and reached out to smooth out your fur. Wet from where Max had been grooming you. "This is all my fault."

'No!' You wanted to cry, stepping towards him. 'No it's not your fault, Charles!' You sat yourself in his lap and settled your head on his chest, hoping that told him everything you wanted to say. 

He scratched under your chin and your tail thumped against his leg. "You wanna stay as a wolf for a little bit?" He asked and you tried your best to nod your head. "Okay, Birdy girl." 

Charles hummed as he held you. He scratched under your chin and behind your ears, his laugh filling the kitchen when your tail started moving. You couldn’t help when you tail went around and around like a propeller on a helicopter, giving away just how happy you were. 

"Wanna move somewhere more comfortable, Birdy?" 

You climbed from Charles's lap and followed him into the living room. Max walked behind you, the vigilant wolf watching over and protecting his pack. Even with Charles still human, the pack instincts felt natural. 

As soon as Charles sat down and switched on the television, you jumped onto the sofa with him. Your instincts took over as you walked into a circle and settled down on his stomach. 

He didn't complain with your full weight on top of him, didn't complain when Max joined you. He settled behind you, curling around you. It was a tight squeeze, but you made it work. 

"Putain oui!" Charles cried as he flipped through the channels. He landed on one of the Harry Potter movies, you couldn't tell which one. "My favourite," he explained and scratched behind your ear. 

You tried to watch it, you really did. But Max was asleep beside you, snoring gently. The sound wasn't as annoying as you expected, the rise and fall of his chest comforting against your furry back. 

The three of you fell asleep with the television turned on. Still on the sofa, you slept against Charles with Max behind you. At some point in the night, both you and Max turned back, but you wouldn't know until you woke up.

a/n: sorry for the long wait! i've had this in my drafts for a week, but its been a WEEK

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[noblest-roman-of-them-all]

Tony was abducted as a young teen in this AU, (13/14), about two years after his abilities fully manifested, and some of the replications had already picked out nicknames for themselves just to make things easier when they were all out and playing together.

While they were being held they were referred to by numbers, and it wasn't until Emile suggested they each pick out a name to remind themselves that they're more than what they were used for that Roman, Remus, Patton, and Virgil remember that they did, in fact, already have names picked out for themselves. At the time, the other two hadn't particularly felt the need for their own names, they were simply Tony along with their original.

Remy suggests Janus because it gives him his own name while tying him to the others with similar themes to Roman and Remus. Janus secretly finds comfort in the two faced nature of the God.

Emile suggests Logan after he finds out that Virgil had named himself after Static Shock, (which is an excellent cartoon and brilliant place to get a name, if you ask him), to draw a bit of a connection with picking the name of a fictional character with mutant abilities. Logan secretly wishes for the healing abilities of his namesake after all they've been through and hopes it might grant them some kind of luck.

Remy is an umbrakenetic, like Virgil now is, and is able to help him learn how to better control and work with his gift.

Emile is a telepath and is able to work with them as a group and individually to get a handle on this new found ability.

While trying to dig up information on their family, Remy comes across Tony's obituary. Apparently whoever abducted him also faked his death. He's been legally dead for almost ten years.

He decides to change his name to Thomas.

This does give them the idea to fake his death again, though Emile isn't exactly sure where they're supposed to find seven bodies for this grand scheme, but that doesn't stop Remy from plotting.

Thomas is mostly just hoping laying low until their kidnappers get bored will be enough. That's when Emile has to break it to him that it was probably a subsection of the government that they escaped from, that they have a lot more resources than just some rogue group doing this on their own, that if they can't recapture Thomas, then they're going to try to kill him so word doesn't get out about what they're doing.

He promises that they're going to keep him and the other safe, that they've dealt with this before, that they have friends that they're reaching out to for help.

Thomas doesn't understand how until he meets Larry and Dot, two of the most powerful telepaths Emile has ever had the pleasure of knowing. Dot is capable of implanting and manipulating memories of other people, Larry can implant thoughts into other people's minds as if they were their own.

The idea is that of the couple can get near enough to the agents pursuing Thomas and his replications they can alter their thoughts and memories enough to convince them they've found his body and to call off the search. Or at least to cause enough confusion to cause infighting within the captor's group.

There aren't enough Sanders Sides AU's that entail Thomas Sanders and his six clones on the run from the government

[the-froschamethyst4]

She is My One and All

𖤐Pairing: Husband! Price x Wife! Reader

𖤐Pronouns: She/Her

𖤐Warnings: fluff, language, kissing, praising, children, married couple, use of John, overprotective, smoking,

𖤐Summary: I mean can you blame him? You carried his children for 9 months and you are so perfect, of course the man is going to be whipped for his wife

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7:00PM

Getting ready for the Military Ball, Y/n was just putting in her earrings and was doing the last bit of her makeup, John was downstairs talking with his mother on not to give Beau and Iris candy after a certain time, almost like the gremlins.

"My love, are you almost done?" John came into the master bedroom and coming around the corner to the big bathroom, he shared with her.

"Almost," she says, John stops in the doorway and looks at his wife, mesmerized by how she looks in her silk white dress. She then peaks at him through the mirror. "What is it?" She asked.

"Nothing...you just look beautiful," he says.

"Thank you," she puts her brush down and walks to him, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing his lips. "You look very handsome," she says, messing with the collar of his shirt and rolling the tie in her right hand.

"I try," he smirks.

"Mum, do you have to go?" Beau came into the bedroom.

"Yes, baby, I do, you'll have fun with grandma, you always do, what's wrong this time?" She asked.

"I just don't want you to go."

"What about me?" John looks at his son kind of offended.

"You'll be fine, you have friends there."

John just shakes his head at his son and rolls his eyes. "Whatever," John said, he placed his hand on Y/n's hip and looks at her. "You ready now?"

"Yes, come on," she grabs her purse and John grabs his keys. They told their kids goodbye, to behave, and go to bed on time, and they'll be home later tonight.

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7:30PM

John opened the car door and helped Y/n out, she linked her hand through John's arm as they walked up to huge mansion. Y/n looks at the white marble, it was gorgeous but it wasn't drawing John's attention, his eyes were only on Y/n.

"Price!" Both John and Y/n looked to see where the voice came from and it was Kyle, he waved to both of them.

"You go on ahead, I'm gonna go find a drink," Y/n tells him.

"You are?"

"Yep," she kisses his cheek. "Go talk with them, you haven't seen them in a year, go on."

Y/n walked to the bar and had asked for a mai tai, she takes a few sips as then someone had approached her, she ignored them at first cause she knew it wasn't her husband.

"Hey," the guy said, she moves her eyes to look out of her peripheral.

"Hi," she gives him a short response.

"I see you're alone? You here with a friend, or where you part of-"

"I wasn't part of the military and I'm here with my husband," Y/n cuts the guy off. "And who are you?"

"I'm Jake Herron-well...Sargent Jake Herron," he sounds cocky, full of himself, an asshole. "I'm here alone." He adds in like that was suppose to mean anything to Y/n.

"Again, my husband," she repeats, she picks up her drink and starts moving to where the last time she saw John.

"Hey wait!" Jake grabs Y/n's wrist.

"Let go," Y/n says, trying to yank her wrist away, but Jake held a good grip on her.

"No, wait, just talk to me, give me a chance-"

"I'm sorry did you not hear me, the first time? I have a husband, I am very much NOT INTERESTED IN YOU!" She yanks her wrist, getting it freed and she slightly falls back but was caught.

"The fuck is going on?" John says, his voice deep and serious as his focus was on Jake because he knows he's the one who started it.

"Captain...I...I umm~"

"I'm pretty sure, my wife told you she is married, so get your ass moving," some of the people that were around all glared at Jake and started moving towards Jake, not touching him but instead puffing out their chests in a way and pushing him out that way.

"What was that about?" John asked, holding Y/n close to him.

"I don't know, I've never experienced that before," she says.

"And you won't again, not while I'm here," he says.

"Y/N!!" Kyle yells hugging her.

"See you're turning heads, Y/n," Simon says.

"I don't want to be," she said.

"You want a cigar?" Johnny asked Y/n, offering her one of his big cigars.

"Oh, no thank you, Johnny," Y/n politely declines as John takes one and lights it. Both Johnny, Simon and John were smoking each a cigar, while Kyle and Y/n just stood to the side listening to the guys speak.

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8:30PM

Kyle and Y/n had walked to these couches sitting in the middle of the room while John was still with Johnny and Simon outside smoking, but John wasn't focused on the conversation anymore but was focused on his wife.

Y/n's head was resting on her hand that made a fist, she reached out and placed her hand on Kyle's hand to agree with him, her smile was bright, brighter then this Heavens Gate white lighting in this mansion.

John trusted his friends, so he isn't going to storm to Kyle and yank him off that couch and possibly chuck him out of the mansion.

"Price, you listening?" Simon says.

"Hello?" Johnny then says.

"Sorry, no, I wasn't, what were we talking about?" John said to them both.

"Never mind, you were looking at her the whole time," Simon said.

"Sorry," John says, turning and looking at her again.

"You are so fucking whipped for her," Johnny laughs and Simon chuckles.

"Of course I am...she carried my children for 9 months, and she is the woman I've been asking for my whole life...I'm fucking lucky to even have her in my life."

"Whipped," Simon says.

"You both have wives, you're not like this?" John asked.

"Oh no we are," Johnny says.

"Mine drives me absolutely mad," Simon says, putting his head back but held a smirk on his face, if you catch his drift.

"You could say that again."

"Whipped," John then says.

"John." Y/n walks up to her husband. "I think I'm ready to go." And with that sentence, John and Y/n both said their goodbyes to John's friends and headed back home for the night.

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9:10PM

Y/n had opened the front door, John comes in behind her and before Y/n could bend down to take off her heels, John had beat her to it, lifting her foot out of the heel and placing her foot on the ground and doing the same with the other foot.

"Mum?" John calls out. He removes his jacket and Y/n walked further into the living room.

"John," she whispers. Looking over the couch there was John's mom on the couch with Beau snuggled to her left, Iris on her right and a children's book that fell on their grandma's chest. All three passed out.

"So cute," Y/n says. She picks up Iris and John picked up Beau.

John watches Y/n tuck Iris into bed and hearing a yawn they turned and saw John's mom.

"Well, good morning sleeping beauty." John jokes with her and earned a smack on his shoulder.

"You two are back early."

"Someone wanted to leave," John says.

"I just wanted to get back home," Y/n says, walking to the door and shutting it behind her. "Thank you for watching them."

"Of course, and I'll keep doing it too, they are such sweethearts."

"Well, they have a good mother." John says.

"And they have a good father," Y/n smiles up at him.

"You both are perfect."

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John had escorted his mom to her car and waved her goodbye as Y/n was inside getting her pajamas on ready for bed.

"Mum says bye, by the way."

"I wish I was done there, but I'm so tired."

"She understands, you're a mother, and you just got back from a party basically," he says, as he starts getting his pajamas on.

John sits on the bed and gets under the covers, and cuddles close to Y/n.

"Did you have fun?"

"I did."

"What did you and Kyle talk about?"

"The good old days with you two being in the military, funny moments, stuff like that," she shrugs her shoulders.

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Waking up the next morning, John was getting ready for his morning routine run, he was downstairs when he sees Iris come down.

"Hi, baby."

"Daddy, where's mama?"

"Still in bed."

"Where are you going?" She asked.

"Out for a run like usual."

"Can I come?"

"Not today, baby."

"Morning," Y/n says, yawning and coming down the stairs, Iris runs towards Y/n and she picks her up.

John looks at Y/n who was in one of his shirts and some shorts. Y/n then walks to him and stood on her tippy toes and kissed his lips.

"Be safe."

"I will."

"Daddy are you going to bring me back a pretty rock?"

"You know I will." John always did a few laps around a nearby park and always collected the prettiest rocks for Iris, he usually brought back 2 or 3...maybe 4 if he's lucky.

"Bye, I'll be back, soon," he smiles.

"Bye, say bye, Iris."

"Bye, daddy."

[the-raven-and-the-tower]

Letter from Illario

Cousin. Not his name. Illario does that a lot and I think there’s a reason for that. Impersonal yet intimate, at an arm’s distance yet with that arm is still reaching for him, Illario is asserting the familial connection and drawing on Lucanis's family loyalty as something he knows he can rely on to control him with.

Illario jumps straight to implying unreliability; he deliberately points to Lucanis's fractured control of Spite before rudely wafting a hand at Lucanis's memory, implying that might be flawed as well.

Having tied himself to Lucanis's trauma from his capture and their supposed shared loss of Caterina in the previous paragraph, Illario isn't content with that and decides to drive the point further home in this one like the guilty fuck he is. He appeals to their shared history, using nostalgia and a shared memory to make Lucanis feel like shit. "You had more control drunk than you do over that demon, you aren’t yourself anymore" is the message he's trying to drive home (with a side of "stay the fuck away"). I guess we know Lucanis wasn't kidding when he said Illario was a slick talker.

Sorry, but for the sake of the family is such a dirty kick in the teeth. Who's left? It was the three of them and Caterina's supposed to be dead, so who the fuck is he talking about? House Dellamorte has Crows to its name, but they don’t bear the house name, nor are they family. Yet Illario invokes 'family' to make it personal.

[addynosketchpad]

here's a list of my aus

Random Fire AU - A random fire scatters everyone. People die, people get hurt, people try to find their friends. Lightning struggles with survivor's guilt after watching both Marker and Fanny die in front of him, even as Bubble tells him it wasn't his fault. Black Hole kidnaps his friends. Blocky and Woody probably make out in a tent. Inspiration: A dirty eraser I found in my art box and decided to draw as Eraser BFDI.

Hallucination Cabin AU - A mysterious cabin in the woods. If you go in, you'll get lost in all the doors and hallways. When you do find the door, your friends will tell you that it's not so bad, you could stay here forever. The problem is that none of your friends actually came here with you. Inspiration: idk man. i just wanted angst i think

Rainbow Rocks AU - Death PACT Again takes the place of the Rainbooms in the Rainbow Rocks movie. The original Alliance takes the place of the Dazzlings. A few story bits get changed because Bubble would never try to feed on people's hate and arguments. Inspiration: My Little Pony Equestria Girls Rainbow Rocks

Friendship Games AU - Death PACT Again and are you okay FIGHT!!!! Meanwhile Pen is messing around with Black Hole's gravity power stuff and eventually turns into a weird human-singularity hybrid. And now Pie has to go stop him. Also features math. Inspiration: My Little Pony Equestria Girls Friendship Games

Bigender Eraser AU - Eraser is bigender. Eraser uses he/she pronouns. That's literally all it is. Nothing else changes. Inspiration: The "Give her here, Pencil!" argument

Villain AU - Tennis Ball gets himself stuck in a world where everyone he knows is a comic book villain. Fortunately Dynaslinger, Mischief Master, and the Puppeteer are willing to help him out! Also Roboty is the only normal guy Inspiration: i don't remember

Project SEKAI Imaginary Friendgroup AU - Fries plays guitar, Tree plays piano, Snowball plays drums, and Donut plays bass. They play music with either Hatsune Miku or just an Eraser hologram. Inspiration: Project SEKAI Colorful Stage Leo/need

Puffball Dies AU - Puffball dies in a car crash and Fries experiences heartbreak, grief, depression, and a lot of things that are supposed to happen to people you don't know. Inspiration: A drawing i made of Fries that said "i didn't know heartbreak was real"

Astrobio Swap AU - Black Hole is the smart guy with the simp-worthy voice, and Tree is the awkward guy who has nightmares about turning the planet into a jungle. Inspiration: swap aus in general

MLP AU - Everyone is a pony. i love pegasus balloon Inspiration: MY LITTLE PONY MOVIE

Fully Human AU - i don't think there's a main character but they all have normal names and eye/hair colors and also half of them go to school Inspiration: @/tarochimochi probably. and also the list of human names i made

Teenage Rocky AU - IT'S NOT A PHASE, BALLOONY!! THIS IS WHO I AM!! Inspiration: My friend saying "Teenage Rocky be like: BLEH."

Fankids AU - Fries and Puffball, Donut and Barf Bag, and Fanny and Tree get married and have kids (Wafers, Moldy Poptart, and Poison Ivy). Their kids all get along and like to do dinosaur excavations (digging holes). Wafers usually instructs the others on what to do. Inspiration: fankids in general

Murder Battle AU - BFDI but instead of challenges, everyone kills each other. Recovery centers are a huge part of it, of course. The trend continues through all the seasons. Eliminations are probably a lot nicer, ironically. Inspiration: @/wizwadry probably. and also just the idea of woody with an axe

Jinsei no Meiyaku! AU - If Death PACT Again were stereotypical anime characters. They fight the bad people who like to death. They also fight the Shi no Meiyaku. Which ACTUALLY means Death Pact. Inspiration: Anime stereotypes

Candy AU - Tree eats too much candy, turns pink, and starts a candy zombie outbreak. Inspiration: "yOs. my head just feels yuckAy and weird? but! i dOD fOind a time reversal ray!"

Pokémon League AU - 64 contestants compete in a Pokémon tournament. Spoiler: Roboty probably wins (Profily, Grassy and Rocky don't compete) Inspiration: Pokemon anime

Woodblock Marriage AU - Woody and Blocky are married and have a son who was probably created in a lab by Tennis Ball. Blocky is the fun dad and Woody is the eternally sleep-deprived dad. Inspiration: Drawing them with their kid…his name is Chunk because he is too large to be a splinter and too small to be a slab

Get Digging AU - Fries wakes up in a room with a dirt floor. Bomby, who kidnapped him, tells him to get digging, because the key to get out is probably underground. "Probably" does not mean 100%. He has been digging for months. Inspiration: I just wanted to see Fries suffer

Execution AU - Two is a psychopath and elimination means an execution and forever death. One, instead of being a scary kidnapper, might just be trying to save the contestants. Inspiration: Danganronpa probably

Nickel Hanahaki AU - Nickel is in love with Bomby. Bomby is not in love with Nickel. Nickel is vomiting flowers. He has days to live. Inspiration: Hanahaki in general i think

Stereotyped AU - Fries is a fat slob, Basketball is a jock, and Lightning lives off energy drinks. You probably get it. Inspiration: A BFDI wiki post about Saw, and also thinking about character impressions

Starworld AU - Black Hole is a dead star. Black Hole probably lived with other stars in a galaxy. Hey how cool would it be if there was a star parallel to every BFDI contestant. Inspiration: My cool and awesome Starry design

Snownutfrytreeraser AU - Snowball, Donut, Fries, Tree and Eraser are all boyfriends that's literally it. Inspiration: i don't even remember man

Struggles of a Rotten Tennis Ball AU - Tennis Ball yaoi addiction arc, minus the religious guilt (because it's just guilt overall) Inspiration: Confessions of a Rotten Girl which i have not listened to and don't plan to

Dreamcatcher AU - Black Hole watches/controls dreams. One night Fries wakes up as Black Hole is stepping into his nightmare, which leads to Fries getting dragged along as Black Hole's sidekick guy. His favorite dreams to watch are Bomby's. Inspiration: "what if Fries was forced to team up with Black Hole that would be funny" also Princess Luna

BEEP PACT AU - Death PACT is made of a bunch of fellas who wanted to prove themselves, and BEEP is made of a bunch of people Liy decided to force her help on. Inspiration: swap aus in general probably

the bad puffries au - Fries and Puffball are sadist x masochist instead of sadist x sadist. Inspiration: the idea of normal Fries beating up an alternate version of himself was really funny

gutted like a fish. AU - Blocky likes Woody. Woody rejects him. Woody thinks it's a good idea to follow Blocky into a dark alleyway. Woody is dead now and still trying to figure out if Blocky had any real feelings. No despair or heartbreak, just a lot of confusion. Inspiration: A post about shady guys asking for girls' numbers

one week AU - Woody wakes up in a very scary hotel he doesn't recognize. While he tries to find an exit, he ends up having to fight the mangled reanimated corpses of his friends/teammates. Inspiration: A post related to the Israel and Palestine conflict that disturbed me a lot

Pirate Puffries AU - Fries is a pirate, living his pirate life. Unfortunately he meets a nefarious siren and ends up liking her. Inspiration: i don't remember man

Gone and still forgotten AU - Have you ever seen me doodle Woody and Clock on the edges of drawings? Inspiration: DEAD FOR OVER A YEAR GANG RISE UP

[rabbitwitch2poems]

Part 4 of the story based off a prompt by @ready-to-read7

          To be fair, the only real reason the first few weeks of his new life were as ordinary as they were was because Danny was still settling into the new universe. Clockwork was right when he said that Danny may lose some memories, he couldn't even remember his families faces, it causes a small pang of pain deep in his core but he knew that what he lost was probably for the best. Thankfully he seemed to have kept most of his other memories. His powers (if he gets them in this life, clockwork never said...then again Danny never asked, Danny accepted that as his own fault) and how they worked were like innate knowledge, something he couldn't forget if he tried. The rest came back slowly through the weeks, though learning how to multiply did little to nothing in terms of helping him navigate being a child.

      Everything was newer, brighter, and more colorful to his new eyes and his body was as weak...well as a babies he supposed. Took five weeks before he could even slightly push himself off of whatever comfy place momma had put him. It was about his second full month that he started to be able to figure out speaking. Danny figured it was probably best to keep that to himself though, seeing as he wasn't so sure if just...instantly being able to hold a conversation was ok in this world. That didn't matter though cause his mom was so cool.

      It was about two weeks in that he realized who momma was. Usually she tried her best to hide her costume, but one day she came back home looking dead tired (heh...dead). The rings around her eyes had Danny concerned for her till he noticed the tiara on her head. His mother was a princess! And not just any princess, his mother was Wonder Woman! princess of themyscera, protector of man and woman kind!

       Honestly Danny was shocked at first. He had figured he would be in the hands of batman or mabey even green lantern (seeing as he is a being of emotion and...well lanterns entire thing is about emotions) but nope. Some god or mabey even the ancients had capital WW be his parent. Danny just knew that means he is safe no matter what! His momma never lied, even talked to him like he understood her (he did obviously but the fact she could tell was awe  inspiring) and always kept him informed. Of course his momma freaked a little when she realized she still had the costume on but a smile and giggle from Danny helped console those feelings, that made the ghost boy happy, his core purring which his mother seemed to feel; if only a little.

      The months seemed to fly by after Danny got most of his memories back, he still didn't remember his family or most of his human life beyond the basics but what he did remember told him that if he had the choice...he didn't want to. His ghost life, or half ghost life he supposed, seemed almost all intact which was nice; he didn't have to worry about not being able to control things and didn't want to have to deal with hitting his face constantly from his hand phasing through a table on accident.

      Danny was always curious, whenever his momma would hold him his eyes would be scanning the area. Weapons of all kinds seemed to cover every inch of their house (besides his room of course), some ancient, some modern, all were intriguing to Danny though. Sometimes his mother would catch him staring at one in particular and would start telling him the history of the weapon.

      Today she was talking about a spear. It had a golden tip and a long blade that ended in a oval towards the staff. The staff had intricate carvings, words he couldn't understand, and drawings that seemed to glow slightly. Momma said it was a gift from Ares after she defeated him for the fifth time, apparently it could collapse into a small staff for transport if needed. Next to it was a creepy shield with an indention that looked like a scary monster with large slitted pupils and snakes all over their head. Momma said it was a creature called a gorgon, that their gaze could freeze you to stone; naturally Danny kept from staring at it for too long in fear of not being able to move...he didn't want to deal with that again.

      Hours would seem to fly by, his mother teaching him all about her culture and history, how she helped  save the world multiple times (even fighting in WW2!). She said that as soon as he could walk she would be taking him to her homeland for training to be a powerful warrior! That day Danny started trying his best to get his body to comply and after a few days started to crawl. His mother smiles wide as she took video of it saying "truly a warrior of the gods able to crawl at only four months," which honestly Danny didn't understand; mabey babies took longer here to learn to crawl? Back in his last life it only took five months.

      Speaking of videos, Danny always sees his mother with what looked like a phone, always smiling wide even when all he was doing was sitting down watching the TV and all it's wonders. He figured it was an adult thing that he never really got to grow up and see. He was watching a neat show about a girl who fell down a rabbit hole and into a strange new world; he hated the weird queen with a knack for chopping people's legs off. Then there were the times he would be checking out his feet (how can feet be so interesting? Has to be the baby brain) and his mother would be staring at him with utter joy, Danny usually just ignored her and continued doing his baby stuff.

 

      His powers first started appearing a couple of days before his first birthday, now to Danny this was awesome, it meant he can be a hero like his mom (though he probably would have been one even if he didn't have powers). To his momma though...it seemed to cause some...stress. While slightly funny to him the look of shock on his mother's face as she found him up on the large refrigerator only to watch him slowly float down to the ground, he was also very sorry. He could feel the shock and fear emanating from his mother so his head was pointed down at the floor,

"sowwy" the young child whispered slowly looking up expecting anger, instead his own face imitated the shocked look his mother made only a short few seconds ago for what he found was his moma...smiling wide. With a quick swoop his mother picked him up gently tickling him.

"My little warrior there is no need to be sorry, you used a tactical advantage of me being out of sight to seek what you desired, now while it was against my rules of asking first I am very proud of you young one" she ended her onslaught of tickles with a booping in his nose,

"just promise not to get cookies without permission first, but more importantly, you have been gifted powers by the gods! That is something to celebrate little one! Now you are indeed ready to go to themyscera and start your training!" His momma beamed at Danny who returned the smile "but first," his mother said interrupting his cheers, "we will have to see some of mommas friends so we can learn more about your wonderful gifts," she exclaimed booping Danny again, "a warrior must be what young one?" She smile down at Danny who stuck out his chest and proclaimed, "a warrior must be pwepared for all scemarios and learn to control all they have at their adwantoge." His mother gave a small chuckle and ruffled his hair, "yes young one, now is there any other gifts you should let me know you have?"

      Thankfully he didn't have many yet, so far it seems he only had the ability to float and go invisible but he did tell momma that there is a chance for more. That made her eyebrow raise, "it seems you know more than you tell me young one, but I understand the need for secrets, when you are ready to tell me I will always listen," she smiled and sighed, "I have been keeping some truths from you too, when you are older I'll tell you ok?" Danny nodded, he wondered what the secrets could be that he didn't already know but he figured his mother was already being kind enough to not pry into his own so he let it go (best part of reincarnation Danny had decided right then is he can control his emotions better than most...which is probably why his mom knows he is hiding secrets from her).

      With all said and done the rest of the day was fairly average for the mother and son, they played some games, did a puzzle, and soon enough it was bedtime. Danny was snuggled up to the small minotaur plushie his mom gave him when she first got all the stuff for his room as his mom read him a story. This one was about a pirate in search for treasure...but in space!.

      After the story his momma gave him a kiss on the forehead and tucked him in. Before turning off the light she whispered an "I love you little one, get a good night's sleep, tomorrow we go somewhere I'm sure you will absolutely adore and meet all of your moms cool friends." With that she flicked the light switch and went off to her own room to sleep. Danny did his best to fall asleep, excited for what tomorrow has in store.

[avenin7]

I think the reason I don't like in fic when Revali is talking about how inferior hylian's are because lack of wings/feathers/flight is because it comes off as I guess racist? Speciesist? Like, just because he's rito doesn't mean he gets to be out here insulting or saying people are inferior simply because they don't have certain traits? You can write/draw him having pride in himself & his people without making him come off like- that. If he wasn't literally a bird man and he was a hylian or if he was talking about a predominantly poc group of people that behavior wouldn't fly in the fandom. But just cause he's rito it's ok?

Again, you can write his character being prideful or egotistical without making him come off like a racist. Or if you are going to make him like that, make someone challenge him in it and force him to grow. Or at least have it mentioned that it is racism as opposed to just letting that be the normal way he is supposed to talk and treat people.

[drunkewok]

Tiger Inside Chapter Thirty-Eight

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Pairing: Lee Know x reader

Genre: Series, Enemies to lovers, non-idol AU, Mafia AU

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, drinking, swearing, violence, weapons

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The night wrapped around me like silk, cool and crisp, carrying whispers of pine through the darkness. Above, stars scattered across the deep blue canvas of sky, their light competing with a low-hanging moon that painted everything in silver. I watched as it caught the liquor in my glass, transforming each tiny movement into ripples of light, as if I were holding captured moonlight instead of alcohol.

My feet swung idly over the edge of the deck, a childish habit I couldn't seem to shake when my thoughts grew too heavy. Spring had chased away the snow, but tonight's air still carried winter's bite, seeping through my thin hoodie and settling into my bones. I hugged my arms closer, though I knew the chill wasn't entirely to blame for my restlessness.

I wasn’t sure how much time I had successfully wasted staring into the darkness of the trees before me. The moon had made a small journey across the night sky, signaling that time was slipping faster than I realized. Its soft glow filtered through the branches, casting faint shadows on the deck around me, but my thoughts wandered too far to focus on any particular detail.

The distant sounds of laughter and footsteps from inside faded in and out, barely registering. My mind felt like it was floating, thoughts sluggish, the quiet of the night feeling soothing among the chaos that had been the last few days.

I rubbed my arms absentmindedly, the cool night air starting to sink into my skin. How had things gotten so complicated again? It was supposed to be different this time. Coming back was meant to give me purpose, direction - a chance to reclaim what was taken from me. Instead, each day brought new complications, new threats lurking in familiar shadows. Tiger's face flashed in my mind, and I took another long sip, trying to drown out the memory of his warm smile, how it had once meant safety instead of betrayal. The alcohol wasn't helping as much as I'd hoped, just making everything feel softer around the edges while leaving the sharp points of reality intact.

The wooden planks emitted a faint creak, drawing my attention to the emerging figure. I had initially expected to see the figure of someone like Felix or Jisung approaching, but back-lit by the warm glow of the house, Minho’s familiar silhouette came into view as he approached.

He settled beside me, close enough that I could feel the heat radiating from his body, a stark contrast to the cool night air. With a playful glint in his eye, he reached for the bottle with a cocked brow. The moment he glanced at the label, a grimace flashed across his face, but he took a swig nonetheless.

“Oh no, please do. Help yourself.” I teased, stifling a laugh as I watched his reaction.

As the liquid hit his throat, his composed demeanor cracked for just an instant. His eyes squeezed shut, and his brows knitted together tightly. He coughed slightly, the harshness of the alcohol evident as he fought to regain his composure. “What is this, rocket fuel?” he sputtered, shaking his head as he tried to catch his breath.

“You knew you weren't going to like it the moment you looked at it,” I laughed, enjoying his pained expression. “Why did you still drink it?”

“How can you stand this stuff?” He asked, half-gagging and wiping the corners of his mouth with the back of his hand. 

“Take your complaints up with Chan. Pretty sure it was one of his.” I replied, smirking.

Minho chuckled, shaking his head as he glanced at the bottle. “Can’t say I expected you to resort to a life of drunken thievery.” He waved it towards me in mocking disapproval. 

“People in glass houses shouldn’t throw stones.” I playfully ripped the bottle from his hands, carefully focusing on refilling my glass. “You’ve already made yourself an accomplice.”

"I'll make sure to tell our attorney to add it to my list of offenses." His lips curved into that dangerous half-smile as he lay back, folding his hands behind his head with casual grace. The moonlight caught the sharp edge of his jaw as he turned to me, eyes glinting with mischief. "Better be careful though. When they finally catch us, I might just flip on you to save myself. After all..." He paused for dramatic effect, voice dropping to a theatrical whisper. "We are in the mafia."

My hand clasped across my heart with a dramatic gasp, “You dirty rat!”

Our laughter faded into the night, leaving behind a comfortable silence. I leaned back on my hands, letting my head fall back to look at the stars scattered above us. They seemed impossibly far away, free, untouchable. 

His joke about this life lingered in my mind, the word feeling heavier now that the laughter had died. Even in jest, it was a reminder of the walls that surrounded us, of the life we'd chosen. Or maybe, the life that had chosen us.

The alcohol must have loosened my tongue more than I realized, because before I could stop myself, the question I'd been carrying for weeks slipped out. "Do you ever think about just... leaving it all behind?" The words came out barely above a whisper, hanging in the air between us like smoke.

As soon as they left my lips, I wanted to grab them back. This was exactly the kind of conversation we all carefully avoided, especially during rare moments of peace like this. But something about the night, the stars, the warmth of the alcohol, it made the impossible question feel safe to voice.

His silence following felt deafening, making me wish I could stuff the words back down my throat. I watched as he shifted, pushing himself up to sit beside me again. His head tilted slightly, moonlight catching the sharp angles of his face as he considered my question with an intensity that made me want to look away. When he finally spoke, his answer was both confident and gentle, wrapped in a single word: "No."

I turned back to him, not hiding the confusion and surprise on my face, “Really? Not even for a moment?”

He exhaled through his nose, his casual shrug feeling like it didn’t quite match the weight of his words. “I used to,” he admitted, his voice steady, but there was a hint of something resigned beneath it. “But then I realized I can’t keep wishing for a future that doesn’t exist.”

"Why can’t it though?" I said with an easy shrug, as if we were discussing something as simple as changing coffee shops. I shifted toward him, caught somewhere between amusement and confusion at his certainty. "I mean, I did it once already, walked away, started fresh.”

The airy chuckle he let out had no humor, sounding closer to a scoff as he glanced over his shoulder, gesturing vaguely toward the house with an arm sweeping wide. “Look where we are right now, Dear,” he said, his tone hardening just enough to sting. His eyes locked onto mine, the intensity in them cutting through the night like a blade. “You’re right back where you started. And even deeper than before.”

"Still," I pressed. My fingers curled against the deck boards as I leaned closer, challenging him. "You can't just decide it's impossible if you've never even tried."

He responded with a forced laugh, the sound low and bitter, like he’d heard it all before. Reaching for the bottle sitting between us, his fingers wrapped around its neck. “I did try,” he said quietly, bringing it to his lips and taking a more than generous swig, clearly getting more used to the burn. It was as if he was telling himself it could erase whatever memory was replaying in his mind, or it would make the topic easier to digest. He sighed, setting the bottle back down with a dull thud and clearly not wanting to elaborate further. “This life… It's a gamble. And if you try to end the game, it’ll make sure to take the whole pot.”

His words hung in the air like a thick smoke, curling around us in the night’s stillness. I watched him for a moment, the way his eyes flickered with something too heavy for me to name–regret, resignation, maybe both. The moonlight caught the edge of the bottle, reflecting dimly in the glass, like it too was a witness to the weight of the conversation. 

I couldn’t shake the sinking feeling in my chest. “But what if–” I started, but he cut me off with a glance, not harsh, but firm. The kind that said there was no point in chasing ghosts. 

“There are no ‘what ifs’ in this game,” he murmured, leaning forward on the railing and focusing on the subtle movement of the wind through the trees. “Only what is.”

I watched him closely as he spoke, the quiet conviction in his voice pulling me in despite the chill that ran down my spine at his words. The shadows danced across his face, highlighting the sharp line of his jaw and the tension in his shoulders. For a moment, the only sound between us was the soft rustle of leaves and the faint hum of the night around us. I wrapped my arms around myself, feeling the coolness of the evening settle deeper into my skin. The world outside seemed so calm, so unaffected by the storm of uncertainty that swirled within us.

Sensing the heaviness in the air between us, I bit my lip and shifted in my seat, trying to dispel the weight that had settled over the conversation. "Alright," I said softly, forcing a small smile, "enough of the deep, existential crisis for one night. We need to talk about something else before we both drunkenly spiral."

He turned to me slowly, one eyebrow arched in that way that always made me feel like he was seeing right through me. The tension in his shoulders eased slightly, and the corner of his mouth twitched upward. "Running away from heavy conversations now?" he asked, his voice carrying that familiar teasing lilt as he leaned back. “Alright, shoot.”

I tapped my fingers against the wooden deck, racking my brain for something, anything, lighter. The alcohol wasn't helping my thought process, making each attempt at a topic slip away before I could grab it. What did I even know about him, really? Beyond the carefully constructed image he showed everyone else.

"Okay," I said after a beat, a spark of curiosity finally breaking through the haze. "If you weren't..." I gestured vaguely at everything around us, not quite finding the right words, then tried again. "I mean, if none of this existed, what would you actually want to do?"

Minho's expression softened, the corners of his lips twitching into something close to a smile. "Are you trying to ask me about my dreams?" The teasing edge in his voice made my cheeks warm.

"Maybe," I shot back, matching his tone. "Is that so hard to believe?"

He seemed to consider this for a moment, taking another small sip from the bottle. "Well, if I could do anything..." He paused, a playful glint flickering in his eyes. "I think I'd be a chef."

"A chef?" The answer was so unexpected, so... normal, that I couldn't help but smile.

"Think about it," he said, his voice carrying an enthusiasm I rarely heard from him. "Creating something from scratch, having people actually enjoy what you make. Plus," his lips curved into that familiar smirk, "food is universal. You can always win people over with a good meal."

"I can see that," I said softly, studying his profile. "Though knowing you, you'd probably run some fancy restaurant with a menu impossible to read just to watch people struggle with the pronunciation."

He laughed, the sound low and easy, sending that traitorous warmth through my chest again. "Look who's catching on," he drawled, turning toward me and stretching his legs out in front of him like a lazy cat. The bottle dangled loosely from his fingers as he tilted his head. "Though if the restaurant thing doesn't work out, I could always try dancing."

"Dancing?" I asked, my voice coming out quieter than intended. The image of Minho, SKZ's intimidating right hand, gracefully moving across a stage felt impossible to imagine.

"It's not so different from what we do now," he said, his voice dropping lower as he shifted closer. "Reading your partner, anticipating their next move, knowing exactly when to lead..." His eyes met mine, and the air between us seemed to thicken. 

I cocked an eyebrow, catching the slight shift in his tone. “Oh? So you think you’d be the type to lead?”

His head tilted slightly. “Depends on the partner.” His gaze lingered on mine for a beat too long, the air between us thickening just a little. 

I rolled my eyes, trying to play off the sudden heat creeping up in my neck. “I’ll take your word for it,” I said, my voice lighter, teasing even, but my heart thudded in my chest.

Minho chuckled, the sound low and smooth, before taking yet another sip from the bottle. “Maybe you’ll get the chance to find out soon. You might even enjoy yourself.”

“Bold of you to assume I’d ever let you lead,” I shot back with a scoff, trying to regain control of the conversation. But the playful spark in his eyes told me he was enjoying the back-and-forth. I pulled the bottle from his hand, the contents starting to dwindle between the two of us, and I could tell his speed needed to be halted by the same playful demeanor that had surfaced back at my apartment. 

"Well," he said, his voice dropping to that low tone that always spelled trouble, "the gala is right around the corner." He shifted slightly closer, and I could feel the warmth of his shoulder against mine. "And there will definitely be dancing."

The way he looked at me then, eyes dark with something between mischief and promise, made my breath catch. A slow smile spread across his lips as he leaned in, just enough to make my heart stutter. "I can see it now. You're already imagining it, aren't you? Me, leading you across that ballroom floor..." His gaze flickered to my ears, and his smile turned knowing. "Your ears are going red just at the thought."

I subconsciously pulled my hair over my shoulder, trying to hide whatever hue he thought he saw growing on my ears. “If I can find a dress that actually makes me feel good, maybe we can talk about that.” 

“Oh?” His brow lifted, his interest clearly piqued. “Still undecided?”

I looked down, studying the glass in my hands. “I just don’t know how I feel about dancing in a dress that makes me feel so…” I trailed off, not totally sure how I intended to complete my sentence.

“So?” He turned to me, brows furrowing slightly with his question.

I sighed “Look…” I set the glass down beside me, tucking my cold hands into my lap and turning to him. “Ji and Lix are absolute angels for helping me out, but none of their choices feel right. There’s so much pressure on me walking into that ballroom, everyone’s eyes are going to be on me whether I like it or not. I just don’t want to stand out any more than I already will.”

Minho tilted his head slightly, watching me with a sharp gaze. “Hate to break it to you, but no matter what you decide on, no dress will protect you the way that you want. They’re gonna see you, so might as well let them see what you want them to.” 

I frowned at him, his words sinking in a little too deeply for my liking. “It’s not just that. It’s more than just being seen. I have to walk in there with confidence, with…power.” I let out a frustrated breath. “These aren’t just regular partygoers. These are people I have to start leading, influencing. I’m supposed to be in charge of them, Minho. And if I don’t look the part, if I don’t act the part, they’ll never take me seriously.”

His gaze didn’t waver, but a flicker of something crossed his expression. “You’re putting a lot of stock into a dress,” he said after a moment. 

“It’s not just the dress,” I snapped before catching myself. I closed my eyes, exhaling slowly as I pinched the bridge of my nose. “I know it’s not just the dress. But it feels like… like it represents everything I’m not ready for. I’m supposed to walk in there and be this unshakable, commanding presence, and I can’t even pick an outfit without second-guessing myself.”

“Ah,” Minho said simply, leaning back on his hands as understanding settled across his features. “So that’s what this is really about.”

I gave him a sideways glance. “What are you talking about?”

“You’re not frustrated with the dress,” he said calmly. “You’re frustrated with yourself. You think if you can find the perfect thing to wear, it’ll make up for whatever you think you’re lacking. But it won’t. Because you aren’t actually lacking anything.”

I blinked, his words hitting me square in the chest. “Minho, I–”

“You’re projecting,” he interrupted, his tone firm. “You’re scared you’re not good enough to handle what’s coming, and you’re letting that fear latch onto something as superficial as a dress because it’s easier than dealing with the real issue.”

I stared at him, unsure whether to feel grateful or offended. “That’s a little harsh, don’t you think?”

“Maybe,” he said, shrugging. “But it’s the truth. And you know it.”

Silence settled between us, heavy but not uncomfortable. I hated how right he was, how easily he read through the layers of excuses I’d built around myself.

“You’ll figure it out,” he said, his voice softer now. “Haven’t you been figuring everything out this whole time?”

The corners of my lips twitched into a small, reluctant smile. “You’re annoyingly good at this whole ‘insightful’ thing, you know.”

“It’s part of my charm,” he quipped, smirking as he brought the bottle back to his lips. “You’ll just have to try the dresses on again.” He set the bottle down, turning his gaze back out to the trees. “Maybe you’ve already got the perfect dress waiting for you.”

“You’re probably right.” I sighed.

He shrugged, the corner of his mouth twitching into a half-smile. “I’m always right. You’ll learn that eventually.”

I scoffed, crossing my arms over my chest. “Wow, don’t strain yourself carrying all that humility.”

“Humility doesn’t suit me,” he shot back smoothly. “I leave that to the rest of you mere mortals.”

I couldn’t help but laugh softly, shaking my head. “You’re impossible, you know that?”

“It’s all part of the package, Dear.” He reached for the bottle again, holding it out in an offer. “But admit it, you needed this pep talk.”

I rolled my eyes, but a small smile tugged at my lips as I held my glass forward for a refill. “I don’t know if I’d call it a pep talk, but… thanks. For…this. Whatever this is.”

His smirk softened just a bit, but his next words still carried his usual teasing edge. “Don’t get used to it. I have a reputation to uphold.”

“Oh, believe me,” I said, narrowing my eyes playfully. “I’m well aware this is a rare occurrence. I haven’t witnessed you being supportive like this. Even in your weird, roundabout way.”

He chuckled, tilting his head slightly as if conceding the point. “Guess that makes this moment special, huh? You should savor it.”

I shook my head, laughing softly. “You’re unbelievable.”

“And yet,” he said, smirk back in all its glory, “here you are, thanking me. You’re welcome, by the way.” 

I gave him a look, but the amusement in my eyes betrayed my attempt at being annoyed. “Whatever helps you sleep at night.”

 

There’s a tipping point, the one you don’t see coming until it’s already there. When your limbs start feeling like they belong to someone else–heavy, uncooperative. It’s that odd sensation of floating and sinking at the same time, when your thoughts slow down, and your body still feels two steps behind. The world around you blurs at the edges, softening in ways that make it hard to focus, and every sound seems just a little too distant or too loud. 

I sat there, fully aware that I had crossed that invisible line, the alcohol coursing through my veins faster than I intended. I was almost scared to look down at the bottle, wanting to keep a blissful ignorance on just how much the two of us had consumed. The quiet between us suddenly felt too loud, too noticeable, making me hyperaware of just how far I’d slipped past my limit.

Somewhere in our shifting through the night, I found myself huddled beside him, my head resting on his shoulder as my eyes were starting to grow heavy. I could feel the gentle weight of his presence next to me, the warmth from his body cutting through the cool night air. 

“You know, sometimes I–” I started softly, lifting my head from where it had been resting. But when I moved, I must’ve been a little too quick–blame the alcohol or the moment’s haze–and suddenly, my face was far too close to his. 

I froze, whatever was left of my sentence lost to the wind.

Minho stilled as well, his dark eyes widening into two large boba pearls, though he didn’t pull back. For a fleeting second, everything seemed to have paused, leaving just the two of us, and the faint sound of the wind brushing through the trees.

I could feel the warmth of his breath, see the way his gaze flickered to my lips for the briefest of moments before returning to meet my eyes. My heart raced, every nerve in my body screaming at me to either move away or lean closer, anything to break the tension.

Neither of us did.

His lips parted slightly, as if he were about to say something, but the words weren't coming. Instead, his expression softened, something unreadable flickering behind his calm exterior.

“Careful,” he murmured, his voice low, with the faintest hint of amusement.

The spell broke, and I drew back, heat rushing to my face as I dropped my gaze.

I laughed, but it came out more like a breathy, nervous chuckle. “Yeah, that was–uh, whoopsie,” I mumbled, cringing inwardly at how ridiculous I sounded. I was trying to make a lighthearted joke, trying to dispel the tension, but the words fumbled and fell flat, awkward, and flimsy.

For a moment, Minho didn’t say anything. He just leaned back, his gaze slipping away from me and toward the dark horizon. If he noticed my flustered state, or the way my hands fidgeted with the glass in my lap, he didn’t show it. His expression was unreadable, calm as always, and I hated how effortlessly unaffected he seemed.

And that’s when it hit me.

I was imagining it.

Of course, I was imagining it. The pull between us? That subtle flicker in his eyes? It wasn’t real. It couldn’t be real. My brain had just gotten ahead of itself, tangled up in the haze of the alcohol and the intimacy of a quiet night.

He hadn’t wanted to kiss me. Why would he?

I bit the inside of my cheek, forcing myself to focus on my drink, on the cool glass against my palms, on anything that wasn’t Minho’s profile or the way my heart stuttered in that fleeting moment.

He was just teasing me, like he always did. The ‘careful’ wasn’t loaded with meaning, it wasn’t some cryptic acknowledgment of the tension I thought I’d felt. It was just… Minho being Minho. He was amused by my clumsiness, not caught up in the moment like I was.

God, how embarrassing.

I took a slow sip of my drink, the liquid burning just enough to pull me back to reality. I had to let it go, push the thought away before I spiraled further into whatever delusion I’d managed to conjure up. He probably hadn’t even noticed the way I’d paused, or the way my breath hitched in my throat. 

The warmth in my face lingered, but I plastered on a faint smile and forced myself to speak, hoping to salvage the situation. “Guess I’m more tipsy than I thought,” I said lightly, tilting my glass in his direction with a small shrug. 

Minho glanced at me, his lips twitching into a faint smirk. “That makes two of us,” he replied simply, his tone easy.

I let out a quiet laugh, relieved that he didn’t seem to be lingering on the moment like I was. He wasn’t overthinking it, and I needed to take a page out of his book. Whatever I thought had passed between us, it was just the alcohol, the night, and my overactive imagination. 

I laughed again, a bit too loudly this time, the sound awkward and forced as I shot to my feet. “I think… I think I’m done drinking for the night,” I blurted, my voice shaky as I waved off the bottle, refusing to meet his eyes.

Minho raised an eyebrow but stayed silent, the faintest ghost of a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. It was like he could see right through my pathetic attempt to brush off what had just happened.

My pulse hammered in my ears as I turned sharply, practically bolting for the door. “I’m uh…just gonna head to bed,” I mumbled, the words barely coherent as they tumbled out. I didn’t wait for his reply, didn’t dare to look back at him.

With each step, my unsteady feet betrayed just how far gone I really was, the alcohol making itself known now that I was upright. But the burn in my veins was nothing compared to the heat crawling up my neck and settling under my skin, hot and unbearable.

I reached my room, the soft click of the door shutting behind me offering a small sense of relief. Leaning back against the wood, I let out a shaky breath, rubbing my hands against my face as if that might somehow erase the whirlwind of emotions threatening to overwhelm me. 

But it didn’t help.

This was the last thing I needed to add to my racing mind. The image of his face, inches from mine, replayed in my mind, vivid and unrelenting. The way his dark eyes had flickered down, just briefly, to my lips, the quiet weight of the moment. The spell I’d thought had broken but now realized had lingered, silent and dangerous, just waiting to catch me off guard.

I was tempted to try and slap myself to get rid of it.

We had almost accidentally kissed. The thought circled in my mind, each repetition sending another wave of heat through me. And the craziest part? I wasn’t sure how I felt about it.

Was I relieved it didn’t happen? Or disappointed?

My stomach twisted as I grappled with the thought, torn between mortification and something else, something I wasn’t ready to name. I let out another shaky laugh, trying to shake it off, but it was refusing to fade.

With a heavy sigh, I pushed away from the door and stumbled toward the bed, peeling off my shoes and letting them drop to the floor with soft thuds. I didn’t bother changing out of my clothes, too drained, physically and emotionally, to do anything more than collapse onto the mattress.

I stared up at the ceiling, my head spinning with more than just alcohol. Tomorrow I'd have to face him across the breakfast table, pretend my heart didn't race every time he looked at me. Worse, I'd have to focus on the gala, on maintaining my composure while Tiger watched from across the room, the man who might have ordered my father's death, who might still want me dead.

But instead of strategizing, instead of preparing for what could be the most dangerous night of my life, all I could think about was the way Minho's breath had felt against my lips, how for one crazy moment, I'd wanted to close that gap between us. How part of me still did.

"Stupid," I muttered into my pillow, but I couldn't tell if I was talking about the almost-kiss or my inability to focus on what really mattered. Maybe both. The worst part was knowing that tomorrow, I'd have to look into those eyes again and pretend I hadn't seen something there, something that terrified and thrilled me in equal measure.

I pulled the blanket over my head, as if I could hide from my own thoughts. The gala loomed ahead like a storm on the horizon, and here I was, distracted by a moment that probably meant nothing to him. I didn’t need this. 

Not tonight. Not ever.

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[silveredlies]

Someone was quite popular. Corvinus hadn't even flinched as their private interaction was interrupted, merely throwing a glance to security. Then to the phone. The magic he had felt clicked into place and Corvinus gave a small chuckle as it did. "You sent out a beacon. My, were you that afraid of what I was going to do? I was just making my point clear." There wasn't any concern as Suresh settled near him, as they resumed their position of simply two elders speaking. His gaze followed Suresh's, seeing the people down below and he gave a shrug. "I don't mind staying until dawn though I believe I've already become quite famous. I speak to the Deathrunners boy, the Deathrunners boy speaks to you. I speak to Callum and he's clearly spoken to you too." It was the little words chosen, the fact he knew about the naga blood that gave Corvinus that insight. He had no intention to retaliate against them for merely speaking, of course they would with the concerns presented. "Though I am curious, what did Callum tell you of our initial meeting? I don't believe he's been the most forthcoming. Also for the Deathrunners boy, don't worry. I don't have any interest hunting him down for telling you. Though I am disappointed that he put a wedge in what I was sure would have been a beautiful thing between us."

Corvinus had wanted many things throughout his long life. Power, recognition, fame or infamy, knowledge, it all depended on the century as his goals were under constant flux. In this moment, he was merely having fun with it all. At least he and Suresh had reached an understanding that neither one of them were to be trifled with. Boundaries were drawn, clear cut, though at some point they would both cross those lines again. Corvinus had never been the type to play within boundaries anyways.

"I suppose it depends how generous you want to be," he replied, his attention returning to Suresh. "Perhaps a scale? They do shine most beautifully. Or we could simply say you owe me a favour, but that could mean anything in the future. How concerned are you about me?" At least he still had something to offer. Knowledge was powerful and Corvinus had that. It was why he spent so long in the shadows. Watching. Waiting. Drawing the information he could simply to play the cards right when the time came. The loss of one vial was a mere setback.

Revealing the truth to just Suresh would be quite a boring ordeal and he hated boring. There it would be, all laid out, and likely with the most bland reaction possible. He turned a little more towards Suresh, his foot gently brushing along the tail in a deliberate move. "Though I'm also hesitant to bring the leader to your doorstep. As much as I'm beginning to enjoy you, I have no intention of intervening if he strikes you. So gather the leaders and I'll bring the Nameless there. And I'll be nothing more than a witness to it. That way you'll have allies to defend you if need be."

This was part of the issue with two creatures like them in too close of quarters for too long. Suresh would not apologize for what he'd done. He would do it again, except next time he would bite that fucking witch and show him what pain really was. Suresh presented as a creature of pleasure, a business minded hedonist. But what lurked under the surface was an eldritch monster. Feeling vulnerable was an uncommon occurrence to the Naga. And it made an impression, the same impression he'd made on Corvinus. This was far more informative than their first encounter. Suresh had a taste of the witch's mind and soul... And now also his power.

The kick to the face had been unexpected. His nose cracked as his head snapped back, the taste of his own blood running down the back of his throat. The hand gripping the table keeping him from falling backwards. But the magic was gone and Suresh drew in a deep breath as the hand that had been on the table, reached for his chest. His own magic snapping shut. His expression was just as dark as Corvinus' when he looked at the witch. His nose was already healed when he got back up. A small trickle of blood running down it the only way to know. Suresh looked at Corvinus' as he brought his hand to his own face and scooping the blood off his skin he licked it off his fingers. Leaving no trace of blood drops. "Mostly..." The Naga repeated with a deep calm coolness as if nothing had just happened. Suresh left the coat on the floor, curling his tail around it to keep it there.

The door behind him beeped unlocked and five security guards of different supernatural types fanned in. Suresh turned his head looking at them in profile and said, "I'm fine. Get out." They paused, looking from Suresh to Corvinus and back to Suresh. The leader of the security gave a small nod and ushered them back out the door. With a soft "We're just outside sir..." Suresh nodded and waited to hear the click of the lock. Before he looked back to Corvinus' on the sofa. Suresh's phone on the table was vibrating and buzzing at the myriad of calls and texts asking if he was alright. Golden, alien eyes watched the witch settle. And Suresh lifted a finger and picked up his phone. Responding to the messages. "Hold on for a just a moment, please, Corvinus. Unless you want to be interrupted again? You quite literally kicked a hornet's nest." If he knew anything the headquarters was going to be crawling with his people soon. He picked up the phone and spoke softly into it. "It's me. I'm fine. No. Keep them outside. All of them." He hung up the phone and put it back on the table. "If you walk outside anytime before dawn. You're going to be rather famous."

Suresh moved closer to the witch. Not particularly worrying any longer if his proximity gave the other any disquiet. Suresh sat on the sofa again, the same spot he'd occupied at the start of the night. But he was not touching the witch now. His hands were folded in his lap. Tail draped over the sofa and spilling onto the floor, slowly moving the way snakes always seemed to be. He listened quietly before he spoke. An eyebrow arching up at the question of what was Corvinus getting. Suresh had no intention of replacing the Naga blood... It hadn't belonged to Corvinus as far as he was concerned. Suresh shrugged when the witch said he would have given the information freely before. A small derisive snort as he retorted, "If you say so. Forgive my lack of belief. You've just been so generously forthcoming so far..." He turned his head and looked out at the club, there were dozens of people looking up at the windows. Even though they couldn't see inside. Statues in a sea of unconcerned dancers. Suresh tapped a talon on the thick soundproof glass, "I am a creature of my word. I said we could be friends. In exchange for the blood. If you want to be." He looked back at the witch, "I am actually quite generous to my friends..." He tilted his head, "So I'm curious... What do you want?"

[chat-rivary]

I hold the power so I bestow on you this drawing of Vampire!Eclipse and y/n exchanging a more than passionate kiss~

Based on the last chapter of my Fic : The Vampire, the Cat, and their Owner

Not forgetting, of course, Waffle (y/n's cat) angry at the vampire for taking up all your attention

"Tell me something if you'll allow me to kiss you now."

"I love you too." You replied almost immediately.

Your eyes remained fixed on the vampire's as he slowly leaned towards you, his forehead coming away from yours to allow him to press his lips gently against yours. You blinked rapidly before closing your eyes, returning Eclipse's kiss as you tightened your arms around him. You heard a sound somewhere between a growl and a purr leave Eclipse's lips, the vampire's lips moving against yours, separating for a few seconds before pressing against your mouth again. Your heart was racing as your stomach did acrobatics, your body heating up all over. You could feel Eclipse's clawed hands kneading your thighs gently as you continued to kiss softly.

"Thanks Sweet..." Eclipse sighed.

Eclipse then separated from you, staring at you with pupils so dilated that the red of his eyes was no more than a thin ring behind half-closed eyelids. You'd rarely seen Eclipse blush, but the vampire's cheeks showed a pretty little hint of pink, reassuring you that you weren't the only one embarrassed by the situation. Your fingers slid lightly against Eclipse's rays, forcing a heavy purr from the vampire's throat as he leaned into your touch, his eyelids closing slightly. You let a small laugh leave your lips which brought the vampire's attention back to you.

"I need just a little more." Eclipse muttered in a dripping, hoarse voice.

As the words barely left the vampire's lips, you felt him press his lips to yours in a slightly more passionate kiss. You were quick to return his affection, craving his kisses as much as he did. It was strange to kiss Eclipse, his lips weren't exactly like a human's, but it wasn't unpleasant, on the contrary. You couldn't help smiling against the vampire's lips at your thoughts before you pulled back slightly to take a small breath, your breath having been slightly taken away. But Eclipse didn't let you taste the air for long, his lips taking possession of yours.

[marisashinx]

"Why hasn't Silver woken up yet...?"

[sporeclan]

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