#Van ink the dragon

[the-silver-peahen-residence]

||Summoning Chaos 6: Demonic blade meets the dark knight||

Hi guys, Peahen mom here. I just finished reading a pretty funny drabble my amazing friend wrote and thanks to that, I have to add to this! So...here's another part! Lets get right into it.

If you wanna know how this started; chapters are under this:

~~Chapters~~

The first incident in NYC

The second Incident In Japan

Spectator notes version part three/Port Mafia incident report

Spectator notes version part four/Tokyo Jujutsu High report

The fifth incident in the Soul Society

((Your reading part six that takes place in Neo Gotham))

||Drabble summary||

It just seems Wyvern can't stop getting into trouble after the recent events that happened and now it has struck in the Soul Society. Now one could be wondering; did it stop? Well....No. Because now it seems Wyvern has started trouble in Neo Gotham. Lets see how the dark knight feels about this?

~~Guests in Drabble~~

The DBT, Van Ink the dragon and her great sword Wyvern belongs to the amazing and super cool friend of mine @demon-blood-youths

Terry Mcginnis a.k.a Batman, Maxine Gibson a.k.a codename Black cat belongs to me and is from the animated show Batman Beyond. Some others will be seen or mentioned in the drabble.

Seems like the DBT has gotten used to the city of Neo Gotham and it seems Terry was happy about it. Seeing and hearing they have really did well but he was unsure about how they been. Shdwkyz seems to be doing just fine too so they were hanging out together. Maxine was talking with Fosh about some new codes and things and the others chatting and eating like nothing was wrong.

"So then I get why you were so busy. Is that what you were saying?" Fosh asked seeing the new program that Maxine nods.

"Yeah! That way, if you need a back up, you can download this if you wish." she smiled as everyone else was happy about it. However, that's when a phone call happened on both Maxine and Fosh's laptops.

"Huh?" The two looks to open it but saw a video call with head chief Barbara Gordan was in her office but she seemed a bit upset about something.

"Ummm, is something wrong miss Commissioner?" Maxine asked.

"You guys need to come to the downtown station..Now." she said with arms crossed but the hackers blinks but looked nervous. "Ummm okay?"

"Oh, and bring Ink with you. I need to talk to her and her fraction as well." she said before ending the call to leave the hackers quiet. Everyone else blinks wondering what was going on.

"Uhhh what's wrong?" Terry asked but Maxine sighed.

"The chief wants all of us at the station like right now.." she said.

"Huh? But why?" Navarro asked.

"I don't know. She seems a bit upset about something but she means everyone..even Ink too." Maxine said as she tense to blink to Shdwkyz look at her.

"Ink.."

"Ummm..I didn't do it? "She said giggling nervous but Shdwkyz sweatdrops before sighing.

"Even so, lets hurry. We shouldn't keep her waiting." Max said seeing everyone getting up to head to the station. Now they were curious to what is happening.

~~~Later that day at the station~~~

Ink was sitting in the chair while seeing the others in shock after being called in a while ago. However, they were not expecting Barbara to be a bit upset while having her arms crossed over her chest. Though, why would she be upset? Well.....

"Okay, I'm going to try to say this as calm as I can..." she said taking a deep breath then speaks: "HOW THE HECK DID ONE SWORD DO ALL THIS DAMAGE IN GOTHAM!?" she said to see Ink tense looking nervous while Sai and Terry blinks to hear this.

"Wait, what do you mean?" he asked but Barbara sighed to look at Terry.

"What do I mean? You mean you haven't heard of the recent reports this week about some demon sword flying around?! I been getting call after call about the same thing: A scary demon sword comes crashing through the streets spreading fear into all!" she said but The DBT, Terry, and Maxine blinks to see her sigh.

"Ummmm...No? I mean, I been busy doing something at the time. I didn't expect anything like that to happen!" Terry said but Barbara sighed.

"If you don't believe me...then look at this." She said seeing one officer walk over with a huge stack of complaints and reports and it was thick! The officer slams it on the desk that it shook startling the group.

"This!" she said hitting the folder, "Is all the reports, work, cases, and other things regarding one thing: THAT SWORD! You can take a look through if you need to." she said as Hellmare did that to open the file and look. She begins showing pictures of destroyed shops, buildings, some streets, even a tower!?"

"Hmmmm...these looks like the same areas we did mission while staying here for a few months to help out." she said camly while Fosh and Maxine looks seeing the damage.

"How the hell!?" Maxine was shocked as Fosh had a deadpanned expression seeing the damaging areas.

"Geez! Not again!" he said but Barbara blinks.

"Wait, again!? this has happened before!" she said.

"Well...yes but not here! It's...How can I explain this? You see, Ink's sword is well....he has a mind of his own and he tends to be a bit.....destructive. He did the same back home, in japan, toyko, yokohoma, and-"

"Now here." she said to look at Navarro who rubs the back of his head.

"And your telling me that Miss Van ink's sword is a living being of it's own that so happens to do all this. How do I know it's not Ink that caused this!?" she said.

"Well, it's not just that! It only happens when Ink tries to summon him!" Maggie said but Barbara was silent.

"........"

"Again, hard to explain." she mutters that the chief pinches the bridge of her nose to try taking this all in before looking at them.

"Uh huh, so this great sword has done all this just by her summoning it or having a mind of it's own. Are you sure about that?" she said.

"Yes!" The DBT said but Barbara sighed.

"So you expect me to believe that her sword did this? The destructive of the buildings, chaos, bad guys running away like girls over a sword?! And now your telling me it is alive!" she said.

"But he is! Look, I can prove it!" Ink said.

"You can't be serious miss van ink." she said.

"No no! It's true just watch!"

"iNK WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?" Navarro said trying to stop her but it was too late.

"WYVERN!" she calls out loud for him to hear as Barbara blinks seeing this and the same for Terry and Maxine. The DBT sweatdrops in silence but Ink opens her eyes to look.

"Oh come on! WYVERN!........WYVERN!..." she shook her had but growls to go to the window and open it. "WYVERN, YOU GET OVER HERE RIGHT NOW!! STOP BEING A DUMB BUTT!!" she shouted comically.

'God dang it Ink..' Sai thought shaking his head with a face palm that Terry sweat drops not getting this.

"Does...does she always call her sword like this?" he asked.

"Yeahhhhhhhh......we will explain later." Rust said rubbing the back of his head seeing Ink still calling out for the sword. Barbara sighed waiting to stop.

"Okay, I think I've seen enough. You guys will have to let us take her in. If she did this, she caused a lot of property damage." she said.

"Wait, I'm sure we can talk about this!" Opheila said worried seeing the cops about to arrest Ink until....something loud was heard like something smashing and breaking from outside.

"Huh?"

Everyone looks to see something coming and heading right towards the building. "Uhhhh guys?" Maxine said seeing something sending smoke up to the sky and people shouting and moving.

"IT'S THE DEMON SWORD AGAIN! RUN! RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!"

"PLEASE SPARE US MONSTER SWORD! WHAT DID WE DO THIS TIME!!"

"I JUST GOT THIS DAMN WALL FIXED! CURSE YOU DAMN FUCKING SWORD!"

A few people was shouting from the city but everyone looks to the window before seeing something shot past in a loud boom! Wyvern was flying at high speed to the call of it's owner destroying everything in front or breaking it.

"What...is that?!" one cop said.

"It's a sword....and.." the second one said before everyone begins to move.

"It's coming towards the building! EVERYONE GET OUT OF THE WAY!! MOVE MOVE MOVE!" The cops shouted to see it smash through the building causing a large hole as the DBT's eyes widen seeing that.

"WYVERN! NO DON'T DO THAT!-" ink winces hearing more smashing and cars exploding now from the garage down below. Everyone was shocked even Barbara was.

'A sword..wait, they were telling the truth!? What the hell!?' she said in her mind but hearing more police cars being cut or blowing up as she heard cops screaming and ducking as the sword was smashing through.

"RUN AWAY!! GET OUT OF THE WAY!!" Some scream or some duck from the blade to see it going up and breaking through the ceiling heading towards Barbara's office. The whole building shook but before Barbara can ask, a loud smash was heard seeing her desk breaking in half and shredding the document as pieces of paper was flying everywhere.

Wyvern showed up in all his glory. "Dang it Wyvern! I don't get why you do that! Get down here!" she reaches for him only to see him fly towards Ink quickly and smack her in the forehead. "OW!"

"I........." everyone looks to see her arguing with the sword with a swollen lump on her forehead.

"........"

"Her sword is very violent.....that's a lot of damage." Terry said. "Are you guys sure it's not some sword a gang cursed?" he asked but when Sai tries to explain, Wyvern heard that and quickly goes to hit Terry right in the face through a wall.

"TERRY!" Sai and Maxine rushes to see him but saw him knocked out with stars over his head and swirly eyes. He groans but at least he was not dead. "Owwwwwwwwwww......"

"......."

"....O..Okay....I believe you." Barbara said in shock but Fosh sweatdrops.

"I...we will pay for the damages for this. We are soooo sorry ma'am." he said.

"...........You know what? I....I'm at a lost of words here....I...." she held her head to sigh. "I'm getting too old for this." she sweatdrops as Sai tries to wake terry.

"I'M SORRY SAI!! I REALLY REALLY AM SORRY! I DIDN'T KNOW WYVERN WAS GOING TO ATTACK HIM LIKE THAT!" Ink cries worried but Shdwkyz said nothing.

"We really need to be sure you keep him with you at all times...though I don't think he will stop even if we tried anything." Maggie said with the DBT agreeing. However, Sai was quiet to only sigh.

"Ink.."

"Uhhhhh..y...yeah?" she said but Shdwkyz turns ready to bonk her on the head. Yeah..he was a bit upset.

"Uh oh..."

"........."

"N..Now Sai, come on! I'm sorry! I can fix this!" she said backing up with a sweatdrop.

"I'm sure you can...but I just want to talk first." he said but Ink knew better.

"Ummmmm...right but before you do...I have one thing to say." she said but when she takes a breath to speak, she quickly turns to run out the office.

"HEY! GET BACK HERE INK!"

"NOOOOOOOOOOO!!! I'M SORRY!! WYVERN IS SORRY!!" she screams running from the phantom slasher.

"WE TOLD YOU TO KEEP THE SWORD WITH YOU! HOW LONG AS THIS BEEN GOING ON!?"

"AGAIN, I CAN'T HELP IT! WYVERN DOES THIS AND I CAN'T STOP HIM FROM DOING THAT! DX"

"THAT'S NOT FIXING THE PROBLEM!!!" he said.

"I'M STILL SORRY! PLEASE I DON'T WANNA GET BONKED ON THE HEAD AGAIN!"

"GET OVER HERE INK!" he said still chasing her.

"SOMEONE HELP MEEEEEEE!!!!!"

The DBT, Barbara, and Maxine was seeing this but Fosh shook his head to look and sigh. He got right to work on sending money to pay for the damages within Neo Gotham. Though, he asked.

"Second, how badly are we talking of damages?" he asked but Barbara held a total of damages. When he saw it his eyes widen.

"HOW MUCH!?" he screamed only to fall back and pass out. Yeah, it was a lot. "Fosh!? Hey wake up!" Maggie said as he twitched but Maxine sweatdrops.

'Well...this turned out to be one crazy start of the night.' Max said as the chaos was unfolding. Though, at least Neo Gotham got to meet the demon greatsword of Van ink. Sorta.

[lovelyxhorrors]

Summoning Chaos - Spectator Notes - The Bladed Chaos that shook Port Mafia || Drabble OVA

Hi everyone! This is Deamon-Mun! And I have a funny drabble involving Ink's sword Wyvern. I got inspired by @the-silver-peahen-residence

----- Witnessess----

My muses of the DBT from my main blog @demon-blood-youths and

ADA and Port Mafia muses from ADA played and rped by Peahen-mun

------ Summary/Disclaimer. -----

Based on a true ( ficitional ) story.

In this documentary, we will look into the accounts of various witness involving the incident of the demonic sword; Wyvern. Before, during, and after.

This film is based on real accounts of the incident.

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A young man with messy black hair and has scars. Notable ones on the back of his neck and one across his nose. He had red eyes and smiles as he sits down.

"So Matt....." A girl asked as he zooms into his face with the camera before zooming out, "Can you tell us what happened?"

Matt smiles, "Sure! So let's start. I wasn't there at the time but I saw the damage and I was there and prevent when the shit hits the fan."

"One day...I came over to base and there was a huge mess. I saw Gin who is gathering the men of Port Mafia. All frazzled and a bit dirtied. They were pretty shook up. So I went over and asked what happened and Gin explained it to me. I found out that Ryunosuke and Chuuya along with their boss, Mori were making their way to ADA to demand answers. And I was like...what's going on!" Matt asked, shifting on his chair.

"And she said...the DBT attacked them." Matt said, "And I look at her and then at Sid who was there...my right hand...I look at them and ask what do you mean?! DBT attacked you guys how?!" Matt asked, laughing. As if he doesn't believe it.

"And Gin explained that a sword did all this." Matt said, blinking. "And..I was like....what kind of sword? After what Sid described to me...I immediately knew what was the sword and who it belonged to. To which I told Shrika to bring me over to ADA right away before any fight starts!"

"So along the way...Shrika explains what happened up to this point." Matt said.

"So the sword is Wyvern. Ink's greatsword. And that greatsword...has....a..." Matt snickers, "Has a thing. That sword...always creates a mess whenever it gets called. And I was like...how did this happen?!"

----- Atsushi Nakajima ------

A young man with light gray hair, and pale skin, and is of average height with a slim build. He sits down before smiling a bit. Atsushi is laughing and a bit nervous. He is an upstart and he is good at this.

"Okay...I was with Ink Vanguard on a case. We were tracking suspects involved in a murder case which is related to the trafficking of stolen art from NYC. So we ran into a criminal whose ability can buff himself using muscles and it is hard to beat. He's an accomplice to the mastermind of it. We spilt up into groups. Me, Ink, and Oblivion were there. Dazai, Kunkida, and Shdwkyz are tracking them down. Kenji and Gerald are with them but outside. "

"Then while we're fighting....Ink tries to summon her sword and for some reason...we had to avoid getting hit and try to subdue him for....15 minutes or so. I can't recall." Atsushi said. "After that, Wyvern....her sword...came and hit Ink on the forehead." Atsushi sweatdropped.

"I was worried! Because Ink got knocked out and Oblivion came over, rubbed her hands together with the statics of electricity, and like this." Atsushi makes a quick gesture, "Then she shocked her on the chest, to bring her back to consciousness! Like someone acting as a defibrillator. Oblivion said 'clear!" Like she is trying to bring her back to life!" Atsushi exclaimed.

"I asked what's going on and Oblivion told me....

"It's fine. This is normal." Oblivion said.

"HOW IS THAT NORMAL?!" Atsushi yelled. "Even the criminal was in shock as I was before we beat him.."

----- Dazai Osamu ------

A male with midly wavy short brown hair wearing a long sand-colored trench coat with a wry smile looks at the camera. He clasped his hands together where both wrists were bandaged and around his hands.

"I wish I was shocked by Oblivion's hands!" Dazai laughed so lovely and lovely. "

"And after that whole situation. We were about to end our shift for today with some lunch until...Port Mafia came straight to our door demanding what was going on. I was confused! I was wondering if it's related to the case. But Chuya said something I couldn't believe..." Dazai chuckling.

------ Chūya  Nakahara -----

"We were attacked!" Yelled Chuya Nakahara. An orange head wearing a black hat with a red hatband. "And I know who the cuprilt was! It's Van Ink the Dragon! I wanted an explanation!" Chuya scowled.

------ Kunkida Doppo------

Kunkida Doppo, a fellow detective at the agency sighs as he shakes his head, pushing his glasses up.

"We accounted for Ink's whereabouts as she has an abili. She was with Atsushi and Oblivion the entire time during the case. But Chuya is aware of that and he said something more unbelievable. He said that her sword attacked their base." Kunkida said. "And before Ink explained herself. Her teammates tried to explain on her behalf and we and the mafia didn't believe what we were hearing."

------ Jun'ichirō Tanizaki ----

"Ink said that she left the sword at the hotel back. And I was like....' wait...you left the sword at your hotel and Port Mafia, they said it caused damage to their base while you helping the case? You can't be two places at once! So how does that work?! If you know anything about Port Mafia. They have a base in Yokohama where there are four buildings surrounding the main building. If I have to describe it's a skyscraper fortress with the main building in the center the tallest! So....a sword caused damage. Not one...not two. But three buildings. I saw the photos that the leader of the mafia showed us and I was like...''Holy shit!' "

------ Kyōka Izumi ------

"The Port Mafia base is a fortress that nobody can penetrate. Not even rockets, tanks, or even ability users can bring it down. It would be considered suicidal to attempt to assault the base. I know because I defected from the organization."

"So hearing that...I was very surprised. So I wonder....how did Ink's sword cause that much damage?" Kyoka replied.

----- Atsushi ----

"And then I remember. Didn't Ink try to call the sword over? So I pointed this out....accidentally...to which I feel really guilty about-and Ink admitted but she didn't know the sword came through the Port Mafia's base on its way. I don't think she is aware of where their base was!" Atsushi said.

------ Flashback -----

"So where was your base?!" Ink asked.

"The ones that with huge skyscrapers!" Chuuya shouted. "The tall black buildings that are higher than the rest."

"You mean...the black tall ones that look like Stonehedge?" Ink said.

"Yes that's the one," Ryunosuke sighed.

"Oh...." Ink said. "I seriously thought...your base would be...uh...uh..I don't know..."

"You thought our base is what?" Chuuya raised an eyebrow.

"Like the places in the Godfather movie!" Navarro spoke to which Maggie nodded making Chuuya and Ryunosuke make a face. Dazai and Ranpo tried so hard not to laugh while Kunkida sighed and Atsushi is sweatdropped. Are these guys not worried?! Tanizaki thought.

"Or like Scarface..." Oblivion shrugged.

"Or American Gangster..." Jaron asked.

"Nah...probably Goodfellas!" Rust said. Mori smiled but didn't say anything. He had to admit these children were very amusing no wonder Dazai finds them hilarious.

"Yeah...I thought you guys would be outside of the city and not in it. We thought you would be part of one of those underground places." Ink added. "We thought it was a government building like the one in Tokyo."

"You guys..." Atsushi said as Fosh is sweating bullets. Chuuya is getting ticked off by their childish nonsense.

"First off! This isn't the Godfather! Second! Don't believe what you see in the movies! I like Godfather 1 and the trilogy, thank you freaking much-" Chuuya said.

"We're getting off track here," Ryunosuke growled, hate tangents.

"Right. Don't change the subject and we're not the freaking ordinary Yazuka. Okay! You punks should have known where the base is! So what the hell is going on?! Why did you attack us?!"

"We're trying to tell you that it's an accident. Ink didn't mean to! It's the freaking sword!" Maggie explained.

----- Kunkida -----

"We were preparing for a fight. The DBT is ready to throw down at our agency as Chuya and Ryunosuke didn't back down either until Matt Knack comes and defends Ink, explaining the truth to the Port Maif that backs up Ink's claim...." Kunkida hums a bit, "It's unbelievable but I'm not surprised. But Ranpo had the answer to that question and it made sense..when he lay it all out for us."

-------- Ranpo Edogawa ------

Ranpo Edogawa is known by the locals as the greatest detective in the world. He is munching on a pocky on his chair before smiling.

"So I went over to Port Mafia base and saw the extent of the damage. After using my Super-Deduction on the photos that showed the damage and being on-site. I can tell you the story of what really happened~" He muses.

"I can show the trajectory where the sword was supposed to go." Ranpo shows a smartboard with a map. "You see this is the hotel that DBT was staying at and this is the area where we were trying to apprehend a criminal with the ability to become a muscle-bound menace, Dazai and Kunkida were busy with another ability-user so Ink with Atsushi along with her teammates was busy. Between those two locations, is the Port Mafia headquarters." Ranpo circled the locations. Between the scene and hotel is the Port Mafia base.

"So Ink had to summon the sword because the criminal was causing a lot of damage and the sword went through a straight line to get to Ink. The sword went through Port Mafia's territory. The problem was the time. It took 15 minutes for Wyvern to arrive to the scene. So why it did take so much time for Ink's sword to arrive even with incredible speed. I will tell you!" Ranpo smiles.

"So what happened...the sword went through the left tower of the four into the main building. Actually, it hit didn't the first building that was after it made contact with the main building. Just a smidge. The damage on the left building the glass is cracked and shattered. When this happened...someone there at the main building saw this and tried to get in its way and that person would be...."

----- Chūya -----

"Yeah! I tried to stop it! Because who the fuck flies by the base and breaks the windows of the Port Mafia like it's nothing?! Ha! I won't let that shit slide!" Chuya frowns, crossing his arms, "The moment when it came passing the first building from the left into the main building. I use my ability to force it down onto the ground by making it heavy. Then the sword did something that I had never seen in my lifetime!"

"It went through the main building down...almost all of the floors till to the third floor." Chuuya twitched an eye before facepalming.

------- Pete Gnat -------

"From what I saw, It didn't work. To Chuya's credit, it was a good move but it was a mistake later on. It made the situation a bit worse" Pete said. "The sword turns on itself with its blade facing the floor. With Chuuya's gravity manipulation by making it heavy, the sword suddenly went through many floors before going to the third building."

"Chuya tried to stop it and he said..."

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"It's freaking nuts!" Chuya yelled. "It's like the sword going on a rampage without stopping. Even with my gravity manipulation, it's like trying to pull on a freaking whale with a harpoon. If I make it light. It wouldn't make a difference! So heavy is a no-no because it causes a lot of damage the way down. It still keeps on going."

------ Cobin -----

The camera switches to a boy with bobcut and glasses. It's Cobin Razor as he fixed his glasses. He speaks.

"It was this guy named Michizō Tachihara. He has the ability to do  ferrokinesis; the ability to manipulate metal." Cobin explains. "That ability messes with mine because I can possess machines and machines have metal so it's a bad match-up against him." Cobin sighed. "I was with him because whatever. I was making weapons!"

"But the moment he saw the sword and used his ability on it. It slowed down but.....it didn't break nor it was stopped. Hell, I saw that thing turn. Rotate horizontally with its pommel facing him. At first...I thought Tachibara had a handle on it but.....uhh..." Cobin scratched his head.

------ Flashback -----

Tachihara thought he had control over the sword when it turned with his hand reaching for the pommel. However....it was so fast that the sword hit him straight in the gut! The metal bender widened his eyes and was sent hitting against the wall.

"ACK!!"

"OW! My spleen!!" Tachibana cried as he was in the fetal position, holding his side. Cobin came over. "Holy shit! Someone call the doctor!" Cobin yelled as some of the members gathered around them.

"But aren't you a doctor, sir?" Asked one member of the mafia. Cobin made a face and shouted,

"I AM AN ENGINEER! NOT A DOCTOR!" Cobin yelled comically making the members flinched. "GET A REAL FREAKING DOCTOR!"

------ Tachibhara Michizō -----

"I will tell you right now! Because the sword isn't completely made out of metal!" Tachibara yelled. "Shit! I control all metals including swords! Even the greatswords. But I have never seen a sword mid-flight turn around and hit me in the gut like that after thinking I got it when using my ability."

"That's no ordinary sword! That's a freaking demon sword!!" Tachihara yelled.

----- Cobin -----

"It hit him in the gut with its pommel. He was fine but he remembered the pain." Cobin said. "Like Christ...and then the sword continues to descend and I heard someone repel it?"

------ Sid Casper ------

"I was with this man named Ryūrō Hirotsu and he is commander of the Black Lizard. I was having a discussion with him and Gin over some operations and what I can do to help." Sid speaks. "We heard the loud commotion from the upper floors and when the sword came crashing down from the ceiling. He repels it with his ability just in a nick of time. But the sword crashed and bounced across the floor. Chuya came down and said...."

------ Chūya -----

"I was like finally! YES! We stopped this thing! I was going to like tell the men to surround and grab it. I saw the sword embedded on the wall thanks to Hirotsu and then for a moment... I recognize the sword and try to recall where I saw it before. And then... the sword moved." Chuuya said, leaning back before groaning with his head back. "And I was like...Oh fuck no! WHAT THE FUCK!?"

----- Flashback ----

The room begins to rumble making everyone freeze. They see the sword start to shake on the wall making the mafia nervous.

"Uhhh....Hirotsu!" Chuya said. "What's going on?!"

Sid goes to shield Gin with her cloak.

"I am trying! But this sword...has an iron will!" Hirotsu shouted before he deactivated his ability. he did before his fingers broke. The wall breaks down and the sword flies off before they hear another crash.

----- Sid -----

The sword breaks through a hole in the main building and goes straight for the building on the right. One of the four. It ripped through the lobby. Then Chuuya tries to stop and the sword zips through and goes to hit the building from the opposite side. I heard Ryunosuke Akutagawa was there and tried to stop but I had him pushed out of the way because the sword was strong enough to penetrate Rashomon. But Akutagawa tried to grab onto it from the side with Rashomon's claw and it was pulled along with the ride and Chuuya tried to help. Even Jason try to help."

------- Akutagawa -----

Ryunsouke Akutagawa sighed, trying to describe the whole ordeal before looking to the side in thought. "I must admit. I let go because I recognized whom that sword belonged to. If I have to describe the feeling when trying to stop it with Rashmon just by grabbing it. It's pulling onto a wild behemoth and I decided to let it go because I told Chuya of what the sword was and who it belonged to. It was Matt's rival, Van Ink the Dragon."

"Chuya didn't believe because it didn't make sense for Ink to attack us so we headed down to see her. And of course, the boss had to see the person responsible for the damage as well. We demand some answers for this." He crosses his arms.

------ Ōgai Mori ------

"When I heard the commottion. I had to check the cameras and see that my men were overwhelemed by a single sword. I did follow the exploits of Van Ink the Dragon and The DBT. They were very interesting children!" Mori smiled. It is almost unsettling.

"So I had to see what was the reason behind this attack," Mori said. "I was very surprised to know that Matt; the rival of the dragon claimed that sword is known for doing such things as ripping through buildings and causing property damage when being summoned and Ink had a difficult time calling it every time. As if it has a mind of its own. Also, I find it very amusing that a girl had a troublesome partner for a sword." Mori chuckled.

"After knowing that...Dazai of course laughed when one of the members of DBT explained what Matt meant."

------ Ranpo -----

"Here's why Dazai is laughing so much. Because he was part of the mafia and you see the Port Mafia's base is very hard to break into. Or rather do a raid on. Because nobody can penetrate it. Not even ability users and even us the Armed Detective Agency will have a tough time. It's almost impossible until a demon sword comes right straight through and causes severe damage to not one but three buildings of the Port Mafia. In such a short amount of time. So if Port Mafia tries to sue the DBT." Ranpo popping some candy into his mouth.

"Nobody is going to think....oh gosh someone messed with the Port Mafia and got away with it. No. People will think if a sword can cause a lot of damage and gave them so much trouble then they wouldn't be hard to invade which causes a huge problem for both groups. But thanks to Fosh and Ink giving them a check to pay for the repairs and hospital bills for their men."

"They sweep it under the rug and that story became an urban legend. If you ask me, that's the best solution to the problem. Although, I am very surprised that they got enough money from their missions."

-----Chūya ----

Chuya sighed.

"Despite all that, the check did cover the damages and Ink had to ask if anyone got hurt!" Chuya said. "Nobody got seriously hurt just minor injuries but Ink didn't like that so she offered to pay for hospital bills and want to say sorry personally to our men."

"To be honest...the last part wasn't needed. I mean...I was mad....really mad. But Ink owes it up to us so I wasn't really mad at her after that. All we told her is to bring her sword at all times next time before she goes on a case with ADA!" Chuya said firmly, "I even gave her a lecture about controlling her sword! I mean... I will never forget what happened because now thinking about what Matt said to us. So I had to ask a lot of questions! Because there's no way the sword is alive. Like what the fuck!?"

------ Ōgai Mori -----

"I never heard of a sword that is alive. Though there is one..the Holy Sword it is rumored to be a sword after an ability user dies and becomes the sword. Such a thing is possible. If there's one person I know that's good at knowing swords. It's the man. The founder of the ADA."

--------Yukichi Fukuzawa ------

Yukichi Fukuzawa; the founder and leader of the ADA. A serious man of great integrity who is emotionally reserved and impassive. He had a commanding presence.

Fukuzawa sips his tea at his desk before setting it down, he closes his eyes before he talks "I came across many blades and heard of many blades. Famed blades such as Shintō Amenogozen, The Holy Sword, Kurikara, Excalibur, Kusanagi, Bongseon, Nichirin Blades, Murasaki, and more. But Ink's greatsword; Wyvern is unique in itself."

He opens his eyes slowly, "After talking with Mori about what the sword did. One day, I wanted to test Ink's swordsmanship skills wielding Wyvern. And even I wield Wyvern for a moment. That I did."

"As a swordsman, when you hold a blade. You...have a sixth sense of what kind of blade is it including history. You can discern its true nature."

"Of all the swords...this sword...is what I call an otherwordly sword...maybe a demonic sword like the Mursaki," Fukuzawa said as he stood firm.

"That sword gives off a feeling of aggression when I first hold it. A drive to make the wielder fight unrestrained without a care in the world. This is a contrast to young Ink's personality. If I have to make an educated guess, the sword activates truly when the moment comes. In the heat of battle, I must say. So it would be easily misunderstood to confuse aggression with excitement. If I have to call it, it would be dynamism, where aggression, excitement, positiveness, boldness, and power that fall under that umbrella. That's how I can describe Wyvern's true nature." Fukuzawa said before he sipped his tea.

"I suppose the reason that Ink has trouble summoning every time she calls for him. It would be either because of the distance or butting heads with the sword. But when the moment comes, they synced as one. Since the sword is alive, it makes senese. Though...it's just a hypothesis from a swordsman."

"As for the reason why Dazai laughed so much where stomach hurts..." Fukuzawa chuckles a bit.

----- Dazai Osuma ----

"Okay, so the reason I was really laughing wasn't just the fact Ink's sword ripped through three buildings of Port Mafia by accident. It's the idea of the sword being alive when Jaron explains to me what Matt said. So I asked Ranpo: if the sword is alive, does it have consciousness? If it does, does it have sentience?" Dazai asked with a coy smile.

----- Ranpo -----

"And of course...I activate my Super Deduction on the sword and the only answer I can give to Dazai is YES!" Ranpo chuckling. "I mean....if I have to discern a sword's feelings. I can tell the sword wasn't happy about being stopped and all that destruction is its way of being vindictive. I don't know! I can just tell! Of course...I wouldn't say that in the meeting with Port Mafia because that would be illogical! It wouldn't make sense!"

"This is a sword we're talking about! Not an ordinary! A demon sword! I can see why DBT are so panicky about it and Ink is apologetic about it!"

"It wasn't funny but....it's pretty funny!" Ranpo laughing and Dazai is laughing in the background.

------ Yasano Akiko -----

"After hearing what Ranpo said....I believe it. If I had to describe one word after Ink explained the sword to us. A revengeful thing. But it's a shame it didn't almost injure anyone seriously because I would of have a fun time using my ability." Akiko laughs.

----- Chuya ----

"Okay, if that's the freaking truth. I fucking believe that! Because the moment I walked out of the office after hearing that. I saw that damn sword again. Lying against the wall of the kitchen like nobody's business. And I swear to God! I swear that sword gave me a stink eye! I thought I was going crazy. There is no way in HELL that I am getting a smug-ass attitude from a sword!! I told Matt about it, and you know what he said!?"

---- Matt and Ryunosuke ----

Matt is snickering, covering his mouth while Ryunosuke sighs, shaking his head as there is a smile tugging at the hellhound's lips. Even he snorts at this as he can't believe this either.

Matt answers, "I said to Chuya." Matt shakes his head, "Nah... you're not imagining. The sword is REALLY giving you a stink eye." Matt laughing so hard. "I'm sorry! But it sounds like to me the sword didn't like anyone stopping it so of course...it made a mess."

Ryunosuke scoffs, "Hm. I never thought the Wyvern was a living weapon. It makes sense why it's hard to bring it down. Because its Master is calling for it."

-----Yukichi Fukuzawa -----

"Indeed. I even asked young Ink how she acquired the sword. She told me the truth and that girl is honest about her origins. She told me that she was given the sword from her father but then she said that Wyvern called out to her and her father decided to give it to her saying that it fit.

"Hm. If that's the case, it's an unlikely pair. A girl with an optimistic attitude with a sword that is so aggressive yet they share the same feelings. A unique dynamic I must say."

---- Dazai -----

"And because of that. I wonder how Atsushi will handle this."

---- Atsushi -----

"What else do I have to say.?I have no comment but....the sword didn't give me any problems. In fact...it's been eyeing me for a while. I-I don't know what to think. But Ink is amazing for handling a sword like that..Even though it hits her every time. That sword did protect people time and time again. So it's something, right?'

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Recording End.

[kurogane-redfox]

[x]

“Ink, ya hang any fuckin’ bells on my head and I’m gonna fuckin’ EAT ‘em,”

The fact that he was allowing her to use his hair like a pseudo-Christmas tree would shock anyone who really knew the man. However, Gajeel wasn’t familiar with whatever Christmas even was and it wasn’t like his hair would stay decorated for long. He’d shake his head and make some stuff fall from the rather soft spikes he had. Red eyes would narrow as he looked at her holding the aforementioned bells in her hands.

“Oi, what the fuck is a Christmas anyway? Some sorta disaster? Why are people decoratin’ for a disaster?”

@demon-blood-youths​

[cornpickerart]

heat waves🌊

[ignis-venenatus]

@demon-blood-youths​​ asked:  160: “ Do you think you can teach me that? ” Ink to Natsu on Dragon Slayer Roar.

[Nearly 200 Writing Prompts] | Accepting

“You want me to teach you how to roar? I’m not sure if it’s possible but since you’re also dragon aligned I don’t see why we can’t try!”

Natsu would grin at Ink, it’d been a while since they’d done any training or sparring together so this could be good for them. He just needed to remember what Igneel taught him! Since she also used fire it hopefully wouldn’t be too hard to teach her. He’d go into a few details about what he remembered Igneel telling him, and then he’d give her a few demonstrations. At least the training grounds were completely indestructible. Right?

“Okay, well first you want to close your eyes and feel your magic. Try breathing in deeply to ‘summon’ your fire to your belly, like this,”

He’d get into the stance he took when he was learning how to use his breath attack, and show her the movements one by one. While sure, her magic wasn’t Dragon Slayer magic, it was still Dragon magic. So the premise was essentially going to be the same. Or, at the very least, very similar.

“Once you get the hang of the movements, you just cup your hands like this, and exhale.”

The Fire Dragon would do just as he explained, because he knew a lot of people were more visual learners than they were practical ones. So if showing her how it worked helped then soon enough she’d more than likely have her own ‘roar’ ability. It’d be really cool to see for sure!

[demon-blood-youths]

Van Ink Za Tatsu No Harem || Part 19. Meanwhile in the Demon World

Hi everyone. This is me, Deamon-mun! This is part 19 as I am doing this cool drabble with @the-silver-peahen-residence. Right now, let's take a break from Ink and the others. We're going to take a small detour in the story. Part 20 will be the final part of this drabble series. -----

Part 15 - Rough Recovery

Part 16 - Handed-Down Punishment

Part 17 - Relief Within The Claws ( written by @the-silver-peahen-residence )

Part 18 Path to Recovery

----- Summary ------

After Ink resolved the situation with Kali, things are starting to go back to normal but things will change. While Ink is recovering, news has spread to the demon world where her devil; Vanity lives.

How will he take this news?

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In the vast world of the demon world, there is a kingdom in the north far away. It's blue as the city is bustling with activity. There is a castle at the top, it is all sliver and majestic as dragons are flying overhead. It's no doubt the Vanity Kingdom.

The Vanity household known as the Dragons of Pride are a known house to the demon world not to mention, the most powerful of most devils. And today the lord of the household, Vanity is sitting on his throne and waits for the demon contractor, Senkai to give his reports on his heir; Ink.

He wonders how she's doing so far. Most likely the usual. Though he heard that Ink and her friends did great things in the Land of the Rising Sun called Japan. He knows devils from that land and they were saying postive things about her and her group. They were glad that they got rid of the problems plaguing their contracts and heirs.

Good. It seems he can trade with the Japanese devils alright. Goa did said that she is pleased that her homeland is saved. All good. Human world can be so entertaining and amusing at times.

However....Vanity is not prepared for this monthly report from Senkai.

"As you can see, Ink was attacked and ambushed at her own party."

"Ambushed?" Vanity asked.

"Yes....a bunch of hired mercenaries were sent to attack her at the party and want to take her for experimentation. Their names are Ray Decham who hired them and he is working with Adam Ripper, a doctor of the occult."

"Is that right?" Vanity is irked by this but not surprised. Sooner or later, some people will learn about the devils and their power in this. It's like every other generation in a decade or century wants to take the devils' power for their own.

"Yes, Ink almost died protecting her fellow partygoers. She manages to survive thanks to the efforts of her allies who restore her to health. She was in bed for these past weeks." Senkai stated making Vanity grip the edges of his seat. He growls a little but keeps on listening.

"Past week? What about her fraction?" Vanity asked.

"Her team have already searched for the ones responsible and punished them." Senkai responded.

"Good to know..." Vanity said. If there's anything that Vanity knows that Ink has loyal vassals at her side.

"However..."

"However...??" Vanity raised a scaly brow.

"She had six suitors that took care of it while her fraction supported them behind the scenes," Senkai reported. " These young men destroyed Decham's home and took down Ripper. So far...the situation has already been resolved as Ink is awake and recovering."

"I see. Good to know." Vanity leans back in his throne chair. No need to worry then. Seems like things are going back to normal-wait...hold on....did Senkai said...what he thinks he said? "Wait....what did you say six suitors? As in???" Vanity leans forward.

Senkai smiles. "Yes. Ink has found six suitors. I have already checked their backgrounds. They all had the potential to be her future mate." Senkai smiles as if he is planning to let that information at the last minute.

Vanity had to make sure he was hearing right or else he is dreaming. Ink...has six suitors?! That's not...that's too early.

Vanity rubs his temples. Although...she has been a demon for a few years. Sooner or later...she is going to get people courting her. After all...her optimistic personality is infectious and gives what do humans call it?! Good vibes?! Vanity is not knowledge in humans' way of talking. So there is no surprise that Ink has gotten affection from humans and other supernatural beings alike. Right now, Vanity is very proud of her that she managed to get six young men in her court. Good, good. Expected of a dragon, no doubt.

"Tell me about these suitors," Vanity commanded as he is interested. Senkai nods. "Of course, Lord Vanity. First up is two pro-heroes. Izuku Midoriya and Bakugo Katsuki. Their hero names are Deku and Dynamight. They are very strong and soon they will be top of the heroes in the near future." Then Senkai explains their powers to Vanity or rather their quirks.

Interesting, two pro-heroes. Back then, heroes are known for handling demons and devils such as him. But times changed. Regular humans developed powers called quirks. Interesting times they live in. Not only that, Ink had two destined heroes. Not bad. One who has this quirk One-For-All that consists of six quirks but the core base is very powerful. Another that has an explosive power like setting off explosions with his hands due to the sweat. How interesting. Heroes do have a status and fame that comes with it. Yes, yes, yes. Very good.

"The next one is Atsushi Nakajima. A young weretiger seems to be an orphan and he has the ability to turn into a white tiger, he works as a detective in an agency that combats crimes involving powers."

"A weretiger? A white tiger?" Vanity asked.

"Yes." Senkai said.

"Is this weretiger related to demonic origin or??"

"Based on what my bats see. Me and other demon contractors believed that his powers are the descendent of the white tiger beast; Byakko. Most likely, divine beast clan." Senkai said. "I wouldn't be surprised since it's been centuries since we heard of them. We all thought they were extinct or went into hiding..."

"Byakko. It's been centuries since I heard that name." Vanity needs to talk to Goa and Re about this if they heard of the divine beast; Byakko. It is said that he's a god and the king of beasts. It's surprising that Ink found someone descended from a divine beast. Vanity needs to take a look at this Atsushi person. So far, not bad!

"Alright, who's the third one?"

"Ren Amamiya. He also has powers and is able to cross into the Metaverse."

"Metaverse?" Vanity said. That's the cognitive world where demons can have access to and make contracts there. But it's also a place where human thought takes tangible form. Their deepest desires are where devils can look and take advantage of them. Wait...Senkai mentioned this when the DBT went to Japan.

"And what are his powers? Did he make a contract with-"

"Human and yes, he made a contract with a devil called Arsene Raoul Lupin."

Ah....the devil of master thievery. Vanity remembers that devil as he stole his precious gem from his fortress. So hearing that the boy made a contract with Raoul is something. The deepest desires are the greatest treasure of all. "It's been a while since I heard that name. I still haven't found him. Good at disguising himself just like his clan." Vanity chuckles, remembering that day.

"Indeed. Amamiya has made a contract with him in gaining his Persona. Similar to Ink, he also leads his own fraction called the Phantom Thieves of Hearts. Their aim is to change heart in the corrupt adults so they can have the adults repent and reflect on their sins. "

Vanity wonders if Amamiya is planning to go demon if he wishes to. That would be best if he wants to continue his relationship with Ink. But knowing Arsene, he would probably push that boy on that route if it comes to that. Personas and devils are not too different. Ink has an interesting suitor like the other three. Now whose's next?

"Next suitor," Vanity asked before taking a drink of his ale in a very large beer mug now intrigued by this. Senkai nods, "Of course, the fifth suitor is Rin Okumura."

Alright.

"And he is the son of Satan!" Senkai exclaimed.

That's where Vanity spits out his ale, hearing this. Due to his dinosaur size, the ale wets Senkai who yelps in surprise. Vanity coughs and slaps his chest to pull himself together. "I-I beg your pardon?!"

Of all people.....

"Yes, Lord Vanity. Rin Okumura is the son of Satan, however..he doesn't get along with his father. He has a younger brother; Yukio Okumura. Rin carries the blade; Kurikara. The demon-slaying word. Ironically, they are exorcists!" Senkai said this while drying himself off with his wings.

Oh vey.

"Senaki. I do not care if the boy gets along with his father or not. This is Satan, we're talking about here!" He rubs his forehead, trying to process this. If Satan gets wind of this, he probably visit him and see of what's going on. Of course, Vanity has no issue with Satan since he is the lord of Seventh Hell but he is difficult to deal with.

Now he thinks about it. All those five boys and their names.

"Wait...all these boys. Are they Japanese?" Vanity asked as he now realized this.

"Yes sir." Senkai nods.

Actually...this makes sense because it seems like Ink has gathered love after her time there so why wouldn't they like her so much?!

"I think we're done for today." Vanity held his hand up.

"But sir! We haven't gone to our last suitor!" Senkai said, now excited to read the last oen. He is liking this too much and Vanity is now regretting asking it.

"Oh right....whose the last one.." Then again...what suitor would top the Son of Satan of all people? Vanity resumes drinking his ale, calming himself.

"The last suitor is Denji Hayakawa. He made a contract with a devil-"

Oh? And what devil he made a contract with?? Possibly not Lucifer...

"The Chainsaw Devil!"

Then a rumble shook the kingdom making the guards yelped and startled as the castle shook. An earthquake?!

But no...it wasn't an earthquake. It's Vanity who fell comically from his throne and is on the floor with his legs and his long pointy tail twitching in the air hearing the news while his mug of ale is rolling onto the floor.

Senkai blinks, playing dumb but he KNEW that he will react this way! "Lord?"

"IMPOSSIBLE!" Vanity roared. The Chainsaw Devil aka the Hero of Hell?! He has the ability to eat devils and erase their existence plus the devil is hard to defeat. Even Satan wouldn't provoke him! There's no way! That can't be true! This is bad but then again...he hears murmurs of minor devils trying to hunt and eat the heart of chainsaw devil. They were just rumors but it seems like it's now confirmed. Because Senkai wouldn't lie about this!!

"No sir! It's true! This Denji fellow made a contract with the Chainsaw devil. I'm pretty amazed!" Senkai commented making Vanity growl as he gets back on his throne.

Unbelivable.

Wha-what?! HOW?! How did Ink manage to get these boys' attention? Especially the Son of Satan and the boy contracted with the Chainsaw Devil of all devils! Vanity wasn't sure if he should be proud or worried for the girl! That girl is full of surprises and Vanity can't predict what's next.

Now the question remains. Who did Ink pick out of the six? Or rather...has she chosen which suitor that is befitting of her yet.

"D-did Ink chose yet?" Vanity asked.

"Of course, sir!" Senkai smiles.

Really?! That was fast.

"Who is it?" At this point, it didn't matter. If it's not the last two, it's more than fine. Of course, having a Son of Satan and his heir be together is quite beneficial but it is dangerous. He can handle Satan, Chainsaw Devil is a different matter but! Since he is in contract, he won't do much. If it were humans, that would be fine. Vanity supports any decision that Ink makes when it comes to courting and romance.

"All of them sir!" Senkai said happily.

-----

Then another rumble is felt throughout the castle scaring the guards inside the castle.

"AGAIN?" The guards cried, wondering what's going on.

"Is it an earthquake?!" Cried one dragon guard.

"Are we being under attacked?!' Cried another. However, the guards of the castle have nothing to fear...or maybe they do because it's Vanity who is causing the tremors.

At the throne room, Vanity almost had a heart attack as he had widened his eyes as he falls from his throne comically with his tail twitching. "WHAT?!" God, at this point, he can handle any technology and he hates technology! But this?! Vanity wasn't sure how to deal with this. Just why?!

"Yes, Ink has confessed that she likes all six," Senkai said happily while Vanity gets back into his seat, processing this with his eyes swirling.

Ink...she what?! She chose all six?! Vanity couldn't believe this. Then... what does this mean???! Vanity covers his mouth in shock as his eyes widen. Oh hell. Has his heir formed a harem???! That's impossible.

No...wait....it's hard to believe but it is possible. The previous lords of the Vanity house did have harems of their own in the past! But it has been so long since it happened. Even his heir, Duke had two mates but he couldn't call it a harem!

Now what? Now thinking about it. Does Ink know what that entails? Is she planning to mate with all of six them? Vanity remembers the look of his heir when he first met her when she signed the contract. Lost and confused when she is an orphan. But over time. She is now determined and ready for an adventure on her path while doing everything she wants to do while becoming a devil of the Vanity household. But sometimes...she can be gullible, reckless, and innocent regarding mature things. And it's not gore and death. It's sexual and love.

Vanity blinks, realizing something.

Wait. DOES SHE KNOW HOW TO DO IT?! Does she know anything about ..se-no, no, no. She could, right? She's not that gullible. Right, right, RIGHT? To hell with that! She isn't knowledgeable in that field yet. Damnit. This is bad. What if she experiences a demon heat cycle when she grows older?!

Vanity's eyes continue to swirl, trying to think how to break this down for his heir.

Did anyone have a talk with her regarding this! What do humans call it? The birds and the bees?!

"I need to talk to her...." Vanity sighed. Yes, a talk would be good for her. He needs to talk to her pronto regarding harem and all that. Senkai chuckles. "Of course sir. I will let her know before she leaves." Then the demon contractor transforms into a bat and leaves. Vanity is left alone while Duke is sitting through this monthly report and is surprised and impressed with Ink so far. Duke can't believe that she managed to capture the hearts of six young men. Not bad.

"Vanity....?" Duke asked.

"I....I need to sleep and a drink after this." Vanity said. Yeah, a much-needed sleep will do some good right now.

To be continued.....

[vivwritescrappythings]

squeeze

tattoo artist!eddie munson x fem!afab!reader

Eddie is your tattoo artist and long term boyfriend, one night you have an idea of how to spice up your next tattoo session.

an: idk why I thought of this but I did

cw: fem and afab reader, needles, tattoos, unsanitary tattoo practices, don’t let anyone do this to you, p in v sex, cockwarming, masturbation, mild dubcon, mentions of marijuana use, i picture this version of eddie as older, masochism, swearing, dirty talk, not proofread.

wc: 2.3k

masterlist

MDNI

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It was only after a few joints that you could have ever thought this was a marginally good idea. You and Eddie were well baked by the time you stumbled out of his van in the alley, eyes bloodshot and a wide smile on your face. The rest of the tattoo shop was dark as Eddie snuck you in the back door, the two of you giggling like vandals as though it wasn’t his shop. The keys jingled as he tucked them back into his pocket, nudging you toward his station.

He turned on the harsh fluorescent lamps surrounding the leather chair in the center of the small space. Paper screens separated it from the rest of the store, drawings and sketches stuck haphazardly all over the dividers and walls. “You’ve been drawing more,” you murmured, looking over the magnitude of new additions.

Eddie was already wiping down the chair and getting set up, looking over his shoulder at you with a hum of acknowledgment. You took in the way his shoulders filled out his worn Metallica shirt, his jacket hanging on a hook near the back door. There was something about his warm, chocolate-colored eyes that made your heart flutter every time he glanced at you.

“You gonna pick something out or just stare at me?” he asked, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

You rolled your eyes, a little too stoned to come up with a response you considered to be clever enough. The wall of flash tattoos beckoned you closer. Eddie had given you countless tattoos at that point, insisting that dating a tattoo artist meant you had to get all your work done by him.

Anyone else would just be cheating.

It was how the two of you met five years ago: you came into the shop with a crumpled piece of paper with a book quote you loved scrawled onto it looking to get your very first tattoo. Eddie had stolen you from the guy who usually took the walk-in clients with a saccharine smile, ushering you to his little sectioned off area and charging you half what he normally would for a tattoo that size. You left with fresh ink and Eddie’s number, and the rest was history.

You squinted up at dozens of drawings crudely taped to the wall, admiring the smooth linework and the variety. There were a few from his Hellfire days, fleshed out Dungeons & Dragons monsters and sets of dice high up near the ceiling. The rest were the typical subjects: skulls and flowers and doodles of food and ghosts.

It was hard to decide, your arms folding over your chest as you worried your lower lip with your teeth. Normally it was a quick decision, you’d pick something off the wall or had an idea of your own and Eddie would be off to the races.

That time it took Eddie pulling out the battered notebook he insisted he did his best work in, his name scratched into the black cover. “How about this one? Been workin’ on it, thought it would look good on you,” he murmured, flipping it open to a page in the middle.

The drawing was beautiful, detailed and delicate while still fitting with the rest of your tattoos. You realized that Eddie was listening when you told him you wanted to tattoo your sternum a few months ago, the pages littered in drawings that were suited to the smooth patch of skin over the bone. As always, he knew what you wanted more than you did.

“Yeah, it’s perfect,” you finally said, tracing it with your fingertip.

“Yeah? You sure?” Eddie asked, already rifling through drawers to put together a stencil.

You nodded, biting your lower lip as you sat back on the leather chair. “Matches everything else you’ve put on me,” you said, making yourself comfortable as he went off to trace out a stencil.

You fidgeted with the well-worn Corroded Coffin shirt you were wearing, running your fingers over the torn-up hem and looking up at the ceiling tiles Eddie had painted black.

Meeting Eddie must have been the luckiest moment of your life. You never thought that you’d find someone, for some reason you’d been convinced that you were beyond what anyone wanted—destined to be the old lady with the cats at the end of the street. But Eddie wanted you, he wanted you fiercely and with a passion that was almost startling sometimes.

“Alright, dove, shirt off,” Eddie said, startling you out of your thoughts. He rounded the corner with the stencil in hand, chocolatey eyes focused on you.

You complied, slipping the shirt off your head and tossing the fabric onto a nearby folding chair. The cold air in the shop made you shiver with just your pajama shorts on. You’d forgone wearing a bra, the trip to the tattoo parlor borne from a spontaneous idea you had in the living room of your shared apartment.

“Never gonna get tired of that,” Eddie mumbled, staring at your chest as you settled back onto the cold leather. You rolled your eyes as your face started to heat up, part of you wanting to cover your chest with your hands.

Eddie stood between your legs, rolling over the silver tray that held the little containers of ink and gloves and his machine. He’d already washed his hands, his fingers were cold as he shaved off the smattering of vellus hairs covering your skin. You squeaked when he wiped down your skin with an alcohol pad. His tongue poked out when he concentrated, his brow furrowed as he started to apply the stencil.

He pressed firm to get it to transfer, pulling the strip of paper away and reaching for a mirror for you to see it. It was weird to see yourself reflected back in the small hand mirror. You sat up to properly inspect how it looked between your tits, the U-shaped stretch marks between them catching and shining in the fluorescent light. The mirror tilted up, letting you see your own bloodshot, hazy gaze in the mirror. The blunts Eddie had rolled earlier were strong.

“Looks great, Eds,” you said, lips quirking into a grin as you settled back on the chair. Eddie hummed, letting the mirror drop with a clatter on his drawing space as he went to wash his hands again.

He came back ready, black latex gloves pulled over his hands and hair tied back in a low bun at the nape of his neck.

Bony hips knocked the insides of your thighs apart, your boyfriend curling down over you. “You still feeling up to the rest of this?” he asked, a brow lifting until it disappeared under his frizzy bangs. You were silent for a minute, taking in the sincerity of his expression. “You don’t have to if you’re not feeling right, dove. I can just do the tattoo and we can go home.”

You furrowed your brow, shaking your head and blurting out protests a little too eagerly. It made him grin, boyish charm returning to his stubble-ridden face as though he wasn’t a day out of high school.

“If you feel uncomfortable, what do you say?” Eddie prompted softly, leaning forward to nudge his nose against your temple. He didn’t touch you with his hands, keeping them sterile.

“Yoo-hoo,” you mumbled a little sheepishly. Eddie picked it, the safe word always made you roll your eyes.

He hummed sweetly, pressing a kiss just above your eyebrow. “That’s right,” Eddie said, the simple praise already making you feel warm.

You bit your lower lip as you looked up at him, watching him get the machine going and getting ink on the needles. It felt like your body was buzzing with anticipation, your knees squeezing at his waist.

“Help me out, can’t get my hands dirty,” Eddie said, twisting to fuss with something on the tray next to him. You didn’t care about what he was grabbing, only reaching forward to loop your fingers in the waistband of the sweatpants he was wearing. On a normal day he wouldn’t be caught dead here in sweatpants.

The original idea had come from you. Something in your stoned mind combined to make you ask Eddie if he’d ever thought about cockwarming while giving a tattoo. He looked at you like you’d grown a second head, but fifteen minutes later he wanted to bring your fantasy to life.

“Been so fucking hard ever since you brought this up,” Eddie hissed through his teeth as you pulled his sweatpants down over his cock. It slapped up against his stomach, the tip flushed red and already leaking. You swallowed thickly, reaching out to wrap your hand around him.

The soft moan coming from Eddie’s pink lips was gratifying in more ways than you expected, satisfaction making you feel warm as you looked up at him through your lashes.

“You want me to take my shorts off?” you asked quietly, tilting your head to one side. There was a thrill associated with being naked in the tattoo shop. Of course, it was the middle of the night as no one would have reason to be there, but it still felt scandalous all the same.

“Yeah,” he said, the harsh buzzing of the tattoo machine starting as he touched the needle to the ink. The sound was familiar to you now, part of you associating it with Eddie. “It’ll be complicated to do this if you leave them on.”

You rolled your eyes, letting go of him to strip yourself of your shorts. He cursed under his breath when he saw you completely naked on the chair. Brown eyes traveled over every curve and slope of your body, taking it all in with reverence as his tongue poked out to run over his bottom lip.

There was a brief pause, the two of you waiting for the other to do something. Eddie ended up taking charge.

“Play with yourself for me,” he mumbled, staring down at your cunt. His gloved fingers twitched. “Get her nice and wet.”

Your face heated up at his request, bashfulness binding your chest together for a moment. It was impossible not to comply with Eddie’s request, your fingers finding their place between your legs. You touched yourself without fanfare, your fingertips settling on either side of your clit and rubbing in tight circles.

His gaze was locked on your cunt, chin pressed to his chest and lips parted. Normally you would be embarrassed under that kind of focus, but the awe shining in Eddie’s eyes made your anxiety slip away.

Your movements were practiced and smooth, sending electricity up and down your spine. It was easy to get turned on, your breaths eventually becoming pants and wetness building up around your fingers. His jaw was clenching, you knew he wanted to pull your fingers away and touch you himself.

He huffed, swallowing hard before directing his gaze to your eyes. “Alright, let’s do this,” he said, stepping in closer between your legs. “Before I just decide to ruin my sterile environment and fuck you the right way.”

The idea was enticing, making you bite your lip as you considered. But you already came all the way down here and had the stencil placed and ink in the tattoo gun. And you wanted to make your fantasies happen.

You grabbed Eddie’s cock, your wet fingers smearing down the length of it. Of all the times you fucked, you almost never were the one to guide him inside of you. It was a bit clumsy as you dragged his tip through the soaked seam of your cunt, nudging against the swollen bud of your clit a few times.

Finally you hit your mark, Eddie’s deep moan filling the air as he slotted himself inside of you with a strong thrust. The patch of dark, soft curls at his base brushed against your already sensitive clit. The stretch made you see stars. Your head rolled back against the leather chair, a breathy whine pulling from you as he rubbed against every gummy ridge and gooey spot inside of you.

“Eddie,” you whimpered, brows pulling together as you looked up at him. He seemed to be going through a similar sense of euphoria, his long lashes fluttering against his cheekbones as he breathed into the feeling.

His eyes open, pupils expanding like ink in water as he curled over you, readying the tattoo machine over your chest. He blinked hard, rutting softly against you once… twice… before steadying. The concentration was incredible to witness, his expression hardening and jaw flexing again.

“You ready, dove?” he asked, briefly glancing up at you before staring at the patch of stenciled skin like he could burn a tattoo into it with just his eyes.

“Yeah,” you breathed, feeling like your entire body was made up of TV static as you willed yourself to relax on the chair.

He nodded, the familiar buzz of the tattoo gun starting again. It pressed to your skin like fire, the vibration carrying from the gun all the way down into the flat bone of your sternum. You held your breath without meaning to, toes curling.

Eddie groaned, a smile finding its way onto his face. “You’re squeezing so fucking tight around me,” he said, voice a bit raspier than normal.

You made a conscious effort to relax, staring up at the ceiling and tapping the tips of your fingers along the sides of the chair. “Sorry,” you murmured, a giggle echoing from you as Eddie resumed the line he was tattooing.

Each stab of the needles kept your body alight, teetering you on the edge of pain and pleasure. “You're such a masochist.”

You smiled, your gaze hazy and your pussy fluttering a bit as you took shallow breaths. “I know, it’s gonna be a long night.”

[majestyeverlasting]

𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬 | 𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧

Paring Eddie Munson x Reader 

Summary In the wake of a storm, you seek out Eddie because he gives the best hugs and may be the only person in Hawkins who has the answers you need [fluff, 2.1k]

A/N Eddie didn’t come back wrong. Not in the way you’re thinking, at least. But he does hear things from time to time…

The sweet scent of wet earth lingers inescapably as you pedal, bike wheels whirring softly as they weave around potholes filled with rain. The familiar stillness that follows every storm has settled over Hawkins. Cool droplets fall from tree branches onto your skin, contrasting the warm fall air. With the wind at your face, the heaviness in your chest begins to lift as you travel further from home. 

When you arrive, rain drips from the Forest Hills entrance sign. The old, chipped wood has survived years of vandalism and wear. Puddles of water have collected on the gravel road, and colorful toys have sunken into muddy portions of front yards. The closer you get to Eddie’s trailer, the more you hear muffled music permeating from within the four walls. 

The lights are on, visible through the curtains. It isn’t until you’re close enough to dismount your ride that you realize you’re hearing Ozzy Osbourne. Eddie’s voice passionately joins in as the chorus circles back around, a smile pulling at your lips as you rest your bike against his trailer. 

The moment you knock on the door, he quiets. There’s brief shuffling, then purposeful footsteps until he’s finally swinging it open. The way his eyebrows shoot up at the sight of you is comical. A guitar solo pours out to greet you as well. 

His curly hair is pulled back in a low, messy bun and a black pair of pajama pants ride his hips. Every time you see him, there seem to be more designs inked across his pale skin. They’re down his arms, splayed across his chest. The dragon was your favorite of them all. Snaked along the side of his rib cage with its mouth bared, shielding a splotch of scars. 

“You’re goin’ off the rails, huh?” There’s a playful lilt to your voice as you quote the lyrics back to him, tilting your head. 

His cheeks flush as he opens the door wider for you, your perfume wafting as you walk in. “Every day of my life—fuck me, I can’t believe you heard all that,” he groans, running a hand down his face. 

After shutting the door, he turns off the stereo. You sigh as you toe off your vans and take a relaxed look around the small space. With Crazy Train having come to an end, you can hear the TV quietly droning about the possibility of more rain. 

For as much as there was that changed in the world, this place seldom did. With its warm lamplight and eternal coziness. The air smelled of pine, underscored with smoke. Even the mug shelves and baseball caps hanging on the walls have stood the test of time. 

When your eyes meet again, he offers a boyish grin that settles under your skin. “Wasn’t expecting your pretty face today.” He tucks some wispy flyaways behind his ears. 

“Sorry I didn’t call first,” you say. “I just needed to get out of the house...needed to see you.” Eddie doesn’t miss the brief shadow that flickers in your eyes, as though another thought is protesting from a cage in the back of your mind. 

As much as he’s tempted, he doesn’t coax it out. “Nothing wrong with a good ol’ change of scenery.” He lifts his brows in that charming way of his. “Not that this is the Four Seasons or anything—” 

Before he knows it, your arms are around him. A hum vibrates through his chest as you tuck your nose into the warmth of his skin. As he hugs you in return, the remaining tension melts right from your shoulders, pooling at your feet. Once he’s sure you’re feeling better, he starts rocking from side to side until your smile slips through. 

You try to pull away, but he only squeezes tighter. “Eddie,” you whine through a giddy laugh. 

“Nope, you’ve gotta commit now,” he quips. “I don’t make the rules, angel.” Hearing that, you relax into him, exhaling at the playfulness and familiarity of his embrace. 

“How do you do it?” You murmur into him like he’s some sort of magic. 

He smooths his palm up your back, gently massaging at the base of your neck. “Do what?” 

“Make everything better,” you whisper, feeling the rest of your worries dissolve under his touch. 

A weak chuckle rumbles through his chest as he pulls back to look at you. The honesty in your eyes makes him feel like he’s an imposter. Like he’s somehow got you fooled. “I don’t know about everything...” 

Life has been different since the Upside Down. There were scars from that day that were never going to fade, engraved beyond skin deep. It was the voices from before, the rumors and taunts, that made him feel like he was that same punk teenager who corrupted everything he touched. Like being himself was innately wrong. 

It was hard to believe that someone like you genuinely enjoyed his company, found him helpful, thought he was good. But he was getting better about it because he didn’t make it this far for those old voices to hold the same power. These days, new voices echoed around him, not confined to memories but strikingly real, intimately near. Never unkind, just disembodied and drifting through the in-between. 

They didn’t scare him anymore. He learned when to listen and when to tune them out. Something was bound to follow after he crawled his way back to the land of the living. Nevertheless, he’s grateful for a second chance at life. If things had ended any differently, he never would’ve seen how much better things could get—or cross paths with you. 

You think for a moment before speaking up again, “Then we’ll agree to disagree.” 

Eddie takes your chin between his forefinger and thumb, eyes flitting over your face in awe. You grow shy under his gaze, and that’s when he leans in to kiss you, his plush lips soft and slow. A satisfied sound rises in your throat as you trail your hands along his waist, feeling the different textures of his scarred skin beneath your fingertips. 

Caught up in the warmth of your mouth and the pleasant stirring in his gut, he doesn’t feel you pull the elastic from his hair, letting it cascade down over his shoulders. However, he smiles at the feeling of your fingertips gently scratching his scalp. 

“I got something for you,” he eventually whispers, pecking your lips one last time before heading to his bedroom. 

Butterflies dance in your stomach as you trail after him, toying with the hem of your shirt. You take a seat on the foot of his bed, watching him saunter to his nightstand, humming under his breath. Your eyes drift to the dagger tattooed between his shoulder blades, the blade descending a short way down his spine. 

“Close your eyes,” he instructs, turning back around with something hidden behind his back. Eddie snickers as he approaches, your eyes adorably shut. It’s a contagious sound. The bed dips as he takes a seat, his thigh pressing against yours. 

He taps your nose with something soft, prompting you to open your eyes. 

It’s a small stuffed ghost with two black buttons for eyes, and an even smaller one for a mouth. You’re quiet as you take it from him, thoughtfully turning it over in your hands. Shaped like a comma, it has two adorable arms raised up from the sides. Faint stitching is visible along the perimeter like it was homemade. Eddie shifts and scratches the back of his neck, unsure how to interpret your silence.

A smile finally breaks across your face. “He’s adorable. Where’d you get him?” 

Eddie runs a relieved hand through his hair. “You’re not gonna believe me, but Wayne and I went to visit Ruth in the nursing home the other day. You remember her? The lady who used to live a couple trailers down.” You nod, encouraging him to continue. “They happened to be having one of those activity days where someone comes in to lead a craft or whatever…“

“And you stayed?”

He kisses your cheek. “Bingo.” Then his voice grows fond. “All I could think about was making one for you.”

Warmth spreads throughout your chest. “I’m gonna name him Ghostie.“

The distant sound of a car door shutting makes you jump and look towards the window. Eddie almost laughs, but stops himself at the way your shoulders slump in dejection. Like you’re upset at yourself for reacting.  

He leans in, talking carefully, “You alright?” You shake your head in dismissal, but his attentiveness doubles down. “Talk to me, Goose.” 

The reference makes you smile, and you nudge him for it. “I’ve just been a little on edge.” There’s something else you want to add, but don’t. Eddie’s ready to prod it out this time around, but you’re quick to tap his nose with the stuffed ghost. “I might just be going off the rails like you and Ozzy.” 

He huffs an amused breath. “Not gonna let that go, huh?” 

“Never.” 

•••

The rain starts back up again. Slowly, before pattering down harsher against the roof. By then, you’ve already eaten dinner and settled on the couch for Beetlejuice, the sun long set. Eddie’s arm rests over your shoulders as you lay asleep in his lap, Ghostie tucked into the crook of your elbow. He had a feeling things would end up this way.

When he shakes with a chuckle at yet another wacky scene, you stir. He doesn’t realize until you shift with a soft hum. “Shit. I’m sorry, sweetheart,” he practically coos, squeezing your shoulder. 

“How dare you laugh and be amused.” Your voice is soft and groggy in that way he adores.

“I know, I’m awful,” he agrees with feigned gravity. “Gotta go turn myself in. Tell the kids I love them.” You snort as you sit up, snuggling into his side with Ghostie in your lap. 

The lights flicker as a strong gust of wind blows outside. A concerned furrow forms between his brows at the way you gasp and stiffen. This jumpiness is unlike you. He rubs your arm in hopes of loosening you up, but darkness promptly envelopes the room. You can hardly see aside from mere outlines. 

The sides of the trailer creak as the wind continues, a bit fiercer than before. Eddie curses under his breath at the inconvenience, while you’ve grown even more rigid and silent. There’s a false glimmer of hope when the lights briefly flicker, but darkness soon prevails again.

“It’s okay,” Eddie assures, pulling you closer. “Wind’s just disturbing the lines. They’ll be back on in a second.” The lights flicker before dying out again. 

Tears well in your eyes. Your voice wavers as you speak, “Eddie?” 

“I’m here,” he assures. “I’ll go grab a flash—”

“Do you believe in ghosts?” 

Now it's his turn to still. It’s not a foreign question, not by a longshot. It’s one that was peppered throughout his childhood, and always returned in the later half of every year when the nights began to grow a little longer. It’s the sound of your voice that sets it apart this time around. You’re not seeking an answer for fun or on a whim. You’re searching for a second opinion. Deep down you knew, out of every other soul in Hawkins, he’d have one to give. No one came back from the Upside Down without a few ties that lingered. 

He’s quiet for a while, the sound of wind and rain filling the space between you. 

“It’s not a matter of belief,” he finally says, swallowing hard. “If something’s real—God, Satan, ghosts, whatever…” he pauses. “It’ll keep existing whether you believe it does or not.” 

“So do you think…are ghosts real?” He can’t see your attentiveness, but he can hear it. 

He chuckles humorlessly, blindly taking your hand in his so you know he’s not making fun of you or messing around. 

The two of you start talking at the same time, “I—” 

“Can feel them,” you breathe. “At my house. It started a few days ago after you left.” 

Like he may have left them behind.

The lights stutter back on as the TV bursts back to life, somehow picking right back up. Eddie reaches for the remote and turns it off, his finger lingering on the button. When his attention settles back on you, there’s a sense of disbelief in his dark eyes, like he’s looking into a mirror for the first time in a while. 

“Feel them?” he slowly repeats, searching your gaze for more. 

“Hear their voices... like soft whispers,” you continue. “So I know they’re real.” 

There’s a thoughtful beat of silence.

“Me too.” 

- 

Thanks for reading! Feel free to let me know what you think. 

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[nancydrewwouldnever]

Hugo van der Goes, St. George and the Dragon, ca. 1470 - 1482, ink/paper (National Gallery of Art, Washington D.C.)

That poor "dragon" looks more like a large dog in a Halloween costume.

[alltheworldsinmyhead]

the hungering hearts

circle IV: heresy

It’s an addictive thing. Not the blood, not the sex. But to be trusted so deeply.

kanej vampire au/ read on ao3

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People on the corridors and stairs of the Slat exchange knowing looks above Inej’s head when she passes them and think she cannot see it. They are inherently wrong about that; they are also wrong in thinking she cares about their opinions in the first place.

All these dirty thugs and petty thieves holding themselves above her because she used to earn her wages on her back. It’s pathetic, really. It’s even more pathetic that they consider her a whore still, just something to warm their bosses’ bed, a canary he keeps for his amusement.

And what about her amusement?

She opens the door to the office that used to be Per Haskell’s without knocking and closes it firmly behind herself, thinking, with a surge of sweet satisfaction, that she’s the only one who can get away with it.

Kaz, seated on a low chair in front of an easel, spares her a glance and a half-smile, before turning back to the painting in front of him. He has a brush in his hand, its bristles thin like a strand of hair. His gloves are nearly laid out on the desk.

And he shrugged off his jacket, rolled up the sleeves of his shirt. For Kaz, it’s a close thing to being naked.

She leans against the wall, watching him work for a moment. The afternoon light, weak enough that it doesn’t hurt him, falls inside the room through the window and basks him in pale yellow. His hair, overdue for a cut, gets into his eyes now and then and he brushes it off with his wrist; a distracting gesture, drawing her attention to wry muscles flexing in his forearm, to the graceful line of his shoulders. And it’s a spectacle in itself, his face; the way concentration carves the furrow of his brow, the lines in his forehead, the tight-pressed curl of his lips. His eyes are the color of the Suli tea, spiced with nutmeg and cloves, served with honey. In between each movement, he is so still that it tugs on something animalistic within her brain, a long-forgotten instinct to flee or fight. She swallows it down with an ease.

He could’ve been a painting himself. Just something to watch and admire.

But, she thinks, her eyes set on his thighs, his chest, the line of his neck, I’m not here for window shopping.

He adds some more greens to the dress of a woman on a portrait and she asks:

“Why are you doing it? Wylan’s busy?”

The lines on Kaz’s forehead get deeper.

“He’s too good to slum in with us now, I’m afraid. Our little merchling has grown up.”

Now, a splash of white, just a bit of it.

“Just admit you didn’t even ask him,” she says, crossing the room on soft feet. “You are allowed to enjoy painting, Kaz. You don’t have to find justifications to do it.”

She stands right behind him now, carefully wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing a kiss to the top of his head. He smells like he always does; like ink, and soap, and metal.

The painting is a pretty perfect copy of The Portrait of Cecelia De Groot, painted by a Ketterdam-born Jan Van Rijk some hundred years ago. The original hangs in the portrait gallery of Councilman Lievens, but Inej suspects it won’t hang there for too long. Art thefts are Kaz’s favorite hobby, and she has to call them a hobby because she knows for a fact that they take more work than they are worth and that the paintings themselves are hard to liquidate. Usually, he has a buyer for the lifted originals, but sometimes he just keeps them under his bed, like a dragon’s hoard. Shows them to her, talks about the lights and shadows, and the technique, and she listens, her heart softening at the rare enthusiasm in his voice.

“It’s for a job,” Kaz said, predictably, adding some more white to the lace collar around the woman’s neck. Inej scoffs.

“As I said,” she tilts her head and leans down, just a bit more, to press a kiss behind his ear. “You are allowed to enjoy things.”

She hears his soft exhale. His hand, with a brush between his fingers, falls on his knee.

“I see,” he sounds stoic enough but she can hear a hint of quiet amusement in his voice. “Is that why you’re here, Inej? Looking for some enjoyment?”

“Maybe.”

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[battyaboutbooksreviews]

Queer Books for May 2023

🦇 Good morning to my lovely bookish bats, goddess, babes, and dragons! There are so many diverse, entertaining queer books coming out (hehe) this May! I've only listed a few, so feel free to give a shout-out to others you've read this month!

✨ Books Listed: ❤️ Stars Collide by Rachel Lacey 🧡 Chain Gang All Stars by Nana Kwame Adjei-Brenyah 💛 Imogen, Obviously by Becky Albertalli 💚 Dragonfall by Laura Lam 💙 I Like Me Better by Robby Weber 💜 The Unstoppable Bridget Bloom by Allison L. Bitz 🖤 Lose You to Find Me by Erik J. Brown ❤️ Margo Zimmerman Gets the Girl by Sara Waxelbaum and Brianna R. Shrum @sarataylorwoods 🧡 Solitaire by Alice Oseman 💛 Bitterthorn by Kat Dunn 💚 Ander and Santi Were Here by Jonny Garza Villa 💙 Homebodies by Tembe Denton-Hurst 💜 Chasing Pacquiao by Rod A. Pulido 🖤 A Shadow Crown by Melissa Blair ❤️ Only This Beautiful Moment by Abdi Nazemian 🧡 You Don't Have a Shot by Racquel Marie 💛 Breakup, Makeup by Stacey Anthony 💚 They Hate Each Other by Amanda Woody 💙 If Tomorrow Doesn't Come by Jen St. Jude 💜 The Princess and the Grilled Cheese Sandwich by Deya Muniz 🖤 The Problem With Perfect by Philip William Stover ❤️ Paper Planes by Jennie Wood 🧡 Fake Dates and Mooncakes by Sher Lee 💛 Transmogrify!: 14 Fantastical Tales of Trans Magic by (Anthology) 💚 The Beautiful Something Else by Ash Van Otterloo 💙 As Long As We’re Together by Brianna Peppins 💜 Venom & Vow by Anna-Marie McLemore and Elliott McLemore 🖤 Always Emilie by Alyson Root ❤️ Love at First Set by Jennifer Dugan 🧡 If You Still Recognize Me by Cynthia So 💛 The Luis Ortega Survival Club by Sonora Reyes 💚 City of Vicious Night by Claire Winn 💙 The Girl Next Door by Cecilia Vinesse 💜 Forever Is Now by Mariama J. Lockington 🖤 That Summer Feeling by Bridget Morrissey ❤️ Ink Blood Sister Scribe by Emma Törzs

[the-silver-peahen-residence]

||Summoning chaos||

*Waving* Hi dears, Peahen mom here but I wanted to write this silly drabble for my friend. Though, it's a gift for her so I hope she likes it and brings a little laughter to her. <3 So lets see what we are diving into here hmm?

||Drabble summary||

Davion was training Ink for a while now but he's been hearing that she's been working on summoning her great sword, Wyvern though while training, it seems it's not as easy as he thought. What crazy chaos will happen? Read to find out.

||Warning||

~Swearing

~A strong head bonks to a certain blue dragon

~Silly funny moments

||Guests in Drabble||

Van ink along with some of the fractions mentioned belong to @demon-blood-youths

Davion belongs and is from the hit series: DOTA: Dragon's blood but he's also my muse due to me rping as him. Some of the other fractions are also mentioned in this drabble too.

((Note: Their will be grammar mistakes and errors in this drabble as others have this warning. But like I state before, this is written for fun. So I hope you like it and my friend too. Enjoy))

Seems it was another nice day In New York City while it was cool and pretty sunny. Today was pretty nice to just chill and relax...or do some training as well. Davion was standing by or on the side lines while watching his cousin Van Ink the Dragon doing some training under his guidance but he was seeing her wanting to show she might have gotten better in her training.

Both have fought against one another before and leaves a destructive wake. Though it shows not to mess with these dragons! For now, Davion was proud of his cousin.

"Nice job Ink. I see you gotten stronger and more quicker so nicely done." He smiled as Ink Rubs the back of her head from the praise. It was good to know she's doing even better since their last fight.

"Thanks Davion! I wanted to show I've gotten much more stronger! Strong enough to get better and better to do even more!" she smiled that Davion laughed, ruffling her hair.

"I know you can little cousin but remember, training is good but taking it easy is the same. You don't wanna over do it." he said but Ink knew that.

"True but hey! Can we spar again!! I wanna see how strong you got!" she grins that Davion smiled to her.

"You wanna another fight? Sure, lets do it!"

So both dragons move from one another now on opposite sides to fight. He cracked his knuckles ready to go. Ink was excited herself ready to go.

"Alright little cousin, be sure you don't hold back on me you hear?" he said.

"You got it! Lets get ready to-" as she said this, she reaches to her back to stop and blink. Hold on.

"Ah! Wait a second!" she said but Davion blinks.

"Hmm? What's wrong cousin?" he asked seeing her remembering.

"Uhhhh I don't have my greatsword! :3" she said but saw Davion sweatdrop to look. Did she forget it again?

"You forgot it again didn't you?" he said but Ink sweatdrops to laugh.

"Yeahhhhh but I can summon it here. Just a second!" she smiled holding her hand up to the sky.

"Wyvern!!" she calls out loudly while holding her hand up with her eyes closed. Davion looks to her waiting but Ink waves her hand a little to feel nothing. "Wyvern!!!....." Again no response. Ugh, not again.

"Oh come on! WYVERN!!" she shouts out to look seeing no greatsword again.

"Uhhhh Ink?"

"Hold on, It should be showing up! Just a moment!" she said smiling to him but now she was trying again. "Wyvern!! Wyvern!! WYVERN!" she shouts out but only huffs to look annoyed.

"OH COME ON YOU BUTT FACE SWORD!!! WHERE ARE YOOUUUUUU!! GET OVER HERE RIGHT NOW!!!!" she shouted in the sky still waving her hand furiously annoyed now. Davion blinks to see this.

'Yeahhh, that sword still has a mind of it's own....but I wonder where did she even leave the sword?' Davion thought seeing Ink trying and shouting for her greatsword.

That leaves the question: Where did she leave that sword anyway?

~~~~~Meanwhile on Roosevelt Island in Brooklyn~~~~~~~~

Oblivion was visiting Yuuka and her team today while they were still enjoying some snacks while looking out. "Thanks for visiting again Oblivion, it's sweet that you still come to check on us.." she said but Oblivion nods while looking at the video game they were playing together.

"It's no problem. I still wanna be sure to check on you regardless. But it's good to hear your still alright." she said as Yuuka smiled moving her character while they were playing.

"Even so, thank you. Though, I hope Ink is alright. She left here in a hurry due to her cousin meeting with her." she said but turns her head seeing Wyvern sleeping against the wall. She forgot her greatsword again but it was fine. She thinks?

"Well, I'm sure Ink will come back later but if not, I'll take the sword back for her." Oblivion said as the two kept playing games but as they did, Daniella blinks seeing the greatsword move to make her blink.

"Hey big brother Maxine, the funny greatsword moved again!" she said as this made Luna look.

"Hmm?" Was Ink trying to call it? As the snakes was about to speak, the greatsword springs to life and quickly it shoots out from the ground in a great boom right towards the window where Oblivion and Yuuka was!

"Uhhhh Yuu! Oblivion!! DUCK!!" Luna said as the two look seeing the greatsword rushing towards them.

"Get down!" Oblivion pulls Yuuka down who yelps as the sword smashes through the tv, the window in a loud crash, and the wall showing a hole there. The sword then shoots off quickly in the direction of it's master.

The Dark Eclipse nightshades stood there in shock seeing the hole in their living room but Yuuka and Oblivion sat up slowly to look at the wall. Yuuka was speechless while Oblivion sighed.

"......Uhh.....I'll be sure to let Fosh know so he can help with the damages.." she said.

"Ummmm.....O..okay." Yuu said but she was speechless seeing the sword do that. Now she wonders where it was going!?

~~~~~Meanwhile~~~~~~~~

"Ink, I don't think you shouting out is going to make it come here faster." Davion said.

"I know it's coming! It better since it always tends to do this!" she said stomping her foot. "Tch, come on Wyvern!!! GET OVER HERE NOW!" she shouted as Davion sighed.

~~~~~With the Elite Demon Anthem from downtown Manhattan/Tribeca~~~~~

"Okay, so we need to work on trying a new idea. Though, are you sure you are doing okay?" Rex, the leader of the season demon warriors visiting again while she was looking at their fractions hanging out.

"Trust me, I'm fine. You always worry so much." she grumbles but Rex sighed to pet her head.

"As your boyfriend I wanna be sure your fine." he said as Kali looks away hiding her blush.

"Yeah, you told me." she said as the two saw their teams training. However, as Kali was about to eat, she heard something.

"Uhhhh..."

"What's wrong?" Rex asked.

"Do you hear something?" she asked looking left and right but before she stood up, Rex sensed something coming down and heard some crashing noise and the shouting of some of their members.

"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT!?" Fall asked as she ducked or got picked up by Bernard who was wincing hearing something get smashed.

"Isn't that Ink's sword!?" Winter said ducking as it smashes through the hideout.

"MY WORK!! I WAS JUST ABOUT TO FINISH FIXING THAT!" Zed shouted from his area while the others were seeing the destruction.

"GUYS GET DOWN!!" Summer said as the two leaders blink. Wait, did they mean Ink's great sword!? Before long, Rex pulls Kali down as it shoots through above them smashing through the wall of Kali's base as he covers her head from some debris falling now leaving a hole. Both leaders sit up looking in shock but Kali's eye twitched seeing the destruction.

".....Well, that was...weird." Rex said but sensing his girlfriend's anger. "Uhh Kali-"

"IIIIIIIINNNKKKKKKK!!!" she screams.

~~~~~~~~~~With the Upstanders in Flushing Queens~~~~~~~~~

"Okay, I think we are done." Guam heard his teammate agreeing and Champion barking happily. They made some new statue in the middle of the mall seeing others enjoying themselves. Today was good and they got everything done so nothing could ruin that....before he felt some shaking.

"Uhhhhh, do you guys feel something?" Lela said as she and the others felt something heading this way or heard it. Guam looks up but as he did, his eyes widen to shout, "EVERYONE GET DOWN!" he saw his fractions duck seeing Ink's great sword fly through and smash through the wall and through the statue they just finished. He with the others look in shock seeing the destruction and a big hole leaving them speechless.

".........Well, that's one way to turn the day around." Guam said with Lela sighing.

~~~~With the Lupins in Harlem~~~~~~~

"Oh come on Ahmed! You said you were going to at least let us have a go with this. The boys and I can handle this you know." Fin sighed seeing Ahmed look to him.

"I didn't say you couldn't. Though, We are trying to improve some things in order for our fraction to still keep alert of anything. Even if we are all on a day off." he looks to the others who was eating some lunch but Fin could agree.

"Uh huh, and what? You think something might happen even with us being in to relax?" he said.

"Yes!"

"But how though! We haven't had anything happen all day!" Fin said.

"He's got a point." Pierce said while looking to Ahmed. Besides, what could happen? Something just crashing through the wall?!" he said but when Ahmed was about to speak, the boys heard some wooshing noise to look and open the blinds of the living room.

"Uhhhhh, guys? Do you see what I see?" Verin said pointing but the boys squint their eyes something shine.

"Hey, isn't that a sword?" Haliee said. "Though, that looks like Van Ink's sowrd and...is it coming towards us?!?"

This got the wolves to panic before quickly ducking as a great boom was heard seeing the sword smashing through the wall and through the other side leaving two big holes. Fin blinks to see the damage but he sweatdrops.

"......You were saying?" Ahmed said to Pierce who laughed nervous.

"Uhhhh oopsie?" he said but he and Fin got bonked on the head by him.

"OW!"

"What did I do!?"

~~~~~~~With the Knights of Darkness in the Bronx~~~~~~

"T..thanks for helping me Joshua, you guys really are so kind." Joshua rubs the back of his head seeing everything done in Ashley's green house. She and his fractions were hanging out today with the Shallow Butterflies and it was honestly a way to get both the shy butterfly and the knight of darkness to spend time together.

"O..Of course! I wanted to at least spend more time with you since y..you do help me from time to time." He saw her blush again but Ashley shows a gentle smile.

"I..I don't mind. Even so, Thank you.." she said while their fractions finds it cute.

"Awwwww, that's so precious.." Vanessa smiled seeing them happily talking with each other, seeing Hex agreeing.

"True, we figured they would need to spend more time with one another. Since you did say he had a crush on her?" he asked.

"He does but he won't say. Knowing our leader, Joshua is always sweet." she said as the fractions watched their leaders talking like nothing could go wrong. Till..

"Uhh, guys?" Timmy said hearing something.

"What is that?" Angel said but they fractions looks to see Ink's great sword flying through but it was heading right for Ashley's green house! "Uh oh."

"Though, Ashley..I did wanna ask something.." he mutters not knowing about the sword heading towards them.

"H..Huh?"

"Uhhhh w..would y..you...Umm...would you like to.."

"Y..Yes?" she asked but before he could say.

"JOSHUA! ASHLEY! DUCK!!"

"Duck?" the two said before a smash was heard as the greatsword flew through the glasshouse! Joshua and Ashley shield their faces but two hard pots hits them on the head to make them dizzy. The two fractions was in shock but rushes to see.

"Joshua?! Ashley!? You two okay!" Angel said but saw the greenhouse a mess with two knocked out leaders with swirls in their eyes.

"Uhhh..."

"I see pretty little butterflies.." Ashley mutters dizzy with one hand up twitching before it falls. They even got bumps on their heads from the pots smashed by them. Both fractions sweatdrops seeing this.

"....Why do I get the feeling he was gonna ask her out?" Hex asked.

"..I think he was.."

~~~~~~Meanwhile with the Cursed Vixens in Central park~~~~~

"So what are you showing us again?" Vivi asked with Jinx, Breezy, and Ping looking to Echo showing a new invention.

"It's something called a mystery bomb. I been trying to work on this but I can make spears for Navarro to shot out from his Grenade launcher to triple the effects!" she said proud as the three blink.

"Well, knowing you that's possible. Seems you are getting more closer to your boyfriend." Vivi teased that Echo blushed to clear her throat.

"S..shut up! So!? Just like you getting close with that white snake!" she said as the two look at one another but Mouse sighed with Melinda showing some hand made sandwiches for lunch.

"I think it's pretty cool Echo, I'm sure Navarro will agree with you." she said.

"Thanks Melinda! At least she gets it!" she said as the girls sighed.

"Anyway, lets have some lunch. I got some brownies too after we eat." Melinda said as the girls were getting ready to eat with Echo setting her bomb down when hearing something.

"Uhhh girls? Did you hear that?" Mouse asked as the girls looks wondering what that was. Before they could ask, a big boom was heard making the girls seeing something coming through the living room!

"WHAT IS THAT!?" Breezy said.

"THE HELL!?" Echo shouted.

"What just happened?" Melinda asked in shock.

However, the sword went by so fast, it sliced the bomb echo made as the eyes saw it flashing a little.

"E..e..e..echo! The bomb! Your bomb is going to-"

BOOM!!

The cursed vixens screams with smoke showing from their home/hideout but shows a smoke covered living room with the girls twitching and Echo coughing.

"......Echo....no more bombs in the living room.." Vivi said.

"..D..Deal.." she said coughing before the girls fall back to pass out dizzy from the explosion.

~~~~~~~~Finally back with Ink Davion~~~~~~

He saw Ink panting from the shouting and stomping seeing that her greatsword was taking it's long time. "Ink, I think we should wait till you try again." he said patting her back.

"But it always shows up! Maybe I left it somewhere.." She mutters trying to remember.

"I'm sure it's near by Ink." he said trying to calm his cousin down. However, as he was about to stand, he heard a loud woosh noise looking up. Ink knew that noise! She quickly stood up to see......

"Ha! There you are, Wyvern!" she said holding her hand out for it as it came down in a quick fast motion.

"Uhhh Ink, You might wanna duck, it's coming in too-" But it was too late as he saw Wyvern smack Ink right in the face hard and into the ground making it shake. The whole area, even the DBT hideout shook startling the members inside.

"Ink!" Davion rushes over to see his cousin but saw her twitching with swirls in her eyes. Her forehead had a swollen lump there as she was out.

".......Oh boy.."

"INK!" He looks seeing Navarro, Rust, Shdwkyz, Hellmare, Fosh, Maggie, Jaron, Ophelia, Gerald, and Taz coming out seeing what happened.

"......."

"Let me guess; she tried to summon Wyvern again?" Navarro asked seeing Davion nod.

"Yep..."

"And it didn't go well did it?" he adds.

"Nope." Davion sighed seeing the great sword embedded into the ground. "I'm just wondering where she left it. It took a long while to come back to her." he explains.

"Is that so? Well, maybe she left it somewhere when visiting someone." Hellmare said but before she could ask, Fosh got a phone call or a lot of text messages.

"What's wrong Fosh?" Jaron said but he looks to see but his eyes widen.

"......Fosh?"

"Ummmmm...I think I might know.." He said showing the text messages to the others. It was text messages and pictures of the destruction left behind by Wyvern itself!

"What the hell happened!?" Navarro said in shock seeing the pictures from Fosh's phone.

"I have a feeling that explains why it took so long for it to come back. Second, didn't Ink visit Yuuka and her fraction today?" he asked but the others sweatdrop figuring she left it there and..

"Ohhhhhhhhh..." yeah, they get it.

Davion sighs but reaches to take out a booklet. "I'll help pay for the damages." he said but Fosh sweatdrops as he was working on it but he would call Mouse but seeing the vixen's pic, that might become a sorry later. After a few hours, Ink was sleeping but Fosh had to talk to the fractions who was confused to what happened and calm a angry Kali down.

But at least Wyvern was safe. So all is well. I think?

[kurogane-redfox]

"Hey Gajeel! Sorry to bother you but I need your help with something. It's Rust. His metal arm is broken and needs help...but...he doesn't want help for some reason. But the arm looks badly busted. Can you help and take a look at it?" Asked Ink.

Random Shit

"Yer not botherin' me at all, Ink. Ya should know that by now,"

The Dragon didn't mind helping Ink and her friends out. If he was able to help them in any way he was perfectly content to do so. He hated sitting idle for too long and all that but perhaps his job as a Guild Master made it hard for him to actually leave that much. Since Ink was like a sister to him he had zero issues helping her out if he was able to do so which was something he'd said before.

"If his fuckin' arm is broken then it obviously needs to be looked at. If ya can bring it to me do so, if not I'll head to yer hideout and look at it myself."

He knew he was more than capable of making something the younger male could make use of. In fact, he knew how to make fully functional prosthetics and he'd done so a couple times before. They were able to be used just like the ones that hospitals used. He didn't make them for hospitals or clinics though. The person he'd made them for used them and that was all he fucking cared about.

"I know he can be fuckin' stubborn but ya would think he'd be willin' to come tome for help at least. He ain't fuckin' stupid and he knows I'd help."

[lostsoulofdragon]

Sooooo I got some more headcanons. This time about the @valrayne-faeu by @antlered-knight and @owl-bones and how their characters write. I used the first two names I found for each of them. (Please ignore that I misspelled Nightmare at the top)

In case you can't read my scrabblings, a transcript and some FunFacts are under the cut.

Nightmare - Juliet: He's a king, I think he writes a lot.

Cross - Mistral: As far as I'm aware, he's a soldier/guard, and I'm confident he had to learn how to write in the military.

Horror - Demian: Same as Cross =) I think he's older then the others (Aside the kings & Ink/Error) so he's probably written more than them and developed a "neater" handwriting.

Killer - Calson 540 Italic: He taught himself how to write so he could hang up flyers before his 'business' got popular, so he always had a very fine & neat handwriting.

Dust -  Nevison Casual: I think he learned how to write in the military too. Him being an archer didnt grant him a neat handwriting, because I think he kept his fingers really stiff when hunting/fighting.

Soul -  My own handwriting: She learned how to write on a farm to keep track of the crops/finances, and her writing became neater when she began studying dragons.

Dream - Cancellaresca Script: Same as Nightmare <3.

Blue - Park Avenue: No explanation. I just think it fits him.

Ink - Murray Hill Bold: He probably writes like he draws; long, thin strokes with a brush and not a pen.

Error - Van Dijk: He lives in  the faewilds, he probably doesn't write much. I headcanon he struggles with it, especially the uppercase letters.

Funfacts: I HATE the font for Dream with a burning passion of a 1000 suns. Why. Why did I choose the font with the most INTRICATE LETTERS for the one with the (objectively) WEIRDEST NAME.

I checked and Horror is INDEED, like, 100 years older than the others.

I headcanon Killer started out as a very lowlife criminal, who hung up flyers for his assassination business. Once he was tasked to kill a person in Nightmares castle, and he almost did. Then he was recruited by Nightmare. (Also I think it fits his reputation as a Casanova in the fandom)

[ignis-venenatus]

Natsu grins widely as Ink complements the spice in the katsu curry he prepared for them. He was honestly glad she could handle spicy food, he'd have toned down the level of spices if it was needed, of course. He wasn't going to force someone to eat something they couldn't handle.

"I'm glad you like it, Ink!"

He'd begin eating his food quickly, not bothered at all by the spice level or the fact that it was fresh off the stove. Being a Fire Dragon certainly had quite a few perks, didn't it? Ink wasn't the same as him but she was one of his great friends and honestly he just enjoyed her company. She was also one of the best people to spar with!

"I'd love to see the sword that Gajeel made for you! He told me made you one but nothing else about it."

He'd chuckle and continue to consume his food, once he was done with his first plate he'd likely serve himself more. If Ink wanted more he'd serve her more as well. It was only fair after all. Plus, she was a guest in his house. He and Ink could come up with a day or something that he could go to where her and her fraction where located so he could see her new blade with his own eyes.

@demon-blood-youths (moved from here to the beta editor)

[kurogane-redfox]

He thought he'd made a good point too. The Dragon was smart, that much was certain with how he'd managed to conceal their location for so long from all the bounty hunters and other guilds after their Jewel. He was glad he did. The group were all great, even the ones who didn't particularly trust him all the way yet, which he didn't mind. It was hard to trust someone who beat at least one of your members before.

"Well, yer both welcome to use any of the rooms I've had set up for yer groups use here to sleep. It'll be quieter here than back at yer hideout, right?"

He'd grin listening to them talk about what they were planning on doing. He was treating them to lunch after they finished showing their skills, abilities, and those of the upgrades to Destroyer, for Rust, and Ixen Sjach for Ink. He'd seen the sword being tested out shortly after he finished making it, but he'd not actually seen Ink use any attacks with it yet. The Dragon was actually pretty excited about seeing the various upgrades to Rust's arm in action.

"Well, I WOULD know, but remember... gihi I knocked her out in our fight before it even got goin' back then. So I'm lookin' forward to facing both of ya."

He'd have to hold himself back, of course, no sense in delivering a severe thrashing to the teens since it was just going to be all in good fun. Though, depending on how hard they came at him during their spar the Dragon might have to use some new tricks he'd learned since the last time they fought. He'd not know how it was going to go until they actually sparred.

"It ain't really 'uneven', Rust. I wouldn't have said both of ya come at me at the same time if I thought I couldn't handle it, ya know me."

The Dragon would grin widely, ruby eyes glinting in the light in the training room while he did so. He was still keeping a close eye on them, watching their movements. He had a feeling they'd have some interesting attacks to throw at him when it came to their spar so he was honestly looking forward to it. He had a feeling they'd both be able to land some hits on him. Maybe even injure him a little bit. It'd be fine he was a pretty quick healer.

"I'd love to help ya practice yer team attacks. Who knows, maybe yer teamwork can help ya land some blows on me gihi, sound fun still?"

He'd take his coat off for their spar. No sense in having it get torn or singed since it was all in good fun and nothing at all serious. It'd been a while since the Dragon had had a good spar. As the Guild Master it was kind of hard to get much like that anymore. While that was FINE that didn't mean he LIKED it. He often used the training room to let off steam or excess energy.

"Yeah, yeah but I still HATE that I hurt ya without knowin' the fuckin' truth back then. I was sent after ya cause Jose's nasty ass wanted the Jewel and he'd not even bothered doin' HIS research. Fuckin' nasty bastard."

At least, Jose was gone now, erased from existence. Nothing but a bad memory on anyone's mind who remembered the bastard. He still remembered how he did it too but that wasn't something he SHOULD be thinking about at the moment. He was watching Ink and Rust spar.

His eyes would keep up with their movements. He was essentially reading their bodies as they moved. He was also still paying very close attention to the speed of their attacks as well as their body language. He was basically, doing new research on them while they sparred. Which was pretty normal for him.

That's actually a good point that Gajeel brought up. Ink and Rust paused for a moment before the teens laughed. Especially when after they beat the crap out of each other, Gajeel offered to take them out for lunch.

"I'm in! After fighting Rust, I'm going to take a lunch break, take a nap, and fight you in full power." Ink said.

"If you beat me that is, Ink." Rust chuckles. "But I'm with ya. We can't fight on an empty stomach. Heck, even after fighting Ink! Ink is a tough person to beat ya know!" After all, Ink's the leader of the fraction and to Rust, she is considered the strongest in the fraction.

Now thinking about it. After fighting each other, the idea of them fighting Gajeel together sounds good. But two versus one?

"I don't know I'm not a fan of uneven numbers....but you're a strong dude, Gajeel, and not even TEN guys can take you down." The blond said. "So why the hell not?!" Rust grins, flexing his hands together.

As for Ink prefers one-on-one but....since Gajeel offered to take them both on. Why not? Gajeel is super strong. "I don't know I like the idea of one after another but....maybe we can practice our team attacks!" Ink said making Rust snap his fingers at that. "Oh yeah! We should go with the usual or the new?"

"How about both?!" Ink replied with a grin.

"Right!" Rust replied. "And also Gajeel. Ya don't have to apologize. I mean...we know you're doing your job and all that. We're just doing our thing."

"Yeah...it's completely cool! You're cool!' She reiterated, "I had a good time fighting you." Ink laughs. "Even if that one time I got knocked out! Hahahahaha!" Ink said. "So all is good. You canceled the bounties on my team and I'm really happy about that!" Ink smiles, twirling her sword now as Rust readied his fists again, raising them up.

Now they need to resume their fight. They have to show Gajeel what they are really made of. Both fighters went back at it. Rust throwing punches and Ink swinging her sword.