#also Nines do break every bone in his body

[bloodfin]

DO YOU HAVE MORE THOUGHTS ABOUT THE CANE................. DEWCOPIA THOUGHTS.MY HEART AND SOUL....

AUUUGGHHHHHHHHH

I think perhaps Copia gets a phone call, late in the evening, a very pouty Dewdrop on the line.

(drabble under the cut, also at the very end there's another picture with more cane details ((unmasked guy's face is cropped out I don't like posting them)) but cane details really make me think it is Copia's!!!!!)

"Papa, Frater, I'm," he pauses, just for a moment. "I'm the hospital." It comes out rushed, like it's all one word.

There's a sharp intake of breath on the other end of the line.

"The... the hospital, for humans? The human hospital?"

"Yes, Papa."

If Dewdrop sounds like he's on the edge of tears, it's because he is. Pain from the broken bones, from fighting with his glamour to keep it intact. He's crushing Rain's hand with one hand, trying to figure out how to crawl into the phone with the other.

"My Ghoul," Copia sighs, a sad, broken sound. "What happened? You, you just left. V said he'd be careful with you all -"

"I broke something, on stage. We're waiting on the x-rays. I'm... I'm old, and fragile."

Dewdrop hiccups at that, what once felt like a joke now feels a little too real. Rain runs his thumb over the back of Dew's hand, let's him squeeze a little harder.

"No, no, don't say that. Sure, you're nine hundred years old, but what is time to an immortal? The vessels can be fragile, but I'm sure your tech did a good job playing for you behind the curtain, yes?"

"No."

"Then I'll have him fired immediately -"

"No, Papa. I kept," he breathes in through his nose as a throbbing pain rolls across his foot. "I kept playing."

Copia is silent on the other end of the line. Scenario after scenario running through his head. Did V threaten his Ghouls, that they would play no matter what? Was Dewdrop under some sort of spell? There must be magic in the collars, to keep them at V's side the whole time, that bastard -

"Show must go on, right?" The chuckle that comes out of Dew is wet, and Copia knows his face must be a bright red. How he wishes he could kiss the tears away.

"What do you mean? You were injured, you should have stopped "

"No, Papa I, I wanted -" he breaks down then, full sobs. The pain is too much, his glamour is slipping, he can feel every time his heart beats in the broken places of his body.

It's too much and he wants to go home. He wants to be at the Abbey with Copia, or have Copia here with him. He misses the rats, Ziti the most. He misses his nest and that reading chaise in Copia's room where he could settle in with a book and his tea, be undisturbed for hours. He misses his Papa. 'Frater' feels too far away.

Rain reaches across Dew’s body with his free hand and rescues the phone from where it's about to tumble off the edge of the hospital bed.

"He wanted to make you proud," he says quietly, focusing his magic on Dew to help relieve as much of the pain as he can.

"I am, I'm so proud. Can you tell him -"

"He needs to hear it from you."

Copia understands immediately. Hearing what he wants, needs to say, from another wouldn't mean quite the same thing.

"Take care of him, Rain."

"Always."

Rain brings the phone back up to Dewdrop’s ear, and he takes it with an embarrassed huff.

"My Ghoul, I am so proud of you. I love you, and this may be hard, but you deal with hard things all the time, yes?"

Dew sucked in an ugly laugh, Copia would make a joke at a time like this.

"Yes, Papa."

"I really do love you, my Droplet. You rest, let your pack care for you."

"I love you too, Papa."

They sit in silence for a few moments, Rain politely turning his head away to study the medical posters on the wall. When there's rustling at the curtain they exhange quick goodbyes, with a promise to call when they get back to the hotel.

The last thing Copia hears before Dew hangs up is the nurse giving him the bad news - a fractured foot, broken in two places.

His heart breaks for the little guy, and he wishes he could be with him, with his pack. And while he might be absent, he can still send a little piece of himself, to help Dew as he heals.

A few days later Dewdrop receives a package in the mail, a very long and narrow box wrapped in simple brown paper.

"Is that like, the world's biggest dildo or something?" Phantom chitters while Dew glares at him, and Phantom feels lucky that looks aren't deadly.

A note is attached to the end.

"Put this to good use, Droplet."

Dew cracks a grin as he tears into he package, beaming as he unwraps a slender cane. Copia's cane, from his favorite white suit era. He'd been on the receiving end of it a few times, but was glad to have it in his possession now.

He could feel Copia in the intricate snake grip, a subtle warmth he left wherever he went. He's certain he'll get some good use out of it, and he already feels more at ease having something from home in his hands.

He'll make his Papa proud.

[revelboo]

Hi! I just read your TFA! Bulkhead short story and was wondering if we could have a few more crumbs? I really like bulkhead and the idea of meeting Sari as you have to will every bone in your body to not run when Bulkhead's looming over both of you.

I love ur work BTW, make sure you take breaks when needed and drink water! Also don't starve :)

Sure!

Time Turned Fragile Pt 2

TFA Bulkhead x Reader

• Heart racing, you follow the giant and shiver as you spot another of them inside the big space. Wondering if you’re going to be allowed to leave again. See the moment the other one notices you, pushing his black and gold frame away from the wall and silently approaching. Your huge chaperone, gestures at the newcomer. “I’m Bulkhead and this is Prowl.” Head tipping slightly at you, the thinner robot lays a hand on the big guy. “Bulkhead, a word?” Flashing a brittle smile at them, as the two move off to whisper about you in a corner.

• “What exactly are you doing?” Prowl asks, voice pitched low as they both glance at you. Watching you wander about, frowning. “Sari needs another human,” Bulkhead mutters, because no matter how hard they try, they’re not human. Don’t really know how to care for her. “She shouldn’t have to only have us.” Shouldn’t be isolated from other humans to spend time with them. Venting tiredly, he rubs at his helm as Prowl reluctantly nods. But Ratchet and Optimus are going to be the ones that really need convincing. And they’re not going to like more humans knowing about them.

• Stiffening when Bulkhead returns, looming over you, and gesturing for you to follow him deeper into the building. Skin prickling, you look around. There are signs that there is a kid here. A small shoe on the concrete floor. A stuffed animal tossed on a counter. How old is this kid? Nine or ten? Younger? Eyes narrowing, you hear laughter. And then he’s leading you into a new space and you spot the little girl sitting on a dirty, threadbare couch that looks like it was thieved from a street corner. And beside her, a yellow robot smaller than the other two with a controller like Sari’s in hand. “Sari?” You call out and they both look up from their video game.

• “Oh, you’re going to be in trouble,” Bumblebee sings out, laughing and sitting up straighter to grin as Sari looks from you to Bulkhead in question. And you kneel on the floor, offering Sari a completely different smile than you’d given him. A real smile that makes you seem softer. Gentler. “Can we talk a minute?” You ask her and Sari looks to him, sliding off the couch when he nods encouragingly at her. Her expression suspicious as you offer her a hand that she doesn’t take. But Sari does follow you out into the hall to talk.

• “Are you okay here? With them?” You ask and the little girl frowns up at you. “With my family?” She counters and some of your tension eases. Because she doesn’t seem frightened or intimidated by them. Family, though? What exactly happened for her to end up with them? Is she homeless? “When’s the last time you’ve had a hot meal?” You ask and her expression becomes guarded. “They feed me,” she says, skinny arms crossing as her chin lifts. Enough, though? Want to pry and ask more questions, but the little girl’s expression is defiant.

• Straightening as you return and then walk right past him, Bulkhead trails behind you. “You’re not going to help?” He asks and you look at him over your shoulder. That open smile is gone again, face blank as you stare up at him. “I’m going to go get groceries,” you say and he follows you to the door and watches you disappear out into the street. Hoping you’ll actually come back.

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Here are some amazing bottom Louis fics that were posted or completed during the month of March. We really hope you enjoy this list. Happy reading!

1) Coursing Through My Veins | Not Rated | 1,549 words

Louis had a goal, he was so close, so very close to achieving it but somehow he'd fail miserably every single time. But this time, he wasn't failing, he wouldn't allow it. This time, he would call a professional to do the dirty work. Harry Styles was the man for the job at hand. Tall, charming, cold and reserved but one of the most notorious hitman in New York City. But what would happen if upon meeting the man who was supposed to kill him, Louis feels this impossible pull towards him. Would Louis still feel those urges? Would he let Harry in? in the process having to break free from this self-destructive loop. And would Harry still proceed with the plan? despite falling for the empty blue ocean blue eyes with no will to live.

2) Smells Like Heaven, Feels Like Luxury | General Audiences | 1,738 words

And that’s when Harry froze. So did Louis. The nest was obvious—there was no way to pretend it was anything else. Piles of soft fabric arranged just so, the careful layering of scents, the sheer amount of Harry’s clothes mixed in with Louis’s own. The way it had been perfectly nestled in the corner of the room, near the balcony door where he could smoke from the comfort of his delicately crafted nest. He was aware that Harry wasn’t dumb- Harry most definitely knew he was looking at a nest, and one that smelt of him too. Oh, Louis is so fucked.

3) Looking After Lou | Not Rated | 2,035 words

Louis is tired and sore, so Harry runs him a nice hot bath, hoping that it’ll soothe Louis’s aching bones as he’s carrying their child.

4) Surprisingly Hairy: A Cautionary Tale in Five Unfortunate Flashbacks | Explicit | 3,469 words

Harry and Louis have been together for years. They’re also completely incapable of keeping it in their pants. Over the years, every member of One Direction has accidentally walked in on something they can never unsee—and today, Niall’s about to become the final casualty. What starts with a green room incident ends in group-wide trauma, five flashbacks, and the sudden revelation that one of them might be surprisingly hairy.

5) Delta-8 Eclairs And French Homework | Explicit| 3,494 words

“Take those off, I want to try something.” He tells him. Louis moves a bit to take his bottoms off. He wasn’t sure if he wanted him completely naked but the high is setting in and he feels too good. Harry walked off to the kitchen. When he came back, the sight he walked in on nearly sent him to see God. Spread out, wet and needy, lay his beautiful boyfriend. His eyes are closed and his lips are parted slightly. He has one hand on his cunt dragging a slow middle finger through the folds and over the slick-dripping- pink hole. He drags his finger up and over the tip of his swollen and twitchy clit. He slowly rubs a circle over the tip and pulls away. Harry practically drools when he sees the shiny string of his crystal clear arousal fall from his finger. His other hand is sliding up and down his body causing goosebumps to litter his skin and his nipples to poke out as they get harder. “Ohhh fuck…baby boy your gonna kill me.”

6) Taste On Your Tongue | Explicit | 5,346 words

Note: This fic is locked and can only be read by AO3 users. 

“You didn’t get a taste when you walked in,” Louis said, seductively and reached out his hand to the guy. His green eyes stared at the hand in front of him, while the other nine guys gasped. That taste was one everyone wanted and the new one would get to have it. Or the one where Louis works in a club where forks comes to taste cakes and Harry gets to taste him.

7) His Attention - Larry Version | Explicit | 5,411 words

Note: This fic has TL mentions. Please remember to check tags for any trigger warnings.

His buttons are loosened and it’s a really hot night. Harry turns his radio off and swipes his sweating forehead with a shaky hand. Harry works in a rough neighborhood that is common for sex workers and night clubs. Tonight the streets are busy with people making out and even giving blowjobs in the park, but Harry’s siren is off because he’s off duty. He really couldn’t care less about the crazy happenings right now. It’s not until he sees him, walking out of a club joint in hand, hanging on the waist of yet another bloke that Harry begins to fume. He may not be working, but he’s not going to let Louis get away with this.

8) Cops and Robbers | Mature | 7,684 words

Harry just got a promotion. His co-workers take home out drinking to celebrate, and bring the party to their lake house, not wanting the night to end. When they decide to order some strippers, Harry finds himself attracted to the sexy cop. The stripper notices Harry’s curiosity, and invites him to meet him in the bathroom. Will Harry allow Louis to help him tap into a part of himself that he didn’t know existed? Is Louis expecting anything in return?

9) The Devil in Disguise | Explicit | 8,276 words

There he was again. Their eyes met. Harry stiffened, mid-sip, as he caught the gaze lingering on him. A slow, sinking feeling settled in his stomach. The man in the navy mask wasn’t just looking at him—he was studying him, analyzing him, the way you do when something doesn’t quite make sense.

10) Look At Me | Explicit | 9,331 words

But Harry only laughed. A low, easy chuckle that made her toes curl. “I’m not creeped out by it, Lou. I really don’t mind at all.” Her mind instantly flashed back to the look in his eyes when he’d walked in. The way he had stared. The heat in his gaze. The way the sight of him watching had only made her orgasm more intense. Testing the waters, she feigned nonchalance, casually leaning against the kitchen table. “So… if it happened again, you wouldn’t mind?” Or, the one where Louis is in love with her roommate, Harry, but he’s gay. But when Harry walks in on her touching herself, she can’t help but get off on the idea of him watching her. Little does she know Harry might be not as gay as she thought.

11) The Scent of Destiny | Not Rated | 16,834 words

Note: This fic is locked and can only be read by AO3 users. 

At the age of 23, Louis is suddenly presented as an Omega 10 years too late. He has no idea why, but the doctor tells him that it can happen because of intimacy with an Alpha. He doesn't hear the rest of the explanation because he's furious. He just shared a stupid drunken kiss with his bandmate Harry. This is all his fault!

12) Zero Days | Explicit | 36,343 words

“We should have a counter,” Harry joked as he got up. “We can write it on the fridge. It’s zero days for me.” Harry took a pen, writing it on a whiteboard he had fastened on the fridge. “It’s zero here too,” Louis said, while he filled the kettle. Harry turned to look at him. “Just because you don’t feel it against your ass in the morning, doesn’t mean I don’t have it.” Or, Louis gets thrown out, Harry offers him a place, and Zayn is not happy…

13) He’s The Alpha | Explicit | 37,490 words

She’s the Man AU where Louis is an omega who pretends to be his alpha brother to prove omegas belong on the soccer field just as much as anyone else but his hot alpha roommate threatens to compromise everything.

14) Unravelled, Unbroken | Explicit | 48,677 words

Five years ago, Louis Tomlinson and Harry Styles shattered expectations, defied the odds, and proved that a fated mate bond didn’t have to define them—it could be theirs to shape. Now, with their bond stronger than ever and a future they built together, life should be simple. But nothing about being bonded, in love, and in the public eye has ever been simple. When a scandal threatens everything they’ve worked for, Louis and Harry are forced to navigate a world that still doesn’t know how to handle an Omega who won’t back down and an Alpha who refuses to play by the rules. With their relationship under scrutiny and their future on uncertain ground, they must decide—how far will they go to protect what they’ve built? But just as the world tries to break them apart, fate delivers an unexpected twist—one that changes everything. A story of loyalty, defiance, and the undeniable pull of fate.

15) These Healing Hands of Mine | Explicit | 59,269 words

Note: Please remember to check tags for any trigger warnings.

Louis has a unique talent. He can heal people's injuries. But it comes with a price. He takes on the pain that the person he is healing is feeling. Most don't realise that though. Because of his gift Louis feels obligated to help as many people as he can often disregarding his own pain. The only person he can't heal is himself. His life is miserable. Until Harry comes and somehow makes his life much more tolerable.

16) Your Love Is Rain, My Heart The Flower | Explicit | 68,184 words

It had been six years. Six years since Harry had left a heavily pregnant Louis and never looked back. Six years of thinking he would never have to face the consequences of that decision. His best friend’s wedding was the last place he expected to be reunited with his ex and their pup.

17) Keep It Sweet In Your Memory (My Sunflower) | Not Rated | 105,402 words

Louis hasn’t been home in two years. Not since the night everything fell apart. Not since their break up. Not since he left Harry behind. But now, Anne is getting married, and there’s no avoiding it. No ignoring the way his chest tightens at the thought of seeing him again. Harry, with his green eyes that always knew too much. Harry, who never chased after him when he packed his bags. Harry, who once swore they’d have forever.

18) I Believe In Magic | Explicit | 115,265 words

Harry is the Crown Prince and the future king of Camelot. His sworn duty is to protect his kingdom from outside threats, especially from the dangers of magic. Louis is his best friend and, technically, his servant. And he has a secret.

19) High School Love | Mature | 135,381 words

Louis, the newest transfer student, hopes for a fresh start after facing bullying at his previous schools. On his first day, he's seated with Harry and his two best friends, Zayn and Liam. Louis and Harry quickly become close friends and start spending a lot of time together. Could feelings blossom between them? After all he's endured, Louis remains hesitant. Louis, a shy teen recently outed, finds love and appreciation in Harry, who is also navigating his own sexuality.

20) The Exceptionals | Explicit | 140,806 words

It's 1984. First impressions may be misleading, but that doesn’t stop Louis from wanting to know about the notorious boy with absent eyes and a mocking smile who is purposefully trying to ruin his life.

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[mxtx-ships]

MXTX fanfictions I recommend!

🐇WangXian🐇

Afternoon Delight by nuttinonice

It's hard for Wei Wuxian to catch his husband in a bad mood, but when he does, it's his mission to cheer him up again.

As Spring Will Surely Come by silver_sun

Now in their forth year of marriage Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian are settled into their life together in the Cloud Recesses, looking forward to a quiet, cozy winter together in the Jingshi. A night hunt at a haunted water mill, old injuries and family illness make it a very difficult winter instead.

This Night Will Pass by Taer01

A night terror that felt all too real, picking at the scab wounds of Lan Wangji's heart in a horrifying way.

Wei Wuxian reassures his husband he is still there.

Does anyone even read work titles? idk what to call this by Nighttdust

"Why did I marry you?" he asks and Wei Wuxian laughs awkwardly and touches his neck and his heart beats fast, fast, fast and his throat dries up and-

"Lan Zhan, what do you mean?"

"Why did I marry you?" Lan Zhan repeats and he sounds so honest, so confused and it breaks Wei Wuxians heart. Again and again and again. Breaks and shatters and comes together again and shatters and again, again, again.

or. After 6 years of marriage Lan Wangji falls out of love with Wei Wuxian

my bones into your bones by butterflylungs

He would pour every bit of his own energy into Lan Zhan’s body if it meant saving him, but that’s the thing: he doesn’t know if it will save him. Still, Wei Wuxian will drain himself dry for the chance, even if it would be very inconvenient if he died before making sure Lan Zhan will be okay.

What was supposed to be a regular night hunt leaves Lan Wangji mysteriously ill and Wei Wuxian scrambling to save his life.

💚BingQiu💚

Wife Plots: SQH Approved, SQQ Beloathed by airplanelanding (TheCourtSorcerer)

a sort of bonding experience by airplanelanding (TheCourtSorcerer)

“You’re wrong about many things, I need more than that,” he said flippantly.

Shang Qinghua took on a vaguely offended expression and his mouth opened, as if to retort, before he slowly shut it again after a moment of thought. Shen Qingqiu smirked behind his book.

"Ignoring that,” Shang Qinghua finally opted to say, clearing his throat.

Or

Luo Binghe gets himself and his husband in a bit of a predicament when Shen Qingqiu wakes to find him a cat one morning. Luckily, Shang Qinghua is always available for Shen Qingqiu to force help out of when something goes wrong.

(aka Shen Qingqiu and Shang Qinghua team up to make Luo Binghe not a cat again.)

sixty nine SEXY seductive ways to seduce your husband with your ankles (and more)!! by dearly_anonymous

Let Binghe go alone, defenseless, into the claws of the enemy? What if something happened and Luo Binghe fell into the demoness' ample cleavage? What if she, perish the thought, k-kissed Shen Qingqiu's husband?!!

Or, a diplomacy visit gone wrong. Also known as, Shizun Wears a Cheongsam for Airplane Bro Shitty Writing Reasons, the Fanfic.

eyes on me by orphan_account

Shen Qingqiu loves to travel with his sticky husband. The world of Proud Immortals Demon Way was full of wonders and monsters, and unfortunately, the rest of the Original Luo Binghe's many wives.

Luo Binghe pays these women no mind, especially with Shen Qingqiu by his side, but with one, his eyes begin to linger, and Shen Qingqiu takes matters into his own hands.

Shen Qingqiu will seduce his husband, and teach him a lesson.

Luo Binghe, eyes on me!!

5 Ways to make your Shizun pay attention to you! (Do not try at home, it doesn't work) by Shireyaki

Asking Shang Qinghua for dating advice was probably the worst thing Luo Binghe could have done.

Too bad he didn't know it yet.

.

...

.....or did it help after all?

(Shizun would say no.)

Hush darling, it's you that I love. by Ramune7655

SQQ's body gets de-aged on a monster hunt, to his distress. To save face, he leaves town with Binghe for a while, and of course, where there is not a sharp, elegant, and imposing adult SQQ beside Binghe, he will inevitably be swarmed with women.... Not a problem. Binghe is loyal, and he has no interest in others anyway. SQQ doesn't mind. That's right; he doesn't care at all....

(When Binghe's jealousy and insecurity accidentally caused SQQ's jealousy)

In Sickness and in Health by TheCaptinofSirius

In which Shen Yuan gets sick. He begins to worry that The System has somehow dragged his illness into this world. Binghe helps put his mind at ease.

End Racism in the OTW -- The Golden Furred Sword Trapper by pallas_rose

Post canon, Luo Binghe plans the perfect date: delicious food, beautiful scenery, and a rare Abyssal monster.

Little did he know that The System was also planning a celebration.

Can Shen Qingqiu avert disaster?

a separate homeward way by Miss_TeaDDK

"Luo Binghe has a dream that takes him to a black, shallow lake. Just as he starts to think he's alone, different versions of his husband start rising from the water and staring at him one by one, each body showing a different cause of death. As he hears these bodies calling for him, he starts having more and more trouble trying to return to the waking world."

When Shen Qingqiu is caught offhandedly expressing a longing for his unknown past, Luo Binghe fears that perhaps his Husband still does not consider him part of the home and future he himself has always dreamt of.

Husband to the Rescue by SheiraScar

Shen Qingqiu was assigned to an emergency mission to Haian city, a city with no cultivator and a huge trauma of demons. However, his-demon-lord-husband insisted on coming along. Ever so weak to his tears, Shen Qingqiu finally agreed. When things took unexpected turn and Luo Binghe was in danger, would Shen Qingqiu come to rescue him?

Lessons in possession by some_hag

But in the night time...

Oh, in the night time his face changes completely. His warmth turns into smoldering hot flames and sweet words are dripping with sin, he’s beautiful and blasphemous in a way that makes Shen Qingqiu’s face burn. (Shen Qingqiu tries not to think about it too often, but it’s just so much, too much, one does not simply push away vivid whole-body memories like that.)

A Vision Dressed In Red by straightforwardly

In which Luo Binghe is really, really hot for how Shen Qingqiu looks in red.

a silly question by azunshi

“Husband, do you love me?”

Sometimes, Luo Binghe needs a little reassurance that his husband loves him so.

Self-Care is Getting Bent over the Desk by your Demon Husband by TARDIStime

Being Qing Jing Peak Lord is a lot of work. However will Shen Qingqiu cope?

Binghe has an idea (or several).

Breaking The System by justkillthetitan

Shen Yuan is kicked back to his original world.

Luo Binghe wants to find his beloved Shizun.

lavender honey by forestsongs

"Binghe was so good to him, he thought. As caring and attentive as always, putting up with Shen Qingqiu’s fussy moods. Sometimes, Shen Qingqiu felt almost bad. Most of the time, it was Binghe touching him first, Binghe using his honeyed words to coax him into bed, Binghe taking place between his opened legs. What did he even get out of it?

It was unfair!"

or; Shen Qingqiu tries to be a good husband.

I can't say no when you look at me like this by Speechless_since_1998

“Shizun, no,” Binghe sighed wearily, while Shen Qingqiu held a demonic beast large enough to crush a child's head with its paw.

“But look at it, Binghe. It's a puppy!” he told him, showing him that horror in black fur and red eyes, which wagged its tail happily.

It must be said that, if he too were an animal, he would be more than happy to be in Shizun's arms. But that wasn't the point.

The demon said, “That is a hell tiger. It's not a puppy."

(In which Shen Qingqiu has a little too much fascination with monsters and the like and Luo Binghe can't resist her husband's puppy eyes.)

Can't Sleep Without Your Warmth Next To Me by HiyoriTomioka

For a while now, Shen Qingqiu had been wondering whether Luo Binghe would have fallen in love with him if he still looked like Shen Yuan, like his original body.

Familiar Stranger by GooseRot

After accidentally killing one of the most powerful criminals in the country in a tragic, ice cream related mishap, Shen Yuan is spirited away by witness protection to a foreign country.

There he meets a sweet stranger who, as the years pass, grows more and more familiar.

-

Or: Shen Yuan’s would-be assassin becomes his (extremely) overprotective boyfriend.

A Strong Need by TheCaptinofSirius

Shen Yuan wakes up horny, and Binghe is aroused and confused. So are all of the other people in the throne room.

Red Robes by TheCaptinofSirius

Shen Qingqiu braces himself for his wedding night. The next morning he is treated to warm cuddles with his new husband.

The Termination of Bliss by TheCaptinofSirius

"One word could bring disgrace and the termination of a bliss.”

― Ali Ibn Abi Talib A.S

Shen Yuan snaps at Luo Binghe, and finds himself doing the chasing for once.

Still Beautiful to Me by TheCaptinofSirius

Shen Yuan was no stranger to body issues. After having his son, they return with a vengeance. Luckily Luo Binghe is there to help put his mind at ease.

Time Well Spent by TheCaptinofSirius (Added In Later)

Shen Yuan is the one hit by a fuck or die plot. He might as well get it over with.

what's your love language? by the_nerd_youre_looking_for (Added In Later)

5 times Shen Qingqiu shows his affection and 1 time he actually uses his damn words

🦋HuaLian🦋

i will wait for you by toaster_mommy

It was just a normal morning.

The night before went the same as usual, Hua Cheng and Xie Lian holding each other as they drifted to sleep. Nothing out of the ordinary.

They braided each other's hair before going to sleep, hopefully to eliminate wasted time in the morning spent brushing each other's hair.

Nothing new, nothing different. Just a normal day. That’s why Hua Cheng spent the majority of his morning watching his husband sleep.

He watched his beloved’s chest rise and fall. He caressed Xie Lian’s pretty face as he slept, thankful his husband was a heavy sleeper when they laid next to one another.

He was so entranced by his husband's beauty he didn’t even notice the absence of a certain piece of cloth over his non-existent eye.

Or

Hua Cheng isn’t as sure of himself as he looks, and truly is just a coward that hides behind an eyepatch.

But his Gege is there to prove him wrong.

Why Worry When You Love Me? by Edward_The_Vampire

Xie Lian thinks about how lang waited so long for him and his devotion starts to feel unworthy. A new god ascends and is upset he is no longer pure and “princely” which makes him feel useless and unworthy of ruling the heavens as well. He forgets the day and ends up having a mental breakdown where Hua Cheng comforts him.

safe by iJoke

xie lian has a nightmare about his first banishment and hua cheng is there to help him through it

Next time, bring a napkin by beesonvenus

Pei Ming has a sudden urge to drink, and he goes to Ghost City to sate it. Something he will regret later on.

The Sun Behind My Eyes (And The Mouth On Mine) by starry_stan

Xie Lian gets kidnapped. When he thinks it can't get any worse, he's put in a situation that sends his mind straight back to being buried alive for 100 years. Luckily, he has a husband that would burn the world to save him, and save him he does.

The Exploits of a Prince, and His Forbidden Love Affair by debwriting

Prince Xie Lian and Royal Guard Hua Cheng have known each other since they were young. Though the two were raised in entirely different worlds, their connection deepens as they grow older. Until eventually, a simple crush transforms into an all-consuming love affair.

Watch the two lovers as they navigate their forbidden romance, and a war that threatens to sever them apart.

Unfold My Desire by nuttinonice

When a new god ascends, he's shocked to find that the pure and virginal Dianxia he once worshipped is now the very much sexually active husband of a demonic ghost king. Xie Lian deals with the fall out of being shamed for the sexual confidence he's worked so hard to build.

Alternatively, Xie Lian struggles to kickstart his slut era.

transfer my tragedy by nobirdstofly

Hua Cheng has had centuries to worship him, to show his devotion, but to see it reflected in Xie Lian’s eyes is staggering. Like this, Xie Lian is a barely leashed guard dog. A beast that smiles up at Hua Cheng with all the love in the three realms and blood in his teeth.

Xie Lian will do anything to protect Hua Cheng, and Hua Cheng can't help but be into that.

like sailors swimming in the sound of it, dashed to pieces by namelessflower

"Don't ever leave me again," Xie Lian whispers against Hua Cheng's lips, fists clenched in Hua Cheng's robe, voice quivering.

“I will never leave you,” Hua Cheng answers fiercely, with the ardent devotion of a lover, the unyielding conviction of a believer. “I will never, ever leave your side again, Dianxia, I swear it. Believe me.”

After Xie Lian has a nightmare about losing Hua Cheng for good, Hua Cheng holds him until he is able to fall asleep again.

Can’t Be Alone by Gigglemite

Hua Cheng has a bad morning. Xie Lian is more than willing to spend all day in bed cuddling his husband until he feels like he can get up.

nobody else but me by nikkiRA (Added in Later)

Often, if people were to stare, it would be at Hua Cheng (Xie Lian couldn't blame anyone for it—he understood). But today, perhaps amplified by the high quality clothes he was wearing, Xie Lian's beauty was shining through for everyone to see. And everyone did see; whether Xie Lian had noticed or not, people were staring.

Hua Cheng had certainly noticed.

come back to me by miska_kuura. (Added in Later)

When Hua Cheng catches a cold, Xie Lian is naturally worried and determined to take care of his husband. This time, however, it turns out some fever dreams can end up being a nightmare for both of them.

i feel you reflecting me by tiredjunkbag (Added In Later)

A hand slips up his neck to grasp roughly at his chin, tilting his head. “Look at yourself” Hua Cheng mouths into his shoulder. Xie Lian squirms, freezing in place. He can’t. It’s embarrassing, he won’t look, he-

he really wants to see.

**

Or: hualian try out a new bed.

There are mirrors.

🤜FengQing🤛

Poison and Flame by DAY_DREAM

Buried feelings are brought to light when Mu Qing gets injured by a mysterious creature. Can love find its way through a vicious curse? Will it get burned by a flame of awakening desire?

Make Me Forget Myself by Gigglemite

“Tell me,” Feng Xin urged, the worry in his gut only building in intensity the longer he stares at such an emotionally raw Mu Qing. “Tell me what you need.”

Mu Qing’s eyes only opened wider at those words, more tears welling up. He couldn’t speak, he could barely even move from the position he had lodged himself into before going stock still.

“Mu Qing,” Feng Xin had to forcefully swallow down the words that almost spilled off the tip of his tongue. Saying, ‘I would give you anything you ask for’, probably would not go over too well in this situation. “What happened?”

“Am I unloveable?”

I've Got You by xiaaa101 (Added in Later)

Feng Xin was shaking. Violently shaking as he stood there, in Mt Tonglu watching the scene unfold. Xie Lian was to his right, being held back by Hua Cheng, his mouth open, screaming and screaming. But Feng Xin couldn't hear. His sound had become muffled, his eyes glued on what he saw before him. Mu Qing.

What did Mu Qing go through during the Xianle Trio separation?... What if White No-Face had come after Mu Qing?...

I Think I'd Die For You by dianxiasbussy (Added in Later)

Feng Xin and Mu Qing live in hiding and live like every moment might be their last. They kiss in the rain because it’s cliche. They fuck in the back of their car because it’s convenient, and most importantly they tell each other “I love you” every day in case they might not get to say it ever again.

bigger than the whole sky by sequinhaze (Added In Later)

“This is where I buried our daughter,” Mu Qing whispers.

Feng Xin’s entire world comes to a halt right then and there.

The Labor of Love Produces the Sweetest Fruits by foxfeast (Added In Later)

In the decades that had passed since the fall of White No-Face, Mu Qing had learned three things about Feng Xin:

One: Feng Xin was, apparently, in love with Mu Qing.

Two: Feng Xin was, apparently, very sexually frustrated.

Three: Feng Xin was, apparently, not interested in having sex with Mu Qing.

———

Thirteen years ago, Feng Xin confessed his love to Mu Qing. Thirteen years later, and they still hadn’t had sex. Mu Qing can only come to one conclusion:

Feng Xin is not sexually attracted to him.

Mu Qing’s solution? Seduce his partner.

love me even when it's terrible by luminvies (Added In Later)

“I’ve had a whole lot of experience of you being a fucking annoyance. If I didn't love you, I wouldn't have stuck around for this long. Lucky for you," he leans back, bops Mu Qing's nose, and revels in the way his eyes go cross-eyed, "I've loved you for so long I don't know how else to feel."

In which Mu Qing is Feng Xin's favorite.

Can you tell who my favorite is??? I'm new to reading fanfiction of these characters so please give me recommendations as well!!

[v4mpyrsp1t]

rip arcane crew you would have loved video game

viktor: skyrim. because i said so. he’d LOVE the technical aspects of modding esp because he’d see it as a DIY fuck-you to Bethesda's corporate shortcomings. he’d also start saying “by the nine/by talos” unironically. autistic starter pack fr. also because i’m projecting there would be days where he’s off work and sits up after like 18 hours straight of replaying all the good questlines and cracks every bone in his body when he finally remembers to get up and eat and drink water etc. jayce is also not allowed to interrupt skyrim time. it doesn't even look like skyrim anymore tbh with the sheer number of mods he's installed and every time he boots it up it takes 2 minutes to load to main menu and his custom-built PC starts boiling the mug he placed on top of it for that specific reason. When he wants to branch out he and Jayce sit down and play horror games together. They LOVE alien isolation. Jayce always screams which scares him and makes him scream and then he whacks Jayce with the pillow.

jayce: minecraft. audhd classic. he’d also get really into the modding but specifically to make insane beyond-redstone contraptions. with something like the arcane engineering mod. he prob lost his mind when he found out about it. his builds would look like the most god awful thing you’ve ever seen like some sick beast of ugly ass blocks and gears and he’d be cheesing behind you saying “it’s a linear algebra calculator actually. also it can run doom.” he also does megabuilds from time to time and those projects are the most gorgeous toe-curling and detailed works ever and uploaded to his no-commentary youtube channel as a timelapse over the worst royalty-free edm you've ever heard. it has 15 bajillion views and he posts once every 7 months. He's HORRIBLE around horror games he always jumps straight to the ceiling and screams and grabs onto whoever is nearest to him (usually viktor).

mel: gaming "isn't really her thing" but sometimes she hops on multiplayer with everyone if they're having a game night. if she had to pick a favorite game she regularly plays it would be tiny glade or unpacking. something relaxing that she can have control over to take a break from the chaos during the day. she's also a stealth smash/mario kart pro and absolutely no one can beat her. seriously how does she keep doing that. when the group was really into among us they would PRAY she wasn't the impostor because she would WIPE them across the floor every time. It got to the point where if no one seemed to be the impostor they would just default to assuming it was her because she was so good at the strategizing. she would also get really into the artsy indie game scene and browse through game jam collections from time to time. She played through Gris by herself once because it got recommended to her as she was looking through the related section of one of those games and literally could never play it again because she cried so hard but if you ask her she vehemently denies it.

jinx: project sekai colorful stage and lollipop chainsaw. at the same time tbh. nobody knows how she keeps hitting perfect combos on both when she does that. unfortunately she’d prob also hit the tutti frutti mango cart and play breakcore max volume at the same time i don't make the rules. out of nowhere she sometimes stares ekko down and asks "what if you were bit by a zombie and i had to turn your head into a keychain for my belt to save you and we went everywhere together and saved the world and kissed. what are your thoughts on that." She keeps pointing whenever miku comes onto the screen and says "that's me that's literallyyyy meee." She was the main reason why group Overcooked nights are now banned. Don't ask. She's top three in a handful of any% speedrun boards, some in games she doesn't even play outside of figuring out what glitches they have. Her Portal 2 speedrun is a total of 20 minutes and absolutely nobody can figure out how she did it. She also is a huge horror game junkie and her and Vi play multiplayer horror stuff on a regular basis. She wouldn't really jump or react to jumpscares, even when people around her scream, she just immediately moves on which is even scarier to everyone tbh.

ekko: he would LOVE adventure games. especially if there were quests centered around helping people. his main games would be monster hunter, BG3, and he'd prob also like shadow of the colossus and the last guardian. They're all the perfect mix of fantasy, big fucking creatures, and being a nice person simulator. He absolutely can't do an evil run in any game and stopped a BG3 durge playthrough mid-way through Act I because he hated how cruel his character was acting; his last straw was the Alfira cutscene. He tried to do a playthrough with Jinx but she kept taking the most nuclear option every time and they kept hitting a TPK because of all the fights. Him and Viktor trade modding resources and recommend mods to each other it gets really intense. They have this weird competition with each other over who can pull out the craziest modlist for their respective games and everyone is terrified because nobody can stop them and they're so good at it. He and Jinx play a lot of two-player games though; the ones where they fight always almost end in a real-life brawl because they get so competitive with each other.

isha: cookie run. subway surfers. there are hot cheeto crumbs all over her goddamn devices and some weird crust at the edges of the screen that's fused the tablet case to the tablet. she can also bulldoze everyone and their mother in fortnite and writes :3 :33 in the chat every time she kills someone. Lowkey scary with it because while she's playing games she stares wide-eyed at whatever screen it's on and doesn't blink once. She plays a lot of fighting games with Jinx and literally always wins. When they started out Jinx kept saying "get dunked on" every time she beat her and it activated the sleeper agent that made her practice absolutely nonstop. So now she could probably be ranked on a global scoreboard or something. She also hates when the royal match ads pop up just on principle and lets them play out so the stupid purple robed tyrant can drown or burn or whatever else he does in the ads.

Cait: deer hunter pro or something like that. vi tells her the fact that she plays games like that "feels homophobic" for some reason. she also has a deep rivalry with isha in fortnite when they landed on the same server and didn't know it was her for months she would just clench her fist grit her teeth and mutter isha's gamertag in hatred. other than that she's AMAZING at PvP shooter games. she's gone viral here and there for uploading clips where her and Vi make fun of men in the VC while she absolutely destroys them. Her and Vi have also tried to play two-player games like Jinx and Ekko do but both of them got bored ten minutes in and switched back to Valorant. Her and Jinx have gotten into an actual fight during group Nintendo game night because Jinx kept purposefully targeting her with shells or whacking her off the smash arena platform and finding it hilarious. when vi plays rage games and eventually quits she usually picks it up and tries to finish it for her. without fail both of them eventually both give up and take a walk together to calm down so they don't break the controller. other than that she’s a HUGE detective game nerd ofc, and plays those when she has to take a break from work (vi pulls her away from her desk so she can rest). LA noire, disco elysium, detroit become human, evil within. if it’s got a detective in it in any way she hops on it as fast as physically possible. she prob keeps a red string board next to her PC just so she can keep track of clues like a real case and throws a blanket over it when vi comes in the room to make sure she’s turning off her work brain.

Vi: she likes fighting games like moral kombat of course, but she loves horror games as much as Jinx. Unfortunately the two of them are on Roblox horror games literally all the fucking time it's insufferable. She would probably also LOVE stuff like tomb raider; she wanted to buy a lesbian flag with lara croft photoshopped onto it to hang in the living room "because i'm patriotic" and cait told her absolutely not. while playing online with cait the two of them are absolutely unstoppable, esp when VC is turned on. they have a tally on a dry erase board on the fridge that keeps track of how many people they made rage quit. her and jayce also try to play co-op games and everyone physically steps in to stop them because they fumble so bad and blame it on the game design. there's something called "the incident" where they were all trying out the forest and the two of them managed to collapse the group's entire base in two axe swings. She is also now banned from playing rage games like getting over it or chained together.

[adventuringblind]

Can I request Lando x Sainz! reader, Maybe she is younger than him and she was previously dating Charles but always being bff with Lando and how Carlos would react

I love you, please save me.

Lando Norris x Sainz!reader

Genre: angst and fluff

Summary: when readers relashonship with Charles leaves her broken, Lando and Carlos are there to help pick up the peices.

Warnings: talks of cheating and toxic behavior.

Request: Yes, and I hope you like it! My requests are open for Lando, Max, Oscar, Daniel, and Charles.

Notes: written in second person.

Masterlist // part two

Charles leclerc had been a dream on a boyfriend. He was everything you could have asked for. But Lando was there for you after the fall.

You spent lots of time around the paddock. Usually trailing after your older brother or attempting to find his girlfriend.

With all the time you spent there, it was only natural you got to know Lando. Your brother being a driver for McLaren meant getting to be a menace to your brother with Lando.

The two of you became fast friends. Oddly enough, because of the age gap between you and your brother, it meant that somehow he'd convinced Lando to also take on a more protective role.

You basically had personal body guards if you went anywhere.

When Carlos moved to Ferrari, you found yourself spending more time with a certain monegasque. Carlos and Lando both like Charles, so when he asked you out they were happy for you.

Carlos knew felt bad for the Brit as you had told them. The subtle hurt over not finding the courage to confess his feelings earlier, did not go unnoticed by the Spaniard.

You stayed good friends with Lando. Splitting your time evenly between the McLaren and Ferrari garages. Even staying with Lando on multiple occasions over breaks and spending time in his hotel room watching movies.

You’d started becoming distant as of late. Concerning both Carlos and Lando. The two determined to know the reason behind your eye bags and mildly defensive manner.

“Do you think it’s something with Charles?” Asked Lando to the Spaniard on day over lunch.

Carlos pauses for a minute to consider. “I don’t think so, Charles has seemed fine. I feel like we would know if something was going on with them.” He then tilts his head, pondering over every situation that could be happening. “Right?”

~

This, however, was the beginning of a downward spiral. The first nine months wth Charles was great. You two got along well and have a shared interest in music and art. There hadn't been a dull moment.

Now you felt stuck in an endless cycle. Charles had started being secretive. Going out late at night without you and not coming back until the morning.

He'd been blowing you off and avoiding your questions. Anger rising in his voice when you did so.

You blamed Ferraris back luck. He blamed the bad luck on you.

But then he'd come back to you. Tell you sweet words and make you feel loved.

You didn't know how to leave, and if you did, it might affect your brother. You didn't want to put that kind of strain on their relationship.

So you stayed. Even now. Almost two years into your relationship.

Everyone has sensed something wasn't right, but you could never find the words to make it known.

Your brother had become more gentle with his tone. Hoping you would let him in so he could help you.

Lando had become your rock. Taking advice from Carlos to be gentle with you. There might be more going on than what meets the eye.

And he'd confirmed it one day after a race.

Another bout of bad luck hit Ferrari, and the Monegasque driver was far from happy.

Carlos happened to be walking by Charles driver room when he heard the yelling. The male switching languages so fast it gave him whiplash.

Concerned, Carlos presses his ear to the door. Fire building in his bones when he hears your broken voice attempting to soothe him only to be berated back.

Carlos knew it wouldn't go well if he picked a fight. He needed to be smart about this.

If this was how charles had been treating you, no wonder you were so tired.

Last week, you'd fallen asleep at Lando's apartment. Lando had tried to get you to move away from him. Not wanting to push any boundaries.

Eventually, he'd just settled on giving you his bed and trying to get a hold of Charles to come get you.

When Charles picked up, he could hear the loud music in the background and Charles slurring his words.

He'd tried to explain the situation only to met with an angry grunt and the sound of the call ending.

Heaving in frustration, he'd settled on taking you home himself in the morning.

He woke up to your tears the next morning. Staring at your phone and begging him to help you.

You'd told him everything that morning. Going as far as to confess, you'd had feelings for the Brit. You just couldn't get away from Charles. Trying and failing multiple times.

Lando kissed you that morning and promised to help get you out.

Now Carlos was on the phone with him, but he couldn't hear anything past Charles had once again made you cry.

He was angry, to say the least. You were so kind and funny, and you were one of the best listeners he'd ever met. You didn't care that he's a picky eater and cheered him up after rough races.

Everyone knew to stay out of his way. He was a man on a mission. Determination fills his lungs with each breath.

He ignored the confused looks of the Ferrari staff. Pushing past as they tried to ask him questions.

After what felt like an eternity to him, he made it to Carlos. The two are now waiting for someone to open the door.

"Can't write just open it ourselves?" Lando questions. His foot tapping a hole through the ground out on anxiety and impatience.

Carlos shakes his head. "Already tried it."

They hear the lock click and watch the door swing open. Without hesitation, Carlos is on Charles trying to understand the yelling. Both boys are getting defensive.

Lando finds you balled in the corner. Your eyes are red and puffy. Hands over your ears to block out the noise. He's immediately down by your side. Cupping your cheeks in his hands.

You embraced him. Using his heartbeat to steady your own.

You two stayed like that. Lando as your shield.

"Stay away from my sister." Carlos seethed. Having pushed Charles so far back, he created an opening big enough for Lando to heave you up and guide you out of the room. Carlos marching close behind you two.

It felt like a breath air being out of the garage.

You immediately detach from Lando and hug your brother. Your thanks being muffled by his chest.

He stroked your hair. "I wish I could've helped earlier. Also, I think someone else is more deserving of your love."

He looks behind you at Lando, who is now awkwardly waving at you two.

You smile through the tears. "Thank you for saving me."

Lando throws his arms around you and gently places his lips on yours. "It's my honor. Even better is that I get you all to myself now."

[twin-tailss]

@sonic-au-collision

CIRCUIT BOARDS AU

BOOK 1, CHAPTER 1

Swift (Sonic) has always been the fastest cyborg around. He has also always served the chaos councils every whim since his parents sold him to them- or, more specifically, Mr. Dr. Eggman- when he was five years old. He’s thirteen now. He’s known for a long time that there wasn’t an escape and trying to would only get him hurt worse.

All of that would change when he was chasing a two-tailed little criminal through the subways of new yoke and he got hit by a train- literally.

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Chasing. That’s what Swift was doing when he was hit- chasing a criminal. Watching, as he had hundreds of times, his own body running without him, chasing someone who didn’t quite fit into the Chaos Council's idea of perfect.

Would he be doing this if he had a choice? He didn’t think so, but he wouldn’t know- he hadn’t been himself for a single moment in eight years. Eight years ago, he had been turned into nothing but a killing machine for the Council. It had been a long time since he gave up on escaping, trapped in his own body.

The criminal he was chasing through the subway was a golden fox kit. He couldn’t be any older than five. Swift felt bad for him, but he had long since abandoned the feeling of guilt, and empathy had been programmed out of him, so it wasn’t as if he was going to be able to magically stop chasing the child through sheer force of will.

Miles “Nine” Prower, civilian code 381–082. Guilty of rebelling against the Council's orders. Brilliant. Destructive. Extremely quick. Be on guard at all times. His brain spat out easily. The small, agile fox darted around a corner and Swift was quick to follow him. He was mildly impressed- no one had ever been able to keep up with him before, but here was this fox child- keeping ahead of him with fluid ease. It was… mortifying, to say the least.

It didn’t matter. In the end he would catch the fox, just like everyone else who had ever stood in the councils way. Then he would submit to the Council’s rule. Maybe making machines for them, if they were as smart as the council believed. Or dead and thrown onto the side of the road on the off chance they weren’t as smart as the Council thought they were. That felt blasphemous. Was it? He didn’t know, and holy shit he had bigger problems right now-

Blinding light scorched his eyes as the train slammed into him, agony shooting through him like a lightning bolt, white-hot and nearly blinding. His mouth wrenched open in a silent scream as his body slammed against the cold metal. Fuck, fuck! The agony wrenched through his bones, down to the very depths of his soul. There was this god-awful noise as metal hit metal and his body scraped against the track, and then there was nothing as his mind slipped away from him- simply darkness.

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Had it decapitated him? Was he dead? Hah- That would be a mercy, with a ‘life’ like his. A mercy he wasn't lucky enough to have. Or was he just unconscious? Was he about to wake up and be yelled at by Mr. Doctor Eggman, or worse, Doctor Done-It for failing to capture the fox? He knew he should’ve been on guard, but they were so small, and he had faced off against people about twenty times bigger and stronger and he had been just fine. They hadn't given him nearly as much trouble, even the highest-profile ones. He really didn’t want to watch his body groveling at one of the doctor's feet, begging for forgiveness again. It was just as humiliating as they intended it to be.

Something was shoving his mechanical arm. It had pushed over onto his mostly mechanical body, but he could feel it as it brushed against his quills. He didn’t move. Maybe they would leave him alone if they thought he was asleep. Hah, maybe the Council wouldn’t lecture him if he was in a coma.

A small hand pushed against his face, poking him. Doctor Babble, maybe? So it probably wasn’t a lecture in store for him. Maybe he had fallen asleep while being forced to babysit them. Maybe it was all some awful dream. His eyes slid open with a quiet groan…

This was not the capital of New Yoke City. He knew that instantly, the moment he opened his eyes. The colors were all wrong. The ground was too hard. He wasn’t in the capital, which probably meant one of the citizens had woken him up so he could continue chasing the criminal. He knew some people believed that Council's rule was best, as that was all they had ever known, but he hadn’t met any yet. They were usually law-abiding citizens that he was never sent after except for false reports of heinous crimes.

“Hello?” the voice wormed into his ears as they stopped ringing. Young, about the age of the criminal he was supposed to be chasing, he assumed. His whole body ached, and he didn’t want to get up, but he had to, or he would face punishment from the Council. He turned his head towards them, and if he had a heart anymore it certainly would’ve stopped beating at that exact moment.

Golden fur. Two tails. Blue eyes. This was Nine, the five-year-old child he was chasing- the one who had tricked him into running straight into an oncoming train. Had they decided to turn themselves in? That was the only reasonable explanation, wasn’t it? Maybe the kid was as smart as they said, but they likely weren't if they would do that after damaging the chaos councils favorite pet.

“Oh, you’re awake. Good. Check if your weapons systems are online.” Was he asking him to kill him? Hah, now that would be a mercy, but then the Council would probably tear him apart and put him back together for going overkill in his mission and killing a ‘potentially valuable asset’, so that was not happening.

His arm raised to point at the ceiling without even thinking about it and attempted to fire off a plasma blast. It didn’t work. He tried again. Again. His weapons systems were definitely offline. What had this child done to him? A chill went up his spine, and he swallowed. He couldn’t defend himself without his weapons. He couldn’t do anything without his weapons. He was entirely helpless.

“They are non-functional. I must go to a workshop and get them fixed.” His body stood up without him, as it always did. This was not the subway, he realized. It was some kind of workshop. It had a big computer in one corner, and the floors were littered with inventions of all kinds. It was messy and would surely be hard to walk through without stepping on anything and possibly breaking it.

“No, you’re staying right here. They were intentionally disabled.” His body stopped moving as they spoke, about halfway to the door. What? He turned around, watching the two-tailed fox. How is this possible?

“But why?” That wasn’t the question Swift felt like he should be asking, but fine. “I need them to be useful. That is my purpose.”

“So you can’t kill me.” Hah, Swift could still kill him, if he wanted to. If he had to. He didn't particularly like killing, but he had no choice. He had to obey his orders. He could imagine bones cracking underneath his metal foot, the fox’s neck captured in his hands, unable to breathe. In fact, why was that not happening right now? He couldn’t kill him, as his mission was capture, but Swift could still harm him enough that he would be unable to fight back. That’s what he had expected to happen, but he wasn’t attacking the fox- in fact, he was listening to him! What in the world?

“Your new purpose is to be company. A friend, I guess.” The foolish fox shrugged, as if the very thought of Swift- a killing machine for the council, a robot that most feared and few loved- being friends with a criminal he had been ordered to capture was not laughable. If Swift could laugh, he would be rolling on the floor right now.

“But why? I am supposed to be nothing more than a killing machine for the Council.” Swift hated those words, even if they were true. That’s all he was. Even if he was set free somehow, he would probably still follow their orders, as it was all he had ever known.

“Well, not anymore.” The tiny fox grabbed his metal hand in one of their paws, bringing him back down to the ground where he was before. Surprisingly, his body didn’t fight him. He had expected bones to be breaking the moment the fox had touched him, but it did not seem as if he could hurt him.

“Now, you’re my assistant slash friend slash… whatever else I can think of.” There was something else going on here, but it didn’t make sense to Swift’s brain. He just couldn’t put the pieces together, probably because he was usually surrounded by four geniuses- Doctor Babble not included- who usually put the pieces together before he could even start using his brain.

His eyes fluttered shut. “New directive accepted.” his voice droned out robotically. Swift wished he could recoil in shock. What the actual hell? Only an admin could change his directive-

Oh. The pieces clicked together, and an emotion he had long since abandoned welled up inside of him. Hope. A glimmer of hope. This insanely stupid, yet at the same time extremely brilliant fox hacked me. I have to follow his orders now.

…Hopefully, it would be better than being there. It seemed as if it would be, with his new directive. To be… a friend. A barely there glimmer of anticipation flicked to life in his chest. He had never had a friend before.

“Good.” A tiny smile crawled its way onto Nine’s face. Swift watched him for a moment, wondering what was going to come out of his own mouth. The silence felt as if it stretched on for a thousand years, becoming more awkward with every passing second. Swift had never experienced an awkward silence before, not that he could remember at least, probably because he had never had a real conversation since he was sold to Eggman, Mr. Doctor Eggman, specifically, before he had figured out how to make those five copies of himself. Before he had found the shard. Before… everything. There wasn’t any need to talk to the people he had to capture, and those who tried to talk with him usually shut up pretty quickly when his laser blaster was pointed at them

“Who are you?” He asked after waiting for god knows how long for him to just say something. He already knew who he was, of course, but he was just trying to end the awkward silence already.

“I’m Miles Prower, Civilian Code 381-082. Chosen name Nine.” They respond. “You?”

“Nice to meet you, Nine.” It wasn’t nice to meet him, but this… was nice, for however long it lasted. He wondered when it would all go bad. “I am Ogilvie Maurice Hedgehog, former Civilian Code 128-791, chosen name Swift.”

“Whoa, that’s messed up.” Nine breathed out, his eyes widening in shock. A tiny paw reached out and brushed over some of his real quills, pulling back immediately as he felt just how not-metal they were. “How did the Chaos Council do this to you?”

“I do not have the clearance to access that information.” They didn’t want him to remember that. Sometimes… it made him wonder if they did care about him after all. He knew they didn’t, logically. But sometimes he still wondered. Wondered what it would be like if they did care about him. Wondered what it would be like if his parents cared about him. Wondered what it would be like if even one single person had cared about him in his thirteen long years of living. How different his life would be if anyone had ever been there for him.

The fox stared at him with immense pity in their sky-blue eyes. He wondered absentmindedly if it counted as sky blue anymore. He could remember when the skies were blue, instead of the reddish color they were now. He remembered being so proud of being the same color as the sky. Now, he wondered if that color exists anywhere else but himself and the ocean. It’s not as if there are any flowers left.

“Okay.” the fox managed out through the knot in their throat. “Is the person you used to be still conscious, or are you just a robot?” He stared at them for a moment, considering the question, mulling it over in his mind. Could he be considered more than a robot, even if he were conscious, if the programming controlled every aspect of himself and his personality? He didn’t know, but Nine was waiting for a response. He decided to go with the one he believed would please them.

“I am conscious.” it was technically the truth- he was conscious, after all. He was a being with his own thoughts and feelings, but the programming dictated his thoughts and emotions and he was unable to disobey when an admin gave him an order. That only seemed to make Nine seem more horrified, though.

“That's even more fucked.” He wished he wasn’t programmed to be unable to laugh at that moment- Mr. Doctor Eggman had always found his laugh annoying, so he had decided to program away his ability to laugh. He had cried a lot that day. He cried a lot more than now back then. He wondered if it was another change to his coding. It didn’t matter. He was whoever the admins wanted him to be, and that was that. It had always been that way. “I don’t know how to undo all the programming, at least not yet. Programming language isn’t one I use often.”

Alarm slammed through him. He… what? No, he can’t. He couldn’t be without it. He didn’t know who he was, or would be without it. He didn’t want to know. He didn’t want to know who he would be without it. He was perfectly fine as himself, even without his own brain. He was happy this way. Or at least, he was perfectly fine the way he was. Shit, what did he do?

“Why would you do that?” His voice was perfectly calm, smooth, and robotic, as it always is. He couldn’t change the tone of his voice. He couldn’t show any emotion. He was not supposed to be anything more than a killing machine. In fact, he wasn’t supposed to have feelings, period. He should go and get it fixed- but he couldn’t do that.

“You don’t know where I’m located. Returning your bodily autonomy wouldn’t do me any harm, plus the Chaos Council wouldn’t remove the bodily autonomy of someone who wants to work for them.” Nine’s words are reasonable, but he couldn’t accept them. He also knew he couldn’t really argue against them because he made himself an admin.

“I am a cyborg.” he tried anyway. “I was once a hedgehog, but I am no longer. I am fine the way I am.” Am I? A tiny voice in his head spoke up. Or is this contentment with who they made me into programmed into me as well? He intentionally smothered the voice. If it was, it would be nice of them to think of his emotions- which he wasn’t supposed to have, so shh. It was pointless to think of that anyway. It didn’t help him.

“Is that the real you talking, or the programming?” Nine asks easily. His fingers curled into a fist and he glanced down at the ground. He was trying to cover up any emotions, like normal, but it was harder because the feelings were much less muted than before. Something must’ve come loose with that hit. He should go back to get his brain fixed, but he couldn’t. He wasn’t about to admit that he… didn’t know, anymore. He didn’t want the fox to give him that look again- as if he was a weak little thing that needed support. He hated that look more than anything.

“I have not been without it for many years, since my power first developed and my parents sold me to Mr. Doctor Eggman.” He was being completely honest- at least, he believed he was. He didn’t… think, or at least, didn’t want to think that they could change his memories. They could lock away his memories, sure, but changing them… he didn’t want to think about the fact that the few nice things he could remember could’ve never actually happened. He swallowed slightly around the lump that formed in his throat. He blinked away any tears that may have welled up from that train of thought, hopefully before Nine realized that they existed. “There is no difference anymore.” something happens to my voice, and for a moment it feels as if I can’t breathe. I don’t know why, I don’t know what's going on. I don’t like this.

“Wow.” He could barely keep himself from glaring at the fox, his teeth gritting. Wow. Was that really all he had to say? Was he impressed with what they had done to him? Was- “even more fucked. What do you need to survive?”

He stared at the child, his brain trying and failing to make sense of the question. Why in all the circles of whatever hell awaited him once he passed from this mortal plane would they not know? It was obvious. He needed food and water, just as anyone else. He wasn’t- he… well. He couldn’t exactly just lie and say that he wasn’t a monster, could he?

“The same as any other living being, as I am still technically alive.” He informed him, his voice monotone. He had always hated his voice, as far back as he could remember, but he felt as if there was a time he couldn’t remember when he had loved it, but it had been a long time since he had heard it doing anything but throwing out slimy threats and insults and droning out orders on the Council’s behalf. “Meaning food, water and exercise.”

“Got it.” Nine walked over to his workbench, bobbing his head in a nod. Swift watched him silently as he sat down, getting something out. It was some kind of plug. He wondered what it was for. Nine got up again and started walking back over to him.

“What would you like me to help with?” He asked, trying to fill the silence again. He didn’t really care what Nine wanted out of him. He just… needed his programming. He couldn’t allow someone to take it away from him, it was all he had. The only thing that had been consistent throughout most of his life- other than the Chaos Council- but he wouldn’t mind losing them as much.

“Just answer any questions I ask for now. How old are you?” He paused, trying to think back to the last time his birthday was celebrated. When he was five, he thought. How many years ago was that? Eight, right. So he was probably thirteen. The fox was watching him, waiting for his answer.

“I believe I am thirteen.” he spoke after another long and awkward moment. The other watched him carefully for another moment, taking in that information with the fact he had paused, and Swift rushed to fill the silence. “Last time my age mattered, I was five. I had to figure out how many years it had been since then.”

The fox looks at him like that again. With pity in his eyes. He didn’t need to be pitied. He didn’t need to be pitied. He hated it when people pitied him or felt bad for him. It felt as if they didn’t take him seriously. Him, of all mobians they could possibly not take seriously! Chaos.

“I’m five.” the fox responds after another long moment of awkward silence that seemed to drag on for years. He found that he absolutely despised awkwardness. It had a way of crawling under his skin and making him feel uneasy, which happened to be another feeling he hated.

“Why do you feel the need to take away my programming?” he spoke up after another long, awkward silence.

“I’m curious on how it works, and I want to know what you’ll be like without the programming. Stay still.” Swift swallows hard as the fox starts moving the plug towards his head. That must be how he had hacked him. No one was supposed to know about that panel except for Mr. Doctor Eggman.

“But what if I don’t want it gone?” Swift speaks up quickly before he can stop himself. The fox stares at him as if he just told him that the sky was blue, or that this whole place was one grassy meadow.

“Doesn’t matter.” They say. “I want it gone, and we have no idea whether or not not wanting it gone is part of the programming. We’ll find out soon anyway.” he gritted his teeth, glaring at the ground as they open up the panel. Hah, ironic- he had never gotten a say in anything that had happened in his life, and now he wasn’t getting a say in the very thing stopping him from having a say getting removed. He tried to calm himself down as the fox plugged him in and went back to his computer, where there was now a plethora of code in place of the blank screen that had been there earlier. He could adapt to this. He could adapt to anything… in fact, if he deleted too much, he could capture this idiotic fox and go back there to get himself fixed.

Go back there? Oh god, what am I thinking?! He blinked a few times. There was something horribly, awfully wrong with him if he was legitimately thinking of returning there when he had a choice not to, just to get reprogrammed.

…He didn’t need to be awake for this. For them rummaging around in his brain and taking away his coding. He rolled onto his side and closed his eyes, trying to fall asleep the best he could to the sound of Nine clicking away on his computer. After who knows how long, his mind floated off into nothing and he was asleep.

(I wrote this back in 2022, lol. I’m much better at writing now, but hopefully this is still good! Tell me what you think if you want too ^^)

[swifty-fox]

so would anyone care for a Kfak-Compliant Brady one shot?

Telling Major John Egan to jump is the first and last time Johnny Brady gives an order to a superior officer. It’s automatic, not-thought out. A knee-jerk reflex; if I don’t make sure this man gets off my ship he’s not leaving. 

He can’t go without him. The idea of facing Buck Cleven in a prison camp or in the afterlife however many hours, days, years from now and telling him he let his man die is unfeasible. It’s not how the rules work. Buck and Bucky make it, that’s the big rule. So if he breaks the little rules, ordering Major Egan to jump, taking him up in his fort even though he’s not supposed to be here, then he rationalizes it that way. 

It’s quiet up in the sky, the sound of burning screeching metal snatched away in seconds by momentum and gravity. He’s alone for the first time in years, and it’s a disconcerting panicked feeling as he floats helpless in blue, blue heavens. When he hits the ground, rolling his ankle and gouging a furrow in thick peat mud and without his Major, he realizes just because he made John Egan jump doesn’t mean he’s saved his life. It’s automatic, standing and testing his ankle on the strange moss-covered ground that pitched and wobbled like the deck of a ship with every shift of his weight. Sinks his teeth into his wrist until blood bubbles to muffle his cry when his ankle barely accepts his weight. Bundles his parachute and stuffs it in the mud so the white color doesn’t give him away and rips his insignias from his uniform.

It’s the best he can do.

It’s not more than two hours before he’s captured, gun to the back of his head and harsh German voices telling him to kneel. Mud that’s also blood coating his face and burning with a rage so hard he shakes. It could be the cold, sunk down to his bones with damp and unfamiliarity. Soil that wasn’t his by birthright, you don’t belong here soldier boy. This isn’t your gravedirt. It could be cold and grief and fear, but he chooses to name it as rage and grits his teeth as he limps on his bum ankles and tells the interrogator his name rank and number and recites his mother's recipe for soda bread when anything else tries to come up. 

Has Major Egan or Major Cleven come through? Did you pick up a man named Bernard Demarco?

They threaten to kill him. He’s reliably sure it’s a bluff, because there’s rules to all of this. They try to woo him and he knows that’s a bluff because you don’t make soldiers with kindness. He has his rules, he has his orders. He says nothing and wishes they would hit him so he could hit back. Wishes they would turn the blood he tastes on his teeth real so it feels less like terror.

They don’t. Everyone follows routine.

A RAF pilot binds his ankle on the train ride to the rest of his war, it rains and he cups his hands through the slats of the train to wash his face clean of peat-mud. Chill settles over them all at night, damp and horrible and he doesn’t sleep a wink, too aware of being surrounded by men who didn’t belong to him until David Solomon and Crank’s heads pop up from down the other end of the cart and the three of them fall together in a hushed pile of who made it who did they see who went down. Did you see John Egan? Did you see Bucky I got him out but I lost him in the clouds.

He wonders if maybe God snatched Bucky right from his parachute harness. 

He gives Solly his crucifix, feels mildly sick when it’s pulled from his slack fingers and almost snatches it back until Crank takes in the look on his face and presses his rosary into Brady’s empty palm.

“Here. It’s my sister’s anyway, she’d rather it be on the neck of someone who uses it.”

“Thank you,” it’s unfamiliar against his chest, warm from Crank’s body heat and a different shape. But it’s got fifty-nine beads like all the rest and he counts them one by one with frozen fingers and recites the five decades in his head until he falls asleep on Crank’s shoulder. 

He’s never been a good sleeper, even before he started dropping bombs. Now and then he rouses enough that he feels the phantom of his grandmother's fingers in his hair, gnarled from years of hard work and soft in their caress, brushing filthy strands off his forehead. It’s her spare crucifix around Solly’s neck. He thinks she would forgive him. He thinks she would find it a noble decision.

[witchyravenarts]

You're Gonna Carry That Weight

Chapter Seven: Doc and Cowboy

Chapters:

Chapters Welcome , Chapter One , Chapter Two , Chapter Three , Chapter Four , Chapter Five , Chapter six , Chapter seven , Chapter Eight , chapter nine , chapter ten , chapter eleven , chapter twelve

Wooooo Back to a kind of normal Schedule. Kinda. Ahhhh Finals week are upon us, but I will be getting back to it during the summer because then I can actually writeeeee <3 Also the fight scene in this chapter I am so extremely proud of

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Summary: When Boothill arrives Reina is NOT happy about it. But of course when he has to arrive, the IPC does too. What will they do?

Content Warnings: Murder, Boothill getting to let loose, Mentions of gore (More Medical talk gore)

Word Count: 2k

Enjoy :)

What? Cat got your tongue Darlin?” Boothill smirked. He wasn't expecting to see the woman who broke his body down and replaced it with this metal one. She knew him inside and out, literally. He took a sip of malt juice and smiled. “Well? Ya gonna say somethin.”

Reina glared at him as she marched right up to him shoving someone out of the way. She normally wouldnt do that, but this fucking cowboy pissed her off. “What the fuck are you doin here?” She hissed.

“Getting a drink. Like a sane person would.” He replied leaning back on the bar with a smile. “Can I get another cup of-” “DONT serve him Dale.” She glared at the barman. 

“Why not? He's payin.” Dale said, pouring another glass. Reina sighed and held the bridge of her nose.

“Genuinely, WHY the FUCK are you here?” Reina spat looking at Boothill. 

“You answer your own question then I'll answer.” He said taking the newly poured glass. 

Reina sighed and sat at the bar beside him. “Dale. Can I have a water?”

“Don't drink?” “No. Hate the smell. Hate the taste.” She said as she took the water handed to her. “Thanks.” 

Boothill could only smirk, she really was pissed at him. It was kind of funny actually. She downed the water and put the cup on the bar. She looked at the empty glass, her eyes angry. Her eyes… tired. He turned around and faced the bar and put his drink down. “So you gonna answer your own question?” He asked.

“Because of you.”

“Ha?”

“Because of you I'm here. Because of you threatening me to make you that stupid body. Threatening my life. You ruined my life.” She spat angrily.

Boothill blinked. He then looked down at his own glass. He gently picked it up in his metal fingers and spun the drink. “I… I uh… I'm sorry.” He said. 

Reina traced the patterns on the wooden ar. Patterns that told a story of the tree. Told where it came from. Told where it grew… Where it was born… Like her it was ripped away from her home by someone. Never to return. 

“I don't forgive you.” She said.

“That's… That's fair.” Boothill said as he reached into his back pocket. He pulled out some cash. “Even if you wont forgive me, let me at least get you a drink. Ya look like you need it. Your eyes are tired.” He mumbled putting the cash on the bar. “Can I have some more malt and get the little-... I mean the Doc her usual.” He said.

“My eyes?” Reina let out a breathy laugh. “My eyes are nothing compared to yours. Especially how they looked that day.” 

“Ya remember that?” 

“Course I do. Not everyday you get to peel back someone's body. Not every day you get to see the inner workings of the human body in its whole. I normally would’ve seen just the inner workings of an arm, or a foot, maybe an eyeball if I'm lucky.” She watched as Dale put her drink in front of her. “Thank You Dale.” It was a Virgin Shirly temple. “Not every day do you get to see the body’s muscles and how they connect to tissue, bone and how nerve endings fire off real time as I take each piece and replace it with another. Your body gave me an understanding of the body that I never had.” She took a sip of her drink.

Boothill laughed as Dale filled up more of his cup, the surface tension luckily not breaking. “Well. I'm glad that I could give you some understandin-” He was interrupted by the doors bursting open. A young boy panting and panicked ran through the doors.

“DOC!!!” The young boy shouted. “IPC RAID!!” He panted. 

Reina’s spine stiffened before she quite literally jumped the counter. “Whoah whoah, what's goin on?” Boothill asked as he looked at her, absolutely dumbfounded. “Why are ya hidin?”

“WHY DO YOU THINK!” Reina spat, the wholesome moment clearly gone. “You ruined my life, those body replacements are illegal and You FORCED me to do it on you, and now They are after my ass!!” Reina hissed before Dale rushed her to the back. He didn't miss the middle finger she gave him.

Boothill sighed and took the revolver from his belt and opened up the cylinder of his revolver and checked the bullets. Six, seven, eight. Perfect. He smiled. “Okay Kid. Make sure no one is outside.” He smirked while walking out.

“Wait sir!!”

“Don't worry kid.” He adjusted the brim of his hat and walked forward, the blanket of his little girl billowing behind him. 

He walked down the rickety steps of the saloon and saw the ship a little ways away, and a group of five men walking towards the entrance of the town. The streets were barren. Good. No one will get hurt. He stepped out onto the gravel dirt path, the spurs on his boots rattling with each step. He made sure he was in the center of the street. Had to make dramatic flair of course.

It only took them a couple of moments for the group of heavy armored clad men to come with a man in a suit. Figures he wouldn't come out. He's probably all curled up in a nice penthouse watching his planet suffer and die. He was going to make him suffer.

The man in the suit looked around and his eyes landed on the silver cowboy who was tapping his boot whistling a tune of an old song. Hit the Road Jack? “HEY!!” The man in the suit shouted. “Get back inside. Don't you know that its illegal for people to be out during IPC inspections! Everyone must stay put while we check for criminals.”

The whistling stopped. And the only sound was the gentle breeze. “There are none here.” He finally spoke.

“Huh? Of course there are! The planet is full of pillagers, gangs and those like you!” 

“Those like me?” Boothill asked. “The only reason why there are pillagers, gangs and bounty hunters is because you destroyed this once beautiful place.” He said.

“This planet is under the ownership of the IPC. We control the laws of this land.” 

“This planet and its people belong to no one. Especially to the likes of you.”

BANG!!! One of the armored clad men fell, a bullet wound smoking from his head. The man in the suit gasped. His body tensing, his face. 

“Ya never want to mess with the people of Aeragan-Epharshel. Because we don't play when someone bullies the weak. And as a Galaxy Ranger…” Boothill looked up from the brim of his hat. His eye glowing, and his smile sharky. “That's our bottom line.” He said.

The man was shaking. “GO! GET HIM!!” 

The men with the armor rushed him immediately, their staffs swiping at him. But This was his normal. He quickly dodged out of the way of each and every one as if it were a dance. A dance with death that he knew oh so well.

He quickly kicked down one of the armored men, his spurr digging into the back of his head. Blood splashed against the ground. He quickly put his two feet back on the ground. AH! He bent back as a staff nearly swiped him in the face. He growled and fell onto his back and kicked the guys knee in, earning a shout. BANG!! His revlover’s barrel smoked. Three down Two to go, then he can deal with the man in the suit.

The two men came in for a pincer attack and Boothill rolled out of the way. BANG! Miss. Shit! He ran at the man and grabbed his face from behind. He slammed his head down onto his knee, earning a delightful crack. One left. He smiled at the armor clad man and smirked. He rushed the man in the armor and stopped, his face in his own. He could see his reflection in the helmet. He smiled. “Y’know… I don't really condone killing… But when it comes to you IPC Fucks.” He smiled as he put his revolver to his stomach. “It's more killin in the name of good. Sorry it had to end this way. You workin for a capitalist greedy conglomerate. Then dyin to a guy with a simple revolver.”

“PLease. D-”

BANG!!

Boothill watched as the man fell to the ground. He then turned his sights on the man with the suit. He walked slowly towards him. “I have three questions before I kill ya. And You are gonna answer me honestly and quickly.”

The man was shaking. “Please… Please don't kill me.”

“As I said before. I don't usually condone killing. But when it comes to you IPC fucks, and Oh ho… Especially those in the Marketing Development. That's when I really couldn't give a shit.” Boothill rushed the man and grabbed him by the collar and slammed him into the dirt.

“One. You are gonna tell whoever sent you that it was an abandoned town.”

“That's not a question-” Click. The revolver was placed on his forehead. “OKAY OKAY!!” The man searched his pockets for the communication device and called. “R-Report. T-Town was abandoned.” He said trying to remain calm. “Over.” He said. Boothill then snatched the device from his hand and turned it off. 

“Good job Good job. So you can listen can ya~” He smirked. 

“Now. Question one: Where is Oswaldo.”

“I- I don't know.”

“Lies.”

“I-I'm just a footman. No one knows where he is!” 

“I'm gonna come back to this question. Question Two: Why are they still mining for the ore when all of it has run dry?”

“T-They want to drain the planet for its resources. But We-We have really taken everything!! I have heard reports that they are leaving!!”

“Question Three: What is the IPC’s next move?”

“A-As Said! I don't know!!! I'm just a footman!!” The man cried in fear.

“Last Question. Do you remember these names…” Boothill stood placing his foot on the man’s chest, his spurr digging into his chest causing him to cry out in pain. His revolver pointed at the man. “Nick. Grey. Viky. Johnny. Jacob, Krissy, Sally.” He listed them out as if it were a countdown. “Clementine.” “N-NO!! I DON'T!!” The man cried out in pain and fear.

“Course you don't.” He said.

BANG!!

Moments later Reina stepped out of the Saloon. She watched as the cowboy that had ruined her life years before, now killing those who were looking for her. The people of the town were scared to approach him. As if he could blow a fuse at any moment. Like a rabid animal.

Boothill could only look at the ground. He knew how they were looking at him. But then a hand came upon his shoulder. He looked at her. The Doctor. No. Reina.

“Thank You.” She said, 

“Course.” Boothill said, looking back down at the body of the man in the suit. “I need to get this communication device out of town. I'll come back by nightfall.” He said looking down at it.

“Okay.” Reina said. “I will make sure a warm meal and a good bed is here for you when you come back.”

“You don't have to.”

“Least I can do for saving the town that saved me.”

Boothill nodded and smiled. “Alright. Thank You Doc.” He said.

Reina watched as he began his walk out of the town. Was he really going to come back?

The sun set on the small town that was saved. The bodies were moved from the street, and to the morgue so they could burn them at the end of the month. Best way to get rid of infection was to burn it. That includes the IPC. The town that Reina called home became quiet. The saloon soon emptying out including the barman. But excluded Reina. She sat alone, tracing the patterns of the wood once again.

She smiled when she smelled the familiar scent of metal. She looked over to see the Cowboy once again.

“Took you a while. Welcome back.”

Boothill smiled, a tired smile. “Thanks. I had… I had to visit my family.”

Reina nodded. “It's good too.” She said getting up and walking around the bar. She opened the fridge and took out a plate of food, setting it gently in front of him.

“Thank you doll.” 

“Don't call me that.”

“Fine. Doc.”

“Reina.”

“Huh?

“Please. Reina.”

“Fine. Reina.”

[lemon-natalia]

Gideon the Ninth Reaction - Chapter 25

dont think i can express in words how much of a fucking rollercoaster this chapter was to read, i was genuinely gasping in shock every other sentence. 

everyone keeps emphasising the bone fragments in the Fifths bodies, and honestly i really don’t know what that means other than whoever killed them was presumably a necromancer? also maybe isaac is onto something about those skeletons spying on them, they really are everywhere

Isaac can make glowy lights with his powers?? necromancy is a much more catch-all term for magic than i thought it was

ok so the military isn’t just an institution, there really seems to be an active war going on? that begs the question against who, i thought the only places were the Nine Houses, but apparently not, there's mention later of ‘post-colony’ and ‘hold’ planets, it seems to properly be an empire. the world-building is getting very star wars. but said war can’t be going too well if they’re resorting to child soldiers and the Fourth House is apparently getting that badly hit.

brb getting flashbacks to that one library doctor who episode where all the lights start going out. this chapter with all the blood wall writing is probably the creepiest since the one featuring Harrow’s zombie parents

well if Pro had to face The Bone Amalgamation 2: Electric Boogaloo he’s definitely dead

it's not even Jeannemary, whos been so on edge this whole time that eventually breaks, its Isaac. ohhh, poor poor Isaac. i knew that one of them would just snap and do something reckless soon, i still just wasn’t emotionally prepared for this

Jeannnnmaryyyyyy, the way Gideon has to pull her away from going after Isaac is killing me. she’s just lost her life-long best friend and literally the only person she has left. and poor Gideon as well, there was nothing she could even do, and she’s just doing her best to take care of Jeannemary, and even that ends tragically 

immediately after reading the previous section, i was shocked by isaac's death, but also (i'm sorry isaac) at least glad my favourite of the two was still alive. and then the ending of this chapter hit me like a freight truck, and i literally had to reread it three times before my brain computed Jeannemary was gone.

what the fuck is up with those blood messages on the wall, whoever or whatever was doing this wasn’t just trying to kill them, its trying to get to them psychologically before it does so. and with the second message, though its possible it was meant for Jeannemary, i don’t know if she would even have had time to see it before she died. the more disturbing possibility is that it was meant for Gideon to see when she woke up, and taunting her

speaking of, even more disturbing is that for whatever reason they didn’t kill Gideon despite her being right there and also sleeping. that speaks to a slightly different motivation than simply getting rid of competition, it wanted her alive to see Jeannemary’s death?

and on top of that, Jeannemary was killed in a locked room outside of the facility, so absolutely nowhere in Canaan House is truly safe. Fun!

[sky-fire-forever]

Happy Friday! Perhaps for Viago & Rook, ❛ clean yourself up. you're getting blood all over the place. ❜ from the dialogue prompts?

Thank you so much for this prompt! I enjoyed it a lot and I'm actually pretty proud of how this turned out (even though it has so little to do with the prompt itself, oops)

My Rook in this one is Voltah de Riva, who uses they/them pronouns!

Voltah de Riva was always a small thing, tiny and weak and frail. They stood shorter than even the other elves in their age range and were every bit as skinny, bones prominently on display even before they were recruited into the Crows. 

Recruited might be a strong word. They were scooped up off the streets after a Crow watched them murder an older boy in cold blood over a loaf of stale bread. Still, they had a choice to accept the Crow's offer or spend whatever was left of their life starving on the streets of Treviso. 

They chose the Crows. 

Viago had also chosen the Crows when presented with the option, but he'd been in far better shape than the struggling orphan Voltah had been. He'd been fitter, stronger, more capable. Of course he'd excelled where many failed. 

He hadn't expected Voltah to last long. He'd expected them to be little more than a training dummy, destined for death at the hands of the other trainees. They were so small, after all, and almost entirely untrained. A child of no more than nine years old and they knew their way around a bow and how to clean a kill with a knife, but their magic was wild and unpredictable. Surely they'd be a goner in close quarters or as soon as they came across a person who knew how to hunt people rather than wild game. 

Much to Viago's surprise, Voltah did not fail. They learned to control their magic and used their size to their advantage, uncovering tricks of appearing helpless and innocent to manipulate targets. They learned to fight for their life and learned what it meant to hold the life of another living person in the palm of their hand only to crush it within their fist. 

They adapted and they overcame and they thrived. 

They also, irritatingly, attached themself to Viago the moment they met him. 

He was older than them, not that it meant much. In the Crows, your age hardly matters — you need to be ready and able to fight and kill those both older and younger than you are. Viago was to help train the younger fledgling, which often meant beating the shit out of them until they learned to avoid getting hit. It meant force-feeding them poison and berating them, breaking them down both body and mind so they could rebuild themself from the ashes.

Viago would've expected them to hate him. To resent him for the torture he put them through, but they never did. Instead, they followed him about like a puppy at the heels of its master. They looked to him for approval, even though it was rarely given.

Unfortunately for Viago, the little shit began to grow on him over time. They never cared that he was the bastard son of the king, never treated him any differently for it. They never resented him for the punishments he doled out like candy. They simply learned under his teaching and strove to become better, to be his equal. 

“One day, I'll beat you,” they told him one day, with an easy grin on their face despite the blood leaking from their broken nose. “That's my goal.”

It's a goal not easily accomplished, as he'd told them directly. They didn't appear dissuaded in the least, but they rarely did. That was the thing about Voltah de Riva: they never knew when to quit. It both frustrated Viago and endeared him to them.  

The day Voltah became a fully fledged Crow was a day full of pride for Viago, not that he'd ever admit it aloud. His training had paid off and he privately thought they'd make a mighty fine Crow, and would make his house proud. 

Of course, they had to go and ruin it.

They ruined a larger operation against the Antaam all for the sake of a few hostages. They'd charged in like a fool and had nearly gotten themself killed in the process. Idiot. 

When they're presented to Viago for punishment, blood still pours from numerous wounds and he’s been told they have a concussion. The blood drips onto Viago's nice carpet and he can barely contain his rage.

“What were you thinking?” He demands, focusing on the blood trickling down a gash in their thigh. He refuses to meet their eyes — they don't deserve that respect.

“How was I supposed to know there was more going on?” They challenge, arms outstretched. “I saw people in danger, so I–”

“So you recklessly charged in without consulting anyone!”

“I didn't know I was supposed to!” They shoot back. “I'm a Crow, not a fledgling. And no one told me there was an operation planned, so why would I–”

“You were supposed to use your head.” Viago snarls, his heart thundering inside of his chest. “Think before you act! Did I not teach you that?”

“Viago–” 

He holds up a hand. “No. You’ve betrayed our house and embarrassed us. You need to leave.”

That stops them in their tracks. “What?”

“You need a contract that will get you out of Treviso and out of my sight.” His tone is firm, unyielding. “I don't care what the contract is, but the next suitable one that falls into my lap, you will take.”

He can feel Voltah's eyes on him, so he looks up. It's a mistake.

Because when he sees their face, he doesn't see the face of a hardened Crow, fully fledged. He sees the little boy who was so determined to survive that he let himself be beaten bloody and blue by the closest thing he had to a friend, to family. 

Voltah's eyes are full of tears that they refuse to shed, one eye swollen almost shut. They look so young, so vulnerable. Viago almost wants to eat his words.

But then their jaw sets and there's that determined expression he's so used to seeing in them. 

“Fine,” they spit out. “I'll find a fitting contract and I'll fulfill it.”

“Good.” Viago nods once. “Now clean yourself up. You're getting blood all over the place.” 

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Soul Mate Magic - Chapter Thirteen

Rupert Giles x OC (FanFiction) - MATURE 18+

A new magical transfer comes to Sunnydale High, and ends up discovering a magical connection with our favorite Watcher.

OC is 19+ (Not a Minor), Age Gap, Slow Burn-ish (with a little preview thrown in there during the Bandy Candy Episode).

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Author Master List

Read: Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three, Chapter Four, Chapter Five, Chapter Six, Chapter Seven, Chapter Eight, Chapter Nine, Chapter Ten, Chapter Eleven, Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen:

Rose had long since lost track of time, unsure how many days had passed since Ethan had trapped her in the musty washroom. The only hint of outside life came when a granola bar slid under the door, but otherwise, Ethan left her completely alone. He knew she wouldn’t harm herself—if she did, it would also kill Giles, a fact that kept her tethered to this miserable existence.

Her body was deteriorating. She had figured out how to manage basic tasks, like using the toilet and drinking from the bathtub tap, but she was wasting away. Her clothes hung loose, practically draping off her frail form, and her bones pressed sharply against her skin. Her joints ached constantly, and the relentless throb at her temples never ceased. Sleep came only in brief, restless spurts, each moment of unconsciousness offering no real escape from the prison she was trapped in.

It was during one of these fleeting naps that a thunderous crash jolted her awake. Confusion and fear clouded her senses as she struggled to make sense of the garbled shouts echoing from somewhere outside. Then, suddenly, the door was flung open, and a figure appeared in the doorway like a beacon of light cutting through the dark.

“Buffy,” Rose whispered, her voice cracking as she stared at her rescuer.

“I found her!” Buffy’s voice rang out, clear and strong. She quickly stepped aside to let Giles in. His expression was a twisted mask of rage, but the moment his eyes met Rose’s, all that fury melted away. His gaze softened, his anger giving way to something far more fragile.

Rose blinked, taking in the sight of him—his bloodshot eyes, the dark circles beneath them. The separation had taken its toll on him, too. She could see the exhaustion in every line of his face.

“Rose,” he whispered, his voice breaking as he dropped to his knees in front of her, gathering her frail body into his arms with careful reverence.

“Rupert,” she rasped, barely able to form the word, her voice too weak from days of silence.

Buffy, ever efficient, broke the chain binding Rose with a swift motion, and Giles wasted no time, lifting her up with a gentleness that nearly undid her. He carried her from the cramped room into the suite’s main area, setting her down with the utmost care. His hand, warm and steady, came to rest on her sunken cheek.

“Rose, are you hurt? Did he do anything to you?” His voice was soft, but there was a tremor beneath it, his palm trembling ever so slightly against her skin.

Tears welled in Rose’s eyes, and she shook her head, unable to speak. The overwhelming relief at being free, at being in Giles’s arms, was almost too much to bear.

“Willow, stay with her,” Giles instructed, pulling his hand away with a reluctance that did not go unnoticed. Rose’s gaze followed him, her heart tightening as she saw Xander standing over Ethan, a crossbow aimed squarely at the warlock. And then Giles lost control.

Rose flinched as his fist connected with Ethan’s face. Once, twice, three times, each hit landing with a sickening thud. Blood splattered, painting Giles’s hand crimson.

“Stop,” Rose whispered, but her voice was too faint. They didn’t hear her. “STOP!” she screamed, summoning every ounce of strength left in her broken body.

The room fell silent, and Giles’s wild eyes found hers.

“He knows,” Rose choked out. “He knows how to break the spell.”

Ethan’s strangled laugh cut through the air. “She’s right, Ripper. How will you free her from your magic if I’m dead?”

Giles’s face paled as the reality of Ethan’s words sank in. “What are you talking about?” he demanded.

“The spell, Ripper. Your spell, our spell. It’s over twenty years later, but there she is—your equal.”

Giles turned to Rose, his eyes wide with shock. “Dear God,” he muttered under his breath, his gaze flickering between her and the bloodied man beneath him. The horror in his eyes mirrored her own. Then, with one last punch, he staggered to his feet, barking an order to restrain Ethan before storming out of the room.

Rose watched helplessly as Buffy and Xander tied Ethan up, her wrists still bound by the enchanted cuffs. Willow moved to examine them, her fingers carefully tracing the metal.

“There’s a keyhole,” Willow murmured. “There must be a key around here somewhere.”

It didn’t take long. The key was tucked inside Ethan’s pocket, and as soon as Willow unlocked the cuffs, Rose felt a surge of energy rush through her. It was like being plunged into a pool of warm water after freezing in ice. For the first time in what felt like forever, she could breathe freely again. But with that breath came a crushing wave of grief, shame, and guilt.

The connection to Giles snapped back into place, and she felt everything—his despair, his guilt, his self-loathing. And she felt her own sorrow, knowing that despite everything, she was still bound to him by a spell neither of them had asked for.

With shaky legs, Rose stood, brushing off Willow’s offer of help. “I’ll be fine. Just… give us a minute,” she whispered, her voice steadier than she felt. She made her way to the door—or what was left of it, noticing that it had been blasted to splinters scattered across the floor.

Stepping outside into the cool night air, Rose spotted Giles leaning heavily against the railing a few doors down. His shoulders sagged under the weight of an invisible burden, and even from a distance, she could see the way his hands gripped the metal, knuckles white as if holding on were the only thing keeping him upright. His head hung low, his posture defeated, as though the truth had carved deep into his soul.

Rose placed a trembling hand on the railing, steadying herself as she made her way toward him. The sound of the railing rattling under her weight seemed to pull Giles from the abyss of his thoughts. He looked up slowly, his eyes hollow and haunted. The raw guilt in his gaze hit Rose like a punch to the chest, suffocating in its intensity. He looked like a man staring at the wreckage of his own destruction.

“Rose,” he whispered, voice hoarse and thick with regret. The word trembled as it left his lips, as though he barely had the strength to say it. “I’m so sorry… I didn’t—” His voice broke, and he swallowed hard, his brow furrowing as he fought against the overwhelming tide of grief. “I didn’t know.”

She stopped a few steps away, wanting to close the distance between them but unsure if she could handle the weight of his guilt pressing down on her, too. “I don’t blame you, Rupert,” Rose said softly, her voice shaking despite her best efforts to be steady. She could see it in his eyes—he was unraveling.

“Rose—” Giles’s voice cracked again, and he shook his head, as if rejecting her forgiveness outright. His fists clenched at his sides, nails digging into his palms. “You should blame me,” he rasped, barely more than a breath. “How could you not? I did this. It’s my fault—” His words came in a rush, almost frantic. His gaze dropped to his hands, staring at them as if they were drenched in blood. “My past… it’ll never stop haunting me.” His voice was little more than a broken whisper, laced with self-loathing.

Rose’s heart twisted painfully in her chest. She had seen Giles guilt-ridden before, but not like this. This was different. This was soul-deep. “Rupert,” she breathed, stepping closer now. “The spell didn’t create anything that wasn’t already there. It didn’t make you care for me. It didn’t make me love you. That was us… not magic.”

Giles’s face contorted, a pained expression twisting his features. His eyes squeezed shut, as if trying to block out her words—words that should have offered comfort but instead seemed to make the weight of his guilt even heavier. “But what if it did, Rose?” His voice was strangled. “What if none of this is real? I’ve ruined you. I-“

“Stop,” Rose whispered, her own voice cracking now. “Don’t do this. Don’t give Ethan that power over you. You’re not the villain in this, Rupert. He is.” She took another step, close enough now to feel the heat radiating off his body. “Ethan wanted this. He wants you to suffer, to feel guilty, to question everything you are. But don’t let him win. Please.”

Giles’s breath hitched as her words sank in, but the guilt still clung to him like a shadow. He shook his head, his voice barely audible. “I should have stopped this that day in the library. I should have been strong. I’ve only ever brought pain into your life…”

Rose couldn’t bear the sight of him tearing himself apart. “You didn’t bring pain into my life,” she said firmly. “You brought meaning, and strength, and yes, complications. But you didn’t break me. You didn’t cause this. Besides, remember me, I’m the one who’s family cursed you. Pretty sure that came before your little love spell.”

Giles lifted his gaze slowly, and she could see the flicker of disbelief warring with the torment in his eyes. “This is different, Rose.” His voice was so quiet, so filled with despair, that it almost broke her. “You’ve been through so much because of me. Look at you…” His voice caught in his throat, as though the sight of her frailty, of what she’d endured, was too much for him to bear. “I failed you, Rose.”

Rose gave a soft, bitter laugh, shaking her head. “It’s my hair, isn’t it? I know it must be a mess?” she asked, trying to lighten the moment, to pull him back from the edge of his despair.

Giles blinked, and for the briefest second, the weight on his shoulders seemed to lift, just a little. His lips twitched, the faintest shadow of a smile. “You could never be anything less than beautiful,” he murmured, his voice so soft, so sincere. It sent a wave of warmth through her, even amidst the pain.

She stepped closer still, her heart aching for him. “Please don’t let him do this to you. Don’t let Ethan use your past against you. You’re more than your mistakes, Rupert. You’re more than what he’s trying to make you believe.”

Giles took a shaky breath, his hand rising once more to cup her cheek. His touch was gentle, reverent, as though he feared she might break beneath his fingers. Rose leaned into the warmth of his palm, her eyes fluttering closed, taking comfort in the small gesture.

“I am truly sorry I got you involved in this,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion.

Rose opened her eyes, her lips curving into a soft smile despite the heaviness that still lingered in the air between them. “That’s supposed to be my line,” she replied gently.

For a moment, the darkness seemed to recede, the faintest glimmer of hope flickering between them. Giles managed a small, fragile smile, and it tugged at Rose’s heart in a way that made her breath catch.

“Rose—” Giles began, but before he could say more, Xander’s voice cut through the night air, sharp and clear.

“Guys, I hate to break this up, but mister continually messing with our lives won’t shut up.”

The moment shattered, but Rose kept her gaze on Giles, silently willing him to hold on to the spark of hope they had just kindled. She would not let him drown in his guilt. Not now. Not ever.

When everyone was back in the room, Rose found herself seated on the edge of the bed, her body barely holding itself up. Xander’s arm wrapped protectively around her, but it was more than comfort—it was the anchor keeping her from slipping into the darkness that had been threatening to overtake her. She leaned on him heavily, the warmth of his body a reminder that she was still alive, still here, even though her mind was fraying at the edges. Every breath felt heavier, her vision swimming as she fought to remain conscious, the world around her blurring and twisting with exhaustion.

Across the room, Willow stood vigilant at the doorway, her eyes sharp but her posture tense. Buffy loomed over Ethan, who was slumped against the wall, his face a bloody mess, but his lips still curved into that same maddening smirk. Giles, on the other hand, had positioned himself at the far end of the room, his back pressed firmly to the wall as though the distance between them all was a barrier to his guilt—a futile attempt to separate himself from the storm of emotions swirling inside of him.

“So, Ripper, how did you ever find us?” Ethan sneered through a split lip, his voice slithering through the room like poison.

“No, we are the ones asking the questions here,” Buffy said, her disgust palpable as she glared down at him.

Rose’s ears rang with Ethan’s words, but the weight of them didn’t fully register, even when her focus remained steady on the man tied up in bed sheets. It was the only thing she could do now. She couldn’t look at Giles, not yet. Not when her chest was so tight with confusion and pain. She feared that if she met his eyes now, everything would come undone.

“When we were young and stupid,” Giles began, his voice sounding far too small for the room, “Ethan and I performed a spell to find the soul that was our equal, in magic and in life.”

“And in love,” Ethan added quickly, the smirk never leaving his face. “I found mine about five years ago. Ripper, it would seem, took a little longer. Tell me, was it worth the wait? She is quite the little tart.”

There was a disgusting smugness in his tone that sent a shiver of revulsion down Rose’s spine. The word “tart” hit her like a slap to the face, the casual cruelty of it igniting a flare of anger she didn’t know she had left. The room seemed to shrink around her, the air thickening with tension.

“Shut up,” Giles ground out, his voice raw with barely contained rage as he took a step forward, his hands trembling by his sides. But Buffy moved quickly, stepping between the two men, her presence a reminder that violence wasn’t the answer—not yet, anyway.

“He knows how to break the spell,” Rose whispered, the words tasting bitter on her tongue.

“We can’t trust him,” Giles said, the desperation in his voice cutting through the space between them.

Rose struggled to her feet, pushing herself off Xander’s support as her legs wobbled beneath her. She was running on pure adrenaline now, her body screaming in protest as she forced herself to look at Giles. The weight of his gaze hit her like a tidal wave, and for a moment, she felt like she was drowning in it. The guilt, the fear, the regret—it was all there, etched into every line of his face, every furrow of his brow. He looked like a man standing on the edge of a precipice, one misstep away from falling into oblivion.

“We don’t have time not to trust him. If I die, you will too,” Rose said, her voice firmer now as she took a shaky step toward him. “It’s all horrible happenstance. My curse is that my coven needs to kill me to get another hundred years. Your line is connected to me through the first sacrifice, and I have to assume because we already shared that connection, your spell ultimately created a lifeline between us.”

Giles stared at her, his eyes wide with dawning horror.

“He could still be lying... about the death part,” Willow interjected, her voice soft but filled with uncertainty as she glanced between Rose and Giles.

Rose let out a long, tired sigh, her chest tightening with the weight of everything pressing down on her. “I don’t think so. He said Hugh was killed by the Council, but Ethan broke the spell between them before the event occurred. The longer we are cut off from each other—”

“Is that why Giles looks like death?” Xander’s voice interrupted, a hint of shock coloring his tone. “We just thought he was getting sick.”

“Ethan kept me here without magic to weaken us both,” Rose explained, her voice quieter now as the full implications of it all washed over her.

“So he could hand you over to your coven,” Giles added, his voice barely above a whisper, his hands clenched into fists as though he could somehow crush the guilt beneath his fingers.

Ethan snorted. “You really don’t understand how much I love to torment you, Ripper. They are going to get her either way, so I was going to hand her over to you when I was ready because I want you to break the spell, so that you can spend the rest of your pathetic life pining over yet another dead lover.”

The venom in Ethan’s words ignited something in Giles, and before anyone could stop him, he lunged toward Ethan. Buffy barely managed to push him back in time, her hand firm on his chest, keeping him from doing something reckless.

“We can’t take the chance. We need him alive.” Buffy said, her voice cutting through the tension like a blade. “We need to break this spell. Your family has been invading the town for weeks—”

“Weeks?” Rose whispered, her heart hammering in her chest. “Wait, how long has it been?”

“Sixteen days,” Giles whispered, his voice heavy with shame as he cast his eyes to the carpet. “You were cloaked somehow. We thought your coven had you... no matter what we did, we couldn’t locate you.”

Willow’s voice trembled as she spoke. “We only just found out from your father that it was Ethan who took you.”

Rose’s breath caught in her throat. “My father?”

“He came to the school,” Buffy added, her voice clipped and tense. “He told Giles that one of your uncles brokered the deal. Ethan was supposed to keep you contained until they were ready.”

The shock of hearing her family’s involvement hit Rose like a physical blow. Her world spun as she tried to process the betrayal. Her heart felt like it was being ripped apart, the trust she had in her family now hanging by a thread. But her father, her father, had helped.

“Just to be clear, like I said, I wasn’t going to give the girl over to them,” Ethan chimed in, smug as ever.

“Shut up!” Buffy snapped, waving the axe threateningly at him.

But Rose’s mind was elsewhere, racing through the puzzle pieces Ethan had thrown in front of them. Then, suddenly, a thought struck her. “He has my family’s dagger. The one used for our rituals “

All at once, the group sprang into action, tearing the room apart until they found a small box wedged between the headboard and the wall. Giles handed it to Rose, his fingers brushing hers for the briefest moment, sending a jolt of warmth through her cold, numb body.

When she opened the box, her hands trembling, she found the dagger sheathed in leather—a symbol of her family, of everything she was trying so hard to understand. But beneath it lay something else, something even more valuable. An old, weathered book.

“It’s a spell book,” Rose whispered, handing it to Giles. His eyes widened as he flipped through the pages, recognition lighting his face.

“It’s mine,” he breathed, the weight of the revelation crashing down on him. “The spell we did...”

“Does this mean we don’t need him anymore?” Xander asked, nodding toward Ethan.

“Yes, actually,” Giles said, his voice calm, but his eyes filled with a storm of emotions. “He was stupid enough to write the counter spell in the margins.”

Rose felt her heart twist at Giles’s casual tone, but her mind was already racing ahead. She looked down at the dagger in her lap, the weight of it heavy in her hands. “A curse can be broken.”

Giles’s head snapped up. “What?”

“A curse can be broken,” Rose repeated, more certain now. She turned the dagger over in her hands, the cold metal gleaming in the dim light. “This is one of the daggers the coven uses to induct its members. It grants access to our well of power. The dagger...”

Giles’s gaze followed hers to the blade, understanding dawning in his eyes. “If it can create the connection, it could sever it. You are the conduit for your family’s magical connection.”

Willow’s eyes lit up. “So we could, like reverse-engineer the curse? Cutting everyone else off from the magic? I... I saw the spell your family would have most likely use, in a book.” She bounced on the balls of her feet, excitement lighting her face as she turned her back to the door and looked at the others.

“That’s great news,” Xander said, pulling Rose a little closer. “Now can we leave? This place is seriously creeping me out.”

Buffy’s eyes darted toward the door, her expression shifting from annoyance to something more serious. “Actually, I’m getting the creeps too...” She moved swiftly toward the doorway, peering into the night. “And that’s probably because we’ve got company. We gotta go.”

The group moved swiftly to join Buffy by the door. Rose peered past the Slayer, her heart skipping a beat when she saw them—members of her coven—standing in the parking lot and lingering at the edge of the tree line. There were only five that she could count, but in her current state, she doubted she could muster enough strength to fend them off. Her body felt like glass, fragile and teetering on the brink of collapse. The real struggle, though, was her magic. It simmered beneath her skin, dormant and unused for too long, like an atrophied muscle refusing to cooperate.

Rose slipped the dagger into the back of her jeans, the cool handle seeping through her shirt as her thoughts drifted back to the library, to that night when her magic had instinctively sought Giles’s, binding them together in a rush of shared power. That connection had made them stronger then, and now… she needed that strength again. But this time, she needed more than just a touch. She needed all of him.

“Rupert,” she whispered, her voice shaky with something more than fear. Her gaze met his, full of urgency and a desire she could no longer deny. “I know this is the last thing you want to think about right now, but…”

Before he could reply, Rose surged forward, wrapping her arms around his neck as she kissed him with a desperation that had been building inside her for too long.

At first, she feared he would pull away—his hands gripped her arms, tense, as though trying to resist—but then everything changed. His resistance crumbled, and he hauled her against him with a force that made her breath catch. His lips crashed into hers with a hunger that stole the ground from beneath her feet. The kiss was fierce, intoxicating, and Rose’s entire world exploded into fireworks. It was as though the air itself had ignited between them. The power she’d been missing, the magic she hadn’t been able to touch—it roared to life, coursing through her veins as his lips claimed hers.

She moaned into the kiss, her hands tangling in the hair at the nape of his neck, pulling him even closer. She couldn’t get enough of him, couldn’t get close enough—his hands were everywhere, searing a path across her back, her hips, cradling her face as if she might slip away. Each touch sent sparks racing through her body, as though her very soul was answering the call of his magic.

The connection between them deepened, and Rose could feel it—an electric charge that surged and pulsed, stronger with every passing second. Giles kissed her as though he’d been starved for this, as though he had been denying this moment for too long. His fingers pressed into her skin, and Rose’s heart pounded with the realization that nothing had ever felt so right, so needed.

The world faded—there was nothing but Giles. His lips, his hands, the way his body pressed against hers, all of it making her dizzy with want. She was drowning in him, and she didn’t care. Every nerve in her body was alive, every ounce of her being thrummed with the connection between them. It was as if the kiss itself was fueling her magic, filling the void that had been gnawing at her for days.

And then it was gone, ripped away as Buffy grabbed her arm and yanked them apart. “My God, you two are worse than teenagers,” Buffy groaned. “You know what I mean.”

Rose stood there, breathless, her lips still tingling from the kiss, her heart racing. Her body might still be weak, but her magic—it was alive now, pulsing beneath her skin. She could feel the energy buzzing inside her, power flowing back to her like a dam had broken. And when she glanced at Giles, she could see the glow returning to him too, his strength reborn in the aftermath of their kiss.

Whatever this connection was between them, it was undeniable. It had brought them together before, and now… it was all she wanted.

She had needed this.

She needed him.

Chapter Fourteen

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Naruto re-read XXVIII

Chapters covered: 227 - 235 Twentysix Volume of the manga

Site used: https://manga4life.com/manga/Naruto (VIZ translation of the manga)

Disclaimer: This is intended as a list and simple observations of the topics that particularly interested me in the aforementioned chapters, in that sense, do not expect a linear -or totally deep- analysis.

Tumblr’s update doesn’t allow me to attach more than 10 pictures, therefore, all of them will be LINKED. Apologies.

335) Itachi told Sasuke that he should kill his best friend to obtain Mangekyou, and guess what Sasuke is trying to do? (here) also (here). Naruto wants to test this “best friend” claim of Sasuke with the aid of his Rasengan. The clash of their powers sent them both flying (x), Sasuke take this as a personal loss as Naruto “outgrew him” when he learned Rasengan (x, x) while Naruto saddens at the idea that Sasuke was being truthful on his claim (x, x).

336) Sasuke can easily use fire based jutsu when he’s twelve (he learned it when he was six!) x

337) Naruto remembers his first thoughts about Sasuke (and look, girls are cheering him on and he looks annoyed, x) and how glad he was that he found a boy with a similar background to him (x). “You were my Idol, and so… hearing that… I was never happier, with those words, for the first time… you acknowledged I was good.” (x) Can’t make it clearier here Sasuke’s relevance on Naruto’s life and the importance of him staying, of him acknowledging Naruto.

338) Kakashi returns from his mission and learns of Tsunade’s decision (x) and sends his summons after Naruto and Sasuke (x).

339) “I don’t want a thug like Orochimaru to ruin you…” (x). Sasuke pierced through Naruto’s shoulder and lung (x) and since Naruto is out of his own chakra (yellow), he uses Kurama’s (red) x. Great panel.

340) “Sasuke, Orochimaru can’t have you! I’m gonna bring you home safe if I have to break every bone in your body!!” The contradiction is hilarious.

341) Sasuke thinks of his family when fighting Naruto (x) and asks him what can he possibly understand when their experiences even as orphans are so vastly different. It’s an understandable point, as Naruto, while parentless, never knew what is like to loose his family (much less in such a traumatic way as Sasuke’s brother killed both his parents and tortured Sasuke), as he was just born when Kushina and Minato died (Minato even died out of his own volition, as he sacrificed himself to seal Kurama inside Naruto so Konoha wouldn’t loose the nine tails): “You were alone to begin with!! What can you know about me?! This pain is born from my family bonds! How could you ever know what it means to lose anything!!” (x).

Naruto’s response to this is also understandable from his standpoint (even if it’s meaningless for Sasuke’s own perspective), as he imagines Iruka as a father (x) and Sasuke as a brother (x) -SNS was found dead-. His consideration of Sasuke as “part of his family” (x) is intrinsic in Naruto’s characterization, yet for Sasuke, who had a family and who experienced loosing them, this notion isn’t well received, so he seeks to break this particular bond, never verbally reciprocating Naruto’s feelings (x). After this confession, Sasuke finally acknowledges Naruto as his equal (x, x), as he wears the hitae ate to fight him one last time.

342) An example on how the Sharingan sees movement (x).

343) Alright but Sasuke’s chakra control is superior? (x), he’s supressing Orochimaru’s curse, using his three tomoe Sharingan and fighting Naruto by using chakra nature transformation all at the same time. And yes, the Sharingan consumes a lot of chakra, that’s why Uchiha have immense reserves to compensate (x). Kurama states that Naruto by himself is weak and he completely depends on him to fight against Sasuke (x).

344) Sasuke won (x), yet Naruto was able to scratch his hitae ate despite Sasuke claiming he wouldn't be able to (x), this not only signifies Naruto’s growth and Sasuke’s complete deflection (as the band falls from Sasuke’s head), but also Naruto’s influence on Sasuke, who decides to fight in his own terms against Itachi (x, x).

345) Zetsu makes an appaearance after Sasuke’s deflection! (here). Sasuke was always seeked by Zetsu!

346) Nara’s clan continued their research and studied medicine creation (x, x)

347) Shizune, alongside other medics are able to perform surgery to regenerate Neji’s lost tissues x (organs, skin, etc) by using his hair as a medium (guess for DNA purposes) -here-. This technique is similar to mitochondrial regeneration but when used on other person besides the user, it takes so much chakra that it needs a group of medics (at least five) to perform the ritual (plus fuinjutsu).

348) Shikamaru sucks and Shikaku is no better than his son (x, x). What is wrong with this man? Chöji and Neji are dying in the next room and all he can do is scream at his child that he shouldn’t quit?! (but Fugaku is such a bad father for congratulating Itachi for his Sharingan!!) (x). 

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The Night Chronicles

What is it —

A 2D animated horror anthology series that is not only connected by an Observer character who appears at the beginning and end of every episode but is also in the same veins as HBO's Tales From The Crypt and the Hub's R.L. Stine's The Haunting Hour: The Series where whether or not you actually think or find it scary, you still appreciate and give credit to it being actual horror cause it does indeed try to be full-on horror.

PREMISE:

Bringing high quality 2D animation to the genre of horror, The Night Chronicles tells a rather wide variety of dark, intense, twisted, macabre morality tales or just tales in general of absolute horror with a wide focus on kids, teenagers or adults depending on the episode or storyline. Unlike most horror anthologies though, every episode of each season will be a solid 2 hour long because they're treated more as mini-movies with their theatrics and scales.

EPISODE IDEAS:

Sophie, The Girl Who Cheats Death — The life of a shy, quiet, socially awkward and timid gorgeous blonde teen girl, Sophie Wilcox, is turned upside down when after getting caught trying to steal a prized fantasy uniform from her favorite series in an attempt to impress her peers, the shop owner who's revealed to be a mad witch places a curse on her as a sick punishment.... she's given Sophie the nine lives of a cat through a gland in its brain that causes it but to the expense of a kitten's life. However, things take even more of an unexpected turn of events when they both realize they could use this to their advantage and now Sophie is the star attraction of a carnival sideshow and has become a sensation. In doing so, it unfortunately leads Sophie down a neverending dark path as the fame changes her into leaving her friends behind, leaving her family behind and willing to do anything to stay on top. All of this culminates on the night of her final performance, having heartlessly disowned her former friend and her mother, when Sophie realizes all too late as she's buried alive deep underground.... that she may have miscounted how many lives she has.

Texas Body Count — Set in El Paso, Texas, a mysterious vigilante of imposing height arrives in the middle of the night and begins cleaning up the crime ridden streets in his own vicious and brutal ways as a gang war is threatening to break out. But throughout all of this, we see him get mortally wounded and even fucked up horribly and fatally yet there's not one single scratch or wound on him and if there is any, they instantaneously heal right up. He falls from high buildings in pursuit and just gets right back with no bloody mess and broken bones. It's then that this man's past is revealed to us, he was once a dangerous criminal wanted by the FBI that was killed in a robbery gone wrong but instead of letting him stay dead, the U.S. Government confiscated his body and used it for an undead and indestructible super soldier program, resurrecting him as one of them. However, what they didn't count on was that he would be the only one who as it turned slowly regained his memories and eventually escaped all on his own from the facility. Now in order to redeem himself in his own eyes from all of the bad he's done in his life, he's taken to cleaning up the streets riddled with crime and take revenge on the people who turned him into a monster.

Flesh & Bone — A twelve year old bullied boy, Jacob Avery, is regularly picked on by his classmates and older siblings and due to being blamed for the constant trouble the latters cause, he's one slip-up away from being sent to military school by his strict, military-wannabe father. The only person who seems to genuinely care about his well-being and is the only one he considers to be a true friend or the closest to any is his teacher, Ms. Parkerton, whose become aware of the severe bullying he's facing. It's then that Jacob starts hearing strange but otherworldly voices and howls coming from the woods that are calling to him and it turns out he's not the only one — Parkerton's begun hearing them too. Investigating all on her own, she ultimately discovers the terrifying source of it as it's of an old rotting flesh-craving wendigo that needs to rejuvenate and uses its call to lure its victims. However, Jacob soon realizes all of this is to his advantage when he discovers the horrible truth that his bullies had driven another student (a girl) to attempt suicide, his bullying older brother had raped and beat his cheerleader girlfriend and his father has been emotionally, verbally and physically abusing his mother and other siblings.... and the creature in the deep, dark woods will eat anything you put in front of it.

Notes/Trivias/Details:

• The most important one of all is aforementioned previously, an Observer character who serves as the "host" of the series will appear in every episode's beginnings and ends. He's called "The Hidden", an assumed young man who wears a blank, white burlap sack as a mask that's almost wrapped around his face instead of an ordinary mask with no eyeholes and he collects objects from strange and disturbing tales that he puts in his homeless guy-type of backpack so that no one ever forgets them. No one knows who he is or where he came from or why he does what he does or where he'll go next but all that's known is if you see him or worse, hear his whistle than you know something dark and scary is gonna happen. However with that said, he obviously doesn't mean no harm and is just a curious observer.

• Most episodes or rather almost every episode of the series have bad endings but there will definitely be a few genuinely good or bittersweet endings sprinkled throughout to balance it out to where the bad endings are more effective and the good endings feel more special and earned. With the bad endings, there's always a genuine moment of victory where the character or characters let's say break the age-old curse or defeats the demonic harlequin or escape the clutches of the Sandman whose held them captive in their sleep etc.... but then in classic horror anthology style, there's an extra thing or a twist that immediately happens that goes "Nope!". So there's an "Ah, relief!" for the viewer and character/characters then suddenly bam, nope, nuh-uh. But the good endings are the ones that do feel the most well earned where they go through hell and back but they actually grow and develop into better people who realize the errors of their ways.

• As you can see if you at least know, the three episodes in one way or another are influenced by some other media. "Sophie, The Girl Who Cheats Death" is influenced by the classic Tales From The Crypt episode "Dig That Cat... He's Real Gone" but does its own magical and tragic take on it to where it makes it its own to where you can view them both separately. "Texas Body Count" is directly based off a cancelled Tales From The Crypt movie called Redneck Frank aka Body Count written by Adam Rifkin and one of my favorite filmmakers Walter Hill and I felt like it was a strong enough story to tell in the medium of animation.... HORROR animation. As for "Flesh & Bone", it's a subversive take on a lot of the aspects of R.L. Stine stories, Stephen King stories and children's horror anthologies where the bad people are legit awful people such as useless idiot adults, psychopathic bullies and abusive parents and most of the time, they don't get called out on it or get what they deserve. Here, it's the exact opposite where they're all called out on what heinous people they are and get their horrifiyingly sick and gruesome comeuppances for being shitstains.

• Now for the animation style, that's easy. It'll be heavily inspired and modeled after the artwork of comic book artist Tony Moore especially with his Walking Dead issues and since it's animation, it will be more fluid and more expressive without going overboard.

• Last but not least, the show will have three seasons with about 8 or 10 episodes each and without ever pointing it out, it's shown that every episode of The Night Chronicles are set in the same universe as each other obviously with not just the Hidden appearing and connecting at the beginnings and ends but also there's call-backs, casual references and easter eggs such as let's say a fictional Big Kahuna Burger fast food restaurant is mentioned in one episode than the bag with the logo on it appears in another.

But there's a surprise reveal in the series finale:

After the Hidden walks away into a crowd as usual, the scene transitions into a warm home on Christmas Eve and we're introduced to a gorgeous blonde but quiet young woman whose name is revealed later on to be Andrea and is comforted by her mother and two younger sisters, Amy (23) and Sophia (8). Earlier this year, Andrea's fiancee Charlie was killed in combat serving overseas and a recovering from depression Andrea has recently been doing nothing but stare at a snowglobe that Charlie gave to her as a going-away present day in and day out. After a loving conversation with her youngest sister Sophia, a still silent Andrea decides to go over and celebrate Christmas with her family.

All the while two things are shown to us....

1). It's revealed that Andrea, Amy and Sophia are the Andrea, Amy and Sophia of Robert Kirkman's The Walking Dead comic series done in Tony Moore's style with Andrea having her hair all the way down as seen in the final second image below in the background.

& 2). Once Andrea and Sophia walk away from the toasty kitchen table, the camera slowly moves in on the snowglobe and as a direct throwback to the final moment of a little show.... called St. Elsewhere, the setting of the series finale to The Night Chronicles is in the goddamn snowglobe.... thus revealing that not only are every episode in the same universe but that the whole entire series is all in the mind of Andrea. It's been a figment this whole time.

Go figure.

There she is all the way on the right.

[thebadtimewolf]

jfc why are your takes on docrose so negative all the time???? stop pretending you like rose and/or docrose when your takes on them are so similar to anti takes. esp with this “tenrose bland” “romantic ten/donna” “hahaha ten became the tlv for donna and not for rose” “why do you guys ship rose with the doctor when she was so young” typa bs that i have seen you occasionally coming up with under ten/docrose content for quite sometime now. and stop pretending you love nine/rose as well cos’ no one is having it. just keep your stupid, brain-dead takes the fuck away from rose / docrose content. keep them to yourself. you’re not fooling anyone with your billie pfp. istg you’re so annoying

hey i thought you blocked me so why are you complaining? anyway.

brain dead ahaha! because what how many dw stories involving near death experiences or full death of one or someone else's brain. i know you may unintentionally stumble into that. But. Like. I find that story theme neat.

hey why is the one time rose got to kiss the alien dr as herself with full autonomy of her mind and body was CUT FROM THE AUDIOBOOK BUT WE GOT

SEVERAL SEVERAL STORIES WHERE A WHOLE ASS ENTITY GOT TO SMOOCH HIM WHILE USING HER BODY LIKE A HUMAN MEAT SUIT. WHY. WHY IS THAT.

like i dunno about you but i would like rose marion tyler the vampire-human to actually be the monsterfucker we were promised twice (NINE AND TEN) and we only got with river. who is doing all the heavy lifting by herself.

antis just dont like rose tyler. even when she breathes. even when she don't.

i want MONSTERFUCKER ROSE TYLER. FUCKER OF FATHER TIME HERSELF ROSE MARION TYLER. THE ONE THAT PEGS TIME'S CHAMPION (the alien, the titular question of the show) ROSE TYLER THAT WE WERE PROMISED. AND ROBBED.

i dont want him fucking a memory of a shop girl. i dont want fucking the tardis possessing said shop girl or lady cassandra possessing the shop girl or THE LITERAL BOMB THAT SLAUGHTERED HIS OWN KIND. i dont want fanfic. i dont want tentoo (i love you but no. um most of his screentime was in torchwood and with jack and martha. as a hand. no. congrats on the kid tho).

you settled for crumbs. dust. and the rot that you had to portion out to your starved near-carcass form as if it were just as a warm, filling feast fit for the cold like the ones in the paper images you salivate over. like river. like weirdly the tenth doctor adventures with donna (big finish seriously this anon has a good point why are you shipping donna and ten. i mean manifesting clearly works because ✨️60th✨️) forever out of reach. forever in the cycle of heteronormative monoamorous disappointment. lackluster strictly-audio sexual tension. yet that taunt of promise like ten dangling the key to martha, you too with eager hands of rotted crumb after 9 day-past-expiry-date crumb to the point where crumb has only become the delusion of a 8 course meal in your rose-colored eyes.

free yourself. break free. let dame rose marion tyler be the polyamorous monsterfucker she desired to be but moffat et al refused through mockery and misogyny and also abuse (? seriously why is every other ninerose comic is her killing nine and traumatizing jack like wtf bbc wtf im supposed to believe SHE loved HIM?? bbc u ok????)

just because you settled for dust happily so doesnt mean I HAVE TO.

tenrose audios are romantically bland tho. great story. I LOVE THE FRENCH ONE AND THE JUDOON ONE IM I LOVE WHEN THEY HAVE WITTY BANTER LIKE IN LOVE AND MONSTERS AND NEW EARTH AND SCHOOL REUNION. tho in the audios by big finish: they are romantically bland. i mean unless ur into emotionally deprived edging in such a severe degree that you too would nearly batman-jump jack harkness', adam mitchell's, and tentoo's bones or shoot the doctor on first sight with no heaitation until the next issue drops. then good for you! they are great platonically in the big finish audios but im waiting for a ninerose audio from big finish. im clinging.

but yeah, the other references you mentioned i've made - thats all big finish.

i stand by "why do you guys ship the doctor with someone so young" bit. because literally martha, donna, clara, river, amy, rory, jack, yaz (all the ones that are shipped with the dr that are written really scarily well) ARE ALL OLDER THAN ROSE WHEN SHE FIRST MET THE DOCTOR. SHES THE BABY AND THATS EVEN WORSE BECAUSE RIVER WAS SHOWN AS A LITERAL BABY ONSCREEN. YEARS AFTER THEM ALL AND SHES THE OLDER ONE?? BESIDES JACK???

HELL, MISSY; THE MASTER - PICK. A. FACE.

hell the entire whoniverse is canonically being told through the curator's recountence of the events WHICH MEANS THAT CHARACTER - THE DOCTOR CHARACTER FROM THE FAR FUTURE - SUMMED UP HIS RELATIONSHIP WITH ROSE TYLER LIKE WHAT WE AS THE AUDIENCE GET IN TERMS OF AUDIOS, BOOKS, AUDIOBOOKS, SHORT STORIES, LITTLE COMIC FUNNIES, LIL CHARACTER SUMMARY DESCRIPTIONS IN COMIC AND ON BACK OF MERCHANDISE LIKE THIS????

um. i dont know about you. but once you see it like that? in that grand scheme? yeah im going point it out. even the curator dont ship it. like do you not grasp that? i do! thats what devastated me! even the titular character dont ship it anymore because the alien moved on. the dr is known to us to break the 4th wall because "what would they be without their audience" - give us a little rose memory bit by bit. crumb by crumb. dust by dust.

but see im in too deep, im melting into the walls. just like docrose is but another indistinguishable pore along their skin, so is every take. or theory. i may have. And the dr's black now. So like every dr x poc companion ship, theyll be ignored or villified.

and you seem like the person that would ignore or villify 15 (or really any of them, anonymous that sounds like 2013ish era tumblr - remember when we didnt have ads here?)

but yeah. yall settled for dust, ya get dust. sorry ur still bitter on the doctorrose truth pill but yeah. she left a human to settle for a human even though being heavily promoted to romance essentially an eldritch bring that has snapped people's necks before the war just for fun or in spontaneous burst of emotion. again for fun.

sorry that im the only one complaining about a writing issue of a tv character.

ON MY ROLEPLAY BLOG OF MY ORIGINAL TIME LORD CHARACTER WITH A BILLIE PIPER FACECLAIM.

my takes will stop being negative when billie piper comes back as a doctor who villain (i want her as the new master. thats the exact villain i am referring to. dig that knife in. we all seen collateral and penny dreadful and her clown self in i hate suzie SHES GOT THE RANGE. LET HER BE THE MASTER PLEASE. THE CLOSEST WE GOT WAS THE MOMENT. AND SHE WAS JUST SHALKA!MASTER REDUX)

[detectivemaker]

More info about Michael and his siblings: shared powers

every Royal Chimera family has a way to make people permanently obedient to them, this gaggle of Eternal servants are usually referred to as the chimera's harem(though their relationship to their chimeric master or mistress doesn't always have to be sexual),  they're actually many bones to being a member of a chimera's halem, one such being you live as long as your master or mistress does, usually a chimera is Immortal until they partake in the act of creating children to take their place on the throne, after which they gain a lifespan of a non-climeric resident of the dimension, which is usually as long as a humans (many chimeric leaders rule for Generations until the instinctual desire to create errors finally becomes too much and they screw the nearest fertile creature they come into contact with)

another Boone is that you will keep your personality and sentience unless being commanded by your chimeric master or mistress, and if your chimeric lord has many forever servants you may be able to live Immortal but uncontrolled life,  that is unless they like to boss you around personally

the servant is marked with their master or Mistresses personal emblem, be it an item the Chimera is fond of or an illustration of one of the components making up the chimera(ex, an illustration of the teeth the Chimera has or a body part like a paw)

the Mark is given via Flesh on flesh contact either by the Chimera or for half bunny chimeras by other people in their Harem making contact

William: Williams Mark is caused both by skin contact by him and Harem servants. It takes the form of a snake bite on the body, he doesn't really have a preference for who he makes his b****

Michael: Michael's Mark is only spread by skin contact and takes the same shape as his father's, he has a preference for people with a knack for mind control, his harem consists of people like mad mod, spellbinder, and a nine mind control proficient future member Jim Gordon Jr(he hasn't been marked yet but Michael's training him in the ways of villainy, until he believes he's old and trained enough to be a useful servant), he doesn't intend to do anything sexual with his harem, cuz he already has a husband(Jeremy) who's also part of his harem but his embossed around as much as the others, he does like to make them feed him grapes though

Peter: Peter's Mark is spread by skin contact by him and because he's also half bird a special song he created for himself, his Mark takes a shape of a bear's tooth, he has a preference for sad people who honestly would prefer to be mindless thralls that continue to be sad sacks,  his Harem consists of people like Albert Wesker, Victor flies, James Craddock(James isn't a sad boy but Peter likes him because he's a Victorian and a spook, he's only able to be marked because Peter gave him a physical body using Arcane dark magic, James didn't know the body was a trap for him to be marked into a turtle servitude to Peter, not that he's able to rent his frustration at this trickery because now he's physically incapable of hurting Peter), he makes them listen to his decent but really depressing poetry  and sleep together in a big cuddle pile

Elizabeth: Elizabeth's Mark is spread via skin contact by her and people already in her harem, she prefers people who she thinks are fun such as clowns or comedians, she doesn't have anyone notable from the Rogues Gallery under her thrall,  but she does have a lot of circus performers, she keeps them in an eternal state of dance party, with occasional bathroom and food breaks, usually they dance themselves into unconsciousness and then start dancing again when they wake up

Philip(with an F): his Mark is spread by skin contact, and take the form of the outline of a fox's Dental system, he prefers buff dudes, his home consists of people like Bane, Killer Croc, and just a bunch of buff dudes, the days consist of mud wrestling, pirate stuff, and arm wrestling(completely nude obviously)

every Chimera Royal line also has familias, creatures created by a chimera's Pure Life Force

Michael: a set of Moon and Sun themed Jesters that wield any sort of weapon (mostly hammers or the occasional Acts) and usually spend their time amusing their Serpentine master with clown tricks

Peter: a giant golden ghost bear, that watches over its Master while he and his Harem sleep in the aforementioned cuddle pile

Elizabeth: an army of doll sized clowns that come in a lot of shapes and sizes, they have sharp teeth and usually weird very deadly tiny weapons

Philip(with an F): a sentient ship with fox legs that can levitate, and shoot beams of pure awesome(the way he describes it)