#always think about his decription of the waiting room

[upsidedowngrass]

will say it is SO challenging to capture liams voice. when i was rewatching it on my bday w my friend i was STILL noticing things . character dialogue is so complex and i NEED to perfect it or ill collapse into the ground

[ecto-stone]

So I don’t really know that much about that my blood au you created could you tell me a bit about it?

Ha hah I Hope this is Edible

So My Blood Au is just Me dumping all the cool stuff i can think of into a DP what if Vlad is Good ^For Starter MB Vlad or Vladimir Jude Masters is a Paranormal investigater/ hunter/exocist in a sense. He seemingly Perfect in People eye, Not Really on the inside as he have many problem stem from living so long and going though alots of thing that he prefer not to talk about that he hide from People , go so far as to adjust his own emotion to what he find fit to the situration making him really hard to read. (Not Jack and Danielle, those are close enough 2 peel him like an onion if they sense something off). -Vlad And Danny are not same kind of Halfa in this AU, Vlad is Two soul (Half Blue Demon Vampire Ghost, Half Human twisted together and blend into one) and Danny is Soul within soul (Going though the accident give him two identical soul that over lapped each other) -Ghost are nerf and ecto beam and ecto Base attack can harm ghost but they can't harm Physical thing in living world Unless they are infuse with Core element same with Human entering Purgatory. -The world have 5 Realm: LivingWorld, Purgatory (GhostZone), Elsewhereness, Fairy Land and Unworld. +Going with the idea that originaly Vlad is supposed to be a vampire and many ghost in the series feel like they are more supernature creature then Ghost. Living world now have many Human and other Creature living among each other , hidden in plain sight +Purgatory: Where Ghost go and heal before they move onto Elsewhereness (Heaven in this verse) or Rebirth back to the living cycle. There are many area in Purgatory that fit human decription of after life look like , this is due to collective faith and ideal of many Ghost focus with each other to created these Resting stop. Incidentally like the living world these area are also watch over by being call King and Queen of the Death (Caretaker and protector of the Death soul, a being with incredible power capable of bending reality). Most well known one are the King Dark, Prince Argon and Princess Dora of the Dark Age Zone. Queen Desire of the thousand and one night. ect.. newest King of the death is Ghost Writer (library of the forgotten) but he prefer not be refer to as king, just Ghost writer. +Elsewhereness: The final resting Places of enternal Bliss. Once the Soul is ready to let go of all earthly desire, they are send here. Not much is known about this realm or it location. When a Soul reach enlightment it will automatically know where to find it. The realm also House many god. +Fairy Land: Home to care taker of the childhood inocent and many god that work to keep the universe running. Most common creature that live here is Fairy with two side one silly colorful side that appear to children to granted what ever their heart desire. The other is the Blue fortune side that Weaved the fabric of Luck and fate. +Unworld: A Dark realm with one way in no way out. It house many dangerous creature, ancient outer god and unspeakable Evil that have been banish to through age by god and human. >the Origin Story: +Vlad and Jack are Friend from Childhood (Their Bond are really tight kinda like Sworn Brother ) unlike their canon counter part meet in college. They Hunt Ghost but in more of a Release soul from their earthly bound kind of way via the info they get from the Masters Family Grilmore. (There is one major inconvience is that You need to wait for the correct day and time to perform ritual sending ghost back to purgatory so they can Move on to Elsewhereness/heaven of this verse ) +They Meet Maddie in college (Maddie and Vlad almost alway in a total clash with each other with Maddie tech almost Hunter like way in dealing with ghost and Vlad more traditional Way of Handling them) Which end with Three of them forming the Original Ghost Trio. With Maddie accept Vlad and Jack Respect the Death ideal. And Vlad and Jack incorperate More Technology into their Asset. +Maddie point out the inconvinient of having to wait for the correct day for each ghost to send them back to Purgatory (Their room are fill with

Container for ghost), Which lead to them comming up with the idea of Making a Ghost Portal. <Note: MB Vlad is not into Romantic relationship, Platonic one Matter to him more> >The Accident: No diet soda the Accident is purely due to one miscalculation that cost Vlad life (his Head got Blash Clean off infront of Jack and Maddie) In that Split Second of His face getting disintigrating, Vlad get a Glim into UnWorld (the Realm where are Demon and evil of the four realm are banish to) and Got Latched on and Pushed Back to the living world by a Demon Vampire Ghost Both Soul are now inhabited Vlad headless lifeless body, in Which about 3 day after Vlad burial that Vlad Body got completely decontructed inside the coffin and recontructed into a body that is more fitting to host both . Vlad have a hard time remembering Who he is after kinda get rebirth and Wander the world until he Get Suck into a Natural Ghost Portal and got Flunk Back in time. >Journey of an Immortal Being: -Vlad Stuck in the Past, He recovered his memories, Going through existenal crisis, Evil phase, Evil make me feel bad, Not Evil anymore, Found out that he is immortal now, Existenal crisis part2, Acceptance, Travel the World and Start doing the what ever he like, learning old way of magic still helping ghost and other supernatural being. -Caused several Major Change to the past that Mythical Creature got un extinct. (Due to the Law of life and death this does not affect who get born or not, it just that the world got alots more races now and those used to be born human in the original timeline might get born as another races entirely) -Get Mistaken for Messiah.( Look You can't kill Vlad, He would just be gone for like 3 day then comeback) -Caused the legend of Dracula. -Vampire cult have a horrible obession with Vlad as a Whole. Look like vampire act like one, can walk in plain day light and more importantly the ability to Open a Portal to Unworld . ( Vlad don't use this ability much and can only open small one as it is very energy consuming) -Meet his own ancestor Which is the Fentonightingale that Later Splited into Fenton and Nightingale (later change to Masters) leading to revealation that Jack and Him might be very distant Related. -Bickering With Time God (Do not trust the Clock Man that work for the Eyes) -Get Caught in War far too many time. -Meet Phantom (an odd entity that is oddly clingy to him) in the Great War. -Meet Other Some of the DP ghost when they still alive -The Horrible Bar incident that reveal Phantom true nature, an evil being that wish to turn the world back to it original nature of nothiness and try to turn vlad to the his side, Kill, Seal in Rock Case covered with Sigil to prevent Phantom from escape, Chuck it into the ocean. - The Contruction of the Coffin Ghost Portal. (Havent actually went into the Purgatory caused the CCP is one Way Portal. -Forming of many Hidden town that home supernatural being. Amity Park is one of them. - And many more unseen story >Daddy Stolen Ribbone saga (MB Vlad is sterile, he want to have kid but can't.) -The Vampire cult that he have grudge with attemp to Clone or at least created a child that have Vlad Power through ritual and cult like method. Imagine Danny Clone but even more mess up . -Vlad end the life of most of them by his own hand (they are suffering, it is best to let them go) -Birth of Danielle: +Danielle Evelyn Masters or just Dani/Dee for short is the only Stable child come out of this whole odeal. She is Created From Vlad Ribone like a Twisted Eve. And like in the book it caused both of them to be very attached to each other in a Fatherly Daughterly Way. +Dee Have Vlad Ghost power and Demonic Power but No ghost form (Her default funtion as both and whether she is in ghost mode or Human mode is all Up to energy control) and no connection to Unworld there for she can't open portal to Unworld. Dual Soul nature Wind/Fire.

+She like Frog and is interested in Marine biology (which Vlad have full support over, she have a room fill with Vlad hand made frog plusie that she all named. +He raise her teach her everything he know about how to deal with supernatural being and how to Snipe Vampire from a long distant with pin point accuracy.

+An kidnapped incident with the Vampire cult latter resulted in Dee Death at the age of 12 (1999), and Vlad becoming fully Merged into one Being with Plasmius. and wipe out the entire vampire cult in a horrible Vlad the impaler way). +After wiping out the remainder of the cult, vlad go into retirement and work as a wall Painter < he work supper fast on celling painting and no one know why> >The Boy Who Fly (2 year before the start of actual MB story) -Danny Gain his power at the age of 10, his parent know. The event of Portal acivation caused the whole town to have a black out. -They move House alots for 2 year. And Jack try his best to make his family as normal as they can be after accidenly k his friend all those year ago and now half eff his own son. -They finding out amity park their new home is on accident when the RV engine die mid way through the middle of no Where (The town shown it self to those in need) -Danny hide his abiltiy. But after a gym incident. and getting Praise by his peer for it instead of scold like with the adult Danny start getting bolder using Floating power around his new friend when no adult is watching. <Vlad who is Working on the Giant Raven paiting for the School Saw this and know imediately What Danny is> -They offically meet each other on the the roof top, when Danny mom ask him to go down the store and by some bread and he decided to try to Air Frog Swim to it. They become friend and Vlad even teach Danny how to fly properly before having to leave (they visit each other alots after the revealation, and vlad is a good adult friend that Danny can talk to) (Danno forgot about the bread and return home breadless) -Jack may stop with the whole Paranormal hunter/ghost scientist job but not Maddie. She keep doing it behind his back due to danny special need in ecto base consumtion (he havent grow abit since the accident and keep getting smaller and it concerning) -Jack found out and they have a Fight. which lead to Maddie go to his Sister house. -Danny Found out about why his dad was so stressed out about ghost thing now. When looking through his parent old stuff with his new friend tucker. (Dude why does your parent have a Picture of the wall painter in thier old junk). He show the image to Vlad. -Danny Get jack to tell the story about the inccident. Dad what if i tell you that Your friend who die 18 year ago survived and is on our front door right now. Reunion, Jack feeling guilty about making them both like this. Go Get Maddie. Happy reunion of the trio. -Fenton Parent become accepting to Danny condition, Danny have a good mentor that can teach him ho to control his power And they live happy ever after for now

[henry-and-the-seven-lords]

How He Loves - Fondly

Lucifer x MC | Song fic

How He Loves Series | Brothers Masterlist | Dateables Masterlist

Inspiration ~ Come With Me by Chxrlotte

Decription: Lucifer is forced to watch MC die a gruesome death right before his eyes just like Lilith. Thus causes old memories to resurface for himself and others.

Warnings: spoilers for lessons 14-16, angst, fluff, mention of death

Lucifer watched in horror as his own brother slashed at MC, the human he had become so fond of. As their body began to fall, he ran to them followed closely by Mammon.

Mammon scooped them up and held them in his arms while Lucifer held their hand and stared down at them. Their breath was shallow and ragged as their skin slowly began to turn cold.

Slowly, MC took their hand from his own. They extended their arm and gently brushed his cheek. "My shining star. You are so beautiful." It almost sounded like their voice was being pulled out of them.

He leaned into their hand and held it tight against his face, "MC, now is not the time. You are going to be okay. I promised that I would protect you and I intend to keep that promise. Now we need to figure out how to fix this." Panic began to set in as he heard his words. He had said something very similar a long long time ago.

*Flashback*

"Lilith!" He ran to his sister with his wings outstretched to give them cover. Her back torn open and bleeding from where her wings were ripped off.

"I have you Lilith. Everything's going to be okay." His voice shook as he picked her frail body up.

He began to fly, but as his feet started to lift off the ground, an excruciating pain came from his lower back as he heard skin tearing.

He fell with a scream, dropping his sister in the process. Turning around to see what happened, he sees a pair of his own wings missing. Despite the pain, he continued to push through as he grabbed her once again and began to make his escape from the Celestial Realm.

"Oh Lucifer, even with only four wings, you are still the most beautiful angel in the Celestial Realm." She smiled at him with a soft, somber smile.

"Now is not the time compliments. We need to find a way to fix you." As Lucifer ran, he could feel her body getting weaker and weaker until eventually her life-force was gone altogether.

*End Flashback*

MC's body felt just like her's in that moment. It was frail and nearly lifeless. They look at him again, their eyes getting more cloudy by the second, "I am glad you are the last thing I get to see. It is a shame, I never got to tell you how heavenly your voice sounds." Their smile looked just like her's too.

Their words made a smile creep onto his own face as tears welled up in his eyes, "It's funny that you say that, because I was about to say the same thing." Lucifer thought back to all the times MC had grounded him with a conversation, or their laughter put him into a blissful trance.

Mammon's own sniffles were heard as the two spoke along with Belphegor's cackling. All of his other brother's were distraught, but their eyes were filled with rage looking towards their laughing brother. Unlike the rest of them, Lucifer couldn't find it in him to look away from MC. They looked so angelic, even in death.

A few seconds after their banter, MC's body goes limp. Lucifer gently moves some of their hair before kissing their forehead and standing up. Mammon continues to cradle their lifeless body as his wails become louder.

Wiping his eyes of tears he would never let anyone see, Lucifer looks to Belphegor, "I think that is enough for today." Lucifer eyes harden as he transforms into his demon form. He is ready to pounce on his brother when he hears a voice.

"Wait!"

Everyone in the room stops and whips their head towards the sound. Standing in front of them is MC. Lucifer immediately disregards Belphegor and runs to them engulfing them in a hug before quickly pulling away.

"MC, you are alright?" He quickly scans over their entire body checking for any lacerations or bleeding that were previously present.

They giggled at his protectiveness, "I am fine Lucifer. Lilith saved me." MC then begins to tell the Brothers of Lucifer's deal with Diavolo to save Lilith's life.

"And I am one of her decendants. I saw your face as you carried her Lucifer." They reached out for his cheek again only for him to grab their hand and guide it there himself, "You looked so distraught, it was the same way you were looking at me while I was dying. I hope I never have to see that face again."

"I was distraught, but I am alright now that you are here with us. I hope I will never have to worry like that again because I will always be by your side to protect you."

"I know you will. You always have."

Extra:

Mammon: "What about me!? I'm s'posed to be their protector. Ya told me to do so!"

Lucifer: "Well you're fired."

Mammon: "What? Ya can't just fire me!"

Lucifer: "Watch me."

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@bunna-does-stuff @obeythebutler @ashxrsbeloveds

[alreadyblondenow]

You make my wishes come true | Kim Doyoung

Kim Doyoung x reader 

▸Fluff, Angst?, Smut ▸ Part of Walking in a Winter Wonderland collab, hosted by @neocitybynight​ and @suh-insane​

Summary: Love moves in mysterious ways but unfortunately for you and Doyoung, an accident has to happen first in order for your hearts to beat for each other. Doyoung lost his best friend, you lost your fiancé. After Taeyong’s passing you and Doyoung fell in love with each other but somehow felt that what you’re doing is wrong. 

Word count: 4,314k

Warnings: Mentions of accident, no decriptions of it. Dead fiancé!taeyong and if you’re not comfortable with it please click away, mentions of depression, mentions of grieve, visit in the cemetery, a lot of kisses, mentions of making out, mentions of sex, crying (tears of joy and sadness), mentions of Ruby, unprotected sex, slight nipple play, overstimulation, soft dom Doyoung?hes so soft that it almost didn’t exist in the smut part haha, mentions of pregnancy and wanting to have a baby. Mentions of the accident after the cut, no descriptions of the accident.

A/N: The gift giving part is very sweet, and fluffy, also the holiday timestamps are fluffy. I know my teaser told you that this will be an angst but I’m just not in the mood to do an angst right now sorry. I think this is my first time writing a long fic for Doyoung? 

For: @notnctu​ From: B 💌

Three years ago you lost your fiancé from an accident. 

You remember that it hurt, you were like a stone when you heard the news. You remember that the room is spinning, you feel very weak and the next thing you know your knees hit the floor and the pain didn’t matter because every bit of your being is focused on the heartache. 

“You okay?” your boyfriend reaches for your hand as he drives you to the cemetery to visit Taeyong. He kisses your knuckles and asked you again the same question. 

“Yes. Sorry, I was spacing out. Last time I’ve been to the cemetery is the day we uhm… buried him. And I just remembered how I got the news that night when, you know…” 

“Yes, I know. I was there” he kisses your knuckles again and again until he earns a giggle from you, hoping that you’re not feeling sad. It’s his idea after all to visit his best friend and he is sorry that he had to drag you into this. Everyone knows that you still miss Taeyong so much, that even if you and Doyoung are together now you still ache for your late fiancé. 

Doyoung loves you to the core and he is the one who helped you all throughout the years. He is the reason you’re smiling again, he is the reason why you can love again. It was never easy for Doyoung to win you like this, even though he’s always busy with building his career, you on the other hand somewhat expect him to be like Taeyong. Which is wrong.  

It has been a series of ups and downs with Doyoung, a never ending try to make the relationship work, and thankfully you two never fight. It’s just disappointment is always present in your relationship and at the end of the day, you two fix it as always. You didn’t mean to disappoint each other, and that is very clear in your relationship.  

Two years without Taeyong, One year with Doyoung

After a month out of the country, Doyoung is very much excited to see you and spend some time with you for the holidays. He didn’t tell you that he was going to your apartment and that he is going to be back for a few weeks because he wanted to surprise you. He made his way inside your apartment quietly with your favorite take out, hoping that you could have dinner together. Even though he is very much sleepy and tired, he would rather not waste his time and spend it with you gladly. 

When he opened the door slowly, as expected you were sleeping and you forgot to turn the TV off. He placed the food on your study table and looked for the remote to turn the TV off before he wakes you up with loving kisses that he is very excited to do. Who would have thought that just looking at the TV can make him feel heartbroken, sad, and disappointed? You weren’t watching a movie, or the news of the day… you were watching old videos of you and your dead fiance, Taeyong. 

“You told me you were fine” he murmurs and proceeds to turn the TV off. 

Not only you were watching the old videos, but you were also looking at some old pictures. The ones you promised never to touch to help yourself heal. And the worst part is... you were wearing Taeyong’s old sweater and the engagement ring again. 

Doyoung wanted to shout and be mad but he is tired, he misses his best friend too, but most importantly he is heartbroken knowing that you’ve been lying to him about missing Taeyong. With a heavy heart, he removed the engagement ring that Taeyong gave you and placed it on the tableside. He remembers how Taeyong was so nervous and happy when they were out buying this ring, too many memories Doyoung thought. That’s why he can’t blame you if you’re still hurting. 

Dinner is long forgotten, he slides under the cover and embraced you like how much he misses you.  

“I’m sorry” you whispered to Doyoung. 

“You’re awake?” he asked happily, and just like that his anger is gone and everything feels fine again. 

“Just now. Felt your embrace- Welcome home Do, I’m sorry for disappointing you again” 

“I’m sorry for disappointing you first. For not being here when you needed me the most” he kissed your forehead and tighten his embrace, “oh look at us, we're snuggled up together like two birds of a feather would be” you both giggled and turned the sad moment into a happy reunion. “What do you want to do for the holidays? I’m yours, I promise” he added.  

“I do have a few things in mind that I want to do with you” you reached for his lips and kiss him with want. You and Doyoung still haven’t had sex since you two started dating, mainly because it feels wrong at the moment and you both feel like Taeyong is watching so you both decided to wait. Until then, it’s always soft and lustful kisses with Doyoung. No more, no less, and you’re both contented with this idea. 

Every time Doyoung is with you everything feels fine and you feel alive again. Doyoung feels the same way, of course, if he could stay with you always he could. He believes that it’s his fault that you’re still hurting and his presence in your life is still not enough that’s why you still miss Taeyong. He tried so many times to quit his job for you, but you always stop him because he worked hard building his career.  

“Okay I need to breathe,” he says, trying to get away from your sweet and hungry kisses. No wonder Taeyong told him that you’re amazing in everything you do. He shook his head and told you, “I have your favorite take out, are you hungry?” 

“Very hungry,” 

The night became sweeter as you two spend some time in the kitchen preparing the dining table together. He tells you about his work, you tell him about yours. The moment is all about you and Doyoung, no mentions of your late fiancé and that’s why you want Doyoung to be always by your side. He makes every pain go away. But lately, you realized that you’re depending too much on Doyoung and he’s doing all the heavy work for you. You’re not helping yourself and that can hurt Doyoung in the future. 

“Listen,” you gulp and ready yourself to tell him what’s on your mind, “I love you” 

But those three words were the only ones that came out of your mouth and not the things that you really want to say. “I know and I get it, I love you too” he kissed your forehead and made you finish your meal. Good thing Doyoung knows you so well and that’s all he needed, to know what you’re truly feeling.  

Thanks to Doyoung, the spirit of Christmas is very much alive in your apartment. This is your first Christmas together as a couple so he decided to stay in your apartment and abandon his own just so he couldn’t waste time being with you. Before Christmas Eve, you and Doyoung made some late Christmas decorating and made some Christmas shopping for your friends and families. 

Two Christmas ago, you can’t even make yourself to force a smile and enjoy the festivities. But now, you’re wrapping gifts on the floor with Doyoung and teaching him how to make a perfect bow tie for the gifts. You watch him hold the red and green ribbon delicately and slowly come closer to him to plant a kiss on his cheek. “What was that for?” obviously he liked it and asked for another one which you gladly gave. 

On Christmas Eve, you and Doyoung enjoyed the Christmas cookies that you baked and the hot chocolate that he made. It was a special moment just for the two of you, cuddling on the couch waiting for the clock to strike twelve while he sings for you. You’re in between his legs, feeling the vibrations against your back while he’s singing, arms wrapped around you, and fingers intertwined. 

When it’s finally time to exchange gifts, you were both nervous about your gifts because truth be told you don’t know each other that deep yet. However, great efforts are done for a perfect first Christmas together. 

“I will completely understand if these are not enough-“ 

“These? How many did you get me?” you giggle as you cut him off.

“Merry Christmas, I love you” he kissed you sweetly on your lips as he hands you his gifts. “Open mine later” he added.

“Okay, my turn then” you grab a small leather box under the tree and hand it to him. “This is so not you, but I figured, you’re always away so if you use this every day, you’ll remember home. I love you, Merry Christmas” 

He opened the leather box and smiled so sweetly at the gift that you gave him, “Here I’ll help you put it” you remove the Rolex watch from the box and showed him the back of it, “From home, I love you” he reads it with teary eyes and in a short span of time, he’s crying and kissing you one too many times. A lot is running in his mind, thinking about how much he loves you and thinking about Taeyong because again, he feels like he stole you from him. 

“I’m sorry, I’m dramatic. Here open this first” he gets one of his gifts and handed it to you. 

As you open the gift with glee, you don’t know if he wrapped the wrong gift or-

“It’s not new. It’s what you think it is” your favorite sweater that he owns. “You love wearing it, wear this instead of wearing Taeyong’s” he helps you wear it quietly as you process what he just said. It’s like a wakeup call that he is the one here beside you now, it’s time to heal. “A-about the ring, let just uhm… wait for the right time for that,” he kissed you again on the lips and reached for the two other gifts that aren’t wrapped. 

“These two are, like, things you can use to cheer yourself up whenever I’m away and whenever you miss me” it’s a video of him singing several songs for you to watch, and a plane ticket to where his work is taking him next. 

“Doyoung, these are perfect” you were completely speechless, in tears, and happy because he was right, he understands you and he knows you miss him whenever he’s away. 

“I told you, I get it” he smirked to cheer you up, “now enough crying. Let’s call your parents and my parents, let’s greet them together” 

And so your first Christmas with Doyoung was peaceful and full of love, meaningful and unforgettable. You wish to have more Christmas with this man holding your hand while he dials his mother’s phone number with one hand. For the first time, you don’t feel like Taeyong is going to be mad about seeing you and Doyoung, you feel like he is the one who brought you together so you could take care of each other. 

Present time, Two years with Doyoung

After visiting your late fiance, you left Doyoung alone with Taeyong to respect their friendship and to give Doyoung some privacy. He can be very sincere and private with these things and especially when it comes to Taeyong. While waiting for your boyfriend inside the car, you were looking for a bottle of water and looked inside the console only to be surprised with a small velvet box with a diamond ring inside it. 

The night Taeyong asked you to marry him flashes back in your mind like a movie. You didn’t want to be engaged again, it’s too soon you have to say no. But Doyoung doesn’t deserve that so you silently wish that he won’t propose soon. 

Hey, how are you up there? I’m sure you and Ruby are having a great time. Ruby, please take care of our Taeyong up there, hmm? And…I will take care of Y/n, down here. We’ve been together for more than a year now. I know you won’t let me apologize but hyung, I’m sorry. Love is unexpected and I’ve been taking care of her since you’ve been away and it just happened. 

I love her, hyung. I know you’re happy for us. I wish I could be you hyung, I wish I could make her happy too, I wish I could ask her to marry me someday too. But I always disappoint her hyung, and that’s holding me back.

Doyoung says goodbye to Taeyong after saying his honest feelings to his best friend, and as you see your boyfriend walking towards the car, you quickly put the velvet box inside the console and pretend that you didn’t see anything or something that will change your life. “So… where do you want to eat? Home? I can cook” you quickly lightened up the mood for him because it’s obvious that he cried. 

“Sounds perfect,” he says and started the engine to drive back home. It was silent the whole drive, as expected, but it’s a comfortable silence. 

A lot has happened in your two-year relationship already, although it was always on a slow pace, no one actually cared as long you still have each other. As part of moving on from Taeyong’s death together, you and Doyoung decided to live together and so he moved in with you. Soon, sex is present in your relationship even though sometimes you can’t help but remember the nights you have with Taeyong. Nonetheless, living together both gave you a fresh start and an opportunity to build your own story. 

You made dinner while Doyoung makes a few calls and finish some paperwork in the living room. He didn’t notice you were spacing out but he noticed you were quiet. You waited for him to pop the question, expect him to get on one knee any minute but he shows no sign of it. 

“You saw something, didn’t you?” he finally blurted out. It was just a wild guess, he wasn’t sure that you saw the ring from the console but he had a hunch. 

“Yes” you nod awkwardly with a sly smile, “and it’s beautiful, not to mention big” 

So he guessed right. He stopped eating and smiled at you before reaching your hand, “I’m desperate to make you happy that’s why. I bought it because I missed you and I saw how you were so happy that night when Taeyong proposed to you. I wish to make you happy like that-“ 

“But you do make me happy,” you said sternly. 

“Not enough. We will get there” he kissed you on your forehead and told you, “Eat up and don’t be anxious. I’m not mad you saw it and I most certainly not going to ask you to marry me when I know you’re not yet ready” he winked and continue eating.

“But you will someday, right?” you have to ask him that so he knows you love him so much that you wanted forever with him. 

“Of course, now eat your food its getting cold” 

After that much needed conversation with Doyoung, you started slowly with building your life back and bring the old you back. It’s not easy to bring your established like back after abandoning it for almost two years, but slowly and with Doyoung by your side you believe that it's possible. Progress may be slow when it comes to healing but at least you try and continue to live.

You started with self love and the little things that speak change. You got a haircut which Doyoung really loved, you bought new clothes and donated the old ones, and with every courage you have, you store every little thing that Taeyong gave you in a special box and kept it safely in the storage room. You now understand that he can live forever in your heart and you don’t need to see the things that he gave to you just so you can feel his presence again.  

Whenever Doyoung is away for work, you didn’t succumb to sadness and shut yourself out from the outside world. This time, you focus on the things that are in front of you and cherish them. Having an outlet for support and comfort is important, and whenever Doyoung is away, that role would be perfect for your family. You visit them every week and spend time with them as much as you can. But when Doyoung is home, you shower him with love and attention that he deserves and never waste a minute you can have with him.  

Even if it’s hard to move on from your established relationship with Taeyong, slowly you accept that Taeyong is gone and Doyoung is the one loving you now.  

Three years with Doyoung 

That’s what Christmas memories are made from. They’re not planned, they’re not scheduled, nobody puts them in their Blackberry. They just happen. - Deck the Halls, 2006 

It’s Christmas season again and Doyoung will be home in a few hours and you make sure to busy yourself and welcome him home warmly with lots of food and an apartment full of Christmas decorations. It’s challenging to level to with Doyoung’s sweetness but you really really want to try and welcome him properly. 

While you were waiting for Doyoung, you accidentally dozed off while you were watching Netflix and completely missed his grand entrance. He was happy that the place looks good and you managed to put the decorations all by yourself and waited for him to get home to put the Christmas tree together. Not to mention the place smells good and it made him hungry. 

He woke you up with kisses until you realize that you’re not having a dream and welcome him with a tight embrace. “I was supposed to welcome you, but I dozed off. Sorry” you cup his face and kissed him lovingly. He smells like fresh breeze and car air freshener at the same time, that’s the smell of home for you now. You smile in between the kiss and tug his coat and pants, telling him to take them off because you need him and in a few minutes you’re both in bed naked and grinding on each other. 

“It’s good that you’re in the mood” he groans as he kisses your neck, touching your body like how you want him to, kneading your boobs and brushing his fingers softly on your nipples to make it hard. He feels you spreading your legs and rolling your hips under him and feel his hard cock, he gets the message of course and lines his cock in your entrance. He kissed you on the lips, nipping your lower lip and sucking your tongue as he pushes inside, making you whine and hold onto him as he continues to put his whole cock inside you. “tight- you’re so tight” he took his time feeling your tight walls as you clench and unclench with heavy breaths and sharp gasps as he rolls his hips oh so slowly. The motion of his thrust just makes you grip his shoulders tightly because it feels so fucking good. 

During the slow thrust, he kissed you down from your lips, neck, chest, and suck your boobs to help you put on edge. You let out an airy moan and you feel Doyoung smile in between sucking. Your hand rakes his soft locks as you enjoy and every bit of what he’s doing to you but he reaches for your hand and puts it above your head. He pulls away from your body, pinned your arms on top of you, and said, “keep your legs open” in a very low and sex tone, before he kisses you hungrily and double his pace. You hear skin slapping surrounds the room and your eyebrows starting to furrow because you’re getting near. Doyoung slams his cock inside you and put his right thumb on your clit without any warning which made you close your legs, he removes it in an instant and pinched your nipples making you sensitive, and let out a whine. 

“Come on I miss you, don’t close your legs” he kissed you again before he returns his thumb to your clit and overstimulates you, putting more pressure on his thumb as he continues to fuck you. Your legs were giving up and you feel so fucking weak but it feels great to have Doyoung do this to you. 

You smiled through your orgasm and Doyoung stopped overstimulating you but touched your body oh so softly with his cold fingers, as you shiver on sensitivity. 

“Ride me? Hmm?” he requests he continues to touch you and feel your legs shake. You can only nod in approval because you’re still high from your orgasm and you’re really tired, but this is your chance to return the favor to him. He switched your bodies and lie comfortably underneath you, caressing your arms and thighs until you’re ready to move.

To get the ball running, you licked his nipples like what he did to you which caught him off guard because that is the first time you did it to him. He smiles and whispered near your ear that he liked it so you continue to do a great job and made his nipples swollen until you have the strength to ride him. 

You removed his cock from your pussy and kissed him for a few minutes, annoying him because it’s obvious that he’s needy tonight. “Since when did you learn how to tease? That’s my job” he reached for your hands and put them on his chest so he can caress your arm while you ride him. You sink on his cock slowly like how he put his cock earlier and he was smirking the whole time because he finally realized that you’re doing everything he did to you. “You’re in trouble,” he says but he was breathing heavily now because you started rolling your hips slowly. 

“I just missed you baby that’s all” you smiled at him so sweetly and it made him flustered. 

You rolled your hips slowly until he’s losing his mind underneath you. Swearing and closing his eyes, parting his lips and letting out beautiful moans. “You sound good Kim Doyoung, as always” you reached for his lips and double your pace, putting him on edge in an instant and moaning so loud until his toes curled and his hands are on your hips and he’s thrusting upwards, shooting his cum inside you, every bit of it. 

He became instantly weak and sensitive but you didn’t take advantage of that. Instead, you surprise him with your Christmas wish. You came closer to him and lay comfortably on top of him while his cock is still inside you, you feel his hand swing behind you and caress your back like he’s telling you to give him a few minutes. 

“I want a baby” 

You blurted out and shock your boyfriend completely, he looked directly into your eyes and let out a small laugh. “Okay stop taking pills from now on- or you already did?” his eyes went big when you gave him a devious smile. 

“Y-you…” he was speechless but he looks happy, “Okay. Let’s have a baby, if you get pregnant then- wow, just wow.”

“How about you, what’s your Christmas wish?” you waited for his answer with a smile, hoping that he’ll ask you to marry him now. 

“I’m not going to ask you to marry me while my cock is still inside you, if that’s what you’re thinking” You both burst into laughter and you remove his cock inside you and lay beside him, cum dripping on your folds and your body is still sensitive. 

“Still no. But yes, asking you to marry me is my Christmas wish. And I think it already came true, because clearly you will say ‘yes’” he kissed your hand and you told him, you love him and asked if he’s hungry. That night, you and Doyoung ate a lot of good food, attempted Netflix and chill but soon turned out to making out and having sex again. 

The next day, you spent the entire day finding the perfect tree from the stores and spent the whole night decorating the Christmas tree. It has been your tradition to put up a Christmas tree together ever since you two happened and it was always a great time. When you’re all done and you’re both relaxed on the couch with two mugs of hot chocolate on the table, Doyoung thought that this may be a perfect time because it’s quiet and it’s just the two of you. 

You felt him caress your hand and you notice he’s been looking at it, “your hand looks better with a diamond ring on it” he says, and without any warning, he put the ring on your finger and just looked at you. It was nothing extra like how Taeyong did it, but while he was slipping the ring on your finger, you remember every situation you faced together, all the tough times, all the crying, and all the disappointment but you stayed together. 

And that’s what makes this proposal special. 

“Yes” you said quietly, your heart is full of happiness and joy that you’re speechless, and all you can do it cry tears of joy. 

“I know” he kept you close and kissed you, “wish came true” he smiled and kissed the ring on your finger.  

[seeds-and-sins]

F**kin’ Diabolical (Chapter 2)

Master List

Pairing: Homelander / Original Female Character, Billy Butcher / Original Female Character

Rating: M (Strong language, sexual themes)

Decription: Carly Danvers is a reporter/radio show host/annoying little piece of- For reasons unknown to Vought, she decided to start a one man investigation on Vought's operation. Her efforts had been quite successful so far, so much so that Stillwell would have done anything to see the young girl dead. Turns out Stillwell didn't have to do anything at all, while one piece of evidence against Vought causes Danvers to fly too close to the sun. And Homelander flies after her.

Chapter Summary; Carly, Allen, and the doctor end up going to the Vought lab. What follows are some unexpected events, avert your eyes.

    Stillwell was calmly going through leftover paperwork for the day, considering that perhaps she should head home soon, but she wasn’t tired enough quite yet. She removed her readers, the stillness and silence of her office engulfed her, gave her a place to think. She wondered if Homelander was watching her this very moment, fantasizing about her, her breasts, her body, or maybe she was lost to him. Ever since Danvers came around, it had been hard for him to focus on anything else but that stupid girl. Maybe Stillwell needed to resort to other methods, maybe the girl needed to go for good.

Boom!

   Homelander stormed into the office, the door falling off a hinge and going crooked. Stillwell jumped from her seat, words of shock and annoyance threatening to leave her lips. Homelander calmly walked over to the remote that was sitting soundly on the arm rest of the couch and he flicked the TV on. The news showed a familiar building, burning down to the ground, as firefighters were on the scene hosing it down. The credits read on the bottom, 'Vought lab fire, twenty-three dead'. Homelander turned to Stillwell, jaw tight as he waited for her to explain. Stillwell shook her head and gestured to the TV for an explanation.

"Did you do this?" 

"I was going to ask you the same question." Homelander's grip nearly crushed the remote as he increased the volume on the TV, the news reporter flashed onto the screen.

"Among the twenty three found dead. One did survive and is in critical condition at the NYC hospital. Carly Danvers hosts a radio show called 'Not so Super Superheroes'. She has no family, but her supporters have asked the police to do a thorough investigation into potential reasons why she was being held at the Vought facility-"

"That little bitch." Stillwell growled, Homelander's glare intensified. Madelyn felt her heart skip, wondering the lengths that Homelander would go for this Carly Danvers girl. She realized she needed to work her magic again, get Homelander on her side. Madelyn stepped up closer to Homelander. He crossed his arms, finally crushing the remote in his grasp, pieces of it falling to the floor. "I knew nothing about this, baby. I truly didn't. You know how much Danvers hates our operation here, she would do anything to get back at us..." Her fingers crawled their way up Homelander's bicep and his expression clenched as it dawned on him what Madelyn was hinting at. "Maybe even burn down a Vought facility."

"She wouldn't do that." Homelander shot out between clenched teeth, hating how much the girl had had an effect on him. A pathetic human flesh bag was what she was, but the way she made him feel... While at times Stillwell cowered behind her desk, Danvers was headstrong and determined. She never allowed Homelander to get in her way, no matter how powerful he was.

"And how would you know?" Homelander didn't want to seem soft for the girl, but Carly Danvers had a heart unlike anyone he had met. Really, she did, she really cared about people and she wanted to make a difference in the world. It was one characteristic, among many, that made her so amusing to him. Especially when she talked so highly of him, when he knew the monster he was.

Well, he also knew that this game of theirs wouldn't last long. She was part of the opposition, eventually she would intervene in his plans and he couldn't let that stand, no matter how much he liked her.

"I will take care of it." Was all Homelander stated in reply, it was a stern, stoic tone that made Madelyn shiver the slightest bit. He then turned and stormed out of the room, leaving Madelyn to stand there with this wicked glimmer on her lips.

"Authorities will wait until Danvers comes to so that they can investigate the causes of the fire further and perhaps foulplay. It appears a protest has broken out at the scene of the fire. We tune into one of Carly Danvers strongest supporters at the scene."

"Danvers was murdered because she knew too-"

   When Homelander arrived at the hospital, he was welcomed with open arms, guided to exactly where Carly was. He greeted the investigators with a ‘you are the real heroes’, everybody always loved that, and then proceeded into her individual room. Hovering over her was a doctor in scrubs, taking notes on a clipboard, measuring her vitals, a melodic beeping sound echoed through the quiet of the room. Homelander closed the door behind him, alerting his presence to the doctor. The doctor turned to face him, a bright anxious smile flew onto his once neutral expression.

As he moved aside he revealed to Homelander the person of none other than Carly Danver. What surprised Homelander the most out of everything before him was the fact that she was absolutely intact. She was the survivor of a horrible fire, and yet, she looked as beautiful and as glorious as she had been that morning. A breathing tube shoved into her nose, sensors attached to her chest, and her hair fanned around her head as though she was an angel. She was doning oversized patient garb, her hands laid out over the blanket that had been pulled up to her stomach. 

"H-Homelander? I can't believe you're here..." The doctor sputtered, Homelander stepped further out, hands pinned behind his back as he cautiously approached Carly's bedside. He stopped at the foot of the bed, overlooking her with his x-ray vision, no broken bones, no abnormalities, she was absolutely fine. Homelander ignored the doctor as he asked questions about getting his autograph, or how he flew, or basic fan questions that annoyed Homelander more than anything. But, he was too wrapped up in the fact that Carly Danvers was perfectly fine to so much as acknowledge that nuisance. "Oh, uh, yeah," The doctor checked himself at Homelander’s undying gaze over Carly, and nodded his head. "You wouldn't believe it. We couldn't even poke her with a needle. She's got to be a superhero like you." Homelander's eyebrows furrowed, without a word, he held his hand out towards the doctor. 

   The doctor hesitantly handed him the clipboard, and Homelander nodded his head towards the door, for him to leave. The doctor wasn't going to question Homelander so he left as requested, closing the door on his way out. His eyes flitted from the words on the papers, the reports, the wonders, and back to Carly, who was laying there in all her magnificence, innocent to anything that was happening at the moment.

Eyelids hot to the touch.

Needle bent as it penetrated skin.

Blood pressure cuff popped as it expanded around bicep of patient.

Patient in state that would expect caretakers to proceed with caution.

   Homelander couldn't help the knowing grin as he processed the scribbled analysis, he moved around the bed and slowly plopped himself down next to Carly's coma ridden body. He reached a hand out towards her, a gloved hand that traced over her cheek with delicate precision.

"Oh Carly, Carly, always getting into trouble."

"And this is it, the room where the real magic happens." Doctor Miles Porter slammed the double doors open with a renewed energy, not even while guiding Allen and Carly down the hallway did he have such rigor. In fact, at the very start, he was sluggishly dragging himself along and carrying himself with haste. Carly wrote it off as the emotional connection he had to his trade, a scientist inside a lab, where he practically lived.

  The main lab was giant, much bigger in comparison to the hallways that snaked and cornered around the building, bordering offices where superior employees of Vought worked daily. It was not much different in that the overall theme still reminded Carly of a hospital. As Allen filmed behind her with his iPhone, she cracked a few jokes about the likeness. Alongside the walls of the lab stood tall shelves that had boxes, both cardboard and glass alike. The Doctor gestured to them excitedly, moving about the room with a natural grace, weaving between the island counters where beakers and expensive scientific equipment rested. "This is where Compound V is made." Carly crossed her arms and shrugged, since they had arrived at the lab a sense of unease have came over her. Usually not one to shy away from trespassing, or being mischievous, she had been cautious, alert, and uncomfortable as soon as she entered the building.

"Hol-Holy shit, Carls. I don't know about this." Allen stammered out, she faced him. He had gone into one of the boxes that were on the shelves, he removed a plastic bag that was filled with a blue liquid. Her eyes narrowed, and she nodded in acknowledgement. She faced the doctor again, eyes keened on him as she followed through the counters. He was pulling objects from their places, mixing liquids together, fiddling with unmarked micro plates.

"You think that's a good idea, doc?" She shoved her hands into her pockets, restraining the impulse to touch anything. "We already have to worry about the security cameras."

"Screw the security cameras, what about the guards?" Allen nervously clutched his hand over his thigh, hunched over, steadying his breathes. Hand still raised, continuously filming the whole ordeal. 

"There are no guards." Miles plainly stated, he exhaled with a sigh of content, and then started shoving the closed containers into his pockets. 

"Ey, look, we came here because you said you had proof. All I see is a bunch of blue stuff." 

"Hahaha, but you don't see what I see, my child." He rushed over to one of the boxes, removing a package of the mysterious gel like substance. He held it out to her, eyes crazed, grin plastered tightly to his cheeks, only adding to her unease. "It's genetic transformation, evolution fueled by humanity's lust and greed." He scurried over to one of the workbenches, back now turned to her as he arranged something on the counter. "The ability to create life." He spun on his heels, a syringe now in hand, drawn back with the blue compound V inside. Carly cocked her head at him, concern drawn on her features and she shook her head. 

"Maybe we should go."

"No, no, let me explain how it works." He placed the opened syringe on a table, tilted his head at her awkwardly. "There are several different types of Compound V, depending on the quality, of course." Carly continued to circumspect the lab space, taking in as much as she could. Her first thought was Homelander, how she had always lauded him for being a true hero. At the end of the day, he was still indestructible and strong as ever, but something changed at the thought that none of that was really his own. "The dosage, also can determine how strong the heroes abilities will be. Homelander's powers were much more focused, but he also received high quality doses at higher intakes, as an infant."

"What?" She turned to face him, eyes wide. "A-As a baby??"

"Yes. That is how Vought creates heroes, they give doses to children at young ages, wait until they grow and voila."

"But, that's-that's-" She was speechless, how could anybody do such a thing? Be so evil? For money? The ethical implications of this whole project far surpassed what she ever was investigating on her show.

"As children their bodies can easily adjust to the compound you see, but adults have to take smaller doses. It can result in death if not taken properly, especially if all at once. Its easier for a child to take to than an adult, in other words." He snorted, as if it was some sort of joke, she couldn't help but glare at him.

"How could anybody do something like this? It's horrible."

"Carly..." Allen's shaky voice met her ears like a roaring calm, a calm before the storm. He was shaking, visibly so, his hand lowering his phone as he stared into her eyes. "This isn't about us anymore." Carly could feel tears stinging at her eyes. That if the doctor was right, everything she ever knew would be a lie. She grew up on heroes, thinking that they were real, thinking that they were good. She still thought they were, that perhaps some heroes still did do good, but not all of them. That's why she made the show, to hold them accountable for their actions, and yet here she stood. She was being told that heroes were always a lie, that none of them were good. "We are about to give into this conspiracy..." Allen turned his gaze to Miles as he shot out that word. "And admit that heroes aren't real, that they were created by lies and corruption, by capitalism? What about everybody who believes in them? Who trusts them? What about Homelander? And Queen Maeve? Good people?" She dropped her head, chin to her chest as she considered his words. 

"Allen," She straightened herself, no longer needing to force the tears away, the shock, she glanced back into Allen's eyes and took a breath. That confidence in her, that determination, that spark. "We can't run away from the truth. We can't continue to hide under Vought's lies. Even if we want them to be true." She then stepped forward, nodding to the doctor, leaving Allen to stand there in his loneliness. "Tell me more, doc." 

"Parents sell their infants out at birth, to our-Vought, I mean." He cleared his throat, licked his hips, picking up the syringe again. "We inject doses into the children at a specific location, away from prying eyes."

"Here?"

"Perhaps. I was never allowed into those particular sections of the facility." Carly hadn't realize that she had now made her way closer to the doctor. Fingers tenderly tracing the surface of the metal counteracts as she went. She took a deep breath, closing her eyes, allowing herself a moment to think, to accept the information given to her. 

"If you can show that to us," Her eyelids fluttered open, baby blues, crystal clear in the docs direction."We will have all the evidence we need."

"Absolutely." He grinned, and then the double doors swung open again, revealing two guards, clad in black protective gear. With their guns aimed upwards towards the three of them.

"Hands up! Now! Allen and Carly's hands shot up high in surrender, but the doctor stood stock still. 

"I forgot to tell you one thing, Carly!"

"Shut up, you stupid fuck!" Shouted one of the guards, closing in towards Allen with handcuffs dangling in the opposite hand. 

"Put the syringe down, now!" Went the other.

"I perfected the compound." And it all happened so fast. The doctor was rushing towards Carly with the needle outright, shots fired, penetrating his chest just as the syringe pierced Carly's chest. She fell backward under his weight, blood spattered out onto her jacket and shirt as she hit the ground. 

"Carly!"

"Shut up!" Allen was hit upside the head by one of the guards, where Allen collapsed to the ground in a shrill of pain, the other guard held his radio up. 

"We are going to need some more guys down in lab zero." Carly's skin tingled, her vision blurred as she glanced down at the doctor's face. His body draped over her own from the fall, an empty syringe sticking from her chest. As the life left his sour face, his lips quirked into a smile, last breath shakily snuffed out. She didn't know how to explain what she was feeling, but it didn't feel good. The doctor's words from before sinking into her mind, that these might be her final moments as the compound coursed through her. 

 The guard had now made his way to her, he yanked the needle from her, tossing it to the side. There was yelling and orders, and Allen was crying at one point, but it was all fuzzy over the piercing ring in her eardrums. When she wasn't responding in time, the guard dragged the doctor's dead body off of her and twisted her body over to slam her face against the cold white marble floor. She didn't feel it. All that she felt was the tingling, and the splintering pain of an extremely horrible headache coming on. Everything felt like it was in slow motion now, while her eyes frantically viewed what she could from her place on the floor. Across from her she could see Allen, blood pouring from his nose and as she focused on the red, she could pick up its copper smell. Allen shouted, the butt of a rifle hit down onto Carly's jaw, but nothing. Black fragments flung out before her eyes, Allen's own eyes widened at the movement and then she was being flipped back over onto her back. 

   She couldn't even move her limbs, they felt like dead weight, limp. She closed her eyes, the sound of her own breath coming too, the voices still shrouded in that harsh ringing. When she opened them she saw red, the images around her, covered in a bright hue of crimson. Then screaming finally passed the barrier of a consistent tone that thundered into her senses. Burning, something rancid, down to the core, floating into her nostrils and they stung. Red was all over and then as she finally had control over her body... darkness.

[monstartle]

The Kelpie

Pairing: Straight

Length: ~2,300

Not suited for public environments

Decription: You find yourself at your grandparent’s beach home after your own parent’s passing, fixing to sell the property as it’s tie to you brings nothing but sadness. But when an old friend appears, he completely changes your view as he persuades you to keep the home.

Your family always took a trip down to the beach at the very end of the summer. It was mostly to visit your grandparents, who had a house within walking distance to a private beach, but it was also to wind down your summers with a positive vibe.

Eventually, your parents ended up moving into the beach house after your grandparents. But with your parents bittersweet passing, you inherited the house. You hadn't been to the house during the summer for years now, but you remember playing along the tidepools, spotting tiny octopi, and helping stranded starfish back into the water. You remembered exactly how the speckled sand felt between your toes, and how the sun touched your skin.

You smiled, imagining all the fun adventures and creatures you'd imagine along the beach when you were little. But now you stood at the edge where the tides brushed against the sand, deep in thought, gazing at the moon's reflection in the waves.

The absence of your parents weighed heavy on you. You didn't want to admit it, but you've thought about selling the property, thinking it would help you heal. Your best friend convinced you that maybe spending the weekend at the house would change your mind, but you were beginning to think that she would be wrong about that.

You were about to head inside when something underneath the water caught your eye. You froze, staring and hoping to get a better look. You almost missed the second time it occurred, this time closer to the shore, and when it moved a third time, it broke the water.

In the darkness of the night, it looked as if a strong, black horse had risen from the sea, but as it approached the shore, it became much clearer what the creature was. It's mane mixed with seaweed, and it had gill slits behind it's cheek. It's tail looked thick with muscle, and instead of hair, it ended with a tailfin. The creature was just like the kelpie you had imagined as a child, or at least...thought you had imagined.

"Wait," you said. "I know you."

The horse— sorry, kelpie stepped forward, and as soon as it's hoof touched the sand, it shifted into a man with long, seaweed filled hair and flowing garments.

"Arlan," His name slipped out of your mouth, like you hadn't forgotten about him all these years. "Is it really you?"

The memories came flooding back now, you two used to play together along the beach. He saw you trying to rescue all the creatures who were stranded at the tide pools after the tide had gone down, and he admired your efforts and befriended you. You both were a lot younger then, and now he was oh so handsome.

"I didn't think I would see you again," He began, embracing you with a hug. "You've grown so much! Look at how beautiful you are."

You flushed, returning the hug. "I could say the same thing about you."

"What are you doing here?" He asked.

You bit your lip and avoided his eyes. "My mother and father left the house to me...I'm here because I'm thinking about selling it."

"Oh, but you can't!" Arlan gasped. "You just got here."

The look on his face melted your heart. Being with Arlan in this moment brought back even happier memories that you thought you made up or even forgotten. It made the pain of your family's absence more bearable.

"Well, I'm staying the whole weekend at least. It'd be nice if we could catch up?"

Arlan's eyes lit up. "I'd love that."

You lead him up the wooden steps and into the beach house. Your take-out still sitting on the kitchen island from earlier that evening, but everything else was the way your parents and grandparents had left it.

"Do you remember the time you snuck me into this house? It almost feels like that now, almost as if nothing has changed," he whispered.

You smiled, remembering how you two almost got caught because you were giggling so much that night. Eventually Arlan had to sneak back down the beach before his parents had found out. "I do remember."

You both sat down on the living room couch. The giant windows open, letting the gentle breeze of the night roll in.

You talked about your schooling and career, you filled Arlan in on the passing of your grandparents and parents, and answered any questions he had about the human world. You told him about your friends back at your current place, and filled him in on funny inside jokes you had with them. You asked him about what his life has been like since you stopped visiting the beach and he told you about the fae court that he worked in. You marveled at how the fae world was intertwined with your own, yet so unnoticed.

"But, if humans and fae aren't supposed to interact and humans aren't supposed to know that you exist...why did you show yourself to me again? I could have gone on knowing that you were just a piece of my imagination."

Arlan's face faltered. "Seeing you brought back so many happy memories...I know I couldn't just be a distant thought to you anymore. I had to talk to you again."

"Arlan…" Your heart fluttered. "You're...not going to get in trouble, are you?"

"Nah," Arlan smirked. "Unseelie are supposed to kidnap humans, I can bend the rules a little."

"Have you really kidnapped someone before?" You gasped.

He chuckled. "Oh heavens no. It's a bit archaic of unseelie to do something like that now. Some fae still do out of tradition, but no. We have more important matters to attend to."

You both chatted some more. Your head was now buzzing with questions about the court and the unseelie. He filled you in as much as he was allowed to, promising more information in the future. But eventually, you found yourself falling asleep.

You woke up in the large bed of the master room. You stretched in bed, thinking last night could have been a dream. You rushed to get ready, scarfing something down quick before bounding out the door and heading to the beach.

When Arlan didn't come, your heart sank. Perhaps it was all just a dream?

But just as you turned around to trek back up the path to your house, a familiar voice sounded behind you.

"Going back so soon?"

"Arlan!" You spun around quickly and almost toppled him over with your hug. "I thought I dreamt you up."

He pet your hair in the embrace. "What can I do to convince you to stay? To not sell the house?" His voice sounded solemn.

You broke the embrace to get a better look at him. Then you turned to look at the house in the distance. "I... don't know. This house...while it holds great memories, it reminds me of death."

Arlan took your hand gently and began to lead you toward the house.

"Where are we going?"

"You'll see."

As you entered the house, he lead you up the stairs and along a hallway until you stopped at the end of it. He looked up and you followed his gaze. It was the attic's entrance.

He pulled the string that brought the attic ladder down and began to climb.

"Watch your step," he said, looking over his shoulder at you.

As you made it inside, you looked around at some of the dusty, stored items. Old furniture and toys dotted the attic. Arlan pulled down a box labeled "mementos", setting it in between the two of you and opened it.

In it was a photo album, various medals won from junior sports, and other trinkets. Arlan grabbed and opened the photo album.

Inside were pictures of your family. Most involving grandma as a child, growing up at the beach. Then, as she grew older in the photos, grandpa began to make an appearance. The book showed Grandma and Grandpa's marriage, and then ended with the birth of your father and his sister.

Seeing the photos made you smile. "It's...comforting seeing that life did take place here once."

"And it can happen again," Arlan said while brushing his fingers against your cheek. It sent goosebumps down your body.

"Do you mean...you and... I?" You said, flustered.

"Well, I mean, eventually." He pondered. "That is, if you wanted to… with me."

"Oh, Arlan." Your blush deepened. "I want nothing more in the world."

"So, you'll stay?" His eyes lit up. "You won't sell the house?"

You gave it a long thought. "I'll stay," you agreed.

His excitement got the better of him and he pulled you into a kiss. Your stomach did flips, begging to release the butterflies that it held in place. You giggled into the kiss, not really wanting him to stop.

You packed everything back up except for the photo album, which you brought downstairs with you to place on a mantle.

Arlan couldn't keep his hands off of you after that. "Sorry," he said, wrapping his hands around your waist and kissing your neck. "I'm just so happy."

His kisses tickled you. "Don't apologize," you said, petting the side of his face. "I'm enjoying the attention." You breathed in his scent. He smelled like sea and spices.

You kissed him once more and felt your feet leave the floor as he picked you up and walked you to the bedroom. You smiled into the kiss, admittedly excited for what was going to happen.

He laid you gently on the bed, hovering over your figure for a moment. "Do you want this?"

Your fingertips reached for his skin. "Very much so."

He kissed you once more before trailing kisses down your neck as he unbuttoned your shirt. As soon as your skin was exposed, his fingers explored every inch. Fingertips met breast and nipple, and as he toyed with the flesh you found it hard to keep your little noises at bay.

He left a hickey on your hip, and then replaced a hand with his mouth, dancing his tongue around your nipple. His touch was driving you crazy, and felt as if you should return the favor as your hands roamed around his torso until your hands wandered to his hardening member. When you brushed your fingertips along the shaft you felt it twitch and Arlan himself tensed up. You brushed along its body again, hoping for a similar reaction, but instead he found his way into your underwear. You had been so concentrated on what you were doing that you didn't notice until one of his fingers met your flesh. The surprise caused you to grab ahold of his arm for support.

"So wet already," he whispered. It sent shivers down your spine.

His long hair brushed against your stomach as he stripped you of your underwear. His tongue met your flesh in one long stroke. You bucked your hips out of reflex and felt his hands grab your hips to ground you. He found your clit and began to suck. You never thought something could feel this good, and it was a good thing he had a grip on your hips because you spasmed and flailed as he continued to pleasure you.

Your hand flew to his hair as you felt yourself approach release. Your thighs closed in, and your back arched as you moaned his name aloud.

You heard as gasp as he came up for air. "Not yet," he panted.

He untied his loose fitting pants which allowed his now fully erect cock to spring to life.

Arlan rutted against your slick entrance and groaned in pleasure. You felt him ease in, buried to the hilt. "You feel so good," he sighed.

You could only moan in response, wiggling your hips to let him know that he could move.

He bucked into you once and shuddered. Then he slowly began to move his hips. His half lidded eyes lifted and a smile slowly formed on his lips. You couldn't help but smile back at this man you love, little butterflies rising up into your chest. He kissed you gently, petting your hair.

Arlan then grabbed both of your legs and brought them up over his shoulders. You were taken by surprise as the new position allowed him to push farther into you. His thumb found your clit once more as his hips met your round ass.

"Arlan," you whimpered. "Faster."

He complied and bent forward to kiss you. You must have been making quite the show because he mentioned how much he loved the sounds you were creating.

All of the little sensations were building up now. That tensing feeling crept up again. You reach out and cling to Arlan as he continues to thrust into you. He too begins to groan, his thrusts becoming more wild. Your whole body tenses, and your legs bring him close yet he's still somehow able to plow into you deeper, throwing you just over the edge of your climax. Arlan feels you spasm around his member and with one final thrust he stills, spilling his seed. You both lay there for a moment, panting and enjoying yourselves.

He wrapped his arms around your body after you both cooled off a bit. He was smiling down at you, lost in thought, and nothing but love in his eyes.

You giggled. "What?"

"Oh nothing. I was just thinking about what it would be like being your husband. And maybe eventually what it would be like with a little one running around."

Your heart danced at the thought and while picturing little toes in the warm sand, you fell asleep in Arlan's arms. Happiness was in your life once more.

[futurewriter2000]

Hi! May I get a ship for Harry Potter? I'm 5'5''. My hair is like Merida’s Hair from Brave. My favorite colors are the happy colors like red, pink, green, yellow, orange :D. I'm pretty extrovert and have a lot of friends but shy when it comes to love or relationships. Pretty sarcastic and sometimes I’m a teaser. I love kids, taking care of them and all. I'm pretty lazy, I sleep 12 hours per day. Oh, I love animals too so I'm vegan and I do volunteer work to take care of them Thanks in advance ✨.

I ship you with Cedric Diggory

Okay so I think you are a true Hufflepuff from that decription and I I’m going to put you in a Hufflepuff house (hope you aren’t nad about this.

Just as any girl, you had a crush on Cedric for a long time, since the day you joined the Hufflepuff table

He is a year older and he never noticed you. He always hangs out with his gang and your crush on him disappeared when you heard him overtalking with his friends. “Did you see her at the game? God I saw her from a mile away with her hair.” said one of his friends. -”Oh come on, don’t be so mean. I think they are cute.” replied Cedric, making you smile a bit. “Would you be happy with that kind of hair?” said the friend. “ You like her don’t you Cedric. You think she is hot.” said the other. “I don’t like her. I can’t even see her face from all the hair.” replied Cedric letting out a loud laugh.

Since than you the hated the guy. and you always sent him ugly looks, when the two of you passed by. 

He on the other hand didn’t mean what he said. Since that conversation he caught himself thinking about you multiple times. He never hated your hair, he rather found it cute and adorable. He notcied you few times. It was not hard to miss you but he got confused when you sent him a frown instead of a smile. That was completly new to him. A girl has never frowned at him. Usually a girl would fawn over him, when he sent her a smile, but you just turned your head and walked away.

Yes, your hair wasn’t perfect. They weren’t straight like other girls’, but that was excatly why you loved them. you loved your fuzzy and curly hair. There might be terrible when you brush them (that’s why you mostly dont), and they may annoy you like hell, but you loved them. 

Getting insulted by Cedric, the handsome, fair, kind and nice guy (or so you thought) really hurt you. You jjust though of him as a phoney two-faced bastard. (You were really hurt)

When you were on Hogsmead, entering the Three Broomsticks and saw him sitting with his friends at the table and drinking butterbeer. As soon as you entered, his eyes landed on you. You laughed with your friends, while sitting at your table and pulling down your hat and scarf. He loved seeing your smile. It was different seeing you smile instead of frown. The room felt brighter and happier. And your laugh. Oh my god he loved your laugh. It was definetly something he couldn’t describe.

So when you left to get another round of the butterbeer, he finally decided to confront you. “Hi.” he said, leaning on the barand pretending to read the menu. “Hello.” you replied, not bothering to make this conversation long. “You are (y/n), right.” he said, putting down the menu and turning to you. “That is correct.” you replied, still with your eyes glued on the poster. “Can I buy you a drink?”. You finally turned your head, to see gorgeous grey eyes smiling at you. God was he irresistable, but no. “ Thank you for the offer, but I’m good.” you said, still waiting for Rosmerta. “You don’t like me very much, do you?” -”What gave you that idea?” -”You seem to send me ugly looks or frown when I pass by.” You felt a bit guilty for that, but he offended you. “Oh, really? I thought you couldn’t see my face from my hair.” you said turning around to see a little boy talking with one of your friends. 

Cedric was confused a bit, but he remembered what he said. So when the little boy (your friends little brother) came running towards you, you put on a big smile and started talking to the boy. He loved how good you were with kids. You would completly glow around them. So as soon as he realized that you actually heard what he was saying to your hair, he wanted to appologise. “Look, (y/n). I really didn’t mean what I said back then. To be honest, I find your hair really cute and adorable. “ he said walking and putting a strand behind your hair.

You shut up, You had no idea what to say…like at all. “Well…urgh…It’s not going to be that easy.” you finally blurted out. -”How about a burger?” -”I’m vegan.” you replied, making him slightly embaressed. “Ugh, well… how about whatever vegans eat.” he smirked. You chuckled and put your hand on his shoulder. “You really do know how to ask a girl out.” you said sarcasticly. “But I’ll love to.”

He made you a lovely dinner in the common room and after that, the two of you went on a long walk. He spent the whole day appologising, for what he had said, and complimenting your hair all the time. 

You two started dating and since you slept for 12 hours a  day, he was always the one to wake you up. It was your favorite part of the day.

The two of you wouldn’t hold hands in public at first, since you felt a bit uncomfortable but time after time you would soon become obsessed with public affection, especailly if girls were around. He loved how you got jealous, when girls smiled or giggled when the two of you walked by. You became tense and a bit irratated. 

He on the other hand was worse than you. When it came to a boy even headed your way, he would make the most threathning expression and the boy would just turn around and go.

The weekends were mostly spend on cuddling, because you were to lazzy to get dressed in the morning. During your cuddling, you would talk nonstop about the animals in the shelters, where you volunteered during the summer. You loved talking about you favorites and he was happy to listen.

Instead of Cho, he asked you to the Yulle Ball in the most casual way possible. A rose in his hand and a playful smile on his face. It wasn’t what you expected, but it was better. In its own way, it was pretty romantic.

He never died and the two of you both moved in together, owning a lot of animals together. He would learn how to cook vegan meals only for you and he would be obsessed with your hair. “Don’t touch them Cedric. It’s annoying.” you would say, while being busy with your work. -”But they are so adorable. And the match your angry face right now. The two of you match perfectly. You are so mad, just like your hair.” he would tease you while pinching your cheeks. 

Amos would completly adore you. He would be obsessed with your future with Cedric. “Did you know Bill, the eldest in the Weasleys already got married. Can’t believe, that Arthur and Molly are this close to having kids. They probably can’t wait to be grandparents. Just imagine the joy.” he hinted towards the two of you.

You two would later laugh to this. “Hey Cedric. Do you want to have kids one day? I mean it’s just a question, I don’t want to freak you out with it, I know..” he would then shut up you with a kiss and smiled at you. “I would love to have kids one day. Maybe they will have my wife’s hair. “ -”Yeah. Maybe you could finally annoy the kid instead of your wife.” 

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I know this is like way too long but I just got caught up with it. Hope you like it. 

[thestagthatlovedthewolf]

I finished reading Magnus Chase and the Hammer of Thor this morning and it was really GOOD!!!I think I liked this one better, maybe because we alreadyknew the characters, and we didn’t need to be introduced  all the time, but there are still new characters :)

Also for people who really don’t want spoilers for The Hidden Oracle, do not read the last chapter. It’s really fun because it’s Magnus and Annabeth, but it doesn’t add to the is book, so you can leave it out if want. I haven’t read The Hidden Oracle and I still read the chapter, because I don’t particularly mind spoilers, and these are small ones, about the plot of the book and some general things that happened

I really LOVE that with this being a second book, we got to explore the characters a bit more, and we’re not just getting introduced anymore :)

Magnus is hiilarious - Rick Riordan’s writing is as funny as ever - and I LOVE he always has some TV references (including a Game of Thrones one), and I really LOVE how much he cares for everyone :D I LOVE his friendship with Sam - like he pointed out she is his sister, just like Annabeth, and like I’ve said that final scene is GREAT!! - and she’s so GOOD of a character, she’s strong but also vunerable, and I love characters that are more than one thing, because people are like that.

Also, while I’m not religious, I love characters who have a close connections with their religion (I also love that in Simon and Raphael in The Mortal Instruments series), and then Sam is Muslin which is a religion I know very little about, so it makes everything even more interesting, and I really love how much her God means to her and how she comes to peace with the existence of other Gods (or deities as she sees them), and it’s interesting how she explained it to Amir, and I also like how their relationship is explored - and arranged marriage but with love and friendship is behind it. (Also considering the world we live now, and the things that happened lately in the US, but are also said and felt in other places, it’s important to have representation, especially of a follower of a religion that’s been misrepresented, and this helps children and people understand that you should never blame a religion for a person’s mistake)

But still in terms of representation, we continue exploring Hearthstone, a deaf character, and we got a heartbreaking backstory, but it was interesting to meet his father, and as alwas I LOVE his relationship with Blitz - they always work so well together and I always LOVE how well they are there for Magnus

And there’s an important new character, who is Alex :) I heard about this character online, because again Alex brings diversity to the room, and it’s definitely the first character I’ve read who’s genderfluid (if it wasn’t for tumblr I wouldn’t even know what it meant), and it’s a great introduction to the theme - Alex tells us how she/he feels and what gender means to her/him, and it also very explicity says that even if it’s something it’s hard for you to understand that’s no excuse to not respect someone and accept them. But Alex was much more than that, always so much fun - with a different humour from Magnus’ - and again such a strong character, who’s also very close off and independent, and it was interesting to see how Alex fell into this group

The story was still GREAT as always, the adventure’s are always so much fun, and this one happens during less than a week, so you always got a feeling of urgency in everything. Thor is hilarious and a great contrast with Marvel-movies!Thor, the same with Heimdall - and I always love how this books pull the Gods down to Earth (and while I don’t know Nordic myths, with at least with Greek and Roman Gods, this down to Earth feel is good with the myths, because I always LOVE that those Gods)!!! And the end is so good, and I can’t wait to read more - also the decription with Loki having the venon falling on his face was a very strong image... But really the entire story keeps you waiting to read more!!!

(Also really shipping Mallory and Halfborn like crazy!!! They are both so much fun!!! And I really like how they interact with each other!!! But I’m curious to know if the fact that they are from different time periods has impacted their relationship...)

Again, I LOVED the book!!! I think I liked it more than the first one :D And I can’t wait to read the next one, and now I really want to read The Trials of Apollo too!!!

[talkingsquidphd]

Review: Scott Westerfeld, “Spill Zone”

Full disclosure: for getting me so into sf I decided to pursue a graduate degree in it, Scott Westerfeld can probably claim equal credit alongside Douglas Adams and my sf-paperback-loving dad. As a teen, I loved Westerfeld’s books for two reasons. One, Westerfeld’s protagonists tended to spend a lot of time exploring forests and mountains in ways that made my seemingly parallel rural New England surroundings more magical. After reading Uglies, for example, the sight of disused train tracks winding off into the woods gave me a little thrill as I imagined Tally and company hoverboarding along them. Two, Westerfeld was one of the few authors I knew who consistently delivered young adult (YA) dystopia that treated its protagonists neither as children, as does a frustrating, infantilizing subset of YA, nor as adults, as does an equally frustrating, overmaturizing subset of the genre. Rather, Westerfeld treats his teen protagonists as that ever-shifting, conflicted, and deeply powerful third entity entirely: actual teenagers.

Part of this has to do with how Westerfeld handles the “Chosen One” trope so prevalent in YA, in which the protagonist discovers they are some unique exception to an otherwise universal rule and therefore the only one who – supported by the “friendship” of Not-So-Chosen-Ones – can save the world. Not long ago, I heard Canadian sf author Jo Walton frame the difference between American and Canadian YA dystopia largely based on how each handles this trope. While American YA dystopia is about a Chosen One saving the world by overthrowing some monolothic institutional hegemony, Canadian YA dystopia tends to be about an average teen trying (and sometimes failing) to save their neighborhood by doing the best they can. According to Walton, this is a microcosm of the difference between American and Canadian sf – while American sf often explores fantasies of political agency, Canadian sf tends to be about people without that agency still trying to get things done. By Walton’s standards, Westerfeld’s YA dystopia intriguingly comes down somewhere in the middle; while his protagonists are often Chosen Ones who have special powers and/or lead amazingly coordinated political resistances, the fight is often not stacked in their favor, the “power of friendship” is no silver bullet, and they don’t always win. This adds real stakes – stakes that many products of the YA dystopia boom seem too timid to wager.

Little wonder, then, that when I picked up Spill Zone – my first Westerfeld in years – I spent 90% of my first reading trying to decide whether it was A) YA and B) the kind of fiction I had so idolized Westerfeld for writing in my youth. The answer to A, I decided, was ultimately not as important as I first thought. The answer to B, I am happy to report, is a firm yes.

To touch briefly on the graphic novel’s YA-ness – it’s definitely a mistake to assume Spill Zone is straightforward YA from its seemingly straightforward YA dust-jacket premise: Addison, a teenage girl with a camera and a younger sister to feed, regularly sneaks into a forbidden, bizarro-world nuclear fallout zone near her house and takes photos to sell to a black-market art world eager for a peek inside the “Spill Zone.” While this describes the starting conditions of the plot, it primed me to expect from Spill Zone a “freedom of press” story, its driving conflict between a rebellious teen artist and authoritarian forces trying to conceal what could be a government cover-up. Not so.

In the course of its 200-page run, Spill Zone quickly takes five or six left turns into even weirder territory, eventually boasting a plot which involves animate telepathic stuffed animals, heavily mutated talking wolves who somehow know Addison’s name, and a parallel “Spill Zone” and survivor in North Korea. Yes, North Korea. The result is a dark and original premise that gets darker and stranger with each turn of the page. Content-wise, there are definitely bits that would probably make librarians think twice about shelving Spill Zone as YA, including a few f-bombs, but I hesitate to hang my “YA-or-nay” judgment on these moments. After all, Westerfeld’s books never pulled punches, from the flesh-stripping, bone-shaving plastic surgery of the Uglies series to the terrifying metaphysics of Midnighters to the graphic epidemiology of Peeps and The Last Days. That Westerfeld always pushes the envelope a bit with his YA is part of why I loved it so much as a teen.

Moving swiftly on to how Spill Zone stacks up against earlier Westerfeld, all I can say is I wish Westerfeld had collaborated on graphic novels in my formative years, because Alex Puvilland’s art is what kicks Spill Zone up a level. With a style that hovers in the territory between iconic cartoonishness and hasty, gritty sketchiness, Puvilland’s visuals straddle the child-adult line even as Westerfeld’s writing does. The pointed juxtaposition of color palettes – an earthy range with grey undertones for the outside world versus an eerie but invitingly bright pastels for the Spill Zone – separates the two areas visually while also characterizing them. While the outside world is functional, dull, and a little gruff, the Spill Zone holds at once the neon wonder and unnatural horror of the unexpected. Most of all, Puvilland’s visuals convey the strange simultaneous motion and stillness of the Spill Zone. Addison’s decription of the effect overlays a series of portraits of brightly colored frozen tornadoes hovering in midair:

Standing waves pop up all over the Spill Zone… Dust devils that never settle. Unending ripples on a telephone wire. Amber waves of grain, waving even when the air is absolutely still. In motion, but so posed. A photographer’s dream. (58.1-59.1)

The art is at its best when the panels take on Addison’s first-person view of the Spill Zone as seen through the lens of her camera. On a basic level, this technique adds extra drama to sequences like chase scenes in which Addison is being run down by monstrous denizens of the Zone. But panels which superimpose the aiming sights of Addison’s camera on the view at hand are often the moments in which the graphic novel is giving the story’s photography thematics the most room to play. Perhaps the most intriguing threat the Spill Zone poses, for example, is its flat zones, where buildings, objects, and even people have been flattened into two-dimensional images, seemingly trapped in the surface of sidewalks and roads. Touching these flattened subjects, we learn, means being flattened oneself. Scenes where Addison must avoid the outlines of these terrified, two-dimensional people who have been flattened into the asphalt seem evocative of her necessarily conflicted attitude to her own photography and the Spill Zone as a whole.

While Addison’s trips to the Zone to make both art and money are more than justified by her situation, the enterprise is faintly tainted with the selective (and, in some ways, exploitative) view of the Spill Zone which her photography conveys. Addison attempts to combat this with a series of invented rules about her trips to the Spill Zone; most importantly, she never photographs the dead, many of whom have been reanimated as static “meat puppets” by the strange power of the Zone. Addison’s reticence to photograph certain subjects combined with her fear of the flattened begs the question: is Addison, through her photography, flattening the horror of the Spill Zone by presenting it as a commercializable visual narrative? Is her photography any different than the kitschy cafes and souvenir shops which are also shown to profit off the Zone? Some would argue that both the top-secret mission Addison undertakes on behalf of the North Korean government and the novel’s superhero-origin-story cliffhanger ending move Spill Zone past petty quibbles over the ethics of her photography project and on to more heart-pounding dilemmas. I, however, sincerely hope that the series doesn’t lose this thread moving forward, as Addison’s conflicted artistry is in my view what most makes her a worthy and classic Westerfeld protagonist.

Spill Zone isn’t flawless. As the first installment in a series with clear ambitions to juggle a lot of characters and tricky topics, the graphic novel (perhaps forgivably) tosses some things in the air that either never seem to come down or bonk you on the head at odd moments. For example, a character who I had comfortably relegated to the “side character” bin of my mind palace elbows his way into the main plot in the final pages, exuding vibes of shoehorning in a romance subplot at the last minute. I would love to be proven wrong about this, but the jury will presumably be out until Westerfeld and Puvilland get us a sequel – one only hopes they won’t keep us waiting the seven years it took to assemble Spill Zone. For now, though, Spill Zone is everything I wanted in a new Westerfeld – fiercely loyal to the YA dystopia I still love in a way that is utterly compelling to me ten years later as a PhD in English and returns me to the roots of my passion for sf.

[seeds-and-sins]

F**kin’ Diabolical (Chapter 4)

Master List

Pairing: Homelander / Original Female Character, Billy Butcher / Original Female Character

Rating: M (Strong language, sexual themes)

Decription: Carly Danvers is a reporter/radio show host/annoying little piece of- For reasons unknown to Vought, she decided to start a one man investigation on Vought’s operation. Her efforts had been quite successful so far, so much so that Stillwell would have done anything to see the young girl dead. Turns out Stillwell didn’t have to do anything at all, while one piece of evidence against Vought causes Danvers to fly too close to the sun. And Homelander flies after her.

Chapter Summary; Homelander didn’t realize that getting Carly to the Vought tower was only half the battle.

Her apartment complex was small, but in a cozy kind of way. She got lucky with the expanse of square footage the landlord had offered her, considering that she had seen other apartments and hers was the biggest in the building. At first, it was all concrete floors, scratchy wall paper, and a broken sliding glass door onto the balcony, but once she started making more money, renovations came into play. With Carly’s creative expertise, the place was a fun house in not time.

   The floors now were sandalwood and the walls painted a darker beige, where the longest wall was left a solid white, covered in doodles and painted pictures that she had spent hours on. She opened up the room to expand the windows out, now they spanned around a corner of the living room. The living room opened up at the entrance, where an L-shaped sectional with brown leather graced her guests as they entered. Off to their left would be a wall with an entertainment center and a flat screen tv, to their right the crimson granite counter tops that stood with bar stools, on the other side a kitchen of that counter. Aside from the hallway that led to her room, her apartment was fairly open, lots of seating areas because she liked variety. There were bean bags and stools for her bar, which had an array of liquors that she had saved up over the years. Her kitchen was closed in by the counter, an island in the center, with a dual sided refrigerator that she also had worked her ass off to get. 

  It was fairly lit, but sometimes she liked to dim the lights and turn on a flashlight to read her books with, as she cuddled into a giant bean bag. In her bedroom was a king sized bed, with tons of pillows, that was her favorite part of the apartment. She often drew pictures and played on her guitar in there, that was her safe space, where no one could bother her. 

    Across from her lived a rough looking, older man by the name of Billy Butcher. He was rowdy, single, and he had the cutest dog she had ever seen. They didn't spend time together or anything, but they certainly talked more with each other than they did with the other residents. Down the hall was a fresh frat boy/jock, and across from him was a single mother and her two kids. Billy and Carly felt more alike, more drawn to each other, so whenever they just so happened to cross paths they would share a few words. 

"Ey, I listened to your show today, definitely sticking one up to those cunts."

"Right?! They deserve it." They both shared laughs, cracked jokes, were extremely profane, and even a little too open with each other at times. Carly and Butch were similar in that they didn't have a sensor, so God forbid the two of them were ever together for a few minutes in passing. That poor mother had to shield her childrens’ ears in the elevator more than a few times. 

"Can you bloody believe that they even stretch that far?"

"I don't even want to imagine that happening to anyone, not even me."

"Well, its a bloody process I am sure..." Naturally, as they crossed paths, the two of them spoke that night before she went to the lab. She was grabbing a few things, Allen and the Doctor waiting outside in the car. As she shut her door, jiggling the key with a twist, jacket slung over her shoulder, he was also exiting his apartment. 

"Oh, well, what do you know? My favorite celebrity." He teased, she faced him with a grin and an eye roll. 

"Oh look, my favorite asshat." She mocked in the worst cockney accent she could muster.

"You shut your pretty mouth there, those are fighting words." They started towards the elevator with laughter bubbling up from them, cheeks rosy, God it would be a sickening sight to anyone. The two of them were like peas in a pod, munchkins, cuddle buddies or some shit like that. "So, where are ya' off to tonight?" He pressed the button to the elevator for her.

"Some stupid shit with Vought, you know me."

"I like stupid shit. Does it have anything to do with your show this evening?" The doors slid open with a ding. 

"Sure does, between you and me..." She came in closer to whisper into his ear, exhaling a giddy giggle behind a cupped hand. "I am breaking into a Vought Lab." He smirked, shaking his head, but never in disapproval as much as it was at the ridiculous stunts she'd pull. The door slid shut, the both of them now completely alone in an elevator. Nothing much different than the hundreds of times before.

"You think you'd have any time for drinks afterwards?" She blushed at the question, just drinks, right? No, she felt like the question was more than that and the way he awkwardly leaned on the elevator wall, said so much. As if he was nervous she would say no, or something worse. 

"I'd love to, but I don't know when I will be back." He nodded his head, fiddling with his thumbs out in front of him. "But hey, how bout tomorrow for sure?" His face lit up with that shit-eating grin of his. 

"Yeah, I'd like that." The elevator doors dinged open, but Billy didn't make a move when Carly stepped from the elevator. She faced him with her own grin and smiled, he waved at her. "You be careful there, sweetheart, some of us like seeing your ugly face every day." As the doors slowly began to close she stuck her middle finger up at him, and he stuck his tongue out. Children at best, that's always what it seemed like when they were together. When he was gone and they were apart, always after seeing each other, Carly felt empty almost, like she was missing out. She always shoved that away.

"Ms. Danvers! Are you going to answer me?!" An aggravated Madelyn shot out from across the desk, Carly blinked her eyes, coming to from her daze. She met Stillwell's steely gaze, Homelander pacing around the desk, eyes targeted on Carly in some threatening fashion. 

"W-What-What did you ask again?" Madelyn groaned, straightening herself and plastering a fake smile onto her lips, she crossed her fingers over the desk. 

"Did anybody else know you were going to the lab last night?" She stated more firmly, pronouncing each word with venomous emphasis, as if she was talking to a three year old child.

"No." Carly responded instantly, perhaps too soon, as Homelander's jaw tightened and his eyes narrowed. He was surprised. Carly had always been fairly good at lying to him, better than most, but she was in an emotional vulnerable state, not on her A game truly. Madelyn rolled her eyes and then sat back in her seat, arms crossed.

"You do know the position, you've put me in, right?" Carly sighed, shakily holding her hands on her lap, she gulped. 

"Look, I just want to get back to normal." 

"Back to normal?" Madelyn chuckled at the thought, she stood up and waltzed around the desk over to the window that spanned the wall of her office. Homelander stopped pacing at the other side of the room, still watching Carly like a hawk. "You are as powerful as Homelander now, Danvers, there is no normal for you ever again." She twisted in her seat to consider Madelyn with sorrow filled eyes, and Homelander couldn't hide his deep huff of amusement. Carly tried to hold back the tears threatening to spill, she had never felt so weak or insignificant in front of anybody before. Heck, she'd stand up to Homelander any day before this shit happened. Now she wanted to hide in a cave and wallow in her own self pity.

"Maybe there is a way, right? The doctor told me its genetic modification, all we have to do is convert my DNA back to what it was officially."

"But you would die." Homelander said with sardonic glimmer in his tone, he shuffled around the coffee table and plopped down onto the couch. His arm rose up, spanning the length of the back rest. He held his other gloved hand up, crushing his fist into a ball. "It blows my mind that you would want to be normal again, Carly. You have all the power in the world-"

"And I don't want it." She shot out, frustration taking residence over the desperation and she stood. She held her palms out and shook her head. "This isn't who I am. I am a simple girl, made of flesh and bone, nothing more." Homelander opened his mouth to reply, but Stillwell beat him to it. 

"You are right, you are absolutely right. And I might just have some options for you, Danvers." Madelyn paraded back over to her desk, perhaps she was having more fun with this than she expected she would. When Homelander told her about Carly’s situation, Stillwell was pissed beyond explanation. Here she was wanting the girl dead, and now the only person that could truly make that decision themselves was Homelander. Madelyn knew Homelander wouldn’t kill Carly, at least not without riding this high first.

"I have two options for you..."

"I don't have time for games. This isn't a joke." Stillwell laughed, leaning onto her desk with one hand, the other propped on her hip. 

"I'm not so excited about this either, but this might just be good for us."

"Whatever you have to say, it better not be what I think it is."

"It better be what I think." Homelander stood, soon coming to stand alongside Carly with that grin. 

"Option one," She placed a hand on her chest, "My preference..." She added slyly, and then, "We pretend you died from the fire, get you a nice place in Alaska and you live the rest of your days in solitude." Stillwell patiently waited, as if there wasn't a second option, and if there was she definitely didn't want Carly to have the ability to choose.

"What's the second option?" Homelander's voice was all too solid, glaring at Stillwell, forcing her to procure that second option like her life depended on it. It probably did. 

"Alright," Stillwell sighed, "We make you a hero. You denounce your previous claims against Vought and in return you live more famous than you've ever imagined." Since Carly woke up that morning, there was a stray thought that constantly teased to slip past her lips. The knowledge that she had against Vought, she could fight them, and now, more powerful than ever, she could fight them hard. Compound V was real, she was proof of that, all the heroes were. The compound injected into babies as if they were lab rats, the thought made her sick. She was reminded of why she was here, how she ended up in that lab. Now being offered a chance to be one of them, knowing all the cruel things they've done, if anything it made her heart race. 

   Homelander must have felt it too. The feeling made her want to do something but she didn't even know what. Impulses working through her mind, the need to just jump out that window, the realization that nothing can kill her now. Perhaps Homelander, but still. The options before her, and she had always been one to make an option three, to force it. Now there was no choice, one or the other, they say. Homelander’s hand landed on her shoulder and he laughed, harshly patting her on the back, a pat that would have anybody else coughing up their broken bones. 

"She'll do it, option two. She'll be wonderful!"

"I would like her to say it." Stillwell didn't like the feeling of not having control. Although for so long Homelander had been loose, the reins were gone, this was still different. She hated knowing that Homelander wanted Carly around and that she couldn't do anything about it. 

"Okay." Carly found herself choking out, despite her better judgment. She didn't know what logic came with the response, but she knew that it felt sound. Like something was in her path, something big, like it was worth it, like the universe was talking to her. 

"Perfect." Homelander said with such joy in his voice, now both hands on her shoulders, massaging at her neck. She closed her eyes and allowed him to shake her forward and backward for a moment. 

"I will work with my marketing team. Until then, Homelander can keep an eye on you." Stillwell hated that too, but the girl had zero to no control over her powers. Carly could destroy this whole building and without Homelander around, there would be no one to stop her.

"I've been waiting for this moment. So exciting..." Both women glared at each other, both for different reasons. "And I have already picked a name." Stillwell crossed her arms, cocking her head at Homelander, trying to hide the agitation surging through her. The level of absolute excitement he was feeling struck a nerve in Stillwell, the hero was crossing a big line.

"Oh, you have, have you?"

"Lady Liberty." He held his hands up like the name was gospel, like it was the most obvious name, the most fantastic name. Carly admitted to herself the fact that he even thought of a name was extremely unsettling, like this had been his plan all along. "Come on guys, get with the program." He waltzed over to the office door, now fixed after yesterday's door slamming incident. He waited, gesturing to Carly as he motioned out the door. "Let's go. Come on, the more we wait, the less time you have to learn those new powers of yours." Carly didn't think she'd ever beg in her life, but as she left Stillwell's office, that last glance to Stillwell was full of silent, raw begging. The last person she'd thought she'd ever beg for help, beg for a plan, beg for safety from him. But both of them knew, Homelander was not letting Carly go anytime soon. Carly made her choice, the moment she entered that lab.