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imaginedanvrs · 9 months

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part 2 l masterlist

summary: yelena belova x reader. when natasha takes you under her wing, she becomes like family, and the last thing you want is to lose that. but when you meet her younger sister who you know is off limits, you have to decide between what you really want and hope for minimal damage

word count: 4k

warnings: mentions of past abusive relationship, manipulation, implied sexual assault

After several days of having it in your possession, you finally gained access to all of the files on the device Yelena gave you and sent her a text to come over. You hadn’t heard from since she had last messaged you but Kate had been filling you in on all of the details of everything she and Yelena had achieved. It all sounded…full on. It was inevitable given that they were fighting highly trained assassins, but this time was different to the last Kate had been involved in. Your anxieties over your friend’s safety were only heightened when she came by your apartment in need of some bandages, though it also made you more eager to do your part to help.

Yelena came by an hour after you told her the device was ready, just as she said she would. “Hey, home intruder,” you greeted.

“Y/n l/n,” she countered as you let her in, a smirk forming on her lips.

“You know, if you want us to be friends you might think about being less formal,” you advised, knowing there was nothing actually formal about the blonde. You just needed her to stop smirking so that you could stop thinking about how hot she looked when she did.

“Noted,” she said as she followed you to your desktop.

“I haven’t had much of a look around, but the amount of information this thing was holding was so much more than I anticipated,” you explained as you scrolled down the file folders to display the extent of it all. “It could honestly take months to get through and that's under the assumption that there aren’t more hidden encryptions and locks.” You motioned for Yelena to sit as you made your way to the kitchen. “Can I get you anything?”

“A coffee,” she said as her eyes scanned across all of the file names for something that stood out. She wasn’t sure where to even start. “We’ll have to send some of this to mom,” Yelena muttered. You nodded as you brought the coffee over, Natasha never called Melina mom.

“Maybe all of it, there might be some things here that we miss,” you admitted, bringing over another keyboard and stool to help manage the workload. “How is everything going on the ground?” You tried to ask conversationally but Yelena could pick up on your nerves.

“It’s challenging but it helps that Kate is there. I’m becoming a fan of those trick arrows.” You hummed, trying to look focused on the other monitor.

“Kate’s managing it okay then?”

“Of course, she is a good fighter. Very good form,” Yelena added as she remembered when Kate had used it on her when they first met. You didn’t say anything to that. You knew Kate was a good fighter, but she was facing the best who, in their altered state, wouldn’t hesitate to kill her.

“I won’t let her get hurt,” she said sincerely as she looked at you. You didn’t turn your head to meet her gaze, not when your heart was already thumping faster than usual.

“Thank you,” you settled for, just as Marty got up from his dog bed next to the sofa. Yelena watched him stroll over.

“Hello Marty,” Yelena greeted and you had to bite your gum to stop your smile at how sweet the spy sounded. Marty seemed to think so too because his tail started wagging frantically as he leaned into Yelena’s pets. “What kind of breed is he?” The blonde asked when Marty lifted his front paws up onto her lap.

“Some kind of mutt, I found him in a dumpster,” you recalled, making Yelena raise her brows.

“I see why you and Kate are friends,” Yelena muttered as she patted the top of Marty’s head and turned back around. “I want a dog when this is all over,” the blonde sighed.

“Really? I saw you as more of a cat person,” you deadpanned, earning a sharp gasp from the Russian.

“Take that back!” She demanded in a way you couldn’t help but laugh at.

“What? You have cat-like eyes,” you observed.

“I do not like you anymore, y/n l/n,” she huffed as she browsed through the files.

“At least I know you did,” you pointed out.

“I thought that was obvious,” Yelena said and you could just hear that goddamn smirk. You cleared your throat and stood up from the desk.

“You spies are impossible to read,” you half assed the explanation.

“I guess I’ll have to be more forward in the future.” You weren’t sure you liked the sound of that, not with the suggestive tone Yelena was using. You dismissed it immediately, putting it down to the blonde just being a flirty person, though you couldn’t deny that there was a part of you that hoped not.

You grabbed a glass of water and briefly observed the blonde who was now reading through the files studiously. It was getting late and you hadn’t had any dinner yet making you wonder if she had. “I’m gonna order some food, do you want anything?”

An hour later you and Yelena were finishing your noodles while a random episode of Survivor played on your third monitor. You could have played it on your tv but you and Yelena were trying to get through as many of the files as you could but such a tedious task needed its breaks.

“I could have done that,” Yelena uttered as she put more hot sauce in her container.

“That’s what Nat always says, you guys should go on it if you’re so sure,” you said even though you knew they were both right.

“Maybe when I’m retired,” Yelena pondered.

“Right, that’d be a great pass time for the elderly,” you scoffed as you threw your container in the bin. “What do you do for a pass time?” You pried.

“Drink,” Yelena shrugged.

“Like in bars?”

“Sure.”

“To meet people?” You knew you were being nosey, but Yelena didn't seem to mind.

“It’s not what I set out to do but if it happens,” she shrugged again, her eyes staying on the screen where she laughed at someone falling off of a platform.

“There’s a good gay bar not far from here,” you stated, not sure where you were going with it. At that, Yelena switched her gaze to you. “I made the mistake of taking Kate once, all the poor girls thought she was on the market.”

“Are you?” Yelena didn’t hesitate to ask.

“Sure, who doesn’t need to get laid every once in a while.” The blonde hummed at this, as though it was information she was interested in. “Maybe we should go some time,” you suggested, already wanting to spend more time with Yelena.

“Definitely we should,” she agreed with a small smirk you didn’t quite trust. You didn’t question it, too afraid that you would like the answer too much. Instead, you settled into a comfortable silence filled only by the reality show still playing as you continued through the files, not finding anything of relevance. So far, everything you had read through were past files that Yelena had dealt with herself in the past. You were beginning to dread that everything on the device was from the past, until you found one file that referred to something happening the following week.

“Look at this, four widows are being sent to the brooklyn bridge next week to incept some kind of transportation vehicle.” Yelena read the file with you, scanning it for all of the major details she needed. There wasn’t much, the report was brief and vague but it was enough for Yelena to go on and enough for you to be confident that the device held more valuable information on it. But it was getting late and you had work the next day.

“You can stay if you want to, but I should probably get to bed,” you admitted, knowing you would regret it the following day if you didn’t and that no one deserved to deal with your cranky, sleep deprived self.

“Oh shit,” Yelena muttered when she noticed the time. “It’s okay, I’ve got enough intel for now and with Melina working on it too I can leave it for another day.”

“If you’re sure,” you said as the blonde put her jacket back on and gave a few extra scratches to Marty.

“Thanks for dinner, y/n,” Yelena grinned as you shook your head with a smile.

“Any time,” you quipped back.

“Yeah?” She asked somewhat hopefully.

“Goodnight, Yelena,” you said instead, too tired to say anything else.

“Goodnight, y/n,” she replied, her typically rough accent softened in the same way her smile was. She really did have a nice smile.

Shit, you thought. I’m kind of into her.

“Where is your gun?” Yelena spun around in your desk chair as she spoke, just as she had been doing for several minutes prior. You wondered if she was going to be dizzy when she stopped.

“What gun?” You asked as you stared at the screen. Yelena had been coming over a few times recently to look through the seemingly endless files with you, every time able to discover valuable information on top of Melina’s own discoveries. Yelena and Kate acted on this whenever they could but widows kept appearing across the city and you didn’t seem to be any closer to discovering where, or who, they were all coming from.

“The gun you keep in your home,” she answered as though it was obvious. You gave her a look that said otherwise, causing Yelena to stare back blankly at you.

“I don’t have one,” you said simply.

“Why not?” She pushed.

“I’m not a good shot. Nat tried to teach me, Kate too, but I’m hopeless,” you admitted. Yelena tutted as she put her leg out onto your chair to stop herself spinning.

“I will teach you,” she declared.

“No thanks,” you disregarded as you pushed her foot off. It landed with a thud.

“I was not offering, y/n.”

“And yet I’m still declining,” you shrugged with a grin.

“Declining what?” Kate asked as she reemerged from the hallway.

“Yelena wants to teach me to shoot.” Kate huffed a laugh.

“Good luck with that, she sucks.”

“See.” You weren’t even offended by your best friend’s comments, knowing they were entirely true.

“I like a challenge,” Yelena stated, clearly adamant in the task. You let your eyes discreetly flicker to the blonde without moving your head from the direction of the screen and noticed the trace of a smirk on her lips. Those goddamn lips that always looked so soft and inviting and-

“If Natasha Romanoff couldn’t teach her, she’s a lost cause,” Kate chuckled as she helped herself to the contents of your fridge. Right. Natasha. The protective big sister of the gorgeous blonde next to you who also happened to be your kind-of-mentor. What would she do if she knew the less than respectful thoughts you had about Yelena? Besides, it was more important for you to spend your time with the Russian focusing on helping the widows.

“We’ll see,” Yelena muttered as she got up to join Kate in the raid of your kitchen.

“Anyway, I’m going down on this girl and from what I’m hearing she hasn’t been laid in a while but then some dick comes along and taps the window!” Ava hissed as she recollected the events. You glanced around in your immediate vicinity to see if anyone could overhear your friend’s story. “Then he starts saying that we’re parked in his spot or some shit,”

“Wait so you weren’t parked in some abandoned car park?”

“No it was like Target or something but that’s not the point,” she continued. You shook your head at your friend’s very believable recklessness and scanned the room again for anyone who had since come closer and was surprised to see Yelena strolling through the rows of desks towards you. Ava noticed your shift in attention and looked in the same direction to the blonde.

“Woah,” she murmured. Though Yelena was dressed casually, she still had a striking look about her. Maybe it was the air of confidence or general natural beauty, but she was stunningly beautiful.

“Natasha’s still away,” you told the blonde as she came closer.

“I’m here for you, actually.” You would be lying if you said that hearing her say that didn’t make your heart speed up a little.

“You're stealing her from me?” Ava questioned with an exaggerated pout. You rolled your eyes with a smile though Yelena looked less than impressed as she eyed your coworker.

“Tell me the rest tomorrow, I’m sure there’ll be more to add by then anyway,” you dismissed as you stood up and grabbed your bag.

“It did end on a cliffhanger,” Ava admitted. “See ya later babes,” she waved as walked side by side with Yelena.

“Babe?” The Russian questioned with a tone you hadn’t heard before.

“She’s like that with everyone,” you told her. Yelena hummed. “So what’s up? Have you found another drive?” You asked, assuming that to be the only reason Yelena would pull you out of work.

“No, we’re going to the shooting range,” Yelena explained matter of factly.

“No we are not,” you said, stopping in your tracks to glare at the spy.

“What if a widow finds out what you’re doing and comes to kidnap you?” Yelena questioned as she crossed her arms across her chest.

“If history says anything then she’ll recruit me to join the organisation she works for,” you shrugged.

“Ha.” You met Yelena’s unimpressed stare with your own, inevitably breaking first with a dramatic sigh.

“Fine, if it will get you off my back.” Yelena beamed at the small victory, a sight that was totally worth the amount of self respect you were about to give up to show the blonde just how bad you were with guns.

You glanced at Yelena as you walked in silence, wondering what she had been doing before she came to get you. She said before that she drank in her free time but you knew she must do more than that, even if she was a workaholic like her sister.

“What do you actually do when you’re not fighting or planning fights?” You asked suddenly.

“Read romance novels,” Yelena deadpanned with a straight face.

“Haha, really what do you do?” You pushed.

“Why?” She questioned with interest that matched your own.

“Because I want to know,” you answered simply. The red room had taken away so much of the sister’s lives that Natasha had once told you it had taken her a long time to know what to do with it once she got it back. Diving into work was the easiest solution but eventually the redhead had discovered she loved rewatching old spy films to put a brighter tint on her past. But Yelena had been out for considerably less time than Natasha, bringing you to wonder if she had found what helped her yet.

“Why?” Yelena repeated and this time you could tell she was being sarcastic.

“Yelena,” you pushed with a nudge to her shoulder as you walked.

“I don’t know!” She insisted back. There was your answer, you thought to yourself. The blonde seemed to notice your disappointment. “Go for walks,” she said simply. You looked at her curiously, so she continued. “I’m in new places a lot so I like to explore them. Everywhere. I like finding the places that aren’t in any tourists handbooks even though I probably won’t ever see them again.” That was… actually kind of sweet.

“Huh,” was all you could bring yourself to say in the moment. It certainly wasn’t what you expected and yet it made absolute sense.

“Also I read sci-fi books,” Yelena added and you smiled.

“Cool,” you nodded as you reached the firing range. You followed Yelena into the room that was entirely empty of any S.H.I.E.L.D personal - granted, it was lunch hour - and went down to the booth at the end while Yelena picked up a handgun along the way. You watched as she weighed it in her hands, assessing it, and wondered how many weapons she had handled in her life. Probably more than you had seen.

“Show me your stance,” she instructed as she handed you the weapon. You took it tentatively and held it up with both hands, squinting your right eye to line it up with the target but the blonde stopped you.

“Put your elbows out a little more, you don’t need your arms straight,” she explained as she stood behind you to put your arms in the correct position. You tensed slightly when you felt her front press against your back. “And loosen your shoulders,” she continued, voice lowered as she put her hands on your shoulder blades. You took a deep breath and relaxed them as best you could with Yelena so close to you. “Legs apart a bit more.” She nudged your foot to the side. “Even if you’re aiming at someone in front of you, you have to be prepared for someone to attack you from elsewhere and you can’t lose your balance,” she explained some more. You nodded, eyes glued to the target.

“Safety off.”

Click.

“Lower it some more, you need a target this close to be on the top.” You did so gradually.

“Relax,” she whispered and you most definitely did not. “Fire.” The gun shot rang through the room and you immediately recoiled as you flinched at the bang, accidentally pushing into Yelena who placed a hand to your waist to steady you.

“Wow,” she muttered and you wanted the ground to open up and swallow you. “You are a bad shot,” she commented. You stepped away from her quickly to try and play off whatever that was.

“I told you,” you said as you willed away the flush you knew was on your cheeks. You put the gun down and Yelena picked it up.

“Watch,” she instructed sternly, sending off two shots that hit that target in the centre of the head.

“I didn’t see that coming,” you muttered.

“Try again,” she encouraged.

“Can we just go get lunch or something like normal people?” You huffed as you took the weapon and repeated your previous stance. You exhaled steadily and pulled the trigger, flinching at the noise again and hitting the target in the shoulder.

“That does hurt like a suka,” Yelena recalled.

“I want the story behind that,” you said immediately.

“Only if you hit the target in the head.”

Twenty minutes later, you still hadn’t hit the target in the head, but agents were starting to return to the shooting range so you decided to call it a day and Yelena reluctantly agreed. “We will try again soon,” she decided as you left, making you groan.

“But I live in a S.H.I.E.L.D apartment, I have a dog and I’ve got like a bunch of superhero friends,” you argued.

“And yet I got into your apartment,” Yelena countered.

“Then I’ll just keep you there,” you joked.

“Yeah?” She had that smirk on her face again.

“Not like that!” You insisted as you carried on towards the building you worked in.

“Where are you going?” Yelena called. You turned around and saw her standing on the path leading to the gates. “I thought we were going for lunch.” You grinned and followed after her.

“I need you to look something up.” You frowned at the voice that invaded your sleep, breaking through the barrier that allowed you your few hours sleep under the authority of more pressing matters. Rae shook you when it took a second longer to wake than she had the patience for.

“What time is it?” You groaned as you took in the silhouette standing next to the bed. After rubbing the sleep from your eyes to take your girlfriend in more clearly, you noticed the rare signs of stress on her features. She was rarely stressed. Often irritated, sometimes stoic, occasionally frantic, but rarely stressed.

“Just get up,” she demanded as she took hold of your arm and hauled you from the bed, very nearly making you trip over your duvet in the process. You didn’t protest and instead trudged over to your computer to turn it on as Rae paced behind you.

It had been a week since the first search she had asked you to do and you had been hoping in that time that she wouldn’t ask again. Of course, you knew she would. Your only realistic hope was that no harm would come of the next one, though perhaps that was unrealistic too. Though it had been playing on your mind a great deal, you couldn’t come to any reasonable conclusion as to why Rae wanted information about a Hydra agent. Double agent? You weren’t sure. Granted, the people that Rae spent her time with outside of work and you were…questionable from what you had seen, but you wouldn’t accuse them of being Hydra personnel on any basis.

You had brought up Rae’s ‘friends’ once, back when you still felt like you got a say in each other's lives. She had been livid. She accused you of trying to isolate her, of being selfish, of being jealous. She said you had no right to judge her social life when you lacked your own. The irony of that was laughable, because she had never let you have one from the moment she met you, just a couple months after moving to the States. You told her that. That was the first time she hit you. That was the first time she reminded you that if you left her, there was no one for you to go to.

Rae recalled another name and you went through the steps to find a result. You hesitated before clicking on the file and if Rae noticed she didn’t say anything, perhaps assuming you were just tired. You opened the document, revealing the subject to be another Hydra agent. That time, you didn’t read the document at the same time as Rae. You got up from the chair and headed into the kitchen to get yourself a glass of water without looking back at the screen or the woman in front of it.

It was five am, you had to be up for work in a couple hours. You yawned and went back into the bedroom, not caring about taking the steps to log off the site when Rae was done. Your computer automatically turned off after an hour of inactivity anyway. You could worry about erasing your trail once you had had more sleep. Then again, maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if you were caught and stopped. You’d come to ponder that a lot in the months to come.

You had almost fallen back asleep when you felt the bed dip and Rae slip under the covers. Under the impression that the file had put her in the same good mood as the last one, you moved to turn around and hold her as she so rarely let you, but instead you felt a hand press down between your shoulder blades and push you into the bed. You went to lift your head and protest, confused by the cloud of sleep around you, but another hand planted itself against the back of your head and kept your face in the pillows. It was too hard, you couldn’t breath. You squirmed and kicked out beneath Rae, knowing that only ever made things worse but couldn’t fight off the instinct to do so.

She let up eventually, opting to keep your head down but with your face to the side. “Shut up,” she hissed at your whine once you felt a familiar object push into you. You willed your body to adjust to the intrusion as quickly as possible, to do what it always did and turn that discomfort into pleasure at the sake of your sanity. It had to. It knew to. Because it was going to be one of those nights.

#marvel #yelena belova #yelena belova x reader #yelena belova smut #white widow #black widow #natasha romanoff #kate bishop

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originemesis · 3 days

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@chasingrainbcws xxx

...So... there really was no other way. The best chance that she had to dig her heels in and stand up to Heaven's merciless slaughter was to join them... in a sense. Delicate brows furrow as she reads thoroughly over the clause, not missing anything this time. It clearly dictates that she will not be abdicating the throne in the event that her Father should die, but that she would effectively take her Father's place in the matters between Heaven and Hell ( as if she wasn't doing that already by attending these meetings, and putting up with his obnoxiously loud chewing ) and that Council would meet upon that time if and when it came to discuss the jurisdictions and re-evaluate --- so much legal jargon... but she gets the gist of it. She isn't giving up everything... but this would put Heaven in a position of power over her directly. What choice does she have ? --- She visibly cringes, her face twisting in distress when she reaches the part of the clause regarding consummation of --- no. Nooo, no, no. She didn't want to think about that. She was already nauseous enough. She reads it... but puts it out of her mind for now. For all she knows, Adam will reject the idea completely anyway. This clause was likely just another jab at her, goading... not one that he expected her to take seriously... then again, she doesn't know. Trying to read him is like trying to eat soup with a fork. Ugh... and now he's rushing her. She can feel the heat swelling behind her face, not just from chagrin and humiliation, but from the tears that she hides completely as she swallows the thick knot in her throat, forcing it back down into her stomach to twist and ache there. She was giving up her whole life... Vaggie --- forgive her. She was actually going to have to marry this pompous, obnoxious, misogynistic, spiteful narcissist... and do worse with him. She has to give up the possibility of love in her life --- but if she doesn't... then she's damning them all.

❝ ... I --- ❞ Before she can even choke out a single word, a low hum fills the air... and suddenly she's being doused with holy water. How does she knows it's holy water, one may ask ? Because it burns like hell. She shrieks, lifting her arms in a panic to cover herself as the liquid strikes her flesh, eating at it like acid, and soaking slightly into her clothes before a curtain swoops over her in a canopy of gold. Feathers... ? Oh. Adam. At least he had the decency to not let her burn. She frowns, feeling the sting of the liquid as it dries on porcelain flesh, leaving tiny but plentiful blisters on her face and hands. She removes her suit jacket as he asks if she's alright, however genuine his concern may be, and hangs it over the back of her chair to dry. A scowl paints her face as she sets the paper back down on the table, turning it to face him and sliding it with singed fingers just far enough for him to read the clause at which her pitch fingernail is pointing without leaving the safety of his winged shelter.

❝ ----- I'll do it. ❞

Well, she's not entirely wrong in her assumptions that he's having fun at her expense like a cat with four deadly paws blocking each exit a cornered rat could take. Just because he highlights one of the more unorthodox clauses doesn't mean he expects her to accept it over his other pushy if not bloodthirsty ideas. It's more of an added 'fuck you' cherry atop the decadent 'fuck you' sundae presented to her before their dinner has had the chance to arrive- though it seems like it'll be delayed now thanks to the holy sprinkler system.

Vicious as he is a negotiator (though his tactics were far more in line with a self aware bully that faced no direct consequences) even he knows he needs his captive audience alive to arrive at an agreement to one of his proposals. That and he doesn't want to deal with Lucifer if his brat up and evaporates in a restaurant he's dragged her to off the cuff. Not that it wouldn't be her fault of course. All she had to do was sign off and fuck off, not hold his busy schedule hostage with her overinflated sense of self importance. But even if she could thank herself for the array of blistering burns, it's not in his nature to let a hottie melt into a half formed candle, so he keeps her under the shelter of the golden winged canopy while she collects herself and their damp documents.

"Nothing like a little diplomacy to get you good and wet, huh~?" He muses, taking a moment to flare talons in a nonchalant dismissal at the cherub that arrives frantically to check on the table and then promptly fucks off to figure out how to dismantle the sprinkler system before complimentary dessert was required to appease the lightly drenched dining guests. Feathers ruffle up against the misting, the oil in them warding the moisture off to the very tips of his primaries until a well timed thrash knocks the gathered dew drops free.

It's only afterwards that he peeks under an arm at her and the golden glint of the text he'd highlighted to particularly fuck with her. The old sacred marriage clause the council couldn't help but include out of their archaic sensibilities ~ something he was so sure would be particularly nauseating for her to comb over while deciding between how quickly she can stomach the inevitable slaughter of sinners and hellborn...wait- that's what she's picking?

"... come again!?" The garish yellows of his eyes flick from where her finger taps to her narrowed gaze, a baffled snort escaping him along with whatever haughty poise he'd currently held over her head along with a wing. "That's what you're picking?" With a shift that keeps his wing still positioned over her seat as the holy water begins to slow from a forceful spray to a tedious trickle, he swiftly snatches the edge of her chin at the tip of his thumb and tilts her face up to consider the culpability of her claim only to smirk when he notices the unbending steel of a doubled down stare.

"I always knew you had the hots for me."

And with a snap, the signature line below the clause bursts into a golden blaze to prompt her contribution to the settlement along with his initials already penned in.

"Your turn."

#//well it's not legal murder but #//can still murder that pussy- wait what #suggestive cw #chasingrainbcws #verse ; // orchard eyes

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messers-moony · 3 years

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Secret Boyfriend | R.B

Paring: Regulus Black X Lupin!Fem!Reader

Summary: Keeping secrets seem to run in the Lupin family but one of the two twins has a bigger secret than the other can imagine.

Pitter-patter could be heard inside the Gryffindor Common room. The Scotland weather never really seemed to make up its mind during the period between winter and spring. Nevertheless, it brought a calming atmosphere to the red and gold common room. The five Marauders sat in front of the fireplace, speaking to one another. Remus, Y/n, and Sirius sitting together on a couch. James on an armchair, and Peter sitting on the ground in front of the sofa.

“So, Little Lupin.“ James drawled, “When are you getting a boyfriend?”

Remus chuckled, quickly putting an arm around his twin sister, “Hopefully, never.”

“Maybe I already have a boyfriend, and you lot just don’t know.” Y/n snipped as she elbowed her brother in the ribs slightly, “Oh, come on, paws!” James exclaimed teasingly.

Paws was Y/n’s Marauder name. Her animagus was a Siamese cat, which resembled her personality quite well if you asked Remus. Y/n was quick-witted, independent, intuitive, curious, and affectionate when comfortable. She and Sirius were known to flirt all the time but recently - meaning a couple of months - they hadn’t done it at all. Perhaps Y/n was actually avoiding his flirtatious remarks. Nevertheless, Y/n’s animagus was a direct correlation with her personality.

“Yeah, paws, you’ve been neglecting me recently. I’m not too happy with it either.” Sirius added with a fake pout, “Oh hush it, you two. Leave my sister alone. She’s got no hidden boyfriend.” Remus defended, looking at his sister.

“Right, Y/n?” Remus coughed, and she jumped out of her daydream, “Mhm! Of course.”

Conversation went on as usual. They began discussing new pranks, but Y/n’s jumper pocket felt heavier than usual, knowing what’s inside. It was a cream-colored envelope with the Black family crest as a seal. Y/n knew more than anyone that Sirius wouldn’t be happy to see the familiar logo, but this wasn’t from his parents. It was from his little brother, and Y/n was anxious to give it to him. So when James, Remus, and Peter went upstairs, Y/n pulled him aside before he could leave.

“Padfoot, wait.” Y/n called, and he turned back, “What's up, paws?” Sirius queried, turning to face her.

She sighed and pulled the envelope from her pocket, “Please, read this. It isn’t what you think it is despite the seal.” Y/n stated, handing him the parchment.

“Where did you get this?” Sirius asked as he opened the packaging, “Regulus.” Y/n’s answer was firmer than expected.

Nonetheless, the letter inside seemed essential to his fellow Marauder, so he opened it. Inside he was met with his little brother's prominent handwriting. The black ink treaded so seamlessly across the brown paper. Y/n remembered watching him write it at his desk, desperately trying to collect his thoughts while his hand shook relentlessly. She couldn’t do anything but sit from his bed and watch. Regulus needed to do this alone.

After reading, Sirius slid the letter back inside its packaging, “Well, it’s his fault.”

“Actually, it isn’t.” Y/n quipped, “Listen, Sirius, Regulus is trying. He really is.”

“You would know this how?”

“Because we’ve been friends for a long time.”

“Oh really?” Sirius questioned sarcastically, crossing his arms, “Since when did you and Reggie become so close?”

“He began tutoring me in third year for Potions.” Y/n answered, “You couldn’t have asked Remus?”

“No. “ Y/n shook her head, “Slughorn wanted Regulus specifically.”

“Well then. Full moon tomorrow, hope you’re prepared.” Sirius chirped as he began walking up the steps to his dorm, “I’m always prepared.” Y/n replied to essentially no one.

She sighed. It was apparent Sirius didn’t want to believe what Regulus had written. It would’ve been hard on anyone. But Regulus wanted it to come from him instead of Sirius finding out. Since Y/n’s third year - Regulus’ second year - she felt attracted to him. He always made time for her. It wasn’t until their fourth year when she realized it. In her fifth year, they made it official. Regulus Black and Y/n Lupin were a couple but hidden beneath an invisibility cloak.

Seventh year wasn’t easy. The upcoming war, her brother's lycanthropy, N.E.W.T.S, and Regulus getting the dark mark. Nothing seemed to be working in her favor. Books didn’t even seem to please her anymore. Her eyes wandered while she began to daydream about anything rather than reality itself. People began to notice how lost the girl appeared.

Especially her brother.

Study sessions with her weren’t the same. Some days her eyes would appear glossier than usual as if someone put a coating of lip gloss over them. Maybe they were rimmed with a pastel pink seeming tired and unhappy. The tremors in her hands were hard to ignore as she wrote with her quill. If there’s one thing Remus Lupin was good at, it was being observant; however, there wasn’t time, and he didn’t have the patience to deal with this right now. The full moon approaching meant that Remus’ patience tolerance was down to about none.

There was one thing that brought her clarity. Regulus Black. The Gryffindor common room was always a warm and welcoming atmosphere. In contrast, the Slytherin common room was cold and damp, but it brought her comfort because of the person inside. Y/n padded quietly inside of his prefect hallway, which was beside the Slytherin common. She walked into his bedroom, which was dark.

No candles lit. Just dark. Regulus always felt comfort in the dark, but it wasn’t dark because of that. It was dark because he was absent. Y/n peered over to his desk, where letters sat from his mother and some cousins. Andromeda seemed to try and reach him, but the letter looked unopened. There was one that caught her eye. It was Remus’ handwriting, and it was from him. It was also opened. Y/n knew she couldn’t stay all night. The full moon was due to rise in just two hours.

Picking up the parchment, she began to read:

“ To Regulus Black,

You need to step up. I get it. Sirius has been disowned, but he tries to make an effort. Can’t you see that? Sirius really needs you, and I know that you miss him too. This whole stubborn game of not wanting to talk to each other has gone on long enough.

I know what it’s like to argue with a sibling, and it isn’t pleasant. Suck it up, swallow your pride and talk to Sirius. You don’t have to ultimately make up, but please, he’s trying.

From, Remus Lupin. “

Y/n swallowed down her anger. Who was Remus to get involved in their affairs? If Sirius and Regulus didn’t want to interact, that was their problem, not his. It infuriated her. But she didn’t have time to babble around. Y/n pointed her wand at her and became a cat. Perks of her animagus being allowed at Hogwarts, she could roam around freely without suspicion. Quickly she sprinted down to the Whomping Willow, where she was met with her three Marauders in human form. Y/n transformed back.

“Where were you! I was worried sick!” Remus scolded, “Nowhere, but we need to talk later.” Y/n answered.

They got Remus in the shack and changed into their animagus forms. A stag, a rat, a dog, and a cat. The dog and the cat had the most interaction with the werewolf. Sometimes the dog and werewolf would cuddle up beside each other, whereas the cat would sleep on its own along with the other two animals. The following day Y/n and Sirius lugged Remus up to the hospital wing. Y/n sat beside him the entire time while the other three went off. Sirius and James were off to Quidditch practice. Peter was off to see his girlfriend in Hufflepuff.

Y/n tapped aimlessly on Remus’ hand, “M- Morning.”

“Morning, Moony.” Y/n greeted, “How are you feeling?”

“Phenomenal.”

“Sorry.”

“What did we need to talk about?” Remus questioned, and Y/n tilted her head, “You said we needed to talk before going to the shack.”

“Yes, I did. Um- uh- did you send Regulus a letter by any chance?” Y/n stammered, “I did. Why?”

“I saw it.” Y/n replied shortly, “You saw it?” Remus repeated incredulously.

She nodded, “How did you see it?”

“Regulus and I are friends. Sometimes we hang out in his dorm.” The words seemed like nothing as they rolled off her tongue, “You hang out in the Slytherin dorms? Is that why you always know the password so we can do pranks?”

“Of course.” Y/n chuckled, “I use my privilege to its advantage.”

Remus began to get up but grimaced, causing Y/n to jump up to help him. Gently she eased him to a sitting position. A new scratch on his cheek and multiple on his arms. It’s evident that the cat and the dog had to stop him. The thin scratches on his arms were a cat's nails. The thicker scratch on his cheek was a dog's nails. Remus looked down at his arms.

“I’m sorry.” Y/n muttered, “Not your fault, paws. Who was it this time?” Remus asked.

“Prongs. Apparently, you wanted Prongs.” Y/n answered, and he kissed the top of her head, “Thank you for stopping me.”

“Anything for my brother.”

“Just like anything for our Moony?”

Y/n laughed, “Yeah.”

Paws began to tap on his hand again, until a voice echoed through the hospital wing, “Y/n?”

“Y/n?” The voice called again, and Remus quirked his eyebrow at his sheepish sister, “Y/n!”

Suddenly a black-haired, grey-eyed, pale figure was beside her. He didn’t realize what he was doing until he had already kissed the top of her head worriedly. Y/n turned pink at the affection and the embarrassment of it happening in front of her brother. Remus coughed, and the male stood straight.

“Regulus, what a surprise.” Remus retorted, “Didn’t think you’d ever visit me in the infirmary.”

“Remus, please-“

“I wouldn’t.” Regulus snapped, “Then why are you here?” Remus inquired.

Regulus’ hand was playing aimlessly with the ends of Y/n’s hair, “Moony….” Y/n began at a whisper, “Regulus is my boyfriend.”

“This-“ Remus pointed at them both with a laughing smile, “Is funny.”

“Nice prank, paws, but it isn’t going to work.”

Y/n sighed, “It isn’t a prank, Rem.”

“We’ve been together for about two years now.” She confessed, and Regulus stiffened, “Friends, my ass.” Remus scoffed bitterly.

“Remus, please-“ Y/n began, “No, please just leave. We can talk about this later when I’m in the right frame of mind. Because if you don’t leave, now I might throw a punch.” Remus replied.

She sighed and reluctantly left with Regulus trailing behind her. Y/n didn’t want to cry. It was pitiful. Regulus never had a good relationship with Sirius since Hogwarts, yet he didn’t seem to care. Thankfully, after building the Marauders Map, she knew every little crevice and hiding spot. Pulling back a tapestry, she sat down on the cement floor. Regulus doing the same beside her. Hesitantly he pulled his arm around her shoulders, pulling her into his chest.

“This is pitiful.” Y/n chuckled bitterly, “I’m sorry, Reggie.”

“It isn’t pitiful. You and Remus have a close relationship. It’s okay to be sad about him telling you off.” Regulus replied, placing his chin on the top of her head, “Sirius and I are different. Don’t compare you and Remus with us.”

Y/n nuzzled into his chest, “I saw the letter Remus sent you.”

“I- I saw the way he spoke to you, and I’m sorry.” Y/n stated, “I hope he comes around.”

“I do too, love.” Regulus kissed the top of her head, “ I do too.”

It was quiet for a moment until two figures pulled back the tapestry, “Oi! Get off, little Lupin!” James exclaimed, and Y/n sighed, “Sirius, James, please just leave.”

“What are you doing with my mate's little sister, Regulus?” Sirius interrogated, “Comforting her. She needs me.” Regulus retorted, tightening his grip on her shoulder.

Y/n stood up and pulled Regulus with her, “Come on. We four need to talk.”

The four of them walked into a broom closet. It was a quiet walk. Eerily quiet. It brought shivers down Y/n’s spine at how silent the walk was. The tension was so thick you couldn’t cut it with a knife. The pressure felt like sludge. It was thick and mush. But when Y/n opened the door, the lot of them walked inside. James and Sirius stared expectantly.

“Regulus and I have been dating since my fifth year.” Y/n began, and Regulus intertwined their hands.

“Little Lupin!” Sirius exclaimed, “You weren’t lying when you said you had a secret boyfriend!”

“You scandalous little thing!”

“I can’t believe this.” James stated after running his hand through his hair, “How did Remus take it?”

“Not very well.” Y/n replied, “He kicked me out of the hospital wing when Regulus showed up. “

“He’s- He’s not in the right mindset, though. He’ll come to. I know he will. He has to.”

Sirius’ eyes softened, “Moony will come around. It might just take him a minute.”

“Regulus.” James called, and grey eyes stared at him, “Y/n is a Marauder.”

“I know that.” Regulus interrupted, “She is my little sister as much as she is Remus’” James continued.

“And mine!” Sirius added, smiling brightly, “Y/n is our little sister. The lot of us depend on her. We can’t, and we won’t have her heartbroken.” James explained sternly, suddenly looking a lot like Mrs. Potter.

Regulus’ cheeks flushed with pink, “I love her, I really do. I don’t plan on breaking her heart anytime soon.”

“You’re gonna be my sister-in-law!” Sirius squealed, hugging Y/n forcefully, almost knocking her over, “Oh, little Lupin.” He cooed.

“You’re all grown up!”

They laughed, and Sirius kissed her forehead, “Take care of him, will you?” He whispered so only she could hear, “Of course.” Y/n smiled.

“Alright, alright, I’d like my girlfriend back,” Regulus replied, taking her away from Sirius’ arms.

Sirius gulped, “How’s mum going to take this, Reggie?”

“I don’t care.” Regulus retorted, “Mums gonna have to deal with it.”

The smile on Sirius’ face was brighter than the sun, “Oh, Reggie!” He wailed, pulling Regulus into a tight hug.

The two brothers smiled as they hugged each other. Regulus sleeve slipped up, and James stepped back, pulling out his wand. The two Black brothers pulled apart, and that’s when Sirius saw it. The dark mark on his brother's sleeve. Y/n stiffened as Sirius lifted his sleeve up further to see it clearly.

“Reggie…”

“Sirius, please, I didn’t want it.” Regulus pleaded, “She- They- Please.”

James watched intently at them. Sirius’ eyes had filled with tears as he embraced his younger brother. For the first time in a long time, Regulus felt protected in his brother's arms. James walked closer and joined them. Hugging both Black brothers as close as he could. James Potter, the man who never stops giving. They pulled apart, and James took Reggie into his own arms.

“You need anything, you come to me, okay?” James informed sternly, and Regulus nodded, “Ye- Yeah.”

“Remus and Y/n always come for the holidays. You won’t be alone.” James stated smiling, “My parents already have one Black; they won’t mind another.”

The Black brother smiled, “Thank you….”

The days went on, and Regulus still avoided the Marauders altogether. Remus glared at him from the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall. Deep emerald green eyes were flashing at the grey ones that sat at the Slytherin table. Until Y/n jabbed him in the ribs, taking his attention away from the younger Black brother.

“Remus.” Y/n scolded, “Stop it.”

“I think you’re too hard on him, Moony.” James began, “He loves your sister. Maybe talk to him.”

“No.” Remus snapped, “You guys can accept this, but I can’t.”

They didn’t push any further. Y/n and Remus had been distant from each other. It was weird to watch the twins who were typically attached at the hip to be so - abroad. Regulus didn’t like that he was now the cause of their fussing. After all, they were the reason Sirius and him were on speaking terms now. So Regulus and Sirius made a plan. It involved them being locked in a broom closet, and so it happened—one night after dinner.

Remus was shoved into a cupboard, not by his own liking either, “Come on, Sirius! This isn’t funny. I have prefect duties to do!”

“Actually, someone else has taken them over.” Regulus informed, and Remus whipped around, “What are you two doing here?”

“Remus, explain it to me.” Regulus began, “Why you don’t approve of me with your sister.”

“Because! You’re a bloody death eater! You probably forced her to be with you.” Remus exclaimed.

Y/n scoffed, “A pureblood forcing himself with a half-breed? Doesn’t seem likely.”

Remus ran his hand through his hair, “Okay, he’s still a death eater!”

“I was forced!” Regulus exclaimed, “They strapped me to a chair and embedded the mark into my forearm. You don’t think I wasn’t thinking of her the entire time?! I was scared out of my mind!”

“The entire time, all I could think about was ‘How is Y/n gonna take this.’” Regulus admitted, “My heart aches for her. I didn’t want her to be scared.”

Remus’ green eyes turned soft, “Does she accept you? Does she love you? Do you love her?”

“Yes, Remus. I love him for who he is. James offered him a place to stay at the Potters.” Y/n replied, “And yes, I love her.”

Tears filled her eyes, “Remus, please. I don’t want to lose either of you.”

Remus held out his arms, and she walked right into them. He placed one hand on the back of her head and one on the small of her waist. Holding her close to his heart, rubbing his thumb through her hair. Regulus’ grey eyes stared at the two siblings before him. Remus’ heart softened at his crying sister. He never wanted to hurt her, ever.

“Paws.” Remus began as he pulled away slightly, “Does he make you happy?”

Y/n sniffled and nodded; Remus wiped her cheeks, “Okay.”

“Does he know you, for you?”

“Mhm.”

Remus turned to Regulus as Y/n parted with him, “Where’s paws favorite place to be scratched?”

Regulus chuckled, “Behind her ears.”

“Take care of my little sister.” Remus pleaded, “Please, Regulus.”

“Of course. I wouldn’t expect any different.” Regulus answered.

Remus walked forward and put out his hand. Hesitantly Regulus shook his hand. Grey eyes met green ones. Remus couldn’t help the smile that placed itself on his face. Without hesitation, he pulled Regulus into a tight hug.

“Take care of my sister, and I’ll take care of you.”

“Always.”

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ficwriterwastakenalt · 2 years

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The Cat

AHHH It’s Karl’s B-Day (07-19) so i wanted to write a oneshot so here’s this one :D

"MY PEOPLE, ITS SO LOVELY TO SEE YOU ALL THIS FINE MORNING," Yn said as she stepped in front of hundreds of her people. They all gazed at her, admiring the way the blueish grey gown followed behind her. "YOU MAY ALL BE WONDERING WHY I GATHERED YOU ALL IN FRONT OF MY PALACE," Yn yelled, getting a "yes" in return from the audience. "WELL AS YOU ALL KNOW I AM WITHOUT A HUSBAND SO EVERY SINGLE MAN BETWEEN THE AGES OF 20 AND 25 WILL BE PUT INTO A GAME," she said.

"A game, your majesty, for what?" a man stood out in front of everyone. In response Yn said "well darling a game to see who becomes my husband," everyone started to whisper. "How does one play your majesty?" the same male questioned. "I will let a cat lose in the town a gorgeous cat with a jet black coat and orange eyes around the animal's neck will be the key to my palace. whomever takes the key without killing my cat will win my hand."

Yn scanned the crowd, her eyes again settling on the man. He had fluffy brown hair and greyish blue eyes that almost perfectly matched her gown. " The game will start at midnight and last for two nights", Yn said with a smile. Before turning around and returning to her palace.

"Your Majesty, are you sure you want to do this?" Niki her maid inquired while holding a collar. The collar was a simple gold hue with several diamonds the key had six wings sprouting from a large diamond that was secured with a sun-like pattern. (pic at the bottom bc I suck at explaining)

"I won't get caught by someone I don't want Niki," Yn said as she took the collar and wrapped it snugly around her neck. When Niki said, "I'll go get your book,my lady," Yn grinned and said, "Thank you, Niki darling." Niki once more bowed and walked away.

As she approached the back door of her palace, Yn peered around before taking off her nightgown and shrinking down to the size of a cat, she was now standing on four paws and a midnight-black coat covered them. Yn meowed up at Niki as she trotted to the front of the castle, where many of the villagers were standing and whispering, Niki smiled down at her, before scanning rapidly over the crowd, and Yn's orange eyes followed suit.

"HELLO EVERYONE, AS YOU KNOW I'M NIKI MISS. YN'S MAID I'LL BE LETTING THE CAT GO FOR THIS SPECIAL EVENT," Everyone cheered. Niki took Yn in her arms as she descended the palace's stone steps "Miss.Yn has instructed me to tell you must wait ten minutes after the cat is let go and you cannot injure the cat " Niki added petting Yn's head , "remeber Lady Yn is watching." Niki finished gently releasing the cat-Yn.

As she watched Yn creep into the alleyway's shadows, Niki took out a pocket watch. 11:50 Niki grinned as she scanned the gathering once more, her gaze settling on the man from the first group. Niki looked at the time before approaching the man "Mr. Jacobs, what are you doing here? I thought you wanted to be without wed forever," Niki said making Karl laugh. "Nobody in the town wants the baker boy and it’s getting quiet lonely, Miss.Niki." Before glancing elsewhere, Niki smiled at Karl.

"I'm rooting for you, Mr. Jacobs, but whatever you do, don't try to catch or jump at the cat. If you're the one, the cat will come to you it's smarter than it may appear." Niki turned and started to walk away as Karl gave her a nod. "Niki?" Karl said, prompting the maid to turn to face him. " If I'm being honest, I just wanted to pet the cat,” Karl's words caused Niki to giggle. "Well, get the cat and you can pet her all you want," Niki said before climbing the stairs onto the top step of the palace stairs and pulled out her gold pocket watch once more. 12:00 Niki shouted, "LET THE GAME BEGIN," causing everyone to scatter.

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Karl sat down in an alleyway on the second night. He could only hear the other men yelling and screaming in the distance after losing the cat. 'meow' Karl raised his head and his gaze fell upon a set of vibrant orange ones. Karl smiled. "Hey Kitty, are you thirsty after all your running?" Karl inquired, knowing he wouldn't receive an answer, as he pulled a water bottle from his bag, unscrewing the cap, filled it with water, placed it closer to the cat, then backed away.

Karl's lap after the cat strolled right up to him and disregarded the water. As the cats fixed their gaze on him, Karl's breath caught in his throat. "Was this what Niki was talking about that if I am the right one, you'll come to me?" he asked. "Are you sure I'm just a baker", the cat meowed up at him while sitting and displaying the lovely gold collar 'MEOW' Karl cautiously took the collar after the cat's tail began to swing angrily back and forth.

Karl blushed and covered his face as soon as the collar was released from Yn's throat, making her return to her human form. "Hello," Karl squeaked, causing Yn to giggle and stand up. "Come on, I have a palace to give you a tour of." Karl hurriedly rose to his feet and slung his coat over Yn's shoulders. Yn raised an eyebrow as she cast a quick peek towards Karl. "sorry you were juyst um-" Karl flushed and turned his head away. Yn smiled as she tightened the coat.

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As she rose from her throne, Yn smiled at her daughter. Karl raised himself and put an arm around Yn's waist. " What's the matter, dear?" Yn said as she attempted to remove her crown. "Nothing, put your crown back on darling," Karl replied as he removed his own crown and stepped in front of his daughter, placing the heavy crown upon her brown hair.

Sophia turned and bowed at the cheering crowd before quickly hugging her father and saying, "I love you, dad, and you too, mum." Yn smiled wider and said, "We love you too, precious little dove,"

FUN FACT I NAMED SOPHIA SOPHIA BECUASE:

The Ancient Greek word Sophia (σοφία, sophía) is the abstract noun of σοφός (sophós), which variously translates to "clever, skillful, intelligent, wise".

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Don’t Mess With Cats

Prologue

Pairing: Loki x reader Series Summary: When you find the most beautiful cat on the streets of New York City, you decide to take him in and give him a home. Little did you know, that cat is Loki Laufeyson, the very person your boss Tony Stark is looking for. Deciding to lay low for a while, Loki lives with you for nearly three months. And then you go missing. Still in cat form, Loki teams up with Tony and the Avengers to find you. While simultaneously having to keep his true identity a secret and grapple with his blooming feelings for you, can Loki find you before it’s too late? Chapter Summary: Transformed into a cat after the Battle of New York, Loki gets taken in by you. Chapter Warnings: typos, I’m sure A/N: Ok, so I forgot to advertise this, but uh, here *throws new series into the void* Updates every Monday. TAGLIST FOR THE SERIES IS OPEN! Hope you enjoy! :)

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The light shining in his eyes was blinding, and Loki blinked against it. It was rather unnecessary, thought the God. After all, he was complying. Relatively, anyway; he couldn’t stop his witty remarks, even if he tried. But he held out as long as he could, and now it was time for the tell-all.

“So?” questioned the voice from the other side of the table. “Are you finally ready to explain yourself? How exactly did all this happen?”

Loki looked right into the camera and it’s small, blinking red light with a crooked sort of grin. “Now that, is a long story...”

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Loki wondered if Thor could have handled a crushing defeat as gracefully as he did. Then again, Thor probably wouldn’t have wanted to lose, unlike his brother. At least Loki’s mind was his own again, even if his body was still aching for more reasons than he wanted to remember. But he was free.

The Avengers hadn’t kept a close enough eye on him. Really, it was their fault that he slipped away. Besides, he’d done something he was sure they would never in a million years guess.

He shapeshifted into a cat.

Perhaps it should have been odd to take on an animal’s shape, but it was second nature for Loki at this point. His paws moved swiftly over the sidewalks and into an alleyway. Though being a cat was a great cover, he couldn’t use his magic to teleport himself away in that form. Checking around him, he prepared to change back to his usual form, but before he could shed the sleek black disguise, you were crouching before him.

“Hey there, little guy,” you smiled, offering him a small part of your cheese stick. “What’s a pretty boy like you doing out here all alone, huh?”

He harshly meowed and hissed, but didn't do anything to actually hurt you. He realized he was probably a bit too well groomed for you to think he was a stray. Despite his best effort, he couldn’t help himself from sniffing at the offered food.

“That’s right,” you smiled with a soft voice. “You can have it.”

Slowly, and without breaking eye contact, he put the snack in his mouth, chewing carefully. After all, he wasn’t used to Midgardian food. Unfortunately, it was rather delicious. Even worse, he preened under your attention when you went to pet his head. He even went as far as to walk against your palm, letting you pet all along his back. He just hoped it was only his feline form that was lowering his inhibitions.

“Want to come with me, huh boy?” You carefully picked him up. He was too tired of fighting to resist. “There you go,” you whispered, petting him once more.

After examining him, you began to walk with the small, now purring bundle of warmth in your arms. Upon closer inspection, you found he had a number of scratches and cuts on him. You kept whispering calming reassurances to Loki. Even if you didn’t know it, he really needed it.

Next thing he knew, you’d brought him to the vet. He resisted a bit as they took him back into a checkup room. Once he saw you were going to be allowed to go with him, he calmed considerably. He held still as they searched his body with a scanner, but there was no microchip for them to find. Without a collar, he was deemed a stray, and you left with him in your arms again.

“Don’t worry, boy, I’ll take care of you,” you said, scratching behind his ears.

That evening you took some photos of him, and the next day you put up missing cat posters. Despite the fact you were hoping to keep him, you wanted to make sure you weren’t keeping him from his family.

A week later with no reply, you made a trip to the pet store, stocking up on everything you’d need. Except for the collar. You hadn’t exactly figured out a name for your new friend yet, and vowed to keep a careful eye on him until then.

On the matter of names, you were currently trying to figure one out for him. Loki sat on the windowsill, tail lazily swishing back and forth as gentle rain tapped the window, blotting out the view with large drops on the glass. You tapped your chin with the capped marker as you tried to figure out some more ideas on your white board.

As you wrote down another possibility, Loki leapt from his perch to a low bookshelf before reaching the ledge of the white board. You’d printed Muffin, Mittens, Dusk, Shadow, Ebony in a bulleted list.

“So, what do you think? I’m leaning towards Ebony.”

He meowed in protest and began rubbing up against the board, erasing the options. He looked at you as if to say “Really? This is the best you can do?”

“Alright", you laughed. “I don’t suppose you have any bright ideas then."

He quickly looked around, trying to find a way to communicate with you. He had a plan: Stay here and recuperate. Then, when the search for him had died down a bit, he’d leave. Maybe he’d even be able to briefly thank you for kindness, in some way or another.

Suddenly, he realized the TV was on, and he was just in luck; they were reporting on him. He hopped on the television stand and began trying to signal his name to you on the banner with the headline. You looked at him for a minute, perplexed that he seemed to have such a deep understanding of what you were saying. Then something lit up behind your eyes.

“I’ve got it! How about Mischief?”

Loki glanced at the screen, seeing the word there. He supposed it made sense you went for that instead of his actual name. After all, he’d just attacked the city. Well, he thought, close enough. He meowed in approval and rubbed himself against your legs. You picked him up, scratching behind his ears and earning a purr.

“Well, Mischief, I think this is the start of a beautiful friendship.”

And somehow, Loki found he couldn’t agree more.

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kanmom51 · 3 years

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JM JK timeline.- my observations how they grew over the years

Disclaimer: these are my own opinions and conclusions. Feel free to disagree, but hate or aggression will be unacceptable.

2017 - Part 3

Ooh, we have reached a major event here. Serendipity. 4 September 2017, or is it 1 September 2017 (??), as I will explain bellow. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BEMaH9Sm3lQ&t=16s .

Or what I like to call: JM’s love ode to JK.

Now tell me this: If Jimin’s song Serendipity was released 4th September 2017, and uploaded to BangtanTv on 5th September 2017, why is the date stamped on the MV 1 Sep 2017?

Does that date mean something? Let me think for a second….oh, it does, doesn’t it? It’s someone’s birthday !!!

JM tells us himself: “All of this isn’t just a coincidence”.

Serendipity is a beautiful love song, and I honestly believe it is JM’s love ode to JK, a birthday present to his love.

I am aware that Jimin is not the one who wrote the lyrics for the song. RM did though. RM, that at this point was very much aware of the relationship and JM’s great love for JK. RM that had written JK’s Begin, a song that everyone agrees is a very personal song of JK’s.

The “I am you, you are me” line actually originated from a song released by Zico in early 2016. There are theories that Jikook used a reference from that songs MV (the band aids on their fingers) during a Puma fan sign on April 2nd 2016. So, if this is true and the line had special meaning for them to start with, and it found it’s way into the song lyrics... feel free to make your conclusions...

And although we have no way of knowing just how involved JM was in the process of writing this song (did he ask for a love song? Did he give ideas to insert into the song, like destiny, not being a coincidence, the cat?), but at the end of the day, JM ‘owns’ the song, believes in what he is singing. When he talks about the song you can feel the emotional personal connection he has with the song. This is his song, and he sings it for JK. And JK knows this is Jimin’s gift to him.

Serendipity related, check out the 18th September Dance with DNA Vlive - https://www.vlive.tv/video/42069 .

JK’s reaction when JM says Serendipity is his favourite song. So cute. The thing with this one is that you could easily overlook it or not read too much into it. Only Suga’s reaction here is the tell all.

At the point that JK is acting all shy and smiley to himself, Suga moves closer to him, whispering “Jungkookah”, something that brings on a change to JK’s entire facial expression. There’s even a slight head nod from Suga when JK wipes the smile off his face.

Suga hinting to JK not to be so obvious, only made it more obvious. I also noticed that just before JM starts singing Serendipity, just after he was asked what his favourite song from the album is, JK looks sideways to Suga, as if he knows he isn’t supposed to react too obviously – looks a bit like little JK might have been scolded or reigned in prior to the live broadcast. Remember that this is really quite a short time after the song’s release, so JK’s excitement, happiness, is still really fresh. The song is for him, and it’s JM’s favourite...

I am not going to analyse the MV, but there are many who have done so before me. Was JM involved in the planning and did he have any input to the choices made? Idk. There is a similarity to the motif of the DNA MV. Is it a coincidence that the dominant colour used is JK’s favourite colour? Who knows. But doesn’t the song say “all of this is not a coincidence”?

Add to that JM starting to use the paw print emoji by JK’s name on Twitter? A coincidence? Mmm… interesting.

From this point on it is clear that “you are me, I am you” is a JM and JK thing.

21 September 2017 BTS comeback show. JK was in charge of putting together each of the members DNA. Very enjoyable. But why did JM have to mention again that JK comes to their room to sleep? Also, how does JK know that JM doesn’t wake up Hobi when he is playing games late at night? JM telling us how he now learnt how to play games – then what games was JM good last year (re: Vlive 22 April 2017)?

22 September 2017 Love Yourself fan sign– JM singing Serendipity, JK joining in. How happy JM looks when JK sings “just let me love you” with him all while making eye contact with each other at that point. The way JM looks at JK while singing the song. Singing to him.

Still think Serendipity is not JK and JM’s song?

They have a way of looking at one another that sometimes make me feel like I’m intruding on a very intimate moment.

24 September 2017 SBS Inkigayo Super concert – found it!!! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fb-_jkdxgh4 start watching at 3.36min.

This is the one I remembered, where JM, saw the need to grab JK’s butt, run his hand up and down his back side, right through the crack, repeatedly. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v7fv0CaQT9M start watching 11:30min , JM walks to his place past JK, lightly brushing his hand against JK.

When I mention the brushes or light touches – this is what I mean (see attached photos). Obviously, there will be those who say it wasn’t intentional, that he was walking by him and didn’t mean to touch him. I say bollox to that (excuse the language).

First, there was plenty of room not to walk so close to JK. Second, if you notice, he circles JK only to make it back to the same actual side he was on to begin with. All he had to do was back up, just like JK did, and not circle JK to make it to his place on stage. Third, to me it looks as if he was aiming to touch JK’s hand, only it was too high up.

26 September SBS MTV The Show. Happy happy boys.

30 September 2017 Love Yourself fan sign Sinchon – https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SMIdoK9rfAI .

Another one I was looking for. I have seen this moment and wasn’t sure where or when it was from. This is one of those clips Jikook’s use to show Jimin being jealous, and to be honest, first time I saw it it made me wonder too. But watching it again and again, I have come to the conclusion that that wasn’t the issue.

To me this is more JM being protective than JM being Jealous. Setting the boundaries for V when it comes to JK, and it is something we see with JM more than once.

JM wasn’t happy. V wasn’t happy. Boundaries were set.

I actually wrote a separate post about this moment.

1 October 2017 BTS live – https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qwU-NOMLvqQ

Tipsy JK must be a Jikooker. His guard is down, inhibitions are gone and he becomes really chatty and tends to say and do things that he most likely regrets later on. We didn’t see the members drink what seemed to be alcohol, but the vibe I got from JK’s talkativeness and behaviour during the live was that he was tipsy. Not outright drunk, but tipsy.

To the fan’s request to show his abs, JK starts checking himself out, looking under his T-shirt, only to be scolded by JM to keep it to himself. This is also the first time we hear him Jikooking, talking about eating with Jin and JM, referring to them as Jin-jikook, and then turning to JM, while the others try to call them by another name (I wonder why…). Did I not say tipsy JK is a Jikooker???

3 October 2017 Run BTS episode 22. https://www.vlive.tv/video/43438 start 7.00min.

JM turns to JK asking him to vote for him. The softness in JM’s voice when he asks him acting all coquettish. The way JM approached JK and the way he spoke to him, that’s not the way someone talks to his mate, or to his ‘brother’.

There was a softness in the approach to JK. coquettish is the only way I can describe it.

Love hearts were added by the show’s editors, not me !!!!

12 October 2017 BTS countdown. Can be found on Dailymotion.

All JM had to say was one word – Jungkookah and JK, surprisingly (not) chose him. The look of joy on their faces at that point. And again the editors with the heart emoji effects. Uhm…

JM and JK’s team was the team chosen by the fans, and guess what song they both choose to sing, as JM piggy backed JK? Their song obviously… Serendipity.

And yet again, JM gets to tell us JK comes to his room to sleep. We hear you JM. We hear you.

Jimin birthday surprise (BangtanTV 1 November 2017) - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6aAhNAl53ZY.

JM gets flowers sent from his father. J-Hope and Suga pretend JM’s dad has arrived to surprise JM, Suga pointing and saying he saw him. JK slowly backs up, shocked and alarmed smile on his face, trying to move behind RM. Then the boys start laughing.

Now, why do I think this is a moment worthy of my timeline? Well, when the boys start laughing, revealing it was a joke, the one Suga points at, laughingly, is JK.

The whole thing feels like a joke on JK, not JM. JK is the one being teased. Why would JK be so stressed out from JM’s dad being there? And why would the boys be teasing him like that? Hm…

The funny thing is that the camera is on JK and Suga, not on JM, who was supposedly just told his father was there. That feels slightly strange to me. Wouldn’t they want to catch JM’s reaction? Not JK’s?

28-30 October 2017 JK and JM Tokyo trip together. This trip was long anticipated by JM. He had been looking forward for his trip with JK for a long time. It was a private trip planned and paid for by JK as a gift for JM. What we know about the trip is mostly what they tell us in retrospect.

Saying that, this was truly a memorable trip for them both, and they both can’t seem to shut up about it, talking about it at any possible moment. JK telling us how JM stayed up (only JM?) until 5 am, so they both woke up at 12pm and missed out on plans they had for the morning, JM tells how they went shopping in Harajuku, how during their trip was the longest walk they took, referring to their trip during interviews. As I mentioned – a memorable trip.

31 October 2017 - When returning from the trip JM posts a selca/selfie. I know I said I won’t be doing this, but rules are sometimes meant to be broken, and this specific selca is gorgeous, so…

BTS Wings tour Japan documentary - filmed October 2017, published 12 November 2017 - https://www.dailymotion.com/video/x7sz5rq .

Both acting cute together. For some reason, they are the only ones that are paired for the one on one interviews, when Suga, Jin and Hobi were all interviewed by themselves.

Felt like JM and inhibitions were strangers during the group interview.

Not really sure what JM was searching for in JK’s thigh during the group interview (when V was talking) – tupping, fingering and squeezing JK’s thigh. And yet again RM and J-Hope’s reactions to die for. Hobi eyes on the action throughout the whole episode, and RM when he notices, I would pay a lot of money to know what was going through his head at that point. My educated guess is: “God, please get me out of here, why did I agree to be the leader????” LOL.

Then when asked what their impressions were when coming to the dome, JM tells how JK was crying, all while caressing JK’s ear. JK tells how he was emotional, and they look at each other. All the while, RM’s face when JM touches JK’s ear, only to continue to place his hands on their shoulders respectively.

JM continues to surprise, telling viewers to anticipate for JK’s sweat. The minute he says that, RM turns to look towards Suga, the vibe I get is: “god, please help me here…”.

Then JM goes on to tell us how in his opinion JK’s sweat is beautiful, Holy water. What???? J-hope repeats JM’s Holy water, then glances for just a second towards RM and looks down nervously – great save Hobi.

The group interview was shot on JM’s birthday. Maybe that had something to do with his good un-inhibited mood.

8 November 2017 – GCF in Tokyo - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XrTNLkqGrlc .

While the Tokyo trip was JK’s birthday gift or JM. GCF Tokyo is JK’s love ode to JM.

One of JK’s grand gestures. Up there with RB, as far as I am concerned.

This is not an analysis of GCFT, but I do have a few words to say on the matter. Explain why in my eyes this is a JK’s love ode to JM.

This video was filmed and edited by JK, and JK alone. It supposedly documents their trip together. It was his choice and his alone to edit and publish this video and did so to JM’s surprise.

In the video to start with, he lets us know that it’s the two of them, but from there on, other than seeing JK through the mirrors in the elevator while he is filming JM, the one we mostly see is JM. JM smiling, JM goofing around, JM eating, JM enjoying himself on the Tea Cup ride at Disneyland, JM walking, JM dancing, and as a whole just JM having the time of his life. For a video that is documenting a trip to Tokyo, there is not too much of Tokyo we get to see.

The end credits name JK as the photographer, director and editor, while naming JM as the actor.

There is a strong romantic vibe to the video.

JK’s editing choices, including his music choice for the video are well thought out. His choice to edit to the beat of the song. All cleverly thought out to accentuate both the footage and the lyrics of the song he chose: ‘There for you’ by Troye Sivan and Martin Garrix.

JM told us already: “this is not a coincidence”.

The level of preparation from JK, acquiring the rights to use the song, the amount of time it took to go over the footage and edit the video, all while managing to do that will a full working schedule (working throughout the night). This was clearly something big for him. His joy and pride when it was uploaded to Youtube, clearly showed, him smiley and dancing.

2 days prior to GCFT, on 6 November 2017, JM published his short clip of the trip. JM too took the time to edit a cute footage of the trip, documenting both of them having fun. Putting them both side by side only emphasizes the difference and showcases just how much GCFT was all about JM, being JK’s love ode to JM.

To be continued...

#jungkook #jimin #JK #JM #Jikook #Jikook are real #Jikook timeline #JMJK timeline #JKJM timeline #GCFT #Serendipity #Kookmin #Kookmin timeline

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The Knight Who Refused to Rest ||metadede oneshot||

Currently he was in the kitchen of castle Dedede drinking his 4th cup of coffee in the past hour while seemingly staring through the coffee pot leaning against the counter for support.

Meta blinked a couple of times, once again starting to become aware of where he was. Once he has achieved that goal he and started the task of finishing off his heavily sweetened coffee and starting on a new cup. He would honestly gag at how sweet and how bitter it was if he was actually well rested and awake, be alas, he was not.

After about 20 minutes of standing around in the kitchen Meta Knight had decided to start the hard task of walking all the way back to his flat and finish the pile of paperwork that had been on his desk for a while. As soon as Meta had turned towards the door and started to slowly walk and stumble towards the door.

While slowly leaving the room Meta had bumped into something extremely soft and warm and had nearly fallen onto his bottom in a daze but had been caught by the thing he had run into on accident.

“M-my apologies”, Meta had said with a suppressed yawn in between his sentence.

The round knight looked up at his obstacle as well as his savior only to realize that it was Dedede with a slightly concerned look with a soft smile on his face.

“It’s alright Meta Knight,” Dedede said softly, “are you feeling alright though? You normally notice when I’m in a room.”, He added with concern, having noticed dull Metas’ usually bright Amber eyes were.

The round knight had flinched when he finally processed what the king had asked him.

“I-I’m fine, just a-a bit tired,” The orb obviously lied.

Dededes’ eyebrows raised and his mouth went into a flat line, one of the most sceptical and disappointed looks he had ever made.

“Meta, that’s a lie. We both know this,” the penguin had started while meta decided to avoid eye contact with the bird, “also, when was the last time you slept eh?” The king finally finished with his brows still raised and his paws on his hips.

“Uhh, I believe it was, around, four days ago,” he said with a slight slur and some uncertainty.

Meta had taken a minute to answer but when he did Dedede was extremely disappointed.

“By the stars meta,” Dedede mumbled to himself while leaning down to start to pick Meta Knight up.

“Up we go!” The king had said out loud once he picked meta up and held him in a hugging position.

Meta gave a weak hiss similar to that of a cat and started to feebly struggle out of his boyfriend's arms.

“P-Put me down!”, He barely shouted with a yawn that was forced back.

Dedede looked down at his small little boyfriend with a grin, “No can do mety! I gotta get you to bed.” The king added much to metas’ displeasure.

“I’m fine,” meta said with a yawn,” I dun need to sleep yet.” Meta added while starting to slur more audibility from his drowsiness with starting to snuggle into the king's fluff and robe.

“Uh huh, sure ya don’t.” Dedede replied with a fond smile and started to pet meta knight so he was more cozy.

“Mmmmmmmm” was all meta replied with while using all his energy not to pass out right then and there.

After a bit of walking around throughout the castle Dedede had made it to his bedroom with the drowsy knight still fighting sleep in his arms. The penguin opened the door and walked through, closing the door behind him. He walked towards the bed and set his little knight onto the bed. Once he had the barely conscious puffball sitting up comfortably he started to remove the armour and the mask from the orb's body.

While Dedede was getting the armour off Meta knight had jolted in realisation that he had been moved from the kitchen and that he was now missing some armour thanks to his boyfriend.

“Mmmmmmm,” Meta knight groaned in exhaustion.

Dedede had given a small start to the sudden noise from the knight but didn’t react or stop his goal of making Meta comfortable at all.

Once Meta had been put into one of Dedede’s old sweaters and the bird himself had changed into his pajamas the two (Dedede laying Meta under the covers) had gotten comfortable in the bed and were now snuggling together with Meta weakly gripping his paws on the blanket and Dedede giving Meta some pets in the spot between his bat wings.

After a little bit the two had eventually fell asleep snuggling.

The end <3

#oneshot #writing #metadede #I have no life #haha oneshot go brr #expect one other oneshot to come out soon #I despise writing sometimes

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dzamie-oc · 3 years

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Cynder's Spyro Picnic

AO3 Link: Cynder's Spyro Picnic Furaffinity: Cynder's Spyro Picnic Fandom: Spyro the Dragon (Video Games), Legend of Spyro Rating: Explicit Relationships: Cynder/Spyro the Dragon Characters: Spyro the Dragon, Cynder (Spyro) Summary: Cynder and Spyro planned a picnic. Spyro ends up being the food.

cw: NSFW (or nsft for filters), vore, dubcon, femdom. If you are a minor, or any of these are upsetting to you, DO NOT READ THIS FIC.

Once again, MINORS DNI

Spyro woke up to the feeling of a comforting presence moving away from him, then the unmistakable sound of his girlfriend getting up. Though hesitant to wake up, himself, the purple dragon cracked open his eyes to get a look at Cynder’s stunning, sleek form. The dragoness grunted as she stretched like a cat, arching her back as though to show off her flexibility and curves. Her wings, too, extended as far as they could, then flapped a couple of times, blowing some air in Spyro’s face. He smiled, and as a yawn from Cynder set off one of his own, he pictured the view from behind the dark dragon.

And then, in spite of the rest of his body, one part in particular stood tall, ready for action. Cynder turned to look at him, smiling. “Well?” she asked, “you ready to join the waking world with me?”

Spyro grunted. “Can’t the serial savior of the Dragonlands sleep in on occasion? The temple won’t get much dirtier with just another hour...”

“He could,” Cynder conceded, “orrrr, he could remember that he has no chores today, leaving him and his mate ample time to have that picnic they planned.”

“No chores? That’s great!” the purple dragon said, grinning, “that means even more time to sleep! See you in a couple hours, Cyn!” With that, he closed his eyes and laid his head down, then made exaggerated snoring noises that almost covered up the sound of Cynder’s claws clicking against the floor with her approach.

Suddenly, a quick, sharp pain in his tail sent a jolt through his system. Spyro immediately shot to his feet, nearly tripping over himself and his wings in his panic. He swung his head around to look at his tail, where he spotted a smug-looking Cynder holding the tip in her mouth. “Looks like Malefor’s influence hasn’t entirely left, after all these years,” he said, tugging his tail free.

His mate dropped the tail and stepped up against him, ducking under his orange wing. Her body was always a bit cooler than his, which he attributed to his firebreath and her lack of it. Subconsciously, Spyro extended his wing over her, hugging her black scales against his purple. “Then maybe some cute, purple dragon should show me what’s so nice about being on the side of good!” She winked and slipped from his light grip, using the shadow of his own wing to keep it open. A deft swish of her tail hooked their empty picnic basket.

And then started their game. Cynder was easily first to the door, and flicked her tail to the side, wiggling her hips to give Spyro a tantalizing view of the pink slit hidden below. Spyro rose to the challenge, and as he stepped through the door, he affectionately nipped at her horns. A light jolt of electric breath sent a shock down her spine. Cynder gasped and let out a small “eep!” as she stiffened; that was just the reaction the purple dragon needed to know he’d struck home. He dashed through the door before she could get her revenge that easily, and a glance behind him showed his mate hot on his tail. Nonetheless, Spyro was first to the next door. With a smug smirk, he spun around and sat while he tugged the door open, hind legs splayed slightly to show off his member like she’d teased him. Cynder slowed to a trot as she approached, then gave him a quick peck on the muzzle. Wind magic flowed from her jaws, swirling around the male dragon and sending pleasant tingles all over... just enough to make him miss her taking off to the next set of doors.

Back and forth, the dragons raced through the halls, stopping only to flirt with each other; the other occupants, Spyro reasoned, must have either been away or knew to avoid the duo while they were in this mood. Eventually, Cynder burst onto a grassy area, with Spyro soon barreling after her. And although the black dragoness soon slowed, her mate was not so lucky. Spyro shouted a warning, and Cynder turned just in time for him to plow into her side, sending them tumbling through the field.

“Ugh…” Spyro groaned, shaking his head, “did someone get the number of that train?”

“You WERE the train,” Cynder replied, her voice muffled from her position partially under his body.

With some effort, Spyro got up and shook himself, then offered a paw to help Cynder up. “Because I’m an unstoppable powerhouse, right?”

For his help, Cynder gave him a quick lick on his snout. “Oh, I dunno, I think I can freeze you in your tracks easily enough,” she teased, twining her tail around his. Spyro felt himself blush hot as his mate sidled up next to him, her flank against his and her tail twisting further around his. To make matters worse, the dragoness draped her wing over his back and purred low in his ear, “my, it seems I forgot to put food in the basket. It’s just us here, all alone, with no food.”

Spyro wasn’t about to be outdone, however. He nuzzled her neck and gently lapped under her chin and cooed back, “we’re clever dragons. I’m sure we’ll find something to do to occupy ourselves.” With their tails still entwined, he raised his and took hers with it. By the sound of Cynder’s breath coming slower and heavier, and the familiar scent of her arousal reaching his nostrils, Spyro’s play had worked.

“A-and what do you suggest we do, my love?” Cynder tucked her chin down, pinning Spyro’s head between it and her neck; surrounded by her scales, the male dragon smiled and sighed.

“Good question.” He unwound his tail from hers, strutted ahead of her, and laid down on his side. With a confident smile, he shifted his hind legs to show off the pink shaft poking out from his scales. “Maybe take a look around and see if anything catches your interest?”

Cynder’s dark scales tinted ever so slightly red, and her tail whipped behind her. Spyro’s smile became a grin when he saw it stay slightly raised as she approached him. The dragoness set one paw against his chest... and then shoved him. The world spun as Spyro rolled once and landed flat on his back under the shade of a nearby tree. Cynder stalked closer, licking her muzzle; when he tried to get back up, her forepaw was there again to hold him down. A slight weight crept up on his legs and wings, with a gentle coolness to identify it as Cynder’s shadow magic. From experience, Spyro knew he could only break free with his own powers, but he also knew he wouldn’t want to.

“Ah… I love this view,” Cynder said, grinning down at him. Spyro’s heart raced in his chest, the purple dragon unable to stop a hot blush and a broad smile from creeping onto his face. “The purple dragon of prophecy, pinned under me. Forelegs bound nice and snug-” she gently batted at his paws; Spyro tried to take her paw in his, but all he could do was strain against the shadows. “...and, more importantly,” the dragoness continued, turning around, “his hindlegs open. Everything on view, to browse at MY leisure.” The male dragon shuddered as she spoke, eager for her to “browse.”

Still, Spyro managed to push his libido aside to crack a grin. “So this is the plan of the dark Cynder! You won’t get away with this; even if it looks like I’m pinned down, my friends will hear me call for them!” He licked his broad muzzle, and when Cynder ducked her head down to look at him, they shared the same, sly smile.

The black dragoness didn’t respond for a few seconds, and Spyro followed her gaze to stare at her shapely, scaly rear. Her thighs and tail swayed back and forth above his head, dark scales framing the ruby ones between them, themselves drawing his gaze to the wet sliver of pink flesh visible in a slit in her scales. A drop of Cynder’s arousal fell onto his muzzle, and with an idle flick of his tongue, he lapped it up. Too small to taste, but he knew that wouldn’t be a problem for long.

“And how will you call for them, Spyro, when you cannot speak?” This was all the warning he got from his mate before that alluring sight drew swiftly closer, filling his vision with her ruby-red belly scales, and he felt her scales against his lips. The soft, smooth sensation soon gave way to a squishy heat as Cynder shifted her weight and ground her pussy against him while her tail slid against his - recently dulled - horns. Spyro once more poked his tongue out, only this time, it was not a drop of her juices, but enough to coat his tongue and more. It was a familiar, mildly sour taste, at once both sticky and slimy in his mouth, and one which he had grown to love for what it meant.

As his tongue probed deeper, filling his ears with wet smacks and squishes, Cynder added a new sound to the mix, a shaking exhale, audible even though her tail and thighs surrounded Spyro’s head. And when he tilted his head down to get at her clit, swiftly finding the sensitive nub of flesh with his tongue, his mate’s very un-villainous squeak was music to his ears. He swirled around a few times while Cynder kept grinding on his nose, then went back to probing the depths of her pussy, while her warm, slimy juices trickled down his muzzle.

As Spyro continued to explore Cynder’s soft snatch with his probing tongue, he became vaguely aware of her pressing against his belly-scales. A moment later, he was suddenly made MUCH more aware of his mate when a soft, wet sensation wrapped around his hard shaft. The dragoness suckled on his draconic pride, making him moan into her slit; out of habit, Spyro tried to reach up and grab her ass to get even deeper into her. Naturally, however, her shadows held him fast, reducing his efforts to a mere wiggle.

With an audible, wet pop, the heat around his cock vanished, followed by a playful giggle from his mate, one which only grew when the needy male tried to buck his hips up to meet her, only to once again find his body bound by shadowy restraints. “Oh? You want more?” Cynder purred. Spyro grunted in affirmation and nodded his head, rubbing his snout against her drooling slit.

To either side of his head, Spyro saw her powerful, black thighs shift positions, just before the dragoness dropped her hips down hard on his face. He closed his eyes as that soft, hot embrace slid against - no, around - his snout. The heat of her netherlips stopped just before his eyes before retreating. Rather than pulling off of his muzzle, Cynder instead grinded her drooling snatch against him; Spyro could hear her moan even over the wet "slck... slck..." of her inner walls clenching around his snout.

Breathing through the corners of his mouth, Spyro got back to work, exploring his mate’s insides and twisting his head back and forth. Cynder gasped, and this time, she muffled her moan with Spyro’s cock, turning into a low, guttural groan. Her own tongue, warm and slick and oh-so-talented, swirled around the male dragon’s member. With his vision surrounded by scales of ruby and obsidian, his snout held in place by the tight grip of Cynder’s netherlips to dominate his smell and taste, and his ears filled with the repeated squishes of her well-lubricated pussy walls and her needy, desirous moans, Spyro could barely take the sensation of his lover’s maw and tongue wrapped possessively, hungrily, around his rock-hard member. Each time he felt himself tense for his orgasm, however, Cynder drew away, leaving him straining helplessly against her shadows, and his cock twitching, close but not quite to his limit.

After what felt like an eternity of carefully-controlled bliss, the weight against his face increased as Cynder sat back with a cry of ecstasy; Spyro leaned into her, shutting his eyes once again and feeling her soaking-wet pussy walls slip over his face. Her hot, soft snatch took the base of his horns before everything went tight. His lover clenched around him as though she would never let go, forever claiming him for her perpetual pleasure toy. A brief moment - a split second - was all the relief he got before the quick, repeated spasms of Cynder’s orgasm tugged, squeezed, and kneaded at his snout, and although he would’ve loved nothing more than to taste her at that moment, trying would have had him bite his tongue off when the dragoness forced his muzzle tightly shut.

Finally, the weight around his head and snout vanished, and Cynder’s heavy breaths became the loudest sound around him. Still covered in her juices, Spyro didn’t dare try to open his eyes, but could hear her footsteps in the grass nearby... and just like that, he remembered where the two of them were. Well hopefully, he thought, nobody else in the dragon temple had seen them. He tested his limbs again, hoping to wipe her arousal from his face and “repay” her for the intense facefucking; to no avail, however, the cool and light-but-strong grasp of solid shadows still held him fast.

“Oh! I made an absolute mess. Here, let me help with that...” Something soft, warm, and wet pressed against his face - doubtless Cynder’s tongue - but only managed to replace her pussy juices with her saliva. “How’s that, Spyro?”

Unable to tell if she was asking seriously, Spyro decided to answer seriously. “Probably better, but it’s hard to wipe off my eyes with my paws bound.” A moment later, he felt warmth creep into his scales. Or, rather, the slight chill of Cynder’s shadows left him. Immediately, Spyro wiped his eyes clear and blinked them open to stare up at the gorgeous visage of the most lovely dragoness he knew. He grinned at her. “Some picnic, huh? You got a nice mouthful of cock, and I ate my fill of pussy.”

Cynder dipped her muzzle, and the warm touch of her tongue glided up the side of his muzzle a couple of times. “Mm-hm. We should have these picnics more often. I rather like the available meat!” Then, she changed sides, her forked tongue lapping gently at his scaly lips.

Spyro laughed. “Oh, by all means, feel free to have as much of the available meat as you want! Especially with a tongue like that.”

“Believe me, Spyro, I thoroughly intend to.”

Cynder licked just under his chin, then a bit lower, and lower still, working her way, tiny lick by tiny lick, down his lower jaw and neck. Spyro’s heart beat faster in anticipation of the dragoness reaching her destination between his legs, still standing proud and waiting for the much-needed attention. So he raised his head, brow furrowed, when she suddenly stopped mid-chest. However, when she started going back up, inching her way back to the tip of his snout, he set his head back, groaned, and smiled, his paw covering his face.

“Oh, you tease. One of these days, you’re gonna skip this charade and just blow or fuck me, and I’m gonna be too surprised to cum.”

The dragoness’s tongue glided achingly slowly up the underside of his neck and chin, warm drool quickly cooling in the air as she left it. Spyro felt her paw against his chest, where he knew she could feel his heart race from her affections. “Well, you’re in luck, my love,” Cynder said in a low, husky voice, “because I really, REALLY want you inside me. Right now.”

As he stared down his muzzle at her, she playfully nipped at his snout and gently held it closed between her jaws. Spyro’s smile at the cute display soon faded and fell as she continued to watch him with an increasingly smug look on her face.

“Oh no,” was all the purple dragon could make out before Cynder opened her jaws again, wider this time, and treated Spyro to a clear view of the pink inside of her maw, before her head darted forward and swallowed his snout in one go.

He groped blindly at her head and neck, but her paws swept his forelegs back along his body, and another swallow introduced his whole head to the grip of her throat. It wasn’t as tight as her pussy was when she came, but almost as hot, and the pressure didn’t let up. A number of firm points pressed into his neck scales; Spyro’s hide was tough enough to resist her teeth unless she really wanted to hurt him, and, as she tugged his head up and forward to bring him into a sitting position, it was clear that she didn’t.

Nonetheless, the dragon struggled. Twisting left and right to free his forelegs, unfurling his wings, anything to brace against her hot, gentle jaws and stop - heck, even slow - her feast. To his relief, she released his limbs, but before Spyro could push her head back and away, the dragoness wrapped him in a tight hug. Chest to chest, the purple dragon felt her heartbeat and breath against his own, and her warm breath ran down his neck and back, punctuated by a soft, tender grunt. The intimate display relaxed Spyro slightly, just enough for Cynder to stretch her jaws wider still and fit them over his wing-wrists and chest. Inside her snug throat, Spyro’s own neck was similarly made to bend along with it; as the dragoness’s drooling jaws slid down over a purple-and-gold torso, Spyro’s muzzle dipped past her collar, the magical metal expanding to let her prey in.

“Nnf, Cynder, please, I was gonna hang out with Sparx and stuff!” Spyro protested. The constant squeezing made it difficult to open his mouth, let alone speak, but Spyro managed. His mate-turned-predator once again freed him from her scaly grip, but that was little comfort, with his scaly chest now only a large bulge in her usually-slender neck. Again, he tried to move his trapped limbs, but all he got for his troubles was another swallow. His snout squeezed through a tight ring of muscle and into a more open, and somehow hotter, chamber.

Just then, a familiar soft, wet feeling slithered down his underbelly, ahead of Cynder’s jaws. As his head slipped fully into her gut, his other “head” sent spikes of pleasure up his spine when the black dragoness’s tongue curled around his tip. Spyro let his legs and tail go limp as she tenderly swirled the warm, wet muscle around his shaft, and Cynder eagerly took the opportunity to lift him up and tip her head and body back, sticking Spyro’s scaly purple ass towards the sky.

Her tongue ran up and down his needy cock even as the hard length slid into her jaws proper, carefully protected from her teeth. Distracted by this strange variation on a blowjob, Spyro hardly noticed as, bit by bit, he slid deeper, his cock slipping from her tongue to her throat while he helpfully curled his neck and body around to conform to the shape of her gut. Each swallow squeezed his cock between his drool-slicked, scaly underbelly, and Cynder’s soft, wet, squishy throat. Some part of his mind registered the heat of her insides creeping over his legs and tail, or the sensation of her tongue wrapping leisurely around the yellow, cone-shaped tip of the last appendage before it, with the rest of his tail, was finally slurped inside, but Spyro was far more focused on trying to thrust against the throat above his curled-up form.

Finally, his pink tip slipped into Cynder’s stomach, granted a reprieve from the constant stimulation. Spyro pants, catching his breath as his hindlegs and tail tumble in with the rest of him. It’s a tight fit, but Cynder seemed to have no difficulty taking all of him. With some careful wiggling and creative limb placements, the male dragon manages to right himself as well as he can while curled tightly into a ball of scales. “Alright, very nice,” he grumbled, “now let me out. I had plans for later today!”

Her stomach squeezed a bit more firmly against his body. As the pressure moved around, Spyro realized Cynder was rubbing her swollen belly. “Mm, once I’m ready. You feel good in there. But... I’ll give you some kind of release, if you know what I mean.”

“Cynder, c’mon! I know we took awhile here, I’m sure Sparx is gonna be waiting for me!” Cynder’s paws rove over more parts of her gut, and after a few seconds, Spyro splays his hind legs apart as best he can, giving in. “...lower and to the right.”

Aided by her paws, Spyro found her hot, slimy stomach walls pressing against his dick, shifting slightly as she tried to stroke him off through her gut. He braced himself against her stomach, awkwardly squirming against their soft embrace. The two dragons soon worked themselves into a rhythm, Spyro panting in the already hot, humid air in Cynder’s gut as he grinded his twitching, sensitive cock against her insides, and Cynder kneading between his legs, through the layers of muscle, scale, and fat. Deep in her body’s embrace, surrounded by slimy flesh grinding back against him, tension built in Spyro’s body, driving him closer and closer to climax.

With a lustful groan, Spyro gave himself over to pleasure, thick, white cum spurting from his cock, only to immediately land on Cynder’s stomach walls, rubbing against the purple dragon’s scales - not that he could tell, with the dragoness’s heat and slick stomach juices all around him. Spyro breathed hard, recovering from the release, and affectionately rubbed his partner’s belly from within. “Thanks, Cyn...” A few seconds later, he pushed out again, firmer, and reiterated, “but seriously, I was gonna spend time with Sparx today. How long are you keeping me?”

“Oh, I’ll let you out for dinner. And if you really want to spend time with your dragonfly friend, I can always go get him for you.”

Spyro was silent for a few seconds as her words sunk in, then he groaned. “Please don’t. I like your stomach better as the sole occupant.” Cynder’s gut shook with laughter, before starting to slowly sway back and forth as she walked away to spend some alone time with her tasty partner.

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razorblade180 · 3 years

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OC test: Survive pt1

Each character has been split off from one another by hard light fields to form a circular ring divided evenly; with a safe zone in the very center. They can all see and hear each other, but that’s it. All characters will face grimm at the same time. The type of grimm is dependent on what will give that individual trouble. Once a character defeats their grimm, it is their choice to what zone they want to go to next to help. The test is over when a winner in every zone has been decided.

Aero:Anybody getting Saw vibes from this, or at least something sinister?

Kovu:It did say “a winner” meaning the grimm might own us.

Summer:Remember the good old days where a test was make breakfast? I do...

Veronica:Just don’t fuck up and you’ll be fine. I’m ready for everything!

Sienna:Aren’t you technically a civilian?

Veronica:Pfft, I can still kick butt. I’m a Xiao Long!

Jacquelyn:I think the test is beginning.

Yujin stretches out her wrists and grabs her sword. It was soon after that ten pools of grimm opened up with Ursa Majors clawing out, fully armored and foaming at the mouth. One final pool had a King TaijituYujin wasn’t expected anything less, yet she was still upset. “I am sick and tired of these stupid things! Why all at once!?”

“Because it’s called survival...” Tenzen said, witnessing dozens of baby deathstalkers marching towards his as hives of lancers swarmed above. “Guess I’m playing exterminator...” he syched himself up, before a Beringel came stampeding in. It beat on it’s chests and let out a roar. “And....fighting baby King Kong...”

Jael hadn’t wasted any time making headway on her test. She knew herself pretty well and what she could handle. That still did not entirely prepare herself to fend of eight fully grown manticore in aerial combat. “So this is a manticore? Yeah, about what I expect .” She said , dodging their fireballs. “Air or land, they seem pretty dangerous. Guess I got no real advantage, yet.”

Sparrow was on the ball. Military training served him well. Armed only with an Atlesian pistol and a fishing rod, he controlled the battle ground. His mother had taught him long ago what his limits were and how to make up for them. A single Sphinx flew down to swipe at him. The young man back stepped and shot a high powered round at its foot. The beast roared before trying to fly.

“Oh no you don’t!” He casted the line right in the Sphinx’s mouth and yanked back down on the injure foot. “You’re gonna move the way I want you to!” Another round hit its front paw, making the creatures spin around, using its snake tail. Sparrow had already dropped the line and cought the second beast. He didn’t hesitate to press his gun right to its eye and blow up the head of the...tail. “Whoo! Still got it!”

While several of the kids quickly understood their enemies, others were left a little perplexed. Sienna was one of these people. “Uhhh I know Remnant is a big place, but since when do grimm look like roaches?” She stuttered.

The question got many to take a glance. Yep, roaches, but not the small kind. These roaches looked on par with the size of house cats. The black insects with bone white wings scattered around the floor. Several stood on two legs while grinding their human-like teeth together that made a shrill noise Sienna found personally irritating. The only Kovu alone seemed to grasp that situation.

“Don’t run! Walk in big circle! They’ll be huddled up that way!” He shouted. Sienna followed his instructions without question. The heard of roaches began following her on two legs while the others reached outward.

“Ohhh don’t like that!” Sienna looked at Kovu with a look that said, “what I’m the actual hell” very apparently. “Kovu-”

“They’re called Feasters. Do not let them swarm you and do not run! They will get on all of their legs and be much faster. Also don’t jump! They fly; just whack them with your chain.”

Sienna did just that. “I hate this I hate this I hate this, they’re so many! And that stupid noise!!!! Agh, my ears!” She winced. A second of stopping prompted the infestation to lunge at her like a wave. Sienna quickly tumbled backwards and kept walking. The last thing she wanted was for those things to take a bite of her. All things considered though, this was manageable. The benefit of no semblance she supposed. “How we looking everyone?”

“Peachy!” Veronica yelled, rider kicking a Tar Maw, a voracious gator like grimm that had a bond white back with black carvings. It’s red eyes glared and the tar black underside dripped like a leaky faucet. The sixteen foot beast opened its gaping mouth, hurling up grimm fluid before diving into it and through the ground subsequently; as it the dirt itself has become as flowing as water. Veronica phased through the ground to try and hit it from underneath but was shocked to see the beast diving down for her. Along with two more smaller but equally dangerous Tar Maws. Quickly, Veronica shot upward through the ground and into the air to barely avoid the the creatures that burst through the ground almost as forceful as her.

“As if one wasn’t enough.” Veronica snarled. Her body rolled forward midair to deliver a swift axe kick to one of the grimm’s hid, knocking it into the others. “I think Summer and I finally agree on something! I miss breakfast tests!”

“Glad you see it my way...” Summer groaned, watching a Arma Gigas rise. She looked over to her brother’s section to see the same exact expression of annoyance. Of course he had one as well. Nick looked at her as if she could do anything about it. “I know, it sucks.”

“Royally.” He added. Nick armed himself with Mort Froide and placed 15 upright ice glyphs around it in a diamond formation. His next move was summoning a gigas blade in his left hand before running towards the emerging knight that has yet to form from the shins down. With limited options it swung its blade which Nick proceeded to jump onto an continuing his charge towards its face. “I’ve killed one before. I can do it again!” Nick jumps at the face to slash it but is knocked back by a headbutt. Fully formed, the gigas bends its knees to prepare a jumping slash. However, blades of ice rockets out of the glyphs, wedging themselves between the knees and ankle armor space to stall movement long enough for Nick to recover. He runs his head and grunts, “Gah, okay. This one has a bet more heft. Noted...”

Valerie watched her two closest friends head off to fight their grueling challenge. “Always setting the pace.” She faced forward towards a fresh Nucklevee, free of any armor but still big enough to be a problem. “What, is this some kind of generational test? Too bad dad isn’t here. He’d love this!” Valerie leaped forward, twirling her battle axe before smashing it into the ground to break up the floor. “Can’t let move easily.” She leaped again.

The Nucklevee shot it’s arms out into the crushed floor and then upwards, it’s hands full of rocks. They flew up and over Valerie before crushing the rubble. A cloud of dirt and debris rain down and struck her back, throwing her balance off. Both arms came plummeting downwards to wrap her up and slammed them into the earth.

“It’s thinking!? But it’s new!” Valerie struggled trying to break free of the elastic grasp. “Huh?” She looked up to see the horse mouth exhale a plume of black smoke along the floor and headed right to her. “That’s not good...” through pure strength and will, Valerie got to her feet and started pulling with all her might. The arms wiggled and where dragged up from the ground but would not break. The fog crawled closer and closer until the edges of it began stinging her skin on her ankles like fire. “Gah! Aw screw it!” She yelled, taking a deep breath and releasing the tension of her struggling. Her entire body slingshotted forward through the smoke and to the best, striking it with a double kick to the skeleton like face. It’s arms finally loosened enough for her to escape. She went to sever an arm until the beast turned around and struck her with it’s massive hind hooves. Val tumbled back and onto her legs. A strange numbness and pain resided in her ankles. Moving felt...odd. Valerie looked up to see the fog continue to spread and the beast beginning to charge. “Tsk..” Maybe it was best her father wasn’t here after all?.

In a other section, a much better circumstance was taking place for Lucas. The man effortlessly weaved around the onslaught of razor sharp feathers, bouncing some back to clip the Nevermore wings that sent them. It helped, but only a little considering he was dealing with an entire flock. Multiple enemies that used a wind ranging attack with multiple projectiles. Quite the headache for one who sees the future. So he did what he always did, not even try.

“One thing at a time Lucas. This moment, right now.” He said to himself as more feathers rained. He transformed his blade into a whip and began flailing it to deflect only what he could see and hear coming his way. The moment he found an opening he would swimg the whip around the bird’s neck and yank it down for him to cleave it. A simple strategy, effective. However, it was time consuming. Not a problem for him specifically, but his mind could only think about the people around him. He hadn’t been paying close attention to all of them, but the screaming grimm he could hear outside his zone let him know they weren’t all getting lucky in this test. “EVERYONE OKAY!?”

“NO!” Aero cried as he crashed to the ground, his wings covered in webs. The flexed it off the best he could while avoiding Soul Suckers, enormous spider grimm that had a real bad habit of draining aura and turning people into soulless husks that were robbed of will. Seven of the bastards shot dense web at him in an attempt to do just that. Aero spread his wings and slammed them towards the ground, rocketing himself upward with one powerful flap. “I AM NOT EQUIPPED FOR THESE!”

“They have spider grimm!?” Lucas said with concern. “That’s just sadistic...”

“You’re telling me!?” Aero looked over to Mona’s section, who was dealing with a single Goliath. Her spry nature allowed her to maneuver around its legs, quickly attacking. Unfortunately she was up against a Goliath. Simple daggers might as well be paper cuts. “You hanging in there Mona!?” He asked before having to dodge more webs.

“Worry about yourself Bird Boy!” She yelled sprinting. Mona went into a one armed hand spring onto its trunk and rolled onto its back, sliding down it with her dagger running through it shallowly before hitting armored bone; killing her momentum and hurting her shoulders. “Shit!” She winced. She yanked her blade out and jumped off as the Goliath’s trunk tried grabbing her. “Uuuggh this big bitch might as well be made of clay!” She pulled out her second dagger and took one giant lunge that sent her flying like a bullet. Mona began spinning like a sideways buzz saw as she went by the grimm’s left and right leg, making an average size gash. Not enough to cripple it but enough to piss it off.

The thief couldn’t stop her speed correctly and ended up tumbling along the ground and barely missing a tree. Her head buzzed loudly and her vision blurred enough to not realize the two ton monster charging until it was severely feet away. “Oh f-” she tried blocking. The tusks were aimed right for her blades but suddenly, her entire body was shot up in the air and away from the attack. “Aaah! What the heck!?”

“Stop screaming!”

Mona was spun around to see Eliza hovering with the power of wind. “How the- you finished!?”

“Yeah I had those gross centipedes and a couple annoying alphas with majors as well.” Eliza said. She causally pointed behind her to a zone charred beyond belief. “My semblance was useless so I had to go all out from the start. Guess you’re in a similar situation? Let’s waste this thing.”

“Hmm you’re lucky I like the way you look. I’ll take you up on that, not that needed help.”

“Whatever you say. Maybe I should’ve checked in with Kovu!” She looked his way. “But considering with Carmine said I’m sure his challenge-”

“oPeN UuuP...” gurgled a cold, torn voice. One that reached all ears, freezing grimm and human alike. It came from Kovu’s section. There the young man sat pinned and shaken up. Nothing but the dust barrier against his back and his own bubble-like barrier in front of it, constructed from his golden aura. The thing gnawing it, a very big and very aggressive Hound. It’s teeth grated against the aura, barely cracking it but cracking it nonetheless. “oPeN UuuP...”

Kovu’s face dripped sweat. His arms were completely stiff from trying to maintain his gaurd. “Guys, I don’t want to sound needy, but...” he grunted.

Several of his friends began working harder on their matches. Yujin and Veronica in particular had a fire lit inside them to make sure Kovu would be okay.

“Hang on Kovu!” Yujin yelled. “Just give me a bet of time and-”

“I thought you wanted to be a huntsman?” Carmine interjected, gaining Kovu’s attention. “I thought you wanted to try and catch up to me, but you’re asking for help this quickly? Not only that, but now you’ve caused others to worry more about you which could make them rush and make a mistake that’ll be disastrous. Hmm, I thought better of you than that.” She said bluntly.

He said nothing. Veronica on the other hand. “Hey!” She had a few words. “Isn’t that your cousin!? You of all people should be-”

“Worried?” Carmine finished. “I’m not saying I’m not, but I’m more worried about the thing behind me, I’m case none of you payed attention.” Carmine looked over her shoulder to the massive grimm pool that all but filled the entire area and continued to flow.

Of course nobody else noticed. It wasn’t big enough to caste a shadow over them all until this moment. Once again eyes looked to see the danger but it was their ears that heard it before anything else. A deafening roar that shook the ground like a disaster. Carmine fully turned around to look at her opponent. It was cruel. Downright evil to the letter. What could she have possibly done to earn-

“Leviathan!?” Tenzen yelled.

“I know right? It’s ridiculous.” Carmine said, a bead of sweat running down her head. “I rather switch with Jacquelyn.”

“Hehe, is that a fact?” She laughed nervously, witnessing the creation of a fully realized dragon staring her down as the shook off excess fluid. Yet another huge thing that nobody but Carmine was aware of apparently because they were once again floored. Not necessarily at the beasts even though they were scary, but because that was two people’s test!”

Yujin looked briefly at Carmine in awe. “You can take down Leviathan!?”

“What? Hell no! Are you crazy!?” Carmine said, unapologetically. “That thing is a kingdom killer! Look it’s flattering that you all seem to think I’m super badass but you do know I’m one person right?”

“Well when you say it like that I sound stupid. Didn’t Ruby beat one of those?” Yujin said, dodging.

“My mother flashed her eyes while a giant robot sucker punched it with a drill. Her eyes didn’t even do much but make it stuck for three seconds. Nobody just beats a Leviathan!” Carmine brandished her sword to face it. Her eyes looked back towards to see her cousin still struggling. “....Did you all know Kovu has never beaten me in a fight? He’s always been a pretty average fighter. That being said, I could never knock him out or keep him down for long. He’s resilient as hell. Almost like surviving is his special talent.”

“Carmine...” Kovu uttered.

“Surviving doesn’t mean winning. I’m definitely not about to win this and I doubt Jacquelyn over there is coming up with a grand slam plan to solo a dragon. Buying time though, I can do that all day.” The leviathan shot out a breath of immense flames. Carmine dove out of the way immediately. “Do not make me do this all day. I’m tired. Twenty minutes at best. More than enough time for anyone to lend a hand and then some, right?” Without another word, she got to work.

Carmine was an odd ball. If she had said anything like that to a stranger, it may have come off as rambling. But those around her in this test, they got the girl’s message. Kovu most of all, while Jacquelyn understood from the start given her enemy. Twenty minutes. Nobody was to aid her for that long or to worry. Carmine had temporarily removed herself the equation. One less thing for other’s to worry about.

“Twenty one.” Kovu said. “I got this mutt right where I want him for twenty one minutes.” Sure he was being optimistic, but this barrier bursting wasn’t game over right away. Like Carmine said, he was resilient.

Jacquelyn couldn’t help but smile. Part of it was the touching pep talk. The other was nervousness because no way was she about to put herself before kids. “Ah what the hell. I’m the winter maiden. A badass one at that. Thirty.” Her eyes glowed.

“Of course they want to out do me” Carmine chuckled. Alright everyone, nothing fancy! Those who know they can win, will. All others, do this test, survive!

Finally the stage was set. Everyone was on track. “Right!!!”

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gluevah · 3 years

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This is a series of asks since I am almost out of asks for now but you can answer them over time in posts. 1. What kind of commissions would you be willing to do? For example, eye swaps, dying, embroidered paws, custom clothing.... 2. What Build a Bears (and clothes) do you personally want and why? 3. What are your current favorite Build a Bear animals, clothes, and accessories? Why? 4. If Build a Bear closed tomorrow, what would you miss the most and why? What would you miss the least and why?

I'm answering them all now, because it's easier that way. Might forget about the ask if I only answer one at a time lol.

1. I'd be willing to do dyes, adding or altering body parts (claws, teeth, horns, wings), eye swaps, painting over embroidered or appliqué eyes, species swaps (like the cat I turned into a bat, or the pikachu that I turned into a raichu), anything I've done in the past I'd be willing to do. I don’t have the tools for embroidery and I don't make clothes (I can dye em or do designs on em though), but other than that I'm open to just about anything!

2. Right now, I really want the pumpkin glow bear! I love the Halloween bears and the texture of this one looks so nice. And I love his face! I also want the snow monster bear but I'm not willing to pay a lot for one. It's just cute, and I'm still not over my package being stolen and I hope whoever stole it got what they deserved. I also want a couple of those black v-neck shirts! And the out of this world shirt, it's really cute.

3. My current favorites are Gengar, my shiny umbreon, my newest werewolf, and my Bucky. My favorite accessory is the pumpkin pie scent, if scents count. I'm not super into accessories except for the collars I buy. I do like some of the shoes (the red high tops and the black combat boots are adorable) but my BaBs never wear them indoors. Except maybe for pics? My favorite clothing currently is the grey sweatsuit, Bucky bear looks so cozy!

4. I'd miss the Pokémon line the most, I think. And also just the experience of going in and making a bear or other plush, it's a lot of fun! What I'd miss the least is stuff selling out in like a day because of scalpers. Wouldn't miss that at all lol.

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alchemist-shizun · 5 years

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The Eyeless Cat

Part of the Welcome to Night Vale AU

Ts taglist: @whizzie72 @sapphire-knight @burningpersonflapsuitcase @softanxiouspatton @royallyanxious @kim-argent-moon @lance-alt @suffering-is-my-comfort-zone @sometimeswritingsometimesdying @pushussmollworld @mylifeisadeceit @spooky-scary-virgil @angstyfanfiction @artissijam @logicalberry (tell me if you want to be added or removed)

Word Count: 2,195

Characters: Deceit, Virgil, Roman, (Logan is mentioned)

Pairing(s): implied Loceit

Warning(s): eye injury, stitches mention, injured animal (please tell me if I missed anything)

Summary: Beware, the town's mascot appears to have found a new peculiar feline! Does it come for war or peace? Does it come aware of its conditions? Does it come? Does it at all? How many cats is Night Vale going to be filled with? Follow the subsequently solved mysteries with our two favourite beings.

A/N: Did someone order Deceit being excited about cats? The Night Vale aura might be a bit more off than the last fic but e h I'm trying my best. As well as Deceit might seem a bit ooc too as apparently I thought all of his dialogues in Cecil's voice (did I almost write Cecil and Carlos instead of Deceit and Logan? yes). I swear I will actually bring you Logan too, just you wait for me to write the 100th episode. That being said hope you enjoy! (Not all the events are actually taken from wtnv)

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❝ I'll morph to someone else

Defense mechanism mode ❞

« It was admirable how suddenly our favourite, and of course only, station cat was able to move from his spot. It did already happen once, back then when that ... devilish company unleashed an unharmful-looking beast that attacked him. » Deceit's voice lowered in a mix of repressed rage and regret.

Despite being in the past, memories would always come back to haunt you; sometimes they found you in a dark alleyway, sometimes they hovered over you when you pretended to sleep.

The black of the night seemed to be the most efficient medium to reminisce.

But other times all you needed was a detail, it would grasp your mind and never let go until you experienced second hand feelings from your past self. Everything at once in a matter of milliseconds.

When Deceit had seen Khoshekh's, or, rather, Virgil's cat body half bitten away by that horridly misleading creature, oh how deeply he had wished for his hands to be able to crush the toughest material.

The anger had soon left his skin and made way to concern and worry and that sense of impending doom impossible to ignore which set on the pit of his stomach.

It was one of the scariest days of his life, scarier than that one time he had almost died.

« And then he just … jumped out! I wasn't going to stop him, everybody knows cats can survive jumps from great heights. Like that one time Jasper, Derek's cat, had jumped from the tallest building of Night Vale and landed on his paws without a single scratch. That, of course, was thanks to the enormous wings attached to his body, which we learn that cats tend to grow around the age of five months old. Adorable! »

The fondness of Deceit towards said animals could be touched between the radio waves. He straightened his posture in his seat and leaned over his microphone.

« I simply looked out of the window, bending slightly towards the outside to witness what Khoshekh had in mind. And, listeners, you will never believe this. » Deceit smiled through the anticipation. « There was another cat right next to him! His fur was of a soft orange alternated with whiter stripes, but, sadly, I wasn't able to catch the eye colour. I couldn't believe myself when I saw them interact; Khoshekh made his first friend and we will celebrate this and welcome this new friend in our community with the warmest greetings we've gathered in our hearts. »

A shuffling of papers was heard while his tone shifted again. « More on the possible blossoming of a beautiful friendship as soon as we get more news on the matter. Let me take you to the weather. »

And the blasting of guitars started.

Deceit wasn't sure how long that weather was going to be: lately they had carried on for hours, almost forgetting about the passage of time which stretched and renewed with every instant, giving it no purposeful meaning.

This could only hold one significance: he was safe to visit Virgil once again, to check on him and see whether there were updates on the stranger cat or not.

It had been a long day.

Their search for a new intern hadn't yet been resolved; it's not like none desired to undertake the task, but they were literally still looking for their newest intern who had just applied.

It was a pretty young boy who had just moved to Night Vale for the sole purpose of working in the radio's internship so he could be more comfortable in the upcoming play he was going to star in. But, ever since he had applied, he had never been seen, nor he had ever shown up.

Deceit had been moving as if on autopilot, his body did the exact same trajectory for as long as he had wanted to check on Virgil.

He would make his way to the bathroom, wait for his friend to feel comfortable enough to appear in anthropomorphic form, talk to Virgil and then go back to make his last recording before finally going back home, unless the weather lasted for more than four minutes.

But this time he found himself out in the pavement next to the station's building, observing Virgil's moves.

The younger boy was in his cat form, staring directly at the corner of the station, as though he had been expecting something to happen for hours and hadn't yet gotten any sign.

« Waiting for someone? »

Virgil turned, his black fur like a speck of void sitting in the air. In a moment, a pale face was glancing back at Deceit, dark circles linked the white skin to the colourful tones of his left eye.

« There's something odd. » he mused with his arms crossed over his chest, the same spot he had gotten stitches on some weeks earlier. Deceit shook off the memory for the second time that day.

It was okay, nothing had happened.

« Isn't there always? What is odd, anyway? »

« I know, but- this is another kind of odd. »

Deceit let out an amused huff and walked closer. « You're starting to sound like Logan. »

Ever since the bio-machine attacked Virgil, he had stayed at Deceit and Logan's place to recover his broken bones and … trying to readjust to his previous life while dealing with all the injuries, the missing right eye he was now covering with his bangs …

And that was where he had started to pick up their habits, on a brighter note. They both found it delightfully precious.

« It feels different when he's around. »

« He? »

« The other cat. The orange one. » Virgil gestured to a spot, but Deceit saw nothing else other than a bench. « It's like he holds my own aura, he's more like me than he is like other cats. Not like Jasper, or Copernicus. »

« You think he can shape-shift like you? » Deceit tried to follow his connections.

« I'm not a shape-shifter. » Virgil had repeated for the millionth time, followed by a quick “Of course you aren't.” of his interlocutor. « I simply appear. » he added, scrunching his lips to the side afterwards, eyes narrow as he stared ahead of himself again.

He couldn't quite put his finger on that newcomer yet.

Now the newcomer was standing right in front of them, a few meters away, looking at- well, actually …

« Oh, those are some pretty red eyes! » Deceit approached, careful not to upset the feline, which at first backed away, but was far more comfortable when he sensed the soft and measured movements of the man.

He crouched down to him and looked at two little pinkish eye sockets. Deceit turned to Virgil.

« This poor creature doesn't have eyes? » he gazed back at the cat's face, which seemed to be able to capture where the man exactly was even with the lack of sight.

« Yeah, but that's not what's off about him. » the other clarified, while Deceit had already befriended the cat and had started petting its head, cooing at how cute he was.

The cat seemed to soften under his gloves' touch. « Oh, I think nothing is off about this gorgeous little buddy. » a wide ridiculous smile spread on his lips when he turned to Virgil. « Come here, he's very nice. »

Virgil rolled his eyes and complied, kneeling down next to them. He tentatively raised a hand and slowly caressed the back of the cat's body.

« We should name him. »

« Oh, please, you would end up with absurdities- What even is Khoshekh? »

« Excuse you? First of all, it's wonderful and second, you definitely love it- »

« I do not. »

« -You do. Now, who shall this new pal be? »

Virgil promptly picked the cat up without any other warning, surprisingly getting no other response from him other than a mute “Oh, alright, I'm being lifted off the ground I suppose. Neat.”

« I'm not going to stand here and watch you ruin his reputation for the rest of his days. » he started to back away, subtly amused.

« You're so dramatic. » Deceit snickered as Virgil clutched the animal to his chest.

« Thank you, I took that after you. »

« Come on, he can't just be “that orange cat”. »

« Why not? »

« He deserves a proper name. »

« You don't give proper names, Dec. »

« Then what would you think a proper name would be? »

The cat in Virgil's arms abruptly disappeared.

Instead, in them there was now a boy around his age, just a little taller than him, and just a little too close for Virgil's personal space.

« Uh … » he didn't move, not free from the other's arms yet. « How about “Roman”? »

Virgil blinked once, then twice and three times, disbelief still washed over him as he let go instantly after regaining his composure.

« You're … » just like him! « … the new intern? » Deceit questioned, remembering how familiar that name sounded. Pieces were all coming together: of course people couldn't find him, they hadn't been looking for the right creature.

« Oh! Yeah, that. I apologize, I might have missed the first few days but- » Roman cut off, looking down at his own body as if that would have explained his absence. « I got stuck. I had no idea I could do that. » despite his composed tone, confusion and mild agitation were still accompanying his face's features. A face with eyes, differently from his cat form.

« Oh well, there's always a first time as they say. Maybe Virgil could help you control that so you can still work for us? » Deceit regretted his own words the second he captured Virgil's death stare at the new citizen.

Trustworthiness of rare beings of your own kind coincidentally moving to your town wasn't going to be an easy effort. Especially when it came to him.

« Mh? » the new intern looked at the boy in question and put on the friendliest face he could muster. « Charmed to meet you, I'm Roman. » as he was extending his hand for Virgil to shake, the other began to walk back to the radio station's bathroom without a single word.

Words, in fact, were more Deceit's thing than his own.

« Aw, don't mind that. » he chirped, clasping his hands together. « Walking away from conversations is an open invitation to seek your interlocutor's company once again. I learnt that at the social interactions course in the community college. »

All he gained was a perplexed glance from Roman. « That's rather odd. »

Deceit tilted his head to the side, eyeing him cautiously. « Where … did you go to school again? »

« Uhm, New York City? »

New York City? he thought, that's not a real place.

Deceit brushed it off as Roman simply wanting to impress him. « Well then, new yorker, I guess, you might as well follow me inside; I'll show you around the place so we can get started. »

They stopped right before the entrance. « Ah, do not be bothered by station management, they will stare at you until their necks aren't able to turn anymore, which is normally around 437,27 degrees. » Deceit showed Roman one of his most encouraging smiles. « It's their way of greeting you, you'll get used to it. »

Roman blinked multiple times before he was able to process the information and follow Deceit inside.

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« Listeners, I have such exciting news I can't wait to share! » the pitch of Deceit's voice increased slightly. « So, in the past few hours where the weather took place, I had the pleasure to meet our newest intern, who's taking the place of our latest, as the passage of roles requires. » he waved at his current colleague. « His name is Roman and he's from … a place. A place on the earth, smiling at the sky with the same intensity as our desert town is yelling at the moon. Sorry about that, moon. We're trying to be better. »

Deceit shifted in his seat. « As well as we're trying to look out for any comforting sign the stars, any soothing sound in the wind or any pacifying rumble in the ground. But the important thing is: you're here and you're trying. Whichever option flows your way, bound yourself to it and let it hypnotize you into the eternal slumber of vigorous impetuosity. »

He let his temple rest on his hand. « Stay tuned next for quiet yelling and boisterous nothingness. » a smile crept on his lips when he realized he was very close to returning home to his boyfriend. « And as always, goodnight, Night Vale. » the smile grew wider.

« Goodnight. »

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The Flame and the Dragon Ch 7

Chapter 7: The Master

"What the hell were you thinking!" A voice rang in Nya's head as she felt herself slowly regaining consciousness. She tried to shake the weariness from her mind and focus on the different voices echoing around her.

"Well, we weren't leaving them to freeze to death out in the rain all night." A soft voice argued.

"Yeah, and it's hard to ignore two people who suddenly dropped on your doorstep." A third voice with a laid back, casual tone to it added. The first voice shrieked in frustration.

"I don't care! I understand you guys wanted to help the poor things, really I do, but think about home! What do you think he's gonna do when he comes downstairs, finds us taking care of two strangers who are currently sitting on his favorite couch, after having trespassed! He isn't going to consider you're good deed!"

"Then don't tell him, Zane." A fourth, female voice entered, heavy with a hissing sound.

"Don't encourage them, Tox!" The first voice, Zane, scolded the woman, Tox.

"Come on Zane, we can't just leave them out in the storm? I mean we could just..." The soft voice argued timidly, pausing as if to ponder his options. "Just let them stay here the night and let them leave before he wakes up? The Master will never know."

"Jay..." Zane addressed the boy to who the diffident voice belonged too. "Look me in the eye and tell me you actually believe that will work?"

"Oh for FSM's sake, Zane." The unidentified voice howled, followed a stomping foot. "What do you suggest we do?" He challenged. Silence soon followed, allowing Nya time to recover and force her eyes to open. Haziness filled her vision as lights suddenly filled them but she blinked them away and sat up. Relieved to find Lloyd next to her. He was fast asleep, breathing normally, and wrapped in a warm blanket, and his clothes, hair, and skin bone dry.

She couldn't help but smile at how cute he looked sleeping.

She looked down at herself, not only to find she was no longer on the cobblestone path but a soft leather couch, covered by a thick fur blanket. The rainwater has been stripped to the last drop from her clothes, hair, and skin, much to her shock, though she refused to complain. Nya shook away the last waves of sleep and turned to thank their caretakers. But when she turned to the source of the voices she found not people, but four creatures standing in a circle.

One was a troll, one was a white yeti, and one was a green naga.

The last was a creature she didn't recognize. Its body was composed of lightning and with the form of a white and blue fox. Lloyd stirred awake, cutely rubbing his eyes, and shook his head adjusting to the light. The blue fox gently strolled over to Lloyd. It started climbing up the couch like a cat and perched itself on the headrest before cutely holding out a small paw for the boy to shake.

"Hi there, I'm Jay." It smiled and Lloyd's reaction was that of a wound-up spring. The small boy screamed and jumped and fell backward all in one motion, his hand missing the couch and fell into nothing causing him to crash to the floor in a heap. His eyes bulged out of his skull when the furry creature looked over the edge of the couch.

"You okay?" Jay asked.

"A talking fox?" Lloyd muttered from the floor, his voice speaking automatically, shaking. Nya was clearly frozen from shock.

"I'm not a talking fox! I'm a raijū!" Jay stomped his foot, rising to his feet insulted. He growled when he heard the troll and naga snickering, threatening to burst into laughter. Lloyd repositioned himself onto his knees just in time to meet toxic green eyes. The green naga smiled brightly.

"Hey! Name's Tox, what's yours? And before you ask, I'm a naga."

"I'm... Lloyd." He replied, momentarily forgetting to breathe, but answered nonetheless, before turning his he'd to his sister. She was frozen on the couch, with Jay floating around her head on a ball of electricity, waving his blue paws in front of her face.

"Hello? Is she mute?"

"She's in shock, you idiot!" The troll howled. "I'm Ronin, by the way."

"So who are you?" Lloyd smiled at the quiet yeti.

"I am Zane, a yeti with the power to control the element of ice," Zane explained, holding out a clawed hand to Lloyd. Lloyd shook the yeti's claw.

"I'm Lloyd and that's my big sister Nya." She smiled at his elder sibling. Though shock was evident all over her face, Nya held up a hand and waved.

"Oh for the love of FSM." Ronin smacked his forehead before a brilliant glow surrounded his body. A second later, the troll vanished and the light expanded until a tall human man stood in its place. He had wavy brown hair, dark brown eyes with the beginning of a beard on his face. He wore a dark cyan jumper with light brown pants and a large red hat. His arms crossed over his chest as he turned to the siblings.

"Is this better?" He asked but Nya fell out of her seat, still in shock.

"Perhaps this will help?" Zane suggested and a flash of turquoise and in place of the slender, white yeti stood a tall, strongly-built boy, around Ronin's height. He had platinum blonde, almost snowy white, hair that stood up straight in something like a crew cut and bright icy blue eyes. He wore white pants and shoes with a long-sleeved, cyan blue shirt under a navy blue knitted vest. The newly turned man offered a hand to the youngest Smith who was still on the floor.

Lloyd took it without thinking unable to take his eyes off the white-haired man standing before him.

Lloyd's eyes darted to Zane, then Jay, then Ronin and Tox. Tox and Jay looked at the other and smiled, before answering his unasked question. Jay landed on the floor, bathed in a navy blue light, before the blue fox he once was transformed into his true form. He was a young man with reddish-brown curly hair with brown eyebrows and light freckles. He usually wore a blue jacket with a white stripe over a white t-shirt and blue pants with an orange wooly scarf.

Despite his mature features his large, dark blue eyes and mischievous smile radiated innocence and youth.

They all looked to the naga. Tox smiled and a light green flash was the only warning anyone had before in the green naga's place stood a small, petite, almost delicate girl who was around Nya's age. She had long green hair tied back into a ponytail similar to Nya's with sickly, pale, yellowish skin and bright green eyes. Around her neck was a black, studded choker. She was wearing a ripped green tank top that was cut short to reveal her stomach and black, torn-up jeans.

Even though all of them were in human form they still had a few tell-tale signs that they weren't fully human.

Tox still had snake eyes and Ronin's ears were pointed and he had fangs poking out of his mouth. Zane still had a cold air around him and every time he exhaled the siblings could see his breath. Jay's limbs occasionally twitched with electricity.

"I'm sorry if I sound rude, but you three know they can't stay here! It's bad enough you even brought them inside!" Zane suddenly glared, dragged them back to the issue at hand.

"We didn't mean to intrude," Nya explained, "I just needed to find Lloyd shelter from the storm, we'll leave in the morning."

"Hell no!" Jay cut him off. "You're not intruding at all! Zane is just worried about the Master that's all, but he's asleep, just let us warn him quickly that you're here, and then—"

Suddenly an earth-shattering roar echoed through the castle shaking everyone within it to their knees. A tremor ran through Nya's body and Lloyd threw himself in his sister's arms, shaking in fear. The master was awake, and he was furious with the four creatures. A sharp gust of wind roared through the castle, silencing all the candles and shrouding everything in darkness. Despite the fear wracking their bodies the four creatures moved to hide their guests as best they could.

It was a vain attempt to hold their master's anger.

All four of them shook in fear. They knew full well the Master would never harm them, but just his presence alone was intimidating.

"Nya, I'm scared." Lloyd trembled as he tried to hide in his sister's coat.

"Shh, it'll be alright, I've got you." Nya soothed in a vain attempt to calm him down. But she screamed when suddenly a loud gust of wind like the beat of giant wings followed by the loud thump of someone landing behind him before the siblings or the creature could react, and then suddenly she came face to face with two blazing green eyes with black slits, not human, almost like a dragon's. Kai stories flashed in Nya's mind like old photographs.

Stunned mystification caused her eyes to bulge.

"That's not possible," She muttered as her mind began spinning and her body felt faint, but she stood her ground. She couldn't show fear with Lloyd in her arms. The master glared at her, those impossibly green eyes bore into her terrified ocean eyes like piercing arrows. Then he chuckled, a low callous laugh.

"Is that all you can do?" He spoke in a dark, humorous hiss. His green eyes aligned with the fire of hurt and rage that seemed so much older and deeper than his youth. "Stare at me, like I'm some kind of monster."

"It's our fault, not theirs! We're the ones who brought them here!" Jay, who had always been outspoken, tried in vain to defend them but the master's loud growl soon silenced him. Even Zane, who was one of the few who could speak to the master freely, shivered at his temper.

"We mean no harm," Nya replied. "My brother and I just needed shelter from the storm." She explained. The eyes left her and the moment they did, Nya felt as if some enchantment upon her had broken, until she realized the master has not even noticed Lloyd until that point. Before she could speak another world, Lloyd's screamed pierced the night, followed by Nya's when she felt Lloyd ripped from her arms. Something cold and metallic, wrap around her arm, prying them apart harshly.

"Please don't hurt my brother!" She screamed, without thinking. The master's eyes bulged in both horror and confusion before bitterness and humor once again filled them. Harsh laughter spilled from the master's lips shaking everyone to the core.

"Of course that would be your first assumption, too bad; I was going to be lenient, but since it seems you don't know how to hold your tongue, I suppose you'll need a harsher lesson." The master spoke arrogantly, in a tone that froze Nya's core, she couldn't see Lloyd in the darkness but could hear his tears and trembling. Each one ripped another piece of her apart.

"Zane, put them to bed, now." He ordered, glaring at Ronin, Jay, and Tox. Zane reluctantly nodded and obeyed. Eyes wide, the trio moved to flee, but Zane caught them before they could escape. In a flash of light, the boys and Tox human forms vanished and the three creatures fell to the floor. Again they attempted to make a dash for the nearest door, but the Zane caught them in ice before they could escape. They struggled if only to help their new friends.

The master simply snorted at their efforts.

"That's all they'll ever see me as." He muttered in a harsh voice, ceased all of their strugglings. The tone he said it in made it impossible to tell if he was speaking to the siblings or the other four creatures. "They'll only see me as a... a monster" He hissed in a voice of rage and bitterness, before scolding harshly at the trio's loud protests.

"THAT'S ENOUGH!" He commanded before flying away dragging his thrashing and screaming prisoners with him, towards the tower. Guilt and remorse poisoned the four creatures. Even Jay could no longer struggle as Zane brought them upstairs to the room they shared for as long as they could remember. The guilt and harshness of their master's tone hurt more than the extremely light punishment ever could. Even worse were Lloyd's screams of terror echoing through the castle until the loud clang of the tower door slamming shut replaced it.

A gloom once again settled over the castle as their master retreated brokenly to his only sanctuary.

A silent shiver of hope was tearing thread by thread that they would ever be free. Or the master's true love would ever come to free their prince from the undeserving and unspeakable fate that was sure to come the following spring...

#The Flame and the Dragon #ninjago #ninjago zane #ninjago cole #ninjago kai #ninjago lloyd #ninjago nya #ninjago jay #parody #beauty and the beast #lavashipping

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The death of Jamie. (written by Lizziescott)

Tumblr: @lizzietrashkittie instagram: @lizziekitt The fresh air filled Dimitri's lungs as he inhaled and then exhaled. He smiled looking out at the trees and flowers of the park. The colors were so bright and joyful, it was hard to notice much else. He felt a hand rest on his before intertwining their fingers. He looked over at the boy beside him. The boy's appearance sent a flutter through his heart. His raven black hair was messily draped. Covering some of his face, yet drawing attention to the smile he held on his features. Blue eyes looked back at Dimitri The two leaned in for a kiss, which lasted for multiple seconds before being broken apart. Dimitri protested quietly leaning more into his boyfriend, But was snapped put of his trance when he fell forward into the grass. He propped himself up and looked up at Jamie, who was standing up now. "..Jamie?" The boy looked back at him with a sad expression. "You have to let go.." Dimitri's eyes grew wide. "What? No- Jamie come back." He sat up as the other boy began to move backwards. "You have to let go.." Dimitri shook his head and stumbled to his feet "Jamie no. Don't go! Don't leave me- I love you!" He reached out, attempting to grab the fading figure. "I love you too..but you have to let me go.." "Jamie. JAMIE!" He feel into the darkness the figure dispersed into and woke with a start in his bed, blanket tangled around his leg. After a few seconds to calm he laid back down. In his tired state he turned and threw an arm over Jamie. Or at least were Jamie should have been. He opened his eyes once more feeling the absence of him. Dread filled his heart as the memory set in. Jamie hadn't been there. He hasn't been there for a whole year now. ~~ "I found another cat." "What?" Dimitri looked over at his friend, before looking back down at his hands. "Oh..Yeah? What kind?" Jorden shrugged "Black cat. It's pretty young, but it was behind the card shop, had itself tangled in one of those can plastic things." "A Hi-Cone?" "Yeah that." Dimitri nodded "..It safe now?" Jorden sighed "of course. I helped it when I saw it. It's at my house now, midnight's oddly being kind to it." Dimitri snickered "That's a shocker." Jorden looked at him for a few seconds then sighed "..So this is really how it is?" "What do you mean?" Dimitri replied but kept his eyes to the sidewalk. Jorden rolled his own. "You're refusing to look at me again. Is this seriously were we're at? I thought we were getting better." Dimitri glanced at him "We are!" Then quickly back to the ground "We are I just....It's just.." Jorden sighed and continued their walk. "I look like Jamie." Dimitri looked at the back of the boy's head with a whimper. "No..no.. It's not that. I just.." "Save it Walter. You havn't been able to look at me since he died.." Dimitri looked at the ground again, walking to pick up pace and match with Jorden. "..I'm sorry. I Am..Im am trying. And I do like talking to you. I just find it..you know.." "Yeah..I know.." "..I had that dream again.." Jorden looked at him. Dimitri gave a small sad smile "He kept telling me to let him go.." "..Sounds like him." "..Part of me..wants to believe he's still alive..just..just not here. You know?..like he's still..somewhere." "...." "Is..is that bad?" His eyes flickered to Jorden for a second. "..No. It's not bad to have hope..but maybe your dream Jamie has a point.." Dimitri shrugged looking up at the trees. Jorden continued. "It hurts..alot..but he wouldn't want you constantly dragged down by his absence..I know if I was acting as off as you he'd threaten to fight me or something." Dimitri snickered "..Yeah..Yeah I know.." ~~ -click -click -click -click -click -click Dimitri clicked nervously at a pen as the man in the seat infront of him wrote away at a clipboard. The room smelt clean. Almost too clean. Soft classical music played in the background. Dimitri focused on the pen. Clicking it mindlessly. The man at the chair spoke "You seem to be acting distant Dimitri. What's on your mind?" Dimitri glanced at him then back at the pen. He agreed to go to therapy after what happened, for Jamie. But that didn't mean he agreed to speak. The man spoke again. "You can take your time. But I can't help you if you don't tell me what's bothering you." "What isn't bothering me?.." "Hm.." He wrote on the paper. "Dimitri, perhaps we should be more direct. When you first came in you made note of having lost a loved one, but you haven't spoke much since then." "I don't..I don't need to talk much.." "Now Dimitri. I'm sure it can feel that way, but if you'd be so kind as to humor me at least?" Dimitri sighed sticking the pen in his own hair "..Okay..I keep having these dreams. About him.." "Yes?" Dimitri hesitated for a moment, filling silly and wrong. "I'd..I'd see him. We'd be together. Just hanging out. He'd look so happy..we'd be so happy..then..he just..he just would leave." "..Would he say anything to you?" Dimitri shook his head. "No..we'll..not until the end. He'd tell me to let go." The man nodded jotting notes. Dimitri could feel himself getting emotional. The man looked at him again. "And how do you feel when you wake up from these dreams?" "...." There were many words he could say, but they all caught in his throat. It hurt to think about how the dreams made him feel. It required him to acknowledge that Jamie really was gone, and that nothing, not even the dreams, would change that. He sat up on the love seat. "I have an exam to study for. I need to leave early." "Dimitri-" He got up amd headed to the door, not allowing the therapist any time to stop him. ~~ Jorden brought the cat by today. He had named it Angel, much to Dimitri's disagreement. The name reminded him too much of Jamie. The cat's raven black fur and bright blue eyes only added more insult to it. He set put food and water for the cat before going to his desk and attempting to distract himself with his robotic projects. For a few moments he was zoned into the creation of the figure. But it was broken by a voice. "Dimitri." He flinched quickly looking up for the source. "..Jamie?" "Dimitri please.." He heard him. But he didn't see him. Small paws landed on his leg, causing him to look down at the black cat. The cat opened it's mouth and the familiar voice came out. "You have to let me go." Dimitri shook his head and softly moved the cat away with his foot. "No..Stop saying that. I can't" "You love me. Right?" "Of course I do.." "Then let me go..take care of yourself." Dimitri felt an ache in his heart. The cat hopped onto his lap as the voice spoke more. Doubling itself. "You have to let me go. Dimitri, please." He shook his head. "Stop..stop talking." "You need to let go. Take care of yourself" Dimitri put shaky hands on the cat, picking it up. "No..No..Stop. I-I can't.." "Don't you love me?" He felt tears coming to his eyes. "Yes..but..I can't let you-" "DIMITRI!" In a quick motion of panic he cried out, tossing the cat back at the floor. It squeaked in response to the impact. Dimitri pushed back on his desk chair, causing it to give way and fall back. The air became static and the noise was deafening for moments before Dimitri finally snapped back to himself. He quickly got up and dropped down to check on the kitten. "No no no-Angel!" The cat was still, but luckily still breathing. Dimitri scooped it up in his hands and softly pet the top of it's head as tears began to leave his eyes. "I'm..I'm so sorry..I didn't mean to.." He held the kitten close to his chest and quickly made a soft makeshift pet bed for it, laying down the body he checked it's pulse and heart beat again. It was alive, seemingly just got the wing knocked out of it. He breathed a sigh of relief. ~~ Jorden closed his eyes as the sound of piano filled the mansion's floor. He allowed himself to fall into the notes, deep and somber. His phone sounded, snapping him out of his song. ~~ "Are you okay?" Dimitri looked up at the black haired boy, forcing himself to keep the eye contact to that ever so familiar face. "..No..But I want to be.." He stood up from the stairs of his porch and embraced the boy in a hug. Normally Jorden wasn't one to accept such contact, but this time he allowed it. Dimitri sniffled and buried his face in the boy's hair. "He's..He's gone..and I miss him.." Jorden remained quiet. Dimitri moved back amd glanced at the ground for only a moment before looking back at him. "But I uh..I.." He still couldn't find the words. But Jorden gave him a smile regardless and took his hand. "I know." Dimitri tightened the grip and smiled back. "..Angel misses you.."

#fan fiction #mafia kids #mourning #cats #dimitri Atkins #dimitriatkins #mlm #mlm ship #gay #sad boy #hurt comfort

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SEA DRAGON’S GIFT : Part 55 of 83 : World of Sea

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SEA DRAGON’S GIFT

Part 55 of 83

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written 2007

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Someone in the melee noticed them in a brief moment of better visibility. They frantically called, “Boarders aft!” Shocked into further action, Captain Mord left the fight and led the two hundred and fifty foot charge back to the map table. They were too late. Kurin was gone.

In a small boat, barely out of sight in the fog, Tanlin bent her back to carefully muffled oars. The Sea Hawk circled once and disappeared into the mist. Shortly, they heard it scream, back near the Longin. The bird came back and circled, flying low and slow ahead of them. In short order, the Wide Wing lead them to the other three boats.

It swooped down and landed on Tanlin’s heavily padded shoulder, talons adding another few small rips to the pads. Tanlin chucked the Sea Hawk under the beak and then gave it a bit of dried skelt. The razor sharp beak took it gently from her fingers and made short work of it.

As Kurin looked on in amazement, Tanlin said, “Good, Skye. Good. Now, show us t’e way t’ ‘ome an’ nest.” The big bird bobbed its head, and launched off her shoulder, beating up, out of sight. Tanlin had a faraway look, as if the world about her was a dream.

She shook herself and pointed surely through the fog, “T’at way, swift an’ quiet.” After they had rowed for a bit, she ordered, “Step masts. Rig t’e sails. Lively, now!” Without a word, the crewmen and women leapt to obey.

A cat’s paw breeze swept through the fog and filled their sails. In a short time they were clear of the fog and scudding north through the chop raised by a brisk breeze.

Finally, Tanlin relaxed, but only a little. She called to the other boats, “Wad t’ey nae look at our message at all?”

“No, Captain. We were driven back by knives.”

Shaken, Tanlin asked, “T’ey refused ye rescue? T’e Longin broke the Groit Law? Ye were attacked wit’ knives?” She paused and swallowed hard. In a calm voice belied by shaking shoulders and tears she asked, “W’at losses?”

“One dead, three wounded, one missing,” they replied.

Kurin saw Tanlin crumple a bit but then brace herself. “‘Oo died?”

“Macoul, the helmsman,” they called back.

“T’e wounded?” she asked, shaking but dry-eyed now.

“Gemma Colin, Darkistry Colm and Lenai Halin, Captain,” they called back.

“An’ t’e missin’?”

“Bosun Modanet.”

Then she did cry but she held her course. “A good ‘elmsmon gone. Doctor Corin’s daughter. M’ best friend. Arnat’s mot’er. Oi can ‘ope t’at t’e Bosun got our message t’ yer Ca’tain. I’ ‘arm t’ t’ese few ‘urts so muckle, ‘ow does anyane survive a war?”

Kurin tried to distract Tanlin from her grief. “How did you train Skye so well? I never heard of anyone taming a Wide Wing before. It was like he understood you.”

Tanlin did smile, though there were still tears in her eyes, “She. Skye’s a female. T’under’ead’s bock ‘ome on t’e nest. Huh, she just got bock t’ t’e ship. She brought ‘im a fish.”

“But how did you train her so well?” asked Kurin, in genuine curiosity.

“Oi dinnae. Oi defended t’eir nest wen t’ey decided t’ make ‘t in our rigging w’ile we rode in t’e eye o’ t’e storm. Oi brought t’em some fish, because t’ey’d been days wit’oot food. T’ey adopted me. T’en w’en Mecat gave m’ a Dragon’s Gift, t’ey were on m’ shoulders, trin’ t’ protect m’ from a Groit Dragon. T’ey got included in t’e Gift.

“Sorry, Oi’m upset an’ tellin’ ‘t badly. Let m’ calm down an’ Oi’ll tell ‘t better.”

“Did I hear one of the crewmen call you ‘Captain’?”

“Full o’ quest’ns, arenae ye?” said Tanlin, smiling in spite of herself. “Aye, Ca’tain Barad stepped down voluntarily, for t’e good o’ t’e ship. T’e crew elected m’. T’was unanimous. Ye con poll t’em yersel’, i’ ye wont.”

“What I would want is to hear Barad say that he stepped down voluntarily,” said Kurin almost wistfully.

“T’en ye shall ‘ear ‘t from ‘is ane mout’, an’ t’at, soon,” said Tanlin firmly. She pointed. The sails of the big square-rigger could be seen coming over the horizon. A Wide Wing could be seen leading the ship. When it was clear that ship and boats had seen each other, the bird dove from five hundred feet up, hitting the water cleanly, with only a small splash. A few minutes later, it surfaced and took off, circling back to the high lookout where the nest was.

“T’at wa’ T’under’ead,” said Tanlin, proudly. “Wen we get t’e wounded taken care o’, Oi’m going t’ take t’em a basket o’ fish, for t’eir chicks. Oi’m part o’ t’e flock, after all, an’ tis the duty o’ t’e flock t’ care for t’e young.” She cocked her head in self-conscious imitation of a bird. “Oi’ll take care o’ ye, t’. Wont t’ ‘elp feed t’em?”

The Grandalor turned into the wind, using it as a brake, to stop so that the party could board.

“What fortune?” called a light baritone voice that Kurin knew.

“She came wit’ us, Barad,” Tanlin called back. “T’e price wa’ ‘eavy. We ‘ave t’ree wounded, ane dead an’ ane missin’.”

“You heard the Captain,” Barad’s voice called. “Get four stretchers rigged, now!” Their boats bumped up to the Grandalor and tied up to a piece of cargo net that had been hung over the side for use as a ladder. The boarding party swarmed up the net, except for Tanlin and a few others who stayed behind to tend to the dead and injured.

Tanlin turned to Kurin, “Go on, get aboard. T’ese folk volunteered t’ be in t’is party an’ ye are t’e reason t’at t’eir blood wa’ shed. I’ ye donnae get aboard, t’will ‘ave all been for naught.”

“I’ll go aboard, never fear that,” Kurin answered seriously. “These people risked their lives to get me here. I can take a few minutes to help them. I know bandaging and that abdominal wound needs to be rebound. She is in shock. Wind her tightly. Her arms and legs, too. It will help to keep her blood pressure up.”

“Thank you, Kurin,” said a dark haired woman, injured in both an arm and a leg, as she helped wrap the more gravely injured woman. “I’m Darkistry, by the way. I hope that Lenai will be able to thank you herself. I wish that we had known this trick of bandaging two hours ago.”

“I wish that I had known it was needed,” Kurin replied seriously, bandaging an arm. “Captain Tanlin, this woman needs to go first. She’s in deep shock.”

Tanlin, who was steadying the first of the stretchers, said, “OK, Kurin, can ye ‘elp get Lenai int’ t’e stretcher? Oi’ll ‘old ‘t steady.”

Kurin placed the crewmen along Lenai’s still form and directed, “Everyone, lift at once, on my mark… Lift!” They all lifted until she was high enough for Tanlin to get the stretcher under her.

Tanlin signaled for the stretcher to be raised and called, “Number ane, ready for lift! Get ‘er directly t’ Doctor Corin in sickbay! Oi t’ink ‘e’s going t’ ‘ave t’ operate on ‘er.”

Darkistry said, “Take Gemma next. She’s lost a fair bit of blood and got a nasty blow to the head. My cuts are pretty deep, but I’m not bleeding much, I just need a ride to the deck and somebody to lean on until I can get stitched up.”

“Ye’ll lie flat an’ stay t’at way until we can take care o’ ye,” Tanlin ordered.

“Yes, Ma’am,” Darkistry replied with an almost impudent grin. As an aside to Kurin, she confided, “I never was very good at taking orders but I think that I’ll follow these.”

They helped Gemma into her stretcher and Darkistry into hers. Crewmen went up alongside, to keep the stretchers steady. An honor guard of Macoul’s friends came down and escorted his body up to the deck.

When they were alone in the boats, Kurin demanded, “What are you up to, Tanlin? This ship,” she gestured at the Grandalor, “has been rebuilt for war! I’m not blind. You’ve changed the bow profile for better speed and ramming strength. It’s been reinforced with at least two layers of Wing Ray for hardness and penetration. Your bowsprit has been reinforced and broadened as part of that.

“Your standing rigging is over twice the thickness needed for storms and it’s been moved to absorb ramming shocks better. Your rigging and sails have the coloration of fresh fireproofing by Hag extracts.

“What do you hope to gain by all of this?” Kurin ended her tirade, hands on hips, face set and angry.

“Oi’ve made ye a promise, an’ ‘t’ll be kept! T’is ship ‘as been remade because we see precious little o’ justice in t‘e actions o’ t’e Council!

“We are nae paddle ducks t’at ye can cut t’e ‘ead off wit’ nae struggle! We’ll fight for t’e rights o’ the Groit Law! Wen we can get a fair trial, we’ll submit t’ real justice!

“We’ve a few prisoners t’at we belive need t’ go for a swim t’ yer foster fat’er Iren’s halls! T’eir trial’ll ‘ave t’ be a fleet matter. We are ‘olding t’em until t’ey can ‘ave t’e chance t’ rebut charges o’ mutiny an’ murder!” Tanlin paused for breath, fire in her eye.

“Tell m’ Kurin, w’at’s t’e second o’ t’e Groit Laws, t’e ane right after t’e ban on slavery?”

“The right to rebut charges. Everybody knows that…” Kurin trailed off.

“Name m’ t’e court w’ere we can answer any charges? T’ere’s nae such court for us. We were condemned wit’oot trial. Ask yer friend Sula i’ t’at precedent isnae w’ere t’e Ca’tain o’ Ca’tains got ‘is start? T’en ask ‘ow many ships an’ lives were lost as a result. T’e answers’ll appall ye.

“Groit Law is put aside at groit peril. We’ll send for Sula an’ Ca’tain Sarfin, along wit’ a quorum o’ t’e Council, yer ane Ca’tain Mord an’ ane ot’er ‘oo ‘as an interest in t’is case. Blind Mecat. Ye know ‘er, Oi believe,” Tanlin finished with irony.

“How can you send for Cat, or the others, for that matter?” Now Kurin was curious again.

Instead of answering, Tanlin said, “Cume up t’ t’e deck an’ brace yersel’ for w’at ye’ll see. Ye’ve nae beheld t’e worst t’at’s t’ be seen, yet.” Tanlin did not wait, but climbed the net. Shrugging, Kurin followed.

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