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unnecessaryshenanigan · 3 years ago

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There’s Only This Mammon (Angst)

Let’s start off to give my blog life with an angst! Enjoy, people of the fandom:) This is my first post so uhh-- pardon any mistakes (particularly at grammar and spelling lol) {}{}{}{}{}{}{} It’s been the same boring day for the Avatar of Greed. Hearing his brother’s insults; letting them enter his one ear and letting it out in the other. Getting ‘punished’ by his older brother and doing the same routine over and over again. Live. Mammon closed his door softly, walking towards his bed and threw himself on it. His back collided with the soft mattress, closing his eyes and heaving a sigh of relief. At least he made it in his room without hearing Lucifer call his name because it’ll only mean one thing, trouble. The second born layed there for hours, same blue eyes staring at the ceiling. The peace broke when constant banging on the door was heard and a shouting voice of a particular person, Leviathan. Mammon groaned before getting up and opened the door only to be greeted by a fuming Avatar of Envy. “Levi? What d–”His words were cutted off when Leviathan pushed him as hard as he could, making him almost fly across the room. “You..! You stole my newly arrived delivery from Akuzon didn’t you?!” the Avatar of Envy exclaimed, fist clenching and looking like holding himself from punching his brother. “I don’t care about the other things you stole from me but that merch.. I SAVED MONEY FOR THAT! I SAVED MONEY SO THAT I DON’T HAVE TO RELY ON THE MONEY LUCIFER WILL GIVE ME! THAT’S THE VERY FIRST THING I BOUGHT WITH MY SALARY FROM HELL'S KITCHEN.. That merch is the very first thing I bought with MY money.. AND YET YOU STOLE IT LIKE THAT!” Tears started to fall from the third born eyes. “It was important to me since I sacrificed my energy, blood and sweat working my ass off at the restaurant just to buy it..” Leviathan said, voice barely above whisper. Mammon looked at his brother, “I didn’t steal it. I’m not even aware that you have a package from Akuzon” “NO OF COURSE YOU KNOW! No one will steal it except YOU!” The ruckus reached the brothers inside the house, showing up on the door behind Leviathan to look at the scene. Mammon barely gave them attention as he stood up and dusted off his shoulders. “What’s happening?” Lucifer asked. “Why are you fighting Mammon, Leviathan?” “Like most, Mammon probably stole something from Levi~” Asmodeus chirped in while frowning, looking at Mammon. Mammon looked at his brothers who were standing in their glory on his door. Maybe if they are not giving him a mocking and disappointing gaze, he would have been scared. He returned the look by meeting Leviathan’s gaze, blue eyes coolly stared at the latter’s orange ones but there was something on it. Mammon’s eyes were like telling him how angry yet disappointed he was at him. Leviathan shook off the shiver he felt and continued to ramble and accuse his older brother in which occasionally his younger brother’s would give their own comment. That was until Leviathan pushed the ticking bomb the brother was holding in. “How I wish I never looked up and loved you , you scumbag” Mammon’s fist clenched. Wow, it hurts so bad. “I wish you’re not my older brother!” The hall became eerily silent, Leviathan processed what he just said. Did.. Did he just tell his brother that he wishes he’s not his brother? His four younger brother’s were silent, as well as the eldest. “Yeah..” Leviathan’s eyes snapped at Mammon who was smiling sadly at him. He heard something crack inside him. He felt a wave of guiltiness and sadness run through his system and he’s sure as hell, his brothers felt it too. “I did also wish that you weren’t my brother, Levi..” In a blink of an eye, Mammon who was across the room was standing in front of him, gently patting his shoulders. “I also wished that I wouldn't feel this.. I love you because you’re my brother.. But for once, I agree with you Leviathan..” Leviathan was slowly pushed out to the corridors, Mammon standing before him. The white haired man held the knob tightly, “I agree that I shouldn’t have loved any of you..” Lucifer stood in silence, Beelzebub barely processing anything. Satan who always has a say on things was out of words. Belphegor gripped on his pillow tightly fighting the urge to let the building tears on the side of his eyes fall. Asmodeus stared in shock, nails digging in his fisted hand but Leviathan.. Leviathan started breaking down, heavy tears following. “I– I’m sorry I didn’t mean what I sai–” The door was shutted in front of them and only left to stare at the second oldest’s door. Lucifer held Leviathan’s shoulder and tried to comfort his younger brother. “Everything will be fine..” Satan whispered. “It’s Mammon.. He can never hate us even just for a day” “But don’t you think we took it for granted..?” Beelzebub mumbled. “Even though Mammon doesn’t get angry at us, this one is different. It sounds like he’s disowning us as his brother… and his family” The hall was eerily silent once again as Leviathan only cried harder. “ I– I’m so sorry I was just mad.. I’m sorry.. “ Lucifer sighed before excusing himself and Leviathan from his younger brothers. Lucifer assisted the crying Leviathan to his room and the others returned to their own rooms, trying to shake off the feeling that something will change the next time they see Mammon again. They thought that the second oldest needed time to think and that the next day, the scummy brother would come downstairs with his usual smile and greetings. That the next day at breakfast, they would talk casually and annoy Lucifer non stop. That the next day, House of Lamentation would still be the same old chaotic house. But that didn’t happen. The starter and leader of chaos was nowhere. The scumbag, noisy second born wasn’t there. There was only this demon who has the same face and appearance of their brother but far from the Mammon they know. There’s only this demon who holds the form of their older brother who was eating professionally who didn’t bother to try and ease the gloomy atmosphere. There’s no Mammon who would try to make everyone smile. There’s no Mammon who would cause ruckus. There’s only this Mammon who doesn’t mind the quiet house. There’s only this Mammon who acts the opposite of the Mammon they know and they loved.

#obey me #obey me mammon #angst #the great mammon #mammon angst #obey me angst #noMc

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sopiyaaasstuff · 2 years ago

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The Witch in Hawkins

eddie munson x witch! reader

settings: february 1986

warning: foul language, spoilers for stranger things 4

author's note: pardon my grammar, english is not my first language. im also not a professional writer.

i didn't proofread it so i’m sorry if it sucks hehe. and i don’t particularly know all the name of the spells so i just randomly named it lol.

im on vacay on fri to tuesday and will probably be busy with our school org activities, so im not sure if i can update next week. ill try tho

synopsis: something is calling you in the year 1986 even though you lived in the future. so you went to find answers.

Prologue

Chapter 1

the moment you step foot on the hawkins soil, you felt something is brewing. this place is full of mystery, agony, and sadness. you bent down touching the ground, feeling it. ‘yup definitely a troublesome place.’ you nodded to yourself.

you released ebony, telling her to find you an empty house for you to settle in. she immediately run off. you stood up, observing the neighborhood you arrived in. you turned to your left and saw a man with a watering can gaping his mouth like a fish. its as if he saw you walking from the hole you were in earlier. you motioned your fingers casting a small mind swiping spell. after being in a trance for seconds he went back in whatever he was doing and you started to walk ahead.

there are people in the streets, talking to their neighbors, kids playing. they didn’t saw you coming out from that hole thank goodness. but some are looking at you weirdly. you titled your head wondering why. you look at their clothes, and then yours. then it clicked. you dress differently! of course they would look at you in a weird way. legs clad in skinny jeans, white crop top, and sneakers.

you walked towards the woods. trying to find where you can change your clothes. walking deeper in the woods made you feel that something big is coming in this small town. hell, you can feel that something already happened but the biggest trouble is yet about to come.

you came across picnic table. you settled your bag and stood up trying to think of clothes that might be a 80s fashion. you flicked your fingers, white flowing dust appeared. then you found yourself wearing a black cardigan tucked in a black mini skirt and white knee high boots. ‘is this even 80s?’ you thought. before you can change again you heard rustling of leaves followed by footsteps. you whipped you head back, finding a man with curly shoulder length hair, donned with a black and white baseball tee saying ‘hellfire club’ topped with a denim vest, ripped jeans and worn out sneakers.

he looked up and stumbled backwards, a surprise look in his handsome face. “is this your spot? sorry i will leave now.” you said and gathered your things. “no, it’s okay sweet cheeks. this place is not mine.” he said. ‘oh god. what a nice voice.’ ‘ew, that’s gross.’ thoughts running into your head. this place is already making you mad. and you’re here for only 30 minutes.

“i just hang out here to- uhh do business.” he said and cleared his voice. like he meant to say something else. you just nodded, “what kind of business, if you don’t mind me asking.”

“uhh you know drugs?” he said and awkwardly smile. “oh, i see.” you just simply answered. you can’t help but notice his face. he is not the most handsome. for you, loki is still the most face wise, but there is something in this man that makes you so attracted to him. “sooo, what’s an angel like you doing in the middle of the woods?” he asked while gesturing the woods.

you scratched your head, “i’m kinda lost.” you said, half meant and half lied. then he laughed. god, what a gorgeous laugh. you didn’t know that laughing could be that attractive until you saw his.

“where are you going? i can take you there.” he asked. “and don’t worry i’m not kind of a killer and sh*t.” he added. you smiled. “you sure? i mean i’m just a helpless lady. no one can hear me even if i will shout.”

“i’m a ladies man, m’lady.” he replied. you laughed, “okay, can you take me to-” you paused. ‘ebony? did you find a place for us?’ you asked your cat in your head. ‘meow.’ she responded. “forest hills trailer park?”

“visiting someone there?” he questioned. “uhh, no. i will move there.” you said. “what?” he said, face contoured confusion. you wrinkled your forehead. “why? what’s wrong with living there?”

“there’s nothing wrong. it’s just that, with face like yours, you don’t belong there.” he said. that made you upset. so you thought, ‘i am that ugly?' never in your life been said that to your face.

“no, no, no.” he laughed nervously. “it’s not what you think. i mean, you're gorgeous. you looked like an angel, a doll. you don’t deserve to live in there because it’s for the freaks. you know.” he said quietly. you reached over and grab his hand. “no one is deserving to be called a freak, you know. so what if your different, that doesn't make you any less an a human.” you said.

he stared at you for a longest time. you are starting to think he froze but he suddenly blinked. “i- uh, yes. thank you.” he muttered then let out a quiet laugh. “anyway, come m’lady. let me show you the humble abode of forest hills trailer park.” he said jokingly and stood up. you too, laughed and stood up while grabbing your things. the hike from the forest and to eddie’s van is short.

he opened the door of the passenger seat for you and helped you climb up. then speed walkingly went to the driver's seat. he settled in was about to put on his seat belt till he looked at you. you looked at him in confusion. "what?" you asked.

"your, uhh. here let me." before you could ask him again what was that about, he leaned into you. hand reaching out to the side. he buckled your sear belt. to be honest. you weren't thinking about that. you're thinking how close his face to yours and how tantalizing his smell was. woods, sweat, weeds and his cologne maybe. it was manly and heavenly. you can't help but close your eyes and inhaled his scent. you openede your eyes and found him staring at you. you blinked many times. he also too.

he immediately went back his seat and mumbled a little sorry. you just nodded and sat there quitely, still processing what happened awhile ago.

you felt blood rushing to your cheeks. you turned your head to look outside in order for hime not to notice you blushing. but, you are not the only one feeling the same way. eddie, while driving is cursing himself to the core. thinking why did he do thay especially it was the first you have met. his thought drifted thinking that you probably think his a weirdo or a freak because of that.

'nice way to ruin your first impression munson.' he thought to himself. to ease the tension, eddie turned the car radio on. black sabbath's iron man played in the stereo. eddie sang quietly and taps the steering wheel on the beat of the music.

"that's a cool song." you commented. he smiled. "really? never taken you for a heavy metal kind of girl."

you laughed. "no, not really. my taste of music is wide. it really depends. if i find it catchy, i'll like it."

eddie nodded and said. "oh really? i thought you're kind of a madonna girl."

you nervously laughed and grimaced. "yeah, maybe." to be honest you're kind of a (your fav artist) kind of girl. to tend to forgot that you weren't born in this period. the music is kind of different, but hey, music is timeless. and you seriously think that the song playing is really cool.

the whole ride was filled with an awkward tension considering you two just meet and got nothing to talk about. you thanked the stereo for playing songs that perked your interest also so that's what you two been talking about.

"you know," eddies paused. contemplating whether to share this information or not, but he did anyway. "i'm in a band."

"what? really?! that's so cool." you happily said. handsome and in a band? wow, that turned you on more.

"yeah, maybe you can watch us play sometimes. we play in the hideout every tuesdays." he suggested.

"oh, i would loved too." you said. you looked outside and noticed you have finally arrived in the trailer park. you saw ebony sitting outside of an empty trailer house, while licking her paws.

"that's it. that's where i moved too." you said to eddie. he nodded and drove just by the pathway to your new residence.

"thank you so much for taking me home. i really appreciate it. if you don't mind, can i invite you to dinner? you know to thank you." you said. hoping that he will agree.

"no need for that really but if you insist. sure." he said. he gnaw the side of his cheeks showing his nervousness. "if you want, we can hang out too. to get to know each other."

your heart beats faster at the thought of that. you two hanging out. you know its a bit fast when you just meet. but you can't deny that you are really attracted to the guy.

"sure." you just said. "you can come here by friday. i think i'm already settled by that time."

eddies smiled and nodded. you waved him off goodbye and watch his van turn to his street maybe to his house. you went inside your new abode and ebony followed looking forward to the upcoming friday.

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#eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x you #eddie munson headcanons #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem reader #eddie munsin x witch! reader #eddie munson x witch fem reader

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pyeonhoon · 3 years ago

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Filthy

~pairing : sub!heeseung x sub!sunghoon x fem!reader

~genre : smut

~contains : threesome, no aftercare, mommy kink, oral[m receiving], wrong grammar, edging, nicknames[such as princess], praises

~note : MDNI

~word count : 1.3k

~likes and reblogs are very appreciated<3

~this is my first ever smut post so pls go easy on it and expect a lot of cringe stuff and pls don't be shy to give a feedback so i can do better on the future posts im gonna make

*just to let the recent readers know, i edited some parts so yeah just saying*

"hmm ahh hyung yes right there fuck!!"

"you like that huh"

"ahh fuck yes!more please!" sunghoon moaned

being so vocal for the two of them was never a problem tho, they both sounds good as always

this is what you always hear when you go home from school as espected to live with two horny ass boys so what's the reason of not being horny as well. I mean being surrounded with two handsome hot as hell boys would be that one girl's dream and you have it, as long as they pay their part then its fine

you know its bad that you always think about them while touching yourself imagining that it was their hands and it made your fingers 3x good as hell

It was just kinda disappointing that they always have each other to get their self off to while you're there sprawled out in your bed like a spider that was dead for years, listening to their moans while working your fingers between your legs trying to catch your high like a bitch

you accidentally moaned out kinda loud that you think maybe the two boys heard (which they did) but being drowned to the pleasure you didn't hear and notice the door opening while two heads popped inside

trying to catch your high you tried to be quiet by covering your mouth with your hands as much as possible but feeling so good like that is maybe impossible to happen

it was a good sight for the two boys on the door feeling their cocks hardened again seeking for release

That's when heeseung decided to talk and make everything clear

"ehmm" heeseung faked cough and enough a word to make the girl awake to reality and tried to cover herself

"umm what are you doing..?" sunghoon asked cheeks began to blush as of being shy from the sudden view

"uhh nothing" you replied breaking your stare from the two while trying to cover up yourself "why are you two even here?" you questioned being so shy all of the sudden

"uhh can y'all... leave?"

"why would i?"

the both asked

"and just leave you like this? honestly I'll be lying if i didn't say that you're hot" sunghoon said while biting his lower lip

"i mean you have two handsome boys ready to catch you everytime you want, why still trying to go solo?"

"don't you want us to pleasure you??" heeseung asked while walking near the bed and sitting at the edge of it

"uhhmm it's-it's not like that i mean i didn't want to interrupt-"

"well you're not interrupting anything.. honestly we would be grateful if you join us" heeseung said quietly looking to his lap while fidgeting his hands showing some innocent tricks to make her agree

"or maybe you wanted us to join you don't you princess??" sunghoon said locking the door and walking near the two showing some dom behavior and hovering above the girl while maintaining eye contact but you was first to brake it

being silent makes the boy sit in front of you while staring at your face for the max of 2 minutes

"oh are you shy now??" sunghoon said to heeseung making the boy look at him so fast that you thought it breaks his spine

"pardon?? watch your mouth little boy, you don't know what you're saying once you're under me"

that made the boy go silent

"uhh so what do you think? we can make you feel good.." heeseung looked up to you with bambi eyes(pleading eyes i mean) while rubbing your legs so gentle

that made you think that its fine to give away and live your life to the fullest at the moment cause once you agree you're the one who's gonna feel full, infact you're already needy so why miss the chance getting pleasured by the one's who made your imagination juicy to the max

(sjdkdbjsks $0R1 hahaha why am i laughing anyways)

"..okay" you said looking to the boy

"really? ok then do you want to guide us or something" sunghoon asked while his eyes twinkling with such excitement

"can i be the one in charge?" you asked finding the right time to try the things you imagined to do in the first place

"sure use us as much as you want princess we're yours after all" sunghoon said while looking at you with pleading eyes telling you to do what you want to him already

"lay down for me like a good pup then"

you said letting your imagination run wild as sunghoon fastly lay down on his back

and heeseung as if sensing your betrayal touch you on your hips while kissing your neck trying to cup your boobs

"nuh uhh did i allowed you to touch me babe? no right? so sit down there and watch like a good boy you are" you point in the sofa in front of the bed

he whined as protest but still sit there watching intently trying not to touch himself cause he wanted to cum SO BAD

back on you, you climbed on sunghoon lap while staring at him he holds you at your waist and you grabbing him by his hair, latching your lips after whispering to him 'youre too good for me' while he whines at the kiss getting much harder than before

you savoured every moment and part of his mouth, inserting your tongue in him tasting him like sweet marshmallows that make him thrust up in your core, releasing needy whimpers you still try to calm your nerves

climbing down to his sweatpants palming him "mhmm just fuck me already mommy please i need you" he sobs wanting to feel more pleasure "not yet" you slide down his sweatpants not shocked that you didn't see any underwear either

"what a bad boy aren't we? walking around without underwear tsk" you turn around to heeseung "should i make him cum or no?" you asked innocently at the needy boy thrusting up his hips to nothing,sunghoon looked at heeseung with pleadingly eyes wanting for release 'please' he mouthed "edge him please" he chuckled

"mmhh" you reply a humm as you spit saliva at his hardened member looking at it as it drip down slowly making the boy hiss, pumping him immediately after, aiming for its head that turns preety pinkish from the sensitivity

"hmm a-ahhh" he brokenly moaned out and grabbed the sheets feeling lightheaded at the pleasure he's receiving "f-feels good mommy" he hissed

he continuedly moans feeling a peek of heaven making his hips thrust up to the hand faster than before "nghh im c-cumming fuck mm ahh" sunghoon moaned on as you sucked his head while pumping your hands faster than before then pulling away from him

he whined and cry out of frustration "no please whyy?" he asked while squirming a lot, you just shrugged while smiling

as he calmed down from his near climax you turn your head behind you seeing a stressed heeseung wanted to feel pleasure too "it hurts, please i need youu please pretty pleasee" he pleaded to the girl making her smile

"come here" you pat beside sunghoon, at that moment he runs so fast good thing he didn't trip lol

you undress his lower half and seeing his long size and reddened tip makes you shy for a little, you swear something like this was never appetizing to you til now, seeing his tip leaking precum was so mhmm, you really had this urge to taste him so sudden

"don't be shy...suck please" he whines, without second thought you take a mouthful of his cock sucking and bobbing your head faster, tasting him better "ahhmm that's good, feels so good"

he moaned while stretching his head backwards, you let go with a pop "oh i bet it does" then thinking about the two boy's climax, you started rubbing both of them with each pair oh hand while sucking hoon's tip

"ngh ahh fuuck" "t-too good y/nn" they both moaned, heeseung grabbing sunghoon's nape pulling him closer till their lips interact, swallowing each others moans

looking at the sight of the two boys under your mercy really lit a fire inside you, feeling your arousal dripping

"shit im cumming" "me too fuck" they both whined, squirming, and grabbing each others hand "you wanna cum?" you asked, teasing as you slowed your hand that was pumping both of their length "yes yes please" they cried as you fasten your phase that made them see stars

at that moment you knew they're at their peek "mm c'mon cum for me, give it to me please, i want it" sucking one another's head they release their please while crying their orgasms out

looking at the boy's pathetic look you decided to just call it a day while they calmed down

"wait you still didn't cum, that's our goal here"

"yeahh...but im tired enough maybe next time" you gave both boys a peck before snuggling between their arms

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again likes and reblogs are highly appreciated tyyyy<33

#sub!idol #sub enhypen #heeseung smut #sunghoon smut #park sunghoon #lee heeseung

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the-duke-of-nuts · 4 years ago

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The Battle Over Wine

After 3 months I’ve finally gotten around to finish writing one of the Loceit headcanons/prompts as a oneshot! This is the first fanfic I’ve ever written that’s in actual sentences and not in script form so forgive the MANY grammar mistakes and shitty plot for I am terrible at writing and don’t know how spacing works on Tumblr (*cough* Betas hit me up *cough*) ANYWAYS literally nothing in this makes sense but it’s fanfiction so roll with it. Hope you enjoy I guess!

Prompt/Headcanon by the amazing royalty of Sanders Sides headcanons/prompts @imma-potatoo: Janus and Logan constantly battle over which wine is better (they are both wine moms) Janus says red wine, Logan says white. They can and will get into hour long debates over this

Pairing(s): Loceit, Background Dukexiety

Word Count: 2,400

Warnings: Alcohol, Arguing, Blood mention (Nothing major just comparing the color to wine), Remus being Remus (Let me know if there's anything else)

It was a typical day at the mindscape for the Braincell Gays. They had just finished filming a video with Thomas about helping him with his mental health and his overworking issues. Janus thought both of their inputs and solutions were a success and decided to have some celebratory wine with Logan.

"Today was a success, wouldn't you say darling?" Janus said wrapping his arms around Logan's waist. "I must admit, today was pretty satisfactory, especially since we both helped Thomas with his dilemma and we were both actually listened to for once." Logan replied wrapping his arms around Janus' neck. Janus smiled and pressed a quick soft kiss against Logan's lips to which Logan of course reciprocated. "I say this calls for a celebration." Janus said. "What did you have in mind?" Logan asked, curiously. Janus smirked and summoned two empty wine glasses "I think you know~" "Ah yes, how can I forget your traditional celebratory wine." Logan playfully rolled his eyes.

"Oh you know you love it".

"You're correct about that." Logan chuckled.

Despite both of them having "serious" and "professional" demeanors around the other sides they enjoyed the little moments where they can actually goof off and make each other laugh and smile during their alone time.

"So, what will it be for the menu for today my love? Will it be the best and most savory of flavors of Roscato red wine, or are we feeling a little fancy and want to celebrate with champagne instead?" Janus asked. "Oh, well I was thinking we should have something far much more adequate like white wine."

The sound of glass shattering immediately followed after Logan’s response,

"I beg your pardon?" Janus stared in disbelief trying to process what his lover had just said. Logan, his darling, the light of his life, his beloved, had just disrespectfully claimed that WHITE wine was better than red in his own home! Well, their home and the other sides' home but that's besides the point! This is wine they're talking about here! "Well, I thought I made myself clear but I shall repeat myself, I said that I was thinking we should have something much more adequate than red wine which I suggested white instead."

Janus took a deep breath in trying to keep his composure

"Starling?"

"Yes Janus?"

"You know I love you right?"

"Of course I do, you show and tell me everyday."

"Well you're making it reeeeeal hard for me to want to show and tell you right now."

"Why? Is it because I was simply stating facts that white wine is much more superior than red?" Logan crossed his arms raising an eyebrow. "Those are NOT facts those are lies! Red wine is much more tastier than white wine!" Janus argued. "Yeah, if you have a figurative bitter tooth! Red wine is way too bitter and the sweetness isn't as flavorful as white wine!" Logan argued back.

"Y'know considering the fact that we have to deal with 4 other nincompoops in this damn house you'd be glad that red wine is stronger than white!"

"Janus, just because red wine contains more ABV than white wine doesn't make it the better beverage!"

"Oh says who!?"

"The literal personification of LOGIC and literally anyone who isn't you!"

"Okay you know what? That's it!"

Janus has had enough of the ridiculous bickering and decided to take matters into his own hands by summoning himself, his darling nerd, and all of the other sides back in the same exact courtroom him and Patton were in trying to convince Thomas to go to the wedding or callback.

"We're going to settle this debate once and for all!" Janus dramatically pointed at Logan. "Janus, this is ridiculous! Who exactly are we defending for this to be a courtroom scenario!?" Logan glared at his lover. "Ourselves and the law of wine!" Janus declared. "What the hell does that even mean!?" An annoyed, confused Virgil yelled from the jury box sitting next to Remus and Patton. "Hush Virgil the adults are talking." Janus said not taking his eyes off of Logan.

"We're the same age!"

"ENOUGH chit chat and questions." Janus made Virgil cover his own mouth growing tired of his complaining and faced Roman "Now, your honor would you kindly read off the charges please?" "Oh, we're doing this again, well alright let's see here uh, The state of Logan Sanders yadda yadda yadda, Janus, prosecuting for the state of Logan Sanders, under oath, information makes that Logan Sanders... Count one: Unlawfully and disrespectfully claimed that one alcoholic beverage was better than the other. Count two: Has terrible taste in drinks but better taste in men. Count three: Being too damn attractive for this world. Count four: Making Janus break two perfectly good wine glasses. Count five: Unlawfully not participate in self care by leaving his books all over the floor whenever he falls asleep while doing heavy research when he's supposed to be taking a break causing Janus to place a bunch of bookmarks in said books and put them away for him." Roman read off the charges Janus summoned him.

"And how exactly were those last four charges relevent?" Logan asked. "Because they are and you know it! Your honor, continue." Janus said. "Being so charged, Logan Logic Sanders, how do you plead?" "Not guilty." Logan said deadpan. "Count six for being too confident in that answer." Janus coughed out.

Logan rolled his eyes and shook his head, he didn't know who was more dramatic, Roman or his lovable self care wine loving snake.

"To make this quick and effective we're going to skip the other nonsense and get straight to the point by giving our UNBIASED views to each person and have them decide to see if Logan is truly a horrible wine 'expert'." Janus said as he arrived at the front of the courtroom

"Alright, fair enough. Prosecution, your first witness."

"I would like to call Remus to the stand!"

Remus appeared in the witness stand and immediately stood up and was about to jump over it and run "I can't go back to jail!" "Sit down Remus you're not going to- Wait what do you mean back?" Janus looked at him after doing a double take. "Nothing! So uh what's the question?" Remus immediately sat back down trying to change the subject.

"Alright Remus, red or white wine?"

"That's it?"

"That's it."

"Alright, uhh hmm..."

Remus thought about it thinking of the possible outcomes that could happen if he chose a certain answer. Janus noticed him struggling to make a choice and had an idea and smirked

"You know Remus, if you're having a hard time deciding, just putting this out there, red wine looks like you're drinking blood and I think you enjoy that thought VERY much~" Remus gasped and instantly became excited by the thought "OOH! You're right! I could even add bone shaped ice to give it that realistic crunching sound!" "Objection persuading the witness with a biased opinion." Logan said. "Overruled. It's not really persuading since we ALL know my brother actually enjoys anything gruesome like that regardless." "I sure do!" Remus cackled at Roman's statement.

Logan sighed a little frustrated, this was going to be harder than he thought.

"I think I rest my case your honor." Janus smirked and blew Logan a kiss as he walked back to his table to sit down. Logan blushed and shook his head to quickly snap out of it and walked to the front and cleared his throat as he adjusted his glasses and tie

“Remus."

"Nerd."

"You enjoy pranking and getting on Janus' nerves is that correct?"

"Yes that is VERY correct." Remus snickered.

"And you despise when he forces you to partake in proper hygene as well as making you eat actual ingestible foods unlike deodorant and other non edible items?”

"Yeah."

Remus crossed his arms hating remembering the times Janus would force him to take a bath and purposely safety locking the cleaning supplies cabinets just so he had no other choice BUT to eat regular food.

"You also are not how they call a 'lightweight'?"

"Nope!"

That was a lie. Remus could drink three cups and he'd already become a drunk chaotic mess.

"Okay, so hear me out here." Logan started and Remus leaned forward becoming interested in what he was about to say. "Remus, white wine is clear therefore you can always "pretend" that you're drinking water so Janus doesn't question it for self care reasons nor harass you about it."

Remus went wide eyed at the realization and wagged his finger at Logan. "You... I like you... Keep talking."

Logan smirked, he got Remus right where he wanted him and continued.

"Also if you were to spill it there would be no noticeable stain therefore making it impossible for Janus to become upset."

"Wow, you make some VERY compelling points Four Eyes."

"Objection! I don't appreciate you persuading my son with your biased statements by using me as examples." Janus interjected.

"Janus, Remus is not your son!"

"You're right, my apologies. I don't appreciate you persuading OUR son with your biased statements by using me as examples."

Logan rolled his eyes and shook his head not wanting to bother arguing with Janus about his logic.

"I believe I've made my points your honor." Logan walked back to his table. "Alright, can I go now?" Remus asked. "Almost Remus. We just need to know your final answer, then you may leave and sit back down with the other two." Janus answered. "Okay umm on one hand I very much LOVED Jan's point about how red wine looks like you're drinking blood buuuut I would have to go with Nerdy Wolverine on this one and choose white wine because I enjoy pissing Janus off."

"Yes!" Logan whispered victoriously to himself.

"Oh you rat son of a bitch of course you would-"

"Language!" Patton interrupted.

"English."

"Spanish! Now you!"

"German. No! We're not doing a word association game!" Janus yelled frustrated. "Aw, what's the matter my charming smooth scaled serpent? Realizing you're losing against Logic?" Logan smirked. "NO and don't you dare flatter me using snake related petnames when you're looking like that in a suit!"

Logan smirked at Janus' flustered expression, "Alright, then bring out your next witness then." "I will! Remus, you can leave now." Finally!" A relieved Remus announced as he summoned himself back at the jury box. Janus summoned Roman to the witness stand wanting to get straight to the point.

"Roman?"

"Yes Janaconda?"

"You're the romantic one out of all of us correct?"

"Oh my god you already know he is just get to the point!" Virgil yelled from the jury box slowly losing his patience even more. "Since you are an expert on the matter, would you mind sharing with the court which wine do you think is more romantic on a date?" "Oh that's easy, obviously red wine." "Interesting, care to elaborate?" Janus smirked and glanced at Logan. "Of course! Imagine having a romantic candle lit dinner under the stars or a picnic date watching the sunset, red wine gives those beautiful moments of being with your beloved partner a general relaxing and romantic atmosphere and it also tastes marvelous with various different foods. I'm actually quite surprised Specs didn't side with red wine considering it's good for digestion." Roman stated. "Wow, you really ARE a romantic expert! I don't think I have any further questions." Janus smirked and walked back to his table.

Logan went wide eyed there's no way he can convince Roman, his answer was obviously clear but it's worth a shot.

"Roman, have you ever considered white wine being just as “romantic” as red?"

"Not really no."

"Okay, well uh it can because-"

"Logan, I know you're trying here but trust me I know what I'm talking about. Don't get me wrong, white wine is just as delectable as red but I'm gonna have to side with Janus on this one." Roman interrupted and summoned himself back on the judge chair. Logan sighed and walked back to his table, he knew by the amount of confidence in Roman's answer there was no convincing him. "Fair enough..."

"Alright, Prosecution next witness?" Janus decided to summon Patton in the witness stand next and smiled innocently clasping his own hands together "Patton~" "Uh I know this is probably a really bad time to bring this up now but um I don't really drink wine so I don't really have an opinion..." Patton blushed a little embarrassed. Janus sighed frustrated and put his head down on the podium and summoned Patton back in the jury box "Of course you don't."

There was only one person left and that person was Virgil, it was 2 out of 2 and his choice would be the one to officially break the tie and put an end to this illogical ridiculous debate trial.

Janus summoned Virgil in the witness stand " Alright Virgil, what do you think cause I'm sure we all know you don't have an important input."

"You wanna know what I think!?"

Virgil was fed up and snapped his fingers causing him and the other sides to appear back at the house and summoned two glasses of wine, one red and the other white. He shoved the glass of red wine in Janus' hand and the white wine in Logan's

"I think the two of you dorks-"

"Dorks. Whale penises am I right guys?" Remus interupted snorting.

"-Should actually ACT like you both have a braincell and never debate about something as stupid as this ever again!" Virgil continued angrily. "Maybe the reason why they both don't have a braincell anymore is because they both fu-" Virgil interrupted his boyfriend from finishing his inappropriate sentence by covering his mouth and dragged him out of the room. Roman and Patton followed them not knowing what else to do.

The Braincell Gays stood in awkward silence holding their wine glasses realizing their silly little arguement was stupid after all.

"Truce?" Janus asked raising his wine glass.

"Truce." Logan smiled and raised his glass as well.

They both clinked their wine glasses together and drank their wine happily enjoying each other's company and soon made it up to each other by agreeing to have a self care day together the next day.

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fluorescencefuture · 4 years ago

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Homestuck^2: How I’d write the Omega Kids (and the Candy timeline villains)

I haven't reread Homestuck nor the epilogues in a while so correct me if I'm wrong with anything here. This was all in one go, too, so I probably missed something here or there. I'm also not a native English speaker so pardon some grammar errors.

In General

I’d give them a five-letter name scheme. Names of a group being the same length was a big deal in original HS (human first names had four letters, troll names had six, Ancestors had eight-letter titles, Cherubs had eight letters too, etc.), so it’s odd seeing this new group have names of varying length

I’d also give them all shirt symbols. It’s odd that something so iconic to Homestuck isn’t present in the new kids, either.

I'll write for both the canon post-canon with evil Jane and for my own version with different villains. Evil Jane happens because a highblood troll who hears of the old ways of Alternia attempts to kill her and take her crown, as she's technically the heiress. Jane wins, but she starts to see trolls and Alternian culture in a different light from then on. At first she was only trying to prevent the worst parts of Alternian culture from coming back, but over time grew to despise trolls, and ended up trying to force human culture onto Alternians.

The other Candy villains are a dangerous terrorist rebel group that wants to overthrow the creators and destroy them. They say the creators made the people, abandoned the people for years, then suddenly came back and decided they control the people. The group is made of humans, trolls, carapacians, and even consorts. The mysterious shadowed leader claims to be doing this for the people, but really, all they want is to have control for themselves, and they don't care if any innocents get in the way.

Harry Anderson

Has nothing to fix, he’s perfect as is

Okay but seriously, the guy is the kid with the least questionable things around him. He has no baggage from sharing the same name as an established character (ICP Harry Anderson doesn’t count), and he didn’t come from infidelity.

He also has actual color to his personality. He likes musicals and sewing. He has a good relationship with his dad. Like many kids with divorced parents, he wishes his parents were together again. What do the others have? Vrissy is just a slightly less aggressive Vriska. Tavros is just OG Tavros and Jake combined. Yiffy’s thing is being a dog girl named Yiffany Longstocking. The others could be fleshed out eventually, but with the slow pace and meandering plot we have right now, I doubt it.

If Jane's the villain, things would mostly go the same way. If Jane isn't the villain, it goes two ways: he decides to join Vrissy's guerilla anti-anti-creator group and fight because he wants to protect his parents, or he's just very anti-conflict and avoids the fight because he doesn't think he's up to it. He's frequently threatened but doesn't tell his parents about the threats. Eventually, he gets convinced to join and fight.

Vrissy

So Vrissy’s in relationships with guys who are technically her cousins. At first I was like “well, they’re not biologically related nor were they raised as family so it’s not weird”. But then Tavros called Kanaya “Aunt Kanaya” and now I’m thinking “oh god, that’s really weird”.

Now she’s just a troll girl from school. She's just close to Kanaya and Rose, but isn’t their kid. She isn’t related to anyone. Anyone except Vriska, who she was named after. Vrissy’s new nickname is just Vriss.

Alternatively, her name is something completely different. Honestly, it just seemed like a way to shoehorn in a Vriska for the story. Only for actual Vriska to come back anyway.

Uhh, Eshtha (from Jyeshtha, a Hindu nakshatra Scorpius is associated with)? Oriona (from Orion, the myth where Scorpius is mostly attributed to)? Naiaka (from Manaiakalani, as Hawaiians saw Scorpius as the demigod Maui’s fishhook)? Oh wait, I’ll have to make nicknames for those names too. Uh, Eshty, Riona, and Naiah.

Maybe have her have a personality that’s rather opposite to Vriska’s than have her as Vriska 2. She's more a perky goth, more cheerful and sweet. More "I knew you could do it!" than "So you can do something after all." A beast in battle, of course. She doesn't like to use her mind control powers, because she finds them disturbing.

If Vriska had to come back, the conflict would come from their conflicting personalities. Vriska would pretty much act the same way she did to (Vriska), but this time, Vriss doesn't take any of it and stands her ground.

Whether the villain is Jane or not, she's the one who decides to fight back, and she gets her friends and others to join her. The creators have been nothing but good to her, and she cares about them a lot, especially Rose and Kanaya. Not to mention they're also her friends' parents.

Tavros

Yeah, we’re gonna have to rename that kid. It never made sense to me why Jake and Jane named their kid after some guy they don’t know that well. I don’t remember everything from the Epilogues, but I’ll assume the reason was Gamzee or something. Also weird that Jane, who’s supposed to be racist to trolls, would just...let her kid be named after one.

Something old-ish would work. Flynn? Silas? Avery? Clyde? Niles? Louie?

He's moirails with this Vriss instead of kismeses. The Vrissy/Tavros kismesis also felt like re-hashing the kismesis that Vriska and OG Tavros kinda had.

If we went post-canon villain Jane, he'd be reluctant to join the rebellion and is more of a pacifist who would rather try to talk his mom out of it.

Alternatively, Jane and Jake are separated (but not divorced) and he lives with Jake. Because Jane was never terrible to him and Jake doesn't tell him how bad she's gotten, he disagrees with her but still tries to justify and rationalize that Jane's really doing it from a place of good intentions.

If the villain isn't Jane, then Jane and Jake have been hiding him away, and his friends can only see him when they visit him at his swanky home. You might say he's...housetrapped. He joins because his friends are in it, and doesn't quite grasp how serious things are until the rebels try to kill Jane (the rebels try to kill Jane first because you always kill the healer first).

He's in contact with a mysterious guide who's kinda spacy and a little terrifying at times. His friends think the guide might just be some creepy predator. It's revealed to be Candy Gamzee, out of the fridge and legitimately harmless, but untraceable and doing mysterious things behind the black. Again.

Come to think of it, Dirk's missing too...

Yiffany Longstocking

Yiffy is now the ectokid of Dave and Jade. She looks more like a DaveJade kid than JadeRose, really. Dave and Jade are also either happily married or coming close to an amicable divorce. Yeah, the toxic shit Jade did and the erasure of Dave's bisexuality also don't exist here. Jade, Dave, Karkat, and Terezi are backing Vrissy's anti-anti-creator group.

Her new name is something unisex. Riley? Logan? Robin? Sloan? Salem?

She spends a lot of time outside doing sports and doesn't talk much. She's not very close to the other three kids, but she's surprisingly pretty close to her Aunt Rose.

While Jade and Dave are out on a mission for Karkat (this is the mission Candy Dave dies), she gets kidnapped by the opposing force (Jane/the terrorists). She gets a shock collar forced on her, then is hidden away in a Boarding School for Inconvenient Girls, enrolled under the name "Yiffany Longstocking". Jade comes home to find that her family's been taken from her. Again.

Yiffy almost escapes, but she gets knocked out and taken back to base, where they lock her in a cage and treat her like a dog. She's still defiant to the end.

If Jane's the villain, Jake is inspired by Yiffy's defiance, grows some balls, exposes Yiffy's treatment to the press, and sets her free. She beats up the guards trying to stop her. Jake gets surrounded by more guards. In response, he pulls out his pistols and a one-liner, and bam, cliffhanger.

If it's the terrorist group, Terezi picks up on Yiffy's scent when they're in a base, and she's saved by the other three kids, where she immediately turns around and beats the crap out of the guards. They become proper friends from there.

The reunion panel still happens and this time it's her reuniting with her loving mother and aunt instead of...y'know.

BONUS: Sadstuck

Harry gets his own “im not a hero” speech after trying and “failing” to be the hero that John was

Vriss is eventually forced to use her mind control powers. It’s either a “Katara using bloodbending" situation, or she forces her friends to leave her behind when they want to stick by her.

Tavros finally witnesses his mother’s true nature when Jake defeats all the guards, but is stabbed from behind by Jane and killed. In the other version, it seems Jane is finally safe and able to come home to her son. Then she’s killed right in front of him.

After the big hug with Jade and Rose, Yiffy pulls away. She smiles, looks around behind them, and asks “Where’s Dad?”

So, please tell me what you think!

#Homestuck 2 #HS2 #hs^2 #vrissy maryam lalonde #harry anderson egbert #tavros english #yiffany longstocking lalonde harley #yiffany lalonde harley #my writing

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kanene-yaaay · 5 years ago

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'How was I suppose to know?! You were my first case!’

Author’s note:

So, once upon a time there was a @yussuna, who gives the idea of a fanfic/drawing challengue to a crazy writer called Kanene.

Since them thing went down a downhill.

And then this story born! Yaaaaaaaaay!!!

Okay xDD. But, seriously, this is one of the works I am most proud for, and I really, really would appreciate if you give this a shot. It is very crazy and random, I have to admit, but it has a golden heart.

XDDD

Warnings, fun facts, random things and stuff:

* This is a totally original story! Who would knew I still knowing how to write it! :D

* This is a SFW oneshot. ^w^)b

* I need to warning for blood (kind of?), cutting and use of electricity as weapon. Nothing very detailed, though.

* Sorry for any spelling, pontuation and grammar mistakes! Any and every advice is very very welcome! Please give me your opinion! \(-w-)/

* Something around 4.000 words.

* Portuguese version (Brazilian’s one) coming soon (Provavelmente vai ser só de noite pq eu preciso sair agora, enton, desculpaa!)! Thankys for reading, my lollipops! Have a incredible week! Eat cucumbers and hug an a guardian angel!

[ ~*~]

“You need to stop staring me while I sleep, it’s terrifying.”

“Correction: Guard. And request denied. My system has been updated to not open a slightest infinitesimal loophole possible for you to escape.”

“Urg. You guys, ‘perfect’ guards, are SO exaggerated. - The freckled started to walk in slow steps to the kitchen, tossing his shirt to the couch, being followed by the dark as chocolate skinned, who frowned his face to the neglect with the garment lying faint in the furniture, his impeccable posture almost undoing in disbelief as heard the other’s words.

“Pardon me, exaggerated?!”

Like a movie, they both saw the memories going by as a bittersweet trailer in their own minds: The guard enjoying the calm morning silence and the sweet aroma from the first batch of delicacies being deliciously baked in the nearest bakery in the exact sun rise, receiving greetings even from the singing birds. He felt absolutely charged. Calmly opened his eyes, submerging himself in his desire to hum as he blinked a few times, his glare being totally captured for a light movement on the window. His pupils made soft metallic sound as they readjusted to better focus in the scene before him.

Which, for some reason, happened to be the fugitive blatantly falling out from the same, without a single hint of balance or sense of self-preservation as he lifted from the ground and started to fastly run through the yard which surrounded the house, the dolphin patterned pajamas shining with the dirt spots acquired from the garden.

Mathias almost felt moved, even impressed, by the boldness, a feeling that deprived him from his actions for a brief pieces of moments.

Before leaving in a methodical and unbridled career after him.

“I was just practicing my morning run. I need to keep me alive until at least the next decade, preferably.”

“ You clearly was running away.”

“You have no evidence, and I just speak in presence of my lawyer.” Opened his cupboard (his back staring the dark skinned and being a loyal confident for the police officer, who imitated him with gaudy gestures and grimaces) and placed the pan with water on the oven, his eyes meeting the other’s, who already was in his perfect position with erect back and impassive face, his hand rubbing the back of his neck as a slightly signal of embarrassment. “Do you drink pure coffee or with milk?”

“Your devil’s advocate? And I don’t drink coffee, sir.”

“Mathias.” Completed the sentence that had already received its final point with a distracted tune, going towards the blender and filling it with water. Gave an ironic with a drop of amargure, crackle. “I’m not the devil. One of the demons, maybe. From the lowest class. The feathers from a fallen angel, to be honest.”

“ Pardon me?”

“You already live with me. - Guard. - Yeah, yeah. Guard, live, whatever. The thing is, we have been together for five months and you calling me ‘sir’ make me feel old.”

“It’s not in my protocols to call you by your name, sir.”

“ -all powerful, Mathias.” Once again completed the finished sentence.

The guard narrowed his eyes to the grin from the other.

“I’ll keep completing all and any phrase of yours, then.” He poured the milk powder into the water, taking a full spoon just to put it in his mouth. “Chocolate milk, then?”

“I don’t have need to eat, si-” His sentence was interrupted when he noticed the sparkle in the shirtless’ look. “Matheus.”

“Mathias.”

“That was what I said, Matheus.”

This time was his round of receiving the annoyed look, sustaining its with a smile that illuminated the room and almost had his own chorus of heavens by the angelical and (false) innocent tune which he possessed.

“You’re pronouncing it wrong.” Had to blink, the smile was too shiny, even to his standards. He licked his teeth, his lips curling as he didn't break the gaze which he expected to be intimidating. “And you know it.”

“I am an, fluent in more than ten languages, android, sir Matheus. I can assure you that I know how to pronounce a name.”

Silence.

Matheu- Mathias let out a defeated sigh, shaking his head.

“You still haven't answered my question.” Started to mix the powdered coffee in the boiled water, the smell immediately spreading throughout the kitchen and the Perfect Police Officer code 128√e980 controlled his impulse to close his eyes to appreciate it deeply. “And don’t try to sell me this bullshit of ‘I’m an android and I don’t eat and nhenhenhe.’ I’ve already seen you stealing my gingerbreads in the middle of the dawn.” Still mixing the coffee as his had turned 270º degreedes to stare the the android who keep him under surveillance. - So? Chocolate Milk? Tea? Coffee?

The other thanked for his shade of skin that made difficult the perception of how much heated his facial system was; opened his mouth some centímeters, being almost possible to see the synapse powdery working in order to seek an answer on the same level of the half truth and half sincerity teasing tune.

He didn’t find it.

“Chocolate milk.” Quiet murmur, deviated his gaze from the face which turned again to the activity being made, calmly humming.

It took some minutes drowned in silence while breakfast was being served. The police officer decided to help set the table, partly for a fact question of moral and empathy and the other part, more true, being the one which preferred ignore the dance steps, stuffed for the music that now freely flied from his lips, that Mathias risked, almost dropping plenty of times all the drinks on the floor for trusting on an equilibrium which he did not have when it came to floating.

Humans are so weird.

“Uhh. We’re out if breads… You will have to buy more.”

The law enforcement officer blinked once, twice and more three times in disbelief before facing the other.

“Excuse me? Whose house is it?”

“Mine, but I can’t go out, remember? I’m in home prison.” Took a big sip of the not strained coffee.

“Misconception. You can move up to 100 meters from your home in order to perform activities to fulfill basic needs, as supermarketing.”

“Oh, now I see. Do you mean that when I wanted to do my morning run to keep myself healthy and alive this rule never was mentioned, but now when it affects you, suddenly I can have rights and go roaming around?”

“Misconception. You are modificating my words in order to make me accomplish what you want.”

“Rude.”

“The bakery is next to your house.”

Mathias loudly took another sip of coffee, launching to the lively dark eyes an incisive condemnatory look. Few hair strands falling down his face.

“I am not paid for that.” The bright smile one go up, without any smile on lips, which twitched in an annoyed pout, and went grumbling to the prisoner's room to get his wallet, because he didn’t really had a payment.

“Thank you, dear. ~”

Per protocols androids didn’t swore, cursed and neither pronounce threats to any human, in life or not, regardless ofthe situation.

But that didn’t mean that they didn’t thought about it.

[~*~]

Mathias began to receive calls from the gang. He didn’t really gave much details about them, however he always researched a shade of pale skin more and more stronger with each of them. Sometimes the shade took too long to leave. All the numbers were from prepaid cell phones and their tracking always led to a dead end, no surprises from the biggest gang of the perimeter. They got people highly trained and infiltrated in any place. His guard work slowly and yet suddenly, metamorphosed in a protection work, which for some reason managed to calm both.

The robot who never had a name inhaled, observing his own breath being dissipated by the thick and cold drops, which plummeted from the sky in the shape of a majestic storm. It was night. A night without moon and with the only illumination stemming from light poles, automobiles headlights and his night vision. He had administered a dose of sleeping pill in Mathias’ juice, since the sleepless nights started to research a concern and definitely not healthy number. He already had studied each one of the contradictions from the product so as the long hair’s medical record, until know the right amount to use and be sure that it wouldn’t hurt him.

For this he found himself comfortable to enjoy at least for a second the sensation of freedom which he felt for being in the middle of this phenomenon. Closed his eyes and swirled in the same spot a few times, feeling with pleasure the freezing sensation took over his systems together with the wet grass aroma. The world was silent, as if even the nature shut up for a instante to appreciate its beauty.

It was… contagious, it was liberating. In the middle of the storm no one guard him, no protocols holded him, nobody weirdly stared him when he used the verb ‘feel’ and didn’t ignored him as soon they no longer needed his services.

There he was, was…

“NO!!!”

No?

Opened his eyes and three bangs, as little explosions one after another, became present. Few milliseconds after he felt himself fell, a second scream spreading through the air, cutting the calm and fullness he had been in.

Gasping. He was gasping. Weird feeling. Chest tightness. His pupils quickly focused in the form before him.

It had the green and blue colors mixed in small stripes through all his shape. It was bright. Bright enough at the point to completeky extinguish the darkness in the garden at night without satellites or stars. It was-

“MATHIAS??!”

Yes, with his long strands hair bouncing around his face, showing little fins which he had in place of ears; his pajamas hitting and vibrating strongly over his, literally, gleaming skin, whose shine seemed to spread even more with the rain that covered, yet no longer hit, them. He floated, as he always did when was distracted, however this time he seemed to have an established goal, his hand extended in an unknown energy field, apparently of protection, since in it contained two bullet projectiles, while his other hands was pressed in his shoulder which was-

“Shot! You’ve been hit!” Automatically the android connected himself in his Data Network, taking all the possibles and necessaries for the situation. His body impulsed itself, getting up and moving closer to the other, taking off his shirt and tearing it up to make a tourniquet. His gestures were quick and precise, even though his legs shook for a moment when heard the pain interjection, said in the middle of gritted teeths, from his partner. “How?” His glare was suddenly drawn to the three beings who were in attack positions, guns in hand and shining in their chests…

“Distinctives. They got hell of agents infiltrated in the police.” He wanted to tell that his had a surprised tune, or even that he successfully attempted to hide the astonishment in his voice, but that would be a lie. Actually, this was one of his first theories he had when was arrested and, mainly, leaded to home prision. It was for this reason which in the first month he had been so wary and ignorant with the police android.

And now he got a shot for him. He, who would say?

He was sweating, damn, guns of that level din’t even caused a big amount of damage, however they hurted as if the bullet shards was tap dancing and perforating all of his nerves.

“Can’t you attack them?”

“What?!” His eyes widened, for a instant the pain on his shoulder being a little more light that the unbelieving. “I… Look, this shield is the maximum that I can do at the moment!” Talking hurt. Kneeded down and looked away, suddenly ashamed for his actual condition. “My energy is not physiologically capable to convert itself in any offensive device. Sorry, but you’re going to have to deal with the rest.”

The android’s hands shook, even though his expression remained stoic when nodded. He stared the three forms, who continued shooting bullet after bullet in synchrony. Flexed his arm and relaxed skillfully, as if he was stretching a whip, nevertheless, what actually came of his palm was copper wires, which quickly began to sizzle and snap as electric charge ran all his length. He approached to the shield protecting them, yet couldn’t see the police officers’ face.

Maybe it was for the best.

ERROR. ERROR. BASE PROTOCOL BEING VIOLATED. ERROR. ERROR. RETREAD IMMEDIATELY, REPEAT: RETREAD IMMEDIATELY. BASE PROTOCOL BEING VIOLATED.

He blinked, and then knew about all the effect of electricity on a human being. He knew about the electric chairs, the tortures from Medieval Era World War and nowadays, knew about the electroconvulsive therapies and the perfect voltage to incapacitate an adult human of avarage height and weight.

ERROR. ERROR. BASE PROTOCOL BEING VIOLATED. ERROR. ERROR. RETREAD IMMEDIATELY, REPEAT: RETREAD IMMEDIATELY. BASE PROTOCOL BEING VIOLATED.

He reached out his hand. Androids weren’t built to hurt humans. They were prohibited to do that. Each movement made feel like there was fire in his metal connections, the ‘error’ warnings beating and pulsing in each one of his systems as a series of spam, or that future appointment you would not want to be reminded right now.

He remembered the scream of pain, the sensation of freedom, the rain, the weird feeling in his chest and his work, his first case and in what it had been metamorphosed:

ERROR. ERROR. BASE PROTOCOL BEING VIOLATED. ERROR. ERROR. RETREAD IMMEDIATELY, REPEAT: RETREAD IMMEDIATELY. BASE PROTOCOL BEING VIOLATED.

Protect Mathias.

“Undo the barrier.” If it was on the right voltage there wouldn't be much damage. “On three, tow, one…”

ERROR. ERROR. BASE PROTOCOL BEING VIOLATED. ERROR. ERROR. RETREAD IMMEDIATELY, REPEAT: RETREAD IMMEDIATELY. BASE PROTOCOL BEING VIOLATED.

“NOW!”

A hole opened itself on the shield, allowing the three conductors wires to unfold themselves and grabbed in each of the police officer’s ankles, electricity discharges flowing through his body and suffering interferences by the rain.

His head throbbing as if the discharges had being on him, which makes sense, since something needed to be the source to charge his attack. Mathias passed, weak small steps, him, analyzing the bodies on the ground.

“Wow. You hit them all at once, and still got to see that they were androids. Impressive.” The one with freckles, not that this was noticeable in the sightly darkness which returned to ravage the place when his gleam amenized, turned out, his smile in a mingle of pain and congratulations. Their gaze met and he realized in the same second:

He didn’t knew.

The robotic voice screaming the protocol in his head shutted up. His eyes were moist, his mind throbbing, shrivers of pain running up his spine and his hands trembled.

‘It must be due to the rain.’, said to himself.

“Hey, we need to go, okay?” The worried face entered in his vision field, his hand went to his not-in-his-so-perfect-pose, shoulder, and he nodded in response.

They came in the house right to the bathroom and with a tweezer the one with technologic systems removed the bullet, wrapping the wound in gauze and pronouncing a few enchantments, offered by Mathias, on the said. The agent got up and moved toward the sink, washing his hands.

“We will need to leave as soon as possible.” He pulled out a pocket knife and unsheathed the blade, observing his reflex with a inexpressive face.

“Sure. I will start to pack the most importMY GOD WHY ARE YOU CUTTING YOUR FACE?”

The police, maybe no longer, officer raised his hand, preventing the other to approached even a single small centimeter. The only eye which was seeing properly, since the cut had been just above his left eyebrow and the liquid spreaded in a intense flow through a great part of half of his face, focused in the opened cut as he stirred with the, previously sterilized, tweezer in it. Mathias felt an unpleasant goose bump travel through his body, making his bright color became in a more opaque shade, didn’t deviating the glare only for pure concern.

“Tracking chip. We all have it in case of any emergency. And don’t worry, my nervous system is different from yours. Quick, pack our things.”

Sure that ‘our’ wasn’t just metaphorically. Mathias grabbed two bags and put the basic first: food, first aid apparatus, a pair of shoes to each one, flashlight, prepaid cell phone (like all the great people with important secrets, he got one), towel, raincoats and money to the complete makeover they would do. After that he arranged the superficial which he knew that had its parts of essentially: The book that the agent started one of these days, his pocket videogame, a SD card with important photos and THE teddy bear (whom it belonged? Mystery.) All together he came back to the bathroom, where needed to sew the other’s corrugator supercilii, who was starting to feel a bit dizzy.

They got on the first bus they found. A travel bus, the only main reason for being so crowded. The sat in the back for both precaution and privacy, which seemed a little to much cautelous, since the two kids jumping from side to side (”I TOLD you to not give them chocolate for dinner, John!! Now what do you want me to do, huh??? Look! I just want to see when-”) waking up the cute generic newborn baby with a powerful voice in a cry that filled every inch of the automobile. None conversation would be audible even if screamed.

They dried off and ate a little, the silence, way to talk since Angelly was teaching the parrot from the sleeping man sitting on front seat to repeat the word ‘poop’, always following them.

“What you are?”

“I…” They stared each other a little before Mathias looked, seeking to choose his words. “I was a result of an experiment. I can’t remember if I was a human before all of that or if I was created there, I just know that one day I… existed. And on the others days I realized that I couldn’t take anymore tests; They wanted to see how far my power could go, from where it comes, how it could be recreated, if it could be passed on… I couldn’t stand it, almost exploded. I managed to find an escape and ran away from everything. I can easily be confused with a human when I don’t gleam, as you can see, except for some details.” The freckled lifted a lock of hair, showing the different, exotic ears. The black-skinned listened attentively, leaning against him, both because his energy that was in less than half as the loss of his resources, and feeling Mathias equally relax and snuggle in his side as well. “Yet they can be easily hidden. Anyway, I went out into the world. Never had heard about here and even less knew about how everything worked and… Well, a guy from the gang appeared and said that they were looking for people to fill some vacancies there. He said it was enough to be good with secrets and know when shut my mouth and we would almost be as a family…”

Angelly threatened the bird when it ordered her to wash her mouth with soap, and now the animal kept flying around the ceiling of the vehicle while the child menacingly tried to toss peanuts on its. The tourist guide was praying, probably to the Judgment Day happen in the next few hours.

“And everything was being alright in the beginning. But the things I saw there… It was like I was one of the scientists who tested me long ago and I couldn’t… I surrendered, the cops arrested me and the rest is the story you followed.”

Silence. Mathias was shaking, it could be sensed his whole chest trembling. The ex-police officer adjusted himself so that he could face him.

“I am sorry. Your… entire record seemed so authentic, I would never imagine something like that could happened.”

“Oh. That it’s good. because then you would realize in the exact same time that it was a story from a movie we saw in our first month.”

…

“Excuse me. What?”

“I knew you slept, I mean, recharged during them!! Very rude of you!”

“I didn’t absorbed useless information. What are you talking about?”

“I was joking, guardian angel. I wasn’t a experiment, lol. I am a alien. I’m grounded.” And finally released the laughs that held so much in himself, literally shaking as seeing the unbelieve face from the one who accompanied him, who quickly adjusted his impeccable posture and angrily pushed him, not even noticing the existence of the new nickname.

“You’re a what?”

“An alien. Octopus Specie, I think it is easiest to your database to relate.” Snapped his fingers, his appearance immediately changing for a young adult with long red hairs, freckles, one of the eyes shiny green as half of his stripes and the other blue as the other half. “Distant planet. The humans don’t have an idea about the existence of our galaxy.” The partner didn’t said anything, what give him space to continue explaining himself. “I made some shenanigans in the past so my parents sent me to here as punishment. I can only come back when I learn my lesson.”

“What do you-” Took a deep breath, forbade himself to seek for any logic. “And what is this lesson?”

“I don’t have any idea.” Answered, the guilt in his expression being totally overshadowed by the playfulness in his smile. “I slept in this part of the lecture.”

The android took another breath and deviated his glare, by the way he closed his hand in the seat leaded Mathias ponder if he was imagining that the said object was his face. Gluped.

“So, are you stuck in the Earth until you learn a lesson which you don’t have the single idea what is about?”

“Putting like this seems a bit too exaggerated, but yes.”

“I literally just resumed what you just said and G-a-ah! - Gave up. Leaned in the back of the bus, not even looking bothered with the much his head hit the wall in each irregularity in the trails, which was a lot, that they passed by. He massaged the tip of his nose. ‘Follow orders.’ They said. ‘It is just guard him for he doesn’t run away or has contact with the gang.’ They also said. ‘It won’t be so hard.’ THEY SAID-

In truth, no one in real life had told him that, however it was what always the movies showed, so it must be true.

“Did you really thought that I was a human?” From his tune it was perceptible that he stilled trying to control his laughter, most likely because he noticed that if one more laugh escaped from his lips, his shield would not be enough to prevent the other’s fury, who probably would take his base-protocol and throw in his face. “I always thought it was pretty obvious.”

“Of course I didn’t! How would I even suspect?” Awwww. He was doing the annoyed frustrated pout. Aaaah! Look at this ashamed blush.

“Well, I literally floated? And could rotate my head 270º degrees? And eat strange things?”

“You were my first case! I didn’t had any database about the habits of Homos Sapiens Sapiens, I mean, have you seen the weird traditions they have? There are gestures that in some area is a compliment and in the other is a coursing in the same country! Not to mention the most expensive coffee of the world is made with seeds defecated by a bird! The entire humanity doesn’t make any sense!”

“I know right? I started to float because I read a book and there the character did that! I thought ‘Wow, finally something we have in common!’, I just realized that no one did that when the peoples looked at me weirdly and started to applaud! Here, follow me: if they don’t do that why they say that they do?!” And then lowered down, as he was telling a secret. “I think they do that on purpose.”

The black-skinned nodded wisely, immediately being followed by the other.

“Tsc.” Snorted, irony filling his voice. “And they claim to be the most evolved specie of the planet.

“Cockroaches.”

“Definitely cockroaches.”

“They fits anywhere, don’t die, eat everything…”

“Not cucumber.”

“Cucumber?” Questioned, his line of praise being broken.

“Yes. Toxic components for them. No cucumbers.”

They were like two old ladies in a afternoon tea, gossiping.

“And who would know that aliens are so sarcastics?”

“What? So you’re saying that for me to be an alien I need to be submissive and quiet asking to come back to home or a guy without a slightly sense of compassion and a high technological evolution wanting to kill all living beings on the planet?” He rested his hand dramatically towards his heart, as if the sentence had hitted him there, his partner just rolled his eyes. “Prejudiced.”

“Science fiction works are, literally, the only database I have access about beings from other planets.”

“Rude. You have access to the memories of our past months, don’t you? Use that, guardian angel.”

The android pondered, slightly agreeing before took a battery and putting its in his mouth, absently sucking the electricity.

“What are we going to do now?”

“Well, first of all: mechanic and then… shopping!” Threw his hands up excitedly. “You need some djustes in your appearance to them not recognize us, and I’m not going to survive my fugitive life with just a couple of clothes!”

“Androids don’t go to mechanics, we have…” His protest was promptly ignored by the other.

“We also going to need a place to live, but that we can see that later.” Turned happily to the other, sparkling eyes. “And you need a name, Guardian Angel.”

“A name?”

“Yeah. Everyone has one, you should get one too, right?”

He smiled. Yes, he should.

“I’ll think about it.”

“I’m going to sleep.”

The bus followed through the sand trail, going at a slower speed, however almost finding no holes, letting the only movements to be a calm rocking from the vehicle. It wasn’t raining at that perimeter, just windy strong enough that even the duo away from the window could feel it. They closed their eyes, managing to capture without a lot of effort the sound of nocturnal crickets singing and jumping around. Mathias again leaned against the other, leading both to relaxed.

“You can rest, I get the night shift.”

“Humpf.” Amused snort, taking off his coat and clumsy putting on them in order to cover at least a little of them. “You, guardian angels, are always SO exaggerated.”

“Good night, Matheus.”

‘Night.’ Replied the other, telepathically.

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