#and us (as well as my girlfriend and another friend of ours) did some magic shopping and got dinner together

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365 Days of Writing Prompts: Day 363

Adjective: Poetic

Noun: Pain

Definitions for those who need/want them:

Poetic: relating to or used in poetry; written in verse rather than prose; having an imaginative or sensitively emotional style of expression

Pain: physical suffering or discomfort caused by illness or injury; mental suffering or distress; (informal) an annoying or tedious person or thing; careful effort, or great care or trouble

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Request from anon: Wanda and y/n have been in a relationship for some months and both of them have a crush on Natasha so they decide to invite her for a threesome and she accepts. Y/n and Natasha are g!p

You Both Huh? (18+)

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Post Age of Ultron: (Wanda Maximoff X G!P Reader X G!P Natasha Romanoff)

Summary: You, Wanda, and Natasha discover and learn about each other's bodies.

Word Count: 2.6K

Content: Fluff, Comfort, Feelings, wlw, sex, threesome, oral, porn with plot

This was my first time writing G!P, and I hope I did it justice! Please let me know if I did anything wrong ❤️

Natasha was exhausted.

After a month of being deep undercover and alone with her thoughts in another country, she was finally back home.

Back at the compound.

Back to be with her found family and friends.

Yet only you and Wanda seemed to be home.

As the elevator doors opened, Natasha found the two of you curled up on the couch in the living room. What Natasha doesn't know is how the two of you were waiting for your favorite redhead to come back home. So, as she steps out from the elevator and her boots hit the floor, Wanda lifts her head up and looks back.

A huge smile breaks out on the younger brunette as she turns to you and shakes you awake from your cat nap.

You rub the sleep out of your eyes as Wanda grabs your hand, and the two of you fly off the couch to Natasha. "Oh my gosh, Wanda! Y/n!" Natasha exclaims as she sees you two quickly make your way over. Her bags hitting the ground as she wraps her arms around her friends.

Her friends that just so happen to be a couple that have a crush on her.

But that's for in a little bit!

Natasha's had her suspicions, but she's a spy, so being on guard 24/7 is like her thing.

As you breathe in the dry shampoo from Natasha's hair, you hear Wanda communicate to you. "Tonight can be perfect." You can't help but smirk and turn your head to eye Wanda. "If Natasha is up for it." You communicate back, making Wanda playfully roll her eyes—something Natasha catches.

"Already? I just got back and you two are already having secret conversations?"

"Sorry, babes!" You comment as you let go of Natasha. "Just about our plans for later." Natasha shakes her head and rolls her eyes. "Okay, sure, whatever." Wanda can't help but laugh as Natasha pretends not to believe you.

"So, where's everyone else?" Natasha asks as she picks up her bags, but Wanda's magic stops her as red tendrils pick them up. "Still need to get used to that," Natasha remarks, even if Sokovia was a year ago. Wanda smiles wide.

"Thor is off-world. Tony and Pepper are doing stuff with M.I.T. Cap and Sam are busy with their missing friend. The toaster is still on sleep mode." Natasha laughs at the last dig you throw in while Wanda rolls her eyes as the three of you arrive at Natasha's door.

"And Banner?" She questions before Wanda can make a comment about her robotic friend. You shake your head. "Nothing to report." Natasha hums and nods her head as she opens her door. "Well, maybe that's best."

"Yeah, it's not like you need him," Wanda says, surprising all three of you. You turn to your girlfriend of the last six months, shocked as she drops her mouth. "Oh my gosh! Natasha, I'm so sorry that was supposed to be an inside thought!"

Natasha looks shocked and looks from you to Wanda. Her surprised face slowly morphs into a quizzical look as she tilts her head and leans against her open door. "An inside thought, huh? What did you mean by it?"

Wanda opens and closes her mouth. "Umm." She looks to you, but you don't know how to help Wanda other than telepathically telling her: "Maybe now's the time."

Wanda closes her mouth, and she decides to go for it.

She looks from you to the redhead, still waiting for an answer. "I meant what I said. You don't need him. You don't him for a release o-or for someone to.. connect with... when... when you have us." When Wanda finally gets through her sentence, she peeks into Natasha's green eyes and does her best not to tap into Natasha's mind.

"When I have you both?" Natasha softly questions as you stand next to Wanda and grab her hand. Letting her know you fully appreciate her for speaking up for the both of you.

You nod to the older woman in front of you. "We like you, Tasha."

"A lot," Wanda adds on.

Suddenly, Natasha's suspicions and nagging feelings made a lot more sense. She was right. The two of you had a crush on the Black Widow. Natasha's body relaxed against the door frame as her neutral face turned into a light smile.

"You both, huh?" She questioned as her smile turned more into a smirk. This made the ever-growing feeling in your stomach flip and turn as Wanda squeezed your hand tighter. "Yes," Wanda spoke for the two of you.

"How long?" Natasha asked as her eyes danced from you to your girlfriend and back. "Since... always?" You said as Wanda nodded. "You're kind of impossible not to develop feelings for," Wanda replied, making Natasha laugh before she took a step closer.

"Well, it's a good thing I like to keep an open mind about these types of situations," Natasha said, confusing you slightly. "What type of situations?" You asked as Natasha turned around and kicked open her door wider as she walked into her room.

Wanda's green eyes and your own followed the figure of the redhead. Her back to you as she lifted up her shirt, revealing her black bra straps underneath. She then turned her head halfway towards you and your girlfriend. "These types... Now, are you two going to join me or not?"

Your girlfriend and you had waited for this moment, so it was no surprise when the door closed behind the two of you and locked in record speed due to Wanda's powers. Natasha smiled and loved it as the two of you continued to watch the show she put on. She smirked and kept her back to you both as she slowly unclipped her bra and unbuttoned her black jeans after kicking off her boots.

The sight of Natasha's creamy ass hidden beneath a pair of black boxers made you want to bite your fist. It was hot and slow and left you wanting more as she turned around to you two.

And that's when you saw it.

Your eyes went wide as Wanda's stomach officially blew up with butterflies. The bulge in Natasha's skin-tight boxers was astounding and, best of all... real.

You and Wanda had no idea.

Natasha who had been nervous and otherwise embarrassed with her reveal in the past could see the look in you and your girlfriends eyes and knew she had nothing to worry about.

"What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?" Natasha smirked as you and Wanda stepped closer and closer. "That's not the word I would use," Wanda spoke shakily before she looked at you.

You swallowed and wasted no time. You slowly undressed and lifted your eyes to Natasha's green orbs. Wanda followed along as her sundress quickly slipped off and pooled around her feet.

A sight Natasha lightly gasped at as the only thing Wanda wore underneath was a pair of red cotton panties.

"I guess this is one more thing we have in common." You spoke to Natasha as she turned her eyes to you as you slipped off your black pants.

Now it was Natasha's turn for her eyes to go wide as she drank you and your sizable middle section. "Holy shit." She whispered into the room as you threw your shirt off and grabbed Wanda's hand.

All three of you standing in your underwear. Your eyes dance from one person to the other.

Natasha took the lead after a moment and closed the distance between you and Wanda. She dropped her hand to where you and Wanda held each other and grabbed it. "I have to say you two continue to surprise me." Natasha turned her head to the brunette. "Especially you, Wanda."

"Me?" Your girlfriend questioned, making Natasha nod as she led you to her king-sized bed.

Leave it to Natasha to never be at the compound but have a king-sized bed.

Natasha's legs hit the bed before she swung her legs around and started moving back toward her headboard. You and Wanda followed as you crawled onto the bed on your knees. "Well, I never would've thought that Sokovian girl in my red jacket would be up for such... activities."

Wanda blushed as she turned her head away. Natasha looks to you. "But now I see why." Natasha looks you up and down and moves her hands to brush along your sides as Wanda looks back at you both.  You shiver and feel your body jolt at the contact. "Kiss me," Natasha speaks to you as her hands form a grip on your hips as she moves her legs out from under her.

"Do it."

You listen to Wanda's voice in your head, and Natasha commands and moves forward, crashing your lips into Natasha, making the older woman fall back with shock before she closes her eyes and savors the taste of you.

With hunger, your rushed kiss turns into a heated make-out session that leaves Wanda feeling more and more aroused as she watches your body fall into Natasha's. Wanda can't help but dart her green eyes down to see how you and Natasha have grown larger.

The feeling of desire darkens Wanda's eyes as a quiet moan escapes her lips—something Natsha's jewelry-covered ears pick up and makes her slow the taste of your tongue.

Natasha opens her eyes and slowly pushes you by your shoulders just a tad as she looks from Wanda back to you. Natasha can't help but smile at the look Wanda wears. "Now, now, we can't forget about a special someone," Natasha says to you, making you shake your head. "No, we can't." Your words come out almost breathless as you lift off Natasha, grab Wanda by her hand, and pull her close. "Come here, baby."

Wanda obeys and moves to the postion you were just in, pleasing you and Natasha.

"Oh, hi there, beautiful," Natasha says as Wanda looks down at the redhead. "Hi." Wanda shyly smiles and giggles before Natasha runs her hand through Wanda's hair and places her hand on the back of Wanda's skull. "Come here." Natasha softly whispers as she gently lowers Wanda onto her and kisses the witch's pink lips.

You watch from behind as the two move with slow passion. Dear lord, and just when you think the night couldn't get better, your eyes and hand start to trail down Wanda's backside past her scars and moles. 

Down to her underwear, you find a growing wet spot and smile.

Wanda gasps into Natasha's lips as you start to pull down the red cotton panties. Natasha notices and moves her hand from Wanda's side and across her hips.

Wanda does her best to close her legs as Natasha touches her, but Natasha pushes them open and looks up to the brunette with a smile. "It's okay. Let us take care of you." Natasha lifts her left hand up to cup Wanda's face as her right-hand skims the top of Wanda's clit. "And then you can take care of me," Natasha smirks before her tongue enters Wanda's mouth.

The younger woman accepts it and moans into Natasha's mouth as she feels you shift on the bed, and Natasha's fingers circle her wet clit.

Your hands coming in contact with her bare ass moments later.

And then Wanda feels your naked thighs brush up against the backs of hers. "Oh, baby." You moan, making Wanda and Natasha stop to turn and look at you.

"Fuck look at that," Natasha says as you hold your penis lining it up to Wanda's entrance. Wanda closes her eyes and turns her head back to collapse her body onto Natasha.

Natasha smiles as she watches and feels Wanda's breath against her chest as you slowly push forward. Wanda whimpers and moans against Natasha's skin before the redhead lifts her face and kisses her.

"It feels so good." Wanda quietly says between the two of them. Natasha nods. "I know, baby." She replies by bringing her right hand back up to Wanda. Her middle and ring fingers glistened from Wanda's wetness. Natasha looks from her hand to Wanda's face and brings it to the brunette's lips.

Without being told, Wanda opens her mouth and closes it around the two fingers before she sucks and tastes herself.

"My, my Wanda, you are a good girl." Wanda moans around Natasha's fingers and shuts her eyes as you push deeper into her. The feeling of pleasure radiates off her body and onto Natasha, who smirks and loves the sight before her.

With a smile, Natasha slowly pulls her finger out of Wanda's mouth. Wanda's lips fall against the callous skin before flipping back up once Natasha leaves her.

Wanda opens her eyes again as Natasha runs her hand up Wanda's face to her head. "You're taking her so well, aren't you?" Natasha asks, making you smile. Wanda nods without any words escaping her mouth. "Do you think you can handle more?" Natasha asks Wanda, who nods again. "Yes."

Regardless of the answer, Natasha was going to push on Wanda's head. But the brunette started moving down willingly as her lips left a trail of hot kisses down Natasha's front exposed body until she reached the band of her black boxers.

Wanda was getting more and more lost in the lust of the situation as she touched Natasha, and you fucked her doggy style, making her start to act on desire.

Not that Natasha minded the watching and feeling Wanda's hot breath and tongue work up and down the outline of her cock against the fabric. The friction and the need for it to be released made Natasha squirm just a bit, but it was not enough to make Wanda drunk with power.

Because even she wanted to taste it and feel it slide down her throat.

So she gave in and let her hot hands pull down Natasha's boxers, exposing the redhead's cock to the cool air of the room. "O-oh my gosh, Natasha." Wanda practically moaned as you thrust into her. She looked up to her friend, who wore a smirk. "Go ahead." Natasha encouraged to which Wanda nodded and wasted no time licking her lips and taking the tip into her mouth as Wanda's hand wrapped itself around the base.

As Natasha fell back, your girlfriend's head began to bob up and down.

You didn't think anything else would be hotter.

And yet, when Natasha's hand pushed down onto Wanda's head, making her gag as Natasha smirked, you found true bliss.

You found it again as Natasha moaned and moaned due to the vibrations coming from Wanda's screams of pleasure on Natasha's cock as you gripped the brunette's hips and pounded into her. 

And then again and again as you, Wanda, and Natasha explored each other and made each other feel loved, cared for, dirty, and like a bunch of sluts all night.

You cumming in Wanda never made Natasha feel so good.

But after that night, it wasn't just you and Wanda.

It was the three of you together.

It's a good thing Tasha had that king bed and that Baner, who you didn't know, swung both ways, was off-world.

What an idiot.

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Yo can you do a part 3 of Cover Up where y/n is introduced to the rest of the members of the hotel.

A/N Yes?? I love me some fluff like that. I also had another request for a part three to this series but yours came in first so I am going to make that one a part four and because you didn't super specify anything you wanted besides intros, I am gonna spin this to line up with that request. I hope that is okay.

Cover Up pt. 3 (Alastor x Reader)

Pairing: Alastor x Reader

Previous Parts:

Cover Up (Human!Alastor x Human!Reader)

Cover Up pt. 2

Warnings: mentions of murder, Angel briefly flirts with you, jealous/minorly possessive Alastor. I think that is it, please correct me if I am wrong.

Word Count: 1,885

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Once Alastor had given Y/n the full tour, she had absolutely insisted that she be allowed to meet the rest of the guests. Alastor could never say no to her and so, he had taken her by the arm and walked her back into the lobby. It did not come as a surprise to him that in the short time they had been away from the hotel's central area, Charlie had managed to set up a welcome party for his darling wife. Y/n on the other hand, gasped in shock when everyone jumped out from behind the various couches.

"I literally... okay, I have no clue who any of you are but thank you? This is so sweet? I..."

Before Alastor could do a thing about it, Y/n was whisked away from his gentle grasp by Charlie. The demon Princess brought Y/n to the center of the room, Alastor watching from the sidelines with crossed arms. She seemed to happy, so absolutely filled to the brim with joy. As much as he wanted to take her away from the crowd, to be alone with her, he allowed the party to occur. Her joy had always been his priority, first and foremost. There would be time.

"Everyone!" Charlie excitedly announced, "This is Y/n! She is going to be our newest guest. Our cook? Our newest maybe guest who is going to work as a cook."

Y/n laughed lightly at Charlie's confused words. She took a slight step forward.

"Hi everyone." she waved with a soft smile.

"Oh she's good." Angel Dust muttered and Husk elbowed him in the stomach, catching the glare Alastor had shot the spider demon's way.

"Ow!" Angel exclaimed, rubbing the spot the cat demon had hit as he turned to him, "What was that for?"

Y/n chuckled a bit uneasily, looking over at Alastor and his wide smile. Vaggie quickly stepped in, breaking the tension she felt slowly building in the group.

"I'm Vaggie." she announced in an unfounded and unexpected display of friendship, "Charlie is my girlfriend, we run the hotel together."

Y/n lit up at her words, shaking the hand Vaggie held out to her enthusiastically.

"I didn't realize she had a partner in all this! And in afterlife too, I guess. That's so sweet!"

Vaggie smiled, letting out a light laugh as Charlie stepped up behind her, placing her hands lovingly on her girlfriend's shoulders.

"She is just the best." Charlie warmly noted as Y/n and Vaggie released their clasped hands, "I wouldn't have been able to come this far without her or any of the other sinners we have working with us."

"I thought everyone else here were just guests." Y/n mused aloud and Charlie shook her head.

"No, no! We tried doing it on our own in the beginning... but then Alastor showed up. He brought along some friends and, well, he's really been such a help. We are so grateful to have him and them on our team."

Y/n shot her husband a sidelong glance, smirking mishceviously.

"You really know how to work magic, princess." she hummed, "Getting Al to be a team player? I'm impressed."

"Oh, no!" Charlie frantically waved her hands, desperate that Y/n not get any wrong impressions, "We didn't pressure him or anything, he showed up of his own accord, actually."

"Really." Y/n laughed lightly as she fixed her gaze back on Charlie, "Well, I'd love to meet these alleged 'friends' of his he brought along."

"Of course!" Charlie exclaimed, smiling brightly once again as she stepped to the side with Vaggie, "Husk is our bartender and Nifty is our maid. She was our cook too but, I suppose you'll be taking care of that now."

Husk nodded his head in polite recognition of the introduction Charlie had given him. Nifty on the other hand, was incapable of such restraint and, her curiosity getting the better of her, rushed up to Y/n. In a split second, she had climbed the demoness' body like a ladder and was perched on her shoulder, messing with her hair.

"You smell nice." she hummed, smiling and Y/n's cheeks flushed slightly pink.

"Why, thank you. That is very sweet of you to say."

"Will you help me in the war against the bugs too?"

"Come on, Nift." Angel sighed before Y/n could respond as he walked over to the pair and grabbed the smaller demon, "Don't freak her out."

Nifty made grabby arms towards Y/n as Angel lifted her into the air and Y/n's smile only widened at the sight.

"No, please don't worry. You didn't freak me out, Nifty. I am actually looking forward to working with you, I like your enthusiasm." Y/n sent Nifty a wink and the little demon's smile grew as her feet found solid ground again.

She shot a look up at Angel, nodding her approval as Y/n fixed her gaze on the spider demon as well.

"And you are...?" she prompted and Angel immediately fell into character.

Stepping forward, he leaned down towards her, running a hand through his hair while resting one of his elbows on her shoulder.

"Angel Dust is the name, but you can call me whatever you want."

He expected her to be flustered, to at least blush a bit. He waited for her to take a step back or even to be teased or jabbed the way Husk did when he was like this, but nothing of the sort came. Instead, Y/n's eyes glinted in the light, narrowing with intended mischief.

"Oh yeah?" she asked, taking a step closer to him and batting her eyes oh so prettily.

"I... uh..." Angel stuttered, completely taken aback.

Y/n dissolved into a fit of laughter, hands clutching at her stomach as she doubled over.

"I'm sorry!" she wheezed, "I couldn't help myself. I'm actually taken."

"You are?" Angel asked, growing more confused as she straightened back up, wiping a stray tear from her eye.

In a split second, Alastor was behind Y/n, his claws wrapping around her shoulders.

"She is." he replied and though his voice was calm and even, it sent shivers down Angel's spine.

Angel took a step back, scratching the back of his head as he looked away in discomfort.

"Oh, uh, sorry. Didn't realize you and the strawberry pimp here were an item."

"Strawberry..." Y/n laughed again, craning her neck to look up at Alastor behind her back, "I am not letting you live that one down."

Angel smiled, regaining his composure and placing his hands on his hips.

"Oh yeah? You shoulda heard what that girl who was in here a few days ago called him. 'Tall dark and creepy' was it?"

"And what girl might that be?" Y/n asked after a moment, crossing her arms over her chest as she sidled her way out of Alastor's grip, turning to face him.

"Mimzy." Husk answered before Alastor could reply, "She's just some lowlife who always hangs around when she needs Alastor to take care of some trouble she's caused."

Y/n let out a gasp.

"Mimz is here?" she asked excitedly, bouncing on her toes.

"She's here, darling." Alastor replied, "But she is no longer welcome in the hotel. Caused quite a bit of trouble for us when she visited after all, can't have her ruining my newest project."

"Well, can we go visit her? I miss her so much!"

"You know her?" Charlie asked, her voice laced with confusion.

Y/n turned to face Charlie, nodding intently.

"Yeah, she introduced us actually."

"Introduced certainly is a word for it." Alastor admitted and Y/n chuckled.

"Back when we were alive, she used to throw these 'singles parties.' As it turned out, Al and I both were using them as a hunting ground so to speak. When we met, he offered to walk me home and then pulled a knife on me. Of course, I already had my gun trained on him so we found ourselves in a bit of a sticky situation. It was so romantic." Y/n wistfully replied.

"Uh, yeah." Angel laughed, "Romantic. That's the word."

"So you guys knew each other when you were alive?" Vaggie asked.

"Yeah, we did." Y/n nodded, "You guys can ask whatever but first, I think there is one more person I have yet to meet?"

She turned expectantly towards Sir Pentious who up until this point had been standing quietly near the back of the group. At the redirection of the rooms attention, he felt his cheeks grow warm.

"This, Y/n, is our other guest." Charlie announced, gesturing towards the snake demon with an outstretched hand.

"Sir Pentious." he bowed lightly, "It is an honor to meet a demon as... as stunning as yourself."

There was a heartbeat, a single tense moment of silence. Then Y/n laughed, waving him off cheerily.

"Oh you, what a charmer."

"So you guys knew each other when you were alive? And you're... you're together?" Angel cut in, drawing Y/n's attention back to him as he lead her by her arm over to the bar.

They sat down beside one another, Husk slipping behind the counter and pouring them each a drink.

"Yep." Y/n replied, downing her drink and meeting Angel's eyes.

"How?" he prompted after a moment and Y/n laughed.

By now the rest of the gang had brought themselves over to where the pair sat and were listening intently. Alastor stood near the edge of the group, all the seats near his beloved having been snatched up before he had the chance. He crossed his arms over his chest, his patience beginning to wear thin.

Nearly one hundred years. It had been a lifetime since they had seen one another and the brief tour of the hotel he had given Y/n earlier was not enough to satiate the rabid hunger in his chest. Still, for her, he tried.

"Well, it was a ruse at first. Just a partnership. I watched for cops and he provided me with the brute strength I lacked. We were actually in the middle of chasing down one of his victims when he finally asked me out."

"You were a killer?" Pentious asked, enthralled.

"I was." Y/n nodded, "Until Al died and I was under too much suspicion to do so anymore."

"So you..." Charlie trailed off, counting on her fingers in deep concentration.

"Have been married for a hundred years give or take? Yep."

"Wait, hold on!" Angel exclaimed, "Married?"

"Did Charlie not tell you anything? More importantly, did Al never talk about me?"

Y/n raised her eyebrows, meeting her husband's gaze across the crowd. Alastro looked away, nearly bashful under her persistent gaze. It was Husk's turn to step in now, taking a sip of his own drink as he leaned across the bar.

"Alastor has enjoyed keeping his secrets." he candidly stated, "But there were one or two times he drank a little too much and let your name slip."

Alastor glared at Husk and Y/n grinned at her husbands reaction to the revelation.

"Always the troublemaker, that one but, god, do I love him."

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Falling Away With You | Ch. 52*

Sebastian x F!Reader and M. Rasmodius x F!Reader

Rating: Mature/Explicit

Chapter Summary: Spirit’s Eve shenanigans interlude - Sebastian WRECKS ya lol

Author’s Note: Got this one out WAY earlier than anticipated. My brainrot is too powerful..

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When I return to Seb’s, Robin’s at the counter, unlike earlier. Looks like she’s doing some sorta till-counting or something, given how she’s hunched near the open register and vigorously scribbling into a notepad. 

She’s in her costume while she does it. Considering it’s a crappy, plasticky getup from a chain store, she makes a hot Morticia Addams, god damn Robin!

“Getting some last minute work in?” I ask, taking my usual stance with my elbows upon the opposite side of the wood.

“Something like that,” she murmurs. Sounds stressed.

“Well… you look great, at least!”

She huffs out a bitter laugh, then says under her breath, “Oh yeah? Tell that to my husband.” 

Oooh, is that why she’s moody? I’ll kick his ass! I’ll fuck him up!

…No I won’t. 

But still, what the fuck?

A little taken aback, and unsure if it’s my place to say anything bad about that dipshit to her, I opt to offer support. “Whoa, everything okay?”

She still hasn’t met my eyes, but she does roll hers. “That di—“ She stops herself. “He—“ She takes a deep breath, her lids shutting. Looks like she’s trying to regroup.

“…You can totally call him a dick, if that’s what you were gonna do,” I offer, resting my chin on my knuckles.

Robin laughs a little more genuinely this time. “Eh. Feels weird to complain to my son’s girlfriend about my marital issues.” She looks up at me, her eyes a little glazed over, before they widen. She blinks and raises her brows, taken aback by my appearance. “Oh. Oh wow!” Then, she leans in and whispers, “You did this with magic?!”

Beaming, I nod. 

“That’s amazing! You’re kind of like one of those characters from those games Sebby plays.”

“I had to get inspiration somewhere,” I quip with some finger guns. 

“Dork.”

“You love me though.” 

“Yeah, yeah,” she reluctantly agrees, scruffing my hair. 

I scowl, and then as I fix it, I jump back to the previous topic. “You know, you can talk to me about anything. If you want.” This time I rest the heel of my palm against my chin. “As a friend, not just as your son’s girlfriend, or a customer, or whatever.”

After inspecting me for a moment, Robin smiles. “I’m glad Sebastian fell in love with such a sweetheart, y’know that?”

I’m cheesing hard, feeling all warm and fuzzy inside, but I feign anger anyway. “What’d I just say? I’m your friend right now! Forget that guy!”

She barks out a laugh and throws her palms up in defeat. She fixes some hair from her wig out of her face as she goes on, zoned out on the desk between us, “I’m… ugh.” Another sigh. “Demetrius is just upset that I don’t want him locked in that lab tonight. God forbid he spends some time with his family during a holiday.” 

She pauses, looks at me again, and her eyes are threatening to tear up. I can’t help the way my own mouth melts downward as she quickly darts her view away from me.

“He couldn’t care less about our costumes.” 

The woman sniffs and tries to hide her face. I scurry around to the other side of the counter — she looks like she could use a hug. When I silently open my arms she laughs wetly and accepts. 

Over my shoulder, she murmurs, “I just thought it could be fun to match, ya know? To act like a happy married couple, for a change. It’s like he doesn’t even want to be around me outside of our Friday saloon dates though.”

I’m not really sure what to say. My heart is telling me to shout “Dump his ass!!!” but I know that would be inappropriate.

I wind up trying to lighten the situation in lieu of consolation. “Y’wanna know what I think?” I ask, pulling away and clapping my hands over her shoulders.

“Please, share your wisdom, wise wizard.”

I giggle at that. Then, still smiling, “He’s a real dickhead.”

“(Y/n)!” Robin exclaims, albeit through her own giggles. She weakly swats at me.

“He is! The more I hear about him, the more I think he deserves a nice ol’,” and I pull back some more, punching at the air, with my cheeks puffed and brows slanted downward. 

Still laughing, she leans on the surface next to her. “Simmer down, Rocky,” she tells me, resting her temple on her palm.

I join her in leaning on the counter again. “Okay, in all seriousness, though... You deserve to be happy. Whether he wants to play along for the night or not.” After a quiet beat, I add “…What if I’m Gomez?”

Robin shoots me an amused, incredulous look. “What?”

“If Demetrius won’t be your Gomez then I will!” I declare with a nod. “Just bring the mustache with you later, if he won’t wear it. I’ll gladly slap it on.”

She shakes her head. The way her grin hasn’t left her face makes me smile right back. 

God. Seb really does have her smile. It warms my heart a ton to see it from the source.

“C’mere, you little weirdo.” 

Robin pulls me back into another hug. Still feeling silly, I tell her that I’m serious. I am, I’ll do it! She promptly and playfully pushes me off her. 

“Alright, get outta here.”

“Think about it!” I advise, tapping my head as I walk away.

“Oh my god.”

Well.

There we go!

I think I helped..?

I hope I helped. 

Robin’s usually so strong, and independent, and full of sass and kindness and goofiness all in one package. It’s hard seeing someone I look up to so much so… broken. Especially over some dumb asshole like Demetrius.

I softly rap on Seb’s door, then enter without an answer, assuming he’s still asleep. And he is — there are soft snores coming from a mound of blankets on his bed.

I pad over to him and sit down, placing a hand on his shoulder. 

I get real close and whisper, “Time to get up, baby,” near his ear. 

He shifts a little and sighs. His eyes open. They stay squinty as he blinks the sleep away. 

Oh. That was easy. “I thought there would be more protest than this.”

Seb sniffs and stretches, rolling his neck a bit. It pops, and he follows with rolling his shoulders too, which also pop. 

“The way y’whispered at me was so hot,” he explains. I ignore the flip my stomach does hearing him say that with his groggy rasp. “Got me right up.”

Is he bonin’ out already? “Figuratively or..?”

He turns to face me finally, a shitty little grin pairing an eyebrow waggle. It quickly morphs into a gleaming smile though, his eyes darkening above it as he takes in my disguise for the day. “Oh you’re fuckin’ kidding me.”

I chew the bottom half of my smile as my face warms right up. “Still a fan?”

He scoffs, “‘Still a fan,’” mirroring my words back at me while he tugs me into his lap. I squeak, not expecting this energy from Seb right now, but he quickly muffles it with a heated kiss. 

His fingers dig into my hips before he brings his hands up to cup my face. “Of course I’m still a fan,” he breathes between kisses, “you have no idea.”

I grin into his lips, pulling away just enough to murmur, “I think I have a little bit of an idea.” As I speak, I roll my hips, effectively trailing my clothed slit against his erection. 

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” he groans, flipping us so that he’s on top of me, slotted between my legs. 

One of his hands is grounded on the pillow by my head; the other is plastered to my cheek as if it’ll fall off otherwise. In the meantime, I wrap my legs around his waist, heady exhales escaping through my nose as he grinds himself against me. I try to match his energy, tangling my fingers through his hair while I tug his face closer to mine. 

“What time was it when you got down here?” 

“Dunno, I—“ he lightly thrusts again, cutting me off as I curse against his lips, “Fuck.” I grin into a kiss and then continue, doing my best to ignore his active lower half, “Last I checked,” another kiss, “it was 7ish,” another, “Probably got here like 15 minutes ago.” Another kiss, and another roll, prompting us to moan against each other. “Maybe 20,” I breathe. 

“Damn it.” Seb presses his forehead to mine, his eyes shut. “How about this?” he states more than asks.

“Hm?”

“I’m gonna take a quick shower.”

“Mhm,” I have to hum, because he paused to kiss me again.

“Then I’ll get ready, y’know, do my hair and all that.”

Kiss. 

“‘Kay.”

Kiss.

“And then,” he pauses for another kiss while his fingertips drag to the side of my neck. His thumb trails my jaw and finds residence on my chin, its tip touching the underside of my bottom lip, in the meantime. “I’m gonna make you cum all over my cock,” kiss, “alright?”

Holy shit. Holy fucking shit.

I nod. 

Kiss.

“Sound good?”

“Yeah,” I practically moan.

 Kiss.

“Yeah? You’d like that?”

I nod, kissing his smug grin. 

He reciprocates the action, and then tugs my chin down to give himself entry. I whine at the gesture while his tongue twirls around my own. 

…And then he pulls away, gives me an all too friendly smile and pat on the cheek, and gets up, sauntering to the bathroom.

I can’t help but laugh. 

_______________

Seb did his hair straight out of the shower — it’s no different than usual — but came out for help with makeup. 

“Honestly, I thought you were half-sleeping when I suggested this,” I mutter while giving him the best smokey eye I can manage with red and black. 

It’s hard working with eyes that aren’t my own. Also hard not to overdo it. Something about eyeshadow just makes me wanna keep coloring everything in…

“I was,” he confirms. “Only half, though.” 

From my seat atop him, I lean over to put the eyeshadow down and grab his liner stick. It’s hard not to feel a little restless in this position. Dude’s in nothing but boxer briefs. Didn’t want to risk smudging anything onto his white shirt, and didn’t feel like getting into dress pants just yet. Every little movement is like a taste of what’s to come after this, if he’s still up for it. 

Yoba, I hope he’s up for it.

Instrument in hand, I tilt his head gently by the chin for a better view. He closes his eyes before I have to ask, so I move my non-dominant hand to his cheek and get to work carefully lining a lid. 

“Didn’t you say when we first met that you used to wear eyeliner?”

He grins, and I have to pause so as to not smudge anything too badly. When he feels that I stopped, he opens his eyes. Those deep blueish irises have an extra sparkle to them. His cheeks heat up a little too, and I can see hints of a blush growing on them. 

“Yeah, I’m a bit rusty— wait, you actually remember that?”

I pull a face. “‘Course I do,” I respond, before pressing a soft kiss to his lips. “You made that night fun… made me feel safe and welcome after having to endure that thorough grilling from Abby.” I blush as I tack on, at the risk of being a sap, “It’s a really special memory for me.”

Barely containing his pearly whites, he goes on, “She went in on you.”

He shuts his eyes for me again after seeing that I’ve returned my focus to his makeup. I begin working on the other one, satisfied with my work on the first after a quick swipe just beneath his waterline. 

“I’d probably have cried if it weren’t for all the beer.”

“Imagine,” he huffs out a laugh. “All the moms probably wouldn’t shut up about you.”

I toss Seb’s pencil aside and get to work smudging it with my fingertip a bit. Looks too neat. “Y’hear about that new girl?” I jest in something akin to Jodi’s cadence. “Sensitive thing, she is. She won’t last a day on that farm.” I pull back a bit and take Seb’s face in my hands, inspecting my work on his eyes while we laugh. 

“Oh, and don’t even get me started on that little skirt she was wearing,” he plays along. 

“Ha!” I break. “That skirt isn’t that little.” 

“It’s little enough that it had me thinking.”

“Thinking?” I tilt my head.

He winks. “Thinking.” 

Oh! My heart flutters because of course it does. I nuzzle my forehead against his and squeeze my eyes shut to stim away the fluster; he giggles, and then, simmering down, I ask, “You want some mascara?”

“Maybe a bit on the bottom row.”

“Oh, you’re gonna look downright slutty.”

“I’m not hearing a problem with that.”

“Neither am I,” I quip, being careful not to make them too tidy. Gotta make sure to clump some lashes up more than others too…

That should do it.

I lean back to scan his face again. “Lipstick?”

“Maybe some black on the top lip? And some red… somewhere near my mouth, I dunno. Fake blood and all that.”

I nod, but lean in for a kiss instead of doing it. He happily reciprocates. “Not yet,” I purr against him. “You have a promise to fulfill.”

He grins, wide and catlike, and hungrily chases my lips. “Don’t wanna sloppy it up?”

“And let my hard work go to waste?” I tease. My voice comes out airy, and my breath quickens as he pulls my chest to his.

“But maybe I like it sloppy.”

Ignoring the implications, I subtly roast, “Bold words for someone who didn’t wanna dirty his shirt.”

“Oh shut up,” he laughs before smashing his mouth to mine again. Pulls away, gnaws his lower lip... “I have an idea, actually.”

“Hm?”

He picks up some red lipstick and hands it to me. I tilt my head in question. 

“Slap it on me.”

I snort. “Where are you going with this?” I ask while I follow his instruction. 

As soon as I’m done, he pulls me in for more kisses. Sloppy kisses. The kind that can make me moan, whether it’s from being flustered, or from the kisses themselves — and they do. 

Seb smiles against me before kissing me some more. Then, he pulls away. He laughs at the resulting makeup on my face. 

“Oh, you look adorable.”

“How bad is it?” I ask, bringing a finger to my mouth. 

When I pull the digit away it has a red tinge to it; hard to gauge how dark it would actually look on my face until I see it, with my skin being pink in my disguise, and this room so dim.

“You tell me,” he asks, more about himself. He does a quick mouth wiggle while puckering. 

“You’re looking pretty wrecked.”

“Pretty bloody?” 

“Ooo, nice!” I beam.

“Can never tell me I’m not clever again.”

Laughing, I flick his nose. He reaches for a bite on my finger and I let him have it. “Never said you weren’t.”

“Damn right.” He pulls me back in, kissing me with a fervor I haven’t felt from him in a hot minute.

I wonder if it’s my… elfliness (sure, that’s a word). It’s gotta be that.

I’m not complaining.

With our lips locked, he begins lifting off my shirt, and I work on my pants in turn. There’s a few rows of buttons on ‘em but I get through it eventually. 

Once my mouth is free, I think aloud, “I wonder what color my nips are, if my skin is already pink.” 

I pause my work on my pants while he unclasps my bra. “Only one way to find out.” As it falls, we both laugh. “Fucking purple?”

“Hey, I think it works!” I lift my breast for closer inspection. It’s funny seeing a mauvy lavender there, as opposed to its usual color. It compliments my skin nicely though!

Next thing I know, I’m swallowing a hum as a result of Seb latching onto the same boob I’d been holding. He grabs my nipple between his teeth and lightly pulls away, making me whine. “It does work,” he agrees. Then, he delves into the other.

After a brief moment, he removes himself. “Pants off.”

I mumble, “Bossy...”

I stand up and do it anyway, though. I get rid of my panties too while I’m at it. Not like I’ll need them for this. 

“Don’t pretend you don’t love being bossed around, y’little gremlin.”

He flips me around and pulls me back into his lap, but facing away from him now; nudges my legs open with his knees; and then, while planting wet kisses to my neck and shoulder, he drags a finger through my folds in a long, languid stroke. I don’t even have time to argue back. 

I moan, rolling my head rest on Sebby’s shoulder behind me. Drinking in the feeling of his warm lips and breath on my skin, I arch instinctively while he creeps closer to my entrance. The hand that had been holding my hip wraps around my midsection in response, keeping me from moving too much, but not stopping me either.

“Jeez. So wet already,” he lilts. 

“Yeah, well…” I trail off, not in the mindset to say anything clever back. I’m too foggy with want for that.

Seb seems to be having fun taking his damn time with me. He circles the opening, not quite giving me the satisfaction of entry, but still making me feel something. I squirm, antsy as he devolves me into a needy (well— need ier ), panting mess. 

“Something wrong, love?” he mutters against my ear before lightly nipping at its pointy tip.

Smartass.

“N-no, nothing,” I lie. 

“Good,” he teases, “almost thought you were dissatisfied for a sec there.”

Damnit. I mean, I’m not, fucking obviously, but if he’d just go in…

I sigh, but it comes out as a huff, and turns into a whimper. My dominant arm has been raised, its hand toying with Sebastian’s hair this whole time. The other, which had been gripping the arm Seb’s holding me in place with, is now on its way to his active hand, in an attempt to urge him inside me.

As soon as my hand makes contact with his wrist, he retracts his fingers to the lower portion of my folds again. 

He warns lowly, “Keep that hand to yourself.”

Oh he has no business being this hot, god damnit dude.

I heed his words with an embarrassing squeak, draping my arm across my tummy, just below his. His grip with that one tightens as he gets back to work drawing circles and stars around the rim of my cunt.

“Ahh— fuck,” I whimper, my hips moving on their own volition, “please.”

He softly asks, his lips against my earlobe, “What do you want?”

“Please,” I pause to moan as he barely — just barely — dips inside me, planting a kiss to my cheek just in front of my ear. “Need you.”

“You already have me, silly. Gotta be more specific than that.” 

He peppers kisses around my neck while I struggle to find words to respond with. Just when I feel his tongue licking a strip across it, his thumb rests itself on my clit, unmoving.

My thighs tense and I squeeze the forearm that’s above my own, subconsciously tugging his hair a little too. “God.”

“Tell me,” he kisses my neck again, “tell me what you want from me, (y/n).” 

“Fuck, I want you.” I urge, “I need you inside me, please— oh shit,” my body twitches as he slightly begins to wriggle his thumb. He’s still not fingerbanging me yet, the audacity, but this still feels fucking good. “God, please, Seb.”

“Still need more details.” Oh my fucking— he’s trying to kill me. He wants me dead. “What part of me do you want inside you?”

Anything, frankly. “Y-your fingers,” I stutter instead, shuddering as he presses my bud a little harder. 

“Yeah?”

I mewl, “Yeah.” He grants my wish, but not enough. Slides his ring and middle fingers maybe an inch in, at most. I could fucking cry. “Ff— god damnit.”

“I thought you wanted this?”

I’ll fucking kill you bro— “Deeper,” I breathe, ignoring how desperate I sound; how tantalizingly he’s wiggling his digits. 

“This better?” he asks smoothly, and begins to pump the full length of his fingers in and out of me.

My head lolls back and tears fall from my eyes in relief. He moves absurdly slow as he begins to curl the pads of his fingers against me, but it’s better than everything else he’s done to cause me to crumble like this. “Fuck, yes~”

He removes his arm from my belly and turns my head to him. Without moving my lower body, I twist so that I can comply better, resting a palm beside us on the mattress. My other reaches for his face while I try to kiss him — and he gets close, but ultimately doesn’t budge. 

I chase his lips, humming through the pleasure, then groaning when he doesn’t work with me. He smiles knowingly. 

I deadpan, “Oh my fucking god.” Or, at least I do to the best of my ability while he’s got knuckles buried in me.

“You want more?”

“Please,” I nod. My forehead is against his as I shut my eyes, subtly shifting myself down so that he’ll go deeper. He responds in kind, pumping and curling against the perfect spot. “Ah!”

“Better?” 

I nod again. Try for another kiss. He doesn’t let me again. Ugh. “Please, please,” I whisper. Comes out embarrassingly needy. 

As if all my other pleas haven’t been.

“What else do you want?”

My eyes don’t leave his lips. They look destroyed, between the natural plumpness of us having kissed so much, and the lipstick that’s smeared around them.

It’s so hot.

“Kiss me, please kiss me.”

He leans in… and pecks the corner of my mouth. 

I grunt between my teeth. “Please just fucking kiss me, oh my g—“ Smiling, Sebastian shuts me up with an actual kiss.

He pokes fun at me after, “So easy…” 

“Shut up— fuck, more.”

“Like this?” he asks, speeding up his digits’ pace as he kisses me again, our tongues tangling together while he swallows my moans. 

I nod, but then I realize we’re running out of time. As good as this is — and holy fucking moly it’s amazing, I actually adore when he’s a devious little shit like this — I need him to just screw me senseless so I can recouperate before having to go face the entire town and whoever else shows up. 

I gasp out of the kiss, “Fuck me.”

“Aw,” he tuts, “this isn’t good enough?”

“Sh— ah, shut up!” 

He laughs. “You want me to stop this then?” 

Well… No…

But I nod. 

“Please, fuck, I wanna cum with you, not like this.” 

God, I sound pathetic. But this is urgent. I’m getting so close. 

His smile widens. I finally meet his eyes, after having stared at the lower half of his face for so long. His pupils are blown wide — practically to the rims of his irises. 

“Oh yeah?”

“Mhm.” I can feel myself tightening. I’m doing my best to stave it off, but… “Fuck, I’m gonna cum if you keep doing this.”

“You think you can cum twice for me then?” 

“Shit.” Don’t have to twist my arm. “‘Kay.”

“Yeah? You want that?”

I nod eagerly. Desperately.

He gets close enough that our lips are pressing together a bit, but he doesn’t kiss me. “Then cum.” Oh my god. “Cum on my fingers, baby,” fucking hell, “let me feel your tight pussy cumming onto my hand.”

Oh my fucking god.

A soundless cry escapes me and I nod, promptly delivering. “Seb, shit, I’m cumming, I’m cumming,“ I desperately babble, my release hitting me like a train. I close my eyes and lean onto his shoulder, initially clamping a hand over my mouth to quiet myself. Seb maneuvers me into a kiss instead.

When he’s finished me off, Seb removes his fingers from my cunt and brings the afflicted hand close to our jaws. He backs away from our kiss with just enough space to slide his wet digits between our faces; to hold them just in front of my mouth, waiting patiently but expectantly.

Beguiled beyond belief, I don’t let my gaze waver from his as I wrap my lips around his fingers. I suck myself off of him, teasing him with my tongue as I do, and then seal the action with another kiss, all but leading in with my tongue. 

He groans at the taste. It’s all he needed to give up any bit of restraint he had before.

“Fuck. Grab onto me,” he softly orders. 

I wrap my arms around his shoulders, and he flips me onto my back, sliding his underwear off in tandem. He promptly dips just his head inside me, and proceeds to use a combination of my folds and his fingers to spread my fluids onto himself, getting his dick lubed up.

I shiver at the sensation, but only for a few seconds before he inches his length inside me. 

“Oh, shit.” We literally moan the words in unison. Makes us both break from our trances. 

“Oh no.“

“I dunno how I felt about that.”

“Hated it, personally.” I admit, though, “…But also it was kinda hot?”

Gnawing his lower lip, Seb nods in agreement. 

We’re both still giggling about the occurrence when he resumes the activity, harshly thrusting into me. Morphing my laughter into a happy lil’ moan. 

“Fuck, you always feel so good.” Seb lowers himself a bit, dropping my legs in favor of holding my face in one hand and gripping the sheets in the other. “So fucking perfect.”

I feel my belly do a flip at his words while I drink in his praise, committing to memory the way he’s looking at me as if I’m the sexiest thing he’s ever seen. I reach my hands to the sides of his neck and tug lightly in hopes he’ll come down for a kiss. Instead, he settles above me, hovering his lips right in front of mine. 

I see that’s his theme for today. Jackass…

I moan into his mouth while he pants into mine. Our gazes haven’t faltered from each other’s; the eye contact is making me feel shy, but I can’t look away.

“Fuck,” I mewl after a harsher thrust, “do that again?”

“This?” Seb repeats the action, and I nod, feeling my eyelids flutter. I don’t dare to shut them though. “You like that?”

“I love it,” I nod, “I love you,” I pause to swallow a cry, worried about the volume, before repeating, “I love you so much, you’re so fucking good.”

“Me, or my dick?” he pokes back. His face looks extra cocky, too.

I laugh, rolling my eyes. “Both, fuck I love your cock.”

“Oh, holy fuck,” he half-moans, half-laughs. Not the first time I’ve said that, glad it still affects him. He rolls his eyes shut and presses his forehead to mine. “How much, princess?” he asks as he opens them again, his fiery stare boring into mine.

The nickname surges through me, making my skin prickle with goosebumps. “So much, you’re—“

I promptly zip it and slap a palm over my mouth as someone knocks on the door. Sebastian puts one of his over the back of my hand for good measure. 

Shit. 

“Sebby?” Robin’s voice calls through. “We’re just about ready to go.”

Shit!

He hasn’t stopped thrusting. Just slowed down. I grip his wrist with my free hand and squeeze — a safety measure to make sure I really won’t make noise and fuck this up for everyone, because Yoba above it’s hard not to.

Hopefully she hasn’t heard it up to this point… “We’ll be ready in a few minutes,” he says back, “Just finishing up my costume.”

“Gotcha, gotcha. Need any help?”

“No,” he answers all too quickly. He recoups, “No, it’s fine, (y/n)’s got me covered. We’ll meet you guys outside.”

“Alrighty, try to hurry up. We’re already running a little late.”

He answers while simultaneously placing a sneaky finger to my clit, “You got it, Ma.”

Oh my god. I shut my eyes and try to breathe steady, listening to her footsteps fade away. It’s hard to be this quiet with this much stimulation.

Seb’s vision is still angled towards the door while he waits too. When it returns to me — when he sees my eyes, specifically, and how filled with want they probably look — he whispers out a half curse, stopping himself so he can keep listening.

As soon as we hear the front door upstairs shut, he removes both our hands from my mouth and kisses me. 

“You close?” he whispers.

I shrug. “Might need some encouragement.”

“Yeah? You need me to tell you when to cum?”

Oh, that’s definitely encouraging. God he’s so hot.

“Mhm,” I hum. “Just tell me what to do.”

He smiles. It almost looks a bit sinister… damn, and he called me a freak. Seb straightens his back, tugging me closer by the thighs before pumping into me with more force. “Let me see you touch yourself.”

Oh.

I release one of my fists from its recent death grip on his sheets and place two fingers against my folds, trying to strum to the rhythm of his hips. 

“There you go,” he praises, leaning down with a straight arm supporting himself. The other cups my cheek, its thumb playing with my lips. “Help me out,” he murmurs, “get yourself real close for me.” I whine at his words, and my pussy clenches around him. He laughs, but it isn’t smug or demeaning. Just smitten. “That’s it, baby. Juuust like that.”

Fuck, this is working out flawlessly. 

“I’m close,” I tell him, my voice barely even there, “m’gonna cum.”

“Atta girl.” I feel him twitch inside me. “Fuck. You wanna cum together, yeah?”

I nod, subtly speeding up my fingers. 

“Come on then, (y/n), cum with me. Keep those pretty eyes on me and cum.” 

Seb’s kind enough to give me a bit of a head start. Just as I start to crumble, I feel him joining me, nearly pressing his forehead against my own. His eyes roll shut for a moment before locking back onto mine below thick, upturned eyebrows. 

“Shit, that’s my good girl,” he smiles through his own pleasure.  

“Holy fuck,” I breathe, shakey and winded.

He soothes me through to the end, “That’s it, baby, nice and easy.” 

I swear to god he’s so good at that; at just flipping a switch, and suddenly knowing exactly what to say and do. That alone should be its own weird subgenre of wizardry. 

I shut my weary eyes, and for a few beats we just stay where we are, huffing each other’s air. When I open my eyes, I notice a hint of determination in Seb’s.

Right.

We’ve gotta get cleaned up and finish his look. Fast .

[scrubbinn]

_____ HRT: 15 months: “Human”

“Hey Mayday. How's my girlfriend doing today?... I hope you can hear me in there. I'm recording another tape for you in case you forget everything again. I just got back from the doctor, they ran some tests, still couldn't figure out what's up with my knee. I think maybe I'm just cursed, with this broken human body. I guess you don't have to deal with that now huh? Lucky.”

“It just sucks, you know? Not a single medical doctor in Canada can tell me what's wrong and then when suddenly, magic exists, it gets regulated so you can't use it for medicine! Ugh. Rules are dumb, why do we even have them. Also sucks that I have to walk here every time I miss you. Which is a lot. Why does everything have to be so shit?”

“Speaking of shit, you should have heard me go off on that doc when you first started… cocooning? I’m blanking on the word. But I just went off on that man, It felt so good just to throw everything back in that pompous jerk's face! He had it coming, you have no idea how long I've been waiting to go off on a medical professional. He does have his uses, I suppose. You weirdly seem to like him, and at least he can put in enough effort to care about your physical health. But you should have seen how he reacted to you, he makes me so, so, so, AAAAARG! Sorry, you don't like yelling right?”

“You know, when I heard about you passing out nearly half a year ago, I thought, this is it, I'm going to lose her forever. I guess I did, when she decided to forget me. That's not fair, I just, I can't help still being mad about it. After everything we went through, and everything you went through with our friends and family. This really meant more than all of those memories put together? God you're such a dummy. I wish I could understand you.”

“Getting to meet you all over again, I didn't hate it like I thought I would. No matter the memories, it really was still you. Just, a little different. Sorry I kept pushing you to remember something… Maybe it was wrong of me. But every time I saw your face, your eyes looked back like they were trying to remember anything. It made me kind of happy, like I was important enough that some small part of you didn’t want to let go of me. I thought we were making progress. But if we have to do it again when you come out. I might actually start to hate it.”

“...Hey, you are happy right? This is what you wanted, yeah? You know I'm ok with you not being human. When you told me you were thinking about this, I supported it. Though, I'm still having trouble getting used to it. I don't really know how to feel now that you're like this. I just, I want what makes you happy, and I know you want the same for me. It's just been difficult right now. To keep smiling. I… I went to that sushi place we were going to go to. They had really good unagi. I ate so much I could barely afford the bill, haha. I know if I go there again without you, it's just going to taste like nothing. If you're not there with me, what's the point? This moment. The world has color again, I can taste things again when I'm in this room, and it hurts so much because you're not here. I'm sorry I… I'm trying not to cry in front of you hun. I'm sorry.”

* * *

“You don't mind if I stay here tonight do you hun? I don't really feel like walking back home right now. When I’m with you I- um, hello?”

“Oh didn’t realize anyone else was here? You’re Abigail right?”

“And your May’s mom right?” Are you here to see her?”

“Yes, I haven’t actually checked in since I heard the news. Is that. Her?”

“Pretty sure yeah. Unless there’s another girlfriend shaped cocoon that I missed. D- Do you need a tissue?”

“No, I’ll be fine, thank you… Pardon, but would you be able to answer a question? I don’t really understand this whole therian thing. I’m still a little shocked when Mich- Mayday said she was doing this sort of thing in the first place. I’m fine with it, I support her. But, did she need to do this?”

“Huh, what do you mean?”

“Well I mean, did she need to change? Isn’t it just safer to hide? She’s doing such a brave thing but there are so many people that might hurt her. It's my job to worry about her, and I know this city is better and all with this sort of thing, but what if she gets attacked when she visits, what am I supposed to tell my sister if she asks what Mayday is up to. My family doesn't even know her name is Mayday now.”

“...Oh. Oh, this is weird seeing it from an outsider perspective.”

“I'm sorry? What do you mean?”

“It's that you don't get it, I mean I forgot it until now, but you don't understand. It would have been more dangerous if she didn't do this. She's in pain, her gender, Her body, her species. They don't match her brain. It's not like it's a choice either. She's hurting. Her staying human, she might have made worse choices. Ugh, I'm sorry hun. I should have realized how much this means to you, I'll be here, for real this time. I'll be here for y…

Oh my god, it's tearing. G-g-go! Get a doctor!”

“What? Oh! Uh, right!”

“Hun! Can you hear me? It's me! Follow my voice!”

“A…b…i…

Mimic HRT: 15 months: “no longer”

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[misseviehyde]

BITCH SWITCH

"Yay, thanks so much for doing this for me Tom,” smiledJaney as she practiced her stretches with her body-swapped boyfriend.  “I know you really hate your step-sister Brooke, but by you swapping bodies with her I finally have a chance to get on the cheer team.”

Tom had no idea why his likeable girlfriend Janey was so desperate to be a cheerleader, but he would do anything to make her happy, even swap with his horrible slutty step-sis. 

He and Brooke did not get on - she was vain, spoiled and bitchy and represented everything he despised.  If he didn't love Janey so much he would never have agreed to this plan. Working himself up to say the words of the swap spell had been tough, but now he was inside Brooke's body it wasn’t as bad as he thought it would be.

“Brooke would never have sponsored you otherwise.  This way I can get you onto the team, then I’ll swap back with her. I can’t wait to get my body back once you're on the team. I’m so sick of having to hang out with Brooke's bitchy friends and act like a stuck up drama queen all the time.  I’m glad the try outs are today."

Reflecting on it, it hadn’t been an easy process at all. Brooke had been furious when they swapped, and Tom had had to threaten to shave off her sexy hair and delete all her social media accounts to keep her quiet about swapping.  She had finally gone quiet and sulky, storming off in his body and to be honest he had hardly seen her for the last few days which was a relief.  The trials were this afternoon so by tomorrow he would be able to get back to normal.

In the last few days, Tom had had to learn everything about being a hot teenage girl as well as practice with Janey constantly. Who would have thought being popular would be this complicated?

He would be glad when this was all over.  Just a few more hours and it would all be done.

"Let's get on with this."

**********

Hours later Tom and Janey were half-way through practice, when Tom turned to see his body suddenly enter dressed in a tight fitting leotard.

“What the hell are you doing?” snapped Tom as he shook his head at the ridiculous get up his sister had his body in.

“Oh didn’t I tell you Tom?  Since you stole my body and dumped me in this one, I’ve been doing some thinking.  I’ve decided I’m going to try out for the team as well.  It’s about time we had a male cheerleader again.  I’m sure all the boys at school won’t mock you too badly.”

Tom gasped as he realised she was deadly serious. “You bitch - you can’t do this.  You are NOT entering the try outs as me, forget it.”

Brooke sneered. “You started this by stealing my life. Switch our bodies back or I'll turn you into the biggest sissy bitch at school."

Tom sighed, his devious sister had him by the balls and she knew it.  There was no way he was letting her humiliate him like that.  He had no choice but to give her back her body.

“Sorry Janey, I’m going to have to swap back with her, she’s serious.”

Walking over to the sofa, Tom rummaged inside where he had his favourite hiding place and he pulled out the magic spell book he had used to swap with Brooke, flicking through to the body swap page.

“Oh no you don’t - NO WAY,” screamed Janey. “I am not letting her ruin this for me.  If you swap back with Brooke I’ll never make it onto the squad, especially now we did this to her.” 

Grabbing the book off the surprised Tom, she flicked through urgently. “There must be another spell here we can use to stop her.”

“Janey, be careful with that book, the spells inside are dangerous.”

“Aha - there’s a spell that will give Brooke your personality and memories - then she’ll be more helpful. I don’t know why we didn’t think to use it in the first place.”

Before Tom could stop her, Janey had read the spell and there was a bright flash.

“Oh no Janey, what have you done?” groaned Tom gripping his head.  “That spell doesn't just affect Brooke, you cast it on me as well.”

“What? No! How do you reverse it?” screamed Janey as she saw her boyfriend double over and grip his head in agony.

Janey’s stomach churned as she suddenly noticed there was no way to reverse the spell.  In her panic she flicked through the book looking for a solution but she couldn’t find one!

Meanwhile Tom and Brooke were both going through a new transformation, only this time mental. Their memories and personalities were being exchanged. It was like having all your memories poured out and new ones flowing in.

Tom groaned as his head filled with new thoughts and memories.  His life as Tom was fading and Brooke's slutty memories were welling up to overwhelm him. 

Wow, I never realised how hot it feels to be a slutty bitch.  My step-sister is sooooo cool, mmmmmmh, I like being her. 

The last few days have been such fun, why would I want to go back to being a dumb boy?

What am I saying?  I am Brook now.  I can keep her body and be the bitch I want to be.  I’m hot and popular and I can do whatever I like, no one can stop me.

Tom couldn't fight it. He was becoming a teenage bitch and it felt so good. Laughing he stopped resisting and grabbing his old body laughed in glee. "Yessss give it all to me bitch - I'm Brook now!"

Tom moaned as his pussy dripped with lust and he felt the last of his worthless boy memories flow out of his head.

You are no longer Tom. Now you are Brooke

Stretching her flexible perfect body, Brooke grinned as she pushed Janey back against a wall and grabbed the spell book from her. "I'll take that loser."

She giggled as she tossed her blonde hair in delight.  “You dumb bitch, you just turned me from your innocent boyfriend into your worst nightmare.”

“You should have used this spell instead - the mind control spell,” laughed Brooke as she flicked through the pages. Intoning the words, she read it and Janey and Tom groaned as their eyes went blank.

Brooke grinned. They were hers to program now.

“Tom - you will forget you were ever a girl named Brooke. You have always been Tom and you have the biggest crush on me your step sister.  You no longer want Janey and in fact you despise her.  You will believe you have been fucking me for weeks behind Janey’s back.”

“Janey - you will forget all about the magic book and the events of the last week.  Now wake up both of you.”

Janey and Tom opened their eyes as Brooke hid the book again.  Her former girlfriend was now totally clueless as to what had happened and the new bitch beckoned Tom over.

 “Tom - you look kinda hot in that outfit.  Why don’t you show your dumb girlfriend some of the new moves we have been practicing together?  I’m horny and I wanna cum."

“Are you sure?” he asked uncertainly.

“Yes, do it, show her what you really think of her. Fuck me in front of her and show her what a real man wants in a woman”

Janey gasped in horror as Tom yanked up Brooke's dress and slid his cock into her tight shaven pussy.  She moaned happily as her step-brother began to fuck her in front of Janey - long slow pumps sliding in and out of her tight cunt and making her gasp in pleasure. Sex as a girl felt amazing.

Brooke turned her head to regard her former girlfriend. "I don’t think you should bother trying out for the squad Janey, you have no chance of getting on.  Nobody likes you - not even your former boyfriend.”

“You bitch, how long has this been going on for?” sobbed Janey.

“Oh weeks," lied Brooke. "Tom is my lover now.  It feels so naughty to fuck my own step-brother.  Mom and Dad will be mad when they find out, but I don’t care.  Now Tom, I want you to cum inside my slutty pussy. In fact I have an idea.  Stay where you are bitch, you don’t want to miss this."

Janey cried as she watched Tom intensify his thrusts and with a grunt - orgasm hard into Brooke.  The evil bitch moaned in satisfaction as hot cum flooded her pussy and she commanded Tom to carry her to the sofa.

“I’ve changed my mind Janey. I’ll let you onto the squad on one condition.  Come here and lick all of Tom’s cum out of my pussy.  Show me how much you want to be a cheerleader and I’ll help you after all.”

Lying back, Brooke smirked.  Ohhhh yes, being a twisted slut felt so good.  She was so glad that this happened and she ended up as a bitch. There was no love left for her old girlfriend or life. The memory transfer had been completely successful. Now the only question was, would Janey eat her out?

Brooke smiled with satisfaction as the whimpering girl went to her knees and advanced.  Yes being a bitch really was amazing, she couldn’t wait to find out what else she could make people do now she was hot. This bitch-switch was really going to work out and Brooke loved it.

[lassie719]

My Northern Crater Adventure

One of the things I love about the original FF7 was how unique each person's playthrough could be. Become a chocobo breeding mogul? Maybe. Spend a massive amount of time equipping Aeris to be your most constant companion until.... you-know-what happened? Perhaps you did, my dear friend. Me, personally? I never recruited Yuffie and almost never recruited Vincent, which would have drastically changed the course of my fandom life.

That's right, my favorite character of ALL TIME was almost skipped over and would have meant nothing to me. I went into Shinra Manor, couldn't defeat the boss that emerged from the safe, and gave up on this optional side quest. Much later in the game, I had somehow or another caught wind that I would probably very, very much like Vincent Valentine. So, I returned, significantly more powerful and experienced, and endeavored to capture myself a blorbo.

Good lord is that unlocking-the-safe minigame punishing.

Finally, finally, Vincent joins the party. As much as I love a traumatized dark-haired pretty boy, his stats were not making the cut for my party, which I was strictly keeping to only characters who had the highest stat for attack, defense, magic attack, or magic defense of all seven options (no Yuffie, remember, and no Aeris by this point either). Vincent wasn't top of the class for anything in particular (except looks and backstory but that wouldn't help my battles). My typical party was Cloud (obvi), Barrett, and Nanaki.

By the Northern Crater, I, in a fit of spontaneous joie de vivre, decided to equip a party of my favorites: Cloud, Tifa, and Vincent. Little did I know what a stroke of genius it was to enter the Crater with characters I hadn't played much with. The tonberries could do little to Tifa and almost nothing to Vincent. Tactically advantageous, and, plot-wise, interesting: Tifa, the one member of Avalanche most opposed to collateral damage, and the self-proclaimed "monster" were too innocent to be harmed by a supernatural grudge. Cloud would get one-shot though lololol get rekt.

Anyway...

Safer Sephiroth was punishing for me. This was my first time playing an old school RPG. Before this, I had played Remake on easy mode, dabbled in Witcher 3 on easy mode, and played Pokemon. I nearly gave up. I lost again and again. My girlfriend took pity on me and looked up a guide to offer some vague suggestions without "spoiling" the tactics for me. My patience was wearing thin, though.

One more attempt. I will try this goddamn boss one more time before I give up and watch the rest of this godforsaken game on YouTube.

It was going well. If my memory serves, Cloud had double cut and a high counter rate. Tifa had the Godhand which made Deathblow a guaranteed hit. Vincent was equipped to double-cast Ultima.

But then the tides turned. Sephiroth was winning. Again. Somehow our HP was draining faster than we could keep up with. Cloud was down. Tifa was down. Vincent was hanging on by a thread. What could I do? If I used Vincent's turn to revive someone, Sephiroth would surely kill them both before they could get their feet back under them.

Ah, my dear blorbo. Maybe I shouldn't have been so sentimental and kept my Barrett tank on the team. I couldn't bear to go back to the save point, woefully long ago.

Here goes, sweet Vincent. Gaia bless you for trying, but I give up. I'm just not good enough at video games to win this.

Vincent casts Ultima once, and again.

Sephiroth.

Goes.

Down.

With a stylish twirl of the Death Penalty, the man I almost gave up on taught me to never give up on myself.

[asherloki]

Can I request prompts 10 + 26 from the TS list with BBC Sherlock pleasee?? As fluffy as possible!💜

Rain and sunshine

Bbc Sherlock

A/n :- I'm doing these tropes fic now! Check them out! Here!

it's raining" I heard Sherlock's voice from behind as I stood under the shade of a book store. Yes it was raining and as usual I wasn't carrying an umbrella. I turned to him and replied with a big smile, "hey, what are you doing here?"

He returned a pretty smile back, "was inside this bookstore."

Sherlock and I have become friends since the day I visited my uncle's office, Greg lestrade, to tell him that he was invited to my house that evening, but anderson called me something stupid. He's my uncle's co worker and it was a work place, so I didn't want a scene, so I kept quiet. But then came he, Sherlock and answered anderson on my behalf that he'd never forget. Also after that I helped him with a case that required something to do with magic realism, a literary stuff that Sherlock knew I could help him with. And then we've met here and there and talked in phone, we get along quite well. A little secret between us, he also helps me deduce guys, whom I should date and whom I shouldn't. But strangely he never approved anyone. I didn't think much of it though. Back to the rainy day then.

"Looking for some book on anatomy of a human body?" I asked as he was a man of science I thought this is the appropriate book for him.

"To be honest, I forgot my umbrella so I was wandering around" he said and I couldn't help but giggle. So did he and then we both looked at the sky, there wasn't a sign for the rain to stop any sooner.

"Should we go inside and wander around?" I offered. Having him instead of being there alone was better. He nodded and we entered the book shop. It was such a sight every kind of book was there on the shelves. And the book store even looked quite classy. We both looked for books and I saw a book that I was wanting to buy for a long time,

"Wow it's here? I can't believe it". I exclaimed. Sherlock came closer and asked,

"You're going to buy it?"

"Of course I must ..." I turned the book and saw it was rather expensive for me so I put it back and said, "actually you know what, I have lots of unread books so maybe later." And went to another shelf. Whom was I trying to fool? He deduced what was the reason. As I looked for books, still thinking about the expensive one, I saw Sherlock paying for a book that was inside a brown paperbag.

"You got something?" I asked walking towards him.

"Oh uh... Just um... A book on anatomy." He replied nervously.

"I know, your thing." I replied.

"You got something there?" He asked taking the bag.

"Uh no, there was just a book on dirty pickup lines, I read a few and laughed that's all."

"I know something like that too."

"Do you? Tell one" I urged because I definitely wanted to hear the cold detective doing pickup lines.

"Give me your car keys so I can drive you crazy." He said with a straight face and then we both stared for a long minute before our laughter burst into the bookstore. We laughed and laughed until the receptionist asked us to lower the laughter.

I couldn't help but ask, "you? Where did you learn it?"

"Don't tell anyone but... John's texts to his girlfriends." He replied with a wink.

"You read those?"

"Perhaps."

"That's naughty."

"I know but too funny can't help myself ". He said as we're still trying to control the urge to laugh.

And the rain turned into light drizzle, so we both came out of that bookstore and stood under the shade of it's entrance.

"So I must head over to my home now?" I said .

"Hey um" he hesitated "this book is ... Actually is for you". Said he as held the bag out to me.

"What?"I was rather confused so I looked inside to see it's the same expensive book that I wanted to buy yet I had to put it down.

"It's expensive I can't take it..." I hesitated while he interrupted saying,

"Please, I insist, I'd be delighted if you accept this gift."

What can I say, how could I refuse him? So I took it from his hand.

"Oh Sherlock, thanks".

"You're welcome, and you know what?"

"What?" I stared at him, trying to figure out what his cheeky smile meant.

"Can I borrow a kiss? I promise I’ll give it back."

Again one of those pickup lines and I burst into laughing until he walked towards me and I felt his hand cupping my cheek and lips on mine. I couldn't think anything I kissed him back. I had to stand on my toes to reach a little closer to his height. After the kiss I looked into his eyes. And he in mine.

"Well..." I uttered finally.

"I didn't know John's pickup lines works" he said.

"Well they certainly does." we stood smiling to eachother. The drizzle ceased and a ray of sunlight hit the raindrops. London shone as bright as the sun.

"Tomorrow lunch? At that restaurant ?" He asked pointing to a fancy restaurant next to us".

I looked and nodded "sure".

His phone rang and it was John told him about a case that awaits for him. About a huge amount of stolen money of a millionaire and he suspects his brother. He heard and then hung up on John and said,

"I wanted to walk you home."

"Tomorrow perhaps."

"Tomorrow it is, see you".

"You too and listen save your dirtiest jokes for me you know".

"I will, perhaps John can teach me this time."

then he went to his adventure.

I walked to my home griping the book tightly, blushing all the way to it.

[a-spoonful-o-generosity]

Do you still talk to Babs? I know you guys ended things off pretty bad, but I'm curious.

Oh, Diamond took the "falling out" hardest since she had only opened up to two ponies in her life thus far.

But, after Babsy pushed us into the mud, Peppermint Twist was there meeting her aunt Bon Bon at the train station. Aunt "Bonnie" was arriving with her new girlfriend; Lyra Heartstrings, from Canterlot. Twist risked getting her best dress dirty giving us a helping hoof out.

So, where one friendship ended, another began.

Later that year, if memory serves, we met up with Babsy in town when she came back for the Apple Family Reunion. It was tense and Diamond had trouble letting go of her anger and feelings of betrayal. I think Babsy offered her a chance to punch her in the face. I said we should discuss it over tea. I was angry too, for what she had done to my best friend and special somepony. I was suppressing the urge to double buck her in the face.

I invited Twist so Diamond would feel more comfortable. Babsy didn't have a lot of time because, well, you know, Ms AJ was having one of her neurotic episodes.

But 20min was all the 4 of us needed. I swear Twist must have used some kinna Element of Laughter magic on those peppermint sticks we stirred our tea with. By the end, we were all good friends again.

@hippie-babs-seed was my therapist for many years after @diamond-tiara-4-serving-spoon returned from boarding school in the Crystal Colony. We were having trouble reconnecting as a couple.

We don't talk as much as we did during my therapy years, but Babsy will always hold a special place in mine and Diamond's hearts.

[cxhleel108]

S7 Thots for this week: Why is everyone here actually delusional asf???

(Apologies for posting this late guys I was very tired when I started writing this…I was also high asf so be mindful of that while you read lol.)

• Oh great now #Raphne is going through shit and everyone’s gonna have to dedicate their whole life to fixing it!

• Bryson laying it on THICC this morning I know dats rightttt😛😛😛

• No seriously why ze fook are we helping them with their issues? I need these people to go back to university or wherever and take a communication course cuz y’all are clearly lacking.

• Tanya so messy for asking that. Girl you know exactly who tf it is why you lowkey telling on yourself like that?😭😭😭

• #Raphne is 100% completely done y’all omg! (Bullshit)

• NO YOU WILL NOT!

• Willow is STILL talking as if anybody give af about what she got to say. Someone get this woman a hobby I’m begginggggg.

• I love having bathing suits worth mentioning now😍

• Ain’t no way they tryna force a argument between me and my partner over this Raf and Daphne mess…bitch.

• WE DONT HAVE TO AGREE ON EVERY SINGLE THING TO BE IN SYNC THATS NOT HOW COUPLES OR HUMANS WORK!

• Talk less sir.

• Why is there always some of the girls trading jealous looks when it comes to this challenge. The point is to literally kiss everyone and y’all still be getting salty, get over it??? Maybe I’m just crazy but I would literally not care.

• Once again Willow is putting on a show for her imaginary friends and nobody in the real world is gagging.

• Wow, now all of a sudden we don’t know how to kiss each other properly because we couldn’t help another couple stop arguing over fucking sheets😕

• How am I having more chemistry with Raf than my own man? God help us.

• Omg Evan came back for me y'all😍😍😍😍😍

• Paying gems magically brings back chemistry to our couple I guess.

• Girl you deserve a 10 backwards.

• That joke bullshit…BOO! CORNY! LAME! 🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅

• Bryson real lucky he’s cute or I wouldn’t allow him to be acting like a 12 year old about his feelings.

• #Raphne is back together woohoo! (They’re literally gonna break it off again as soon as Daphne founds out bout Raf’s crush)

• Don't force me to have a moment with her ew! That ho is NOT my friend.

• There’s quite literally no reason to speak to everyone about the recoupling. NO REASON!

• Outfit time!🤩

• Eat! Eat! Eat!

• Thought Bryson was finna ask us to be his girlfriend right then and there ugh I need him to hurry up.

• CAN YOU ALL LEAVE US THE ABSOLUTE FUCK ALONE LIKE GODDAMN????

• Vicky if you can see how close me and Bryson are then why would you…never mind why even ask at this point.

• Bonnie has been trying to get with Tanya since the beginning of time. Girl just give up PLEASE.

• Girl who tf is you-

• Why did we get dressed up just to go speak to 3 people???????????? Chile anyways it’s outfit time AGAIN✨

• EAT! EAT! EAT!

• LMAOOOO she's such a loser I almost feel bad...almost.

• Uma you know good and well you meant to record them boys fighting. Fuck outta here with that excuse💀

• Y'all will not let Jake REST oh my goodness.

• Oooo y’all the way Bryson is fighting for us…kinda feeling butterflies in my stomach and elsewhere🤭🤭🤭

• Everyone here is so delusional when it comes to Tanya holy fuck. Actually no, this happens every season. Why do some of these people think that just because THEY feel a good connection with MC that automatically means she wants them? Like baby that’s not how this works…

• Oh Bryson don't end half of the villa like that-

• Daphne don’t ask me if I think you and yo man gon make it niece you don’t want my answer to that lmao.

• 🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥂🥂🥂🥂🥂

• Why y’all ain’t make us do a surprise dumping so we could get Willow out? WHY IS SHE STILL HERE SHE LITERALLY HAS NOTHING TO CONTRIBUTE NOW????

• Oh I can tell you how! First, we're gonna walk in there and start marveling at every single thing in the room, specifically the bed, even though we've already been in there. Then, bet y'all won't see this coming, we're gonna find a box filled with naughty things😱😱😱 After that, we get to work and all that can be registered is the feeling of our partner's soft lips and how their hands caress our body in every place possible and then after a while we both reach our climax at the same time. Then our partner says they love us blah blah blah, we get some text about what's happening tomorrow and it's prolly the baby challenge or something equally stupid and ridiculous, and then we cuddle up and go to bed.

• If everything I just said is in next week's hideaway scene, everyone who likes this post owes me $10. I'm just playing, we all know everything I said is definitely happening. Keep your money💖

[redrydersrequiem]

The Raven and the Vampire

Ch 5

updated 11/21/25

font in purple is inner thoughts

Marvel and twilight crossover

once again long chapter, has jaspers back story from the book but I feel that's important to his character which is why I added it

After talking to Bella, it took another two days for her to contact me to let me know she was meeting the wolves after school and wanted to see if I could come. I was ecstatic; this was an excellent opportunity to study the wolves' magic up close. 

Loading into Bella’s old truck, soft old rock pours from the radio. On the way, she explains to me that Jacob and a bunch of his friends are part of Sam Uley's pack, which currently has about ten members and their respective significant others.

Like any good diplomat, I brought a gift to break the ice. Mila made her death-worthy chocolate cookies that even Dad could be buttered up with. Passing all the trees on the way to the reservation, we finally pulled into a clearing with a quaint home in the middle. Five shirtless boys were currently running out. 

“Well, well, look who showed back up.” One of the shirtless boys chimes in. He’s a little smaller and has a boyish, Bieber-like hair cut.

“Well, well look who still hasn’t learned what clothing is,” Bella replies in a sassy tone. 

“So this is your friend. You told us about the other leach lover?” The tall, bulkier one with a sour expression on his face asks

“Excuse me? What did you just say?”

Setting the basket of goodies down roughly on the edge of Bella's truck. I take a step forward. My hand clenched tight. Ready to smack the look smug off his face, Aurelius disguised around my wrist, ready to intervene if he must. When another voice from inside the house stops me 

“Knock it off, Paul, all of you; Bella and her friend are our guests.”

A taller man, thankfully in a red shirt, walks onto the porch, approaching Bella and I

“Bella, welcome back.” 

“Thanks, Sam; I wanted to introduce you to Elara.”

“Welcome in, Sam Uley.” He reaches out to shake my hand. I can immediately tell he’s not human, with the heat coming off him, let alone the strong smell of wet dog.

“Elara Mani”

‘Bella said that you’re involved with the other Cullen”

“Yes, Jasper and I are dating, and due to current circumstances, I was told everything that's been going on, so I wanted to meet you and your pack.”

“Very well, come inside. The food should be about done.” One of the former group saddled up to us with a smirk on his face 

“It is an honor to meet you.” He reached out to shake my hand, kissing it. Pulling my hand away, I chuckled at the silly boy.

“Not so fast. Sorry to burst your furry bubble, but I'm taken. Nice try, though.”

“Hey, I had to try, but yeah, Emily made some BBQ, and is that chocolate I smell.”

“We’ll see if anyone gets any yet.”

 He just laughs and starts heading into the house. Bella just smiles and nods at me to follow. The inside of the house is very quaint, and the delicious smell of cooked meat and bread fills every inch. A young woman stands with her back to us, finishing pulling things out of the oven while all the boys pile around the large table.

“Boys, I swear if you eat all the food before I can set everything out, I won't cook for you for a week.”

Turning the young woman's face is visible. I can feel the others stare at me, waiting for some kind of reaction; I'm guessing to the scar running down the woman's face, but unfortunately for them, I'm royalty and have seen a lot worse.

“Oh, hello, Bella and Bella’s friend; I'm so glad you came back over.”

“Hi Emily, this is Elara. She’s Jasper's girlfriend; she already knows everything and wants to meet everyone.” 

“Oh well then, welcome elara. There’s plenty of food for everyone.” 

“Thank you so much; your home is beautiful, and the food smells amazing.

“Why, thank you.”

 “I brought some desserts; they're my aunt's special recipe.”

Her face lights up with a smile, and I can tell by the girl's energy that she’s glad I didn’t comment on her scar. Judging by the almost pregnant pause earlier, this has probably happened before and made her feel horrible. I swear some people have no etiquette.

“Come sit and help yourselves before the boys, or you’ll get no food. I'll hide these for now.” She smiles and takes the basket from me. Taking a seat at the table, everyone’s eyes were on me.

“So what’s your deal?”  The boy at the other end of the table Asks 

“Shouldn’t you introduce yourselves before trying to grill me, or have you not learned your manners yet?”

“Oh, shit, she got you, Paul.”

“Shut up, Quil. Fine, I’m Paul,” The one at the end of the table starts; next to him, the younger skinner boy from earlier pipes up.

“I'm next. We’ve already met, but I'm Embry.” He winks at me, and all I can do is lightly chuckle 

“Ignore him; we all try to. I’m Jared. It's nice to meet you, Elara. Welcome to the reservation. Leah, Jacob, and Seth went to get some stuff real quick but should be back soon.”

 “In the meantime, please dig in.” Emily chimes, joining everyone at the table, Sam pulling her onto his lap

“Thank you, Emily.”

“Now that we’ve introduced ourselves, I'll ask again what your deal is, new girl.”

For Norn's sake, Odin, help me not pop this knucklehead before this day ends. That would break my cover, let alone further disrupt my plans. 

“Well, to start, puppy, my name is Elara, not new girl. Secondly, I just moved here a couple of months ago with my aunt and uncle. I became involved with the Cullens and was told what's been happening, so I wanted to meet you all. I'm trying to find a way to protect my new friends and family from whatever the hell is going on, and I'm hoping we can all agree.”

“I'm sorry you want to come to an arrangement with the pack and the Cullens?” Sam asks quizzically 

“Yes, so we should probably wait until everyone is here. I would hate to leave anyone out.”

“Bella, you have anything to say about this? Does Jacob know?”

“I’ve been trying to get Jacob and Edward to see reason for long enough; I'm fine letting Elara try her hand. She’s very diplomatic and understanding.”

Before anyone can make another comment, the sound of a car pulling up to the house and three other voices come closer

“That will be Jacob and the rest of them.”

“Hey, we're here. Is the food ready? I'm starving.”

“Your always hungry, Seth,” a female voice speaks up. 

“Hey, I'm a growing boy. Oh, hello. I’ve never met you before.” 

Walking into the room, a young boy, possibly in his early teens, is followed by a statuesque woman behind him. Finally, a well-built other male sporting a shorter hairstyle and stance, much like Sam did when I first met him, until he saw Bella, walks in.

“Hey Bella, you came.”

“Hey Jacob, thanks for inviting me over. I want to introduce you guys to my friend Elara.”

“Hello” 

“Hi, nice to meet you. Any friend of Bella’s is a friend of mine.” Jacob reaches out and vigorously shakes my hand.

“Bella said you wanted to know more about the pack and everything that's going on now that you’ve been brought into everything.”

“Oh, you're the new one the blonde leach is with.”The woman, I'm guessing is Leah, speaks Norns; the wolves don't like the Cullens 

“Jasper is my boyfriend, and I adore him and his family. Now, I came here to be friendly, but if you wish to continue bashing others when they aren’t here to defend themselves, maybe I should leave.” 

“Hey, it's fine. We're cool; we all just need to calm down. Please, Elara is my friend, and we’ve been over this before; no bashing. I don't let the Cullens talk bad about you guys.” Bella quickly directs the conversation 

“Whatever.” Leah lets out with a scoff, going to join Paul on the other side of the table. 

“Maybe we should just get this over with. What is it you wanted to ask my pack, Elara?”

“Well, I'm not here to grill you guys, so we don't all have to be so serious. I was simply interested in learning about your history and shifting capabilities. But if that's not my place, I'm fine with sharing a delicious meal with some of Bella's close friends.”

“No, it's fine. I'm sorry they aren’t very trusting, but we'd happily tell you about our culture and its history. Hell, the black family has been here forever, and what I don't know, I can easily ask my dad; he’s even on the tribe's counsel.”

“That would be amazing.”

Once the wolves got some food in them, the very air seemed much more relaxed as Jacob regaled me with the same tale he had told Bella before 

(If you know the story, you know. If not, you may want to google)

“Wow, that story was incredible.”

“Why, thank you, Elara. You know you're pretty lucky not many non-natives get to hear our tales.”

“That’s a shame; your people have such a beautiful culture and history. I hate it when others trample on it simply because it's not theirs.”

“I feel the same. You know you're pretty cool; I thought you’d be different for some reason.” 

“Oh, I'm a very complex person. You're just catching me on a good day.” Laughs go around, and I feel very at peace with the atmosphere 

“Question for you all, though: is there any way I can see your wolf forms, or is that a sensitive topic?” 

“Well, I don't know, Sam, what do you think”- Jacob. 

“It's up to you all if you want to show her. Sam said. 

“I'm all up for it, beautiful; maybe you’ll fall for me instead.” Embry flirtatiously states  

“Keep dreaming, Embry,” Jared says as he smacks Embry's shoulder. 

“I guess that settles it. Come on, let's go outside.”

Walking out with the boys bickering and fighting like little wolf cubs. Jacob finally turns to me and Bella.

“Okay, well, I'll show you, but stay here and don't get so close when we shift. OK, you've got to promise. Bella already knows not to.”

“Ok, I promise scouts honor. “ I watch as Jared, Embry, Seth, and Paul all go behind the tree line for a moment, and then the next four beautiful giant wolves emerge. They were much taller and broader than regular wolves of the world but nowhere near the size of Fenrir.

“Wow, you're beautiful,” I say as I approach the dark silver wolf. Huffing comes from the wolves around me, almost like a canine laugh. 

“Aw, look, Paul, at least someone thinks your ugly hide is pretty,” Jacob says snidely from beside me. 

“I'm sorry. I meant you all very handsome wolves.”

“Embry says he doesn’t mind being called beautiful if you say it.”

“How do you know.?” 

“We have a mind link to understand what each other is saying. I don't mind translating for you, though.”

“Thanks, Jacob; which one is Embry, though.”

“Hahaha, he’s the small gray one with the black spots and gray nose.” 

“Well, then, you are a very beautiful Embry.” The wolf smiles and promptly nudges me with his head, wanting pets like an overgrown golden retriever. I pet Embry while the rest are fighting and running around us. The atmosphere is very zen as the sun slowly falls into the horizon of trees.

“You guys, I know that you don't like the Cullens, and I know you have a reason not to, but I can tell you would be an amazing aid in stopping what is to come. I sincerely hope we can come to some kind of agreement.”

Sam rustles behind me as Embry takes his head off my lap to return to the tree line with the other boys. 

“We understand your point, Elara, but I must do what’s best for my people and my pack, and I won't put them in unnecessary danger. We will discuss it and decide as a pack, but you must understand it may not be your wishful decision.”

“I understand. You're a good leader, Sam.” 

He just smiles and nods his head. The others finally rejoin us, and I thank them all for showing me their wolf forms and allowing me to hear their stories. I doubled back to say goodbye to Emily and exchange numbers with her. Her food was to die for, and I wouldn't mind having another friend in this world before BelIa, and I rode back to her house. 

The ride is silent, the rain hitting the window as we collect our thoughts. We can get the two clans worked together for the better, but based on the number of missing people Lucas had discovered, I knew they would still be outnumbered even if they joined. 

(Authors note: i know things are out of order i'm trying to make it work for my story)

“I have nothing to wear.”

 Bella moans next to me as she slumps down on her bed. Every item of clothing she owned strewn about her room

“Bella, it's just a graduation party; it will be fine. And besides, Alice is on her way over soon anyway, so you know she'll be able to find something for you.”

“Yeah, yeah, you're right. I guess it’s just stress. School stuff colliding with this vampire stuff is not mixing well.”

“I understand, Bella, but the Cullens will keep you safe. And didn’t you invite Jacob? He'll probably bring some friends, so there’ll be even more protectors. It finally seems like the pack and the Cullens are getting along. Heck, we might be looking at an alliance soon.”

“Yeah, about that.” The way she said that was not comforting. 

“What happened?

“Jacob came over yesterday and kinda tried to kiss me, and I punched him.”

“WHAT!”

“Yeah”

“Is that why your hands are all red? I thought you might have fallen on the ice again or something.”

“Oh, thank you for your vote of confidence.” 

“You know what I mean, Bella. Is everything ok? Are you ok?”

“I mean, I don't know. Jacob has been a big part of my life and greatly helped me. I don't want to lose him, but my heart lies with Edward. I know the Cullens will need the pack to help, and now I fear I've messed everything up.”

“Oh, Bella, no, no, it's okay. Come here.”  I bring the girl towards me and hug her shoulder. I can understand her stress.

“All will be ok, I promise. Now, let’s get back to what you want to wear.”

“ I knew exactly what I would have worn, my favorite red blouse. If it weren’t for that Stupid, thieving, annoying vampire.”

“What did I do?”  Alice demanded, leaning casually beside the open window as if she'd been there the whole time. Scaring the crap out of me and Bella in the process.

“Knock, knock, " she added with a grin after seeing our shocked faces. Casually, she threw a flat white box onto Bella's bedside.

“Is it so hard to wait for me to get to the door?” Bella asked from beside me.

“Yup, besides, you knew I was coming anyway.”

“Whatever. Can you believe this, elara?”  Bella asks once again, Turning to me 

“Hey, I have no comment.” Barely able to keep the smile off my face at Alice’s shenanigans

“Just look in the box, Bella. Trust me, it's the perfect thing to wear tonight.” 

Bella opens the box and pulls out a pretty dress that is perfect for Bella. 

“Go ahead, admit it, I'm amazing.” 

“Thank you, Alice.” Bella mumbles 

“You’re welcome, bells. Now get ready, and Elara, you've got to go get ready as well.”

“I know I was just waiting around for you. Everything will be ok, Bella. I promise you now, get ready tonight. It will be fun.” I pick up my things and wave bye to Bella as Alice and I walk our separate ways to get ready for the upcoming ceremony and party

It was an exciting experience from a Midgardian perspective. I can understand why the event is so celebrated; it felt almost like a naming ceremony in Asgard when young gods and goddesses received their godheads. Although I am already a master magician at the magic tower of Asgard, I have yet to gain my godhead officially. I had Mila and Lucas record the ceremony if my parents wanted to see it. 

While we changed out of the unappealing yellow robes, they chatted with the Cullen matriarchs; the four had become good friends, which I was glad for.

“Hey, there’s our little raven,” Mila says lovingly.

“Little raven?” Jasper asks questioningly 

“My father has been calling me that since I was small..”

“You looked lovely out there, sweety. Your parents would be proud. 

“Thanks, Aunty.”

“yes, you looked like a beautiful banana,” Lucas laughingly states  

“Uncle!” Everyone simply laughs as we all enjoy the end of the ceremony 

Several hours later, the party was in full swing at the Cullens house, and many students were in awe at the fabled Cullens home. Covered in graduation decorations courtesy of the resident pixie-like Cullen

The party was in full swing when the doorbell rang just hours after the last time. Swinging the door open, I see Jacob on the other side of it. Rosalie asks quietly who invited the werewolf, which Bella guiltily claims she did. Odin, I could already tell this probably wouldn’t end well. 

Bella walks over to greet Jacob, and I trail behind, not wanting to leave the young girl alone with said male.

As Jacob greets Bella, more heads pop up beside him. Not only had Jacob shown up to the Cullens home and brought along Quil and Embry. Boy, was I gonna have to steerEmbryy towards someone else. I'm sure Jasper would have his furry head if he tried to flirt with me again. Heated words bring me back out of my head as I hear the last bit of Jacob and Bella’s conversation. 

“What are you doing here?” Bella asks with a grumpy look on her face.

“You invited me to remember,” Jacob says snidely back.

“In case my right hook was too subtle for you, let me translate that as me uninviting you.”

“Oh, come on, Bella don't pretend like I'm not here.” 

The drama ensues between the two when I notice Alice has gone deathly silent, her significantly turning gray. She’s in the midst of a vision, and judging by her and Edward's faces, it was not a good one. Before I could say a word, Alice, Edward, and Jasper all but ran to the kitchen, leaving a confused Bella, the wolf trio, and I in the wake.

Turning into the kitchen behind them, I see the worried expressions on their faces. 

“Alice, what happened? What's wrong?” I say, crouching in front of the sitting pixie, taking her shaking hands into mine. Still, she says nothing. I can only register Edward and Jasper grumbling before the others join us.

“Edward, what's going on? Did Alice see something?”

“Bella I.Elara, can you take Bella back to the living room? I think we all need to talk real quick.”

“No, Bella and I deserve to know what’s going on,

“Darlin. Look at me; I need your help. You can do this kindly, but can you and Bella get the party to stop quietly? We need the humans to go home.”

“Jasper, what happened? What’s going on.”

“Elara, please.” 

It's rare for Jasper to call me by my name now, so I know the situation is serious. I nod at him before grabbing Bella; she complains as we leave the kitchen to return to Frey. I push her to start breaking the news, following her before I stop around the corner. Using my powers, I look into Alice’s mind to see what shocked them. To my horror, my worst dreams are confirmed.

Alice's vision slowly plays, the Cullens facing an army of newborns. Like a movie playing, I see Rose tossed to the side as newborns tackle emmet. Esme and Carlisle surrounded front and back, Alice kneeling in the snow-covered ground, Rue cradled in her arms, unmoving as newborns grabbed her.

Jasper is nowhere to be seen as the scene swings around. I see him now, fighting off four others when another gets their hands on him from behind. Jaws closed in on his neck, and then...NOOOOOOOO……I break out. I can’t, I can’t see this happen. I, i

Bella's voice breaks me out of the episode I'm spiraling into.

“elara, I need help. I can’t think of an excuse to get everyone to leave.”

“I'm coming.”

We announced that a family emergency had occurred, and unfortunately, the party would have to wrap up and be over in the next hour or so. Everyone seems slightly disappointed, but they all understand. People start saying their goodbyes and getting one last drink or snack. Most of the Cullens returned from the kitchen they all disappeared into. Ever the gracious host, I see Esme making final rounds, saying goodbyes and instructing the others to maintain their cover.

Everyone is having a good time as a slower song comes on to help wind the party down when Jasper saddles up to me, pulling me into him to sway softly to the music. 

“I don't believe I've told you how beautiful you look tonight, my star.”

“You did cowboy every chance you’ve gotten, but I don't mind hearing it again. You look just as handsome, even when you're trying to redirect my attention,” I reply, kissing his cheek.

“I know you’ve been worried about everything going on, darling, but I want you to listen to me. I truly want you to embrace this moment. It might not seem like much, but it's a human experience I want you to have without worrying about the newborns and things going on with everyone. You're only human, and just like Edward does for Bella, I want this life for you.” 

“Oh love, you need not worry about me. I am embracing every moment I have in forks, but you also have to know nothing will stop me from worrying about you and the others. Especially after what happened, I know how Alice and Edward reacted to that vision, which wasn’t good. Please tell me what’s going on. I can do so much more than you think.”

“Darlin, it's fine. Edward got Jacob to call the pack over so we could all talk. But You're right. Alice’s vision was not great, but I don't want you to worry about it because it's not a Definitive future. Her visions can change just as quickly as they start. I promise you everything is going to be okay.”

All I can do is hold my love close. He was trying to reassure me, but it only strengthened my conviction. I would not let anything happen to my new family.

The humans had finally dispersed from the Cullens' home. Everyone had cleaned up, and the pack finally arrived at the Cullens' house.

“So tell us, Carlisle, why was Jacob so adamant my pack should be here?”

“Of course, Sam, Alice had a vision during the party, and it seems Victoria has made up her mind.”

“You’re all going to Seattle then,” Sam asks.

“No.” Alice pipes up from her spot beside Rue. “They’re coming here.”

“To forks!!!!.”

“Yes.”

“So you’ve brought a pack of bloodthirsty leeches to our front door,” Sam growls. 

“Sam, that's not fair. Bella and the Cullens have no say in Victoria's choices; she decided to start a war with them, not the other way around. They were trying to protect their family. Just as you would if situations were different.” I corrected, trying to keep the peace as best I could in my frazzled state 

Jacobs' expression was disapproving. Until he finally spoke up, I couldn't tell if it was what I had just said or the situation itself.

“We can’t let them come that far; there aren’t enough of us to protect the town.”

“I apologize for what my family has done to your tribe, Sam, but we must come together. Neither group is strong enough, but together we would be.” Carlisle spoke eloquently.

“How many? Embry asks from the other side of the room. We all look at Alice expectantly. 

“It changes twenty-one today, but the numbers keep going up and down.”

“Why?” One of the boys asks 

It's probably cause Victoria isn't controlling them. She more than likely lets them fight amongst themselves.” Jasper adds it seems he knows a lot about newborns

“We were already planning a strategic meeting, but if we're all going to work together, you will need some instructions.” Jasper continues 

 The wolves all looked disgruntled at that last part. 

“This will be odd,” Jasper added thoughtfully. I never considered working together; this has to be a first.”

“But I know it will do you all good,” I add to the end of his statement. 

“We need to start training as soon as possible; it's too late for all of you.” The wolves all roll their eyes at Jasper's statement. 

“Three o'clock? Tomorrow? Jared asks the room. Heads all shake in agreement.

“Where?” Carlisle 

“About ten miles due north of the hoH forest ranger station. You guys come in from the west, and you’ll be able to follow our scent.”

The next day 

Much to Jaspers's dismay, I joined everyone at the training site. The tension in the air is thick even as they all pretend it's not by stretching and chatting. 

Jasper Bella and I are sitting on a rock by the cars, waiting.

“Hey, elara. Jasper letting you practice too.?” Emmet asks, coming up to Jasper and I. Jasper just pushes his brother away with a grin.

“Please don't give her any ideas.” They laugh and play wrestle with each other 

Are you leading this exercise, cowboy?

Yeah, Jasper, you don't seem as anxious as the others,” Bella adds.

“I'm guessing Edward didn't tell you?

“No, I didn't,” Edward says, approaching the group. “That's your story, not mine, plus I didn't know what all you'd told Elara or if you even had. 

“Jasper? I say, seeing my mate's solemn mood.

“Sorry, love, it's time to tell you my story. And I'll be honest with you, it's not great. I hadn't said anything because I didn't want you to look at me differently, star.

Jasper, believe me when I say there is nothing you could have done that I would stop loving you.”

“But Elara”

“NO!” I can tell my outburst turns everyone's heads, but I don't care 

“You’re my heart, Jasper. Whatever you've done or had to do has you standing here with me, and that is all that matters to me. I love you.”

“I can tell Jasper is struggling, but he simply pulls me forward, hugging me tight to him as I feel him place kisses on the crown of my head,

I don't know what I'd do without you. I love you too, elara.”

Steeping away from him, we turn back to the others. When I saw him start rolling up his sleeves, I'd never seen him without sleeves, thinking it was his preference. But I wasn't prepared for what lay underneath them. 

He held his wrist up so that Bella and I could see clearly. At first, my eyes could not make sense of the texture, which was layered thickly across the skin. Curved half-moons crisscrossed in a feathery pattern that was only just visible, white on white as it was, tracing his finger across one of the raised crescent marks. It wasn't till I saw Bella pull  her sleeve up and show her scare I realized what the marks where 

Bite marks

Jasper, what happened to you? Bella gawks. 

“The same thing happened to your hand,” Jasper answered quietly. “Repeated a thousand times.” He laughed a little ruefully and brushed at his arm. 

“Our venom is the only thing that leaves a scar.” 

“Why?”I breathed in horror, feeling rude but unable to stop staring at his subtly ravaged skin. 

“I didn’t have quite the same . . . upbringing as my adopted siblings here. My beginning was something else entirely.” His voice turned hard as he finished. 

“Before I tell you my story,” Jasper said,  “You must understand that there are places in our world where the lifespan of the never-aging is measured in weeks and not centuries.”

The others had heard this before. Carlisle, Esme, and Emmett go back to their previous conversation. Alice moved silently to sit with Rue and Rosalie on the other side of the clearing. Only Edward remained as absorbed as I was; I could feel his eyes on my face, reading every flicker of emotion.

 “To understand why, you have to look at the world from a different perspective. You have to imagine the way it looks to the powerful, the greedy . . . the perpetually thirsty. You see, there are places in this world that are more desirable to us than others. Places where we can be less restrained and still avoid detection. Picture, for instance, a map of the western hemisphere. The picture on it shows every human life as a small red dot. The thicker the red, the more easily we — well, those who exist this way — can feed without attracting notice.” 

I shuddered at the word feed. But I squeezed Jasper's hand, signaling him to continue.

 It's not that the covens in the South care much for what the humans notice or do not. It’s the Volturi that keeps them in check. They are the only ones the southern covens fear. If not for the Volturi, we would be quickly exposed.” 

I frowned at how he pronounced the name — with respect, almost gratitude. The idea of the Volturi as the good guys was hard to accept after all the stories I had been told. 

 “The North is, by comparison, very civilized. Most nomads here enjoy the day and the night and allow humans to interact with them unsuspectingly — anonymity is important to us all. It’s a different world in the South. The immortals there come out only at night. They spend the day plotting their next move or anticipating their enemy. Because it has been war in the South, constant war for centuries, with never one moment of truce.

“what are they fighting for?” I asked. Jasper smiled. 

“Remember the map with the red dots?” He waited, so I nodded. 

“They fight for control of the thickest red. You see, it occurred to someone once that if he were the only vampire in, let’s say, Mexico City, well then, he could feed every night, twice, three times, and no one would ever notice. He plotted ways to get rid of the competition.

And I'm Guessing Others had the same idea. 

“Correct, love. Some came up with more effective tactics than others. “But the most effective tactic was invented by a fairly young vampire named Benito. The first anyone ever heard of him, he came down from somewhere north of Dallas and massacred the two small covens that shared the area near Houston. Two nights later, he took on the stronger clan of allies that claimed Monterrey in northern Mexico. Again, he won.”

“How did he win?” Bella asked with wary curiosity. 

“Benito had created an army of newborn vampires. He was the first to think of it, and, in the beginning, he was unstoppable. Very young vampires are volatile, wild, and almost impossible to control. One newborn can be reasoned and taught to restrain himself, but ten and fifteen together are a nightmare. They’ll turn on each other as quickly as on the enemy you point them at. Benito had to keep making more as they fought amongst themselves; however, though newborns are dangerous, they can still be defeated if you know what you’re doing. 

They’re incredibly powerful physically for the first year or so, and if they’re allowed to bring strength to bear, they can easily crush an older vampire. But they are slaves to their instincts and thus predictable. Usually, they have no fighting skills, only muscle and ferocity. And in this case, overwhelming numbers.” “The vampires in southern Mexico realized what was coming for them, and they did the only thing they could think of to counteract Benito. They made armies of their own. . . . “

“And All hell broke loose.” 

“Correct again, love immortals have our histories, too, and this war will never be forgotten. Of course, it was not a good time to be human in Mexico. When the body count reached epidemic proportions, the Volturi finally stepped in. The entire guard came together and sought out every newborn in the bottom half of North America. Benito was entrenched in Puebla, building his army as quickly as possible to take on the prize—Mexico City.”

“The Volturi started with him and then moved on to the rest. Anyone who was found with the newborns was executed immediately. The Volturi were cleaning house for almost a year.” Edward adds

“It was enough that the fever for conquest did not spread from the South. The rest of the world stayed sane. We owe the Volturi for our present way of life. But when the Volturi returned to Italy, the survivors were quick to stake their claims in the South. 

It didn’t take long before covens began to dispute again. There was a lot of bad blood if you’ll forgive the expression. Vendettas abounded. The idea of newborns was already there, and some could not resist. However, the Volturi had not been forgotten, and the southern covens were more careful this time. The newborns were selected from the human pool with more care and were given more training. They were used circumspectly, and the humans remained, for the most part, oblivious,” Edward states.

“The wars resumed, but on a smaller scale. Occasionally, someone would go too far, speculation would begin in the human newspapers, and the Volturi would return and clean the city. But they let the others, the careful ones, continue. . . .” Jasper was staring off into space.

 “Is That how you were changed.” My realization was a whisper. 

“Yes,” he agreed. 

 “When I was human, I lived in Houston, Texas. I was almost seventeen when I joined the Confederate Army in 1861. I lied to the recruiters and told them I was twenty. I was tall enough to get away with it. My military career was short-lived but very promising. People always liked me and listened to what I said. My father said it was charisma. Of course, now I know it was probably something more. But, whatever the reason, I was promoted quickly through the ranks.

The Confederate Army was new and scrambling to organize itself, providing opportunities. By the first battle of Galveston — well, it was more of a skirmish — I was the youngest major in Texas, not even acknowledging my actual age. I was placed in charge of evacuating the women and children from the city when the Union’s mortar boats reached the harbor. It took a day to prepare them, and then I left with the first civilian column to convey to Houston. 

“I remember that one night very clearly. We reached the city after dark. I stayed only long enough to ensure the entire party was safely situated. As soon as that was done, I got myself a fresh horse and returned to Galveston. There wasn’t time to rest. Just a mile outside the city, I found three women on foot. I assumed they were stragglers and dismounted immediately to offer them my aid. But, when I could see their faces in the dim light of the moon, I was stunned into silence. They were, without question, the three most beautiful women I had ever seen. They had such pale skin; I remember marveling at it. Even the little black-haired girl, whose features were Mexican, was porcelain in the moonlight. They all seemed young, still young enough to be called girls. I knew they were not lost members of our party. I would have remembered seeing these three.

Jasper paused, taking a breath and squeezing my hand to recenter himself. 

“A few days later,” he said, “I was introduced to my new life. Their names were Maria, Nettie, and Lucy. They hadn’t been together long — Maria had rounded up the other two — all three were survivors of recently lost battles. Theirs was a partnership of convenience. Maria wanted revenge and her territories back. 

The others were eager to increase their herd lands. They were assembling an army and going about it more carefully than usual. It was Maria’s idea. She wanted a superior army, so she sought out specific humans who had potential. 

Then, she gave us much more attention and training than anyone else had bothered with. She taught us to fight, and she taught us to be invisible to humans. When we did well, we were rewarded. . . .” He paused, editing again.

 “She was in a hurry, though. Maria knew that the massive strength of the newborn began to wane around the year mark, and she wanted to act while we were strong. There were six of us when I joined Maria’s band. She added four more within a fortnight. We were all male — Maria wanted soldiers — making it slightly more challenging to keep from fighting amongst ourselves. I fought my first battles against my new comrades in arms. I was quicker than the others and better at combat. Maria was pleased with me, though she said she had to keep replacing the ones I had destroyed. I was rewarded often, and that made me stronger. Maria was a good judge of character. She put me in charge of the others — as if I were being promoted. It suited my nature exactly. The casualties dropped dramatically, and our numbers swelled to around twenty. This was considerable for the cautious times we lived in. My ability, as yet undefined, to control the emotional atmosphere around me was vitally practical. We soon began working together in a way that newborn vampires had never cooperated. Even Maria, Nettie, and Lucy could work together more efficiently.

“Maria grew quite fond of me — she began to depend on me. And I hate to admit this, but I worshipped the ground she walked on. I had no idea that any other life was possible. Maria told us this was the way things were, and we believed. “She asked me to tell her when my brothers and I were ready to fight, and I was eager to prove myself. I pulled together an army of twenty-three unbelievably strong new vampires, organized and skilled as no others before, and Maria was ecstatic. After successfully fulfilling her plans, she became greedy. It wasn’t long before she began to eye other cities. 

That first year, she extended her control to cover most of Texas and northern Mexico. Then the others came from the South to dislodge her.” He brushed two fingers along the faint pattern of scars on his arm. 

“The fighting was intense. Many began to worry that the Volturi would return. Of the original twenty-three, I was the only one to survive the first eighteen months. We both won and lost. Nettie and Lucy turned on Maria eventually and were killed quickly.

My life continued in the same violent pattern, and the years passed. I was sick of it all for a long time before anything changed. It wasn't until decades later I developed a friendship with a newborn who’d remained useful and survived his first three years against the odds. His name was Peter. I liked Peter; he was . . . civilized — I suppose that’s the right word. He didn’t enjoy the fight, though he was good at it. “He was assigned to deal with the newborns — babysit them, you could say. It was a full-time job. “And then it was time to purge again. The newborns were outgrowing their strength; they were due to be replaced. Peter was supposed to help me dispose of them. We took them aside individually, you see, one by one . . . It was always a very long night. This time, he tried to convince me that a few had potential, but Maria instructed us to eliminate them all. I told him no. “We were about halfway through, and I felt it was taking a significant toll on Peter. I was trying to decide whether or not I should send him away and finish up myself as I called out the next victim. To my surprise, he was suddenly angry, furious. I braced for whatever his mood might foreshadow — he was a good fighter but never a match for me. 

“The newborn I’d summoned was a female, just past her year mark. Her name was Charlotte. His feelings changed when she came into view; they gave him away. He yelled for her to run, and he bolted after her. I could have pursued them, but I didn’t. I felt . . . averse to destroying him. “Maria was irritated with me for that . . .

 “Five years later, Peter snuck back for me. He picked a good day to arrive. Maria was at her wits end with me. He told me about his new life with Charlotte and options I’d never dreamed of. They’d never fought in five years, though they’d met many others in the north. Others who could co-exist without the constant mayhem.  He soon convinced me to just leave with him, and I was ready to go; it was a relief I wouldn’t have to kill Maria. I’d been her companion for as long as Carlisle and Edward had been together, yet our bond was nowhere near as strong. 

I think it's because when you live for the fight, for the blood, the relationships you form are tenuous and easily broken. I walked away without a backward glance. I traveled with Peter and Charlotte for a few years, getting the feel of this new, more peaceful world. And though everything was better, I still felt hollow and empty, like an empty killing machine putting on a mask to try to hide. That lasted years until one day Alice found me. 

“He kept me waiting long enough to, " Alice says, returning to the group now that the story's horrors are over. 

My apologies, ma’am.” 

“If it weren't for Alice telling me my future, I wouldn't be here. I would never have met you, my star.” Jasper said, smiling sadly at me, almost as if waiting for me to leave him for the story; instead, I once more curled myself in his arms, partially to hide my sad face from his tell but also to bind him to me. The faraway look in his eyes scared me more than anything. 

“I'm so sorry, Jasper. You didn't deserve any of that. I wish, I wish.”…(

I would have thought to find you sooner; I could have saved you from so much pain.)

“It's all right, love. While the past was hard, waiting for you was worth it,” he says again, kissing me softly.

Norns, I wish I could kidnap Jasper and take him back with me where nothing would have to hurt him again, somewhere he'd be happy and free—all of them. That's my wish. Yet the natural world continues to stop me as I notice Alice stiffening up and staring into the far treeline.

“Alice, are you okay?” I ask, separating from Jasper as he also goes to check on his sister.

“She’s fine, you two,” Rue says, coming to hug her girlfriend. She's just nervous. Her visions don't work when the wolves are involved. She doesn’t know how this will play out, which is not a feeling she is used to. 

And they’re almost here.” 

Seeing Rue, has Alice handled. Jasper gently nudges me in Bellas's direction. The young girl is now even more depressed if that is possible,

I give him a final squeeze, kissing his cheek and leaving him with Emmett. He gives me a cheeky smile, nudging me towards her. 

“hey, bells.

“Hey elara”

‘You ok” 

“No, I'm not. This is all happening because of me, and now all my friends have to learn to fight deadly newborns and have the chance of getting seriously hurt or dying.

“Bella, I promise you it will be ok. Everyone here is here because they love you and want you to be part of their family. Like my mother always tells me, family sticks together; everything will work out if you have the love of your family behind you. 

“Thanks, Elara. Are you ok? After that story

“I can't lie and say I am, but Jasper says the past is the past, so I believe him. For now, anyway, I smile laughingly. 

Edward announces to the crowd, “The wolves are almost here, but I'm going to have to translate for them.” 

“What, why?” I ask  

“Cause they don't trust us in their human forms.”

“Understandable. This is hard for them. I'm just grateful they are coming at all,” Carlisle adds solemnly. Bella just stares at Edward. 

”They’re coming as wolves?” He stares back, gently nodding. I see thoughts forming behind his eyes. But before I can comment on it, a strange gleam enters Edward's eyes as he quickly turns away from Carlisle and the others. 

“Prepare yourselves; they've been holding out on us.

“What do you mean?” Rue asks from next to Alice 

Shh, he cautioned and stared past her into the darkness of the woods. The Cullens' informal circle suddenly widened into a loose line with Jasper and Emmett at the spear point. I could tell Edward wished he was in the front with them, but he tightened his hold on Bella's hand. 

Damn, Emmett mutters under his breath. Did you ever see anything like that? Esme and Rose exchange wide-eyed glances 

“What’s the problem?

“The pack has grown, "Edward mutters to me. I guess the Cullens didn’t know others had joined the pack; as I finally saw the ten wolves step into the clearing, I could recognize a few like Paul, Quil, and Jared, but the others I hadn’t seen in wolf form that day at the pack's house. Carlisle took a slow and deliberate step forward. 

“Welcome,” he greeted the wolves. 

“Thank you,” Edward responded in a flat tone. I immediately realized that the words were coming from the large black wolf at the front of the group. I'm guessing this was Sam.

We will watch and listen, but no more. That's already asking a lot of our self-control.”

“That is more than enough,” Carlisle answered. “My son, Jasper,” he gestured to where Jasper stood, tensed and ready. 

“Has experience in this area. He will teach us how they fight and how they are to be defeated. I'm sure you can apply this to your hunting style.” Carlisle finishes stepping behind Jasper's tense form. 

“They are different from you? Edward asked for Sam.

Carlisle nodded, “They are all very new—only months old to this life—children, in a way. They will have no skill or strategy, but they will have brute strength. Tonight, their numbers stand at twenty, according to our dear Alice. That's ten for you and ten for us. It shouldn’t be too difficult.”

“And there’s also a chance the numbers may go down,” Alice adds quickly. Or you could add silently.

“Yes, Alice is correct; the new ones tend to fight amongst themselves if not adequately trained and corralled,” Carlisle states. A rumbling sound and a low growl pass down through the shadowy line of wolves.

“We are willing to take more than our share if necessary.” Edward translated his tone somewhat less indifferent if that was possible.

 Carlisle, ever the diplomat, just smiles. “ We’ll see how it plays out.”

“Do you know how they will arrive 

“They’ll come across the mountains in four days in the late morning. That information makes my eyes go wide. I'll have to start preparations for everything sooner than I thought.

“Thank you for the information. We will watch.”

With a sigh and some rustling, the wolves found a suitable place to rest and watch the Cullens. It was silent momentarily before Jasper stepped into the space between the vampires and the werewolves.

“Carlisle is right. They’ll fight like children. The two most important things you’ll need to remember are first, don't let them get their arms around you, and second, don't go for the obvious kill. That’s all they’ll be prepared for. They'll be too confused to respond effectively if you approach them from the side and keep moving. Emmett?” Jasper jesters him over. Emmett stepped out of the line with a massive smile on his face.

Oh, Odin, I can already tell where this is going.

Jasper backed towards the far end of the clearing and waved Emmett forward. 

“Okay, Emmett will demonstrate first; he’s the best example of a newborn attack.” Emmett's eyes narrowed quickly, turning his head to me. 

“Elara, I'm going to have to apologize to you later; after I beat Jaspers ass, do know I'll try not to break anything.” He says, turning back towardsJasperr.

Jasper just grinned. “What I meant is that Emmett relies on his strength. He's very straightforward about his attacks, the same as the newborns. Just go for the easy kill Emmett.” Jasper backed up a few more paces, his body tensing.

“Ok, Emmett, try to catch me.”

At that,t they were off. If I was mortal, I’m sure I wouldn’t be able to see anything happening if the bewildered look on Bella's face said anything. Jasper was a blur as Emmett charged him like a bear, grinning while he snarled. While Emmett was incredibly quick, Jasper was quicker. Jasper became a ghost, and whenever Emmett seemed like he was going to catch him, his fingers would find nothing but air. I see Edward keenly forward, eyeing the battle intently. Then it all froze Emmett at a standstill; Jasper had him from behind his teeth an inch from his throat. Emmett cussed as a muttering rumble of appreciation was heard from the watching wolves.

“Again.” Emmett barks out, ready for round two.

 “Oh no, it’s my turn,” Edward protests beside Bella. I watch as her fingers tense around his hand.

“In a minute, I want to show the girls something. First, he says, winking back at me. I just shake my head at his sudden cheekiness.  Going back to Edward, he says, "I know you’ve been worried about Bella as I have Elara. So Alice, if you please." 

Alice dances into the circle, looking as meek and small as possible. Rue just watched on with a smile.

“I know you worry about her; I want to show you why that's unnecessary.”

Though I know, Jasper would never hurt Alice. I mean, she was his best friend. I was still anxious to see what would happen. Jasper sinks back into a crouch as Alice still stands there motionless. Jasper springs towards her, using his inhuman speed to disappear suddenly, only to reappear on the other side of her. Alice appears not to have moved at all.

“Wait, what?” Bella says out loud. Rue just laughs and tells us to keep watching. Jasper wheeled and launched himself at Alice again, only to land in help behind her, just like the first time, all while Alice stood there smiling.

Interesting. I watched Alice now instead of looking for Jasper and finally saw what was happening. She was moving- I missed it, distracted watching my love train. She was taking small steps to the side just as Jasper was about to grab her. Jasper closed in, and Alice began to move even faster. Like a lethal dance, Alice spun and twisted and curled her body in on herself as Jasper continued to lunge and reach for her, never being able to touch her. Then, as we finish the dance, Alice finally disappears, leaving Jasper to look around quickly. Out of nowhere, Alice reappears perched on Jasper's back, her teeth hovering at his neck. 

“Gotcha. She laughs out, jumping down. Jasper just chuckles and throws his hands up in surrender.

“Alice, you are truly one frightening little thing,” I say, studying the girl.

 “Alice is a perfect example of not underestimating anyone due to their stature. Just because someone may look like an easy kill doesn't mean they will be.

Weary mutterings are heard from the wolves as Edward slyly smirks. I look at him puzzled. He shrugs and says it's good for the wolves to learn some respect before loudly saying he called the next dibs on training.

Alice and Rue come to take Edward's place. 

“Cool, huh?” Alice asks us. “Very,” Bella replies. I agree. I am not looking away from Edward as he glides noiselessly towards Jasper, and his movements are lithe like a cat.

 When I hear Alice tell Bella, she has her eye on her. My gaze flicked back over to them; Alice’s expression was reproachful. 

“I'll warn him if your plans get any more defined.” She threatened in the same low murmur she had just spoken in. “It doesn’t help anyone if you are in danger, Bella. Both of you. Elara, I may not be able to see your future as I can, Bellas, but I know you're just as worried as she is; what you both need to understand is none of us would stop; we would all still fight to protect you guys.”

 I desperately want to tell Alice I can protect myself and everyone else who will let me, but the words refuse to come out of my mouth. If I were to say to them now, it may change the future that's already been set, and the fear of it becoming the one where they get hurt is a dead weight in my stomach.

A sound pulls me out of my thoughts; I see Edward has closed in on Jasper now, and the fight is more even than the others. Jasper had centuries of experience to guide him, but Edward could read thoughts, which put Jasper at a tactical disadvantage. They came at each other repeatedly; neither one could gain the advantage. Instinctive snarls and smack talk erupting constantly. It was almost hard to walk but harder to look away. Now and then, the sharp eyes of the wolves would catch my attention, seemingly to be learning a lot, even though I can’t decide if it's a good thing. 

Eventually, Carlisle cleared his throat, ending the match. Jasper laughed and took a step back. Edward straightened up and grinned at him. 

“Back to work,” Jasper consented. “Well, just call it a draw.”

The rest of the Cullens take turns, all under Jasper's careful eye.

As Carlisle stated at the end of the training period, the time came and went: “We'll be doing this again tomorrow. Please feel welcome to observe again.” 

“Yes,” Edward answered in Sam’s incredible voice. We’ll be here.” The pack also thought it would be helpful for them to be familiar with all of our scents so they don't make mistakes later if we could hold still for a moment.”

“Certainly,” Carlisle says to Sam. 

The Cullens and Bella all come forward. I step towards Jasper. The pack comes forward and takes their sniffs, the Cullens stiffening. I can’t blame them, but all I want to do is pet them all. I'm an animal lover. What can I say?

Everyone is lightly chatting, the wolves huffing and growling at one another. I wish I could keep this scene in mind and keep everyone here safe and happy. But I know this needs to happen, and I can do nothing to stop it.

 All I can do is make sure the outcome changes. 

[cipheramnesia]

Not to be whiny, and feel free to tell me off if I am, but where did you get a "good" polycule? I used to visit a lot of queer/poly munches/meetups but always got bullied for being "the wrong kind of trans" (I'm amab nonbinary) or "too weird for us" (I'm also autistic), and most queer people I've met outside of those were not interested in keeping contact because they already had a polycule and I "wasn't worth it". Idk what to do, finding people to be with seems so easy for everyone here . . .

I don't think there's one right way to go about it, because relationships are so chaotic and personal, and polyamory makes it even more so.

For me a lot of it is like, a good polycule starts at home, with my nonbinary wife and myself being a pretty strongly committed couple, we both have a lot of the tools in the toolbox that support better relationships with new partners. Stuff like being good at talking about stuff and working together and not letting little stuff become huge deal breakers and just kind of finding ways we fit and work well as a couple and how to compromise with stuff that makes friction. We both have good grounding in accommodating each other and speaking up. Which makes it sound like more negotiation than love, but a big thing is how much love cements us.

And so you know when you meet new people you already know how to work with them and care for them and it still takes time to learn how it coalesces into the existing relationship but that main core compassion helps in the phase where everyone is feeling out one another's needs.

But there's privilege elements like, me being able bodied and my brain worms being fairly easy to cope with and having an okay employment situation and owning a house and being like at least okay looking by conventional western standards is all stuff that affects how other people see me as a partner, and it's sucky that these are factors, but I can't pretend they're not. I can function kind of as the cement holding our house together and it's not through some innate arcane poly magic, but because of social privileges built around able bodied etc etc people.

There's some dumb luck too, because frankly a lot the stuff I have is by chance more than design. We wouldn't own a house if my mom hadn't died of cancer and got a giant life insurance pay out for example. And having Your Space that can handle a partner or two makes a difference because the other thing is schedules are a damn nightmare. I have a girlfriend a only see every other month or so because we both have our own core and households and lives, and sure we don't wanna apply like hierarchy to relationships either but the time factors of partners you live with and partners you don't are substantially different. So, you know, you may find a lot of cases where it's not easy to see a partner who lives with one of their other partners. Life's just like that and I cannot stress enough how fucky schedules are in polyamory.

So like, basically take everything that's complicated about a monogamous relationship and make it more, and that's polyamory. On my end it was just a collection of factors mostly out of my control that ended up with myself and and my wife in a good place to build a polycule around ourselves and we met a bunch of people we fit well with. But it doesn't have to go that way either, maybe you just kinda date around, don't have to like settle down with a specific person or people. Or end up with a buncha queerplatonic friends together. Or something else.

I'm not super good at relationship advice, due to the mostly dumb luck stuff but for factors you can control, it's pretty much don't be a doormat about your needs, but do make sure you're accommodating what's also going to be the many, many different needs of multiple partners.

[the-white-soul]

Flowey: This doesn't help convince Chara some humans are good! No one here should be getting stabbed. Not Chara or Kara or even Dess!

*Flowey wraps his vines around the wound tightly as they're on the way to get help.* Dess, you live in this world. Do you know the closest place to get medical help? If not we could help Kara ourselves, but this is bad. *Flowey does some magic healing, which does wonders for HP, but little for physical injuries like these.*

Actually, don't know if anyone will take us in... Not after the whole scene I made. I still think that was the right thing to do but still.... They'll remember all our faces. Let's just go to Toriel's house, quickly. I'm sure she'll have some bandages and dressings. Then you can lay down.

(Dess) "Don't worry, I'll get the monster ambulance. Wait, you're not a monster, s***." (Kara) "It's fine. Put the cloth on, and it'll heal itself in time." (Dess) "If that's how your world works." *Dess puts it on his arm, luckily his left arm. They're a right-handed kid.* (Kara) "I can only become a monster with a monster soul and usually are stable for around an hour. Suffice it to say I'm not killing to fix my wound." They look at each other and laugh. (Dess) "Thanks for saying I shouldn't get stabbed, Flowey. That means something to you. Also, can me and Kara be alone for a second? Everyone else went away, but not too far. Kara, it's no secret that you and I should settle our relationship." (Kara) "They nod. I can't in good conscience be with you. I tortured you for a while. I have a seeking feeling you'll always be afraid of me." (Dess) "That's fine. My sister was afraid of everything." (Kara) "Look where that got us." (Dess) "She looked at a clock tower and laughed to herself. You know this was the same time I left your universe. 7 pm. Okay, what's another reason for you not being with me? Noelle wouldn't care and would probably be happy." (Kara) "Flowey has shown me what a good friend should be. Kind, supporting, loving, and kind. You and I both know how mean you can get." (Dess) "So can you! Plus, why do you care so much about that Flower? He seems to be the one mean to you." (Kara) "You take that back! Flowey is my best friend and a much better friend than anyone I've ever been with besides maybe Noelle. You don't get to say he's wrong. Do you think he's mean to me?" (Dess) "Well, yes, of course he is. He's always so condescending." (Kara) "You're one to talk. I might not like Toriel as much as others, but I'm not at your level of rudeness. I can't be a girlfriend to someone like that." (Dess) "Hypocrate." (Kara) "I'm just saying it now. I'm not even sure if we should be friends. I wish your Dad disapproved of us. Your Mom was smarter than you'll ever be." (Dess) "Don't leave me. I have no one left to love like you!" (Kara) "Well, I'm very sorry, FOR THE INCONVINCE OF ME NOT GIVING A FUCK!!!" (John) "Um, we heard some of that." (Kara) "You did?" (John) "Replace some with all, and you've got it." (Kara) "Slaps their head. Alright, fine. Say what you need to say, and then we can say about Chara." Meanwhile

(Chara) "That's good. I never want to have someone betray me again. Want to know a secret? I'm the Flowey from Clover's dimension. Yep, that was me! I even made one of the monsters impossible to pass without killing them, forcing them into a neutral run. I'm the reason Clover destroyed an entire civilization. And I'd do it all over again if it'd get me a different outcome."

[lilmcttens]

Amity & (briefly Luz's) Strength analysis This is going to be a long post so strap in folks

I noticed this. Did anyone else notice this in canon? Amity Blight never fully went Multi-track. Unless of course, you all count the glyphs her girlfriend shared with her and taught her. From where I stand and have observed Amity herself is limited. The one magic she excels in is clearly Abomination magic without a doubt! She would like to hear how her brother and sister went into multiple tracks.

I noticed in canon that Amity never fully went Multi-track unless you count the glyphs her girlfriend shared with her and taught her. So Amity is pretty limited to the one magic she excels in with that said I think she would be very interested in how her brother and sister went to multiple tracks. (My friend and I both agree she could have learned more spells if she wanted to.) but of course, for that to happen she needed to apply herself or on the other hand, be taught by someone else.

Sometimes at the end of the day, I wonder if Thorne Vault is the only plant spell she knows from a sports movie no less. After all, She did need to master two spells Abominations and Fire! (I think.) Yet that was only possible through learning to do so with her older sibling's help. They inspired her to try and beat their highest scores. After she learns the fire spell we see her use fire countless times throughout the series. It's yet another example of her reluctance to step outside of her abomination comfort zone (despite being a top student at the time.)

I've as well as we've all seen her use Luz's glyph. She fails at drawing them herself because she has a reluctance to use her non-dominant hand and it appears to frustrate her more that she cannot seem to draw a perfect circle. (Amity is left-handed that's been seen in canon!) Just like Eda, it seems glyphs just appear to annoy her because she can't get them to do what she wants. Hence why she's so used to abomination magic. As we all know Abominations just do what their creators/masters want.

I'd even go as far as to say by-golly! Amity here is so used to doing the magic the spell circle way. If you compare that to her drawing a spell circle the way she learned since she was able to conjure magic as a child. Little Miss Perfect is pretty stubborn in her efforts to get things right; Now obviously, it's a learned behavior. It's engrained so deeply in her that she had the smallest light circle when she finally used her dominant hand to draw one in puppet form! (Which while impressive that she did so as a puppet it's also pretty weak.)

There's a theory I have with plant magic. (I would think) Someone would have to be a nurturing caring person I think meanwhile Amity just molds heaps of magic mud and organic material. Our Willow can do this and so much more. Meanwhile, The first thing that Flower does when she shows up is shrivel and I think it has a lot to do with her influence on Willow and hints she may not be the strongest at plant magic as blights and plants don't mix.

She used to do things just doing what she commands which makes me think. She may not be very great at plants/plant magic? Not to mention how her last name "Blight" as we know is known as a disease upon plants or other living things. From what I have gathered and observed even with glyphs (the titan's magic) Amity visibly appears pretty weak with plants. She even asked Luz in "Reaching Out" this quote: "How do you get it to do what you want?"-Amity. (Even then she's still thinking like an abomination witch. Because I kinda doubt plants are the same way.)

This! The thorn vault briefly is the only ever other time (I've) We've seen her use plant-like magic but this time she had her staff to help her. (it's hard to say... It somewhat confirms my thoughts in the way abominations are just masses of muck and muddy organic mass.)

(Don't get me wrong I've seen Amity do some very impressive things it's just that how often has it been out of the strength of her own magic? here clearly using fire and abomination magic combined! She's not all that tough without her brains and ingenuity bailing her out. Had Hunter not been so worn out and with a magic staff he was not familiar with using he could have possibly beat her in the fight.)

This young witch's strengths lie in the muck and mud!

However, it seems her magic is only at its strongest when she is at full energy in comparison to the B-Brawl!

In terms of physical strength, 14 to 15-year-old Amity doesn't appear to be very physically strong either? Willow was able to pull a lever down with one hand! Then you have her childhood friend who despite using two hands struggles to bring an air balloon lever down.

(I suppose this is why Amity's typically the one carried around by Luz a lot of the time. She just did not have the muscle capacity to lift Luz yet, while Luz has had all the practice in the world!)

(We see Amity lift Luz one time off the ground and it's for a few seconds though that lets us know she got stronger over time!?)

This is my analysis. (As my muse I write, and I have to find her limitations and strengths this helps me to better myself when a battle or duel is going on. This is how her spells affect her in a 1v1 duel.) (Still one of my favorite shared lines from Gus and Willow is "Luz has a staff." "Why does that make me nervous?")

Also yes I'd love to do a short one for Luz! Well to cut it short she's very, very talented with glyph magic, and seeing how Stringbean was So powerful when her palisman started to hatch. They may struggle with communicating with each other at first. Through the years until she grows up to the year the time skip epilogue takes place where they have grown to understand each other a lot and found a way to continue the magic.

We have seen what Luz can do with King's dad's powers. Even how dark her magic is so pretty and deadly I imagine after this experience she and Stringbean became closer. (I would wager) Doing magic in any sort of typical way will probably not be Luz's strongest suit no bile sack and all.

[battyaboutbooksreviews]

🦇 Fly With Me Book Review 🦇

Rating: ⭐⭐⭐⭐

❝ They were mirrors in a way. Both of them watching their loved ones suffer. Both unable to help in any meaningful way. Both coping--one with work and the other with a list. Both scared shitless of hurting the other one. ❞

❓ #QOTD What are you afraid of? ❓ ⚠️ Content Warnings: Terminal illness, chronic illness, misogyny, toxic relationship, grief, traumatic brain injury

🦇 ER nurse Olive Murphy's fear of flying doesn't stop her from getting on a plane to honor her brother, but it seems her fear is misplaced. A medical emergency forces Olive to leap out of her seat and into action, only for the flight to get redirected. She would have missed the marathon she was meant to run at Disney if not for Allied Airlines pilot Stella Soriano; a gorgeous, type A woman who captivates Olive with a glance. They share a magical day at Disney together as the video of Olive saving a man's life goes viral (after all, she did TECHNICALLY save Mickey Mouse), prompting an uptick in positive press and sales for the airline. Stella sees it as an opportunity to earn her long-deserved promotion and asks Olive to play the role of her fake girlfriend as they generate more press. Can Olive stand playing a fake role when her heart is already on a one-way flight?

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My Thoughts:

💜 Get ready for a sassy, steamy, sapphic love story bound to soar into your heart. Andie Burke's debut novel has a little of everything; an insta-crush, fake dating (complete with a binder full of rules and research!), sharp and witty banter, plus some real and raw mental health rep. Between their anxieties, family responsibilities, and messy emotions, both Olive and Stella are relatable main characters you can't help but fall in love with. Sparks fly from the moment Olive and Stella meet, and Olive's mega-crush is adorable without making her seem adolescent. We gain a lot of insight into both characters' lives despite the fact that the story sticks with Olive's POV, which isn't always an easy feat. The prose is descriptive but not overly flowery, but it's the character development that really flies off the page. I absolutely adored Olive's best friend, too (imagine Felix from Orphan Black and get ready for ALL the gay sass).

💜 Burke does a wonderful job of normalizing mental health conditions without banging mental health rep over our heads. Olive's symptoms are as much a part of her as the heart-eyes she wears when Stella is in the room. After her (toxic) ex broke up with Olive because her anxiety disorder and panic attacks were "too much," Olive is afraid her symptoms will eventually scare Stella away. Meanwhile, Stella's responsibilities as her father's caretaker (who has Parkinson's) create the cracks in her type-A facade and show us why she's so committed to earning her promotion. Both characters encounter misogyny as well. While some readers might feel that there's too much going on, Burke carefully stacks these issues atop of one another. That's life; we're all juggling multiple conflicts, both internal and external. Read the quote I selected again. These women are mirror images of one another. Their struggles, while different on the surface, make it all the easier for them to empathize with and support each other. There's also no perfect, easy solution to the problems these women are facing because, again: that's life.

🦇 A part of me does wish this story split the POV, allowing us to see Stella's perspective. Keeping the focus on Olive ensured Stella's feelings for her remained hidden, but...come on. We all know where a sapphic romance novel is bound to end: with a sapphic romance. The "fake dating girlfriends with benefits" situation is where the story really gets messy. It's difficult to believe that Stella doesn't have romantic feelings for Olive at that point. The miscommunication trope is still my least favorite, but it lingers much too long in this one, leading to a not-at-all surprising third-act breakup. Even so, this remains the best sapphic romance I've read so far this year.

🦇 Recommended to fans of the fake dating trope, serious character development, and a heart-eyed, healing MC.

✨ The Vibes ✨ ✈️ Fake Dating ✈️ Bisexual MC ✈️ Sapphic Ship ✈️ Panic Attacks/Depression/Mental Health Rep ✈️ Debut Author

🦇 Major thanks to the author and publisher for providing an ARC of this book via Netgalley. 🥰 This does not affect my opinion regarding the book.

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Creepy romance books

Okay!

So I didn't expect to be posting again so soon, but I have something I wanna say to more than just my family.

So as I might have mentioned...literally like two minutes ago, I am trying to write.

I do not plan to write romance novels, but I might still want to include relationships in my work.

For that reason, and that reason alone, I went to look for some romance books that include a trope I like.

In doing so I stumbled upon a video of books that use that particular trope.

"Huzzah!" I thought. "At last, a source of bountiful knowledge on this somehow niche topic!"

Imagine my disappointment when the very first book of the video completely bastardizes the trope I was looking into.

It didn't even just do it poorly, it totally corrupted it.

Which is a very funny joke...to me.

The book is called "Corrupt", okay?

What do you want from me, I'm not a comedian.

Anyway, the synopsis of the book is as follows:

Erika I was told that dreams were our heart’s desires. My nightmares, however, became my obsession. His name is Michael Crist. My boyfriend’s older brother is like that scary movie that you peek through your hand to watch. He is handsome, strong, and completely terrifying. The star of his college’s basketball team and now gone pro, he’s more concerned with the dirt on his shoe than me. But I noticed him. I saw him. I heard him. The things that he did, and the deeds that he hid…For years, I bit my nails, unable to look away. Now, I’ve graduated high school and moved on to college, but I haven’t stopped watching Michael. He’s bad, and the dirt I’ve seen isn’t content to stay in my head anymore. Because he’s finally noticed me. Michael Her name is Erika Fane, but everyone calls her Rika. My brother’s girlfriend grew up hanging around my house and is always at our dinner table. She looks down when I enter a room and stills when I am close. I can always feel the fear rolling off of her, and while I haven’t had her body, I know that I have her mind. That’s all I really want anyway. Until my brother leaves for the military, and I find Rika alone at college. In my city. Unprotected. The opportunity is too good to be true as well as the timing. Because you see, three years ago she put a few of my high school friends in prison, and now they’re out. We’ve waited. We’ve been patient. And now every last one of her nightmares will come true.

Already sounds pretty gross, right? But it gets worse!

Apparently Michael is planning to harm, or even kill Erika, because she somehow got some of his friends arrested?!

Hey dude, hey Michael. Fucking how? Okay? How are you and your buddies, all grown adults by now, gonna hold an 18 or 19 year old girl respnsible for their arrests? Is she a teenage detective? Did I miss that part of the summary or something?

Regardless, Michael gets close to Erika, intending to gain her trust before betraying her to his friends.

But uh oh! Michael falls for her! So now, he has to protect this girl from a situation HE put her in!

Honestly, I feel like a title like "Corrupt", coupled with it's description of "dark romance" perfectly encapsulates the nightmare that must lie between the covers of this book.

I hope to anything that might be listening that people stop feeling the need to write books like this.

Like seriously, just write likeable characters, okay?

I know it's not that hard to write characters that aren't either total dumbasses or awful people!

Just write about two decent people who have a healthy relationship, and let any drama you need to be able to, you know, have a plot, come from other people or situations.

Hell, you could have a romance that fits into another genre!

Superhero romance? Sure, maybe a pair of vigilantes are into each other and their relationship is the focus of the story rather than the crime fighting.

Fantasy romance? Great! Two characters in a magical setting with cool magical crap going on who also love each other, write about that!

Why does every "romance" book have to be a toxic or even abusive relationship, huh?

It's gross, yucky.

Anyway, I think I've gotten that out of my system.

That's all for now,

Tyr