#because it was the only thing saving her from being smothered in her sleep by one seamus finnigan

[whinlatter]

Are we getting Deamus in your Dean fic? Or is it mostly about Dean/Ginny? Do you think Dean had feelings for Seamus when he was with Ginny? Or did Seamus get annoyed that Dean was always talking about Ginny?

the dean project (an eternal work in slow progress i will finish if it kills me) has deamus too never fear! it covers dean’s life from birth to age eighteen, so it doesn’t have a romantic endgame, but does explore young dean’s sexuality, so ginny and seamus both make appearances. and yes 100% seamus was fuming throughout that whole relationship. watching ginny on the quidditch pitch knowing she had his chaser spot AND his man? finnigan was frothing at the mouth, absolutely

[love-toxin]

Ellie i want astarion to fuck my mouth

im SO sorry queen i had to make the meow meow a lil emotionally vulnerable while im at it pls forgive me 🐸

(cws: gn!reader, vampire fuckery, bg3 spoilers, oral (m! receiving), teasing, possibly ooc astarion bc im only starting act 2 LOL, jealousy sex, deepthroating, a touch of feral/rough sex, facefucking, astarion is so in love it makes him look stupid <3)

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Once again, an evening spent with your mind somewhere else is interrupted by something you weren't expecting. The fire gleams from the pit and washes warmth across your face, a glow cast over your skin as you sit with your fingers white-knuckling a cold mug. Your companions are off on their own save for Scratch, who despite being a bit furrier than the tavern's normal patrons sleeps quietly at your feet. It barely took any convincing to let him in considering the rather stellar reputation you've earned yourselves–not to mention you're sharing a spot around the hearth with a couple frizzy-haired barbarians and a Tabaxi bard strumming out a tune on her lute. All seems peaceful, the noise just relaxed enough that you can let your mind wander about all manner of things. Ponder all sorts of worries you have yet to deal with on your adventure.

But it seems you're destined for an interruption. The back of your neck prickles from nowhere, a chill slithering coldly down your spine…from the corner of your eye you spot him, his pale hand vanishing behind a door on the second floor of the inn.

He's watching you. That's your cue, his methods of distraction always seeming so trivial and out of the way–he could always just come over and tap you on the shoulder. But Astarion likes the chase and isn't much of a fan of sincerity, so it's only natural for you to pass your half-empty mug off to one of the barbarians, get a bumbled shout of gratitude and a slap on the back, and slip away from the night's bustle of the tavern to thump your way up the winding stairs. All four of the rooms have been rented out by you and your party but one will sit empty tonight–aside from your gear, you're fairly certain your room will be unoccupied as you find other sleeping arrangements.

Tap tap. Just in case there's danger looming too close to comfort, you and your partner have a particular signal. Just as your knuckles come away from the door the tapping echoes back, tap tap, and you smother a grin as your fist closes around the knob for you to step inside.

The oak door thuds behind you at once and clicks softly as the latch falls in place. Nothing but the ire of a god or a drunken ogre could interrupt you now….but there's not much to interrupt if there's only one of you here, and as your eyes sweep the simple room you don't spot hide nor hair of your darling creature of the night. You've got a teasing remark on the tip of your tongue, ready to let loose-

"Don't. Move."

-But before you can even take a breath, there's a blade's edge digging into your throat and a cold, lean body pressed up against your backside. Effectively caught between a rock and a hard place. Prey. Astarion's whispered commands, however deep and punctuated they are, only send shivers of delight through you rather than true fear–and you find yourself struck with a dumb grin, not at all immune to the soft touch of his lips as they graze your tender neck from behind. He's got his arm pulled so snug around your waist it feels more like the grasp of a lover than a robbery, but that's because it is.

"Light on valuables, huh?" You tease over your shoulder, your hands braced against his arm as it holds the knife so dangerously close to your pulse point.

"You aren't. Show me what you've got, or I'll look myself." He murmurs back, breath cool as it puffs shallowly against your skin. It's somehow sweet when he tries to be so hard-to-get with you–maybe, you wonder, he doesn't yet realize how attached you are to him despite all you've been through already. Enough that you don't feel the bite of harsh, real danger in your peripheral, which sooner leads him to loosen his grip and push you forward with a palm on the base of your spine–all while tugging the knife out of the way, of course. If you asked him, he'd say it's because it would be a waste to spill such divine blood all over the ground.

As you turn yourself around to face him, you come eye-to-eye with the glaring tip of the knife yet again. Astarion is half-dressed, a bit disheveled, looking as though he's on the cusp of needing a drink again. Those carmine-coloured eyes echo some deep, violent desperation, one that shakes his voice as he commands you with total sincerity to strip.

"Will you join me?" You ask, your voice tinged with adoring hope. It irritates him, hope. Usually, at least. Usually it doesn't rub him as wrong when you're the one with hope in your heart, but evidently tonight is different if his scoff is anything to go by.

"That depends." His gaze flits away as he worries his lower lip between his teeth, not as careful about nicking it with his fangs as he usually is. Something surely must be wrong if he's acting so strange, especially since nothing has happened lately that's seemed to upset him…at least not that he's told you. It could be something else entirely, or something you don't have any idea about. Once he meets your eyes again, the hand he's gripping the dagger in lowers slowly. It was just a prop, after all–never a real threat. "...So long as you don't forget who you pledged your love to. Me. I won't stand for all this…this nonsense I've seen of late."

You cock your head in reply with a raised brow, questioning and curious of what on earth he could be referring to. Astarion rolls his eyes but it's most assuredly a gesture to mask how weak your sincerity makes him, your honesty painfully boring but, at the same time, endlessly endearing. With a sigh he tosses the knife aside in an arc, the handle flipping over blade for it to fall perfectly on the tip, sunk half an inch into the table by the bed. He's got his attention locked on it for long enough that the shuffling of fabric is what turns his head back towards you, his tongue flicking out to wet his lips on instinct as he watches your clothing slip off your positively tantalizing figure.

"We're gonna have to pay for that, you know." Whatever you're saying goes right through both ears, the way your giggles shake your shoulders being all that he can focus on right now. He can barely tear his eyes away once you've wiggled out of your bottoms, and you're swift to remind him of his stare when you cheekily throw the travel-worn trousers in his direction. But all he does is grab a handful of them and press them to his face, not soaking in the scent as much as the undeniable warmth from just coming off your legs. They're only an introduction, however. They're tossed right back at you without pause, and fall to the floor in a heap that Astarion carelessly steps over to get to you. To get closer. He can never really get close enough, ever.

Even an inch away from you, though, your love does nothing to close that last shred of distance between you. Where he was eager to touch you just a few minutes ago, now he keeps his hands down like he's nervous about grazing you with just his fingertips. But despite that you can clearly see how he keeps eyeing your lips, so if he won't meet you the rest of the way, you simply have to do it for him. A quick peck on the chin is too much yet not enough–he endures a noticeable quiver through his body that he tries to stifle, but he can't resist raising a hand to your neck and tilting your head higher, just enough that you won't miss this time when he plants his mouth on yours. Deeper this time, much deeper, with his tongue making an appearance to slither from a cold embrace to your unbearably hot one.

You'd love nothing more than to take it further right here, right now, but there's something stopping Astarion that you'd like to get to the bottom of. Just as he's getting a little lost in your kiss, his eyes shut and fangs scraping at your delicate tongue as it moves with his, you break it off with a warm hand pressed to his chest and bring him back to your unspoken question.

"Azzy, what's wrong?"

"Don't call me that," He snaps back suddenly, brow furrowed in immediate annoyance. He doesn't move away though–clearly you're a bit too enticing for him to rethink the embrace he has you in, nor the fact that you're bare and warm for nobody else but him. "So childish. Or did you simply forget my name already?"

"I could never forget you. Now tell me what's wrong, Az. You're acting weird."

This time, he just shoots you a glare that could kill you on the spot. It's damning, his fury terrifying enough written so plainly on his face….but it also stirs up something within you that won't be sated by words alone.

"Last time, darling. I'm warning you. And it's nothing. Just…" A shake of his head sends his perfect curls flying about, each one falling back into place more perfectly than he's coming across right now. "...I wish you had been around when I was alive. That's all."

"What do you mean?"

"The others are all…alive. Breathing. Warm. Some of them look at you like–like you aren't with me. Like they could sweep you off your feet without even a thought." He says it with so much defeat in his tone, so gently with so soft an edge that you almost can't hear it with the muffled sounds of the tavern under your feet. It's rare to hear him sound so…sad. It's a bit odd to think, but he often comes off younger than he is when he speaks this way. "Maybe, if…if I was with you, then…" He huffs, flinching away from your hand as it grazes his cheek. Yet, within a moment, he's turning back and nuzzling his face into your palm like he can't get enough, his hand coming up to brace your delicate wrist as if he's afraid you really will pull away from him. "...If I was with you, maybe I would never be what I am now."

"But I like who you are now." You insist, the smile slowly returning as it creases the edges of your lips. "I love you, Astarion. I mean it, I always will. Forever."

"Forever is a very long time, my sweet." You shoot him that naive look like you don't really get the gravity of what you're saying. You don't, on second thought–you haven't suffered through two immortal centuries like he has. "...Fine. You love me? Prove it, then."

His tone grows dark, as does the once-vibrant colour in his eyes. Something swirls about behind them like a shadow in the water of a blood-red lake.

"On your knees."

Huh?

"I said," The air grows hot around you despite the chill of his body on yours, a purr rising in the back of his throat as he pushes very gently on your shoulder. "Get on your knees."

And with his command hanging in the air, you follow so obediently you give him a pleasing shiver down the length of his spine and back. You sink down to the floor in one long, fluid motion, barely breaking eye contact as you brace yourself against his pale thighs. They don't even need your touch to come undressed, his pants falling with his thumbs hooked into the waist and tugged down just as easily as you did. He wastes no time in stepping out of them and kicking them away, but he doesn't really have the option to when you're already mesmerized by the image of what lies beneath–once the tip of his flushed, heavy cock sprung free of catching on his belt, you had your gaze glued to it like it's the first time you've ever laid eyes on him.

"I'll never get tired of this view." He smirks, all pompous and smug with no idea of the test of self-control he's about to face. Because although you may be the one beneath him, where you belong in this scenario, the haze over your eyes as you stare openly should be enough of a tell that your mouth is already watering. Astarion's gentle humming hits your ears as he takes himself in hand, tugging out a few slow strokes for your entertainment before he settles on holding it by the base, and guides it down towards your lips. He's so pale everywhere else that the ruddiness of the rubbery head is almost uncanny, but the pale pink blush that spreads throughout gives his flesh such a delicate look that you can't help but dive right in.

One slow, tentative lick up the tip, and Astarion has it written all over his face–he isn't going to be finished until you've got some bruises, that's for sure. You try another and he finally gets a grip on your head, fingers woven through your hair to keep you steady and to calm his trembling hands. Those soft kitten licks are always his weakness, each one a bit braver and deeper but peppered with hot little kisses in between. You press them all down the shaft and back, smearing the stiff flesh with spit and giving him a tongue bath that feels like it never ends–not that he wants it to, though. Those shaky breaths overhead are a telltale sign otherwise.

"More," He purrs, half-needy and half-demanding in the same breath. You kiss over his knuckles that still grip the base of his shaft, and can't help but smile up at him as he quietly taps the head against your lips, tap tap. Twice he knocks and begs silently for entry, and soon he releases a sigh from the depths of his belly as you swallow him down and welcome him in. "Show me what I deserve."

Astarion certainly doesn't need to tell you twice, he barely needs to tell you once. As soon as he's settled snugly where he belongs, he lets go of the grasp he had and watches in awe as you swallow. Every inch he thinks you can't take more of disappears inside your mouth, slid further and further until he starts to curve into the bend of your throat and loses the last vestiges of his willpower. All his strength saps into you like his teeth on your flesh–where he stole your power in your blood, you take it back just as easily with a flick of your tongue and the incessant squeeze of your throat.

"Getting impatient? Already? We've only just begun, love." You can feel the heat of his eyes shift as they turn further downward, no clothing able to serve as a boundary to hide the needy grind of your thighs together as you kneel. The reaction of your body to his rather lewd commentary doesn't help you either, and in one sweep of his gaze over your exposed figure he can see everything you're thinking like it's written across your skin in ink. "Don't stop rubbing those legs together. Show me just how badly you want me, darling."

It might be more embarrassing if you didn't know Astarion had seen it all already, and that he would most definitely be seeing much more of everything below in the future. The fact that you trust him with those fangs around all your sensitive areas is touching…and it also means he trusts you enough to be a little rougher when you're returning the favour. You've degraded yourself to a humiliating extent by being with him, by getting down on your knees for him no less, and with him wrapped so tight and cozy in your throat he's got a look like he's ready to make himself at home.

With a moan slipped in between the pauses, your beloved curls his thumbs down behind the shell of each ear, his palms laid flat against your temples so he won't let go so easily. The drawing back is easy, his cock parting less and less of the space inside until he's barely brought it back to the tip–but just as you're getting in a taste of his salty sweat and bitterly rich arousal as it sits heavy on your tongue, Astarion flashes you a wink and braces your face for impact as he thrusts back in. Your heat coddles every inch of him and shakes loose a string of raspy moans from his chest, while the scrape of your nails against his thighs and your soft, squirming tongue pressed flat against his girth only has him burning hotter. The first time is a tight fit for sure, but as he enters into a steady rhythm of pulling out and gliding past your sweet, stretched lips, each buck of his hips grows smoother and it gets easier with time. Sooner than either of you expected, you barely have to focus at all–you can sit nicely and let your attention wander up to his lusty gaze, idly suckling at whatever he manages to stuff inside for as long as he's able to keep it there.

"I know it's on your mind already, but tell me I'm beautiful, my sweet." Astarion croons like a cat to a mouse, speaking so sweetly like he isn't still ravaging the most tender areas of your throat, and fucking away any possibility of you speaking properly for the next little while. And he shows no signs of stopping, your squeaky, muffled moans as he grinds the heft of his cock against your tongue too delicious for him to think about it. But eventually he does, managing somehow to pry himself off of your beautiful, fucked-out, spit-slicked face to give you a chance. "Go on. Speak."

"Please," You croak, head hazy and your face dark with warmth. "You're so beautiful, Astarion, please. I love you."

"Will you love me forever?" You nod, the answer barely a hair's breadth from your swollen lips.

"For eternity."

Astarion takes a moment, a pause that lasts a lifetime or more, but the genuine joy that starts to spread across his smile could keep you alive for a century of centuries. It's not one you see often or ever see, but that makes it just as precious as any gold or treasure you might come across in your lifetime.

"...Eternity it is then, darling." One of those cold hands moves to stroke your hair, his touch fleeting yet his grip tight with desire as you lean in for a kiss–not on his lips, but rather the tip of his dick, of which is absolutely soaked by your influence…and of his readiness for the end, as you can see by the veins pulsing up the sides and the whole length twitching with anticipation. You can feel those little spasms through your tongue as it meets his slit, Astarion's chest heaving and fangs glinting as he gives in to the urges to nestle himself back inside. As much as he wants a proper kiss, he'll get one as soon as those frantic hips slow completely instead of picking up speed as he meets your delectable heat again. He could be using you for his pleasure alone for another two hundred years, and in your endless desire to please him you're not sure you'd oppose it–you know for a fact that once the centuries had passed, Astarion would be spending twice as long with his head down between your legs.

"One day, I'll tear that wretch of a vampire's heart out through his stomach," Astarion growls out of nowhere, suddenly sounding completely feral in the span of a moment. The ferocity with which he's fighting the tightness of your throat increases too, thought not much more than he already was���if you touched your neck you would feel the bulge of him sunk so deep he can see it, the rise and fall of that soft flesh tightening the knot in the pit of his belly. "-And we won't ever spend a day apart. I swear."

All you can do is ride with the pace he's offering, your throat cinching tight like a coinpurse the more he rams it with the full strength of his hips, nails digging into your scalp as he batters you rabidly without ever losing his grip. Soon, his query of "Ready, darling?" barely meets your ears, your attempt at not choking on each thrust and somehow sucking in a breath here and there too important for your survival.

And in a matter of moments, you're granted reprieve while also left hollow and empty at the same time, Astarion's fist yanking you back by the hair as he sucks in a huge, deep breath into his lungs. The twist of his other hand stroking himself down to the last few beats comes close to your face, your soft gasps for air the perfect background for your name to trickle out of Astarion's mouth–and with such a deep moan it rattles you through your blood down to your bones, you kneel and wait eagerly as your partner lets everything go for you. His balls tighten and squeeze as the pressure of that knot inside him snaps, and he watches with a devoted gleam in his eyes as you wear every rope of pearly cum he milks out for you in that orgasm that shakes him to the core.

"Look at that," He murmurs, voice nearly as wrecked and raspy as yours will be by tomorrow. "Painted like a canvas fit for the gods. Gorgeous."

If he could, he would save this image of you in a frame forever; your sweet, smiling face marred with the essence of him, your hair pulled back by his sweaty fingers but your eyes filled with so much love. Love, genuine and sincere, your giggles loopy and tired as you come down from the high, yet without any post-sex remorse that he fears each and every time you climb into his bed with him. It stays the same when he cleans you off and persists even once you kiss him, knees so wobbly you fall back into the sheets with the slightest push. You won't ever let him free, kiss after kiss pressed to his cold mouth as he climbs over you. Your ankles hook over his waist before he knows it, your smile desperate to be wiped off your face again once he chases that heat for the second, third, fourth, fifth, tenth time, until the sun rises and you're reminded of the downsides of entertaining a lover who never needs rest.

You might tell him you love him again when morning comes, despite the exhaustion tugging down your eyelids and the sweat pouring down your aching back. You probably will, knowing how naive and sincere you tend to be even when you shouldn't. Even so, this time…Astarion might not be able to pretend he doesn't feel exactly the same way.

[vickyvicarious]

When a couple of hours had passed I heard something stirring in the Count's room, something like a sharp wail quickly suppressed; and then there was silence, deep, awful silence, which chilled me. With a beating heart, I tried the door; but I was locked in my prison, and could do nothing. I sat down and simply cried.

This is heartbreaking, of course.

But all the more so because it implies that Dracula didn't just come straight in through a window and hand over the child to be eaten. This time is different from before in several ways, all of which seem designed to taunt Jonathan with his own powerlessness even more.

The feeding itself appears to be happening in the Count's room, right by Jonathan's. Or at the very least, he came in through his own window, and then silenced the child and carried it away to be eaten elsewhere. Previously, he seems to have come back in through his own window and then walked through the castle to deliver the baby to the vampire women, but I don't think they were actually supposed to be in that room either. I suspect they're meant to eat down where they sleep usually, because then it's easy for Dracula to come in his own window and go down the stairs to deliver their meals more in the chapel area. There's also a ready place to dispose of a body there if I recall correctly. So Dracula coming in through his own window isn't necessarily any kind of taunt so much as his own standard procedure. But the children being so quiet while they are carried in the bag suggests some kind of hypnotic control to me, or at least gagging/smothering them somehow - they'd be wailing or screaming for help on the trip over too otherwise, instead of only making any noise when the bag is opened. So the fact that Jonathan hears a cry, even if it is quickly silenced, suggests to me that some amount of feeding or at least 'unwrapping' is happening right next door to him. Where he can hear (and then hear the even more horrifying absence of sound) but not reach, thanks to his locked door.

But Jonathan's door was not locked when Dracula left. I suppose it's possible that Dracula ordered the vampire ladies to ensure he was closed up in his bedroom before he returned, and the hypnosis scare was just their way of doing so. I don't really believe that though, because a) Jonathan's breaking free seemed genuine, and b) Dracula doesn't seem to trust them to get that close to him as a rule. I suspect their little dust dancing was not quite allowed, any more than they were supposed to look at or touch him even when he went out of bounds before.

So that means that Dracula probably came back and then locked Jonathan in afterward, right? In which case, he would likely be carrying the child right up to Jonathan's door with him, right up to the very threshold where Jonathan could try to intervene - and then locking him in so he couldn't.

And this is all on top of the mindfuck inherent in Dracula dressing up in Jonathan's clothes to go out and do this. Not only did Dracula ruin any local credibility as a human Jonathan may have had left after months imprisoned in his castle, not only did he potentially create 'eyewitnesses' to Jonathan posting his letters, not only did he potentially convince a mother that Jonathan was the one who kidnapped and killed her child... on top of all that, he did all this in Jonathan's own clothes. He did all this just - but only just - out of reach.

Jonathan sits down and simply cries. Because there is nothing at all he can do, and he has been made brutally aware of this again and again and again. And all this happens even before the mother chases after. Imagine how aware of both their helplessness he was. He knew her child was already dead before she even arrived. He knew she wouldn't believe him if he tried to tell her anything, he knew he couldn't save her either. He couldn't do a single thing, and she blamed him for that, and despite being forced into this inactivity on some level perhaps he blames himself too. Perhaps he is jealous of her - the bravery to act despite certain death being the result of acting; and the release that death brings. But he still wants to live, even if he has no hope he will. And he also surely is aware that Dracula would take personal care of his death or at least give him to the vampire ladies, that his fate would be the same as her child, and his soul would be forfeit as well as his life.

Meanwhile, Dracula didn't even care enough to go down and kill her himself. She was utterly disposable to him, not even of interest as sustenance. It's so deeply utterly cruel - but perhaps Jonathan is a bit jealous of that as well.

[tumblingxelian]

Wenclair - Fake Courting, Politics and Assassins Oh My!

This is just an outline of early chapters, I have not written anything yet, but needed to get this idea out of my head.

So to anyone interested in a story that seemingly starts as a standard fake dating post Season 1 story. Only reveal that is actually gonna get a helluva lot more complicated nd dangerous, here we go:

Prologue:

Post Crackstone but pre parents arrival, Wednesday is dreading an orb call with her parents cos of her injuries and the knowledge they will be smothering her soon. (Part of her is not bothered but she has her pride) So to distract herself and partially out of concern she asks why Enid seems stressed.

Cue the expected revelation that now Enid has not only transformed but shown she can do so without the full moon. (Something usually reserved for adult Werewolves) she expects her mother will try and force her into a relationship and is dreading the prospect of her Summer because of it.

So, Wednesday floats the idea of playing the role of Enid's paramour and potential mate cos of a myriad of reasons: Cares about Enid, is possessive, avoiding parents, low key paranoid about lots of things, thinks making Enid's mother miserable by being the worst daughter in law ever is funny ETC.

Enid is grateful but oddly concerned, both about Wednesday's injuries & touch aversion but also starts floating the idea that this might cause the Addams trouble with Wednesday's suitors.

A concern Wednesday dismisses as she has none and further dismisses when Enid wonders if she's really up for this challenge and if her family would be OK with her doing this, even if only for a while.

Cue a quickly call where Wednesday dances around the romance part a bit, but they seem fine with it. Promising to instead spend time hunting down and destroying every remnant of Crackstone.

So they are off.

Chapter 1:

Turns out most of the Lycan students are part of the West Coast Wolf Alliance which is nominally headed by the San Francisco Pack. (The SInclairs are basically the equivalent of peasants in this context) So there's a lot of Lycan, who know have no idea how to handle Enid, least of all her brothers, who are also low key awed and scared of Wednesday.

The eldest who picks them up is seemingly more chill but also seems a bit odd and is the one to reveal there will likely be celebrations when they return. Why?

Well because Wednesday, plus Enid and Bianca saved the entire student body, earning them a lot of respect in the Outcast community, they are now big deals.

Wednesday: Politics, how droll. Enid (Alarm bell starts ringing)

The airport has some more common stuff, Enid giving Wednesday some noise cancelling headphones. Revealing the coded system of jumper tugs to ask for and receive or deny different types of affection. (& Wednesday's own tap of "If you don't get me out of here I am going to start stabbing people." code)

Sleeping on the plane, plus microaggressions from the humans.

Chapter 2:

Finally arriving, lots of Lycan are picking up their kids including Esther who looks a lil different.

(https://www.tumblr.com/barblaz-arts/720970746332102656/the-balcony-talk-pokemon-au-edition-just-imagine)

& rather than being put off by Wednesday being rude is more like, "I am glad my daughter found a mate with fangs, come, you two will ride with me."

Enid (The Alarm bells are getting louder)

We get some history on the migration of Outcasts to the "New World", alliances with fellow Outcasts and even indigenous rebel groups & grudging treaties with human governments.

Also revealed as they arrive at the mountain regions signed over in part to the Lycan Alliance, is that many of them adopt partially or even fully transformed states. Esther included.

Enid revealing they only present as fully human outside their territories cos even slightly too big fangs or nails can warrant arrest or assault or death by police.

Due to her injuries, Wednesday still needs sleep and gets a space in the Sinclair compound, specifically Enid's room with Esther none too subtly encouraging them to share a bed before inviting Enid to show off her new form and hunt.

Wednesday sticks around long enough to see Enid is larger than all but the biggest adult Werewolves and is pleased before heading to sleep.

Chapter 3:

This one is a bit more vague, but Wednesday wakes up, is generally treated well, low key given access to certain magical lore and tools by an elder sage and promised more as Enid's mate.

Enid (Alarm bells are now screaming in her head as she walks in on this.)

There's talk of the Pack Elders holding a celebration to honor the pair, some more politics and whisperings about Blood Moon and training ETC. But Enid seems subtly desperate to get Wednesday away from everyone.

Again Esther is fine with it, encouraging it even, which gives Enid the time to get Wednesday far from her family (& the Dire Wolves they & others raise and sell as guard dogs) to have a 'tour' together while most recover from the night before or prep for the celebration.

This is where the more traditional "Fake dating" wheels come off.

Enid basically ends up asking Wednesday how much she knows about Lycan politics and then Outcasts politics in general.

Wednesday: I don't make a habit of repeating myself. Enid, I find politics droll. Enid (The alarm is now broken)

Cos yeah, turns out that while the Outcast communities are very united, (Motivated by mutual defense pacts against humans) they are held together by factional and familial alliances, traded favors and marriages too.

The Addams are no exceptions, Gomez was obliged to marry Morticia's sister but fell for her and cos the families were chill the engagement shuffled.

Now, Morticia and Gomez were never going to force her to marry someone, but there's lots of steps and deals and concessions made to ensure arrangements are broke respectfully, which Wednesday has very much not done.

Wednesday isn't stupid, its just that she does not study subjects she finds dull. So she's a master fencer, botanist, chemist, ETC, but she has no idea who the fuck the President is or who her family is aligned with. Morticia and Gomez planned to tell her when she was more open to accepting their advice so things could be handled smoothly. This, was not smooth.

What Wednesday has done is basically flip off every prospective suitor, turn her back on every familial alliance and has thus also blatantly advertised herself as being super invested in the San Francisco Pack.

A Pack who really wants the heroes of Nevermore with them and also a Seer on their side, as it would elevate their status, give them powerful members and more.

Not everyone is mercenary about it but it is an undercurrent to why they are so OK with Wednesday's attitude, she's way too valuable to chase off due to rudeness.

Also some Lycan who were going to get big positions now fear their position and want to knock Enid down a peg so she'd have to be their guards, rather than a political figure in her own right.

So yeah, Wednesday accidentally stuck her foot in a massive political cluster fuck and trying to extricate herself too quickly will only make it worse.

Enid assumed Wednesday knew all this stuff though did allude to it earlier. So yeah, things just got a lot more complicated, especially as they are in a spotlight post Nevermore as well.

Made worse by many "Monster Hunters" wanting to take action and avenge the Crackstones/finish the job. Especially by targeting the Seer who felled him and to cull the Blood Moon Werewolf before she grows too powerful.

Conclusion:

Sooo yeah, that's the premise but also as far as I have gotten with the outline XD

For anyone confused on Esther, she is very much in favor of Wenclair for her own political ambitions (Once ruined by her youthful indiscretions) Meanwhile Wednesday and Enid are navigating a political minefield and also falling in love, with assassins on their tails.

Thanks for reading!

[banjo-snail-punchy]

The relationship between Homelander and Silver can be rewarding and stressful. Most interactions can be loving and hateful.

Homelander has many secrets that surround Silver, most of them being:

He likes that Silver is taller. It makes him feel small in his arms.

He likes Silver's gentle touches. He can tell Silver is a gentle person despite being a vicious cannibal murderer.

There's a twinge of love and hate when Homelander can feel Silver wanting to be affectionate in public. His image is his first priority and he doesn't want Silver's doting to ruin it. But god does he feel like shit when he sees how rejected Silver looks.

Begging for Silver to forgive him can become suffocating. Sometimes he knows Silver only forgives him to make him stop, but at the same time, he doesn't care. He just wants Silver to love him.

Silver has been the most genuinely kind person he's ever met and he wants to wringe him dry of all his love.

Homelander doesn't mind if Silver gets rough - or even violent - when they have sex. He thinks it's hot when Silver gets domineering.

Choking makes Homelander climax. When Silver chokes him and squeezes a little too hard - where it feels like his throat is constricted hard enough to not feel air passing through - it makes Homelander cum hard. He also likes to see the bruises on his neck afterward.

He likes bottoming, even though he acts reluctant to take that position.

Homelander knows Silver does everything to protect him, so when he sees Silver trying to protect someone else, it makes him see red.

Homelander still sleeps with women, but he gets lost in his imagination that Silver is pleasuring him instead.

Homelander has never wanted a father figure, but he's started to build a "masculine Electra attitude" (opposite complex from Oedipus.)

When he can tell Silver is mad at him, he goes overboard trying to smother him with forced affection. He is desperate to shove aside that anger and make Silver love him.

When Silver stands his ground and says he needs to be alone, Homelander becomes violent and will kill any random human near him. He kills until Silver changes his stance.

Homelander always threatens anybody that Silver is mentoring. He warns them to keep quiet about the threats or else. Silver usually doesn't keep newbies around because of that.

One trainee stayed for a long time despite the threats, and it made Homelander decide to plan an "accident" by trying to get her killed. Silver was able to save his trainee, however, and it only infuriated Homelander that the new pest wouldn't die.

Homelander doesn't kill Silver's trainees outright because he wants these newbies to look like imbeciles and goes through different levels of humiliation and violence towards them.

Seeing Silver and Ryan get along well gives Homelander this newfound sense of family. While he's protective of Ryan, he's silently joyous to see how kind Silver is to him, like a father.

"We don't need a marriage. We're already bound together for life, Silver. You're not going anywhere. You're mine until one of us is dead, and that's going to take a lot to kill us."

"Break up? Break up? Those words don't exist because that'll never happen. He's never going to leave me. Don't say stupid, idiotic things like that ever again."

[tteokdoroki]

hi aali!!! ive been missing my bllk boys so i was rereading ur vampireverse drabbles for bllk and i would like to present something to you: vampire!reader who is isagi's gf. they started dating before she turned, turned to save her life or whatever, and isagi helps her feed and is best boyfriend ever. but but but he cant keep being the only thing she feeds on (cos she refuses to hunt and bloodbags taste stale, boyfie isagi would never make u do something u dont want), so he asks for his team's help to let his gf feed on them. isagi might even start to get jealous when he thinks u prefer feeding on rin over him.

omg stopp i miss my vampy blue lock boys so much!! thank you for bringing them back <3

i feel like isagi getting a bit jealous over you feeding on other blood bags people is a canon event !! he knows that he can’t be the only thing you feed on and you hate when he feels all dizzy and woozy after giving you enough to last a week. hurting isagi is the last thing you’d ever want to do, so it takes a lot of convincing from him to het you to state your hunger elsewhere.

he promised it would be from people he knew could handle it, people you could trust not to tell everyone about your little fanged secret. of course, eleven eager soccer players would let isagi’s hot girlfriend drink their blood — especially since half of them have been in love with you from before isagi claimed you as his own.

yoichi doesn’t mind when you feed with nagi or bachira, he gets to sit in the room and hold your hand — pull you off when he thinks you’ve taken too much and calm your vampy instincts down. barou and kunigami are gentlemen, they only lend you their wrists so isagi never worries too much with them!!

rin on the other hand, he does everything he can to get under isagi’s skin. when it’s rin’s turn he sees how long you can go without blood, makes you wait to the point of starvation without telling your overprotective boyfriend — and grins when you take the first chance to jump him and slurp the viscous red from a bite to the neck.

isagi hates when you feed from rin because he feels like the younger teammate always holds it over his head. “i can’t let her feed if you’re watching isagi.” “i have better veins on my neck then my arms, don’t you want the feed to be easier for her? do you even care about your girlfriend?” it drives our favourite striker insane !!! because of course he wants the best for you :(

he hates the way he can hear rin moan and whimper as you drain him dry… the sessions are awfully longer with rin too. isagi worries that you might like them more with rin than with him !!!

so he always tries to offer up extra to you, smothers you in more affection than usual, tries to stay up later with you because of course you don’t sleep. when you finally get it out of isagi that he’s jealous, you tell him you feed on rin the longest to make him weaker at practice — so isagi can beat him easier. that you want isagi’s blood the most, that you’re always thinking of his taste and scent and smell.

and let’s just say, the way you’re so possessive over isagi and his blood — earns you a nice long session with him too :3

[sublimecatgalaxy]

Hii I Hope you are doing well!

Can I request something angsty with the prompts 11 and 15 for Aaron Hotchner?

Yes! I love me some angst, thank you for being so patient! This is angst HEAVEN.

"Y/n, I'm home!" I hear Aaron call out from the front hall and I feel my heart drop to my stomach and I reach down to push my suitcase around the edge of the couch so he can't see it. Not until I need him to. "What are you doing?" He asks, watching me intently as he steps into the livingroom, his eyes nervously flickering across my unreadable expression. The silence that takes over the room cracks after a moment as a look of realization passes across his face. "Look, I'm sorry, I know that dinner meant a lot to you-"

"Oh, it only meant a lot to me? Our anniversary dinner, Aaron?" I snap, all of the angry from the last few days that I've shoved down for the sake of Jack now rearing it's ugly head and I can already tell it's going to be nasty.

"That's not what I meant." He whispers, sitting down beside me on the couch yet keeping his distance, knowing better than to smother me with 'I'm sorry's' and affection when I'm furious. "I'm sorry I had to leave-"

"You left me and you didn’t even think twice about it." Angry tears fill my eyes but I'm quick to bat them away, not wanting him to see me in such a vulnerable state but it's inevitable, especially when I know this night will end in more heartbreak for the both of us.

"I did think twice, I told you I was sorry but I couldn't just not go."

"You don't abandon your wife at a restaurant and then not text or call her for days on end." He sighs, head lolling forward as he buries his face in his hands, shoulders tense in frustration. "If you wish to be married to your work, say that." I laugh bitterly, trying to stay strong, to not let him have the upperhand where he can just pull me right back in again after hurting me so bad.

"I'm married to you." He says sternly, looking up at me with frustrated tears lining his lower lashes.

"Do you really want to be?" I ask, feeling my heart pounding in my throat, banging quickly enough against my ribs that I fear that it might combust. I've never been this disappointed in him before, never this disappointed in our marriage. He promised when we first started dating that he would always prioritize our relationship over his work but ever since we got married, things have thickened and I worry this is just the nature of the relationships he gets into.

"Of course I do." He whispers softly, brows pinching together in a confused expression, his hurt only deepening as I shake my head.

"You're awfully convincing." I allow the tears to drip freely down my cheeks now, feeling the heartbeak that will come from this conversation that's been a year in the making. He had to have known this was coming.

"I'm sorry." He whispers, a subtle hint of desperation to his voice but not enough to save our relationship. He just doesn't seem sorry enough for all the pain that he's caused.

"How does it feel, Aaron?"

"How does what feel?" He asks and I brush my tears away one last time before reaching out to pull my suitcase in front of me, already feeling better knowing I can leave and get out for a bit to regroup and rethink everything that's been happening in my relationship.

"How does it feel to be left?"

"No, no, no- c'mon-" He pleads, watching me step away with my luggage in hand, the volume of his voice immediately making me shush him, pressing a finger to my lips.

"Keep your voice down, Jack is sleeping upstairs."

"You're leaving?" He asks, voice cracking under the weight of his distress and his feet carry him quickly to follow me to the door, my suitcase rolling against the hardwood only answering his question.

"I need a break, Aaron." I cry, reaching forward to place my hand on his cheek and he clings to me, worried that if he lets me go, I'll be gone forever. I won't be but he needs to feel like I will. "I need to care for myself for a bit because while I was caring for you and taking care of Jack, no one was there for me."

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PROPAGANDA

Mahiru Propaganda

"They got unfairly voted guilty in the first round and keeps getting blamed She never meant to hurt anyone and the only reason she did was cause she couldn’t read social ques"

"Mahiru Shiina is the most traditionally feminine character in Milgram, and she’s very in love with the idea of love. That makes her an easy fandom target. In Milgram, we are introduced to ten murderers. It quickly becomes apparent that not all of these murders are conventional. By the time we are introduced to Mahiru, we already know most of these unconventional murderers. Mahiru’s first music video depicts her going on various dates with her boyfriend, even though he is not shown in the frame. At the end of the video, Mahiru wakes up, turns to the camera, and has a horrified expression. Whatever happened, she didn’t want it to happen. And then a lot of the fandom accused her of being a stalker. Was that what got her a 55% guilty/unforgiven vote? I don’t know. I wasn’t there. But she heard what the fandom said. She heard these voices saying she couldn’t be forgiven. Saying that she was a stalker or that she didn’t really love her boyfriend, even though that wasn’t true. She was beaten to near-death by Kotoko, a vigilante who was forgiven by 67%. Fuuta, who also sustained serious injuries from Kotoko, calls out the audience surrogate, saying what we did with our verdicts would have made us the same as him if Mahiru had died. And yet Mahiru doesn’t blame either us or Kotoko. Mahiru’s second music video shows that she was indeed in a proper relationship with her boyfriend. She smothered him with her love. The video slowly revealed the toxicity in their relationship. She asked why she can’t do anything right. The fandom perception was better in that she was safely voted innocent/forgiven. Still, there are issues. Some infantilize her or say that she’s delusional. Yes, she had a sheltered upbringing and has difficulties reading social cues, but that doesn’t take away her agency. On the flip side, some have theorized that she kidnapped her boyfriend and wasn’t in a proper relationship with him. (Not sure what to say about that, but this is a series about sympathetic murderers.)"

Kikyo Propaganda

"Picture this: the love of your life betrays you and causes your death, then you're brought back to life later against your will and your lover is with your reincarnation. Anyone would feel bitter! She tries her best to keep living her half life and helping people. She's hated just because she's not the main character and gets in the way of the show's OTP."

"Kikyo was such an interesting character. She was murdered by the villain, who tricked both her and her love interest into thinking the other had betrayed them, brought back to life against her will only to find that fifty years had passed, the world had moved on without her, her baby sister was now an old woman, and she'd been condemned to an awful half-life in an unfeeling clay body where she was stuck in her worst moments and basically a vengeful spirit, but she eventually managed to move past it, gave up her one chance at getting revenge on her murderer to save the life of a child, and achieved some measure of inner peace before she died for good. But, she also has the misfortune of being the first love of the male lead, so of course the only thing anyone seems to care about is how she supposedly did him dirty and wasn't good enough for him. The whole fandom is chock full of meta posts about how she didn't trust Inuyasha enough and should have known he'd NEVER betray her like that. Meanwhile, Inuyasha fell for it just as easily when the villain framed HER for attacking HIM, but nobody ever tries to claim that HE didn't trust HER enough. (For further context, when she thought he'd betrayed her, she retaliated by pinning him to a tree and putting him in an enchanted sleep. He retaliated by destroying her village.) In at least 90% of the fanfics that she appears in at all, she's either the Bad Girlfriend or the Evil Ex, who either previously or is currently abusing the hero, or cheating on him, or trying to coerce him into turning human, or dating him for years only to break up with him by telling him he disgusts her because of his demon blood (huh???), none of which she did in the actual canon, solely so the preferred love interest can swoop in and kiss it all better. People will claim they're just making valid criticisms of her actions (which, to be fair, aren't always great), or saying she didn't properly earn her redemption (which is actually pretty standard for a shounen series) because she didn't apologize enough, but them multiple male characters who did far worse than she did somehow miraculously managed to escape the constant criticisms that she's subjected to, this despite having a so-called redemption that's literally just "He stopped eating people because he wanted to get into the heroine's pants", and remain very popular characters both in their own right and as alternate ships for the female lead. The double standards are so glaringly obvious, yet people will bend over backwards and jump through mental hoops that would give a gold-medal Olympics gymnast pause to insist that they're being completely objective and fair and that this isn't just about trying to score points in a ship war or holding female characters to completely different standards from male characters."

[blusapphire]

Play me a memory (Billy Russo x Reader)- Chapter 6

Summary: When you first met Billy Russo, you fell for him hard and fast. Being with him was like a dream, You were perfect for each other, or so you thought. You return home one night to find all traces of him gone. You’re left heartbroken… and with a life changing surprise. Years later, you find yourself in a predicament when you unexpectedly find your way back into each other’s lives. 

A/N: Thanks for all the likes, comments snd reblogs! They are all greatly appreciated! I’ve also choose a posting schedule for PMAM which is going to Thursday’s.

Warnings: Some swearing, mentions of murder

Series Masterlist

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When you got home from that mind boggling day at work, you were met with worried faces and smothered with hugs from Betts and Jaz and you happily returned them, and then went on to smother your daughter with hugs and kisses out of relief, claiming that you ‘just missed her so much’ after a long day.

  Obviously, due to the incident that occurred at the company, work was out of the question for the next few weeks until police could conduct further investigation, or so you were told. Everyone was still very shaken up about it, including yourself, so a few days off were accommodating gesture from the company. The next few days leading up to the following week were mostly spent at home, either leaving to drop Ava off at school or running out to get some groceries. 

Regardless of the days off from work, that most would find relaxing and enjoying, you were on edge. Sleep didn’t find you easily for the next few nights, your nights and days were mostly spent thinking about the man you and Billy had encountered. You couldn’t get it off your mind, even when you tried distracting yourself. Maybe Billy was right, that the man was just lying to save himself from the highly unnecessary assault. It was the only thing you could think about. 

And what happened after with Billy. 

“-And then, after I thanked him, he tried to kiss me! Or at least I think that’s where it was going,” You exclaimed, standing by the kitchen entrance, replaying the events of that crazy day to Jaz, who was moving around the kitchen, in search of something to eat. “And he might get called in to give a statement the same time me so, yay me,” You fake cheered.  

“The nerve of him,” Jaz scoffs and shakes her head, disapprovingly. “I’ll remind you, that we can still-“

“I’m going to again, decline vandalizing anything of Billy’s in advance, because I know what you’re about to say.”

“Okay I mean, fine, whatever,” Jaz said, as she threw her hands up in defeat. “I still think you should reconsider though.”

“Thanks for the offer, but still no.”

"Ughhh," jaz loudly let out what might've been her hundredth groan of the morning since walking into the kitchen, "I'm so hungry."

"Why don't you just make something? Or eat some cereal? We have more than enough." You added, referring to the endless amount of groceries you had time to get in the previous weeks.

"I know, but I'm so lazy.” She dragged out. “ I'd have to reach a bowl... then get the milk.., and then pour that milk in that bowl that I worked so hard to reach for,” she exaggerated, and opened the fridge, to dig into it looking for anything she could find. "it's just too much. Plus, today is not that kinda day. It's a 'spend all day on the couch' kinda day.”Jaz hums as she closed the refrigerator door, signaling that she found something, and pulls out a slice of pizza, biting into it. 

“Hey, it’s pretty quiet this morning. Where’s Ava?” She asked, taking a large distracting bite of her pizza. 

“Oh, Betts took her to this children’s, book reading thing, all day. They left pretty early.”

Jaz hums in return, taking another distracting bite of her pizza, before scarfing it down with a glass of water, making you narrow your eyes at her. 

"Isn't it a bit too early to be eating pizza? It's 10am." You questioned.

 She answered, with her mouth full. "Maybe.., but you have to ask yourself, do stomachs have open and closing times like a store does?"

You thought about her comment for a second, finding some truth. "Huh," you whispered to yourself in thought, "I guess I never thought of it that way." Jaz grinned, proud that she may have convinced you to agree with her.

Just then, you heard your phone ring, and when you’d picked up, it was someone from the station. 

 You got a call from an agent named, Dinah Madani, a name you hadn’t heard before, and you sounded confused on the phone, because on that crazy day after work, you’d had a conversation with a Sergeant Mahoney, who you told you that he would be contacting you. But you didn’t read further into over the phone, and agreed to go in to the address that was given to you. Just when you grabbed your coat and we’re about to leave, you got an out of character offer, from your best friend. 

Yo

“…you, Jazmyn Carrera, want to give up your Saturday, to spent it at the police station?” You narrowed your eyes and specified, in a bewildering tone. “What happened to your ‘spend all day on the couch’ thing you had going on?

She shrugged, like it made all the sense in the world. “They’ll be other Saturdays.” She voiced, running to grab her coat and returning to the door, “Yeah I’ll…, keep you company.”

“Um…okay, sure, yeah. I guess I could use the company.”

She muttered a small ‘great’ and passed you, as you stood there for a few seconds, still puzzled, before brushing it off and walking to the door. Jaz noticed the puzzled look on your face, and turned to reassure you. 

“Don’t worry, I think most of the warrants the cops have on me have already been recalled or settled in court of law, so we’re fine,” She shrugged, and patted your shoulder, before walking out of the apartment, and you followed behind, hoping that she was joking. 

…

Taking the subway was something you had to again, plug into your routine recently, still not having found your car keys. You were still bummed about it, and you’d informed the police, and hoped that maybe if they found something they’d contact you about it, but it had been over a week now, and you still hadn’t gotten any word that they’d found it. During the train ride though, you found you were correct about how bizarre it was that Jaz wanted to tag along, because she spent the entire 15 minutes trying to convince you to agree with her. 

“-Just think about it,” Jaz said, as you both walked up the stairs, and out of the entrance of the subway. 

“Jaz,” you stop walking and face her, “we’re not egging his car.” You continue walking and she speeds up to keep her pace beside you. 

“Okay, I get it. You don’t wanna use eggs, that’s fine, I mean prices aren’t what they used to be, I know. But I gave you other options, like-like glitter bombing.” She holds out her hand, and uses her fingers to count her points. “It’s fast, it’s cheap-“

“We’re not glitter bombing it either!” You interrupt, and stop walking again to face her. “Is this the reason why you wanted to come? To convince me to agree?”

She gives you an obviously fake confused look before shaking her head. “Mm, I don’t what you’re talking about…” she trailed off, before beginning to walk away. 

“Jaz I know you, okay,” You reminded her and stopped her from walking again, “when have you ever went into a police station, willingly? 

For as long as you knew Jaz, she was always the kind of person to never forgive or forget. She was a someone who held grudges, even if they weren’t her own, which was her own way of showing that she cared, and that she had your back. When Billy left, Jaz was by your side the whole time. She was there for all those long days and sleepless nights. 

She was there when you found out you were pregnant with Ava. 

You understood her anger. She was angry for you. 

“Huh, maybe I did kinda give myself away,” she tilts her head and thinks to herself, before continuing, “but he deserves it! A hundred times over too.” You nod in agreement, and she continued.

 “For ripping your heart out, stomping on it, playing whack-a-mole with it, then blonde voyaging right out of your life!” She articulated, throwing her hands up in an angry gesture. 

Puzzled, you corrected her. “It’s bon voyage, and that’s not how you use that in a sentence.”

“It’s not blonde?-whatever- I’m just saying,” a stern expression paints her face, and she sighs, “ I remember what it was like for you after Billy left, okay. It was hell, okay?”

“Jaz,” you sighed, “you’re right, it was a very, very shitty time for me, and thank you for hating him right along with me,” you started walking again and put your hand on her shoulder, “even though it is very tempting…, it won’t fix anything.”

You could tell that Jaz didn’t like your answer, but she eventually accepted. “Okay,” she sighed and crossed her arms, “if you don’t want me to, then I won’t.”

“Thank you,” you said. “I really do appreciate the sentiment though.”

“Did he ever tell you where the hell he’s been anyway? Or why he just, disappeared? I mean, what you guys had…, that shit, was love, if I’d ever seen it.”

You looked down at the ground at that, your mood shifting due to the reminder. 

“He used to make you, so happy,- like I used to catch smiling to yourself, and you used to practically click your heels whenever-“

“Okay, that’s a lie, I would not click my heels,” you corrected, holding out your hands, “and…I  didn’t really ask him, but he said that it was ‘complicated,’ whatever that means,” you scoffed. “ it was just him trying to make up an excuse, and not face up to what he did, ‘cause the damage he left was right in his face. ”

Jaz watched you sympathetically as you spoke. “I wish I had an answer for Ava- I wish I had an answer for myself, one that hurt less than the truth anyway…”  you trailed off and let out a humorless laugh, as you reached the police station, and sighed. 

“That I was just another name added to his long list of women that he’d fooled over the years. He wasn’t happy, and he didn’t know how to break it off, so he took the easy way out, because he didn’t have the balls to tell me. And now, I don’t know if he’s just trying to entertain himself for the time being, by trying to weasel his way back into my life, because it doesn’t matter. Because his shit doesn’t work on me anymore.” You voiced, shrugging.

Jaz looked, like she felt bad for bringing it up, but you assured her it was fine, before you made your way into the police station. 

The station you were called into looked office like, and when you got there, you were escorted to a waiting area, and were told you would be called in by an agent. It was different from any other station you’d been to, and looked more like it were headquarters for company. 

You could see through the windows, and the people in the rooms could see you right back, as they were made of glass. Even though it wasn’t a typical police station, being in the building with that many police made you think back to the last time you were in a police station. After Billy left, it was the only place you knew for months straight. And it also made you think back to the first time you were ever in a station. 

After that horrific night. The night that you could never forget. 

When you got to the waiting area you weren’t surprised by the face that met yours, his head tilting up to look at yours, with a large smile across it, as you approached. 

Speak of the devil…” you lowly muttered to Jaz, annoyance in your voice.

Billy was dressed in his regular suit and tie, and his coat in hand. You hadn’t seen or spoken to him since that night he’d dropped you off at your apartment and tied to, what you thought was, kiss you. 

“Well, I think I saw a vending machine on our way in, and since you won’t let me swipe his keys so we can mess with his car,  I don’t think I’ll be able to control my sticky fingers, so I’m gonna go get some snacks. And In the words of or  lovely Ava, just yelp for help.” 

You nod with a laugh, as Jaz walks back in the direction you both came, and you walk over to the waiting area, where Billy is already seated. 

“Good morning to you,” he says with a smile, Was that, Jaz that I just saw?” He asks, motioning to the place you were standing before. 

“Yup, she saw a vending machine on her way in and…you know her and her snacks,” you sit in the only seat left, next to Billy, “you can’t keep ‘em apart.”

 “Right, I remember, she was always very.. serious about her food.” He said nodding. You both were quiet for a minute, which was beyond awkward, and he continued. “How have you been? I-I haven’t seen you since-“

“Since we escaped that building of doom? I’m fine. I just wanna do this and go.”  You could tell that Billy agreed, but then he looked like he had something on his mind, which he tried to voice. 

“Uh, I’ve been meaning to talk to you, about the other day,-“

“Billy, there’s nothing to talk about, because nothing happened, and nothing was going to happen. Okay? No chance.” You blurted out, ending the conversation before it began. Billy seemed a bit disappointed at your answer, but nodded anyway. 

“Alright, okay. But there was also something else I wanted to talk about.”

You didn’t really believe him, but you decided to hear him out. “I’m listening.”

“So that guy, that we ran into in the building, I think we should… keep that between us.”

“You shifted in your seat, confused. “What do you mean? You mean, keep that from the police?”

“Yeah, I just think, it’d be, smarter to not tell anyone.”

“Not even the police? It could probably help then catch the guys you know, if we told them what the guy told us. Like how we heard they were sent by some guy, and how they were looking for somethi-“

“Y/N,” he sighed, “It would be better to keep it to ourselves.” 

“But why?” 

“Let’s just say…,”. He hesitated to speak, “that some of the cops in this place are not very, loyal to the force, okay? If we tell them anything we heard from that guy, it’d be in the system, and it could get back some people, that, trust me on this, we don’t want it getting back to.”

“What people? Billy, you’re not making any sense, at all-,” Billy touching your arm, causes you to stop talking and look at him. His hand felt tense on your arm, a serious look stretched across his face, and his eyes looked to have a mix of worry and softness in them, which you found to be incredibly strange for dealing with the police, since the police’s job was to help people. Maybe he did know what he was talking about, since he ran into police a lot at his job. 

“Just, please… trust me. Okay?” 

You hesitated, but eventually nodded, and put your hands up in defense, “Okay. I won’t say anything.” And your works seemed to relax Billy, prompting him to take his hand off your arm. “But for future reference, you should really stop saying that, because it absolutely, does not have the effect you think it does.” you admitted to him.

 He relaxed at that, and you turned to make a comment at what he was wearing.“Is that three piece suit glued to you or something? It’s Saturday.”

He chuckled at that, and moved closer to you, if it was possible, and put his arm around the neck of your chair. “It in fact, not glued to me, and it comes off pretty easy, if that’s what you’re worried about. I’d be glad to show-“

“Forget it. I regret having asked in the first place. Leave it to only you to that.” You expressed, lightly shoving his arm away. 

“Yeah, but you used to love it.”

“Hm, I wonder what changed?” You voiced, putting your finger on your lip in a thinking stance. “Anyway, I got a call from, an Agent Madani this morning? Is that who called you in too?”

“Ahh, yeah. Not personally on the phone, but I’m not surprised that she’s in charge of this case. She’s very… persistent in her work. Stops at nothing to get to the bottom of a case.”

“Wait, you know her?” You asked, shifting in your seat at his information. 

“Yeah…” he sighed deeply, “sometimes the police and my guys clash. So I’ve ran into her a few times on the job. ”

“Huh, you seem to run into a lot of people on said job.” You remarked, raising your eyebrows and leaning back in your chair, and resting your head on the wall behind you and staring at the ceiling. 

Billy didn’t say anything for a minute or so, opting to just smirk to himself, which you noticed, and you lowered your gaze from the ceiling to look at him. 

“Is something funny?”

He looks over at you, a smirk still on his face, as if he found something amusing.“-No, nothing’s, -nothing’s funny at all.” He shrugged and put his hands up in defense. 

After he didn’t say anything more, you went back to resting your head on the wall behind you when him speaking, made you look at him again. 

“It’s just that, if I didn’t…know any better, I’d say that,” he closed one of his eyes as if he was thinking, “you sound a little jealo-“

“Then you don’t know any better, because you actually thought to finish that sentence.” You interrupted, his words making you sit up in your chair. “I only commented, because that’s what you said last time about the, sergeant guy, and I just wanted to know who I was going to be dealing with. Obviously.” You shared, dragging out the last word. 

He was still smirking, so you opted to share further. 

“If you think that I’m jealous,” you sat up further, pointing to yourself, “then that tie is on a little too tight. Like you’ve officially, lost your mind.We’re not together anymore you can do whatever you want.”

“Okay,” he cleared his throat and sat up straighter in his seat, a smirk still painting his face. “If you say so.”

“I do say so.”

He shrugged. “Cool.”

“Great.”

“Fine.”

“Fine.”

You both sat in silence for the next few minutes, and you thought, actually had hoped that it would’ve stayed that way, but Billy started another conversation. 

“…So I never got chance to ask you, ‘cause we were busy, trying not captured and stuff in that building, but you and this Nick character-“

“Oh god…” you groaned to yourself. 

“-Are you like” he looked like he had a hard time getting the words out, “together or something?”

“Billy…”

“-I mean if you wanted flowers, I could’ve gotten you flowers,-like I was getting to that,” he sat up now, and looked perplexed, “And I mean the ones he got you, anyways, you told me, that you don’t even like those kinds-“

“It’s the thought that counts Billy, and not that it’s any of your business, but if you must know, we’ve been on two dates.” You paused before adding, “so far. ‘Cause they’ll probably be more, actually.”

“So far, huh.” 

“Yup.”

“Well, I just have a weird feeling about this guy, okay? I’ve seen him, somewhere, I can’t pin it down, but he just seems a little… off to me.”

“Uh, you’re a little off, Billy, if you think that you’re going to interfere with my dating life, because you ‘have a bad feeling about guy,” you spat, using air quotes and a mocking tone. “He’s a gentleman and a nice guy.”

“Well, you know what they say,” he said, leaning back in his chair, “Nice guys finish last.”

“Well this nice guy, is In the lead, so.”

 Billy  looks off into the distance, and runs his tongue over his teeth in frustration. “That’s great.”

“Cool.”

“Fine.”

“Fin-,” just as you were about to finish your sentence, you both hear a loud knocking on the glass behind you, prompting you and Billy to turn around, and when you do, you’re both met with a man, annoyance painting his face. 

“Are you guys done!?” He threw his hands up in frustration, and his voice sounded muffled. “I can hear you through the glass. Jeez,” He complained, scoffing. 

You mouthed a quick ‘sorry’, while Billy said nothing and turned back around, irritation on his face. 

You both sat there in silence after that, not saying anything, when the loud sound of heels coming towards you, prompts you to look up. It was a woman, and she was pretty, and her short curly hair falling just around her neck, fit her perfectly. She approached you, and introduced herself. 

“Hello, Ms.Y/L/N, I’m Agent Dinah Madani, Homeland Security, we spoke on the phone. I hope I didn’t keep you waiting too long,” She said with a smile. 

You noticed an accent when she spoke, her voice sounding friendly. But her smile didn’t seem very genuine to you and looked more, forced, but you otherwise took the hand she held out to you and shook it. 

“Oh, no, you’re fine, I wasn’t waiting too long.” You replied, nodding your head. She answers with a nod as well and a smile, and shifts her attention next to you, to acknowledge Billy, who stood from his seat. 

“Agent Madani,” he started, “we can’t keep meeting like this. Seems to be a pattern we should break.”

“I couldn’t agree more, Mr. Russo,” she says with a single nod and a slight smile, that again, seemed forced, “please, follow me, Ms.Y/LN.”

…

The Agent, who went by Madani, took you to a grey painted room, that looked more like a conference room, if anything. When you walked in, you noticed a yellow folder on the table, which was on the opposite side of where you stood, and you guessed that’s where Agent Madani would be sitting. 

“Please, have a seat Ms.Y/L/N,” she gestured to the seat opposite of her, confirming what you thought and you took her offer. “I really do hope I didn’t keep you waiting too long. I was just gathering information.” She sat opposite of you now, folding her hands before her. 

“No, that’s okay, it wasn’t too much of a wait.” You replied. “Um, did you say that you were Homeland Security?” You asked, to confirm. 

“Correct. Most of the time when it’s a large company like this one, with a situation as big as this one, we get pulled in. Is that okay?”

You found it weird that she was asking you that, since it wasn’t like you had much of a choice in selecting which kinds of police would look into the situation, but you nodded anyway. 

“Oh, yeah no, that’s… fine, I guess. I mean,” you shrugged, “I just don’t know how these things go.”

“Right. Well, I have a few questions for you, pertaining to what happened that day.” She says and you nod, a sign for her to ask her questions. 

“Can you tell me how you were able to get out of the building?”

“Well, I was with Mr. Russo, the entire time, so it was really him who got me out of there.”

“And I was told it was you, Mr.Russo, and another individual, who were the only ones that were able to make it out the building, without police interference.”

“Yes.” You nodded. 

“And you were together the entire time?”

“…yes. That’s correct.”

“And… neither one of you were harmed? There were several others, who made it out, that had to be taken to the E.R.”

“Yeah, I know it was, terrible, but Mr. Russo made sure we got out of there unharmed.”

“Hm.” She made a slight face as she bummed to herself, “ I find it… a little hard to believe, that you all just, made it out unharmed.”

Huh. This was sounding more like an interrogation, than getting a statement taken. 

Your eyebrows furrowed at that. “Um, Agent Madani, Mr. Russo was in the Special Forces, and owns his own Private Military Firm, so I don’t think it’s that far fetched…”

She nodded, “Well, these guys were able to take down his entire team that he placed in the building, who are also very skilled, so I wouldn’t say it was too crazy…”

“I…guess we were just lucky.” You said, shrugging. 

“Lucky, huh?” You nodded, at her question. 

When you didn’t say anything she continued, “Well, Ms.Y/L/N, would you say that you were lucky, when you came into contact with one the intruders? When you were alone, and not in fact with Mr.Russo, like you previously said before?”

Shit. 

You fixed your posture and swallowed after her words, being caught off guard, and the Agent spoke again. 

“They were able shut down the power in the in the building, which also shut down most of the cameras. Except for the ones that were battery powered, of course.”

“Of course.” You repeated in a slight mocking manner. 

“We saw that you both, moved out of view of the camera, so can you tell me what happened after?”

You fiddled with your fingers, thinking about what Billy told you. “Again, I was just really lucky. When he saw me he just, left me alone. And I was unharmed.”

“Is that so?”

“Yeah…”

She didn’t say anything for a minute, and just stared at you, with a slight smirk on her face, and you stared back, feeling uncomfortable. 

“Well, I’m glad, that you were unharmed, of course.” She finally said. 

“Thank you. So am I…” you lowly trailed off, as she stood up now, grabbing the folder that was on the desk. 

“And the company’s been running, for over 20 years now?”

You quickly counted in your head, then answered. “Uh, Yeah, I would say.”

And it’s run by your boss, a Mr.Harrison Wilburne? He’s a very well known man.”

“Well, he’s rich, so…, and like you said, it’s a pretty big company.”

“Of course, Wilburne industries. I hear that every year, he throws these fancy events, for a fundraiser for charities?”

“Yeah,” you sighed, relaxing a bit. “He invites other rich people that he knows, and us employees get to attend so…I think he’s a pretty great person, for the fundraisers of course. We actually have one coming up soon.” She give another one of her forced smiles, as a response. 

“Do you… know where your boss was, during all this?”

“Uh… I actually don’t, I didn’t really see him that day, if he was there at all.”

“Hm..,” she trailed off, “ and let me ask you, you are in a very high position, at Wilburne industries, one of the top spots?”

“Yes, I am.”

“I understand that, it didn’t take you very long to get to that position level. It takes some people years, to get to where you are now. It’s impressive.”

“Thank you, but I got lucky there too. I mean, yeah I did work my ass off, but Mr. Wilburne did, give me the chance of a lifetime.”

She started walking now, around the table you sat, which made you shift uncomfortably. 

“I guess you did get lucky.” She said, her smile all too forced. She rounded the table and stood near you now, the folder she previously walked in with, in her hand, and she continued. 

“But I mean, it must’ve helped that nobody knew who your father was.”

You froze at the words that left her mouth, caught off guard. 

-No. This wasn’t what you came in for. 

 She can’t know that.

 Maybe she didn’t really know anything and was just trying to intimidate you. For some reason. 

For whatever reason. 

Your eyes shot up to meet hers, as you felt a deep panic begin to rise in you, as she leaned back on the desk, staring at you, and you stared right back, more of a glare really, when you spoke.

“What did you say?”

“Oh, I said, your father.” She repeated matter of factly. “He’s, a pretty famous guy too, been in the news a lot lately.” She opened the folder she had in her hand and began reading from it. “Thomas St.James, A.K.A of course, Mr. White, leader of one of the biggest crime empires New York’s City’s every seen.”

Why the fuck did she know that?

There was no way she would know that unless she did some digging. 

Who the hell was this lady and why the fuck was she digging into your life?

You clenched your jaw after she spoke, still glaring at her, enraged. You frozen in place, furious, but she didn’t seem to care though, as she flipped through the folder she had in her hand. 

“That has nothing, to do, with the situation at hand, Agent Madani-“

“He built an empire, from drug money, and was on the police’s radar for years, and the FBI’s most wanted list, but could only be identified, as Mr.White, because he always got away clean. White slate.”

She flipped through the folder as she quoted something from it.

“And the night that he was uncovered twenty-five years ago, police found heavy substantial evidence in St.James home, revealing him to be Mr.White, which was only after police went through the St.James home, due to discovering a-“

She stopped in her reading abruptly, before returning her eyes to yours, and your eyes shot away from hers at that, staring at the far wall ahead of you, swallowing hard. You grasped the edge of the table now, your jaw clenching even harder and you couldn’t get any words out, and she continued reading. 

-due to discovering a brutal crime scene.” 

Your eyes began to burn now, the tears that were forming threatening to spill any second, as Madani continued quoting what she had in her hand.

“Police were near by, when.. they heard screams, at the St.James home and responded, finding a neighbor who had…discovered the suspect Thomas St.James, with the murder weapon in hand, a knife, near t-the victim, St.James’s wife… Olivia St.James.”

The tears fell now, quickly streaming down your face, as Madani read on. 

“The neighbor, who was close to the couple, went over pick something up for the couple’s c-child, Y/N St.James, who was… attending a s-sleepover with the neighbor’s daughter. The victim’s sister, Elizabeth Y/L/N, took custody of the child, giving the child her sister’s maiden name. Although, St.James was charged with the crimes pertaining to his criminal empire, and the murder of his wife, he has maintained his innocence, ever since.”

Madani closed the folder now and your eyes shifted to hers, the tears still streaming down your face. Her mouth was agape, and she looked like she wanted to say something, but struggled to. 

“I, uh…I didn’t know that he- I didn’t hear that in the news-,” she paused, “I didn’t know, that was going to be in there.”

“Can I ask you, what the point of that was? Any of that?”

“I just- I thought that you could answer some questions on a case that I’ve been working on involving-“

She doesn’t get to finish whatever she was going to say when the door burst open, and a man coming in, his angry gaze on Madani. His grey hair was styled, along with his grey goatee, and he wore a suit. 

“Madani!” He yelled, “I thought I told you one of the other agents would be taking over for this,” he reminded the Agent, and you guessed that the question was rhetorical one, but Madani answered anyway. 

“Yes..sir. But all the other agents weren’t available at the time so, I took over.” She took and breath, and replied, you could noticeably see that she having a bit of a stand off, with the man that you assumed was her boss. 

“…Right..” he trailed off, staring at her with a stern face, before turning to you. “Carson wolf, Ma’am, I apologize for the way that my agent acted, for what was supposed to be a simple appointment for taking a statement,” he held his hand out to shake yours, while glaring at Madani, which you shook in return, “You’re free to go, Ma’am.”

They seemed to be having a stare-off when you leave the room, rushing to find Jaz, so you could go home. On your way out, you didn’t see Billy, and you assumed that he must’ve been in another room, getting his actual statement taken. 

Nothing about what just happened made sense. If Madani had questions about a case you knew something about, which you doubted, why didn’t she just ask you? Or was she using what she knew about you father as leverage, because she believed she wouldn’t get the answers to those questions. 

But who did she have questions about?

…

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Moksha: Chapter 20

Daki rushes to Gyutaro's aid but she is intercepted by Tetsuya, whose power continues to grow with every challenge.

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      Daki hadn't snuck out this far before. Not on her own, at least. It was too suspicious for a woman like her to be seen roaming unaccompanied and Gyutaro had expressly forbidden such behavior. She felt assured in breaking that rule now because she wanted to show him her progress and prove herself to him. The wisteria breeze was weaker than it had been earlier but it still blistered her beautiful skin. Which was an absolutely unacceptable option for her, so she couldn't go sprinting after Gyutaro out in the open.

      Luckily, humans were so stupid that they could bump into a demon and not notice a thing. According to their perception, she could be any one of the girls working in any number of tea houses. All it had taken was stealing unattractive clothes from Kazuko's room like a princess playing the pauper, slashing the human's low-quality makeup onto Daki's much nicer features, and lugging around an empty sake jug as her prop. The great and gorgeous Tsubakihime, reduced to any other run-of-the-mill courtesan. (The makeup was marginally better than the wisteria smog. At least her incredibly good looks shone through, though she knew they would.)

     There was the occasional nuisance. As she smuggled herself through the hall of a competing brothel, one of the older and more experienced courtesans had approached Daki; she delivered some itinerary without knowing who she addressed with a bossy tone and a judgmental hand on her hip. At first taking this woman had been a matter of punishment, but as the demon appreciated her catch's somber sleeping visage, she figured the courtesan's hands and face were rather lovely indeed.

      Seeking her demon brother was easy. Humans were indistinct and numerous, but a demon's existence couldn't be easily hidden from another. Especially not when they shared the same body more often than not. He had been fighting-- under the stinking floral wisteria was the sweetly sour bouquet of eternally dying blood. She wrinkled her nose and sniffed. The contradictory wonderland of perfumes and humans reinforced her composure.

     Daki hated that her brother would do something like this: go diving headfirst into the gaseous death trap like some daredevil, whereas even just slipping between windows and gaps made her break out and seep an unflattering pus-like fluid. She could save her face from most of its effects if she bundled her sleeves and smothered herself then rushed from door-to-door like she was being chased. It was only when the symptoms got worse that she noticed it hadn't affected her obi. While she carefully wiped gooey tears away (mindful of her makeup, her artistry), she realized that the silk was still smooth and dry between her fingers. Crossing to the next building, she slyly split the silk into twin propellers. They swept around her to clear the air as she rushed to the next brothel, this time with much less wheezing and delicately disguised coughing.

     Gyutaro was close. A metallic sharpness in the air was getting stronger among the floral notes, and the humans resembled his usual hunting grounds. He picked uglies often; not as a main feature, but sometimes Daki had to be extremely flexible and understanding of the victims he found. This cluster of houses were full of half-uglies. Basic faces adorned with basic makeup surrounded her; she couldn't help but smirk at the half-assed attempt to put ribbons on these cows, as if to present them as purebreeds. She was grateful that her brother took it upon himself to diversify his diet, which allowed her to eat her 'high-profile' targets; truly, she couldn't stomach it. She wasn't her brother-- she lacked whatever minimal patience and amusement he displayed for the unwanted. The recollection of all he did for her poured a hot shame over her shoulders anew-- she did regret how she had shouted at him.

     As gorgeous and distracted as Daki was, it was only a matter of time before she was singled out again. "Hey. Hey, honey," a stranger slurred, veering into her path from another room. She turned her head fractionally to the drunk man accosting her. "You busy, girl? What's your name? Oh, is this our refill?" His greedy, grimy fingers reached towards the rimmed container in her hands, and Daki instinctively drew away from him.

      "Don't touch me," she snarled, already disgusted by the state of his wrinkled knuckles and chipped nails. His face was worn, laugh lines breaking his skin, eyes creasing as if he were pleased with her regardless of attitude. When she stepped to move around him, he wobbled in her way-- to bar her?!-- no, merely to meander harmlessly. 'Ugly, clumsy oaf!' She resisted the urge to scream. 'Out of my sight!'

     "Whoops," he chuckled, all fun and games, "why don't we switch places?" His other hand settled on the small of her back to guide her past him and his dizzy eyes spiraled onto her face. "Wait," he drawled, vaguely recognizing her, "aren't you--"

     And her obi bit him on the forearm before constricting him, swallowing him whole as she gracefully walked on.

     Three humans preserved into her silken prison began to feel vaguely like a stomachache; she was carrying their collective weight using only her core muscles. The drunk would be for Gyutaro, she figured, and it was only for her family that she didn't instantly murder this aged, ugly creature that marred her belt. Surely her brother couldn't be too angry with her for disobeying now. She could tolerate these discomforts if it meant his approval.

     Daki didn't bother peering her head out before stepping into the night, both obi swirling like oversized pinwheels. But the poison was so much stronger suddenly, so thick and muggy that her clothes felt damp. She shuddered upon inhalation but kept her caustic expulsions contained as she stumbled outside. Her obi arched, coiled, then resumed their clockwise motions of fanning lavender fog away from her. She expected to stumble upon her triumphant sibling by now, the Hashira's head detached from their body and the siblings' worries all over. He was here somewhere, but the smells and sounds were all muddled by the perfume and this district's natural state of amorous activity.

     Her ears, straining for the sound, picked up the whistling of something carving through the haze. Daki flinched, full-bodied, her head ducking and arms raising as her guardian obi tore past her peripheral vision. She struck something with immense force twice, and it struck her back so powerfully that she nearly cried out. Two more belts surged from the stolen kimono, Kazuko's haori billowing up and out from so many moving parts. The rear obi resumed the job of swaying and waving the wisteria away from her.

      Her weapons attacked the spot where her assailant had been-- she swore someone was there, but the calcified belts punctured air and pummeled into the ground. They retracted and circled around her as she swallowed and peered through the smog. 'Was that a Slayer?' she wondered shakily, trying to recall what she had learned from a previous fight she had lost. It was only days ago, but suddenly it felt like ages-- as if she had been unconscious the whole time! All she could muster to mind was how lucky had been that her brother had been there. How she wished he was there for her to lean on.

      'Calm down. Calm down. Big brother is nearby. I'm not alone.' Daki took measured steps, inching her way through the soupy mist. 'I just have to find him.'

      She was scared.

      Tetsuya could feel it: her shaking settled but her footsteps were wary, her head turning this way and that to ensure her safe passage. His chest ached for her and that pissed him off. Whoever she was by day, she was a powerful demon by night. How powerful? Well... every ounce of his being screamed for him to hide, and he couldn't stop himself. So he did, watching her tentatively pass the dark corner he had retreated to. How dare she pretend to be a vulnerable young woman on her own? How dare she make him feel sorry for her.

     With her back turned to him, Tetsuya's sandles whispered across the path with feather softness. The demon spun anyway, two obi tentacles flying out like grasping hands-- he blocked them, parried, and skittered into the fog. She lost him as soon as she had found him, hesitating to pursue this stealthy ambush warrior. Her knees bent, arms at the ready, and she blindly but cautiously proceeded.

     "So this is a den."

     Daki froze midstep at the voice. She remembered with perfect clarity the dirty-blond boy whose wisteria stench nearly smothered her in her own home. She subtly glanced this way and that, spotted a narrow crevice, and made a beeline for the hiding place-- but the swordsman was nowhere to be seen in that alley. Her eyes could only make out litter and abandoned objects...

     "A den?" She wondered aloud.

     "Of demons." The disembodied voice paused. "What are you doing here? Don't lie."

     The demon turned to follow the sound of his voice. Tetsuya recognized her. Not perfectly, but in a way one might recognize a fabric by texture. A memory tipped on the brink of understanding, but the face wasn't right-- he was still too far in the haze to make out definitive features. All he knew for sure was that he had seen her somewhere before. He remained on the roof, moving silently and steadily, watching resolutely.

     Daki's mind blanked as her obi limbs swayed: what was she supposed to do? Could she fit another human into her sash? If she moved again, would he read her and cut her off?

      Could she do this without Gyutaro?

     "That's none of your business," she replied finally. "You're too young to be out here alone. Isn't it past your bedtime, runt?" The boy didn't answer. She thought to herself, 'I can do this.' She had nearly handled the last hashira on her own, after all. This mere child was no more intimidating a threat. And according to Gyutaro, he wasn't the hashira. So there was nothing to be concerned about.

     Runt? Tetsuya was still trying to place her in his memory, recalling Madam Tamaki-- 'But it couldn't be her. This demon moves and speaks totally differently.' Then again, couldn't a demon alter their appearance however they desired?

     "We'll handle this situation. Don't worry, miss." He spoke sternly at Daki with the gratingly polite enthusiasm of a goodie two-shoes. His vaguely nasal, whining voice was annoying. "You'll be free of the Kizuki's influence soon."

     It startled Tetsuya to hear those words coming from him before he knew what it meant. He was certain she had some tie to the Upper Sixth. The beast he met earlier seemed to share mannerisms with this girl: pinched brow, imperious frown, disdainful voice, tightly-drawn muscles. If it weren't for the obvious physical differences, if he were only judging by his newfound sense, he could have been convinced she was a copy of Gyutaro himself.

     "HAH!" Daki barked, obi agitating the air around her. "The only thing keeping me from being free are pathetic humans like you, thinking yourselves gallant for fighting a losing battle!" And because she couldn't help it-- she hated to hear him pity her more than anything else-- she bragged, "I am the Kizuki."

     A cold shock ran him through before the Slayer began to doubt. Of course, she was lying. Gyutaro had been on another level of power-- he nearly got carried away, paranoid over their similarities. The poor woman was delusional. Tetsuya couldn't help but sympathize for this particular enemy: anyone in close proximity with the cruel and violent Upper Rank was automatically a victim. But he steeled himself against that train of thought-- she was still a demon, still a murderer. He gained nothing from the interrogation, so there was little left she could do for him if she was going to lie. He sprung to action, better too late than not at all.

     Daki clenched her teeth when she heard him and jerked her head upward. Right as a shadow fell over her, she glimpsed the vague outline of an oversized Corps uniform. She struck out with her obi but it sliced through polluted air. The figure was gone. She was already backpedaling, throwing the jug as hard as she could. The Slayer was less fast, moreso untouchable. It was as though she were flailing at fumes instead of him. The gusts of poison swirled and parted under her silky blade to reveal-- ta-da-- nothing. The pottery cracked open on the street, shattered pieces skidding around unhindered. Had he been there at all?

     The intangible boy leaned heavily into his Mist Breathing and stooped low, tilting forward and surging into a Shifting Flow Slash. His sword's reach arched so far that it could bisect her if she moved wrong.

     But Daki had taken the even higher route, legs bending and snapping to send her up right before the Slayer reached her. She hugged her thighs to her chest and gasped as if she had seen a cockroach rather than a boy. She didn't fall. The silk ribbons were alive, wriggling and swooshing against the worst of the wisteria; She hovered and marveled at this newfound levitation. Despite these efforts to escape, the irritant was no thinner in the higher altitude and burned clear through her skin. In a way, it was preferable-- with her flesh's nerve endings nearly evaporated, the pain was easier to tolerate. Her regeneration struggled to repair her delicate dermis but her hardier muscles remained capable. (So long as she didn't have to think about how horrible she looked right now, she could tolerate this too.)

     Tetsuya observed, a little impressed but mostly peeved. The demon was in no hurry to land. Just how long could she stay up there? He found himself, once more, moralized by Hinata's lessons-- and this annoyed him more. Foliage Breathing made him more flexible and let him do more things than he could do with Mist Breathing alone. Even Hinata said he'd done well, he just needed more strength. But Hinata had also taught him to use whatever was available to him-- to beat back the darkness and all that lurked within it using anything and everything... he silently slipped his sheath from his back, wrapping its strap around his knuckles and noting the redistribution of weight. Then he leapt up to the demon's level, springboarding off the side of a building so as to mask his movements.

     Daki heard him coming anyway. This time she turned to meet him, one of the obi strands slashing out at his silhouette. But instead of meat or even nichirin, it cracked into the side of a polished surface, the sheath used as a shield. It broke soundly under the strength of her blow, but had thrown her balance off. Tetsuya was still moving-- the obi tangled in his wake as he shoved the limb away, striking her with a chop.

     Daki screamed when the sword dropped into her shoulder and dislodged her clavicle. If she had been more focused, maybe she could have killed him then. But she was new to the discomforts of pain. The worst she experienced on a daily basis was strain and fatigue, and even that was a rare occurrence. The sophistication of her reaction extended to 'Get it away!' and the silk arms slammed into her attacker, hurling the harm away.

     Though fabric, the demon's Blood Art bludgeoned him like a solid brick wall. He had seen it coming and prepared for impact that rocked his entire body, orienting himself midair. The Slayer met earth first, battered but pleased to have gotten so close to an execution blow. There hadn't even been a thread to follow; it was entirely his own skill that led to such a successful wound, even if it visibly stitched itself closed before it could offer him any further advantage.

     When Daki touched ground on her lacquered shoes, the child pivoted and launched himself again-- she flung her arm his way, working her motor skills simultaneously with the Art. It had been an unthinking thing to do but the obi twins struck harder, finally responding to her control in vigor. He swung his oversized blade several times in repetition, parrying and deflecting her silk appendages as though battling two swordsmen at once. Her brain and armpits prickled as the blade sheared clean through her obi on the eighth slash-- it was not supposed to do that! She hissed, yanking her hand (and thus the belts) back. The boy withdrew, allowing the fibers to braid together easier than her flesh and fat.

     "Are those... people?"

     He hadn't noticed them at first-- not until he nearly cut through the image of an older man's amiable, folded expression. Tetsuya counted three sleeping humans sharply contrasting the obi's peony-pink patterns. His throat tightened, cracking his voice mid-demand: "Let them go."

     "Aw," she pouted sarcastically, "and what if I don't? Will you cry? Or scream?" His eyebrows furrowed. She loved knowing she had gotten on his nerves. His eyes were beyond beautiful and righteous anger flashed across their lustrous emerald hue, emphasizing their depths. "What if I want to kill them instead?" she coyly threatened.

     "I gave you a chance," he muttered, hardening his resolve against her bullying. Hinata's dark humor had already blunted the effect of her cruelty. He tried not to think of his teacher's disapproving headshake, of Hinata's frank lecturing. 'I should be better than this.' Switching between Mist and Foliage Breathing wasn't enough to win the fight with Gyutaro, and even progress with this new demon felt too slow. Within reach of his mind was a superior fighting form; something he wasn't practiced in at all, sure, but it proved dangerous and effective against demons.

     "Try it, tiny." Daki expected him to come at her. She was ready this time. She had her arms up, reconsidering her curled knuckles and instead baring her pointed nails. She would have liked if he had a more handsome face, but those eyes were so tantalizing: glistening little candies settled into the meat of his face. The rest of him Gyutaro could have, but she supposed those eyes would be a decent appetizer. She ran her tongue along her upper lip and grinned venomously.

     The mist thickened and then he was gone, lost in the stinking haze. She couldn't smell, see, or hear him, but she knew he was there all the same. The dancing serpentile obi swiped through the vapor; each appendage, too, faded from sharp blossom pink to a mauve purple blur. The unknown made her back away tentatively, well aware that she was being guided into a dead-end corner. The manifestation of a small human barely stood out to her right, and she drew a rear obi tight close to her before its partner flinched out at him. His thrust sliced through the silk easily-- and this time, she did what she thought Gyutaro would do, feeding her opponent the empty length of sashes.

     The obi did not knit back together. He sliced again and again, and she preserved the halves as he provided them. She bore her teeth through the gashes before thrusting both her arms out, crossing one over the other. The obi copied her, forming a woven overlap. The eight obi lanced out, a vicious net prepared to dice him into pieces. Her Blood Demon Art had improved! It felt different than the other attacks; this Eight-Layered Obi Slash felt invincible, no escape available to him and every section completely within her grasp--

     "What is THAT?" she cried as the broad sword danced between his hands, trading places with the sheath briefly before neatly julienning her braided obi into pieces, save for the sections where terrorized humans slumbered. She withdrew the sashes in time to keep the courtyard boy-- there was that at least-- but the Slayer was working his way closer, and no matter how many obi she threw in his path, he was cutting it to pieces like scissors to hair. 

     Tetsuya hissed air through his teeth and charged, diving right into the motion of Foliage Breathing's First Form. As he built momentum, he felt his head become light again. The thinking part of him separated from his body to watch from a dreamy distance. The demon hollered-- he couldn't stop the thrum that ran through him at that, as if a grain of sugar had been dropped on his tongue. She was scared of him. It wasn't enough. He built up speed and power, feeling unstoppable, feeling incredible.

     Daki tried to grasp him-- if she could only take advantage of his consideration for humankind, she could get a hold of him and snap him into pieces. But the swordsman was elusive, slipping through the loops and grapples, that monolith of a sword swinging from hand to hand despite its size and weight, avoiding the remaining hostage as though following a predetermined path.

     Tetsuya felt a tugging from his sword, magnetically drawn to her throat the most direct way: through her wrists, which had instinctively shielded her head.

     Suddenly, her brother's voice bellowed in her head-- not him, but the memory of him cheering her on when she had fought the Hashira. When she was on the brink of losing, her brother had been there: if he could see her now, he would be in a frenzy. Her wrists, nearly completely severed, clapped over either side of the sword and twisted it hard off its path. Her obi, regenerating so fast that its assistance startled her, surged prongs into the ground to give her stability.

     The metaphorical vine tangled, Foliage Form interrupted. The demon flung him away the only way she knew would work in her favor: up. She hauled him as hard as she could and this was boosted by her anchoring. Where he went, so did the bleary wisteria, and she could breathe easier for it. The way she easily shrugged him off disarmed him, for how slender and lovely she appeared. But that wouldn't stop him. His kinetic body was its own cyclical machine and he was already riding a swell of energy once his feet fell onto a rooftop.

      The nasty little infant twisted in the air, sword whistling-- his grip and posture had changed into something else completely, she swore-- and he raised up his sword before the mist swallowed him--

     The building splintered as though a firework had gone off indoors. Then another burst of hot air blew material up through the roof. Tetsuya stumbled and the moment of pursuit was gone, but not the exponential sensory feedback. His mind spilled over. All at once, without even really wanting it, he felt his mind and skin expand over the alley and houses nearby. He would have estimated it to be a five meter radius, if he was capable of paying any attention to it. His nervous system exploded in a way that his senses were like shrapnel ricocheting, and those ringing impacts built an even more detailed visual.

     Crying courtesans indoors, jumping and shrinking at the noise. People turning. Rats scrambling. Insects fleeing. And in the center of it all, two humans and two demons. He could make out the other fight happening behind him without looking over his shoulder-- could feel Hinata, as if the disgraced kinoe were pressed to his own back. His eyes and brain hurt: this facet of his mind had been sleeping for years and only just woke up.

     Daki hadn't fled. Past the boy's outline, tinted with a purple smear, she saw a phantom rise into the air, lifted by a balloon of blood and stars. Screaming after it was Gyutaro-- Gyutaro, needled with the moisture she had wafted there. Her brother, a raw and righteous projectile, was momentarily blinded. The ghost contorted in the air and the stars winked out, becoming a plume of smoke connected to its fist. The fist that moved to assist its twin gripping the katana. The katana that came down on the monster's neck. The monster that was her only loved one left in the world.

      She extended her arm in what felt like sluggish slow motion; the umbilical razor reacted like a second brain, faster than her dream logic sloggishness. 'Don't you touch him! I'll kill you before you can hurt him.'

     Tetsuya felt her move. Her panic and distraction tethered an opening thread to her throat and he wanted to pounce her then, to tear her head off her shoulders, to grab her wrists and shout in her face, to fall to his knees, to beg her to save him, to stop her from hurting someone, to save her from herself--

     Why was his heart beating so fast when his lungs were already so full of air? Why was she aiming wide? Hinata? He lost control of himself and ignored the opening thread, leaping to intercept her attack. His giant sword struck first, a synchronized diving into his target. This wasn't a move he had used before-- it was the move Hinata had used against him, and he didn't know what he was doing-- his body groaned with strain, his jaw chattering with the contact of sliding down along the sash's incline. He hadn't done it properly, he knew that much. The belt bowed like a cable under his weight, carrying him down.

     Daki yowled-- she'd wanted to skewer her brother's assailant, but the boy dampened her force and threw her off aim. She didn't completely miss though, feeling the fabric cuff through the ghost's flesh as if it were her own claws. She couldn't confirm the kill-- they were gone, it and her brother, fallen back into the structure somewhere. And that left the baby Slayer, a threat coming towards her in a foreordained path, but assisted by gravity and this third fighting style. She knew she couldn't stop him herself, only raise her hands in supplication in hopes her arms would take the brunt again-- the obi took over, slackening before briskly straightening, flicking the human child away. She didn't know where, nor was that the most pressing matter. 'Gyutaro, where are you? Are you okay, big brother?'

     Without warning, her dual-mind split into three.

     Daki drowned in a blur of light and motion. Too much overtook her at once. She was standing stock still in an alley. She was wavering in the air, dancing almost. She was plunging headfirst, upside down, a palm cradling her scalp-- no, her brother's-- she nearly swore his throat was cut clean, but there was the distinct webby sensation of nerves singing up and down his spinal cord; there was still some connection. She did it! She saved him!

     It was her first time seeing things from his healing eyes, feeling the things he felt, distorted and faded though they were. The air indoors was a fire pit and this fear liquified her organs, gluing them together. It was like being awake in a nightmare, where her actions were made by someone else but she still faced the consequences. Her brother's body shifted of its own accord, lifting his head onto his shoulders. The hungry ghost of incandescent eyes and smoldering hair was standing, speaking in words she couldn't parse completely. She knew the noises were familiar but... she couldn't comprehend.

     The human didn't seem unnerved-- in fact, they cocked their head and said more things before drawing closer. Her brother's body had yet to budge, and Daki barely had any time to consider the discussion before she felt a blinding pain burst through her systems. Gyutaro's vision blacked out as she was yanked away from his perspective. Her body flailed, seizing with pus and boils in a slurry of mist that her fanning obi couldn't keep away. She hadn't noticed the smoke bomb that the boy dropped at her feet before being sent airborne! Damn that kid! She fled so erratically that she nearly ran facefirst into a wall, gasping through her own, hole-riddled lungs.

     Tetsuya had been flung so far that he lost himself in the spinning rush of flight. He crashed through a harimise, thankfully empty, but it only slowed his violent stop in the brothel's front room. Voices screamed, feet scattered before he had the chance to pick himself out of the debris. Everyone fled so noisily-- he tried to close his eyes and shut it all out, seeking the signature of the demon woman. He couldn't feel anything but the panic and terror. He wished they would stop. He wanted them to shut up and stay down, stay out of his way. Tetsuya shook the wood and dust from his hair, and snapped, "Be quiet!"

     "Sorry," a tiny voice squeaked. Tetsuya opened his eyes. The room had been totally vacated, save for a single girl curled up tight into the corner. She couldn't have been older than him: but the terror he had implemented onto her. It nearly wiped the dissonant, heady sensation from his mind. He was suddenly aware of her eyes on him: his head fell in shame, wishing he could run away and leave his guilt behind.

     In the rush of facing off against a demon, he had nearly forgotten about the people he was meant to save.

     The girl swallowed when Tetsuya raised to his feet. He wanted to comfort her and direct her to safety--- but the stab of a demon on the move yanked his head that way instead. "Stay away," he said, because it was all he could think to say for himself. "It's dangerous."

      The girl faltered and nodded. Another man's voice called out-- "Hey! Punk! Get back here!"-- suddenly stopped by the cornered girl's interjectory, "Dad, stop!" and Tetsuya's inhuman snarl. Both humans shrank away from him, and for that moment, Tetsuya wished they could just run. There was no time to gawk or process. "Leave!" He barked, bursting into the wisteria-polluted air. He didn't even spare a glance back. He could feel the father rush for his child, bundling her into his arms. Tetsuya hardly confirmed even that-- his discipline slipped, and he angrily 'felt' for his surroundings to hunt and kill the demon girl. She wouldn't get away this time. He would cut her asunder for what she did-- for what she made him do.

[noelleusesthisasaficdump]

Lovey

As much as he loved his daughter, he wanted to smother her with a pillow, sleep was a rarity now that she’s lived with them and learned that screaming her head off is the way to be fed or changed.

Four in the morning. Four in the fucking morning.

“Flora Katherine, I’m getting up. You will get what you need. Little brat” he muttered the part about her being a brat under his breath. Knowing she oddly understood when he was being grumpy towards her.

Wayne was home, he held a warm bottle out to the teen father, Eddie muttered a thanks and rushed back into his room.

She ate but whimpered as he started putting her down to go back to sleep.

“Okay Bug, wanna hear a song?” He remembered his mom singing him many Beatles songs growing up “Hey Jude…”

She fell back asleep before he finished the song and they slept like that, Eddie holding her close to his chest and her drooling onto him.

They woke up only a few hours later for Eddie to get ready for work. He did his routine and laid Flora in Wayne's bed so he could get ready and then got her ready.

They had been rotating her onesies in and out for the last two weeks and Wayne had told him to get her some things while he was on break today when they said goodbye to each other

On the way to the mall Flora slept like a dream and it was silent. Eddie walked in like normal and said hello to the old ladies playing bridge like usual, they cooed over Flora and he continued on to Scoops.

He got to work opening and fell into routine, this summer would be good, he’d deal less and maybe be able to take Flora and do fun things with her like the pool. By the end of it all he would maybe have enough saved up to rent an apartment and she could have a nice life until they left Hawkins.

Eddie constructed a life for her in his head, thoughts of taking her to the playground and bandaging her scraped knees. One day she would ride a bike and he could teach her how to drive when she’s older.

He would do everything for her.

“Morning Eddie” Robin walked in and they fist bumped like normal.

“Hey Robin”

“Good morning baby” She cooed at Flora who was slowly waking up from her slumber. Having Flora in his baby carrier helped with the tips a lot. Robin helped get her into the device and they started the finishing touches on opening up shop.

Steve came in later than Eddie, Robin opened most days, claiming even thought she wasn’t a morning person, that she liked opening the shop because it wasn’t as busy in the morning

The trio got through the rush easily since they had developed their routine. Then before long Eddie noticed he could take his break, he only had 30 minutes to grab food for himself, eat, and get his little girl some new clothes

“Shit.” Steve turned to Eddie with a look of concern “I have to get food during the lunch rush and then run to get Flora some new clothes, we’re running out of clean onesies fast these days” Steve held his hands out, in an offering

“I can take Flora if you run and grab her some onesies, I’d recommend a 3-6 month one, maybe some socks for when it gets cold back here.” Eddie gave him a blank look “My cousin has a baby.”

Eddie bowed slightly in a thankful gesture, before running out into the mall in a full sprint, hoping to knock out the shopping before getting food so he would be able to eat while it was still warm.

The mothers in the Bye Bye Baby gave him enough weird looks for a lifetime as he was grabbing multiples of different colored onesies and socks, grabbing some toys for good measure, slapping everything down on the counter while showing his mall discount and slapping the money down.

Looking down at his watch told him that he was only 8 minutes into his break.

New record.

After running with the bag of baby things to the food court and cutting many people in line Eddie had time to run into the back and scarf down his Chinese food without going over his 30 minutes for a break.

“Dude. You should be on the track team, or football team” Robin looked at him in awe

“I’m a drug dealer, well I was, I know how to run and dodge” Eddie said with a mouthful of fried rice. “But I played football for a year in middle school, I broke my elbow so my uncle said no to another season. Too broke for all the injuries.” Steve handed Flora back, her wide eyes looking up at her dad as he shoveled food into his mouth and bounced her.

“You got her a lovey?” Steve’s voice broke the sound of food and Floras giggling as she was bounced

“That’s what it's called? I just called it a jojo when I was little. I thought it would be nice, I had one when I was a baby and had it forever, a little piece of me she can have when I finally find someone to watch her while I work” Eddie closed up his to go box and tossed it away in the trash before playing with Flora a little bit.

Robin signaled that the break was over and Eddie went back out front.

The rest of the Friday rush went smoothly and they were all able to go home before midnight for once.

[beevean]

Whatever you said i wholeheartedly agree, especially the fact that its so fucked up trevor and syphas ass had to leave him to grieve his father alone for some stupid fucked up honeymoon of theirs.

I also hate it when these not-twins are being smothered love on, they shouldn’t even have been recreated, as you said, alucards story shouldve ended there, or atleast these ‘friends’ shouldve came and helped him grieve, but no, lets follow some ‘prophecy and make babies’

I will never understand why Trephacard is the most popular ship in the fandom. Those three are mean to each other! Alucard is an asshole to both and has said some vile things that cross the line from banter to verbal abuse, Sypha spent half of her screentime with Trevor insulting him and calling him rude, Trevor abandoned a guy who just killed his own father in his own childhood home, and they spent more time separated than together!

You know the issue? The issue is that S1&2 are, in theory, an adaptation of Dracula's Curse. And at the end of that game, Alucard is so distraught at the death of his father that he decides to seal himself in his coffin. His story was done until SoTN. Trevor and Sypha's story was also done, save Trevor's very minor role in CoD. They were done. S3&4 should have been about Hector and Isaac only, because even in the show, their arcs had just begun. But no! We have to pretend the story is still about Trephacard, even though they have nothing else to offer and even though the story has clearly become about Isaac and the Styrian council!

I get the idea of Alucard dealing with the grief of his parents' death and loneliness. But he really... does nothing in S3. He can't even go to sleep because Trevor asked him to guard the Belmont Hold. I genuinely have no idea what he could do to make an interesting story that doesn't involve creating OCs that only exist to give him yet more trauma (not that it ends up mattering).

Fun thing, the best idea I read is a common Hectorcard fanfic plot: Hector escaping Carmilla's yoke, somehow, and running back to the castle to seek refuge, meeting Alucard there. Ship aside, that would have made for a much more interesting story, allowing them to bond over Dracula and discussing about morality and mankind and hopefully being kinder to each other than Alucard was to anyone else or the world was to Hector. (also this way we'd avoid Hector's utterly disgusting arc and his character lobotomy)

However, this would require the writer to know what kindness and hope are. Which we know it wasn't the case :^)

[sleepingdeath-light]

relationship hcs ; beast

requested by ; mod / self indulgent

fandom(s) ; black butler

fandom masterlist(s) ; hub | specific

character(s) ; beast

outline ; “dating headcanons for beast”

warning(s) ; none, just fluff!

beast is an incredibly affectionate and loving partner — someone who remembers every little thing about you and who is happy to smother you with physical affection — but she has a very distinct insecure streak that leads to her having lots of doubts about herself and your relationship and withdrawing as a result (this can be resolved with open and honest conversation, but that doubt never truly goes away no matter how much she works to resolve it)

she doesn’t really do pet names, but for how sweetly she says your name when talking to or about you it might as well be one — how excited she sounds when she runs up to greet you after being apart for some time, how she says it in a tired half-slur when she first starts to wake up in the morning, how dreamily she whispers it when she sees you doing something you love from a distance, how she cries it between giggles when you pull her into a hug and start to cover her face and neck with kisses, etc.

she’s incredibly physically affectionate and loves being in your arms — whether that’s cuddling after a long day’s work, hugging you (or being hugged by you) from behind whilst working, being wrapped up in warm side-hugs on cold mornings, or sharing a large coat after practise when she’s colder than she’d like to admit — but she’s also very giving and will happily smother you with hugs and kisses if you let her (with her favourite places to kiss you being on your lips and on your wrists)

the rest of her family have caught her daydreaming about you a great many times (even before the two of you were together) and they both find it adorable and tease-worthy — with joker in particular calling you her ‘future mister/missus/better half’ long before the two of you were an item (which always left her red in the face and huffy)

if you lend her any item of clothing expect her to get incredibly flustered and to never get it back — whether it’s a larger item like a shirt or jacket, or something smaller like gloves or a scarf (you’ll see her wearing them as often as she can with a serene look on her face, only for her to deny it if you bring it up to her)

she’s extremely cuddly in bed and can only sleep when she’s wrapped up in your arms with her ear against your chest — lulled to sleep by your heartbeat and comforted by your touch as she drifts off with a half-yawn, half-whispered ‘i love you’ and a peck to the underside of your jaw as she makes herself comfortable

she’s a bit of a perfectionist when it comes to her makeup for performances and will often come to you for help or feedback to make sure everything is as even as possible — bonus points if you offer to do her lipstick and perform a ‘transfer’ test by kissing her because you will fluster her beyond relief

she treasures each and every gift you give her and thanks you earnestly for each — and she saves up a great deal of her wages in order to spoil you in return (wanting so dearly to be able to take care of you even if her lifestyle make it as easy as she would have liked)

for as patient as she is with you, beast still has a tremendous temper and is not afraid to threaten, intimidate or fight anyone who tries to disrespect you or your relationship — she’s been reprimanded for it several times but she’s not going to become any less protective any time soon

[wind-corner]

Chapter ten

Brigitte admit she was tried after everything that happened. Also her parents seemed to smother her for a while, and while it was a bit of a pain she was sort of happy to see her parents after all its been a while.

And after calming her dad down (something both she amd her father did a bit often) she was able to go back to her dorm though she was followed by her parents till they seemed to be called else where and while she had simply wanted to flop down on her bed and sleep, for quite a long while. It seemd her absence caused a power valcum that before she could sleep Brigitte had to stomp out. And remind everyone one, no only who she was but the pride they should have as members of their dorm and that they shouldn't bring shame to the dorm by acting like fools.

And while most time she was quiet and didn't say much she knew it was the time to get loud m, and loud she got. And she admit she was worried she might have hurt a few ears, but they honestly needed to behave like reasonable people, rather than a bunch of fools. But at least that event made it clear.to her that she seemed to have gotten faster and stronger in her time away from home.

Of.course she had texted meri who oddly enough didn't respond till that morning saying that they were training for months with weights, which made Brigitte wonder if she could mimic it with actually weights and decided she should most likely do that so she could keep the speed and strength from the fight. But that would be something she had to look in later?

Or ask mister crewel the potion teacher? Or would it be better to ask Mrs crewel the home economics teacher? After a moment of thought Brigitte figure it might safer to ask the potion teacher since everyone knows if you don't make an appointment Mr crewel the math teacher and Mrs crewel would be making out in their class room, and she rather not walk into that. Roumor has it someone saw them doing worse but it has never been confirmed.

But pushing all that aside Brigitte has slept poorly and had been awoken by her alarm. Because it seems the headmage wouldn't let them escape from school, and thus Brigitte got up and dressed before heading to the cafeteria for some breakfast.

Yawning she didn't seem to notice or care about most of the whispers around her, after all its not like she could stop them, and it's not like they were saying anything bad, just talking about her, chaim and meri returning from where they disappeared from. As well as the beating she had done to her dorm, or at least the ones who had thought to cause trouble but for now everything should be peaceful.

At least in her dorm, sighing she wonder what the cooks had been making when she heard someone calling her name and for a moment she was confused since not to many people add the word 'miss' to the front of it. Before it clicked. And she recalled the Heartslabyul freshman she had saved.

Having noticed the girl she gave her a light wave. And she noted the girl coming closer to her, and Brigitte wonder if she could ask the girl what was good today? (After all she couldn't remember what they were serving today since she wasn't fully sure if she only slept for a few hours or for mutable days. Mostly because how tried she felt maybe after a few days she might stop feeling light headed? Another thing to text her friends about later.

Ywaning Brigitte soon found herself bombard with questions one after another, it seemed the freshman was both worried and curious. And while she did try to think of the events she knew their was a bit of a haze a fog hiding it, but than again that was also explained to her, after the mission of getting them back, a lot of the information would be destroyed, esared from the records to keep anyone from using the information from being used for evil uses. Afrer all time travel isn't something anyone should truly have.

Reaching out she found herself patting the girl's head. She was much smaller than herself so it wasn't hard to do so. "I don't mind answering some of your questions, but is it alright if I eat first?"

It seemed the girl was embarrassed as she seem to apologize, in which brigtte told her it was fine and than went to go get food before sitting down, and it seemed while she had been doing that the freshman had bought over her own meal to sit beside her.

And.the girl begin her questions and while Brigitte couldn't remember details, not that she planned on telling the girl everything, memory wipe or not. After all she didn't want someone overhearing and than trying to get more information out of her. Information she didn't have. Why did people have to be so heartless to others? No what matters is doing what can to do what's right.

So eating and answering every few questions Brigitte found herself in the middle of many other people as she had to mention what happened but rather go into details she was merely answering questions of the people who had gather around her in hopes to know what happened.

By the end of breakfast and the bell rang to go to classes she had a mix of students from diffrent dorms around her seeming to be watching her, some with a shine in their eyes. Others with a bit of disbelief, others who seemed to want to ask more but where unsure how too.

What she did tell them, they were transport to another world, the air their was like breathing though smog, and their movement was hinder by some great weight. They did have to dress like the locals so they weren't found out. They had only fought one great beast (she didn't tell them it was an overbloat rotem) no they didn't become famous because they were trying to keep a low profile.

The food was decent, they got the foods by a bit of trading and selling things (she wasn't fully sure how, but it seems meri and chaim made it possible and she wasn't to sure ask for more details but they had said it was legal means), and no they didn't find love since they try to stay close to themselves, and not interact with people unless they couldn't help it.

They weren't sleeping out in the wood but had found a small abbondon place to room for the time they were there. They even fixed it up so it was more liveable for them. And based on the dates, seemed time flow the same there as it did here so they were their for the same amount of time as they were missing here.

And yes they had been looking for a way back home. But it had taken us a while to get back, thankfully they did get back since she admit to being tried, of not being home. She also said she did get to see a lot of cute animals and pet them.

And yes their was nature so they did what they can in the shadows. After that point Brigitte had wrap everything up and had gotten up since they still had classes, or rather she did, she wasn't sure if meri and chaim would. And Brigitte found herself hoping her two friends would be ok. All she could do was hope they would be alright. None the less she had class to go and hopefully not a lot of make up work.

So after getting up tossing her trash and say buy to all the ones who had gather to hear her talk about what happened Brigitte made her way to the first class of the day, feeling rather hopeful for the day ahead.

[reacty]

OK before we follow the end of the journey of our beloved byronic heroine and wives Yvette and MC i need to do some announcements:

I'm very busy with fanfic so once i finish Yvette route, i will write the other routes in the same way i did with Yvette initial: seasons reactions instead of episode for episode.

Don't worry i will not stop writing reactions, indeed I announce that after this i will write the reaction of Wrath[SWM].

And after her you can vote which route i should write reactions. Here the choices:

With this 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, and 1.

Let's go with Yvette Holte S7(and the last season) E1:

After the calm before the storm Yvette made her choice, so MC did her choice as well...

she pondered her life post love-removal will, she will feel empty? Stil herself but unable to romantical love? Before she can mull over further, Joice always the best mom ask her if she is sick, bad, someone hurt her(Vuzass even in the death is still causing trouble), that her loved one left her, Joyce reassure that while she loved MC father it's also true that she love other man as well and did her best to give MC all the love she needed and she know future is scary but she must marry Yvette because she is a keeper!

Me: Yvette, best wife ever!!!

After the sweet mom and daughter talk, MC go the deadly sin to decide the next moves, Vinca grumbles about bad news, Trudy talk about ice creams while Lazareth ask Yvette what is it. Yvette say that she must master her control on fire while being careful to not messed up the smothering the fire. They start the training MC noticed that the fire are lured by her.

MC: I'll give Vinca a club.

Me: I love them!!!

Yvette training isn't going well until MC incourage her and Lazareth remember her that she is in control of the fire not the contrary...but then an earthquake literaly shake the things up and Vinca save MC ftom a bad fall, yo both surprise (Vinca finally consider her a friend eh? Our tsundere😁☺). Vinca and MC proced to have a pivate chat and bluntly say she know her plan and MC caustically answer back that Yvette plan is unacceptable only for Vinca to counter she would do her plan the heck that will accept MC plan and suggest that if MC wish to go through her plan must plan it PERFECTLY!!!

After the long day Yvette and MC do a well deserve cuddle.

While MC is planning her next moves, Yvette is enjoy this moment (their typical day is the calm before the storm....), since happiness love to avoid.

They made love since they didn't know what will happen tommorow, they become one as their worries dissapear for now.

Me: Enjoy this moment my byronic wives!🤤

Yvette call MC her dream becoming reality just for her, MC ask to make her dream a reality so Yvette feel her skin to skin, of all MC sound dhe made for Yvette to hear, teasing MC to frustation and to Yvette amusement, to touch her in any ways: fingers, lips, tongue while saying MC to be a good girl, to see the end of this ordeal of a journey and enjoy a peaceful journey, to make love everyday,

They fall asleep....only to MC to see Yvette frailing in her sleep!!! MC wake her up asking what's going on...

Me: Oh no.....😭😭😭😱😱😱😰😰😰.

Alright! S7 EP2: 3, 2, 1, here we go!

We left our byronic heroine with Yvette wake up from a nightmare and with the omnimous words of something bad was on its way.

Me: The Not-demon i'm afraid.

MC comfort Yvette and to coax from what is going on, but Yvetts is too agitated to give an sensate answer, throught she's successful able to calm Yvette down and fell asleep.

Its morning and the lovebirds are tempted to be lazy cats but MC promised to her mother that she'll not worry her, Yvette stated MC mother is the only one she's willingly to share since family are a true treasure...

Me: Oh Yvette, are you thinking about your parents 🥲?

While she knew that her friends×family Vinca and Laz will do anything for her, she miss all things that are supposed to be unconditional.

Me: Vuzgamad, dam youuuuuuuuuuu!!!

MC comfort her saying her love is uncodintional and Yvette reciprocated her words with hers: MC is her home now.Then she asked if she can go MC home with her

and of course MC agree. So once at Mc home, Joyce being Joyce take Yvette and work together to prepare an earthquake kit: mother and daughter in-law (i said it correctly?) bonding time 😊. Joyce grab Yvette hands 😱 but luckly our badass is in control and the best mom admire Yvette's nails and she should take care of it, only for Yvettd smugly saying that she can buy helps if needed. Joyce wisely stated that having many people willingly to help (her) but

[littlewalken]

oct 22

Today is planned to be long so I'm hoping in a way it helps me with my sleep. I'm going to sleep at my usual time but waking up early. Yesterday the nap I needed was delayed then I was waken up from it and expected to use my whole brain on yet another mess connected to the Life Ruiner and the Greedy Cousins, but in reality it was safe from them, and so I got to spend the rest of the day not quite awake and dealing with the smothering unit's phone she insisted upon because it was free.

I am beyond getting involved with her and her phone shit. The home button on the red iPhone, which ironically I got for "free" with president money, is too hard to push (no its not) and Sprawl Mart has a bargain on them (like single digit models probably with home buttons) and... Only get your refurb iStuff from Apple themselves or a Best Buy open box (I've done both) or a legit phone company with a free last year's model just for walking in the store.

If she didn't have prices to complain about or needing a haircut to complain about or the consequences of her own cheapness to complain about I don't know what she'd do.

Fuck yeah I know it burns her I spent $$$$ on getting the car properly repaired. Not like it was her money nor have I ever figured what she would actually do with any extra money she'd have because it certainly wouldn't be on a nice thing when a cheap and shitty version can be found.

something something The staff at the car wash won't be going in to our glovebox and taking the triple end USB charge cable they aren't related to us something something you weren't complaining that I could have saved $ just getting the one kind we didn't have when we were driving back from the Mystery Flesh Pit something something it makes a great weapon too something something

The three year moratorium on the fucked up shitty summer of 2021 passed by without my even noting it. Not that the time after living in the carbon monoxide field did us any more favors but it got us closer to where we are now.

Didn't really have any time to write yesterday between going out on a bit of an adventure to find a junk store that ended up being meh and then finding the archive had somewhat returned, and not being awake and able to function much after the nap, but I'll see what my mind comes up with while I spend several hours in the car today.