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whosjunglejim4322 · 4 years ago

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SMUT, collegecrush!au, tattooed Johnny agenda, bff Jaehyun! And brief mentions of him being drunk, all the yearning, Johnny is whipped for you but you didn't hear that from me, he's got a big dick, brief dry humping, finger fucking and pussy eating bc....I'm a whore, sensual fucking cause he thinks ur precious teehee ngl I have a crush on this Johnny

A month ago, if someone would have told you that Johnny Seo would be watching The Matrix trilogy with you while sitting on your living room floor under a blanket that he'd brought to the routine occasion - you would have thought them to be crazy. Insane, even.

And not because Johnny is unpleasant to be around, quite the contrary. Despite his popularity he's one of the most levelheaded, endearing frat boys - for lack of better term - you've ever met, and you also happen to think of him as a superhero of sorts, always there the moment you need him.

It had been a party, where the two of you met - sort of. Not shocking, in the least bit, but also not the first place you would have planned to be on a Saturday night. Jaehyun, being the stubborn and puppy dog eyed best friend that he is, insisted that you come along with him - that he'd keep you glued to his side all night long.

Of course, in proper Jaehyun fashion, three tequila shots in and a game of beer pong had him barely cognitive and passed out on some ones bathroom floor within two hours. The house was big, but filled with people and between trying to lift him up while he giggled about your hair smelling so good and sweet - you also feared anyone seeing him like this. Even if it weren't the first time.

His presence spooked you, at first, a light tap on your shoulder from somewhere behind you just as you attempted to lift your aforementioned best friend for what felt like the hundredth time that night. You nearly dropped him back on his head, if it weren't for quick hands and a sturdy grip on the drunk boys slumped shoulders.

He looked like sunshine, honey skin and dyed blonde hair with the dark roots growing out - a soft, comforting smile across the smooth planes of his face. Dark ink peaked out from where the collar of his shirt had drooped, appearing to be spilling from his shoulder. Your arms felt weaker than before, and embarrassment regarding the situation began to make your skin hot.

"I got him, don't worry," he'd assured with a gentle grin, lifting your bestfriend with an ease you almost wanted to scowl at. His height had been startling too, and not just because you were sitting on someone's bathroom floor. "did you guys drive here?"

You shook your head, a sigh of frustration leaving your lips and slumping your posture as you remembered that you both had walked here. Johnny slung Jaehyuns arm over his broad pair of shoulders, and jerked his chin towards the door, which you opened warily.

"I'll drive you home, it's no problem," his voice was soft, reassuring and you were taken aback. He obviously knew Jaehyun, and you'd never met any of his friends that were so...pleasant. "let's get him to my car first."

It wasn't nearly as painful and humiliating to push past crowds of intoxicated people with Johnny leading the way, as it would have been if it were just you. No one even batted an eye at the way he was dragging Jaehyun like a ragdoll, while the boy grumbled under his breath like a child.

People looked at him, of course. Oh, they looked at him. But not because of his human luggage, and it felt odd to see so many eyes on one person, to realize that his presence has the same effect on everyone else as it did you.

He kept looking back, making sure you were still close behind him, and it wasn't until you were outside in the open that you realized he'd been clinging on to the fabric of your jacket, making sure you didn't stray. Your heart felt like it was bursting open. Focus. You'd thought to yourself.

"That's my car over there, can you open the door for me?"

You jogged towards the sleek, onyx colored SUV that looked like a shadow against the dark bushes, and in just a split second Johnny was behind you, maneuvering Jaehyun into the backseat.

"Mmm...leather." Your best friend's giggle made you all the more grateful for the fact that you hadn't had to do this alone, his cheeks bright red and eyes crescent moons from the way he gleefully grinned. Still, you love him nonetheless.

You pulled your jacket off and prepared to drape it over his body before Johnny stopped you with a gentle hand, shaking his head. "I've got two on, let me."

His jacket probably sufficed more anyways, a heavy denim that would actually cover most of Jaehyuns body. You thanked him with a shy smile while he closed the door, and headed towards the passengers seat.

This experience had been the beginning, the car ride home that night being one full of conversations - genuine conversations, and he didn't leave once you both arrived at your apartments. Jaehyun snored in the background while the two of you talked, laughed. It was hard to look him in the eyes, to not make it so obvious - it's hard now, too.

Neo and Trinity kiss on the screen in front of you, and you wonder how Johnny sees you. Sure, he's flirty, overtly sometimes, but there's never been a definitive line to mark where the both of you really are on the friendship spectrum. If you even want to call it that.

Every time he touches your cheek or catches you staring, even when you're walking to your classes and his hand graces the small of your waist just before he waves you goodbye - you have to assume that he knows what he's doing - that the tension hasn't ever just been one sided.

His hair is a light chestnut brown now, longer than usual and flopping into his eyes from the sides. It's unfair, how he doesn't even have to try. The sharp slope of his nose, the bow of his lips, even the elegance of his neck and jaw. That awe from when you first saw him, has never left.

Not to mention that you often times forget he has so many tattoos whenever he decides to wear short sleeves, the art inky and stark against his olive skin - riveting down from his biceps like silk, cascading over his thick forearms and ending at his knuckles.

You turn your attention back to the laptop upon realizing that you've gotten caught up, heart still rattling underneath your ribcage. It makes it worse, the fact that the heat of his body is so close, that you can smell the scent of dryer sheets clinging onto the fabric of his shirt along with the natural allure of his skin.

"Why were you staring at me?" His breath is warm against the shell of your ear and you shudder, surprised by his sudden closeness and the timbre of his voice. You turn to face him with an incredulous expression, feigning innocence - but he makes it damn near impossible with the way he's looking at you - a dark eyebrow raised and a sly smile playing on his heart shaped lips.

"I was looking at your tattoos, cause - uhm, I forget they're underneath your clothes sometimes." You confess, and his knee knocks against yours underneath the blanket.

"Mmhm, so you think about what's under my clothes?" He teases, and takes pride in the way your eyes glower at him, a scoff leaving your mouth. It's hard to be annoyed when he's so vibrant, right here in front of you.

"Just the art, this one's my favorite." Eager to not have the pressure on you anymore, you reach out to grasp his wrist - not realizing how deeply of a need you've had all this time to do so, until you're tracing the flower that's decorating the top of his hand.

In hindsight, it's a bold move - but you can't go back now, not when he's staring down at you so fondly, scooting closer and placing his hand in your lap while you admire his body art.

"Yeah? Why's it your favorite?" He asks, genuinely curious. He nudges your shoulder with his when he sees the shy smile spreading across your lips, your skin hot to the touch. His comfort level has you less nervous than you were before, and the whole thing feels oddly natural, being so close together.

"I don't know, it just suits you. Your hands are so big, and the little vines looping around your knuckles really makes them look...delicate."

You don't dare look up, not when you realize his chest is rising and falling faster than it was before, just like yours is as you spread his fingers out and play with the digits, his face just inches above yours, voice warm in your ear.

"Second favorite." It's not a demand but it's not exactly a request either, and there's a safety in the energy pulsating around you both - mutual, rippling like a current through your bones.

Your eyes deliberately trail up the length of his long arm, scanning, and your fingertips press against the belly of the dragon that wraps around his bicep, sinewy tail tapering off just below his elbow. You've secretly admired this one for a long time, sneaking glances whenever you can. He turns more towards you just the slightest bit, and the closeness begins to make you feel dizzy.

"Your hands are soft."

This time, you can't not look at him, belly filled with a need to see his face, to save the memory of his features so up close in the back of your mind. However, once you do, look up at him - you almost wonder how you'll be able to handle it at all, his amber eyes boring into you as if he's trying to read your thoughts.

"So is your skin." Is what you manage to reply, willing yourself not to look at his soft, inviting mouth - afraid you'll give yourself away. You feel something stroke the side of your cheek and it takes you a second before realizing he's touching you, apparently giving yourself away isn't an issue. You feel like you're being set ablaze.

"Is it really just the tattoos, you think of?" You're not imagining things, he's definitely moving closer - you can smell the starbursts that he ate earlier still sweet on his breath, the wrappers crumpled on the coffee table next to the laptop.

It's all settling in, the realization that this hasn't been just you, fantasizing and daydreaming about someone who hasn't even realized how his natural charm has made you feel.

You're afraid to speak, so you shake your head as a response to his question, the atmosphere thickening impossibly now that he's cupping your chin between his fingers, the tips of your noses almost touching. You've placed your palm against his knee without even realizing it, steadying yourself.

"I've wanted to kiss you since the day we met," he confesses, dark eyebrows furrowed as if he's restraining himself, waiting. "is this...is this okay?" Your lower belly flutters, and you're almost afraid to move, to change anything about this moment and the way it is right now.

"Me too. I've wanted to kiss you, I mean." You breathe out, and now your lips are ghosting against each other, a moment of hesitation that feels both infinitesimal and fleeting. "It's more than okay." A heartbeat passes and he presses his mouth against yours, so pillowy soft that you gasp, surprised.

It's just a second, that he pulls away to look down at you, and your expression is so heavenly - so hazy and delicate. He kisses you again and this time your lips begin to overlap, from top to bottom, suckling and getting used to the feel of each other. He's still holding your face, but with both hands now, thumbs on your cheeks and fingers wrapping around to the nape of your neck.

You cling onto him like you've no other choice, desperate to have him underneath your fingertips, reminding you that this is really happening and that your mind isn't just creating very vivid daydreams. He pulls you closer and you grip onto his broad shoulders.

"Mm, you're so sweet," he lilts between his kisses, tone somewhere between bliss and desire. You're not expecting to be so worked up already. "even better than I imagined." His tongue slips past yours, wet and warm and it's like your body is being put on vibrate.

He senses this too, with the way you're almost in his lap, breath unsteady. His arms are around your waist before you can move any further, pulling you on top of him and locking you to his torso.

"Johnny." You strain, as the feeling within you becomes overwhelming, craving his touch, his mouth. It doesn't help that he's being so vocal, as well - the sounds sweeter, and more desperate than you'd expect from him. It has something feral igniting within you.

What shocks you the most is that he's already hard underneath you, and the thought alone is enough to have you keening further against his chest, tightening your thighs' grip around his trim waist- not to mention you can feel him snug against your ass, material of your shorts so thin it's palpable when he twitches.

So, naturally, your whine is petulant when his mouth departs from yours, his plush lips a deep blush, matching his cheeks in their hue. He's just as worked up as you if his erratic breathing and the way that he grasps onto your sides is anything to go by, and you shouldn't be as surprised as you are about it.

"You...have no idea," he pants, smoothing his thumb over your bottom lip. "how badly I've wanted you. In so many ways."

Your heart feels like it's attempting to burst through your chest in an effort to be closer to him, his sharp eyes lowly lidded but fierce in their honesty. You take this brief moment to touch his face, his soft cheeks and the smooth, taut ridge of his jaw. It all feels too real to be a dream. This must be reality.

"I'm only stopping because, well I like you," it's hard to pinpoint if the trembling of his hands is fueled from his desire or his nerves, but either way he's got your rapt attention. You doubt anyone could look away from those eyes.

"I like you a lot and...fuck, I don't want to do anything you aren't comfortable with or...sure about. Because I'm sure about you." He finishes, sincere and stoic while holding you against him. You feel like you're floating.

"I have a really big crush on you, Johnny," you kiss his mouth and he smiles against it, humming in contentment. Suddenly, your nerves are replaced by pure adrenaline. "and I like you a lot, too." When you pull back from his lips with a soft smack, his expression causes your skin to burn hot.

"So it'd be okay if I did..." he tilts your head to the side, and a flurry of goosebumps descend across your skin, his breath warm against your throat. "this?" A kiss, soft but purposeful, is placed there, and you shudder.

All you can do is nod in affirmation, heartbeat in your ears among other places. Your fingers run through the hair at the nape of his neck while his mouth begins placing warm, wet pecks against yours, and his body lurches when your thighs tighten around his torso.

It only manages to work you up further, of course, brain already high off of the fact that Johnny likes you back...in fact...he truly is as good as you've always thought, sweet and kind and nasty, groaning when you rut your hips against him.

"Baby, you're shaking." He mouths against your jaw, wondrously and laced with an undertone of hunger. His strong arms hold you tight, eyes softening when he looks down at you and realizes just how worked up you really are.

"I just want you really bad, Johnny." Your body emphasizes your point, chest pressed against the firmness of his, nipples hard behind your shirt. He can practically feel you throbbing.

It's a little fucked up, honestly.

No ones ever had him this head over heels, he feels himself melting against you, your voice sweet and syrupy, dripping with this ache just for him and he's losing it.

"Yeah?" He muses, the wide palm of his hands sliding down the curve of your back, and over the swell of your ass where it's planted so firmly atop of him - massaging you there. "Where do you want me, honey?"

The pet names have you too worked up, you really could get off of anything right now and he's tracing the back of your thighs now, swirling his soft fingertips around, leaving a wake of searing heat in their path.

"Want you everywhere, just - mmph." This kiss interrupts you, bruising in it's intensity and he cups your face softly as a silent apology despite the fact that you're letting out small coos of satisfaction, tugging at the ends of his messy hair.

For a second you feel like you're being lifted, not realizing he's just moved you both to the couch until your head is resting against the cushions, inky arms caging your body against the length of his. He groans when you palm at his stomach, touching and rubbing his sides and then the broad of his back.

All the while his free hand, the one that's not attached to the arm holding himself up, does some exploring of its own, palming your breasts through your shirt and squeezing with just enough pressure to have you arching into his touch.

Automatically, your legs wrap around his middle and your heels dig into the dimples of his back, and his hips pivot downwards to nestle right in between yours. You're both instantaneously struck by the sensation of your centers meeting, his length jerking inside of his pants, your clit throbbing in yours.

"Gonna touch you..." nimble fingertips dance over the skin of your inner thighs. "...here, is that okay?" The warmth of his hand cups your sex and now you're positive that wetness has begun to soak through your underwear, senses gone haywire from the way he's rubbing you, up and down.

"Mhm that's - yes, that's okay." You pant, desperate to feel him as well and reaching in between your bodies in an attempt to grasp at him - his height doesn't make this as easy as you thought and your pliant hands meet just his navel, the faintest of happy trails soft against the skin here.

He switches to his thumb now, instead of the heel of his palm to rub you through your shorts. He searches, for a short moment, finding what he's looking for and pressing the pad of his finger against your bud.

He kisses your whimper, shifting his hips and shuffling upwards just a smidge so that your hands can reach his hard cock. You have to maneuver your arm underneath his but it's working out fine so far, your eyes widening once you feel the twitch of his length.

"Oh." You gasp, expecting to have felt it all while you were on his lap, but missing by a longshot. He's big, bigger than anticipated and you're a bit too flustered as you follow it's bulge through his sweats. He groans your name, and you might be short circuiting.

"You're so hard...and b-big, Johnny you're really big." The incredulity of your voice only has his hunger growing, threatening to swallow him whole. In one breath your hands are pulled from him, pinned above your head with his gentle fingers barring your wrists.

"You're so fuckin' cute," he professes with an awed lilt, moving his hips in circles between yours - his shaft, heavy and thick, nudged against your lips. "wanna make you feel good...mm, wanna make you cum."

Butterflies threaten to flutter into your throat and suffocate you, his breath warm and sweet against your cheek before he's nipping at your earlobe. You feel like you're high, spinning yet completely grounded by his weight above you, against you.

"I want you Johnny, want you to fuck me." You try to turn your head, bashful of the way you're being so shameless but he's not having it, keeping his gaze on your every expression, trying not to lose his sanity when you grind yourself against him. Your voice, petulant and needy, is enough to have him at his wits end alone.

"I will baby, I will," he promises sweetly, accentuating his point by letting go of your wrists, and using one of his hands to pry your thighs open. He rolls his agile hips against you and the friction has you reaching out to grasp at his waist - trim and firm underneath your fingertips. "just gotta get you ready first."

He sits back on his haunches and you pout about the lack of content, his pleased grin a beacon as he hooks his fingers into your waistband, pulling your shorts off your hips and past your thighs - till they're at your ankles, and it feels surreal when he throws them somewhere behind the couch, too eager for his own good.

You're brought back to current reality when his big hands caress the tops of your thighs, before creeping down into the soft crease where they're shut closed in embarrassment, and pulling them apart.

He outwardly marvels and you wonder if he can see you clench, the moment overwhelmingly intimate with the way he's staring directly at the wet spot that’s soaked through the crotch of your panties. He takes only a moment to reach out and press his thumb against the dampness, balls tightening with the need to release each time you whimper or gasp.

With his cock leaking in his pants, he wastes no time, taking the flimsy piece of fabric off so fast you don't even have time to by shy about him seeing you naked and glistening in front of him. Furthermore, you don't think anyone could feel even the least but bad about themselves if he looked at them like this - slack jawed, and starved.

"Fuck...you're so beautiful," two long, inky fingers formed into the shape of a V, spread your lips open and then he's moving further away - no, scooting down onto his stomach, and suddenly his breath is a warm puff against your most sensitive parts. "so wet for me, hmm?"

You're not sure you can look away, too enraptured by the visual stimuli that's correlating with the circling of your swollen clit. You want to cry, a little bit. Scream, maybe. He's so beautiful you can't help but to reach out, running your fingers through the front of his chestnut hair and then his eyes are piercing through you like the shock of ice water.

Your body seems to register the feeling before you can process the sight by itself, back bowing off the couch, hips bucking. His hot, wet tongue licks at the hood of your clit, starting slow and picking up pace when you start to squirm. The blossoms painted across his skin decorate the arms that hold you down while his pillowy lips envelop the bud, suckling lewdly.

"O-oh, oh fu-mmm." You're already blubbering, lost and falling into the sensation of everything all at once. You've no doubt that he's had years of experience but this, you're not sure you've felt pleasure like this before.

"Feels good?" He mumbles between the flick of his tongue, hands traveling up the length of your body to grip your waist, kneading your skin. You almost laugh at the question, assuming your trembling body and the way you're involuntarily bucking against his mouth would suffice as an answer. Still, you humour him.

"Mmhm, feels- ohh, mhm feels good." Your voice is barely there, strained and whiny but he feeds off of your every utterance as if it's something he so desperately needs. The smacking between your legs becomes louder and like a magnet, you're drawn to the sight again, coil in your belly tightening impossibly.

He's a muss of hair, the dark strands tickling your thighs when his head moves from side to side. Your thighs attempt to clamp shut but then he's looking up at you again - purposeful in the way he maintains eye contact while he dives down and licks a stripe over your entrance.

You're not going to last long, and he knows this, from every twitch and squirm and whimper - he's preparing for your demise, humming in contentment while the lewd sounds of slickness continue.

He slips a finger inside of you, and then another once he realizes how soaked you are, and this proves to be the beginning of the end. You grip onto his forearms, needing to be grounded to something while he buries the digits inside of you, curling in a come hither motion.

It's all beyond what you thought pleasure could be, it's violet and red and all things euphoric behind your eyelids and the sound of his pleased groans are what finally have you giving out, melting against the couch cushions.

You're not sure if you're making any sound at all, honestly. It comes so quick, violent in it's force and you're hazy headed - tears welling in your eyes from the way he's still massaging you, licking you while your walls squeeze and contract around his fingers.

"That's it baby, mmm, let go."

The velvet voice is warm against your sensitive sex and you're still twitching as you peel your eyes open to peer down between your legs and see him there, staring up at you like you're the sun, slowing his movements while the aftershock of your orgasm seeps through you.

His knuckles are buried to the hilt inside of you and he pulls them out slowly, petal pink lips kissing your clit gently, adoringly. With your brain still foggy and embarrassment no longer present, you grab his wrist, bringing his slick soaked fingers to your mouth and wrapping your lips around them.

He moans an expletive and then he's hovering over you again, watching with a soaring heart as you suckle your juices clean from his digits, lashes fluttering when you open your eyes.

For once in his life, he's speechless. You have to pull him down to kiss you in order to breaks him from his reverie and it's now that he's realizing how excruciatingly hard he is. He doesn't remember the last time he's ever been this worked up without his dick even being touched for more than five minutes.

It's safe to say he's taken by surprise when your hand slips into his bottoms and briefs to palm him this time, and his body lurches against you while a desperate sound bellows in his throat.

"Baby." he coos, relishing in the softness of your palm, the difference in size of his own. He wants to protest when the intense bliss of it is gone, momentarily, only to feel your fingers attempting to pull his sweats down.

You're still buzzing from your orgasm but you've never been more positive about something; about someone. Your whole body feels as though it can't be satiated, not until you have all of him after having such a sweet taste.

"Please, now, want you now." You nibble on his bottom lip and he has to pull himself away or else he'll get too caught up in your mouth by itself, but he's on a mission - searching for his wallet and scrambling for it when he sees the leather square sitting on the floor.

The tips of your fingers and toes tingle with a mixture of unbearable anticipation, and nerves for what's about to come when he pulls the condom from his wallet and tears the corner of the foil.

It's just a second but it's enough to admire him silently, the twitch of his mouth, the elegance of his fingers even when they're eager and uncoordinated. A part of you feels overcome by the need to be encapsulated by his presence, for his skin to be a permanent silkiness against your lips.

He catches you in the midst of staring and it's like he's glowing from the inside out, pulling his pants down his thick thighs along with his black briefs, kicking them to the floor.

Without thinking your arms are reaching forward, gripping the small of his waist as if to still him, and he pauses at your will. He's cupping your chin with one hand while your fingertips explore underneath the hem of his shirt, and you're grateful that he's allowing you to soak this in, that he's not rushing despite the fact that both of you are like exposed lit wires.

"Here, let me take it off." His arms are reaching behind him before you can blink, biceps curling as he pulls his shirt off of his broad shoulders before discarding it with the rest of his clothing.

Your breath is audible, pupils blown wide while you examine the length of his torso and the permanent shapes that are marked there. Only patches of his honey skin peek through the array of tattoos he's got climbing his sides, over his chest, and you swear you've never seen someone so beautiful.

"Take mine off too." You barely manage to get out, and he's kissing your lips again with a soft sort of fondness, while his knuckles graze your skin and your shirt is being stripped from your body. He's back to kissing you and your naked chests meet for the first time, a fierceness gripping you by the throat when when when the shaft of his cock nudges your clit.

"You're sure about this?" He asks, gentle in the way he strokes your cheek with the back of his hand, pecking your mouth between glances at your nipples where they rub against him. His touch travels to your jaw and down your neck, before he's tweaking the buds between his fingers, and your legs wrap around his middle in an effort to solidify your answer.

"Yes, I'm sure," you run your fingers through his hair. "very sure."

Lips press against your cheek and then you're presented with the sight of him again, bare in front of you, just a few inches away. It's now that you really find the courage to look at him, not expecting to be out of breath and shock stricken once you lay your eyes upon his dick.

It's pretty, as pretty as you knew it had to be; curved just slightly, the tip swollen with arousal and a shade deeper than that of his lips that you've come to have photographically memorized.

You watch with probably more fascination than most while his slim fingers roll the condom onto his length, down the shaft that protrudes with a small vein right in the middle, until it's snug and securing the fact that you and Johnny Seo are about to have sex.

As always, here there right when you need him most, aiding you in forgetting about anything that isn't crucial to right now. His arms are wrapping around your thighs and pulling you closer - your small gasp doesn't go unnoticed.

And then, there's also the way he's looking at you, again. It's like he's compacted every emotion you could feel in a moment like this, and somehow managed to reflect it's opacity back at you through the glimmer of his irises.

You jerk your hips against him and he grins at your urgency, diverting his attention to the space between your legs and holding you steady by the hips with one hand while the other goes to grip his cock.

He levels his pelvis with yours and brings the pink head down to your entrance where it leaks for him, gathering the slickness and smearing it through your folds, around your clit.

His fingers search for yours and suddenly he's interlocking them while you feel the initial stretch of his dick finally entering you, a soft expletive leaving his mouth while he pushes himself into you halfway, peering down with half lidded eyes as a silent affirmation.

Your expression must be as expressive as the soft mewls that involuntarily fall from your lips, and he bottoms out while leaning down to kiss you as he's come to realize that this action is single handedly way more addictive than it should be.

You feel so full it's impossible not whine, and within seconds he's pulling himself out of you nearly all the way - mouth hovering over yours so he can watch your features contort when he sheathes himself back in with a snap of his hips.

With the need to hold on to something becoming incessant, he allows you to throw your arms around his neck while your thighs tremble around him, his hips creating a slow but steady pace that draws lewd sounds from between your bodies with every slow drag of his thick cock.

It's strange, how you provoke such tenderness within him when you shudder and pant beneath him despite the fact that he's barely done anything yet- a juxtaposition to the feral, nagging type of ache that brews in the center of his belly to have you even more a mess.

It's not that he's fairing any better, though. Even you can see that, feel it in the way he keeps his lips on your skin, trying and failing miserably to hold back his groans while your nails create crescent moons on the broad of his back.

"You - f-fuck you feel s-so good." He stutters, and if you could find your words maybe you'd even have the confidence to tease him, but right now all you can comprehend is the feeling in which he's providing, the nudge of his tip so deep inside of you.

"Faster, can you - oh yes, yes." It's like he knows what you want before you get it out all the way, and his tongue is warm against your throat while he obliges your request, furthering your haziness.

You're quick to realize that Johnny is a generous lover. Despite the fact that he's holding himself together on the edge of his coherency, he's already atuned to each tense of your muscles, the strain of sweet sounds you coo in his ear. He uses this as a guide, working his hips skillfully, circling when he pushes himself back in.

The fact that you're sopping wet helps as well, audibly soaked and your walls are taking him in so generously he doesn't know what to do with himself. Your hands are in his hair and tug at the dark strands without thinking, drawing a sweet, serene moan from the back of his throat.

"Mm, feels good?" He asks despite knowing the answer, your countenance painted with the colors of bliss. He peers down in between your bodies and almost regrets it due to the pulse it sends through his groin - threatening to send him over the edge too soon.

But it's a sight too mesmerizing, his entire length disappearing inside of you with an easy glide, his hips colliding with the back of your thighs and your clit waiting to be played with. You're just as taken by the sight, surrounded by only him, inside of you and around you like a life force. Your hands travel over anywhere and everywhere, down to his belly where the muscles flex underneath the painted skin with every thrust.

"So good, you feel s-so good Johnny." You're becoming even more petulant but he doesn't mind, not when you're clinging onto his biceps and mewling his name. He slips his tongue into your mouth while his hands cup the back of your knees, hiking your thighs up higher around his middle.

Your skin burns where he touches, his pace increasing and now you wouldn't be surprised if the neighbors knew exactly what it is that the two of you are doing, skin against skin and coos of pleasure echoing through your small apartment. You have a hard time forming thoughts that make sense.

"M' all the way up there baby," his voice is deceivingly sweet, hips dangerous and borderline ruthless now that you two are drenched in the essence of lust and desire, driven by your need to come undone. "such a sweet pussy."

He means it, too. Maybe that's what makes this all so much more enthralling. From the clench of his taut jaw, to the way his dark eyebrows are furrowed, even the crimson of his lips from the way he's been biting down on them - Johnny is nothing but honest. It's somehow stripped you of the shyness you'd normally be harboring, compelling your mouth to speak without a filter.

"It's all yours, I'm yours."

This seems to spur him on, more than you thought because now he's all but cradling you in his arms, mouthing his words against your lips, not allowing even a centimeter of space to reside between the two of your bodies. It feels whole, complete.

"Mm, yeah sweetheart? Mine. Fuck, you're all mine."

It's a growled statement and you quiver against his solid form, warmed from the inside out like a furnace and set ablaze. You're still sensitive from his mouth but that doesn't change the orb of pressure within your belly, or the waves of pleasure that spread through your thighs and up your spine from the way your clit is rubbing against his pelvis while his cock reaches new depths.

You should've known his mouth would be filthy, and it's really ticking every box you've literally ever needed to be ticked and you're sort of embarrassed by how far gone you are already, properly mewling with your fingers gripping onto his bulged biceps where he uses them to hold himself up.

His face is a sight to behold in itself, as well - plush lips parted, cheeks hot and a shade of deep, ravishing plum. If he weren't steadily hitting that sweet spot inside of you maybe you'd actually be able to keep your eyes open long enough to admire it more - but it's obvious it won't be long until you're unraveling.

He's thankful, in a way. Because you're sighing out sweet words that profess how good he's doing, and he swears that he's never felt anything as good as this. Through and through. You're made for him, wrapped around his being, tight like cellophane and it's silly but this is all he's dreamed of for months.

"Open your eyes sweetheart," his hips stutter at the same time you involuntarily squeeze around the tip of his cock as he goes to seep back into you and you're drawn to the plead of his voice. "let me - fuck, let me be yours, please?"

His voice is honey, coating you in it's sweetness and you're teetering on the edge of your release. It beckons you soothingly, like a siren in the wake of a wave and it doesn't calm when you pull him down to your mouth by the nape of his neck, your shared groans being swallowed by the other. Your thighs are a vice around his waist, keeping him locked against you as he grinds his cock into you.

"You're mine, J-John- oh, oh please." His fingers have reached down in the limited space between your shared skin to rub your clit in circles and you know this is it - mind and body completely encircled by everything he's made of, the scent of his skin and the heat of his body and even the way he says your name.

"Want you to cum for me, please, please cum for me baby." His breath is warm against your ear, a vibration that wracks through all of your senses and your body knows it's coming before you do - instantly under the influence of his begs and pleas.

You're descending, voice nothing but a gasp and an echo of an expletive when the dam inside of you finally bursts - leaving you to tremble like a leaf beneath him while the feeling threatens to consume you inch by inch, nerve by nerve.

You've all but gone limp, bright dots of light flitting through your vision and you feel his mouth everywhere, like a soft, warm reassurance that he's not going anywhere while you spasm around him.

"Just like that, oh fuck, yeah just like that."

In this place of completeness, you bask in the rise in octave of his usually low timbred voice, in the way he's holding you so firmly in his arms, as if scared to let go and put even an inch of separation between the two of you.

You're still twitching when you feel him throb inside of you, your name a warm whisper against the side of your neck while he pumps himself into you with no real rhythm; filling the condom with spurts of his cum while your fingers gently scratch the back of his scalp, through his hair.

Your breaths are ragged and have only that in common, his weight comforting despite the fact that both of you are in such a fragile state. It all feels surreal, like maybe you’ll wake up soon even with his cock still buried inside of you, half hard. More than anything, it feels right. Apprehension nor guilt nor worry brews underneath your skin, instead overshadowed by pure elation.

Wet pecks travel across your throat like marks of gratitude and your smile is automatic, involuntary.

"I meant it, you know," he's out of breath but concise, palm cupping the side of your face as he makes his way to your mouth and kisses you there, afraid to look you in the eyes. "about...about what I want. About wanting you."

You actually do laugh this time, suddenly outrageously giddy at the words leaving his pretty mouth, mildly entertained by the fact that someone could be almost as oblivious as you are. Almost.

He looks worried for only a split second until you're kissing his face, over his nose and fuchsia cheeks, a feather against the soft autumn ground.

"I meant it too," your voice is light, airy and he swears he'd believe anything you told him, even if it weren't as absolutely resolute as it is right now; your smile against his lips like a seal of promise. He meets your gaze, and everything within him calms, settles.

"I'm yours. And you're mine."

This, he thinks to himself, is all he's wanted to hear since the day you looked up at him with all the stars in your eyes.

Completely worth Jaehyun stealing his Armani denim jacket, honestly.

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whaleofatjme1920 · 3 years ago

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I know your requests are closed but I love hearing about your version of eyeless jack, can you please info dump about how you invesion him looking and acting and how his personality is?

My version of EJ is like a 6'6ft tall grey, semi-feline demon. He's not ENTIRELY built, but well toned. Back when he was human, I think he wore reading glasses lol. He's got chestnut colored short-ish hair, snake bites, and gauges! His ears are kinda elf-like? More like,,, the longer I think of it the more I kinda want to make them like a caracal.

I love to write EJ as a JERK. Nothing less, nothing more he is a jerk imo. Sarcastic, never rude unless you deserve it, but his ego is so massive it's unbelievable. He knows he's valued for a reason, and he will use that leverage as he sees fit. He's not entire incapable of empathy, but he realizes caring in such a deep capacity will bring along hurt in the long run. He's smart, introspective, can get the job done and incredibly poetic when he feels like it. I think he's got some cat-like tendencies as well. Loves to do those word searches, crossword and Sudoku in his free time. Also prone to just,, goin' out in the woods and doing his thing. I'd say my EJ is pretty on par with everyone else's EJ? But he's really not going to polite 24/, he's quite brash and likes to push limits.

I've seen some artists on insta give him three fingers/claws? But I like a full hand with pretty sharp claws that he enjoys painting every now and then. Large incisors, three inky black/mauve tongues that hide in the back of his throat that he can control independently, and a relatively deep voice? I think EJ, as a human, was Slavic to begin with but didn't get that noticeable of an Eastern European accent until he was fused with Chernobog! So yeah, that! Part of me wants to say he has a tail but no,,,, not,,, not yet,,,, Wears a gold chain. Just because. His eye sockets are a bit sensitive to warm weather, but they feel great when it's cold. He can't,,, see? per se? I think he actually tends to see the world in thermal, or shades of grey, primarily feeling the world and using a kind of echolocation like a bat! Or perhaps his vision has been changed to an entirely different plane of existence - like a third eye wide open. He sees the world in outlines and aura colors. The tar tears only appear when he's hungry. They start weeping, he knows he has to eat. It's annoying.

I think he's got some heavy scarring on his torso and back from his years working, and he finds his height absolutely cumbersome. He wishes he was a bit shorter just to he could stealth better, but the intimidation factor is something he absolutely adores. He loves to push people to their limits and is absolutely that guy to say "not to play devil's advocate, BUT". Has a deep distrust of women because of Jenny, especially if they share her name or look anything like her. He's tired of hearing about how much he likes kidneys just because he went through a brief spell where they were his comfort food when he was learning about his new life.

I've mentioned it before, but he has a really soft spot for birds.

He knows he's right, otherwise he wouldn't have entered the conversation to begin with. He shuts things down as quick as he starts them. He doesn't necessarily drip class like Slender Man, but he knows his way around people despite not entirely enjoying them. He's a fantastic manipulator and will use whatever you tell him against you if he needs to. There is no such thing as too low in his opinion.

#just chatting #eyeless jack #eyeless jack headcanon #creepypasta headcanon #creepypasta

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myenterpriseisparked · 3 years ago

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hey can i also get a bat fact? i want a fruit bat fact please

Yes the heck you can!!!!!!!! You can even have several fruit bat facts!!!!!!!!! Don't limit yourself to one!!!!!!

So there are approximately 166 species of fruit bat (out of around 1300 total bat species), making them one of the largest sections of the chiropteran order! They are a super diverse group of species, with the smallest fruit bat, the Spotted Wing Fruit Bat, being about 5-6 cm in length, while the largest fruit bat, the Indian Flying Fox, (which is also the largest bat in general) has a wingspan of up to 6 feet.

It's this guy right here. And he's not even flexing on us by stretching his wings all the way out because he's polite and humble.

Most of them are pretty distinct, anatomically, from insectivorous or hematophagous bat species. Most notably, they usually have smaller ears and lack a nose leaf because those are important for echolocation and fruit bats don't rely as heavily on echolocation since fruits do not run or fly like a bug and are thus much easier to track down.

Here's a comparison between a Rodrigues Fruit Bat and a Chesnut Short-Tailed bat so you can see the difference! The Chestnut bat has a membrane around its nose that allows it to better control the pitch of its voice during echolocation, while the fruit bat does not!

,Fruit bats are incredibly important in terms of pollination! They consume a multitude of different fruits and then drop the seeds in new locations via their manure, allowing for the spread of fruit species. Additionally, bat guano is packed with a bunch of good nutrients, enhancing the soil the seeds are dropped in so that the seeds are basically set up for an EXCELLENT start in life. Getting eaten by a bat and then pooped out is the fruit equivalent of getting grant funding or a scholarship. I wish a fruit bat would eat my research projects.

Anyway, fruit bats can live for a really long time! Most bat species do, actually, but the fruit bats are particularly good at the long-life thing. usually they live just under 20 years in the wild, but some species have been known to live up to 30 years! Most other animals that are similar in size to bats can barely swing 15 years, let alone ten or even five in the wild. The long lifespans of bats can be attributed to their ability to process oxygen, which can be attributed to their insanely large heart-to-body ratio! Their hearts can make up between 1-2.5% of their body weight.

Here's some other animals to compare that to:

Yeah, you read that right, the average male dog's heart makes up 0.743% of their body weight. Get rekt. Bats are cool.

#fruit bats!!!!!!!!!#are cool!!!!!!!#ask me more bat facts this is like crack cocaine #i agressively love the funky little flappers #not star trek not sorry #bats

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wordsfromthesol · 4 years ago

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Safety Precautions (1/2)

Author: @wordsfromthesol Taglist:@zphilophobiaz Pairing: Dick Grayson x Reader Summary: You need help finding someone and who better to help than the prodigy bats. Though it looks like you may need to ask them for a few favors. Warnings: Fighting, wounds, cursing, all the good stuff. Word Count: 1.9k

Part Two

“Oh look, a birdie in need of help.” You called down to Nightwing, who was fighting off a hoard of armed men. You jumped down to join him, taking one out with your landing before pressing your back to his. The men began to circle around you.

“Thank goodness, now I don’t have to call Red Hood for backup.” Nightwing quipped as he began counting the men.

“Anytime, I’ve been meaning to ask for a favor anyways.” Before the conversation could continue the fighting commenced. As you lunged at one of the men, another pointed his gun at you and shot. The bullet lodged itself with the suit.

“Buddy, all that’s gunna do is bruise and make me angry.” You knocked the man in your arms to the ground and stared at the culprit. His eyes widened as you sprung forward, pressing him into a wall.

“How about at a closer range.” The man mumbled out as you pressed your arm to his throat. It was too late before you realized his gun pressed against your abdomen. He fired. You threw your head back and launched it into his, content as his body went limp and slumped to the ground. You unfastened your utility belt and placed it higher on your waist to cover the wound, just as Nightwing’s hand fell to your shoulder.

“We’re missing people. There should be 3 more.”

You just shrugged, “Maybe they ran off.”

“Unlikely, I’m afraid these guys would rather be caught by me than their boss.” Just as Nightwing got to the corner, a hand flew out and collided with his nose. You watched as a gun then rounded the corner. Quickly, you kicked Nightwing’s legs from under him, forcing him to collapse to the ground as you slammed your forearm into the assailant’s wrist. His hand struck the brick wall, the force causing his finger to pull the trigger. Another bullet right into your shoulder. You slammed his hand again into the wall, causing the gun to drop. Nightwing pulled the man’s legs from under him and his head crashed against the concrete below.

“Alright, 2 more. I’ll go left.” Nightwing called out as he darted around the corner. You stalked around the corner to the right and noticed an unsuspecting victim. Quickly, you wrapped your arm around his neck. He was on the ground in minutes. You continued, rounding another corner, where you saw Nightwing deliver a punch which caused the final assailant to collapse to the ground. You tried to ignore the growing pain and eyed your compatriot.

“Where’s you ride?”

“Two blocks…why?”

“I told you, I need a favor.”

The two of you made it to the motorcycle without any more fighting, but you looked at it wondering how you were going to hold on. Before you could try and reason through it, Nightwing tossed you a helmet.

“Safety precautions.”

“Right.” You put on the helmet and all you say was black. “Is there a reason the visor on this thing is blacked out?” you commented hoping it wasn’t your vision in general.

“Like I said, safety precautions.”

You took off the helmet and climbed on the bike behind him before placing it back on your head. “You bats are ridiculous” you mumbled. Halfway to the cave, Dick noticed your grip loosening around his waist.

“Eclipse?” No response. “Hey Eclipse, are you okay?” Dick felt you begin to slide and threw his arm out, catching you as he brought the bike to a stop. “Shit.” He felt the warm liquid plastered over your shirt. Dick ripped the helmet off, “Eclipse, I need you to wake up…we are almost there.” No response. “Can’t just make this easy, can we?” He picked you up and put you in front of him on the bike, holding you firmly against his chest with one arm.

You woke up in an unfamiliar place. You tried to piece together the information you remembered. Okay, you were last with Nightwing. This is probably a safe house. Or base of operations –. Your thoughts were cut short as you realized your mask was missing. Carefully, you pulled yourself up and noticed your left arm in a sling that hugged your chest. Your chest that no longer donned your suit. As you swung your legs over the side of the bed, a familiar face ran over to you.

“Woahh, let’s take it easy.”

“My…my…mask.” You voice croaked out.

“Oh yeah, we had to take it off. You were having trouble breathing.” Dick reached over to a nearby table and picked it up, handing it over to you.

“You all know then?”

“Just me and Red Robin are here. Well and Alfred, who patched you up.”

You nodded and put the mask back on, just in case. “So that favor…”

“What, patching you up wasn’t what you had in mind?”

“Ha ha, very funny.” You leaned to get up, Nightwing stepped to your side placing his arm firmly around your waist. Normally you would complain, but you were pretty sure this Alfred character had given you too much pain medication for you to care. You pointed over to the computer where Red Robin was seated. “I need you to find a missing person.”

“Someone you can’t find?” Red Robin questioned your motives.

“I could but using my connections…let’s just say someone else could find them too. Someone who can’t find them.”

“Alright, I’ll see what I can do, but you’ll owe me one.”

“Deal, name should be Lily Capcini. Born September 17, 2002. 5’-2”. Green eyes. Last known hair color was a chestnut brown…that was almost 2 years ago though.”

“I’ll get to work.” Red Robin nodded your way before turning back to his computer.

“And I’ll be getting home, thanks.”

“Uhm…I’m not sure if that’s a good idea.”

“I wasn’t really asking.”

“At least let me get Alfred to check you over once more.”

You sighed but agreed to Nightwing’s terms. Almost as soon as the elevator doors closed, Red Hood strolled through, from what you assume is some sort of garage area.

“Didn’t know we were taking visitors…wait Eclipse? What happened?!”

“Don’t worry your pretty little head, Hood. I’m fine.”

“Heh yeah you didn’t almost fall off the bike on the way here.” You heard Red Robin mumble from his seat at the computer.

“You what?!”

“That was hours ago. Apparently your pal Alfred stitched me up good. I’m about to head out.”

“You’re just letting her go?” Red Hood yelled towards his companion at the computer.

“Dude, you know there is no way to stop her.” Red Robin began to reason just as the elevator doors opened, revealing Nightwing and Alfred.

“Miss…erm…Eclipse.” Alfred caught himself, seeing you donned the mask once again. “I must recommend you stay in our care a bit longer.”

“Sorry Al, no can do. Also, where’s my suit?”

Alfred walked over to a nearby table to retrieve it. “It is quite damaged. Three bullet holes. I can send it for repairs.”

“It’s fine. I’ll deal with it. And technically it was two and a half.”

Alfred looked at you skeptically before checking and redressing your wounds. “Well, if I cannot convince you to stay…”

“You can’t. Red Robin, let me know as soon as you find something. Now, who’s taking me out of here.”

Before the option was even given Nightwing had made his way over to you and led you to a room full of motorcycles, cars, and other miscellaneous vehicles. He handed you a blindfold.

“Sorry, safety precautions. Also, you’re sitting in front.”

“What?! Why?”

“Because you only have one arm, and I’m not having you almost face plant the asphalt again.” You rolled your eyes but complied with his request. You were only riding for a few minutes when he spoke again. “I think we’re being followed.”

“Shit. Can you lose them?”

“Just hold on.”

Nightwing slowed down for a few blocks and then gunned it, quickly making a right turn and then a left soon after down an alleyway. An alleyway where the brick wall opened, and he slowly pulled the bike in before removing your blindfold.

“Alright, give me something to throw at them.”

He just looked at you like you were crazy, you could tell that even through the mask. “Yeah, we aren’t going anywhere. This is one of our safehouses. We’ll stay the night.”

“But I need my stuff. He can’t see what’s in my apartment. I wasn’t prepared not to go back.”

“I’ll radio Red Hood, he’ll pick it up in the morning. If whoever was tailing us already know where you live, they will be waiting to see movement. Hood will have a better chance going unnoticed in the daytime.”

“He can’t get to her. I got her out. He just can’t.”

“We’ll find her. But right now, you need some rest.” You just stood there, staring at him. “Y/N. You need time to heal and we can’t do anything right now. Please.” Nightwing’s hands clasped your shoulders. “Sleep.”

You awoke to voices coming from the next room. You slowly moved out of bed and walked into the hallway, where you saw Red Robin and Red Hood standing next to Nightwing clutching a box.

“Did you find her?” You questioned the vigilante as you made your way passed them into the kitchen.

“Yeah, I found her –” you cut him off as you noticed Red Hood clutching a gold locket.

“Where did you get that?”

“Oh, your apartment. Looked important.” You stalked over and grabbed the item from his hand.

“Shit. I had to leave this behind. He planted it.” You didn’t bother to explain further but instead rushed to your room to gear up. He was coming, you could feel it. As you stepped into the doorway Red Robin slid at your feet. Helping him up you whispered. “Go. Find her. Tell her the Eclipse has faded and the Sun’s wrath shines again.”

As the hero ran off, you charged at the man slicing the air as he dodged your blades. You had to keep him busy, make sure Red Robin had enough time to get Lily to safety. He knocked you to the ground, but before you could get up Nightwing was in pursuit, Red Hood at his side. It always amazed you how in tandem they fought.

“You can’t have her!” You screamed as you rose from the ground.

“Oh I will possess her little one, just as I once possessed you.” He knocked both the vigilantes to the ground and dove through the already broken window.

“And that was…?” Red Hood questioned.

You stood there gazing at the window, “He calls himself Helios.” A moment of silence ensued as you collected yourself before you turned towards them. “Red Robin went to get Lily. Take me to her.”

Nightwing nodded and tossed you a blindfold as you made your way to the motorcycle the two of you had abandoned the night before. “Safety precautions.”

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yarrowleef · 5 years ago

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Big List of Cat Names

There’s lots of reference lists out there but none of them are exactly what I want so I made this for personal reference, and you can all look at it also if you want. Here is EVERY prefix and suffix EVER used in canon (with exception of half-kittypet names) as well as some extra ones, courtesy of the warriors wiki and Ailuronymy’s lists, plus whatever else I could find. Prefix list is organized by potential color usage. Note, some more colorful plants take a bit of artistic license in deciding their closest cat-color equivalent. In general blue/purple flowers = gray, red/magenta = ginger, pale pink/yellow = cream. Some prefixes are repeated if they can be interpreted as more than one color, or if different parts of the thing can be different colors (e.g white holly flowers, and red holly berries). Clarifications and lesser known plants/animals have a short definition in parenthesis to avoid you having to google too much, you’re welcome (I joke, it’s mainly for me, I keep getting poplars and plovers mixed up)

Flora and fauna isn’t based on a super specific place. So far as we can tell, Warriors takes place in a fictional area resembling a combo of the USA and the UK. I favored England wildlife when making the list, but I’m assuming anything that can be found (or was previously found before dying out unnaturally, and thus plausibly could exist in such an area again, such as with wolves) in or around the UK and the east coast-ish area of the USA to be fair game. List may be updated over time, feel free to send in your own suggestions to add.

* = means this prefix has never been used in canon (by modern warriors, excluding tribe ancients)

Edit: Suffix list can be found here!

Prefix Categories

Black

Brown

Gray

Ginger/Red

Golden/Cream

White

Tortoiseshell

Nonspecific Color

Physical Aspect/Pattern

Injury Specific

Other

PREFIX LIST

(specified if best applicable only to certain shades/patterns)

BLACK

Ant

*Avocet - (a black and white bird) bicolor

Badger - bicolor

*Bat

Bay - (refers to the black berries of the bay laurel)

Beetle

Black

*Cormorant - (refers to the great cormorant, a black waterbird)

Cricket

Crow

Dark

*Dipper - (a black and dark brown songbird with a white throat)

Fly

*Grackle - (a blue-black corvid)

*Grouse - (refers to the male black grouse)

Ivy - (refers to the dark berries)

*Jackdaw - (a black corvid)

*Loon - (refers to several species of aquatic bird, also called divers) bicolor

*Magpie - bicolor

Mole

Myrtle - (a shrub, refers to the dark purplish-black berries)

Night

*Privet - (a shrub, refers to the black berries)

Rat

Raven

Rook - (a black corvid with a pale beak)

Sedge

Shade

Shadow

Sheep

Sloe

Soot

Spider

Starling

Stork - (white stork or wood stork) mostly white bicolor

Swallow - (a small bird with a distinctive forked tail) bicolor

Swift - (refers to the common swift, a dark brownish-black and white bird) ideally white chest

*Tadpole

BROWN

Acorn

Adder

Alder - reddish brown

Ant

*Argus - (a dark brown butterfly with orange flecks)

Bark

*Barley

*Bat

*Beaver

Bee - light tan/golden brown w/ distinctive stripes

Beech

Beetle

*Bittern - (a brown striped bird)

Boulder

Bracken

Bramble

*Brambling - (a small brown finch with black, white and reddish markings) reddish brown or brown tabby

Briar

Brindle - tabby or brindled markings

Brown

Buzzard

*Carp

Cedar

Chestnut

*Cockroach

Cricket

*Cuckoo - (common cuckoo is blue-gray or gray-brown bird with a white belly) gray-brown tabby

*Curlew - (large wading bird) mottled or brindled markings

Cypress - (refers to the tree’s bark) reddish brown

Dark

Deer

*Dipper - (a black and dark brown songbird with a white throat) very dark brown

Doe

Dove - (refers to the collared dove) pale gray-brown, ticked or faint markings

Duck

*Dunnock - (a small songbird)

Dusk

Dust

Eagle - (refers to the golden eagle)

Eel - (refers to European freshwater eel, a dark gray-brown fish with a lighter belly)

Elder

Elm

Fallow - (could refer to the fallow deer [a light brown deer with white spots], the barren land, or the color) light brown, ideally with white markings if refers to the deer

Fawn - (refers to the color) light brown, “fawn” colored

Ferret - (also known as the polecat) ideally a seal point, or creamy brown with dark markings

Flax - (refers to the seeds or flower bud) golden brown

Frog - spotted or mottled

*Gadwall - (a small gray-brown duck)

Goose - (refers to the Canada goose) gray-brown

*Grouse - (could refer to either the red or black grouse) reddish brown / or brown tabby

*Gudgeon - (a small brown freshwater fish with dark spots) spotted or mottled tabby with a light stomach

Hare

*Harrier - (a bird of prey, could refer to montagu harrier, hen harrier, or marsh harrier) any shade of brown depending on local species

Hazel

Hay - light brown or golden brown

Hickory

Honey - light golden brown

Hop - (refers to the tree bark) mottled gray-brown

*Hornet - light tan/golden brown w/ distinctive stripes

Ivy - (refers to the dark brown stems)

Jay - (refers to the Eurasian jay)

Kestrel - (common kestrel) mottled dark markings

Kite - (refers to the red kite, a bird of prey) reddish brown tabby

*Lamprey - (long, brown and white parasitic fish) ideally white or pale belly

Larch - (refers to the trees golden needles in autumn) light golden brown

Lark

Lichen - pale gray-brown or light tan/golden-brown tabby

*Linnet - (a small finch) brown or gray-brown

Lizard - (refers to the common lizard, a primarily golden-brown lizard with spots) mottled or spotted cat

*Loach - (refers to the stone loach, brown and black mottled fish) spotted or mottled

Log

*Loon - (refers to several species of aquatic bird, also called divers) gray-brown bicolor

Marsh

*Marten - (pine marten, a roughly cat sized weasel-like carnivorous mammal) dark brown or reddish brown, solid or faint markings, ideally white chest/throat

Midge - (a small brown fly that lives in wet areas)

*Mink - (a dark brown weasel-like carnivorous mammal, slightly smaller than a pine marten) dark brown, solid or faint markings

Minnow - (could refer to multiple species, but they are usually brown or silver)

*Mosquito

Moth

Mouse

Mud

*Muntjac - (a small deer, reddish brown in the warm months, gray brown in the cold)

*Nerite - (A striped water snail) distinctive spots or stripes

Newt - (refers to the warty newt or palmate newt) dark brown, spotted

*Nightingale - (a light brown bird)

Nut

Oak

Oat

*Oriole - (refers to golden oriole) light tan/golden brown w/ black markings

*Osprey - gray-brown bicolor

Otter

Owl - (could refer to the long-eared, short-eared, tawny, or barn owl) brown spotted or tabby

*Partridge - (a ground dwelling bird, refers to gray partridge or red-legged partridge) gray brown, possibly with reddish brown patches, with distinct markings

Pebble

Perch - (refers to the European perch, a greenish-brown fish with black stripes) golden-brown, distinctive tabby stripes

*Pheasant

Pine - (refers to the bark) gray-brown

*Pipit - (small brown speckled songbird) distinctive markings

Pike - (large fish with pale speckles or stripes) mottled gray-brown

*Pitch - dark reddish brown [note the natural substance is not black]

*Plover - (a small coastal bird) gray-brown bicolor

Puddle

Quail

Rabbit

*Rail - (small brown and gray waterbird)

Rat

Reed

*Resin - reddish brown

Robin

Rock

Root

*Rudd - (a silver and brown fish with reddish fins) mostly gray-brown

*Ruddy - (color) reddish brown

Rush - (a plant with yellow or brown flowers) light golden brown

Rye - light or golden brown

Sand - light or pale brown, faint markings

Sedge

Shell

Shrew

*Shrike - (a small carnivorous bird that skewers mice on thorns, also known as the butcherbird. not relevant to colors just wanted you to know, it’s metal as hell google it) pale gray-brown with dark distinctive markings, bicolor

*Slug

Snail - (refers to the common garden snail)

Snake - (refers to the grass snake/water snake) light brown, ticked or mottled tabby

Sparrow

Spider - mottled or brindled

Stag

Stoat - reddish brown, ideally bicolor or pale belly

Stone

Swamp

Swift - (refers to the common swift, a dark brown bird with a white throat) dark brown, ideally white chest

*Tadpole - dark brown

Tawny - tan/light golden brown

*Teasel - (a flower similar to a thistle, refers to the light brown flower head)

Tiger

Timber

Thrush - light brown and gray-brown, preferably spotted

Toad - (refers to the common toad) brown spotted or mottled

Trout - (refers to the brown trout) light brown spotted tabby

Turtle

*Twite - (a stocky finch with brown streaks)

*Umber - (color)

Vole

Wasp - light tan/golden brown w/ distinctive stripes

Weasel - (refers to the least weasel) reddish brown or golden brown, ideally white belly/chest

*Weevil - (a dark beetle with a long snout-like head) very dark brown

*Whimbrel - (mottled brown wading bird)

*Whinchat - (a small brown songbird with a pale orange chest)

Wood

Wren

GRAY

Ash

Aspen

*Aster - (a purple flower)

Bark

Beech

*Betony - (an herb with reddish-purple flowers)

Birch

*Bleak - (a silver fish)

Blizzard

Blue

Boulder

*Bream - (a silver freshwater fish)

*Burdock - (refers to the blue-gray and purple flower heads)

Chive - (refers to the purple flowers)

Cinder

Cloud(y) - pale gray, ideally bicolor

Creek

*Cuckoo - (common cuckoo is blue-gray or gray-brown bird with a white belly)

*Comfrey - (refers to the white or purplish flowers)

*Crane - (refers to the common crane, a tall gray bird with a black and white head) dark markings

Cricket

*Dace - (dark blue-gray fish with white underside) ideally colorpoint, or white/pale belly

Dark - dark gray

Dawn - pale gray

Dew - pale gray, ideally spotted

Dove - (refers to the collared dove) ticked or faint markings

*Drizzle

Dusk

*Evening - pale solid gray

*Faded - pale solid gray

*Falcon - (refers to the peregrine falcon) spotted or mottled, ideally white belly/chest

*Fir

Flax - (refers to the blue flowers)

Flint

Fly - dark gray

Fog(gy) - pale gray

*Fumitory - (refers to a plant with semi-translucent pink-purple flowers that darken at the tip, said to resemble rising smoke) ideally colorpoint

*Gadwall - (a small gray-brown duck)

Goose - (refers to the greylag goose)

Gravel

Gray

Gull - bicolor

Hail

Heron - (a long legged gray and white waterbird with a black crest) bicolor

Heather - warm gray or lilac

Ivy - (refers to the dark purplish berries) dark gray

Jay - (refers to the blue jay)

Juniper

*Knot - (refers to a migratory bird with gray and white winter plumage) bicolor

Lake

Lavender

Lichen

Maggot - very pale gray

Minnow - (could refer to multiple species, but they are usually brown or silver)

Mint

Mist(y)

Mole

Moon - very pale gray

Moth

*Murk(y)

Needle - (assuming it refers to pine needles, it’s treated the same as Pine-)

Nettle - (refers to soft grayish tinge of the stinging nettle’s leaves, and the male plants small purple flowers) plain pale gray

*Orchid - warm gray or lilac

Pale - light pale gray

Pebble

Pigeon

Pine - (refers to the bluish colored needles of many pine species)

*Plover - (a small coastal bird) bicolor

Pool

*Poplar - (refers to trunk) light pale or bicolor

Rain

River

*Roach - (a silvery fish with red fins)

Rock

*Saffron - (refers to the purple flowers of meadow saffron)

Sage

*Salmon - (refers to the Atlantic salmon, a silver fish with dark speckles) spotted cat

Shade - dark gray

Shadow - dark gray

Shell

*Shrike - (a small carnivorous bird) bicolor

Silver

Sky - solid or faint markings, ideally bicolor

Slate

*Sleet - pale gray, mottled

*Slug - (refers to the common gray field slug) tabby or mottled

Smoke

Soot - dark gray, mottled or spotted

Squirrel - (refers to the gray squirrel) solid or faint markings

Stone

Storm

Swallow - (a small bird with a distinctive forked tail) bicolor

*Sycamore - (a tree with mottled gray and red-brown bark) spotted or mottled

*Teasel - (a flower similar to a thistle, refers to the purple flower)

*Tern - (a gray and white seabirds with a black head) bicolor

Thistle - (a spiky purple flower)

Thrift - (a round pink or purple flower)

Thrush - preferably spotted

*Thyme - (refers to the purple flowers of wild thyme)

Violet - dark gray

*Vervain - (an herb with small, pale purple flowers)

Web - pale gray

Willow

*Wisteria

Wolf

GINGER/RED

Ant

Alder - dark ginger

Amber - (color)

Apple

*Betony - (an herb with reddish-purple flowers)

Blaze

*Burnet - (an herb with dark red flowers) dark ginger

*Campion - (A flower that comes in white, pink, and red)

*Chanterelle - (a bright yellow-orange fungus)

Cherry

*Copper - (color)

Cypress - (refers to the bright red autumn leaves or reddish brown bark) red or dark red

Dawn

Ember

Fire

Flame

Flicker

Fox

*Fritillary - (a kind of butterfly) distinctive tabby markings

*Ginger

*Hawthorn - (refers to the red berries)

Heather

Holly - (refers to the red berries)

*Hornet - distinctive stripes

Lion

Maple - (refers to the bright red and orange autumn leaves)

Marigold

Morning

Pear - (refers reddish-gold fruit of the wild pear)

Plum - (refers to the cherry plums reddish fruit)

Poppy - (refers to the red flowers) dark ginger

Red

Rowan - (refers to the vibrant red/orange autumn leaves and/or the bright red berries)

*Ruddy - (color) dark ginger

Russet - dark ginger

*Skipper - (a small orange and brown butterfly)

Sorrel

Spark

Squirrel - (refers to the red squirrel)

Stoat - ideally bicolor

Sweet - (refers to sweet briar, a small, prickly, vivid pink rose)

Tawny

Thrift - (a round pink or purple flower)

Tiger

Tulip

*Valerian - (a herb with white, pale pink, or occasionally red flowers)

Vixen

Wasp - distinctive stripes

*Wisteria

Yarrow - (refers to the pink flowers)

*Yew

GOLDEN/CREAM

Apple

*Arnica - (a small golden flower, also known as wolf's bane)

*Asphodel - (a white or yellow flower)

Bay - (refers to pale yellowish-white flowers of bay laurel)

Bee - distinctive stripes

Bright

*Broom - (a shrub with small yellow flowers)

*Carp

*Celandine- (an herb with yellow flowers)

*Chamomile - bicolor or colorpoint

*Chanterelle - (a bright yellow-orange fungus)

Clover

*Daffodil

Daisy - bicolor or colorpoint

Dandelion

Dawn

Fennel - (an herb with yellow flowers and feathery leaves)

Flash

Flax - (refers to the seeds or flower bud)

Furze - (another word for gorse, a shrub with yellow flowers)

Gold(en)

Gorse

Hay

Honey

Hop - (refers to the trees pale yellowish flowers)

*Hornet - distinctive stripes

*Laburnum - (a tree with hanging clusters of yellow flowers)

Larch - (refers to the trees golden needles in autumn)

*Laurel - (refers to the pale yellowish-white flowers of the English or cherry laurel) pale golden

Leopard - spotted

Light - light yellow, ideally bicolor

Lightning - light yellow

Lion

*Lovage- (an herb with small yellow flowers)

Marigold

Morning

Nectar

Oat

Pale - pale or sandy cream

Parsley - (refers to the small pale yellow-ish flowers)

*Parsnip - (a root vegetable with small yellow flowers)

*Poplar - (a tree with bright yellow autumn leaves)

Reed

Rose - (refers to the pale pink flower of the wild or dog rose, not the vibrant human garden variety)

Rush - (a plant that has pale yellow or brown flowers)

Rye

Sand(y)

*Sap

Spark

Sun(ny)

Tansy

Tulip

*Wax - (beeswax)

Wasp

Yellow

WHITE

*Asphodel - (a white or yellow flower)

Bay - (refers to pale yellowish-white flowers of bay laurel)

Birch

Blizzard

Bright

*Campion - (A flower that comes in white, pink, and red)

*Chamomile

Cherry

*Chervil - (refers to the small white flowers)

Cloud

Clover

*Comfrey - (refers to its white or purplish flowers)

Dandelion

Daisy

*Egret - (wetland bird, essentially a white heron)

Flash

*Flurry

Frost

*Garlic

*Hawthorn - (refers to the white flowers)

*Hemlock - (poisonous herb that produces small white flowers)

Holly

Ice

*Laurel - (refers to the pale yellowish-white flowers of the English or cherry laurel)

Light

Lightning

Lily

Maggot

Mallow

Meadow - (refers to the white flowers of meadowsweet)

Milk

*Mistle(toe)

Moon

Myrtle - (refers to the white flower of the shrub)

*Parsnip - (refers to the white root)

Pale

Pear - (refers to the wild pears white flowers)

Plum - (refers to the cherry plums white flowers)

*Privet - (a shrub, refers to the white flowers)

Shell

Sheep

*Shine(ing)

Sloe - (refers to the flowers)

Snow

Stoat - (refers to its white winter coat, which only occurs in particularly harsh winters)

Stork - (white stork or wood stork) mostly white with some black or dark gray

Swan

Tulip

*Valerian - (a herb with white, pale pink, or occasionally red flowers)

White

*Wisteria

Yarrow - (refers to the white flowers

TORTOISESHELLS (not differentiating between torties and calicos for simplicity's sake, “dilute tortie” means it could apply to gray, lilac, or fawn torties)

*Argus - (a dark brown butterfly with orange flecks) torbie or chocolate tortie/torbie

Bee - black tortie

*Brambling - (a small brown finch with black, white and reddish markings) black or chocolate tortie/torbie

Brindle - black tortie

Dusk - gray tortie

Ember - any tortie with significant amounts of ginger

Ferret - chocolate tortie

*Fritillary - (a kind of butterfly) black tortie with significant amounts of orange

*Fumitory - (refers to a plant with semi-translucent pink-purple flowers that darken at the tip, said to resemble rising smoke) gray tortie

*Hawthorn - (refers to the red berries, since they have a blackish top) predominantly ginger black tortie

*Hornet - black tortie

Jay - (either blue or Eurasian jay) gray or lilac torbie/tortie

Kite - (refers to the red kite, a bird of prey) black tortie or torbie

Kestrel - (common kestrel) torbie

Lichen - gray tortie

*Linnet - (a small finch, refers to the male) torbie or gray tortie/torbie

Lizard - (refers to the common lizard, a primarily golden-brown lizard with spots) spotted or mottled torbie

Marsh - any kind of torbie

Morning - gray or lilac torbie/tortie

Moth - torbie

*Nerite - (A striped water snail) black tortie or torbie

Newt - (refers to the common newt or smooth newt) torbie

*Oriole - (refers to golden oriole, a yellow and black or brown and yellow songbird) black tortie or torbie

*Partridge - (a ground dwelling bird, refers to gray partridge or red-legged partridge) gray or lilac tortie/torbie

Robin - standard or chocolate torbie

*Rudd - (a silver and brown fish with reddish fins) torbie or gray torbie/tortie

*Saffron - (meadow saffron, a purple and orange flower) gray tortie/torbie

Scorch - black tortie

Swallow - (a small bird with a distinctive forked tail) a bicolor tortie or dilute tortie with only small amounts of orange

Swamp - any kind of torbie

*Sycamore - (a tree with mottled gray and red-brown bark) gray or lilac tortie/torbie

Toad - (refers to the common toad) chocolate tortie, or primarily brown spotted torbie

Trout - (refers to the brown trout) spotted torbie

Wasp - black tortie

*Whinchat - (a small brown songbird with a pale orange chest) torbie or chocolate tortie/torbie

NONSPECIFIC COLOR

Berry

Bird

Bloom

Blossom

Breeze

Cone

Fern - could refer to long fur?

Fin

Finch - (finch can come in any number of colors if you don’t specify species)

Flower

Frond

Grass - mackerel tabby

Green - (I know it’s a “specific color” but the cat sure isn’t green. could possibly stretch to include a tan or dark yellow-ish tabby [you know, green-brown] )

Hawk - (see Finch) best bet is brown/gray-brown range

Hound

*Horse

Leaf - (could depend on season the kit is born? leaf-bare- dark brown/black mottled cat, leaf-fall- ginger/golden brown torties, newleaf- cream spotted [for the abundance of flowering trees], greenleaf- N/A? Unless you’re into green-brown)

Moss(y) - mottled

Olive - (see Green)

Petal

Pod

Ripple

Rubble

Seed - probably spotted

Splash

Thorn

Thunder

Vine

Wave

Weed

Wet

Wind(y)

PHYSICAL ASPECT/PATTERN

Arch - pattern(?)

Bristle - fur type

Curl(y) - fur type

Dapple(d) - pattern

Feather - fur type

Freckle - pattern

Fleck - pattern

Fuzzy - fur type

Mottle - pattern

Patch - pattern

Jagged - pattern(?)

Heavy - size

Kink(ed) - fur type

Little - size

Long - body

Prickle - fur type

Shimmer - fur quality? I suppose?

Sleek - body or fur type

Small - size

Soft - fur type

Speckle - pattern

Spike(y) - fur type

Spot(ted) - pattern

Stem - body (skinny)

Tall - body

Tiny - size

Twig - body (skinny)

Tangle - fur type

Whorl - pattern

Wild - fur type(?)

Woolly - fur type

INJURY SPECIFIC (paired with damaged body-part)

*Bent

Broken

Claw(ed)

Crooked

Dead

Half

Kink(ed)

Lost

*Mangled

*Missing

*No

Odd

One(?)

Ragged

*Ripped

*Scar(red)

Short

Shred(ed)

*Split

Stump(y)

*Tattered

*Three

Torn

*Twisted

VERBS and OTHERS (otherwise known as the “prefixes I will never use” but I said I’d include them all, so here they be)

Bounce

Brave

Bumble

Crouch

Down

Drift

Echo

Fallen

Fidget

Flail

Fleet

Flip

Flutter

Fringe

Hatch

Haven

Hill

Hollow

Hoot

Hop (verb)

Hope

Jump

Loud

Mumble

Pounce

Quick

Quiet

Running

Sharp

Shy

Slight

Snap

Sneeze

Snip

Song

Strike

Talon

Tumble

Whisker

Whistle

Wish

#warrior cats #prefix list #warrior cat names #long post #this took me like 12 hours to put together so how is your quarantine going??

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bird-in-a-cage · 5 years ago

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Guess who really fucking loves anatomically correct mermaids? This bitch!

Fish Only Grow to the Size of Their Tanks.

The crowd surrounding the large tank was three people deep. Minimum. It always was. It was always a fight to get up to the glass, to peer into the overly illuminated waters within and see what was inside. Over the heads of others little coral fish swam in schools, keeping each other safe. Small groups of black and white damselfish, yellow tangs darting back and forth along the glass. But the fish weren’t what anyone was looking for with hungry eyes. Gasps would ripple through the crowds as one pair of eyes would spot a shadow. Then another. Then another. Until everyone was focused on the darkest corner of the tank, the only place to hide. The only place where the light didn’t reach.

No matter where they travelled and what town they made camp in it was always the same. Squat red tent erected. Ten bucks a ticket. There was a small show set up in the rented land around the attraction, rides and amusements, sickly sweet and salty smelling food carts, but that was all an afterthought. The real star lay in the waters. Billy had never known it to be any different. His father had inherited this attraction from his father, who got it from his. No doubt Billy would be the next to take ownership. They travelled the country together in silence most of the time. Billy holding onto resentment.

“You don’t need school. What you need to know is how to sell tickets.”

The crowds always hit its peak around midday. Feeding time. It was advertised on all the posters. A bucket of dead fish were tossed into the tank with abandon from a small standing point above. The smaller fish would nibble on the ones that would sink first. A few restless grumbles would come from the crowd before hands would appear out of the gloom, long webbed fingers grabbing at mackerel, sharp teeth easily tearing the small fish apart, a cloud of guts and blood. But crowds always saw what they wanted too. Always made up what colours they saw, how big, how long. Man or woman.

Billy knew the truth.

He put himself in charge of cleaning up at the end of the day, while his father would drink half of their prophets in his trailer. It was a thankless job, sweeping up trampled on flyers and food trash, stray popcorn kernels and empty soda cans. But without the crowds it was quiet. The only real sounds were the heavy brush dragging along the wooden board floor and a dull echo from the tank of the water inside. It illuminated the tent in an ethereal blue glow. Only when it was quiet, when there wasn’t another soul around, would the creature emerge from its hiding place.

It was always slow at first, checking. Observing. Making sure no one was around but Billy and his broom. Then it was a short drift to the edge of the tank, where Billy had his spot, staring up at the trapped creature before him. Pale blue skin dusted with darker, harder scales. Slender arms scratched with white scar tissue that stretched across its chest from hooks and nets. A long tail that wrapped over itself, a deep imperial purple, small fins that lined either side, one larger one at the end that spread flat and thin, almost translucent and silk like. Chestnut brown hair that fanned around its head like a halo. Deep black eyes like bottomless pits. Gills thin slits either side of its neck.

‘The Amazing Hargrove Mermaid. Est 1876.’

Billy put his hand on the glass, palm flat and fingers outstretched. Their greeting. It was always a few moments before the gesture was returned, sharp slender fingers webbed together with plum coloured skin touching the other side of the thick glass.

As a child Billy couldn’t understand why people would pay to see such a thing, but then, he saw it all the time. It was everywhere he looked. Flyers and posters and cheap tacky merchandise. Printed onto popcorn buckets he would sweep up everyday. But as an adult he couldn’t understand why you would want to keep something so beautiful caged up. Even if it was the only one in the world. Or so the advertisements said. Billy was sure there had to be more out there somewhere, the ocean was deep and endless. Who knew what was really out there.

After doing a loop of the tank it pointed up. Up to where the bucket of fish was thrown from. A small ladder with a plank attached. Billy propped his broom and went to start climbing.

“Why doesn’t it have a name?” Billy had asked once, watching the creature swim restlessly after a long move. It had been stuck in a smaller travel tank because it was easier to move the main tank, which had to be drained each time. The creature had essentially been stuck in a large bathtub for eight hours in the back of the truck.

“It doesn’t need a name. It's not human,” was his father’s gruff reply.

That didn’t sit right in Billy’s gut, even dogs have names, so he gave their family’s creature a name. Steve. He didn’t know if Steve was a girl or a boy, but the name felt right to him.

Billy reached the top of the ladder and toed his shoes off, rolled his pant legs up and carefully placed his legs in the water up to his knees. It was warm. It was always warm. Though not through any kind of heating system, just from the fish inside swimming around. From Steve. Steve rose to the top of the tank effortlessly, poked his head out of the water so only its eyes were in the open air. They blinked sideways. Billy remembered being scared by that as a child. Not anymore. Strong hands came up and wrapped around his calf muscles, sharp fingers being gentle in stroking his tan skin. There was a time where this was completely alien to both of them. Billy would only watch from outside the glass. Watch Steve trash restlessly in the middle of the night when neither of them could sleep. Over time they came up with signs they both understood. Points and shakes and gestures, one finger for yes and two for no. Billy was still yet to get into the tank completely, aside to clean it when it was empty, but this was good for both of them. Steve liked playing with his legs. Its skin felt like thin slick rubber. It would brush its hands through the fine hairs on his shins, roll its fingers between his toes. It would calm Steve down, something to focus on. Something to play with.

Billy had given up begging his father to put something else in the tank apart from other small fish. It was waved off as a useless expense. He couldn’t imagine how bored Steve got with nothing to do all day, every day. Maybe his father thought it would bring Steve out more, make it interact with customers, ‘the suckers who bought tickets’, when in reality it just pushed Steve further into the back corner, hiding under the weight and shadow of its own tail for privacy.

Steve’s tail worked lazy underneath its body, slowly but deliberately pushing its body forward between Billy’s legs, coming out of the water more, just enough to put its head on the board where Billy sat. Blew small gentle bubbles from its gills.

Another sign. Steve was calm.

Billy reached down and started raking his fingers through the wet hair. It felt like thick strands of seaweed. Steve liked having its hair played with and stroked, the same way it liked playing with Billy’s toes. Billy was all too happy to do it, to get closer. Understand more. Steve didn’t have ears, didn’t even have holes like birds do. Just more slick hair where they should have been. Billy was gentle and slow. He’d received a quick bite from Steve’s sharp, shark like teeth when he got caught once. He still had the scar on his wrist. It had taken weeks of work to build back up to this level again. But this level is where they stayed. It was the only part of Billy’s day where it was quiet, where he wouldn’t be bothered by another human soul. Where he didn’t feel as trapped here as Steve probably did.

If Billy had his own way, he’d have no part of this. He’d be off living his own life, getting an education, settling down. But travelling was all he knew, all he was allowed to know. Beyond the tent and the endless miles of road was a great big world he knew very little about.

Steve was old. Much older than his family, much much older than Billy, but it always looked young. It never seemed to age. Even when Billy was a child, Steve was the same size it was now, had the same sized tank. Billy did wonder, if out in the open ocean, would it grow? How big should merpeople be? It wasn’t as if anyone had ever done any studies. The government had tried to buy Steve once. Wanted it for experiments and no doubt dissection and biopsies. Billy’s father insisted he would make more money being a travelling sideshow. It was the only time Billy was thankful he was a greedy son of a bitch. He couldn’t imagine Steve being killed, having its skin stretched out over a table, internal organs poked and prodded and preserved in jars. Taken apart just to be put back together again, stuffed and on display in a museum somewhere. All the little flickers of life that radiated through its body gone forever.

“One day I’ll set you free,” Billy spoke softly. He felt Steve hum under his fingertips. Steve couldn’t speak, but it could make noises. Little hums and purrs and piercing hisses when it was afraid. Like when crowds would bang on the glass of the tank to get Steve to come out. Billy was sure everyone could hear the warning hiss that vibrated around the tent but no one ever seemed to bat an eye otherwise. It was just another thing he hadn’t quite understood yet. Billy had promised freedom before though. So many times. He just had to rely on his father not selling everything before it was his.

“You can be happy out there. Free.” Steve swirled its tail in the water slowly, blues reflecting off the glimmering purple scales, differences in shade only noticeable close up. Billy was never really sure if Steve could really understand what he said, but its reactions were always encouraging. “I promise.”

Steve purred low and rolled its head, placing its chin on the board to look upwards directly at Billy, studying. It was a while before Billy felt a squeeze around his ankle. Just one.

Yes.

#harringrove #billy x steve #steve x billy #billy hargrove #steve harrington as a mermaid #merman #merperson #i just really love mermaids okay #specially ones that aren't so human looking #i may come back to this au in future #just ugh! i love classic shit and mermaids #steve harrington #stranger things #my writings

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fandom-trash-xl · 4 years ago

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One-Shot: The Small and the Shiny

Timeline Placement: Age 784 (The 28th World Martial Arts Tournament!)

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"Now, don't get into too much trouble, you two."

Today was the day of the twenty-eighth World Martial Arts Tournament and the two Saiyans, Goku and Vegeta, weren't the only ones who were ecstatic.

Five-year-old Pan, granddaughter of Goku, was finally ready to participate in her first tournament. Due to her Saiyan genetics, she was a combat prodigy, allowing her to easily hold her own amongst adults. She had even flown around the planet in the span of minutes just that morning.

However, it would be a while before the main event would begin and Pan was dead set on perusing the various activities around the area with her grandpa.

"We won't, dad!" Pan assured her father.

"Hey, don't sweat it, Gohan! She's in good hands." Goku gave a reassuring smile.

"With you, that's debatable." Chi-Chi sighed.

“Ah, come on, Chi-Chi...” The Saiyan looked back at his wife almost pleadingly. “You’re always saying how I should bond with her, and I promise we’ll only buy a few sweets...”

She only sighed, a small smile forming across her lips, still ever amused by her husband after all of the years of worry. “Just go.”

On that note, Goku and Pan soon took to the heart of the lanes of vendors, looking to find at least something to occupy the time before they were called back for their matches.

"Where do you want to go first, Pan?"

"Ice cream!" Pan cheered, pointing to a nearby stand.

"Great choice! I was thinking that too." Goku entered a running stance. "I'll race you!"

"You're on, grandpa!"

After a brief count of three, the pair began to rush towards the ice cream vendor. However, it didn't take long for Pan to lose her pace.

She saw something. A tail from around a corner, lazily batting about in curlicues.

"Hey, why'd you slow down, Pan?"

"Look over there!"

Pan pointed to the tail around the corner. It was rather small, a dusty rose color and striped. Dangling from it was what appeared to be a small pendant keychain with a circular charm.

"It's a puppy tail, grandpa! There's a puppy over there!"

"Well, I think that's kind of a weird color for a puppy..." Goku tried to explain, but Pan had already bolted.

"PUPPY!" She squealed as she ran towards the tail.

"Pan, wait!" Goku tried to chase after his granddaughter, but she was already prepared to pounce on the tail. When Goku could finally see around the corner and realize that the tail's owner was in fact not a dog, Pan had already jumped and grabbed on.

"Gotcha!"

The tailed creature appeared to be a bipedal reptilian. The jewel that made up his skull was a brownish maroon shade and resembled a chestnut. The creature's species was familiar to Goku, but he couldn't place it in this rushed instance. He was clearly upset that his tail was grabbed and tears were forming.

The reptilian stumbled back as he freed his tail from Pan's eager grasp, not noticing the pendant dropping from it. He started to bolt in the other direction, mumbling something panicked and incoherent. He didn't get very far before tripping. He picked himself up and continued to run, this time holding his tail to stop it from dragging on the ground. He finally managed to cry out a word that was understandable: a wailing cry of "Papa!"

"Pan, that wasn't very nice of you to pull on that little lizard boy's tail." Goku looked at his granddaughter with disappointment.

"But, grandpa, I didn't know!" Pan whined.

Goku sighed. "Well, we should try to find him, so you can apologize." Noticing the fallen keychain, he retrieved it from the ground. “And we should probably return this to him too.” He grabbed Pan's hand and led her through the crowd. "Come on."

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Several minutes had passed and the two had no luck with finding the lizard boy. It was rather unusual. How hard was it to find a boy with a tail in a place like this?

Pan was scanning among the legs of passing people to try to spot the boy with no luck.

Goku turned to look in the direction that Pan was searching while continuing to walk. “You see ‘im yet, Pan?” He inquired.

“No, not yet, grandpa, but...”

“What is it?”

“I think you should be paying more attention to the path!”

“Pan, it’s fine.” Goku assured his granddaughter. “I’ll be fine, I’m not going to bump into anyone!”

Just at that moment, as if jinxed by his words, Goku immediately bumped into someone. He jolted back, almost letting Pan’s hand slip out of his.

“Woah, sorry, sir. Didn’t see you there!” He apologized.

“You’d better be sorry, monkey.” A snarky and sarcastic voice responded.

The sound of the voice resonated with Goku. Only one person he knew had that certain flourish to his voice and that same person was the only one who called him by that name.

Goku’s eyes turned downward to see a familiar reptilian figure with white scales and violet jewels. Unlike the lizard’s usual attire choice, he wore a loose-fitting button-up shirt, dark enough violet to pass for black, and Force-standard spandex shorts, as well as a pair of sunglasses- somewhat feminine in design, likely not something he picked out himself- that his ruby red eyes peeked over, giving the Saiyan his signature glare of condescension. This clothing was probably to help him blend in with the surrounding crowds and avoid suspicion, but Goku felt that his tail was somewhat of a dead giveaway.

“Frieza?” Goku looked in confusion. “I didn’t expect you to be at the tournament!”

“Well, I didn’t expect myself to be here either.” The Arcosian removed his sunglasses and folded them. “But, Vegeta’s woman insisted since it’s been almost five years since I helped you save the universe, or whatever sappy excuse she used.” He rolled his eyes. “And apparently there are no admission returns, so...”

“Yeah, Bulma’s quite the master of persuasion, isn’t she?”

“I wouldn’t call it persuasion. More like coercion.”

Meanwhile, Pan slowly glanced around her grandfather’s leg to get a better look at the figure before her. Frieza’s tail swished back and forth, almost pattern-like, but the young girl noticed something else. Flicking almost in sync with the white tail was another tail of a familiar dusty rose color. Could it be that lizard boy?

Pan eagerly tugged on the leg of Goku’s gi. “Grandpa, grandpa!”

“What is it, Pan?” Goku asked.

“This guy’s got a tail!”

“Yes, he does, Pan.” The Saiyan explained. “Mr. Frieza’s from space, so he has some body parts that humans don’t have.”

"Oh?" Frieza seemed curious about the small girl. "Who is this? Another one of your hellspawn I presume?"

"Actually, Pan's my granddaughter. She was at that post-tournament party we had, remember? She was just a baby then."

"You do remember I left before all of these festivities, right?" Frieza's eyes narrowed. "I could barely stand being on your team for forty-eight minutes, so I definitely couldn't stomach a full-out party."

“Oh, right!” Goku remembered and scratched the back of his head in embarrassment. “Almost forgot you’re not a party person.”

Frieza gave a displeased sigh at the Saiyan’s ignorance. His tail flicked about faster and the second tail behind him seemed to be having difficulty matching the speed. This attracted Pan’s attention yet again, prompting her to give another tug.

"Grandpa, grandpa!"

"I'm afraid you'll have to advise her that this is hardly the time or place for me to explain my entire anatomy..." The Arcosian rolled his eyes.

"Pan, Mr. Frieza's right. Maybe another time-"

Pan interjected. "But, he's got two tails!"

Goku looked shocked. "He has what?!"

Frieza's eyes practically flew open. "I-I can explain, don't get too over-excited now-"

But, Goku had already started rambling. "I didn't know you could grow another tail! Can you grow three tails? Do you think Saiyans can do it too? Can-"

"Silence!" Frieza barked, ending the rant. His own tail stiffened and the second one seemed to fidget, uncertain of how to mirror the other. He sighed. "The second tail isn't mine."

"So, you ripped it off another guy and surgically attached it to yourself?"

The Arcosian was starting to lose patience more rapidly. "No, I mean that there's someone behind me, you imbecile!" He pinned his folded sunglasses to his shirt collar. "Just give me a second." Frieza turned around and bent down. His voice seemed to mellow as he near silently spoke to the small being behind him. “Come on, Kuri. Don’t be scared...” After a brief hesitation, the pint-sized figure flinched forward into Frieza's embrace, allowing him to scoop up the tailed creature. "There we go..."

When he faced them again, he was holding a smaller lizard being. Their form seemed to be similar to Frieza's first form, but it was missing horns. Their jewel skull resembled a maroon chestnut. They donned Frieza Force-regulated battle gear. The armor seemed to be of a model similar to Vegeta's, as it lacked the shoulder pads present on Frieza's usual armor. A black silk scarf, somewhat large on them, was tied at their collar and draping along their shoulders.

"It seems that some introductions are in order." Frieza finally managed a smile for once. "This is my son, Kuriza. Born two years after my revival."

Kuriza, clearly bewildered, briefly glanced over to Goku, then to Pan. After his analysis, he quickly averted his gaze and attempted to retreat back behind his father, who quickly stopped him. He must have been rather shy.

"Wow, never thought you had it in you, Frieza!"

Frieza hesitated for a moment. "What are you implying here, Goku...?” His eye twitched angrily.

“Well, um... It’s just... You’re Frieza and all, and I didn’t really think you were interested in-”

Pan interjected with her own question to spare her grandfather from Frieza’s wrath. “Who’s the mum, then?”

Frieza stammered as a red color spread across his face. He refused to look either of them in the eye. “That is... none of your concern, child...”

Goku laughed a little. “Same stubborn Frieza! But, anyways, it’s nice to meet you, little guy!” He held out his hand for Kuriza to shake or, at least, grab onto. To the Saiyan’s surprise, the young lizard’s already frightened expression seemed to further sour, shortly afterward attempting to snap his small fangs at Goku’s hand.

“Kuri! Manners!” The older Arcosian scolded him through gritted teeth.

“Woah! What the heck was that for? Did you set this up?”

Frieza seemed shocked as well. “I swear, I didn’t. I know that vengeance has been in the cards for quite some time now, but I’ve never trained him to attack you specifically.” He let out a small chuckle. “I guess it’s only natural for him to attack what he considers a threat. Just my luck that you automatically fit the bill~”

Emerging from the brief silence, Kuriza suddenly started to mumble something. It was hard to decipher at first, but even Goku was able to deduce what he said. “He’s... with... her.” He seemed to be referring to Pan and was clearing speaking about her with fear in his tone.

“This is because of Pan?” Goku looked surprised before the emotion was quickly overshadowed by fear. Frieza was glaring at him.

“Alright, monkey,” The Arcosian growled. “I don’t know what your little spawn did that traumatized my son, but you’d better explain... now.”

Goku started to sweat as he tried to once again hide Pan behind his leg. “I-I honestly... don’t know what happened...”

“Sh-she...” The young lizard stuttered. He eventually gave up on trying to work out the words and grabbed the end of his dusty rose tail. He made a tugging motion lightly enough to not cause himself discomfort. Goku’s eyes widened with realization. Kuriza was the lizard boy from before!

Frieza looked to his son with a gaze of concern. “Kuri, did that girl pull your tail?” Kuriza simply nodded. “She did?” His eyes turned back to Goku and his concerned look turned to an infuriated scowl.

“Um, Frieza, I can explain!”

“What is there to explain here? This little mutt pulled on my son’s tail because she doesn’t know how to keep her paws to herself...”

“She didn’t really pull though, she was only grabbing on for a few seconds-”

“Well, the tail is very sensitive! She could have hurt him!”

“Frieza, I’m honestly very sorry for all of thi-”

Goku’s defense of his granddaughter was cut off by Pan herself stepping up, her voice reduced to whimpering. “I didn’t wanna hurt him! I thought it was a puppy tail because I like to grab puppy tails, I didn’t know. I won’t do it again, don’t hurt me, Mr. Frieza!” She was almost diminished to an emotional puddle faced with the angered emperor.

Thankfully for the trembling quarter-Saiyan, Frieza’s temper cooled with a sigh. “I guess if you promise never to do it again, I can let it slide. Fortunately for you both, Vegeta’s woman also forced me into a ‘no violence’ agreement, so I, unfortunately, can not destroy you if the mood strikes me.”

Despite the positive news, Goku’s shoulders seemed to slump in disappointment. “Aww... So, does that mean you won’t be fightin’ in the tournament today?”

“Violence clauses or no, I am much too powerful to safely fight the normal Earthling combatants. I could quite literally tear up the competition while holding back.” The Arcosian’s expression turned into a cocky smirk. “Besides, I can’t trust any of your questionable companions to watch my darling Kuri.” At mention of his son, his scarlet eyes darted over to Kuriza, who was further attempting to bury his face by snuggling into his father's embrace, the gesture met by a brief cheek nuzzle.

"Speaking of watching over and such," Goku added with mild confusion. "How come the little guy was out and about without you? I figured you'd be watching him like a hawk with how protective you are."

Frieza sighed. “I try to stop him from wandering off, but he keeps trying to scavenge anyway. The boy has a mind of his own some days.”

“Scavenge?”

“Yes, for coins- and, before you try to give me any money, we’re fine on that front. He simply adores shiny objects like that... I even had to buy him a shiny little trinket in the hopes it would keep him occupied for a spell, but it seemed it didn’t work that well. It’s this little medallion charm from a little vendor back there.” He turned to Kuriza, who finally peeked back out of his reserved hiding. “Show them your little charm, Kuri.”

The smaller lizard looked back to his tail, only to find no such object dangling from it, letting out a small gasp. Frieza’s eyes narrowed. “Where did your charm go, Kuriza?” He was met with a mumbling response that Goku couldn’t make out but Frieza somehow could. “I told you not to put it on your tail, you know that’s how things get lost.”

“What’s the matter?” Goku inquired.

The lizard emperor sighed yet again. “It seems that Kuriza lost his little trinket while he was out scavenging. It must have slipped off his tail while he was up and about, it could be anywhere in this place. Such a shame that-”

"Shiny..." A small sad whimper came from Kuriza. He depressedly tried to slide down out of his father's arm, only for him to be scooped back up.

"Aww... Poor guy... Are you going to go look for it now?" Pan asked from behind Goku's leg.

"I'm afraid that will not be an easy thing to accomplish, little- Gkk!" Frieza was cut off by a sudden pain: a small kick from Kuriza, right in the upper ribs. The little lizard's mood had greatly soured and he was now resorting to kicking to fuel his agenda.

"Goku!" Frieza interjected, still being given small jabs in the ribs from his son's silent tantrum.

"Yes?" Goku perked up. Frieza had no snarky nickname for him, so he knew he was serious.

"By any chance, do you know someplace private I could go for a minute or so?" He spoke through pained grunts. "Preferably one nearby?"

"Wait, why?"

"Well, you know how he likes shiny things? Seeing my Golden Form helps calm him down and I don't want to attract any undue attention. So, if you would-" A single harder kick made Frieza's eyes widen mid-explanation to near the size of saucers. "Please..." He turned Kuriza around in his carrying, getting his legs to face outward and redirecting his frustrated kicks, unfortunately trying to find ways to swing backward.

"Ahh... Gotcha..." The Saiyan nodded understandingly before briefly shooting him a casual finger gun. "I think there should be bathrooms off around the outskirts- Maybe around the konpeito booth?"

"Much appreciated..." Frieza grunted through his teeth as he turned in his tracks off towards the other direction, redirecting his attention and softening his tone towards his son. "It's okay, Kuri... Papa will do the pretty shiny thing for you soon..."

However, before he could get too far, Pan suddenly chipped in, her voice still somewhat stuttering in fear of potentially upsetting the short fused emperor. "Wait... Umm, Mister Frieza?"

One iris darted back to look at the petite partial Saiyan, Frieza's default look appearing like a glare. "Yes? What do you need, little mutt?"

"Well, umm..." She hesitated. "If you tell us what it looks like, we could try to find the little charm for him..." After her initial nerves, she perked up, confidently cocky like her grandpa. "I'm good at finding things!"

The emperor was resistant to accept the offer, especially one from a five year old, but he eventually let out a begrudging sigh. "Very well, but don't get your hopes up about finding it. It's a small circle shaped pendant- Two sides to it. One has a picture of the sun, the other has a crescent of your planet's moon- and it's very shiny as you could presume." He rolled his eyes as he turned back around. "Now, if you don't mind..." He trailed off, grumbling.

Not long after Frieza had only taken a few steps ahead, all while trying to reign in the silently fussing little lizard in his arms, a thought caused Goku's shoulders to lurch up, like a jolt coursed through him to turn on the metaphorical lightbulb. He turned to Pan, fetching something from his belt as he did- the small keychain that had been dropped from earlier. Of course, it appeared a touch less shiny than hoped due to the dirt on it. "Hey... Pan, do you think this might be it?"

"Yeah!" The young quarter-Saiyan piped up. "After all, we did find it when the little guy ran off."

"Well, Mister Frieza's not too far, so do you think you could-"

Goku was barely allowed a chance to finish before his granddaughter yelped out to cross the few feet gap between her and the father-son pair of lizards. "Hey! Mister Frieza! We have it!"

The lizard emperor flinched in his tracks from the volume of her voice, pivoting back around on a dime and returning back to the two Saiyans. "What?! How the hell did you find that so fast?"

Pan briefly flinched as well, sensing hostility in his tone, but quickly recomposing herself. "Well, we think he lost it when I pulled his tail. It was on the ground where he was, so..." She held out the keychain, Frieza's eyes nearly lighting up in relief, only for his expression to remain the same typical disgruntled.

"It's all dirty, monkey..." His glare shot up to Goku, who quickly understood what Frieza meant by it, letting out a brief "oh!" before taking the keychain from Pan, hastily wiping it clean with the edge of his top, then handing it back. "That's better."

Upon seeing its glimmering beauty reflecting the light of the sunshine, the once stubborn little Kuriza's expression seemed to melt into stunned wonder, a matching glitter in his eyes. "Shiny..." He let out an awestruck whisper, his tiny hand now attempting to reach out toward it, only to be limited by the length of his arm and the hold his father, who was smiling for once, kept on him.

"Yes, yes, I see it, my little chestnut." The emperor sighed. He knelt down to a shorter level, closer to Pan's, as he set Kuriza back onto his two feet and quickly snatched the charm from the Saiyan child's hands. "Now, so you don't lose this again..." He untied the knot of the boy's scarf before quickly retying it again, this time making the knot around the looped end of the keychain. "We'll tie it here."

Kuriza almost immediately looked back down to admire it, fumbling with it in his tiny hands and flipping it between sun and moon, continuing to do so even as his father scooped him back up and rose to his feet. The smile remained on the older lizard's face even as he shot a glaring look with his eyes at Pan. "Don't expect any sort of 'thank you', mutt. You were part of the problem, after all."

"Well, she was part of the solution, to be fair."

Frieza simply scoffed. "Water under the bridge, monkey..." He shifted his son in his arms, transferring him to his backside and, no sooner after the small being had securely latched himself into his new position, his eyes progressively lowered, already tired. It was interesting to see how Frieza seemed to mellow around his son- was it parental hormones or did he actually have a sweet side?- yet his characteristic cold nature seemed to remain beneath.

"Now, if you have nothing further to contribute... I'll continue perusing this overly sappy human carnival until the main event starts." As the lizard turned around, precious cargo slumbering on his back, it wasn't long before his route forward was cut short by another voice calling out toward him, this one feminine, but not belonging to Pan.

"Hey! There you are, Frieza!" He looked with a cold glare to find that the approaching voice was tied to the woman who had roped him into this mess herself- Bulma, waving towards the group ahead on the path. Of course, she was not alone, having her clearly disgruntled Saiyan husband dragged along with her, as well as an unfamiliar pint-size presence, her hair distinctly matching Bulma's in color.

"Great... The woman..."

Alerted by this commotion, Kuriza's attempted nap was instantly halted with an alarmed squeak. His panic amplified upon seeing the approaching Briefs family and, not wishing to confront even more people, released his hold on Frieza's back, dropping to the ground and preparing to bolt away in the opposite direction. However, a stark white tail pushed him back. "No running off again!" Having no other escape option, he defensively kept a firm hug-like grip around his father's legs.

While Frieza remained aloofly looking away, Goku was all smiles to see the group approaching, waving towards Vegeta in particular. "Hey, 'Geets!" His greeting was met by the other Saiyan letting out a small grunt and simply addressing him as "Kakarot".

The emperor only rolled his eyes at this overly sappy "buddy-buddy" display, not finding any interest in whatever sort of bonding ritual the two Saiyans had to share, nor any of the human ones Bulma would force onto him. However, before he could make his discreet exit from the situation, the woman's eyes locked with him. "I thought I saw you around. Thankfully nothing in utter chaos." The smile on her lips was hesitant, even though dragging him here was her idea, and Vegeta held her back with a defensive arm, as if he were a zoo exhibit.

"Your lack of faith in me to 'behave', as you put it, is insulting, Bulma." Frieza scoffed, half-humoring her. "Anyway, thank you for the... human disguise you loaned me." He motioned to the collar of the button-up shirt, speaking of it like it was a burden forced upon him. "And, if you don't mind, I was just about to continue my rounds until you appeared." As he turned around, he unpinned the sunglasses from his shirt and covered his glaring red eyes back up with them. "Without further interruption, I must bid you ta-ta, woman~"

The lizard dismissed the group that had formed around him with a flick of a wave, but, when he tried to continue his trail through the grounds, he was halted, as his legs didn't seem to want to move. Looking down to see what was the matter, he noticed that Kuriza was still stubbornly grabbing him by the legs in defensive attachment, his grip keeping the two legs squeezed together. "Gkk! Kuri- please-"

Of course, it didn't take Bulma long to notice. "Aww... Who's that little fella you've got there?" Once the woman drew attention to the little lizard, his father let out a disgruntled sigh, his shades slightly falling and once again revealing a peek of unamused red irises.

"Oh, didn't you guys know?" Goku started answering on Frieza's behalf. "Frieza had a kiddo of his own the whole time!"

"Ah, that explains why you were asking about child admission when I got in touch with you! I just thought you were trying to pass one of your short minions off as one to get a discount or something."

Vegeta added a begrudging "Him procreating? Tch..."

The emperor continued through gritted teeth. "Yes, his name is Kuriza and he doesn't like new people, so could we just move on-"

Before he could finish, Bulma's curiosity had already overtaken her, passing Vegeta's arm barrier to her husband's dismay. She had already made her way uncomfortably close to the lizard, kneeling down to reach the further fearful Kuriza, his grip tightening and his face becoming more obscured. "That's okay. He just hasn't come out of his shell yet." Her voice became a coo. "It's okay, little guy... Miss Bulma won't hurt you!"

"Woman, please back off. He doesn't want your company." Frieza, raising his sunglasses up to his forehead, urged her, not being heard.

"Aww... Poor guy... Don't be scared!" She reached forward, further triggering the boy's fight or flight, and carefully examined the little charm tied to his scarf, flipping the token in her fingertips. "That's a cute little charm you have there, Kuriza~ Did your dad get that for you?"

"You may not want to touch that-"

"I'm not going to take it away from him, I'm just looking at it."

"Bulma!" Frieza, at the end of his rope, finally used her real name. "I really wouldn't. He-!"

He looked back down too late as the human woman let out a panicked yelp. "Oww! He bit me!" Sure enough, little Kuriza's fangs were clamped onto Bulma's finger, the other four fearfully releasing his pendant. The small creature, frightenedly unsure of how to react, was between moods, letting out a soft growl and tearing up at the same time.

"As I was trying to explain..." Frieza grumbled. "He bites when he feels threatened- and you were being quite threatening in his mind." He reached down and planted a reassuring hand on top of his son's head. "It's okay, Kuri~ Let her go now." While the younger lizard hesitated briefly, he acquiesced and allowed Bulma to withdraw her hand, shortly after transferring his hug hold by springing up onto his father's arm.

"Well, that's a lesson for later... Heh..." With a forced smile, Bulma tried to brush off the incident, rubbing at her sore finger. "I guess I'll leave you two to your business! We'll see you later at the main event!"

While both lizards were relieved in their own ways that the Briefs group was leaving, another voice, finally piping up, was not quite enthused. "Aww... But, I wanted to play with the lizard boy!" The tiny source was the small girl by Vegeta's legs, the color of her hair, tied up in a ponytail, a mix of purple and robin's egg strands.

"I know you did, Bulla, honey, but little Kuriza's not quite in the mood to play right now." While Bulma rationally explained the situation, Vegeta was taking the more protective route, trying to prod Bulla away. Perhaps it was fear of her being bitten too, or of her being 'contaminated' by an evil emperor's son.

"Okay..." Bulla disappointedly whimpered. As she was urged ahead on her way by her stubborn Saiyan father, she raised her hand to wave goodbye. "Bye-bye, then!" Her hand waving overenthusiastically at the same time rattled a small bracelet around her wrist, a few gemstone-like beads making it up- hopefully play-pretend plastic, unless they trusted a four-year-old that much. However, no matter what material it was, what mattered was its surfaces caught glimmers of light in their motions-

As well as Kuriza's attention.

The Saiyans, partial and full, and Bulma parted to one direction, while the solitary emperor and his boy went to the other. However, Kuriza, now reclaiming his prior position playing piggyback, couldn't help but look behind him as the others headed off- though the people themselves were of less interest to him than the real treasure. The bracelet continued to jangle around on its little girl owner's wrist, further tempting him with its glittering allure. "Shiny..." He near silently whispered. His movements were quiet and stealthy, taking some time before Frieza even noticed him dropping down from his back.

Bulla, past her initial disappointment of not having a new playmate, was now busily chatting with Pan, walking to the side of her. Her braceleted hand was held behind her back while her father protectively held the other one. The surrounding footsteps that formed the ambience of the tournament ground made her miss the tiny and quickly approaching patters- that was until she felt the wrist behind her being suddenly grabbed.

"Oh!" She turned around to see Kuriza attempting to take a hold on her bracelet and suddenly frozen in his tracks, realizing he had to deal with the person attached. "Hey, it's you! Hi!" The lizard wanted to draw back, but also refused to leave his prize.

Kuriza hesitated. "...Hi...?"

"It's okay. You like my bracelet, don't you?" He nodded daintily in response, just as his father worriedly approached.

"Kuri, what did I tell you about scampering off again?! That shiny thing already has a home..." The young Arcosian's attention was still diverted, continuing to be subjected to Bulla's small talk.

"My mum got me this for my birthday. It's my favorite, but I really like your little shiny thing too!" Surprisingly, Kuriza did not grow defensive of his trinket when she pointed at it, his more important goal being the new object before him. "Oh! I just remembered! You don't know my name. My name's Bulla, nice to meet'cha!"

Since the lizard's hand was already joined to her, Bulla simply grabbed his wrist in exchange to complete the handshake, causing him to slightly flinch. He knew he couldn't run away now- especially since the treasure was in close range.

Stammering, he suddenly spoke up again, his murmur making him harder to understand. "I- 'm... K-Ku-reeza... Nice to... mmm..." He mumbled, failing on the last word and looking up at his father for guidance, who simply sighed.

"Don't hurt yourself... It's an earth thing... Just say 'meet you'."

"Oh... Meet you! Nice to meet you..." He finished, suddenly triumphant but still hushed.

"Very good, Kuriza. Now come along please. This little one has other places to be- as do we." Frieza bent down to his knees to reach the young boy's level again, attempting to gently disconnect his hand from the girl's wrist. Though he was resistant to do so, Kuriza submitted to his father's grab and returned to his embrace.

"Aww, so soon...?" It wasn't the young girl who was whining, but rather her mother. "The little fella was just coming out of his shell. Didn't you see it, Frieza?"

"I did." Frieza glared. "And it was probably only because of her bracelet, so don't read too deep into it." He rose to his feet, Kuriza in tow, preparing to continue turning the other way- a simple task that he would have completed minutes ago but, with more pestering from Bulma, it became increasingly difficult.

"That's because you're not giving it a chance! Why don't you just come with us then? You'll still be able to see the grounds and the little guys can have their time together. Sounds like a win-win!"

The older lizard looked back with skepticism. "I'm not sure if he'd be... comfortable..." His vision then turned to the boy, who was trying to return to burying his face.

"It's okay!" Bulla responded with her mother's chipper and boundless enthusiasm, the arm with her bracelet raising at the same time and jangling the beads. "I'm lots of fun! I'll be his friend!"

Once shy Kuriza almost instantly popped out of his reclusion upon hearing the little beads clatter and, again captivated like a magpie to its shininess, leaned forward to get a closer look, dropping himself out of Frieza's arms in the process. He skittered over to Bulla and latched onto her braceleted wrist yet again like a magnet. "I see someone agrees!" Bulma, noticing the action, smiled.

This further hardened Frieza's glare, the action proving his argument in favor of this being the bracelet's fault and nothing else. Kuriza appeared happy, probably only because he was faced with a new shiny trinket to eye up. As he was about to make his rebuttal, surprisingly, someone else had an objection.

"Bulma, what are you trying to do?!" Vegeta's brow furrowed, trying to tug Bulla back to his side by her other hand. "Why are you setting up my-" He corrected himself. "Our princess with this little... tyrant?!"

"Vegeta, you're being ridiculous." Bulma's look equally soured. "I know he's Frieza's kid, you had some bad blood, but he's three at most." She looked down to where the children were standing, Bulla figuring out that her bracelet was like a laser pointer and moving her arm around to see if Kuriza's eyes followed- sure enough they did and his tail waggled gently. "He's not going to blow her up or anything."

"No, all I'm saying is-" The Saiyan attempted to protest further, only to be silenced by a quick peck to the cheek by Bulma, the love behind it covered by frustration.

"Just trust me, okay...?" She muttered under her breath before readopting her excitement. "Now that that's settled, shall we be on our way?" Bulma shot Frieza another sickeningly sweet smile, the lizard only folding his arms and sighing disgruntled as he followed them- skepticism in ever step.

Young Bulla seemed to be leading Kuriza along by her bracelet, making her own side of the conversation, all rather earthen topics, some of her favorite things and where to find the best snacks in the city, while he, probably not understanding most of it and playing along to remain tied to the shiny thing, let out occasional nods and mumbles of agreement. His father continued to watch the two closely to make sure they didn't get into any mischief, glaring at the girl with an air of distrust whenever she looked back up at him.

Hopefully, he wouldn't have to keep up this act for long. Soon enough, this charade would end with the passing of the tournament and he wouldn't need to set foot on this dirtball again, unless he made plans to claim its Dragon Balls- and that was a note he could relax a bit on.

Unfortunately, for him, what he didn't realize was that unfolding before him was the beginning of a long friendship that would persist for years to come.

So much for that idea...

#dragon ball #dragon ball z #dragon ball super #one shot #Kuriza #Frieza #Goku #Pan #Bulla #Bulma #Vegeta #A little AU bit I did #Since Frieza's alive now (for now? I think Granolah's up to something in the manga) we have the possibility of Kuriza!#A lot of my other concepts flow back to this event here #So its basically the little framework for my KurizaxBulla/Kurla nonsense #They're cute kids for now that will grow into the rarepair that's solely based on headcanon because one does not canonically exist #Woot

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c-atm · 4 years ago

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Steven Universe, The Alien hybrid demon hunter, who bared a pink gem as his belly button.

Connie Maheswaran, succubus heiress of the Maheswaran lineage.

Usually, there would be flirty bantering. Usually, this would be amusing.

Amusing and exciting.

Fun...This should be fun. Like every other time before this. Their fighting.

"So...Mister hunter? How many times has your back slammed against my grounds, huh? Twenty...Thirty? I've seemed to have lost count." The heiress teased as she looked at the body spread flat on the ground.

He was bulky and short, coming up to her lips, made of round muscle and slightly peach skin. His round face bore a round button nose, big, round heterochromia eyes of chocolate and strawberry, and a curly black unkept pompadour.

He wore a simple outfit of a black cotton collar shirt, pink baggy leg jeans, and a pair of pink sandals; his relaxed wear, as he called it and one of the first signs that something was awry.

"You know, under different circumstances. I would be thrilled at a 'night-cap' from you."

"Shameless Succubus!" He glared intensely at his shocked rival, a bit red-faced at her insinuation, the same one she always makes.

That and her appearance.

Brazil nut-brown skin with thin, rich-ridge lips painted in lips balm the same pink of his gem. Midnight gleaming eyeshadow on her wide-set, protruding eyes with full S-shape brows and a small hook nose on an oblong face. Hair of ombrè chestnut in a right-side braid and a left-side wavy-fizzy hair flow to her tailbone and front of the madams’ eye.

With a body made for battle and bedding, she decorated her well-muscled, statuesque, and luscious bottom hourglass figure with a cleavage presenting, independence blue, off-the-shoulder, sheer swallowtail crop top with a black strapless bra underneath; A Sacramento-green mesh, extreme double split maxi skirt with tight-fitting, mint bikini briefs underneath. On her feet was a pair of silk, bluebell-colored open toe ankle socks. As both the crystal charm on her leather choker and tattoo-like birthmark above the center of her breast, was the insignia of her ancestry, the lion eating the star in a shade of blue entirely her own

"Do you still wanna keep this up, Stevie?" She questioned a slightly more worried.

He sneered in pain at his worn body and irritation at her teasing tone. "Is this a game to you!?" His roar got a more resonant laugh from Connie's cohorts and a frozen neutral look from her. 'There's the second sign. He's never this irritable.'

"It is, It's the only reason why Madam Maheswaran hasn't killed you yet."

He turned his sight to the far left of their strawberry and bluebell battlefield. Thereupon a slightly inclined slope on a blanket resided two people; one man and one woman.

The one who commented was an umber ma, youthful, tall, and broadly built with a slight beard, thick-peaked brows, and a faded haircut of onyx. Square-faced with deep-set eyes were a hickory shade, hick lips of chestnut hiding a fanged mouth, and a big flared nose.

He wore a black, sleeveless, double slit longline shirt of silk, with a lion’s crimson design eating a star on the left breast. Smoke colored, loose legged slacks held up by a black snake skinned belt with a belt buckle shaped like a sword, and a pair of leather jodhpur boots of apple. Each of his wrists bore an icy blue cuff bracelet of unknown crystal.

On his lap, the woman's head laid as she looked on with the same face of amusement. Heart-faced with tawny skin, cupid-bow lips made up in mahogany paint, russet hooded eyes with short-diagonal brows, a medium-sized button nose, and loose curly black hair that fell to her mid-back.

She wore a sand-colored, thigh-length, pointed collar shirt that cascaded over her figure. Leg exposing, hip accentuating, short khaki pants of coconut; hazelwood T-bar wedges with beaded anklets made out of the same icy crystal as the man's bracelets. Her shirt bore the same emblem as her compatriot.

"Daniel, please…We shouldn't tease her guest so." The woman in his lap taunted their mistresses' adversary, before sighing as he ran his fingers upon her scalp.

"Patricia is right," Connie began with a soft jest, putting on her usual act. "We should honor this brave hunter of the night, for his continuous service to a city of infrared, dishonorable businessmen, and prejudice filled people. All for the hope of a mighty payday.." The madam spoke in a ridiculing flirt as her opponent stood to his feet, anger, and frustration on his face. "Ah, he stands again.” She applauded with a golf clap, hoping to get a rise out of him. “That gem biology makes you quite the sturdy playmate. Can't help but wonder how much it will take to make you. break." She licked her lips, a libidinous sparkle in her black pearl eyes.

"Take this seriously, monster!"

'She's not!' Steven's heart and mind screamed.

"Be silent." The hunter growled to himself as he flexed his wrist and a shimmering pink circular shield with light blue edges, and a swirl design on its face with a gem at the very center appeared, covering his left forearm. He glared intensely at his shocked rival, a bit red-faced at her insinuation, the same one she always makes.

"M-Monster, me? Just because I'm a succubus does not mean I am a monster." She folded her under her breast, giving them a bit of rising as she pouted. “That’s a bit too far, don’t you think, Biscuit? Don’t seem me calling you ‘hybrid’ or ‘alien’?”

“Shut up!” Steven roared, throwing his shield toward her neck at blinding speed.

Maheswaran stood looking amused as a black devil-like tail shot from right below the curve of her back, destroying the construct by piercing its face from above. “Seems like your losing vigor, Biscuit. Wanna take a break?” She offered him a gentle smile. “Maybe explain why you’re taking this so seriously.”

'Connie, it's not me!'

'She can't hear you. So be silent! As I do your job!'

Steven glared at creating a wall of eighteen spiked hexagonal constructs in front of him. “The only break I want…"

'No!' Steven roared, helplessly watching his body and hear his voice act.

"Is your broken body.” He snapped his fingers, launching the constructs at her like missiles.

‘So cold…” She thought as she took to the sky to dodged the projectiles. Even as they chased her, she was able to escape, skipping on the currents of the air as if it was a stage for dancing.’ He’s really trying to kill me, huh?�� She vaulted over two, causing them to crash and shattered each other before whipping her tail in a half-circle, destroying four more. ‘This aggression, it’s much different from our usual game,’ She dodged the remaining twelve by leaping, diving, and propelling herself within the air. She looked down at the hunter sadly.

They had done this so many times before fought and clashed against each other, that it seemed like a greeting between them.

Sometimes it was to break her boredom. Sometimes it was for him to get information on a target he was chasing. Sometimes it was circumstance, and sometimes...It was an excuse and gateway to other emotional actions and personal moments

It is a key part of their communication and bond. One full of passion, competition, and vigor. That, more than not, led to teasing and flirting; and at rare times, touching and exploring each other—many in this very field, numerous times throughout the five years of their association.

She cherished their matches; they allowed her to get closer to him.

Unlike this, whatever it is. Which only made her vary of its conclusion.

"What happened to you, Steven?" She whispered before finding herself surrounded.

‘Uh-oh.’

'Berry!?'

Steven watched as his constructs slammed, pierced, shattered upon her body. The sounds of her flesh ripping, bones crushing, and blood drowned screams brought him an unrelenting pain in his chest. His eyes followed as she fell from the sky headfirst. He ignored the hate-filled stares of her two cohorts as he walked towards her body. Even now, they respected her request to not interfere with the battle.

She wasn’t moving at all. Her body was mangled, slashed, torn, and twisted. Her blood was splattered on the ground, her innard and organs in public view; eyes opened, unfocused and lifeless, surrounded by bluebells. “Even as a corpse, you’re so damn sinfully beautiful.” His body chuckled as it dropped to its knees, wiping a spontaneous tear from his left pink eye. "Well, wonder whose tear this is? Yours over your dead demon slut or mines on finally getting revenge on the Maheswaran family."

"I'm a thousand percent

sure it's yours."

Steven's body didn't have a moment to answer; a black vortex erupted from Connie's corpse. The doppelganger covered its eyes with Steven's forearms, from the force of the wind as it scarred the earth, scattered bluebells, and splattered strawberries alike. That when he felt it.

Her clawed hand, pulling down his crossguard, followed by explosive pain as her fist connected with his left cheek, launching from where he was standing to a sitting position after his head crashed against something woody, thick, and hard. He felt dizzy and wholly disorientated as he shook his head. He was about to come to his feet when he felt the weight of a body up against his pelvis and strangely warm hands upon his nape and upper back, rubbing him sensually.

"Look at me."

The dopple opened its eyes, and jaw dropped in a mixture of fear and wanting at the visage.

Connie Maheswaren, in all her relentlessly salacious, monstrously dangerous acclaim, stared down at the inserted personality.

Her appearance didn't change too much; her figure now bore darker brown skin with streaks of 'her blue' along the curves of her torso and limbs. Protruding from her lower back on both sides of her spine were two sword-sharp, sleek bat-wings with metallic-looking, forest-colored 'fingers' and a patagium of the color of 'her blue.' Two smaller, horizontal wings protrude from the top of her head. Her devil tail wrapped around her waist. The most striking and power exuding aspect was her eyes.

While still protruding, they now appeared monolid with kaleidoscopic irises of black, smoke, and her 'blue' shaped as four-point stars and slit pupils of the forest. He could not look away; they were dazzling, alluring, dangerous...Hypnotic.

"My beloved hunter, " She stroked his cheek, never breaking their gaze. Her voice soothing and adoring, "I'm going to save you."

“Stop acting like we’re-"

"I'M NOT SPEAKING TO YOU, THIEF!"

'Steven' shook in apprehension and alertness at the scowl and harshness cast in his direction. The chuckle of the real Steven resounding in the back of his mind didn't help.

"Now, " She hissed."You little false persona. Look into my eyes. Listen to my voice. Feel my presence and open everything to Me~eee."

'Steven' couldn't say anything as he felt his control of the body loosen, his mouth dropping as his eyes took on her own, and the world slowly warped around Connie, her eyes remained unblinking. He couldn't move, couldn't breathe, all he could do is stare as everything in the world except Connie went black before her visage too went dark.

When he came to, he saw himself in a space of black, pinks, and blues swirls and Cobblestone under his feet.

"Well, looks who's come to join me."

'Steven' glared before turning to the voice behind him. There, in a makeshift cage of green like energy, stood the actual persona of Steven dressed in a similar outfit with the exception that his complete being was bathed in glowing pink.

"The astral plane?...My mindscape?…, My voice!" the dopple eyes widened at the feminine voice before they waved their hands, creating a mirror to observe themselves. They glared at their reflection.

What was Steven universe, a few moments ago, now stood a small-statured, dwarf-like woman with a pixie haircut bathed in a bit, her face was round, and her aquamarine eyes were naturally narrowed, her nose was tiny and upturned, her lips were thin and volume-less. Adorned on her small triangle frame was a simple sleeveless collar shirt of ocean under a buttoned-up vest of cobalt, bracers of baby blue in her wrist, a flowing pencil skirt of the same color, thigh-high stockings, and black flats. Protruding from her back was two butterfly wings of powder blue

"How? When?" The woman inquired in anxious fear.

"Now aren't you cute..mini bodied and small-minded," Connie's taunting cackling shook the space. "Have you forgotten already?"

The dwarf-sized fairy shivered at the voice that seemed to reverberate throughout the area boomingly. "Did you hit your...His head that hard?"

"Cowardly, bitch of a demon whore! Show yourself!" The woman challenged as she stood ready for an attack.

"Now why would I, when I have you right where I want you?"

"My berry makes a good point, part of the reason I never let her hypnotize me. The thought of her in my mind." He insulted his captor.

The persona growled at her mental captive before smiling sinisterly. "I'm still in control here, " she snapped her fingers, and the cage around Steven morphed to a cross, strapping him in around his neck, wrists, and ankles. With a second snap, the cross slid across the cobblestone towards the mind thief, stopping before her sharp nails fingers pierced his neck. "I still have you, and I know she won't allow me to hurt you. Let alone eliminate your existence...WILL YOU, MADAM OF THE MAHESWARAN!"

Her yelling heed no results. Pure silence was all that answered her. "All that, and now you're just gonna let him die," she sneered, "as expected from the Maheswaran bloodline. They use you for their needs and are quick to betray when it suits them. Loyalty, valor, honor...means nothing to them." She turned to Steven, who was looking away. "Sorry, hunter, your succubi is an untrustworthy and betraying bitch. Just like her ancestors were to my family, that being said."

"You don't know anything about her."Steven glared as she grabbed his head, making him face her.

She chuckled menacingly. "Ohoho...You two are sweet on each other, maybe more than sweet?... Such a lucky whore. Tasteful too…" She licked her lips as she peered her captive up and down. "She's right about you, though. Your body, your power; hell, bet if you weren't so under, I wouldn't be able to take residence as I have...I was lucky.. "

She grinned before giving him a disrespectful kiss. "In your next life, choose carefully with the women you share time and drink with...Some of us are horrible creatures. Just like that damn succubus...Or little nymphs turned wraith, like me." She pulled her hand back, posed to strike.

"So...How about you give me your last words to go along with the kiss and your sight. I'll make sure she'll receive them before I reunite you two in the nether...Promise."

Steven scowled at her struggling to break free. "She is going to kill you and every one of your kin for this."

"Not like there is any more of our marine's left, her forefathers seen to that...It's only fair that I take something she treasures." She shot her fingers forward. "Poor choice of final words by the by!"

She beamed maniacally as her digits dug into Steven's throat, feeling the warmth of his essence as 'blood' dribbled rapidly from her penetrations. She watched as his eyes widened and teared up as he choked up…

"Bluebell petals?" The Marine whispered in alarm as the petals fell from his mouth and his head drooped forward before he formed a victorious smile.

"You foolish lost soul," 'Steven' tittered as he transformed into Connie's visage, "you really think you are in control." Connie's form detonated in a flurry of petals, blinding the nymph, who struggled to clear her vision, swinging her arms wildly in a struggle. When her vision finally cleared, she found herself back to the field, thoroughly dyed in her blue.

"I'm back outside?"

"No. You're not, little soul."

The Marine shivered as she looked over her shoulder to see Connie. Her form shadowed by her moon, the only thing visible being her fierce gleaming eyes and slasher smile.

"Welcome to your grave." The succubus greeted as the now horrified soul shot to escape, only to find the efforts futile as Connie just seemed to glide closer to her. Her smile is growing more, the closer she gets.

"Demon! Devil! You Mahe-"

The stems of bluebells silenced the screaming by wrapping themselves around the spirit's throat, wrist, waist, and ankles before pinning her to the turf, strangling and slicing into her flesh, letting the blood run into the ground as the bullwhip, leather-like stems moved and tightened themselves second by second.

"You know, a part of me wonders what your beef could be with the Maheswaran? What horrible thing my ancestors could have done to your family? Well, maybe they killed yours or something...Possibly, a blood feud," she watched as her victim tried to speak, only to step on her opponent's chest cavity crushing it under her heel, grinding her heel deep, making her silently and gaspingly scream, "but you know what...It doesn't matter, before my time, and I refuse to pay the debts of my ancestors."

Connie chuckled, seeing struggle under her heel." Awe. You almost got a sound out that time…" Her voice got frigid as she stomped again. "I'm not one for grudges, and usually turn my enemies to companions or corpses...I guess you know where you fit, but that fault's on your head." Her voice got louder as she stomped again."You had the nerve to take control of my beloved hunter body."

And again. "Disgraced an essential facet of our relationship."

And again. "For some revenge,"

She snarled again before yelling. "THAT HE HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH!" She slammed her foot into the nymph's chest, caving it in as the stems cut and slashed deep into the nymph's body, spraying blood as it did, staining the bluebells. "That's the only reason why you are in this position...If you had just stepped up and attacked me straightforwardly, I would have been a lot more lenient. Even praised you for the prowess of your mental power."

"Ah..ahh..arghh."

"Tsch! Now you got something to say. Are you trying to apologize? Famous last words perhaps, you no name ghost from the past? Come on, let me hear them...Before I reunite you with your dead bloodline.".

Connie watched as her victim fought to speak, her eyes leaking blood due to the constructing, slashing, spinning stems.

" My. My na-"

"Don't care. Die."

The nymph's final sight was Connie's bored face as she slammed her heel into her skull. Unaware that she would be nothing more than another soul added to the succubus collection. To be added to her strength.

Connie signed as she watched the soul limbs and head popped off due to the squeezing of the stems. Everything that was the nymph dropped and spilled onto the ground before being l absorbed by the soil, causing it to glow in Connie's unique blue, producing more bluebells and strawberries.

"Sheesh, I'm not even close to the family, and I'm cleaning up their blood feuds." Connie scratched her head with a sigh. "still..she touched my heart, wasn't going to let that slide...Speaking of." With a smile, she closed her as she vanished from her field to appear at an evening beach with a sky of pinks and oranges and water of a midnight blue. She opened her eyes in awe at space before her eyes caught him, sitting at the beach shore a calm look on his face.

She couldn't help her grin and excitement as she flew towards her hunter, "Stee~ven!"

The hunter looked surprised before he felt a body barreled into him and knocked them both into the sandy turf. He groaned as he cleared his view and took notice of who knocked him over and now straddling his hips.

"Hey, Connie." He reached up, rubbing her cheek. "You saved me."

"Yeah." she smiled, nuzzling into his palm as her tail swished behind her happily, "I'm so mad at you, though." She kissed his palm. "How you let a wraith take over your body? Your mental fortitude needs some reinforcement."

He picked up on the accusation and growled in insult, "Hey, that's not fair, she tricked and drugged me."

"Which brings me to another insult." Connie grabbed his hand, squeezing in anger. "How'd you allow yourself to get tricked? Aren't you an experienced hunter? What could have thrown your guard off?".

He sat up and gave her a piercing stare." Well, excuse me for being tired from hunting a daemon armory and wanting to relax a bit; how was I supposed to know that I was getting wrapped up in some revenge plot? All I wanted was to drink and relax."

"In the company of another woman."

He grinned at the pout in her voice. "Is that a problem, madam? I am a free agent."

Connie turned away, not wanting him to see her blush. "Oh, you're free to do whatever…" She held him close around his upper back and nape, laying his head upon her family crest, "but look where it got you."

"My head between your breast, worth it."

"You, being turned to a puppet."

"The wiles of women is a dangerous weapon." Steven wrapped his right arm around her hips. "As a succubus, you should know and respect that fact."

"Why does it seem you are trying to pick a fiiighhhooohom."

She was interrupted by the tingling sensation of him stroking her tail near the base, making her mewl in pleasure as she increased her grip on him. "Hunt~hm," she was interrupted by his index and thumb squeezing her tail."Hmm.Steven."

He ran his hand up the full length squeezing as he did.

Mmmmm~aah, Biiis~cuit." With a purr, she nuzzled into the crook of his neck. "You cheat." Her voice was softened as she gave the smallness of bites into his left trapezius muscle, puncturing it and sinking a spell into him and making him groan before a flame of fear in him.

"Connie?! What did you just-"

"Shut up and accept my protection." She held him close, peppering the bite mark with cat-like licks.

"I just got my body freed, from a mind controlling...Whatever."

"Wraith. A vengeful lost spirit." She informed, before her licks turned to nips. Smiling as the hunter relaxed lightly, his hands palms her hips...

"Right...Anyway, that was a bit sudden, don't you think?"

She chuckled. "Do you think I would take over your body, as she did?"

Steven heard the hurt behind the laughter and waved his hand. "No..."

She heard the uncertainty in his speech. "Then why do you seem so apprehensive?"

"It just...She was in your image, Berry…" He admitted, feeling her go still.

"Well...that explains a lot.." The shame was thick in her throat before giving way to fierce anger. 'That, little nymph...Her death was too good for her, and now I made a part of my energy. Disgusting…How dare she tarnish how he sees me? Make him wary of me?'

"You're thinking very loud in my mind," Steven whispered into her ear. "Forgot how to hide your thoughts within a person's mindscape?"

"I haven't!" She shot him a glare, sitting straight with fang displaying grimace and fist balled tightly. "So...are you afraid of me now?"

"You did kick my body ass." He attempted to joke.

"IT'S NOT A JOKING MATTER!" The succubus cried. "That little… She used our bond against me...They violated our connection." She looked down. "Made you cautious of me."

"Which makes this perfect time for a joke, "Steven noted, nonchalantly. " Relieve the tension."

"You foolish hunter," She wiped her eyes to prevent a tear to be shown, "with our history, you should be cautious, right? First time I'm in your mind, and I put something in you without your permission, yeah, that's trustworthy." The sarcasm was thick in her voice. "No wonder you always kept your mental guards up."

"Well, If I let my guard down, I'll be completely enthralled by you.." Steven spoke truthfully with a grin.

"I'm not a fledgling... I can control my enthralling, and we're getting off subject."

"The subject is how I feel about you." Steven chuckled at her prideful acclaim. "Also, wasn't talking about magic or powers." He rubbed his shoulder where she bit him, looking away, feeling a bit exposed. "We've been…' In league' with each other for half a decade, and I never felt cautious or wary towards you, our first few meetings, being the exceptions."

"But you do have some concerns about us, presently," she folded her arms around her mid-section.

Steven nodded."Yeah, it'a fight to keep my mind focused when you're around…"

"I thought you weren't talking about powers."

"I'm not. I'm talking about my 'affection' for you, about how over five years of receiving your attention, affection, honest actions... You have my heart...Enthrall me even more. "

She looked at his bashful yet steely expression but remained to stay silent.

"and that'll be trouble...For both of us."

She took in his words understanding the weight behind them, a confession of love and fear for her. She shook her head before tracing his jaw with her fingers.

"Is that what you are afraid of, that something like this will happen again?"

Steven gave an affirmative hum. "We both have enemies, me being a demon hunter and the animosity towards your family being passed down to you. It's quite feasible."

"I suppose so…" Connie nodded before laying her forehead upon his. "I'm willing to face them if you are, "

"What?!"

She nearly broke into a giggle fit, looking at his surprised look. "What? you thought I was going to run?"

" My body was used to fight you without mercy." Guilt drenched his voice.

"And without your normal hunter attire. Red flag 1."

"..Tried to kill you broke, and pierced and minced your body."

"Thought they succeeded too, where you would have known better. Hurt like hell, though. Red flag 2."

Steven looked away toward his lap. "My voice called you a monster."

"Can't say it didn't shatter my heart when I heard it, but it did serve as the most significant red flag." She lifted his face to look at her own by the chin.

"It should have, "He wrapped his arms around her seat and lower back before holding her close and in place." It's something I never would do.

"You love me too much to do so." She grinned before sticking her tongue out in tease before chuckling gently.

"I really do."

"I know...it's one of the ways you've enchanted my heart, just as much as I've done yours." She smiled before stealing a kiss upon his lips. She hummed, feeling him kiss back, their lips locking and relocking upon each they sucked, nipped, and clipped through the oral passion for one another.

Steven trembled as he felt something slipped into his mind again, just like when she bit him. It was layered and heavy but warm.

The warmest thing he ever felt.

it scared him a bit how much he wanted to stay within that warmth, to the point of forcing him to break the kiss and look at her in suspicion. "What are you doing to me?"

"Nothing bad." She spoke reassuringly before looking down. "I promise."

"Connie." He growled.

"Just adding a few layers of defense to protect you from attacks like that nymphs." she looked up from under her lids. "So, you can relax easier."

"That's twice you did something without my knowing, mind you." He arched an eyebrow. "Why?"

She turned to the sea, the sand, and the sky. "Your mindscape is so vibrant, and beautiful, I've always wondered what it looked like..what it would be like to come here...This place is where the real you reside...The cumulation of your life experiences." She turned to Steven. "And someone invaded, pushed this back and replaced it with their own. I don't want that to happen again." Connie explained earnestly. "Your mindscape should be just that, yours. Overzealous, as I prone to be. I tried to take measures to ensure that, so I'm sorry for not asking for permission...but I won't apologize for protecting you."

Steven scratched the back of his head with an embarrassed blush at her blunt, proud explanation. "Fine, I get it. You could have warned me, though, let me know that the kiss was for mental protection."

"I also really wanted you to feel my affection for you." She admitted with her sly expression.

Steven's face glowed as he chuckled "is that what that warmth was?" He grinned as Connie held him around his shoulders."Funny since your body seems to run cold.

"Well...It's something that can only be done in this corporeal state." She answered with a giggle as he nipped at her neck.

"You love me." He teased, expecting her to respond with the same energy. He was surprised when the prideful succubus held him tight.

"So much." Her whisper was full of sincere adoration. As her tail danced back and forth behind her, "I love you so much, Steven..and I think it's time I show it," her voice took on a luscious tone, "the way only a my kind can."

Steven smirked, "I had sex with succubi before."

Connie blushed, laughing a bit before kissing his lips. "Oh, I know..but you never really made love to one."

"You've been holding out, madam?" He patted her rear, getting a peep.

"No, Mr.Hunter." The succubus shook her head with a sly smile. "I knew it was going to happen. I just wanted to be on the same page about our..."

"Lovers Relationship," Steven added calmly, watching Connie's cheeks blush in her azure like blue, as she nodded.

It's just a whole different experience than the usual feasting or romp." She bit her lips at the hunter, "Even though they are spectacular."

"So, what's the difference between the two?"

Connie couldn't stop the grin nor the cyclone of warmth adoration from her core that Steven's honest curiosity brought. "You'll find out." she held his shoulders. "Tomorrow night." She added, her eyes glowing with anticipation.

"Tomorrow night, huh?"

"Is there a problem with that?"

Steven heard Connie's slight disappointment and quickly shook his head. "None at all...Just figured we could make a date out of this.." he said with a grin. "I did get a good payday for the last job, so I -"

"Yes! " Connie yelped, surprising them both." I mean." Connie paused. Before shaking her head. "I meant exactly how I yelled it. Yes!"

"Ok, then. We'll make a whole evening and night of it. "

Connie nodded with a laugh. "Yes, we will." She sighed and closed her eyes, "but for now, we should return to the physical plane…"

"True enough. I'm ready." Steven encouraged as he watched Connie's eyes opened, revealing the kaleidoscope visage from before.

"Look into my eyes. Heed my words, when your lips meet mine, you'll return to the waking world."

Steven felt the same loss of control and consciousness as the nymph as his eyes took on the same image as Connie's, and his mouth dropped open; still, there was a bit of heightened awareness. The feel of Connie's lips on Steven's owns felt like a bolt of electricity to his very heart. Steven felt shot back into the physical world, gasping at the feel of oxygen running through his body as he sat up quickly

He opened his eyes to a dark elegant bedroom with a gothic and south Asian feel. The walls were painted in crimson with bluebells designs, a mahogany mirror dresser by the southern wall between the washroom and the entrance, a walk-in closet to the western border with a balcony overlooking Connie's field across from that.

"Hmmm, I'm back," Steven said as he leaned back down when he felt something cuddle closer to him under the blue silk blanket with the Maheswaran insignia in gold, currently over him.

He pulled the blanket and was greeted with the sight of Connie hugging his abdomen with her arms, wings, and tail around his waist. Her head on his heart, smiling as she slumbered. The light of the moon bestowing her an ethereal glow.

Steven sighed as he brought her closer, stroking his lover's cheek before slumber took him as well. His last thought on the following night.

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Best Bird Watching Trail in Vietnam

Birding tours to Vietnam – Day 1 : Ho Chi Minh City – Cat tien National Park

Guide will meet you at the hotel at 6:00 am (you will confirm exactly hotel name) then go directly to Cat Tien National Park, arrive to Cat Tien after 3.5 hour on car, after check-in time, we will go to find some birds along the main road in side Cat tien NP.

With the main roads 3km, you can see some kind of bird Cat Tien: Drongos, leafbird, tailorbird, warbler, Grey-faced Tit-babbler, Pin-striped Tit-babbler, Sunbirds, Banded kingfisher, Square-taied Drongo-cuckoo, Thick-billed Green-pigeon, Orange-breasted trogon, Woodpeckers,…

Accommodation: The Guess house inside of National park with the best room (Double room with air-condition, hot shower, free WIFI), as pictures attach below.

Meals: Breakfast on the way to Cat Tien, you will surprise about “Pho” (Vietnamese noodle with beef or chicken ), Lunch and dinner at the Tre vang restaurant inside of National park. That restaurant have menu open with Europian style or Asia style.

Day 2: Cat Tien National park – First Ideal Location for Birding Tours to Vietnam

We start at 6:00 to the restaurant for breakfast and then go to birding for highlight targets in Cat Tien : Bar-bellied Pitta, Blue-rumped Pitta, Germain’s peacock pheasant, Siamese fireback, Green-legged Partridge… in the bird-hide tent. More ever you can see some kinds of bulbul group, babbler group, warbler group, woodpeckers group …

After Dinner , we go to find some Owls : Asian barred Owlet, Brown hawk owl, Collared Scops Owl, Large-tailed nighjar.

Accommodation: At the same room

Meals: B/L/D : at the restaurant same with the first day.

Day 3: Cat Tien to Da lat City

We will leave at 6:00 am to be the first to arrive in the grasslands. This short tour will give you the experience of seeing and photographing Green peafowl, Red junglefowl, Imperial pigeon and many beautiful birds that appear early in the morning in the grasslands.

Moreover, there are many species of herbivores that also appear: sambar deer, red muntjak, wild boar, … if lucky, you can meet Gaurs.

After lunch , check out at 1:00 and moving to Da lat City, we arrive after 3 hours transport (after 17:00pm).

Accommodation in Dream Hotel – Phan Dinh Phung Street, Dalat City.

Dream Hotel is a mid-range hotel (2 stars) in Dalat. However, this is a hotel with more than 20 years serving birds, very experienced senior understand and serve the discerning birder. They have a breakfast from 5:00 am serving a variety of European and Asian styles.

There are many other accommodation options, in the more luxurious and central hotels, but serving breakfast at 5:00 am is not possible, which is very inconvenient for birders.

Day 4: Da Lat City – Bidoup Nuiba National Park

Breakfast at 5:30 and then we go directly to Bidoup Nuiba National park. Full-day for bird watching in Giang Ly and Hon Giao area. In this place, we have 3 bird-hide for us with some high-light target : Collared laughingthrush (endemic), Black-hooded laughingthrush, White-cheeked Laughingthrush, Grey-bellied Tesia, White-browed Scimitar Babbler, Rufous-throated Partridge, Black-crowned Fulvetta (endemic), Pygmy Cupwing, Large Niltava, White-tailed Robin, Snowy-browed Flycatcher, Orange-headed Thrush…

In addition, We will follow the streams along the stream, there will be many moments when there will be many birds living along the stream to take pictures: Spotted Forktail, Slaty-backed Forktail,Plumbeus Water Redstar, Blyth’s Kingfisher, Common Kingfisher.

We will move back to the hotel in Dalat city at 17:30pm.

Accommodation: at the Dream Hotel.

Meals: B at the Dream hotel restaurant

L at the restaurant near birding hide

D: Restaurant in Da lat City.

Day 5: Bidoup Nui ba National Park – Second Ideal Location for Birding Tours to Vietnam

We continute birding in Bidoup Nui Ba national park in another place with some special birds : Rusty-naped Pitta, Orange-breasted laughingthrush,

Vietnamese Greenfinch, Red-crossbill, Vietnamese Cutia, Yellow-cheeked Tit, Green-backed Tit, Chestnut vented Nuthatch…

Nigh time for: Going to Da Lat night market.

Day 6: Dalat City – Di Linh Plateau

Early morning to go to Hoa Son Dien Trang for endemic : Grey-crowned Crocias, and more rare birds : Rufous-backed Sibia, Black-headed Sibia, Bay Woodpecker, Speckled Piculet…

Then enjoy lunch time in Datanla Water Fall for: Vietnamese Cutia, Annam Barbets, Mrs Gould’s Sunbird, Langbian Sunbirds…

We will leave Da Lat at 17:00 and go to Di Linh, to Di Linh at 18:30 and stay at Thuy Duong hotel.

Day 7 : Di Linh Plateau: Deo Nui San – Third Ideal Location for Birding Tours to Vietnam

Full-day birding in Deo Nui San hot-spot, with 2 bird-hide, we can enjoy with more than 25 birds species in nice picture :

Target birds: Indochinese Green-magpie, Black-headed Parrotbill, Silver-breasted Broadbill, Bar-backed Partridge, Large Scimitar Babbler, Red-billed Scimitar Babbler.

Other birds: White-throated Rock-thrush, Siberian Thrush, Blue-throated Blue-flycatcher, Orange-headed Thrush, Buff-breasted Babbler, Grey-throated Babbler, Puff-throated Bulbul, Ashy Bulbul, White-bellied Erpornis,…

Day 8: Di Linh – Ho Chi Minh City – Flight to Pleiku City

The morning bird photography at Nui San Pass. Another bird-hide for : Blue Pitta, bar-backed patridge, Streak-wren Babbler…

We will leave Di Linh to return to Ho Chi Minh City after lunch. We will fly straight from Ho Chi Minh City to Pleiku City in the evening flight, to Pleiku City and travel by car at night in Kontum City, 40km from the airport.

Day 9: Kontum province – Mang Den town – Forth Ideal Location for Birding Tours to Vietnam

Departing at 6:00 from Kontum to Mang Den town, With 60km road we will take an hour by car. The whole day will be looking for birds in Mang Mang, the goal is : Chestnut-eared Laugingthrush.

More : Sultant Tits, Racket-tailed Treepie, Long-tailed Shrike, Crested Serpent Eagle, Stripe-breasted Woodpecker, Grey-cheeked Warbler…

Day 10: Mang Den town to Ngoc Linh Nature Reserve

Continue a full morning for bird watching in Mang Den. We will leave Mang Den after to move to Tumorong town, Arrive at hotel at 19:00. Tumorong is a very remote town in the northern highlands of Vietnam, bordering Laos and Cambodia.

Day 11: Ngoc Linh Nature Reserve – Fifth Ideal Location for Birding Tours to Vietnam

We will birding and bird photography at Ngoc Linh Nature Reserve, After more than 1 hour moving from the hotel to the core of the Nature Reserve, where there are bird-hide we have set. You will find it interesting because the birds are so beautiful, many species come to bird-hide so you can take photos of the day. Some goals such as: Red-tailed Laughingthrush, Golden-winged Laughingthrush (endemic), Coral-billed Scimitar-babbler, Rufous-winged Fulvetta, Rusty-capped Fulvetta, Grey-bellied Tesia, …

Day 12: Ngoc Linh NR to Da Nang City

Continue a full morning watching and taking photos of birds at Ngoc Linh Nature Reserve, with the goals not to be missed such as: Black-crowned Barwing, Black-headed Sibia, Golden-breasted Fulvetta, Indochinese Fulvetta, Green-tailed Sunbirds …

We will leave Ngoc Linh Nature Reserve after lunch time, and travel by car to Da Nang city, the 230km square will take 5 hours to move. Overnight at Brilliant Majectic Hotel Danang.

Day 13: Da Nang city – Bach Ma National Park – Sixth Ideal Location for Birding Tours to Vietnam

We start early at 5:30am and arrive to Bach Ma NP at 7:30am for birding allday in Bach Ma, that place have no bird hide so we only walk along the main road and some trails in the park. We rest in Phong Lan villa on the top of Bach Ma NP. After dinner, we will herping and spotlighting mammals to 23:00pm., Special we will discover some “Vietcong tunnel” on the top of Bach Ma in nighttime, have Bats insite !

Accommodation : B at Da Nang city; L, D at Phong Lan restaurant.

Day 14: Bach Ma National Park to Khe Sanh town

Birding all day and herping in nocturnal ,

Accommodation : B, L, D at Phong Lan restaurant.

Room : Phong Lan Villa on the top of Bach Ma

Day 15: Birding in Sa Mu Pass and go to PhongNha KeBang National Park

After birding and breakfast on the top of Bach Ma, we check-out at 11:00 am and go to Phong Nha Ke Bang National park , On the way, we have 1 day in Sa Mu Pass, the new destination in the Middle of Viet Nam, for some rare birds : Collared Babbler, Rufous cheeked Laughingthrush , and on the trails we can fine some diurnal snakes…

We arrive Khe Sanh town at 16:00 pm and check in

Day 16: PhongNha KeBang National Park

In the afternoon we will go to Phong Nha Ke Bang National park ,

We will checkin the Park’s hotel at 18:00pm and prepare for Herping to 23:00pm

Birding tours to Vietnam – Last day – Day 17: PhongNha KeBang National Park to Dong Hoi Airport, Back to Hochiminh City

In this park we can see Ha tinh Langur (one of the rarest primates in Vietnam and on the world ) , Anyway we can see some interesting birds : Red-collared Woodpecker , Sooty babbler, Red-headed Trogonand on the trails we can fine some diurnal snakes in the morning and check out, we will go to Dong Hoi airport (60km from the park) and fly to Ho chi minh City (Fly Depart at 20:00 pm)Arrive to your hotel in HCM City at the midnight.

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