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[scratchandplaster]

Tales of Arcadia - Lost

A little recapture!AU for your palate. Have you ever wondered what Shepard had planned to happen in the first chapter? Well, the more you know...

CW: stalking, manipulation, kidnapping, noncon drugging

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The bass nearly deafened all other noise surrounding them. Horrible, just horrible, Lukas wished they rather had stayed at home. But no. No, Ben practically begged to go out into the screaming masses and work off his little spring fever while electronic beats assaulted Lukas' eardrums from every direction. 

The redhead Ben so desperately tried to impress, surprisingly charmed by this huge klutz of a brother, only laughed sweetly.

Good for him, Lukas thought, and hoped Ben would remember that he was allowed one single drink tonight. 

The last thing I need is-

Someone bumped against his shoulder from behind, nearly throwing Lukas to the ground. As quickly as they appeared, the person was swallowed up by the sea of colorful dancing shapes.

-him getting alcohol poisoning.

Squinting through the flashing lights, his lovestruck brother was visible to everyone as his companion stepped closer to dance, if this spastic twitching could even be called that.

Everything was too loud, too embarrassing - Lukas could only suffer through this farce in short laps. Not a flicker of patience in sight, he quickly gave his roommate's shoulder a few hard slaps, guiding the attention away from this doomed mating dance: "I'm going to get some air."

"Huh?" Avery screamed, too amused or disinterested to care.

Lukas just shrugged and squeezed through the mass towards the exit, suffering unknown skin rubbing against his, letting sweat soak into his clothes. Quickly swallowing down his urge to gag, he finally rushed through the side door, and took in a few gulps of the crisp night air.

Days ago, they had agreed for Ben to try his luck on campus or a local bar, but Avery - who else - brought up the bright idea to drag them to a club in the back of beyond.

The damp touches still clung to him, as did the drums inside his ears. He should have stayed home. No matter how unsuccessful Ben's efforts were tonight, in the future he was free to run around town on his own.

Walking through the parking lot, step by step away from the packed circus, Lukas passed more cars than people. The bushes separating concrete from the short piece of woodland next to the industrial district invited him with the dark peace he needed so badly.

Fingers twisting into each other with painful pressure, he simply hummed, a sound to drown out all others. He rubbed his shirt across every inch touched by others, friction cleansing him from the tacky prickling on his skin. With every step away from the building, breathing came naturally to him again.

The night was cold, and now, Lukas was too.

Great. Thank you, guys. 

How long would it all take? The flirting and the chatting and the groping and whatever else they were here for; his insistence on keeping Avery and Ben apart came back to bite him in the ass.

Nobody was left to blame but himself.

I want to go home. The hum in his throat turned into annoyed hissing. The sooner, the better.

Busy walking circles on the forest floor and holding any remaining warmth inside him, Lukas suddenly felt a jacket drape over his shoulders from behind. He jumped a little, then huffed. Sometimes Avery couldn't help but act like a mother hen, despite his dismissive way.

"I'm fine, you could've stayed inside." 

Silence. Lukas awkwardly hoped that his nagging didn't ruin Avery's mood: "Can we go home soon?"

"If you like to," an all-too familiar voice responded.

The air had shifted in a heartbeat, and with a chill on his skin no longer caused by the temperature, Lukas slowly turned around to meet his visitor. In the shine of a lonely streetlight, his father studied him intently. 

Too close for comfort, yet still a good distance away from being eye to eye...

Lukas stumbled back. In his head, hundreds of questions with no answers in sight merged into an unstoppable maelstrom of dread that threatened to let him freeze up.

Despite the state of shock, Shepard didn't come closer. His son's troubled expression caught him like a slap to the face.

"What are you doing here?" Lukas finally gasped.

"Oh, you know my love for..." The old man squinted at the sign leading lost visitors back to the club, "...electronic dubstep."

No quips could lighten his mood at all, the demand getting even louder: "What do you want?"

"Two years, Luke. After two years, that's the first thing you ask me?"

Ben, that fucking idiot; who else could have brought him here? The older brother cursed himself and everyone around for not being careful enough. All these extra steps I took, and what for?

"You look like you've seen a ghost," Shepard mused, strangely sorrowful, "I only want to talk."

"I have nothing to say." The day for his vindication had arrived, yet any words of defense were caught in the throat of the prodigal son. As if he owed that man anything! 

What he owed himself was quickly realized: taking big steps back to reach the parking lot, Lukas squeezed through rows of cars. The entrance to the club still felt miles away. Avery; he needed to get back inside so Avery could get this whole chaos settled.

"Why?" his father called out behind him and pursued, "Please, tell me why."

"Do you really want to do this right now?" 

"What happened? Did I do something wrong?"

If he did- 

Shock turned into rage quicker than Lukas could have ever expected from himself: "Are you fucking serious, where do I even start?"

"Just start, I'm listening."

"First of all," Lukas whipped around and came to an indignant halt, "you look insane."

He had always hated the creepy farmer look that hid the man who once was the center of his whole world, the specifically procured aesthetic for everyone who had joined them on their homestead.

His father sheepishly peeked down to his jeans and flannel; sure, it had been a rough couple of months, maybe he let himself go a bit more than usual...

All other reasons Lukas had neatly listed in his head bubbled out of him in a fountain set free:

"Second of all, I hate staying with these screwed-up hippies. I hate living on a field, I hate that whole thing you opened up my home to, ripping these idiots off for their last cents."

"Who gets ripped off?" Either he played dumb, or started to buy his own bullshit. No matter which way, Shepard hadn't changed a bit.

"Everyone who sets a foot on there, everyone who buys only one of your words, you fucking liar."

"Language, dear." Shepard watched him mumble and hiss in response, pacing on the spot, and wondered since when his boy had concerns for strangers. "They are happy."

"Exactly," he huffed, "that's the worst thing about it!"

"So how am I ripping them off then?"

Luke kicked a stone against a truck's tire, so hard it ricocheted off to skim a layer of varnish on the unlucky car next to it.

"You loved our remote living. No school, little traffic-"

"Yeah, when I was three years old!" Lukas yelled and threw his hand up in frustration. Like always, he preached common sense to a wall. "I'm not anymore, as you can see and as I've told you many, many times. But somehow you still don't get it, not even right now."

"I'm sorry, Luke, I don't want to argue with you." Shepard looked around and sighed, like he didn't just ask for this thorough lecture, hoping to shift the discussion in a more friendly direction: "How's Ben doing?"

Fantastic. Getting plastered, dancing, ruining the life I built.

"What do I know? I left him with you." Left him because I thought he was safe, you psycho. And if he sees you here, he's not safe anymore. None of us are.

Pensively watching him like Shepard spotted a rare bird in the wild, Lukas realized this back and forth got him nothing but wasted time. His father needed to get off their backs. Fast. 

Despite his gall, Lukas felt powerless: physically he couldn't get very far, he had never been a good runner. And undoubtedly, his father wouldn't take another "No" serious enough and leave it at that for tonight.

Damn it. To slip away from this ghost of the past, to get all three of them home in one piece, to avoid a family discussion in the dark cold, Lukas needed to entertain this poor attempt at reconciliation.

"I don't want to argue with you either," he finally murmured, somehow trying to spin it like it wasn't Shepard alone that drove him away.

"That's good. But if you won't tell me, I need to ask again: Why?"

Why should I have stayed, Luke loved to ask back, but a firm bite on his tongue stopped his spite.

"I just wanted to be on my own. Not with these people."

His father looked like he was near tears: "Then why didn't you tell me?"

"I did, every day. And you. Didn't. Listen!" he spit through clenched teeth.

Not that it mattered. Lukas had a hunch about what happened in his absence, and of everything Ben told, he already heard enough. The three of them were long past family breakfast in the camper, like all those years ago. 

Wrapping the jacket closer around himself - because he was cold, no other reason - he frantically thought of his next move. Maybe Avery had the mercy to come out here soon, or anybody else for that matter. Hidden between the cars, Lukas wished to be back in the crowd, invisible to the man in front of him.

As his father took a step towards him, Lukas flinched back. Hurt flit across Shepard's face, halting him on the spot and silence spread out again, both men unsure of what to say next.

"Would you..." His father's fingers fiddled with a set of car keys, "Can you imagine sitting down with me for a bit? We can go to a café or somewhere that is not a parking lot. And we could talk."

"I'm not going back there."

Time stood still, as did the broken family.

"You didn't change a bit, Lukas. Always so perceptive, I shouldn't be surprised you wanted to be independent sooner or later, hmm?"

His son shrugged wordlessly.

"When you say you never want to see these people again, does that include me?"

Yes, Lukas lied to himself. I don't miss you.

In fact, he missed Dad, the man always by his side and ready to be here for him. The only person who understood why the world as it was often felt too overwhelming for Lukas to live in, a man who never called him difficult, even if he was. 

Nevertheless, he couldn't admit it to himself. So Lukas said nothing.

"I think of you," Shepard confessed, helpless against his son's silent treatment, "every single day."

Biting his quivering lip, Lukas let all his anger and sadness flow together: "You can't just come here and expect me to play along, it messes everything up!"

Would he be furious with Ben? With Avery, even? Anxious thoughts caught up to him, now jittery again and trudging on the spot.

"I'm sorry, Luke," the old man said and took a step back again, "I don't want to scare you. Ever."

This doesn't change anything, get a grip! It's good that I left, it's good that Ben followed.

"I'm not going back," he growled.

To this, his father only nodded, as if slowly digesting his answer. 

"Okay."

"I'm not."

"I understand, it's okay." The gentle tone in his voice resonated with hurt, and this time, Lukas believed him. "I need to know that you're doing well. Are you?"

Shaking in the breeze, grinding his teeth and thinking of the many hours he slaved away his life at the sink of a rundown restaurant, the son couldn't be as truthful as he would like to be: "Yes, I am."

"That's good to hear," Shepard exhaled deeply, like a great burden was lifted from his shoulders, "I'm so glad."

Awkwardly, Lukas rubbed his soles into the asphalt. Shepard took the bait without any problem, but leaving itself was not the only sin he committed during his trip to Atlanta.

"Are you mad?"

Shepard stood much closer now, rows of cars surrounding the pair at all sides. He blinked, then glanced back questioningly.

"Because of the money." Lukas explained, "I don't have it anymore."

The bit of seed capital he took from the collective register; five thousand dollars, to be exact. A missing sum his father surely had to explain to the residents... And still, for the first time in years, Lukas saw his father smile - more amused than happy.

"No, no. Impressed, you could say, I really didn't see that coming."

His son gazed up, the same amber eyes as the old man, framed by Claire's features: "What about Birdie?"

"Oh, you know her. Don't get me started."

Good! I hope that bitch had an aneurysm. 

Lukas' smirk quickly gave way to another beat of silence as he zipped the jacket around his shoulders open and close, still uneasy: "What happens now?"

"I have no idea, Luke," his father sighed somberly, "But maybe you could give me a chance to come back into your life again."

"Well..." Perhaps I can visit you, once a month or so. Lukas quickly shook this thought away. Thank goodness Ben didn't run into him, he would've begged and cried to go back already. "I need some time to think, so if you're planning on staying around here, we could set up a... meeting or whatever. "

Unless he managed to relocate himself and his brother first. Lukas wanted to throw up at the thought of explaining this whole mess to him later, as he carefully handed over the jacket back to its owner, who unlocked the truck behind him and tossed it inside.

What is he thinking anyway, Lukas wondered, driving around town and creeping through the parking lot like a weirdo?

The light from inside the vehicle let him see his father a bit better, and the deep lines of worry carved into his face. He suddenly seemed much older than he was, the beard didn't help much either, yet he wore a small smile on his lips. His old man looked relieved.

If he - by some force of nature - should come back to himself one day, Lukas may rethink his plan. But as long as their peace of mind fell victim to strangers on a meadow, he needed to keep them both away from this life as far as possible.

"I missed you so much," Shepard breathed as he turned back to face him, even closer now, and suddenly pulled him into a gentle hug.

Lukas' muscles tensed up, surprised, but there was no force behind the embrace. It felt nice, being held like that.

I missed you too, Luke thought for a second and rested his forehead against his dad's chest. Why couldn't he act like that all the time? Patient, a bit silly here and there, and attentive like he used to be; like he was most of the time. 

But sometimes, he just-

In a fraction of a second, Shepard's grip tightened around his son. Before Lukas had a chance to register it, he was picked up, spun and pushed onto the passenger's seat of the truck. The impact knocked a silent scream out of his lungs.

What-

Hot flashes of pain surged from his back up to his head, where he took an unlucky fall on the center console. In his confusion, Lukas managed to lift his leg and land a kick against his father's stomach. With a twist of his hand, Shepard swiftly grabbed his ankle and pressed it down onto the seat. Big eyes full of panic gawked up at him.

"You can't-"

A cloth pressed into his face, calculated and determined. Luke tried to scream, but all efforts stayed smothered by the thick fabric.

"Shhh." The hand only held on tighter against his face.

Fumes burned inside his mouth and nose, forcing cough after cough out of his lungs. As if all air was slowly disappearing, Lukas felt his mind freeze up, paralyzed by fear and chaos.

It hurts, was the one thought echoing through him, Dad hurts me.

Haplessly, he tried to stem away from the cushion, to maybe get a leg on the ground and slip out, yet all the twisting and turning only gave him another well-meant shush and more weight pushing down on his body. 

The smothered whines hurt the most, nearly ripping his father's soul in two.

"I know, I know," Shepard whispered into his hair, "it's alright."

Laying flat on his stomach now, Lukas knocked his useless feet against the locked door. Nothing more than a cry for help, he focussed his whole strength on trying to get out of an embrace that only grew firmer with every motion: nails scratching against flannel, an elbow between the ribs. 

All the noise fell on deaf ears. Nobody was coming to help him.

With every kick and scream, Lukas' struggle became less and less coordinated. His dizzy vision made it hard to aim, and despite the scratchy fibers digging into his face, his skin suddenly felt warm, so warm that it felt hard to pull away anymore. 

One blink, and keeping his eyes open became impossibly difficult, like the biggest chore he could manage. Images melted into each other, a kaleidoscope of colors and vertigo.

Another blink, and his tired limbs gave up the fight, leaving him to droop further into the cloth. Only his eyes still fluttered, until even this task became impossible. They shut eventually, long after the last thought got wiped away from his consciousness.

Slow, deep breaths pulled Lukas even further away until he fell asleep, calm and peaceful, in his father's arms.

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Inside his mind, Shepard counted. He had to be accurate, for his and Lukas' sake. It kept his thoughts from what he was doing to his son right now, but in extreme situations, a father resorts to extreme measures.

And in refusing to contain his stubbornness, Lukas had left him no choice.

Gradually, the body beneath him grew slack under his weight. After another minute, Shepard carefully pulled the cloth away from his airways when he felt confident enough that the boy wouldn't start throwing another fit.

In the dark, he listened for any unrest outside the truck, any unwanted onlookers. Nothing but the remains of what they counted as music shook through the surrounding metal. Finally, then, Shepard realized it was over.

Lukas was back. Back with him. It was unreal, like a lovely dream come true at last.

His son laid motionless on his side while he held him close, a kiss on the forehead to take away any anxiety left. Checking his breathing and temperature - his skin a bit too cold to the touch for Shepard's liking - the father only marveled at how Lukas looked exactly as he did the evening they last spoke. Nothing had changed, and soon, Shepard knew it would be just like it used to be. Only the two- 

Only the three of them.

A part of him stung from having to leave Reuben behind, yet Shepard had no doubt that he would follow them soon after. He did feel a bit disappointed, though, that Lukas would so blatantly lie to him, but nobody should be surprised by that. There were bad influences all around in this part of town.

"I know it's unfair." A lone tear got wiped off Lukas' cheek. "We'll talk about it later."

Safe and secure again, he positioned him in the passenger seat, buckled in tightly to keep him from slumping over.

With a twist of the key, the engine sprung awake and let ease shake through his chest. His little one would surely be inconsolable when he woke up, but for tonight, the restless void in Shepard's heart had stopped aching.

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[ratking-roleplays]

I hiss at the shallow cut, but nothing could have prepared me for the feeling of a blade going through bone.

I don't scream. I can't, it gets trapped in my throat. I can't even pull away with you holding my hand like that. Not for a lack of trying.

My leg, my shoulder, now my hand. I'm not doing too great. Everything hurts, and I absolutely detest the way I'm crying in front of you.

"See, that wasn't so bad, now was it Junebug?" I teased, some sadistic urge curling in my gut as you sniffled. I needed to wring you dry of all your blood and make you scream and beg and-

But I wouldn't. I waited until enough blood had drained, and then I helped you to your feet, half-carrying you to another, larger shed. This one actually had a bloodstained mattress in the corner, which I helped you onto. This time, I didn't bother trying to tie you down, or even lock the door. I doubt you'd make it that far if you did try to run, although that would be entertaining, and certainly give me reason to punish you.

[sincerely-sofie]

Guess what fandom I’ve been gradually succumbing to, friends.

[thegreendiamondart]

The eepy beansssss

I need these two to be cuddly before I throw trauma their way :)

[aubeezz]

I like to think he feels a little regret for u know, tearing his eyes out

[tow-bees]

Fishing trip with death god/dad and death god/dad’s usurper/new death god after being imprisoned for like a thousand years in the land of the dead or something

[caramelldansenu]

[lambouillet]

Leader

[probablybadrpgideas]

Remember, the names of the great old ones are just human approximations.

While "Kuh-thoo-lu" is the accepted pronunciation, there's nothing stopping you from having cultists who use "Ku-lu-ho", "Kat-hu-lu" or the entirety of Flo Rider's 2008 hit song (Shawty Got) Low as the god's name.

[the-one-with-spider-brainrot]

fucking around with brushes god I. Do not shade very often

[scratchandplaster]

Tales of Arcadia - Adrift

The second part of Lukas' recapture!AU. Poor guy is still out, so let's see how well his brother and roommate are coping.

CW: parental Whumper, recapture, Ben being cringe when drunk

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Wake and sleep fought over Lukas' mind like a pair of twisting snakes.

Deep down, in a primal sort of sense, he knew the rumbling under him meant that he was moving. Someplace he would normally fight and spit to get far away from.

Still, the easy dizziness clouding his senses had won for a while now, swallowing up anything that may rouse him into reality again. 

If anything, Lukas knew he was thirsty. So thirsty, his lips sealed shut and every breath reminded his body of how sore the inside of his mouth was. He tried to speak, to reach for the bottle on his nightstand.

Not even a finger twitched.

I'm gonna be late. 

What time it was it? Usually, the noise from early IHOP fistfights or Ben stomping through the kitchen woke him up soon enough...

In a strained attempt, he managed to pry his eyelids open for a second and was immediately overcome by a wave of nausea. Somebody shushed him from the left, and a moment later, the rumbling stopped.

Split lips opened slightly, as a hand cupped his nape and held a flask to them. The liquid felt heavenly against his dry tongue. Sip by sip, Lukas let the relief push him back into his seat-

Seat? Why was he sitting?

Yet, he drank it all down - the sweet aroma of chamomile was reassuring, the chalky aftertaste of the pills hidden by warmth inside his chest. The voice, now seemingly miles away, talked quietly to him while combing through his hair, always careful to hold him upright. 

The rhythmic sound of the motor started again, not quite repelling the skin-deep nausea inside him, the feeling that something wasn't quite right. 

Doubts, ebbing away with the minutes, only bothered him for so long. 

As the tea did its duty, Lukas' attention drifted far away. Behind his heavy eyelids and numb spirit, all was well again.

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"Unbelievable..." an upset Avery barked under the weak shine of the streetlights, "Lukas! For fuck's sake, this ain't funny."

After twenty minutes, a quiet suspicion had started to sprout between bass beats and Happy-Hour-cocktails. It wasn't Luke's style to take this long to calm down, and especially not to leave without them - quite impossible for someone overwhelmed by the mere concept of public transport. 

Something was wrong, Avery felt it creep around like a predator hiding among them. If it didn't already, it was about to strike in no time flat.

Ben floundered close behind over the asphalt, a hot mess filled to the brim with god-knows-what. Avery had never seen him drunk. It was cute at first, no so much anymore when he stopped being able to walk straight. And the redhead he met somewhere near the bar, continuously sticking to them like shit to a boot, didn't help to soothe this premonition either.

Avery held on tight as they circled around the parking space for what felt like forever, every second more irritated by Lukas refusing to answer his phone.

"Hey!" The unwelcomed third spoke awkwardly, too nervous for comfort, in Avery's opinion. "How about you search for him and we-"

"What?"

"Your friend?" they stuttered, surprised by the rough tone, "You can search."

"Yeah, no. If you won't help, you can leave."

"Don't fight," Ben interrupted, staggering on the spot and eager to pat Avery's jacket reassuringly, "How about we...uhm...we can-" 

He trailed off, either too drunk or too interested in the piece of ass he picked up to be worried. If he was a lick more sober, the realization that his brother would never walk off unannounced may have hit him sooner.

Unusual, for a guy who preached about the virtue of abstinence every time Avery dared to enjoy a late night's smoke. Clenching his teeth, somehow their new addition to the group stood out, in the most egregious way yet.

His grip on Ben's arm tightened, and so did theirs.

"Ohh, one at a time, please! I have space for everyone," Ben slurred, amused when the ginger pest refused to let go, and glitter chafed against his skin like sandpaper.

So that's what was going on here.

Avery's normally oh-so playful spirit hit its limit. The embarrassment, the recklessness, the uncertainty - all that he could handle.

A deceiving cunt on the other hand...

"What's your problem, dude?" They stared up at Avery like a pushy chaperon. Too bad; if they needed it that badly, two healthy hands could do the job just fine. Ben and him had more pressing issues.

"Not sure, you tell me," Avery answered in a low tone.

It felt desperate, how they acted so uneasy all of a sudden. 

No, not desperate - wrong.

"You don't understand, I'm just trying to-"

Not letting go of Ben, Avery snapped forward. His hand snatched theirs, maybe a bit more roughly than intended, and ripped it off his roommate's wrist. He, more absent-minded than anything, still tried to protest but with a swift push against their shoulder, Avery's new acquaintance stumbled backwards against a dumpster. 

Cold metal vibrated as they were held in place, an angry fist clenching their shirt. 

"Do you understand?" he asked, voice sharp and impatient.

The redhead nodded, not even daring to let out breath.

"Yes?"

"I do, I do!" they wheezed, suddenly as gentle as a lamb.

"Great," Avery hissed, only his index finger still pressing against their sternum, "then piss off."

Without another objection, they took a final glance at Reuben and scurried away. 

"Sam, w-wait!" he whined at the loss of attention, but without anyone to listen to him, "Why?"

Because whatever escaped Avery's radar had already struck its target. Blind to the danger, they both were left stranded on the sea of asphalt. Maybe Lukas had found comfort in the small strip of forest at its edge, felt a little homesick and hugged a tree or whatever.

"Come on, he has to be somewhere around here."

"No!" Ben spit and finally wrenched himself away from getting dragged along the pavement. Hiding his face, lit red by frustration and confusion, he weakly slumped over and kneeled on the ground. 

"Seriously?" Any attempt to pull him back up got repaid with a meek slap in Avery's direction. 

"Don't," he murmured, head in hand like nothing else could hold its weight, "Why can I have a single good thing?"

"Yeah, yeah. Sorry, I'm a cockblock. We'll find you someone else. For now, let's focus on getting your brother back."

Was Ben even listening? Judging how violently he was keeling over, retching nothing out of his system, he was already plenty occupied. 

"First Martin...and now this." 

"Martin?" The whine from his friend's lips did confuse Avery, despite the situation. If Ben wanted to talk bad about his partner, fine. It was obvious he didn't enjoy sharing attention, but he'd rather listen to it later at the kitchen table, a hot cocoa for the three of them in hand. 

A nagging itch pinched his heart nevertheless: "What about him?"

"H-he ruined everything," Lips loosened by too many glasses of Malibu Sunset and Blue Lagoon trembling with every sob, he spit on the ground - not obvious whether it was the alcohol or simply good old disgust this time. 

"What the fuck are you talking about?" Avery groaned. 

"Y-you and me."

Him and... Oh, come on! The unrelenting talent to be haunted by his careless decisions once again distracted from the pressing issue at hand. 

"Ben- No, I'm not doing this with you right now. Get a grip!"

He just sat on the cold ground, shaking from side to side like a flag in the wind. 

"He did! He-" Reuben slurred before cutting himself off. A sore loser, that's all what he was, a bridesmaid desperately grasping for the bouquet. 

Obviously Avery would choose this weird geezer over him. 

It was wrong, this was all wrong! Wiping the tears away, Ben had finally realized it too. 

"Where's Luke?"

Whether the two men wanted to admit it yet or not, the cold black night had already eaten him up whole.

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[chancekey]

it was technically his temple anyway, so Narinder's holing up there instead of in some stupid hut

[ninjasmudge]

low effort! if hed have just said he was gonna be a black cat theyd have gone as a witch to match

[bamsara]

My sticker from @spacedoutflowers came in WITH SURPRISE NARILAMB!!!! AAAAAAA

[haggz-is-here]

@greedykrab’s lamb‼️‼️bro is the coldest lamb ever

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